Charlie sighed, fingers idly drumming on the table.
It was rare that she got a moment of peace these days, even if the Hotel wasn't technically up and running.
Niffty flitted around all over the place, cleaning this and that, Vaggie barked order, filled out forms, and occupied herself with whatever work she could find...
Angel mostly just lazed about, or tried to come up with new and creative ways to wind up the moth woman.
Husk mostly just slept, drank or groused whenever Al showed up...

And, of course, she herself still tried desperately to sell the idea of the hotel, but after the fiasco at 666 News, even less people seemed to take her seriously than before.
If she wasn't laughed out on the spot, they'd try to treat her like a sucker.
She wasn't born yesterday, though, and had turned down many a conman, drug dealer or pimp who just wanted to turn her project into their new crib.
It was all wearing her down, to the point where even Vaggie's doting and... Other ministrations couldn't really raise her spirits.
She felt frustrated and downcast.
Deflated, even...


...She hung on that last thought, for a moment. Sitting up straight, she quietly opened the drawer, and plucked something from within - or rather, from the underside of the desk.
It was a hardbound notebook she kept around - ostensibly a diary, but in reality, it was filled with all sorts of sketches and doodles.
Some more realistic...
...others a touch more... Experimental.
Grabbing a pencil, she resumed her drawing.

It had been, what, a week since she last opened the notebook?

Honestly, it felt like a month.


The drawing was a somewhat crude representation of herself. She skimmed over detailed facial features and getting her proportions right (thus, ending up resembling Niffty more than herself, in terms of size) in favor
of more notable details, such as her clothes and hair.
Her doodle-self wore an expression of... Anguish? Discomfort?
...Pleasure?
It stood, hunched over, her pants dropped, and with what appeared to be a hose running up to her (rather sizable) behind, connecting it to what looked like a gas canister of some sort.
More notable was, however, the figure's perfectly round stomach, which was shown to be bulging out from underneath her coat, and damn nearly reaching the ground the figure would've stood on, had it been drawn.
Adding a touch more color, Charlie admired the sketch for a bit, before turning the page, to reveal a more bare-bones draft, featuring what was obviously a larger belly, with the body no longer hunched towards the
ground, but rather, resting on top of her midsection.
Her breasts were also drawn to be larger (already quite sizable on the previous one), and her derriere was even thicker.

Charlie inhaled sharply through her nose, as she felt a tingle ran through her core.
She exhaled, after a little while, her voice a husky groan...


A knock on the door caused her to yelp and jump in her seat.
She quickly closed the notebook, and tossed it in the drawer, before quickly making a dash for the door.

"Yes?!" she asked, throwing it open, causing Alastor, who still stood with his fist raised for a knock, to be taken slightly aback.

"Dinner is ready, my dear." the Radio Demon hummed "Please, come down to the diner, and join us!"

"Ah, right, of course!" Charlie declared, hastily, and slipped out in front of him, making sure to close the door behind herself, and prevent any prying eyes (i.e. Alastor's) from entering.


But she had reckoned without the deer man's cane.
Quietly poked into the corner of the door, it prevented it from shutting, and in her haste, the Princess didn't notice the second 'click' of the lock failing to, well, lock.
After making sure that he was out of earshot to her, the Radio Demon quickly slipped inside, and headed straight for the desk - his keen ears having picked up on the distinctive sound of pencil lead on paper.
It wasn't long before he discovered the inconspicuous drawer, and within it, the bound notebook.


...He had to admit, he did NOT expect this from the Princess, but, flipping through the pages, he had acknowledged that Hell still held a few surprises, even to someone like him.
Alas, he already had a plan to capitalize on this discovery - carefully setting the notebook back in the drawer as he found it, he quickly disappeared into his own shadow, before returning with something long and
thick. He slipped it under the Queen-sized bed, and then retreated into his own shadow again, which then disappeared, like a wisp of smoke...
...only for him to appear downstairs, and take his seat at the table, joining the others at lunch.



The meal had been filling, leaving everyone feeling stuffed and drowsy - Angel immediately retreated into his own room, while Husk just fell asleep behind the front desk.
Even Niffty seemed to be working slower, and frequently had to stifle a yawn, before ultimately deciding to recline on the nearest armchair (her petite size making it feel like a whole sofa), where she quickly nodded
off. Vaggie was still working in the office, but as tiredness took hold over her, she, too, decided to take a siesta, and reclined in the comfortable executive chair.
Charlie entered their shared room, rubbing her eyes.
She had a lighter meal than the others, and merely wished to resume her drawings, when she nearly tripped over in something.
Surprised, she looked down, and frowned...

It took her a moment or two to realize just what she was looking at, after which, her eyes widened.


The E size gas cylinder appeared to be made of gunmetal. It laid on its side, tucked halfway underneath the bed's ruffled trimming. It had an ornate rotary handle that resembled an old-fashioned locomotive wheel,
albeit its center plunged deep, as it had been sucked down, giving the whole thing a depth as well as circumference, which made it easier to grab and turn it. It had been painted with appeared to be a red,
lacquer-like paint, that provided for an even firmer grip on it.
The pressure gauge was made of a blue-ish metal, and featured two needles - a black one, set on one end, reading "FULL", and a red one, set at the other, reading "EMPTY", with the rest of the gauge showcasing
thirds, quarters and eights, with the center line reading "HALF", the letters diagonally painted black and red.


Curiosity tugged at Charlie's mind, and she, in turn, tugged at the cylinder with fascination, dragging it out from underneath the bed, and setting it on its flat bottom, the needles quivering in their place as it
roughly thudded into a literal stand-still.
There was no indication to the canister's contents, though a wide, toothy smile and a pair of swirly, spiraling eyes have been painted on its side with a black and white stencil, one painted roughly over the other.
The valve was connected to a flexible, braided metal hose, which laid across the ground, its other end still stuck underneath the bed.
Tugging on it, the Princess found it to be surprisingly light, and quickly pulled it out...

Again, at first, she didn't realize what she was looking at...
The other end of the hose finished in a weird, stocky, smooth, carrot-shaped thing that was made of some kind of rubbery plastic. It looked like some kind of nozzle, but it had an odd base at the bottom that flared 
out like a roundel, only concave instead of convex.
And there appeared to be a hole at the very tip of the--...

Charlie's eyes widened as realization hit her like a ton of bricks.
She nearly dropped, nay, threw the plug away once she became aware just what she was holding.
Her face flushed red, she now held it at arm's length, as if it could explode at any second.

This was all... Well, a bit overwhelming.
Her mind was racing, trying to figure out a logical explanation to the presence of the odd pleasure aid.
At first, she presumed it had been Angel Dust's doing, but it made no sense - the former porn star, while familiar, was not exactly keen on the more... Esoteric fetishes out there.

But then, who did this belong to?

Vaggie?
No way, she wouldn't have been able to keep something like THIS a secret from her, let alone wanting to even use it in the first place. She wasn't as much of a prude as Angel made her out to be, but she would most 
certainly NOT indulge this type of sexual play.
Was it Niffty then?
No, the Princess couldn't believe it... Sweet, innocent little Niffty, stick something like THIS into herself?

...Well, unless she got it by mistake thinking it was some sort of vacuum or something.

Charlie giggled wryly at the thought, but quickly dismissed it.
No, this couldn't have been the cyclop's doing...

But then, whose was it?

...Alastors?
No, it couldn't have been his. Out of all of them, he was the LEAST likely to ever even conceive such a thing.
And yet...

The more she looked at the broad grin and spiraling eyes painted on the side, the more clear it became.
And if that WAS the case, then... Charlie didn't know what to make of it.

Why did he put this here?
Did he see her notebook?

The thought mortified her...
...but then...

The more she looked at the cylinder, its valve and gauge, the hose, and... The plug... On the other end...


...the more she felt her own fascination soar.


Surely...
Surely, she couldn't do this.
It was... Impossible. Physically.
Unachievable!
Just a feverish dream of desire!
A passing fancy, spurred on by her frustration and her love for simple, joyous parties and decorations!



And yet...



Reaching under her coat, Charlie unclipped her suspenders and opened her belt a bit, allowing her trouser to be pulled away.
No longer hugging her shapely behind, she could easily tug it down, followed by her satin panties...
Reaching into the nightstand on her side of the bed, she pulled a squeeze-can of lube, and squirted a dollop onto the buttplug, before rubbing it down to spread it out evenly... Once that was done, she bent forward, 
propping up her top half on the bed, one one arm, while the other brought the plug in closer and closer proximity to her behind.
Her anus opened and closed in anticipation, twitching nervously as the pointier tip of the plug drew nearer.
Then it touched her ring.

Charlie took a deep breath...
...and gently pushed it it, amid sharp, quiet gasps.

It wasn't a completely easy entry - a bit of gas was squeezed out, much to her embarrassment, and though she lubed it well, the plug still felt enormous in there.
Once it was fully inside, and she could feel the base on her cheeks, she waited for a bit, allowing her ass to get used to the situation - an object, lodged in her rectum, that defied her body's urges to empty that 
cavity...
However once she was comfortable, she stood back up - gingerly hissing as the cold, metallic tubing reached the bare flesh of her thighs - and reached for the handle.
She found it rather easy to turn, and after only a few degrees, she could feel it.
The air, flowing in.

Was it even air?
She didn't care,

Opening it even more, her behind was rocked by the sudden, sharp increase of the same, full sensation down there.
And there was another thing.
She reached down at the front...


Her belly, usually just soft and flat, was now convex and taut.
It bulged from the pressure she felt throughout her entire lower torso...

This, to her, was enough of a confirmation, so she gave the hand a full twist.


In an instant, the pressure sharply rose, causing her to let out an equally sharp gasp, whatever was inside the cylinder began to pump into her with increased force. The loud hissing was almost deafening, and she 
felt the world fall in and out of focus, as her now turgid-looking tummy continued to grow.
Indeed, upon looking down, Charlie's eyes grew to the size of saucers, noting the bulging dome of a belly ahead of her.
What's more, on top of it, her chest seemed to expand as well, with breasts straining fiercely against the satin bra.
Above that, the buttons of her coat strained and groaned...
One popped off.
Then another...

Soon, her coat flew open quickly, giving way to a growing belly and knockers, with her white shirt straining not far behind - already, her billowing flesh was visible through the gaps between the buttons.
Her hands slipped to her trousers - bumping into her growing belly along the way -, as she felt them tighten against her behind.
Or rather, felt her ass grow against them, pulling them taut.
Quickly undoing her belt and fly, she allowed them to drop... But they didn't.
Reaching down, she found her hips flaring sideways, while her thighs thickened up, trapping the now too-small pants on her, while her growing rear quickly filled what little space she gained - though, now with a 
huge ass cleavage on display.
Feeling her sleeves tighten, she quickly tugged down her coat while she still had movement in her widening arms - it feel to the ground just in time for her white shirt to being giving up the ghost. The buttons popped
off one by one, allowing the now ball-shaped belly to surge forward, unrestrained, while up top, her girls struggled against the straining and stretching bra...
...But that wasn't the only thing that was straining.
Down beneath her now circumnavigable middle, her trousers began to split at the seams. Tears appeared along the stitching, throughout which her skin bulged out - not from fat, but from whatever the canister was
pumping into her...

The canister!

She tried to quickly turn around, but found her legs stiff, and not just because of the constraining trousers (which tore from the sudden movement, anyway), but because her own legs were now rather unwilling to turn, 
and her body was difficult to pivot.
Still, once she managed, her eyes quickly darted to the gauge...

...not even a quarter of a way down...

Strangely, both needles appeared to be moving, but towards each other - or rather, towards the center of the gauge, to the halfway point.
The black needle, which started on FULL, obviously indicated how much of the gas was still left...
But then, what about the red one?
It was going much more faster than the black one, and was already at one third!

What was it indicating, then...?

A loud *CRACK!* interrupted the Princess' observation, as her bra finally snapped off, allowing her breasts to bounce free with balloonish *bwomps!*, while her sleeves continued to shred off form her now cylinder-like
arms. Her cheeks puffed out, eventually growing into large, chipmunk-like jowls that prevented her from turning her head in either left or right by any more than an inch. Her legs were blown into a straddling stance 
by her thickening, funnel-like thunder thighs, and her arms stretched to either side.
Her belly was now enormous - a round ball which threatened to swallow the rest of her, while providing a huge shelf for her enormous breast, her nipples erect now out in the open air, and... Leaking?
She could hear the faint whine of air rushing out from them and felt a strange, tingling sensation which grew stronger and more and more needle-ier as time wore on.
The roundness of her belly soon reached her sides, slowly forcing her entire body into the shape of a ball, from which only her breasts and limbs stood out, along with her head - but these latter two were quickly 
being swallowed up by her own torso.
As the last of her clothing items - her shoes - snapped off, a new type of noise filled her ears, different from the previous popping and tearing of fabric: a leathery whine and rubbery groaning and stretching noise, 
that quickly began to fill the air around her.

Soon, she realized that the noise was coming from her!
It was her own skin and flesh, groaning and moaning as her inflation took her off her feet, her balance tipping over...

...but the ground never came.
Instead, she found herself bobbing up and down, as she rose up from the floor, her body now rendered buoyant by whatever she had so idiotically decided to shove into her ass.
But she couldn't bother to curse herself out anymore.
The same sort of increasingly pins-and-needles like tingling was overcoming her entire body, as the rubbery groans reached a feverish pitch, her body now little more than a pale, flesh-colored ball wit tits, feet and 
hands, her head having ling since been swallowed by her own chest, jowls merging with her widening neck and shoulders, before her back and front closed in on them.
And she was quivering.
Oh, she was shaking!
Vibrating, even, as her body reached the end of its flexibility, the stretching and straining replaced by a continuous whine.

And yet, she felt no pain, other than the sensation of pins and needles all over her.
No, instead, she...

Well, she felt all hot, actually...
And sopping wet. Dripping as her body shook once more...
Then twice...
Then three times...

And, with a final groaning, gurgling whine and loud squirt from underneath, Charile detonated like the overinflated balloon she had become. The bang echoed across the whole building, and briefly shook it down to its 
foundation, waking them from their stupor.


Vaggie burst through their door to find Charlie resting naked on the bed...
But her skin looked raw and sensitive, and she was panting profusely, sweat coating her body, and with a broad, satisfied smile on her face.


So engrossed was the Latina in the state of her girlfriend, that she didn't even notice the gunmetal gas cylinder that had somehow ended up in the corner of the room, with Charlie's discarded coat (and last intact 
article of clothing, missing buttons aside) resting upon it...

...Nor did she notice the scraps of wet, skin-colored rubber, that laid strewn across the ground, and many other surfaces in the room...


She did, however, quickly notice that the room smelled VERY distinctly of sex...
...And she could detect no other scent than that of lover's...

"Goodness, mi amore, what have you done?"

Still trying to catch her breath, Charlie just gave her a meek, guilty smile, before collapsing back on the pillow, her blonde, untied hair spread out around her head like a halo...
With nothing else to do, Vaggie grabbed a rag, and, after dabbing it into some water, began to carefully wipe down Charlie's skin, wincing as the Princess hissed whenever the cold, wet cloth touched her sensitive 
hide.

The others, who had since then showed up, peered over the edge of the door like a curious totem-pole, with only Alastor expressing something else besides utter bewilderment: a smug, satisfied smile.
Much more subdued than his usual, broad, toothy grin.


ENDE