Office Space

The sound of a post-modern style clock ticking away on the wall above a sea of cubicles was only met by the click-clack of keys and the occasional cough. She gazes up; 4:01PM, the last hour of the day and it always felt like a week. A long, bored fill sigh passes her sweet red lips. It had been a day of one meeting after another and she was only there as an observer, a very bored observer. Soon that late afternoon feeling was starting to hit her hard; eye lids like sand bags and he focus almost completely gone. Like a slow-motion scene in a movie, her head started to drift down toward her desk. With no will left, she gave into her body's exhaustion and let her head droop. Drifting off to sleep, she was quickly met with the sound of forehead meeting a fake wood desk. WACK! With a jolt, she popped back up knocking her purse over as she swung around surveying the area to check if anyone heard the abrupt awakening. Her anxiety started to fade as no one moved to see what had happened. "These people are like zombies," she thought to herself looking down at her tipped purse. Nothing major had spilled out to the floor, a pack of gum and a pen, but just barely poking out the top was the end of a small clear tube.

For just a simple tube that is normally used for a fish tank air system, the sight of it sent an odd feeling of panic and excitement through her body. Quickly reaching down to tuck it back inside its hiding place, a grin shot across her face. "There is that one storage room that no one goes in," she thought taking the tube in hand and pulling it out more, "I'm sure I could get away with this in there, and why not, it's not like I have anything better to do". Her heart started to beat faster at the thought. Looking around her cubicle again, she takes the tube and hides it in her pants pocket. Slowly, as to not draw attention to herself, she got up and started to make her way to the far side of the office. Approaching the hallway, her destination came into view. Her pace quickened as she got ready to pass the break room. Without warning a white shirt, black tied office temp barreled into her leaving the break room. "Oh, um, sorry about that," he quivered out.

Looking at him over her square glasses she gave him a quick death stare that faded to an awkwardly forced smile. "That's totally alright, just headin' over here," hoping to quickly break contact she started to move past him.

Missing the death glance he squeaked back, "to the stock room? Do...do you need help with anything?"

Not wanting to continue this exchange any more than needed, she slipped by and responded walking down the hall, "No thanks, all good."

"That was close," she thought breathing a sigh of relief, "he could have totally ruined it for me." Looking up and down the hallway making sure that no one was looking her way, she quickly slipped into the storage room and closed the door behind her.

Flipping on the light to reveal a room no bigger than a large closet with a few boxes of paper on the floor and a shelf with random office supplies, she made her way to the center. Her heart was now pounding under her ample breasts with excitement. Taking the tube out of her pocket, she looked at one end and giggle "This is going to be a blast."

Unbuttoning her pants just enough to slide her hand and tube down the back, she found her favorite place for air. Sliding her finger in first to make sure the tube would fit; a wave of heat hit her whole body. The tube slid in smooth and she grabbed the other end in hand. Slowly she started to take in air, welling it up in her lungs causing her breast to rise, staining her shirt. Reaching her lung's limit she brought the tube to her lips and wrapped them around it. "Here we go!" she thought forcing the air down the tube into her waiting behind. Quickly her belly started to puff out stretching her shirt. Holding the tube in her mouth with her lips and teeth she rubbed her belly. The feel of her slightly bloated belly sent chills down her spine. She takes another breath in and blows. Her belly inflates more pushing her shirt up to show it expanding. Another breath. Now her pants have started to tighten with her hips and ass puffing out. Another breath and another. Pants now tight with her expanded legs, shirt stretched by her ballooning breasts, and hands occupied with a bloated belly.

Over come with the excitement, she started to lose herself, breathing in more air and forcing it inside herself. Arms now slowly puffed up and growing thicker, pants strained under the pressure of her ass the hips, shirt stretched to the max by her massive balloons, and belly expanded to the size of a pregnant women. With more breaths her pants finally burst open with a large ripping sound revealing her inflated ass and hips. Her legs now start to spread apart as something else starts to expand. Under her panties, her pussy swells with air becoming engorged with passion.

"OH GOD! I feel so amazing!" she thought to herself blowing more and more air into herself, stretching and ballooning. Soon her body became too inflated for her to touch herself, pushing her arms out to her sides. The shirt she had on now wined with creaks and pops as it started to rip open, showing her expanding breasts beneath.

Faster she started to blow watching herself expand, filling the small room with her body. POW! Her shirt finally burst off her letting her breasts expand unrestrained. Belly inflated out in front of her like a huge balloon, she moaned with excitement between blows. The pressure between her legs started to build as her hips and pussy start to inflate against each other, battling for space. It causes her to drip with passion making her blow faster.

Her belly was the first to meet the cool wall of the room. It pushed her back until her ass and hips met the other. She could feel the wall fighting her body and causing the pressure inside her to build. Soon her breasts pressed up against the ceiling finally pinning her into the room.

Completely lost in her lust she wanted to just keep blowing, keep inflating no matter what. Blow after blow her skin grew tighter and her body filled more of the small room. Beads of sweat started rolling down her brow and body, stretch marks formed along her massive belly. Blow. Her whole body started to creak and moan from the pressure. Blow. The air tried to find more space inside her, swelling her arms and cheeks. Blow. Body now shook from pressure, no longer stretching, warning her of the impending outcome of more air. Blow. The stretch marks now grew deeper and longer across her body.

"Oh...I'm so HUGE! Like a massive party blimp! Just few more and I think..."BLOW. Her whole body creaked like an overinflated balloon and her skin was as tight as a drum on longer allowing any more expansion. "One....just...One....m..o.r...e..." BLOW. With the last puff of air into her overfilled ass her body gave to the pressure. With great force her body pops in a massive explosion. The whole office was filled with the sound of what could have been mistaken for a tire blowing out. From the force of her bursting body the floor rumbled and shook sending some in the office to the floor. When people when to investigate all they found was the storage room door bowed out. Looking inside they found nothing but the remnants of clothing and a pair shoes with office supplies scattered about.