In Flagrante Tumeo

"GEE, Poppy," Amber said from the other side of the door, "What are you up to in there with all that HISSING and CREAKING?" A gloating tone was evident in Amber's voice, and Poppy had a sinking feeling that the game was up. She tried to keep her inflation sessions on the down-low, but her roommate had come home early. She'd barely had time to wedge her blimping body back into her room and slam the door. The wood was cool against Poppy's enormous, inflating behind, and the rising pressure in her belly was making it very hard to reply. Her inflated body's hissing sounded all too loud.

"N-nothing!" Poppy yelled. "I'm...I'm just inflating an air mattress, o-okay!?" It struck her how silly that excuse probably sounded if Amber suspected something. "T-that's a thing people do sometimes!" She let out a moan. Her drum-taut diaphragm was not terribly cooperative to speaking...and she was still getting bigger. She heard Amber laugh on the other side of the door.

"Yeah? Is that 'air mattress' you? Cause it sure sounds like someone's taking blimp pills in there!" Amber's voice carried a tone of sing-song reproach. "I wouldn't have thought you were into something like THAT, Poppy!" Poppy's flushed cheeks felt about a thousand degrees.

"No!" she yelled back. Her eyes darted down to the container of green pills on her desk, barely able to see them past the swollen shelf of her breasts. She certainly wouldn't have taken six of them if she'd known her roommate wasn't going to be out partying late. All six were still bubbling away in her belly, distending her ballooned physique by at an inexorable speed. She bit her lower lip as her body continued to inflate. The rising pressure was a yawning gulf inside her that she'd set in motion but couldn't stop; things were starting to get tight in there. Poppy waddled across the room as best she could and threw herself onto her bed with a loud creak from her waist. The redhead buried her face in her pillow and let out a throaty moan. She couldn't take the obscene pressure inside her body in silence.

Then, she heard the door open. She twisted in bed to stare in livid shock. Amber stood in the doorway, and her wide eyes were going on a gawking spree roving over Poppy's inflating curves. In one hand, her roommate held one of the generic keys for the interior bedroom locks.

"Ha, ha, ho-leeee shit," Amber said, breaking into laughter as she stared at Poppy's gigantic, inflating ass, and huge underbelly. "You're HUGE!"

"GET OUT!" Poppy shrilled. She grabbed one of her pillows and hurled it at Amber. Her roommate batted aside the soft missile, the motion making her breasts wobble in the too-tight white dress she'd worn clubbing.

"I knew you were taking bloat pills," Amber said, picking up the container of pills and staring with a smirk at Poppy's belly as it rapidly continued to swell. "You weren't very subtle about it. Door always closed when I get home? Hearing creaks through my wall? One time you even yelled, quote, 'oh god, I'm so big!' unquote!"

"OH AND DID I MENTION GET OUT!?" Poppy yelled. She hurled her other pillow and struggled to sit up in her bed. She felt trapped by raw embarrassment, having no choice but to pump up like a human balloon in front of her roommate.

Amber stalked across the room in her heels and placed one hand flat on Poppy's belly, a playful expression flitting across her face. Poppy's breath hitched in her throat at the sensation. She'd never let anyone know about her blimp sessions, never shared them, and the feel of an unexpected warm hand pressing on her so-tight, stretched belly floored her.

"...What are you d-doing?" Poppy managed to say. Her belly continued to expand, rising around Amber's palm like bread dough. Amber's lips spread into a grin. She twisted off the top of the pill container and shook several into her hand, and brought one towards Poppy's mouth.

"You don't know how many times I've dreamed of coming in here and making you my blimp," Amber said. Poppy's heartbeat hammered inside her expansive chest.

"W-what? W-why do..." Poppy began, and that was as far as she got before the dry, green sphere of one of the inflation pills was pressed against her plump lips. She meekly looked back and forth between Amber's face and the pill, just barely visible in the bottom arc of her vision. Amber's eyebrows lifted with smug patience. The side of her thigh brushed against Poppy's enormous waist.

Poppy's thoughts flitted back and forth between conflicting emotions: outrage at the invasion of privacy, tension and pleasure from all the pressure that was within her, embarrassment at being seen so huge, and now the unexpected realization that someone wanted to see her even bigger...much bigger? She'd already taken too many tonight, enough to totally beauregard like three people by the time their inflation was done. Deep inside, a new facet of her inflation fetish yearned to be satisfied... now. Amber's finger pressed the pill more insistently against her lips.

Without giving much more thought to the matter, Poppy opened her mouth and swallowed.