Tags: Blueberry Inflation, Female Inflation, Clean Popping, first person
Text: She always had a certain sway in her walk. Her hips went back and forth like a pendulum, each inch of her curves wrapped in that tight black dress she always wore at the office. Sometimes she caught me looking. With big round eyes she'd stare back at me and smirk, flicking her black bob-cut hair back as she walked away, never looking away. Alice was her name. A short, fierce, beautiful creature. I'd watched her at my lunch break with loving eyes, my attentiveness oft noticed by my co-workers. They weren't surprised. Alice was a sex kitten; practically every man in the company would jump her bones in an instant. I had other intent for her. Malicious, maybe. Devious, perhaps. Nothing could prepare me for the reality of what would happen the night we both stayed late at work. My vision fades in from black. Everything is fuzzy, like a television with faulty reception. At first there is silence, slowly followed by the gradual build up of shrieking from my left. I roll around on the rough grey carpet for a moment, my senses still flustered and broken. I struggle to my knees and feel the sore spot on my head. A blob of blood in my hand greets me. I remember fragments. I hit my head. Forced back by some object, something protruding where I didn't expect it, launching me into the corner of a desk. My heart began to thud as the gravity of the situation intensified. I then remembered what had happened, all of it. I slowly turn my head as the shrieking becomes clear. Alice was standing in the middle of the office clutching at her midsection, breasts over spilling her dress which was splitting at the very seams, her skin a deep blue.
I scramble around on the floor in an attempt to stand. A blue wrapper scrunches beneath my palm as I heave myself upwards, squinting at the eerily bright lighting. Alice is just whining, trying to cram herself back into the steadily tearing dress. "What was in that gum?" she snarls at me, still chewing away on the wad like a cow would to grass. I can't answer her, my mouth is as dry as a desert and my heart is rising up into my throat. Crack. One of her expensive heels snaps. She leans over, the juice within her shifting with a resounding slosh. Alice kicked the wrecked heel off, her fleshy leg wobbling, sending a rippling wave up to her breasts. The chest of the dress tore, revealing a red satin bra stained with juice desperately trying to retain her modesty. Crack. The second heel went. Alice toppled back, her posterior colliding with the edge of a desk. The juice shifted from her backside to her stomach, ripping the centre of the dress even further. Her globular belly stuck outwards at me, filled moreso by the surge of fluid. Her belly button was a deep crevice, a dark dot in a sea of blue. Another quick flick sent her second busted heel sliding off towards the photocopier. She lurched forwards, the displaced juice from her buttocks soon being replaced. I clutch my head in dismay and pain. I never expected the gum to work. This was scientifically impossible. Maybe cut on my head was caused by other means, I could be hallucinating, dreaming, or be dead. Regardless, I knew what I had to do. I grabbed the main tear in her dress and strained to rip it further. Alice looked down over her expansive breasts and chastised me, but she knew as well as I did that she'd be a whole lot more uncomfortable if I didn't attempt to liberate her expanding body. The dress was tearing easier now, perhaps the adrenaline was kicking in and I was finding unfound strength in a time of need, but it was becoming steadily obvious that Alice's increased rate of swelling was doing most of the leg work. I kneeled and began tearing at the very bottom of the dress. Alice's legs were becoming thicker, wider, pudgier. Her knees were steadily assimilated by her increasingly fleshy thighs. Her calf swelled, joining with ankle. Even her feet were looking fuller. Having successfully destroyed the hem of the dress, I looked upwards. My eyes were transfixed on the deepening hole that was Alice's belly button. Then, it hit me; in both a physical and mental sense. My first blackout was a result of the sudden growth of her midsection rebounding against my head and forcing me backwards, the second time I was lucky enough to just be forced onto my back, it was then I saw Alice in her entirety. Her body wasn't entirely rounded, but it was obvious she was heading that way. Her hips and stomach had sort of become one being, steadily getting lower, trying to merge with her legs, which were constantly pushing each other further and further apart as their girth increased. Her black hair now had a deep blue tint to it, a trick of the light perhaps? Plump, pouting lips frowned down at me, a look of worry spreading across her face. I looked up for a moment. High ceilings, but not high enough. We both knew how far this could go. I needed to get her out of here, fast. I grabbed her chubby hand and pulled her along. She took long, laboured steps, trembling all over with every slightly movement. I couldn't take her down the stairs in this state, nor could I take the elevator for fear of her filling it up before we reached the ground floor, crushing me in the process. There was one option. Yellow construction lights up ahead. I pulled on the bloated girl further. She was getting slower, heavier. I shielded my eyes from the glare bouncing off the metal scaffolding, battling my way through a jungle of clear plastic sheeting blocking the doorway. I pulled Alice onto the cold concrete floor, kicking up a small heap of sawdust. I looked up at the dismantled ceiling, stretching upwards far more than it would have previously. This was the one and only time I was thankful for office renovations. I look back, and a wave of horror overtakes me. Fat blue nipples poke over the top of Alice's bra, the straps cutting into her shoulders so very deeply. She whimpers and signals me to relieve her. I stand at her puffy back, perplexed. I grab the connecting section of the bra and pull inwards with all my might. I hear the sound of great volumes of liquid sloshing as her sides bulge out to compensate. My hands are shaking, not out of fear, but out of the resistance and strain preventing me from undoing the bra. I get a little closer as I manage to disconnect the first two hooks. A sudden surge of growth in her buttocks hits my lap and forces me back. I regain composure and pull, the straps threatening to slice even deeper. I'm sent recoiling to the side as the bra practically explodes. I reach out for something to help me regain my balance. My hands sink into the soft flesh of Alice's upper arm like they would into a half filled water balloon. She tips to the side as I struggle to get purchase against the floor. I hear a heavy slosh as she looms over me, threatening to topple. I hold my breath for the brief moment I'm suspended on her arm. Alice tips back the other way, bringing me to my feet. The law of physics dictates that for this to happen, she must be multiple times my own body weight. I surveyed her and concluded this was obvious. "Hewp me" she said, ridiculously plumped lips pouting even more than before. "Hewp". Her underwear had been stretched to such a severe degree that it began to bunch up, becoming ever so much like a thong around her burgeoning hips. They violently began to rip as they created an ever deepening crevice between where her hips ended and legs used to begin. They collapsed off her with a final protesting snap, now a pink tattered rag on the floor. Alice's legs were appearing shorter. I silently watched as her right leg spontaneously bloated before the other followed its example. Behind her, Alice's bum was swelling as gradually as her stomach. Her buttocks pushed out with a surge of growth, drooping slightly from the weight of the fluid within it. I could already tell the backs of her legs were being assimilated. Her lower back curved upwards, a 'shelf', as I believe they called it. Slowly, this shelf was disappearing, melding with the sphere that was her midsection. Her legs grew wider and shorter in rapid succession. It wasn't long before her feet were obscured by the single entity of her belly. It crept forwards towards me, a signal of continued enthusiastic growth. Alice's back began to puff out and rise, her shoulders becoming less and less defined. I pressed my back against the plaster wall, trying to retain my composure. Her body groaned as it tilted backwards. Stubby little arms flared out in every direction as Alice began to take an entirely round shape. Her cheeks filled out, her face a comical caricature of what it once was. A double chin formed beneath her head, throat forcing itself outwards like a Frog's. It blended with her orb breasts and rising chest. From the nose downward her face was obscured by blue flesh, little nubs for hands flapping frantically as tiny little squeaks of terror escaped her swollen lips. She continued to round out, body steadily growing upwards at half the rate it was doing so outwards. One of the lighting rigs collapsed, pushed back by this mass of blue. Her head, hands, and I presume her feet were all sucked into her body as it tipped back and forth in place. Slowly, the tipping stops. The sound of gushing liquid is silenced. I stood in silence for a moment. No longer was Alice the curvaceous woman she once was, just a great blue balloon with orbish breasts. I slowly pace towards her and disappear under the shadow above me created by her boobs. I reach out a press against her flesh. She sloshes heavily as my hand sinks a centimetre in. I hold my hand there for a moment, the uncanny warmth from beneath her skin being both unnerving and comforting. I take a step back and shove with both my palms flat. She tips back slightly and whines from obvious discomfort. I make a quiet apology and start to trace around her form. Round. Totally round. No bumps, curves, indents, nothing. A complete sphere. A berry. I take a step back to appreciate the enormity of both the situation and Alice. She was several feet taller than me, extended upwards from the growth. She was six feet from hitting the structure holding up the floor above, but what worried me was her width. The room we were in was big, but obviously not big enough. Another surge of growth could easily get her pushing up against the walls. Could it be possible that she would get that big? My question was answered as a low rumble came from Alice's stomach. Cautiously, I placed my ear against her body. It growled lowly. A prolonged whine from within, followed by the sound of running fluid. I backed away and retreated to the doorway. Her breasts began to shrink as the rest of her body grew. I stood on my tiptoes, trying to catch a glimpse of Alice's ever sinking eyeline. I quickly climbed up a stepladder resting against the wall. Dark fearful eyes watched me. She moaned as her cheeks swelled out further and her head descended. I couldn't watch any longer and leapt off the step ladder. I stumble and collide with her side. She doesn't move. She's far too turgid to jiggle, and far too heavy for me to make any impact.
Tiny dark stretch marks began to appear around her bellybutton, a sign of her ever expanding equator. I feared the worst. Was she running out of skin? She could only stretch so far. Little dribbles of blue juice ran down her front from her nipples, pooling on the floor. I took a step back, then another, and another, and another. Her body is catching up to me quicker than I could move. I passed through the doorway before her last surge could knock me to the ground. Blue skin filled the doorway, bulging to push through. The low groan continued, overpowering the squeals Alice struggled to force out of her mouth. Beams cracked, plaster shattered. For once I praised the shoddy workmanship the construction crew had displayed so often. The groan began to get higher and higher, not unlike the rubbery screech of a balloon. Alice's skin was getting thinner, stretched to the absolute limit. I could see fluid moving beneath it. I dared not touch her for fear of unsettling something. I knew what came next. The screech and low pulsing noise were a warning. I ran, but I didn't run far enough. The sound of a mortar exploding rocked the building. I find myself in midair until a wall impedes my trajectory. The corridor fills with blue. It stampedes towards me. In the moments before the tidal wave hits me, I find myself thinking one thing.
Poor Alice.