Liquid Nitrogen (Patreon)

Stretching, I got out of bed and slipped some clothes on, albeit being a bit baggy over my smaller than average frame. I quickly pranced down the stairs, my toes tapping against each step with rhythmatic thuds. It was a brand new day and I wasn’t going to let it go to waste - there was precious time that I could devote to finding a brand new way to making myself explode. My heart skipped a beat as I noticed a sign on the ice cream parlour’s window, advertising a new “dragon’s breath” ice cream, the kind of stuff prepared using liquid nitrogen. Noticing a few people already trying some, exhaling a smoky, steamy cloud after taking a bite, I nodded, deciding this was the coolest way to go.

I made my way into the parlour, watching the employees prepare the new menu item. I tilted my head out of curiosity, watching as the liquid nitrogen decorates the brightly coloured ice cream. The stream of smoke billows hypnotically above the bowl, wisping into the air. I took a step closer towards the many, tall stacks of cones near the manual ice cream machine, and “accidentally” knocked the stacks over. I quickly knelt down, squealing as I notice my “mistake”.

“Oh, my gosh, I’m so sorry!” I cried out as the other employees rush over to help. As they started to pick up the crumbling cones, I snuck back behind the counter where the canisters of liquid nitrogen were kept. I took a tubing from the back room, one of the ones that had just been cleaned in preparation for the machines.

I gently slid one end of the tube onto the canister’s nozzle, biting my lip as I did so. The other end I fit comfortably up my ass, sitting in the back where no one noticed, the employees still picking up the stacks of cones, sorting out the broken ones. Once I twisted the tap, there was no turning back. The liquid nitrogen started pumping into my body, sending a cold rush inside of me. I shivered, my belly instantly pushing out with the freezing fluid. The employees, awkwardly stacked up some of the cones, still only about a third of the way done, giving me plenty of time still to become a snowball from the inside.

My belly swelled up further, faster as I turned the tap more, keeping the pressure light still, not wanting to overdo it right away. The coldness rushing into me was a bizarre feeling, both warm from the pleasure but cold from the obvious intake of liquid nitrogen. I could feel the pressure building up under my skin, my belly stretching out further. I grinned, excited about the size I imagined reaching. I turned the tap further, the liquid nitrogen flowing into me, now rushing at an intense pace.

My belly pushed against the back of the counter, and I could see another stack of cones being put back onto the counter. Biting my lip, I cranked the tap as far as it could go, sending the nitrogen out at full blast. The cold fluid hissed into my belly, I had to lean back against the wall, my belly swelling up greatly. One of the employees noticed the line building up, and he quickly ran behind the counter - not noticing me as far as I could tell. He began to help the line, and as he started to scoop some ice cream into a bowl, he noticed my incredibly large belly pushing against the back of the counter, filling up with liquid nitrogen.

His scream echoed in the room. He jumped back, looking at me, a dripping ice cream scoop in his hand. The bowl of ice cream fell to the tile floor with a wet thud. He stammered, trying to comprehend the situation. I giggled, watching the flustered man try to help figure out what the problem was.

“I, uh, what’s going on?” He asked, awkwardly trying to help, not noticing the canister of liquid nitrogen beside me, hidden by my enormous belly. I feigned worry, claiming that another customer did it, a woman in a dark coat, but she ran out before anyone could stop her.

“It must’ve been that crazy lady on the loose!” I cried out, knowing that the small business had no security cameras. The man looked around frantically, calling for the other employee, who stomped up to him, her hair covering one eye. She frowned at him, demanding what was going on. He stammered, words unable to form, and he pointed the dripping scoop at me. She turned to look at me, too, and screamed loudly.

“Oh, my god, oh, my god!” She squirmed, looking at my rapidly filling belly, getting relatively squished in between the wall and the counter. The canister of liquid nitrogen was getting low, almost empty, the coldness flowing into me as fast as it could. The woman came up to me and observed my belly, and pressed her finger against it. I groaned, gritting my teeth as I could feel the pressure inside me building up rapidly, almost getting unbearable. She poked again, her nail pressing against the tighter part of my belly. An eruption of smoke and steam came from behind the counter. The woman screamed again, fainting, the man barely catching her. The customers stood up, trying to figure out what the commotion was about.

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