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Three days before the race and I was incredibly nervous as I stood with the other unhired racers in a row, hoping to be hired. My black rubber gas suit bore my pressure stat "425" in large proud white letters across my swollen belly as I stood with my hands behind my back. Problem was, so were my other eight competitors, six women and two men. Women had more natural adaptability for this than men did; among men, I was a minor celebrity. The crowds were still milling around as a young debutante—tight sweater, tight jeans--strolled up to me, all hips and lips and boobs.
"Been racing long?" she asked, handing me her card—that of a major retailer. I wondered what the logo would look like on me and hesitated, then said to heck with it.
"Three years on the medium circuits, two years on the maximum ones. I'm good, haven't burst yet," I said proudly as I thrust my gleaming black belly at her. She ran a finger over my belly, sending sharp shocks through my body. I tried to hide it
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Just discovered that oxyacetylene is so unstable, the static charge built up by walking across a carpet on a dry day can be 1700 times grater than that needed to ignite acetylene.  Apparently, excessive pressure, heat, static electricity or mechanical shock will all set it off.  

Poor Frank!  

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More humiliation, farting and popping ahead.  You've been warned.

    Wednesday morning.  Coming home from school, Frank ran to his new hideout in his mom's barn, now that the horses were somewhere else.  Closing the door behind him, he dug into the quart of mashed potatoes he took from the kitchen as he started to rummage through the barn for a better hiding place within it.  Being banned from here as a kid, only his half-sisters were allowed in here and now he was free to go through anything he wanted now that they weren't here.  Walking past unused tack and saddles, he came across a box in better shape than most everything else in here--new paint, new locks, oiled hinges, well-marked with Freya's symbol.  Looking inside, he found old pictures, assorted odds and ends of his mom's past battles--and a large scrap of black latex, melted at the edges.  He reached out to touch it...    
   and rubbed bellies with his two girlfriends.  All three clad in tight black latex, they reveled in their wonderful bloatedness as they both rubbed their terribly swollen bodies against each other.  Cindi and Michelle laughed as they watched the tape--action footage of his mom "formally" dealing with another male mage.  Meeting in Senior chemistry, their mutual obesity drew them together into...this. The fact that he had recently come into his powers was an added bonus.  Currently, he had discovered that if he could convert some of their fat into gas, they could (gradually) lose weight.  It was a real bitch, though.  
  A pound of hydrogen gas takes up a LOT of space and took a long time to deflate at about five cubic meters per pound.    
  Alternately rubbing Cindi's and Michelle's swollen tits atop her massive bellies, they watched with appreciation as his mom started to inflate the man in the tape.  They cheered them on and sent out catcalls as their own bodies got bigger, reveling in the building storms inside them,bowels churning and swelling their bodies with increasing pressure and heat, until...    
   "Bigger!"    "Oh, feeling...gassy..."    "Ugh, can't arms..."    
   "Who cares? We've pre-pricked ourselves so the gas leaks out, opened the windows so we don't accidentally suffocate ourselves...what can go wrong?  Ready for another pound or three to come off?"    
   "Sure.  By the way, what are we inflating with?"    "Hydrogen, near as I can tell.  Hence no open flames or stuff.   Could be worse."      
   "How's that?"    
   "Could be methane."          
   The phone rang.  Barely able to move themselves, he paused the video just as his mom was approaching a man with a pin and answered the phone.  
   "So, Ben darling, I know you and two friends have been 'studying.'  I just wanted to ask you something," his mom said.    "What's that, Mom?"
   "How's the movie?"  
    A horrible sinking feeling overcame him.  What came next chilled them all.    
  "Turn around and unlock the patio door to my room, please."
   Noting that they were on the second floor, they saw his mom in her full body black latex dom suit, floating on air, mask on her face, a light smile playing over her lips.  Flying in, she ignored the Cindi's protests and unpaused the video.  Watching the scene play out to its inevitable (and loud) end, she popped out the video and put in another one.  As the two girls tried to protest their innocence, she silently shushed them with a light smile, placing a latex-clad finger against puffed up lips.
   "Watch," she said as the video played.    They saw themselves enter the room last week.
   They watched themselves strip their clothes off.
   They watched themselves inflate.    
   They watched themselves pleasure each other with baby oil in their black latex.    
   They watched themselves slip into latex and fuck.      
   They watched Michelle and Cindi take turns"dom'ing" him, threatening to pop the bad boy with his banned magic.  When it was over, his mom simply looked at them, same light smile playing over her lips.    
   "You have powers, powers that area banned under the law," she said to her son.  To the two girls she said, "You knew about the powers, knew that he had these powers and didn't come to me or any other authority figure. Under the law, these are both capitol offenses.  So you both want to lose weight, eh?" she murmured over the sound of squeaking.  "Oh, you're using your magic to hold the gas in now, are you?  Don't want to embarrass yourselves in front of me?  Still trying to lose weight?" Her smile grew even bigger. "That's cute."


   Struggling futilely against their bonds, the trio gazed fearfully at Frank's mom.  His mom said, "No one comes down here anymore to these abandoned salt mines--not that anyone would lift a hand, mind you--I'm just giving your respective ends a little dignity instead of going public with this."  A reddish-gold aura surrounded her and she touched the trio, her lips wandering all over the bloated pressurized shells of their bodies, lingering on their bellies.      
   "Mmmm, that's good, isn't it?" she asked as they groaned while a terrible red-hot churning began inside them.  "You're both going to experience all the weight loss you cold possibly want.  Go ahead, feel free to convert all the fat you want into gas and then expel it...if you can.  By the way, I have good news and bod news.  Good news, you're not inflating with hydrogen.  Bad news, it's oxyacetylene, a welding gas that's unstable and quite flammable.   It becomes unstable at around 30 PSI, and I'm pretty sure you folks are doing a couple hundred or so, judging from the creaks of your bodies."
   "Oh, and son?  By the by, I thought I'd do you a favor and help test your burgeoning warlock abilities.  You have about a minute before your big step into the next reality.  In a sense, I'll be helping you expel any gas you're unable to get rid of.  Now, we all know that down here in these mines, lack of breathable air can be deadly, so I've provided you all the air I think you'll ever need."    
  Looking down, Frank noticed a pair of rails in the middle of the tunnel.  Pulling the tarp of the large bundle in the middle of the tracks, Frank's mom revealed a mine cart piled high with oxygen tanks, large wooden 2x4s strapped to it, extending to both sides of the tunnel.  "I'm going to take these to the mine entrance.  In a minute, I'm going to send them your speed.  Hope you're free by then, kids."      
   With that, she blew them all a kiss before she sashayed away, leaving several candles burning for light while leaving a camera phone on. Frank said, "It's alright, I'm using my powers to keep the gas from escaping our bodies."
   Michelle cried out, "Between the burning candles and our increasing pressure, we're doomed.  Think of something, FAST!  If we don't expel it, we'll burst like a bomb and take all the others with us!"
   "No worries!  I have a minor telekinetic ability to boot--I can move small things.  I'll just move the candles far enough away from us so that we vent, the gas won't ignite," Frank said.
   Cindi said, "That won't work, Frank!   The gas will leave our bodies at such high pressure, it'll be sure to reach them anyway!"
   "Then I'll settle for knocking over and dousing them," Frank said.  Exerting himself, Frank carefully lifted each candle one by one and turned it over, snuffing its flame.  Ears starting to pop from the pressure, he was barely able to move his head only to see his two ladyloves starting to reach the ceiling.  Worse yet, all three of them were squeezing together, but the oil they had covered themselves with was making things rather slick.  Frank's  concentration was broken by the camera coming to life and the sight of his mom saying, "This is for you, kiddies!" as she swung a sword down onto the valves of the tanks, striking them all off and sending them towards them.
   Speeding death was too much for the two girls.  Michelle starting screaming and begging for mercy while Cindi whimpered and chanted death prayers as their swelling stopped.  Their was a bit of 'swish' sound as their two bodies squeezed Frank forward, towards the onrushing cart o'doom.  All three bodies now free to expand, the two gals developed some truly enormous boobs and buttocks while Frank's entire body swelled into sausage-like futility.  
   His belly jutting forward like the prow of a ship, Frank's mind raced.  looking around, he happened to see the chain and pulleys to some metal sliding doors some thirty feet away.  With luck, he could use his powers to pull the sliding doors closed and stop the cart.  Reaching out with his mind, he pulled as hard as he could as quickly as he could.  Hearing the cart get closer spurred him on to greater efforts.  Trying to ignore the creaking and groaning sounds emanating their straining bodies, he pushed himself to bring the doors closer...closer...closer still.  He could see the cart racing towards him now.  Some five hundred feet away, he finally brought the doors mostly together, rust preventing them from completely closing and leaving about a two foot opening.  He jeered at his mom's phone.        
   "HAH!  Beat you, bitch!  We're not gonna go boom after all!  After hit hits the wall, we're home free!  I just snuffed out each and every candle!"
   Michelle cried, "Frank, what are you doing?  Don't antagonize her any more, we're a trio of gas bombs as it is!  Ooohhh, I don't think...I can..." She stopped talking as she realized her own swelling body was not only pushing against Cindi now, but also pushing Frank closer to the doors.  Frank uttered his last words:
   "Betcha can't hit the target, Uber-Bitch!" he laughed as he thrust out his belly.  Everything happened in slow motion after that.
   Racing at top speed, the cart hit the iron doors.
   It stopped instantly.
   The oxygen tank on top shot forward like a torpedo...which it might as well been.
   It sailed the last thirty feet like a missile of doom and struck Frank's over-stressed belly.
   A sudden blossom of heat traveled throughout Frank's body.  He had a brief sensation of smoke shooting out his mouth and nose in mid laugh... And felt his entire body come apart in a brief thunderclap as his vision turned white and orange flame as he heard his mother's laughter.

   Waking out of the trance, Frank shook himself as he discovered that between the quart of mashed potatoes he ate and the eroticity of his experience, he was also quite massively inflated and aroused.  Great Gawds almighty!  he thought.  She turned him and his girlfriends both into human gas bombs and blew them up!  Looking at the scrap of rubber in his hands, he realized that it was all that was left of his preceding older brother.  Turning around, he heard mocking laughter.  
   Standing in the barn door was his mom, fresh from the gym in red leotard and tights.  Smile playing over her face, she sauntered over to him.  "So, you've found your brother's remains, eh?  Judging by the look on your face and the trance you were in, I'd say that you just experienced his last moments.  It means you have mage-power in you, after all.  The difference between you and him, I think, is that I think somewhere deep inside you, you really want to inflate.  You want to be inflated and go out in a mammoth roar of sound and thunder.  You want it, or you wouldn't keep wearing that black rubber suit with the target painted on it.  I must admit, it suits you rather well."
   "I don't!  I wish I never had this power!  I don't want to boom!"  Frank's mom laughed.
   "Oh honey, I can prove you want it."  She started tracing circles on his inflated belly as she looked at the empty food container.  
   "Let's see, a quart of mashed potatoes.   A quart is about two pounds, so you should be able to make about ten cubic meters of gas, not counting what's already inside you."  
   With that, she pinned him against the wall and started fondling his belly as she ran her lips over it.  "C'mon, son. I found your porn stash hidden away.  I saw those photos, I'm thinking you were looking at me as much as the other priestesses.  At least this way, you'll go out with a bit of dignity."
   Frank couldn't disagree with that because he was caught between terror and bliss.  His mother's ministrations were causing an evil hiss to come from his body as he grew steadily bigger and bigger, body swelling into too familiar immobility and helplessness.  Climbing atop him, she turned around and brushed her ass against him while she nibbled all over his growing belly.  Frank's belly and buttocks were truly doming out now, he was starting to fill out massively and was about to block the barn door as pressuer raged inside him, straining to be free, prssing against every square inch indside him.  Seeing she was about to be pushed outside, she clambered down from his balloon-body and floated above him, her face inches away from his, blue eyes looking into his brown ones..
   "Getting pretty full there, son.  Just to prove that I know what you want, I'm going to try to come into the barn; all you have to do is keep me out.  As long as you don't inflate anymore, you should be safe--sort of."  She snickered.  I shouldn't get any bigger if I were you...not that I think you can.  Failing that, I shouldn't get any more pressure inside you.  If you should fail...well, here's my going away present for you."  
   Presenting her perfect ass to him, she let out a raucous fart into his face (and further inflating him) and flew outside.  The next words he heard terrified Frank:
   "Little pig, little pig, let me in."
   An enormous blow struck Frank's belly as he felt her fly into him, causing his body to reverberate.  Aroused as he was, he whimpered as his belly grew ever so slightly, then stopped.  He heard his mom say, "Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your gut up!"
   A second blow went through him as she bounced off, Feeling himself get firmer and harder all over (as it were), he winced at the mental picture she sent of him.  His entire gut was filling the barn door!  From the outside, nothing was visible but a swollen black sphere partially protruding out with a large white bulls-eye painted on it.  
   That was forty miles an hour.  I'm doing this out of my love for you, son.  Do you want an end without any grace or dignity?  You surely don't want to have this happen in an official public spectacle, do you?  Do you really want tall that fat of yours to turn into gas, so you can be detonated on television?  Just give in.
   An image came from her as she applied fresh lipstick to her face.  Then a final message:
 The next hit will come at ninety miles an hour.  Here's your good-night kiss.
   Her cell phone rang.  Twice, thrice.  Obviously annoyed, she answered it.  
   "Hello?  Really?  Where at?"  Pause.  "I''m on my way."  She flew through the open loft door and floated before his face.  
   "Looks like you get a reprieve, boy.  I'm needed elsewhere."  She leaned in.  "Hope you're ready for the slumber party tomorrow night."
   With that, she flew off.
An admirer of my work recently told me that he loved my stories but was slightly disturbed my the morbidity of the popping--specifically, I think, that the gals would deliberately target people to fatten them up and explode them.

To be honest, I self-identify with all the victims in my works.  ALL of them.  Meaning that if I had to pick a way to go, I'd be quite a while deciding.  As a person that struggled with a weight problem all my life, having this particular fetish rather left me in a quandary.  Bullied for the weight problem (and being completely unable to stick to a diet),  I'd always harbored the dream/fetish of being made to inflate/expand to the point of explosion.  Later when I actually got the weight under control (mostly), the fetish remained. 

I do not write these stories to disparage anyone, but because these are ways I'd actually prefer to make a Grand Exit, if given the choice and ability (or at least flirt with the idea, fer cryin' out loud). 

That said, I've started on another story, it involves popping and explosions, and if you no like, you no read. 


wolfgang petersen
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1) I work for living
2) Yes, I RP; inflation themes are air, gas (duh), water, oil and firm weight gain. What I don't/won't employ is cum and berry stuff. Neithe do anything fo rme.
3) My rp's always end in a bang.
4) Have fun and feel free to leave comments.

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xplodor Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2018
Hey, hfilled1967 - thanks for the Fave - The Dolge's Competition

Glad y'liked it - and congrats on making it though all that Jacobean verse Applaud fella (Reactions) 
zmrd Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2017
I so cant wait 3rd part and next, of Mothers love. So mind blown :-)
hfilled1967 Featured By Owner Oct 25, 2017
Hopefully by the end of the week.  Just got done doing the trial/impending doom part.
Wilcox660 Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2017  Professional General Artist
Thanks for the fave!
gorerat Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2017  Professional Writer
Thanks for watching!
Hayloon Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2017  Student Writer
O.O oh wow! thanks for the fave!
hfilled1967 Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2017
She should've dumped the corset, if only to buy some time and mebbe profusely apologize.
Hayloon Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2017  Student Writer
XD that corset was pretty tight in the first place. not sure she would have gotten it off before she blew. I was planning on writing more of this too. 
alia35 Featured By Owner Dec 20, 2016
Thanks for the fave, glad to see you like my stuff.
hfilled1967 Featured By Owner Oct 24, 2016
Anybody have an idea for a title for my newest story?
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