Anxiety

I anxiously licked my lips, for what I was I going to be doing once I arrived home from school. Anxiously sat in class after class, wishing the clock would tick faster. Impatiently staring at the clock in each classroom I went with a glare that could kill someone. Nervously stretch my hands throughout class. Eat my lunch with no care at all; hoping it could get my mind of what I wanted to do so badly after school. The seconds inched closer and closer until the final bell of the day rang. It rang so loud I thought I was hearing a joyous melody. Ignoring my friends, I hurriedly walked through the crowd of people towards my locker to dump my stuff off.

As quickly as I opened it I closed it and left the building, beginning to take the usual way home. I stopped by my old middle school to say hi to some of the friends I have that go there. Over the bridge I went, knowing I was just blocks away from reaching my home where I knew no one expected me. Were I could have the house to myself for this one day of the weekend. As I turned onto my street, my heart began to beat faster and faster; adrenaline pumping through my veins. I ran out of patience and dashed for it, my backpack bouncing quickly up and down. Quickly I unlocked the back door into my house and dumped my stuff on my bed and ran downstairs into my gigantic basement.

Walking down the stairs I excitedly thought about what could possibly be the game breaker, what could change my life. What could give me the body I lusted for. What could make me attractive boy magnet. With one swift move I pulled the cover of the contraption that could make my desire come true… A helium tank. I know what you’re thinking, “how could a helium tank give you the body you wanted?” . Well to put it bluntly, the helium will force its way through my body and will force it to grow so I can get the body I’ve lusted for so badly

I grabbed the house attached at the end of the nozzle and pushed it into my belly button and hoped it would work. Turning the knob quickly to the on position, I heard a long hiss emanate from the tank and I knew I was ready for what was to happen. At first I felt unfazed seeing as I felt perfectly fine as there was no change happening yet. Moments later I began to feel a tightness building in my chest that sent a pain so strong that a moan of pain escaped my lips. A sound of stretching rubber began to renounce around the room and I looked for the cause of it. One look below my neck and I was appalled. My non-existent breasts were now on their steady way past A cups. I was absolutely filled with glee, at the growth I was experiencing and how possible it was.

My small and tight shirt began to complain as my growing bosoms put more and more pressure on it as they grew within my training bra, stretching it to too its limits. More and more they grew, beginning to barely overflow my stretched training bra. I heard a creaking noise that grew louder and louder. I thought it was me, until I heard a ping and saw the top button of my shirt pop off and fly across the basement, hitting the other side. The other button quickly followed suit and the stitching of my shit looked like it was falling apart.

I carefully took my hands and grabbed my breast just to see how they felt and I was enthralled. The feeling was so strong, almost euphoric. Every time I touched them I felt ecstatic, as it sent waves of pleasure through me. I tried my best to think straight but no matter how I went about it, my mind was in a jumble of incoherent pleasure. I moaned and moaned uncontrollably, I felt so horny. I blushed as I felt a familiar wetness forming below my waist and decided to ignore it, to focus on the sensation of my breast growing.

By now my bra was straining; hanging for dear life as my breast flesh which was growing in every direction threaten to blow it off. My breast must have already surpassed the C range when my bra blew so hard off me, that it ripped the top part of my shirt open, exposing my bosoms in the process. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, I felt my pants get tighter around my thighs and butt. It felt so good having my butt stretch and grow inside my pants, because of the new sensitivity. The feeling of tightness and growth just felt…right. Like there were no worries or problems.

My butt grew and grew, sizing out from nonexistent to cute in moments. It stretched my jeans tighter and tighter, as if wanting to be freed from its torture. My thin thighs began to bulge out and slowly grow, stretching my jeans along the way. They grew and grew, keeping a decent ratio with my breast. I grabbed my butt cheeks through my jeans and squeezed them, feeling how drum tight they were. It was so tight I could use it as a drum if I wanted to.

My previously cute booty was now big and juicy looking ghetto booty, with a heart shape to it. My thighs grew so wide they rubbed into each other and were now pushing my legs aside. As my butt and thighs grew, they stretched my jeans more and more. My thigh grew to the point where it felt uncomfortable because of how little room I had to move them around, probably cause my circulation around my hips was being cut off. I tried with all my might to unzip my pants but I couldn’t get the button to budge at all; let alone a centimeter.

I could swear that my jeans were going to cut me in half since my hips began to widen out themselves. Oh how I wish they would just rip off and let me have some sort of comfort! The instant I finished that sentence my pants could no longer handle my growing flesh and they ripped apart so fast I didn’t even have the chance to see the stitching fall apart. My zipper button bursted off and flew across the room until it met the other basement wall.

I felt that I had the body I always wanted and pulled on the hose connected to my belly button and noticed how it was stuck. I pulled harder and harder and all I felt was the pain from stretching my skin. I thought the tank was out of air when my panties or should I say tongs felt tight. I grabbed the waistband and pulled away from me to try and relieve the pressure when I saw that my normally flat stomach was now developing a small bulge. I poked it with a sense of disbelief at how my finger still sunk in.

It took me a moment to realize that I was gaining belly fat and I tried to pull even harder on the hose. No matter how hard I pulled, the hose wouldn’t come out. I stood up with some difficulty, and walked over to the tank while swinging my hips and looked at the dial. The dial on the tank was pointing in the red zone so I decided to open the nozzle all the way. That was a big mistake as I soon found my belly growing so much that I looked like I was past my pregnancy term and I still grew. I grew and grew and grew, to the point where my arms couldn’t even reach around my belly completely. As I still grew, my feet were touching lesser and lesser ground and I soon began to float in mid air.

I prayed that the tank would run out of air because I felt really tight. I tried to poke my belly and my index finger barely sunk in. I felt like a taught, stretched balloon that was starting to really run out of air. The hissing sound began to silence itself slowly and I heard the sound of stretching rubber. Fear was running through my veins when I heard a loud pop and screamed, thinking I popped. Turns out my bra couldn’t hold up the fight with my growing body. I sighed with relief and heard no sound coming from the helium tank.

I looked upon myself and noticed just how different I was from when I started. My breast were probably passed the D range but had their own weight as if water was mixed in the helium. My butt felt really tight but nice and my hips and thighs only complemented it. My belly…was…well huge and…who’s that outside the basement window. “Richard, is that you!?” I screamed. “y-ye-e-ss” said Richard. He looked like he was amazed yet scared at the same time. “Can you please come in and help me?” I asked him. Apparently he didn’t need to be asked twice and I saw him run off in the direction of the front door. He quickly came in and I heard the thumping of his feet as he tried to meet up with me.

I suddenly felt even tighter than I did and gasped very loudly. Richard heard me gasp too. “Oh my god Richard, I think I’m still grow- OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH” I moaned. I just felt like I was ready to blow apart. As soon as Richard was downstairs, he ran for the helium tank. He…was…too late. I heard a deafening roar in my ears and screamed.