"Finally, my hotel room," Jackie sighed, "a soak in the tub will almost make up for the rest of this rotten trip." She was traveling on business, and there was the usual complications -- her flight delayed in Denver, then her checked bag not arriving for almost an hour, and then, the complication with her hotel reservations.
* * *
"WHAT!" She screamed. "I can't believe this. My company's travel agency made the reservations. My name has to be there - check again. This is the Pavilion Plaza Hotel, right?"
"Yes, Ma'am, and I'm sorry, Ma'am, but there's simply no reservation under your name. There's nothing we can do -- we are booked solid. I do apologize." The hotel clerk, despite her words, did not seem empathic to Jackie's plight.
"YOU'RE sorry? What am I supposed to do for a room?" She raged.
"What about Room 280" the male clerk next to her said in a hushed voice, who was quickly glared at by the female.
"What about 280. Is it vacant? I'll take it!" Jackie shouted.
"I'm sorry Ma'am. That room is... unavailable." The clerk met Jackie's angry gaze with an icy stare.
"What exactly does that mean, unavailable? If there's no one in the room I'll rent it! Just give me the damn room key!"
The clerk opened her mouth as if to say something, then just as quickly closed it. "Fine, I'll just get the key. Enjoy your night's stay." She smirked, reached under the counter, and pulled out the electronic card key. "Try to get some sleep," she said, in an almost sarcastic tone.
Jackie snatched the key from her hand and stormed out of the lobby.
* * *
The bellhop, in his 50's, explained to Jackie the reason 280 remained vacant while walking her and her luggage to the room. Tired and cranky, Jackie let him babble, too exhausted to even tell him to stop. "The last guest that stayed, well, there was a bit of a tragedy. She was pregnant, and let me tell you, when I say pregnant, I mean PREGNANT. I talked to her, a real friendly lady, damn shame what happened, and she told me that she was carrying quintuplets -- *5* kids. Now, that's happened before, but she was *nine* months pregnant. NINE months -- in fact, she told me that it was 40 weeks to the day that night. Just imagine! She said she was the only woman in medical history to carry multiple children that long. She was enormous. Words don't begin to describe her -- she could barely walk, barely fit through the room door, and she was as big around as a... an... ahem.... Uh, well, anyway, her husband was supposed to meet her in town, to see a obstetrician specializing in multiple pregnancies, and find out why she hadn't gone into labor. She insisted on delivering naturally, and refused to get a C-section. She couldn't stand the thought of them cutting her open she said, no matter how big she got or how long it took.
"Well, that night was all she had to wait -- she gave birth that night. But there was a problem. See, her husband had a car accident that night on the way to meet her at the hotel, and was in a hospital. He never met her in her room. That night, the hotel got struck by lightning, and it took out all the computers, and the phone system -- the lock on her door, most of the doors, actually, were jammed shut (we've got that fixed now, ma'am). Well, it was a weeknight, and the rooms next to hers were mostly vacant. No one heard her go into labor.
"When the power finally came back, someone went around to check the rooms and found five healthy, screaming babies -- but the mother had died in childbirth." He winced. "I don't know what it means, but since then, guests have complained of strange noises, screams, weird things happening, and it got to the point that we've just stopped renting the room. I don't know how you got it, actually...." They arrived at the room door and Jackie put the card in the slot. A blue arc of electricity jumped from the lock to the card, and she jumped.
"That's just a bit of static, ma'am. Here, let me...." he said as he took the card and pushed in into the slot. The lights winked red and green, and the lock clicked. He opened the door. "Here you are, ma'am."
"Thank you" Jackie groaned, and closed the door quickly. The bellhop had tried to be friendly, but she had had enough stories for the evening, and just wanted to relax on her own. "Nice room", she mentally noted as she looked around. "2 king beds, color TV, honor bar. BIG room. Wow, tall ceilings - they must be at least 12 feet high". She sighed and began to unpack her shower things.
* * *
Relaxing in the tub, Jackie let the water flow over her stomach and breasts, reveling in it's warm wetness. Her energy flowed back as the water caressed her, and she even started to feel a bit naughty. As she looked up at the separate hot and cold knobs on the tub's controls (unusual for a hotel these days, Jackie thought, they usually have that single knob that either scalds you or freezes you!) she saw the shower head was detachable, and a grin crossed her face.
The hose pulled out of the wall, easily long enough to reach to the surface of the bathwater, she noted. The head was smooth, round, plastic, and slightly smaller than a baseball. Jackie turned the water on, lay back down, and rubbed the head over her shapely, large D-cup breasts, feeling her nipples harden under the tingling hot spray. She couldn't believe how excited she was, and how *good* the water felt. She lingered over her breasts for a while longer, letting the spray massage and tingle them, feeling it pulse against her throbbing nipples, feeling her breasts swell with excitement. Finally, she could stand it no longer and moved the head downward to her pussy. She almost jumped, and moaned louder, as the spray hit her clit and pussy lips. She rubbed the showerhead vigorously back and forth, quickly nearing a tremendous orgasm.
As she rubbed the head harder and harder against her clit and pussy, she gasped. She felt absolutely hornier than hell, and that's when she tried to push the whole showerhead insider herself.
To her amazement, it fit! She felt the water gush inside her. This is impossible, she thought.
"No it's not", a female voice answered her out loud.
Jackie let out a gasp and her eyes shot wide open. There standing beside the tub was a woman, naked and pregnant, more hugely pregnant than any she had ever seen, more pregnant than any human being could possibly be. Her stomach was at least 2 1/2 feet in diameter, and looked stretched and swollen beyond human capacity. Her belly button stuck out a full 2 inches, like one of those turkey thermometers that had long since popped out to signal the readiness of the meal inside. The woman and her ballooning stomach has an eerie, indistinct glow around the edges, and Jackie could not focus on her.
Jackie tried to speak, but only whispered gibberish came out. The ghost-woman caressed the sides of her belly, really the only part she could reach, and said, "So what do you think - do I look radiant? I feel so full, so tight - here, why don't you see what it feels like...."
Jackie only stared dumbly at her, and the ghost-woman pointed between her legs and said, "Did you lose something, dear?"
Jackie jumped as she remembered the shower-head still gushing its hot fluid inside her. When she looked down, though, she did not see it - she only saw the roundness of a belly that looked to be five months pregnant! It was only then that she noticed the tremendous pressure of the water gushing inside her, the heat that it radiated on her insides, the gurgle that it made as it rushed into her, even the bubbling stream of water as it hit the inside of her belly and filled her up.
She gasped in astonishment and reached down to pull the showerhead out. She tugged and tugged, but her pussy had tightened around the head now and there was no way that it would slip out. It was truly stuck inside of her! She started to panic, and screamed at the ghost-mother-to-be, "My God, why are you doing this to me? Why?"
The ghost woman smiled back and said, "Every woman should experience the joy, the fulfillment of a huge pregnancy like mine. Why, if I had my choice, I'd never stop growing. Just think, 9 months - 40 weeks - 280 days - of just getting bigger and never stopping. I love having an enormous, balloon-tummy that just keeps getting bigger and bigger...."
Jackie, beginning to panic, remembered the phone in the bedroom. Now about the size of a 9-month pregnant woman, she stepped out of the tub, and discovered that her sense of balance was way off. She almost fell forward and slipped on the slick bathroom floor. She pulled on the silver hose which was connecting her to the shower wall, and was relieved when she saw that it had a lot of slack, apparently even enough to let her walk out of the bathroom! She ran past (or was it through?) the enormously expecting spirit, as the ghost laughed at Jackie's reaction to her sudden "pregnancy".
Jackie levered herself up on the hotel bed, her stomach growing and becoming more and more difficult to lift, crawling across the bed and lunging for the hotel phone just on the other side. But just as she reached the center of the bed, the hose ran out of length. She was stopped in mid-leap as the hose pulled her back to the center of the bed.
"Ah, ah, my dear - you're just starting to experience the warm glow of pregnancy. We wouldn't want you spoiling the experience so soon" the spirited spirit's voice echoed from the bathroom. "Here, let me help you REALLY feel it, it'll make you HOT." Jackie then heard several metallic squeaks from the bathroom, and knew - that they could only be coming from the bathtub faucet knobs, and she guessed she knew which knob the spirit has turned to full volume!
Jackie, still lying on her ballooning stomach, felt a renewed pressure build in her abdomen. She moaned as the hot water flowed into her, at what seemed like 10 times the rate. She tried to push herself back with her hands onto her feet, but her stomach grew, lifting her onto her knees and elbows. Her stomach's volume now equaling the ghost-woman's amazing midsection, and the heat form the water traveled all the way through her insides. She felt like a water balloon that had been attached to a faucet, and had been left, forgotten, with the water still filling it. She knew that she would burst, just like that balloon would. Only she didn't, the tremendous pressure inside her just grew and grew.
A minute of struggling later, and her midsection was impossibly enormous, now too big for her to move even a little bit. Only her hands and feet were still touching the bedsheets now, her arms and legs were draped over the gigantic five foot (and growing) water balloon that her stomach had become. She felt the metal of the shower hose leaving her pussy and resting on the same curve of ballooning belly that her legs rested on. She whimpered and moaned and the pressure swelled her larger and larger.
5hat seemed like an eternity later, she heard the squeak of the faucet from the bathroom and the flow of water mercifully stopped.
Jackie resembled a woman lying atop an 8 foot diameter skin-colored water balloon. Only the preposterously-sized balloon was actually her bloated stomach! Her legs and arms draped only halfway down the sides, and came nowhere near touching the bed. Her back and head were only one foot away from the formerly distant ceiling, and as her chin rested on the vast curve of her ballooning mass, her eyes followed the curve of her own stomach down to the bed, only the corners of which could be seen. She tried to arch her back but could barely move her body at all, and finally collapsed, her breasts remaining squashed against her hot belly's stretched skin.
The ghost floated up to the ceiling, to Jackie's left, and smiled, as if very pleased with her handiwork.
Jackie, now furious, slapped her arms against her enormous belly, which resounded with flat-sounding "thwap"'s, like hitting the plastic skin of a waterbed, every time her hand hit. She furiously thrashed her arms, kicked her legs, and screamed. Of course, she moved nowhere, but all her struggling set up a wave-motion inside of her. She started to bob up and down slightly, and her eyes opened wide in panic as she moved ever-so-slightly. She felt the pressure increase as she bounced up and down on her impossibly ballooned stomach. She gasped as the bobbing, bouncing, grew larger, and larger still. Fearing that she would burst, she stayed very still, as over the next thirty seconds, the bobbing motion very slowly diminished and died.
"Please", she begged the ghost in a half-whisper. "Get me down. I mean, deflate me. I mean.... help me. Please." Tears started to roll down her cheeks.
"Why dear, you're so immensely pregnant, and you're *still* unhappy? Why, I would swear that's impossible if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. What ever could be the matter? Why, *I* know what the problem is" the ghost exclaimed, not giving Jackie a chance to speak, even if she could choke out a word between her sobs. "You're worried about feeding all those kids! Why, you have nice breasts, to be sure, but never enough to.... Well, don't you worry about it. I'll take care of everything." Before Jackie could scream again, the ghost passed her hand over Jackie's face. The room wobbled, then spun around, and Jackie passed out.
* * *
When she awoke, Jackie was lying on her back. About the only thing in view was her enormous belly, still 8 feet wide in all it's magnificent burgeoning, ballooning, swelling, spherical girth. Only now, she was pinned under it!
She felt her arms at her sides and her legs straight. Both were pinned under the enormous hot weight of Jackie's obscenely huge and hot abdominal water-balloon. Only her shoulders and the top half of her breasts were exposed. She thought she felt her belly-button, distended and sticking out, lightly brushing the stucco ceilings of the room. She breathed in gasps, and the enormous weight of her balloon-belly pushed her body deeply into the springy hotel mattress, so that she felt surrounded and pressed in on all sides.
It was only then that she noticed the silver hose emerging from her mouth. The ghost had somehow gagged her with the shower head! Her mouth was filled with it, and she could not make a sound, and could only breathe through her nose. "Mmnmmmm mmmnmmnmmnnn!" moaned Jacked, as she tried to scream for help.
"Just a second, dear", she heard the ghost's voice from the bathroom. "Now let's see, hot for mommy, and cold for... milk!" Jackie heard the squeak of the bathtub faucet again.
Jackie's eyes opened wide with fear as a liquid, slightly cold, but not frigid - was it milk? - flowed down her throat. Fortunately, it did not appear to interfere with her breathing, and she did not need to swallow - but she was powerless to stop the gushing of the milk down her throat. She thought she felt her cheeks and throat swell with the liquid as it rushed it's way down her throat. Where's it going to go, Jackie thought. This human water balloon is completely full up.
She was wrong.
She then felt her nipples jut stiffly out, and her breasts began to swell. She felt her breasts begin to fill with the invading fluid, much as her belly did before. She knew she was powerless to stop it, so she relaxed and "let it happen".
Her areola stretched wider, four inches, then eight, and her nipples stiffened, growing to one inch, then two inches, but continually getting longer and fatter. Her breasts ballooned quickly, and Jackie felt the taut skin stretch and swell, almost making a sound like a rubber balloon filling as each of her breasts swelled to a foot in diameter, covering her shoulders and upper arms, and just beginning to move her enormous belly balloon.
Then, the most unusual thing happened - she started to laugh (at least in her mind) at her predicament. She envisioned herself as a circus side-show, "The Balloon Woman". She could almost hear the ticket hawker speaking - "Ladies and Gentlemen - Now for Your Viewing Pleasure in the BIG Big Top! Come See Jackie, The Inflating Woman! Watch as we Pump her Full of Water, see her Swell and Stretch Right Before your Very Eyes! See Her Balloon into Three Enormous Spheres of Bountiful Womanhood! Watch her Moan with Pleasure and Pain at the Pressure of the Very Fluid just under her Tautly Stretched Bosom and Belly! Come One - Come All! See Jackie, The Balloon Woman! Hurry Up, Folks - Today, We will Inflate her to a Size Never Before Reached - Fifteen Feet of Full Breasted, Full Stomached, Fully Inflated Woman Flesh! Hurry, Hurry, Hurry...." the ticket seller's voice faded in her mind, and she giggled again at the image.
Now that she had relaxed, she noticed that the inflation was very pleasurable. Her nipples, long and fat, tingled and throbbed. Her skin felt electric. She felt her thighs get wet as her pussy oozed with her hot juices. Her breasts had grown to two feet in diameter, and were filling with the slightly colder milk. They pressed her shoulders down, now covering her arms entirely, and her colossal belly pushed them against her face, caressing her cheeks. The contrast between her hot, enormously bloated belly and her cooler breasts, currently dwarfed by her belly but quickly catching up, drover her wild. She pumped her hips, and discovered that she could rub against the skin of her belly just enough to stimulate her horniness further.
Her breasts slowly crept over her head, her ears and eyes now covered by the huge expanse of growing bosom-flesh. She could still breathe, her nose pressed between her breasts, but there was a gap by which she could draw air through her perfumed cleavage. Her own body was now completely covered by her three expanding spheres of ballooning flesh. She felt her breasts touch the cold headboard of the bed, and estimated them at four feet in diameter each.
But something was happening. Her breast-flesh could stretch no more, and started to grow taut! The milk continued to fill her, but there was no place for it to go! Her breasts started to become even more spherical as they swelled harder and harder with the fluid still gushing down her throat! She moaned louder, in a mix of pleasure and agony, as her areola stretched impossibly tautly, and she felt her huge nipples, which she could only guess were the size of soup cans and 8 inches long, begin to stretch and contort to the shape of her breast. She now screamed in tortured bliss as the pressure ballooning her tightly filled boobs continued to increase. "MMMNMMNMNM! NMNMMN! MNMNMNMMMMNMMMMNNNNNMNNN!"
Just as the pressure built to a peak, and she knew that she would burst, (and had even begun to wish for herself to burst, if only to relieve the tremendous pressure she was feeling), her orgasm hit like a tidal wave. Her whole body (that is, her belly and breasts, which to her seemed to be all of her that was in existence at this moment - all that she was at that moment was two swollen breasts and a gigantic ballooned belly, and this was all that the world would ever see her as now) grew even more impossibly tight and taut, and she felt her stomach-water-balloon and her milk-breast-balloons shake and shimmy. With each spasm that shook her body, she felt liquid gush out her soup-can nipples. Spasm after spasm wracked her body - her orgasm seemed never ending. She felt the milk gush all over her breasts and belly - it even dripped down her cleavage and got her face wet and slippery, and her breast skin slid against her face as it shook and wobbled with the tremendous strength of each contraction of her mind-blowing orgasm. The milk continued to gush down her cleavage, and some even entered her nose. She thought she heard the ghost-woman laughing loudly in the bathroom. The strength of her orgasm grew stronger and stronger, and finally, she blacked out again.
* * *
She awoke, coughing and spluttering, water coming out her mouth and nose. She looked around, splashing and flailing her arms. She was in something white and hard - a bathtub. She was in the hotel, and had fallen asleep in the tub. It had all been a dream! She had dreamed the whole thing. She wondered how long she had been asleep - her hands were wrinkled from the water, and it had long since grown cool from it's former soothing hot temperature. She laughed and started to pull her body out of the tub, when her foot hit something between her legs.
It was the shower hose. And the head was wedged firmly inside her pussy.
She froze when she thought she heard a faint, ghostly laugh. And then, as she stared at it in horror, the hot water faucet, slowly, slowly, began to turn.