Belly Buster

You’re sat strapped naked to a wooden chair, hands tied together with soft silk lace behind your back.

“I’m going to give you your favourite fantasy end” I say softly, sat across from you drinking in that beautiful body. The ball gag prevents you making a coherent response but your eyes scream at me with lust. I stand and gently cup your breast in my hand.

“This is the last time I’ll get to enjoy these.... or this” I whisper with ominous forebodings running my hand down your wonderful flat stomach. You release a small whimper of desire which signals me to start. I crouch behind you and give your ass a playful little slap which you happily respond to, giving a little wiggle in hopes of another, instead a massage a cool cream around your asshole you think you know what’s coming but instead I push a long rubber tube deep in your ass and down into your bowels. I come back round in front, eyes lingering on that glorious belly that I adore more than anything else.

“The hose inside you is connected to the gas canister beside you” You glance in fascination. “When I turn the pump on you’ll slowly be filled with highly volatile gas, and with no way to turn it off you may find yourself getting a little bloated.” Your eyes gleam with desire and understanding. “Thats not all though, I have a few extra surprises especially for you”. You’re already hugely turned on with a mix of lust and horror at what’s about to happen, what more could I have in store.

First I bring out your vibrator and position it at the entrance to your vagina. “You once told me you’d love a bomb to explode in here” I quote sliding two fingers up inside your dripping cunt which you ride wild with wonder if I’ve got a few sticks of dynamite lying around. I soon remove the intruding digits and turn on your vibe. You feel the deep thrum from your lower regions whilst a I suck your essence from my fingers. “mmmm, you taste sooo good. & I can’t begin to tell you how amazing you look, it would almost be a shame to do this if I didn’t know you’re going to love it”. With that I produce a fuse and, oddly, a candle which are very precisely positioned on the chair in front of you the candle nearest to your stomach.

“I mentioned the gasses filling you will be volatile, well this fuse runs to the hose and then up into your bowels with it. The gasses will ignite at the slightest spark and when this fuse burns up there it’s going to find a bellyful. The longer it takes the more gas you’ll be filled with and the bigger the bang.” Your heart beats ever faster already you can feel the rhythms of a powerful orgasm building. “But that’s the game you see, the fuse can only be lit by knocking over the candle and that can only be done when your belly is so big it’s close to bursting and maybe it’ll burst before it’s big enough. So, which will it be, are you going to burst or blow?”

Your fate sealed you burn with desire, riding the vibrator ever more vigorously your eyes demand I turn on the pump the fear in you in stomach turning but you won’t be denied this perfectly erotic death.

I stare at you enraptured. I’m about to end you but you’ve never looked better. Your face, equal parts cute, sexy and dangerous stares back framed by the dark mussed curls which I glide my fingers glide through making them look ever wilder and you ever cuter, I touch your marvellous breasts again, playing my thumb over the straining nipples and gently slide across the silky skin of your magnificent belly that I love more than everything else. A slight shiver shakes your soft young body.

I turn on the pump. You feel your innards begin swelling.

I caress every part of you, wanting one final feel, one final taste of perfection, already you’re beginning to bloat. Moans of pain and pleasure escape from you, each mm of expansion generates an ever louder moan.

Looking down I find you’re already a 3rd of the way to the candle.

“Well I think I’ll take my leave now, though not before...” I take out a match and strike it along the side of your chair, grazing your thigh as I do.

With the candle lit I place my hand briefly on your stomach, your belly it tight and swollen, hard to the touch, keeps on swelling. I kiss you softly, look into those burning eyes and leave.

You’re alone, but you barely notice your surroundings anymore anyway, the pain in youryour expanding midrift negates most other things, it is so tightly bloated you feel the pressure deep in your guts rising rapidly to dangerous levels. And the candle, burning delicately, is being ever closed in on by your expanding flesh.

Shiny and perfectly round shaped your stomach is dripping sweat. Lost beneath you the vibrator continues it’s merry job igniting deeper and deeper pleasures within you. Your ballooning belly already feels on the verge of bursting the first stretchmarks are forming on your skin, and every vein is discernible beneath the ever thinning layer of skin.

In pleasure and panic, you moan and whimper around the ballgag, your distended stomach has reached the candle you feel the a gentle heat playing against the screaming nerves of your belly, surely you must burst before the candle topples though, your skin and muscles within feel like they’re at their last limit and your convulsions of pain and pleasure now threaten to spiral into unconsciousness.

The candle topples. There’s a hiss of fuse.

The sound and smell of burning wick now adds to an overflowing concoction of senses. Somehow within the bubbling cataclysm your mind forms the thought that now you might explode. You are a bomb now, with your own lit fuse and explosive payload, it only remains to be seen if the fuse could reach it’s end before you burst.

Blow or burst, blow or burst, you desire to do both and the orgasm crashing over you won’t care which it is, the explosion of you culminating with your greatest climax is your only worry.

A new pain is introduced as the fuse reaches your anus and burns inside, just an inch away from devastation your mind snaps into wild primal sensation, you feel tears erupting across your flesh, burst, burst, burst and the fuse enters your stomach.