All the Way

She sighs and studies her face in the bedroom mirror, the turned-down corners of her mouth, the fretful crease in her brow she cannot erase, nor ease the dull ache and mounting pressure behind her temples.   Her everyday stresses collected right there, it seemed, worries and fears building and pressing until her head felt as if it were about to explode.  That was when she needed release, and though it was an addiction she tried to manage, sometimes it was the only way.

And so she eyes the hose leading out from under her skirt with a guilty twinge, and fingers the valve on the tank hesitantly, before giving it a sharp turn to the left.  She sighs again as the familiar, blissful head rush greets her, the pain disappearing, her features smoothing as she watches her chest and hips expand, her modest curves starting to fill out her blouse and skirt.  She traces her figure with her hands, biting her bottom lip as she cups her ample chest, sliding down her narrow waist and rubbing her thickening thighs.  Then she toys with the buttons on her top—she liked to feel them pull and tighten as she grew, feeling the stress of her expanding flesh building underneath until they gave way and flew off of her.   Her everyday cares and worries are gone now, her mind is somewhere else as she pulls on the top button absent-mindedly, feeling the slack tighten and watching her hourglass figure grow more exaggerated until there is no pull left, the button is flush against her top and she can see her soft white flesh surging through the gaps, and just like every other time she arches her back and gasps as the button pops off and a shiver of pleasure runs through her tight, bloated body.  

Now the tingling and butterflies begin in her belly, and she obediently eases her wide, ballooning bottom onto her bed and lays back, unable to see past her massive chest, gasping in pleasure as one by one each button bursts off her, revealing more and more of her milky white cleavage even as she feels her belly tightening and rising, accompanied by the delicious pressure it put on her sex.  She knows how careful she must be here, she knows how easy it is to get carried away, she knows this is where she must exercise self-control, as she sits up and places her hand on the valve next to the bed, the additional pressure her position places on her sex nearly makes her eyes cross as her entire ballooning body pulses and throbs with pleasure.  She can feel her expanding belly slowly pushing her back on to the bed, slowly pulling her hand off the valve, centimeter by centimeter.  

There is still time, though, time to get bigger.

And so she waits, and grows, her belly spilling into her wide lap, her face half-buried in her own tremendous cleavage, straining to stay upright, straining to keep her hand on the valve, knowing she should end this soon but the pleasure and pressure is coming in waves, faster and faster and besides she still has time she can still reach—

Out of nowhere, an orgasmic bolt rips through her, throwing her back, making arch her body, and buck her huge hips as she seizes and convulses with pleasure.  As she regains control she lurches for the valve—

But she is getting too big.

She can barely bend her body now, her massive belly and breasts pinning her to the bed, but she heaves herself up as much as she can, over and over, her fingers fumbling for the valve but it’s getting harder and harder to reach each time, until she lurches with all the strength she can muster and catches it in her fingers—

But only for a moment, as she falls back and loses her grip, and she hears the tank wobbling back and forth before tipping over with a heavy metallic thud and rolling under the bed.  

She knows there is nothing she can do now, nothing she can do to stop what’s happening, as her body squeaks and creaks and stretches, and she wonders if this was an accident at all, and how hard she really tried.

And soon she is not wondering much of anything, thinking only of the incredible pressure inside her, everywhere, sending electric waves of pleasure over her entire body, making it throb, pulse, buzz, and stretch, the pressure increasing the pleasure, the pleasure increasing the pressure, rippling through her faster and faster until they feel the same, pleasure and pressure together, her body rumbling and creaking ominously as one thought plays over and over in her head, eternally—

I’m gonna pop
I’m gonna pop
I’m gonna pop