Pop Squad: Undercover Agent


You met her a few weeks ago at the local diner you frequented. One day she sat opposite you, and she told you, “I just saw you across the room and I just couldn’t believe someone as cute as you having to eat all alone.”


She sat there every day and talked with you while you ate, she ordered you new dishes to try, sometimes whole courses all in one day. She told you how cute and happy you looked when you ate, stuffing down every crumb of delicious food she provided for you. She scritched your chin and pinched your chubby cheeks with a bright, dumb smile, “You look adorable babe, I’m sure you could stretch that big tummy of yours a bit further. Diner food is just never as good reheated, I mean.” 

And, she took another forkful and gently put it in your mouth, and another and another. Gently caressing the side of your face as you chewed away. A few days later, she moved on to caressing other parts of you. Sat next to you, she moved her hands over to your tummy, “Just to keep warm”, she said. But the gentle massaging of her hands over your bloated belly gave a different impression. Your tummy gurgled and strained as she fed you a whole course of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. “Aww, your stomach is so loud today baby, must be so very needy… mmmm, I’ll get the waiter. I haven’t gotten the Reuben for you yet, have I?”


You were full, so unbearably full, but it was a warm tingly full. And, as she gently felt your fattening body, resting her head on your chubby arms, rubbing your soft and pillowy inner thighs, and coyly teasing your puffy nipples on your fattened chest.

You felt like you could get bigger and bigger, just for her.

Until one day she reached her grabby hands all the way down to your crotch and felt how wet it was, “He~, is the food that good sweetie? Or have you not been telling me how good I make you feel?”

And the next day she took you home, pinned between her soft and fluffy bed and her strong, overpowering muscles. You thought how you’d make a fine addition to the pile of pillows she had on there already. But, you were pushed deep into them as you were lost in a passionate kiss, her long dark hair wrapping around you as she vigorously humped your fat belly.

You never noticed how strong she was at the diner, she seemed rather ditsy and waifish, but a hoodie and blazer could hide a lot it seems. And she made sure to compliment how beautiful you looked under your baggy clothes as you were undressing. Especially the “ginormous dump truck” of an ass she could never get a good look or feel of before.


You could feel her slightly soak through her panties as she straddled your belly, struggling to compose herself enough to take herself away from your lips. Eventually she was able to pull away with a final few pecks on your cheeks. Composed enough to ask, in a raspy voice, the burning question she wanted to say this whole time.

“Anyone ever tell you how great of a kisser you are?, He~. God, I’m so glad we don’t have to hold ourselves back in private. You’re so fucking cute like this, you know? My own toy pillow, so soft and sensitive to my every touch~. But… There is something a little weirder I want to try with you… Do you want to be a good toy and try it out for me?”

You nodded your head without a second thought, you wanted more of this, of her, of everything you were feeling right now.

“Good~” With a smirk, she clasped your face tightly with both hands and brought you back to her lips, except this time she wasn’t interested in just making out.

She blew deep, warm breaths down your throat. With just a single strong puff, you could feel your belly tingle and stretch tighter. With two, you could feel it tighten a taut ball of warmth deep in your center, she moved a hand down to your tummy and gently caressed it. With three, you could feel your tummy stretch tauter than you ever thought it could. As she prodded your ballooning stomach, you could feel it wasn’t the flab it used to. Still soft and plush, but there was a deep pressure building inside you, warm, full, decadent. Full of wonderful food and adoring love.

With every strong breath she gave you, the only thing you could give her back was soft, shallow moans muffled in her tight lip lock. But she relented eventually, panting and sweating. Hands and crotch firmly grinding against your balloon of a stomach that seemed to only get more sensitive with size and more area to be touched.

You were greedy, and you wanted more, more, more, more

“...More!” You meekly breathed out.

“Hmm, someone’s needy, aren’t they? Made you so big already and you want more, huh? Well… if you insist~”


Another rush of air, again and again. Squirming helplessly as you slowly lost control, lost in the throes of pleasure. Bigger, bigger, bigger. The tight warmth you so craved, slowly moving out into the rest of your body. Your plush thighs rubbing together against your crotch, all of them only growing more sensitive, more soft, just bluntly more. Your fat ass blowing up like basketballs, soft but firm with air, that she eagerly filled her hands with it.

Eventually she stopped blowing, if only to take in her handiwork. Struggling to wrap around your balloon of a body. At this size, you were easily as big as the bed, if not bigger. An overwhelmingly huge stomach, thick thighs that rubbed against each other with every slight twitch, a fat cushiony ass, arms too big bloated to move, and a large air filled chest that your lover was preoccupied sucking on more than anything.

As her tongue gently caressed your sensitive nipples, making you wriggle around in bliss. You thought, you really were just a balloon at this point, soft, round, and helpless. Serving only purpose now to be a toy now, for your mistress. It felt rather nice, honestly, to be toyed and teased with at the desire of someone like her.

“So big, so fucking biiiggg, damn… holy shit. We did some good work, haven’t we, Blimp? I can’t see you nodding, but I can feel you wriggle and twitch, naughty toy~ I’m so glad I spent all that time feeding you, piggy~. Fatasses like you can get so huge!”

“Such a shame than, that I’ll have to *pop* such fine handiwork…”

Your whole body tightened as fear shot through your spine. “W-wha-”

“Oh, don’t be surprised, piggy. With the legal weight limit being what it is, I should’ve popped you the second I laid eyes on you. With how many times I bought you food, I thought you would’ve noticed the badge in my wallet. Pop Squad: Undercover Unit, Sgt.”

“Man, it’s always fun when fatties like you figure out what I’m up to” The Pop Squad Sgt. climbed on top of your mountainous belly, you felt bad for how good it felt still. And, worse, when you still loved her warm lips pressed against yours and her tongue tickling yours. Even that extra puff of air was irresistible now, no matter how dangerous it truly was for you.

“Huff, huff, that was nice, wasn’t it?~ Y’know… I always like to think of myself as a merciful soul. A shining beacon in the Pop Squad. No matter the law says, I still fucking love fatasses like you. So soft and needy, heh. So cute as I slowly make them bigger and bigger. Sometimes, if they’re good, I like to pull a few strings. There’s a whitelist, y’know? Police corruption and all, can’t pop the fat pigs writing our budget, can we? Even if I know a few brats that would be just wonderful as helpless moaning toys, fattened and blown up until I can just squeeze them into a big pile of rich scraps… Mmmm, yeah…”

“But, I can’t do anything like that for you, no, no, no. Because fatties like you are good in a very different way, mm hmm. Fatties like you always beg for more, more food to fill your warm, bloated tummies, and you always try to push past your limits the second there’s another serving. Or if a pretty lady like me offers you, heh.

And fatties like you always beg for more attention, more kneading, more kissing, more hugs, and teasing, more of everything. And when we get close to the end, you always beg to be bigger, to feel bigger, to feel tighter, to be more for me. And, a few perverts hoped to be the biggest bang they could be.

That’s why I can’t do anything for you, piggy, because the kindest thing I can do for you is to give you exactly what you want, more… isn’t that right?”

“M-more…” You weakly stammered out.

“Mmmm, hehehe, Y’know every time I do that whole speech, if someone said no, I really would spare them. And, if they sound unsure, I ask them again. Not a single one has ever denied me. Maybe they’re too enamored to think properly? Maybe they can tell what I desire, that the only thing I love more than fatties, is giving them all they want until they can’t take anymore. Mmm…

Now, pucker up you fat pig, hehehe…”

Her soft and gentle hands clasped around your face again, she kissed you again for what may be the last time. Puff, puff, puff, again and again. If you were a balloon before, you were a blimp now, bigger, bigger, bigger. You could your soft body swelling up around you, swallowing your arms and legs. Your body became more of an exaggerated caricature than it ever was before. Bigger ass, bigger thighs, bigger chest, until it was swallowed up by your belly.

But in your mind, how you looked stopped mattering awhile ago. You were lost in an overwhelming haze of sensation, the endless warmth inside you, the nerves on your skin were on fire, the slightest breeze or caress sent you wild. More, more, more.

She really was right, there really was nothing else you’d rather want right now. No better ending for a fat, greedy piggy like you.

Nothing more than a taut, creaking sphere, a taut bomb of barely restrained pleasure, just aching for one final push.

You opened your eyes to a hazy vision of the room, but she was nowhere to be seen, a second of disappointment, before soft lips touch your nethers.

“Bye bye Balloon!”

And with one final puff…

BOOM!
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“I fucking love my job…”