Monstrous Inflation: Chapter Four

Emerging into an alleyway, she leaned over and groaned, eyes narrowing with the immense strain.

"Oof... No, no... This can't be happening! Not to meeee!"

Her cry escalated into a high-pitched shriek as her body exploded, her breasts blasting out in the alleyway as they tore clean through her top. It had not been doing all that good a job of hiding her breasts anyway and the shreds dangled from her shoulders and under her arms. Her breasts squashed into the old brickwork of the alleyway, shooting up as they sought space to grow into, though there was no way to contain them.

Sophie groaned as her breasts expanded to roughly the size of a house, albeit one on the smaller side, pinning her against the wall of the alleyway. The bricks cracked, her nipples punching big indents into the buildings, though the alleyway did a better job of containing her tits than even her bra and top had. Those had barely even been needed for the course of her kind of work anyway.

She moaned, her face pressed into her own tit flesh as she tried to look up, though she barely was even able to move her head a centimetre. The buildings on either side of her groaned as she threatened the structures, the walls slowly bowing in as her body affected them.

Her breasts ached deeply and she shuddered, a wet feeling pouring down them all of a sudden. Yet she didn't realise right then that it was milk streaming from her nipples. With every push and pulse of her body against the walls of the alley, straining for space there really wasn't there to be taken, the buildings themselves milked her tits for her, forcing milk from her. It was not a steady stream, but it was enough to splash down her front and flood the alleyway, a gush of milk pouring out the entrance to the alleyway and into the ground floor of the multi-level parking garage she'd tried to make use of too.

"Unff... No... No," she muttered, moving her lips as heat seared through her. "Let me go... I don't...want this!"

As if she'd had some hand in her transformation, her body trembled, quivering all over with pulsating vibrations. To her shock, her tits shrank back down, the skin pushing in uncomfortably as her body was forced to absorb their flesh all over again, though they still squirted milk.

"Ohhhhh!"

She moaned, unable to help herself, her thighs pressed together, though Sophie would never admit to any orgasm taken at that time. That would have been too debased, something she did not believe of herself, but there was little time to consider that as her body randomly pulsated.

It was kind of like a twitching sensation in her body, one finger suddenly pumping up and doubling in size before returning to its previous form. One breast wobbled and she managed to crudely tie her shirt across her chest, just about covering her nipples. It was not enough to hide her under-boob in the slightest, however, and the pressure was on to get home before anything else happened.

"Okay, I can still do this, I can... Piece of cake, right?"

She headed out and into another street, though she didn't get two minutes away before her buttocks suddenly pulsed. The tremors rocked through her body as she tried to fight it, squashing her backside to a wall of what looked to be a small office block as if she could force her body to remain in the shape she knew.

It was not enough, however, as Sophie's ass swelled, first the left cheek popping out against her skirt and then the right. It was a shame she didn't have her underwear on to rip at that time, though it pushed out and out and out, bulging viciously.

"Ohhhhhh..." She groaned, rocking her weight from hip to hip. "No... No, it's too much! I can't get big like this! I've got to go home!"

That was all she could focus on, grunting deep in the back of her throat as her buttocks inflated, shoving her skirt up out of the way while her waist remained about the same. Her hips expanded slightly, but the growth was mainly in her ass, each cheek hanging out in a large, round bubble, shoving her out and away from the wall.

Sophie moaned, warmth radiating through her lower half, even though she didn't want to focus on that. It shouldn't have felt good, not even slightly, though her backside grinding up against something hard and unyielding snapped her back to the present moment.

A bus stop? It was one that had a shelter attached to it and a big sign at the end, even though the street was not so large that it would have been difficult to spot. Some of the city streets, built in the early days of the city, were still on the smaller side in comparison to the wide, expansive main streets and thoroughfares.

It creaked and groaned as she ground into the metal framework. Even though the glass was meant to be reinforced against impact, her buttocks shoved it to the side like it was nothing, ripping the metal feet from the ground where they had been concreted in place. Big chunks of concrete tore up along the base of it as if she was digging into the ground itself, though she wasn't thinking of causing any destruction like that.

Not that it mattered, not really, not as her ass tingled and shoved its way out, scraping over the bus stop as the glass shattered in a spiderweb, though did not fall out of the frame. That was, at the very least, a testament to its design, although she wasn't thinking of that at that time.

The bus stop crumpled under her ass, crushed so it was no longer recognisable, the sign folding in half. The screech of metal surely had to attract the attention of more of the tentacle beasts, forcing her to stagger down the street.

Her ass, however, was so large for those few, scraping steps, that it ground against the buildings on either side, some of them residential and other offices. Truthfully, she didn't care.

Fortunately for her, her backside bubbled and shrank back down to its regular size, though she didn't have the sense of mind to tug her skirt back down over it. The waistband of her skirt, where it had been pushed out of the way, had stretched a little, though it would soon be challenged to an even greater extent.

Sophie staggered, half tripping over her own feet, one of her heels snapped. But she had to do it, she had to get home, one way or another.

A more open building, only two storeys, caught her attention with the bright lights on, which was unusual for that late on a Saturday night.

Maybe I can cut through there? There's got to be a back entrance too, she thought.

It was something of a community centre, though not one with a sports complex but smaller meeting rooms that could be used for multiple groups. A sign advertising a yoga class fluttered down as she dragged her hand across the wall, bright lights flickering above her, though that didn't strike her as a bad thing.

Everything was bad anyway: so, it was all just different levels of bad.

There were others there too, though she kept her distance as people collapsed on the floor, some in yoga clothes and others more casually dressed in clothes like T-shirts and jeans. They seemed to have staggered into a big hall where classes were held, fitness and other, but she limped through, feeling the weight of her ass dragging behind her, even if it had shrunk back to its regular size.

A woman sprawled on her back, her legs parted as her pussy swelled, filling out her yoga pants and stretching the fabric obscenely to cover her hyper sex.

On all fours, a man howled as tentacles burst from his body, appearing from "rips" in his flesh and then plunging back inside to reappear from another hole entirely.

Tentacles whipped around a woman, from another partner, plunging into every last one of her holes, her shirt ripped and tits spilling out in a spray of milk that caught the light.

She turned, spinning as dizziness hit her all over again, though Sophie strove to keep her eyes fixed on the door in the back of the room. It was there, so close -- then she could get out into the back parking area and keep on heading home, for it wasn't far from there.

"Ohhhh," she groaned, parting her legs, knees bent. "No... I've got to make it!"

No one could say Sophie didn't try as her pussy bulged suddenly, heat and blood rushing to it as the transformation stole her energy to fuel it. The virus took what it needed as it rooted itself in her body, though she would never quite know how it had already changed her.

Her labia inflated, puffing out against her inner thighs, though she didn't want to collapse to the floor, not when there was still so much to do. Her breasts ached and she pressed a hand briefly to one, hoping she wasn't going to start lactating again. Yet it was her pussy that was the focus as her clit pumped up too, inflating into a lewd, throbbing ball of flesh, far too sensitive for her to touch as pleasure swarmed her.

She cried out like it was the first time she was experiencing true pleasure, slumping half against a wall and leaning heavily on it with her shoulder. Sophie didn't notice how she dislodged leaflets and posters from the corkboard on the wall, stumbling into a table as she was forced to squat just to keep moving.

It put more strain on her legs than ever, quads burning, though it was nothing in comparison to her pussy as it suddenly inflated bigger than her body. It pumped up and she screamed in climax while she wiggled about, attached to her pussy as if she was nothing more than an accessory to it, howling brokenly.

"Oh, fuck, yesssss!"

She hissed the words, head knocking on the floor, her hair drying slowly in thick clumps where semen from the earlier tentacle monsters clung to her. Yet it was good, ecstatic, as warmth rolled through her, hips pumping up as she used her hyper pussy for leverage. Her soft folds squashed on to the floor, feeling like she was resting on her ass rather than her pussy, a slew of orgasmic fluids squirting from her in the throes of climax.

She was barely even aware of the twisting tentacles swelling from her pussy, lashing out as if they were a part of her sex and penetrating it at the same time. Sophie moaned, though it didn't have to make sense to her, not as her attention was overtaken by the wet slap of tentacles snatching up other people in the room and hauling them to her pussy.

Her tentacle cocks, writhing in hungry lust, could have merely penetrated others, but they hauled victims into her pussy, drawing them inside, throb by throb. Her hyper pussy expanded to take them into her, though her womb and lower abdomen were both forced to expand.

Grunting with every person she absorbed, she dragged every one of them into her hungry cunt, squeezing them between the sloppy folds. Of course, it was no trouble at all for her tentacles and, prey to orgasmic bliss, Sophie didn't have to think too much about the people who were no more either.

Her belly inflated, swelling sharply to accommodate everybody inside her. A low groan rolled from her, eyelids fluttering, though she was barely coming back to herself in time to see the towering rise of her belly coming up against the ceiling of the room and crushing one of the long, strip lights before it sucked back down again. The deflation was almost as stimulating as the inflation to begin with, her body returning to normal as her pussy pulled back to its usual size with a tight, pinching sensation.

"Agh!"

Sophie shook her head, her back aching strangely as she rolled over and got back up the best she could, though it felt like something was missing after losing the swell of her stomach. That hadn't been so bad, even if she would not have been able to believe it was really her thinking like that under any other circumstances.

Yet Sophie had to keep trying, clawing her way from the room by physical hooking her fingers around the frame of the door. A tentacle wrapped around her ankle, dull and slimy, trying to drag her back -- but she was already through and out, kicking herself free.

She didn't look back to see who it belonged to.

The fresh night air, even if tainted by a faint smell of exhaust fumes, was a relief after the comparative stuffiness of the community centre. Striking off in a heavy run, she blinked rapidly, her eyes watering.

"Uh... What the hell?"

Sophie's lips and eyes bloated out, eyes swelling to the point that they streamed with moisture, tears once again tracking down her cheeks. The rest of her head, thankfully or not, was quick to catch up as her entire skull blew up, bigger and bigger, knocking into the side of the community centre with a colossal, scraping bang.

Tiles shattered on the roof and the wall crumbled, yet it was hard to focus on that as her head grew more and more, her tiny body staggering about on the ground. Higher and taller, it inflated up as her line of sight changed, looking through a second-storey window, then a third-storey -- finally only stopping at five-storeys high at eye level. Her long, black hair still draped around her, though it fell around her body in a curtain, as if that part of her was no longer significant anymore.

Just her giant, monstrous head, lips parted in a deep, booming howl of terror. Her head swayed and what was left of Sophie juddered beneath it, trying and failing to hold it up. As if in slow-motion, though it was really solely the weight of her head hauling her to the side, it smashed through a three-storey building as she tottered off balance, her body flailing and dangling behind it.

Sophie groaned as she came down, though the pain of smacking into the crumbling building, knocking down a good portion of two walls, was short-lived. As her head rang with pain, glass rained down around her and her body pulsed again, shrinking back with a shrill, squeak of everything compressing back into place. The building smouldered, a fire starting within from where the electrics had been compromised, though that was not something she would linger around.

"Unf... Fuck... That... That was..."

She groaned, rubbing her head, hating how it didn't feel like her head anymore. It felt like her hand should have been coming up against her head sooner than it actually did, though she didn't know how that could even be. Everything just felt off, her centre of balance all over the place, like it shifted with every single awkward step she took.

Sophie set her sights on home, however, doing everything she could to head back. If she was back in her apartment, she thought, she could at least make sure no one else could get to her. That would, at the very least, be something.

She failed to remember that her random, hyper transformations would not fit inside her apartment, though that was not her fault. It was rather a lot to keep up with.

Nearly back at her apartment, hobbling and moaning the whole way, she ducked into a building with shattered windows that looked like it had already faced a lot of transformations. Inside, it was dark, though it was a simple office block, a red light flashing to show the alarm had already gone off, although there was no one coming to resolve it.

A light flickered in a back office and lewd, wet, sloshing sounds rose from it, so Sophie tried to hurry on by. Her body ached fiercely, her breasts feeling swollen still as if they were still restricting her movement greatly. Even then, Sophie could imagine them dragging on the ground, her "tiny" body straining to haul them along with her through any means possible.

Yet it was not only her imagination as her breasts churned and rumbled, though she was too focused on getting through the building to the street where her apartment block was to notice. Her nipples plumped out, fattening within the bounds of her shirt, and she grunted in the back of her throat, shaking her head slowly.

"Nearly there... I just got to keep going..."

Sophie hissed through her teeth, yet expelling breath would not help her in the slightest as her body rippled. Flesh slithered over her tits as if it was once again clay, yet it was the inflating bloat of milk that pushed out her tits increasingly at that stage.

"Oh, no... No, please," she moaned. "Not now... It can't be happening again!"

She cried out as she wavered, staggering against a wall, though she didn't notice she slammed her hand into the fire alarm. The glass shattered but didn't harm her as she crumpled a little, her breasts expanding out sharply. Milk squirted from her nipples like water from a hosepipe, increasing in force to where it was more like a fire truck's hose, shooting milk at a force intended to wash away anything that ever could have opposed the virus.

Her moans were lost as her breasts swelled through the building, bigger than her body and pressing up against the walls, trying to squash into the offices through some of the open doors. There was no true room for them to grow into, however, and the walls cracked, lines splintering through them as the thinner timber on the inside snapped easily. They didn't offer her breasts all that much restriction as her tits inflated up against the ceiling and pressed to it.

They flattened out a little, but the growth of them was so immense that they could not help but punch through. In that instance, the framework of the office block was not enough to pin her in place.

Her groan echoed across the city as she swelled, breaking through floor after floor of the office building. Her body was stuck down on the ground floor, crammed into a corner with her back between two walls, while her tits swelled up, nipples spilling a slew of milk to floor the area. Yet her breasts smashed through the entire multi-storey office block and out the top, inflating increasingly. It was merely a wonder that the walls did not crumble down on top of Sophie, though it was not all that lucky for her in the end.

Her breasts swelled, gleaming with milk in the crisp night air, as they rolled over the top of adjacent buildings. Being only a handful of storeys high, her tits crushed them, metre by metre, the crumble and crack of concrete giving up, along with the metal supporting framework inside rising above her moans.

For it felt good, even as she tried to wriggle free of her entrapment down there, though two walls and part of a third remained of the office block she was stuck in. Huffing and panting, she moved one foot and then the other, finding she was still able to walk a little, even if it was incredibly laborious. It took no more effort, technically, than it had to move before, though she felt the rippling, tremoring ache of every movement rolling through her, her body throbbing viciously.

Yet it was her breasts that expanded out from the office building, bloating out vivaciously until they quivered at a size larger than the block the building was sitting on, roughly. It was not as if Sophie was in any kind of position to see exactly how large they were, though she staggered out as they shrank, squeezing all the way back in to her body, though her shirt, well... That one was good and ruined.

The building rumbled around her, walls shaking, and Sophie hurled herself into a staggering, lurching run as it toppled down. Concrete chunks slammed into the ground and dust filled the air, sending her heaving as she coughed, but Sophie was almost out and almost home. She groaned and kept going, eyes streaming, seeking her apartment block and finally getting inside the door on the ground floor.

She slammed it behind her and staggered up the stairs, clinging to the handrail with her tits out and swinging, their weight making them unwieldy. They swung back and forth, though she tried to control them, even if Sophie had always needed a good bra to keep them in check. Things like that changed all too quickly, however, and she groaned as she stumbled, head down, into her apartment at long last, though even Sophie knew it would not be her solace.

The city shook, the very foundations of it broken, an increasing number of tentacle beasts and more transforming across the land.