*Warning: this story contains mild gore. Please avoid the paragraph starting with ‘Sylvia’s eyes grew with horror’ if you don’t want to see it.*
The door opened to reveal a slender woman with flowing silvery hair covering one eye. Her pink apron was speckled with flour, and beneath she wore a breezy pink blouse and knee-length white skirt. Her black stockings covered her toned legs, while the plush slippers completed the young housemaker’s ensemble. A golden wedding band rested upon her delicate finger. Her pointed chin and strong cheekbones gave her smaller face a refined beauty. Her sharp, green eyes relaxed when she saw his uniform.
Few pictures hung on the wall, and the house seemed just a little too clean. “Hi there, can I get your signature, please?”
“Sure.” Her thin lips curved into a superficial smile as she brushed her hair back. She signed her name as he watched. Sylvia. “Hang on for a minute.” She turned back and got some money from her purse. He took this opportunity to summon his stand, which was a weapon that created portals. He aimed the silver blaster at her midsection and pulled the trigger. It vanished in an instant and she was none the wiser. He maintained his smile as she turned back with her tip.
She gave him another friendlier smile as she said goodbye. She glanced in both directions before taking the box and stepping back inside. The door closed and he casually retrieved a pry bar and wedged it beneath the door, making sure she couldn’t escape her fate. He walked around the side of her house, double-checking his other makeshift locks as he thought about how he should finish her. She was definitely the detective that had caused their organization so much trouble recently, and now he could decide how to take her out.
It has to be small enough to fit through the portal I made… He looked to the power lines running above. I could electrocute her… but, then people would be complaining about losing their air conditioning. Maybe a knife to cut her up as she moves? A bomb would be fun, but too much work. Maybe a flare… He stopped suddenly, his eyes transfixed upon a tanker truck parked nearby. The tubing on either side meant water was inside the silver tank. He summoned his stand once more, creating a small portal inside the reservoir. The man lit a cigarette as he returned to the stolen delivery truck awaiting the completion of the woman’s grueling fate.
“Sayonara, Sylvia.” He scoffed.
I should bake more often. She pulled the pan of brownies from the oven, drinking in the delicious aroma. I need to spend more time enjoying myself. We made a huge dent, but they’ll come back twice as strong. I just hope I’m ready when they come for me. She knew that’s why the chief sent her on leave. She would be a big target once the word got out that she was the one that found the stash house. This was her last chance to truly enjoy her safety for a while. She pushed the thought aside, trying not to dwell on work.
Sylvia was preparing another batch of baked goods when she felt something odd in her stomach. It was similar to the feeling she had earlier, but now it felt like something was happening. She huffed, feeling a cool sensation spreading through her core. Hoping it was only gas, she tried to continue. The strange feeling was unrelenting and she eventually gave in and flicked off the oven. Cramps wracked her body, making everything more difficult. She made her way to the bathroom, stumbling down the hallway.
Gripping her midsection she lumbered ahead, hoping the unknown pain would pass. Did I just get… bigger? She pushed through the bathroom door, stunned by the image in the mirror. Her belly was noticeably swollen and pushing the apron outward. This can’t be real! This doesn’t make sense! She slid her underwear lower and sat upon the toilet, hoping to release the building pressure inside her. Barely anything came out, but the feeling continued. She wiped and washed her hands, inspecting her reflection once again. Her stomach was definitely expanding and she finally realized what she was felt – water.
What’s wrong with me?! She turned around in a panic, walking artlessly toward the kitchen. How is water going into me? This shouldn’t be possible! With each step she felt liquid sloshing around in her belly. Maybe I’m just hallucinating. She looked to be in the first stages of pregnancy by the time she picked up the phone. To her horror, it was only a dial tone. Cursing her landline phone, she made it to the door, but it wouldn’t budge. She tried repeatedly, feeling the water continuously collecting in her guts. This is definitely real, but I don’t understand… How can someone put something in me without me knowing?
Trying the window, it wouldn’t open either. She could see a makeshift lock through the glass. Her windows had such small panes that breaking them wouldn’t be enough to reach. She shuffled up the stairs to attempt an escape, but those windows were secured too. She moved carefully back to the first floor, as her belly swayed and shifted heavily with even the smallest movement. Sylvia had never been pregnant, but within minutes it felt like she carried a sizable child.
The weight flowed side to side, making her pause to catch her breath. The apron’s knotted strings pulled tight, digging into her back. She couldn’t quite reach behind her now, and that scared her even more. There has to be a way to stop this! She had another thought, moving quickly to the backdoor. She unlatched the sliding door, relieved as the lock clicked open.
She pushed the glass door open and stepped through, but she was too large to fit. Her body pressed outward upon the door’s frame and she pressed it farther. After some turning, she finally managed to lurch past the bottleneck. She waddled into her garden, stepping heavily through her carefully cultivated plants, only caring about her survival at this point. Her insides churned as her stomach grew larger beneath the tightening clothing.
Her mind raced as she felt a tightness in her chest now. She felt weight in her legs as she stomped towards the fence gate. Her steps seemed heavier and her ankles felt swollen. Her belly was enormous, pushing her apron high as she moved, making each step harder as time passed. She made it to the entrance when a cramp rolled through her body. She bent forward, making the apron ties dig into her back again. She shifted again and felt them release suddenly. The apron fell forward and she hastily pulled it off. Her clothes were pulled tight over her enlarging body, but her only goal was to get out of her yard.
Sylvia opened the gate, but she found that it was too narrow for her massive hips. She was stunned to see her bottom had widened and grown squishy from the unknown expansion. She understood what was happening. They’re making an example of me! She thought about the delivery man and how the pain started just afterward. They are going to kill me!
Out of ideas, Sylvia yelled for help, hoping one of her neighbors was home and able to hear. “Someone please help me!”
She tried to force her swelling body through the narrow opening, but every movement was awkward and unwieldy. Her skirt caught on the latch, causing it to tear as she struggled. She put her weight upon a section of the fence, causing the board to snap. The lower half of the wood pivoted back and slapped against her thigh, causing her to yelp and step backward. Her legs were thick and hard to move now and her body stretched with an unending flow of chilled water. How is this happening? How is this possible?
Even her fingers seemed larger and pudgy, which matched her growing wrists. Every movement reminded her of how disproportioned she was becoming. She had no idea what to do now, as her shouts for help were clearly not heard. Feeling water moving up her throat, she tried to call again, but there was only a watery gurgle. She made one final attempt, but now water poured from her thin lips.
She released more water into the grass, ejecting the liquid in a near constant stream as she stood. She eventually stopped herself, choking back the flow and feeling water collecting in her esophagus. She resisted the urge to let it out and that stopped it from pushing upward, but she knew that it was going elsewhere.
Her legs collected the water now, pressing her stockings tightly until rips started to form. Multiple tears in the nylon let her skin bulge through and soon big sections were opening all over. Every step caused more and more of her leggings to recede until they were completely destroyed. Her bulging legs quaked, now fully released from the restrictive clothing. Her rounded calves shook and her tight feet pressed into the warm sod.
Without response and unable to make it through the gate, Sylvia turned to another section of the fence line. She moved clumsily through the grass, hearing a rip as she moved. Her dress had a tear forming around the legs and each step caused it to open more and more. Her broad hips pulled the dress’ fabric apart until it was only hanging on by the elastic band. She pulled at the band with meaty fingers, casting the garment aside. She didn’t care about her modesty at this point. Let them humiliate me! I’ll get my revenge once I get out of this! Her airy blouse pulled snugly upon her as it inched up and over her belly, but the elasticity kept it in one piece.
Her breasts had grown, causing her bra strap to dig into her back. Beneath the blouse she could see her cleavage growing as her chest tripled in size. Her mammaries spilled over the top of the struggling underwear, pressing the damp mounds of flesh tight against the silky blouse. She was sweating, but the water inside her body felt cool.
Letting out a small whimper, the cute pink top ripped open on the front, sending buttons flying as her chest sprang ahead, now barely restrained by the undersized bra. Her sleeves split as she moved, opening as her thick arms shifted. The light fabric caught against her skin in spots, pulling apart easily. I feel like anything I do is making this worse!
She tried to remove the damp, now see-through top, but her arms felt tight and awkward. Her shoulders had grown and the movement itself caused the blouse to rip through. Her bloated arms moved more easily as the fabric tore away in the final areas, falling to the ground as she watched. She decided to press on, hurting as her bra dug into her soft skin. It only took a few steps before it launched away from her swollen body, allowing her massive boobs to plop down against her warm skin.
The spheres strained her skin, bouncing outward as they ricocheted off of her stomach. She appreciated their girth as she leaned ahead, struggling to stay upright with all of the unevenly dispensed weight. She planted a heavy arm upon the fence, peeking through to see a younger girl through the neighbor’s window. Sylvia grabbed a twig from the nearby tree and threw it against the window. After another more hit the girl finally turned to see her full arms flailing from behind the tall fence.
The teenaged girl came outside cautiously, “is something wrong?” The small girl heard grumbling as Sylvia waved her into the yard. Her blonde ponytail rocked as she ran around to the open gate. Her concerned eyes grew bigger at the sight. She stepped past the broken entrance and came closer with her palms showing. “Woah, what is going on?”
Sylvia tried to speak, but water splashed out along her chest, flowing along her distended body. Her arms and legs were now pushed noticeably outward as her frame collected more fluid. Her chunky arms sat at angles, unable to rest comfortably at their size. She still stood, but soon her spreading legs would make her lose balance or the sheer weight would bring her down. Her panties finally tore free, releasing the pressure below and exposing her privates to the awe-stricken girl. More water came before she swallowed and stifled the urge once again.
“Uh, let me go get some help.” The tight bodied girl turned to leave, but she stopped abruptly and touched her stomach. “S-something is wrong.” She looked back with fright.
Her flat stomach swelled outward before their eyes. Her t-shirt lifted and her jean shorts popped open. She was growing much faster and within seconds she looked twice as big. She held back tears as she watched the inflation. Her tight clothes pulled at her smooth, creamy skin, making her gasp with discomfort. She held her midsection and grimaced, leaning ahead as cramps rolled through her. Sylvia wanted to tell her to run for help, but she couldn’t speak a word.
The girl finally tried to go for help, but after two uncoordinated steps she tumbled onto her hands and knees. Her clothes opened around her belly, allowing her generous tummy to hang low, pressing into the grass as it filled. Her breasts grew, turning from tiny bulges into swinging pendulums barely contained by her straining shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra, as her expanding nipples were outlined beneath the cloth.
The girl crawled forward, trying in vain to reach the entrance. Her spreading ass jiggled, with skin spilling above and below the tight denim shorts. She paused, groaning as her frame swelled, and then her shirt and shorts popped apart, sending tatters of clothing outward around her. Her panties exploded moments after, leaving the girl’s naked, bulging body exposed to the sunlight. She gasped and rolled to her side. Her face was red with embarrassment as she looked into Sylvia’s eyes, unable to cover herself with her thick arms.
The poor girl’s body had changed from being slim and tight into being encumbered and stretched. Her skin pulled as water collected in every open space. Her arms and legs swelled and even her cheeks puffed out. Water blasted from her mouth, but it didn’t seem to slow her growth. Her pretty eyes clamped shut as she wept, knowing she couldn’t escape.
The tight young girl laid back, ending her torment. Her belly burst apart, spraying water all around the yard. Her eyes going dim as her water spilled over her ruined frame. Pieces of the girl rained down, hitting the roof and falling into the grass all around. It was a grim reminder of what was to come for Sylvia.
Sylvia was thrown off balance by the blast, falling ahead in a similar fashion and landing on her stomach. Her legs stretched out as she touched the grass with her toes. She had difficulty bringing her rotund arms low enough to hold her position. They couldn’t support her weight from this angle and she finally let them hang uselessly beside her engorged chest. Most of her mass was lifted upon her belly and it hurt immensely. Cramps came and went as she tried to roll onto her side without success. Her belly was too broad now, working like a waterbed and keeping her in the center. She was stuck, forced to endure the inflation until she popped.
Everyone is going to see this and know who got us. That monster probably is watching me right now, laughing at how easy it was. She shook her head, feeling the anger changing to regret. I should have been more careful! I should have gotten out of town like the chief said. Why didn’t I listen! Her lip trembled, how could I have known they could do something like this? I’ve never heard of someone being inflated by something that didn’t even touch them!
Her expansion was slower, drawn out on purpose, with the intention to make her suffer. She was resting upon her belly, swaying gently side to side with the water’s motion. Her boobs pressed into the grass and rounded behind was displayed prominently for anyone to see. But no one was coming. Her shoulders and thighs were thick and smooth, fully filled by this point. She felt the weight of water in her limbs as her body moved. Her arms and legs still looked proportional to her mass, but they were almost impossible to move now. Outstretched uselessly as her midsection expanded even more.
Her mammaries vibrated as water spilled into them, rounding into near perfect spheres.
Her engorged breasts grew to the size of beach balls, growing far beyond what she thought possible. She wanted a larger bust since she hit puberty, but now she regretted that thought. She tensed with yet another cramp, causing her to push her tits into the ground, making them flatten for a moment before she sprang back. Her nipples puffed out, showing they were filled to the limit.
She felt discomfort in the elongated nipples and moments later water sprayed out. The spray increased until water simply poured from her tits, collecting in the grass below. Her stomach lifted her after a minute, as the water took longer to collect now that it had another way out. She was unable to touch the ground with her rigid extremities as she listed upon her monumental stomach. She felt sick as she swayed from side to side and she felt water pushing toward her mouth.
Her cheeks grew as she tried to hold the water on instinct, then she let it out, hoping to expel enough to stop her from popping. She opened her throat and held her breath, ignoring the unpleasant feeling and allowing a constant stream of water to pour out. Her jaw opened wide as the liquid rushed up, but soon she needed to take another breath. She paused the flow, thinking that this idea might actually work.
She took another deep breath and let the water flow, feeling stretched all throughout her once fit body. Sylvia groaned as she waited, feeling aches and pains as water rocketed from her mouth and nipples. She suddenly felt more coming from behind, as water seeped from her lower openings. She felt cool water trickling along her sensitive, stretched pussy and she felt ashamed as a sudden, intense orgasm rolled through her body. Her muscles pulled tight as she jerked with delight. The movements pushed her over-inflated beyond its limit.
Of all the ways to be killed… I can’t believe I was so stupid! I guess I deserve this in some way. I guess I should’ve been more careful. Her mind relaxed for a moment as she looked to the sky. I wonder if they’ll be able to tell how he killed us. Her thoughts darted back to her predicament, trying to think of some way to prove it was a murder. But, she realized it was almost over. Tears came as she waited. I’m going to pop like a balloon and there’s nothing I…
Sylvia’s eyes grew with horror as she felt her skin tearing below. Her belly parted in a violent explosion, launching her into the air as her entrails pulled away from her. She flew through the air, landing beside the other girl’s body, feeling water raining down upon her cheeks. Sylvia looked down to see what was left of her body, open at the abdomen and the chest. Both of her breasts had popped and no organs remained in her belly, but she did see an odd black sphere that continuously released water in their place.
What is that? She thought as it suddenly vanished, leaving no evidence of how she was killed. She saw sections of her intestines dangling from a tree as her vision faded. What a horrible way to go.
He heard the second pop and took out his phone. “Yeah, it’s done. I had to remove an unexpected pest, but it shouldn’t cause trouble.”
“Good, did you make sure to send a message?”
He laughed, “I’m sure the message will be loud and clear.” The man ended the call and drove around the house, seeing the grisly scene from the alleyway.
“Where the hell did it go?!” The trucker yelled from above the nearby tanker trailer. With the top hatch open, he was confused how he had lost so much water. He looked around, seeing no damp areas on the road as he threw his hands up in frustration.
Closing the portals, the assassin drove away with a grin, pleased that another job went off without a hitch. “It was a pleasure, Sylvia.”