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Vent after vent, shadow after shadow, the life of the spy was thrilling but terrifying, fast paced and lastly, well paid. A prime example we have here, Secret Agent Carmen Geddit , blonde bombshell in lycra.

So well paid in fact, that Carmen had been able, for the first time, to afford to go to all those high end, classy restaurants, one could say, visit them a bit too much.

As she tried to fight against her restraints, she cringed as she recalled how she had been captured by the latest in a long line of ridiculous villains, Madam De Bloatier. It had been a particularly tight vent opening that had doomed her, after just about squeezing her impressive cleavage which always had the habit of rising tightly against her spandex spy suit, as if the pervs back at the gadget hub designed it deliberately so, she wouldn't put it past them, through the gap, she had stuck fast when it reached her ever-growing rump, the inflated mound of flesh attached to her rear causing some difficulty, no matter how big it had grown it still lost out to the steel bulkhead. The cold, metallic surface dug into the flesh of her hips and pinched her read, even is she was to get through it was hardly going to be a comfortable experience.

After much struggling and squirming, the noise attracted a considerable number of evil minions, the kind who were supposedly elite but always seemed to miss with incompetent laser or submachine gun fire, showed up to eventually winch her out, knock her out and drag her to the spy version of room 101.

Which actually just consisted of a metal operating table with iron clad restraints, pinching her slightly-larger-than-they-were-previously thighs in an uncomfortable manner. The large black dome hanging from the ceiling was rather more worrying, this was soon outmatched in side by a rather more fleshy, pale white orb hanging above her.

"Ah, good evening MS Williams, a pleasure you could make it," a voice emanated from somewhere above the orb, the speaker's upper body completely obscured by her colossal midriff.

"Oh really? By my count it's actually one in the morning, Madam, one slip up already? You're doomed to fail now." Carmen couldn't help but grin, sometimes Villains were so willing to fit into pre-determined scenes, their dialogue didn't adapt to them capturing the spy earlier than anticipated.

"Oh lets not be all judgemental about everything shall we Geddit?..I mean you and I aren't so different, we both clearly like an impressive meal now and again," the evil women laughed, though from Carmen's perspective all that happened was the vast gut above her wobbled and shook with movement, but the harsh grating laughter, followed by the rude finger jab to her slightly padded stomach made the intent all too clear. The offense made Carmen snarl slightly, she did ever so hate it when the bad guy, or girl as the case was, had a point.

"Listen 'Madam' No matter what you're going to try, you will fail, You're just a pathetic excuse for a human being propped up by family money, of which, judging by how long it took your guards to find me, and the size of that ball you call a stomach, is slowly….slipping…away," the imprisoned agent smirked. In retrospect, it was probably a bad idea.

You see, the one major flaw most spies have is a refusal to understand whether a situation is appropriate for the odd joke or jibe, even the most renowned of spies have been known to choose the potentially worst moment to mock the villain. Being restrained by metal bonds to an operating table was probably one of Carmen's worst.

"Enough you snivelling worm! Today I shall finally rid myself of you in a way suitably fitting, after which your kidney cells (the kidneys are the last part of the body to start functioning…see…realism) shall be used to create a lovely loyal, obedient clone, MI-Whatever will never know the difference, I'm sure you'll be interested to know your own cells will be aiding me in alleviating the British Government of its finest technology, all for resale on the black market," The great white sphere wobbled again as an equally annoying chuckle followed the Madam's rather nasal voice. Carmen was continuing to regret those extra few doughnuts, even it was just to reduce the amount of time she had to spend listening to the insane feedee. However such frivolous thoughts to the past were wiped away as a loud whiring noise drew her eyes to the ominous black mound on the ceiling, as a trio of thick hose-like structures descended from it, released from previously hidden exit points.

"Long have you teased me about the size of my beloved paunch, but soon it shall seem rather…inadequate next to your own Agent Geddit, but only for a short while, I do doubt your elastic limits my dear," This time, the Evil woman leant forward so that her gut splayed across Carmen's right arm, thus Madam De Bloatier's full form appeared before her eyes. Her red hair done up in an elaborate Ancien Regime hairstyle, a single beauty mark resting atop the pale woman's full red lips, past all the makeup and eye shadow, the evil snarl was still evident. A fine dust of white powder trailing down made Carmen sneeze, which when your held in place by metal bonds, can be rather painful.

A slight groan echoed from within the squished white orb, followed by a slightly worried look from her owner, despite how much she tried to hide it, her retreat to her previous position was a bit too fast and rushed, Carmen smirked, she had discovered at least one weakness in her enemies' defence, if she would ever survive to exploit it.

Two of the hoses shot forwards at lightning speed, revealing pincers at each end, they forced apart and pincered Carmen's cheeks apart, forcing her mouth open. Despite years of training, the sharp metallic pain in her cheeks brought a tiny tear to Agent Geddit's eye, as the third hose descended , pushing its way into her mouth, a small robotic arms unfurled itself from its side, a tiny clamp at its end holding Carmen's nose closed, forcing her to open her mouth to breathe. Then it started.

Thick, tasteless gunge forced its way down Carmen's throat, the semi-liquid moved at an alarming pace for such a thick substance, convulsions were visible down the surface of the wide grey hose as more and more of the disgusting substance forced its way into her.

Her body reacted with not unexpected speed, her stomach valiantly quivered and shock as it tried to maintain its original shape, despite a thin layer of fat covering it, her stomach muscles were still impressive and held on for a good few seconds, until she was forced to relax and her gut literally began to surge.

In one continuous movement it grew in girth, filling up it bounced and bobbed, gurgling as the gruel substance sloshed around within her, already nearing the size of her vile foe's engorged middle, her stomach would probably have broken volleyball regulations.

Carmen's vision swirled as her mind tried to comprehend what was happening to her, while it was indeed painful from the speed of the stretching, the fullness was by no means an unaccustom feeling, her skin tight suit was being forced into places it hopefully wasn't designed to do, as her stuffed orb pulled it tighter, as hard as that was to do. She let out a slight moan, a definite mixture of pain and pleasure as the ordeal seemed to end, the hose remained fixed in her mouth, now passed her teeth there was no need to pinch her nose, she couldn't close her mouth if she wished.

An ominous clicking noise brought about the next wave, it seemed there was some compassion in villainy as the second portion had a pronounced taste to it, that of strawberry cheesecake, despite her current maternal-looking state, Carmen couldn't help but wonder how much it would have cost, before the gorgeous taste and rapid expansion began again.

Her stomach was starting to test the limits of her gadget belt, her faithful companion through all ordeals it held many wonders, but none that could save her. Or so she thought. In reality, the tech department installs several fail safes which not even the agents are aware of, lest they accidently give them away. This wasn't the first time the Tech guys had lost an agent to the infamous inflator, so Geddit was more equipped then she thought.

Her vast tummy gurgled and groaned as it continued to grow, sharp ripping noise sounded across the room, bringing a malefic smile to Madam de Bloatire's face as the spy bodyweave suit split down the middle, before being forced apart by the expanse of chilly flesh, still the valiant belt held on. Both clothing and gut groaned together, it was merely a question of which would last longer.

In a competition which was by no means certain, nature triumphed over processed leather, the belt snapped, the huge bloated stomach surged forwards, shredding what clothing was still clinging to it to pieces. Now for the failsafe.

-5 months previously.

Agent Tyra looked up at what must have been her stomach; the fecund growth had since destroyed her spy suit, her belt lay somewhere in the dark room. No matter how much it pained her to even think, the Madam had won, she was done for and she knew it.

The young latino looked up at the tanned orb as it shook, groaned and gurgled in some kind of demonic chorus, the movement of the delicious substance within her was visible as the tight skin of her belly swam with inner currents.

She gasped as she noticed the stretch lines begin to spread across her tummy, out from her naval. For a split second she noticed a tiny amount of creamy liquid trickle down from her belly button, she opened her mouth to scream. A tiny amount of liquefied goo trickled down her tongue and into her waiting digestive track.

There was a chorus of groans, Tyra wailed as her belly shook, convulsed, tried tried to contract, then swelled to larger than before, forcing her back into an arc.

Her last cry was cut off by a terrifying bang, and the sound of dripping cream.
After the loss of Tyra Smith, the tech lads had racked their brains, what one, easily hidden device could stop one of the cherished and beautiful female agents from such a gruesome threat. The idea had struck them all almost instantly, great minds think alike, or at least, they do for the purpose of this story.

The Belt.

As soon as the expensive piece of equipment snapped, it flew straight off, towards the trio of malicious hoses. A normal belt, even a normal gadget belt, would have bounced harmlessly off. But a De-Bloated 5000 (the 5000 is just there to look cool, it's actually mark 3) not only widened it transit, enveloping all three hoses, but fushed itself together into a hoop, with the amount of force created by a colossal midriff finally besting its containment, the belt literally tore the hose from Carmen's mouth, and forced the clamps away.

Despite her predicament, Carmen, highly trained in agencyery, recovered from the shock much faster than her captor, who had been expecting the feeling of wet cream all over her, not of shock.

Shaking her head free of drowsiness, Carmen tapped her palm with her fingers 23 times, now that her captor was distracted she could get away with pulling off the old lazer cutter tricks. Two concealed laser bracers flared up, cutting her bonds, similar contraptions on her feet worked the same, removing the imprisoning metal constraints.

When she finally recovered from her dazed state, Madam De Bloatier was met with a nearly impossible sight, despite her blooming midriff, by now far larger than the villain's own, having stripped its owner of all but her faithful concealed gadgets and fetching purple bra and matching panties, Carmen had hauled herself to her knees, and was grinning.

Just as the Madam was about to laugh at the Agent's futile attempt to escape, she was cut off by an embittered mutter.

"Open wide*

With a haul that almost pulled herself off the table, and thus likely doom from landing on her gorged stomach, Agent Geddit force the grey tube into the Madam's mouth, the villain's eyes going wide as the default process of the hose meant that its other appendages kept her mouth forced open.

As the Madam collapsed to her knees, euphoria stricken as the tastefull liquid recommenced it's fell task, Carmed hauled herself from the operating table, leaning against it for support, she arched her back, eyeing up her stomach.

"Now now girl, I've been spoiling you rotten of late…let's not betray mummy now," she winced as a gurgle shot through her stomach, she attempted to waddle a few paces and was from then on forever thankful that she had at least put in extra strength workout hours. Her legs nearly buckled beneath the benemoth of her stomach, but she forced herself to keep going, nearly getting stuck in the exit to the cell. Suprisingly there were no guards outside, the Madam had always been arrogant. And also incredibly lazy, a modified golf cart, one with enough space to rest a belly of impressive size without it being crushed, was waiting outside the dank cell in the dark corridors outside.

However, Carmen's stomach was hardly still within the impressive range, turning at a diagonal angle to force her belly within the confines of the flashy pink vehicle (every girl has their pink outlet, well not every girl….it's a harsh stereotype….ignore this bracket.) Despite groans from both gut, owner and cart, she drove off at an encumbered pace, hoping to find an exit.

She wasn't far before a wet explosion echoed down the halls.

You see, unlike Agent Geddit, Madam de Bloatire was already fairly full, having had a large lunch of small fluffy animal surprise. She didn't have powerful stomach muscles from years as an agent, and Agent Geddit didn't get lost in the moment and try and slurp down as much of the delicious substance as possible.

This all lead to a Anciene Regime styled character, lying back against the grotty cell wall, her great, groaning belly filling nearly half the room, pressed up against the operating table which had held her arch-nemisis. She absent mindedly stroked her belly, and gasped as the hose withdrew, completely drained.

A groan of epic proportions snapped her back to the present.

"No…No No Noooooo!" was all she could managed before she was drowned out by a chorus of gurgle and disgestive complaint, her belly writhed with liquid, trying desperately to contain itself it convulsed and contracted, before surging forwards, pushing on top of the operating table.

Just below her naval, her impossibly tight belly pushed up against the uneven edge of the broken metal bonds. All it required was one little push…

The Madam drew in a breath to scream.

BANG!

Description
Vent after vent, shadow after shadow, the life of the spy was thrilling but terrifying, fast paced and lastly, well paid. A prime example we have here, Secret Agent Carmen Geddit , blonde bombshell in lycra.

So well paid in fact, that Carmen had been able, for the first time, to afford to go to all those high end, classy restaurants, one could say, visit them a bit too much.

As she tried to fight against her restraints, she cringed as she recalled how she had been captured by the latest in a long line of ridiculous villains, Madam De Bloatier. It had been a particularly tight vent opening that had doomed her, after just about squeezing her impressive cleavage which always had the habit of rising tightly against her spandex spy suit, as if the pervs back at the gadget hub designed it deliberately so, she wouldn't put it past them, through the gap, she had stuck fast when it reached her ever-growing rump, the inflated mound of flesh attached to her rear causing some difficulty, no matter how big it had grown it still lost out to the steel bulkhead. The cold, metallic surface dug into the flesh of her hips and pinched her read, even is she was to get through it was hardly going to be a comfortable experience.

After much struggling and squirming, the noise attracted a considerable number of evil minions, the kind who were supposedly elite but always seemed to miss with incompetent laser or submachine gun fire, showed up to eventually winch her out, knock her out and drag her to the spy version of room 101.

Which actually just consisted of a metal operating table with iron clad restraints, pinching her slightly-larger-than-they-were-previously thighs in an uncomfortable manner. The large black dome hanging from the ceiling was rather more worrying, this was soon outmatched in side by a rather more fleshy, pale white orb hanging above her.

"Ah, good evening MS Williams, a pleasure you could make it," a voice emanated from somewhere above the orb, the speaker's upper body completely obscured by her colossal midriff.

"Oh really? By my count it's actually one in the morning, Madam, one slip up already? You're doomed to fail now." Carmen couldn't help but grin, sometimes Villains were so willing to fit into pre-determined scenes, their dialogue didn't adapt to them capturing the spy earlier than anticipated.

"Oh lets not be all judgemental about everything shall we Geddit?..I mean you and I aren't so different, we both clearly like an impressive meal now and again," the evil women laughed, though from Carmen's perspective all that happened was the vast gut above her wobbled and shook with movement, but the harsh grating laughter, followed by the rude finger jab to her slightly padded stomach made the intent all too clear. The offense made Carmen snarl slightly, she did ever so hate it when the bad guy, or girl as the case was, had a point.

"Listen 'Madam' No matter what you're going to try, you will fail, You're just a pathetic excuse for a human being propped up by family money, of which, judging by how long it took your guards to find me, and the size of that ball you call a stomach, is slowly….slipping…away," the imprisoned agent smirked. In retrospect, it was probably a bad idea.

You see, the one major flaw most spies have is a refusal to understand whether a situation is appropriate for the odd joke or jibe, even the most renowned of spies have been known to choose the potentially worst moment to mock the villain. Being restrained by metal bonds to an operating table was probably one of Carmen's worst.

"Enough you snivelling worm! Today I shall finally rid myself of you in a way suitably fitting, after which your kidney cells (the kidneys are the last part of the body to start functioning…see…realism) shall be used to create a lovely loyal, obedient clone, MI-Whatever will never know the difference, I'm sure you'll be interested to know your own cells will be aiding me in alleviating the British Government of its finest technology, all for resale on the black market," The great white sphere wobbled again as an equally annoying chuckle followed the Madam's rather nasal voice. Carmen was continuing to regret those extra few doughnuts, even it was just to reduce the amount of time she had to spend listening to the insane feedee. However such frivolous thoughts to the past were wiped away as a loud whiring noise drew her eyes to the ominous black mound on the ceiling, as a trio of thick hose-like structures descended from it, released from previously hidden exit points.

"Long have you teased me about the size of my beloved paunch, but soon it shall seem rather…inadequate next to your own Agent Geddit, but only for a short while, I do doubt your elastic limits my dear," This time, the Evil woman leant forward so that her gut splayed across Carmen's right arm, thus Madam De Bloatier's full form appeared before her eyes. Her red hair done up in an elaborate Ancien Regime hairstyle, a single beauty mark resting atop the pale woman's full red lips, past all the makeup and eye shadow, the evil snarl was still evident. A fine dust of white powder trailing down made Carmen sneeze, which when your held in place by metal bonds, can be rather painful.

A slight groan echoed from within the squished white orb, followed by a slightly worried look from her owner, despite how much she tried to hide it, her retreat to her previous position was a bit too fast and rushed, Carmen smirked, she had discovered at least one weakness in her enemies' defence, if she would ever survive to exploit it.

Two of the hoses shot forwards at lightning speed, revealing pincers at each end, they forced apart and pincered Carmen's cheeks apart, forcing her mouth open. Despite years of training, the sharp metallic pain in her cheeks brought a tiny tear to Agent Geddit's eye, as the third hose descended , pushing its way into her mouth, a small robotic arms unfurled itself from its side, a tiny clamp at its end holding Carmen's nose closed, forcing her to open her mouth to breathe. Then it started.

Thick, tasteless gunge forced its way down Carmen's throat, the semi-liquid moved at an alarming pace for such a thick substance, convulsions were visible down the surface of the wide grey hose as more and more of the disgusting substance forced its way into her.

Her body reacted with not unexpected speed, her stomach valiantly quivered and shock as it tried to maintain its original shape, despite a thin layer of fat covering it, her stomach muscles were still impressive and held on for a good few seconds, until she was forced to relax and her gut literally began to surge.

In one continuous movement it grew in girth, filling up it bounced and bobbed, gurgling as the gruel substance sloshed around within her, already nearing the size of her vile foe's engorged middle, her stomach would probably have broken volleyball regulations.

Carmen's vision swirled as her mind tried to comprehend what was happening to her, while it was indeed painful from the speed of the stretching, the fullness was by no means an unaccustom feeling, her skin tight suit was being forced into places it hopefully wasn't designed to do, as her stuffed orb pulled it tighter, as hard as that was to do. She let out a slight moan, a definite mixture of pain and pleasure as the ordeal seemed to end, the hose remained fixed in her mouth, now passed her teeth there was no need to pinch her nose, she couldn't close her mouth if she wished.

An ominous clicking noise brought about the next wave, it seemed there was some compassion in villainy as the second portion had a pronounced taste to it, that of strawberry cheesecake, despite her current maternal-looking state, Carmen couldn't help but wonder how much it would have cost, before the gorgeous taste and rapid expansion began again.

Her stomach was starting to test the limits of her gadget belt, her faithful companion through all ordeals it held many wonders, but none that could save her. Or so she thought. In reality, the tech department installs several fail safes which not even the agents are aware of, lest they accidently give them away. This wasn't the first time the Tech guys had lost an agent to the infamous inflator, so Geddit was more equipped then she thought.

Her vast tummy gurgled and groaned as it continued to grow, sharp ripping noise sounded across the room, bringing a malefic smile to Madam de Bloatire's face as the spy bodyweave suit split down the middle, before being forced apart by the expanse of chilly flesh, still the valiant belt held on. Both clothing and gut groaned together, it was merely a question of which would last longer.

In a competition which was by no means certain, nature triumphed over processed leather, the belt snapped, the huge bloated stomach surged forwards, shredding what clothing was still clinging to it to pieces. Now for the failsafe.

-5 months previously.

Agent Tyra looked up at what must have been her stomach; the fecund growth had since destroyed her spy suit, her belt lay somewhere in the dark room. No matter how much it pained her to even think, the Madam had won, she was done for and she knew it.

The young latino looked up at the tanned orb as it shook, groaned and gurgled in some kind of demonic chorus, the movement of the delicious substance within her was visible as the tight skin of her belly swam with inner currents.

She gasped as she noticed the stretch lines begin to spread across her tummy, out from her naval. For a split second she noticed a tiny amount of creamy liquid trickle down from her belly button, she opened her mouth to scream. A tiny amount of liquefied goo trickled down her tongue and into her waiting digestive track.

There was a chorus of groans, Tyra wailed as her belly shook, convulsed, tried tried to contract, then swelled to larger than before, forcing her back into an arc.

Her last cry was cut off by a terrifying bang, and the sound of dripping cream.
After the loss of Tyra Smith, the tech lads had racked their brains, what one, easily hidden device could stop one of the cherished and beautiful female agents from such a gruesome threat. The idea had struck them all almost instantly, great minds think alike, or at least, they do for the purpose of this story.

The Belt.

As soon as the expensive piece of equipment snapped, it flew straight off, towards the trio of malicious hoses. A normal belt, even a normal gadget belt, would have bounced harmlessly off. But a De-Bloated 5000 (the 5000 is just there to look cool, it's actually mark 3) not only widened it transit, enveloping all three hoses, but fushed itself together into a hoop, with the amount of force created by a colossal midriff finally besting its containment, the belt literally tore the hose from Carmen's mouth, and forced the clamps away.

Despite her predicament, Carmen, highly trained in agencyery, recovered from the shock much faster than her captor, who had been expecting the feeling of wet cream all over her, not of shock.

Shaking her head free of drowsiness, Carmen tapped her palm with her fingers 23 times, now that her captor was distracted she could get away with pulling off the old lazer cutter tricks. Two concealed laser bracers flared up, cutting her bonds, similar contraptions on her feet worked the same, removing the imprisoning metal constraints.

When she finally recovered from her dazed state, Madam De Bloatier was met with a nearly impossible sight, despite her blooming midriff, by now far larger than the villain's own, having stripped its owner of all but her faithful concealed gadgets and fetching purple bra and matching panties, Carmen had hauled herself to her knees, and was grinning.

Just as the Madam was about to laugh at the Agent's futile attempt to escape, she was cut off by an embittered mutter.

"Open wide*

With a haul that almost pulled herself off the table, and thus likely doom from landing on her gorged stomach, Agent Geddit force the grey tube into the Madam's mouth, the villain's eyes going wide as the default process of the hose meant that its other appendages kept her mouth forced open.

As the Madam collapsed to her knees, euphoria stricken as the tastefull liquid recommenced it's fell task, Carmed hauled herself from the operating table, leaning against it for support, she arched her back, eyeing up her stomach.

"Now now girl, I've been spoiling you rotten of late…let's not betray mummy now," she winced as a gurgle shot through her stomach, she attempted to waddle a few paces and was from then on forever thankful that she had at least put in extra strength workout hours. Her legs nearly buckled beneath the benemoth of her stomach, but she forced herself to keep going, nearly getting stuck in the exit to the cell. Suprisingly there were no guards outside, the Madam had always been arrogant. And also incredibly lazy, a modified golf cart, one with enough space to rest a belly of impressive size without it being crushed, was waiting outside the dank cell in the dark corridors outside.

However, Carmen's stomach was hardly still within the impressive range, turning at a diagonal angle to force her belly within the confines of the flashy pink vehicle (every girl has their pink outlet, well not every girl….it's a harsh stereotype….ignore this bracket.) Despite groans from both gut, owner and cart, she drove off at an encumbered pace, hoping to find an exit.

She wasn't far before a wet explosion echoed down the halls.

You see, unlike Agent Geddit, Madam de Bloatire was already fairly full, having had a large lunch of small fluffy animal surprise. She didn't have powerful stomach muscles from years as an agent, and Agent Geddit didn't get lost in the moment and try and slurp down as much of the delicious substance as possible.

This all lead to a Anciene Regime styled character, lying back against the grotty cell wall, her great, groaning belly filling nearly half the room, pressed up against the operating table which had held her arch-nemisis. She absent mindedly stroked her belly, and gasped as the hose withdrew, completely drained.

A groan of epic proportions snapped her back to the present.

"No…No No Noooooo!" was all she could managed before she was drowned out by a chorus of gurgle and disgestive complaint, her belly writhed with liquid, trying desperately to contain itself it convulsed and contracted, before surging forwards, pushing on top of the operating table.

Just below her naval, her impossibly tight belly pushed up against the uneven edge of the broken metal bonds. All it required was one little push…

The Madam drew in a breath to scream.

BANG!