The game was simple. You slid the vibrator between my legs. It was big, mostly due to the curious pump built into it. You smiled and explained the rules one last time. I had to try all the samples at Costco before I explode. The problem? The vibrator will inflate me. Filling me with air and my own orgasms. The faster the vibe gets the faster I grow, and you letting anyone with five bucks pump me up. You smile taking one last look at me.
I'm short, thick, and have bright pink hair that hangs down my back. My latex shorts hug my ample ass and thighs, as my mesh hoodie hangs over my black crop top, squeezing my ample chest. Knee high tights dipped into my converse. Without warning you start the stream. Donations already come in. A pink watch shaped like a balloon beeps as it measures my pressure.
You poke my already fattening middle, and suggest I get moving.
I bite my lip, a overwhelming fullness taking over my middle. Slowly I dottle off. The pressure between my legs turning them to jelly. I feel eyes start to linger on my growing assets, as my ass bubbles out from the bottom hem of my shorts. My belly dropping from under my hoodie. The occasional string popping lose. I rapidly approached the first stand. I shove the sample in my mouth not stopping to chat as the vibe changes to a faster tempo.
My biceps are thickening through my sleeves, as my hands slightly swell around my rings. My watch already clocks me at forty percent capacity. I start to sweat the risk of bursting growing each second. I reach the second cart and stuff a handful of samples in my mouth. My tights were digging into my rapidly fattening knees, and my shorts button pinged off. People were watching me swell as you informed them of the stream and donations. I felt the watch contorting around my wobbling wrist.
I put most sumos to shame, an overblown twenty year old waddling around Costco like her life depended on it.
I feel my bulk take up more and more of the isle, my wobbly hips bumping and brushing against people and there carts. I heard them mutter about how greedy I was, how insane it was that I had let myself get so big, that I needed a diet. I even felt several of them poke, prod, play, jiggle, and slap different parts of my body. I even think I felt a stiffy forced against my bulbus gut. It only spurred my inflation faster, making me swell against their over adventurous hands.
My watched beeped. I was at seventy percent. It wouldn't be long now. My tights had rolled mid way down my quivering calf, my ankles oozing over my balloon feet. My shorts had become a thong. Greedily getting gobbled up by my couch sized ass and fattening cunt. My hoodie was popping off by each string, as one by one it shred off me. I whimpered and flapped my baseball mitt hands. My crop top half way up my tits, constricting against my swollen nipples. I felt a deep pain in my gut as my skin began to heat up. I let out a throaty moan as my watch beeped eighty five percent at me.
My waddle was reduced to a shuffle as my bulk bubbled over the crowd. I whimpered and cried between my moans begging for help. Instead they just kept playing with me, equating me to a cheap slutty balloon. They weren't too far off. Especially after they got my hoodie, tights, and shorts off. I was so sweaty and warm I shined like a balloon. I felt taught all over, my body getting stiffer by the second. My eyes went Misty as I heard someone ask about my reddened belly. I felt my shoe laces snap, and my body heave. I cried for them to stop as my neck fattened into a double chin. My cheeks growing into balloons aswell.
I see you through the crowd. You laugh wink and mockingly pretend to be me before pantimiming my messy end. My watch starts beeping frantically, barley hanging on to my overblown arm. I'm at ninety five percent. A very nice sounding text to speech informs everyone to take cover, as it assured me that I was about to make a mess. I flap my hands and teeter on my bloated heels. I feel my skin stretching, creaking, aching, it hurts so good, I'm glistening from how hot and sweaty I am. You could fry an egg with my bulging body right now. The watch beeps ten times before announcing I've been a naughty girl and have swelled past capacity. I see parents finally usher their children away as my muscles snap allowing my body to become spherical.
My watch beeps that I'm twenty percent over capacity. I moan through my swelling face, my body making one last push. My face goes red, my eyes cross, and my watch calls me a greedy slut one last time before I turn fire engine red. My explosive climax was short from their view , but it felt like forever as I felt my body blow apart from the ground up.
First my feet ripped through my converse, lifting me an extra two feet before blowing apart under the weight of my undercarriage. My body sprayed leaks of cum onto the crowd as a stretch marks webbed from my belly button. I coughed up cum as it leaked out of anywhere it could. My eyes burned as it replaced my tears. I felt a sharp ripping pain as a stretch mark shot from my belly button, down to my swollen cunt blowing it up an extra few feet, before slithering it's way up my back, and through my chest. I began to cry out as I felt the pressure rise along the fault line.
My body over took my buggy sized tits and stubby face before...
!!SPLAT!!
My body ripped itself apart making an awful mess of the store.