Leah and Sarah, Part 2

CW: Very Dark Tone, Female Cream Inflation, Popping, Farting, Dub-Con, Extreme Humiliation Sarah stood with Declan’s mother pinning her hands behind her back. She struggled against the other woman’s grip, but not very hard. Before Sarah stood Declan and his father. The teenage boy was rooting around in his messenger bag, no doubt for the instrument of Sarah’s demise. They, and the passengers gathered eagerly around them, were standing knee deep in the blueberry goop that had just exploded out of Sarah’s daughter, an awful brat named Leah whom Sarah was glad to be shot of. If the other passengers had their way, it seemed that Sarah was about to share her daughter’s fate, as punishment for her lackluster parenting. “I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced,” Declan’s mother said in Sarah’s ear. “My name is Kaitlin. Of course you know Declan, and his father is Kenneth. Now you tell us your name.” “I’m Sarah,” Sarah said. She looked down at the boy. “Are you going to kill me?” “Oh yes,” Declan said cheerfully. “As I see it, you deserve to die much like your daughter, and what better time to carry out the sentence?” Sarah shivered. Of course it went without saying that she was scared out of her wits of suffering the humiliating, messy, and prolonged death that she had just helped to inflict on Leah, but on the other hand — and there was just no getting around it — Sarah was hornier than she had ever been in her life. She couldn’t stop herself from dwelling on the image of Leah’s cunt blown up like a giant pair of fat purple lips, or the sounds that Leah had made, moaning, crying, and screaming herself to a hot, sticky demise. What had it felt like? God, what would it feel like? “Tsk,” Kenneth said, looking down at Sarah’s crotch. “Feel her pussy.” Kaitlin reached around and slipped her free hand down to cup Sarah's vagina through her yoga pants. “God,” said Kaitlin in Sarah’s ear. “You are dripping, baby.” “I’m not surprised your daughter turned out how she did with such a careless hedonist for a mother,” Kenneth said. “Well, you’re in for the ride of your life now,” said Kaitlin. “Come on, son,” Kenneth said. “Time to decide.” “Here,” Declan drew a paper-wrapped cube of gum out of his messenger bag. “This should do the trick.” Kenneth took the gum from his son and looked it over. “Hmm. Creampie. Good choice.” “Ooohh,” Kaitlin cooed appreciatively as her husband unwrapped the gum and approached the captive Sarah. “If you thought what happened to little Leah was exciting then you’re in real luck. This gum will fuck you like you’ve never been fucked.” “Open up,” said Kenneth as he pressed the chalky white cube of gum to Sarah’s lips. After a moment’s hesitation, Sarah reluctantly opened her mouth and accepted the gum, biting it sensuously between her front teeth as she closed her lips. The crowd erupted in a cheer. “She’s really going for it!” a woman exclaimed. “She’s even more of a slut than her kid,” added another. Sarah expected to be hit with the gum’s side effects instantly, but all she got at first was the flavor. It tasted like sweet whipped cream, and it made her saliva thick and fluffy so that when she swallowed it felt like a mouthful of whipped cream was actually sliding down her throat. This phenomenon was so distracting that Sarah was actually surprised when she felt her nipples, already rock hard beneath her blouse, start to tingle. It felt like they were being tweaked and sucked on at the same time. Sarah moaned and pawed at her own hefty jugs. Kaitlin, seeing that the gun was starting to take effect, released the other woman. “Tell us what you’re feeling,” Kenneth said. Sarah blushed. “Yeah, tell us!” exclaimed an onlooker. “Tell us!” “I-it’s like there’s someone... sucking on my tits,” Sarah said breathily. “No— now he’s just pinching them... His mouth is moving down my body to— to— Oh...oh...oh yeah! Mmn~” Sarah moaned and bucked her hips gently as she felt a phantom mouth seal around her cunt and a phantom tongue begin to probe her clit. This time she actually did make it to orgasm, groaning and doubling over after only a minute of stimulation. The gum didn’t give her a break. Sarah hadn’t even begun to recover when the sensation in her pussy changed again. Now it felt like something very large and solid was pressing against — into — her vagina. “He— he’s going inside me,” Sarah shrieked, delirious with excitement. Sarah’s hips rocked wildly and her pussy made weird sucking noises as she felt the phantom cock pistoning in and out of her. Kaitlin made way for Sarah as she took a few shaky steps back and finally toppled into a vacant seat, landing on her ass. There she sat, eyes closed in bliss, squeezing her fat tits, bouncing up and down, and flinging her long hair back and forth like a porn star. Declan and his family had already made good on their promise of the ride of her life, but Sarah wanted more. She couldn’t wait for her pussy to look like her daughter’s had. “How long before I start to blow up?” Sarah managed to ask breathlessly. “Oh, not long now,” Declan said. “Excited?” “Ooh, yeah~” Sarah cooed. “I want a big fat juicy cunt like my stupid bitch of a daughter. I deserve everything she got.” “And more,” Kaitlin said. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your wish soon.” Almost on cue, Sarah felt the phantom cock inside her begin to throb harder and harder with every thrust, till finally she felt it swell inside of her and erupt. Sarah felt thick, heavy whipped cream shooting into her body through her pussy. “He’s cumming!” she shrieked. She expected it to stop at any second, but the cock kept fucking her even as it came, and it never stopped cumming — it just pumped and pumped and pumped away at her in more ways than one. To her delight, Sarah’s cunt was the first thing to start blowing up. As her labia pumped up, Sarah’s yoga pants stretched tightly over them, so that everyone could see them throbbing as they sucked on the imaginary penis. The feeling of her pussy packed full of soft cream made Sarah impatient to start blowing up in earnest, and she didn’t have to wait long. Soon she was plumping up all over — her thighs thickening, her ass billowing, her belly bloating, and her tits burgeoning. The cream packed into Sarah’s belly was too thick to gurgle, but when she felt it start to churn she sensibly bent forward, placed her hands on her thighs, and let loose a long, wet, rippling fart that stained the seat of her yoga pants dark with cream and sweat. “That’s the spirit,” Kaitlin said. “Let it all out you sloppy slut.” Kaitlin punctuated the remark by delivering a swift smack to Sarah’s soft, smushy rear. “The funny thing about this sort of gum,” said Declan, catching Sarah’s gaze, “is that the main effect multiplies the more pieces you take. Here, see for yourself.” Declan unwrapped two more pieces of the gum and held them out. Sarah considered them warily for a moment before reaching out, snatching them up, and stuffing them into her smacking gob, chewing them up in an instant. Sarah gave a high-pitched gasp as she felt another phantom cock start to probe her body. It poked around her buttocks before sliding between them, poised at her entrance. As another fart opened her rectum wide, Sarah maneuvered her hips back and down as if to sit on the new cock, and she was rewarded with the feeling of something thick, meaty, and warm sliding up her butthole. At nearly the same time, Sarah felt her lips tingling, as if something was playing against them. It took her a few moments to identify what the thing was: a phantom mouth, a set of thick, full lips brushing against hers. Sarah puckered up and felt the phantom lips smooch her back. The swelling woman squeezed her tits and moaned into nothing as she made out with the specter. Eventually the mouth withdrew, and Sarah wondered just what was going to happen next. She got her answer very quickly when a third phantom cock forced her mouth roughly open and shoved itself in. Gagging in surprise, Sarah felt all three pieces of gum slide down her throat to land softly in her cream-filled tummy. Now having lost the ability to speak, Sarah just stood there, moaning and gagging and filling up faster and faster with heavy whipped cream. Declan and his family beckoned the onlookers to close in and they eagerly obliged, surrounding the expanding woman and observing her with great interest and relish. Several particularly bold spectators chose to move even closer in and start feeling Sarah up. She grabbed them and pulled them closer to her, guiding their questing hands to her tits, her ass, her belly, her pussy. They rubbed and squeezed her all over, and soon they began to tear off her straining clothes to reveal the horny woman in all her fattened, gassy, milky-pale glory. She was by now reaching the point where her thickened arms and legs seemed to be getting shorter as they smoothed out into the curve of her torso. “Oh gosh,” Sarah whined as the phantom cock in her mouth withdrew temporarily. Her chubby cheeks glowed hot pink. “So big and soft and squishy... wet and gooshy! Mmm... and horny!~ Ohhh yes... I’m a big fat horny slut... a heartless huh-huh-hunh-whore... guh-gimme what I deserve!~ Oh yeah!~ Fuh-fuck me to duh-death!~” “Hmm, such enthusiasm,” Kenneth mused. “But pace yourself, Sarah,” said Kaitlin. “You’ve still got a long way to go before then. Cream is so much less dense than juice. It could be days before you’re ready to burst. And unlike your daughter, I think you deserve to feel every last second of pressure.” Days of feeling like this? Feeling like this, but moreso? A death even longer, more humiliating, more pleasurable, than her daughter’s? Sarah wanted to scream with a mixture of joy and terror, but found herself gagged once again by the return of the phantom cock. The commotion in the carriage was drowned out by a loud ding as the train suddenly pulled into a station and screeched to a stop. The doors slid open. “Alright, party’s over!” a tinny voice rang out from an unseen loudspeaker. “We’ve already got enough of a mess to clean up here. Get that blimp outta here.” “Come on,” Kenneth said, giving Sarah’s massive left buttock a squeeze. “There’s a nice little studio not too far from here where you can enjoy your last couple days.” Sarah was still able to waddle, but only just, and it was hard to concentrate on where she was going when invisible cocks were sending throbbing waves of pleasure through her whole swollen body from her oversensitive pussy and pucker. It was all Sarah could do to cooperate as Declan’s family and most of the other passengers gently guided her down the aisle, through the still-cooling slurry of her late daughter, and off of the train. It was a tight squeeze, but Sarah was just able to squeeze her soft body through the door and onto the platform. She caught the attention of a number of bystanders as her throng of tormentors paraded her down the platform, and several of them dropped whatever they were doing to join the procession. Sarah was far too wide to fit between any of the sets of railings that divided the stairway into lanes, so her followers had to hoist her up over their heads and carry her up the stairs. She groaned and squirmed, bathing them in creamy-smelling farts as they hefted her bulk one stair at a time. When they finally reached the top of the stairs, the party dropped Sarah to the ground with a heavy thud. By now she was seven feet wide and had completely outgrown her limbs, robbing her of even the ability to waddle. They had to roll her the rest of the way out of the station, over the turnstiles and onto the street. Sarah took up the entire sidewalk as her tormentors rolled her along down the crowded city center. Pedestrians dove to get out of the way of the massive creampie, while those lucky enough not to be in her way called out and pointed to her, and pulled out their phones to film her as she was rolled away to her fate. “Look at that blimp!” people exclaimed. “What a cow!” Hot, creamy tears of shame rolled down Sarah’s plump cheeks as she heard the jeers. She absolutely loved it, the attention and humiliation. She had always known deep down, ever since she was just a bratty young girl like Leah, that she was an irresponsible slut who deserved to be exposed and punished in front of everybody, and it was so sweet to finally get her just desserts. The party finally arrived at a tall, industrial building sandwiched between two significantly more stylish skyscrapers. They rolled Sarah down a wide alley to a sort of loading bay in the back, and, after a brief pause as they waited for the bay doors to grind open, pushed her inside. Despite now being a whopping ten feet wide, Sarah had plenty of room in the long featureless hallway that they rolled her down, and there was enough space in the freight elevator at the end that the entire party was able to join the creampie woman inside — it was a pretty tight squeeze, though, and by the time the elevator reached the eleventh floor the creamy whore had filled the enclosed space with sweet-smelling farts that had been squeezed out of her by jostling passengers. Sarah was rolled off of the elevator and into a room so huge that it seemed to occupy almost the entire floor of the building, save for a few enclosed huts and bunkers distributed here and there along the walls and in the corners. The chamber was like a gigantic padded cell, although the formerly white cushions that covered the walls and floor were stained in dozens of vibrant colors, like a smudgy Pollock painting. Scattered throughout the room were all manner of weird instruments, from big, soft-looking pillows to what could only be described as giant sex toys. The only windows were high and narrow on the far side of the room from the elevator. Sarah had time to take all of this in as she was rolled into the center of the room and left lying on her front. “Welcome to popping room number eleven,” said Declan, looking up at the creampie’s bloated face. “As you can see, you’re far from the first to meet your fate here,” Kaitlin said. “Though you’ll be enjoying a longer stay than most.” “And you won’t get lonely,” Kenneth added. “I’m sure you’ll have plenty of visitors once your stream goes live. Maybe even your baby’s daddy, if he’s still in the picture.” To illustrate what he meant, Kenneth pulled a remote control out of his pocket and pressed a button. From every corner of the room, red lights flicked on: cameras to record Sarah’s protracted demise. Several screens arrayed around the room turned on, showing a web page with a live feed of Sarah and a running comments thread which immediately started to pick up in activity. “In case you were wondering,” said Kaitlin, “you can still get fucked even with those phantom cocks going at you. And yes, you’ll feel it all.” For the rest of the evening, Declan’s family and their guests enjoyed the helpless creampie, aided and abetted by several newcomers who arrived intermittently after having seen Sarah on the stream. They took turns fucking her in every one of her swollen holes, and when they lost the patience for that they humped her soft, squishy flesh, piling on top of her and surrounding her with their vindictive love. By the end of the night, when the guests began to disperse, the 12-foot creampie had slowed in her growth, but her emotions were flowing faster and hotter than ever. Though she had gotten used to the constant throbbing pleasure of the phantom cocks, Sarah didn’t manage to get much sleep. When she did manage to overcome the mounting pressure and drift off, she found her sleep interrupted within an hour or two by a late-night visitor or two. By dawn Sarah was more exhausted than she had ever been in her life, and she was sure that she still had a day or more to go before she finally got her relief. As Declan’s father had predicted, Sarah’s husband Henry came to visit her that day, having heard about his wife’s appearance on the stream from a friend of his. A pair of white-suited attendants shooed some amorous visitors out of the room to give the couple privacy as Henry examined his cream-filled bride. He seemed just as pleased as she had been at their awful daughter’s death, and even more pleased, if that were possible, at the prospect of her own imminent explosion. In fact, he made no effort to hide his jubilation from her, and she wouldn’t have had it any other way. How right he was to want to be rid of her, and how richly she deserved the messy pop that was waiting for her. In fact, Henry was so excited for his wife to burst that he had reserved the popping room for as long as it took her to meet her end, so that he could see it when it happened. The couple passed the first few hours in desperate love making. Henry had always known how to please Sarah, and her long, tender hours in his rough care were the most exquisite pleasure that she had felt yet. He used the pills made available in one of the supply huts to temporarily grow his manhood well beyond the realm of normal possibility, and wielded it expertly in Sarah’s well-used holes, hitting all her most sensitive spots time and time again. This perfect bliss couldn’t last forever, though. By the end of the day Sarah had become a 20-foot blimp so utterly full that she could no longer concentrate on anything but the pressure. Sarah whined and screamed and cried for hours, totally and deliriously overwhelmed with pleasure and pain. Every inch of her body was like a throbbing, achy clit. Just sitting there was driving Sarah out of her mind, so now when Henry fucked her she couldn’t even think, just drown in the maelstrom of sensations. Even though she felt like she was going to split open at any second, Sarah was too much of a greedy, horny slut to ask Henry to stop, though of course she was long past being at all capable of doing so. This was how Leah had felt for the last few minutes of her life, but Sarah got to endure it for hours and hours. Dawn finally broke on the longest night of Sarah’s life. At some point Henry had somehow managed to fall asleep in the crook of her huge, pillowy tits, even though she screamed and wailed each time he shifted even slightly. Eventually she was able to moderate this response faster than the pressure intensified, so that when Henry awoke and sat up, Sarah only whimpered and sobbed. Henry crawled up Sarah’s body to where her head sat sunken into her roundness. She gazed up at him with wide, desperate eyes. Her chipmunk-like cheeks bouncing, plump lips parted around an invisible cock, she gave a shriek and a spasm every other second, whenever her body was rocked by a fart or simply by a wave of sensation. The waves were coming closer and closer together, so now they were happening every few seconds, wracking her whole form with unimaginable pleasure and pain. As Henry slid down so that he was face-to-face with Sarah, she felt the phantom cock leave her mouth. “I— ooohh... I think I’m... almost duh-done...~” “Mmm, finally. I can’t wait to see you paint this room.” “Mmm, y-yeah?~” “Oh yeah. I always regretted marrying you Sarah, but now I’m glad I did, because all those years of putting up with you and our horrible daughter were worth it just to be here now and see you finally meet the nasty end you’ve always deserved.” “M-hm, m-hm,” Sarah whimpered in between sobs. The shockwaves were blending together, becoming constant. Sarah’s husband leaned down and kissed her on her plump lips. She closed her eyes, kissed him back, and screamed into his mouth until the end. With a monumental splat, Sarah burst. Her husband was thrown up into the air for a moment before crashing back down into the pile of whipped cream dispersed by Sarah’s explosion. He lay there in his wife’s wreckage for several minutes, until an attendant arrived in the freight elevator and strode into the room. “Afraid I’ll need the room,” said the attendant. “Got to get it prepped for cleanup.” “Of course,” Henry got to his feet. “Hey, so... do you pop people here often?” “Every day,” the attendant says. “There’s almost always at least two or three blimps here on any given day. Follow the stream. If you see anyone you like, standard visitation rates apply.” “That's good to know," Henry said, making a mental note to log in as soon as he got home. He turned to leave. "Hey." The attendant's voice made Henry stop in his tracks and turn back. "What's up?" "Watch yourself, buddy. They don't just pop women here, you know. They'll do anyone they think deserves it, and that's a long list. Most of the long-term patrons make it on there sooner or later and, well, you seem like the type." "Hey, I don't--" The attendant cut him off. "Just my advice, mate. Take it or leave it." Then he walked off without giving Henry a chance to respond. Henry found himself frowning as he made his way out of the facility. The attendant had been full of it, he was sure. But then why did it give him a pleasing twinge to imagine experiencing what his wife had felt in her final moments? And, more ominous still, why did his loins begin to stir when he thought of the ones who had done that to her judging him worthy of the same punishment? As he drove home, Henry considered that perhaps it would be wiser to heed the attendant's advice and not let himself become too fascinated with the bursting of others. Yes, that would be the wise thing to do. But Henry had never been one to do the wise thing — he had married Sarah, after all — and when he made the choices that he was going to make, he would deserve everything that came with them.

Leah and Sarah, Part 1

CW: Very Dark Tone, Female Blueberry Inflation, Popping, Farting, Borderline Incest, Non-Con, Extreme Humiliation Disclaimer: I originally wrote this purely for my own enjoyment, not to share it with anyone, so it's pretty gratuitous in every way you could name. Still, gotta post something. “This is bullshit.” Leah muttered as she trudged off of the platform and onto the train, following behind her mother Sarah. “Shut up,” Sarah sighed as she and her teenage daughter made their way to a pair of vacant seats. Leah was 18 years old and the picture of a rebel, with her heavy makeup, prominent piercings and low-cut, short-skirted dress. Her long brown hair hung to her chest, with bangs that covered her forehead. She was exceptionally skinny, and there wasn't much for her plunging neckline to show off. Sarah resembled her daughter closely, though her own brown hair was slightly shorter and her bust did a fine job of filling out her blouse. Her chest was balanced out by an even more impressive derriere, the product of an indulgent middle-age, encased in a pair of yoga pants. As Sarah sat down beside her, Leah folded her arms and legs and sulked. It was a Sunday afternoon, and she was on her way to meet a tutor. What a massive waste of her precious leisure time, Leah thought. So what if her GPA had been falling and her college prospects were beginning to look dim? Education wasn't everything. What about enjoying her youth? She'd have the rest of her life to spend working on tedious chores like her schoolwork. The unfairness of it all made her blood boil. “I can't believe I have to go to this," Leah whined. “Not this again," Sarah snapped. "We already agreed you needed to get your grades up." “We didn't agree, you just decided." "And I get to decide because I'm your mother and I know what's best for you, so just be quiet and do as I say." "I will not be quiet!" Leah said, her voice rising in volume and causing a few heads to turn in their direction. "Leah, you're making a scene," Sarah squirmed under the gaze of the other passengers. "Good! I'm glad I'm making a scene! I want the whole train to know that my mom's a bitch who I hate." Leah went on in this fashion for almost five minutes, drawing the attention of every passenger in the carriage. Leah, who was fully in control of her faculties, noticed them all, and her mother’s embarrassment at their attention, with cold satisfaction. Unfortunately, Sarah was now determined to get her daughter to this tutor as much out of spite as out of concern for the girl's grades, and her resolve was unbreakable. Leah’s tantrum finally abated when she realized that her mother was not going to crack, so she resignedly resumed her sulk. Every so often she interrupted her sulk to gaze plaintively at the other passengers. Most of them hastily looked away, or returned her pitiful look with one of contempt, but there was one boy around Leah's age, directly across the aisle from her, who merely gazed back at her with benign interest. He was a very proper-looking young man in a gray sweater. Leah found her gaze returning to him over and over, and each time she found him looking at her with the same thoughtful expression. Eventually, as Leah’s eyes found the boy again, he met her gaze and leaned forward. "You should really go easier on your mom," he said. "Mind your own business," Leah spat. "You didn't seem so concerned with your privacy a minute ago." "Well, I am. So leave me the fuck alone." Declan narrowed his eyes and reached into the messenger bag laid across his lap. His hand emerged holding a little ball wrapped in blue foil. "Here," Declan held it out to Leah. "To make up for wasting your time." "What's that, candy?" Leah peered down her nose at the object. "Gum," Declan said. "Hmmf," Leah leaned forward to snatch the item. Leah unwrapped the foil to reveal the powdery blue piece of gum. She glanced at her mother. "Aren't you gonna say something about taking candy from strangers?" "I don't care," said Sarah monotonously. Feeling that this was the best rise she was liable to get out of her mother, Leah popped the gum into her mouth — allowing the wrapper to float to the floor — and began to chew. Leah was quickly overwhelmed at the gum’s juiciness. Each chew brought forth a big mouthful of sweet, blueberry-flavored fluid, and Leah swallowed them all in huge, thirsty gulps. The flavor of the gum was so overwhelming that Leah didn’t notice as, one-by-one, the other passengers all slowly began to stare at her. What the other passengers saw that Leah did not was that the girl was beginning to turn blue. A dull bluish spot appeared on the tip of her cute button nose and it got bigger and darker and richer as it spread out. Within a matter of minutes, the blue had covered her whole face and crept down her neck, her arms, her legs. Even Leah’s long, formerly brown hair acquired a distinct blue tint. Sarah watched all of this passively. Leah first noticed what was happening to her when the blue began to spread out from beneath the hem of her dress, traveling down her legs in thin indigo veins. Leah screamed. “Mom, mom!” she cried. “I’m turning blue!” “I noticed dear,” said Sarah bluntly. Leah gaped at her indifferent mother in astonishment. Still stinging from this blow, she turned to look around at the other passengers. Most of them were staring at her with some mixture of disgust, pity, excitement, and vindictive satisfaction. They leaned towards her for a better look at what was going on. Only Declan and the man and woman who sat on either side of him appeared completely calm and collected. Declan was sitting with his legs crossed and his hands folded primly over his bag. Given the muted reaction that her skin changing had received, Leah might have found it difficult to sustain a sense of panic if not for what had happened next. No sooner had Leah turned completely blue than she began to feel her stomach percolating. “Oh god,” she groaned, clutching her gut and bending double. Leah squirmed in her seat as the turbulence in her belly intensified. Her gut only settled when she lifted her ass and let out a long, wet fart. Purple juice splattered the rear of Leah’s dress and soaked through to the seat beneath her. “Nobody look at me,” Leah moaned between deep, rolling, farts. Her request was heeded by absolutely no one. Leah was no genius, but it didn’t take one to see that this was happening to her because of the gum she was chewing. Yet Leah was powerless to stop smacking away, savoring and gulping down every sweet mouthful of juice with total abandon. Each fresh dose of juice joined the churning hurricane in her belly, which felt fuller and fuller all the time. Leah felt her butt start to expand first. It plumped up beneath her like a water balloon on a hose, lifting her off of her seat and adding a cushiony auditory dimension to her rampant farts. The girl bobbed up and down on her ass as it swelled beneath her, spreading beyond the edges of her seat to press against the thighs of her mother and the man on her left. The man reached down to squeeze one of Leah’s thickening thighs and Leah answered his touch with a mewling whine and a massive fart. Leah’s belly briefly pooched out into a slight dome beneath her dress before quickly expanding to stretch the garment tight, its bulbous lower hemisphere exposed as it sat sloshing in her lap. Speaking of her lap, Leah gasped as she felt something else plumping up. Leah bit her lip and moaned as her vulva expanded juicily between her massive thighs, sending out pleasurable shivers that intensified the more they made her writhe and squirm. “Mom,” the swelling girl begged, “puh-please make it stop!” “I don’t want to,” Sarah said coldly. Leah’s dress didn’t last much longer, the juice-stained garment tearing through along the front and falling open beneath her. Not that Leah’s modesty was much of a concern anymore. The girl could barely fit in her seat anymore, and her expansion had forced her legs into the air, giving the whole train a clear view of her juice-slick pussy and gushing asshole, not at all concealed by the stretched-thin, sodden panties that still clung to the poor teen. “Stop looking at me... stop looking at me...” Leah babbled as she struggled to push down the leaky blue tits that had bloated to over triple their original modest size. “Ugh, what an obscene display,” one woman exclaimed. “Serves her right, the brat,” said another. “Someone ought to put this fruity slut out of her misery,” a teen boy jeered. “Won’t be much longer till she does that to herself,” the boy’s female companion observed. “I think this blueberry’s gonna pop.” “Pop!?” Leah screamed. Leah’s plaintive cry was punctuated by a high-pitched shriek as she became too huge for her seat, pitching forward off of it and onto the floor.  She landed on her front, bouncing on her now gigantic breasts. The girl was almost round, her limbs disappearing into the sphericality of her center mass. She was slightly wider around than she had been tall, her hands, feet, and head stuck into little dents on the surface of her round berry-ness. The leaking, farting fruit sobbed as another orgasmic tremor rocked her bloated frame. “Why’d you do this to me?” Leah moaned, looking up at Declan, who now sat directly in front of her. “Because you deserve it, throwing such a nasty tantrum,” Declan said. “Nasty brats like you have to be made an example of. Kids won’t want to turn out like you when they see you come to such a sticky end. Isn’t that right?” Declan nodded to a pair of kids across the train, a brother and a sister. “You’ll be good, won’t you? Because you don’t want to end up a fat, gassy, exploding fruit like this rotten bitch here?” The kids nodded vigorously. “We don’t wanna pop!” the boy cried. “You see?” Declan smiled down at Leah. “At least this way you can do some good before you die.” “Muh-mommy, don’t you hear him?” Leah whimpered, farting nervously. “Y-you won’t let me e-explode, will you?” “Oh yes, I will,” Sarah said from behind Leah, rocking her daughter gently back and forth with her sandalled foot. “Let's face it honey, at the rate you were going, you were never going to amount to anything more than this. It's better for everyone if you just pop and be done with it.” “Mommy, no!” Leah bawled, huge blue tears of betrayal rolling down her round cheeks and pooling on top of her pillowy lips. “L-look,” Leah changed tack, looking imploringly up at Declan with her huge, tear-filled eyes. “I know I was bad. I know... I know I deserve to be this fat, leaky blue freak... a-and I will! I’ll be a nasty, gassy blueberry forever, just please don’t let me burst! I don’t deserve to die!” “You deserve everything that’s coming to you,” Declan said. “But don’t worry, I’m not going to let you burst.” “Y-you’re not?” Leah sniffled, not daring to be hopeful. “No, that could take hours.” “Hours!?” Leah cried. “But I already feel so full! My... my vagina feels like it’s gonna explode...~” “I know,” Declan said. “So imagine how much worse it’ll get if I just let you burst on your own. I’m going to have to make you burst.” “No no no no no no please!” “It’s a fairly simple operation. Anyway, I couldn’t save you even if I wanted to. No matter how much I juiced you, you’d just blow up all over again. You would need juice suppressors to survive the process, and I’m afraid I’m all out... so burst you shall.” “But I don’t wanna,” Leah screamed. “Tsk tsk tsk,” Declan sighed. “It’s that sort of thing that got you into this mess. I guess you really never do learn.” Leah blubbered incoherently, her body alternatingly rocked by sobs and farts. With a soft twang, Leah’s panties finally gave up the fight and popped off, landing in the seat where Leah had once sat. Sarah picked the panties up, balled them up, and tossed them to Declan. Leah barely resisted as Declan pushed the juice-soaked cloth between her plush lips, silencing her inarticulate pleas for mercy. Declan got to his feet, followed shortly by his parents, a tall, well-dressed couple who, up till then, had simply sat silently and watched their son toy with the miserable blueberry brat. Together the three of them began to turn Leah in place. The blueberry barely resisted, only flapping her hands and kicking her feet weakly, and muttering through her own balled-up panties. They stopped turning Leah when her head was trapped between her body and the floor and her flatulent butt and massive, overly sensitive vagina were sticking up in the air. Declan unbuckled his belt and dropped his gray trousers, revealing a pair of briefs packing a very impressive bulge. Declan tugged his briefs off, allowing his bulky, half-erect member and pendulous balls to flop free. His cock thus unleashed, the boy scaled the great blueberry before him, grabbing great handfuls of her massive buttocks to haul himself up by. Sandwiched between the huge blue cheeks, Declan aimed his boner at the blueberry brat’s farting, puffed-up hole and thrust. He entered her in one motion, plugging the girl up tight. Leah gave a hoarse, muffled moan and kicked her feet frantically. Rather than begin to fuck the needy blueberry bitch, Declan just hung there, plugged into her, and began to play with her huge buttocks. At first he just squeezed and groped the huge, plump cheeks roughly, eliciting many hearty moans from Leah, but soon the boy progressed to slapping them vigorously, playing the jiggling buttocks like bongos. Leah’s moans became even louder and hoarser as Declan spanked her. “Listen to that little whore get off!” cried an onlooker. “Hope she appreciates these last minutes,” said another. Picking up on what was being done, Sarah got to her feet and found her daughter’s engorged privates staring her in the face. Sarah reached out to squeeze Leah’s massive mound, which squished in her hand and brought a quavering whine from the fruit. Sarah soon progressed from groping the swollen labia to slapping them, and that really got a reaction from the slutty brat. Leah screamed and screamed as her mother slapped her pussy, and juice bubbled like a geyser from the girl’s eager hole. With every slap the blueberry girl felt the pressure in her buttocks and vagina getting stronger and stronger, and it was already at mind-boggling levels. “Her own mother... sick!” said one girl. The kids whom Declan had cautioned against emulating the huge brat’s example, lest they share her juicy fate, watched with rapt attention. The sister was petrified with terror, but the brother seemed morbidly fascinated. He was leaning forward and staring at Leah intently. Declan’s parents soon got in on the action, his mother groping and slapping Leah all over her round body, and his father getting nude and dry-humping the enormous blueberry. Soon passengers from all over the train were converging on the young blueberry to grope and slap and hump her. And everywhere that Leah was roughly handled, huge purple bruises appeared on her soft blue flesh, and she felt the pressure and pleasure rising to fill her poor body impossibly tightly. The brat’s fists clenched and her toes curled. She threw her head, trapped though it was beneath her ticking time berry of a body, back and forth. The sensations were so overwhelming that the only ones Leah could zero in on were her pussy being slapped, her ass being filled, and her buttocks being spanked. Everything else was just a haze of furious abuse, mounting pressure, and soft bruised flesh. It felt so good and so terrible all at once that Leah was almost beyond caring about her rapidly impending fate. She knew that nobody could experience such an apocalyptic blend of sensations and survive — and she was right. The bitchy teen's blueberry body — hopelessly bruised, battered, and overripe — finally gave way beneath the passengers’ relentless onslaught. Leah burst mid-orgasmic shriek, her body imploding as her executioners tumbled into the space which she had once occupied and which was now home to a chunky pile of blueberry pulp. Sticky purple juice coated the seats, floor, windows, and passengers for ten feet around the epicenter of Leah’s explosion, filling the air with the sweet scent of blueberries and the musky odor of sex. Sarah was one of the first to rise from the wreckage of her daughter, wiping juice and chunks of Leah from her face and hair, and beaming exultantly. “Finally!” she crowed. “I’m free! Oh, I can’t wait to tell Henry the good news!” “Yes,” said a deep, poshly accented English voice from in front of Sarah. “Your awful daughter is finally dead. But you are not free.” It was Declan’s father, wiping himself off as his wife and son followed suit. “After all,” Declan’s mother crossed the aisle and wrapped Sarah in an unexpected embrace. “You’re just as much to blame for your daughter’s death as she was. It’s only fitting that you share a similar fate.” “Get your hands off me,” Sarah whimpered weakly, pressing gently against the other woman’s shoulders. Declan’s mother just smirked and squeezed Sarah’s generous buttocks. “The berry doesn’t fall far from the tree, sweetheart.” Sarah whimpered again as she looked around at the unsympathetic faces of the other passengers, the passengers whom she had just so cheerfully joined in ending her daughter’s life. Despite the icy grip of fear around her heart, Sarah couldn’t keep her pussy from throbbing as she pictured it swollen up like Leah’s, or even — to her great shame and horror — as she imagined her pulped remains joining her daughter’s on the floor of the train.

Oh shit I’m still alive, also fart inflation story

So, this was meant to be a birthday story for Octoboy, but, as you’ve probably noticed from my nonexistent content production, I find writing anything to be bizarrely stressful for no reason, so it just kinda languished, half-finished, until today, when I just kinda sat down and forced myself to write it. So, happy incredibly late birthday Octoboy, have some more fart inflation stuff, and I hope anyone who’s still watching this ghost town of a page enjoys too!

Gay, not-very-consensual fart inflation stuff ahead, so don’t read it if that’s not your thing.

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One of the best kink soundscapes I’ve heard.

Slime time!

Inspired by tentacles belly compilation I wanted to try playing around with audio samples myself, the result is a 14 minute looping soundscape that’s way too big for tumblr, so I had to make a preview, you can download the full thing here

Featuring slime, breathing, cleaned up stomach noises, burping, and occasionally slime coming out? use your imagination. Great for background noise while looking at gross things.

i wanna know where did you find the belly/bubbling/popping noises in your "blueberry boy" audio clip

They were from one or two different free stock sound effect sites. I can’t remember what they were called, but I found them pretty quickly with a half-assed google search, so if you go looking you should be able to find them pretty easily.

A little something I threw together on a whim today using my own voice and a ton of stock sound effects.

My voice acting is a little one-note, and whinier than I would have liked, but I’m not too displeased with it for a first attempt.