CreamBalloons-R18-4
CreamBalloons Redux 04
Erotic Fanfic
It was getting seriously late, but she hopped online, reading through all the lust-filled comments her latest vids received, the fanart of her blown up to hyper-voluptuous proportions and noticed a few that stuck out. One of her lifelong supporters was trying to get her attention, repeating a comment about the medication and cosmetic surgery that Cream was planning on getting. The user was always a weird one, talking about next-generation theories that nobody had access to, but this one looked very plausible. It just hit the market and 'short of being nanorobotics', they said, it was what she was looking for. It was a hormone package developed in the interest of aiding people with body dysphoria. Injection patches woven into clothing, custom-tailored for a person's body goals. She ordered it straight away, with no consideration to the veritable galaxy of drugs she was already taking, and had already made her pass out for much of the day.
The very thought of her body expanding into her dreams made her wet, fogging reason, but clarifying the fantasy. She snapped some pictures of her chest and body, pointing out how she was changing, smiling brightly at the small, but real progress her bosom made. The response from the online crowd was generous.
Cream wrapped up the night by continuing to write about one of her sex idols, Rouge. It was no secret that she had undergone numerous kinds of cosmetic surgery, and probably used her rumored position as a government agent to help manipulate companies to lend suspiciously great assistance to her own company, which specialized in fashion and beauty products. Infact, most of the meds that Cream had used were developed "By Rouge" as the motto went. On her computer screen, for more inspiration, she had a photo timeline of Rouge's body from when she was barely known, to when she started one of the world's largest body-modifying businesses on the planet. The woman's body, already womanly, had ballooned tremendously over the course of 5 years. She had even been seen with a bulge, leading many to believe that she'd given herself a penis after becoming jaded with being female alone.
Cream went off all that speculation. Even though her lush mother was sleeping deeply, she dare not risk pulling the water hose into her room. She attached a squeeze bulb to the base of her dildos, tiny when deflated. She gave both bulbs several squeezes, paying no mind to the fact that her body hadn't stretched out from how huge they previously were. Sufficiently excited, blushing, she wrote her short story...
"Big Business Bat"
Rouge laid on the operating table, inputting the last command for the robotic surgeon's new routine. The entire room had a sharp, antiseptic scent, softly lit by numerous dim lamps to help settle nerves. The ceiling was glass, allowing an audience to observe the entire process, mostly investors, but a few doctors, too. Lining the circular room were numerous infusion pumps, high-tech machines monitoring vitals, and for the audience, multiple camera angles with picture-in-picture monitors. The only people in the operating room were a few technicians studying terminals for the robo-doctor's many arms sprouting from its 8-wheeled base. A paramedic was waiting by, too, leaning against the exit door, seeming as worried as anyone else. Massive tanks of gel glooped and glunked, like massive water coolers, feeding the simulaflesh through clear hoses into the robo-doc.
"Okay, let's begin, boys. I hope you enjoy the show, and consider this first ever test's results," she cooed into the mic, and the machine placed a plastic mask over her face as she lay down, breathing in the sleeping gas. Her eyes fluttered, and she was out. Painkillers were injected, assuring she would sleep through the operation. Yet, Rouge's voice kept speaking periodically throughout the operation. Recorded clips played throughout the process.
Rouge's arms rest at her sides. The 'doc' pulled them out to the sides and then removed the sheet covering her nude body. Across her naked form, there were numerous markings.
"All of the paint is for your reference. The surgical unit doesn't need them. This is a simple test, showing the results of the elasticity-boosting drugs we've developed that make the patient's tissues even more durable than rubber," the sultry recording claimed while the displays showed Rouge's nipples being clamped and pulled on, being tugged away to a realistic degree, then further, and further yet. The machine kept pulling until her skin was pulled 3 feet out and then some. The machine relaxed, and except for a vague blush, she looked as though nothing happened.
Cream pumped her dildos up, feeling them fit snugly in her body. She rubbed her ass side-to-side on the chair, feeling the lube smearing across the smooth surface, and the suction cups stick, giving the cocks a pleasurable drag within her.
"I'm also host to my new expander implants, based on old plastic surgery methods. We have hormonal treatment options, too, which can be deployed into a patient via each personally-shaped bladder, which dissolves away, replaced by enhanced tissues, for patients that wish for permanence. That's not my personal taste though," she went on, each word rolled off her lips as though she were flirting. The display showed the many bubbles within Rouge's body, and displayed their capacities, which many audience members said seemed speculative at best.
"My implants, however, can be drained and refilled, since I must be able get around and do these demonstrations for you good people," the recording churred attractively. "Well, I'm sure the auto-doc is done rigging me up by now..."
It was close to finishing, pressing syringe-tipped hoses into Rouge's body, inserting them beneath her arms, just above her hips, and curiously, a pair went to her inner thighs, on either side of the crook of her groin. Smaller hoses were placed into her mouth, the doc opening her jaw and placing the needles somewhere within. The procedure seemed incredibly simple. All the indicators were green except two. That's when the doc strapped Rouge's wrists and ankles to the edge of the table. The table split apart, leaving Rouge spread-eagle. Excess portions of the table retracted into the floor. Her entire body was on display, a collar kept her head stable. The entire array was suspended by robotic arms. The doc inserted the last two hose lines into the small of her back, and the pips associated with her asscheeks lit up.
The infusion pumps spooled up, whirring from high pitch to a low, quiet hum. Heavy, slow burbling belched into the gel tanks as the pumps took long drinks of the gel.
"Our gel may look like heavier saline, but don't be fooled," Recorded Rouge purred, "Our simulaflesh gel gives the appearance of a natural body by default, but can be tuned to any number of tastes, viscosity, firmness, and feel. I've opted for a jigglier, bouncier type that we jokingly brand as jiggle physics."
Cream pumped her dildos more, squeezing both bulbs and pausing as she imagined being her idol. Even being a postergirl would've been a dream, and given access to all the latest goods that came from Rouge. She pumped the dildo in her ass up a few extra times more than her pussy pump, feeling her insides flutter in pleasure. She drooled, shakily typing away with the squeeze bulbs on either side of her keyboard.
Rouge's voluptuous body began to fill out, starting with her breasts. In slow pulses, they pushed out further from her body. Her hips widened smoothly, too, and the robo-table adjusted, spreading whenever it was at a limit to pull her legs into a spread pose again. Her legs were getting slightly longer as well. The doctor held a mic near Rouge, piping the sound of vaguely rubbery stretching into the audience's chamber as her bosom ballooned from full-figured, to frankly-huge.
Clear syrup fed into Rouge's lips, and as they pursed more and more, becoming bodaciously, cartoonishly plump, the doc held the mic near her lips, and she cooed, opening her eyes, "And finally, the process is completely painless. We'll only put the patient under if they request it, at no extra charge." She grinned, squirming around on the table, continuing on, "And we're able to implant something extra, too, if you'd draw your eyes downstairs for me."
The gel allowed into her groin started inflating her clitoris and mons. It looked strange at first, but then it became apparent when the bulges of flesh distended into a pouch. She had balls now, and her clitoris was fattening into a penile shape, the rim of a glans bulging up near the tip, and the mushroomed tip capping it off. It arched out, 3 inches and so on, elongating into a definite penis.
"Fully functional, too.. We can even," Rouge gasped, obviously enjoying it. She paused...
"We can even match the patient's DNA to make them fertile, if they want."
Rouge wobbled in the air, sending her huge breasts wobbling about and grinned, "And unlike standard implants, we can have complex, multi-stage ones, controlled remotely." A display flashed up, zooming in on a 3D model of the bat woman's tits, selecting her nipples and areolae. The selection flickered, and then down on the surgical table, her areolae began to bulge outward into large domes, the nipples themselves thickening significantly, pushing out inch by inch, throb by throb. "It really adds to their realism," she rasped lovingly.
"Mnnn, well that's enough out of me, darlings," she moaned, and that was the cue for the lip infusion to ramp up, pumping her lips into a lovely pucker that began to dominate her face, but more theatrically, squeeze her mouth shut. Her body was continuing to balloon, and the recording chimed in, saying, "This stress test is already well beyond the limits of what most of this audience thought was only theoretical."
The pumps got louder, and were obviously taking longer draws from their tanks, pumping multiple gallons into the CEO of her own company, pumping her asscheeks and thighs up so much that they were thicker around than the span of her shoulders. The 3D displays zoomed out gradually, making more room to accommodate her ridiculously grown figure.
"You'll notice that my legs are getting longer. The elasticizer allows the tendons and even bones to adapt to the needs, if they are bound up in an implant mesh. The procedure is no more invasive than a standard implant procedure," Rouge assured. "The only downside is that it takes a few minutes for it to wear off when the host implants are deflated, leaving the patient with elongated legs for that moment."
Rouge's breasts were the size of beanbag chairs, wobbling chaotically atop her body, her areolae alone were double the size of her head, and capped with nipples that could fill 5 gallon buckets. The machines released her, and she walked around to a closet, the doc following close behind her. She pulled a long sheet of rubbery cloth from the rack. The doc helped dress her in a business suit that was tailor made for her hyper-sexual body, including her new dick, which came to a rest at a foot in length, the balls so big that they obscured her vagina from view. The suit barely fit. She tapped her lips, and they were drained just enough to allow her to speak. Oddly she'd not removed the hoses.
"As you can plainly see, I've gone above and beyond the limitations of every clinic's ethical concerns without violating the safety of the patient. The only thing they need to do is pass our physical fitness test, which we can provide help qualifying for. The design of my implants are also very supportive, making that a low bar to entry, " she said while walking around the sparse operating room, huge breasts jostling in an unearthly sway, hips carrying such a wide gait that her asscheeks slapped against the small of her back. "Your investment is needed to lower the cost of entry, however, but I assure you that the hunger for this product is great." The evidence flickered onto the screens. "And its safety will boost demand, and fits within legal obligations.."
_Cream shivered, pumping the dildos up within her more and more, listening to the lubed horsedicks squeaking within her body from the pressure. She didn't look down, but she was sure by the packed feeling that they were just as big as they'd been when she was filling them with water days before. She panted, drool oozing down her tongue, down her chin. The tubes were hissing violently every time she squeezed the bulbs to make her double-penetrator even bigger. She reached beneath her slimy bottom, a mixture of her femcum and lube, and plied the suction cups free. She pulled the squeeze bulbs off and started banding duct tape around them, rigging them to the helium canister's hose contraption.
She sat down again, and with the big canister at her side, twisted the nozzle while squirming on her dildos, wincing and biting her lip, pinching the hoses between her trembling thighs to add a wild vibration to her growing penetrators. She cut the flow and after touching the penile bulge pushing through her belly, continued on, moaning softly with every breath._
"But in case you're not satisfied, then please observe the point I'm about to make," Rouge seemingly commanded, raising her arms up behind her, posing like the pin-up doll she was. Every tanker of gel refilled noisily, delivered by wide pipes with glass windows in them. Everything about this demonstration was about showing the excess that she was able to bestow on herself, and on other people. She was selling a dream. The pumps spooled up again, and Rouge's body grew in dramatic gluts. Her body groaned audibly, breasts and ass bulging in fantastic spurts. Her legs ballooned, lengthening up. Her torso grew slightly longer, but most of her height was in her perfectly shaped legs.
She felt herself up, absoluly in lve wih her otrgeous womanhdd.. . Roug kp
Cream gasped, twisting the helium canister open again. Its pressure was great, pushing its gas into the tense rubbers inside her. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she bounced on top of her impossibly fat toys, pretending that Rouge was fucking her. A vision of a futafied Vanilla flashed in her mind as well, the second partner gangbanging her. It didn't phase her. Who knew how huge the cocks were.. Cream gave extra bias to the dick in her ass, feeling its great length straightening out her bowels. If it weren't so dark, cream would've seen that the toy in her pussy was so big that it was bulging out her belly, curled up in within her womb slightly, thicker across than a 2L bottle by far.
She cut the flow to her vagina, and vastly reduced the flow overall, feeling her asscheeks spreading more and more, and could hear her femcum dripping on the floor in great droplets. She continued to write, but was bleary eyed in pleasure.
Rouge was absolutely in love with her outrageous womanhood, becoming a goddess of sex. Her size had doubled. Her hips were larger across than most cars were wide, and the asscheeks mounted on her curvacious thighs and massive, jiggly pelvis projected out further than many of the audience members were tall. Her breasts dominated her frame, each gigantic, slightly drooping, slightly oblong sphere 7 feet in depth, her areolae as big as beachballs, the nipples just as absurd. The clothing was tearing apart. The fat flesh bulged through each rapidly-widening tear in her business clothing. Her pantyhose shredding over the bulging thighs, and before her suit was just beginning to give up, a loud fluid glugging noise revisited the surgical room. A glassy scrape followed, and the surgical room's ceiling had retracted, allowing Rouge's height gains to penetrate above.
The tankers had refilled, and again, started pumping more gel into her. The displays were amazing. Her normal body was completely enveloped in multiple feet of injected simulaflesh. She towered higher, being literally inflated to more than triple her normal height. Her ballooning dick came into view finally, hanging out in front of her like an errant crane arm, her balls fattening up, packing her soft sac tightly. The only tatters of clothing that remained were her sleeves and stylish collar.
Rouge broke the pose, striding around the room confidently. Her steps resonated through the auditorium, the great collection of gelatinous oceans sloshing deeply in everyone's ears. Her breasts swung pendulously out above everyone's heads, and while her plus-sized battering ram of a dick should've bowled over the investors, she seemed to have the presence of mind to spare them the assault.
"We also provide for plus-sized tailoring," she giggled, as robotic arms lowered from the true ceiling, which briefly scanned her, then seemed to spray new clothing on her. Cotton banded between her massive weather balloons, over her belly and lower body, clothing her new phallus and package in a sheath that indeed concealed her body, but let it all hang out. The black body hugger was capped off with a second layer. The machines built boots and gloves onto her, and capped beneath her breasts, a heart-shaped bodice, completing her classic look. She grinned, turning around, showing it off.
"Mmm, but I do have to be places," she frowned, signaling the machines to then drain her. In only a few minutes, tanker truck amounts of gel were pumped out of her, leaving her completely normal, and the exaggeration from her leg lengthening wasn't as severe as some had worried. It was clear that it was strange, but she wasn't left with an upper body that was 5 times shorter than her legs had been when she pumped so massively. Rouge emerged from the parachute of clothing, turning around, the cameras zooming in on her, revealing no signs of stretching whatsoever, just reddened skin that relaxed in moments time.
"Like I said, I do have to be places, and I hope you'll follow me there. Thank you for your time." Rouge smiled as she was dressed again in her sharply-tailored business suit and left, the lights dimming as applause was raised.
Cream finished writing, but as she was wrapping up the story, she continued pumping up her double phallic toys, pretending that Rouge, with two dicks, was fucking her. Little did she know how rapidly her medication worked, allowing her to take an unreal amount of dick in her lithe little body. Her belly bulged with a dick that was approaching double thickness of a 2L soda bottle, and the one wedged in her ass even further along. A second bulge appeared in her belly as she bounced and moaned freely, trusting in her mother's alcoholism to keep her asleep.
"Yes! M..More! Rouge. Yes. Fuck me. Yes!," she hissed passionately, sliding her fingers rapidly across her big, plump clit. Her chair squeaked beneath the much noisier splattering of cum and lube. The second bulge in her belly was indeed the other dildo, having worked through her body, pressing a fat mushroom bulge out from her navel.
KAPOW!!!!
The dildos exploded inside of her! She yelped and then covered her mouth before melting in her seat, shivering all over in pleasure. She oozed down, feeling the slick goo down her back and laid on the floor, rubbing her pussy and trembling in joy. She worriedly felt her bottom, but felt fine. Nothing but pleasure, and her pucker was as tight as it had ever been. Cream lay there, rubbing her overstimulated body, rubbing her plump belly full of helium and got a kinky idea... She turned the helium canister off and snipped the hoses free from the bundle of tape and stuck them in her mouth while masturbating, giving herself that cute, cartoonish voice...
"Cream? What was that?" Vanilla's voice pierced the fantasy's bubble.
Cream gasped sharply, covering her mouth as helium hissed out of her body. She quickly practiced deepening her voice, and called out, voice shaking, "Snow slid off the roof! It scared me, too!" Her voice was still pinched by helium... Her eyes darted around. She pushed the helium tank back into her closet and sopped up her own sexual release with a towel...
"Hnghhnn okay," her mother slurred. She heard footsteps briefly, a door close, and knew that her mother had probably gone to her actual bed.
Cream bit her tongue, climbed back onto her computer chair and submitted her story to her fans before she dug out another substantial dildo. She was still punishingly aroused. She could hear her sober self screaming at her to crawl in bed, but the insistent throb in her body drove her on. She cinched one of her hoses shut, but kept the one from her ass open, feeling the pressure relieving.
Cream walked into her bathroom, licking her dildo, gazing at herself in the mirror while doing it, and unscrewed the shower nozzle head. She sweat bullets as she turned on the water flow, waiting an eternity for the water to warm. She had total tunnel vision, and even that little voice in the back of her head vanished at that point. She attached the footlong dildo to the shower hose, feeling it jitter to life in her hands. She licked the suction cup, dragging the hose along, and stuck the dildo to the bathroom mirror, twisting it around and pushing down for a perfect seal.
She clambered onto the wide countertop and pressed the fat glans against her ass and started humping the mirror. She huffed the helium, heightening her voice and squealed in a quiet hiss about being Rouge's bitch. The fat dildo had puffy nodules on it, rounded spikes that ground gently into her insides and helped lodge it inside even her enhanced body.
With the mirror, she could peer over her shoulder and see how wide the neon cock was getting. It was already thicker than her spindly arms, and definitely longer. She couldn't slide away from the wall without falling off from its gained size. Her crazed mind wasn't satisfied yet, even as the dildo thickened further, gaping her puffy asshole. She touched her stomach, seeing a repeat of the bulge promising to rise in her. The sense of fullness she got when her ass kissed the mirror, and the base of the dildo was amazing, making her tremble and giggle from the sheer intensity. Tears dribbled down her face from the overload.
Knock, knock!
"J--Just brushing my teeth and gonna take a sh-sh-shower!" Cream immediately yelped, her voice still slightly pinched by helium.
Then, she realized that the noise was her falling over, having been leaning out from the sink so far that the suction cup released. Still, a shower sounded wonderful. A shower with Rouge. She had two shower nozzles in her bath, and turned the other one on. It drained some of the flow from pumping up her hyper-futa fantasy, but it allowed her to savor it, watching as her belly was completely filled with the girth of a dick as she sat down on it, feeling each rounded nodule pop into her spread ass. Her pussy was squished somewhat flat by the foot-wide dildo.
She finally had enough and detached the hose, but stuck the dildo once more to a wall, pumping her body along the massive length in smooth motions, gripping the textured sides of the tub to help get a longer thrust. She kept up a good rhythm, moaning openly, the warm shower masking her voice. When she finally came, she squirted, feeling a pressure beneath her clit fluttering as thick slime erupted from her cunny. Exhaustion immediately set in, but the dildo was stuck fast, leaving her ass hung in the air as goo oozed around her upper body and face, swirling down the drain.
After a few minutes, she rolled over, feeling all the nubs scrape inside her and make her clit harden up again, more femcum slopped down her body, siezed up in orgasm. She did clean herself, detaching the suction cup from the wall, draining the dildo, but keeping the 2L bottle-sized dick inside her. She glanced at herself in the mirror, the hot pink bulge hanging out of her pucker. She blushed, and pressed a shampoo bottle against its base, watching it sink in and in a moment of impulse, sat on the edge of the tub, watching the dildo slide in, and her elastic asshole cinch shut. For some reason, she felt intense sexual pride, and continued to wash herself off, feeling as Rouge must've felt when she rose above all her skeptics, pumped so full that nobody could deny how impressive it was.
She toweled off and slipped back into her athletic nighties, noticing that her hips got a little wider, her breasts a little bigger. She felt more and more womanly. She retired to her bedroom at long last, rubbing her protruding clitoris through her panties. If it weren't for her exhaustion, she knew she could go another round. Instead, she slid into bed, tucked away among her pillows and fantasy and gave a little moan, squeezing her plump buns together to give her internal dildo a jounce.
Her dreams were incoherent, anxious, sexual, and who could really say what they were for sure?