It started out as a typical day. Mariah at her kitchen table, eating a bagel with a special cream
cheese she's got a new age store. The kitchen had a white ceramic area with a china blue
counter, shining from the windows of the white living room, dining room and the small kitchen
window. She was wearing what some would consider her as sexy. An army tank top with light
green straps and cut off jeans going up to her lean thighs. As she was eating her bagel, as the
cream mixes in with her teeth, chewing massively and going down her throat. Then she felt this
urge to eat the other one. An urge to eat more. She gobble that one quiet a bit, but the eating urge
stopped. Now there was a low grumble in her stomach that turned into a high pitched fizzing in
her breasts and belly. She heard a deep swelling sound. She looks down and sees her stomach
growing to the size of a basketball. Her arms started to jiggle with excessive fat, flowing all
around to her arms and legs. She thought her clothes wouldn't keep up with the blowing fat. Her
face became rounder and rounder, her cheeks getting bigger with more and more blubber. Then
her thighs pushes against the arms rests on her chair. She lifted herself with her whole body,
jiggling immensely. The funny thing was that her buttocks became so big on each cheek the
chair got stuck between them. She tried to sit back down, but she got to about 500 lb.. and the
chair collapsed under her. She also became taller, as she weight grows, she gets bigger. She fell
and the whole house shaked, knocking down paintings, pictures and plants, like an earthquake
hit and she was the human earthquake. More like a human blimp. She got up and tried to balance
herself. Walking now became difficult. As she did, she wobbled back and forth. She hit head
against the wall and fell over again. This time, destroying her kitchen table. She couldn't get up
this time. She rolled around and went through the hallway opening, now growing bigger by every
second. Her humongus ballooned sized stomach touched everything. Ceiling, floor, side walls.
Her cheeks looked with she's storing overinflated beachballs. She was permanently stuck. Then
she heard her door creak and there was a brown-haired man, smiling with amusement.
"I've finally done it," he screamed.
He mustered his way through her fattened and blimped sides, almost getting squished. He climbs
on her fat as he sees an almost torn tank top and her cut off jeans didn't cover her giant belly.
"So my dear," he swooned. "How do you like your new size?"
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME," she said, speaking with all the fat in her, deepening her
voice.
"I love fat women and I love it we they become blimps. In short, your my blimp, blimpo,"
"WHAT, YOU CAN'T DO THIS!"
"I've already have."
Then he took out a hose, attached a huge machine filled with chocolate milkshake, very
fattening. he sticked in her mouth and pushed the button. The machine bellowed and pumped all
the milkshake inside Mariah.
"Happy drinking!"
The rate became fast as she was growing, blowing, fattening and inflating with milkshake.
"WELL, she thought, "MIGHT AS WELL".
by Alison "Balloonwoman" Gray