Surprise, surprise, the following story is a bit of erotica (if strange erotica) that -- if you happen to be underage, or in a country with no respect for free-speech (or both) -- you should probably back out of now. After all, you don't want to get me, or whoever sent/stored this into trouble now, do you?
 

By continuing on after this sarcastically worded warning above, you absolve all others of responsibility for you reading this. Of course, they aren't responsible for you reading something even with out the warning, but this theoretically makes it legally binding.
 

On the whole, this story deals with a woman inflating very large, and enjoying the process far more than is likely -- unless the story happens to be erotica.
 

This story was inspired by the request of Lynn of the BE-Buddies listserve. This one's for you, kid...
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

On the newly colonized planet of Saint Catherine, several hundred light-years from Earth, at an emergency meeting of the Colony Authority, the colony's chief researcher is finishing up his report...
 

"...so out of the colony's 23,000 women, only the four who were in Banyon, exploring the Macman Trench, escaped exposure to the 'Breakers' sterilization virus."
 

The mood of the meeting was grim. Two months before, astronomers had caught the flares of the Breakers' enormous invasion fleet, as it had left orbit around the nearest Empire world to the colony six years ago -- the light of this launch having just reached Saint Catherine. Tracking showed that it was heading their way, and would arrive in fifty years. But at the same time, the Breakers had launched a smaller probe, capable of traveling much nearer the speed of light, which had arrived at the colony just five days ago and delivered its "gift" of a virus that had sterilized nearly all the women of the colony. In fifty years, the Breakers would arrive to find a planet filled mostly with the old and dying, and their invasion would be a walkover...
 

...unless Doctor Merriam's bizarre plan worked.

"Now, Lynn, you understand this process hasn't actually been tested on humans before -- it's only been used on farm animals to speed their spread on a new colony. And even there the results are sometimes unpredictable."
 

Lynn nodded -- if a bit nervously. "I understand, Doctor. But it's the only way for the colony to survive. The only way for there to be enough people to fight off the Breakers in fifty years. I have to try."
 

Meanwhile, a small part of her mind was cheering in the background. Finally, one of her most bizarre sexual fantasies would be coming true.
 

Dr. Merriam had proposed that the four remaining fertile women be subjected to the colonies "Enhanced Birthing Machine." It was designed to allow a single animal -- say, a cow -- to become pregnant with hundreds of its kind at once, and to come to full term within a couple of hours! The machine would manipulate the ovaries to produce several hundred eggs at once, fertilize them with donor sperm, and then through the application of strange energy fields, both speed up the process of pregnancy several thousand times and allow the female to grow to contain all the developing fetus', while "feeding" her directly to the cells. Its use in producing farm and other imported animals on new colonies rapidly was well established, but no one had ever used it on a human before -- there had never been a need.
 

There was a need now.
 

Lynn was one of the four remaining fertile women on the planet. They had been in a research sub at the time the Breaker probe had delivered its cargo of sterility and the colony scientists had realized quickly enough what was happening to order them to stay submerged until the virus burnt-out. But four women cannot give birth to a colony's entire next generation...
 

...at least, not without help.
 

When they had been informed of the situation, Lynn had been the first to volunteer to be subjected to the process. A large part of this was her feelings of duty to the survival of the colony -- but she had also always had strange fantasies, desires, urges to be "inflated," to grow to an immense size like a balloon. To feel herself expand larger and rounder by the second until she would nearly pop!
 

Which perhaps explains why she was squirming in her seat while waiting for the Doctor to finish discussing the procedure with her.
 

"We expect that -- at the levels we're using -- the machine will induce you to become pregnant with between three-hundred and fifty and four-hundred fetus'. The acceleration should cause you to go through the full-term in just ninety minutes, at which point, we will perform a Teleportation-Caesarian and deliver the full-term infants. The machine should then be able to restore your body to near-normal within another twenty minutes. However, we expect it will be at least two weeks before you have full recovery and we..."
 

...He looked away, nervously...
 

"...and we can perform the procedure again, if you are still willing."
 

Lynn nodded again. "I understand, Doctor. If this works, each of us will have to go through this procedure several hundred times to make a full next generation for the colony. Now, you do understand my desire to have only the robodocs in the room with me -- no human Doctors."
 

"Much as I would like to observe the first test of this process on a human first-hand, respecting your privacy is the least we can do to help repay you for what you are doing for the colony."
 

"Then let's get started -- the Breakers aren't getting any farther away, you know."

The door hissed shut and locked as Lynn settled back into the medicouch to wait for the process to begin. She was naked and the material of the couch -- like all medical furniture since the dawn of time -- was cold, plastic, and slightly uncomfortable against her bare skin. She fidgeted while the scanners probed deeply within her for several minutes, hummed nervously while the medical-computers calculated exactly what needed to be done, and finally started chewing on her thumb when she'd decided that it was taking an awfully long time, and something must have gone wrong.
 

There was a brief flash, a rush through her body like static electricity, and suddenly Lynn was more pregnant than anybody before in history.
 

IMPREGNATION: COMPLETE. The robodoc besides the couch said. SENSORS INDICATE 417 SUCCESSFUL FERTILIZATIONS.
 

Four-hundred and seventeen! Lynn thought, wetting her lips. Her hands went quickly to her stomach, eagerly feeling for any difference in its normal flatness. Lynn began to feel...strange. Her body rumbled. It felt like parts of her insides were moving all on their own. She could feel odd tuggings within her that she felt -- with equal oddity -- slightly arousing. Her breath quickened with a mixture of excitement and fear -- with the excitement winning.
 

But after ten minutes, in spite of feeling "bloated," her stomach remained flat.
 

Well, she thought, even four-hundred two or three "week" old fetus' don't take up that much room
 

Her belly rumbled again and she felt -- or thought she felt -- just the slightest bulge begin to form beneath her fingers. Unsure at first, another minute's growth convinced her. Moving her hands out of the way, she stared down at her waistline and saw that it was no longer flat, but that a nice convex dome had formed.
 

And while she stared down at her tummy, this put her in a very good position to see her breasts also begin to swell.
 

They felt tender, strange, but somehow aroused as they quickly began ballooning from her chest. By the fifteenth minute of her pregnancy, they had already swelled from her normal "B" to a full -- and still growing -- "D". Her belly, too, was now expanding faster. Just halfway though her second "month" it had expanded to match that of a normal pregnancy's sixth or seventh.
 

By the twentieth minute, and the start of her third "month", her breasts had grown to a full, bouncy pair of "G" cups and were still visibly growing by the minute, inflating like a very large pair of children's balloons. But not as fast as her belly  was! It was already larger than a normal full-term -- with twins! -- and was swelling forth at an ever increasing rate. Lynn was by now breathing hard with excitement and she could feel herself getting wet as her stomach grew like a balloon -- weather, this time -- on an air-pressure line.
 

Another ten minutes, another "month" of pregnancy, and Lynn entered the second-trimester. By now her belly was a sphere nearly three feet wide, ballooning tightly from the rest of her body, and visibly swelling with every breath. As it grew, it forced her now basketball-sized breasts upwards towards her face. They were still growing as well, as if they valiantly wished to grow large enough to feed all four-hundred of the children within her. Lynn didn't think they'd make it, but they were giving it a hell of a go.
 

Lynn was becoming very aroused as she swelled ever larger. Her skin was getting tighter across her inflating belly and breasts with each passing second and the feeling was making her very wet. Her hands no longer merely rested against her huge, beach-ball of a belly, but stroked the stretching skin, feeling herself swell larger and larger. They would on occasion, almost of their own will, reach up and play with her ballooning breasts, her arms going out to almost their full extension so that her hands could fondle her nipples, now nearly five inches long and four wide.
 

At her the start of her fifth "month", her belly passed the five-foot wide mark. So large was it that by now, her growth was not as visible as before -- in spite of the fact she was still inflating at a rate of over two-inches per minute. Her breasts, each a two-foot wide balloon in its own right, had been pushed up so far as to cover her face. In danger of smothering, she ordered the couch to tilt down forty-five degrees, her feet now resting on the floor. This gave her -- literally -- some breathing room.
 

Now, if she could just still reach her nipples.
 

She could feel the vast bulk of her belly slowly growing down her legs. Soon, the bottom curve of this immense sphere of pregnancy had passed her feet and joined them in resting on the floor. She could feel the skin covering it somehow still getting tighter with each passing minute of growth. She felt like an overinflated balloon -- and to her hands, her swollen belly felt like an overinflated balloon too: Stretched, hard, tight. She was just reaching the sixth "month" and in the back of her mind formed the worry she might pop before she reached the end of her pregnancy.
 

But the ever increasing arousal within her drowned out this worry.
 

Between a belly now more than six feet wide, and her two-and-a-half foot wide breasts, she could no longer see anything forward -- but those same belly and breasts. She was big enough now that side vision was impaired as well. While this made it hard for her to see if she was still growing, she could certainly feel her continuing inflation.
 

Her belly was now growing across the floor, and even with the couch tilted and the support fields at near maximum, she could feel the vast, full, weight of it against her, pressing her deeper into the couch. Her skin kept getting tighter and tighter -- she was almost afraid to touch it now, but she just couldn't stop. Soon, she came with the most explosively delicious orgasm she had ever felt in her life. Her body, nearly immobile, shimmied with the waves of pleasure flowing through its inflated bulk and the tops of her breasts, now more than four feet above her head, jiggled wildly in spite of their overblown tightness.
 

Almost as soon as she came down, another orgasm began to build.
 

Now at her seventh "month," her belly had grown so huge that it was lifting the rest of her, her feet leaving the floor. She ordered the couch to recline out of the way and was now hanging, a small appendage on the side of a huge -- and growing -- weather balloon of a belly. Her breasts had, for the moment, stopped growing -- but not before inflating to an impressive three-foot diameter each. She could feel strange swirlings within them.
 

It was getting hard to concentrate -- or worry -- as her always stroking hands drove her to orgasm after orgasm as they felt her belly now so inflated it was as hard as steel. Her super-tight skin felt delicious to her questing fingers as it stretched even tighter with each inch of inflation. Within the taunt mass of her belly, she could feel the movement of the four-hundred odd children, jostling one another -- and kicking. When one of them kicked her, she was startled to hear her belly make a deep base drum sound. Again and again came the random *DUUUNNN* of a child's kick against the inside of her still tightening belly and beneath her ever growing lust, a small part of her mind was becoming terrified that one of those kicks would make her burst!
 

Lynn's belly entered her eight "month" fully fifteen feet wide, her feet now dangling over four feet off the ground. Her orgasms were coming faster, stronger, impairing her ability to think of anything else, even when she felt her way-outie belly-button hit the wall. Soon, more of her belly snugged up against the wall as still she swelled.
 

The swirlings in her breasts increased to an almost painful level. Suddenly, quickly, they swelled another half-foot a piece and she could feel a wonderful release, as they began to pour forth milk. In spite of continually spouting gallons of hot milk, to roll down the sides of her ever-increasing belly, they didn't get any smaller -- if anything, they were growing again -- but the feeling of lactating was making her even hotter!
 

Within her now twenty foot wide belly, the children were kicking more, and ominous creaking noises worked their way through her orgasmic haze -- like a balloon nearing detonation, she thought in a brief rest between her endless orgasms.
 

At the ninth "month", she could feel the sides of her belly hit the walls as well. Soon, the top of it -- and her breasts -- were bumping the ceiling. She now felt herself to be so impossibly full and tight that something had to give soon -- even though most of her was silently shouting "Bigger!"
 

The walls of the room began to restrict her growth as her back was pressed up against the final wall. She could feel her thirty-foot belly strain against them. She no longer even had to touch herself to cum. Orgasms as big as her belly crashed through her, again and again. Damn, it felt soooo good! She wanted to keep growing forever, even if the small, diminishing part of her mind that was still rational could tell she was nearing the explosion point .
 

Now the walls began to crack from the awesome pressure of her belly as it filled every spare inch of the room. She knew she couldn't last much longer...
 

...and just before detonation, she heard the robodoc say FULL TERM ACHIEVED. COMMENCING CAESARIAN TELEPORTATION.
 

And with that, she blacked out.

Two weeks later, Lynn had mostly recovered from her ultra-pregnancy. Her stomach had long been back to its normal flatness. Oddly, her breasts were still enlarged -- to about volley-ball size -- and they required milking several times a day, but the Doctor had assured her that they too would return to normal soon.
 

The colony authorities were ecstatic! Lynn's time in the enhanced birthing machine had at a stroke increased the colony's size by over four-hundred healthy children. And now that Lynn had "beta-tested" it, the other three remaining fertile woman were willing to undergo the process. One of them, in fact, was just down the hall, already swollen with three-hundred and eighteen children, in their "fourth" month.
 

After the two weeks of recovery, Doctor Merriam had asked if Lynn was willing to go through it all over again. Trying to keep a look of frantic eagerness off her face, she had told him that she'd be very willing -- more than they'd ever know -- and that "it's my duty to my planet" and pleasure!
 

The Doctor did suggest that they lower the number of fetus' to no more than three-hundred as she had been "very close to exploding with the four-hundred plus." It wasn't without a bit of disappointment (which she hid well) that she agreed. Still, as wonderful as it felt, four-hundred was just too many. One extra kick, and she would have burst!
 

Lynn was now back in what the hospital had named the ultra-pregnancy room, eagerly awaiting the report from the sensors that she was once again pregnant. Soon, the robodoc reported:

298 EGGS HAVE BEEN SUCCESSFULLY FERTILIZED AND IMPLANTED.
 

Lynn rested her hands on her belly, sighing with pleasure as she felt it begin to swell beneath them. Suddenly, the robodoc's metallic voice cut through her ecstasy.
 

WARNING! SENSORS SHOW FETUS' DIVIDING! MULTIPLE TWINNING IN PROGRESS DETECTING THE FORMATION OF 126 SETS OF TWINS, 87 SETS OF TRIPLETS, 53 SETS OF QUADRUPLETS, 22 SETS OF QUINTUPLETS, AND 10 SETS OF SEXTUPLETS. TOTAL NUMBER OF FETUS' NOW 894!
 

Lynn's eyes flew open in terror. "Eight-hundred and ninety-four! My god, that's over twice last time's! I'll...I'll...I really will explode!"
 

She barely acknowledged the small part of her that had listened to this news with eager anticipation.
 

Lynn struggled to get up, she had to call the doctors, have them cancel the pregnancy accelerators before it was too late. But a wave of pressure -- a wave of pleasure -- overcame her, forcing her back onto the couch. Her hands flew back to her belly to find it already nearly two feet across, and growing faster than it had ever done the last time. She groaned, then gasped as the first orgasm washed over her. With a soft *DOINT *, her belly button popped out.
 

That's not all that's going to pop, she thought, hysterically, before finally surrendering herself to the next orgasm -- but not the last...
 

...Not yet...
 

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