Fear, Part I
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."
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