Jo-Beth's Escape

Jo-Beth groaned in pain as she sprawled on the dirt floor. This mansion was falling apart on her, the wooden panels constantly breaking under her feet. Now, she was in some strange hole. It was littered with cobwebs, and had no flooring. Probably a space between the walls of the mansion. She cursed herself for wearing such a short skirt today, as well as wearing her favorite outfit; her boots, her fishnet stockings and her short t-shirt, all torn up and filthy.

She climbed to her knees, then upon going to stand up her head met with something that clanged in return. She grunted and rubbed her head, her hair becoming muffled from her expedition and almost falling out of its bun. She could only barely see, with aid from a light peeking in from the hole in the room where she fell, but there was a large hole chewed through a strange small tunnel, and her head was just inside of it. She wasn't entirely sure how she managed to get where she was, but all she wanted to do at this point was to get out. On her hands and knees, she looked around behind her to see that her only path was the small tunnel in front of her. She signed, then crawled into the opening.

From the best of her knowledge, she was inside some sort of air duct. It was a bit small, and navigating it was a it frustrating. Her large breasts were only in her way the entire time, her shirt getting caught in nails and her elbows constantly batting them around. She began to grow frustrated, crawling down what seemed like an endless path. She took a few corners, found a few forks, and ultimately began to feel very, very lost. Plus her exposed legs and stomach were freezing cold.

The tunnel began to tighten up as she proceeded. Soon she could barely squeeze herself through, her hips constantly bumping into the walls and her breasts literally dragging. She grunted and heaved slowly, her progress impeded. Soon she passed up a hanging nail in the ceiling, it caught a few of her hairs, and pulled one out, to which she jumped at. As she passed it, it caught the backside of her skirt, and began to pull it off her legs, exposing her ass. She shivered as a cold wind blew straight through the skirt. Her clothes were torn up enough already, but she was going to at least keep dignified.

She pushed herself up on one hand, squeezing the other around her side to aid the threatened skirt. It finally found its way to her rump, and began to fidget with the nail caught in it. She had no luck removing it, and began to fume at the difficulty of her ridiculous situation. She became fed up and threw her chest onto the floor, her breasts cushioning her as she slid her other hand back to free herself. She moved her fingers about and eventually tore the skirt away, putting another tear in her once favorite skirt.

She signed in a bit of frustrated relief, then proceeded her crawl; or, she tried to. She found herself stuck once again; her shoulders were both pressing up against the walls, just enough to keep her from moving her hands back in front of her. She flopped about like a fish out of water trying to pull her hands in front of her, but she simply couldn't move them back. She felt as if the walls had tightened around her, and she began to feel a bit claustrophobic. She shrilled in agony and laid back, her chin rubbed up against her breasts, her hands resting limply against her hips. She sighed and began to think, trying to see if she could figure out a way out of this mess, when she pushed her knees up and attempted to pull herself back to a wider portion of the tunnel.

She stopped when she began to see a strange light coming from around the corner of the tunnel in front of her. It began to grow brighter and brighter, Jo-Beth only staring in confusion, and a bit stiff with fear. Suddenly she spotted it; a ball of light that rounded the corner and seem to hover over to her. She watched in partial fear as it planted itself in front of her, then began to flicker. Its light began to dim and out of the ball of light came...the torso of a ghost. It had a human look - a bit of a clownish look, actually - with only it's chest and head sticking out of the ground. Jo-Beth stared in fear, unsure what this ghost was or what it wanted, but she was sure it wasn't going to end well, with all of the ghosts she encountered earlier.

It sunk into the ground, the tunnel becoming black again, then the light reappeared; from behind her. She couldn't tilt her head enough to look back, but suddenly jumped when she felt something cold hit her from behind; no...squeezing her ass. She grunted angrily and put on an irritated expression, feeling powerless to stop what seemed to be a perverted clown ghost.

"Look, jackass, either help me out or get out of my way!" Jo-Beth snarled.

The ghost reappeared from the floor in front of her, making a laughing motion but making no sound. Jo-Beth stared daggers at the thing, but it seemed to only aid his humor. He calmed himself and looked at her, grinning at her plight, almost trying to not break into laughter. She looked silly from up front, her giant breasts pushing her head against the ceiling seemed be the reason she was stuck. The ghostly figure reached out in front of her and lowered his hands to the ground, sliding them to the front of her breasts and giving her stiff nipples a firm squeeze. She jumped and gasped in agony, banging her head against the almost steel ceiling, wincing in pain and becoming extremely agitated. The ghost began its uproar of laughter once more.

"HEY!" Jo-Beth barked. "You going to help me or not? Because I'm getting the hell out of here."

The ghost placed his palm over his face and held up his other hand with a 'wait one second' sort of expression. Jo-Beth continued to try to pull her arms forward and attempt to murder the ghost, but still had no success. The ghost placed his fingers to his chin and looked up in a cartoonish contemplation. His eyes shot open and a little ghostly lightbulb flashed above his head. Jo-Beth only eyebrowed in curiosity, the ghost seeming almost right out of a Looney Toons cartoon.

He held up his sleeve and threw his other hand into it. He dug around inside and suddenly pulled out a long, cylinder-shaped object. It passed through the walls as he pulled it out, being longer than the tunnel itself, but the ghost set it down on the floor before her and positioned it correctly. She couldn't really imagine how it was sitting on the ground when it normally is ethereal, but she was a little more concerned about what it was. The ghost put his hand on it and suddenly formed a long hose from its end. He pulled it out and moved up to Jo-Beth, whos eyes were beginning to show a confused fear.

"W-wait, wha-mmph!" She managed before the cold hose filled her red lips. It almost had no feel or taste; but it was very, very cold. She tried to remove it from her mouth, but with no hands she found it nearly impossible. The ghost seemingly punched the cylinder object, and it suddenly began to form an object on top; a wheel. Or a valve. Jo-Beth could only stare in fear as the ghost attempted to do something that she could not see happening in this world.

The ghost gave the wheel a small turn. The hose jumped a bit and Jo-Beth's cheeks puffed outwards a bit, a warm air filling up her mouth. Her cheeks felt stretched, but the warm air was a bit...comforting. Her breasts tingled with a bit of warm air, Jo-Beth's eyes shooting wide as she began to feel something...different. The ghost turned the wheel a bit more, the hose fidgeting a bit and air flowing through more freely.

"Mmmmmmmph!" was all Jo-Beth could let out. Her cheeks pushed outwards only a tad bit more, unable to hold any more air, the remaining beginning to find its way to her bosom. She felt her bra tighten within her already tight shirt as they began to fill. Her nipples began to warm, going from stiffly cold to warmly ballooned. Her breasts began to shift as they filled, pushing upwards and outwards as they already filled the floor beforehand.

Jo-Beth's chin began to rise as her chest filled up the tunnel. She could only muffle to herself as she began to lose sight of the ghostly figure. Her shirts stitches began to protest as her ballooning bosom pumped out, her bra only causing her breasts to form upwards faster. She began to see a tear form in her neckline, and deep cleavage was staring back at her. Soon, it ripped completely down the center, her shirt being pushed to the walls as a deep cleavage dominated her sight. Her face was flush with embarrassment, but also began to redden with the pleasure that the warm air brought her. Her bra tightened against her shoulders, barely hanging on until they too snapped, her lower breasts bulging outwards and causing the air within her to bounce around wildly. She soon lost sight of the ghost, only able to see a long ghostly hose that glowed as it struggled to force air in between her growing balloons.

She soon felt her expansive flesh push up against the ceiling of the tunnel, her breasts now covering her entire view. They pushed deeper into the tunnel momentarily, but soon she felt the air quit its decent into her chest. But she didn't stop feeling the air flow. She began to feel air tingle her body all about, and soon realized that it was moving into the rest of her. Her body tightened up throughout, now feeling even more squeezed into the thin tunnel. She let out a bit of a paniced grunt, but it was useless now. Her body was entirely stiff, but warm, and felt a bit puffy all throughout. She was completely uable to move, her body feeling like nothing more than a filled blow-up doll; with an exaggerated rack.

"Mmmmmm..." Jo-Beth moaned. It felt great. She was too confused to think further in; she was mindblown, but she could only feel a warmth pushing her from within, and arousing her sensitive places. She wanted to rub herself somewhere, anywhere, but her fingers were stiff with air. Her skirt tightened along her soft ass and full hips, her net stockings feeling tight around her airy legs, which pushed upwards out of the holes of the netting. She felt like nothing could be better. But suddenly this feeling multiplied.

In her front, the ghostly figure grinned evilly as it began to finish up the job. He playfully gave the wheel a jerk, but it didn't seem to budge! He gave it several jerks, then suddenly pulled with all of his might. Soon he flew backwards and out of the tunnel when the wheel came right off. He floated back and looked at the wheel in his hands, watching the cylinder jump as its valvelessness pumped rigorously. He grinned mischievously and heard the beautiful girl yelp.

"Mmmm-MMPH!!" Jo-Beth cried. The force of air kicked upwards drastically. The hose seemed to have thickened as it transported vast amounts of warm air into her body. Soon every part of her thickened too. Her skirt began to ride down her legs as her soft bum and hips began to fill outwards. Her ass pressed against the ceiling and pushed down, forcing her legs straight back, which soon too were bloating outwards. Her net stockings began to protest, almost sinking into her plump legs, and slowly breaking into pieces, string by string, until it was covering her no more. Her arms too swelled widely, her fingers and toes inflated strangely. Her boots held more of a resolve, filled completely but forcing more air to fill her elsewhere. Her stomach had grown into an almost pregnant phase, pushing against the floor and against her arms, until her backside pushed into the ceiling.

Pressure began to mount as she felt a tightness overcome her. Her entire body began to fill the tunnel until she was tall enough to fill it entirely, now only able to push her body outwards. Her ass had pushed her skirt down to her thighs, which had grown wide enough to tear them apart too. Her gray panties completely rounded along her ass but could not stand for much longer. Soon she was entirely naked minus the strong boots on her feet. She was completely pumped throughout her entire body, which tingled emmensely with the warm air constantly running across her body. She felt tight; she couldn't stretch out much more, but this fear came to a halt when her pressure declined a bit, the hose shrinking downwards as it pumped its last bit of air into her.

She sighed in relief, but couldn't think of what to say; or what to think. She was awestruck, unable to really process all that had just happened to her. She simply basked in the unending pleasure, her warm body feeling great all around. She felt the hose tighten, then suddenly let it slip from her puffy lips. Her face received the least change; only a puffy pair of cheeks and slightly swollen lips. Her body was twice as high as normal, if not counting her breasts which were about half of her normal height, sticking in front of her and now being the only thing she could see.

"Nrgh...can...I..." Jo-Beth managed before letting out a gasp of pleasure. "...g-go now?" she finished. The ghost placed its cold palm on her bosom, which were strange looking only half of wide as the tunnel, but just as tall as. They were very round in the front, and had nipples that were incredibly puffy, wider than tennis balls. Jo-Beth gasped loudly at the ghosts touch, her face completely burning with embarrassment and arousal. She bit her lip and tried to keep herself from doing it again, though she had no real dignity left to spare at this point, and suddenly held back a scream as she felt her nipples being squeezed. She held her breath, trying not to yell, but it became difficult when she felt her puffy nipples being pulled on. The ghost stretched them backwards until they were incredibly elongated, Jo-Beth's face turning purple in need of breath, when the ghost let them go; they slapped back to her, but suddenly began to spew air out.

Jo-Beth let out a scream of both agony and pure pleasure as the air rocketed from her nipples; and pushed her back! She flew backwards, somehow, the air pressing so hard she began to race backwards through the tunnel. Her scream was consistent as she felt her soft skin slide across the tunnel as she rocketed backwards through it, her vision being black once more. She felt her pressure relieve as the air from all over her body forced her backwards. The ghost must have affected her course, because she suddenly found herself flying into a dimly lit room, bouncing off the floor and flying out of an already broken window. She fell down a story and landed in a bush outside of the mansion. She took several deep breaths and found her way to her feet. She moved into the moonlight to gather a look at herself; she was puffy, but her nipples were still slowly seeping out air - which felt incredible. She was still naked though, the only clothing in sight where her torn up boots and the completely shattered fishnetting hanging out of them.

She crossed her arms over her chest and shivered; the warmth left her body, and all that remained was the chill of the night. She looked up at the mansion window and snarled.

"Asshole."