Inflation Intoxication, Pt.04

Yet would Vanessa have truly wanted it any other way? No, no... No, of course, not, not as her arms suddenly bloated and swelled, one of the last parts of her body that needed to transform. The small, black shoes she had on her feet just about had them under control, though the backs had popped off her heels, left loose with her toes jammed into the shoe, while she had been shifted and transforming, crushing the right one. Her arms plumped up with muscle and fat, everything coming back into proportion as a whole, her brown hair a mess around her face with loose, flyaway strands, though it had managed to remain up in its ponytail still, which was something. Not that Vanessa was caring all that much about appearing as if she was cool and put together anymore, oh no. That really wasn't in her mind when she was being handed everything that she had ever wanted on a figurative silver platter.

Yet the wrists of her blouse, long-sleeved, stretched and popped the buttons loose as her wrists settled, her neck feeling stronger, more muscle in her body than before so that she could better control her new body, easily topping out at seven feet. That would only be seen, however, when she rose from her crouch, though the details of her transformation, though lifechanging as a whole, were not something Vanessa was bothered with. How could she be when her toes were popping up and inflating, shoving further and further into the fronts of her shoes?

"Ohhhhh!"

Even that transformation sent a wave of pleasure through her, as if she was sinking under a wave of warm water -- water of the perfect temperature for her to immerse herself under it. She panted lightly, her toes and feet swelling with growth, the heel rounding out a little more, crushing the shoes and bursting through. She laughed and let the right one jiggle off her foot at the point of bursting, pinging it off dramatically, yet her heel had sunk back into the left one. And that one could not contain the growth of a foot, oh no, not as it swelled around her bloating foot, prying away from the sole and trying to contain her, all to no avail. If Vanessa had had any sense about her, she would have kicked it off too. Yet she hadn't flung the first shoe away from her to make things easier, no; she'd just wanted to see it ping off.

For as the shoe collapsed around her foot, merely a black adornment to her foot with her toes and her heel shoved out both the front and the back, too much of a gap left around her ankle and the sole crinkled and crushed, she was finally whole. She had finally transformed, all those random bursts and swellings coming together into one glorious new body -- and not even a body that looked at all like her old one. It was not what she had expected as she explored her new tits with both hands, groping and massaging, whimpering aloud.

"Oh, oh, yes..."

She had transformed and yet she needed a moment. A moment in which to breathe, to let the reality of her situation sink into her.

It would take a lot longer than Vanessa had, alone, for that to happen...