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How Elisha's friends became more friendly, and how Elisha saves the day. A naked Gabriel raced to his room, slamming the door and wiping the sweat off his brow. Lately he had done little else but think of balloons and question his sanity. Elisha, his witch stepsister—a witch in both the literal and figurative sense—did not seem to tire of her newfound game, which was to inflate her stepbrother like a balloon, and supplement the inflation with painfully cruel mind games. Only last week, she had threatened to pop him with the kitchen ceiling fan. He spent an hour trying to prevent himself from avoiding the blades, only to inflate larger and touch the fan with his inflated body... ...And realizing that, yes, the fan was an illusion. A very realistic mirage, conjured up by his cruel stepsister's magic. It was but one of the cruel inflation games she loved to play with him. And he was trapped in the same house with her. But this night had been even worse, if that was possible. Oh, sure, every time he inflated he felt as if he would burst. But that feeling seemed more pronounced with every inflation game Elisha played. It had been yet another evening in a series of evenings in which Gabriel played slave to Elisha and her three hot friends, Talia, Emily, and Allison. Sure enough, it was only a matter of time before Elisha inflated him into a balloon, and their games resumed when Talia picked him up like a beach ball. "Now, where did we leave off last time?" Talia asked, referring to the time when she had rubbed her breasts in Gabe's face, the resultant sexual energy causing him to automatically expand. Elisha sat on the couch and popped her bubble gum. "Hey, Talia, he's thinking about you as a balloon right now." Gabe winced, forgetting that Elisha could read his mind. Elisha turned to Emily. "And Emily, Gabe thinks about your butt when he whacks off." "Eewww! Gross!" Emily walked up to Gabe and smacked him out of Talia's hands, knocking him off the wall and into a corner of the room. "And in the fourth grade," Elisha continued, "he laughed so hard that he pissed his pants." Gabe cursed inwardly. It was difficult not to think about every embarrassing thing that ever happened to him when he was being systematically humiliated. "Such language, Gabe!" chided Elisha. She blew a huge pink bubble with her gum, watching it slowly grow till it popped onto her pretty little nose. At that point, Allison whispered something in Emily's ear. Emily giggled and turned her back to Gabe, sticking her butt out slightly. Allison put her hand on Emily's ass and began rubbing it gently. "Hey, Gabe, you like Emily's ass? You're right. It feels good!" Gabe watched the red-haired hottie rubbing the fine, round butt of the hot blonde. And he felt himself growing larger. "He's getting tuned on!" said Emily, looking over her shoulder as Gabe inflated bigger. "So I'd better not do this!" She reached over to Talia's chest, and began rubbing the dark-skinned beauty's bounteous breasts. Gabe swelled larger and larger. "Oh, don't do thaa-aat!" Allison said in a mock scolding tone. She leaned over and kissed Emily on the lips, causing Gabe to inflate faster. Emily kissed back, sticking her tongue deep into Allison's mouth. Gabe inflated more. Talia got into the action, and soon, all three beautiful teenage girls were tongue-kissing each other, rubbing their hands over each other's butts, fondling the three pairs of young breasts. Gabe felt his body turning warm as he watched, mesmerized, filling up more and more. The three girls moaned with passion. Gabe got bigger. The room was filled with the sound of wet lips smacking together, hot breaths being exchanged, and the squeaking, hissing sound of an inflating balloon. Gabe kept inflating involuntarily, unable to turn away from the wonderful three-way. Pop! Gabe winced, but it was just Elisha's gum. She stood up from the couch, stepped between the girls, and gently separated them. Gabe's inflation slowed and eventually stopped. Elisha threw her arms around Allison's and Emily's shoulders. "You know, girls," Elisha began, "we haven't really been fair to Gabe. We're not being nice." "We're not?" asked Talia. "But he's enjoying himself!" "And that's why he should get in on the action," Elisha said, exchanging smiles with her friends. And with that, the four girls piled on to the big balloon. They giggled as they thrust their nubile figures onto Gabe's round body, their breasts pressing into him, their pelvises pushing against him, their bellies and hips feeling warm against his balloon skin. Worst (or best?) of all, Elisha leaned backward onto him, her tight, hot ass sinking into him as she arched her back, allowing the curve of her back to meld with Gabe's spherical shape. Gabe didn't stand a chance. He inflated and inflated, the hissing drowned out only by the four assailants' giggling. He grew tighter and bigger than ever before, coming closer, so closer to bursting than he thought possible. He didn't want to burst! He didn't want to think of these sadistic bitches dancing over his shredded remains, giving him no further thought than a burst toy balloon! It wasn't fair! He couldn't bear the idea. But he didn't want them to stop, either. And so the four beauties gyrated and thrust, rubbed and stroked, pressing against his skin, causing him to inflate bigger than ever before, until he was sure he would burst...! Locked inside his room, Gabe sighed, his shoulders sagging. If the phone hadn't rang, distracting Elisha while she chatted with her boyfriend (does he really know what he's taken on?), he might not have made it from the living room in one piece. He had to get out of this house. He had been cutting it way too close. He thought about running away, but how far would he get? He had no money and his job prospects were low. He wouldn't rule it out, but for now, he would consider once again speaking to his stepmother. But he decided not to think about how he would do it, in case Elisha, with her mind-reading technique, was somehow "listening in." He would first get some much-needed rest. And as usual, his dreams were full of balloons. The only way to guarantee that Elisha wouldn't be home was to go during school hours. Just before sixth period, without letting himself dwell mentally too long on his plan, Gabe walked out of school, racing home before, he hoped, Elisha caught on. Even if she caught on telepathically, he didn't think she could teleport and beat him home. As far as he knew. His silent prayers were answered when he found his stepmother Rachel at home, sitting in the den watching television. She wore a snug plain white T-shirt and black tight stretch pants, but Gabe didn't have the luxury of looking over her fit physique. "Hey!" she said, as Gabriel raced into the house. "Aren't you supposed to be in school?" Gabe leaned over and gently touched her arm, checking to see if she was real. "What was that for?" "I don't have a lot of time," Gabe gasped. "But I have to tell you something: Elisha's been, ah,..." Okay, he wanted to break this slowly, telling her something about how Elisha was torturing him, not mentioning the whole balloon thing, lest she think he was crazy. But time was short, and so was his patience. "Elisha's a witch, and while you're gone, she's been turning me into a balloon. If you leave me alone with her again, I think she's gonna pop me." Rachel blinked. "You gotta believe me," he urged her. "You're my only hope!" She smiled gently and turned off the television. "Okay, you've got my attention." "I know it sounds crazy, but I couldn't make something like this up," Gabe continued. "Have you ever noticed that Elisha could do strange things?" "Oh, sure," said Rachel, sitting forward in her chair, her arms across her knees. "She learned them from me." Now it was Gabe's turn to blink. "She did? So you're—" "A witch? Sure. I suppose Elisha threatened you not to tell me, right?" "Yeah." "Did she tell you why?" "Well,...she'd get in trouble?" Rachel laughed. "Oh, she wasn't trying to protect herself. She was trying to protect you." She stood up from her chair, running her hands down her slender hips as she stretched her legs. "She knew that if it turned out that you couldn't keep our powers a secret, something would have to be done about you." Gabe went white, and his stomach went hollow. Rachel continued, "And it seems that you can't be trusted with that secret anymore than your father could. So I'm afraid, dear boy, that you'll be leaving us." Only then did Gabe realize that his body was puffed up again. And soon he felt that now-familiar experience of inflating. "Please...don't...!" But Rachel just smiled, her eyes glowing, as Gabe slowly became a balloon once again. He knew that now there was no hope for him. No one would come to his aid, and Rachel was clearly hell-bent on seeing him burst. Suddenly behind him, the door crashed open, and a breathless Elisha came running in the door. "Mom! Don't do it!" Gabe slowly stopped inflating. He sat there, a large balloon-ball, as Elisha came into view. She stood between him and Rachel. Despite his condition, Gabe had to look down at Elisha's butt, covered so cozily in her compacted blue jeans. "Honey, he's going to expose us one day," said Rachel. "See? He was just about to tell on you to me. He can't be trusted." "Just hold it," Elisha pressed on. "I think we can afford to give him a choice." A choice? The word seemed to confuse both Gabe and Rachel. Elisha turned around, facing Gabe but speaking to her mom. "We can let Gabe live, as long as he promises to keep our secret safe. Or...he can blow himself up till he pops." "That's my choice?" asked Gabe incredulously. "You'll just pop me one day anyway!" "Nope," said Elisha, throwing out her arms. "I won't inflate you anymore if you keep our secret. The choice is up to you." "Then let me go! I don't want to pop!" Elisha smiled. "You don't?" Gabe just looked at her. She stepped closer. "I can read your mind, Gabe. I know what you want more than you do. But I'm not going to inflate you. It's all in your control now. What do you want?" Gabe looked over the grinning faces of his attractive stepmother and stepsister. And then he got slowly bigger. "I'm blowing up! You said you wouldn't pop me!" "We're not doing anything, Gabe," Elisha assured him. "From now on, you'll only inflate if you really want to." Gabe swelled bigger and bigger, making it necessary for Elisha and Rachel to step backwards so they could still see his face, rising high in the air from the expansion of his balloon body. He looked down at his inflating body, getting bigger and bigger and bigger... "I want..." He swelled larger. "I want..." He grew bigger. "I want to be a balloon!!" Rachel and Elisha exchanged smiling glances before turning their attention back to Gabe, now the size of a weather balloon. "I want you to both to watch me!" Gabe shouted, as he continued to expand and inflate. "I want you to see me inflate! Watch me become your balloon-boy! See how big I'm getting?! Watch me get bigger! I'm going to be so big for you! For both of you!" Elisha and Rachel craned their necks as Gabe touched the ceiling, but continued to fill up the room. They stepped back into the foyer to watch him cover up the living room with his ballooning figure. Elisha crossed her arms, a smirk on her lips. Rachel watched with satisfaction as only Gabe's middle could now be seen, billowing out of the room that he had filled so completely. "See how big I am?" Gabe called out to them, over the rubbery squeaking of his skin. "I love being a balloon! I'm going to be so big! So big! SO BIG! Watch me get huge! I'm getting even bigger! Bigger! BIGGER! So big I want to BURST! I want to EXPLODE! I want to POP! I WANT TO POP!!" With a thunderous explosion, Gabe burst into nothingness, leaving the room suddenly empty. Rachel put her arm around her stepdaughter's shoulder, giving her a brief hug, knowing that all their wishes, theirs and Gabe's, had come to pass.

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Female Inflation

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That's how it goes sometimes, thought Lynda, as she looked at her equally shocked schoolmates. Some school days are like any other. And some days, one finds oneself blowing up like a helpless toy balloon. This happened to be one of those latter days. Lynda, Beth, Zoe, Cassie and Brittney had been decorating the gymnasium for the class party, painting placards and blowing up balloons. They also drank their fair share of punch. Lynda considered the wisdom of that decision as she looked at her balloon-shaped friends, and then at her own expanding body. She also wondered how things would have turned out if she'd been a little nicer to Tawney, the goth girl with the black eyeshadow and two-tone hair–partly black with pink highlights. The girl had stormed in as the girls were at work preparing the party. Lynda and Zoe were making signs, Beth was hanging streamers, and the other two were blowing up balloons. Cassie puffed into a big yellow balloon, which popped in her face. All the girls jumped, and Brittney, seated on the floor, rocked on her behind, giggling as she held tightly to her own balloon. "Quit clowning around, Cassie," said Lynda. "Unless you want to have to buy more balloons." "How about I blow one up your bum, you bitch?" asked Cassie, and the other girls "ooh"-ed at the implied challenge. Lynda had had her share of Cassie's threats and was about to respond when Tawney entered, carrying her portable camera. "What the hell do YOU want?" Zoe asked the goth girl. "Oh, don't mind me," said Tawney. "I've been watching you, and I'm about to get everything I wanted." "Turn that off, bitch!" said Zoe. "I don't want to be in your stupid YouTube videos!" "Oh, but this is going to be the best one EVER," Tawney assured her with a smile. "By the way, was that your third glass of punch?" "What's it to you, b–" Zoe stopped in mid-insult. She heard a balloon blowing up, but it wasn't coming from hers or from Brittney's. It was coming from Beth. Her breasts and belly were growing larger, and all eyes turned toward her. "Oh, god!" she yelped, her blouse becoming tighter around her expanding breasts. "What's going on?!" "I hate popular chicks," Tawney told her, "but this is going to be a blast." Zoe walked over to help Beth, whose body was now stuffed like an inflatable raft. But soon Zoe had her own problems. Zoe's body began to inflate. Brittney's arms, legs, and bum began to puff up. Cassie's belly billowed out from under her shirt, as if she were suddenly pregnant. Lynda looked down as her breasts, too, grew larger, as did her previously firm bum, which was now swollen and tightening her jeans at a rapid rate. "Oh yes, yes, yes!" cheered Tawney, watching the scene with glee through her camera. "This is going to be awesome!" "What the hell did you do?" asked Zoe. "Bitch, I'll kill you!" Zoe stepped forward, but her legs had swollen and she could no longer walk, instead pitching forward to land on her bouncy belly. She let out an "oomph," and Tawney laughed. "No, you're not going to do anything but blow up," said Tawney. The five inflating girls exchanged glances, but quickly became focused on their own respective predicaments. Beth had grown the largest, looking more balloon than human, her skirt having been ripped to shreds by her expanding waistline, her bra snapping off to reveal two huge round balloons, her inflating buttcheeks pushing her knickers farther up her bum. None of the other girls fared any better, each struggling for some control over their bodies, but achieving nothing but bouncing slightly on the gym floor as they increased in size and circumference. Brittney lay on her back as her belly shot for the ceiling. Zoe lay on the floor, rising like dough. Cassie's arms and legs disappeared, replaced with a ball for a body. And Lynda could only watch as her breasts and bum became firmer as they blew up like a tire. But only Lynda showed no fear. Instead, she watched with an overwhelming fascination. "I'm–I'm so full!" shouted Beth, her body trembling as if it were trying to suppress the oncoming tide of air. "Really?" asked Lynda, distantly. "Describe it." Beth's eyebrows narrowed, confused by the request. "W-w-well, I feel tight all over, like I'm being stretched to my limits." As if to confirm her statement, her body let out an ominous groan, and she seemed to have a growth spurt when the last of her shredded clothes hit the floor. Lynda felt a familiar twinge in her lower body. "You think you might burst?" she muttered, almost seductively. "Y-yes!" shouted Beth. "I don't want to pop, but I don't think I can get much bigger! I'm so tight!" Lynda closed her eyes. "Me too. I feel like a balloon tied to a pump." "Do something!" said Beth. "We can't, dumbass!" called Brittney from the other side of the room. "We're all balloons! I can't get up! I can't feel anything but this pressure inside me!" "I feel all hollow inside," said Zoe, nervously. "Is that just nervousness, or is everyone feeling it." "I feel it," Cassie confirmed. Lynda tried to suppress it, but felt a moist patch forming where her legs used to be. "We're all getting so big," she moaned. "It feels..." She stumbled on the word, not wanting to admit it. "...orgasmic." Tawney let out another guffaw. "Oh my gawd, you should hear yourselves! This is going to be the most watched video EVER!" "When's it going to stop?" Beth asked, her head pressing down into her globular body. Tawney snorted at her. "Bitch! It's not going to stop till you burst! Remember that balloon Cassie popped? That's gonna be YOU in about one minute!" "Noooo! Please stop it!" Beth begged. "Why-hy-hy-hy?" Brittney asked Tawney, choking on the word. "I told you," said Tawney. "I hate you skinny, hot bitches. Always so damn perky, think you're so hot." "You hardly know us!" said Brittney. "And now I won't," said Tawney. "But the world is going to know you. Cuz you're about to make video history!" Lynda opened her eyes from what seemed to be a self-induced trance. "It's OK, girls. We're going to be all right." "No, we're bloody well not!" screamed Zoe, her exaggerated figure now becoming absurdly rounded and swollen. "She's going to pop us like balloons!" "Let it happen." Other than the sound of hissing and stretching rubber, the room was silent. "What the bloody hell are you talking about?!" asked Zoe. "It's going to happen," said Lynda. "You can't stop it. None of us can. But I'm going to pop last. I'm going to watch every one of you go bang before me." "You crazy bitch!" shouted Cassie. "Were you in on this?" "No," said Lynda. "I'm just stating the facts. I'm going to get bigger than any of you can get. I may burst, but I'll watch all of you burst first." "You're crazy! You're fucking crazy!" Zoe screamed at her. Tawney could barely keep her camera steady, as she was laughing so hard. She bit her lower lip to suppress her joy in order to properly film this, the greatest of scenes. "I don't want to pop," said Beth, quietly. And then– BANG! The explosion reverberated in the gym, and Lynda gasped, almost as if she felt herself burst. "Who's next?" Lynda asked. "I hope it's you, you sick bitch!" shouted Zoe. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate–" BOOOOM! If possible, Zoe burst even more loudly, and Lynda felt pleasure ripple out across her entire spherical body, from hemisphere to hemisphere. "That's two," said Lynda. "Are you getting this, Tawney?" "Oh, yeah!" said Tawney, panning around, not wanting to miss the next exciting explosion. The remaining three girls could only wait. Wait and inflate. Lynda felt the pressure building inside her, so tight, so TIGHT! But she clenched her jaw and continued to stare at her remaining two friends. I'm not going to burst, she thought. Not yet. I'm going to see them all pop before I do, I swear I will! The three huge female globes throbbed from the strain. Lynda kept an eye on Brittney, who was now nothing but a growing pink ball. Cassie gave a cold stare at Lynda–that crazy bitch Lynda, who was every much her enemy now as was giggling, taunting Tawney. Brittney, lying on her backside as she inflated up and out, could only watch the ceiling. Finally, after what seemed to be several tense hours, but was perhaps only a few seconds, Brittney announced matter-of-factly: "It's me." KABOOOOM!! Cassie winced at the explosion, her round form rocking from the force of the blast. Lynda's mouth again was agape, as if drinking in her friend's demise. Tawney, still looking through the viewfinder, shot a fist in the air. "Whoo-hoo! That was awesome! Who's next? Who's going boom next?!" Cassie stared coldly at Lynda, but Lynda just smiled. "How do you feel, Cassie?" asked Lynda. "So tight you could burst? Like you just want to let go? You can, you know. You can make it happen. Just relax. Don't fight it. It'll all be over before you know it." Cassie couldn't contain her rage any longer. "Just shut up! Shut up and pop, you bitch!" "You first," said Lynda, smiling. "I want to see you pop, so I can burst happily." Cassie seemed to struggle, her puffy cheeks turning red as her head became an absurd inflatable version of its former self. She looked straight into Lynda's eyes. "Fuc–" BLAMMMMM!! Lynda let out a cheerful wail, watching the last of her competitors get blown into oblivion. Then she laughed, making her already tense, trembling, time-bomb of a body shake even more. "I did it! I win! I'm the biggest! I'm the biggest!" She closed her eyes but spoke as if she were directly in front of Tawney's camera. "You see this, world?! Have you ever seen a balloon this big?! Because no one is going to get bigger than m–" BOOOOOOOMMMMM!!

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Anna was lying back on the sofa, flipping through channels when her phone rang. "Hello?" she said into the phone. "Hi Anna!" The high, excited voice of her friend Tyler. "What's up?" Anna gave a sigh, "Nothing really. Just bored." "Well I got something interesting I think you'll like. I'll be over in a bit!" Tyler hung up with a click and Anna lay back again, idly wondering what Tyler had dug up this time. She had a knack for finding weird things, and most of the time they were pretty interesting, if from a odd point of view, like the time she found the windup boxing nun with companion windup boxing devil. She could never predict what she would find, but it was always good for a few laughs, and it was better just sitting here watching TV. In a few minutes, Tyler arrived. Anna looked up and smiled. "So, what'd you find this time around?" She plopped down on the sofa and grinned. Could be nothing, but It could be something really interesting. "Well, what is it? Or are you just going to make hinting statements all day?" She reached into her purse and pulled out two small packets. Actually, four, the individual packets were actually two stuck together. Anna looked at them for a minute then looked up. "Is that it? What's it do?" "Ahh, that's the cool thing. It's a kind of practical joke powder." "Well, kinda. It's it's a old powder, it's supposed to make you burp. You mix it up in someone's drink, and they start burping." Anna raised a eyebrow and smiled. "Well, that's certainly unusual. Does it work?" "Not sure, haven't had a chance to try it out yet. Want to give it a go?" "Hehe, sure, why not? Could be fun. What do we do?" "No problem," Tyler said. She went off to the kitchen and returned with four glasses of water. "Ok, lets see...According to the back..." Tyler read down the list of directions. "Pour one packet in each glass. You drink the green one first, and then when you want to start, drink the red. Seems simple enough..." Anna shrugged, and tore open the packets. The water quickly turned dark green in one glass and a light red in the other, but seemed normal enough. "Hope this tastes good..." Anna said. "You know I can't stand stuff that tastes lousy." "Just drink. It'll be fine." Tyler lifted the glass, and after a quick sniff, swallowed the liquid. "Hmm..Tastes alright...not wonderful, but not to bad." Anna lifted the glass and with a shrug drank it. "Weird taste..." she said. It had a almost chalky taste, with a bit of fake cherry flavoring. "Now what?" Tyler read off the back of the packet, "After drinking the part one, wait five minutes, and then drink part two. Seems simple enough." "Ok..." Anna poked her belly, and sat back. "Feels a bit odd. Like it's gurgling or something." "Same here, must be the stuff working a little bit." Tyler sat next to her and lay back. "Just wait a bit, then we'll see how well that stuff works. Five minutes later, Anna was poking her belly more frequently. "It really seems to be doing something. I feel...Dunno, full or something." "Well, drink up! Let's see what happens." Tyler tipped back her glass as Anna did the same. "Blarg...that one didn't taste good at all." "No kidding," Tyler said, with a grimace on her face. "Well, should start working any minute now..." The two of them sat back, waiting for something to happen. After a little bit, Anna put her hands over her belly, and sighed. "Nothing...Don't feel much of anything...wait..." She rested her hands on her belly gently, and said, "I think I feel something. A kinda...fizzing maybe." Tyler put her hand on Anna's belly and grinned. "Yep! I feel it." She ducked her head down and put her ear on Anna's belly, and laughed. "I can hear it too! Fizzing like no tomorrow. I think I can feel it too!" Tyler pushed her belly and grinned at the slight fizzing sensation. "Well, It works, I guess." Anna said. "Now what?" "Well, I guess you just burp...I don't feel any though." "Me either...Just feels full you know?" Anna looked down at her belly, and her eyes widened as she saw it slightly bigger than it was before. "Tyler! Look! I'm fat!" Tyler looked at Anna's belly and back at her own. "Ohh, mine too...this feels so weird...We're getting bigger!" Anna's shirt was starting to be pushed up by her belly, slowly growing outwards as it pushed against her pants and poked out. "I look pregnant! Somethings wrong with this stuff, what's the package say?" Tyler stood up a bit awkwardly, her belly was now sticking out in front of her, it looked as though she had swallowed a basketball, and Anna could hear the fizzing, from Tyler's belly and her own. "I don't know...Ohh, this feels so weird..." Tyler started reading the back of the package, but shook her head. "Nothing! Just the directions, no how to stop it, nothing like that. We'll just have to wait...We'll be alright...I hope..." Tyler's statement of hope was cut short by the button on her pants finally giving up, and popping off of her, and her belly pushing her pants open. Anna could see Tyler's belly growing, swelling out slowly, as was her own. Anna quickly unbuttoned her pants, and felt a bit of relief as some of the pressure was released. "We can't just wait!" Anna said. "How big could we get?" Anna ran a hand over her belly and her fear was suddenly overridden by another sensation, which made her blush and put her hands at her sides. "It feels so strange." Tyler said. "It doesn't hurt really...just feels full and um..." Tyler blushed as well and looked away. "We just need to relax...it'll stop soon, it has to." Anna looked down at her belly. It was still gurgling, with no signs of slowing. If anything, It was still going faster. She could see it slowly moving upwards, slowly pushing forwards, blocking off her legs, and pushing down her pants while lifting her shirt. She felt another sensation as well, this one was different. It seemed like she was being pulled upwards ever so slightly. It reminded her of a trip that her and Tyler had taken to a circus. She had won a huge bunch of balloons, and her arm was stretched upwards the whole day. It felt like that, but that was just ridiculous. She pushed on her belly again, and bit her lip to keep from making any noise. "Umm...Tyler...Something else is happening." Tyler tore her eyes away from her own belly and looked at Anna. "What's wrong? Besides you looking like you're nine months pregnant, that is." Anna cracked a small smile. It was just like Tyler, always trying to keep upbeat and funny. "No, not that...I feel...This is going to sound silly...I feel like I'm being pulled up. I think this stuff we're filling with is weird stuff." Tyler got to her feet a bit unsteadily. "I feel that too. I'll be right back." She walked off as best as she could, and Anna sat on the couch, wondering when it would stop. After a few minutes, Tyler walked back into the room, carrying Anna's scale. "Ok, simple...We see how much we weigh." With that, she got on the scale, and looked over at Anna in embarrassment. "Um, I can't see the dial...Would you mind?" Anna grinned, and bent over the scale. "98 pounds. That's less than normal, right?" Anna stood up, but her friend's new shape interfered with that, and she hit Tyler's belly with her head. There was a sound like someone hitting a balloon or a beachball, and a gasp from Tyler. "Tyler! I'm sorry, are you alright? Are you hurt?" Tyler took a few steps back and sat on the couch, her eyes closed, taking deep breaths and blushing deeply. "Um...No." Tyler took another deep breath. "It didn't hurt, I'm fine. It felt...um...kinda good." Tyler looked away from Anna and gave a week grin. "Dunno why, but it felt really nice." She shook her head, a bit and then nodded, "Yah though, last time I checked, I was 120. These things must be lifting us up somehow." Anna cradled her huge belly in her hands. It was almost the size of a beachball, and still growing. Anna felt the little tingles of pleasure whenever she touched her belly. "I'm so big...I won't be able to fit through doors soon." She plopped back onto the couch, but she could feel herself falling slower, not by much, but slower definitely. As she watched, her belly grew larger, swelling like a balloon. "Was that what she was now?" Anna thought. "A big balloon, floating up and away, getting bigger and bigger until she...No!" Anna shook her head to clear that thought, and quickly got to her feet. As she did, her feet left the ground for a moment, and then settled. "We have to do something Tyler! We can't just sit here getting bigger and bigger, like two balloons!" "What can we do though? Look at us!" Tyler got to her feet more slowly than Anna and put her hands around as much of her belly as she could. "I can't fit though the door anymore! This thing must be at least three or four feet wide, and if we go outside, we could float away! We need to stay here, where it's safe. It'll stop...It has to!" The last words were said with a hint of panic, and Anna realized that Tyler was just as scared as she was. She had probably had the same image that Anna had, of them getting bigger and bigger until they simply couldn't grow anymore and then... "Oh Tyler, I'm sorry...Don't worry, We'll get out of this." Anna gave Tyler a hug, or as much as she could when her belly was sticking out a good three feet in front of her. "I just feel so strange, so light, you know?" Tyler gave a little jump in the air and she almost hit her head on the celling as she fell back down gently. "And not to mention...well, how it feels." Anna nodded, trailing a and over her massive belly absentmindedly. She couldn't even touch her belly button now, and she could feel her skin stretching as it swelled larger. Anna sat back down, but this time, her body didn't seem to want to fall. It slowly drifted downwards, until she was sitting on the floor, her massive belly, a huge pale dome, more than four feet across resting in front of her. Although resting wasn't the right word. It was lifting her up, she could feel her butt only gently touching the ground, and could feel how light she was. "Tyler, I think I'm going to start floating soon!" Tyler gave a nervous cough. "Um..I think I am already." Anna spun around as fast as she could, and Tyler was hovering a few inches off the ground, with a frighted look on her face. "There's another thing...I think I'm almost full." "Full? What do you mean?" "Just that...my belly," Tyler gave it a tap and a noise like a huge drum came from her. "I don't know how much more I can take. It's starting to, well, hurt a little." Anna gave her belly a squeeze and where as before she could squeeze it like a balloon, now, her belly barely moved, and she could feel a slight bit of pain from the pressure of her squeezing. She could still hear the fizzing in her belly, and the pressure was starting to rise. As her butt left the ground, the first pangs of real fear began to enter her head and she looked over at Tyler. Her belly was starting to show some faint red stretch marks across it, and her head was touching the celling. Anna looked at her own belly, and a faint red mark was showing up before her eyes. She knew that the pressure was still rising and if it didn't stop soon then...pop. She looked down at the floor, a few feet under her, and looked at Tyler. "I can't last much longer," she groaned. Angry red stretch marks were crossing her massive belly as well as Tyler's. She could feel the tightness and the pain rising as her belly fizzed, never stopping or slowing, or giving any sign that it would stop. "I...I think this is it Tyler." Her belly was drum tight, she couldn't even indent the massive dome with her fingers and red marks were all over. Tyler had her eyes closed and just nodded, waiting for the inevitable. Anna's eyes widened as her belly began to make slight creaking noises and she shut them tightly, not wanting to see what was going to happen. The creaking began to get louder, and with one long creak, there was a incredibly loud "Bang!" Anna let out a scream, but it was cut shout by her still looking up at the celling. She looked over at Tyler, who had also screamed, and was now painting, looking at her own belly. "What happened?" Anna said, looking at her belly in fear. "I...I don't know. But I think it stopped..." Tyler put a hand over her belly, and nodded. "I don't feel any more fizzing." Anna looked at Tyler's belly and gasped. "You bellybutton! It's out!" Tyler tried to feel her bellybutton, but couldn't reach it by a few feet. "I can't tell. Yours is too though! It went from a innie to a outie!" Anna sighed. "That must have been what the bang was. We're alright." "Alright? We're freaks! Look at us, we look like we swallowed a hot air balloon!" "Don't worry. The air'll escape somehow, we just have to wait." Tyler shrugged as best as she could while floating in the air. "Well, I'll just get comfortable then. Too bad the couch isn't on the celling." Anna gave a weak laugh, and tried to get comfortable. A few days later, Anna was sitting on her couch again. The air had left her body a few hours after she almost popped, and she still had some slight red marks on her belly from it. It was a strange experience, and her mind kept drifting back to it. Not the popping, but before that, how it felt when she was that big. So light on her feet, how good it felt to touch her huge belly. There was a knock on her door and Anna shouted that it was open. Tyler walked in, with a strange look on her face. "Hey Anna, how are you doing?" "Alright, heh, now that I'm not in constant fear of pins." Tyler laughed and sat back on the couch. "That did feel kinda good though...didn't it?" Anna blushed and looked over at the box of powder. It was still on her table, she hadn't touched it since it happened. "Yah...it kinda did." "I was thinking...if we drank less of the powder, we wouldn't get as big, right?" Anna looked over at her friend, and raised her eyebrow. "I suppose..." "Well, lets try it! We'll make one glass, and we'll each drink half." Anna looked down at her belly, and the image of her almost floating, with the pleasure of her huge belly, trailing her fingers over it... She shook her head and grinned at Tyler. "You get the glasses, I'll get the powder."

28553

chemical, classroom, pills

Female Inflation

Belly Inflation

Offscreen

3.3

4

Professor Gerald Hughes of the Baltimore University of Inflation was busy packing up his notes when there was a rap on his office door. He sighed, not looking forward to more students, but got up and went to the door anyways. When he peeked out the window of the door, his disappointment increased even more. Outside was Anna Grable, a less than admirable student at the Unversity. She was a slacker, the worst he had seen in many years, and the worst part of it was that she wasn't lazy. She worked hard, but just wasn't smart enough to keep up all the time. The end of the year was coming up soon, and she was currently failing Advanced Studies in Inflation. She deperately needed to pass, or she wouldn't graduate. Hughes opened the door, and Anna came in. "Hello, Professor Hughes, thanks for seeing me," Anna said happily. "Hello, Anna. How may I help you?" asked the tired professor. "I have a presentation I'd like to give you. It's the presentation for my semester ending project in Professor Carmichael's class, and if it's good enough I can pass his class," she said. Hughes sighed inside his head. He was sure this would be poor to awful, but he was a good friend of Anna's family. He smiled and said, "Okay, Anna. Show me what you have got." Anna took a deep breath and then began. "As we all know, there are the five basic forms of inflation: stuffing with food, inflation with air, bloating with water, pregnancy and its many subclasses, and magical/scientific inflation. We use these five sections for our personal enjoyment and pleasure. I have discovered a theoretical sixth category: inflation with photosynthesis," Anna said excitedly. Hughes sat up, intrigued. "Explain." "Have you ever read John Gardiner's book 'Top Secret'?" Anna asked. "No, I don't think I have." "In the book, a boy invents a way to convert people from having to eat food to being able to use photosynthesis. My idea is the same in conecpt: I convert people to use light for food, giving something akin to a stuffing without food. My idea consists of a pill, giving one hour of inflation when exposed to sunlight," Anna said, smiling at her achievement. Professor Hughes nodded, surprised. "I love this idea. However, I think it would be better to if you had a sample pill to use." Anna nodded and said, "I am coming up with a pill right now. It should be done by next Thursday." Hughes smiled at the very happy student. "Good! I'm very excited to see what you come up with." Anna smiled, ran up and hugged the professor, and ran out of the classroom. Professor Hughes smiled and packed up his things to leave. Hughes was busy packing up his things next Wednsday when Anna ran into his open classroom. "It's done! I got it!" Anna said, ecstatic. "Got what? The pill?" asked Hughes. "Yes! I got it to work!" she said, bouncing off the walls. "Have you tested it?" asked Hughes, but Anna pretended not to hear him, instead running over to the window opening it wide. "Anna, I asked if you tested it?" asked Hughes, growing angry. Anna looked at him, and then popped the pill in her mouth. "NOOO!" roared Hughes, and looked at Anna. "What are you doing?" "I'm testing it," Anna said, swallowing the pill. "How do we move without risk?" "Do you remember lesson 3 in chapter 9?" asked Hughes. "No, no I don't," said Anna, trying to remember. "It was about Jim Haverson's study on inflation fiction. Haverson's study found that almost all science-type inflation stories that end in popping are a result of an untested drug, pill, or medicine!" "Wait, what?" Anna stopped, but then there was gurgling sound from inside her. She looked down at herself, and soon the effects became apparent. Her belly instantly began to inflate, and she soon had to bend over to support the weight inside of her. She fell onto her butt, and her belly spreading her legs apart. It grew up and out, and soon bending her back until it looked like a C. Hughes watched, horrified, as Anna bloated up like a balloon. "Mr. Hughes, help! Try to pull me out of the light!" screamed Anna desperately. Hughes ran over and tried to drag the swollen girl out of the light. "I can't, you're too heavy!" he said, straining to move the bloated belly with arms, legs and a head. "Oh no," said Anna, rubbing her rapidly expanding tummy. "Ohhh, so full," she moaned. Hughes watched as the belly expanded and expanded, and and she slowly rose off the floor as the belly grew between her legs. "Professor, help me!" screamed the distraught Anna. "There's nothing I can do-" said Hughes, but unfortunately for him, he forgot another finding in Haversons study of inflation fiction: more often than not, the inflatee will explode while either he or an observer is in the middle of a sentance. Anna screamed as her massive swollen belly burst, and luckily for Hughes, he managed to shut his mouth in time.

136

Female Inflation

Full Body Inflation

Offscreen

4

6

Teranna tried to stay awake, but the tour was just plain boring. Her junior class was on a field trip at a local bubble gum factory for some weird science thing. She didn't know cause she doesn't pay attention to what her science teacher said. She doesn't really care about why they're here, she just wants the free samples of gum. She loved bubble gum. She couldn't be away from it for more than fifteen minutes without freaking out. She would throw as many pieces she could hold in her mouth to blow the biggest bubble. Others ask about why she does it. "Why? Cause I just love bubble gum." she would always say. She also had a love for balloons, but not like bubble gum. The tour moved on to the vat where they stored the gum before packaging it. She followed from a distance at the rear of the line. While heading down a flight of stairs, she tripped and tumbled down and rolled into an open janitor's closet. She was out cold. She woke up in darkness. She stood up and felt for some clue as to where she was. She found the knob and opened the door. The factory was dark. She looked at her watch using it's light feature. 12:39AM it read. She had been out for over six hours. Luckily, the janitor was sick that day. "I'm alone in a bubble gum factory..." She said to herself. "Wait a sec. I'm alone in a bubble gum factory!?!?!" She giggled and started looking for a light switch. She found it and set it on dim so no one will know she's there. She then climbed to the top of one of the vats and pushed and held the open button down. A motor hummed and the lid rose of the vat. She held it down to long and the lid bumped a box in the ceiling. The vat itself was only about 7' tall and 10' diameter and was about ¾ full of gum. She took off her shoes and socks and jumped in. SPLATT! She landed in the gum. "Mmmm! Yum!" She said taking a whole mouthful bite of gum. She chewed a bit then blew a giant bubble while lying on her back. It popped and covered her body in pink film. She giggled and took bit into some more gum. This time she rolled over and blew. The bubble pushed her head up about 3 feet and popped. Her head went down, and she got another mouthful of gum. This time she swallowed it. "Tastes good even after swallowing it." she said and ate some more. She ate about a fourth of the vat and then licked her lips. She looked at herself. Her tummy bulged out under her tank top, her shorts were unbuttoned, and she was covered in bubble gum. "Boy I ate a lot! Burp!" she said lying in the vat. Suddenly the box in the ceiling's bottom opened and a hose fell out. The end of it landed right on her bellybutton. It got stuck there in the bubble gum which covered it. Suddenly a hissing noise started, and she saw her belly filling with air. She reached over to pull it out, but her hands were stuck. Her stomach had ballooned to twice it's size and was still growing. Her belly pushed her tank top up and popped the button on her shorts. "This is weird, but it's fun." She said and ate some more gum. Then another weird thing happened, her tank top started to become tighter. Air was somehow filling into her boobs. Somehow, some of the gum must've gotten into them. Her breasts stretched the tank top to it's limits. Her body started expanding on all sides. Her top broke off and her bra did too. Her shorts and panties fell down. Her breasts filled up to beach balls and stopped. Her body rounded off and continued inflating. She was now becoming round. She had almost filled up the vat. Then her nipples popped out and then two bubbles came out of her nipple holes and started inflating. Her legs and arms became part of her body and soon she was a big ball with two breasts and a head. "I wanna pop! I feel so good! I wanna pop! I wanna pop!" The next day the workers found that the vat had somehow exploded. Also the next day, Teranna's friend Jamie bought some bubble gum at lunch and went home during lunch for a bit. She chewed the gum and started blowing. A large bubble formed, then two more bubbles blew up from that. She never expected a large bubble from one piece of gum. Then it popped. Gum went over her face. She pulled it off and saw Teranna nude covered in bubble gum. "How'd you? What the?" "Don't ask me either. I just love bubble gum!"

28305

balloon, bouyant, floating, helium, science

Female Inflation

Breast Inflation

None

3.4

5

Pam escorted Sandra out of the dormitory and over a few buildings to her lab in the RandD complex, or what she jokingly referred to as "The Magic Factory". Her office was a simple, untidy cube surrounded by many others; not quite the digs Sandra would have expected for someone of her status. "Nope - that's pretty much it. I don't need much in the way of an office and most of the work gets done in the lab, anyway" Pam explained while rummaging through the drawers of her desk to find a spare white lab coat for Sandra.Through a set of double doors on one side of the cube farm, the pair strode down a long, plain hallway. The fluorescent lights reflected off of the immaculately waxed surface of the tiled linoleum, reminding Sandra of a hospital, as a nervous giddeousness seemed to overtake her. At the end, on the left, was another set of double doors through which was the lab (and, finally, something that resembled high technology research in progress). The room was lined with blue workbenches that were populated with electronic and chemical equipment, microscopes, and piping for liquids and process gasses. A few technicians in lab coats sat sparsely about the room, busily working at their stations and ignoring the two new entrants."Hi Bob" Pam called out to one of the techs as she bounced on her heels. The man sat up from his stereoscope and turned around in his lab stool. Thick glasses dominated his face. "Gotta newbie here - gonna show her around.""No prob," Bob replied. "We're already underway this morning. It'll be a good show-n-tell." He gestured in a friendly, acknowledging way at Sandra before turning back to his work."Bob is the lead tech," Pam informed Sandra as the two walked to the opposite side of the lab. "You'll be working with him quite a bit." Sandra nodded attentively as she was guided to yet another set of double doors. Pam stopped before going through them and addressed her charge."You've taken this all pretty well, but seeing the real thing in progress can be a little shocking at first," She explained. "I just want you to know that what you're about to see is perfectly safe. In fact, you'll be going through each set of tests in the next week.""Safe?" Oddly, the alternative hadn't crossed her mind until that point."Yes - the details have been worked out for quite awhile and we're in the final process of testing before the rollout. I wouldn't have subjected anyone else to this until I tried it out myself. I was one of the first volunteers.""Really.""Yup. Here, let me demonstrate." Pam handed Sandra her clipboard and stood back a pace with her arms akimbo. "Check this out" she said, cocking an eyebrow and smirking. Sandra watched for a moment, not quite understanding what she was supposed to be witnessing - that is, until she saw Pam's lab coat start to slowly billow out as if she were taking a deep breath.The lapels of the white coat slowly spread as her tee shirt pressed out from beneath. Sandra heard a distinct hissing as Pam's chest rounded out and strained against the buttoned lab coat."Whoa" was all Sandra could manage to say.Pam's chest continued to swell as her inflating breasts squeaked against each other and the fabric of the tee shirt, seeking room to grow. The lab coat groaned ominously under the strain and Sandra unconsciously squirmed. Then, with a series of loud "pops" the top button of the coat snapped and flew across the room, closely followed by the next one down. Under the cotton shirt, her chest surged forward, released from the confines of the coat. Soft, deep, pneumatic cleavage now dominated the neckline of Pam's overstretched shirt."How 'bout them apples" Pam asked in a faux folksy tone. Sandra could not find her tongue to respond, though her astonished expression spoke volumes."That's just one of the applications we're working on" Pam smiled as she talked, bouncing on her heels again - and bounce she certainly did. "You'll get a chance to try that one out." She gestured for the return of her clipboard from the astonished Sandra. "Let's go see what's up."As the two women passed through the double doors, on the other side of the room Bob had pried his eyes away from his work and stared down at the button laying on the blue mat of the workbench, blinking through the powerful prescription of his glasses. Picking it up with his thumb and forefinger, he unceremoniously pitched it into the trashcan at his feet and then went back to staring into his stereoscope, muttering quietly to himself. "Show-off."

4434

chemical

Female Inflation, Male Inflation

Full Body Inflation

Clean

3.8

10

And in local news... URA forces have captured an Aerostian city where leader Yukami Sakino Hirose was rumored to have last been seen. The Aerostian leader has been accused of heavy war crimes and was last seen... The monorail was speeding along, its morning passengers listening to the televisions placed in its car. Jennifer wasn't paying attention to the news. She was too excited. She was finally graduating St. Mary High and nothing... not even the war was gonna interfere with her day. Staring out the window, watching the city pass by, she sighed as she remembered that night... She didn't remember much... fire, rubber, panic... all were abundant. She sat outside, silent and crying as the crews went back into their building. All she wanted was her mother and sister. Where were they... what was going on...? She cried... and cried... and cried herself to sleep as the night faded. Two days later she was visited by one of the police from the scene. Every fiber of her being hoped for good news, only to be dashed as the officer handed her two small boxes. One box had the name of her mother while the other had her sister's name on it. Tearing up, she opened each box... seeing each almost halfway filled with rubbery shreds. She thanked the officer, closing the door as he left. She placed the lid on each box and sat down... crying until the tears ran dry. The train stopped to pick up its newest passengers, and a young girl stood next to Jennifer as she reminisced. "Mornin'", she said to the girl, overly polite because of her graduation. The girl just stood there... looking at the window like Jennifer had been. "Oook...", turning back to her memories as the train moving again. Not long after, she found out that her building was hit by an Aerostian soldier trying to kill URA troops stationed in there. Sixty-six civilian casualties and three military casualties were counted, her family included. How could someone be so cruel? Killing so many innocent lives just to get to a few people? Jennifer shook her head sadly as the train neared her stop. She smiled, trying to get rid of the sadness and remembering that today was the day she would be a free woman. No more pencils, no more books as they say... Lost in thought, Jennifer didn't notice the girl next to her was slowly growing bigger. It was fast as her belly quickly filled up, her entire midsection rounding out in a matter of seconds. It wasn't until her ass had finished merging into her belly that someone finally noticed... "OH MY GOD!" The first screams led to a panic in the car, knocking Jennifer out of her thoughts again. She turned to see the growing girl and stared speechless. Fear enveloped her as a mad dash for the doors was stopped by said door sealing shut, a failsafe to protect the rest of the train. People started pounding on the doors as the unknown girl lost her limbs to her ballooning body. Jennifer backed away slowly, creaking sounds coming from the girl, her face a stony mask of focus as screams and sobs echoed through the car. Deep creaks were heard as the girl shivered once and a final scream rang out... BOOOOM! The explosion knocked passengers into the walls and onto the floors, all going silent as a grey cloud filled the car. Jennifer had landed on her back, her head hitting the window she had been looking out of. Trying to regain her senses from the blast, she found it almost difficult to move. She was exhausted... or at least felt like it while her thought process returned. Now instead of screams, moans and whimpers filled the car. Jennifer turned her head to the sounds, quickly seeing the reason for the whimpers. People were bloating up... quickly becoming as the girl who popped had. Jennifer was no exception as her belly started swelling up. "No..." she said to herself as her body started rounding out. Not like this... not today. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she realized her fate. Loud moans and stretching noises were heard throughout the car as several passengers were almost completely rounded, rolling with the motion of the car. The feeling itself... it hurt, like something was trying to push her apart from the inside, trying to contort her body against its will. Her skin stretched, becoming painfully oversensitive as her top cut into her rapidly growing breasts. Another loud moan turned her head to the other people in the car... Jack and Katie had just been engaged a week ago, both of them looking forward to their lives together after their dream wedding. Now the couple were rolling helplessly inside a car... knowing their dreams would stay just that... dreams in their final moments. "Jack..." Katie managed to squeak, rolling in front of his face. "I know..." he grunted in response. The couple looked helplessly at each other... then locked lips in their final kiss... BOOM! BOOM! The scraps fluttered down as a young girl tried to talk to her mother, clueless at the situation. "Mom... Mommy...?" She called for the balloon that used to be the girl's mother, meriting only a loud groan in return. The train shifted as it turned and several people started rolling towards the side, the girl and her mother included. They only stopped after hitting the side of the car, several people getting squished between the wall and other people. The young girl herself was being sqeezed between her mother and the wall, her rounded body bulging to the sides as the force of her mother pushed into her. "Mom... stop... it hur-" BOOM!, as the young girl's body succumbed to the pressure... BOOM! Her mother joined her floating shreds. It happened like that all over. Pops and bangs followed moans and groans, the air quickly becoming thick with rubbery shreds. Jennifer cried out in anguish. Why her? Why today...? It wasn't fair. She wasn't part of the war... Tears dripped down her face as she rolled again, this time coming to a stop in front of a window. Looking at the scenery passing by, she wished she could have one more day... just to enjoy the peace of the city one more time. The pain became excruciating as she moaned in tune with her skin. Just a few more seconds... her body was being pushed to the extreme... deep, ominous groans emanating from her. "Just a bit longer..." as she could have sworn she saw her old home pass by, her body reaching beyond its limit... Earlier today an Aerostian soldier popped herself on the B line monorail in an act of resistance against URA occupation. The explosion is suspected to have caused over forty civilian casualties including women and children and is the latest in a spree of Aerostian attacks in retaliation for the capture of the city of... Johan dumped the bag out onto the conveyor belt. Rubber scraps and shreds sprawled out and floated onto the belt as it moved towards the fires of the incinerator. He had long since become detached from his work... a necessary evil as it was found to be far too troublesome to separate one former person from another. He didn't argue, sighing as he grabbed the last of the bags from the train, pouring them out on the belt. He watched them slowly move down, waiting as they burned and shriveled in the fire before shutting the belt and incinerator down. Before he left though, he bowed his head and thanked the people who he'd just burned out of existence. It was cruel irony that their deaths gave him a job... and it was for that he was thankful for as he left the machinery in the dark, tired after a long day's work.

318

cheerleader, implants

Female Inflation

Breast Inflation, Full Body Inflation

Clean

3.7

6

As Katie walked across the gym floor, her breasts bounced ever so slightly with each step. "Everyone knows her tits are fake," Sarah thought to herself, "nobody can grow a set of double D cups like that in one summer." Sarah hated Katie, and she had good reason to. Katie was a bitch, she took any chance she could to humiliate Sarah for her obesity, and she truly made her life miserable. She was also everything Sarah was not, skinny, busty, tan, beautiful, popular, and of course, a cheerleader. She was the girl all the guys lusted after. Today however, was a new day, it was the high school's final pep rally before summer, and for Sarah and Katie, their last of senior year, and high school in general. Sarah wanted to ensure it would go out with a bang, as a day nobody could forget. As the gym filled with students, taking their seats in the stands, the cheerleaders prepared for their cheers, stretching on the floor. Katie bent over, stretching out her lower back, and providing the audience with a great view of her moderately sized posterior, poking out in tight green panties, from underneath her white skirt. Guy's already seated simply gazed, slack jawed and drooling. Sarah was disgusted, "Let's see how much she likes showing off her ass after tonight" she said under her breath. The rally began the usual way, with speeches, and useless games performed by the school's meat head jocks. Then of course came the chants for each class. The cheerleaders would separate into four groups and do a cheer for a different grade. Katie was part of the senior's cheer group, and as the head cheerleader, was also at the top of the hand stand. The cheer's progressed down the line, and soon enough it was time for the senior cheer. Katie was launched into the air, standing atop the other cheerleaders hands she began to shout, "Give me an R!" the seniors roared back, "R!" Sarah decided she didn't want to wait, it was time for her to take revenge. She began to whisper something inaudible under her breath. Katie started again, "Give me an.. an A" she began to look worried. She felt something in her chest, a strong growing pressure. "A!" the crowd responded. "Give.. me.. a.. V" Katie was starting to panic. Her tits slowly started pushing out her white cotton sweater. After growing a few inches, reaching E cups the audience began to take notice (as that's where most of the guy's attention was anyway). "Look at Katie's Tits!" "Her boobs are blowing up!" "Holy shit, the silicon must be leaking!" (which of course made no sense) They were approaching the size of regulation size soccer balls, and fast. Katie started again, "Give me a, a... uh." She was horrified as she stared down at her chest, "the saline must have had some sort of reaction!" she thought to herself. Her breasts continued to swell, quickly reaching basketball size. Rips and pops could be heard throughout the gym as the stitching in her sweater started to give under the pressure. "She going to burst right out of that top!" "Not if she pops first!" "Show us your tits!" Echoed the student body. The pain was terrible, she could literally feel her skin stretching to accommodate the new amount of mass, which apparently was a lot of weight as well. The girls holding up Katie collapsed under the growing pressure, and dropped her to the floor. Lying on her back, she was momentarily pinned by her ever expanding orbs, which now looked to be the size of the overblown beach balls. "It's the twin peaks!" someone yelled. "Those volcanoes look ready to blow!" screamed another. Everyone thought it was some kind of joke. The high school students, didn't realize the danger Katie was facing. Sarah giggled watching Katie struggle to her feet as everyone gawked in awe, or yelled some type of derogatory joke. Katie didn't know what to do, her added bulk made it difficult if not impossible to move. She looked down at herself and screamed, "somebody help! My tits are killing me! They feel like they're about to explode!" POP!! The top button of her sweater burst, flying into the audience. POP!!POP!!POP!! The rest of the buttons followed in succession. Her breasts, which had now expanded to the diameter of spare tire, exploded forth, stretching her sports bra to the limit. The swelling slowed, coming to a stop. Her breasts shined, looking extremely tight, almost as if they were ready to burst at any second, or that the slightest poke or prod might pop them. She tried to cover them as best she could with her arms, but her effort was vain, as they were far to large to hide from anyone at this point. "HELP!!! SOMEONE DO SOMETHING BEFORE I EXPLODE!" Katie roared. "They're so big" "Those tits look ready to rupture!" "Stick her with a pin!" "I can see my reflection in those things!" The crowd was relentless. There she stood, with what appeared to be two nigh bursting breasts each the size of mini hot air balloons strapped to her chest and surrounded by students who were of no help, and only felt the need to watch and make jokes. The faculty was also of no help, all outside smoking, waiting for the damn pep rally to finish, they didn't want to be any part of the "school spirit." As if her situation wasn't bad enough, Sarah wasn't near finished, Katie had tormented her for ages, and she was getting what was coming to her. Katie gasped. Her hands shot to her rear, which slowly began to push outwards as her ass began to fill with whatever was inflating her. She tried to push back into the burgeoning flesh, as if to stop it from pumping up, but it was no use. "Look! Look! Her butt's blowing up now too!" Someone shouted. Each buttock looked to be the size of a volley ball, and were both growing fast, and filling with immense pressure, quickly pushing up the back of skirt, and drawing it skin tight in the front. "Help please, my butt is filling with something! Please, someone! Its so tight!" Katie was near tears, she was so humiliated and at the same time terrified for her life. What if she didn't stop inflating, would she explode? RIIIPPP! Katie's panties floated to the floor, not able to cover her exponentially inflating ass cheeks. A tear started to roll down her face as the boys in the stands began to howl! As her butt slightly jiggled from the loss of undergarments. "Show us that fat ass!" "Baby's got back!" "Those things would make a great set of bongos!" Her buttocks were each the size of basketballs now, distended about a foot and half behind her and like her breasts also looked as if they might burst, taking on a sheen of their own. Her rotund rump looked like a shelf big enough to rest a six pack of beer. The only thing covering it was her now skin tight skirt. Her butt's growth also slowed to a stop. There was a silence. For the first time since the inflation started. Everybody was waiting for something to happen next. "WHY ISNT ANYONE DOING ANYTHING!!!!" Katie screamed. Jennifer, one of the other cheerleaders cautiously approached Katie. She didn't know how to help her or what to do. But she felt that she should do something now that the swelling had ended. "God Katie, you're all tit's and ass, you look ready to pop..." she said. "I know, I think it's the implants, I think it was a chemical reaction to something I ate I guess, please get help! I feel like I'm literally about to explode! My tits and ass feel so tight, I can feel the skin actually stretching" Katie explained, out of breath. Jen didn't respond, she still seemed to be in shock... She stuck out her hand, approaching Katie's left orb. She slapped it, a resounding thump echoed throughout the gymnasium. Katie yelped, her left breast was sent into a jiggling frenzy, shaking her entire body and even rippling through her ass. Jen burst into laughter, "ahhahaah, that's what you get you silicone slut!" Jen had walked in on her boyfriend cheating on her with Katie the month before, and probably hated her almost as much as Sarah now. Heck, nobody in the entire school liked her, she had essentially burned every bridge she had ever made, and most of the guys were enjoying this too much to stop it. As the jiggling came to a stop Jen reached out both her arms this time. "Stop! Stop" Katie screamed, terrified of what Jen might do next... She placed each hand on either side of Katie's right breast, who let out a soft gasp, she looked Katie in the eye and squeezed as hard as she could. Katie's scream of pain filled the gym has her breast dangerously bulged under the added pressure, looking as though it was seconds away for exploding. Jen let go and turned to her classmates letting the breast return to natural form and bounce relentlessly, Katie let out a sigh of relief, "Yup! Her big plastic tits have made her what she always wanted, a real life blow up doll!!" The gym filled with laughter of the students. Next she put her hands around Katie's still slim waist and in one swift motion turned her so that her now ample rump was now facing the crowd. "Her butt is just as fake as her tits!" Jen yelled reaching out to give them a hard pinch. Katie began to full on cry now. Then something happened. Sarah grinned. Katie's eyes grew wide, she could feel a new pressure building, it felt as if it was consuming her entire body. "Oh my god!" she yelled, her tears stopping, as everything began to inflate at the most rapid pace yet. Her tits ballooned out even farther, her ass swelled out to the size of inflated exercise balls and her stomach began to swell, and fast. In moments she looked 6 months pregnant, than 9 months, then 3 months overdue. Her stomach began to round out her entire body. She was turning into a giant ball! "Help me! Help me! I'm blowing up everywhere!" Jen slowly backed away, no longer sure what to do. "Shes blowing up like a ballon!" "She going to pop!" "She's turning into a giant zeppelin!" The students wouldn't let up. SNAP! Her sports bra exploded off her enormous breasts letting them bounce freely. Her Skirt split down the side and flew off her ass. She swelled and swelled, before long Katie sat in the middle of the gym, a giant ball with two enormous breasts. Only divits remained where her hands and feet were (they had sunk into the blimp she had become). Her beautiful face remained perfectly unaffected, resting atop her newly inflated form, almost being smother by her dangerously large orbs which were her tits. "Holy shit, shes so fat!" "Hit the deck before she blows!" "Shes filling with silicone!!" "This is just like that willy wonka movie, can we can juice silicon though?" Katie looked around panicked. "WHY ARE YOU ALL JUST SITTING THERE, HELP ME BEFORE I BURST!" All seemed hopeless when out of nowhere, Sarah stood up and came out of the stands, holding something in her hand which appeared to be a giant belt. Katie glared at her, "Don't come near me!" fearing she would try to pop her. "I'm here to help you.." Sarah said softly. "Someone in the audience said something about juicing you, I figure maybe we can squeeze you?" "GET AWAY FROM ME!" Katie Screamed, "YOU'LL TRY TO POP ME FOR SURE!" "I guess that's just a chance I'm willing to take" Sarah said as she began to wrap the belt around Katie's waist. "No! No! No! Someone get her off of me!" The crowd simply watched in awe, as if it were some type of bad horror/comedy. Sarah buckled the belt and snapped her fingers. Katie's eyes went wide, "What the!?" The belt began to constrict. Growing tighter and tighter around Katie's waist. Flesh began to bulge around either side of the belt, giving Katie a very cartoonish hourglass figure. "OOOOOOOOOH MY GODDDDDDDDDD!" Katie screamed. Trying to flail her little hands. The tightening picked up, squeezing Katie, and displacing whatever she had filled with, into her already mammoth breasts. "GET THIS BELT OFF MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! I'M GOING TO EXPLOOOOOOOOOODE" The belt constricted even more. Sending a final rush of whatever was filling straight to her tits. BANG!!!BANG!!! BANG!! Katie's breasts exploded, followed by the rest of her. Sarah smiled and began slowly walking to the exit, trying not to step on any silicone on the way out. "What the fuck.." was the only whisper heard from the audience.

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"Hey, Dad?" Micheal looked up from the book he was reading on the back patio of his house. At roughly forty-five years old, he had reached his middle age rather gracefully. Brushing a stray lock of his notoriously unkempt hair aside, he glanced over his shoulder to see his son, Timothy. Folding the corner of a page over to mark his place in the novel, he turned to face his child. "Hey, sport. What's up? I thought you and your friends would be playing that new game of yours. What number is it up to now, Black Ops 28 or 29?" "Twenty-FOUR, dad, and I'm out here because mom told me to get outside so the cleaning droids could dust." Timothy sighed. "But yeah, I had a question for ya." He waited a moment, and Micheal motioned for him to continue. "How did you and mom meet?" Micheal froze for a moment, his eyes widening ever so slightly before settling back into place. He rubbed his chin, thinking about the best way to answer. "Hmmm... well, kiddo, you're sixteen and a half or so. I guess I can tell you. Grab me a soda from the fridge and have a seat with me, it's a long story... It was about 25 years ago. I had just gotten started on my junior year of college, and your mother, Anabelle, was in most of my classes. Honestly, I had a crush on her the moment I saw her, but never had the guts to ask her out. We were good friends, but I never expected anything more. Then one day, about three weeks into the semester, she vanished. "What happened to her?" That... even I don't know the whole story. She was kidnapped, as far as I know. She doesn't like to talk about it, and if I catch word that you're forcing her, you're grounded. Anyway... I looked down at the slip of paper in my hand, turning it over one last time to make sure it was real and not some kind of prank. I read the words on it again, carefully whispering them in my mind. 'You are cordially invited to this month's balloon auction at the Club PSI auction house. You have been randomly selected and are granted permission to bid on public lots 3,7,12,13, and 20.' "Ticket please, sir." A burly security guard stood in my way, blocking the entrance to the famous Club PSI. Getting in even for a night was expensive, and the inflations and other amenities the place had to offer made it a hotspot for the rich and famous. I handed over the paper. He stared at it through his dark sunglasses before ushering me inside through one of the doors. I was quickly led to an elevator and taken deep down into the building... floor B3. "Floor B3? I don't know anything about that..." Most brochures for the club don't mention it. It's for the more extreme folks who enjoy popping and ownership. Every month, they hold an auction where they permanently sell inflated people... but aside from the few maniacs who don't care who buys them, the inflatee can request that only people of a certain gender, age, race, or anything can bid on them. I've heard that sometimes they request people by name, and some auctions only have five or six bidders. "So you met mom at the auction, of all places?" Yes. May I continue? "Lot number 1! This big berry girl here is looking for a nice owner who doesn't mind her size. She was chubby before, but now... watch out that she doesn't bowl you over! All participating in lot 1, step forward. Starting bid is 300$... 310! 325! Can I get a 350?" "Sold! Lot number 5 is sold to the lady in the yellow dress! Come claim your prize, and pay at the counter!" "Everyone participating in lot number 8, step forward..." Time seemed to tick by slower than it should have, especially for a fast-paced auction house. I glanced down at the touchpad provided to me, watching the details of each 'product' flash by as they came up. Age, gender, former name... whoever bought them legally owned them, so they could change that. To be honest, I was questioning why I had bothered coming. I didn't need a ballooned person, I was a nearly-broke college student with no room to store one even if I did want one! "Lot twenty!" My pad lit up, indicating I could bid on this one. My bank account had been pre-entered on it, so I could place any bid as long as I had the cash. "This spry young lass formerly went by the name of Anabelle! What a long name for a balloon." THAT got my attention. I whipped my head up, and sure enough, there was Anabelle. Ana. My friend, inflated helplessly and floating there tied to a small cable on the floor. She was beautiful, even puffed up as she was. She looked more like a sphere than the girl I knew, but her breasts jutted out of her round form and her face was still there, if a bit obscured by her long blonde hair and her kind voice muffled by the plug in her mouth. But I noticed something, something nobody else seemed to, even the announcer. "What did you see, Dad?" She was crying. I assume that everyone else didn't notice because all the balloons there are there willingly. You can't just kidnap someone and inflate them... all the balloons sold that night, and every night, were there of their own free will, having gone through no less than three psychiatric evaluations and signing a serious contract. But she was crying nonetheless. I looked down at my touchpad. Three thousand dollars in my bank account. I had to do this. "Our opening price is 300 dol-WHAT?!" The auctioneer didn't finish his sentence. In fact, the whole audience went silent for a second. I had placed the first bid: a thousand dollars. From what I had overheard before the auction started, most of them barely sold for more than 800, as even the rich knew another chance for a living, inflated toy would roll around next month. "O-one thousand! A cool grand! Can I get a- FIFTEEN HUNDRED!" The number shot up again. Everyone else stepped backwards, shock on their faces. To them, this wasn't worth the money. They all stepped back, but me... and one other man. He was old, roughly 60 if I had to guess, and he looked like he'd seen a lot. A scar blocked out one of his eyes, and he was missing a tooth, but his suit was pressed as though he had stepped out of dinner with royalty. He glared at me. I glared back. The numbers rose. "Eighteen hundred! No, Nineteen! Can I g- Two thousand! TWENTY-FIVE HUNDRED! A NEW REC- THREE THOUSAND DOLLARS!" I broke into a cold sweat. He had bid that, not me. I had to do something, FAST. The man was looking incredibly irritated. I grabbed at my back pocket. "GOING ONCE..." I pulled out my wallet. I was so dead for this. Anabelle's tears started flowing faster. "GOING TWICE..." I yanked out my mother's credit card. 'only for emergencies,' she had told me. I swiped it through the reader on the side of the touchpad. "GOING THREE TIMES..." I hit 'max bid'. "So... s... fif..." the auctioneer's speech slowed to a sputtering stop. Everyone stared at the big, lit-up board that displayed the current bid. Fifty thousand dollars. I had maxed out the card. A loud bang. Darkness. "MICHEAL!" I awoke to the steady beeping of a heart monitor. Looking around, I found myself in a hospital bed... and my side HURT. Badly. I let out a loud groan, sluggishly moving a hand to where it hurt. Why did everything feel so stiff and slow? "Mike?" Her words woke me up, like an angel descending from above to offer salvation. That was Ana's voice. I glanced around the room, slowly. My neck was sore. Everything was sore. After a few moments that felt like an eternity, I rolled just enough to see a big bouquet of balloons in the corner. And in the center of it, floating there like all the rest, was Ana. Someone had even written 'get well soon' in a big heart on her exposed belly in some kind of body paint, matching the message printed on the other balloons. "A...na? Water..." "HEY! MICHEAL'S AWAKE! CAN I GET A NURSE IN HERE? Don't worry Mike, I'm here for you." It wasn't long before first a nurse, then a doctor came running. They gave me water, checked my vitals, a lot of things. I wasn't paying too much attention. By the time I regained focus, it was dark. Judging by the moon outside the window, it was nighttime. Ana was still floating there. Watching me. "Mike...? Are you awake?" "Rgh... yeah... what the hell happened?" She looked at me, a bit worried. "You... you saved me. Don't you remember?" She had more tears in her eyes. "That man... that MONSTER pulled a gun and shot you! Right in the middle of the auction! They restrained him, and... I kinda bit through the gag they had me in, so I could tell them everything. He blackmailed me into doing this so he could buy me... bastard ran a gang and threatened to hurt my family if I didn't agree!" That would have sent me flying into a panic about getting tracked down by some hitman, but I was a little too hopped up on pain medicine to think perfectly straight. "So... what happened next?" They took him away and arrested him... his trial's in a few weeks. I heard they plan to try and permanently inflate him as punishment. As for me... us... the club voided your bid, the whole thing, and placed a single bid in your name with their money. I'm yours now. And I'm so grateful." "...wait, how the hell am I gonna fit you in my dorm room!?" Micheal crumpled his empty soda can and tossed it in the small recycling bin on the porch as he finished his story. "...so that's the long and short of it. After I essentially 'bought' my crush, we pretty soon realized that we both had feelings for each other. We got married pretty soon afterwards, and later on you came along." "Huh." Timothy pondered for a moment, allowing his father to relish whatever memory he was recalling at the moment. "Hey dad, do you think-" "Son, I'd sooner walk into a sex store in broad daylight and buy you a blowup doll before taking you to one of those auctions." "Fair enough. So, uh... what's for dinner?" "I think I can answer that," replied Anabelle, waddling out. Even after twenty years of being her husband's balloon, she kept herself inflated to at least large enough to struggle through doorways, often reprising her spherical role as she found it far more comfortable. "I was thinking we could all go out for pizza. But there's a price~" she spread her puffy arms wide, waiting. "Family hug?" Timothy asked. "Family hug, final offer," Micheal replied teasingly. Anabelle giggled. "Going once, going twice, SOLD! To the best family I could ask for." They all embraced, and then worked together to squeeze Ana into the car so they could go get some delicious food. As they drove off, Micheal chuckled under his breath, too quiet for anyone else to hear. "Best purchase I ever made."

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"Everybody has a student like Rory Matheson in their class. He was the quiet loner. The mean little nerd that the other nerds couldn't even stand! That was Rory. Nobody, not a single person, took the kid seriously! It was quite sad really, thinking back to it. But then one day, it was like he snapped or something, he started acting really weird! It was about a month or two ago. It was time for the Homecoming game and it coincided with a game against our rivals at Valley High. Everyone was organizing dates with their sweeties and such for the dance. Everybody was laughing at him. It seemed like Rory had actually grown some balls! Enough to ask some of the girls out. As a matter of fact, he asked every girl! But it just so happened that every girl turned him down. I mean I might've gone out with him, you know, as a sympathy date or something, but I mean I was already going with Rob! Anyway, it was a Friday, the Friday of the big game and everybody in school was at the pep rally. "Are we going to kick some Valley ass?" Rob shouted. He looked so good up there, rallying the student body. I was sitting with the rest of the cheerleaders up on stage, along with almost every other sports team the school possessed! "Yes!" they all shouted back, one of the first time in years when everybody seemed to have school spirit. Suddenly the double doors at the end of the gym slammed open. It was Rory, carrying a duffel bag. He walked in quietly, but everyone was staring at the interruption he was creating. It looked like he was making his way towards the stage. He stepped up and everyone cringed. 'What did he want?' we thought. He walked over to the microphone, pushing Rob out the way. "What the hell's with you, nerd?" Rob asked like a jerk. Rory just approached the mic and opened up his duffel bag. "Well... I have something to say... to all of you!" said an assertive Rory. "In recent weeks, I gained the courage to ask out several girls in this school. After all was said and done, I've ended up with no one!" he said, pounding the podium with his fist. "So I have something to say! All of you girls... You're ugly! You're frail wenches!" Everyone started booing him. "So I, Rory Matheson, will save you from what people tell you is beauty, and show you just what true beauty really is!" With that, Rory pulled an old looking raygun out of his duffelbag. "Who's first?" he asked with an evil chuckle. After a brief hesitant pause, everyone laughed at this, not thinking that his toy gun could actually do something. "This is something I whipped up out of some stray parts. I'm going to use it to make every girl in this school... a... a work of art!" He spun around and aimed it at Melanie Gates, the girl sitting directly to my right. He opened fire and a blue beam shot across the stage, knocking Melanie out of her seat. Now Melanie was not by any means the snobby, stereotypical cheerleader. She probably would've gone out with Rory if she wasn't going out with Dylan first! She was kind, considerate and nice. Yet she was the first to taste the geek's wrath. The audience, seeing that at the very least, Rory's raygun packed a wallop, started to run for the exits. I ran to help Melanie. I asked if she was alright as more cheerleaders ran to help too. "I... I... I feel... strange." Was the only thing she could say. She grabbed her stomach. I thought it was weird because she was clearly shot in the shoulder. I asked her what hurt. "I... I just feel... weird." She responded with an unusual, mousy voice. Rory laughed from his spot at the podium, that was until he realized that everyone but me and a few of the other cheerleaders had ran away. "What...? No!" he screamed angrily, making us all look at him, taking our attention off Melanie. "You're all supposed to stay and see this!" That's when he realized he still had us. "Back away from her!" he said with a bit of a smile while aiming his gun at us. I looked down at Melanie to see if she would be okay, but something was weird! Melanie was inflating! I mean she was blowing up like a balloon! We all gasped. Some backed away. Her face was tense as she tried to rip her clothes off her body as they got tighter on her. In seconds she had a belly the size of a pregnant woman at term! "Get away from her! Now!" shouted Rory, aiming his gun right at me. I put my hands up and backed away slowly, my eyes stuck on poor Melanie's ever-growing belly! A few of the others began to cry while others gave a frightened commentary. 'She's blowing up!' 'Get away from her! She might blow!' Stuff I'm sure helped Melanie feel a lot better. With a powerful surge, her cheerleading sweater ripped open at the seams, as did her pleaded skirt shortly after. They fell to tatters on the floor as she groaned uncontrollably. In nothing but a bra and extremely tight panties, Melanie squealed in terror as her belly's growth spread to other parts of her body. Her limbs had become giant, bulbous cones pointing towards gently puffy digits. Her belly was consuming her entire body. All poor Melanie could do was grow rounder and rounder until she was almost a complete orb! Little puffy fingers and toes jutted off swollen hands and feet. The poor girl was a walking... okay well I guess not walking... but a living, breathing balloon. She sat there, only able to move her eyes in a worried fashion, first to us, then back to Rory. Rory only laughed. "Now you see! That's beautiful! There's something about a inflated girl that just drives me crazy!" There was nervous chatter from everyone, but one assertive voice cut thru it like a ginsu. "You sick little fuck!" shouted Liz Browning. None of us liked Liz. She was way snobby! Liz's father was a lawyer, a fairly successful lawyer at that too, so they had a lot of money. She had this thing we called the Liz Cycle! It was weird. Though part of the cheerleading squad, she had the most atrocious eating habits! And it wasn't like her metabolism made up for it either. So she'd start at about 118. Then over the course of the next weeks, she'd stuff herself silly! Then she'll show up to practice and say something like "You girls go ahead, I'm a bit out of shape!" while cramming a cheeseburger down her throat. Eventually, she'd find herself at about 225-250 and her father would schedule her for some liposuction. Three days later, she'd show up at school again, show up for practice, get at least some of the cheers down, but then be too large for her uniform by game time, starting the Liz Cycle all over again! Anyway, we just don't like Liz. From what I heard, Rory didn't either. He asked her out during one of her fat times on the Liz Cycle but Liz put him down in front of the whole squad as if he were a complete blubbering idiot. Most of the suck-ups laughed along, but we all thought it was really mean. I mean if anyone was blubbering it was that fat cow Liz. Anyway, enough with the petty bickering. She was the meanest to him. "Well Miss Browning!" he laughed, turning and pointing his raygun at her. "You've got this coming more than the rest of them. I've got a treat for you though!" Another thing you might want to know about Liz. She has this sick fetish! She has to smell good, well at least in her own mind. She bathes in perfumes and body fragrances. I mean a few would be alright, but she mixes them all together. It's overpowering, like tears-to-your-eyes overpowering! Well that's what Rory wanted to exploit with his bitter sense of irony. He pulled the trigger as Liz let out a loud shriek. We watched as she fell to the geek's feet, and rolled onto her back. Meanwhile, I checked on Melanie. I asked if she could still talk and if she was okay. She let out a soft murmur I could just hardly hear above everything else. "Goin'... to pop!" she moaned to herself. I assured her that she wouldn't, that I'd make sure of it. "Tha... Than... Thanks..." She moaned. "Don't mention it," I smiled. I sat beside her and tried to comfort her the best I could, half afraid myself that she was going to blow! I turned my attention back over to Liz as the nerd walked to her side. "What... smells?" strained Liz. Rory only laughed as he could see her start to look a little puffy. "Why that's you." He chuckled, turning to the rest of us. "You see, this ray can make a female inflate with over 50 different substances! Miss Gates over there is filled with good old fashioned air, Like a good old fashioned balloon. While our pal Liz here," he joked with a kick to her side. "... is blowing up with frankly, a more smelly compound!" he said with a sadistic laugh. "Something... stinks!" said Liz, seemingly in a state of shock. She started to inflate rapidly as Melanie had. Within seconds, she looked ready to go into labor with triplets! She was inflating faster than Melanie had! With a loud rip, her sweater fell off, but her skirt, a custom made stretchy one for those fat times, was still able to hold on for dear life! As Liz's body rounded out into a sphere she asked one more time. "Who... reeks?" She stopped growing and looked rather ridiculous, with her stretched out skirt, around the area that used to be her waste. "Why you of course!" laughed Rory again, kicking her off the stage. She fell and rolled back several aisles until she came to a stop in the center of the gym. "What... ranks?" she moaned to herself. "Heheh. Methane." Chuckled Rory to himself in a weird Gary Oldman like style. He let out an amused sigh. "Who's next?" he asked turning to face the rest of us. The other girls just sat there and whimpered, hoping they wouldn't be the next target. "You!" pointed Rory, aiming a gun at Amy Walker. She was the ditsy member of the team! She was also the most emotional. Her face was puffy with tears of fright. As Rory pointed at her, she screamed no and tried to hold on to the girl next to her. Rory fired a direct hit, sending Amy into the back wall. Her growth was slow, but instantaneous. It was strange, it looked like whatever she was filling up with was pulling her upwards. There was a loose chair that she held onto as a full term belly began to lift her from the floor. "You, Amy, the 'flighty' one will know true flight! You're filling up with the perennial favorite, helium!" As her torso billowed out larger than her sweater could hold, the stitching ripped off around her and fell to the floor in shreds. "What? Helium...?" she squeaked as though her voice was played at high speed. "My... My Voice!" she shrieked as she grabbed her throat instead of the chair. Becoming more spherical now, her body slowly floated up to the rafters. "Help! Help!" she screamed with her squeaky helium-ized voice. She frantically swatted her hands and feet trying to get down some but it was useless! The poor thing was helpless, twenty feet above us. Rory kept laughing. "Another one down... er up I guess the case may be! Who's left?" he asked sadistically. "Hey! Ingrid! Let's get global with this thing!" He said to the new transfer student from Sweden. She knew a lot of English and was very sweet and beautiful! I would've been her best friend if all the boys didn't swarm around her. Ingrid, I thought was brave. She sat there, waiting for it. " I ken tak-it, boy!" she said with her heavy accent. Rory beamed, and then fired, knocking her back onto her ass. She just exploded. She was already pretty buxom but now, her breasts, as did the rest of her body, just grew like crazy. As her sweater tore off, she huffed deeply as her body got rounder and rounder. With a loud rip, her skirt followed. The poor girl was huge! Her pale complexion seemed to get even more of a creamy white. As she finished filling up, she bobbled, trying to escape from any more torture. Rory rolled her into the back wall though, laughing evilly. "Hope you're not lactose intolerant!" he said. "Vot?" she groaned, with a heavy breath. "Bastard!" she said in Straining English, before lying back helplessly. She was the first to swell up with a liquid, milk to be precise. It must have been really unpleasant. "Your welcome!" laughed Rory "Next?" he asked. Again, everyone whimpered as he came to a decision. Then there was a loud pop! All of the girls screamed. That's when we realized that it was just Melanie's panties finally giving way. Roray just laughed as he saw me near her. I realized that I had even jumped back, maybe as a secret fear of Melanie exploding! "Don't... leave... me!" murmured the helpless Melanie. When Rory's head was turned, I neared her again, reassuring her that everything was going to be okay. "Hello Faith!" Rory laughed, ducking down towards the opposite end of the stage from me. Faith was the scientist of our whole operation. The smartest, she was also the most scared. She let out a loud scream when she was shot and crawled away afterward. She tried to get as far away as she could even though she knew she wouldn't get far. Everyone was silent, watching what Rory had done. Suddenly, a belly billowed out from under Faith. When it got to about full term in size, she rolled onto her back and hugged it, I guess trying to push it back in somehow. The way it jiggled and bobbled under her sweater, forced me to believe that it was a fluid of some sort. Rory only laughed sadistically when he saw the look of realized futility in her eyes. She continued trying to get away, hindered by her belly, now consuming her limbs. Her clothes gave way as she gave up. After rolling off the side of the stage, the poor girl has stopped growing and was a sphere like the others. Rory meanwhile, cocked his raygun and snickered, as the poor girl began to look playfully dizzy. "Beer! Ain't nothin' like it!" He laughed as we looked to see a burp and light giggle emerge from the round ball that was Faith. "I'm saving you for later, my little Keg-girl!" "Ah! Rei!" he laughed, facing the Japanese exchange student Rei Hiroyama. She hung out with the geeky otaku kids because they spoke a bastardize version of Japanese English that both sides could understand. "Iie! Iie!" she cried in Japanese, writhing away down a row of seats. Rory fired making her somersault backwards onto her belly which looked very painful. "Domo Arigato, Kyofusen Kanojo!" he laughed. The hell if I know what that means! We all watched helplessly as poor Rei began to inflate. She cried and cursed in her native tongue, wishing she'd never went on an exchange in the first place! She grew the fastest! Seconds after the shot, her clothes were ripped and her belly dominated the rest of her body. She was rapidly ballooning to sphere-dom. When she reached it, she bobbled helplessly. "I always wanted to see what would happen to a girl inflated with gel! Thanks for giving me a visual!" he laughed, patting her cheek. The poor thing just moaned as she rubbed her vast sides as much as she could. Her whole body wobbled as she did so. After her was Jamie. She was pretty much the stereotypical cheerleader. Only very slutty. To the 29th degree! Rory and his bitter sense of Irony had a way of dealing with this. As her pointed his ray at her, Jamie began running, just as the others had. When Rory fired, she slowly stopped dead in her tracks, only to be knocked flat on her face. "Oh!" she screamed, clenching her stomach with her hands. Slowly, it seemed to push out as if it too were filling with liquid. Rory only laughed hysterically as she dropped to her knees. "Ho'Bags!" he smirked. "With you fucking around all the time, it's a good thing I didn't go out with you! 'Probably catch an STD or something! You've probably sucked enough sperm for three life times, but there's some more for good measure!" The rest of us stared at the poor girl, filled with semen! It was disgusting! Rory changed the subject as he turned to the rest of us. "The party's just starting! All of you inflating is just part one. Part two is going to be a lot more... 'pleasurable?' So who's next?" One by one, I watched as he picked the rest off. Carla was shot next, filling up with smoke. I guess there's a bit of irony in that since she was sort of burnt out. Her skin had a grayish tint to it that made her look fairly unhealthy, but then again, she usually did. Keesha was next. Her dark skin stretched to the limits, holding Hydrogen. She flew to the ceiling even faster than Amy had. and even seemed a little bigger for some reason. Gretchen was the last one he had easily noticed. She inflated very slowly, but seemed a bit larger. I think it was laughing gas because even though she was pretty scared, after she was inflated, she couldn't stop laughing! He'd made a mockery out of them! And I was the last one. I think I had Melanie's help with that. She had inflated so large that I could easily hide behind her. She argued with me, even in her swollen state. I think she had begun to feel a little heroic, although she couldn't do a damned thing. She told me to run, but I wanted to be the hero! I probably should have listened to her. But Rory thought he had inflated the last of us so I wanted to sneak up behind him and grab his gun. I had snuck behind him so wonderfully, I thought I could've done it! That was until Liz, that ungrateful bitch! "Gwen? You... smell that...? Nas-ty!" she puffed from across the gym. Rory turned around quickly, knocking me backwards. "Ah, a stray! Let's see what else is on this gun, shall we." He clicked thru a digital menu mounted on the top. I was crawling on my back away from him, towards the edge of the stage. "Of course! Regular old, H2O! How could I forget that? Saved the best for last I guess." he laughed as he set it. I kept backing away. "You're going to make a big splash." he badly punned. With a powerful blast, I was knocked off the stage onto the auditorium floor. But something was up! He just kept firing! He wasn't taking his finger off the trigger. He kept focusing the beam on me. Right after noticing that, I noticed something else. An odd twitch deep down inside. I caressed my abs under my wooly sweater. They felt puffy! I let out a loud moan. "Yes My Dear! That's it!" Laughed the twisted nerd as he finally took the gun off me. I could feel myself filling with the water. It wasn't a pretty feeling! It gushed thru my system like a tsunami! I tried to get to my feet. Once I did, I noticed my belly was now about that of a woman pregnant in her first trimester. I fell into a state of shock and began to stagger away. Rory jumped off the stage to follow me. He laughed as he aimed the gun at me. He fired again, knocking me flat onto my belly. It bobbled under me, making me roll to my side. I looked down at it and then back up at him. He only laughed as my figure took on a full term look to it. The scary thing was that it only seemed to grow faster. The faster it grew, the more it seemed to cover other parts of my body. My breasts felt like water filled beachballs, as did both of my ass cheeks. I looked to Melanie, crying as she saw me inflate out of the corner of her eye. It took my attention off of my growth for a second. When I looked back, my belly looked like It was bursting with about three and a half dozen babies! My sweater just burst right off like the wrapping of a Christmas present. My body, it just kept growing, Larger than any of the other girls. I looked back up at Rory to give him a pathetic look only to see the sadistically horny look in his eye, above the barrel of his raygun aiming at me again. I was ready to start crying myself when suddenly I heard a loud shatter. The swat team came on aiming their guns at Rory. Their real guns! I blacked out then, just as my body inflated twice as large as Melanie's. Two months have past by. Melanie, they were able to deflate by using a vacuum like device. Her figure was a bit more hourglassy looking, but you couldn't tell she was once ball shaped. Liz's father had a special team of doctors take care of her. They were able to deflate her as well, though she now can't mask the odor of methane. Her father also went broke trying to deflate his 'poor baloon daughter', so it looks like no liposuctions anytime soon and I heard she was getting to be about 350 now, the fat cow! Poor Amy and Keesha! They had to use a net to pull them both down and then both had to be tied to a weight before walking outside. Amy, over the course of a week, slowly released enough to touch ground and they pumped the rest out then. Keesha presented a different problem since hydrogen is so combustible. But I'm glad they were able to get it out of her too. Rumors have it that Ingrid was airlifted back to her own country where I heard she was milked like a cow. I personally don't believe that though! I think it's just a story about the poor girl, since the others were so jealous about the male attention she attracted, but who knows. Faith, is still here in the hospital. They drained a good part of it out of her but they just want to make sure that that much alcohol doesn't have any weird effects on her. The same with Carla, only now she smells even more like smoke! Jamie, it turns out, is now pregnant. No one knows if it was directly from Rory's raygun or if it was from some other time prior to. Serves her right though! Anyway, I heard it took some time for them to get a good part of the gel out of Rei. She visited me when she was here. The gel that was still in her system looked like fat along her hips, thighs but especially in her ass. We're talking 6x larger than Jennifer Lopez's! Hope they can take care of that for her before she goes home or else the ride home will be pretty uncomfortable! Poor thing! And Gretchen was in fact, blown up with that laughing gas they use at the dentists. They pumped it all out of her though, w/o any complications I heard and filled a couple tanks with the stuff, so watch out the next time you go to the dentist. And me... They pumped as much as they could. But I was a lot bigger than the other girls. When all was said and done, 3 times larger! Now they said they just have to drain this over the next few weeks. Is that good enough?" asked Gwen, lying back in her hospital bed, caressing a gigantically round belly, looking like she was ready to deliver four dozen babies after they had relocated all the excess water into her belly. "That's really all I can remember." "That's perfect, Miss Cassidy." Said Tiffany Gibson. She was a reporter interviewing Gwen for a nation paper. "Any word on Rory?" "I... I have no clue! I just hope they catch that little freak and get him some help! Before he can do this to anyone else!" she sighed, looking down at her tummy, giving it a rub on top. "Okay... Well I've got to get going. I hope they're able to get you back to normal! Thanks for the interview!" said Tiffany, collecting her things. "My pleasure... Oh! Could you tell the nurse to come in here and rub some more ointment on my belly? It's starting to feel dry and the last thing I need is stretch marks or something!" Gwen said with a feigned laugh. "Of course!" laughed Tiffany, waving goodbye. She turned the corner. "Poor girl!" she thought to herself as she headed for the nurses' station. It was a little after midnight and she wasn't looking forward to writing this article before her 9am deadline. "Nurse... Gwen in room 274... she... OH SHIT!!!" Tiffany screamed in shock. There in front of her, laid a woman on her stomach, or at least what wouldn't been her stomach, had she not been as wide as she was tall. Tiffany looked around, every nurse on the floor was now a swollen orb! They tried to talk but their voices could only let out helpless moans. That's when Tiffany heard Gwen's scream of terror. She ran back hastily. She slid to the doorway, to see a nerdy looking kid holding a strangely high-tech, but homemade looking gun. "Revenge... Is best served sweet!" He laughed. "So how about I fill you up with blueberry juice? Call it homage!" "You perv!" shouted Tiffany, heroically running at him to prevent a shot at Gwen. Rory jerked to face her and fired, knocking Tiffany back out of the room and into the wall across the corridor. She felt strangely odd, and had the taste of blueberry on her tongue. With her skin a tint of light blue and a massive surge, her belly billowed outward in all directions, like an explosion, ripping the clothes from her body. "Damn." She thought. "What I'll do for an article!"

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The whole squad, all eighteen of them, were gathered in the changing room, getting ready for their big night. It was 11:35 and in less than half an hour they would be the ones to initiate the celebrations for Midnight Madness, the first official day (night, to be precise) of the basketball season. They were already listening to the accumulating crowd, stamping feet, noisy chats and the occasional cheer, overpowering the uplifting music that was already making the whole building vibrate slightly. Loud screeching was coming from the freshly polished wooden gym floor as people were running here and there attending to the last moment preparations, making sure everything was in place and ready for the big event. The occasional buzzing sound was filling the entire place from the speaker and microphone checks. The cheerleaders were already wearing their uniforms and had their hair up in high ponytails adorned with extravagant golden bows. Most of them were sitting on the benches tying their shoelaces and evening out their socks, others were looking themselves in mirrors taking care of any loose strands of hair or possibly smudged make-up, some were stretching or doing voice exercises and a few were just standing and breathing, trying to calm their nerves. "I don't feel so good.", whined Pam, sitting on a bench-corner, her hand grabbing her stomach and her breath laboured. "Relax Pee, you're just nervous.", said Jessica sternly, standing in front of an open locker, checking herself out in the mirror and not even looking at the suffering Pam. "Or it's the taco you inhaled two hours ago.", sniggered Brittany from where she was crouching to tie a spotless white shoelace. Pam turned a deep beetroot red and her green eyes fell on the soiled floor not able to utter another word but her lip quivered. Georgia rested a hand on her shoulder and spoke to her softly: "You know, Jess is probably right, just relax and you'll be fine.", and she smiled at her genuinely. Pam looked up at her, then at Jess who was now looking right back at her, and she shook her shoulder to get out of Gigi's grip. "I don't need your pity Gigi.", she said mockingly. Georgia took a small step back, then turned and left Pam's side to go and talk with Keiko and Tory who were shaking their heads in disapproval. "Don't fret yourself Gigi.", Keiko spoke in that low but kind voice of hers. "I guess we all get the friends we deserve.", continued Tory pointedly in a higher volume and glowered at Pam and then at Jess and Britt respectively. Tanya, who was observing the scene with Beth, looked at her friend and said with sincere curiosity: "How can you two possibly come from the same womb?" "You know, Tanya, I often wonder about that myself... But I have yet to come to a definite conclusion.", replied Beth sticking her tongue out, but her eyes looked sadder than usual. Amy, who didn't look at all happy with what had just happened was now talking to James and Paige. There was much nodding and grinning being exchanged, someone could say they were acting almost conspiratorially. So did Tanya with Jane and Alisha. Beth with Keiko, Gigi, Tory and Ronnie were acting strangely as well. Ronnie was practically laughing his ass off every time he stole a glance of Jessica and he was receiving hard elbowings to the ribs by the girls surrounding him, which had already proved to be highly ineffective – maybe even the opposite. Jessica was getting really angry with all that weird behaviour of her team and she wasn't one to tolerate such unruly manners from anyone. It was almost five minutes before their first number and they had to recollect themselves if they were to succeed in making the whole gym cheer with them. She decided to go with courteous motivating for now. "Listen sisters and brothers!", she yelled stepping on a bench. "We are about to give our very first performance as a team. Don't forget, that is what we are, a team! Group hug Vipers!" And with that she jumped down on the tile floor and hugged Britt and Pam who were now standing right next to her. Megan ran to take part in the disgusting display of power by Jessica, happy to be manipulated. Cleo reluctantly followed and so did Clair. Trixie hesitantly opened her arms and walked towards them wrinkling her nose in contempt. Amy was the first of the rest to join the hug and, watching her, all the others followed suit. Alisha with Jane, Beth, and Tanya went right behind Amy. Gigi took Keiko by the hand and lead her to the growing "cheerleader pile" along with Tory. Page was the last to join in that desperate act to force some team spirit followed by James who lovingly put his palm on her right nether cheek, winking at her when she turned her head and glared at him. Ronnie just stood some inches away from the others looking rather confused as to what he was supposed to do. The piercing feedback from a microphone signaled the beginning of their big night and so Ronnie didn't have to decide what to do anymore, he had other things to attend to. The MC announced them and so, as planned, James and Ronnie went first through the small passageway leading to the court holding one end of a big banner each. What only a few girls knew was that James had another trick up his sleeve – inside his pocket actually. They both stood on each side of the entrance to the court and held the banner high above their heads (being above 6ft. tall, that was quite high). James slid his free hand inside his pocket and took out a small bottle. Watching carefully not to be caught, he made a quick movement and spilt the content on the floor, right in the middle of the space between him and Ronnie. Ronnie looked at him with a look that was somewhere between nervousness and delight, like a kid who is about to stick his hand inside the jam jar but is afraid of the imminent punishment. Jessica was the first to leave the locker room, all the others forming a line behind her in their prearranged order. Her hands were up in the air, a huge smile was covering her face and her eyes were sparkling, that was her moment... But as she stepped on the hardwood floor of the massive gym, the exact second she passed under their banner, everything slowed down, the room around her turned and she could hear every heartbeat, every breath she was taking and a harsh realisation dawned on her. She was falling. Jessica came down with a screeching sound and a thud. The audience froze momentarily and two nurses were by her side in an instant. She was screaming, not from pain so much, as from irritation. Britt and Pam who were directly behind her were trying to pacify her as the nurses were doing their best to determine the seriousness of her injury. Amy gave in and smiled if only for a split second and then quickly composed herself and turned to the rest of the team, still standing on the corridor: "Alright girls! We have work to do here! Jess won't accompany us, at least for our first act, so we'll have to do it ourselves. Jess's bases and spotter are out as well. Sorry Tory, will you go and inform them?" Tory, who was Jessica's spotter looked a bit disappointed but did as Amy said, she knew the plan after all and she would have plenty of time later to do make her appearance. So she ran back inside the changing room, where they had taken Jess. "Now! I am going to take the centre spot with Cleo, Beth, and Keiko. To my right will be Trixie with Megan, Paige, and Gigi, and to my left Tanya with Alisha, Clair, and Jane. You know what to do girls, nothing's changed. We can do this! Go Vipers!", Amy was speaking loudly and with confidence, she took all the girls with her in an instant. During the past few months Amy along with Jessica and Brittany had made the perfect choreography. What the last two didn't know though was that each change Amy had made over the weeks had nothing to do with aesthetic reasons or efficiency, as she'd been telling them, but they were serving another, much bigger, cause. So now that the girls were gathered in the hallway waiting for their number to begin and Amy giving the last customary pep talk, the last pieces were falling into place. Amy looked back at the entrance of the corridor and nodded to Ronnie who nodded to the MC that the squad was ready to perform. The MC announced them once again and the music started playing, and the crowd yelled and applauded. All the girls, one by one, run under the banner and took their rehearsed spots on the court. They started dancing in a line and, as the routine progressed, they formed three groups of four. The flyers got up on their bases and started performing their jumps while yelling and cheering along with the music. The audience seemed impressed. When the music stopped all three flyers were standing on the hands of their bases who had them over their heads. Amy, Trixie and Tanya had their hands up in the air in three perfectly formed Vs, their chests heaving and sweat beading on their foreheads. With a strong yell from Keiko, Amy's spotter, all three of them fell backwards and their spotters caught them and brought them back on their feet. After a few seconds of silence the crowd was getting slightly uncomfortable... And then Amy stomped her foot down while taking a step forward. Then she clapped once. And then she turned to her team shouting: "ARE YOU READY?" Turning back to face the audience she shouted louder: "ARE. YOU. READY?" All the girls took a stomping step forward and aligned themselves with Amy. Turning her head right and then left she asked once more: "READY?" The squad faced the spectators and nodded in unison yelling: "OKAY!", and they all clapped once. The line of girls, as in one voice, started shouting: "We're here to welcome all", and they made a waving movement towards the onlookers with their right hands. "We're white and green and gold. AND READY!", and they clapped once again. "We're...", and with that every cheerleader, starting from the left of the line took a step forward, yelled her name, and then stepped back in line. When all were introduced they all said together again: "And we say: go!", clap. "Vipers!", stomp. "GO!", clap. "VIPERS!", stomp. "GOOOOOOOO...", stomping their feet repeatedly and crouching as if running on the spot. "VIPERS!!!", and with that final yell they all opened arms and legs and stood still in that position smiling and looking straight to the now delirious audience. In the meantime, when she heard the first clap, Tory had left the changing room and the wailing Jessica – who, as it turned out, would be totally unable to perform that night – and her two comforters to find the next vital item for Tanya's master plan. Back in the court, most of the girls (with the exception of Amy and Tanya) formed two parallel lines, one with nine cheerleaders – Beth, Cleo, Tory, Clair, Alisha, Trixie, Paige, Megan and Jane – and one with two – Keiko, and Georgia. The first line was positioned just inside the side line, the second right behind the first, with Keiko and Georgia behind Clair and Trixie respectively. Tanya was still standing in the centre of the court, inside the restraining circle, with her back turned to the spectators, facing her teammates. Amy was pacing behind the second, making a signal with her head to Ronnie and James who quickly folded the banner they were still holding above their heads and disappeared inside the corridor. Tanya felt excited and scared at the same time. Her heart was racing but she tried to focus and keep her mind on the choreography. She looked at Amy through Clair's, Alisha's and Keiko's head looking for some kind of reassurance. Amy's freckled face lit up, giving her a quick wink and Tanya stretched her huge lips beaming back at her. The music started and the girls in the front line walked arm-in-arm towards Tanya, the second line following, with Amy right behind them. They stopped right in front of Tanya who then turned to the audience and started clapping her hands above her head in the rhythm of the music encouraging them to clap themselves. Amy did the same thing yelling a loud "COME ON!", and people started, awkwardly at first, following their lead. When almost the whole gym was clapping rhythmically Tanya returned her focus on her teammates and walked across the front line in a predatory way. Beth, Tory, Alisha, Paige and Jane locked their elbows to ensure a better grip on the girls standing next to them and Keiko and Gigi looked focused and ready to spring into action. Tanya stopped in front of Cleo who was getting ready to make a jump but what happened next took her by absolute surprise! Tanya leaned in and touched her soft plump lips on hers, she opened her mouth and she started sucking air from Cleo's lungs. Cleo's eyes popped wide open in shock as she felt her muscular limbs weaken with every breath Tanya took. She tried to untangle herself from Beth's and Tory's grip but it was practically impossible, they were holding her too tight and the small Keiko, who had run to stand behind her, did a surprisingly good job at keeping her in place. Clair, Trixie and Megan – and the audience for that matter – looked as shocked as Cleo did and their own attempts to escape proved equally fruitless. Trixie actually started shouting but since Amy was still clapping in the beat and encouraging the onlookers to continue doing the same, they thought that it was all part of the act and after a while Trixie's screams were covered by enthusiastic yells and cheers. As Cleo was deflating in a washcloth version of her former self, her arms sagging inside her captors' ones, her legs dangling and her defined curves losing their glory, Tanya's lips were getting bigger and bigger. She had experimented a little over the past few months and she had found that she could focus the air influx in only one part of her body if she wanted. Every "Whoooosh!" that was echoing in her head was mentally forced in her lips which where painted a bright deep burgundy colour for the occasion. Cleo's head was starting to fall back, her neck no longer able to support it and with a quick glance down her body, Tanya saw that she'd had enough, she wasn't even able to speak, only muffled and coarse "mmnhm?..." escaping her throat. Tanya's now amazingly full lips left Cleo's and Beth with Keiko performed the task of holding her high above their heads for everyone to see and then leaving her on her previous spot, Beth receding behind the second line to accompany Amy with her crowd rousing and Keiko moving to position herself behind Clair. Tanya confidently moved to Clair whose strawberry blond hair was obviously starting to dampen at the edge of her forehead but her face was trying to retain a collected and dismissive expression. Well, that was about to change... Tanya licked her unbelievably swollen upper lip and her eyes glinted wolfishly. She lifted her right hand and softly touched Clair's lips, resting her thumb on her lower lip and her index on her upper one, and she parted them almost forcibly, Clair trying to shake her head but not being able to since Keiko was holding it in place for Tanya to do as she pleased. Tanya descended her open mouth upon Clair's and she inhaled deeply, feeling the air circulating around her lips and stretching them even more. They were now covering almost half her face, their corners easily reaching her ears. Clair had now closed her eyes since she couldn't watch herself anymore, her breasts drooping inside her once tight uniform, her arms and thighs now wrinkled like a deflated balloon... That was a nightmare. When Tanya felt it was enough, she stepped back from Clair, allowing Tory and Keiko to lift her above their heads, then let her down and go join Amy, like Beth had done before them. The onlookers were now officially mesmerised, they were still clapping, as invited, but other than that, not even a whisper. It was like a magician's show, everyone was waiting to see what happen at the edge of their seats... Trixie was next and Tanya had to admit that even though smaller than the other two, she had more bite in her. As Trixie was still screaming and trying to bite off a piece of Tanya's lower lip, Tanya understood why she was considered by many even more bitchy than Jessica. Trixie's eyes were watering out of anger and as Tanya was breathing in all her volume, she was still letting out cries of despair and rage. The advantage of being smaller was that it was quicker for Tanya to get it over with, and since she was the most annoying of the four, Tanya was really glad about that fact. Alisha and Paige triumphantly held the ash-blonde high in the air so that everyone could see, then let her back down and Alisha went to their dancing teammates. Megan was last and her face was contorted in terror and awe. She didn't protest, she didn't fight, she couldn't even breathe properly. She was just shedding silent tears on her uniform. Paige and Jane on her sides and Gigi behind her held her into place, even though that was not so necessary. What they were actually doing was supporting her while Tanya inhaled her, leaving behind a mere rag barely resembling her former self. When Tanya was done with her, Paige and Jane lifted Megan up in the air, then let her down again next to the others and, along with Gigi they joined the rest in a small victory dance that had the audience burst into approving cries. Tanya just stood in the centre of the court again, her eyes fixed on the corridor to the changing room, while Amy left her teammates to collect the four deflated cheerleaders and pile them up next to Tanya like a mound of dirty laundry. Ronnie was the first to emerge from the darkness of the hallway with a cheery Pam in his arms. Right behind him was James with Brittany. They were both holding the oblivious cheerleaders princess style, taking them to their doom... Brittany was the first to understand that something was amiss when she noticed four of the squad members missing and upon seeing a still squirming pile of uniforms... flesh... and hair... "OH MY GOD!!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THEM?", she screamed and she tried to put her feet down and run, but James grabbed her waist and brought her right in front of Tanya. Her arms were flying all over, trying to claw someone, anyone! Quickly, Tory and Beth clasped one hand each. Her legs were kicking frantically the air around her but, not being to move any other part of her body, they couldn't find a target. Tanya moved slowly in front of her and took hold of her face with both her hands. "You'll soon find out Bee.", and with that she kissed her. Pam couldn't really understand what was going on until she saw Brittany's eyes close, her cheeks hollowing out rapidly. She then let out a frightened yelp and slumped against Ronnie, immobilised by her fear. Beth looked at her and, even though she felt sad about her, she mouthed "You are next". To that Pam just covered her eyes and started crying. Britt was now ready to get thrown into the pile with the others, Beth and Tory had long now released her hands as all her strength had left her for good. Tanya's lips were beginning to gain proportions not seen before, not even by her. Her upper lip was almost covering her nose, her lower lip barely touching her jaw and the edges of her mouth were now extending beyond the width of her face. She felt a faint itch come and go in waves. Every time she inhaled she would feel a tingling sensation while her lips were expanding, but when she was exhaling the itch would come. That was oddly titillating... Bee, after the now customary display to the audience, was spread over the others like a bed-sheet with a soft "Fffwhoop". And now it was indeed Pam's turn. Pee had gone silent by now, her whining reduced to lone sobs every other second or so. Ronnie carried her to Tanya and he let her put her feet down. Pam was so terrified she didn't even try to fight. Tanya smirked and went closer to her face, passing by her lips and going for her ear. "You are a good girl Pam, but you really should chose your friends better from now on.", Tanya whispered and, as Pam's mouth shot open from the affliction, she locked lips with her and she sucked with all her might. Pam was a big, round girl, but what was left of her was a rubbery puddle on top of another five rubbery puddles. The moment Ronnie put her down with the rest, him and James picked the whole pile up and, followed by Alisha and Jane, they exited the court. Pam had been more difficult to deflate due to her size, but Tanya was happy because her lips now were extending almost to the width of her shoulders, her upper lip was less than half an inch away from blocking her view completely and the lower one was way past her jaw now, almost touching her very well-defined jugular notch. She turned towards the audience, her fellow cheerleaders making a straight line behind her, and they all cheered at the top of their lungs, driving the gathered crowd out of their minds. When their cheer and little dance was over the lights went off all of a sudden. Gasps could be heard from everywhere. And then a single spotlight hit the entrance to the changing rooms from where Alisha and Jane emerged, aiding a limping Jessica towards the middle of the court. Poor Jay was practically beaming having been led to believe that this was an honorary participation to tonight's events. And, as everyone was applauding and clamouring for her and due to the limited lighting she couldn't see her surroundings and that some people of "her" team were missing, she couldn't suspect what was in store for her... The spotlight continued to follow Jessica throughout her walk towards the central circle of the court, where Tanya was still standing, never leaving her post. Jess was momentarily surprised that she saw Tanya and not Amy there, but she kept smiling. People were watching! She left her human crutches and walked these last inches herself, overdramatising her every step, making her struggle seem much bigger than it actually was. She could see Tanya a bit further ahead, her arms were now opening to welcome Jessica, but her head was still out of the spotlight's beam, still in the dark. Jessica opened her own arms. "We are about to give these people a show to remember!", she thought, and she took one more step. But then something totally unexpected happened. Tanya's face came under the light and all Jessica could see was huge, burgundy, juicy lips! She stumbled, but being so close to Tanya, she fell right inside her arms, her lips touching hers involuntarily. And Tanya didn't left this chance pass her by! She quickly slid her arms around Jessica's waist, her lips being so big that they would hold her head into place no matter what, and she blew one powerful gust of air inside Jay's mouth. Alisha was clapping her hands excited, her laughter echoing even over the voices of the crowd. Jane, right beside her had a smug look on her face. Beth seemed content if a little worried. Amy was running dancing circles around the girls, galloping and raising her fists and encouraging the onlookers to actively show their enthusiasm about what was taking place in front of them. Keiko was sitting down on one knee and Gigi on top of her bended leg doing some impressive stunts. Paige was in front of them spurring them on and dancing herself, her bottom flying right and left frantically stealing the attention away from the main attraction. But only for a few seconds... Tanya was feeling Jessica's body beginning to swell, her petite figure was like a tiny water balloon compared to her previous inflation project, Alisha. She was puffing up fast and good, her cheeks bloating, her eyes popping out, even her ears seemed accentuated by the excess air inside her body. Her neck was visibly vibrating by the intensity the air currents from Tanya's enormous mouth had. Tanya had to blow inside Jessica's mouth twice as fast and twice as hard than what she was used to since this was after all a show, and they were actually performing on borrowed time. Jessica was feeling dizzy. If not for her immense dismay, this could even be a pleasant sensation. But her mind was panicking, she was trying to move but she was totally unable to. Her torso was being held tight by Tanya, her limbs did not comply to her brain's commands and her head felt like being crushed by a set of huge pillows. She was feeling the air travelling through her whole body and a soft "Ppppfffshhh" echoed inside her head, barely audible under the volume of the cries from the ecstatic audience. After her face, her feet were the first thing to swell. Due to the immense power with which Tanya was blowing air inside Jessica's body, it was all travelling immediately to her toes, making them bigger and rounder with every passing second. Soon Jessica's feet hurt unbelievably, until she heard a loud "Crrrack" and her new white sneakers bursted like a pierced basketball. Tanya was surprised to say the least! She had never seen air go straight to just one part of her "victim's" body so quickly. She was impressed by herself. And she continued with renewed interest and gusto. The next thing to puff up were Jess's calves, becoming like two family-sized soda bottles. Her socks created beautiful bulges right above her ankles and they were creating a sausage-like effect on her feet. Jessica's knees and thighs were starting to lose their definition as her legs extended in a puffy "V" shape, not being able to close anymore. Her butt rounded out like two volleyballs and she felt the pull from her underwear as it started to rub against her skin. Her skirt slid up her thighs very much resembling a pancake tutu, not covering any part of her anymore, just sticking straight out, garnishing her bulging buns with frilly white cloth. Jessica could feel the air inside her belly going in circles, expanding her in every round. Her body stretched out in every direction filling out every slight curve she once had. She felt her fingers stick out with an almost audible "Plop", one by one, a tingling sensation travelling up her arms, making them straight and round in its passing. Air flowed freely into her small breasts and, nipples first, they started filling. She could feel them protruding through her sports bra and even through her skin fitting uniform which was now struggling under the increasing pressure. Jessica's boobs were now E sized and they were getting bigger, ballooning straight out and towards her shoulders. Tanya was beginning to feel, if possible, out of air. She wasn't using any of the air inside her lips to inflate Jessica, instead relying completely on her own lungs' power. She was getting tired and it was showing, her face getting red, trying to keep a steady pace. That was Tory's cue. She run and grabbed the item she had acquired earlier and brought it next to Tanya. "Let me help you out a bit here Tanya.", she said enthusiastically as she pulled a thick hose and quickly turned a valve with deft fingers. Tanya's ginormous lips were pulled up into a magnificent grin as she detached her mouth from Jessica's and, still holding her waist, she turned her to face Tory who instantly stuck the hissing hose of the helium tank inside Jess's mouth with a loud "Ffffssswhooomp". The hissing continued, now muffled, inside Jessica's skin, helium flowing around her body, slowly making her bigger and lighter at the same time. Tory grabbed the tank with one hand and the hose with the other, dragging their captain behind her to the side of the court where she could continue her inflation undisturbed for the rest of the night... The lights went on again and everyone was awestruck by what they saw next, Jessica totally forgotten in her corner, still growing by the minute. From the railing of the upper tier of seats was hanging a huge banner, covering the entire balcony's front from one end to the other, almost a hundred feet long. What was strange about that banner was it's shape, like these chains of people children cut out of paper. But each person was different, to the far left hung a brunette with really long hair, next to her a strawberry blonde, then an ash blonde, a chocolate skinned brunette, another, lighter brunette, and to the far right a bleached blonde. All of them were stretched out of every human proportion, widened to the extreme, tied together by knots to their wrists and ankles, leaving their hands and feet dangle freely like rubber gloves and socks. Ronnie and James had the brilliant idea to mount this cheerleader garland at the railing tying Clair's and Pam's right arm and leg and left arm and leg respectively to the poles situated at each end of the balcony. The girls were blinking, still not able to believe what had happened to them, still trying to talk and move, resulting only to faint struggling "Mmmmmm"s and barely noticeable wiggles here and there. But at least they were even now fulfilling the purpose of morale boosting, maybe more than before if the crowd's endorsing cheers and passionate applause was any indication. It was now time for the really fun part of the night! Tanya, was taking deep breaths to recover from her previous act, she should be totally rested for the next one. While the spectators were still preoccupied with the new gym decoration, Tanya lay on the hardwood floor and got ready. Her teammates seized their dancing and formed two parallel lines, a good sixteen feet away from her, one line consisting of Tory, Beth, Keiko and Amy, and the other of Alisha, Gigi, Jane and Paige. Everyone focused on them once again and there was complete silence throughout the gym – only a slight hissing was still coming from Jessica's direction. Then Amy abruptly raised her hand and intense music started playing. The first to leave her line was Tory, who ran towards the lain Tanya, doing several intricate handsprings. When she was a few feet away, she made a high jump and dove onto Tanya's half-open mouth head first, landing on it with her lips, her feet straight up and her hands stuck to her torso. Tanya blew inside Tory's mouth, making her face round and puffy and sending air to her whole body expanding it quite a bit. With her next exhalation she made her breasts and butt swell even more, creating bulges everywhere a piece of clothing was hindering Tory's expansion. Then Tanya blew one last time more forcibly, sending Tory flying several feet above her head. The now lighter Tory spun in the air a few times and landed with her feet next to Tanya, starting to dance to the rhythm of the music. Alisha was next. She ran from her line doing continuous cartwheels, also making a high jump and landing onto Tanya's pillowy lips, her pink ponytail tickling Tanya's upper lip. Tanya sent two strong gusts of air inside her body and she could feel the same exhilaration she had felt that first time in Tanya's apartment, she couldn't get enough of that! Alisha's thighs and bottom were bulging heavily under her panties and she could feel her breasts ready to burst her uniform open. That's when Tanya sent her through the air and she landed next to Tory with an amused smile on her face. Beth backflipped her way to Tanya, turning only to make her dive to her lips. With the first "Pfffft" she felt her cheeks filling with air that then travelled up her body with immense force, expanding everything on its way, her arms, her breasts, her thighs and her calves. Even her shoulders felt swollen. And she felt unbelievably lighter. The second gust went straight to her butt, which visibly grew bigger with that slow flowing motion of a balloon being blown up. The third time Tanya breathed out, she flew and made a simple flip midair before landing next to Alisha and Tory. They quickly positioned themselves and got ready for the next "arrival". Gigi skipped one third of the way, her face beaming as always and her glinting eyes dancing. She did a no-hands cartwheel and went for the dive. Small and cute Georgia got stuck on Tanya's lips like an arrow. People were encouraging the girls getting more enthusiastic by the minute and so Tanya blew out two times and on the third she sent Gigi higher than she had sent the rest. Gigi did a breathtaking double front flip, landing her exceedingly enlarged body on Alisha's left and Beth's right shoulder, Tory grabbing her ankles from behind to make sure she wouldn't fall. Gigi was on top of the world and the people watching her over the moon! In the meantime Jessica has occupied her half of the court and had gone airborne, floating charmingly like a parade balloon . Her body was now a gargantuan ball, the only curves she had given to her by her still struggling uniform that separated her arms and head from her torso, and by her panties, that made her butt and thighs look even bigger than they were already. Her socks had long now been shredded so her feet were continuing their expanding unbothered by any confines. Jessica had accepted her fate and all she did was observe her surroundings from up high, the hose keeping her head facing downwards. With a small flick of her left hand (that's all she could do at her state) she spun a little, her eyes instantly falling on the cheerleader banner and even she, even with the amount of irritation inside her head, found that slightly entertaining – though she would never let the ringleaders know that. Spinning a little more her eyes fell on the performing cheerleaders below her and she had to admit they were doing a very good job... The ever-silent Keiko planted herself in Tanya's lips after a succession of elaborate yet delicate flips. Tanya was really intrigued by the thin Keiko, as she was a girl with much talent but little to no self-esteem and she wanted to change that so she blew a bit harder than before wanting to give her friend a bigger boost. Keiko's tiny breasts sprung out right away with an audible "Floomp". After the second amount of air rushed inside her, so did her previously barely-there buttocks, gaining an mazing definition, even under her bodysuit – which was now bulging all over. Tanya's last blow sent her next to the others who were already performing their stunts, waiting to be accompanied by Keiko's team. Tall and shapeless Jane was next and Tanya knew she was about to get surprised. Girls who never thought of themselves as very "feminine" – like herself for that matter – were the ones to get more weirded out by the results of inflation on their body. Jane's lean body made contact with Tanya's and her eyes popped out as she felt that strange sensation on her cheeks and then up her whole body. Jane was expecting it to be really difficult to balance herself on top of Tanya's face, upside down, and considering her height. But it was so easy! Tanya was doing most of the job, holding her by the mouth and keeping her into place by squishing her face. Jane got some bouncy curves after a couple of blows and when, after the third, she landed next to Keiko she looked so surprised by her own body's view that Keiko's knowing look didn't register for a while. For the next girl Tanya had to get up. Paige walked towards her almost seductively – at least that's what it looked like to the audience but Tanya could see the comical face she was pulling. Paige was afraid of heights so Tanya couldn't send her flying and consequently they had to find another way. Tanya just stood in the middle of the court grinning at Paige and waiting for her to stand beside her. When Paige looked her in the eyes mere inches away from her powerful lips, Tanya snatched her waist and squeezed her making Paige's hourglass shape even more dramatic, and she gave her an inflating kiss. One blow and Paige's curves went to levels unimagined before. With the second Tanya's hands still on Paige's waist got covered by skin bulging over and squeaking with the contact. Tanya pushed Paige's face away with a small "Ppfftoomg" and her hands left her waist. Paige smiled uncontrollably at Tanya and also stole a glance at James who was still on the railing looking down at her with his mouth agape and, if the distance was not mistaking her, with a growing bulge in his pants. She turned to skip towards Keiko and Jane giving the opportunity to Tanya to slap her butt lightly, sending it jiggling, before she lay down again. Amy was the most spectacular of all, with her red hair, her shapely figure and her flowing movement. She sprang repeatedly on her hands and feet, executing various drills leaping through the air like a graceful tumbleweed in the middle of a dessert, her wispy hair following her every action. With an extraordinary last jump she embedded her mouth in Tanya's waiting lips and immediately started swelling in all the right places, her small figure filling out and becoming even more ravishing with every exhalation. Tanya blew Amy away with a final forceful puff and she went straight on Jane's and Paige's shoulders, Keiko securing her ankles in place in a flash. A deafening ripping sound echoed throughout the gym and everyone turned to look at Jess, who was now a monumental round balloon, covering almost all of the ceiling, over ninety feet in diameter. A monumental naked balloon... Her uniform, panties and bra, not being able to contain her epic proportions anymore had been shredded to smithereens, sending tiny white, green and gold cloth confetti around the room. Her massive boobs were floating freely for everyone to see, her vast ass touching the ceiling and her puffed pussy lips open to the crowd underneath. Her hands and feet were the only parts of her limbs that were still sticking out so she couldn't do anything to cover herself. She couldn't even turn her head to hide her embarrassment and resurfaced rage... So she just closed her eyes tightly and tried to block out the lusty whistles and the thunderous clapping. Tanya laughed her heart out at the sight of their shamed captain. She stood up, still holding her belly with one hand and wiping her eyes with the other. Her tremendous lips were pulled up in an amazing smile that could be seen from miles. Her teammates, having completed their stunts, were now by her side, all in their gorgeous puffy glory, laughing themselves and patting each other on the back. They had made it. The spectators, now more ecstatic than ever with that unexpected grand finale, were springing from their seats applauding passionately and yelling on the top of their lungs cheering the girls for that amazing, once-in-a-lifetime performance. All the girls gathered in front of Tanya in a long line, hugging each other on the shoulders or waist and moved towards her with an affectionate look in their eyes. Tanya, who was still smiling, now was on the verge of crying but not from laughter, but from this amazingly moving look on their faces. Looking at them, all her new friends together, watching them so happy by her own making she realised that what she gained this past year was so much more than she expected. She gained acceptance – and countless more possibilities for fun! So she leaned close, Jess's uniform still showering them celebratorily, and as they were all huddled together, she gave them a huge smack, covering all of their faces with her breathtaking (pun intended) lips and was lost in the triumph of the moment as they all succumbed to an honest, spontaneous group hug... Tanya wants to have more fun, and what better way than enter the cheerleader squad?

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Female Inflation, Male Inflation

Full Body Inflation

Clean

3.8

8

All eyes turned on Gary as he entered the high school library. He walked awkwardly to a distant desk, far away from other students as possible. He slouched as he walked, trying to keep a low profile, but his eyes ran across Shelly, a pretty blonde who, having never paid attention to him before, now smiled and waved at him. He smiled back, surprised at the positive attention. Could his new-found notoriety finally be working in his favor? But then, Shelly puffed out her cheeks and stuck her arms out in front of her in a semi-circle, mimicking the effect of a sudden inflation of her body. The girlfriends at her table burst out laughing, directing most of their hilarity at Gary's reddening face. Gary had set himself up for this humiliation. He had kept a notebook in which he included stories and drawings, all of which centered around his sexual desire to be inflated like a balloon by beautiful women. There's a rule about keeping a notebook like this: Don't bring it to school. Ever. Never never never never ever. As it was, the notebook was stolen from his backpack as a prank. The bullies who stole the notebook didn't know exactly what they were stealing. But by the week's end, it seemed as if everyone from the students, to the teachers, to the school council had read and seen Gary's balloon fantasies. They saw the pictures of himself, blown up into a ball and dangling on a string held by various female schoolmates--all of whom made a point to avoid him now. The captions to the pictures read, "Inflate me like a balloon!" and "Blow me bigger!" Other students were amused, disgusted, or downright freaked out to read his stories, all of which contained scenes where the main character--always named Gary--was blown up like a balloon or turned into a balloon. It made quite an impression on all who saw it, to say the least. As quietly as possible, he headed to an isolated table, ignoring the girl who whispered, "Pop!" as he passed her. He sat down and pretended to concentrate on his studies, though it was a vain effort. A few minutes later, someone joined him at his table. Michelle Brown, a quiet, unassuming artistic type, sat down across from him. She was a small, slender brunette, not overtly pretty--Gary had never really noticed her before--but certainly not painful to look at. He wondered what kind of grief he was going to get from her. She leaned forward and spoke very softly. "I never told anyone this before, but..." She glanced around nervously and hesitated. "I... I kind of have a thing for balloons." To Gary, Michelle suddenly became the most beautiful girl in school. There was no talk of dating or starting any kind of romantic relationship. But as the two sat in Michelle's living room, blowing up balloons, Gary was swelling with sexual tension. By the time Michelle had inflated her first balloon halfway, he had a full-fledged erection. He tried to focus on blowing up the blue balloon he'd chosen from her plentiful stash of balloons, but he couldn't take his eyes of her face as her cheeks puffed up and her balloon got so beautifully bigger and bigger and bigger... Finally, the balloon was near bursting, and she tied it off and gently batted it into the air. Gary asked, "You're not a popper, are you?" "Oh, sometimes," she said dreamily. "But other times, I like to hold them." She caught the balloon as it descended and wrapped her arms around it. "And I like to hug them, squeeze them. Smell them. Taste them." She demonstrated each action, culminating in her giving the balloon a long, wet lick. Gary contemplated the etiquette involved in masturbating in someone else's bathroom. An hour quickly passed by as the two engaged in balloon blowing, balloon play, balloon discussions. Gary was now at ease, having spontaneously ejaculated long ago. All around them were inflated balloons of various colors and sizes, as well as the shreds of countless other balloons that did not survive the onslaught of Michelle's and Gary's air. There was no doubt about it now: Gary was seriously in love. Michelle was filling yet another balloon closer to its bursting point. Gary said for about the 100th time that evening, "God, I wish I was that balloon!" Michelle smiled patiently at him. Gary watched for a moment more before asking the question that had been circling around for some time. "You never dreamed of actually being a balloon?" She removed the balloon from her mouth. "Can't say I really thought about it," she admitted. "What's the appeal?" "Well, much of it is the same as balloons," Gary explained, "the inflation, the growing tension, the possibility of popping--or even the anticipation of it. Except, with body inflation, ..." He drifted off, reaching forward to rub his hand over her fully inflated balloon. "...The stakes are much higher. It's not just the balloon that will pop. I might pop, too! And if I were this balloon"--he looked away from her balloon and into her eyes--"I'd be totally helpless. Whether or not I pop is completely up to you. So, tell me: If I were this balloon... would you... would you pop me?" She smiled teasingly. "Well, I don't know. Would you want me to?" He smiled back. "Pretend that balloon is me," he told her. "I am that balloon. What do you do?" She felt the balloon's tautness. "I guess I'd put just one more small blow into you." "So do it." She blew. But it was not a small blow. He was surprised by her ferocity: Usually, she blew nice, slow breaths; but this time, she inhaled loudly and deeply, engorging her lungs with air before expelling it violently into the balloon. For several long, tense moments, Gary sat mesmerized by the sound of the puffing and the sight of the balloon that simply couldn't get any bigger...! BANG!! Michelle and Gary jumped as the pieces of the burst balloon scattered in every direction. "Oh, wow!" Michelle cried out. "That one went EVERYWHERE." Gary sat back, looking dazedly at the scattered fragments. "If that had really been me...!" "Oops," said Michelle, and giggled. Unable to control himself any longer, he leaned forward and kissed her passionately on the mouth. She didn't resist, and the kiss lasted several moments. She finally pulled back. "Let's do it." His eyes widened. Did she really say-- She laughed. "No, not THAT. I mean, let's make you my balloon. I'll bet you could be the biggest balloon I ever had." He raised an eyebrow. "What did you have in mind?" Without immediately answering, Michelle stood up and rolled over the automatic air pump they had used to blow up the biggest balloons in her collection. She took the hose and held it before his lips. "Open," she said. He obeyed, and she inserted the hose in his mouth and turned on the pump. His eyes widened as his cheeks plumped up with air... as did his stomach... his torso... his arms and legs... A wave of euphoria spread over his body as the smile spread across Michelle's face. He swelled up like a balloon version of himself, defying physics as he got lighter even as his size increased. At first, he was merely plumped up, but as the air continued to fill him, his midsection became more rounded and ball-like. Michelle was laughing all the while, holding the hose firmly as she watched him expand. "Oh, it's beautiful," she murmured in awe. Gary agreed, though he wasn't in a position to speak. He allowed himself to inflate into a large, round ball, his human form replaced with nothing but an inflating globe. In the back of his mind were some questions--as in, exactly how much air could a human body take before the inevitable? But he didn't want to address those concerns at the moment. All he wanted to do was relax and enjoy his realized dream of becoming a balloon. If I pop, I pop!, he thought to himself... As his size increased, logic slipped further and further away from him, and thoughts danced randomly about in his head like a dream... I'm a balloon, Michelle... Michelle's balloon... I'm getting bigger... I'm a balloon I'm a balloon I'm a balloon... Inflating... Michelle... so big... Bigger than any other balloon... I'll be bigger than the world, Michelle...! He grew and grew and grew and didn't care if it would ever end. Or how. And then, as if awaking from a dream, he stopped growing. Michelle had removed the hose and tilted his round balloon-body so that she could look him in the eyes. "I wasn't sure when to stop," she told him. "You seemed to be having a good time, but it sounded like you were trying to tell me something." "I was?" He didn't remember that. "In any case," she went on, "I think it's good that I stopped when I did. You're so tight and big, if I put an more air in, it would've been Goodbye To You!" He smiled. "Well, thanks. I was kind of out of it for a while. I had no idea how big I was getting." He tried to look around but found that he couldn't, as he'd swelled so much he no longer had a neck. What he could see--and more importantly, what he could feel--is that he was big and round. Just like the balloon he always wanted to be. "So?" she asked. "Is it All You Wanted?" "It's better than I dreamed," he said solemnly. "I kind of wish I had thought of inflating myself before... but I'm glad I waited. I'm glad you're here to see me like this, so big and inflated and helpless! I'm glad to be your balloon, Michelle!" "And I'm glad to have a balloon I can talk to!" she said and laughed again. "My two favourite things: guys and balloons, and now I have one that's both!" "Play with me," he begged her. "What do you want me to do to you?" "Anything." He smiled as the word came out. "You can do anything to me." So she did, spending the next several minutes bouncing Gary around, joking about how easily she could pop him if he ever gave her any lip. She squeezed him, tossed him around--and just like her balloons, she gave him a long, wet lick over what had been his chest. Gary helplessly and happily enjoyed every second of it. Finally, breathless, she lay down on the carpet, placing Gary on top of her, so she could feel the weight of her giant balloon all over her supple body. "You look so happy," she giggled at him. "It's... it's... paradise!" he admitted. "I confess this has got me rather curious," she said thoughtfully. "Maybe I should try it!" Gary hated to see the balloon-play end, but he imagined the sight of Michelle blowing up into a balloon, and the thought struck him with a intense rush of desire. "Oh, you've got to!" he told her. "It feels so good!" She tossed him casually aside and jumped to her feet, heading for the pump. "I'm going to try something a little different," she said, and pulled up her top, exposing her smooth, feminine belly with its dainty belly button. She walked into the pump, placing the hose into her navel and turned the pump full throttle. As her body plumped up and expanded, she threw her head back in a sudden orgasm. "Gary!" she moaned in pleasure, her next words having no coherence whatsoever. She opened her eyes to face Gary again, smiling back at him before her breasts and thighs blew outward, causing another wave of pleasure to wash over her. Gary was mesmerized by her ballooning form. All balloons were beautiful, he thought, but this was the most beautiful one ever. She inflated quickly, ripping apart her tight jeans as her body soared outward, rounding out as she filled, filled, filled with air, blimping out into a rounder, larger shape. As her legs lifted off the ground and her arms grew smaller as they merged with her inflating body, Gary finally regained some semblance of logical thinking and asked himself, How is she going to shut off the pump? "Michelle?" he asked. "Can you move?" Michelle was too entranced by her expanding body to think clearly. Her periods of clear thinking came in brief flashes. "Oh, God, no! I can't move... can't stop... getting bigger... Oh, I'm so big... I'm a balloon! I'm a balloon, Gary! ... Gotta get free so I can fly into the air like good balloons should... No! Gotta get free or I'll pop!... I'll pop. I'll pop. I'll burst!... Getting too big... Too big, bigger bigger bigger!..." "Michelle! Pull yourself free!" Gary tried to move himself, but he could only bounce or roll a few inches at a time. "Michelle! Can you hear me? I'm coming!" But he wasn't coming at all. At least, not nearly fast enough. "Is that you, Gary?... Feel like I'm gonna burst, help me!... Help me get bigger... I'm a balloon... Balloons burst... I'm so big... I'll be bigger than you, Gary! I AM bigger than you! Can you see me?! I'll be bigger than the world...!" Gary stopped moving, for he knew it was hopeless. She was, in fact, even bigger than he was, and she squeaked and pulsated from the strain that the never-ending flow of air was putting on her straining body, which filled most of the room, touching the ceiling, and soon would be touching Gary. She inflated even bigger, and their round bodies touched. "Gary?" He didn't answer. Her eyes were glazed, staring unconsciously into oblivion. "My God," she said. "It's full of stars." And then she burst into a million fragments. Gary lay in silence for several long moments. Only the sound of the still-running hose could be heard. He thought of how he talked her into it, and how he should have told her how the inflation kept him from thinking straight, and how he should have been there to keep her safe. But inflation felt so good. He wanted to share it with her. And she had looked so beautiful, so amazingly beautiful as a balloon. And, God help him, she looked so beautiful when she popped! Gary moved again. And he would keep moving, tirelessly and relentlessly for the better part of an hour, nudging his ballooned body ever closer to the pump. Without hesitating even a second, he put his lips around the hose. And all at once, he felt himself getting bigger again. Unceasingly bigger. And his thoughts began to drift away, as if fading into a dream. I'm going to get so much bigger... I'll be the biggest balloon ever! I'll show Michelle I can be bigger than her!... Michelle, beautiful balloon... I'll always be your balloon, I'm your balloon, your big, round balloon... My God. It's full of stars.

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chemical, Prose that Blows 8 - Epilogue, Prose that Blows Winner: Most Profound Epilogue

Female Inflation

Full Body Inflation

None

4

4

It took five agonizing minutes before Claudia was able to work up the nerve to knock on the door. It only took a few moments for the house's occupant to open the door."He..hello Brooke." She spoke nervously as she gazed at the face of her former nemesis. Brooke looked much the same as she did when she was Cheer-Squad leader. Same blonde hair, blue eyes and that ageless, beautiful face of hers. However, everything below the neck was completly different. Instead of a slim, leggy figure, she instead had a massive round stomach and watermelon sized breasts which strained the fabric of the large dress she wore. "Claudia.." She spoke in quiet awe. "It's been... wow, it's been years." "I know..." Claudia replied, her voice low. "I know you probably don't want to talk to me but.. can.. can I come in?" Brooke smiled. "Why yes, certainly. I've actually been waiting a long time for this." Several minutes passed and since Claudia couldn't bring herself to speak the truth yet, she made small talk with Brooke. They talked about their husbands, their jobs – She was a technician, Brooke worked out of home – and various things which had happened since leaving school. There was a brief mention of their mutual crush Brett, the star quarterback who had taken a severe left turn into petty crime, but a lot of talk about their lives outside of work, like the Christian choir group Brooke supervised and the tutoring Claudia offered to struggling students. It was pleasant, nice. Simply meeting with an old aquaintance. But the more they talked, and the more Brooke went on about how she'd had difficulty finding a job to suit her larger body, how much the larger clothing cost, how she and her husband were trying to start a family, the more guilty Claudia felt. All the strife in Brooke's life, it was because of her.. "Claudia.." Brooke noticed her teary eyes. "What's the matter? You came here for a reason, right?" She couldn't take it anymore. "Oh, don't be so naive, you know why I'm here! You know it's almost ten years to the day." "The day you... did this to me." Brooke answered, prodding her stomach. "I hated you so much." Claudia spoke angrily. "You are always making fun of my weight and my clothes, you never stopped insulting and abusing me... you were a complete bitch to me and everyone else. And to top it off, you stole my boyfriend Brett." "That's why I created that potion in chem class and dosed you with it. I thought that if I turned you into a balloon, made you a mockery in front of everyone, that it would fix everything, and I would be rid of you once and for all. And for a while it was great. You were humiliated, you left school and moved out of town and Brett was with me again." "But after that, it all went wrong. Brett cheated on me. The school suspended me, your father sued my dad and we were forced to leave town. I was constantly followed by the press. They called me a mad scientist for years. I could barely hold a job with my reputation..." She sobbed. "But the worst thing was when I saw your picture on Facebook a year ago. I was so horrified when I saw you were still... like this. When I read about all you had been through.." She collasped into tears as the building guilt finally broke her down. "I'm so sorry. I had no idea the potion would be permanent. I just wanted to humiliate you. Instead I turned you into a freak and ruined your life..." She felt Brooke grasp her shoulders and pull her against her body, letting her rest her head on her round belly. Brooke said nothing, just gently stroked her hair as she cried. The gentle motion, along with the admission of guilt was soothing to Claudia. "I don't hate you, if that's what you're wondering." She spoke softly. "In fact, I'm somewhat indebted to you." "What?" Claudia looked at her, confused. "I was angry at first, especially when I didn't turn back to normal. But after I left school, I was stuck in my room for a long time, wondering what I had done to deserve this. I came to realise what an asshole I had been. I'd put people down just to make myself feel superior... and in the end, it finally came back to bite me." She prodded her belly. "I know you blame yourself, but everything that happened to me... I brought it all on myself." "I decided that even though I was stuck like this, I would try be as positive about it as possible. Every time I see myself in the mirror or need to get clothes made up, I remember why this happened, and it spurs me to be a better person. For myself and for others." She chuckled "It's not exactly easy having everyone's eyes on you when you walk down the street and take up the whole width of the pavement, but I refuse to let that stop me enjoying life. She smiled brightly at Claudia. "I've wanted to say this to you for a long time... I'm so sorry for what I did, and I hope you can forgive me." Claudia sniffled, touched beyond words. "I'm sorry too.. God, we really were stupid kids back then, weren't we?" "Yeah.." Brooke sighed. "But that was a long time ago... We've both changed so much.." She extended her hand towards Claudia. "Maybe its time we re-introduced ourselves." "You mean... be friends?" "If you want." Claudia couldn't help but notice Brooke's arm barely reached past her huge belly. But the forgiving look in Brooke's eyes, and the idea that finally something good could come from that whole mess from school, was enough to convince her. "I'm... Claudia." She took her hand. "I'm Brooke. Nice to meet you."

34639

flotation, horror, pond, popping, tentacle, underwater, women inflating men

Male Inflation

Full Body Inflation

Clean

3.8

9

I can feel the cool, wet, morning air as I walk down the rain soaked street and soft rain drops collide with my umbrella. A few cars pass me as I stroll on the wet, street and puddles of rain. A couple of the cars splash me or honk and I try not the get angry at them. The splashing makes the umbrella almost completely useless to me, but I take a deep breath persevere. Lightning flashes in the sky above and thunder soon greets my ears. I smile and enjoy the weather as I remind myself it's better than being stuck inside my dreary apartment. The rain has been constant that last few weeks and my apartment has become my prison or that's how it feels. I cross into the park and listen to the rain drops as they fall on the leaves of the trees. Lightning flashes and thunder crackles as I slowly stroll down the pathway to the pond. I see ducks huddled under the wood decking at the edge of one side of the pond and even more curious is I see a few ducks huddled under the curve of the water from the fountain in the center of the pond. I wonder, did this protect them from the rain? Perhaps they are just daffy. They are ducks after all. Part of me wishes I had brought some bread to feed them with, but at the same time they don't look terribly interested in dealing with me. The rain pours harder as I stand and stare out at the pond. Somethings calming about the rain and this place. I feel myself relax and my mind begin to clear. Suddenly my heart stops as my eyes catch sight of a woman's hand just below the surface of the water and some distance out. I take a step forward and struggle to see what it is I'm really looking at. Is it my mind playing tricks on me? Is it a trick of light from the storm? My heart doesn't beat and I just now realize I'm holding my breath. My eyes confirm it's a woman's hand and my heart races as I let the breath I have been holding out. Without thinking I drop my umbrella to the side and leap into the cold water. I don't feel any wetter as the rain pounds down from the dark sky as I swim through the pond's cold waters. Is she still alive? I didn't know, but I hope that she is. I reach her, grip hold of her hand, and I struggle to pull her head out of water, but something is holding her. The ducks start quacking loudly as I struggle to bring the woman up and I curse them for mocking me. I sigh and dive under water to search what has a hold of her. The water is dark and impossible to see, but I can feel with my hands. I frown as my hand comes into something slimy wrapped around her waist and it reminds me of what an octopus tentacle might feel like. Suddenly the tentacle tenses and pulls us down into the depths of the pond. My mind screams at me to release the woman and swim to the surface, but I don't and I'm pulled down with her. Is she dead? Fear screams in my mind as something primal panics about what could be the owner of the tentacle. My heart races and my muscles ache as they scream for oxygen. I fight against the tentacle to free the woman and I can feel my strength leaving me. My efforts become less and less as the world grows distant and I struggle to keep my breath. I curse my stupidity and silently grateful the jerks above can't see me die.....damn ducks. Probably quacking their asses off right now and unable to resist, my mouth begins to open to release my breath. Suddenly, the woman jerks alive and presses her lips into mine. Her lips are warm and full of life as something warm and slimy flows into my throat. I can't see in these dark murky waters and I'm unable to fight against this woman because I have become so week. I'm going to drown with a woman kissing me and I know even if I could escape I would be out of breath before I reach the surface. My heart races as my belly pushes out with whatever is filling my belly and the woman is jerked away from me into the depths. Reflexively I take a deep breath and my mouth doesn't open to do so. I feel my limps and torso bloat with air and I slowly start ascending to the surface. How is this possible? I didn't know, but there's no time to lose. I start taking deeper and deeper breaths and I feel my body inflation like a balloon against the water pressure. My torso rounds as I ascend faster toward the surface and I don't worry about what is happening to my body, but I worry about reaching the surface. A loud splash sounds as my inflated body breaks the surface of the pond and I bob up and down on my back as the rain continues to pour. Several squeaks sound as I struggle to bend my bloated arms and reach my torso, but find I can't. Helplessly I float in the rain spread out like a starfish and I feel like an unwanted pool toy. I can't believe what has become of me as I float and feel the rain hitting my bloated body. The sound of the rain on my body sounds hollow as I float and feel my skin is stretched tight. I feel strangely empty and yet strangely full at the same time. My mind swirls with questions and the only thing I know for sure is I would have drown if that woman hadn't done something, but what did she do to me. Anger rises in me as a defiant duck lands with a squeak on my bloated belly and quacks. Another soon joins the first and they both stand staring into my eyes. I frown as I yell and try to scare them off, but they remain unmoving. Now I am so interesting they are willing to sit on me. An idea occurs to me and without thinking I start taking deep breaths. My body squeaks and creaks as I begin inflating outward again and the ducks remain in their spot. I smile as my face reddens from effort and my torso curves outward and begins swallowing my arms and legs. I try not think of how I will live or what the consequences of my actions are, but I focus on becoming so round the ducks will no longer be able to sit upon me. It's a mad plan and it didn't quite make sense in my head, but it is my plan and those damn bread eaters will pay. My body creaks and groans as the pressure swirls around inside both stretching my skin thinner and making me bigger. Loud squeaks sound as my sphere body inflates around my hands and feet and I feel the curve press against my chin. I can feel myself super tight and super big, but I don't stop. I can feel the ducks still on me as parts of my sphere body turns transparent and my skin develops a shiny redness. My swelling slows and my face hurts as the efforts to breath deeper and deeper become harder and harder. My body screeches loudly as a shove more air into a balloon that is past having no room and I stretch a little bigger. I groan as I shove a final breath in and a horrible, deafening, straining of rubber sounds as I stretch a tiny bit bigger and the ducks fly off. I scream with victory as they fly away and I relax my face, but feel horribly tense and tight in my body. I feel fit to burst and take a breath to try and relief my tightness, and a rubber groaning sounds from the effort, but when I release the breath I feel no less tight. The rain thumps against my inflated, bloated, form and I gently float in the pond. I know I'm super full and tight, but I don't fear I will pop like a balloon. Someone will surely find me after the storm passes. Suddenly, a tentacle shoots out of the murky waters of the pond and wraps around my sphere body. A wet, rubber, groaning sounds as the tentacle squeezes my inflated, sphere body and the pressure is displaced. My head squeaks horribly loud as it inflates from displaced pressure and the tentacle squeezes harder without yielding. I feel more of the pressure displaced in my sphere body and like a gale rushes into my distorting head. I wince as I feel my lower hemisphere below the tentacle shriek in loud protest as more pressure is displaced into it and I know I'm at my limit. Just like a party balloon a loud, shriek, of rubber startles the ducks and a loud, thunderous, kaboom sounds as I burst into pieces. The victorious tentacle slips back into the depths as pieces of me flutter to the ground and it continues to rain as the ducks quack loudly.....jerks. Tried a kind of horror styled one and different perspective. Hopefully it is enjoyed.

50

Female Inflation

Blueberry

None

3.5

4

Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory was fiction, of course, but for a short time they did market a line of candy products under Willie Wonka's name due to the popularity of the book and the movie. The Scrumpdillicious bar was just a chocolate bar with peanuts, and the Everlasting Gobstoppers were just multi-colored jawbreakers, but it was fun while it lasted. The product line, of course, ended in a bout of lawsuits that shut down the production of the Wonka line for good when the company came out with the Blueberry Pie gum. I remember this, because I was living in a city chosen to be a test market. Only a couple of cities were chosen, so it's not surprising if you never saw this one on the market. I was working in a law firm as a clerk for a summer job. My duties consisted of hauling big boxes of legal documents from the law offices on the 14th floor down to the storage room in the basement, and vice versa. For breaks and lunch, I would hang out with the women who manned the front desk. I was 15, and they were in their 20's. To me they seemed to be a universe away. Stacy was tall, blonde and slender. Her hair went down past her shoulders, and she liked wearing the platform shoes that were stylish at the time. She had a white plastic purse, that went well with the reds and yellows that she liked to wear. She never had much time for me, of course, but always had me running errands for her anyway. Tammy was smaller, and had jet black hair with a fair complexion. I think she was Italian. Her chest was comfortably padded, and I spent many a night dreaming of sleeping on those pillows. She didn't have much time for me either, but she used to smile at me kindly. We were eating lunch in the breakroom one day at the time of the Wonka candies. As usual I was in the corner eating quietly while they went on and on about their boyfriends, what brutes they were, how magnificent and thoughtful they were, what pigs they were, and so forth. Stacy said, "Look what I got!" She held up a small purple package. Tammy looked, and said, "What is it? Gum?" Stacy said, "Wrong! It's blueberry pie gum! At least that's what it says on the package." She furrowed her brow and examined it closely. "Oh! Yum! Let me try some!" Stacy pulled open the wrapper, took a stick, and handed a stick to Tammy. They unwrapped the gum and folded the sticks into their mouths. "Mmmm!" said Tammy. "Delicious!" said Stacy. "I can feel the pie going down my throat!" "It's the most wonderful blueberry pie I've ever tasted!" I was going to ask for a piece for myself, when I noticed something funny. Both of their faces seemed to flush with color. They both had pretty light complexions, and to see them darken was a little strange. Stacy noticed it, too. "What's happening to your face?" she asked Tammy. "My face?" "Your face is turning purple." "What are you talking about?" Indeed, their cheeks had flushed to a deep purple color, and now their whole faces were fading into purple. Tammy was wearing a t-shirt under a white jacket; she stood and shrugged the jacket off. She held up her bare arms and gazed at them; they were turning purple, too. First a hint of a blush, deepening into a full, rich purple. "I'm turning violet!" she said. Stacy stood. She was wearing a sleeveless jumpsuit that they used to wear back then. Her arms were turning purple, and her chest where it showed between the zipper was purple, too. Tammy looked at Stacy. "What are you doing now?" Stacy looked down. Her sides were swelling out. Her belly pushed forward, straining against the loose belt of the jumpsuit. Suddenly the jumpsuit was tight on her, and her belly and sides started to strain against the belt and swell over top of it. Tammy said, "You're swelling up!" Stacy said, "What's happening to me?" Suddenly Tammy said, "I'm blowing up like a balloon!" And sure enough, her sides were pushing out, making her midsection ovaloid. The polyester of her slacks was sorely stretched as her sides rolled outward. Her belly flooded into the crotch of the slacks and pushed against the zipper. Stacy said, "Like a blueberry!" Tammy reached forward to push against Stacy's belly as if to hold it, but it did no good. A moment later Stacy's belt burst, and her belly surged forward. She was teardrop-shaped inside the jumpsuit, and was filling rapidly. Her arms were soft and rounded, and she held them out to keep her balance. She spread her legs, and her crotch pushed forward into the jumpsuit, filling it rapidly. Tammy was looking a little top-heavy, her breasts swelling more rapidly than the rest of her, and sitting on the purple globe that was her midsection like basketballs. Her t-shirt pushed up, and her purple bellybutton pushed out over the top of her slacks. Suddenly with a loud RIPPP! the slacks gave way all at once, and her purple thighs and buns pushed out into the air. The ruins of the slacks fell off on the floor a moment later. "Help! Help!" called Stacy, as she filled to the point that the zipper of her jump suit ran all the way down with a loud zzzzzzip, and her rounded belly rolled out. "Help! Help!" cried Tammy, as her swelling sides pushed her T-shirt up into her armpits, getting stuck for a moment on her globular breasts, before it popped up over them. "Help!" cried Stacy. She tried to take a few wobbling steps as she looked around. Her chest was now pushing up to her chin. "Help!" cried Tammy. Her chin was already resting on her chest, and her face was swelling and becoming round itself. Her arms were cone-shaped, and were disappearing into the globe of her body. "Stick me with a pin!" Stacy mumbled as her face went round. "Or I'll pop!" The two women-spheres tried to take some halting waddling steps, but they were as round as blueberries with just their little hands and feet sticking out of the naked globes of their bodies. Their nipples were almost black circles on the spheres, and were as large as dinner plates. Their lips had swollen to a lush, deeper purple as well. Their clothes lay on the ground around them, and Stacy's blonde hair flew a little as she looked about her. She still wore the platform shoes on her little feet sticking out of the bottom of her body. Tammy looked at me willingly. "Too much pressure..." she said. "We need you." There was, of course, only one way that I could relieve the pressure and save their lives. So I rolled them up on their backs and did what I had to. epilogue: Of course, they were able to de-juice the women affected by the bad batch of Blueberry Pie gum, but they were still purple. Tammy and I went out for awhile until she met a nice older guy and got married. Tammy did well, too, and ended up marrying the lawyer in the law firm who represented them against the candy company. So everything worked out. And me? Well, hell, stuff like this is always happening to me.

4507

Doppleganger, floating, helium, magic, voodoo

Female Inflation

Full Body Inflation

None

4.4

13

Trudi was in a hurry. She'd enjoyed all the Wiccan events her friends arranged, as keen as any of the girls to spend an evening drinking, chatting and getting verbal revenge on their boyfriends. What she'd never expected was supernatural occurrences, let alone one that would strike such a chord in her. Twenty-four hours. Plenty of time to execute the plan she'd made, the moment she heard the spirit make its promise. The plan was the easy part. She'd dreamt of this talent for so long, the problem was choosing which of her many dream scenarios she would have time to play out. Twenty-four hours. Would it be long enough? Would a taste of the fantasy ruin her life, leaving her hungry, playing out a hollow existence without hope or ambition? A haunting thought, but not one that would sway her path. She would have her prize, consequences be damned. She jogged along the darkened streets, the full moon giving her a constant shadow that danced with those cast by the street lights she passed. Watching her dark silhouette, she imagined its outline suddenly bulging in her favourite places and the shiver it sent through her frame upped her pace for home. For a moment she wondered if her eagerness to finish the proceedings on the hill and get home had given the others a glimpse into her inner life, but decided it didn't matter if it had. It took ten precious minutes to get set up. With only a day to play with, every second seemed long and a minute felt an age. However, her interest ensured all the appropriate props were close at hand and ten minutes was small change compared to the nine hours she would have waited for the hardware and party stores to open had she been less well equipped. Then end result was a bit slipshod, but she was an inflation enthusiast, not an engineer. The helium cylinder was duct taped to the SCUBA reg. The SCUBA reg was duct taped to the inflatable mattress pump. The mattress pump was duct taped to her beautiful doppelganger: the doll she'd scoured the internet for. The doll for which she'd cut her hair short and bought exactly matching outfits to share with. Her, in inflatable form. The limp doll lay on the floor, ready to receive the breath of life. Nearby, an oscillating fan arced back and forth endlessly. Curtains were closed, lights were dimmed, music was selected, a shot of courage poured and consumed. One more touch before the get go. Trudi laid her diving weights on the floor, a metre from and in the centre of the arc of the fan. A length of string was tied to the belt webbing and its free end attached to the gusset of her panties, this delicate manipulation bringing gate crashing butterflies to the party in her stomach. The cylinder valve was opened. The pump handle drawn up. The regulator wheezed, releasing gas on demand into the cylinder. Trudi paused to savour the sweet moment and slowly depressed the handle. The doll's limpness was replaced with the subtlest signs of life. Thin, balloon skin rose slightly and wriggled a little as the helium sought an even distribution. This gentle awakening was lost on its cause, who was hugging herself as the sensation of inflation washed over her. The voodoo was doing the ballooning it was promised to do so well. Trudi couldn't see any outward change and her lingerie didn't feel tight, but she could feel the gas rush into her as the plunger was depressed and she definitely liked that feeling. The handle was raised and lowered again, more forcefully. Once more, the doll became more lifelike and Trudi more her dream self. Limbs, torso, face, breasts, filled with gas. Gas lighter than air. The rush: should she give in to it and pump away like mad or fight it every sweet step of the way and pace her inflation to last. A gentle hissing drew her from the dilemma. The regulator was free flowing. Just a slow leak, but it was filling the cylinder without aid, the pump handle rising slowly of its own accord. The choice, for the moment, was moot and Trudi stood, waiting for the cylinder of the pump to fill to see what would happen. As she'd expected, once the pump was fully primed, the overflow spilled down the hose and into her. It was just a trickle, but its insistent tickle was thrilling. She closed her eyes, cupped a breast and rubbed a thigh, sighing with satisfaction. Still no swelling, but every second made the doll more a woman and her more a balloon. Letting go her breast to grasp the pump handle once more, she noticed the first outward change. The freed mammary hung upward, drawn away from gravity's will by the wonder gas it was slowly filling with. Tingles. The decision was foremost once more. The pump never worked so hard. The helium filling the doll brought it to its feet, swaying gently in the fan's draft. Trudi stared at it, noticing her matching lightness on her feet, stunned by the proximity of her fantasy: one pump away from floating. Her hand on the handle, staring at her own form made rubber, now almost full, mirroring her hollow, helium filled self. The tiny hissing, the final creases of doll flesh ironed out, her feet lifting gently from the floor. Trudi never gave the final pump, though she tried desperately to depress the plunger. Everything about her form now exuded upness, and down was taking its bat and ball home for a sulk. She let go the pump handle and floated to her tether's end, getting a tweak between her thighs as she reached journey's end. She felt the swish of air moving over her, savouring the contrasting gasses either side of her skin, one free and fluid, one contained and rising in pressure. The fan's first pass. She swayed backward, turned slightly, sprung back up, spun on her axis. Wispy negligee fluttered on taut flesh with each passing breeze. Her doll, tethered on the pump hose, began to distend slightly, the trickling gas making itself felt in the areas most accustomed to stretching. Blue silk was stretched tight against bulging breasts, both in Trudi's view of her doppelganger and her top. Arcing wind blew against pert nipples, showing clearly through the material. The doll began to blimp into a parade float, torso inflating, distended limbs starfished, bloated breasts leading the way bravely upward. Trudi followed suit, feeling every slightest breeze in the swirling air outside, every cubic mil of helium inside her, every shift of cloth on skin as her form sought escape via the path of least resistance. Swaying, spinning, dizzy with desire being fulfilled, Trudi wondered how much gas remained in the cylinder.

30999

blowkiss, decompression, revenge

Female Inflation

Full Body Inflation

Clean

4.4

29

Fleur hugged her knees, eyes languishing on the various needles and gauges set in the gray metal walls, and gave another long, heartfelt sigh. Fully twelve atmospheres remaining, by what she could tell. Or, by a more relevant metric, a half-dozen more hours steeping in ennui inside the tiny decompression chamber. She should be grateful, she knew. Relish a bit of boredom after the mishap earlier that day, from which only quick reactions and some impressive new technology had saved her. But that was the sort of thing that happened five hundred feet beneath the surface. That was part of the thrill. Free diving on the world stage was daring, dangerous, exciting. Risky. Nine hours in a steel box with only a bare cot and a jumble of spare tanks and fins for company was none of those things. Still, she had to smile a little. When her sponsors had trotted her out in that revolutionary new wetsuit, they were all about slogans and safety margins, cutting-edge science and national pride. A girl could survive a meteor strike wearing it, they'd said, and Fleur had to believe them. The tight weave seemed practically bulletproof. And thought it left her movement unimpeded, some thing or other about the way it squeezed her body was supposed to make the bends a thing of the past. Naturally, then, she accepted it, not as some boring safety measure, but rather as a sleek red license to push the limit flatteringly trimmed in blue and white. And push it she had. She liked to think she really could have snatched that record right back from her stupid, smug competitor – Natali's face swam before her, the bane of her competitive career, the stupid smug look she gave as the press swarmed around to play up the rivalry – if her ascent balloon hadn't torn open 180 meters beneath the surface. She'd made it up on emergency air without dying horribly, though, which was a miracle in itself, even if it meant almost half a day lounging about and waiting for the tortuously slow decompression cycle to finish. Just in case, of course, they told her as they sealed the door between them. She lay back on the cot, closed her eyes and sighed again. She dreamed of tomorrow's cool, blue depths. Imagined herself sliding into the light-starved abyss, leaving Natali floating jealous in her wake. She cracked an eye suddenly open, looked around – had something moved? Probably, she decided, looking pointedly at the pile of equipment she was pretty sure went against one code or another. And on the subject of legalities, was there even anyone else still on the boat? The captain himself would be out on shore by now, unless that one night had been a particularly lurid dream. Not that she really cared about rules and regulations. She sighed again, a lungful that would fill a phone booth at normal pressure, and flicked her eyes over to the nearest gauge out of habit. Not a hair under twelve atmospheres. No surprise there. But - was it her imagination, or had it actually inched backwards since she last gave it a glance? No, she thought, that was just the boredom speaking. She felt like a student again, sitting in school and swearing they'd invented clocks that jumped back five minutes whenever you looked away. She closed her eyes again and she heard another movement, except this time it was loud enough to recognize a faint, echoing quality that meant it wasn't coming from inside the chamber. Another glace at the gauge, and – twelve and a quarter? She sat up, legs hanging off the cot. "Is someone there?" No answer but another muffled clink. "Who-" she paused, closed her mouth and listened. Something that wasn't a tap or a clank. So quiet she felt it more than heard it, but it picked gradually up. When she could hear it properly she recognized it easily as the slow, subtle hiss of rushing air. She stood and walked over to the equipment in the corner, but none of it seemed to be leaking. The dial on the wall was pointing to thirteen now. That was too much. Way too much. A leaking scuba tank couldn't do that. Her pulse picked up as she called out again, but the only response was a freshening hiss. There was no doubt now, the chamber was refilling, taking in air until it was back up to where it had all started. Had the cycle somehow reset? She checked the panel of buttons and levers on the wall, but she didn't know quite where to start. She wasn't a techie. She was a rising star, the diving prodigy, the Blonde Beauty, the French Mermaid. All she could really tell was that the needles on the pressure gauges were moving backwards, and that they weren't moving slowly. Fourteen atmospheres, they showed, then fifteen, then seventeen. That was... she recalled the simple conversions she'd learned. Diving ten meters was equivalent to adding one atmosphere. One atmosphere worked out to about fifteen PSI. She watched the needle push past eighteen and keep on moving. That was 180 meters, right? That's where it had started, where it should have stopped. But the needles kept on moving. Nineteen, twenty atmospheres. She looked down at herself, slid a trembling hand down the front of her wetsuit. That meant 300 PSI inside the chamber. Inside her. She could blow a Macy's parade attraction up like a party balloon with all the air inside her body. Half the gauges were maxed out now, the rest well on their way. There had to be some malfunction. She traced her fingers around the knobs, over various buttons and half-legible labels, but before she could work up the courage to touch anything, a deafening silence fell over the chamber and with it, a palpable sense of relief. Someone was getting a talking to once she got out, but- Squeeeaak. She turned to the door and then quickly back down to the panel, where a bright red light winked on and off above a label that sent her heart pounding: Manual Vent Engaged. "Wait! Stop!" she shouted, running to the door, but it was already too late. From the corners of the chamber came a violent hissing, and in moments she could feel the pent-up pressure billowing up inside her as the atmospheric pressure dropped. She gulped it down, but didn't dare to try shouting again lest the blast of escaping air rip her lungs to shreds. Her cheeks reddened and her chest heaved. A familiar pounding rose in the back of her throat, the throbbing sensation of holding in your breath when you desperately wanted to breathe. The sensation began to spread, pulsing in her chest, leaking out to fill her whole body. The rush of venting air grew louder, it wasn't enough to drown out her panicked whimpering. How much more was there to go? She couldn't tell. Her legs didn't seem to want to work. She pressed her hands to her stomach, squeezed her arms against the balloon that seemed to fill inside her. How many atmospheres was the suit rated for, again? Up and down her body it squeezed her, growing tighter, ever tighter. The material beneath her fingers seemed stretched, taut and smooth and... round? She pulled her arms away and looked down. What she saw made her eyes go wide – but not nearly as wide as the rest of her. Her breasts pushed out before her like two slick, red watermelons, her stomach a graceful curve between them. Even as she stared she could feel the suit tightening, hear the hollow gurgle inside herself, watch the watermelons ripening. Her initial impression had been wrong, she realized; there was no balloon inside her. She was the balloon. Larger and larger she grew as the densely-packed atmosphere drained away, causing the air trapped inside her to bubble up like uncorked champagne. Her cheeks were near-spherical, belly like a bright red exercise ball. She stumbled, threw her arms stiffly out in a bid to stay upright, but her legs were sluggish, her balance disrupted by her newfound girth and the steady rocking of the boat. She took a clumsy step back and lost her footing. As she impacted the hard metal floor she felt her whole body thrum with a noted like a bass drum. She bounced once, still vibrating, and came to rest on her back. She stared up at the drab ceiling, watched from the corner of her eye as her stomach made a concerted bid to reach it. She waved her limbs uselessly, but she knew she couldn't move, couldn't sit up, couldn't lift herself to reach the panel on the wall to stop the evacuating air. There seemed to be no end to the air blossoming up inside her. She was filling out like a life raft, every two atmospheres' difference pumping her body tight as a car tire. Her ballooning thighs pushed slowly apart, swollen arms spreading out like smooth red sausages, her entire frame blowing up until she seemed to fill half the chamber. It felt as if she'd swallowed a whale. Her wetsuit stretched ominously, staccato snaps filling the air. Her limbs didn't seem to want to move. Any moment now the stitching would give way, the wrong seam would fail. A single rip, that was all it would take, and then the suit would tear away and the building pressure would blow up her naked body like a bomb. She closed her eyes, felt sweat running down her temples, a throb in her chest... Squeeeaak. The door to the chamber gave a metallic clank and swung slowly open, venting the last bit of pressure with a hiss. She looked over her spherical belly, which groaned at the sudden drop in atmospheric pressure, and her eyes met a sight straight out of her nightmares. "You just don't know when to let go, do you?" Natali purred and smiled, tossing her velvet hair, letting it fall back over olive-skinned shoulders and frame her rosy cheeks. "Two... accidents in one day. What's a girl to do under all that pressure?" Fleur gave a little squeak, tried to scuttle backwards, but she only wobbled pitifully. Natali gave a loud, short laugh in response. One word played over in Fleur's mind, that one exquisitely emphasized word, underlining the sudden revelation that there had been no unplanned malfunctions after all. Dread filled her like hissing air as Natali sauntered forward, a tight yellow-and-green bikini clinging to the athletic body that was cresting the horizon of Fleur's enormous stomach. "But then again," Natali continued, tracing a finger around the diving knife still strapped to one leg, "Isn't pushing limits half the fun?" She walked across the chamber, moving closer until Fleur lay entirely in her shadow. In one smooth motion she slid forward, mounting Fleur's swollen stomach like a rodeo rider, naked thighs spread wide. Fleur whimpered, cheeks burning red as the new weight squeezed her overfull body. Natali grinned mischievously at her discomfort, squeezing her legs, sending a pulse of pressure through Fleur that seemed as if it might push her over the edge. Laughing again, Natali drew her knife and lowered it like a pin towards Fleur's balloon belly. No no no pleaded Fleur silently, but she was completely at her rival's mercy. She watched the point of the knife inch closer – she closed her eyes, waiting for the worst – several long seconds passed. She opened her eyes again to see it skim a hairsbreadth from the taut red fabric, wandering out over the vast expanse of her body, exploring the trim of her suit, poking ever so gently at the seams. "But I forget my manners," Natali said suddenly, slipping the knife back in its sheath, flashing a smile that only increased Fleur's distress. "I never said hello, did I?" She leaned in, prostrating herself over Fleur's voluminous frame, propping herself up on hands pressed against firm watermelon breasts. Closer still she lowered her face until only her gripping legs kept her from sliding forward off the slope of Fleur's stomach. "Bonjour," she said when their noses nearly touched and kissed Fleur softly on each cheek. She grinned mischievously, staring triumphant into pleading eyes inches from her own. "Et au rev-" With strength of desperation Fleur struck, adrenaline fueling her swollen arms as she brought them up and wrapped tightly around the back of Natali's head. Natali jerked away, trying to push herself free, but Fleur held on, squeezing ever harder, drawing her closer until she could nearly feel the soft touch of lips against her face. With a final heave she pulled Natali in and covered her lips with her own. She blew. The rush of air that blasted forth was so massive, so rapid, that she feared for a moment that her throat might tear. Her wetsuit squeezed like a giant hand, forcing the air out of her body, and Natali was the squealing, helpless receptacle for every last bit of it. Even as Fleur paused to gather herself for another heaving exhalation the balance of pressure worked to correct itself, gushing down Natali's throat like a firehose. Natali was nothing more than an expanse of swelling olive skin, whimpering and groaning and puffing out so rapidly it was a wonder she didn't simply burst then and there. Fleur continued her assault with vigor. Her wetsuit still stretched drum-tight against her enormous girth, but it no longer creaked and crackled and threatened to give way at any moment. She reveled in the sensation of her own deflation, but even more satisfying was the feeling of Natali's belly ballooning out against hers, the short, loud rip that sounded as the knife burst off her swollen thigh. A fire burned in Fleur's chest, kindled by fear and humiliation, whipped into a blaze by the desire for vengeance, the feeling of power. All but one thought was lost to her as she filled her flailing rival until her belly swelled out round as her own. One goal: she was going to pump every last bit of air into Natali that she could handle, and then keep on going. Natali's bulk was enormous now, pressing down on Fleur like a small whale. Fleur's limbs were loosening as the air left her body, limbering up, regaining their strength and flexibility. Without warning she broke the kiss and heaved upwards, forcing Natali off of her before she became too difficult to move. They rolled over another, jockeying for position, but Natali's pressure-stiffened arms and legs were no match for Fleur's returned mobility. They skidded over the smooth floor, scattering piles of equipment like two enormous bowling balls, finally coming to rest against a cold metal wall. Natali was propped half-upright, Fleur leaning in on top of her. Fleur smiled, touching Natali's cheek as she tried to turn away, met her panicked eyes as she locked lips and resumed her inflation. The air flowed less violently between them now, but Fleur's fervor was undiminished. Relentlessly she squeezed her body, pouring all her hatred, all her fear and anger, right down her rival's throat. Natali squeaked pitifully, but it was worse than useless. Fleur pressed on despite the feeble protest, strengthened in spite of it, extracting twisted satisfaction from every inch her rival swelled beneath her. Soon Fleur was nearly back to normal size, but still she squeezed with all her might, working herself like a pump. Slowly the last few breaths came, Fleur now fighting uphill against the pressure, feeling Natali's taut, creaking skin rising in response until she was swollen, immobile, as tight and round as Fleur had ever been, her cheeks bulging like oranges and her arms and legs spread out comically. When Fleur could force no more past her rival's lips she slid smoothly back onto the floor, standing before Natali's spherical frame and scanning her up and down with a satisfied smile. The pressure inside them was finally equal, though it seemed strange to think it; Natali resembled little more than an olive-skinned beach ball while Fleur, wrapped in the grip of her space-age wetsuit, simply looked a bit curvy. She slid a hand appraisingly down her front. Enough air inside her to burst someone like a tick under normal pressure. Well - she flicked Natali's belly, producing a panicked squeal and a sharp, reverberating note - almost. She looked down as something cold and heavy rolled against her ankle – a spare tank of air knocked over by their struggle. Well, she thought, she knew how to fix that. Picking the tank up in one hand, she grabbed the hose with the other and set it all upright before Natali with a little metal clank. The valve squeaked open easily in her grasp and the hose jumped in her hand, hissing over Natali's protests as Fleur flashed a wicked grin. Natali's eyes widened, her eyebrows a pleading arch. She shook her head desperately, managed a pitiful "Hmm-mmn! Mmmn-mm!" Fleur leaned forward, toying with the hose, shooting a jet of air over Natali's cheeks, blowing back her hair. Still grinning, she met her distended rival's eyes and then pushed the end of the hose between her own lips. Fleur felt her chest rise again, cheeks bulging at the blast of pressure, but she bit down hard, riding out the initial shock until she was groaning not with fear or discomfort but with gleeful anticipation. She closed her eyes, shutting out Natali's flailing limbs to concentrate on the air swirling inside her, on the feeling of her body pushing out against her suit. Her stomach rounded slowly out again as her internal pressure climbed, breasts plumping and thighs expanding. Seconds ticked by. After a short while she opened her eyes and looking down at herself, traced the curve of her belly with one hand. Enough air beneath her touch to pop someone like a cheap balloon. Definitely. She turned shut the valve on the tank and let the hose drop from her mouth. One step forward and her plump form pressed into the sphere that was Natali. She leaned in, half-climbing onto her, watching her rising panic with relish. Giggling, she kissed her on each swollen cheek, and then with one last look at her desperate expression, she locked her rival in a kiss and blew once more. Natali waved her sausage arms, kicked her balloon thighs, struggled with all her might, but Fleur hardly even noticed as she pumped one long breath down her rival's throat. Natali was helpless against her power, swollen to her quavering limit and forced even fuller. She trembled and throbbed with the exhalation, her very skin singing like overstretched rubber. Every inch of her stretched drum-tight, fighting to contain the blimpfull of air crammed inside her. Fleur began to blow once more, and Natali knew she could hold no more. For a moment she teetered on the brink, body pulsing rhythmically, cheeks flushing crimson with the effort of fighting the straw she knew would break the camel's back, but there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop it. A little squeak sounded as the final puff entered her, and then an enormous, echoing bang. Fleur blinked her eyes, massaging the spot where her head had impacted the wall. Tiny shreds of green and yellow swirled around the chamber like snow, settling gradually over the floor. She stared at the spot where Natali had exploded, replaying the moment in her mind's eye. Her pitiful moans, that delicious little squeak as she tried to hold it all in, the way she trembled as she was pumped too full, trembling and finally bursting like a party balloon. Slowly Fleur smiled, and then she grinned. How's that for pushing limits? she thought, watching the drifting tatters that were all that remained of her former rival.

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Prose that Blows 11 - It's All About the Feels, Prose that Blows Runner-Up: Best Depiction of a Positive Emotion, Prose that Blows Winner: Best Story, Prose that Blows Winner: Most Sympathetic Inflatee

Female Inflation

Hourglass Inflation

None

4.3

6

First dates are no fun because they're basically a list of don'ts. Don't be too eager. Don't be too cold. Don't show a lot of skin. Don't be too shy. Don't laugh too hard. Don't seem too desperate. Wendy knew the rules, and she knew just how crucial it was that they be followed. And dressed in a high-buttoned blouse and a simple skirt, tonight's dive into the waters of the dating pool was going well enough. Phil was sweet, he was clever, and he made her laugh. He was dangerous. "Comedy's just a hobby — a dream, really," said the man on the other side of the candle and condiments. "By day, I'm an office drone. But most of the time I'm mining these terrible meetings for new material." "Are we talking 'Office Space' level?" asked Wendy. "Oh yeah," nodded Phil, dropping into a dead-on impression of Bill Lumburgh. "My boss has actually said, 'Yeeeahh, I'm going to have to ask you to go ahead and come on in on Saturday. That'd be greeeeaaat.'" Wendy tittered, but quickly stifled it. Remember the rules. "What about you? What's your career path look like?" "Long — I'm pre-med, so most of my day is spent with books and sick people." "Sounds more like you work in accounting." She audibly giggled, which made her a little uncomfortable. Keep it together, she thought. First dates offered more social pressure than usual, but Wendy was determined to maintain her composure. "That's really cool, though," said Phil. "That's a noble profession — helping people when they need help the most." Wendy thought that was sweet, but the rules told her not to react too intensely, so she just smiled sweetly and let the conversation drop. The silence was awkward. Phil deftly picked it up. "So how do you know Amy? She didn't say — said she wanted to let us get to know each other 'for real,' whatever that means." "Yeah, that's her. We met in yoga class, actually." "Yoga! You're brave. I'll never understand how people started twisting themselves into painful-looking poses and everyone else said 'Here's fifty bucks — make me a pretzel, too!'" That mental image made Wendy laugh out loud. She immediately realized that was a big mistake — potentially a huge one, as she became acutely aware of her unique condition. The old familiar dull hiss which had been her secret shame for years returned, just below the surface, and she felt her brassiere stretch to accommodate her swelling breasts. She was inflating. In public. On a first date. You know the rules, goddammit. Don't laugh too hard. Wendy was determined not to reveal her distress, and if Phil was the gentleman he appeared to be, he would not comment even if he did suspect her measurements had changed. "Well, you know, healthy living and all that," she replied with a nervous smile, desperately trying to play down the rising pressure she felt. "Comes with the job, I suppose. I try to keep active, stay hydrated, watch what I eat — lots of little things." "Me too," agreed Phil. "I've actually gone mostly vegetarian lately, which has been easier than I thought." Wendy saw a twinkle in Phil's eye. Oh no. "But truth be told, I'm not a vegetarian because of the health benefits, or even because I love animals. I'm a vegetarian because I hate plants." "Ha!" Wendy laughed out loud. Her dark sense of humor couldn't be contained — but now her condition couldn't be denied, either. The hissing inside her increased, and the her blouse pushed forward, buttons straining against her increasingly round breasts filled it to capacity. A few stitches popped on the seam of her bra, and she felt her hips expand a bit for good measure. Her smile quickly changed to a horrified expression, and she looked at Phil. He was silent, slack-jawed, and his eyes kept darting between her mortified face and her actively swelling chest. Wendy was embarrassed beyond words, desperately wishing she could deny her condition, reverse time, or had simply gone to the ladies room when she felt the first twinge of inflation. A tear ran down her cheek. This was an unmitigated disaster. No longer able to bear the force of her now spherical breasts, her blouse finally gave in to the pressure. A single button popped from her blouse, shooting across the table and landing directly in Phil's gaping mouth. Reflexively, he swallowed it. The unreality and ridiculousness of the situation hit Wendy with full force. She did the only thing she could, what anybody does when their situation gets too unbelievable. She giggled. Then she laughed. Hard. Phil caught the contagious laughter too. The loop was complete. Wendy should have been running away, fleeing the scene of what would have to rank as the worst first date of her entire young life. Instead, she and Phil just kept laughing louder, ignoring the stares of annoyed and confused diners as her bosom surged forward, popping more seams on both her blouse and brassiere, spherical cleavage rising from the cups. She no longer cared. She was tired of being her own prisoner. It felt good to finally let herself laugh; it felt even better to laugh with someone else. She liked doing it, no matter the consequences. Now several cup sizes larger than she had been when they were seated, Wendy's cackles subsided to chuckles and vocal sighs. She rose slightly in her seat, feeling her hips and bottom round out; her breasts looked enormous in her now tiny, partially destroyed top, like overfilled party balloons ready to pop. Phil saw multiple expressions on her face — humiliation, delight, panic, joy. All he wanted to do was let her know everything was going to be fine. But he also realized the evening's punchline was there for the taking, and he couldn't resist.

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balloon, floating, helium, hourglass, magic, party, science

Female Inflation, Male Inflation

Belly Inflation, Breast Inflation, Butt Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Hourglass Inflation, Inflatable Clothing, Other Inflation

None

4.5

14

She had been stalked before, but this guy was the first one who'd managed to track her down at work. Like most midday afternoons, there were no other customers in the store but the man seemed to be wandering about aimlessly. When he first came in he had hovered over by the keyboards, then slinked over to percussion, and finally made his way to the guitar room. The only other person in the shop was the loser guitar tech Johnny, and he was sitting in the corner tuning his Strat and too wasted to know what day of the week it was. Kaitlyn found it amazing that he could pluck the strings of the electric guitar with all the Cheeto dust clinging to his fingers.She wasn't entirely sure he was there just for her sake but the dead giveaway was catching the guy staring in her direction several times. When she realized what was going on, Kaitlyn started screwing with him by slowly moving around the store and ignoring him, only to suddenly turn and face in his direction. He was never quite fast enough and kept getting caught, but after a couple times he learned to at least peak at her out of the corner of his eye. He was painfully out of place in the store but he looked familiar and Kaitlyn was certain she had seen him before. Without saying a word, his conservative manner of dress and grooming spoke volumes. It said "I am an accountant" and not "I am a garage band drummer". It clashed rather comically with all the posters of Death Metal bands and copious umlauts surrounding him. Kaitlyn quickly bored of the cat and mouse game so she walked over to the cash register and started flipping through a magazine. An elbow on the display case and forearm with an upturned palm served as a pedestal for her chin. After a few moments, she sensed the man walking her way and she looked up at him. This time, though, he returned her gaze as he approached from the far side of the store."Let's see, how shall I tell him to fuck-off?" she quietly mused to herself, "Let me count the ways". She rolled her eyes and then continued perusing her copy of Metal Guitar Gods Illustrated.As the man neared the counter, Kaitlyn huffily looked up from her reading and put on her best I-am-not-impressed look. She opened her mouth to speak, only to be cut off."You're quite the talented one, aren't you?" the man said in a confident drawl. Kaitlyn hesitated, the tone of his comment taking her by surprise. "What?" She tried to sound annoyed.The man placed his hands on the glass counter and leaned in, staring into her eyes. She involuntarily shifted back a bit, chin still in hand and elbow firmly planted. She furrowed her brow and deftly placed her other hand behind her back. Had Johnny been sober, he would have noticed that a faint, glowing ball of green light began to form in her palm.The man stared intently back and with a lowered voice and spoke again. "I know what I saw." The open-ended statement was disturbingly alarming but she kept her cool. Inwardly, though, she was panicking and trying to recall every drunken reverie she'd been to in the last couple weeks. Static pulses began to jump between her fingertips and the glowing ball hovering in the palm of her hand."The rave. You know, Saturday night. I saw what you did to that girl. Don't try to hide it.""The rave, of course!" she thought. "Wait... the rave? What rave? That rave? I don't remember a damned thing. I was so wasted, what the hell did I do?" She stood up straight and stepped back half a pace, one arm still behind her back. Her panic began to leak through onto her face. What the hell did this guy see? The glowing ball crackled more intensely."Just like a helium balloon - floated up into the rafters."Her fierceness melted away into a deer-in-the-headlights stare. "Oh.... shit", she thought, and brought the glowing ball around to her front, readying it for action. He smirked and continued holding her gaze. "Put it away, sweetie."Kaitlyn drew back her hand, preparing to hit him with the glowing projectile. The fierceness had returned."Relax, cupcake."A white-hot anger boiled up within her and she paused for a moment, unable to think straight."I want to hire you."The glowing ball winked out of existence with an audible pop. Kaitlyn blinked several times, holding the attack pose for a moment as the words sunk in."You want to do... what?" she asked, fluttering her eyes in disbelief and cocking her head to the side."M-O-N-E-Y" He spelled out. "Unless, of course, ya'll are satisfied with your present career prospects."She blinked again and tried to process what had just happened. In the corner, Johnny plucked a cluelessly off tone C and then reached into his bag of Cheetos. The following weekend, Kaitlyn found herself standing out in the cold at the end of an unfamiliar bus route. Exhaust fumes swirled about her. The surly driver's only acknowledgement of her existence had been the operation of the door to let her out. The evening's downpour had stopped shortly before she had gotten off the bus and as the whirlwind of diesel fumes dissipated, the damp air was cold and still again. She stood there looking around as her eyes slowly adjusted to the night. The houses out here were huge, bigger and fancier than her parents' place. Utterly devoid of individuality or charm, they were the kind that social climbers aspired to. Her Mom and Dad would fit right it, she decided. This place was death by ennui; a suburban no-man's land where creativity marched out to die, bleeding out in silent agony. In both directions, the street curved with a banal, calculated flair. The decorative street lights on either side had been chosen so as to vaguely allude to Victorian London, as envisioned by an urban planner who's only reference point had been to watch Mary Poppins. Once. A long time ago. Kaitlyn rifled through her tiny purse and removed the crumpled up map she'd hastily printed off before leaving work. It took a moment to get her bearings but she was soon walking down the middle of the deserted street. The pale light of the lamps reflected off the wet pavement and surrounded her with an entourage of shadows that ebbed and flowed as she walked. The houses got bigger and fancier as she went. Her heels tapped loudly on the wet pavement and her frozen breath hung thickly in the artificial light. She pulled her blazer as tightly over her lithe frame as she could. Still, she was giddy. The man had given her a large cash down payment before he had left the shop and promised more to come if she agreed to his terms.The first clue that she was nearing her destination was that the empty street began to yield to the presence of dozens of expensive cars parked along it. She came to a halt in front of what appeared to be the correct house and then checked its address against her map: they matched. The place was even bigger than all the other McMansions she had just passed. The muted conversation and laughter coming from inside and the shadows moving across the brightly lit window curtains were telltale signs that Kaitlyn knew all too well: Party. She climbed the stairs to the porch and stepped over to the opulent double doors of the home's entrance. For the first time in a while, she felt self-conscious about her present socioeconomic status and its precipitous decline from her upbringing. It had taken her long time trying to shake that particular cultural echo out of her psyche but it always managed to poke it's head out and mock her. The animated conversation on the other side of the door got louder as she approached. She pushed the door bell switch and a few moments later her patron answered, neatly dressed in khakis, loafers, and a sweater. He held an overflowing martini glass in a death grip, its contents spilling over the side from an unsteady hand. "How you doin', sweetie?" drawled the man who had introduced himself in the shop only as Mr. Smith. "We've been waitin' for ya! Come on in!"Kaitlyn stepped through the door and into the brightly lit foyer. Party guests stood about in small groups chatting amicably with one another in the cheerfully loud manner that distilled spirits induced. Light jazz played from some unseen audio system. Mr. Smith closed the door behind her and then, lightly touching her elbow, led the petite woman through the guest-filled front parlor and towards the kitchen. It was now her turn to be the one who was sartorially out-of-place. These people looked more like they were attending a golf club soiree than any party she'd been to. Maybe they were. Her purple-streaked hair, piercings, and leather miniskirt certainly drew attention, but it wasn't the sneering she usually got from this sort of crowd. No, their eyes seemed to light up when they saw her. Some folks turned around and smiled and two women even whispered to each other about her. Everyone was so polite, excusing themselves as Mr. Smith pushed on by with a tipsy "Comin' through!" Kaitlyn liked being the center of attention, but this was unnerving. The kitchen was almost as big as her apartment; a huge expanse of fine woods, glass, polished stone, and stainless steel. Mr. Smith put down his drink on the wide center island counter before ushering some chatting guests out the other door. He closed it behind them. Trays of hors d'eourves and bottles of fine wines and liquors covered much of the counter's surface. "Make yerself comfortable, sweetie" he bade her as he opened the door to the walk-in pantry. She slipped off her thrift shop blazer and placed it on the back of a stool that was next to the island, revealing her patterned green tube top, and then jauntily plunked down on the stool herself. As Mr. Smith muddled about in the pantry, Kaitlyn gobbled up a ham-and-cheese on a toothpick from one of the party trays and then reached over to his martini glass, tipped it back, and drained it. She coughed from the high alcohol content and then smacked her lips before wiping them with the back of her gloved hand. "Whoa."Mr. Smith chuckled as he emerged from the pantry. "Good stuff" he commented and motioned to the cornucopia of treats on the counter. "Help yourself." He turned around and then, walking backwards, pulled out a hand truck with a large helium tank chained to it. In his free hand he carried a large paper bag. Kaitlyn's attention perked up."Honey, go into the fridge and pull out the shot trays." Kaitlyn grabbed another piece of ham and cheese as she bounced up from her chair, devouring it on the way to the large, double door refrigerator."On the right" Mr. Smith directed. She opened up the stainless steel monster to find it heavily stocked. On two of the mid-level shelves were trays with empty shot glasses being chilled. One after the other, she pulled the trays out and placed them on the counter as Mr. Smith positioned the metal tank. "Oh, and get all the stuff on the lower pull-out drawer, too, will ya'?" Kaitlyn complied.As she finished, Mr. Smith reached over and grabbed her hand, placing a large rolled-up wad of cash in it. "I'm glad you showed up. Here's a little something extra." Kaitlyn stared, wide-eyed at the wad. There was enough money in her hand than for several months' rent. "Go on, put it away. We have work to do."She felt giddy and numb as she tucked the roll into her purse. Maybe it was the martini. Mr. Smith chuckled again and smiled when she turned back around. The helium tank stood next to him with an inflation valve and hose now installed. On the counter were several bags worth of large balloons and a roll of string."Now, first off," Mr. Smith said while patting the top of the cylinder, "we're gonna need some magic helium..." They emerged from kitchen and into the adjoining Great room. It was huge; part yuppie banquet hall and part living room. Its vaulted ceiling rose more than two storeys above the guests' heads and the wall at the far end was all windows. As the curious guests looked on, the duo cleared one of the tables of its food and drink and then dove back into the kitchen. Walking backwards, Mr. Smith re-emerged through the swinging door pulling the helium tank. As he set it back up next to the table, Kaitlyn followed. She was holding a clutch of brightly colored helium balloons and as she tied them to the back of a chair, the guests' chatter became more animated. The pair shuttled back and forth to the kitchen several more times, bringing the now filled shot trays and more balloons. Other guests began filtering into the room from elsewhere, attracted by the commotion. On the final trip, Mr. Smith and Kaitlyn paused in the kitchen, each holding another martini as expectant chatter filled the room on the other side of the door. Mr. Smith looked over to Kaitlyn and spoke. "Ready?""Ready!" replied the witch.They clinked their glasses together and downed the contents. "Good stuff" commented Mr. Smith. Kaitlyn coughed. "Whoa."All eyes followed the host and his sidekick as they stepped through the kitchen door and up onto a small dais next to the table. Mr. Smith produced a microphone and pressed a button on it. Two large curtains converged from either side of the windowed wall, slowly hiding the night sky. With the press of another button, the light jazz on the audio system was silenced. A small feedback loop whined briefly as he brought the microphone up to his chin. He spoke to the crowd. "Everybody, this is Kaitlyn!" "Hi Kaitlyn!" the crowd bawdily shouted back."Kaitlyn, this is everybody!" She waved back to the crowd excitedly. A hearty laughter rose, mixed with cheering and the raising of drinks in her honor. "I've been talking up this little party for a while now" he continued. "And I believe our guest of honor will help me deliver on my promises. I'm glad ya'll made it." The inebriated crowd laughed. "Now, this little lady has taken the time come all the way out here to be with us tonight" Mr. Smith continued. He motioned to the table. "We've prepared a few treats for everyone that I think will fit the bill." He then bent down and pulled up a large glass vase from the dais and held it high for everyone to see. "In addition to that, she's agreed to take a few requests." Many an eyebrow in the crowd raised as everyone looked at her expectantly. Kaitlyn smiled, and made a sarcastic curtsey. "So be sure to add a little sumpthin' in the tip jar, here, to make it worth her while." Kaitlyn looked over at Mr. Smith with genuine surprise as he reached over and placed the vase on the table next to the party favors. He then picked up one of the full shot glasses. She stepped down from the dais and took up station by the table with her hands clasped behind her back, occasionally bouncing on her heels. She was grinning from ear to ear."Who's the first volunteer?" Mr. Smith asked of his guests. Many hands shot up. He scanned the crowd, holding his hand over his eyes as if shading them from the sun. He spotted someone in particular and then pointed and motioned for her to come forward. "Ah, Samantha, you airhead" he joked. "Get yer butt up here!" Laughter rose from the crowd.A woman stepped through the obliging guests and joined Mr. Smith on the platform. Like everyone else at the party, she was dressed nicely but with clothing that seemed to be a little ill fitting. She sported an oversize green blouse that was tucked into a pleated skirt and she stood there daintily on high heels with an air of frantic energy. Below the hem of her skirt were shapely calves dressed in nylon stockings. He talked to the curvy woman in the over-acted manner of a smarmy game show host. "So, have you been enjoying the evening's festivities, miss?" The woman giggled and shoved him playfully. "Yes!" the vivacious red head exclaimed."Well, then!" he said, acting as if taking offense at being pushed. "Aren't we bubbly tonight?" He handed the shot glass to Samantha who accepted it cautiously. "Here's a little something to lighten you up even more." She inspected the fizzing drink for a moment. "What's this going to do to me?" There was genuine concern in her voice.Mr. Smith placed his free hand on her generous hip as he spoke to her with the microphone at his chin. "Why don't you take a sip and show us?" He smiled and then stepped back. The crowd hushed. "Go ahead" he urged. Nervously, Samantha brought the shot glass to her nose and sniffed the rim. It seemed to meet her approval and she brought it to her lips, paused again, and looked over at Mr. Smith for reassurance. Mr. Smith smiled and gave her a little nod. She closed her eyes, quickly downed the bubbly drink, and then handed the glass back to her host.She licked her lips and stood there for a moment with a puzzled look on her face. Suddenly she doubled over, putting her hands on her belly. Her eyes shot wide open and she looked back up at the emcee with amazement. "Oh my!" she blurted out. "Something wrong?" asked Mr. Smith as he turned and gave an exaggerated wink to his guests."It tickles!" she squealed. The audience was intensely focused on her every move, as was Kaitlyn. Samantha then shrieked as a loud hiss rose. Her belly started to grow under her blouse and skirt, rounding out and pushing her hands away as if a beach ball was being inflated under them. She then straightened up with a gasp, arching her back and throwing her arms out to her sides. Her breasts, previously two vague bumps hidden under the oversize blouse, began to swell beneath. The tenting green fabric pulled at the restraining buttons down the front, revealing glimpses of a white brassiere playing peek-a-boo. It valiantly tried to contain her ballooning bazzooms. She reached up and grabbed them and they squeaked as they rubbed together.The wide belt around her waist quickly halted her belly's progress. With nowhere else to go, the magical gas filling her seemed to divert into her already curvaceous hips, flaring out her skirt. Its hem crept upward as the pleats were flattened out by her ballooning legs and you could see her straining underwear pressing into her pneumatic derrière. Shapely thighs squeaked as they swelled against each other, quickly taking up the remaining empty space in the skirt. Nylon stockings stretched as far as they could before beginning to rip down the seams. She began to look unsteady, slowly swaying side to side and waving her arms about."Oh, my!" she exclaimed. "I feel so light!" Her entire chest seemed to be filling up now. There was a muffled popping sound as her panties gave up the battle. A moment later, her brassiere followed. Its front clasp snapped apart and her swelling chest shook and ballooned out into the blouse's remaining volume.She had quickly gone from curvy, to zaftig, and now was a balloony parody of a woman with a bust so large there was no way she could ever put her arms around it. Wide, shiny thighs barely squeezed into her skirt. Her belt kept her waist in check, though, giving her an extreme hourglass figure. She stifled another shriek. Eyes panicking, she was teetering on the toes of one foot as the air around her desperately tried to push her upwards. "Wh-what's happening?" she cried.With another shriek, her other foot left the ground and she slowly began drifting upwards. The loud hissing began to diminish. Mr. Smith reached out to her and she grabbed his hand, halting her ascension. He pulled her down and then wrestled with her pneumatic body until he could get his arm around her waist. Her inflated bust incessantly pushed upward, each ballooning boob bobbling and squeaking off the other in buoyant rivalry as they waved about in Mr. Smith's face. She tried the best she could to anchor herself with an arm around his neck while her legs floated about weightlessly above the dais. The astonished guests looked on."Now, then" he inquired. "How do you feel?""Hollow...so full...like a balloon" came her stammering reply."That's because you are one.""It's true. Oh my god, it's really true!" "Yes it is" answered Mr. Smith. "And you know what helium balloons do, don't you, silly lady?"She could barely think. Then, her eye's shot wide open with full attention. "Don't you dare!" she squealed. "Don't you dare!"He smiled mischievously and then let go of her waist and pushed her away. Quite rapidly, she floated up over the crowd and toward the vaulted ceiling twenty-five feet above. She must have repeated the phrase "Oh my god!" half a dozen times before bumping into the angled ceiling and sliding upward to the exposed ridge joist, bouncing the whole way. All eyes followed her up. "Man, she really is an airhead" Kaitlyn muttered under her breath.Mr. Smith spoke again to the crowd, drawing their attention back to earth. "Well, that certainly looked fun! Any takers?"Partygoers rushed the table and Kaitlyn picked up the two trays with the shot glasses and passed them to eager hands. As the platters traveled around the room, people would take a glass and down the contents. You could chart where the trays had been by the trail of inflated men and women. The sounds of ripping fabric and popping buttons punctuated the loud hissing that filled the room. More shrieks and laughter followed as the inflated people began floating upwards. Several couples were kissing and groping each other as they rose, giggling with delight. The balloonified people bounced into each other as they rose, finally joining Samantha at the top. They laughed and talked excitedly with each other as they bounced around on the high ceiling.Mr. Smith again addressed the guests, pointing out another woman in the group. "You!" he cried at a brunette in a ribbed white cocktail dress. The woman shot back a look of "Who, me?"Mr. Smith smiled and playfully snapped his fingers at her. "Yes, you - front and center!" As the woman timidly approached, Mr. Smith picked out a bright, yellow helium balloon from the bunch that was fastened to the chair, untied it, and pinched its neck while pulling out the plastic stopper. The woman stepped up to the platform with a nervous smile. She was very slim and her plunging neckline barely hinted at any kind of cleavage. A golden necklace dangled over her flat décolletage. Mr. Smith handed her the large balloon. The woman trembled as she took possession of it."This is another fun one" he continued. "Just close your eyes, think of what you want, and inhale from it." The partiers momentarily forgot about their ballooned compatriots high above and now focused their attention back up to the front. The woman's eyes went wide and she placed a hand on her flat chest. "Will it..." she began to ask."Yes, of course they will - if that's what you want" came the answer before the question could be completed.The woman smiled broadly then closed her eyes and brought the balloon close. She gathered her thoughts for a moment and then breathed out before pressing the neck to her lips. She inhaled deeply. Almost immediately, her chest ballooned outward. Expanding breasts pressed into fabric that closely hugged the new bust line. Her free hand, spanning her chest, rode a swelling tide of cleavage. She had gone from flat to busty in mere seconds.Looking down at her new figure, she exclaimed "Oh my god!" in a high pitched voice. "My voice" she then squeaked, putting her hand over her mouth."Well, yes, it is helium" said Mr. Smith as he chuckled. There was still quite a bit of it left in the balloon."Bigger!" She closed here eyes and inhaled again, though much more deeply this time. Her chest swelled obligingly as her breasts blew up like a pair of balloons. They lightened up as they inflated, rising. Only the ribbed fabric of her dress checked their ascent. Her necklace dropped into the deep, soft cleavage. Once the balloon was spent, she looked down at her new bust and shook her shoulders back and forth. "Look at me!" she squealed. "Oh, we are!" one of the men in front insisted. Laughter erupted from the crowd.She laughed, too, and then threw her arms around Mr. Smith. Her bazzooms squeaked as they rubbed up against him and he put his arm around her shoulders, kissing her on the forehead. Her boobs were so big that he had to lean over to reach around her as he patted her on the back. "Go show them off" he instructed. He playfully slapped her on the rear as she bounced off the stage. She looked back at him and giggled.Mr. Smith again looked over at Kaitlyn and signaled her to start passing out the balloons. Soon, there were more people expanding in various ways. One woman had obviously gotten hold of several of the big balloons and blown herself into silly proportions. She had inhaled just enough helium to make her weightless and was being bounced around the room above everybody's heads.Samantha and some of the earlier inflatees began to slowly drift down from the vaulted ceiling. As the crowd enjoyed the spectacle, Mr. Smith stepped down and ducked into the kitchen, only to re-emerge with another couple of mixed drinks. He was a happy drunk, delicately stumbling as he walked. He did an impressive job of keeping his wits about him. "Here ya' go little lady" he said as he pressed one of the drinks into Kaitlyn's hand. She felt a tang of annoyance; that was the second time he had referred to her as "little". It might be a cute little regional idiom to him, but it grated on her. She held her tongue and accepted the drink anyway, albeit with a subtle eye roll. What the hell, it was free booze. Good booze. And he was giving her money. Shitloads of money. Besides, the guy was obviously drunk. She let it go.The crowd ebbed and flowed in laughter and conversation as guests continued to experiment. Mr. Smith busied himself by filling up more of the big balloons for his guests to enjoy. As the the crowd's attention focused toward the helium tank and balloons, a man, leading a woman by the hand, walked up to Kaitlyn as she leaned on the table while sipping her Cosmo. She put down the half empty glass, folded her arms, and regarded the man with a practiced indifference. He seemed a little bit shy, but the woman was bouncy and playful."Will you do a request for us?" he asked sheepishly.Although she had agreed to it, actually having someone openly ask this of her felt very odd. Her magic secret was a gift that she jealously protected (occasional drunken public demonstrations notwithstanding). She wasn't a bear riding a bicycle in a three-ring circus, dammit. Without breaking eye contact with the man, she picked up her drink, finished it, and set the glass back down. "Sure" she said flatly as she re-folded her arms. "What do you want?"The man hesitated and glanced at his companion. He couldn't look Kaitlyn in the eye. "We, uh... we..."Kaitlyn cocked her head to the side impatiently. It didn't help his nervousness. "We'd like... would... you turn us into parade balloons?" the man finally asked. Kaitlyn sighed in disdain. The woman giggled and then placed two fifty dollar bills into the tip jar.Kaitlyn perked up immediately as, miracle of miracles, her bad attitude magically vanished. "Uh, yeah. That sounds cool." She motioned for the two to move away from the table and over to a corner. The woman became even giddier than before. "Okay, clothes or no clothes?" Kaitlyn asked."Huh?" said the man."Clothes!" the woman blurted out."All right, then" Kaitlyn responded. "Stand apart." The two let go of each other's hand. The woman bounced up and down on her heels while the man looked back and forth nervously from her to Kaitlyn. The witch held her hands up to her shoulders and then quickly and gracefully lowered her forearms so that her palms faced up. Out of each hand flew a shiny ball of light that left a sparkling trail in the air. Before the man and woman could even flinch, the missiles exploded into them, covering the two in a shower of silent sparks. They gasped as the light faded, first staring at each other and then down at themselves."Oh my god!" the woman squealed as a sibilant hiss erupted from them. Their chests began surging outward, appearing as if both had suddenly taken a deep breath. The woman's breasts began inflating over her swelling torso. Her buttoned pastel blazer pressed them together, forming deep cleavage. She put her arms around them as if she could stop their progress but they continued unabated, forcing her elbows outward. The man looked like he had suddenly become a body builder as his chest and shoulders puffed up. The woman's expansion quickly spread to her belly and the Capri pants that hugged her hips and thighs. The man's belly also began to swell, stretching his knit sweater across his new girth. His legs ballooned out to fill his pleated khaki trousers. Not only were the two expanding outwards, but they also grew taller as the gas filling them stretched them out. At first, their clothes tightened over their inflating bodies, but then it seemed as though their evening attire began to stretch out with them. The hissing gained a hollow quality, lowering in tone as they ballooned.The sound drew the attention of a few of the other guests nearby, who walked over to the group. They smiled and laughed.The blimping couple's shoulders began to puff out, pulling their arms up and making it look like they were shrugging. Legs were forced apart as they blew upwards, at first looking like stuffed sausages and then rounding out. Their backs also began to inflate and before long their upper bodies had become more spherical. Arms and legs continued swelling larger and larger as they began merging into their torsos. Their crotches ballooned downwards towards the floor and their belts and pants stretched with rounding bodies. Kaitlyn folded her arms across her chest as they inflated, smiling as she admired her work.When they reached about ten feet in height, the pair stopped getting taller. The magical gas pushed out more forcefully into their bodies and the swelling forced each into a balloony spread-eagle. Even their heads puffed up a little and then their hands and fingers did as well. The woman's breasts were now gigantic in proportion to her expanding torso. The sole button on her jacket strained but stayed intact as the garment stretched to match her ballooning chest. Their heads began to sink into their expanding shoulders. Bellies rounded out like giant beach balls.More guests noticed the commotion and joined the audience.The woman began teetering on one leg and then left the ground, her buoyant body swinging horizontally into a prone position as it slowly gained altitude. "Wheee!" she squealed. The man followed in quick succession. He, too, was obviously excited but kept mute. They inflated a little larger until the hissing suddenly stopped. As they rose, the entire room looked up at them. Descending inflatees bounced off of them as the rose, appearing tiny in comparison. The pair looked at each other and laughed as their backs touched the high ceiling.Several more partiers came forward with requests and before long there were all manner of inflated and transformed people floating upwards. Meanwhile, Samantha the test inflatee had finally made it back down to the ground. Although still cartoonishly inflated, she was able to bounce along on her toes over to Mr. Smith. From above, one could see her fiery red hair cut a path through the chattering guests."Hey there, balloon girl? Didya have fun up there?" Mr. Smith asked as she approached."Yeah!" she shouted out above the party's cacophony, smiling broadly. "But I want to go back up.""Well, we're all out of balloons, sweet cheeks." he gestured at the empty bags on the table. "See? All gone.""Then give me the hose" she commanded. Mr. Smith complied. "Now, hold me down."He chuckled and put two fingers through one of the large belt loops on her skirt. Samantha brought the inflation nozzle up to her mouth, bit down, and then pressed the lever. Cold, high-pressure helium flowed into her. Already gigantic breasts surged back into her tight blouse, pushing out along Mr. Smith's forearm. One of the blouse's buttons popped off and flew in an arc at the helium tank, making a "tink!" sound before landing on the carpet. Her hips and thighs swelled into her skirt larger than ever and once again she was buoyant. Mr. Smith continued to hold her down as she blew up even bigger. Her ballooning figure pulled skyward with ever increasing force. The guests standing nearby smiled as they watched her progress.Samantha released the lever and pulled the hose out of her mouth. "Ha-ha!" she laughed with a squeaky helium voice. She dropped the hose and began exploring her rejuvenated curves as Mr. Smith held her down by the belt loop. Her skin squeaked under the stretched fabric. "Okay, let me go!" she squeaked.Samantha rose quickly. Mr. Smith held onto the ballooning woman's belt loop as his arm was pulled upwards like a tether. Her arms and legs floated upwards, too, making her look like she was skydiving. Long, curly red locks cascaded down over puffy shoulders, framing the milky cleavage of her bulbous mammaries. Her inflated breasts seemed to repel gravity, rolling to and fro across her rounded chest as they relentlessly pushed it skyward. Her waist, constrained by the belt around it, flared out into cartoonishly ample hips and thighs. She closed her eyes and raised her chin. Mr. Smith yanked her down a couple of inches and then let go. She shot up like a rocket, bumping into several of her fellow inflated guests before her head met the angled ceiling once again. "OOF!" she exclaimed as she rebounded off of it and continued a slide to the top. Once again at the pinnacle, she laughed with delight and chatted excitedly with the other ballooned people. The whole group bounced off of one another as their effervescent bodies competed for space.Mr. Smith heard another loud hissing and looked down from the ceiling to see another woman inhaling deeply from the nozzle. As her fulsome figure expanded into her loose red cocktail dress, her eyes went wide and her feet left the floor. Mr. Smith grabbed her by the waist and held her down as she, too, blew herself up like Samantha had done. The partiers gathered around cheered her on as she ballooned. As soon as the woman dropped the hose, someone else took it and began inflating themselves. Mr. Smith let the woman go and grabbed the next inflatee. It would be a while before he was done launching balloons. Across the room, three women approached the young witch from out of the lively crowd. Dressed in business attire, it looked like they had come to the party directly from some office job. Tipsy and giggling, two of them were playfully shoving the third one towards Kaitlyn. The woman being pushed along in front put up token resistance as she laughed, stumbling on long legs and high-heeled pumps. Her inebriation couldn't fully mask her nervousness. The trio came to a halt in front of Kaitlyn, who stood firm with folded arms, a raised eyebrow, and a smirk on her lips. "What do you bimbos want?" she asked rather impolitely. The trio giggled. It appeared that at some point, the woman in front had unbuttoned her purple satin blouse down to the waistband of her skirt. She self-consciously gripped the material in her fists so as to close the gap and not expose herself. The fabric was stretched tightly across her bust by her clenched fists and it was obvious that she was enormously well endowed. From the way the woman's breasts bounced and drooped behind their cover, Kaitlyn surmised that she had undone the clasp on her bra as well."Go on - tell her!" one of the women behind her urged."No! I can't!" said the tall, chesty one. Her face was flushing red with embarrassment as she looked down on Kaitlyn.The third woman then poked her head around from behind, produced a large denomination bill, and placed it in the tip jar. "She... she said she wants weather balloons!" With a giggle, the snitch grabbed one of Chesty's pendulous breasts from behind. "No! No! NO!" protested Chesty, laughing. "I did not!" She slapped away the naughty hand, letting go of the lower part of her blouse in the process. It parted, exposing some of her generous cleavage."Yes! Yes! Yes!" chimed in the other, bossy friend while pantomiming in front of the bouncing chest as if it were growing. "You said it! I heard you!"Nearby partygoers closed in on the group with voyeuristic enthusiasm. Kaitlyn's smirk changed to a smile and she stood up straight while unfolding her arms. She looked down at Chesty's jiggling torso and then back up. Her hands began to glow and she brought one up in front of her. The sight was intimidating and as the three women stepped back, Chesty suddenly pushed away from her kidnappers. "Them, too!" she protested, laughing nervously as she pointed back at them. "What?? No!!" the two other women squealed. Chesty turned back to Kaitlyn and vigorously shook her head in the affirmative. "Yes! YES!!" she insisted.Kaitlyn smiled more broadly and brought her glowing hand to her mouth, palm side up. A brightly colored, sparkling cloud formed above it and she pursed her lips and exhaled into it as if blowing a kiss. The rainbow cloud flew out like dust, settling about Chesty's enormous wobbling breasts before sinking in. Kaitlyn then brought her other hand up, also with a sparkly cloud, and blew towards the two other women's chests. Their eyes followed the magic zephyr as it drifted toward them, gasping when it spilled into their chests. A loud hiss quickly rose from the trio. Chesty looked down, mouth agape as her breasts started ballooning out through the opening in her blouse. She tried to grab the loosened fabric with her free hand but it was too late. Her pneumatic boobs were rapidly widening the gap, pushing up and out as the fabric she gripped in her other hand began to unfurl.Chesty's two friends looked at each other in amazement as their torsos billowed outward. "Oh my god!" they cried in unison. Their foundation garments strained as ballooning flesh swelled beneath. With two muffled 'pops', the clasps of the their bras let go. Shrieking in surprise, their bosoms surged outward, momentarily jiggling free before inflating and filling fabric of their blouses. The crowd surrounding them stepped back.Chesty's cleavage continued to squeeze out between the widening gap in her blouse, her pneumatic boobs swelling like hot air balloons being readied for launch. One side of the slippery fabric pulled away from her fist and she caught it with her other hand, briefly stalling the inevitable wardrobe malfunction. Her lofting balloons swelled rapidly, pushing aside her hands until they began to roll out from behind the satin curtains. They soon popped free, buoyantly swelling faster and faster as they bobbled up and down in front of her face. Meanwhile, her two friends squealed in protest as they tried to suppress their own ballooning chests with their hands. The outward push was relentless and their blouses valiantly resisted the inevitable. The snitchy one was the first to lose a button and it flew out over the ducking crowd with a "pop". In rapid succession, their garments rendered themselves, pneumatic cleavage busting out as the buttoned fronts opened up like they were zippered. "No!" cried Bossy. "I just bought his top!" Lacey foundation garments were now the only thing keeping their breasts from escaping. The swelling accelerated. Above the under wire cups, their boobs inflated as their bras began to slip down. Areolas crept up as they slowly peeked out over the tops, dragging nipples that briefly caught on the edge of the cups before popping free. In mere moments, their boobs were also bobbling up into their faces as they inflated and lifted towards the ceiling. Soon, they were unable to corral their bouncing chests with their hands."I'm getting lighter!" shrieked Chesty as her gaseous boobs' inflation accellerated. They swelled upwards and outwards against her belly and she no longer see over their curves. Their growing buoyancy tugged upward, arching her back as they swayed back and forth together. The same was true for Snitchy and Bossy as they, too, began to get light on their feet. The gawking spectators gathered around had to retreat to make room for the ballooning trio. Moment by moment, Chesty found herself going up on the tips of her toes as her body lightened. Intense butterflies fluttered in her stomach as her breasts swelled, the hollow sound of the magical helium as loud as ever. She shrieked again as her feet left the ground, uselessly kicking her legs as weather balloon sized boobs lifted her. Her two friends quickly joined her a few moments later, protesting their situation rather unconvincingly as they drifted up.The crowd stared in amazement as the three women rose up to the pinnacle of the high ceiling above, joining the other creatively inflated partiers. Without missing a beat, a pleading cry rose as many more women rushed up to Kaitlyn with money in their hands. "Me too! Me too!" they drunkenly shouted. Once again, Kaitlyn was astounded at the money being, quite literally, thrown at her. A minute later, another half dozen women (and even one guy) were rising off the ground, weather balloon sized breasts pulling them up to join the first three women.Maybe it was the alcohol, but after a while Kaitlyn actually started to enjoy herself. The festivities wore on late into the night as mercurial drunks floated about in the cavernous room. But, like all parties, the number of guests slowly dwindled until all that was left was an empty house. Catering tables overflowed with opened bottles of wine and spirits. Picked-over trays of food filled the space in between. Party favors were scattered about all over as if a ticker tape parade had just marched through the house. Here and there, the occasional torn article of clothing or dainty undergarment lay on the floor. Mr. Smith and Kaitlyn stood at the swinging door to the kitchen, each enjoying another drink as they laughed together and recounted the more memorable points of the evening.Things had most definitely gone well for Kaitlyn and she was in a good mood. The glass vase was stuffed with money and someone had even dropped a pair of giant diamond earrings in it. "You want sum' help cleaning up?" Kaitlyn offered, the alcohol slurring her words. "Nah, I've got folks to help me out." Mr. Smith took a sip from his highball glass and stared at her. "Can I ask you a personal question?""Yeah, whatevah." The witch rolled her eyes and took a sip of her drink."How come you're so small?"Kaitlyn laughed incredulously, coughing as the beverage went down the wrong pipe. "What??""No, really" he continued. "You've got this wonderful gift. You could shape yourself any way you wanted but you go around town like you're a delegate from the Itty Bitty Titty Committee." She stared up at Mr. Smith, mouth agape. This line of questioning was a little more personal than she had expected and she did not like it. Nope, she didn't like it one bit."I mean, you got a nice butt, and all, but what's up with the no-boobs thing?"In an instant, Kaitlyn's demeanor switched from jovial to offended and she looked up at her benefactor from under a furrowed brow. "You mean like this?" Immediately, her green tube top swelled outward as if two of the large party balloons were blowing up beneath."Yeah! Just like that!" He smiled as he stared down at Kaitlyn's new balloony cleavage bouncing over her bare midriff. "It looks good on you.""Tell you what" she snapped. "If you like big boobs so much, why don't you give 'em try?" She lifted her hand and casually tossed a sparkly cloud at his chest. Drink in hand, Mr. Smith looked down as it hit his sweater and sank in. Nothing happened. He looked up and stared Kaitlyn the eye, smirked, and then took another sip from his glass. Kaitlyn was shocked. Her magic had never failed her. Quickly, she gathered her wits and then thrust her free hand out. Intending to blow him up like a blimp, she let fly a bolt of green lightning from out of her index finger. Mr. Smith didn't flinch as he absorbed the blow.Again, nothing happened.Kaitlyn held her hand up, looked at it, and then shook it as if to trying to unjam it. "What the fuck?""Now, why'd you go and do that?" Asked Mr. Smith, smirking. He took another sip from his drink and then calmly pulled a small black box from out of his pocket and pointed it at her. There were many buttons on it, making it resemble a television remote control. He pressed one of them and several lights on it blinked.Kaitlyn gasped as an invisible force seemed to envelop her. "Besides, I'm way ahead of you." Her back went stiff as her arms straightened downward at her sides, making her drop her glass. Her bouncing balloon tits jutted out proudly in her tube top. The room seemed to swirl and she felt a warm dizziness. Then, everything around her seemed to be getting taller, including Mr. Smith and with a shock she realized she was shrinking. Her legs and feet were pressed together as were her arms to her sides. She couldn't move. In moments, she was only three feet tall, staring at the man's legs. A loud hiss rose from inside her belly as her entire upper body swelled with gas. Her arms seemed to melt into her sides and her legs melded together. Her chest and shoulders then began to expand, rounding out as her back also surged. She could feel her head and neck inflate before starting to merge with her chest. From her feet upwards, she began to resemble an upside down teardrop and with a panic, Kaitlyn realized she was being turned into a party balloon. The more she struggled to try to use her magic power, the greater the invisible force seemed to grip her. She began to feel light and airy. Arms, legs, and head had merged into one shiny, squeaky surface. Her clothing and features were mere lines on a shiny rubber surface that inflated rounder and rounder. Her feet transformed into an inflation valve and she began to float up.Mr. Smith grabbed the balloon woman by her feet-turned-valve as she floated past and turned her around so she could see him. Kaitlyn was now a little over three feet around. Livid, she glared at him, unable to yell. He poked her on the nose and her balloon body bounced back forth. "Think of it like Rock-Paper-Scissors" he continued. "Science always beats magic."He pulled pulled her over to a table, tied a piece of the pre-cut string around her valve feet, and then to the back of a chair. "I'll be right back" he said with a smile as he stumbled off to the kitchen. Mr. Smith returned a few minutes later with Kaitlyn's purse and blazer as well as woman that hadn't been at the party. As she bobbled around, Kaitlyn could only get a few glimpses of her. She was tall, shapely, and dressed very professionally. Mr. Smith addressed her in a suddenly sober voice as he handed the woman the tip jar, purse, and jacket."Please make sure the little lady makes it home safely, willya hun?" he instructed."Yes, Mr. Smith" the woman replied.He then untied the angry Kaitlyn balloon and spoke to her. "Oh, get over it. You'll be fine in the morning." He handed the string to the assistant. "If we're going to work together, Witchy-poo, you'll need to lose the attitude."

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As Shannon nervously stood before her, clad in a bathrobe, Margaret didn't know what to think. True, she had been acting strange recently, but it wasn't anything too out of the ordinary. On the contrary; considering how much her mood had improved and how often she was going out, Margaret could only assume that she had acquired one hell of a social life. Inviting her into her room like this, though, was simply awkward. "Shannon, what's going on?""I just wanted to..." She bowed her head for a few seconds before looking at Margaret again. "I just wanted to say goodbye.""'Goodbye?' Are you dropping out of college?"She nodded slowly. "A lot has happened to me these past few weeks, and I've done a lot of thinking about what I really want. Advertising isn't a part of it, not anymore.""But what are you going to do? Change majors? You can't get a good job these days without a degree, you realize.""I know." Shannon fell silent again for a few seconds. "Margaret, what do you want?""I want to graduate, get a job-"She shook her head. "No, I mean... what do you want more than that? Even if you can't make a living off of it, even if it's impossible... and what would you do if you could make it a reality?""That..." Margaret sighed. "I don't understand."Shannon nodded to herself before spreading her arms and letting the robe fall from her shoulders, revealing a purple latex two-piece and stockings. As Margaret looked on in confusion, a shiny red spot began to form on Shannon's abdomen, forming a band that quickly spread up and down across her body. As it reached her neck she closed her eyes, her hair and lips turning deep purple as the color rose up her cheeks and head. She opened her eyes - now a brilliant purple - and gestured to herself. "Maybe this will explain it."Margaret took a step back and stared, aghast. "...wh... what -are- you?""I'm... I'm my desires. I don't know how it happened, but deep down, this is what I really wanted.""No," she replied, shaking her head. "No, you're- look at yourself! You're not -you!- Whatever did this to you is messing with your head!""Margaret, I'm still the same person I always was. Just... different." Sighing, she gestured to her desk. "If you still don't believe that this is something I truly wanted, check my computer. You should find some... files and links that prove it."As Margaret looked at the computer Shannon walked onto the balcony, turning and leaning back against the railing. "I just wanted to give you a heads-up before I left. We haven't known each other that long but you've been really nice to me. If I'm in the area again I might drop by some time." She gave her a wan smile. "Well." She leaned back, tipping over the railing. "See you.""Wait!" Margaret sprinted forward as Shannon dropped out of sight. She reached the railing just as a huge red and purple balloon float up past her, drifting off into the midnight sky.

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8

Mel had no idea what was going to happen to her when she bought the old spell book at the used book store down her street. She was just barely an adult, but she still had the fantasies of a child when it came to magic. When she was younger, she had tried to run away and join the fairies in the forest. She wanted to live with them; to be one of them. Heartbreak had ensued when her parents convinced her that fairies weren't real. When she was sixteen, she joined an online club, True Witches Online, or TWO, and her life hadn't been the same since. Now, her obsession with magic and her impulsiveness had gotten the best of her when she found the dusty old spell book. There was no way that it would work. Even Mel knew that. But there was something exciting about trying out a spell in front of the mirror, and hoping that something would happen. So there she was, standing in front of her mirror in her small, cozy bathroom, candles lit in lieu of the overhead lights and spell book extended in front of her. She was wearing the usual: a sweatshirt above a snug blouse and skinny jeans. Her black hair was pulled tightly into a bun, and she displayed a wicked smile on her face. Hmm, she thought to herself, flipping through the pages. The world around her seemed to spark with excitement, and her chest tingled at the mere thought of one of the spells working. None of them required any materials, other than the candles and herself, so she had opted to wait until the last minute before picking a spell. Which one of these should I do? There was a spell that claimed it could make her see in the dark. Another one boasted of turning the candle wax in front of her into water. None of these seemed to interest Mel. So she kept flipping, her excitement gradually building. Her finger landed on a page, and before even reading the words, something intrigued her about this particular spell. Trance Spell. Be able to face a hidden fear of yours without worry. Mel shivered, a cold shock snaking its way down her spine. She had countless fears, from facing her boss at work to public speaking. This was it. This was the spell she would try. She shut her eyes and prepared herself. It won't work. They never do, she thought. But still. There was something enticing about trying a new spell. Something exciting. She couldn't pinpoint what it was. Finally, when she felt ready, Mel glanced down at the page and read the words once over in her head. Most were in latin. Then, she began to recite them clearly, her dark eyes dancing back and forth across the page. "Metus, Metum, Timor. Procul, emendatus, recreated. Metus, Metum, Timor." Her shoulders relaxed as she repeated the words three times, as instructed, eventually moving onto the second line. The tingling in her skin eased, and the air around her began to feel still, rather than electrified. Her entire body seemed to relax, sinking into an ocean of calm. Warmth spread through and around her. She closed her eyes as she finished the spell. Immediately, she was in another world. The sea swirled around her, as far as the eye could see, and she was in a raft. There was an object in the water next to her, small and a bright pink. She picked it up, only to realize that it was a balloon. Of course. Her deep and hidden fear. It was irrational, but she was always afraid of balloons, of the sound they made when they popped. How they swelled so tightly, their skin translucent on the verge of explosion. The anticipation for when they burst open was enough to induce fear, but there was something else about the balloons themselves that made her uneasy. Their tightness. The way they squeaked under tension. How their rubber skin shuddered when they glided across her hands. When Mel saw the balloon, she dwelled upon this phobia of hers for a moment, but then it seemed to vanish into thin air. Instead, she felt curiosity as she picked up the balloon. Slowly, fearlessly, she pressed her lips to the salty rim, and began to blow. She didn't stop. It groaned and squeaked in between her hands, blossoming out into a full, round shape. And then, she let go, and the air whistled out, flying away and back into the sea. That's where Mel's vision ended. She opened her eyes again, ever so slowly, and was back in her bathroom again. But something was off about her. Her head was fuzzy, a feeling of wooziness circulating through her, and the air around her seemed warm. She was fearless. She was calm. The air was almost electric for a moment. Her skin tingled, and the candles shone brighter than ever. A warm pressure began to form in her gut, and she instinctively pressed her hand down on her midsection. The pressure grew slightly with every passing moment. Mel took off her sweatshirt, revealing her taught button-up blouse underneath. She gasped as her belly began to swell, her skin still tingling. Her midsection began to fill out into her shirt, stretching it tightly. Steadily, her breasts and butt began to push out. She turned around in the mirror and noted how she'd grown at least two pants sizes, as her jeans were working hard to compress her growing calves. The pressure kept growing. Her stomach rumbled and gurgled loudly, as if protesting the new gain of weight. Mel's belt dug into her waist sharply, and she fumbled to get it undone. Where she would have felt panicked before, now, she just felt ecstatic. She giggled in pleasure as she removed her belt and her belly bulged out, pushing up her blouse. Around her breasts, which were now slightly larger than grapefruits, the buttons ripped apart. Again, her tummy rumbled in complaint, this time louder. The pressure on Mel's thighs was becoming a nuisance due to her ever-so-tight jeans. Quickly, she unzipped them, finding it more and more difficult to lean down. Her stomach bulged, more buttons popping, as her skin grew more and more taught. Like a balloon. It had already pushed out about ten centimetres, and showed no sign of stopping. Mel pulled down her pants to her ankles, and as the final button on her shirt snapped free, she felt unrestricted. Her body gave a loud, final groan of protest, and while gasping in pleasure, Mel put her hands down to her belly. Flesh pressed into her hand as it bulged out, and as she pushed her hands into it, a tight, steady pressure pulsed across her skin. Her thighs blossomed out, pushing away from each other and forcing her legs apart. She was becoming a balloon. She giggled uncontrollably and let the pressure consume her. The pressure building inside her, and the and feeling of her tight skin being pushed apart– it was better than anything she'd ever felt before. Mel's body, which was beginning to resemble a sphere, began to sink down nearer the ground as her legs were forced apart. Her breasts had quadrupled, no– quintupled in size since she'd started growing, and they were almost indistinguishable from her fleshy belly at this point. Mel started to laugh. It felt so good, she felt so good– but it quickly turned to something else. Her pleasure started to ebb ever so slightly, but not completely. Instead, worry and panic began to settle in. The spell was wearing off. Underneath the palms of her hands, Mel's skin felt tight and rubbery– just like a balloon. The pressure inside of her was so great that she felt as though she could burst any moment, even though she was far from being full. It was almost like the was becoming a balloon. As her body continuously expanded underneath her, now at least five and a half feet in diameter, she tried to shuffle to the door. The walls seemed to close around her. Now, she realized that if she kept expanding, she would push into the counter and the wall, which would cause her to pop. Her gut was already pressing into the counter, and she was only a few centimetres from pushing into the wall. The very idea of popping made her ridden with fear and panic, even with the underlying delight. Her legs had been pushed so far apart that it was no longer possible for her to walk with them, but for now, she could still use them to propel her along the floor. The pressurized fluid in her stomach grunted again, and this time, her whole body shuddered. She was growing more and more massive. Even her stretchy underwear couldn't hold on. They tore off with a snap. There was no possible way she could fit through her door. Her moaning, trembling sphere of a body couldn't handle it. But she had to try. Mel gave out a cry and used her arms to grip the doorway. Giving a cry, she pushed herself as hard as she could at the doorway, pushing her leg against the counter behind her. The pressure was unreal. For a glorious moment, she forgot about her worry. She felt like she had before, only better. Her skin was alive, electric with pleasure, and the stress on her gut made her gasp and tremble with sheer surprise. She didn't even make it halfway through the door before her body squealed under the tension and pushed her backwards, back into the bathroom. Her body gave a satisfying shudder. Mel moaned and rubbed what skin that she could, both fearing and relishing its tightness. Her arms and legs were beginning to be sucked into the ball that was her body. She couldn't hold on much longer. Her breasts pushed into the sharp counter, and her butt into the wall. Slowly, her body, now seven or eight feet in diameter, stopped growing. It creaked and groaned and gurgled– an unhappy symphony of sounds, but Mel didn't exactly feel awful. Sure, her mind and heart were still racing under the worry of popping like a balloon, but now, the pleasure outmeasured the stress. At first, the fluid that she was filled with had felt like water, but now she wasn't so sure. It was so pressurized inside her– the pressure had grown so much– that it felt more like air. The thought of her filled with air didn't scare her as much as it had before. She was a balloon, but it was sensory. Pleasurable. In a moment of awe, as her still body grumbled beneath her, Mel realized that the spell had almost worked. The thought of balloons themselves didn't quite worry her so much now that she was one. She only worried about meeting the same demise that they always did. Looking down, Mel noticed that in front of her, there was her spell book, still open on the page of the Trance Spell. She skimmed over the words. A squeak was released from her stomach, much like a squeak that could be heard from a balloon, and she grunted. Again, she read the page, frowning at its words. At the bottom, a few words scrawled in ink filled her with dread, but also an exciting anticipation as to what would happen next. The worst, or best, had not yet come. She squeezed her eyes shut. There was only one way out of the situation, and it wouldn't be pretty. "Metus, Metum, Timor..." she began, not willing to waste a moment. And that was to pop.

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floating, helium

Female Inflation

Breast Inflation, Hourglass Inflation

None

4

4

Claire sighed as she finished her latest painting, setting her brush down and rubbing her eyes. Her mind was in distress, the fear of not making the payment on this month's rent stressing the poor girl out beyond belief. Her paintings and photography usually made enough money for the basic needs, but this month her sales had been particularly slow. Claire got up from her stool, hastily putting on her coat and walking outside, a walk she hoped would reduce her stress a bit. It was drizzling in London this evening, Claire rather liking the light rain and dreary atmosphere. After walking down several blocks, she decided to enter one of the cities many department stores. She was greeted by a sight that was most unwelcome, a crowd of reporters were surrounding someone, Claire barging her way through the crowd to look. There stood Sarah Macbeth, Britain's premiere model, basking in the torrent of flashes from the cameras. Sarah had the type of body that would drop jaws and pitch tents at the same time, not a man in the world could refrain from staring if she was present, and she annoyed Claire a great deal. You couldn't walk but fifty feet in London without seeing a billboard, or poster with the woman on it. Today was a momentous day for Ms. Macbeth, as she was launching a line of scanty...and ridiculously expensive clothing. "Yes, it's true ladies and gentlemen. The Macbeth line of fashion will go on sale today, and unlike Shakespeare's play, this act won't go stale and boring!" Sarah announced to the reporters, Claire's eyes narrowing. She LOVED Shakespeare, and that comment was the last straw. After the reporters had cleared out for the most part, Claire approached Ms. Macbeth, acting like a die hard fan. "Oh, Ms. Macbeth!" She called to her, Sarah brushing hair out of her face and approaching her. "Oh, you must be a fan! What do you want me to sign?" She asked, Claire's eye twitching a little. " I was wondering if you'd be interested in a photo shoot to promote your new clothing line. It'd be free, and I'd provide all of the equipment!" She asked, trying very hard to sound excited, Sarah thinking for a moment. She turned to talk to her agent, the man nodding after a minute or so, definitely not passing up free advertisement. "Absolutely! When will we start?" Ms. Macbeth asked, Claire hiding a sly smile. "We could use the Jubilee Gardens on the morrow before it opens. The row of trees right before the London Eye would make a lovely backdrop, wouldn't you agree?" Claire suggested, Sarah nodding. "That would be perfect! Around...6 a.m.?" The model asked, Claire agreeing. "That would be perfect...I do ask one favor however. Please come alone, I have a little hobby where after a shoot, I paint a portrait of the individual as a memento...I have difficulty painting if people are looking..." She kicks her foot shyly, looking away, Sarah just eating it up. "Oh, that's no problem at all...I could use a break from all of this attention!" She said, Claire smiling as they said their goodbyes, an idea already playing out in her head. Claire jogged back to her apartment, calling her best friend Jennifer with an odd request. "So...why exactly do you want me to let you borrow a helium cannister again..." Jennifer asked as she dropped off the requested item at Claire's house. "Oh, I'm gonna try selling balloons to make sure I make the rent this month." Claire replied after a minute of thought, Jennifer shrugging and departing with a wave. "Just one balloon..." Claire spoke aloud after she shut the door, that sly grin appearing on her face again. "She's so full of herself...let's just see if I can make her body match her ego...". She thought as she slipped into her pajama's, turning in for the night. The morning couldn't have come any faster, Claire almost leaping out of bed in excitement. She dressed in her best jeans and a tank top, loading her larger camera into her mini, as well as an easel and her paints, and of course, the helium tank. She drove to the gardens in question, Sarah there early...much to Claire's surprise. "Just in time Ms. Claire...can we get started? I have to make an appearance in two hours..." She taps her foot, Claire apologizing profusely, again acting the part as best as she can. She unloads everything, Sarah wearing a lovely black dress, her brown hair layed neatly and carefully down to her back. "Okay, we'll get the digitals out of the way first..." Claire instructs, Sarah going through a variety of poses, photo after photo being taken...some of the poses down right erotic. "Now...Ms. Macbeth...have you ever augmented your body before?" Claire asks, Sarah looking offended. "No, these are real! How dare you assume..." She's cut off. "I mean, I have a method of temporarily...increasing your size. It'll attract more eyes and sell more clothes...I assure you..." Claire adds, Sarah nervously laughing off her previous outburst. Claire drags out the helium tank, Sarah tilting her head puzzled. "Helium? Like what the blow balloons up with?" She asks, Claire nodding and explaining what will happen. "You'll hold the hose in your mouth for a bit while the gas fills you out nicely...I'll naturally escape your body after a few minutes, don't worry....." Claire grins wickedly, her back turned as she reaches for the hose and hands it to her. Sarah nervously takes it. "Are you sure this is safe?" She asks, Claire reassuring her, the arrogant model sticking the nozzle into her mouth. Claire unhesitatingly turns the valve on slowly, Sarah's cheeks puffing up cutely as the gas begins to rush into her. "You'll feel a little light headed...but don't worry...." Claire spoke to her, Sarah's breasts miraculously starting to expand as the helium filled them, the top of her dress being tested as her tits actually making stretching noises. Claire watched, not believing her plan was working, Sarah closing her eyes as she groaned, her belly bulging slightly against the dress, as if rapidly going through the various levels of pregnancy. Before long, the model's body began to puff up all over, Claire increasing the flow of the gas, stifling a snicker as she witnessed her victims buttocks begin to fill out. Sarah was too lightheaded to realize what exactly was going on, Claire jogging forward as Ms. Macbeth became buoyant, starting to float up. She quickly drove a stake into the ground while holding the model down, tying fifty feet of rope to her ankle and than the other end to the stake. By now, Sarah's figure was that of a ridiculous hour glass, the dress remarkably putting up a good fight. Claire had set up her easel, pulling the nozzle from the woman and letting her float up til the tether went tight. "Now, hold still Ms. Macbeth!" She said, Sarah glancing around nervously, retaining some mobility in her limbs. "I'm a balloon! This is unbelievable!" She squeaked out, her voice high pitched from the gas. Claire ignored her, painting a lovely portrait of her while the poor model swayed in the gentle breeze. After about an hour, she had finished and looked up at Sarah. "Can I come down now?" Sarah called down, Claire slowly pulling her down. "Sure..." She said, one hand reeling her in...the other reaching into her pocket and revealing two corks. Sarah was caught by complete surprise as Claire popped one into her mouth, her free hand disappearing, and after much effort in squeezing between Sarah's bloated ass cheeks, shoved one into her butt. Claire now stared Sarah in the eyes, the model utterly confused. "You're the type of girl that always made fun of me when I was in school...the kind that made fun of anybody that wasn't perfect in your eyes...I'm gonna act on their behalf, starting with you..." she said as she released Sarah again, waiting til she was about to make the line rigid again, pulling out a knife and slicing the rope at it's base. Sarah fell victim to gravity now, the lighter-than-air gas making her float away into the morning sky, before the sleeping city had even awoken. Claire quickly loaded her gear back into her car, and drove home. "...That was actually fun...I need to do it more often..." she thought, returning home and cleaning the helium tank of evidence, humming a little tune after a job well done... EPILOGUE After weeks of searching, the London Police gave up their search for Sarah Macbeth. Claire had sold the painting of the ballooned Sarah, which brought her under scrutiny...for about a day before the police dismissed the possibility of Sarah having been inflated as pure poppycock, the sale ensuring that Claire made the month's rent...

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Female Inflation

Full Body Inflation

Implied

4

9

"What do you think of Kelly Small?" Dave asked Andrew as they sat in the cafeteria. "Don't you mean Kelly BIG?" Andrew asked back, using the plump girl's nickname. "I don't think about her at all. She's kinda chubby, don'tcha think?" Dave stared out into space. "She is plump," he said. "But I don't think it's fat." Andrew gave him a funny look. "What are talking about?" "I don't think it's fat," he repeated. "If you look at her closely, there's no folds of fat on her, just smooth skin. And when she walks, she doesn't seem to be slowed down by her weight. It's almost like she's big, but not fat." "What are you getting at?" Dave finally looked at him. "I think she's just partially inflated." Andrew started laughing--until he saw Dave was serious. "Are you telling me you think she's that big because she's filled with air?!" "That's exactly what I'm saying," Dave pressed on. "I have a theory: I think she's a walking, talking inflatable doll; and that if you just poked her, she'd blimp up even more." "Dude, you're sick." "True," Dave admitted. "But I can't stop thinking about it. I keep imagining her blowing up like a balloon, just getting bigger and bigger. It's so beautiful. She may look chubby now, as a heavyset person; but as a balloon, I bet she'd be gorgeous." Andrew shook his head in disbelief. "If that's your theory, why don't you test it? Why don't you give her a poke?" Dave shrugged. "I'm a coward." With a bemused chuckle, Andrew made his way to fifth period. But the seed had been planted. Kelly Small was in Andrew's biology class, and he found himself staring at her. He decided that, yes, if she lost a few pounds, the young blonde might be mildly attractive. But she was just so big... He kept staring at her. As the class progressed, he noticed that, yes, there was a sort of "lightness" about her, as if her movement wasn't hindered by excess pounds. Her skin was smooth, with no visible signs of fat. Just a kind of pleasant roundness to her features. Andrew would continue to stare at her every day for the next week. And then he would think about her when he was at home. Constantly. He found that he would get physically aroused by thinking about her... but how was that possible? He was never interested in fat chicks before. Unless... she wasn't fat. She was just partially inflated. He shook the thought from his head--but it didn't leave for long. He thought of her just as she was... and then he thought of how she would look if she were bigger. And bigger still. Then he thought of how she would look if he could actually SEE her get bigger. And finally, he imagined her as a balloon. He thought of little else for the next few days, until it drove him insane. He caught Kelly at her locker after school, long after the hallways were emptied. Kelly had no friends to speak of, so it was little surprise to see her alone. Andrew approached her. "I think Dave was right about you." She gave him an annoyed look. "What are you talking about? And why do you keep staring at me in class?" "Dave has this theory," Andrew continued. "He thinks you're not fat, just partially inflated." "Oh, that is so funny," she sneered bitterly and turned to leave. But Andrew blocked her path, and she stopped suddenly, as if afraid to touch him. "He also thinks," Andrew went on, "that if I poked you, you'd just bloat up like a blimp." "Get away from me," she told him, and she tried to step away. But then Andrew poked her. "Don't!" Kelly cried, but it was too late. There was a soft hissing sound, and her entire body filled up noticeably bigger: her stomach; arms and legs; her hips and thighs; her breasts and her ass--all swelled up like a tire on a pump. "Oh my god," murmured Andrew. "It's true." "Please don't do that!" Kelly urged him. "I have to avoid bumping into people, or I just bloat up like this. And I don't want to get any bigger!" Andrew's eyes lit up. "How... how big can you get...?" Kelly looked terrified. She backed away from him, about to bolt away. But Andrew poked her again. "No!" she yelled, but her body began to hiss and bloat up all over. Her jeans, already tightly packaged, groaned as they filled out farther, stitches snapping as it lost the battle to contain her expanding butt. Her sweater fared little better, as her swelling stomach and breasts stretched it out across her ballooning figure. Andrew heard the strap on her bra break apart, and her breasts made a sudden lunge forward. Then the hissing slowed down, and Kelly's expansion gradually slowed and stopped. She stood there, her clothes torn but still holding, a bloated version of herself. "So beautiful," Andrew whispered in awe. Her body, though swollen, did not have the characteristics of an overweight person: no cellulite, no stretch marks, no creases of fat. He felt her spherical stomach to admire the smoothness of her body. She clearly wasn't a fat woman. She was just a balloon. And all he had to do to make her bigger was... "Please! Stop!" Kelly shouted as he approached her again. "No," he said simply, and he poked her belly once more. The hissing began again. Kelly let out a wail as he her body blimped out farther and farther, her sweater and pants giving up and the fight and bursting apart. All that remained on her was her panties, riding deeply up her inflating behind. But it was not as if there was much more to see: Her girlish features were gone, replaced with just a round, ball-like body that kept growing bigger. Bigger. Bigger. Her arms and legs were virtually gone, with just plump hands and feet sticking out her globular figure. The hissing gradually slowed again and stopped, leaving Andrew to admire his handiwork. "Please!" Kelly repeated. "Look at me! I'm so big and full I don't even look human anymore! Please don't make me any bigger!" "But you're so beautiful," Andrew assured her. "I've never seen anything so beautiful in all my life! You're the biggest, fullest, most beautiful balloon ever! I--I've just got to make you bigger!" "Help!" Kelly cried out, but none was forthcoming. He poked her again. "Noooo! I don't want to get bigger!" But her cries had to be shouted over the hissing sound that accompanied her increased expansion. Her body grew bigger, so much bigger, as she helplessly inflated. Andrew stood entranced as she filled up the hallway, her body now so puffed up that no one could get around her. Her head got closer and closer to the ceiling as the inflation pushed it higher and higher into the air. Her skin pulled tighter and tighter as it grew more and more transparent. She grew and grew and grew until once again she slowed to a stop. "I'm begging you!" she called out to him. "I'm so blown up, I feel like I'm about to pop! I don't want to explode! Please! If I get any bigger, I just know I'm gonna BURST!" Andrew ran his hand over her tight, round body, admiring its smoothness, relishing the squeaks her body gave as it fought to keep the air inside her. "You know," Andrew said. "I think you're right. I don't think you can get any bigger. One more poke, and you'd inflate till you popped!" He outstretched his arms and, as best he could, wrapped them around the front of her body to give her a hug. Then he stepped back to give her another loving look. "Goodbye, beautiful, beautiful balloon-girl!" And before Kelly could protest... he poked her once again.

37801

Female Inflation

Belly Inflation

None

4.2

6

Allison started breathing heavily, the pressure sat still within her. Feeling the dense energy that was shifting inside. She held her face in her hands as she sat straight at her bureau. She leaned back trying to take the attention away from the increasing sensation, she rubbed her stomach, sneaking the palm of her right hand under her tight gray hoodie. Eyes closed she just stared at the ceiling wondering out loud. "God, what's wrong with me. I didn't even eat that much." Sitting beside her on a TV tray was a plate of some special recipe of cake her next door neighbor had prepared. She took a small corner of the cake as instructed by her neighbor Enola. Who explicitly told her only to eat the cake in small qualities. As a matter of fact, just before leaving her apartment moments earlier, Enola told Allison outright not to eat more than a small amount. On account of it being (according to famity myth) "So appropriately filling, that anything more than a bite size is asking for trouble." Allison knew Enola was a kooky lady. She was the talk of the Watercrest Heights Complex, wherein many of the inhabitants thought her as a 'lonesome witch doctor.' Despite her strong idiosyncrasies, Allison always stood by Enola in the face of the tenants brazen rumors. "I hear she collects shrunken heads from gypsy parlor and speaks to them through chainlink veils." "I hear she keeps an altar in the corner of her apartment where she commutes to spirits from the olden times." "I hear she talks to ghosts." "I hear she talks to demons." Etc. Allison knew Enola to be a harmless old lady with a few strange habits and nothing more. For her first visit with Enola, Allison wanted to pick apart why people saw her as the strange witch doctor people make her out to be, and through the duration of her stay she couldn't find anything to spark the rumors throughout the apartment. Nothing beside her vats collection of cats and consistently resetting record player. Regardless Enola was a remarkably hospitable woman. More than Allison could say about her other neighbors. Oddly enough, the one thing Enola was excited about showing to Allison was her special cake, or as she refers to it as "The Querie." So named because of its curious characteristic of making whichever hungry soul who consumes even the slightest piece become absolutely stuffed within moments. Allison was offered a bite sized amount wherein she was instructed to only eat a small amount and nothing more. In doing so, Allison was not even the slightest bit hungry. Since then Allison returned to her apartment, bent on finishing her editorial, when for some odd reason she felt a rumble in her gut. Immediately poised to have another bite of cake. But not a bite size she figured, she didn't want to feel full, she wanted to be full. Considering after three hours of processing her meeting with Enola, that The Querie's fullness factor was something of a placebo effect. With this in mind, she decided to go for it. Pulling off a small square's worth, wanting to save more for later. Possibly before she went to bed. And that was it, all she had to do was take a bite of that very slice of The Querie and her fate would be sealed. Her stomach started gurgling louder and louder. As if something was churning inside of her belly. She hugged herself tight, not wanting the sound to travel throughput the halls. But she couldn't help it, the gurgling continued, and she could feel a heat come on. As if she was sweating from an air condition-less room. "Oh God what's wrong?" said Allison. She removed her arms looking down as her stomach started peeking out from her hoodie. It was pudgier flabbier. Spreading around to her sides, hanging out over the top of her pants like a muffin top. She breathed deeply, as if she were in labor, clenching her fists tight to the arms of her chair. "What the hell? What's happening?" She said worried. Allison stood up slowly, hovering her hands over her pudgy tummy. Afraid that the slightest touch will trigger this sudden condition that's just afflicted her. Her fancy nails had just barely tapped her bloating belly, before the gurgling returned something louder than before. She groaned loudly as she could feel something in her belly growing stronger. That energy that was nothing but a mystic foreign feeling before was now pushing against her insides. Her stomach started expanding, stretching out like a balloon up to basketball size. Allison was plunged into a fit of unpleasant moans, keeping her hands firm to the sides of her enlargening gut. She fell backwards, laying flat on her floor as eyes rolled back into her head. Her hoodie unzipping from below unveiling her swelling stomach. "Unnngh God... What's happening to me!?" Allison groaned. Her stomach now swollen and huge. She could feel the top button of her jeans cutting into her fatty underbelly. She tried to reach around her still ballooning globe, but her fingertips could just barely reach the top of her pants. She felt her belly creaking as whatever was swelling inside was taking up any and all space inside her belly. "This is *pant* this is impossible." Allison said between her short breaths. She groaned through her teeth as she felt something pushing against her stomach. Her belly rumbling and almost shaking as it creaked back and forth. And the next thing she knew... POP! Her belly button popped out. There was no space left. Allison breathed out deeply, rubbing her massive glove as her shirt became strained against her perfectly round globe. It was clear that The Querie had done its job, and the adverse warnings that Allison naively thought nothin of had finally taken its toll. Having a big swollen belly was one thing, but all Allison could think of now was how in the world was she gonna fix this?

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floating, Prose that Blows 2 - Summer Fun (2010), Prose that Blows Runner-Up: Best Story, Prose that Blows Winner: Most Original Story

Female Inflation

Belly Inflation, Breast Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Hourglass Inflation

None

4.2

10

Kent Ashland had never appeared before the Happyland board before, but then again, he'd never created things like the stuff he'd just submitted. He was actually proud of taking risks this time, really working from his personal passions. He actually thought they were calling him up to give him a raise. But now that he saw them...well, they didn't look happy. "Ashland," said one of the executives sternly through a scowl. "Good." Kent suspected it was the last positive sentiment he'd hear. "Sit." He did, at the end of a long expensive-looking table in a large, expensive-looking conference room. About a dozen men and women in expensive-looking suits were already seated. A commercial for Happyland looped silently on the wall's flat-screen TV. "It has come to our attention that you have recently developed some new...ideas for the park," said the exec. "Please explain to the board..." He paused and stared Kent in the eye. "...what you were thinking." "Uh, yes sir," said Kent. "Happyland has many attractions based around three of the four elements. We have a popular water park, exciting fire shows, and award-winning gardens. So it just made sense to me to focus my energies on the fourth element." Kent's phone vibrated – an incoming message – but he didn't dare check to see who it was. "It 'made sense,' did it?" laughed the suit humorlessly. He strode to the giant window and its owner's-eye-view of all of Happyland below. "Ashland, Happyland has a long, proud history of entertainment for all ages. What part of your ideas 'made sense' in a family-oriented theme park?" "Sir?" "Let's take a look at your...creations," snapped the suit, switching the Happyland commercial to amateur camera footage. Kent recognized it even before the sound was turned up. "This," said the exec, addressing the board, "is test footage of some of Ashland's creations. First we have this candy he's created. It reportedly starts out sour but then...well, look."Kent's friend Samantha appeared the screen, dressed in a white spandex catsuit with a belt around her middle. "Curvy Candy, test one," she announced, and popped a small orange square into her mouth. "That's top; and this is bottom." She ate a sugary purple square. She chewed and swallowed, making squichy faces as she did. "Wow...sour!" she exclaimed – but Kent could hear more dramatic effects: A hissing, some stitches popping as her clothing pulled. Sam's breasts grew, right on camera, just a few moments after she'd eaten the sweets. Her hands naturally ran to her inflating chest, only to dart down to her hips, which she was stunned to find were flaring out voluptuously beneath the suit's belt. The expression on her face looked like rapture to Kent, but the exec cried out, "Disgusting!" and stabbed a button on the remote. "As if that weren't enough, this is some sort of new soft drink he's concocted to sell in the park." The screen showed a petite blonde take a few swigs of a soda bottle. Kent knew her, too – Anne, from redemption games. She giggled, mumbling something about the bubbles as they went down, then her eyes went wide, and her hands flew to her midsection. Within seconds her belly started to round out and pull her blouse taut; another startled expression brought her hands to her chest as she watched her own breasts inflate like balloons. The audio played back the bursting of buttons and gasps of surprise. Kent thought were exclamations of joy, but nobody on the scowling board seemed to notice. His phone buzzed again, but he knew to ignore it. "And this...this one just baffles me," said the exec, shaking his head. "I understand this is some sort of costume you want to rent out to park attendees?" The video showed a brunette – Kent recognized her as Kerri from coaster maintenance – in a baggy latex bodysuit, with several air hoses attached to the back. Kerri nodded to someone off-camera that she was ready; with a whine, the hoses jumped with pressure and Kerri's expression changed to one of alarm. Her suit quickly blew up as she let out a yelp of surprise. Within a few seconds, she looked nearly spherical, and the whine of the compressors stopped. Kerri winced and a soft "pop" was heard on the recording. "What was that?" asked someone off-screen. "Bra," Kerri gasped, as a technician moved into frame and started to unzip the outfit. Kent saw her skin pressing out against the latex as the zipper revealed her smooth skin and broken brassiere. The suit hadn't inflated – Kerri had. "Snapped," Kerri stammered, flapping her arms helplessly. "Shouldn't...have worn it." "Ashland..." The exec seemed speechless. The board expressed a mix of shock, horror, and repulsion on their faces. Red-faced, the chairman could only spit out two words, barely containing a shout: "Explain yourself." Kent was happy to be sitting down; his erection was enormous. All those tests had gone exactly according to plan, but it was clear he couldn't explain to this crowd. "Sir," he ventured, "we always talk about new ideas, but we never try them. It's always another coaster or a new water slide. I wanted to offer our patrons something truly unique – experiences they could never get at another park. I wanted to think outside the box." "Blowing up our female patrons like balloons is not thinking outside the box!" yelled the chairman. He paused to gain his composure, then spoke through gritted teeth. "Happyland is not your personal perverted playground. Your ideas are not wanted and your services in RandD are no longer needed – please vacate the premises. Immediately." Alex sat for a moment, rose silently, and left the room. Walking funny, he headed for the nearest men's room, and felt his phone vibrate a third time. There were text messages from Sam, Anne, and Kerri, and they were very detailed. Explicit, even. Kent smiled. Happyland didn't understand his genius – but there were at least three people who did.

29414

genie, magic, wish

Male Inflation

Full Body Inflation

Clean

3.6

11

The merciless desert sun beat down on the three archeologists, causing their clothes to be drenched in sweat. Although this made the two males, Greg and Ian, look rather like slobs, it had a very different effect on their busty student associate, Stephanie: The sweat merely made her tan skin glisten, her wet clothes clinging tightly to her svelt, shapely body, making her top almost transparent, while her shorts ran up her crotch, showing off her rounded behind. It was the only thing that Greg and Ian had to look at, as their weeks-long search turned up little except beer cans from the 1970's. So it was a welcome distraction from both the tedium and their unrelenting libidos when Greg finally unearthed a metal object. "Ian! Stephanie! I found something!" The other two raced over to see that Greg had dug up what appeared to be an old oil lamp. "Big deal," said Ian. "Maybe we can trade that for, what, half a goat?" "Let's clean it up a little," said Greg, wiping off the layers of centuries-old dirt. To the astonishment of all concerned, the lamp shone preternaturally bright, with a red beam shooting from its spout. Moments later, a cloud burst forth, which, in a dazzling display too unnecessary to the plot to describe here, eventually formed into a smokin'-hot babe of Arabian descent, wearing a skirt too short to fully cover her backside and an unbuttoned vest that barely covered her nipples. "Greetings, masters, I am Isis, and I am a jini!" "A genie?!" Ian exclaimed. "No, a jini, you Western troglodyte," said Isis. "Nevertheless, for releasing me from my lamp, I grant you three wishes!" "Three wishes each?" Stephanie asked Isis. "No, just three wishes." "Can we wish for three wishes each?" asked Greg. "Don't be a camel's ass," said Isis. "You get three wishes, total. And no wishing for world peace. It'd destroy the world's military-based economies." "I wish for--!" Greg began. "Hey, wait a minute!" said Stephanie. "We get one wish apiece, right?" Greg looked at Ian and Stephanie and decided not to argue the point. "Okay, fine. But I get the first wish cuz I found it." "Ladies first!" said Stephanie. Greg looked at Stephanie's wet breasts and decided not to argue the point. "All right, Stephanie, go ahead." Stephanie took in a deep breath, sticking out her chest slightly more to do so, and then told Isis: "I wish I had the other guys' wishes." "WHAT?!" Greg and Ian shouted simultaneously. "So be it," said Isis. "You have two wishes left, and only the female can make them!" "You bitch! You total, total bitch!" screamed Greg. "That was a tad rude, Steph," said Ian. "I thought you'd feel that way," said Stephanie. "So my second wish is: I wish that these two guys would blow up like balloons!" "WHAT?!" the two men shouted, having perfected sychronized screaming. But they didn't have long to complain. With a loud hissing sound, their bodies immediately billowed out, their middles swelling, their chests expanding, breaking through their flimsy T-shirts in moments. Their midsections were completely round, and they continued to grow, taking only moments until the two men now looked like oversized beach balls with hands and feet, their plumping faces showing shock and fear. They surged in growth for several more seconds, doubling in size, tripling in size, in mere minutes. "Who's a bitch now, Greg?" Stephanie asked. "N-not you, th-that's for sure!" he stuttered. "Now how do we stop?!" "I guess you don't," Stephanie mused. "I never told her when to stop inflating you." "WHAT?!" Again the syncronicity. "I'm not going to waste my third wish making you stop growing," Stephanie sneered. She turned to Isis. "But don't worry: I'm sure you'll stop blowing up soon enough. You'll stop when you POP!!" "Hey, wait a minute!" said Ian. "I never called you a bitch!" "So in other words," said Stephanie, "you weren't going to wish for a harem of sex slaves that included me and Isis?" "Uh, ..." "Let's have a contest!" said Stephanie. "Let's see who bursts first!" "NO!" It was beginning to get old, so the two simply stopped screaming. They looked helplessly at each other, each seeming to mirror the other's size, as they increased at the same speed, each blowing up the size of a hot air balloon, and still growing larger and larger... "Come on!" shouted Stephanie. "Someone pop for me! Blow, Greg! Burst, Ian!" "St-stop thiiiiiiiiisssss!" Ian said, as the hissing from his body reached a higher and higher pitch, as a sqeaking noise from his balloon body got louder and louder. His growing slowed ever so slightly, allowing Greg to overshadow him, becoming blimp size and beyond. Ian looked up at the surgin balloon in front of him, and it was the last thing he saw before... BOOOOOOMMMMM!!!! Ian burst into nothingness. Greg looked down at the empty space in front of him where Ian had been, and he braced himself for the same fate. "Yay!" Stephanie shouted, clapping and jumping. "You win, Greg! I knew you could do it!" Then she stopped, craning her neck up at him and watching with anticipation. "Now it's your turn, big boy! My big, blimping, bloating balloon boy! Get ready to POP!" Even as he grew farther and farther into the sky, Stephanie's gloating was still as clear as the hot sweltering day. He heard her shout even as the squeaking from his body grew ominously louder... "Here it comes, Greg! Are you ready?! Are you ready to BURST?! I love it! I absolutely love it!!" The squeaking reached a fever pitch and Greg went... BOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!! The explosion was so great, it echoed in the desert canyons miles away. "Yay! That was a good one!" Stephanie cheered, clapping. Then she stopped and sighed contentedly. "You still have one wish, Master," Isis reminded her. "Ah, yes," said Stephanie. "I wish I could inflate anyone, anytime with no negative without ever being punished for it!" "So be it," said Isis. "Now don't bug me for another few centuries, will you?" She turned into a puff of smoke that flew back into the lamp's spout. Stephanie tucked the lamp under her arm and headed toward camp, remembering that she wasn't all that crazy about the rest of her crew...

7505

Prose that Blows 5 - Taboo (2011)

Female Inflation

Belly Inflation

None

3.6

7

She had a few minutes before he came home, he was going to get a surprise on an upward scale she was sure. She knew about his fantasy and it placed a smile on her face whenever she looked at the pump in the corner... not exactly hidden but not overtly shown either but to her it was like a magnet. What would happen? Could it happen or would it just be a silly night of fun arousal for the two of them. Should she get her own disappointment out of the way so she could throw herself into the role? She decided yes and dragged the bike pump towards the centre of her living room. She closed the curtains that looked on to the street and with bubbling excitement she did what she once considered unthinkable. She bit down on the hose and read the logo on the side of the pump... Air-Fill. She looked at the image of a woman which was wrapped around the cylinder, she had bought it because of the image of a distended figure of a woman and ironically she thought the woman looked just a little like her... just a little. If he was going to be home on time she only had about three minutes to go, she had to do it now. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath while counting to three with both hands on the handle... one... two... "Three!" she whispered, hose in her mouth and pushed downwards sharply. At first it felt like her cheeks would burst from the sudden pressure but in less than a second that feeling was replaced by the indescribable feeling of a wish being fulfilled. She let go of the handle and used both hands to caress her burgeoning stomach. Looking down she saw that the pump had actually worked as advertised. Just one pump and already she was turning into a... no... no she wasn't like that yet, her stomach might have been shiny as latex rubber and perhaps as soft but she certainly hadn't done enough pumping to be considered as such. How long had she been exploring her new figure? Too long, she had time maybe for another pump. She let go of her belly and felt the displaced air settling back to its position in her much rounder tummy. She grasped the handle and pulled the plunger back to its starting position hearing the pump suck some of the air in the room into its interior. Should she count down? No. Not this time. The handle descended and air compressed as it travelled through the hose. She felt it enter her mouth and this time her cheeks didn't hurt, the air passed harmlessly into her system and her round tummy gained another couple of inches. It felt firm and soft as she caressed her shiny belly. As she stroked it she could hear a particular squeal of protest where her fingers dragged too long. He was going to be so turned on when he saw her. There was a figure at the door, the sound of a key fiddling inside the lock... She beamed as the door opened and she could only think... how far would they go tonight?

40490

alien, giant, Planet, science

Female Inflation

Full Body Inflation

None

3.3

7

For the world, it began as a perfectly normal day. The sun rose, the winds blew clouds over the ocean, and everything was normal. But one thing was all across the news come midmorning. Every headline in every newspaper, across every language, said the same thing: ASTEROID HEADED FOR PLANET Some top astronomers had discovered a new hunk of space rock the night prior, and while that alone might have led to a few scientific journals publishing the fact, there were two key features about this boulder that set it apart from all the other space junk hurtling through the cosmos. First, it was one of the largest asteroids ever seen, nearly the size of Texas. It was so large that it disrupted the gravitational pull of Pluto on its moon as it rocketed between the two, sending them spiraling off. The second fact was much more disturbing, though: It was on a collision course with Earth! Something needed to be done, or scientists predicted that the resulting impact when it struck would wipe out most of Europe instantly and kill off all life due to the damage to the environment mere years later. Worse still, while it was still three years until impact was set to occur, there was next to nothing anyone could do to stop it. As more and more scientific communities double- and triple-checked the numbers to show the claim was genuine, riots broke out in the streets and religious fanatics called to the population to repent before the end. That was, of course, until an alienesque ship appeared in the sky above New York City. That just made things worse. However, the ship sent out a broadcast, one that appeared in every electronic device in every language. [People of Earth. We are what you would call aliens, a race known as the G'norgath. 'Protectors' would be the closest translation. We have seen your plight, and the Greater Galactic Community has decided you are advanced enough to warrant saving. In order to disrupt your incoming meteor, the gravitational force of an entire planet must be used to redirect it. By our calculations, the technology we have on hand can only do this if action is taken within one Earth month. We have a special device that can generate enough gas to match your Jupiter, but it needs a vessel so it does not escape into the vastness of space while it gains gravity. It is a daunting task to require, and we know no individual would want to condemn themselves to this fate, but... We need a volunteer to become the newest planet of the solar system.] What followed was a stream of data backing up their claim, the exact specifications of the new 'planet' including size, internal pressure, orbit, and mass, and the blueprints for a communication device to contact the aliens when we were ready with a volunteer. Much to the surprise of the government and the aliens, hundreds of thousands of people volunteered from around the globe. A scarce few did it 'to protect humanity' or 'for fame and glory', but the overwhelming majority did it because they had a fetish for being blown up like a balloon to ridiculous sizes. This led to a new problem, however. Instead of fighting to not get chosen, now there was a battle for the spot among the eight planets! Eventually the United Nations decided to hold an international raffle for those willing to give everything up to be the newest gas giant. In the end, the tickets were drawn, and a young woman named Janet from Ohio was found to be the winner. A twenty five, spry little woman with long red hair and blue eyes, standing around five feet tall with thin proportions. "Finally, I can be the size I've always dreamed of," she explained in an interview. Still, a victory was a victory, and she soon found herself on the alien craft hundreds of thousands of mines from Earth, just beyond the orbit of Saturn. She held a small pill in her hand. [Remeber, Janet. This is for the future of your species. There is no going back. We have reached the location and speed to put you in a proper orbit, so when you are ready take it and jump out.] Janet happily swallowed the pill, and took a running leap out of the ship's artificial gravity. As the beings had promised, the pill took effect near instantly. The first thing that she felt was the lack of the freezing temperatures associated with space, and she didn't feel hungry any longer. She also noticed, as an afterthought, that she was no longer breathing, her body seeming to sustain itself. And then, from inside her body, she heard the hissing start. It was quiet at first, growing louder and louder by the minute. Janet put a hand to her stomach as it bloated out, skin stretching to quickly make her look well beyond pregnant. Her arms, legs, and the rest of her torso followed suit, blimping out so fast that a normal human would have been torn in half! But Janet was no longer a human. She was now the modified shell of a new planet, and she was proud of it. As she passed blimp size and zeroed in on surpassing an aircraft carrier, she heard the hissing continue to grow as her arms and legs disappeared completely into her spherical body. Skin stretching tighter and tighter, she at last became visible to Earth telescopes as she passed the size of Texas, finally growing larger than the meteor she was going to stop. "I can't believe it," she thought. "This feels so amazing, and I get to stay like this forever!" Janet grinned as she grew larger and larger, her body swelling to such sizes even she could not comprehend how large she was getting. Past the size of America. Past the size of Earth itself! The impossibly large balloon grew bigger still, exerting her newfound gravitational pull as the gasses within her gravitated towards her core. It lessened the strain and pressure on her now micrometer-thick, invincible skin as she finally stopped growing, cementing Planet Janet as the largest planet in the solar system, 10% larger than Jupiter. The world cheered their heroine as the meteor became caught in Janet's gravity and became her first of many moons, and Janet settled into her orbit with a slightly bloated smile on her face. Finally, she was the perfect size.

40130

artist, high school, spherical, teacher

Female Inflation

Full Body Inflation

Clean

3.9

12

I was staying late to finish up my art project. As usual, I was the last one to finish, using every last minute before the deadline. I was not completely alone, however. She was still working as well--sitting at her desk, grading the last assignments before the much anticipated and needed break, listening to the quiet sounds of Dave Grohl, Chris Cornell, and the like. Mrs. Linda Carmen, that was her name. She was my favorite teacher, considering the quality of looks and conversations she provided. Yes, looks, indeed. Linda was a charming woman verging on middle age yet easily able to pass for 30. Her pale pink face, complemented by her silky, light brown hair, her pink, always slightly parted lips, and her stunning gray eyes, may as well have been painted by Leonardo or sculpted by Bernini, both of whom she greatly admired. The modesty of dress required by the small school never inhibited her beauty; in fact, the opposite proved true. Currently she was rocking a white blouse, olive pants, and sensible gold ballet flats. "Just a few more minutes, then I'm out of here." "I'm almost done, I swear," I reply. "I'm just as ready for break as you are, Mrs. Carmen," I chuckled. "You have no idea," she returned. "All right, I won't distract you anymore." Good luck with that, I thought. Still I managed to focus quite intently on finishing, quickly adding final details. Giving it a final inspection as the deadline approached, I noticed Linda's reentry into the room. I didn't realize she had left, I pondered. But something was different about her; as to what, I could not quite name it. I studied her, attempting not to be caught inspecting her the way I was, as she returned to her desk in the corner. She sat, and I noticed. She noticed as well: her usually flat stomach was protruding ever so slightly. I could tell somehow she was trying to hide her worry as she said, "Are you nearly finished?" Did I respond or not? Maybe I uttered, "Are you feeling alright?" Maybe I stared incredulously. Either way, it was continuing to grow, and quickly at that. Linda stood as her blouse began to strain. For what seemed an eternity, neither of us acted: we both froze, her with panic and me with shock and amazement that my dream was coming true. As her abdomen reached the size of an overdue pregnancy, the sudden swelling of her breasts and ass caught her attention. "Help!" she blurted, but I was frozen, kept in place like my feet were cemented to the floor. Pop! Pop! Two buttons, one from the bottom and one from the breasts, broke free as she swelled more and more. Her arms began to fill, as did her legs, in addition to the rapid growth of the rest of her body. Another pop! resounded from her pants, whose seams were straining. She expanded laterally as well, eventually beginning to resemble a sphere. Her crotch lowered, forcing her thickening legs further apart; her back puffed out; her conical arms appeared to be shortening. It was no longer just as resemblance. Linda was undoubtedly becoming spherical as her abdomen, crotch, breasts, and backside joined. Her clothes strained but miraculously held on as she rounded out. In no time, she was like a big balloon with flapping hands and dangling feet, filling the space where the tables had been before they had been pushed against the wall. As if in a trance, I approached her, inspected her new form, and pressed what had once been her stomach--a bit of give, but not much. Her growth was not stopping. I stepped back, awe-struck, and noticed that Linda's once model-like face had puffed up, that her fingers refused to flex as her hands plumped up, and that her flats strained as her feet did likewise. She was definitely running out of room, both in body and in space. She threatened to push against the tables and the walls, while the reddening of her previously pink skin indicated she did not have too much longer. Once more I was glued, unable to bring myself to escape. Her extremities sank into her body, muffling her cries; her body pressed the walls; her skin groaned as she neared her limit. Time slowed as suspense, the groans of her straining skin, and her body filled the room. BANG! I lay on my back as I slowly regained consciousness. Fuck, I thought groggily. I quietly crawled out of bed, not wanting to wake my roommate, opened the drawer, and procured a clean pair of underwear, placing the now wet pair in the hamper. Seriously, stop reading inflation fics before bed, I berated myself. I climbed back into bed, hoping for a dream that would not make such a mess.

2762

Female Inflation

Full Body Inflation

None

3.4

5

My story starts near the turn of the century, even though I didn't. My grandfather was a foreman at a latex/rubber manufacturing plant. During some rough years, they had to lay off a number of people, one of which was an old "gypsy" (that's what they called him, according to grandpa, because he was kind of a queer gnarled old backwoods fellow). My grandfather was the one in charge of letting the old man go, and there was quite a struggle to actually get this guy out of the plant when they told him the news. Grandfather said the gypsy spouted off all sorts of curses upon our family, one of which was said to have been that our family would be ruined by the very work from which the gypsy was being dismissed. A few months after that episode, the latex manufacturing plant did go belly-up. My grandfather stayed in the latex business running a small shop where my father and uncles worked; that eventually branched off into a small store and a gift shoppe--flowers, gift baskets and balloons--that my grandmother ran. Some years later, I was born, the youngest girl of five kids--two girls and three boys. My mother said I was the fattest baby she ever saw. She said when I'd get upset I'd hold my breath and tense up until I was as red as a beet, my whole body quivering until she thought I might pop. Growing up I had this strange (and quite annoying) condition where if I'd scrape myself or prick myself I wouldn't bleed much, but I'd swell up as if the abrasion was infected. This led to me taking antibiotics for I don't know how long and having to be real careful about injuring or cutting myself. When I hit puberty I was slightly slim, finally losing all that baby fat. I had a slight figure, but nothing substantial to speak of. When I was 14, I went to stay with my uncle and aunt who lived in the mountains in Colorado, going to school with my cousins for 8th grade. It took me quite a while to adapt to the thinner air up in the mountains. My relatives laughed at first as I would get winded very quickly and be gasping and gulping for air. Like I said, I didn't have much of a figure when I got there--but when I returned home, my family and friends noticed how I had changed after my stay in Colorado. I grown immensely and at 15, in 9th grade, was toting a huge pair of breasts (though they never seemed that heavy) and a shapely mid-section...though I always felt like my butt was too big, but I guess top and bottom were proportional. Throughout high school I was very active and my body seemed to fluctuate in size, even though I didn't lose any dramatic amount of weight. I was either kind of fat or slender on any given day, but BIG in certain places. It seemed in certain circumstances, if I willed myself, I could really control my body changes, though there were no real extreme changes going on. I realized that there was something special about myself when I started working at the gift shoppe. One time I was playing with the helium tanks that we use to fill balloons for gift baskets and, just for squeaky-voiced fun, I took a "hit" of the air. Not only did I suddenly feel high and intoxicated by the stuff, but I felt all sorts of strange things happening within my body. I was surprised to find my skin tingling all over, and even in certain areas that were...very pleasurable to me. I didn't even know what I was doing to myself as I took several shots of the air until my brain felt like it was doing cartwheels in my head. When I finally quit, I was surprised to find my entire body had swelled up until the seams of my clothes were ready to tear! This scared me and I didn't try it again for a while...until it happened to me during a special occasion that I won't divulge to you right now because it is too personal. Let's just say that my first boyfriend sure was surprised. I did tell my parents about what was happening, as they were noticing strange things about their youngest daughter. When my grandfather heard, he told us the story of the old gypsy, which he'd scoffed at and nearly forgotten about until then. That is the most condensed version I can give you. Now I could tell you all sorts of short day-to-day life stories about my inflation "problem"; some are quite humorous and some are quite bizarre...all end with me blowing up to enormous proportions. I guess the annoying thing about it is that I still can't completely control how I will inflate or what part of my body--sometimes its my whole body and sometimes it's just my chest. I've always wanted a curvaceuos body; sometimes I get it tenfold. Having a family-owned business where I am able to get special knit latex clothing, however, my "little" problem isn't so awful. There is no medical reason or evidence of my peculiar condition. But after years of living like this, with the ability to control the size of my body and even different areas of my body, I remain, day-by-day, happy to be unique.

35589

Female Inflation

Full Body Inflation

Implied

3.4

7

The door to the dormitory room opened and Shannon trudged in, dropping her backpack alongside the sofa before collapsing into it, wavy brown hair brushing against her shoulders as she covered her eyes with her forearm. "Oh my god."Margaret looked up at her roommate from her seat at the table across the room. "What's wrong? The high-speed world of advertising too much for you?""No, it's Professor Davis." She pulled her arm away, brown eyes staring at the ceiling. "How can a man with a degree in selling things sound so... unenthusiastic all the time?""You mean boring.""No, it's interesting, it's just that his lectures are-""Boring.""...okay, he's boring.""At least you're doing well in class," Margaret said, returning to her studies.Shannon turned her head to look at her. "I suppose." Her eyes drifted down to an oddly placed pillow. Moving it back into place, she uncovered an unsightly stain on the cushion. "What is this?"Margaret looked up again. "What's what?""This." She gestured to the stain on the couch cushion."Oh. Someone threw up.""You didn't think to flip it over?""I did. There's an even bigger stain on the other side."She let out a sigh as she turned away. "We're going to need a new couch." After a moment of thought she added, "tomorrow." Despite being by definition a shop filled entirely with things other people didn't want, Shannon found the thrift store and its contents to be rather clean and organized. Probably the worst thing she could say about it is that the decor was rather haphazard, being filled with furniture of all sorts of styles and colors, one of which inevitably clashed with something else nearby. Fortunately the variety worked out in her favor, as she easily found a couch that was roughly the same color as the old one. She looked around, only to find the store curiously empty. Assuming that someone would appear in due time, she decided to wait for the time being and explore a bit.The tables and cabinets near the front of the store were stocked with a variety of knick-knacks and decorations. Nothing too unusual, except for one object which stood out even by normal standards: It was a bronze statue about the size of her hand of an eight-armed humanoid. Two arms were held up in the air, two pointed to the ground, and the remaining four were holding a circular plate either in front of or embedded in its chest, the surface of which was polished to a mirror-like shine. Picking it up she marveled at it, turning it over in her hands before inspecting her strangely clear reflection in it."Excuse me."Shannon let out a yelp, whirling around as she clutched the statue to her chest. The young man standing behind her smiled apologetically; he wasn't much older than her, and had some of the palest blue eyes she had ever seen. "I'm sorry if I startled you. Is there anything I can help you with?""Yes! Yes, the um..." She pointed. "...the, the couch. I was interested in buying it."He followed her finger to the furniture in question before turning back to her. "Did you want to take it now, come back at a later time to pick it up, or have it delivered?""Delivery. Please." She was now acutely aware of how awkward she sounded and tried to change the subject, rescuing her dignity in the process. "You have pretty eyes. I mean-" She held up the statue. "What is this?"If he did hear the first half of what Shannon said he didn't acknowledge it. "Well... it's a Chinese import-" He tilted the bottom to her and pointed to the small patch of felt glued on the base. "-but it's a Chinese import of an ancient South American design representing a vain spirit. The South Americans made this to try and appeal to their vanity in the hopes of being granted their desires in exchange.""So if I buy this it'll, what, grant me my desires?""It'll grant one of mine, at least. It's been taking up space as long as I can remember.""Did you just make that description up?""No, I actually read it. There's five cardboard boxes full of old National Geographics in the back and..." He shrugged helplessly. "...it gets slow around here sometimes. Did you know that the reason owls can turn their heads so far is because they can't move their eyes?""Really?""Really.""Huh." Shannon's eyes fluttered open and she let out a quiet groan as she rubbed them, rolling to the side to get a look at her alarm clock.2 AM.She rolled onto her back, lying there trying and failing to go back to sleep. She went to let out a deep sigh, but as she exhaled her breath caught in her throat and simply faded away somehow. Confused, she took another breath, with the same results. Looking down at herself, outlined by the dim light from the window she could see the silhouette of a low bump beneath the sheets that, as she breathed in without breathing out again, gradually rose higher.The sight was utterly unreal to her, yet she didn't feel afraid; on the contrary, she felt strangely content. With each inhale her belly eclipsed more and more of the light from outside. Soon her breasts followed suit, filling and stretching her shirt, tenting it across her growing cleavage. All of Shannon's thoughts drifted away from her as her mind was filled with how badly she wanted this, to blow up and fill with air.Her breaths flowed in but never out. Her back swelled out, lifting her head off the pillow. Her arms and legs grew thick and wide. Her stomach towered over her, blocking out the light from outside entirely. Soon the growth slowed to a stop, but the pressure continued to mount as the air inside her searched for room it couldn't find. The tension was unbearable as her body shuddered and throbbed, and it let out a loud, long creak before finally-

37372

breast expansion, breast inflation, floating, helium

Female Inflation

Breast Inflation

None

4.3

3

U. F. O.'s (Unidentified Floating Objects) (Note: This is a short follow-up to "Control 5: The Beach", which was a story about revenge inflation. This is what happened after Michael and Suzie began to actually enjoy their day at the beach. So...you might want to read that first....if you haven't already) George was living the dream that many in the world were truly envious of. As a youth, he had worked at the Warner Brothers' studios in Burbank, starting as a gopher (Go for coffee, go for food, etcetera). As the years progressed, he received on-the-job training and learned how to handle motion picture camera and sound-recording equipment, working on the sets with all of the Hollywood legends. He was often found running errands for Marilyn Monroe or Cary Grant, and secretly he lusted after voluptuous on-set vixens such as Jane Mansfield or Jane Russell. He worked behind the camera for some of Russ Meyer's breast-obsessed movies in the 1960's and 70's. Eventually he worked his way up to directing and producing, becoming a Tinsel Town legend of his own caliber. Now, well into his retirement years, he was on the top of the heap. A mansion in the Hollywood Hills area was his lasting legacy, situated on prime real estate on the slope of Mount Lee, just below the greenery of Griffith Park (with its famous observatory), overlooking stretching expanse of the most expense and sought-after land in the world. From his garden, his guests could look up and see the white towering letters of the infamous 'Hollywood' sign. George could swim in his backyard pool, or be found entertaining many of movie industry's elites as the lights eliminated the well-known landmark as the sun set in the west. What more could he ask for? It was on a warm Saturday afternoon, while sitting in the shade of some tall palm trees next to his pool, that George's peaceful day was interrupted. His wife, Myrna (his fourth wife, after three divorces and one death under suspicious circumstances), was enjoying a tall glass of iced tea in her floral-print bathing suit while sitting poolside dipping her toes into the water. George sat in his cushioned chaise lounge chair, reading a book, feeling a light breeze ruffle his thinning hair as it blew in from the ocean to the west. He watched his wife as she lightly kicked her feet through the water, sending surface ripples across the pool. With all of the plastic surgery he had paid for, her tummy-tucks, facelifts, and breast implants, Myrna looked like the voluptuous vixens he had drooled over in his youth, appearing twenty years younger than she actually was. And with that illusion of youth, Myrna brought the youthful energy into their bedroom, which, at seventy-seven years old, he couldn't keep up with her without the help of weekly testosterone shots and a perpetual prescription of his old pal Viagra. Today, George thought that his wife looked rather ravishing in her flower-adorned one-piece swimsuit, and soon was wondering where he left his bottle of little blue pills for use later. It was at this point that he first heard the noise. With all the trees surrounds so many of the mansions of the right and famous in the area, even the sounds of the distant highways and freeways that crisscrossed the Los Angeles valley were kept to a minimum. So what the couple heard at first, a high-pitched squeal that seemed to come from above them, was not immediately noticed or recognized. When Myrna heard it again, she thought it was the cry of a wandering seagull. But as the sound got closer, the sound morphed away from the call of a bird into what was more like the panicked screams of a woman. Confused, both George and Myrna jumped to their feet, their eyes searching the expanse of the mansion grounds for the source of the cries but finding nothing. George reached for his cell phone on the outdoor table next to his chair to call the police, when Myrna yelled, "Look!" There, twenty feet above them, was a source of the screaming. A woman, her lithe, youthful body clad only in what looked like a blue bikini bottom, was drifting eastward with the afternoon breeze. They could see raven-black hair billowing around bare well-tanned shoulders, and her mocha-colored arms and legs flailed around angrily in the air. Her back was turned to them as she drifted closer, so she hadn't seen the couple yet. As George squinted at the curious sight, he noticed that she looked like she was suspended under two light brown oversized balloons that looked like they were attached to her chest. "Help me!" she screamed again, followed by a string of curses in Spanish. Kicking her legs about wildly, she slowly twisted around in the air, twirling herself in a lazy circle as she floated by. That was when the earth-bound couple saw that she wasn't actually attached to a matching set of beachball-sized balloons. "Holy shit!" Myrna exclaimed, pointing. "Those are her tits!" The Latina heard the woman below her, turned her head away from her boob-balloons, and bellowed, "Hey, I need some help!" "What can we do?" George yelled back. The blue-clad woman had drifted half-way across the yard, and was almost directly above them. "Do you have a rope or anything like that? Or maybe something that you can through to me to at least weigh me down so I don't float away?" George and Myrna quickly scanned the poolside area. All that was there were full planter pots and heavy outdoor furniture. Nothing that they could toss that high up to her to assist her descent back to solid ground. The woman was floating higher than their trees, so she couldn't reach and anchor herself on them either. "Sorry, but I don't think we have anything that could help you," Myrna apologized. "I can't believe it!" the Latina screamed. "You stupid people don't have anything that..." "Oh, shut up, Esparanza!" came another voice. George turned slightly right, and found another curious sight. A blonde woman, this one with the remnants of a torn red one-piece swimsuit hanging off of her hips, was also floating above them, some thirty feet behind the other one, pushed by the same breeze in parallel course. She too dangled below a pair of flesh-toned blimps protruding from her chest, her aureoles stretched and dark against her pale skin, pointing resolutely skyward above her. "This is all your fault." "How is this my fault?" the first asked the second, folding her arms defiantly under her chest balloons. "Because the lady who gave us that breast enhancement lotion told you not to use too much of it on yourself, and you didn't listen," Blondie shot back. "Amanda, when we get down on the ground, I'm am going to kick your ass!" Esparanza yelled. "If you are so smart, how did you get to be blown up with a pair of tit-blimps just like me?" "Because I was stupid enough to follow your example," Amanda countered. "You just had to insult her, after almost denting their car, and then you took that lotion from her, and all because you wanted bigger tits..." The airborne argument continued on as the pair drifted over the treetops at the edge of the property. The two women were still screaming at each other as they caught a slight updraft and rose up the hill, floating close to the Hollywood sign and beyond. George and Myrna continued their confused vigil, watching the inflated women drift up above the treetops of the Santa Monica Hills until they were just specks in the distance. "Well, that was unexpected," Myrna just blinked, stunned, her iced tea slowing melting in her hand. "They sure had big tits," was all George could think of saying. He sat back down, opened up his book, and began reading again, as if nothing had happened. "That's Hollywood for ya."

2789

Male Inflation

Full Body Inflation

Offscreen

4.3

8

Jason had taken a summer job at the Franzetti bakery in order to bulk up. He was ashamed of his small, thin physique, and wanted a job where he would have a chance to get some exercise. At the same time, he didn't want to be out sweating during the hottest months of the year. He thought that kneading bread dough would be a good work out. Franzetti's bakery was known throughout New York City for the light, fluffy, and tangy sourdough bread it turned out in surprisingly high quantity. According to Mr. Franzetti, this was because of their proprietary sourdough starter, containing a rare strain of yeast that could raise a loaf in a matter of hours, and were impervious to acid and salt. The yeast worked so quickly, in fact, that if a loaf was left an hour too long before baking, it would dissolve into a slimy puddle. Mr. Franzetti explained that Jason would be at the register during the busy hours, and on breadmaking at the beginning and end of the day. He was replacing a longtime employee named Hector who had a drinking problem. "We knew he hit the bottle on the job occasionally, so we told him not to bring booze to work. Then one night I was closing up, and I catch Hector drinking a cup of starter. He thought the yeast produced alcohol like in beer! After that, I knew I had to let him go. I was sorry to do it, but I can't have someone like that working for me." That evening, after Jason had shaped the loaves, he considered Mr. Franzetti's words. His parents were strict teetotalers, and he had never had so much as a sip of wine at dinner. Jason didn't dare try to get a fake ID, for fear of getting caught and being grounded for life. Maybe the starter wasn't very alcoholic, but it was still "liquid bread", and it had to taste something like beer. Carefully, he ladled some out into a cup and drank it. It was runny and sour, and he didn't want more. Carefully he washed out the cup and ladle and closed up shop. Jason had a dinner date with his girlfriend, Rina, at a local pizza parlor. As they were eating, he felt a bit of wind. He tried to hold it back, but it kept building up until it found release, downwards, making quite a bit of noise. Rina glared at him, but he apologized. A few minutes later, however, he felt gassy again. He clenched as hard as he could, but the pressure kept growing and growing until he couldn't contain it anymore. The cycle repeated several times until Rina finally pushed her plate back and stormed off in disgust. The gas returned the next morning as Jason was on his way to work, and he got some angry looks on the bus. It had cleared up by the time the store opened and he got on the register. The store was very busy that day, and he wolfed down the calzone he had bought for lunch in a couple minutes. As he was working the register, Jason started feeling gassy again. He knew that breaking wind in front of customers on his first day would be a bad career move, so once again he tried to hold the gas back. Fortunately, standing seemed to afford him more "leverage" than sitting, and he was able to maintain his dignity, even as his discomfort mounted. As he worked away at the steadily-growing line of customers, he felt his shirt come untucked from his jeans. Glancing downward, he saw his stomach bulging out like rising bread dough. He knew if he didn't release the pressure soon, he'd be in real trouble, but he couldn't take a break with customers at the register, and every time the line was almost empty, a few more customers would manage to get in. Jason groaned inwardly as the pressure continued to mount. Fortunately, the counter and register hid his growing gut from view, but his last customers must have wondered why he was standing so far back. At last, the final customer had been dealt with, and Jason could slip out to the alley the store shared with the Muslim butcher's shop next door. Ripping off his apron and yanking his shirt up to his chest, Jason saw that his belly would look at home on a woman well into the third trimester. Finally, he relaxed his clenched innards -- to no effect. He waited for several seconds, nervously listening to his stomach gurgle and hiss as it continued to gradually expand, but when nothing else happened, he pressed his hands against his belly, trying to press the gas out. Its surface was taut and rubbery, like a sitball, and despite his best efforts, his hands were forced outward until they barely dented the surface. As Jason wracked his brain for a solution, he became aware of his jeans cutting into his waist, and suddenly realized that their waistband was constricting the gas's escape route. Quickly, he tried to open up his jeans, but the tension on the zipper frustrated his efforts; then, it slipped out of his hands entirely as his belly waxed still larger. Bending at the hip put even more pressure on the fly, but still it held. Desperate now, Jason grabbed the legs of his jeans and pulled. The fabric slipped out of his hands, and his torso sprang back to attention with enough momentum to launch him into the air. He screamed in terror as he rose thirty feet and did a complete backflip before landing unsteadily on his feet. Jason knew he was lucky to still be standing; he didn't think he could get up in his current state, and he needed his body weight to help force him down. He didn't want to think about what would happen if the gas continued to build... Getting a more secure grip on his pants legs, Jason pulled with all his might. The groaning sounds coming from his belly were interrupted by a faint popping sound from the front. The strained denim pressed into his "equipment", and he briefly considered life as a eunuch. Just as his arms were getting numb, the front of his jeans popped open. With a deafening whoosh, Jason deflated back to normal size. Quickly he threw on his apron and ducked back inside. As the weeks went on, Jason's condition got harder and harder to deal with. Every time he had an "incident", his belly bulged bigger, faster. It took progressively less gas to visibly inflate his stomach, and he had steadily less time between becoming aware of the pressure and being able to excuse himself before other people noticed. His parents wondered why he had taken to wearing baggy overalls and running up to his room for no particular reason. As midday temperatures approached 100 degrees, he longed to take a swim in the local pool, but he would be hard-pressed to explain his copious stretch marks and protruded navel, which he could not seem to press back in. He got the gas several times a day, and eventually worked out that it was worst after meals. With this in mind, he tried varying his diet, and after some experimentation (and another brush with explosive decompression) he worked out that food containing flour or sugar caused the most gas. As he was puzzling over that fact, his mind suddenly wandered back to that night he had tasted the sourdough starter. Those yeast must have colonized his stomach! And every time he consumed wheat- or sugar-containing food, they fed on it and produced the gas that was making his life miserable. He knew what his problem was, but the solution eluded him. Even chugging a cup of salted vinegar didn't cure him, and he rejected bleach and ammonia out of hand. Then he remember the former employee, Hector, who had been drinking the starter for years, but no one had mentioned him having these types of symptoms. Perhaps by interviewing him, Jason could figure out why! After a lengthy search, Jason tracked him down to a hospital, where he had died of cirrhosis. Although he knew this was a bad time to feel sorry for himself, Jason had expended his only lead, and his condition had gotten so bad that all he could wear were overalls, since any other clothes would expose his ballooning belly before he even felt it expand. Jason could only think of one more option. If he couldn't kill the yeast directly, he could starve them. He adopted a strict flour- and sugar-free diet. It was bland as hell, but it seemed to work, as the gas didn't trouble him again. On his last day of work, Mr. Franzetti called Jason in the morning and told him to skip breakfast. When he got in, Mr. Franzetti told him something that made his heart sink. The baker in charge of taste testing was out that day, and Jason would have to take his place. He would have to sample from every batch of muffins, rolls, cinnamon buns, and pastries the shop put out. Jason was terrified of what would happen when all those sugary baked goods hit his stomach. As he ate his way through the day, Jason noticed that he had eaten more in a few hours than he had ever eaten in a day, and yet he didn't feel full. More importantly, he didn't feel gassy. Had he finally overcome his condition? Little did Jason realize that although most of the yeast in his stomach were indeed dead, a few were merely dormant from lack of food. Repeated swelling had stretched his stomach to several times its original size, and the dormant yeast awoke to a veritable feast of partially-digested bread. As Jason scarfed down yet another donut and gave the batch his OK, he felt an all-too-familiar gurgling noise. Horrified, he asked to step out a minute, then quickly ducked into the back. In the time it took him to to reach the alley door, he had already ballooned to full-term-with-twins proportions. Thus, when he reached it, he failed to take his new dimensions into account, and *BOING*ed off it, landing hard on the tile floor. As he recovered from his daze, Jason felt the straps of his overalls digging into his shoulders. After a brief attempt to unfasten them was thwarted by the tension, he decided to just make a break for the door and got to his feet as quickly as he could. Maneuvering the inward-opening door around his bulging belly took precious seconds, but Jason got it done, and was mere inches from his goal when he ground to a halt. Jason groaned as he realized that with no way to expand forward, his stomach had spread to the sides, and he could no longer fit through the doorframe. He twisted this way and that, but every second the doorframe's vice grip grew tighter, until he could no longer budge forwards or backwards. Desperate now, Jason pondered his options. He could release the gas here and now, but with the door open, everyone in the back, and possibly the front as well, would hear it. He'd lose his job, get a bad recommendation for any new ones, and become the laughingstock of the city. On the other hand, at least he'd be alive. As Jason was considering this, he felt the inflation spread from his belly outwards. With both its forward and sideways expansion blocked, his stomach was leaking gas into other parts. His hips and rear took up what little slack the overalls had left to offer, pinching his privates until he couldn't feel them anymore, and the curve of his belly crept upward towards the neck of the overalls. His pectorals ballooned, briefly taking on the appearance of massive breasts before flowing together and merging with the growing mound that was taking over his body. The inflation even starting creeping along his back. As his shoulders and thighs began to swell and stiffen, Jason thought quickly and hooked them around the doorframe. With his inflation now fighting itself, he slowly, agonizingly, inched forward in the doorframe until he suddenly popped loose, falling forwards and sliding on his belly for a moment before coming to a stop. The pneumatic-mounted door swung shut behind him. Gasping with relief, Jason unclenched himself. Nothing happened. For a few moments, Jason thought his muscles must be stiff from exertion, but when he had not started deflating several seconds later, he realized to his horror that his ass was inflated so large that it was pinching off the balloon that was his stomach! With no other options left, Jason used his feet to push himself, inch by inch, towards the delivery entrance of the hallal butcher's shop. He intended to find a suitably sharp implement to puncture himself with. As dangerous as he knew this was, it had to be safer than simply exploding. He had reached the middle of the deserted loading dock when it finally happened. Unable to bear the strain, the straps of his suspenders finally gave out. Free from all restraints, Jason's body assumed a spherical shape, with only stubby arms, legs, and head protruding from the giant ball. The sudden expansion of gas knocked him backwards, onto his feet. He tottered back and forth for a few moments, before gravity won out, and he slowly tipped onto his rounded back, bouncing a few times before coming to relative rest. After struggling fruitlessly for a few moments, Jason admitted to himself that the battle was over, and he had lost. As the gurgles and hissing from deep inside his gut were drowned out by the squeaks and groans of his overinflated body, it occurred to Jason that even microorganisms that can survive acidity and salinity could be killed by sufficient concentrations of alcohol. "In breaking news, an explosion in Brooklyn today leveled a butcher's shop next to the famous Franzetti bakery. Police rushing to the scene discovered what they describe as the remains of an Islamic terror cell, including high explosives and a detailed map of the New York City subway. No word yet as to the cause of the explosion, but we have unconfirmed reports that an employee of the bakery is missing. More information as the story develops."

2770

first person

Female Inflation

Breast Inflation

None

3.8

5

Another sunny day, another day sunning myself at my folks' place. I would go elsewhere but I never knew what circumstances might make me, well, grow. If I was in any other garment of clothing other than a bathing suit, I would be glad to wander out in the masses, bulging with air or not. On this particular day, I was wearing my amber lycra bathing suit. It hugged my body tight--and in just the right places, so when I walked about it massaged and rubbed oh so delicately against my flesh. I had barely been out sunning myself on the back deck of my parents palatial palace when my mother asked me to retrieve something for her in the attic. Okay, our home was an old two-story ranch with a walk-up attic, and when I stepped foot into the attic, I realized just how old the home was. I hadn't been up in the attic since I moved out three years ago, and some things I started digging through had been up there ever since I was born some twenty years prior to that. A thick layer of dust coated the entire room. My mission was to find an old photo album that my grandfather wanted back. I started rummaging around, creating quite a stir. Dust flew everywhere. I felt a sneeze coming on and began to inhale, nostrils tickling. My suit became tight. I inhaled, wiggling my nose, trying to get the dust out, trying not to sneeze, but I couldn't quite control the forthcoming sneeze. I gulped in air, and my suit front bulged. My breasts were getting bigger and bigger. I couldn't help it! I brought a hand up and rubbed my nose and that cured me of the sneeze--but it had not helped my poor bosoms. The new amber lycra swimsuit had stretched but remained snug against my now enormous bust. I placed my hands on the big round growths, feeling my breasts' fullness. The suit was wonderfully taut and as I moved about testing it, I moaned. The suit, pulled tight against my skin, was arousing me in those pleasurable areas. I sat down on a little wood bench that was once my grandfather's, stirring up the dust again. Another sneeze came on and I inhaled, nose wiggling and tickling. The amber suit grew tighter and tighter as my chest ballooned out bigger and bigger. I laid back and held my trembling inflating breasts as I inhaled and then--AH-CHOO!! I didn't deflate, but the whole earthshaking sneeze set off a chain reaction--my bust started quaking and heaving, which caused the beautiful amber suit to pull and rub, which caused me to cry out in orgasmic delight, which caused me to breath rapidly, which caused my whole body to start to inflate! The suit expanded as I grew larger and larger. My mother called up and asked if I'd found the photos. I answered her, voice shaky, and told her I found the photo album but was looking at some other stuff and I'd be back down in a minute. It wasn't a lie. I had ballooned so large that it would take me several minutes to shrink back down to a workable, manageable size. The amber swim suit was the best suit yet--being able to contain a girl who was now the size of a weather balloon packed between floor and ceiling!

7498

Prose that Blows 5 - Taboo (2011), Prose that Blows Runner-Up: Most Original Story

Female Inflation

Belly Inflation

None

4

6

Dougal Macintosh, renowned mesmerist, dashingly swept through the Empire's second city in his stylish black cape. Since Princess Victoria's convenient demise, his family's pneumatics concerns had risen dirigible-like through the smoky vapours of Glaswegian society. One brother devised the Pneumatic Analytical Engine, and the other headed the North British Atmospheric Railway Corporation, whose air-driven carriages vigorously thrust through the tunnels beneath the former Dear Green Place. Yet beneath his dark brocaded waistcoat beat a heart of jet-black dastardliness. Esmaralda Campbell had attended Mr Macintosh's Kelvinbridge rooms, succumbing meekly to his animal magnetism in the ardent hope of flushing her circulatory obstructions. Now she was beside the track itself under Kelvinbridge Railway Station, tied to a disused rail track with an hose in her mouth whose other end was in the thrust tube of the atmospheric railway above. "Esmaralda Campbell, awake!" Her eyes snapped open. Her first sight was the ceiling vault. Then she became aware of the rubber flavour in her mouth and the need to gag. "Let me explain, my dear. In one minute the 9:30 am to Dunbarton will arrive above us, driven by the Broomielaw air engine. Once she passes, the air pushing the magnificent beast will surge into your belly. This will continue until I have decided your dimensions are sufficient." She could already hear the squeaking of the train wheels as it approached the station overhead. It ground to a halt above the ceiling and there was a bustle of alighting passengers. At any moment, the guard would sound his whistle and – she trembled at the thought of her fate. Soon the fateful note of her demise issued from the railwayman's mouth. The train slid off. Forthwith, the weight of the vehicle would pass and the full force of the wind behind would be surging into her tight-laced form. The carriages had left the station. Immediately she felt the rush of air into her, becoming acutely aware of the tightness of her stays. It was pressing her against the whalebone with insistence, crowding her viscera yet she could emit no peep for the gale entering her. She could catch her breath on the overflowing wind in her throat but tension was building and squeezing her. Her corset began to creak and the drawstring from her bloomers cut into her waist. In a most unladylike development, she needed to break wind most calamitously. Mr Macintosh cackled evilly as she struggled to hold it in. It just wasn't done, even in such circumstances as these. Still her laces strained, still she felt the build-up of pressure, yet she must resist, for decorum's sake. Macintosh made his way over to her and produced a rapier from his sword stick slicing ruthlessly through her front strings. Immediately, her belly blossomed forth and she felt the pressure on her fundament relieve slightly. "Are you with child, woman?" asked Mr Macintosh with a sinister leer, for her burgeoning belly resembled nothing so much as that of a mother-to-be in confinement. Yet still the distant pistons thrust the air into her. Her front filled with air like the sails of a tea clipper. She heroically strove to hold the pressure within her. She would sooner burst than permit herself such an embarrassment in front of this gentleman. That moment, if it came, must now be soon. Mr Macintosh finally corked the hose, untied her and offered a hand. Her belly was a ripe tropical fruit from the Indies. She gazed down in disbelief at her rotundity. As she rose from her supine position, she knew she must contain the air at all costs. Now he removed the hose entirely and she was forced to fight the battle on two fronts, above and below. Eructation now would mean never holding her head up in polite society again. She was a globe like John Bull, but she must contain herself. Mr Macintosh finally permitted her to leave. As she strolled through Kelvingrove Park with her shattered stays about her, none of the onlookers could have guessed at the immense quantities of air inside the abdomen of this apparently pregnant lady, and the magnificent British pluck exhibited by her stiff lower lips, but she must make her way home without a single puff of relief for the sake of womanhood and the empire.

30624

Female Inflation

Breast Inflation, Butt Inflation

None

4.2

10

Hi, my name is Carry. I'm kinda special. You see a few years ago I happened to have something happen to me. I was inflated by accident. Now I can will myself to inflate. It's rather fun sometimes. It can scare some people and excite others. I myself find it amusing. I was walking downtown in the city I live in, coming home from work. I work at a toy store. My apartment is a few blocks away so I just always walk there. I normally pass a party store that sells costumes, balloons and assorted fun stuff. That evening I thought I'd go in and have a look around. Entering the store I saw something that caught my attention. It was a full bodysuit. It was teal, had leggings with feet, full long sleeves with finger gloves and a hood with an open face. Kinda of a catsuit. I asked the clerk about it. He told me it was a one of a kind costume. It was designed to conform to the wearer. I asked that that meant. He told me that whoever wears it can make it do whatever they want. I had to have it. It wasn't cheap, but I got it! It was only a block to my modest apartment. I quickly opened .the door and ran down the hall shedding my coat and shoes. As I flopped onto my bed I took the suit out of the bag and examined it closer. It felt silky smooth,cool to the touch and was very light weight. In fact, it was so light that when I saw a piece of paper in the hood and took it out to examine it, the suit hung in the air after I set it down. I was stunned! It was floating inches above my bed. I started to read the paper. It was an instruction manual. It said: To whoever owns this suit, it will do what you want when you want, but beware, it will create a new you. Put it on and think of what you want. The suit well forever be able to do that task over and over. It is only capable of repeating the same task that you first ask it to do so choose wisely. This peaked my interest and I started to think about what I wanted the suit to do for me. I have an inflation fetish, a desire to change my appearance and perform body transformations...you know sex changes. I've always wondered what it's like to be a guy. I prefer inflating but was curious about the other stuff. Getting up from the bed, I was excited about my find. Pacing the room, I'd finally came to a conclusion. I quickly removed my socks, skirt blouse. As I stood in front of my full length closet mirror, I saw myself: long platinum blonde hair, perkey size B breasts and a runner's lean body. I've always prided myself on being lean and fit. My boyfriend is always telling me I needed to become a fashion model. Returning to my bed, I grabbed the suit and looked for a way to put it on. There wasn't a zipper or any visible way to get into it so I put my foot into the neck hole and pulled it up my leg. As I pulled it up my leg, I felt a tingling sensation. My foot went into the leg and as it entered the foot area, my leg felt as though it wanted to float. It took some effort to keep my weight on the floor. Then came the left leg. As it went into the suit, I had to sit down on my bed. To my surprise, my right leg lifted off the ground and floated in front of me. I continued with my left leg and received another stronger tingle course thru my body. Left leg in! By now I had the suit on both my legs and they both were outstretched as though resting on a foot stool. It was with some effort that I was able to pull my legs down and stand up. It felt like I was standing in a swimming pool with balloons tied to my feet. I felt so buoyant! It was a challenge to keep my balance. I bent over to gather the top half when I lost my balance and fell with a THUD; flat on my face. Ouch that hurt. Rolling over on my bottom my feet and legs lifted into the air. I was latterly laying on my back, feet and legs skyward. My heart was racing. I laid there trying to figure how to pull the body over my bottom and get my arms into the sleeves. So I slid across the floor and pulled myself onto my bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, legs outstretched, I bounced and managed to pull the bottom over my waist and hips. This is when I felt as though I would be lifted off the bed. I was so light. It felt as though I were a balloon with just enough lift to hover. My heart went into over drive. I was shaking with anticipation as I slipped my left arm into the sleeve and put my hand into the glove. I dipped my shoulder into the suit and did the same with my right arm and shoulder. That's when the suit stood me up. I had no choice, the lift was so intense! I stood there on my toe tips, so buoyant, so light. Then came the last piece, the hood. By this point I was barely able to keep in one spot. The ceiling fan was creating a draft in the room and I was like a ballet dancer on my toes drifting around. Trembling with anticipation, I pulled the hood over my head. Earlier I noticed the hood had a hole on the back so I'd put my hair into a pony tail. As I lifted the hood and inserted the pony tail into the hole, my toes released from the ground. I was floating just above the floor. I couldn't believe what was happening. When the hood fitted over my head something happened that I hadn't anticipated. All my weight returned and I fell to the floor. Then something else happened, the suit disappeared, there I stood in my panties and bra aghast at what was going on. I just stood there staring at myself in the mirror. I couldn't believe I'd been duped. $3000 gone. Putting on my sweats and a baggy t-shirt I went back to the store, fuming the whole way. No sooner had I stepped outside when I realized something was happening to me. I had jumped off the curb to cross the street when I felt it, I was losing weight. My step was lighter than normal and I could feel my chest pulling upwards. Placing my hands on my chest, I couldn't feel anything happening. I stopped walking and jumped up. My return to the ground was anything but normal. I hung in the air for a couple seconds, then like a three day old balloon I slowly returned. This startled me to say the least. I felt a panic well up inside me. The consequences of me getting lighter than air while outside...well lets say, not good. Turning around I started to run towards the door. With each step I found myself bouncing higher and covering more ground. Soon enough I was back inside my building. That's when I noticed my expansion. My baggy shirt wasn't so baggy. My chest looked like there were two 18" balloons under my shirt. Reaching behind me it felt like my panties were giving me a most uncomfortable wedgie. My behind, legs and calves were filling my sweat pants and growing, even my shoulders felt blown up. Patting my chest felt like bopping two balloons. The sound was hollow. As I was exploring my new pneumatic self, I suddenly realized my feet weren't on the ground. I was slowly rising towards the ceiling. My pants couldn't contain my butt or legs and with a long slow rip they burst apart at the seams. The waist band held together, but the legs tore. My breasts had pulled my shirt up and it looked as though I were wearing a crop top shirt or a tent. The next thing I knew I had reached the ceiling and was pinned up against it. That's when he entered the building. Looking up at me with a huge grin on his face was my boyfriend. He reached up grabbed my leg and pulled. I floated down into his arms and he wrapped them around my normal sized waist. I put my arms around his neck and buried his face with my balloon boobs. Reaching around his body with my legs I could feel the strength of my inflation trying to lift him. He seemed very pleased with my situation as he walked me into my apartment. Finding some string he tied it around my leg then to the sofa. I just floated like a toy balloon. He asked what happened and I told him the story. He laughed at my predicament and asked how I'd plan on getting down. All I could think was to just let the gas escape naturally. I told him that it should naturally deflate. When I said deflate, I began to feel gas escaping from my rear and burps from my mouth. Slowly I could feel myself sinking to the floor and as my feet touched down I could feel my weight returning. Now you know my story. I've learned to control my inflationary assets. I'm loving each aspect. I've also learned I can inflate other people too. My boyfriend has enjoyed that.

7496

Prose that Blows 5 - Taboo (2011), stuffing

Female Inflation

Full Body Inflation, Stuffing

Offscreen

3.5

4

This is a transcript from an audio recording that have been found in the crater of the Miss C. Plenty Building by the current team of investigator. Given Miss C. Plenty exceptional physical condition and intentions mentioned in this document, without a doubt this should clear all mysteries surrounding this incident: "- Madam, I found a document you may find most interesting (this voice have been identified as Mrs. X (name classified for the proceeding), private aid for Miss C. Plenty) - Another girl pigging herself and getting all stuffed? I've seen them all I'm afraid; fresh faces maybe, but deliciously overfed and outstretched bodies I've seen as far as it can go, and right now I myself is the pinnacle of excess that can be reached; just look how VAST I am (confirmed as Miss C. Plenty voice)... (Soft sound, assumed from Miss C. Plenty patting her record–sized body) - This one managed to... Well, I'll let you ear (Mrs. X again, followed by click from a tape deck) - I'm so hungry ... (a third voice played from a tape recorder; Unknown woman) I'm so hungry; I'll have a colossal meal and fill me up until I can't take it anymore... ...now that's was a good meal! It feels so good to be so full! I ate so much I'm round and puffy! I should finish rounding it up by having some more dessert... ...I should be done eating now; I'm literally stuffing myself up like a cream puff! I like the feeling of getting so round and so full... ...I really should stop pigging myself up like that, or I going make myself explode if don't stop soon, I must be about three time my original size by now... ...how can I keep engulfing all these dessert? I turned into a gigantic cow; I'm as fat as a beached whale! Ooohhh, why be reasonable at this point? Better just keep on eating; I just want to make myself even WIDER... ...Ooohhh, I can't get much more without exploding like a bomb... I can't even reach my belly button with both hands... I'm downright MOUNTAINEOUS! Ooohhh, more dessert, I don't want to burst, but I'm soooooo hungry... ...Ooohhh! I feel so good, so fulfilled, so beautiful! I'm fat as a Zeppelin about to burst, and I really should stop, but I just got to finish these last few cakes, marshmallow and brownies... ...Ooohhh! My body is SOOOO tight; I'm at absolute, absolute bursting point, a lady cream puff pastry filled by gallons and gallons of sugary goods... ...Ooohhh! I'll stop right after that bite to avoid exploding... right... after... that last one... ...just... that... tiny... little... last... chocolaty... bite... ... KABA BABA BOOM! (loud static screeches, end of tape) - She ate... she ate up until she just went... BANG! So... It can be done! Ooohhh, I never dreamed a body could simply reach such a climax... It means that I can do it! With all the body mass I gained and build over the year in order to get as magnificent and disproportionate as my dreams I never even fantasize I could DO such a feat! But now I see; it's the only way I can go on! YES! Oooohhh YES (Miss C. Plenty again)! Evacuate the whole building except the 15th floor; have my XXXL satin bed sheet ready and my grand night nightgown fixed and perfumed, bring in my masseuse and her aids for a full body work (especially my breasts, hips, behind and belly; they must all stretch and fill up as much as they can in the process); Double the kitchen staff, and have the cook ready: I'm having the same thing this girl on the tape had... Oh, given my size, just to make sure, double, triple the portions by four! Being at it have an air compressor ready, just in case I need an extra push to make it happen; no turning back! When I get to point where I... Well, do it all the way and well over, you'll hear. Stuff cotton up your ears for safety, but you'll hear... A loud, thundering, house levering climax meaning that my formidable bulk, appetite and lust cumulated and the only appropriate way for me to go just like that excessive beauty we just heard... ...with a terrible, magnificent KABOOM!" (end of transcript)

28859

shrinking, tech

Female Inflation

Full Body Inflation

None

3.7

7

"Computer, authorisation code Theta Hylan X-ray, one,one, three,eight." "Authorisation confirmed, awaiting input..." "Begin security run-amuck, code-name 'trust no one'" "Working, run-amuck in effect, program termination only on voice override for clearence level six and above..." Kelli relaxed then, her use of Marks paranoia program was a success. She was safely shielded from the security camera's of the facility for the duration of her little experiment. The only persons who could override the program were Mark, herself, and the facilities directors. She turned to regard the empty lab area, wishing Mark were here to help her, but he was at home. She regretted the deception, but she couldn't wait any longer, she had to inflate. Entering the test chamber she closed the doors securely, pausing to activate the cameras in there. "Might as well film it, there might be some good data available."she mused as she readied herself on the dias. She gave herself the injections and proceeded to wait... She felt a slight dizziness as the flexi-drugs took effect, and she amused herself by pulling on the skin on her stomach and thighs. "Ohh, I can't wait untill these start filling up, its gonna feel so good!" The inflation started then, as she felt a stirring deep within her breasts. They started to swell before her eyes and she couldn't resist the urge to start running her hands all over the blossoming flesh. She then felt the same feelings in the area of her stomach and again she was exploring the new delights there. As the inflation continued she began to have difficulty in moving her arms, her breasts had elarged to the point that she couldn't reach her nipples and the inflation was starting to affect her arms. She was content to just watch herself in the mirror on the wall opposite her as she inflated. "Ohh, ahhh, its wonderful, I can feel myself stretching out all over, I just wish Mark was here to enjoy it with me." She was rapidly getting the rounded appearence of the woman she watched earlier in the day, and she knew that total inflation was only moments away. Little did Kelli know, but when she used Marks program she set off his watchdog, a little subroutine he had put in just in case she tried something like this. At this time Mark was charging down the corridors to the lab, cursing a blue-streak at his assistant for her foolishness. "What the hell does she think she's doing, with no back-up in case of a problem? She survives this and there will be hell to pay..." Mark burst into the room just as Kelli was reaching full expansion. She really did look like a ball with extremities. "Okay Kelli, what do you have to say for yourself?" as he keyed the mike into the chamber. "Just how were you going to deflate, with no one around to administer the injection?" Kelli gave a weak smile at that. She had forgotten about the need for the deflation injection in her rush to inflate. Mark then smiled a wicked leer at her, and said, "I think you need to be taught a lesson young lady, I think you can remain at that size for awhile, at least until I think your ready to return..." Kelli felt one supreme rush at Mark's words, and she realised that for all his posturing and bluff, he wasn't mad at her. In fact, he sounded slightly happy that she had done this. With this she realised that she really cared for Mark and would be happy to be his mate instead of his assistant. Mark entered the room and rubbed his hands together,"Now heres where the fun begins. How do I get you out of here and back home at this size?" Kelli blinked and started to worry, Mark wanted her out of the lab? What exactly did he have in mind? Mark gently rolled her off the dias and out of the chamber."Whee, what a feeling. Remember when, as a kid you would roll down a hill, magnify it ten times and thats what that felt like."Kelli remarked as Mark looked at her strangely. "Mark, why are you taking me out of the lab?"Kelli asked. "Ohh, I can think of a better place to punish you my dear" Mark said with a wink. "Ahh, the volume reduction lab, thats where the answer is" with this cryptic remark he headed off, leaving Kelli rocking in the middle of the lab with no way of righting herself. Kelli began to worry at this. 'Whats he up to, that lab is where they are working on the shrinking.......' Her thoughts trailed off as the ramifications of what was there hit her. 'No he wouldn't,would he?' Somehow the thought of being shrunk at her present state didn't scare her, as much as it excited her. 'how small will he make me?' She knew the shrink-ray as it was called was portable, and that he had the authority to sign it out of the lab for field tests. Whistling a jaunty tune, Mark wheeled the vol-reduc field generator into the lab. "What do you think Kelli, ready for a game of b-ball, you've got the shape for it?"he said with a grin. With that he positioned Kelli in the field generation area and programmed it to reduce her to the size of a basketball. As the field took effect, her excess material was stored in the machine for later re-integration. Within minutes she was small enough for Mark to pick up. Snagging the sports bag he kept under his desk , Mark put Kelli in it and started off pushing the V.R.F-G. towards his waiting vehicle for the ride home. "This is going to be an interesting weekend, thank god its a long one" he commented to himself with a smile.....

4589

Prose that Blows 2 - Summer Fun (2010), Prose that Blows Winner: Most Disturbing Story, water

Female Inflation

Full Body Inflation

Messy

4.2

6

Aim. Fire. A thin stream lanced out from the plastic gun and into plastic clown's wide grin. Atop its hat protruded a pink balloon which swelled at rate faster than his rivals. Within seconds, it popped; a bell rang to signify his victory. "Winner!" shouted the booth operator from around his cigar. The rivals scuffled off to seek their glory elsewhere in Funland while the operator waved the youth over to the side. "You been out in the heat all day, kid," he said between puffs of his cigar. "You ain't fed up yet?" "I enjoy the challenge," the young man lied. "That's what I thought. I got a real good game for ya, one that I don't show to just nobody. Follow me into the back." The operator threw a latch that dropped shudders with a metal sign reading "Closed" over the open areas of his booth. He then on pulled a metal ring attached to a trap door in the pavement. Cool air rushed up from the hatch, cooling the youth's skin. He watched the operator descend a ladder into the underground, and followed after a prompting "C'mon!" Subterranean Funland was a labyrinth, with corridors leading every which way and fluorescent ceiling lamps highlighted every imperfection in the cement walls. Paths diverged to the maintenance hatches of roller coasters, rooms filled with antique equipment, and humongous freezers. Pipes crossing through every path wound their way to every area of the park. The two passed the open chamber under the merry-go-round; from below, the ride was nothing more than a multitude of dancing poles frenetically stabbing through the ceiling. After a series of turns, the two approached a solid steel door. The operator jangled a ring of keys and withdrew one splattered with red paint. The lock turning echoed into the room beyond. The operator shut the door behind them and the room became pitch black. The young man's heartbeat intensified as his imagination rampaged. The operator clicked the light switch and black light flooded the room. A row of five stools sat before a counter. All but the middle stool had a body was slumping over a large box on the counter. Everything in the room, bodies include, was tattooed with symbols glowing in the black light – red flames, purple skulls, blue waves, green swirls, all vivid in the UV lighting. The operator pushed at something and the bodies suddenly jerked upright. Like marionettes on tangled wires, they rattled, jerked and twitched. The youth turned to where the operator stood to find nothing; he had been left alone a room full of strangers. Click. Thump. Screech. "Entrance of the Gladiators" rasped from unseen speakers. The boxes before the bodies fell apart to unveil a gun while the wall gave way to reveal that the room was raised above another chamber. Through the chain-link fencing that covered the outer room, the youth saw a five enormous clown heads, greased in a sickly rainbow of glowing paint. They had mouths like snakes, with fangs protruding from their unhinged jaws, and strobe lights in their eye sockets. A body with its arms drawn back stood, ankles shackled, atop their heads, each one glowing with colored symbols. They had a feminine shape, and all but the one in the middle writhed and shook. Each one wore a glowing blindfold, colored pasties over their breasts, with a matching "X" over their mouths. "Take your positions!" scratched the operator's voice through an intercom. The young man hesitantly took the empty stool and gripped the gun. The operator's voice dropped to a whisper and hissed through the intercom, "This game is for people like you." The youth leaned forward and looked around to get a glimpse at the people who were like him. He immediately wished he hadn't; they each had gaping holes where eyes should have been and mouths forced back into snarls. Their teeth chattered at an inhuman rate. Fighting the urge to run, the youth kept his face forward and eyes locked on the women writhing on clown heads. "Aim." "Fire." They pulled their triggers. Brackish fluid spurted from their guns and into the clowns' mouths. The young man's heart skipped a beat, his face flushed, and his jaw dropped. The slim torsos of the five women were swelling ... just like balloons. The operator was right – the game was most certainly for people like him. And he wanted to win. The girls' writhing intensified as their bellies skyrocketed passed any reasonably realistic proportion, still with the exception of the girl in the middle. Despite her belly bulging out the largest, she remained still. As their bodies distended further, a loud snap was heard that echoed four more times. The girls' arms came free to show their right hands holding a sign on a stick. In glowing red letters they read: "Please stop!" "It's too much" "I'm real." "I'll explode!" "Help me!" The young man took no notice as he white-knuckled his trigger until the girl in the middle, his girl, began to flail. "She's real?" he muttered under his breath. "Yes," hissed the four gunsmen. "I can't do this," he lied. The bodies of the women had grown so large that they enveloped their arms and legs. The signs held by the anthropomorphic balloons clattered to the floor. The music stopped, and all the young man could hear was the menacing creak of the bulging, bulbous, bouncy, balloon women as their limits were reached. The gunmen ceased their fire and slumped back over their gun. All the youth could see was his girl – the biggest balloon of them all, her head touching the ceiling. With a bloodcurdling bang, a flood of warm red, and a shower of chunky confetti, he won the race. A bell rang to signify his victory. "Sounds like you got your prize, kid," said the operator to the young man whose laughter echoed throughout the labyrinth beneath Funland.

217

floating

Female Inflation

Breast Inflation

None

3.6

7

Shelley gets revenge on the woman who tried to steal her man. "You have reached 555-7833. We can't come to the phone right now, but if you leave your name and number after the tone, we'll get back to you as soon as possible." Shelley listened for the message as she kept stirring her surprise dinner for her special guest. "Hi Shelley, its Eileen. Just letting you know I'm looking forward to tonight. Glad you're not mad at me any more. See you later." The answering machine clicked and hummed as the taped rewound back to the beginning, ready for the next caller. 'Why should I be mad at you?' Shelley thought. 'Roger came back to me after you got tired of him and dropped him for the next man you saw. But a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.' Two hours later Shelley was straightening out the table cloth and looking to make sure everything was ready. The doorbell rang. "Its show time," Shelley mumbled as she walked to the front door. Eileen was dressed in a summer dress with a flowery pattern. Her white sandals matched her white purse. Her long blonde hair hung down around her shoulders, catching the summer sun. She smiled as she lifted a box with silvery wrapping paper and a bow. "Thank you so much for having me over." Shelley reflected on her black shoes and blue dress, and tried not to feel outdressed in her own home. "I figured since there's nothing for us to be mad at each other over, why not bury the hatchet." Shelley said, taking the present as Eileen entered. Pulling off the bow and paper, Shelley opened the box to find a budda clock. The clock was in the middle of budda's belly. "How nice," Shelley said trying hard not to sneer at the gaudy gift. "I know just where to put it." Shelley walked over to the mantel of the imitation fireplace between the living room and bedroom walls, pushed aside a flower vase already occupying the center, and put the clock in its place. She took a moment to swallow at the ridiculous figure looking at her before turning back to her guest. Shelley brought out a silver tray with a tea on it, then spent the next half hour putting up with Eileen's innuendoes, left handed compliments and 'accidental' insults. "Oh, no thank you," Eileen said as she put her hand over her cup, keeping Shelley from pouring a third cup of tea. "It'll spoil my appetite." Shelley smiled as she thought, 'Not enough sugar for another cup anyway.' Instead, she simply stood, smiled, and motioned to the dining room. Shelley led Eileen into the dining room, and pulled out the captain's chair at Eileen's end of the table. "Thank you," Eileen smiled, not seeing Shelley stick her tongue out at her as she helped push her chair in. Eileen shifted in her seat to get comfortable, and kicked something under the table. As Shelley went into the kitchen she looked under the table cloth she saw a tall, circular metal canister holding up the table. As Shelley came back into the dining room with a covered tray, Eileen asked, "Did your table have an accident?" "What?" Shelley asked, more afraid that her plan might be discovered than asking for more information. But Eileen was having too much of a good time embarrassing her host. "It looks like we're eating on top of a kiddie pool or something," Eileen continued. "Oh, that." Shelley was sure sweat was beading up on her forehead. "A screw fell out of one leg, and my father removed all of them rather than put something under just the one and put whatever it is under everything." "Excuse me?" Eileen was looking at Shelley, trying hard not to laugh. Shelley put the serving tray on the table and lifted the cover, exposing two steaming soup dishes. "Mmmm," Eileen mewed, as Shelley placed the dish closet to Eileen in front of her, then placed the opposite dish to her place setting. "Smells good." "Thank you," Shelley said to the first genuine kind thing Eileen had said all evening. "Its a special recipe." Eileen had her eyes closed, savoring the aroma of her dish as she shook open her napkin and placed it on her lap. "May we be truly thankful for what we are about to receive," Shelley prayed. Shelley interrupted Eileen as she reached for her soup spoon. "You might want to use your fork." Eileen smiled, put her soup spoon down, and picked up her salad fork. "Will this do?" she asked. "That should do just fine," Shelley smiled as she replied. Eileen poked the fork into the soup, swept across the bowl, and came up with what looked liked a long brown noodle. Seeing Shelley had a fork full of brown noodles, she twisted the noodle around her fork a couple of times, then lifted the morsel to her mouth. Shelley held her breath as Eileen took another moment to savor the aroma of her treat before opening her mouth and depositing it, at which time Shelley took a deep breath of relief and let it out nice and slow. "Mmm-mmm! This is delicious!" Eileen said as she sucked up the noodle like a long strand of spaghetti. Shelley continued to fork out small bunches of noodles from her dish. "Mmm-mmm!" Eileen continued as she drew up the long noodle. She went back and forth from twirling it on her fork and hooking it on her fork for almost three minutes. Then she finally realized something was not right. "Uh, Shelley?" Eileen whispered as she slurped up a length of the noodle. Still no sign of the end of the noodles end. "Excuse me, but something seems a little strange here," she continued, trying to find the end of the noodle as she spoke. Alas, more noodle appeared as she did so. "Didn't your mother ever tell you its impolite to talk with food in your mouth?" Shelley teased. "Yes she did," Eileen replied as she continued to pull up noodle length after noodle length. "And please don't misunderstand, this is really, REALLY good," and took three more mouthfuls as if to confirm this, "but where does it end?" Shelley calmly put her spoon in her bowl, stood up, and walked over to her dinner guest. As she bent over and said, "I'm sorry?" in her most congenial voice, she noticed that the noodle like strand had slowly increased in diameter to where it was now the size of a #2 pencil. "Its just that this doesn't seem to be right," Eileen continued as she sucked up a couple of lengths of 'noodle'. "Oh my!" Shelley said in mock concern and waited for Eileen to suck up more of her 'soup'. The bowl was now less than half full. "I didn't realize I had given you such a small portion." Eileen sucked up more of the broth as she watched Shelley pull the table cloth off the table, sending dishes, glasses, and silverware flying across the room. What was revealed was a normal two piece extendible table top. "I would never want anyone to say they left here hungry," Shelley said in a less than hospitable tone. Still trying to find the end of her noodle, Eileen watched as Shelley pulled the two table leaves apart. Beneath, the container supporting the table was filled with the same soup-like substance as her bowl. Shelley picked up Eileen's bowl and dropped it, bowl and all, into the new batch. "Enjoy," Shelley mocked. Shelley grabbed Eileen's purse from beside the captain's chair and threw it into the living room. Eileen tried to push herself away from the table, but Shelley had her foot behind the captain's chair. "You aren't leaving so soon, are you?" Shelley mocked into Eileen's ear as she stepped around behind her guest. "Around here we were taught to clean our plates before leaving the table." Eileen reached up to pull herself free from whatever it was Shelley was feeding her. She wrapped both hands around the now clothes line thick cord hanging from her mouth and pulled. Her hands slipped down the gooey substance, so she wrapped it around her index finger once and pulled. "Ow!" she cried at the pain from deep with in her. "Now, now," Shelley said. "We mustn't do that again. We might hurt ourselves." Shelley patted Eileen on the shoulder as she walked around to the side of the table and faced the woman who had caused her so much pain. "You think a few kind words can make up for what you did to me?" Shelley asked. "You think a smile can rebuild bridges? You think 'I'm sorry' makes up for everything you do?" Eileen sat, unblinking at the wild woman standing before her. She suddenly found herself inhaling another long length of the delicious noodle. 'I have to be careful,' Eileen thought. 'She's almost over the edge.' Shelley suddenly took a deep breath, then another, and the redness left her face as she forced herself to remain calm. "I suppose," Shelley continued, "that, aside from taking Thomas away from me, you would like an explanation." Eileen simply nodded her head. Then, without warning, she sat up straight as more of her delicious dinner made its way into her mouth. "Oh, don't worry about that," Shelley said as she went back to her own chair and sat down. "It has something to do with digestion. But I'll get to that later." "You know my father is a chemist, right?" Eileen nodded and gulped again. Shelley smiled, knowing she had her adversary right where she wanted. "He's been trying to find a way to bind sugar together and make it a strong polymer." Eileen showed no sign of understanding. She just looked surprised as she swallowed another portion of food. She wanted to dislike it, but couldn't. "He's found a way," Shelley went on, "to bond glucose at the second, fourth, and sixth carbons." Eileen looked at the noodle, which had now grown to the diameter of a garden hose, as she realizes what she was eating was pure sugar! And for some reason, as she involuntarily swallowed another larger portion, that she couldn't help herself from swallowing. Expecting the onset of an upset stomach, she reached down to her tummy. She was distracted from her concern for indigestion when she brushed past her breasts. 'Were they bigger?' Eileen thought. Then immediately doubted her sanity. How could they be bigger. Besides, she had more important things to pay attention to than her imagination. "Hey!" brought her attention back to Shelley. "This is for your benefit, you know!" "Now where was I. Oh yeah. Dad was trying to come up with a polymer strand that could be used in textile." Eileen swallowed again, against her will, and felt her breast push out against her elbow. Her eyes opened wide as she realized she was getting bigger with each swallow! And whatever the stuff was, was getting thicker and thicker with each 'bite'. It wasn't her imagination! It was really happening! "Unfortunately," Shelley said, kicking the table to get Eileen's attention back, "the stuff doesn't store very well. Not in its finished form. You mix up a batch, and next day its worthless." Eileen was not listening. She was feeling. She swallowed. Her breasts bulged. She swallowed, her breasts bulged. She tried not to swallow. No use. She still swallowed. Was she swallowing faster? Eileen's breasts started pushing against the table. She moved her captain's chair away from the table, and Shelley jumped to her feet as she thought Eileen had found a way to make a break. Then settled down when she knew Eileen wasn't going anywhere. "If you leave it in a bulk container, it solidifies. If you draw it out as some sort of string, rope, or cord it not only binds itself into one big blob on the spindle, but it gets moldy to boot. Overnight!" Eileen had become quite uncomfortable. Her breasts were growing. She could see where the 'rope' was deeper between her swelling mounds. Shelley smiled as she watched Eileen squirm. "Serves you right!" she said outright. Swallow after involuntary swallow was all Eileen was focused on. Her flesh was starting to push up out of her dress. She lifted herself up to relieve the upward pull on her dress. "Seven years of his life! For nothing!" Shelley raved. Eileen looked down at the vat of sugary slime. It had gone down about a quarter of the way. She looked at her billowing endowments, and shuddered at the aspects. She lifted herself up out of the chair to relieve the pull on her dress again. This time, when she sat down, the only thing between her and the captain chair was her panties. "So he looked into the possibility of using it as a confection." Eileen looked up at Shelley. Not because she was listening, but because, between swallows, she was trying to think of something to say. There was no more material under her to relieve the pull against her dress. Now, as she expanded with each swallow, the material lifted. Whatever it was going into her was taking up more space than was really available under her dress. "That didn't work either!" Shelley was flailing her arms in the air. Eileen suddenly realized she should be on the highest sugar rush of her life. But that wasn't happening. As the liquid in the vat continued to drain into her, blowing her up like a human blimp, her dress was pulled up to where the hem was just under her erect nipples. A creaking of wood followed by a loud crash distracted Shelley from her ranting. The legs of the captain's chair had collapsed under Eileen's new bulk. The seat had survived, and the picture of Eileen with her gigantic boobs, and a long cock-sized rope protruding from her mouth almost made Shelley laugh. The comic thought was replaced by something else. Shelley licked her lips and she felt a twitch down in her pussy. Shelley actually started to rub herself at the sight of Eileen deep throating what looked like the biggest cock she had ever seen!. Eileen let out a groan as the material of her dress was pulled to the limit. She could no longer see into the vat to see how much of the mystery substance was left. The material between her boobs was bunching up in areas where it had stretched beyond anything it was meant for. "I... I... Dad.... He..." was all Shelley could mumble as she reached over and started to stroke the long shaft from the vat to Eileen. But, as it was the wrong texture, she was able to snap out of it. Still, the giant breasts which now lay before her brought forth new, strange sensations. Shelley walked over and, as she continued her rhetoric, started fondling the huge, growing orbs. Eileen tried again to retreat from Shelley's unwanted attention. The material was tearing where it had been stretched too far. Way too far. "He made up several batches," as she pinched the now cork sized nipples. Eileen cried out with surprise and tried to move away, but her new size, and the thick limb she was swallowing, kept her from getting anywhere. "..and fed them to lab rats." Shelley's tone had softened to that of a lover as she palmed first the left, then the right dinner plate aureole. Eileen's looked like she had a one liter bottle in her mouth as she swallowed with each breath. And her breath came faster with the attention her giant melons were getting! "The male rats just got fat." Shelley was now running her palms over Eileen's big boobs like she was applying suntan lotion. Eileen was making some sort of noise, but nothing understandable as she shuddered under Shelley's hands. "I think you know what happened to the female rats." The tears in Eileen's cleavage had grown into one large rip, threatening to give way at any moment. Eileen shivered as Shelley bent to kiss the exposed cleavage. Shelley was back at her end of the table, still massaging Eileen's expanding breasts as she was slowly backed into the corner near the kitchen door. The dress ripped itself into a hanging shred of rags as the material gave up its fight against the onslaught of Eileen's breasts. Eileen was shocked as she felt something slap her knees, then slide up toward her private area. She realized it was the end of her meal as it slid across her boobs, dipping momentarily down into her massive cleavage before disappearing down her throat. She still had to swallow several times to clear her throat. "And for some reason, once the polymer gets past the stomach into the intestines, it seems the body somehow initiates peristalsis and pulls it in." Shelley stood as Eileen, her mouth empty for the first time in an hour, started shouting obscenities that would have made a sailor blush. After a few minutes she started to lose steam until she finally broke into tears. "Why did you do this to me?" She wept. "I had to teach you a lesson about stealing other women's men." "A lesson?!? You've ruined my life!" Eileen shrieked. "No problem there. All you have to do is find a guy that like big boobs." "Are you kidding? These aren't large! They're humungous! They're TOO-OO big!" "They won't stay that way for long," Shelley said in an almost comforting voice. "Really?" Eileen asked through her tears. "Sure. Those lab rats I mentioned?" Shelley paused to see if Eileen was paying attention. She was. "It seems the sugar has to unravel itself before the body can digest it" After a moment, Eileen realized what Shelley was saying. "That means I'm going to triple in size!" she shrieked. "Not that," Shelley went on. Eileen was listening to see if Shelley was going to console her with good news, or if she was about to drop the other boot. "But it seems the body deals with the polymer differently than it does with normal sugar." Eileen closed her eyes tight and brought her hands up to her ears. She was reacting like a scared child. She figured if she didn't hear what Shelley said, it wouldn't happen. Right? "The body converts it directly to H2O and carbon dioxide." Eileen had heard. Now she was hearing something else. She was hearing a low hiss from somewhere. Eileen took her hands away from her ears to see where the sound was coming from. Without her hands against her ears she couldn't here it. But she knew it was there. And she knew where it was coming from. It was coming from her two new busts. It took a moment for the sound to become audible again. Once it became audible, it got louder and louder. Eileen also started feeling something. Her boobs started to tingle. Like a thousand hands fondling her boobs all over. She started to giggle as the tingle spread to other parts of her body. The tingle turned into a warm sensation. She screamed with delight as an intense orgasm shook her from head to foot. And the tingling, and the warmth, only got more intense. Shelley watched as, faster and faster, Eileen went from orgasm to orgasm. This surprised her. If the female lab rats had experienced this, they had kept it to themselves. Shelley was soon aware that Eileen's boobs were growing again. She didn't know if Eileen knew it. She didn't know if Eileen knew anything at this point. Screams of delight, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" and "O my God!" were the only things coming from Eileen as she writhed from side to side. Shelley turned and opened the French doors behind the dinner table. Eileen's boobs had been filling out, and up. Now they were almost as as the French doors. 'Have to hurry.' Shelley thought. 'If she gets too big, I won't be able to get her out the door. Shelley reached around Eileen's gigantic tata's, but couldn't get any kind of grip where she could pull her towards the doors. 'The rats were less trouble,' she thought. Then realized the rats had also been much smaller. And had tails. She finally decided on the only hand holds that presented themselves and grab Eileen's nipples. The cry of bliss was almost deafening. Shelley was afraid the neighbors would call the police. Fortunately the creation of the gas inside Eileen made her lighter and easier to move. Still, by the time she dragged Eileen's ever expanding pillows around the table to the French doors she could only pull one boob through. First the left boob. Then, in the midst of her ever increasing orgasms, Eileen bodily. Then, with a lot of grunting on Shelley's part, her right boob. 'She's gotten bigger on the bottom as well,' Shelley noticed. Shelley watched as Eileen's boobs grew and grew. In the cool night air the warm gas inside Eileen slowly lifted them up off the ground. They reached the second floor windows as they slowly lifted Eileen, wildly thrashing from orgasm to orgasm, to her feet. Then her feet were no longer touching the ground. Eileen watched as the twin balloons slowly gained altitude and disappeared over the trees into the night. "We'll have to do this again sometime!" Shelley called as Eileen's writhing form disappeared from sight. Two weeks later Shelley was vacuuming when the doorbell rang. She gasped as she opened it and saw before her a slightly bustier, definitely more voluptuous Eileen. Shelley winced as Eileen's hands came up. She was holding a small box with silver wrapping paper and a bow. "I forgot to thank you for having me over," Eileen said. "I hope we can do it again." 'Are those tears in her eyes?' Shelley wondered. "Soon?" Eileen pleaded.

4534

Female Inflation

Blueberry

Clean

3.4

7

A cheap motel, sitting where the cornfields meet the suburbs, is nearly vacant on this damp evening. Two cars sit in the dark lot, water beading on them. The rain has stopped now but its remnants fill the trenches and drains, soak the ground and splash under the tires of cars that whir past. One car slows and turns into the parking lot; emptying a pot hole with a splash. It comes to a stop beside one of the other cars; its lights go off and engine silences. After a few moments the door clicks and opens. A man steps out wearing a suit, loosely covered by a long overcoat. He leans back into the car and drags a breifcase out before closing the door. He reaches into his pocket with one hand and the car honks, locking its own doors. He gently leaps over a puddle and onto the covered walkway stretching in front of the rooms. The dim light littered along the numbered doors illuminates his face, he is a young man, mid twenties, his brown hair appearing black in the yellow light. He walks briskly, excited, like a child on his way to the zoo. As he passes by the last car in the lot he turns to it with a smile, without breaking pace. Finally he reaches the door, Room 3. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper, opening it. It reads; AJ, Rt. 53 Motel, 8 pm, Room 3. Don't be late, I have a surprise for you. -Nikki AJ closes his eyes, remembering the note being slipped into his hand under the table in the deposition room; her fingers so soft as they closed his hand around the folded paper. 8:05 pm, his digital watch reads. AJ raises his hand to the door, he is shaking slightly with excitement, and knocks twice. The second knock does not make contact because the first pushed the door open slightly. AJ smiles and peers into the room, slowly pushing the door wide. The light next to the bed is on but it is the only one brightening the room. The large bed in the room takes up much of the floorspace; its covers unfettered. The TV on the stand to his right, black and silent. He steps in quietly and closes the door "Nicole?" AJ asks. No answer. He tosses the briefcase into the corner and slides his jacket and sport coat off quickly, trying to be silent; tossing them onto the floor beside the bed. AJ is strongly built but not well upkept; a gut strains his shirt. He quickly loosens his green tie. A smile forms on his face as he notices the pink piece of paper on the bed. In two strides he is there, stepping over a duffell bag beside the bed, a woman's suit in a heap beside that; Nicole's panties, her DD bra and all. The note reads: The gym next door, the back door is open. Don't forget the tape... "Huh," AJ sighs, curious. In a leap he is back at the door, tossing his overcoat back on and in one fluid motion he pulls a video tape out of his briefcase and is out the door. AJ is nearly skipping as he passes the last rooms at the end of the motel towards the two story brick building next door. He nearly disappears from sight when he passes out of the glare of the last yellow light. The shine on his black shoes is muffled by mud as he crosses from concrete to grass. AJ is undetered, continuing to stride gleefully around the back of the building. He can see in the darkness a double door, one open slightly. AJ breaks into a jog to the door, the smile on his face visible even in the shadows. Unable to slow down he swings the door open and bursts in. The large room is pitch black only the dim light from the night cascaded across the wood floor.AJ instictivly removes his shoes and coat as his eyes adjust, making sure to pull the tape out of the pocket first. He can see black lines circling across the shiny wood floor; the three point line he guesses. He can just make out a blanket laid out on the hardwood. "Nic...," he is broken off as a figure jumps onto his back. He falls forward onto the hard floor. He rolls over to face his attacker just as the shadow dives onto him planting a deep kiss onto his lips. AJ's heart slows as that familiar taste of cherries passes onto his lips. "Hi," The shadow whispers. "Hi, Nikki," AJ replies. He kisses her deeply, his hands beginning to wander. Nicole grasps his fingers as they pass onto her breasts, "Not yet, I've got a surprise." "What is it?" AJ asks playfully, "Why'd you have me bring the video?" Nicole slips off him and into the dark, picking up the tape as she goes. AJ sits up and can barely her in the dim light, she is walking towards what looks like two boxes stacked on each other. She leans forward in front of them doing something. "What're you doing?" As AJ asks, what he thought was the top box lights up revealing a grainy tv screen. The familiar tape begins to play. "Close you eyes," Nicole says. "C'mon, I've seen it a hundered times." "Close 'em." AJ does as he is told and can hear Nicole rushing towards him. She grabs him by the arm and leads him to the outstretched blanket. He peaks as she passes behind him. He sees a belt buckle and some buttons, not the lingerie he was expecting. "What's that you're wearing?" He asks. "Hey! You looked!" Nicole shouts wrapping her arms around his shoulders from behind. They both smile, she plants a kiss on his cheek and rests her head on his shoulder, watching the screen. The grainy image on the tv has a running clock in the top left corner. The view from the security camera is down from the ceiling onto a grey metal door. A strange machine can be partially seen on the fixed view from the camera. After a few seconds tick off the clock a strangely dressed man in a top hat passes into the view. "Now over here if you'll follow me I have something rather special to show you," He announces and a group of children and adults follow him. "Seriously, Why are we watching this, now?" AJ whispers. "Its a warm up honey," She replies, "I've wanted to do this for a long time." She plants a kiss on his cheek again, this time he turns and they connect lips. They hold the kiss for many moments, AJ begins to turn to her, "Not yet," Nicole scolds, turning him back to the TV. The group is watching a girl dressed in a blue pantsuit with a red belt. Her face is blue. "...but your face is turning blue," a man adds. "What are you talking about?" the girl asks. Before their favorite part can start, Nicole rushes up to the TV, stops the tape and shuts off the screen. The gym is black again. "But that's the best part!" AJ objects. Suddenly the lights glare on. AJ slams his eyes shut covering them with a hand. "This is why," Nicole says. AJ forces his eyes open, the light hurts for a moment as they adjust. He focuses on Nicole, "Wow," is all he can say. Nicole is dressed in a blue pantsuit and a red belt, nearly identical to the one the girl was wearing in the video. Her brown hair is tied up similarly too. However, Nicole is much better proportioned. Her hips curve out from under the belt, which is cinched on her waist. Her large breasts strain the buttons on the blouse. She is a short girl and appears to be in good shape. She curls a finger in front of her face, "Come here." Aj stumbles to his feet a strides to her, almost in a trance. He places both hands on her waist and leans in to kiss her but she turns away at the last moment and walks past him. "You're killin' me," AJ says. "You ready for your surprise?" Nicole asks as AJ turns to her. "This isn't it?" "This is it." Nicole reaches into her pocket and pulls out a single piece of gum. "Is that...?" "Yeah." "How'd you get that?" AJ asks almost exploding with excitement, "He never lets anyone in that part of the factory." "The Bucket boy got it for me," Nicole responds, "I told him that I needed it for the defense." "You're gonna..." "Yeah." "Aren't you scared?" AJ asks concerned, "Wonka said that girl would explode if they didn't..." "He was lying," Nicole interupts, "You can see in the tape that she stopped growing before they rolled her away. Plus she was the only one who didn't join in on the lawsuit, so she must have ended up just fine." "I'm just a bit worried that..." "C'mon, you're ruining my fantasy," Nicole adds moving to him, "Don't you remember the feeling you had when Wonka showed us the tape?" She plants a gently kiss on his lips, "And how good it felt when we both confessed to having that same feeling, after the first time we made love?" She plants several kisses in a path from his lips to his neck, "Don't you want to live out that fantasy?" "Oh yeah," AJ whispers, "But I'm a little... Nicole interupts by placing a hand over his mouth. She stares into his eyes and slides the gum into her mouth. The flavor hits her pallet immidiately, "Wow, this is fantastic! Its tomato soup! Its so creamy and its even hot in my mouth!" AJ just stands back, waiting for their favorite part. "It tastes like roast beef and baked potato! Its so tender and juicy!" Not yet. "Here it is honey...wow. Blueberry pie." Here it is. "Its the sweetest, most delicious pie I've ever tasted!" "Its starting," AJ says. Nicole looks down at her hands, they have taken on a blue sheen, like the color of a drowning victim. The blue hue gets stronger and stronger until her skin is entirely blue. She looks back up to AJ and he leans in to kiss her as she does; putting a hand on each of her hips. "Hold on," She stops him, "don't want you to get it too." She gulps down the gum, "There." They both smile. AJ's face tuns to surprise as he feels his hands begin to be pushed from Nicole's hips. Both their eyes dart downward; they both feel it at the same time. Nicole's hips are beginning to widen as expected, but it is more wonderful than what they had hoped for. Her tummy is follwing suit, pressing out against her red belt. AJ rubs his hands along her swelling form feeling his fingers forced apart by the growth. He leans in and begins kissing her on the neck. Nicole closes her eyes and leans her head back, periodically moaning as the strange feeling builds and builds. AJ feels her belly begin to outgrow the belt, expanding above and below. He feels her thighs straining the fabric of her pants. He reaches around and feels her ass as it pulls the fabric tight. "Mmmhhh," Nicole muffles uncomfortably. "What is it?" AJ stops. "The belt is tight, it hurts..." Nicole trails off grimasing. Aj reaches down and attempts to remove the belt, tugging at it. Each tug jerks Nicole's tiny frame and nearly pulls her off balance. "Damn," AJ struggles. "Get it off!" Her midsection has swollen over the belt six inches in all directions and her hips are nearly double that under it. AJ lets go, placing a hand on his head, "Its too tight." "UUUUUNNNNNGGGGHHHH." SNAP! The belt shreds in half shooting off her like it had been throw across the room. AJ jumps back, his heart beating fast in surprise. "Whew," Nicole sighs, "Much better." She is shaped like a teardrop, her belly sticks out nearly a foot on all sides and her thighs beneath have tripled in diameter from what she was before, arms, chest and shoulders are as yet uneffected. "Where were we?" Nicole closes the few feet between them, having to waddle with her new girth. As she reaches him, AJ kneels down and begins kissing her gargantuan belly, rubbing it on both sides; he can hear the sound of swirling liquid being that close, like the sound of a water balloon filling. Nicole begins rubbing her side with one hand and her breast with the other; leaning her head back in ecstacy. I know this seems like its going to have the crappy "blueberry sex ending, but I promise I won't go there. Keep reading... AJ works his way up Nicole's rounding form, placing a kiss on the peeks of blue flesh between each button on her blouse as he goes. He kisses her on the neck again, having to lean forward over her belly to reach it. Nicole begins digging her nails through his hair, nibbling his ear. They both can feel that they do not have much time, Nicole's swelling is pushing them apart. They embrace and kiss once more then let go. Nicole closes her eyes again, rubbing all over, enjoying her moment. AJ steps back to get a good look at her. Nicole has swollen to over 4 feet wide, her crotch has pushed down past her knees and is steadilly engulfing her legs. AJ walks around her enjoying the sight, dragging a finger on her side as he goes. He notices that the swelling has spread to her upper body; Nicole's shoulders have begun to plump and her breasts are larger, peaks of blue cleavage visible between her buttons. AJ reached up to feel the swelling mounds, as he does Nicole takes his hand and places it on her breast; rubbing from on top of it. He feels her breast grow and grow until it starts flattening and becoming part of her core. The swelling has spread down her arms, pulling in her hands. When AJ went to rub Nicole's under-regions he was pleasantly surprised to find that they were pressed against the ground. As he notices that, the swirling fluid sound trails off. AJ stands and leans his elbows onto the giant blueberry. Nicole smiles back at him. The swelling has stopped just below her throat at the base of her neck. Her clothes have held together and cradle her from the top and the bottom, her blue midsection plumping out in betwen. "Surprise!" Nicole giggles. AJ laughs in response. "Now what am I going to do with my very own blueberry girl?" AJ asks playfully. "I think I know," Nicole replies smiling, "You gonna juice me?" "Mmm Hmm," AJ nods and steps back. I swear it doesn't end that way... "Before you do," Nicole interjects, "The blueberry girl has a request." "I'm not sure blueberries can make requests." "Roll me like they did to the girl on the tape," Nicole reponds, "I want to see what its like." AJ just smiles. He places his hands on Nicole's round body, her skin surprisingly tight, and gently rolls her onto her back. He walks around to her head and leans down, "Say please." He leans in and kisses her, over and over for several moments. "Mmmmmm," Nicole tries to interupt, "MMMMMMM!!!!" She succeeds the second time and AJ breaks the kiss. "What?" AJ asks. Nicole doesn't reply, she is staring in shock at her juice filled body. AJ follows her gaze, her body is swelling again, slowly but its picking up speed. "This didn't happen to the girl," Nicole states, terror aparent in her voice. By now the swelling was at full speed again filling her more and more, "Make it stop!" AJ rolls her back upright, Nicole is now as tall as he is and is getting higher. By now her round body is pressing up against her chin making talking difficult, Nicole just pants praying for it to stop. "Why is this happening? You said that it would stop!" AJ shouts up to her. "Its not supposed to do this," Nicole replies. PING! A button flies off her blouse and skips across the floor, "Do something! I could explode!!" The both look at each other in terror. "I thought you said Wonka lied about that," AJ says. "I think he did," Nicole digresses, "But I can't keep growing like this! Eventually I won't be able to hold it all, right!?!" PING! The button on Nicole's pants flies off, AJ has to lean sideways to dodge it. "I don't wanna find out. I think I know what to do," AJ says. "Well do it!" PING! PING! two more buttons scatter across the floor. "I hope I remember Wonka's number," AJ says as he rushes to his coat. RRRIIIIPPP. the seams of Nicole's clothing are beginning to split. "Wonka!?!" Nicole shouts, "No you can't! If he finds out I took the gum he'll fire us both and get a new defense team!" RRRRRIIIIIIPPPPPP. PING! "I know but I have to," Aj says pulling the cell phone out of his coat pocket. "Wait, look!" Nicole shouts relieved. Aj turns back to her, cell in hand. Nicole's growth is slowing more and more and after a few seconds it has stopped again, altogether. "Thank god," AJ sighs. Nicole has swelled to over 12 feet in height, her hands and feet have been pulled into dimples on her round surface. AJ walks back up to her, he reaches up and places a hand on her exposed side. He withdraws it quickly, Nicole is so tight now, too tight. "OK," Nicole breaks the silence, "I think the mood is offically ruined." "Yeah," AJ responds, "I'm still calling." "No..." "I'll get the info from him without telling him," AJ interrupts, "I am an attorney." He punches the buttons and holds the phone to his ear. "Hello, Mr. Lindy?" The voice on the other end questions. "Yes, Mr. Wonka its me," AJ replies politely, "I'm sorry to bother you so late but I had a few questions about the Beauregarde girl." "Certainly, go ahead." "I've been reviewing the tape that I have of that incident and it occurred to me that you never described how you got her back to normal. Could you elaborate on that?" "WHy do you want to know she is not involved in the civil suit?" Wonka asks. "I am trying to cover all bases, she will come up in court if we have to go." "Well the juicing process is a very complex one. We had to construct several failed designs of the juicing machine until we found a technique that worked." "When you say it failed, what do you mean?" "Well...the subjects did not survive." Wonka tries not to elaborate. "They exploded?" AJ presses, Nicole hears this and whimpers, terror grips her again. "Some of them did yes. But some designs of the machine popped them, others crushed them... the details are gruesome." "I'll spare you those," AJ continues, "But on the tape the Beauregarde girl stops swelling, and the cameras in the hall where she was rolled do not show it starting again." "Yes, that's true," Wonka retorts. "NO!" Nicole shrieks, it echoes in the gym. AJ turns and can see that she is starting to swell again, this time faster. AJ collects himself, "But you even said to the father that she was in danger of exploding." RRRRIIIIPPPP. AJ watches as Nicole flaps her hands against herself in a futile gesture of resistance. PING! PING! "They usually are, but we found out later that Violet spat out the gum before she reached the first break." PING! RRRRIIIIPPPP. PING! "Wait, first break?" AJ snaps back, "What's the first break?" "Well we found that the juice subsides a few times before periodically, but eventually it wins." "I'm gonna burst MMMM!!!!" Nicole tries to shout as her cheeks begin to fill with juice. Her clothes let out one final rip then they fall to the floor around her in tatters. She is approaching 20 feet wide. "Mr. Lindy?" "How do I juice someone without the machine!?!" AJ shouts into the phone. "Wait, what?" Wonka suspects, "You juice someone? What's going on?" "Just tell me!" AJ shouts. "You can't. You need the machine," Wonka replies, "Who chewed the gum?" "Nicole." "Where are you? I'm sending a crew." CCCCCRRRRREEEEEAAAAAKKKKK....A new sound begins eminating from Nicole. She tries to shout out again, flapping her hands and kicking her feet. "Mr. Lindy! Where!" Nicole swells higher and higher until AJ can not longer see her head. AJ, defeated, "Route 47 and highway 53, there's a fitness center. We're in the gym." "Ok, my men are on the way. One more thing? How many breaks has she gone through?" "She just finished her third." CCCCCRRRRREEEEEAAAAAKKKKK.... Wonka pauses, "Ok, they're on their way." The phone beeps as the call is ended. AJ drops the phone and rushes over to Nicole, her skin is starting to take on a purple hue; she is stretching so thin that she is becoming transparent and the purple juice inside her is visible. He presses on her back and slowly rolls her forward until she is horizontal. AJ runs around to hear head; she is absolutely massive now, probably 25 feet wide. As AJ passes her side he noticed that he can barely make out her hands, they are pulled so deeply into her that only her fingertips can be seen. He circles around the mammoth blueberry to the front. Nicole's purple nipples are stretched as round as car tires and are at eye level with AJ as he finally reaches her front. AJ looks up and his face goes white.CCCCCRRRRREEEEEAAAAAKKKKK.... Nicole's face is unrecognizable, her cheeks have swelled to the size of exercise balls and are being absorbed; her lips are pressed tightly between them. Her head is leaned back as her body is slowly absorbing her head from the back, brown hair draped all around the nightmare image. Tears drip to the floor. "They're coming for you baby," Aj tries to console her, "You're gonna be ok." He lifts his hands and places them onto her, rolling her down to him. Nicole's skin is so tight it feels like pressing on concrete. "MMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!" Nicole tries to scream, AJ cannot see but she is frantically flapping her hands and feet as best she can. She is close enough now that AJ leans in to kiss her, closing his eyes. Nicole closes hers as well, but is grimacing in pain. Their lips are about to touch.... BBBOOOOOOOOOOOMMM The exterior of the brick building muffles the sound as its foundation shakes. Purple liquid gushes out of the doors. Epilogue "Mr. Lindy! Where!" Mr. wonka shouts into the phone, pounding his fist on his desk. He breathes deeply holding the phone to his head paciently. Two extremely short men rush into the room. Wonka holds up his index finger to them, "Ok, my men are on the way. One more thing, how many breaks has she gone through?" When he heard the response he covered his mouth with his hand, "OK, they're on their way." He hangs up the phone. "We're ready to rather the blueberry sir, Where is it located?" One of the two orange men asks in a high-pitch voice. "Forget the juicing team, she's already stage 3. You'll never make it in time," Wonka replies lowering his head, "Send a clean-up crew."

40818

floating, helium, Ms. Bouncer, superhero, topless

Female Inflation

Breast Inflation, Butt Inflation, Hourglass Inflation

None

4.3

3

The shrill beeps of the alarm clock jolted Amelia awake in her bed. She blinked in the morning sunlight as she sat up and hit the OFF button with a sleepy arm. Last night at work had been a doozy, with Jerry apparently thinking that bringing a bottle of Sprite near sensitive equipment wouldn't end in disaster. Turning to look at the calendar on her wall, Amelia scanned for the day's date. 21st, 22nd, 23rd... wait! Today was the 26th! Amelia pumped her fist and smiled. It was the beginning of her two-week vacation! And that meant loads of time for patrolling the city! A brief shower brought Amelia fully into the land of the living, and she ran into the kitchen of her apartment to start cooking oatmeal. It was a humble abode, but Amelia found it met her needs. Bigger places meant more to clean up after all. And Amelia had plenty of "big" in her life as is. Sitting down, she turned on her laptop, browsing through the internet as she ate her oatmeal. So far, it had been a quiet week in Burrville, which had helped Amelia focus on work last week. No petty crimes, no common criminals, nothing. Just lab work and plenty of sleep. Amelia was thankful she didn't have to ingest an irresponsible amount of coffee just to get going for once. Superhuman powers or not, she still liked her beauty sleep. As Amelia finished her oatmeal, she flicked the radio on. She had modified it to pick up police chatter, using it to pinpoint where she was needed most. Police chatter filled the kitchen as Amelia cleaned up. It seemed all was quiet, but as soon as she thought that, a voice yelled over the radio: "This is Car 46, we need backup at the downtown bank! Armed robbery in progress, shots fired! Suspects are attempting to flee the scene!" That was her cue! Amelia rushed over to the hall closet, throwing off the shirt and jeans she had put on. Reaching up, she pulled a basket off the top shelf; inside was her uniform, a light blue spandex one-piece with matching cape and black boots. Within seconds, she was dressed, running to her living room window. Opening it, she gazed over the view her tenth-story apartment granted her. Living on the top floor meant she didn't have to worry too much about nosy neighbors, and it let Amelia pull stunts like the one she was about to do. Climbing out onto the ledge outside, she closed the window, tensed her legs, and jumped. Superhuman strength propelled Amelia across the rooftops of the adjacent buildings. As she hopped along, her power was already activating. The blue spandex around her body drew tight as her curves flared with helium. Her breasts swelled, shoving inflated titflesh into the cleavage window of her uniform. Her ass and thighs followed, giving Amelia the iconic hourglass shape that criminals had come to fear. Now full of helium, Amelia soared off with her next jump into the air, the ground far below rushing by in a blur. The air whipped around her pneumatic form as downtown Burrville came into view. Looking to the western part of the city, Amelia could make out a small dot rushing away from a squad of smaller dots with lights flashing on them. The robbers! Her body hissed as Amelia jettisoned some helium, her nipples lightly puffing the gas out. She arced down towards a small office building, and with a carefully angled jump, she went rocketing off towards the robbers, re-inflating into her usual size with a rubbery squeak. As she approached the scene of the chase, Amelia fiddled with the red orb on her neck, trying to get a signal with her trusty communicator. "Attention, anyone involved with the robbery chase, I'm on my way! Do you copy?" Amelia said over the wind as she sailed closer to her target. A voice could be heard coming from the device now. "Bouncer, Ms. Bouncer? Oh thank God." It was Captain Sendra, Amelia's pal on the force. "Hey Cap!" she replied in her usual bubbly tone. "Figured you could use some aid this fine morning!" Amelia could see the van and its pursuers clearly now. Several men in ski masks were in the front seat. "Yeah, I got visual on you, not that it's ever hard to mind you." Sendra said as she leaned out of the window of her car, looking back at Amelia. "You seem bigger than usual today." "Just the heat going to your head. Now pull the cars back a little. They're about to hit an empty road and I want a little room for error with this. I'm using the Airbag Special!" "A classic move for an old fashioned robbery," Sendra mused. "I like it." Soon Amelia could hear orders being barked over the radio as she was nearly on top of the pursuit now. The police cars began easing off the van, prompting one of the occupants to look back in confusion. Amelia saw his expression change from joy to an expression of unrivaled confusion as she passed over the van, her inflated form casting a shadow over the criminals inside. She landed further up the road, watching the van barreling towards her in the distance. Squealing could be heard as the officers all stopped their patrol cars, they knew what was about to happen. But the van seemed unfettered by the woman in spandex as they barreled towards her, the driver laying into the horn. Amelia let a confidant smirk cross her face. "It seems you boys are new to this city. Let me give you a proper introduction!" What happened next happened nigh-instantly, but Amelia could cite the events perfectly. First, she concentrated, gathering her power inside herself and waiting for the right moment. She had to time this perfectly, as the buoyant nature of her powers made it easy to soar up and miss with the size she needed. Practice had made perfect however, and as the van was nearly on top of her, the pneumatic Ms. Bouncer let her power cut loose. In a split second, her body inflated to unfathomable proportions. Her uniform burst to shreds as each of her breasts blew to twice the size of the van about to hit her, a hurricane of helium audible over the sound of sirens and horns. Amelia felt her body begin to rocket upwards, but in the split second between her inflation and her ascent, the van collided with the pillowy masses. Angry squeaks could be heard as the van mashed into the twin blimps, but Ms. Bouncer had earned her name for a reason. With a resounding boing, her breasts sprang back, flipping the van off of them. The job done, Amelia rocketed into the sky with her buoyant boobs, but quickly deflated herself before she got too high. Doing a few flips on the way down to show off, she landed gracefully on the ground, throwing her arms up like a gymnast finishing a difficult routine. Sendra's squad quickly surrounded the dazed criminals as they crawled from their overturned van, some staring at the now nude heroine as she went over to survey her work. Sendra looked over to Amelia, rolling her eyes at the sight. "I swear, do you even try to preserve your costumes? Part of me wonders if you're a closet nudist." Amelia flashed a smile at the police captain. "We've been over this, I just don't really care what people see! Besides, women being topless in public is legal here, I'm just exercising my rights! Although..." Amelia reached down, digging into a pocket on the back of one of her boots. She pulled out a pair of panties and quickly put them on. "I should take care of my lower half." Sendra laughed. "Right, hate to take in our city's hero on a public indecency charge. Anyway, we'll get these guys back to the station. Bank robbery, honestly." Sendra shook her head. "Talk about the oldest crime in the book. You headed out?" Amelia nodded her head. "I had an aerial patrol planned for today. Should probably go get a spare costume, but eh. I still have the cape after all!" Sendra rolled her eyes and smiled. "Just go before the reporters get here. I doubt you feel like answering questions today, yeah?" Amelia just smiled and concentrated. Soon the hiss of helium returned, her breasts and butt swelling with the noble gas. The growth was slower this time, as the pneumatic heroine wanted to savor the growth. Most of the officers gave but a cursory glance at the show, having long since grown acclimated to Amelia's antics, but one rookie had his wide eyes glued to her form. Amelia noticed his stare and smirked, shifting her stance to show off her widening curves. With nothing to cover them, her tits began to round out as they inflated. They wobbled gently in the breeze, a pair of feminine balloons Amelia was proud to show off. Her lower half wasn't too far behind, inflating until her ass and thighs were as wide as her tits. Amelia was far past her usual size now, and buoyancy was beginning to draw her up. Her breasts spanned wider than her arms could reach. Her nipples puffed out, throbbing as the helium swirled inside each of the tanned boobs. Amelia's ass swelled until each cheek stretched as large as a beach ball. She could feel her panties stretched tight, and she dared not push them further. The rookie's stare had been noticed by the other officers, and one had snuck up behind him with an inflated paper bag. As Amelia puffed out her tits one last time to achieve buoyancy, the officer burst the bag with a loud BANG. The rookie jumped about three feet in the air before scrambling over to his partner's car and slinking into the passenger seat. Uproarious laughter came from the police squad, and they waved to Amelia as she ascended into the sky. Amelia returned their waves as the ground fell away, her curves floating her away. A downdraft rushed past her breasts and made her nipples harden even more, and Amelia couldn't help but let out a pleasured sigh as she flew up out of hearing range. Normally she kept her basic desires down to concentrate on heroing, but during downtime like this, she liked to relax. Her hands began to rub circles on her sensitive breasts, a chill running across their vast expanse at the touch. With a shudder, Amelia allowed her breasts to begin inflating again, her ascent picking up speed as she did so. The city of Burrville sprawled out far below the inflatable heroine as she blimped and ballooned her boobs, the people below looking like dots wandering to and fro. The tops of skyscrapers passed by as Amelia flew ever higher, and she had to focus over the sensations of her blimping tits to stop her inflating. There was no point to a sky patrol if the city was beyond your sight after all. The hiss subsided quickly as it had began, and Amelia felt her ascent taper off. The downdraft faded to a gentle breeze before fading entirely as her buoyant form leveled off. She craned her neck to look down, taking in the sight of the city from so far up. The skyscrapers reached up towards her, their tips firmly out of reach. She could barely make out the cars driving along the streets; the roads themselves looked like a sprawling maze from Amelia's lofty perch. She tapped her communicator and the sounds of idle police chatter filled the air. Amelia let herself relax as she surveyed the land below. Yes, she would be up here for awhile. Crime never rests, and Amelia was ready to stop it, lack of proper uniform at the moment be damned. "After all," Amelia thought out loud as she patted an enormous breast, "it's not like I can keep these down for long anyway!" And so it went, the city of Burrville watched by its pneumatic guardian, with the occasional moan coming from someplace up high.

89

magic

Female Inflation

Breast Inflation, Full Body Inflation

None

4.4

26

Uncorking a bottle of wine isn't really that hard. But despite my usual bravado, I was bit nervous. And nervousness gives the faintest air of uncertainty to even the simplest of tasks. One way or another the chianti would wind up opened, so it shouldn't have cause me any anxiety. I should have been concerned about the glasses, and I was, but I was also concerned about everything else because of them. I shook my head as I chuckled to myself. Knowing the perils of the human condition did almost nothing to alleviate them. I finally freed the cork. It was a relief when the doorbell rang about half an hour later. A good chianti needs to breathe. The problem with being well prepared was that it left me plenty of time to sit and do nothing but be just a little bit anxious about nothing, really. If I'd been running late, I would have had something to focus on right up until Holly's arrival. I opened the door. "Hello, Holly," I smiled. "Right on time." "Of course," she chirped cheerily as she entered. "I finally get to meet you face to face." "Feels like I've already met you, though." As I took her coat I looked her over. She was dressed casually. She wore a white cotton top, unbuttoned enough to show just a bit of cleavage, over simple navy blue stretch pants. Her long black braids fell about her shoulders and spilled down her back. I had told her, only half joking, that she should wear something she didn't mind losing this evening. While her attire was fairly plain it gave just enough emphasis to her delicious curves, her shirt clinging just enough to show off her ample bosom, her pants fitting snugly but not tight around her hips. I dragged my mind back before it wandered too far afield. "Like what you see?" she asked, a mischievous glint in her eye. Apparently I'd already wandered far enough for her to notice. "Yes," I said flatly. "Care for a drink?" "I'd love one." Did she really believe? I wondered. She wanted to, I knew that for sure. But when I told her what I'd planned to do to her if we ever met, she was a bit incredulous. Making a game out of it seemed to lighten things up. I'd made a wager with her. If I won, I had her to myself to do as I pleased for the evening. If she won, she had me. And I could tell by the way she was looking at me that neither one of us could wind up being a loser tonight. I guided her into the living room. "Have a seat." The wine and glasses were waiting on the table. I poured for both of us and handed her a glass. "A toast?" She cocked an eyebrow at me. "Do you really think it'll be this easy? There's something in the wine, isn't there?" I shook my head. "Of course not. You saw me pour it, whatever's in your glass is in mine too. See?" I took a gulp of the wine. It was good enough that it really shouldn't be gulped, but I was trying to make a point. "Do you want to wait and see if anything happens to me?" "Maybe you thought ahead and took the antidote, hmm?" I sighed. "Holly dear, I promise you I didn't put anything in the wine." She pursed her lips, pondering my face. She relented. "Ok. But remember, you don't have much time." "I know." I had until midnight to get her, and she'd been quite shocked when I told her to be at my apartment at eleven o' clock. I raised my glass. "Here's to a magical evening." "Clever." The glasses chimed softly as we touched them together, and we drank. I settled back into the couch. "So," I said, "tell me about your trip." "Cocky, aren't we? You've got less than an hour." "More time than I'll need," I smirked. "How was your flight?" She rolled her eyes. "Long, bumpy and boring. I distracted myself by thinking about what you might have planned." She smiled again. "So what do you have planned?" "All in good time, honey." I refilled our glasses. We talked more, Holly telling me about her excruciating flight, myself rambling on far too much about the toils of my job. We laughed and shared and drank, the wine starting to settle in on our already restless minds. The conversation ran far afield and though the couch had plenty of room for the both of us we found ourselves sitting closer together. Though there was no one else there to hear our words, we'd lean in close and lower our voices to share our naughtier exploits. Midnight was only a few minutes away when I opened the third bottle. I saw the color of intoxication rising in Holly's cheeks, and she suppressed a hiccup as I refilled her glass. "You're almost out of time," she whispered, glancing at the clock. She held her own well against the wine, but the slightest of slurs was creeping into her words. "Funny, I was just thinking the same about you," I said, topping off my own glass. "So I was thinking," she said as she slid in towards me, her leg gently pressing against mine, "that if you had any tricks to pull, you'd probably pull them now, since you only have a few minutes and I might be drunk enough for you to get something past me." I brought my face close to hers. "You know that won't stop me from trying" She set her hand on my knee, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I know. I'll just have to find a way to make you forget about your plan." "So what are you going to do with me if I do forget, and you win?" "I'll think of something." I barely had to move to bring my lips to hers. Slowly, gently, we kissed. I pulled her body to mine, relishing every touch, every scent. I nuzzled up against her silky neck and breathed into her ear, "There's something I need to tell you." "What darling?" she sighed. "Ssssssssssss..." I softly hissed into her ear. Smiling, I released her. Holly looked quizzically into my smug expression. The wine had dulled her just a little bit, but after a few seconds she heard that the hissing hadn't died out. Her face went blank, her jaw dropping. It was soft, barely audible, but it was still there. Realizing I was silent, she looked around for the source. The sound faded, but I knew the instant I saw the flash of shock in her eyes that she felt it, the slow pressure building in her chest. "Wha--how?" Her hands flew up to grab her own breasts, confirming what she already knew was true but was still beyond belief. Her breasts were swelling. "With a minute to spare even," I murmured. "Tsk tsk, I guess you shouldn't have had all that wine." "But you--" Words failed her as she turned her attention back to her inflating bust. "Yes, I had the wine too. I said there wasn't anything in it, and there wasn't. It's a trick I saw in a movie." She stared back at me expectantly. "The wine's just fine. The glass, on the other hand, is quite special." "What are you going to do to me?" I smiled, letting her question hang in the air for a moment. I could almost hear her heart racing. "A deal's a deal, sweetie. I'll do whatever I want. And right now, I just want to watch." And I did. Her breasts filled, lifting and rounding as they strained against her top. With each heaving breath they rose, then fell, but not quite down to where they'd been a moment before. More and more of her midriff came into view as her burgeoning bosom lifted her shirt. Gaps appeared between her buttons, offering tantalizing peeks at her deliciously swelling flesh. Her breasts approached the size of volleyballs, and she pressed her hands down into them. I don't know if she was trying to squeeze the air out of herself, or if she was just checking to see if this was really happening. She gasped as her fingers sank into her pillowy front. Eyes wide as saucers, she looked to me for help. "How do you stop this?" "I can't," I replied shrugging. Her voice rose almost to a squeak. "What you mean you ca-- aaaaaahhhhh!" She arched her back as the pressure inside her redoubled, causing her chest to surge forward. She tried to cover herself, but she could no longer reach around her expansive bust.. And though she'd lost sight of her lower body, I'm sure she could feel her legs and buttocks starting to plump up as surely as I could see it. Her hips stretched wider, as though they were envious of her torso and didn't want to miss out on the fun. The swelling crept steadily down the length of her shapely legs, their entire length bloating with gas all the way down to her ankles. "No -- too -- much..." she gasped. "Don't worry, that's just your clothes getting tight. The spell makes them a bit more stretchy, but there's only so much they can take." I was beaming at my handiwork. "Make it stop...I'll burst," she begged. By now her shirt had crept up quite a bit, exposing the bottoms of her breasts. I reached over and gently squeezed one of her fleshy mounds. "You've still got plenty of stretch left in you. I don't know about those pants, though." I looked down at her legs, which were being pushed apart by her growing thighs. "Besides, my dear Holly," I murmured as I slipped an arm around her slender waist, "do you really think I'd I have you come halfway around the world just to pop you in my living room?" "Unnnhhh..." Was the only response I got. She was still inflating, the gaps between her buttons were wide enough to stick a hand through, and all over her clothes were stretched thin enough that the tone of her skin was starting to show through. "Shhh..." I whispered into her ear. "Stay calm. It's all right." I stood up from the couch. There wouldn't be enough room for two much longer anyway. Leaning over her expanding bulk I pressed a soft kiss to her trembling lips. Her face stiffened at my touch, then softened as her mouth melted into mine. "Don't worry. Those clothes feel tight now, but they won't be a problem for much longer." As though they heard my words, the buttons on her blouse began to give. One by one, they snapped off, flying across the room, bouncing off the far wall. With each popped, Holly gasped, more and more of her bosom heaving out into the open air. The last button gave way, leaving her top in tatters. The color rose in her cheeks as she stared breathlessly at me. We gazed into each others eyes, silent. The only sounds that met our ears was the soft hissing of the gas rising within her, now causing her belly to swell and the slow ripping of the seams in her pants. My grin grew wider as her arms began to straighten of their own accord. They were filling now, and as much as Holly tried she could no longer bend them. With a loud rending of cloth, her pants split up the sides, falling into a ruined pile about her fattening legs. Her entire body was swelling faster now, the huge balloon of her belly dominating her figure. "How big will I get?" she gasped. Surely she could feel she was inflating faster. "Bigger." Her arms and legs stuck out stiffly from her body. She was all bulges and swells now, plump, stubby limbs protruding from a steadily expanding globe that was gradually absorbing them. Her breasts, large taut orbs a short while ago, were being stretched out into hemispheres across her widening chest. "How much bigger?" she sked, the faintest hint of a hopeful smile sneaking onto her face. "Much." I ran my hand across the tightening skin of her belly. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, moaning softly. I carefully rolled her off of the couch into the middle of the room. And still, she swelled. I saw her lick her lips as she took in the sensations of it all. What must it be like, feeling your body pushed out from within, filling with pressure, stretching, straining to be bigger? I suppose I should try it myself sometime, but then I'd miss most of the view. At it's peak, the curve of her body rose higher than my head, and was still rising. The last of her arms disappeared into her torso, leaving just a pair of dainty looking hands protruding. Her body looked like a huge-flesh-toned balloon. I pressed my fingers into her, and they sank in only a few inches before the pressure inside her matched my efforts. "I feel -- so -- full," she moaned. "That's because you are," I smirked. "You'll know when it's done." "How?" Then her eyes snapped open wide. Her cheeks were puffing up. "Your timing is impeccable." Her hands began to fill as well, slender fingers plumping up like overstuffed sausages. Her face grew rounder, even her lips taking in air and swelling to a luscious fullness. Her palms bulged out, each hand becoming grapefruit-sized ball with five little nubs poking out. All across her entire body, the pressure was mounting. Holly's skin was pulled out shiny and strained, and she found herself squinting over her swollen cheeks. The fear showed only her eyes, as the rest of her was completely immobile. We both heard it, the soft groaning of overtaxed rubber emanating from her. The sound grew louder, her entire body quiver as she tried to struggle to somehow fight it. She stared intently at me, her breath coming in ragged, terrified gasps. "Make it stop, I'm gonna explode!" she squeaked. "Sssh." I touched my finger to invitingly plump lips. She was quiet. "Listen." The hissing had stopped. She heaved a sigh of relief. "To think, you didn't believe in magic." "Okay, okay, I'm a believer now," she said, her words slightly impeded by her inflated lips. "So now what you going to do with me?" I pressed my body up against hers, reaching my arms about as best I was able, rubbing my entire self against her. I murmured into her ear, "Whatever I want."

39803

balloon, floating, helium, hourglass, Orientation

Female Inflation

Belly Inflation, Breast Inflation, Butt Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Hourglass Inflation, Other Inflation

None

4.6

18

Jane stood alone in the alley, her frozen breath hanging in the air as she numbly waited for someone to answer the door. The dim New Year's Day sky did not illuminate the narrow space very well. The dirty blue paint on the wooden garage door in front of her was chipped along the edges, revealing layer upon layer of ancient color. A small, domed security camera stealthily hid in the archway shadows. Shivering, she pulled her coat tighter and looked again at the business card in her gloved hand. Maybe she was at the wrong address? The events of the last day re-played in her head like a fading dream. Did it really happen? Of course it had. She held tangible evidence in her hand, not to mention the dozen selfies on her mobile phone. She had managed to snap them in front of the bathroom mirror before she'd fully deflated back down to normal and fallen unconscious in bed from exhaustion. Even the clutch of helium balloons still floated on the bedroom ceiling where she had left them. She reached out for the buzzer and pushed it again, jumping as a loud clunking noise of a lock and deadbolt immediately rumbled from within. The door creaked open and a woman stepped half way through, meeting Jane's startled gaze with a predatory smile."Jane?" the woman inquired, coolly amused.Jane nodded, clutching the business card. The dark haired woman's eyes narrowed. "Come." The door was opened more widely and Jane stepped through.The shaft of pale grey light streaming in through the gap narrowed and disappeared as the woman closed the door and locked it again. A single incandescent bulb lit the other end of a dark corridor as the smell of dirt and old automotive lubricants hit Jane's senses. She followed the woman toward the light bulb and saw that it marked the location of a modern steel door of stout construction. The woman palmed an electronic keypad above the handle and it let out a muffled beep followed by the mechanical sound of precise lock movement. As the woman turned the latch and the door opened, an intense light spilled through. Jane followed her inside and as her vision adjusted to the brightly lit room, she realized that she was in a very modern and very stylish reception area. A graceful chrome and glass desk was at one end of the room with a computer screen and business telephone on it. On the opposite wall was a white leather couch and matching coffee table. The ceiling stretched to an impossible height above.Dressed in conservative business attire, the woman walked over to the desk and sat on its corner, flipping her hair to the side as she turned to pick up the telephone's handset. "Are you ready?" she spoke to the other end of the line. A moment later, she looked up at Jane while replacing the handset back onto its cradle. "Mr. Smith will be with you shortly. Please have a seat." The woman stood and walked around to the other side of the desk and sat in the executive chair behind it. Ignoring Jane, she began typing away on the computer. The room was comfortably warm and Jane removed her coat and gloves as she sat down. After a couple minutes of silence punctuated only by the clicking of the computer keyboard, she crossed her legs and fidgeted nervously, unsure whether or not to start up a conversation with the other woman. It felt like waiting for a job interview. After a few more awkward minutes, a smartly concealed door in the wall opened and Mr. Smith stepped through. He was dressed casually, now, and wearing a white lab overcoat. With a manila folder in one hand, he reminded Jane of a medical doctor and her face lit up at seeing him. She stood with her coat folder over her arms. With a smile, Mr. Smith looked at her and motioned for her to follow him through the door. The woman at the desk did not look up. As he went to turn and close the door behind him, Mr. Smith looked at the woman and then waved. "Thanks Lucy."Still concentrating on her work, Lucy raised a hand in acknowledgement and then continued typing. Mr. Smith lead Jane down a corridor flanked by a group of unoccupied office cubicles and stopped outside a glass walled conference room, opened the door, and motioned inside. "This one should do. Have a seat".Jane entered and sat down at the table. Mr. Smith followed her in and closed the door behind him, taking a seat opposite of her."Okay, first things first" he said as he opened the folder and began flipping through the papers in it. There was a more formal tone in his voice. "Forget what I told you last night. From now on, you are only to refer to me as 'Mr. Smith'. Do you understand?"The sudden change in demeanor was confusing but Jane managed to meekly say "Yes"."Good." He slid a piece of paper in front of her. "Look this over and sign it if you agree." He then removed a pen from the breast pocket of his lab coat, clicked its end with his thumb, and then placed it on the paper. Jane picked up the paper and began reading. It was a non-disclosure agreement filled top to bottom with legal jargon and it had an alarmingly detailed amount of her personal information listed on it. She looked up at Mr. Smith quizzically."Yes, it is necessary" he said rather sternly to the unspoken question. "We're really serious about this one."Jane let out a breath, paused, and then signed at the bottom."Excellent." Mr. Smith's tone brightened and he seemed to be back to the personality she knew. He took the signed paper, placed it back in the folder, and clipped the pen back into its home on his lab coat. He leaned back into his chair. "Now, I'm sure you have a lot of questions."Jane nodded and opened her mouth to take a breath before speaking. He raised a hand to cut her off. "Not that I can answer everything just yet, but I'll do the best I can."She paused and looked down at the table for a moment, searching, then back up at him. "Have you been watching me?"Mr. Smith leaned forward in his chair and placed his elbows on its armrests. Bringing his hands up, he folded them together with his thumbs pointing at his sternum. He smirked a little and a twinkle lit up in his eyes. "Yes, we have.""We?" thought Jane. "You... you're not the contracting agent, are you? "Yes, er, no... correct""You're the Client."Mr. Smith put his index fingers together and touched his chin just below his smirk. "Sort of yes.""It's that woman, Lucy, then?""Also, sort of yes."Jane sniffed in frustration and paused to refocus on another line of thought that had been bothering her. "H... how did you know about..." She hesitated and looked down at the table again. Her unspoken thoughts were something she had never discussed with anybody. Mr. Smith took the opportunity of the long pause to spare her some embarrassment. "Lucy..." He looked askance, trying to find the right words. "Think of Lucy as a, oh, I don't know...." He then looked up at the ceiling in a moment of contemplation and then back down at Jane. "Think of her as a recruiter of sorts.""What kind of recruiter?""Let's just say that she has a talent for finding, uh... talent." "Is that what you are?""Sort of."Jane let out a small sigh and let the moment pass. "Is that why you did... that... to me last night?" "Sort of." This question seemed to amuse him.The obtuseness was getting frustrating. She let out another sigh and looked down at the table once again. Searching through the noise of a thousand questions in her mind all shouting for her attention at once she looked up and managed to get one out. "Why?""You're not alone, sweetie."Jane furrowed her eyebrows and tilted her head slightly to one side as she looked at Mr. Smith."Everyone always thinks that they're the only one." He cocked an eyebrow, looking up from below it as his smirk became a smile. With a lowered voice he continued. "Your... interests... are certainly rare, but you're not the only one with them." "Of course" she thought, realizing that they had probably tracked her online. "Stupid, stupid, stupid" Jane absentmindedly whispered to herself as she imagined smacking the palm of her hand up against her temple. Then, a little louder - "I... I... kind of knew that already."Mr. Smith blinked his eyes slowly and exhaled through his nose. "No, that just helped us figure out how to make contact without scaring you off." He lowered his folded hands down and sat back in his chair again, slowly rocking it back and forth. He took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "You're different, Jane." He paused a moment and then looked directly into her eyes. "You have </I>the</I> gift."She felt her heart drop into her stomach. The thousand shouting questions in her head all went silent at once as if they had simultaneously stopped to look up at Mr. Smith.He cocked his head a little bit to the other side, still smiling. "Look, do you think just </I>anyone</I> can do what you did last night?"The encounter briefly flashed in her mind. She was confused. "But... I didn't do anything." Mr. Smith let out another short breath through his nose and his smile broadened just a little bit more. A gentleness now seemed to pool in his eyes. "Yes you did, sweetie." He paused. "It was <I>all</I> you."Jane was stunned. The questions; they, too, were stunned.Mr. Smith now grinned like a Cheshire cat and he let out a knowing chuckle. "Welcome to the club." A little less than an hour later, Jane was nervously standing in a large room. It reminded her of a gymnasium; a weird gymnasium. There was soft rubber matting at her feet and the high walls and ceiling were lined by what looked like foam padding covered in fabric, like furniture upholstery. The whole room glowed white from cleverly hidden lights and she couldn't help comparing the setup to a padded cell in a mental institution. "Well, yeah, this <I>is</I> just a bit on the crazy side" she joked to herself. She wasn't exactly sure how much of a joke that sentiment really was after what Mr. Smith had outlined for the afternoon's itinerary.As she had been instructed to do, she stood at the center of the floor on a small painted circle waiting for Mr. Smith. Earlier, in a little room just off the entrance to the gym, she had changed into what looked like a white, one piece bathing suit. Its woven material was thin and smooth and impossibly stretchy. On her feet were white stretchy socks. She felt naked.Mr. Smith was soon at the glass entrance door of the cavernous room and then inside, walking over to her. He had exchanged the manila folder for a clipboard. "Good, good" he said as he approached, looking down and writing something on it. Once he was a few feet away, he pulled from out of his lab coat pocket what looked like a small black automobile key fob. "Would you move a couple steps to your right for me, please?"Jane complied. Mr. Smith pressed a red button on the fob and a small trap door under the circle she had just been standing in opened. After a moment, a green metallic compressed gas cylinder silently emerged on a mechanical platform and rose until the platform was even with the floor, taking the place of the trap door. The top of the cylinder came up to just below the height of Jane's chin and it had a regulator and a balloon inflation nozzle attached. There was a decal on the top of the cylinder identifying its contents as helium. She was very familiar with this particular setup."Does it fit okay?" Mr. Smith asked, gesturing at Jane's white suit."It's snug but it's perfect, otherwise.""Good, good" he nodded and made another note on the clipboard. "We have some other things if you don't think this one keeps your modesty very well." Jane nodded back in acknowledgement. "It's okay - just feels odd being in a bathing suit and not being poolside."Mr. Smith looked down at his clipboard once again and responded with a distracted grunt, then back up at Jane. "Well, let's get started, shall we?"Nervously, Jane nodded her head as her gaze switched from Mr. Smith to the green cylinder.From the same pocket of his lab coat that he had the fob in, Mr. Smith brought forth a large red deflated balloon and handed it to her. Jane turned it over, examining it. "There is nothing particularly special about that" he stated flatly as he pointed first to the balloon and then at the cylinder. "Or that." Then, he reached into the opposite pocket of the coat, removed his hand with the thumb and index finger pinched together, and with a quick motion released into the air above Jane's head what looked like a sparkling powder, just like he had done the night before. Jane flinched a little at the sudden gesture, a manifestation of her nervousness. Most of the powder quickly settled onto her and the balloon while the remainder seemed to vanish before hitting the floor. The little specks glowed brightly on her before quickly fading. It was as if they were being absorbed into her and the balloon. "Now, you are entangled."Jane's eyes widened with a sudden understanding of some of the cryptic things Mr. Smith had told her in the conference room and she silently nodded. He looked down again and wrote something on his clipboard and then reached out to Jane with his hand palm up, gesturing at the balloon. "May I?" Jane placed the balloon in his hand. She was trembling slightly. His smirk returned and as he received the balloon he stared straight at her with a raised eyebrow. He let out an amused little chuckle that seemed to say "I've got you now."He tossed the clipboard onto the matting next to the cylinder and began speaking very matter-of-factly, like an instructor to his student. "Right now you need this to focus." His attention alternated between Jane and the balloon as he spoke. "But eventually, you won't need anything at all." Jane nervously followed his hands as they took the balloon's valve and carefully placed it over the regulator's rubber nozzle. Slowly, he then pulled it down onto it. With the nozzle and balloon firmly pinched between his thumb and finger, he turned to look at Jane again. "Are ya' ready, sweetie?" She could barely manage a nod of the head. Her trembling seemed uncontrollable."Okay then." He paused and then winked at her. "I love this part." With a movement of his wrist, he deflected the nozzle to the side for a moment. There was a faint hiss of gas and the balloon went from limp to partially erect.Jane gasped and almost let out a shriek. She could feel herself filling. It was a soft, warm hollowness that seemed to well up from inside. Her jaw dropped and she began to breathe heavily, eyes wide.Mr. Smith deflected the nozzle once more. With another hiss, the balloon continued inflating, becoming erect above the regulator. He stopped just as it began to stretch. She gasped loudly as the hollowness spread. Involuntarily, she arched her back and threw her arms out to the sides. Her skin felt thick and taut and the white bathing suit seemed to be just a little bit tighter. She breathed even harder now, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and she looked up at Mr. Smith again, mouth agape.He continued his lecture. "Now, without any control, it's just kinda' all over." With another flick of his wrist, he deflected the nozzle to the side again but this time for much longer. The red balloon swelled with gas and its surface became shiny as it wobbled back and forth.Immediately, the hollowness intensified and Jane felt herself balloon into the suit. The feeling seemed to center about her torso and she could feel her chest and belly inflate. Her shoulders swelled along with her hips, thighs, and calves. The soles of her feet seemed to push outward along the floor matting as her legs pressed into one another. Her breasts perked across her chest, pushing the neckline of the suit outward. Her buttocks ballooned bodaciously. Then there was her... oh, dear God... even <I>that</I> was swelling. Eyes wide in astonishment, she stared upward, looking at nothing.Mr. Smith pulled the balloon from the nozzle, pinching its valve to keep the gas in and moved in front of the panting woman. Then, loosening his grip, he let the helium quickly escape. "And just like that, poof! Gone!"As the balloon rapidly shrank, so did Jane's body. Her skin seemed to shrink in upon itself as her chest and belly receded. She stood there for a moment, arms still out to her sides as she breathed in and out. She felt smaller. She felt heavier. She felt deflated.Mr. Smith bent down and picked up the clipboard, wrote something else, and then tossed it back down onto the floor. "You okay?"Jane nodded vigorously as her breathing slowed."Ready to continue?"She paused and breathed in deeply, closing her eyes for a moment before looking up and slowly nodding in the affirmative.Mr. Smith went over to the cylinder and carefully put the balloon back in place over the nozzle. "Now, with a little practice..." Flicking his wrist a little more forcefully than before, the balloon went from limp to erect to swelling in one quick moment. The hollowness returned but this this time seemed to be centered about her breasts. Her feminine balloons swelled quickly into the stretching suit. She reflexively grabbed them and they squeaked as they rubbed against each other and the fabric of the suit. She looked down at her ballooning cleavage and then back up at Mr. Smith with a daft smile on her face.He halted the inflation for a moment before continuing his speech. "You can..." He momentarily flicked his wrist. The gas flowed briefly and Jane felt only her left breast grow. It swelled until it was almost twice the size of the other and pressing into her forearm. Her fingers spread widely against the stretching suit. She looked down in astonishment."Very precisely..." He flicked his wrist again. Her right breast swelled like the other until the two were once again a matching pair."Control..." The nozzle was deflected again. This time her backside ballooned out. Her buttocks swelled to cartoonish proportions and then stopped."Things." He made one final, momentary twitch on the nozzle. Jane gasped as she felt her nipples swell beneath the palms of her hands and then looked up at him in astonishment.Mr. Smith let Jane stand there for a moment, holding her ballooned bazooms in her hands as she began to giggle. He lifted the balloon off the nozzle and then slowly let the helium out as Jane watched and felt her chest shrink back down to normal. Normal felt heavy and small."Doin' okay?""Yes!" Jane nodded enthusiastically as her giggles finished playing themselves out.The balloon was positioned back on the nozzle. "There are no limits." He tilted the nozzle to the side again, forcefully. The hollowness returned more intensely and she felt like she was expanding all over like before. But, there was a difference this time. Mr. Smith, indeed the whole room, seemed to be shrinking. Looking down at herself, she realized that she was growing taller. That is, growing both taller and filling out all over. Mr. Smith stopped the inflation when she was about three times her normal height. "No limits at all." Jane looked and felt like a buxom advertising inflatable. The suit and socks stretched right along with her and with every movement her shiny skin squeaked. The hollow pressure of the gas filling her seemed to make moving about more difficult and she felt light headed. Her two balloon like breasts seemed to be floating up and trying to force their way out the top of the suit and she felt very light, as if standing at the bottom of a swimming pool. When she tried to talk, her voice seemed to loudly echo inside her head and she looked down at Mr. Smith, mouth agape once again."Yeah, I know" he responded to her attenuated exclamation. Then, nodding toward the red balloon, he added "This thing has a lot of stretch left in it, ya' know. I can make you get much bigger."A wordless "Oh" formed on her lips as she looked down.Mr. Smith again removed the balloon from the nozzle and then slowly let the helium out. Soon, Jane was back down to her normal self: small and heavy. She stood there, chest heaving in and out as she tried to take in the experience. She looked at Mr. Smith. "Wow.""I have one last thing to show you."Jane nodded. "Okay.""I have to balance things, so be patient." Mr. Smith returned the balloon back to its perch on the nozzle and then quickly looked at Jane, studying her. After a few moments, he opened the nozzle and slowly began inflating the balloon.The hollowness returned again. Jane closed her eyes and tilted her head back, then put her arms out to her sides again. A shiver washed across her. Under the stretchy fabric of the suit, her belly began to swell. From her sternum to down to her mons pubis it swelled outward with helium. She began to feel lighter, much like she had the night before and she brought her arms around her front to feel herself swell. The fabric of the bathing suit easily stretched around the curve of her body.Mr. Smith stopped for a moment, then resumed. The balloon was already bigger than it had been at any time before. Jane felt her hips and thighs begin to swell now. As they got bigger, she had to shift the diminishing weight on her feet to widen her stance. The upness seemed like it was trying to pull her up backwards, trying to make her head and feet swap places.Mr. Smith stopped again and then took a breath, concentrating he narrowed his eyes. With another flick of the wrist, the balloon began to swell again. In tandem, so did both of Jane's breasts. Up into the neckline of the suit, they ballooned bigger and bigger. Soon, each had inflated until they seemed to be half the size of her belly. The suit strained but still stretched right along with them. Her new cleavage inflated up to her chin, squeaking as it tried to float up and out. The inverse pull was gone - Mr. Smith had "balanced" her.Still swelling, she could feel herself getting lighter and lighter until finally she went up on her toes as her heels left the ground. Mr. Smith halted the balloon's inflation. It was huge now. Jane opened her eyes wide and looked over at Mr. Smith, who smiled back at her. Teetering back and forth on her toes, she felt like she could push off and bounce up into in the air for a moment."You like it, sweetie?"Jane closed her eyes and nodded. "Oh... yes."Mr. Smith paused for another moment and then gently pushed the valve to the side to slowly add more gas. Jane felt her whole body swell a little bit more as her toes left the matting and she began to rise up into the air. First it was just a couple of inches, then one foot, then three.He let one more puff of helium into the balloon and Jane's posterior swelled just a little bit, making her slowly rotate forward into a more prone position. Over the swell of her cleavage she looked down at him and laughed. After a few more moments of rising, she felt the padded ceiling at her back.Mr. Smith let her float around for some time, partially deflating and reinflating the balloon to let the ventilation air currents carry her around. After a while, he began to slowly let the helium out of it until her toes touched the matting again. With a little more haste, he allowed her to fully deflate back to her normal self. Back on terra firma, she ran up to him with a big smile on her face and gave him a hug."Well, I've got some things I need to do." He reached out and grasped her wrist in his hand, pulled it up, and placed the deflated balloon in it."Really?" she asked, not sure to believe she was being let loose."Yes. I've shown you what to do and now you need to practice."Jane looked at the balloon in her hand, then at Mr. Smith, and then at the helium bottle. Mr. Smith bent down to retrieve his clipboard and then stood back up. "Oh, one last thing." There sternness in his tone returned and Jane's attention perked up."Whatever you do" he continued while pointing at the deflated balloon. "Don't let it burst."Alarmed at the implication, Jane's eyes went wide. "Will I...""Well, no, but let's just say you'll be stuck in whatever state you're in for a while.""Oh" she replied quietly."Seriously" he said, "don't let it happen." It was awkward at first. She had absolutely no control. At one point, frustrated and just wanting to float again, she found herself blowing up all over like parade balloon, holding onto the nozzle as the balloon inflated uncontrollably. Finally unable to hold on any longer, her grip loosened and she shot up into the air. The balloon promptly popped off the nozzle and began flying around the room as it deflated. When that happened, Jane found herself also rapidly shrinking while in midair. She began falling and crashed into the floor matting as the deflated balloon landed in front of her. Sitting up, she clutched a knee until the pain subsided.After many more failed attempts, something seemed to click and she was finally able to just blow her boobs up by themselves. With a number of tries, she could eventually get them as big as weather balloons. At one point she was able to inflate them so that they were big enough to pull her up to her tippy toes. After even more practice, she was able to do a fairly good job replicating some of the ways Mr. Smith had inflated her. The whole time, the white suit stretched with her.She found that she couldn't get enough of the feeling of being fully blown up and floating around, yet her sore knee tempered her yearning. If she were to accidently let go of the balloon while up on the ceiling, not even the floor matting would be able to prevent serious injury.She stood once again at the cylinder, pondering whether or not to act on the stupid impulse running through her head. After a few minutes of rationalizing in favor of the idea, she carefully placed the balloon valve back onto the regulator's nozzle and then slowly began to blow herself up like Mr. Smith had done on his final example. Reaching around her wobbling gaseous breasts, she gave the balloon one last quick blast as she went up on her toes, making her rise into the air. She tightly pinched the balloon's valve in her hand as it pulled off of the nozzle.She slowly rose until about she was about halfway between the floor and ceiling and then brought the shiny red balloon in front of her inflated cleavage. She paused for a moment. It wasn't too late to come down. Maybe this wasn't a good idea."Fuck it" she quietly said to herself and then brought her other hand up to the balloon, tightly closed her eyes, and dug her fingernails into its tight, shiny surface. It did not give.She pressed harder.Loudly, it burst in her face and she gasped and shuddered at the explosive noise.Slowly opening her eyes, she found that she was still hovering in the middle of the room with the shredded remnants of the balloon in her hand and down into her balloony cleavage.Jane giggled naughtily and kicked her feet. Mr. Smith stood next to Lucy at her computer. She looked up at him as he concentrated on the security camera feed. It was recording Jane as she floated around in midair sans the red balloon."Excellent." He smiled wryly."Verdict?" Lucy asked the question, already knowing what the answer was going to be."Start getting her prepped to help me on the San Francisco gig."

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Female Inflation

Breast Inflation

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Michael's mind drifted as he closed his eyes. The memory that lingered was one that he had dwelt on many times. At the time that the memory had been created, his interest had been piqued by the chance to see an old flame. He hadn't seen Suzie since they were teenagers. Now that he had graduated medical school and had start his surgical practice, her possibly coming back into his life was a pleasant surprise. Those old-school feelings of his first girl-crush bubbled up when she had somehow found his phone number and called him. That had led them to the infamously disastrous dinner date, where Michael had almost lost Suzie again. The event had ended up being a catalyst to a great relationship. That was what his mind wanted to relive. They sat across the table from each other, reminiscing about their teenaged love of many years ago, and filling in the blanks to each other as to the direction life had taken them gone since those days of yesteryear. Suzie told him about her schooling in fashion design, which had brought her back to their hometown for this chance meeting, and Michael telling her about medical school and the recent opening of him plastic surgery practice. She joked with him about his teenaged fascination with breasts, and how this new career would let him play with and alter as many of them as he wanted. She reminded him of the day he had taken her to the local fair, when afterwards teenaged Suzie had stuffed helium balloons into her shirt and admitted that she eventually wanted boobs the size of those balloons. They had roll-played with each other, imagining her real breasts blowing up like balloons until they had become so big that the helium inside them had caused her to float, and how Michael had to catch her before she flew away. It was then that his fascination with breasts had added the word 'inflatable' to his vernacular, and the obsession had led to the discovery of his 'special power'. He could make women's breasts inflate with the power of his mind, and he used that power as part of his body-sculpting medical practice. Suzie didn't believe him at first, daring him to make her breasts 'blow up' in an effort to expose him as a fraud. But when her chest began to rise and expand, she became an instant believer. Though the demonstration of his power was very convincing, it took a bad turn and went comically, embarrassingly wrong. It was the single time since his college days that his control of the power had slipped, and Michael watched helplessly as Suzie's boobs inflated out of control in the middle of the restaurant, bursting out of her blouse as onlookers watched. When they tried to escape, she had blown up so big that her breasts, like twin blimps, had pulled her off the ground and she floated to the ceiling. Later, Michael had succeeded in pulling her down and getting her over to his medical clinic and was able to deflate her back to her original size. Most girls would have panicked and run from such an event. Suzie laughed it off and stuck around, and now, a year later, they were married and sharing a home. The memory centered on the conversation they were having during that dinner, just before the inflation started. "Do you ever think about that day, after the fair...", Suzie had asked. "When you stuck those balloons under your shirt and pretended that they were your real breasts, and then you made me think I was inflating them?" Michael finished for her. "You could say that I have thought about that day a little too often." "It must have left quite an impression," Suzie commented coyly. "You might say the experience influenced me to go down the career path I have chosen," Michael explained. "You helped me discover a potential within me that since then I have tried to shape into something I can use in my career field." "I influenced you," she queried, chortling. "By putting balloons in my shirt? And because of that, you will be able to turn other women's boobs into giant beach balls as a plastic surgeon?" "In a way, yes," he answered calmly. Michael noticed the couple at the next table looking skeptically over at them, and chose to ignore the probing stares. "But, do you remember what you told me, how you described why your breasts were inflating that day?" Suzie thought for a moment. "Yes," she said stoically, "I told you that you had some strange, mystical power that caused women's breasts to inflate like helium balloons. Why do you ask?" "Because it came true." "What came true?" she repeated, cocking an eyebrow. Michael lowered his voice. "It is some kind of mental discipline, like telepathy or telekinesis. If I concentrate hard enough, I can make your breasts grow." Suzie dropped her napkin. This was not the kind of date she had planned for. "Are you messing with me? Because if you are, I am not impressed." Michael leaned a little closer. "Think about it. Breast augmentation without silicon or sutures. The potential money I can make is astounding. I just need the schooling to get the license to do the work." Suzie looked away; making sure that the intrusive couple next to them was not hearing this incredible work of fiction. Then she decided to play along. "So, you are telling me that all you have to do is think real hard about a certain woman's breasts, and they blow up like a pair of balloons." "Yes," he answered, a look of seriousness in his eyes. She leaned toward him. "Could you inflate me?" Suzie asked softly, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "As you can see, I didn't exactly grow up to match the size of those balloons I stuffed into my shirt that day. I could use the help." "What, right here?" he questioned. "Right now?" "Why not?" Suzie countered, wanting to see just how far his charade would go. "Or doesn't your secret power work in public places?" Michael hesitated. "If that is what it would take for you to believe me, I'll do it." Suzie's taunting grin spread even wider. "Go ahead, make my day."It was at this point, though, that the true memory ended, and the nightmare began. Michael began concentrating, willing his power into action. Suzie gasped, feeling her breasts expand inside her shirt, just as he had predicted. But they were blowing up much faster this time. "Whoa, slow it down, Mister Goodyear. You've convinced me. Now make it stop before my blimps bust out of my blouse," she demanded, discreetly. Too late, her top button snapped and went flying across the dining room. "I said 'make it stop'!" she said more loudly. Several people around them turned to look as the next set of straining buttons popped in succession, breast flesh pushing through the widening gap and up under her chin. Michael, still in his self-induced trance, was oblivious to what she was saying. And neither one of them heard the startled gasps and expressions of surprise as the range of his power began to widen and spread to neighboring tables. Starting with the couples sitting closest to them, every woman in the room started to inflate. By this time, Suzie's bra clasps had given up the fight and had exploded across the table into Michael's face. Her shirt hung in tatters as her breasts began to float upward, obscuring her vision. "Hey, Doctor Frankenstein, wake up!" she yelled, flinging a spoon at him, striking the dazed man in the forehead and breaking his concentration. "Look what you've done to me!" she screamed. "And look around and see what the lack of control of you power has done to everyone else."Michael, feeling like he was just waking from a dream, could do nothing but watch as Suzie expanded more. His body felt like lead, heavy and unmovable as he tried in vain to reach for her as she floated out of her seat, dragged skyward by her boob balloons. Then he looked to her left and saw that several other women were experiencing the same effect, with their breasts inflating under their fancy formal gowns and cocktail dresses. The air was filled with the sound of the steady hissing of inflating balloons and ripping fabric, while the men sat immobile, helplessly watching their women floating upward toward the high ceiling and away from them. The women screamed and kicked their startled rage as they slowly ascended, while Michael could only watch in stunned horror at the spectacle he created. They bumped into each other, bouncing in all directions as the women settled among the florescent ceiling lights with a sound not unlike a clutch of balloons fighting for space at the end of a single tether. Suzie, though, had not risen to the heights like the others. She seemed to be suspended in the air, half-way between the floor and the ceiling, slowly rotating like a balloon on a string. Her helium tits pointing straight up, she had to turn her head sideways in order to face him. "Michael!" she called to him "Babe! He looked up at her. "When it is convenient, would you mind getting yourself under control and deflating all of us?!" she exclaimed. "I'm sure we would all like to be on the ground in the next day or two!"Michael's eyelids became heavy, his reaction slow. "But I can't," he mumbled. "I don't have control of my power."Suzie glared, the other women begging for help above her. "Listen, mister. You have better wake up right now and get control of yourself, and get us down!"Instead, Michael closed his eyes, and slumping, laid his head on the table. "Maybe later," he said, his speech slurring. "I'm too tired right now."Angrily, Suzie flailed her arms and legs in the air. "Babe!" she screamed, trying to keep his attention. "Wake up!"Babe...Wake up...Wake up...Michael sat up with a gasp. He was back in his bedroom at home, the afternoon sun streaming in through the window in the far wall. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs of sleep from it, and dwelled on the imagery of the bazaar dream he had just awakened from. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and he and Suzie had laid down for a short nap less than an hour before. He turned and noticed that Suzie was no longer in bed with him. He stretched and yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before rising from the bed, going to look for his wife.That was when he bumped his head into a pair of dangling feet. His eyes followed the feet up the long legs to where they met at a pair of black lace panties that covered a shapely, recognizable ass. Gazing up further, he could see two arms protruding from either side of two massive domes of tit flesh that were topped by overstretched nipples that were brushing the bedroom ceiling. Suzie's face was hidden behind her helium-filled mounds, but he could hear her voice just fine. Exasperated, she spoke with a forced calm between clenched teeth. "When it is convenient, would you mind getting yourself under control and deflating me?" she said, hands grasping the rounded sides of her weather balloon-sized breasts. "This is getting a little old. This is the second time this week, and the fourth time in a month that I have woken up being tits-up on the ceiling."Flushing, he rasped "I'm am SO sorry!" as he grabbed her ankles and tried to pull her down. Suzie was too buoyant, pinned to the ceiling by her flesh balloons, his weight unable to pull her from the height. "Give me a minute," he mumbled, settling to the side of the bed, and, concentrating, issued a mental command. There was an audible release of pressure, like a tire loosing air, and Suzie slowly began to shrink and descend. When she was able to touch the carpeted floor, she maneuvered herself over next to her husband, her still slightly inflated boobs bobbing up and down as she moved. She put a reassuring hand on his, placing the other arm across the top of her bloated tits and pushing them down so she could talk without the floating obstructions in her way. "You were dreaming about our first time again, weren't you?" "Yes," Michael answered, abashed."Then you need to extent your control into your dreams, apparently," she sighed. "Every time you dream about that, I end up waking up and finding myself floating under a pair of skin blimps. Honestly, my nipples are sore from rubbing the ceiling tiles!"Michael hung his head. "Alright, I'll see what I can do," he said, humbled.Suzie snuggled up close to him. "I'll tell you what. You can blow me up again later. I love the feel of these helium hooters getting bigger and bigger, but I prefer to be awake for it." She leaned in and whispered seductively in his ear. "And maybe we can figure out how you can ride your balloon girl and have a little floating fun..."That sent a tremble of excitement through him. Michael had always wanted to try sex in zero gravity, and that would be the closest to it. "Deal," he whispered back, placing a hand on an inflated mammary and gently squeezing.

4465

balloon, inhale, magic, self inflation, water

Female Inflation

Belly Inflation, Breast Inflation, Butt Inflation, Full Body Inflation

None

4.4

25

Jen lay back on her bed, trying to remember the dream she had been having before her alarm woke her up. It was beginning to fade, but she could still remember the major parts. She was lying somewhere, maybe a beach? Maybe at home...it was fading fast. She remembered having a large belly, sticking out above of her, as she was lying down. Then it was gone, all she could remember was that she had a dream, and the vagueness about what it was, but that was it. She sighed, closed her eyes, trying to will the dream back into being, but nothing. Absentmindedly, she ran a hand over her smooth flat belly and sighed. She stuck out her belly a bit, trying to get it as large as it had been in the dream, a vague hope that maybe this time, it would really happen, but nothing. Vaguely disappointed, she slid out of bed, and wearily walked over to the bathroom. After a quick shower, she plopped down on her sofa and sighed. It was Saturday, nothing was really going on, and she was already feeling bored. Her mind kept trailing back to her dream, and her hand kept going to her belly, as if it would suddenly start swelling up. She grinned to herself, and wondered if she could get a balloon or something. She had done it before, and it always gave her a bit of a thrill. Just picturing herself that huge, a massive belly in front of her, her breasts bigger as well, almost resting on top of her belly, maybe even large hips, looking like a old fertility goddess...It always gave her a warm tingle. She had never told anyone, save a few people online she had never seen, and she knew it would confuse the heck out of her friends if she did tell them. She was the opposite of her fantasy, thin as a lathe, with no curves to be found anywhere; her long red hair was the only thing that marked her as female. And she had tried in the past, when she first gotten her apartment out of college, she binged almost daily, stuffing herself until her stomach hurt, but she never gained a ounce. Her friends were all jealous, when she would order a huge triple burger, large milkshake and fries, while they ate a salad. They couldn't understand how she was so thin, and Jen didn't either. Jen's stomach gave a little gurgle, as if in response to it's betrayal, and she sighed. "Fine...lets get you something...not that it ever did me any good..." She climbed to her feet and walked outside, locking the door behind her, and climbing into her car. She wasn't sure where she wanted to eat, so she just drove around downtown, looking for something interesting. A small store caught her eye as she drove past, some kind of party store, she thought. As she thought that though, the image of her lounging around with a massive balloon under her shirt, popped into her head, and she blushed, as if everyone else could see her thoughts. She pulled into a parking spot in the street, and climbed out, walking towards the store, putting on a carefully blank face, so the people wouldn't know what she really wanted them for. The bell over the door tinkled as she walked in, but she immediately stopped at the entrance. "Hi!" Said a chipper voice near a register. "How can I help you?" Jen felt her jaw drop a bit, then tried to recompose herself. "Um...I think I'm in the wrong place...I thought this was a party store." She said, already backing towards the door slowly. "I just wanted to get some balloons, not anything like..." Jen gestured around the store, which was filled with a huge variety of, well, the only word that came to Jen's mind was "Stuff." It seemed to be a cross between an antique shop, and some kind of new age shop. Across the wall behind the counter were tons of bottles in many different sizes, around the walls and shelves of the other walls were weird curios, boxes, jewelry, incense and other things she couldn't recognize. The glass counter had a lot of weird jewelry in it, all carefully priced and organized. The girl standing behind the counter though, was what make Jen's jaw drop. She was tall, Jen would guess about six foot, if not a bit taller, blonde, and insanely curved. Her button up shirt, while well fitting, seemed strained, as breasts the size of cantaloupes rose up and down with every breath. Her hips faired out as well, her pants hugging the curves of her butt. "Balloons? We've got those!" The blonde girl said, smiling a dazzling smile. "What kind? We've got big ones, small ones, special ones, what're you going to be using them for?" "Huh?" Jen said, feeling her face blushing a bit while she struggled to regain her composure. "Oh, just, you know a party, nothing special about it..." The blonde girl raised an eyebrow minutely, and then smiled again. "No problem! Lets see...here's a big one, about three feet around, and here's a pack of smaller ones. Need any helium or anything like that?" "Um..no, just the balloons should be fine." Jen said, fighting to control her blushing. It was like the girl knew what she wanted exactly, and it was throwing her off a bit. "How much?" "Oh, just five bucks." The blonde girl said, smiling sweetly. "Wow, cheep," Jen said, almost unthinkingly. "Last time just the big one cost eight, and it didn't..." Jen shut her mouth with an almost audible snap, and silently handed the girl a five dollar bill, feeling the warmth going to her cheeks. "Thanks for stopping by!" The blonde girl smiled. "And remember, we offer full guarantees, any problems, just come on back!" Jen nodded, and grabbed her bag, walking quickly out the door, as the girl called after her, "Thanks for shopping at Spastic Magic!" The door dinged behind her, as the blonde girl grinned, and twisted a ring she had around her finger. "Julia!" She called to the back room. "That mind reading ring works! It's a bit fuzzy, but you can get a picture of what's on their mind. Freaked out the girl who just came in." "Thanks Mandy!" called a voice from the back. "Can you come back here really quick? Miranda failed her potion test, and I need some help moving her. Hopefully next time she'll remember it's .1 ounce, not 1." Mandy sighed and moved to the back room, while Jen walked quickly to her car. Jen was calmer, but she couldn't shake a feeling that the girl knew what she wanted the balloons for. That was ridiculous though...She couldn't have. Her stomach gave another growl, and she sighed, looking for a decent place to eat. A few minutes of searching brought her to a Chinese fast food place, where she quickly ordered, and sat back, waiting for the food. She brought the bag of balloons out on the table, and immediately felt a flush of shame, but fought it back down. It was just some balloons. Nothing wrong with that, she told herself. The smaller ones looked normal, but the big one was weird...it was a pale skin tone, and very stretchy. It had an odd texture as well, smoother in a way than the other balloons. Her feeling of the balloons was cut short by the arrival of her food, and she quickly shoved the balloons away. After eating, and getting the usual number of stares by people who couldn't believe that a girl with her figure could eat that much, or that she was going to visit the bathroom right after this, she left, and began the drive home. She couldn't stop playing with the big balloon though, it felt like no other balloon she had felt before, and seemed warm against her hands. Pulling in front of her apartment, she went inside and quickly as she could, and locked the door behind her. She then went though the apartment, closing any open blinds, and going back to her room. She felt the tingle of excitement come over her again, and pulled off her clothes, and pulled on a triple extra large white t-shirt. It looked like she was wearing a tent, but she grinned and put a hand on her flat belly. The small balloons were first, quickly and expertly blowing them up, and sticking them under her shirt, she then turned to the large one lying on her bed. Taking it and beginning to blow into it, she saw it grow larger before her eyes. As she blew more and more into it, it grew bigger and bigger, a massive flesh-colored sphere. Jen tied it off, and pulled her shirt over it, feeling the massive balloon, and picturing it as her belly. Jen let out a yawn, the food induced sleep starting to hit her, and she laid back, looking at her huge breasts and massive belly towering over her. With one last wish that it was real, she closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep. A loud noise snapped her awake, and she looked around, momentarily confused. She was lying on her chest, and she could feel the shards of rubber against her skin. She sighed, and rolled over. Yet another disappointment upon waking up, and another dream interrupted. She reached down her shirt, and pulled out the shards from the smaller balloons. Jen looked around her bed in confusion, as the larger balloon was nowhere to be found. It wasn't on the floor, and wasn't anywhere in her bed. "Ah well...what a rip off...That balloon popped right away." Jen said to herself. She yawned, and lay back, patting her slim belly, the slight budge from her food earlier already almost gone. Jen pushed out her belly like she always did, imagining it as big as it was before she went to sleep, towering above her. Her belly quickly bulged out and Jen patted it, feeling the usual depressed feeling. Jen took another breath, and tried to make her belly bulge more, wishing that it would get bigger. As she did, she felt her belly start to expand under her fingers. Jen froze, looking down at her belly. It looked a little bigger than before, but she wasn't sure. She tried to get control of herself, saying, "It's just a trick of my mind, it's not actually bigger...that's not possible." A smaller part of her was saying that it was though, you felt it, and you can see it! Jen closed her eyes and tried to relax, taking a deep breath. As she did, she felt her belly expand outwards, growing slightly under her hands. Jen whipped off her shirt and stared at her belly, bulging outwards, making her look slightly pregnant. Her first thought was one of elation, but that was quickly dampened by other thoughts. What would her friends think if she showed up looking pregnant? Would it grow whenever she took a breath? How was it possible? Could she go back to normal? Jen squeezed down on her belly, but nothing happened. Closing her eyes, she tried to think. "Ok, just relax. Step by step...You went to sleep, and you woke up like this...Am I still dreaming? No, I'm awake, at least I think so. I took a deep breath, and my belly grew bigger...Maybe exhaling..." Jen let out a breath, but nothing seemed to happen. She was starting to get nervous. True, it was what she always wanted, but not like this. Jen squeezed down on her belly, and tried to exhale as hard as she could. As she did, she felt her belly shrink down, and air rush out of her mouth. The flow of air stopped, and she looked down at her belly, now back to normal. Jen sighed in relief, and sat up. "Alright...now that it's back to normal...lets see..." Still wondering if it was all something she was imagining, she took a deep breath. She could feel her lungs filling, and then, felt the air going somewhere else for a moment. Her belly looked slightly bigger, and she poked it, still not daring to believe that it was true. "It can't be true...It's not possible!" Jen squeezed her belly, and felt a feeling of elation come over her. "It's true...it has to be! Or this is the best dream I've ever had..." Jen took another deep breath, and she felt he belly grow a little bit more. "There must be a faster way..." Jen thought. She took another breath and closed her mouth, exhaling into her mouth. As she did, she felt the air fill her mouth, but then start to expand her belly. The air quickly rushed in, swelling out her belly as she exhaled. She took another breath, and did it again, and again, her belly pushing against her white shirt. She ran a hand over her belly, and gave a little coo of pleasure. "Hehe, I'm like a balloon!" With another squeeze, she walked into her bathroom to take a look at herself in the mirror. "Heh, I need to get a bigger mirror!" Jen giggled, as she turned around, marveling at her new form. "Too bad I didn't get any curves up here though..." she said, giving her flat chest a poke. Jen gave her belly another squeeze and suddenly had an idea. Not sure how, but trying to focus, she took another breath, and exhaled it into her mouth, this time, trying to force the air into her chest. Her belly swelled out for a second, but then her chest grew, lifting her shirt as they grew bigger and bigger, the neckline of the shirt revealing a line of cleavage. "Yes!" Jen cried out. "I'm curvy! Finally, after all these years, I'll be able to fill out a dress, have cleavage, everything!" She squeezed them together, and they bounced around like balloons. "Hm...they look really fake though. Too light and bouncy...I wonder..."She looked over at the tub, and grinned. A few minutes of forcing the air out had left her back to how she was, and taking off her shirt, she climbed into tub, and laid back. Her showerhead was one of the detachable ones, and if you screwed the showerhead off, you could just use the tube. That tube had been very useful earlier, when she had to use balloons to make herself look bigger. But now...Jen giggled in anticipation, it was like all her dreams had come true. She turned on the water and unscrewed the showerhead. Water poured out in a steady stream, and Jen took a deep breath, grinning as her belly swelled a little. She then put the hose in her mouth, and started to drink. She could feel the water flowing into her, and as she looked down, her belly started to swell. Not sticking out like it did before, now it looked heaver, and started to dip down, resting on her thighs. No sooner then she thought that, she felt the water flow shift, and began to feel the warm flow of the water through her hips and thighs. They were slowly fattening as well, and Jen took the hose out of her mouth with a gasp of air. "Whew...can't breathe while...I'm doing that...Heh, looks like it works in other places too!" Jen gave her belly and thighs a squeeze, giving a little gasp of pleasure as the water rippled, her thighs jiggling, and her belly resting on top. "Hmm...I wonder..." Jen tried to concentrate, and focused on her chest. She pushed down on her belly, and after a moment of resistance, her breasts swelled, hanging down from the weight of the water, looking like two heavy melons, almost resting on top of her belly. Jen squeezed them together, feeling their heavy weight and the pleasure from running her hands over them. Jen took another breath, and stuck the hose back in her mouth, swallowing the water as fast as she could. Her belly swelled out more, as did her chest and her butt. It grew larger and larger, swelling in front of her eyes, as she felt the taughtness of her belly, and how good it felt. Jen quickly figured out how to take quick breaths between gulps so she didn't have to stop the growth, and just watched herself grow. Her belly was almost touching both sides of the bathtub, looking like a massive flesh colored beach ball, her boobs lying on top. The weight was getting a bit much, so Jen took the hose out of her mouth reluctantly, and ran a hand over her new body. "I don't believe it, I'm huge!" Jen giggled and tried to stand up. "Jeeze..." Jen grunted as she slowly made her way to her feet. "I weigh a ton!" Stepping carefully, she got out to the bathtub, and made her way out of the bathroom, carrying her huge body in front of her. She had made it a few steps when she felt her foot slip on something. She tried to right herself, but her new bigger and much heavier form had a whole different set of rules. Her body fell forward, and as she let out a cry and braced herself for the impact, she had a flash of a balloon falling on the ground, and bursting, spraying water everywhere, and leaving the balloon in pieces. She let out another cry as her massive belly hit the ground, there was a moment of pain, and then a rushing feeling though her body. She felt her butt and legs almost instantly swell up, as did her arms slightly. She lay there for a moment, feeling her huge hips and legs jiggling with a lot of force. After a minute, her legs started to settle, and she tried to get to her feet. She rolled over on her back and sat up, looking at her huge lower body. Her hips had to be at least three feet wide, and her legs matched it. They looked like someone had inflated her legs, her thighs were massive, ever her feet were plump, and her toes almost round from the water. She gently for to her feet, feeling her feet squish a little as the water was forced out, and stared at herself. "Well...I guess I can't pop..." she said, with a nervous laugh. She gave her huge hips a squeeze, sending ripples through her lower body. Jen blushed red, and bit her lower lip. "That's...interesting..." The ripples moved against skin and inside of her shaking certain places. "Umm...I think I'll try to get the water out now..." she said, blushing furiously. She took a few slow ponderous steps towards the bathroom, her huge thighs rubbing against each other and shaking, and sending waves through her lower body. Jen bit her lip again, and tried to breathe slowly. Her butt was so wide that she had to turn sideways to get back into the bathroom, and even then she could feel the sides of the doorway rubbing against her. She tried to gently lower herself into the tub, but the gallons and gallons of heavy water ruined that plan, and her butt fell down into the tub with a thud and causing Jen to cry out in pleasure. She swung her huge legs into the tub, and tried to calm down, which was easier said than done with the waves in her watery legs moving up and down, stimulating her like she had never felt before. "Ok, calm down..." Jen took another deep breath and tried to calm herself down. "Just relax...Gotta figure out how to get down to normal size. In retrospect, it may have been better to try to get rid of the water when I was smaller, but no time to worry about that now." She tried to focus, but the movement of the water was making it difficult. The water slowly settled down, and Jen took a deep breath. "Alright, that's settled...gotta squeeze now..." She pressed down on her thighs with her hands, trying to force the water up, focusing on her belly. There was a bit of resistance, and then she could feel her belly swelling up again. After a few minutes of treating her legs like toothpaste tubes, slowly squeezing the water upwards, she had moved most of it to her belly. Her massive stomach practically loomed over her, it looked as if she was holding a huge beachball in front of her. She slowly got to her feet and held her massive belly in front of her. "How the heck am I going to get back down to size..." Jen's face lit up then, and she grinned. "Well, I am filled with water..." With a squeeze on her belly, water started to pour from her mouth, in a fountain, splashing down into the bathtub. Jen was grinning around the flow of water, and she tried to pose like a fountain, her arms out and a leg up in the air. A few moments later, the flow stopped and Jen gasped for breath. "Wow, that was a lot of water. Back to my normal, boring self though...Not for too much longer though!" Jen's mind was filled with thoughts, all her deepest fantasies had come true in one day, and she barely knew where to begin. "First some air, then maybe some more water, I'll get huge hips! Oh, wait, some helium!" She giggled manically to herself, "I could go flying!" The sound of her cell phone ringing shook her out of her wild thoughts. She ran over to the phone, and with a few deep breaths to calm down, she tried to answer it. "Hello?" Jen said, trying to keep the trill out of her voice. "Jen? It's me, Alex!" The high voice of Jen's good friend came over the phone, talking quickly. "What're you doing tonight?" "Umm, well, I didn't really..." "Good! I'm having a party at my place, and I really want you to come. It'll be fun! There'll be some cute guys over here." "I dunno..." Jen said, but then had an image of her standing in a group of guys, her boobs and butt swelling up and out, stretching her shirt and pants, as the guys all stared at her in wonderment. "Actually...Yah, that might be fun! Heh, I've got something to show you too." "Really? Awesome! People should be coming over in a few hours, so see you later!" There was a beep as the call was cut off, and Jen sat down, trying to get her thoughts in order. Party tonight. She had a chance to meet some guys finally, and amaze her friends. Jen looked down at her slim body and grinned. "Should I grow before or after I get there...I think after, hehe, it'll be more impressive." She jumped up and ran to her bedroom, digging though her clothes, looking for something that looked good, but still had plenty of give in it. After a few minutes of searching, she came up with a semi-loose tanktop, and baggy pants. "Still loose...but not after tonight! Hehe, they'll be going nuts trying to figure out how I did it." It was still a few hours before she had to leave, she had to take a shower and get ready. Taking a shower took longer than before, it seemed like she couldn't stop herself from trying to inflate herself, and even though she said just a little, she couldn't stop, and by the time she settled herself and got back to normal, she barely had time to get dressed and put on her makeup. Jen gave herself a look in the mirror, the tanktop was a bit lose on her and her cargo pants were barely hanging onto her hips. "Hmm...Don't want these to fall off..." She laughed to herself and took a deep breath, concentrating. Her hips and butt slowly swelled out, giving her pants something to hold onto. "That's better! Don't think anyone will notice...not now anyway!" Jen checked the time and quickly left her apartment and got in her car. She laughed as she sat down, her slightly inflated butt giving her a nice cushion to sit on. A quick drive and she walked up to Alex's door and knocked. She heard the high chirp of Alex yelling she'd be right there and after a moment, the door swung open. "Hi Jen!" Alex said, giving her a hug and leading her in. Alex always put Jen in mind of a chipmunk for some reason. She was hyperactive, short, brown hair, a bit plump and had a small gap in her front teeth. "Glad you could make it, most people had other plans." Jen followed her to the back of her house where the party had already started and poured her a glass of beer. "Here ya go, enjoy!" Jen sat down, feeling her butt give her some padding and with a grin, started drinking. About two hours later, Jen was pretty tipsy. Normally she didn't drink much, but the excitement of the day and the party atmosphere had made her drink more than she normally would. Also, she thought muzzly to herself, the beer was having an effect on her. She could see her tank top was tighter than it had been at the start of the day, and her pants were beginning to tighten quite a bit. Even her belly was sticking out a bit, and she could feel the beer gently fizzing inside of her, tickling her insides. She stood up, swaying slightly from the alcohol and her rounder shape, and walked inside to the kitchen. Alex was there, mixing up a new batch of drinks, and giggled when she say Jen. "Hey! Say, I've got a quick question..." She moved closer to Jen, and gave her protruding belly a poke. "Have you gained weight? You look bigger all over..." Jen giggled as well, her brain gently soaking in alcohol. "Well...not really...but watch this!" She took a deep breath, focusing on her chest, and as she inhaled, her boobs began to fill, beginning to strain her shirt as she inhaled, stopping when they filled her formerly lose top. "Tada!" Jen said, striking a pose and almost falling over. "No way!" Alex poked her new boobs and giggled. "How'd you do that?" "I dunno, I just woke up and it was like this!" Jen grinned and grabbed an empty pitcher and started to fill it with water. "And it's not just my boobs either, watch!" Jen started to drink, and felt her hips begin to swell. They slowly grew outwards, stretching her pants, and when Jen put down the jug with a gasp, her formerly loose pants were skin-tight. Alex gave her huge backside a poke, and giggled as it started shaking like a water balloon. "That's amazing! How big can you get?" Jen shrugged. "No idea...I got pretty huge back at home though." "Well, that calls for a drink!" Alex poured her a tall glass and handed it to her. "Come on, lets go back outside." Alex giggled and poured herself a drink, and walked outside. After another few hours, the party was pretty much over. Jen was the only one still there, and from her current state, she thought to herself though the haze of alcohol, she wasn't going anywhere till tomorrow. She yawned and rested her hands on her belly. It was definitely bigger now, she had lost count of how many beers she had drank, and all that carbonization was really affecting her. She could feel her stomach bubbling and gently growing under her hands. Alex came and sat down next to her, staring at her slowly swelling belly in amazement. "I dunno how it happened, but I just wish it happened to me!" Jen laughed and shook her belly. "It is kinda nice...No more skinny Jen! Big round curvy Jen now!" Alex suddenly got up and ran as quickly as she could into her dark yard. After a few moments, she came back, dragging a long garden hose, and giggled. "Well, lets just see how big round and curvy Jen can be!" "I dunno...I feel nice now..." "Come on...please? Aren't you curious how huge you can get? Imagine, boobs the size of basketballs, a huge butt, and after the party, shrink down to go to work!" Jen drank the remainder of her drink and grinned. "Ok, you go turn on the water." Alex laughed and ran off, and the hose started to pour water. Jen took a deep breath and put the hose up to her mouth. The water quickly started to fill her body, her belly surged out for a moment until Jen concentrated and the water began to flow to her boobs. They grew quickly, straining the fabric of her shirt, almost overflowing the tops, when Jen switched the flow to her hips. The cool water rushing to her lower body almost made her choke on the water as she gasped in pleasure. She had forgotten about this part. The water kept on flowing, straining her pants, when with a popping sound, the button on the front flew off, and Jen quickly began to outgrow them. She could feel her belly overflowing her pants, and could hear the popping of the seams as her massive thighs overflowed them. Jen almost choked again when her pants finally tore off, and her huge thighs broke free, shaking and jiggling. The feeling was unlike anything she ever felt before, and she lost all her concentration. She began to expand all over, almost forgetting where she was as she grew bigger. There was another tearing sound as her breasts finally burst free from her tank top, leaving her huge boobs resting on her swelling belly. Jen's arms and legs were getting harder to move as she grew bigger, her body getting rounder and bigger as the water flowed into her. Jen felt her legs being pushed apart by her growing thighs, and felt her arms get stiffer and harder to move, but that was going on in a distant part of her mind. Through the alcohol, all she could think was how good this felt and how she wanted to get bigger. Jen sat backwards, feeling her butt hit the ground with a huge slosh, feeling the massive waves coarse through her body. She kept on drinking, as she felt her arms get stiff until she could only wiggle her hands, and she felt her legs stop moving except for her feet, but she didn't care much about that. All she could feel was the wind on her sensitive body, the gentle waves inside of her and her body getting bigger. Jen felt the water flow stop though, and she started to suck on the hose, trying to get more water inside of her. Spitting out the hose, she tried to turn her head, but her huge body prevented her from moving at all. She could feel the floor with her feet, but just barely. "Alex? What's wrong? Come on...turn the hose back on! What're you doing?" Alex walked around in front of Jen, unsteadily putting her hands on her massive body and giggled. "You're squishy! Come on, any bigger you won't fit through the doors!" Alex leaned against Jen's massive body, and with a grunt of effort, slowly began to roll her forward though the double porch doors. Alex stopped inside of the kitchen, and walked in front of Jen. "I dunno if this is me drunk and hallucinating, but if it is true, you better tell me how you did it in the morning!" Alex stumbled to her room, and Jen heard her collapse on the bed. Jen sighed and closed her eyes, feeling the pleasure of the water still moving inside of her. She let out a soft sigh of pleasure and fell asleep. The next afternoon, the bell over the door of Spastic Magic rang, and Julia looked up. "Welcome to Spastic Magic, How can I help you?" Jen grinned and blushed slightly. "Well, I bought a balloon from you yesterday...and well...My friend would like to buy some things too." "That's right!" Alex said, grinning. "I don't know how you do it, but whatever you're selling, I'm buying." Julia smiled, "No problem! Just tell me what you want, and I'm sure we can figure out exactly what you need."

34742

demolition, mentos, pop rocks, soda

Female Inflation

Belly Inflation

None

3.9

11

Tania eyed the two-liter bottle of diet soda in her hands nervously. "Do I really have to do this?""'fraid so," Claire said, breaking open a fifth roll of Mentos. "New pledges have to be initiated. Them's the rules." She dumped the contents into the blender before tossing the paper aside and opening another roll. "Honestly, you're getting off easy."The blonde glanced down at the second two-liter bottle by her feet. "Are you sure?""Listen, I've seen some o'the things they do to guys over in Kappa Delta Theta, and trust me." The brunette paused for dramatic emphasis as she put the cap on the blender and tapped the button a few times. "This ain't nothin'."Tania looked at Claire, who nodded reassuringly, before unscrewing the cap and raising the bottle to her lips. She winced at the sudden burst of carbonation before beginning to drink in a steady series of mouthfuls, each swallow punctuated by a quiet "glug."Claire returned her attention to the blender, emptying the Mentos chunks into a small bowl beside her. "If you're really worried, all you're going to do is belch for a bit." She scooped up several packages of Pop Rocks and began tearing them open, adding them to the mix. Raising the bowl, she swirled it around a bit, more to kill time than anything else. "Nobody's going to see you, either; we're both in the basement and everyone else is out getting drunk."A few moments later there was a loud gasp, and she turned to see Tania gently throw the empty bottle away. The blonde was now sporting a small belly, poking out from beneath her sweater. Tania reached down, undoing the button on her jeans before cradling her stomach with one hand, stooping to pick up the soda. Standing, she undid the top and continued to drink in slow, steady draughts.Claire couldn't help but marvel at how a girl Tania's size could have that much room in her. Her eyes were drawn to her belly as it gently edged outward, pushing her sweater up she drank. There was a strange softness to it, and she stood there wondering what it would be like to hold it in her hands, feeling it grow between her fingers.The sound of the second bottle hitting the floor startled Claire out of her reverie, and she blushed and looked away, realizing that she had been staring at Tania the entire time. "Okay, um." She snatched up a one-liter bottle of diet cola and funnel with one hand, taking the bowl in the other and crossing the empty basement to Tania, who was staring queasily at the objects she was holding.Claire held out the funnel. "Ready?"Tania nodded weakly, taking the funnel, leaning her head back and putting it into her mouth. Raising her arms, Claire emptied the bowl of Mentos and Pop Rocks into the funnel, washing it down into Tania's mouth with the soda as she forced the powdery, gritty mixture down her throat.As the last of the soda and powder drained down, Claire stepped back, giving Tania room to breathe. "Congratulations," Claire said, tossing the bottle of soda away. "You're in. How you holdin' up?"Tania forced a smile. "I feel... kind of gassy." She squeezed her stomach; were it not for the amount of give it had one could easily mistake her for being in the early months of pregnancy."You should be okay," Claire said. "A little burpy, but like I said-""Wait. Do you hear that?"Claire's head snapped up to the ceiling. "Is someone back already?" She strained to hear, listening for footsteps, but all that was there was a fizzing sound, barely audible but steadily increasing in volume. "All I hear is a fizzing..." She trailed off, looking back at Tania.Tania whimpered, clutching her stomach as the fizzing grew louder. As the noise reached a crescendo it began trembling beneath her fingers, and she let out a shriek as it rapidly blossomed outward to the size of a beach ball, still quivering and fizzing in her hands."The pressure," she groaned. "It's... it's too much..."Claire's jaw worked uselessly for a few seconds before her mind caught up. "C'mon, we need to get you to... to a doctor or something." She took one of Tania's hands, leading her towards the stairs as Tania waddled behind her. No sooner did they take a few steps than Tania experienced another burst of explosive growth, doubling in size. Ihe force of her stomach impacting Claire sent her stumbling forward as it pushed Tania onto her back.The contents of her stomach sloshed and jostled from the fall, foaming within her as they fueled a third growth spurt, filling her at an almost frantic pace. She grew to four feet, then five, then six, filling the space between floor and ceiling in seconds before spreading outward.Pushing herself back up, Claire turned to see a fizzing, flesh-colored bubble growing larger and larger in the basement behind her, shoving chairs and tables aside in its quest for room. Tania had quickly been buried beneath her own gas-filled body, crying desperately beneath it in a futile attempt at control. There was no way of reaching her; all Claire could do now was run.She scrambled up the steps as Tania's stomach ballooned towards her, slamming the door and locking it before pausing to collect her thoughts. She paced the living room, trying to think of ways to stop the gassy, fizzing mass of a belly that the new pledge had become. It couldn't go on forever, that much was certain; but she didn't know if Tania would keep growing until it stopped, or if she'd run out of space and just...Suddenly the floorboards creaked and groaned, pushing upward. There was a loud crack as they heaved beneath Claire and, startled, she sprinted for the door. Throwing it open, she ran outside as a dome of fizzing, inflated flesh topped with a shallow navel broke through the floor, bits of tile and plaster sliding off its surface.In the basement Tania continued to struggle, her only clue to the goings-on above her the scratching and poking of random objects against her ballooning body. All else was a constant, near-endless pressure from within, pushing against something around her, building bigger and bigger before finally finding release for a brief moment, stomach stretching and inflating until the process started anew. It was a constant cycle of pressure, release and growth, and Tania could only wish for it to end.Once more the pressure mounted and continued to mount as something resisted her from all sides, holding her in. It was unlike anything Tania had experienced as it continued to build, her belly still fizzing as it groaned with pneumatic pressure. Above her, the interior of the three-story sorority house had been broken apart and shoved aside, filled with a young woman impossibly bloated with gas. Something had to give.Tania strained, beads of sweat rolling down her face. "Just..."The walls creaked."...a bit..."Glass panes shattered."...more..."Flesh bulged from the windows.Tania let out a shriek, and with a deafening rumble, the sorority house blew apart in a shower of wood and masonry. In its place was a building-sized blimp of a belly, marked with dust and dirt, swaying gently in the night breeze.As the fizzing faded away Tania smiled wearily, eyes closing as she drifted off to sleep. She didn't know what happened but, well, she could handle it in the morning.

33053

belly inflation, Cloth ripping

Female Inflation

Belly Inflation, Breast Inflation, Butt Inflation

None

4.1

12

She hurried down the hall into her room, she locked the door and bit her lip holding the potion she had purchased from the market place. Trembling, she placed the bottle of magic she bought on the table and changed into something more, suitable. She put on her black silk dancing outfit, that only flimsily wrapped around her breasts and a white thong around her legs. Olivia wasn't the bustiest girl, with only 34 C cup breasts, and a small squishy butt. She was a dancer, and her body was flawlessly slim and smooth. She had gorgeous pink, long flowing hair, and blue eyes are bright as the ocean. After she had changed, Olivia sat on her couch and examined the bottle, it said, "BElieve in beauty" and below it read "unleash your inner beauty as this magic potion can bring out the biggest, sexiest, naughtiest curves of you're body" Olivia made sure her door was looked, which it was, and held the potion. She popped the cap off of the bottle and a faint pink mist arose from it. Olivia smelt the pink liquid inside and smiled, it smelt really good, like strawberries. As she raised the bottle too her lips, she felt the creamy tasting potion splash into her mouth, letting it fill her cheeks, she swallowed the potion, and let out a soft coo as it slides down her throat. Olivia drank two more sips of the potion until she felt a odd sensation in her butt "hm, thats strange..." Olivia thought it might just have been gas, she relaxed in the couch examine the pink, delicious potion, when she self consciously grabbed her butt and squeaked, she shot out of her seat and rushed into her room, looking at the head to toe mirror and saw that her butt was starting to puff up! "I-its working! But..." She squeezed her new butt, it has increased in plumpness, but it stopped. "Aw, thats it..." She giggles seeing her gold bordered white thong being stretched by the force of her new butt, she also noticed her thighs swelled up a bit "ooh, it feels so good" she coos in delight. After playing with her new butt and thighs, she went back to the couch, her new lower body squished against the soft pillows of the couch. Olivia reaches over and grabbed the magical drink "but...i want bigger...breasts" she traces the outline of her C cup breasts. She pops open the potion, watching the delicious pink mist float up. "Please...big breasts, big breasts" olivia closes her eyes and smiled as the strawberry tasting potion filled her cheeks, she enjoyed this odd sensation of wanting to be bigger, it was something totally different, but she enjoyed wanting more. She put the potion back on the table after two more sips, she cupped her breasts, "nothing.." She pouted. The main reason she bought the potion was to have a bigger chest more than anything, but it looked like that wasn't going to happen...until Olivia squeaked as she felt her breasts swelling in her hands, getting fuller and rounder, she couldn't believe her eyes, she sat back, and bit her lip, as her breasts became milkier and bigger. She found the expansion quite arousing, and fondled her new set of twins and moaned softly, biting her finger lightly. "I-i can't believe this is happening...mmmmhh" Olivia stopped gropping her breasts, she grabbed the potion "bigger...i need more" she opened the bottle, heart racing, she lifted it to her soft lips and started drinking, she moaned as the creamy sweet potion slide down her throat, she felt her smooth cheeks, filled with the magic beverage, she almost finished the whole bottle. Olivia's butt and breasts tingled, she rubbed her body all over. "Oh, oh gods, my ass" she felt her butt start to raise her a little, forming the perfect pillow, then, her breasts began swelling again, Olivia used both hands to grope and squeeze her boobs as they inflated "o-oh...mmmmhh...yes~" Olivia flowed a soft, smooth hand onto her pussy, she rubbed it as she moaned louder, reaching the peak of horniness. "A-aaahhh~!" She stopped, the tingling moved somewhere else. Into her belly. "Mmh...my belly...please swell, pleeeeaaase" olivia begged to be inflated, she needed more, she was craving inflating, it all felt too good. Her belly started to swell and Olivia rubbed it, her figure inflating into an over inflated pregnant woman, with big milky tits, and a big swollen ass. "Y-yes! Oh fuck yes~!" She moaned as her belly started to pass 9 months of pregnancy, her dancing black silk outfit was soon torn to threads, along with her white thong. She was now just a horny, inflating, dancer. Olivia moved a hand back down to her pussy, and found out on the inside, it was swelling like a small balloon inside! She moaned out in pleasure, as her g-spot was the size of a golf ball, a small, ballooning, golf ball, she felt her climax building higher and higher, she used one hand to roughly grope her milky tits. "A-aahh!! I-im gonna cum!!!" She moaned loudly, her neck lost behind her tits, and her puffy nipples leaked milk, she held them shut and they swelled tightly, this caused Olivia to throw her head back and moan as she exploded into a mindless origasm, spraying her womanly juices everywhere. But that didnt stop her inflation. Olivia's breasts, belly, and butt continued to inflate at a slow pace, making her body very sensitive, she rubbed her taught belly as it pushed her breasts over her neck, she didn't want it to end, but then, she heard a creaking, and her heart stopped, she tried to push her body back into it's normal, slim state, but to no avail, the creaking grew louder. "N-no....i-im gonna pop!" She moaned her belly grew tight, her ass felt like a giant cushion that was going to pop if it keep up. "A-aaaaahhh!!" She screamed and then the creaking stopped, then she heard a sound that horrified her more than popping, someone had entered her house, and she knew that the only other person who had a key to her house was her boyfriend, Robin. "Olivia?" Robin called out, she didnt dare make any noise, but the young man soon found his way into her room, and saw the naked, pink haired dancer, inflated like a balloon, Olivia could feel his gaze from across the room, she poked her eyes up "h-hi sweetie..." Her face grew turned pinker than her hair, and so did Robin's. He was taller than Olivia and had long white hair, with warm chocolatey eyes that made Olivia's heart flutter when she saw them. "O-olivia?" Robin slowly approached his ballooned up sweetheart "what happened to you?" He couldn't take his eyes off of her swollen breasts. "U-um....i wanted to surprise you when you got home, and...I bought this potion that makes me...bigger" olivia blushed, her original intention had been to get a better, bouncier hourglass for her lover, but she drank a bit too much of the potion. "Your body...it's..." Olivia blushed bright and brighter as her white haired boyfriend rubbed her belly "r-robin...." He didn't say anything, but he sat next to Olivia on the couch "did you do this for me?" He smiled, Olivia felt his hand caress her breasts as Robin climbed onto her swollen figure "i-im sorry babe! I-i didn't think i'd get so carried away...but..." She was cut off by the feeling of her boyfriend rubbing and hugging her belly, she giggled lightly "im talking hun" he looked up blushing "s-sorry...its just.." Robin adjusted his position on Olivia, she didn't understand why, until she felt something poke her belly, and she immediately knew what it was, Robin was hard, harder than normal. "Robin...i felt that." Olivia's face blushed more, Robins face meet hers, his face just as blushed "you're turning me on just being like this Liv.." He leaned in and pressed his lips against Olivia's lips. Olivia's mind was racing, then she had a devious smirk "Robin~" she purred and pushed him away "y-yeah?" Robin brushed some of his white hair back, Olivia pointed to the bottle on the table "theres more in the bottle, if you want me bigger" Olivia smiled warmly, Robin quickly grabbed the magic potion and poured it into his lover's mouth, she moaned as she swallowed, her belly began to gurgle and Olivia pressed Robin into her, Robin quickly fumbled tore his clothes off, his hot muscles beaming with sweat, his hard rod rubbing against Olivia's ballooned up pussy "I-I'm ready Robin" Olivia blushed brighter, Robin smirked and shut the lights off.

32929

blueberry, explode, how would i inflate you, teasing

Female Inflation, Male Inflation

Blueberry

Clean

4.1

8

"Hey, want a free sample?" The girl held up a tray covered in small cups of what looked like blueberry milkshake. Steve paused for a moment and looked her over. She was short, curvy, blond, and had a tiny nose piercing. Cute, even in the dorky mall coffee shop uniform. Her nametag read "Sara." "Sure, but what is it? Isn't this place supposed to be a coffee shop?" "It's our new Blueberry Spice Fluffocino! It's delicious! It even has new self replicating flavors, and it's FDA approved," smiled Sara. "It sounds weird, but it must be okay if it's FDA approved," thought Steve. "Besides, she's cute." It really did taste fantastic. Creamy, rich, sweet, and with an almost overwhelming taste of cold fresh blueberries. "Wow, this really does taste great! So, how long have you worked at-" Steve stopped mid sentence, interrupted by a sudden loud burble from inside him. Sara shot him a quizzical look. "Uhm, are you feeling okay? Your nose is turning blue." Actually, Steve's whole body was slowly developing a bluish tint, and he was starting to feel really, really bloated. "I feel sort of weird. Like, really full. Is this normal?" His stomach had swollen into a bulging belly, and his blue skin was peeking out from underneath his shirt. "You must be having some kind of reaction. This never happens when I drink it. What does it feel like?" Asked Sara as she bent down to look at his exposed belly, poking it gently with her fingers. He was getting big. "I don't know, just really, really bloated and tight. It feels like I'm pumping up with liquid, I can feel if swirling around inside me. How do we stop this?" By now he had swollen so much that his shirt had ridden up to just above his belly button, exposing the gravid swell of his blue stomach. His butt and hips had pumped up too, straining the fabric of his pants. By now, people were starting to stare as they passed by. A brunette in yoga pants and a tight top had stopped to stare at the blonde girl and the swelling blueberry boy. "What's going on, is this some kind of contest of something?" She asked, taking a long sip from her blueberry milkshake coffee thing. "No, he's having some kind of weird reaction to the drink. Look at this," Sara poked him again in his swollen belly, this time a little deeper and harder than before. His rebounding tummy sloshed loudly. "Oh, whoa. That's really weird. This never happens to me when I drink this stuff," said the girl, slurping her drink. Just then, the button popped off Steve's pants and zinged off a nearby wall. Both girls giggled. His belly was huge, his entire body was blowing up all over like a parade blimp. His ass had pumped up to the size of two basketballs, and his enormous hips were too wide to fit through a normal door. "This is actually really cool," said the brunette. "I wonder what would happen if we gave him more?" She popped the top off of her drink and approached Steve, pressing her lithe athletic body against his round springy one for balance. By now, a crowd had definitely gathered. A few guys and girls (including Sara) had their phones out and were taking videos. "Okay, open wide!" The girl pinched Steve's nose shut and slowly poured the drink into his mouth, biting her quivering lower lip in anticipation. She finished pouring in the drink, let go of his nose, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. The girls in the crowd giggled. She pushed off his swelling body and leaned away, the front of her clothes and her lips stained dark blue. Steve's rate of growth suddenly surged, pumping him up to be nearly spherical. The stitches in his clothes popped and they fell to the ground, leaving him totally exposed in front of the crowd. Most of them laughed or giggled. A lot of the girls blushed. A lot of them started taking pictures. He was already feeling full, and he was pumping up so fast that it felt like he was sitting on an open fire hydrant, and none of these people seemed to be taking it seriously. He felt like he could explode at any second. "Hey, look at your clothes," said Sara to the brunette in yoga pants, "you're covered in juice! I wonder..." Sara walked up to Steve and drew a long lick up the lower hemisphere of his belly to his belly button. Sure enough, it was slick with sweet blueberry juice. Almost immediately, she felt the sensation of warm fluid welling up in her abdomen, and her belly starting to bulge heavily. In the meantime, the brunette, who had only ingested a very small amount of juice by kissing Steve, started to feel a little full. "They're both blowing up too!" Said a girl in the crowd, pointing at the two girls swelling near Steve. "They're nowhere near as big as him, though!" Shouted another faceless member of the peanut gallery. "Yeah, that dude is huge! He looks ready to bl-" The guy shouting this from the back was suddenly interrupted by the tremendous BOOM of Steve exploding and the tidal wave of juice that swept the crowd off their feet immediately after. - "Well," thought the now hugely overpumped, about to blow Sara, as she sat in the middle of a crowd of swelling but still smaller people, "at least today has been interesting." Expository Prologue Follows Frantic, I slammed down my rubber stamp on each document, practically flinging them off the top of the stack as I hurriedly flipped through. I had procrastinated too long; the deadline was in five minutes and I hadn't read even a single one of these new applications. They had been sitting here for months, waiting for my final approval, and now I had no choice but to just stamp them and send them. You know what? Fuck safety. Stamp that shit. A new drug that permanently changes hair color? *FDA APPROVED* Subdermal magnet implants?! Fuck it! *FDA APPROVED* Alcohol that gets you permanently drunk?? *STAMP THAT SHIT* Self replicating fruit flavors?!? *FDA APPROVED* I haphazardly grabbed the huge stack of papers, snatched a few off the floor, and took off at a dead sprint to the vacuum tube delivery port, the occasional stray sheet fluttering off the pile as I ran. Fuck. Down to three minutes. I was a failure, a monster. I had destroyed my own life by procrastinating it away. I sprinted up to the port and grabbed a canister and slammed it on the tile floor, shattering it into a thousand plastic pieces. Fuck. I grabbed another canister and gingerly lowered it to the floor before I started shoving papers into it. I noticed someone standing nearby. It was Cathy, from HR. That bitch. "Heya, Tim! Wow, you look super busy-" "SHUT UP, CATHY! JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP, CAN'T YOU SEE I'M WORKING HERE?! BITCH!?!" I shrieked, ham-fisting crumpled papers into the overstuffed canister. I dropped a knee on it to get the door to close and buckled it. One minute. I jammed the canister into the vacuum tube and slammed the door shut. The canister was upside down. Too late to fix this. Fifteen seconds. I reared back and slammed my fist on the button. The tube hummed as the suction kicked in, but the canister wasn't moving. "MOVE, FUCKING MOVE!! YOU PIECE OF SHIIIT!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" How could it have come to this? Hadn't I been a good person? Hadn't I tried my best to live a virtuous life? Hadn't I already suffered enough? With a soft phfump, the canister shot heavenbound into the tube. Whew. Almost missed another deadline. Today went pretty well. Maybe I'll ask Cathy to dinner tonight.

2752

fanfiction, floating, Lara Croft

Female Inflation

Breast Inflation

None

4.1

8

The vines encompass the temple; pressing it to earth; jealous of their prize. Even the summit is twined deep and about in verdant thrawl; restraining its oblique mass through four centuries of stony sleep. The thwicker-shlack voice of a machete spills bird-song from the wounded bush. A rainbow plumage circles the mound, craws, and heralds the parting way. Two travellers come, betrayed by voice and gleaming steel. Their tongue is alien to the people who built this place, though they are not kin to the first pale-men who plundered these lands, swarthy and gold-drunk. One is not even a man. Yet a similar hunger drives them also to seek the company of ruins, old ghosts. But some ghosts are not quite dead, and now they stir uneasy. ~~ "Careful; the last ones are treacherous" "I am being careful... Oww! Shit. I think that was my other ankle" "Ohcomeon...not again; look, just lean over, over by this; here, right? Keep your weight off it. We're here anyway". Clearing the steps to the temple-summit, the taller traveller props his long-bladed machete against the stone and moves to steady the lesser. She seems ungrateful; or at least ungracefully accepting. She is younger too, this one, yet holds no excessive delicacy in her poise, no concession of weakness. Leveraged against the raised stone dais, fatigue fades about her in perspiration. But her glance is still alert, curious, as it scans the surrounding ruins. "Bloody hell, I'm knackered. And they built in this humidity?" Her exhaustion beats against the restless noise of the jungle. "Not this bad, then. Consider 400 years back; the undergrowth would be cut...; they'd have had fields, cultivation,everything". The arc of the man's hand builds an empire, raising relics from ruin, then lets them fall back in the same gesture. He has seen this before in a hundred silent civilisations; now his hair is bleached by age as much as sun, the knowledge pinched in thin cheekbones, a clotured forehead. His companion counts less than half his years, but her eyes are topaz-burnt; marked by the memory of some trauma that shaped her to adulthood. About them, the thin breeze circles the man-raised mount, cooling her exhaustion such that breathing now comes evenly; letting her find some centre which few of her sex do in the presence of this place. Focused, she parses dark vine-clung hair along her brow, tieing it back to a shoulders length. Leant forward by a span, she kicks a pebble over the drop, watching it skim and spin dizzyingly through space, clutched to the jungle below. "Not much to show for it now. Just stone...more stone...sun." A frown. "You could be back at that finishing school is Switzerland, remember? You wanted to see archeology, real archeology; not dry-as-bone old fossils with a hot-dog stand to keep the kids quiet". The man draws a measure from a tin canteen, proffering without expectation. "Yeah...and it's been great... I don't want to seem ungrateful. Just that I expected...to feel more". She waves him away, trims her garb; less modest than his, perhaps, but with practical concessions to the lithe tyranny of her youth. She cannot feel the stones beneath her feet, or the awe of the sun, though she comes clad alike to many who did... "Because you're not using all your senses. Because you're only looking with your eyes." He taps, remonstratively, on her brow, anointing her with a smudge of loam from travelled hands. "Anyway, Let's not leap to conclusions; usually the most interesting aspects of a find are the last to fade". He turns to part the vines about the dais; half-gloved hand tugging memories from their clinging expanse. Driven into the dead rock is the voice of the living, spoken wordlessly into time. He breathes for them as his finger traces their outline. "The blessing of the sun, through the fertility of the corn and people, all bound together." "Fertility rites? So girls only then?" "Possibly. Incan ceremony wasn't noted for your, uh, modern British sensibilities on affirmative action. Look at these carvings...idealised forms, typically exaggerated...characteristics" "Oh gosh. That is funny. I'm jealous. how was she meant to mount the stairs...?" "Lara, it's not wise to mock without understanding. Pay attention to the text; it looks like early Aymara " "Early Aymara doesn't have a written form" Her blank refusal stuns him. Exasperation. "Gods, where have you been? I bet you learnt that in a book." She looks chagrined. "Well, as you were right about the fifth Suyu. I'm not going to contradict you on ancient writings that shouldn't exist". But he is deaf to her; already following his river of knowledge into understanding, "Blood of Inti". A gnarled finger taps and circles, echoing the ancient pulse of indenting chisel " Sun-god. Inti. Sun-Blood, Sun-essence. The word for essence is the same as blood in this context. A ceremonial drug? Whatever the sun is made out of." "Probably hydrogen and helium, then; or did I read that in a book too?" "Miss Croft...what you've been studying, what you've read.... it's only the first part of understanding. Archeology is so much more than matching symbols on a book to crumbling rock. It's about immersion in another culture; separated by time; belief. Opening yourself to what was". He gentles suddenly, seeing in her frustration the spent passions of his own youth, the need to know, to master knowledge as one would mortality. His smile cracks through a weeks worth of stubble, "It's about; understanding here, in the heart, as much as knowing here, in the head. Take this altar, for instance...you're thinking blood sacrifice?" She nods. "There's tether-points. They were tied down. Why else tie someone down?" "Yes, but the ideographs are strange. And look; the stone isn't abraded by knife work... there's no guttering for the run-off; no brazier points for the burnt offering like you'd find at Cusco. But more than that....it feels wrong...doesn't it?". She kneels beside the dais, winces, squints, hesitant at the threshold of understanding. "Breathe, Lara" He tells her, "breathe through." Four centuries of uneasy slumber, submerged purpose, beat against her perception. And for an instant then, something other; she sees this place as it was and remains. The chant of a whole people to the narcoleptic pulse of skin-taut drum; the sting of incense about the whirling, blurring dance of the Daughters of the Sun, raised above on his throne. "Sky-sacrifice..." she mutters, aloud. "And sky-sacrifice isn't mentioned in either oral tradition or...what?", his glance falls on her sudden reverie. "Oh...nothing...I just thought...some kind of dance. A blessing for the offered-daughter. From noon to sundown she was to journey to heaven and bring back life". She whispers the last as if dazed. For a moment she comes close to understanding, sensing at the edges of the genus loci. "Lara, that's...". The condescension is gone now "...quite good. Quite a good translation. I...did not think you could read this?" "I can't.... it's just...". A mis-step, forcing a lance of pain up her leg. Her face contorts and the moment of understanding passes. She is bound again to the visible world. He is sympathetic. "It is OK; do not try to explain. You've already....seen more than I hoped. Be steady. Rest your ankle. Avoid having any weight on it." He returns to his work. ~~ The female leans back fully, smiling, his respect releasing her from the need of proofs; for a moment, for a heartbeat. Her body is drawn across the slab, shadowing her eyes with one hand against the zenith of the sun. The golden disk gives no relief, and she relents, inhales, and folds arms back across the expanse of warm igneous stone. Relaxes. Outreached as the condors' span, she is at once and at one to the Hanan Pacha. Opened to the spirit of this place; the understanding that surpasses knowledge, found in a moment of awful surrender. She is not of The People, but she is of age, and in the place and time of offering. It is enough. ~~ She ripples at the touch-which-is-not-touch, her mouth forming unconscious surprise. She breathes, drawing in the heady scent of the jungle for what seems like the first time. Rotten wood and fermenting roots. Her chest heaves, quivers. The tightening fabric of her blouse betrays the blessing, the cotton teased apart. A thin blush of perspiration inculates within. She opens her eyes against the glare. Somehow, it troubles her less. The void is blue, vast, comprehending. Her gaze falls to the surrounding bowl of the mountains, peaks raised against the vault of the sky. Something stirs to cognition. "Ohhh...." "Lara?" She bolts awake, gasps and clutches, feeling the realness of her disbelief. Bigger. The sense of strain tightens across her, fine-stitched garments plucked apart by an invisible hand of pressure. In a moment, she is brought into the fullness of womanhood, and beyond. "OHHH!" "Lara!" Her hands part one span, then two, to fall underneath the arc of her breasts. A low sibilant noise mounts within. The People of this place called it the Snake-of-the-Wind; messenger of Inti. They knew he would come to the daughter and whisper within her the secret known only to birds, clouds. But this one knows only the heterogeneous pulse, rising with her heartbeat, merging into her. Thwap...thwap.... beyond outstretched fingers, buttons scatter like prayer beds spilled from a novices' hand. "What's happening? What did you DO?!" Two yards away, he may be stood in another world. The understanding that has guided abandons him; leaving him curiously stricken, unwilling to accept the doors he has opened. "I....I didn't...I... " Shock blanches her face, and she takes short breaths (but the snake draws longer, deeper). Crescents of blush-colour spill about the deepening shadow of her cleavage as her blouse is sundered button by button. Within, a thin lace of foolish undergarment already lies straining to burst. (An orgy of asphyxic fumbling, fingers find release, breath). Unbound, her swollen bust pushes out, rising like dough through kneading touch, or guanabana ripened heavy on the tree. Yet even now they grow strangely boughed. As if seeking the kiss of the sun that gave them life. "Not...heavy..." she gasps, sensing their utter strangeness through intimate familiarity. Bigger. Her eyes flow as pools of conscious terror, subconscious longing. (There is no shame; many felt fear in the moments before the ichu-rope was loosed and they took the same, high path). Larger than her torso now, her breasts intimate their secret, pushing up as much as out. In their sacred presence her companion remains rooted to he spot, earthbound, uncomprehending. Unable to share her blessing. "Lara...you're....no, wait, get some of the gas, out... can you breathe out, burp, or anything?" he ventures, desperately. A moment of lucidity, flashed into anger. "Honestly, it's my boobs, not my stomach! They're not connected, you know!", she laughs wildly, feeling the edge into hysteria. "Listen, don't panic, we can...." "Who says I'm panicking...I'm the one blowing up like a ..." "Don't say, Listen Lara, it must be...". He seems to be trying to back away, but the spectacle leaves him helpless to aid or deny. He has become an outsider again, a bystander. Bigger. Her face is shaded from the sun, golden rays crested about the rounded domes before her. Warmth brushes her nipples, and she feels rather than sees them cajoled to perking grace. Palms cupped at to the juncture of her ribs, she tingles at the electric arc that jolts across her breasts, the matchless expansion straining her fingers apart. Slowly, inevitably, her shoulders rise under the insistent tug, drawn upright from the table, head tilted back in the air, hair gliding across stone. "....Like a fucking bal......Oooooh...." Bigger. And the sensation washes over her, body flexing under some invisible, intimate compulsion, bucking against the table. Perhaps she wishes it was just the pressure, the fear, that makes her ache so. But some kindled secret blushes along her body, teasing each nerve alight, the fierce heat a lover's touch against her. Enriched with complicit desire, the blessing oblates her natural curves, taking her rounder and fuller, honouring of the sun. Seated on the lip of the altar, her world is now defined by two rising globes. Not quite translucent, but shimmer-shaded as a dream, their strange geography maps out in canyon and pole, shadow and light. Disbelieving, she presses against their firmness and immediacy; feeling their relentless lift rebound against her. "Can't see....try...push them down...". But she can't. Bigger. Beyond the span of her arms, her inflated femininity sways gently, becoming entangled by the wind. She is pulled upright, balls of her feet resting on the dais. Boots skate over the ground, as if etching new patterns in the gnarled stone. And again the flush of sensation makes her whimper, softly. Part of her must understand what is coming, dividing her between fear and discovery. "No...please....don't want to...". But she does. Bigger. A futile reaching as her peach-pink flesh strains upwards, inflated expanse now equaling her height. The deep resonant hiss renders her bust taut and drumlike. Her hands, slick with perspiration, seek purchase on the solidity of the altar, find none. She takes one unreal stride on tiptoe, a second, to teeter at the rim of the summit; the plaza an abysal plunge hundreds of feet below. A helpless tremble, the flush takes her over the edge.... Detached, she watches a bead of sweat break from the cusp of her breasts, falling as if weakly sensed by gravity, a libation of salt and water for the jungle beneath. But her secret moisture is offered to another element; emeshed into sky-buoyancy. Her arms hang limp now, but her feet wave helpless, high above the canopy. Slowly, irresistibly, she begins to rise, gyrating with the breeze. Words leave her as floating understanding fills her senses. The anchor of her reason slipped from the earth, she is a bubble in an ocean of air; drifting higher and higher. Suspended from twin spheres of buoyant delight, she is lofted towards a pale blue heaven. ~~ He makes no sign, but sits cross-legged by the altar, watching the post-noon shadow creep out from its shelter. Above, a mote is lost against the radiance of the sky. Many hours till sunset.

2761

floating, helium, women inflating men

Male Inflation

Full Body Inflation

None

3.9

9

My friend Chrissy is great. She's all the fun you could ever ask for. We've known each other for awhile now and came close to dating. I'm a skinny guy and she's a very big girl--three hundred and eighty pounds of girl. That's the reasoning we've never gone out I'm guessing? I'm a fan of the larger women, but she doesn't know that. Anyway, this is the day, we find out a lot about each other we didn't previously know. One afternoon while hanging out at my house, she decides she wants try some extreme house sports. Being that I'm a crazy individual of course, I want to do it. "What are you thinking?" I ask. "How about extreme sledding down the staircase?" She replies. "Cheyah!" I exclaim. Mind you, my staircase is very long and curvy. We run up the stairs to grab sleds. At the top, she stops jiggling and catches her breath. "I really need to lose some fat," she says. I don't reply. We go into the room and grab a toboggan and a saucer. I decide to take the saucer after she realizes it's too small for her big butt. She goes down first, crashing into the wall at the bottom. I laugh and head down spinning every which way until I collide with her. Once again, we trudge up the stairs. This repeats for 15 mintues of sledding and crashing and even a broken vase. "I'm starting to get bored," she says. "Ok, one more run though?" I reply. She agrees and we trudge up the staircase for the last time. I go first this time. I hit the bannister a few times and crash into the wall and fall of the sled onto the floor. I take a few moments to regain myself. Looking up I see a tobaggon above me and the only I can do is get half of the word crap out before it crashes upon me. "Deke? Oh my god!" she exclaims. I hurt all over and feel strange. I try to get up, but I can't. Are my legs broken? What's wrong? I want to look around, but I can't bring my eyes even to her level. "Did you get taller, Chrissy?" I ask. "Um no, you got smaller and flatter, like a.....disc." she replies nervously. "WHOA! What are we gonna do?!?" I exclaim. "Hang on, I have an idea," she says and runs into another room. She comes back with a portable air compressor. "You're gonna blow me up?!?" I shout. "What else can I do? It works in cartoons," she says. "Cartoons? This is real!" I scream. She stuffs a hose into my mouth and holds my nose and turns the air on. Nothing happens. "Hang on, Deke," she calmly coos. After some passing moments, I feel pressure inside and I begin expanding back into shape. She jumps for joy. I'm gonna be ok! She doesn't stop, though. I'm getting larger and larger. She smiles and looks at my expanding body. I look like an overstuffed man and I'm still inflating.Bigger and bigger I grow, testing the limits of my sweats and tee. I can't get out any words to tell her to stop. I'm completely at her mercy, but strangely enjoying it. By the look on her face, she enjoys it, too. I expand until my tee bursts off me revealing a taut big belly. My arms look like overstuffed sausages. How big will she make me? I don't know how much more I can take. RRRIIIIIPPPPPPP! And my sweats are no more. I'm a big blimp with thong underwear on. She shuts off the compressor and ties string to my hands and toes. She walks off leaving me on the floor, rounded and helpless. Chrissy returns with a different tank from my garage. She hooks this up to me and I beign to fill with helium. I've started to float off the ground now and grown a bit bigger making my underwear even tighter. The hose is yanked out of my mouth and she takes hold of the strings. "Hey, up there blimp-boy," she giggles. "Why did you do this?" I ask in a squeaky voice. "Why do you think my boyfriends never last? I blow them up too big and they pop. You're different, I like you. You make a sexy blimp," she explains. "Thank you, I think you're gorgeous and would love to be down there with you right now," I say and smile. "Soon enough blimp-boy, I'm having some fun still," she quipped. She strolled over to the stereo and put band music and walked around the hose with me like I was a Macy's Day parade float. After she was done, she pulled me down let the air out of me. All in all, it was a fun day with Chrissy and I hope to have another like it again...just not so painful in the beginning.

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deflation, fly away, magic

Female Inflation, Male Inflation

Belly Inflation, Breast Inflation, Full Body Inflation

Clean

3.5

6

How Elisha entertained her guests, and how Gabriel wound up naked on the couch. It was a long, curious chain of events that led Gabriel to live with his stepmother and his step-sister; and at first, he didn't think he'd mind too much. His stepmom, Rachel Dickenson, was in her mid-thirties, but wore it well, the leggy brunette still having the body of a nineteen-year-old. She was a nice enough woman, although Gabe had to admit he didn't know her well, though he did enjoy her occasional sunbathing in her bikini, which she filled out to its capacity. Her daughter Elisha was a real hottie, too, but a major bitch whom Gabe took pains to avoid. Sometimes he couldn't help it, though: Elisha was a tall, athletic, dark-haired beauty with a well developed body for a sixteen-year-old, and she took to showing it off with her tight leather pants and low-cut halter tops. In fact, Gabe once took a photograph of Elisha from the living room mantel, and she walked in on him while he was using it for his monkey spanking, a fact that she shared with not only her mother, but virtually everyone at her school, friends and strangers alike, totally humiliating him. To say this made family gatherings awkward would be an understatement. Elisha would sit as far away from Gabe as possible during the silent dinners; but when Rachel looked away, Elisha would taunt Gabe with some skin from under her blouse or turn around and flash him her tight ass. This made eating almost impossible, as the blood wasn't going to his stomach. But it was when Rachel was gone that Gabe's real hell began. Rachel was again free to date, which she did, and often. She would condescendingly refer to him as "the man of the house" and go off for a night on the town, leaving him alone with Elisha and one rule: No parties. It was a rule that was broken as soon as Rachel's car left the driveway, and these were the times Gabe feared most. He wanted to warn Rachel, to plead for her to stay, but he could always see the devilish look in Elisha's eyes that advised him otherwise. He knew that betraying Elisha could have serious, even deadly, consequences. Rachel never seemed to suspect that her daughter was a witch, and that her absence sentenced Gabe to a night of torture, humiliation, and slavery. Elisha often invited over her hot, nubile friends, who must have really enjoyed her company, but Gabe felt they had to fear her a little, too—as he did. He recalled one incident where a catfight broke out between Elisha and her short, blonde friend, Michelle. The fight turned ugly, and Michelle called Elisha a "bitch," and it was her last mistake. Michelle quickly tried to apologize, but Elisha's green eyes literally glowed for a moment, and in the next instant, Michelle was expanding like a human balloon. Michelle begged for forgiveness, but Elisha just watched calmly as her rival expanded, puffing up from a human form into a round, spherical shape, that rapidly inflated, causing the blonde to grow and grow. Elisha's other friends watched amazedly as Michelle swelled and swelled, shouting, "Please! Stop! I'm sorry!" Elisha smiled victoriously as Michelle became little more than a round, inflating ball in her living room, growing almost to the ceiling when her growth slowed, reaching the limits of her expansion, and finally... POP! Michelle burst into shreds. After a long, tense silence, Elisha and the other girls burst out laughing. And that is why Gabe never questioned orders from Elisha. The teenage girls had their own personal slave in Gabe, who fetched drinks, cleaned up their spills, and otherwise ran various errands as the girls sat around and gossiped. Eventually, though, the girls would become restless for a party trick, and this is what made Gabe tremble the most. The girls would ask Elisha to do all sorts of things to her step-brother, including turning him into a frog, or shrinking him down to six inches tall, or giving him women's breasts. Tonight, Gabe knew, would be no different. No matter how much he followed orders, Elisha would show off in front of her friends by finding new ways to humiliate him. As with Elisha, Gabe had contradictory feelings about her friends. The three hot teenage girls (there used to be four before Michelle exploded) were hotties themselves, and they were nice to look at, but could be just as cruel as Elisha. It started early tonight when the red-headed cutie, Allison, remarked to Elisha, "Your step-brother can really kiss your ass if he has to, huh?" "I don't know," said Elisha deviously. "Let's find out! Hey, Gabe!" She called him away from his vacuuming, where he was cleaning up after the girls' pillow fight. He immediately dropped what he was doing to respond to Elisha's command. It was worse than he thought. She got up from the couch and showed Gabe her ass, which was packaged tightly in black leather. "Kiss it, Gabe! Go on!" "You—you can't be serious!" Gabe said, his eyebrows raised. "Did you like being six inches tall?" Elisha asked. "Do it!" Gabe bent over and pressed his lips firmly to her ass, causing the other girls to convulse with laughter. "Oh my God!" Allison bellowed. "He really did it!" Fortunately, Elisha had a hot ass and he liked black leather, so it was less painful than Gabe let on, but it was still humiliating. Elisha turned around. "Now the feet!" Gabe felt himself turn red with a combination of rage, frustration, and embarrassment, but he complied, dropping to his knees and kissing her feet. "Oooo!" said Talia, another hot observer. "Me next!" She stuck out her feet and again Gabe had little choice to comply, amusing the other girls greatly. "Having a slave is cool!" said Emily, the remaining resident blonde. "What else can we make him do?" "Anything we want," Elisha assured her. "What would you like to see him do?" "Hey!" said Allison. "Remember what you did to Michelle?" Gabe remembered, and he felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. That feeling would only increase as Elisha turned her glowing eyes toward him, and his entire midsection expanded outward in a cartoonish way, his body becoming comically pear-shaped. The girls laughed at the sight, as well as at the _expression on his face. "Don't!" he pleaded. Elisha tilted her head toward him. "You don't give the orders here, sport." Her green eyes glowed a moment, and the hilarity began. Gabe stood wide-eyed as his stomach billowed forth, shooting out from under his shirt. "He's pregnant!" Emily giggled. "Give 'im boobs again!" Allison said from the sidelines. Sure enough, with the raise of Elisha's eyebrow, Gabe suddenly became rather busty for a male, his shirt filling out with breasts that would have shamed Pamela Anderson. This sparked another wave of laughter from the teenage spectators. "See? Now he's lactating!" said Emily. Gabe didn't have long to worry about his new bustiness, because soon the rest of his chest expanded with it, shaping his entire midsection into a ball shape. His shirt began to shred as he inflated, as did his pants after his legs began swelling up as well. "Oooh, now he's getting naked," Allison observed. "Kinky," Talia agreed. His clothes began to fall off his expanding form, but Gabe's modesty was the least of his worries. His arms and legs seemed to disappear into his swelling body, and in moments he stood before his captors as a human balloon. Elisha walked up to him and ran her finger over his distended belly, producing a loud squeak. "Let me try that," said Emily, who followed Elisha's lead. Soon all the girls were rubbing their hands over Gabe's inflated form, laughing at the squeaking noises and occasionally squeezing him to gauge how tightly he'd been blown up. Gabe had to admit that, at that moment, he didn't feel too bad, with the young hot chicks groping him all over. It may have even turned him on physically, if he'd had any privates left. Unfortunately, it turned him on in another way. As the girls continued to fondle him, he began to feel warm, and soon his body was inflating bigger. "Oh my God!" said Elisha. "That's not my doing!" "Then why's he getting bigger?" Talia asked. "He's getting turned on!" Elisha explained. The girls backed away from him quickly, and Gabe's inflation slowly subsided. He didn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved. "You pervert!" said Elisha, giving him a swift kick, and he sailed across the room like a beach ball. The others gleefully followed her lead, and for the next several minutes, he was jostled, kicked, thrown, and bounced around the room like a toy rubber ball. They knocked over the occasional lamp and coffee table, shattering vases and ornaments with abandon. At one point, Emily smacked him toward Allison, who missed catching him, and he sailed over her, heading earthward toward some broken glass on the floor. There was no one to catch him. He watched in dread as his tightly inflated balloon body dropped helplessly toward the shards that he feared would certainly pop him. "Pop!" Emily shouted, predicting the result. But Gabe's body froze in mid-air, hovering just an inch over the glass. Elisha had stopped his fall. For the moment. With a wave of her hand, he floated up and over the other girls into Elisha's grasp. "You're not getting away that easily," she told him, and tossed him up into the air again. As he came back down, she swatted him hard against the ceiling, and the ball was back in play. It took another fifteen minutes of abuse before the novelty finally wore off, and the girls settled back into their seats, breathing heavily from the physical activity. Only Elisha remained standing, but not for long. She picked up her older balloon-brother and set him in the middle of the room, on what could be construed as his back. Then, using the couch for balance, she inched her hot rear onto his stomach and settled into Gabe as if he were a bean-bag chair. She gently bounced on him like a trampoline. "More fun than a waterbed!" Elisha told her giggling friends, before squirming around to get comfortable. Gabe couldn't help it. The warmth and firmness of his stepsister's curvaceous ass on his bare skin was too much. Elisha was slowly lifted higher as he began to inflate again. "He's doing it again!" Allison pointed out needlessly. "He's getting turned on cuz you're sitting on him!" Elisha jumped off, faking an astonished _expression. "Gabe! I think you got the hots for me!" Gabe wasn't buying her surprise. She planned for that to happen. "You sicko!" said Emily. "She's your sister!" Stepsister, of course. But he wasn't in a position to argue. He was still inflating slightly, stretching tighter and tighter, as he could still feel the warmth of Elisha's ass on his spherical belly. He winced as the pressure built to dangerous proportions. But finally the inflation slowed and stopped, leaving him a giant-sized balloon. The girls gathered around him, tossing insults at him. But Allison finally brought up the main issue to be addressed. "What are we going to do with him now? He's too big to play with, and he's taking up our space." "Let's pop him!" Emily said, jumping directly to the conclusion Gabe had hoped they would avoid. But surely Elisha wouldn't allow him to really pop, would she? That might be difficult to explain to her mother... Elisha shrugged. "Okay. I'll get a pin." ...Or not. As Elisha fumbled around in a nearby desk drawer, Talia spoke up. "Wait, wait. I have an idea." The dark-skinned hottie knelt down so that she was roughly eye-level with Gabe's head, whose face was currently pointed toward the ceiling. "Watch: First, I'll rub him...and stroke him..." She illustrated the moves, seductively caressing his balloon body. He began to feel warm again. She began using both hands to methodically pet him. She repeated, "Rub him...stroke him..." And Gabe began to inflate again. Then Talia spoke to him in a breathy, sexy voice. "Oh my, are you getting bigger for me? Yes, you are, my big beautiful balloon. I can see you're getting bigger. Yes, that's it. Inflate for me, Gabe. I like that. You like me, don't you, Gabe? I can tell by how big you're getting. Do you like getting bigger for me? Yes, you do! I know you do. And what about these?" She leaned forward, rubbing her breasts into his face. He swelled bigger, faster. "Oh, you like them, do you? Show me how much you like me, Gabe. Pop for me. Pop for me. Pop for me!" Gabe couldn't bear it. The pressure was getting too great. He could feel himself reaching the bursting point. He tried to keep himself from bursting by dint of sheer will. But inside he knew it was hopeless. "You're getting biiiiig-gerrrrr," Talia cooed at him in a sing-song voice. He continued to grow, but at a slower rate, as his body neared its limits. "You want to pop," Talia told him. "You want to burst all over the room." Gabe was tempted to agree. Anything to end the growing pressure! "Pop," Talia coaxed him. "Pop..." Elisha walked into the room, holding a pin. She gaped at the sight of her stepbrother on the verge of bursting. Emily covered her ears as she and Allison backed away. Gabe's inflation stopped for a moment, but the pressure inside him continued to build. He closed his eyes and waited for it, which was all he could do... And then a car pulled into the driveway. "Mom's home!" Elisha shouted. She stepped forward and thrust the pin at Gabe. Gabe watched the pin come down, certain it would be the last image he'd see. But Elisha's magic worked in strange and powerful ways. Instead of bursting him, she merely punctured a hole in his abdomen, and the sudden release of air caused Gabe to go flying around the room, spinning like a top as he went. The other girls squealed as Elisha went to work on the living room, waving her hand and causing vases to reform, tables to upright themselves, lamps to return to their posts. All the while Gabe cascaded over her head, rapidly deflating until... Wham! He landed ignominiously on the couch, with no mark on his body to indicate he'd been stabbed, no stretch marks to indicate he'd been a balloon. But he still had no clothes on. Rachel walked in the door to find four teenage girls in a semi-circle around the couch, laughing and pointing at her naked step-son. Rachel's eyes shot open and she bellowed at Gabe: "What in God's name are you doing?!" Elisha answered for him. "I was just having some friends over, and Gabe came running in here totally naked!" Gabe realized there was no point in trying to explain to Rachel that her daughter was a witch and that he had been her balloon only seconds earlier. "Get upstairs to your room right now, Gabriel!" Rachel ordered him. "And get some clothes on! Consider yourself grounded for the rest of the month!" Gabe slunk upstairs, covering his privates with both hands, as the girls tittered below. He took one last look over his shoulder to see a smirking Elisha, waving good-night to him—or perhaps it was goodbye.

265

Female Inflation

Full Body Inflation

None

3.3

3

At night the towering skyscrapers of the city rose out of the neon underbelly like a black hi-tech forest. Among these light-studded monoliths swung a lone feminine figure like a modern-day Tarzan, scanning the city for a place to settle on, she was on a mission. She was the infamous corporate spy known only as Io, feared for her skill at stealing corporate secrets and despised for her contributions towards competing corporations in cutthroat world of hi-tech electronic, chemical, and biological engineering industries. There were many prices out there for her head, and the corporations often waged wars of litigation against each other to weed her out of hiding, but to this day she had still managed to stay out of the corporations' reach, reaping the benefits of her exploits for herself. Io wore on her body the most advanced design in stealth suit design; the skin-tight dark-grey outfit covered her entire body save for her eyes and radiant ponytail of red hair. Her name was bestowed upon her due to it sharing the same color as Jupiter's moon Io, and her motives as unpredictable and treacherous as its foreign and extraordinary surface. Within her goggles the advanced HUD display began to alert her in sharp blue lettering of her destination: Teradyne BioChem HQ. From her exploits hacking into their database, Io discovered that Teradyne had found an old formula for some sort of synthetic rubber substance that according to reports 'defied the laws of physics.' These words were enough to convince Io to seek it as a prize and sell it to the highest bidder. Teradyne was probably the most advanced and revolutionary multinational Biochem firm in the world, and any goodies from them would mean business. As she clung tightly to the nylon rope Io reached over to her right wrist, pressed a button embedded into the stretchy shiny fabric, and instantly she disappeared from sight. Since the nylon rope was made with a fabric programmed to have a limited lifespan, as Io approached the cold glassy exterior of the Teradyne HQ she let go of the rope as it began to spontaneously disintegrate. The transparent superspy somersaulted through the air and then pointed her legs forward. Io's feet landed perfectly flat onto the vertical surface and stuck to it like glue as Io crouched down and then stood back up, cushioning the landing force. The special adhesive on her suit's booties allowed her to walk effortlessly up the skyscraper. The main lab of the building was a huge space within colored a deep metallic blue. All along the walls on each of the five levels were various chemicals in special glass storage cylinders. Each chemical had its own special color; some were indistinguishable from others while others were ridiculously gaudy. Below these shelves in the middle of the room were the workstations where the scientists working for the company would labor and do their research. In the middle of the labyrinthine layout was a tall white cylinder storage unit for the 'special' subjects. Up far above one of the ceiling tiles began to loosen itself. It released itself from its seal and got lifted up behind the other tiles. Above the ceiling Io turned off her cloaking device and began to scan the entire room with her special goggles/visor. To her surprise she didn't detect any laser security systems, pressure sensors, or any other mode of protection. She was suspicious of the room not having any protection whatsoever so she gave herself a mental note to enter the room with care. She scanned for any security cameras planted in the room. She could detect any kind, even the ones that were hidden behind 'fake' holographic walls. There was nothing, the whole room was devoid of any security whatsoever. Io knew something was waiting for her in there so she had to make her move nice and quick. Io had a feeling that the substance she heard about in the Teradyne files was in the tall storage cylinder below her so she immediately flung herself downward from the ceiling and prepared herself to land on top of it. She touched down with the skill of a gold medal gymnast she even spread her arms out with grace just to imitate them as she landed. Quickly she then somersaulted over the edge of the cylinder and landed right in front of the access door. On the right of the door was a small number pad plus a face identification indentation, this would allow the scientists with access privilege to open up the storage. However, Io was going to take the easy route here as she grabbed a small needle attached to a chord from her goggles and unraveled it. She spotted a data transfer port, plugged in the needle and the pre-programmed software in her headset initiated its program. The console numerical buttons flashed green, the door was unlocked. Swiftly she opened up the cold steel door and within she saw a clear cylinder similar to the ones lined up around the room, but inside appeared to be some thick drab substance. On the cylinder was the name of the substance... PRODUCT #445A, SPECIAL POLYMER/RUBBER – "FLUBBER" "Flubber?" Io thought. Usually they give this some boring Latin or Greek name of some sort. Io just shrugged her shoulders and grabbed the Flubber. Just as she prepared to jump back onto the top of the storage cylinder she heard a sharp hiss and then felt a uncomfortable little prick on her right buttock. This caused her to drop the Flubber, the pristine glass cylinder it was in shattered into a thousand sharp pieces, allowing the strange stuff within to break free. It began to bounce up and down like a rubber ball. She winced in surprise and immediately grabbed the offending object off her rear; it was a small metal dart! "Oooo, ouch. At least it didn't hit you in the back though, that would have hurt!" A suave and sinister voice beckoned to the right of Io. She turned around and sneered from under her mask at the tall man with the shaved head. "Allow me introduce myself..." As he said these words the lights within the room all turned on, illuminating everything in blue light. "I am Winston Tang, director of security for Teradyne." Io noticed that Winston held a small Glock-esque gun in his right hand, she assumed it was the gun that fired the dart. "And you just decided to knock me out?" snarled Io. "Oh no, that wouldn't be nearly as entertaining about what is about to happen to you." Winston grinned as her pointed to the mass of Flubber that was now bouncing quite high. "Notice that? Most rubber balls tend to lose their bounce after a few seconds, but Flubber just keeps bouncing higher and higher! Its somehow is able to produce kinetic energy on its own and exponentially increase it with controlled and spontaneous catalysts!" Winston gazed upon the ball of Flubber as it soon began to reach the ceiling. Soon it was hitting the ceiling, bouncing off it, and the off the ground again back to the ceiling. Winston turned around and began to walk towards a console. "Apparently someone had invented this substance back in the mid-Twentieth Century, it's just that for some reason he never reported its discovery." Winston pressed a button on the console and whispered into what looked like an intercom. Io knew he was calling up some backup but before she could jump away a strange warm feeling began to overcome her senses. "Feeling a little warm there? I decided to turn up the heat in here." grinned Winston. "Also he not only managed to make Flubber into a solid, but he created a gaseous form as well." "Is that what the heat is?" Io gritted her teeth in frustration and fear at her tormentor. "No, that's just the air conditioning. But since you're probably a smart gal, you do know what happens to gasses when they are heated, right?" "They..." Io grunted a bit as she felt herself begin to get cold "Gas expands?" Io was grunting and trying to concentrate, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling in her body. "Bingo! And if you think normal gasses get wild when they're warmed up, wait until you see what happens with Flubber gas!" Io's eyes widened with fright. "Did you just!?..." "Yup, I shot a dart with a Flubber gas canister attached to it. There isn't much in there, but when things get hot, there's going to be a lot more coming!" Finally Io let out a groan of shock as she suddenly felt a strange growing sensation in her abdomen. Sweat began to pour down her face and drip off as she looked down and noticed that her stomach was expanding. She gasped with fright and stumbled backwards at the shiny grey balloon belly inflating in front of her. "You, you bastard!" screeched the enraged Io. "Hey watch it there, you don't want to get even hotter now, don't you?" Winston just playfully shrugged his shoulders as Io's belly grew larger and rounder. The dull hiss within her began to spread to other parts of her body causing her legs and arms to noticeably grow thicker. All she could do was gasp and groan as her movements became slower and more exaggerated. The pressure in her body caused her to develop a waddle as her legs were forced outwards due to the increasing air pressure within them. Winston caught a glimpse of her huge round buttocks as she turned to the side and the turned back towards him. "Hah hah, if only I could get this on tape!" chucked Winston. "Rggghhhh, wh, why?" whined the helpless spy girl. "Well come on. You've got a huge price on your head from practically every major corporation and conglomerate out there. You thought someone out there would have NOT had something in for you?" Winston chuckled some more at the now massively bloated Io, her entire body now looked like a huge beachball with two lumps on the top that were breasts. Her puffed up arms and hands flailed wildly in the air as she murmured and protested underneath the two bulging cheeks masked cheeks. "Not only are we going to get quite a few nice and comfy mergers out of your capture, but I'll be getting a handsome raise to boot. Not too bad eh?" Now Io's body was now practically a huge dark grey sphere with tiny flippers for arms and legs. Somehow she had still managed to still stand upright with incredible balance. "Unfortunately you're essentially a guinea pig for us now. We're going to study the effects of the Flubber gas on your body. Sorry." He casually laughed as he walked up to the huge blimp that was now Io. Reaching over to her head Winston took off her goggles and peered into her dark and deep orange eyes, half-concealed by her huge puffy cheeks. "Let's see how high you can go." Winston grinned as he pressed his hand firmly against her taught and round chest and gave Io a nice hard push. She grunted a muffled scream as her back hit the ground and caused her to bounce up at least ten feet into the air. With each bounce the globular Io flew higher and higher into the air. Soon both she and the much tinier Flubber ball were almost bouncing in unison to and fro from the ceiling. "Heh heh, my kid would be having the time of his life if he were here." Winston laughed and clapped his hands at the sight of Io bouncing up and down furiously like a possessed oversized basketball. Behind him a door slid open and a bunch of workers dressed in silver hazmat suits marched into the room. They walked towards the bouncing Io and formed a circle around her. All of them crouched down and placed their hands out at their sides. Winston carefully watched and timed Io's bounces. He raised his arm up into the air and when the time came he swished it down and yelled, "NOW!" With impressive precision, all the silver-suited workers caught Io and ended her infinite bounce. Carefully they placed her down onto the ground and began to roll her to the other side of the room where a large sliding door opened up for them. It was barely big enough for them to fit Io through, but they got in. As the now-imprisoned and inflated Io began to fade into the dark corridor, Winston began to follow her. Just before he walked through the huge door he reached out his left hand and caught the bouncing Flubber ball and slid it into his coat pocket. "Stay put." Winston whispered as he pursed his lips and shushed the ball.

22580

first person

Female Inflation

Blueberry

Clean

4.2

11

She always had a certain sway in her walk. Her hips went back and forth like a pendulum, each inch of her curves wrapped in that tight black dress she always wore at the office. Sometimes she caught me looking. With big round eyes she'd stare back at me and smirk, flicking her black bob-cut hair back as she walked away, never looking away. Alice was her name. A short, fierce, beautiful creature. I'd watched her at my lunch break with loving eyes, my attentiveness oft noticed by my co-workers. They weren't surprised. Alice was a sex kitten; practically every man in the company would jump her bones in an instant. I had other intent for her. Malicious, maybe. Devious, perhaps. Nothing could prepare me for the reality of what would happen the night we both stayed late at work. My vision fades in from black. Everything is fuzzy, like a television with faulty reception. At first there is silence, slowly followed by the gradual build up of shrieking from my left. I roll around on the rough grey carpet for a moment, my senses still flustered and broken. I struggle to my knees and feel the sore spot on my head. A blob of blood in my hand greets me. I remember fragments. I hit my head. Forced back by some object, something protruding where I didn't expect it, launching me into the corner of a desk. My heart began to thud as the gravity of the situation intensified. I then remembered what had happened, all of it. I slowly turn my head as the shrieking becomes clear. Alice was standing in the middle of the office clutching at her midsection, breasts over spilling her dress which was splitting at the very seams, her skin a deep blue. I scramble around on the floor in an attempt to stand. A blue wrapper scrunches beneath my palm as I heave myself upwards, squinting at the eerily bright lighting. Alice is just whining, trying to cram herself back into the steadily tearing dress. "What was in that gum?" she snarls at me, still chewing away on the wad like a cow would to grass. I can't answer her, my mouth is as dry as a desert and my heart is rising up into my throat. Crack. One of her expensive heels snaps. She leans over, the juice within her shifting with a resounding slosh. Alice kicked the wrecked heel off, her fleshy leg wobbling, sending a rippling wave up to her breasts. The chest of the dress tore, revealing a red satin bra stained with juice desperately trying to retain her modesty. Crack. The second heel went. Alice toppled back, her posterior colliding with the edge of a desk. The juice shifted from her backside to her stomach, ripping the centre of the dress even further. Her globular belly stuck outwards at me, filled moreso by the surge of fluid. Her belly button was a deep crevice, a dark dot in a sea of blue. Another quick flick sent her second busted heel sliding off towards the photocopier. She lurched forwards, the displaced juice from her buttocks soon being replaced. I clutch my head in dismay and pain. I never expected the gum to work. This was scientifically impossible. Maybe cut on my head was caused by other means, I could be hallucinating, dreaming, or be dead. Regardless, I knew what I had to do. I grabbed the main tear in her dress and strained to rip it further. Alice looked down over her expansive breasts and chastised me, but she knew as well as I did that she'd be a whole lot more uncomfortable if I didn't attempt to liberate her expanding body. The dress was tearing easier now, perhaps the adrenaline was kicking in and I was finding unfound strength in a time of need, but it was becoming steadily obvious that Alice's increased rate of swelling was doing most of the leg work. I kneeled and began tearing at the very bottom of the dress. Alice's legs were becoming thicker, wider, pudgier. Her knees were steadily assimilated by her increasingly fleshy thighs. Her calf swelled, joining with ankle. Even her feet were looking fuller. Having successfully destroyed the hem of the dress, I looked upwards. My eyes were transfixed on the deepening hole that was Alice's belly button. Then, it hit me; in both a physical and mental sense. My first blackout was a result of the sudden growth of her midsection rebounding against my head and forcing me backwards, the second time I was lucky enough to just be forced onto my back, it was then I saw Alice in her entirety. Her body wasn't entirely rounded, but it was obvious she was heading that way. Her hips and stomach had sort of become one being, steadily getting lower, trying to merge with her legs, which were constantly pushing each other further and further apart as their girth increased. Her black hair now had a deep blue tint to it, a trick of the light perhaps? Plump, pouting lips frowned down at me, a look of worry spreading across her face. I looked up for a moment. High ceilings, but not high enough. We both knew how far this could go. I needed to get her out of here, fast. I grabbed her chubby hand and pulled her along. She took long, laboured steps, trembling all over with every slightly movement. I couldn't take her down the stairs in this state, nor could I take the elevator for fear of her filling it up before we reached the ground floor, crushing me in the process. There was one option. Yellow construction lights up ahead. I pulled on the bloated girl further. She was getting slower, heavier. I shielded my eyes from the glare bouncing off the metal scaffolding, battling my way through a jungle of clear plastic sheeting blocking the doorway. I pulled Alice onto the cold concrete floor, kicking up a small heap of sawdust. I looked up at the dismantled ceiling, stretching upwards far more than it would have previously. This was the one and only time I was thankful for office renovations. I look back, and a wave of horror overtakes me. Fat blue nipples poke over the top of Alice's bra, the straps cutting into her shoulders so very deeply. She whimpers and signals me to relieve her. I stand at her puffy back, perplexed. I grab the connecting section of the bra and pull inwards with all my might. I hear the sound of great volumes of liquid sloshing as her sides bulge out to compensate. My hands are shaking, not out of fear, but out of the resistance and strain preventing me from undoing the bra. I get a little closer as I manage to disconnect the first two hooks. A sudden surge of growth in her buttocks hits my lap and forces me back. I regain composure and pull, the straps threatening to slice even deeper. I'm sent recoiling to the side as the bra practically explodes. I reach out for something to help me regain my balance. My hands sink into the soft flesh of Alice's upper arm like they would into a half filled water balloon. She tips to the side as I struggle to get purchase against the floor. I hear a heavy slosh as she looms over me, threatening to topple. I hold my breath for the brief moment I'm suspended on her arm. Alice tips back the other way, bringing me to my feet. The law of physics dictates that for this to happen, she must be multiple times my own body weight. I surveyed her and concluded this was obvious. "Hewp me" she said, ridiculously plumped lips pouting even more than before. "Hewp". Her underwear had been stretched to such a severe degree that it began to bunch up, becoming ever so much like a thong around her burgeoning hips. They violently began to rip as they created an ever deepening crevice between where her hips ended and legs used to begin. They collapsed off her with a final protesting snap, now a pink tattered rag on the floor. Alice's legs were appearing shorter. I silently watched as her right leg spontaneously bloated before the other followed its example. Behind her, Alice's bum was swelling as gradually as her stomach. Her buttocks pushed out with a surge of growth, drooping slightly from the weight of the fluid within it. I could already tell the backs of her legs were being assimilated. Her lower back curved upwards, a 'shelf', as I believe they called it. Slowly, this shelf was disappearing, melding with the sphere that was her midsection. Her legs grew wider and shorter in rapid succession. It wasn't long before her feet were obscured by the single entity of her belly. It crept forwards towards me, a signal of continued enthusiastic growth. Alice's back began to puff out and rise, her shoulders becoming less and less defined. I pressed my back against the plaster wall, trying to retain my composure. Her body groaned as it tilted backwards. Stubby little arms flared out in every direction as Alice began to take an entirely round shape. Her cheeks filled out, her face a comical caricature of what it once was. A double chin formed beneath her head, throat forcing itself outwards like a Frog's. It blended with her orb breasts and rising chest. From the nose downward her face was obscured by blue flesh, little nubs for hands flapping frantically as tiny little squeaks of terror escaped her swollen lips. She continued to round out, body steadily growing upwards at half the rate it was doing so outwards. One of the lighting rigs collapsed, pushed back by this mass of blue. Her head, hands, and I presume her feet were all sucked into her body as it tipped back and forth in place. Slowly, the tipping stops. The sound of gushing liquid is silenced. I stood in silence for a moment. No longer was Alice the curvaceous woman she once was, just a great blue balloon with orbish breasts. I slowly pace towards her and disappear under the shadow above me created by her boobs. I reach out a press against her flesh. She sloshes heavily as my hand sinks a centimetre in. I hold my hand there for a moment, the uncanny warmth from beneath her skin being both unnerving and comforting. I take a step back and shove with both my palms flat. She tips back slightly and whines from obvious discomfort. I make a quiet apology and start to trace around her form. Round. Totally round. No bumps, curves, indents, nothing. A complete sphere. A berry. I take a step back to appreciate the enormity of both the situation and Alice. She was several feet taller than me, extended upwards from the growth. She was six feet from hitting the structure holding up the floor above, but what worried me was her width. The room we were in was big, but obviously not big enough. Another surge of growth could easily get her pushing up against the walls. Could it be possible that she would get that big? My question was answered as a low rumble came from Alice's stomach. Cautiously, I placed my ear against her body. It growled lowly. A prolonged whine from within, followed by the sound of running fluid. I backed away and retreated to the doorway. Her breasts began to shrink as the rest of her body grew. I stood on my tiptoes, trying to catch a glimpse of Alice's ever sinking eyeline. I quickly climbed up a stepladder resting against the wall. Dark fearful eyes watched me. She moaned as her cheeks swelled out further and her head descended. I couldn't watch any longer and leapt off the step ladder. I stumble and collide with her side. She doesn't move. She's far too turgid to jiggle, and far too heavy for me to make any impact. Tiny dark stretch marks began to appear around her bellybutton, a sign of her ever expanding equator. I feared the worst. Was she running out of skin? She could only stretch so far. Little dribbles of blue juice ran down her front from her nipples, pooling on the floor. I took a step back, then another, and another, and another. Her body is catching up to me quicker than I could move. I passed through the doorway before her last surge could knock me to the ground. Blue skin filled the doorway, bulging to push through. The low groan continued, overpowering the squeals Alice struggled to force out of her mouth. Beams cracked, plaster shattered. For once I praised the shoddy workmanship the construction crew had displayed so often. The groan began to get higher and higher, not unlike the rubbery screech of a balloon. Alice's skin was getting thinner, stretched to the absolute limit. I could see fluid moving beneath it. I dared not touch her for fear of unsettling something. I knew what came next. The screech and low pulsing noise were a warning. I ran, but I didn't run far enough. The sound of a mortar exploding rocked the building. I find myself in midair until a wall impedes my trajectory. The corridor fills with blue. It stampedes towards me. In the moments before the tidal wave hits me, I find myself thinking one thing. Poor Alice.

32919

water, witch

Female Inflation

Full Body Inflation

None

4.2

9

"Bring in the accused!" Brother Martin called across the large sanctuary. Two armed guards opened the double doors to allow a small group of people into the church. It was 1692, and disturbing word had reached the citizens of the Massachusetts town of Boston that Salem was in the midst of terror. Women and men were accused of consorting with the devil and practicing other forms of witchcraft. With distaste, they heard the people were crushed, hanged, and even drowned in lakes. That was not how Boston dealt with their guilty witches. The people who entered the church were solemn for different reasons. The men, all older and stony faced, did not relish the nasty business they had to now conduct. In the middle was a beautiful young woman. She was golden haired, with rosy cheeks and bright red lips. Her pale complexion was overall deemed unworldly, "too beautiful to be a sinful human," the pastor had once announced. Unfortunately, he soon had to regret speaking those words. The slim woman was lead to the center of the sanctuary and held in place by the two guards. The men stepped onto the altar and turned to face her. "Young Hannah," the pastor said darkly, looking down at the girl's bright blue eyes. "You have been accused of witchcraft, and cavorting with the devil on the holy days of our Lord. Do you deny these charges?" The girl looked up at him, her face telling him nothing. "Your mind has been made up," she responded coolly. "Does my answer matter?" "Nay, it does not," Martin interjected. "Surely you know how the other trials have gone?" "Only that, guilty or innocent, the Salem girls died." Hannah said, the tiniest hint of uncertainty in her voice. "Yet no such reports are made of the Boston w- girls." The men reacted at Hannah's nigh-slip. "We are not so barbaric as our brothers to the north." The pastor said. "Yet we ensure that witches shall never dance with the devil again. Andrew?" The man at the end of the line nodded and darted out the side door. "My child, you have one last chance to confess." "If I confess, will the church show mercy?" Hannah replied. There was a sneer in her voice now, something the pastor tried to overlook. "The Lord will always accept your confessions and repentance," he vowed. "Then, I confess," Hannah said, bowing her golden head. "The charges are not lies. I did so commune with the devil not a fortnight ago." The men gasped, and the pastor nodded grimly. Andrew returned, a set of large brass keys in his hand. The pastor nodded again and Andrews went to a side room just off the altar. Hannah looked nonplussed at the man's comings and goings. "What do you plan to do with me, if not kill me?" "We promise you shall never dance with the devil again," the pastor repeated. Andrew came out of the side room with a long tube that disappeared from sight. It was kinked in Andrew's left hand, the opening in his right. "Take the hose, and put it in your mouth." The slim girl shook her head and took a step back. "You shall take the hose. Please, Hannah, accept the mercy of the Lord." Warily, Hannah took the hose and put it in her mouth. Andrews unkinked the hose. For several moments, Hannah stood, unmoving. Her eyes roved the room nervously, noticing the guards and Andrew had stepped back. Water poured into her mouth, and she tried not to laugh at this "test." Then she noticed her waistcoat began to feel tight. Looking down, she saw her feet we obscured from view by her growing belly. She looked to the men like she was pregnant. She saw her once-dainty breasts surging out, her waistcoat groaning slightly. The brown fabric stretched and popped as she filled with water. Her head snapped up as she stared at the men in panic. Their faces were solemn still. Hannah ran her dainty hands down her swelling body. Her stomach looked like she had swallowed a person whole, her breasts like melons. With an awkward step forward, Hannah realized she was making a sloshing sound. Her petticoat flared out as her waist and thighs grew, laden with liquid. Her hand travelled down to her posterior, feeling it had expanded as well. With a yank, Hannah pulled the hose out of her mouth, water dribbling down her chin. Her other hand grabbed the hose and kinked it. Instantly the two guards were upon her, holding their bayonetted weapons to her vast belly. "Hannah please," Pastor said pleadingly. "You must drink it all, or we will be forced to pop you." "This will pop me!" Hannah protested. She stomped her foot with difficulty and her entire body wobbled with a great sloshing sound. The men looked at one another, doubt on their faces. "If you are indeed a witch as you have confessed, it will not. Now please, finish the water." Pouting, Hannah put the hose back in her mouth and unkinked it. This time the water poured faster, and Hannah grew. Her lower body lost definition as her watery belly swallowed it up. Hannah could now see why the men had stepped back- her body now took up most of the middle of the sanctuary. Her thin little arms ran frantically up and down her sides as her rosy cheeks plumped up a little bit. "She's full!" Andrews said, pulling the hose from Hannah's mouth. A tiny bit of water dribbled from the corner of her mouth. Hannah brushed it off thoughtlessly, and her cheeks jiggled. Hannah was slightly pear-shaped, the water having descended to her lower half. With a groan, she tried to take a sloshing step forward. Nothing really happened. Her legs were so fat and swollen that she could not walk. The men looked at one another and nodded, approaching her. "What are you doing?" She cried as the men placed gloved hands all over her bulging body. No one answered as they gently rolled her forward. She gave a cry as she slowly fell onto her belly, losing her pear shape. Two men darted forward to the raised altar, took a strap each on the stairs, and pulled, grunting slightly with effort. It revealed a hidden entrance, with a very slight ramp. The men nodded again and began to push Hannah forward, their hands sinking slightly into her water-filled flesh. She kicked her tiny feet in protest and waved her stick-like arms, but to no avail. Hannah eyed the nearing entrance with great trepidation. Feebly she gave one last struggle, but it was too late. The man paused, leaving Hannah at the top of the ramp. She felt their hands leave and hoped beyond hope that they had changed their minds. Then Pastor came into view. He made the form of the cross on her head and billowing chest. "May God show you mercy," he said somberly. With a final scream, Hannah was pushed into the hole. The young girl rolled down the ramp, slowly picking up speed. She screamed the whole time. They'll have nails, or more bayonets, or something else to pop me, her mind concluded. Her vast body sloshed and made other horrible noises as the water in her churned. The blackness pressed on her eyes. Suddenly, she came to a halt. Her body smacked into something solid and she bounced back a couple feet. Hannah had come to rest right-side up, the water forcing the enormous pear shape back on the young woman. Light greeted her eyes as she tried to turn around. "Hannah?" A soft voice greeted her. A familiar voice. Hannah twisted around to see a vast underground chamber, filled with nearly a dozen women. At the front was a gorgeous red-headed woman with a gently freckled face. Like Hannah, she had been willowy and supple and, also like Hannah, she was huge, fat with water, and slightly pear-shaped. Her face had become slender again. The other women Hannah knew or recognized, all beautiful, all waterlogged, all witches. "I was afraid they would find you too."

25923

Female Inflation

Full Body Inflation

None

3.8

6

It was the day before Thanksgiving, and Mother Nature had served up a typical late November storm, a storm that made up for what it lacked in force with sheer persistence. It'd kept up a steady rhythm on the roof of the tent all of yesterday and looked to be continuing through today. I'd finished today's newspaper hours ago, down to the crossword puzzle. The only stations we could get on the old radio were fading in and out of static, making listening an exercise in frustration, something neither of us needed more of. I was on my fourth game of solitaire, and strongly suspecting I wasn't going to be able to stomach a fifth. At least it was dry. We'd had plenty of time to patch all the leaks in the army surplus tent. It was a big one, made to protect airplanes from the elements, halfway across the world. Now, as the headquarters of Wide and Far Deliveries it was host to a different kind of aircraft. "I wanna deflaaaaate!" That was the aircraft herself whining. Jean, my business partner. Thinking back on it, I have to give her credit for not going stir crazier than she already had. I might have been getting tired of the scenery inside the tent, but at least I had half of it to wander around in. Jean's body just about took up all of the other half. But she'd been singing the same tune since she woke up, and it was starting to wear on me. I gave her the same refrain I'd been repeating all day. "Can't afford it." "Come on, Lynne, I've been like this for eleven days!" By 'like this' she meant roughly the size of a cement truck. Not anywhere near the weight of one, though. In fact, I could have lifted her into the air if I'd had a mind to. The helium that had make her into a very round giantess wasn't quite enough to get her off the ground, but it was close. She wasn't wearing anything but a war surplus blanket over her shoulders, or rather, two dozen war surplus blankets sloppily stitched together. It was both the only bedding she could use at her size, and the only thing like clothing she had. Not that it bothered her on either count. Weighing only a handful of pounds, she couldn't tell the difference between sleeping on a feather mattress and sleeping on rocks. As for clothing, well, most balloonists found that it wasn't worth the hassle to try to stay dressed when you could be one size one minute and twice as big the next, and when your laundry bill for one garment could pay to have anyone else's entire wardrobe washed twice over. "And we haven't had a job for those same eleven days. Can't afford it," I repeated, not looking up from the cards in front of me. Jean heaved a big sigh, solidifying her majority stake on the space inside the tent on the inhale and relinquishing it on the exhale with a gust that put the paperwork piled on top of the lone filing cabinet in even greater disarray than it had already been. I knew I only a few precious minutes until she complained again. I had my stare fixed on the cards in front of me, no longer seeing their suits or values, just trying to make her stay silent by sheer force of will. Not that she didn't have every right to complain. Without the radio, the entertainment options for a human blimp are sharply limited. The largest of large type books was like the fine print on a mortgage agreement for her, and forget about trying to handle a deck of cards. Not that balloonists were exactly rare these days, but most could afford to go back to everyday size to take their entertainment. But she, as I had been so patiently repeating, could not afford it, and no amount of complaining was going to change the fact. "I really wanna..." I tossed down the deck of cards angrily and stood up. "Yes! I know! You want to deflate! Why are you telling me about it?! We're broke! You know very well if we deflate you we can't afford to fill you back up. We can't fill you back up, we can't make deliveries. We can't make deliveries, we're through!" "I know, but..." "The day after tomorrow everyone and their dog is going to have Christmas gifts and greetings for us to carry. I bet we'll do enough business on Friday alone that we can afford to let you deflate for the weekend. What's the big deal about waiting two more days?" Jean gave a big sigh. "My parents aren't gonna be too happy when I show up for Thanksgiving dinner like this tomorrow." That put a damper on my temper. "Six months later and they still don't like that you do this, huh?" I asked. "Mom thinks it's a cute thing to do while I wait around to get married, just so long as I keep it hidden from the boys she keeps setting me up on dates with... and she invited one of them to dinner." "Ouch," I said. "And Dad says it's below my station and giving the family a bad name. And he thinks any day now I'm going to have to come running back and admit I wasn't cut out to make it on my own." Well, I could hardly stay mad at her. I'd never liked her dad or the way he lorded his affluence and clout over the town. "I'm sorry, Jean," I said. "But if we deflate you now, he's going to be right." "Pardon me, ladies, are you open for business?" I turned. The mayor had come through the tent flaps. "Good to see you, mayor," I said, putting on my best one-hundred-percent genuine business-like smile. "Can I get you a cup of coffee?" "Nah, I won't be staying long. Lot to get done before the big parade tomorrow, you know!" "I'd imagine so," I said politely. "Well, I'm actually here about that. You know the giant turkey is the pride of our parade. Karen Green is usually the one in the turkey costume, but it happens this year she's come down with the flu." This was starting to sound like a job. I could only hope the mayor wasn't expecting us to do it out of the goodness of our hearts. "So you'd like to hire Jean to take over?" I asked. "That's right. Now, the city only pays Karen twenty dollars for the parade..." "Twenty dollars!" I said. Fortunately, the mayor mistook my surprised greed for professional indignation. "Well, I suppose since it's short notice I can make it thirty, but that's all! But I tell you what, normally we'd fill her up with helium from the city's supply for the parade, but since it looks as if Jean's already got that covered, I don't see any harm in letting her take her fill-up a day or two after the fact." "Why can't someone else do it?" asked Jean. "You've got plenty of other balloonists lined up for the parade, right? Just have one of them be the turkey instead." I turned to Jean so the mayor couldn't see and gave her my best 'are you nuts?' face. The mayor shook his head. "There's no one else big enough for the costume. No one I can get on short notice." "Well," said Jean, "it's a handsome offer and kind of you to bring it to us, but--" I could hear the thirty dollars slipping away. I acted fast. "Let her wear our company banner and she's yours," I said. "Deal!" said the mayor. "Make sure she's at the schoolyard at 5am sharp to get decorated, you hear?" "No, wait," Jean was saying, but the Mayor was already on his way out. "Go after him," said Jean, quickly shifting from her sitting position onto all fours. She was almost frantic. "Cool it before you uproot the tent!" I said. "What's the problem?" "The problem is I can't do it!" "It's a cakewalk. Easy money. What do you mean, you can't do it?" "I just can't, okay?" "That's not good enough, you're going to have to spell it out for me. A sweet deal like that walks into our tent and you want to pass it up? All you have to do is let them dress you up as a turkey, then you take a nice leisurely walk down main street. Bam, they give us a cool thirty bucks and a free refill, which means you can show up for dinner as daddy's little girl instead of daddy's extra-extra-large girl. That's what's been eating you, right? Shouldn't you be jumping for joy?" "I'm not really that big. I bet I could squeeze my head through the dining room window. That'd be nearly as good as being at the table, right?" "Jean!" "Okay, okay, I'll tell you." Jean settled back down into a sitting position. "But promise not to laugh." I sat back down at my desk. "Shouldn't be hard, I'm not feeling too amused." "It's just... when I think of all those people looking at me, watching me come down the street... it's terrifying. I don't think I could bring myself to take the first step." "You're kidding." I said. "You're kidding! You spend your days naked as a jaybird and big as the water tower, and you're going to tell me you have stage fright?!" "I told you not to laugh!" "This isn't laughing, it's shouting! It's what people do when they can't believe what they're hearing!" "It's just the way I am, okay?" I cradled my head in my hands. A large part of me wanted to throttle Jean, and was even willing to go to the not insubstantial trouble of scaling her body and getting my arms around her throat to do so. But the angel on my shoulder was reminding me that Jean being just the way she is was the reason I was sitting broke in this run-down tent instead of off in the city, working for one of the big outfits. "All right." I said. "I guess we just have to chalk it up as another in the long streak of curveballs you've thrown me. And just when I was finally starting to understand how you can be a prude at five foot six, but be thirty feet tall, not wearing a stitch, and not have a care in the world. You're a strange one, no mistake." Jean looked relieved. "So, can we call it off?" "No. We need the money." "Lyyynne, I told you I can't do it. They're not going to pay us if I freeze up or run away." "Maybe you won't. I think I have an idea." "What is it? If you're thinking of trying to get me drunk again, the property damage is going to be more than thirty dollars." "No, nothing like that." I grinned at her. "I promised I'd stick with you as your pilot, and I don't see a reason to stop now." The giant turkey was the pride of the parade. If anyone noticed it wasn't the same girl inside all those ridiculous layers of nylon and chicken wire, no one found it worth commenting on. Jean walked the parade just as calmly and naturally as she'd walk down the street any other day. But once the procession arrived back at the schoolyard, she lingered around in full costume until enough of the marching band and baton twirlers and the other balloonists had cleared out that she could get some privacy. That's when I climbed out from the depths of her costume and up onto her shoulders, helped her take off the head of the costume... and then took off the blindfold she'd been wearing under it, and pulled the cotton out of her ears. "How did it work?" she asked. "Like a charm," I said. "You did great." "It was kind of hard," she said. "I'm not used to having weight on my front." "Oh? Seems to me like you'd be pretty used to a couple big weights on your front by now. Is that why you became a balloonist, so you wouldn't have to heft them around?" "Lynne!" she was blushing. But I'd done a good day's work and felt I was owed a little of one of my favorite guilty pleasures, Lynne-teasing. "I'm just saying it was awwwfully cozy where I was sitting. Hey, maybe we should try it on deliveries from now on! Squeezing them to tell you which direction to go means I don't have to shout over the wind!" She'd turned a shade of red to match the red nylon comb of the costume. She really is too easy a mark. But that's just one of many reasons I like her.

36002

balloon, dream

Female Inflation

Breast Inflation

None

3.8

6

Jamie kicked off her shoes as she wandered idly into her bedroom. After an exhausting day at work, and with her friend's birthday party that evening, she'd decided about half way through the day that her brief window of time between the two events would be spent taking a well-deserved nap. Her loose-fitting white T-shirt and slim jeans weren't what she'd usually wear to bed, but she was tired past the point of caring. It had been a busy day at the party store where she worked, but she was the only member of staff working at the register. It would have been blissful if it weren't for all the customers. Jamie unhooked her bra, a white C-cup, pulled it out through her sleeve, and threw it to her bedframe, the familiar sweet release at the end of a day's work. The slender redhead flopped onto her bed, landing comfortably on her back, her arms and legs partially outstretched. Her mind briefly raced with thoughts of what she'd be doing at her friend's party, but the internal excitement soon faded as she fell into a deep sleep. ____ Jamie found herself standing in what seemed to be a field, or, at the very least, a long stretch of grass. Around her she could observe various balloons, all equally sized and ranging greatly in colour. She felt strangely contented and safe - nothing here felt unusual to her. She observed how the balloons would float and bounce aimlessly - occasionally, two would come together and the light impact would send them floating away again. Truly a thing of beauty, Jamie thought to herself. Soon enough, she felt an odd feeling of weightlessness in her chest. She couldn't feel much, but she could observe, and she could definitely observe her chest expanding outwards. She could see perfect spheres filling out her T-shirt, and she could hear the accompanying slight frictional squeaking. Even a slight smell of latex permeated the air around her. Still, she felt contented with the situation. Glancing up at the clear blue sky, and back down to see that her shirt had completely disappeared, Jamie's lips slowly curled to form an immensely satisfied expression. She was familiar with the situation and happy to be here again. The spheres protruding from her chest continued to increase rapidly in their size and circumference; Jamie ran her fingernails, painted a bold shade of red, gently along their smooth surfaces, admiring the way the light would gleam slightly from the spheres. With her small and slender frame, it didn't take long for the weightless expansions to obscure her stomach. Jamie flicked her hair to the side, reminiscent of a glamour model showing off on the catwalk - her breasts, reacting to the sudden movement, bounced together. The left one bounced buoyantly off the right one with a light squeak; as they expanded, the two came back together to form a spacious cleavage on her chest. Jamie continued to tap lightly on the surfaces of her helium-filled breasts, creating more light squeaking sounds. In this quiet and barren atmosphere, she could hear every squeak clearly, and she loved it. She swayed her hips and revelled in the sensation of her steadily inflating breasts mimicking her movements with a delay. Getting bigger, bigger, biggeeeeeeeeeer, aaaand... ____ "No!" Jamie exclaimed, pausing briefly and giggling to herself as she realised she'd just said "no" out loud. The fantasy usually goes on for longer than that, she thought to herself. The balloon dream was a familiar one for her, and with good reason. Jamie would often zone out at work to imagine her breasts slowly inflating right there and right now. Coworkers would ask what she's thinking about, and she'd come up with some random thought of the day. Her fantasy typically ended with a loud pop and a return to reality. Slightly disappointed, she leapt up energetically from her bed, feeling invigorated from the nap. Jamie heard a loud squeak as she stood up - no sooner had she registered the sight of herself in the mirror. Just like in her dream, her shirt was gone and her chest really did seem to be filled with helium. Jamie giggled to herself. "I know this is still a dream!" she announced loudly as she ran her fingers along her chest. But the tingling sensation that permeated through her breasts as they was all too real. They really were filled to capacity with helium. Jamie couldn't take her eyes off herself in the mirror. Almost perfect spheres attached to her chest - her nipples were definitely bigger too, with huge pale-pink areolae. Staring blankly, her mind reeled with questions - how? Why? Who, even? At that moment, the red light from her alarm clock caught Jamie's attention and she looked over. "Shit!" she exclaimed. 5:59PM. "Lily's birthday party is at half past six!" Jamie soon entered a state of panic. An hour and a half to her best friend's birthday party, and she was stood topless with a chest full of helium. What would Lily think? Three hours ago, Jamie had a pair of B-cups tucked away in a baggy T-shirt. Her first instinct was to pop them; maybe this is all a dream and the pop would bring her back to reality like usual. However, she found herself caressing them, admiring their perfect form. The swirling movements of her fingers sent tingles through her breasts, right to the ends of her nipples. Really, she knew full well that she didn't want rid of them. This was what she'd always fantasised about, after all. She'd thought about it enough that it felt natural to her. Maybe she could just have a little fun with it. Jamie strutted over to her wardrobe, her breasts bouncing off each other with her movements. What could she wear? Picking an outfit with her new "enhancements" wasn't going to be easy. Summer dresses? Wouldn't work. Blouses? Wouldn't work. Tank tops? Why even try. Jamie pulled out a stretchy dark purple T-shirt and pulled it on slowly over her body - with her new and improved boobs, the stretchiness only brought it to just above her navel. The thin fibers stretched around her chest created a slight translucency that exposed tantalising traces of her nipples. But still, it covered her and that was good enough. Brushing her wavy hair off her shoulders, she grabbed her keys and left for the party. ____ "You like 'em?" said Jamie confidently. As planned, she was the first to arrive at Lily's party - after all, what kind of best friend wouldn't arrive first? Swaying back and forth, Jamie proudly demonstrated the airy physics of her chest balloons. Lily watched in a stunned silence. "I..." "-absolutely love it, right?" Jamie announced, cutting off her friend before she could even attempt to say something. "Actually, I do..." Jamie was slightly taken aback. She'd expected Lily to react in any number of ways; confusion, embarrassment, laughter, maybe even playful teasing, but not like that. Lily's slight blush deepened. "I've always liked the idea of something like this..." she said, extending a slightly quivering arm out to run her fingers across one of Jamie's breasts. The slight squeak permeated the quiet, pre-party atmosphere. Lily uttered a soft "wow" as she tugged the zipper of Jamie's hoodie down, freeing the barely-concealed extremities. Jamie could see that Lily was truly enamoured - her eyes were widened, she was breathing deeply and she had licked her lips as soon as she heard the first soft squeak of fingertips across latex. Lily handled them expertly, pressing down firmly but carefully at the same time, admiring their weightlessness and buoyancy. "Wait right here" said Lily, as she walked up the stairs, seemingly determined. Jamie stood still, her floaty breasts glistening slightly in the heavy room lighting. Lily returned, clutching something and looking extremely excited about it. "An air pump?" said Jamie, feigning confusion - really, she knew what was coming. "Yeah..." Lily's anticipating expression turned to one of expectant mischief. "..this is only the start."

40369

College, floating, helium, helium inflation, school, sphere, tied down

Female Inflation

Belly Inflation, Breast Inflation, Butt Inflation, Full Body Inflation

None

3.8

13

Eva sighs, slumping down more on the bench as she stares at the clock. Her dark brown hair flowing down and resting on her shoulders the more she slumps. Her legs stretching out more, lifting one of them up and gently relaxing it on her other leg. She reached back, grabbing on her black shirt and pulling it down over her jean shorts which fit loosely on her. She acted like she was sitting alone, in total silence. But instead, she was in a noise filled hallway of her school. Noises of the other students talking fill the air, not evening getting the littlest of breaks from the noise. Eva didn't want to go to class, especially the class she had next, she was ready for the weekend. The clock ticked a minute forward, she now had five minutes until class started. She let her gaze draw away from the clock, looking at the other students as they laughed, closed lockers, and ran to their next class. She reached around her wrist, readjusting her black bracelet to a more comfortable position. "Psst! Eva!" Eva's head looked up, suddenly, looking around the noisy hallway. She sighed, brushing it off, assuming it wasn't for her. "Eva! Hey! Eva Williams!" Eva's head looked up again, knowing now that it was for her, and that it was a familiar voice. She looked around once more, not finding the source of the voice inside the hallway. "Over here!" Eva looks towards the outside door, seeing her friend Taylor waving her hand. Her long dark brown hair following along the door frame as she calls her over, "Come here." Eva smiles, looking at the clock as it ticks to another minute. She had four minutes before class, and she figured that talking to a friend before class would help her get through it. She bounded over to the door as Taylor slipped back outside. Eva caught the door before it closed, slipping out of the noisy hallway and giving Taylor a big hug, "Oh Taylor! Just who I needed to see before my boring class." Taylor giggles, hugging back, "That's why I wanted to see you," she said, "I could tell by your deflated mood that you weren't excited for class." Eva chuckles, "I'm just ready for the weekend," she says, sighing as she holds the hug. Taylor pulls away with a smile, "Well, I think I can help you." Eva looks at her friend in a bit of surprise, "Help me?" "Yea!" Taylor says with a big grin, "So you can skip class and not get caught" Eva thinks, "But, as boring as class is, I need to go. I'll regret it if skipping causes me to fail." Taylor giggles, "I'll tell you everything that happened in class after school! And I'll come over to your house to help you if you'd like that too." Eva smiles, "Okay, you got a deal! But, How will I not get caught, the school has cameras everywhere and staff will be looking for me when I don't show u-" Taylor stops Eva in the middle of her sentence by placing a finger over her lips. Her friend smiles at her with a giggle, "Just trust me," she says, "Now hurry, class starts in three minutes! We gotta be quick." Taylor grabs her hand, tugging Eva with her quickly, running up a set of stairs to the next and highest floor of the building. Eva keeps up as best she can, also tripping on the first step. Taylor stops running once they reach the balcony of the top floor, Eva taking the moment to catch her breathe, "Next time, just tell me to run," Eva says as she pants. She giggles, "What's the fun in that Eva!" She says, patting her back. "Now, close your eyes," she says, walking over to the corner of the balcony, "And remember, trust me." Eva nods, closing her eyes with a giggle. She shivers a bit happily as she hears her friend shuffling around with something, metal clangs being heard before all goes quiet, besides the footsteps of Taylor. Suddenly, something gets shoved into Eva's mouth, making her eyes fly open in surprise, "Mmmmm!" Looking down she can see a long black tube in her mouth, "Mmmm?" She says in confusion, wrapping her hands around the tube and tugging on it a bit. "Nu uh uh," Taylor says, making Eva look up from the hose to her. Her eyes widen even more as she notices what her friend is standing by. Sitting next to Taylor is a tall, shiny, metal cylinder that read 'HE' on the front of it. Eva looked up and Taylor would worry. "Just listen to what i said," Taylor says in a comforting voice, reaching for the valve, "Trust me." With a squeak of metal, a loud hissing sound is heard, "Mmmmph?!" Eva muffles in shock as her cheeks fill up with helium. Taylor turns the valve more, making the flow go faster and faster into her. Eva lets out a faint groan, her eyes closing as she feels like gasses flow through her body, over time making her feel more and more bloated and full, her puffy cheeks starting to turn red, blushing in embarrassment. Taylor pulls her hand off the valve of the large tank and giggles, the gauge showing her at half power. She looks at Eva as she squirms to the weird feeling of helium running through her. In that moment, Taylor notices Eva's chest noticeably expand, pushing out her black shirt. A grin starts to spread across Taylor's face, "Oh wow, hehe" Eva groans, feeling the weird feeling in her chest. She looks back, slowly opening her eyes. "Mmmph??!!" She muffles loudly in shock, noticing the stretching orbs of her breast, her hands darting and holding her rounding chest in her grasp. Taylor walks up, gently poking one of the ballooning orbs. The inflated boob squeaks as her finger makes a divot, before she pulls her finger away. "Awwww, Eva look at you!" She says with a happy giggle, "They're getting so big!" Eva looks at Taylor as she pokes her expanding curve, when suddenly she feels a tightness tugging on her pants. One of her hands fly off her balloon boobs, darting and planting onto her ass. Her butt emits a 'boing' as it smacks against it, followed by a squeak. Eva turns her head around, seeing her butt stretch and push her pants out as it too fills with helium, "Mmmph Hmmpff!!" Taylor's attention is drawn away from her friend's front, and to her back, "Ooooh, Look at that ass!" She says, walking around Eva to get a better view of her butt. Taylor bends down onto a knee, giggling as Eva's hand grabs and squishes her rapidly ballooning rump. "Mmmph... Hmmmmmpppffff" Eva muffles, feeling her butt as she runs her hand along her stretching jeans. It felt so, perfectly round, so squeaky, so big. Taylor joins Eva's hand in rubbing her butt, even giving her pats which emits a tiny 'boing' with every pat. Her butt gets so big that her jeans shorts can't hold her entire booty, the seams on the sides of her pants start to slowly tear a bit and they start to ride down her round tush. Taylor's hand gravitates more towards the bare balloon skin of her friend as the jeans ride lower and lower down her melon sized booty, Eva's pink panties starting to become visible. Taylor giggles, "Hehe, Uh oh you're gonna need new pants, " she says, rubbing her bum skin and panties. Eva looks at Taylor as she enjoys her expanding curves, her blush reddening on her puffy cheeks as she continues to hold her expanding breast and ballooning bottom. Her shirt lifts and starts to ride up her boobs, her slim belly being fully exposed. Pressure builds up in her stomach, her belly starting to feel bloated. Eva moans, feeling the pressure build up in her tummy. Her hand slides down her inflating boobs and onto her belly, which at this point as bloated. Eva's eyes clamp closed again as the pressure builds, holding her belly in her hand as it swells up to the size of a basketball, her inflating refusing to stop as the gas gets pumped into her. Taylor gives Eva's bum one last pat, staring at it as her jeans and panties ride down her butt, exposing more of her butt as her butt crack slips out from under her pink panties. She giggles, rubbing her panties as she stands up, "And new panties, Your booty cheeks are showing!" Eva's blushing spreading off her cheeks and onto the rest of her face, knowing that her friend is saying that there is a visible butt crack appearing from her inflated ass. Taylor runs a finger along her butt, walking around her until her finger drags against her now beach ball sized belly, "You're massive!" She says, patting and banging her belly like a drum, emitting hollow sounds of a balloon from her ballooned tummy. A bell ring is heard from the school, Eva and Taylor looking inside as the remaining students in the hallway scurry to their classrooms. Taylor looks to Eva and smiles, "I guess We'll have to finish this up fast," she says, bounding over to the helium tank and quickly cranking the valve up to full power. "Mmmmmppph!!!" Eva muffles and groans loudly, the gas flow into her making her cheeks feel over inflated, red spreading everywhere it can on her face as her butt, breast and stomach inflate three times as fast. Her jeans stretch as a few more seams break, her panties stretching with her butt as more and more buttcrack is exposed. Her boobs make her shirt stretch more and more out, the area in which the shirt is covering lessening to the point where even her pink bra is visible. And her belly makes her legs spread apart more and more as it puffs out beyond her boobs. Eva's eyes are wide open, her arms, legs, back and sides inflating, making her form more of a star as her star form gets puffier and puffier. Her jeans strain, her button barely holding on until it no longer can't. The button pops off her pants, flying through the air as the zipper of her shorts gets forced by her ballooned body to unzip. Taylor giggles as the button flies against the metal of the helium tank, noticing that Eva's feet where no longer touching the ground, which makes Eva panic. Eva flails her feet and hands madly, letting out loud rapid muffles as she attempts to move. She can't help but giggle, watching Eva's helpless wiggles and muffles as she floats up more and more. Reaching forward, she grabs her foot, holding the massive balloon girl down as she gets rounder and rounder, her boobs and belly merging together with her sides. Her inflating back merges with her bubble butt. Taylor looks up at Eva as all her inflating parts merge together, rounding out the helpless girl. Taylor reaches for the hose, using it to pull Eva's face down to her as the helium tank keeps pumping gasses into the new perfectly round balloon. The light tan balloon was wrapped in a stretched pair of jean shorts, the sides of them being ripped from stretching out. Through the ripped seams and above her jean line were her overstretched pink panties, her ballooned butt cheeks visible above her panties. The balloons pink bra strap was barely staying together, her black stretched out shirt covering most of the bra. And around her body were small divots, where her feet, hands, and head stuck out of her massively round body. Eva's head spun down as Taylor pulled on the hose, pulling until her friend's face was visible to her. Taylor giggles, looking up at her friends red blush face as she bobbed in the air, helpless, like a balloon. Taylor pulled her down lower, looking over her body as it continued to expand and inflate, her round body squeaking and groaning as it balloons. "You must be at least 10 feet wide! And still inflating!" She says with an excited bounce, grabbing onto her hand when she's low enough. Taylor holds her down with one of her hands, looking happily at her friend, "I'd love to sit hear and talk to my cute little- Sorry, Biiiiig Evaloon but, I'm late for class, and we had a deal," she says, tugging the hose out, her cheeks staying puffed out and blushes. She takes out a long 30 foot string, pushing her hand into one of her divots as she slowly and carefully ties the string a few times around her wrist. Taylor walks over to the railing with her ballooned friend, tying the other end of the long strong securely on the rail. She smiles, looking back at Eva, "I'll see you after school, you massive balloon!" Taylor gives her a kiss the the cheek, and let's go of her hand, waving at her as she floats up, higher and higher. Eva's body spins around in mid-air, only barely being able to hear the metal of the helium tank as Taylor puts it back where she grabbed it, opening the door to the building and running inside to her class. The string straightened out and tugged on her hand. "Mmmmm!!!" Eva muffled, her body spinning around from looking up, to looking down at the earth below her. And there Eva was, skipping class, by floating up 30ft in the air as a helium filled balloon. She was still trying to get used to the strange, uncomfortable feeling of being about 12 feet wide. But without a doubt, floating above the school was definietly more peaceful. There were hardly any sounds, besides from birds chirping, the wind blowing against her which makes her bob around in the air, tugging on the string, and the squeaks, groans and creaks emitting from her body. "Mmmm." she moans, wiggling her hands and feet around helpless. She really couldn't do anything but sit there and relax, which is what she did, waiting quietly until the final school bell, where Taylor will come and get her.

4303

floating, helium, Inflatrix, self inflation, superhero, Zephyr

Female Inflation

Full Body Inflation

None

4.1

9

It was a cloudy night over Turgidia city. The moon occasionally peeked its glowing visage through the broken cumulus clouds that seemed to strain with the burden of heavy rains seeking release. It was the kind of night that very few women would brave alone on foot, and with good reason... The woman could not hear herself think over the sound of her feet rapidly smacking the pavement. She nearly toppled head over heels pivoting into an alleyway. Beads of sweat streamed down her face as she broke off into a more intense sprint. "Keep going," she told herself, "I can't let her catch me...oh, god! I can still hear her!" Wincing with the discomfort of each step, she groaned, "Why did my sandals have to fall off at a time like this!" The brunette's thoughts raced as her bruised and tender feet slapped the alley's floor. Despite the echo, another series of sounds could be heard over the terrified woman's exasperated breathing. The tell-tale click-clack of high heeled steps accompanied by the seductive giggling of a female voice mingled with the desperate girl's own noises. She was running out of options. The clacking was steadily catching up to her, and she was no marathon athlete. Nearly slipping on a puddle of residual rain, she took off down the sidewalk after exiting the alley, before coming to a screeching stop inches away from a mysterious blonde woman in an outlandish costume. The newcomer smiled at the terrified brunette. "W-who...who are you?" she asked. "I'm here to save you...just keep running and leave this to me," the newcomer said The brunette only paused for a moment before nodding and going around the figure, not daring to stick around for what was to come. "Bless her!" she thought, taking one last glance over her shoulder at the woman who had given her the chance to flee before disappearing down the street hurriedly. "Where are you my little plaything? It's not polite to keep your future mistress waiting! Where could you have gone?" the Inflatrix called out playfully as she followed the path of the fleeing brunette. She had never let her quarry escape, but she thoroughly enjoyed giving them false hope. Dashing out into the street, the Inflatrix glanced left and right before yelping in alarm. Her ears were filled by the sound of what could only be described as a tornado as she was slammed by a powerful gust of wind. Swept off of her feet, the Inflatrix was blown backward several feet before she righted herself and skidded to stop, her prodigious bosom taking a few moments to cease wobbling. With a glare that could pierce through stone, the Inflatrix looked down the street for the source of this most inconvenient interruption. "I've finally found you, Inflatrix! You won't be turning anybody into a balloon tonight, fiend," a woman called. Standing by a mailbox fifteen feet away was the source of her interruption. A blond woman clad in a teal leotard ensemble, complete with matching knee high boots and elbow length gloves, took a few steps toward the Inflatrix. The latter dusted herself off from the debris. This new arrival smirked smugly at the villainess, her eyes fixated on the evil-doer through shaded glacier glasses. The most noticeable accessory the woman possessed was a belt with a single large jewel as the buckle. "A little early for comic convention, wouldn't you say, girlie? You're going to PAY for letting my prey escape you-" The Inflatrix began to speak before being cut off. "Shut it!" the other woman called. "You're the one that's going to pay for what you've been doing to all of those innocent women! Prepare to be blown away by Zephyr!" boasted the costumed woman. She placed both of her hands on her belly. To the surprise of the Inflatrix, this odd newcomer began to emanate a sound akin to that of a balloon expanding. Even more shocking was the fact that the woman was ACTUALLY swelling up like a balloon. Zephyr's belt pulled taut across her expanding gut while her gaze remained fixated on the Inflatrix. The villainess' face reddened as she bore witness to what she hoped would be her next victim's capabilities. "A self-inflating love doll? Oh I simply MUST have you!" demanded the Inflatrix. "Mmhmm, you'd love to HAVE me, wouldn't you?" retorted the heroine. She abruptly ceased her expansion just as her belly reached the size of a beach ball. Raising her hands, the quietness of the night was once again shattered by the sound of hurricane force winds. The Inflatrix braced herself hastily, and noted that the winds seemed to blast from the region of the woman's waistline and that jeweled belt. The woman's gut deflated as the wind raged, almost as if she was some kind of living air tank. "Urrrghh! That's what that was...d-damnit!" the Inflatrix cursed as she looked down at her own waistline. The grenades she had so carefully attached to her own belt blew off one by one in the gale, rolling down the street before the grenade-belt joined them. As the gale subsided, the Inflatrix looked a bit disheveled and a little worse for wear. "My precious little babies! You naughty little girl!" the villainess cried, tightening the grip on her ray gun. Zephyr was way ahead of her; she placed her hands on her gut and drew even more air into her body, rapidly inflating. "That was just a taste! Now see what you're really up against!" Zephyr boasted as her face contorted in strain. Her stomach billowed out again at an alarming rate. In the meanwhile, the Inflatrix decided that this blowhard wouldn't receive a third freebie. Darting forward with surprising speed, the villainess began her offensive strike with her crop crackling with electricity. Zephyr only smirked as the distance between the two was closed. "You're going to be my personal plaything, girlie!" The Inflatrix yelled, preparing to swing her crop. As she took her swing, Zephyr lowered her hands and bent forward, a rush of air emanating from the heroine. She catapulted herself upwards on the column of air, eliciting a cry of alarm from the Inflatrix. Nearly thirty feet up, Zephyr suddenly spread her arms revealing that part of her cape was attached to each of her gloves. Her cloak deployed like a parachute as she glided at her target, her belly roughly half the size it had been. The Inflatrix's eyes widened as she stood, frozen in place, too surprised to fully block Zephyr's dive bomb. "Gyah! Eat this, you perverted fiend!" shouted Zephyr, moments before the two collided. The Inflatrix managed to partially mitigate the aerial assault, rolling with the impact. The Inflatrix's crop skittered across the ground. The implement slid several feet before dropping into a sewer drain. The pneumatic heroine bounced up off of the ground after plowing her target over, immediately landing on her feet after only a single bounce. "H-how...how is she doing this?" the Inflatrix asked herself while struggling to her feet. Fortune was at least partially with her. She retained her ray gun, but she had never faced an opponent who...fought back. "I'm going to have fun with you....you'll be mine yet!" vowed the villainess, briefly looking herself over to assess any injuries. Zipping down her suit, the Inflatrix smiled slyly, her face tinted a slight pinkish hue. At first, only her curiosity had been aroused. Now, however, she was genuinely feeling a bit hot under the latex. "I'm going to have to bring this little tussle to a conclusion," she chuckled, "but I assure you, the fun has only just begun." The Inflatrix's eyes narrowed. "There's a price to be paid for arousing me, and I don't take no for an answer!" the Inflatrix stated, licking her lips like a hungry predator fixed on its prey. "Oh, I'm soooo scared! Please don't hurt me!" Zephyr responded, sarcasm edging her voice. The Inflatrix deftly switched the dial on her precious ray gun to the red setting and fired it in one swift motion. Zephyr's eyes went wide. She fired a blast of wind again in an attempt to launch herself out of path of the beam, but it was futile. Zephyr dropped her hands to her belly as a gleeful cackle emanated from the villainess. "Oh no! My, my belt! It's not w-working! What have you done to me?!" cried Zephyr. An unbelievable pressure within the heroine's belly made its presence known and Zephyr did not like it one bit. "U-ugh! URRRGH! It's too much...I'm getting...fatter!" whimpered the poor heroine. Her belly surged forward, pulling the belt tightly across her rapidly swelling midsection. She began flail as her entire body puffed up, each part swelling up. Without immediately realizing it, her beach ball sized gut had toppled a mail box. "Somebody help me...I can't..." Zephyr squealed, voice rising in pitch. "My voice is getting higher...Oh no! Not helium!" The woman expressed dismay as she waddled, her thighs squeaking together, before she finally fell backward and rolled onto her backside. The Inflatrix could not be any happier, and practically skipped up her ballooning adversary. "My, my, my...look at you! How does it feel? How does it feel knowing your going to be my personal love doll. Are you angry? Humiliated? Don't worry dear...I'll keep you somewhere safe...nobody will ever find you...but first," the Inflatrix gloated over Zephyr's fallen balloon of a body, just as she began to float. With a sinisterly playful cry of glee, the villainess hopped on top of the woman, straddling her belly before gradually leaning down to look at the woman's puffy-cheeked face. Zephyr grunted at the addition of the new weight, her face full of fright as the Inflatrix leaned in, her hot breath blowing in the balloon's face. "I told you....arouse me, and you'll pay," the Inflatrix half-moaned, leaning down and locking lips with her latest love doll. The villainess was absolutely aroused. "Now I can't have you floating off before I've finished, can we?" the Inflatrix added, breaking the kiss briefly. Reaching into a pocket, she drew a length of thick string and with great dexterity, tied one end to Zephyr's wrist and the other to her own. She then leaned down, and resumed passionately kissing the woman who reluctantly struggled against the affection. "N-now's my chance!" Zephyr thought as she felt the Inflatrix's flat stomach press against the jewel on her belt. The Inflatrix nibbled the immobile heroine's puffy lip before diving her tongue back into the frightened woman's mouth. Zephyr balled her fists, feeling the palm controls for her belt click. Hoping to buy herself some time, Zephyr gave into the Inflatrix's forceful advances. Admittedly, the feel of the villainess' cleavage upon her own swollen bosom wasn't all that bad. "Nnngg! You're such an exceptional love doll!" the Inflatrix crooned. "I haven't even gotten started and yet I feel so....tight inside!" The Inflatrix squealed with glee as Zephyr mustered what little mobility she had to roll over, her bloated form resting atop the Inflatrix now. "O-oh my! Naughty, naughty balloon...I'm in control here! Now be a good girl..." the Inflatrix trailed off as something was amiss. She felt tight, but not in the right places. The Inflatrix felt positively bloated. The Inflatrix attempted to cry out in alarm, but only succeeded in gasping ecstatically. Then, she noticed Zephyr's face. She was no longer the frightened, desperate victim...but she was smiling broadly. "Gotcha, Inflatrix...have a nice dose of your own medicine!" Zephyr gloated. The tables had turned. The Inflatrix began to try to wriggle herself free from beneath the enormously bloated woman. Zephyr's belt had begun to transfer the helium in her body into the body of the Inflatrix. The front of the villainess' suit began to unzip as her inflating stomach pushed it's way to freedom, her breasts slipping out like a pair of fleshy party balloons. Keeping her fists balled, Zephyr kept the hidden belt-control buttons on her gloves depressed. "It's YOUR turn to be a balloon!" the heroine added. She felt victorious as she felt herself slowly deflate, regaining control of her limbs. She pinned the Inflatrix down forcefully now, her hands gripping the villainess' shoulders. "I have to...get...free!" The Inflatrix's mind desperately raced for possibly solutions, but it was too little, too late. The woman on top of her had regained her natural curves, and now the Inflatrix had puffed up like a balloon within her black catsuit. "Ugh....look what you've done to my beautiful body...I look...so fat! Y-you'll pay for this...I swear...nnng," she vowed, cut with a sudden, "OOF!" as Zephyr bouncing on the inflated woman. Smirking, Zephyr demanded, "Now that you're not going anywhere, just answer one question." Drawing a breath, the woman's hands shot upward in exasperation as she yelled, "WHY? Why are you doing this to people?" The inflatrix, eyes half-lidded, squirmed as best as her bloated body allowed, groaning in a muddled, voice, "nnn, g...od...s-so huge, so f-full..." Growling, Zephyr's eyes narrowed in anger, exclaiming, "Answer me!" Heavily, she bounced in place astride the swollen woman, the impact sounding almost like a jump on a trampoline. Immediately, the inflatrix nearly shrieked, "Eeeeeyusssss!" She flailed and squirmed in place, groaning throaty moans of passion at the feel of the heavy bounce upon her inflated form. Eyes wide, Zephyr immediately hopped backwards and slid to the ground, lips curled in disgust. "You sick freak!" Zephyr squealed accusingly. "You're ENJOYING being a balloon?" The heroine asked in a voice full of shock. No longer weighed down, the Inflatrix began to rise into the air slowly, her ragged breathing still permeating the night air. Her face dotted by beads of sweat, the villainess gulped in an attempt to alleviate her dry throat. The Inflatrix was blissfully unaware of her ascent. Watching the black-clad sphere drift higher into the sky, Zephyr called out, "If floating off into the sky was good enough for your victims, it's good enough for you!" Bosom heaving, cheeks flushed with exertion, she called up again at the receding blip in the sky, "And if you find your way back down, I'll stop you again! C-count on that!"

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Miranda slowly came around. She seemed to be in a daze. Almost like she had been sleeping for a week straight. "Wha... Where am I?" she screamed. In something that looked like a silver elevator, only lacking buttons and a door. It slowly started to come back to her. She had come to apply for a job with MDK Tech, one of the biggest military developers in the nation. The ad in the classifieds said they needed 25 young women to hire because of a company 'equal-opportunity' hiring quota. It sounded a little odd but poor unemployed Miranda needed a job. A well-paying job! It wasn't that she was money-grubbing or greedy by any means. But after Student loans and a horrible driver's record, well, monetarily things weren't good for her. The last thing she remembered was walking down a glass corridor to the boss's office. A steel door shut on the waiting room where many young other applicants were also hoping to be picked up. "Strange!" she thought. But as Miranda walked down the corridor, two large Secret Service looking guys followed her from both sides of the steel door. As she stopped to turn around, she was injected with something and fell asleep. It was vague after that. Standing up in the small room's corner, she realized all of her jewelry and shoes had been take off. Even her fingernails were cut to the quick. "He-Hello?" she asked wondering if anyone was there. "Where am I? What are you doing with me?" "Hush up!" said a harsh Texan over a PA system. "Miranda Wilkins?" "Y-yes?" she asked timidly. "Congradulations! This is General Bagwell of the US Army. You have got the job you applied for!" "But... I just... Huh?" she asked confused. "You see, my darlin', that ad we placed in the paper was for lab rats basically. But since the flat-out truth would have scared people away, we decided to dupe you into coming here!" He laughed. "But... That's like faulty advertising or something!" she argued. "No, it's not. In that ad... did it say you wouldn't participate in an experiment?" "Well... no. But..." Miranda sighed. "You can't keep me here! I demand to be let go! This instant!" "Miss Wilkins, I can assure you, You'll be given the chance to leave on your own freewill one week from today!" He said with a laugh. "But National security codes state that you must at least stay one week." "No! I want to be released now!" Miranda said, stomping her foot. "But my dear, we never discussed payment!" he laughed again. Miranda's eyes seemed to light up a little. "Payment?" "Yep!" laughed the General. "150,000 US dollars a week! Now how does that sound?" Miranda began to choke. "Well..." she said, trying to make it sound as though she wasn't interested. "What kind of experiment is it?" "That's classified information as of right now, but I can assure you that there will be no long lasting after effects!" Bagwell swore. "You might even have a little fun with it as well, some of the others are." He said with a laugh again. "Not good enough. Sorry." Said Miranda, now very interested but trying her best to haggle for maybe a few more grand. "Did you even see where you'd be stayin'?" Suddenly, the wall directly in front of Miranda parted to both sides. She nearly fainted at what she saw. "Here?!" "Yep, Ma'am!" Bagwell laughed. A luxurious room about 30 x 30 with a high tech entertainment system and a jacuzzi and everything else you could think of. The furniture looked like comfortable plush leather and the floor was a silky velvet carpet. As Miranda set foot in, a shiver ran down her spine. "Now, Miranda. $150 grand a week just to stay here? In the lap of luxury? We even have a computer to take care of all your needs. Say hello, LX!" "H'llo!" said a proper British sounding robotic voice. "Uh... Hi!" laughed Miranda, scanning the room in awe. "Now, Miranda!" The General said with hasty seriousness. "To begin the experiment you must first drink that cup on the table." He said. Miranda looked around and saw a long, mahogany dining table that could have comfortably held a feast for 10! Besides an elaborate, silver centerpiece, the only other thing on the table was a yellow plastic cup filled to the brim with a dark liquid. Miranda approached it. "I just have to drink this to get the experiment under way?" Miranda asked timidly. "What is it?" "Again that violates national security. I can't tell you just yet. If you're so curious, why don't you just try it out?" Miranda looked at the plastic cup for a minute, holding it in her hand. Poison? Acid? Super-Soldier Serum? What the hell was it? Then she remembered the 150 grand and poured it hastily down her throat. "Excellent!" laughed Bagwell. "Okay! The experiment has begun! This will be day one of Miss Wilkins's first cycle. LX make a note of it. Miranda, I'll check on you daily to see how you... I mean, things progress. So long and thank you for serving your country!" But Miranda wasn't paying much attention. She felt like she was going to gag. Whatever she had just drank had the taste and consistency of maple syrup, straight down! "Ugh! That shit's disgusting! Do I have to drink it regularly?" Miranda asked. "Um... 3 times a day I'm afraid is the minimum." LX said. "Oh Jesus! Next time, see if you can put it on some pancakes or waffles or something!" said Miranda just trying to get the computer to lighten up a bit. "I'll see what I can do!" laughed the computer as he gave Miranda the guided tour. There was a room off to the side where a huge king-sized bed lay comfortably in the center and a long wooden closet that was filled with all sorts of clothes. But what seemed odd to Miranda was that they were in all different sizes. Some actually looked like she could where them as tents. When asking the computer about them, "We didn't know what size the 'applicants' would be so we got all different sizes." LX said timidly. Miranda looked at a suit on the very end that looked as though 6 of her could fit into. She'd never seen anyone that big before! The tour continued. LX told Miranda all about the facilities her quarters had and how he was programmed to basically pamper her. Miranda said that sounded great but asked him what the experiment was. "As the General told you, you cannot know just yet but you will find out soon!" said LX. "Okay well answer these then!" Miranda said with a little frustration. "How many others were there?" "Well a month ago, they brought in 10 applicants and this time over 35 showed up. All will be used." "How are they doing?" asked Miranda inquisitively. "Again I can't say. My, is this twenty questions? I do love a game!" laughed LX "Ah, sarcasm! Not bad for AI." "I'd rather be artificially intelligent than originally dumb." LX laughed wittily again. "What's that supposed to mean? I guess that's what they get for getting a limey to voice a computer." "Beg your pardon..." This verbal one-upmanship continued for a good twenty minutes or so until LX informed Miranda that it was time for supper. Miranda wondered how long she had to have been knocked out. The last time she looked at her watch it was 10:30 and she was just about to be interviewed when all this went down. Suddenly her stomach growled, reminding her that she hadn't eaten a thing all day. She hurried over to the dining table and sat impatiently starving. LX informed her that he had a specialty international cuisine for each night of the week. Miranda said it sounded very festive but she just wanted something to eat, anything! After a huge bowl of pasta and a loaf of Italian bread, Miranda finally felt full. She didn't think she'd eat that much but shrugged it off. She lounged back in the leather chair and yawned. "Mmmm. I feel a little... weird." She said nonchalantly. "OH?!" LX jumped. "Are you okay? Are you in pain?" "No, no nothing like that." Laughed Miranda. "I just feel a little..." "Gassy?" asked LX. "Yeah! How'd you know?" Miranda asked. "Lucky guess... I... guess..." LX said after a minute's hesitation. "What would you like to do now?" "I'm still pretty damn tired with whatever they injected me with this morning. I think I'll just go to sleep. "Right!" said LX, whose mechanical hands and brushes were cleaning off the table. Miranda gingerly strolled into the bedroom. She was still in her business clothes that she came in for the interview with. After changing into some boxers and an old tee shirt that said Army, she looked into the mirror of a mahogany vanity and let her hair down. Beautiful midnight locks that went to her shoulders. Then she took out her contacts, revealing her natural, rich hazel color. She stood up and looked herself over in the mirror. Fearing how much she ate, she was considered about the usual growth she'd get around her hips. But she was still just as slender as she came which put her mind at ease. "Goodnight, Miss Wilkins." Said LX, turning the lights off in the bedroom. "'Night, L'! And call me Miranda!" she laughed, gently getting under the covers. "As you insist, Miss... Miranda." With that, the machine powered down for the night and everything was off. Miranda woke up the next morning and stretched. She still felt rather gassy. Laying back down she thought she'd be fine by this morning but if felt even worse. She put her hand on her flat stomach, only to find that it wasn't so flat anymore. "LX!!!!!!" she screamed. With that, all the lights and machinery went on with a whirl. "Yes, Miss Wil... I mean Miranda! What ever is the matter?" "I-I-I grew over night!" she said, looking down at her stuff. It looked as though she had gone thru a trimester of pregnancy overnight! Her trim figure not had a large 3-month pregnant bulge in the center, making the waistline of her boxers strain. "What's happening to me? You've gotta tell me! Am I pregnant with some... thing? What?! Tell me!" "Calm down! Calm down, Miranda!" LX said serenely. "You're in a delicate condition!" "So I am pregnant?" "Did I ever say that?" LX asked frustrated. "I still cannot tell you what the experiment is doing to you but I can assure you that you're not pregnant!" Miranda sat in bed, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shout." LX said apologetically. "But remember. I'm here to take care of you. I'm doing things in your best interest." "BS! You're doing them in their best interest. What are they doing to me? What is this experiment? C'mon! Who the hell am I going to tell here?" Miranda was in hysterics. LX sighed. He almost told her but changed the subject instead. "Breakfast is in fifteen minutes." He said and the computer screen facing the bed turned off. "What's happening to me?" Miranda cried. 20 minutes later, Miranda walked slowly to the table with her new belly sticking prominently out in front of her. Her scrambled eggs where beginning to get cold. Her eyes still red with tears she didn't say a word to LX. Lowering herself gently into the leather chair, she looked up and saw a concerned looking on LX's simple pixelated face. "I'm...sor..." "That's okay! I understand." Said Miranda and she ate her breakfast. A mechanical arm placed down a glass of the syrupy enzyme they were making her drink. Miranda just looked at it. "Is this what's doing it to me? Can you answer that?" "Yes. It is." LX said plainly grim. "That I can answer." "What is it doing to me?" Miranda asked, her puffy red eyes looking stonely firm at the computer monitor. LX gulped rather scarcely. "You really want to know?" another voice asked gruffly. It was General Bagwell. Miranda looked around puzzled. Another computer monitor lowered from the ceiling showing the General behind all this. He looked like a stereotypical general with a huge cigar and dark sunglasses. "Sir." Acknowledged LX. "You Bastard!" screamed Miranda. "Bastard?" Laughed Bagwell. "Is that what you call the person who's about to give you an explanation?" "What is all this? What are you doing to me? Am I pregnant? It's some like genetic super race you're trying to create, right?" Miranda was getting hysterical again, leaning up over her belly towards the monitor. The General just laughed. "No. No. No super race. You're not pregnant!" He decided to be funny then. "If we were, why would we pick you of all people?" Miranda was too curious to be offended. "I...? What's happening to me? If I'm not pregnant... why am I so... big?" "I know this will sound crazy to you," Bagwell started. "But you're actually filling up with air." "Huh?" "You heard him, you're blowing up. Sort of like a balloon." Said LX. "I'm... inflating with air? What...?" Miranda was speechless for about 30 seconds. "How is it possible?" "Now I can't give away everything now can I!" Bagwell laughed as though it were a game. "So basically I've inflated? With air?" Miranda asked, trying to grasp the situation only to see Bagwell's smirking face nod. "Why? What for?" "All the answers will be known at the end of the week, Miranda!" LX said. It was a relief for him. One less thing to have to keep secret. "LX, take care of her. Miranda, I check in with you again later tonight. Bye for now. And keep up the good work. It's really... heheheh swell!" With that the monitor blackened and rose up to the ceiling. "The military... is inflating me?" she said still in a bit of disbelief. "Yes." LX gulped. "This is crazy! I've gotta wake up!" "This isn't a dream, Miranda." LX said sternly. "But why? Why are they doing this to me? Why does the military want to make people inta balloons?" "They're not really concerned about you inflating, but rather what you are inflating with." "Air?" Miranda asked puzzled. "Actually a gas to be more precise. I'm afraid if I say anymore they'd power me down." LX worried. "Permanently! "This is nuts!" Another hour of silence fell over the room as Miranda ate her breakfast slowly, trying to grasp everything. LX waited for her to finish and cleared the table. Miranda sat in the leather chair, depressed, rubbing her new belly. What were they doing to her? "Miranda?" LX said breaking the silence. "I drew you a bath if you are interested?" Miranda sighed. "Yes, L'. Sounds good. Just give me a second." she said, slowly standing up. She walked slowly to the jacuzzi. "L'?" she asked. "Do I have a chance of... popping? I know that sounds crazy but I'm just worried." "Maybe the more you progress, but I'll take perfect care of you! You shouldn't worry one bit!" LX assured her. "Great. How big am I going to get? Will I 'balloon' until I end up looking like I'm 9-months pregnant or so? Because I don't know if I'd be able to handle that." "Well, no. Technically." "How much?" Miranda ask, taking off her clothes. "I can't say really it depends..." He said discouragingly. "But no one has ever been that 'small' by week's end." "That sma...?" "The bath is ready." Miranda stepped into the jacuzzi and lowered herself in gently. What a week this would be, Miranda unwittingly fell asleep again, only to feel a metal arm nudging her. "Miranda?" LX asked. "It's time for lunch." "Mmmmm. Great." She said, half-awake. "I'm famished." The Jacuzzi's jets were off and it was draining the water. Miranda slowly raised from the tub feeling a little more gassy. "Did I...?" "Yes. You are in equivalency to an expectant mother in her fourth month." "Great." Miranda said sarcastically, stepping back out of the tub. She looked down at her grown belly. "You know. Don't tell the General... but I kinda like my belly like this." She giggled. "But I don't want it to grow anymore! Understand?" she laughed sternly pointing at it. "C'mon! I have fixed you up some nice burritos for lunch." LX laughed. "Perfect! Mexican... if I wasn't gassy enough!" she laughed, trying to bend over and reach her tee shirt and boxers. She could only get about halfway. A mechanical arm reached down and handed them to her. "Thanks." She smirked. Pulling up her boxers first, she could feel how much she had grown in the tub. She heard a snap and sighed. "Don't panic." LX laughed. "It's just the boxer's waistline. "I could tell." She said, wondering what else could go wrong. She pulled over her tee shirt, pulling it down as much as she could. Her tender belly button was still visible. "I'll get you some new pants after you take a seat." LX said. "Thanks." Said Miranda, slowly lumbering to the table. She was starting to show the developmental signs of a waddle. "Hey... um...? This gas? Is it lighter than air, like helium?" she asked, as she approached the table. LX laughed. "No I'm afraid not. You won't be floating around the quarters any time soon." He laughed. "The good news is that it isn't heavier than air either. Which means no matter how ever large you do get, you'll never feel heavier." "Ooh. Yippy!" she laughed, slowly lowering her gas-filled frame into the leather seat. The meal was already waiting for her. "Mmmm." She groaned. "You sure I'm not pregnant? I'm always starving!" "Uh... heheh Yeah!" "What?" "Well basically... for you to swell up like this, the same hormones have to be stimulated." LX laughed factually. "Mmm. So basically my body thinks I'm going to have a baby? But it's really just a horrible case of gas" Miranda asked with a mouth full of burrito. "Yes. Technically." "Oh." Miranda said. She swallowed her mouthful. "But I was just asking rhetorically though, Mr. Science!" "Heheh, sorry." With that Miranda ate her entire meal like a ravenous vulture. After 3 minutes, the table was full of plates that were now licked clean. Then another glass of the syrup lowered from the ceiling. "Here you go." Laughed LX. "Ugh! I hate this shit!" Miranda whined, but she was thirsty and downed it quickly. "Mmm. I feel so lazy." "Would you like to nap before dinner?" LX asked caringly. "No. No that's okay! Every time I fall asleep, I end up waking up larger." She laughed, just as a pair of larger boxers were handed to her by mechanical arms. "Thanks." She tried to bend over and tug off her old ones but she couldn't reach. "Um... L'? Don't mean to bother ya but some... assistance?" "No bother at all!" said LX. Mechanical arms in the floor grabbed hold of chair's back legs and leaned it back. This freaked out Miranda for a second but she knew LX'd never harm her. Meanwhile another pair of hands pulled off the boxers gently. "Is everything okay?" LX laughed. Miranda giggled. "Perfect!" she said almost child-like. The pair of hands then pulled on the new, slightly larger boxers. The chair lowered back to all fours and Miranda laughed thanks. Slowly she stood up, using her arms to support her. She let out a cute little burp, followed by another snap. "LX?" "5-Months." He laughed gingerly. "Would you like me to change you again?" "No, No! I'll be fine. It was just one of the elastics." She said, walking even slower than usual to the plush leather couch. "I'm just going to relax and put my feet up for a while." "Good. You need to relax a little." "What have I been doing all day, L'?" she laughed. She lowered herself onto the couch and sighed. She pat the top of her belly with her right hand. "Boy I'm getting big." She sighed as her tummy pressed her now-also-puffy breasts into her face as she slouched, She laid there, bored. LX offered to turn on a movie for her. Miranda, in a yawning stupor told him to go ahead but she didn't know if she'd be up for most of it. Right as the opening credits began to roll, Miranda conked out. "Poor thing." Sighed LX as he sent mechanical arms to throw a blanket over the bloated sleepyhead. Miranda woke right as the last of the ending credits reached the top of the screen. She stretched her arms and let out a fairly loud belch. "LX?" she chimed with a little perk. "You're the equivalent of a pregnant woman in her seventh month now." He said almost timidly. Miranda moaned and rubbed her grown belly. Her belly button had finally popped but it was still a little tender. "So I basically grew 2 months in 2 hours?" she asked puzzled. "I'm afraid so." LX said with a factual tone. "And from now on, you'll probably have more rapid growth." "So I'm just going to get bigger and bigger, faster and faster?" A pixelated face on the computer monitor nodded. Miranda sighed. "Oh well." She said almost playfully. "As long as you can take care of me I think I'll be fine." Miranda slowly shuffled her bulk into a sitting position on the plush leather couch. Her massive tummy dominated her like a pink beachball perched on her lap. Her army tee shirt was not just under her bust line, as it could now longer be pulled to mask her belly. Her belly was beginning to fascinate her. 'How could I, of all people, get suckered into this?' She thought, poking it with her index finger. Remarkably, Miranda thought it to feel a lot firmer, but it was hardly any different than a balloon. She placed both hands on it and played around, poking, prodding, and pushing it in. She was beginning to enjoy this. "Miranda?" asked LX, trying not to interrupt anything. "Dinner's in 45 minutes. It's Chinese night tonight." "Perfect!" she laughed gleefully, most of her attention on her tummy. She continued to play with her belly for another 35 minutes until LX said she should probably start making her way over to the table. Like a mother who had called in her child for a meal, LX had stopped Miranda's joyful belly poking time, and Miranda let him know it by giving an ornery whine. But she obeyed him. She tried to stand up but was having problems. It took her 4 strenuous chances to get onto her feet. Once she was in a standing position, she cradled her belly and caught her breath. "L'? Make sure I get more exercise will you?" she asked sarcastically. "Will do, Miranda!" He laughed. Miranda slowly shuffled to the table. She was in official waddle mode now and her style of walk was more sway than stroll. She let out a small, delightful giggle. She actually liked it. She was going slower than ever though. One of LX's mechanical arms had to help push her to her destination. She waddled happily. After a large, delicious Moo Goo Gai Pan, It was time for Miranda to drink again. She was getting used to the taste of the stuff, but it still made her gag. Then a large monitor came from the ceiling and powered on. Miranda glubbed on the drink in attention. It was the General. The sight of Miranda made him crack up laughing. "You're looking mighty.... Swell! HAHA! Get it?" he laughed. "Ha-ha." Miranda said sarcastically, slamming the empty plastic cup on the table. "How is she progressing, LX?" Bagwell asked the computer. "Amazingly well sir! She should be one of the best yet the way she is progressing!" He said with his factual tone of voice. "Great!" laughed Bagwell. "What am I swelling up with?" asked Miranda. This made the General collect a deadpan face. "It's... just air, my dear." Smiled Bagwell "Now I know that's untrue." She said pointing a finger at him. "How can you tell if you're not?" Bagwell asked less happily. "Well why would regular old air like this make you go into a tizzy?" She asked, mocking his Texan accent. "I... well... you see.... LX! Just make sure she's safe. Make sure she doesn't do any heavy lifting, no exercise, and make sure she doesn't get a puncture or anything either!" He said spitefully. The screen turned off. "Yes Sir." Said a solemn LX as the monitor rose back to the ceiling. "You shouldn't get him upset like that, Miranda." He warned. "Oh? Well I think if he can do this to me that I can give him a little stress back!" "If you insist." He said, giving her a hand to help pull herself up on. With a few seconds, Miranda was standing again. She was tired and waddled to the bedroom for the night, hoping she didn't look like she was carrying triplets when she woke up the next morning. After slowly lying down on the bed, mechanical arms pulled the comforter over her and she went out like a light. Miranda awoke to LX's cheery humming from out in the kitchen. She felt her belly to feel the recent growth. "Omigod!" she said, jolting up as far as her belly would permit. A TV monitor came into her room and said good morning calmly. "L'? How big am I now?" "You're about nine months in size, Miranda. May I say you've also developed a wonderful glow!" LX said, sounding as if he was trying to flatter the poor girl into calmness. "Nine months?" she cried. "I'm huge! And I'm just going to keep on growing bigger! And Bigger!" she began to bawl again. LX tried to calm the poor woman down. After about 5 minutes, LX convinced her to start out to the table for breakfast. With her more defined waddle, she made it to the table a good 5 minutes after that. She sat down and ate a bowl of corn flakes quietly. When the bowl was empty, she pushed it to the center of the table. "More corn flakes." With that, a mechanical hand poured some out of the box and filled it with milk, carefully pressing it back to the swollen girl. After 3 minutes, "More!" The bowl was pushed, filled, pushed back and emptied. This happened about 8 times. "More!" requested the unhappy woman. "My, you are hungry this morning!" said LX in a quiet, concerned sounding tone. "Well, when you're as big as me..." Miranda belched. "You're always hungry. Are you going to make me drink that shit again?" "I'm afraid I have to!" he said with a guilty tone, a mechanical arm placing a full glass next to her as her bowl of corn flakes was pushed back. She scarfed down the cereal and turned to the syrupy concoction. She shut her eyes and poured it down her throat, trying not to taste it. But that gag was inevitable. She tried to raise herself from her seat but it was becoming such a hard task that she decided she'd just sit there for a while and relax. Then Bagwell's gruff voice could be heard welcoming her to Day Three of the experiment. Miranda sighed uncooperatively. "How's she progressing, LX?" Bagwell laughed. "She still looks rather swell!" "Well physically, she's still in perfect health and maybe producing a bit more gas than the other girls are. But she's in a bit of a depression." LX admitted. "LX-29314..." started an angry Bagwell. "Actually I'm LX-29313." "Same difference! Your objective is to make sure that the producer is at all times in a stable attitude! If you can't fulfill your functions, it's the shut down for you!" Bagwell huffed. "But sir..." started LX. "Good day!" with that Bagwell's screen turned off. There was a moment of quiet sadness. "Sorry, if I got you in trouble, L." said a very monotoned Miranda pushing her empty cereal bowl away. "It's not your fault! Just cheer up!" said the computer happily, almost as if it were trying to change the subject. "Remember! I'm here to take perfect care of you. There's nothing you have to worry about!" Miranda slowly smirked. "Okay." She smiled, bracing her arms to slowly raise her out of the seat. "So what else do you have to do?" "There's always music! How about some nice Jazz to sooth you?" "Well I'm usually the alternative/grunge type, but that'd sound good right about now." Laughed Miranda, finally standing. She waited a second to gain her bearings. She let out a sigh and began to make her way over towards a black leather reclining chair, much like a dentist chair but fair simpler and extra wide. Her waddling hobble was getting slower and slower as she grew. She reached the chair huffing and puffing. She lowered herself into it ever so slowly. A mechanical arm handed her a pair of headphones and she slipped them on over her ears. The sounds were soothing, so soothing she decided to make the chair recline. It was just what she needed. All of her concentration was focused on the music, making her rather sleepy, she fell into a half-awake listening trance. The next thing Miranda noticed was a familiar twinge in her already full tummy. She let out a bit of a moan that attracted LX's attention. "Are you alright, Miranda?" came LX's voice over the jazz, calling Miranda out of her trance a bit. "Huh? Yeah... I'm just... growing again." She sighed unhappily. She placed her hands on her full term belly and awaited the expected results. "Okay, just relax. If you need anything, just call." Laughed LX. "Right." Said Miranda, agreeing with him. She rubbed her tender tummy. With a small surge, her hands got pushed out more, getting further and further apart. "How much am I going to grow this time?" She pondered. Her belly grew larger and larger. At first it looked maybe as if she was just overdue, then swelling as much to hold twins. Something was strange about this growth. Miranda could feel other parts of her body starting to inflate as well. Her whole torso seemed to feel a bit puffy as well as her upper arms and thighs. Her breasts swelled as well, to the ripe, spherical size of soccer balls mounted on her belly. "I'm..." "Yes, Miranda?" Whirled LX. "I'm huge!" she whined with a grunt as the growing stopped. Her belly wasn't the only huge thing now, her entire torso looked puffy. She was inflating with air. She felt as if she was stuck in the chair, the arms digging into the sides of her inflated belly. "This is b-becoming too much!" she huffed trying to sit up. It took several more attempts than usual. Finally getting to her feet, she looked down at herself. A huge sphere circumnavigated its way around her. Her limbs were slightly coned shaped, making her look as if she was retaining a couple gallons of water. Her breast perky with the strange air, the two taut balls were pushed up into her face. "You're coming along nicely. All your stats confirm that you're perfectly healthy!" said LX, laser-probing her with one of his arms. "That's what you think!" whined the poor girl. "Listen. I'm really tired! I think I'm going to just sleep all day. Why don't you hold up off on lunch and wake me for dinner?" "If that's what you'd like!" said LX as the massive Miranda hobbled towards the bathroom. "Sleep well." "I will! Thanks!" smiled Miranda, reaching the door. It was beginning to become a bit of a squeeze. Her sides brushed against the sides of the extra wide doorway, tickling her a bit. She was able to squeak pass, making a balloon like noise and wobbled over to her bed. "Good night!" she yawned, falling into a deep sleep. Miranda's nap was long and uninterrupted. This made her oblivious to the happenings around her. "LX." Said a raspy voice over a PA. "General Bagwell?" LX asked. "It seems as though this spunky one's got a lot of potential! She's grown the quickest out of any so far!" laughed the General happily. "But I'm afraid there's some bad news." This was said with a complete tone shift. "Oh?" "We've also been monitoring your treatment of this subject. You're showing human weaknesses." Said, as if he was reading something that the scientists had issued him. "Human wea...?" "We are replacing you with model XL immediately because we feel you are stunting this subject's full potential!" "But... But!" stuttered the computer. "...I-I'm sorry... Miranda!" There was a power down followed by an upload. The quirky computer program was now ejected from his disk drive in the main super computer. The programmer there took his disk and whirled it at a pile called duds. "Right!" said the new unit, XL. It's voice was more of a Winston Churchill than LX's Hugh Grant-ish type. "Let us get down to work! Shall we?" laughed the computer to Bagwell. "You know what you are to do, XL!" laughed the Texan general as a TV screen with his likeness bleeped off. A swarm of robotic arms lowered over the bed around Miranda. All had the 'syrup' in one form or another. Miranda awoke with a jump. She felt funny! Even funnier than before! Her whole body began to twinge as she tasted the Syrupy aftertaste of the chemical, and felt the sore needle marks up and down her arms. "LX? Did you do anything to me?" Her hands lay at the top of her belly. She heard a laugh much deeper and more sadistic than LX's. "L?" "Hello, Miss Wilkins!" laughed the computer. "I'll be your robotic helper from this point on! My name is XL!" "What the hell happened to LX?" shouted Miranda angrily. Her rage made something gurgle deep within her. She held her tummy sensitively and slowly sat up against the headboard of the bed. "Why he proved obsolete. I am his replacement. You may be feeling some discomfor..." "Bring LX back!" shouted Miranda. Her only reply was a snicker from the new computer. This made Miranda enraged. LX was the only one who seemed like a friend to her throughout this entire process. Now he was gone. Her rage built up more and more, along with the strange feeling deep inside her tummy. "Wh-what's going on? What did you do?" "Well, the 'higher-ups' all think you've got a lot of potential. They ordered me to give you a mega-dose of the gas serum. I administered the injections and drinks. You should be feeling the effects in any minute now." Miranda was speechless. A blank, gawking stare frozen to her beautiful face. There was a sudden blast of growth and she continued to grow again. This time, everything seemed to grow! Her belly was seemingly assimilating the rest of her body into one large spherical mass. "No! Stop this! Stop this now!" she screamed. Her thighs and hips ballooned to look like two cones, as did her upper arms as she held them at her sides. She had to do something! She tried to get to her feet but all she could do was roll to the floor. When she landed, her whole body bobbed as a dropped balloon would. She rolled facing up and panted as she inflated. She was truly blowing up like a balloon. With a loud gasp, her joints from the ankles and elbows down had now become a monstrously swollen mockery of their normal selves. She was gigantic! "HELP! HELP! I... I... I'm going to blow!" she screamed as the pressure within her built up. She writhed on the ground helplessly, kicking and screaming as she helplessly grew into a sphere. Thirty seconds later, her limbs were no more. She was just a growing orb with little hands, feet, and a head with puffed up cheeks straining to talk. She finally stopped. The orb Miranda had become laid there silently as XL laughed in a sadistic tone. Unable to even roll on her own, Miranda sat there as XL pumped her full of the syrupy fluid. In an hours time, Miranda grew twice as large. What was her tummy, was now brushing against the ceiling as the poor girl silently felt like she was going to pop. "Sir... This one is Ripe for the picking!" laughed XL. "Excellent!" laughed General Bagwell. "She looks exquisite! I'll send some help right away!" Laughed Bagwell. Suddenly the wall to the side of Miranda opened hydraulically. Two soldiers in regular camouflage uniforms walked around her and poked her inflated side just to see how firm she was. It made Miranda jiggle a little and they realized it was okay. Leaning into the giant orbed girl the two started rolling her out of her room. One looked down at her face to see her puffed up cheeks. "Damn! Must have been a hottie before we blew her up!" he laughed. "Just watch what you're doing! We're all screwed if she pops a leak!" said the other. The rolling made Miranda dizzy but when she finally came to a rest, she was lying on her belly and looked up to see a face that she recognized. "Well hello Miss Wilkins! You're looking quite swell today!" laughed the general. "You show a lot of potential so I'd be happy to hold onto you indefinitely! But I promised you that you could leave if you wanted. So if you're not up to this again, you can just walk away." Miranda looked at him with squinted eyes. "S-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-sick...... f-f-f-f-fu-u-u-uckkkkkkk!" she groaned. "Well then... looks like you're staying... You want the details now? You see MDK Tech has come up with a new form of gas for chemical warfare. It can knock an army of strapping boys like these out for weeks!" laughed Bagwell, patting the shoulders of the two soldiers. "The only problem is that the only way to harvest this chemical is by creating it in a female. There, conditions are perfect and the gas can replicate itself 10 fold in a matter of seconds. That's what this is all about. We have biologically engineered the strongest tear gas ever and it's all thanks to your help, Miss Wilkins!" said Bagwell with a sadistic laugh. "You and these girls!" Bagwell directed her attention towards a giant pillar with tubes and hoses sticking out of it, around the base were the other applicants. All were in various stages of deflation, none were anywhere close to Miranda's size. "Boys! Attach her over there to the extractor! Be careful! We don't want any leakage!" "Yes sir!" they said, continuing to roll Miranda towards the pillar. She as placed at an empty spot between a girl with a full term belly of gas and another orb girl, though only half her size. "Well..." sighed Miranda to herself. "At least it pays the bills."

32111

blaire, blueberry, webcam

Female Inflation

Blueberry

None

4

9

A click can be heard on the computer screen as it briefly flickers and a familiar face fades into view. Blaire smiled and waved to the webcam, blowing a quick kiss to her audience."Hey guys! It has been so long since I have done anything and I just want to say that I am in fact alive! Things have been pretty crazy since I acquired my... capabilities. I have been having a lot of fun, though I've come to find some people don't appreciate random acts of inflation, but they don't have much of a choice! In case you were wondering the show that I auditioned for... damn, three years ago already, is actually happening! I don't want to give too much away but let me just say it is going to be incredible! We have been advertising through word of mouth throughout the community because if the general public finds out, they may want to shut the whole thing down. Like I said, a lot of people don't have a fondness for inflation like we clearly do. We've got a huge space and it is finally coming together too! So keep an eye out for that."Blaire reaches in and grabs the webcam, exposing the audience to the room that she is in. Big, spacious, and empty."Now, I have a lot of people that know the means of contacting me and you guys have been sending in some great requests for me to actually film for the inflation world to see! Ask and you shall receive!"She laughs and puts the webcam back where she found it and takes a few steps back, finally revealing her outfit to the audience. Her body is completely natural, no improvements in some clothes that the crowd is sure to love."If you all can't tell from my outfit, I am going to be doing a special video today for all those who share an appreciation for a certain movie that happens to be a favorite of mine! I hope you all like the blue dress, a little tighter than most things but hey, Violet is all grown up now! I figured the red belt across the waist is a nice touch too. It's bound to be uncomfortable so thank you all for that!"She spins around, lifting the back of the dress up and doing a sexy little dance, showing that all she is wearing underneath is a matching blue thong."I hope blue is my color because you all are going to be seeing a lot of it today."She reaches down into her cleavage and reveals a blue stick of gum, slowly starting to strut towards the camera until it is just her face, sliding the gum into her mouth and slowly starting to chew."Mmm... I think you all know what is going to happen next. At least I get to enjoy a nice, hypothetical meal before I become a big blueberry girl for all of you. Let me just say the roast beef is to die for. It doesn't seem to be lasting too long though, the tomato soup is slowly coming on. It feels like it is just running down my throat, nice and warm and... uh oh... I think something is happening."She uses the camera as a mirror and notices her nose taking on a tinge of blue before it spreads out to her cheeks."I... I'm turning blue!"Blaire giggles as the color spreads through her face. She reaches up and touches her nose, the color spreading into the tips of her fingers, and down neck. She takes a few steps back so the camera can see her entire body again as her cleavage changes color and her thighs are soon to follow."I feel so funny! My whole body is tingling and I feel... heavier!"Once her entire body was a dark shade of blue, her hands shot down to her ass."Ohhh I feel so tight all of the sudden!"She says before her ass immediately begins to swell outward, causing her to stumble back. The growth was slow enough for the audience to surely enjoy but quick enough to offset Blaire's balance. Her dress rode up as her ass doubled and soon tripled in size, exposing her blue ass which appeared to be devouring her now tiny thong. Her thighs swelled up soon after, giving her a distinct pear shape. The entirety of her legs quickly got rid of her muscle tone and resembled trunks."My ass is huge! I hope this moves up quick, my tits look so tiny! Oh... Oh God my belly! My belt is getting so tight on me!"The juice began to spread up her body, her stomach quickly shifting from flat, to pot belly, to expecting. The belt dug into her sides as juice began to slow both under and over the belt. Her belly seemed to attempt to spill over the belt, but it held tight."Oh God! It is so tight! I don't know how much more I can take! I feel like my stomach is... just... gonna... po-"*POP* The belt shot out from over top of her expanding belly and flew across the room, the buckle almost hitting the camera. The moment it popped, her belly shot out, swelling foward so much that the weight of her constantly swelling bottom half kept her standing. Her stumble forward not only surged out her belly even further, but it allowed her breasts to finally start expanding."Oh thank you! That was getting to be so painful! I don't understand how much dress is holding up, I'm a blimp!"She wrapped her arms as her breasts expanded, pushing them further away from her body. Her dress strained and tore just at the belly button, exposing her billowing midriff and spreading as the growth continued. The dress tore directly down the center of the cleavage, the fabric covering up her nipples."Looks like it's a good thing I didn't wear a bra. I hope you all don't."She said with a wink as she reached up and pressed the fabric against her breasts, covering up her nipples as the rest of her dress lost the battle and fell in tatters to the floor. Her body began to round out as her back joined in with the rest of her growth, her ass consuming the rest of her legs as her thighs seemed to melt into the rest of her."I'm getting so big and helpless! Somebody do something please!"She shouted with a fake sense of alarm as her cheeks swelled outward. Her arms began to sink in to the rest of her body and before no time, she was a giant, blue sphere with enormous breasts, her hands and feet wiggling to no avail to move her out of her situation. Her body rolled slightly forward to compensate for her juice-filled breasts which sweet blueberry juice began to trickle out of. Her growth appeared to stop soon after she rolled forward, her little head poking out from her body, nearly 10 feet round."Thank God the growth finally stopped! My skin feels so tight and the juice is just sloshing around inside of me! I can't even move! I need to be juiced!"She smiled and put the gum in between her front teeth to show the camera."It's a shame this gum still has plenty of flavor, too! Care to join me?"

4594

floating, helium, Prose that Blows 2 - Summer Fun (2010)

Female Inflation

Full Body Inflation

None

3.3

6

Everyone had seen the cranes from the highway for months, lifting steel into the air all over the Thrill Zone amusement park. Blaze, the penultimate breakneck roller coaster, was making its debut today. Its features were unparalleled: top speed nearing 80mph, two massive drops, eleven corkscrews, six loops, and over six minutes long, circling the entire park. For the grand finale, the train would vault itself over a missing section of track approximately 250 feet long. Clearly the ride's designer was less than sane and probably in jail somewhere, but that's what makes a good coaster. The train also featured tall passenger cars with wheels below and above, for reasons as yet unknown to the riders. Taryn and Angela had camped out for days to be first in line to get into the park. Then they managed to survive and outrun the stampede toward the Blaze queues, acquiring the prime spot: the front car. Once strapped in, the attendants took a moment to mention the oxygen masks for each rider, provided in case someone hyperventilated during the ride. "This is gonna be so sick," Angela said. "Yeah," Taryn agreed. "Too bad the line will probably be too long to ride again." Finally, the teenage professionals operating the ride were in position and all conversation stopped. Even the din coming from the surrounding crowd died down, anxious to see what the legendary ride had in store for them. The operators checking the shoulder harnesses and lap belts backed off and gave the thumbs up. Then, in what seemed like slow motion, the controller's thumb went into the air. And all hell broke loose. Soon the train was already clocking 70mph. Then a hairpin turn before the first tall drop. As the train racheted its way to the top, the girls had a front-row seat for what lay ahead. Their car passed the zenith of the track, the oxygen masks swinging down and attaching to their faces. An additional belt rose from between their feet and clipped into the harness. "The hell?" Taryn said. "I don't need this mask." "Just leave it!" Angela shouted as the train began its plunge. And both girls rose their arms as the thrill of the drop consumed (and terrified) the entire train. By the bottom of the long drop, Taryn noticed her scream had raised in pitch. Amid the chaos of turns and loops, she exchanged glaces with Angela, who had noticed the same of her voice. Then they noticed each other's stomachs swelling out below the harness. "What's happening to us?!" Angela cried amid the noise. Taryn had already figured it out. "This isn't oxygen! It's helium!" Their tummies kept growing rapidly while their breasts started, quickly becoming squashed under the harness. Then their legs and arms began swelling up, pulling all of their clothing tight. Their was another surge of growth in their torsos as their breasts and bellies began to press together in the middle, quickly filling up the car. The harnesses loosened to accommodate them, as if they were designed to. The ride about halfway over, the train dipped before heading into its second climb. Angela and Taryn were wedged in tight and couldn't move, their bellies jutting out past the front of the car and their breasts not far behind. As the screams calmed momentarily while the ride climbed higher, they began calling for help. "Stop the ride!" Taryn called out through her mask. They only heard laughter from the riders behind. They didn't know that the rest of the ride's "oxygen" masks had not deployed. Furthermore, the tall cars ensured that no one could see what was happening up front. "Wimpy girls!" a teenager shouted. "No, really!" Angela shouted. "We really need some hellllllp WHOAAAAA—–" The train began its second big plunge. Angela began feeling herself growing faster, and her shorts and shirt ripped away within seconds of each other. Taryn's clothing followed suit shortly. There was so much pressure in the car that neither could feel their arms and legs anymore. Like bread rising in an oven, they began spilling out the sides of the car. Their breasts were still being pinched by the shoulder harnesses, while the waist belts circled their widest points. The train was speeding up. The restraints stopped expanding with the girls, squeezing them even tighter. Taryn grunted as she grew and grew even larger, constantly being pushed against Angela by the ride's jostling. They were large enough now that riders behind them could see that something was up. Their size was making the train less aerodynamic, but it was speeding up to compensate, nearing its 80mph top speed. That's when Angela, barely able to see past her own bloated flesh, saw the missing section of track – the end of the ride – rapidly approaching. At that instant, Angela and Taryn's restraints released them while an ejection seat type of mechanism shoved them out of the car. As they floated up quickly, their bodies perfectly round and mostly naked, the masks went with them as the hoses extended from the car. Suddenly, the slack ran out, and the force from their lift actually pulled the entire train off the tracks. The other riders screamed for two very good reasons, now able to see that their fellow riders' earlier cries for help were genuine. The train swung perfectly upside down and the other set of wheels on the back car landed on the track 250 feet away. By now the train's weight was pulling the girls down, and their car made contact with the track – a perfect landing by any measure. As the thrilling ride slowed to its end, Taryn and Angela followed behind, tethered by the hoses and bouncing against each other in midair. As the train pulled in, the screams and cries from the riders were not as loud as those waiting in line, the queue quickly emptying as the park's patrons scattered.

4331

first person

Female Inflation

Belly Inflation

None

3.2

5

"Ok, Ok, just keep 'em closed, you're gonna love this." I say. "Whaaat? What is it?" You ask playfully, obediently keeping your eyes closed. "Just feel." I tell you. I grab your hand and press it to my stomach. "Mmm." you say, giving it a little rub. "Just wait." I tell you. All of a sudden you hear a squeak and then a hiss, and my stomach starts to press against your hand. "No way." you say reverently, your jaw dropping. "Mmphhmm." I mumble, something in my mouth. Your eyes pop open and you take in the sight before you. We're in my bedroom, I've got an air compressor sitting next to me on the floor, and I'm holding the hose in my mouth with my left hand. My right is holding your hand to my swelling belly. "Oh my God." you say, still shocked. I just smile around the hose and nod. My stomach's getting pretty round now, and I arch my back a little to stick it out. You put both hands on it, feeling it press in like a balloon, feeling the pressure as it bloats out even further. "Mmmph." I moan in ecstasy. The feeling is orgasmic. "You're blowing up like a balloon." You say, still in shock. I nod. "But, how?" I shake my head and take the hose out, turning the nozzle on the compressor off with my other hand. "I don't know." I say. "I was in detention in the science room the other day, bored out of my skull; and they had an air compressor in there." I give you a seductive look and put my arm around the small of your back, pressing your (relatively) flat stomach to my bloated one. "I was all alone in there, so I decided to play around. I stuck the hose in my mouth and turned it on a little. At first it just went into my lungs, and it made me cough. But-" I say, rubbing against you a little; "I got distracted by something else, and left the hose in my mouth; and when I wasn't thinking about it, I noticed my stomach was starting to swell!" "Oh my God." you say, rubbing my ballooned middle a little bit. "I have no idea how," I continue "but whenever I thought about it, it would just go down my lungs. You have to be zen about it, just think about not thinking about it and let the air go wherever it goes." I say. You kiss me and look into my eyes. "Do it again." You tell me. I laugh and push you onto the bed. "Alright, alright." I say, putting the hose in my mouth again and striking a little pose. I turn the nozzle and try to do a little dance as I swell, but I'm not very good at it and we both end up laughing more than anything. Meanwhile my body continues to swell. My stomach begins to resemble a pregnant woman's, and my chest begins to fill. My hips widen and my ass puffs up. My thighs widen and my crotch presses against my jeans. I take the hose out of my mouth and stop the compressor. Then I put a hand on my stomach. "Ooh," I moan, "I'm so bloated. I look so fat." I say, looking down at myself. "You've never looked sexier." You say, getting up and putting your arms around me. "mm." I moan as you kiss me, hard. You press yourself against me and rub your hands all over my body. You're amazed at how soft I am, how my body feels so firm at first, but has so much give when you push in. I giggle as the air distention from your rubbing tickles me. "How big can you get?" You ask me. "I don't know." I say. "I only had a little time to play with it, and I haven't really tested my limits." You run a hand down my inflated front. "You think you can get a little bigger?" You ask. I give you an unsure look. "OK, but not too much bigger, I just figured this out and I don't want to pop on the first try." "Alright." you say and smile at me.

4487

Female Inflation

Full Body Inflation

None

3.3

4

Cyndi stared in total dismay at the image in the mirror. She watched in awe as her entire body began to balloon forth. Mostly her belly and breasts grew, but her legs and arms were also growing along with the rest of her. She had always wanted to be just a little bigger and maybe have some curves. This was another matter. The pills had said to take 3 a day before workouts for maximum results. Cyndi, for some reason she could not fathom, was spontaneously inclined to swallow the entire bottle at once. She hadn't felt the least bit odd when she was changing into her workout gear though. How odd. She patted her massive belly as it slowly grew larger and larger and larger. The strangest thing about it all was that she didn't mind this in the least. She was getting unbelievably huge and she didn't mind in the least. In fact, she hoped that she didn't stop. She ran her hands over her massive body, feeling it actually growing larger by the second. Her legs had become gigantic. Huge, thick, and fat, yet firm, just like she had always wanted them. She imagined herself growing so huge, so massive that she would fill the city. Perhaps she would.

299

deflation, first person, floating, helium

Female Inflation

Breast Inflation, Hourglass Inflation

None

3.8

13

"Our little project has come to fruition," I said. "I think it's time." "I'll be right over," she said excitedly, and hung up the phone. Kim wasn't fat. Curvy, yes, a little overweight, okay--but as a dancer, well, every line that isn't straight is considered a detriment. She'd approached me to create a solution that would help her lose weight fast in time for the dance concert. What she didn't know is that I'd failed spectacularly. Nothing worked, and a handful of lab rats with gastrointestinal distress was hardly a sign of success. But the research was hardly a failure by other criteria. I'd finally cracked a personal puzzle--how to control the temperature of liquid helium. Yes, it exists--but it's damned cold, dangerously cold. The trick would be to raise the temp as far as possible without turning it into a gas. And over the course of my botched experiments, I'd found a combination of chemicals that would stabilize the temperature right on the edge of where it needed to be--ten degrees cooler and it'd hurt, ten degrees warmer and it'd evaporate. Tests had all proven my research...but not like this. Yeah, okay, so I like voluptuous women. Find me a man who doesn't. I'll even admit that I like them a bit more curvy than most--pneumatic's a good word for it. So right away, you've got to believe that I could not pass up this opportunity for a friendly proof of technology. I put the clear solution into two beakers and set them on the lab table counter. The rest of the sci building was deserted--big football game followed by bigger drinking binge--so I knew we'd be safe and alone for the next 12 hours or so. Besides, nobody would think twice about me working on assignments--I pratically lived in here, and had snoozed on the examining table more than once. With everything in place and finally ready, I paced to calm my nerves until Kim tapped on the door's frosted glass. "Hey," she smiled, entering. She wore an oversized Oxford shirt and jeans along with her usual Doc Martens. Her wavy red hair glowed almost as much as her luminescent green eyes. "I'm supposed to be in rehearsal now, but...well, this is more important." "You sure? I mean, this can wait..." I lied. "Oh no, the sooner I can get this stuff in me, the better," she said quickly. I doubted she would back out now, and that worked in my favor. "Is this it?" she said, pointing towards the beakers. "Yep...looks like water, but definitely isn't," I said, grabbing a beaker. "This," I said with a touch of melodrama, "this is the stuff that dreams are made of." Maybe not yours, I thought, but mine, anyway. "And you're sure it'll work?" she asked, peering through the beaker to read the periodic chart on the opposite wall. "No, of course not. But pretty sure, yeah. It passed all the tests." I handed her a clipboard with the forged test results of the failed project; she was in a lower level of chem this semester, so I made sure that just enough of it would make sense and she wouldn't question it. "Okay, it, uh, looks good," she said, handing back the clipboard with a resolved sigh. "I think I'm ready." I could barely contain my excitement. She had no idea what was in store. And actually, neither did I. I mean, I knew most of what would probably happen and my real tests had gone swimmingly, but there was still the thrill of facing the unknown. I handed her the beaker. "Good luck," I said. "Drink it all to be sure." She downed the concoction in a few gulps, never expecting a thing. "That's one small sip for woman..." I joked, and she smiled. A second later a shiver ran down her body. "Brrr...cold," she said, squinching her face a bit. "And a little metallic. What was in that?" "Um...helium," I replied softly. She stared at me a moment. "I'm sorry?" "You just drank some liquid helium," I offered again, sheepishly. "I couldn't get the weight loss thing to work--sorry," I added offhandedly, "so I thought you might be willing to help with, uh, this other project I've been working on." Silence struck the room. "It's very cold in its liquid form," I continued uncomfortably. "But it, uh, it should warm up soon..." "Warm up? And then what?" She rubbed her arms to get rid of the goosepimples. She was passing through suspicious, well on her way to angry. "Well, heat makes liquids evaporate and...well, you know, water turns to steam..." "Yes, but I didn't drink water--you said I drank...ooh!" She cut herself off mid-sentence and put a hand on her stomach. She looked directly at nothing but looked concerned nonetheless. "Helium's warmed state is its natural state...which is as a gas." "Something's happening...inside. I feel...funny." I could have sworn I heard her voice raise slightly in pitch. "If it's started converting, you might feel a little pressure," I trailed off. "But, uh, chances are...you'll feel a lot." "Wh...why?" she asked, looking at me with a hint of panic behind her eyes. Something was definitely going on inside her. "The helium gas takes up more room than the liquid. A lot more, really." "How much?" she demanded. "About...um, ten times as much space. So you're...you're going to, uh, blow up a bit." "Blow up? A bit?" she said--squeaked?--as she put her other hand on her now slightly swollen tummy. "But I already feel...full!" I watched her stroke the sides of her stomach as it began to swell. "What are you doing to me?" she asked, pressing in on her sides. "I do feel like I'm blowing up!" She certainly looked like she was. Her buttoned blouse began to stretch and gap, revealing a black leotard beneath. Her tummy rounded slightly, and her breasts followed, inflating with a light hiss. She continued to run her hands up and down her body, clearly feeling the slowly mounting pressure beneath her fingers. Beyond that, she didn't move, rooted to the spot with a mixture of confusion, fear, and...amusement? I noticed a slight smile or giggle pass her lips from time to time. When she saw my puzzled look, she explained it away with a single, half-whispered word: "Tickles." Her body continued to round out now, the buttons pulling more and more, her curves only being accentuated by the straining clothes. "I can't...believe...you did this...you're doing...this to me," she growled between increasingly labored breaths. "Make it...stop!" "Too late for that now," I replied distractedly. It was the truth. How are you supposed to stop a liquid from turning into a gas, anyway? There was nothing left to do now but watch. And there was plenty to watch. Her belly had slowed for the time being; the helium was being drawn into her chest and hips, giving her silhouette an even racier, voluptuous form. One glance in the mirror let her see what she felt, and the cartoonishness of the moment wasn't lost. "Jessica...Rabbit," she gasped, "eat your heart out." Her already ample D's had swollen to a full DD, and her blouse was having a hard time keeping things under cover. With a loud PING! a button burst from its thread, zinging across the room and revealing even more of the stretchy black leotard below. Kim, breathing heavily, bit her lip and carefully put her hands on the sides of her breasts--as if she was afraid she might pop with too rough a touch--then slid down to the front where her nipples were now standing erect. She was clearly sensitive, as she immediately bit her lip and gasped slightly from the touch. But the reality of the situation hit her shortly thereafter, and she looked at me with wild eyes. "You...have to...stop this." "I...I can't..." I stammered. "The reaction can't be stopped. It's going to keep turning into gas and expanding until it's all done. Or..." I suddenly realized the danger of my prank. I figured she'd blow up rounded, an exaggerated hourglass, but stay managable. But I started to think, if I were wrong...if she couldn't cycle out the helium fast enough naturally...if her body just couldn't stand the pressure... "Or what?" she demanded between gasping breaths, now afraid to touch herself at all. "OR WHAT!?" "Well, if there's more gas than you can hold...something might give." "I'm going to pop?" she screamed, her voice inching higher in pitch. "You just...blew me up...like a balloon...and didn't think any...further than that?" "...I don't know...Maybe I put too ...I mean, in theory, there's no...well, you shouldn't..." I was babbling now. I was in over my head and she was suffering for it. We were going to have to ride this out. PING! Another button exploded off her shirt, shattering an empty beaker some 20 feet away. Her breasts forced themselves out further, restrained by the leotard, bulging out of the blouse's gap with an angry hiss. I thought she started to hyperventilate, but she was just trying to exhale as fast as she could, figuring she could rid herself of the helium that way--a human balloon, desperately trying to deflate itself before it burst. Her tummy picked up the pace again, adding another curve to match her luciously rounded hips. "Oh god!" she cried. "It's so much pressure! It's too much pressure! I think...I'm going to...pop!" She pressed her hands lightly on her midsection again, and her skin gave much less resistance, which scared her. She quickly unbuttoned her strained jeans and somehow managed to roll them down and kick them off her legs, revealing a full black unitard below. The hissing was getting louder, and her expression was more alarming than ever. Her bottom showed mild signs of swelling now too, now that the jeans were gone, but it was her chest that drew the most air. PING! Another button lost its valiant fight, while the unitard stretched and strained. She looked in horror at her basketball-sized bosom as it continued its inflation. "Don't just...stand...there..." she yelled. "Do some...thing! Oh!" The pressure was building, and her torso was rounding out. She could no longer put her arms down at her sides; they, too, had started to puff up, restricting her reach and movement. Nor could she touch one hand with the other in front; her chest was far too inflated for that. "I'm thinking!" I yelled back, now as angry as I was scared. What could I do? I hadn't thought to come up with something to reverse it. I couldn't just prick her with a pin--she might burst. "I can feel...feel it expanding...pressing from...inside..." She started to look lightheaded. Her tummy was arcing out, her breasts had swollen to an impossible size, and she was having trouble keeping her balance. "You've...got...stop...blowing," she whimpered, no longer angry, but clearly frightened. "Dan...don't...let...me pop..." Beneath the muffling of the unitard, I swore I could hear her skin stretch, like the rubber on a balloon. The hisses sounded more hollow now, and they weren't slowing down. At that moment, she started to rise off the ground, ever so slightly. I rushed forward and grabbed her sides--I couldn't reach all the way around her--and held her down. I could feel the pressure inside; she felt taut. Her skin couldn't stretch any further--her curves were maxed out--but the pressure was still building, slowly. "Please..." she whispered into my ear. "Save...me." I had no idea what to do. "I'm so sorry..." I mumbled, and, on a mad impulse, kissed her. Whether it was coincidence, I'll never know, but at that moment, the hissing began to slow down--but it didn't stop. I could feel Kim's skin pulse slightly beneath my fingers, as if she had expanded as much as it was physically possible, and perhaps a little more. I loosened my grip for fear of squeezing her too hard. "Too...full...gonna...burst..." The leotard's seams creaked, and the immense pressure made the pulse I'd felt before visible. The hissing, however, had all but subsided. "It's...stopping..." she said with no small hint of amazement in her voice. The helium was just enough to make her begin to float, but not actually go anywhere. She looked like she was in zero gravity, bouncing slightly with each unsteady footstep. I began to hear another hiss, slower, less angry...a deflating whisper. "You're going to be okay," I offered weakly. The deflation hiss must have been there all along--she had been cycling out the helium the whole time, but not fast enough to stop the swelling. There was too much building up for either of us to notice what might be leaking out. Slowly but surely, Kim's form shrunk while she let out a noisy combination of scared sobs and relieved laughs. I didn't dare go near her. It took about 20 minutes, but she slowly calmed herself and returned to her normal size and shape. Almost. "What's this?" she said, running her hands down her body. Her hips and chest were still a little swollen, maybe an inch or two larger than when we began. "This your idea of a memory?" "No, that should go away too, but it will take a little more time," I explained. "It's just trapped. You know, the first 90% of the air goes out of a balloon fast, but the last 10%, you kind of have to coax out." "And...how do you do that?" She arched a suspicious eyebrow in my direction. "Should happen naturally as you move...bending over, moving around, stuff like that." "So, you could...squeeze it out of me?" she said, approaching me with a...twinkle in her eye? What the hell was she doing? Was I reading this right? "Um, sure, if you, um, want me to touch you." I couldn't understand why she was suddenly being so forward and amorous--not to me, not after what she'd just been through. If this was a side-effect, I couldn't have guessed it. "Why wouldn't I want you to touch me?" she asked in a sing-songy voice. "That was a wild ride...quite a rush. It was like a tickle that built and built..." She draped her arms around me and shoved her inflated bosom into my chest. "Very thrilling, extremely exciting. Sort of like....something else I can think of." I couldn't believe it. She pushed herself into me further, causing me to stumble back a few steps and bump into the examining table. She swayed her round hips and pushed me backwards lightly with a single finger. Suddenly weak in the knees, I fell backwards onto the table with no trouble. But trouble wasn't through with me yet. In a flash, Kim grabbed and fastened the table's lower restraint around my right ankle in one swift motion. "Yes, I can think of something very exciting," she said, the sexiness leaving her voice. "I'd like to watch you inflate." "Now wait," I stammered. "I told you I was sorry, I didn't mean--" "No, no," she said sharply, shoving my left arm into a restraint. "You really seemed to enjoy watching me, so I intend to find out what was so fascinating." She locked down my right arm, while I made funny grunting noises to accompany my futile attempts to squirm loose. Kim strutted to the counter and grabbed the only remaining beaker. "Besides," she snarled. "It tickles. At first." "Now," she said, holding the beaker to my lips with a look of pure malice and revenge. "Drink."

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Female Inflation

Inflatable Clothing

None

4.1

7

Jennifer was getting ready to go out to the club night that she and her boyfriend Keith liked to frequent. It was at a local nightclub, but it was let out for fetish nights once a month, and this night was a particularly good night as Jennifer had recently acquired a brand new catsuit. She pulled it out of the box, poured some talc into the openings as usual and slid her naked body into it, pulling it up her legs, over her bottom, and pushing her arms in, it was tight and clinged to her. The tricky part was getting it closed as it had a zip up the back, but the makers had thoughtfully included a bit of ribbon attached to the zip to help pull it up. She glanced at the clock, she was getting late, and didn't have time to do the 'enhancements' the suit incorporated, instead she pulled smartly on the zip, tugging it till it hit the zip stop at the top of her neck, and the ribbon pulled right off in her hand... "Crap" she thought "Ah well, I'm sure Keith will help me out of it when we get home. I'll have to hurry". Quickly she got the latex shine out and gave the suit a quick spritz. Jennifer looked at herself in the mirror, she was a vision in shiny black latex, her entire body was shimmering black, except her head. Her body was curvy, heavy even, but the suit pulled in all the right places, and pushed her breasts, which were just about a hand full, up quite nice and pert. She flicked the valve on her left bum cheek, and wished she'd had time for the enhancements. She shrugged, pulled on some trainers, put on an overcoat - she didn't want everyone seeing while she was on the way to the club - and left out the front door. She was halfway to the club, and had stopped at a now closed gas station to go get some cash from the ATM machine, after finishing up, she went to go off down the road to the club. Just out of the corner of her eye she saw the air machine for pumping up tyres. "It can't hurt to just pump up the suit a little bit, it'll be quicker than the hand pump anyway" she thought. So she dashed over, and popped a coin in the machine, it whirred to life and started hissing. Jennifer felt under the overcoat for the valve, and attached the tyre inflator onto it, she gave it a light squeeze and she could feel the cold rush of air going into the valve on her bottom and the air going to the right places in the suit. Her overcoat had got slightly tighter around her boobs and they were looking a little bit more like DD, while her bottom was sticking out slightly more. "Huh... Just a bit more I think" she mused to herself. Jennifer pushed harder on the tyre inflator trigger and there was a big rush of air into the suit. Startled she dropped the inflator on the floor, the hose still attached to her suit, and the trigger had stuck on open. The suit started to fill fast, her boobs now pushing the size of large beach balls, and the overcoat was riding up over her enormous bum. "Shoot" she thought, trying to bend to reach she found that the suit had got a bit too big and she couldn't reach the inflator that was relentlessly pumping air into the suit. Her legs had started to inflate now too, and her arms were puffing up and getting pushed out to either side. She jumped up and down a little to try to free the inflator off the valve, but that just served to pop the buttons off her overcoat. Little by little the suit stretched out before her, ballooning up, her stomach had soon caught up with and overtaken the size of her breasts, the suit wasn't made for this, it was only supposed to be an hourglass enhancement. She'd resigned herself to her fate when suddenly, the hissing stopped. The time on the air compressor had run out. Though she was still attached. She looked around the dark gas station lot, nope, nobody was in there, it was night, she caught her reflection in the windows of the dark gas station shop. She looked enormous, her suit had become more or less a ball with a head sticking out of the top and arms and legs sticking out the side. She tried to bend her arms, she could a little bit, the suit had only inflated up to her elbows and knees. So she waddled a little bit from side to side trying to free herself, when a pickup pulled into the gas station, lights on, and its occupant looking rather pleased and laughing to himself. He got out and approached the bemused looking semi-inflated ball lady. "Hello" he said, she immediately recognised his voice, thanks goodness, it was Keith. "We'll have you out, oh, hmmm. No wait a second, you're not quite full" he said, dropping a coin into the slot of the machine. "No wait... Ugh..." she didn't have time to complain as the inflation started again. Her arms and legs becoming smaller stubs as the suit inflated even more, her overcoat tore and popped off leaving her flailing and she fell onto her back, rolled sideways and was now facing the ground, only her head was about 4 feet off it. The hissing stopped and Keith pulled the nozzle off the valve, put on a dust cap and brushed his hands together. "I think you're done" he mused and gave her a little push, she wobbled and rolled slightly. "What do you think you're doing?" she exclaimed at her boyfriend. "Ah... Don't worry" he said, undoing the back of the pickup. "You're going to be the centerpiece at the club tonight.". He rolled her onto the bed of the truck, secured her with a couple of ropes, and drove off towards the club. She was resigned to being a 5'10" round balloon for the night.

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blow, Prose that Blows 3 - All Hallow’s Eve (2010), Prose that Blows Winner: Best Story, Prose that Blows Winner: Most Original Story

Female Inflation

Full Body Inflation

Messy

4.4

23

A waft of burnt pumpkin followed the moonlight between the curtains. As the cool, white light crept across the carpet, its iridescent glow glinted off ceramic straighteners and boxes of makeup. Eventually the moon lowered enough to beam over the large double bed in the middle of the room. As the light crawled across the covers, the slender figure occupying the bed shifted to face away from the window. As the bed creaked under its moving occupant, the sound stirred another creature that dwelled below it. Amongst the shadows under the bed, two bright, orange eyes appeared from within a contorted pile of scaly limbs. Slowly the creature began to uncurl, the smell of flame cooked pumpkin reminding it of its purpose. With a creaking yawn, the scaly monster bore an arc of razor sharp teeth. It then stretched its muscular limbs before arching its spiny back. As the monster changed stance, the row of spikes lining its spine pressed between the boards of the bed and into the soft mattress. The creature froze. There was a sudden shuffling atop the bed, then and edgy silence. The monster gritted its teeth. 'Damn!' Having failed the stealth approach, the monster slouched, its eyes dimming slightly. Almost reluctantly, the monster crawled out from beneath the bed. Keeping a low profile as it glanced around the girly room. This wasn't going to be much fun now... In a last ditch attempt at dramatisation, the monster shot upright beside the bed, holding its arms menacingly above its head while emitting a deep growl from its open jaws. As if punctured with a pin, the monster's stature deflated. Its eyes came upon its victim who was pre-emptively employing the cover tactic. Utterly hidden beneath the thick duvet, the bed's occupant was now completely untouchable by monsters. The monster stared down at the mound in the middle of the bed. It watched as the duvet rose and fell with the breathing of the person inside it. Suddenly the monster had an idea. Noticing its target had also implemented the snorkel technique (using a simple scuba snorkel to avoid suffocation beneath particularly thick covers) the monster slowly stepped around the room, tip toeing around glossy magazines and underwear, until it was on the side of the bed with the snorkel. The monster bent over, listening to the rhythmic breaths that went in and out of the snorkel. Opening its jaws, the monster slowly leant over until the snorkel was in its mouth. It took in a deep breath before biting the snorkel and blowing into it. There was little resistance as the air flowed down the snorkel, almost instantly the covers on the bed rose by about a foot. The monsters orange eyes sparkled as it drew a second breath. It bit down again and blew harder this time. The muffled sound of air entering a balloon came from beneath the duvet. The covers rose even more this time, now forming a dome shape. The monster, now very excited, continued blowing into the snorkel until the mound under the covers was almost two meters in diameter. It watched as the duvet rose up atop its inflating occupant. Drawing deeper and deeper breaths, the monster blew as much air as it could into its victim until they were no longer covered. The bottom of a big round blob was now visible beneath the square duvet. The monster licked its lips upon seeing the victims, smooth stretched underbelly. It furiously blew more and more air into the snorkel until the sound of creaking rubber emanated from the expanding sphere. A particularly deep breath caused two swollen balloons to burst out of a laced bra below the snorkel. However the duvet still hid the victim's head, the snorkel poking out from under it. The monster could see the cover starting to slide though... just a few more puffs. The victim's body creaked and groaned as it grew too big. Pumped with vast volumes of air, the enormous sphere wobbled about on top of the bed. The monster continued to blow as much air as it could into the snorkel, its eyes focused on the slipping duvet. 'Just a little bigger, and the duvet will' BANG! The monster was thrown backward as its victim exploded like an overinflated balloon. Rags of flesh scattered around the room as the duvet fell back down onto the bed. 'Oops' Thought the monster, a pair of laced underwear draped over its nose.

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Female Inflation

Full Body Inflation

None

3.8

6

The phone rang, as it had been all morning. "Hello?" she asked, finally picking it up. "Jodi? Where the hell you been? We need you in here to investigate something! Pronto!" "A case? Right away, chief." She yawned, dropping the phone to the floor. Jodi didn't feel like going in today. Not after the night she had. She went back to bed for a while. Hours later, she entered the National Paranormal Research Building deep in the center of Georgetown, DC. She hated mornings and after chasing down a crazed lycanthrope the night before, she wanted more sleep! But she knew that was impossible, especially for working here. Insomnia was like a working requirement. She walked in, sipping the coffee from the kwikie mart, it tasted like shit! Her cripped blonde hair back in a ponytail, she was dressed in a brown trenchcoat and her work clothes. She didn't even know how she got into this business! She could've been a model! Agents were knocking down the doors for her in college! But no! Her schooling had to come first! She walked up to her chief, waiting for her next to the elevator. "So what's so urgent today?" she asked spitefully. Her boss, the Chief stood there angrily. He looked like Shaquille O'Neil at age 50. "Jodi! I've been waiting for you all morning! This is important!" he bellowed. "What's the haps'?" asked Jodi jokingly as she took another sip of the shitty coffee. "Remember a few months back? That whole Spontaneous Combustion thing?" the chief said seriously. "You mean those people who were just inexplicably going up in flames? How could I forget?" she laughed as she followed him onto the elevator. They were heading to the labs in the basement. "Well it's sorta like that... sorta." Said the Chief. "These were the victims... before." He said, handing her a few photographs. They looked like young beautiful girls, all about the same age. These were everyday photos, nothing special about them. One was a pretty young black woman, another a brunette, and the other a bleach blonde, all looking remarkably healthy and in shape! "And after...?" Jodi asked. "Well that's what we're going to see now." He sighed as the elevator came to a rest. They walked toward Lab Beta. The door opened with a hydraulic hiss and Jodi saw what had become of the three young victims. "Oh... my... god!" shouted Jodi. "Sick, isn't it?" Said the Chief. They walked into the lab and there lie the three girls, or at least what had become of them! They were gigantically round spheres, naked with hands and feet and heads with puffed-up cheeks. It was like they had been attached to air hoses, industrial strength! They looked ready to burst. Jodi walked up to one of them slowly, finger extended. She wanted to touch them, see what they felt like. She drew her finger closer to the girl, the girl wincing. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Said a voice with a slight accent. "First of all, their bodies are all under a lot of tension. Any more stress and they could each take out this whole building. Second, would you like strangers poking you in such a situation?" "Jodi, this is Dr. Kyoko Miyazaki. She's an expert in these sorts of things." Said the Chief. An Asian woman in a lab coat holding a clipboard joined them. "She'll also be your partner for this investigation." "What?" screamed Jodi. "A partne..." "Ah, don't get all 'I work alone' on us now! This in important! Whatever this is could strike anybody. And these girls stopped at a certain point, the next person might not be so lucky!" shouted the chief. "Nor will the vicinity around them!" "Fine." Sighed Jodi. "So... are they... alive? And what are they... filled with?" "Oh, very much alive." Shook Kyoko. "They're responsive to everything around them. They're just so full of what-we-guess-is air, that they are incapable of normal speech, usually they'll just moan or let out little murmurs." There was a brief pause as Jodi circled one of the inflated girls. "And from what we can tell, they're just full of normal everyday air. We just don't know how they ended up like this." There was another pause as Jodi inspected the middle blimp-girl. "So I guess you haven't gotten anything out of them." Said Jodi, inspecting another one. "Nope. Though eyewitness reports have said that they looked perfectly healthy when suddenly, they just started to... inflate. Spontaneously." Said Kyoko. "Where were they found?" Jodi asked. "Well, Sasha here was grocery shopping, she inflated in front of twenty-eight people... spontaneously. Meredith was a secretary hard at work at the Sawyer Sawyer and Kelly law firm... blew up like a bomb... spontaneously and last but not least, Sarrah was on a date in the middle of a crowded restaurant! She was eating the mousse when suddenly, bam......also spontaneously." said Kyoko, placing a palm on each one gently. Suddenly the Chief's phone rang. "Hello?" he asked. The girls watched him, swollen ones included. "Aw... hell." He clicked off his phone and faced them. "We got another one!" Jodi and Kyoko were on the scene almost immediately. It was just about five blocks away. There was a huge crowd in the way. "Agent Jodi Sinclair, National Paranormal Research Bureau! Back up!" as she shouted, the crowd dispersed, revealing a red headed girl swollen into a spherical shape, just like the others, only this time just a bit larger. The shreds that used to be her denim pants scattered around her, tatters of a torn tanktop around her neck. There were a few cops on the scene who had already found out her identity. "Her name's Zoe Quinn, she's 19, no health problems, no nothing. She had five bucks on her and was walking her dog." Said the seen-it-all Veteran. Jodi looked to see a leash still tightly clasped in the swollen girl's hand. Behind the girl's massive body, a Jack Russell Terrier laid next to its owner. "Should we move her?" asked the cop. "NO!" shouted Kyoko. "There might be a loose piece of gravel or something. If she rolls on it, say goodbye to this entire block! There's already a crew coming to pick her up!" Jodi investigated around the swollen girl when suddenly, she got a clear view of the poor girl's face. It looked like a face of scared disbelief. Jodi wasn't usually the comforting type but she decided to give it a whirl. "It's okay." She smiled. "Everything's... everything's going to be alright!" as she placed her hand gently next to the fleshy orb's side. The victim looked a little relieved, smiling back though still looking fairly shook up, as would anybody. Jodi couldn't find anything around the girl that looked suspicious. She leaned up against her black Jetta. Kyoko joined her. "This is weird." She said, turning to face Kyoko. "And I deal with weird on an everyday basis, so for me to call this weird..." "Yeah..." agreed Kyoko as the Bureau's clean-up crew came in. "Four girls... no known connections... aged 20-23, now a 19 year old. I don't get it either." What they didn't see was the grinning man at the newsstand across the street. "I told you everything that I saw!" said Brendan. He was Sarrah's boyfriend, on hand at the time of her inflation. "There was nothing suspicious? About anything?" asked a frustrated Jodi, leaning against the table later on back at headquarters. "Listen. I just want to see Sarrah! Can you at least tell me how she's doing?" he pleaded. "She's fine." Said Kyoko. "Now if you can help us, we could possibly be able to help her! So was there anything out of the ordinary?" Brendan sighed. "Okay, I'll start from the beginning. I mean if it'll help!" he crossed his arms and sat back frustrated. "It was our three month anniversary. We had a simple dinner there. She had the Salisbury Steak... nothing strange about that! Everything was fine. Then came desert." He paused. "She got Chocolate mousse and ate it normal, nothing weird about it. Then when she was about 3/4 done she looked up at me, her eyes as wide as saucers. They began to tear and she muttered 'no' and suddenly she..." he sighed and covered his face. "She just blew up ... like a balloon or a blimp or something! She just like burst out of her clothes and... it was just... scary." He hesitated for a few seconds. "The only thing that seemed weird was the waiter." "The waiter?" asked Jodi. "Yeah... He had blonde spiked hair and an ace bandage around his hand. I asked him if it was anything serious but he just laughed and said it was just a little trouble at the grocery store. Sarrah said she recognized him and suggested we go somewhere else. Why didn't I listen...?" "Whoa! Grocery store?" jumped Kyoko. "Ladies and Gentleman! We have a lead!" "His name is Sean Curtis." Smiled Kyoko dropping a folder on Jodi's desk. "He's 20. He got hurt at the grocery store two days ago at about the time of Sasha's incident. He went to the lawyers after getting his hand checked out to file a law suit. He's a waiter at the restaurant, and check this out." "What?" asked Jodi. Kyoko handed him a picture. "This was found in Zoe's wallet... she was his girlfriend!" Kyoko laughed. "Can you say... 'paydirt?'" "I think we should check this guy out!" smiled Jodi, "Besides, I missed lunch today and I'm starving!" It was about 7:00 pm. They entered the restaurant, intending on asking Curtis about his involvement. The two were seated conveniently at one of Sean's tables. "Hi, as you already know, I'm Sean. May I help you two ladies' order?" he smirked. "How did you...know that we... knew...?" Kyoko asked puzzled. "Why don't you just answer our questions. You seem to know them already!" said Jodi. Sean smiled silently, a bit of fright flashing across his face. Then he took off. Jodi and Kyoko jumped up to follow him. "He's a telepath/telekinetic! Somehow, he's doing this with his mind! That's how he knew we were looking for him!" said Jodi as they ran into the kitchen after him. "But something isn't right! He's going about everything too normally!" They lost him around a corner for a second. "There!" shouted Kyoko, seeing the back door swinging. The two investigators followed. They entered the deep alleyway behind the buildings. No one was there. Both drew their guns. "I didn't know they let you lab geeks pack heat!" laughed Jodi while searching for the suspect. "You'd be surpri-ohhh!" Moaned Kyoko. "Kyoko? What's the matter?" shouted Jodi. "I think... I think...... He's... he's trying to inflate me!" she said, dropping her gun and holding her arms out at her sides, slowly waving them in small circles. "Ooooh!" "Oh shit... Curtis! Come out so I can shoot you, you coward!" shouted Jodi. "I'm... sure... that''ll get him... out in the open-NAAAAAAAAUUUGGGH!" screamed Kyoko. Suddenly, her midsection began to look a little bulgy. "Wha-Why? Why, Sean? Why are you... doing this? UNNNNNNGGGH!" she moaned, getting no answer. She was right, she was inflating! Slowly at first. The waist of her skirt began to feel a little tight. But now, her whole body was starting to fill up with air. "Just hold on, Kyoko!" said Jodi, looking back at her partner. The sight surprised her. Kyoko stood there, her blouse growing tightly against a belly of a woman three months pregnant. "I'm... I'm... trying..." Kyoko whined, her belly gaining a month in seconds.. She was starting to grow faster and faster, and not only in her belly. Now her breasts were starting to inflate as well. Suddenly, Sean's laughter echoed thru the alley. "You.... You.... Bastard!" "Bastard, eh?" a voice asked, echoing around them. Suddenly Kyoko began to grow even faster. "AAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!" she screamed. She looked as if suddenly she was ready to deliver a baby, then in seconds, two babies. She grew faster and faster, her clothes ripping at the seams around her. "Kyoko? My God!" screamed Jodi. She turned to watch her partner's entire body begin to inflate. Her hips, thighs, breasts, and ass all billowed out in all directions, catching up with the size of her belly. Her limbs began to look more like soft cones as she waved them frantically. Her puffing torso, assimilating the rest of her body as she grew more and more spherical. The growth only stopped when her swollen sides reached as far as her hands and feet. "Ooooooooppphhh.........Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh." She moaned helplessly, slowly rolling onto what used to be her belly. Jodi couldn't believe what had happened to her. She watched as Kyoko still waved her puffy hands hysterically. "I think there's a good place to stop. Anymore and things could get a little messy!" laughed Sean, still in hiding. "You little creep! Show yourself!" "Okay!" he laughed. "Is this good?" Jodi swung back around to face the voice, only to see that he was holding Kyoko's massively inflated body in front of him to act as a shield. "Go ahead and shoot! If you hit your puffy friend here, say goodbye to Georgetown! You want that?" "Why are you doing this, you little shit?" Jodi asked, gun drawn but unable to do anything. "Well it all started two days ago, at the Grocery store. I was bumped and my hand got caught in the automatic doors. I know, nothing horrible, only a hairline fracture. But I did get kind of steamed. I wanted to get the woman back, but I didn't know how. I just became so angry at her. I just followed behind her. She had no idea. I wanted to do something horrible when suddenly I just felt something click in my head, like a light switch! Suddenly, she just blew up into the blimp you must have found her as! Then the next day I figured that wasn't enough so I was going to sue. The secretary, Meredith was very helpful. Not to mention hot! So I figured why not try it on her. Low and behold? BANG! She puffed up right-quick!" he laughed imitating a southern accent as he leaned against Kyoko's gigantically bloated body. "Then at work, my ex girlfriend shows up! On a Date! I figured it would be nice payback for the bitch! So while she was on desert, she swelled up right in front of her date! I told her the chocolate mousse wouldn't be kind to her figure. You should've seen the look on the poor bastard's face! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" "You sick little..." Jodi started. "I don't think so." He laughed, pulling his pen for orders out his pocket and poking it gently against Kyoko's tight skin. The poor young doctor winced and let out a pathetic moan. "Continuing on... I don't know, but I began to get a little turned on by blowing these chicks up! SO that's when I went to my girlfriend, Zoe. She had no idea it was me, hell I'm probably the last person she suspects, whining if I'll still think she's sexy at this size, am I right? This morning, she went out to walk her dog and BAM! I got her too. You two... well it's pretty self-explanatory... Self defense." "Us... two?" asked Jodi, feeling a weird sensation come over her. Sean snickered. "At's right! Now blow up big and nice, Jode'! I wanna make you the biggest one yet!" "You little perv..." she froze, dropping her gun. "Ohh!" she moaned. Sean laughed, letting Kyoko go. "Come on! You can do it! I wanna make you grow with a bang, like Meredith!" he laughed evilly. Jodi place her hands on her flat abs to find them a little puffy. All she could do was moan and feel her insides gain pressure. "This is going to be great!" he laughed to himself, concentrating on Jodi's body. Jodi felt the pressure increasing inside her as though she was ready to pop when suddenly, her eyes widened and her sides just burst out in all angles with a loud 'pop'. Within seconds her shreds of clothes surrounded her massive body with cone limbs. "Nah... know what? I want you to suffer a little first..." he said, slowing the growth down. "Ungh... stop......this!" she struggled, but she kept getting bigger and bigger. Sean laughed, walking up to her. "Sorry, no can do." He laughed, pushing her with his finger. She rolled onto her back like a weeble. Sean looked down at her with a smirk. "It's a good look for you Jodi. Honestly. Too swollen to even move!" The poor agent could only moan as she swelled out more and more. Soon she was a little larger than Kyoko and Sean decided to stop. He looked at his watch. "Aw damn... I gotta get back to work! Don't go away! I'll be back for you too later." He smirked, walking back into the restaurant. "D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-do-don't........l-l-e-lee-lea-vvve... us-s-s-s.........h-he-here." Kyoko murmured. She thought back to the other victims. They were able to speak! Too bad she could only now understand them after it was too late. The door to the kitchen slammed shut and both agents lie in the alley helplessly, the cold wind brushing against the skin of their massive bodies. They'd moan and whimper with each breezy tickle, but there was no one to hear them in this deep alleyway. So they both lie there, waiting for their 'inflator' to come back. Kyoko couldn't believe this. She was supposed to be the expert in paramedicine, especially this sorta thing! Now the once frail Asian woman now lie there, in the dank alleyway, the size of a Volvo with her even larger partner. She'd become one of the victims after thinking it could never happen to her. She could just lie there and whimper, tears streaming down puffy cheeks. Jodi was feeling pretty much the same. Oh she'd survived worse! Much worse. It was the sheer humility that was getting to her! She'd blew up alien space crafts! Staked Vampires! Exorcised ghosts! Hell, 24 hours ago, she was across town chasing down a werewolf! After capping a silver bullet in its head, she'd figured she'd seen it all. But this? This really took the cake! They lied there for what seemed like hours! Waiting for him to show up, feeling the air inside them begin to get frigid. Suddenly, the echo of sirens filled the air. They began to rock frantically and whimper loudly. The sirens stopped and they figured all hope was lost. That was until they heard the Chief, calling for them. The sirens, it was their guys! They'd come looking for them! Jody jiggled her massive body and let out the loudest scream she'd ever mustered before. "H-H-EEEEEEE-LL-LPP-pa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she whimpered, just loud enough for the chief to hear it, he kicked down a wooden fence between two of the buildings where he saw two of his best agents lying, swollen up like blimpish mockeries of their former selves. "Oh my gentle, Jesus..." he sighed. Meanwhile Sean, with an old army jacket on and a duffelbag around his shoulder walked along the side of the beltway. A car came by and he put his thumb out. "Need a ride?" asked a beautiful young ponytailed girl. "Where are you headed?" Sean smirked. "Dallas." She smiled. "Yee-hah!" laughed Sean. "Same place I'm going!" "Hop in then!" "Thanks!" "Okay, gentle! Gentle with them!" sighed the Chief, rolling the two agents up along side the other girls. The eyes of the other girls watched over puffy cheeks to see the two women who possibly had a chance to make them normal again, in the same boat Kyoko began to cry, tears rolling off her face and onto her massively swollen body. Jodi just sighed and looked at the Chief as he walked backwards out of the sterile lab, switching the lights off as he left.

322

implants, talk show

Female Inflation

Breast Inflation, Butt Inflation, Full Body Inflation

Clean

3.7

6

The stage of the Jenny Jones Show was so full of oversized mammaries that the audience could feel the tilt in gravity. "Welcome back to another of our very popular 'Who Chest Is Best' shows," Jenny said to the camera as they returned from a commercial break. "On stage we have seven of the most well-endowed adult film stars, and things are heating up!" Usually such banal statements from Jenny were meaningless; but in fact, things were getting tense as the seven competitive women looked down the line of mammoth breasts and shot each other catty looks. "But we have yet another surprise," Jenny continued, and the seven busty women stopped glaring at each other and looked toward the stage door. "With us today is a very special woman, a newcomer to world of adult filmmaking and is the recipient of some very interesting new form of implants. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you: Nikki Coxx." The audience clapped and hooted as the chesty Nikki came out. The applause clearly indicated that they thought Nikki was hot: an attractive redhead with full lips, long slender legs and a shapely butt... but the seven women already on stage just rolled their eyes when they looked at her chest, which was a mere B cup. So far, even the smallest-chested woman was a double-D. The applause subsided and Nikki sat down between two busty blondes, Cassandra and Alexus, who eyed her warily. "Now Nikki," Jenny began, "I believe you've had some very interesting work done on your body." "Yeah," said Nikki in her tinny voice. "I got, like, these implants? I had 'em put in my butt, my thighs, and in my boobs?" Every statement she made sounded like a question. "A lot of women have implants," Jenny observed brilliantly. "Could you tell us what's so special about yours?" "Well," Nikki went on, "they're supposed to, like, inflate? So I can, like, make 'em bigger anytime I want to, and make them as big as I want to?" "And how do they work?" "Well, I haven't tried them out yet?" Nikki explained. "But this chemical is supposed to expand when it's exposed to an electrical current? So whenever I'm ready, I get hooked up to this electrical doohickey, and it gives me a slight jolt? So even though I'm only a B-cup now, after I activate my implants, my boobs will inflate to twice the size of any of these flat-chested bimbos." The audience went "Oooo!" and the seven busty women made faces or shouted things at Nikki that were bleeped out by the program's censors. All except Alexus, who calmly reached into her little handbag. "Are we going to see them in action today on the show?" Jenny asked Nikki when the audience and the women calmed down. "Well, I'm supposed to wait a while?" Nikki said. "To see if there's any strange reaction? Cuz they're still kind of experimental?" Alexus looked at the small taser in her hand, one that she carried to fend off men who got too grabby. She tested the button a couple times, nodding when she saw the familiar blue bolt that told her it was working. She then reached down and touched the taser to Nikki's ass. ZZAAPP!! "Like, ouch?!" Nikki shouted, sitting up briefly, unsure of what just shocked her. The audience had witnessed what Alexus had done, and chaos ensued as the shouting began. But it silenced almost immediately when Nikki began to inflate. There was a loud hissing sound and everyone gaped in amazement as Nikki's ass grew and her hips swelled, lifting her up higher in her chair. "Oh my God?" Nikki said as she watched her lower half fill up as if being pumped up by an air compressor. Alexus watched calmly, nodding in satisfaction. "Are those your implants working?" Jenny asked, as if there were countless other reasons why her guest would suddenly be plumping up. "Like yeah!" Nikki said. "But they're not supposed to get too big? They should be stopping soon?" But the chemical implants, once started, did not seem interested in stopping. Her ass and thighs continued to swell, accompanied by an audible hiss. Nikki pressed her hands to her thighs, as if hoping to stop them from swelling. But they kept growing and growing. "They don't seem to stopping," Jenny said, again with her keen eye of observation. "Are they supposed to be making you that big on the bottom?" "Uh, no?" Nikki said, panic showing in her voice. "Like, I don't know what's happening?" The hissing continued as she talked, and so did her inflation. "Did you know that Alexus gave you a taser shock?" Nikki's eyes widened. Alexus put on a innocent look. "She what?" said Nikki, turning to face Alexus. Before Nikki could attack, Alexus zapped her in the chest. ZZZZZAAAAAPPPP!!!! Nikki was thrown back in her chair by the powerful jolt, easily twice as strong as the previous zapping. Nikki shook her empty head to clear it, which took only a moment, and by that time, her attention was diverted to her chest. Her breasts shot out from her tank top, blowing up like balloons under her blouse. The audience sat slack-jawed as Nikki's chest quickly tore through her top, the censors acting quickly to get black bars across her nipples, which were already the size of dinner plates, and swelling fast. Alexus just laughed as Nikki's breast swelled further, inflating so large that she did, in fact, surpass even the bustiest woman on stage. In fact, her mammaries were so large, she could no longer get her arms around them. And they got bigger. And bigger. "Nikki, your breasts seem out of control," Jenny noted. "How do you feel now that you're basically a human balloon?" "Like, fucking help me?" Nikki said, her face now mostly obscured by her increasing bust. She tried to peer out over her breasts, which soon swelled so big and round they blocked her view of the audience. Alexus and Cassandra scooted their chairs away, as Nikki's breasts were taking up more and more stage space. "Would you recommend this implant procedure to a friend?" Jenny pressed. "I recommend stopping these things before I explode!" Nikki shouted, lifting her chin in a vain attempt to look at Jenny over her expanding breasts. "Is there anything you'd like to say to Alexus?" Jenny asked. "Would you like to tell her how you're feeling right now?" "I feel like a fucking balloon!" Nikki shouted. "And if I get my hands on that bitch, I'm going to kill her?" Alexus casually shocked Nikki again, and Nikki's inflation increased all over. The audience gasped while the other women on stage laughed at the strange scene. Nikki's breasts were now larger than her body, totally obscuring her from the cameras. Her inflating thighs totally covered the chair she was sitting in. To the home audience, all that could be seen were two giant round globes, inflating and inflating like balloons. Bigger. Bigger. Bigger... "Please stop?" Nikki begged, knowing that she was pinned to her seat by her giant breasts and was totally at Alexus' mercy. "Alexus," Jenny asked, "what do you think of Nikki's request to stop shocking her." Alexus smirked. Then she zapped Nikki again, and Nikki inflated even faster. "Ohhh!" Nikki shouted. "Let's hear what the audience thinks," said Jenny, stepping up to a young black woman who had her hand up. The black woman stood up and shouted angrily at Nikki. "Girl, why you go and do such a dumb thing, blowing yousself up like that? Child, you're sick! You look like you're about to pop like a balloon!" "I'm not doing it on purpose?" Nikki shouted from behind her giant inflating breasts. But the woman went on. "All I knows is, you gonna be sorry for those implants, girl! You think you're hot stuff, inflating like a blimp and all! Well, you just go ahead and burst for all I care!" The audience cheered, punctuated with "you go, girl!" and "yeah, go ahead and pop!" "And what do you think, sir?" Jenny asked a young man. "Yeah," said the man. "I just want to say that, Nikki, you're totally hot all blown up, and you can just keep getting bigger!" The audience clapped again, punctuated with, "yeah, get bigger!" and "inflate faster!" "Uh, hello?" Nikki shouted again. "I don't WANT to get any bigger? Someone please get me some help, cuz I feel like I'm gonna burst?" Her breasts were nearing the ceiling and protuding out over the stage. And still they grew and grew and grew... Jenny smiled benevolently. "Well, you're just going to have to wait to burst, Nikki, cuz we have to do a commercial now. When we come back: Will she pop? Stay tuned!" "What?!" Nikki said. "This is serious? I'm getting too big? It's going to happen soon? I'm gonna pop? Help me, I'm gonna burst! I'm gonna BURST!" "Back after this," said Jenny into the camera, and then three things happened at back to back: The applause sign lit. The audience applauded. And Nikki exploded. BOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!! The building shook, and Jenny was knocked off her feet. A second later, the entire audience was drenched in the chemical implant that had just filled Nikki until she burst. Jenny, still holding a live microphone, was given a massive electrical jolt when the liquid touched the electrical equipment, and the jolt was distributed throughout the audience, giving everyone a slight dose. "Yikes!" Jenny shouted in pain. "Is everyone all right?" But as she looked out in the audience, she noticed every woman was staring at their own chests. Every woman's breast in the audience began to inflate. The seven wet porn stars saw their own copious chests expanding. Jenny looked down and saw her own breast inflating. "Well, it looks like we all got a dose of what Nikki got," said Jenny calmly. "It looks like we're all going to blow up like balloons until we explode! Can I get some feedback? How about you, miss?" Jenny brought her mic closer to a woman sitting nearby. The woman's breasts were growing so fast they easiry tore through her sweater. "I just wanna say one thing before I pop, Jenny," the woman said, trying to push down her inflating breasts with her hands. "I sure as shit wish I got those tickets to the Sally Jesse Raphael show instead...!"

28307

balloon, bouyant, floating, helium, science

Female Inflation

Belly Inflation, Breast Inflation, Butt Inflation, Full Body Inflation

None

4.3

7

For a moment longer the woman stood there. Pam leaned over to her charge, quietly narrating. "Steve is going to run a test program first, then the full sequence." Sandra nodded acknowledgment as Pam resumed bouncing on her heels again, clutching the clipboard across her chest as she did.The volunteer was not of unusual height, but even hunched over on the concrete block as she was, one tended to look up to her at an angle. The green glow from the board illuminated her front, revealing the gentle curvature of her small and perky breasts as gravity pulled them away from her chest. The expanse of a flat but not particularly athletic belly lay almost hidden behind the mounds. Her generous hips remained shrouded by the netting draped over them. Flinching, her smirk was briefly interrupted. At the same time, her skin began to change, losing its flat tones and gaining a pliable, satiny sheen that seemed to reflect the green glow.Then, in unison, both of her breasts quickly swelled, quadrupling in size and rounding out over her rib cage. The same distinctive hiss that Sandra had heard before with Pam was again present. The swelling stopped just as quickly as it had begun and the woman looked down at her chest, then back up again, raising her eyebrows as if to say "wow". After a short pause, the high sibilation returned. Her formerly flat abdomen now began to rapidly bloat, inflating downward towards the floor. It made rubbery squeaking noises as it did and she adjusted her stance slightly to make room for her ballooning belly. It, too, then stopped swelling as quickly as it had started. The glow faded and the female technician carefully approached the subject volunteer. The two spoke briefly (the woman nodded her head in the affirmative a few times) before the tech backed away again, speaking into her comm link. The group of assembled techs and engineers busily wrote on their clipboards and typed on their computers. The engineer operating the camera stood quietly, capturing the scene for posterity.Once the female tech was clear, the green glow returned. Slowly, at about half the rate as before, her belly and chest deflated until she was back to normal (well, as normal as one can look with rubbery skin).Steve, the tech at the workstation, then activated the loud chime tone again and worked the holographic interface. Sandra leaned over again to Pam. "Here we go!"Though the volunteer's smirk had subsided, again her face was briefly punctuated with surprise as the hiss returned. This time, her entire upper body began to swell, from her vulva to her upper thorax. Atop (or rather below) her swelling midsection, her two perky breasts enthusiastically ballooned. But this time, the inflation didn't stop and they relentlessly billowed outward. Sandra could see the woman's shoulders puff up and that beneath the netting her hips were following suit.The engineering group continued noting their observations with determined concentration.The woman's whole body squeaked as if she were a toy balloon inflating at the end of helium tank's nozzle. Rapidly, she grew and in less than a minute, her belly was advancing in close proximity to the eyebolt embedded in the concrete block. Beneath the netting, the flesh of her back could be seen puffing outward. Her arms, also inflating, began rising as unseen pressure built inside. She no longer had a discernible waist."Now, watch this" Pam insistently whispered. No longer bouncing on her heels, she stood still while staring wide-eyed through her glasses at the woman on the concrete dais. Unconsciously, she bit into her lower lip and held on to her clipboard as if for dear life.The woman continued to swell, the shiny flesh of her back rising under the netting as her belly pressed further downward. She shifted her feet in an odd way - not only making room for her expanding belly, but also leaning forward. In fact, her feet no longer seemed to be centered below her mass. One of the male engineers in the observation group had stopped taking notes and was just standing there, staring at the subject with his mouth slightly agape. Another engineer looked up at him and then lightly swatted his shoulder, muttering something. He dutifully returned to note taking.Gently, the woman's squeaking, swollen body rocked back and forth under the netting, which shifted slightly. At her feet, the loose material began to unfurl and Sandra realized that the woman's feet were no longer bound by gravity. Indeed, she was now hovering above the block by a few inches. Only the weight of the netting seemed to hold her down. Sandra gasped quietly. Pam continued to intently stare at the scene before her, as if witnessing it for the first time.Up the woman rose, inch by inch as she continued to swell. The netting cascaded down from her inflated frame and onto the block, cone like, outlining an increasingly spherical body. One foot, then two she steadily rose as she inflated. The helium swelled her rubbery skin, as if she were a balloon. The bigger she grew, the more netting rose with her. Soon she had ascended to more than ten feet off the block as her shoulders and hips disappeared into the sphere of her upper body. Her legs and arms had long since star-fished. She continued to rise.At about twenty-five feet, the remaining slack of the netting began to run out and by the time she reached thirty feet of altitude, the slack was gone. The dozens of small ropes gently tightened and slackened as the woman reached the zenith of her ascent and rebounded a few inches. The uneven distribution of the netting across her inflating body also caused her to roll slightly from side to side and back and forth has her buoyancy sought equilibrium.Still, she continued to inflate. Her shoulders had puffed up so much so that her neck was disappearing. Her breasts remained two distinct semi-globes billowing out from her belly. It was increasingly difficult to determine where her legs and arms ended and where her body began and the bigger she grew, the more lift she commanded. The netting soon began to tense up as the rounding woman inflated beneath the spreading net. Far below, the netting converged, cone-like, then gave way to the dozens of small ropes that were, in turn, tied to the steel eyebolt.She no longer rebounded against the netting and ropes, but instead swayed back and forth like an inverted pendulum. She had grown so big that it seemed her body had absorbed her legs and arms. Dainty feet and hands protruded through the large gaps in the netting atop pliant domes that had been her arms and legs. Her two large mamarian mounds had kept pace with her belly, prominently bulging down and away from her ballooning torso and peeking out from behind the spreading net.As she continued to inflate, her body increasingly resembled a spherical balloon. Her head began to sink into what was once her neck and shoulders under the relentless growth. The angle of the netting became less and less acute as she swelled larger and larger. Before long, she must have been almost twenty-five feet in diameter. She was nothing but a flesh colored, rubbery sphere, still squeaking under the netting as she grew. With increased girth came increased lift and soon her round body began to deform under the tightening restraint. Her skin bulged through the netting as if it were tuck-and-roll upholstery.The squeaking and the hissing continued, renewing their vigor as Steve-the-technician made some adjustments to the workstation controls.Most of the observation team had stopped taking notes by now and were staring upward, craning their necks to see the progress. The lead female technician, too, was looking up at the balloon woman above. She briefly took her eyes away to glance at the concrete block, then back up to the inflatee, speaking into her comm link. The rest of the team then turned their attention to the block as well and resumed their feverish note taking.Bigger the woman swelled. Pam continued looking intently upward, absently saying to Sandra "any moment, now".Then, as if on cue, the concrete block shifted. The high tension of the ropes briefly subsided and the woman bounced up and down. Steve-the-technician made one final adjustment to the workstation. The woman visibly inflated just a bit more and as she did, the concrete block rose above the floor, drawn upward by the tensioned ropes, then hovered a foot or two above the floor.The observation team erupted in applause, each member almost dropping his or her respective clipboard or computer. The ballooning woman smiled, blushing and slightly embarrassed. The female lead technician was grinning ear-to-ear as she spoke into her comm link. Even Pam joined in, finally jostled out of her trance. She, again, leaned over to Sandra. "First time out, not bad. Not bad at all."Sandra stared at the scene, wide eyed. "Oh. My. God."

90

magic

Female Inflation

Full Body Inflation, Hourglass Inflation

None

4.5

19

Our intrepid author meets up with Holly for a second time, and they play more inflationary games. Sitting at the bar had advantages and disadvantages. I had easy access to booze, but with my back to the door I couldn't keep track of who was coming and going at the club. Thursday nights brought in good traffic, but not as much as the weekends. It was all for the best, I told myself as I finished my drink. I didn't really want to be the creepy guy who was sitting around checking out every woman who walked in. Bubbles was crowded enough that I wouldn't stand out. Besides, I was a regular. Chuck knew me, and he could be my eyes. Right on cue, Chuck was coming with my refill. Two of them, in fact. "Getting ahead of ourselves, aren't we?" I chuckled. "No sir, just keepin' my eye on the ball," Chuck replied, smirking as he put the two whiskey shots in front of me. "And where's the ball now?" "She just sat down in a booth behind you and to your left. Long black hair and a gold dress. She's the one you're waitin' for, right?" I shot a quick glance over my left shoulder and laughed. It was Holly. "How'd you know?" Chuck winked. "Bartender's secret. I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you." "Thanks, Chuck." "Go get 'er, sir." She was looking at the drink menu as I approached. She'd changed a lot in the year since we last met. Her hair was no longer in braids, flowing freely about her shoulders. And the slinky, shimmering gold dress she wore made it clear that she'd slimmed down as well. "So we meet again, Miss Holly," I said as I approached. Her face broke into a broad grin as she looked up. "Hi there. You meet me at a place called 'Bubbles?' Isn't that a bit cliche, even for you?" "Laugh if you want, but I think it's appropriate considering what happened last time you came out to visit." I sat down next to her and set the drinks down. "You've lost weight." "Yeah," she said, glancing down at herself briefly. "I was dancing lot for a while. It's good for taking the pounds off." "I dunno, I think I like you with a little more...bulk." I smiled as she picked up her drink. "Is this going to fix that?" "Yes." "Good." She reached for the drink, but I grabbed her hand. "Once you drink that, there's no turning back. You'll be along for the ride, and even I won't be able to do anything to stop it." I released her. "Are you sure?" "Yes." She threw her drink back, finishing it in a single gulp. That was a lot of what made these games so much fun. She was so willing, at least at first. I was a bit surprised that she was still so game to trust my concoctions. It's one thing to fantasize about becoming a living balloon, it's another thing entirely to actually do it. "So how's it going to work tonight? You whisper some sweet nothing in my ear, and then..." she let her words trail off. "Actually, it's different this time. Alcohol's what triggers the effect," I replied as I glanced at Chuck. He'd already filled two more glasses and given them to a waitress. I hadn't finished mine yet when she arrived and set the glasses down. "Really?" Holly finished one of the drinks in a single gulp. "Then I guess I'll have another. You'll have to catch up!" I could only stare dumbstruck as she set down her empty and took the other shot of whiskey. She licked her lips. "So when does the fun actually start?" "Um," I stammered, "pretty soon at the rate you're drinking." "Why don't you stay here and finish yours then, love? I'm going to go dance." Before I could say a word I found myself staring at her gold-clad bottom as she strutted her way to the dance floor. As she started gyrating she quickly attracted the attention of several men in the club. It was fascinating to watch. Holly was flirtatious by nature; add a lithe dancer's body and a provocative dress to the equation and she was downright dangerous. The sharks were circling, so I quickly finished my drink and went out to join her before on of them decided to move in on the bait. I pulled her in close, noticing the color rising in her cheeks. I don't know whether it was from the bourbon in her or the spell starting to take hold. "I think it's starting," she breathed into my ear. "It's familiar, I'm feeling a little -- full." I looked down at her, and sure enough her already impressive cleavage was growing more so. I could feel her bosom swelling against me as we danced. As my hands slid down to her hips, I could feel them expanding as well. "Excellent." We were only halfway through the first song, and already she was sporting an unnaturally pronounced hourglass figure. We kept dancing, and she kept getting bigger. "You planned for this," I murmured to her as I saw the cloth of her dress stretching to accommodate her burgeoning curves. "Of course," she grinned. "How long til somebody notices, you think?" "I think somebody already has." I glanced over at the bar, and several men were staring at us. Well, they were staring at her, at least. "Good," Holly said smugly. "Let them watch." She turned around and began grinding her delightfully plump backside into me. She was heavenly. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her in closer. I could easily see over her shoulder and down her neckline. Her breasts had plumped up to the point where those watching probably would have assumed she was smuggling balloons were it not for the copious flesh visible bulging out of the front of her dress. We kept dancing, and I lost myself in the music and the Holly's hypnotic touch. Her expansion tapered as the influence of the alcohol ran its course. I felt her gasp as the DJ changed gears and the whole building was filled with the guttural thumps of a driving dance beat. "We have to get closer!" She shouted. She grabbed my hand and dragged through the sea of pulsing bodies towards the DJ's station. I quickly found myself standing in the shadow the towering speakers. Holly stepped away from me, an ecstatic grin on her face as she ran her fingers through her hair and lost herself in the music. I got a good look at just how huge she was. Her thoroughly inflated bust was threatening to burst out of her dress, the cloth pulled tightly across her front. Her swollen nipples stood out like beacons against the fabric. Her hips and ass had inflated to similar proportions, the swelling having already spread down her thighs. As she swung from side to side it looked as though she might take out some of the innocent bystanders with her massive form. The spell had clearly moved to its next phase; her normally flat tummy was filling out, forming a bulge that was easy to overlook beneath the her enormous globes. "Can you feel that?" she screamed, trying to make me hear her over the music. "Feel what?" I shouted back. Holly pressed her pillowy front again me. "That." Suddenly in became glowingly clear. Holly was filling with gas, inflating like a balloon. And every time a low note was struck, her whole body vibrated like the skin of a drum. With the entire length of her body squeezed into mine, her mammoth breasts almost engulfing me, I could feel her body quiver with every pulse of the bass. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. I was stunned; if it felt like this to be touching her, I could only imagine how it felt to be her right now. I gazed deeply into her eyes, drinking in her elation. Yes, being her was probably spectacular, but being with her was almost more than I could handle. The room was noticeably warmer as the song wound down and the DJ effortlessly spun into a slightly mellower tune. "We should go," I said. "Now." I could see by her smirk that she knew exactly what I had in mind. "Let's go." We made our way through the crowd; she was far too big to maneuver through the people now, so she stayed in close behind me as I led the way off of the dance floor. Holly was attracting a lot of attention, and I caught bits of conversation as I approached the bar to settle up with Chuck. "Holy shit, who is that? "Oh my God, would you just look at her!" "Those have got to be implants." "But she's so huge all over!" "Man, I've never seen tits that big." But the looks really said it all. Some were jealous of her for having such an incredibly pneumatic body, some were jealous of me for being with her. Some were astonished that such a person could even exist, and some were even appalled at the spectacle. Regardless of how they felt about Holly and her new shape, everyone noticed. "Headin' out already, sir?" Chuck was, as always, right on the ball. He had my tab ready. "You know I'll be back," I said as laid some bills on the bar. "Another round? One more for the road, on the house." Chuck winked as he set two glasses in front of me. "Thanks," I said, handing a glass to Holly. "Bottoms up." "All in good time," she quipped as we quickly downed our drinks. I whispered in her ear, "You know what that's going to do, don't you?" "Guess that means we'd better get to your place fast." Hailing a taxi in this town was a difficult task on a good night, but having a ridiculously busty woman jumping up and down waving her hands made it very easy. I opened the door for Holly and climbed in behind her, absently calling out my address to the driver. I'd filled up my hip flask earlier in the evening to use on the ride home, but I didn't even reach for it; the restraint we'd shown inside the club evaporated as soon as the cab started to move. I'm not sure who was on whom first, but I vividly remember her mouth against mine. My hands were all over her, for the first time this night exploring her vast curves, reveling in her astonishing size. I was overwhelmed by the scent of her hair, the touch of her lips, the softness of her bosom as it nearly smothered me. And I nearly lost control when the last shot of bourbon kicked in and I felt her whole body growing within my embrace. We pulled up on front of my apartment. I'm pretty sure the cabbie noticed that a whole lot more woman got out of his cab than had first gotten in, but he didn't comment. We shared a knowing look as he pulled away from the curb. "Whoever made that dress deserves a Nobel Prize," I remarked as Holly carefully made her way up the stairs. It had been designed for someone fairly petite, and right now Holly was anything but. It was practically painted onto her impossible voluptuousness and was clearly straining at every seam, but it held together. But by the looks of things, a deep breath could change that. "Thank God, we made it," she sighed when we finally plopped ourselves down on my sofa. "I can barely breathe in this thing." "Then maybe we should get you out of it," I suggested. "A marvelous idea." We kissed again, but I paused as I was reaching around to unzip her. "You know, there are two ways to get you out of this dress," I said, a devilish grin forming. "The easy way..." I playfully flicked at the zipped that extended down the back of her overtaxed dress, "and the fun way..." I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my flask. I wasn't sure how she'd react. She still wasn't quite done inflating from her last drink. "Oooh," she purred. "You know I'm always up for fun." Holly closed her eyes tilted her head back, and held the flask to her lips. I slowly poured the liquor into her mouth, and she drank it eagerly. My heart quickened; I could clearly hear rising hiss of gas bubbling up within her. I heard the faint groan of of her dress stretching as she filled out even more; even her slender arms were beginning to take on gas. Realizing she could no longer move, Holly opened her eyes and stared at me earnestly. She wanted me to stop. I didn't. Her eyes grew wide as I completely upended the flask. "Mmmmph!" She had no choice. She had to keep drinking. A few stray drops spilled, but soon the flask was empty. I could see she was at least pretending to be annoyed with me. "I think that might have been a bit too much," she gasped, the whisper of voice barely above the increasing hiss of the gas inflating her. She could barely breathe, her body was so tightly squeezed into her dress. "Look what you've done!" "Oh, I'm looking." She was growing rounder with each passing moment. Her dress was riding up her now enormous thighs, and stretched like rubber over the expanding globe of her distended belly. Her breasts were trying to keep pace, but the binding of the cloth forced the to bulge together and upward, pushing at her chin. Her limbs were completely immobile, forced to stick out straight as they were slowly overtaken by her inflating body. "I -- I don't know how much more of this I can take," she squeaked as she cheeks puffed up. The swells of her body, once soft and pillowy, were now fighting against their confines. Her exposed skin was growing shiny with the tension that was building inside her. I was amazed that her dress had held out this long. Holly was almost completely spherical now, and mostly covered in shimmering gold. I laughed softly; she looked like the world's biggest Christmas ornament. And just as I was contemplating what a wonderful gift she'd make, the dress started its surrender. It looked like her bust might strike the killing blow against her garment, but the stitches at her sides gave out first. A soft snap as a tiny rip formed where her waist once was. Swollen ivory flesh bulged out of the opening, and it was all over in seconds. There was a short staccato burst of pops, and with each concession the incredible pressure that was building up inside Holly's body took the opportunity to relieve the strain. A quick crescendo of spreading rips climaxed with a loud bang as shreds of gold were sprayed all around the room. Her entire body surged outward, knocking me off of the couch. Apparently Holly's clothes were the only thing that was keeping her inflation contained, and she was now free to occupy a large portion of my living room. I picked myself up, admiring my work. Holly had fallen out of her seat and rolled along the floor a bit. I had to walk around her to reach her head, and I must admit I was a little surprised at the look of calm bliss on her plump face. "You ok?" I asked. "Yeah, I think I'll be fine," she murmured. "It's not so scary the second time. So now what?" I ran one hand across her drum-tight skin, while the other fiddled with my belt. "I don't know," I replied. "I'm sure I can think of something..."

4327

blowkiss

Female Inflation

Full Body Inflation

None

3.4

5

College was a lot harder than Jenny thought. She was definitely spreading herself a little thin in her extra-curricular activities. Aside from her schoolwork she also had soccer, sustainable living club, running club, and she was pledging to get into a sorority. Jenny gave the impression of being a little flaky, but in reality there was just not enough time for her to do everything. Her top priority, though, was getting into the sorority. Pledging alone was a full time job and she had already gotten past the first few steps of the initiation. The sorority had made Jenny do some stupid things so far in the process, and there was no reason to believe that the future would be any different. Jenny was a very pretty girl. She was only about 5'2'', with baby blue eyes. She had a curvy build, light complexion, and was very popular amongst the guys. What she didn't know was that she was also popular amongst the girls in the sorority. There was going to be a special task Jenny would have to do to get into their sorority. The head of the sorority that Jenny was pledging was a girl named Katie. Katie was also a very attractive girl. She was much taller, about 5'10'' with brilliant green eyes. Katie had a dark tan and looked slightly heavier than Jenny, also having a nice set of curves. Many guys on campus threw themselves at Katie, only to be turned away, because Katie was secretly a lesbian. She used the sorority as a means to surround herself with beautiful girls in the hopes she could score a few relationships out of it. Her intentions were no different with Jenny. Katie was determined to have Jenny. Jenny didn't have much time to get ready for that night's sorority meeting. She flew out of the shower and threw on the first things she grabbed in her closet, a tight light-blue button-down shirt, and a pair of khaki capris. She tucked in her shirt and threw on a belt. After all, she wanted to look slightly dressed-up for the occasion. She hopped into her car and drove quickly over to the house. Jenny arrived at the door of the house just in time for the start of the ceremony. Jenny was nervous because tonight was supposedly the final night of initiation. By morning she would know if she was in the house or not. She was ready to do whatever was necessary to get into this sorority. When she entered the great room of the house, she was greeting by Katie, wearing a low-cut black sweater, which revealed her ample cleavage, and tight jeans. Katie motioned for all the remaining pledgers to sit down. Katie then addressed them, giving each one a task they would have to complete to be allowed into the sorority. One-by-one she went down the row of girls explaining what they would have to do. Each task was different, and some of the pledgers gave up on the spot, knowing there would be no way to complete what Katie asked of them. Others seemed very pleased with what they were assigned to do. Finally it came Jenny's turn to be given a task. "And for you Jenny, all you have to do is to come with me into the next room." Jenny was confused, but she wasn't going to complain. This seemed easy enough. Jenny followed Katie into the adjoining room quickly realizing she was now inside Katie's bedroom. Jenny was getting even more nervous. "I have a special favor to ask of you." Katie said, while motioning for Jenny to be seated on her bed. Katie continued "I have a special interest that I was hoping you could perform for me. I chose you for this specifically." Nervously Jenny asked "....What would I have to do?" Katie, sensing that Jenny might be willing, decided to continue to explain. "I have a fetish that I would like you to act out. I want to make out with you, but when we are kissing, I would like to blow in your mouth as hard as I can. If you do this, I'll make sure you're a part of our group here." Jenny hesitated for awhile, weighing her options carefully. She had never had an encounter with someone of the same gender, and she thought it could be fun. Besides, Jenny thought that Katie was a very pretty girl, and after all, what's the worst that could happen? Finally, Jenny agreed. Katie smiled widely and set down on the bed next to Jenny. She began to play with Jenny's long brown hair. Slowly she reached over and kissed Jenny on the mouth. Before she knew what had hit her, Katie began to blow wildly into Jenny. Katie gently forced Jenny on her back as she continued to blow. Jenny found this fairly exciting and didn't struggle at all. Katie was getting aroused and started to rub Jenny's body as she kept forcing air into her. Soon Jenny noticed that her shirt felt a bit tighter than before. She glanced down only to realize that she was being blown up like a balloon. Jenny's button-down shirt clung tightly to her growing figure. Her taut skin started to become visible between the stretched buttons of the shirt. It wasn't long until some of the buttons couldn't hold back her swelling flesh. The first buttons to give were the ones enclosing her breasts. Katie hardly even seemed to notice the expulsion of the buttons, never slowing down. Jenny's bulging breasts pushed against Katie's body as she blew and blew, running her hands all over Jenny's swollen physique. Jenny, though, made no effort to fight Katie, as she was enjoying the process. As the minutes melted away, the remaining buttons on Jenny's shirt were also no longer able to stand their ground, and had to make way for her surging flesh. Jenny now had an extremely swollen stomach to go along with her now oversized FF-cup breasts. She looked eight months pregnant, but her arms and legs had not yet shown the effect of Katie's forceful breath. Katie kept blowing and blowing. Soon Jenny was so full of air that she was no longer mobile. Katie, realizing this, used it to her advantage. Katie took a short break to catch her breath, and used this opportunity to enjoy her little balloon-toy a little more. She began to kiss Jenny's enormous stomach (now about the size of a beach ball). Jenny simply laid there in quiet reflection, still taking in what had just happened. Jenny thought she could get used to living in a sorority like this. Katie stopped kissing Jenny for a moment and, now revitalized, looked at her creation. "Don't think I'm done with you yet." Katie said. Katie walked over, grabbed Jenny's head and began to blow into her again, this time much more frantic than before. "Mmph!! MMmmmmph!!" was the only noise Jenny could make. Jenny's body began to swell again, this time at a much more rapid pace than before. Her capri pants and belt, which had done a good job holding her stomach in thus far, finally gave way, shooting a button all the way across the room and sending remnants of the belt all over the room. Expelling air at a pace that would make an air tank blush, Katie blew into Jenny. Jenny now had a stomach that was several meters in diameter. She resembled a ball with a head, arms, and legs. Katie finally stopped blowing into Jenny and climbed on top of her giant stomach. She looked sexily down at Jenny and said, "I think you'll be a great fit in our sorority".

301

Female Inflation

Breast Inflation

None

3.5

6

The girl screamed as she noticed her breasts expanding, but the scream of terror soon turned into a moan of pleasure. I stepped back wide-eyed. She shook her head and undid her long blonde hair and let it fall down her back. She turned towards me, her breasts still expanding slowly. She grabbed me and pulled me close to her. Our lips brushed lightly, then we kissed. I could feel her breasts pushing against me. Soon I could feel her stomach pushing out too. She gasped. I was pushed away from her by her extraordinarily large breasts, which were now at least the size of beach balls. She moaned, apparently experiencing a great, sexual feeling. She opened her mouth to moan again but instead what I heard was a strange buzzing sound coming from her. I opened my eyes, and I was back in my room. The buzzing was coming from my alarm clock. I sighed, and got ready for school. It was second hour already and I was in science. I could barely remember what had happened in that dream and I didn't really want to. The teacher was going on about plate tectonics, but I wasn't paying attention. I was fumbling with a note that had been put in my locker. It was obviously written by a girl, because it was neatly written and the i was dotted with a smiley. It said, "meet at the third floor bathroom at about 9:45." The teacher had stopped talking at 9:43. I asked to go to the bathroom and she let mo go. I was standing outside the boys' side of the bathroom. I hadn't been there long, but I was starting to think that this girl wasn't coming. But I stayed. I'm not really the kind of guy that the girls would want to go out with. I was extremely surprised when I had found the note. Few people were in the halls this time of day. I was getting ready to go when I heard the rhythmic thumping of footsteps coming down the hall. I looked to see who it was. It was a girl named Taylor Micks. She was a very cute girl. She had long blonde hair that she usually kept held up in an intricate, but attractive, bun. She had deep blue eyes and delicate facial features. She had not really started to grow her breasts yet, unlike Rachael Amadon (who I suspect really stuffs her bra). But over all, she was pretty cute. I was surprised to see her walking down hear and wondered what she could possibly want with me. I'm not really considered a "ladies' man" if you know what I mean. I started to get a drink from the fountain, just incase she wasn't the one who wrote me a note and I didn't want to look stupid. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I was quickly brought up from my drink. I turned around to see Taylor's face only inches from mine. She dragged me into the girls' side of the bathroom. "I need more," she said "What?" I asked, looking bewildered. "I need more!" she said again, this time a little louder and I was afraid someone might have heard her. "Taylor I seriously have no idea what you're talking about," I whispered, hoping that she would whisper too. "You exactly what I mean," she whispered. "It was just this morning when you did it." "Wait, are you talking about that creepy dream?" I asked, forgetting to whisper. "Yes! But it wasn't a dream to me!" she said and I just stared at her. She moved closer to me and put a hand on my shoulder. "It was the most amazing feeling I ever had, and I would do anything to have it again. Then she kissed me, a long, passionate kiss. I stopped for a second, this being my first real kiss (like I said, I'm not really what you would call a "ladies' man"). Then, for some unfathomable reason, I pushed her back. "Wait but I don't even know how I did it the last time," I said, then hating myself for ending the kiss. "Well all you did was just kinda stepped back, clenched your eyes shut, and you did it," said Taylor. I raised one eyebrow, something I love being able to do. Then, almost just to amuse her, I stepped back and closed m eyes. I pictured what I could remember from the dream, which seemed to be a lot more now. Suddenly I heard Taylor gasp. I opened my eyes and I could see that her breast really had grown. "Oh my freaking GOD!" I practically yelled. "No, don't stop," she said, almost as if she was out of breath. I closed my eyes again and pictured her breasts getting even bigger. I opened my eyes to see and it happened. Taylor threw back her head and moaned. "Yes, that's it," she breathed. Her breasts were now the size of cantaloupes. "Like I said before," Taylor said as she stepped towards me and rubbed her newly ample breasts against me. "I will do anything for this." "Anything?" I asked, raising one eyebrow.

2726

balloon, floating, voodoo

Female Inflation, Male Inflation

Full Body Inflation

None

4.1

14

Caitlyn was impressed by the attention her activities had been receiving. The press caught hold of the story early. People floating over the city had a tendency to get excellent press. The police had been following the story closely at the urging of the civil aviation authority because of the air traffic hazard posed by human balloons drifting at the whim of the wind.Most pleasing, members of the inflation community seemed to be choosing the past two weeks to take their holidays, several announcing plans to visit London and likely many more keeping similar plans quiet. Certainly, the Friday morning 5:50 train to Edgeware had been getting busier.Caitlyn thought back over the past two months of Friday morning mischief. Three incidents stood out as favourites. The first. He couldn't have known what hit him. No press presaged the incident. She'd just gotten lucky that day. Such a surprising subject too. Skin-heads were hardly her type but the reaction was unmistakable. How had he blushed under so many tattoos? She'd seen to it he knew the connection and he followed her home like a lost puppy. Giving him the slip was easy, stupid thug, and his cursing and threats made his growing predicament all the funnier.Caitlyn felt pretty safe that none of her victims would ever reveal the key to their humiliation to the general media. Who wants all the world to know they were excited by inflating body parts? No-one. That's who. Skin-head told a tale of being overpowered and tortured by a rival gang to explain away his distended, naked form when he finally landed. Pity his flight was so short. Would have been funny to have him land somewhere his tattoos might have raised eyebrows and pitchforks.Next on the hit parade came the nurse from three weeks ago. Sweet faced, a little jaded after night shift. Her tired, bored slump against the window transformed to instant alertness when she felt her breasts shift and swell beneath that cute uniform. Caitlyn had kept track of the media response to her actions but it still seemed the victims just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Perhaps the community was larger than she ever considered possible.Nursey also blushed, but there was more a sense of pleasure at the change than in any earlier incident. The girl had preened and thrust her chest forward at other passengers, feigning surprise that her pnuematic boobs were getting in other people's personal space. Perhaps she thought she was lucid dreaming, perhaps she was an extrovert trapped in an introvert's stereotypes, but she looked like she was having fun, particularly when the second breath went into the balloon. The breasts bloomed fit to put the uniform under severe strain and there was a noticeable change in height as her buttocks accepted their share of dress filling attention.The girl beamed and bounced, exaggerating the motion of the train through her tautly inflated cheeks, causing her excessive chest to flail about, held in check only by heavily starched cotton. Caitlyn didn't mess around revealing herself to her new friend. She carried the balloon over, sat before the girl and made a big show of preparing to give it another breath, only to release the neck and grin as her traveling companion shrank back into her seat, chest receding. The disappointment, the promise of better things to come, the shared confidences about desires and fantastic ambitions made the young nurse's decision to alter her morning routine inevitable.Caitlyn never hid her destination as she led her new friend home, inflating and deflating the balloon with every few steps, enjoying the squeals and squeaks she evoked. Nursey was welcome anytime she chose to come visiting, but Caitlyn worried the floating had spooked her new friend, who seemed to be focused more on the inflation side of things. Ah well, each to their own.Floating wasn't the big ticket item for everyone. However, it was the big ticket item for some of the newly familiar faces she'd noticed on the train and this led her to the third favourite memory. The first time she'd realised her victim was there specifically in the hope they would be inflated and allowed to float away. Word had gotten around, someone on the web had put the pieces together a few jumps ahead of the press and suddenly there was a passenger obviously there for one reason only.The balloons were a bit too obvious. Caitlyn waited 'til the last minute before revealing her hand to the new punter and only gave the merest breath into the balloon she carried before stepping off the train. There was a frantic, helium filled rush through the closing doors and some popping was incurred. She and the voluptuous woman stood dead still as the train left, the clutch of balloons swaying in the departing breeze. Caitlyn, balloon hanging limp from her lips, smiled and blew gently, finding her smile returned as the woman allowed her trench coat to fall open, revealing a latex catsuit below which her breasts began to blossom.That walk home had involved many extra breaths in the balloon and the pair arrived at Caitlyn's house walking slowly, the waddling if the distended, ponderous female and the balloons she mimicked. The clothing proved remarkably resilient and held the bloated curves despite Caitlyn's best efforts to burst it off her victim before the lift exceeded the breaking strain of the make shift tether.Marcie caught the train each week for the rest of her holiday and made several passes down Caitlyn's street. Caitlyn kept a low profile. Marcie caught her eye as she collected the mail once, but clearly the number of people casually walking dogs, reading news papers while leaning on lamp posts and meandering around the block made a second encounter impossible.Marcie42 wrote up the experience at Floatsyourboat on returning home to the states and several artists had tried to capture the story in pictures. Caitlyn was quite pleased at one portrayal of her character, but some images found their way into the papers (though no journo would admit to holding membership to the closed community of the website) and that was the dam buster.The train was crowded when Caitlyn joined it. Every fifth person held a balloon. Too plain plain clothes police made themselves obvious with their carefully studied nonchalance. Cameras sat, barely concealed on the laps of hacks in pursuit of a scoop. She stepped down the aisle, slinky red dress speaking of last night's party girl on her way home, belied by the confident striding despite the train's swaying.At the end of the carriage she turned and reached a hand into her cleavage and pulled out a balloon. Every eye had followed her progress and this new development drew audible gasps. She took a seat and waited a few stops, enjoying having such rapt, silent attention. Her stop approached and she was faced with the choice of revealing her hand or pretending she was a hoaxer. One would involve a life of difficult police questions, constant media attention and endless stalking from the dysfunctional members of the inflation community. The other would mean walking away from her hobby, perhaps forever. She imagined having twenty, thirty, maybe even forty people follow her home, watch her enter her house, see her arrange the helium cylinder and watch her inflate the balloon through her front window, inflating and floating off in a confused, happy, multi-coloured cloud.Could she pull it off before there was police door break downing and question asking? She raised the balloon to her lips and the entire train drew in a breath with her. She smiled as the train pulled into her station and loosed her breath. The frantic covering of crotches, fondling of breasts, and flashing of cameras sealed her fate and she set about getting as many human balloons airborne as the next half hour would allow.

2771

first person

Female Inflation

Breast Inflation

None

4

4

It wasn't easy for a girl like me to find a suitable vehicle to drive about, especially in my condition that sometimes seemed to afflict me at the oddest moments. I needed a new car to tote my little balloon body around in. I needed something roomy and economical, partly so I would have money to continue buying my custom-made wardrobe. One Saturday afternoon I slipped into a slinky yellow outfit and headed to the car dealerships that littered the town's major shopping district. My junky old rust bucket carted my big buttocks across town, where I found the first of the dealerships I wanted to investigate. The dealership was said to have the best prices and vehicles around. "Roomy and affordable," they claimed in their advertisements. I pulled into the dealership and parked. Aa young rather handsome salesman said seeming to appear out of nowhere. "Good afternoon, young lady. I'm Mark. May I help you? Are you looking for something specific?" His gaze rested on the low cut front of my yellow outfit. "I'm looking for something that will accommodate my, um...body," I told him directly. I always believed in being up-front with everyone--especially if my "up front" could expand at a moment's notice. "How about this little number?" Mark smiled, all teeth, as he pointed out a little red Volkswagen. He opened the door and gestured me in to take a seat behind the wheel. I slipped in and squirmed my way into the seat, my yellow dress riding up a bit. "Feels good?" he questioned watching me squirm and my breasts shimmy in the yellow top. "Feels great. But will it hold me?" I smiled up at the cute guy. "Will it hold you? It seems to hold you just fine," he said then he blinked and I giggled as his eyes locked onto my chest. I sat back in the seat and inhaled deeply, feeling the warm afternoon air fill my lungs and push my chest upwards. The air wasn't only filling my lungs, though--and poor Mark could attest to that as he watched my bust swell up bigger, rounder, fatter than any girl's chest he had ever seen. I cranked the seat back as my inflating boobs touched the steering wheel. "Gosh, the car sure does seem big enough," I said as the yellow dress filled out snug with my beachball-sized breasts. My nipples had popped up and were swelling against the taut fabric. "But what about my boobs? Are they big enough?" I added, awkwardly moving around so I was sitting just within the door frame of the car. My billowing ballooning breasts were rounding out gently nudging my lap. I smiled cutely at the salesman as I inhaled deeply through my nose. My yellow top bulged out further and further. My fattening bosoms surpassed beachball status as they wedged me in the door frame and pushed out bigger. The yellow top stretched and stretched as two huge mounds of inflating bust line bulged up in the neck line of the dress. I giggled as the huge warm expanding breasts nudged my chin. I kissed both swelling globes, leaving lipstick marks on the pink upsurging flesh. Finally I stopped the inflation and sat there. I was wedged in the door frame of the car with my huge boobs almost hiding my head. "What do you think?" I asked Mark the car salesman. He stood there staring, mouth agape. "You won't need air bags," he stammered.

143

floating, helium

Female Inflation

Full Body Inflation

None

3.6

7

While setting up for a party, Jesse makes an amazing discovery. She decides to use it to teach Teresa a lesson. Teresa and Jesse had been decorating for a party. They didn't have a choice but to work together. Jesse had disliked Teresa for a long time. Teresa was pretty, but a whiner. Jesse wasn't so great in appearance. "Blow up the balloons," Teresa demanded Jesse. "Do it yourself. I'm making the cake." Replied Jesse. "It'll ruin my complexion!" cried Teresa. Jesse sighed, "You need to get over it. The party starts in an hour." Teresa had been bothering Jesse all day. Excuses, excuses were all she had heard. Since this wasn't either of the girls' apartment, Jesse looked around curiously. She wanted to do something to Teresa to give herself some amusement. She decided to take a break from fixing the cake up and look to see if there was anything she could do. Jesse walked into a somewhat abandoned-looking room with a lot of cleaning materials and such. At the back corner, she saw some kind of large tank. The label read, "Helium," There was also a long tube extending from the tank. Beside it, there was a silver platinum catsuit. Jesse, puzzled, walked toward where all this was. There was a photo album on the ground that she had toppled upon. She picked it up and began to look through it. It was her friend, the one the girls were throwing the party for, Christina, in all the photos. Jesse gasped as she looked through, seeing Christina in the catsuit with the helium tube in her mouth. There was also another girl turning the switch of the tank, blowing up Christina. This gave Jesse a great, devious idea to get back at Teresa. Without hesitation, she only took the catsuit. "Hey Teresa!" called Jesse. "What?" Teresa whined. "Look what I found!" Jesse showed her the silver, shiny catsuit. Teresa gasped in amazement. "Let me see!" exclaimed Teresa as she snatched it from Jesse, "I don't care whose this is, I'm wearing it for the party!" She got up and went to the bathroom to change. "Phase 1, complete," Jesse said to herself. Teresa came back with the catsuit on. It was extremely tight, but with her slim figure, she didn't look fat. Jesse was a bit jealous, but that would soon change. "Um, Teresa..." mumbled Jesse. "Yeah?" asked Teresa. It seemed as if Teresa was warming up to Jesse. She wasn't as rude as she used to be before. Jesse didn't care though, she was still a whiner, which bothered her a lot. She was going to go through with her plan. "Do you want to try something really cool?" Jesse asked. "Okay, sure," Teresa answered. "Okay. First, stand over there." Jesse pointed to an area with no items around. It was empty. "Okay..." Teresa obeyed, confused. "Stay there and don't move. You can't move. Also, close your eyes." Commanded Jesse. "Alright," Teresa replied. Teresa had never disliked Jesse, but she always knew Jesse was somewhat jealous of her. She thought maybe whatever Jesse was about to do might bring them closer together... she has no idea what's actually up Jesse's sleeve... or tube. Jesse came back into the room, carrying the helium tank, along with the tube attached. Teresa, still standing still, kept her eyes shut. Jesse went over to a table and saw a blindfold. She placed it over Teresa's eyes. "What's this for?" Teresa questioned. "You'll see," replied Jesse, "Don't worry, this'll be fun." Jesse brought the tank closer to Teresa. "Open your mouth," Jesse said, "I know this seems weird... and you'll feel a bit... light... but you'll enjoy this." Surprisingly, Teresa didn't ask anything. Obeying, she opened her mouth a bit. Jesse placed the tube (mouthpiece) in her mouth. "Now close," Jesse requested. Teresa obeyed. "Now the fun begins, heh heh heh," chuckled Jesse under her breath. Jesse began to turn the switch of the helium tank on. A hissing sound came from the tube. Teresa started to make sounds from her astonishment. She couldn't see it, but the helium was inflating her body. Her cheeks puffed up as the air filled her. Her chest began to grow large, like two big balls. She started to feel her stomach bloat outwards, as her back and butt did the same. Teresa started to make the noises again. She thought to herself, "Jesse is blowing me up like a big balloon! I can't get this hose out of my mouth either! Oh, I hope I don't pop!" Teresa was growing bigger and bigger. The catsuit was becoming ever so tight. With her body still expanding, Jesse laughed her head off. "The guests will sure get a 'bounce' out of this!" exclaimed Jesse. Teresa got more round, with her cheeks still puffed, her stomach blowing up. Her stomach was beginning to get so big, her arms went from her sides up to her ears. She resembled a large, silver ball. "So big," Teresa thought, "I'm still growing. I can't move at all! I'm going to pop!" As if reading Teresa's mind, Jesse said, "I won't let you pop. I have a better idea." Jesse walked over to Teresa, with a cork in her hand. She removed the tube from Teresa's mouth and quickly replaced it with the cork so no air would escape. Slowly, but noticeably, Teresa felt extremely light. She was so large and spherical, she couldn't see her feet. Even with the cork in her mouth, her cheeks were still puffed. Without warning, she felt even lighter. She was beginning to float! Her feet were no longer touching the ground. Instead, she floated towards the ceiling, bounced on it. The only thing she could move at all was her hands. She began to flap them as if she was swimming so she could try to move a bit. "So, how is it? Being a party balloon and all?" Jesse asked, laughing and proud of what she had accomplished. There was a knock on the door. Jesse went to answer it. All the guests had arrived at the same time. As they walked into the main room, they saw Teresa, ballooned, floating on the ceiling. "That's a really cute balloon, Jesse!" exclaimed a young girl. "Where's Teresa?" asked another girl. "Well," Jesse replied, "Let's just say she was full of hot air today,"

4451

balloon, magic

Female Inflation

Full Body Inflation

None

3.6

7

It was Stephanie's 18th birthday and she wasn't in a birthday-mood at all. "Cheer up, Steph, will ya," Danielle patted her friend on the shoulder. "He was such a jerk anyway. You know you'll meet the right guy soon." Despite the comforting words, Stephanie snapped at her friend: "I'm sick and tired of this, I really am. You're so happy with David, while I always get together with the wrong ones – what's your secret?" Obviously, Stephanie didn't know what an interesting question she'd just posed. Danielle pushed her straight dark brown hair behind her ears and whispered: "Ok, I'll tell you." Stephanie looked at her with a confused look in her face. "What?" – "The secret, you know... why we're so happy together." – "Dani, what are you talking about?" – "I used a secret spell. It's called the 'Kiss of Eternal Love'... You remember I told you my Mom was into witchcraft and that kind of stuff. Well, I didn't really believe in it, but I tried it and, well, we've been going steady for years now." – "How does it work?" – "What, you want to try it, Steph?" – "Course. If it worked for you... it's my birthday and this is what I want as a present." Stephanie's dark, curly hair hung down in front of her face as she bent forward towards the glass. She gently pushed it back as she listened to Danielle repeating some strange words. Then she pursed her lips and lowered them into the glass of water (mixed with several herbs prepared by Danielle). She then raised her head again and planted a kiss on a paper heart Danielle had cut out before. "...and like the kiss that's given to the paper heart, the next kiss will provide eternal love for both and they will dwell together forever enamored." Danielle completed the spell as Stephanie dried off her lips. The heard the doorbell ring. The first guests were arriving. Danielle placed the book with the spells in a drawer so that none of the party guests would discover it and observed: "We got done just in time." Stephanie looked at Danielle, raised her eyebrows, pursed her lips and said: "Ready to go..." Stephanie knew Dwayne would be at the party and she was ready to plant the charmed kiss on him, making him fall deeply in love with her and her falling even deeper in love with him instantly. The guests were quickly arriving, even though Stephanie and Danielle were still busy decorating the house; they had obviously lost some time while preparing the spell. There he was. Tall and handsome, every girl's dream: Dwayne. Oh, that smile! Stephanie quietly sighed and turned to Danielle, who was beginning to blow up some balloons. "So sexy!" Danielle took the blue balloon she was inflating out of her mouth and asked: "What, the balloons?" – "No, silly! Look, Dwayne's arrived. Oh, I can't wait to kiss him." – "I wish you two the best luck... not that you need it, though... but I could use some help here, Steph!" Under great difficulty, Stephanie managed to take her eyes off Dwayne. She grabbed a large red balloon from the bag Danielle was holding out for her and took it in her mouth. Stephanie's lips firmly held the mouth of the balloon as she took a deep breath and blew life into the red piece of rubber. "That's funny, this balloon tastes awfully good," she thought to herself as she continued blowing it up. She reached out to measure its size and couldn't help but think that the balloon felt wonderful as well. She consciously inhaled to smell the balloon and it was amazing – she had never smelled anything better than that red balloon. As if she was in a trance, she took the balloon from her mouth, tied a knot in it and held it up to look at it: She was in love. At that moment, Dwayne came over towards her. "Hey, you look real good in that dress there, Steph'. Oh, and of course, happy birthday." He leaned forward and gave her a gentle kiss right near her lips. "How about I go and get us somethin' to drink," he said with a sly smile and walked off. Stephanie pressed the balloon against her body and she felt goose bumps everywhere. The kiss had meant nothing to her, though only moments before she would have been likely to faint. She was glad to see Dwayne leave again, for now she could devote herself to her new love completely. She took the inflated balloon in her mouth as if to kiss him. She closed her eyes and pressed him closer to her face, feeling his rubbery skin give way to the contours of her face. Her desire was building up tremendously. This type of contact was not enough. The difference between them pained Stephanie. She wanted to be more like her love, to feel just like him, so rubbery and inflatable. She quickly ran into the kitchen, where she knew Danielle's book of spells was hidden. There had to be something useful in there. Dwayne returned to where Stephanie had been standing with the two drinks in his hand and a puzzled look on his face. Danielle, who had been away briefly, was also just returning to blow up some more balloons. "Hey, what's up?" – "Have you seen Steph'. She was just here a minute ago playing around with that red balloon and I went to get her some drinks, but now she's gone." When Danielle heard about Stephanie playing with the balloon, she suddenly realized that making her inflate the balloon wasn't such a good idea. When she took the balloon into her mouth, it was as if she had kissed it... so now, she was in love with that balloon! Danielle started feeling extremely guilty. She had to do something about it immediately – she had to undo the spell. "Eh... maybe she just went to the bathroom. Well, sorry, but I gotta go get something from the kitchen. I'm sure Steph' will be right back. Don't worry, she couldn't wait for you to come," Danielle added with a grin before walking off to sneak into the kitchen. Dwayne couldn't conceal his satisfaction about Danielle's last remark. That Steph' sure was one hell of a girl, he thought to himself. His eyes lit up as he saw Stephanie enter the room again. She had been in the kitchen. Dwayne smirked as he thought to himself: "Pretty funny how Dani just went into the kitchen through the one door in the same moment Steph' walked out the other one." We moved across the room towards Stephanie, who was suddenly climbing up onto the table, still holding the red balloon in her hands, as if she were about to make an announcement. The house was quite full with guests by now and they all looked over at Stephanie, eager to hear what she was about to say. Stephanie's eyes sparkled as she surveyed the room. She proudly held her red balloon in her arms, feeling his puffed up body while she stood up there. She held him up for everyone to see: "This is the most beautiful balloon in the whole world and I feel so very fortunate to have him." She almost had to cry and it was difficult for her to speak. "I... I want to be just like him and so I put a spell on myself... and now..." She looked at her beautiful toy. "Now I am inflatable just like you." She looked back up at the crowd. "I'm inflatable like a balloon and I want you to blow me up!" She leapt off the table, cautious not to drop the balloon and walked right up to Michelle, who was standing closest to her. "Blow some of your air into me right now," she demanded. Michelle was completely confused, but when Stephanie opened her mouth and pressed it against Michelle's, she did as she was told and blew into Stephanie. "Oh, that felt good," Stephanie called out and turned towards Andrew, who was standing next to Stephanie. "Come on, Andrew, give me all you've got." Stephanie leaned up towards him and soon felt his air blowing in through her mouth and into her body. Everyone in the room gasped in amazement as with the second blow, Stephanie's breasts suddenly started to inflate. With the first surprising sign of success, everyone in the room suddenly wanted to join in the fun. This was the craziest thing they had ever seen: An inflatable girl. They began taking turns, blowing air into Stephanie who was loving every minute of her inflation. Danielle soon found the heart Stephanie had kissed to create the spell. She took a brief look at it and tore it in half. The spell was broken. Stephanie had no idea what was happening. She was standing in the middle of the room with a big, red balloon in her mouth and her body was all blown up. Her tits were just as big as the red balloon and the size of her belly made her look pregnant. Everyone was cheering, "Blow her up, blow her up!", all of her friends, everyone at her birthday party. She was being turned into a balloon! But what was even worse, she could barely move because she was so inflated already. She spit the balloon from her mouth and called for help, but everyone only seemed to think she was kidding. Suddenly, she realized what was about to happen next. She saw Dwayne and David kneeling behind her... and she didn't have her pants on anymore. They were sticking something into her butt. "Now we'll blow you up some more, Steph'," Dwayne announced. Boy, was he glad that he didn't get together with her. Stephanie was a weirdo alright. But it was fun to blow her up, of course. "Start pumping, David!" David stood up and now Stephanie could see that they had brought a bicycle pump and were going to use it to pump up her ass. "Don't pump me up, don't pump me up – I don't want a balloon-butt! Somebody help me!" Stephanie looked around the room. Everyone was laughing at her and they had a good reason too. Stephanie looked like a blimp, but her body didn't even have a real shape to it anymore. Parts of her body, like her tits and her belly were sticking out, whereas her arms and legs – though she couldn't move them – still looked quite normal. Suddenly, Catherine and Julia came up to her and stuck a helium-balloon in her mouth. Stephanie was unable to defend herself and the two girls squeezed all the gas out of the balloon and into Stephanie. Instantly, Stephanie felt her boobs start to rise up into the air a bit. "You're turning my breasts into helium-balloons," she cried. "I don't want to be a balloon-girl, I want..." She was cut off by the sudden expansion of her butt. David was beginning to pump her ass up. "Stop it – nooooo!" Stephanie felt humiliated. Soon she'd be a round ball if her so-called friends kept inflating her. Finally, she heard a voice joining her in her plea to make the others stop inflating her. It was Danielle. "Stop blowing Steph' up, stop it, all of you!" She raced up to her and pushed the others away. "Hey, what are you doing, honey," asked David, who was still busy pumping up Stephanie. "Steph' told us to inflate her. Now join in on the fun or step back... she's gonna get much bigger!" Stephanie looked at Danielle and cried out: "Stop them... I don't want to be blown up anymore... I, I used one of your spells." Danielle looked at Stephanie and then turned and began to walk away. "No... I'm sorry, Dani! Please don't go... I don't want to be a balloon!" But all Stephanie could do was watch as Danielle made her way through the crowd again and then others continued blowing her up like a balloon. Stephanie saw the red balloon in the hands of one of the guests. She managed to grab it from him even though she could hardly move and angrily burst it. Then it was time for Catherine and Julia to stick the next helium-balloon in her mouth to make her breasts float and for David and Dwayne to pump up her butt. Suddenly, though, something strange began to happen. It happened to Catherine first. The moment she touched Stephanie, her body began to shrink, but at the same time, she was taking up a round, inflated form. Quickly, she had turned into an orange balloon with a long neck – completely inflated and close to bursting. However, no one except for Stephanie seemed to notice. Everyone kept going up to her, wanting to inflate her, but everyone was instantly turned into a balloon. "What's going on," Stephanie asked out loud, as Julia was transformed into a balloon right in front of her eyes. She turned around to see Dwayne and David reach for her huge butt. "Will you take a look at these cheeks," Dwayne called out. Stephanie looked at him full of rage for doing this to her. And to think she used to have a crush on him! She couldn't help but laugh the minute the two rubbed their faces against her butt-cheeks. They quickly shrunk and inflated and became two blue balloons. "Hey, Stacy," Stephanie called out. "Could you come over here and stick the hose into my butt a little bit better. I think it got loose. Oh, and why don't you pop those two blue balloons. They're really in my way." Stacy came over right away. Stephanie couldn't stand her in that extremely short skirt of hers that always displayed her extremely long legs and made sure everyone could see her wiggle her ass as she walked. Stacy picked up the two balloons that were Dwayne and David and asked in her annoying voice: "These two?" – "Yeah," Stephanie grinned as Stacy pressed the balloons against her tiny tits and burst them with her fingernails. "And Stacy... could you see about the hose now too?" Stacy reached for the hose in Stephanie's butt and naturally touched her huge, inflated butt-cheeks. "Oh..." she said with a blank expression in her face. "Time for you to become the inflated airhead you really are, Stacy," beamed Stephanie. "Huh?" asked Stacy as she became a tiny pink balloon within seconds. Soon Stephanie was standing in the room all alone in a sea of colorful balloons, still inflated ridiculously with her huge tits, stomach and butt. She heard the kitchen door open and saw Denise walk over to her. Stephanie felt very guilty and couldn't look at Danielle at first, but then she remembered she had to tell her about the balloon-transformation. "Don't touch me, or you'll be turned..." – "I know, Steph', I made that spell so that they would all finally leave you alone. I'm sorry, this is all my fault. I gave you the balloon to blow up – you fell in love with it and then wanted to be like a balloon yourself. If I hadn't given you the balloon, none of this would have happened." – "It's ok, Dani, it's my fault. I did it at my own risk and you couldn't have known I would want to turn myself into this-" she pointed at her inflated body in general, her two perfectly round, floating helium-breasts in particular. "-I'm a balloon-girl. I don't supposed you know how to change me back, do you?" – "Well, actually, all I have to do is push all the air back out of you... of course, you'll still be inflatable for the rest of your life, but I don't mind." Stephanie looked at Danielle. "What do you mean?" She saw the heart Danielle was holding in her hand and she could feel Danielle's breath on her lips. Danielle was right in front of her face. "Don't worry, I won't become a balloon when I touch you, I'm immune against that." She stroked Stephanie's curly, dark hair, then began to massage her inflated helium-tits. "But I think we were made for each other..." Danielle kissed Stephanie with all her might and wrapped her arms as far as she could around Stephanie's beautiful, inflated body.

36859

cake, chubby, halfling

Female Inflation

Belly Inflation, Stuffing

Messy

4.1

9

"Tradition is there for a reason: it was found good and worth keeping. Change for change's sake is a sign of Chaos, don't you agree?"-- Stirlander Noble Stubby figure moved back and forth along the alley, formed by a completely normal human house and a disgustingly tall and plain fence. "Like, who the hell of this bumpkins would ever make all this planks so smooth?!" Felda was still sweaty from her previous attempt to storm the damned obstacle, breathing heavily from both tiredness and anger. Beyond the wall there was wealth. The man who lived there was a trader or something - she didn't really care, but she knew for sure that he was rich. That drunk in a tavern yesterday had a rather long tongue yet a very bad attention, so getting his key was a child's play. It wasn't a direct pass to the house through - but a one to a cabin in the orchard. And if the drunk was to be believed, the spare key from the house was 'hidden' in there, under a doormat. "Child's... play..." Halfling repeated her thought, now out loud, between deep breaths, preparing for yet another jump. And whatever one could say about the actual plan, this exact stage wasn't going to be easy. As most of her kinsfolk, Felda was, well, full-figured. Every part of her body was a sign of that, from cutely rounded face, adorned with freckles; down to round, ripe breasts, barely contained by her somewhat unfitting shirt; to the soft bulge visibly poking over her belt that was her belly, again, thanks to the smallness of the same shirt; and so nicely it transfered to the fat thighs, hugged tight by Felda's belowed slinky trousers of bretonnian fashion; the view of how the latter contained her plump yet taut butt could certainly send even the cleanest soul right to Slaanesh, if it wasn't hidden under floors of a long teal coat. Once again, with a loud squeak, Felda launched her chubby body up, this time finally closing her fingers on top of the fence. Huffing and puffing, she pulled her self up and over the hedge, thoughtfully silencing yet another squeak as she fell down in bushes. Quickly she stood up, removing her orange curls from the face, and made her way out of noisy vegetation. Now she was on the enemy territory. And even though the drunken servant said everyone will be... "Out. For a party." Felda would surely facepalm if she wouldn't be frozen in terror. There was, like, more than ten pairs of round, confused eyes staring right at her. Children. Why didn't he mentioned it will be a birthday party?! Right in the orchard, emperor's ass! "Um... hello." Said the halfling with a trembling voice. Dammit! Alright... just calm down. Indeed, a single wrong word, and they'll scream and run for their parents, and then she's doomed - no way she can quickly bypass that fence again. But. There were a heckload of the right words to say.See, Felda was pretty aware of a certain local tradition. All haflings probably were. That's why she was one of those very few bold deceivers, who lived here, in Wordern. Though what she was going to do was risky even by their standarts. "Here I am, the halfling, for yer sweets n' treats to steal!" Felda said in an overly dramatic manner, complete with gestures and all, and parodying the stereotypical accent humans believed every halfling had. By the looks on kids faces, some excited and some ashamed for beholding such awkward buffoonery, redhead thief could say they swallowed the bait. Well, most of them. "Shouldn't it be, you know, a dummy?" Asked the most well dressed boy, surely the hero of the occasion. "A dummy? 'Tis for the poor." She smiled, winking at the boy with one of her huge green eyes. "Haha! Erich is poor!" A voice could be heard from the back, followed by another one's angry responce: "Bullshit!" "I don't know..." continued the boy "Dad said Herbert will bring the... 'dummy' or whatever." "Oh, that dru-u... I mean, Herbert, yeah. He's sick." "He's drunk." The boy corrected her with a sigh, and she nodded, relieved. He was just clever enough to be manipulated. Perfect. "But after all, today yer a one more year closer to adult, aye? Ain't ya all here old enough to do all by yerself?" she asked daringly, picking up the 'shortie-speak' again. Not waiting for the answer she walked up to the table loaded with yummy foodstuffs. Of course, this whole performance was only a play for time, but the truth is, Felda had no idea what else she could do. She was just hoping some chance to escape will appear later, like, kids will grow tired or she'll send them after something. So she needed to play along for now. Also, she was quite hungry, and gods know if there'll be any other chance in her life to taste some of these sweets! Precisely as her role dictated, she took a bite from a piece of creamy cake, and then another, and another, and licked her fingers as she finished. It was fantastic! And so she continued. One more piece, two more. A handful of candy from this bowl and that. The halfling girl happily stuffed her face, only taking breaks to tell a joke or two for little ones' entertainment. First few minutes kids too enjoyed the treats, but them being kids, they hadn't such an appetite as Felda had. Some of them were playing around now, forgetting any suspision they could have about the tresspasser. And that was good. What was bad, is a couple of kids who watched curiously as Felda ate. Not if that was unsettling by any chance - halflings always attracted unwanted attention in this town, she used to it long ago. But if they were to join their friends instead, she could easily got away right now and wouldn't have to continue... this. Of a large tiered cake more than a quarter already dissapeared. Even taking in account the pieces children ate, no less than a quarter was now inside Felda. And though her belly pushed over the belt only slightly more than usual, she was starting to feel full. "Need help?" Asked Erich, breaking the halfling out of her trance. "Nope!" She answered, forcing a smile, and quickly showing another piece in her mouth. And as she continued, she begun to visibly bloat. When there was around a half of the cake left, the pale flesh of her belly could already be seen between the buttons of her steadily stretching shirt; yet her audience numbers stayed the same, some kids looking even more interested as Felda was slowly blowing up. Closing to another quarter, there was a sound of torn fabric, and with two ringing sounds buttons on girl's belly popped. Attracted by the sounds, two of the kids who were playing nearby walked up to Felda, staring at the now bared soft orb of her stomach. One of them even poked it and soon after the second one did the same. andnbsp;Now that was just embarrassing, but the thief was too afraid to do anything about it. She just kept on gorging herself, only letting out a muffled "Oh!" and blushing, as for this time little finger was shoved right into her belly button. At least that violation of personal space was final from their side. The cake, however, wasn't going to give up so quickly. One more quarter left. The mere thought of it made Felda sick. She looked down at the rising bulge beneath her breasts and then up to the kids. Still eagerly watching little brats. The girl reached out to her belt, undoing it, and after a short thought, did the same to the button on her pants. She let out a sigh of relief, gently rubbing her round, squishy middle with one hand and proceeding her feast with another. To be fair, it felt kinda good. Not the same way good that it was when she begun, no. More in a way that a proper lady would never mention. But Felda wasn't a proper lady, she was a halfling. An impulsive and mouthy creature, with intense need for emotional sharing. "I'm so fucking stuffed!" She said and moaned, her swift hand gathering the last crumbs from a plate where there was once a glorious, rich cake. She licked each of the fingers and then tenderly caressed her distended stomach with both hands. Her words, no matter how dirty, were definitely to the point - she was enormous. Like a sack of leather balls! Like a small squig! Or even a nurgling! Or a full pinata on a nice birthday party. "So, is that it?" asked on of the boys in a creepy monotone "I'll go get the clubs." Halfling's eyes widened in fear as she realised what kind of trap situation she joyfully put herself into. "No, no, no! Wait! I ain't done yet!" Felda babbled, as she quickly moved a bowl of candy closer and started to ravage it. While everyone else were obviously amazed at haflings capacity, 'get the clubs' guy returned on his chair with the same bored look. He was like that from the very beginning: dour, not chit-chatting with his peers, just looking at her. As she shoved more and more sweets in her mouth, she feverishly tried to come up with any, now really ANY plan to escape from here as soon as possible. But no. Nothing. No matter how hard she tried. Even the simple running away wouldn't work now. Because she screwed it all, stuffing herself into a food balloon! She didn't thought it could come to this. Up until now it all seemed like a... child's play. Meanwhile, with each minute candies numbers were thinning, and Felda's form was thickening. Weird mixes of pain, pleasure, fear and excitement were flowing through halflings bloated body, made stronger by each handful of candy, as she swallowed them hard, and by each thought of terrible beating that would for no doubt rupture her now so stretched skin like pinata's fabric. She panted and moaned between the gulps, not even paying attention for how some of the kids' started to look frightened. The only thing she could focus on was the sound of the creepy boy steadily tapping his fingers. And when there was no more food on the table, the unfortunate thief grabbed the last thing left - a jug of milk. Raising it with a huff, Felda finally failed at keeping the ballance of her swollen form. Though she softly landed on her fat butt, her belly warningly groaned. It wasn't soft anymore, no. It was filled to the brim and hard as rock, the pale skin shiny from sweat and tautness. Felda had a plan. She knew it was risky. In fact, it was total madness. But it could be her only chance to get away in one piece. "Kids... maybe... we can make a little bet here... shall we?" Never before she'd thought that it could be so hard to breath in to say a word. Some kids nodded and some shrugged in responce. Good enough. "I will... drink the jug down to the bottom... and if I do... you won't beat me... alright?" "Deal." Answered the birthday boy after a bit of thinking, and the halfling let out a short laugh. She opened the jug, pushed it into her lips and slowly raised it over her head. The milk flowed into her mouth and down her throat. Her belly once again gurgled in protest. She knew there was no way she could drink the whole thing. The pressure within was too much already - even from her perspective she could see the pink stain spreading from her belly button. She cheated as much as she could: milk flew over her mouth, wetting her shirt and soothing the stretched skin of her stomach with it's coldness. But still, she kept growing. There was a sound as if someone blew into a balloon. And then again. And again. And again. And with each gulp the living pinata made. Each time louder than the previous one, to the point where it sounded almost like... CREEAAK Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. CREEEAAAK Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. CREEEEAAAAK Felda dropped the empty jug, gasping for air. "I - Ooooh - I did..." Kids watched in awe, some with their mouths hang open. It would be dead silent in here, if not for creaks, groans and gurgles coming from the colossal sphere near the table. Nobody knew what should they do or what should happen next. Except for the bored boy. Engineers son. He knew she couldn't possibly do that. And he was right. And he knew he was right. And as he unobtrusively walked to the nearest tree, the inevitable was coming closer and closer. Felda could feel it, deep within her gargantuan body. A feeling so familiar, it would never terrify her in any other situation. But now it did. "Kids, I..." Her whole body was struck with some kind of short impulse. But she was holding it. "I think, I..." It happened again. "I think, I might..." It was rising again, and she knew it was the end. "I might~ hiccup!" KA-BLAM With a shattering bang, the overstuffed halfling exploded, splattering the area with cream, chocolate and other sweet substances. A well dressed man walked back and forth around his orchard, now looking like a disposal place for several bakeries. Children were standing nearby, all guiltily looking at their feet, all covered in stuff, except for one. Their story was bizarre and definitely a lie. But he knew it wasn't their fault. Once again he repeated his lecture about how they shouldn't speak to strangers, let alone tolerate their presense in his yard, but more importantly, how they shouldn't let the servants do stupid things just because they're adults. Then he departed, eager to kick one drunk's ass with his now milk stained boot. Shortly after, the kids were saying goodbyes, sharing their thoughts about this quite unusual day. "You saw that? She was like BOOM! Like KABOOM!" Spoke the boy, excitedly waving his hands. Yet the response was dull and monotone "The whole thing... wasn't as good as I expected." "Are you kidding?! She... she fucking exploded!" Engineers son frowned. "Your father wouldn't like you saying that word. And anyway, I think we should've just ate all the sweets we wanted ourselves, like it normally goes." "And that's why you're boooring! I dunno why I even invited you, really." Stirlanders in the southern and central parts of the province are particularly notable for their dislike of Halflings - resenting the 1500-year-old decision that stole their best farmland, The Moot, and gave it to the "Shorties", and the belief that all Halflings are thieves is stronger here than almost anywhere else in the Empire. In the town of Wordern, there is a tradition when celebrating a child's birthday, to make a straw-man the size of a Halfling, and stuff it with treats and candies that he "stole" from the children. Then, it is hung from a tree while blindfolded children beat it with sticks until it breaks and "gives back" the candy. Locals deny that drunks have occasionally used a real Halfling for this.

38038

Bully, candyshop, gum, revenge

Male Inflation

Blueberry

Messy

3.6

9

There was a senior boy in high school. He wasn't into sports and athletics, nor was a brainiac. He was the one who was a wallflower because he was. He wasn't in a clique or any social group, even the wallflowers didn't hang with him. He was Henry. He was about 5' 10", with a medium physique and a scrawny build. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, and paler skin. He spent most of his time by his lonesome and had few friends. He did however have a bully. His name was Ken. He was on the football team as the star receiver, scoring most of the points for the team. He was strong and fast, about 6 foot, with bleached blonde hair and green eyes. He was always with some girl and traded lovers everyother day. When ever he picked on Henry, he had two other guys with him who usually stoodby and made sure no one else saw. On Mondays Ken would steal Henry's lunch money, Tuesday was Thunder wedgie day, Wednesday was Wet Willie day, Thursday was Toilet day, and Friday was everything in the pockets. This whole thing had been going on since the third grade, and about April, the day before spring break started, was the day it ended. The day before the afore mentioned date, Henry went to the Candy shop. He browsed around, and then Ken walked in with a girl under his arm. "Hey babe, look at the dweeb! He's getting some candy for his girl! Oh wait he doesn't have one!" Ken found this some how beyond funny. The girl just rolled her eyes. Henry just ignored Ken. "Hey! I'm talking about you!" Ken pointed at Henry, but Henry just kept to himself. "Puh, who cares about you. What you want? Nothing here can be as tasty as you." The girl elbowed Ken, and he tickled her back. Ken bought her some chocolates and they left. Henry waited till they were out of view, then he started to leave. "Excuse me, son?" The man at the register spoke. "Huh? Me?" Henry turned to the man. "Since your the only one here who's a son, or even here, yes. Does that boy pick on you alot?" "Yeah, but I've gotten use to it." "Nonsense! Here I've got just the things to stop him. Here, a pack of gum. This'll teach him. Just get him to eat one piece. Once you think he's had enough get him to spit it out. Don't let him swallow, or this'll really pluck his goose." The man handed Henry a pack of blueberry gum. "Um, okey? How much?" "For you kid? This one's on the house." Henry said thank you and left. The next day was going to be different. Henry showed up for school. He went to his first three classes like usual, then he went to lunch, where Ken comes in usually. Today Ken was wearing his lettermen's jacket, some loose-fit blue jeans, and a black tee that was one size to small to show his muscles. "Alright boy, it's Friday, so empty your pockets!" Ken pushed Henry into the wall in the hallway. It was empty, cause most people were at lunch. Henry pulled out his keys, his wallet, and the gum. "This is it? The only thing good here is the gum!" Ken took the pack and looked it over, "Blueberry? Really? Not my favorite," Ken opened the pack and took a piece out anyway. He put it in his mouth and chewed. "Now look, I'm going to want some better stuff you hear?! Open your wallet, how much cash you got?" Henry took out his wallet and pulled out a twenty and a fifty. "Seventy, not bad." Henry handed the money to Ken and saw something: a small bluedot on Ken's nose. He looked at it and stared. Ken put the money in his pocketand noticed Henry staring. "What? Have I got something on my face?" the dot grew and soon encompassed his whole nose. "Yes," Henry smiled, "Yes you do." The dot grew and covered all of Ken's face. "What then?" Ken's eyes turned blue. "Blue." The blue covered his whole head. "Blue? Where?" It spread down his shirt. "Everywhere." Ken looked at Henry, as the blue continued to spread. Ken moved away from Henry and was just confused. "What in the world are you talking about?" "Look at your hands." The blue had reached Ken's wrist. "What?" Ken looked at his hand and watched it turn blue, "WHAT?!" Ken stepped backwards and tripped over his own feet, causing him to swallow the gum. "Ach! I shallowed the gum! I hate when I do that!" "You're going to hate it more today!" Henry said. Ken finished turning blue, His stomach then gave out a large groan, causing him to clutch it. Again it moaned and then gurgled. Ken suddenly felt full and bloated. He felt his stomach was full. He then felt it bulge. He looked at his belly and saw it was no longer his prideful six-pack, but now it was flat, and filling out. He felt it swell in his hands. Henry stared in disbelief. "What...what are you doing to me?" Ken rubbed his belly. "Oh, not me." Ken's belly slopped over his belt. His shirt started to ride up. He felt his thighs start to swell too, and his butt. His belt started to cut into his ever growing gut. His pants zipper unzipped, and his pants started to be tighter at the thighs. Ken just stood there in the hallway, with Henry watching. Then the bell rang for the end of lunch. "What?! I can't let people see me like this!" People started to file down the hall but stopped when they saw Ken. He turned and looked their gapping mouths. "Ken? What the...?" Just then Ken's belt popped off him and hit some kid, knocking them over. His belly sighed in relief. The kid got up just in time to be hit again by Ken's pant button. Ken's shirt revealed all of his belly, and started to tear in the middle. His thighs ripped through his pants, and his butt waviered. His arms were now swelling too, causing them to rise up in the air. His thighs were causing his legs to spread apart. His belly was now about the size of a large beachball, and his arms and legs were now at starfish level. "What's going on here?" A teacher came through the crowd. "Look!" A student exclaimed. "Ohh..." the teacher gasped. "Help me! Please!" Ken felt his lips plumpen. His cheeks filled with juice. His belly began overtaking his arms and legs at that point as well. His belly got lower and his legs and arms got shorter. His shirt tore right in half and his pants ripped right off him. His shoes and socks popped off him as well. His body continued swelling till his arms and legs were no more. He was a perfect sphere, with hands and feet, and a pair of boxer breifs and a letterman jacket on. The teacher called the principal down and they decided what to do. They'd roll Ken down to the gym till they could figure out what to do. Ken however didn't stop swelling, oh no. He kept swelling. The ceiling was about ten feet tall, and Ken was about 7 feet tall when he was spherical. They had to roll him down to the other end of the school for the gym however. He continued to swell and they got about halfway when he got stuck. They did evac the school for good measure. Henry was in front the whole time and when Ken got stuck, Henry was right there at Ken's head. Ken's hands and fret were the engulfed. "So, have you learned your lesson?" "Yef, ow e niphe oo you!" "Well, good. But I'm afraid you'll have to do it in the afterlife. So long blueberry, or better yet bluebully!" Henry laughed then left. "Muph!?" Ken's head became engulfed. His skin got tighter and tighter, till it was almost transparent. Ken then felt every part of his body surrender, and his skin gave out. Parts of him flew down the hallway, and juice poured out the school. The kids had the rest of the day off, and three extra days off for Springbreak. Henry was never bullied again, and never had any problems the rest of the year. He didn't even get in trouble for Ken, as there was no evidence of foul play. Henry was a free guy.

262

Male Inflation

Full Body Inflation

Messy

3.6

8

As Brenda and Mac sat on the beach, a bully ran past them, spraying their faces with sand. "Watch it!" Mac wailed. Then he said to Brenda, "That man is the biggest nuisance on the beach!" Unfortunately, the bully overheard him and turned around. He grabbed Mac's arm and pulled him to his feet. "Listen, Mac," said the bully, uncannily guessing Mac's name, "I'd slug you a good one, but I'm afraid the wind might blow you away." His point made, the bully took his leave. Mac whined to Brenda, "Someone ought to teach that bully a lesson!" Brenda just sneered, "Oh, don't let it bother you, little man!" At home that night, a frustrated Mac kicked a chair over. "I'm tired of being a 45-pound weakling! I'm going to send away for Mr. Globe's Body Inflation Program (TM)!" And he did, but that took a few weeks, so let's just cut to... SIX WEEKS LATER Mac returned to the beach just as the bully was making a play on Brenda. "Are you ready to apologize yet?" Mac asked him. The bully and Brenda both looked at him with contempt. "You again?" said the bully. "Get lost before I flatten you like a pancake!" Mac smiled ruefully. "You think you're pretty big, don't you? Well, you're nothing compared to how big I can be! Just look at this!" And with that somewhat-stilted dialogue behind him, Mac put his Body Inflation Program (TM) into action. He took a deep breath--a really, really deep breath--and his cheeks puffed out as he strained. Then suddenly, to everyone's amazement, Mac's body began to inflate. His arms, legs, and chest puffed out, swelling in size rapidly like a toy balloon. The bully gaped as Mac grew bigger and bulkier. His midsection rounded out, so that his chubby arms no longer able to reach his navel. Eventually his belly surpassed his chest, making Mac a little rounder in the middle. He now looked like an overstuffed version of himself, plumped up and full of air. He finally exhaled, and his growth slowly stopped. Brenda and the bully looked at each other. Then the bully said to Mac: "That's it? You blow up like a balloon, and I'm supposed to be intimidated?" "Well, ..." Mac would have shrugged, but his arms were so stuffed he could barely move them. "I could get a lot bigger, you know! I could get so big, I could roll right over you!" The bully smirked. "Go for it." "Um... okay." Mac took another deep breath and puffed himself out more. His arms stuck out at an angle as his round body pushed them up, his torso becoming more spherical. His extremities widened out as they blimped up, but they became smaller in comparison to the rest of his expanding body. He now no longer looked fat, but more like some kind of bizarre inflatable pool toy. The bully calmly walked up to Mac. With a single swat, he smacked Mac's rounded belly and knocked Mac onto his backside. Brenda shrieked in delight. Mac kicked his hands and feet, but he lacked the leverage to stand back up. A crowd began to form to get a closer look at the human balloon lying in the sand. The humiliated Mac became irritated. "That does it! I'm going to get really, REALLY big and squash you like a bug!" And Mac inflated himself again, growing into a huge ball, getting fuller and fuller by the second. But as he was puffing, the bully snatched him up, threw him up into the air, and swatted him like a beach ball. Mac sailed over the crowd before someone else swatted him. And then someone else batted him. Mac just bobbed helplessly about as more and more people joined in the fun, batting him into the air again and again. Mac saw Brenda, clapping at the scene. The bully stood next to her, his arms crossed in smug satisfaction. "We'll see who's laughing when I show you how big I can get!" Mac shouted, and as he came sailing back down to land on the beach, he started inflating himself again. Like the beach ball he had just imitated, he swelled bigger as he puffed up with air. His body filled out more, swelled bigger, grew larger and larger and larger. Sure enough, Mac swelled so big that he was finally bigger than the bully--and too big to easily play with. People began to back away to make room for his expansion. Satisfied that he could now look down on the bully, Mac stopped and panted from his efforts. "See? I told you I could be bigger than you!" At that point, Brenda stepped up to him. "Mac, I'm impressed! You really are big! Can you get even bigger?" Mac had to roll forward a bit to be able to see her. "Well, I could, but I think I've proven my point--!" "Oh, please?" Brenda batted her eyes at him. "Get bigger? For me?" Mac probably would have been unmoved, but his thoughts happened to drift toward Brenda's five-star ass. (I'm not kidding: Her butt was speTACular!!) "How big do you want me to get?" he asked. She looked around, spotting the lifeguard watchtower. "How about bigger than that?" she said, pointing. "Oh, sure, I can be bigger than that," Mac boasted and puffed up again. He swelled and swelled and swelled until his head higher than the top of the tower--and his body was almost as wide. "How's that?" Brenda smiled and clapped. "Oh, Mac, that's wonderful! Get bigger!" "Bigger?!" Brenda rubbed her hands on his stretched, taut skin. "Yes, bigger! I love this! I love my men big. Really, really big! And this is getting me so hot!" At this point, Mac stopped thinking about anything else than Brenda's perfect apple of a butt, the kind that every man would want to use as a pillow. "How big this time?" "Get bigger than a house!" So Mac puffed and puffed, blowing up as big as a small house. "Bigger than a blimp!" He puffed again, growing and growing and growing. He had become enormous, and people began to flee the beach. "Bigger than a building!" He puffed and puffed and puffed...and PUFFED! "Bigger than a mountain!" He blew and blew and blew and blew...!! "Bigger than the whole beach!" He puffed and grew and inflated and inflated and inflated. He swelled so large that people looked like ants to him. He could no longer make out Brenda, though she had moved to the top of a sand dune so he could hear her better. "That's it, Mac! Get bigger! Keep blowing! Get even bigger!" If Brenda could have seen Mac's face, she would have seen his puffy cheeks turn red from exertion, his breathing labored as he struggled to maintain his size. "I don't think I can get much bigger, Brenda!" he called down to her. "I feel so full, like I'm about to burst!" "Just one more puff, Mac!" she called up to him. "One more really BIG puff! Do it for me, Mac! Just one more puff!" Mac probably would have said no, ...but damn, her perfectly sculptured butt was a gift from the gods. So Mac took the biggest, deepest, longest breath he could. And he got bigger. A LOT bigger. He swelled higher and farther than he dreamed possible, getting as big as a stadium, and still growing so much bigger--and bigger still! Larger and larger he inflated, inflated, inflated... And his eyes shot wide open when he realized he couldn't much bigger. But he had taken such a deep breath, he couldn't stop, either. His face grew redder as he swelled ever closer to his limit, unable to stop getting bigger, bigger, BIGGER! Mac let out a wail: "Ohhhhhh--!!" KABOOOOOOM!!!! Pieces of Mac rained from the sky. "Ooooo!" said half the specatators. "Ahhhh!" said the other half. Brenda turned to the bully. "Finally! I thought that loser would never burst! I'm Brenda, by the way." "I'm Daryl," he said. "And may I say, your ass is bea-YOO-tiful!" The two linked arms and walked off into the sunset.

37856

Knight, liquid inflation, magic

Female Inflation

Full Body Inflation

None

4

9

"You'd betray us, doom us all!" Knight Commander Joan's grey eyes narrowed with anger. Before I can respond, she flips the table we are sitting at. Her half drunk stein of the local brew is a hapless casualty and I only barely roll out of the way, picking myself up with a gaggle of curiously calm tavern patrons at my back.The knight protector is a tall, elegant figure. She is lithe but powerful, something that is more obvious since she stands before me in her simple summer tunic rather than her full armor. The ensemble was short in the sleeves and ended about mid thigh, leaving the taut muscles of her limbs visible. I grimace, and try to answer her. "You give me little choice! Your order restricts my training to the point of suffocation - ""We trusted you! I trusted you!" Joan is passionate, occasionally to a fault. It renders her incapable of deception. Her short cropped black hair does nothing to hide her pained expression, the small scar near her lips does not harden their slight quiver. My actions have wounded her greatly. She reaches for the sword at her side."Protector, I've no need to bring you further harm." My voice trembles me, betraying my reluctance. "Just go, and-""Traitor!" She ignores me, unsheathing her weapon and lounging my way. In a fair battle, I would be doomed: her reflexes are too good, her strength enough to conquer my magic. I'd be skewered in moments.But this is not a fair fight.She followed me to the goblin market, she has partaken of fey food and wine.Many things happen in the moment of her attack. The others in the tavern drop their glamors, now looking like the chittering, otherworldly fey they actually are. A wave of my arcane power radiates from me and sweeps across her, the consumables here making her vulnerable to the reality altering spells I have at my command.Her sword clatters to the ground before ever reaching me, thanks to her calloused hand swelling horribly in moments. The newly revealed unseelie chitter as she stares at in shock. Before she can respond, the added bulk shrinks from her hand and begins to flow down her arm. She shrieks a curse at me as the bulge moves down her torso and settles in her stomach, granting her an odd little paunch.."W-what is this magic!? These creatures!?" Joan stumbles back just a bit, taking her mind off her sudden pot belly and moving it to the jeering imps that now surrounded her and blocked her exit.I suppose she was right. I have doomed her. May as well make it a show then.With a gesture on my part the strange protuberance of her midsection begins to gurgle and bubble. The goblins cheer and hoot as Joan panics, the mound beginning to push outward in all directions. It soon looks like the stretched belly of an overstuffed glutton, popping the belt that had cinched her tunic around her waist. She pressed her hand on her stomach, and it made an awful sloshing noise in response."Please, don't do this!" Her waist and hips began to widen to accommodate the heft and girth of her immense belly, causing her formerly lithe form to take on a heavy teardrop shape. Stumbling, ponderous steps were accompanied by an odd "galunk" noise caused by the movement of whatever heavily liquid was causing her grotesque expansion. I remain silent myself, watching her calves enlarge enough to split her boots and how her now massive thighs press together and jiggle. Years of diligent training vanish under the wobbling of magically accumulated girth."No...no...!" Joan attempted to bend over to retrieve her weapon. This turned out to be a mistake, causing her girth to shift - her lower half shrinking just a bit as bulk retreated into her upper body, causing her breasts, arms and face to inflate comically for a moment. The now ridiculous knight pitches forward and lands on her back. An embarrassed grunt turns into a panicked whimper as her mass resettles and pins her under her own (now very considerable) weight. Her limbs are large and useless, splayed across the ground. With a tearing sound, the remains of her tunic fall to the ground; destroyed by her rising, dome like belly and ever-widening torso.The goblins swarm her, cackling. She turns her head back and forth to watch them, unable to do much else as every part of her body is stretched and filled by my curse. One pair, feeling particularly cruel, has rolled over a large barrel of Boggin Grog and a funnel. Joan's eyes widen as she realizes what they are about to do, but her protests are quickly silenced as they force the funnel into her mouth and subsequently flood her with the foul drink.Her already immensely bloated stomach groans as even more is forced into it, and the creatures cheer with delight as the humiliated champion's drum tight body struggles to hold even one more drop. I take my leave, only glancing back to see exactly how large my former commander has become - I dare say, she now rivaled my former home's fattest livestock in size. I close the door as I notice the goblins are going for a second barrel.I can't help but grin, because honestly, I am sort of a terrible person.

2681

women inflating men

Male Inflation

Full Body Inflation

Implied

4

13

A lot of guys would love to play Truth Or Dare with four foxy cheerleaders. But after three rounds, Dave had eaten nachos that were dropped in the cat box, sniffed a girl's sweaty gym shoes, and endured a nipple-twisting from every other participant. He would have thought by now that one of the girls would have suggested something sexual. But as his nipples continued to seethe, Dave decided, screw it: next time, he was going for a Truth. The four other participants always chose Truth when it was his turn, so he never got to ask one girl to make out with another. And their Truths were always boring: who they had crushes on (never Dave), how they cheated on their diets, etc. It really would have been nice to see them tongue-kiss, too, because every girl had something to offer. There were two brunettes, Laura and Julie; and two blondes, Jennifer and Robin. Each girl seemed to be wearing what suited their fit, sculptured bodies best: Robin and Julie wore their cheerleader outfits that exposed their long slender legs; Laura wore her low-cut halter top, showing off her mature mammaries; and Jennifer, God bless her, wore her tightest jeans, which rode up her shapely rear. Jennifer gave him pause when he considered a Truth, because Jennifer, even by teenage-girl standards, was a notorious gossip. Nothing he said tonight would be guaranteed to remain private, no matter what oaths they took. Oh, sure, he could make up a Truth, but he wasn't that creative. And besides, ... What if he did tell the Truth? THE Truth?! He began to think about it--what would happen if he told them his deepest desire, the one thing he thought about every day of his life, his whole reason for being? To his surprise, the thought began to arouse him. It would be so completely, utterly humiliating! As he considered it, the blood began racing from his brain and into his crotch, clouding his judgement. It began to sound like a good idea: He would confess everything, no matter what the outcome! YES! Laura turned to him, aware but unconcerned that Dave was staring at her chest. "Your turn, Dave. Truth or Dare?" "Truth." "It better be a good one," Julie griped, summing up the disappointment they were feeling at past Truths. "It is." "Go for it," said Robin. Dave took one last long look around the table, looking at the young, buxom, shapely, nubile specimens of men's fantasies, and his pants throbbed with anticipation. His reason was totally gone, and he blurted it out before he could recover his senses: "I wish I were a balloon." Well, that was a conversation stopper. Even casual movement like blinking stopped at that moment. The four babes looked at him in a mixture of apprehension and confusion. Finally, Jennifer broke the silence, sensing a new topic around school on Monday. "Say what?" "I want to be a balloon," Dave proclaimed, a little more confidently. Well, it was out there now--there was no turning back, his secret was out! He quickly went on, not pausing to think about exactly what he was revealing: "I wish the four of you could blow me up like a balloon, until I was huge and full and round." He swallowed. "I'd be nothing more than a huge beachball for you to play with; I'd be totally helpless as you played with me, and bounced me around, and taunted me like I was nothing but an inflatable pool toy!" His voice grew louder, and it shook slightly as the rest of his body trembled. "And there was absolutely nothing I could do about it! You girls would laugh and laugh as you inflated me bigger, bigger, bigger! I'd be the biggest balloon you ever saw, but it wouldn't be enough for you! You'd all inflate me more and more, and I'd be totally helpless, begging you to stop cuz I'm afraid I'll burst, but you just keep blowing me up and blowing me up and I'd get so big and you'd laugh and laugh and I'd keep inflating and inflating until I just knew I was about to burst but you don't stop and keep making me bigger and bigger and bigger until--BOOM!! I popped like balloon and you all just laugh as I'm blown to bits!!" He gasped for air. Another moment of silence followed, as the girls' eyes turned slowly toward one another. And then they burst out laughing. He didn't think it was all THAT funny, but they whooped it up for a good couple of minutes. Dave sat beet-red, so warm from his complete humiliation that the heat was just radiating from him. He felt a faint wet spot in his crotch and hoped that no one would ask him to stand up in the near future. Jennifer seemed to be having a particularly good time, laughing until she cried. Oh, God!, he thought. She would tell EVERYONE about this at school! He may as well have advertised it in the New York Times! The realization of just how much he had humiliated himself began to sink in, and his stomach felt hollow. The game continued, but only after a good half-hour of inflation jokes at Dave's expense. He eventually lost his erection but remained red with humiliation for quite some time, wallowing in the Pandora's box he'd opened. Finally--finally!--it was time to move on, and it was Jennifer's turn to ask something of Robin. "Robin: Truth or Dare?" "Dare." "I dare you to..." Jennifer smiled broadly as she thought about it. "I dare you to blow Dave up with the tire pump." Dave's eyes widened. "What?!" Robin and the others began laughing again. "Let's do it!" Robin agreed. "Uh, just a second," Dave countered. "Isn't that more a dare on MY part?" "What do YOU care, balloon-boy?" Laura teased, slapping him on the shoulder. "It's what you wanted!" "Why don't we just forget I said anyth--" His sentence was drowned out by the girls' giggling as Laura and Julie grabbed each of his arms, Jennifer pushing him from behind, forcing him outside and into the garage. Robin quickly unwrapped the hose to a motorized pump. "You don't really think you can inflate me, do you?" he asked incredulously. "Have you ever tried it?" Robin asked. "Well, no, but--" "BLOW HIM UP!" Julie called out, and the issue was settled. The girls continued giggling as they lifted Dave's shirt and stuck the hose into his navel. "Oh, come on!" he said. "The air can't even get into me that way." "Would you rather we shove it up your butt or down your throat?" Laura asked. Dave shut up and watched Robin turn on the pump. And to the amazed and amused stares of the cheerleaders, Dave inflated like a tire. First his body swelled up like he had gained a hundred pounds in an instant, but then his belly blew outward from under his shirt, which tore as his sides also ballooned outward, his middle becoming more ball-shaped. His plumped-up arms and legs became shorter and smaller in proportion to the rest of his body. Like the girls, he was too fascinated by his cartoonish appearance that he couldn't even speak. As he swelled up bigger and bigger, it finally dawned on him: HE WAS A BALLOON! If he had known it was this easy, he would have spent many hours alone in the garage with a tire pump. But then he realized something else: He needed someone else to turn off the pump, because his arms could no longer bend, even if he could reach around his round, bloated body. In minutes, he had no arms or legs at all, just stubby hands and feet sticking out of his circular form. When he realized how big he was getting, he started to panic a little. "Okay! That's enough!" "Turn it off!" shouted Julie. "He'll POP!" Robin tried, but she couldn't turn the handle. "It's stuck!" "Hurry!" said Laura. "He's gonna burst!" Jennifer just laughed. Dave didn't see the humor in the situation. Sure, he always dreamed of inflating till he burst--but this was the real thing! He was really a balloon out of control, getting unceasingly larger and fuller! Finally, the handle turned, and the air pump stopped. Dave bobbed a bit in place, as if his body was daring him to breathe deeply and cause himself to burst. Jennifer stepped up to him and ran her hand over his curved surface. Dave couldn't believe the wave of pleasure that her touch induced--it was as if his pleasure receivers increased with his size. Her touch, along with the glorious air pressure inside him, produced unprecedented ecstasy. Soon, the other girls followed Jennifer's example, running their hands over him to see what a human balloon felt like. Dave's eyes rolled back in luxurious delirium. God, it was GREAT to be a balloon!! "I got an idea," said Jennifer, and it had to be the first one to ever enter her ditzy head. She opened the garage door and said, "Help me roll him outside." They did so, and Dave was so huge that he almost didn't clear the doorway. But they pushed him out onto the driveway, and Jennifer turned to Laura. "Let's do that jumping move we practiced." Laura got it; and soon, she hoisted Jennifer up onto her shoulders, and Jennifer fell backward, her lovely tight butt heading right for the center of Dave's gut. Her butt sank into his midsection, and he exhaled heavily but reveled in the sensation of Jennifer's tight bottom on his exposed flesh. Then she bounced upward as his elasticity came into play, and she shot into the air, did a flip, and landed gracefully on the asphalt. "He's like a trampoline!" Jennifer proclaimed, and hilarity ensued once again. Soon the other girls were bouncing on him as well, and he intensely felt their every movement every time their bodies met his: He felt Robin's and Julie's shapely legs slide off his body; he felt Laura's developed breasts rubbing against him; he felt Jennifer's tight ass press deeply into him. He would have thought he was dreaming if the pleasure he felt wasn't so overwhelmingly real. Eventually, though, Jennifer noticed something. "We've squeezed a lot of air out of him," she observed, pushing her hand into him (wonderful!) but finding a lot less resistance than before. Robin shrugged. "Let's just pump him up again." Laura asked Dave, "Are you ready to be pumped up again?" It clearly didn't matter to them if Dave were ready or not. But Dave was. He was eager to be blown up more. So eager was he, and so single-minded were the girls, that they forgot all about the sticky handle. Robin stuck the hose in his navel and turned on the pump. Dave felt himself swelling again, getting bigger as all balloons should, nothing but a helpless balloon toy for these four shapely females... Nothing, but nothing, could spoil this moment. "What the hell is going on here?!" The four girls turned to see Robin's boyfriend Vince show up. Dave would have shaken his head if he had a neck. Not Vince! Not NOW! He was having the time of his life with these girls, and he didn't want it to end--or have to share it with anyone. He didn't even like Vince to begin with, as the guy was a notorious bully who gave more than his share of abuse to Dave over the years. "Vince!" said Robin. "Look at Dave! He's a balloon!" "Dave?" Vince asked puzzledly, looking at the giant balloon. "Holy shit! That balloon is Dave?!" "We blew him up with the air pump," Jennifer explained and laughed. "And he let you do that to him? Why?!" Dave winced. Oboy, here it comes. "HE WANTED TO BE A BALLOON." She didn't say it all that loud, but to Dave, it seemed as if Jennifer could be heard in Zaire. Vince buckled over in laughter. "Oh, god! You gotta be kidding!!" While this was going on, the pump continued to run, pushing Dave farther and farther outward, slowly but surely expanding him larger and larger. He felt himself getting warmer, but he wasn't sure if it was from the increased internal pressure or from the overpowering embarrassment he felt at that moment. "He deflated a bit," Laura explained, "so we're pumping him up again." "That's probably enough," Julie said. "He's even bigger now than before!" Robin smiled. "Let's see how big he can get!" Laura's jaw dropped. "Robin! You can't pop him!" Vince shrugged. "Why not? He wanted to be a balloon, and that's what balloons do! They get blown up until they POP!" As they talked, Dave grew and grew... and grew... and grew... Laura stood stunned at Dave's size. "Uh, guys? Seriously! We gotta stop the pump or he's gonna burst!" "So?" Vince asked. Robin tried turning off the pump. "Oh my god. It's stuck again!" Dave let out a little yelp, but no one heard. "Let me help," said Vince, taking Robin's place at the pump. He put his hand on the handle. Then he cranked it to full blast and pulled it off the pump, making it useless. "There you go!" Vince joked. "All fixed!" He chuckled and hurled the broken handle into the yard. "Vince! You're such a brat!" Robin said and slapped his shoulder lightly. But she sounded a lot more amused than annoyed. Dave was so big and round that he could no longer see the action--he had to go by the sound of their voices, and he didn't like what he heard. "Oh my god! We can't stop it! He's gonna explode!" The girls all ran away from Dave and the pump, taking shelter from the side of the garage, tho they poked around the corner to see Dave's progress. They watched him swell and swell and swell. Finally it occurred to one of them. "The hose!" Julie said. "Someone disconnect the hose!" But by this time, Dave was as big as the house. "I'm not going near him!" Robin said. "He's gonna blow soon!" "This was your idea," Laura said to Jennifer. "You do it!" "Forget it! You do it!" They argued amongst themselves about whose responsibility it was to approach Dave to remove the pump. They all agreed it was Vince's, but he wasn't budging. "Vince! He'll explode!" "Let him!" Dave couldn't believe his ears. "Someone unplug me now!" he called out, but it was too late. The girls were to afraid of getting near him in case he blew. They could have disconnected the pump all during the time they were arguing, but the time had passed. And now he was bigger than the house, inflating ever bigger into the night sky. He felt the pressure reaching the unbearable point. The cheerleaders and Vince just stood watching Dave expectantly, anticipating the inevitable moment. And he felt it coming. But he had to admit: It wasn't a bad way to go. His only regret was that he wouldn't be able to hear their laughter once he burst...

25309

domination, forced, stretching clothes, toy

Male Inflation

Full Body Inflation

None

4.1

19

As the large, double doors slowly swung open, Doug walked in, letting out a groan and rubbing his stomach. In celebration of his birthday, his friend Jacob had treated him to a six-course meal at El Gran Globo, a new Spanish restaurant in Brisbane. While Doug had felt full after course four, Jacob insisted that in honor of his birthday, he had to finish the meal. And Doug was not one to turn down a free, outstanding meal! Even if it had repercussions later. "Ugh... no more food," he groaned, rubbing his stuffed belly. Jacob chuckled as he followed behind the birthday boy, closing and locking the door behind them. Having recently moved to Brisbane, his house was still fairly empty. He walked over to a table by the wall, dropping off his keys and wallet in a bowl there. Turning back to Doug, he smiled. "Well, no one FORCED you to eat that last helping of paella," he said with a smile, crossing his arms. Doug shot a glance over at Jacob, arching his eyebrow. "...okay, so maybe I did feed you the last few spoonfuls as you were protesting, but you know it tasted good!" Jacob said, raising his hands in surrender. Chuckling a bit and then groaning from fullness, Doug rubbed a hand over his stomach. His green, button-up shirt bulged a bit under his touch. Reaching down, he felt how tight his belt had become since that meal. Letting out a burp, a blush fell over his cheeks, seeing Jacob snicker as he strolled back over to join him. "Well then, I hope you had a happy birthday, dude," he said with a warm smile, putting a hand on Doug's shoulder. Before he could answer, Doug let out an 'oof!' as he felt a finger poke his packed belly. "Doughboy," Jacob snickered with a wink. Rolling his eyes and trying not to blush any more than he already was, Doug gave a small smile. "I really did, thanks mate. You really didn't have to go through all that trouble for me. I mean, the dinner, these great new clothes," he said, looking down at his shirt and new, designer jeans. "Well, who said it was over? I told you, the reason we came back here was because I have one last birthday present. I mean, unless you're too full," he said in a mock-Australian accent, mimicking the bellyaching Doug had done since leaving the restaurant. Another present? Doug's eyes lit up. He loved to receive gifts. Although Jacob's words made it sounds like it might involve more food... and he was very full. Then Doug remembered that he hadn't had any dessert at El Gran Globo, just entrees. And a birthday just wasn't a birthday without cake. And Doug never said no to cake! "Aw, geez mate... well, let me think about it," he said, looking up toward the ceiling and tapping his chin, before quickly blurting out, "Sure!" His friend laughed, taking a moment to brush some of his dark hair out of his eyes, before patting the eager birthday boy on the back. Jacob cast his eyes up and down his friend, practically seeing a tail wag in excitement at the prospect of more. That was one thing he had come to love about Doug... he never knew when to say when. "Well then, first things first," Jacob said, walking around behind Doug and gently hugging him from behind. Doug smiled and closed his eyes in the hug. He always loved the feeling of being hugged after such a filling meal. Patting the strong arm of his friend, the Aussie's eyes opened to behold... a red handkerchief dangling before his eyes. Blinking a few times, he soon felt Jacob's breath on his ear. "It's a surprise... no peeking," he whispered, before gently covering Doug's eyes with the cloth, tying it securely behind his head. "Oh, okay," Doug responded, a bit confused but somehow more eager. Flexing his fingers, he slowly reached his hands out in anticipation of receiving a plate or maybe a giant box wrapped in paper, holding some new gaming system or some other great toy he could play with. Instead, he felt Jacob grasp his right wrist and slowly pull his arm behind his back, soon joined by his left. "Ah ah ah," Jacob said, gently tying a strap around Doug's wrists, binding his hands behind his back. Blushing a bit more at the restraints, Doug gently struggled, trying to pull his hands free. Jacob held the bound hands in place, chuckling and whispering again in Doug's ear. "I told you... it's...a...surprise," his voice low, calm, and commanding. Slowly Doug nodded, yielding to his friend's authority. Clearly he wanted to be the one in charge. And since he had been so kind and was going to give him something else on his birthday, the Aussie decided to play along. Waiting there for what felt like an eternity, Doug wiggled his hands in anticipation of what would soon follow. "Good boy," Jacob said with a chuckle, walking away from the blind and bound boy. Doug could hear his friend walk across the smooth concrete floor before he heard a closet door open and close. Waiting as he heard the footsteps approaching once more, his mind raced with the possibilities of what his last birthday present would be. Hopefully something truly delicious! "Now, open your mouth," were the next words he heard, in that calm, cool, and commanding tone of voice. Slowly obeying the order, Doug's lips parted and his mouth opened. "Oh, man... I hope it's cheesecake... no! Chocolate cake with buttercream! Or! Or! Or maybe chocolate cheesecake WITH buttercream!" the overgrown kid thought to himself, feeling a small rivulet of drool form at the corner of his mouth. Much to his surprise, what he felt slide across his tongue was none of the above. In fact, it didn't taste like food at all. Trying to see, to shake off the handkerchief from his eyes, Doug let out a "mmph!" as he felt something smooth slide past his lips and over his tongue. "Whath the heckth?" he managed to sputter. Momentarily blinded by a sudden rush of light as the blindfold was removed, Doug looked down to see a length of black rubber hose sticking out of his mouth. Blinking several times, he traced the hose with his eyes to Jacob's right hand. Looking further, he saw Jacob's left hand was resting on the dial of a large tank of compressed air. Going wide-eyed in shock, he looked to Jacob, seeing a grin spread across his lips. "Surprise..." he said, before twisting the dial on. A hissing noise began to fill the room, as the rubber hose bulged with gas. Doug's eyes followed the swell in the hose as it traveled to Jacob's right hand before crawling up toward his mouth. As the rubber hose bulged, Doug's mouth was forced open a bit wider. Looking in shock at his friend, Doug could see that grin grow wider and colder as he tasted the cool air rush into his mouth. Trying feverishly to shake the hose out of his mouth, Doug found it wedged in place quite well. As he tried to free his hands from their bonds, Doug felt his cheeks swelling out from the building gas pressure in his mouth. Jacob chuckled quietly, reaching a hand over to grasp his struggling friend's right shoulder, holding him in place. The dark-haired man smiled as the Aussie boy's cheeks grew wider and redder with the building pressure within. Setting the hose down on the ground, he slowly placed both hands onto those cheeks, rubbing gently. Leaning in closer, his blue eyes piercing deeply into Doug's, he quietly whispered "swallow..." before his hands pressed inward on the bulging cheeks. The boy's eyes shut tightly as he felt the pressure crescendo in his mouth, before finally he was forced to GULP! As his eyes slowly blinked back open, the captive birthday boy could no longer feel the intense pressure in his mouth. Though his cheeks remained swollen, the previous sensation had been replaced with the feeling of cool air running down his throat. Continuing to struggle, Doug soon felt a new kind of pressure. As if he was eating a large meal... no, a banquet! He tried to let out a groan from the feeling, before he noticed Jacob's eyes were no longer locked on his. In fact, his glance was now cast downward, though his grin had seemed to grow even wider. What could he be looking at? Doug's face went pale as he managed to tilt his face downward and received quite a shock. He watched as the wrinkles in his green, button-up shirt slowly seemed to smooth themselves out, as if they were being ironed, or pressed out from within. It was then that he saw his stuffed stomach, which had been trim and fit through years of mascot work and dancing, bulging out as if he had eaten several banquets! He had not looked like this after eating his birthday dinner! Doug felt a few beads of sweat on his forehead as the bulging belly continued to press outward, taking on a rounder shape as it grew. His mind racing with what he was seeing, knowing that it was impossible and yet... here it was! A mixture of panic, anxiety, and a slight tinge of excitement ran through the boy's mind as his gaze remained transfixed on the growing green orb at his middle. His stomach continued to grow outward as the hissing air ran down his throat. "This is impossible!" Doug thought. "It's like I'm blowing up like a...a..." Doug was snapped from his trance by the feeling of Jacob's hand patting his bulging belly several times before giving it a rub and smiling in his face. "Balloon..." he said in that icy tone, as if he had heard Doug's thought and wanted to finish it for him. "A bawoomph?!" Doug exclaimed past the hose. With a chuckle, Jacob reached one hand behind the boy's head, while the other grasped the hose extending from his mouth. "Yes, a bawoomph" he said in a mocking tone, as he pushed the hose deeper into the struggling boy's mouth. Held in place, unable to spit the hissing hose out of his mouth, Doug could only look into his friend's grinning face as he felt the air continue rushing into him. His arms tried to flail behind his back, to loosen the strap that held them together. This made a dark chuckle escape from Jacob, giving a quirked eyebrow as if to say "Really?" to his captive victim. Once again the man's eyes returned to Doug's stomach. Stroking a finger down the curve, he gave the middle of the medicine ball belly a firm poke. Doug's eyes squinted as he felt the sudden spike in pressure, followed by a PING! Blinking in surprise, he saw Jacob nearly double over laughing as he slowly held up a closed hand before Doug's face. "Geez, try to go a bit easier on the second helpings, Fatroo" he said, using one of Doug's online nicknames to make him blush. Slowly he opened his hand, revealing a white button in his palm. The ballooning boy let out a whimper as he recognized it as one of his shirt's buttons. He was growing so wide that the shirt wasn't able to hold him?! Letting out another whimper, he gave a pleading and sad face to his friend. He had known Jacob for years. How could he do this to him? The man in the blue shirt tilted his head gently, his eyes seeming to soften as he was given the puffy cheeked sad face. Gently patting and stroking the back of his hand against Doug's right cheek, he leaned in, pressing his trim body against the inflating middle before him. "That's one..." he said, the wicked look in his eyes returning along with his predatory grin. Doug let an audible GULP escape his throat as he heard the response, realizing that not only was this actually happening...but that his friend planned to continue this torment. What if he didn't stop the tank? What if he popped? All manner of panicky thoughts ran through the boy's mind as he felt Jacob pat his swelling sides. Giving a grunt, Doug felt the pressure in his middle slowly spreading. Jacob took a step back. "Best make sure that strap is secure," he said before slowly walking around behind Doug... and bursting out laughing. Trying to look over his shoulder as to what was so funny, Doug could see his 'friend' pointing downward. Grunting and straining, Doug soon saw the cause of all this laughter. His rear end, much like his stomach, had been flat and trim thanks to years of exercise. And yet now he saw the denim-clad rump swelling outward, like two blue basketballs sandwiched together. He whimpered again at this new humiliation. "Who knew Aussies 'got back'?" Jacob said with a laugh, giving the growing rear end a few taunting pats. Determined to free himself, Doug struggled valiantly against the wrist bindings. His stomach swung side to side as he thrashed and flailed, causing Jacob to laugh even louder. Slowly the struggles began to grow slightly more sluggish. Coming to a rest in defeat, Doug looked down to see his green stomach bloated out before him like a beach ball. What's more, he could feel the pressure starting to creep throughout his body. Soon he saw his chest beginning to show signs of swelling, as he felt his thighs slowly begin to press against each other as they too could not escape the bloating. Jacob hugged around what he could of Doug's growing body, his hands greedily clutching the boy's belly, rubbing it in small circles before pressing his fingers into the flesh. Doug groaned at the feeling as the pressure inside him shifted, his captor's fingertips dimpling into his skin as if he was groping a real balloon. "Not a bad start, Doug... for a blimp boy," he said coldly, hugging the boy back against him to feel him swell. Doug groaned as he was taunted and teased through words and touch, He felt that same, strange spike of pressure, before he saw another button fly off, landing with several clicks some distance across the room. Looking around, he could see the front doors looking as if they were a thousand miles away. No one else was in the house, either. No one to come to his rescue, to save him from this maniacal friend, this inflator! Jacob smirked as he saw Doug's bound arms beginning to swell, filling the sleeves of the short-sleeved green shirt. Still trying to struggle, the ballooning boy soon felt a pinching sensation around his wrists. His fingers flexed, trying to clutch for the strap, and yet his effort was not enough. Jacob took a step back and smirked, stroking his chin as he saw his friend trying to escape. He watched Doug's toned arms slowly lose their definition, as they plumped up with air from his shoulder down to his elbows, and soon down to his wrists. The strap proved an effective 'cutoff point' for the air, as none of it managed to leak into the captive's hands, but rather caused the pressure to build. The fear of popping returned to his mind as he felt the pressure building behind him. Doug tried to plead for mercy, for help, for anything as his torso continued to balloon, his sides trying to press his arms apart. But, thanks to the strap, they met sufficient resistance, and just resulted in the internal pressure increasing more and more. Brushing a lock of dark hair from his face, Jacob smirked as he saw the strap start to slowly stretch, being pressed outward by the swelling flesh it contained. Both of their ears perked up at the sound of stretching, straining, and soon tearing. Doug feared that that was his body making those sounds and that the end was nigh! The pressure continued to build in his arms as his torso kept filling out wider and wider. Closing his eyes tightly, Doug steeled himself for the moment he feared. When finally... SNAP! Doug's arms flew out to his sides as the strap finally gave up the ghost and flew apart. As the blockade was finally removed, Doug's hands suddenly plumped up like gently inflated surgical gloves, causing them to look fat and swollen. Looking at his freed arms, Doug's eyes lit up. "Now's my chance!" he thought to himself, trying to ignore the growing green globe in his field of vision, his body resembling one of those inflated sumo suits... and then some. Grunting, he quickly bent his arms inward, trying to grab for the hose. Jacob walked calmly around his inflating captive, making a half-hearted attempt to swat the boy's arms away, trying to hide his smirk. The Aussie's brow furrowed as he found it increasingly difficult to bend his fat arms in with each passing minute as the air rushed into his growing form. A few beads of sweat ran down his forehead as he realized that if this failed, he may very well be doomed! Pure Aussie determination fueled his muscles as he finally managed to bring his fat hands together on the hose. "Yes! Now I can...," he began to think... before he watched his fingers try to grasp the hose to no avail. Panicking, he tried again and again to grasp the hose, before he saw his hands slowly being pushed apart. Grunting and turning red in the face from exertion, Doug could only watch as his arms kept inflating, his elbows starting to vanish. The limbs were growing too bloated to bend, and soon were stretched out at his sides. And there was something else... Doug let out a grunt as he felt an intense pressure in his middle. As if someone was squeezing his swollen stomach with increasing force. Jacob let out a soft chuckle as he saw the boy's face express the discomfort at the rising pressure. Slowly he strolled over to the hissing tank of air and turned the dial down to off. Doug would have let out a sigh at this turn of good fortune if not for three very important reasons. One: the tight pinching feeling in his middle was still present. Two: the hose was still stuck in his mouth, keeping him from calling out for help. Three:... HE WAS INFLATED LIKE A BALLOON! Jacob smiled, taking a few steps back to admire his handiwork. Where once had stood the trim, athletic Doug was now an overinflated blow-up sumo doll. He slowly stalked around the swollen captive like a predator eyeing vulnerable prey. Doug let out a muffled moan as he felt the man's hand press in here and there against his bloated body. First along his side, then into his swollen back, before a blush fell over his cheeks as his bloated backside was batted like a pair of bongo drums! Chuckling evilly Jacob once again hugged the bloated boy from behind, the gentle squeeze making him groan at the surge in pressure. "Feels good, doesn't it, blimpo? Just like you dreamed it would?" he asked with a sinister tone. Doug's eyes squinted as he felt Jacob's strong arms press down onto his bloated limbs, forcing them down against his sides. Grasping the boy's hands with his own, Jacob forced Doug to rub, pat, and fondle his own swollen middle. Feeling like a living doll in the arms of his one-time friend, Doug could only shake his head and gently wriggle in place, as his hands were guided along the smooth surface of his green shirt. Moving along, Jacob released Doug's hands, causing his arms to SPROING back out to his sides. Glaring at his captor, Doug let out another grunt and groan from the tightness around his middle. This caused Jacob to pause, before he smacked his own forehead. "What was I thinking? Dude, I'm sorry," he said in an apologetic tone, his face looking concerned. Hope slowly began to creep into Doug's mind. Perhaps this was some food-induced hallucination he was having. Or maybe it was some kind of elaborate inflatable suit! Either way, his glare began to soften, as he watched Jacob turn toward the tank, hopefully to unplug the hose and end this torment! And instead, Jacob walked past the tank, hurrying over to the closet once more. Carrying something large under his arm, the man returned and flashed a smile at his inflated friend, before he set up a full-length mirror some distance away from the boy. Doug's eyes took on a worried look as he could finally see what had become of his body, reflected in that mirror. As a professional mascot and performer, Doug had always kept his body in a high state of fitness. He had been careful of what he ate... most of the time... and though he had always fantasized about being larger than life, he had always kept that confined to his online fursona and his art. And yet, staring back at him, was a wide, fat, bloated, cartoon version of himself! His thick legs, with denim wrapped around them like sausage casings, had taken a wide stance, with his fat thighs pressing firmly against each other. He winced as he could feel them rubbing against each other. Moving his glance upward, his poor middle had seemed to take the brunt of the inflation. He gasped... or he would have if the hose was not still stuffed in his mouth, as he beheld the wide middle he was now sporting. He could tell that the three bottom buttons of his shirt had flew off, revealing the dark gray t-shirt underneath. Squinting, a blush fell over his plump cheeks as he could also see the smooth skin of his belly just below the t-shirt. Reality then sank in. This was no dream... His broad chest and shoulders pressed up against his chin gently, as his arms uselessly flapped in small circles at his sides. What was reflected in that mirror was not the trim and confident athlete, but rather a ridiculous, fat, bloated doll. And still there was that constant discomfort around his middle. Squinting a bit harder, Doug soon found the cause of this pinching sensation. Wrapped around his bloated middle, stretched as far as it seemingly could go, was his brown leather belt. Jacob whistled, reaching over and gently tracing a finger along the strained leather. "Wow... that's some darn good craftsmanship! I mean, who knew ANY belt could fit a fatboy like you!" he said with a laugh, THUMPING the back of his hand against Doug's stomach. As the BWONG resonated within his inflated form, Doug gasped, feeling so tightly inflated with that belt stretched around him. He feared that any other such impact might cause him to rupture... to pop like an overinflated party balloon! "Aw, don't worry, blimp boy" Jacob said calmly, again taunting the helpless boy with another cruel nickname. Looking over at the man in his blue shirt , Doug realized that he had moved to stand beside the tank again. Fear and anxiety showed on his swollen face as he watched the man's hand reach for the dial and begin to twist it open once more. Only this time Jacob did not simply turn it one time... he continued to open the valve, causing the room to fill with a louder hissing noise, and the rubber hose to bulge fatter in Doug's mouth. "Jacommph!" Doug managed to exclaim, before the swelling hose locked his jaws in place, causing his mouth to strain to hold it. The pressure in the boy's middle grew and grew as his upper and lower body each tried to take in more air. Jacob let out a wolf whistle as his friend's body took on a voluptuous, hourglass shape. The belt began to let out loud creaks as it struggled to contain the inflating balloon it held. Doug's face grew increasingly red as he felt the band of leather continue to constrict. Looking down at his wicked friend, he could see that evil smile... and then saw the camera in Jacob's hand, recording video of his humiliation. Soon his focus returned to those creaking sounds, fearing that they were coming from his own body, and that soon he would... BANG! Doug felt a dramatic change in the pressure within him, as scraps of leather flew about the room. Jacob let out an evil laugh as he watched Doug's belt explode off of his blimped body, causing his middle to make a BWOOMPH! sound as it suddenly bulged out in all directions, finally free of its restriction. Doug's thick arms tried to flap, to try to keep him steady as his torso stretched outward suddenly. He saw his fat legs slowly widen their stance more and more as they began to fill out faster, his belly now pushing down toward the floor. Doug tried to groan as he could feel his skin stretching like rubber, taking in more and more air against his will. Jacob snickered and reached over a hand to stroke along the exposed gray t-shirt, as another two buttons had flown off, leaving only a few left on the green shirt. "Good boy" he said coldly, rubbing a fingertip around the rim of Doug's bellybutton, before slowly rubbing down into the navel. Doug's eyes fluttered as the sensations racked his mind, causing him to groan around the hose. Seeing the reaction his touch elicited, Jacob pressed his body against the boy's growing middle, rubbing along his swelling sides with both hands, pressing his face into the middle as deeply as he could. Still inflating, Doug's eyes slammed shut as he felt the man along his growing and sensitive middle, causing spikes and surges of pressure here and there as he felt his skin dimple under the touch. As Jacob stepped back, Doug could hear another dark chuckle come from his captor. Slowly opening his eyes, he went wide-eyed at his reflection. Where a few minutes ago had been standing a sumo wrestler who had gone on a food binge, what the mirror showed was now decidedly different. His torso seemed to be stretching out wider now, dominating his swollen form. As he continued to watch, seeing and feeling his body continue to stretch the fabric of his clothes like spandex, realization began to dawn on him. Doug could see that his body was changing and beginning to lose its human shape... in favor of a rounder, more spherical one. Seeing a few torn bits of his belt around the room, he realized that the belt had been helping to hold his body in a human shape, and without it, it was free to take on a proper balloon physique. Round. "Oh dear, you miss your belt, do you? Here, I've got one right here," Jacob said in a mocking tone, pulling a small metal object from his pocket. Trying to focus on what would undoubtedly be a new means of tormenting him, Doug gulped as Jacob pulled the end of a tape measure from the object. With a smirk, he began to stretch the tape around his puffing pal. Doug felt a brief shiver as the band of tape dragged and pulled across his bare skin. Jacob let out a series of increasingly loud snickers as he watched the band stretch and stretch, the numbers increasing with each passing minute. "72 inches around... 85 inches... 100 inches... geez, how much stretch do you have in you, blimp?" he asked, giving Doug's swollen rear another teasing pat. Trying to glare at Jacob behind his back by looking over his shoulder, Doug grunted as he felt his cheeks and chin balloon up plumper. Slowly his head was locked in place by his inflating upper body, forcing him to watch his reflection distort and balloon up wider and rounder. He soon felt a tingling sensation in his hands and fingers. Looking to his sides, he saw his plump digits begin to wiggle and flex less and less, as the hands themselves swelled up. As the pressure seemed to build, Doug went wide-eyed as both hands simultaneously POPPED out like basketballs with short, fat nubs for fingers. "Mmph! Mmmph!" he tried to call out at the sight. It was then Doug remembered that he had not taken off his shoes when he arrived at Jacob's house. His face grimaced as he felt his feet bulge and stretch the footwear out, trying to free themselves. Rolling his eyes, Jacob chuckled and soon kneeled down at the sides of the rapidly inflating boy. "Geez! Too fat to untie your own shoes, roundboy?" he asked, quickly untying the shoelaces enough to let Doug's ballooning feet swell out of the shoes. A small sigh of relief escaped Doug's mouth... before he felt himself wobble, as his feet followed the same behavior of his hands, and POPPED out roundly. Whimpering as he watched his reflection slowly outgrow the mirror, he could feel his skin stretching more and more, his body becoming more and more a living beach ball. Struggling to turn his face to the side, he tried to groan for help as he watched his arms growing plumper and shorter, sinking into his balloon of a body. Trying his best to struggle free, Doug felt the bottom of his torso press against the ground and slowly lift his feet into the air. As his limbs sank more and more into his overinflated form, all Doug could do was watch in the mirror as he was now a prisoner in his own body, helpless before his captor. One more button FLEW off of the green shirt, and soon the sound of tearing fabric could be heard. Jacob laughed and tilted Doug this way and that, helping to show him reflections of his gray undershirt and blue jeans beginning to show rips and tears. "Geez! I treated these clothes with Spray Stretch and you're STILL too fat to wear them!" he laughed, his comments adding to the humiliation and torment. Rocking his captive back and forth upright like a cat toying with a mouse, Jacob smirked. He gave a light punch to Doug's side, seeing his shirt and body dimple in before springing back out. He heard a deep, echoing THUMP echo through the boy's hollow body, as he could feel his skin beginning to grow tighter. That familiar sensation of increasing pressure returned to Doug's awareness. Trying again to spit out the hose, or to wiggle his sunken arms or legs, to call out for help, he tried whatever he could to escape this inflated prison he found himself captured in. The boy's cheeks began to bulge more and more as the stretch in his skin began to lessen and lessen. Jacob held a hand to the hose, keeping it securely in place as Doug's round form continued to balloon out bigger and rounder. More rips and tears formed in the boy's tortuously overstretched clothes, as even his neck swelled out, helping to lock his head firmly in place. Looking up at the cold, icy stare of his supposed friend, Doug tried to whimper as he felt the pressure building up and up... soon there would be no more stretch to use in him. Steeling himself for the inevitable POP... Doug blinked, hearing the hissing noise slowly quiet, the hose deflating in his mouth Looking past his bloated cheeks, he saw Jacob's hand twisting the dial of the tank down until it CLANKED to the off position. Slowly the hose was slid out of his mouth. Doug quickly opened his mouth as wide as his swollen cheeks would allow, hoping that the air would WHOOSH out of him, returning him to his normal shape... but nothing escaped his spherical body. "Heh... I didn't think you had it in you, blimp boy" Jacob said, stroking a hand through Doug's hair. "Wh..wh..what the hell did you do to me?" Doug protested, his eyes darting around in a panic, his swollen form all but completely immobile and helpless. A scowl crossed Jacob's lips, as he reared his arm back and SLAPPED Doug's wide middle, causing him to groan as he wobbled back and forth like some sort of child's toy. Tapping his foot, Jacob grabbed two handfuls of the boy's bloated flesh to steady him. "I...wasn't...done...talking..." he said coldly, causing Doug to try to slink down into his body in fear, like some kind of overinflated turtle. Jacob cleared his throat and patted at his round captive before he started to walk around the ball of a boy, taking his time to prod here and there. He drew the tape measure around the circumference of the puffed-up Australian as if he was inspecting a prize pig at the county fair. A wicked grin crossed his face as he could no longer bring the ends of the tape measure together. "Geez... you must be.. twelve feet in diameter? You always ate like you were a blimp... and now you are. So how's it feel, balloon boy?" he asked, leaning against Doug like a giant cushion, his muscular form dimpling and denting the boy's swollen form. Grunting as he was treated like furniture, Doug tried to swat at Jacob with a bloated hand, managing to make it wiggle a few inches. "How could you do this to me?! I'm.. I'm a balloon!" he exclaimed. Jacob rolled his eyes, walking around to Doug's front and leaning against him, smiling up at his bloated face. "Just like you aaaaaaaaaaalways wanted, right? Just like all your art and online stuff," he said, the color draining from Doug's face as he remembered telling Jacob about all of his inflation interests, and now he was being forced to live out his fetish against his will as a helpless prisoner in his own bloated body. "So," he said, standing up and brushing off his blue shirt, "it looks like we both got what we wanted for our birthdays!" Doug blinked. How could THIS be what he wanted? To be blown up? Trapped? At the mercy of a maniac? Not like this. It was never supposed to be like thi... "Wait... OUR birthdays?!" Doug asked, giving a few blinks. Jacob smirked, pausing to take a close-up picture of that quizzical, bloated face staring at him. "You never did ask me when my birthday was... did you, fatass?" he said with a dark chuckle. Doug's bloated face went pale as he began to realize that he never had asked... and now that fact seemed to spell everything about this situation out. "Yeah, August 28th is a great day. And we both got what we wanted. You got to live out your deepest, darkest fantasy..." he said, giving the beach ball boy another sound THUMP to the middle. As he slowly stopped rocking, wincing from the sensation, Doug let out a whimper and quietly asked, "A-a-and what did you get?" Jacob's blue eyes locked onto Doug's as he took a step closer. The helpless blimp of a boy could feel his friend's hands rub along his many new curves as he was slowly rolled forward, bringing his plump cheeks into the waiting grasp of his captor. "I got one last birthday present...I got a brand new toy..." he said, seeing Doug's pupils shrink in fear. "Bu-but I'm not a WHOOOOAAAA!" Doug exclaimed as he was suddenly shoved! Tumbling backwards, Doug's spherical body began to roll like a real toy ball. He let out an MMMPH! as his head was rolled over, momentarily sinking it down into his swollen middle. The coolness of the concrete teased his bare belly skin as he rolled over it. As the world spun by at a dizzying pace, he could make out an approaching wall. Closing his eyes, the round boy let out a deep OOF! as he impacted the wall, feeling the pressure within him shift as he smooshed against the wall, before making a loud BWOING! sound as he bounced off of it like a superball. Tumbling and bouncing back several feet, Doug slowly and dizzily came to a stop on his back, groaning. He tried to scamper his swollen feet against the ground to get away, like a turtle stuck on his back. He let out a grunt as Jacob's words echoed in his mind. He had thought that HE was getting one last birthday present... when in fact he WAS that one last birthday present... Jacob's face appeared over his, staring down at the helpless boy. His eyes were cold and icy. Doug winced as he felt one of the man's feet step up onto his upper body, pressing down to make his form dimple and bend as he knelt down face to face. "Toys don't speak unless spoken to... got it, blimp?" he asked through gritted teeth. "But, I'm not a toy! I'm Do-AAHHHH!" escaped his mouth as he received a swift KICK to his side, sending him tumbling and rolling once more. Doug tried to call out for help as he helplessly spun across the room, bouncing hard into the opposite wall and rebounding toward his original position, groaning and moaning as he slowly settled on his massive front. Gasping for breath, he could only watch helplessly as his captor approached, dragging the air hose with him. "Toys don't speak unless spoken to... got it? Or do I have to give you some more 'air time' until you go pop?" he asked, brushing the hose across Doug's fat lips, letting a tiny puff of air escape the hose into his mouth. Blinking up with a pathetic whimper, Doug opened his mouth an inch, prepared to speak, to shout, to plead... before he finally sealed his lips and nodded his head in fear of the dominant man before him. "Good toy," he said, setting down the hose. "Now then... what to call you? Toys don't have people names.. they have toy names!" Doug winced and whimpered. He had a name, he liked his name! He wasn't a toy, he shouldn't have a toy name. Looking around, he saw the sun still shining through the windows to the outside, and could hear the sounds of people out on the street. If only he could cry out to them, to get their attention, surely they would come to rescue him from this madman! If only he could move! "I have it!" Jacob said, clapping his hands loudly, bringing Doug's attention back to him. With a smirk, Jacob stroked a hand through Doug's hair and down onto his warm, swollen cheek, giving it a pat. "I'll call you... Blowup Boy" he said with a derisive laugh. Doug's jaw fell open... as far as his swollen, thick chin would allow. He wanted to yell at Jacob, but he saw that hose nearby. He whimpered at the name, as again Jacob was using something from his online fantasies to humiliate him. Feeling his former friend's hand pat his puffy cheek again to draw his attention, Doug gulped. "Now then... what's your name?" Jacob said in a slow, dominant tone. Doug's eyes darted around, then he noticed Jacob's other hand had picked up the hose again. Giving his bloated fingers and toes a wiggle, Doug realized he was trapped, a bloated, helpless blimp before this man. Fearing the response disobedience would bring, he slowly gulped, and then opened his mouth. "I-I-I'm.. B-Blowup Boy..." he said, his voice shaking and whimpering. A smirk spread across Jacob's face as he brushed a lock of dark hair from his eyes before he continued. "And what are you?" he asked in the same slow, deliberate manner. Doug whimpered. Would there be no end to this torment? Seeing that a quick answer was required, and feeling Jacob's hand stroke down from his cheek to his immense right side, Doug was again reminded that he was a prisoner now. "I-I'm a..." he gulped, barely able to spit out the word, "...toy" Jacob frowned, bringing the hose up to Doug's face again. What had he done? He did exactly what he wanted him to! He shouldn't be inflated until he popped. The man in blue leaned down, pressing his hand deep into the swollen side and stretched shirt. "'I'm a toy'... what?" he asked with a deep growl. Going pale in the face again, Doug gulped, feeling that hose brush across his lips. This was his last chance, he realized. With a weak whimper, he gave up hope and looked up at Jacob's blue eyes. "I'm... a toy...master" he said in a defeated tone. The icy stare stayed locked onto Doug's eyes, as the hose again pressed to his lips. "No!" Doug thought, "I did what you wanted!" Whining. Doug feared that the end was finally upon him, before he felt Jacob's breath on his ear. "And don't you ever forget it... Blowup Boy" he said in a fierce whisper, as if fully claiming his prize. Letting the hose drop to the ground, Jacob reached into his pocket and pulled out a thin, black band of stretchy material. Squinting, Doug could see that the strap was similar to the one that Jacob had used to bind his hands earlier. Only this one appeared to have something metallic attached to it. Jacob grinned at his inflated captive and leaned in, starting to stretch the strap around his thick, bloated neck. Grunting and wincing as he felt the soft material pull across his skin, Doug could only watch as Jacob fit this strap... this collar around his neck. "There we go! Always gotta put proper identification on what you own," Jacob said, leaning against his round possession, "Whether it's a toy or a pet... and you're both now, right Blowup Boy?" Doug let out a quiet sigh and cast his eyes downward. He could feel the metallic ID tag dangle from the collar, hearing Jacob's words echo through his mind. He felt hope vanish from his mind, with this, now all he was was property. Now he was nothing but an inflated toy, to be played with, teased, taunted, tormented, inflated, and used for the amusement of others... his master's. Helpless and defeated, the round-faced boy looked up at his owner. "Y-yes, master... it's perfect for your toy and pet Blowup Boy" he responded, the answer making Jacob's grin grow wider. "Excellent," he said, moving to Doug's left side, out of his view. Wobbling, Doug again felt his swollen form begin to roll, Jacob's hands pressing against him like an oversized Oompa Loompa. Tumbling slower than he had before, Doug could see quite clearly where he was being taken. The two large front doors loomed closer and closer. "Oh no..." he thought to himself. "You know, the sun's not down yet, and it's still my birthday," Jacob said happily, "I want to take my new toy out and show it off to everyone in the neighborhood!" Doug momentarily opened his mouth to shout NO!, but the collar rubbing against his throat reminded him what punishment he would face if he dared to do that. Still, this might work out. Maybe when people saw him, they would come to save him! Yes! All of his friends, his neighbors, they would rescue him from this nightmare! Doug let out a deep OOF as he was rammed against the front doors, causing them both to swing open widely. Feeling his ballooned body wedge into the doors, Doug groaned. His body bulged like muffin dough out of the house, bulging like a squeezed balloon. Jacob grunted as he leaned his weight into the wall of boy before him, making comments along the lines of "suck it in, fatboy!", before finally Doug's round form POPPED free of the doorframe, tumbling and gently bouncing out onto the front lawn in the late afternoon sun. As he rolled to a stop, Doug could see various people on the street and in front of their houses. His friends. His neighbors. His saviors! The sight of the nearly 13' wide ball in overstretched clothes caused everyone around to halt immediately in their tracks, most with their jaws on the ground. Feeling Jacob's hands rub against him from behind, knowing he was right beside him kept Doug from calling out for help. But, surely these people didn't need any further reason to help him! "Oh my goodness... is that... Doug?" he heard asked across the street. "Oh yes... I'm safe.. I'm safe... I'm...?" Doug thought to himself, as he began to hear a darkly familiar sound. It was quiet at first. A single snicker. Then a second. What followed was a chuckle, then a guffaw. Finally several nearby mean burst out into laughter. "Oh geez, what a weirdo! Look at how foolish he looks! He must have a new job mascoting for Goodyear!" one tall man with a goatee yelled out, before doubling over laughing. No.. this wasn't supposed to happen! Then Doug felt a poke against his lower body, and then a second. Finally more hands began to tease and prod at his helpless frame. The laughter and namecallings kept building, as all Doug could do was lay there, nothing but a helpless object to be humiliated for the amusement of others. Looking up at Jacob, Doug let out a gulp. "Let's go play... Blowup Boy" he said with a grin. "Yes... master" was all Doug could respond as he was slowly rolled away by the mob and his owner, now nothing but a toy balloon boy for the rest of his life.

34849

blowkiss, giantess

Female Inflation

Full Body Inflation

None

3.8

11

"Rebecca!" Karen waved as she walked down the beach. "Wow, I didn't expect you to be here."Rebecca turned, smiling as she saw her friend. "Karen, hi! Nice swimsuit.""Thanks, you too.""Oh, this old thing?" She plucked at it. "I only wear this when I feel like a balloon.""I... can't say that's ever happened to me.""Oh, well I could show you, then." She waved her away. "Just be sure to stand clear, okay?" With that, she cracked her knuckles, took a deep breath, put her thumb in her mouth and blew.Karen watched as her friend slowly turned red in the face and... well, and little else, it seemed. "Come on, 'Becca, you made your point. You can stop now." Rebecca shook her head, and Karen rolled her eyes, about to chide her friend again until she noticed that cheeks were getting larger. Not just large for a person, but unnaturally so; by now they were the size of oranges, flush with color as her friend continued to strain.Suddenly there was a "whoosh," and Rebecca's body seemed to push out in all directions, gaining a few inches before almost - but not quite - returning to its normal size. She let out a gasp as she let her arm drop, panting for breath before patting a newfound paunch that seemed too buoyant to be fat. "Whoo! First one's always the hardest."Karen gaped, taking a step back. "Did... did you just...?"She winked. "I said I felt like a balloon, didn't I?" With that she took another deep breath, stuck her thumb in her mouth and blew again. Instantly her hips and bust widened, her stomach pushed out further, and her limbs gained thickness. Another blow, and her shoulders and back rounded out. As she sucked in another breath, Karen noticed that she was getting taller as well as fuller: before Karen had half a foot on Rebecca, but now they were nearly eye to eye.With each breath Rebecca grew rounder, as she grew rounder she grew higher, as she grew higher the sound of air rushing inside of her grew louder. Karen could only watch as her friend pumped herself larger and larger, breasts and belly swelling inches at a time, creeping skyward as they loomed over her.Eventually enough was enough. "Rebecca!" Karen shouted up at her. "You made your point! You... you really look like a balloon now, okay?" She glanced at Rebecca's knees, now level with her head; her swollen legs and puffy feet making her look like a parade float from her angle. "Can you... can you stop? Please?"There was a loud, sharp intake of breath, followed by a "fwoosh" as she swelled one last time. Karen drew her thumb from her mouth as she sighed. She caressed the domes of her breasts before running her hands down to her enormous, taut stomach, skin squeaking as she ran her fattened hands across its surface, smiling at the drum-like sound as she tapped her fingers on it. "What's the matter? Worried about me popping?""No, you just..." She backpedaled, circling around for a line of sight to her friend's face that wasn't eclipsed by her own body. "You didn't have to get this -big-.""I wasn't doing it for you, I was doing it for me." Turning her head, she spotted Karen to her right. She awkwardly lowered herself down, belly resting on the sand, and held one hand out for her friend. "Hop on."Karen climbed on, sitting comfortably in Rebecca's palm, and held on to her friend's thumb as she was lifted up, climbing off once she was at her breasts. She clambered across, clinging to the edge of Rebecca's swimsuit. "So do you do this often?""Twice a week. Sometimes more. I'm trying to push my limits.""You mean you want to be even bigger than this?""Oh, I can be even bigger than this. I want to be even bigger than -that-.""Wow. So... how did you learn how to do this?"Rebecca blinked, and an impish smile spread across her plump lips. "You really want to know?""Kinda."She reached up, firmly but gently grasping her friend. As she struggled in surprise, Rebecca brought her closer to her lips. "I had someone pick me up..." She took a deep breath. "...and blow."As their lips met a gust of warm air rushed into Karen, filling not just her lungs but her entire being. She was aware of a sudden pressure pushing her out in all directions and felt her entire body -stretch-, like a muscle she hadn't used before, to contain the torrent entering her. She could feel herself getting bigger, skin pulling against itself as she swelled larger and larger. A second blow came, as fierce as the first, and she flailed her bloated limbs as best she could as she was forced bigger, inch by pneumatic inch.Suddenly she heard her entire body creak, and she squeezed her eyes shut as the pressure inside of her rose. Rebecca's blowing quickly stopped, however, and Karen opened her eyes again to see her looking at her, concerned, before she knelt down and set her down by her side feet-first."How do you feel?" Rebecca asked.Karen waddled around in a small circle on the sand. Her limbs were stiff and tight, but as she moved she could feel her strength returning to her. She looked down at herself, tapping her stomach experimentally and feeling the drum-tight surface vibrate and ripple. All throughout her body she was snug, warm, and full, and as she looked around she estimated that she was nearly ten feet tall; a far cry from Rebecca's current height, but far taller than anyone she'd ever met. "I feel... pretty good."She smiled. "Great!""Just warn me before you do something like that next time, okay?""Next time I'm going to teach you how to do that yourself.""Is it hard?""Nah, it's pretty easy." Rebecca raised her thumb to her mouth. "Now stopping? That's the hard part."

38930

clothes bursting, compressed gas, floating, hydrogen

Female Inflation

Full Body Inflation

Implied

4.3

13

Patricia was used to people looking down at her -- literally. Puberty and growth spurts had passed her by with barely a glance, leaving her 4'10" and just shy of 90 lbs. "Trixie the Pixie", they called her in high school. Boys treated her like a disposable sex toy. Girls saw her as an object of pity and scorn, when they weren't just stuffing her into lockers. Her intellect, talents, and assertive personality went unnoticed, wrapped up in such a tiny package. But Patricia was determined not to let her body's failings define her destiny. She put her mind to work, applied herself, and got a job with an internationally-renowned catering company right out of school. She had to start at the bottom, of course, but she knew she could expand her skillset, impress her supervisors, and rise up quickly. Just on her first day, she'd already learned a few things. First, obscenely wealthy families holding multi-million-dollar weddings would invite people they didn't know or care about for social purposes, then corral them in a tent hidden on the outskirts of their property, full of cheap snacks and booze. Second, they'd specify a certain bottom-shelf wine for their little Siberia, then blow up at the caterers on the morning of because the brand they very specifically requested wasn't sparkling. Third, when you have to carbonate a lot of beverage in a hurry, hydrogen gets the job done much more quickly than carbon dioxide. Patricia just hoped no one would be smoking over their drink. This is where she found herself working her first assignment, wielding a carbonation gun, sticking the needle through the cork, gassing up bottle after bottle. The uniform her employers had custom-ordered for her hadn't arrived yet, so Patricia was wearing one made for an adult-sized woman. She was practically swimming in it -- she'd even had to take in some waistband with a binder clip to keep her pants up. This was probably why she was exiled to this remote corner, where no one would see her. Her pants legs kept falling down over her ankles, tripping her up as she raced to complete her task on time. Patricia had only a few bottles left to go when the gun ran out of gas. She'd been hoping this wouldn't happen; the receptacle had a pin which was supposed to puncture the end of the gas capsule, but it was blunt and difficult to poke through the metal. For the umpteenth time, Patricia wished she had a little upper-body strength, as she struggled to force the slender tube into its socket. So focused was she on her task that she didn't realize she'd forgotten to lock it in place first. The instant the pin pierced the capsule, the slick metal slipped from her grasp. Patricia barely had time to blink as it rocketed into her mouth and down her throat, coming to rest in her stomach. As she stood there, stunned by the events of that split second, a gurgling from her midsection drew her attention. She grasped her abdomen, feeling its softness give way to firm resilience. To her astonishment, it then starting pushing out, inflating right under her hands. Seconds later, Patricia felt a sensation she hadn't experienced since she was ten: wearing clothes too small for her. Her belly had blown up as far as her shirt could accommodate it, and she grunted softly as the stiff fabric gripped her in an unfriendly embrace that grew tighter by the second. A sudden sound made Patricia's heart leap in her throat. Relief washed over her as she realized she hadn't popped, only popped a button off her shirt. Several more followed in quick succession, and her stomach sprang forth from its confinement. Patricia was stupefied to see such an enormous protrusion projecting from her body. She'd worn a fake pregnancy belly (much too big for her) for sex-ed class, but it was another thing entirely to have one made of your own flesh and skin. The way it tugged upward instead of downward was especially disconcerting. Patricia's brain finally snapped out of its paralysis, and she realized that her pneumatic problem was only going to get worse unless she did something about it. She squeezed her midsection, trying to deflate it. The gas shifted under her grasp, but always settled back where it started, no matter which way she pushed it. And as her swelling tummy grew into its newfound freedom, it firmed up and presented increasing resistance to her attempts. Patricia pulled hard on her underbelly, and felt a gas bubble begin to well up inside her. Gritting her teeth, she redoubled her efforts, fighting with all the force her pipestem arms could muster. If only she could make herself burp, she might not burst... There was a soft gurgle, a gentle hiss, and the strange sensation of the pressure pushing its way up her torso. Before she knew what was happening, her small, pert breasts blew up, advancing through cup sizes faster than Patricia could have pronounced them. Her flimsy bra, more an affectation than a necessity, yielded to their expansion with only a token protest. But her shirt was made of sterner stuff; its top half held on tenaciously as it filled to capacity. She let out a strangled squeak as the pressure on her chest crushed her windpipe. The bubble in her belly finally broke loose and worked its way up her throat, only to find the exit closed. It seemed to hesitate for a moment, then took the only path available to it. Patricia's eyes bugged as her bosom ballooned further, stretching her shirt, which in turn further compressed her chest. She cast about frantically for help. Nothing. She was all alone in the tent, out of sight of the other staff, and over a minute's walk from anywhere. With her oxygen rapidly running out, she pawed desperately at her breasts, but their expansive curves under taut fabric slipped from her grasp. Just as her consciousness began to fade, her chest exploded out in a shower of buttons, thankfully without causing Patricia to explode as well. Sucking in lungfuls of precious air, she shrugged off the tattered remains of her shirt and bra as she surveyed these latest developments. Her mother was a spectacularly busty woman, and Patricia had often wondered what it would be like to be as well-endowed as her. Now that she finally had a rack to put Mom's to shame, though, she would have gladly traded it back for the cute little set she'd had less than a minute ago. But the capsule wasn't finished wreaking changes on her figure. It had worked its way down her system and found a new part of her body to pump gas into. Patricia blanched, her mouth forming a silent O of horror, as she felt the pressure mounting in her pelvis. Her flaring hips and rounding rear rapidly took back the bound-up slack in her waistband. In no time, her once-baggy pants had drawn as tight as spandex disco jeans against her crotch and backside. Her questing hands felt the hem of her panties standing out in sharp relief against the thin, taut fabric. Patricia had never been jealous of her mother's lower body. She'd never wanted childbearing hips or a big ol' butt, and even with no one to witness it, this obscene distortion of her body shape was deeply humiliating. "Patty the Fatty" would have been her new nickname, if her classmates could see her now. Her embarrassment compounded itself when she personally and involuntarily made a major contribution to global warming. Rather than deep and low as she would have expected, it was piercingly shrill, and almost deafening even through two drum-tight layers of cloth. She could have sworn she saw the tower of wine glasses tremble slightly under the sonic onslaught. Maybe "Patulent the Flatulent" would be more appropriate. As their legs grew tight around her thickening thighs, Patricia realized her pants weren't going to give up the ghost as easily as her shirt had. Her hands flew to her fly, which she found was already under heavy tension. Undeterred, she worked her thumbs under the waistband and grasped it tightly, fighting to push it together. She managed to get the hook three-quarters of the way unhooked before the mounting pressure forced it back out again. When she couldn't even budge it anymore, Patricia was forced to admit defeat. Only then did she realize her bulging belly had wrapped around her thumbs -- she couldn't pull them out! Struggling against her entrapment, Patricia once again tripped on the pants legs pooling around her ankles. Without her arms free to catch her balance, she found herself falling backwards... and falling... still falling... It took her a while to wrap her mind around the reason she hadn't hit the ground yet. It couldn't be that -- there was no way the capsule had enough gas -- she knew she was a lightweight, but she couldn't possibly be light enough to... but when she saw the ground tilt into view from the top of her vision, she was forced to accept the fact that her condition had progressed to this absurd extent. Patricia was lighter than air! For a few seconds, she simply rotated in place, but her body was still inflating, and hovering soon gave way to slow rising. Her fear finally won out over her unwillingness to be seen in this state, and she screamed for help. But the hydrogen on her breath made her voice come out as a barely-audible squeak; the sound wouldn't carry beyond the tent, let alone to the nearest person. Patricia let out a high-pitched burp -- too little, too late to arrest her ascent, it merely set her drifting towards the central table. As the centerpiece floated into view, she desperately snapped at it with her teeth, but succeeded only in snagging a single leaf. Her hands were still uselessly bound to her waist, and her buoyancy built until her leafy lifeline broke, and she floated up, writhing in vain against the forces controlling her body, until she came to rest face-down against the top of the tent. Minute after minute passed, her boobs and belly blew up bigger and bigger, her butt, hips and thighs redoubled their assault again their fabric prison, the canvas pressed against her back with increasing insistence, and Patricia was beginning to resign herself to becoming a human Hindenburg, when something shifted in her bowels. The capsule that had inflicted this confounding condition upon her was completing its journey and coming up on the exit. She felt it beginning to poke out of her, propelled by the pneumatic pressure it was responsible for. It stalled just as it was almost out, and for a heart-stopping moment Patricia was afraid her swollen cheeks would hold it in place -- but all of a sudden it took off like a rocket, launching right through the seat of her pants and the tent, off into the sky. Tears welled in Patricia's eyes as she sobbed in relief that she wasn't going to burst. She was pretty sure she'd be okay now; all she had to do was wait to deflate and get back to the ground. Her pants were starting to tear apart, and once they were done for, she'd have the use of her arms again and could pull herself down a tentpole. But when she felt a draft on her exposed backside, Patricia's blood ran cold as she realized the hole in the tent was also ripping open from her upward pressure on it; if it gave way, she'd join that stupid capsule in the wild blue yonder! The battle lasted for what felt like hours, even though it must have been only a couple minutes. She would gain some ground, twisting and bending her legs to accelerate the destruction of her last item of clothing; then the tent would counter, widening the hole she was inescapably falling (or rising) into. In the end, Patricia lost by a nose, slipping out before she could stop herself. Her pants fell apart a split-second too late, her thrusting hands falling a quarter-inch short of the canvas, and Trixie floated up like a pixie past the point of no return. All she could do was cry for help in a voice that only a dog could hear, as she rose into the clear blue sky. Without constricting clothing to contain its growth, her lower body made up for the expansion it had been denied for so long. A torrent of gas from her upper half flooded into it, swelling her thighs into zaftig cones, blowing her butt up beyond all reason, and making her hips spread wider, wider, and wider, until Patricia thought they'd emancipate themselves from her and become independent citizens. Her newly pear-shaped body reoriented itself, and she ended up face-down with her ass in the air, giving her a nice view of the ground as it swiftly fell away. Why had something like this happened to her? She was just trying to do her job. If only she'd been stronger, so she could have deflated herself. If only she'd been heavier, so she wouldn't have floated away. If only she hadn't been working alone, so someone could have helped -- No. For years Patricia had thought of herself as small and weak. She'd let boys use her and girls push her around. And now she'd let a handful of hydrogen humiliate her and put her in this peril. She had only herself, no one else, to blame for her current situation. And she could get out of it all by herself. She'd already disposed of the source of her condition, so all she had to do was relieve herself of some of this gas and she could get back down to Earth. And Patricia was going to do that if it killed her. She tried squeezing her breasts, one at a time, then both at once, then her stomach, then her hips and ass. In every case, the gas just moved over to other regions, then flowed right back as soon as she let up. She needed to make an exit for it, and only one way came to mind. She tried pulling her legs up to her chest, but her belly got in the way, and she couldn't deflate it without forcing gas into her thighs, which just made them uncurl again. Swinging her right leg to the side, she leaned over and grabbed it under her knee. This tilted her broadened hips at a severe angle, and her left leg dangled just out of reach. But she heaved, and huffed, and through dint of persistent effort managed to tilt far enough the other way to grab her left knee too. With all the strength her slender arms could muster, she pulled her thighs inward, squeezing them against her tummy. Her breasts swelled in protest, welling right up to her chin, but she knew they couldn't blow up big enough to hold ALL the gas she was displacing, and there was only one way for the rest to go... When her wind finally broke, Patricia almost thought it would break her in the process. Her body vibrated from the sheer force of the sound, and it took her a while for her vision to unblur and her inner ears to stabilize. When she came to her senses, Patricia was relieved to find herself descending; not as fast as she'd been rising, but that meant she could make a soft landing. Lower and lower she dropped, until she guessed she had only a minute of air time left, and -- She barely noticed the approaching hiss. The sudden penetration of her rear entrance, though was impossible to overlook. At first Patricia was indignant at the violation and the interruption of her train of thought. What in the world could have -- no. Oh no. There was just no way. Even on a windless day like today, how in the world could that stupid freaking hunk of metal have POSSIBLY come down EXACTLY where it took off from?! But the now-familiar sensation of pressure building in her body told her in no uncertain terms that that was, in fact, what had just happened. The force of impact, and the additional ballast, had given her a little extra downward impetus. But the buoyancy she was building back up would soon take that away, along with all the rest of her body weight and all her hopes and dreams for the future. There was no time to try to force out another fart, so with no other options coming to mind, Patricia desperately started swimming through the air. She had no idea if this was actually helping, or even if it made aerodynamic sense, but she couldn't just drift helplessly like she'd done all her life. Slowly the tent crept up as she thrashed toward it, until she stopped short just feet away from the hole she'd torn in it. With a desperate swing of an arm, Patricia just barely got one finger around the edge, and just barely managed to pull herself down and get a grip with her other hand before the first slipped free. She gasped with relief, having overcome yet another wrinkle in what had become a very long day. Her struggle against her situation, or more likely the thunderous announcement of her triumph over it, had finally drawn some attention to her, and a small crowd soon gathered around the tent. Patricia yelled in her comically squeaky voice at the people taking camera photos of her; she had no desire to have her naked, bloated body put on display, but regardless of her wishes she was probably going to be blowing up Instagram within the hour. As long as that was the only thing she was blowing up. Her supervisor came running over, apparently caught in the middle of his break. Of course, he hadn't bothered to put his cigarette out. "*BRAAAAAAAAAAP*" *KABOOOOOOOOOM* For a while, Patricia wondered if she was dead. After all, she felt like she was floating, and she could see nothing but bright whiteness. Then her vision cleared, and her ears stopped ringing, and she found herself very much alive, very much aloft, and with very little chance of ever touching land again. Fighting her inflation was an unwinnable battle. She'd grunt, and groan, and strain, and finally pass some gas, maybe even descend a little, but the capsule would just fill her right back up again. After countless cycles of no real progress, her thighs got too thick and turgid for her to reach her knees anymore; then her arms swelled up, sparing her from even being able to try. Burping became her only outlet, but the gas wanted to go up, not down, so her eructations weren't nearly strong enough to manage her buoyancy. All they really accomplished was to propel her even higher in the air. As she blew up, and flew up, and tried not to give up, Patricia found one last ray of hope. The capsule was almost finished with its second trip through her body. If she could manage to cough it up, she might, might, be able to belch her way back down within, what, three weeks? Assuming she wasn't struck by lightning, or sucked into a jet engine, or popped by a passing bird that got too fresh with its beak. She'd take those odds right now. Slowly the tube made its way down her throat, propelled by the gas it was still leaking out. Just another minute, and... wait. What was happening? With horror, Patricia realized that her body had filled almost to capacity, and the gas was forcing its way into the only place left -- her face! First her neck swelled up, merging into the curves of her shoulders. Then her chin and cheeks filled out, puckering her lips. Finally, her lips themselves swelled firmly shut. And so, when the capsule reached her mouth, it found no exit, but lodged in place, continuing to pump gas into a body that, at this point, simply had no room for any more. "I should have taken the sign-twirler job", Patricia ruefully thought to herself, as her skin began to creak.

33704

female, water

Female Inflation

Belly Inflation, Breast Inflation

None

3.8

6

The day was hot. Being in the middle of summer, days like this came often, and often did we make the best out of it. Geared with my bikini, my towel, and some sunscreen, spending the day basking in the sun with my bestie sounded like a marvelous idea. Of course, the beach was a bit too far away, so we have to settle for your back yard, pool and all. I had a good feeling about today, and I planned to make the best of it. Nudging my sunglasses upward on my nose, I parked up on your driveway, grabbed myself, locked my car and made way for the door. No matter how long we've been good friends, and no matter how many times I've been to your house, out of a undying sense of courtesy, I ring the door bell... Bing, biiiiinnnnng, bing... Looking through the glass inlay, I see your lovely figure strolling up to the door, until I hear the lock on the door click. As the door open I greet you with a friendly smile while I take in the sight. Much like myself you're sporting a lovely summer bikini, colored a series of complimentary blues and purples. I can't help but grin, seeing how well your petite frame fills the piece, mentally undressing and redressing you at my whims. With a pleasant greeting, you take a step out and give me a fullsome embrace, though your face practically goes immediately into my cleavage given your height. I giggle at this and comment on your looks as we both make our ways to the back yard. As always, the lawn is a perfect deep greep, and the pool is a glistening blue. Many memories live here, and I hoped to make a few more interesting ones today. I scanned over the turf and saw that you had already laid out your towel, and following suit, I laid mine next to it, on the side closer to the pool. Taking a look around, my eyes took note of certain features of your back yard: the back of the house itself, the hose reel, the sprinkler panel, the sun chairs, and the vast yard itself. Thoughts fluttered in my mind, and a silly smirk drew itself upon my face. It was then that I came back to reality when you tapped me shoulder, gesturing to the sunscreen bottle in your hand. I blinked, and then nodded humbly as you laid face down, undoing your top. Just where I want you... I liberally apply the sunscreen to all of your back, but once I'm done, I take advantage of you laying down and tip-toe over to the sprinkler panel. I've worked this thing before, and now was the time for to make good on all my waiting. Closing the panel, I walked steadily over to the hose and quietly began to pull out a length of it. Ensuring the hose head valve was shut, I turn on the water, and put it down close to the grass. With the minute or so I had left, I knelt down, and ever so gently, kissed the back of your neck. With the desired reaction, I feel your body shiver giddily, and hear you giggling. I tell you its all apart of the fun, and just as you begin to question me about what fun I'm refering to... PffffSSSHHHHHHHH! PfffffSHHHHH! With perfect timing, sprinkler heads began to pop out of the ground, one after the other, and as they filled with water, they began to shower the entire the lawn, including us. The shock of cold water raining down on you jolts you enough to make you scramble to your feet, hurriedly trying to collect your towel before it was too late. Fortunately, it already was, but not for the towel. Calmly I stood to my full height next to you, and with little grace I give you firm push backwards, knowing full well you're not the best with your sense of balance. You arms wave wildly for but a second until your rear comes in contact with the ground, an odd foomph accompanying it. After a short squeak, you look right at me, eyes burning in a confused and betrayed manner, but that doesn't last long. Before you can even muster a curse or stern insult you feel a coolness entering your lower half. The anger in your expression leaves instantaneously as you take a look around, until your see your rear end... Slowly but surely, it begins widening, getting rounder, bloating outward. Your shrill squeal pierces my ears as you frantically try to push yourself off. By now you must know that you conveniently fell on a sprinkler, and all that water that would be going to the lawn is now flooding into your soft, bubbly bum. Turning your head to the left and right, doing your best to get a glimpse and your filling behind, you forget to take notice of where I've gone. Yet, by the time you do notice, once again it is already too late. Standing before you was myself in all my wet and shining glory, armed with a now running hose. Determined to not let you get a single word in the hose soon finds its way inside your mouth, stuck so securely that it stays even after I let go. Your eyes widen incredibly while you begin to tug hopelessly at hose as the flow of water from it starts to fill your cheeks, rushing steadily into you. As you take in what soon amasses to be gallons of liquid, you quickly come to the realization that its not going down into your stomach... Its billowing out your uncovered breasts, bulging them more and more like waterballoons... For the most part, everything had gone according to plan: you, filling up in a rapid pace, not only from one end, but two! Bigger and bigger you became, your once lithe form bloating to newer and larger sizes. Your entire form becan to somewhat raise higher with the size that your butt had obtained. Each cheek tremored with the sloshing and whirling waters that were within. Your breasts weren't far behind as each minute the hose pumped water into you was another cup or more added to your liquidy bust. Admiring my work, I stepped around your swelling form, poking and proding where I saw fit. You didn't take notice, but who could blame you, having your body slowly transform more and more into a watery hourglass is something that demands one's full attention. While still frantic, I sense a calm overcoming the fear, as you cup your impressive breasts together, feeling their softness, their sloshyness, how smooth your wet skin is beneath your grip. After a while, I even see a blush reddening your cheeks. To me, this couldn't have went any better, as I kneel to your side, a curious hand lifting to squeeze your squishy bosom. Your face says a thousand words in response to my touch, but this is just the beginning. Larger you swell, plumping up marvelously, steadily more, and more, and more! The soft sounds coming from your lips signal the intense sensation. Each touch feels like electricity, stinging so lightly, but so desirable. Your behind rivals two overly filled bean-bag chairs, your bust surpassing even the largest of beachballs, swaying heftily on your chest. On your figure, these proportions are simply outrageous, and only getting more and more so as time passes. Though, you want more it seems. Your hands run all over your body, squeezing, touching, holding, kneading. My hands are right there with yours, rubbing, massaging, pushing, teasing. Everything is flowing and flooding, pushing your limits with each ounce, each quart, each gallon that fills you. Soft but ushered moans flutter from your limits. You can feel the pressure mounting. Higher and Higher! Larger you fill, bigger you bulge! I reach my hands around to your front and give both your swollen nipples the firmest squeeze! Your pleasured and water muffled scream fills my ears...and then all goes silent. One by one, the sounds of sputtering sprinklers come to and end, as they all retreat back into the ground. The timer on the garden hose even times out, and with a gentle tug I pull it free from your mouth. You breathe heavily for short time as I drape myself across your shoulder, nuzzling my cheek into yours. For a time you marvel at the sheer size you have gained, reveling in the wonders that are your massively plump breasts, and your stupendously large rear end. Getting up, I walk around to your front, and slump onto your breasts to see you face to face. I give a slight remark, something to the effect of things not being bad. And for my efforts, I receive a flick to my nose, and a stubborn, but thankful grin. Completely worth it.

2706

floating, helium, hydrogen

Female Inflation

Full Body Inflation

None

3.9

8

"Hey Kristin!" giggled Kelly gleefully, as she saw her long-time colleague enter the Gap store. "Hi Kelly," replied Kristin, walking casually over to the checkout. Her shift wasn't due to start for another ten minutes and she wanted to catch up on the latest info. "So, what's been going on?" she continued. "Oh, the usual," said Kelly with a mischievous smile. "Nothing exciting. Oh, but there is something I want to show you!" Looking around the store to make sure there were no customers, Kelly left the desk and made her way into the staff area, in the back, beckoning Kristin to follow. Once they were in the hidden storage area, Kelly pulled the curtain across. "What's all this about?" quizzed Kristin wryly. "I only have ten minutes, you know." "I wanted to show you something amazing I learned last night, at Tenko class - raise your sweater for a moment." Kristin did as she had been asked, revealing her pink belly and small round navel. "Now, this move is called the Tenai belly buster, but don't worry! It's not dangerous and I know how to reverse it, anyway. Just relax for a sec ..." Kelly traced her right index finger around Kristin's belly-button and then deftly jabbed the tip inside, tweaking it somehow. "Okay, now watch what happens!" she laughed. Kristin dropped her sweater again and waited. Soon the results became very apparent. "I .. I feel ... big" she gasped, as her belly started to grow outwards and create a large bump beneath the red sweater." I feel .. pregnant?". Kelly watched as Kristin filled out, her stomach swelling into a tight pink sphere, but the pressure was rushing into other areas too and her toes also began to expand. Kristin quickly pulled her sweater over her head and threw it upon a wooden stool, standing in her jeans and bra, as the amazing changes continued. As both girls watched, the straps of Kristin's opened-toed sandals began to tighten, to the extent that she had to remove them also, groaning as her feet puffed up further. "Okay, I'm getting a little tight here .." she confided. "I think I'm ready to stop now!". Kelly watched Kristin's belly-button shifting and swelling, as if she were mesmerised by it. "Wha .. oh right!" she smiled" I just need to make another adjustment ..." She stuck the tip of her finger back into Kristin's navel, but was surprised when her finger was pushed back out again, as her friend's belly-button popped out with a squeak. "Oh my," she said worriedly "Um .. I don't suppose you could .. er .. suck that back in?" "Are you serious?" replied Kristin with an expression of disbelief. "Hurry up and do the thing. I'm outgrowing my jeans here!". It was true - her jeans were beginning to split up the sides as her thighs slowly expanded. Kelly fiddled with Kristin's bulging navel some more, trying to work her finger tips inside it again, but it was now impossible and all she could do was push it gently. "Kelly!" squealed Kristin, as her swelling feet became twice their usual size. "Do .. something!" Suddenly, Kelly had an idea - she couldn't reverse the expansion now, but she could speed it up using the helium tank, which was currently being used to inflate balloons for the latest Gap promotion. Maybe she could disguise all this, at least until later when the shop closed, then .. well, she' d have to see what could be done. She quickly walked over to the tank and picked up the trailing orange rubber hose, which was luckily quite long. Next she took the nozzle end of it and approached Kristin, who was working helplessly at her own navel with her rapidly bloating fingers. "I'm sorry Kristin .. but this is for the best," she muttered, swiftly shoving the hose into Kristin's mouth and dashing back to turn the small metal wheel on the tank, spinning it all the way around. "Ungh?!" muffled Kristin, as a quiet hissing sound rapidly gave way to a much louder, almost deafening one. "Oomph!" Fortunately for Kelly, it took only seconds for Kristin's fingers to expand and puff up, until she couldn't remove the hose, which was pouring helium into her at such a rate that her belly had already doubled in size and her toes had almost trebled. With a loud puffing sound, Kristin became an almost perfect sphere, her jeans finally ripping into shreds as she started to float just above the ground. Kelly finished turning the wheel, as it came loose of it's housing and fell with a tinkle to the ground, the helium now flowing at maximum volume. Shortly, a pressurised hiss, followed by silence, indicated that the tank was empty. Kelly tugged the hose from between Kristin's puffy lips to the sound of a loud gasp and groan, then watched as her fully inflated colleague floated to the ceiling, swollen feet waggling feebly. "Keh ... Kelly ..." she puffed. "Wha .. why ... have I been ... blown .. up?". For a brief second, Kelly's attention was caught by a box of tacks that had also been left with the promotional paraphernalia, but the idea quickly passed as she rationalised that bursting Kristin would be too risky and possibly quite messy too. "It's .. er .. for the store promo!" giggled Kelly with glee. "We ran out of balloons and anyway, you're much more novel than a piece of coloured rubber!". Kristin groaned loudly, as the pressure settled and her feet grew a little rounder. "But I'm not .. you can't ... I DON'T WANNA' BE A BALLOON!!" Kelly smiled her mindless smile and walked over to the tacks, removing the transparent plastic lid and carefully taking a fistful. "Kristin, what do you suppose would happen if I, say, stuck one of these in your toe and pushed real hard?" For a moment there was silence, only punctuated by a few faint squeaks and squeals. "You .. wouldn't dare," ventured Kristin. "If you made me .. pop ...." Before she could finish, Kelly had positioned a tack just beneath her left-most big toe ( which was enormous ) and brushed the point against it, very lightly. It felt a thousand times sharper than it was, to Kristin, whose skin was much more sensitive than usual. "ALRIGHT!" she huffed. "I'll do what .. whatever you want! Be careful .. you'll make me .. burst!" Kelly smiled with satisfaction. "Okay, first we need to fill you out just a little more - your feet and hands are still retaining their original shape and they need to be much bigger and rounder to make people believe you are a balloon." Kristin groaned again, her over-swollen toes writhing uncomfortably. "Luckily," continued Kelly, we also have a tank of hydrogen that should do the job nicely!" "I .. s .. saw you ... looking at my .. beh .. belly-button .. before ..." puffed Kristin, an idea forming in her mind. "Do I ... teh .. turn you .. on .. like this?" Kelly looked into Kristin's eyes for some trace of the scheme that she supposed her swollen friend was trying to implement, but saw only genuine interest. "Well, you do .. um .. look kinda' sexy," she blushed. "I cou .. could ... get much .. bigger" managed Kristin, delighted that Kelly was taking the bait. "I could .. double .. thi .. this .. in fact, I feel ... small!" Unfortunately, Kristin's idea worked a little too well and, before she could convince Kelly otherwise, the hydrogen tank had been set up and she had the hose between her puffy lips once more. Anxious to fulfill Kristin's suggestion, Kelly opened the valve all the way and watched with obvious pleasure as her colleague began to squeak and grow even bigger. By the time the hydrogen tank was emptied, Kristin had about trebled in size and was now actually stuck fast between the floor and ceiling, far too big to fit through the comparatively small door which she had originally used to enter the room. "How does that feel?!" grinned Kelly, very aroused by her colleague's new size and shape. "F .. feel like .. a .. balloon!" groaned Kristin. "B .. belly so ... big!" "I suppose you expect me to kiss you now and give you the opportunity to blow all that pressure into me, eh?" quizzed Kelly with a sly smile, kicking up her ankle behind herself and removing her simple shoe. Her toes writhed inside her plain black tights and she ran the sole of her foot seductively down the side of Kristin's immense belly. "I'm not as stupid as you think" she continued, her big toe slowly caressing the area around Kristin's huge thigh. Kristin groaned again.

29269

ass, belly, floating, gas

Female Inflation, Male Inflation

Breast Inflation, Butt Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Hourglass Inflation

None

3.3

4

I slept again in the room I had come to occupy in the house of Kubar. Bimma showed me the room at the back of the house with no ceiling and explained that this was where most people slept in their houses. I must have looked confused again as I saw no stairs going up. Bimma laughed again at my confusion, gave me a quick hug and kiss goodnight and suddenly began to inflate. My eyes widened in understanding as she drifted up into the room above to sleep surrounded by air. As I got myself settled into the hammock I actually began to wish that whatever change was coming over me would happen soon, for until it did there was a part of Bimma's life that I couldn't share. I fell asleep again thinking of my cousin Loona and Bimma's assertion that she would like it here. I slept late the next morning, and on my wandering into the kitchen Urshi assured me that it was just one night I had slept this time. She told me the change was probably close to complete by then or I would still be sleeping the days away. "So when or how does it start that one inflates?" I asked as she poured me tea. "It is often different for everyone," she replied. "Children as they come into their teen years will try to make it happen, but it happens when it does. Often it is a startling event that triggers it." "I see," I said, "Where is Bimma?" "Bimma is still sleeping. She has been awake early most days of late keeping an eye on you." "Urshi, were you eavesdropping on Bimma and I last night?" Urshi looked a little embarrassed, and then looked down at her huge boobs. "Well I did look out the door at one point and saw you and Bimma together there," she replied evasively. "I see, and at what point did you happen to look out at us?" I asked then with a smile. Now Urshi looked me full in the face and returned my smile. "At a point that convinced me that my daughter indeed cares much about you, and that you care much about her." "So what do you think Kubar will think about that?" "I think you will have to speak directly with him about that," she answered. "But it may help you to know that I don't think my husband wants to see his last daughter married off to a place where we may not see her often any more than I do." "Bimma told me about her sisters yesterday, and that travel to those places did not happen so often." "You have to understand Steven, the mode of travel we have adapted to is dependent on the weather conditions, more specifically the winds. It is Kubar's task as the shaman to determine the weather and winds. Fortunately this ability is something that the shamans have learned to do well over time. The winds change with the seasons, and sometimes the seasonal winds don't always agree with the goods we would transport to specific places. This time of year transport to Lagoon, South, and Sky villages are easier. Sometimes goods have to be sent somewhere by using another village as a middle point because of the winds. We are able to move large amounts of goods at times our way, and trying to move such amounts of goods would be almost impossible by ground because of the very irregular nature of the terrain in between villages. It just so happens that my other daughters are in villages that can only be traveled to directly from here at specific times of the year." I said nothing then, only sat and sipped my tea until Bimma came in rubbing her eyes. "Your turn to sleep late," I said to her with a smile. Bimma looked at my half empty cup and looked suspiciously at me and her mother for a moment, and I knew she was wondering what her mother and I had been talking about. Then she poured herself some tea and sat down next to me. "The men from Sky village should be coming today," she said. "That may prove to be an interesting meeting," I responded. Urshi provided us with breakfast and I told Bimma that I wanted to look at my portable lab, and maybe get it set up somewhere. "The communal building is still keeping your boat and its contents safely, so maybe we can set it up there. What does it involve?" She asked. "Not too much, just a place where it can be set up and not disturbed," I answered. "Then let us look into it," she said after a moment, and got up with our dishes and brought them to the sink area of the kitchen. "You and Steven go on now," said Urshi, "I will take care of this." And with that, Urshi shooed us out of the house. "So what were you and mother talking about while I slept?" Bimma asked as we walked across the village center to the building where my remaining possessions were. "She was explaining to me about the way things are done here between villages, the moving of goods, and the communication that happens as a result. She also talked about how it is often difficult to see your sisters at some times of the year because of the weather and where they are now." Bimma nodded, but said nothing as we entered the hut where my boat and other items lay. "She also implied to me that I should not be afraid to talk to your father about wanting to marry you." Bimma turned suddenly and exclaimed: "You asked her about that!?" "Actually no, but I did see her watching us when we were talking outside last night, so I asked what she thought, and she seemed happy that we care for each other, and told me that I should talk to your father about how much I care about you." She grabbed me then and pulled me into an embrace. "Do you really want me to be your wife Steven? Tell the truth!" I returned the embrace and looked her in the eyes. "Yes Bimma, I think I want you to be with me as long as we live. I was not offering empty promises last night." She squeaked her happiness to me as she pulled me into another long passionate kiss. I could feel her against me, and I felt her pushing into me. I reached out to wrap my arms around her and suddenly realized that my arms were being spread apart. Her tits were expanding into my chest, and her belly was pushing into me. I couldn't touch my fingers together as they slid along her back as Bimma inflated. Her arms were still wrapped behind my neck and held me in that position to return the kiss which seemed to go on and on. I felt her ballooning tits spreading around me then, and I stopped trying to hug her and began lightly rubbing her nipples feeling them become hard as I did. My own anatomy was responding down lower as Bimma pulled me closer and rocked backward to pull me on top of her as she fell onto her back. She continued the kiss and made little squeaky noises as my hands continued to rub her still ballooning breasts. Finally Bimma ended the kiss and looked up at me with a big smile on her now very round face. "I think you need as much incentive as I can give to be very convincing when you talk to my father about becoming my husband," she whispered. I shifted a bit where I lay on her now even larger belly and partially wedged in her now very deep cleavage, and looked into her eyes and smiled back at her. "I didn't think I needed any more incentive," I whispered back, "but it certainly didn't hurt any." Remembering where we were, and its communal nature, I slid off of her then, and took her arm to help her to her feet. At this moment her legs had absorbed into her body down to her knees, and I regretfully gave a lick and a kiss to the nipple nearest me. Bimma shivered at that, and after a moment began to deflate herself. "Why did you inflate just then?" I asked. "Well it isn't always a voluntary thing," she replied with a giggle. "If something sudden and frightening happens the adrenaline rush can have us airborne in seconds, but other things can trigger it too." "Obviously," I said. I walked over to what remained of my boat and untied the straps that had secured the portable lab unit. Bimma dragged a table over from one side of the room, and went around pulling back all the drapes that covered the windows and doors flooding the large single room with light. I looked around and saw things I had missed previously. There were shelves stocked with many boxes, and bins arranged along the back and side walls, as well as piles of sacks containing who knew what. "What is in all these boxes and sacks?" I asked Bimma. "This is one of the community storage buildings," she answered, pushing the table over against a wall near a window so light would hit it. "Many things are stored here, some seed stock in the boxes, grain from last harvest, candles, and many other items. There are several buildings like this in the village. Everyone stores goods in them." I heard a rustling noise behind me and turned to see two cats moving around one of the piles of grain sacks. Bimma scooped out a bowl of water from the small barrel by the wall and brought it over to set on the floor by them. "The cats live in and around the village. It is everyone's duty to care for them when we can as they guard many of our stores against pests," she explained. I nodded at this and proceeded to begin moving the large container box to the table. Bimma came over to assist me and we moved it onto the table and opened it. The analysis unit seemed none the worse as I looked it over, but the battery was almost drained, and the computer booted up long enough to tell me it needed a full recharge. I sighed. I should have expected that. "Bimma, Jeremy said there are solar panels here. Are there any here in West village?" I asked. "I think so, but you should probably talk to Numassa about it, he would be the one that would know where such things are used here." As if on cue Numassa, Kubar, and Jeremy came through the door accompanied by two men I had never seen before. "Steven Flinton, I would like to introduce you to James Linton, medical doctor, and Michael Granger, biologist," said Jeremy. I shook hands with the two newcomers, suddenly feeling self-conscious as the only person in the room not three times normal size. James Linton seemed to notice my quick glance around the circle of everyone present and laughed. "I know just how you feel," he said. "Even though I have been here 15 years now, I still remember being the smallest person in South village until my body adjusted itself to life here." "So you are an American too then?" I asked. "I guess that since I never gave up my citizenship that I effectively am still an American," he answered, "but I doubt I will ever spend much of my life there ever again, if at all. I am quite happy here Mr. Flinton." "Could we dispense with the Mr. Flinton?" I asked. "Steven will do just fine." "Very well," said Michael Granger then, "then I am Michael, and this is James, and if you are wondering about my accent, I am originally from New Zealand, but like James, am not planning a return to my birth country anytime soon." James eyes fell on my analysis unit then. He looked it over closely and shook his head after a minute. "I must say that the state of the art has improved quite a lot since my time around such equipment. How detailed a blood analysis can it provide?" "It can do full spectrum blood analysis, as well as cellular biochemical breakdowns and even DNA analysis," I replied. James and Michael exchanged a long look and seemed to barely contain their excitement. "Truly? It can do DNA analysis?" asked Michael. "Absolutely it can, except for one minor problem right now in the form of batteries that need a recharge," I answered. "I had just told Steven that you would know if solar panels might be available to make his lab work again," Bimma told Numassa. "I will need to go and speak with Kwon and see if this can be arranged," said Numassa after a moment. "I shall probably have to promise him some of that strong drink that comes from South village, but it may be worth it." With that Numassa turned and left the hut. "Even if we do get something set up today, it is likely that we will need at least 24 hours before the lab is ready to use, maybe a bit longer since it will probably want to be calibrated," I told everyone. "Maybe we should go to my house then," said Kubar. "Perhaps James and Michael will tell you of their theories about our uniqueness." With that he turned and led the way out of the hut across the village central area to his home. As we walked I noticed that as usual I was being looked at a lot by the other villagers walking about, but now for the first time I noticed that it was mostly the women that were looking at me. Up till now I was often so focused on Bimma that I had not really paid that much attention, I knew I was the different one here. As this thought went through my mind Bimma firmly took my hand and seemed to take a defiant sort of stare toward anyone looking at us. I suppressed a smile about that. We settled around Kubar's table, and Urshi brought in tea for everyone. "So Steven," began Michael, "how long have you been here now?" I looked at Jeremy and Kubar, but it was Bimma who answered: "It has been several days past three weeks since his arrival to the island." "Most of which I have spent sleeping and eating," I followed up with. "Are you now waking after only one night's sleep?" asked James. "Yes, but even so, I am sleeping longer than I usually do, and very deeply too." "That is the way of the change. Probably you will continue this pattern for a few more weeks, and don't be surprised if you still sleep an extra day or two yet before it is complete," said James. "How will I know when the change is complete?" I asked. "When something happens to make you suddenly start looking like the rest of us," chuckled Jeremy. While I was sorting that out in my head Numassa came in with another person I had never seen before. He was older, but how much I couldn't be sure as I had not yet seen any obviously elderly people here, and unlike everyone else I had seen here he we not inflated to a size that made him look to be four or five hundred pounds. It was obvious that he had some pressure in him, but he wasn't much larger than I was. "This is Kwon," said Numassa by way of introduction. "He agrees to help you to recharge your lab unit, but he is curious about its workings and asks that you show him how it works when you are doing your research." "I think we can do that," I agreed. "Kwon, I am Steven." I held out my hand to him and he shook it. "I am very interested to see this technology," he said. "Most of those that have the newer technology are in South and Lagoon villages, but I am sure they have nothing like what you brought." "Or anyone that would know how to use it," put in Kubar proudly. "That is certain," said Michael with a grin. That said we returned to the communal hut where Kwon had left a large solar panel and a boxlike device that proved to be an adjustable inverter. Just what the doctor ordered, I thought. Kwon positioned the solar panel in an open area to get as much sunlight as possible, and ran a wire into the open window space to the inverter on the table, and I carefully made the connections to the lab unit and adjusted the power correctly. "If we get good sunlight for the rest of the day, and tomorrow, it should be recharged by tomorrow afternoon," I told them. "Good, I shall see you tomorrow then," said Kwon, and turned and left without another word. "Unusual fellow there," remarked Michael. "Indeed," said Kubar, "but he has made such things as this his business to know about, so he is very handy to have around at times." With that we returned to Kubar's table. This time Kubar poured out cups of the fermented drink that I was now getting used to and toasted our honored guests from Sky village. "So," I said then, "what are your thoughts about the unusual nature of the people here? And how do you think I am going to be able to assist you in your understanding?" Michael looked around the table and smiled. "Do you realize Kubar, that right now there are more immigrants than natives at your table?" Kubar laughed at that. "I also realize that it is the appreciation the immigrants have for this place that makes the natives stay right here." "Well that is quite true indeed," said James then. He looked at me and said: "Michael arrived here 17 years ago, I have been here 15, and Jeremy 12. In Sky village are some histories kept, and the history of this place and its uniqueness can actually be tracked back over 1000 years. Only people that find themselves here by accident and are essentially helpless are given the opportunity to become part of the culture. This seems to be a long established tradition, although the nature of things here, and the efforts to maintain traditions do seem to discourage anyone from wanting to come and stay. When ships come to South and Lagoon villages, the crews are treated politely, but staying here is discouraged. Obviously we cannot hide our natures once someone is brought into the culture, and according to the traditions the occasional new blood is regarded favorably. Naturally having some people with specific skills arriving have brought some innovation and improvements to the quality of life here." "So you are saying that even the limited contact has to some extent prevented any stagnation here," I said. "Indeed it has," said Michael, "and once arrivals come to appreciate things here, they are often the fiercest defenders of maintaining the traditions as they are. But, with new understandings come new questions. In the beginning when James and I first met, we were afraid of discussing our thoughts about this inflation anomaly with anyone but each other. It took a lot of time and careful listening to what others thought before we shared the ideas we had about how things were the way they are here." "So now you feel comfortable with discussing it out loud?" I asked. "Well there are certainly some people that are so grounded in the old ways that they would disapprove of even questioning the nature of this 'gift of the gods'" put in Kubar. "But I can speak for all of the shamans when I say that we are curious about what the nature of this gift really is. No one here would ever want to lose their ability to be as we are, but the knowledge that we are different in this way does pluck at one's curiosity." "So," I said, looking at James and Michael, "just what are your thoughts on it, and how can I help?" James hesitated a moment, looking me straight in the eye. I got the idea he was afraid I was going to laugh when he proposed his theory, but he spoke steadily as he sketched out his thoughts: "The natives here have described what new arrivals go through as the 'sleep of change' long back in the histories," he began. "It seems to be an appropriate choice of words, wouldn't you say?" "I am really not sure, as other than the vast amount of sleeping I have done, I have not noticed any particular changes," I answered. "According to the histories, no one has ever gone past six weeks here before the obvious nature of the change has manifested," said Michael, "and often it is a very stimulating event that causes it for the first time. If something happens to produce an adrenaline rush, you might inflate hugely before you even realized what was happening. Since according to the religious dogma this change was brought about by the sea and fire gods to protect their children here from the anger of the earth gods. The histories speak of sudden earthquakes here, and given the volcanic nature of the island that is not hard to believe. What better protection from an earthquake than being able to be airborne almost instantly?" "What about children though?" I asked. "We believe that is why women can inflate to a very large size much more rapidly than men can. It is not that women can become bigger than men, but they can get there faster. In the interest of saving children that would be the sort of adaptation nature would favor." Michael went on. "Alright," I said, "your point is well taken. But how did this peculiar variation on the species take place?" "When you came here, at what point did you notice that your sleeping patterns had become prolonged?" asked James. I thought about it a minute. "Almost immediately. I remember falling asleep that first evening, and sleeping round the clock into the morning of the day after." "What did you eat when you first got here?" asked Michael. "Well, the only things I arrived with were my soaked duffel bag, the portable lab unit, and the damaged boat I washed up tied to, so the only food was fruit trees I found in the jungle." "Just so," said Michael, "and this was what you continued to eat while you were on the beach." "Well, until Jeremy showed up and we ate dried fish in addition to the fruit and his skin full of alcoholic drink." "Our theory Steven," said James now, "is that everyone here, either from birth, or from the time they start consuming the local fruits and vegetables, become inoculated with a unique virus that essentially rewrites their DNA and causes a body wide change to result in our becoming what we now are." I sat there and let that sink in. It was well known that viruses effectively co-opt a cells reproductive system to make more copies of itself, and it was also known that by their very nature a virus was capable of modifying the DNA helix. Certain disease processes had been traced to just such viral activity, most of such activities were far from benign. "OK," I said then, "I will admit that what you are suggesting is possible, and as a working hypothesis I am willing to go with it. I can see how my lab and skills could at least prove or disprove your theory, but I need to hear more of your thoughts. How, for example, do people expand to such sizes? They grow taller as they inflate from what I have noticed. And how is it that people can inflate at will with lighter than air gas with no external source? I can accept a deflation at will, but also what is the gas people inflate with?" "From what we have been able to study, the gas is largely hydrogen, but there is helium as well," said James. "We postulate that somehow the body is capable of removing and storing the helium from respirations in some form; from what we have been able to discover, the body releases the hydrogen first when we deflate, which is why when releasing the residual gas by the respiratory system we get the squeaky helium voice. But for the rapid inflation we believe that some organ, possibly the liver, is adapted to somehow break down water in the body for a quick infusion of hydrogen in the tissues. Again, there is much we can't be sure of. Even if we had the proper equipment to do a post mortem study, we had no way of analyzing the tissue samples. As for the size increase, we do know that all of your connective tissues and skin have been modified to a lighter form which is extremely flexible, stretchy, and resilient. Even your bones will take on a similar quality, and even though your size may not seem to have changed, I can guarantee you have probably lost as much as 20 percent of your weight." To illustrate his point, James put his forearm against the table edge and bent his arm toward the table with his other hand. His arm bent in the mid area of the bones down to meet the table top. I stared at this, and couldn't help myself. I put my own arm in a similar position and applied pressure with my other hand. It was a bit uncomfortable, but my arm bent similarly as James' arm had down to the table top. "You will also notice that your skin has become extremely elastic as well," said Michael pulling on the skin of his arm and stretching it out an impossible distance from the extremity. He released it and it snapped back to become normal arm covering once again. Still in a state of mild shock, I repeated his action on my own arm with a similar result. "Any pain?" asked James. "A mild discomfort for both of them, but no pain," I replied. "Your change is not yet complete then. But, it hasn't been a full month for you, and that is our thought of the span of time for completion. You see this seems to be a full structural adjustment of the body. Bone and skin are affected, and we suspect all of your connective tissues as well which accounts for how people become taller as they enlarge. The connective tissues that bind the bones together quite literally stretch with everything else." I thought this over and realized that their theory fit together pretty well. What else could account for all of it? I asked myself. Still, it seemed that they had given it all quite a lot of thought, and until I got the lab up and running there seemed to be nothing else for it but to consider their ideas and come up with any more questions I was as yet unsatisfied about. "Oh yes Steven, one other thing," said Michael then. "You may have heard that people have left this island and returned to the world outside." "Yes, I was told that, and I was also told that every one of them opted to return here." "That is true," he went on, "but the interesting part is their reports about their ability once they left here. It seems that within a week of leaving they are no longer able to inflate themselves at will. They are still able to inflate with air by breathing technique, but to float themselves they actually need an external source of lighter than air gas." Now that was interesting! I thought about this for a bit before I ventured a thought on it. "That would seem to validate the idea that the native food here has much to do with it." "We think the same," said James. Before anything more could be said Urshi walked over to the table and announced that dinner was ready. Dinner consisted of bowls of another form of fish stew served with the nutty bread that I was growing quite fond of. We exchanged more thoughts over dinner, but the main gist of what they came here to talk to me about had been laid out quite plainly already. I continued to think about it as I ate. After dinner we drank more of the stronger liquor that Kubar poured out for us, and I excused myself to go check on the lab units charging state. Bimma rose and followed me out. She took my hand as we walked across the common area. "Are you troubled by what you have learned Steven?" she asked. "No, not really troubled," I answered slowly. "But things here defy what I have spent a good part of my life learning, and such serious alterations in the ways of nature always make one have questions that the answers to often cause one to have to unlearn things, and that is often hard." She squeezed my hand then and said: "I hope you find the answers you are looking for, but I hope much more that you are able to accept what you find, and be happy here." "It doesn't matter what I find really, I plan on staying and trying to make you happy," I told her. "After all, a spoiled brat like you needs lots of attention." That got a laugh out of her, and we went in the hut together. The batteries seemed to be partially charged, and would resume charging when the sun came up, so we returned to the house of Kubar. The men were gone then, and I was told they were to be guests of Numassa as honored visitors from Sky village. Kubar then poured more liquor and handed me a cup, he then motioned that I should join him as he walked out the front door, so I followed. We sat on the bench in front of Kubar's house and sipped at our cups. After a moment Kubar spoke: "My daughter seems to care very much for you." "Yes, and I care very much for her," I responded. "My wife tells me that you and she have had several talks," he went on. "Urshi has explained many things to me that are not immediately apparent to a newcomer as myself. In truth I am very grateful for what she has told me as while things are often not as they appear in many situations, if I am to make a life here it is helpful to appreciate things that may affect me." I answered truthfully. "So you think you will be able to be happy here without so many of the things of the world outside that you are used to?" he asked then. "I have met three others that came from the outside world and were also used to the technology of it, but they have adjusted to life here quite happily I have noticed. And, I think I know what has played a large part in their happiness here." I asserted. Kubar took a long drink from his cup and turned to look at me. "Really? So please tell me what you think has been so important in their happiness here?" "The fact that they met women that made them feel complete in their lives here." I said simply taking a long drink from my own cup. "So do you think maybe you have met such a woman?" he asked looking straight at me. "If you are going where I think you are going, then yes Kubar, I want to marry Bimma." There seemed no better way to this than to state it as flatly as that. Kubar stared at me for a long moment before he raised his cup and took another long drink. "Bimma is my youngest daughter," he said after a long moment. "I had to allow the others to marry to places where we do not see them often." "Yes, Urshi and Bimma told me this." "If I allow you to marry Bimma it may cause some problems." "What kind of problems?" I asked, perplexed by this. "The chiefs and shamans of the villages often seek to marry their children to each other to improve ties with other villages. When such weddings take place it is a big affair, and people of high station come from the other villages to attend. Often this is when our children meet the children of others that may make for improved ties through marriage. I am at least very happy that my elder daughters did make up their own minds about who they wanted to marry, and I believe that they are as happy as they can be, but the choices of the children of some of us are often limited." "Yes, Bimma told me this very thing," I responded. Kubar grunted at that, and took another drink. "Bimma is a very stubborn and willful young woman." He told me then. "But she is also very kind and caring, and has no patience for arrogance. For this reason she has refused to marry either of the two young men that have been seeking her attentions. One is the son of the chief of South village, and the other is the son of the shaman of Lagoon village. Each thinks that eventually she will come around to accept their interests." "I would think that there must be other women that they might take an interest in if she is clear that she is not interested," I replied after some thought. "As my wife has told you there is politics involved in this, and these arrogant young men would never consider marrying outside of their perceived station of status." "Are there no other women of status that they might take an interest in?" I asked. "Have you noticed other women here since you arrived?" "Well no, not really, Bimma has kept my attention since I woke up here." "Exactly," laughed Kubar. "You are not blind Steven. My youngest daughter is one of the most beautiful women in the West village, and it is not a father's pride that makes me say that. Her mother is also a great beauty, and Bimma resembles her closely. Had you noticed that?" I nodded at this, but said nothing. "These young men feel that they need a wife that befits their status, and they both desire Bimma very much for that reason." Kubar lapsed into silence and sipped at his cup. It occurred to me as I looked at my own cup that these were larger containers than they first appeared, and I was feeling a nice buzz in my head by now. After a few minutes of silence I couldn't stand it anymore. "Kubar, I very much want to marry Bimma, and I really don't care about the possessive and self-righteous attitudes of some spoiled brats from far away villages." I said defiantly. Suddenly I heard Kubar start to chuckle. He got himself under control after a minute and took another sip from his cup. "Now that is an attitude I can appreciate," he said. "I think you and I will get along just fine." He clapped me hard on the shoulder and we clinked our cups together and finished our liquor. We sat there a bit longer, and I waited to see if he had more to say. "I have to be truthful with you here," he said then. "I really don't want to see my last daughter go to another village where I may not see her often again. Your presence here, and the fact that you and Bimma have gotten on so well together has worked in a way favorable to me and my wife. We would like to be part of the lives of some of our grandchildren. As a new arrival you do have a certain status though you may not realize it. Newcomers bring knowledge that is often of great benefit to us, and listening to the discussion today tells me that this may well be so. If such knowledge were to benefit the entire island then there would not be cause for ill will for allowing Bimma to marry you." "I hope then that I don't disappoint anybody," I answered. Kubar rose then and looked me straight in the eye as he said to me: "Most of all, don't disappoint Bimma." He turned then and went into the house. I sat there and replayed what had just happened in my head, and enjoyed the buzz in there as well. I don't know how long I sat there looking up at the star filled sky, but a large shadow came from the house and sat down next to me as I was picking out constellations in the southern sky. "So what did you and father talk about?" Bimma asked anxiously. "Some arrogant young men in South and Lagoon village that want to marry you," I answered still looking up at the sky. She looked down at her boobs then. "So he explained about making good ties to other villages then?" "Yes he did, and he also explained that he wanted very much for he and Urshi to be part of the lives of at least some of their grandchildren, and that the happiness of his youngest daughter was more important to him than the politics between here and Lagoon or South village." Bimma's look was incredulous as she stared at me. I gave up looking at the stars and smiled at her. "He said too that he thought he and I would get along well when you and I get married." At this I stood up and took Bimma's hand and pulled her up to me and we exchanged the best kiss yet. X I slept very well that night, and awoke feeling quite happy with life. On reflection I could not remember feeling so good about my circumstances in a long time, if ever. I grabbed a towel and some soap, and after a brief stop at the privy along the way went to the area which seemed to be a communal area for bathing. At my approach there were a couple there that had obviously just finished as they were re-inflating themselves on the shore. They smiled at me and waved shyly as I approached, but otherwise minded their own business. I threw my towel and native skirt over one of the crudely constructed racks for that purpose and waded in. "So you decided to come for a bath without me?" I heard Bimma's voice behind me. "I didn't know you were awake yet, the house seemed pretty quiet." I answered, turning to face her. Bimma was smiling as she was rapidly losing what I had come to think of her normal size and slipping out of her skirt. I was still surprised at the amazing capacity for these garments to stretch and accommodate anyone, as I was told that one size fit all. As she continued to grow smaller Bimma waded in and splashed up to me to give me a hug. Since we were in over our waists, no one could see my involuntary reaction to her close presence. She giggled and rubbed more up against me, then turned her back to me, so I proceeded to soap up her back and shoulders, slowly moving around to make her slippery with soap all over. "Mmmmmmmmmm it has been so long since anyone has washed me," she said then as she began soaping my back. "Really?" I answered. "How long?" "Since my sister, Quona, was married off. We came here with Trina and Ayesha to prepare for the wedding." I didn't know what to say to that, and didn't really want her to feel sad, so we finished washing up and headed back to the house, Bimma returning to her normal size as we walked. We went and checked on the lab, and I was happy to see that it had continued to recharge with the coming of the sun. A few more hours and it would be ready to go I thought. We then walked back to the house and joined Urshi for tea and some breakfast. Urshi seemed unusually happy that morning, and was very solicitous of both myself and Bimma, and the breakfast she served us had a great many options I had not seen before including some sort of eggs, and a type of fish I had not had before, and a variety of other items. I didn't question, I just enjoyed it. "So, you and Kubar had a talk last night, did you?" said Urshi then. It was not really a question I realized. "Yes, we did," I responded simply. "And, I guess I should thank you Urshi, since what I had to say was made easier for me by some of the things you have told me in our conversations." Urshi responded with just a smile at that, and left the room to talk to a neighbor that had knocked on the front door frame. "She seems happy," I remarked. "I wonder if Kubar told her all the details of our talk." "You can be sure of that," answered Bimma. "There are no secrets between my Mother and Father. She is also very good at divining what is not said. Mother is very shrewd, and we learned as children that it was very hard to have secrets from her. Of course she is happy since after your talk with Father, others were made happy as well." "Are you happy Bimma?" I asked with smile. The smile she returned was radiant. "Of course I am happy Steven, and I think you are equally as happy. So that is two of us made happy by your talk with my father, and of course mother is happy since she likes you, and now she can be sure that at least one of her daughters will not leave West village, and she will be able to be a part of some of her grandchildren's lives, and though he will not admit it plainly, my Father is happy about the same thing." "So how do we proceed on this from here? What are the customs involved?" I asked then. "That is up to my Father," she said. "When a father agrees that one of his daughters is to be married, then it is up to him to make an announcement. This matters not who it is in the village, this is custom. Usually a formal dinner party of sorts is given, and the father of the daughter makes the formal announcement of the upcoming wedding, and toasts the bride and groom, and the families involved. In our case it will be a little less complicated since you have no family to get involved in it all." I thought of Loona then, and thought again of Bimma's assertion that she would fit in here. It might have been nice if it could be arranged for her to come here, but that process would surely delay things far too long. Bimma seemed to read my thoughts. "Perhaps one day we can arrange for your cousin to come here," she said. "Nice thought," I answered. "So your father must make the decision about when he will make the announcement? He does this without consulting us or anyone else?" "Make no mistake about it Steven, Mother will offer some strong opinions to my Father about it, but ultimately yes, the decision will be his as to when to go forward. Knowing how things have been with my sisters, he may wait until he has thought about it, but I don't think it will be too long. In the meantime, we must not discuss it outside the house, that is also custom." "What does he need to think about to affect his decision?" I asked curiously. "Did he not talk about the aspects that Mother and I warned you about?" "You mean the politics?" I responded. "Yes, the politics," she answered, "I am not concerned as once Father has made up his mind, I know that I shall be your wife, but it may cause some hard feelings with the men that have been seeking my attentions now for two years. For a time I hoped that one of them might grow up and show more maturity, but that has not been the case, and I have truly not wanted to leave West village either; neither South nor Lagoon village would suit me, having to deflate and stay that way for days at a time even for the rare occasions of ship visits would not be at all pleasant, I prefer myself round and fat, and so I have continually declined interest in them. Father may feel the need to find a way to carefully explain that I am to be married to someone else, and he may want to sort that out in his mind before he makes the formal declaration." That said, Bimma refocused on her breakfast which she seemed to be enjoying immensely. Shortly thereafter Urshi showed in Jeremy, James, and Michael, who sat down to have tea with us. "So where do we begin?" asked Michael. "First we go and see if the lab is going to insist I do a full calibration, or if it will let us get by with the fast one. After that, we each swab the insides of our cheeks for a tissue sample, and I start looking for commonalities and anomalies between us. Fortunately for us, I had done a full spectrum DNA profile on myself before I ever left, and it is stored in the computer. So we can see if there are changes in my profile." The men nodded their understanding of this, and we went over to the building to find the lab almost fully recharged. Fortunately the computer only required a fast calibration, and after 10 minutes I scraped the inside of my cheek with a wooden swab, and placed it on an analysis slide and into the machine. While it began gathering the data, I prepared slides from the men and Bimma. "This full spectrum breakdown is going to take a while I am afraid. This is a great little machine, but it does need time to do what it does, so this may take a few hours apiece for the full analysis. We are looking at a few days at least I think." The men nodded at this. "We have waited a long time for an opportunity like this," said James. "In truth, neither Michael or I ever would have believed that something like your arrival would ever happen, so I think we can be patient." From there the men began to question me closely on my training and the changes in the world of medicine and biology since they had come here. The conversation went far afield and sometimes grew very technical. Bimma and Jeremy sat quietly during this listening, but seldom interrupting. By the mid-afternoon, the lab had gathered all the data from the slides and now faced the daunting task of doing the analysis on all five of us. I let it continue to run, and knew I would have to shut it down and restart it in the morning. We talked a bit longer before the men returned to the house of Numassa, and Jeremy home to Shara. Bimma and I went home then too. By now we held hands whenever we were together, it just seemed natural, but I was noticing that we were often taken notice of by other villagers passing by, particularly the women. "Am I really such a novelty because of the way I came here?" I asked Bimma. "Women like the unusual and the exotic just like men do," answered Bimma with a smile, "and too, every woman wants to have healthy children, and the introduction of new blood is seen as a good thing. This is actually another reason why marriages to other villages are often encouraged. It is known that marriages too closely in families for long can cause sickly children, and having a healthy family is seen as a good thing here." "So are you looking forward to being a mother?" I asked her then. "Of course I want to be a mother! I want nothing more than to present you with children, and my parents with grandchildren. I have been told that being pregnant is such a wonderful state of being that I want very much to experience it." "Well that attitude is pretty universal anywhere it the world it seems," I responded. "For us it means barely touching the ground for the time of the pregnancy," she said then. "What do you mean by that?" "When my sister Quona was pregnant the first time I went to stay with her until the baby was born. It was she who told me of the wonderful feelings. During her time she could not help but be inflated more than is usual. In fact it becomes very difficult to lose all the gas for bathing, her body just kept trying to re-inflate as soon as she would get to where she could wade into the water. It made for very short bathing times," she laughed. "And, it is the only time when we do not lose our gas when we sleep." "You lose the gas when you sleep?" I asked curiously. "Oh yes," she answered. "When you inflate yourself to drift up near the ceiling of the sleeping room it is the most wonderful feeling, you will see. But while we sleep the gas seeps out of us and we slowly come down. You have not seen it yet, but the floor of the sleeping room is covered with soft mats for us to settle on when we come down while sleeping. But a pregnant woman does not descend while asleep, she stays in the air until she awakens. I remember sharing the room with Quona, and I would always awaken looking up at her in the morning. I remember thinking that is wasn't fair. It is a sign of good fortune when you awaken and have not descended to the floor." By now we were again sitting on the bench in front of her house and I reached over to rub her back. Urshi came out of the house then to regard us for a moment with her shrewd look and then sat next to me. I had a brief visual of someone taking a picture of me sitting between these two very beautiful, but enormously fat women, and the kind of jerks that would think it funny to spread a picture like it all over the internet. But after a moment, I realized I wouldn't have cared, I was the one that was really in the best spot in life. On impulse I reached around and gave Urshi a hug. She reacted with some surprise, but smiled shyly. "Thought it seemed like a good idea to let my future mother in law know I cared about her too," I said with a smile. Urshi actually blushed and looked down at her huge breasts as Bimma giggled. At dinner that evening, which was just the four of us, the atmosphere was quite happy. Urshi and Kubar were both more talkative than usual, and shared the telling of some funny stories that could have happened nowhere else but this island. I had to admit to myself then that I had never felt so good about life, nor in better company since I had left the house I shared with my cousin. As Kubar was pouring out the cups of after dinner drink that seemed to be the norm here, there was a knock on the door frame. Bincy stood there for a moment, and Urshi motioned her to come in. As usual Bincy was much larger than anyone typically was. She looked like she was ready to float off at any minute as she waddled in, I noticed that her partially inflated legs vanished at the knee level and she came close to filling the wide doorway as she entered. "Good evening everybody," Bincy chirped happily. "I just got back from East village." Bimma looked surprised at that. "East village? At this time of year?" Kubar nodded. "Today was a day of unusual winds," he said. "How long was the flight?" "Much longer than usual," Bincy replied happily. "Because the winds were fickle for a time, we passed right over Deep Valley village, and that one is almost impossible this time of year. I thought we were going to be aloft until tomorrow, but the winds picked up and changed direction in time to get us home just a short while ago. I have mail for you Kubar." Urshi poured out a cup of liquor for Bincy as she handed Kubar a leather pouch. She sat on an empty bench and sipped her cup as Kubar opened the pouch. Several packets of paper where there, all sealed with wax. Kubar handed one to Bimma, and one to Urshi. "From Trina," he said by way of explanation. Bimma squealed happily as she broke her letter open and began to read. "Trina said to tell you how much she loves and misses you all," said Bincy then. "I miss her a lot too, so I was really happy when we got to take the transport from Lagoon to East village. Trina and I were best friends." "Bincy when are you going to settle down and have a baby?" Urshi asked her. "I can't help it Urshi, I just love flying so much," came back Bincy. "Yuri does too, but maybe not as much as me." "Bincy, no one I know loves being a balloon more than you," said Bimma absently still reading her letter from her sister. "Thank you Bimma, that is the nicest thing I have heard all day!" With that Bincy finished her drink and wished them all a good evening as she left. I sat there then sipping my drink while everyone read their mail. Then on an impulse I got up and went over to check on the lab, as I wanted to shut it down before sundown. I was happy that with the solar panels help it still had more than half a charge in the batteries. Kwon was there then looking at the computer display. I explained to him what the machine was doing, and showed him the display where we could look at the DNA profiles, and explained that this could give clues to what made people and the plants here so much different than the rest of the world. He listened with interest and nodded when I started explaining about chemical structures and the properties that could be very different from very similar compounds. He let me lecture him for a time, then excused himself and strolled off. By now the light was growing dim, so I shut the lab down and went back to the house. It was dark by now and the stars were out. The view of the sky was so much better here with the clear air and the lack of so much lighting that I was used to from city life. Bimma was still at the table happily re-reading the letter from her sister, and had a pad next to her where she had started to draft a reply. I came up behind her and started to rub her back. She was soft, yet very firm, like you would expect a partially inflated balloon to feel, and she made noises of contentment as I massaged her. "That feels so nice," she said finally. "No one has rubbed my back since I was a child." "Perhaps you should get used to it," I suggested. "But I should probably be careful, I don't want your parents to walk in and offend their sensibilities." Bimma laughed at that. "Steven, I am a grown woman, and while my Father may pretend that isn't so, my Mother certainly is aware of it! She made sure we all knew the facts of life long before we needed to do first hand research as it were." "So where are your parents now?" I asked. "They need to have a talk with Numassa about the local politics," she answered. "The local politics? Could that possibly have anything to do with you and me?" "Some if it probably will. Since my father has made the decision that we can marry, Numassa needs to be informed. Again because of the connections between villages, it is important that the chief be aware of what is going on with those that often serve as liaisons to the other villages. Also, one of the letters Father got had to do with a wedding that will be happening soon, and he and Mother, along with Numassa and Lisha must attend" "So where is the wedding, and do you have to go also?" I asked. "The wedding is at Sky village," she answered, "and I have told Father that I really don't want to go. Father will make some excuse for me, but he knows that I don't want to see either of my two former suitors, and that I would rather stay with you. As yet, it wouldn't be appropriate for you to attend, and you are not ready to fly yet anyway. I know at least two of my sisters will be there with their husbands, so our family will be well represented. Really there is no one special at Sky village that I want to see, although I would like to see my sisters again, but they will be here for our wedding." She finished with a smile. "So are you telling Trina of our impending marriage?" I asked. "Of course, she is my sister. She will know not to share the information before Father makes it public, but I have not heard from Ayesha or Quona in a while, so I am always happy to write back when I get a letter from them. This is news that sisters would always share, we all were the first to know when Ayesha agreed to marry. We talked so late in the night that Mother had to keep yelling up into the sleeping room for us to be quiet. Try telling that to four excited girls!" I laughed at that and rubbed Bimma's back some more as she wrote to her sister. After a moment I remembered something. "Your Mother said that news of my arrival was known all over the island within a week." Bimma nodded as she wrote. "Probably less than that. There were two transport crews here on the day the word came to us that you were there on that beach. Even though they left here before we had made arrangements to bring you in, they surely carried word of a new arrival away with them. Since then news of your progress since coming here has also surely been talked about by other transport crews coming and going. Gossip is a major part of the communications here, as I have been told is quite common among cultures like ours. Secrets are only kept within families. Depending on how your research goes, and once James and Michael return to Sky village with news of what has been learned, you may well receive invitations to visit other villages and talk of your findings. This would not be uncommon, although I have no memory of it happening here, I have heard stories." I thought about this as I continued to rub Bimma's wide fat back. Kubar and Urshi returned shortly after that. "We shall be leaving in four days," Kubar told us. "How far will your work have progressed by then?" "I think I will have some significant findings by then," I replied, still rubbing Bimma's back. "When is the wedding?" "The wedding is not for over a week, but the winds won't be favorable until then, and are likely not to be favorable for travel to Sky village for days after, so we must travel when the gods favor us," Kubar finished with a smile, showing no disapproval at my attention to Bimma. "How long does it take to get to Sky village?" I asked then. "With favorable winds and flying freely, as opposed to being part of a transport, the trip can be as little as one hour, but that is with strong winds. Such flights are not always pleasant. If I am right, we will have gentle winds in four days and the trip should take a few hours." "What is the farthest distance between villages?" I asked curiously. "From here it is probably to East village. That becomes reasonable only during late in the low rainy season and high summer season when more winds blow out of the west. You were lucky the night we brought you here in that the storm came in from the west and thus made your transport easy, but most often the winds blow west to east at the seasons I told you. Even with favorable winds, it can take most of a day to get to East village, since as you may have heard Bincy say, the winds can be fickle in some places over this island. For this reason Deep Valley village can be a difficult trip because near there is where the winds are most fickle. You will learn much about it all when you have fully become a native I expect." Kubar finished with a chuckle. Bimma walked me to the room that had become mine and gave me a kiss goodnight, and went off to float into the sleeping room. I was obviously still being affected by the change as the last thing I remembered was pulling the blanket over me, and the sound of distant thunder. I awoke much later in the night to the sound of a powerful storm going on outside. The low eaves of the awning like projections over my window opening kept the rain out, but the wind blew chill into my room. I got up and took another blanket off the shelf and turned to go back to my hammock when Bimma came in the room, wrapped in a blanket just as a flash of lightning lit up the room and a rolling peal of thunder seemed to make the house shake. "Are you alright Steven?" she asked. "I'm fine, the storm woke me up and it is chilly in here, so I was getting another blanket," I replied. "Can I stay here with you?" she asked. "This wind in the sleeping room is making it cold and uncomfortable." I took her hand and led her over to the hammock and we snuggled under the blankets. Another flash of lightning and peal of thunder and she shivered. "Not a good night for balloons to be out," I whispered to her and wrapped my arms around her. "I hate storms like this," she said, and shivered again. With that she snuggled in closer to me and fell asleep, and I dozed off thinking how comfortable it was to have her so close. When I awoke again the rain was still pouring down, and the wind still bent the trees outside. It was early morning and Bimma was still lying comfortably with me under the blankets, and as she had told me happened, she felt smaller than the night before. I lay there and thought about all that had happened in the last almost a month. It would make a great fantasy tale I thought, except it was real. It was real. Add the fact that I was to be married to Bimma, and it made it even harder to believe. I felt like I had hit the lifetime lottery, and with that thought I dozed off yet again with Bimma in my arms. When we both finally woke up again it was still raining, but the wind had calmed and there was no further thunder and lightning. Bimma shifted in my arms under the blanket. "So this is what it is like to wake up with my husband," she said sleepily. "I think I could get to like this." "Hope no one walks in on us," I remarked. "They won't," she assured me. "Since there is so little privacy here in so many ways, some courtesies are observed within a house. And so what if they did? We have done nothing for them to be concerned about." "That is true, isn't it?" I said then. "Guess we missed our opportunity." She giggled at that. "We will have all the time in the world, soon enough." With that she swung out of the hammock to stand and look down at herself. "This will not do at all," she said then, and proceeded to inflate back to what I thought of as her normal size. "How do you know how big to get?" I asked, genuinely curious. "You just get a feel for where you are comfortable," she answered. "I'm not sure when that happens, but I have known what feels right for me now for years. Of course it is different for everyone. You have noticed I am sure how much larger Bincy likes to be than most people." I nodded and smiled at this. Bincy was obviously one of those people that liked being different I told Bimma. She laughed at this. "Yes, Bincy and my sister Trina were best friends, and Bincy has always been the way she is now. The building where your lab is was reconstructed years ago because of a boy that said he could get bigger faster than Bincy, which was foolish because women can always get big faster than men, but Bincy took him seriously and they both inflated themselves to where they knocked the walls out of the building and it collapsed." "They were inside the building?" I asked incredulously. "Oh yes, but you must remember how young adults can be, and that was the kind of challenge Bincy could not back down from. She was inflating almost before the last word of the challenge came out. The idea that they might get big enough to knock down the building never entered either of their minds. Bincy and the boy were disciplined seriously of course." "What happened to the boy, and what sort of discipline was it?" I asked curiously. "His name is Yuri, and he is now her husband," Bimma answered with a laugh. At that I had to laugh. "Love is a very strange thing sometimes," I said, and gave Bimma a long kiss. "As for the discipline, they were made to drink a special herbal tea that makes you return to normal size and keeps you from inflating. It can take months to wear off. Bincy was absolutely miserable," finished Bimma. For the first time since I had been staying in the house Kubar was actually at the table when Bimma and I came out to the kitchen area. He looked up briefly and nodded to us and went back to writing something on a pad in front of him. Urshi brought tea to us as we sat down and joined us. "Bimma has told me that you wish to write a letter to a relative to tell them you are alive and safe," Kubar said then. "Yes, that is so," I answered. "My cousin, who is my closest relative would surely be worried if she learned that I may have been lost at sea." "If you write a letter, and can address it properly, it may be that I can see to it that it finds its way to the next visiting ship, and from there to the mail of the outside world," he responded. "I don't think I will get much done with the lab today, but I may see if there is enough power to continue the analysis we started, but that does not need any supervision. So I can take the time to write the letter," I replied. Urshi brought us food then and we had a quiet breakfast. I went over to the building where the lab was, and was happy to discover that even though it was cloudy and raining, some power was being made by the solar panel, so I restarted the lab unit and it went back to work on the different tissue studies. It gave me an estimated time of completion for that afternoon, so I went back to the house and sat by Bimma at the table and began a letter to my cousin. While I wrote I thought about what Bimma had said about her thought that my cousin would be happy here. I realized as I thought about it that I had told Bimma everything about Laura, or Loona, and she was probably right. Loona had had a fetish for balloons and an inflation fantasy since we were kids. It was actually funny I thought, that her cousin was about to become a real human balloon while she was pretending it. But as I wrote, I decided not to go into that part of my new life. Some things need to be eased into I thought, and some things just have to be experienced. So I told Loona the truth about getting caught in the storm, and getting blown off course to an island that was not part of the program. I told her that I had found that this place was more interesting for me, and that the native people were wonderful, and I had decided to stay here. I hesitated then for a time, but decided that I needed to be honest with my only family member I was close to. So I told her about meeting Bimma, and told her she was the most beautiful woman I had ever known, and that I was going to marry her. I said she shouldn't worry about me, but it was important that she know what had happened, and that meeting and marrying Bimma was why I really wanted to stay where I was. I re-read what I had written carefully. It seemed to say everything I needed it to. "Very nice letter Steven," said Bimma from over my shoulder. "From Jeremy you can get an envelope, which you will need to send it to the mail outside." "I was told that there was some sort of trading involved to compensate for the sending of the letters," I said. "That is true," said Urshi, "but Jeremy and Shara will also be going to the wedding as it involves one of her sisters that is getting married. The villagers of South and Lagoon villages have certain agreements with the captains of the rare ships that come which enable trading with them. Since the father of Shara is the shaman of South village, he will be able to see that your letter is sent properly. Though it seems a small thing, it is such connections that enable this thing that is very important to you." I nodded at this and asked Bimma if she would take me to where Jeremy and Shara lived. Bimma led me out into the rain which had slowed to a drizzle by then, but the trees we walked under kept most of the rain off. It had warmed since last night's chilly winds, and so was not unpleasant. It was not a long walk, and as usual, Bimma took my hand as we walked to the tidy structure where Jeremy and Shara lived. Bimma knocked on the door frame, and a young boy pulled back the drape and looked up at us. "Bimma!" he exclaimed happily. He turned into the house then, "Mom, Bimma is here with someone!" A moment later Shara was there, pulling back the drape and ushering us inside. Their home was smaller than Kubar's, but very neat. Jeremy and a small girl sat at the table near the cozy warmth of the kitchen stove. Jeremy looked up as we came in. "Steven, Bimma, welcome! Please sit down," he invited. So we sat, and I explained why we were there. Jeremy went to an area further back in the house and returned with two envelopes, one normal looking, and the other larger and of heavier material. He explained that such mails were better sent within heavier envelopes. He then instructed me to write to Loona with instructions on how to send mail back via the captain of whatever ship the mail might find its way back on. "It is a tedious way to communicate I will admit," said Jeremy, "but as I have told you, very few ships stop here, and then only when they are in the right lanes. But over time the chiefs and others of South and Lagoon villages have formed some working relationships with the few ships that do come." "What about compensation for the service?" I asked. "I shall take care of that," put in Shara then. "I shall see my father at the wedding of my sister Neery, and he will take care of it." "So you need nothing more from me?" I asked. "Let us just say Steven, that your credit is good with us," said Jeremy with a smile. The boy and the girl sat at the table looking at us quietly when suddenly the girl piped up: "Are you the new person that got here like my Dad?" "Yes, that would be me." I answered, "and what is your name?" "I'm Sheila, and this is my brother Thomas," she replied. "I see," I answered, "I am Steven, and you know Bimma." "Is Bimma your girlfriend?" she asked then. Bimma blushed at that, but I told her: "Yes Sheila, Bimma is my girlfriend." "You are so lucky," said Thomas then. "Yes, I think you are right about that Thomas." I said with a smile. "Enough children, you have chores to do, and then there is school," said Shara to them then. "How does education work here?" I asked curiously. "At younger ages like for Sheila and Thomas there is a communal hut where they are taught the basics of reading and writing and basic math skills," said Shara. "And as they progress they are encouraged to think about what interests them. We try to get an idea of inherent skills as they grow, and often we encourage them to pursue the things they find they are good at. At that point we have members of the community that provide more specialized education for them." By now I had finished the instructions Jeremy told me to provide and placed the letter in the envelope and addressed it. At his direction, I placed this in the larger envelope and wrote the same address on it. "The captain of the ship it goes out on will write the details of the ship on the back so it can be addressed for a return letter," Jeremy explained. "But I am going to tell you once again that responses can take months." "I can appreciate that, but if it gets through at all in a reasonable time, I will be happy," I answered. "How are things progressing in the analysis?" asked Jeremy, changing the subject. "When last I checked the machine is still doing the DNA spectrum profiles, fortunately it seems that even on a cloudy day the solar panel makes some juice, so I restarted it this morning. It may be done by this afternoon sometime." I answered. "That would be good," replied Jeremy. "That way James and Michael can have some solid information to take back to Sky with them when we leave to go to the wedding." "Are you going Bimma?" Shara asked then. Bimma shook her head. "Between my parents and two of my sisters I think my family will be well represented," she answered. "Bentar will be very disappointed you know," Shara said. "Shara, you know quite well that I really do not care for Bentar. He is arrogant and very full of himself. The only thing that he is impressed with is himself, and the fact that he is the heir apparent to become the next chief of South village. The last time we met at a celebration he was like an octopus, only more slimy." Bimma replied with some disgust. Shara laughed at that. "Yes, I can see that. My sister tells me that he has gotten no better, and she is happy to be marrying to Sky village." "I think Neery will be happy to be away from South village," said Bimma then, "and please do tell her that I wish her all the best and that I am sorry to not attend." "I will do so Bimma," Shara promised. We left then, and returned to the house of Kubar. James, Michael and Numassa sat at the table with Kubar with mugs of tea in front of them. Bimma and I sat down as Urshi joined us with more tea. "So, anything to report yet?" asked James. "It appears that the final analysis' will be completed this afternoon," I replied. "Then we will have some comparison work to do, but I think many questions will get answered today." "Excellent, you have no idea how much this means to us," said Michael excitedly. "Unanswered questions can be maddening." XI That afternoon, as the rain continued to fall, we gathered around my lab unit and watched as the analysis patterns for everyone appeared on the screen. I carefully applied filters to remove non-relevant data, and the patterns became more simplified. Differences also became more obvious. The most obviously different pattern belonged to my profile that had been done before I had ever left America. Further inspection allowed us to identify the specific area of the DNA chain that was modified as again, my original pattern compared with my recent one showed the differences, most of which were the same in everyone else's profile. "It appears you are right about one thing gentlemen," I said then. "The DNA of everyone here has been altered quite dramatically in a few areas. Since the genome is still far from being accurately sequenced, it is anyone's guess about how many areas of our anatomy and physiology have been affected. My guess would be that in addition to the obvious changes that you have pointed out, there are probably some much more subtle effects besides, like the shift in some organs functions to allow gas to absorb and be released through the respiratory system, and the function of being able to liberate hydrogen and helium from water and whatever other means in the body it is stored." James and Michael were both smiling broadly. "We knew it was a plausible theory, but to have it confirmed like this is like winning a Nobel prize," said James. "What are you doing now?" he asked, seeing me making adjustments to the display. I didn't answer right away, only stared at the screen for a long moment. "Once again you seem to have been correct," I told them. "I also added a couple of tissue samples from a few local fruits, such as those I ate when I first got here, and there is a specific RNA chain that is quite consistent with a virus. It is present in all of the samples." "So then," said James slowly, "once the virus is in your system, it appears that it moves very rapidly. It certainly doesn't hurt that every time you eat, you ingest more of it, and since it promotes the change it does, naturally your body calls for more and more food. Once it gets started it appears that it is a one way trip. Once changed, you are changed forever, just like we thought." "Are you saying you would actually want to change back?" asked Bimma incredulously. "I? No!" answered James, "but you have to understand Bimma, that when such ideas as this are examined, all questions you can think of to do with it must be asked, even if you may not like the answers." "Such as," put in Michael, "can a person be given a vaccine against the virus?" "Possibly," I answered, "but I really don't have any interest in investigating that; and besides, what purpose would that serve? Only to allow someone coming here to eat native food without the virus affecting them? I suspect that people from the ships have eaten the fruit from here on occasions, but never got the full effect because they did not have the reinforcement of eating it steadily for a period of days. It might be interesting to see if I can calculate just how much you have to ingest to ensure the change. I suspect that if you got enough in you, the change could be propagated if enough normal food was about to eat." "So gentlemen," I said then, "are you satisfied for the moment?" "Absolutely," they responded together. "But," went on Michael, "you do know we will probably come up with more questions that will require your help in answering?" At this I smiled. "I certainly hope so Michael, as I would hate for my skills, or even my desire to learn start to atrophy. But I have a few questions for you." "Please, ask away," said Michael. "In my time here, I have seen some people enlarge to some hugely impressive size, has anyone ever popped?" I asked. "Interesting that every new arrival asks this question," said James then. "But I can tell you that no one here has ever heard of such a thing happening, nor did we ever find anything even remotely alluding to it in the histories. We can tell you that in our own investigations of ourselves that our skin doesn't exactly take on the qualities of a balloon in a way in which you are familiar. What seems to be the case is that while your skin does become rubbery and resilient, the multi-cellular nature of your skin seems to become more homogenous, and when you are inflated, each cell becomes a tiny balloon in itself. This forms the outer layer of your skin which when inflated becomes quite thick with gas, then the inflation effect seems to become more internal. Which is why, even if you should somehow become cut or wounded while inflated, only tiny amounts of gas escape from the localized area along with blood of course." "Very interesting," I said, "as the getting wounded question was what I was going to ask next. I also have heard that there are a number of things that can affect the ability both internal and external." James laughed out loud at that. "Oh yes," he said after a moment. "The most obvious being an adrenaline rush; can have you in the air very quickly. Pregnant women have all sorts of things affected by the condition, and go about in a state of imminent floating for the duration, like any normal person, hormones and the things that stimulate them can affect us. There are even certain local herbs that can affect it, in either a positive or negative way." "I think when we have time again I would like to possibly start to do some cataloging of such things, as well as the different effects under certain circumstances," I said then. "Actually," put in Michael, "there already are some such catalogs, at least as far as local herbs and the like. The shamans have made quite a study of such things since the founding of this place." I looked at Bimma, and she nodded at this. "My Father would be able to tell you much," she said. "A project for later, doing an analysis of the different herbal properties of plants unique to this island could prove very useful," I said very thoughtfully. "Indeed it would, and we offer our collaborative assistance," said James. "But for now we are very happy that you have verified our theory of modified DNA as the cause of the unusual adaptation of the people here. We must be leaving for Sky village as soon as the winds are right for travel, but please accept our deepest appreciations for your work." "Very happy to help," I said as we shook hands all around. I then printed copies of all the profile analysis' for them to take with them. We returned then to Kubar's house, and he insisted we all have a drink and tell him all the details of our findings. When we were finishing with my mentioning the possibility of doing an analysis of the local plants and herbs, he looked surprised. "Now that is something that I had not thought of, and it may well be much more important than your explanation for why we are different. After we return from the wedding we shall discuss this at length." James, Michael, and Jeremy excused themselves then, as Urshi began to prepare for the evening meal. Bimma appeared to be very happy as she bounced up to help her Mother with dinner. By then the skies had cleared, and a warm breeze was blowing through the house. "It seems that the winds are shifting sooner than I expected," Kubar said then to Bimma and me. "We are likely going to leave tomorrow afternoon if conditions appear right. Bimma will keep an eye on you," he said with a smile. Bimma giggled at that as she put dinner on the table and sat down next to me. Not long after dinner I was tired, so I excused myself and went to the room that had become mine. I was asleep quickly, but awoke later to find Bimma climbing into the hammock beside me. "I was trying not to wake you," she whispered. "Kind of hard with a hammock," I laughed as I slid over to make more room for my fat girlfriend. She pulled a blanket over us and snuggled in, and I gave a lick and a kiss to the nipple of the enormous breast I found in my face. Bimma giggled at that. "There will be plenty of time for getting to know each other much better after tomorrow," she whispered, and kissed me. The morning came with clear skies and warm breezes coming from the west. As we came into the kitchen/dining area Urshi greeted us happily and even gave me a kiss on the cheek. She poured tea for us and fussed about the kitchen making breakfast. "Your Mother seems awfully happy this morning," I whispered to Bimma. "Mother loves weddings, and she has not traveled in a while so she is probably looking forward to just getting away for a bit," Bimma told me. Urshi was putting another breakfast with many choices on the table when Kubar came in rubbing his eyes. "We shall leave early this afternoon," he told us as he sat down and helped himself to some breakfast. "I will be ready," Urshi told him. After breakfast I went over to the lab and saw to it that it was still recharging. I rechecked some of the things I had gone through quickly the day before, and once satisfied I went for a walk around a bit. By now being the only normal sized person in a community of human balloons didn't really seem to bother me much. Of course at some point I was going to become like them I reminded myself. I wondered what it would feel like when it happened. By now I had wandered into the clearing where Bimma had demonstrated her ability to me. I was looking up at the netting above when I saw a large shadow rising up from the area where we had seen the transport land before. It was another transport, and as I watched the round shadows above grew larger and larger, and it gained altitude. At a point where I suspected it cleared the tree line the wind began to move it in an eastward direction, and it was out of sight from where I stood in minutes. Even though I knew this was common here, it still had a surreal quality to it. As I turned to head back down the path three young girls were coming up toward the clearing. They appeared to be teenagers and were laughing and giggling as they approached. They smiled and greeted me. I smiled back and introduced myself as Steven and told them I was the new arrival. "We know who you are," said one. "We see you with Bimma all the time." She then introduced herself as Lissy, and her friends were Lora, and Zena. "Pleased to meet you," I said then, noticing that as young girls they were not nearly so large as I was used to seeing people be here. "So what are you girls up to?" I asked then. "This place is for fun and practice," said Zena, "so once school was done we decided to come up here." "Practice?" I asked, confused. "We have to work at getting big," said Lora then by way of explanation. As she said this Lissy closed her eyes and appeared to concentrate, and slowly started to expand. In a minute she had boobs that any exotic dancer would envy, and after a minute more she was the size of a sumo wrestler, and still she inflated. Lora and Zena had stepped away and began concentrating themselves, and in a space of two minutes all of them were drifting lazily away from the ground laughing and giggling. Even as they rose up to be stopped by the net above they continued to inflate themselves. I smiled up at them and waved as I turned and went down the path back to the village. So now I understood what this area was made for I thought as I walked. Bimma met me partway down the path with a disapproving look on her face. "So where have you been?" she scolded me. "I have been looking for you!" "Just went for a walk," I told her, "and I don't think you have to worry about me getting too much unwanted attention, unless you are concerned about teenage girls. In fact, they just gave me a learning experience." "What do you mean?" she asked suspiciously. "I just watched as they explained about this area up there being for fun and practice. I had wondered just what it was for, and they explained to me about having to learn how to put the ability into practice and use it." "I would have explained all of that to you," she answered back. "Yes, but sometimes it is better to find out on your own," I returned. "Please don't worry so much Bimma, there is no one I am going to find more interesting here than you." That seemed to mollify her, and she took my hand and led me back to the village telling me: "Mother and Father are getting ready to leave, so we must walk with them to see them off." On our arrival back at the house we found Kubar and Urshi placing things in what appeared to be knapsack like affairs, but with some elaborate straps made of the same material that the native skirt like garments were made of. I presumed these were to allow for carrying things while flying. On the heels of this thought, another occurred to me that I had been meaning to ask. "Kubar," I said then, "do you have some sort of razor I can use? I am tired of this scruffy beard I have been growing." Kubar regarded me for a moment and then smiled. "You won't need a razor soon enough," he told me. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Steven," he said then, "since your arrival here, have you seen anyone with a beard, or any facial hair at all?" I shook my head mutely. "Another aspect of our uniqueness is that we have no body hair except on our heads and our eyebrows," he explained to me. "By the time the change has fully manifested in you, all your body hair will have fallen out too." I stared at him a moment, and unconsciously my hand reached down the front of my skirt to feel around down there. What I felt told me that I was as clean down there as if I had been waxed. I looked down and my legs, while tan, were equally devoid of any hair, an inspection of my armpits proved the same to be true. The look on my face must again have been priceless as Bimma and Urshi erupted in gales of laughter at my self-inspection. An instant later Kubar joined them, and after a bit I had to laugh as well. I briefly wondered how many other oddities would show themselves to do with this. Kubar and Urshi finished with what items they were putting in what I was thinking of as their travel bags and Bimma again took my hand as we walked across the village to the path leading to the clearing and then on up to where flights seemed to begin and end. As we cut across the clearing I looked up to see Lissy, Lora, and Zena still up there, larger now than before. They waved to us as we walked through and I heard one yelling to the others: "My boobs are bigger than yours!..............." Urshi shook her head and looked down at her own massive boobs, "children," she said, and I had to laugh. We arrived at the open area with its view of the village from one side and the vast open expanse of the island looking east to find Numassa with Lisha, and James and Michael already there. Like Kubar and Urshi, they also had travel bags with them. "Good to see you one last time," said James, coming up and shaking my hand. "We are just waiting on Jeremy and Shara." Within minutes Jeremy and Shara waddled up. They all then pulled the straps of their baggage over and around them in a way I could see wouldn't allow them to come off once they had inflated. Then as pairs, they attached tether lines to each other, Kubar and Urshi, James and Michael, Numassa and Lisha, and Jeremy and Shara. This I watched with interest, and it made some sense to me, but I was curious about one thing, so I asked Bimma: "Why do they attach in pairs? Wouldn't it make more sense to bind everyone together?" "If the winds become fickle, it would be easier to entangle everyone if they were all tied together," she explained. "As pairs it is much easier to avoid this problem." I was thinking about this as all the travelers began to enlarge and become rounder. I noticed that even the men became massively busty as they grew larger and larger. As I was told would happen, the women all became well inflated faster, and all had left the ground before the men. But after a moment more, all of them were airborne. They inflated themselves yet more, and rose higher into the sky. As they approached the level of the trees canopy, they began to move eastward. Higher still they rose and the winds effect became more pronounced as they moved away from the village faster now. They seemed to reach both a cruising altitude and speed and we watched as they grew smaller in the distance. Bimma took my hand then and we turned and went back down the path. "Did you want to go to the wedding?" I asked as we walked, "tell the truth." "I would have liked to see my sisters," she answered, "but no, the wedding held not a lot of appeal for me. I would have seen a lot of people I knew, yes, but really I want much more to be here with you. Now it is just us here. What do you think of that?" I answered without any hesitation: "I think that is what I have wanted since I knew I wanted you to be my wife." So we walked slowly back to the village still holding hands. I kept looking up at the sky as we walked, although I knew those just departed were long out of view. I began to wonder about some things then. "What are you thinking about Steven?" Bimma asked. "I was trying to imagine what it is like to just be able to rise up in the air and go where the winds take you." I answered slowly. "The view from up there looking down as the land passes beneath you must be an incredible thing. I am also trying to imagine what it is like to just be floating like you do when you get inflated to where you leave the ground. In a way it is scary to me, the idea of just drifting upward like that with nothing supporting you." "Yes, it is a bit scary when you do leave the ground for the first time," she told me, "but that is why we created those places with the high nets so you can get over your early shock and fear. Even though we know it will happen to us from seeing it happen as children, and of course we look forward to that time when we inflate the first time, the thrill of your first drifting in the air is still unnerving to say the least." "Tell me about your first time," I asked. "I was 15, almost 16 when I inflated the first time," she said. "For girls it usually happens at a slightly younger age. The first time you inflate it is a very strange feeling through your whole body, even though you know it is going to happen, and of course friends that it happened to first tell you what it felt like, but still that doesn't prepare you adequately. The first time you inflate is like your body adjusting to it, and I have never heard of anyone leaving the ground in their early inflations, almost like your body has to get stretched out a bit. Quona and I were up in the sleeping room, and she was playing by working at inflating different parts of herself, which takes a lot of practice by the way, and I was looking on all envious as it hadn't happened to me yet. So she was blowing up her belly and boobs in front of the mirror to see what she might look like when she got pregnant someday. So I was sulking on the other side of the sleeping room, which I had to climb up to by the way, and because my back was turned, I didn't see Trina come floating up into the sleeping room. Just so you know, Trina was always the one among us that would play practical jokes and pranks. She apparently sized up the situation and decided that I needed a good scare, so she shrieked as loud as she could, which actually brought neighbors over to see what happened. For me it was a sudden chill down my back and suddenly I was laying on my back with my legs blowing up under me and my boobs and belly thrusting out in front of me, my ass pushed me up from the floor, and I just lay there not realizing for a moment what had really happened. My sisters where laughing so hard at me as I was trying to make sense of what was going on. When I got to my senses and after some effort actually righted myself I was very angry at first, but then they came over and hugged me, and told me how happy they were that it had finally happened for me, so I was able to forgive them quickly. I was actually happy now that I finally had inflated, and they encouraged me to get bigger. I didn't actually float that day, but I did, with their encouragement, work at inflating different parts of myself, and enjoying the feeling. They were very happy for me, and after I got over the initial shock, I was quite happy myself." "That night Mother made a little celebration for me, like she had done for my sisters when it had happened to them. It is like your passage into adulthood here. That is when Father took down the ladder to the sleeping room as an incentive to get me to learn to float of course. Since he told us he was doing that the next day Trina and Quona took me to that practice area to work at it. As I worked at getting bigger and bigger they would shout down to me from the net how lovely the view was from up there, but I was still a little scared by the idea. So Quona came down and kept encouraging me to get a little bigger each time, but it seemed like I couldn't quite get there until she started boasting that her boobs and ass were so much bigger than mine, and I was always going to be the littlest balloon in the family because I was the youngest. That set me off enough that I must have concentrated really hard at that moment and I suddenly felt myself stretch what felt like an impossible amount, but suddenly I was rising very quickly, not the slow drift upwards that you have seen, I really ballooned in a big way and rose straight up with Trina cheering me on from above me. I hit the net hard enough to stretch it upward, and then Quona came up and joined us. They both told me how proud they were of me then, and we just drifted around up there the rest of the day while I practiced getting smaller, and then bigger again." As she was telling me this I was trying to imagine it as it happened. The story had an amusing quality to it, and the only thing missing for my imagination was not being able to put faces on either of Bimma's sisters. I told her this, and that I would like very much to meet her sisters. "Actually it is interesting," she said then, "both Ayesha and myself more closely resemble Mother, while Trina and Quona seem to favor my Father. Of course when we are inflated we all resemble Mother," she finished with a laugh. "How does your Father know about the weather and the winds?" I asked then. "It is part of the art of the shaman to know such things," she answered. "I know that till now you have mostly seen the side of my Father that has to deal with relations between people, and of course he has told you of some of the politics he must deal with, but his knowledge of the herbs and plants native to here is quite vast, as with any of the village shamans. They do share such knowledge you know. The predicting of weather and winds is an art as well, he must spend time each day aloft to feel the patterns of the winds and weather. It is an ability that you are born with somewhat, but it also has to be practiced to master it." "So from what I have been able to gather so far, the position of village chief is passed by heredity," I said then. Bimma nodded at this as we walked. "If the chief has no sons, then the shaman and elder members of the village convene and select the best possible available men of the village as potential husbands for the oldest unmarried daughter of the chief in the event of his death. If he is old but still healthy, he himself may select a husband for his daughter, with the approval of the shaman and the elders, and he will become the next chief if the man and the daughter agree to marry. The shaman of the village however, is not a hereditary role. The shaman must identify those that have the gift of being able to read the winds and weather, and must be bright enough to appreciate the knowledge of the nature of this island and its plants and herbs as well. To that end he must select some apprentices and train them. This is something he does not speak about to anyone but them, so I have no knowledge of how this works, but I know that my Father has several apprentices. At a time when he becomes either too old, or desiring to pass along his position, Father will name his successor. Of course he and Mother, as well as his daughters will still be accorded the status of the position that he performed for his life." "Can you read the winds Bimma?" I asked then. "Yes, I have inherited the gift," she answered slowly, "and at least one of my sisters as well, but the office of shaman is held by a man in our culture. Many women here have knowledge and gifts, but we share them in a more humble fashion. While my Father has great knowledge of the herbs and plants, most healing is administered by women at his direction. Women here exert their influence quietly, but we do have some profound effects, and we are not a culture where a woman's life is dictated by the men. We do have choices about many things. Such as: I made clear that I did not wish to be married to either of the two men that were quite insistent with both me and my Father." "Your Father loves you very much," I said then. Bimma laughed. "Yes he does, and I am very lucky to have such wonderful parents as I do. He could have pressured me and my sisters to marry the men he felt were the best choices, but Father has never let politics stand in the way of our happiness, and if he did I think Mother would not be so interested in being such a good wife to him." "Urshi is a very good woman I think," I said. "Yes, Mother is a very good woman, and a very good wife, just like I will be," she replied with a smile. "I am absolutely certain of that," I said with a smile, and then I put my arms around her and gave her a long kiss. She returned the kiss even though by now we were in the central area of the village. I really didn't care though, I wanted my fat fiancé to know that I was not concerned about any secrecy about how I felt. When we ended the kiss she looked around to see who might have been about before looking back up at me. "So, not concerned about proprieties now?" she asked with an impish smile. "Not really, I wanted you to know that I am happy and don't care who knows that it is you I am happy to be with, and I don't care who can see it," I answered. "Well then, we should go home. It will be dinner time soon, and I can make us an early dinner." We stopped on the way to check on my lab unit, which I had running a second analysis to double check on what I had already learned. It seemed that the results were consistent with what we had thought, and I was well on my way to being a human balloon. I still wasn't sure how I felt about that, but I was feeling better than I had in years. Of course, I thought, Bimma probably has a lot to do with that. With that we walked back to her parent's home. I restarted the fire in the small stove in the kitchen area while Bimma went out to the family garden and brought in vegetables for dinner. I came over to help her, and told her that in my world men would often help out with the cooking, but she would have none of it. "Leave me to this Steven," she told me. "I want to do this and know what it feels like to be a good wife. Go pour yourself a drink and relax. You have made a lot of people happy lately, so you should just let me take care of this." So I went over to the large dining table, sat down, and did what I was told while Bimma busied herself in the kitchen. The dinner Bimma prepared was as good as I had had so far in the house of Kubar, so I naturally remarked on how much I was enjoying it, and that her cooking was as good as her Mothers. "Of course Steven," she replied. "From whom do you think I learned to cook?" Following our dinner we sat at the table and talked more. I told her more about my life and my growing up, and she told me about growing up here with her sisters. Sharing ourselves this way just seemed to be an easy thing just then, and I suddenly found myself nodding into my cup. "I think that it is time for you to sleep again Steven," I heard Bimma telling me. "Very soon this feeling of being so tired will pass, but it must run its course." Thinking at that moment that I had anticipated a more enjoyable evening than just passing out I raised my head to argue, but my vision at that moment would not focus, and I realized that she was right. I let her lead me to my room and had a final memory of a long kiss goodnight before I was asleep again.

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Female Inflation

Breast Inflation

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From the outside, it was bland and ugly. A huge, grey block of a building, fully one hundred and fifty feet on a side, and about one hundred feet tall, it sat there with nothing aesthetic to recommend it. Some sort of heavy machinery, like large air conditioning units, covered the roof, and from the street, only one, small door was visible. There were no windows on any of it's unadorned sides, and only a smallish brass plaque gave any clue as to the contents. It could have been a warehouse, save that warehouses were not built so heavily, and it could have been a bomb shelter, save that shelters were not so large. In fact, so unremarkable was its appearance, that none of the building's neighbors (all industrial plants and factories of various sorts) ever gave any thought to it at all. The brass plaque had three circles engraved on it, each larger than the last, almost touching. Below that was the word (or name, perhaps?) BEBIC, in strong capital letters. Nothing else. One morning, an hour or two before lunch, a small white sports coupe came speeding up before the BEBIC building. It was travelling perhaps a bit too fast, as if to make the somewhat depressing industrial surroundings pass more quickly. It pulled to a stop precisely in front of the gray block, where a small bit of while lettering on the sidewalk said "Reserved". Two people got out of the car, each dressed in a plain white lab coat. Following the two to the door, an observant person might note that one of the two was a man, the other a woman. The man was broad shouldered, solidly built, with brown hair and a reddish beard. Dark glasses hid his eyes. The woman was somewhat shorter, with lengthy black hair, and a figure the lab coat could not completely hide. The same observer might have noted while the man was wearing corduroy pants and loafers, the woman appeared to be bare-legged under her lab coat, and was only wearing sandals more suited to the beach than an industrial workplace. The man pulled on the plaque, revealing a small numbered panel. The woman took a key from her pocket and put it into the lock on the door. Quickly, the man typed a lengthy series of numbers into the panel and swung the plaque shut. As he did, there was a buzzing noise, and the woman quickly turned her key, and the door swung open. Inside was cool darkness. The two entered, and the door swung shut behind them. Helia and Glenn moved by memory, flipping lights on, and turning a few rheostats. The small room they were in lit up like a control room, ready to launch a rocket. One after another, screens with all sorts of graphical displays lit up, and from beyond a large, thick-paned window, reinforced with bars, overhead fixtures lit up the immense remaining space, bigger than a football field. The huge room was nearly empty, with a few small wheeled carts and a chair near the center, seemingly lost in all that space. Glenn picked up a clipboard lying on what appeared to be the main control desk, studied it a moment, and made a few notes. Helia opened the heavy, pressure sealed door, that led to the larger room, and looked back at Glenn, expectantly. He grinned at her, happily, almost with the same look a child gives in a candy store, and motioned the woman through the door first, then followed, still with the clipboard. The two walked out to the collection of equipment in the center of the room. "Well, Madame President, for the record, you do have the material we're supposed to test?" Glenn asked. "As you know full well, I'm wearing it, my dear CEO. Shall we get with the testing?" Helia replied, smiling at Glenn's eager expression. "Surely! If you could, umm, disrobe?" Helia slowly unbuttoned her lab coat, turning with unconscious grace, such a simple act, into something erotic and sensuous. She unbuttoned the first few buttons, turning slightly as she did so, presenting a three-quarters profile to Glenn. Her lips parted slightly, and she breathed in, slowly, as if she wasn't just breathing, but drinking a fine wine. She rolled her shoulders back, and her bust lifted, becoming more prominent as she emphasized it. As the lab coat pulled open, Glenn could see she was wearing a blue bikini top underneath it. Helia turned back to Glenn, and finished unbuttoning the coat, revealing that all she wore under it was the top and bottom halves of this blue bikini. It was royal blue in color, and shiny, as if it were wet. It was a classic design, with two simple triangles of fabric for the top, held on and together with slender straps of the same material. While it was generously sized, it still fell short of covering her GG cup breasts completely. The bottoms were of the same design...close, but not quite a thong..and what little it did conceal caused the imagination to run to a fever pitch. She ran her hands along her body...from her knees, up her thighs to her ass, where she paused to adjust the fabric, then back up, along her belly, to her breasts. These, she cupped a moment, and gave a little bounce and squeeze, before continuing up to the back of her neck, where Helia lifted the midnight mane of her hair for a moment. She smiled, a small, quiet smile, as she heard Glenn's breathing become a bit more labored, and she gave a full body shimmy, before standing back quietly, hands at her sides. Glenn swallowed hard, and made a visible effort to regain control over himself. "Uh-o..kay, dear...um...right. Let's get started, before I havea heart attack, eh?" He waled over to the nearest of the two carts, and picked up something that looked not unlike a SCUBA respirator, save that it was smaller, and had it's own elastic strap. Helia nodded. "Whenever you're ready, honey." She licked her lips once, so they had a similar sheen as her suit, and waited for Glenn to approach. Glenn walked around behind Helia and started to put the device over her nose and mouth. She helped by lifting her hair out of the way of the strap, which went around the back of her head., and was tightened until it fit snugly. Of course, in doing so, he did get a perfect view, over her shoulder of the full expanse of her breasts from the top, as well as a dark chasm of cleavage that just invited him to explore it. Helia felt him grow harder, where he pressed against her backside, and Glenn, noticing this too, tried to pull away. Helia, however, had other plans. She quickly reached back with both hands and grabbed hold of his hips, and pulled him forward. Then she pushed backwards with her hips, grinding him into her soft, voluptuous rump. Glenn could have pulled free quickly, but somehow, he lost the will to do so. However, after a little while of this soft, intense massage, he breathed into Helia's ear,"Hon...sh--shouln't we b-be working?" Helia released Glenn by the simple expedient of releasing her grip, and thrusting back with her hips one last time, making him stumble back a bit. His eyes focussed on her ass, following it carefully as it waved a bit in front of him, the shiny blue fabric not even making a token attempt to cover the majority of her rump. Glenn walked back around in front of Helia, somewhat stifflegged, and sweating a trifle. He picked up a small computer-like device, and tapped a few of the buttons on it's face. He didn't look up from what he held as he spoke, "Initial Elasticity Test, one thousand mililiters on each side. Helia, dear, if you could do your thing? I'll let you know when to stop."He paused for a second, then said "Go!" Since he was so carefully paying attention to the numbers on the display in front of him, Glenn saw nothing of Helia as she began the test. She rolled her shoulders back, standing at her full height, and began to pull air through the small device over her mouth, which measured the volume of her intake. There was a sound not unlike Darth Vader breathing, as she sucked air through the mouthpiece. Normally, as one breathes, the chest rises and falls with the diaphragm, which, on occasion, can lead to spectacular views of well endowed women. However, Helia wasn't following the normal pattern. She took a deep breath, her chest rose...and then she took another deep breath. She never exhaled. Her breasts filled out with each breath, becoming larger and fuller with each. They began to swell more and more spherical, resembling a child's ball, molded out of human flesh. Her nipples thrust outwards into the fabric of the suit, rising to promenance and matching her breasts' growth. And the suit? It somehow stretched with her, matching her expansion so that proportionally as much breast was covered as before. This meant, of course, that as Helia grew, more and more tanned flesh became visible, but Glenn was purposefully oblivious, focussing on his device. Even the straps of the suit stretched easily and proportionally, until Glenn's readout beeped, and he said "Stop!" "That's got it lover...an even thousand cubic centimeters in each--Holy Shit!" Glenn exclaimed, finally looking up from the device in his hand. In the few seconds that his attention had been focussed down, Helia's breasts had nearly doubled in size...making her larger than all but the very largest of the sillicone-bloated strippers in the magazines which he no longer had a reason to read. She stood facing him, hands on her full, womanly hips, and a small smile on her lips, hidden behind the air-flow counter. The readout slipped from Glenn's fingers and clattered noisiliy on the floor. The loud sound served to break the spell that Helia was casting over her lover, and Glenn shook himself, as if rising from a trance. "How does it feel, sweety?" Helia pulled the mouthpiece off over her head and glided over to a cart, setting it down there. The motion caused her to move in fascinating ways, swollen breasts undulating with each step and bobbing a bit as she stopped at the cart. "Feel?" she asked, archly. "I -feel- wonderful, of course. I -love- growing so big and sexy...." Her hand stroked the exaggerated curve of one breast, lingering as she came to the end of the arc, knowing Glenn wouldn't be able to take his eyes off her. "You could feel me for yourself, Mister-Scientific-Detchament, if you wanted." "If I did that, we might have to finish these tests another time...and you were the one who wanted a new swimsuit for when we go down to Buckroe next week. Come on, how does the suit feel?" Helia paused a moment, the sexy pout gone from her face for a moment as she considered the question. "Actually, it feels just the same...doesn't feel stretched out at all." She reached forward...further forward than before, and placed a finger under the hem of one of the bra cups. Helia pulled her finger a bit away from her breast, and the fabric stretched easily with her, then snapped back when she pulled her finger back. A small tremor rippled through the supple flesh of her breast. Glenn watched hungrily. "Feels just as elastic as when we started.", she said. Glenn bent over to pick up the handheld computer and placed it on the cart next to the respirator-sensor, eyes somehow never straying from Helia's expansive chest. Likewise without looking, he retreived the clipboard and made some notes. Of course, Helia -did- have to remind him to turn it so the paper was on the upper side, but anyone can make mistakes. "Hmmmm..the color looks the tiniest bit faded...makes sense as your breast volume about doubled..and the area the suit had to cover went up by an exponential value of two-thirds....", Glenn muttered as he scribbled. Helia just smiled to herself again. She knew Glenn was just trying to distract himself by dredging up technical jargon. She also knew that in the long run, it didn't have a prayer of working. Clearing her throat, she reminded him that he should get the second part of the testing ready. Glenn jotted down a last few notes, taking the extra time to compose himself before looking back up at Helia's exaggeratedly voluptuous form. She was just standing there, smiling at him as though she could see every lustful thought he was having...and she probably could, having known him for quite some time. So he looked away again, this time down the the lower shelf on the larger of the two carts. There, he pulled out a tank that resembled a pair of two-liter bottles in size, and some sort of compact, if heavy, machine. Glenn set about connecting the two with hoses he pulled from the other cart. Finished, he checked a few dials, and turned on a switch. The machine began making chugging noises, and the needle on one of the dials began to steadily go up. Glenn began speaking again, more to himself and his voice recorder, than for any need to tell Helia what was happening. "This is actually a test in two parts, to determine how the fabric responds to other types of stress. The first part will actually be a continuation of the first one, except that your growth will be much more rapid and extreme." The two of them flashed identical hungry smiles at each other when "growth" and "extreme" left his mouth. "It will do so by building up considerable pressure, mixing it with the tank of water, and blasting the spray into you. This means the growth will be very rapid, and it will also give your breasts considerable mass, in the form of water, for the second half of the test." "And that second half," Helia interrupted, "is where I get my best to make any hula dancer eat her skirt, right? Let's get to it, then!" The compressor on the cart chirped once, as if to echo Helia's sentiments and to say that it too was ready to go. Glenn uncoiled a hose from the compressor, and motioned towards the chair. Helia nodded, then picked the flow monitor back up from the cart, and waled over to the chair. In doing so, she swayed not -too- much more than she had to, but she knew the effects would not be lost on her partner. She seated herself, and put the monitor back on. Glenn quickly looked elsewhere becore she could lift her arms to do so, lest the sight call off the test entirely. Once that was in place, Glenn took the end of the hose over to Helia and connected it to the intake port on the monitor. Once fully set up, he hurried back to the compressor and waited for Helia's "hi-sign". He didn't have long to wait. Helia concentrated on that part of herself, deep inside, that allowed her to inflate. When it was in readiness (always easy when she was aroused, as she was now), she gave Glenn the thumbs-up. Instantly, Glenn punched a button on the compressor's case, and stared avidly at Helia...or more precisely, her bust. The compressor whirred, and Helia's cheeks bulged out with the sudden surge of pressure. However, that was not all that bulged. In the span of seconds, the air that the machine had compressed, plus the water in the tanks, had been pumped into Helia's breasts. They swelled out unbelievably, becoming fuller and rounder than before. Within the first second, she was larger than any feature dancer, tight with sillicone, had ever been. By the time the third second had been reached, she was bigger than any recorded case of macromastia in the world, except much firmer and rounder. When the fifth second had ended, and the compressor was sputtering, empty, Helia could only be compared to fantasies. In those five seconds, her breasts had sweeled outwards wider than her elbows could span, and far enough forward that she could no longer see the top front swells of her tits. Her smooth, tanned skin shook minutely with each breath and slight movement she made. Amazingly, despite her incredible and rapid expansion, Helia's skin did not look unduly tight or shiny under the pressure that was filling her out. She just looked bigger than any other woman on the Earth...which was natural, because at that moment, she was. For just a moment, her eyes half-closed and her hands lightly stroked the bared skin around the outside of her breasts. She slowly reached back around her immense breasts, and pulled the hose/respirator off. "Whufff. That's -always- a rush! Did you get the results you wanted?" Glenn picked up the readout, and "hmm-ed" a second. "Ah, there we are! Yes, seventy-five hundred millilliters in each breast, with two thousand of that being water. Ready for a hand up?" Helia shook her head. "I think I can manage, this time." She leaned back a moment, lifting the swollen orbs of her breasts for a moment, and slipped her arms beneath them for support. Then she leaned back forward just enough to get momentum and stood, quickly. Her massive breasts wobbled and swayed a bit, but her arms supported her enough that it was minimal. Glenn watched as her hands, so small against the huge expanse of flesh, each kneaded a breast, and knew that what he wanted, more than anything at the moment, was to do the same. Once on her feet, Helia waited for a moment to let the vibrations within her body die down , then said "Ok, Glenn...how did the suit hold up? I, uhm, I can't see it from back here any more...." Glenn's jaw worked for a short time, but now sounds came out. Finally, with an obvious effort he pulled his eyes from Helia's bust to her face and said, nearly coherently, "Uhh...What?" Helia smiled with equal parts exasperation and amusement, and repeated her question. This time, Glenn heard her, and gave the suit a cafeful once-over. "It looks just fine from here. Expansion of the material is on a par with your own. Maybe a trifle less, but you're still covered enough for the public eye. It's definitely faded a bit as it stretched, but that's normal, and it's not quite as shiny. You know....this might just be the stuff we've been looking for after all!" Helia nodded, and her breasts picked up on the motion enough to silence Glenn for a moment. "Well, maybe," she said. "But we still have two more tests to run before we can be sure...and I've got an idea for a third test that I'd like to give it after this one. Don't want to count your melons before they're grown, you know!" Glenn stifled a snicker. "What's this new test you came up with...and does it need any special equipment? We are on a bit of a schedule here, if we're going to get this fabric in production." "No....nothing special...in fact, after the inertial resistance test, I think that would be the perfect time...and I think I'm about the right size for it as well.. Ok...on with the show, so to speak!" Glenn stepped back about 10 feet, while Helia moved the chair out of the area. He grabbed a high speed digital camera is he passed the second cart, and turned it on as he moved. Helia, now surrounded by nothing but space, arched her back slightly, and gyrated in place a little. The resulting motions could have been used as illustrations for earthquake movies. Glenn caught an image every half second on the camera. As the test continued, Helia's motions got wilder and wilder, bouncing up and down, swaying side to side, and jiggling in all directions. The water in Helia's breasts gave an added force to her movements, one that normal swimsuits, even if they came in Helia's currently outrageous size, could not withstand. Finally, slightly out of breath, Helia wobbled to a stop. Amazingly, the suit was still intact. True, one nipple had popped free of the confines of the fabric, but after a performance like that, any woman with any breasts at all would have experienced the same thing. "Wh--well?" She asked. "How did it do?" "Marvelously!" he replied. "Doesn't look like it was overstressed at all...and that's a compliment to the seamstress, as well! Although...you know...." his voice trailed off. Helia looked concerned. "What?" "You know, if I were just to sell these pics across the 'Net, we'd never have funding troubles again!" Helia growled in mock-anger, and made as if to swing a fist at him...clearly an impossible prospect, as her breasts were far too large for her to get close enough to make that a serious threat. Glenn just laughed and grinned. "Just kidding! I'll geet some of the better ones printed out and put in your scrapbook for a rainy Sunday afternoon, or something." "Or.....something." she agreed. "So, what's this new test you want to run?" Glenn asked. "Well," she said, "it occurred to me that there are times I'd need to get dressed -after- I've already...grown. So I wanted to see how well the suit would react to my taking it off and putting it back on." "So what do I do?" "Just stand in front of me, while I take this thing off. I suspect I'll needs a hand or two to put it back on. But then, if this were a real life situation, I'm sure I could count on your help no matter what." If Glenn had been watching Helia's face instead of....other areas, he might have noticed a fairly cunning look pass across her face. She had been feeling increasingly horny as the tests went on, and she wasn't about to leave it to Glenn's sometimes shy nature to give her the relief she wanted. So she had a plan.... Glenn took up position in front of Helia's breasts, which bobbled and shifted a bit as Helia moved around. "Ok...I'm going to untie the top...just let it fall...I need the practice in picking things up that I can't see...then I'll try to stretch it back on me. I'll probably need your help with that part, since now I'm too big to see what I'm doing up front. and catch me if I overbalance." Glenn nodded absently as he watched the sway and movement of the colossal breasts mesmerized him...the way her curves just flowed into an apparently endless chasm of cleavage.

4514

absorb, poison, water

Female Inflation

Full Body Inflation, Hourglass Inflation

None

4

8

Alli leaned against a tree trunk growing along the bank as she began to examine her find. It was a small, iridescent blue frog that she had just netted in the stream. The patterning on its skin was different from any other species known to inhabit this part of the rainforest. She grinned. Definitely a new species. Alli had come to Costa Rica to study the declining amphibian populations there. Her area of focus was a small, uninhabited patch of forest by the coast, which had only been explored once before, back in the late 1800s. The rainforest was virtually untouched. The only sign of human interference was a narrow dirt road that led down to a long, crescent beach at the forest's edge. The streams and ponds above the beach were said to be teeming with amphibians. At the moment she was about a half mile up one of these streams, just out of earshot from the ocean. The area's isolation appeared to have helped prevent the creatures from being exposed to the deadly fungus that was now wiping out frog populations all over the world. This made it a priceless piece of habitat, and she had been extremely lucky to get this piece of land. Who knew what kinds of amazing new specimens she could find there? Alli examined the frog more closely. Most of its body was the same iridescent blue-green as its back, but its fingers and toes were a deep maroon. The creature's eyes were completely black, and its ventral region was darker blue than the surrounding skin. She noticed a pair of spurs on its hind feet. Probably used in mating, she thought, which would make this a male. This excited her. At 25, Alli was already working for her Master's Degree. She had always dreamed that she might discover a new species of amphibian, but she hadn't expected to find one so soon. At 5'6", she was pretty, though not gorgeous, with dark brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, and a fairly modest figure. Her colleagues often joked why someone so pretty would be studying slimy little frogs, but she knew they weren't serious. Personally, Alli didn't think of herself as very pretty, but she also didn't feel particularly unattractive, either. Still, she didn't expect any boys to be trying to pick her up anytime soon. Gently rotating the tiny frog to examine its legs, she was startled to feel the creature's spurs jab themselves into her thumb. Dropping the little amphibian, she examined the wound. Two miniscule puncture marks were oozing droplets of dark blood out of her thumb. The injury wasn't serious, and she shrugged it off. It doesn't even hurt, she thought. Her confidence renewed, Alli looked up just in time to see the little green frog jump into the relatively fast moving waters of the stream. She slapped herself. Why did she have to drop it?! Quickly stepping back into the stream, she reached her arms down to try and grab it... ...And just barely stopped herself from falling face first into a large rock. Looking up, she saw the forest around her spinning chaotically. Dizzy and nauseated, she collapsed in the stream, her head propped up against a rock looking up at the sky. Wave after wave of nausea coursed through her body, and her head swam with bizarre and disorienting colors. It was a few minutes before she managed to recover enough to try and figure out what had happened. It was obvious that the frog had some type of poison that it had injected into her through those spurs, but it didn't make sense. No species of frog had an adaptation like that, and most poisonous frogs in this area had deadly toxins, rather than hallucinogens. That thought made her worry. Maybe the poison would kill her. Maybe she would slowly suffocate as her respiratory system shut down. Or maybe her skin would rot off as she was slowly broken down into liquid. Maybe she would drown before she managed to get control of her arms and legs. It was this thought that made her realize that her pants were getting extremely tight. Not just her pants, but all of her clothes. She managed to lift her head enough to see her body... ...And screamed. What had once been a thin, fit looking torso was now a bloated, turgid ball, and it was still growing. Her belly had pushed its way out of her shirt and now looked several months overdue with twins. Just in front of her face were a pair of massive breasts, each nearing the size of volleyballs and stretching her shirt to its limits. She tried to get up, and was horrified to see that her arms had swollen as well, and refused to bend more than a few degrees at the elbow. She could see just past her belly that her legs seemed to be doing the same, filling up her once loose pants to the point of being painful. Desperately, Alli tried rocking herself onto her side to get up, only succeeding in making her gigantic belly bob back and forth like a water balloon. That's when it hit her: she was filling up with water. The frog's toxin must had had some sort of compound that induced spontaneous cellular osmosis in the victim's flesh when in contact with water. The nausea must be designed to keep the victim incapacitated while the toxin made it to every part of the body. Then, they would swell up and become immobile, allowing the frog to escape unharmed. Unfortunately, this information didn't help her at all, and she was brought back to reality by the loud ripping of her pants, which had finally yielded to the increasing pressure. This was followed almost immediately by her shirt. Her bra, which had snapped a couple of minutes before, fell into the stream and was swept away with the other scraps of clothing. Alli sighed in relief. Now released from their confines, her legs and chest were no longer painful. However, without the clothes to constrict it, her body swelled out in all directions at a much faster speed. Her torso was now beginning to round out into an orb, and her cone-shaped limbs were quickly being absorbed into it. Her breasts had already begun to flatten out against her body, and Alli could feel her hands and feet begin to fill up as well. The fly-fishing shoes she had been wearing quickly ripped off as her feet became rounded and immobile. Her body shifted as her back rounded out to match her front, and she felt her crotch, now level with her feet, hit the cold water of the stream. At this point Alli knew that she had no hope of saving herself, and that soon she would become a huge, round sphere. She pictured a water balloon being filled with water and bursting. This thought made her panic. Would she explode? Was she going to pop like a big water balloon? Once again she attempted to move, and once again all she achieved was a small wobble. Soon she couldn't even do that, as her body finally became a sphere with her head, hands and feet sticking out. It wasn't long however, before those were gone as well, leaving small bumps that were once her fingers and toes. Alli winced as, one by one, her finger and toenails popped off as the flesh around them swelled outward. She was now a featureless sphere with nothing except a head to indicate that she was once a slender young scientist. Alli sat there as her body continued to expand outward. How could this happen? she thought. What did I do to deserve this? Why did I, Allison Veers, have the bad luck to end up a huge water balloon, doomed to eventually explode or just continue blowing up until there is nothing left to absorb? Why me? These thoughts continued for several minutes, and still she continued to grow. Soon, she could feel the rocks underneath her shift slightly, and suddenly she was beginning to move. She moaned. She was rolling downhill, towards the... she gasped. The ocean! "Oh, no, no no no no!" she cried. "Please no!" But still her body rolled downward, bouncing around rocks and trees that jutted out of the stream. When she felt empty air she knew she had reached the waterfall about a quarter mile from the beach, and after a moment her massive gut hit the pool at the bottom. Alli's spherical shape billowed outward, spurred on by the huge amounts of water hitting her skin. She estimated it had exceeded fifty or sixty feet by the time it had drained the pool and continued down the slope. By now she could hear the waves crashing against the beach, and after a minute she felt empty air again. She hit the soft white sand of the beach with a sloshing noise, and she lay there, her body quivering. Her head was turned away from the beach, facing the trees at a slight angle. Above on the slope Alli could see the path that she had created through the trees on her way down. It was very wide. She couldn't feel the waves hitting her, which was a relief. She remembered that the beach was about a hundred yards wide on average; the distance became shorter or longer depending on the tide. She hoped that with the tide receding, so that she wouldn't start expanding again. These thoughts left her mind when she heard a loud thunderclap. In the last dying rays of sunlight Alli could see the clouds looming ominously over her. Her worries were confirmed when she felt the first drops hit her body. Her situation hopeless, Alli Veers began to cry. * * * Leon Alvarez made his way along the dirt road that ran through the sanctuary. He was scheduled to do some repairs to a section of the road on the other end of the forest this morning, as evidenced by the Bobcat resting in the flatbed he towed behind his pickup. He also hoped to check in on Alli to see how she was doing. He would be passing by her research site any moment now. He came around a corner to see a large branch sitting in the middle of the road. Hitting the brakes and stepping out of his car, he stared in amazement at the long path of felled trees extending a good quarter mile up the hill. His eyes followed it down to the beach, where it ended in front of a massive, flesh colored orb extending two thirds of the way to the waves. It was completely featureless as far as he could see, but Leon had an unpleasant feeling that he had seen this thing--whatever it was--before. He quickly moved the branch out of the path of his pickup and sped along the road, taking a turn to go down to the beach. Slamming the car door behind him, Leon made his way cautiously down the beach. As he got closer he realized just how massive this thing was. It was easily two hundred feed wide, and almost as tall. In the warm morning sun the entire orb glowed a translucent pinkish yellow. He noticed a small dark spot near the ground on the side of it facing away from the ocean. He quickly started walking toward it. As he neared it, the spot turned into a small, brown-haired head. Brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, a ponytail he had seen two days before on the head of Alli Veers. "Ms. Veers?" Alli cracked open one eye and squinted up at the man who stood before her, concern and amazement written on his face. "Leon?" "S?, Ms. Veers. I... I'm not sure what has happened, but... I will attempt to help in any way I can." "Do you have a phone?" "A walkie-talkie, yes." "Can you use it to call the Coast Guard, or the paramedics, or something?" "S?, Ms. Veers. Right away." "And Leon?" "Yes, Ms. Veers?" "Call me Alli. And, er... thank you." The man smiled. "You are welcome, Alli." Alli managed to explain that she was absorbing water, and that she didn't want her body to reach the ocean. Leon was able to use the Bobcat to first dig a long trench that would direct the tide away from her, and then use the extra sand to pile up a barrier that would shield her should the trench fail. The paramedics arrived by helicopter a few hours later. However, they weren't exactly sure what they could do. After a bit of explaining on Alli's part, they sent up a couple of people to capture some of the frogs, to attempt to create an antidote. However, there was a more pressing matter at hand. Alli had come to Costa Rica in the middle of the rainy season, which meant that she would keep swelling from the rain. A group of men, Leon included, helped to extend and deepen the trench to help redirect the tide. Despite their best efforts, Alli continued to expand from the rain. In five days, she was only a few feet from the high tide mark, and had broken down the barrier piled up around her. There was not much time. Meanwhile, back in a laboratory in San Jose, scientists had completely mapped all the components of the frog's toxin. It was a remarkably simple compound, comprised mostly of chemicals that could be found in any science lab on the continent. The antidote was almost finished. Unfortunately, it came a bit too late. Six days after her initial encounter with the frog, Alli hit the water at high tide. In fifteen hours, she had extended several hundred feet into the water, and was still growing at an alarming rate. Meanwhile, the antidote was on its way... Alli had been crying now for almost fifteen hours. She had expanded beyond anything she could have imagined. She could feel the waves lapping against her sides, passing through her skin and into her hugely distended body. How big would she get? A mile? Two miles? A hundred miles? She was still thinking these thoughts when she heard the thumping rotors of a helicopter. The noise drew closer, and soon she felt the large machine press down against her. Landed on her, it had actually LANDED on her! She realized that there probably wasn't enough room left on the beach for it to land. That though made her whimper again. Soon a rope slid down her side, and a medic rappelled down and ran to her. "We've got an antidote that we think will work. We can't find vein anywhere else on you, so we'll have to use your neck for the injection." Alli closed her eyes and hoped as she felt the needle enter her skin... It took thirteen months and eight days for Allison Veers to deflate enough to be moved. The injection had worked, and she stopped swelling at a diameter of 1,562 feet, give or take a couple feet. Her height was smaller, due to her weight, only about 1,240 feet. Once again, give or take a few feet. It was hard to tell. The incident was kept secret at the request of Ms. Veers. She wanted to publish a full report on the frog and the effects of its toxins. The scientists at the lab in San Jose were happy to conduct most of the research on the frog during her absence. They even offered to give her all the credit, but she refused. She did, however, let them give her the right to name the creature. Pedonychus Veersi, "Veers's Foot Claw," a deceptive name for a very remarkable creature. However, she just couldn't bring herself to include Inflatus in its name. It was just too weird, she thought. At thirteen months and eight days, Alli had shrunk back down to a diameter of thirty-five feet, and was able to be moved to a facility in San Jose. She spent three more weeks finishing up her deflation, and checked out after almost exactly fourteen months of near immobility. The paper was published in National Geographic, with pictures of the frog along with Ms. Veers during her recovery. The story made headlines around the world, and many different private companies began experimenting with the compound(which was fairly easy to synthesize) for various uses. Alli was given a large scientific grant to continue her studies in the preserve. She had made a full recovery from the frog's toxin, and the only lasting effect was her finger and toenails. They never grew back after her expansion, and in their place was smooth, pale skin. She had given most of the credit for the research to her colleagues in San Jose, and they received most of the interviews. She returned to the forest and set up a permanent base/living quarters near the stream where all of this began... All walked carefully along the stream, her eyes peeled for her famous little frog. In the corner of her eye she saw a spot of green, and in a flash had scooped up the creature in her net. She walked over to the bank, and sat down on a piece of dry ground with it. Carefully placing the frog on her hand, she gave it a soft prod. It responded in the way she had hoped, and she placed it on the ground and leaned back as her head began swimming with colors. The tiny amphibian hopped back into the water and swam of hurriedly. Recovering from the nausea, Alli carefully unbuttoned her shirt and unhooked her bra, pulling it off and shoving it in her backpack. She placed her hands against two large rocks and slowly eased her breasts into the water, making sure to avoid the other parts of her body. She felt them swell as they absorbed the cool clear water. She kept them there until she felt they were sufficient size, and then pulled them out. They dried themselves in moments. They were roughly the size of basketballs, and they quivered with the water that filled them. Pulling off her shirt, Alli took a very large, stretchy sports bra out of her backpack. Fastening it onto her chest, she grinned. Perfect fit. She then pulled out an extra large T-shirt and pulled it over her chest. A little snug around the chest, but still good. Alli next pulled off her shorts, and very carefully dipped her rear into the stream. It only took a few moments for her hips and butt to swell up to match her chest. Standing up again, she replaced her now too small shorts and panties with larger sizes. The next thing to come out of her backpack was a small syringe, which she gently injected herself with. Stuffing her discarded clothes and empty syringe back in her backpack, she headed back up to her research station. The station was pretty much a two unit cabin, one section for all of her research and field equipment, the other for living in. Striding majestically into the bedroom of the living unit, Alli struck a pose in front of the full length mirror set up against the wall. She grinned at her exaggerated hourglass figure. What do you know, she thought. A bit of bad luck and my life is perfect.

311

accident, floating, helium

Female Inflation

Full Body Inflation

None

4.3

14

Barney sipped his coffee as he compared the scans of medical records displayed on each of his three monitors. He was pretty sure that one of them was a forgery. It wasn't much, but it was the most useful thing he could do for the organization at this point. It would be one more clue in their quest to track down the most elusive of ghosts. Barney sighed. He was one of the few old timers still on the team, having been with The Hubbell Research Group organization for over a decade. The gray, grizzly, and prominently bespectacled man was one of Hubbell's best analysts. His specialty was data integrity verification, although he hated that title. As though data integrity weren't the top concern of any analyst. "Hey Barney," Jack managed an awkward wave in greeting as he entered, his arms piled high with tabloids. "A little light reading?" Barney asked. "Yep." Jack had dropped the stack onto his desk and was already skimming The Snoop. About a month after joining HRG, Jack made dredging the bottom of the journalistic barrel part of his weekly routine. Every Friday was tabloid day. "Do you really think you're gonna find anything in there?" "Of course I think so. And if you cared at all about your job, you'd be helping me. If we don't get results soon, the old man's probably gonna can us all." Jack had only been with the organization for a year, part of Hubbell's attempt to revitalize HRG's efforts by bringing in fresh blood. Had Jack worked there five years ago, he would have been fired for even suggesting that tabloids might be a useful research tool. But it had been almost five years since they'd found their last prospect, so old man Hubbell's tolerance for the unconventional was much higher these days. And Jack's expertise was certainly unconventional. Unlike Barney, he hadn't been hired for his technical skills. And also unlike Barney, he had a lot more to lose than his job if the project got shut down. "Please let me know how the dog-boy is doing." Barney said. He turned his attention back to his computer screen. "Will do." Jack was looking for a particular type of story that seemed to recur more often than it ought to. The story of the woman with "Pinnochio boobs" was an obvious and intentional fake through crude photo manipulations. The Human Water Balloon turned out to be a simple case of rapid weight gain that had been hyped up into something paranormal. The story of the woman in Cheltenham getting pumped full of helium was the closest he'd gotten. That one had turned out to be completely legitimate, but still not quite what Hubbell was looking for. Hubbell was obsessed with the idea of human beings inflating. Jack had never actually met the man, so he was in a position to judge neither his motivations nor his level of sanity. If he were to give the matter any thought, he'd be convinced that Hubbell was a madman. But he didn't give it any thought. He just knew that Hubbell was absolutely convinced that human inflation was possible and had put an impressive amount of funding behind this belief. So Jack went about his work with that same level of conviction. He never asked if what Hubbell proposed were possible; he simply assumed it. From there, it was simply a matter of finding out who these people were. Jack almost dropped his coffee when he opened up his issue of The Weekly Slander . "Barney, you need to look at this." "What?" Barney grabbed his magnifying glass and came over. He gasped when he saw the story. He quickly examined the pictures through the lens. "Whoever handles the Slander's photography should be fired." "It's probably some incompetent intern with a pirated copy of Photoshop. It doesn't look like a fake to me, but you're the pro here." "These pictures are just newsprint quality, and the originals were probably from a cheap digital camera. The quality's too low to say for certain for any one picture, but we have four to work with here. Lights and shadows are all consistent between pictures, and the backgrounds haven't been cropped out. Faking something like this is way above The Weekly Slander's pay grade. There's been some color adjustments and it looks like the skin was smoothed out some, but aside from that these pictures haven't been altered." "Are you saying these are real?" Jack was incredulous. "I've seen old file photos, but nothing like this. I mean, she's huge." "Don't know." Barney brought the paper to his desk and scanned the images into his computer. "It might have been staged, maybe a rubber suit or something like that. But if it is, it's an impressive piece of work." "Can you tell for sure?" "You can't tell anything for certain with pictures like these." He was applying various filters to clean up the images. "We won't be able to spot skin blemishes in these, but if it's a suit we might be able to make out a seam or a valve. Hello, what's this?" Barney zoomed in on a discoloration of the skin in one of the photos. "It looks like a marking of some kind. Can you enhance that?" Jack asked. "Will do." Barney zoomed in further, sharpening one section and increasing the contrast. "Looks like your incompetent intern tried to smooth this out, but couldn't do much without wrecking the picture." The mark appeared right at one of the edges where the woman's ruined clothing ended and her exposed skin began. There's only so much blurring that could be applied to at the boundary between light skin and dark cloth. Jack squinted at the screen as the series irregularly shaped grayish blobs stretched across the woman's skin became more defined. Although still quite blurry, they slowly took on the appearance of writing. "Holy crap," he gasped. "You have any idea what those are?" Barney asked. "They're Chinese characters. Or at least they were before they got stretched out and blurred." Barney grunted in disappointment. "Let me guess: we're looking at a rubber suit, and those symbols mean 'made in China'?" "No, no, they don't," Jack said tapping the screen excitedly. "It's an astrological sign, this means 'Scorpio.'" Barney smiled. "I doubt you're likely to see something like that on an inflatable suit." Jack was giddy. "No, but it is something that a trendy college student might think is cool. It means our balloon girl has a tattoo, and it means this picture is the real freaking deal. Barney, we have to find out where this picture was taken!" "Already on it." "I'll call Dinah and let her know we have a prospect." Katie stepped out into the dorm's courtyard. Earlier in the evening it had been packed with over a hundred drunken students. But it was very late, and another dorm party had wound down. It seemed everyone had either gone to sleep, passed out, or retired with a partner to do what college kids so often did. Katie sighed. She'd had a fun time dancing, but ended the evening alone, as she usually did. "Hmm," she mused, eying the helium tanks next to the keg. They'd rented the tanks to fill balloons, but had severely underestimated the amount of gas each one held. They'd run out of balloons long before they'd emptied the tanks. The spares had been set aside and judging by the pressure gauges two of them were still completely full. Bundles of brightly colored balloons were tied to each one. Smiling, Katie pulled a balloon down and untied it from the tank. Her fading alcohol buzz had inspired an idea. She stuffed the balloon under her sweater, then pulled another down and did the same with it. She carefully adjusted them on her chest. Katie had been self conscious about her figure since she was young and she watched all of her friends blossom with womanly curves while her own body remained steadfastly boyish. Her face was more cute than pretty, and her short cropped brown hair didn't help matters any. She was fairly plain, but for now, tonight, she could imagine what it would be like to sport more impressive endowments. She thrust her chest out, stretching her sweater across the balloons. They were much larger than most real breasts, with a highly unnatural shape. "This must be what it's like to have implants. Minus the back strain, of course." She allowed herself to be pleased with her new look for a moment. "I look pretty good with these," she giggled. "Oh my God, you look so ridiculous!" came the squeal from behind her. Katie jumped. She was so wrapped up in her fantasy, she hadn't heard Trisha approach. She spun around. Of all people, why did it have to be Trisha? Trisha was a object of desire for many men on campus. She was tall and gorgeous, with long, flowing black hair and a body that scoffed at the norms of nature. She would sometimes boast that she had to buy her blouses and skirts in different sizes, and all of her dresses had to be custom tailored; her slender body would have been a size two were it not for her breasts, which defied any description that could be conveyed by mere numbers. They were huge, even larger than the balloons Katie had stuffed under her sweater and nearly as round. She was wearing one of her custom tailored dresses, a deep purple garment that clung so tightly as to leave little to the imagination. She'd clearly had a lot to drink, and still had a red cup in hand. The rosy tone in her cheeks and the sway in her stance betrayed her intoxicated state. Braless, her bosom quivered dangerously with every step she took. Her low-cut dress wasn't just hugging her curves. It was hanging on for dear life. "Wh-what are you doing here?" Katie stammered. "I'm looking for Tyler," she slurred. "We were making out, and he just up and left, said something about his girlfriend being pissed. I thought he might be out here, but it looks like it's just you and your new boobies," she giggled. Katie's face blushed bright red. "T-Trisha--" "It's a good look for you," she said, stepping closer and trying to suppress her laughter. "But I think I like mine better, they're not filled with helium and I don't hafta worry about 'em popping." She gave herself a squeeze to emphasize the point. Katie was mortified. For years she'd been teased about her flat chest, and she could count on Trisha to tell everyone in the dorm about what she'd done with the balloons. "Trisha, please stop," she pleaded. "No, really, they look great. I think you just need to add a bit more, and they'll be as big as mine." She was laughing out loud now. "But I'd be careful around sharp objects though. One poke, and bang!" She thrust a finger at Katie's left balloon, but the combination of her drunkenness and high heels caused her to stumble forward. She made contact with far more force than she'd intended, and the balloon burst. "Ow!" Katie yelped. It was more shocking than painful but Katie jumped back, feeling the shreds of the deceased balloon slide down her belly. The humiliation was too much. She couldn't hold back a soft sob. "Aww, don't cry," Trisha said with mock sympathy. She walked over to the tanks and patted one. "We'll just fill up another one, and you'll be good as new." She lost herself in a fit of laughter and smirked at Katie when she finally recovered. "Wouldn't it be cool if it was that easy? But it's not, so you'll have just play with your toys since you'll never have the real thing." To drive the final insult home, she took a deep breath and arched her back. "Shut up!" Katie screamed. She shoved Trisha as hard as she could and ran into the dorm, weeping. "Eeeee!" Trisha tried to catch herself, but she fell back into the tanks, knocking them over and spilling her beer. She landed on the ground hard, but was too drunk and too caught up in her own laughter to notice the pain of the impact. "That was too much fun!" Still a bit wobbly, Trisha rose to her feet. "Maybe I can still find Tyler," she wondered aloud. The night's fun didn't have to end yet. She took a step, and immediately slipped on her spilled beer. "Ow!" Trisha cried out as she landed. This time her intoxication wasn't enough to dull the sharp pain in her right buttock. There was a muffled thunk, then a whoosh of escaping gas. Trisha's eyes opened wide as she felt a sudden cold pressure rapidly growing inside her. "Wha?" She'd landed on one of the helium tanks. The nozzle had pierced her skin and a massive rush of gas was surging into her. Her right cheek swelled up, causing her to tilt to the left. Looking down, she could see her thigh growing larger. Then the gas spread to her belly. Her firm, flat stomach bulged outwards going from pudgy to pregnant to huge in a matter of seconds. She was unable to sit upright, her swollen belly forcing her to fall back. The nozzle dug deeper into her flesh, and the hiss from the tank grew louder. Trisha flailed her arms, but was unable to right herself. "Help!" she tried to shout, but it came out barely louder than a whisper. The pressure in her abdomen allowed her to draw only shallow breaths, and she could hardly make a sound. Her confusion quickly turned into panic as she realized what had happened. She was stuck on the tank, filling with helium like a balloon. She was too swollen to free herself, and she couldn't even call for help. That didn't keep her from trying. "Katie, help me!" she wheezed pitifully. There was no answer. Trisha continued to fill with helium, her legs plumping up along their entire length as her belly rose higher and higher, straining against the confines of her dress. The gas spread upwards, and she felt her chest rise as though she were taking an impossibly deep breath. She grasped at her bosom and felt her already abundant breasts swell even larger, growing fuller and firmer with pressure. Her cleavage pushed up against her chin, and her arms straightened as the gas spread outwards. She was impossibly huge, but the gas kept flowing and Trisha inflated ever larger. She had no idea how much helium was in the tank, but it was certainly more than her body could hold. Her breath came in short, terrified gasps. She tried once more to call for help: "Someone, anyone please! Get me off this thing before I--" She whimpered, unable to finish the sentence. But the truth of the situation wasn't at all affected by her willingness to speak it. Trisha knew full well that if help didn't arrive soon, she would come to a very loud and spectacular end. Katie leaned against a wall and collapsed to the floor, crying. "Bitch! Just because she's got huge tits she thinks she can--" She looked down at the balloon she that was still in her sweater. In her haste, she'd forgotten it. Now it sat there on her chest, taunting her. "Dammit!" She pushed it out, and it bounced along the floor. Katie grabbed it and squeezed it in rage, but stopped just as it was about to burst. What was the point? Why take out her anger on something that had given her the illusion of being endowed, if only briefly? "Trisha." The name slid off of her tongue like sludge. "Why the hell should I let her get to me? Just because she's got boobs and I don't?" She wiped her tears away and she took a deep breath to calm herself. "She can't treat me like dirt, I won't let her!" With her new found strength, she stood tall and marched off to confront Trisha. "Oh my God." Katie wasn't prepared for the sight that greeted her in the courtyard. She saw what appeared to be a huge two-tone balloon, bright purple where Trisha's dress still covered her, but her lower half was a vast pale hemisphere. Were it not for her feet protruding from the giant, oblong swell that Trisha had become, Katie probably wouldn't have recognized that object before her was what had become of her nemesis. "What happened to you?" "Help me," came the faint cry from the far side of the ball. "Please..." Katie rushed to her side, thoughts of revenge banished for a moment. As she neared, she saw that Trisha had fallen on the helium tank. It was now clear what had happened to her. She could hear the angry hiss of gas that was still forcing Trisha's body to expand. "Hold on," Katie said. "I'm gonna try to push you off this thing." "Please hurry," she begged. Katie pressed her hands into Trisha's side and pushed. Her hands sank in only a few inches before the pressure inside Trisha matched her efforts. She pushed harder and was met by strained groans. Trisha didn't budge. "Ow," Trisha moaned. "I don't think this is gonna work," Katie said. "If I push too hard you might po--" she stopped, not wanting to panic the poor girl. "You might not be able to take it." "Do something!" She was growing bigger and rounder with each passing moment. Katie knelt down and tried to reach the tank. She had to lay down flat and squeeze under Trisha to reach it, but she finally got a hand on the pressure valve. "There!" She tried to twist the knob, but the it wouldn't turn. She tried again, to no avail. "Why the hell won't thing thing turn?" Looking more closely, she could see the valve was bent. "Uh oh." "What?" "You must have bent the knob when you fell on the tank. I can't shut it off." "Oh God, no! I'm gonna explode!" she wailed. "Try to stay calm Trisha. I can try to push you off the tank again, but I don't know if you can take the pressure. You might pop if I push too hard." Trisha clenched her eyes shut. "If you don't, I'm gonna pop anyway. Just do it now, before I get too big." "Ok." Katie rolled onto her back and tried not to contemplate the implications of 'too big'. Trisha's vastness loomed above her. "On three. One. Two. Three!" Katie pushed upward against her with all her might. Trisha let out a pained gurgle as she felt Katie's hands press against her. Trisha's body had not only grown even more huge in the passing moments, it had also grown much firmer as she drew ever closer to her limits. Ironically, this made Katie's job slightly easier. "Eeeerugh!" Trisha groaned as Katie continued to push. Between Katie's pushing and the rapid flow from the tank, Trisha was running out of room. She let out a surprised squeak as the pressure flowed up her neck and began filling her cheeks. She started flailing, but all she could manage to do was wiggle her hands and feet a bit; she could feel them inflating too. "I think you moved a bit, almost got it." Katie gasped, still pushing. "It's too much," she wailed. "I -- I can't take any more!" "Almost there!" Katie called, trying to be encouraging. Though she didn't waver in her efforts, she did briefly ponder the wisdom being so close to her. Trisha clenched her eyes shut. Her ears were filled by the loud hissing of the tank and the increasingly ominous squeals of strain from her drum tight skin. One way or another, this was going to be over soon. "It's all or nothing now," Katie muttered to herself. Not knowing for certain whether it would help or harm, Katie put all of her might behind one final shove. Trisha half-expected a boom, but instead heard a soft "thunk" as Katie finally managed to free her from the helium tank. "There!" she heard Katie shout. Trisha was as shocked as she was elated, but her joy lasted only a fraction of a second. With no more resistance to it, the flow from the tank went from a hiss to a roar as it emptied the last of its contents in mere seconds. Unfortunately, Trisha was right on top of this release; the jet launched her high into the air. "Aaaaiiiyyeeeee!" Trisha shrieked as she was rocketed up into the sky. "Oh that's not good." Katie craned her neck to watch Trisha's ascent. Straining to look over the swollen arc that had once been her shoulder, Trisha watched in horror as the ground receded. She slowly came to a halt in mid air, far above the dorm. She could almost see the entire campus from her vantage point. But this was a night of small favors for Trisha; although she was full of helium, she was just barely shy of achieving flight. Ever so slowly, she drifted back toward the ground. "Thank goodness." Katie watched anxiously as Trisha returned to earth. But her descent was painfully slow. She'd gotten her off of the tank just in time. Just a little more gas and even if Trisha hadn't exploded on the ground she would have floated away and likely met the same fate high above the Earth. It was a still night, so she didn't go far. After several minutes that seemed like hours, Trisha came within reach at the far side of the courtyard. Katie grabbed her by a shoe and pulled her down the last few feet. "Thank you," Trisha said. Her face was swollen into a caricature of its former beauty, and she could barely breathe against the pressure of the gas inside her. Every word was a struggle. With the urgency now passed, Katie had a moment to take in the incredible events she'd just witnessed. "Oh my God, you're huge," she marveled. In the few short minutes she'd been on the tank, Trisha had been blown up into a huge balloon. She was a giant globe with slight bulges where her arms and legs had been. Her hands and feet protruded from large indentations in her bulk, and her dress just barely clung to the two huge swells of her breasts. She wobbled slightly on the ground, coming to rest with her head upright. "Are you OK?" She couldn't see Trisha's face, as she towered nearly twice as tall as her own height. "I -- I feel like I'm getting bigger!" Trisha cried. "But how?" Katie could just barely hear soft groaning and gurgling coming from deep within Trisha's inflated body. It made sense now; she'd been injected with pressurized gas, and that gas was now seeking equilibrium, slowly stretching out Trisha's already overtaxed body in the process. And if Trisha's body gave out before that equilibrium was reached... "Oh no," Katie gasped, realizing that she was standing just a few feet from a living time bomb. Trisha could feel the gas spreading through every part of her body, seeking any available space to expand. Her hands began to puff up, her feet strained against her shoes, even her face grew rounder. She couldn't last too much longer like this. "Katie, I'm gonna blow!" "You don't know that! Just stay calm!" But even as Katie was offering encouragement, she was backing away. "Tell my mother I love her," she whimpered weakly. Even her lips were swelling up, making the words difficult to form. "And tell Tyler he's a dick for flaking on me." "You can tell them yourself, you're gonna be OK," Katie said. But she ducked behind the remaining helium tanks just in case she was wrong. Trisha's strained stretching noises stopped. The night was silent, but Katie was afraid to poke her head out. Maybe it was safe, or maybe Trisha had just stretched as much as she could and was about to explode. Snap! Katie jumped, almost knocking over the tanks, and Trisha let out a startled scream. Katie peeked out from behind the tanks to see that Trisha's right foot had burst out of her shoe. Trisha was weighed down that much less, and was now dangerously close to getting airborne; now Trisha's towering bulk was daintily balanced on her left foot. The gas inside her was pulling her skyward, and the weight of that last shoe was all that was holding her to earth. And judging by how much her foot was bulging against the shoe's strap, it wouldn't be holding her for much longer. Snap! Her shoe finally yielded. "I'm floating!" Trisha cried as she slowly lifted from the ground. "This just keeps getting worse." Katie ran out from behind her shelter and grabbed Trisha's foot; It was so round and swollen, she could barely get her hand around enough of it to keep a grip. She was only just barely buoyant, so it was easy to pull her back over to the helium tanks. It was awkward trying to trying to work while maintaining a hold on Trisha's foot, but Katie managed to grab several of the balloons tied to one of the tanks and tie them to Trisha. She gave the ribbons a few experimental tugs before letting Trisha go. Trisha floated up a bit, but her ascent was quickly halted by her makeshift tethers. She was safe for now. Katie sighed. Trisha was making alarmed squeaking noises. Anchored by her foot, she was floating at an angle, so Katie was able to look up at her face. "What's wrong now?" The night was just one crisis after another, Katie couldn't really imagine what could go wrong next. Trisha's gaze was fixed on the dorm. "Tyler," she said, her voice quivering with anxiety. "Tyler?" Katie turned around. Distracted as she'd been by Trisha's predicament, she hadn't noticed a man stumbling in at the far end of the courtyard. He was tall, broad-shouldered, muscular, and quite drunk. "Crap, it's Tyler." "You can't let him see me like this!" came the muffled plea from above. "You're a blimp, Trisha, it's not like I can hide you anywhere." "Please! Do something!" Trisha begged, tears welling up in her eyes. Tyler had finally managed to get the door open and was staggering out. "Ok, fine, I'll get rid of him. Just stay quiet and don't move." Trisha nodded as best as she could, which wasn't much. Tyler gawked at what appeared to him to be a giant flesh colored balloon He seemed particularly fascinated by its puffy hands and feet. "Holy shit, what's that?" "Oh that?" Katie said. "I think it's someone's idea of a joke. I found it when I came out here to put away the helium tanks. I guess someone saw we had extra and decided to have some fun blowing up one of those sex doll thingies." Tyler snorted. "Dang. Anyway, you seen Trisha around?" "Uh, yeah, she was out here a little while ago. But I think she had her fill of partying and went upstairs for the night," Katie replied, pointing upward. "Cool, thanks." He stared at Trisha. "Whatcha gonna do with that doll?" "I dunno. I guess I've got to figure out a way to get it down." "That's easy, just pop it," Tyler said. "I've got a pocket knife right here--" "No!" Katie said quickly, hoping that Tyler hadn't heard Trisha's terrified squeak. She stepped between Tyler and Trisha. "That doll's blown up too big. If you pop it, the noise'll wake up everyone in the dorm." "Yeah, I guess you're right. Well, good luck with it." He shuffled off. Trisha breathed a sigh of relief. "He's gone. Thanks." "No problem," Katie said. She looked up a Trisha again, her mind spinning. How was this even possible? As fas as she knew, it wasn't. But there Trisha was, inflated completely round and tethered like the party balloons Katie had been playing with earlier. The sides of her dress had completely split open, and the garment hung from her in shreds. The gaps in the cloth revealed what had become of Trisha's tattoo. Katie had seen the small black characters on the back of Trisha's shoulder before. But now each symbol was bigger than her hand, stretched out and faded. Katie burst out laughing. It was as much hysteria as it was mirth, but Trisha wouldn't have been soothed by that even if she'd known. "This isn't funny!" Trisha hissed. "I'm sorry," Katie said, gasping between bursts of laughter. "You just look so ridiculous!" After a while, she calmed herself and took her cell phone from her pocket. "Gonna call your friends so they can all laugh too?" "No, but it's tempting. I'm calling 911 so we can get you some help before some other dumbass tries to pop you." I should call my friends and tell them about this, she thought as she tried to explain the situation to the operator. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. As mean as Trisha had been to her, Katie felt sorry for her an was genuinely worried. A few seconds here and there had made the difference between life and death for her several times tonight. And now she was huge and completely helpless, with only a few scraps of ribbon keeping her from floating away. Would she be stuck like this forever? Was there still a chance she'd just burst? Katie could ponder these things without much personal concern, but Trisha had to be terrified right now. "Help is on the way," Katie said as she hung up. "I don't think they believed me, but they have to send someone anyway." "Please don't tell anyone about this Katie, I'd just die," Trisha pleaded. "Don't worry, this'll be our little secret." Yeah, just you, me, the EMTs, and anyone who happens to peek out their window tonight. Not many people were awake and saw what happened that night. And those few that did quickly dismissed the incident once Tyler's story about seeing a hugely inflated sex doll in the courtyard got around. The university was quite fine keeping the incident under wraps. The official story was that Trisha had suddenly fallen ill after the party. Katie didn't know what happened to Trisha after that night. The story simply went away. Trisha returned to class after spring break still somewhat swollen, but small enough that people just blamed it on the "freshman fifteen." Katie had expected Trisha to be grateful. After all, she'd rescued her and kept the incident a secret. But it was not to be. Incredibly, Trisha returned just as cruel as ever; she picked up her abuse of Katie right where she'd left off. One evening Katie took her aside. "You know, you could at least be a little nicer. If it weren't for me, you'd be scattered in little bits all over campus!" "Yeah, thanks for that," Trisha said dismissively, "but let's face it, nothing's really changed. My reputation's too important to risk people thinking that I was hanging with the loser crowd." "Loser? Just because I'm not as pretty as you are?" "Jealous much?" Trisha said, glancing down at her own generous curves. Even a bit pudgy, she knew she had a spectacular body. She was surprised by Katie's response. "Nah, I'm not jealous," Katie smirked. "I think I like mine better, anyway. They're not filled with helium and I don't have to worry about them popping." She turned and walked away, leaving a flushed and flustered Trisha. A few weeks later, Trisha noticed something strange when she returned from class. She was used to people staring at her, but today as she approached the dorm she felt like something was different. There were more whispered exchanges, incredulous glances, and the occasional snicker. Inside the dorm lounge she saw a small clump of students gathered around a stack of newspapers. "What's going on?" Trisha asked. "Uh, you might wanna see this, Trish." She was handed a newspaper. Someone had dropped off a stack of The Weekly Slander. It was a tabloid of the lowest order, often publishing articles about Elvis sightings, UFO kidnappings, celebrity exorcisms and the like. Trisha looked over the front page, at first not understanding what she was supposed to be looking at. Then she saw the picture in the lower right corner of the front page. I was a small, grainy image of a woman's face, so swollen that Trisha almost didn't recognize it as her own. Below it the caption read: Bosomy Beauty Blows Up! p. 18 Heart racing, Trisha flipped through the tabloid to find the story splashed across two pages with multiple photos much larger and clearer than the one on the front page. On the left was was a picture of her drunkenly hanging off of Tyler while posing for a group shot with several other party-goers, taken during the last dorm party. It was labeled "BEFORE." They'd covered everyone's eyes with black rectangles, but anyone who knew Trisha could easily identify her by her dress, and even more so by the way she filled it. But it was the rest of the pictures that had everyone in the dorm talking. They were labeled "AFTER", and showed Trisha fully inflated, bursting out of her clothes, and tied to a helium tank by her foot. "No," she breathed. "No, no, no, no, no!" Most of the dorm heard Trisha's wail of anguish. Helium Horror! Beautiful young Tina Christopher* almost put the "pop" in "popular" this weekend when a night of drunken revelry ended with her being blown up like a balloon. The bizarre accident has left medical experts baffled, and left Tina very, very large. Tina's friend Betty* claims to have witnessed the incident: "It was so weird. We were all partying and having a great time when Tina slipped and fell onto one of the helium tanks, and it was like WHOOSH! She blew up like an airbag. Thank God we got to her and shut off the tank in time, or she probably would have burst." Help arrived before Tina exploded, but not before she was pumped up to an enormous size. "She was huge, I can't believe a person could stretch that much. I thought she was going to float away. We called 911, and they took her to the hospital. I still don't know how they fit her into the ambulance." That's the official story, but this reporter has unearthed a number of conflicting accounts of the night's events. It's entirely possible that the university administration is trying to cover up its students' reckless behavior by claiming that this was merely a tragic accident. One school official spoke on condition of anonymity. "When you combine alcohol consumption, risky behavior, and the competitive tendencies of people that age, you have a situation that's likely to turn into a dangerous game of oneupmanship," he said. "I'm guessing this started off as a harmless game, but got out of hand when Tina was egged on by her friends. It's fairly common for people to inhale helium for its effects on the voice. I've heard from more than one student that this started off as just a bunch of kids competing to see who could inhale the most helium. They were breathing it in from balloons, but Tina decided to show off and inhale directly from the tank." In her intoxicated state, she didn't realize what was happening until it was almost too late. "There's a reason they put warning labels on those tanks." But a number of Tina's classmates saw her improbable figure as ample evidence that she'd been experimenting with unconventional uses for helium long before that fateful night. "Just look at her," commented Charlie*, who claims to have known Tina since high school. "She's so thin, but her boobs are so huge and round. And she's been like that as long as I've known her." There was no shortage of students willing to speculate on the possible pneumatic origins of Tina's endowments. So what really happened here? A freak accident? Peer pressure gone too far? Tanks for the mammaries? Nobody but Tina knows the answer for certain and she's not talking, at least until the swelling goes down some. *all names have been altered Katie laughed as she read the article with her roommate Laura in their dorm room. "Oh my God, this is terrible! Please tell me you didn't write this!" Laura tittered. "No, I just sold them the pictures and told them what happened. They made all that crap up themselves." Katie had already told her how she hadn't been able to resist sneaking a few pictures of Trisha with her camera phone while she waited for the ambulances to arrive. She'd only planned on showing them to a few friends, but Trisha's unabated stream of abuse had spurred her find a venue for wider distribution. Dinah thumbed through folder Jack had brought her. It contained photos, student records, and notes he'd compiled during his trip. It even had the original story from the tabloid that had started it all. Tina Christopher was actually Patricia Roth. The pictures were genuine, she'd really been blown up that big. Dinah looked up, beaming with pride. "You've done it Jack, we're back in business." Jack nodded. "Thanks, but I wouldn't say we're there yet. There's still gaps in that report, and Patricia Roth isn't looking like a viable recruitment prospect." "But we have data. Barney's been crunching through our old database with the new info you've gathered, and he's already coming up with prospects to investigate. We've got teams that have been sitting idle for years that suddenly have work to do." "So my job is safe?" "All of our jobs are safe for now." Jack sighed in relief and let himself sink into his chair. For the first time in a year, he felt like he could relax. "Thank goodness." "Thank you," Dinah said. "Someday you're gonna have to tell me why you take this job so seriously." "Someday."

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9

"Hey Selina, want some?" Lily giggled. Selina was a dork at high school, and everyone always mocked her for it. Her long, tangled black hair reached her waist and she had dark freckles all over her skin. She always wore tight clothing, trying to make herself look sexy, but it never worked. She was just a dork, and although she was actually pretty, nobody really cared. She was always a dork, and that's how it would always be. Lily, on the other hand, was stunning. She had long, curling blonde hair and the prettiest green eyes. Her skin was fair and she had the hottest boyfriend ever. Lily would always make fun of Selina, and today was no different. Lily shoved a small pill into her mouth, then swallowed it dry. She had a little jar filled with other pills, and she held it up. Selina didn't know what they were for, but she was tired of Lily teasing her. "I don't even know what those pills are. I'm not going to take them, Lily, and you know it," Selina hissed. She waited for the usual Lily reaction, a giggle and a dumb comeback. Lily just smiled, though, and replied to Selina. "Actually, Selina, their special pills. They help with... My hair, eye and skin color. They make me pretty. I'm kind of tired with making fun of you, so take them. You can have them, I have more at home" Lily said innocently. Selina stared in awe. She took the pills, knowing that they were probably actually harmless. Lily had just taken one, after all. Selina read the side, then walked away from Lily. They had been outside the school, and now it was time for Selina to walk home. While walking back, she continued to read the side and back. Pretty Pills TM "One pill will instantly make you beautiful and amazing!" It was enough to make Selina smile. There was a tiny little warning sign on the back, but Selina didn't bother to read it. It didn't matter to her, she just wanted to be beautiful. Selina unlocked the door to her house and stepped inside. She quickly ran up to her room, then flopped on her bed. Selina opened the lid, and the pills lay inside. She dumped them all into her hand. If she took them all, she'd be prettier than Lily. So, she put them in her mouth, and chewed them all at once. She grinned, and hoped that this wasn't some stupid prank from Lily. Selina swallowed. She took the empty jar and set it on her dresser. She then looked in the mirror, but then gasped. Her hips swelled out a bit, her face becoming a bit rounder. Instantly, her butt and breasts were bigger too. She grinned. She looked extremely sexy. But the effect lasted only for a few seconds, before she suddenly felt a bit heavier and she felt really hungry. Pains tore at Selina's stomach. She ran downstairs and opened her fridge. There was a pizza, left over from last night in there. She quickly opened the pizza box and wolfed it down. This made her even hungrier. She opened the freezer, and found a huge tub of ice cream. Selina took out a spoon and dug into it, not realizing she was slowly swelling out. Once she was done, she craved soda pop. She opened the fridge and saw two bottles in there. Quickly, she opened the first and chugged it. Then, the second. By now, her stomach had stopped swelling. She was a bit fat, but Selina didn't care. The hunger had stopped. She sighed and looked down at herself. "Great job, Selina, you've made yourself fat," she muttered. Then, she felt hungry again. She opened the fridge and tore out everything there was, gobbling it down. Her stomach swelled out, a gurgling and moaning filling the room. Selina's butt filled out too, and same with her breasts. Her tight sweater creaked, and she moaned. She had to eat more. Selina was now six feet tall and bulging at her sides, and she looked like an extremely overweight woman. The moaning and gurgling didn't stop, and Selina felt herself expanding slowly without even eating food. She moved steadily and difficultly over to the stairs. Her room was above her. If she could make it there, she could read the container the pills had come in. Selina's sweater snapped as she moved into her room. It flew off of her, and across the room, pushing the pill container off the dresser. Selina dover for it, getting wedged in between her bed and the dresser. But she managed to pick the container up. Warning: Overdosage may have serious side effects. Do not consume more than one pill. If you experience slight hunger or discomfort after taking pills, contact a doctor right away. Selina groaned. Her stomach chorused in, and she felt herself letting out all the gasses trapped in her body. She let out a low burp that lasted several seconds, and then realized that her skin was growing tighter and tighter. Her t-shirt ripped at the seams, and it too flew off. The bedframe dug into her side. Selina was suddenly very thirsty, and she croaked. She needed water. Slowly, she managed to push the bed away from her ballooning body, and she went for the tap. She turned it on and stuck her mouth under it. For several seconds, she lay there, water pouring into her mouth, then tried to move. But she was stuck. Water continuously flowed into her mouth, and her body greedily started to inflate faster. Selina's butt pushed the ground, causing her to move up. The tap was pressed against her mouth, and it was swallow or drown. Selina painfully gulped down the water, and felt herself grow. Her shorts had already split before, and she was in nothing but her undergarments. Selina's body grew. She gasped painfully as stars danced across her vision. A moaning filled the room, and Selina felt her stomach pulsing with pressure. Her skin was as tight as an overfilled balloon, an overfilled water balloon. her body let out a low rumble before exploding into a million pieces.

37202

blueberry, camping, drugs, smoke

Female Inflation

Blueberry

Offscreen

4

10

The old red truck clanked to a stop and Bridgette leapt out, her boots creating a small cloud of sand. Haley smiled visibly. If there was one thing she loved more than partying with her friends, it was camping with them. "Finally we're here..." smiled Bridgette "Hey it only took... three hours? But hey, what do you expect in that piece of junk?" giggled Haley. "Hey leave my truck alone, it got us here in one piece didn't it? Besides, looks like we beat the boys here anyway" smiled Lauren. Haley rolled her eyes as she remembered the other group that would be joining- Bridgette and Lauren's boyfriends along with a guy she didn't know. She'd much rather have a girls campout than camping with two couples that would probably be pressuring her and the guy to hook up. "Aren't you excited Haley? I'm telling you, Troy's friend Levi is coming and he'd totally be a fun time and he said he's into blondes" said Lauren with her usual enthused tone. "I guess but this is more of a fun night out not an orgy. I just hope-" Haley was cut off by the sound of Stephen's car brakes loudly squealing. "What's up, bitches!" yelled Troy from the passenger side. Troy, Stephen, and Levi got out and came over to greet the girls. "So, Levi, this is my single friend, Haley" Lauren announced, gesturing at the blonde standing behind everyone else. "Heya, Haley. Glad to see I'm not going to be the only awkward... fifth wheel" he chuckled lightly and extended his hand out to her. Haley tried not to be shallow, but when a tan guy with nice hair and muscles asked to be her friend, she couldn't help but blush a little bit. They got their introductions out of the way and began unpacking so they could set up camp. Luckily, the boys, trying to show off, ended up carrying most of the heavier things while the girls got the labor of carrying clothes and food. The next couple hours went better than Haley had anticipated. Aside from the occasional awkward makeout sessions among the couples, much of the evening was spent talking and joking. "The only thing that could make this evening anymore relaxing would be some... uh party favors" Bridgette said, with a sly smile. "Aw man, I forgot my charger in the car" interrupted Lauren. "Here, let's smoke some and then we can get it, alright?" groaned Bridgett "I'll go get it, or we'll never hear the end of it. But when I get back we better smoke!" Haley joked as she stood up and brushed the dirt off her shorts. "Hey, it's dark out, want me to join? I'd feel like an ass if you got hurt" smiled Levi. Haley was more than prepared with a sarcastic response about not needing help, but he wasn't as bad as she'd initially planned. So she smiled and nodded. On the way to the car he kept nudging her hand with his and making flirtatious comments. "Hm, maybe I will find a hookup on this trip... he's actually a little cute" Haley couldn't help but think to herself. She got to the truck and reached in and began digging around, looking for Lauren's cord. Levi spanked her ass as she got out. Haley let out a small giggle. "Hey save it for the site! I'm not even-" she tripped over a branch. "Woah there, you okay?" Levi asked. Haley tried to smile as she wiped blood from her knee. The two of them went back to the truck to patch her leg before continuing back to the others. Levi helped her the whole way back. "Hey we're back. Sorry, clumsy over here decided to introduce her knee to a rude boulder" "Oh... we thought you guys were getting freaky in the car" laughed Troy "Yeah... well you guys took a while so we kinda... smoked it all already..." said Bridgette looking only mildly guilty. "Well, sorry Lauren. I'm holding your charger ransom! Unless you give me 3 hits you'll never see your charger again!" said Haley, only halfway joking. She had really wanted to smoke. "It's okay. I have something. I mean it's not the same stuff but my guy says it's amazing. I haven't tried it yet though." said Levi, pulling a baggy of blue herbs out of his pocket. "Here, you can use it, it's my fault we were so late. You just gotta promise to tell me how it is" Haley shrugged and quickly proceeded to put it into her purple pipe and smoke it. Unlike things she'd smoked in the past, this had a rich flavor and the smoke came out as a cerlulean cloud. "Holy hell, it tastes like... blueberry! Does anyone want a hit?" No one else seemed interested so Haley quickly finished all of it, without any hesitation. A subtle blue fog shrouded the area and Haley couldn't help but smile. Maybe Levi wasn't so bad after all. He helped her when she was hurt and even offered to get her high. Now that's class. A few minutes passed and Haley felt it starting to kick in. It was strong and very relaxing. Although, one other feeling was present. Haley's stomach gurgled loudly and painfully. "Ugh... I have a killer stomach ache... you guys feeling alright? I hope it wasn't the burgers..." groaned Haley. "Hey, my burgers are awesome. If they're hurting your stomach it's just because you can't handle it" Troy said defensively. Haley tasted her mouth... blueberry... "Oh man, it must have been the stuff I smoked..." Levi overheard her mumbling. "Oh god, really? Shit I hope I didn't get you sick... I knew I should have tried it first before..." Levi grabbed Haley's small hand trying to comfort her however he could. He then, stopped and stared at her hand closely "Your hand is blue..." Haley didn't understand what he meant at first. But she looked at her hand, and sure enough, the ends of all of her fingers was a rich blue... and it was rapidly spreading. Haley should have been panicking but she couldn't help but watch as her hands were overtaken by a deep shade of blue. "Holy shit, Haley, what's up with your hands... and your face?" Lauren asked, slowly approaching her. Lauren gently rubbed her fingers over her blue hands, briefly touching her nose. It was almost as if Lauren was checking to see if her skin was real. Haley's stomach bubbled loudly again. The blue had entirely engulfed her face and had reached all the way past her elbows. "I... don't feel well..." Haley murmured quietly. Her stomach was still growling, but this time loud enough for everyone to hear. She put her hands to it, almost telling it to be quiet. Her gaze quickly fell to her stomach. It was bigger than she remembered. What was once a flat belly now had a thick layer of fat on it, which pulled her shorts tight. Her whole body was now a shade of deep blue and she was slowly growing. Haley, instinctively, put her hands to her stomach and began to feel it. It felt soft and malleable, like it was full of water. "What the fuck, Haley? You're getting fat!" Stephen shouted, ignoring everyone else's concerns. Haley began to panic as the growth's speed picked up. Her stomach was pushing so far into her denim jeans that it began to muffin top all around. And if things couldn't get any worse, it was now more than just her belly expanding. "Not my tits too... No..." Haley quietly cried as her once small B cup breasts began to push into her bra. She put her hands to them, feeling them overflowing her bra cups underneath her now tight tank top. Her belly began to lift her pink tank top, exposing her huge belly. Her shorts, fed up with the pressure, began to rip. The front button exploded off with a loud ping. Her ass, not wanting to miss out, also began to fill her shorts. Haley, trying to save what dignity she had, began trying to pull her clothes together. She forcefully yanked her shirt down as much as she could to hide her growing belly. She struggled to pull her pants up before she heard a loud rip in the back. "My ass too? Oh god... I'm huge..." Haley cried. Her belly now stuck out over 6 inches. With her large belly and ever expanding breasts, she looked like an expecting mother with plenty to feed her baby. Her bra finally snapped, letting her mammaries free. They rapidly filled the new space in celebration. She grabbed her boobs, feeling her blue nipples pointing out prominently. Her shirt, snapped back up over her belly, only getting caught on her boobs. Her shorts, now unable to contain her basketball sized ass cheeks began to rip at the sides. Her thighs began to also fill, pushing her stance further apart. Unsure of what to do anymore, Haley began feeling herself all over her body. She reached down and touched her huge ass, feeling each cheek slowly growing out of her reach. She tried to reach the end of her belly, but its size and her tits, made her unable to reach its end. Her belly now more closely resembled an indigo exercise ball with a deep naval. Her tits were being pushed by her body until they reached her chin. Her view was now blocked by a sea of azure cleavage. Her tank top, which had become more of a sports bra on her large body, finally snapped off. Her thighs had spread so much that she could hardly stand. Her back was beginning to round out and assimilate with her butt. Much to her relief, her shorts exploded off of her, leaving Haley totally naked. Haley, feeling so scared, began to cry. Even her tears ran blue. Her navy tears hit her lips and she recognized the flavor, blueberry. "I'm filling with blueberry juice! From that stuff!" she realized, not that it made any difference now. Her arms began to fill with juice and, much like her legs, began to stick out from her body. Her body began engulfing each of her limbs. Her legs first then her arms. Haley could slowly feel her lower body beginning to touch the ground as her legs could no longer hold her up. Haley then felt her upper body touch her neck, much like how her breasts had. She was full. But the drugs weren't quite done. The pressure continued to build all over. Her nipples created a small stream as her body desperately tried to get the juice out of her. But it didn't help. She continued to fill, her body becoming drum tight. She closed her eyes, preparing for explosion. The explosion made her ears ring and she screamed loudly. She opened her eyes. Her friends were all around her. Haley was laying, uninflated, on the dirt. "Are you okay, Haley? You've been laying here screaming and crying for about twenty minutes..." Bridgette asked, gently grabbing her hand. "It was hilarious. I wish I would have recorded it" Stephen said, joking in his usual fashion. "I'm fine... I guess..." Haley said, tripping over each word. Her heart was still pounding and her ears were still ringing. "Alright, I guess I know that drug is definitely bad news..." Levi said, trying to get Haley to smile. "Yeah... It's a hell of a drug..." she giggled.

40389

bath, floating, helium, relaxation, self inflation

Female Inflation

Breast Inflation

None

4.6

10

The warm waters of the bath washed over Lily as she sank down. Her aching muscles relaxed, strained from the day's arduous work. The screaming faces of angry managers were stuck in her mind alongside snide and sarcastic customers. She wanted to quit her job, to drift away from it entirely, but she needed the pay. Tuition didn't pay itself. Shaking her head, she tried to relax in the bath, but she couldn't seem to just forget the days worries. No. She could. Closed eyes, deep breaths. She knew what to do. The process was easy to start, all it took was a thought and a desire. The tingles came first, traveling up and down her body. A promise of what was to come. Her only response was a sigh as the feeling settled in her chest. Her nipples throbbed, desire building and building. Lily had always assumed that was the fuel to her ability. Desire, filling her up and up. It always started the same way once the tingles settled. Hiss. Lily could feel the gas gathering in her chest, swirling against her skin. It teased her, made her squirm in anticipation before her skin suddenly gave. She could see her breasts jump outwards, filled by desire made manifest. Her hands grabbed her nipples as she grew. Lily knew there was only so much time before her size would make this mundane task impossible. She pinched and squeezed, reveling in her increasing size and sensitivity. The waters of the bath seemed to push her ballooning chest up like buoys, forcing her to bend her knees so she could comfortably float on her back. Hiss. She kept growing, no, inflating, surpassing sizes found by those with logic and reason. Lily did not care for such things now, only how marvelous her breasts felt. They squeaked as they inflated into her arms, hands still firmly planted on her nipples. She looked as if she was holding onto her breasts, a girl held adrift by her body. Almost there, she thought, as she felt the air itself begin pushing against her. Every gentle breeze, every tiny wave in the tub's water teased her stretching skin like a delicate massage. Lily could not help but gasp and moan as she kept growing. Hiss. Her arms now began to tire as her breasts outgrew her reach. She wanted to savor the feelings of her stimulated nipples for just a little longer, but soon physics took over. As Lily lost her grip, her arms falling to either side of her, her breasts sprang forth unabated. Their shape was spherical, evenly inflated with the gas. Her nipples reached to the ceiling as her body felt on the cusp of buoyancy. Gentle breezes in the air were now raging gusts trying to lift her away, and she barely seemed to rest upon the water's surface. Hiss. With one more puff into her buoyant blimps, Lily felt open air replace the touch of water on her back. She closed her eyes, focusing entirely on the feeling of being a balloon, of being lighter than the air itself. Her breasts carried her up and up, their circumference hiding her upper body from view. Had she been caring to look, she would have seen a valley of pale cleavage, goosebumps perforating the surface of her inflated blimps. Still Lily rose up, her feet leaving the water with a gentle splash. The room was silent now, her previous moans of lust replaced by a reverent silence. With a gentle boing, her balloons bumped and settled against the ceiling above her tub. Lily opened her eyes, taking in the sight from the air. Below her, she saw her bath, now forgotten and unusable by a balloon like her. Yes, that's what she was like this. A balloon, drifting from her cares in the world. Everything else was so small now compared to the pleasure she felt, simply floating with her breasts. Smiling to herself, Lily rested her head against her breasts and sighed. Perhaps a proper vacation from work was in order.

29138

first person, Muse, tank

Female Inflation

Belly Inflation, Butt Inflation, Full Body Inflation

None

4.5

16

The story of how I got here is kind of a crazy one, but I've talked about it before. Those of you who are curious about my backstory can find it easily enough, I'm sure. Without having to slow down to go into too much detail, I'll just say that I've ended up as a sort-of hire-on for a metaphysical idea agency, helping potential artists come to those first thoughts that spark creativity for future works. Okay, that's a little too broad. Suffice to say, the old Muses, that is, the spirits of inspiration so sought after by the ancient Greeks and Romans, are still around and doing their jobs. While they mostly take the forms of dreams or "random" thoughts or fortune cookie papers, sometimes they want to get a little more hands-on in their approach, and they appear directly before the creators they are meant to inspire. That's where I come in. You see, the Muses are by and large female (sometimes both bi and large, as well), and once in a while it comes to pass that a certain mind is deemed to be better influenced by a male apparition instead of a female one. In those cases, I'm told that men get subcontracted in to appear in spirit to these creators. I haven't met any others, but apparently it's not all that uncommon, and tradition is really the only thing that keeps the Muses from branching out into a fully co-ed service. Not that I'm complaining! Of course, part of what got me pressed into service is the particularly small niche that my creativity seemed to blossom in: inflation fantasy. I know, it's weird and downright perverse to a lot of people, but as long as it's imaginary and nobody gets hurt... The thought of being able to help budding authors come to grips with the idea of blowing up filled me with an erotic thrill, and I couldn't refuse the offer when it had come to me. Until just now, I'd never actually been called upon in any capacity. I have to say, I'd expected better preparation. I had been settling down for a longish night of gaming in front of my computer screen when I heard a peculiar, faint noise coming from behind me. The singular harmonics of this sound, a low hiss of gas escaping from a hose, reached deep down inside me and triggered memories that I had thought had only appeared in my imagination. It all came flooding back to me: Auria, the elastic-bodied Muse who had appeared to me and unlimbered my mind as well as my libido. Given the events of the previous times I had seen her, I had to take a deep breath before swivelling my chair around. She was as I'd seen her before, clad in a voluminous white toga, her dark hair held back by a sort of wreath or tiara of greenery. She was sitting on my bed with her legs crossed, with a gas canister standing on the floor beside her. "Good to see I've got your attention," she smiled. I tried to play it a little more coolly than before, but the sudden appearance of one's sexual fantasy in one's bedroom has a bad effect on attempts to be suave. "I didn't think I merited another visit from you. Not after last time." She shrugged, one dusky shoulder popping from the folds of her robe briefly. "Don't you worry about last time. In fact, that's why I'm here." That was a little worrisome. The previous time we'd met, Auria had used me to try to get another Muse into her line of work, but the new girl had had a chip on her shoulder even larger than the belly she had ended up sporting. I hadn't seen either of them since... except in my deepest fantasies, where Auria's globular body pressed down on me harder and harder as she filled with an obscene amount of mystical gas. But, despite the mindblowing sex, the danger of the situation was something of a turnoff to me, and I had counted my blessings in not having to repeat the experience. Still, there had been something more to her visit than just getting me to write. "Do you remember that little job offer I gave you?" "To do your job for you and help other writers think up balloon sex? Doesn't ring any bells." She laughed. "Yes, that's the one. Let's just say your time has come." "What, right now?" Auria smiled again and tossed me something bulky and white. "Sure. Here, put this on." I clumsily unfolded the object, which eventually turned out to be a set of togs similar to hers, a toga complete with a little golden leaf-pattern circlet and a pair of leather sandals. "Seriously? Just like that? What if I have things to do tonight?" She responded with a mocking smile "Okay, there are a few things wrong with that. First, I know you're not doing anything. XCom is just going to have to save the world without you. Second, you'll be gone for no time at all. This is more of a spiritual journey." I frowned. "Wait, so I'm not actually going anywhere?" "Right. We'll just borrow your intelligence and have an astral projection to where you need to be. It'll feel real, but you'll be right here the entire time, and when you're done you'll come back to this place." "So why make me wear this stuff? Can't you just, I don't know, spirit these clothes onto me if I'm not really going to be there?" "It's easier for you to believe you're wearing something if you're actually wearing it. Stop making this so hard!" I sat down on the bed beside her and began undoing my pants. "I could say the same to you--" I began in my smoothest voice (which, admittedly, isn't all that smooth), but she laughed and slapped my shoulder. "Save it for the client, Casanova. Maybe if you're still up for it later there will be time for fun, but there's a task at hand." "Yeah, okay, about that. I don't know the first thing about actually doing what it is you expect me to do." Auria gave me an appraising look. "Good, you're asking questions. Don't worry, you're not going to go in completely without answers. Let's get you suited up first." After some confusing moments with the toga, I was dressed as well as could be expected for a 21st-century guy in a zeroth-century outfit. "All right, now what?" She tugged at my toga to straighten an errant fold, then smiled. "Now, I teach you." The walls faded to insubstantial shadows--or maybe we did while the walls stayed the same--and things changed. After what felt like several hours, I appeared in the bedroom of a woman that would be my first human demonstration of power. She had an empty text document open before her while she toyed with a lock of her brown hair. From the way she kept opening her email, checking Facebook, and all the other little time-passing tricks, I guessed that she'd been in this posture for a while. I'd been there myself, telling myself that I was going to write and frittering the time away with meaningless checkups, until ultimately having to resign that night's effort was for nothing. Well, hopefully this night would be something different. I cleared my throat softly from across the room while allowing myself to fade slightly into visibility. I'd been given a small suite of mythic powers for my deputy-Muse duties, including teleportation, invisibility, and elasticity, as well as the ability to pass these powers on as need be. When the woman didn't react, I said "Ahem" slightly louder. I didn't want to completely freak her out right off that bat, but can you really expect to know how people will react when being granted a divine visitation? She reacted far more quickly than I would have thought. Her head snapped around, and within an instant an empty tea bottle that had been on her desk whirred through my head and smashed into the wall behind me. Good thing I'd remained incorporeal at the time, or else that surely would have done some damage... and being knocked out within the first minute of my first Musing mission would have gone very poorly for me. That didn't stop me from flinching and flailing stupidly for a moment before recovering my senses. Already the woman already had a second bottle in her hand, waiting to strike, but my ghostlike shimmer was causing some confusion. "What... What are you?" she asked, eyes narrowed. "I'm glad you asked," I said. I'd had something rehearsed for this situation, but at the necessary moment, the words escaped and I just went with my gut. I hefted my standard-issue air canister in one hand and pointed towards her computer screen with the other. "In a nutshell, I'm here to help you get into the mindset you need to create what you want to create." She sat bolt upright and flushed. "I-I don't know what you're talking about!" she stammered. In response, I approached her slowly and took a seat on her bed near her--comfortably out of reach, but close enough for a companionable chat. "Do I need to type in some web addresses? See if you have accounts on a site or two? Maybe browse your favorites list on that secondary DeviantArt account you keep, just to yourself?" I was only guessing here, but some of that struck a chord with the woman, and she ran a hand through her hair and gulped nervously. "Do you mean... You're here to...?" "I'm here because you want to write about what it's like to be big. Very big. And I'm here to let you feel what it is you'll be writing." She cleared her throat once, twice, before casting a longing glance at the canister I held. "You're here for me? Why?" I smiled and leaned back. I knew she would be willing; she just had to know that it was fantasy. "Because some ideas need a kick to get going. Think of me as your Muse."She kept looking from me to the canister as I explained the basic function of the Muse. At least, as well as I understood it, both from what I already knew and from the brief introductory course I had undergone in Auria's realm. Was what we did really real? It certainly felt real, which could be all the argument one needed from a subjective sort of view. Being a semi-mythological being tended to give one a very pointed opinion on the Plato's Cave metaphor, I'd noticed. Suffice it to say, I left out the part about me not actually being a real Muse, but I did tell her that this would be a first time for both of us. Once the shock of the situation wore off, the woman seemed almost eager to try it, but held back. "You can blow me up. You can put me back, right? I'm not going to pop or be stuck like that, or anything?" "Not at all. This is going to be for you. You guide the experience. I'm just here to make it... a little less of a mental exercise." Almost hesitantly, she reached out to touch the canister, then me. "You're really here, and you can really do this, and you know that I want it." She took a deep breath, and her voice steadied. "Let's do it.""Perhaps you would like to change into something a little more comfortable before we get started?" I asked. She was wearing a pair of flannel pajama pants and a baggy T-shirt; suitable clothing for writing, I knew, but even with the slight elastic magic I could impart, they wouldn't hold up well. After a few minutes of indecision in the closet, she eventually emerged in a pair of slightly loose tan yoga pants and a men's white button-up shirt. "No underwear," she said, sitting on her bed, "but that's not going to be a problem, is it?" "Not for long," I agreed. "First, this might be personal, but how would you like to take your gas?" "Huh?" "I mean, where do you want it to go in? The body has a number of different entry points: mouth, belly button, er... lower..." I guestured. "Belly button," she answered hastily. "If you can use that, I'd like it." "All right," I said. "With the belly, the gas is going to naturally concentrate in your midsection. You'll be able to spread it about as you grow, of course, but if you don't keep an eye on it, you'll get pudgy pretty fast." "Are there differences between the different places?" she asked. Again, my Musing crash-course came to the rescue. "It turns out, yes. At least, in the mind of the inflatee--that's you--the body tends to expand more in a localized area about the gas's entry point. In the case of the mouth, it goes to the chest, the belly button, into the midsection..." "And if I wanted it up my ass, it would go straight there." She seemed a little amused by this logic. "Got it." However, instead of connecting the canister I had to her, I reached into the hammerspace (personal dimensional cache, for the uninitiated) I'd created under her bed and pulled out an old-timey bicycle pump. The hose was metallic and strong, though, and I reached under her shirt to plug the end into her belly button. I noticed that she was already quivering at my touch, and when the hose made its connection, she drew a sharp breath and gripped her bed tightly. "What's with the pump?" she asked. "Aren't you going to turn on the canister and let me blow up?" "There are two reasons why we're going to go with the bike pump," I explained. "First, we're going to take this very slowly, so you can get a clear mental image of what's happening at every step. This is so you can remember it for the future, right?" "Okay," she nodded. "And the other reason?" "Because you're not mystical, we've got to slowly pump you so that your body acclimates to having pressure inside of it." I was glad Auria had taught me a suitable metaphor for this, for I'd never had to see her do it. "The first time you inflate, your body doesn't know what to do. It's like you're a rubber balloon being blown up for the first time. The very first time you try to blow it up, there's a point where the rubber resists before it begins to stretch. Your body is going to do that, so by using the pump we avoid going too fast." "You said 'the first time'?" she asked. "Will this happen again?" "Nope. If you ever end up inflating magically again, your metaphysical 'skin' will already know that it should stretch, and so you only need to go through this once." "No," she said, "I mean, will you come and blow me up again after this?" There was a touch of breathlessness to her voice. "I don't know. I guess it depends on how well you take to this first lesson. Are you ready?" "Wait!" she said, her hands clamping down on her belly. At first I thought she was trying to pull the hose out of herself, but then I realized that she was unbuttoning her shirt and then rebuttoning it around the hose, so that it would stick out between a gap in the buttons instead of snaking underneath. "Oh, there's one more question before we start." I flicked a small switch on the pump a couple of times for emphasis. "Do you want to float, or not?" She paused. "You can make me float?" "Yup. Your choice, but you should decide before I start pumping anything into you. Do you want to be heavier than air or floaty?" Her eyes glazed over slightly, and she swallowed before answering. "I want to be a real balloon. Make me lighter." She lay back on the bed and arched her back, waiting. I nodded, set the pump accordingly, and pumped the first small burst of gas into her."I feel it!" she gasped, holding her hands over her belly, where the hose trailed between her shirt and into her body. "What's it like? Is it too hot? Too cold?" "N-No... It's good. I just... keep going!" "I'm asking because you need to know how to convey what you're feeling now. Give me a stream-of-thought while I'm pumping you up." I drew up on the handle and sent another slow wave of gas into her. "I feel my belly... it's tighter, kind of. The air's in me." She poked at her midsection, and ran her hands up and down her body. "I can feel the air under my hands. I can move it around a little..." Another pump, and she pushed a bubble up and down her side with her hand. "Guide that air into your body. Let it fill you up. You can send it into the other parts of your body if you want." With the next pump, she gently nudged a bubble up herself until it reached her breasts. "Oh! Now my breast is tighter, too, a little. The air's in there." I continued to pump her slowly, letting her push the bubbles to and fro across her midsection to end up in her breasts, her thighs, her buttocks. "Now, for the next few pumps, don't use your hands. Tell your body where it's going to get bigger, even as the gas is coming into it. All the while, keep telling me what you're feeling." "I can feel the gas in me... I don't feel bad. The air is under my skin, getting puffier. I feel tension, but my body isn't tense. I'm sending it into my breasts... They're larger now. I can feel them tugging on the shirt a little, when they weren't before. My pants are tighter. I know my ass is bigger, and I think my legs are thicker now?" "They are," I confirmed. "The gas is going to fill your available space before you start to stretch." She nodded and ran one hand under the waistband of her yoga pants feeling the resistance of the elastic before letting it snap down with a hollow donk. "That's new," she said. "It must be because I'm... emptier now. I have more room in me." I continued to pump, urging her to continue to describe the feelings she was having. When she did, her voice was huskier, breathier, as if the very act of describing what was happening was stirring her as much as the feelings of pressure within her. "The air's getting harder to move around without my hands," she reported. "It's going into my middle. I feel it getting tighter against my shirt, and my breasts aren't lying flat anymore." Sure enough, her shirt was beginning to put up some resistance against her swelling midsection, and now I could clearly see the hose where it entered her as her body tried to pull the shirt open. It was nowhere near straining yet, but she was noticeably bigger than before, in every way.Her pants clung to her swollen hips and thighs, the stretchy fabric easily taking in her growing lower body. Seeing the waistband slowly creeping down her rounding belly reminded me of watching Auria's body as she had swelled, but I knew this was different. For one thing, despite my own growing excitement, this inflation was far, far, slower, and it wasn't for my benefit. "Okay, now stop directing the gas. Let it go where it wants, but keep in mind what's happening to you." I slowed down the pumps, but tried to retain a smooth rhythm. "I... The air is bunching up in my midsection." She ran her hands over her newly-rounded body as she described each area. "It's not just my belly, but out to the sides, too. My waistband feels much tighter. My back... I can't feel the small of my back going in anymore. There's just my ass, oh god it's round and full, and then my skin curves out. My breasts are almost totally round now, and I'm starting to feel tight all over. "The air's in my belly, and I'm getting bigger, pushing against my clothes... No, that's not my clothes. My skin isn't pushing out any further, and I feel... just tighter. There isn't any more room for this air." She finally started to sound concerned, as she realized that I was showing no sign of relenting my slow pumping. "I'm filling up! No, I'm full! I'm full, you can stop!" She was hardly full. She was puffy, but she hadn't truly begun to stretch. But there was no way for her to know this; after all, she'd only ever imagined this could happen. I did stop pumping, though, and ran my hand over her inflated body. She moaned slightly at my touch, then grabbed my hand. "Thank you for showing me this. I feel so much bigger." Her belly pushed against her shirt, and now a band of her skin was visible between the bottom of her shirt and the waistband of her pants as the it rode up her body. I pressed down on her belly, causing her to squeal while the gas within her was pushed to her extremities. "You remember what I said about the balloon, right? You aren't inflating yet. Your body's still pushing back before you can expand." I pulled my hand free of hers and disconnected the hose from the bicycle pump, then connected the same hose, still planted in her belly, to the the gas canister. "No," she whispered. "You promised I wouldn't pop. You--" I turned the wheel on the canister, letting a slow but steady flow of bouyant gas into her. Without having to manually pump her up, I could help her more directly, and I took her hands again, holding them against her belly. "You're not going to pop. You're going to get bigger. Repeat that with me." "I'm not going to p-p-pop... I'm g-going to get b-b-bigger..." she stumbled, as the gas continued to well up within her body. "You aren't even floating yet. You're nowhere near big enough to pop." "I still n-need to float... Not gonna pop..." She closed her eyes and shivered as the pressure continued to mount. Her belly groaned, and her breasts quivered, but her skin remained smooth and unblemished. After just a few more seconds of this buildup (which must have felt like an eternity to her), her body began to swell again, her belly forcing its way to stretch her shirt as far as it could even as her butt and legs grew even larger. A familiar low-pitched whooshing noise filled the room: the sound of a helium balloon beginning to inflate, but magnified and much, much deeper. Her eyes snapped open, and she cried out once. "I'm growing again! My body..." I ran her hands over her belly and hips, caressing them with my own hands. "Now you're starting to swell up. Your body's reached that point where it stops resisting, and now you're expanding for real." "Oh... It was so powerful," she groaned. "And you say I never have to go through that again?" "Well, not from Muses," I admitted. "That might be a shame," she said. "I think... I came a little, right at the end there." "I wouldn't be surprised," I said, "but there's still time." Still, that frank admission of release was new to me. I did let my hands wander over her lower body for a few seconds as the gas continue to work its way inside her. Her newly-rounded hips and thighs were still soft and smooth, and the yoga pants cling gamely to her new curves along her rear and across her groin, which was beginning to push outwards as her lower torso met her belly. "Help me up," she said. "I want to see myself." I pulled her upright and helped her stand, where she took a pose in front of the full-length mirror in her room. Her breasts bobbled up beneath her shirt, and she grinned. "See? Parts of me are lighter already." She hopped up and down slightly, watching her breasts bounce while her midsection shimmied slightly. Her shirt was stretched tight across her body now, both as her breasts and her belly continued to grow within it. The lower part of her shirt in particular was strained across her midsection as she swelled out to the sides and back, but the buttons were hanging in there, keeping the garment closed. "Tell me what you're feeling." I said, getting her back on track. She stared at herself in the mirror for a moment longer, then wrapped her arms about herself. "That tightness from before is gone, but I feel pressure on my waist, and around my chest. My skin feels more sensitive, I think because I'm actually stretching now. I feel... bigger, but not clumsier or slower." "That pressure's probably just your clothing," I said, trailing a finger around the waistline of her amazingly stretchy pants and then tapping her shirt. "You're still getting going to bigger, if you want to." "Of course I want to!" she sighed. "You couldn't stop me now, could you? Not after what happened on the bed? And, besides, you said I could fly!" "I said you could float. If you think you're getting out of this room, you're crazy." "Crazy enough to find this incredibly stirring. But, you knew that, right? You wouldn't even have come to do to this to me if I didn't." "Uh... Let's get back to focusing on your impressions. Remember how this all feels, as your body fills." She sighed and closed her eyes, crossing her arms under her breasts and letting them rest on the new pillow of her belly. "Right now... I feel like things are slowing down. I know I'm still getting bigger, but the pressure and the tension are subsiding. I still feel a fullness, but my skin feels softer, not as severe as before." "Okay, you're entering a safe stretch," I said, drawing on the specialized vocabulary Auria had drilled into me. "Pun intended?" She cocked her head, brown hair spilling onto her shoulder. "Very much so, more's the pity. But what I mean is now that your body's begun to expand, you've passed a safe milestone and you can relax for a bit." "I don't want to relax! I want to feel a thrill! I want to float!" She bobbed on her toes again, and her breasts almost broke free from the shirt now. "Don't tell me that this gets actually dull once I start getting big!" "Hardly!" I said, with all the experience of having watched this being done a mere two times. "We're taking it slow because this is your first time, remember? At this point in most fantasies, the inflation actually increases until something happens." "That's the problem," she said. "My fantasy involves getting bigger, faster. I want to feel that pressure again. I want dramatic change!" "Careful," I said. "Don't get all adrenaline junkie on me now. Besides, from the looks of things you're about to cross another line fairly soon." "Is it taking these constrictive clothes off?" She leaned forward and squeezed her breasts between her arms, causing them to strain at the already-stricken shirt enough that a button popped loose. "Oh!" she gasped, "That felt... liberating. Being able to break free, that sudden release... It's kind of like that first stretch again." "At least, in the stories, that's how it goes, right?" I nodded. "The clothing has to come off sometime. If you want, I can take it off for you, or..." "No! I want to bust out of them." She sat back on the bed. "How long is it going to take?" "Well, you're already pretty big. But usually the growth is faster at this point. I could turn up the pressure..." "Yes!" she exclaimed, almost hungrily. "In return, though, you need to get back into the zone. Remember what's happening. Relax, and feel your body swelling." She lay back down on the bed, the new curves of her body resting comfortably. The waistband of her yoga pants, still being driven downwards as her belly and sides grew, gave her the impression of a comparative waist, and her hips, ass, and thighs flared out cartoonishly below it. Above, the shirt was taut against her belly and sides, and an escaping glimpse of breast peeked from the broken button near the top. "I feel... tight, but not dangerously so. I'm constrained, and I can get bigger if I can get free." "How's your skin?" I asked, tapping the rising crown of her belly with a finger. Even lying down, her body was a good yard high. "Still... Mmm... Soft and sensitive. Do that again." I obliged, and she laughed at the dull bwom sound that resonated through her. "All right. I'm going to turn it up. Get ready." She bit her lip and nodded. I opened the valve on the canister a bit more, increasing the gas's flow into her. She sighed contentedly and rubbed at her belly. Soon she began to rub herself faster and faster. "The pressure's building again..." she said. "I can still be bigger, but first... I've got to get out of this!" Her breasts burst forth, popping two buttons at once with a staccato ripping sound. She gasped with pleasure as her flesh heaved to, straining against her shirt. The rising swell of her was getting visibly larger, pushing at the final few threads keeping her from being free. "It's tight... but I can be bigger." she whispered. Sure enough, the shirt finally gave in, the buttons tearing off one after another as she lay, a triumphant mound of woman in her tan stretch pants and the remains of a white shirt. "What about the pants?" I asked. "Can I get them off?" she panted. "I can't see." The curve of her oversized belly was preventing her from seeing below her waist, where the spandex seemed laminated to every curve of her lower half. "I don't know," I said. "Whichever brand you bought, you really picked a winner." "Just get them off of me," she said. "I want to be free to grow, and they're so tight..." Even as her body continued to blow up with the increased gas flow, I knew that ripping these pants might be more trouble than it was worth, so I climbed on top of her bed and straddled her legs. I found a handhold on either side of her massively flaring hips and tugged downwards, but the swell of her immense rear kept me from pulling them off. "I need to flip you over to do this," I said, and slowly rolled her onto her side and then onto her front. She bit her lip and grunted as she took her weight on the gas-filled pillow of her belly, and the globes of her now-immense rear rose up before me. I hooked my thumbs into her waistband on either side, then hauled her towards me, shoving against her to pull her pants down. Every inch of the clothing's movement was accompanied by her swelling ass pressing closer and closer to me, as her own body pressure worked to help me peel the pants away from what was becoming a smooth expanse of cheek and thigh. At one spot, the flare of her hips was even wider than her waist had been, and I struggled with the stubborn clothing. How had this thing stayed intact? My tugging had had a second effect on her, however. As I pulled, she rocked back and forth on her stomach, and when I began to work her faster, she gasped and tried to slip a hand down below her belly, but was unable to reach. She contented herself with playing with her sides, running her fingers along her hips and across as much of her rear as she could manage. "This feels so good," she moaned. "The pressure is sliding down my legs, and I can feel my ass growing again, now that it's out of there." Her cheeks were expanding more rapidly, taking on gas and forcing her thighs to press against each other tightly as the pants held her legs together around her knees. I was going to make another go at pulling, but she waived a hand for me to stop. "Leave it there. I like the way my thighs are mashing together, against each other and into my crotch. It just feels so... electric." I rolled her over again and pulled her into a sitting position, her hugely inflated belly riding against her swollen thighs, her bottom another pair of exaggetated curves below that. Her back was bulging out behind her head, rounding out her entire upper body. Obviously her front was stretched out much more than her back, but she was thicker all around, and her waist was rapidly becoming more of an equator to envelop her hips. "Keep thinking about how it feels." I said. "Is there anything else I can do?" Instead of responding directly, she closed her eyes and nodded, driving her chin between her massive breasts and setting them to bouncing. Her hands remained busily stroking at the sides of her immense body, and she seemed to be shaking with excitement. After a few moments of this, her body still slowly inflating, she looked over to me and smiled. "I feel lighter. The sense of pressure on my ass is getting less, even though I know it's still getting bigger, and I know why. It's because I don't weigh as much!" I nodded. "You're starting to float." "I'm starting to float." She sighed and leaned forward as much as she could, pressing against her belly and holding herself tightly. "Hurry. Speed it up. I want this so bad right now." I gave the canister another twist, and the rate of flow into her increased once more. "Yessss..." she hissed, and she began to slowly rock against herself. Each time she pulled back, her belly was slightly larger, further restricting her movements. "I can feel it," she whispered. "There's so little weight to me. It's just this incredible feeling of fullness and my skin is so sensitive." I placed my hand on her belly, near the hose, and she shuddered with pleasure. Her voice was low and fast, almost like a mantra or a woman in a dream. "I'm going to float. It's coming. I feel it in the pit of my stomach, like when you're going up a roller coaster and about to drop. It's building up so much inside me and I just can't stand it and--" Her belly began to waver, and she slowly rose up off the bed. She gasped and lay backwards, twisting her hips as her rear lost contact with the sheets. Her calves and knees were still effectively held fast by her pants, and her hugely bulging thighs ground together, the globes of her ass working against each other. Her feet trailed against the bed for a moment, for she was obviously being lifted by her belly and her legs were still the heaviest part of her, but in a moment even they had risen up off the bed and she was rising up into the air. I caught her by the ankles and towed her more towards the center of the room, then tugged her downwards and took a hold of the hose. She rolled in the air to face downwards, tethered by the hose to the canister, her almost spherical belly and torso meeting with her hips and ass in a series of smooth, flawless orbs. "I'm floating... I'm floating..." she moaned, her head back and her face flushed. She seemed lost in the throes of passion, and from the way she had been waiting for this very moment, I wasn't surprised. I teased my other hand along the curve of her belly, out of her reach, starting between her breasts and tracing down to the hose, then further along to where her thighs pressed in a firm grip of inflated flesh. Somewhere between them, her body must have been swollen mightily as well, but with her pants forcing her legs tightly together by her knees, there must have been an incredible amount of pressure there between the inflation of her thighs, her belly, and her groin. For a moment I considered thrusting my hand up and finding the spot that was giving her so much pleasure as her body pressed itself into her more delicate areas. But, no. Unless she asked, I wouldn't take liberty with her like that. After all, this was to be her fantasy, and she could stimulate herself all she liked. With her mind, at least, since she obviously couldn't reach there with arms. Eventually, even the thrill of floating must have worn down slightly, and she tapped against her belly with one hand to create a series of kettle-drum booms. "Stop," she commanded. "Turn it off. I... I'm big enough now." "Are you sure?" I asked, squeezing a breast slightly. "There's still some give in your body. You could be bigger." Still, I stopped fondling her long enough to turn off the flow of gas, but kept holding on to the hose. "Yeah," she replied. "It felt... feels so amazing, but I don't want to strain myself. Being big and soft is better than drum-tight, I think." She sighed, laying her head down on the curve of her body, and let her arms dangle. "I'm finally a balloon, and it's so good. I can't get lost in it." Funnily enough, I hadn't had that degree of self-control in my first inflation session with the Muses, and I hadn't even been the one blowing up. I was impressed by her "What are you thinking of?" I asked, tugging on the hose to let her bob in the air. She giggled slightly. "I have to put this into words. I know that I was probably repeating myself a lot while it was happening, and I need to do better than that to make it worth reading." "You'd be surprised," I said. "An honest, natural-sounding voice is much more immersive than a thesaurus for 'big.' Just stay away from fruit and sporting goods and I think you'll do okay." "I'm still not quite over it. It really happened. I'm so huge, and round, and it all really happened." "Try to remember that." I reassured her. "It's going to feel like a dream later. A fantastic dream, and you'll tell yourself that it was impossible. But, hold on to how you feel, dream or not, and keep it in your mind." I set the gas canister to its last setting--a harmless anesthetic-- and let it slowly feed into her, so slowly that its passage was silent. Within a few short moments, she fell asleep even as she grew a tiny bit bigger, lolling in the air as contentedly as a cloud given feminine form. It was a fairly quick task to guide her over to the bed and gently deflate her, using the hose's valve to magically suck every trace of the gases from her body. I repaired her shirt with a touch and tossed it into the closet, but left her pants around her knees and covered her with her blanket. Even though she had changed her clothes, the restored shirt would contradict her memory of the event, giving the whole experience an even more dreamlike feel when she woke up. I gave the room one more look and set everything back to the way I remembered it being when I first arrived, then said the spell to take me back to the etherial plane where the Muses made their home."A good first run," Auria said when I returned to the cloud-enveiled room that she had made her office. "Very polite, very professional." "It helped that she didn't want me to be really dominating during the whole thing," I said. "I'm not sure I could have gotten into that." "The point isn't for you to get into it," she replied harshly. "It's for her, and you'll do as she likes. That's the point. Still, though, it's nice that you enjoyed it." "I did," I agreed, "though I'm not sure I have it in me to do it very often." "Maybe you won't need to," Auria said. "We'll watch how this takes hold in her creative centers and keep an eye on her output. You may have just done something very special for one person, or maybe it'll spark something that gives pleasure to a lot more than just her. That's the thrill of this job, the potential of making your simple actions for one mind ripple outwards to reach many more. Now change back into your own clothing and I'll send you home." I smiled and did so. When I was done, Auria made a note in the file she was reading and shut the folder, which then flew into an open file cabinet and neatly alphabetized itself under "I" (it was a fairly large section, I noticed). "There is one more thing I should mention," she said. "This isn't the sort of thing we Muses had to deal with when we first started out, so I can see why it's a rookie mistake." "What's that?" I asked. "I thought everything went fairly well." "Oh, it did," she said with a smile, waving her hands to cause a cloud to form around me to take me back. "But, in the future, make sure anyone you visit has her webcam off before you appear to her." She winked and snapped her fingers, and everything went black.

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Female Inflation

Belly Inflation, Breast Inflation, Hourglass Inflation

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It was another slow day at the Meadows Kennel and Grooming facility. Tiffany, the new twenty-four year old dog groomer, only had four animals to groom and would probably be able to go home early. Tiffany had long brown hair (which she kept in a ponytail), and vivid green eyes. She was about 5' 7'', had a pretty face, and had a curvy body. Tiffany also had no reservations about showing off her body, because it often meant larger tips. Today she was wearing a tight white T-shirt that revealed her busty figure, as well as a tight pair of faded jeans. She was single, so any extra money she could get was worthwhile. She was the only person back in grooming today, and there was only one person working back in kennel. The kennel worker was a young man of twenty, named Vincent. Vincent was a good-looking kid, 6'1'', athletic, and seemed to have a lot going for him. Unfortunately, he was not very good with women and always felt awkward around girls he liked. With Tiffany it was no different. He often had trouble speaking near her and even had a hard time making eye contact. What Vincent didn't know was that Tiffany liked him and had flirted with him on several occasions. Vincent had finished walking most of the dogs back in kennel, and was looking for things to do. Suddenly, there was a page over the P.A. system. "Hey Vince. Could you come back here and give me a hand with this grooming dog?" Vincent walked over to the receiver and responded, "Yeah. Sure." He made his was through the lobby and into grooming. When he reached the grooming room, he saw Tiffany and the dog she apparently needed help with. The dog couldn't have weighed more than thirty pounds. "Somehow I thought the dog would be a little larger." Vincent said. Tiffany just laughed. "Yeah. I was just getting bored and wanted somebody to talk to, plus I know how much you like corgis ( author's note: a corgi is a type of dog). You busy back in kennel?" Vincent stirred a little bit. "No, it's actually pretty light back there today." Tiffany lifted the small dog on the table and began to groom it. The dog seemed to almost enjoy being groomed, a rarity indeed. Tiffany decided to keep the conversation going. "So I've been here almost a month now and we've never really talked that much. Tell me about yourself. You have a girlfriend?" Vincent blushed a little bit, "No, not right now. I've been looking though." "Maybe you haven't been looking hard enough. Someone like you should have no problem getting a girl." She continued brushing and clipping the corgi's fur. She came across an area that didn't seem clean. "Crap! That lazy bather. She didn't get all the poop out of Peanut's (the dogs name) fur. Now I have to go bathe it again." Tiffany smiled and winked at Vincent. "Help me bathe this dog; you never know it could be vicious." Vincent followed Tiffany into the bathing room. It was a relatively small room with an area of tiles where the dogs were bathed. There were also several cages around the perimeter of the room where the dogs were kept until they were dry enough to be groomed. Tiffany walked over to the tile area, grabbed the hose and began to bathe the dog. Once again the dog seemed to like this. This was one happy dog. Tiffany continued to talk to Vincent as she bathed Peanut. "So tell me Vince, what do you look for in a girl?" Vincent was visibly nervous now. He had a crush on Tiffany, and physically she was his dream girl. He didn't want to just describe her, fearing she might catch on. He decided to stall for time. "What do you mean?" "I mean like what sort of features do you like on a girl? Like what color hair." Vincent replied, "Dark hair, preferably long." "Do you like taller or shorter girls?" Vincent was sweating a little now, "It doesn't really matter to me, as long as they are shorter than me." Tiffany knew Vincent was getting distressed, so she decided to give him a bit of a breather before her big finale. She was determined to let him know that she liked him too. By now, she had finished washing the dog and just had to dry it. She placed the dog on the drying table and reached for the dryer to turn it on. The dryer resembled a vacuum cleaner in a way. It was about a foot-long cylinder (with about a 6-inch diameter) with a hose that attached to the front of the machine. The hose was about five feet long and had a nozzle like that of a fire hose which served to focus the blast of air so the dog could be dried a lot more quickly. The dryer scared the dog badly and it began to attempt to run away. This was to no avail though, because the dog had been leashed and tied to a hook. Tiffany and Vincent stood there in silence for a few moments as she finished drying the dog. Finally she was done. "The little guy didn't enjoy that part of the groom so much" Tiffany said. She let Peanut off-lead and it bolted to the door, waiting to be let out of the bathing room. Tiffany decided to continue her inquisition. "Tell me Vince, do you like skinny girls, fat girls, or somewhere in the middle." Nervously, Vincent replied, "... I actually like a girl with curves, with kind of a voluptuous figure." Tiffany smiled. "So do you find me attractive?" Vincent was shocked. He had absolutely no idea what to say. Tiffany laughed. "It's ok. I think you're cute. You're just the nice guy I need to date for a change." She continued. "What do you think of my rack? Most guys seem to like it." Vincent looked at Tiffany's D-cup breasts tightly hugging her tight white T-shirt and uneasily said, "I would say they're perfect." Tiffany wryly smiled. "What if I told you that I could make them bigger?" Before Vincent had a chance to respond, Tiffany stuck the hose from the dryer in her mouth and switched the device on. Immediately the air rushed into her mouth, filling out her cheeks. "MMMmmph!!" was the only noise she could make. Vincent was surprised by how much this was turning him on, but all he could do was watch as Tiffany inflated. Tiffany's cheeks were now the size of cantaloupes and her chest began heaving out as a result of the air filling her up. Her already tight T-shirt began to rise as her breasts swelled. Tiffany's stomach became exposed as her shirt rose up to cover her swelling breasts. She steadily grew from D-cup to F-cup until she was at least a JJ-cup. Her breasts remained perky though because of the air she was pumping into herself. Right as it seemed her shirt couldn't hold anymore, the influx of air seemed to concentrate on her hips. Tiffany began filling out her already tight jeans. Her hips kept bulging until it seemed the seams of the jeans were ready to burst. Suddenly the button on her jeans popped off, firing across the room. Vincent kept staring at her beautiful figure. He liked curves, and this was certainly something she was excelling in at the moment. Tiffany was currently the epitome of an hourglass figure. Her incredibly tight shirt and jeans prevented any further inflation in those areas, but now her stomach began to fill up. It slowly bulged out, causing more stress on her jeans, but they still held on. Tiffany went from having a slight inflated pot-belly to looking like she was pregnant. As best she could, she grabbed Vincent's hand and made him feel her swelling stomach. She kept inflating for what seemed like hours, until her stomach was larger than a beach ball. Finally, it looked like she couldn't take anymore. She, with some difficulty, reached up and removed the hose from her mouth. Her puffed cheeks were the only part of her body to release air. She sexily looked at Vincent who was quivering from his excitement. "What do you think of my body now, after I showed you my talent?" Vincent was so turned on by the whole experience that he didn't know what to say. But it was clear to everyone in the room that he had enjoyed this a lot.

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floating, superhero

Female Inflation

Full Body Inflation

Clean

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"It's not going to work." "Come on out, I bet you look great," Lynn pleaded. I stepped out from behind the curtain where I had changed into my costume. Not my superheroine costume, my Halloween costume. Sigh. Lynn sat on the sofa waiting for me. She had her hiking booted feet propped up on the coffee table. Tight cargo shorts and a tight tank top with sunglasses pulled low on her nose and her now-dyed-brown hair back in a braid. She was practicing spinning her pistols in opposite directions. She looked up at me, "Whoa." "Yep, that's what I thought, forget it I'm staying home to eat ice cream-" "No way! You look amazing!" I looked down at myself; "This is what I get for shopping for a costume the day before Halloween, the leftovers." Lynn bounded to her feet, "You know why its leftover, because no one really has the body to wear that, so no one buys it. You, however, look mahvelous darling." I knew I was blushing and I hated it. I stared down my body. I had fishnet stockings on, which, combined with my height and the high heels I had on, made my legs look a mile long. Over the stockings, I had a very tight, very brief, bright pink one-piece with a puffy rabbit tail on the seat. Cuffs and a collar around my arms and neck and a pair of fluffy ears sticking straight up from my head finished my bunny outfit. I put my hands on my hips, "I actually feel less dressed than if I just walked out in lingerie." "At a sorority Halloween party I expect someone will," she nodded at my costume, "how much extra do you have in there?" "Room or gas?" She laughed, "Either." I pressed my hands flat on my midriff, "Not a spare centimeter of room in this outfit, I couldn't fit my costume under it, and only enough gas to give my powers a boost." It was true, I only had a couple of inches of pneumatic enhancement in my chest and below my waist, but I had managed to keep my tummy flat as a board. I grinned as I started to feel better about my appearance. "Do you have enough juice to get us down, or should we take the elevator?" I looked up at the skylight, two stories above us, open to the mild autumn evening and I held my arms out, "C'mon." Lynn holstered her pistols, grabbed onto me and I launched us into the air, soaring up out of the skylight onto the roof of our secret base. Then with Lynn clutching me for dear life, I leapt off the top of the abandoned water tower, dropping the nine stories or so to the ground, where I landed perfectly on my high heels. Setting my roommate on her feet, I pulled the remote control for our underground garage from my purse. Moments later, we were zipping along in my MG to a perfectly normal Halloween party. Hey I was a superheroine right? What could possibly go wrong? When we stepped onto the porch at Delta house the door opened, and my heart leapt into my throat. Standing on the porch, not two feet from me was the familiar magicienne's costume of Expandra. My right fist lashed out in a punch, catching her right on the point of her jaw, the supervillianess collapsing with one punch like a sack of potatoes. Lynn goggled at me, "Have you flipped?" I goggled back at my teammate, "But, she...bad!" I sputtered, "You weren't there for the fight with Expandra." Lynn giggled, "Okay slugger, but that's not Expandra, you just clobbered some cheerleader in a magicienne costume." "Aw hell," Oh boy, "But, she's...blonde." "And while I agree that's a perfectly good reason to deck someone, nevertheless you'll forgive me if I am relieved that I coloured my hair just in time." Lynn pulled the unconscious woman up and inside the partying sorority house, "Let's just hope she doesn't remember you when she comes to. C'mon, let's lose ourselves in the crowd." I looked at the unconscious girl as we left her slumped in a chair in the foyer, "Sorry." We pushed through the hallway to the large common rooms of the sorority house, packed with a large number of our fellow students doing the different things, drinking, talking, dancing and the like, that make up parties. By the punch bowl I got my second shock of the evening. Standing there, making small talk with a pirate, was an attractive, athletic young woman, wearing a white one-piece, black boots, a cape, mask and utility belt. "She's-" "Dressed like Airtankgirl," Lynn finished. "Look, there's another one too, ready for action," she pointed. I saw across the room there was another young woman dressed identically, except that what should have been her slim midriff bulged full and soft in her tight spandex costume, cinching her utility belt around her padded waist. "Oh my gosh," I breathed, "Does my costume make my hips look that big?" Lynn laughed, "Hang out here, I'll try and score us some snacks. Gangway, fridge Raider coming through!" Upstairs, unknown to the party below, three college girls sat more than a little drunkenly, huddled around the pentacle chalked on the floor of their darkened room. "Sisters, prepare yourselves...hic." "This is silly," one of them, a brunette in a black latex catsuit and corset, said. "Silence infidel," said their leader, a very attractive blonde dressed in a black one-piece that laced across her bust, and a pointy hat to indicate her witchiness. Below the curve of her ample bust, her belly swelled full and round in her costume, "C'mon Selene, you said you'd help, look, Diana's ready," She nodded at their third member, dressed in a Wonder Woman costume, but unlike the Amazonian superheroine, this Wonder Woman sported a midsection just as round and stuffed as her witchy friend. The plump Amazon giggled, patting her swollen belly, "Don't think I'll be able to fit in my invisible jet." The witch held out a pillow to Selene, who unfastened her corset, opened her latex bodysuit, and stuffed the pillow into it, zipping it up over her bulging waistline with difficulty. The trio of tipsy, fattened sorority girls chanted in made-up Latin and broken elfish and bad klingon and whatever else sounded right at the time. "Faelina, Demon of the Waistline, we summon you..." The witch knelt over the candles and the pentacle, her stuffed belly bulging over her bare thighs. When the candles blew out, there was still sufficient light from the streetlamps to illuminate the room, if imperfectly. "Uh, Tabitha," the bulging Amazon asked, "Did you blow out the candles?" Tabitha the witch was holding her arms out and mumbling mystical gibberish with her eyes closed. Her two friends watched her in amazement. Suddenly she stopped, opened her eyes and giggled at her friends, "What?" Selene sighed in relief, "Well you just looked so...intense, like you were really getting into it." The round witch giggled again, "It was just something I saw on 'Buffy'...huh," She interrupted herself, looking down. Her two friends lowered their gaze to follow hers. All three of them were staring at the bulging cleavage of Tabitha's bust, now straining against the laces of her costume. "Tabby...?" She put her hands against the sides of her now large breasts, "I feel funny," With an audible hiss, Tabitha's breasts began to swell, pumping up inside her costume, first straining, then bulging against the laces up her front. "Tabby what's happening to you, you're getting bigger!" Their inflating friend put her hands on the tops of her ballooning breasts, "Uh, I.... I'm blowing up!" Selene got clumsily to her feet, her pillow-stuffed belly in her way. She unzipped her latex bodysuit to pull the pillow out and slim herself down again, but when she did, the tight bodysuit spread open over the taut dome that was now her bulging belly. "Diane...look at me, I've become a blimp!" The bloated Wonder Woman pressed her hands on her fattened belly, knowing that her own body had bloated up full and round like her friends. Additionally she could feel the top of her costume growing tighter as her breasts began to swell with a hiss. "Oh we're blown up like balloons! We're getting so fat, its not possible, people don't just inflate like this! What's happening to us?" "Well, I should say I am." The three swelling sorority girls all stopped cold at the new voice. Cultured and feminine, yet also deep and menacing. Not human. In a fashion no human could ever perform, the newcomer was perched on the top of the back of one of the desk chairs, The beautiful young woman brushed her purple hair back from her face, over the two large, curving ram horns, and smiled a big friendly smile with a mouthful of teeth that looked like a cross between a Great White shark and a combine thresher. She stepped gracefully from her perch, her curvy, well-endowed figure, filling her tight, shiny purple bodysuit like an overripe fruit. Her pointed tail trailing along her high heels wasn't lost on her victims. "Baby, when you summon a creature such as myself, you should expect to blow up some. Really," She knelt in the center of them, pressing one hand on Samantha's full roundness, and one on Diane's blimped belly, while her tail pressed on Selene's swollen belly where it bulged out of her catsuit, "What did you expect was going to happen. Oh yes," she purred, "You three are getting nice and fat." While caressing the swollen girls, the demon's waistline bulged out noticeably in her tight purple outfit. Her sleek, shapely middle swelled into a soft round bulge. She stood, patting her bloated tummy, "Mmmm and apparently I'm going to get pretty full myself here if I'm not careful," She concentrated, her waist shrinking back down to her normal shapeliness. She patted her now flat tummy, "In due time." Faelina, the Demon of the Waistline stepped over the inflated girls and out into the rest of the world. By the time Lynn reached me with a plate of snacks she had to elbow through a circle of a half dozen men surrounding me, trapping me against the punch bowl. "Hiya!" I said brightly. Lynn looked at me, then at the guys around me, "Whew I'm glad I got here before you started drinking. Remember that last party where you had some punch before you could mention your allergy to alcohol, and you started vomiting and convulsing..." She grinned evilly as the male hunting pack slunk away for prey that was weak or injured. "Gee thanks, I didn't get you anything." Lynn pushed the plate of snacks at me, "Eat this, you shouldn't drink on an empty stomach, and you do happen to be one of the world's great lightweight drinkers. You get tipsy off vanilla." "I do not...hic." "Second, they were creeps. Third I did you a favor," She took me by the shoulders and aimed me at a couch where, reclining in street clothing with a big gift wrapped box next to him, was my favorite cabbie, Nick, "Now eat, it'll sober you up." "I don't think there's room for me and scooby snacks in this outfit," I complained, but ate anyway. It only seemed like a moment and then the plate was empty, and my head did feel clearer. I walked over to Nick and stood over him as he recognized me, his face lighting up. "Hi there." "Hi yourself," I pursed my lips and winked as I did when thinking, then pointed at the box, "I should beware you?" He grinned-oh, he had a good smile-and moved the box to the floor, opening a spot on the couch for me, and nodded, "Greeks bearing gifts, you're smart." I sat down next to him, "Yeah, I only look stupid." "I think you look great." We passed a lovely and terrifying ten minutes in small talk and flirting, which I won't bore anyone else with. Naturally since nothing in my life can be easy, the moment of mundanity evaporated with the audible, and familiar creak of tight clothing getting tighter. My clothing, in fact. Nick looked around, "What was that, it sounded like someone rubbing a balloon the wrong way?" I blushed, "Would you excuse me for a moment?" I stood up, feeling the extra fullness of my bottom as it stretched out my bunny costume. I got up and walked back into the partying crowd; very self-conscious of the extra inches I had spread out in my rear. I hope Nick didn't notice how wide I was when I left him. Searching for my roommate in the crowd I was jostled up against a lovely young woman, dressed in a magicienne's costume, I tried to avoid her, but the push of the crowd had us pressed against each other, chest to chest. "Uh, hi," I tried. She smiled back, "Hello." "Sorry about that, back there on the porch." She frowned, "Sorry, I don't follow?" "When I hit you? I thought you were someone else." Now she laughed, "I think you still do, no one has hit me since I got here," It was true, I couldn't see a bruise on her jaw, "And while I am looking for a bunny, you're a little larger than my little fella. So if you'll excuse me, I'm a little pressed for time, oof, and space." She worked away from me, and I emerged from the crowd to find Lynn near the salad tray feeding a carrot to a little gray rabbit. "Hey, its he just adorable?" Lynn said as the rabbit blinked at me. "We've got trouble." "Who'd you hit now?" "No, its me, I'm swelling." I watched Lynn look me over, and her confusion at finding nothing out of place, "Behind me," I sighed and turned to prove it. I heard her gasp along with an other creak of my costume as my bottom plumped out another couple of inches, "Manda, your butt is getting fat!" "Thanks faithful sidekick, c'mon help me get out of here so I can figure out what's going on." "Gandalf! Naughty bunny!" The magicienne I had just spoken to scooped up the rodent that Lynn had been feeding. While she petted the rabbit's head, I heard another creak of strained clothing, only this time it wasn't coming from me, it came from the magicienne as her hips spread out and filled out her costume. Looking at her face I could tell she was aware of it, "Uh, c'mon Gandalf, we need to get moving," She took off her top hat, dropped the rabbit in it, and set the whole thing on her head. I lunged forward, grabbing her wrist and twisting it into a lock. Lynn goggled at me, "What are you, just going to punch out everyone dressed-" "It's her! Its really Expandra!" The magicienne, stared at me for a moment, trapped by my hold on her, then her eyes narrowed, and a vicious smile showed on her full lips. "I even think you're going to use your powers and I'll break your arm, you actually do use them and I might rip it off." Expandra relaxed in my grasp, "Look Airtankgirl, I didn't come here to fight." "Who robs a sorority party?" I asked. "I'm not robbing the place, I'm contributing. I'm an alumni." "'K, I didn't see that coming," Lynn said. "It's true, my little sister Tabitha is a Delta, and I contribute to help their events. I probably paid for those canapés that your friend has been demolishing." "What?" Lynn mumbled through a mouthful of canapé. I hated to admit it, but I believed her. Expandra nodded at my hold on her, "If you could just manage not to break my arm, and maybe let the air out of me, I won't give you any trouble, I promise." I let go of her, she rubbed her wrist, "Thanks, now, my figure please?" "Huh?" She rubbed her wide, inflated hips, "Hello, I'm a little pumped up here. If you could just deflate me back to normal-" "Hang on, I thought you had pumped me up!" I half turned, displaying my inflated rear, bulging out of the seat of my costume. "So whatever is causing you two to swell up..." Lynn mused. "It isn't me!" Expandra and I said in unison. At that moment, something truly strange happened. I felt a small pressure inside me, and felt my stomach bulge outwards a few inches, my costume stretching tightly across my new tummy. I put my hands to my waist, hoping to tug my costume enough to give me a little extra breathing room. At exactly the same moment, both Expandra and Lynn, with little hisses of expansion and the creaks of tightening clothing, swelled up a few inches in the waist as well, both girls thumbing their tight waistbands in an effort to gain more room in their straining costumes. Lynn's gunbelt was drawn snug around her rounded middle while Expandra sleek costume was noticeably bulging in front against her cummerbund. She rubbed her fattened tummy thoughtfully. The truly strange thing was that half of the conversation in the party ceased instantly, as every woman present stopped talking and fiddled with the tightening waistbands of their costumes as the belly of every single female there bloated out a few inches at exactly the same time. "A...Airtankgirl?" Lynn recovered from almost using my name, looking down at herself, with her hands on her bulging middle, in exactly the same pose every woman there had simultaneously adopted. I looked across the room, my gaze stopping at the top of the stairs. I nudged Lynn and Expandra, who followed my eyes. The Demon was in the house. Somehow I knew that the lovely redhead with the voluptuous figure straining her tight purple outfit at every curve was the cause of our mass expansion. Of course the horns and tail sorta helped me figure it out as well. The Demon stepped past a college girl with short red hair dressed in a leopard print one-piece with ears and a tail. The leopard girl was prodding her stomach where it bulged against the white underbelly of her costume. As the Demon passed her, with a hissing and creaks her slightly swollen belly began to expand under her hands, her slender figure bloating and bulging in her costume. "Wha...what's happening to me?" "Josie...you're blowing up like a balloon!" Her waist was growing wide and round, while her breasts started to puff up, bulging up in the front of her costume. The spots of her leopard print one-piece were spreading further apart as her inflating body stretched the costume out wider and tighter. The Demon grinned, obviously enjoying the inflating woman's plight. Given the Demons' tight costume, it was impossible not to notice that her own flat belly was bulking up, puffing out. Belly Demon spread her talented fingers on the bulge of her own belly, sighing happily. The three of us stood watching for a moment, "So I suppose we have to take her?" Lynn asked. "Yep," I said. "I'm in," Expandra said. Lynn and I looked at her, "My sister's room is up those stairs," she explained to our questioning looks, "Besides," She patted the bulge in her shiny black briefs, "We better do something before she makes us any fatter." I looked over at our new ally, "I like the jacket," Expandra had added a short dinner jacket and a brief vest to give her a more traditional magicienne's costume. "Thanks, I didn't have anyplace to put my keys in my old costume." "Is it designer?" "Of course. Ramon over at 'A Shiner You', I have all my costumes done there." "Thanks for the tip, it's hard to find things that fit in our business." "And size." Lynn produced our masks from a pocket. I settled mine on, "I'm not pumped up enough," I said, "I need more air." Expandra looked around us at the crowd of men that were either ogling the shapely demon, or ogling their newly rounded girlfriends. She pulled her arms through the air as if gathering something invisible. All around us, partygoers were collapsing with a sigh, becoming unconsciousness as Expandra snatched the air from their lungs. Beside me, the beautiful and shapely, if slightly swollen currently, magicienne spread her long legs for better balance. Her bulging tummy swelled up in her briefs, the stretch satin creaking as it bulged with her inflating belly. Her bottom, puffed up full and round, plumping out around the seat of her briefs, her wide bottom filling and spreading out from her briefs like a thong. Her hips fattened up, stretching the briefs and stockings alike as she widened out. Expandra's breasts filled up her blouse, pushing, then straining, then bursting the buttons off her blouse as her chest overdeveloped, overfilling her black bra. Her breasts grew before her and out to her sides as well, tenting the too-small blouse where it was still tucked into her cummerbund. She waddled as her center of gravity shifted as she inflated. She cradled and patted her stomach as she grew rounder and fatter, "Ugh, something's wrong...I'm getting too big!" "Its the women...you're sucking in their inflated bellies, they're all getting skinny again!" Expandra grunted as her inflating belly pushed her hands apart on the shiny black expanse of her midsection, "Great, but I'm becoming a blimp here, if I get much fatter, I might not be much help. This is already the biggest I've ever been." "Expandra, hit me with your bloating attack!" The Demon was now totally engrossed with the three of us, forgetting the lesser mortals. She licked her lips as Expandra blimped up; the Demon's hips started spreading out wide and full, drawing the infernal material of her outfit tighter around her bulging curves. "I'll buy you some time," Bubbles said, taking a step towards the wide-hipped, tubby, demon. She jerked the two HK USPs out of her costumes holsters and leveled them at the demon. I was just opening my mouth to ask her what she planned on doing with those when the twin roar of the .40 cal pistols cut me off. A constant stream of empty shell casings flew from each pistol as she rapid fired the magazines dry. Knowing Lynn, I don't know what that surprised me. Then I suddenly felt my bunny costume tighten around me. I tried to look down at my belly as I felt it expanding, but my view was blocked my large fullness of my chest. Apparently my costume was so tight that it was forcing the air Expandra was pumping into me into paths of least resistance. My breasts bulged up hugely, my cleavage almost touching my chin. My hands shot behind me as my rear pumped up large and round, spreading my bottom out around the fluffy tail of my costume. Apparently I was spreading out and filling up up top and down below. My hips fattened up, growing wide and full, with my long legs plumpening and swelling up along their length, my fattening thighs pressed together as I inflated. Within the super-tight bunny suit, my belly bulged out some, a noticeable amount, but not enough to really mark me as fat, just a little bloated. I certainly didn't have the figure for this outfit anymore; oh my butt was getting so fat! On the plus side, I could feel my body grow stronger as well. Expandra was looking relieved as she lost volume to me. Her body was still bloated with air, her costume stretched comically over her swollen figure, but while still fat, she didn't look nearly as ungainly as she had a few moments ago. A silence as the slides on Lynn's pistols locked back. There was no measurable effect on the Demon from the gunfire, though the Demon's breasts seemed to be growing fuller and rounder as she watched me blow up to my heroic proportions. We all saw the clump of jacketed slugs stopped on her big pillowy chest. "Nice grouping," Expandra offered. The Demon lashed her tail around one wide hip, the point catching Lynn right in the navel. "Bubbles!" I shrieked, certain that the pointed tail would eviscerate her. Lynn gasped as the tail punctured her belly button, then, surprised, she whispered, "Oh thank heaven, it didn't hurt." The Demon put her hands on the bulge of her tummy and pressed down, the roundness of her belly flattening under her hands... ...While Lynn gasped again as her stomach bulged out roundly from under her top, and strained the waistband of her shorts... ...The talented fingers squeezed her fat hips down to their original luscious curves... ...While Lynn's hips spread out wide, rounding and fattening like her belly... "Uhhh, Airtankgirl...she's making me get so fat..." Lynn cradled her new full tight, bloated belly, "Ohhh, I'm getting so full..." She moaned. The Demon snaked her tail out of Lynn's big round belly, allowing my roommate to collapse on the ground, holding her bloated body protectively. "You fiend, if you've hurt her..." The demon laughed throatily at me, "Hurt her? I think she likes being nice and stuffed. How about you two," She stepped closer, over my helpless roommate," You both look pretty nice and full, but I bet you could still plump up nicely, what?" Her voice was very deep, inhumanly deep, yet still feminine, compelling actually, seductive- My ears popped as Expandra tried her vacuum attack on the Demon, startling me out of the demonic glamour. The Demon lost the extra girth of her inflated bustline while Expandra's waistline swelled out enough to finally pop her cummerbund off her bloated body. "That would have been cute if I breathed," the Demon said as she reached for me. I grabbed her arm and turned, using my wide inflated hips to throw her over me and into the wall, where she hit with a window rattling 'THUD'. I was on her in a flash using the super strength in my exaggerated inflated figure to pummel her with both fists. I was impressed despite myself, I was ninja, I was all over her, the piledriver force of my blow landing on her as I chose, bypassing her defenses as if there weren't there. Then I realized that she wasn't defending herself, and rather than crying out from the beating I was giving her, she was giggling. Yep, not even like an evil-master-of-the-world laugh, but a very girlish, if demonic, giggle. A quick twist of some demon-fu and I found myself beneath the voluptuous purple fiend. One hand pinned my wrists together against my bulging bustline while she felt the inflated swell of my belly with her hands, "Mmmm yes, plenty more room in you to fill up." Meanwhile Expandra looked on helplessly. She was still inflated enough to bloat the demon up big enough to make her an awkward, fat target for me, but Expandra wanted a definitive blow struck. In a corner of the room, she found her weapon. Every good party has to have lots of balloons, and those balloons require helium. The magicienne threw the air she was stuffed with at the Demon, so above me, I saw the look of surprise and.delight, as the Demon began to inflate from Expandra. Her purple tights bulged full and tight over her bloating belly, while her breasts swelled up inside her top like two big balloons, making the material creak and groan. I could feel her belly swelling, getting fatter, pressing against me beneath her. Her expanding girth was growing wide and round as she blimped up. Now sleek and lithe once again, Expandra vaulted the sofa over to the helium tank. She stuffed the hose in her mouth, spun the valve wide, feeling the lighter than air gas flood into her, causing her shapely curves to bloat out once again as she inflated herself. But this time she opened the power to throw the gas filling her into the Demon, and held it open. The gas hissed from the tank, and through Expandra, not plumping her up any more, but having major effects on the Demon. The demon's violet slit pupil eyes got big and round, with her body following. Her figure blew up fast and full, like a life raft in tights. In moments her waist had expanded past her full hips, making her torso more egg-shaped as she turned into a blimp. Her talented hands grasped and petted her ballooning body while she closed her eyes and...purred. The hiss of the helium tank died under Expandra's hand as it ran dry. The gas lifted the non-blimped demon off of me, giving her just enough buoyancy that her high heels only touched the floor at the toes. "Well, thank you very much," she murmured, apparently pleased with her new size, her voice now taking on a funny, high-pitched quality to go over her demonic resonance, "But I didn't get you anything. Oh I know...I've plenty to go around, and round you will be." That barbed tail lashed out again, fast as a snake, the barb catching the only slightly plump Expandra tight in the navel. The magicienne gasped as she saw what was about to happen, with her helpless to do anything about it. The Demon squeezed down on her ballooned stomach, while Expandra began to fatten and swell with the helium that she had just pumped into the Demon. Expandra grew wide, then fat, then bloated, then her costume began to creak as her figure became distended, every curve stuffed full of helium from ankle to chin. She pressed her hands to her inflating body as it rose like bread dough, the bulging, full curves of her bloated figure, soft and plush under her hands. As the now super-bloated Expandra began to float, her body was swollen up so that her arms were absorbed by her inflated torso to the elbows, and her legs had disappeared to the knees from her ballooned belly. She clutched her huge round belly; she pulled against the Demon's tail, which came free from her big stomach with a 'pop'. The Demon smiled at the bobbing, bouncing parade float that Expandra had become. Despite the volume of gas she'd pumped into Expandra, the Demon was still hugely bloated, about on a size with her victim. She had only used half the helium on blowing up Expandra. I had a good idea where the rest was going. I hate being right. The pointed tail snapped out at me. Given how fat the demon was, still bloated with half a tank of helium, she couldn't attack facing forward very well, her tail had too much of her inflated girth to get around. Instead she attacked with her back to me. Her aim was still good though, the point of her tail slammed right through my invulnerability, and I immediately felt the helium flowing from her into me. Lynn was right, there was no pain, in fact I was surprised at it was exactly the opposite. My knees went shaky and my vision blurred from the intense pleasure filling me. My belly grew fat and round, filling up my already straining costume until my bulging waist burst through the seams, allowing my big bare belly to expand freely without the confines of my clothing. My waist was already swollen out to my hips, my torso was becoming round. I only had a moment before I was blown up like Expandra, a helpless parade float of a superheroine. "Psst!" I looked down, still couldn't see past my overinflated bouncing breasts, looked sideways and saw Bubbles on the floor next to me, one hand supporting her bloated body on the hearth of the fireplace, the other raised towards me as if to give me something. Or receive something. "The tail!" She hissed, "Before you're too fat to move!" I grabbed the tail, my super strength pulling it free of me with a 'pop'. I handed the tail to Bubbles... ...Who jammed the point into the nozzle of the gas fireplace, throwing the valve wide open. The demon thrashed, trying to look behind her swollen body as she blimped up even faster than from the helium. In a moment she was a fat, full, floaty sphere of a demon, her head, hands, feet, and tail stuffed in a big shiny purple ball. I held her tail like the string on a balloon. There didn't even seem to be any fight left in her, her eyes were closed blissfully, her palms pressed against her bloated sides, biting on her lower lip. I looked around the living room, there were a number of unconscious partiers, and everyone with their wits had fled. The field was ours. I helped Bubbles up, she was a little rocky from her sudden expansion, "You ok?" "Yeah," she panted, "I just need to catch my breath, wow!" She was breathing rapidly and her face flushed. When I looked at her chest, I blushed and giggled. "I know," she nodded, "We're all nipping out, even Expandra." It was true, even the blimped magicienne was showing her excitement through the blouse drawn tight over her greatly inflated breasts. "Airtankgirl," Expandra squeaked at me, "Get upstairs, find my sister. I'm too fat to fit in the hall." I handed the Demon's tail to Bubbles, "On it, and see if you can manage to get something to get Expandra down as well, we can't leave her floating on the ceiling." I tired to vault the banister leading to the second floor, but I found that the Demon had pumped me up so round that, while I didn't lack strength, I certainly didn't have the agility to lightly vault a banister in my bloated condition. I settled for awkwardly climbing the stairs, my thighs bumping into my lower belly with each step up. I waddled down the hall, finding the open door with the three fat-bellied girls, bursting out of their costumes, lying semi-conscious on the floor. I could see from the taunt material over their inflated breasts that they were just as excited as the rest of us. "Tabitha?" A good-looking blonde in a tight, scanty witch's costume, made tighter and scantier by her big, round, soft belly and her ballooned breasts, rolled over a little and looked up at me. I took her arm and hauled her upright. At least she wasn't heavy. Holding the shaken, swollen girl upright, we two young women, our distended figures bulging roundly against each other, waddled and staggered downstairs. I hated to leave the other two bloated girls, they were in no danger of getting any fatter at least, but I knew they were going to have some rough explanations when everyone came to. Downstairs, Bubbles had the Demon bobbing above her by the tail, and Expandra was holding onto one end of her burst cummerbund, while Lynn anchored the other. We made a slow, waddling retreat of our bulgy forms our of the sorority house and into the night. The need for privacy and space to sort ourselves out led us to a darkened field in the park behind the Delta house. Expandra's sister was coming around, though she was more surprised at the shape of her sister. Expandra hushed her before she could divulge her name,"-Wow...I mean you were always my big sister, but who knew you'd get this big...I can't believe how bloated you got, you're like a blimp!" Expandra hugged her round sister, anchoring her buoyant body to the ground, smiling, "That's what big sisters are for, but you aren't exactly slender anymore either, you might have to get used to being fat for a while until I can sort our figures out," She hugged her sister's swollen belly against the inflated expanse of her own body, "I might be able to find someone to vent all the gas in us to." "Don't let me find you doing it," I warned her, "If I catch you blimping up some poor girl just so you can get skinny faster, I'll beat the stuffing out of you." From the set of Expandra's lovely jaw, I could tell we were still enemies. I was sure she wouldn't inflate Bubbles or me right now. Either of us would blow up but I'd still be strong enough to clobber her. "I think we have a more pressing problem than our figures, ladies," Bubbles tugged on the Demon's tail, causing her to bob in the air, "What do we do about her?" "Hmm it seems only fair, she made me this big, she should get the rest of this gas back," Expandra growled. "I dunno," Bubbles said, pulling the inflated demon down where she could gauge the pressure inside her by squeezing her round body, "I think she's pretty full, I don't think she could hold much more without bursting." "Yes, quite," Expandra smiled evilly. "Hang on there," I said, "I'm not so sure we can just explode a creature who's only crime I can see, is making us a little fatter and giving us an orgasm." Expandra whirled on me, well actually she waddled, "Do I look a little fatter?" She raged in her cartoonishly high-pitched voice, "I'm so blimped up, I float! I look like a parade balloon! My sister, look at her, she can't go back to a sorority looking like she swallowed a beachball." Tabitha petted the soft, bloated bulge of her belly, "Actually its rather nice-" "Hush!" the massive magicienne snapped squeakily. The Demon's eyes snapped open and she smiled at us, "Mmmm how lovely, I feel so huge and you are all fattened up nice and plump, though, it looks as if a couple of you could use some more of this wonderful gas you filled me up with. How about it?" "That's it, she's toast," Expandra squeaked. "What?" The round purple demon asked in her own helium voice, "You all like being big and fat, I can tell," she grinned, "I just wanted to play and share too." "I feel like such a dunce," I said, "She isn't evil, almost the opposite, she just wanted to be friends and she thought that inflating us all was the way to do it. And we beat her up for it." "Don't take it too hard ATG," Bubbles said, "it really doesn't look as if she's all that beaten, she's just blimped." "Share this," Expandra said, pushing her hands out at the distended demon. Expandra's bloated body deflated, her clothes loosening on her as her figure regained her normal shapeliness. The helium filling her was forced into the tight round body of the demon that gasped delightedly, creaked tightly as she ballooned up again, and then...KABOOOM! She burst into a cloud of purple dust. The concussion knocked all of us down. Expandra, the most agile, landed on her trim fit bottom, regained her feet, and pulled the air from her sister, puffing herself back up to a round fullness. She waved the now-slim Tabitha behind her, while she faced me down as I stood up. "How could you?" She pointed a finger at herself, "Villain," she said, her voice back to normal, as if explaining everything, "Not tonight Airtankgirl, but soon." She warned me, backing away from us. I was too tired, and too bloated for a fight, so I nodded, letting the sisters fade into the gloom. I sighed tiredly as Bubbles waddled up next to me. "Well here we are, no party, no dates, fat and bloated again, and I'm never going to get my deposit back on this costume. I think they have a strict 'your burst it, you bought it' policy Something purple and voluptuous grabbed us each by a shoulder and hugged us. We leapt back as the once again shapely demon smiled at us. "Oh she's great, I can't wait to find her again!" "You exploded!" I said. "Of course I did, I was full. Mmmm, and I was so full too!" She purred in her deep demonic voice. "You explode often then?" Bubbles asked. "As frequently as possible, don't you?" she asked, her waist bulging, and Bubbles and I felt a pleasurable pressure within us. "No, " I gasped firmly, "Not at all, ever." "Oh," The Demon said, mollified, her waist slightly fuller as the pressure in us mortals faded, "Good to know. I'd like little hints like that if I'm going to stick around here." "You're staying?" I asked, aghast. She nodded, her big purple horns bobbing, "Sure, you guys couldn't exorcise me away. We're going to have so much fun!" "Aw, hell," Bubbles was grinning at me, "What?" I asked. "Can we keep her?"

26051

balloon, floating, helium, science

Female Inflation

Breast Inflation

None

3.5

6

Well, so far, it was certainly a novel experience. Standing there naked on the dais surrounded by technicians and scientists in white lab coats, Sandra felt like she should be striking a pose like a model in a life drawing class. As it was, she kept fidgeting with her hands and tried to avoid eye contact with anyone in the crowd. It wasn't too difficult, as they all seemed to be staring at her modest chest. This was to be expected, as that was the reason she was standing there. But still, there was this one dude who was unnerving her. He kept looking up at her from his tablet computer and then darting his eyes away when she happened to meet his gaze. The rest? All business. They just typed up notes, only briefly pausing to look up at her chest.So, day one. Pam had taken Sandra to a conference room after breakfast and briefed her on what was going to happen that day. Pam had enthusiastically narrated a presentation that was filled with incomprehensible technical jargon and sterile drawings and animations of what was to be happening shortly. Disrobing was the most difficult part or, rather, walking from behind the medical screen naked as the day she was born toward a crowd of strangers was. The white room was similar to the one in which she had witnessed the inflating woman the day before.Pam stepped out from next to the console where the technician from the previous day, Steve, was sitting and approached the test subject. At this, the group dispersed to what appeared to be pre-determined observation posts. One of the techs donned headphones and stood behind a video camera. Pam was all smiles as she spoke to Sandra in a soft, reassuring voice. "Any tingles?" She asked."Nope, just butterflies in the stomach" Sandra reported."Good - that means the nanites have settled in." Pam smiled and bounced on her heals while holding her clipboard to her chest. "We'll run the calibration test first, then. Ready?"Sandra nodded in the affirmative. Pam stepped back away from the dais and the nearby tripod-mounted board and touched the microphone clipped to her ear. Everyone in the room nodded as they received instructions. Steve began typing away on the console and the now familiar chime tone sounded loudly in the room. He looked at Pam and gave her a thumbs up sign that she returned.The board on the tripod in front of Sandra glowed and bathed her in a green light. At the same time she felt an intense tickling in each of her breasts. As she had been instructed, she resisted the reflex to grab them - barely. But she did look down just as her nipples perked. The technicians in the room began typing away feverishly on their computers. Pam stood still, biting her lip and clutching the clipboard tightly across her the front of her lab coat.Slowly and deliberately, her boobs perked and rose until they were jiggily defying gravity atop her chest. The glowing board extinguished and Pam approached. "Doing okay?""Um, yeah. Wow."Pam giggled. "I told you. Now, we're going to shape you and then try the first series.""Okay."Pam stepped back and then signaled to Steve. The board glowed once again and the tickling sensation returned to Sandra's chest. She could feel the flesh below each mammary expand, merging with them until each boob was a wide conical mound atop her chest, as if she were lying on her back. There was a brief pause in the expansion, followed by an audible hiss as each mound inflated outward. The tickling sensation increased several fold but Sandra stood her ground. Looking down, her feet disappeared beneath her ballooning, sibilant chest. Even her armpits seemed to become crowded as she inflated. As the ballooning flesh expanded and creeped up toward her clavicles, soft cleavage formed and deepened. Most of her chest played host to her now massively pneumatic womanly curves as her skin took on a satiny sheen. Her chest looked like that of a living Barbie doll, only much, much bigger.She felt her torso stiffen in response to the helium being pumped into her, forcing her back to arch slightly. The witnessing technicians intensified their note taking, except for one who stood there staring at Sandra with his mouth agape. One of the female technicians looked over and then smacked him on the shoulder with her tablet computer. He dutifully returned to note taking.The glowing board extinguished once again and Pam approached. "Okay, we'll do the leak check over lunch and then the rest of the tests. How do you feel?""Like a balloony Barbie doll."Pam snickered knowingly. "Try bouncing." Sandra bounced up and down on her heels. Her newly ballooned chest bounced and jiggled, but not as much as she would have expected. What caught her off guard was how much lighter she felt on the balls of her feet and how much upness her chest exuded. She reached up and hugged herself at the feeling and was surprised to see just how much her breasts actually felt like balloons. The look on her face made Pam laugh again.Pam escorted Sandra back behind the medical screen as the technicians filed out of the room. There was an enormous t-shirt that had been placed there for Sandra and she dressed in it and the jeans she had worn into the room. Pam then gave her a lab coat to wear that she was unable to button. It was odd having a bust that stood out so far that she couldn't fully interlace her fingers together. She kept accidentally bumping into Pam and various pieces of equipment.As Sandra and her escort made their way over to the company cafeteria, she couldn't help noticing how many stares she elicited from passersby in the hallways. She even had the misfortune of bumping into several people. And, with her center of gravity now significantly shifted, she felt almost as if she was learning to walk all over again. Her self-consciousness grew exponentially but Pam was quick to comfort her.There was a perceptible hush when Sandra entered the main dining room with her tray and as the two sat eating at a table, Sandra's enormous bouncing bust kept pushing her away from her meal. She noticed that there seemed to be an inordinate number of men filing past her table as the two ate and talked.The two finished their meal and headed back to the testing room or "Loony Bin" as Pam had joked. As the two approached the double doors leading into it, Pam quipped "And, now, it's go big or go home!" CV Labs, where the future is being made today.

25977

Female Inflation

Belly Inflation, Breast Inflation, Butt Inflation, Hourglass Inflation

Clean

3.7

10

"I got a callback mom!" A young brunette girl said, jumping up and down ecstatically on the phone, her C cups bouncing with every jump. The 20 year old girl, Blaire had auditioned several weeks ago for a new show going up Off-Broadway. All she knew about the show was that it was an absurdist theatre production where the actors and actresses would have to pass several different tests if they got a call back. "I'm so proud of you hun! Don't stress yourself out too much, you want to be focused for this, it's your big day!" Blaire's mom said proudly. "Don't worry mom I won't, I'm sure some of these girls are way better than me so I'm gonna have to clear my mind for this. It's in about an hour so I better get going, I love you!" Blaire said with the world's biggest smile on her face, hanging up with her mother and walking down the street. She had been waiting for her big break for years, training for dance ever since she was about five years old. She couldn't believe that the day has finally come. What needs to be understood about Blaire is that she is an incredibly competitive person, getting quite the attitude when she even shows the hint of starting to lose. She stands at 5'8 with legs up to her damn chin. Her thighs were bigger, but they were quite obviously an average dancer's build, all muscle. Her legs lead up to what many men call a perfect ass, bigger yet firm, yet again from her background in dance. She had to have at least weighed 130 lbs. out of pure muscle because her stomach was flat and toned, leading up to her C cup breasts. Her slender shoulders and petite neck lead up to a very defined, beautiful face. Her hair was a gentle brunette, poker straight down to about her shoulders. Blaire knew full well just how beautiful she was and was known to use that to her advantage. Don't judge her poorly though, she is also one of the sweetest girls you will ever meet. Blaire walked down the street sporting her favorite dance outfit, her pink, skin tight leotard with black short shorts, white leggings and black dance shoes. Upon arrival to the theatre, she was filled with excitement. "I feel like I'm gonna explode out of my skin here!" Blaire said quietly to herself pushing the doors open and walking back stage. After stepping into the theatre, Blaire looked at her competition, six other girls about her age stood in the room, each holding a cup and sipping daintily, making faces of disgust all the while, "Ah, that must be to clear our throats for the singing portion, I've had some of that before," she thought going over to the table where the cups were sitting and taking one for herself, drinking it all down at once. The room the call backs were held in was very spacious, not what Blaire expected for seven girls. Blaire sat down, leaning against the wall when one of the other girls came up to her. "Hey! I'm Chrystal what's your name?" the bubbly blonde said reaching out for a handshake, her ample D cup revealing large amounts of cleavage under her black leotard. Her build was a little heavier than Blaire's with a minor potbelly and a similar sized ass. "I'm Blaire nice to meet you. So who are these other girls?" Chrystal promptly sat down next to Blaire and pointed to a girl best described to be a stick, no ass, thin legs, flat chest, etc. She seemed painfully shy and strayed away from the group. She wore a purple leotard and white leggings and had dyed blonde hair. "That girl over there, yeah the quiet one, her name is Sara, I tried talking to her but she doesn't talk too much. I had a feeling I might've annoyed her, could you imagine?" Blaire rolled her eyes slightly before Amber grabbed her chin and turned her head towards two girls, each one red headed, giggling and messing around with each other. Each girl sported a blue leotard and had their own dominant feature; one had what could best be described as a J-Lo ass while the other had a DDD cup size. Both girls stood at 5'5, the shortest of the entire group and each couldn't have been more than 120 lbs. "Oh oh! The one over there with the huge ass, that's Michele and the one with the huge tits, that's Tori. They seem so sweet." Blaire then looked at the last girl standing, sporting a red leotard, the one that looked like the prima donna, the head bitch, if you will. "That girl... don't talk to her she's really mean. I tried and she told me to leave her the hell alone cause she has this part hands down." "Charming," Blaire said, sizing up her competition, she had a good feeling about all of this. The only one she even slightly worried about was the very apparent bitch who she unfortunately made eye contact with. "What the hell are you looking at you bimbo?" spat the bitch. "Nothing much," Blaire said with a cold smirk. The girl with raven black hair glared back at Blaire, "Oh so you think you're funny huh? Who the hell are you?" "Blaire, pleasure to meet you," she said with the fake kindness she makes sure to show to bitches like this girl. "Amber, can't say I'm all too please with meeting you," she said crossing her arms across her petite B cup. Blaire sized her up, 5'3 with a small chest and little curves, the typical dancer. Chrystal just bit her lip and tapped at her knees. "Awkward..." Just as Blaire opened her mouth to respond, a woman, not much older than her, walked into the room. Blaire's jaw dropped, she had to be about 6'5 but positively MASSIVE in all aspects except for the stomach. She had the most exaggerated hourglass shape she had ever seen; H cup breasts with no more than a 30 inch waist with at least a 45 inch hip ratio. She almost looked cartoonish... inflated even. "Attention girls, callbacks are about to start!" said the woman. The choreographer or so Blaire just assumed, stood in the center of the room as all of the girls crowded around her. "First thing's first, my name is Kate. Now this is going to be one of the most difficult things many of you will have experienced in your life, it's going to be incredibly fast moving and if you mess up, there will be consequences. That being said, I'm going to teach you all a dance to start off with, once I'm done, we will run it once. You girls will be weeded out until only one of you is left standing and she will be the one getting the part," Kate said with a smile on her face. "Umm... excuse me," Sara said raising her hand, "you haven't told us what the part exactly is." Kate only smirked and walked away saying, "You will find out if you get it sweetie. Now, let's begin." All of the girls stood behind Kate, the two redheads bouncing with excitement. Then, the lesson began, it was very tedious and hard to follow with many dance moves Blaire had never even seen with all of her experience. Everyone seemed to be getting it, except for Sara who got lost about half way through. The dance wasn't very long though, and soon Kate walked to the side of the room. "Alright girls, now here is the first portion of callbacks, good luck and don't screw up!" she said flipping on the music. Blaire did her own thing, knowing the dance already like the back of her hand, looking around at the other girls, Amber sadly was nailing it just as well as she was and Michele and Tori seemed to be having a blast. Chrystal, though she looked a little less entertained was nailing it too, but Sara was tripping over her own feet. The poor girl was up against much more talented people. Blaire then noticed something, while before Sarah had to be at least an A cup, her breasts looked slightly more swollen and her hips even took on a more shapely form compared to her former stick shape. Her stomach had the biggest change, going from completely flat to slightly bulging. Blaire stared at her, then to Kate, then back at her. "What did she mean consequences?" she thought, watching Sara start to tug on her leotard which was now getting tighter on her chest. After a few more missed steps, Sara's stomach surged out with a *fwoomp* and she stumbled forward. "What the fuck!?" Sara shouted, which was surprisingly since she hardly said a word before. All of the other girls stopped to turn and look at her as her belly swelled outward, reaching about 6 months pregnant in mere moments. This temporary break just so happened to be during the most dance heavy moment in the music and all of the girls swelled out about an inch in the breasts and hips. "What is happening to me!?" Sara screamed as her belly bloated out farther and farther. Looking down, she could no longer see her toes over her enormous belly. "I told you, this is something none of you had ever experienced before and if you mess up well... there will be consequences. Remember the drink you all had before hand? Yeah well those were a special little potion I concocted myself, designed to bloat you up if you were to mess up until well..." she puffed up her cheeks and held out her arms and shouted, "BANG!" All of the girls continued dancing though their faces filled with horror as Sara futilely tried to push back her swelling abdomen, only forcing the air to her breasts as they instantly swelled out to a DDD cup. Embarrassed, she pushed them back down and the air flowed back into her belly, which distended about 2 feet from her body at this point. Her stomach slowly began to overtake the rest of her body, pushing her slightly swollen breasts up into her face. Her skin began to get tight and groan. "Oh God please no! I don't want to explode! Help me!" she screamed. Chrystal couldn't take it anymore she was too much of a good person and she ran by her side, her breasts, instantly surging forward several inches, revealing mounds of cleavage under her leotard. "Stop it please! Can't you see the poor girl is scared!?" Chrystal yelled, uncaring to her own swelling body. The growth was different in Chrystal though, she took on an extreme hourglass in seconds, rivaling that of Kate. Her ass surged outwards in all directions and her thighs and the rest of her legs swelled quickly to try to catch up. Her breasts swelling farther and farther out as Sara's belly finally overpowered her leotard as it ripped clean off of her body. All that was recognizable of Sara now was her hair poking out the back of an orb of stomach. However, he arms and legs remained completely uninflated. The other girls just tuned out their cries for help, except for Michele, who seemed strangely aroused by the swelling women. She bit her lip as Sara's arms flapped at her side, tears streaming down her face. Chrystal pushed desperately into Sara, trying to force the air out of her by some miracle when her breasts grew into her way, now reaching the size of about a bean bag chair before her stomach joined in on the growth, peeking out from beneath her breasts. Her leotard finally gave up the fight and ripped down the center, only two thin strips covering her nipples and her black laced panties which now resembled a thong between two massive globes. Chrystal's thighs, now about the size of tree trunks prevented her from moving, so no matter what she couldn't catch up with the rest of the dance, she was doomed. Blaire gazed at Amber and couldn't believe what she was seeing. Amber was laughing! "Damn amateurs, got what's coming to them," said Amber with a bitchy smirk on her. Blaire glared at her and performed the last few steps of the dance. "Alright girls! Looks like you four move on to round two! As for you two... well it was nice meeting you," Kate smiled as the inflation doubled in speed. Sara's belly quickly grew to 7... 8... 9 feet. "Oh... God... I can't... take it... anymo..." *BOOOOOOOOM* Tan and purple shards rained down on all of the girls as the explosion knocked Chrystal onto her swelling ass. She bounced up and down on her swollen body as it swelled out. Bigger and bigger she grew, her tits at least 7 feet wide each, her ass rivaling them at 6 ft each and 4 ft thighs. Her stomach only reached out about 6 feet as well but that quickly increased. Chrystal began to moan, the pressure becoming too great in her body. She looked up at Blaire, "Blaire we're friends right...ohhhh.... Please help me...oh... nooooo... NOOOO" *BOOOOOOOM* This blast was much bigger, making some of the girls lose their stances as more shards of tan and black rained down on them. "What the fuck did I get myself into?" Blaire said to herself, holding her own swollen breasts.

41335

bodysuit, floating, helium, huge

Female Inflation

Full Body Inflation

None

4.6

10

I needed the money. Normally I wouldn't work for an advertising company, but there were two things about the listing that caught my eye: The first was the lack of any prior work history in the field - "absolutely no experience required," that was the wording. The second was performance-based pay, which is normally a turn-off, but the amount they were proposing was an extraordinary sum. So I went in for an interview to see what the job was. The company was hired to promote Duratex, a producer of so-called "miracle materials." Duratex wanted to show off the durability and elasticity one of their products, so they proposed the creation of a balloon made of it. The advertisers shot this down, saying that a mere balloon wouldn't gain enough interest. They needed something unique that hadn't been done before, but more than that, the advertising needed a human element. After they told me this, I asked what the "human element" they had in mind was. Their reply? "We want to make you the balloon." Now you're probably thinking that this is absurd, and you're absolutely right. I balked at the idea, but the interviewer said that the performance-based pay was based on the size of the advertisement, which was to say, me. The larger I got, the bigger the pay. So now I'm standing nervously in an old airfield outside of town in a skin-tight bodysuit with the Duratex logo across my stomach and a hose firmly wedged in my backside, trailing off to a massive tanker truck. It's not the strangest thing I've had up my butt, and like I said, I needed the money. ...that doesn't really sound any better even with context, does it? The company had graciously provided me with a headset to communicate with the ground crew, and through the earpiece I heard someone say, "ready when you are." "Go for it," I replied. Soon after I heard a hissing and felt the rush of gas enter me, cold but warming quickly in my body. Remarkably, inexplicably, I began to swell all over, hips widening, belly and breasts bulging, arms and legs thickening. Both the fabric and my skin stretched as I grew, my torso first becoming rotund, then round, taking up more and more of my shape. My limbs raised up and spread apart, pulled into me as they were reduced to wide, round bumps. Within seconds I had gone from normal to a helium-filled ball with two high domes on front, stretching further as I grew until finally the flow of gas stopped, and I began to lift upward, tethered to the ground by a cord around my ankle. It was remarkable. There was a feeling of fullness and tension all throughout me, and despite that, a sense of weightlessness. I was concerned about the loss of mobility at first, but after a while it started feeling kind of nice being able to relax. "You doin' okay?" the crew member asked. I waved my hands and feet, feeling a little disoriented as they brushed against my arms and legs. Looking out over the curve of my front I tried to judge my size based on the length of the rope and how high I was, figuring I had to have been around ten feet or so. "Yeah, I'm fine." "Fine" was a bit of an understatement, though. "We can go bigger if you feel up to it." Bigger. The word stuck in my mind like a splinter. As far as demonstrations for products went I proved a point, with the material stretching several times what you'd expect, and me with it. You could have put me out in front of a store and drawn plenty of attention, but at the same time I felt... well. I was certainly large, but I wasn't -large-, if you understand my meaning. Plus I needed the money. "I'd l-" I cut myself short, realizing I was about to say "I'd love that." Which wasn't a lie, but I didn't want them to know it. After a second to choose the right words I said, "I can go bigger," hoping I didn't sound too enthusiastic. "Roger that." With that the gas began again, and I could hear a low, sibilant hiss coming from inside of me. My body couldn't get rounder, so it just got larger, but as it did it started to feel different. It was like stretching when you get up, that sense of stiffness being worked out, only never going away and happening on its own without you having to move. I watched my chest spread out in front of me as the ground grew more distant, obscured by -me- as I grew larger. The suit stretched along with me, though as it did there was an -interesting- amount of friction which made my experience more enjoyable, enough so that I was forced to stifle my breathing lest the crew catch on. To be honest, I almost didn't need it; the thought of how full and large I was becoming was intoxicating in itself, and I had lost track of time when the ground crew radioed in again. "You're a good size," he said. I was glad he noticed. "We could probably put you on show in a hot air balloon festival." "Turn it up," I said, almost without thinking. "Wha?" "The bigger I get the bigger the pay, right? I want that entire tanker truck in me." In reality it was just an excuse; I needed the money, but I -wanted- the gas, and as it rushed into me full force I got it. My body heaved outward and my mind went fuzzy as every inch of my skin was bombarded with stimulation from outside, across, and beneath it all at once. My body creaked and squeaked deeply, a testament to how large and how fast I was growing. I had since lost sight of the ground, but above me I could see the clouds rapidly approaching. Despite the massive, growing volume inside of me I began panting, no longer caring about what others might think. All I wanted was more, rounder, -bigger-. Suddenly I felt the tension around my ankle give, somewhere far below, and there was a burst of garbled, panicked shouting coming from my headset. The cord had broken, and as I felt the end of the hose tug me downward I realized that it was the only thing keeping me tethered to the ground. Then that, too, slipped free, a token puff of gas escaping before I drifted up into the misty clouds, the largest balloon anyone had ever seen. I was almost sad, in a way, that I couldn't keep growing. Though a moment later I began creaking again, and as my hands, feet, and head began to sink into my body I remembered that air pressure was lower the higher you went, and that had dramatic consequences for balloons... That was several hours ago, and probably several hundred yards smaller, if not more. I can't really see where I am, but judging from how quiet it is I might be in low orbit. I guess breathing isn't a problem because the gas was partially oxygenated, and the sun's been keeping me warm, not to mention heating the gas up in me and causing me to swell even further. Despite this I can feel myself very gradually deflating. Every so often I can feel something small bump into me, sending vibrations through my body along with the sound of crunching metal; I must be running into satellites. The headset is mostly static, but sometimes I can hear bits of what people are saying, and I guess I'm big enough that people on Earth can see the Duratex logo from space. I'm not sure when or where I'm going to land. All I know is that the first thing I'm going to do when I cash that check from the advertising agency is to buy a tanker truck full of gas and another one of these suits.