Inducing Burst!

Tight... unbearably tight.

Amelia had been experiencing utter, unbearable, unending tautness for longer than she could remember. Barely clinging to coherent thought, what remained of her drifted in and out of consciousness. Overwhelmed with constant sensitivity and sensual sensation, shivering occasionally in orgasm when her consciousness peaked enough to experience the pleasure of fullness again.

To any observing, it was difficult to tell what was an orgasmic wobbling of her spherical body, and what was simply heaving from her labored breathing, twitching and pulsing from the intense pressure she was under, or the life inside.

Amelia has been pregnant for over a year, approaching her second.

An avid inflationist, her capacity meant that upon getting pregnant, she was destined to swell to nearly twelve feet in diameter. More than double her height, that long of a gestation was utterly overwhelming. And finally, she was nearing her delivery day.

Her husband massaged her side constantly, showering her in compliments and kisses the moments she'd regain lucidity. Doctors and midwives prepared the numerous beds and cradles, and had long arranged the room for Amelia's inevitable bursting.

All they could do is wait.

Wait and watch as the gigantic baby ball groaned and creaked. Flushed pink and coated in sweat.

Waiting, for when she'd either burst suddenly, or was finally receptive to inducing her burst.

One of the telling signs a woman is pregnant, is that she suddenly can no longer inflate. Her muscles contract, her organs protect themselves, and the skin becomes uncharacteristically unyielding. The body's harnessing all of the inflation elasticity to protect the growing brood inside.

But, this finally ceases when she's ready.

So for the past few days, the midwives have been giving Amelia large drinks of water. Until she hazily refuses anymore. Even when she's barely coherent from the mind numbing pleasure, she feels full in a way women usually don't. And her body refuses to burst, not yet. The babies aren't ready to be born.

Until, at last. She drinks, and drinks. And doesn't stop. Not after a litre, not after two litres. Flushed red, and drooling in orgasmic bliss. Amelia accepts every drop of water her midwives give her.

Her body's ready to give in. And receptive to inducing her pop.

So her husband feeds her a water hose, and begins to fill his wife for the last time. Hugging her side as she drinks and drinks. The blissful dream-like state, accepting it all to satisfy a never ending thirst.

She stretches bigger, ever so slightly. Her already firm, tight, rock hard body straining to swell one last time. Creaking, groaning. Stretching.

Until, with one last swallow...

She explodes.

And a new generation is born.