Christina posted her CYOC chapter and felt naughty. She re-read her post, scrutinizing the words she used and her mind racing with excitement over the possibility that a random person might actually indulge her curiosity. She refreshed her browser, a few times. And...nothing.
"Come on people," Christina said, to no one in particular, "What's a girl have to do to get some personalized smut posted on the internet?" Letting out an exasperated sigh, Christina felt her excitement fading. After refreshing the website again, with zero responses, she put the computer on sleep mode and decided to get ready for bed.
After a brief shower, she put on her "comfortable" sleepwear, being a pair of loose pastel sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt from some ex-boyfriend, forever ago. The logo was an obscure club band she'd never really cared for, but the shirt was super comfy from frequent wear. Christina brushed her teeth, swished with some mouthwash, and struck a pose in the mirror. "Sexy lady," she said, mockingly, to her reflection.
As she drifted off in bed, Christina cast a look at the monitor and rolled over, with another sigh. She slept restlessly, and had strange dreams. Something was chasing her, and she was trying to run away, but her legs and arms just kept feeling heavier and heavier. The shadowy figure was closing the distance and her legs felt stiff and numb. She was about to scream when...
Christina awoke with a start. She thought she heard her alarm clock at first, but it was actually the doorbell. She sat up in bed, slipped on her fuzzy slippers and walked up to the door. Christina saw noting out of the peephole, and no delivery vehicle in sight. Shaking away the cobwebs from her dream, she opened the door.
Sitting on the mat was a smallish cardboard box. Christina picked it up and it felt virtually empty. Turning back inside and closing the door, she examined the package. It was addressed to Christina, but she didn't remember ordering anything from a company called "Lusty Latex." She decided to open the box and examine the contents. Inside, she found a glossy business card for "Lusty Latex: An Erotic Emporium." The company had a website and the card encouraged Christina to enroll for a free trial.
"Yeah," she snickered, "let me get that scam started right away."
The only other object in the box was a bubble-gum pink latex balloon. Christina was surprised at the size, about 4 inches in length. It would obviously be pretty large when fully inflated. She took the box with her into the bedroom and turned on her computer. Bringing up the CYOC website, Christina noticed someone had responded to her post, but the link really short, just two words "Inflated Ego."
"Okay, very weird," Christina said. "How the heck did this guy get my address and have a package delivered in just a couple hours? Any what the hell is that response supposed to mean?"
Christina was annoyed that there was no post to follow, and didn't feel inclined to respond to the one she received. She idly glanced at the little box with the balloon. She picked it up and it seemed like a regular latex balloon, just a bit larger. It smelled strongly of rubber, and tasted so as well, when Christina brought it tentatively to her lips and slowly blew into it. She filled it until she barely felt some resistance, then pinched the neck between her fingers. She looked at the melon-sized balloon and recalled that some weirdos on the internet fetishize the hell out of them.
"Looners," she said, "Yeah, more like loners."
Feeling a little thrill, Christina decided to turn on the computer camera and continue blowing up the balloon. She had doubled it in size when she noticed her chest felt strange. Pinching off the balloon once again, Christina lightly touched her right breast with her free hand. Her nipple was hard and her breast felt extra sensitive and slightly larger.
"Weird," Christina said. "And also cliche...blowing up a balloon make the girl's breast bigger. I mean, come on!"
The taste of latex lingered in Christina's mouth, which also began to water. She felt a little heat from her groin and looked into the camera feed. She was technically making porn at the moment, and kinky porn at that. Throwing back her head and thrusting her slightly enhanced chest forward, Christina said, in a low, sultry voice, "I'm game if you are, boys."
Christina felt silly, but also turned on. She watched the monitor as she made an overt move to lick the opening of the balloon before slowly filling it a big more.
Christina was a bit surprised when she rose slightly in her deskchair. "What the heck...?," she exclaimed, standing up. A look at the bedroom mirror suggested her ass had grown noticably larger.
"No freaking way," Christina said to her reflection. She let her sweatpants drop to her ankles, surprised at how much larger her butt looked. Still holding the balloon, she removed her baggy shirt and closely examined herself in the mirror. Her breasts were at least a cup size larger than normal, with nipples like pink pencil erasers. Her waist may have been a bit smaller than usually, but it was impossible to tell, given the new girth of her hips and butt. Her surprise gave way to lust, as she twerked in from of the mirror (and her computer camera, which was still recording.)