Jo's Revenge

Josephine crept back into the office early the day after Halloween, a wicked little treat hidden in her purse for that someone special. Jo's boss Heather, "The Queen" was due in late; of course...she whined and kicked up a fuss about having to work a Saturday. Jo smiled, sure to make this a day she was going to remember. As she unlocked the door, she quietly padded to the queen's desk and dropped the small parcel, barely the size of a credit card, on the bare flat surface. Even now, the desk looked as if work never touched it. The amusing part, Jo smiled as she thought to herself, was that the queen was going to be in all alone, perfect for the plot she hatched...

For a brief while, Jo thought of what she had put into motion. This, she thought, was something she wanted to savor, like a fine dinner or warm, passionate sex. Getting a cup of coffee, Jo heard the door open loudly, crashing with the intent of someone not happy to be there. Good, the queen had arrived. Jo sauntered slowly back toward her office, hearing the queen mussing about, followed by a brief silence. The crinkling sound of tearing paper told Jo that the queen had found the small package on her desk. She paused, waiting a few moments, knowing what was to unfold.

She heard the queen moan with pleasure, the first phase of what was to come. Stepping in boldly, wearing her know-all smile, Jo entered the queen’s office, surprising the shrill woman behind the desk. The astonished look quickly passed, a momentary flash of blank confusion on her face, quickly replaced by a sneer of commandeering obnoxiousness. Jo glanced down at Heather’s desk, noticing at first the torn paper, then the crumpled gum wrapper that lay within. Heather began mindlessly chewing again, oblivious of the slow flushing of her cheeks, the darkening starting at the tip of her nose. Even as Jo watched, the queen’s nose became a deeper and deeper shade, turning pale, then light blue, then purple. The color crept through her face, across her cheeks and down her throat, overwhelming even her all-too-present makeup.

Jo began to feel a tingle of excitement, starting in the pit of her belly. Anticipating, she watched, feeling her heart beat faster and harder as the suspense began to build. As Heather’s skin turned a bizarre shade of violet, she finally glanced down at her arms, noticing the subtle changes in her skin tone. Gasping loudly, she snatched up her ever-present mirror and almost yelped at her mottled complexion. Lifting the neckline of her outfit, she let out another murmur of astonishment. By then it was too late. Jo became warm, anxious as a look of further confusion crossed the queen's face, followed by a slideshow of expressions going from surprise, to fear, to general uneasiness, and finally to growing discomfort.

Heather moaned again, this time not in pleasure. Her hand unconsciously fell to her stomach, cradling the slight bulge that had developed in her abdomen. As Jo watched, hands now resting lightly on her hips, the queen began suffering the inexorable changes brought about by Jo's little Halloween gift. Heather’s belly slowly swelled, filling out, straining against the fabric of her outfit. The queen's waistline had broadened noticeably to where Jo could now she her once flaunted figure began to distort, growing rounder and fuller. The pressure increased as Heather filled out, and Jo felt the tension in her rise. Jo felt warm as her hands slid over the fabric of her jeans, sliding up and down her hips as she watched the queen’s dilemma from across the room. Heather’s belt grew snug over her midsection, cinching tight around her still-swelling waistline. She fumbled helplessly with the buckle, unable to release the catch as it pulled tighter and tighter.

Jo’s hand floated slowly down between her legs, feeling the moist warmth growing there as she enjoyed the queen’s problematic expansion. Jo’s pulse raced as her breath quickened, her hand sliding over her crotch; Heather moaned louder, her body swelling faster now, as if she were blowing up like a child’s toy balloon. Her stance widened as she tried to maintain the balance of her bloated form. Jo also spread her feet further apart, breathing faster as she felt the situation increase.

With a loud “bang!”, Heather’s belt burst forth, allowing her ample midsection to surge outward. The queen looked down, helpless, unable to see over her own burgeoning waistline. Rounder and rounder she grew, while Jo watched with hungry eyes, her hand massaging her warming mound, the tempo quickening with each passing moment. Jo’s heart was pounding like a jackhammer as Heather’s arms were forced away from holding her already too-full stomach. Jo slid one hand under her shirt, feeling her own stomach while she guided her other hand within her jeans and under the cotton fabric of her panties. As she fingered herself, she felt a wash of dampness, smiling deliciously as the queen continued to bulge and grow, the queen’s legs spread wide, her arms pushed upward by her own swelling body.

Still she grew bigger, rounder, the fabric of her outfit stretched to its very limits as she filled with blueberry juice. By now Heather could barely move her arms, and managed little more than a shuffling walk. She had barely any room left, and was rapidly becoming completely spherical. Her once normal belly, now grossly distended, pushed against her desk, forcing her backwards. Unable to move, the queen began to roll back in slow motion, looking cartoonishly silly as she fell onto her back. Biting her lip, Jo slid her fingers around more, letting out a gasp. She watched eagerly as the queen’s stomach now rose as high as her desk. She sauntered slowly over to Heather, pressing her bloated form with her free hand; it felt like pressing a water balloon, and produced a most satisfying sloshing effect. As she leaned close, she could smell the scent of blueberries overpowering even the queen’s own strong perfume. Heather continued to whimper in desperation, but it was lost to the sound of Jo’s own heart pounding in her ears. She knew Heather could not hold much more. As she continued to prod, she felt less and less give. She felt a wave building in the pit of her own stomach, brought on by her masturbation. She leaned against the queen, feeling the stretched flesh pushing outward, still growing. So close, she thought, so close. Heather’s breaths were now also shallow pants, and she began grunting quietly. Jo felt the building orgasm, felt her legs begin to quiver as the queen’s bulk began to almost hum from the incredible pressure. She saw Heather’s eyes, the look of panic as she waved her hands futilely, her little feet kicking in the air. Jo withdrew her hand and brought it up, just as she fell on the verge of orgasm, stepping over the precipice into pure ecstasy. Heather let out on last, loud moan as Jo lifted her hand, freshly manicured nails glistening. Jo's hand came down, nails slowly pressing into Heather's taut skin just as the queen groaned, “I think I’m gonna…”

SPLOOSH!!