Chapter #8Things in the Night by: Flan-Tie   Though it had been a very interesting day so far, it had been rather long too. Exhausted, and figuring she'd have plenty of time tomorrow for more experimenting, Monica waddled to bed with her bloated belly. She lay on the soft mattress, without even bothering to remove her clothes and change into PJs. She closed her eyes for only a moment, but that was all it took before she drifted into a deep sleep.
As she lay sleeping, however, the balloons on her floor began to stir. 'Twas not from a breeze but on their own accord. They seemed to be attracted to the large balloon that lay on the bed. Slowly they drifted and floated towards Monica, looking for somewhere they could deflate themselves into to.
One of the balloons rubbed gently against her panties underneath her skirt. Though it elicited a soft moan from Monica, it hadn't woken her. Another traveled to the crest of her stomach and pressed itself against her bellybutton. Quietly, the balloon emptied its contents until it had completely deflated, whereupon another balloon took its place.
The balloons repeated this cycle until every last one had emptied itself. Monica had been inflated back to her previous proportions. Her watermelon breasts strained against her shirt, her ass had blimped beneath her skirt and her massive stomach towered more than two feet above her now.
The balloons hadn't finished, however. Unfortunately for Monica, she had a habit of sleeping with her mouth wide open. The ten balloons she had swallowed earlier began crawling like slugs towards her gaping maw. One by one, they made their way in and worked themselves down her throat.
Now, every breath Monica took that night would inflate her tenfold.
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As Monica slowly opened her eyes, she immediately knew something wasn't right. Her first sight was of her own breasts, towering over her head. She immediately turned her head and saw all of the balloons she had inflated last night were empty. When she spied herself in her dresser's mirror, she figured out why.
She could think of no other word than "gigantic" to describe herself. Monica's nighttime ordeal had expanded her into a near complete sphere five feet wide with two beach ball sized breasts. Her clothes had long since ripped and lay in ruins around her. Though her silky purple bra had survived and was holding on for all its worth, Monica found it slightly peculiar that her balloon printed panties had stretched comfortably, showing absolutely no signs of strain at all.
The initial shock of the situation wearing off, Monica began to enjoy her new shape. She felt absolutely stuffed, full and tight, but in an enjoyable way. Her hands and feet had nearly disappeared into the globe she was, but that didn't stop her from trying to touch her body wherever she could. She could hardly manage to even wiggle, though the movements caused the soft white cotton of her panties to rub against her engorged clit. She reveled in the sensation, realizing just how much more sensitive her body had become.
She couldn't help it. She wanted to get bigger. It could only feel that much better, right?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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