It Was Her Turn

It was Her Turn

By Sethshark

Warning this story contains female inflation, sex and popping. Don't like, don't read

It was her turn, to be humiliated and abused. To be used and discarded, tossed away like a used condom at the conclusion of ones spurt.... all of this made her wet. For she was like no other, bar those that had come before her, though they weren’t able to speak on their own behalf.... anymore.

She was a brisk woman, a modest thirty something years old with a second hand full length coat of brown and greys blended into each other hanging from her shoulders. Her shirt was even plainer, a straight line white collared office shirt with all but the top three buttons undone, allowing a black lace bra groping a pair of voluptuous assets a sneak peak at the front door she stood at... she did not want to appear too modest after all in front of her new friends, or as people in the real world call them, clientele. She was a provider of certain services, all of which to date had been lacking compared to what tonight's riff raff supposedly ordered roughly once a month.

Her company would take orders for all kinds of events which often required the most lustful and open minded staff be sent out to maintain customer satisfaction. Tonight however was different. Tonight's clients would always request the same thing, month in month out, and she would watch as girl after girl would be sent to facilitate their needs. Tonight she received the call, it was a Thursday which meant nothing to her. The sun had vanished behind a curtain of dusk not too long ago, tonight would not be a late one, after all her clients had work the next day.

The door finally opened and she presented herself by calmly pulling a quarter grin, her chin hovering above the silky skin of her breasts, her eyes piercing through her tapered brown hair. The woman at the door glazed her eyes over her, pupils following her contours up and down as she was inspected. She stood lazily against the frame of the door with a silk gown draped over her. She simply made one remark, "turn around... slowly". The brisk woman, without hesitation spun herself gracefully, fully accustomed to being examined before being allowed in. When she returned to face her client, she saw what she was looking for. White teeth biting a lip and a rouge tongue slithering around tasting the nights potential. She was in.

The Clients house was restrained as much on the inside as it was on the outside, nothing to suggest anything foul or kinky. A cream leather couch ahead of a modest flat screen TV was all that borrowed her attention. A kitchen enough to feed a handful of guests, maybe one hungry hubby, and only a couple other bits and pieces. She let her imagination kick into action as she began modelling what this woman was planning to do to her. You see her company, at the request of this Client, never revealed what they actually wanted to do with the girls they sent. It was enough to tease her sex.

"Is she here?" came a masculine voice from down the hall. "Just arrived honey, I'll be back with her in a minute" came the females voice. She hadn’t realised that she had snuck away while she was browsing. A moment later heavy footsteps rolled down the hall towards the living room where she stood, followed by ones clearly made by the woman. They rounded the corner together in matching uniforms of black leather and latex. The woman stood with her hands nursing a large silver dildo, a back latex bikini and bra trimmed with red hugging her curves. The man stood boldly with black leather chaps and what appeared to be a thong.

Drip...

She stood fast, not knowing what they wanted her to do, or do to her, all manner of kinky things ran through her mind. Whips, threesomes, punishment, anal.... all of which she had plenty of experience with. They calmly walked over to her, the woman laying the dildo on the table as she passed it, the man raising his hands to meet their plaything's shoulders. Her coat drifts to the floor "What d you want me...." she starts asking as a finger presses against her lips. "Ah ah ah, play things don’t talk, understand?" She nods her head.

 She stands there with them gracing her body through her shirt and panties. With her eyes closed she focuses on the fingers pulling apart her shirt, each button undone is another step towards bliss and sexual gratification... she needs this. Her shirt joins her coat on the floor.

Drip...

Naked but for her lacy underwear, her eyes dare not open as she hears subtle movements around her, the metallic dildo on the table making a distinct sound as it is picked up. She eagerly awaits the moment she gets to swallow it, but it never comes. Instead a blind fold is pulled over her eyes before she can open them, and there are more noises coming towards her.... wheels? Yes definitely wheels of some kind of.... "OOOoooo" she bursts out as two arms wrap around her from the front and land firmly on her ass cheeks, instantly they are pulled apart and energetically toyed with. The hands move her buns in a motion not dissimilar to that of a mouth opening and closing on her underwear. She does nothing but relish the commencement of the abuse.

Drip...

A softer smaller pair of hands grabs the thong being eaten by her gyrating cheeks and pulls on it. "Oooohh hmmm" she quietly moans as her backside tastes the cool air that was held back by the black fabric. She remembers the noise of the dildo being picked up off the table, and without displaying her expectation, moans again as it's tip slowly spreads her hole. She can't help but bend at her hips ever so slightly so as to allow her female punisher better access to her hole. It slides gracefully into her, her hole devouring it, enjoying it. Six inches in, and there is still more of it, eight, no ten inches... "HHHmmmmm" she grits as the metal phallus dominates her from behind. The cool tip, not yet having enough time to warm up, can be felt nearing her belly button.

Drip, drip...

She has never had so much in her before, and she loves it so much that when the force driving it into her stops, she momentarily shoves her ass backwards to try force more in. She is left no time once the hands leave her backside to relish as a light pumping sound permeates the stench of her dripping sex. And there it is... she can feel it.... the coolness inside her is expanding and tightening, her hole is being stretched further as the dildo's rubber bulb inflates. "W...what are you doing!?!" "A kiss on her shoulder followed by a whisper in her ear. "I said no talking" as a stern hand smacks her ass.

Drip, Drip...

All hands retreat from her and she is left moaning internally. "Do it" the woman whispers. She hears a valve turning slowly and feels the monster in her ass wiggle intently before the pressure from before returns, only this time it is internal. It's cold and forceful, relentless and possessed... its air.

Drip, Drip....

The coolness inside her turns into a bubble, a hollow space that grows and spreads through her. Her mind is begging for attention, asking many questions that need answering, but her greedy hole and the tightness growing across her surface is stopping any logic getting through. Her hands begin to wonder downward over her growing belly, once trim, now a cute mound. Before her finger tips reach her sex though, a man's hand grabs hers and directs them north towards hers breasts... her supple, developing breasts which are now oozing over the top of her bra. Another pair of hands gropes her ass, again dividing her cheeks forcefully before toying with the spewing dildo, forcing it even deeper into her crevice. A creeping foot ahead her belly grows, consuming any space it has in front of it relentlessly as the man's hands start stroking her inner thighs.

Drip, drip, drip

She is soaking when fingers thread around her panties, no easy feat. Thighs filling with the potent gas, crashing and competing for space below her sex. She chose these panties because they were tight yet easy to slip off, now though the tightness only grew, crushing any hope of removing them quickly. Not even the dripping of juices lubricating and soaking them offered any assistance. Her ass cheeks are fondled as they near beach ball proportions. Breasts now balloons with tiny circus tents covering nipples as her hands float around them, simply overwhelmed and unknowing of what to grab and where to settle.

Drip, drip

She is steadily gaining distance from herself as more air pushes her once normal body apart. Her arms are becoming more rigid and her nipples have broken through her bra cups. Three feet of circular belly engulfs  her midsection and part of her back as it crawls ever outward along with the rest of her. Her dripping sex is pumping out a trail of juices which are dribbling down her tightening thighs, now squeaking against each other as she moans. She feels the man's tongue licking her belly button. 'Could he have been that close to her a moment ago' she ponders, but only for an instant as all hands retreat from her sex and ass and migrate to her breasts, her delicious beach ball brea... SNAP!....sts... her bra splats against the far wall of the room, expelled and no longer needed.

A full five feet away her body marches on, her skin oozing around the man in front of her as he remains fixed in place playing with her nipples. She is turning into a human balloon as her panties reach their limits while her buns become grotesque taught bags of skin and air. Somewhere in her canyon her panties cry out before snapping and hanging uselessly like a used condom stuck in her hole, she is so full. Her sex is only exposed momentarily before something massive and plastic begins to penetrate it, slowing prying it open. Wider and wider it stretches, this... thing is bigger than anything she's had inside her before. Her vagina hesitates at the things widest point before taking a big gulp and swallowing it whole. The stopper around the base of it pressing hard up against her lips. She is thankful of this, otherwise her pussy would have swallowed it whole. "That'll make sure she doesn’t leak" comes a whisper somewhere in front of her. 'It's a plug, a fucking plug!' she screams internally.

For a few moments nothing but the ball of her body swells, seemingly engulfing what was once a fit 30 something year old woman. Enormous hips merge into enormous thighs rigid with air and forced apart by pressure.. Her arms and legs are cones protruding for a ball of compressed air held firm by human skin.  Her sex a mere foot from the floor as her body is driven apart forcefully by her puppet masters. She was their puppet, no their sex toy and she was loving every moment of her... punishment.

Drip drip.

The pause continues as if they are waiting for something, waiting for her to do something but all she can do is grow bigger and rounder. With the blind fold on she still has no idea how massive she actually is, only that she feels every inch of herself stretched beyond anything she thought possible. And then it happens. First a light brush across her labia, but then the brush becomes more frequent. "No fucking way?" she whispers as her sex permanently presses into the carpet. 'I must be fucking huge!' but she has no time to ponder how, only the feeling of having something soft pressing against her privates permeates her thoughts, the plug agreeing as the ground massages it back and forth as she squirms.

Dribble...

The air stops abruptly.

Seven feet from horizon to horizon, she isn’t even standing anymore, her inflated crotch balanced by her gargantuan ass checks are the only parts of her form touching the carpet. She was now completely immobile save for her toes and fingers, everything else was too tight and stretched to be of any use other than a to look inflated. A moan slithers past her plump lips as her body relinquishes a creak, the barrier of skin between pressure and its freedom finally makes itself heard over heavy breathing.... "She's perfect" says the female.

She is still blind to her surroundings, but she wouldn’t be able to take in anything past her horizon regardless. Footsteps surround her before she feels hands pressing against her breasts. 'What game is this now' she wonders. But her masters are not playing games, instead the gentle press becomes a modest push as they tip her over such that she rests with her back against the wall. She bounces a few times until she settles, her womanhood exposed, still tightly gripping the plug.

'I'd be dribbling if it weren’t for that fucking plug up my duff' she thinks to herself, a notion that is tested when hands begin pushing on it! "Hmmf.... Hmmmf" she huffs out every time her masters heave into the plug, her sex denting and rebounding as it tries to hold its own. "Are you ready with the tank, remember we have to be quick" the balloon woman hears from the depths of the canyon between her thighs. They are so close to her nethers she can feel them breath out every time they push in. "Yes yes, just make sure you're ready, otherwise she'll lose a lot of air".

"One more push should do it, together on three. One... two.... three!" The couple force out as they shove the almighty plug past her clenched vagina and all the way into her vastness with their arms following up to their elbows. Immediately a torrent of air begins flooding out of the balloon woman. "Quick shove it in!" screams the woman as she shields her face from the gale. The man lines up the balloon woman's hole and quickly penetrates her with a three inch wide metallic air tank. A moment of struggle as the balloon woman's sex refuses to open and stretch itself to this new punishment. "HRMMM fucking hell" she moans as the tank slides in inch by inch, juices spilling everywhere.

Inch after inch her pussy swallows. Despite stretching further than with the recently devoured plug, the tank slips in easier with its metallic skin and rib less flanks. "It's almost all in, are you ready" says the man. 'Fucking ready for what!' screams the balloon girls taxed mind. She hears steps walking around her. "Don't think you'll be needing this anymore" says the woman as she removes the blind fold. The balloon woman cannot fathom the sheer size of her form as for the first time she rests watery eyes over her skin covered void . She can see the utterly enormous planet that is her stomach through the three foot wide space between her equally enormous breats. "How....?"...... "Ah ah ah, remember play things don’t talk" finishes the woman.

"Ready?" asks the man. "Fuck yeah" says the woman as she meanders a few meters away from her play thing, eyeing off her snatch like a hawk. She starts running at pace towards the tank still being swallowed by the balloon's nethers. A final heave from the man and the tank has labia lips sealing around its base. Before her lips close completely around the tank, hands... arms, shoulders, breasts, hips, knees and toes are plunging in behind it.

Toes curled, fingers clenched and teeth clamped as her female master is unborn into her emptiness. A final *fwoomp* signals that she is now pregnant with a fully grown woman inside her. Her balloon body wobbles as the woman inside settles. Still clenching with every nerve in her blimp self firing. Juices spurt out of her a moment before a gale once more escapes her sex. She stares down pleadingly towards the man who only winks, his head dropping below the horizon.

'What could he possibly be doING!!' she blurts out as hand reaches out from within her void and grabs the man, pulling him into her against the rush of air. Again shoulders, hips, knees and toes are being swallowed by her sex. This time though she has time to feel him entering her as he lacked the run up of the female before him. He squirms and wiggles as he forces her cunt to devour him whole. His toes vanish, the gale returns, but so does the massive plug, only this time the other way around. She feel it exiting her sex slowly, a plastic phallus growing from her. The gale stops for what she hopes will be the last time. Silence fills the room around her, but voices fill the void inside her.

In all that has happened, she has failed to notice her reduction in volume. Skin glistening with sweat as she steadily inhales deliberate breaths trying to regain herself, but she is hot and panicked, wet and full of lust. She hears the crank of a valve and the familiar hiss of air. "Wait what!!" she yells at her stomach, hoping to influence the humans inside her, but it is no use. She feels herself stretching once more as her body grows. Her panicked lust forces a deep moan which reverberates through her form and up her throat. With her eyes closed, stinging with salty sweat from her hair, she feels hands gliding along the internal curve of her body. It is a tickle at first, but then oh so much more. The fingers caress the inside of her vagina, the plug wiggles momentarily as they spread. One pair of hands she can feel heading south towards her ass cheeks, now back to their previous size. The other pair glide towards her belly button. The original hose still stretching her hole is tugged and pushed on, her anus a plunger as it is pulled in and then pushed out.

She is losing her mind with sensations, all the while her body grows into new uncharted sizes. Fingers push her innie belly button into an outie as her body collides and knocks over a table. The hands by her ass continue tugging and pushing on the anal hose while the ones by her belly button fall into the concave domes of her breasts. She feels her nipples fill with cheeky fingers as she watches them extend. Her once flat teats now the size of candle sticks. Her skin creaks and groans, competing against the moans coming from within.

She is impossibly huge as her body quickly stops growing and stiffens. The tugging of anal hoses, caressing of internal walls and stretching of nipples ceases when she feels it. They must know it too because she swears she hears them whisper over the hiss of the tank, "She doesn’t have much longer". "Hrrrmmm... NOW.....What!" she forces through clenched teeth. She again hears voices from within, but they quickly becomes moans as her body begins to rock back and forth. 'Are they... are they fucking each other...."HRRMMMMM shit I don’t know how much more I can take!" bellows the balloon woman as the sounds of slapping sexes and pistoning eco deep within her impossible frame. "Huh... Huh.... toys don’t... hmm.. Hmmm speak!" comes a muffled voice somewhere beneath her skin.

She is rocking back and forth rhythmically as her masters pant and fuck inside her. Skin drenched with sweat, a human sponge having all the moisture squeezed out of it, glistens and turns a bright shade of red. "Huh... huh... HUH... UHH... HUUH!" continue her masters relentlessly as the balloon woman has no choice but to join in and make the most of her last moments as a whole entity. She feels hands brace against the inside of her snatch a moment before the protruding plug is gripped and pulled. Nails dig into the flesh around her hungry rear end. She starts adding momentum to the rocking inside, trying to brush as much of her sex into the carpet as possible. With the driving against her sex and yanking of the giant plastic plug, she quickly begins drooling once more.

Her body groans and strains as it struggles to continue compressing more and more gas into it. She begins to pulse as she feels herself tighten one last time. Her sex grips the plug and her ass clenches the hose. Her nipples stand erect and her clit beats fiercer than her own heart. She surges a foot in every direction when she loses the struggle. Eyes wide and teeth clenched, she cannot hold on when she feels nails sink harshly into her sphincter and hands claw at the inside of her clit. She lets her mind slip while the incredibly dense void inside her seeks release. The balloon woman hears screams from within as she herself reaches the ultimate climax, juices flooding  the carpet between her thighs.

It happens in an instant. The rocking stocks when the screams start. She feels a tear around her belly button and another by her pelvis. The tears snake and spread across the sphere of her body at the speed of light, all the while she spurts wave after wave of cum against her thighs. The balloon woman and her masters scream in unison as they embrace the full extent of their ecstasy.

POP!!!

Everything in the room is wet and sticky. Chairs and tables have been blasted to the far reaches of the room, each covered with pale coloured pieces of stretched rubber. The dust settles and the room falls quiet to the sound of a man and woman panting. They remain in the epicentre of the detonation on their hands and knees, sexes still locked together with fiery flame.

End