Allie was nervous, and rightfully so. Today she was going to take part in a spectacle unlike anything the world had seen before. Nothing was going to be the same for her after this. She would not be the same after this. Today she was going to push herself to the ultimate limit. Today, with the help of a couple of her friends, Allie was going to reveal herself to the world.
"Are you ready Allie?" asked her friend, John who had poked his head in the door of her change room.
John had known Allie since her experimental days in university, when a woman going to university was rare. He was the first one to know about her; her trigger in fact. Allie had had no idea at the time what indulging his kinks would awaken within her, but at the end of the day she was glad for it. It had caused much internal strife and many rationalizations for secrecy; first for herself and her career, then for her husband, then the sake of her kids. All that was done now. Allie's kids had grown and moved on, though she hoped they would be watching her tonight. She and her husband had separated on mutually friendly terms. They had just grown apart though they did keep in touch. Allie knew he would be watching. Her own life had come to a natural turning point. After thirty years working for the same company (the last decade in a well remunerated position) and some smart investments her debts were paid. She was mortgage free, and had a full pension. At the age of fifty seven she had retired. The time was right for a new adventure, and Allie thought the world was ready to share with her, so she had liquidated her assets and purchased this place that would become her home if all went well.
She took another deep breath and donned her robe, royal purple with a gold fringe. The heavy weight fabric rested on her shoulders reassuringly. Allie snuggled into the garment, one of her favourites. It wouldn't fit her for much longer. "Yes John, I'm ready," she replied.
John waited for her at the door, arm cocked. Allie approached and slid her arm through his. "Nervous?" He asked. Allie nodded. "I would be too," John said. "You're so brave to do this in front of everybody." He stopped and looked at her. "I wish I could do this with you but Martha... she wouldn't understand."
Allie patted his hand reassuringly. "It's okay John, I know." She took a breath. "It's something we all want to do, but few of us can. I hope that after tonight things will change, that people will be more accepting." She gave him a sad smile. "Maybe in a few years she'll come around."
"I feel like we could have had such a good time together, you and I," John said.
Allie shook her head. "We tried that, remember? Physically and sexually we're very compatible. In every other way, though..."
"...we're light years apart," John finished. "I know. I just wish it wasn't so. I love Martha, but she just doesn't get it." He paused. "We had some good times though, at first."
Allie smiled to remember them. The first time she let him do as his lust directed him was magical; the initial pain, then disbelief, then wonders. It was like a drug that Allie hadn't been able to get enough of. Their times apart were torturous. They had just wanted to explore and find new boundaries to smash through. "We most certainly did."
"I envy you for throwing off the ties that bind," John said. His voice became sad. "I'm going to miss you Allie. Don't forget me and what we shared."
"Oh John, I'll still be here; but I'll be more than I am now," Allie said. "I'll be a symbol, but I'll never leave as long as blood keeps pumping through this body of mine." She paused. "I'd like you to visit, to touch me and let me know how things are, even though I may not be able to respond."
John blinked away some tears. "I will Allie. I love you and I will."
Allie smiled. "Time for me to go now." Allie extricated her arm from John's. "Goodbye John. Thank you for opening this world to me those many years ago, thank-you for agreeing to take on the heavy mantle of this place, and thank you for agreeing to look after me. I don't expect things will be easy for you. You say I'm the brave one, but you're the one that will have to deal with everything that comes after." She looked up at him. "I don't envy you for what the future might hold for you, but I'll be here if you need to give voice to anything." She gave John a gentle shove down the walk way. "You best go take your seat."
Allie walked to the centre of the open area. Her ex-husband had outdone himself promoting this. The seats were full. Ten thousand people were awaiting something; they didn't know what, save for a select few. This was to be the unveiling of Allie's secret life; the day where it took over her real life; the day where she transcended the physical limitations of her body.
On the stage was a stool, a hose with a funny shaped attachment, an IV drip hanging from the ceiling, and nothing else. That's all the audience needed to see. Allie was the star of the show. Four cameras placed around ensured a 360 degree view of her and the audience with one boom camera for sweeping shots. Mics placed around ensured that everyone would be able to hear everything that was said and done.
Allie lifted an arm and waved to the puzzled patrons, turning all the way around to include everybody, a smile beaming from her face. "Hi everybody, my name is Allie," she said loudly. "Most of you haven't heard of me. For those of you that have, I'm glad you came.
"Tonight is a very special night to me, and I wanted to share with you all, and the whole world, a feat never before achieved. Frankly, I don't know what's going to happen, and I am a bit scared. There is a good chance that I might not survive this, and if so, then that is my fate. If I don't, you all shall have borne witness to my greatest personal achievement, and my ultimate acceptance of my true self.
"'What is she talking about?' You ask yourself?" Allie picked up the hose and fitted it into a hole in the seat of the stool. "Tonight, after years of training and research I intend to become more than just a person. I don't expect you all to share my point of view, nor do I expect you all to understand. Some of you may be disgusted and leave, but I ask you to not leave until the spectacle is complete."
Allie straddled the stool, careful to maintain her modesty as she did so (not that it would matter in a few minutes anyway but her sense of propriety would let her do no less, besides, she didn’t want to offend unnecessarily) and lowered herself onto the seat. The strange nozzle on the hose slid into its spot securely making Allie gasp slightly. People in the audience shifted and started to murmur.
Allie extended her arms, pressing down. When the audience quieted Allie carefully inserted the IV drip into her vein at the elbow and folded her hands into her lap. She sat up straight. "Yes, that hose went exactly where you think it did," she said. There were some chuckles and some rustling as a few people decided that this wasn't their cup of tea and left their seats.
"The thing about me is sex," Allie continued. She relaxed her posture, slouching a little on the stool. "Sex is good, great even, I've sure had my share of orgasms; but I've never experienced a deep connection through it. Emotionally, for me at least, sex is just that; two people fucking. It has brought others closer to me, but hasn't brought me closer to them. My dear ex-husband and string of lovers, some of whom I know are out there tonight, will attest to that. I was good, and they were good, but it was just physical for me.
"I have been unable to do what I need to to truly connect with someone in this life. I’ve had that opportunity once, but let it slip away. Alas circumstances dictate that we are not meant to be. I have known what needs to be done for a while, but it took some time to come to terms with it. It means leaving my life behind. What needs to be done isn't play. I need to commit myself to it fully. It needs to be un-undoable. It needs to be permanent. I would like, if I may, to connect with you all here in attendance tonight, to show you who and what I am."
A few people shifted uncomfortably in their seats but nobody else left. Allie was glad. The reception so far was very good; better than expected in fact. She hoped the audience would remain open minded.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Allie, and I am an inflationist." She paused. "I can hear some of you asking what that is. Some of you have obviously never visited the dark corners of the internet. Let me explain." Allie flipped a hidden switch with her heel and an audible hiss started. "Everyone knows what a balloon is, right?" There were a few chuckles from the audience. "Everyone knows how they work? You blow in the hole and they get bigger, right?" There was a general sound of assent from the audience. Allie continued. "Well, to put it bluntly, that's what I do. I don't inflate balloons, I am a balloon." There was a gasp as Allie straightened up once again. Her trim tummy was now rounded. The loosely knotted cloth strip at her waist that served as a belt held her tummy partially in check. Above and below, her belly bulged beyond the fabric barrier.
As the audience and cameras watched the first of four knots in the belt pulled tight and disappeared, coming undone under pressure. Allie's tummy shrank a bit, unnoticeable to all but those who were waiting for it, equalizing the pressure within. The breasts of her robe pulled open a few inches as the next knot in the belt took to the task of holding it shut.
Allie sighed. She rested a hand on her belly, absentmindedly stroking it. "This is what it's all about for me. It just feels right. Some people need hips, some need breasts, some need feet, some need violence or medical instruments. I need this." Allie began rubbing her belly in earnest with both hands.
"'How is this possible?' I know some of you are thinking." Allie looked down at her tummy and smiled. "Long years of furtive training.
"It started in college with my dearest of friends. He had discovered 'colonic irrigation' is the polite term for it; most people just call it an enema. This was way back before the internet, when out of the ordinary material was duplicated and traded on grubby VHS tapes. We were fooling around in his dorm room when one of us accidentally turned on the VCR. The remote must have been in the couch. The woman's groans and whimpers... distracted us from our own activities."
Allies belly looked like a small beach ball would fit inside of it now. The second knot was pulling tight. Allies fingers were entwined, both hand resting on her swelling midsection as if she were a content mom to be. The robe had slipped off her neck and onto her shoulders. Through the gold lined V, Allie's alabaster skin shone in the bright lights.
"My friend was absolutely speechless and horribly embarrassed. The video played for a few minutes, both of us watching it, until we shifted and the power button on the remote got pressed again and it shut off. I drunkenly dared him to try that on me." Allie shook her head with a grin. "The next night I was standing in the bathtub with horrible cramps and a couple of litres of water up my bum; but also a wonderful fulfilled feeling. That's how I started on this journey.
"We stayed together through our post-secondary education in a series of tumultuous relationships. We'd make love, eventually fight and break up, but our shared taboo passion kept us from orbiting too far from one another. There was a bond forged between us that I value immensely."
The second knot in the belt gave way and the robe slid open a few more inches. Up above Allie's belly the robe had slid just off her shoulders, baring the top of her chest and the swell of her breasts. Modesty, however, was retained. Allie's widely spaced breasts allowed the top of her belly to show at the bottom of the opening while only revealing the tops and inside curves of her bosom. The audience was rapt. The boom camera had silently swooped in as the second knot had given way, recording a nice pan across her front as the robe loosened and catching the moment her belly started to show.
Allie shifted, spreading her legs slightly so her rotund belly could expand between them, and continued her monologue. "We parted as lovers shortly before graduating; ultimately deciding that we weren't right for each other despite mutual interests. By that time my capacity increased slowly but steadily from two litres to six. When full I could easily be mistaken for pregnant. My slutty cheerleader costume at the Halloween party that last year had a not so little something that all the others didn't.” Allie smiled. “So many people asked how I got such a realistic belly. I guess they'll all know soon if they don't already. And the sex after the party... Amazing.
"I lost touch with my friend for a while after that, but I never lost the inflation bug. The company I worked for, a well-known cosmetic company moved me across the country to join one of their labs. I was excited. For the first time in my life I was making real money, living on my own, and meeting all kinds of new and interesting people. I bought myself my own equipment so I could keep up my enema regimen. I met and had relations with a few people, but nothing serious came of it. None of them shared the same fire that I did. I was cautious about whom I let know about my craving, but it wasn't enough. The first person I invited into my world literally ran screaming. I tried to carry on with a few others, letting them get to know what I thought then was the real me. I got made fun of, called names, ridiculed many times in those years. It was a dark time for me. My self-respect plummeted. I started to feel ashamed about myself, more so when I 'tanked up' as my friend and I used to call it. I did it less and less. My progress halted at 8 litres. I felt too dirty to push it further.
My equipment got used less and less as I tried to live a normal life, but it was just so hollow. It was like the colour had been sucked out of my world. I grew depressed. I didn't see anyone for it. What would they have thought of me? I was at that point a twenty seven year old woman who couldn't connect with anyone emotionally because they didn't understand me physically. It was then that I met the man who saved my life."
As she had been speaking, Allies belly had been slowly pushing her legs apart and rising out of the top of her robe. Her still covered breasts were now brushing her belly as she shifted a bit. Her legs were spread slightly more than ninety degrees. The third knot had started to slip. It was taking longer now; her rate of growth has slowed. Allie pressed another hidden switch with her heel and the hissing got louder. Allie's belly almost jumped as the increase in pressure hit it.
The third knot gave way and the robe opened as far as it could and still be called closed. Below the belt the edges of the robe parted, but Allie's belly prevented anything from being seen. Allie shrugged her shoulder and the robe slipped down her arms to her elbows, exposing herself to the audience and the cameras. She gave a coy smile.
Her belly dominated her form. Her transformation from one so fit for her age to one pregnant enough to hold a fully grown man in a matter of less than fifteen minutes was both incredible and unimaginable to most people in the audience. To the few that she knew personally it was ambrosia, fetish given flesh. Those few salivated in their seats, never had they seen evidence of anyone getting so large, let alone so fast. The majority of the rest were at least open-minded. Some, now that her belly exceeded the size of the most pregnant women found themselves having difficulty. Few of them stayed, but at least they were quiet as them left.
Allie covered her nipples with two fingers on each hand.
Allie picked up her story again. "Where was I? Right, the man that saved my life. My wonderful, now ex, husband. He was the kindest, gentlest, and most understanding soul I've known. He didn't get all this." She glanced down at her belly. "I didn't even let him in on my kink for nearly the first two years we dated. He sensed that something was off though. He knew that I wasn't truly happy.
"Twenty two months; that's how long it took him to wrest out my secret. At that point we were engaged and living together. What got me to finally give up my secret was our agreement to be totally honest with each other. I know it sounds sappy, but it saved our marriage. We had been fooling around and he asked what was wrong. Nothing had seemed wrong to me, but he somehow knew. That's when the levee broke, and the years of frustration and depression and shame all came pouring out.
"Nothing physical happened between us that night. It was a very emotionally raw evening and I poured my heart out. I talked and he listened and comforted. I must have sounded insane. At one point I asked him if this changed things between us. His reply was the absolute best thing he could have said. He asked 'Why would it?'" Allie blinked away some tears at the memory. She lifted a hand to brush away one that had escaped down her cheek. "I cried then, tears of happiness, just like now." Allie sniffed.
"The next weekend he went to bed before I did. I had no idea that he'd gone rooting through our closet. When I entered the room and saw my old gear all cleaned up and ready to use my knees quaked. 'Let's play, hon.' was all he said. I knew that my life had turned a corner at that point. He accepted what I was and didn't bat an eye.
"That night was almost like starting over and my body got used to stretching again. He lay beside me, rubbing my belly and murmuring sweet nothings in my ear. The internet was just starting at this point and he must have done some research because what he said hit all the right notes; commenting on my size, how full I looked, how tight my skin felt... It was a magical evening."
The fourth and final knot on the belt released. Allie dropped her hands and let the robe slither off her arms to fall to the floor. Her belly could have filled a backyard kiddie pool. Allie's legs had been pushed further apart, almost into a split position. She felt a firm pressure on her spine, making it bow out a bit; on her ribs, pushing them up and putting pressure on her lungs; and pushing down into her pelvis.
This was fuller than Allie had ever been. It felt strange, new, and exciting. She couldn't help herself. A moan escaped her lips. She was reaching the limits of her bone structure. She knew her soft tissues would be able to take the strain, but she didn't know what would happen to her skeleton when she went further, for there was no stopping this spectacle.
A few more audience members murmured. There were soft exclamations of both surprise and disgust, both quickly shushed though. Most of the attendees were rapt.
"We were married four months later. A year later and we were pregnant, with three beautiful children, two girls and a boy. My inflation activities stopped then. My body became a temple. No processed meats, no sea food, high iron diet, pre-natal workout regimes; you name it, I did it. The whole time I was slowly swelling. It was actually a bit of a wet dream come true. I was blowing up in public and people weren't calling me a freak. People wanted to rub my belly and congratulated me. People expressed awe at how large I was getting. This was the stuff that made me wet, and my husband certainly reaped the rewards in the evenings.
"Life got busy after that. My career was put on hold while I contended with raising three wailing bundles of joy. Nursing was incredible. My breasts turned into melons almost overnight. Even with three ravenous children my body overproduced enough milk for me to make a trip to the milk bank for donations every few days. My belly certainly recovered swiftly, probably due to the training I had done earlier and the precautions I had taken while gravid. My post baby body was truly something to behold. It was probably the best shape I'd been in in my life, and certainly the bustiest.
"One thing about being off work is it allowed me time to indulge myself around my kid's schedules. My first attempt was less then spectacular, not in size but in how it felt. Don't get me wrong, it felt good, but I had definitely felt better. It took a couple of disappointing attempts to figure out what it was. Enemas weren't enough anymore, they didn't compare to the feeling of being full of life. One day, about a month post baby, I decided to try and recapture the feeling. I tried uterine inflation."
Allie took on a serious tone. "If you feel you want to try uterine inflation, don't do it with air. Air will enter your blood stream, potentially causing an embolism. A saline solution is best.
"Anyway, it was exactly what the doctor ordered. I quickly filled myself to the size of my pregnancy and beyond. It felt fantastic. I suddenly realized that there had been a void in my life after giving birth. This full to bursting person was who I identified with, it was me.
"There's something about a full womb that an enema just didn't capture. My theory is that it tricks the body into thinking it's pregnant, triggering the release on endorphins. All I know is that it felt incredible. I decided then and there that I would move on permanently from enemas, and I have no regrets about it."
Allie's belly had grown significantly. The pressure her uterus exerted upon her pelvis and ribs had stretched her spine. The cartilage in her disks grudgingly gave way to the force, stretching, allowing her vertebrae to part. The nerve bundle running through it all stretched as well, flooding her with unexpectedly pleasurable sensations. Allie's experimental precautions we're paying off. Her back acquired a definite curve and her chest and shoulders were several inches higher than before. The relentless pressure on her ribs started to force her ribcage open. Allie's floating ribs had already opened significantly, and the bottom couple of full ribs were stretching the cartilage connecting them to her sternum. Allie's top was sinking into her belly.
In Allie's other hemisphere the changes were no less dramatic. Her womb had pushed down, filling her pelvic cradle and forcing itself more securely onto the hose nozzle. It had expanded within the confines of her pelvis, pressing out on both lobes. As it had above, the connective tissue stretched, allowing her bones to part. Free of the restraining cage of Allies bone structure, her uterus began to really alter her shape, pushing her hips out and pressing down between them.
Now that Allie's body was going so far beyond the bounds of that which is normally feasible, a few previously stalwart audience members found themselves blanching. Something about seeing a human body changing into something decidedly unhuman turned their stomachs. It was a visceral and surprisingly sudden disgust akin to a reaction to a graphic injury like a leg or and arm bending where there isn't a joint. There was shuffling noises as people found themselves suddenly unable to watch.
With three quarters of the audience remaining, Allie continued, "The next years were the happiest years of my life. My children grew up, I had a husband that loved me, and I got to indulge myself from time to time. I tried to keep my hobby hidden form the children as they grew up. I had a deadbolt installed on the bedroom door after once finding it open a crack when I was done. A check on the kids showed them all still asleep, but the thought of them catching me was more than enough. Throwing the bolt became part of my preparation ritual and I was glad for it a number of times when I head the doorknob rattle when the children were supposed to be sleeping. As the years passed my kids grew up and eventually out, hubby and I had lots of fun and good times but eventually grew apart and fell out of love with each other. We separated amicably when the kids were sixteen years old, and I at least have enjoyed the time we have met up socially since then.
"Finding myself suddenly unattached and middle aged was both terrifying and exciting. I had just been promoted to project leader at work; my focus being wrinkle prevention and reduction. I focussed on myself for a bit, not having to worry about others every second week was very liberating. I quickly pushed past my previous plateau of five gallons, slowly working my way larger. One lonely night while filling up I started poking around the internet. I was shocked by what I had found. My old kink had become huge, comparatively anyway. There were pictures, how-tos, videos and forums dedicated enemas now, and even a few general inflation ones. It was like a whole new world had opened up. I began trolling the boards, consuming everything I could find, even posting pictures from time to time. Wouldn't you know it, my old boyfriend from college found and contacted me."
Allie's feet couldn't touch the floor anymore. She was balanced on her cervix on the nozzle in the seat of the stool. The pressure inside her body had forced it to protrude out her vagina which had spread as her uterus pushed down on her crotch, opening into a pink circle the size of a small tortilla. Allie's hips were separated by two feet of inflated womb. The halves of her pelvis had opened up a bit as they parted, making Allies legs point slightly inwards towards the stool. The flare of her hips was much less distinct now, having lost prominence, but expanded in coverage. Her spine had all but given in to the pressure exerted upon it. Vertebrae were separated by several inches each as her uterus pushed against her back. Allie's ribs were no longer closed at all. They had all pulled away from her sternum and spine and ran down her sides Her chest, back, and sides now sloped from her shoulders down to meld into the curve of her body. The bases of her breasts had spread as her skin stretched, so much so that her breasts now no longer dangled but instead were like mounds of jelly resting in the surface of what was once her chest.
Allies arms rested upon the great curve of the sphere she was well on her way to becoming. Her finger still covered her nipples, but it was no longer to maintain modesty. Instead her hands were moving in circles, pulling her teats with them and rubbing over them and the extent range of movement. Try though she might, Allie just couldn't help herself anymore. She had to masturbate a little.
There was one more setting to try on the pump. Allie stretched with her leg. Her changing shape and going by feel made it difficult, but she was able to find the lever with her toes. She flipped it one last time opening up the pump to full speed. The sudden increase in speed wasn’t immediately noticeable to anyone but her. She gasped audibly and took a few deep breaths. Even breathing was becoming more difficult. Her lungs were competing with her womb for space. The timbre of her voice was changing as the pressure and stretching reached her throat, making her voice sound alien to her own ears. Allie stabilised herself against the sensations running through her body, struggling not to lose herself before picking up where she had left off.
"My friend and I reconnected and I was delighted to find that he had somehow ended up a couple of hours drive from my place. Our first meeting was pleasant and quite enjoyable. We caught up on each other lives and got to know one another again. For our second meeting he was going to introduce me to his wife. I decided to be a little mean. His wife tolerated his kink but refused to participate, so I thought I'd show him what I had been up to. I drove down uninflated, wearing an ill-fitting very large dress tied up at the back so it wouldn't drag and no underwear. In my purse was a hose with a threaded end and a plug. It ended up being one of the most awkward afternoons of my life.
"We were to meet in a park. I arrived 45 minutes early, to give myself prep time. The bathroom wasn't clean, but it was a damn sight better than any gas station bathroom I've ever been in. I locked the door, connected my hose and plug, and attached my hose to the faucet on the sink. I turned on the faucet partly to ensure the temperature was good, mainly to ensure there was no air in the hose it before inserting it. After water spurted out the plug I turn it off, no need to make a mess, then hiked up my dress and took a seat on the toilet to insert the plug.
"After giving birth I had never let my cervix properly recover, not since the first time I had tried inflating my womb. My gyno had expressed concern at how it didn't seem to fully close anymore, but decided that as long as it didn't adversely affect me there was nothing to worry about.
"Even with the smallest plug I could find it still wasn't easy getting it into my cervix. One has to reach inside at just the right angle, keeping a firm grip on the base with two fingers, then push up. If your aim is off, or your plug is too big it slips to the side. It's not as easy as it sounds, trust me. At that point I was well experienced, but it still took a couple of tries to successfully dock the plug.
"The water hit me faster than anticipated. This wasn't the slow steady flow that I was accustomed to when using my gear at home. The faucet seemed to have only two positions: Sahara Desert or Niagara Falls. I was easily inflating at five times my normal pace. It was either that or nothing. I knew it would be unsafe to continue at that rate, but the speed with which I was gaining size was fantastic. I had to continue. In ten minutes I was the size I had been when I was pregnant; in fifteen I was as large as I had ever been up until that point.
"My wisdom failed me that day, overpowered by my pride, jealousy, and lust. As large as I was, I had to go larger. I had to show him how far I had progressed. I had to make my ex-lover wish he'd never left me. I had to make him want me enough to break the bonds of matrimony. I craved his touch and needed him to fill me. With my belly filling over three quarters of my lap I let the water flow once more. My skin grew tighter than it ever had before. I felt things inside me squish. Then came a flash of pain. It was short and sharp, and it shocked me.
"Instantly I stopped the water. My immense, for the time, belly rested heavily upon my thighs. I was scared, worried that I had injured myself badly. I wondered if I should go to a doctor but was mortified by what they might think when they discovered why I was so large. Surely were it really serious there would be no question. The pain grew less intense as the minutes ticked by. Something felt a little strange inside me, but it didn't feel bad enough to warrant missing this opportunity. I decided to not visit the emergency room, and press on with seeing my friend.
"When my friend saw me, his expression was priceless. It was everything I had expected. His eyes got as big a saucers and his mouth dropped open when he took in my bulk wrapped in a skin tight mumu. I was proud of the effect I had on him. I could see in his eyes that he wanted to jump on me right there and damn the consequences. My pride however turned to shame when the woman next to him said 'Honey, you didn't tell me she was pregnant.'
"I played along with the pregnancy angle, but I could see the desire and guilt reflected in my friend’s eyes. His wife turned out to be a very nice person and she was made aware of what transpired that day one evening a few months down the line. In discussion after the fact it came out that my friend felt angry and betrayed that I would pull such a stunt on him. He decided it would be best if we didn't see each other. I, acutely embarrassed at my behaviour and manipulation of him, agreed.
"It turned out that I wouldn't be doing anything inflation related for a while anyway. After our meet up I couldn't very well expel where my friend's wife might see me after. To keep up appearances I left, still inflated, after pushing my driver’s seat way back. I drove all the way home, laden with my cargo of water.
I went to expel immediately upon arriving home. Carrying around that much water for that long is very tiring. I unstopped the hose from my plug and let the water flow into the bathtub. After a few minutes I noticed that there was tinge of red in the water. Understandably I was worried, remembering the pain I had felt when filling earlier, but there was nothing for it but to continue emptying myself.
"After a half hour no more water was coming out, but I still had a belly the size of a volleyball. That's when I realised I had ruptured my uterus. Fortunately the uterus is very tough and my rupture was limited to a small tear. If it had popped like a balloon I probably wouldn't be here today. Spanx helped hide the belly, along with a large top. A pad easily absorbed the trickle of blood from my tear. My pants did feel a couple of sizes too small for a few days. My whole body puffed up a bit while it dealt with the remaining water.
"As the pudginess subsided I felt a growing lack of energy and listlessness, and a trace of nausea. It got hard to concentrate a week after the incident. I attributed it to emotional turmoil at the time, but then three days later I passed out at work and woke up two days after in the hospital with my ex-husband and children at my side."
Allie wiped a tear away, or at least she tried to. Her hand could no longer reach her face. Her chest was gone. The cartilage holding her bones together had stretched enough that her ribcage was completely spread out on the surface of her womb. Previously slender and graceful, her neck now was squat and wide. Her breasts had diminished to the point of nothingness, blending in with the rest of her body, leaving just a couple of apricot coloued circles where her now stretched areolae were. Her shoulders and several inches of her arm had been consumed, somewhat limiting her manual mobility. The remains of her upper arms, almost two feet wide where they joined her body, tapered into her normally sized elbows. The humerus bones in both arms poked divots into her uterus, but it was starting to fight back and Allie wasn't sure how long she's still be able to use her arms.
Her bum and hips had been consumed by her body's need for flesh. Her legs had been pushed out of their sockets a while ago. When that had initially happened they had hung vertically briefly, but soon her pelvis halves and femurs drifted apart and her legs had started to be absorbed. At this point they had disappeared to half way down her thighs. What remained of them stuck out tangentally to her swollen body. Her femurs had been pushed down at first, briefly keeping her legs length as the soft tissue was hauled up, but it didn't last. The pressure had become too great and her femurs were ultimately pushed to the sides, bringing her legs in line with the tangent of her circumference, toes pointing towards the stool with half her thigh absorbed.
"Dirty pipes and a hemorrhaged uterus had combined to give me a nasty blood infection. The hospital was bewildered as to how I got it. Embarrassment kept my mouth shut. I was out of action for nearly a month while dealing with the medications and tests and general malaise while I recovered. They had kept me under observation in the hospital for most of the time. Apparently I was pretty touch and go for a while. I'm glad my company had a good benefits plan or I would have been financially ruined and probably dead.
"When I felt well enough to go back online a few weeks later and venture back into the twisted corners that I so enjoyed before my incident, I was floored by the outpouring of concern by the online circle of sexual deviants I'm proud to call my friends. I guess being female, and one who's known to go large, and as far as I can tell the only person on the internet to practice uterine inflation at the time on a regular basis has a way of attracting followers to me. There were typical trolls, lots of them, and it hurt to read the glee at my disappearance in their comments, but the people that cared and expressed concern kept me buoyed. Some of them I contacted to assure that I was in fact still alive and hadn't popped as spectacularly as the trolls had suggested.
"I took a few days and wrote a lengthy post about what had happened, highlighting the need to be careful about what you put into your body, to listen to your body, and to not listen to your lust too much. It quickly became my most viewed post of all time, and I was pleased that others were hopefully learning from my mistakes. In interviews for fetish 'zines, that incident is what I get asked the most about."
Allie found herself having to work harder not to pronounce her words properly. Her neck had been absorbed and she could feel her face lifting off her skull as her ever swelling womb demanded more space to grow. It made it harder to talk. Her lips were pulling apart of their own volition and the corners of her mouth were getting pulled wide. Allie however wasn't a quitter. She needed to finish her story before fulfilling her most outrageous desire and entirely transcending her human form.
"My return to work was uneventful. It took a few days to transition back into my role and get up to speed on what had happened in the two months I had been away. One of the products I had been working on tested well and it had been given the go ahead for human trials. It worked by increasing the elasticity of cellular membranes. After a week of application the subject’s skin could non-destructively stretch by up to fifteen percent in the area of application. This one compound became my career for a while and a real cash cow for the company. Though cleared only for topical application there was nothing toxic in it, that had been something I was adamant about, so it could even be ingested safely though it wouldn't taste very good. Neither did it smell very good.
"Since then, my life has been fairly uneventful. I continued at work, tailoring revisions of my original formula to the company's wants and needs. Even after I became lab manager I still was able to get my hands dirty from time to time. As the foremost expert on my compound it naturally fell to me to oversee any changes or alterations to it.
"I resumed inflating shortly after returning to work. My insides healed. The old rip just feels like a slightly tight spot. I was dismayed to learn that I had lost a decent amount of the progress I had made beyond five gallons, but regained it quickly. I took my time and was understandably leery of pushing my maximum.
My online activities increased and I eventually opened a page of my own to host my content and have my own forums and keep the trolls out. It was actually my college lover’s suggestion. He's contacted me shortly after I had returned to the web. Word of mouth about what had happened had reached him. He called me as soon as he'd heard to see how I was doing. I took the chance to once again express my regret at what I had done. It was a pleasant conversation that went a long way to repairing the rift rent between us.
"He told me that he'd explained exactly who I was to his wife and she had proved more open-minded that he'd expected. She was curious about it. I guess it was like finding out a seemingly normal person you had just had a conversation with was gay. I'm glad to say that her and I have since become friends.
"Years passed and life progressed. I kept up my fetish, devoting more and more of my life to it. I figure that I had done it for as long as I had, I may as well go for broke. I recorded video on my webcam, and even started doing live inflation shows. Some of my close community friends joined me from time to time. I was even able to convince a couple of new moms to try uterine inflation before their cervixes entirely closed back up.
"Note to all you men out there thinking of having kids; a pregnant woman is a very frustrated, horny woman. When the baby is out she's going to want you in in as many new and interesting ways you can think of. Take advantage of it."
Allie was nearing the end of her story now. Since her skeleton had come apart, nobody had left their seat, not that she could see the audience anymore. Her face was no longer on her head. Her skull had been surrounded and overtaken by her uterus, lifting her features off of it, leaving her staring at the boom mike now just a foot away from the top of her round form.
With Allie's increased size came a corresponding decrease in the length of her limbs. As the flesh of her torso was so stretched, the relatively loose skin on her limbs was in much higher demand, and quickly being used. Her arms and legs has entirely disappeared, leaving just her extremities. She was close to being nothing but a ball. She could feel the familiar tightness starting.
Her muscles didn't pull in the same direction they used to. Instead of working in their prescribed manner, in their regular shape and location, they were stretched over her surface. What before would have been a small twitch was now a large jerk. What before has been rapid movement was now but a ripple on her side. Though Allie did a wonderful job of adapting, her difficulty was evident in her mispronunciations.
"When I retired I took a concentrated batch of the most effective form of my compound. For the past six months I've been bathing in it, drinking it, mixing it into my saline. I must say, I'm more than pleased with the results. For me this is a dream come true.
"When I become completely spherical, this fetish museum will be officially open to the public, and I will be the first display in the inflation exhibit."
With that, Allie ceased speaking. She let the pleasure of this ultimate inflation consume her. Her features went lax as she surrendered to her body's wish to orgasm. There was a plapable silence in the hall as Allie grew larger, broken after a short while by a single set of clapping hands. A second and a third set joined and before long there was full on applause.
One by one the guests left. Some passed by the stage to touch Allie. A few kissed their hands first; those were Allie's close friends. Eventually the only people left were Mike and John.
"So, you must be John," Mike said, extending a hand.
"Guilty," John replied, shaking the offered hand. "Nice to meet the man who tamed Allie."
Mike scoffed. "I don't think tamed is the word I'd use." He turned to regard the sphere on a stool that used to be his ex-wife. "She was certainly something special, wasn't she? There was always something about her that made you want to want to explore her, wasn't there."
"She is something special," John corrected him. "And she'll remain so for a long time I think."
Mike grinned amicably. "We'll have to agree to differ there. You see her as something more. I see as something less, though I envy her courage to take this step."
"It's what she always wanted," John said.
The two men were silent for a bit, both gazing upon the sphere that had once been the woman they both loved. "You'll take good care of her." Mike stated, he didn't ask.
"Of course I will," John replied, "she was my first true partner. Her vitals are being monitored 24-7. If anything does happen I’ll let you know."
Mike nodded. He laid a hand on Allie's side. "I'll miss our conversations Allie. Even though I don't understand, I'm glad you got your wish," he said, then turned back to John. "Good luck with the museum."
"Thanks," John said. "Our opening couldn't have gone better thanks to you."
Mike nodded. "Let me know when you open a vore exhibit, will you?"
John snorted. "You saw how people reacted to this. After the controversy likely from someone getting eaten alive you'll be hard pressed to not know when the vore exhibit opens."
There was an understandable buzz about the opening of the museum. Mainstream culture had never seen such a brazen display of a fetish so deviant. It definitely piqued curiosity and condemnation. For some people it was philosophically challenging. Did Allie still count as a human? If so, what defined human? For others it was enlightening and eye opening about parts of themselves. For another part of humanity it an example of everything that was wrong with sexual liberation; after all, look at her. She could do nothing. That wasn't living, that was simply existing. It wasn't empowering, it was stifling her life. Some people weren't even sure if she counted as female anymore; she certainly didn't look like a woman.
Over time Allie was joined by several other live exhibits, though none so extreme as herself. These living displays were both titillating and informative about their fetishes, as was Allie's vision. The museum quickly became a beacon for tolerance and a target for hate. Regardless, before long the museum had the sponsorship of several organizations. It became self-sufficient under John's adept management, no longer depleting Allie's bank account. It even started paying her and the other living exhibits a stipend.
Allie's two sons never came to see her, though Mike did from time to time; but his visits stopped shortly after the vore exhibit opened. Her daughter, Angie, visited her most often. Something about her mother fascinated her. She had been a pioneer in an unfriendly land. Years later attitudes had changed, though nobody had come close to duplicating Allie's feat. Inflation still wasn't entirely accepted, but there was definitely an upswing in popularity; and inflationists could sense the balance shifting in their favour.
Angie's marriage was dissolving, though neither she nor her husband wanted to admit it. The still loved each other; they just weren't in love with each other anymore and getting on each other's nerves. Angie needed a change. They decided to try a trial separation. Angie was going to rent an apartment across town, nearer her employer too. She was going through storage to get everything she would need at the new place when she found a box she had hidden away that her mother had left her before the museum opening. She had never opened it. Curious, she took off the lid. Inside she found a couple of sealed one gallon bags of a while cream, what looked like an IV set with a large tube and no needle at the end, and a note which read:
Angie, I don't think you'll understand what I have done, but please realize that it's something I need to do. Your father doesn't get it, but at least he tolerates my 'peculiarity'. I fear your brother’s fall on the side of the closed-minded, so to you I am reaching out. I can't say if you share my proclivity for inflation (though having caught you with pillows stuffed under you clothes, I think you might). I know you know, despite my efforts to shield you all from this side of my life. You were the reason I bought a lock for the bedroom. I remember seeing your brown eyes through shining thought the cracked door. I did so to save you both embarrassment and shame, though I know the action I take tonight will probably undo that.
In case you indeed are interested in following in my footsteps in this regard, I leave you a starter kit. Take some time to work your way up. Don't rush things. I have always found inflating to be both relaxing and fulfilling in a way nothing else is. When you've reached your natural limit try using the cream. It's my raw formula. It will allow you to do amazing things, though use it with care. Don't get carried away like me... unless you want to.