It was terrifying.
It wasn’t the sudden, painfully massive surge in pressure that set my muscles on fire.
It wasn’t the guards that had now grown so small by comparison, and seemed to be shrinking further by the second.
It wasn’t even the hungry look in the newcomer’s eyes as he gazed at me in admiration, his drooling maw wide open and ready to begin enjoying the same bounty that had made me the shuttering mass that I’ve become.
No.
What terrified me was how eager I was for it all to be-
A low rumbling fills my head, similar to the previous act before his sudden exit. Every fiber of my being is vibrating, buzzing, straining to hold on… or with anticipation. My head is swimming in the thick sound of my body trying to contain itself. I imagine how my rumbling form must be echoing through the theater, filling it with the thunderous applause that I won’t be around to hear.
Shaking, burning, straining heat of muscles so large they could move buildings being forced to endure more and more. I can’t imagine how much pain I should be in, but all I feel is pleasure. My heart and soul beg to burst, to feel that final release, like an orgasm that had been building for years. I begin to resent the resilience of my body, silently and desperately pleading for some part of it to just give up.
…please…
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.