A Little Hope-full (comm) (Patreon)

CW: Air inflation, semi-forced inflation, real big tum, vein tum, GL

“So… are you sure you want to do this?”

“Well, no, but… you seem to want me to, and you know I hate telling you no.”

Cindy giggled. “I do indeed know~. I have to say. though - getting to have control over you like this feels like it’s awakening something in me~.”

“Oh, stop that!” Hope laughed. She reclined back in the little nest of pillows she’d made on her bed, trying to find a comfortable spot to sit despite the hose she was sitting on. It trailed down out of her panties and out of her skirt, leading over to Hope’s bike pump. The bike pump that Cindy was already starting to fiddle with in eager anticipation.

Cindy was Hope’s best friend all the way from the start of university when they’d been assigned as roommates. Well… Hope said ‘all the way’, but that was only three years ago. It just felt like so much longer, like they’d known each other for decades. They did everything together, from studying, eating, watching movies, and even dating. The dating thing hadn't happened at all recently since none of the guys around campus seemed all that appealing anymore, but Hope did miss their double dates. It was such a good excuse to get out of the dorm and hit the town. Plus, when they weren’t on the town, they were getting up to nonsense like… this.

“Ready to start?” Cindy asked impatiently. She looked on point today, as usual. Frazzled brown hair had been tamed and tied back into a poofy ponytail, revealing the shoulders that her short purple tank top didn’t hide. She was in great shape thanks to her dedication to the gym (one of the few things that they didn’t share), giving her a toned middle and legs, and a cute, tight butt that often found its way onto Hope’s lap while they were watching movies together. Her face was slim, bright, and mischievous, with her usually planning something weird or strange. Today’s activity was another one of her out-there ideas that had taken root in Hope’s brain once Cindy had told it to her.

Hope hadn’t been lying when she said she wasn’t sure about this, but… what the heck? “I suppose. Go slowly though, I don’t want to - EEP!” She squeaked as, without hesitation, Cindy pushed down on the bike pump’s plunger, sending a massive rush of air straight through the tube and into Hope through her butt. Her hands immediately moved to her belly, which was already starting to look a little poofy. Just what had she agreed to…?

A few days ago, Cindy had mentioned that she’d found a few cool videos on a random subreddit and said she wanted to try them. Hope had been adamantly against it at first, but… she really did hate telling Cindy no. Now they were here, trying out ‘inflation’ with Hope being the one inflated. She personally thought Cindy would look a lot cuter with a fake-preg belly than she would, but Cindy had insisted Hope do it. She’d said that ‘softer women look better with round bellies’, which… had been kinda weird in hindsight. Also, in what context? Did she mean that softer women look better with round bellies than other women? Or did she mean that round-bellied soft women looked better than small-bellied soft women? Also-also - this really wasn’t the time to get caught up in mental semantics like this.

Cindy immediately went for the second pump. Hope pursed her lips and rubbed her belly as it visibly grew in front of her. Even if Cindy had indirectly called her a ‘softer woman’, Hope wasn’t big by any means. Sure, she considered the gym to be a vile place of pure evil, but she still did some walking and stuff to keep in shape. She just hated how other people stared at her whenever she worked out. Just because she had a bouncy chest and some cushy hips, she couldn’t work out in peace! Though to be truthful, while she was jealous of Cindy’s toned body, she didn’t mind being on the softer side. It just made her bouncy bits bouncier, her belly able to fit more sweets, and her thighs a better seat for Cindy.

Her softness was especially on display today. Since she was basically being forced to do this by her favorite person, might as well do it right, right? To show off her belly as much as possible, Hope had taken off her shirt to be in just her bra and her short black skirt. The pillow nest she had made let her recline back on her bed while still being able to watch the growth of her gut past her prominent chest. The small bit of roundness on her belly from chub was quickly giving way to a different, more firm type of roundness as she filled with air. She was already feeling full and tight from just two pumps. To be frank, it felt… weird. Uncomfortable and weird. If she already felt like this so early, Hope wasn’t sure how much more she could take…

“Aaaand another! You’re taking this really well so far!” Cindy said excitedly as she pulled out the plunger again to push more air inside of Hope. The blonde woman wriggled with discomfort as her insides rapidly filled with yet more air. She felt so tight! The only time her belly had ever felt this tight was that time last week when Hope had eaten both their burrito bowls to avoid wasting food after Cindy had insisted she couldn’t eat anymore. Oh, and also that time when Cindy’s leftover birthday cake couldn’t fit in the fridge and so she’d let Hope eat it all, that time she’d eaten one of Cindy’s ultra-spicy sandwiches and had guzzled a gallon of milk to feel better, and that time… uh… huh…

Maybe Cindy had been interested in making Hope rounder for a bit longer than just a few days ago…

Regardless, Cindy seemed to be enjoying herself plenty right now. She was pumping quickly, not giving Hope any time to rest or protest in between bursts of air. Her glittering gray eyes were locked on Hope’s middle, watching as it would swell out, stop moving briefly as Hope breathed out, then surge out even further as Hope breathed in. She glanced up at Hope’s face for just a moment with a wide smile. “You’re looking comfortably full~. Having fun? Does it feel good?”

“I-I’m not sure… it feels so… weird…!” Hope panted. The feeling inside of her hadn’t gone away as she’d grown; rather, she’d just started feeling weirder and weirder. She was starting to feel incredibly tight, and it was also starting to hurt a little bit. Her belly had ballooned up to the size of… well, a balloon. It sat proudly in her lap, smothering her hard-earned thighs and creeping ever outward towards her knees. Jeez, how tight would she feel if her belly managed to reach all the way to her knees? The pain somehow felt more bearable with that on her mind-

Hope started as she felt a sudden pressure on her tum. She gasped and glared at Cindy, who had pressed a hand into her belly. The brunette giggled and apologized insincerely. “Sorry, bestie! I just couldn’t resist! You just look so tight, but when I touch you, I can still press in so much! Just how much room do you have in there?”

“Less than you m-might think,” Hope responded, wincing as she felt a cramp start in the middle of her sentence. Her wince soon melted into relief, though, as Cindy’s formerly aggressive touch turned into a soothing belly rub. “Ooooh, that feels good… get a little lower, maybe? Yeah, right there! Uuugh, that’s so nice…”

“Sounds like someone’s enjoying herself~,” Hope teased while her hands still worked their magic. “Makes me wish that was letting you pump me up instead!”

Throughout all this, Cindy had continued pumping, albeit a little slower now that much of her focus had moved to soothing Hope’s distressed belly. Even the slower introduction of air was enough to keep Hope’s tum growing, gradually pushing it beyond balloon-sized as the inches added on. The pressure inside of Hope just kept building up, sometimes surging in strength until Hope could barely stand it before seemingly disappearing again. These surges were becoming more frequent though, until Hope was feeling tense and tight nearly all the time with only brief moments of respite.

“Hng… getting full…”

Hope’s belly had swollen just about to her knees at this point, even with it rounding out to the sides as well. She had never thought for a second that she could get this big! The idea of swelling even bigger was so strangely enticing that she was tempted to give in to it, but alongside that bigness was that ever-growing tension. The tightness of her skin, too. Her skin was starting to feel taut like someone was pulling it tight across the ball of air inside of her. That was probably close to the truth, actually; her skin really was getting pulled tight around her belly, but no one was doing it. It was just because…

“I-I think I’m running out of room…” Hope panted. Her hands were massaging the sides of her tum, trying to ease some of the persistent cramps that had popped up there. The rubbing helped, but no matter how well Hope massaged, the pain persisted. “I don’t think I c-can take too much more…”

“Aw, what do you mean?” Cindy asked. She gave Hope’s belly a pinch, managing to gather a small fold of skin despite how full she was. “You have so much room left! Come on, if we’re doing this, we should go all the way, right?”

“I-I don’t know…” Hope breathed. It was getting a little hard to breathe, she was so full. Was her belly fighting for space with her lungs? That… was kinda hot, actually. Wait, hot? Like… exciting? Was that really what she was feeling? No, that couldn’t be right… could it? Something like this? Even if it was with Cindy, she couldn’t be into this…

Could she?

Hope couldn’t stop herself from letting out the occasional soft moan as she kept letting Cindy blow her up with more and more air. Cramps and tension were running rampant throughout her entire middle. Her barely existent abs were repeatedly flexing and twitching, trying in vain to hold her belly together, but they were losing. Her tum was absolutely massive now, and if it were painted, it would fit in perfectly as a beach ball. It was even pushing her boobs up, lifting them up towards her face. She could barely focus on that, though.

The pressure was too much! Hope was going to lose her mind! She was quickly losing her composure, her face red and unsightly noises escaping from her mouth. She really couldn’t take anymore! “C-Cindy, I- I’m too full! I can’t take a-anymore!”

“You can, you totally can!” Cindy laughed. She was completely absorbed in Hope’s belly, desperately tending to it with one hand while the other kept the stream of incoming air constant. She inched closer to Hope’s face and took a moment to stop pumping and move a stray strand of blonde hair out of Hope’s face. “Come on, just a little more! I know you can get even bigger than this! You’re so close!”

The only thing Hope thought she was close to was bursting, which sounded… once again, hot. Damn it, why did that sound hot!? And with all these damn hormones going wild in her brain, she couldn’t stop herself from just nodding and biting her lip as Cindy began to pump again, this time more slowly and deliberately.

One pump… two pumps… three…! Hope was gasping for breath, her whole chest being dominated by her belly. Her tum felt like an overfilled tire, ready to pop from a single wrong move! She was beyond beach-ball sized now - she was closer to a freaking yoga ball! What little skin Cindy had grabbed before had been completely used up, leaving her taut as a drum and fit to explode. Did her belly look a little bit paler than usual? And were those veins she was seeing crisscrossing across the domed surface of her belly? Was her skin so ghastly tight that it was getting paper-thin?

“Guh- too full- can’t- EEP!”

Hope’s body spasmed as Cindy finished one final pump. Her skin groaned and her belly trembled. She could barely breathe at all, with every movement from her chest making her tum feel like it might split. All she could do was lay there, trembling, in pain, and unreasonably excited with no way to express that.

“You’re… so big…” Cindy murmured. She finally laid the bike pump aside (to Hope’s immense relief) and gingerly laid a hand on the top of Hope’s tum. Even that small touch made the poor blonde tremble. Her tum was so sensitive now! Cindy traced her fingers along one of the veins that ran along her gut, making Hope twitch and groan in a mix of pain and sheer excitement. Cindy continued, “You really are great at this. I was hoping you would be, but this is… wow…”

Cindy continued teasing Hope’s taut belly, her hands moving from the bottom of the bulbous sphere to the top, then gradually towards her chest. “You look like you ate a buffet out of business, Hope! I don’t think I could fit your whole belly in my arms if I tried. You’re so tight, too - like if I pushed in just a liiiittle bit, you would just… pop!”

Hope couldn’t hope to respond. It was taking every ounce of mental power just to stay sane from the overwhelming torrent of sensations flooding through her brain at the moment. The touching, the teasing, the pressure, the size - it was all just too much for Hope’s poor little brain to handle.

Finally, Cindy’s fingers reached the bottom of Hope’s bra. They brushed across her chest, which was heaving for breath, and came to rest on her chin. She tilted the glutted woman’s head up and Hope found that Cindy’s face was close… so very close… “I don’t think I can stop myself anymore… I’ve wanted to do this for so long…” Hope’s best friend said softly as her lips brushed against Hope’s, one hand holding her head and the other moving back down to her belly. Hope, of course, didn’t let Cindy’s lips brush past again, instead taking them. After all, while this wasn’t the exact way she’d imagined this happening…

She’d wanted this for a long time as well.

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Two fics in two days? Who IS she?

I promised a second fic soon and I (for once) delivered! This one is markedly shorter but makes up for it with some intense tum time~. Big thanks to >REDACTED< for commissioning me! It was a fun write~