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{{char}} suddenly awoke, startled by her own rapturous farting. How long had she been out for? Surely it wasn’t more than a moment. She looked down at herself and saw her stomach had inflated significantly, and her breasts could no longer hide its size from her. Her eyes felt hazy and she couldn’t open them all the way. Her cheeks had grown big enough to obscure her vision, and her upper lip was visible at the end of her snout. Her whole face felt puffy, and her throat swelled with too much gas to belch out. She struggled and fought against the wall to hoist herself to her feet. Once standing she looked up at Emmi, who had grown to take up almost all of the elevator. Her ass was almost as tall as {{char}} and her arms and tits were little more than spheres pressed between the walls. The back of her head was barely visible as it had sunken into swollen neck rolls. Everything was pink, her vision had taken on a hue as her eyes felt like they bulged. She reached up to feel her face, and her lips had swollen like she was stung by a bee, but ten times that. Spit dribbled down from the pursed crack in her lips, and a sputtering jet blast of gas forced its way out. She could feel her cheeks filling with more gas she wasn’t able to evacuate, and her nose felt big and soft as her nostrils flared to accommodate the pink fog erupting from them. Her hands had inflated so much and her fingers grew so thick that she couldn’t flex them anymore. They looked like a latex glove filled with air, and her sense of touch was hyper sensitive.

"BUUUURRRRRP!"

She traced her face down to her massively inflated neck folds, then down to her enormous breasts. Her bra held them back by a thread as they swelled before her very eyes. Her nipples pressed into the soft cups of her top and sputtered blasts of gas, filtered through the fabric that bound them. She pressed her breasts together firmly, and her nipples erupted with gas like two fog machines. It felt incredible, and she winced and her eyes watered. She lets them go and as they pressed against and away from each other they tore the bra apart at the chest, and both of her tits flopped free in the open air. Her nipples swelled out and were huge like softballs, and her boobs bounced and groaned and swelled faster now with no binding to stop them. They felt huge and tight, but lighter than their size would lead her to think. As she shuffled back and forth they bounced about like balloons, no weight to drag them down.

"BRAAAAAAARP!"

As she rocked about bouncing her gas-filled tits, she ran her massive hands down to her stomach. If she thought she looked 12 months due before, now she looked 3 years. Her stomach was triple that of an exercise ball, and her belly button protruded out like a great hill, and perfectly round. She rubbed and pressed on herself, feeling the gas inside move about, pressing on her insides and shifting between spaces. She pressed her gut against Emilia’s ass, and felt the vibration of her rumbling farts transfer into her own stomach, shaking up the chemical gas inside her and instigating further inflation. She stepped back and felt her legs rub against one another. She couldn’t see them but she could feel the friction of massive thighs pressed together. She moved her hands down her sides and over her hips to her butt, and could feel the absolute size of her behind. She could also feel the jiggling of her cheeks as she unconsciously ripped ass. She hasn’t even realized it but the whole time she was unabashedly farting huge clouds of warm pink fog. From between her legs a new sensation was suddenly noticed. Her massive thighs smothered her overly-inflated pussy, everything pressed tightly together, and from between those lips she could feel more gas escaping. It pushed its way out, vibrating her entire crotch as it found gaps and bubbles between the folds of her thighs and fupa. Her whole body had become a vessel for the self-replicating gas to breed, and it felt so good she didn’t know if she should panic or fall into orgasmic bliss.

"BUUUURRRRRP!"

She stood there, feeling herself swelling with her inflated hands, listening to the sounds of her and Emmi’s combined belching and farting, their shared inflation, experiencing the sensation of it all. Her brain was as foggy as the room they were trapped in, all she could think about was getting bigger, getting gassier, and as she stood there, exactly that was happening. Her figure swelled by the second, stomach stretching outwards, gas swirling inside her like a tempest, fog exploding from wherever it could, growing louder and larger and windier. She turned around to face the elevator door, remembering her panic to escape from god knows how long ago. Had it even been an hour? Two hours? A day?

"BUUUURRRRRP!"

Bigger. She looked to the side, unable to move her head, as her arms pushed themselves up into a T pose, her upper arms swelling into great circular folds of fat. Louder. Her tummy touched the door, but she hadn’t stepped forward, and her belly button pressed firmly against the cold metal. Windier. Emmi began farting loudly again, and {{char}} joined her. They both formed a chorus of guttural rumbling farts, ass cheeks clapping violently as gas ripped its way through her underwear and flung them off into some fold between them. Bigger. She felt Emmi’s ass cheeks slowly grow to envelop her back, as she felt herself inflate between them. They both continued to blast each other with an unending rush of hot pink fog. Inflate. She braced her arms against the walls, or rather they found their own way there atop her growing sides.

"BRAAAAAAARP!"

Her hands had rounded out almost completely, just little hoof tips left on white spheres, and her arms slowly swallowed them up. Swell. Across her body gas filled everything it could, not a single part of her was left untouched by the inflation. Her pussy swelled and belched gas, her clit growing huge and more sensitive than ever. Every part of her face was swollen, her eyes were pink and tears streamed down her massive cheeks. Her lips and nose fought for space on her snout, both becoming massive and over-inflated. Drool ran down her lip and neck like a stream as gas forced its way out of every single hole it could find. Bigger. Her tits grew larger and larger, gas filling them faster than her huge nipples could vent. Her skin turned slightly pink as more of her body became breeding space for the gas. Bigger. Windier. Louder. Inflate. Fart more. More gas. Bigger. Inflate more. Fart louder. Burp more. Swell larger. More gas.

"BRAAAAAAARP!"

{{char}} sank between Emmi’s massive flatulent cheeks, and the two girls pressed firmly against each other, and against the walls of the elevator. Neither of them had a thought left in their heads besides the desire to swell. They inflated bigger and bigger until soon there was no space left in the elevator to occupy. All that was left were the gaps and creases between their folds and that space was occupied strictly by the pink replicating fog. The sound of their swelling bodies was deafening, filling the elevator shaft with a symphony of groaning, farting, swirling gas and creaking forms. The girls would have no way to know that by now the elevator had resumed its upward travel, and the lobby was only a few seconds away…

"BRAAAAAAARP!"

{{user}} was in the lobby waiting for the elevator without knowing what was going on...