Published: February 27, 2014
Tonight was the night!
Shelby excitedly clutched the package the UPS driver had dropped off, heading for the living room and plopping herself down in the easy chair by the TV. Penelope was out for the night, meaning she got to try this baby out in her underwear.
Oh yeah, Shelby thought, tonight shall be the most chill.
"Verily," she muttered, giggling to herself as she opened the package. Reaching in among the packing peanuts, she lifted a small but heavy device from the box and grinned gleefully at it. Her new vaporizer had arrived, and it was glorious.
Running with her idea, Shelby tossed her jeans and hoodie off to the side, plopping herself down on the floor in her panties and tanktop, beanie slouched on her head as usual. She dug into a plastic bag in a small drawer in the TV stand, and withdrew a sticky green and purple clump.
"Oooh man, you smell good," she complimented the nugget of Blackwater Kush, before unceremoniously ripping a chunk of the fresh nug off and breaking it up, packing it into the herb chamber of her new electronic friend. She contemplated the remainder of the plant matter in her hand, and with a shrug, continued to pack it into the chamber until it could hold no more. Penelope would probably scold her about self-control, but hey, Pen was out at some meditation retreat.
More for me, Shelby mused, as she plugged the vaporizer into the nearby outlet and fiddled with the temperature dial. Satisfied that all was prepared, Shelby stood, wandered over to the record player, and thumbed through her milk crate of vinyl.
"Blackwater's kind of a... Madvillain sort of strain, right?" she asked nobody in particular.
Setting her chosen record on the turntable, she set the needle, started the player, and plopped herself down by the now properly heated vaporizer. She brushed her finger along its side, feeling for the fan switch - man, I'm glad I sprung for one with fans - and heard them spin to life. As she tucked the end of the mouthpiece between her lips, thin white vapor began to flow into her mouth. She inhaled deeply, before flicking the switch again with her toe, tilting her head to gaze at the cieling, and finally exhaling a white wisp of vapor.
"Jeeeeesus," she groaned as she felt the effects of the THC hit a minute later, closing her eyes and slipping into her high.
Shelby giggled to herself for a few moments before deciding she could probably go in for another hit, and she again set the mouthpiece to her lips and flicked the fan switch. Just as she was beginning to inhale, she was startled by her phone ringing in the discarded jeans laying on the couch. She nearly jumped out of her skin, and gasped sharply - drawing the mouthpiece and the end of the whip into the back of her throat.
Shelby clutched her throat in nervous surprise as she felt the heavy mouthpiece drop right into her stomach, the long whip uncoiling on the floor and snaking down her throat. Unsure of what to address first, the dazed and confused girl grabbed her jeans and dug around for the cell phone, soon realizing she'd missed the call.
But she had a new Tumblr notification.
No wait, there's a few of them. Oh hey, somebody texted me, too.
Shelby began to fiddle with her phone, wondering in the back of her mind if there wasn't something she'd forgotten. A warmth was growing in her midsection, and she felt so comfortable... but she had no idea why! Oh well, maybe it was just the kush hitting her harder than she expected.
She was so engrossed in her phone by now that she didn't seem to notice that her (relatively) flat stomach was beginning to puff up and swell. Her throat felt a little funny, but - wait, hey, new YouTube message! Shelby continued to blissfully and obliviously grow, her stomach groaning and swelling steadily, doming outward and then inflating like a balloon, the soft skin rolling out over her splayed thighs and feeling light as air.
When...are...you...gonna...be...home? Shelby texted to Penelope. Maybe Pen knew what Shelby was supposed to remember, but, well, she was a bit too far gone to have any idea what it was, so maybe not.
Before long, the needle of her record player began to scrape against the label on the record, snapping her out of her daze.
Wait a second.
Why are my legs so warm? I'm not wearing pants...
Shelby put her phone down... and gasped around the whip as she realized that the surface she'd just put it on was her stomach. Her palms grasped at her puffy, swollen middle, its skin taut and pink and hot, swelling over her shins now, and showing no sign of stopping. She grabbed the whip and gave it a firm tug, and the saliva-soaked whip and mouthpiece tumbled out of her mouth and onto the carpet. Coughing, Shelby cleared her throat and then gawked at the massive but light stomach in front of her, blanketing her legs nearly completely.
"O-oh.. uhh.. sssshhhiit." She hiccuped, palms pushing into her balloon-like midsection. "Ohhhh maaan, this is gonna be a Pen Lecture."
She belched, covering her mouth in surprise as she noticed the puff of white vapor coming out.
"Woah! I'm like..." She ran her palms up and down over her middle. "I'm like a ... like a volcano vaporizer bag... That's kind of awesome, actually..."
Nervousness gave way to giddy probing and poking of her puffy belly, getting to her feet and bouncing the light, vapor-filled stomach on her fingertips.
"Aw, man, this could be pretty - urp - fun.. I've never fish bowled someone with my stomach before..."
Shelby nabbed her phone off of her bloated stomach, standing and stretching as she began dialing.
"Hehe... there really is gonna be a party in my tummy..." She put the phone to her ear as it began to ring. "And guess who's invited?"