Losing a New Job (Commission) (Patreon)

“Taylor, I got a new job - and this time, I am absolutely, positively NOT going to fuck it up!”

The excited woman bounced around her sister’s kitchen, her body wobbling around in her typical black yoga leggings and too-small stretchy t-shirt almost as much as the gelatin Taylor was pulling out of the fridge. To say that Milly was busty was an understatement; homegirl was stacked. Taylor would have felt jealous if she didn’t already get back pains from the puppies on her own chest. She didn’t even want to think about if she was another two cup sizes up. Besides, she had her sis beat in hip size. One of the perks of being a mom whose baby fat all went almost entirely to the right places.

“Good for you, Milly,” Taylor commented as she put the gelatin on her counter and helped herself to a spoonful. It was leftovers from last night but still tasted great. She swallowed before continuing, “What’s the job?”

“I’m a saleswoman for InflaCorp now! I’m gonna be selling fresh and innovative products to people all over town!”

Fresh and innovative products? All over town? Taylor sighed and rolled her eyes. She knew where this was going… “Did you get roped into being a door-to-door saleswoman by a shady company again? Didn’t you learn your lesson from those Byson vacuums that were either too weak to suck up sand or so strong that they would rip up floorboards?”

Milly scowled. “It’s not like that this time, I SWEAR! This company is really trying to do some good! Also, I get fifty percent of any sale that I make. Fifty percent! Byson was only giving me twenty.”

Another heavy sigh breached Taylor’s lips. Her sister was always like this. She never learned from her mistakes unless they were huge mistakes, and since she’d been lucky enough to have a sister like Taylor who would bail her out of the more extreme problems, she never seemed to learn anything. “Mills, I’m going to be honest with you; even if this is a good company - and I’m just saying now that it’s definitely not - you’re not cut out for sales. Customers are going to chew you up and spit you out.”

“Hmph. Says you,” Milly hissed. “What would you know, anyway? You’ve got your cozy house and stable husband and cushy husband income. How would you know anything about sales?”

“Taylor, I worked at Ikea from when I was sixteen until I was twenty-four. You’ve never held a job - let alone a sales job - for longer than three months.”

Milly, naturally, didn’t absorb a single word Taylor said. “Psh! That was because all my other jobs were run by awful, sexist bastards! This time is different. I can FEEL it!”

Oh God above, she was even worse than usual. Milly, you poor delusional idiot. “Milly, can you just listen to your learned and caring older sister for once in your life?”

“Uh, I did? You said to get a secretary job. I did that, it sucked, I quit. Need I say more?”

“You got fired for gossiping about your boss in front of his office while eating an entire box of donuts he had ordered for a board meeting.”

“No, I quit before I got fired since the man was a prude who couldn’t take a joke.”

Taylor gave up. “You know what? Fine, sure. Whatever. So what exactly is this ‘good-for-the-world’ company selling, might I ask?”

A bright gleam hit Milly’s eyes. “Why, I was just waiting for you to ask, sis! I just so happen to have a sample product in my car at this very moment that I brought JUST so that you could be one of the first to-”

“Oh, you are NOT using me to practice your pitch right now,” Taylor steamed.

Milly groaned in exasperation. “Come ON, Taylor! Yeah, I’m practicing my pitch, but also, it’s a good product! I’m SURE you’ll love it!”

Taylor opened her mouth to tell her easily-deceived dumbass of a sister to get out of her house and not come back until she’d quit this latest job, but instead, she got an idea. She cracked a small grin and responded, “You know what? Sure. Bring the product in. Give me the pitch.”

Milly stopped and stared at Taylor. “Wha- really? Like, really-really?”

“What are you waiting for? Give me the full experience, Mills.”

“Oh, uh- yeah, sure! Totally! Be right back!”

The top-heavy woman skipped excitedly from the kitchen while Taylor leaned smugly on her counter and helped herself to some more gelatin. If her ignorant little sister was failing to learn thanks to Taylor’s mercy, then maybe it was time to personally give her that lesson by letting her precious little sister suffer at the hands of her own shady product. It would be for her own good, after all~.

Within a minute, Milly was back and carrying a weird little machine attached to a hose. She was slightly out of breath but still grinned eagerly at Taylor. “This, sister dearest, is the Colon Cleanser 2000 (trademark)!”

A generic-looking machine with a medical-sounding name and an ‘x-thousand’ in said name? Perfect~. “Well, don’t keep me in suspense. What does it do?”

Milly launched into a full, five-minute-long spiel that Taylor flat-out ignored. All she retained was that it was a high-pressure enema machine or something that regulated high water pressure to make it body-safe or… whatever. After Milly was done with her memorized speech, Taylor feigned interest and asked, “Oh, wow! Is it safe to use?”

“Perfectly safe!” Milly assured her with a smug smile. “It’s tested and approved by our overseas investors!”

Overseas - what fun! “Since it’s safe, I assume you’ve tested it yourself then? How well does it work? How does it feel?”

Finally, Milly faltered. “Oh, uh… my apartment doesn’t have the right kind of faucet for the Colon Cleanser 2000, so I haven’t tested it myself. However, if given the opportunity to, I would ABSOLUTELY-”

“What kind of faucet does it need?” Taylor interjected.

Milly froze. She pursed her lips, then answered, “A faucet capable of putting out a minimum of four gallons a minute.”

“Oh is that all? My hubby checked last month and our outdoor faucets do exactly that!” Taylor put her spoon in the sink and returned her gelatin to the fridge. “Here, let’s go outside and you can test that… fun little product of yours right now. You’ll get to answer customers honestly in the future, and if it ends up being good, I’ll even buy one from you today.”

“Uh… Yeah, alright?” Milly said, confused. She picked up her little machine thing again and followed Taylor out her back door.

Right off the back patio was a water spigot with a hose attached. Taylor quickly undid the hose and stepped back, gesturing at it. “It’s all yours, Mills. Show me what that thing can do.”

Milly still seemed a little taken aback by this sudden turn of events, but she set about attaching the pump thing to the spigot anyways. The thing was battery-powered apparently, so no outlet needed. However, Milly still needed something. She held the end of the pump’s hose in her hands and just looked at it. “I, uh… I guess I’ll just… uh…”

“Oh, wait- don’t try and put that thing in dry. Something that big will hurt. Hold on just one second.” Taylor left her bewildered sister in the backyard for a second before returning with a sizable bottle of lube. “Here- use this.”

Milly stared down at the lube in her hand. The bottle was half-empty. “Why do you have this much lube?”

Taylor rolled her eyes. “I’m married, not dead. Married people have sex and use vibrators.”

“Well, yeah, sure, but why do YOU have-”

“Milly, if you don’t start putting that thing up your ass, I’m going to shove it down your throat.”

“Yes’m!” Milly stated as she pulled her leggings and underwear down over her butt and lubed up the nozzle at the end of the pump’s hose. She wasted no time sliding it up there, then pulled her leggings back up. She knelt and looked over the shady-looking pump. “Ok, so I just set the power level… and… turn the dial-”

At that point, the pump whirred to life. A few seconds passed with the pump making a racket, then Taylor watched the hose attached to Milly’s butt rapidly go rigid. Taylor could hear the difference in pressure in the hose compared to when she normally used it for watering her little garden. The violently flowing water quickly reached Milly. The stacked woman jumped in place and yelped, “AH! COLD COLD COLD - OOOOOOOOOH, THAT’S SO MUCH!”

Taylor smirked as she watched Milly flop onto her back from the sudden shock while groaning and holding her gut. Neither article of clothing did much to disguise any changes that had happened to Milly’s body over the years and it did even less to hide anything that was changing right now. Namely, the fact that Milly’s stomach was swelling at a dizzying speed.

The busty woman arched her back and panted as her shirt rapidly slid up her inflating gut. “Ooooh, FUCK - I-It’s too much! I- I can’t take this much!”

“Aw, what’s wrong, Mills? I thought you liked it in the ass~,” Taylor teased crudely while she strolled up to get a closer look. She squatted down next to Milly and marveled at how she could see her waistline expanding in real time. Heck, she could even see her belly vibrating from how quickly she was being pumped full of water.

Milly opened her mouth to retort, but instead just squeaked and gripped her belly even tighter. Her shirt had already abandoned the fight to cover her navel and was racing to her bust while her leggings were managing to hang in there on her lower belly- nope, never mind, they just shot straight down. “T-T-Taylor, please turn i-i-it off! I c-can’t reach-”

“Hm?” Taylor mused as she glanced over. Oh hey, look at that. The pump dial was just out of reach from Milly’s grubby little fingers after she’d flopped over. Imagine that. “Oh yeah, sure, let me just…”

As slowly as humanly possible, Taylor stood up and meandered around her ever-expanding sister to the pump. She squatted back down and disinterestedly examined the shady pump. “Now then, I wonder… how do I turn this off…?”

“TH-THE DIAL! TURN THE DIAL- HOOOOOO-” Milly’s yelled instructions were cut off by a seemingly painful rumble that Taylor could hear plain as day despite being a good foot or two away. Milly’s gut was now easily past her breasts, which was a monumental feat in its own right, and was stretched visibly taut. Yet even as Taylor mucked around and took her sweet time, that taut gut continued to inflate. Milly gripped the sides of her belly and whimpered plainly, a tear starting to trickle down the side of her face. “T-Taylor, please-!”

Alright, alright, enough was enough. Taylor wanted to teach her sister a lesson, not pop her. She turned the dial all the way off (she accidentally tried to turn it the wrong way first, but luckily for Milly, the thing was already on full power). Then she stood back up and stepped back over to Milly’s side. The poor woman was panting and whimpering on the ground, seemingly unable to move. Her belly was visibly trembling but didn’t seem to be moving in reaction to the heavy heaving of her chest.

Taylor barely had to bend down at all to rest a hand on the peak of her sister’s gravid gut. She did so and smirked. “My, my, Milly - you look a little overripe. This kind of reminds me of the times you would hang around and tease me while I was pregnant with Jackson…”

Milly opened her mouth to respond, but a pained *uuuuurp* came out instead. Her overfilled intestines must be pushing out all the air in her belly. Fun~. Taylor pressed down on the area around Milly’s belly button and chuckled as the distressed woman gasped and moaned. Taylor continued, “So, what’s the verdict, sis? How would you rate the Colon Cleanser 2000?”

Again, Milly didn’t respond. She just whimpered and let out another long belch. Taylor would take that as a lesson well learned, then. She hopefully shouldn’t be hearing anything from Milly about this twisted company again.

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“Taylor, I’ve got my company’s newest product, and I’m POSITIVE that you’ll enjoy this one! I even tested it myself this time!”

Crap. Milly was still brainwashed. Apparently being pushed to the brink of bursting last week hadn’t been a harsh enough lesson for her. “Milly, I told you, I don’t want to hear about any more of this awful company’s BS! You need to quit!”

“And I told YOU: I totally believe in InflaCorp’s products and message! They just want to help people using natural methods and techniques that Western media doesn’t want you to listen to!”

Oh Jesus CHRIST, this woman. “What part of a backyard pump that turns you into a human beachball is supposed to be natural or helpful?”

“It deep-cleanses your intestines of toxins! I just wasn’t ready last time!” While Taylor considered finally disowning her sister, Milly gave a confident smile and continued, “You’re definitely gonna change your mind after today, though! You’re still having those intestinal problems you got during your pregnancy, right?”

“Yes, but I don’t like where this is going if THAT’S your lead-up.”

Milly cleared her throat and said in a rehearsed fashion, “Well, for those with IBS, lactose intolerance, or any other general issue with their bowel move-”

“Cut the dime-a-dozen spiel and just show me the product so that I can say no, please.”

The busty woman’s brow furrowed, but she relented. “Fine. For those with irritable bowels, yadda yadda yadda, it’s the Internal Stress Reliever. Yay.”

From the bag Milly had brought in with her (Which had been a red flag Taylor should have heeded, in hindsight), she pulled out… another stupid freaking pump. It looked a little different in places, but all Taylor could tell was that it was another dumb pump that Milly now wanted to plug into Taylor. “Milly… what the hell?”

“Ok, I know it doesn’t look like much, but I told you- I tested this one myself!” Milly set the pump thing on the counter and grinned. “It TOTALLY works!... At least, I’m pretty sure it does. I don’t have problems in the bathroom, so I don’t totally know, but-”

Taylor cut her sister off with a heavy sigh and a raised hand. “Look: I’m not using that. I’m not. I’m just not, and I’m not going to change my mind.”

“But Taylorrrr-” Milly whined, bringing her spoiled younger sister energy out in full force despite being a grown-ass twenty-eight-year-old woman. “I think this could help you! Also, I couldn’t return or sell the Colon Cleanser 2000 since you made me use it, so you kinda owe me and should totally buy this.”

Taylor wanted to tell Milly to take her unwanted ‘help’ and shove it up her ass with all that water from last week but stopped herself. Well… shoot, it was true that she’d made Milly use that disastrous pump last week to try and teach her a lesson. Plus, the bratty woman’s stance was apparently trying to help Taylor. Was it a good idea? Heck no. But it was selfless on Milly’s part… sort of.

Holy crap, Taylor couldn’t believe she was even CONSIDERING this. “...Freaking… Fine. How does it work?” Before Milly could go off on another pre-memorized speech, Taylor continued, “Summarize how it works. I don’t need to know how revolutionary it is or whatever.”

“Hmph. Buzzkill,” Milly pouted. “It fills up your large intestine with water, then it runs bubbles through to ‘massage’ your intestines. That's how it purges some surface-level toxins and works to relax your insides.”

Mm-hm. Right. In other words, total bullshit. “And if I use this and hate it, will you finally leave this insane company?”

“Sure, but you won’t. I promise that you’ll love it!”

Taylor had to wrestle with herself for a few minutes. Potentially dangerous machine… Her sister’s well-being… Shadily branded pump thing… Getting to say ‘I told you so’ to her bratty sister… Her physical safety… Spiting her sister…

UUUUUUUUUUGH.

“Fine. Let me go get my lube. Do we need to be outside again?”

Milly pumped her arm excitedly. “You won’t regret this! And nope! The Internal Stress Reliever is totally gonna revolutionize your intestinal self-care!”

Despite Taylor’s persistent unease, it wasn’t long before she was sitting at her kitchen table with a tube up her ass and the mystery pump on the table connected to the sink. She leaned on the table and sighed wearily. “Get it started already. I want to get this over with.”

Milly was all smiles as she turned on the sink faucet. Then she bounced over and pressed a button on the pump thing before sitting down opposite Taylor. The tense mom stiffened as she felt the tube in her ass vibrate from the pump. Then…

Taylor bit her lip as warm water started spilling into her body. She’d done an enema before to try and help with her intestinal issues, but they’d never done much other than give her cramps and make a mess of the bathroom. Now she was doing an enema in her kitchen with her sister watching.

The things we do to steer our loved ones in the right direction…

The enema process was slow going, especially compared to the ultra-pressure inflation of Milly’s stomach that the last pump had done. It was going so slowly that Taylor honestly might have preferred the Milly experience. As the pressure in her gut grew and her belly started to tighten, she just got more and more uncomfortable. She winced and shifted in her seat, gently rubbing the plush curve of her lower belly. She had a mom bod, so her middle was far from slim, but she wasn’t fat by any means. The chub she did have was doing a good job of hiding the water building up inside her… so far, at least.

After a few minutes of this, right when Taylor was starting to get some painful cramps, the pump whirred and clicked. Taylor glanced at it. The dumb thing had a little dial with a needle on it, which she now noticed had ‘PSI’ written on it. There were no numbers on the dial, oddly enough, but the needle had risen to about halfway to a notch, where it was now hovering. The pump was still humming as well, but the humming sounded… different. What had Milly said this thing did again? Start with water, then-

“OOOH!” Taylor gasped as her stomach suddenly started to violently rumble. She clutched her stomach as it churned and gurgled, sending waves of cramps rushing through her gut. She could HEAR her stomach bubbling - and it was NOT a quiet bubbling either. She was still getting tighter and tighter with each passing second. The pained mom glared at her sister. “Milly, this hurts! What the hell is this!?”

Milly, however, was showing no remorse. She just held up her hands and motioned for Taylor to calm herself. “I know, I know! It hurts at first, but give it a minute! The cramps will pass and you’ll start to feel great!”

“I-I don’t know about- AH!” Taylor grit her teeth as a particularly painful spasm passed through her stomach. The gurgling in her gut was getting louder as more and more air was forcing its way through her already stuffed intestines. She sounded like a damn jacuzzi, for Christ’s sake! “I-I-I’m turning it off!”

Despite Milly’s protesting, Taylor reached over to turn off the pump. This one just had an on-off switch, leaving no room for mistakes. She sighed after she pressed it… then yelped as a sharp pain stabbed her flank. She massaged her side and glanced at the machine. It was still vibrating. She couldn’t hear the damn pump over the sound of her guts, but it was still going! She shot daggers at Milly. “Did you test if your stupid, precious pump turns OFF!?”

The younger sister was staring blankly at her pump. “Uh, yeah? I had to turn it off after I used it. Are you sure you flicked the switch all the way?”

Taylor irately flicked the switch about twenty more times. The broken piece of trash never stopped vibrating and several fresh cramps ran through her distended belly. “YES. I’M SURE.”

“Just unplug it then,” Milly shrugged. “It would be fine if you just stopped freaking out, though. The Internal Stress Reliever is set to turn off automatically once a certain PSI is reached inside of-”

“A-AAH!” Taylor hissed in the middle of Milly’s jerkiness. She leaned back in her chair and gasped for breath while hastily massaging her aching gut. Her formerly soft flab was quickly giving way to a round, tight orb that physically rumbled underneath her fingers. She could feel the air working its way deeper inside her through all that water. The cramps were only getting worse, too! It was too much! Taylor reached for the pump to unplug it, and-

“Milly, you dumbass! There IS no plug!”

Milly blinked. “Oh. Right. This one’s also battery-powered for portable convenience.”

Another loud groan filled the room. Taylor panted and pulled her blouse up, removing as much pressure from her inflating gut as possible. Surprise: it didn’t help. “T-Turn it off somehow!”

“You could just pull the hose out of your-”

“I c-can’t do that! Are you INSANE!?” Taylor yelled, “A-All this air inside me is going to push out all the water! I-It’ll get EVERYWHERE!”

“Alright, alright, jeez. Point made.” Milly stood up and walked around the table, examining Taylor. Then she got a wicked grin. “Hey, sis…”

Uh-oh. “Milly, I swear to GOD, don’t you freaking-”

Too late. Milly’s hands slapped down on either side of Taylor’s tense gut and started to harshly rub the distended orb. Taylor shrieked, then groaned miserably as her gut started to churn even more aggressively. The younger brunette cackled as she kept disturbing Taylor’s guts. “Listen to you moan, sis! If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you were getting turned on by this! Ha!”

“Y-You little bitch, I’m g-gonna f-fucking end y-y- OOOOH!” Taylor couldn’t form a coherent sentence as her voice began to get drowned out by the airy torrent of bubbles audibly flowing through her. Her upper belly was feeling miserably tight now and even seemed to be swelling out past her lower belly. She was starting to feel sick. She let out a small, wet belch and half-closed her eyes. This was what she got for trying to help her stupid, self-serving sister…

An extra-painful cramp pinched Taylor's upper belly, right around where she was feeling the tightest. A massive wave of nausea overtook her senses and a fresh chorus of violent gurgling filled her body. S-Something was coming- up- *HRK-*

A painful belch ricocheted up Taylor’s esophagus until it punched through her lips in a sudden burst. Her stomach compressed uncomfortably to keep the vulgar noise going, unbroken, for what felt like a full minute. It never got weaker over the whole time, either. It just kept rumbling out of her mouth at full volume until finally, it faded enough for Taylor to clench her jaw shut.

Taylor whimpered and panted. Her stomach rumbled painfully again, angry at her for interrupting, and then it forced her to let out another agitated belch. This one was only half the length and volume of the first, but even after letting it out, Milly still felt the need to burp rising again inside of her. What the hell was going on!?

“Holy shit, where did that all come from? I know you can get pretty gassy and bloated sometimes, but you seemed fine today…” Milly wondered aloud. Then her eyes widened. “Oh fuck, is that- is the air going straight through you now? Is that even possible?”

She didn’t give a shit if it was possible - she wanted to be DONE with this bullshit Right. Fucking. NOW. “H-Help me to- to the- *HuuuUURP* b-b-bathroom- n-now!”

Milly flinched from the venom in Taylor’s voice. She seemed to finally understand that playtime was over. “R-Right!” She tore the hose out of the pump itself (which, in hindsight, was what Talyor should have done) and Taylor listened in shock to how forcefully the air was coming out of that damn pump. Why did it need to be so STRONG? “Ok, stand on three, ok? One, two, THREE-”

A single, solid belch that felt like it should’ve made Taylor’s china rattle accompanied the monumental effort of the inflated mom standing up. Ooooh, fuck, her poor belly…

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Taylor couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She just… what the fuck?

“... Uh, Taylor? Are you going to answer me?”

The older sister stared despondently up at her idiot sibling. “What are you expecting me to say, Millicent? How are you HONESTLY expecting me to respond right now?”

“Well, a yes or no would be nice, for starters.”

Taylor just… she couldn’t. She just couldn’t. She dropped her head and shook it while staring at what Milly had brought in. It was another pump. From that same damn cursed company. Oh, but there was also a helium tank this time. Why? Who fucking cares.

“You promised, Milly,” Taylor said bluntly as she looked back up at her clueless sister. “If I didn’t enjoy the last one, then it was over. You’d quit. So then WHY are you asking me to try ANOTHER of these damn, stupid, life-threatening ‘products’!?:”

Milly let out a ‘psh’ and rolled her eyes. “Oh, please - I know you got at least a little pleasure out of that whole experience, so it’s fine! And I PROMISE - you will really love this one!”

“You sound like a broken record,” Taylor sighed. She eyed the pump angrily. “And why is it always some stupid pump with these people? It’s fucking creepy, Milly. It’s CREEPY.”

“No, it’s not!” Milly insisted. She opened her mouth as if to start a product spiel again, but one death glare from Taylor made her clam up. She cleared her throat, then said instead, “Listen, ok? The first one was an early product, so it was lacking in safety features. The second one was… uh, slightly broken since I had spilled a mocha latte on it after I was done testing it.”

“You did WHAT-”

“BUT THIS ONE IS FINE!” Milly continued, raising her voice above Taylor’s angry voice. “It’s completely and TOTALLY safe! I tested it three times and made sure to keep it safe! It’s also got several built-in safety features, one of which is that it’s entirely analog so that a damaged circuit can’t be an issue!”

“It doesn't matter how safe it is!” Taylor griped. “The point is that I’m DONE with this, and you should be too!”

“No, no, see - I want to get you on board!” Milly continued to persist despite Taylor's obvious fury. “Ok, fine - I’ll even test it right now! See, I brought my own lube and everything! Once you see how much it works for me, you’ll be seeing hearts, I KNOW you will!”

Taylor tried to protest, but Milly was already yanking down her leggings and pushing the latest pump’s hose up her ass. She grit her teeth. This woman didn’t learn. She just DIDN’T!

Finally, Taylor just let out a depressed breath of air. She felt… deflated. She stared over at Milly, who was pulling a scale of all things out of her bag. “Fine. You win. What does it do?”

Milly brightened up immediately. She spoke as she put the scale on the ground and stepped onto it, saying, “It’s called the Fat-to-Float! You just attach a tank of helium to the pump, hook yourself up, and you’re good to go! This product is GUARANTEED to help you both feel lighter and trick the scale!”

“It’s just something to pump helium up your ass. A hose could do the same thing.”

“Normally, yes - but as I said before, the Fat-to-Float has several pressure regulators to prevent accidental bodily harm! It also comes with several different types of hoses for consumer satisfaction, including one with an inflatable and detachable plug to help keep everything in, an extra-long one to get the helium in deep, and a multi-ended tube so that partners can both help themselves to the Fat-to-Float at once!”

Taylor just stared at Milly for a second while the bustier woman kept getting ready. Then she said flatly, “Sex toys. You’re selling sex toys, Millicent. Not health products. They’re sex toys branded as health products.”

As expected, Milly just brushed Taylor’s words off without a second thought, saying, “You’ve got the wrong idea! Sure, people might be able to have some fun with these, but that goes for a ton of things! Cucumbers, for example. I know for a FACT that you’ve used one of those for something other than eating-”

“Shut up or I’m sending a picture of you bloated to hell to all your exes.”

Milly froze stock-still. “Wha- What picture would that be!? And how do you have my exes’ numbers!?”

“First question: from the first shitty pump you tried to pawn off on me. Second question: social media.” Taylor’s eyes glittered dangerously. “So, Milly… what was that about a cucumber?”

A bead of sweat ran down Milly’s neck. “C-Cucumber? What even is that? H-Haha…” The stacked woman gulped nervously, then went back to her bullshit. “So, uh… back on topic then! In addition to a visible lowering of the numbers on a scale, there are a great deal of health benefits! Said benefits are way too numerous to list, but I’ll do my best to-”

Taylor just put her head down into her hands. This was exhausting. How was she brainwashed so much worse than usual this time? She just didn’t understand. If things kept on like this, her sister was going to get in big enough trouble that Taylor wouldn’t be able to bail her out for once. Just how could she get through this overgrown child’s thick skull?

Taylor blinked. Right. Just treat her like a child that won’t do anything right without adult supervision. When they were kids, whenever Taylor wanted Milly to do something, she would just beat her in a random game and then make her do it under big sis’ watchful eye. If Milly hadn’t changed a bit since she was a little(r) brat, then Taylor would need to do the same now. For this to work though, Taylor needed an actual physical challenge to beat Milly at. Something related to this damn stupid pump business would be best, but what…

“...Ok, Milly. One last challenge,” Taylor said aloud, cutting off Milly’s endless spiel. Taylor looked up at Milly and scowled. “I win, you’re sending a letter of resignation today. From my computer. While I watch. Got it?”

Milly’s eyes widened. “Wh-What? Why- no! No, I really believe in InflaCorp! I’m not gonna quit just because-”

“-And if you win-” Taylor continued, ignoring Milly’s protests, “-then I’ll pay for all three pumps so far. I’ll even promise to buy five more products in the future.” Taylor raised an eyebrow. “Deal?”

Milly froze. Taylor could almost see the steam billowing from Milly’s ears as her peanut of a brain tried to decide between her brainwashing and how many toys she could buy if she sold that many products. Taylor already knew what Milly would decide, of course. She knew her sister, after all.

“Ok, fine! You’re ON!” Milly declared after a full minute of mental gear grinding. “What’s the challenge, huh? And don’t just say ‘if I don’t like this’, cause then you could just say that and then you’d win!”

Taylor rolled her eyes. “Obviously. Did you bring all the attachments to this stupid helium pump?”

“Yeah, of course,” Milly responded. “Why?”

“Get out the couple’s thing.” Taylor’s eyes flashed dangerously. “We’re going to hook up at the same time to the same pump. Last one still taking in helium wins.” Finally, the clincher. “Hell, I’ll even give you an extra five minutes total time if the damn thing actually works as intended. Deal?”

Taylor reached out her hand. Milly hesitated, clearly knowing that Taylor was up to something, but that final offer had cinched it for her. After all, Milly was simple. She believed her own bullshit about this pump. The thick woman (in both body and mind) took Taylor’s hand with a cocky smile and shook. “You better have that money ready!”

“Yes, I sure will, Mills. I sure will. Now get the pump ready, will you? I want to get this over with.”

After a few minutes, Taylor and Milly were both standing in Taylor’s backyard around a glorified helium tank with tubes up their asses. The ‘couple’s attachment’ was just a second tube and a splitter that attached directly to the pump. Considering her experiences with the last two pumps, Taylor was positive that this damn thing probably didn’t have a single safety feature, but it was fine. She just had to beat out her sister. In that regard, she was more than confident.

“Ready?” Milly asked, confidence still plain to see on her face.

“Just do it,” Taylor sighed. She so wasn’t looking forward to this.

“Then here we go!” Milly flicked a switch on the top of the pump. An immediate hiss was shortly followed by Taylor wincing and clutching her lower belly. Gas was already rushing in, making her intestines rumble angrily. God, this was such a fast flow- even faster than that broken pump last time.

Still, despite being faster, it was much more bearable. Taylor took a few deep breaths while rubbing her trembling belly until it calmed down. She finally let out a small grin. This was just gas in the end. Taylor had been pregnant for forty-two weeks, barely going into labor before her scheduled c-section, and her son had been twelve pounds at birth. To say she’d gotten huge was an understatement. Add that on to ten-plus years of intestinal and gas problems since, and… well, to say nothing else, Taylor was sure she was more used to being massive, bloated, and gassy than her sister was.

As if on cue, Milly let out an uncomfortable groan. Taylor’s younger sibling was wearing a tight red T-shirt with low-rise jeans today, but those jeans were rising lower and lower as her belly started to round out. Before starting, her T-shirt barely reached her jeans and needed to be pulled down from time to time. Now it barely reached below her belly button. Milly groaned again, all confidence on her face wiped away, and unhappily rubbed her belly while tugging her shirt down in vain.

While Milly was clearly uncomfortable, Taylor felt just fine. Bloated and tight, sure, but that was nothing unusual for her. The full-figured mom just stood there calmly as she felt the gas pushing deeper into her intestines, filling out her figure even more. Her mom jeans and light-green airy blouse seemed to be a better fit for this than Milly’s clothes, seeing as the waist of her jeans was stretching to accommodate her wider width and her blouse wasn’t letting any skin slip. Taylor chuckled. If Milly’s discomfort was this bad already, then Taylor might be able to win this before her belly was even visible.

Taylor’s hope for a quick win started to crumble as the minutes passed. For all of the pain and cramping Milly must be going through, the younger woman was still managing to stick it out. Her red T-shirt had zipped up her upper belly at one point, leaving the taut, tanned orb out in the sun. after a few failed attempts to pull her shirt back down over her swollen gut, Milly had given up and settled on massaging her helium baby. She was letting out a soft moan or whimper every few seconds now, but she was still going. Milly had to admit, she didn’t expect her slacker sister to stick through the pain like this. She felt the smallest bit of pride revive itself deep inside of her- then felt it wither and die again as a short, deep burp came out of Milly’s mouth. “Gross.”

“S-Sorry…” Milly panted. Her legs bent as she slowly lowered herself to the concrete patio below her. “I-It’s just so tight- I can feel the air getting pushed out of my-” She was interrupted again by another quick burp.

Taylor rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Just don’t hurt yourself being stubborn.”

“A-As if! I just need to make sure you don’t last five minutes after I’m d-done!” Milly huffed. She smirked, but her cockiness quickly gave way to another wince and she went back to soothing her belly. It somehow looked smaller now that she was sitting down. Maybe it was because Taylor couldn’t see her belly as well anymore now that her boobs were in the way. Then again, the fact that she could see this much of Milly’s belly despite those melons being in the way might prove just how big she’d gotten…

Taylor sighed and put a hand on the back of her hips as she stroked the side of her belly through her blouse. She felt like she was a few months pregnant again in this position and at this size, but it was a lot easier than pregnancy. All this gas didn’t have any weight, after all. The water last time had been torture, but just gas? This was just fine. Even though the waist of her jeans was starting to resist her swelling stomach and her blouse was inching closer to showing her skin, Taylor still didn’t feel close to her limit. At this point, she might not even need to prove that this pump's effect on weight was bull. She might be able to just outlast the five minutes entirely.

Well, that was what Taylor thought for a while, but she finally started to feel the tightness in her belly around the five-minute mark and Milly was still plugged in. She rubbed her flanks and noticed how she was starting to balloon over the hem of her jeans now. Jesus, she was really starting to get big now. Not that Milly was in any better condition. “Seriously, I don’t want you to pop over this, Milly. Just give up already-”

“N-No! I can keep-” Milly’s refusal was interrupted by the latest in a constant string of belches. The woman had been burping nearly non-stop for the last minute, leading Taylor to believe that the helium was making a full pass through her system just like the air was through Taylor in with the ‘intestinal massager’. The slight hint of green on Milly’s face agreed with Taylor, but the swollen woman was still holding strong. Taylor was tempted to end the challenge early by saying that Milly was letting air out, but she knew that her sister would never accept that kind of loss. Besides, Taylor could see more of Milly’s tanned gut past her rack now than she could a minute ago, so the smaller woman was still taking in much more than she was losing. Taylor just had to wait this out a liiittle longer.

Several more minutes passed with Taylor having more and more issues. At the ten-minute mark, Taylor was starting to pant. Jesus, her belly had never been this tight before! Her jeans cut a tight line across her gut, leaving her with a heavily swollen upper belly that left her blouse dangling in front of her. Then again, it didn’t really ‘dangle’ anymore. The green fabric was pulled tight across her acreage of gut, making her belly look and feel like an overgrown grape. Actually, maybe more like an apple - unlike when she was pregnant, Taylor’s belly was growing out to the sides, making her abdomen more like a ball than a dome. She grimaced. With the sheer amount of helium she was putting away, this scale-tricking nonsense Milly’s job was trying to shill might end up working…

Nearby, Milly was having her own set of issues that were clear as day to see. At around the nine-minute mark, she’d flopped onto her back and started groaning and belching without any restraint. Her gut, which she was clutching with all her strength it seemed like, stuck straight up in the air, tight and round. Her skin looked completely taut, barely even twitching even as its owner took shallow, ragged breaths between her burps. Her jeans had popped open at some point since they had those snap buttons instead of a latching one.

Looking down at her, Taylor had to admit that Milly was hanging in there. That pride was welling back up again. For the first time, Milly seemed to believe in something enough to push herself like this. Was it a scam? Oh yeah, absolutely, without a doubt. But this kind of commitment was new for Milly and it made Taylor start to think about- heeeey, wait a second… something wasn’t right here…

Another couple minutes had passed and Taylor was really having some trouble now. A few cramps were running through her overinflated gut and a sliver of skin was showing between her jeans and her blouse. That wasn’t the issue, though- the issue was that Milly’s belly hadn’t grown. It was hard to tell now that Milly was on her back, but the placement of her hands gave it away. Her hands should be getting farther apart, but instead, they were in the same place without her having to reach farther. She couldn’t have pulled the tube out -  Taylor would be able to hear it, plus they’d both shoved their tubes far enough inside themselves that it would be impressive if Milly had managed to get it out without Taylor noticing. She also wasn’t burping more than she was before. Where was all that helium going then? Where was-

A surge of tension rippled through Taylor’s belly, making the mother gasp and bend forward. God damnit, she was so tight! So much pressure! She had to get rid of some of it! She had to-

*PING!*

Taylor’s eyes widened as they caught a small object glinting in the sun zooming away like a hummingbird. Then she couldn’t stop herself from moaning in relief. Her belly seemed to get smaller in her eyes, but after exploring with her hands, she found that it had just rounded out. Even areas below her lower belly where she hadn’t felt bloated since her pregnancy seemed to have swollen up. Then she froze. Her jeans. They were slipping down her ass. If they were falling down, then that meant-

“My button! SHIT!” Taylor cursed aloud. Damnit, she’d loved these jeans! How was she going to find that button when it’d flown off to Narnia or something!? She glared over at Milly, who was chuckling between pained moans. Oh yeah, little sis? Well, is this funny-?

Taylor braced herself and clenched her ab muscles. A cramp rippled over her whole belly as a series of harsh and furious growls echoed from her gut, but she persevered. She continued to clench up until, finally, she felt it. She felt the flow of gas going into her slow down, then… reverse.

“Wha-OW! OW OW OW!” Milly yelped. She started to squirm around on the ground as her belly visibly ballooned above her. Taylor grinned evilly. That little bitch had been making Taylor take the whole flow! No wonder things had gotten harder! Now that her jeans were off and she had some extra space to work with, though…

Milly grabbed her belly again and Taylor could see her ab muscles twitching and spasming as they tried to push. The helium stopped exiting Taylor and started going in again… but only a little. It was just a trickle compared to when they were both filling up at the start, meaning Milly was still taking most of the flow. Good~. Sure, Taylor could feel her belly spasming from the extra tension she was putting on it by pushing this hard, but that little brat deserved it! Just how many minutes had she made Taylor inflate on her own for? It was payback time!

“S-S-Stop that!” Milly whined between two massive belches that Taylor worried her neighbors might’ve heard. Her burps were getting louder and more frequent and her squirming was getting more violent. Her belly was still visibly growing, now rounding out to the sides much like Taylor’s had started doing. Her flanks were starting to push past her hips to each side, which, while not as impressive as beating out her bust, was still a hard feat to do. Her tanned skin was also starting to take on a red tint to it. Her belly was reaching its max. If she took too much more, then-

“I- I can’t take anymore!” Milly wailed. She arched her back, making her belly jut even further out above her, and grabbed the tube with both hands. She started yanking, pulling out inches of tube until the sound of hissing air joined the chorus of belches and groans coming from her. Then she flopped fully onto the ground. A tear ran down her cheek while she gingerly petted her engorged belly. Still, she managed to force a weak smile on her face while looking at Taylor. “Ha… Y-You won’t last f-five minutes… I-I-I win…”

Taylor’s eye twitched. She was overfull at this point, so she was willing to stop now and help Milly deflate without popping, but after that? No chance. “We’ll see, won’t we?”

Little known fact since Taylor was usually the calm and rational sibling: she was FAR more stubborn and competitive than her sister was. Taylor was fully confident that if she stepped on a scale now, her weight would not have been lowered enough for the pump to have done its promised job. Now, though… now that didn’t matter at all. Hell, it mattered so little that Taylor would even do her bratty little sister one better.

With murder in her eyes, Taylor stomped over to where Milly was and, with clear intent, she planted her foot down - straight on top of the tube that had just recently been up Milly’s ass. The already overinflated woman immediately felt the rate of gas entering her increase to the point that she could practically hear it wooshing into her. Then, with a voice dripping in spite, Taylor said, “Start the timer, bitch.”

Even while Milly looked taken aback and confused, Taylor’s belly swelled out and out. Her belly had continued to gurgle and rumble even after she’d stopped pushing helium into Milly, but those noises were starting to pick up in intensity. One particularly loud rumble sounded more to Taylor like a rabid animal snarling for release than her intestines.

Just as Taylor felt her panties slipping down her mons from just how far down her body her bloating had reached, she had a moment of clarity. Her belly was practically visibly swelling at this point, and yet she was still relatively ok. Her skin was taut, her intestines were rumbling like a jet engine, and she could probably float on her gut like a beach ball if she were in a pool, and yet she had yet to feel any real pain apart from when she’d been literally squeezing her guts to destroy Milly at her own game. If she wasn’t quickly lapsing back into being pissed with every extra inch her waist grew because of this stupid bet, she might’ve been concerned.

It must have been three minutes of full-force inflation when Taylor started to feel faint of breath. Her belly, in addition to expanding down, out, and around, had been pushing up her abdomen for any and all room it could get. Taylor scrunched up her face and started to pant. God, she was so full! Maybe this had been a mistake. Sure, it still somehow felt like she keep growing, but that was more concerning than comforting at this point.

After another full minute, Taylor couldn’t properly see Milly anymore. Her belly had inflated so much that her sister’s face was hidden. Only a small, trembling mound of tanned flesh betrayed that her ‘smaller’ sister was still unable to get up. Taylor’s panting had only gotten more intense as her belly had battered her lungs for more space. At this point, she could even feel her boobs being lifted by the overgrown orb that was her gut. Jesus Christ, just how big was she going to get?

Seconds seemed to screech into minutes as Taylor clutched the sides of her belly, feeling her fingers spreading apart as her skin stretched. Her blouse had long since become a glorified tablecloth on top of her bloated middle and, while she couldn’t see the front of her panties, the back of them had slid far enough down that it was only thanks to her thick thighs that they were still covering anything at all.

Just as Taylor was counting down the seconds until she could finally free herself from being a living balloon, her stomach made a series of heinously violent rumbles. Then, for a few seconds, her belly just seemed to… stop. Her inflation, which had been so rapid before, had frozen. Before she had a chance to wonder what had gone wrong, though…

“O-Oh God, I think I’m going to be-”

A disgustingly loud belch rumbled out of Taylor’s mouth, washing over the silence of her yard. Taylor didn’t have the mental space to be mortified, though - an intense wave of nausea washed over her as her stomach started to gurgle and rumble. Oh shit, this was just like what had happened last time. The helium was going straight through her! She was so much more inflated this time than when it had started leaking out, so she thought she was in the clear. Of course, as a second belch that was somehow both airy and wet forced its way up her throat, she knew that she was anything but clear.

The time! Taylor glanced down at her watch. Five minutes and thirty seconds had passed since Milly had wimped out! She was in the clear! Taylor took her foot off of Milly’s discarded tube and reached around to get her tube out, but… she couldn’t… quite… reach…! Another ominous rumble predicted another long, wet belch that left Taylor feeling green. God, she felt sick, but… the need to burp was lessening now that the flow into her had let off some. Taylor considered trying to push the helium back out, like she’d done to spite Milly earlier, but that would probably get pretty loud. She could already hear the gas coming out, so if she were to add her own output to it… she shook her head. No, it was fine. She could handle this for the time being until she managed to figure out how to get this tube out of herself without asking Milly to do it…

“Th-There. Five minutes,” Taylor panted, admittedly struggling to get words out since her inflated guts were still squeezing her lungs flat. She turned to the side to get a better look at Milly, who was just staring in shock and dismay up at Taylor - or, more accurately, at the behemoth of a belly attached to her. “Your time with this shitty company is done, Milly.”

“But… but…!” Milly whined, “But come ON! You must’ve cheated somehow! Like, you stuck a flesh-colored balloon in your pants or something!”

“Excuse me?” Taylor scoffed. She suppressed the urge to vomit while releasing another rumbling burp, then gave her gut several solid thumps that echoed inside her airy insides. “When would I have stuck a balloon up my cooch, huh? I didn’t even know you were bringing this damn thing until you showed up. Try to think before you speak sometimes.”

“Yeah, but… there’s just no WAY!”

Taylor scowled. Her stomach gurgled sickeningly again and she felt her panties slip another half an inch down her plush hips. While not as fast as before, she was still expanding. Taylor wasn’t sure which bothered her more; the fact that she wanted to take in even more air right now to further stick it to Milly, or that the only reason she wasn’t going to was this horrific nausea. Either way, she needed to get Milly to go inside so she could save herself from spewing. “You’re seeing the way, little sis. Now get your ass inside to my computer. I’ll be in after I… clean up.”

Amid a lot of groaning, complaining, and comments of ‘fatass’ and ‘human whale’, Milly slowly pushed herself onto her feet and waddled inside. She was cradling her much smaller belly, which had shrunk somewhat from all her burping but was still large enough that she couldn’t pull her shirt down to her navel.

Finally, with Milly gone, Taylor stomped on her own tube this time. She breathed a sigh of relief as, for the first time in almost twenty minutes, her guts stopped vibrating from helium filling them. Ok, that was that problem solved. Taylor sighed and did a quick once-over of her body. She grimaced. She really was a human whale. Even though her gut felt light as a feather, it was practically the size of a beach ball - no, not practically. If she had a beach ball for comparison right now, Taylor was positive that she would win out in size. And while yes, she felt tight as a drum, her skin squeaked a little when she rubbed it, and gas was leaking out of both ends from the internal pressure, she still felt like she could take MORE somehow.

Still, Taylor could be concerned about her freakish ability to inflate like a living yoga ball later. Right now, her only concern was… just how was she going to get this tube out of her ass when she couldn’t reach it…?

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“Click send, Milly.”

“B-But- you were lighter! It WORKED!”

“I was a hundredth of a pound lighter. I'd lose more weight by getting a haircut. Send the email, Milly.

“But-”

“SEND IT, Milly!”

With a quiet whimper and a defeated burp, Milly clicked send on her email of resignation. It had taken an hour to coax Milly through the process of opening her email, writing out a half-assed resignation, and then sending it, but finally- FINALLY- it was DONE. Taylor let out a relieved sigh and a victorious belch. At least she didn’t feel like vomiting every time she burped now…

Taylor had taken some time to deflate before coming in, but she hadn’t done much before remembering that Milly was a flight risk. She was about half the size she was before, but she still couldn’t get her panties fully up and she’d had to open her screen door wider when coming back inside to let her distended belly through. It’s not like she was filling the doorway, but the fact that her belly was still notably wider than her hips even after so much deflation was a bit concerning

Milly, meanwhile, had barely shrunk at all. The older sister had caught her trying to squeeze her gut into a jacket Taylor had worn when she was pregnant. Luckily, she just couldn’t seem to get the zipper up over the apex of her inflated middle.

“I hope you learned your lesson this time, Milly,” Taylor said while resting her hands on top of her stomach. “Seriously. If you show up with more scam products, I’m going to disown you. For real this time.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Milly groaned. Then she grumbled under her breath, “These weren’t scams, though…”

“What was that?”

“N-Nothing, Taylor…”

Taylor rolled her eyes. Then she flinched as a cramp ran across the length of her belly. Jeez, it seems like her body wasn’t a fan of staying this big for this long. She wanted to lecture Milly more, but she’d have to just hope that her brat of a sister truly did learn something from all this. Taylor quickly waddled off, helium starting to leak out of her again as she moved. Bathroom, bathroom, bathroom-!

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This is the first commission I've done in a blue moon now, and it was, uh, a long one, lol. It heavily features inflation though, which I know is a rarity in my writing lately, so hopefully y'all appreciate the change of pace~.

Truthfully, this one was left-over back from the last time I opened my comms on DA. It just got put on the back burner between my IRL stuff happening and some IRL stuff with the commissioner as well.

Oh, and btw, the next fic is also from the same commissioner since they jumped onto my Patreon to be my first commissioner here, so... we'll be seeing more of Taylor very soon, lol. More inflation content for y'all! Yay!

Oh, and comm stuff isn't gonna totally replace non-comm stuff. I just have another longer fic that I'm writing simultaneously that should be out before the stream in a couple of days.