To meet the rising demands for “companion” bots, an up and coming tech company develops “Haydee”. A humanoid android built with a voluptuous figure to hopefully satisfy the company’s demographic.
The CEO volunteers to oversee and observe the stress test for Haydee to ensure a quality product.
Haydee Model Redux by Planet-Mojo and Nodu
Voiced by savillevoices
thepyroaccount asked:
fat-haydee answered:
Yup it’s twitter :3 https://twitter.com/FatHaydee
spub-ya-boi asked:
phantasyinflate answered:
Mostly through Bodyinflation.org and F-list.net. I used to find a lot on Infatechan when that was still a thing and I’m meeting a few here.
She wasn’t going to lose. Not to her. Not to anyone. Especially not to that proud horse girl. Who did she think she was, anyway? To try and take his heart away. That wasn’t going to happen, and what arrived in the mail would see to that. Miia slithered her way towards the door as soon as she saw the delivery man walk casually up towards it, entirely unaware of what he was about to be responsible for. The man would dip in, the sound of the package dropping onto the that little slice of concrete just beyond the door was barely audible, and by the time Miia opened the door, as quietly as she could, all that would remain would be just that, a small package, brown and light. Holding it in her hands, as stealthy as she was trying to be, she couldn’t help but remain there and smile, a grin that would stretch as far as it could. She had it! It was in her hands! It was real! She couldn’t believe the price for something like this, and being shipped from so, so far away was a little sketchy, but the money wasn’t wasted. For now at least. She couldn’t peel her eyes away from it as she held it up, her voice gently squeaking out of her.
Only to be caught by another. “Um. Miia. What are you doing?” No! Not now! “Ah-ha… Nothing, nothing! I was, um.” Her mind swiftly went blank! She sat there for far too long, too proud of her accomplishment! She had to go, fast! So fast in fact, that even amidst these thoughts she was already slithering to her room as swiftly as the great lengths of her tail could aid her. She’d have worried more about what the other girls might have thought of her and her hurried actions, but they knew, and she knew. They were used to her acting strange. As she swiftly closed the door behind her she’d let out a deep breath, but she couldn’t at all let out the color that had risen to her face, the innocent blushing of a sinful dame. What she was about to do, how could she not be embarrassed about it? Even opening the package, tearing open the brown, bubble-wrap protected envelope, she could only feel her heart racing even further. Things could still go wrong. She could have been sent something different. Ginseng, upset stomach supplements, multivitamins. Helium pills.
A name comprised of characters she couldn’t quite decipher. She’d have been more worried, had it not been from the rest of the label. From the picture printed on the very same she could tell. These were the breast enhancement supplements she’d ordered. Almost out of sheer paranoia would she look over her shoulder at the closed door behind her. No one was there. She slithered around and about her room, under each stuffed animal, beneath the sheets, the bed, closet, everywhere. No one. But wait! She’d swiftly slither over to the window, drawing the sheets, just in time to see a flash of lightish blue. By then her face was an even deeper shade of red than it was before. Hopefully that girl didn’t see too much. Probably not. But. They were going to notice one way or another. Especially if it works. Because these supplements. If she took them just right, they’d make her bigger. Much bigger. “Bigger than her…” Just saying that out loud was enough to reaffirm her conviction. “They’re going to swell up. Nice and big. And he’ll notice for sure. He won’t be able to take his eyes off of me…” She’d greedily undo the cap, and without another moment longer, she’d open her mouth wide and swiftly toss a pill. “I’ll swell up like a balloon, and then…”
A moment would pass. Then a minute. Then a few, before the thought crossed her mind. “Oh right! Maybe I need to take two at once!” She’d open the bottle and quickly threw two more in, “forgetting” about the one she took earlier. Another moment or so passed. “I don’t feel any different,” said the very impatient snake. She looked down at her bust. Groped it a bit. Even shook them about. Something wasn’t quite clicking. The ad on that website said results in under a week! Perhaps she wasn’t waiting long enough. No, not perhaps, not at all, no. A realization came to mind, an absolute certainty.. There could only be one explanation to this. She’d take the bottle up to her eyes, close enough to make sure she didn’t miss anything. She rolled it around in her hand, turning it so her eyes could trace over each and every character. It was then that she discovered something, a very important detail.
"Oh. I can’t read this.“ But she was a smart girl. Even if she couldn’t quite read the label. Sure, it could be something else. But of course, she could trust the internet! Why in the world would it steer her wrong? And more than anything else, she could trust herself. “I can do this,” she’d say aloud, reaffirming her conviction. “I have to do this, so no one can take him away from me.” Her mouth would widen, her hand cradling a number of small, brownish capsules that she didn’t much care to count. “Have to…” And down they went, traveling down the length of her throat in the moments after. A deep sigh as she began to fantasize about it. The swelling. A lighter than air feeling. Filling. Being attached to a length of string. A minute. Two. Four more, they passed. Just as she was about to grab herself another handful however, at last at last.
Her shirt, a light yellow reminiscent of sunflower petals, her usual affair, would soon grow much tighter across her chest. She’d look down, and it was true, absolutely true! A bit hard to notice at first, but she as her hands grasped of her now fuller chest, fat bubbling from between her fingers, they were definitely, definitely much more full than they were before, though hardly heavier to show for it. “This… This is…!” Her eyes widened, her grin returned. “Not nearly enough!"
This was far too slow for her, absolutely. The results were finally beginning to show, but it just wasn’t good enough, not yet. However, as Miia would surmise just as before, she’s quite smart! Absolutely. She would have to wait much, much longer. A week? Goodness no. Now, now everything is working as intended. If it worked this well when she took as much as she had, surely it would work even better if she took a few more. Especially since she wouldn’t want to wait as long as a whole seven days! That’d be terrible! No, she had to impress him. She looked down at her chest once more. They were bigger. Noticeably. But she, that horse girl, she was still bigger than her. No, she definitely wouldn’t have it. Tilting her head back, she’d gobble up some more, hungrily, happily. Even after the bottle was empty her body wouldn’t rest, trembling with anticipation, giggling by herself hysterically.
"Yes… This is it! I’m going to be so big! So huge! He’ll love me, so so much! They’re going to be huge! They’ll be like balloons, like blimps!” She’d grab at her bust, now much bigger than it was before, swelling to sizes that she was barely paying attention to. “I’m… I’m going to be a balloon…” A sigh, heavy with passion, wet with the dream that gushed forth its influence over every word, every thought. Heated breath soon came to pass before yet more whispers, following the pinkish haze of her deep red fantasies. “I’m going to be a big, beautiful balloon… He can put me on a string. Ah-ha. Ah-ha-ha-ha…“ Before long her laughter would swell, louder, yet louder still. There’d be knocking at the door before long, but she didn’t care, not at all. She would finally, finally be…
The bottom of her belly touched the ground. That was when she had to stop for a moment. "Eh… Eh?” She’d try to look down, but she couldn’t, not really. Her breasts, full, rounded, creaking loudly, they were very much in the way. Over the resounding swell of her laughter she couldn’t hear every detail. The fall of each button. The tearing of her skirts. The groaning, moaning, burbbling of her belly, the loud hissing. But the other girls in the houeshold, oh, they could hear it. Loud and clear, even with how her laughter bounced about the walls, the way the air that was currently filling her body was bouncing about within her skin was difficult to ignore for everyone but that poor, sweet, simple girl. Yet further, one would think that she’d be able to notice her her breast had become so round, pert, tearing through her top and bra with ease granted to them by their rotundity, how her belly would become swollen, pregnant with a beach ball’s worth of air.
Not the case, not one bit. Not when her mind was flooded with those thoughts. Thoughts of him. Kissing her. Holding her. Having eyes for no one else. He’d finally give into temptation. This was it! This was going to be her big day! The best day! She was right, in more ways than she could fathom. After this, he wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off of her. This was, without a doubt, going to be the biggest day she’d ever have.
The girls couldn’t manage to open the door to the room. But that was okay. More than fine. Like the polite girl that Miia was undoubtedly raised to be, she’d inevitably open the door for them. The door would fly open, nearly off the hinges as, inevitably pushing the frame forward out from its resting place within the wall. Not even Miia’s cries could be heard from within, but her burbling, hissing belly would jovially invite them in. The girls tried to push their way in, but it wouldn’t work, it was too full, taut. Their hands wouldn’t even sink in. “W-Wait! Don’t do that, we have no idea if she’d…” A statement, thought, interrupted by the sound of the roof groaning, the walls trembling.
The girl was growing too big. And for better or for worse, that wasn’t going to be stopping anytime soon. Miia’s frame met the very ceiling at this point, her belly button popping out in a bombastic way. Its tightened form pressed against the glass, something that began to worry her thoroughly, and rightly so. She was getting bigger, but nothing was being allowed to grow outward. It was then that she could feel it, welling up inside of her, a pressure, spreading throughout her body as she was squeezed, fanning out in all directions inside of her, begging, pleading to be let out. The girls outside could see it, the clear view of veins, thick, twitching and pulsing with a life of their own begin to encircle what belly was being pushed out the door, embroidering her delicate skin elegantly as pleasant light hues were slowly being dyed with lush, passionate reds matching of her hair.
The groaning, the pained wails of her stretching skin reached a fever pitch, her whole body beginning to tremble. Partially of fear. Partially of passion. Partially out of strain. She could feel it. Every inch of her. It was an experience unlike any, any other. The shelves, pressing into her form, threatening to end her fun then and there as their edges dug into her in an almost perverse manner, getting their feel of the prone snake girl, pregnant with danger, before she would moan her last. Moaning, yes, she caught herself doing as much, her eyes twitching, drool gently sliding down the length of her tongue, with nowhere else to go but the almost shiny surface of her breast. Cracks, lining the surface of the glass her belly button still grew against, patterned in such a lovely fashion, elegant, natural, mimicking how the veins ran up and down the sides of her belly, even her breasts. Her sensitive, sensual…
What would pop her first? Being squeezed like a grape by the walls and ceiling? The prodding of her unsuspecting rivals in the room beyond? A sharp of glass pushing into her in just the wrong way? Or maybe. Maybe this orgasm would do it. Maybe this one. Or the next one. Or the one that’s coming soon afterwards. That one didn’t do it. The pressure, it was maddening, pushing down on that very special place, squeezing it, massaging it as the air bubbled inside of her, moving around and about her insides like a massive brood of young, yearning for a place to escape to, as though they were trying to escape the very explosion they were about to cause. She called out his name at first. Then. Then she started to call out her own name. Her eyes went skyward. Her voice, small, like a child as the passion exploded inside of her with such ferocity this time that even her identity couldn’t take it. What Miia was, who Miia was. That was gone now. “Balloon… Balloon!”
She filled the room in its entirety. “Balloon!” A sudden crack as the very frame of the window began to gave way, causing the fractured glass to hold back no more. “Miia is… B-Balloon…” The wrong girl pushed in too far, with her shiny little claw. “Pop… Pop… Pop!” Breathless. She wanted another one. The next orgasm. They were only getting stronger, faster, harder than she could stand. However. She wanted the best. The highest, highest she could ever achieve. The sound that would break even that fever pitch, that gorgeous cacophony of sounds. Then. She got just what she wanted.
She broke through. She broke through the ceiling. Somehow, some way, her body managed it. She wasn’t crushed like a grape. She made it. The breath of fresh air, she reached her arm skyward, taking a deep breath. One deep breath too many. One dig of sharp glass to many. One gently prodding claw too many. Tears flooded her eyes then as her greatest high ended in that moment. After she had the greatest, strongest orgasm beyond anything she could ever fathom came the realization of what that was about to cost her.
A thunderous boom flooded the ears of everyone of fair hearing and beyond for miles around, the shockwave of the sound shattering windows and causing car alarms to sound without fail. Flesh and bits of skin rained down on the people below as her skin was whole one moment, split apart not even a fraction of a second later without even a blink between one moment and the next. Her arms would be raised skyward from the massive scape of air, and all the world around her circled, blended together into a rich, lovely tapestry of colors and thoughts woven together by a singular feeling. All eyes were on her.
