Fear, Part II

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."