It was supposed to be a normal Friday night; my friends come over, we all have a few drinks, maybe do some other unmentionables. I was supposed to make my ‘special’ brownies for my friends – the ladies especially seem to like them. Well, I decided to make some ‘extra special’ brownies. This is how it begins.
The doorbell rings at my apartment, which I quickly answer. Opening the door, I am greeted by Jason and Paul.
“Hey Craig, how ya doing? What’s up?” Jason barked, trying to be funny, but really just failing horribly. Yeah, Jason wasn’t too funny.
“Shut up, I’m good, come on in, come in.” I barked back.
“So what time is everyone else coming?”
“Paul, I think they said they’d be here, oh, 45 minutes ago. Isn’t that right, Craig?”
“Late. As usual. Alright, come on in, I gotta show you something.”
About 20 minutes later, during an intense match of Jenga (god help me), the doorbell rings. Finally! There’re only 3 people it could be – Kelly, Melanie, or Kimberly. Better late than never.
“Heya guys! We’re sooooo sorry, traffic was horrible”, I was right. There she was, Kelly, who apparently died her hair a medium brown with blond streaks. I’m surprised the former blonde didn’t wreck the car within 5 feet of her house, like she did before. But that’s another story.
“Mmm… what’s that smell? Did you bake something?” Kimberly said, coming out from behind. She was always a cutie.
“Stop thinking about food, remember?” Melanie yelled as she jokingly hit her on the side of the head.
Kelly and Melanie never seemed to hide themselves, well, I’m not a fashion designer. But this is how I think a fashion designer would describe them:
“Kelly, wearing a pair of moderately baggy jeans and a small beige t-shirt, and Melanie, wearing some damn tight beige pants and a pink belly shirt, make a terrific tag team. Then we have Kimberly. Notice her blue denim overalls with white flower prints. Underneath she is wearing a long sleeve, blue t-shirt. This outfit hides her voluptuous figure very well.”
Big Pimpin? No, not really. They’ve been our friends for quite some time here in college. It was freshman year that we all bumped into each other. Since then, we’ve always hung out. Kind of like a ‘Saved by the Bell’ college thing done terribly wrong. So you don’t really care? It’s good background info. Lets get going.
A few hours later, we sat enjoying the effect of the brownies we ate earlier. Actually, there was no effect at all. I didn’t eat any brownies, and everyone else was feeling pretty normal. Everyone was bored, playing video games, but I knew things would get interesting. Probably a few games of football would go by before they did.
“Paul, you dick, I thought you said you had Topple? I wanted to play that game.”
“Quiet! I’m trying to whoop Craig, and it’s 4th and 23.”
“Wow, you sound like a winner to me Paul.”
There was the normal friendly quarreling, people arguing, people getting hurt. Kelly suddenly got up out of her chair, next to Paul, and ran upstairs. Everyone seemed to look at me. What did I do?
“Damn, fine, I guess I’ll go see how she is. After this down.” I said, and so I did. I went upstairs, down the dark hallway. I heard some moaning coming from my bedroom, reluctantly, I walked in. There I saw Kelly, face down on my bed.
“Uh. . . you’ll think this is funny, I feel like I ate a ton!”
Yeah, I expected that, somewhat, though Kelly only had 2 brownies. Then I noticed her jeans, slowly tightening up. Like an air mattress, her butt and thighs seemed to swell, tightening her pants. Her jeans grew tight, her thighs firmly packed inside the confine of her pant legs. Her butt, so swollen, almost had a nasty wedgie from the seam of her pants.
”Uhhhh, I feel weird, I think I need to get up,” Kelly moaned.
As she tried to roll onto her back, she ended up half lying on her side. I finally saw her stomach, swollen to the point where her beige t-shirt was pulled tight around it. A large bulge began to form around her hips, slowly fattening out. The button and zipper of her jeans pulled tight as her stomach filled, bloating up the front of her pants. The fabric of her shirt slowly stretched as her belly grew.
“Uh! Oh! Come here, now!” Kelly began waving at me. The look in her eyes was that of pure need and want. What the hell was going on?
“Oh!” Of course I dove down on top of her. I lay belly to swollen belly on top of her, her fat legs wrapped around me. Slowly she expanded, her body pulling her clothes tight and pushing me up higher, I felt myself push down harder on her.
“Awww, this feels so good! Press me harder!” Kelly screamed, her body pumped with an extra 70 pounds. I had no idea what she was talking about – I expected her to be terrified or horribly embarrassed. I mean come on, she was getting fatter and there was nothing she could do about it.
“I can’t believe I’m so big! Don’t let it stop!” she moaned as she pulled me tighter against her body. I could barely straddle her, my knees just touching the bed. I could actually feel her body swelling between my thighs, the sides of her belly forming 2 large rolls. Suddenly, her body stopped swelling, and she lay there on her bed, clothes ready to burst seams. I knew this wasn’t feeling right. Something was off.
“I’ll be right back, you lay right there Kelly Belly!”
“Ohhh . . .” she moaned, the only response her bloated mass could generate. Every time she breathed in, her stomach would swell a bit, pushing her bellybutton out between the gap her shirt and pants were making. Man, I could only imagine what else would be happening tonight.
I went back downstairs to continue mingling with my guests. Melanie and Kimberly were both in the living room, sitting down, pure shock emanating from their faces. Sadly, neither of them had experienced Kelly’s fate.
“Hey ladies! What’s wrong-“ I knew what was going on. Paul and Jason stood in the kitchen, totally confused by their bloating bodies. Standing up, grabbing around, and feeling their stomachs, they bloated up helplessly like pigeons who just ate fizz tabs. There clothes tightened, the buttons on Paul’s shirt pulling apart one by one, his gut fattening up and bulging over his pants.
“Ugh, I don’t feel so well…” moaned Paul.
“We’ll be right back! Come on Paul,” Jason exclaimed as they ran out back.
I don’t really care about the guys, they didn’t eat a lot anyway, they’ll be fine. I think. Melanie was where it’s at. She managed to take down 7 brownies! I could smell victory in the air.
“Craig, did you see that?” Kimberly asked, “It looked like they were getting fatter!”
“No, I missed it. Are they OK?”
“I don’t know, how’s Kelly doing?” as Melanie spoke, I stared directly at her. It was OK, I’m allowed to look. Heck, Kimberly was looking too.
“What are you looking at, stop looking at me like that!” Melanie yelled as she squirmed in her chair. She was trying to pull against her clothes, her pink top tightening up as her tanned belly began puffing up. Her beige pants were definitely tighter, looking more like rubber on a raft.
“Melanie, you’re getting fatter too!” Kimberly exclaimed. Melanie’s hands explored her chubby figure.
“It’s like I’m eating a huge meal! I can’t stop it!” Melanie said, laying back in her chair. Her legs moved apart as her belly pushed out, testing her pants.
“It’s too much, I can’t eat this much.” Melanie yelled as her stomach continued to fatten up, her breasts swelling in her pink top to match. The sides of her pants looked like they could tear from the pressure her fatty thighs and ass were creating. With all her strength Melanie stood up, her stomach wobbling uncontrollably in front of her
“I can’t get this big, girls aren’t supposed to get this fat! I’ll explode!”
“Hardly.” I mumbled, luckily nobody heard me.
Seconds after her pants button blew apart, displaying her skin tight, over-stretched, yellow panties in the ‘V’ created, her breasts began to pull tighter, almost too tight, on her shirt.
“Melanie, are you alright? Melanie!” Kimberly yelled emotionally.
“Ohh, I feel so good!” we heard as Melanie plopped down in her chair, the force almost blowing apart her clothes but only putting massive pressure on her body. As soon as she hit the chair, Melanie began squirming around, trying to button her pants back up.
“Ohhh yes!!” She had a pair of fat breasts, her nipples full, bulging nicely out from here pink top. These rested on her stomach, fattened up to an incredible size. Her belly pushed out in front of her, pulling her pants tight and spilling into her lap. Her hips and thighs, still fattening, were packed tight in the legs of her pants. She was obviously full and feeling the pressure, but she didn’t look fat – just severely inflated. Damn.
It was obvious these people were inflating, but I couldn’t find out why all the ladies seemed to be getting off. Women. Go figure.
Now this is where things get hectic. Inflation takes an insane U turn. Read on, read on.
“I feel dizzy,” Kimberly mumbled as she fell back onto the couch.
“Oh, Kimberly…” Melanie yelled in distress. But, sadly (IMHO), Melanie stopped swelling.
“What’s wrong?” I asked mockingly, which I don’t think Kimberly appreciated. But I didn’t know what was really about to happen. Melanie stooped, now I guess I should admire Kimberly.
Her head suddenly popped alert, and she shot me a glance full of panic. Kimberly has been full figured, but never fat. I guess you could call her chubby, but even that would be pushing it. Now, with her taking the bait, she was in a new state. Slowly, to her disbelief, her body began to fatten. She could not explain what was going on.
“Not me too! Why am I getting fatter, stop this! Stop! No more!”
Kimberly was definitely getting fatter. She eats a lot anyway, so she ate more brownies than anyone else. It was showing, her overalls slowly creeping around her fattening body. Her arms felt around, trying to push in her fattening stomach. It was more like a balloon filling with water. Most of the fat seemed to be widening her hips, filling her thighs and stomach out.
This was new, as her stomach filled with fat, it applied more pressure to the bottom of her belly, the crotch of her overalls tightening.
“Oh, the pressure is too much! But it feels so good!” Kimberly threw herself up out of the chair, in a giant groan of pleasure. “Oh man! Oh oh oh!”
I now saw what was going on. Her stomach was slowly blowing up, pumping up with fat. As her once curvy butt fattened along with her stomach, her blue overalls pulled tight, the flower prints stretching. This was applying a hell of a lot of force on her snatch.
“Yes!!!” she yelled as she wobbled forward, walking very oddly.
Looking down I saw the most awesome sight ever. Her mound was billowing out, bulging the crotch of her pants. Her lips were definitely swollen, making two hills way below her stomach. The flower prints lined everything nicely.
With every step, her bloating belly and fat ass pulled her overalls back and forth like a saw, ‘rubbing her carpet’ for all you who haven’t caught on yet, with an incredible amount of force.
As her thighs fattened, she could no longer walk, but needed to keep going. Her stomach pulsated as it swelled, and Kimberly wobbled back and forth.
“Oh!” I heard Melanie yell from across the room. She was looking at Kimberly, admiring her position.
“Oh yes! Faster!” Kimberly screamed as she began wobbling and thrusting her hips and stomach around, ‘creating the good friction’ for all you that still haven’t caught on yet, faster and faster. Still with all this pleasure, she continued to grow, fatten, ripen like a fruit.
It seemed as if she could thrust no faster. Her lips were swollen, pulling her pants out like two fat bulges, her stomach billowing out in front. Her stomach looked like it would burst right out of the overalls, her fat thighs ripping her clothes apart. Kimberly squeezed her tits together, the pressure bulging her nipples out.
“Oh, oh I’m going to cum!” she squealed, her whole body bobbing up and down. I couldn’t imagine the pleasure (and bloating pain) she was going through. Kimberly threw her arms back, closed her eyes, and bit her lip.
As she was about to climax, two pops were heard:
-her left overall suspender blowing off.
-her right overall suspender blowing off.
The belly of her overalls ripped forward, pulling down below her stomach. All pressure was released, her purple panties easily stretching out to accommodate her new expansions.
Kimberly’s eyes shot open and she screamed, “No! I have to finish, I have to. Ohh!”
She looked around as she stopped swelling, her bloated body in need of pleasuring. Before I could react, Kimberly went over to the table and grabbed the rest of the tray of brownies. She began stuffing them into her mouth, her slim feminine face barely able to hold the food. Her cheeks bulged out as she stuffed more into her mouth, swallowing mouthful after mouthful.
“No! Stop!” Kelly yelled, standing up in disbelief at the top of the stairs. She tried coming down, but her bulky mass was too slow. Suddenly, a gurgling noise was heard. Kimberly swallowed her last bite, down on her hands and knees, face covered with chocolate. With each breath she took her stomach expanded and contracted below her. As the gurgling grew louder, Kimberly’s belly slowly swelled, groaning larger and larger.
“Ohhhh, no…” Kimberly groaned as she stood up.
As she slowly swelled even more, she turned and looked at me as if she was helpless. She waddled her fattening ass over to me, knocking me back on the couch with her stomach. With a slap she threw herself on my lap, her lips rubbing around my crotch. This was mighty fine, might I add.
As she swelled she rubbed harder against me, her chest fattening, nipples poking out at me. Her belly was pumped tight, plumping all the time. Her mound was simply huge, bulging out onto me, rubbing up and down me.
“Oh no! Yes, oh no! Oh, oh, no!” Was all I heard her moan.
Everyone looked, slack jawed, as Kimberly’s inflating mass kept thrusting on top of me. I was helpless! I couldn’t do a thing. You know how it is.
Kimberly looked down at me over her massive chest. Her eyes looked directly into mine. I saw tears welling up, and she began to cry. “They weren’t tears of pain, but tears of pleasure and passion” a good writer would say. I wouldn’t say it that way. I would say she was so full and about to have an orgasm so great that tears were forced out of every orifice.
“Yessss….” Kimberly groaned as she clenched her teeth shut, kneeling down on top of me. I was surprised she could kneel, her thighs easily 2 feet across at the top of her knee, 3 feet across towards her ass. And I must give credit to the one who designed her panties. That fat ass would have destroyed the average pair.
Her body wasn’t stretching anymore. Her body could not get any bigger. “I’m not supposed to get this fat, I can’t get this big! It’s too much! Ohhh noo!”
Her body pulled tight, struggling to hold the growing fat inside. Her belly packed as full as it could get, the growth focused elsewhere. Her mound grew full, becoming tight as it fattened up. As it stretched, the nerves inside began pulling taught. This caused immeasurable pleasure, her brain overcome with immense excitement.
“I’m gonna burst oh my god oh my oh oh oohhhhhh…”
Kimberly had her arms out in front of her, groping the side of her stomach. Despite her attempts to hold it, it still groaned and pulsated as it slowly grew. I reached up and stuck my finger in her belly button. I rubbed the insides of her innie, her stomach twitching with each stroke of my finger. Waves of pleasure shot through her body.
“Oh yes, oh oh yes! Yes! No more, please! Please! Please!”
She was crying with pleasure, her body now very tight from the swelling within. She began quivering, her nerves all stretched and excited, as she was about to climax…
I would like to tell you the rest, but then what would I know that you didn’t?