Sarah's Inflation

Sarah hummed tunelessly as she vacuumed. She was a new mom at 25, and wanted the house to look perfect for her visiting neighbors.


As a new mom, she had barely any time on her hands, but with her husband and son out of the house for a weekend, she felt confident that she could get the house tidy so she could finally be a proper house for her friends.


That was until the vacuum started to smoke, the smell of burning plastic filling the house.


“Ugh! Out of all the days for this to happen…” Sarah hoisted up the broken vacuum and moved it outside.


Dusting off her hands, she ventured into the basement, remembering another vacuum that had been a christmas gift from her husband’s parents.


Sarah was a pretty woman, by no mistake. Lithe and slim, with small, firm breasts and good hips, she was very pleased with her body. She had even been able to get rid of the extra pounds she’d gained during pregnancy, although her hips were wider.


Still she could fit into her old outfits. Today, she was wearing her favorite pair of brown boots, some brown slacks with decorative red lacing up the thighs, and a sleeveless, low-cut, red shirt with a tan vest on top.


After rooting in the cellar for a while, Sarah found the vacuum. It was a weird make, with some foreign language printed on the side that she couldn’t quite figure out. Sighing, she hauled the machine up to her living room to give it a shot.


Sarah plugged the vacuum into a power outlet on the wall and bent over to try and read and figure out the instructions.


Despite her searching, Sarah could not figure out what all the controls meant. There was no explicit “on and off” switch, just a dial and a long series of buttons, almost like a remote control. The instructions went from incomprehensible pictographs to incomprehensible words.


Pursing her lips in frustration, Sarah grabbed the knob and cranked it to the right. The vacuum whirred to life, but there was no suction power, the machine was actually blowing outwards.


“What the hell…” Sarah muttered under her breath. The dial only proved to control the power of the vacuum, so Sarah turned to the button pad, pressing the only symbol she could partially recognise: a circle.


When she pushed it, the vacuum’s hose jumped a little. Sarah’s heart leapt for a second, but she went down to grab it nonetheless. As soon as she touched it, though, the hose lashed towards her face, sticking its end right into her mouth!


“Mmph!” Sarah tried to yank the hose free, but somehow she couldn’t budge it!


Her cheeks puffed up with air but they soon reached their capacity. Sarah soon found herself being forced to gulp down swallows of air as the vacuum forced more and more down her throat.


Sarah groaned and placed a hand on her belly. She could feel it getting fuller and fuller by the moment as she swallowed more air. Gas was bubbling through her intestines and her stomach was swelling and rumbling. Soon, she was as big as when she was nine month pregnant, a feeling that she had not wanted to experience again so soon!


Her shirt was pushed up so the only thing it could cover was her breasts. She cupped her swelling gut with both her hands, trying to push it back to a flat position, but it was like trying to crush a basketball.


Sarah was helpless as she swelled. The hose was stuck in her mouth, and attempts to turn the vacuum off proved fruitless. Anytime she touched the dail, she only made the vacuum blow hander. Even the plug was stuck in the wall, immovable.


The new mother was absolutely gravid now, her belly well past what it had been when she was pregnant, sticking out in front of her like a torpedo. That wasn’t the only thing that was growing, though.


As Sarah bent over to give the vacuum cleaner’s controls another go, she felt the seat of her pants rip. She stood upright, and looked over her shoulders to see that her ass, always well-toned and petite, was now so big that it had overflowed her pants. She reached back and found that her ass was just as swollen as her belly, tight like a balloon.


Sarah shifted her weight, grimacing as she felt her thigh-gap lesson and lesson until her legs were rubbing against one another. Her pants tore a little at the inside of the thigh, and little diamonds of flesh popped through the lacing, all as her belly, ass, and hips overflowed her waistband, making her look like a fat, human muffin.


Soon, Sarah felt a tightening sensation in her chest. A quick feel proved that her boobs were inflating as well, forming deep cleavage. Her nipples hardened and swelled against her bra, and the single button that held her vest together strained and popped off, hitting the wall with a “clack!”.


Even her arms and legs were blowing up, turning from thin, well-muscled limbs to fat appendages within moments. Her attempts at turning off the vacuum turned to fumblings as her hands swelled, and she felt her favorite boots constrict and tear away as her feet bloated up.


Sarah groaned as she slowly stood up, not from her own volition, but because her legs were becoming too fat to bend. Her pants popped and tore away as she moved, leaving her in nothing but underwear from the waist town, underwear that was so overstretched and consumed by her ass that it might have been a g-string at this point.


She felt her shirt rip down the back and then spring off, baring her breasts which were so big they had outgrown her bra minutes ago. Sarah shivered as cold air caressed her nipples. She tried to cover them with her hands, but she found that her arms were too stiff and swollen to move from their position at her side.


Sarah looked around the room, unable to move anything but her eyes at this point. Her breasts had grown so large that they were starting to obscure her vision. She craned her neck to look behind her, only to find that her back had swollen as well, grown almost as round as her belly, broken only by the crack of her ginormous ass.


Sarah stood and swelled, her limbs slowly but surely becoming thicker, fatter, and shorter. Soon, she was reduced to a near-spherical shape, with little mounds of flesh where her arms and legs once were, topped by fat hands and feet.


Even her neck hadn’t been saved. As the minutes ticked by, her neck was slowly consumed by her huge body, drawing her head into a divot on the mound of flesh where her shoulders once were.


Sarah gave a start as she felt her ass push against something hard. It took her a minute, but she realized that it was the wall of her living room! She groaned, realizing that she had gotten so big that she was beginning to outgrow her house.


Her tits began to press against the wall she was facing soon after, her body flubbing over the vacuum in the process, but still, Sarah grew.


The mother’s back pushed against the ceiling next, and her tits each burst through the windows, revealing her swollen, pink nipples. Sarah felt the drywall crack as she swelled, raining dust all over her.


Sarah was drum tight now. She couldn’t even imagine how she looked. A huge blimp of a woman, completely nude and straining against the confines of the biggest room in her house. She wasn’t even sure anyone could see her head at this point, it was so sunken into her body.


She clenched her fists and grit her teeth as the framing of her house began to creak. Sarah desperately hoped that the construction wasn’t as sound as the realtor had made it out to be.

Her flesh bulged through the planks that made up the inner walls of her house. She could feel the vinyl shingling outside warp as her gut and ass pressed against it.


Sarah let out a long whine through the vacuum’s whirring, and just as she felt like she couldn’t take it anymore…


Boom!


The walls of the house exploded out in all directions, hurling debris a hundred yards away. Sarah’s body instantly rounded out again, save for her two massive breasts which had kept some semblance of their shape throughout all of this.


Even the vacuum finally stopped running, falling lifeless from her mouth.


Sarah almost cried for joy as she was finally relieved of the ever-increasing pressure. She didn't care that she was over twenty feet tall, or a huge balloon, she just wasn’t growing anymore, and that was enough!


Then, she felt a pair of hands on her rump.


Sarah’s eyes shot open. “The neighbors!” she said through her fat lips.


Slowly, she was rolled down to a position where she could see her friends.


“Oh my god. It’s Sarah.” One of her friends, Kimberly, said, cupping a hand over her mouth.


“W-what happened to you?” Asked Martha, another one of the neighbors.


“Um, something to do with a vacuum…” Sarah replied. “Do you mind calling my Husband, he might need to know that dinner won't be ready by six tonight…”