Kim kept on inflating like a balloon, as if someone had stuck a hose in her and was filling her with canister of air. Her belly and boobs kept inflating, putting a strain on her shirt. Her boobs now resembled basketballs, and were continuously threatening to destroy their confines. Her tee was stretched thin, becoming somewhat transparent as her breasts found less and less space to grow. Her nipples were engorged and prominent, tenting the tight fabric and rubbing vigorously against the cotton material.
She carefully reached around behind herself, her hands coming to rest upon her ass. It, too, was blowing up as well. Her twin cheeks were growing quickly beneath her pajama bottoms.
"Shit, my ass too?" she questioned. "My whole fucking body is blowing up!"
Due to her pumped up proportions, her center of gravity had shifted completely and a sudden slip brought about an unintended fall. Kim fell forward, essentially rolling atop her belly. As her breasts made impact with the ground, her momentum carried the rest of her still forward, her face squashing against her them. It was odd having her face buried in her own tits, but the impact quickly snapped her back. She was now stuck atop her stomach, a proverbial turtle on its back.
"What the hell am I filling up with?" she bemoaned aloud. Kim certainly didn't feel much heavier than normal, just bigger. It had to be a gas of some sort, but the lack of lift ruled out helium. Even plain air seemed unlikely, considering she breathed it in literally everyday without these results. She listened closely, still hearing her stomach churn and gurgle violently. Perhaps, though the idea sounded far-fetched, the soda she drank earlier was creating an excess of carbon dioxide in her stomach. "Oh god, I feel just like a balloon..."
A sudden ripping noise caught her attention, signaling that her shirt would soon be the first casualty. Little by little, the stitching started to come apart until it could take no more and burst from her body. Her bare breasts surged forth, jiggling and wobbling vigorously as they escaped their prison. At the very lest, Kim was thankful that her tits were no longer being squeezed,
Her pants had nearly reached their limit as well. Between her ass and her rounding form, they had endured an incredible amount of strain. The waistband of her bottoms, though elastic, was nearing its limit. Even her thighs and calves had bloated, threatening to rip through the legs of her pajamas. Kim was absolutely helpless to stop them from doing so. With a sudden cacophony of rips and snaps, the pajama bottoms exploded off her, revealing her panties underneath. She had on a pair of white satin panties which, as stretched as they were on her ass, looked like the surface of a balloon itself.
Kim was now a nearly-naked, bloated caricature of the woman she used to be. Whether it be fate or just bad luck, her inflation still hadn't ceased. Her stomach continued to dominate her body, but as she continued to blow up, her entire body began to round out and widen. Her limbs were full and bloated, now useless appendages slowly being swallowed up into her frame. Her view was being blocked more and more by her growing breasts, each balloon nearly half as wide as she was. She had no idea just how big she was going to get, but she silently hoped she didn't have to endure much more.
Thankfully, the gurgling in her stomach began to fade before disappearing entirely. Though she felt she had been inflating for a substantial amount of time, in actuality the entire process took only fifteen minutes. Her formerly petite body had transformed into a literal balloon, easily six feet in width. Now nothing more than a sphere with tits, Kim was left wearing only her panties. They wrapped her bottom half tightly, the white satin shiny and smooth, with no crease in sight. Underneath her panties, her labia and clit had also swollen, creating a visible bulge that outlined her womanhood.
"Damn, I am glad that's over," Kim said with a sigh. "Except now, what am I going to do as a big fat balloon?"
The question was a valid one. What exactly could she do? Were the effects going to be permanent? She tried her hardest not to think about it. She'd just have to wait, seeing that she really couldn't go anywhere...
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