An admirer of my work recently told me that he loved my stories but was slightly disturbed my the morbidity of the popping--specifically, I think, that the gals would deliberately target people to fatten them up and explode them.
To be honest, I self-identify with all the victims in my works. ALL of them. Meaning that if I had to pick a way to go, I'd be quite a while deciding. As a person that struggled with a weight problem all my life, having this particular fetish rather left me in a quandary. Bullied for the weight problem (and being completely unable to stick to a diet), I'd always harbored the dream/fetish of being made to inflate/expand to the point of explosion. Later when I actually got the weight under control (mostly), the fetish remained.
I do not write these stories to disparage anyone, but because these are ways I'd actually prefer to make a Grand Exit, if given the choice and ability (or at least flirt with the idea, fer cryin' out loud).
That said, I've started on another story, it involves popping and explosions, and if you no like, you no read.