Unlocked

Claire wasn't supposed to be doing this. Not with Dani home. But the craving had been building all day—gnawing at her focus, making her legs press together every time she thought about it. By the time the front door clicked behind them that evening, she was already planning it in her head. Timing every breath. Fantasizing about how far she could go.

She locked her door. Or thought she did.

Now she was on her bed, kneeling, the soft cotton of her oversized nighty hanging loose off her shoulders and pooling around her like a curtain—exactly how she liked it. 6 sizes too big. Something she could grow into. It made her feel decadent. Hungry.

She grabbed the bulb pump and slipped the tubing where it needed to go. The moment it connected, her body responded. Goosebumps. A little tremble. She pressed the bulb and started counting.

Ten pumps. Her belly gave a little rise. Just a soft push outward, like a slow inhale that never ended.

Fifty pumps. She bit her lip. Her belly firmed under the nighty, pushing it forward, outward. Her skin stretched tight, a slight sheen catching in the low lamp light. Her hands hovered over it, then pressed—just a little. It was already warm. Already taut.

A hundred. It was getting real. The curve of her stomach was impossible to miss now—round, prominent, rubbing against the fabric. She shifted, and the feeling of it made her gasp. She was filling fast.

Two hundred. Her knees disappeared beneath her. Her belly swelled down over them, smooth and full. The nighty lifted higher with every pump, caught around the upper curve now, the lower swell completely exposed. It jiggled slightly when she moved. She loved that. The size, the sheer expanse of it.

Three hundred. Her breathing got heavier. She could feel the pressure—not painful, but *tight.* So full. It throbbed with every heartbeat. Her hands ran over the curve, feeling the stretch, the heat, the tension under her skin. She couldn’t stop. She didn’t *want* to stop.

Four hundred. Her belly spread out on the bed in front of her like a great balloon, glistening and taut. It sloped outward and down, anchoring her. The pump felt small in her hand now. She was shaking. She could barely focus. Her skin tingled, stretched to its limit, nerves alive with sensation.

Five hundred. Her eyes fluttered shut. The oversized nightie had ridden up. Just the very bottom hem clung to the underside of her belly—barely. She rubbed herself slowly against the sheets, her body tingling all over. The pleasure was overwhelming. Not just from the friction or fullness—but from the *massiveness* of her belly. The transformation. The indulgence.

She moaned softly, pressing her hips against the mattress. *This* was the part she lived for. When she couldn’t see her knees. When her body felt like it didn’t belong to her anymore. Just this huge, overstretched globe—hot, heavy, and *perfect.*

Then—

“What the hell are you doing?”

Claire’s eyes snapped open.

Dani stood frozen in the doorway, a takeout box in one hand, her mouth half-open.

Claire gasped, scrambling to cover herself—pointless, really. Her belly *was* the room now. There was nowhere to hide it.

“I—Dani! I thought I locked—” She stopped herself. Her face flushed red.

Dani didn’t answer. She was staring. Eyes wide, lips parted slightly, taking it in. The impossible size. The stretched, taut skin. The glint of sweat. Claire’s body, transformed and helpless.

“I… heard something,” Dani said finally, voice barely above a whisper. “Like a... bike pump? I didn’t know if I should come in, but…”

She trailed off, swallowing.

Claire stayed quiet. The silence between them was thick with tension.

Dani blinked. “It didn’t look like you were in pain.”

Claire arched a brow. “I wasn’t.”

“…You looked kind of amazing.”

Claire exhaled through her nose, smiling slightly despite herself.

Dani took a step in. Then another. “I mean... how does it *feel*? Like that?”

Claire tilted her head. “Full. Stretched. Intense. Addictive.”

Dani reached the edge of the bed, eyes on the belly that had dwarfed her roommate's body. “…Do you think I could handle it?”

Claire’s grin deepened. “Only one way to find out.”