The Tighter the Better @thebelliburster - Tumblr Blog

MAGGIE 4

Before the annoying shrill of his alarm clock forced conciousness upon him he curiously awoke of his own volition. He noted the pale orange light streaming in through the window. The sun had barely cresting the horizon and he estimated that he was awake at least 15 minutes earlier than he should . Blinking away his disorientation his ears picked up on what he could only describe as hushed chanting, rythmic muttering. He lay motionless in bed, straining to hear but regardless of how hard he tried he couldn't quite make out the words. He looked up from under his lashes, concealing his gaze while feigning sleep. He found his wife sitting beside him and in the golds and oranges of the rising sun she looked absolutely stunning. The bed sheets were loosely covering her naked form, leaving the roundness of her ample breasts and curve of her lovely hips exposed. He continued to gaze at her petite yet shapely body, her ghostly pale skin looked smooth and looked like it would be cool to the touch, like a porceline doll. He found there was nothing about her more sensually appealing...nothing more divinely feminine than the enormous belly that protruded from her middle. A massive ball covered in flesh pulled far too tight, painfully so. The subtle light pouring in through the window reflected off of her shiny skin, slick with a thin sheen of sweat, causing the sheet to clinging to her in all the right places. she was propped up on a large stack of pillows, in the same position he had left her the previous night. He stifled a groan, thinking about how hard it had been for her to find a comfortable position last night...licking his lips and closing his eyes he played out the previous night in his minds eye. How she had attempted to lay on her back but her gravid belly put far to much pressure on her spine, her spine that had already been forced to bend and twist unnaturally to accomadate the massive growth that has been relentlessly stretching her in every direction. She said she could feel her spine bowing under the weight of her massive middle. Hearing her describe it...from her thick plump lips...

"Im gonna break...its too much" she whimpered while gripping the sheets until her knuckles turned white. She threw her head back exposing her long slender throat, he followed it down to her heaving chest and perfect bouncing breasts that sat atop her explosive swell. Her breathing became increasingly strangled. Her porceline throat working overtime to draw in breath. It was as if she were suddenly a fish out of water. Her mouth open, gasping. This position, on her back, seemingly causing her impossibly large belly to crowd her chest even further. Pressing against her tender ribs, filling her chest cavity until inflating her lungs became almost impossible.

"Baby...baby im gonna snap..." she cried out then gasped dramatically for air. Her spine continued to buckle under the oppressive weight, her chest continued to bob up and down erratically, her head still thrown back, juicy lips open wide. Eyes tired and glazed and beginning to roll upward. He watched her with a wildness in his eyes. All reason had fled leaving his devilish desires to multiply and flood his brain. The darkness in him rising, released by his need to see the enormous growth inside her wreck her. Her cries grew in intensity and she shook her head from side to side causing her jet black hair to fan out and eventually obscure her face. He quickly brushed the hair away, wanting to see her face twist and contort as she threatened to break in two under the weight of her belly.

"God Maggie..." was all his mind could conjure. His cock tented his boxers and he couldn't remember having been so achingly hard before in his life. He was frozen, stuck between arousal and morbid fascination.

He wanted to say reason finally struck him and that is why his body finally moved. but that would be a lie. No, in reality he was spurred on by his own selfish desire...for more. Always more. This couldn't stop now, not yet. She needed to endure much more. Much much more. Just the idea of her swelling, stretching, straining even bigger was enough to cause him to spring to action, stuffing every pillow he could find behind her until she was propped up in a semi-upright position. The soft pillows now craddling her back. The weight of her belly now off her chest and back and resting between her thighs instead. She looked beautifully spent, haggard, she shivered ever so slightly. Her body humming with so many contradictory signals. Both pain and pleasure, adrenaline and overwhelming exhaustion. She lifted her hand lazily and after a few languid blinks of her big blue eyes she beckoned him closer. He stepped forward and she snaking her hand down his boxers and Clamped her hand around his engorged cock.

"Mmmm You liked that?" she whispered. Her voice was intoxicating. He could hear equal parts pain and exhaustion in her breathy voice. She sounded like a pregnant woman during a long and hard labor. Between agonizing contractions, knowing there was even worse to come, vulnerability, helplessness, determination to endure and crippling fatigue swirling together into a beautiful expression. It was all bundled up and displaying on her face and in her eyes. He could see her shudder as if cold, the shiver started from the core of her and then reverberating through her, causing her belly to rumble as if it were on the very cusp of rupture. She clutched the side of her belly with her free hand. Hissed and moaned and began to rub it in big slow circles.

"Tell me...please..." she pleaded, her sleepy eyes locked with his.

"God...I don't want you to ever stop growing. I...I..." he began. She tightened her grip on his dick and his breath hitched. With her free hand she slid the sheet away from her gravid middle. His eyes ran over the curve of her belly and landed at the very apex of it...her belly button looked to shoulder the full brunt of the pressure building inside of her. Like a dam ready to burst her belly button had become the weakest point, the weakest brick in the wall holding back the deluge.

"Tell me what u want..." she pleaded again, as if his words could somehow bring her respite from the terrible ache she felt. The pain and discomfort that would never subside, only escalate. He wasnt afraid anymore...he wasnt afraid to tell her what he wanted.

"I want...I need you bigger Maggie...god, even if it destroys you completely...keep growing." he said suddenly rounding the bed, he knelt on the bed in front of her. Her immense belly sitting heavy in front of him, wedged between her thighs. Her stretched belly button and straining flesh looking ready to give way at the slightest touch. Leaning forward he pressed his hips against her swell, his cock now pressed firmly against it. He grunted at the amount of resistance and pushback he felt, the pressure inside her pushing outwards towards him. She gasped at the added pressure of his body against hers and it sent a ripple of pain through her. His hips bucked involuntarily and she cried out, every movement he made causing her turgid belly to shift and jostle. She clutched her belly as if to keep it from flying apart. He thrust his hips again and again each time becoming more wild, savage. Each time rewarded by her cries and whimpers. Falling into a state of delirium, feeding off of his frenzied passion she began to goad him.

"...more...more...show me what u want" She begged and he obliged.

Where her skin was flawlessly pale, color rose to her cheeks and the apex of her belly turned red, and angry. Her plump lips began to swell from her biting them so feverishly. The heat in the room seemed to rise in time with his arousal and soon they were both burning hot and covered in sweat. He watched her struggle to endure him thrusting against her, her tight belly rythmically bouncing off him and hammering into her chest, knocking the wind from her lungs and threatening to shatter her already abused ribs. her hands clutched and clawing at her belly, then her chest, then back to her belly and it only made him want to pound harder and faster. She couldn't goad him any longer. Her mind was gone, her breath was gone, Her belly became slick with his precum and her sweat, his cock now gliding over her bulbous flesh, trapped between there slippery bodies. He couldn't hold back much longer.

"Please..." she said but it was barely audible. He lifted his hand high, thrusting his hips into her aching belly as hard as he could just to hear her wail, and she did just that, long and loud and with everything she had. Her tortured body screaming just as hard as she did, an audible creaking sound coming from within her. A splintering sound like a branch breaking away from a tree. The fever of lust over took any rationality he had left. He slammed into her again and as she cried out and the cracking sound intensified he brought his raised hand down and across her belly, slapping it with a loud, abrupt, crack that echoed in his ears. The rigid flesh hot under his hand, the sound of her squealing in his ears, the press of her belly against his cock, her belly still ringing with the vibration of his slap...he came. Emptying all over her strained and bruised belly button.

Even with the recent electifying release from last night still buzzing in his brain his cock apparently still wanted more, springing to life at the sight of her awash in the morning light. Last night had been amazing but this morning...this morning brought its own delights. It was more than just her pale delicate skin, her feminine form, her curves...no, it was all the subtle and not so sublte signs of her incredible burden. His eyes still concealed under his lashes he watched her like an ill intentioned voyer. She clutched a fist full of the sheet to her breast bone. Clutching just a little tighter with every breath she took. last nights activities having taken its toll. She had nearly fractured completely, her poor ribs had shifted and creaked, splintering with each hammering thrust. What he wouldnt give to hear the those sounds again. Splintering and cracking from deep inside her.

Her eyes were closed tightly and she moaned desperatly. She shifted her legs under the sheets, spreading them as if giving her belly more room to expand. She looked as if she hadn't slept a wink. Their passionate exchange the night before had swiftly put him to bed. A dreamless slumber, deep and peaceful. Yet she had sat awake, mere inches from him, stifling her moans and hiding her pain so he could sleep undisturbed. He Closed his eyes to force his arousal under control. He imagined the hours passing while she desperately endured all the consequences of her growing belly. It was offical. He had given in, finally accepted it all, and with his acceptance he had declared she would never feel relief again. No escape from her burden, always suffering while trying to hold so much, holding it all for his pleasure. He wondered if that was why he could sleep so soundly, finding peace in the knowledge that she would never again experience a moment without the constant press and push of the thing inside her demanding more room then she had to give.

She said she wanted it, she proved she wanted it time and time again and he was going to give it to her. Throwing her pain medication away, throwing all her medication away. Nothing to stop, slow or dull any of it. Here she sat, barely able to handle the pain and pressure. Her belly obviously bigger and tighter then it was when he had closed his eyes the night previous. On the verge of breaking, spliting, snapping...yet she wanted it. She wanted it for him. She was determined to fulfill his wildest desire. His desire to see her belly fill until she became a broken unrecognizable husk stretched paper thin around it. He had spent so much time admonishing himself for these sick desires...but there was no point punishing himself...not anymore. Things had already gone too far...the malignant thing swelling inside her already causing far too much damage to turn back now. She would never be right again. Her swelling abdomen had irreperably warped her both inside and out. A shudder suddenly ran through her and he snapped out of his thoughts. He noticed her thick lips began to move, lips that were puffy and swollen from her bitting them in an effort to withstand it all. Her entire body trembled a second time, reverberating through her and to her belly, causing it to quake. Her lips quivered as she continued to whisper. It was like a chant. With each spike of pain that slammed into her she bared down and murmured. Again and again.

"Bigger for my baby...Bigger for him..." she whispered and grimaced, then whispered again. His cock jumped. Was this how she made it through the nights? Reminding herself just who she suffered for? Is this what she says to herself while stretching for him? One hand on her battered chest, the other on her explosive belly...her words coming up short as she reeled with each surge of growth. Grunting as her belly tightened even more painfully. He couldnt stay quiet any longer.

"Yes baby, bigger for me...so much bigger..." He said jumping up, his play of possum over. He cupped both sides of her face with his hands and kissed her passionately. There was a second of surprise but soon her plump lips kissed back matching his need and desire. The alarm clock began to blare but he barely heard it. The thrum of his pulse in his ears drowned out all sound. He released her lips and she heaved to catch her breath. her eyes were soft and sensual and she smiled ever so slightly.

"Baby...I've been growing all night long for you..." she said...

painfullydistended

Maggie 3

“4am, time for your meds.” He muttered to himself. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he grabbed the prescription bottles on the nightstand, pulled the string on the lamp and immediately cursed as the soft yellow light stung his eyes. He turned to his wife, working hard not to fall out of bed while doing so. He noted how he had less and less space on what was once his side of the bed. She lay on her side, facing him, with her round, tight, and impossibly massive belly jutting abruptly from her otherwise petite form. His wife’s grossly overgrown midsection practically filled their marital bed, leaving him little room for himself. Having a good nights rest wasn’t at all possible anymore but having her enormous belly pressed against him all night long made the inevitable morning fatigue and sore back worth it. He smiled warmly at her, pushing a stray lock of her raven hair out of her face and behind her ear. Her signature red lipstick was applied impeccably to her plump lips, his favorite shade. He ran his hands over her painfully swollen midsection, expecting her to react and was surprised she didn’t stir. It was then he realized how unusual it was to see her like this. Typically he would wake to find her glossy blue eyes gazing at him, chest heaving, moaning and hissing with distress. She would smile her beautiful smile but her eyes would plead for him to help ease the constant strain and pull of her aggressively swelling belly…but not tonight, tonight she was quiet. He frowned. He watched intently as her face transitioned from the tranquility of sleep to sudden discomfort and then back again. He found himself mesmerized by the cycle, her face seemingly neutral and at peace before stricken with spikes of sudden pain as the mass that filled her so completely forced her to stretch just a bit further. The lizard portion of his brain erupted with delight, even in sleep she couldn’t escape it…the burden was just too great. His wife had expressed countless times that she wanted this, wanted to grow for him and as much as he wanted to embrace this gift she was so very determined to give him guilt nagged him. He glanced down at the medication in his hands, pills meant to slow the growth and dull the pain and it wasn’t lost on him that he held the means to bring her continued peace tonight. He gripped the pills tighter. It was hard for him to admit he thoroughly enjoyed that she found no peace. Her turgid middle refusing to allow her even a sliver of reprieve, no rest. Even with the pain medication she whimpered and moaned and suffered through the days and nights, spending her time fruitlessly rubbing, massaging and clutching her belly, as if she could stop or appease whatever it was filling her. It was hard to admit he loved to see his wife struggle to endure such torment, just the thought alone filled him with excitement. He wondered if he could still call himself a good man, a good husband if he felt disappointment in this moment. To wake and find her not gasping and moaning and clutching her chest and belly with eyes that screamed for mercy. To wake and not find her utterly lost in the pain and discomfort of her incredible burden made him feel strangely hollow. Would it be wrong to skip this dose and shatter this moment of relief? What kind of man would hesitate to give his wife this mercy? Yet he found himself lost in thought, and he began dreaming of her belly expanding without any intervention. No pills to slow the growth, no medicine to dull the escalating pain. The thing inside pushing the very limits of her body until something had to shift, give…break. The dissonance between her current sleeping form and the brutal yet beautiful image in his mind threatened to drive him mad. He stared at her. How obscene and absurd her middle had become yet it wasn’t enough. Filling their bed wasn’t nearly enough. He ran his hand over her smooth belly, the expanse of flawless porcelain skin now interrupted by blushes and splotches of red as the incredible strain threatened to pull her apart…yet he wanted her bigger, rounder…he needed so see just how overtaxed her flesh could become. The strain and pain of it all amplifying and compounding with no end in sight. He listened to her shallow breathing, uneven short gasps, an obvious testament to how utterly crammed full she was. Stuffed to capacity, but still he wanted to see her struggle to hold even more. He looked at her face, beautiful yet haggard and fatigued. He had found as the darkness formed under her eyes and the color drained from her cheeks and her breath grew shallow he could only wonder, How much bigger could she stretch? How far could this go? How much can she endure? He needed to know. So he waited. with pills in hand he let the time slip by and it wasn’t until her nightly dose had been missed by half an hour that the consequences of his choice became apparent.

She suddenly moaned desperately and winced. He watched as she clasped her hands and nestled them on the top of her swell just underneath her breasts, where her bulging middle demanded her ribs make way. He imagined it was a fleeting attempt for relief from the building pressure as her massive belly continued to crowd her chest. He quickly found himself to be correct and in that moment she gasped sharply. She arched her back and pressing down on her belly, trying in vein to prevent her swelling abdomen from crushing her already abused ribs. Regardless of her efforts the mass inside crept further upward and outward. Regardless of how desperately her hands pressed to halt its advancement it was to no avail and her already labored breathing became strangled. From where he lay he could feel her belly push forward and tighten against him. Her skin pulled to the absolute limits of its elasticity. Through it all her eyes remained closed, the exhaustion from day after day of sleepless nights spent clutching her explosive belly had finally taken its toll and her body had forced her down into a sleep so deep even the spasms of growth couldn’t wake her. Overtaken by lust and desire he reached down to free is engorged cock from his boxers. His dick now free, he positioned himself so he could rub it against her ballooning middle, he slowly rocked his hips and moaned as her belly continued forward pressing even further into him. His breathe hitched in his throat as he felt the tension inside of her building. The blue veins just underneath her skin becoming more pronounced while her overtaxed belly button began to look as if could give way at any moment. Mouth falling open she wheezed as her lungs struggled to find room to expand. She thrust her chest forward, desperate to open up more room for her belly to grow and as she did it exposed the full state of her ribs for him to see. As her belly pushed relentlessly forward her ribs had became irreparably warped, creeping closer and closer to their breaking point. The bones visibly wrong under her skin, they bunched and bulged in ways that seemed impossible. Each rib now skewed and no longer perfectly parallel yet somehow unbroken. His eyes grew wide and his dick grew harder. Her breathing became increasingly more shallow and he wondered how long before she couldn’t draw breath at all. Yet she remained shackled by the deepest kind of sleep. It was as if her body were attempting to shield her from this torment. The lizard part of his brain hissed with indignation, appalled that she could enjoy the sweet mercy of sleep in this moment. The darkest part of him wanted her awake, he wanted to see the horror of her predicament play across her face as she stretched to the breaking point…for him. Each growth spurt punctuated by her cries. Her blue eyes searching his for relief but none would come. He reached out with both hands, laying one on the ballooning globe and the other on her distorted chest feeling the bones creak and shift as they were forced to bow to the unreasonable demands of her bloated abdomen. Thrusting faster he applied pressure to her belly, her immediate gasp and whimper causing him to almost lose his load. Her breath became lodged in her throat, her mouth open as if to scream but sleep and exhaustion held her too tight and no sound left her lips. Still it wasn’t enough to rouse her and he took it as a personal challenge. Licking his lips with sadistic delight he slid his hands further along her tightening expanse…craving more torment, looking for a way to escalate her misery until she reached a point beyond agony itself, A hellish level where sleep could no longer hold her. “Open your eyes Maggie…I need you to feel every moment of this…” he grunted, focusing his attentions on her bruised bellybutton. She moaned long and low, as if his desire had cut through the fog and his words reached her. Her eyes fluttered as sleeps hold began to loosen, and as reality crashed down around her she reached out for him with one shaky hand, while the other began to make awkward and desperate attempts to reach her back. “Baby…” her sudden voice sent a jolt through him, from his brain down to his toes. It wasn’t her usual tone, it wasn’t sugary sweet, pleasant and smooth like honey. No it was raw, and raspy as if coming from a woman who had screamed her throat ragged. He looked up to find her blue eyes, glazed and tired, looking back at him. Her chest quickly bobbed up and down as she panted. Her snow white skin now glistening with a sheen of sweat. She gripped his shirt, her belly lurching forward as the next growth spurt hit.

“My back…It won’t stop…” she howled and the urgency of her voice igniting something primal in him, and it took his lust soaked brain several beats to decipher her words. He looked up, past her, and to the back wall of their bedroom. There he had set up a floor length mirror just for this moment. Just in the hopes of capturing something he thought would be impossible. Both hands gripping his shirt as she grit her teeth. Baring down against what won’t ever stop. She grunted and all her muscles tensed. Her wide eyes, stared at him stricken with shock and dismay and in them he could see twisted determination. Her only goal now was to endure, everything else left her mind. He watched her careen over the edge, reaching a state of pain filled delirium that caused him to cry out for release… knowing she endured it all for no one but him, willing to shatter for his pleasure. He leaned in and whispered in her ear.

“It’s still not enough…”

Thrusting feverishly he peered into the mirror once again, the strategically placed mirror he had enthusiastically hung after she told him she could feel the expanding menace within her rammed firmly into her spine. With every growth spurt it pushed, and shoved until her spine felt to be on the verge of snapping. In that moment he wanted nothing more but to witness it. It was almost imperceptible at first, he had to squint to see it and even then he thought his mind was playing tricks on him… but it soon became very much real and his mind exploded. As she continued to grit her teeth and bare down against the spasms, the once lovely arch of her back, elegantly curved, feminine and divine had now began to distort in the most unnatural way.

“GOD YES…KEEP GROWING!“ He pleaded as he grabbed hold of his cock and milked it. The need for release welled up inside of him as he continued to watch. The vertebrae of her spine pressed firmly against her ghostly skin as the mass inside her forced it from its natural position. The mass so determined to fill her completely, it began to push her spine out of alignment. He couldn’t look away, his eyes transfixed on the reflection as each vertebrae became hyper-extended as the curvature of her back began to flex and then protrude outward. Her face froze in a state of absolute agony. She threw her head from side to side. Her silky black hair clung to her milky white forehead and her impeccable red lipstick smeared. This is what he wanted, what he needed. To see her reeling from her terrible burden. To watch her lost in the torment of devastating growth. He noted that she was even more beautiful disheveled and he never wanted to see her any other way. Peace was a thing of the past and he swore to never let it happen again. Her lips began to move but he couldn’t make out a single word. He leaned in, his ear to her fat lips. Her hands still clawing at him, and her body still shaking with strain and glistening with sweat.

"Still not big enough…” She whispered and he erupted.

painfullydistended

Maggie 2

He stood at the door jam shaking with anxiety as another series of moans and hisses escaped the lips of the woman he loved. He faced away from her, his eyes staring into the dimly lit hallway as labored breathing could be heard inbetween the fits of moaning. She weakly called his name but he refused to respond, trying desperately to tune her out and focus squarely at the task at hand. He clutched his cellphone tight, 911 already dialed but his finger hovered over send. This was the moment. The moment he feared. The moment he told himself he wouldn't hesitate. He had promised himself he would never let things go this far...yet here he stood. Frozen.

"Its ok baby, I told u its ok..." she said. Her voice was so faint. Exhaustion coated every word, every syllable and the lizard part of his brain relished it. The reptile wanted to hear her burden.

"Look at me baby...please." her voice trailed off.

He slowly turned around, letting his hand relax around his cellphone. He kept his eyes closed cursing his name and lamenting his weakness. Frustrated at his inability to act and worried that what little resolve he had left to make that phone call would melt away if he locked eyes with her. He heard a snort and a chuckle come from his wife and he realized he must look like a fool standing before her with his eyes shut so tightly.

"Open ur eyes silly..." she said and he could hear the laughter in her voice. Her voice was sweet like honey and under the weight of that voice what was left of his resolve withered and he opened his eyes. Laying in their bed was a woman that fufilled his darkest of desire. Desires he was far to afraid to admit even to his own subconscious. His eyes drank her in starting at her jet black hair, long and silky, contrasting sharply against her ghostly pale skin. Her large blue eyes gazed at him lazily, once clear but now glazed with chronic fatigue. Her lids were heavy and a wisp of darkness lay underneath each eye telling the story of her inability to sleep as of late due to the pain of the incredible burden she carries. She parted her plump lips to let out a labored breath. He noticed she had put on the ruby lipstick he loved. Bright, full paintedlips sat sharply against ashen skin. Her thick cherry lips curled into grimaces as spikes of rolling pain shot through her at random intervals. He tightened his grip on the cellphone ready to call for help but just like always that grimace turned into a weak smile...a smile directed at him. Not to hide the pain of it all, no she wasn't smiling to conceal her pain but instead smiling with the knowledge that she knew he liked it, loved it, wanted it.

Her chest heaved almost disturbingly. Filling and collapsing in a way that looked far too fragile. Short shallow breaths following long labored ones. As if she was fighting for air moment to moment.

"Please...touch me...Im doing this for u baby..." she said. Lifting her hand with long slender fingers and bringing it to the cause of her suffering. She slowly slide the sheet from her grossly distended abdomen and he found himself struck with arousal and they moaned in tandem but for very different reasons. Her middle dwarfed her slender frame, jutting from her and towards the ceiling in a way that seemed inhuman. As if just her middle defied all gravity and was being drawn ever upwards. Stretched across the massive globe was skin pulled to its thinnest, marred by a roadmap of blue veins that lay prominent under her almost translucent skin. Her belly button had stretched until it lay flush with her swell and at the very apex of it all the skin was blushed pink and showed all the signs of incredible strain. She pressed into the side of her belly, biting her lip and closing her eyes as just the smallest of added pressure shot waves of ache and discomfort through her. Her belly refusing to give even a centimeter under her finger tips. Rock hard and tight as a drum. The growth inside of her filling her so completely that it was a wonder she hadn't given way to it. Running her hand along her belly she made her way to where her expanse encroached upon her ribs and lungs, demanding more room than she had to give but refusing to stop. With each breath she took she grimaced.

"I can feel it getting bigger...stretching me" she wheezed.

"Stop...just stop Maggie..." He started. He tightened his grip on his phone. Running his hand through his hair he began to pace.

"Don't be that way baby..." she reached out for him but he ignored her hand and silence briefly fell between them.

"Im getting so big...I have a new symptom...are u curious?" She asked but he didnt respond and she didn't seem surprised. He continued to pace, eyes directed to the floor. He muttered to himself, going on and on about responsibility, depravity and the inevitable conclusion if this continued.

"My back has been so sore...hurts so bad lately. Feels like something is pushing on my spine from the inside." She said and as it left her lips he stopped pacing. The phone fell from his hand. He stared at her with an intensity she had rarely seen from him. He made short work of the distance between them. His hands unsure of what to touch, what to prod, what to feel to confirm what she just said...confirm that it was true. The mass inside having filled her to such a degree even her spine was being displaced.

"Its never going to stop baby...its gonna keep getting bigger even if it snaps me in half to do it" she whispered. she motioned to shift her weight but it was futile. Her belly seemingly pinning her down. Despite his mental reservations his cock sprung to life with those words. The sheer size of the thing swelling within her excited him to his core. Maliciously growing and devistating her in the process. His darkest thoughts flooded him. The idea of more torturous growth gripped him and he wondered what would give way under the pressure first...her ribs? Spine? Or her middle? He wondered what it would look like, sound like, feel like...he wondered the face she would make...he wondered if she would continue to grow despite it all. And as quickly as his thoughts fell into the pit of his depravity he immediately admonished himself.

"This can't go on anymore...I just..." His voice was small. Uncertain.

She reached out to him again and he noticed just how small and frail her hand was. Her body had become so slight with time, as if the ever growing mass that lay just under her burdened skin was pulling from her everything she had. He clasped her boney hand and she led him to the very connection to where the aggressive growth met her ribs.

"I dont think I can handle much more pressure here..." she said and she smiled devilishly.

"I want ur hand right here when it happens..."she said placing his hand right under her breasts and resting them on her ribs that had already begun to compress and jut strangely from her torso due to constant and increasing pressure. Her breathing became even more shallow as she played into his desire. She arched her back pushing her chest into his hands and he could feel the bulge within her pressed so firmly into her ribs he wondered how they had not snapped. With each breath, regardless how shallow, her ribs attempted to expand but met a brickwall of resistance. He became entranced by the inconsistent rhythm of her breathing, wanting nothing more than her to grow in this very moment. And with each shakey breath she took he found himself anticipating the flash of pain that fluttered across her face.

"Why pretend anymore? Why pretend this isn't what excites you?" she whispers and he shudders. The phone and his promise now long forgotten.

"Im so tired.." she said suddenly. Her glassy eyes fluttered with sleep. He slid his hand along her skin, watching her face carefully and applying pressure randomely. He was instantly rewarded by her mouth suddenly agape, she lifted her chin and pushing her shoulders into the mattress while hissing at the sudden pain and discomfort. Her chest heaved even more wildly at his prodding. Her reaction excited him even further and he went on to lay both hands on her massive mound hearing her moans turn into exclaims as he increased the pressure. He stopped his exploring hands at the very peak of her swell. Where the skin was the most taxed and the pressure the most apparent. With the mind and intention of someone with uncontrolled sadistic desires he relished in the idea that his actions filled her with pain and suffering on such a scale and he wanted more, much more. He sought agony. He jumped at her sudden touch. Her tiny hand snaking down his pants and her chilled fingers grasping his cock. His knees almost buckled as she began to stroke. Slow, rythmic.

"Do u want me bigger?" She asked. And just the question alone made his cock jump.

"Maggie...you know this can't continue..." he managed to say through gritted teeth. His hands traced the veins down the entire length of the massive dome and once again landed on the crease where her unrelenting growth met her ribcage. His favorite spot. She smiled slightly and tightened her grip on his manhood. She quickened the pace and he moaned trying but failing not to thrust into her hand.

"Do you like what its doing to me?" She asked. And he nodded emphatically. YES, yes he loved every second of it. In the darkest pit of himself was a desire for her to grow until her body was destroyed by this malignant thing and its selfish need to grow. He wanted to see her ravished by growth and he wanted her to feel every agonizing second of it.

Her hand suddenly loosened on his rod and her pace slowed, leaving him fruitlessly humping with dreams of her filled to the breaking point playing out in incredible detail. He glanced from her belly to her face to find her eyes screwed shut, Her back arched, toes curled. One hand clutching her belly with fingers splayed while the other, now pullled free of his pants, clutched the sheets. She began to writhe, squirming underneath the gigantic ball that immobilized her.

"Stretching..." she gasped, using what little air she had left in her lungs before the pain took her breath away. Her belly seemed to strain forward as if being pulled by an invisible force, the thing within her pressing further against the walls of its shell without care. Her breath growing more strained as the growth surged further into her chest cavity. Her eyes wide, mouth open, head thrown back the pain continued to escalate as the growth stretched her. He watched the skin pull tighter as her entire middle forcibly pushed towards the ceiling. His mind clouded with sexual fever. He jammed one hand down his pants, the other he rested on her enourmous mound. he could feel it swell underneath his fingertips, feel her body contest the growth but fail. Her fat ruby lips open and waiting for a scream to escape that stayed stuck in her throat. Her hand slid from her belly and up to cluch her chest as if she could stop the unstoppable. He feverishly stroked himself towards climax with his mind replaying what she had said not too long ago...and while her belly pushed higher and the pressure in her chest reached critical he knew the relentless pressure on her spine grew as well. She must feel as tho she could break in two at this very moment he thought. The sheer agony etched on her face only solidified his wonderings and caused him to erupt. He panted from the ferocity of his orgasm...and as he came down from the high of it all her spasm of growth slowed and then stopped. Leaving her suddenly still.

"Baby..." she said, her red lips barely parting. Her hair was in disarray, and her skin seemed that much more pale and ashen as if the mass had drained from her her vibrancy in exchange for unchecked growth. Her abdomen was impossibly bigger. She continued to arch her back, the continuous discomfort of her new size obvious. And where the growth spasm had ended the pain had not completely ceased nor would it ever from this point on. He cupped her cheek in his hand. He found himself overwhelmed with euphoria. This woman looking so spent on his behalf. Tortured, suffering through for his delight. Going to such lengths to realize his desires. He looked over her swollen middle. The blush at the tip of her swell had spread and darkened and he was sure he would find more consequences of her new growth that would excite the darkness in him but he also noticed she shook as if chilled to the bone. He pulled the sheet and blanket over her fragile form and kissed her forhead. And even underneath the layers of cloth her belly looked positively explosive.

"I dont know how many more of those I can take..." she whimpered. And he shushed her with a reassuring smile. She smiled back weakly, the smile was barely there. As he looked upon her at her most fragile and vulnerable he realized that he wanted more. It wasn't enough.

"Ok Maggie, I wont fight this anymore...but we have to do it my way..." he finally said.

painfullydistended

Maggie

He wiped his feet on the home sweet home mat sitting in front of his quaint town house. As cliche as that greeting was he infact felt saccharin sweet feelings about finally coming home after being away on buisness for the last month. Upon entering the house he noticed that all the lights were out. He frowned to himself and went about turning on the lights and taking off his suit jacket.

“Maggie?” He yelled but didnt get any response.

“Maggie, u home?” He questioned again. This time a bit louder and with more concern. On the phone she had promised him a surprise when he got home. Yet the house seemed so quiet, deserted Kicking off his shoes he walked down the dark hallway towards the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar. He pushed it the rest of the way open and the hinges squealed in protest. He blindly felt along the adjacent wall for the light switch. Fumbling for a bit he found it and with a soft clack the room burst with light. He blinked to adjust his eyes. What came into view astonished him.

Maggie slightly stirred in the bed, reacting to the sudden assault of light. Her eyes fluttered and she moaned.

“Baby, is that you?” She whispered. Her thick ruby lips barely moving as she spoke. She moaned again, this time louder and longer. She arched her back and her hands rested on the cause of her discomfort. She grimaced as her hands rubbed her belly in lazy circles, a belly that was grossely distended. Her shirt strained with fibers pulled to there limits, and buttons ready to pop off. Her belly was a gigantic orb covered in too tight flesh with blue veins marring the surface like a road map. The skin was shiny, stretched to almost translucency and looked the texture of an over filled balloon. Her enormous midsection seemed to dwarf her tiny frame, seemingly bigger and heavier than she was. She hissed slightly at some invisible pain, her hands clutching the sides of her swell as if she was actively trying to keep the gravid mass from rupturing.

“You look speechless” she said. She smiled but it was weak. Tired, exhausted. Her skin was beautifully milky and pale but slightly ashen. She carried the look of a someone dealing with a terrible burden. The fatigue was in her eyes. The burden of having her body stretch so far, forced to hold so much, her torso relentlessly filling…it had taken its toll. Her chest heaved and he noticed just how shallow her breathing had become. He closed his eyes to listen. He knew…he knew she was so filled she could barely even fill her lungs. Approaching the bed hesitates to touch her.

“How…the doctor said the medicine would stop the growth…”

“I saw you.” She said…

“The day we got the medicine and the doctor schedule the surgery to remove it u looked as if u had lost something u loved.” She murmured. She stopped to catch her breath. She reached out with her thin delicate hand and grabbed his. She then pulled his hand to her ready to burst swell. Grimacing at the weight of his hand on her tender skin she bit her lip and then continued.

“The day before u left u thought I was asleep but I wasnt…I saw u…touching urself while looking at my belly…u liked that it was growing…u liked what it was doing to me…u just didnt want to admit it.”

“Maggie…this isn’t…” he began but was cut off by her moaning with urgency.

“Sorry…” she said…

“I can feel everything stretching…pulling. I dont know if i can get much bigger.” She trailed off as another spike of pain racked her body.

“Let me get ur pain medication!” He shifted to move but she held tightly to his hand. Keeping it firmly on her overly tight belly.

“No pain meds… I haven’t been taking them….i haven’t been taking them so when u got home after ur trip u could really see what this is doing to me. I know u like it. I know u like to see me like this.” She whispered. Her eyes half mast. She looked down at his pants and smiled. He looked down and was instantly embarrassed. His excitement plain to see. He felt wrong in that moment but sexually exhilarated by that same wrongness.

“What about the medicine to stop the growth?!” He asked but the arousel changed his tone. He wanted to know…wanted to hear her say the words. She stopped the meds to grow. Stopped taking the meds specifically to grow bigger. To grow bigger for him.

“Look there, I think u will like it…” she pointed to the dresser. He reluctantly pulled his hand away from the warmth of her balloon like midsection. On the dresser he found printouts. Medical documents from the hospital.

“You had to go to the hospital while i was gone??? Why didnt u tell me!” He said exasperated.

“It would have ruined the surprise…read it baby”. She said. And like always calling him baby seemed to somehow soothe him. His anger slipped away and he read the paperwork. His already rock hard erection tightening and hardening even further as he flipped through the descriptions of her current state from a medical point of view.

The medical jargon explicitly describing just how dangerously filled she was. How the massive growth inside of her would never stop, would sap her nutrients and grow bigger and bigger. It explained how it was pushing everything out of the way as it demaded more room then she had to give. Her insides rearranged and under incredible pressure.

“Read it over here…touch it while u read.” She said, breathing out her discomfort like a pregnant women breathed through a contraction.

His demanding erection made it hard to walk but he made it back to the bed. His hand rubbing her belly. It felt like it could give way under his touch. His eyes went back to the page, he stared at a specific passage and he moaned low and desperate.

“U see it? See that its operable but I opted out. I wanna keep growing for u…grow until i cant grow anymore…for u.” She said. She slid his hand across her expanse bringing it to the height of her swell. Her belly button. Which at one point popped and then stretched even further into a darkened, bruised, flat bit of skin. He touched it and it felt heavenly. So over taxed, so burdened. Sliding his hand again she let it rest under her ample bosom.

“This is where it hurts baby…read why” she said…she arches her back again. Her chest heaving, her perfect breasts roll to either side leaving the slight imprint of her ribs against alabaster skin exposed to his eyes. His eyes widened and he flipped to the next page.

There the doctor lists the consequences for opting out. A laundry list of what her body will suffer as its forced to swell even bigger. How the growth had demanded so much space it had begun to encroach on her ribcage. Limiting space for her lungs to inflate. Closing his eyes he listened to her breathe. Listened to her struggle for air.

“Tell me u want me to stop this…tell me u want me to get the surgery.” She said. Her hands ran down the expanse of her belly balloon. She toyed with the delicate eeady to give way skin of her use to be belly button before bringing both hands slowly up to her rib cage.

“How much more room do u think it needs baby?” She asks….

Squeezing his eyes shut he tried desperately not to be so aroused. This was wrong. Every level of wrong yet when he oppened his eyes he had hoped for her to be bigger, stretched further, and the painful strain on her ribs to be doubled. He couldnt tell her to stop…he needed to see…see her bigger…