Courtney's Tale

Courtney's Tale, or Pumps with A Heel

Courtney was a very proud woman, accustomed to being the best at everything - in her own mind, if nowhere else. Hefty now, she had been thin as a rail until she’d met Gordon. Although she’d been waiflike when he had hired her as his personal secretary, that soon changed. Gordon appreciated larger ladies, and over the course of a year he had enthusiastically encouraged her to become rather big. In time, she found that she preferred being pampered and growing to working, so she quit. As her weight steadily ballooned she had reveled in her newfound girth. That is, until the day Gordon returned from work, ecstatic about his new secretary, Louella.

"And what is so special about this Louella?" Courtney sneered. "What has she got that I haven’t?"

Patience, tact, courtesy, and appreciation, for starters, Gordon thought to himself, but he just smiled, and poked Courtney’s prominent belly. His finger sank deeply into the soft fat, and he simply replied, "Courtney, dear, she’s far bigger than you. In fact, she dwarfs you by comparison."

Courtney sniffed. "WELL, we shall simply have to do something about that, won’t we?" She headed toward the refrigerator, but Gordon stepped in front of her.

"I’m afraid you won’t find enough in there to make much of a difference," he said.

Courtney’s nose wrinkled in annoyance. "Surely she can’t be THAT big...what do you suggest, then?"

"I have an idea that would work," Gordon grinned. "Wait here."

When Gordon returned, he had a bicycle pump. Courtney looked at him skeptically. Gordon merely winked at her, and, reaching around her, pulled her close. "My dear, you are going to be magnificent. Trust me." As he hugged her, he slipped the hose beneath her waistband and quickly inserted the nozzle. "And here you go!" Gordon took the pump’s handle, raised it, and slowly lowered the plunger. There was a long hiss, and Courtney’s expensive pants grew snug as she felt a rush of air moving inside her, pushing out her stomach. Gordon did this several more times, elated to see how his fiancee was growing.

Courtney was thrilled as well, not only by her new size, but by the sensation of pressure building inside her. She ran her hands along her bulging sides, obviously enjoying her inflation. "Am I as big as she is now?"

"I’m afraid not," Gordon answered. "She’s much bigger than you."

"Not for long! Keep pumping," Courtney demanded.

Gordon continued to pump diligently, and Courtney swelled accordingly, becoming fuller and rounder. Her shirt buttons snapped off one by one with the strain, and when the zipper split, her belly gaily bounced out of her pants. Gordon smiled broadly.

"Well? Am I bigger now?"

"Not yet...you’re much bigger than before, but still far smaller than she is."

"Then keep going! I’ll show her what BIG is!"

Gordon was only too happy to comply. He pumped and pumped, and Courtney’s belly blossomed, her folds gradually filling and smoothing out until she resembled an enormous pink balloon. There was a ripping sound as the seams burst on her elegant slacks, allowing her bloated form to swell up even further. Her thighs were widening, and slowly being engulfed by her gargantuan stomach. Her plumping breasts devastated what remained of her shirt, and soon became absorbed by the growing sphere of her body.

Courtney smirked. "There. Surely she can’t be THIS big. I’ve done it at last."

"If only you had," sighed Gordon, gently patting her bulk, which made a hollow thumping noise. "Will you give up now?"

Courtney was seething. "Keep pumping, Gordon!" she fumed. "I will tell you when you should stop!" She gritted her teeth as the pressure grew and grew, stretching her skin until it was shiny and thin as paper. The rhythmic hissing as Gordon pumped became almost hypnotic, as the pressure built until Courtney was in a state of euphoria. She felt oddly lightheaded, and there was a roaring in her ears. Her cheeks became rosy as her face reddened, and she was oblivious to the stretchmarks covering her entire body. Still the pumping continued. She was now almost completely round. Her arms and legs had disappeared, with only puffy fingers and toes jutting out from her billowing orb. Her face widened, then flattened against her overinflated belly. She was overwhelmed with pleasure.

The hissing had stopped, and Gordon was admiring his masterpiece. Courtney nearly filled the room. Her skin had become transparent, and her belly was visibly pulsating, desperately trying to keep all of the air inside her. He pressed her belly with his finger. There was no give at all. "Courtney, my sweet, one more pump, and you’ll be bigger than Louella. Are you ready?"

Courtney was too dazed and far too bloated to respond. It was much too warm, the room was rocking, and lights were flashing in front of her eyes. She only knew that she needed more, and that was the most - no, the ONLY - important thing in the world. Gordon slowly raised the handle, paused, then quickly forced the plunger down. A wave of giddiness washed over her, and her eyes widened as her navel suddenly popped out. She was vaguely aware of a long, endless hiss as the roaring in her ears became an excruciating, deafening BOOM!

Louella, who had been waiting outside in the car, rushed into the room after she heard the explosion. "Gordon, are you all right? What happened?!"

Gordon picked himself up off the floor, and removed pieces of something rubbery from his clothes. "I’m sorry I startled you, dear. An overinflated old mattress burst. I’ll find a new one after dinner." He put his arm around Louella’s tiny waist, anticipating how he would inspire her to lose that waspish figure, just as he had done with Courtney. Gordon flashed a winning smile at his new fiancee. He hadn’t known her long, but she was growing on him already.