How Exactly WOULD I Inflate You?

What an inopportune day for you. You had randomly decided to go wandering through a construction site, only to get both your feet stuck in quick drying cement. Struggling within the solidifying mass, you were inevitably stuck. Worse, however, was that you were directly in the path of a streamroller headed your way. Frantically attempting to remove yourself from its path, your efforts were indeed in vain as the gargantuan wheel rolled over you, crushing you into a comical pancake. As the machine passed over you, its driver noticed a discrepency in the steamroller's path. Halting and exiting the machine, she gasped as she came upon your flattened form. Panicking, she looked over to a nearby table of supplies and managed to spot out an air pump. Hastily grabbing the device and running back over to you, she inserted one end of the tube into your two-dimensional mouth, planting the pump on the ground. Proceeding to push the handle of the pump up and down frantically, your form began to rise off the ground as it gradually regained its three-dimensional form. Though, once you were moderately back to normal, she didn't stop there. She was still panicking, trying to get your form back to normal. In her haste, she began pumping you more than full, as your body began to round out with air. You waved your arms frantically about you, trying to get her to stop, but she didn't get the message. Said arms began to fatten up with air as your abdomen bloated out further. Your futile clothes immediately burst, falling to shreds once you had exceeded their capacities of mass. You began to rise higher into the air, looking more like a nude, fleshy balloon than a human. Your face turned a cherry shade of red as you blushed immensely at your current situation. Other construction workers began to take notice of your levitating, swollen form. Some laughed, others pointed, some took pictures, and others did a combination of two or even all three. As your inflator began to pant, out of breath from unintentionally pumping you full, she turned to look at you and freaked out. Looking around, she grabbed a nearby rope and attempted to lasso it around your swelling form. Unfortunately, the only thing the rope managed to grab hold of was your bloated member. You both blushed immensely as she darted out of the construction site, dragging your hovering blimp of a body away from the area and managing to get you out of public sight, but not before your swollen form passed by a large number of pedestrians. They too laughed at your comedic form, your expanded body swirling through the air like a human balloon. What a day...

Guiding you into the ivory-tiled room, the doctor's veiled appearance concerned you. Through a gas mask, he spoke to you stoicly.

"Alright, right through here. The serum we're testing could yield some very interesting results. And don't try backing out of it now. You signed up for this, remember?"

You did. You were low on cash, and offering yourself up as a test subject was the only option left. The doctor grabbed a syringe filled with a strange pink fluid from a nearby shelf, not hesitating remotely as he plunged the needle into your arm. You clenched your teeth in subsiding pain as the doctor injected the fluid into your arm. Pulling the needle away, he placed the empty syringe back on the shelf and nodded to you.

"Okay, now just take a seat and wait for the effects to kick in."

As the doctor left the room, you stumbled towards a nearby sea-foam white chair, plopping yourself down in a partially dazed state. Suddenly, you felt a surge of pressure within your lower abdomen. Your coat began to stretch forward as your stomach started to swell. You gripped the chair's arms uneasily, holding onto them for dear life as your belly grew larger. Inside your stomach, you felt some kind of movement, almost like something squirming around in there, but you couldn't tell. Your stomach continued to bloat as your coat creaked and strained against your bulging belly. After a while, a tear appeared vertically across the front of your coat, revealing your popped belly button and the turgid flesh around it. The rip got bigger and bigger alongside your swelling belly until your entire stomach surged out of it, the ungainly orb of flesh piling into your lap. For some reason, you felt aroused from what was happening to you. You involuntarily moaned as your belly got bigger and bigger, bigger and bigger. It creaked and groaned, gurgled and sloshed. The chair strained against your massive girth as you felt a surge of horniness flow through you. Your blubbery stomach continued to grow until it reached twice the size of an exercise ball. Your planet of a stomach felt taut as all hell, and you felt the urgent need to pleasure yourself in this erotic state. You rubbed it furiously with your arms, feeling the strained flesh creak at your touch. In turn, your massive gut sent reverberations of stimuli throughout your whole body, making you orgasm greatly. Weighed down in your incarcerating seat by your massive, bulbous belly, you released a sexually frustrated sigh and moan as you wriggled helplessly for quite some time.

You woke up tied to a blunt, wooden chair with shoddy ropes. You groggily struggled against your bindings, only to be hushed by my apprehensive presence.

"Now now. Don't fight what's to come."

I was dressed in a concealing, ebony garb, making my appearance ominous if not downright unsettling. You gaze me a bewildering look, only for me to raise my hand in response.

"You've been straining yourself. Dieting and forcing your body against its own will. You shouldn't do that."

You glared at my apparently cocky nature, continuing to struggle against your bindings. I tsked.

"I'm going to help you see what you really are, and lift the blinds from your eyes."

Walking over to a corner of the dark room, I pulled out a large tray of various assorted foodstuffs, ranging from exotic dishes to your very favorite. At first, your mouth watered at the sight of all of it, but you soon regained your composure, resuming your glare. I chuckled.

"Now, I shall inflict the retribution that you so justly have earned."

Taking a bowl of mashed potatoes from the tray, I lifted them over to you and attempted to feed you, but you wouldn't have any of it. At every opportunity, you either spit at me or moved your head away. I tsked again.

"Very well. I came prepared for resistance."

Pulling an orange syringe from my coat, I deftly plunged it into your exposed arm before you had a chance to react. As I injected the serum into your blood stream, you yelped in the pain of wounded flesh, but it was soon replaced by the pain of hunger. You salivated once more, staring right into the very food that you had once rejected. I grinned under my veil, raising it to you once more. You opened your mouth greedily, biting at it as it was just out of your maw's reach. Soon, I was able to feed it to you without the resistance from earlier. You happily gulped it down, no longer straining against your bindings. Feeding you spoonful by spoonful, your stomach ever-so gradually swelled, pressing up against your shirt and ropes alike. As you polished off the mashed potatoes, I held up the nearly empty plate to your mouth as you licked it clean in your gluttonous trance. Striding back over to the tray, I placed the dish down and revealed an entirely new one: Macaroni and cheese. You eyed the food hungrily, licking your lips in an overwhelming desire to shovel it all down your throat. I chuckled at your gluttony.

"Don't think we'll be needing these anymore, now will we?"

Pulling a knife from my coat, I cut straight through the ropes binding you, effectively freeing you from your apprehension. You wanted to get up, but both your brain and gut said otherwise. More specifically, they said "No. Stay. Sit down. Eat. Get fat." And you helplessly obeyed. I placed the bowl of mac and cheese in your lap, even going so far as to provide you a silver utensil. But you were far beyond those at this point. Or rather, they were beyond you. You attacked the foodstuff with your palms, shovelling handfuls into your mouth as your stomach swelled even more. Your plump breasts swelled slightly, but the two orbs were nothing compared to your belly. The serum afflicting your mind seemed to dull any kind of stomach ache within your bowels as well. By the time you were finished, the bowl had been licked clean and your stomach had bloated further, effectively giving you the elusion of looking 9 months pregnant. You belched as I returned the empty platter to the tray, providing you with another foodstuff. Again, you greedily piled the dish into your mouth, stuffing yourself greedily with the meal. Your gut bloated further, your skin taut with digesting footstuffs. Your loose shirt began to ride up your swelling gut as your bulbous flesh became exposed. All that came from it was a light blush across your cheeks as you continued stuffing your face with food. As you finished, I didn't even bother taking the dish away this time. You merely let it drop to the ground as I presented you with a new one. Once more, you piled the food into your mouth hungrily. Your belly bloated to the point of acting as a table, larger than an exercise ball at this point. It creaked and groaned, filled to the brim with food. You felt extremely ungainly, and you loved it. The feeling of being so full, so round and huge. It was sensualizing; orgasmic, even. It wasn't long before the wooden chair, straining as it supported your increasing girth, collapsed under your swollen mass. You collapsed to the floor, barely noticing the change as you finished your next dish. Emitting a belch, your huge gut gurgled as I presented you with more food. Once more, you gobbled up the meal ravenously, your arms and legs beginning to fatten up as well. Though, no matter how much they grew, they could never amass to the same greatness of your abdomen. The bulbous, ballooning mass that was your belly had been stretched thin, bloated beyond the point of two exercise balls. As you shovelled delicious food into your mouth, I took the opportunity to press my hands up against your swelling mass, which only added to your orgasmic sensation as your imperial gut was massaged. I let out another chuckle at your gargantuan form.

"Look at you now. So big and healthy."

I ran a finger down the balloon that was your stomach as you shuddered, moaning from the combined sensations of my touch and your food.

"Maybe a bit too healthy, honestly."

The wooden floor itself began to creak under your titanic weight. Your stomach shuddered, taut and full, as it continued to bloat from your induced constant gorging. As you finished off your current meal, you laid back, looking over your mountain of a gut as it sloshed, churned, and jiggled from the bodily motion. It almost reached the ceiling of the room at this point. As I walked around the centerpiece of the room (your belly), I poked one of your now massive breasts. They were the size of beachballs each, and they jiggled and wobbled at the slightest touch, not to mention the fact that they provided you with immense pleasure at the slightest sensation. Revealing a pitcher of milk from behind my back, I raised it towards you and chuckled.

"You look a bit thirsty, big girl. Cheers, to the worlds biggest and most beautiful babe."

You got the message, you opened your mouth wide, even motioning with your chubby arm in a pointed gesture to pour it right in. I complied at your will, dumping the milk into your eager mouth. You swallowed greedily, the ivory fluid filling your already massive stomach. It sloshed, churned, gurgled, groaned, creaked, and swelled. Bigger and bigger. You wanted to be bigger at this point. You wanted to dominate everyone else with your mass and your mass alone. As you gulped down the milk, your ungainly stomach began to creak to a dangerous extent, stretching itself thin across the titanic orb that was your gut. This seemed to snap you out of your trance, and as you finished gulping down the rest of the milk, licked your lips, and belched, you looked upon your behemoth of a stomach. Gasping, you suddenly felt a massive pain emanate from your belly. Wincing, you grit your teeth in agony. Taking noticed of this, I smiled, moving around to the side of your massive gut and pressing into it with my palms, massaging it once more. You involuntarily moaned at my touch and your relief, closing your eyes and focusing on just how big you were. Your stomach was the size of atleast five exercise balls, your breasts one each. Your limbs were fat and chubby, and you felt like a swollen, bloated blob of flesh. Your gut groaned and churned at my sensual touch as I kneaded deep into your stomach, taunting you as I did so.

"Look at you now. Such a big girl. You did very good today. You certainly deserve this."

You moaned, smiling as you let out several belches from the relieved pressure within your stomach. I chuckled a final time, whispering to you.

"I hope you have room for dessert in a bit."

Your eyes shot open in worry.