Tricks of The Trade

First, a little backstory: Human trafficking is at an all time high. Ever since the United States federal government approved of mail-order spouses, foreign underground companies have been kidnapping and selling women all over the world.

As time wore on, however, the American people showed an increased interest in a new kind of woman, or more specifically, 'Balloons' as they were called. Many husbands to these brides had subjected their wives to hours upon hours of inflation sessions, in an attempt to make them more elastic, as to hold more air in their bellies and grow larger. A Chinese company looking to make some headway in this new business has taken advantage of this rather unique oppurtunity. They have taken themselves up in an abandoned factory and have begun to mass produce these 'special' women. Thousands of Chinese girls are rounded up from around the country, and brought to this place, where they spend several months being inflated constantly.        

Once the women meet the companies' size standard, they are sold and shipped to the United States, where their new husbands will now have the ability to blow them up to enormous proportions right off the bat.

..........

Girl #538 Stood at the bars enclosing her in the cell. She was shaking. A young man in dirty clothes had come to collect her, as always. She was led down the familiar grey hallways to a large room she knew all too well. The light inside was blinding, but her eyes quickly adapted. It was as big as a cathedral, with plains of white hospital flooring spread out as far as the eyes could see. On this floor lay rows upon rows of hundreds of girls, none of them older than nineteen, all the size of a small room with a black tube inserted in their butts. There were several elevated platforms spread all around the room, with three people stationed in each of them.

The man in the dirty clothes instructed her to lie down, and she did so obediently. Of course she was frightened. They were known to always push the girls' limits. But of course, they had to, if they were to be the size they needed them to be. The man first did an inspection. He put his gloved hands on her naked body and spread them all around. He grabbed a piece of her skin. It came farther out then he had expected. This was good. He signaled to a group in one of the platforms that he was ready. 538 was still, though her breathing had grown heavy. The man brought over a black tube from an electronic pump, and slid it carefully into her butt. 538 gasped at the pain of it. It was a very wide tube, hard but elastic and moveable. Her muscles opened to allow it inside. Once he saw it was firmly in place, the man signaled again, and backed away from her. She saw the team push a few buttons and start a voice recording. Then she felt it.

Air bellowed forth from this dark tube into her. Pressure quickly built inside her belly, causing it to distend. She remained calm, and did not move an inch, as she was always told. Her belly became more and more volumonous before her eyes, until she could not see her feet. She made out what they were saying on the platform, what they were saying about her.

"Subject 538 has just started the inflation process. Earlier tests have proven successful, therefore we are going to attempt double the size accomplished in the last test."

Her heart sunk, and she felt sick. She had been instructed not to move but, now she was in real trouble. What if they...popped her? There was a great gurgling from inside her stomach, and a patch of skin suddenly bloated. Her belly grew larger and larger. Her ass had begun elevating her off of the ground.

"Subject 538 is showing incredible growth at an astonishing rate. She is able to adapt to the inflation extremely well. 538 is now as big as she was in the last test."

And then, something happened which 538 had not seen in a while. To her left, several yards away, was a young woman nearly as big as she was. Her skin was spread unnaturally thin, and her belly made a sound akin to a balloon that was about to explode.

"Help! Please help me! They're going to pop me! POP ME! Unhh..."

 The woman had her hands clasped tightly on her belly. She clenched her teeth, and bore down on herself. There was a tremendous "BOOM!" As the girl was split open in several ways and thrown all across the room. The people on the platform only made a simple note: 

"Subject 213 did not meet expectations. Subject 213 is terminated."

Suddenly, 538 realized an all too real possibility. As she became a perfect sphere, she realized that this could very well be the end for her. She too, clenched her teeth as she pushed against the pressure in her belly. 

"Subject 538 has reached 90% of her expected size. If she attains 100%, she is to be packaged and shipped to the united states immediately following deflation."

But 538 knew that her odds were slim. She felt stretched far too thin, and now she too was making that dreaded balloon-stretch sound. Still, she held on.

"538 is now at 95% of her expected size."

Her belly surged back violently, then pushed back out in an instant. She was full. Any more air would pop her!

"H-help me! Please stop! If you don't, I-I'll pop too!"

Nobody paid her any mind.

"98%"

She was devestated. Tears rolled off her cheek and down her belly.

"No! No no no! Let me go! LET ME GO!!"

"99%"

"Unnh"

BOOM!!

"Subject 538 did not meet expectations. 538 has been terminated."