I'm about to EXPLODE! What did you DO??

Hah! Oh dear. I should have been more careful about my weight during the holiday season. WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BAKE ME SO MANY COOKIES, GRANDMA!

I had a date with you. You were nice, and I was fully willing to have another date with you. Still, you acted oddly interested in my hair, and with the cream puff dessert we had. I thought it was odd you asked repeatedly to touch and feel my hair, but since you were otherwise so charming--if a bit awkward, but I like that--that I allowed it.

A couple days passed, and I didn't call. Even though I'm bold, I didn't want to seem desperate. Still, there were several odd, intriguing nights of me dreaming you forcing a can of whipped cream in my mouth. Even though I didn't want it (within the dream, at least!), it surged down my throat, and I woke up surprisingly hot and wet.

On the third day...well, things changed. I had the dream again, and for the first time, my belly surged out, round and turgid, looking pregnant. I woke up with a shocked gasp.

I took three deep breaths, trying to calm both the excitement and panic from the dream, until I looked down.

I AM pregnant...or so it looks. Trying to reassure myself this is just a waking dream, I rub my belly, and I feel the all too real tingles across my skin as I rub my belly. I rub my belly and arc my back, reassuring myself this is an especially pleasurable dream. Still, though, I feel unfamiliar pressure build.

It isn't just my belly. It takes me several moments, but I realize I'm literally rising from my bed because my butt is becoming round and full. Accordingly, my breasts expand exponentially, until my formerly modest nightgown barely manages to cover them--I can see the massive curve of my belly, but it's so big and round that I can't even reach my belly button.

I moan. The tightness, the pressure, ricochets through my body in dizzying waves.

Its only then that I look over. I'm halfway between pain and intense pleasure, yet there you are. I try to gasp, but my body is too tight, too full. Still, you're in my room, and I see you with a crude balloon with my hair taped on top. It might've been funny, except you're clearly intent on one thing: expanding the little me-balloon with a can of whipped cream. And, astonishingly, my body responds.

With each press of the cream, my body surges. I go from looking pregnant to looking something much, much bigger. With several more surges, my body, belly, breasts, and indeed my ARMS AND LEGS begin to bloat into some great, massive thing.

Up until this point, I'd been too shocked, too disoriented to say anything. With each burst of the can, I grow bigger, and bigger yet. I'm approaching the width the bed, my arms and legs sad little bloated puffs against my much more round body. "Why...?" I gasp, wanting to know.

That seems to break you out of the ritual of inflating the me-balloon with cream. The me-balloon is huge and turgid. It makes me want to feel my own body, but I'm too vast and swollen to move my bloated arms.

Still, you fulfill my unspoken want. You stand, and feel my belly. The feelng of you touching my swollen flesh ricochets through me, and I moan in honest want.

"More...more..." I moan, not entirely aware of what I'm saying. Objectively, I'm more swollen, more huge than any human should be. My body is a five-foot orb with arms, legs, breasts, and face swollenly attached. I'm bigger, vaster than anyone should be.

Still, you obey my wish. You lay virtual on top of me, laying your hands reaching as far across my belly as you can, but you don't penetrate me. I couldn't be more aroused. "More!" I demand, in a desperate sultry moan. 

"Are you sure?" you tease, rubbing and massaging the sides of my five-foot wide belly and swollen body.

Your hands feel like magic to me, massaging my sensitive flesh. I wish to grow bigger, if only because I want the feeling to become that much greater.

"Yes! Yes, please, god!" I shout, more aroused than I've ever been.

"Well, okay," you tease, and then I feel you withdraw from me. I've never felt more desperate.

"More, more, more!" I clearly beg.

I hear your voice from the side of the room, where I first spotted you. "Are you sure?" you ask, in a sultry, suggestive tone.

"YES!" I literally scream. I writhe on the bed, wanting to feel tighter, bigger.

Tssssssssssssh. I hear the sound, but I don't understand at first. You're inflating the me-balloon with yet more cream. I moan and my body surges larger and larger. My puffy arms and legs get absorbed into my vast body, only leaving desperate hands and feet to wiggle against my enormous, bloated immobility. I'm much larger than the bed now, and the bloated sphere of my body scrapes the ceiling.

For the first time, I get worried. I'm a huge, vast, over-filled balloon of cream, and I literally can't move. "Enough! Enough!" I finally say, but you're not listening.

You stand again, putting a hand against my now creaking belly. "Sorry!" you say unapolegtically, not sounding sorry at all. "You said more!"

And before I can respond, you press the nozzle of the cream into the me-balloon with a vengeance. My entire body surges, and I'm so vast, so swollen, that my cheeks bloat and the vastness of my body threats to overtake even my face. I know I'm reaching my limit.

I moan and wiggle, urging my body to stay in one piece. But it's no use! My breath hitches, but I manage to softly, desperately gasp, "T-too much! Oh, no no no..."

My body throbs and pulses. There's only seconds left. "Please!" I beg, though I'm not sure who: you, or the universe in general?

But I have no time to dwell. "I'm going to explode! I--uhhhhn--ohh, ohh, its happening!" 

As my body gives a final, monumental creak and my last moan turns into a startled yell...

I explode.

Usually I wouldn't be so forward as to mess around in a hot tub with someone I don't know well, but, well...beer will do that to you. I love the feeling of you on top of me in combination with the hot, bubbling, rushing water.

Tingles run across my body, but especially my belly. I don't notice at first, until I feel an incredibly odd sensation: my belly pressing harder and harder against you, even though I'm not pressing any tighter to you. "W...what the...?" I whisper in a drunken haze, and then I realize that I'm not imagining it. "O-oh my god! I'm swelling up!"

I take several panicked breathes, and yet my belly swells into a modest but noticeable curve. "W-what's happening?"

When you see it, you look just as shocked as me. "Holy shit!" you cry, sitting back and putting a hand on my belly. My skin tingles under your touch.

I see you blush. "That's...actually kinda hot..." you mutter, the booze loosening your tongue. You lean back over me, pressing your flat belly to my swelling one. The added pressure makes me moan.

"Hot?!" I half-screech, half-squeak. "T-this isn't hot! I want it to stop!" Still, in my drunken stupor, I don't realize the obvious cause.

"Well I'm not doing it to you!" you protest. "Man, you look PREGNANT," you note, in an awe.

I wiggle and moan. I do. You lift off of me, not so much because you want to, but because my swelling belly forces you to. You massage my belly, and I can feel the water sloshing.

"I feel...really...full..." I gasp, my skin tightening despite the sloshing. Impossibly, the water doesn't seem to stay in my belly. With a gasp, I feel my breasts become tighter in my bikini top.

At this point, even if I realized the cause of the inflation, I would have a hard time lifting off the water nozzle. I'm becoming very heavy from the gallons upon gallons of water inflating me.

"This is the sexyist thing I have -ever- seen," you proclaim drunkenly.

"This is horrible!" I protest. "I'm turning into a...a...big fat blob!" My voice cracks on the last three words.

"I gotta get a picture of this," you declare, drunkenly standing. You wobble, but manage to crawl out of the hot tub.

"You what?!" I yell, incredulous. But I can't dwell on it long, my body becoming bigger and rounder. My breasts struggle to stay contained within my bikini, and my ass has joined the 'how big can it get?' competition. The water fills me, starting from my belly and the slowly bloating out the rest of me.

"What's taking so long?!" I cry. Given how drunk we both are, it's not surprising that you have trouble finding your phone.

When you finally return, my billowing body takes up half the hot tub. Water soaks the ground all around, since I'm displacing so much water.

"Please!" I whimper. I can't move. My body feels so heavy. I must have quadrupled in weight due to the water. "G-get me out of here..."

"Juuust a second," he intone casually, kneeling down to get the perfect shot of my whale-like body. "You're HUGE!" you compliment.

"Get! Me! Out!" I yell, getting angry now. "This isn't funny!"

"Okay, okay," you concede. "Let's see..."

You walk over, biting your lip as you try to figure how to get me out. "Maybe...just..." you think out loud, as you reach down to grab my swollen wrists. You pull, causing my whole body to slosh wildly.

But you're drunk, and I'm huge. You lose your balance, instead toppling back into the hot tub with me. You bounce off my belly before you splash in the water, suddenly forcing my water into my extremities. My torso and ass dominates my body, as my arms and legs slowly absorbed into the mass of it.

"Wheeeelp...shit," you sigh, much more casually than I think is appropriate. "You're uh...you're too heavy."

"Too heavy?!" I shoot back. "You have to get me out. I can't keep swelling like this forever!" I wiggle to try to get my own self out, but I'm much too large and bloated. I'm completely helpless.

"Oh...right," you say plaintively, as if that hadn't occurred to you.

My arms and legs have become massively round, but the pressure of my expanding body gives them hardly any room. Strained flesh flattens against my round, swelling torso. I'm taking up most of the hot tub, now, my bloated form rising several feet out of the water at it's apex.

"I feel...sooo...full..." I moan, starting to worry about just how much more room I have.

"Right, uhhhh...shit," you curse, at a loss. You're forced to crawl out of the hot tub since you'll be pinned against the stone wall other. "I...I don't know what to do for you!" you admit, and for the first time, you at least sound SERIOUS.

I moan, my expanding body filling the width of the hot tub. My sides press across the edge, thoroughly pinning me in. "I'm...ugggh...oh god, I'm really stuck!"

"Shit, shit, shit," you breath under your breath, helplessly watching me.

"I...I think I'm...reaching my limit..." I gasp between moans, my water balloon of a body creaking dangerously. "So full...so tight..."

"God, you're so big!" you acknowledge.

I take deep breaths, but each one inevitably turning into a moan. "I think I'm gonna...gonna...oh god, I am!" My volume rises with each word, desperate. There's no room for sloshing left in me. I'm massive and my skin has no give, no more room.

I moan and wiggle, urging my body to stay in one piece. But it's no use! My breath hitches, but I manage to softly, desperately gasp, "T-too much! Oh, no no no..."

My body throbs and pulses. There's only seconds left. "Please!" I beg, though I'm not sure who: you, or the universe in general?

But I have no time to dwell. "I'm going to explode! I--uhhhhn--ohh, ohh, its happening!" 

As my body gives a final, monumental creak and my last moan turns into a startled yell...

I explode.

I had no idea one human being could hold so much pie. I had no idea -I- could hold so much pie. Slowly, meticulously, you feed spoonful after spoonful into my unenthusiastic mouth. A table full of pies slowly disappears into my mouth, down my throat, into my belly.

I crossed the "unbearably full" threshold an hour ago. And yet still you continued. Now I feel more like an glorified, over-pressurized pie-vessel than a girl.

With a pleased smile, you feed the last bite of the fifteen pie down my throat, and pause to admire your handywork. My belly juts aggressively from my body, huge, round, and oh-so achingly full of pie. My loose blouse long ago failed to cover the engorged expanse of flesh, and so the eighteen-inch inch orb hides none of its hard, tight curves.

"Too...full..." I beg. I expect it to fall on deaf ears. It has so far. You reach forward to appreciatively rub my belly. The feeling of fingers brushing against my over-tight flesh makes a shiver run from my head to my toes, and I wiggle in my seat.

"Well...TOO full? I don't know," you retort, then place your hands on either side of my belly and squeeze. I gasp and moan and wiggle in my chair, but of course I can't away. There's no give to my belly, but I can still feel the spike in pressure with the squeeze.

"Nicely full," you conclude. Then you pause, a wickedly delighted glint coming into your eye. "How about this. One more slice, and then I'll let you go."

I moan. The thought of even another bite makes a shudder run through my swollen body. "I-I'm too full! Please, I feel like I might burst!"

You bring out a small dish, with an absolutely perfect-looking slice of pie on it. The blueberries ooze and glisten with perfect filling. It seems to be a special slice. "Okay, okay. One bite. Then I'll you go. Here, I'll even untie you."

I eye you distrustfully, but you stand anyway, walking around to the back of my chair and untying me. I gasp as my hands are freed, not realizing how stiff and uncomfortable my arms had gotten, or how the rope was rubbing against my wrists. I rub my wrists, then my belly. Able to touch it for the first time, I find myself shocked with how large and hard it is.

I don't even consider standing. With how achingly, unbearably full I am, I worry I'd split open my own belly if I did any major movement. So I sit, rubbing and cupping my new, swollen belly in a morbid parody of a pregnant woman. I passingly wonder how long I'll look like this before all the food is finally digested.

I know I'll need you to help me walk in my state, so I hesitantly agree. "Okay...one more bite."

Your face lights up. You gather a heaping portion of the pie onto your utensil, and eagerly feed it into my mouth.

It's horrendously hard to swallow it, but I manage. I can feel it travel down my throat, and uneasily force itself into my engorged belly.My belly groans and creaks in protest

I take several deep breathes, begging my stomach to stay in one piece. "So you'll tale me h--?" I start to ask, but then I'm cut off by a much larger gurgle in my belly, and can actually see my turgid stomach visibly rumble. I moan, arching my back.

"How do you feel?" you ask, too eagerly. You lean toward me, and put your own hand on my rumbling belly.

"F-funny," I admit. I can't shake the feeling of juice flowing down my throat, or a peculiar tingling across my entire body.

Oddly, I feel it in my ass first. My pants tighten, and I can feel myself lifting higher off my chair as my butt billows. A tinge of blue blossoms on my belly button and nose, slowly spreading. "What's h-happening?!" I gasp.

You don't reply, licking your lips as you enjoy the show.

I moan, my breasts straining within my shirt as they, too, swell with unending juice. My arms billow out, and even my belly--which I was SURE had no more room--itself begins to additionally engorge with justice.

"M-make this stop!" I beg. But it continues, and fast. Intense gurgles bubble throughout my body, aiding in the swelling. I gasp as I notice myself turning blue, gaping at my own hand.

"I couldn't even if I wanted to," you note, with a grin. "You could be juiced, but...where's the fun in that?"

"JUICED?!" I squeak. My ass and belly grow aggressively, starting to merge into an even larger, heavier swell. My cheeks swell, and even my lips unwilling form an unwilling, swollen pout from juice.

With swollen arms, I rub desperately at my body, trying to comprehend the rapid, aggressive changes.

"Yes, juiced. It could be pressed out of you, theoretically. But who has a juicer than large? Not me."

I've become fully blue, and the gurgles and creaking across my body increase. The pear-land shape of my combined butt and belly grow still larger, rounder, beginning to consume the shape of the rest of my body. My thighs have tripled in thickness, and I gasp as they split the seams of my pants. "Juice me! Juice me, please!" I beg.

"No can do," you repeat casually.

The chair underneith my creaks ominuously under my massive, juice-swollen weight. As my belly absorbs my upper legs, it creaks again, then breaks underneith me. With a startled cry, I crash to the ground, the juice inside me sloshing wildly.

I try to sit up, but it's no use. I'm too gravely swollen. I manage to get my bloated palms underneith me, but I only manage to lift my upperbody about a foot. I give up, flopping back unto my back with another immense slosh.

Larger and larger I grow. I'm rapidly losing definition to my body, as the juice slowly swells me into such a gravid orb that my arms and legs get absorbed into it. I helplessly wiggle bloated hands and feet, but it does nothing to help me.

"Sooo...tight..." I moan, my head forced to look up as my neck gets fully absorbed into my body. And yet still I grow.

"I'm...gonna...explode..." I groan desperately.

"Yes, that's the idea," you pipe in cheerfully. I can only moan. I'm little more than a giant orb of juice, helplessly immobile. I hear your footsteps, but I'm far too swollen to be able to turn my head. My skin becomes unbearably tight.

"Juice me!" I beg again. The juice still runs down my throat, yet I can feel myself reaching a critical limit.

I feel you rub my side. You hand feels tiny against my gravidity. I realize with a shock that even though I'm immobile and on my back, I'm so unthinkably swollen that my belly must be about as tall as you. I'm a six-foot orb of juice, ready to burst.

I moan and wiggle, urging my body to stay in one piece. But it's no use! My breath hitches, but I manage to softly, desperately gasp, "T-too much! Oh, no no no..."

My body throbs and pulses. There's only seconds left. "Please!" I beg, though I'm not sure who: you, or the universe in general?

But I have no time to dwell. "I'm going to explode! I--uhhhhn--ohh, ohh, its happening!" 

As my body gives a final, monumental creak and my last moan turns into a startled yell...

I explode.

I fall to the ground, gasping for breath and almost out of stamina. I hate to admit it, but you've almost bested me in battle. Still, I'm nothing if not resilient.

My sword has been knocked several feet from me, and so I roll and desperately crawl to retrieve it. Its a lapse of judgement that I take my eyes off you. Only a small one, but it will cost me so, so dearly.

My hand grasping the hilt of my sword, I roll back over, preparing to try to impale you as you launch your next attack. Still, what I see stops me short.

I glimpse the tail-end of your transformation into...SOMETHING. Something horrible and incorporeal, like slime. I watch your warrior's physique literally melt into a puddle of gelatinous goo. I'm so shocked by the sudden transformation that even though I don't lose the grip on my blade, I freeze.

You take advantage of the pause. You surge forward, rapidly slithering across the floor, surrounding me. You congeal in this inhuman form around me, and I realize that I can barely move, let alone stand again.

Your incorporeal voice echoes through my brain, sounding more like it's resounding through my bones than anything else.

You've lost, you whisper, clearly oh-so pleased.

"Coward!" I bellow, writhing within the goop of your new form. "Fight me with honor!" Yet your gel flows over my hand, freezing it and forcing my fingers open, and then forcing my sword away from me. A tendril  of yours tosses it across the forest floor.

You've lost, you reiterate, before taking on a darker, more gleeful tone. And that means...I can do what I want.

I thrash against your trap, deciding there's no point in responding to that. But I slowly realize you seem to be enjoying my attempts to escape your inhuman grip.

I'm sure you notice my new form, yes?

I think of several snarky comments, but hold them in. You keep going without my input.

As you can see, I'm rather...liquid-like. Liquids conform to whatever container they're put in. How would you like to be my latest container?

My eyes go wide. For the first time, I start to actually feel scared. "What does that mean?!" I gasp.

Your form congeals. You still hold me stuck to the ground, but your goo-like form raises up to look largely humanoid. Torso, face, arms. You reach a 'hand' forward to brush my cheek. I'm going to fill you...through your mouth, through your skin...until you explode.

I can only stare at your 'face.' I've fought demons, wizards...the works. But for the first time, I have no idea what you are or how to fight against you.

Your lean forward. The approximation of a head leans toward mine, pressing against me. I can feel the slime carress my lips in a sick parody of a kiss. And then...I feel you surge down my throat.

I try to gasp, but of course I can't. In a flash, you surge into me, and I can fill my throat fill, and then my stomach. My belly feels tight, and bloated. And yet as quickly as you started, you stop. You coalesque toward my feet.

You can try to escape, you tease vaguely. You can stay...and I'll definitely explode you. Or you can run, and I'll only probably explode you.

I know you're toying with me, but I have to at least try. I try to stand, but of course you have my feet held tightly. I stumble, and the only reason I manage to go anywhere is because you seem to focus on pull my shoes off. Still, I land back on my ass, and you've immediately entraped my feet again.

Unfortunately, it's not long before I realize your strategy. You mentioned absorbing through skin, and I can feel the slime encasing my bare feet and surging inward. My average feet bloat hugely, growing round and bulbous. I feel the skin tighten and tingle, and your swell my feet so aggressively that they're as wide as they are tall, and my now very stubby toes can only twitch against the orb uselessly.

It strikes me as an odd move, until, I realize the strategy. You release my painfully bloated feet, congealing into something large and bulbous, before forming several tendrils out of the your main body. Of course I try to move away, but my feet, so bloated, may as well have just been cut off. I can't use them at all.

As I realize my helplessness, you seem to relish it.

Better hurry up or someone's going to be mopping you up later! you taunt, but I have no time to respond before your tendrils surge forward. Two go to my mouth, one to my belly, and another to hold me down by my neck.

Immediately, the 'taste' you gave me earlier feels like nothing. My belly surges within moments. I gasp as I watch my belly agressively bloom before me, and as if my aggressively bloated feet didn't already impede me enough...I truly have no escape, now.

I only takes seconds for you to make me look like something much larger and more morbid than a woman with child. I try to roll to my side, and I suddenly find even that difficult; my aggressively expanding belly only allows me to roll part of the way over, since the massive jut of my belly blocks the rest.

But...as I said...I am stubborn. Resilient. I try to give a battle cry, but it comes out as a gurgle, since you're still surging into me. Still, with a momentous trust, I roll ONTO my bulbous belly, and use it as a crutch to try to stand.

You've swollen me so large by now that rolling onto my belly means I'm on my knees by sheer neccessity--my belly is by now a three-foot orb. I struggle to try to stand, but the weight of my over-stressed belly combined with my bloated feet means I neither have the strength to lift the gravid orb of my belly, nor the grip to try to stand as my comparitively tiny toes slip and slide with my bloated feet.

I'm forced to flop back onto the floor. You still surge into me, and--to my horror--when I look back to your orb-like, tentacle-laden slime body, you've barely decreased in size. I can't possibly contain all of you. You really WILL burst me.

You see to realize this, too. The tentacles aggressively surging into my mouth seperate from your 'body,' the rest of each filtering into me before stopping. I gasp, feeling my guts pulse, ready to burst. I get the morbid feeling you've freed my throat to hear my pleas, but they escape from my throat anyway as I moan and wiggle, urging my body to stay in one piece. But it's no use! My breath hitches, but I manage to softly, desperately gasp, "T-too much! Oh, no no no..."

My body throbs and pulses. There's only seconds left. "Please!" I beg, though I'm not sure who: you, or the universe in general?

But I have no time to dwell. "I'm going to explode! I--uhhhhn--ohh, ohh, its happening!" 

As my body gives a final, monumental creak and my last moan turns into a startled yell...

I explode.

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