Women begin inexplicably swelling up, with terrifying results.
It was a beautiful day, Lesile had decided to call her friend Elizabeth to go into town to go shopping. Lesile was already at the meeting point, only living a couple of blocks from the main street of town.
"Hey Liz," Lesile greeted cheerfully. Elizabeth took stock of Lesile and for just a fleeting moment felt jealousy. Lesile was a very pretty redhead, not to tall, and very thin. She could eat and eat without the effects showing on her at all. Elizabeth on the other hand was very self-conscious about her appearance however. Although she had been told by many a guy how attractive she was, she felt...well fat. Nothing could be further from the truth, and most guys laughed when she made that statement to them. Her figure was drastically different from Lesiles, and Elizabeth was more sought after due to it. Nevertheless she still remained envious of Lesile.
"Hey yourself," she replied forgetting about her momentary weakness.
"Say, I’m hungry. What’dya say we grab a bite to eat before we get shopping, maybe mexican," Lesile offered.
Just like her to want to eat, Elizabeth thought. "Sure, whatever you want," Elizabeth answered.
They walked through town to the local mexican restaurant, laughing and giggling all the way. They were taking a shortcut through an narrow alley, when a man in a black suit, and tinted sunglasses turned the corner and almost knocked over the two girls.
"Oh I’m terribly sorry ladies," he said in an accent neither Lesile or Elizabeth had heard. "I am in such a rush, I didn’t mean to startle you". There was something weird about the man, the way he looked at Elizabeth, almost as if he were looking through her. It made her shiver involuntarily, and she felt dizzy for a moment.
"No harm done," Lesile said carefully and grabbed Elizabeth’s arm to get her moving. When they got out of earshot, Lesile laughed briefly. "This town is just full of weirdos." Elizabeth still felt slightly uneasy, "I dunno, that was definitely creepy."
"Come on, I’m absolutely starving. They have an all you can eat buffet."
Breaking out of the trance Elizabeth said sarcastically, "great".
Elizabeth looked behind her, and thought she caught a glimpse of the man still staring at her. She shrugged it off as paranoia.
***
"Well that hit the spot," Lesile said pushing her fourth plate of mexican cuisine forward.
Elizabeth had eaten about three heaping plates herself, which shocked both her and Lesile. She usually ate like a rabbit these day, and to eat all that food was an uncommon occurrence. "I can’t believe I ate so much, I feel like I’m going to pop," she said while adjusting the waistband of her jeans which seemed quite a bit more snug now. "Just stick me with a pin."
Lesile laughed, "It's good to indulge yourself once in awhile you know."
"Lets get outa here so I can walk this off."
They paid the check and were back on the main street once more. "Where should we go first," Elizabeth asked
"How bout the thrift shop, haven’t been there in a few weeks." Ninety percent of Lesiles’ clothes came from there, she loved the thrift shops.
"Sounds good to me."
As they walked to the shop, Elizabeth felt that her clothes seemed tight. She vowed never to eat again. Once inside the shop the two girls picked several pieces to try on. Once in the safety of the fitting room, Elizabeth removed the restricting clothes and examined herself. She could almost swear that she had gotten bigger since this morning. Her already ample breasts seemed to be slightly bigger beginning to spill out the sides of her DD cup bra. Her panties dug into her thighs slightly more than usual, at that moment she decided that she would have to run a few miles that evening. She finally tried on a lowcut party dress she had found in her size(or so she hoped was still her size). She squeezed into it, finding that it was a bit snug around her breasts and hips. She was about to take it off when Lesile opened the curtains trying to catch her friend by surprise.
"Wow," she said mouth wide opened, "you look great". Some other women nearby where forced to agree, as well as two guys who nearly drooled at the sight. This made Elizabeth feel ten feet tall, that is until she heard a loud tear coming from her rear. Upon examining with her hands hoping to feel fabric, she instead felt her own panties and bottom. Turning beat read she ran back to the fitting room. I knew it was to good to be true, she thought to herself while removing the torn dress. All she wanted to do was to go home, and get away from this store. As she put on her clothes she had a hard time getting the pants buttoned. "That's all I need", she muttered. Finally, with much coaxing she got the button fastened noticing the amount of her belly pushing over the waistband. Her shirt also seemed to show off more of her belly than usual as she pulled the shirt over her breasts. She came out of the dressing room, and found Lesile waiting for her obviously sensing that Elizabeth would want to get out of the shop quickly. After explaining what happened to the sympathetic sales clerk, they left the shop not having to pay for the ruined dress.
"Don’t sweat it Liz, it could of happened to anyone."
"That’s easy for you to say miss waif," she said very upset.
Lesile looked hurt by this comment, which made Elizabeth feel guilty for she had said. "Look Lesile, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you, you know how I can get sometimes. I think I’m just gonna go home now."
Lesile sincerely looked concerned for her friend, which touched Elizabeth. "Look, try to perk up. I’ll call you tomorrow, OK."
Elizabeth smile slightly, "sure thing. Talk to you tomorrow."
***
The rest of the afternoon Elizabeth sat around and felt a little sorry for herself. She tried to go out running, but found herself rather tired. When her mother called her for dinner, she tried to convince her that she was not hungry. However as of late Elizabeth’s mother feared her daughter might not be eating well, and while she was at home determined to feed her. The pasta did smell good, so Elizabeth put a very small portion on her plate. Over the afternoon her Jeans had stretched slightly becoming more comfortable. As she ate however she felt the jeans get tighter and tighter on her until finally the button exploded quite audibly and everyone at the table looked down her wide opened jeans. "Oh my," her mother said.
"Are you pregnant," her father asked suspiciously.
"I’m a virgin daddy," she said abruptly, causing her father to turn bright red, "I think I’m done. I’m going to bed". She got up from the table slowly, as she felt rather full, covering the exposed part her panties the blown out jeans had exposed. When she reached her bedroom she quickly shed her clothes once more. Her bra was unbearably tight at this point. She looked in the full length mirror, she had definitely got bigger, especially in her chest, a little bigger in the belly, and a little wider at the hips. Still feeling completely exhausted she put on her oversized nightshirt, even that felt a bit snug in some parts, and promised herself that she would be getting a membership at the gym tomorrow. "Right now I have to sleep though," she said to herself. Elizabeth slipped into a blissful sleep, totally unaware of the black cat watching her through the window.
***
Elizabeth realized something when she started stirring out of her sleep, although very vague as she was barely out of her slumber, there was something blocking her vision. She woke up lying on her back and when she opened her eyes she couldn’t see over her breasts. She finally woke up completely with a start, "what the hell," she said panicked. She moved her hands to her now giant orbs that were her breasts, and felt how tight her oversized night shirt had stretched over them. It had even started to tear in the center, and each breath she took caused it to tear a little more. She squeezed them slightly and found them to be somewhat taut. She moved her hands down the rest of her body and found her belly to be larger as well. She tried to get up, but was having a hard time with all the added bulk. Finally after gaining enough momentum she rolled off the bed and onto her feat nearly falling over before she found her new center of gravity. She found walking to be difficult, it was more of a waddle. As she turned to her full length mirror she gasped as she caught full site of herself.
Her breasts where the size of basketballs and defied all gravity as they were perfectly round without a bit of sag to them. Her hips and thighs seemed huge to her now. She turned around to try and get a view of her bottom, which didn’t take much effort. Her panties had slipped into her crack causing a wedgie, and she could see why. Her bottom look like two half basketballs, proportionate somewhat to her bust.
"What’s happening to me," she almost cried. She waddled over to her door and opened it. Luckily her parents were at work and she had the house to herself much to her relief. She did not want to be seen in this condition. She was pondering what she was going to do when the phone rang. She made her way over to where the phone was, and then lost sight of it under her massive breasts. As she bent down she fell over with the added weight on her front. Fumbling for the phone she finally grabbed hold of it and answered, "h hello?"
"Hey Liz, feeling better today," Lesile asked over the phone..
Elizabeth gulped before silently answering, "no I’m not. Could you please come over. "
"Sure, is everything OK," she asked concerned.
"I’d rather tell you when you get here, and come alone please."
"Sure, I’ll be over in about twenty minutes."
"OK, I’ll be here," and with that she hung up the phone.
This gave her twenty minutes to get up, and to find something that would fit her. This proved to be no small task. After about a dozen tries, she got enough leverage to lift herself up. Next was to find clothes, and that proved to be the most difficult part. None of her pants would fit her, nor any of her shirts, and dresses were out of the question. She thought about it and decided to check her parents wardrobe. She finally found one of her fathers oversized white button down shirts, and one of her mothers skirts with an elastic waist band that seemed to fit. She looked at herself again in the mirror, noticing how far the shirt stuck out making her look even plumper. She remedies this by wrapping a black belt around the bottom of the shirt showing her boobs off some more. She also decided to put the belt on to tell weather or not she was getting any bigger. The other half of her body looked better, just her thighs and hips look bigger, not so much he calves. Finally ready to meet Lesile she carefully made her way downstairs back into the living room, and plopped onto the couch at a weird angle due to her rounded butt.
After what seemed like an eternity the doorbell rang and Elizabeth asked who it was. When Lesile announced "its me silly," Elizabeth yelled for her to come in. She heard the door open and Lesile’s footsteps.
"You in the living room," she asked.
"Yeah, but brace yourself."
Lesile rounded the corner and gasped at what she saw. On the couch was a more rounded version of Elizabeth straining a shirt usually many sizes to big. "My God, your your.....", she was speechless.
"Huge, plump, go on you can say it," Elizabeth said on the verge of tears.
"What happened," Lesile said moving over to her friend.
"I just woke up like this."
"How do you feel," she ventured.
"I feel so bloated, and tight. Its hard to describe."
Lesile moved her hand to touch Elizabeth’s bloated body and stopped herself not wanting to upset her friend more. Elizabeth just nodded, indicating it was OK. Lesile gave Elizabeth’s belly a poke, feeling the tautness of her belly.
"Its weird," she muttered," its almost like touching a balloon."
"Well I kinda feel like one," Elizabeth replied.
They both sat in silence, until Elizabeth began to feel a little dizzy again. "Are you OK," Lesile asked concerned.
"I dunno, I feel funny," Elizabeth said looking down at her waist.
The belt was starting to get tight on her, her body began to bulge over it and under it. Elizabeth’s breaths were more of short puffs as if she were trying to control the intake of air into her. "Your swelling up," Lesile noted near hysterics.
"Help get this belt off me, Please," she pleaded. Lesile tried to unbuckle the belt, but it was too tight. Elizabeth’s face was red with tension as the belt cut into her painfully. Her chest now strained the front of the shirt stretching the buttons enough that Lesile could see parts of her massive bust. Lesile could only watch as Elizabeth blew up on the couch, her thighs thickening down to her calves finally. Finally the belt exploded off her waist. Elizabeth stopped swelling, and looked down at her body. Her upper torso was becoming more and more spherical.
"What are you filling with," Lesile asked giving Elizabeth another poke. This time feeling that she was a little tighter, and she bulged in other places when she was poked.
"I think its air," she said," I really am blowing up like a balloon".
"We have to get you to a doctor, and find a way to deflate you. You feel tighter than before....," she trailed off.
Elizabeth’s face filled with fear. "Do you think I’ll pop?"
"I dunno Liz, but I don’t want to risk it, come on I’ll drive."
"I hope you brought your station wagon," Elizabeth said.
Lesile helped the plumpened Elizabeth up and to the door. Getting through the door was a problem, as Elizabeth was far too wide now. Lesile got up behind her enlarged friend and began to shove her through. "Careful," Elizabeth whimpered. Finally they were able to squeeze her through the door, and Lesile carefully helped Elizabeth get into the back of her station wagon. It was a tight fit, and Lesile had a hard time seeing out the back. Elizabeth had a very uncomfortable ten minute trip to the hospital as she rolled from side to side in the car. When they reached the hospital Lesile ran inside to help move Elizabeth. She heard a stretcher being rolled and running footsteps. "Holy shit, she’s so round," she heard a voice mutter. She couldn’t see over her breasts. She felt hands grab onto her swollen body, and what sound like a balloon squeaking. She cried out when she realized it was coming from her. "She’s lighter than she looks," the other EMT said.
They placed her on a stretched and moved her through the emergency room and finally into a large private room. Somewhere along the way, Lesile had been asked to stay in the lobby. So Elizabeth was forced to lay there alone. After just a few minutes a doctor entered the room. "Hello Elizabeth, I’m Dr. Owens," he said awestruck.
"Doctor, what’s wrong with me," she squeaked.
"Well its certainly not retaining water, that’s for sure," he said realizing that humor was not appropriate at this point. "I’m sorry its just, well, I’ve never anything like this before. No one has to my knowledge, its unprecedented. But I’m going to try and help you," said Dr. Owens. "Nurse," he called his voice wavering a little.
A young nurse walked in and nearly fainted when she saw Elizabeth. "Y, Yes Doc Doctor," she stuttered.
"Please help me get Elizabeth on her feet, and then see if we can find her a gown," he said moving over to the stretcher.
The doctor and nurse fussed about her and helped her get onto her feet and center her on her plumpened legs. "OK Elizabeth we’re going to....." he stopped as he watched the girls face flush.
"Oh no," Elizabeth cried, "its happening again."
Elizabeth began to blow up again, this time a little differently. Her shoulders began to puff up along with her arms, which began to rise straight out. Followed by her chest which strained the tight shirt. With a "pop" a button flew off it followed by another than another.
"She’s blowing up like a balloon," the nurse wailed.
"Thank you nurse, I can see that," the doctor replied.
Elizabeth looked frantically about her as her belly blew up pushing her chest up to her chin. Her shoulders now pressed against her neck, her shirt finally gave up the ghost of containing the rest of her and fell to the floor. "Help, Help!," Elizabeth cried. Her upper torso was almost completely spherical. Her skirt was begging to stretch to its limits and finally burst off her, revealing overstretched panties. Her crotch began to inflate over her legs, and meanwhile her arms were becoming part of her upper body. "I’m getting too big, the pressure is just mounting," Elizabeth cried. She tried to take a few steps, but could only waddle a few inches.
"She’s gonna pop," the nurse yelled running out of the world. The doctor was about to stop her, when he thought that maybe the nurse had the right idea. Her body was almost completely spherical now, a fleshtoned balloon with gargantuan breasts. It was even making squeaking balloon noises too. Elizabeth grunted and whimpered as she grew enormous, for she was almost three hundred inches around at the waist. "Oh Doctor, help, I’m so big, the pressure is too much. I’m gonna POP!," she was hysterical now. As she struggled against her inflation she wobbled and then finally started sliding onto her back, but fell short as it was too round to lay on. The Doctor then heard straining rubbery stretching and was about to run when the inflation seemingly stopped.
Elizabeth just lay there at an angle, he eyes shut just waiting to explode. When she realized that she was no longer inflating she lay very still, fearing even breathing hard. She felt completely full, the pressure almost unbearable. She was a helpless balloon, unable to move. Dr. Owen signaled to the nurse that it was safe to come back in. He approached the bulbous mass that was Elizabeth and placed a hand on her body, and retracted it quickly upon feeling how tight she was. "Whoa," he said.
"Uh, Uh, if I get any bigger I just know I’m going to burst," she said.
A crowd had gathered outside the room, watching the spectacle of the giant balloon girl, the doctor ordered them away, fearing the enormous unstable girl in the center of the room.
"Dr. Owens," the nurse said.
"Yes Nurse."
"Do you still want me to take some blood from her?"
Dr. Owens looked at the girl dumbfounded, "think about that for a second," he told her. She did and then it struck her.
"Oh, I guess the needle might not be a good idea".
***
Lesile was led to the room where they had put Elizabeth. No one could get a hold of her parents, so she had decided to stay. When she entered the room she saw a nurse holding the biggest hospital gown ever. It was more like a huge sheet then anything else, no doubt the engineering of improvising nurse. Then she looked over at the flesh colored balloon with breasts in the middle of the room, she couldn’t see Elizabeth’s head though. She slowly walked over to where she could speak to her face to face. Elizabeth looked back at her friend her face shrouded with fear at her predicament. "Oh Elizabeth...", she said completely at a loss. "What’s it like," she asked.
"I’ll never look at a balloon the same way that’s for sure," she managed to say. The pressure must have been immense in there. "If I have another episode.....".
It was a disconcerting thought to say the least. "I need to get some more material for the gown, I’ll be right back," said the nurse. The nurse left the room, and closed the door. "We’ll find a way to get you back to normal, don’t worry," Lesile said trying to comfort Elizabeth.
"Always looking at the bright side aren’t you Lesile."
Lesile spun around and found a man in a black suit standing there. The same man they had ran into in town. He had startled her, for she did not hear the door open.
"Who’s their Lesile," Elizabeth asked.
"I think you’d better leave mister," Lesile warned.
"Oh I don’t think so, after all, an artist admires his handiwork," he said playfully.
Lesile stared at the man in fear, "you did this," she whispered.
"That’s right my dear," he smiled, "I had no idea this would be so much fun. Watching you squirm as you blew up."
"How," Elizabeth whispered unable to see the man.
He approached Elizabeth’s rounded body. "Get away from her, Doctor, Nurse.....", She was cut off as she felt her body freeze into place. "No one can hear you dear, so please don’t waste your breath."
He poked Elizabeth causing her to bulge and to whimper again, "Stop that," she said.
"You see, I’m what you would call a warlocke. Do you believe in magic Lesile," he asked. When she didn’t respond he continued, "Its no matter, because I do. My powers flow from the fear of others that I link to. In the case of our rotund young lady here," he patted her again causing the skin to squeak, "well I found out her fear of getting fat and well acted on it. She didn’t get fat of course but it gave me the idea for this. I think that I will have to do this more often," he added.
"Please, let the air out of me," Elizabeth pleaded.
The warlocke laughed, "well that wouldn’t be very fun would it. No no no. Lets see. How shall we end this," he was toying around.
"You bastard," Lesile yelled," I’ll....", she found herself unable to talk.
"Kindly shut up miss," he said casually," now where were we". He climbed up onto Elizabeth’s body, causing her to bulge dangerously.
"Oh, stop, your gonna make me pop," Elizabeth cried.
He brought his face between her monstrous boobs, and looked down at his victim. "That’s the idea you know. But how shall I do it I wonder. Stick you with a pin maybe," he said while poking one of her orbs. "Please stop, change me back, please," she pleaded again. He smiled and stood up on top of her and began to jump, causing dangerous rubbery groans to emit from her tight body. "Oh stop, just stop, oh...oh....oh". He finally stopped and jumped off her body. "It would seem as though there where still some room in there. Lets see just how big you’ll get," and with that he snapped his fingers.
Again she began to swell, the warning noises coming from her body. She flapped her hands against the sides of her body, and kicked her little feet. Soon her hands and feet where being engulfed by her sides, as well as her feet. Lesile watched in horror as the warlocke inflated Elizabeth to her limits. She saw that her nails where beginning to dig into her sides, she closed her eyes.
"Oh no, my nails, I’m too big, I’m.....gonna...........pop ohhhhhhhhhh," her nails dug deep into her sides. Her cheeks began to puff up as well as her lips, she swelled, and swelled, and swelled, and POP!!!
There was a deafening sound of a balloon popping. Lesile opened her eyes to find the room filled with shreds of flesh colored rubber, and thankfully that was it. The warlocke stood there with his eyes closed, seething with power.
"Well its been fun my dear, lets do this again shall we," and with that he vanished leaving only a menacing laugh.
Lesile began to cry, still frozen to the floor. "I’ll get you you bastard, if its the last thing I ever do."
Carrie fought the urge to look at the man that she knew to be staring at her.
It was just another creepy guy getting his kicks she guessed. She got it all the time, but never let it get to her. She knew she had what guys wanted, but she used her feminine powers for good.
"That'll be three fourteen please," the man behind the counter said.
Carrie paid for her soda and left the Quick Stop behind her. It was dreadfully hot out on this July day, and she found herself parched. Before she realized it she had consumed the entire twenty ounce bottle of soda that she had just bought. Her thirst was partially quenched, but at the expense of feeling a bit gassy and somewhat bloated. She continued her walk, feeling the effects of the heat. Sweat had begun to soak her dark hair, and her cleavage where it showed in had tiny droplets speckled across it bountiful surface. As she past by a office building window she caught a glimpse of the man in the dark suit who had been watching her in the quick stop. Beginning to feel uneasy she picked up her pace, grimacing at the cramp the soda was causing her.
The man kept pace, and Carrie took up a light jog quickly turning down an alley before realizing her mistake. The ally was a dead end. She wheeled around to face her pursuer, only to find herself alone in the alley. Her heart still racing, she took a few stepts toward the open end of the ally.
After a few seconds Carrie laughed nervously to herself. She sighed, only to jump about three feet in the air when she heard his voice.
"Looking for me," came his accented voice.
Carrie turned around slowly, only to see the man wave his hand in front her face. The world faded into darkness.
***
"Pardon me, are you Lesile?"
The red head looked up from her laptop and found herself looking at a tall middle-aged man. "Why yes I am, Mister...?"
He let out a short laugh. "Byron Perkins at your service," he said taking her hand.
"A pleasure to meet you Mr. Perkins," she motioned for him to sit. "Thank you for coming."
He took a seat across from Lesile. "Not at all, and please call me Byron."
They sat in the periodicals section of the University Library that Lesile was attending. After witnessing her best-friends demise at the hands of something truly monstrous, she had vowed to seek out and purge the evil from the world. Her search had been fruitless, which ultimately led to another question. How would she stop this man. Of all the research she had done on the occult she had come across Byron Perkins name as a wizard of sorts. Of course the very idea of a "wizard" was scoffed at in the modern would, so was the idea of a warlock.
After seeing the things that she had witnessed, Lesile did not dismiss anything.
Lesile sized the man up. Nothing outright remarkable about him. He looked like he could be one of her own professors at the university, not a wizard.
Byron smiled. "I sense skepticism. Am I not what you pictured."
Lesile decided to be frank. "No, I guess you're not."
"Well, I left my scepter at home. And my cape is in the cleaners. It is the twenty-first century after all. Magic is a dying art, only practiced by a small few. I assure you I am one of them."
Lesile smiled slightly, briefly glancing out the window. When her gaze returned to Byron's she gasped. The man in front of her was about twenty years
younger, and more attractive. The eyes had gone from a pale green, to a brilliant blue. "I trust this is proof enough my dear?"
All Lesile could do was nod her head. "I'm convinced".
"Excellent. Then I suppose we should begin discussing the matters that have brought us together."
***
Carrie's eyes opened slightly, then quickly closed again when the bright light hit them. She was cold, a far cry from the blistering heat that she remember feeling. How long had she been out, and where was she. Her mind raced, and fear began to clench up in her stomach.
"Ah, I'm glad you could join me. I thought you'd never wake up."
Carrie cringed at the voice. It was the same man who had stalked her through the alley. He closed his eyes, seeming to revel in the anxiety he was causing the young woman.
"Who are you?" she asked sheepishly.
The man replied we a dreadful laugh. "It is of matter who I am Carrie," he stopped. "You don't mind if I am a bit informal with names. Its just my
friendly nature."
"What do you want with me," asked Carrie.
The man walked around her, seeming to assess her. He smiled at her. "A little while back I picked up a hobby. Well actually its a little more than a hobby. More of a pleasant diversion from my normal routine, something I get great pleasure from. And you Carrie will do nicely." With that he snapped his fingers.
Carrie glanced at the man curiously for a second, then began to feel odd. She backed away from the man, and felt a pressure welling up in her chest. She looked down at her cleavage and saw it lose color, turning a creamy white.
"What the..."? Her chest slowly began to swell, rising up and out of the neckline of her black dress. Slowly and steadily her breasts got fatter and
fuller. She could feel her bra straining underneath, trying to contain the melon sized orbs in.
"How, and what...?" she muttered.
The man laughed amused at the site. "Its a variation I've been meaning to attempt for quite some time. In terms you can understand, your prodcuing great amounts of milk. I assure you it gets better," he said with a vicious smile.
Carrie heard her bra snap, and could hear the stitches of her dress begin to die. The sight of Carrie with her overly abundant assets made it look as
though she would topple over at any moment. Suddenly her breasts stopped filling, and Carrie stood there cradling them. Her dress had ridden up on her
reveling her shapely thighs and parts of the bloomers she was wearing underneath.
"Oh why did you do this," she asked.
"The fun's just starting," was the reply.
Carrie felt her dress begin to cinch around her hips. She looked down to see that they were flaring out, along with a noticeable thickening of her thighs. She looked overly voluptuous at this point, but the swelling continued.
"I'm blowing up," she cried out. She ran her hands down the curves of her body, unable to believe what was happening. Her arms were becoming rigid as they too joined in the inflation. Next her belly fell victim to the filling. She began to burst at the seems of the dress she was wearing, stitches began to rip of one by one until it finally split conveniently down the middle. Creamy white flesh made itself known, revealing the giant semi-spheres still inflating. Her body was now spehircal from the crotch up. Her bloomers stretched amazingly, clinging to the girth of her immense thighs, which now where being engulfed by her massive body.
"Oh please stop, the pressure is so intense," she begged. The man's response was to laugh again. Then sigh in content at the fear being generated from his latest vicitm. Carrie's body was now almost a complete sphere. She struggle against the inflation causing her mass to shimmy and jiggle with every small move that she could make. The swelling began to slow as her skin began to tighten, the milk continued to flow inside her.
"Oh make it stop before I burst, please," she was panting now. Her body was completely full, any second and she felt her body would just give way to the milk that was filling her. Just when she thought she couldn't take another second of it, the swelling stopped.
"That should do it."
What stood in the center of the room was no longer a woman. Instead stood a quivering mounds of creamy flesh orb with tiny hands and feat. Her brunette
head stuck out on top, her eyes clenched shut. Funny enough her bloomers had miraculously held on albeit stretched super-tight. The dark man approached
Carrie smiling at his handy work.
"I've outdone myself this time, you are a masterpiece. One more second and I'd be covered in milk," he said gleefully.
The was a groan from Carrie. "Oh what have you done to me," she whimpered. The dark man's response was to poke his finger into her giant center, casing a bulge and moan from Carrie. "Stop that," she said.
He walked behind her and Carrie tried to keep her gaze with him. Even trying to turn around with a ponderous step that merelly caused a huge shimmy through her body, making her feel as though she'd pop. She then felt the man pulling her down, she tried to keep her balance, but it was useless. She lost her balance and rolled onto her back. She lay there jiggling violently like a dropped water balloon.
"Oh be careful. If I jiggle to hard I'll burst," she said helplessly.
Once more that insipid laughing. "All in good time my beautiful milk balloon. All in good time. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to retire for the evening. Its been fun though. I'll be back in the morning to check on you if you manage to get through the night without...", he paused smiling,"well anyway. Goodnight my dear." With that Carrie was left in the room all alone.
***
The night had proved to be long and difficult for Carrie. It had been a struggle not to move all night. Any slight movement would cause her to shimmy,
and bulge dangerously. During one of the close calls she had she got panicked and could have sworn she swelled slightly. She was dreadfully uncomfortable as her head was suspended off the ground, giving her neck a hell of a kink. Her tight bloomers were not helping matters either, but she took small comfort in keeping some of her modesty intact. She hated being so helpless and fearful due to her predicament. Her thoughts were interrupted by the opening of a door. She clenched up, fearing the man was coming back to finish her off.
"Hello, is anyone. Oh my goodness," came a pleasant sounding female voice.
Carie could not see the person, but was thankful that it was not the dark man. She heard the distinct sound of high-heels in the room. The woman came into Carries field of vision. She was strikingly beautiful, with blond hair, and radiant green eyes. She had the body of a knock out, and her red dress showed it off nicely. Carrie also noticed the woman's long red fingernails, her sharp red fingernails.
"My, my, my, don't you look delicious." The woman said, with what Carrie thought was lust in her voice. She ran the back of her nails down the side of Carrie's plump body. Carrie began to puff in fear, waiting for one of her nails to catch and puncture her side.
"Oh your nails, they're so sharp. Be careful...". There was a loud "pluff" as Carrie's bloomers burst off her swollen body causing her to once again jiggle uncontrollably with the milk inside her. Sloshing filled the room, and the woman in red licked her lips.
"I guess that means your ready," she said with a smile. "I'm going to have some fun now."
Carrie tried to remain still, but was tense with anticipation now that the woman was out of view once more. She heard the door open again and some whispering, then heard something metal being dragged accross the ground. Carrie then heard the sound of the high heels on something metal, then a hand on her belly.
Carrie's face went even whiter now that she realized that the woman was climbing on top of her massive body. She felt even more pressure as her body
bulged with the weight of the woman, it was sheer torture. The woman on top shifted forward until Carrie could once again see her. She had a big grin on her face.
"I've been meaning to try this for awhile now. Sit back and try to enjoy," she said with a sinister laugh.
Carries eyes darted from the woman's face as she began to slowly bounce up and down to the high heels that she still wore.
"Oh please stop, I'll pop for sure," Carrie pleaded.
The woman merely moaned in pleasure, the bouncing increasing in strength. Carrie's body began to squeak in protest, she now bulged dangerously. The woman in red merely continued her ride despite Carrie's fear of the outcome of this.
The moans got more intense from both of them. One in torture, the other in pleasure. The woman straddled Carrie, at first avoiding contact between her
high heels and Carries gargantuan body. Now she was bucking wildly he high heels starting to brush her sides, causing squeaks like that of an overinflated balloon. Carrie jiggled harder and harder, and she flapped her hands feebly against her sides. She knew that it was only a matter of time before the bouncing or the high heels did her in.
"OH,Oh,Oh, its too hard, its too much, your gonna make me burst."
The red clad woman bounced harder and harder approaching her climax...
***
The dark man paced a ways down from the room that Carrie lay in. Every now and again he would hear sharp squeals of delight. He was about to check inside the room when there was a loud explosion and a splash. He smiled as the door opened and he caught a view of the room. The walls were covered in milk, and on the floor it was about an inch deep. It flowed out of the room. The woman emerged from the room, barely dazed. Her red dress was soaked in milk, and she licked her fingers. A smile of contentment was on her face. She kissed the dark man on the cheek.
"I have some people that would just love to see what you do here my dear brother."