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The thing about me is that I always get what I want; I've been a determined girl since the moment I remember. I've pushed through law school, because I wanted to be a prosecutor, and I did it. I push through my daily work with the same determination, because if I put my mind to something, then it has to happen, no matter what. There's no such thing as an unfulfilled goal, not in my vocabulary.
And I'm gonna get exactly what I want this time as well. What I want, and also whom I want.
There's a female police officer whom I've laid eyes on from the moment we were introduced to each other during our first case together. She's an insanely smart detective and a good - hearted person, and she's the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen. We've been on the same wavelength professionally and on a personal level as well from the get go, and I've noticed she isn't quite neutral about me either.
I've noticed her checking out my luscious curves quite often, brown eyes having trouble staying on my face and wandering to my hefty cleavage instead. Her tongue poking out to lick her lips when my soft belly jiggles as I stand up from my chair, her expression turning hungry when I turn sideways at my desk so my wide hips won't knock something over. My colleagues have cheekily told me that she's been caught many times checking out my massive rear.
She's into chubby women, clearly. My odds are pretty good. And she's into something else, as well.
I found her account a fetish site, by complete accident. My heart immediately started pounding faster when I realized that the woman of my dreams and I share a kink; I love nothing more than having my already rotund body blown up until I'm on the brink of exploding, and it seems like she fantasizes about inflating people quite often. Well, if it isn't a match made in heaven! There is obvious attraction between us, and a mighty need to grab a pump and have fun - turning dreams into reality and fulfilling secret desires.
I call her up to my office after everyone else leaves the prosecutor's building. There is excitement tingling in her eyes, but she tries to stay professional - even though the way her eyes roam over my body that is wrapped up in a tight dress that accentuates my soft rolls gives her inner thoughts away. Not that I have more success hiding my own desire when she shows up in her uniform, with the sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular arms. Oh, she will need those muscles to work that pump…
“I'm so glad I'm not the only workaholic around here,” I chuckle softly at her. “I was hoping you're also working overtime.”
“Always,” she flashes me a grin. “I'm taking any opportunity to work with you, Miss Prosecutor. Which case would you like a report on?”
“Well,” I purr softly as I slowly approach her. Her eyes widen, taking my body in hungrily. She watches my plump belly with a hunger that increases my own.
“I might want something else, Officer. Something that I hope you also want.”
I close the gap between us, running my hands up her arms slowly. I'm giving her a chance to turn me down. She doesn't. She immediately grabs my hips and drags me even closer. Our lips meet. It's almost everything I've wanted.
I pull her hands onto my ass, encouraging her to squeeze, and oh, she does, desperately trying to gather all that plump flesh in her hands, kneading me with all the desperation of a starving woman.
“This is extremely unprofessional,” she breathes into my mouth, but doesn't take her hands off me. They travel up my waist and grab onto my love handles.
“But that's what makes it hot, doesn't it?” I whisper, pushing my body against her, squishing my chubby belly against her washboard abs through her shirt. She hums in agreement as her fingers knead at my soft flesh.
“Do you like my body, Officer?”
“I adore it. You're the sexiest woman I've ever laid eyes on. Your body is a work of art, it's… The softest, roundest, most lush thing that I… I've wanted you so bad for so long.”
“And what do you say, would you like to make this body even bigger?” I bat my eyelashes up at her, biting my lip. She blinks fast, mouth falling agape.
“What do you mean?”
I nod towards the pump in the corner. It took some logistics smuggling it into my office without anyone noticing. It's filled to the brim with gas, waiting to fill me, too.
“I've found your account,” I purr to her, running my manicured finger up the side of her neck, feeling her pulse quicken. “Your biggest dream is to "inflate a beautiful, chubby woman until she's massive and creaking.” That was your caption, wasn't it? Were you thinking about me when you wrote it?”
She honest to God moans at that. She squeezes me harder, eyes fixated on the pump. She's practically trembling with desire. I try to hide it to keep up the seductive, fat femme fatale facade, but so am I.
“Yes,” she admits with a groan. “But I… I don't know how to use that, I-I have just fantasized about it, and I… “
There's something extremely endearing about a six-foot tall cop stammering in embarrassment. I stand on the tips of my toes and kiss her again.
“It's okay, I'll instruct you. Like during the investigations. You just keep doing what the prosecutor tells you to do.”
She nods eagerly and lets me pull her to my desk. She watches me with awe as I climb onto my desk. I push the case files to the side and smile up at her. Keeping direct eye contact with her, I spread my legs and pull my panties down from under my dress, tossing them to the side. She swallows heavily.
“Roll the pump here,” I order her. She almost trips in her haste to obey me, quickly getting our toy. She holds the nozzle a little unsurely. I spread my legs further apart and pull my dress up just a little higher. Her eyes take in my plump thighs and my pink stretch marks, and a dreamy smile appears on her face.
I lift my hips higher and pull my asscheeks apart. Her breath audibly hitches.
“Put it in me,” I instruct her. When I see her worried look, I smile. “Don't worry, it won't hurt. I've stretched my hole already - I was hoping you would be up for the game. Just put the nozzle in, slowly.”
“O-okay,” she gently pushes it against my hole. Her tongue pokes out in concentration. She slowly eases it inside me, watching for my reactions. My plump asscheeks suck it in easily until it's nestled inside me deep enough.
“Now, just start pushing the handle like how you would inflate a car tire.”
“Will it hurt you?”
“Only a little bit. I've done this many times. And my belly has a good stretch, so don't worry about me, Officer.”
She smiles at me, then gently pushes down on the handle. I feel the first rush of air inside me. I let out a soft, happy sigh. Her eyes are on me all the while as she keeps slowly pushing the handle. My belly starts to bloat, tightening under my dress. It's not quite visible yet, I can just feel the gas slowly filling up my abdomen. My belly rumbles a bit as it starts getting used to the fullness.
I reach for my officer's free hand and place it over my belly so she can feel it too, the way the soft rolls slowly fill out and grow taut. Her eyes go dark with lust as she presses down gently. Her hand doesn't sink in as much as my belly slowly grows more buoyant, pushing back against her.
“That's it, just keep pumping me,” I tell her, pressing her hand harder against my tummy. “Make me as big as in your fantasies.”
She whines softly and pushes the handle a little harder, sending more gas into me. I gasp as my belly stretches to accept the gas, rounding under my dress.
“Oh yes, just like that.”
My belly swells gradually as she keeps pumping the gas into me - what has been a bump of soft, jiggly fat, is now slowly growing into a tight, airy balloon. I moan in pleasure as my already sizeable belly puffs larger, gas turning my abdomen into a beach ball.
My officer watches with awe. She experimentally pushes harder, sending so much gas into me at once that my breath hitches. My belly expands further, stretching my dress to its limits.
“Keep going. You wanna make me really big, don't you? Then, keep working that pump.”
“Yes, Miss Prosecutor,” she all but moans. Her face is flushed as she watches my stomach balloon.
I groan softly as my belly swells larger. It's creaking and growling like an overinflated balloon. The stitches on my dress are struggling. I have half a mind to pull the dress up to avoid the inevitable tear, but I wanna treat my officer to the sight of me bursting out of it. I have plenty of pretty dresses at home, I can let this one go for the sake of the full experience.
With a harsh sound, the stitches on my dress tear as my belly aggressively bursts through, pushing out and up. The officer's eyes widen in shock as my bulging belly comes into full display.
“Your dress, shit, I'm sorry…”
“It doesn't matter, keep pumping!” I order her. “You're doing such a good job, making me so huge and full… but I need you to make me massive, do you understand that?”
She nods frantically and pushes harder, her hand against my inflating belly trembling. I start massaging my heavy stomach, moaning at how taut it is. It aches so good as it keeps growing. I already feel ready to burst.
There's a tightness in my chest and in my lower body. I gasp upon realizing that some excess gas escaped into other areas of my body. The officer notices too, watching with fascination as my heavy tits fill up, swelling into two creaky balloons that quickly tear through the remains of my dress and my bra. My nipples inflate with a loud creak, turning pointy and rock hard.
“How did I do that?” she asks with awe. My body lifts up a bit as my ass expands like a buoyant pillow, along with my thighs. The soft fat all over my body blows up as gas fills me up, rolls and jiggly pockets of lard grow taut as I grow bigger and bigger.
“I don't know, but keep doing it!” I moan in ecstasy. I keep increasing in size, my already hefty body puffing up like an air mattress. My hands seem tiny compared to the massive, bloating dome of my torso as I rub it with a needy whine, needing to feel my mighty inflation from the inside and the outside as well.
“Bigger,” I whimper, “make me bigger!”
“You're already so huge,” she moans behind the swelling mountain of my belly. I can't see her anymore from the expanding flesh, my ballooning tits and stomach cover my view. My swelling asscheeks and thighs knock case files off as I'm slowly covering my whole desk with my body.
“Not huge enough,” I groan back, “keep pumping me up! Make me a fucking blimp!”
“I will, I will make you gigantic, I promise!” She replies hastily. Her pumps are faster and harder than before, my body can barely keep up. I creak and squeak like a bounce house. I look like I'm pregnant with a village worth of babies. I can feel the gas and the pleasure making me light - headed.
“Ooh, fuck, you're making me so big… so full… come on, keep it up, blow me up into a fucking parade balloon… “
She obeys my instructions beautifully, just like during the investigations. She's propelled by both a sense of duty and lust. I can barely feel her hands poking and squeezing at my bloated flesh, bouncing the huge balloons that my belly and thighs turned into. My asscheeks are so big, that the nozzle gets stuck between them, swallowed up by the massive orbs.
“You're the fattest, biggest balloon I've ever seen,” the officer moans as she continues pumping me. My skin creaks as my body slowly reaches its limits. My belly nearly reaches the ceiling of my office. I can feel my body expanding in every direction, swelling incredibly large - I might take up my whole office soon, if I don't pop before that.
“It's your handiwork,” my voice is muffled by my swollen tits and nipples that keep pushing up against my face. “No one has ever made me this huge… give me a few more pumps, darling… more gentle, okay? It will be difficult to explain the mess if you pop me.”
She follows my orders and pumps me very gently, just enough to push my bloated body to the edge. I stop her just when my belly creaks, or more like screams on the very brink of bursting. It was a close call - if she gave me just one more pump, I would have exploded into smithereens.
“Did I live up to your expectations?” she asks me as she rubs my gassy, growling belly. I sigh in bliss as she kneads her handiwork, feeling up the inflated fat, the overblown balloon that she has turned me into.
“You did even better than that,” I reply. I giggle as my humongous body squeaks as she massages me. “What about me? Is this how you imagined it?”
She comes into view at the side of my desk, leaning over to peer at my face since she cannot see me over my gargantuan belly. She kisses me on the lips softly, then cheekily twists one of my swollen nipples to make me gasp.
“You outgrew my expectations,” she laughs softly. “You're fucking huge. The fact that I did this to you, and that I could see your body swelling… fuck. I wanna do it again.”
“You pumped me up very well, Officer. Next time, I want you to handcuff me while you blow me up. And I want two pumps, one in my ass, one in my mouth.”
“Oh, God…”
“You won't deny prosecutorial instructions, will you?”
She grabs the side of my swollen belly and grins.
“No, I won't. I'll make you boat-sized, if that's what you want. Anything for you.”
“That's what I like to hear.”
I pull her down into a heated kiss while she continues squeezing and rubbing my overinflated body. I have no idea how we will remove the hose from my enormous ass, or how I will get rid of this insane amount of gas inside me - but that's a problem for later.
I got what I wanted, again: I wanted my sexy cop crush to inflate me to the size of half a room, and she did.
Next, I want her to make me even bigger, multiple pumps and handcuffs included - and you all already know I always get what I want.