Alfitaria/bodinforg-completions huggingface dataset:
Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Clean Popping, Prose that Blows 500 (2009), Prose that Blows Runner-Up: Most Epic Plot Crammed into the Limited Space, Prose that Blows Runner-Up: Best Use of Tension, Prose that Blows Winner: Most Believable Expandee Reaction
Text: Andrea strolled about in her camisole singing softly to herself as she merrily tossed rose petals across the floor. Eric would be home soon, and her skin tingled at the thought of cavorting with him among the fragrant petals.
Suddenly an arm reached around her waist. Andrea squeaked girlishly. It wouldn't be the first time Eric had surprised her from behind. Confusion, then fear flashed through her mind as a chemical-soaked cloth was brought to her face and something pressed against her navel. Her vision blurred, and a surge of pressure ballooned within her; her bosom billowed forward, her arms grew plump and turgid. Black lace tightened about her swelling torso, the sharp staccato of popping seams growing dull as she faded into unconsciousness.
When Andrea awoke, she was huge, round and immobile. The hose attached to her navel stretched to an air tank near the front door. A piece of twine connected its valve to the doorknob.
Terrified, Andrea watched the twine pull taut as the door opened.
"Hey honey, I'm home!"
"Eric, no!" Andrea shrieked. But it was too late. With a metallic squeak, the valve opened wide. A loud hiss filled the air as a rush of air filled Andrea.
"Oh my God! Andrea?" Eric stood frozen in the doorway, gawking at the living balloon before him. "What happened to you?" Andrea was blowing up, growing larger and fuller with each passing second.
"Help me!" Andrea screamed.
Following her frantic gaze, Eric ran to the tank and twisted the valve. It didn't budge. Andrea outgrew the height of the room; her hugely distended body was squeezed between the floor and the ceiling.
"Hrrwyy!" Her cheeks had swollen enough to impede her speech.
Giving up on the valve, Eric tried to detach the hose. But no amount of twisting or pulling could dislodge it from the tank.
"Hhhmmmmff!" She couldn't take much more.
Desperate, he tried to yank the hose from Andrea but it was pressed too tightly underneath her vast belly.
Andrea's overstretched skin strained, creaked, groaned. Shuddering with muffled sobs, Andrea clenched her eyes shut. The windows shattered explosively, showering the lawn with rose petals and shards of glass. "And then?" June asked.
"Andrea was gone," Eric said. "Nothing left but her torn lingerie. Funny thing is, even without a body, convicting an innocent man of murder is easier than you might think."
The guard returned to the interview room. "Time's up, Meadows. Let's go."
Eric stood. "Nothing more to say anyway. The rest was all in the papers."
"Thank you for meeting with me."
"Thanks for listening."
That evening June gathered everything she had relating to the case and placed it into a folder labeled "Meadows, Andrea". Sighing gloomily, she stashed it in her safe, neatly filed between Maritz, Stephanie and Miller, Elizabeth.
Tags: Breast Inflation, Female Inflation
Text: I must admit that part of the fun of being a balloon girl is the attention. Recently I was called to do a small radio spot for a station in town. I arrived at the radio station and was guided to the broadcast booth. The place was rather warm so I slipped out of my blouse, revealing the tank top I wore beneath. I sat comfortably in the seat with headphones and a microphone hanging before my face. The headphones would be used so I could hear the radio announcer and the callers questions once the broadcast started.
As I sat there, waiting patiently for the my little question and answer session to begin, I listened to the music that was being pumped through the headphones. The music was soothing, slow hypnotic rhythms and tones. I found myself gyrating slightly to the tunes.
A tiny voice whispered through the gentle beat of the music. I couldn't make it out entirely, but it made me feel peculiar. I started to moan and gyrate a little more as I felt my tank top begin to tighten. I raised my hands to my chest, clasping my breasts that were suddenly swelling in my top.
"What's happening to me," I said aloud, but not at all in distress. The music and the almost inaudible voice buried within it was keeping my spirits under a haze of cool emotions. I put my arms down to my sides as my boobs blossomed larger. A smile formed upon my face as the sensations built within my enlarging bust.
"Grow," I heard the voice say within the music as I swayed to the enthralling notes.
"Yes," I breathed, smiling as the tingling sensations crept down, down, down, as my bosoms ballooned up, up, up, stretching my tank top out further and further. I rocked gently back and forth on my seat, my pants crotch tightening against me as I swelled a little down below.
"Grow," the voice repeated again and again.
I moaned. "Yes, I must be bigger."
My breasts inflated larger and larger, my nipples hardening and rubbing against the coarse material of my top.
"Grow. Grow. Grow."
My chest swelled up even more. The sensations coursing through my body built, but were strongest in my breasts and crotch. The bigger my boobs grew, the stronger the sensations built in my slightly swollen nether region. It was the most pleasant sensation I had ever felt, and I wanted more and more! My tight tank top kept my expanding breasts from torpedoing out altogether--somewhat contained, but filling the material out. I felt my ballooning boob flesh press warm against my the top of my tummy.
Suddenly, the strange music stopped and the voice of the broadcaster came through the headphones. The growth of my chest stopped just as suddenly, along with the sensations.
"We're talking to Helia Melonowski, the famed Balloon Girl. Welcome, Helia! Our first listener would like to know how big your bust can grow," the radio personality said.
I looked down at my jutting huge boobs and grinned on the verge of orgasmic bliss. "I don't know," I smiled. "Why don't you whisper your wishes in my ear?"
Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, chemical, Danger, demolition, floating, huge
Text: She just keeps getting bigger.At first we didn't know what had happened. A panicked call came in about an emergency in the pharmaceutical lab in the outskirts of town, shortly followed by reports that a building collapsed in the same area. People in the department thought it might have been a terrorist attack designed to cause a biological outbreak, but they wouldn't have let them build it anywhere near the city limits if there was anything dangerous in it. Regardless, we went in expecting the worst. What we found was... different.Half-buried in the ruins was this... thing. At first we thought it was some sort of hot air balloon, but it was too large and too oddly-shaped for that. If you look up at her you can see that she's not perfectly round; those curves on the sides are her arms, the ones in the back are her legs - or what passes for arms and legs, I suppose - and the two mounds there are her breasts. She had the same shape when we found her, only smaller. We didn't realize it was a "she" at the time, though; our main concern was getting everyone clear.As we evacuated the area, we all expected it - her - to stop growing. But she didn't; she continued to swell up, shoving broken slabs of concrete aside before pressing into nearby buildings. Eventually she took up the entirety of the city block, at which point she simply floated into the air, hanging above us. Three days later and... well, you can see for yourself.A state of emergency was declared and all civilians and non-essential personnel were evacuated from the city. Meanwhile, details filtered in from the people working in the lab: The balloon was a woman, Nancy MacCallister. She was part of a team developing an anti-wrinkle cream, but had been working late hours by herself the past few weeks. The last time anyone saw her before the incident, she was tampering with one of the chemical vats. From there details get sketchy. Some said she fell in, others said she jumped. Some said she was screaming, others said she was laughing. All anyone can agree on is that she did something to the contents of that vat to make it do something it was never meant to do.We still don't know what we're going to do. She's several miles in circumference at this point, and the entire city is in her shadow. Even if we knew where her head was we couldn't get a helicopter close enough to try and communicate with her. I've heard a few people say we should just try to pop her, but there's so much of whatever's inside of her and under so much pressure that releasing it all at once would level the city. Others think we won't have to; every few hours you can hear deep rumbling like thunder, like she's suddenly on the verge of bursting but stops at the last second. Still others think about how she destroyed an entire building wonder if she even -can- burst.And she just keeps getting bigger.
Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, transformation
Text: As Shannon nervously stood before her, clad in a bathrobe, Margaret didn't know what to think. True, she had been acting strange recently, but it wasn't anything too out of the ordinary. On the contrary; considering how much her mood had improved and how often she was going out, Margaret could only assume that she had acquired one hell of a social life. Inviting her into her room like this, though, was simply awkward. "Shannon, what's going on?""I just wanted to..." She bowed her head for a few seconds before looking at Margaret again. "I just wanted to say goodbye.""'Goodbye?' Are you dropping out of college?"She nodded slowly. "A lot has happened to me these past few weeks, and I've done a lot of thinking about what I really want. Advertising isn't a part of it, not anymore.""But what are you going to do? Change majors? You can't get a good job these days without a degree, you realize.""I know." Shannon fell silent again for a few seconds. "Margaret, what do you want?""I want to graduate, get a job-"She shook her head. "No, I mean... what do you want more than that? Even if you can't make a living off of it, even if it's impossible... and what would you do if you could make it a reality?""That..." Margaret sighed. "I don't understand."Shannon nodded to herself before spreading her arms and letting the robe fall from her shoulders, revealing a purple latex two-piece and stockings. As Margaret looked on in confusion, a shiny red spot began to form on Shannon's abdomen, forming a band that quickly spread up and down across her body. As it reached her neck she closed her eyes, her hair and lips turning deep purple as the color rose up her cheeks and head. She opened her eyes - now a brilliant purple - and gestured to herself. "Maybe this will explain it."Margaret took a step back and stared, aghast. "...wh... what -are- you?""I'm... I'm my desires. I don't know how it happened, but deep down, this is what I really wanted.""No," she replied, shaking her head. "No, you're- look at yourself! You're not -you!- Whatever did this to you is messing with your head!""Margaret, I'm still the same person I always was. Just... different." Sighing, she gestured to her desk. "If you still don't believe that this is something I truly wanted, check my computer. You should find some... files and links that prove it."As Margaret looked at the computer Shannon walked onto the balcony, turning and leaning back against the railing. "I just wanted to give you a heads-up before I left. We haven't known each other that long but you've been really nice to me. If I'm in the area again I might drop by some time." She gave her a wan smile. "Well." She leaned back, tipping over the railing. "See you.""Wait!" Margaret sprinted forward as Shannon dropped out of sight. She reached the railing just as a huge red and purple balloon float up past her, drifting off into the midnight sky.
Tags: Belly Inflation, Female Inflation, Prose that Blows 5 - Taboo (2011)
Text: She had a few minutes before he came home, he was going to get a surprise on an upward scale she was sure. She knew about his fantasy and it placed a smile on her face whenever she looked at the pump in the corner... not exactly hidden but not overtly shown either but to her it was like a magnet. What would happen? Could it happen or would it just be a silly night of fun arousal for the two of them. Should she get her own disappointment out of the way so she could throw herself into the role?
She decided yes and dragged the bike pump towards the centre of her living room. She closed the curtains that looked on to the street and with bubbling excitement she did what she once considered unthinkable. She bit down on the hose and read the logo on the side of the pump... Air-Fill. She looked at the image of a woman which was wrapped around the cylinder, she had bought it because of the image of a distended figure of a woman and ironically she thought the woman looked just a little like her... just a little.
If he was going to be home on time she only had about three minutes to go, she had to do it now. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath while counting to three with both hands on the handle... one... two...
"Three!" she whispered, hose in her mouth and pushed downwards sharply.
At first it felt like her cheeks would burst from the sudden pressure but in less than a second that feeling was replaced by the indescribable feeling of a wish being fulfilled. She let go of the handle and used both hands to caress her burgeoning stomach. Looking down she saw that the pump had actually worked as advertised. Just one pump and already she was turning into a... no... no she wasn't like that yet, her stomach might have been shiny as latex rubber and perhaps as soft but she certainly hadn't done enough pumping to be considered as such.
How long had she been exploring her new figure? Too long, she had time maybe for another pump. She let go of her belly and felt the displaced air settling back to its position in her much rounder tummy. She grasped the handle and pulled the plunger back to its starting position hearing the pump suck some of the air in the room into its interior. Should she count down? No. Not this time.
The handle descended and air compressed as it travelled through the hose. She felt it enter her mouth and this time her cheeks didn't hurt, the air passed harmlessly into her system and her round tummy gained another couple of inches. It felt firm and soft as she caressed her shiny belly. As she stroked it she could hear a particular squeal of protest where her fingers dragged too long. He was going to be so turned on when he saw her.
There was a figure at the door, the sound of a key fiddling inside the lock... She beamed as the door opened and she could only think... how far would they go tonight?
Tags: Breast Inflation, Female Inflation, first person
Text: Another sunny day, another day sunning myself at my folks' place. I would go elsewhere but I never knew what circumstances might make me, well, grow. If I was in any other garment of clothing other than a bathing suit, I would be glad to wander out in the masses, bulging with air or not.
On this particular day, I was wearing my amber lycra bathing suit. It hugged my body tight--and in just the right places, so when I walked about it massaged and rubbed oh so delicately against my flesh. I had barely been out sunning myself on the back deck of my parents palatial palace when my mother asked me to retrieve something for her in the attic.
Okay, our home was an old two-story ranch with a walk-up attic, and when I stepped foot into the attic, I realized just how old the home was. I hadn't been up in the attic since I moved out three years ago, and some things I started digging through had been up there ever since I was born some twenty years prior to that. A thick layer of dust coated the entire room.
My mission was to find an old photo album that my grandfather wanted back. I started rummaging around, creating quite a stir. Dust flew everywhere. I felt a sneeze coming on and began to inhale, nostrils tickling. My suit became tight. I inhaled, wiggling my nose, trying to get the dust out, trying not to sneeze, but I couldn't quite control the forthcoming sneeze. I gulped in air, and my suit front bulged. My breasts were getting bigger and bigger. I couldn't help it! I brought a hand up and rubbed my nose and that cured me of the sneeze--but it had not helped my poor bosoms. The new amber lycra swimsuit had stretched but remained snug against my now enormous bust. I placed my hands on the big round growths, feeling my breasts' fullness. The suit was wonderfully taut and as I moved about testing it, I moaned. The suit, pulled tight against my skin, was arousing me in those pleasurable areas.
I sat down on a little wood bench that was once my grandfather's, stirring up the dust again. Another sneeze came on and I inhaled, nose wiggling and tickling. The amber suit grew tighter and tighter as my chest ballooned out bigger and bigger. I laid back and held my trembling inflating breasts as I inhaled and then--AH-CHOO!! I didn't deflate, but the whole earthshaking sneeze set off a chain reaction--my bust started quaking and heaving, which caused the beautiful amber suit to pull and rub, which caused me to cry out in orgasmic delight, which caused me to breath rapidly, which caused my whole body to start to inflate! The suit expanded as I grew larger and larger.
My mother called up and asked if I'd found the photos. I answered her, voice shaky, and told her I found the photo album but was looking at some other stuff and I'd be back down in a minute. It wasn't a lie. I had ballooned so large that it would take me several minutes to shrink back down to a workable, manageable size. The amber swim suit was the best suit yet--being able to contain a girl who was now the size of a weather balloon packed between floor and ceiling!
Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation
Text: Cyndi stared in total dismay at the image in the mirror. She watched in awe as her entire body began to balloon forth. Mostly her belly and breasts grew, but her legs and arms were also growing along with the rest of her. She had always wanted to be just a little bigger and maybe have some curves. This was another matter.
The pills had said to take 3 a day before workouts for maximum results. Cyndi, for some reason she could not fathom, was spontaneously inclined to swallow the entire bottle at once. She hadn't felt the least bit odd when she was changing into her workout gear though. How odd. She patted her massive belly as it slowly grew larger and larger and larger.
The strangest thing about it all was that she didn't mind this in the least. She was getting unbelievably huge and she didn't mind in the least. In fact, she hoped that she didn't stop. She ran her hands over her massive body, feeling it actually growing larger by the second. Her legs had become gigantic. Huge, thick, and fat, yet firm, just like she had always wanted them.
She imagined herself growing so huge, so massive that she would fill the city. Perhaps she would.
Tags: Belly Inflation, Male Inflation, blowkiss
Text: It was a cliche, but before Quint knew it he had fallen in love with his teacher.Of course it helped that they were both adults just out of college, Alex being Quint's swimming instructor. It also helped that Alex had a calming presence and a disarming personality, along with his tendency to wear form-fitting swim shorts and no shirt. That he was perpetually tanned was a boon as well, the sum of which meant that more often than not their "private lessons" became something more. Quint kind of preferred it when it happened, because he was honestly, truly unable to get the hang of moving in water."I really wanted to learn how to swim," Quint said as they sat on the edge of the pool. "Seventy percent of the planet is basically covered by a death hazard if you can't.""You just need a little more practice," Alex replied. "It-""You're trying to help, and I appreciate that, but I just don't think I'm meant to float."Alex opened his mouth to protest before closing it again, lapsing into thought. Finally he said, "I think I can do something about that.""How do you mean?"In reply Alex leaned over, gently taking Quint's head in his hands before moving in and kissing him. It was unexpected but not unwanted, and Quint returned it in kind, wondering what he meant. He didn't have long to wonder as, holding him steady, Alex took a deep breath and blew into him.Quint felt air flow -into- him, his body giving no resistance as his flat stomach swelled up to the size of a beer gut. Alex took a breath and blew again, and the tiles bordering the pool felt a little less hard as his backside widened, swim trunks growing tighter. As Alex continued to blow the air spread outward, torso growing barrel-shaped with full pecs, arms turning swollen and sausage-like, and thighs pressing against each other as his legs began feeling less heavy in the water.As Alex pulled away to catch his breath, Quint took stock of his body. At first glance he looked fat, but there was no sag or rolls to him anywhere; it was all smooth and taut. He pressed one chubby finger against the roll of his gut, the digit sinking in with little resistance. He looked over at Alex, noting that he was sitting two or three inches higher. "What did you do?""I think you can float now," he replied. "Try it out.""That-" He glanced at the water. "...sure, okay." Leaning forward, he did a mostly graceful dive into the pool, air-filled belly pushing up against him as it bobbed beneath the surface. He turned face-up, finding himself floating on his back with no effort on his part whatsoever, and he felt somehow both at ease and excited by it.After a few moments Alex joined him, swimming up beside him. "You see? It's easy.""Sure," Quint laughed, "if I've been blown up like a pool toy. I'm going to need someone to do this every time I get in trouble.""Really." Alex reached one arm over the swell of his body. "Well I guess I better stick by you, then."
Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Implied Popping
Text: Tristan was commander of the 7th legion of the Army Of Darkness. Tristan was a fair leader despite being in the AOD. Lakora was the number one ranking sorceress in Tristan's brigade. She had worked with Tristan on most of his battles, and hoped to some day conquer all with him. Lakora began to notice that Tristan was turning soft and to the side of good when he met an archer named Laura. She was a spy for the Army Of Light, and was trying to turn him to good. Tristan took a liking to Laura, and was beginning to turn his armies to the lighter side. Laura, in the name of evil, had to stop this.
Laura just got back to her quarters from deer hunting. She was dressed in her hunting outfit: black knee high boots, brown pants, thick black belt, and a green button down shirt. She was famished after the hunt, and ordered a servant to bring her dinner. She laid down on her bed and waited for her food to come.
"Here you go, Lady Laura."
A maid entered the room and brought Laura a glass of water and some venison.
"Thank you." Laura innocently replied as she took a sip of water. "This water tastes horrible!"
With a flash of light, the maid transformed into the sorceress, Lakora. She began to laugh vengefully.
"You think you can turn Tristan to the light! That won't be happening. You won't be alive to finish your work! That potion you drank will take care of you!"
Laura grabbed her stomach as an enormous pressure built up inside. Her shirt tightened as her belly bloated with gas. Her breasts began to swell up and press tightly against her shirt.
"What did you do to me!? I feel so bloated!"
Laura's belt was being pulled apart as her hips widened out with the building pressure. The crotch of her pants strained to hold her ballooning body. Her thighs filled up with gas and became inflated to incredible proportions. Her swelling belly tore her belt apart, bulging forward through her pants and shirt.
"Help! I'm getting too big! I'm going to burst!"
Her monstrous thighs tested the seams of her pants as they swelled near bursting. Her breasts were being contained by her shirt which was now too small, buttons ready to bust off.
"Stop! I'm going to explode! Ugh!!"
Despite the lack of room left in her straining, tight body, her belly was still being pumped with gas. Her whole bloated body stopped stretching as it reached it's limits. The pressure was building up. Her clothes were making stretching rubber sounds. It was coming.
"Oh no! I can't hold any more! Too much gas! Ugh... Too much... Ugh!!!"
Tags: Breast Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Clean Popping
Text: Tia ate all of the balloons she had left over. Meanwhile, Carrie had deflated some and her head now stuck out from her body.
"I don't think that's a good idea." She said.
"You seemed to like it. I want to try." Tia replied. She looked down at her breasts. They were still normal. "C'mon!" she started bouncing them up and down with her hands. "Why isn't this working?"
Carrie noticed that a balloon laid on the floor by Tia. "You missed one by your feet." She said.
Tia picked the pink balloon up. "I ate as many as you did." She said. "I counted to make sure."
"Maybe you dropped one." She said. "Wait! Didn't we pop some balloons too?"
"Yeah, you're right. I hope popping one will make it work." Tia blew air into the balloon.
Carrie felt the tingle in her body again. "Hey, I'm getting bigger!" She called out to Tia.
The balloon looked like it was ready to pop. I'll just pop this before I see what Carrie wants. Tia thought. Her chest heaved out again and she blew more air into the large balloon, but this time, her chest bulged outward with the inflation
of the balloon.
Carrie's head was pulled back into her body. "Will you quit it before I pop?!" she said in a muffled voice.
Tia paid no attention. The balloon towered over her, and her breasts now stuck out to the balloon's size. She didn't even notice her breasts were inflating. With each breath, both Carrie and Tia were ballooning. Then the balloon was touching the ceiling of their apartment, and so was Carrie. Tia's breasts were wedged between the floor and the balloon.
BANG
The balloon exploded in shards of rubber.
"Well I- What the-" Tia started but was then interupeted by two more BANGs. When they opened their eyes, their apartment was full of gigantic, colorful balloons. They each were laying one two.
"Well that was a trip!" Carrie said feeling her body.
"I guess we popped." Tia giggled squeezing one of the balloons she laid on.
Then Carrie hiccuped. A red balloon started inflating from her mouth. Tia gasped and then a blue one started from her mouth. As they breathed, the balloons inflated, and so did their breasts [again].
As their breasts quickly expanded along with the balloons, the balloons they laid on untied themselves, and stuck their mouths up their butt. Now their breasts were expanding twice as fast! Their breasts combined both ballooned up to fill the apartment. Then the balloons popped and their breasts did too. And then they realized that the room was full of balloons again. Carrie hiccuped again and another balloon came from her mouth.
"Oh no!" Tia screamed. They knew that the inflating wouldn't quit until they popped all the balloons they ate.
Tags: Breast Inflation, Female Inflation, first person
Text: I always seemed to have my most...interesting times when wearing my stretchy floral swimsuit. On another brilliantly sunny and most scrumptiously warm day, I was sunbathing out on my folks' back deck. It was rather late in the afternoon, and as I got up, I heard the mail truck approaching the house. Our mailman who was a sweet, older guy. I hadn't seen him in a few years, nor had he seen me. Leaning against our deck's fence, I decided to give him an eye full.
The truck stopped before the house and I waved to the man as he stepped from his vehicle. As he stopped and waved back, I smiled and breathed in deeply through my nose. Instantly I felt the skin of my breasts grow taut and my nipples fatten, pushing against the lining of the suit. The bathing suit top began to balloon out as my breasts started to expand. The mailman just stood there, not knowing what to think.
The garden hose was behind me and I picked it up as I gulped more air and my boobs pushed out further in the swim suit. Turning the water on, I put the hose in my mouth and the cool water joined with the air rushing in. My nipples popped up even larger. The mailman stood there, mesmerized, as my bulging bust not only ballooned out bigger and bigger but also hung suddenly heavy with the weight of the water. I let my breasts balloon until the swimsuit filled with my plumpened bosoms, then I dropped the hose. Still smiling, I walked across the lawn, my huge breasts bouncing and swaying from side to side. I stepped up to the mailman, nudging him with my big boobs.
"Hi! Remember me?" I asked.
"Uh, yes. But you were very little," he responded, eyes glued to my huge top, which swayed as I shifted my weight from foot to foot as if the grass was too hot.
"I've grown some," I giggled, my huge top heaving and bouncing.
He gave me the mail and got back in his truck, almost banging his head on the door frame. I waved, gigantic boobs quaking, as he drove away.
As I turned back to the house, almost being pulled sideways as my enormous breasts swayed, I noticed the fire department had left a fire hose hooked up to the fire hydrant near our neighbors driveway.
"Should I?" I deviously grinned, glancing at my already swollen bust.
What I did then is another story...
Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation
Text: I woke up at ten in the morning- the perfect time, really. Since the spherification procedure I always slept so well- it had made my life so much more comfortable. I wiggled in the bowl-shaped bed where I slept, my huge round body rubbing against the soft padded rim of the bed. "Good morning." I heard a soothing female voice- the house's computer had detected that I was awake. I decided I might as well get up- I had a party later that day to get ready for. "Morning procedure, please.""Yes, dear." The house responded. Robot arms ending in large padded hands reached towards me, gripping me firmly and lifting my helpless round body out of bed. They passed me to a large, mobile robot shaped like a stylized maid, who cradled me in her arms and carried me to the bathroom. There, the arms helped me use the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and carried me into the shower. I giggled as the jets of water hit me and sponge-tipped arms came down to wash me. I swear the process is designed to be as tickly as possible, and I'm certain the arms linger and rub certain places longer than they need to, but I'm not complaining. After washing me, the house toweled me off, brushed my hair, and gave me a light touch of makeup before carrying me to my wardrobe. "You decide." I told it, and it chose a massive bra and panties with frilly trim, under a huge, comfortable billowing sundress. As it dressed me, I took stock of my wardrobe- I had enormous dresses of every style, housewife-style 50s vintage outfits, flapper costumes, tight bodysuits, and even a few fetishy things like a maid outfit. After the house dressed me, it carried me to a bowl-like seat at the kitchen table- if had started breakfast when I woke up. I had it set for a big breakfast- why watch my figure when I was already a blimp?The robot maid set plates of eggs, pancakes, and greasy sausages down in front of me, and the arms picked up a fork and began to gently feed me. I obediently opened my mouth so the house to fork delicious mouthfuls of sausage into it, with another arm periodically attending me with a napkin. With that done, the arms carried me to the couch and turned on the TV. I used the mental control interface to flip through channels and check my email while thinking about the party later. Before I left, the house would get me ready- it would give me a heavy dusting of makeup and sculpt my hair into a high, enormous glamorous beehive, and it would take off my clothes and replace them with one of my fanciest dresses, complete with high heels and opera gloves. And it would complete this outfit with a huge hat and an absolutely massive fluffy fur coat. But this would be later.For now, though..."Pleasure routine, please." I asked. "Right away." The computer answered, and several arms began to reach towards me. Some ended in long vibrating protrusions and some ended in clusters of feathers. I blushed and prepared myself.
Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, inhale
Text: The woman shoved open the side door of the plane, the sputtering engine spewing a trail of smoke into her face. Coughing, she leapt out, falling into the skies as her craft listed away from her towards the ground. Reaching to the strap on her shoulder, she yanked on her parachute's cord.
Nothing.
Reaching down, she took hold of the emergency cord and gave it a sharp tug.
Still nothing.
Fear gripped her as she pulled desperately at the cords, the wind whipping past her. She was high up, but all that meant was there was more time before she met her fate. With no other options, she spread her limbs to slow her fall, took a deep breath... and kept taking it.
Her torso puffed out, going from slim to barrel-shaped in an instant as her form strained against the buckles. The straps creaked under the growing pressure, her body bulging further and further before they gave out entirely. As the useless parachute was pulled off into the blue her body surged outward, gaining a few more inches all around. She leaned downward as she fell, the rush of air down her throat complimenting her inhalation.
As the ground grew closer she grew larger and more desperate to avoid her fate. Her flight suit began pressing against her belly, then her sides, then her ass, arms and legs; it wasn't until she felt it constraining her keeping her from inflating that she looked at herself to see what the trouble was and saw how large she had gotten: Three feet around, with conical arms wider than her waist was normally.
Sucking down air, she flexed her arms and legs as best she could, squeezing it into the rest of her body. She felt a series of pops throughout the suit and redoubled her efforts, pulling in more air. The overtaxed seams gave out soon after, ripping apart and exposing her smooth, pale skin.
Finally unconstrained, the woman resumed her desperate efforts, ballooning at an incredible pace. The flight suit was torn to shreds as inches were added to her spherical waistline in seconds, her arms and legs pulled into her as she grew until her hands and feet were indented into her sides, the remains of her flight suit still dangling from them. Her mind lost to anything but panic, she edged ever larger, hoping that even a few more inches might save her from her fate.
As the ground came upon her she took one last gulp of air, squeezing her eyes shut in preparation for the inevitable. Knuckles white from tension, she landed belly-first on the field. ...then gently bounced off the ground, floating into the air a few feet before coming back down. Rolled along by the breeze she eventually came to rest, head-up, against a small grass-covered hill.
The woman slowly opened one eye before looking around in surprise, the pleasant tension of her skin and the sun's warmth on her body reminding her that yes, she made it.
"...huh."
Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, inhale
Text: I remember one time I went to a local amusement park with my friends. Our agenda for the day was fun--and eating cotton candy until we felt ready to explode. I wanted to go on the big rollercoaster, but none of my friends wanted to go on the thing with me, so I went by myself.
I ended up getting in the very back car and the rollercoaster ride began. I love coaster rides and always scream my head off. The cars went up, up, up to the peak of the first railed hill, then...ZOOOOOSH! Down the hill like a bullet. My mouth was open and screaming bloody terror all the way.
Unfortunately, I didn't know the experience would make me inflate!
All the air rushing against me--and me with my mouth wide open, screaming--caused my body to plumpen. After the first hill I found myself wedged into my seat rather snugly, my bloating breasts rubbing against the restraining harness that held me in place. The line of cars bucked and rolled along the rails and met another rise, going up, up, up, then...ZOOOOOSH! Down the other side again. I was crying out, less from the terror of the zooming ride and more from the fact that, with all that air rushing into me, I was getting huge in a hurry.
I looked ahead to the upcoming track; there were three or four more up- and downhill slopes yet to go. The ride continued and I found I couldn't stop crying and screaming--I was panicking hard, and as a result never closed my mouth. My body expanded larger and larger, swelling wider and broader as the air rushed into me. My breasts and belly grew so large and shoved against the harness so hard that I feared the restraint might break, sending me sailing off into the wild blue.
The ride finally ended after what seemed like hours, even though it probably lasted a minute or two. When the ride coordinators came to unharness me they found a very plump girl with belly and huge boobs squeezing out on all sides of the little coaster car. They actually had the gall to yell at me (after they unstuffed me from the car) saying pregnant women are not supposed to ride rollercoasters. I didn't say anything; what could I say? I just turned red and waddled away, jiggling and bouncing like a big carnival balloon.
I was just glad I hadn't ridden in the very front car...
Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Clean Popping, bedroom, bursting
Text: Tight. So very, very tight.
The tank hissed, then ebbed away into silence as the flow of compressed air was cut. She whined, barely audible; her body groaned, deafening. It glistened under the campfire-orange mood lighting as beads of sweat clung like fresh morning dew. A vast delta of veins stretched across her expanse, crisscrossed by long stretch marks across her belly and sides. A wide, smooth, continuous curve, bereft of breasts or anything else human, apart from a few divots: a pair of bloated hands, two swollen feet, one tiny head. You could just see through her.
With every quivering, shallow breath, she caught the flowering smell of sex and Febreze in the air. Her heart raced with every groan; its every palpitation, its every beat pulsing like a finger tapping on the skin of a drum. Every pulse felt strong enough to bust her open. She poked her tongue out from between her lips, testing her limits. Seemed safe. She licked her lips and swallowed by accident
her body shrieked; she closed her eyes and waited for the bang. Nothing yet. She opened her eyes and continued staring at the beige ceiling her body pressed into. Some of her brunette hair covered her face
nothing she could do about it, now. All she could do was sit and wait, listen and feel, passive; powerless. Helpless against whatever whim he fancied.
And she was tight. So very, extremely, torturously, unbearably, agonizingly, tight. The brush of a feather would be enough to rip her open.
He brushed his fingers against her side
a bevy of creaks following
and marveled. He pumped her bigger than he ever hoped, bigger than she ever thought possible. Pumped her 'til she was Gigantic; Colossal; Enormous; Room-sized. There was so little space, he had to lean into the corner so his face wouldn't press into her quivering surface. But why do that? She was a balloon
his balloon.
"Just a bit more. She can handle it."
He opened the tank by a hair's breadth.
She screamed. Every molecule packed into her was one too many, racing and pounding against her body, begging for release. Against her lower belly, another pulse throbbed, burning into her like a brand. Pressing in, pushing out
an ebb and a flow, a rising tide. Warm blood and cold gas. She held her breath, groaned with the rising crescendo of her body as its elasticity met its limit. The pressure jumped and pushed outward, against the walls, against him. A final thrust
she felt something hot Bam!