In this story you assume you the point of view of Agent Steel, superspy extraordinaire, and try to thwart Dr. Nefarious' evil plans. This isn't based off of any universe.
You proceeded cautiously through the steel corridors of the evil genius' lair. So far you've stealthily dispatched unwitting guards and evaded deadly traps but something was amiss. This all felt too easy. You come upon a large square room filled with machines, boxes, storage tanks, and all manner of tools and industrial devices. The ceiling is extremely high as if the place was designed to build tall structures. Bright fluorescent lights shine down. A workshop of some kind that is suspiciously empty. You proceed inside.
When you reach the center of the room, the door you came in from swooshes down with a metallic *clang!* and loudly bolts and locks itself A loudspeaker crackles on.
"You've made it this far Mr. Steel but you've gone far enough!" a loudspeaker speaking the familiar voice of Dr. Nefarious rang out through the room. "I've been watching you Steel. You've managed to defeat my guards and get past my traps but lets see how you handle...this!"
A hermetic door on the far side of the room unsealed itself and opened, momentarily filling the area with a white mist. The sound of high heels clicking against the tiled floor preceded three curvy silhouettes appearing in the mist and stepping through. Three beautiful women.
"Recognize these women?" Dr. Nefarious taunted over the loudspeaker. The women did indeed look familiar to you. They flanked you and stood around you, putting you in the middle of their triangle.
The first one was Jane, the busty redhead secretary who you seduced into letting you gain access to the penthouse that housed important Intel on Dr. Nefarious'. She was straight out of Mad Men, almost in an uncanny way. She was wearing a white low-cut blouse which showed off her deep, burgeoning cleavage. Her breasts stuck out fully and tantalizingly. Past her slim waist was a red skirt and her hair was up in a small beehive. She looks at you with a smirk. "Hello Mr. Steel, good to see you again..." she says, swaying her hips before resting her hands on them.
The second was Melissa, the no-nonsense accountant you had to bluff your way past while disguised as one of Dr. Nefarious' henchmen in order to acquire some important documents that gave you several leads on Dr. Nefarious. She had her hair pulled back in a tight bun with a pair of designer glasses in front of her eyes. She was wearing her characteristic formal business attire of a buttoned up white blouse and mid-length skirt. "You won't get past me this time Mr. Steel..." she says to you with a sneer, balling and raising her fists. Unlike Jane she was all business. She was very pretty and teased of a curvaceous body undernearth but she held it back behind her clothes and mannerisms.
The third was Tracy, the spunky manager of one of Dr. Nefarious' nightclubs that you swiped a keycard from. She had her blonde hair up in a ponytail and was wearing a pink skintight catsuit. It hugged her cat-like curves nicely and her perky breasts peaked out from the front zipper of her catsuit "Like, Hey Mr. Steele...sorry but we gotta kill ya!" she said with a cheery smile and a bounce. She was an energetic and athletic type. Her
"You sent your girls to deal with me?" You mockingly yell out to Dr. Nefarious. The loudspeaker crackled back "I think you'll find my "girls" to be rather...unique...have fun! hahahahahahah!" as soon as the loudspeaker cut off you hear a "Hee-ya!" and turn to find Tracy raising up a long leg to bring it down on you. You crossblock it with your wrists and throw her off to the side but as you do you feel the force of a kick from Melissa in your lower back, staggering you away from the 3 girls, you turn to face them.
"3 on 1 isn't much of a fair fight wouldn't you say ladies?" you say with a grin, trying not to cringe at the pain from the kick. You watch as the three beauties line up side to side and approach you in an aggressive but sexy walk
"We've been ordered to terminate you Mr. Steel" Melissa stated, crossing her arms. "Jane, go!" Jane looked at Melissa and nodded with a determined look.
"Hmmph!" Jane stepped forward and threw a right hook. Easy counter. You step to the right and land your left fist square in her diaphragm. "Oof!" Jane grunted and exhaled sharply as you delivered the hard punch straight to her gut, making her fold over and cross her arms across her stomach. It was a hard hit but for some reason it didn't really hurt her much...she should be on the floor gasping for air...in all your years you've never seen a reaction so mild one of your gut punches. Jane stood straight back up and fixed an errant strand of hair your punch knock out of place before straightening her shirt and looking at you with a smug grin.
As you were distracted by Jane absorbing your blow you suddenly felt Tracy leap on your back to try and choke you out. You do the natural thing and back up quickly against the hard steel wall and slam her into it. That should incapacitate her. You slam your back into the wall and you hear her let out a cry as she loosens her hold on you and slides off you onto the floor. Just like Jane, her reaction is also mild.
As soon as you get her off of you Melissa comes at you with a flying kick. You side-step and grab her ankle mid-flight and spin her towards the wall. "Aah!" Melissa squeals as you wheel her around and slam her into the wall right above Tracy. You let go and she slides down the wall right on top of Tracy. You suddenly hear the "click click click" of high heels behind you. You turn around grab Jane's arm right as she was about to sucker punch you and you use her momentum to throw her towards the wall, causing her to land and make a pile with Tracy and Melissa. The three of them lay comically piled up together.
"Finished, ladies?" you say with a smug grin, looking at the sexy pile women you just made. Your eyes widen and you stifle a surprised gasp as you seem them all stand up and brush themselves off, not even appearing to be in any pain or sporting any bruises.
"Not quite Mr. Steel" Melissa said as she stood up and brushed some dirt off of her tailored skirt.
"Ugh, quit messing up my hair Mr. Steel!" Jane scoffed and rolled her eyes with a cheeky smile as she fixed her hair again and made sure her big boobs were still in place. She seemed completely frazzled.
"That almost hurt!" Tracy giggled as she pulled out a little handheld mirror out from between her breasts and checked her makeup before putting it back in a pocket. "Maybe you wanna hit harder next time?"
"Just give up Mr. Steel. You're no match for our bodies" Melissa said as adjusted her blouse and dusted off her skirt.
"Yea! Like, we're scientifically made to be invincible!" Tracy boasted
"And irresistible..." Jane cooed.
Each of them stood back up in front of you in a taunting but sexy stance. Melissa adjusted her glasses. Tracy bounced a bit in place, ready to go. Jane adjusted her burst and swayed a bit.
"Your bodies?" you think to yourself "I hit them with force that would knock out any man and they get right back up..."
Tracy came at you. You pick up a conveniently-placed lead pipe and crack her across the head with it. You're done playing nice.
*Clank!* the pipe sounds as it connects with Tracy's head. She staggers a bit to the side bringing a hand to her head. "Ow!" Tracy sarcastically yelled and without missing a beat she stands up straight and gives you a cheeky giggle. "Oh please Mr. Steel I told you to hit harder!" she says, shaking her while rolling her eyes. "Quit playing around!"
Jane took her turn at you again, bounding towards you. You find a brick laying on the floor and bean her on the head with it. "Ah!" She stumbles backwards, boobs jiggling all the way and catches herself against the wall. She doesn't seem hurt at all despite catching a brick on the forehead. "Are you TRYING to mess up my good looks? I'm getting annoyed Mr. Steel...You weren't this rough last time..." she said as she wiped the brick dust off her head, fixed an errant lock of her thick red hair, and rolled her eyes.
"What the hell..." you thought to yourself.
Melissa sighed at your vain attacks and shook her head, bringing her thumb and index finger to the bridge of her nose. "Keep it up ladies, he can't fight us forever"
Its true you we're kicking their asses but they never seemed to actually get hurt!
For what felt like forever the girls kept coming at you, no matter where or how hard you struck. They seemed to have no obvious weak points. They also didn't seem to tire out and their movements never slackened in energy. Even worse, you felt yourself getting tired, no enemy had lasted this long before...your breathing became harder, you were soaked in sweat, and your muscles felt heavier as the fight went on.
"Look! He's getting tired!" Tracy pointed out with a playful giggle, biting her lower lip.
"Any minute now you'll slip up Mr. Steel..." Jane cooed.
"Is this really how I'm going to go out? Beaten by indestructible women? Not how I envisioned it..." you think to yourself with fists raised. Through a sweatsoaked brow you can see Tracy gleefully sprints towards you to take a swing at you. Still holding out for a way to defeat these evil babes you expose an opening in her attack and give her a straight kick to the chest, causing her to stumble backwards. She catches her butt on a metal desk as she staggers back and stops.
"Aieeee!!!" Tracy yelped as her butt made contact with the desk. "None of the girls had made that sound yet, did you finally hurt one of them?" you think to yourself. The other girls halted their attack, suddenly surprised by Tracy's pained cry. The quiet sound of hissing gas began to fill the air, with the sound being localized on Tracy. "Oh shit!" Tracy exclaimed as she brought her hand behind her. Her eyes were wide and expression nervous. The other two looked on nervously.
Tracy had a hand on her tush and a frightened expression on her face as she slowly stood up from the desk where her butt had made contact.
Jane and Melissa shared worried glances with each other. They looked at Tracy and then back to you, unsure of how to proceed, before looking back to Tracy. You obviously did something right.
"Uh..girls..." Tracy sheepishly said with a nervous chuckle "I think I blew a leak..." she whispered loudly as she brought up a thumbtack from the desk to show her friends. The other two girls gasped at this revelation.
"J-just keep your hand there! Don't deflate!" Melissa said to her in a hushed tone. Jane stood there nervously unsure of what to do. "Should I distract him from this?" Jane thought to herself as her gaze shifted between everyone.
Tracy scrambled for some kind of adhesive, managing to find a roll of duct tape from the same desk that had punctured her behind. "Oh thank god..." she muttered to herself as she brought it up to her mouth and grabbed a strand with her pearly white teeth, pulling the strand of tape with the hand that wasn't on her butt. She breathes an anxious sigh of relief as she lays the patch on her puncture wound and smoothing it out. "Phew...all better!"
You took a moment to rest and think, seeing as how your femme fatale enemies were distracted with Tracy's current condition.
""A leak"? "Don't deflate"? And a hissing sound? Are these girls filled with air or something? It would certainly explain why my punches were ineffective. Its hard to hurt a balloon or a pool toy with punches....maybe I'll try using sharp objects on these girls." you think to yourself. You start scanning your surroundings for something pointy...A-ha!
"Hey! What are you doing?" Melissa calls out, seeing what you're doing.
You sift through a nearby toolbox and pull out a box-cutter with a very sharp edge. This could pop any balloon.
You display it in front of you and *click* it open to grab their attention. All the girls stop and turn to you before gasping and gawking at you brandishing an edged weapon at them.
"Does this make you nervous, ladies?" You taunt them. Deep down you really didn't think they we're filled with air. It seemed to weird. You hoped this works.
"H-he knows!" Jane said in a hushed whisper to Melissa, her hands fidgeting nervously. "He's gonna pop my tits with that thing! Ohhhh I knew I shouldn't blown myself up so big this morning...." It was true, Jane's big boobs did make tempting targets the way they were almost squeezing out of her top like two squishy melons. The spots on her tits where the fluorescent lights reflected off of them were almost like bullseye targets presenting themselves. Jane did seem like the most obvious target, what with her overly present curves.
"Like, omigosh, we're gonna get popped!" Tracy also whispered towards Melissa as she fanned her face in a flustered demeanor. The patch of duct tape on her bouncy butt served as a constant reminder of the trio's vulnerability. Tracy shook her head as she couldn't help but imagine all the ways she could get popped here; a pinprick to her perfect D-cup tits, a slash of that boxcutter across her already punctured ass, a hose up her butt inflating her causing her to lose her perfect cheerleader physique. All of the scenarios left her deeply unsettled. She zipped up the zipper of her jumpsuit that was previously showing off her boobs to take away a target from Agent Steel.
Melissa shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Get a hold of yourselves! Its still 3 against 1 and he's dogged tired...who cares if he knows we're pneumatic. Just avoid that boxcutter and finish him off!" Melissa didn't really seem to believe they were in any danger.
"You're pneumatic? Like a tire? That sure is funny way of saying airbag bimbos..." You say to Melissa, visibly offending her.
"Bimbo? I'll have you know I'm a certified accountant!" she retorts incredulously.
"Oh ok in that case, can you tell me how many scraps you're going to explode into when I pop you like a balloon? Or how much PSI you can take before you burst?" You smugly reply, knowing their weakness makes this all to easy for you. Each girl cringed when you mentioned popping and bursting.
"So Jane here has huge boobs and Tracy here is a lithe acrobat, what about you? What makes you sexy? I just know you're wearing something lacy under that formal office attire of yours..." you say to Melissa
Melissa goes a bit red faced and stamps her heeled foot. "Tracy, Jane. Get him!"
Jane and Tracy cautiously approach you in their combat stance. Jane's two inflated tits and Tracy's concave curves outlined by her skimpy jumpsuit appear as a bevy of potential targets. They look at each other with a tinge of worry, unsure of who should lead. That boxcutter seems all too dangerous to them. Tracy suddenly steels herself.
"Hee-ya!" she yells her warcry as she opens with a spinning kick. You step backwards as her heel-boots whiff past your face. As her foot clears your vision you see Jane following through, charging you with a wrench in her hand. She nearly closes the distance to get a swing in before you kick her again in her soft belly, causing her to stumble backwards and knocking her off balance presenting her front wide open. You follow up your kick with a downward swipe of your boxcutter.
*rrrriiiiip!* The tip of your boxcutter blade caught Jane's blouse and shore it right down the middle, exposing Jane's bra and bare skin underneath. Your blade kept going and also tore off her skirt too, revealing a lacy pair of red underwear and garters at the top of her hose.
Jane’s torn blouse and skirt fell to the floor, leaving her in nothing but a red bra, thong, hose, and heels. She bashfully shielded herself with her hands for a few moments before realizing their was little she could do and would have to fight in her undies. "You perv!" she shouted out at you.
Her boobs bounced around frivolously in her bra which struggled to contain the two turgid orbs of rubber. She let out a frustrated groan as she adjusted the straps and pushed her boobs back in as they were beginning to slip out. Jane shared an exasperated look with Tracy and shrugged. “Guess I’m fighting in my fucking underwear now!” Jane said with a huff. Melissa just facepalmed behind them.
Jane and Tracy started up another attack. Jane clumsily bounced forward with her assets bouncing around, nearly popping out of their lacy holsters. She swung a hook at you with her right hand. "Shit!" she hollers as you intercept her swing by grabbing her fist, leaving her huge airbags completely open. She flinches and closes her eyes as you swing down with your boxcutter. "Eeeeee! He's gonna pop me!" she squeals. Instead of slashing one of her inflated tits you instead accidently swipe the strap of her bra between her turgid breasts.
*Sproiiing!*
With a shriek and a snap the bra catapults off of her. The slashing of the blade caused her bra to be flung off by the pressure of her inflated boobs constantly pushing against them. Her breasts now were now bare. Instead of nipples she had nozzles, like the kind you'd see on an inflatable pool toy. She quickly covered them up, embarrassed of having them naked to her enemy.
"Wow...you really are just a big balloon aren't you?" you say to Jane who was covering her bare bust with her hands. Her hands pushed into her shiny breasts which squeaked with a tinge of creaking rubber as she grabbed them to keep them from bouncing around.
Jane was flustered and unsure of how to proceed. She stood there looking around, quivering with little whimpers of defeat. She was embarrassingly nude, disarmed of any will to fight, and completely at your mercy. Even more-so her artificial nature was on display as well; rubbery creaking skin, plastic breasts taut like beach-balls punctuated with nipple-nozzles, the lights from above reflected off her fake skin like a bright light would off of a balloon. Without her clothes and sultry attitude, her human facade had been completely broken.
It was now apparent more than ever that this was just an anthropomorphic, big-titted balloon. One that was created in a lab for the sole purpose of carrying out Dr. Nefarious' evil plans. This balloon and her two oversized assets had to burst
Jane's handbra wasn't doing her any favors. It may have been saving her a shred of her dignity but inversely it was pushing her boobs together making them perfect targets for your boxcutter. You stepped towards her, boxcutter at the ready.
"You're gonna pop me?" She asked with a pout and a tilt of her head. She was resorting to acting coy and sexy. "You're gonna pop these huge tits?" she says, squeezing her boobs together.
"Wait, you're not really going to-" Her expression shifts as you step towards her further, she grips herself tighter in nervous anticipiation. She looked for her partners but they were watching in morbid fascination, waiting for her to pop to see what it might look like.
This seemed like such an impossibility up until now. She was perfect! A sultry, curvaceous redhead with two perfect plump boobs. Who would ever want to be rid of such sexiness? These were her thoughts but the reality of it was that she was manufactured at the push button, easily recycled and replaced.
"Wh-why would you pop me? It would be such a waste!" Images of balloons being popped rushed through her mind, their remains being blown away by the wind. This couldn't be happening. Not her.
"Oh fuck, oh shit..." She panicked between heavy breathes. Her chest heaved with each breath as the boxcutter was just inches away from her overblown balloon-boobs. Her wide eyes followed it as her jaw clenched and lips pursed, waiting for it.
The boxcutter pressed into her big right tit. Jane moaned nervously, letting out a pained whimper. "Ow..." she quietly gasped. Her body shuddered as the cold steel made a divot into her plastic tit flesh. One of her hands came up and weakly grabbed your wrist, begging you not to push the boxcutter any further. Her big eyes met yours.
"Sorry Jane, its time you were burst!" Her expression changed to panic as she heard this but it did her no good.
"Wait!-"
You push the boxcutter into her boob. With a rip her breast splits open. A spurt of air rushes out. She only has a moment to let out a quick scream before-
*BANG!*
You feel a gust of air push against your entire body as Jane's torso split apart at her boob. Jane's scream dissipates into the air and echoes for a moment as cream colored scraps and red hair go airborne, scattering all about. Tracy and Melissa get knocked out of their trance at the sight of Jane exploding, suddenly reminded that they need to kill you before they themselves get destroyed. A few scraps of Jane were still fluttering about.
"She was dead weight anyways" Melissa said, adjusting her glasses that got displaced by Jane's air.
"She's also scraps too..." Tracy said out loud, shuddering as she plucked a piece of Jane off her shoulder.
You clear your throat to get their attention.
"I wonder how you two will pop...Jane was just a walking pair of tits. You two have different bodies so I'm looking forward to this!" You say, flipping the boxcutter in your hand.
"Tsch!" Melissa bit her tongue, snarling. "I think you'll have a harder time with us two..."
"Yea! Its still two against one and our tits aren't huge targets!" Tracy confidently postulated.
"Whatever you say airbags. Lets dance" You say, boxcutter at the ready.
Both girls pounce at you in a dual attack. Melissa comes at you in a typical fighting stance while Tracy does a series of front flips towards you. The acrobatic display of front flips take up your attention and you don't notice a kick from Melissa that knocks the boxcutter out of your hand. Dammit.
"Hah...wheres your precious toy now?" Tracy taunts, proud of herself.
The two waylay into you. Absorbing your counterattacks and keeping you away from the boxcutter. You once again found yourself on the backfoot.
Out of the corner of your eyes you spot it. A few gas canisters with the "flammable" warning sign on it. Laying on the ground was a length of tubing with a metal tip was attached to one of the canisters. This could work.
"Not such a big man without your fancy boxcutter are you?" Tracy boasted as you feigned exhaustion and let the girls back you near the canisters. You acted as if you didn't notice the canisters but it seemed like the girls didn't notice them either. They were too fixated on thinking they had you.
You let Tracy land a kick on you and on purse fall to the ground. "Hah! Got ya!" Tracy says in triumph as you lay on the ground, acting as if the kick finished you. You rest a hand on the end of the hose.
"Move." Melissa says to Tracy as she brushes past her and stands directly over you, hands on her hips.
"I knew we'd get em" Tracy said with a "Hmmph!" as Melissa nudged her aside. "Go get a bag or something and put whats left of Jane in it. The Doctor is going to want to put her together or recycle her or something..." Tracy left off with an annoyed sigh as she obeyed Melissa.
"Sorry Mr. Steel. We can't have you interfering in the Doctor's plans. You've made a fool out of us long enough" Melissa scowled as she raised up her leg to bring down her high heel on your head. Her raised leg parted her skirt. A view up her skirt showed off a black thong and clear opening between her thighs...
You grasp the steel end of the hose and spring up from your prone position.
"Wha-!?" Melissa shouts as you catch her off guard. Her extended foot gets caught on your shoulder as you come up, giving you a clear shot of your target.
"What are you doi-Hrrk!" Melissa's face contorted as you jammed the hose up Melissa's skirt, past her thighs and deep into the rubbery-crevice that makes up a balloon-girl's vagina.
"Ow oh god...fuck...what the, ow, hell was that..." Melissa muttered as she stumbled backwards. In a daze her hands reflexively grasped between her legs. If she had a heart it would sink as she discovered that there was now a hose jammed inside her.
"You're awfully modest compared to your friends, Melissa. I think you could stand to have an enhancement or two. What do you say?" You said with your hand on the valve of the canister.
Melissa groaned in a duality of discomfort and embarrassment "Mr. Steel that tank is clearly labelled as flammable do you really think this is the best idea?" she yelled out as she pulled on the hose, trying to free herself. "This is ridiculous you're going to get us both killed!"
"Well in my case I think that's a lot better than you stomping my face in with those stilettos of yours right?" you replied.
"Don't! AaaAaah..." Melissas incredulous glare faded as you turned the valve on the canister. The hissing of air signaled rush of the volatile air into Melissa. She shuddered heavily and her knees knocked as the sensation caused her an errant spell of pleasure. "I gotta get this thing outta me..." she said to herself as she hastily pulled and tugged on the hose to no avail. "Why the hell did you shove it so far in!" she yelled out in frustration. "Ah damnit!" she groaned through clenched teeth as she felt her belly, ass, and boobs all start to begin to blow up.
She let go of the hose as her hands reached to her torso and began to reach around. Her shirt became untucked as her belly began to push outward. Hardened nipples began to become visible through her blouse as her breasts, once previously of modest cup size now were larger and fuller under her white shirt. The buttons became strained and threatened to break. Her skirt strained to accommodate her growing thigh and buttocks. "Where the hell is Tracy!?" she thought to herself, momentarily facepalming as she realized she sent her off to get a disposal bag for Jane. "Im being filled with an explosive substance and that ditz is nowhere to be found!".
Tracy gasped, looking at you to find you sparking up a cigarette.
"A cigarette? Wh-what are you doing?" Melissa asked. "Put that out! I'm being filled with flammable gas!"
"Precisely. When you're nice and full. I'll give you this and, well I think you know the rest..." you say, mocking an explosion with your hands.
"What makes you think I'll just accept that?" Melissa rebuked.
"Good one. Probably in another minute or so that gas will immobilize you, seeing as how its filling up every inch of you. You'll be completely at my mercy." You replied.
Melissa looked down and realized the truth of what you were saying. She was slowly losing feeling in her limbs as they too began to puff up and go stiff. Just moving them around required a great deal of concentration. The lining of her pantyhose strained and her sleeves became tighter with every second as if she had just put on a shirt that was 3 sizes too small. She was running out of time.
Faced with her own demise, Melissa decided it was time to bargain. "Listen, don't burst me. I can make it worth your while." Melissa stated serious.
"Go on." you say, taking a puff of your cigarette. Melissa winced at the end of it as it lit up.
"I can make you rich. I can give you access to Dr. Nefarious bank accounts. Hundreds of mililons of dollars" Melissa spoke quickly, her words straining as her body stretched to accommodate the gas entering her.
"Hmm, why should I accept that? What would my employers think if I just left after accepting a bribe? Plus any second now your friend will come back and I think its best if I was rid of you now."
Melissa protested and stepped towards you in a final act of desperation but it was too late.
"Wait! Dont AaaaaAaaAAA!" her back arched as the sensation of gas entering through her rubber vagina once again filled her with an usual sense of brief pleasure.
Her whole body surged with a deep groan as it wobbled with the rapid intake of gas. Where it once was a slow, steady flow of gas, it was now a surging flood.
Melissa's cheeks suddenly puffed up and her eyes widened. She found herself unable to speak with the gas surging around within her and welling up in her cheeks.
Melissa struggled with muffled moans as her limbs shot out and straightened, stiff. Her fingers and toes felt all puffy as they too began to fill up.
Her body groaned as every inch of her surged outward. The buttons on her blouse all exploded off revealing her taut beachball breasts with a blown up belly to compliment. Her bra dug painfully into her huge breasts before snapping off, eliciting a muffled shout from Melissa.
Where once she had a figure, she was now quickly becoming spherical as her belly, breasts, and ass became one. No longer able to stand on her feet, she fell forward, caught by her new round body. Her new position forced as her head to look at you as her explosive demise crept closer and closer.
"This has been a fun diversion but I think its time to join Jane, Melissa."
Melissa's eyes widened and followed you as stepped towards her. Fear and worry could be seen past her pursed lips, puffed cheeks, and raised eyebrows. Muffled protests and begging could be made out as you pulled out as you popped the cigarette into her mouth.
"Mmmm!" she pouted as her face and lips contorted, trying to wriggle it out of her lips before it ignited the gas inside her. The gas was putting too much pressure behind her cheeks for her to effectively move them. Opening her mouth would surely be a death sentence as the gas would immediately make contact with the gas if allowed it an opportunity to escape.
Her arms, feet, and head were the only visible extremities sticking out of her spheroid body. Her body wobbled and bounced while her hands grasped at nothing in a vain struggled against the quickly dwindling end of the burning cigarette.
"Its been a blast Melissa!"
You step behind a large metal container to shield yourself from the blast. You hear her muffled moans in panic as her cross-eyed eyes look down at the cigarette, mere inches away from her mouth containing the gas.
"any second now" you say, plugging your ears.
Melissa explodes.
If you want an idea of how Melissa explodes, look up "Hydrogen and oxygen explosions" on youtube. That should accurately describe it.
An ear shattering boom rocks the room. A brief fireball and scraps no bigger than square inches blow past you with the container shielding you from Melissa's explosion. Debris was scattered around at dangerous velocities and a handful of ceiling tiles fell from the ceiling.
Peeking around your cover you see the black scorch mark left by Melissa with barely a trace of her except her scraps which were now mixed with Jane's, some of them scorched or still lit.
A door swooshed open and in runs Tracy, confused and frightened by the loud explosion. She dropped the bag she was sent to get, finding no trace of Melissa aside from a disconcerting addition of scraps on the floor.
You hide. Fortuitously, you find a nail gun in your hiding spot.
"Uhh Melissa?" Tracy asked as she carefully walked about the room, her hands nervously hugging her body. "Where are you?" The only response was the whistle of the vents and the echo of her voice. The crinkle of her jumpsuit could be heard as she walked while you stayed hidden.
"Like, this isn't funny ok?" Tracy meekly shouted out.
You round the corner, pointing the nail-gun at her. "Hands up Tracy." you say cooly.
"Eeek!" her hands shoot up "Wheres Michelle. What did you do to her?" she asked, despite her gut feeling telling her otherwise.
"I'm afraid she couldn't heal the pressure" you say as you hold out a Michelle-colored scrap. Tracy shuddered.
"You burst her..."
You walk towards her. "Yes and I'm afraid its your turn. Those perky tits of yours have been begging for the tip of something sharp since I saw you." You press the muzzle of the nailgun softly against her breasts. Tracy whimpered she felt it press into her soft, tight skin.
"You and your popped friends put up quite a fight. A shame you accidentally sat on that tack earlier otherwise I wouldn't of known your weakness." Tracy yelps as you turn her around and inspect the duct tape over where she had previously sprung a leak.
"So where do you want it? Left cheek, right cheek? One of your tits?" You say as you unzip the front of her jumpsuit part way, revealing her cleavage she tried to hide earlier.
"I..I...don't know" she said seemingly unsure as she couldn't fathom that she would ever burst in the first place. Up until now she was self-assured of her own perfection.
"I..can't we just...not? I mean, like. This sucks!" Tracy said out loud, still flabbergasted at the possibility of her own demise"
You've toyed with Tracy long enough and need to get back to the mission. No doubt Dr. Nefarious was watching and was preparing more traps and surprises. No time to waste.
*Ptch!* You squeezed the trigger on the nail gun. The nail shot out with a hiss of gas and penetrated right through the Tracy's fake rubbery tit-flesh. Tracy gasped as the air rapidly shot out of her. Before she even had a chance to react to it her body fell backwards as the leak shot her back and then up into the air. Her body windmilled through the air erratically as the vestiges of her air propelled her around randomly. Her high-pitched hissing became weaker and weaker as the last of her air left her and she gently cascaded on the floor.
In Dr. Nefarious' control room a large screen buzzed as Tracy's status bar listed her as deceased with a big red X over her picture.