Spa, The

Deanna pushed open the door with her belly alone. Six weeks she and her friends had been staying here at the health spa, and she was quite sick and tired of it. Far from trying to lose the weight, she actually made a deliberate effort to pack on the pounds, and now packed some 160 of them on her 5’7” frame. Proud of her body now, she always wore tight outfits emphasizing her belly, knowing that their trainer Cora (a woman that got paid depending on how much weight her clients dropped) was angered by it. As she entered, she saw Cindy munching on a celery stalk. Her own frame boasted 183 pounds, and nothing was working at all to drop it. She was also quite firmly in Deanna’s camp and had also taken to wearing tight clothing, especially tight jeans that emphasized her ass. Packing no small amount of weight themselves, Mariko, Dayna, Melanie, Lori, Beth, Fran, Greta, Sheila, Tina, Kara and Eve were busy chowing down on cheesecake and washing it down with rum.

These ladies had bought a group pass to the club with several other groups, and while everyone else had done well and gone home early for the summer, theirs had fared the worst. Cora could be a real slave driver.

“Hey guys, what do you think of the belly,” said Deanna, very proud of her 48-inch gut. “Better yet, what do you think Cora will think of it?”

“She’ll shit a brick,” giggled Dayna. “Her boss is going to take one look at us and fire her on the spot, her and Tiffany, that cute assistant trainer of hers.”

“Serves them right,” chimed in Tina. “It’s a lot harder for a gal to lose the stuff, and those two just don’t seem to realize it.”

“Amen,” agreed Eve.

In another room, not too far away, Cora and Tiffany were quite busy making other plans. “What do you think will happen to us?” said Tiffany, the cute and toned aerobics instructor. She came in at the same time as Cora and was her long-time lover.

“Well, if I know Ms. Parker, she’ll take one look at them, give them their money back, tell them how sorry she is that things didn’t work out well, and either fire us or sue us into a smoking crater,” said Cora, a rather buxom bodybuilder and Tiff’s lover.

“You know, Cora, I was a chemistry major once until I got kicked out of school for a formula I came up with…it can potentially solve our problems if you aren’t that squeamish.” Cora looked up.

“Go on…”

“Well, two formulas actually. One formula I invented for a stuck up rich bitch that was basically like instant weight gain formula. It turned practically every calorie you ate \and stored it as fat; not only that, but the formula itself, when added to food, practically caused a fat explosion! The body thinks it’s starving and goes into overdrive producing fat!

“That’s not going to help us at all,” wailed Cora. “If anything, it’ll guarantee us getting fired! I hope your other formula is disappearing formula!”

“Sort of…” said Tiffany with a wicked grin.

Three days later

The ladies were surprised the next day when Tiffany and Cora wheeled in a cart filled with burgers, cheesecake, ice cream, pizza, and even eight one-gallon jars of some odd thick white liquid. Beth went first.

“Um, gals, what’s up with the calorie corner here? I thought you were all about making us lose weight and making us eat, right?”

“No more. We’ve given up and decided you can eat all you want. I mean, it’s not like we would be fired or anything,” Cora lied. “We both get paid the same whether or not you lose the weight.”

Tiffany said, “We’re going to try something experimental. First, you have to put on these new rubber suits; they’re specially designed for you to lose weight. We hope you like the new camera we installed in your rooms,” chirped Tiffany. “We discovered something really wild we both think you’ll like, but only after you’re done eating.”

“Well, what are we waiting for, ladies?” cried Dayna. “Let’s dig in.”

“Dayna,” asked Beth, a now rather chubby blonde, “what’s in this food? I feel really weird and I’ve only been eating for about 20 minutes now…”

“Her it comes,” breathed Tiffany as she rubbed Cora’s shoulders and worked her way down her front. “They don’t know about the camera I installed, and now it’s showing us everything. That’s the first formula taking effect, making them grow.”

“Oh shit, Dayna, look at me! This suit is actually getting tighter! It certainly feels tighter!” The other girls chorused in.

“Mine too.” “I thought these suits were to help us lose weight” “Yeah, I thought it was my period coming.” I’m practically growing bigger as we speak!” “Oh wow! My boobs are getting bigger!!” “My ass is getting bigger, but it isn’t saggy or anything! Matter of fact, it’s all rather firm!” “Oh, jeez, my suit is creaking…and look at my belly!! It must be 80 inches around by now!!”

Lori was a typical example. Weighing in at 156 and being only 5’7”, she was already pudgy to begin with. Thanks to the first formula, though, her 36-inch belly was quickly turning into a massive 60 inches and showing no sigh of stopping. She might have complained, but the feeling of the suit, still hugging her every curve, was far too pleasurable for her. Just when her belly stuck out a good four feet or so, and she thought she would burst, suit or not, it slowed down…and migrated up into her breasts and down into her hips. The generous c-cups she was carrying now ballooned into massive orbs that no bra could hold, and her ass more properly belonged in a surreal rap video. Just when she thought her body could not possibly get any bigger, she felt her arms and legs fatten up and slowly start to strain against the suit’s confines, starting at the top and slowly working towards her hands and feet. She thought it was over when her cheeks ever so slightly, started to fill out and puff up. “Ohhh, I can barely move, I think this would be better on a taller gal than me. Oh, man, just look at me. Hey everyone, look!! I’m jiggle free, I don’t sag anywhere,” she sang out as her fingers and toes finally plumped out.

Everyone else tried and found it to be true. It was as if the fat their bodies carried was pneumatic, so firm and solid was the feeling. By now, all the women were carrying about 350 -400 pounds on them, when they found the labels on the white liquid: Do not imbibe unless severe weight gain has been experienced! Only for emergencies!

The women looked at each other. “Do we really want to lose weight when it feels so good ?” they asked themselves. “What have we got to lose…hey Deanna,” said Cindy. “How about if you go first?”

Deanna went over to a jug and opened it, took a whiff. “Smells like apple pie and breakfast sausage to me.” Here goes nothing, she thought. She immediately took a tentative sip, then a gulp, and then she downed half the contents of the jug before they were able to stop her.

“It’s good,” she said. “Its tasted just like the perfect early morning breakfast, and it’s supposed to be good for you!!”

It didn’t take long for the thirteen women to empty eight gallons of serum. If anything, it made them feel even better.

“I don’t think it’s making me lose weight, but I’ve never felt better in my life!” said Tina.

“It’s like I have new energy, like I can take on the world!” Eve yelled.

“Like all I have to is stick out my belly and my troubles are solved,” shouted Eve, and they all laughed.

By now, the sight of all those ladies in their slick black suits was making Cora and Tiffany rather aroused. Tiffany reached over and hit the intercom. “Deanna, could you come see us at the archery range, please? It’s rather important…oh, you can’t get out the door. Just use the bay doors, dear…thank you.”

“What are they drinking,” asked Cora. “You never did tell me what the other formula was.”

“It’s a serum that when combined with liquid lard makes human fat explosively unstable; it’s what I was got kicked out for the first time, but the other I kept secret. It started out as an energy drink. I’m going to call it ‘Boom.’”

Deanna trundled her bulk in. “You wanted to see m—oh my gawd! You’re both naked!”

“Yeah, being lesbians makes that easy for us. Now just put both hands behind your back…” said Cora sweetly as she started to rub Deanna’s swollen belly in concentric circles.

“Huh? Oh, yes, that does feel good…”

“And hold still for a moment…”

Mariko and Melanie, meanwhile, were comparing body sizes and were kidding each other over who had the biggest Boobs, the biggest Ass, the biggest Belly, when they accidentally rubbed bellies with each other. It was the most erotic sensation they had ever had, and they immediately started to rub bellies with the other girls, until baby oil came out and the sound of slick squeaking rubber was the predominant sound…

“Hey, Tina! I bet my belly could bump you out of the way like nothing,” said Cindy.

“Challenge! You’re on!” replied Tina, and they both went outside.

The phone rang at that point. The women tried to answer it, but bloated as they were could only make several awkward failed attempts, until one of them hit the conference button.

“Hello, ladies!” chirped Tiffany. “Cora and I hope you really like the spread we set out for you. Yummy, isn’t it?”

“Umm, yeah, but that special white liquid hasn’t caused us to lose any weight. If anything, we’re bigger!”

Outside, Tina and Cindy were busy trying to push each other over with their bellies and getting nowhere fast. “Tell you what, Tina,” said Cindy. “We’ll each back up about thirty feet or so, then run towards each other at full speed. Loser is the one that gets knocked over.”

“You’re on!”

“Oh that,” said Tiffany. “Well, it’s like this. You ladies really weren’t losing any weight, and as far as we could tell, didn’t care. So I cooked up a little something for you to get rid of all that bloating…”

“Ready, Cindy?”

“Whenever you are.”

“On you mark, get set…”

“You see, between the two formulas you all ingested, you’ve finally become super fat. Congratulations! No sags, no wrinkles in your clothes…in fact, shopping for you is going to be a cinch. One formula made you gain weight really fast, but the other one has turned that fat into something like nitroglycerin. I had to think of some way to get rid of you so the boss wouldn’t see you and fire us, something that left no evidence like detonators or the like…””

“GO!”

“So I turned you all into your very own human bombs. You are your own detonator, and human combustion, while rare, is primarily known to occur mostly in overweight women, and the doctored records I have here will support that. Unless two FBI agents named Scully and Mulder show up, no one will ever know. Try not to light up any cigarettes, please.”

The women could only look at each other in shock when someone said, “Wait, Deanna’s with those two, where’s Cindy and Tina?”

“Outside, quick! We have to tell them before something bad happens!”

They turned as one to the bay doors the two women used to exit the room, only to see the two of them running towards each other as fast as they could. They shouted as best they could…

Cindy was feeling great. Her entire body deemed to be full of energy, she never felt so great about herself or her new body before, and she was going to knock Tina on her ass. She could hear some type of yelling from the gals in the building, but took it for cheering as the distance between the two of them closed rapidly. Tina’s own belly jutted forth impressively, but Cindy felt she could take her. Get ready to be knocked back to the next dorm, bitch.

The women watched in disbelief as the two runners ignored their cries and continued their charge. Suddenly, they all realized that, if true, 800 pounds of high explosive was about to detonate just 30 yards away, and they all moved away from the window as fast as they could.

Tina was carrying some 400 pounds on her 5”6” frame as she headed towards Cindy. Just you wait, Cindy, you’ll never know what hit you.

And then they struck.

The women screamed in terror as a mighty thunderclap blast immediately blew out all the windows and made the cheap log cabin they were staying in shake and shudder. A minute passed as they all started to emerge from whatever cover they had taken. They looked outside at the impressive crater that marked where the two women had met their mutual destiny.

“Whoo-hoo!” cried the lesbians over the phone. “Sounds like someone just found out what we meant! Anybody still there? What happened?”

“They were just playing ‘bump-bellies’ and exploded!” yelled Greta. Just what the hell are you thinking, you sickos!” she yelled at the moans coming over the phone.

“Oh sweetie, don’t be mad at us, we’re only giving you what you really wanted…and now we’re going to give Deanna what she always wanted. Now, we’re turning our camera on, we’ve got two things to show you,” cooed Cora.

As it came on, the women stared in shock at Tiffany going “downtown” as it were, on Cora’s bodybuilder figure as she worked a double dildo into her. While somewhat erotic (to a few), there wasn’t anything special they saw about it.

“Oh shit! I’m coming, I’m coming! Now pay close attention, ladies!” With that, the camera panned around to Deanna, some forty yards away. Her girth was now truly massive as her belly had finally burst free of the suit’s confines. She had both hands tied behind her back and tube running from her mouth to a five-gallon container of ‘Boom’, suspended above her head. She appeared to be happily sucking down more of the stuff, yet something else appeared as well: a strange arrangement of wires, wrapped around Deanna’s body and leading back to just under the camera lens. The moans off camera had finally reached their climax.

“Here goes!” Still in shock, the women watched camera angle change to a view just behind Cora, so they could see between her legs and still see Deanna, down to the dildo inside Cora…and stopped. The dildo was connected to a plunger. With a mighty howl, Cora climaxed and impaled herself on it.

The sound of the explosion was a bit smaller, being both farther away and also consisting of just Deanna, but still sent a wave of fear through the women. Their trainers had finally gone ‘round the bend and become homicidal crazies! The idea that they played into their hands by wolfing down anything set in front of them never entered their minds. The camera was placed on some stable surface like a table and both Cora’s and Tiffany’s naked (and delectable) forms appeared in the lens.

“Now ladies, we’d really like to come over and give you all a big kiss on your bellies before tasering you into oblivion, but the wires on tasers are too short for us to survive the resulting blast. So just consider yourselves kissed by us,” as they both bent over and reappeared, each holding a bow and burning arrows, “so turn around and kiss yourselves good-bye! It’s hunting time!”

“They’re coming to explode us,” wailed Greta. “We are SO dead!”

“Doesn’t anyone have a set of keys? A cell phone?” asked Melanie. As one, everyone shook their heads. “They took those away from us when we got here, to avoid temptation and enforce discipline, and none of the phones call outside. We’re a good eighty miles out here in the middle of nowhere, anyway.”

“What about the pick-up they use for deliveries,” asked Dayna. “I saw some people hot-wire a car in the movies, and it can’t be all that hard.”

“Will it carry all of us?” someone asked.

“Phoosh! There are only ten of us. Two in front, eight in back. How hard can it be?”

In all the confusion, nobody noticed Fran wandering off by herself…

“I wonder if they realize that the phone is still on,” wondered Tiffany, “and that we can hear everything they say. Oh well, I planned for that, too.”

“You did?” asked Cora. “You’re going to let them get away?”

“Not a chance. I put in a speed governor, so it can’t go above 30 mph even if they weighed what I weigh…and they don’t. Wait, do you hear something?”

“I hear someone coming, it can only be one of them from the footsteps,” said Cora. “What does she think she can do, bribe us?”

And then Fran appeared.

At an even six feet tall, she managed to carry a massive 600 pound frame up to the two lezzies, stroking her eight-feet-around belly continuously and making cooing sounds and moans. “The others are planning a getaway, but I don’t want to leave like that. I really want to thank you, both for this and for giving me the courage to come out. I’ve always been in denial about my sexuality and my weight, and the thought f being made to explode by you is just the greatest turn-on I’ve ever had. Cora,” said Fran, “I want you to be the one to explode me, you with your smooth tanned skin and sleek Amazon muscles and ass…I want you to be the one to send me on.”

Cora stood up in one smooth motion, smiling. Tiffany said, “I think I’ll leave you two alone to work this out. Now,” leaning over and kissing Cora, “you had your fun with Deanna, and you still have Fran here, it’s time for me to have some fun, now that the sun is setting.”

Dayna leading, the group filed into the truck, unaware of anything except their imminent danger. “Hey, look,” cried Dayna. “The keys are still in the ignition, no hot-wiring for us today!”

“About time something came up our way,” said Mariko. “Are we all here?”

“What about Fran?” someone said.

“Fran’s on her own and even if we knew where she was, there is nothing we can do for her. What are you going to do, pick a fight with two women faster than us and armed, to boot? Getting help from the authorities is best,” said Mariko.

From an unused shed, two pairs of eye watched the women climb into the truck. Cora whispered to Fran, “Looks like they’re leaving without you.”

“It’s for the best, really,” said Fran. “Pity, they don’t know what they’re missing,” she cooed as the truck started and went off into the sunset.

“Tiffany’s going to deal with them on her motorcycle, so it’s all right. Meanwhile,” Cora snickered, “we’re going to have a little fun. Stick your belly out, please.”

“Mhm-hm,” murmured Fran in anticipation. With that, Cora started to run her hands over Fran’s body, but always returning to her belly, breasts and ass, first caressing, then pinching Fran’s amazingly firm body, eliciting various coos and moans from Fran. She gently pushed her face into Fran’s belly many times, glorying in the feel and warmth of her, then rubbed her nipples and ass, and then worked her way down…

Meanwhile, the truck with its cargo of women was careering dangerously down the track from the spa, watched by a woman on a motorcycle.

“Sheesh, Dayna, can’t this thing go any faster,” asked Kara.

“Not unless you want to throw someone out of the back, and this road is not the best marked road in the world. When they said this spa is away from the world, they meant it.”

Okay, I think that’s enough. They’ve taken the wrong turn, thanks to me altering the road signs, now it’s show time, thought Tiffany. With that, she turned on her blacked out cycle and roared after them, her satchel with glue and something else in it, bouncing along side.

“I’m hungry,” said Fran, “and I know what I want.”

“My word, Fran,” said Cora, “just how much of that stuff can you put away? I think there’s still about three gallons of ‘Boom’ left over…”

“Dayna, do you hear something? Maybe the engine’s acting up,” said Greta up in the passenger seat.

“Nope, it’s still going okay but really slow…but I do hear something…” Dayna replied.

Tiffany roared up on her Harley, determined not to botch this. One mistake and she could conceivably share the same fate as her targets. She looked carefully, scanning for a target. There! That belly stuck out a good four feet over the pickup’s sides. In spite of this, as she came up to the truck, face-to-face with poor Lori’s overfilled belly, she leaned over and planted a kiss on the rubber-encased body, knowing that Lori, as short as she was, couldn’t see her. Lori screamed as Tiffany pulled out an aerosol can and started spraying

“What the hell,” Lori screamed. “Something just touched me!”

“What? Where,” called out Beth. “Oh my Gawd, she’s here on a bike!”

“It looks like she’s spraying something on Lori,” said Melanie. “Phew! Smells like some chemical…glue?”

Tiffany took out the other object from her satchel. A small black box the size of a deck of playing cards, it had o four-inch homemade spike and a radio antenna. Without further ado, she jammed it dead center into poor Lori’s belly.

“Holy shit, Lori. I think she just drove a detonator into your body! I’ve seen them before in the movies,” said Sheila.

“It’s alright, gals,” sang out Tiffany. “It’s nothing but some lithium batteries and a radio receiver. The real bomb is, well, her. You’re standing next to her—enjoy the front row fireworks seats,” as Tiffany roared off, eager to put some distance between them and her for what was coming.

“Get it off, somebody, quick,” cried Lori. As the other girls tried to run their bulks away from her, only Eve tried to help her, but with so many people of that size back there…

Eve said, “It’s no use, Lori. That thing is glued onto you too well.”

“The only thing we can do,” said Melanie in a voice that brooked no compromise, “is throwing you from the truck…happy landings.”

“Are you nuts, I’ll explode on impact and take everyone with me!”

Then we’ll slow down,” said Melanie as she turned to face Lori, “and then toss you out. Dayna, quick! Stop the truck! Now!”

“Okay,” sang out Dayna as she jammed on the brakes.

A fatal mistake. Tiffany watched as Dayna slammed on the brakes, sending everyone and everything went forward—not as bad as it sounds when the truck is doing 30 mph, but it was enough for the women to lose their footing and slip and fall. And then everything happened in slow motion.

Melanie slipped, causing her to lose her footing---and fall belly first onto Lori’s own belly. Now there were two women glued to each other…

Bye bye thought Tiffany pressed the button on her remote…

The two women stared at each other, Lori sending Mel a look of pure outrage and hate.

From between their bellies came a beep beep beep…

The women looked down at their bellies, then at each other in mutual looks of horror…

And the equivalent of nearly three tons of nitroglycerin lit up the night sky as Tiffany smiled.

Back at the spa, Fran was cheerfully (and slowly) trying to put away the last of the ‘Boom.’ when a massive fireball followed by a shockwave and earth tremor announced the passing of her friends. Cora wore a frown. “I hope she wasn’t caught up in that,” she murmured to herself. “Well, Fran, you’ve put away another gallon of ‘Boom,’ only two left to go,” as she gently and gingerly patted Fran on her bare skin, her suit had already given up the fight to contain her girth and now her belly stood out for all the world to see. “Do you want more?”

“Mm-hmm,” said Fran. “You’re going to have to pour it in, of course. It seems I can’t quite bend over to reach it.” Cora effortlessly poured the last two gallons into a large pail complete with hose and funnel leading to Fran’s mouth. Gradually the frown disappeared as she heard the sound of a Harley approaching, signaling Tiffany’s return.

“Oh, is it me, or is it getting warm in her,” said Fran, as her normally pale skin started to take on a pinkish hue. “I already felt full of energy and vim, before, but now I’m starting to get rather hot and bothered.” Cora responded by stroking Fran’s slowly expanding belly, causing her to giggle and slurp up even more of the ‘Boom.’

Two quarts in. Fran still gulped.

Three quarts in. Fran still gulped.

Five quarts in. Fran’s growth now slowed, and then stopped as she muttered, “Uff, I …feel…so…tight! Will I burst out of my skin?” she asked as her skin now turned a rather rosy red.

“You’re asking the wrong woman that, sweetie, but I don’t think so, you’re not pulsating or squeaking or anything like that,” said Cora. “You sure you want the rest?”

“Sure I’m sure. Might as well make a clean sweep of this,” said Fran as her eyes swept over Cora’s bodybuilder figure. “And then you’ll…”

“And then I’ll make an end of this. I’ll even dress up as Xena if you want, Tiffany seems to like me wearing that outfit,” as she blew her a kiss (immediately returned, of course).

Six quarts in. Fran’s body was now a bright scarlet. “Oh, my, it’s really getting hot in here…”

“Well, it was meant as an energy drink…”

Tiffany looked over at the house and was horrified by what she saw. Fran was now a good fifteen feet around and going a very dark red.

She yelled, “Cora get out of there, now. Oh please, Cora, get out before it’s too late!”

Cora was never one to think, just act. She immediately dropped everything and ran out bare-ass naked into the early fall night and into Tiffany’s arms.

“What was that all about,” she asked Tiffany.

“It’s the ‘Boom!’ The more you drink, after a certain point, your body is not only explosively unstable, it acquires the properties of nitroglycerin itself. The redder she becomes, the higher her temperature is getting until—“

“Until she spontaneously explodes,’ finished Cora. They both looked in on Fran.

The eighth and last quart slowly went down Fran’s throat and into her belly. “Ohhh, I feel so warm, so very warm, so hot! Damn, I really feel ho—whoa, what’s that? Am I …pulsating?”

Cora and Tiffany saw Fran’s red shiny form turn a very dark red at her extremities and saw she was trembling ever-so-slightly. A tiny wave of heat started at her fingertips and toes and slowly started to expand inwards, rising up her thighs and arms and slowly heading for her shoulders and hips. Fran looked out, saw Cora blow a kiss and wave, bye bye. As the wave of heat started to descend from her chest to meet the wave coming up from her hips, she instinctively knew what was about to happen.

She closed her eyes…

And Cora and Tiffany both shielded their eyes…

And the two waves of heat came together in her belly…

And the spa shook to the day’s fourth and final explosion. Tiffany and Cora held each other close, both murmuring, “don’t you ever scare me again…”

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