A tale of inflation and life lessons.
Cindy soared into the sky, her body pulsing with pressure, her engorged breasts blocking her view of anything but the sky. In her last few moments, she wondered where it had all gone wrong.
The day had started out just like normal. She'd awoken next to her lover as she had for the last five years, whiffed the remnants of the musty cologne emanating from his sweaty neck. She readied herself for another dull day functioning as an automaton might, striving for some unseen goal that was oblivious to her earthly vision. There was a note on the table as she gripped a firm apple.
"I hope that today brings you to heights formerly unreachable"
That was just like him, she thought as she relished a bite, treading lightly towards the door. A burble from her stomach turned her attention inwards. It was probably nothing, but perhaps... a vague feeling of attainment pervaded her senses. Cindy peered strangely at the fruit as she slinked through the door. She could swear she saw his eyes snap shut when she spied back at the bed.
Cindy's trek to her transportation was halted by an odd perception that the world around her had shrunk slightly. Her pulse throbbed loudly as she started, thinking that perhaps it wasn't her pulse trembled but her skin. She looked down to discover that her button-down blouse did not quite fit. Her first thought was to return to her home and change but as she turned for the door the pulsating increased in rapidity and intenseness. As buttons broke loose and her skirt began to spread she began to consider the day ahead of her as a unique happenstance. She leaned backwards as her belly and breasts burst forwards from their mortal confines, a virtual confetti of cloth showering the ground at her feet. Cindy began to lift into the humid morning as her being became more and more bountiful.
When she found her burgeoning body had surpassed the manufacturer of her undergarments' wildest dreams of tensile strength she wondered how and why such an odyssey had befallen her but it became as clear as her body was abundant. The stretching sound of rending rubber assaulted her eardrums as she rounded out to ridiculous proportions, her body now a model of extremely exaggerated voluptuousness. Her breasts, belly, and rear end thrusted ever outwards towards her extremities as her realization reached her. She considered (as she imagined she might never have another moment to do so) that she had squandered her earthen existence in favor of mediocrity. She vowed that her vacillation towards twisting her life from moderateness to the minority of prosperous promising people would not wait even one more short while.
Cindy slowly sank towards the temporal terrain as her thoughts took tangible form. Her form slowly shrank as she reached the street. Down in the domicile her lover laughed lightly, his lesson indelicately administered but quickly learned.