Mobile versionElena’s thoughts were concentrated only on the wonderful black box that she picked up from the post office yesterday, just before it closed. Now the box lay under the sink in the kitchen, and in the box itself there was a device that Elena had dreamed of for so long and was terribly embarrassed about. A small but powerful automatic pump with remote control designed to quickly inflate sports balls. But today this pump will serve much more interesting purposes...
She developed an interest in transforming her body in childhood. One day she watched a cartoon where a mouse funny inflated a cat, who flew up like a balloon, and realized that she wanted the same. Elena cultivated this desire in herself for a long time: she watched themed porn, various art on the topic of deceiving people. Perhaps her boyfriend could help her relieve sexual tension, but she hasn’t dated anyone for two years.
Just from the thought of the pump, just from the anticipation of how its smooth plastic tip will enter her unfortunate ass, Elena swam. She tried her best to concentrate on what one of her students was saying. He asked about homework, where she asked to do an exercise on the topic of the passive voice.
─ Yes, everything is correct Peter, in passive sentences, modal verbs are used according to the general rules, but instead of the infinitive, the infinitive in the passive form is used. For example, ─ she took a marker and went to the board and wrote on it.
Der Patient muß sofort operiert warden
She said it out loud and the sexy sound of the German words escaping from her mouth made her even more excited. Elena bit her lip. It even seemed to her that her panties were slowly getting wet. Today the weather was warm and Elena came to class in a short dress. Imagining how the students saw a trickle running down her leg, she hurried to sit back at the table.“No, I just can’t concentrate on class!” - Elena thought in fear and decided to give the students a screening test. According to the plan, it was supposed to be next week, but she decided not to wait that long.
With trembling fingers, Elena took out a folder with tests from her purse and distributed a copy to each of the ten students. Now, finally, she could fully enjoy the anticipation of how she would spend this evening....
The stream of fantasies carried her very far. She imagined turning on the pump and slowly starting to inflate like a balloon. In her wildest dreams, this took on completely phantasmagoric forms - Elena imagined how her body was inflated to such an extent that it became absolutely round and she, unable to move either her arms or legs, which had already turned into tiny appendages on a giant ball, soars up under the ceiling of your apartment. Helpless, she is carried into another room by a draft and suddenly, she notices a window that she forgot to close...
The voice of one of the students brought her back to the real world.
- I’m done!
Elena woke up and realized that while she was fantasizing, her hand involuntarily reached for her panties.
“Just a little more...” - she thought and decided the rest It’s time not to give in to such sweet dreams. She understood that they were impossible, but she wanted to feel at least a fraction of that sweet bursting feeling that occurs when one part of your body is filled with air.
When the last student handed in the work, Elena collected them and put them back in her bag. Then she said goodbye to the students, put on her jacket and quickly walked out of the office.
The desired bus left while she was standing at the traffic light. Elena waited at the stop for at least twenty minutes, from time to time falling into oblivion of her strange fantasies.
Once at home, she did not immediately run to the pump. The agonizing wait excited her so much that she decided to extend it a little longer. First, Elena washed the dirty dishes that had accumulated in the sink over the past four days. Afterwards, I wiped the countertop, then the coffee table in the other room, and when the burning desire to finally test the pump in action became irresistible, I returned to the kitchen and took out a black box from under the sink.
The first time was best to try it in the bathroom , Elena decided. No windows, no prying eyes. So she took the box into the bathroom and closed the door tightly. There she took off her baggy dress, then her bra and panties and remained completely naked in front of the coveted apparatus. Before unpacking the box, she looked at her reflection. A short, green-eyed, fair-haired girl with small breasts, emphasizing disproportionately large, protruding nipples and a narrow waist, looked at Elena from the mirror. Elena’s hair was pulled back into a tight bun. She pulled out the hairpin and unraveled them - it seemed to her that it was much arousing.
To get even more aroused, she began to massage her nipples, sometimes lightly pinching them.
─ How much air can enter this bag! – she said rudely and slapped herself on the stomach.
That was the last straw; her pussy became wet in an instant, and Elena could no longer stand it. She opened the box, tearing one of the walls, and took out a black shiny device, shaped like an ordinary hand pump, only with a display.
And then she realized that she wanted more. She was already too excited.
If she couldn’t experience the feeling of helplessness by inflating herself like a balloon, then a pair of ropes, handcuffs and shackles with fur will help her with this - a bondage set that Elena prudently ordered. Along with them, she also ordered a sexy spandex suit that completely covered her body. Plain suits seemed too boring to her and Elena spent a long time surfing websites, trying to find something unusual, until she was attracted by a black catsuit with a deep white semicircular spot in front and a butterfly pattern on it, as if it were an office uniform and not a fetish toy.
To make the sensations even more acute, Elena decided to do this not in the bathroom, but in the room. She curtained the windows and laid out her accessories on the sofa.
At first she tried to put on a spandex suit, but her body was trembling so much from the rolling waves of excitement that she had to stop for a few minutes and calm herself with even inhalations and exhalations.
After that, she continued her preparations. She deliberately took the suit one size smaller, so that while she was putting it on, she sometimes heard a muffled crackling of threads, and when she finally managed to cope with it, the suit pleasantly squeezed her body.
She took a breath and swiped several times hands along the chest, slowly going down the stomach and lower, to the vagina, feeling the friction of the fabric and the warmth spreading throughout her body. After patting her belly one last time, she took the handcuffs, threaded a rope through them and hung them over the door. When the door closes, the handcuffs, and therefore her wrists, will be securely fixed. Elena threw the key on the floor, if everything goes according to plan, then she can easily free herself and take it.
“What could go wrong? Everything will be the way I want.” An inner voice told her that for the first time it was better to limit herself to simply starting the pump, and not tying it up. But the sweet feeling that her old dream was about to come true drowned out all fears and doubts. Elena could no longer stop.
The next action was to put shackles on herself. They, like the handcuffs, had pleasant soft fur, so they did not cause any discomfort. Elena spread her legs as wide as the shackles allowed and felt a pleasant tension in her ankles.
Then she took out a rope and tied it tightly to the door handle with one end, and made a loop from the other. Her plan was to put the loop around her hips and pull it tight so that if she needed to open the door, she could simply tuck her legs under her, pull the door handle down and push it down, and then push the door forward.
Now everything was ready for the main thing. Elena, breathing heavily, took the pump in her hands.
She unzipped the back zipper, and without thinking, inserted the tip of the hose into her anus. He entered him, and Elena could not hold back a muffled scream. It was unpleasant only in the first second, then the tip moved smoothly until it was finally fixed in her ass. Elena put the pump on the floor and vigorously wiggled her butt from side to side to check whether the hose would jump out, but it held tightly.
Elena was already all red, either from the hot suit, or from excitement and I had a hard time figuring out what I was doing. She took the pump remote control in her hand, threaded her legs through the loop of rope tied to the door handle, and pulled it tight so that the ropes dug painfully into her thighs. She raised her hands up, groped for the handcuffs hanging above her, and with difficulty, snapped first her right and then her left wrists, almost dropping the remote control.
Trembling with impatience, she pressed the button on the remote control. The pump started working, and air flowed through her rectum, straight into her stomach.
“Oh, yes!”
She wanted to scream with delight. It was really worth it! From the first seconds she felt herself starting to swell a little. Exactly like in my childhood dreams. The air pressure was quite comfortable, but she decided to make it a little stronger.
Elena pressed the second button on the remote control, and the pump started working more intensely. Another press and the air flowed much faster.
The belly began to grow stronger. Elena realized this by the way the spandex stretched.
─ Yes, yes... - she whispered, - faster...
And then a scream escaped from her throat:
─ YEAH!
Now Elena was all gone it doesn’t matter whether the neighbors hear it or not. She leaned forward, and her body, following the ropes that held it tightly, became taut like a string.
The stomach was sticking out more and more in front. He grew and grew, and Elena felt as if it was becoming easier. She stood on her toes and jumped up easily. Elena was still afraid that the hose might fall out of her butt.
Then she jumped harder, and even harder. Elena imagined herself as a bloated ball of tight spandex, held on the ground by ropes and handcuffs.
She jumped and jumped, and her bloated belly swayed with her. Elena went into ecstasy from this. Her hair was scattered across her red face. Bounce! And one more. She felt like she was about to fly into the air.
Finally, Elena stopped to catch her breath. Then she wanted to make the game a little more interesting. Elena pulled the hand that held the pump remote control slightly back and threw it. The remote control flew in an arc and hit the floor with a thud.
─ Oh, no! I dropped the pump remote! How can I continue... ─ she said deliberately pitifully and laughed.
Elena did not immediately feel how the air pressure began to increase. At first it excited her and nearly brought her to orgasm, but then it began to cause her anxiety.
“Apparently I threw that damn remote control too hard, and accidentally pressed the wrong button on it.”
Belly increased, and Elena felt slight discomfort. For now it was still a slight pain in the intestines.
“Okay, that’s enough. It’s time to stop this,” Elena decided. As planned, she crouched down a little to lower the doorknob strapped to her hips. Elena just didn’t take into account how much her incredibly swollen belly would interfere.
She managed to sit down on trembling legs, but Elena was afraid that at any moment she would collapse from the weight of her stomach and hang on handcuffs. She reached forward, but the damned door did not budge. She pulled harder and was horrified to hear something fall behind her.
It was the doorknob! Elena pulled the rope so sharply that it simply fell out of the door.
“Damn!”
Elena groaned as fear washed over her. She began to twitch from side to side, like a fly caught in a web, but the rope to which the handcuffs were tied did not give way. She didn’t have time to think of something ─ she was caught in her own trap.
Elena shook her hips as hard as she could, hoping that the hose would fall out of her ass, but to no avail. She tried to push the door with her butt so that the door would bounce back and open, but only drove the hose from the pump even deeper into her rectum.
Elena twisted her head, trying to find some way out. The air pressure became stronger. Her stomach was swollen, to a third the size of Elena herself, and a dull pain was growing inside it. The spandex was bursting at the seams.
─ Help! ─ she screamed.
Elena imagined emergency services opening the front door and finding her in this position: tied up, with an absurdly swollen belly, in a strange costume. But she decided that now this is the least of her problems.
No one responded to her screams.
“No, please, I don’t want...” ─ Elena’s confidence was gone.
─ HELP! PLEASE! ─ she screamed, losing her voice. ─ HELP...
Spandex burst. The stomach exploded with sharp pain.
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Elena’s neighbors heard the screams and called the police. The door was opened and the body of a girl was found, who died from the rupture of internal organs during rather strange sexual games.