Heard two loud pops and for an instant I thought I had gone too far...turns out it was first, the ball fastening on my belly ring and second, the fabric of my clothes.
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Back when I had more free time, I had managed to get up to a much higher max capacity than I have now. I would often inflate as big as I could and hold it for as long as I could over and over and over again. Well, I had a few different outfits or just general pieces of clothing I really enjoyed inflating in, but after a while, those pieces of clothing actually started stretching so obscenely that they don't fit me anymore if I'm not inflated. Lingerie and pants that at one point fit me but got stretched so much that they literally just fall off my body now. Some of them are also missing buttons at this point, but I keep them anyway just in case I ever find where the buttons flew off to.
Anyway, there isn't much point to this post. I'm just yapping. But it is part of the reason I want so badly to get back to my old max capacity...Besides the allure of being huge, I have some clothes I really want to wear again LOL
Did a little inflation, just let my aquarium pump go for a while
Which angle is best? (Sorry if images are lower quality, I don't have the best camera on my phone). Started off with a 24 inch waist and ended at about a 32.5 inch (it just looks a lot bigger laying down for some reason, not quite sure why).
okay I love rapid magic body/blueberry inflation, but I’m also so obsessed with the idea of spherical inflation that happens over the course of a day or two…
like. it’s still happening fast enough that it’s undeniable and you still feel the instant stark differences— after all, it’s easy to remember starting this morning and walking around, when by the end of the day, you can barely touch the ground with both feet at the same time. but at 1 new pound every 30-60 seconds, it also happens slow enough that you’re forced to really feel each new size.
for an hour, all you can vaguely feel is your pants getting tighter, your thighs getting thicker, your gut getting firmer. It’s almost easy to write it off as severe bloating, but only for that first half hour. After that, you just have to listen to the litany of stressed thread as you shift and move carefully, afraid your body is going to somehow tear your clothes. but when your middle is three, four times as wide as your shoulders a few hours later, you feel every new inch as you walk around, or change positions in your chair. it happens slow enough for you to experience sitting down and trying to stand back up with a newly pear-shaped inflated body, but fast enough for it to be no easier to get back up when you try again than it was that first struggle. you can walk around and feel out every change in your body, noticing and appreciating just how massive you are now, without realizing that you’re still not done expanding. maybe you get stuck somewhere— in between the arms of a chair, in a tight corner of the house, in between two pieces of furniture. Your posture changes too, as your growing midsection starts to dominate your frame, until you can’t even rest your arms fully against your sides
you slowly lose your ability to walk, so you waddle, and when your stomach has grown to be so wide that it starts overtaking your thighs and upper arms, you can barely even do that. still, this happens slow enough that you’re stuck wondering if you should eat dinner or not. It’s been at least eight hours at this point, and if it doesn’t slow down soon, you won’t be able to walk to your kitchen later. You may even try to swallow some food, feeling how you now have to wrestle with your own swollen body to get your hand all the way to your mouth, when this morning, you were debating whether it would be embarrassing to have to unbutton your pants when your stomach was feeling a little bloated. Eventually, you strain and strain and strain, but you can’t get your hand all the way to your mouth.
and you can keep trying to waddle around, not fully realizing that you’re losing your ability to bend your knees more and more with every step until you suddenly find that your waddle has turned into more of a rocking motion. The first time your crotch and lower gut brush the floor as you stubbornly try to move around, you’re shocked. It doesn’t happen again for a little while, so you assume it was a random occurrence. But then it starts happening every other, then every time you shift your weight back and forth to move around, until it’s clear that your feet can barely touch the ground anymore. Still, it’s all happening slowly enough that you can still convince yourself you can get used to this, and that you don’t need anyone to help you waddle— or roll. Your double chin might be taking over your lower jaw and your collarbones, but you’re not immobile.
Eventually, of course, you’ll push off from one foot, and start rolling forward, only to not land on the other foot. Eventually you’ll have swollen up into a big sphere, your hands and feet totally helpless to do anything except flap around stubbornly. Even then, you’ll still try to use that to move yourself— you could walk not even a full day before this!— only to find that you’re still growing, your wrists and ankles and palms and backs of your fingers and toes expanding more and more, until you can barely move them at all.
I just love the idea of expanding rapidly, but slowly enough that you notice every single new pound/inch on your body
Random fantasy I've been toying with for a few months now:
Your spouse is a witch. After some time together, they start getting irked by the small things you do that they deem "wasteful" and decide that they want to teach you a lesson. They cast a spell on you...and from then on, everything you waste (what is considered "wasteful" is sometimes determined by the witch, sometimes by some cosmic force...up to you) magically ends up transported into your belly after the wasteful act is completed.
Nothing that would kill you or make you sick for me, though go nuts with your own fantasies. But like say for instance you accidentally let a gallon of milk spoil—it still ends up draining into your belly but in its unspoiled version (to maximize play and minimize the ick).
And it is very important to me (but again up to you) that it doesn't start until after the entire act is completed. Think if you go to dump out that gallon of milk, it doesn't start entering you as you are pouring it out; it starts after it's already done. No take-backsies. No stopping halfway.
Every bit of food that goes to waste, every thing you forget about in the back of your pantry (in its healthy, not-going-to-sicken-you version), everything you leave on your plate at a restaurant because you just couldn't finish it, every bit of a vegetable that is edible but you don't think to use (like carrot greens or something), and every bit of water that is wasted too (with a magical guard against water intoxication). So think of you accidentally leave the sink dripping, if you leave it on while brushing your teeth, if you take too long of a shower...Let's say your shower spits out about two gallons a minute, and you reallllly laze about in there. Well, as soon as your...let's say hour long shower is done....well....
You can do this with air too of course. You're filling up helium balloons and accidentally leave the valve open a crack. Eventually, it all leaks out, and then you start growing and growing and growing. Hell, if it's severe enough, maybe you start to float a little...
You catch on eventually, of course. When you catch yourself taking too long of a shower, you are then faced with a conundrum. Delay the inevitable by staying in the shower and push back that punishment...but each minute you delay means even more water is going to drain into your belly.
Or maybe you don't see it as a punishment at all. Maybe it just encourages you. You make eye contact with your spouse as you turn the sink on and let it run, almost like a cat pawing something off the counter right in front of you. Eventually, you shut it off, but by the time you do, you've granted yourself huge water inflation that balloons your belly right in front of your spouse.
So many options. Witch spouse can also be used for other things of course—berry inflation spells, other sorts of inflation, etc etc etc
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realistic rough inflation-based sex is started to get overused for me. What about comfy cartoony accidents. What if I slipped at build-a-bear and got stuffed and walked around all day with a body full of cotton. What if I went to the bike shop and didn't notice i was inflating my own ass instead of my tire. What if my lips got stuck on the water fountain and i got all sloshy like a waterbed. The possibilities are literally endless
Is it too much to ask to be tied down to a chair and forced to chug water until you’re too big to speak without slurring and stumbling over your words, just gulping down more and more between forcing gasps for air, feeling yourself tighten more and more and hearing your belly gurgle as it stretches each gulp, feeling your shirt ride up and your waistband creak and tear, feeling the strain on your poor back get worse and worse until you feel like one big water balloon
Is that REALLY too much to ask
and then, as the last trickle of water flows past your lips, your bindings come undone. Your captor laughs as you struggle under the weight and strain of your bloated belly, unable to get up off of the chair even if there's nothing tying you down anymore...
That seems like a perfectly reasonable request to me!
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I want it to be humiliating when I turn into a berry. People will give me weird looks and stare as I turn blue, making me confused and uncomfortable but I'm too stupid to notice until my stomach starts to blow up. It'll start as a small potbelly and I'll grow flustered and try to hide it. But then I realize it's not just my stomach but my sides and back filling out too. My clothes grow tight around me and my shirt pulls up to show my blue belly. I'll start panicking and I'll try and push it down but it doesn't stop - I'll just feel the gurgle of juice under my skin. Now people will stop and circle around me, talking about how big I'm getting, asking if it's an allergic reaction or if it's something contagious, that I look like a balloon, that I'm putting on an act. They'll pull out their phones and record me. My clothes burst open as I'm forced to spread my thickening arms and legs, my body one big round ball and still growing. My crotch will sink between my knees and my sides will lift up and out until my limbs are sucked into my belly. My blubbers for help will become muffled as my neck disappears into a divot where my chin hits my chest and my round cheeks fill in the space until there's no gap. I can't turn my head anymore - I'll be forced to stare forward into the watching crowd as I feel myself expand even bigger. My hands bounce off my sides as my arms are swallowed to the wrists and my crotch finally presses against the floor. More pressure and then my feet lift off and I'm wobbling balanced on my crotch.
The swelling will have stopped but the humiliation won't be over. I'll be perfectly round, as wide as I am tall, and completely immobile. People will poke and pat me all over and push me into a roll. They can do whatever they want with me: make me their ball for a game, or squeeze the juice out of me, or climb on top of me like I'm a circus ball to walk on, or try to breed me. They can see if they can squeeze me through a doorway and get me stuck. I can't stop them and I don't want to even if I could.
once a month pseudo pregnancy where for nine days you experience a month of pregnancy each day, swelling and growing round and heavy, and on the tenth day your water breaks and you deflate and you do this once a month forever
Ohhhhh, I like where you're going with this. Of course, the question is—how big does this pseudo-pregnancy get? Is it pseudo-multiples? At other pregnancy symptoms part of the package? Does it occur at regular monthly intervals that can be tracked? Or just anytime during the month? Imagine thinking you have finally pinned down your cycle and taking PTO for it...only for nothing to happen. You think that maybe you're finally free of this condition right as you go off on a business trip. Of course, you're pushing mostly professional clothes, none of which have stretchy elastics. And then once you've gotten off the airplane and into the hotel room for the night, you take off your clothes and put on pajamas, only to find that your belly looks a bit bigger than it did before...
What luck, you think to yourself as you finish packing your suitcase for the upcoming business trip. Your condition had not made an appearance this month...perhaps it was an anomaly. Whatever it was is now out of your system for good.
You buttoned up your pants easily. The shirt followed, then the waistcoat and blazer. They fit well, having been specifically tailored to your measurements. While not required to dress nicely for the plane ride, the conference schedule kicked off very soon after arrival, so you thought it best to just wear these clothes on board.
It wasn't a very long flight, only about five hours. You felt stiff when you land, but that was probably due to the plane ride. After you arrive, you quickly dropped off your luggage and began the first of many long meetings. With little room to stretch during the day, your muscles all ached.
By the end of the day, you retreated into your room, turning the shower on hot before you even undressed. And then finally....you breathed a big sigh of relief. Every muscle in your body seemed to relax. Slowly, you hung up all your clothes, picking out your pajamas and moving to the shower. You looked down to see yourself looking a bit bloated. Nothing to be concerned about probably, just a consequence of the plane ride and the long day of meetings. It would go away on its own.
The shower was heavenly, and the bed even more so. You must have been really tired because you barely even seemed to notice that it was an unfamiliar bed, not like yours at home at all. You slept deeply.
The next morning you picked out a new outfit off the hangers and quickly put it on. It felt a bit tight around the waist, but you put that down to still being a bit bloated from the night before. You grabbed a coffee and helped yourself to the complementary breakfast the hotel offers. For whatever reason, you felt hungrier than usual and ate several helpings.
Your day proceeded very similarly to the previous one. You sat through several long meetings, giving the occasional presentation. The bloated feeling did not diminish. If anything, your belly feels slightly tighter when the day was done than when it had just started. Still, you think, it was explainable. You had probably just eaten enough to leave you bloated, that was all.
You managed to live in this denial until you return to your hotel room late after your third day. Truly, given the hour, it was technically very early on your fourth day. It had been a Friday night, and you and your coworkers had thankfully been given the weekend off.
When you returned in the early hours of that fourth day, you found that you had been subconsciously sucking in your belly all day long. You hadn't even realized you had been doing it. Even sucked in, you felt that the waistband of your pants is digging in.
Frowning curiously, you forced yourself to relax, to stop holding it in. Instantly, the waistband dug into you more tightly. It was almost as though your belly had just surged forward, a petite bump that stretched your pants out. You quickly unbuttoned the pants and breathed deeply for a few seconds, realization flooding your system.
Well, fuck.
How were you supposed to explain this to anyone? Who would have even heard of such a thing? You didn't even know if your condition had a name. You showered quickly, mulling your options over, and practically fell into bed.
You could call in with a sudden but severe case of the flu, you think. This idea left your head quickly though. You were in close enough proximity to the rest of the conference that rumors of influenza may affect them.
Try as hard as you might, you could not come up with a good excuse before sleep claimed you. You did not sleep dreamlessly tonight. Instead, you dreamed about trying to explain all this to your coworkers, your belly swollen and bursting out of the only clothes you packed with you. They call you a fat cow as you waddle between conference rooms. They put their hands on your tight, ballooning belly without asking, telling you that they thought they could feel babies kicking even though you know well enough by now that there are no actual babies inside. Eventually, you were forced to attend conferences in clothes that do not fit right at all, and when you sit down, several buttons flew off right in front of your coworkers, leaving you sitting in a mess that only existed because you got so massive on the job.
You woke up late on Saturday, having slept in on one of your days off. You woke up flat on your back, and when you look down, you could swear that your belly looks even bigger than it did before. It wasn't enormous, not yet, but it would only be getting bigger from here on out. You glared at the swell mutinously.
Normally, you were able to somewhat enjoy the experience. The swelling—slow enough that you might not notice at first but fast enough that it becomes noticeable quickly—always rounded you out in such a delicious way. You always enjoyed the weight, the tight feeling as your belly domed and stretched your skin thin. Normally, however, you could enjoy the experience in the privacy of your own home, not in the middle of a work conference.
You don't leave the room on Saturday, nor do you on Sunday. You ordered room service and open the door wrapped in the biggest robe the hotel provided. As a temporary measure, it hid the growing mass well from anyone else.
By this point, the truth was undeniable. Anyone else would assume you were pregnant, perhaps even with twins. Your center of gravity had shifted. Your belly protruded off of your front.
Perhaps this outfit would work for tomorrow, you tell yourself. Maybe no one would notice if you walk with confidence. You looked at yourself in a mirror, pressing your belly in with one hand. It didn't make a difference.
On Monday morning, you made up your mind and call in sick. You had still not touched the clothes you packed, living instead in pajamas and that robe. You didn't hear much from anyone that day. Instead, you carefully picked through your wardrobe, hoping that past you had decided to pack at least one item that was stretchy. No luck. You tried each item on one by one, but none of your pants would button over your 7-month belly. You sucked in as much as you can, but your belly remains a large dome stuck on your front, almost as though you had swallowed a watermelon. You quickly buttoned up a shirt and relaxed. The buttons gaped threateningly. It seemed as though every scrap of fabric on your body creaked at the seams. You didn't even bother trying to button up a waistcoat or blazer.
You heard a knock on your door not long after. Thinking it must be room service again, you opened it, hiding your bulk behind the door.
Unfortunately, it was not room service. Instead it was one of your coworkers, the one you wwre closest to. He was a man a couple years older than you, his hair thinning and just beginning to gray.
He greeted you with a sympathetic smile, but before he can even say your name, his eyes dropped to your middle, widening into saucers. His jaw fell open for a moment, but then he closed it quickly as soon as it registered he was being rude.
Before he can say another word, you pulled him in and closed the door behind you. Then you slumped over in a chair. You could feel a button pop off your shirt where you are the widest, but you'd stopped caring.
"Are you doing okay?"
That was the only thing you need to hear before you started spilling the entire story to him. He was surprisingly patient—after all, he was your favorite for a reason. He listened without judgment and only sympathy.
After you finished, he stood. "Wait here. I will be right back."
"Gregor—" you were cut off as he quickly left the room. What was it you were going to say? Don't leave me right after I share my secrets with you? Please don't tell anyone?
Luckily, he was back in a matter of moments. In his hands was a different outfit, one of his. "These will probably be a better fit," he held a hand out and heaved you to your feet. "Did you want to try them on?"
Almost numb, it was all you can do to nod. You squeezed yourself out of your own clothes, relieved to no longer hear the fabric creaking and wondering if you would be able to find the lost button, and examined the gifted clothes. On a normal day, they would certainly be too big for you, but now....
The buttons all closed easily. You looked at yourself in the mirror again. Still pregnant looking, but less ridiculous now that you weren't exploding out of your clothes. You all but wept your thanks at Gregory.
The next day, you followed quickly behind Gregory, hoping no one would look too closely at you. You didn't want to call in sick again. Your belly had swollen even more overnight, the borrowed clothing covering you so tightly they may as well be a second skin. You waddled awkwardly and all but collapsed into your seat.
Your coworkers, and other people you were all meeting with, noticed immediately despite your best wishes. You tried to breathe deeply to calm yourself, but your belly had gotten so big, round, and heavy that you could barely suck in a breath deep enough. Most of them were staring at you in confusion and concern, but you could sense the lust behind some of their gazes.
"Can we please continue?" You panted, your hands on either side of your belly as though that may alleviate some of your discomfort.
"What happ—"
"Did something happen?"
"You got huge since Friday!"
Gregory cleared his throat next to you, glaring at those who had spoken up. "Has everyone here forgotten their common decency?"
"But—"
"Did you not get the pregnancy announcement? Months ago?" He pat the armrest of your chair reassuringly.
"Months ago? No, that's not possible...."
"Pregnancy?!"
"But they were flat on Friday..."
"No, they weren't." Gregory made a confused face. "Did you not notice?"
Relief flooded your system as it seems that everyone else in the room began doubting their memories. To them, maybe you had been pregnant the whole time...
The issue was, you weren't. What were you going to say in a few days time when you were suddenly flat again? You look up at your friend. The glint in his eyes suggested that they were going to be lying their way out of that one too.
And so, the meeting progressed as usual, though you attracted far too many stares to be comfortable. Not that you would be comfortable anyway—the meeting lasted several hours, and you were sitting in a flimsy office chair. In that time, you could feel your belly balloon outwards even more, straining against the buttons of Gregory's larger shirt. You did your best to suck it in.
You weren't sure why they believed Gregory. You were pretty sure there was a rule of some sort about really pregnant people not flying in airplanes, so you simply couldn't have been this huge back then. But here you were.
In the last quarter of the meeting, you brought your chair as close as you could get it to the table. Your belly hit it, making the whole thing jostle back and forth. You blushed a deep red and offered apologies as people looked at you. Still, the table was too far away.
You slipped your hand underneath your belly, fighting with the straining button of your pants. It would be impolite to rip these when you were only borrowing them. It took about a minute to pry the button free off your huge, tight belly. Immediately, your belly sank a bit, released from the confines of the pants. You tried to be casual as you looped a rubber band through the button hole and fastened them that way, but you weren't successful.
After a long day, you slowly waddle back to your room. Your hips and your back ache, your legs forced apart by the size of the mass on your front.
Several of your coworkers had asked what sex the baby was going to be. It had hurt you to tell them that you were waiting to be surprised, knowing that the surprise would never come. There wasn't a real baby in there. The pseudo-pregnancy did not bother you, but you did often wonder what it would be like if it were real, if there was a real baby inside of you. You weren't sure if you would ever find out.
You only grew more massive overnight. It was a struggle to get out of bed. You rolled around helplessly on your back for several minutes like a beached whale before somehow finding the strength to kick yourself into a sitting position. Another deep breath and a heave and you're on your feet, though you stopped being able to see them days ago.
There was a dark line down the middle of your belly. Your belly button had popped at some point, unable to remain an innie with how big and round you had gotten. All the skin on your belly tingled with how taut it was.
Putting on your borrowed clothing was even more of a hassle today. You were tempted to just call in sick again, but you didn't want to miss anything important. You shimmy your pajama pants off—even as stretchy as they are, they had ceased to fit you long ago. Sitting on the closed toilet seat, you awkwardly reach to the side to bring the pants up. You would never be able to reach them if you went straight down over your belly.
It took nearly an hour for you to dress yourself. At the end of it, you are left panting and exhausted in the bathroom. Your shoes are untied, simply tucked into the sides; you doubted anyone would notice. Despite your best efforts, you look disheveled.
You got even more stares that day than the previous. Truly, you looked and felt like you would pop at any moment. Your belly was firm and low, without any bit of give to it at all. It was almost like you had swallowed a large ball whole.
Your shirt was untucked, but you didn't care. Actually, most of it was unbuttoned, leaving the largest, roundest part of your body exposed. You found you didn't care about that either...once you got big enough, you always stopped giving a damn about the small details.
Existing was exhausting. You would much rather go back to your hotel room and sleep until it was all over, but you didn't want to get up either now that you say down. The chair looked almost comically small in comparison to the huge ballooning belly you had grown over the last few days.
You can feel your insides sloshing again, as though trying to find more room inside your body. Your were confident there was none, that your belly couldn't possibly get any bigger, but then you watched as right before your eyes your circumference seemed to increase by at least two inches. As soon as it stopped, you exhaled deeply, suddenly sweating. Your belly now touched the table where it hadn't moments ago. The armrests of the chair dug into your sides, and you hoped you hadn't just gotten stuck.
You squirmed around in your seat, testing your mobility, but even in a chair without armrests you would have been pinned down by the added weight you had grown into.
You had grown such a big belly, didn't you? All round and heavy, perhaps bigger than any belly you had ever had before. For some reason, you feel a hint of pride at this. It continued as people stared at what a big, waddling cow you had become.
You only got out of the chair when it was just you and Gregory. He pulled you to your feet, and the chair, wedged on either side of your belly came with. He ended up having to pull you up by your hands while pushing the chair away with his foot to pry it off.
The journey back to your room was slow. You couldn't help but wish this one was real. It was easier to let go when no one else saw it, but now? People have been asking questions. It felt more real than ever before, which is why it hurt to know that it wasn't.
Your water breaks on the tenth day. You called in sick as you staggered over to the bathroom, trying not to make a big mess. Slowly, your belly began to deflate, all the liquid inside of you trickling out. You pushed every now and then, but for the most part, you were tired enough to let things take their time.
By the end of the day, you were empty again. Your clothes fit again. Indeed, it was almost as though you had never blown up so big in the first place.
But you know in the back of your head that you would be doing all this again next month.
I am pretty tempted to find time soon to do a bigger bloat and/or inflation again. I do air inflations almost every night unless I have something else going on, but I want to do something massive again. Its been a little while since I've played my bloat pill roulette game or my Coke and mentos game. Last time I did coke and mentos, I got through 6 liters and 3 sleeves of mentos in about 5 hours before my bladder gave out. It's been almost a month since I've done a cake shake too....
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