Curiosity is an expansive thing...
Curiosity is an expansive thingβ¦
(For curzon-nana)
You knew you shouldnβt have done it. It was a stupid decision, really, but you and your two friends were bored and wanted something to do. The wine probably didnβt help matters, but when Mary suggested sneaking into the new bakery a couple streets over, you and your brunette friend Catherine readily agreed. Mary said that the pastries and rolls filled her up every time, and you envied her for thatβher metabolism meant that she could eat just about anything and still be hungry. So if the bakery was that good, why not sneak in and grab a couple of samples?
Looking into the windows of the shop after a short walk over, the first thing you noticed was how neat and orderly everything was. Small tables and matching chairs took up a third of the room, while the register, display cases, and a small island for coffee took up the remaining floor space. A sign told of dough made and baked on site, and above the door, in white letters on a green background, the name: The Breadbowl. A bit of a silly name, but βThey won several awards for the soup breadbowls they make,β Mary stated, as she led you and Catherine around back. Finding the βemployees onlyβ entrance, Mary took out her credit card and jimmied the lock in short order.
βI didnβt know you could do that.β Your statement caused Mary to blush a little. βWell, getting locked out of your dorm at uni is embarrassing, so I learned quicklyβ¦β Mary opened the door, and the three of you quickly stepped in, eager to find some food and snoop around.
As you walked into the kitchen, Catherine quickly spoke up. βHey, look at this! Itβs some kind of pastry machine.β You looked over, and sure enough it was some kind of appliance. A hose with a nozzle was racked up against a couple of molds, and the hose led to a large hopper. Your curiosity piqued, you opened what looked like a loading hatch and was immediately hit with the smell of raw dough. Mary saw it too, and a mischievous grin appeared on her face.
βLetβs eat some of it; Curzon, can we use the hose?β Looking over at Mary, you shrugged. βWell, I could. The on switch isβ¦hereβ¦so yeah, we can.β Your two friends grin and share a look, as if theyβre about to commit something wrong, yet satisfying. Pressing the on switch, youβre surprised by how quiet the machine hums; itβs similar to the sound a tower fan makes. Turning around, you catch a quick glimpse of yourself in the shined metal. Wearing a white short-sleeved blouse tucked into a red, green, and blue plaid skirt, the outfit is completed by a pair of knee high leather boots, similar to the ones an equestrian might wear.
βOkay, so whoβsβHMPPH!β You moan as your words are cut off and the hose is shoved into your mouth. You see Mary grinning in triumph, as you feel Catherine grab your hands and tie them with something. Youβre both confused and frightened, wondering whatβs possessed your friends to do this.
βI think youβve always been a little too thin, so why not fix that?β Catherine purrs to you, rubbing your stomach and running her hand along your ample bosom. A small click is heard, quickly followed by a sensation of something racing through the hose. Before you can react, dough is filling your mouth, and Catherine shoves the hose further into your mouth, going down your throat a little. The dough is sweet, and you try not to swallow, but itβs either that or suffocate.
As you swallow, you feel your stomach getting heavier; the dough seems to be dense and weighty, unlike what you thought it would be like. Catherine and Mary are in front of you, watching whatβs happening with unabashed glee, and possibly a little lust as well. Your normally flat stomach begins to curve out, pressing against your skirt and blouse. Looking down, you see a belly that begins to resemble a pregnant womanβs rather than your ownβitβs becoming easier to see over your substantial bust, and only getting bigger as you swallow more and more.
βMMMPH! MMPH!β You moan through the hose, your thought reduced to nothing. βMy skirt! Itβs too tight!β You feel the clasp and zipper straining to stay together, creaking and ripping along the seam as your stomach swells ever larger. With a βpopβ, the clasp comes undone and the zipper slides right down, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of creamy white skin. You feel and see the buttons on your shirt strain and gaps begin to appear, with diamonds of tight, round flesh peeking through. The sensations of growing and stretching your clothing begins to arouse you, and you feel your lady lips start to become slick and ready. Ever larger you swell until it looks like youβve been knocked up and ready to deliver. Mary and Catherine are almost drooling at the site of you, and unbelievably Catherine increases the flow.
Your blouse becomes tighter and tighter in response, stitches tear and the buttons are barely holding your shirt together, even as the sensations increase to a fever pitch. In rapid succession, starting at the center of your swollen middle and going up and down your belly, the buttons pop and ping off in an orgasmic release, even as your knees go weak and you moan over the tube in your mouth. You look like youβve swallowed a VERY large beach ball, and you canβt even begin to guess where your feet are. Your breasts also seem substantially bigger, overflowing your bra cups, and the sensation of the cool air over your gravid belly almost sends you into an orgasm again.
Suddenly, the flow stops and your two friends rush over to you. The hose is removed, your hands untied, and they begin kissing your belly, even as your hands are free to explore the new and arousing curves you have.
βOhmygod, Curzon, that was SO hot seeing you swell up!β Mary says, even as she kisses the underside of your belly. βThe buttons popping off were just too sexy,β Catherine adds as she rubs your stomach. Knees knocking together, you feel fit to burst. Your normally pale stomach is now tinged pink, and suddenly you feel how heavy you are, like thereβs a boulder inside you.
βGuysβ¦I think we need to get back to my house; I can barely stand.β Your two friends-turned-lovers see you struggle and help support you as you waddle to the door, just like a pregnant woman. Luckily, the streets are deserted, and a long walk back to your house is interrupted by belly rubs and one of your lovers occasionally sliding her hand under your skirt.
Climbing the stairs was more of a challenge than you thought, since you couldnβt see your feet over the quadruplets sized belly you now have. Slowly you walk up the stairs, feeling your belly heave and force you over with each step. Mary and Catherine are right beside you, though, and help push you up the stairs. Once at the top, sweating through your bra and blouse, you stumble into your room and barely manage to collapse on the bed.
βHere, letβs get this off you,β Catherine says as she removes your shirt, letting your belly and breasts out and allowing air to pass over your pale skin. You quickly take your bra off and lie on your back, your immensity still amazing you. As you drift off to sleep, your lovers gather blankets and go to sleep on the floorβwith all of you off work, tomorrow will be interestingβ¦
You wake up suddenly, and your throat is as dry as a desertβyou need water, immediately. 'Man, Iβm thirsty,β you think, and swing your belly over and stumble to the bathroom, taking care not to trip over your friends. Carefully walking into your bathroom, you close the door and turn the lights on, and fill up the glass on the sink with water. You quickly down several glasses, but the need for water is too much. Stopping and rubbing your gravid middle, you eye the shower hose and wonder. 'How much bigger would I get if I used that?β
Taking the hose and placing it in your mouth, you turn the water on, desperate to quench your sudden thirst. The water rushes down your throat and into your belly, making it rumble and gurgle. Rubbing the massive sphere, you feel yourself get wet again even as you feel your belly and even your breasts begin to grow again. Squeezing and slapping your curves, you see how firm your ball-like middle is and feel the water sloshing in your tits, already the size of soccer balls. The feeling is pleasurably intense as you stretch your skin further, and you see your belly grow in the mirror. Itβs approaching almost physically impossible sizes, like you have a yoga ball inside you, and your breasts are looking like pumpkins. Finally, you feel your thirst subside, and just in time too. Your hips and thighs had started to expand, and your panties finally snapped, leaving you in just the boots. The impression is of an overwhelmingly pregnant dominatrix, and you canβt even see your nether regions due to the colossal, gravid-like sphere in front of you. Posing cutely, you rub your belly and jump up and down a bit, giggling as you feel the water slosh around inside you. 'The girls are going to love this,β you think, and you turn to go when something catches your attention. A single, solitary rumble from within your gut.
Unbidden, you begin to swell even more, with an intensity that makes you fall down and spread your legs to accommodate your girth. Your curves expand ever more, with angry stretch marks appearing as you rapidly approach sizes seen only in fantasy. 'Water and heat,β you realizeβthe two components that help dough rise. You are now similar to a giant oven, helpless as the laws of chemistry and physics conspire against you. Your belly now looks as if fully grown men are inside you, and your breasts now look like a porn starβsβtight, round, and overly stressed. The stretch marks only increase, culminating at your now popped-out belly button, and the pressure is so intense you orgasm on the spot, even knowing that your raised body temperature only decreases your chances of survival. Your belly wedges between the bathtub and the vanity, even as your hips and thighs grow in response. As the pressure increases to a point near your belly button, passing from pleasure to that indescribable place between ecstasy and unbearable pain, you close your eyes as a strong, ominous rumble comes from withinβ¦
An amazing, super duper sexy story submitted by one of my fans.
