I’ve made a terrible mistake.

My muscles crush each other as my joints and bones strain to hold together. My entire body quivers and twitches as it continues to bloat outward. The gas flow has increased substantially, painfully straining my cheeks and throat. I’m no longer growing, but being blown up like a thick, meat balloon. Every strain rings in my ears. The feeling of the floor sliding under my widening feet as my legs splay to the sides sends shivers up my spine.

I have never been so aroused. 

If the hose were pried from my engorged maw, I would do nothing but beg to have it returned, but not before defiling the poor sod that removed it. Attempts to buck my hips and grind between my own mass ended in failure. An orgasm the likes of which I will never know is just a gentle touch away, my own body so massive that I can’t provide it myself; a thought that, in itself, titillates me further.