Making Room (Patreon)

Miranda dashed into her apartment and locked the door behind her, biting her lip. She loved the tense feeling that came from doing that, the pressure on her lip, the slight hint of pain. It was a wonderful nibble of sensation for what was coming.

She’d planned for this for weeks, doing online searches and finding different people who’d done exactly this and what they suggested for the right props. She had ordered a large yoga ball, shipped deflated, along with an electric air pump with a long enough hose that she could have it at hand. While she’d never seen anyone talk about not being able to reach it to shut it off, she supposed there really wouldn’t be anyone to post about the hose not reaching. Anyway, she agreed that it made sense to always have it at hand and had ordered an air pump with an extra-long hose. Sure, it was the cheapest one, but really it only needed to work once.

The last week had been a hell and a half, updating the tracking information, frustration at winter delays, calling for explanations of why it showed it was delivered two days early and there was nothing on her porch, and general frustration with the mail system in her area.

Then came the text message. Despite saying that the package was two towns over in a sorting facility just this morning the text said ‘delivered’. She wanted to leave work right then, she couldn’t wait, didn’t want to wait, wanted to just pretend she’d had a burrito from ‘the kitchen,’ (what the vending machines had written over them, well known for their failing cooling systems) and go home sick.

She didn’t of course. She needed the work hours, she needed the money to pay for this adventure. She needed to draw out the fulfillment of her desires for just a few more hours to really get herself ready for this.

And now she was home.

And so was both the uninflated yoga ball and the air pump.

Shedding her clothing like the unwanted cotton it was, she was quickly nude and sitting in the center of the living room with a large, dildo shaped yoga ball all ready to be inflated. Carefully she inserted the hose into the end of the yoga ball before inserting it, slowly, wonderfully slowly, into her own pussy. While not as big as her largest dildo, it was large enough to be something that needed adjusting to.

And she wanted to adjust, and love every single moment of doing it. Inch after inch of wrinkled, tightly compressed rubber pushed into her wet, sensitive pussy, stretching her out bit by bit until only the hose showed anything was inside her at all. She breathed heavily for a few seconds, waiting for her body to finish adjusting to the intruder before starting what she thought of as stage 2.

And with a flick of her finger, the pump clicked on. Inside she could feel the yoga ball inflating, bit by bit. She could feel every creak of the rubber yoga ball inside her as it fought against her most intimate of muscles. She happily clenched down, while she straightened her back. Her head against the cheaply carpeted floor, feeling her fingers dig into the nylon threads as the yoga ball fought against her insides.

PSI pound by PSI pound, it might not have been proper grammar but it was accurate to what she felt. Her pussy was filling relentlessly, little orgasms thrilling their way through her body, winding her tighter and tighter rather than letting her relax, and she could feel her inner walls scraping against the rubber faux dildo inside of her, better than any cock, but lending it’s sensations to a fantasy of a lover whose cock was relentlessly growing within her. She rubbed her hands across that sacred space between pussy and waistline, feeling the area begin to bulge out of her as a few more small orgasms built and popped within her like soft bubbles.

Carefully she pushed against the bump, loving the feeling of resistance as the yoga ball within her grew bigger. She loved how her pussy’s inner walls stretched and that sensation of pain and pleasure coursing through her as she grew bigger, the dome of a belly spreading up to her belly button, pushing outwards relentlessly. She couldn’t wait, she wanted it faster, wanted the orgasms to come even bigger and quicker, she wanted to feel that elastic thinning that came from the yoga ball stretching her more. She reached out and with a flick of a single finger, a finger she quickly moved to her own clit, she moved the speed control to high.

The effect was immediate. The growing sensation of tightness in her flesh filled her whole belly, gasping as deep as she could as her diaphragm betrayed her by not spreading as far as it should thanks to the intruder inside her. She felt like at any moment her body could pop, but at the same time a warm contended fullness she didn’t want to give up for anything. It was a pleasant tingle spreading across her surface area, as skin was thinned and drawn out in ways she'd previously not known were possible, but as her mind and body realized what was happening was no more a risk to her well-being than standing and raising up one's arms after a nap on a couch she welcomed the idea of feeling like this over and over again. It was everything she imagined it would be and she had to have more.

She looked down and spread her free hand over her belly, quickly overwhelmed with the sensation and arching her belly up to the ceiling as her other hand worked her clit even faster. As the belly before her filled with yoga ball, she could feel the ball and her belly reaching their individual limits. Her back was arched so hard from orgasms that had been coming since she first started all this, her lower back not even close to touching the carpet she was grasping onto now with both hands. She looked around, rocking her head from side to side and saw the pump.

Somewhere in her orgasms she’d kicked the pump, and she saw the cheap carpet and force of the kick, the plastic switch had been broken off, leaving it stuck in the full speed inflation setting with no way to either slow it down or turn it off, and it was also out of reach. She reached up with both hands and felt how tense, how tight her belly was, and couldn’t help but smile. “Cheap stupid pump!”