Fill

It all worked very easily. Elodie dragged her fingertips across the rubber buttons on the remote. It all worked smoothly, the system having been perfected and reperfected over decades and much like how one eventually figured out the immaculate way to fix the cogs of a clock, someone had figured out how to perfect this. The remote.

Elodie positioned herself onto the sofa, her body easing into the crisp fabric. She wore nothing but an old bikini - black, and plain - that she wouldn't mind ruining. Everything was tingling within her, even before the process began. Her breathing quickened, the hairs on her arms stood up and her skin prickled. She wanted it, needed it, craved it more than air or life itself.

She pressed a green button on the remote.

A tank, to her left, spurred to life. She heard a slight hissing noise, and felt it within her almost instantly. It was exhilarating, it was right; it was what drove her mad. It was air. Filling inside of her.

She always grew anxious in the very beginning. It wasn't happening fast enough - it never happened fast enough. All she wanted was to feel full, to feel light and whole. She could feel the air rushing into her body from the tube, connected to the tank and her. But it wasn't happening fast enough. She pressed her hands against her smooth mid-section, whining from how flat it was.

Tossing a few strands of her black hair behind her ears, she spread her legs a little more and shut her eyes. "Enjoy the moment, Elly," she had to tell herself. "Enjoy it. Enjoy the process of becoming full."

She pressed on her stomach again and finally felt some pressure. Moaning slightly, she spread her legs more and looked down at her body. Past the mountain range of two breasts, goosebumped with excitement, Elodie saw her flat stomach begin to bulge. She always thought, at first, that it was a trick of her mind. It couldn't be that easy, not really, her simple dreams couldn't be met that easily. But it did.

Her body began to fill with the air.

She looked slightly pregnant at first. Her bulge was modest and she rubbed it with her hands, feeling how taut her skin was, how full she felt. She wanted more. She pressed an upward arrow on the remote a few times, gasping at the sudden rush of air into her.

It was going fast now. The air forced its way into her. Her stomach stretched and stretched. She spread her legs more to accommodate the girth, feeling a growing tingle in her crotch. She appeared very pregnant now - overdue, even. Her stomach continued to grow, her skin having been prepared for years for this one moment.

More and more, she grew.

Her stomach became a beach ball, her skin so taught it reddened a little. Her hands rubbed against it. Elodie leaned her head back as the tingle in her crotch grew. This was all too much, all too overwhelming for just one woman to handle. Her stomach covered her lap, and she felt so light as the air continued to fill.

Fill.

Inflate.

Swell.

She grew, her moans turning into whimpers and gasps. She wanted more, needed more and she pressed the up arrow on the remote more. Her mind became consumed with "more!" and she obeyed with "up, up, up!"

Filling, inflating.