Katherine

Katherine slipped her black performance gown on over her large but shapely body. She ran her hands down its sleek, silken sides and tossed her head back as she rubbed her hands along her dangerously curvy thighs. A smile grew upon her lips as she applied a deep, richly red lipstick to their supple surface.

She was pleased as she looked in the mirror and regarded her appearance. Katherine McAdams stood at five feet, eight inches and possessed a body that some men (the unenlightened!) would call chubby, but that others (like Mike, she admitted) found sensual in its pronounced and exuberant display of rounded surfaces for them to stroke and caress. And the gown clung.

Katherine-Katie as she preferred her friends call her- had brown, shoulder length hair, expressive large blue eyes and a slightly flushed complexion from the dressing room’s heat. She looked good tonight, preparing for her private recital at the university’s Jethro William’s Performing Arts Center. She was a singer, and a damn good one she would have said without any fear of sounding conceited. She had won the coveted Williams’ Scholarship for Singers the previous year, and tonight was her night to shine.

She scolded herself for thinking about Mike again. She was trying not to do that. She needed to forget him. How could she maintain her vamp’s reputation by getting hung up over a sexually repressed lab rat? It had been a mistake to even date him in the first place, and one that she had been trying to erase for a month now.

Along with being a singer and occasionally a sexy singer, she thought as she pouted her lips and swung her hips at the mirror, Katherine liked to enjoy herself and her body and usually did. She liked men, and she liked it more when they had eyes for her. She met a lot of them when she went dancing, and a lot of them ended up following her back to her apartment. Most of them ended up first in her bedroom and then out of her life, but Mike Trent had been different. Really different.

Katherine met Mike through a mutual friend at lunch one day, quite harmlessly. She found him interesting (and maybe a little attractive) but he had definitely been an odd bird. Mike was skinny, wore horn-rimmed spectacles and talked with a shy, self-deprecating air, stopping to laugh after everything he said, as if he couldn’t believe anybody would ever be interested that he was on a full scholarship for chemistry, had his own office and plenty of lab space in the new chemistry building for his experiments and was one of the most promising young scientists in the country.

Katherine knew she’d always been a sucker for the slightly nerdy, and she found herself warming up to Mike a little more every time her friend Dave brought him back for lunch to the dining center where she usually ate. If sparks didn’t fly, there was something there that her friends could see when she talked to Mike for hours about music, art or anything else that tickled their fancies. He was quite a renaissance man, she’d discovered, interested in everything. It took a while (Mike was almost painfully shy) but he finally asked her out, and to her surprise she went out with him.

For a couple of months they’d dated, and she could tell Mike was in over his head. She’d only given him a taste of what she could be like in the throes of passion, and he fed off of it like a starving man. She’d known he was a virgin since the day she met him, but he’d proven passionate beyond her expectations, and seemed ready to move up to the real thing. Unfortunately, try as she might, Katie just couldn’t keep her needs under wraps until the time was right, and the relationship had ended for her one night at the bar, when she’d given in and picked up a companion for the night.

She felt guilty, told Mike about it the next day, broken off their relationship and utterly crushed his blossoming self-confidence. It had been ugly and she felt very sorry, but she had to move on with her life. Mike, on the other hand, couldn’t let things go. In a way, she understood. He’d waited his entire young life for some love, and had been just this close to getting it when… yank! Lucy had pulled the football away from Charlie Brown. Mike had written her several emotional letters and made several very awkward phone calls, when she had finally gotten tough and told him to forget about her, because she was forgetting about him. That had been almost a month ago, and Mike had seemingly disappeared, or at least that had been the last Katie had heard from him.

She turned her attention back to more important things, like her hair and makeup. She had to look good tonight. All the faculty, her friends and acquaintances would be there! She was busily pinning her hair and humming a tune carelessly when a knock at the door broke her concentration.

She turned around in the empty dressing room, "Yes?" she queried. The door opened and a thin, blond young man with sad brown eyes slid into the room. It could only have been Mike. It was uncharacteristically dramatic of him to visit her here, like this, but he was here, and she knew it would probably result in a scene.

"I don’t think you should be trying to see me like this anymore…" she began, but stopped when Mike held a finger to his lips and softly shut the door. "What are you doing?" she demanded. "You have no right to be in here! My show starts in two hours!"

"That’s all the time I need." Mike almost whispered. He slid up next to her and kissed her softly but firmly upon the lips.

Katie’s world spun and went black.

She came back to consciousness quickly and abruptly, and was disoriented for only a moment. She felt a strange tingle in her throat. It only seemed to spread as she moved against the bindings that held her arms and legs together. She was seated on the beat up old couch in the room, still dressed in the gown and still half made-up. Mike was watching her with those sad eyes, and they seemed to have a strange, disconcerting sparkle to them. Katie sensed that she was in danger, but didn’t know why.

Mike stroked his chin and ran a hand through his hair. "Hello Katie. I didn’t really have time to talk before I had to put you out. I wanted to explain some things before… well you’ll see." A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, only to be defeated by a sigh and a frown. He seemed sad and happy at the same time.

When he started again it was in a rush. "Katie, you made me feel so good for once in my life, and then you hurt me so much, and I didn’t know what to do. I tried to explain my feelings to you in my letters or by calling and you… well none of them worked the way I wanted… Let me start again," and he paused.

"I’ve always been awkward… It’s so hard for me to meet girls, and I’ve always had so many of my emotions bottled up, I mean I just thought you were so beautiful… so frightening but so pretty, and so" he stammered "big. I mean, I’ve always wanted to… to be able to cuddle up to you and caress you and" his eyes strayed to her considerable bust and he made a sound like "ha-hmmm."

"I just wanted to know what it was like to love a woman, just once. I would have given up my virginity for you, but it ended…" He grew red-faced with stinging memories. A shadow seemed to sweep over his face, suddenly. "Well, I thought about things and decided that if I can’t get a single girl to sleep with me after all these years of trying to be nice, courteous and patient… maybe life just isn’t worth living."

Katie began now, "No, Mike your life is worth living! I didn’t know you felt this way… I would have…"

Mike cut back in: "No! I don’t want pity!" His voice took on a desperate, wailing, pleading edge, "I went back to my lab, and I guess I stirred up all the bitterness I ever had, which I think I have a right to. You’re not the first to hurt me, but by god you’ll be the last."

"I’ve decided to go out with a bang," he grimaced "not a whimper and you’re going to help me. Think of it as both a little revenge and a final gift to you."

"I’ve spent the last months working on a skin additive, quite interesting… it may even have been a revolution in biochemistry, but no matter. I’ll spare the technical details and the story of all the flukes of luck and hard work that turned it into the chemical additive I’ve injected in you just now." Katie’s eyes went wide with fright.

"Don’t worry. This won’t be painful, I assure you." Mike went on, his eyes flashing. "My additive has an interesting quirk. The chemistry of the subject’s body becomes quite changed, and elastic. Capable of retaining air, in a fashion similar to latex or plastics. The skin and nerve endings of the subject become especially… sensitive when this occurs." He licked his lips. "It may be the greatest aphrodisiac ever invented."

"While you were unconscious, I injected you with this ‘formula’ and prepared a small device which you swallowed, built by a close friend of mine who happens to be a marvelous engineer. I have always loved your singing voice, and I know that it is your prized ability. Therefore, I have ensured that this device was constructed in such a way that it will pick up your vocals and begin to released a highly compressed mixture of gasses which will… inflate you. I have already swallowed the key to this room, and I assure you, we are both thoroughly doomed. So let’s enjoy ourselves, shall we? " A gleam of lust came into his eyes.

"Your next words will begin the process. We’re alone in this room, there are no windows, and no way to escape, and if you utter but one note you won’t want to escape." And with that, Mike’s one man drama show ended.

Katie looked at him with pleading eyes. Her life, over? Like this! Mike was crazy. But she knew he was smart enough to have done this. She didn’t breathe, didn’t make a sound as Mike approached. If she could hold out, maybe somebody would find them…

But Mike extended a thin arm and pointed it at her. "I think I love you" he said as he began to tickle her unmercifully around the sides. And Katie gasped with laughter. And she was doomed.

The sense of bliss and pleasure, almost euphoric but yet just unfulfilled was immediate and intense. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced and it was instantly addictive. She wanted more.

Mike slipped the bonds as Katie’s full breasts began to swell and hiss. As an afterthought he stroked one of them, and Katie’s face lit up like a halogen bulb. She screamed a cry of ultimate pleasure and the swelling began to redouble. Her hips and buttocks began to encore even more and she stood up with the sudden rush of air.

"Sing for me," Mike whispered as she began to tear her now skintight gown from her slowly expanding body. Mike likewise knew what was coming as she began to pull at his clothing and he obliged.

Katie sang, only wanting to generate even more bursts of pleasure from the miraculous device within. She had forgotten everything about escape, about anything but forcing Mike to drive her to even more pleasurable feelings. He didn’t need to be forced.

It was a beautiful concert as Katie lay back on the couch, now completely naked and beginning to shine with tautness, pulling a very naked and very engorged Mike on top of her, and for the last few minutes of their lives, both of them enjoyed themselves thoroughly.

Mike lay atop a pink cushion with Katie’s head, holding on to her now immense breasts and rhythmically giving his all. Katie for her part was in a private heaven of ever more erotic sensations and she clutched Mike to her increasingly large, increasingly tight body. Whenever she caught a snatch of breath she sang a few more lines from the songs she had been scheduled to perform that evening. For a first-timer, Mike held himself back skillfully and only approached climax as his back began to brush the ceiling. Katie had filled the room, a collection of enormous spheres with a strange hourglass shape to it. It was the only clue she had been a normal woman.

It didn’t matter as Mike began to pant and push his last. As he spasmed his climax. Katie shrieked, growing just that much larger… And they reached their threshold at virtually the same instant…

And with an enormous, apocalyptic bang Katie shrieked her last, and their world exploded.