Room 12

“Right this way.”

He followed her down the stark, fluorescent hallway. It gave no indication of what lied behind the doors they were passing, but their secrets were not his to know; no place typified “to each their own” more than this. And while skeptical, he wanted the rumors to be true. He’d certainly paid enough to find out for himself.

The assistant stopped at Room 12. “Enjoy,” she said with a small smile. Was it meaningful? Did she know the details of his order? He didn’t know what to say, but she took his silent nod as a dismissal and returned down the hall.

He entered Room 12.

Inside, he found a dimly illuminated art deco suite, as requested. She sat on the edge of the bed; he drank her in from top to bottom. Luscious red hair, undulating in wavy cascades down to her shoulders. Impossibly round and large breasts, a slim waist, generous hips, draped in a silk robe. For him, lust incarnate.

“Hello,” he said slowly. “What’s your name?”

“You already know,” she purred with a smile. Clever, challenging — as requested. She rose slowly, then meticulously removed his jacket, his tie, his belt, never breaking eye contact. His breathing became ragged; he had never been so excited.

She let her own robe fall to the floor and led him to the bed. “Are you ready?” she asked, but she had already felt his answer. He gently entered her; both let out a gasp.

He began thrusting, and heard it immediately – hissing. With each thrust, a whisper of moving air. Eyes closed, she tilted her head back on the pillow, cherishing the first moments.

“Yes,” she said quietly. But her voice took on a different tone as she met his incredulous gaze and repeated. “Yes.” It was both reassurance and permission. This can happen. This is happening.

He began to feel her swell beneath him. Her warm skin pressed against his, making firmer contact with every thrust. Her breasts pushed against his chest, two slowly inflating balloons. He felt every subtle increase.

Her waist offered increasing resistance against his stomach. He shifted position to allow room for her to expand beneath him, but she simply filled that space as well. He glanced at her face; with closed eyes and a wide smile, she was clearly enthralled. As requested.

He ran his hand down her side, tracing an hourglass line from enlarged bosom to exaggerated hips. The pressure mounting below him exquisitely; he dreamed of seeing a woman inflate, but the reality was better to feel.

His senses were reeling; he knew had little time left. He quickened the pace; she gasped as the hissing grew louder. The pressure mounted beneath him; her fingers dug into his back, trying to hold him close even as the rest of her swelling body deliberately pushed him away. Her skin felt firmer; the pressure, much higher. She felt…full.

“YES,” she gasped, with urgency.

And he agreed.