As I waddled back and forth I realised that I’m still home alone, I’m now hugely pregnant, and…
I’m still horny.
“What if I can make myself bigger” I thought, biting my lip
I still had plenty of balloons to work with…
In a horny panic I quickly filled as many balloons as I could with water, desperate to make myself bigger.
My breasts increased in size until they were bigger than my head. The fabric that held them strained so much that I might as well just strip.
My ass was so huge it could fit an entire loveseat and crush anything under its weight like a hydraulic press.
My belly was so massive you’d think I’d eaten a couple of people alive and was lugging them around.
“I’ve run out of balloons. But maybe… maybe the other clothes in the wardrobe could amplify my body aswell…”
