Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Clean Popping, first person, gum
Text: Being the gum connoisseur that I am and blueberry being my favorite flavor, when Malabar came out with a "new, exciting flavor: a burst of blueberry in ever bite", I just couldn't resist. I stood outside the newsstand eagerly tapping my foot as the man opened the shipment box, the first shipment to come to my area and I was right there at the front of the line, money already counted. I bought three or four packs of the gum right away and ran off with them. As I began the long walk back to my apartment, I opened the package and slipped the gum into my mouth. At first it was like any other gum, but as I continued chewing, the flavor got stronger and stronger. Sure it was pink and had the texture of any other gum, but the taste, oh the taste was far superior to anything I'd touched before. As quickly as the flavor rose, filling me with a burst of excitement and energy and maybe even something else, it subsided again. I spat the gum into a trash can and popped another piece into my mouth. This stick, it seemed, if possible, was even better than the last. Again it was gone too quickly and again I popped another, superior stick in. This continued until I removed the last stick of gum from the package and glanced down at the empty remains, just about to throw it in the trash. "Do not consume more than 1 stick of gum per hour or more than one pack in a day.", the package clearly read. Confused and slightly apprehensive, I threw the package into the bin and continued walking.
The next thing I knew, almost unconsciously, I placed the gum I had been holding into my mouth. The flavor was so strong and wonderful I decided I didn't care about the warning. I finished that stick and opened my next package. I placed the next piece in my mouth and began to blow bubbles with it, little ones at first, then larger and larger ones; I was so concentrated on my bubbles and following the sidewalk path that it wasn't until I'd blown one the size of my head that I really felt it. With one big burst I blew out this enormous bubble and felt a strange somewhat painful stretching sensation in my body. As I moved my hands down my side, I felt a distinct bulge in my hips that I was sure hadn't been there a few moments ago. As my bubble popped, the swelling went down somewhat, but I didn't know what to make of it.
I quickened my pace homeward and spat out the gum. The sensation subsided more at this point but my hips were definitely larger than they had been originally. I slipped another piece into my mouth and tried not to blow bubbles, but after a while my curiosity got the best of me. I ducked into a nearby alleyway to check out my new discovery. Looking at my rear, I blew a small bubble and watched it expand slightly. Shocked and excited, I blew another, bigger one and watched it expand more. Each time, when the bubble was gone, my ass remained larger than it had been the time before. I tried blowing an even larger one, but the stress was too much at this point for my body to handle. I could see my pink pvc miniskirt stretching as much as it possibly could and squeaking as if to beg my mercy. My thighs were expanding too. With a large bubble I could see them inflate to the point that they stuck out well beyond the skirt's containment, bunches of fat threatening to break through the black fishnets I was wearing and spilling over the sides of my boots. Desperately, I tried to pull at my skirt so that it would cover me, running further and further into the alley where no one could see my shame.
Something in me kept me chewing the whole time, the pleasurable sensation that came from blowing these bubbles and feeling my expansion outweighed my fright, intense as it was. I stood, back to the side of a brick building, in the furthest corner of the alleyway and continued blowing my bubble. Finally I got a really good one going and blew it bigger and bigger, expanding with every puff. What had once been merely a cartoonishly large ass was now joined by enormous thighs (somehow still covered by unbroken, though very stretched, fishnets) and huge calves, calves which had already broken out of my boots. I used each foot to help the other remove the remnants of the boots, kicking them to the side of the ally in relief. But this relief was short-lived. As I continued blowing into my bubble, fearful but thrilled at the same time and intrigued by my rapidly developing body, my stomach began to bloat outwards as well and breasts started expanding more rapidly than any of the rest. The gothic corseted shirt I had been wearing began to snap off, button by button popping all the way down my back as I blew into that pink sphere in front of me. Soon the rest of my shirt burst open as well, leaving me frightened in only a black lace bra, bursting at its seams as well, and that double layer pvc miniskirt, really holding up to what I'd paid for it. I could feel my round belly protruding as if I were pregnant but couldn't see it over my heaving breasts, now more than three times their original (not so tiny) size. The bubble I'd blown was now well over twice the size of my head and seemed to threaten to lift me off of the ground at any moment with its vast propensity. I blew once more into it with all of my might and felt myself expand gloriously bursting out of all constraints...and then...
...I was gone.
Just some inconspicuous shredded clothing in an alleyway, a pair of nice albeit damaged boots, a rather large splotch of pink bubble gum on the pavement and wall,
...and two packages of unopened Malabar, somehow untouched by the gum or grime around them, waiting in spotless glittering pink and purple packages on top of everything else, awaiting their next victim, ...whoever she might be.