Alone

The hissing started out quiet. At first, Lynn didn’t even notice, as she was lost in her book. However, as her stomach gave a loud gurgle, she felt some sort of… gas push into her abdomen. With a free hand, she rubbed her stomach, feeling her skin stretch. “What…” She murmured to herself, sitting upright from the couch. She set the book down, placing both hands on her stomach.

Her button-up shirt began to grow tight around her belly, and a few buttons began to strain as her shirt slid up her round belly. Her mouth agape, all she could do was watch and take in the new sensation of being filled up.

She looked like she was 9 months pregnant. Lynn’s belly gurgled out again, and the hissing grew more audible. Her skin poked out from between her strained buttons. She couldn’t help but gasp out as her breasts began to tingle; placing both hands on each tit, she could feel them ballooning up in her hands. Immediately, her bra grew tight, the band digging into her back. Her boobs began to spill over the top of her bra, nipples growing stiff as they, too, filled with gas.

Lynn pushed herself to her feet. The bottom most button popped off, and her belly surged forward a bit. “What’s happened to me?” She whimpered, looking behind herself as she felt her ass tingle. There was a sudden rush of gas filling each ass cheek, and she cried out in fear.

Ping! Another button flew off her shirt, and her large nipples tore through her bra cup. She reached around to feel them, feeling them stab her palms through her tight shirt.  The waistband of her pants started to pull once her hips and thighs started swelling. The button creaked, and seams groaned as her ballooning body pushed outwards.

Her bra lost the battle, and it snapped off, causing her bouncy tits to surge forward, popping three buttons on the top of her shirt. Her belly was the size of a small beach ball, each tit the size of basketballs. Lynn let out a loud groan as the button holding her pants together exploded off, causing her belly to push forward and break the zipper.

The gas made its way into her limbs, causing them to slowly stick outward. They became more and more conical. Along with this, her sides and back puffed up, giving her a more round shape. The last few buttons on her shirt flew off, freeing her belly and tits. Widening her stance, her pants tore down her outer thighs and down the seat of her ass. Lynn’s back merged with her yoga ball-sized butt cheeks, her pants finally splitting off her body.

Her crotch began to push down; she was becoming more and more spherical by the second. The gas filled her vagina, and she whimpered out as her tight panties hugged her rounding bottom.  With a loud rip, her shirt began tearing down her fattening arms, which were getting wider and shorter as it merged with her globular body.

Lynn waved her arms around, huffing out as her shirt finally released her. It fell to pieces on the floor, leaving only her socks and panties. Lower and lower her crotch pushed, spreading her cone-like legs apart. Her tits were like huge beach balls, with cork sized nipples. “Somebody! Please!” She begged, her body gurgling out once again. However, she knew no one was home, and no one would be home for another hour.

Her panties split down the middle, revealing her lengthy ass crack. The waistband dug painfully into her body, and she threw her head back, moaning out.

At first, her pussy brushed against the floor, then began to press into it. Her arms and legs had smoothed out against her spherical form, leaving only her flapping hands and hanging feet. Lynn huffed out as the waistband popped off, her body bloomping loudly.

She flapped her hands faster as she felt her pussy leave the floor; her body was starting to float! “Help!” She groaned, her belly button feeling taut. The pressure in her stomach was extreme, and she felt her belly button slowly push outward. Lynn’s body rotated, so her back faced the ground.

Because of her massive form, it didn’t take long for her to reach the ceiling. She bumped it, bouncing off with a soft bloomp, before hitting it again. The hissing came to a stop once she rested against the ceiling. All Lynn could do was whimper and wait for her husband to return home.