Rave-Flation (Patreon)

The Cherry, a new nightclub in town, had just opened up for the night, the bright, flashing lights alluring in the dimness of the evening. The bassy music from inside could be heard from across the street, where Angie was walking. Tonight, she was going to join in the fun, with a little gadget from Mira. It was a small, pressure activated pump she could place in her shoes, the tubes thin enough to slide through leggings without being noticed. This had taken all afternoon to set up, and she wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip by. She could already feel the air flowing gently into her, the pressure of her feet triggering the pump.

Angie watched excitedly as people started flooding into the club. Her heart beat inside her chest, as loud and as rhythmic as the music. She followed inside, flashing her ID at the door. The dark club flashed with beautiful lights, everyone inside dancing energetically to the music. She quickly joined in, entranced by the music and lights, making her way into a cluster of other women. Her belly was slowly expanding, barely noticeable in the quickly changing lights. She was wearing a black and red striped crop top, her belly already visible so everyone could watch her belly swell. The music blasted, Angie hardly able to hear anything over the jams. She kept pressure onto the pumps, the balls of her feet rubbing against the machines. With each step, she could feel another small blast of air.

She got a few odd stares from people as her belly was reaching sizes akin to a pregnant woman. She got asked if she was pregnant a couple times, but she always just shook her head, not attempting to speak over the loud music. She watched herself, her belly inflating bigger as she pressed up against someone, dancing with them, her belly pushing theirs. They watched, dancing along as Angie’s belly swelled more, the pressure increasing around her navel. Her heart pounded in her chest as she felt the air flow increase, getting a bit faster. She loved this rush, this feeling of a public display.

The other woman asked if Angie was alright, and the inflating raver gave a thumbs up, turning a bit and grinding against her, her belly heavily swollen. The other woman smiled a bit, watching as the basketball sized belly continued to get bigger by the second. It was impressive, whatever this trick was. She pulled Angie by the hips, pressing her ass onto her crotch, and started to dance along. Angie smiled, biting her lip, moving as sensually as possible with her belly constantly expanding. The woman’s hands caressed Angie’s thighs, moving up to her ass, groping it gently. Her hands slid up to the inflating woman’s hips, and then maneuvered around her belly, rubbing the pressurized navel area. Angie moaned, almost inaudible due to the pumping music.

Several other people started to watch Angie’s inflating form, her belly now definitely noticeable despite the flashing lights. Some asked if she was alright, while others wanted to get up close to the swelling midsection. At this point, her belly was about the size of a large pumpkin, filling with air as the pumps did their job. In a matter of moments, Angie had become the center of attention, being pulled onto the middle of the floor.

Everyone’s hands were on Angie’s belly, some with concern, but most of them with excitement. Angie’s belly was being pumped with rapid rushes of air with each step. She had her public scene watching for her to get bigger, and she was excited. The pressure in her belly continued to increase and spread along more parts of her middle. She could almost feel the area around her navel turn a pale red, and she grinned, moaning as several hands rubbed against her. Angie’s pussy quivered, excited with the attention and inflation she was receiving. She clenched her thighs, trying not to lose total control as she felt the rushes of air increase yet again. Mira’s machines were behaving strangely, but Angie was the last person to care about malfunctions - especially to this degree.

The music’s volume lowered, as more and more people began watching, staring in a vulture-like circle around the inflating dancer. A few people - managers and bartenders - came rushing to the circle to see what the out-of-place commotion was. The head manager on duty stared as the circle broke apart enough for her to see the incredible size of the woman’s belly. She pushed a few people aside to get up close to Angie.

“Are you quite alright?! Do I need to call an ambulance?” she screamed, terrified of the situation. Angie laughed, looking at the manager excitedly.

“Oh I’m perfectly fine! This place is amazing!” she smiled, rubbing her belly tenderly. The manager stared in disbelief, watching at this woman just standing there while her belly was getting bigger, looking like a beach ball. How was she still able to stand, much less dance like this? The manager took a step back, looking at everyone else, staring almost hypnotised at the few women in the middle. The woman Angie was grinding against squeezed her belly gently, pulling her even closer. The manager shook her head and sighed - this wasn’t the worst thing that could happen, she figured. She signaled for the music to be turned back up, and went back to work.

Angie continued to grind against the woman, the pumps slowly getting slower, and dying. She frowned, the battery inside the pumps drained. Angie turned to the woman and smiled, biting her lip again.

“Name’s Angie!” she said, loudly over the music. The woman smiled back, whispering her name into Angie’s ear, and seductively grabbing Angie’s tight, round ass. Angie pulled the woman as close as she could, pressing her against the belly. “If you like this,” she grinned widely. “I know someone who’d love to meet you!”

Angie pulled the thin woman out of the nightclub, and led her to a large estate a few blocks down. Her belly, still incredibly large, got several stares down the streets as they rushed to the mansion. When they got there, a red-haired woman was already waiting at the front door, smiling ear to ear. Her bangs covered her eyes, but Angie knew they were probably wide with anticipation. Mira always was a strange case, but she gave Angie free reign of her machines, so she saw nothing wrong with staying around.

“Mira! I found someone who likes bellies like us!” Angie yelled, rather loudly. Mira held her finger to her lips, still smiling widely.

“Does she now?” the redhead asked softly, her voice barely going above a whisper. The woman nodded, a bit scared now at the strange woman. Had she made the wrong choice in following this ballooned woman? Mira somehow grinned wider, and led the startled woman into the mansion. She nodded slowly, trying not to look too scared. Mira let out a soft giggle, a floaty, airy sound. She introduced the woman to the other ladies Mira had working for her. The pink haired girl grinned and waved excitedly, while the blue haired woman rolled her eyes and walked away. Mira took the woman downstairs, to the dark metal chambers lined with large test tubes. The woman looked at Mira with wide eyes, now visibly scared. The crazy doctor sat the woman down in the chair she used for experimenting.

“Now, before we can see if you’re fit to be part of our program,” she smiled again, tilting her head a bit. She lithely strode to a table, grabbing the clipboard. She hooked up the latches on the arms of the chair, keeping the woman in place. Too scared to speak, the woman tried to free herself from the clamps, looking up at the mad scientist.

“L-Let me go,” she barely managed. Mira giggled again as a response. She nimbly passed each of the large glass tubes, deciding which one she’d test on this new girl. She found one filled with a deep green liquid, and decided it was suitable enough for this woman. She fiddled with the hoses and tubes, and slid them into the woman’s mouth and vagina.

“Sorry about this breach of privacy,” Mira smiled, not sorry at all. The woman groaned, mouth full of rubbery tubing. She struggled, trying to free herself, but Mira wasn’t having it. She gracefully glided back towards the glass tank and flipped a switch, the bottom of the tank whirring to life. The fluid started pumping through the tubes, filling up the woman hastily. Her belly filled out, sloshing as she struggled more.

She could feel the liquid rest at the bottom of her stomach, filling it up and rounding it out. She tried to shake out the tubes, but the pressure was too much for her. The liquid, tasteless and thick, flowed down her throat and into her belly. She tried to clench her thighs, but the much thicker tube was lodged down there. Her belly expanded, tearing her incredibly tight shirt at the seams. She groaned, pressure building up along the front line of her stomach. Each second, she could feel her belly getting tighter, the arms of the chair causing a strain against her sides.

Angie watched at the door, intrigued at the methods of Mira to her test subject. She had never been experimented on like this, and it was always a fun thing to watch. However, Angie knew exactly where this experiment was going to go. Mira jotted down on the clipboard, smiling slyly. She took note of the size, the pressure buildup, and the amount of liquid currently inside the victim. Mira pressed her hand into the woman’s belly, noticing how much give was left. She sighed shaking her head.

“We’re going to need to give her more, Angie,” Mira stated as the glass tube emptied. The woman shook her head, her eyes wide with fear. Angie giggled and clapped her hands, running over to the tubes. She unhooked the base of the tubes with a little bit of difficulty due to her size, and hooked it onto another tank of green fluid. Flipping the switch, this batch of liquid flowed faster than the other one. The woman screamed through her tubes, shaking her head as the liquid filled her rapidly. Her belly swelled further, expanding to yoga ball sizes as the liquid sloshed inside her.

Mira again pressed her hand into the middle of the woman’s belly, grinning at the lack of give. She turned off the machine before it was too late, noticing just how stretchy this woman’s belly was. Mira licked her lips and sighed, stroking her finger along the middle of the woman’s heavily extended belly. Mira opened her mouth to speak, but paused, brushing her hair aside a bit, her pale green eyes visible. They way they darted around screamed ‘insane’, and the woman jerked back a bit, flinching at the intensity.

` “Perhaps,” Mira said, licking her lips again. “You can be of use to me for plenty of other experiments.”

Angie skipped upstairs, her belly having no trouble fitting through the double wide doors. Hiku looked at her, raising a brow.

“Where’s the other girl?” she asked flatly, as if she didn’t already know. Angie merrily jerked her thumb towards the basement door. Hiku sighed, shaking her head. “She’s lucky she can get away with anything.”

The sound of maniacal laughter echoed in the chamber. Mira was having her way with this woman, and no one was going to stop her.

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