JH-12

It was another average night for Stephanie. She would go to work every night at around 6 PM after supper. He job didn't require any type of professional look, so she would wear just light blue denim jeans and a small tank top with sneakers, no uniform or expensive suit. She recorded lab data onto computers for Sav-Corp for various experiments. She was working on a new project by Dr. Miller code named JH-12. She didn't know what this project was, despite her usual knowledge with these projects.

She got to work recording the numbers and labels when she felt kind of thirsty after her dinner at the Chao-Wok Chinese buffet. She got up from her console which was next to the chemical storage cabinet and accidentally bumped into it. The cabinet shook, but nothing noticeable happened. She did however knock over a misplaced bottle of JH-12 that was sitting on top of the cabinet. The jar fell over but did not fall off the cabinet. The contents slowly poured out and began to form a puddle on the cabinet top. Stephanie returned with her soda and began typing again. The JH-12 then began to drip off the side of the cabinet and into Stephanie's soda. Stephanie reached down and took small sips of the soda.

At around 10:00 PM she thought, "I better get home, I'm getting kind of light headed. It must be from that Chinese food."

Stephanie then reached down and rubbed her stomach. She said to herself, "That's the last time I get garlic chicken. It makes me feel bloated. I better log off and get home."

Stephanie was beginning to finish her work when she noticed her pants began to feel tight. "Geesh! I didn't think I ate that much chicken. Wha? Wha-what's going on!?!"

She looked down. Her thighs were beginning to fill out her pants. She stood up in disbelief and took a few steps backward. Suddenly her stomach felt very stuffed and full. The waist of her pants soon became tight around her expanding belly. Her breasts swelled up and pulled tight against her tank top. She tried to run for help, but her running was halted by the fattening of her legs. Stephanie shouted, "Help! I'm being pumped up! I'm getting too fat!"

Her jeans were now skin tight around her plump thighs and pulled firmly around the curves of her butt and hips. Her jeans struggled against the swelling of her body, especially the crotch of her pants just under her waist. Her stomach became swollen with fat and pulled her tank top to the limits. Her breasts swelled firmly and busted through her bra. Her slow bloating suddenly ceased. She felt the pressure of her belly pushing against the crotch of her pants, causing the zipper and button a lot of stress. Her once slim figure stood there, extremely fattened in the middle of the room, shaking from the stress of her clothes. Suddenly, in one huge rush, her belly expanded causing her jean's zipper and button to break. Her belly busted through the "V" of her jeans and the inflation continued. She felt so fat she wanted to burst right were she stood, to stop this endless bloatation and humility. Her jeans still stretched over her enormous legs but did not burst. Finally, her skin stopped stretching and became excitingly tight. She began to moan, "OOHH! Too much pressure! I can't hold any more. Too much. I'm going to burst! I'm to big! My body is to fat. I feel so bloated, I want to burst!"

Her body became so swollen and stuffed with fat that she was about to burst. A small tearing could be heard. Was it her jeans? Stephanie lost her balance and fell on her back. RRIIIIPPPPPP!! Yup. It was her jeans. The seams of her jeans burst and lay scattered all over the floor. She now lays in nothing but a tank top and a pair of underwear that looked like latex on a balloon in a parade. The tightness of her skin did not stop the swelling. She just grew bigger, and bigger, and bigger. Suddenly she screamed, "OOHHH!! I'M TOO BIG! OHHH!! I'm...going....to.....blow................

Sav-Corp

"There cannot be any workers who know how this happened Dr. Schult," said Ms. Stentson, supervisor of the chemical division of Sav-Corp, "I think all involved need to be eliminated to protect the secrecy of project JH-12."

Dr. Schult replied, "You're correct Susan, eh, I mean Ms. Stentson. I feel the only person who poses any potential threat is Dr. Miller. He supervised the project during the time of Stephanie's, how you say, accident."

"You're a smart man, Dr. Schult. I believe you handled the Stephanie's accident well. That really was a shame that the gas main had exploded like that, isn't it? So I believe you know what to do. Go to Dr. Miller's apartment, and "bloat" him up with this."

Ms. Stentson handed Dr. Schult a bottle of JH-12 which was followed by a unnoticeable smirk. Dr. Schult left Sav-Corp in his white jeep and headed towards an apartment owned by Dr. Miller. Dr. Schult's mission seemed easy, but what he didn't know was that the young Dr. Miller was having his girlfriend, Jennie, over for dinner. He pulled out front of the apartment and prepared everything.

Dr. Miller opened his door when he heard a knock. To his surprise it was a delivery man with a package for him. He showed him inside and took the package.

"That will be $29.99, Dr. M-, uh, Mr. Miller. Then I will be on my way. It is getting pretty dark out, and you know how this city ...ge..ts..."

Dr. Schult was stunned as Jennie walked into the room, in a pair of blue spandex pants and a "Go Army" T-shirt. Mr. Miller took Jennie into the back room to get his money, and at that moment, Dr. Schult went to work. He poured some JH-12 into the bottle of wine set at a table. His movements were swift, as not to be noticed by anyone. Mr. Miller paid the delivery man, AKA Dr. Schult, and sat back down for dinner. Dr. Schult was then quickly on his way.

"What's a matter, John?" asked Jennie. "Aren't you going to have any wine?"

"I don't think so Jennie, I have to drive you home. Wouldn't want to run into any street lights, or old ladies, or..."

"Or gas mains," Jennie remarked while sipping some wine. "I don't feel safe with you working in that office, after that explosion. I think I, well, I just get so worried that, you see,"

"You worry too much. You have to stop that, now come on."

Dr. Miller took Jennie into the living room to watch a movie. After about 30 minutes, Jennie was on top of Dr. Miller, making out like crazy. Jennie suddenly screamed out in excitement, "OOHHH! I feel so full! OH!? What's going on?"

Dr., Miller exclaimed, "What do you mean? You look a little big, have you gained weight?"

Jennie slowly began to expand on the couch. Her stomach swelled up like a marshmallow, and was just as soft. Dr. Miller was stricken with panic to see his girlfriend blow up like this, but his panic was overridden with excitement to see her so full and tight, and he felt the softening of her bulging gut. Jennie's spandex pants, already skin tight, ballooned up with her thighs as they were being pumped up. Her volume was rapidly increasing, and Dr. Miller became worried.

"My god Jennie! What's going on! Are you going to burst?"

"I don't know! The pressure is so immense, I can't take any more! I'm becoming too large!"

Jennie then stood up and waddled over to the kitchen. Her stomach was no pushing out through the bottom of her shirt. The "Go Army" logo was being stretched so wide by her breasts that the lettering was begining to peel off the shirt. Jennie's butt was so distended that she almost lost her balance and fell over. She was about to puncture her self with a knife to release the gas when her bloating stopped. Jennie was standing there motionless, releived from the increasing stress. Suddenly, in one huge rush, her body inflated like a blimp knocking the kitchen table over and sending a chair flying right into Dr. Miller's head, rendering him unconscious. Jennie began to moan as her skin began to stretch much slower. Her thighs were now ten eight feet in diameter, and her butt was ready blow from the tension.

"OOOHH! The pressure is too much! OOHHH! My body is getting too big! TOO BIG!!! OOHHH!!"

Her skin now halted to a stop as her stomach filled up with gas increasing the internal pressure. She knew what was going to happen. It would come sooner or later. She stood there helpless like a balloon. The pressure still increasing, still torturing her with pleasure. Jennie then felt her thighs stretch to their limits, ready to bust her pants open. Her shirt and pants began to tear at the seams. The crotch of Jennie's pants blew open exposing her overly stretched panties. Jennie began to feel quite excited when she began to hear a noise.

It was made known by Sav-Corp that two people were killed in the gas main explosion that destroyed the Sunny Road apartment complex.

Dr. Millers Revenge

Ms. Stentson was working diligently on the company's computer databases. She was now officially closing all know work done by Dr. Miller on the JH-12 project. Many files had to be modified, but that was no problem.

"Good night Ms. Stentson," Dr. Schult said, "Are you sure you're going to be fine? It gets pretty chilly in here when the building closes up. You probably should bundle up." He said this as he eyed Ms. Stentson, watching her in her green designer blouse, black casual pants complete with matching belt.

"I'll be fine Dr. Schult. I just have some buisness I have to take care of. See you in the morning. Good night."

"Good night." And with all said Dr. Schult left.

At about 2:00 in the morning, Ms. Stentson heard a loud crash, like beakers or viles being knock over. She jumped up and became very alert. Thinking it was just her imagination, she went back to work. By 2:15 she was almost finished. All the files were taken care of, so she executed the program. Right after she clicked on "OK", she was hit from behind and knocked unconscious.

Ms. Stentson awoke in surprise. Her wrists were chained as far apart as possible to a wall in one of the laboratories. She was panic stricken, and did not know what to do.

"Hello Susan! Remember me? I use to work here. Perhaps you know me as Dr. Miller. You tried to kill me, but instead blew up my girlfriend. Now you are trying to cover up all evidence relating to JH-12."

"No! You don't understand, you see.."

"Oh, that's enough. I found out so much about this wonderful chemical. When digested, it turns any recently eaten food into an endless swelling mass of fat, like Stephanie. But as with my girlfriend, Jennie, it converted the alcohol to an endless exertion of gas, blowing her up like a balloon till she burst. You know what I found out? It takes 8 grams of JH-12 to make a person explode. So, for your fate, I have injected wine into your body to make sure you have the full bloat. I also inserted 2 time release capsuls into your body. One contains 7.99 grams of JH-12, set to go off in around 5 minutes. The other contains 2 grams of JH-12 set to go off in 15 minutes, to finish the job. I wish I could stay, but I must go! Good day to you!"

Dr. Miller then ran hurridly out the door. Susan was terrified, not knowing wether or not Dr. Miller was bluffing. There was no clock in the room, so She did not know what time it was.

Susan then heard a small rumbling sound. She felt quite full, and her belt became tighter. She looked down to see herself. Her pants were becoming tight around her legs. Her stomach became awfully bloated and pulled tight against her green blouse. Susan began to maon, "OOOHH! NOOO! My thighs are being pumped up! OOHHH!"

Susan felt the immense pressure of her belt releived as it busted and blew all over the room. Her stomach became tight as the pressure built up. She tried to struggle and run away, but she could not break the chains holding her wrists. The waist of her pants were quite strong, holding her mid section in like a wide hour glass. Her but waas testing the limits of her pants as it inflated to an unimaginable size. With a loud tear her pant waist blew out, giving her the appearance of an over inflated balloon with fat arms and extremely swollen thighs. The zipper of her pants began to pull open, and was followed with the destruction of her button. Her belly now bloated outwards, still expanding and filling with gas. Her breasts were really puffing up, and pulled the buttons of her blouse apart. Soon the swelling began to slow, as her skin stopped stretching. She felt extremely excited, having her body so full and tight. She now stopped swelling, and was just chained to the wall with her blouse and pants stretched to the limits.

"OOHHH! I want to blow! I can't hold all this gas! I'm too swollen!"

Susan did not burst due to the 7.99 grams of JH-12. Her body just started pulsating, because it was too big to contain, but not big enough to blow. Her clothes sounded like rubber as her body grew bigger, then shrunk a bit due to the pulsation.

After 10 minutes, her quivering body began to grow once again. Her blouse and pants could not take the stress from her blimping body began to tear. With a loud RIP her clothes exploded right off. Susan's bra was filled beyond capacity from her gargantuan breasts. They were bulging out of the sides of her bra trying to swell further. Her distended stomach was so bloated it was ready to rupture any minute. her belly was stretching the elastic band on her panties, stretching it to the max.

Susan began to moan in extasy as her body reached it's limits. Her stomach still swelled and her thighs bloated even more. Soon it all stopped. She had finally reached her limits. The pressure grew. When was she going to burst? Susan knew. She knew it was soon.