Bout of Insomnia, A

Nothing felt right. The sheets were too warm, but it was too cold without them. The pillow was too big, but sleeping without one was just impossible. The mattress was too firm in the center, but too soft at the edges. The empty silence felt invasive, but any sort of noise would do nothing but keep her up. Tossing and turning only tangled her sheets, but being so still for so long? Forget it. Tabitha buried her head under her pillow, then threw it across the room. "Fuck it." Tab grumbled, her brunette hair was again an unruly mess. "I give up." The sheets flew off and her bare feet glided into soft slippers. Her arms crawled through fleece sleeves and her hands tied up the belt of her bathrobe. Tabitha walked past the alarm clock -aw hell, 3:00 AM- and opened her bedroom door. "God, I hate cold metal." She whined, plodding through her home like the floor was mud. She shuffled into the kitchen and filled a saucepan with somewhere around a cup of water to let it boil on the stove. Tabitha stretched her arms and sighed. "I hate being home alone. Why couldn't mom and dad take me on that stupid cruise too?" She imitated her mother's voice, "Sorry Tabby, but if you kept up that Three-Oh then maybe blah blah blah" She waved her hand to brush off the conversation. She turned on some of the lights in the kitchen, brightening the atmosphere and illuminating her slender body.

Tabitha impatiently waited for her water to boil, walking over to her laptop in the corner of the living room and opening it hastily. She plopped down on the beige sofa and opened Chrome. "Why... Can't I... Sleep?" She typed, mumbling it to herself before punching Enter with her finger. To her confusion, instead of loading results for "Why can't I sleep", it brought her back to the Google homepage. Even more strange was that something else was already typed into the search bar. "What? 'You won't find your answer here'? Is this some haunted house shit?" Without knowing what else to do, Tabitha played along and typed "Where can I find it?" and again the page went nowhere. "You're kidding me, right? 'I have it. All you need to do is ask nicely.'" Feeling like the butt of a joke, Tabitha typed "Please can I know why I can't sleep?"

The air suddenly felt cold and dry, a sensation not at all enjoyable to Tabitha. Without warning, the laptop closed by itself and Tabitha yelped in shock. "Such a good girl!" A disembodied voice called out, its overtly feminine sounding owner nowhere to be seen. "Always knowing her Pleases and Thank-yous like a lady." Tabitha wrapped herself into a fetal position and scanned the room wildly, scared thoroughly by the spectral voice. And with a sound like a fire being suddenly extinguished, a great puff of white smoke exploded out from the middle of the room. "I'd be more than happy to help." Tabitha peeked one eye open and saw something truly mind boggling. Behind the dissipating white smoke was a woman, her features silhouetted by the kitchen light. Tabitha didn't dare to say a word, thinking that silence would deter the intruder. The figure put one hand on her hip and raised the other to her chin, "Tsk-tsk. This won't do." She clapped twice, somehow commanding the lights in the living room to turn on.

Tabitha cowered and squinted while her eyes adjusted. With the lights on, she could better see just who had just appeared from thin air. Her skin was pale white -practically albacore- and was virtually unclothed. Long flame red hair flowed out from a beautiful head adorned with two small horns, stopping just above a pair of leathery wings. Tabitha's eyes widened in astonishment. "What the hell are you?"

The woman laughed, "Hm, Hell indeed." She crossed her arms under her huge breasts, barely covered by something that could be considered a satin black bikini. The only problem with that analysis was that bikinis at the very least could cover an entire nipple. She smiled and sat down on the coffee table, crossing her legs and cupping her hands around her upper knee. Her knife-sharp stiletto heels were strapped onto her dainty feet, which swung back and forth as she spoke. "Good evening, Tabitha. My name is -well, my name isn't the important bit. What's important is what I am. Tell me Tabby -is it okay if I call you Tabby?- do you believe in Hell?"

Tabitha hid her mouth behind her knees, "Um, I guess, yeah." She stuttered. "Are you going to hurt me?"

The succubus laughed again, "Oh, you're so naive!" She leaned toward Tabitha, her massive cleavage staring into her soul. "I want to help you!" Her orange eyes glowed as she moved to sit next to Tabitha. "I know just what it is you want, dear Tabby." She put a buttery soft hand on Tabitha's thigh and whispered in a hushed tone, "You know what I am, right? A servant of the Devil, a demon..." She paused to let it simmer, "A succubus. Here, beside you, ready to grant you your deepest desires."

Tabitha glanced away, blushing intensely. She relaxed and uncurled her body. "All I want is to sleep. That's my only desire."

The demon laughed again, loudly with a hint of scorn. "I didn't come here for a somnophiliac, dear." Her hand daintly played with Tabitha's clothing, gently untying her bathrobe. "I know what's keeping you up. What it is you can't get out of your head no matter how hard you try." She playfully lifted Tabitha's face to meet her eyes, "That one desire that's eating you from the inside out. Don't you want it satisfied?"

Tabitha's will crumbled with every word the succubus uttered. She shook her head, "I want it gone. I want to sleep."

The succubus smiled warmly, "And I want to help you." She leaned in until their noses nearly touched, her body heat radiated like a furnace. "Undress for me."

With the guiding hands of the succubus, Tabitha slipped off her bathrobe and unbuttoned her silk pajama shirt. Her tanned skin unfurled beneath the pajamas, and her breasts sat like melting ice cream on her chest. Tabitha laid on her back and closed her eyes, feeling drowsy. The succubus' warmth caressed Tabitha's skin while her thin fingers negotiated with Tabitha's pajamas for the freedom of the nethers imprisoned behind their soft cage. Her terms were met by the time the waistline slipped past Tabitha's ankles. Tabitha moaned while the Succubus played with her sensitive body, "Yes, yes. Please, more!"

The succubus wrapped Tabitha in an embrace, "Here's where the real fun begins!" She teased. They kissed, filled with lust and desire. The succubus' skin was soft and warm like a freshly baked pie, arousing Tabitha as they became enveloped in a bubble of heat. Just as Tabitha began to lose herself in the sensation, the succubus broke the kiss and inhaled deeply. Before Tabitha was fully aware, the succubus locked lips and blew long and hard. Air rushed into Tabitha's body as her dominatrix kept filling her up like a pool toy, spreading from her belly to her thighs, and from her thigh and belly into her breasts and derriere. After just a handful of breaths, the succubus stopped and rubbed her toy's belly. "How do you feel?"

Tabitha, hardly conscious of what was happening, hummed softly. "Warm, tight, full. I feel like a balloon."

The succubus slipped off Tabitha's belly and knelt at her side, "Do you want more?"

Tabitha moaned softly and nodded, ready for the succubus' embrace. They kissed again, more air being pushed in to expand her body. The succubus blew harder and harder, forcing Tabitha's belly outwards like a supernatural pregnancy. Her breasts grew as well, crushing cup sizes as they went. Her nipples puffed up with air and became exponentially more sensitive until even the process of inflation became unbearably erotic for her. Her buttocks soon outgrew even the largest of fruit as size comparisons, and sports equipment lost their usefulness as well. Her stomach ballooned to beyond any realistic pregnancy, her belly button approaching the three foot mark in distance from where it once was. The succubus stopped again when Tabitha's belly button popped from an innie into an outie. Tabitha curled her arms -well, tried to. They'd blown up like the rest of her, and she could barely move her arms or legs. At this point, she was completely at the will of the demon. She moaned in distant pleasure, "Why'd you stop?"

The succubus giggled and rubbed Tabitha's huge side like a genie's lamp, "Because you've outgrown the couch." The succubus got up and put both hands on Tabitha, who sweated and moaned from the feeling. Her nerves were so amplified by the process, and the thrill made everything feel good. The succubus rolled Tabitha off the couch and onto the cold floor, sending goosebumps around her body. After getting Tabitha to her feet, the Succubus smiled and admired her handiwork. Tabitha's once dismal breasts were now so large that most of her vision was obscured. Her limbs looked like waffle cones, with little hands flapping away in mortal desire. Her stomach was so deliciously big and sweaty; it glistened under the glow of the floor lamp. Her body was as tight as a drum, quivering with every breath she took. Creaking, groaning and quaking as she got larger. A true work of art. The succubus picked up Tabitha like a beach ball and turned her over until their eyes met. "Are you ready for round three, darling?"

Tabitha wiggled her arms a little and flapped her hands, her skin squeaked in protest. The succubus took in another deep breath and locked lips. As she exhaled, the tone of the inflation changed, sounding more hollow and balloon-like. Tabitha's skin started to look like a caramel treat fit to burst. Her arms and legs grew stubbier and wider, shrinking into her body until only her hands and feet were left drumming on what was her shoulders. As she got bigger, rounder, and tighter, approaching four, five, six feet in diameter, her skin began to develop stretch marks and groaned from the tension. Her breasts shrank into her globe until her entire torso was featureless. By the time her head -lacking a neck- jutted out from the nose up, the succubus was inflating Tabitha from her vagina. Her body was so big, her hands and feet weren't visible anymore.

The succubus stopped inflating and put Tabitha down, rubbing her side proudly. "How do you feel, Tabby?" Aside from some muffled speech, slurred from drowsiness, Tabitha was quiet. She leaned in and whispered into her ear, "And one last thing, Tabby. I scratched you back, now you have to scratch mine. I suggest you enjoy it before it's over." Tabitha snapped back into consciousness, suddenly fearful for whatever this last part was. She mumbled, but everything she said was inaudible. Suddenly, Tabitha felt a sharp prick on her side. Her skin was already so tight, even this small force felt unbearable! She moaned, realizing what the succubus had in mind for her. The sharp, stabbing pain in her side increased, and increased, pushing more, and more, and more, getting tighter, and tighter, until it was just unbelievably so! Any second now, she knew. Her skin was going to give out, and she'd pop! "Here it comes, Tabby!"

Oh... Oh No!

Tabitha woke up with a start, a cold sweat drenching her naked body. She looked around, looking for the succubus, her clothing, her shredded skin... But nothing. She only saw her bedroom -in the same mess it's always in- with sunlight shining in through the shutters. She sighed in relief, reclining back into bed. "Oh thank God, it was all a dream! It was all just some sick fantasy!" But just as she was about to close her eyes, she noticed something on her nightstand. "Hmm? I don't think I've seen this before." She got up and grabbed it. A black business card; how strange. "What the? It says something..." Her blood drained from her face, "Lucifer's Dark Desires Services. To Satisfy Your Deepest Sexual Wishes, Call *666." She dropped the card on the ground and plopped back into bed. "Fuck me."