Marzena's Idea

Somewhere in the Far East, 19/12/1993

It was a few minutes past six on a dark and icy December evening, the flaming sun having long since slipped away into the abyss, and the myriad of stars shone bright and clear in the crystal waters of the night sky, neither veiled by cloud nor scorched by the harsh glare of the sun. The long forgotten little corner of town beneath them was desolate and deserted, an industrial wasteland of faded signs, dilapidated buildings and abandoned warehouses. The narrow, claustrophobic streets between the imposing structures were poorly lit by the few dim, orange-glowing street lamps that still lingered on, their warm glow burning gently in a low mist below that clung to the road below.

The ambience and tranquility of the scene was shaken only by a lone passing car, the only sign of life for miles around, clattering along the potholed streets accompanied by a faint and muffled sound of music from within. It's headlamps seared through the mist as it weaved between the buildings at speed, sliding around each corner as the rear end slipped out on the frozen tarmac. This skilfully performed, mesmerising automotive dance did not last long however, coming to an abrupt end in a cloud of tyre smoke and a cringeworthy squeal as the car was slung it into a well concealed car park using the handbrake, entering through the narrowest of openings with millimetre precision, leaving behind nothing but smouldering tyre marks. 

It raced down a long, completely unlit car park before a second perfectly executed handbrake turn turn spun it 90 degrees precisely, and the vehicle came to rest parallel to the wall of a building with only a few inches to spare. The headlamps soon faded into darkness as a door opened gently, the driver climbing from the cockpit. The only illumination nearby was provided by an old light in a small metal cage above on a the wall, not far from the car. This dull ageing bulb did not provide enough light to make out any of the occupant's features. The car door closed and there was a muffled rustling and chinking of metal, followed by a quiet mutter.

"Ja pierdole! which is the keyplug"

The voice was a soft, but slightly broken female voice, with a strong polish accent and quite a pitch variation. The woman stopped searching and made a quick, sharp exhalation through her nose before slowly approaching the recessed door in the wall. Stood in total darkness and shaded from the light above by the low ceiling of concrete, she began repeatedly stabbing the key blindly near the keyhole until it finally found its way in with a bizarre clunk and a whirr.

"Gotcha" she uttered as she used her weight to force the frozen door open. She squeezed in through a small gap and quickly kicked the door shut. Deftly locking the door and elbowing a light switch at the same time. The lights sprung to life one by one, each with a gentle 'ping' sound that brought a smile to her face.

Marzena was a pretty little woman, albeit not entirely little all in all. She was about 32, with a quite stunning, petit face, slightly lined with pronounced cheekbones, a fairly soft yet defined jaw and pale, full lips. Her eyes were well proportioned and positioned, greyish-blue in colour and set at a comfortable depth, neither particularly deep nor shallow. Her hair was hung loose, hanging to her shoulders, wavy and rather disorganised, but in a way that seemed to compliment her face. It was a curious tortoiseshell colour, brown and beige, and quite thick.

Her body was somewhat unusual, she unbuttoned her large fur lined trench coat and tossed it over a toolbox revealing her clothes and figure. She was an average height, a fairly light build with decent pudgy breasts and a smooth, sizeable pot-belly... But with abnormally wide hips accompamied by a remarkably large derrière, and thighs that were certainly built to match.

Her choice of apparel emphasised her size, her white shirt was practically transparent, a black lace bra clearly visible beneath it, and both garments were a more than a few sizes too small. The top few buttons on the shirt were undone where her breasts spilled out a little and the bottom of it was tucked beneath an uncomfortably tight thick white belt, whilst her belly and arse were crammed into what was without a doubt the tightest skirt in history, the blue mini-skirt was skin tight and strained audibly with the slightest movement due to the pressure applied by her derrière, whilst the zipper was close to bursting open, clinging on for dear life as it fought against her belly which bulged out significantly against the material.

The tight clothes proved rather restrictive to her movement, and her sheer size didn't help with the narrow half-door at the side of the trade counter that separated the store from the office space, she was forced to squeeze through sideways lest her rear end become stuck. Although even sideways, her arse still pushed against the wall on the way through. After making it into the long and fairly narrow office area she set about tidying up the desks, of which there was only 6. Although she seemed to do more tampering and rooting around than cleaning at first, She did eventually organise and tidy them a little after finishing each search. Every time she leaned forwards by even the tiniest amount, the seams on her skirt threatened to burst with squeaking protest.

In total, she spent about half an hour on the desks, purposefully rummaging through each one and then neatly rearranging it. All in all, she hadn't done too bad a job of neatening the place up by the time she was done. Although strangely, she now had quite a few stolen sheets of carefully selected papers folded and stuffed into her shirt pocket, along with a small floppy disk...

Now moving on from the desks, all of which had been dealt with, to a large cupboard at the far end of the office, she opened it to find a 'present' of sorts. A brand new vacuum cleaner. Stuck to it was a small note, upon which, scrawled in nearly-illegible handwriting and a poor attempt at English was this:

"Old vacuum brok now, new one. Plug in same, butonn for on is on rigt side, powre control nob abov. Below is butonn for blowing. Dont use." 

"Blow? Hmm, that sounds fun" Marzena muttered softly as she pushed the plug into a wall socket, "Odd little device" she added as she did so, referring to the plug. She bent down cautiously to avoid blowing the skirt as she changed the settings on the switches for power control and changed the lowest switch from suck to blow. The markings on the machine were in Japanese, so she could only hope the note was correct.

Raising the hose from the vacuum with a manic grin and wielding it as if it were a rifle. She gave the "on" button a press with her foot, and to her delight, a powerful stream of air came blasting forth from the hose accompanied by a thunderous roar from the device. Her grin intensified as she began to maraud around the office. A whiteboard was lifted from a wall, a tower of papers exploded across the room and an assorted collection of other small objects took to the air during the rampage, she seemed to have completely lost sight of why she was there in the first place, the office was soon in ruin! She continued for a while, trashing the place entirely as she re-enacted war scenes with her imaginary pulsar cannon. 

And then she paused. No, not at all to come to her senses, not in the slightest... Rather, she'd had an idea, an unusual one, but one she was pleased with nonetheless. Evident by the mischievous smile that formed on her lips.

She gently lifted the machine onto the nearest desk, and with the aid of the note, turned the power down to the minimum setting. After doing this, she pulled the narrowest nozzle from an array on the rear of the device and attached it to the end of the hose. Satisfied, she took the hose and inserted it up her skirt, this was not at all easy to do due to the tightness of it. 

What she did next should be rather obvious, but to clear any doubt, the nozzle went where the sun don't shine.

She excitedly gave the power button a quick jab and clenched her fists in anticipation as she felt her underbelly begin to push outwards, her unnaturally tight skirt creaking as her body bulged against it. Impressed and fascinated, she stopped the machine and paused to examined her slightly swollen abdomen, she found the bloated sensation rather enjoyable as she pushed and prodded it for a moment before firing up the vacuum for a second time. She began to slowly inflate once again, her belly fighting against her clothing as it steadily grew outwards. Marzena was already near enough in a state of ecstasy as she kneaded her belly and felt her skirt tightening as it neared its limit. "You're going down" she threatened, slurring a little as she pressed her fingers into the zipper. Beginning to moan as she lovingly massaged and cradled her bloating underbelly, the seams on the sides of her skirt were now gradually coming apart as it finally began to falter under the immense pressure. Her expansion picked up pace as the the garment began to lose its grip and release her inflating underbelly, the zipper was forced down a few centimetres as she tried pushing her belly out, making a soft cooing noise as she leaned her head back and ran her hands through her soft hair. 

Her mid-lower belly was now almost three times its original decent size, and her stomach was beginning to receive some of the air from below, she felt her upper abdomen begin to push back against her thick belt, her stomach rose like bread dough as it pushed under it and the white band of material began to squeak as she forced her hands behind it, belching a little as she did so. The skirt itself had finally given up, having literally burst at the seams, it was now nothing more than rags of blue cloth hanging from the incredibly tight thin band of the waist, which had been forced down a few inches below the belt by her stomach which ballooned out between the two as it strained against them. The waistband was the last surviving part of the skirt, slowly being engulfed and strained by her ballooning abdomen. 

Marzena pushed her belly outwards with as much force as she could manage, moaning and gasping with a feeling of intense pleasure as she did so. This was the last straw for the stubborn button holding the waistband together, and it finally gave way with a bang like a firecracker as the skirt exploded. "Victory!" she exclaimed as her pressurised underbelly surged forwards in the wake of its newfound freedom. Only the belt above now continued to resist, creaking and straining as it waged war against her stomach, but even the belt didn't have much give left in it. With the aid of her kneading hands pushing in on her lower belly and forcing air upwards, at long last the belt gave up the fight spectacularly. The heavy band of material was sent hurtling across the office with lethal force as it was torn apart. Her free'd stomach bulged outwards and Marzena stroked it gently and sighed with pleasure. Still, she kept on going, inflating herself further and further as she found herself lost in an indescribable pleasure as her abdomen was pumped with air. She now felt her taught skin stretching under her fingers and the sheer pressure of the vast quantity of air inside her bubbling and moving. Her enormously bloated, two-part belly was now a good few inches larger than an average beach ball, and itself creaking under the strain of the gasses it contained.

Marzena had now decided it was time to stop, finally content with her ridiculous proportions. She removed the hose with a tug and flicked off the vacuum cleaner, moaning as she fumbled with the switch in her delirious state of excess and ecstasy. Forcefully squeezing her arse into nearest office chair she sat down and began to caress her immense belly, running her hands along her girth, from her hips, along her swollen flanks and over her popped-out navel. Her drum tight skin was glossy and smooth, the strange pressure within was quite unlike anything else she had ever experienced, and so the pleasure she found in it. She experimented for a while, seemingly without a care in the world as she relished her new body, reclining back in a state of pure relaxation as she listened to the gas shifting and bubbling inside her, feeling her inflated digestive system vibrating and gurgling under the pressure of its restless content. 

"Oh Hell! Oh damn Hell!" she exclaimed, snapping violently out of her delirium, she tried to leap to her feet, but her oversized rear brought the chair with her, raising a leg to kick it away, she attacked it several times before it was finally released and launched like a cannonball, taking down the desk behind her. Hurriedly checking through her stuffed shirt pocket and then scanning the floor briefly. She waddled towards the trade-counter at the fastest speed she could manage with her groaning, bloated belly and sizeable legs, but the narrow gap between it and the wall was obviously now not an option. No time to lose, she started to hoist herself up onto the counter, her huge body pushing off an array of items scattered across the surface as she struggled up, but she stopped and bared her teeth in frustration as she remembered something. "Oh damn it!" she heaved herself back over and stumbled back into the office, looking around, she located the remains of her dress and began shaking the tattered fabric upside-down until a small metal cylinder dropped to the floor. This was not well thought out however. She tried to pick it up, but her enormously bloated abdomen prevented her from reaching the small metallic tube. She leaned forwards further, causing her belly to bulge out at the sides as it was squeezed against her thighs, until groaning and straining, she stretched out a few fingers and finally, narrowly, succeeded in trapping the object between two of them. Having barely managed to retrieve the cylinder, she rasied it up, whacked it against the nearest desk and threw it towards the other end of the office. "Agh! Wait!" She paused as she turned to escape, "I'll take that... thing!" she exclaimed as she ploughed through the desks en route to recover the vacuum cleaner. Not stopping for a moment as she grabbed it and took off back down the office, the plug still in the wall was no match for her mass moving at speed.

"This won't be too... *ugh* clean" she grunted as she clambered over the counter with her prize, "What a waste of time the cleaning was!". 

In the store area at last, she looked for the door and made a shuffling dash for the exit, taking down a shelving unit and a pile of boxes in on the way. Her sheer momentum and the weight of her legs and rear end forced her body through the first narrow doorway, without hesitation she grabbed her coat and threw it on before charging at the main door. It was near enough blown off its hinges as her she blasted through, stumbling outside into the car park and falling against her vehicle. Her bulging belly squeaking as it rubbed against the cold metal.

She took her car key and rammed it into the door, yanking it open and throwing the vacuum onto the passenger seat as she desperately tried to squeeze herself into the confined space. Her huge abdomen pressed tightly against the wheel and the horn sounded, The delicate ambience that hung over the area didn't stand a chance against the deafening sound. Holding Her, she reached down to find the control to move her seat back. The pressure of her compressed belly on the steering wheel sent the chair hurtling backwards when she found it at last. Gasping for air as she shuffled her derrière into a comfortable position and slammed the door, which now pressed against her ballooned abdomen. Starting the vehicle, let alone driving it, was no easy task with the obstruction caused by her gargantuan gut, although she soon managed somehow. She wound the window down and readied herself for a white-knuckle ride. Gripping the wheel and gearstick tightly and stifling a burp as she stretched out her toes, ready to hit the gas.

"3... 2... 1... Agh! Hah!"

She lunged forwards against the wheel, the horn sounded and the engine roared to life as the car thundered down the parking lot with an with an ear-splitting screeching and an explosion of tyre smoke. Marzena winced as it rocketed forwards. 2nd gear... 3rd gear... Still nothing. "Come on!" she shouted as she neared the midway point at 40-something miles per hour. 

"Damn it! No jokes now!" She grimaced and her grip on the wheel tightened as the vehicle continued to accelerate towards the narrow gap at the end of the parking lot, now with a mere few seconds to go before it would be passing through it at 60-plus miles per hour...

"Fashionably late!" Marzena squealed through gritted teeth. A blinding orb of light set the night aflame and a hefty blast boomed against the walls of the nearby buildings as a large hovering vehicle, some sort of shuttle, a drop-ship, materialised from nowhere only a few meters before the speeding car, ramp deployed, the car instantly vanished up the ramp and into the vehicle in a shower of sparks.

Caught in an inertia dampening field, the vehicle was brought to an abrupt stop, Marzena was jolted forwards a little, but with her huge body already pressed against the wheel anyway, the force of the squeeze caused her to belch significantly. "Bloody hell" was all she had to say as she belched again loudly. She gave the door handle a quick tug and her belly pushed the door open. Clambering from the car as the ramp on the drop-ship began to raise and the metal beast took to the sky, she caught only a fleeting glimpse of the building she had just narrowly escaped from seconds earlier erupting into flames in a vicious fireball, before the boarding ramp was sealed, and she was securely isolated from the world outside.

Stood alone in the tiny docking bay, Marzena reflected on the events of the past hour or so for a moment, Before she gave her bubbling belly a playful squish and went to retrieve her vacuum cleaner, moaning as her belly pushed outwards when she bent down to grab it. Finally, she added the stolen car to her vast collection in dematerialised storage and let her coat fall from her shoulders as she turned to the exit. Her breasts bursting a button off the shirt as she walked away.

"I need some cake after that one... lots of cake... 4? 5? Oh, and you... I'll be having some fun with you" she said in a sultry tone as she carried her new toy with her out of the hangar.