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Tags: Breast Inflation, Female Inflation, floating, helium, infection Text: I don't know what the rest of the world has, but in America, we have seen this television commercial for years that proffers a medical alert product that has been marketed to the elderly population. It is a device about the size of a pack of gum, which hangs from the person's neck, which the user can push the button on it to alert an alarm company to summon a medical response if the person were to ever have something happen to them. In the advertisement, the alert company always shows an old lady lying on the floor of her home, in distress, and when she pushes the button, declares "I've fallen, and I can't get up!" The next scene is always showing an ambulance dramatically rushing to the fallen person's aid. My mind works in fantastical ways, sometimes. I once thought of how the same alert device could be used if, say, a person accidently blew up like a balloon and buoyantly rose to the ceiling. The affected person could push the button, and when the response company would call through the device and ask what the problem is, the victim could say something like, "I've floated, and I can't get down!" What would cause such a spontaneous inflation? Voodoo magic? An allergic reaction to Chanel No. 5? Or maybe it was something they ate, like a can of bad beans? How about a new virus that has been unleashed on the world by a breast-obsessed mad scientist? That is what we are about to explore... "911, what is your emergency?" "It's my wife," the man said, shaking voice portraying fright and shock. "She was coughing...I thought she was choking...but then she just blew up!" "Sir, calm down," the emergency dispatcher said evenly. "Are you saying that your wife just exploded?" "No, it was her chest. She got coughing just after we finished dinner, and, well, her breasts started blowing up, like a pair of balloons. We couldn't stop it; we tried everything we could think of. We had to tear her shirt off before she suffocated! And now she blew up so big that she's floating on the ceiling! And no matter how hard I pull, I can't get her down!" "Alright, sir," the female dispatcher said while typing the information into her computer. "We will be sending out an emergency crew as soon as possible. What is your address?" "Thank you," the man said, relief flooding through him. "We live at 123 Lake Hylia Drive, just around the corner from that new store called the Wren Spot. Just tell them to hurry. " The dispatcher disconnected the call, finished typing in the pertinent information, and swung the radio microphone over to her mouth. "Unit 69, this is dispatch." "Unit sixty-nine, we copy," came the radio response. "EMT's Sven Svensen and Luther Kane on duty." Another woman tapped the dispatcher on the shoulder. "Janelle, what do we have?" asked Lucy, her supervisor. Ignoring her, Janelle held the button on the mike down. "We have a situation at 123 Lake Hylia that doesn't require an advanced life support team. We have another lady on a ceiling." "Really? Another floater?" Luther exclaimed incredulously. "That's the third one tonight. The last one had to be extricated with the Jaws of Life just to get her out of a car. And the one before that had to be strapped to a backboard and taken through the doorway one breast at a time just to get her out of the apartment, and it took four of us to hold her down and get her into the rig. Do we get back-up on this call?" "Sorry, Unit 69, all response teams are occupied. Even police and fire departments are getting swamped with similar calls. Do your best, and be careful. We almost lost a couple of paramedics earlier today. The floater they were carrying out of a house almost carried them away into the stratosphere. Call when you are in route to St. Pongo's Hospital." A second of static spoke that the conversation was done. Lucy shook her head. "This whole damn epidemic is blowing up in our faces, literally." Luther dropped the microphone to the ambulance's radio back into its cradle. He turned to Sven, the driven. "Do you remember the days when we could look forward to a night of responding to calls of overdoses, heart attacks, people with difficulty breathing, and the occasional old lady that had fallen and couldn't get up?" "Yup," Sven said, activating the lights and sirens. "Wasn't that long ago. Now it seems like we are seeing a dozen cases of balloon tits per night." He put the truck into gear and roared into the traffic. "At least we don't have far to go," Luther pointed ahead, holding the GPS that he had programmed the victim's address into. "Six blocks past Stacky Street, make a right turn. Just past the bridge over the Tlink canal is Lake Hylia Drive." "Got it," Sven said. Cars began to move to the side of the road, out of the way of the EMS responders, and three minutes later, the ambulance rolled up to the front of the house. A frantic man ran out to greet them. "She's stuck on the ceiling!" he called, waving his hands. Both emergency medical technicians grabbed their gear; Sven handling a tackle box of medical supplies in one hand and a laptop computer in the other, and Luther grabbing the backboard laden with heavy Velcro straps. These calls to help these poor women, which some people referred to the victims as Heliumgirls or Floaters, were coming more and more frequently. There was nothing an EMT or paramedic could do but gets these women to the nearest hospital for treatment and deflation. So they knew what they would find when they were shown through the open front door to the house. From the doorway, the emergency responders could see all the way through to the living room. The nicely-kept house in a middle-class neighborhood was well-lit, and so was the pair of legs that could be seen dangling from the high ceiling. At first glance, it looked like someone had committed suicide by hanging themselves from the rafters, but on closer inspection, the legs and feet were still moving. Those legs rose to a demure business skirt, which ended at a woman, naked from the waist up, attached to a pair of weather balloon-sized breasts that were keeping her connected to the painted drywall above them. "Mam," Luther said, smiling slightly at the joke (since he was taking to a pair of overinflated mammaries), "are you okay?" The woman laughed, embarrassed but nonplussed. "My back hurts a little from being stuck in this position, but, with the exception of my boobs blowing up like freaking helium balloons, I guess I'm okay." Since they now confirmed a positive case, both responders reached for filter masks. "Alright, sir," Sven said to the shaken husband, "We may need your help in getting your wife down from up there, and then we will need to take her to St. Pongo's for treatment. But first, let me get her name, and yours as well." "My name is Dan Melonowski," the man said, calming a little, "and this is my wife Helia." "Alright, Mrs. Melonowski," Luther called to the floating woman. "My partner and I are going to grab your legs and try to pull you down. We will need to strap you onto a backboard so that we can load you into the ambulance. We will throw a sheet over you to keep you covered as best we can until you are into the back of our rig. Are you okay with that?" She wiggled her feet and flailed her arms slightly in acknowledgement. The men couldn't see her face behind the twin blimps, but a muffled voice could be heard. "I'm okay with that," she answered. "You do what you need to. Call me Helia," she chortled vaguely, "but just don't call me BlowupGirl." It took all three men to countermand the uplift and buoyancy, but soon Helen Melonowski was strapped down, covered up, and floated into the ambulance, and they were on their way. It had all started two months ago, and to most at the Centers for Disease Control, the epidemic had yet to reach Critical Volume. But the head of the CDC, Doctor Bo McMorpherson, was hopeful that the pathogen was confined to the urban areas of Florida and wouldn't spread any further. Steps had been taken to contain the outbreak, but a cure still hadn't been found, since the origin of the virus had yet to be discovered. The virus was created in an unknown lab and used as a bioweapon, and had been rampaging from Miami to Daytona since then. The virus had been released in powder form during a football game at Kreizen College, inside the dome over the field. With no wind to dissipate the inhalant, the invisible cloud was carried through the indoor sports arena's air conditioning ducts and proliferated over the crowd. On live television, hundreds of women became immediately affected. Cheerleaders were bursting out of their uniforms, their breasts inflating to giant proportions. The girls in the college band were floating away from their bandmates; women in the bleachers were literally rising to new heights, screaming all the way up. Men were grabbing onto their wives or girlfriends, trying in vain to prevent them from floating away. Panic ensued, with people running for the doors, only to have the females begin inflating when they were outside with no dome over their heads to prevent them from going skyward. At least a dozen women were found a day later in the Everglades, having flown away with the trade winds before deflating enough to touch ground. One lady went out to sea, and washed up on Castaway Cay in the Bahamas two days after the event, having been kept above water by her new 'floatation devises'. All of the victims had been brought to the nearest medical facility, St. Tom the Immortal Hospital, in Fort Lauderdale. The first patient that was floated in by ambulance was a woman named Melanie, accompanied by her boyfriend Phil. She was examined by Dr. Maxx Curvy, who designated her a Patient Zero. Tests were performed, and samples sent to the CDC in Atlanta, but not before the pathogen was spread through the coughing of the inflicted patients to an emergency department full of nurses, doctors and technicians. Before a quarantine was declared, fifteen more women were hanging from the hospital ER's ceiling by their grossly-inflated tits, unable to descend. The head CDC virologists, Drs. Ozwick Doodleman and Joseph Staleknight, were the first to identify the unknown pathogen that was causing the unexplained inflation. Dubbed the Lopni-Infl8 virus, with the disease designation HeBE1, the scientists at the CDC began to try to find ways to crack the shell of the virus to start testing for a cure. What they found astounded them. The virus was lab engineered to affect only adult-age women, customized to stimulate their breasts to generate a biological gas from their mammary tissues that was light than air, causing their breasts to swell with enough contained volume of the gas to sufficiently produce enough buoyancy to cause the patient to float. The new disease was named Heliomastis Natantis, Latin for Floating Helium Breasts. Within days, the hospitals and emergency medical systems were overwhelmed with new cases of Heliomastis. The effect of the virus was varied, which made it even more difficult to predict the infection rate; some women inflated to giant sizes, needing forklifts and heavy ropes to bring them down, while others had their breasts blow up to the size of basketballs, causing them to barely hover above the ground. But all cases reported inflation and floating to some degree. And how long they stayed aloft also varied from patient to patient; some deflating within twenty-four hours, others remaining buoyant for several days at a time. It took a month before the vector for the spread of the pathogen was identified. All humans with dormant female sex organs, such as men and children, were potential carriers, and the carriers could pass on the virus by simply breathing near the uninfected, so droplet precautions with the use of filter masks were put into place for hospital workers and emergency responders. The hospitals began to segregate the patient populations. Whole wings of local hospitals were designated as Floatation Wards, while the non-inflated were kept in areas with separate ventilation systems. The affected women were not producing any kind of antibodies that could be identified for mass production toward a vaccination against Heliomastis. There were some women that had to be readmitted to the hospital weeks after their first infection, having had a recurrence and found inflating and floating again. There seemed to be no pattern or explanation for the cycles, and the scientists were left scratching their heads in frustration. No terrorist group ever stepped forward to claim responsibility for the attack. The Federal Bureau of Investigations looked into the incident, as well as Homeland Security, but no leads were generated. The FBI turned the search over to a little-known division, called the Tether-Deflate-Ballast Foundation, which had done many inflation-related investigations for the FBI in the past. The division leader, Amy Mangrowing, had a list of persons or groups she suspected were involved with the bioterror attack. There was the Italian separatist, a Shy Dude named Berggie Rathani, who called himself 'The Martian King', who was capable of orchestrating the event, but so was That Canadian Guy, Axel Rosered. Could that Loner Brit Be the one, Jay Spiderhaunt Grey, who was an Expansion Fan and tried to play Blowup with any woman that wandered into his web? There was the terrorist group out of Malaysia who called themselves KeldorFeign, led by a Dwarf Priest named Alorok Opik-Oort, who was responsible for the Blimp Gas attack in Japan last year. There was even the Australian who simply called himself 'The Inflator', with his wife 'The Inflatrix', who had done some helium pranks around resorts in the Indian Ocean over the years. But one name stood out from all the rest; the name that Amy would stake her career on as the culprit, instigator and one-man army in this biological warfare. The mysterious person, known only to the inflationists and floatationists circles as 'The HeliumFloater'. Finding this person, though, would not be so easy. Luther left the ambulance company station that evening, tired at the end of his 24 hour shift. He had taken the time to change out of his uniform and take a long shower before changing back into civilian clothing. It was his routine, because he didn't want to risk bringing home any viruses or bacteria that he was exposed to during his stint as an EMT. He ran the risk of exposure every day as part of the job, but protecting his family was a priority. His twin daughters, Koa and Taylor, were too young to be affected by Heliomastis, but his wife, Bambi, fell into the population at risk for the affliction. She met him in the kitchen when Luther arrived home. The little ones were tucked into bed already, and Bambi was wearing a silk camisole and shorts, perfect for the warm Florida nights. There was some small talk over his late dinner, and he checked on his sleeping children before they proceeded to the bedroom. She had missed him, worried about all the reports on the TV news about the Floating Plague (what the national news was calling it), and how she knew he had been working around the victims all day. She missed him, and wanted to show him just how much she appreciated his hard work in providing for the family. Bambi waited for him to strip down to his boxers before she pounced. Pushing him onto the bed, she straddled his hips, covering his face with thick, wet kisses. Soon enough, he proved that his fatigue was no match for the power of her womanhood. She felt him rise in response, and began to kiss him even more passionately. Their breathing came out in staggered gasps, practically pawing at each other with a feral hunger. And then it began. Riiippp. Her camisole began to tear down the middle, between her burgeoning breasts. Bambi pulled her face away from her husband's. "What?" Luther asked, unaware. Then they heard it. A slight hiss was emanating from her boobs, and they were growing. Fast. "No!" she exclaimed, crossing her arms over her chest in a futile attempt to hold back the growth. Her formerly C-cup breasts, perfect for her small frame, were spilling out the top of the camisole, deepening the tear in the shiny fabric. The garment split completely in two, despite her efforts to prevent it, and her mounting mammaries were now pushing into her chin, forcing her to drop her arms. Bambi was still straddling him, her titanic tits now floating up into her face seconds later as he moved to get out from under her. "What are you doing?" she said, panicking. "My cell phone," Luther pointed, "Its over on the dresser. I need to call emergency services." He wiggled out from under her half-naked form and scrambled across the bed. Luther was half-way across the room to retrieve his phone when she shouted for his to come back. She was no longer kneeling on the bed; she was no longer touching the bed at all. "I'm floating away!" Bambi screamed. "Pull me back down!" Luther reached and was barely able to grab her ankles before she flew too high. The vaulted ceiling of their bedroom peaked several feet above the tops of her ballooning breasts, but the distance was closing. And the longer he held her, the more lift her boob blimps were generating. His weight wouldn't ballast her much longer, and he knew it. Slowly Luther was pulled off his feet, floating off the carpeted floor, and he began losing his grip on her ankles. "Don't you dare let go of me," Bambi cried, staring straight up at the ceiling past her weather balloon-sized gazongas as she slowly gained more altitude. Her nipples contacted the rough ceiling, bouncing once and slid upward, coming to rest in the highest spot in the room. "Angel, do you trust me?" he said. "Of course," she answered, her voice shaking. "What are you going to do?" "Well, obviously I can't pull you back down, so I am going to need some help. I need to let go and get to my phone." She flailed her arms in the arm in frustration, trying to look sideways past the breast flesh that was pushing into her face. "Do it." Luther let go, dropping a few feet and bouncing on his knees on the bed. The uncontrolled bounce took him over the side and onto the floor, next to the dresser. He quickly grabbed the phone and punched in a set of three numbers and waited for a response. "Nine-one-one, what is your emergency?" came the familiar voice of Jane, the county dispatcher. "Jane, this is Luther Kane from Country Ambulance Unit 69. I can't believe I am saying this, but I think my wife has contracted Heliomastis. She has floated, and I can't get her down. My address is..." Jane typed in the information and switched to her ambulance dispatch radio. "Unit Nineteenthly, we have an emergency situation at Number Five Foxmaster Drive, in the Archangel Dreadnought housing subdivision, next to Philco TV Repair. Be advised; it is a family member of one of you coworkers." "Unit Nineteen, we copy. EMT's Biff Begirls and Jimmy Jacks on duty. Going lights and sirens now." "Be careful out there, boys," Jane cautioned them. "We have another floater." Joe, known on the internet as The HeliumFloater, smiled at the chaos that was being played out daily on the national news broadcasts. "Hmmm," he mused, scratching absently at his chin. "Where should I strike next?"

Tags: Breast Inflation, Female Inflation Text: Melissa smiled broadly as she glanced at herself in the full length mirror along one wall of the gym. The young woman who smiled back at her was nothing less than a physical phenomenon. Standing at well over seven feet tall, she was absolutely enormous. Shoulders larger than many of those that graced professional powerlifters were above a relatively small waist in comparison. Below, trim hips and muscular thighs, striations running almost an inch deep, ran down to her calves, which could technically be termed in the cow category. Her outfit, a spandex top and briefs along with tennis shoes, barely covered her and left absolutely no doubt as to what she looked like underneath. If she did not know for a fact that they were size XXXX large, she would be certain that she had purchased something too small. Turning, she glanced back over her shoulder to examine her back, ridged and rippled with muscle structure and development that would have made many a Mrs. Olympia jealous. Flexing her bottom, she watched it surge and tighten up, grinning wickedly all the while. Facing front once again, she put her hands on her hips and pushed her elbows forward in a lassitimus pose. Her back assumed a massive triangular formation and her chest tensed up, bringing her best assets, behind aside, to the fore. Perhaps the only fatty tissue left on her body, her breasts did not match the ripped appearance of the rest of her body. They jutted out from her, filling her halter top to capacity and then some, nipples pressing hard against the fabric. For all their size they did not sag or droop in the least, resembling beachballs for all their sphericality. Twisting one arm around and placing her palms together, she squeezed hard, forcing her chest out even more. With a pinging rip, stitches started to give along the side of her spandex. Surprisingly enough, although her body almost radiated power, her face was extraordinarily beautiful. Hair so black that it was almost violet, normally shoulder length, lay pinned back by a terrycloth headband. Blue eyes of almost luminous intensity presided over delicate cheekbones leading down to full lips. Reaching down to the floor with sinuous ease, she picked up an unencumbered free weight bar. Twirling the forty five pound staff of metal lightly across her fingers, she placed one hand at either end, and slowly started to twist inward. The middle bent with a quiet crink of material pushed beyond its limit only a few seconds after she started, but that was not enough. Carefully, so as not to break it, she tied the resisting iron into a rough approximation of a pretzel. Holding it by one hand and tilting it upward, she admired her handiwork. Laughing, almost chortling with glee, she tossed her impromptu artwork over one shoulder and lunged for her bag. A few moments of rummaging and she came up with a Beretta 9mm handgun. The sleek black pistol looked tiny in her hands. Pointing its muzzle at one hand, she winked at herself in the mirror. The gun coughed, a tinny noise in the large room, and Melissa blinked from the barrel flash. The gun joined the metal pretzel on the matting as she examined her hand closely. There was no mark on her. The skin remained as unblemished as if she had never fired. Glancing down, she idly moved the bullet, crushed as if it had struck solid rock, about with one toe while flexing her hands. It had worked. It was a total success. A quiet ping was heard as a small recessed light started to flash above the door. Melissa reacted with businesslike acumen, kicking the barbell and the gun under her bag. As the door handle turned, she reached into her mouth. "Dr. McLearan?" An older gentleman, distinguished in a reserved sort of way, stepped in. Assuming a formal stance, he continued. "You wished to be informed if there were any word of those hooligans at any of your companies' facilities again. There was just an attack on the Shipping department at Fifth and Waterchess." "Thank you, Edward. Anyone hurt?" Edward looked over, then averted his eyes. Reaching out into the hall, he pulled in a chiffon terrycloth towel and tossed it towards her. "Exercising in the nude again, I see. I really should know better than to come in here before checking. No, no one was injured. They did do a great deal of damage however. The shareholders are furious and there is an emergency meeting of all department heads next week, Tuesday at nine." Wrapping the towel about herself, Professor Melissa McLearan, head of the particle physics research institute at CheckMate Industries (Motto: The Last Word In Technology) and also the youngest woman to ever head such a department, smirked up at her houseman. "Now Edward, you wouldn't be denying me my little pleasures, would you?" Edward snorted softly. "Perhaps if you ate more, all the time you spend in here would put a little meat on your bones." Melissa smiled again, turning in front of him. Barely coming up to his shoulder, she was somewhat on the thin side, barely exceeding one hundred pounds. Rather unprovoking curves met his gaze, but that was to be expected from one of the foremost quantum physicists in the country. That slim body housed one of the most acknowledged brains in the field. "Care to go a few rounds with me, Edward? I promise to be nice!" "No, ma'am. I still have the bruises from last time. I and judo do not get along." Edward squinted across the floor. "It appears you left your apparel earlier. Shall I clean up?" "No! I... I mean I'll take care of it. I'm old enough to clean up after myself." Melissa grinned nervously, a trifle too broadly, but it could not be helped. "Very well. Oh yes, Director Huron gave a personal call. She suggested quite strongly that you make an appearance at the meeting." "Thank you Edward. I'll be down in a bit." Frowning, Melissa watched as he closed the door. "Director Huron, hmm?" she muttered, tossing a small block of plastic, still damp from her saliva, up and down in one palm. She scooped up the tank top and briefs with the other hand, noting that the top alone could easily cover her now. Grasping the block between her thumb and forefinger, she held it up to the light and traced by eye the tiny circuit paths visible there. "Director Huron'd be most interested in you, my little friend. Oh yes." The entire start of this was all very vivid to her, almost as if it had happened yesterday instead of nearly a month ago. "This is absolutely incredible. Doctor, if you don't get the Noble Prize for this I'll be quite surprised. Do you realize the potential here?" Director Huron sat back slowly in her chair. Gimbals adjusted quickly to her shift in weight and the corinthian leather creaked softly. In front of her, spread out across her marble slab of a desk, lay reams and reams of test results, examinations and studies. Information scrolled past on her computer monitor, ignored for the time being. Dr. McLearan shuffled her feet slightly, feeling somewhat out of place in the opulent offices of the third highest person at CheckMate Industries. Money went through here, a lot of it. It was apparent. Even with her status, McLearan knew she was one of many. What made it all the more startling was Director Huron's appearance. Standing taller than many men and with a rangy wide shouldered frame and her perfectly coifed auburn hair, she would look equally at home on a Paris fashionway as she did in a business suit. Yet here she was, one of the most well to do women in America. "Of course you realize we're years from a practical test," McLearan commented. "Even though this hasn't been run on anything over a single celled organism yet, I felt you had to be made aware of what the possibilities were." "I had some idea of what you people were up to from the preliminary reports, but I had no idea you were so close to anything." Huron glanced up. "What made you come to me with this now?" "Well," McLearan grew even more uncomfortable. "Truthfully, I didn't know were else to turn." "Is there something wrong?" "I believe there's a security breach." Huron paled slightly. Dr. McLearan could understand that. She worked in one of the most secretive places in the country, outside of military bases and the space stations. If there had been an infiltration it could only be of professional level. "After substantial review of the records of the accelerator and the dimensional arpeture centralization unit, I believe they've been used at unauthorized hours. The problem is that there is absolutely no record in the computers of any of this. The only thing I've got is an inordinately large block of memory freed up for some sort of processing at all sorts of strange hours." "Have you informed anyone of this?" When McLearan nodded no, Huron continued on. "Good. If someone is actually getting in, then security might have a defector or two on it. Don't tell anyone. I'll start my own investigations." Dr. McLearan sighed and slumped her shoulders, surprised at the tension there. Ever since the night before when she had noticed the discrepancies while working late she had been in a state of constant tension. After gathering up her materials, she headed for the door. The smile that had been on Director Huron's face slipped as if it had never been there once the door was closed. Punching a few recessed buttons on her desk, turned her chair and watched a cleverly concealed side door slide open. "Brooke, Andrea, Tiffany, get in here." Even though the hidden door matched the deco of the office and was several inches higher than normal the three women who stepped through had to duck in order to enter the office. Each of them towered over Director Huron, even if she had been standing up. The first, Brooke, was stunning at over seven feet tall. Looking like something out of a beach magazine she padded in on bare feet. Her only covering was a silvery like wrap that just managed to cover her smooth frame. Andrea had to duck further than the others, being inches taller than a regulation basketball hoop. A rather average face with carefully permed short brunette hair was more than made up for by an exquisitely curved body. Muscle layer on muscle layer rippled down, although she still had a very feminine outline. Broad hips and a voluminous bustline made up for her stockiness and it was not until close up that it could be seen that her bicep was larger than the average waist of a normal person. The same wrap as on Brooke graced her body. Tiffany was the most surprising of the three however. Not only did she have to duck to enter the room with her height, she also had to turn sideways to get her truly magnificent prow into the room. Combining the svelte outline of Brooke with the rippled muscularity of Andrea ended up with an incredibly overendowed young lady. Her red hair was carefully pinned back in a ponytail with only a few strands to flip forward over her emerald eyes and generous features. Unlike the wraps on the others, she was stuffed into what had to be a custom made blue leotard. Even allowing that, a great deal of cleavage was exposed. Stretched almost beyond recognition across the front was the logo "Bigger is Better!" in neon red. "You heard." Huron's question was stated so flatly that it became a declration. "She's the one who designed that system." Andrea gestured towards the computer. "Even with your access codes as head of the department, I don't think I'll be able to keep her out of her own setup for much longer. As is, she's suspicious that I've been on sick leave as long as I have." Huron shrugged that one off. "You can't report back to work as her secretary looking like that. No, your spying days on Dr. McLearan are over. When you discovered that she had accelerated her project far beyond what we thought possible and reported it to me was the end of your previous position. How are your tests going?" Brooke spoke up. "They're phenomenal! You wouldn't believe what we've been able to do. Andrea took a direct hit from a wrecking ball down at the scrapyard and wasn't hurt at all! Best estimate without an accurate scale of measurement is that we're all capable of lifting weights in the forty ton range, although Andrea is a lot stronger than either of us. If we keep within the mind-muscle link neural limits, I think all of us, and most especially Andrea, will be in the several hundred and perhaps even a few thousand ton range within a few more treatments." "Can you exceed the neural limitations?" Brooke frowned thoughtfully, her lips pursing in a moue. "No, I think that would be quite unsafe. Too much increase would exceed the brain's capacity to cope with the increased strength and endurance. All we'd be able to do was sit and twitch as nerve endings misfired. It wouldn't be fatal, but would result in a very large and immobile individual. Not exactly what you had in mind, is it. With a little more practice outside..." Huron dismissed the idea with a short chopping motion of her hand. "We can't afford any of you being seen. There's rumors enough with you driving down to secluded areas for your experiments. I don't mind all the little costumed vigilantes here in New York finding out about this, but we can't run the risk of any real superhumans finding out too early. Turning her monitor, she clicked a few keys on a pad. "I'm moving up the operation. I need to be made head director within a month if we want to have continued access to the generator. Without that you three would be back to normal within a matter of days. If we time this right I'll have an army of impossibly large and strong women within six months. After that, the sky's the limit." "What about Dr. McLearan?" "Don't worry about her. Even if she discovers something and takes it to the police we're good to go. I have several very incriminating documents that seem to indicate she's been embezzling from the company as well as committing various illegal and highly unethical experiments with her generator on unborn children. While she's in jail trying to get that taken care of, we'll be able to round up her family. That will provide sufficient leverage to keep her quiet. Who knows, if we're careful, we might be able to bring her in on this of her own free will." Andrea shuffled her feet. "Um, I was wondering..." "Yes?" "When are you going to undergo the treatment?" Huron blinked. "I hadn't really thought of it. Our plan calls for you acting like independent operatives against this company, so I don't want to be seen with you. Any reason I should undergo it?" "Yes," Tiffany finally spoke up, placing her hands on either side of the desk and leaning forward. Even though her elbows were straight her breasts nearly touched the desktop. "There's one very simple reason. It makes you feel... unstoppable. You won't understand us until you do." Unnoticed by the four women, the main office door slowly slid shut with a quiet click. On the other side in the deserted secretaries office stood a pale and shaken Melissa McLearan. Slowly straightening her glasses, she walked off towards the lab section, trying to look nonchalant. Fifteen minutes later while sitting in front of a massive monitor and triple keyboard array, she turned on a small tape recorder. "In case of my death or disappearance this tape will give clue to what is going on. My worst fears have been realized. Not only have all my notes and research been plundered, my project has been taken out of my hands and accelerated to the Nth degree. For safety reasons the first human test subject for the Arpeture Merge project was not planned on for another three years. Although I am locked out of my own files, I can put together a pattern. Essentially, what I have tried to create here is a reliable method of providing superhuman abilities against the increasing activities of such in the world today. Ever since the first powered individuals showed up during world war II there have been attempts to do this. Where others have failed, I appear well on my way to succeeding. What my process does is create a wormhole gate to another dimension of my own discovery within a host body. The benefits of this are tremendous. The energies of this alternate dimension provide fantastic strength and mobility as long as the arpeture is maintained by the computer. Increased height and mass are the most common results. Any kinetic force against the host is largely transmitted through the arpeture into the next dimension, so when coupled with the increased physical toughness makes the host almost indestructible. Apparently Director Huron is a bit more aware of my advances in this field than I had thought. Not only as she exposed three people to the process, one of them my former aid, she also has managed to isolate me from my own computer, the only way of shutting them down. Its processing power is now devoted to them alone. I am afraid that my process is about to be perverted. Instead of selective police officers and military individuals receiving this treatment, it seems that Director Huron has some sort of ulterior motive. I may have just handed her the keys to her own personal power trip." With a click of her thumb, she turned the recorder off. In the next few weeks, McLearan's thoughts proved to be true. Her workspace was shut down for some sort of contaminant leak, never fully explained. Shortly after that attacks began on various subsidiaries of CheckMate by assailants unknown. All that could be conjectured were that the burglars were women, blatantly so, and knew exactly what they were looking for. Millions of dollars vanished in short order, the criminals eluding the police with almost contemptuous ease as well as leaving a broad trail of injured and mutilated security guards in their wake. On a more worrisome note, a strange series of murders had started in the local area. Men with a record of abuse had started to turn up dead, beaten to death by what appeared to be a rather large murderer, judging from the bruise marks left on the bodies. No witnesses were ever found, and after the third corpse had been found castrated the media had applied the nickname 'the bobbit basher' to it. Shortly after that several of the local costumed vigilantes, mostly non powered although a few were low delta class, the lowest superhuman category, had started to show up in the same condition. These attacks as well as the seeming inability of the heads of CheckMate to stop it incensed the shareholders. There was a very good chance of the president of the company being asked to resign. With a little fast talking and some influential backers the next in line was Director Huron. At first McLearan intended to take everything to the police, but Huron's threats made that too dangerous to contemplate. Without being able to cut the three giantesses out of the process, it was too risky. There was only one thing she could do. Her own home system, although far beyond the reach of anyone who was not a millionaire with an extensive background in computer design, was nothing on the Cray supercomputer she had been using at work. It would have to do however. The process worked remarkably well, and with the added improvement of a location transmitter that she could turn off and on by simply removing it from her mouth, she was ready and willing to take on Director Huron and her flunkies. The real problems lay in two stages. One, she had to take out the three women so that her family would not be threatened. Two, she had to do it in such a way or so quickly that suspicion would not be raised. Considering how badly Huron wanted what amounted to superhuman criminals it was a sure bet she had numerous normals at her disposal as well. Now that she was ready, all that was needed was a time when the henchwomen would be making an assault. This proved to be the most difficult thing to figure out, a fact that was endlessly frustrating to McLearan. Able to puzzle out intricacies that had puzzled the greatest minds of humanity for centuries, and she could not even emulate the abilities of a common detective. All too soon the Tuesday meeting rolled around. As nominal head of her department, even if it was inactive, McLearan had to attend. She steeled herself for several hours of dry and uninteresting arguments on how CheckMate's present crisis should be treated as well as who might be best suited to lead them out of it. Director Huron had been pressing hard for the rest of the company to take up her stringent security measures. From the outside it seemed to be working, considering that none of the divisions under her had suffered any serious losses. All too soon the Tuesday meeting rolled around. As nominal head of her department, even if it was inactive, McLearan had to attend. She steeled herself for several hours of dry and uninteresting arguments on how CheckMate's present crisis should be treated as well as who might be best suited to lead them out of it. Director Huron had been pressing hard for the rest of the company to take up her stringent security measures. From the outside it seemed to be working, considering that none of the divisions under her had suffered any serious losses. McLearan felt rather lost in the crowd of suits in the main atrium of the headquarters building. Only those who owned a substantial amount of stock had been invited, but when a company is worth over five billion dollars, that amounts to a goodly group. Everyone was slowly ushered into the auditorium as soon as the president of the company along with his aides and the rest of the board of directors had arrived. McLearan went to take her place somewhat behind and to the left of Huron. "Missy? Missy McLearan?" Turning, she blinked in surprise. A younger man was addressing her. He was not one of the normal crowd as evidenced by the uncomfortable way he wore the substandard deep gray suit he was in. It was not a bad suit, but could not match up with the two thousand dollar custom specials that were all around. Another difference was his age and the way he carried himself. Substantially younger than the surrounding industrial tycoons, he looked to be in his late twenties, about McLearan's age and he carried himself like an athlete. Not enormous, he still had enough size to stand head height over most of the surroundings, with a subtly spiked and short brown hairdo separating him even further from the gray and transplanted hairpieces around them. "Brian Landweir? Brinnie?" she stopped. This was the last place she expected to see an old college friend, and at one time something more, show up. "I haven't seen you in years!" Afire with curiosity, she babbled on. "What're you doing here? This is great! Don't tell me after you vanished from college that you went on to become obscenely wealthy and buy a controlling interest in CheckMate..." Smiling that pearly grin that used to make her knees shake, and still did a bit to her surprise, he sat down in an unoccupied chair. "Nope, I'm not rich and famous yet, but I'm working on it. It's good to see you." Suddenly becoming serious, he continued, "Listen, I want to apologize for how I just vanished like that. I have reasons, good ones, but they can't make up for the fact that I just left your life without so much as a by your leave." "Brian, it's fine. Really!" she commented as she watched the disbelief flash across his face. "I received a letter in the mail from your father a few days after you left, explaining your problems with the government and all." "Really." He looked thoughtfully at her. "How much did he explain?" "Not a whole lot actually. Just that it had to do with the chemical tests he underwent back in the sixties and their possible side effects on you. Basically I was told it was a hush hush thing that had to do with your inactive reserve in the military and all. When I didn't hear from you for several months, I assumed the worst. I'm so glad to see you again!" He smiled and patted her hand. "I'm glad to see you too. Oop, looks like the meeting is starting. Hope to talk to you later." Breaking off, he went to sit down next to the president and an individual who McLearan identified as Senator Aldus after several moments. She contemplated her old college friend for a bit. It was nice to see him again, but what was he doing here? His father had let her know in no uncertain terms that she should not get involved in his disappearance. This return was quite unusual. For the most part the meeting went as McLearan expected it to. Huron started her subtle push for the removal of the president, but for some reason he calmly let it go. It was not until the specific concerns of the meeting, that of the assaults, came up that his game plan came forth. "I realize that many of you feel my recent activities to be rather short of the mark. Well, I wish to assure you that this is not the case. With the gracious aid of Senator Aldus, I have brought in an expert in the field of accelerated humanity. Without further ado, I turn the floor over to Brian Landweir, a SIA operative as well as an alpha class in his own right." McLearan blinked once again. Stranger and stranger. Not only was her old friend one of the highest ranked superhumans around, he was also a member of the Supers Intelligence Agency, the government organization dedicated to policing and enforcing laws and regulations dealing with supers. Watching Huron out of the corner of her eye, she could see this was an unwelcome development, to say the least. Brian took the podium with a cheerful smile and launched into a speech that revealed almost nothing about himself or the SIA, but had the shareholders hanging on his every word. He still had the presence, McLearan mused as she watched him. Brian had always been the smooth talker, the magnetic personality that attracted friends and enemies with equal ease. She would have taken his disappearance much harder if they had not been on a serious downswing in their relationship. As it was, she had forgotten just how attracted to him she had been. She was so engrossed in introspection that she almost did not notice when Huron exited. Quickly getting up and following, she was able to catch a view of the director going up in one of the glass side walled elevators. Heading toward her office to relay the news to her cohorts no doubt. McLearan was stuck. The executive section of the building was accessible only to those who had the necessary passkeys. Being a lab ape, she did not have one. Huron's visit to her office could not be missed however. She rushed toward the lunchroom. Considering the lateness of the hour as well as the importance of the emergency meeting, the cafeteria was empty. McLearan was not interested food however. The door leading to the balcony was more to her interest. The CheckMate building, shaped like a large pyramid, had stepped tiers all the way to the top. Where convenient these had been made into balconies, separated by a distance of fifteen meters. McLearan glanced upward, then started unbuttoning her blouse. Three levels up lay Huron's office. If she could get close enough under one of the office windows, perhaps she could make something out. No one could climb the side from balcony to balcony however. McLearan planned to be the first. Quickly, almost too quickly for her taste, her clothing was off and neatly stacked to the side. All that was left was her frilly pink briefs, her only concession to lace, and a sports bra. She tossed the cube in one hand. "Here goes." She inserted it gently into her mouth. The first moments of the wormhole opening were the most difficult. It quite literally felt like something had exploded in the stomach. McLearan tensed her hands and groaned slightly. Then the rush hit. McLearan knew it was only the linkup between her brain and the excess energy now flowing through her frame, but to her it seemed as if the universe expanded. Endless, limitless vitality burst through her, flooding every pore until she felt as if she were shining light. It felt as if she were not big enough to contain it all. And sure enough, she was not. McLearan watched as her abdominal muscle structure rippled, then bent outward, swelling with the power that filled her. Her shoulders surged wider, pressing against the cool night air that no longer had a chill edge. Bending her arms back, she arched up on her toes and let the change overcome her. A hiss of pleasure escaped her lips as her legs swelled, lengthening slowly. The underwear held on valiantly, barely able to contain the new curves. She could feel her bra stretch tighter and tighter as her breasts grew. Reaching forward, she deftly disconnected the front strap, letting herself out with a pop. Looking down, she watched as she grew from her normal mousy A to a DD and beyond, letting the bra cling around her arms as best it could. For some reason she was not quite sure of yet, the things always outgrew the rest of her, ending up like twin bags of jello on her chest. It was nice to be stacked, but this was almost to the point of ridiculousness. As soon as the process finished, she rubbed a hand down a tingling thigh, the other gently caressing the edge of her breast. "If I can patent this, I'll make a billion," she murmured appreciatively, then turned her mind to the task at hand. There were sensors in the railings, easily overcome by her new form however. A vertical jump of over fifty feet was child's play, and the landing was soundless, absorbed by bare feet and cushioning thighs and calves. The last few feet were the most difficult as she carefully dug her fingers into the insulation edges of one of the window supports and levered herself up. The need for quiet made rapid movement difficult, and it did not help that her chest held her over a foot from the wall. It was sort of like leaning into a very firm pillow, in her opinion. She gave thanks it was dark. A very buxom young lady who was almost unclothed hanging by her fingers seventy stories above the street would raise a few eyebrows, even in New York. By the time she had made it to the right floor, an impromptu meeting had already started in the room inside. "There's no record of anyone by that name," Andrea grouched, carefully pecking away at the keyboard with her oversize fingers. McLearan could barely hear them through the window, but it was enough. "Of course he wouldn't be under that name. The SIA is secretive enough that they probably don't know what half of their operatives are doing at any given time." Huron chewed on her knuckle thoughtfully. "And we're so close as well! This couldn't happen at a more inconvenient time. Blast the president anyway. This is all his doing." "And you," she suddenly snarled, turning towards a defensive looking Tiffany. "This is partially your fault! I didn't want to push anything to the point where any superhumans got involved, but you had to go out and start doing things on your own. Don't deny it, I know what you've been up to." "So I killed a few people, big deal." Tiffany slouched on the floor, her head almost coming up to Huron's level anyway. She crossed her arms underneath her breasts, giving them the illusion of being even bigger with the shelf effect provided. "They all had it coming. It's not like he can actually hurt us you know." "That's not the point! We don't even know what he can do! For all we know he's a mind reader and is picking everyone's brain as we speak." "Then I guess we'll just have to add him to the list. What's the big deal, we all qualify as alpha class ourselves, nowadays." Tiffany shrugged off the entire situation. Huron glared at her for a moment longer. "No, we're not going to kill him, and no, compared to the high end guys, you aren't even close. However, since this is only a minor favor thing with a Senator, we can assume this guy's pretty low on the totem pole. The problem is, if we take him out, then the government will be down on us like a ton of bricks." Huron paced furiously for a moment. "Alright, here's the plan. We're going to have to scrap any long range plans for the moment. The focus is to remove the president from his position and get me in there. That way even if we can't keep you three on the generator, at least I'll be able to work out something for the future. We're not going to kill anyone, but I'm going to find out the itinerary of the president and his little SIA sidekick for the next few days. Tomorrow night you'll stage an attack on him directly. If everyone is roughed up, including the president, opinion should turn against him long enough for me to get him ousted." "Remember, no one dies," she said the last for Tiffany. "What I want here is humiliation. If it looks like the president can't even take care of himself, I'll be able to sway his image easily." "Ya wohl, mein Fuhrer," Tiffany snorted sarcastically. "I... I'm not comfortable with this..." Brooke spoke up quietly, almost too light for McLearan to hear. "Excuse me?" Huron did not seem to be able to believe what she heard. "You heard me the first time." Brooke had gained some reserve. "When this was all going smoothly, it wasn't too bad, but this is getting nerve racking. SIA is nasty stuff! They don't play around, from what I've heard." She hesitated for a moment, then continued on. "Also, I'm tired of being a freak. I want out after tomorrow. Once you're in as president of the company, I want to be normal again." Tiffany jumped up, agast. "You actually want to give up all this?!?" "All what? Hiding out in what used to be an executive office all day? Being an overmuscled mutant with enormous hooters? I just want to go back to the way my life used to be. I'm not cut out for this sort of thing." Huron rubbed her eyes tiredly, then waved down more protests from Tiffany. "All right, all right. After I'm president, we'll reverse the process. But not a minute before! Tomorrow I'm going to need all three of you. What we wish to do is hurt people, not kill them. That way opinion falls and SIA isn't irritated to the point of sending a full team or anything like that. It's a fine line we're on ladies. Don't fall off." Outside, McLearan smirked. Huron did not know it, but she was already slipping. Sliding down from her precarious position, she hopped over the railing and dropped. As soon as she was next to her clothing and had made sure no one was in the area, she spat the cube into her palm. To say that going back to normal was something of a letdown was an understatement. The closing of the portal was the slamming of a gate to something strange and wonderful. Each time McLearan did it she had to resist shoving the cube right back in. The energy boiled off, feeling as if it were escaping from a shrinking balloon. She physically looked like that as well as she seemingly collapsed downward, her body going back to its normal size. The sports bra, now adequate to the task, scraped along the side of her shrinking breasts. As her legs twitched back to normal, she gave a deep sigh and started to dress. The next plan was to find out exactly where the president and his senatorial ally would be tomorrow night. Then all she had to do was be prepared and in the area. Brian sighed, more in irritation than exhaustion, then returned to wandering along behind Senator Aldus and the president of CheckMate Industries as they toured the fourth CheckMate warehouse in as many hours. He had only been in New York for twenty five hours and already he was beginning to dislike it intensely. The original plan had been to assess the problem and report back to SIA headquarters, but that hope for speed had been dashed when he realized that a power struggle was going on between the president and several of his chief directors over just who would be running the company. He was just another piece to be waved around in the jockeying for position. That sort of thing bothered him. It had been years since he had been forced to take such a passive role, and it was galling. On a lighter note it was nice to see Missy again. He had lost track of most of his friends and acquaintances from before. Of all the people that he had to run out on, she was the one that hurt the most however. At first, he had been ordered not to talk to her. After a few years, it was his option, but by then he was sure she had forgotten him. Seeing her at the meeting had been something of a shock, bringing back old memories. It had taken him almost ten minutes to get to the point of talking to her, then she vanished before the meeting ended. Despite her protests that she understood, he feared that she had left rather than see him again. "Hmm?," Brian glanced up, realizing he was being spoken to. "I said, did you have anything to add to our comments for the press?" Senator Aldus looked over to him. With a start Brian noticed that a crowd of reporters had already entered the room and were busy filming and flashing away. A forest of mikes and camera lenses poked at him. Brian frowned for a second, a surge of anger washing over him. Burying it quickly, he smiled and stepped forward. In these sorts of situations he preferred to remain in the background for the sake of his anonymity, but Aldus had taken that opportunity away from him. The older man, seeing this as a excellent publicity coup, spared no expense at alerting the media to his location every chance he got. An apparent relation to an individual in the SIA would add to his reputation greatly. The second Brian had realized this, he started to rebel in subtle ways. For instance, at the moment he was casually dressed in a pair of jeans and a somewhat worn flannel shirt. His sole concession to his position was a guest pass pinned to a front pocket. In several earlier conferences the media had ignored him entirely, concentrating on the more photogenic senator and president. Now the senator was pushing him to the forefront. "Well, I'd just like to add a bit to what I said last night..." Brian started, slipping into the role easily. He did not have a chance to go any further. The sound of one of the side bay doors being ripped off of its tracks brought the clamoring crowd to a dead silence. Almost as one, cameras, boom microphones and recorders turned towards the cloud of dust that had risen from the falling metal. Gasps and comments of "It's them!" started as two figures emerged from the gloom. Impossibly tall, they were very female, with enormous curves that were impossible to hide. Not that they tried, being covered in one piece leotards that clung like a second skin. Barefoot, since shoes just do not come in that size, the only other covering they had were full face helmets with reflective visors. Spotting Brian, they strode forward. Brian stepped backward and shouted, "You, press! Get out of here! Git!" Slowly at first, then with panicked speed as the two giantesses drew closer, the crowd parted. Brian noted almost absently that they were jamming up at the doors as well as that several were spreading out in the warehouse, no doubt to see whatever happened next. His next step backwards brought the back of his head in contact with a soft and malleable surface. Turning, he stared into the valley of what appeared to be some truly enormous cleavage. Hurriedly elevating his gaze, he stared into his own reflection from a third mirrored visor. The voice that came from behind the helmet was out of proportion to the size. It was low, sexy and sultry. "Not bad, are they? Here, want a closer look?" Before he could move, she reached out and grabbed him by the back of the head. With immense strength she pulled him forward, stuffing his face directly into that crevasse before him. Such was her size that he was covered past the ears. A startled yelp, well muffled, was dimly heard. Placing a hand on either side of her prodigious bustline, the woman took a deep breath, then crashed her breasts together. It sounded like two rocks thudding against each other. Brian pulled free with a howl of pain, then clutched at his ears with a grimace of agony. "Whoa, pretty strong there, little guy. The last time I did that I ended up with brains smeared all over myself." With a casual backhanded swipe, the huge woman flung Brian into a pile of crating. For a precarious second it teetered, then fell directly on him, leaving only a foot protruding from underneath. By that time the other two had reached the crowd and waded in, tossing people left and right. The woman who had just buried Brian turned to the president. "Looks like your expected help didn't quite... measure up." The president rolled his eyes wildly from side to side. She advanced until he was against the wall, her bust almost nailing him there. Slowly she reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling it straight above his head until his patent leather shoe tips were about to leave the floor. "Sad," she commented, shaking her head from side to side. "Can't even protect yourself, much less your own company. Tooooo bad..." The president paled to a dingy white and gasped as the sound of bones grinding together became audible. She released him, letting him slide down, cradling a hand that looked strangely deformed and bent. To his credit, he did not cry out, but simply glared at his assailant. Tiffany turned from the president and gave a thumbs up signal to Andrea. Acknowledging with a nod, Andrea turned and poked Brooke, who was busy menacing an unknown camera man. As she approached he steadfastly held his ground, filming away. The lense did not move up from her bust however, staying focused with a determined intensity. "I think we've done enough damage for one day, ladies," Tiffany commented as they turned towards their entrance hole. "You've got that right!" The shout came from above. Before the three could look about, a figure dropped down from the shadows of the support frames for the ceiling of the cavernous room. Landing with barely a noise, it straightened up to reveal a sight none of them expected. A fourth woman fully as large as themselves stood before them. Unlike their more utilitarian helmets and leotards, this person was dressed in a latex or neoprene outfit that started high up the neck and covered all but the arms and legs in a plastine sheen. The zipper front bowed out over the same massive overendowments that they possessed. A faceshield of bright red cloth that did nothing to conceal a cascade of deep black hair completed the spectacle. Despite her dramatic entrance, McLearan so nervous that she was shaking. Part of it was sheer embarrassment at the outfit she was wearing. It had been expensive as hell as well as somewhat risky to order it, but the mail order company in Europe had a history of discreet custom jobs. They had been incredibly curious as to why a suit of this size had been ordered; fortunately things had remained quiet. McLearan's theory behind the suit was that people would be far too interested in her well displayed attributes to even begin to try and figure out who she was. Classic misdirection. Reaching down to where a broad belt encircled her waist, she pulled a complex looking ball of wiring and clamps off. It came to life with an evil hum as she tossed it from hand to hand. "This is the end of it," she stated, then chucked the item at the biggest of the three, Andrea. The ball struck solidly on one thigh, where it seemed to explode, wires flying everywhere and clamping down. Andrea yelped under her helmet, reaching down to pull the thing off. "Not fast enough!" McLearan shouted, and touched a button on her buckle. Andrea was suddenly outlined in a blazing aura. Curses and moans could be heard as cameras burned out and reporters were flash blinded. It was all lost quickly in the howl of mingled pain and loss from the source of the brilliance. In seconds the lightshow had ceased. Andrea fell to the floor, her now too large leotard draped over her like a tent. Her massive headpiece clanked to the floor nearby. She had reverted to her original form. Slowly, with a glazed look, she toppled face forward. "Awright, it works!" McLearan pumped one fist in the air victoriously. Tiffany and Brooke stared at the shrunken Andrea in shock. "My God, she collapsed Andrea's portal.... That's impossible!" Brooke looked up slowly. "Who are you?" McLearan gazed at them levelly, her knees finally having stopped their threats to knock together. Pulling two more balls from her belt, she hefted them. "Who's next." Brooke flinched back, just what McLearan had been expecting. The wire ball hit firmly under her throat, spinning a spider's web of wiring around her neck and even spewing a few leads down her front. The burst of light enveloped her a second later, flaring red white and causing shadows from the crates to dance eerily along the ceiling. Tiffany's reaction was nothing of the same however. Hurling herself forward, she rolled over on one shoulder. The ball passed harmlessly overhead, splatting across a wall. Continuing the roll into a standing tackle, she effortlessly cleared over five meters to slam solidly into McLearan's midsection. McLearan oofed at the solid hit as she felt herself plowed backwards. She slammed into the wall, cracks in the concrete spidering out around her. Tiffany leaned back, removing her shoulder from McLearan's stomach and drew back one fist. Outside, the crowd was still milling about in the parking lot. It could not be called a mob situation, since no one motive had seized the collective mind. Some wanted back in to see what was going on, others intended to stay right where they were. The few wise souls, recalling news reports of people caught in the center of superhuman fight, opted for retreat. With a dull boom of impact and a cloud of dirt, the side of the warehouse blew out along a three meter front. A hurtling shape arced across the street, striking a car and smashing through it with no real lowering of speed. The second car, a blue Impala, was more effective, only rolling up on its side after absorbing the impact. McLearan pushed aside the bits and pieces of car that had cocooned around her, rubbing her shoulder where Tiffany's blow had landed. That one was definitely felt. The suit had held up well, but the mask was a total loss, having been torn by a jagged edge of metal on her landing. Growling under her breath, she kicked the side of the car out and pulled herself loose. Tiffany yanked the helmet from her head, concrete fragments on the visor having clouded her vision to the point of being unable to see. Foolhardy individuals that had remained around started madly snapping pictures. It did not matter to Tiffany however. For the first time she was able to use her full strength, and she was exaulting in it. Laughing, she stepped through the hole in the wall. Down the street she could trace the crash site of her opponent through the shattered remains of a few cars. Assuming that her opponent was at the end of that trail, she smirked. A gentle ahem made her glance to the side. "Looking for me?" McLearan asked, smiling sweetly. She allowed Tiffany a moment to take it all in, letting her eyes widen with surprise and dismay. At just the right moment, she hurled the Chevy Caprice Classic at Tiffany with all her might. The laws of mass and reaction being what they are, McLearan was hurled backwards herself by the force of the cast. Tumbling into the side of a store, she got up quickly enough to see the chevy sailing down the street. Tiffany, spread across the front of the car, had just enough time to turn her head and see the upcoming back end of the parked tractor trailer. "Oh Shi..." The Caprice struck with enough force to roll the trailer bed, shearing it from the cab. Crumpled like an aluminum can, the entire mass slid and crashed along, taking a light pole with it in a shower of sparks. McLearan had no time to gloat however, as Tiffany tore out of the pile of twisted metal, screaming curses. She charged back down the street, great legs pumping, the distance rapidly dwindling. It was almost too easy. Tiffany had obviously lost it, while McLearan had plenty of training in just such a situation. One of the basic tenants of Judo is the redirection of the force of an opponent's attack. McLearan leaned to the side and guided Tiffany's head to an asphalt shattering contact with the street. Reaching to her belt, McLearan allowed herself a bit of elation. She had won. Now all that remained was to place a ball on Tiffany before she recovered. McLearan was not so naive as to assume that the last bit was enough to knock her out. Her thrill of victory plummeted as her hand contacted her side, no belt inbetween. Looking down, she realized it must have been torn away when she had hit the car. The loss of the belt was enough of a distraction that Tiffany managed to regain her feet before McLearan noticed her again. Holding one hand across her nose, she glared at McLearan. Suddenly her eyes lit up in recognition. "Dr. McLearan?" The situation forgotten, Tiffany straightened up. "It is you! Looks like you got further along than we thought." She grinned, "The new look suits you. I hafta get one of those outfits." "I'm here to stop you." "You can't," Tiffany stated. "We'll never be able to actually dent each other, and without your toys, you aren't going to be able to do anything." "Then I guess I'll just have to hold you here until the police or SIA figure out what to do with you." McLearan shifted her weight, preparatory to making a lunge. "Wait!" Tiffany put up her hands. "Hold on. Why do you want to do anything to me? You've felt the power, the same as I. Why let anyone else have it? Between the two of us, we could be invincible, unstoppable. Throw in Huron and between you and her, we could rule the world!" "I don't believe this! Here you are, a mass murderer, trying to get me to believe you won't kill me the second you get the chance." "I only killed men," Tiffany stated in a dignified way. "Only..." McLearan choked. "You're losing it. The mind neural link is shorting out on you, big time. Give up now and I can get you help." "Give up? To you?!" The amount of scorn in Tiffany's voice was amazing. Turning, she patted one hand against her left buttocks. "You want me you're going to have to work for it, sister. There's a way I can beat you, you know. Everyone keeps forgetting I'm the one that broke into your computer in the first place. With a little fiddling and few programs of my own, I can take you easy." "No," McLearan whispered. "No, wait! Don't mess with your neural correspondence! You have no idea what it might do!" It was already too late however. Tiffany crouched and sprang away in a huge leap, landing on a nearby rooftop and dashing out of site. McLearan thought she knew what the other was up to. There was the possibility to increase the speed of the merging of the brain to the body's new capabilities during her process, but the side effects were too serious to even make it worth consideration. In Tiffany's current, somewhat deranged state, she might be plotting something best left alone. "I've got to get to the lab before she does!" McLearan thought she knew what the other was up to. There was the possibility to increase the speed of the merging of the brain to the body's new capabilities during her process, but the side effects were too serious to even make it worth consideration. In Tiffany's current, somewhat deranged state, she might be plotting something best left alone. "I've got to get to the lab before she does!" Brian slowly slide out from underneath the last packing crate, taking in the carnage with a bleary eye. His ears were still ringing, but were nowhere near as bad as right after he had been breast boxed. Shaking his head, he grabbed a nearby man with a press badge on the front of his hat. "Which way did they go?" he shouted, unmindful of the other's broken vidcam. "Through the wall... They went right through the wall..." Brian frowned, then jogged towards the crater leading outside. This was what the SIA feared the most of any situations; an all out fight between two individuals with abilities far beyond the norm. He had to do something and quickly. He arrived just in time to see the discussion between the two battling gargantuans. The revelation of who one of them was shocked him more than he cared to admit. Seeing Missy's face on that great body was a stopper, so much so that he did not make it to them before the other hurtled skyward, vanishing over a nearby roof. A second or two later Missy followed. For Brian several pieces started to click together. He had a pretty good idea of what the projects actually were that he had not been allowed into over the last few days. CheckMate Industries was in for something of a shock, he grimly promised himself. The SIA was small, but due to the growing fear of the general populace about accelerated humanity it had been given extensive power. A judicial investigation with plenty of very large fines was definitely in the future. For now though he had to catch up with the two departing women. Unable to travel as they, he glanced around. Several people in cars, rubberneckers all, had stopped to view the action. Pulling out his badge, he stepped over to the nearest. "Official government business. I need to use your car." He glanced in to see several teenagers eyeing him blankly. "The hell I will! No way you're getting me out," the driver said belligerently. "I just got this thing paid off." Brian reached out and grabbed the side of the half rolled down window. With a squeeze, he cracked the pane and pulled a piece off in his hand. Grinding his fingers together, he stared at the boy, never taking his eyes from the other. Fine glass particles drifted down from inbetween digits. "You don't have to leave the vehicle. Just drive me to CheckMate Industries as fast as you possibly can. You two, in the back. Get out." At a motion from his hand, the other three in the car hopped out, wide eyed and sweating. He climbed in the back as the driver peeled out. "Drive as fast as you possibly can. I'll take care of any police or other problems. This is a major deal here, kid. Do what you have to." Brian settled back, thoughtfully popping his knuckles as the car accelerated, the young man behind the wheel getting into the spirit of things. Something was up, he surmised. Missy was a part of it somehow, which bothered him more than a little. The neutralization of unknown superhumans was his primary job, but he never had to deal with someone he knew before. Especially someone he cared about so much. There was no way she could be crooked on this deal. It just had to be the other huge figure. He held on to that hope. This internal angst had no effect on his preparations. If he had to fight again, this time he was going to be prepared. It would require more power. Fortunately, power was one thing he had plenty of, if only he could access it. Brian, known to the world at large as the superhuman Psinaught, was what scientists called a focused telekinetic. Able to move things with his mind, he had proven unable to manifest any of the classic abilities associated with mentalists, other than increased mental fortitude. His true might did not lie in the range of his attributes but their overall power level. As Psinaught he was perhaps the most powerful telekinetic on the face of the planet. Unfortunately this ability was unusual, to say the least. Brian was unable to visualize picking up something with an invisible appendage like so many of the documented telekinetics. It was easy once he touched the item to be lifted. This gave the impression of vast strength, for after a few moments of concentration, Brian was able to shrug thousands of pounds over his head with one hand. His mind reached deep within himself as well, able to manipulate the brownian motion of his very atoms and strengthen tissues to the point of his being able to block bullets with his bare hands or catch massive weights with little or no effort. The more concentration devoted to this, the more powerful his mind became. The greatest indication of this was the Chicago incident when Brian, his strength augmented by a government psionisist, devastated downtown Chicago in a display of brute force the world had not seen since the great paranormal battles in Berlin at the end of World War II. Concentration was what it took. Normally Brian was able to lift several tons as well as take a blow capable of killing a normal man. This was apparently not enough to slow down the two women. Brian would have to increase. "Focus," he told himself, starting the mental process he had slowly learned through trial and error. "Focus." Breathing deepened as he entered the first stages of a light self induced hypnosis. McLearan peered into the darkened confines of the lab warily. It had been easy to follow Tiffany's trail across town, what with the chunks missing from various rooftops as well as landing marks in the ground from her leaping. She had fallen behind however, no doubt due to Tiffany's greater practice at getting about in a muscle bound form. In all probability Tiffany hadbeen busy for three or four minutes by now. CheckMate was quiet, it being after business hours. All but afew people had gone home for the evening. McLearan had followed the trail in through a twelfth floor window, then up the stairs towards her lab on the fiftieth. Now she was outside the double doors, peering in through the tiny inset window. All that was visible was the fitful glare and flicker of status lights across endless panels. The slow motion of a monitor with its screensaver of exploding fireworks caught her attention for a bit, but that was all. If it were not for the fact that there had been a power flicker as she bounded up the stairs, a sure sign of huge processor demands as well as a possible portal manipulation, she would think there was no one in there. Sighing, she realized she was going to have to go in if anything was to be found out. The hinges squeaked on opening, but it was almost imperceptible as she crept through. The inner lab lights, where the particle accelerator and major apparatus was confined in case of emergency, were on. Glancing about at the second and third floor walkways along the edges of the room, she assured herself there was no one hiding there before proceeding. Stepping up to the steel lined door, she pushed it open a crack. Nothing met her gaze outside of an innocuous looking cabinet bursting with papers crammed into it. A few inches further revealed nothing new. Carefully, she poked her head in. A low laugh, more of a soundless rumble than anything else, caused her to look over to the left. As she did a pair of hands clapped together, her head between them. The door vaporized in the concussion of the impact. The reinforced walls fared better, but shook from the force as well. Desks and equipment scattered in the breeze, monitor screens shattering from overpressure. Lights blew out, to be replaced by the dim emergency glow of recessed systems. Tile peeled up from the floor, carpet rippling as well. Outside, the glass stretches of one side of the building exploded outward to rain down on the streets below in a deadly hail, leaving the bare remains poking out of over fifteen floors. It was as if the CheckMate Industries structure had suddenly spit out something with a horrible taste, leaving a gaping mouth open. McLearan noticed none of this however, being in far too much pain to care. For a moment blackness threatened to overwhelm her, but she struggled out, her head feeling as if it were the clapper on a giant bell. Crouched on hands and knees, she felt the tattered streamers of the remains of her PVC suit, peeled away from her shoulders like so much paper. Starting suddenly, she realized that the cube had been jarred from her mouth. She was normal again, and at a time that could not be worse! "Hmm, looks like I don't know my own strength!" It was Tiffany's voice, but far deeper, more reverberant. McLearan gasped in shock as she saw what had become of her opponent. Tiffany had obviously made it to the Cray and been able to do a few design modificaions. The leotard, hopelessly outclassed, had given up long ago, leaving nothing but a pale glowing nimbus of energy to surround her. Her body, previously large, now loomed into the air over four meters, almost half way to the ceiling of the three story laboratory. Every tendon, every ridge of muscle was starkly outlined under the skin, stretching and straining with a life of their own. Tiffany's irises had been subsumed under a sea of golden light that pulsed and burned from her eyes. Her hair spiked upward in a swath, streamers of sparking crackles jumping around in it. "Welcome Dr. McLearan. Are you impressed by the god your machine has just created? It is wise of you to humble yourself before me." Tiffany smiled, a terrible, mirthless thing. "I never dreamed it would be like this. Your worries, your fears, they are wrong. Your process has made me realize that I am the center of everything! Matter is as nothing to me," she continued, raking one hand across the nearby wall. Five parallel track were left, inches deep. "I am like a god, placed in a gossamer world." McLearan shuddered as she realized what had happened. The feelings of well being, of power that the process gave someone undergoing it had spiraled out of control when Tiffany had taken all of the controls offline. She could no longer be considered in her right mind. One great hand reached down and picked up the tiny cube. "Is this how you managed it? How... quaint." Tiffany laughed again as she examined the tiny thing between thumb and forefinger. "Linked to your home system no doubt. Now, what shall we do with you?" McLearan did not even bother to struggle as she reached out and picked her up by one arm. There was no point in resisting that iron hard grip. Turning slightly, Tiffany tapped the phone on the desk. A few moments later the tiny viewscreen lit up, revealing the face of Director Huron. Emotionlessly she listened to Tiffany as she related what had happened. "It couldn't be helped, I suppose," she sighed, eyeing her now supercharged cohort. "What should I do with her?" Tiffany asked, holding McLearan up to be seen. "Is that the cube you were talking about?" Huron focused on it. "Squeeze it gently." A sharp pop came as Tiffany complied. "Now, put it back in her. Make her swallow it." McLearan gagged suddenly as a thumb dug in the side of her jaw. Tiffany forced her mouth open painfully wide and stuffed the device down past her tongue. McLearan spat and twisted furiously, but it made no difference to Tiffany, who could pulp her to a red smear on the floor with a single motion. "Release her and get on over to my place. I'll be expecting you soon." Huron stared at McLearan. "But she'll get away!" "No, I don't think we have to worry about that. Considering the damage you just did to her locater, an uncontrolled point hole to another dimension is about to open up somewhere in her body." Huron addressed McLearan. "It's probably going to hurt a great deal before it kills you. With any luck, it might even take out most of the building. We wouldn't want to leave any evidence around, would we." The screen flickered off. McLearan stared in shock at the blank screen, stunned by the callousness of what had just happened. The moment of pain came upon her suddenly as she felt the blossoming of the portal somewhere within her middle. This time, instead of the rush of health and of strength that normally came, only a feeling of bloatedness started. McLearan was at a total loss as to what could happen. Her home setup was entirely jury rigged in the first place, leaving several nasty possibilities running through her mind. What felt like a bolt of lightning seared down her back, swirled about in her toes, then raced back up to tingle her hair. Clutching at her stomach, she moaned in pain. The clutching quickly turned into a prodding as she realized that her abdominal region seemed somewhat larger. Looking down, she gasped as she realized her belly was slowly swelling outward. It was not fast, but a noticeable increase was visible. A sensation of weight centered there, as if she were filling up with water. Pressing inward, she felt nothing unusual, except for the fact that she was swelling beneath her fingers. "Ohhh!" she exclaimed as a surge of pleasure raced through her from her touch. Apparently there was some tactile feedback directly to her brain's pleasure centers. The caress of her hands across her expanding waistline was enough to delight. Already she looked about eight months pregnant. Larger and larger still her paunch bulged. The weight was getting hard to support as she staggered against a control panel, supporting herself with one arm. Fear warred with delight as she brushed against the siding. "Looks like you're having fun, Doc," Tiffany commented, poking McLearan just above the belly button. "Wonder what would happen if I would..." Not completing her thought, she jabbed considerably harder, causing McLearan to stagger backwards. It was sort of like getting hit in the gut on a full stomach. McLearan felt as if she would throw up. The effect was not what either of them would have expected however, as she suddenly shrank like a pricked balloon, regaining normal stature in seconds. "Well, so much for that," McLearan commented, then stopped as she felt the surge of bloatedness again. "The portal locus shifted!" This time it was her left breast, noticeable as the nipple almost painfully stood out, followed by a tingle as the flesh around it swelled up. Within seconds her right had followed. This time the growth was not followed by an increase in size or muscle mass however. Instead, she could feel a sensation of weight behind her. Reaching back, she felt about, realizing that her backside had started a minor growth spurt as well. A quick glance to the side revealed that her thighs had done some enlargement as well. All of it was as nothing compared to her bust however. Twin volleyballs hung on the front, bouncing and jiggling with every inhalation of breath. "I... I'm becoming a bimbo." McLearan watched in awe as her chest expanded further, a kind of fascinated intensity coming over her as she swelled beyond the DD range in her opinion. No longer able to see her feet, she could only feel about to ascertain what was going on below. From touch she estimated herself at a curvy 50 - 27 - 38. "This is sort of like watching an inflatable love doll being blown up," Tiffany commented. "Wonder when you'll stop doc? Maybe you won't. You'll just keep on getting bigger and bigger..." The raw manipulation of her emotional state was missing this time, but it was not needed for the jolt of fear from this statement. Already she was overbalanced enough to have a hard time moving as she tried to run for the door. A massive jerk of her breasts to the left and she was thrown into a cabinet. Cursing inertia, she stumbled to a stop and wrapped her arms about her new front, barely able to touch fingers in front. Squeezing inward proved to be of little use as everything squished upwards into her face. "Stop this! You've got to help me!" Tiffany shook her head negatively. "Nope, sorry. Director's orders." McLearan staggered forward, then lost her balance and went over backwards. She was nearly knocked out as all the weight of her now beanbag sized breasts came down on her, pinning her arms to her sides under their weight. "This can't be happening!" "Oh, but it is. What a way to go. She shuffled off this mortal coil at the hands of her own tits. Maybe you'll bury yourself and suffocate before the portal really goes beserk." McLearan could only watch in horror as her body, out of control, inflated ever larger, swelling up and ballooning like some huge air compressor was forcing pressure into her. Her breasts mounded ever higher above her, pinning her arms to the fingertips and rolling down over her legs. It felt as though a cow were sitting on her chest and she could only bleat her panic at the unsympathetic Tiffany. "Well, I gotta go. It'd be nice to hang around here and see just how big you got." Tiffany eyed McLearan's desk sized breasts and frowned. "Then again, maybe not. I'm getting jealous. Bye-bye, boob girl." "Leaving so soon?" Tiffany stared at the outer door in amazement. There stood Brian, taking in the scene. He only spared McLearan's monumental concerns a single look before turning his attention to the new and improved Tiffany. "Ready for round two, ya ugly lump?" Tiffany snarled, her hair standing up in crackling rictus. Charging across the room with floorshaking strides, she bore down on the unmoving Brian. At the last second he stepped forward, shifting his weight along one leg and looping one fist behind her knee as her punch smoked by just over his head. Twisting, he flung one leg out from underneath her, bringing her down on her bust with an enormous grunt and a several foot bounce. Such was her momentum that she slid down the hall and over the edge of the shattered window with a startled yelp. "Ha! Don't mess with someone who can control inertia!" Turning from the hall, Brian ran towards McLearan. "The fall should keep her busy for several minutes. We've got to get you out of here!" "No... time..." McLearan gasped out. "I'm..., oh god,... I'm too far along. The portal's gone wild. She panted furiously for a moment. "Two options... I'm either gonna explode... or implode." She moaned as he levered her forward, rolling her breasts so they dragged her up to a standing position. Clutching his arm, she turned bright eyes on him. "You've got to get out of here! I don't want to take you with me." To his credit, Brian looked at the door for only a moment before turning back. "No. I left you once." He turned an anxious gaze on the consoles around them. "There's got to be a way to stop this! I won't let you die." "Only... way now." She paused and groaned loudly as her breasts swelled larger, creaking and groaning as they lifted her feet from the floor. "Is to collapse the portal with feedback. It's uncontrolled though, so that'd... that'd take the force of a small nuke. Run! You have to get Director Huron. She's behind this." "You aren't going to die." Cold steel gray eyes looked into hers from a few inches. "I won't let you. Were's the portal. Exactly where!" "Swallowed transponder. In my middle." She squirmed in pleasure as he ran fingers along her sides, probing. "I can feel it. It's like a hard surface just under the skin." "That's the... event horizon. It's huge! Ooohhh... I'm gonna pop!" She clutched at the sides of her breasts as she rose even higher. "No." Brian felt along her waist until he had a hand on either side, just above her hips. "No." Slowly, with increasing concentration, he started to squeeze. "What... What're you doing?" Her question went unanswered as she felt his grip grow stronger. There was almost no give, the portal threading throughout her entire abdomen. A sparkle of static discharge danced across Brian's hand, arcing down his fingers. Closing his eyes, he let his grip increase steadily, ignoring McLearan's gasped comments, questions and pleas. Running through his mind, thought over in every exacting detail, was a scene of her, bloated beyond belief, exploding like an overinflated balloon. This played again and again until every moment, every detail was crystal clear. There was one thing that was causing it. That sphere in Missy's body. It was going to kill her. It had to be stopped. It must be crushed. All of his will, all of his thoughts, all of his mind focused down on that one thought. McLearan swelled again, her growth now coming in regular spurts. It was a good thing she was in such a large room or by now the tops of her chest would be brushing a standard ceiling. Brian snorted, shoulders tensing as he suddenly heaved McLearan off the floor, holding her up by the waist. She hung over his head, her breasts looming over them like twin blimps. A band of lightning encircled her middle, sparking from one hand of Brian's to the other. Brian brought his full strength to bear. It was like being inside a car crusher, McLearan thought. She could feel it. The warping and distorting of the event horizon as forces she could barely comprehend fought for dominance within her. Brian's power clawed at her skin, sending shivers through her as the pressure from the portal fought outward. Massive jolts of energy jumped outward from Brian, static buildup from psionic generation. A desk shattered under the onslaught, then a cabinet. St. Elmo's Fire shimmered along the edges of the structure, lighting up CheckMate Industries in unearthly flame. Brian's will fed his strength, which in turn fed his will in a loop that had started a geometric rise to infinity. The upper thirty stories exploded. It was not a normal explosion, full of fire and smoke. Instead all the material suddenly leapt outward, shattering and reshattering in a reverberating thunder that could be heard for kilometers. The top of the building had been sheared off neatly, even with the fiftieth floor. In the center was a smooth concrete plain, with only two figures to mar it. McLearan shook her head and sat up. Patting her arms furiously, she looked down at herself, fearing the worst. Massive musculature and a great bosom met her gaze, but no bigger than she recalled it as being from earlier. "I... I'm ok!" "Not for long." McLearan looked up to see Tiffany moving to stand up, having just pulled herself over the edge. "Muscles or not, I'm going to squash you like a bug." "I don't think so." Brian walked forward, dust on the floor rolling back from him in waves. Rippling waves of gold steamed off of him, rolling upward to dissipate into the air. "I've never been this high. I could move mountains. If you don't surrender right now, I'm going to annihilate you." Tiffany rose over him. From McLearan's perspective his gold rimmed frame stood before her hulking form that extruded strength from every pore. "I am a goddess." She enunciated clearly. "You may not tell me to do anything." "You are a menace. As a fully licensed operative of the SIA, I have the right to remove any rights of humanity from you. If I do so you are no more than an animal, to be hunted and killed by whatever means necessary. Don't make me do that." One huge fist raised high. "Of course I'm not human. I'm better than that!" The blow was tremendous, shaking the building to its foundations. Brian did not even flinch. A flare of gold rolled out from his feet, flickering past McLearan almost like a wave. "As you see, you can't hurt me. I'm anchored to this entire block. I can't be moved. Now surrender or I will have to hurt you." "Hurt me? No one can hurt me! I'm unstoppable! Take your best shot!" With that Tiffany presented her chin at Brian's level. Brian smirked back at McLearan. "Hold on to something." Turning to Tiffany, he commented, "You asked for it. This is the big leagues you're playing in now. The first thing to remember is that no matter how good you are, there's always someone who's got a bit more. What you're doing is called a 'mistake'. Learn from it." He leaned back. McLearan was glad for her returned strength and durability in the next few seconds. The shock wave from Brian's strike nearly tore her from the ground. Only by quickly digging her fingers into the tile and concrete was she able to save herself. The howling windstorm abated after a moment, leaving her and Brian. Of Tiffany there was no sign. McLearan rubbed at the buzzing in her ears as she sat up. Brian walked over after peeling his feet out of the smoldering holes they were buried in. The floor was warped and deformed around him, melted into strange and twisted shapes. He sat down next to McLearan and sighed. "Are you ok?" she shouted, unnecessarily loud due to her hearing loss. "I'm fine." He noticed her quizzical look. "I'm fine!" he spoke up. "It's just that I'm coming down from a power high. It's sort of like reaching out and touching the sky, then having to go home to a cave. I'll be fine in a while." Placing his hands on his head, he slouched over. Slowly, almost hesitantly, she placed one hand on his back, noticing how large it was in comparison. She must be back up to the nine foot range. "I just wanted to thank you. For saving me, I mean." Those gray eyes fastened on her again. "All in a day's work." "Where's Tiffany?" Brian squinted upwards. "Judging from the angle I hit her and the force involved, I'd guesstimate low orbit in a little bit." He snickered at her stunned look. "C'mon, I just collapsed a portal to another dimension. Don't you think I'd be able to hit a few ton babe hard enough to give her escape velocity? That really isn't that high a speed. I gave her the option of surrendering, she just didn't take it." He sighed again. "She really was a menace, you know. Whenever anyone starts tripping on the illusion that they're superior to everyone else trouble follows. SIA's been authorized to be pretty nasty in such a situation. It doesn't make me feel any better for what I did to her though. From what I've seen of your process, she might live a long time." "How did your clothing survive all of that? Mine crapped out pretty quick." "Hmm? Oh, well. My power reinforces me, making me tougher. It also can be applied to surrounding things. Clothing is easy. I can also anchor myself to things, like I just did to this entire area. That's what all the light was. If I hadn't done that, I'd be buried about a mile deep from launching Tiffany there." Brian shook and nearly slid over. Shifting her hand, McLearan pulled him upright, then towards her. "Here, lean on me." With the way she was sitting and her extra height, his head was pillowed on one breast as he leaned back with a sigh. "A guy could get used to this sort of thing. Why are you at that size? I thought something went wrong, considering the way you were puffing up when I came in." "I am quite the dairy queen all of a sudden, aren't I," she smiled, then became serious. "Something did go wrong. I think I'm stuck here for now, sort of like Tiffany is stuck at her size. You two pretty much vaporized the computer system here at the labs. I'm gonna be big from now on, unless I figure out a way to fix it. What's going to happen to Huron?" "Plenty." He leaned even more, smushing his head around a bit, smiling dreamily with his eyes closed. "With you around as really obvious evidence, she's going to spend a very long time in jail. The laws on human modification are quite strict and getting moreso all the time as each new superhuman pops up. We scare normal people pretty badly." "Brian?" He rolled his head back, looking up at her backwards. "I really appreciate what you did today. You didn't have to stay." "Yes, yes I did." He pulled himself upright, leaning on her shoulder. With her sitting down, they were about the same height. "Missy, I may have run out on you when I was first starting to learn to deal with these abilities, but that's because I was scared. I'm not scared anymore, and the important thing here is that I still... I still love you. I realize after all that you have reason to never talk to me again, but at least you know how I feel." "So, what are you going to do with me?" she smiled slowly. "Hide me away as your three meter love slave in some dingy apartment?" He blinked, then laughed quietly. Their lips drew closer together, his coming in over her shoulder in order to get around her chest. The news helicopter coming up and shining a light down on them startled them out of the moment. "Oh great! And me bare ass naked!" McLearan shouted, angrily waving them off. She felt her head being turned to the side as Brian pulled her chin into alignment with his. "Ya wanna know what I'm going to do? How about a job? SIA's always looking for someone with a brain and you can get far on my recommendation." It was her turn to blink, then laugh joyously. "Can I be your junior sidekick? Howabout a really tight spandex outfit? Considering you just blew up my previous place of employment and are probably going to arrest my boss in the near future, I accept." He grinned. "First things first. Rule number one of being a super hero. Screw the press. Do what you want on your free time and let your boss worry about putting a positive spin on it later!" With that he kissed her. The wind from the helicopter buffeted them and the camera crews filmed away, but they were not something of importance.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Clean Popping, blowkiss, first person, magic, potion Text: It just seemed like your average day. I went to work, I did my job, and I then I was fired. Don't ask how, I barely know. I went home around eight. Feeling depressed that I lost the only job I was good at, I just turned on the TV and watched a movie. It was a romance, which made reminded me of my late husband, Ricky. He died on a cruise that was supposed to be our honeymoon. Feeling sick, I turned off the TV and went to bed. I had a dream that I was with Ricky, kissing at sunset, just like the movies. Then I woke up. Typical. Reality couldn't let me be happy for a few more minutes? I got up and prepared for a new day. I saw an ad on TV last night about a new job opening at a new place called Inflatex. Seeing how I need a job, I went there shortly after breakfast. I was expecting a huge lab or building for the company, but instead it was an old, run-down house. Inside looked a little better. It was at least furnished. But there was nobody around. "Hello?" I shouted, "I'm here for the job opening." A door opened to my right and a deep voice said "Enter the door and we will begin the interview." A little creeped out, I went in. It was a dark room with a table in the center. On the table was this weird blueish-grey liquid. "Before we begin," said the voice, "Have a drink. I insist." Not wanting to be impolite, I took the liquid and drank it. It tasted weird, like plastic mixed with soda. "How was the drink?" asked the voice. "Not bad, but I've had better," I replied, "What was it?" "That does not matter right now Kara." said the voice. I shrugged it off then froze. How did he know my name? I began to get a weird feeling. I felt like I was becoming sturdier. I looked at my hand and gasped as it looked like plastic. I quickly looked at other parts of my body and was shocked to see that I was becoming plastic. "What did you do to me you fre-mumph." I was cut off as my neck became plastic. I winced as I felt the last of my flesh become plastic. I tried to speak, but I found I couldn't. "What I did to you was allow your most cheerished fantisy become a reality." said the voice. Oh how I wanted to see who had done this to me. But what would he know of my childish fantasy? I looked around to try and find the soarce of the voice. "If your looking for me, I'm right behind you, my little baloon." I turned around to see Ricky. My jaw dropped in awe. All anger I had was forgotten. And I ran up to my love and hugged him. I mouthed an 'I thought I lost you' to him. "I didn't die, rather I was saved by a strange man. You want to hear the story?" I nodded. "I thought I was dead. I drifted to a beach where an old man came and brought me back to his hut. He healed my wounds and taught me magic. Yes, I said magic. It's all real! He taught me how to make a potion to turn you into an semi-indestructible rubber so you can inflate yourself any way you see fit." explained Ricky. He was the only one who knew I was an inflation fetish. But what did he mean by semi-indestructible? As if he read my thoughts, he said "You do have a limit, however. But if you pop, you'll just pull yourself back together. One catch though, it prevents you from talking, but who cares? We're together again." I couldn't agree more. We kissed. I moved to kiss him again. But instead of continuing the kiss, he began to blow air into me. It felt really good. I felt my stomach push outwards with each breath. After a while, I looked three months pregnant. Ricky moved to a part of the room and revealed two air tanks. "If you want helium, nod once. If you want air, nod twice." I nodded twice. Ricky grabbed a hose and placed it in my mouth. He opened the valve and air began to rush into me. I noticed that my boobs began to grow as well as my butt. I wanted to see how big I could get. After about five minutes I looked nine months pregnant with quadruplets with basketballs for boobs and my butt felt like an airmatress. I was amazed my clothes could even hold it all at this point. Ricky asked me if I wanted to continue. I nodded. My clothes began to break after thirty seconds. First my jeans exploded to reveal a chair sized butt and thighs to go with it. Then I felt my shirt rip apart to reveal a braw fighting to contain boobs the size of a small table. Eventually, those shot off to. I was about the size of a car and I still kept getting bigger. I felt like I could pop at any moment. Though I trusted Ricky when he said I would just pull my self back together. Ricky stopped the airflow and removed the hose. He climbed on top of me and kissed me again. Then he pulled out a bike pump. I nodded and he placed the end into my mouth. He began pumping furiously and I got even bigger and bigger until.... BOOM!!! I woke up an hour later to find myself naked in the room I exploded in. I looked around to see Ricky smiling at me. "I told you that you'd live. By the, I got you some new clothes while you were pulling yourslef together. These will fit you better as the will strech with you. And here," he handed me a pair of swimwear and a mini whiteboad with a marker to go with it. "This way, you can share your thoughts with me. Now, about that job. This is our new company, I'll make ballons andproducts that inflate people and you can be the model. What do you think?" I wrote 'I can't think of a better job.' He smiled and we kissed. Then again, he began to blow me up.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, slime Text: After Maldelya had been changed into a slime girl she was immobilized on her huge belly of slime. She kicked her fat legs and swag her fat arms but she couldn't move. She didn't know how the Slime Queen could shape her body into different shapes and move so freely. The slime of her body was very stiff and basically human flesh that looked like green slime. A month had passed of her struggling and from all the energy used fighting her obesity she had burned off slime from her body. Still plump she got to her feet finally explored the old fort she had been trapped in. She tried to open the Slime Queen's chamber but found no way into it. She searched the place over, knowing that her body is limited. She found an old, discarded tome that shed some light on her slime abilities. The most basic of all being that she need to eat food or slime to produce more slime. Although, she had her fill of being pumped to the max with slime, she knew that was the only way of survival. She also found a page that explained how to change her form back to look human but it would use a considerable amount of slime to cast the spell. Maldelya had slimmed down to what would look like a 250lbs. woman. She didn't have full mobility but she could walk and run at a certain speed. Caravans of supplies would pass on the road close to the old fort. She planned on raiding it for her slimy needs. She didn't like that others would go hungry but it was for her own survival and for her eventual revenge on the Slime Queen. A caravan slowly traveled the road as Maldelya used her green hue to blend into the foliage on the road side. She stepped out in front of it, in the middle of the road. "By the gods!" screamed the old man driving the horses of the first cart. "I'm sorry but I need your food," said Maldelya apologetically. "Grumo, there is a demon on the road that wants to eat us!" screamed the old man behind him. A large man in armor stepped out from around the cart with a greatsword ready. "Back demon!" yelled Grumo. At first Maldelya backed from him then she remembered that as slime she was immune to physical attacks. She stood up tall to him, "Just give me some of your food, I don't eat people." "Die!" yelled Grumo. He swag the greatsword through Maldelya's abdomen and just like she had thought the blade travelled through her harmlessly. He continued to swing at her as she walked pass him and climbed into the cart. "Come out of there, demon!" yelled Grumo into the cart. "I'm not a demon, I'm a slime girl, stupid," yelled Maldelya back to him. All his yelling and fruitless attacks annoyed her. She opened great sacks of food and pushed them into herself. The slime inside her bubbled and devoured the food. Also, she started to blow up like before. Annoyed and not paying attention she dumped a whole sack into herself. Her breasts blew up and filled the back of the cart, pushing against each side. Her butt also filled out and her ass tightly grew into the cart. "Oh no, I think I over did it," she thought to herself as the cart started to creak. "It's too much for us, it's gaining strength. Abandon this cart, retreat to the others and let's go now!" commanded Grumo. Maldelya cautiously watched her body balloon bigger and bigger, her belly filled out larger than it ever had. By the time the sides of the cart gave out to her expansion, the caravan was gone. The weight of her also made the wheels break and she rolled down the road. "Not this again!" she yelled in anger. Her body once again stuffed to the max and growing to the size of two cows. This time however she was propped up on her belly and butt. A few hours later she got to her knees then eventually her feet. She waddled very, very slowly back to the fort. The double doors of the fort never felt so narrow as she pushed her body through them and over to the tome. It took a tremendous amount of focusing but Maldelya was able to pull it off in time. Apparently, the town of Crystalgate heard of the swelling gel monster that attacked the supplies caravan. Heroes had come to slay the nasty beast but by the time they found the old fort and walked through the open doors, it was too late. "Show yourself, demon!" yelled a young warrior in full plate armor. He was followed by two other warriors that held their weapons out as well. Just moments before Maldelya had used her energy to learn how to change to look human and back. The young warriors blushed through their helmets at the sight of a nude Maldelya. She had slimmed down to normal again from casting the illusion spell. She had to come up with something quickly. She threw herself upon the lead warrior, "Help me, please! They demon kidnapped me and was attacking me before you go here. It took off all my clothing and was about to dress me in toppings before you showed up." The youngsters believed every word of her fable. "Where is the demon now?" asked the warrior in the back of the trio. "In there," Maldelya pointed to the sealed door to the Slime Queen's chamber. "Do you think you could lean a lady some clothing?" asked Maldelya, poorly concealing her body with her hands. The three men took one article of clothing off to share with her, she got a shirt from one, pants from another, and boots from the third. As they tried to enter the Slime Queen's chamber, Maldelya snuck out of the fort and into the world. It felt great to look human again but she need that she would need food again soon. This time she knew that she would have to eat it smarter. She couldn't just stuff herself because she might grow out of control again. She thought at first she could eat just as much as a human to say alive but she soon found out her metabolism was much greater than before. She had to eat three times as much to stay her normal shape. Which made it impossible for her to get a job and pay for all the food that needed consuming. She had to resort to stealing food from the rich. Breaking in at night and stuffing as much meats and desserts as she could into a bag. For years she did this to survive and the robberies made her more and more infamous. She gained the name, the Raccoon. The night scavenger that takes all of your food. She tried her best to only take from the riches and fattest but she found it impossible to rob the same family twice. She used her sword fighting skills to fight off guards without killing them.Twenty five years had passed since she had turned into a slime girl. She looked as if she had not aged a day from being made of pure slime. She collected all the tomes from the old fort near Crystalgate and put them in her hideout in the sewer of Phallengar, a much larger city than Crystalgate. She gained new abilities as she read through the tomes but she couldn't decipher all of the tomes. She was able to push through bars and rejoin herself and she could transform some of her slime into clothing, so she never had to buy new clothing when her shape changed. Even though she could make her body into any shape, she chose to be very slim so that she could escape guards that chase her and if her bag grew too full of food she could eat some of it and still be able to escape. Her life was just the same thing over and over until one night she was attempting to rob a great general in his castle. Everything was going smoothly as she crept into the castle and pass the guards until she tripped over a tripwire in the courtyard. A net sprung from the ground she was standing on and pulled her up into a tree. She got a good grip on her sack and melted through the ropes. "That was the net trap over here!" yelled a guard in the distance. As Maldelya poured pass the cracks in the webbed rope she pulled the sack through the hole as well. She formed back into a human and ran away into the castle. She could hear the guards behind her, loudly stomping in their armor. Maldelya ran to the kitchen which she found by chance and knew there had to be a storeroom nearby. She found the storeroom and as she shut the door behind her she turned around to the grandest sight of food she had ever seen. There were rolls, pastries and meat of all kinds everywhere. She could not see the tables that they sat on, it looked as if they had just piled them all on the floor. Her belly growled for it had been a long while since she had last ate. The guards stomped towards the storeroom and Maldelya knew she had to hide. When the guards swag open the door and looked around. All they could see was the mounds of food everywhere. "Where did she go?" asked one guard. "I don't know but she'll come back for this food, don't go far," answered the other guard. Both guards left and Maldelya's legs were getting tired. She had held herself up on the ceiling supports, just out of sight of the guards. Suddenly, she thought of how stupid it was to get up there. There was no way down but to fall, if she let go with either her arms or legs she'd fall on her head. Of course, it wouldn't hurt her but she was right above the largest part of the food. Even with slime appendages, her limbs grew tired and she couldn't afford to lose much more slime energy. She attempted to use momentum to sling herself away from the food but she slipped. Falling bottom-first towards the mountain of pastries. She landed hard on the table and she quickly stood and hurried away from the food. She turned and, in horror, saw the dent she put in the mound of food. There was a crater as big as herself in it. She lifted her black leather tunic to check the damage. She turned her skin to slime and saw that she was completely stuffed with food. The bubbling started inside her and her chest began to rise. She didn't have much time she had to get farther from the food. For if she going too close she could grow and keep eating the food she touches. As she stepped forward, she felt resistance from her ass swelling in her black leather pants. She pushed on to the storeroom down, slowly more and more. She got as far as she could from the food but her ass filled up like beanbags and burst her pants. She had to stand still and feel her slime expand with energy. Her tits rapidly expanded and broke through her tunic with ease. When her rear end and chest were at ridiculous proportions her belly joined in. "No, no, no!" she loudly whispered to her own body. She couldn't believe how fast she was growing, it had to be from the food being so sugary. "Did you hear that?" asked a guard outside the storeroom door. "I think she's in the storeroom," said the same guard. Maldelya prayed to the gods that her body would stop growing and she got her wish. Of course the expansion only stopped because the great amount of food in her depleted. She was huge once more and so fat that she couldn't walk this time. It had been twenty-five years since she had been this heavy and she loathed it. She used her magic to produce another set of black leather clothing for her obese form. The guard opens the door and instantly spotted Maldelya, "Oh my gods!" "What is it?" asked the other guard outside. "You better take a look at this," called out the guard looking upon Maldelya. He chuckled at her and she blushed heavily. The other guard popped his head around the corner. "What am I looking at?" asked the second guard. "I think that's the Raccoon," answers the first guard as he approaches Maldelya. "Why is she so ... huge?" asked the second guard, entering the storeroom. "I'm not sure, I guess she ate herself this fat," pondered the first guard. The first guard pointed to the large chunk of food that was missing from the room. "By the gods, she eats like a pack of wolves. Can she talk?" asked the second guard. "Yes, and I don't want to hurt you so you better back off!" yelled Maldelya. The second guard took her bluff but the first guard approached her. "Step back, I'm a powerful wizard and I'll turn you to a toad!" bluffed Maldelya. The first guard reached out and tapped Maldelya's belly. He laughed at her fattened body as it giggled with his touch. "Really? If you can transform people then why are you as big as a cow?" asked the first guard. "I... " this took Maldelya by surprised. Soon the second guard joined in with the first guard as they poked her body and questioned her. After getting no information from Maldelya the first guard said, "Put her in the dungeon." "How exactly am I supposed to do that?" asked the second guard with much surprise. "She's fat, roll her!" commanded the first guard who throw his cape before marching away. It was a strange sensation for Maldelya to feel the slime in her slosh around as the lone guard pushed her through corridors and narrow doorways. It took a hour but eventually down some steps and pass other guards, the guard rolled Maldelya into the dungeon. Luckily for the guard the door to the cell was very large and that was the easiest part of his job. Once her finally pushed Maldelya's round body into the cell and locked it, he was completely exhausted. "Gods... save... me..." he muttered as he dragged his feet walking away. Maldelya was busy thinking of a way out when something ran into her. "Oh sorry, I didn't know I had a guest," said a man with a large blue blindfold on. He also had his hands bound behind his back. "I would love to chat with you but this blindfold not only blocks my vision but I can't hear very well with it on either. So would you mind helping me out?" asked the man. Of course, he couldn't wait for an answer so he felt his way along Maldelya. She could see the look on what was visible of his face that he was very confused at what he was feeling. He ran his head all the way to her hand and Maldelya pulled the blindfold off for him. His short blonde hair nearly sparkled in the dim light while he stumbled around. He blinked excessively to adjust his eyes. Once he could see correctly he was stunned at the visage of Maldelya. "God's eyes, look at you!" said the man. "Shut up!" yelled Maldelya, highly embarrassed at her current size. The man was rather handsome for a dirty prisoner. "Well, all we got is each other so we might as well be friends," the man smiled at her with fraudulent innocence. "I guess so. What are you in here for?" asked Maldelya. The man paced with his hands behind his back, "Just a simple misunderstanding that lead to an argument. Someone points the finger at me and here I am, bound and blinded. What are you in for?" "I ate some of the general's food," said Maldelya. She was subconsciously rubbing her belly and looking away from the blonde man. "Some? Looks like you took out the whole kitchen!" laughed the man. Maldelya turned to him to cut her eyes at him deep. "The way I see it, with an appetite like that. You could easily eat through these bars," said the man, pointing to the bars with his head. "This sentence is going to take forever if I'm going to be insulted about my size all day," huffed Maldelya. "Something's not right about your story. No human in the world could eat that much and survive. I'm guessing curse," winked the man. "Close enough," muttered Maldelya. The man drew his attention to a clump of dirt on the floor and kicked it. "So why would a pretty girl like yourself go anger a wizard?" the man asked. "It was actually more like a slime queen," Maldelya explained. The casualness of the man faded and he turned his full attention to Maldelya. "Slime queens don't curse people, they turn them into thralls and consume their bodies. There's no way a slime queen would curse you to feed like crazy. So don't lie to me," the man sounded genuinely serious. "Slime queens? There is more than one?" asked Maldelya. "There aren't any! They were all wiped out a century ago by witch hunters. Even if this so-called slime queen cursed you, you'd be a slime and you're not a slime," said the man. Maldelya temporarily changed into her slime form and back while he was watching. "By the gods! You were serious... this is very interesting! A green slime girl no less, oh you are precious," said the man with mounting excitement. "What's so special about me being green?" asked Maldelya. "You're independent, unlike the other colored thralls a slime queen can make. You could potentially become a slime queen yourself if you gained enough power," the man said. "How do you know all that about slime queens?" asked Maldelya. "Oh, I'm a wizard. Couldn't you tell? Why else would they bind my hands and cover my eyes? They think I'll hex them but I wouldn't do all that. Hexes are complicated, I'd just set them all on fire," the man smiled again. He approached Maldelya and looked over her body with renewed interest. "The name's Loursan by the way," said Loursan. "Maldelya," responded Maldelya. "Pretty name. Ok, Maldy, since you're overloaded at the moment and I'm low on energy, you're going to share some with me," Loursan said very quickly. "Share what now?" asked Maldelya. "So don't get offended by this," said Loursan. He used the bridge of his nose to inch up her tunic and laid his face flat against her bare belly. Maldelya felt a tingling sensation on the spot that his face was laying. Subtly she started to deflate in size. Loursan's hands glowed with magically light and the binds on his wrists burned off and freed his hands. "Now that is much better," he said, massaging each of his shoulders. "You... shrank me," said Maldelya. Loursan laughed, "No, I took of your energy. See, your slime is actually a physical form of magical energy. That is why it depletes whenever you use your abilities. Wizards as talented as myself can take that energy but not all of it. Sorry I couldn't make you smaller, I'm sure you're a real looker when you're not stuffed to the brim with slime," smiled Loursan. "Are you going to bust us out now?" asked Maldelya. She used her ability to re clothe herself because the last pair was too big after being drained by Loursan. "Why don't you just divide and push through the bars? You could get the keys and we could sneak out. I want to hold onto this energy for a while, no need in wasting it all on fighting guards," explained Loursan. "I can use a sword very well if I were thin enough. I can't divide however, I haven't learned that ability yet," explained Maldelya. "You have to learn it?" asked Loursan. "What? All that knowledge of slime girls but you didn't know we have to learn all our abilities?" asked Maldelya. Loursan frowned at her, "Fine, I'll help." When he raised his hand to Maldelya, she wanted to tell him to stop but he fired out a light from his fingertips into her. She felt her body pull in four directions. She soon saw three copies of herself all nude. In unison, they clothed themselves before Loursan could admire the view. "There you go, now you can move around," said Loursan. The four Maldelyas were about her normal size and weight and all looked at each other in wonder.They were completely identical, "This is weird, do we all have our own minds?" asked Maldelya. "I guess you didn't learn that abilities either, Maldelya. Usually slime queens work as a hive mind which makes them so dangerous. However, with each one indepently thinking, it's only a dangerous to yourself," explaind Loursan. "Why is it dangerous to myself?" asked another Maldelya. "You'll each think that the others are copies and expendable. You can easily turn on yourself as that part of you thinks they are the original. I hope to the gods that you like yourself or you might do yourself harm. You must all keep in mind that you ALL are Maldelya and when you rejoin, you'll merge back into one," explained Loursan. The Maldelyas cautiously looked each other over. Then one by one they pushed through the bars and picked up swords on the other side. "I'd love to swordfight myself," laughed a Maldelya. "Another time, we have to get out of here," said another Maldelya. "Don't tell me what to do, I know just as well as you do what needs to be done," barked the first Maldelya. "Ladies! If you wouldn't mind releasing me," yelled Loursan from inside the cell. All four Maldelyas forgot about him, still taking in that each one of them had copies to watch out for. One of them took up the keys that hung on the wall and opened to cell door for Loursan. "It's best if we sneak out this way," suggested Loursan pointing east. "The hell with that, I say we take the fight to them!" yelled a Maldelya. The others cheered her on. "They got their laughs in now its time we get to laugh!" yelled the same Maldelya. Just then a group of guards entered at the sound of all the yelling. "Hey, you lot! Get back into the cell!" yelled a guard. The other guard looked from Maldelya to Maldelya. "Why do they all look the same?" he asked nervously. "Magic, my dear friend. If you wouldn't mind we are just going to leave, unless you want me to turn you into goats," said Loursan. The nervous guard looked around anxiously but the lead guard charged at the slime girls. His fellow guards joined him and there was a guard for each copy of Maldelya to fight. Loursan ran the direction he had suggested eariler and the Maldelyas fought the guards on their way behind Loursan. The Maldelyas soon beat the guards, but they didn't kill them. They used the sides of their swords to hurt them and physical contact to knock the guards out. The Maldelyas followed Loursan through empty corridors until they all got outside the castle with no other fights occurring. The Maldelyas all smiled at each other, proud of how their sword skills helped them escape. The moment was shattered by each one of them being blasted by a large beam of ice. One by one Loursan froze the Maldelyas until one was left unfrozen. Maldelya looked at her three frozen statue-like clones. "What are you doing?" demanded Maldelya. "Killing off the competition, of course," Loursan answered so sadistically casual. "What?" asked Maldelya, pointing her sword at Loursan. "It's like this, you didn't need your copies. They would have fought you till you absorbed them so I helped you. That should repay you for rescuing me from that dungeon. However, I can't just let you go though," smiled Loursan. "What do you want from me?" asked Maldelya, standing her ground. "You of course. It's not everyday you meet an independant slime and one of such weak power. You're going to work for me from now on and do whatever task I set out for you," his handsome face started to appear more sinister to Maldelya as he talked. "What if I refuse?" asked Maldelya, tightening her grip on her sword. "I'll kill you like I did your friends," said Loursan shortly. "T-they're dead?" asked Maldelya. She looked closer at the three frozen copies of herself. "Yes, if a slime is completely frozen it dies. You can't reabsorb them and when they finally melt they will be nothing but water. If you choose to defy me, you will fall victim to the same fate," explained Loursan. "Like hell I will!" shouted Maldelya. She attempted to lunge forward at Loursan but her feet were firmly planted to the ground. She looked down to see that both her feet were frozen into ice. "You don't want to do that anymore, if I keep freezing you you're going to run out of slime and die. So how about this, you work for me and we'll see how things go. Maybe I'll even help you grow more powerful so you can one day be free to kill the slime queen that transformed you," explained Loursan. He proudly stood before Maldelya who knew that she had been outmatched. She lowered her sword and Loursan said, "That a girl, it's not slavery. I just have business that I need to attend to that you can help me with is all. All that energy." He circled around her, "All that concentrated power in your slime. We're going to do great and terrible things together. Who knows, maybe we'll even have some fun doing it." "What do you want to do with me?" asked Maldelya, her confidence draining out of her. "All in due time, milady. First, you're going to follow me to your new home," waved Loursan. The two walked away from the castle and into the neighboring forest.

Tags: Belly Inflation, Male Inflation, blowkiss Text: It was a cliche, but before Quint knew it he had fallen in love with his teacher.Of course it helped that they were both adults just out of college, Alex being Quint's swimming instructor. It also helped that Alex had a calming presence and a disarming personality, along with his tendency to wear form-fitting swim shorts and no shirt. That he was perpetually tanned was a boon as well, the sum of which meant that more often than not their "private lessons" became something more. Quint kind of preferred it when it happened, because he was honestly, truly unable to get the hang of moving in water."I really wanted to learn how to swim," Quint said as they sat on the edge of the pool. "Seventy percent of the planet is basically covered by a death hazard if you can't.""You just need a little more practice," Alex replied. "It-""You're trying to help, and I appreciate that, but I just don't think I'm meant to float."Alex opened his mouth to protest before closing it again, lapsing into thought. Finally he said, "I think I can do something about that.""How do you mean?"In reply Alex leaned over, gently taking Quint's head in his hands before moving in and kissing him. It was unexpected but not unwanted, and Quint returned it in kind, wondering what he meant. He didn't have long to wonder as, holding him steady, Alex took a deep breath and blew into him.Quint felt air flow -into- him, his body giving no resistance as his flat stomach swelled up to the size of a beer gut. Alex took a breath and blew again, and the tiles bordering the pool felt a little less hard as his backside widened, swim trunks growing tighter. As Alex continued to blow the air spread outward, torso growing barrel-shaped with full pecs, arms turning swollen and sausage-like, and thighs pressing against each other as his legs began feeling less heavy in the water.As Alex pulled away to catch his breath, Quint took stock of his body. At first glance he looked fat, but there was no sag or rolls to him anywhere; it was all smooth and taut. He pressed one chubby finger against the roll of his gut, the digit sinking in with little resistance. He looked over at Alex, noting that he was sitting two or three inches higher. "What did you do?""I think you can float now," he replied. "Try it out.""That-" He glanced at the water. "...sure, okay." Leaning forward, he did a mostly graceful dive into the pool, air-filled belly pushing up against him as it bobbed beneath the surface. He turned face-up, finding himself floating on his back with no effort on his part whatsoever, and he felt somehow both at ease and excited by it.After a few moments Alex joined him, swimming up beside him. "You see? It's easy.""Sure," Quint laughed, "if I've been blown up like a pool toy. I'm going to need someone to do this every time I get in trouble.""Really." Alex reached one arm over the swell of his body. "Well I guess I better stick by you, then."

Tags: Breast Inflation, Female Inflation Text: Sara cast an annoyed glance at her friend Lindsay, her view obstructed slightly by the pink swell of her own bulging cheeks. The slender blonde was giggling incessently as she held down the trigger on the miniature air compressor clutched in her hand, her wide, full-lipped mouth pulled into a gleeful, mischievious grin. Sara rolled her eyes and chomped irritably on the hose that Lindsay had thrust into her mouth, wincing as she felt the seams on her shirt start to give. The black Guinness t-shirt had always been one of the tougher articles of clothing in Sara's wardrobe, but as her massive breasts - now nearly as large as volleyballs - continued to pump-up and balloon with air, the stretchy black fabric of her favorite casual shirt was quickly being strained to the bursting point. At the rate she was inflating, it wouldn't be long before the entire garment was torn apart by her expanding assets. Thanks a bunch Lindsay, thought Sara bitterly. Go ahead and blow me up without asking, why don't you? I don't mind. Hell, it's not like I actually LIKED this shirt or anything... She scowled down at her distended chest, trying to keep her breathing shallow in some vain hope that it might save the shirt of rupture. She was beginning to regret revealing her inflatable nature to Lindsay. It had felt so liberating at first - to share her secret with another human being and not have them freak-out on her. Lindsay had been so accepting and, indeed, intrigued by her talent that Sara had been unable to resist the urge to show-off, huffing and puffing and blowing herself up to her fullest, just so she could see the look of awe on her best friend's face. Unfortunately, ever since that day, Lindsay had developed an increasingly obssessive fascination with seeing Sara expand, often going as far as to forcibly inflate the buxom redhead whenever the opportunity presented itself. It wasn't that Sara minded being blown-up - what infuriated her was that Lindsay never bothered to ask before filling her up with air. It was always a surprise - a sneak-attack with an air hose or compressed-gas pellets - sprung on her like some sort of childish prank. It was as though the bubbly blonde had taken Sara's revelation as carte-blanche to turn her friend into her own personal blow-up toy. Dammit Lindsay! I'm not a balloon! thought Sara indignantly, her beloved shirt creaking ominously under the strain of her relentlessly swelling bosom. Well, okay... I guess I AM, she admitted, after a moment's consideration, but I'm not some toy you can just inflate whenever you want! Did you ever stop to think how I might feel about this? I'm a human being dammit! You can't just go and pump me up without asking! It's humiliating! It's degrading! It's... it's... So why don't you just pull out the hose? the little voice in the back of Sara's head demanded. After all, it wasn't as if Lindsay had tied her hands behind her back or anything. All she had to do was reach up and pluck the length of black plastic tubing from her mouth, and she would be able to save both her shirt and her dignity. So why didn't she? Had there not been a steady stream of air surging down her throat, Sara would have sighed. She knew full well why she never tried to stop her friend from inflating her, even though she was loathe to admit it. On some level, she rather enjoyed being Lindsay's balloon. A soft popping sound filled the air as the left seam of Sara's shirt began to split, her almost beachball-sized breasts having finally pushed the garment past the breaking point. Sara closed her eyes in resignation, savoring the tingling sensation that suffused her colossal bust as it continued to stretch and swell, bigger and bigger. To hell with it, she thought. I can always get another shirt.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, floating, helium, muscles Text: Through the windows of the girl's locker room at the municipal pool the silver moonlight illuminated the dark and cold steel and concrete interior. During the day the showers, lockers, and sinks would be busy and active, but now all was ghostly and quiet. On one of the benches between the rows of lockers sat a red-haired pale-skinned girl. Her crossed legs jittered with anticipation and frustration as she stared at her watch, waiting for someone. "Dammit! Where is that guy? Lucy told me he'd be here around eleven! It's now been fifteen minutes past the hour!" The girl cursing to herself, Miranda, was a semi-professional city league water polo player. She took water polo seriously, almost too seriously at times. Within the league she was a respected and dedicated player, very fit, excellent at shooting, and always came to practice. However she always felt that she wasn't playing at the top of her game, no matter how hard she practiced and fought to improve herself. The only way to really boost her performance was via drugs, but even she knew that shooting herself up with "performance-enhancers" would be illegal. She wanted to get better, but she didn't want to get kicked out of the league. Dull footsteps echoed from within the hallway leading to the locker room that Miranda waited in. She stood up and awaited her guest because he was the key towards boosting her performance without the authorities knowing a thing. From the locker room entrance walked in a tall skinny young man wearing round sunglasses and a white trenchcoat with matching suit to complete the ensemble. In his right hand hung a simple black attaché case, Miranda knew what she wanted was within. "Well it took you long enough." snarled Miranda. "Sorry, I'm not very familiar with the streets around here. I've only been in town for a day." the man had a light Russian accent. Not anywhere near a Boris Badenov type of voice but still Miranda could hint he came from Russia. "Eh whatever, so what do you have?" The man lowered the case onto the bench that Miranda had just stood up from and clicked open the latches. He opened up the lid and within the case were a pair of fluorescent blue vials within small glass bottles plus some syringes within sterilized paper containers. "So that's the stuff?" "Heliom-menthite Steroids. It's totally undetectable by any sort of medical test, whether it be urine, blood, anything. They will never find this stuff in you." "Awesome! So I just shoot myself up with this stuff? It's safe right?" "I believe so." "You 'believe' so?" "We got these vials from an abandoned ex-Soviet research lab. Apparently they were going to be used to boost the performance of Soviet athletes for the next Olympic games, but before they could be used the USSR fell." "Heh, so they were government-sanctioned? I guess that sounds safe enough." "Plus the chemicals within these steroids have been sourced from certain natural elements, like helium." "Interesting, so how much do you want for this stuff?" Miranda unsheathed her wallet from her pants pocket and unfolded it to grab some bills. The Russian just raised his right hand and began waving it. "Actually, you do not have to pay me yet. I want to see how this special steroid verks myself." "Oh? Well, that's generous of you. Being a black market guy and all." "We're planning to reproduce and sell this chemical on the market, and if things go well you'll be our first customer, as well as our product tester." "Aka, I'm a guinea pig." "Errr, sort of. But trust me, we took a look at this stuff and it doesn't look suspicious to us at all. Its like normal steroids." "Okay, that's good enough for me." Miranda grabbed the cuff of her windbreaker and began to roll the sleeve back, exposing her toned muscular arm. "Excellent." Grinned the man. He reached for the vial and a sterilized syringe. After tearing it out of the paper pouch, he unscrewed the cap off of the small bottle, placed the needle into the mouth, and pulled back on the tab. Quickly the strange liquid within was sucked up into the syringe tube, ready for injection. The man then grabbed some rubbing alcohol and a cotton ball from within a pouch within the suitcase. He rubbed the alcohol onto Miranda's arm to sterilize it, then he pointed the needle towards the vein buried beneath her skin and plunged it into her flesh. After just a second the steroid within the bottle had been squeezed out from the syringe and into Miranda's circulatory system. Quickly he pulled the needle out of her arm and pressed the damp cotton ball into her arm. "Press down on it for a few minutes and it should be healed up a bit." "Thanks. "By the way, is it true you have a game tomorrow?" Asked the man as he began to button up his case. "Yeah. It's right at this pool, tomorrow morning at ten o'clock. You planning on coming?" "I want to see this steroid in action myself." As the man picked up his briefcase he floated out the door from which he came from. "Er, goodbye." Miranda grimaced and nursed the needle-wound on her arm. Next morning the young Russian sat relaxed in the bleachers at the water polo game. He casually popped some peanuts into his mouth that he bought from the young kids at the gate. All the girls on both teams were swimming laps to warm up for the game, the lanes were a torrent of white water flying up into the air. The man searched for Miranda, curious to see if the steroid had changed her body in any way. At the far end of the pool a shiny a slippery and muscular girl hoisted herself out of the water, it was Miranda. Her overall muscle mass did look noticeably larger, the steroids had already taken effect. As she stood up and slid her goggles over her forehead the girl grinned with glee at her new body. "Aw man, I didn't expect it to work this fast! I'm swimming freestyle faster than ever before! Nobody will be able to catch me when I've got the ball!" she thought as she patted her shiny neoprene swimsuit, admiring her newly-gained muscular curves. On the other end of the pool she spotted the referee signaling the two teams that the game was about to start. Miranda smugly trotted slowly over to the play area to play what would be an easy game in her opinion. The game had been on for about a couple minutes and already Miranda had scored three goals and she was dashing towards the opposing team's goal for a forth score. Her team mates were astonished by Miranda's gusto and speed, they had never seen her so active and powerful before during a game but they weren't complaining. They were beating the pants off a team considered to be one of the top picks in the city. Miranda stopped in front of the goal and raised the ball into the air with her right arm. The other team members still were struggling to catch up with Miranda and they wouldn't be able to catch her in time. She was going to toss the ball and most likely make another goal. She relished every second of the moment, knowing that she was unstoppable. Right as she was about to toss the ball into the net for a clean trick pass, she felt a massive grumble erupt from within her stomach. It was powerful enough to knock her concentration and cause the ball to drop from her hand and into the goalie's arms. Miranda turned around and grasped her stomach underwater... "What the hell was that!?" Her eyes bulged in shock as she felt a tingling sensation throughout her whole body. All she could do was tread water and try to comprehend what was happening to her. "Hey Miranda! Hustle over here!" cried out one of her team members on the other side of the playing area. "You feeling okay?" "Uh, ugh." Miranda knew she couldn't play right now, so she made up an excuse. "Er, I have a nasty cramp in my stomach, I need to sit out for a bit." She yelled to the referee. "Okay, come on out." The man began to walk back towards the center line just as Miranda hoisted herself out of the water. Now the tingling sensation grew even more noticeable and then that's when something began to happen. All Miranda could do at first was just stare blankly into the crowd without a clue about what was happening to her. Yet a few people within the audience began to point towards her and gape open-mouthed. This is when she looked down and saw that all the muscles on her body were growing! Slowly her bulging muscles ballooned out, making her look like a professional body builder within a few seconds. Despite their size they somehow didn't feel like they had much mass to them, it was like they were filling up with air. Now Miranda was beginning to panic, she hugged herself, feeling the still-inflating and very thick muscles on her body. Sweat began to ooze from her pores out of fright as she panicked. Before she could cry out she spotted the man who injected the steroids into her body the night before. He was still sitting in his bleacher, carefully watching the entire spectacle. That is when Miranda began to think, "Heliom-menthite!? That sounds way too similar to, HELIUM!" She began to cook with rage within thinking that she had been duped into trying a drug that nobody had taken before. And now the unknown side-effects were now becoming apparent. First thing Miranda tried to do was point and yell at the man in order to tell people of his association with her plight, but as she reached her arm forward she heard what sounded like a loud hiss erupt from her belly. She looked down and much to her chagrin noticed that her stomach was inflating outwards, like a big black shiny balloon. It billowed out at a brisk speed while her ballooned muscles on her arms and legs began to smooth out into more simple and puffy curves. Now instead of looking like a body-builder Miranda had transmogrified into a grossly blimped caricature of a human. Her breasts blossomed out in front of her chest, obscuring her vision of the now equally-surprised crowd. Her back had billowed outwards as well along with her buttocks which now had expanded into two pale shiny beachballs squeezed together. The tight rubber swimsuit didn't cover much of butt even when she was normal size and now it had all but disappeared, wedged between the gargantuan cheeks. Miranda tried to call out for help but nothing understandable came from her mouth, it was obscured by her round puffy cheeks that reduced her speech to loud muffled murmurs. It was a miracle that her swimsuit had managed to still adhere to her body as it stretched and stretched, squeezing her body a bit as it reached the maximum limits of its elasticity. She struggled to keep herself standing as her legs and arms spread further, making locomotion an almost-impossible chore. Still her body relentlessly inflated, her ultra-tight and shiny skin squeaked and made groaning noises as more gas formed within Miranda. Finally she couldn't keep herself standing up straight so she had no choice but to fall backwards. Despite ninety-percent of her vision being obscured by her now-mammoth breasts, Miranda could gaze off into the bright blue sky not knowing that she would soon become a part of it. Now all Miranda could think of was how the audience was getting a prime view of her zeppelin-like underside and a crimson shade of embarrassment overcame her at the thought. Soon that feeling was overtaken by shock as she felt the pressure of cold concrete ground under her back disappear. She was now slowly floating up into the air like a child's balloon being let go. The referee and the opposing team's coach began to run towards the aloft Miranda and attempt to grab her but both of their valiant efforts were futile. First the ref didn't get anywhere near her, he slipped on the wet concrete and fell down onto his butt. The coach managed to touch Miranda's tight and slippery back but couldn't successfully grab a hold of her. Now Miranda was floating out of their reach and into the sky. All she could do was scream underneath her baseball-sized cheeks not noticing that the hissing within her had stopped. Lazily and carelessly Miranda's ballooned body tumbled upwards into the sky, higher and higher up. All the people on the pool's premises tilted their heads upwards and stood up and they watched her sail into the beautiful blue sky. Also people within the park surrounding the municipal pool began to take notice of the strange balloon that had taken off from the pool. "Mommy? What's that?" questioned a young boy as he pointed towards Miranda. "You got me son, I guess they were having a party at the pool and one of their party favors got away." she replied to the perplexed boy. Everybody watched the helpless Miranda until her bloated floating body disappeared into the blue haze of the sky. Down on the ground the coaches decided to indefinitely postpone the game as everyone sat down and tried to recollect their senses at what they just witnessed. The young Russian man in the crowd on the other hand just popped another peanut into his mouth and walked off towards the exit. Outside the Pool's gate his partner and girlfriend was waiting for him. "Looks like your customer didn't care for what you gave her, she ran off." The blonde-haired miniskirted vixen joked to him in Russian. "Well, looks like we're not raiding that warehouse anymore. Might as well just sell the familiar goods." As the man chomped on a peanut his girlfriend reached her gloved hand into the bag and plucked the last one from the bottom. "I guess those Americans are right about one thing, 'Winners Don't Do Drugs.'" she grinned as she munched on the peanut. "Yeah, but I think it's worded wrongly. It should be 'Winners Deal Drugs.'" "All those movies and television shows say otherwise, what makes you so sure of that?" The man reached into his pocket and unsheathed a blue canvas wallet. He unfolded it and took out ten one-hundred dollar bills and flapped them for a bit in front of his grinning girlfriend's face before stuffing them into the pocket of his trenchcoat. "Swiped it from her gym bag right before she turned into the Goodyear Blimp." grinned the man. Giggling happily the girl wrapped her arms around her love and they walked off into the park. "Come on, let's go to that fancy place you really like to eat lunch at." Said the man as he crumpled up the empty peanut bag and tossed both it and the wallet into a nearby garbage can.

Tags: Belly Inflation, Female Inflation, Airtankgirl, blowkiss, floating, superhero Text: I admit it, I am vain. But I think I'm entitled to it. I was one of those gawky girls that got her height way before anything else, which made me popular for basketball and volleyball and pretty much nothing else. Brown hair, greenish-brown eyes behind glasses, braces and a complexion that was a constant battleground. The only dates I got were the ones in my trail mix. Then I came back from Winter break my freshman year at college. I had discovered hair colour in a bottle, got contacts, lost the braces, won the battle for my face, and the fifteen pounds that a freshman is supposed to gain their first year, well I gained 25. Fortunately on my 5'10, it really went to about the places a girl (and a boy too for that matter) hopes it's going to go. Yes it's the ugly duckling story, and as a swan I was tall, trim yet curvy, auburn hair and marvelous skin. I was already pretty now, but with a little attention of makeup and fashion, I had become, in a few months, glamorous. No fooling. Why am I telling you this? Mostly so you can build a mental picture, but also so you can tell that while I am vain, I'm not conceited. I've learned how to make myself more attractive and how to stay fit. Which brings us to the beginning of my story, or origin for you purists. I had long since dropped team sports, and turned to running, yoga and kickboxing to stay in shape. That spring I happened to be out running late one evening through the park trails near campus dressed in my typical college bum uniform, a t-shirt, bell-bottom tights and sneakers. When I wasn't actively trying to be professional or glamorous, I preferred comfy clothes, but I had been a jockette for so long that workout clothes were comfy to me. So there I am running along, not a care in the world. I was on my way back to the dorms. It was pre-dawn, which was fine with me, it was nice and quiet. I wasn't afraid of getting attacked or anything, because I figured I could outrun any evildoer and those I couldn't, I could beat up. Kickboxing, remember? My route took me through a patch of fog that I ran through without really even noticing but it was just past the fog that I got a little light-headed. Fortunately, there was a park bench just up the path that I made it to for a little break. I didn't sit down, rather I leaned against the back of it, resting my hands on my hips and taking deep breaths hoping to clear my head. My head soon cleared, but as I stood there breathing, I began to notice something else was a bit odd. At first I thought I was imagining things, then I thought I was just fidgety, but then I pinned down the source of my unease. It was my clothes, my clothes felt too tight. I looked down at myself just as I felt a weird pressure inside me that I couldn't explain and my hands that were still on my hips gently but suddenly moved outwards. I couldn't believe it but I was getting...wider? My hips were spreading out. I could feel my tights drawing tighter across my hips and I could feel them expanding, pressing out against my hands. While I was stunned at this new development of my figure, I felt a funny push behind me off the park bench. Looking behind me I saw no one, but a tightening in my pants across my bottom made me put my hands to my rear and I found that I has expanded there as well! My butt had pumped up a very noticeable several inches and pushed me away from the park bench. My butt was actually large enough now that I could twist and see it. "Wha...what's happening to me? I'm filling out?" I looked back at my front as I felt my thighs plump up, thickening so much that they touched, and then pressed together. With my body swelling up the way it was I thought I was past any shock. So naturally that was when I started to feel the pressure growing in my belly. "Ooof" I gasped, running a thumb inside my waistband, which had become a lot more snug that before. I put my hands on my flat tummy, feeling myself expand, the front of my tights bulging as I filled them out with a respectable potbelly. I tried pushing my new belly back in, to flatten it out and I found that my new curves were soft, but insistent. No matter how hard I pressed down, I couldn't return my belly to its former flat shape and when I took my hands away, I puffed right back up again. I had gone from athletically svelte to pear-shaped! "Oh, I need to get back to my room before I get any bigger" I had just voiced that thought when I felt my sports bra tighten and shift on my body. My breasts were growing! My chest had filled out so much that I felt unnatural, with the mighty prow of my breasts leading my way. I took off at a run for my dorm to at least get under cover. It wasn't easy. My bulging proportions made me slow down some, especially my chest, in addition to becoming a lot bustier I was also a lot bouncier. I had to run with one hand holding my breasts down. As I continued to swell, my run eventually turned into a waddling trot. The figure that emerged from the dark bushes near my dorm bore only a small resemblance to the young woman who set out for a run. I was now very full figured; my lower legs had swelled up along with my thighs, hips and butt, making my tights quite snug all over me. My belly had continued to swell along with the rest of me, I was so far past my previous 24 inch waist that I couldn't see my feet, my whole midsection had filled up, bulging out between my t-shirt and my tights. I was pretty sure I was bigger than most of the pregnant women I had seen...I certainly felt like I was bigger! My bulging belly was what slowed me down the most, since I stuck out more in front (actually, behind as well) my fattened thighs couldn't rise as much so I couldn't run as well. Not to mention that all my extra surface area made me just really ungainly. Even my sides and arms had started to swell up. My sides now bulged out so I could see from my shadow that my torso was looking rounder, and I couldn't drop my arms at my sides. Or rather I could but both my arms and my sides were so much bigger than before that it looked as if my arms were starting to rise as I grew. Naturally my breasts had also continued to expand. I wasn't sure how big I was, but I felt as if I had two volleyballs stuffed in my shirt. If I held my big breasts in my hands I couldn't close my fingers around them. Luckily the growing bulk of the rest of my body had slowed down my run, I needed both arms to keep me from bouncing. The small resemblance I had to my former, slimmer self was my face, hands, and feet apparently were not affected at all. Well, a quick dash up the stairs...turned into a show dash up the stairs. Same problem as with running, I was now so fat that my belly was getting in the way of my legs as I climbed the stairs. I made it all the way up when; on the last step...I tripped! I wasn't exactly graceful at the best of times, but in my current condition, well it wasn't surprising that I tripped. I fell flat on my face, well not actually. In fact I fell flat on my pumped up belly and breasts, they stuck out much farther than my face. When I hit I felt my new curves give under me and I'm pretty sure there was a muffled "buuuum" sound, then I bounced! Two or three times I bounced along the ground, it didn't hurt at all. I tried to keep myself upright with my hands because I didn't want to think of what I would have to do if I fell over on one side or on my back. I wasn't sure I could get up again. When I finally stopped bouncing, a few yards from the steps, I took a quick stock of myself, nothing even bruised or scraped. I struggled with getting my plump legs under me to get my bulging body upright, and then I grabbed the handle of the dorm door and opened it. After considering the open doorway for a moment, I opened the other half of the double doors. I had become too big to fit through a door easily; I hoped I could fit into my dorm room. I only had to go up one flight of stairs to get to my room, although it was a tight fit squeezing my bloated figure through the single door in the stairwell. I was careful, and didn't rush and managed to avoid any more stumbles, then had another tight squeeze getting out of the stairwell. But finally, with a disturbing "pop" sound I was free of the stairwell and in my hall on my floor. Which, unfortunately for me was brightly lit, even at this hour. I waddled down the hall as quickly as I could safely, hoping no one would step outside their rooms. Well that much at least went right for me. I made it to my door, keyed it open, took a deep breath, turned sideways, and went in, closing the door behind me. It was still close, my breasts, belly and bottom still brushed the doorframe, but I didn't have to struggle with it. So now I was standing in my dim dorm room, the streetlights outside made for the dim lighting. It was dark enough to sleep in, but it was also bright enough to sorta see people and shapes. I was certain I didn't want any people seeing my shape! I slowly and carefully stepped over to my bed, and my extra-wide hip smacked right into the closet door. I froze, afraid to breathe. I needed to be stealthy, like a ninja! I took another silent step, than another and my belly bumped against one of the desk lamps. I managed to catch it before it fell but it still clattered before I could steady it on the desk. 'Ninjas hah, ninjas weren't this fat!' I thought to myself, putting a hand on my newly rounded belly. I made it to my bed, all I really wanted to do was crawl into nice warm covers, forget about my new shape for a while and figure it out in the morning. I sat down on the bed, bouncing a little on my full round bottom. Sitting as I was, I had to open my plump thighs to allow my full, bulging belly the room to allow me to sit normally. Oh my gosh, I was so fat I was probably twice my normal size, I felt huge! Naturally that's when the light came on, "Amanda?" Aw hell. I have a roommate, Lynn. She's a pretty, blonde theatre major; she's a good student, a great roommate and a really nice person. When that light turned on I wished she were dead...no not really...I wished I were dead. "Manda, what are you doing?" I could hear the sleep still fuzzing her voice, but I could also see her getting more awake the more she looked at me. "Nothing, go back to bed." "Amanda, what are you doing?" In the exact same sentence I could hear the tone change from sleepy to alert and suspicious. I couldn't think of a thing to say, I just sat there with my hands resting on my belly watching Lynn watch me. She slowly got out of bed and slowly approached me, "Amanda, you look...stuffed." she said with a hint of a smile, not sure what the joke was. "I know, I just don't know why." Lynn reached out to poke my belly with a finger, "Is all this balloons, pillows, what?" She felt her finger sink into my belly slightly, then she frowned and put her hand against it, "you're warm!" I nodded, "It isn't pillows or balloons, it's me." "Can't be, you're huge!" I was near tears, "Thanks a lot." She saw the effect her words and my condition were having on me, and she quickly adopted a more sympathetic tone, sitting next to me and putting an arm around my shoulders, though she had to reach a bit farther than she used to. I related my experience to her with only a little sniffling and crying, and when I was done, she was staring at me with a mix of wonder and pity. "So...you've blown up like a balloon?" "Uh," I pressed on the side of one of my breasts, "Yeah I guess, I do sorta feel like a balloon" She pressed down on my round belly, "you feel like one from the outside. How do you feel inside? Are you heavy?" "Full," We both managed to laugh at that, "but yeah, I do feel really , well, gassy. A lot of pressure, but no actual weight, no." I patted my bulging waistline. "Well, obvious effects aside, you don't seem to be in any harm or danger." "Other than bursting you mean?" "Really?" I considered how I felt and shook my head, "No, not really. I mean I feel tight and full but not as if I were literally going to explode. In fact I fell a little peppy, pretty good I mean." "Weird." "Lynn, what am I going to do? You said it yourself, I've blown up like a balloon!" She looked up at the window seeing the lightening sky, "First thing is you stay inside. I'll go to your professors and explain you're sick and make sure that you have all your readings or assignments. You can email your work in, and I can bring you meals, that will buy us some time maybe to figure out how to..." "Deflate me?" She smiled sadly at me, nodded, and began bustling around for her day. She dressed, made coffee, assembled her class materials into her bag, sent a few emails, brushed her hair and teeth and was out. With nothing else to do other than listening to the waking sounds of the dorm around me, I kicked off my shoes, and slid beneath the covers. Then I sat up awkwardly, got up and walked over to Lynn's bed and took her pillows, returned to my bed and used the extra pillows to bolster a rest for my head. With my legs, hips, sides and arms all inflated my head hung down uncomfortably. The extra pillows did the trick though. This new figure was going to take some getting used to, though I hoped I wouldn't have to be big long enough to get used to it. I know I somehow managed a nap, because Lynn woke me up when she came back, "Amanda honey?" I didn't need to open my eyes or explore my body to know that nothing had changed. I could still feel the pressure inside me. "Do you want to get up? I have some breakfast." "What time is it?" "It's only like half past eight, I told all my professors that my roomie was really sick and I needed my assignments also so I could look after her. I have all your class materials on your desk, your profs'll email you with any changes." "I guess being a good student pays off when you need a little time off if you're feeling a little gassy." "Glad to see your sense of humor is functional. Um, do you need some help getting up?" I sighed, "Yes, please." Lynn took my hand and braced herself for me to pull myself up...and when I pulled, came flying toward me, and landed on top of me. "What the...?" "Geez Manda, I though you were going to throw me through the wall!" I could see she was serious, she wasn't clowning around, I had jerked her right off her feet. Lynn being Lynn however, couldn't remain serious for long though. "Wow, you're pretty comfy you know that?" "Great, I'm an air mattress." She kissed me on the cheek. "Well," she said scrambling off of me to get behind me to push me upright, "You're the sexiest air mattress I know." Once I was sitting upright on the edge of my bed again, she unveiled breakfast. A half-dozen chocolate éclairs. "Umm Lynn, I'm not sure I should be eating pastry," I gestured to my swollen figure. "Oh come on, we both know we love éclairs, and if you can't eat as many as you want today of all days then life isn't worth living. I mean, you aren't going to the gym anytime soon, you're already fat, might as well." I was starting to cave, "But six?" She looked me square in the eye, "Three for you, three for me." "Three for you? "Well I figure if I get a little plump, I'll still look skinny standing next to you," She said with a grin. That's why friends are friends. Even when you're whole world is askew; they can say the wrong thing and make it the right thing. Three éclairs later, we had slid off the bed and were sitting on the floor, leaning against my bed. "Have you tried exhaling or blowing really hard?" "Yep." "Burping?" "Yep." "What about squishing the air out of you?" "Yep." Lynn got to her feet and stood over me, pressed her hands against my bloated belly and pushed down with all her might. I felt the pressure displace inside me, but no lessening of pressure. Lynn pushed on me until she was red in the face, but nothing changed. She finally stopped, dropping to her knees facing me, then leaned on the bed, supporting herself with one arm, "Sorry hon," she said and kissed me on the cheek. Except she missed. Her kiss landed right on my mouth. That in itself was no biggie, I had kissed her before, and better ones than this one, but the effect brought a squeak of surprise from both of us. The pressure inside me was decreasing! "Lynn! You did it! I'm deflating!" I pressed on my waistline trying to force it out faster. "Uh...Manda...I feel funny." I laughed, delighted at my diminishing curves, "Not as funny as I do!" "I feel...gassy." I looked over at her. Her frowning face was turned down so she could look at herself and her hands were pressed lightly to her waist. The front of her sweatpants bulged out and the waistband stretched as her belly inflated, filling up her pants. The wrinkles in the sweats pressed themselves out as her body grew inside them. "Manda...I...I'm blowing up!" She was. It was different to watch it from the outside. Her belly had drawn her sweats tight across the front, and I could see her rising up as her bottom inflated, taking up any slack in the rear of her sweats. She pulled her legs out from her kneeling position beneath her and dropped herself on her inflated butt, bouncing a few times. Her hips and legs spread out, filling up the little room left in her pants, stretching them across her bloated body. She ran her hands over her hips, belly and legs as they swelled up in front of her, then shifted her attention and her hands to her chest. When her breasts started to inflate, they pulled the tank top right out of the waistband of her sweats. She put her hands on her breasts as if to hold herself down or in. As her curves took up more room inside her top, the neckline was pulled down and I could see impressive cleavage developing as her bra failed to stretch to fit her newly top-heavy figure. Then the hissing stopped. We stared at each other for a moment. Then I struggled to my feet. It was easier now that I had deflated, but I had only deflated somewhat, I was still a long way from being slim. I reached down to help Lynn to her feet. She stood up next to me, a little unsteady in her new shape, "Manda, what did you do to me?" she asked, pressing her hands into her new inflated curves. "I...I don't know, I'm sorry!" "Ooo, I feel like a blimp!" "Welcome to my world. I was still having trouble adjusting to me being pumped up, now we're both fat!" Lynn turned to look in the full-length mirror mounted to the bathroom door and pulled me over to her side. We had grown so wide we had to take a few steps back so we could both see ourselves. We both turned around and grabbed our inflated bottoms at the same time. "Manda, our butts are huge." It was actually the first time I had really been able to look at myself since this all started, and I could see the effects on Lynn's body as well. I felt fat, but we didn't really look fat. I mean we were fat in that we were much larger and rounder than normal, but we didn't look fat like fat is fat. There wasn't a bit of jiggle or sag to our new curves. Lynn bulged all over, she was thicker wider and fatter, but if I didn't know better, looking at Lynn, she just looked like a pretty girl with pillows or balloons stuffed in her clothes. Which explained her question to me when she saw my new figure. And I looked the same way, inflated. Lynn hefted her belly in her hands, "We're both blimps." I pressed my hand on her bulging waistline, feeling the warm swell of her belly, feeling the pressure displace beneath my hand then watching her puff back up when I removed my hand, she felt inflated. "But we can deflate, I'm not as big as I was before you kissed me. I'm-" "Half the size you were before, which still makes you look really pumped up, and I've got the other half of it in me which makes me look really pumped up." She ran her hands down her plump thighs in her skintight sweatpants, "I'm glad I didn't wear jeans today." I was relieved to see that she was smiling. I was happy I had deflated some, but I felt bad that she had blown up with my excess gas. Lynn seemed to be taking it in stride though; she was usually more unflappable than I was. We spend the afternoon getting used to our new figures. We weighed ourselves; to our surprise we both weighed in lighter than we remembered being. We measured our new proportions, which out of vanity, I'm going to omit for now. We sorted our clothes into things we couldn't fit into which was most of it, and things we could wear which was a disturbing collection of workout spandex and lycra, swimsuits and sweat pants. Neither of us had a sweatshirt that we could stuff our inflated bustlines into, but there were a number of oversized t-shirts that were snug on our oversized breasts, but satisfied decency. We tried to figure out how we felt. Naturally both of us were disturbed at our new size, but when you really came down to it, we didn't really feel bad, in fact I honestly couldn't remember feeling better. We also spend a great deal of time just pressing or stroking our new curves, getting used to the new feel and shape of our bodies, but it was also very comforting in a way like nothing else was. It was comforting inside and out, I mean our bulging curves felt good under our hands and our supersized figures enjoyed the physical contact. Our big, pillowy bodies were almost mesmerizing to us. Lynn hit on the first breakthrough though. "Remember this morning when I tried to help you up and you pulled me across the room?" "Yes?" I wasn't sure where this was going. "That was more than me just being off-balance, close your eyes." I complied, one of the rules we had established was total support when trying to figure this out. I heard Lynn rustle at her desk a little, then I felt her place something in my hands. Hard, smoothish, round and cool. A poker chip, I thought. "Break it in half." I didn't see what this was supposed to accomplish, but I complied, snapping the little plastic disk in half with little effort. "Open your eyes," she commanded, a hint of awe in her voice. In my hands was two halves of a half dollar. I looked at Lynn, then back to the ruined coin. Then I put the pieces against each other and tore the double thickness in half as well. We both laughed aloud, Lynn tossed a phone book at me, which I tore in half as well. Then a wrench that I twisted into a spiral. My new super-strength was so amazing that it wasn't even too much of a downer when Lynn tried to untwist the wrench and found that she was no stronger than ever. Well, we spent quite sometime, crushing, tearing or bending things that I shouldn't normally been able to affect at all. "Amanda, you're a superhero! Well, heroine I mean. This is great: you're super strong! What else can you do?" "I have no idea." "Can you fly?" I considered this, "How can you tell if you can fly?" Lynn considered that, "Well, we could throw you off a building...never mind. How about heat vision? Do you have heat vision?" I tried, but luckily for my contacts and our dorm room, I couldn't find any heat vision. "Oh I have an idea! Close your eyes." Well it worked out pretty well last time, so I did. I felt her smack me on the top of my head, "Hey!" "Keep 'em closed muscles, this is science," then she smacked me on the skull three more times. "Do I get to punch you next?" "Wow, lookit." I did. The instant I opened my eyes, I caught a glimpse of her with a baseball bat in both hands, bringing it down square on my head. Yep, I barely noticed. Turned out that I seemed to be pretty resistant to harm as well. "I wonder if you're bulletproof?" she murmured. "We aren't finding out!" That was that, I did have super powers. I was super strong, and invulnerable. A quick test with the baseball bat when Lynn's back was turned showed me that she while she lacked my strength, she was resistant to harm as well. I immediately vetoed going to the campus gym to try to measure how strong I was. "We're already in gym clothes," she tried. "We're barely in our gym clothes, besides it looks as if there's two of us in there," I replied, prodding her bloated stomach. We talked and experimented late into the night and eventually drifted off to sleep in the early hours of the morning. I woke once to see Lynn's unmistakable figure silhouetted against the open doorway of our room, as she backed in with some burden in her hands. Had she gone out? Like that? She must have noticed me stir because she said, "Go back to sleep, I'm just putting the cat out." I did, even though we didn't have a cat. When I woke up the next morning I noticed immediately that I felt great, but it was strange that I was looking down at Lynn standing next to my bed. We had normal beds not bunks or anything... Lynn was looking up at me grinning, "Wow, it worked!" I looked straight down and saw my bed a few feet beneath me...beneath me?! "Lynn," my voice sounded funny, squeaky, "Am I floating?" "Yeah, while you were asleep I went and nabbed one of the helium tanks from the dorm activity closed and sorta...pumped you up a little." "A little?" I pulled the covers off my buoyant body to look at myself. I was even bigger than I was yesterday morning! And I was floating about six feet off the ground. My lycra running outfit was stretched taut across my gassy body. "Lynn! I really am a blimp now! Look at me; I look like a parade float! How am I going to get down?" And all this in an embarrassingly high-pitched voice. "Amanda, have I ever let you down?" "No you blew me up instead!" I squeaked. "I thought about this all night," she said, reaching up to take a hold of my rounded floating figure. "Ooof I feel like I'm going to burst." "Well not surprising since you have more gas pumped into you that you did yesterday, but I don't think you're actually in any danger. Do you feel any worse?" I ran my hands over my overinflated, bulging curves, "No I feel pretty good, but I feel sorta...stuffed. But did you have to blow me up so fat?" Lynn was trying to tug me down, and accidentally swung me into a wall, "Hey!" "Sorry," she grunted, "But it isn't easy anchoring an helium filled friend when you're a little puffy and bloated yourself." The buoyant gas plumping my legs and butt, pulled my lower half up, I tilted on my axis so I was now more head down. Then she pulled on a rope that I didn't know was tied across my hips and butt and looped under a barbell on the floor as a pulley and reeled me down. With the rope around my hips and the ballast of the barbell, I was able to stand upright, even if my feet weren't touching the ground. I was still floating. This effort finished she faced me, "I've tried to reason out what happened to us. When we kissed, you decreased in size by half and I blew up the same amount. I wonder what happens if we kiss again?" "You might get bigger," I pointed out. "Or you might." We were silent for a moment, chewing that over, "We need to know what we can do." I said. Though perhaps a little unkindly I sort of hoped she'd blow up some more, I felt so fat. We met in the middle of the room, each of us resting her hands on the wide hips of the other; we stepped forward to kiss...and stopped. Or rather our bodies stopped us. We both looked down where our inflated breasts and bulging bellies were pressed together, but we were too fat to actually reach each other with our faces. Giggling, we spread our plump legs to allow us to tilt our bodies forward like an A, until our faces could meet. We kissed. I knew it had worked before I heard the hiss coming from Lynn. I could feel the pressure decreasing and my body slimmed, becoming less buoyant. "Wow," Lynn squeaked, her voice high-pitched from the helium filling her. For the second time I watched my friend inflate. Naturally she was still already pumped up from our last kiss, and now she swelled up even more. She held onto her bulging midsection as her belly rounded and filled even more, pushing over the waistband of her sweats, I could see the top of the stretch satin white panties she wore beneath, and they were earning the stretch in their name. Her hips and rear ballooned out, splitting the seams of her sweatpants from waist to ankle as her legs plumped up twice their previous size. Now her arms plumped up as well, rising up from her body as her sides bulged and rounded out, making her torso and midsection one steady, full curve. I heard the snap as her bra burst under her tank top, as her breasts ballooned up. Now buoyant, her breasts totally filled up her top, the bottom hem only barely coming to the bottom of her overinflated, bouncy, floating breasts. Of course while all this was going on, while she filled with helium, she also rose off the floor, her feet swaying and kicking a little as she got lighter and lighter. I watched her float past me, her expanding figure now wearing little more than a very small undershirt and a pair of shiny white satin panties that she was bulging out of. Yet through it all, despite that she was looking down at herself the whole time, she never lost the smile of joy and wonder on her face. I was distracted by her new expansion and the helium leaving my body, I didn't think twice about deflating until the rope around me slid down off my slimmer hips and butt, and I shot upwards again, no longer anchored! While I had lost half of the helium to Lynn, Apparently we each still pumped full of enough helium to make us float. With no anchor on either of us, Lynn slightly ahead of me, we floated up until our heads bounced on the ceiling, then the helium filling the rest of our bodies pulled our butts up behind us so that our backs were pressed against the ceiling, our puffy arms and legs semi-starfished around us. We floated there for a moment, gently bouncing against the ceiling and drifting a little with breathing and changes in our movement. "Well," I squeaked, "I didn't think I'd be doing this when I got out of bed this morning." "I did," she squeaked back. "Oh don't look so grumpy, I know its all a front." "How do you figure?" "Because barring a few moments of shock, you have hardly stopped smiling since you came in yesterday morning. Think about it, you're liking being inflated just as much as I am." As I bounced along my ceiling, looking down at our dorm room, I figured that up here there wasn't much else to do but think until we came up with a way to get down. I hoped I would find out that she was wrong. But I doubted it.

Tags: Belly Inflation, Female Inflation Text: "Hey, no splashing, Joe! That's so not fair!" Giggling, Renee shot a cascade of water over Joseph in retaliation to his spray. He laughed in turn and dove under the surface of the water, swimming to the other side of the pool. Sighing in mock exasperation, she hauled herself up onto the edge, legs dangled in. She was by no means a small girl, yet still insisted on wearing a two piece bathing suit. Not that anyone minded. Perfectly exaggerated curves no matter where you looked, she had a great body and knew how to flaunt it. Leaning back slightly, several drops of water streaked their way down her rounded belly, giving her the look of a ripe watermelon. Joseph watched her from the other side of the pool, noticing the way her damp body reflected the sun's light, causing her to glow slightly. When her eyes slid shut and her head fell back to savor the warmth, he quietly swam over to where she sat. Admiring her body up close, he loved the details he saw. Rolls of fat, pulled flat because of her posture, still managed to hang over the edges of her bikini bottom. Ample breasts filled out the top nicely, the small triangles of fabric covering a slightly less than modest portion of their globular mass. She sighed pleasantly, still not detecting his presence, and shifted, her soft belly quivering slightly from the movement. Without warning, Joseph reached up and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her down into the water with him, eliciting a shriek of surprise. Popping back above the surface with a glare, Renee leapt onto Joseph's shoulders and tried to dunk him below the surface. Laughing, he pushed her bulk through the water and then stood there. "Hmm.. It's kinda boring. We need some toys," he asked, looking over towards a pile of deflated pool toys and an air compressor. Renee gave him a weird look. "Toys? What are we? Five?" Rolling her eyes, she swam with him over to the pool's edge. Sorting through the pile, they were disappointed to find they all had holes and tears. "Eh, none of these are any good. Let's just get out of the pool," Joseph pouted slightly, his enthusiasm as deflated as the toys. Renee looked at the air compressor and idly fingered the hose. "I have an idea! C'mon, help me with this, Joe." Grabbing the business end, she inserted the hose into her belly button, then flashed a grin up at the disbelieving boy. "Uhh, Renee? Should I ask what you're doing, or would I be better off not asking?" Joseph looked questioningly at Renee as she reached over and flipped a switch on the compressor. As the machine started up, pumping air out, she held the hose firmly in place. "I'm gonna be the toy! Here, hold me still," Renee bobbed slightly in the water as he looked on in interest. Fantastically exciting things were happening to her body. Her already rounded belly was losing its rolled appearance, slowly pushing and rounding out. "Whoa, you're getting bigger..." Joseph watched as the hose stayed on its own, and she ran her hands over her quickly swelling belly. He placed his hands on her rapidly expanding waist and held her still in the water. The fabric of her suit creaked as it stretched with her growing. He loosened the straps and retied them with more slack, which was quickly eaten up by her growth. His eyes grew wide as his hands grew apart, her inflating middle rounding out. Looking like she'd swallowed a medium sized beach ball, she closed her eyes happily as her body grew rounder and bigger still. "It feels so weird! I like it... It's like watching a marshmallow in the microwave, right before it gets too big. Ooh, no! It's more like taking a slow, deep breath. But it just keeps going and going.." As she floated and bobbed in the water, Joseph did his best to keep a hold of her. Soon, though, he had to give up. Gently tilting her onto her back, he held her close to the edge of the pool as she continued to grow bigger and bigger. "You look like you're having so much fun. Do you like being a pool toy in the making?" He asked her as he hooked an arm through hers and slid his free hand lavishly around her perfectly rounded belly. Still growing, he gave it more and more attention. Looking her whole body over, he ran his eyes from her svelte and toned legs, over her magnificent middle, on up over her breasts, to her blissful expression. Smiling to himself, he leaned forward and gave her belly a kiss. "Am I a good one, though? Do I make a good pool toy?" She kept her eyes shut, savoring the feelings that were going on inside her body. "Renee, you're the best pool toy ever. You really are. Let me know when you're finished, and I'll stop the air." She turned her head and opened one eye, looking at him with a smirk. "Joe, I'm only half inflated. I won't float worth a damn like this." His eyes shot open wide at her remarks. Half inflated? How big was she planning on getting? "Half...?" She giggled in response and wrapped her arms as far around her belly as she could, running her fingertips lightly over its rounded form. As the air compressor hummed on, pumping more and more air into her, her body gained a lovely buoyancy in the water, bobbing slightly as she kicked her legs. "Yes, half. You wouldn't call a half assembled puzzle done, would you? Or a say you're done after a half eaten dinner? I'm only half inflated, we gotta keep going!" As she spoke, Joseph heard a snapping and looked down to see that a few threads of her bikini bottom had split, and a frayed tear made its way down the side. Fluttering slowly in the water, it clung to her body as it bobbed out of the water, only to flow away again as she went back in. "No, I don't suppose I would. But you're already so big.. Do you plan on getting any bigger, Renee?" Running his hands luxuriously over her already enormous belly, he felt a certain thrill in seeing her this way. "Bigger is always better, my good sir." The hose, stuck into her belly button, stood straight up, proud to be doing the job it served. Looking once more to her face, he could see that she was enjoying herself immensely. In all the years he had known her, he'd never seen Renee looking so completely fulfilled and happy. Looking over at the compressor, he traced a fingertip lightly over her cheek. "Do you want me to turn it up, or keep it like it is?" He leaned down and kissed her cheek as she bobbed in the water. "Oooh, yes! Turn it up as high as it'll go!" Renee kicked her feet happily, shooting up sprays of water as he leaned over and turned a knob on the compressor. It started humming louder and deeper as it pumped air faster and faster into her. Her eyes shot open and she gasped a bit as the higher pressure hit her. With her belly expanding ever faster, out and up towards the sky, she ran her hands over the globe of her body. "How does it feel? It's obviously different," he quipped, keeping her steady in the water and still keeping his hand all over her rapidly growing form. She looked at him incredulously. "Ooh, it's different, Joe... It's really different. I like it! It's ten times better than before!" She giggled and burbled happily, Joseph smiling at her reaction and leaning forward to plant gentle kisses over as much of her belly as he could reach. "Only ten? Not more?" He giggled slightly, watching her search for the words to describe how she was feeling. Failing, she just flashed him a grin and kept rubbing her belly as best she could. "You look like you're having so much fun," he laughed softly at her happy antics, watching her carefully as she kept expanding faster and faster. Soon, her belly started to push her under the water. Joseph turned her so that she was standing up in the pool, her belly using the chest deep water to float in front of her. "It tickles! Hee hee, Joe!" She giggled, pacing slightly in the water as he walked around behind her and wrapped his arms as far around her as he could. "You're the best pool toy in the world, you know that?" he asked her softly, running his hands over the sides of her enormous belly. She turned and looked at him, her eyes slightly glazed in happiness. "Of course I am, was there any doubt? Now, what's the point of me being a pool toy if you don't play with me?" Giggling, she splashed a little water at him. He splashed back and, giving her a devilish grin, spun her in the water. She yelped and glared at him when he stopped her. "Aww, you didn't enjoy that, Renee?" He laughed and climbed on top of her giant bulk, shifting his weight from one side to the other to keep his balance atop her huge belly. His body pressed into her belly, but the pressure from all the air pushed him back up, bouncing slightly. "I didn't enjoy the spinning, but I got to thinking. What if we made me even bigger next time?" A shower of water rained down on her head as he fell off into the pool with a shocked gasp.

Tags: Stuffing, Female Inflation, Messy Popping Text: "How much do you think I can eat?" The sudden seizing of his mind from sleep caused his breath to seize up in a sharp hiss. "Um... what?" "I asked how much you think I could eat?" He lifted his head from his pillow and shuffled his elbow beneath him for support. His eyes were adjusted enough to the darkness of their bedroom to see the hint of a smile on her face as he gazed down at her. She was beneath the blankets at a slight angle, with her head propped up by all but his two pillows. The covers were billowed out over her form, as if her knees were up and bent. "Why're you asking me that?" He attempted to allay his grogginess by rubbing his eyes with his free hand. She silently answered his inquiry with her smirk. He sat upright in bed and cleared his throat. "A lot?" "How much is a lot." "I dunno. What're you getting at?" "Do you think I could eat a whole box of doughnuts?" "It depends on how big the box was." "A dozen." "I guess if you were hungry enough, sure." "What if I wasn't hungry enough? What if I had eaten breakfast, lunch, dinner and several snacks in between and after? Do you think I could do it?" "I guess. I'm really not sure, honey." He cocked his head back and sighed when he registered the time. "I am sure that it's almost 3:30 in the morning." "I know." "Why're you still awake? What have you been doing?" "Eating." "Oh, okay. So that's what this is about, huh?" He patted her head. "Well I'm sure you could eat an entire dozen doughnuts." "Even after I ate a half-gallon of ice cream?" "Did you eat a half-gallon of ice cream?" "Yes." "Wow." In the darkness, he lost doubts that the bulge where his wife lay was bigger because of knees. He gave the bulge an investigative poke. Their comforter yielded, but what lay beneath did not. It growled. "Is this the dog on you?" His tone was incredulous. "No." His voice cracked in alarm. "Is this you on you?" "Yes." "All of this?" "See for yourself." When he pulled back her covers, he was overwhelmed by an electrocution of astonishment. He audibly clapped his hands over his mouth to prevent gibberish from spilling out. His wife, though plump and pear-shaped, certainly did not have such an enormous, round midsection. Yet there it loomed, towering over them both like a leviathan nectarine. Her nude form had an alabaster sheen in the dimness, magnified by the magnitude of her stomach. A pink, rectangular box of doughnuts rested on her chest with both of her arms folded across. His hands ascended to the top of his head, leaving his gaping mouth uncovered. He attempted to speak, but only managed to make a series of whining clicks. In response, she unfolded her arms, opened the pink, rectangular box, and withdrew a chocolate-frosted doughnut. She gave it a soft glance, consumed it in three bites, and then sucked her fingers noisily. In the gloom, she could see his face contort in further surprise at such a display, and contort even more so when her stupendous dome of a stomach inched outward ever so slightly. With a grin of satisfaction, she dipped her hand into the box for a second confection. She poised the doughnut above her mouth when he sputtered, "Wait!" "Hmm?" "I don't... I really don't think you should." "Why? You said you were sure I could eat a dozen doughnuts, didn't you?" "Well, yes... but this was before I... just... just exactly what all did you eat?" She devoured the second sweet in a similar fashion to the first and, in between the licking of her fingers, began summarizing the contents of what rested in her tumescent tum. "Let's see... first I ate the frozen pizzas." "When you say the frozen pizzas, you mean the three big ones?" "Mm-hmm. You know about the ice cream, which I ate after that. Then the leftover lasagna. Then I ate the lunch meat, the rest of the cheese and bread and then the soup." "That was for my lunch this week!" She nearly swallowed the third doughnut whole. "Then I ate the chips, the salsa and the rest of the cake. The popcorn, um... the cookies your mom brought us – those were really good, by the way – the peanut butter, the jelly, macaroni and cheese, the milk that was left after the macaroni and cheese..." The fourth doughnut never stood a chance. "Let me ask you this, sweetie. What didn't you eat?" Still chewing the fifth doughnut, she patted the pink, rectangular box covering her breasts. "Why?" "I was hungry." "Why didn't I hear any of this? You ate all this in a few hours?" She nodded, the sixth confection wagging from her mouth as she did so. "I don't believe it! Is the cat still here?" "Don't be silly," she said in a cordial tone. "He's outside. I couldn't catch him anyway." She giggled between mouthfuls of the seventh doughnut. "This is too surreal. I must be dreaming." While he rubbed his face with both hands, she wrapped her sticky fingers around his right wrist and guided his arm to her belly. The sensation of it was all at once normal yet alien. She was warm, but where there was once an expanse of softness there was now firm flesh, bloated out of proportion by an inconceivable appetite. He could feel his wife churning, and when the eighth doughnut was swallowed, he could feel her swell. She used his hand to rub her stomach and cooed in relief. "See how real it is?" she asked with her mouth crammed full of the ninth sweet. He wrenched his hand away to snatch up the pink, rectangular box, leaving her breasts exposed. Having always found them pleasingly large, they seemed small and dwarfed in comparison to her belly. "What's wrong," she asked in high-pitched innocence. "I can't let you eat these." "You said I could." "I... I know I did, but..." "There's three left." Her fingers traced her exaggerated form. "Feed them to me." "No..." She bit her lower lip and grasped at her breasts. "Feed me." "I... I don't know..." She grasped at him. "Please." He gave a stifled moan. "You... I mean..." The tenth doughnut was glazed and coated in sugar, sugar that left sticky granules on his fingers. After the sweet was gone, her tongue lapped his hand clean. "There's more room in me, I promise." When she opened wide her mouth, he could see flecks of the prior sweets on her tongue and bits of chocolate stuck to her teeth. The low rumble from her stomach that petered out into a murmuring gurgle made him hesitate on the eleventh. "I'm sorry sweetie, I was wrong. I'm sure you can't eat the rest of these after eating the kitchen." "You don't have faith in me?" She lowered her head to gaze up at him, fluttering her eyelashes as she did so. "No, it's not possible. It's just not possible. You can't eat the whole kitchen, you'd of exploded before you ever looked at Mom's cookies." He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "I have to get up for work in the morning, so I'd like to go back to sleep so I can wake up and go back to sleep again. Did that make sense? It doesn't matter, good night Dream Wife, I'll see Real Wife in the morning." As he began to turn to nestle back into the covers, she hastily grabbed both of the remaining doughnuts from the pink, rectangular box in his lap. With both hands, she crammed the sweets into her mouth, chewing furiously. "You'll see," she said, speckles of frosting spraying from her mouth. "You'll..." Her stomach growled, loudly, like thunder. And like a thunderhead, her belly roiled and grew, bulging up like balloon. And like a balloon... "Oh, no..." She gulped down the rest of the treats. The sound was deafening and the force rattled the windows. To watch with naked eyes his wife explode frightened him to the core of his being. All that was left of her peppered the room and his body in grisly droplets and heavy chunks. He was too terrified to scream or move or even blink. He sat on his side of the bed, quietly, realizing too late that he wasn't going to wake up.

Tags: Belly Inflation, Butt Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, clothes bursting, Prose that Blows Runner-Up: Best Scene of Clothing Destruction, Prose that Blows Runner-Up: Sexiest Story, Prose that Blows X: We're Dedicated Swallowers of Fashion, romance, stockings Text: She breathed deeply, again and again, and each time she was slightly plumper than she had been with the previous breath. It wasn't immediately obvious to the casual observer, but I'd been studying her curves and I could see as she began to fill out. When her belly finally gained a bulge, she nodded, giving me the go-ahead; looking's over–time fortouching. I placed my hands on her hips and tugged her, pulling her roundness into me and holding her tight. I kept one hand on her back and with the other grabbed a handful of her soft-but-tight derriere, holding her as she continued to press against me. "Someone's excited," she said between breaths, rocking her bulging pelvis into mine. "But you know you don't get me until I'm full." I never prided myself on pillow talk, because in times of passion I tended to say the stupidest things. I just nodded and held her close. I knew how big she could be, it was part of how we met, so it wasn't a secret that she wanted to blow herself up into near-immobility. Part of our dance was the mutual tease; she would tantalize me with her body while I found that nothing pleased her more than overcoming the limits of clothing. Consequently, we made frequent stops to thrift shops and other secondhand stores, picking up articles that she could shred without too much guilt on our finances. Tonight's ensemble was a long skirt and halter top, both many sizes too large, of course, and a pair of dark stockings that reached up to mid-thigh. There was nothing else underneath the skirt; we'd given up on the expense of replacing underwear, and she said it was uncomfortable in its final stages. Still, I had a fine view of her midriff, and the skirt would accentuate her hips and ass later on. Before long, an obvious pinch ran around her where the skirt held her tight as she filled up above and below its waistband. "What do you think will go first," she asked, "The skirt, or the shirt?" Her breasts were bigger, of course, though it had always amused her that I was much more interested in gazing on her bloated lower half than in the massive breasts she always ended up with. "The shirt's got more weak points, with the buttons and the neckline, but the skirt has to be under more pressure." I squeezed her breast and her thigh, respectively, noting the tautness of the clothing over both. "I don't know," she said. "These stockings are pretty tight. They might be holding me back." We had our answer a few delicious minutes later: the lowest button on her top, valiantly straining against her belly and sides, gave way, followed shortly thereafter by the others, like a terrified regiment waiting for the first soldier to break and run so that they could all flee together. Her breasts heaved forward and outward, and she gasped at the suddenness. "The skirt wins!" she crowed, then made her way to the bed to devote her energy to inflating herself instead of standing. Said skirt was clinging to her very tightly; I could feel the fine mesh of the stockings through the skirt's material, and her thighs were filling the skirt's bottom entirely, pinning her legs together to further accentuate her cartoonish curves. It looked like she was sitting primly on the edge of the bed with her knees closed, but there was intense pressure straining to break free. "Careful," she sighed, "It's about to go. I can feel it." She began to suck in air quickly. One, two, three more breaths, and finally there was a low purring as the skirt tore across the widest part of her magnificent rear and exposed her cheeks, which surged out of captivity and tore the fabric all the way from the waistband to the hem. She howled with delight at conquering another restrictive piece of clothing. Now freed, her legs sprang apart, but to my surprise, the stockings were still holding strong. "I can't see," she said when she had recovered. "How close are the leggings to giving in?" She stopped growing momentarily as she leaned left and right, trying to see around her own bulk, but to no avail. I ran my hands along her legs and gave them a close inspection. "Not even a run in these things. Whatever it is, it's strong stuff." "That'll just make it more exciting when they finally burst," she said with a grin, and resumed her efforts. Her belly crept out, filling her sides, and her breasts began to point akimbo as her entire body swelled from within. Her thighs above the lip of the stockings inflated, giving her legs a slight muffin-top look. The area within the stockings barely grew any more at all, though, and her calves were hardly the size we both knew she should be at this point. After minutes of concentrated breathing, she lay back as much as she could. "Look at me! I can still move my knees!" She kicked her thickened legs back and forth for emphasis. "This is ridiculous! Where the hell did you get these things?" I tried to recall, though the erotically inflated vision before me was playing hob with my memory. "I think... maybe the army/navy surplus store? I remember thinking that the silk must have been recycled parachute material." "Whatever it is, it is not letting up." She patted her side, frustrated. "I'm not a sexy balloon yet." "How can you say that!?" I asked, coming along beside her and placing my head atop her mountainous belly. "I still have my legs. I'm not fully round." She scowled, then reached out and grabbed my hand. "We need to tag-team these bastards. Blowkiss me." "B-Blowkiss!?" We'd tried doing that once before, but she had gotten too big, too fast, to enjoy the growth. "Are you sure?" "I'm not giving up. Come on, let's do it." I leaned over her face, seeing the hunger in her eyes to be bigger, and the competitiveness that was filling her as much as the air. With a nod, I took a deep breath and kissed her, blowing into her with all the force I could muster. With the two of us inflating her, her body swelled quickly. Her breasts and belly merged into an enormous ball, and her arms began to be absorbed into her sides. Neither of us could see what was happening on the other hemisphere of her immense body, but from time to time she would grunt "Still... there..." and we'd continue. After several minutes of this, we finally called it quits. I went around to see the damage, and discovered that though she had never split the stockings, her swelling legs eventually pushed the fabric all the way down to her feet, which poked out from the room-filling ball of her body. "They're still there," I said, rubbing at a spot I thought was a thigh, "but let's call it a draw." "Take a picture," she growled from the other side. "There's going to be a rematch." This was an entry in Prose That Blows X, which centered on inflation scenes with a focus on clothing. It was my first entry in the contest series, and I'm surprised it was as well-received as it was. It also taught me that I'm far wordier than I know what's good for me. With a word limit of 1200, I had to drop the revelation that the stockings were a form of the pressure hose worn by fighter pilots to keep blood from rushing into their legs during high-G maneuvers. Maybe some readers picked up on that, though?

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation Text: Carissa was a beautiful young woman, one that could have appeared on the cover of any fashion magazine in the world had she chosen a career in modeling. She had honey gold hair, smooth, flawless skin, grey-blue eyes, and a delicate lips that framed a generous, sensual mouth. Her breasts were big and round, firmly held in place by the young muscle of her chest, muscle she kept up by working out regularly. She could have any man she wanted, and she had, but she was not concerned with men right now. At 22, she had found a job she was enjoying completely, one she thought she would love to be in for several years to come. Carissa was a clown, the kind you see at birthday parties and mall openings. She loved dressing up in her silly outfit, putting on the clown makeup and making children and parents laugh with delight as she performed for them. She was especially good at making balloon animals and people. She could take a balloon and turn it into whatever she wanted with such ease, proffesional clowns who had been in the business for much longer were envious. It seemed like all she had to do was wave her hands, and the balloon formed itself. Carissa made it look so easy! One day, Carissa was making her way home from the balloon supply shop she used. She was walking along the street, about two blocks from her apartment, when she noticed a little shop off to one side. The sign out front was what caught her eye. "THE BEST BALLOON ANIMALS AND PEOPLE THE WORLD HAS EVER SEEN!" "Hmmmm...." Carissa thought, "I'd better take a look inside, this guy might give me some competition!" Not that she really cared, there was more than enough business to go around, but she was curious as to how the person could make such a claim. And how they pulled it off. The doorbell rang as she stepped into a large, airy room filled with all kinds of balloons. Big ones, small ones, long ones, short ones, they seemed to be everywhere. Helium tanks stood off to one side, and books on how to make balloon animals lined one of the walls. "Hello there!" A small, wrinkled, smiling old man stepped out from behind a huge, round balloon, topped by what appeared to by a tiny head. Carissa looked closer, and could see two tiny hands sticking out at about shoulder level, and two tiny feet spread far apart near the bottom. The whole thing looked so ridiculous she could not help but giggle as she looked at it. "Yes, yes.." The old man followed her gaze and smiled, chuckling softly to himself. "That one's one of my pride and joys. I call her Blue Belle, took me several years to find the right shape and helium mixture to get her right, but I did it!" "It's amazing!" Giggled Carissa. She tore her eyes away from it after a moment, and turned to the old man. "Your sign out front says you can make the best balloon animals and people in the world. I'm a professional clown, and I would love to know your secret." "Well deary, seeing as I used to be a clown myself, I guess I could let you in on my little secret." He beckoned her to the back of the store, Carissa following without hesitaion. They moved into his workshop, and he made his way to a low table. As Carissa watched, he picked up a clear spray bottle and handed it to her. "Take it. My old hands don't move like they used to, I can't make the ballons fast enough to put on a show, I just teach people how to do it now." "What is it?" "My own personal formula for perfect balloon figures." He winked at her, his eyes sparkling mischeviously. "I can't tell you what's in it, but I will give you that bottle for now. You just spray it on the balloons, and you'll find they are much more durable than they were before. Why, they almost seem to form themselves. You might say they take on a life of their own!" The old man chuckled softly at this, though Carissa had no idea why. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to close shop now, I don't want to keep my wife waiting!" "Oh..sure...Are you sure about this? How much do I owe you?" "Not a thing, not a thing! Call it professional courtesy, one old clown to one young clown." The old man ushered her out the door, smiling and chuckling as they went, then locked the door behind her. "What a strange guy!" Carissa thought, then shrugged as she took the bottle and went home. Once there, she proceeded to spray all her balloons with the clear mixture. She then filled them with air, and proceeded to try and make them into forms. The old guy's formula worked like a charm. Carissa felt the skin of the balloons become thicker, more durable, and she could handle them with more pressure than before without worry about them popping. It was great! She made several lions, a few giraffes, and a small group of balloon men and women, fascinated by the ease with which she could form them. It really was as though they were forming themselves! Carissa stopped after a few hours, amazed at how the time had passed. She left the balloon forms as they were, lying about the floor, and went to bed. A few hours passed, then, as the clock struck 1am, the balloons on the floor seemed to move slightly, as though a breeze was blowing them, but all the windows in the living room were shut. After a moment, it was apparent that the balloons were moving on their own! The people stood up and walked about the room, as did the animals, till there was quite a crowd moving about Carissa's apartment. One of the balloonmen gave a silent command, and all the balloon beings made their way slowly toward Carissa's bedroom. They crept in the door, and over to her bed. The balloon people then bounced on the balloon animals till they were high enough to land on Carissa's bed. Then the giraffes used their long necks to bring up the spraybottle with the old man's formula in it. It took the combined strength of the balloon men, but they moved the bottle up to Carissa's face. Her mouth was open in sleep, and as she slept, they sprayed the contents of the bottle down her throat. The mist was so fine, she never felt a thing.... Carissa woke the next morning feeling rather bloated, as though she wanted to burp, but wasn't quite able to. Shrugging it off as gas, she rose from her bed and moved into the bathroom. She had a job today, and she did not want to be late. In the bathroom, she was surprised to find that her breasts seemed a little bigger, even a little bouncier. "Must be all that exercise." She nodded to herself as she climbed into the shower. A few moments later, she was showered and starting to pull on her outfit for the day. She had chosen the white one piece with violet stripes for the party. It was frilled at the wrists and feet with a number of big, fluffy purple balls moving down the middle of her body. When she put on her big feet and clown makeup, she looked positively goofy. Just like she wanted. As usual, she planned on waiting to don the shoes and makeup till she had reached her destination. Carissa was moving towards the door to her place, ready to go, when she felt the bloated feeling again, this time stronger. She tried to burp, but nothing came out. She also realized that she felt very odd, as though her body was thicker than it had been a moment before."Boy, I feel....strange." She said softly as she felt the strange bloated feeling becoming more and more pronounced. "What's happening?" Unsure of what to do, Carissa made her way back into the living room, intending to go to the phone and call her doctor. She had almost reached the phone, when she heard a strange, hissing/gurgling sound coming from her belly. At the same moment, the bloated feeling came over her with such intensity that she groaned softly from the pressure. She moved her hands to her belly, and was shocked to find it was bigger! Carissa looked down, and gasped with surprise when she saw her breasts were swelling visibly, growing at a rapid inhuman pace. In moments her breasts had doubled in size, then tripled, and she could feel her belly rising beneath her widespread fingers, growing and swelling at such an incredble rate that she looked full term pregnant with twins in a matter of moments! "What's happening to me??!!" She cried as she looked down at her swelling front. Then she received an even bigger shock as she realized it wasn't just her belly and breasts that were growing, it was her entire body! She could feel her sides bulging and swelling beneath her arms, and when she moved her hands to her backside she could feel it growing to. She could feel her legs thicken and swell, pressing against her clown suit as they doubled, then tripled in width. Her arms were also swelling, becoming thick, sausage shaped appendages that would no longer bend at the elbow. Whimpering with shock and fear, Carissa waddled slowly toward the phone, but by the time she reached it she was too swollen to bend over. She tried turning sideways, but even then her swelling body would not let her bend to reach the receiver, in fact, she suddenly realized she could not bend at all! Carissa stood in her living room, whimpering helplessly as her body ballooned more and more. She turned about in a slow, waddling circle in a desperate search for help, feeling her body swell and expand to larger and larger extremes. Her arms rose till they were at shoulder height, forced to by her swelling sides and their own amazing growth. She felt her legs spread farther and farther apart as they swelled and thickened, felt her crotch move down between her legs and continue on its downward course toward the floor. As she turned, she found herself facing the large mirror she usually used to examine herself before leaving for a job. The sight that met her eyes made her moan loudly in shock. She was huge! Her body, from under her chin to well past her knees, was completley spherical, her breasts were gone, havning been absorbed into the swelling ball of her body. Her arms and legs were completely useless now, they looked like soft cones that ended in tiny hands and feet. Her clown suit stretched tight over her massively swollen body, amazingly it was staying together during the incredible growth. The purple puff balls that ran down the center of her now spherical body stood up stiff and straight, pulled so by the tension in her suit. Carissa was staring at her reflection, amazed, and somewhat intrigued, by the change her body was going thru. Despite herself, she found she was actually enjoying the feeling of being so full. That was when she heard the first soft squeak of rubber. Turning her head, Carissa was shocked to see one of the balloon people standing up on its own! Then, she saw the other ballon beings she had sprayed with the formula rising to their feet as well. Carissa gave a small cry of fright as the balloonies slowly moved toward her, surrounding her helpless, globular body as she whimpered and flapped her hands in a desperate attempt to keep them away. "What's going on?" She moaned as she tried to get away from them. All she could manage was a slow, shuffling, side to side waddle that did nothing but turn her slowly around. The balloonies were everywhere! "Help me!....someone...help me!" She whimpered, knowing she was alone, that no one would hear her. Then, the balloonies moved forward and pushed against her now completely spherical body. Carissa realized she had stopped growing even as she felt herself being rolled onto her back. She squealed, flapped her hands and kicked her tiny feet in useless attempts to make the balloonies stop. Once Carissa was on her back, the balloonies took time to roll her about, from one side of the room to the other. At times some would ride on her globular body, or they would let her lay still and use her massive body as a field to play on. Through it all Carissa moaned and gasped softly in fear. Suddenly, the phone rang. Carissa's head snapped toward it as she tried to figure out a way to reach the phone. Then, to her amazement, the balloonies rolled her toward the receiver. She had just reached it whent the answering machine kicked in. "Hello Carissa." Came the voice of the old man from the shop. "By now, I suspect you have ballooned to a nice, big, round balloon. That, I must admit was the plan all along. You see, about five years ago I discovered something amazing. When we blow into balloons, they actually come to life! They cannot move or speak on their own, but their is a certain level of instinctual knowledge that they obtain. It seems we have the breath of life as far as balloons are concerned! Well, upon discovering this, I tried to find a way to communicate with them. I was successful, and you know what I found out? They hate being turned into shapes that are not natural to them! At first I tried to convince them of the good it did, but then I came to understand their position, and I decided to champion their cause. To that end, I created the formula I gave you yesterday. It does make balloons more durable, but it also alllows them to move on their own! When the balloons found they could move by their own power, they immediately wanted me to aid them in their revenge on those who had forced them to become shapes they did not want. I happily agreed." Carissa was appalled at what she was hearing, the man had to be insane! But what he said next made her blood run cold. "You are only the second criminal to fall to our justice. The first was a young woman by the name of Belle...." Belle? Carissa's eyes went wide as she realized the huge, round balloon in the shop had been a female clown like her! She moaned softly when she remembered giggling at Belle's exspense. Then she wondered, "What is he going to do to me?" "...so you will have some companionship as you take up a position opposite her in my shop, I am sure you two will get along famously....." Carissa screamed as the balloonies rolled her toward the door........ Four days later...... Carissa heard the door ring, and the old man greet someone. She tried to see over the gigantic orb of her body, but could not even get a minor glimpse. When the ballonies had rolled her into the back of the shop, the old man had stuck a hose into her mouth and pumped her full of helium. She now floated across the walk from Belle, and the two could speak in soft, mumble whispers when the old man was not around. A voice from below broke her from her daydreaming, her only means of escaping the punishment she was forced to endure. "My goodness! These two are amazing!" Said a female voice. "Yes, they are my best balloons yet." Carissa watched as Belle moved slightly from his caress, then felt herself bob about for a moment as he stroked her. "I call that one Blue Belle, and this one Carissa Clown." "How do you do it?" "Well, that's a secret. Why don't you follow me to my workshop and we can talk about it, one clown to another." As the footsteps faded away Belle and Carissa cast worried glances at each other. They would have company soon......

Tags: Breast Inflation, Female Inflation, floating, helium, magic Text: There was much giggling. One watched the street while the other maneuvered the helium cylinder up close to the window. The lights were on and the curtains closed, but a pair of eyes and a video camera watched the street through the mail slot in the front door. "Any sign of her yet?" "No, just some jerk jumping around under the plum tree on the corner. Hope he's still around to see the action. Perhaps we should wait 'til later, when there's more people about." "No, we can't guarantee we'll get this close later and I don't want to have to lug that tank around. Would you want her to know whom to blame? It'd look pretty obvious." "Not with everything that's going on tonight." "We'll stick with the plan as it stands. She'll think twice before flaunting her ridiculous chest in any man after this, audience or not." "The guy on the corner's gone. Here comes our friend though. The video is...on. Quick, start the first balloon" More giggles as a limp balloon was pulled onto the nozzle and the valve was opened. Helia strode down the pre-dawn sidewalk, admiring the last of the full moon, ankle weights and palm dumbbells making each step a cardio proclamation: feeling good, pumping blood, power on. Her cheeks flushed with hot blood, she didn't notice the mid-winter chill. "Glad I wasn't out dancing naked: what do they call it? Sky clad?; last night. Stupid Wiccan coven. Freeze their butts off one day," she thought. As she approached the corner with the leafless plum tree she felt a rumbling in her chest and came to a dead stop. Hands, still grasping their steel burdens, came up to give a reassuring caress to her abundant breasts, trussed up in their gravity defying sports bra. The rumbling recurred and continued, turning into a quiet but insistent hissing. "What is it this time? Magic pills slipped in my vitamins? Something I ate which disagrees with me? Scientific genius crossing a line man was not meant to cross?" "Is it working?" "She's stopped. She's playing with her boobs. Yes, her left tit is getting bigger. Give it heaps." The whooshing sound grew louder and the balloon expanded in all directions, tugging upward against the cylinder nozzle. Helia's hands now focused on her left breast as it sprung to attention under her outfit. Whatever was causing her inflation this time, it was fast acting and very specific. "Why only one breast? I love getting bigger, but a the unbalanced look is out this season." Her left hand found its way to approximately nipple ground zero and tried to hold in the growth in the hope that some restriction on the left might encourage the right to try catching up. No such luck. The breast continued to hiss and swell while its partner remained unchanged. "This outfit's still got some give, but who knows how big I'm going to get this time?" She began to pull her sweater upward, experiencing considerable difficulty in getting it past the inflating girth of her left breast. With her sports bra revealed, the imbalance became even clearer. "My God. She's taking that well. I don't think I'd look that calm with one huge boob and one, um," the girl at the spy hole looked down at her own small bumps, "less huge boob." "See how she likes this," replied her friend as she gave the valve a vicious twist. "Straining sounds came from the elasticated, triple stitched material of the sports bra. Cold air teased at the burgeoning breast flesh in the gaps being forced around the distressed fabric. Helia, with much practice in such circumstances, attempted to reach behind herself to save yet another expensive bra from complete destruction, but the new wave of expansion beat her to it and the remnant of the torn undergarment hung pathetically from her right side, still covering her other breast but lacking conviction. The newly freed left boob pulled upward, offering the poor girl a most uncomfortable new posture, which she alleviated by lying down on the sidewalk. "Might as well make myself comfortable while whoever's doing this has their fun. I'll have mine too!" One hand caressed the inflating, floating orb of ballooning breast, reaching as far out and around as it still could, while the other teased the more easily accessed nipple and areola under the remains of her bra on the right. "Wonder if they're into granting wishes?" "She's what?" "She's getting off on it." The girl at the cylinder hastily tied off her huge balloon and pushed her friend from the mail slot. Sure enough, there was Helia, not ten yards away, fondling her mis-matched boobies in the light of a street lamp. A car passed by, weaving erratically, its head lights veering away, missing the inflated, otherwise unmissable breast as tyres screeched and hubcaps flew. "Get the second balloon going," but the phrase was cut short by the loud hissing as her friend pre-empted her order. "Ah, finally, some yin to balance my left titty's yan," thought Helia. Her fingers, still passing over her nipple in circles, were spread apart by expanding flesh. The right breast, obviously eager to catch up with its sister, inflated quickly, throwing aside the forlorn bra cup and fighting for airspace above the supine super heroine. With hands still testing their tautness and massaging their massive surfaces, Helia's balloon breasts slowly drew her to standing, then to tiptoe, then to the toes of one foot. Helia raised her free foot to her hand and, using touch alone, undid the Velcro on her ankle cuff weight. Holding it as well as she could manage around the barbell, she gingerly repeated the process on the other side, drawing her huge breasts gently down 'til she could reach the remaining cuff. "What is that silly bitch up to? If she lets go of those weights she'll float away. Stop the gas or she'll float away anyway. We want to humiliate her, not get put away for manslaughter." The second balloon was tied off and all eyes crammed to watch the spectacle in the street through the tiny gap. They saw Helia, still standing en-pointe, gracefully raise her arms above her head and bring them down again quickly, releasing the four weights as one. She rose quickly out of sight. Helia shot upwards, breasts first through the early morning light and thought "Wheeeeeee." In the doorway the bewildered girls stared at each other, failing to notice the balloons they'd tied off growing larger, as voodoo works both ways.

Tags: Blueberry Inflation, Female Inflation Text: Racheal let out a relaxing sigh and turned over. She rested her head onto her lover's chest. Racheal was a small 5 foot 4 inch woman, she had dark almost shoulder length brown hair and dark green eyes. Besides being small and beautiful there was another noticeable thing about her. Her whole body was blue while her lips were purple. She wasn't naturally blue, her skin was originally light colored. She had gone over to a friend's house to study but before starting she had tried a new gum called 'Wonky's four course meal'. The gum was suppose to have the taste of four different food and when reaching dessert, blueberry pie, her whole body became blue and she swelled up to an incredible size. Which brings us to David, her friend and the man whom gave her the gum. David was a tall big guy. He had muscles on his body but a bit of stomach. His eye were dark brown and so was his hair. After Racheal swelled up into a blueberry woman, since David was the only one that knew about it she had wanted him to juice her. After several hours of intense juicing Racheal was finally back to her original size, expect her lips and breasts still had a bit of juice in them and her skin was still blue. That was another thing the two had in common, they both were now blue. David was soaked with blueberry juice and a bit of sweat. Another was that now both of them were naked. Racheal had lost all of her clothing when she swelled out while David removed his once she became excited after being squeezed several times. It seemed there was more than one way to get juice out of a berry girl besides squeezing her breasts they had learned. David was feeling a serenity of bliss just as much as Racheal was. He was resting his right arm under his head and had that male "I'm so good." look on his face. This was the last thing he expected to happen on this Saturday. Scratch that, this was the second to last thing he was expecting, watching your friend became a blueberry right before you was the last thing. In his senior year he had finally developed his first crush, which of course, was Racheal. She turned him down but after wards they became friends. For two years they were friends and had become quite close while attending cooking school. They were certainly much closer now. "That was fun." she said dreamily. "That's an understatement." "I think we got all of the juice out of me by now." David lifted his head and looked at her. "Not quite, you still have a bit in your lips and chest." "Hmmm, but I kind of like having fuller lips." " I wonder if that would do any harm if you still have some juice in you when your skin color changes back." "I'm not sure I want that change back gum now. I kind of like this blue skin look." she giggled. "Yeah it does make you look kind of exotic." "Hi, I'm Racheal and I'm a bluebearian exchange student." David chuckled. " But I think you should change back. I don't think you'll want to attract too much attention." "Awwww." "But I still have that pack of gum, only one strip is missing and I can order more." "All right you win. But let's stay like this for a bit longer." "Okay." Racheal rolled over, laid on top of David and gave him a kiss. "Thanks for juicing me, you're sweet." "Technically you're the sweet one." Racheal rolled her eyes. They laid there like that for a while longer until David spoiled it with, "Don't forget we should get to studying soon, probably after I call Steve for the reverse gum." "Oh damn I forgot about that." "We'd better get dressed in a minute." "Umm, David my clothes are shreds now remember?" "I can lend you one of my jeans...and 2 or three belts. That should work for pants, and a shirt." "Gee...thanks." With a grunt of disappointment Racheal got off of David while he got up as well. He then remembered he was covered in blue juice from head to foot. "''ll have to get a shower in also' he thought to himself. After calling Steve again for the reverse gum they still had some time until the guy would get there with the gum, he then decided to get his shower in then. Racheal agreed and joined him two minutes later. Monday came with David and Racheal passing their test with surprisingly good grades. While leaving their Cooking Methods class David turned to Racheal, "I can't believe how many old questions were on that test. That really saved us I think." "Yeah, most of the newer questions I got wrong." Their teacher for Cooking Methods, Chef Riley, always graded their tests by saying the answers out loud after everyone was finished, of course everyone had to grade theirs with a different colored pen than the one they wrote with. "We were a bit....busy last Saturday." David murmured. After they had showered, the reverse gum arrived and Racheal changed back, then they had to remove all of the tarps out of the house then clean off all of the juice that had gotten on the walls and flour, after all that they were tired and only studied for an hour. "Just don't tell anyone." Racheal whispered to David. "Don't tell anyone what?" A cheerful voice asked them. Before David and Racheal could turn around to face the speaker, she had practically skipped around them and faced them. "Hi, Felicity." Racheal said. Felicity was a tall pretty woman. She had long blonde hair, big enchanting dark eyes, and she nearly always had a spring in her step. "Hey you two." she said grinning. "What?" Racheal asked. "I just accidentally overheard you two wanting to keep a secret." "Oh really?" David said. "Yeah, but there's no need to worry about it." Felicity giggled. "Why, what do you mean?" Racheal asked. "Because the secret you want to keep, is very hard to keep a secret." "Uuhm, what?" David shot a nervous glance at Racheal and she did the same to he. 'There's no way, Felicity could know about what happened last Saturday, she told us she was going out of town with her sisters.' Racheal thought afraid, that Felicity knew about her becoming a blueberry. "But there's no need to worry about it. huh huh?" Felicity lightly taped her elbow into David's arm. David turned back to Felicity, "How do you know?" Felicity laughed, "Come on everyone can tell." "Oh no..." Racheal however was doing a better job of keeping her cool. She swung her brown locks back in a dignified way and said "What exactly is it that everyone can see?" "That you two are a couple." Felicity giggled. In there heads David and Racheal let out a huge sigh of relief. David went a little red in the face "How could you tell?" "I know you didn't kiss or hug during class, very professional by the way, but girls can just catch on faster than boys. Right Racheal?" Racheal smiled "Yeah that's true." "So how was your weekend, you two?" Felicity asked while leaning against the wall. "Um,-" David started but Racheal beat him to it. "Oh, we started studying for the test and later on we just started making out." "So just like that?" Felicity snapped her fingers. "That's about right, well, no not quite. I told you that we've known each other for about two years?" "You did but when I saw the both of you on Friday you were still friends." " Our feelings just swelled up I guess." At this David started laughing, "I can't disagree with you on that one, Rach!" Felicity smiled, "Cool. You two make a great couple." "Thanks." Racheal said cheerfully, David was still chuckling. " I better let you two go now, I'm not getting lunch at the cafeteria and I have to make sure I have time to change for the next class." "Kay, Felicity. See in the next class." "Bye Rachel, bye David." David was able to get out a goodbye while giggling. "You did that on purpose didn't you?" He accused her. "I didn't think you'd find it THAT funny." Racheal said while continuing their walk to the cafeteria. For the cooking students they had two different types of uniform. For classes where they would be cooking or baking they had a large thick cook shirt, black pants, a white neckerchief tie, and a white floppy hat. The two, as well as everyone else just getting out of Cooking Methods were dressed the same. Racheal and David took a seat at a small table. "What are you going to have?" Racheal said while taking a seat. "I brought food from home." "Great, are you going to sit here and watch my stuff while I get food?" "Don't you want to know what I brought?" David asked teasingly. "Okay David, what did you bring for lunch." "Just gum." "David, that's not very healthy...wait a second..." "SOME WONKY'S GUM!" David said loudly and held up a pack of Wonky's gum. Racheal lurched forward in her seat. "What are you doing!? Don't chew that here! I'm not having any! NOT NOW!" "Relax Racheal, I wasn't planning on anyone having some. I just thought I'd show you that they have more than one meal type. I asked for a few more packs when the reverse gum was dropped off." "Oh...I'll bite, what flavors are in this one?" David read out loud the gum meal "First we got some chicken noodle soup, followed by a Greek salad, then for the main course it's steak with mashed potatoes, and for dessert-" (here he had a mischievous grin) "- blackberry cobbler." "Blackberry cobbler huh." "I guess you'd turn into a big blackberry." "Hmm interesting, but I like blueberry's more. And I can't eat beef remember?" "I know I know, I was just curious." "Did you bring any other packs with you?" "Just this back and a strip or two of the reverse gum just to be safe. Hmm the wrapper is the same as the blueberry pie one" he noted while pulling out a piece. "Were you hoping I'd swell up again today. A little in-between classes fun?" "No, I just wanted to show you the gum." "Because I'm certainly not going to swell up into an ugly blueberry!" Racheal said with an angry tone in her voice. "I wasn't going to ask you to honest!" David held up his hands in defense. But Racheal made an evil grin, "At least not during the school week." David lowered his hands, "Oh well, cool. I'm glad. Let's get some food now. I'll watch our stuff first while you get food." But then Felicity came by and sat down with a plate of pizza and vegetables. "Hi." She said. "Hey Felicity. I thought you were going back to town for lunch." David said. She let out a sigh, "I was going to but my car won't start. A tow is coming by soon to get it." "I'm sorry to hear that Felicity." Racheal said. "If you need a ride getting home David has room in his truck." "Yeah, there's plenty of room. I can even give you rides to school like I do with Racheal until your car is fixed." That seemed to cheer Felicity up a bit. "Thanks, Dave, you're a good guy. Racheal's lucky." When they all got food they began chatting and eating. When it was ten minutes before their next class, Restaurant Running, they had to finish lunch early to change into their serving uniforms. David and Racheal left first while Felicity finished her last gulps of salad before leaving and following them. Restaurant Running was another fun class in the culinary program. It was ran by a very friendly English cook called Chef Rube, who didn't mind simply being called Rube, unlike Chef Riley. At the beginning of the term, the class was divided up into different teams which would rotate to different positions every week. This week the group featuring David, Racheal, Felicity, Linda (a tall Mexican woman), Rick (one of the older students who's children were grown up), and Mitch (an even bigger guy than David with a goatee) were the serving team. The class were actually a team that ran a small little restaurant room that was right next to the College's kitchen, the restaurant sat only about 25 people. The serving uniform was made of 1) a white button shirt, 2) a black button vest, 3) black bow tie (which Linda and Felicity couldn't help but giggle that the uniform's came with clip-on's) 4)black slack and belt 5) black socks and shoes (most of the students just wore the same shoes as they did for anytime they cooked) 6) your name tag and black apron. As they entered into the restaurant room, Chef Rube said out loud "David, you're as cute as a button!" David smiled nervously and laughed a little with the rest of the class, 'Friendly he is.' he thought as he took a seat. Chef Rube began his Pre- opening lecture "Right, today we're going to have a full house, but they're all coming at the same time, good for the servers huh? Getting all of your orders in at the same time. They're all members from the Mushroom Festival group just to let you know. As always: don't be nervous, the second year students are here to help you, be polite, enjoy the experience and ALWAYS answer the phone." That was THE one thing that could get Chef Rube mad, it was when no one answered the phone. "Right off you go!" he said and went into the kitchen with all of the students that were working in the kitchen. Servers were the ones that had to clean up and set up the dining room, so the six first year students began wiping off all the tables and chairs with cloths, while the three second years were helping them by slipping today's menu into the menu covers, a pretty difficult job believe it or not since the paper was always too large for the menu. Felicity was bent over one of the chairs and was wiping it down when a small Multi-colored strip of wrapping fell out of her shirt pocket. "Oh yeah," Felicity said as though remembering something and picked up the strip of gum. Just then one of the second years noticed that Felicity's blonde hair wasn't tied back like Linda's or Rachael's. "Hey, Felicity, you gotta put your hair back or else we'll ask Chef Riley to come down here and cut it off" he said jokingly. "Ooh, thanks for reminding me!" Felicity said, getting ready to tie it back when she then pulled out that stick of gum again and said "Hey David, you don't mind sharing some of your gum with me do you?" David and Racheal were working behind Felicity, upon hearing the word 'gum' Racheal shot a look at David but David's face was calm and he said "I don't mind sharing with you, but I don't think we should chew gum while in uniform. I can give you some mint gum after class." he gave Racheal the 'See? What makes you think I'd leave a strip of Wonky gum lying around?' look. Felicity began unwrapping the gum, "You said yes, and technically you didn't give me this strip." David and Racheal both stood up. "What do you mean by 'technically you didn't give me this gum'?" David asked. "Well, you left a piece were you sat at lunch. I noticed it right before I left and picked it up." David quickly thought back and tried to remember that he put that one strip back into the case, or in his pocket, or in his backpack. He couldn't. David quickly looked at Racheal who shot him a 'See? I knew you were stupid enough to leave a strip of Wonky's gum around.' Racheal stepped forward, "Listen Felicity, you're not going to like that gum. See what it does at the end is-" David stepped past her, "Yeah, you're definitely not going to like it, I mean it has four different flavors!" Racheal knew Felicity was the curious type and she quickly hit David on the arm. "I mean, they're all blended together so it tastes like nothing!" David tried to correct himself. Felicity turned around to face them, the gum was unwrapped. "Four flavors? Then I'm trying it now." Racheal said "Please no, Felicity!" "Down the hatch." Felicity said while putting the piece into her mouth. "AWP!" Racheal and David said in unison. Felicity began chewing and made a face, "Ew, it tastes like paper." "See I told you it tastes bad, better spit it out now." David injected. Felicity eyes widened "WHOA! I can taste chicken noodle soup!" "That's great, spit it out." Racheal said. Felicity, unsurprisingly, didn't spit it out. "Ah it's changing! Ooooh, Greek Salad time! Tastes just as good as this one time I went to Greece when I was 17!" "Wonderful! Spit it out!" David said. Racheal grabbed David's arm and spun him around and whispered to him "David, why did you let Felicity have that gum!" "I swear it was an accident! Just like last time!" "We'll talk about it later." Racheal then turned around and faced Felicity while she went onto the main course. "Here go, I loved beef! Potatoes too!? This meal is just about perfect. "Felicity please spit the gum out NOW!" Racheal pleaded. Mitch then came over to where the three were, "Hey Dave, what's going on?" "Nothing, here why don't you go into the kitchen!" David then practically shoved Mike into the kitchen. The only problem was that there were other people in the room besides Mike that had to be rid of. David got back to Racheal and Felicity just as she was saying "All right dessert time! Blackberry Cobbler!" and began chewing more vigorously. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Racheal and David shouted out together causing Felicity to jump back several feet, the rest of the servers looked up, some of the cooks poked their heads out from the kitchen. All was quite for 10 seconds until Felicity, "What's wrong with you two?" David and Racheal gaped at her... Nothing was happening to her, Felicity's skin wasn't changing color, nor was she swelling out. David began to laugh nervously, "hee hee, just kidding with you Felicity.". He turned to Racheal and whispered "Thank god for duds." Since there was no emergency the cooks and servers got back to work. "Sheesh, David calm down. Hmmmm this is really good cobbler, it's like the god of cobblers came down and baked for me the mother of all cobblers!" Felicity said enjoying the gum. Racheal and David sighed in relief and turned around to get back to work. They heard Linda walking over to Felicity saying " Felicity could you please get back to work-Oh god! What wrong with your hand!?" At that last part David and Racheal spun around. Felicity was staring at her hand, it was now a very dark purple. "What's what's happening!?" Felicity said while turning to look at her other purple hand. Racheal dived forward and landed right next to Felicity's leg, who paid her no heed. Racheal grabbed Felicity's pant leg and pulled up, revealing more of her smooth purple colored skin. "Oh hell." Racheal whispered. "It-it starts from the bottom, this one" David muttered, while the purple coloring crawled out from under Felicity's collar and onto her head. "Felicity it's spreading to your head!" Linda squealed. The rest of the servers were coming over to the purpling woman. By now The purple was up to Felicity's nose, her lips now black. "Oh god..." she whispered as the color sank into her forehead, now making her completely purple from head to toe. "Here it comes" David muttered nervously. "Poor dear..." Racheal whispered. Felicity was staring at her hands in awe, she then thought 'Ooh, why do I suddenly feel full?" She looked down and let out a gasp. Her thighs were slowly filling out. "My legs are getting bigger!" she said while poking her left leg, leaving an imprint for a second. The thighs continued to fill with juice, pulling her slacks tight and taunt. Racheal looked higher up Felicity's body and saw that her stomach was also filling out. "Ooooooh" Felicity moaned while putting her hands against her stomach, not realizing that she was mimicking an action Racheal had only just done that weekend. Some of the quicker thinking servers were racing around trying to do something. "What's happening to her?" "She's blowing up like a balloon!" "Somebody get Chef Rube!" Suddenly it seemed that several more gallons of juice were added to Felicity's butt, with a loud slosh her enlarging butt sank down lower still pulling her slack tighter. She whirled around and looked at her lower backside, whimpering. The woman's stomach was still being pushed out further and further with juice, causing a button to fly off her shirt. It flew with such speed that it hit a water glass causing it to shatter. Felicity whirled her body around wondering where the sound came from but at the same time a second button flew off her shirt, hitting Rick in the stomach sending him head over heals. Everyone was ducking for cover in case more buttons were to blow off her. Some ran into the kitchen while others , like Racheal and David hid under a table and continued to watch. Felicity's middle and thighs continued to swell out and out. David started to think that, not only the desserts vary from flavor and color but the swelling effects were different. Racheal started bluing in her cheeks and from her face it traveled down, her breasted were the first to swell followed by her stomach and thighs. Felicity's purpling started from her feet and traveled upwards, while her swelling started and seemed to stay in her middle...so far at least. Felicity's calves started to swell out also, causing the side seams of her slacks to tear. Her sides were also started to fill out, she gave several soft moans and began trying to fumble with her belt. "Oh god! This belt is going to cut me in half!" Her waist was being pulled tight against the belt, a squeaking noise was started to be heard and Felicity bite her lip in pain. The zipper of her slacks was pulled apart and a second later the slacks button also flew off with a pop. Her white shirt was being rolled up her stomach, causing a third button to fly off her shirt while revealing more of her dark purple flesh. The pressure wasn't stopping! Her belt really was going to cut into her waist! "Help! Somebody help me get this belt!" She yelled out loud. More squeaking then a snap! Felicity's belt had finally snapped in two, with loud sloshes her sides and stomach rolled out further due to that restraint finally being removed. The woman's still tearing slacks slipped down her thighs several inches, showing that she was wearing bright red panties. But Felicity didn't seem to care that the class could she her underwear she just let out a relaxing sigh and muttered 'finally'. Some of the group were still running around like there heads were cut off. "Poke her with a pin!" "You idiot that'll cause her to explode!" "What did this to her!?" But she continued to swell, though her sides didn't seem to be growing out as much now, the juice seemed to now be traveling either up her body or down further. Felicity noticed this since her breasts were starting to enlarge. "My boobs! They're getting bigger!" She cried out. Her expanding cleavage was stretching her shirt out even further, causing another button to burst of her shirt followed by two from her black vest. She whirled her face around as her thighs continued to swell up and her stomach filled up more, making her legs appear to be shrinking, her panties stretching out and out around her hips. "Help I'm going to explode!" Racheal said to her soothingly while walking up to the blackberry woman "Shhhh, you're not going to explode, you'll be okay." "What makes you think that!?" Felicity said while her cantaloupe sized breasts hit another growth spurt causing the last of her buttons to blow off, sending Racheal back into hiding right next to David. Felicity's red lacy bra was pressed against her huge cleavage, dark juice was already staining it somewhat. Her mid section wasn't swelling outwards so much now instead it was stretching upwards, making Felicity even taller. Her legs were getting shorter and shorter, she started taking nervous wobbly steps around the room. "It's getting harder for me to move now." She muttered. Her slacks gave one last loud rip and finally were torn enough to slide down her legs and off her body, but that didn't give her too much more mobility. She cupped her hands under her breasts and muttered " These are soo heavy.". Her arms were still move-able but they had only just started to pump up with juice. David whispered to Racheal. "Have you noticed she's swelling out a bit differently then you did?" "Uh-huh. She's not rounding out all over like me, instead her lower half is getting a bit more juice than her upper half, plus she's getting taller, like she's stretching out. I'd say she's gotten to be 2 or 3 feet taller. "Wonder why." "Think David. Blueberries are round, blackberry's not so. One end of the blackberry is larger than then the other, in this case Felicity's lower end swelling out more than the other, like a blackberry." "When did you become an fruit swelling expert?" Racheal did another eye roll "It's just logic I'm using!" Felicity was three feet taller than she originally was before. Her arms were even more filled out and she could barely bend them now. Her breasts were past the size of watermelons and she was having difficulty standing up now. The sides of her body were growing wider and they tore her shirt in two, the sleeves tearing apart as the arms blew out. Her vest was missing all of it's buttons but it was still in one piece. The lacy bra was still going strong, her huge orbs were overflowing from above and below the bra's cups. She wobbled and wobbled, left and right, her legs nothing but short shins now. Her panties barley able to be seen due to her torso overflowing over them. At least the black bow tie was still on. The blackberry woman didn't even seem to notice that she was still chewing the gum. Racheal nodded and said "I know how she feels it's hard to stop chewing that stupid gum" Felicity began to feel an odd sensation around her face, she couldn't put her hand up to her face since her arms were being pulled into her body in similar fashion to her legs. Once she felt her cheeks touching her shoulders she figured out that her cheeks were plumping up, and also her lips! She bite one and could taste a flesh flow of blackberry's. "Oh my god! I'm turning into a blackberry!" she yelled out loud. The bra was finally at it's limits, it began groaning in agony and shaking. Felicity whirled her head, throwing her blonde hair all around. "Help me! If this bra goes out I won't be able to stand up!" And on cue her bra exploded, her breasts rolled out into their full sized glory. Her body full of juice leaned forward and landed on her chests, causing some to squirt out. "Help me!" She started hysterically. David and Racheal came out of hiding and helped role her onto her back. She still flapped her useless hand and kicked her stubby feet. She swelled out a bit more, she would whisper through her large black lips "so-so big!" Her panties stretched, well they would slide down lower and lower on her body, until they reached her legs and wrapped themselves around there. Barely keeping just her center covered. After another two minutes the blackberry girl stopped swelling. "I'm so BIG!" she wailed. Racheal gently rubbed her belly soothingly "Don't worry, Felicity. You won't be like this forever. There is a way to fix it." Felicity's eyes looked up hopefully at Racheal. "Really!?" Now other people were coming out from hiding, gaping at the huge blackberry girl. David began herding people out of the room for privacy. "Come on guys, come on! Get out, you're making her nervous." "And why should you and Racheal stay in here with her?" sneered one man. Chef Rube leaned in closer to David, David turned to the Chef. "Listen Chef, we would very much like it if everyone but me and Racheal left the room. Could you help me." The Chef thought for a moment. "Why? Do you know what you're doing? Can you really help Felicity?" "Yes. I'm an Eagle Scout and I have the Merit Badges for First Aid and Emergency preparedness. Racheal will be my assistant, she'll know what to do." "All right, only if you're sure you know what do to." The Chef began to help David lead everyone else out of the room. The last to leave were Linda and two other girls that were helping to comfort Felicity. With a last "It's going to be okay" Linda lead the other two out, only Felicity, Racheal and David were left in the room now. Since it was now a bit more private, Racheal asked Felicity. "Now Felicity, we can help you, but you'll have to answer a few questions. All right?" Felicity nodded nervously. "Before we start do you want to spit that gum out?" Again she nodded and Racheal took the gum from her. "Okay. Now this will be a bit strange to you but do you have a boyfriend?" "Yes." "What's his name?" "Tom." "Now are you and Tom...um...this is important remember...intimate?" Racheal whispered. Felicity blushed, a light tinge on her dark purple cheeks. "Yes." then added with a small smiled "very." "That's nice, do you think Tom can come here. Is he working or in school at the moment?" "Umm, I think he's getting off work soon. Why?" "If Tom were here he'd be a big help to us all." "Okay, Racheal." "Where does he work?" "I'll give you the number." Racheal used the dinning room's phone to call Tom. Meanwhile David stayed with Felicity for company. After pulling back the water glass from Felicity's mouth he sat back into his chair right next to her. "Y'know I'm willing to bet you're not the first berry girl." "What makes you think that?" "Well, Racheal's got you beat by a few days, by the way don't worry about being so thirsty she was also." "She-what?" her eyes widened a bit. "Yep, that was my fault too. She turned into a big blueberry!" Felicity's eyes widened even more and she made a O with her mouth, then she started laughing. "She'd make a cute blueberry! Ha ha!" "SHHHH!" David said and looked up at Racheal still on the phone, she hadn't heard it. "But seriously please don't tell Racheal that you know about it. I'm just telling you because, last Saturday she was just like you, all berried up. Then a few hours later, TA DA! Good as new", David pointed at Racheal. "Wow. I'm not so worried now ,Dave." "Good." The man accidentally placed his hand on her stomach and leaned down, this caused some of the juice inside of her to travel down lower into her body. Her thighs and stomach swelled out and stretched her panties, which groaned and began to shake again. "Aaa! David get off!" she quietly said. "Sorry sorry!" David then removed his hand, the groaning and shaking panties promptly stopped. "I'm also sorry about your slacks and shirt. At least you have some clothes still." David said. "You mean Racheal was naked?" "Ahem, yeah." "Poor girl." "She calmed down a bit later." Racheal then came over having finished up with her phone call. Twenty minutes later, Tom, a handsome tall black man arrived. Once catching sight of his berried girlfriend he dropped the duffle back with Felicity's spare clothes in shock, he couldn't help but oogle at her new look. "Wow...." he muttered. Racheal remembered David having that very same look when she was a blueberry woman. Racheal and David were about to explain what to do when they saw that Felicity and Tom already knew exactly what to do. Tom went over and began soothingly rubbing Felicity' purple stomach, Felicity made a little squeal of excitement and kicked her feet happily. David cleared his throat. "Tom." Tom continued rubbing Felicity's belly. "TOM!" Tom looked up, "Sorry about that." "When she's all juiced out, you have to give her this gum if you want her skin color to return." Tom took the reverse gum, looked at it then pocketed it. "All right thanks." Felicity began whimpering for Tom to continue his rubbings and he gladly got back to work. Racheal added: "We also have a CD player in the back with a lot of CD selections, in case you two want music." "Thanks." Felicity said in-between moans. David looked and around and made sure that the tarps perfectly covered the whole room, it would be a nightmare if the whole floor was soaked with blackberry juice. "Hmmmm, what shold we play Tom." Felicity said. " I don't know, I'll go grab some and we can decided what you'd like before we get to the fun part." "All right we'll leave you two alone for a while." Racheal said leaving while David followed her. The two walked through the kitchen, everyone else had left after Chef Rube put up a sign saying that the restaurant would be closed for that day. "Remember when we were like that Rach?" David asked. "It only happened last Saturday, Dave." David chuckled. "Honestly what is with men seeing their girlfriends berried up like that." Racheal thought out loud. "Well, what's with women immensely enjoying the feeling of being juiced?" David said while putting his arm around Racheal's shoulders. Racheal complied by putting her arm around David's waste. "I guess we'll just have to enjoy it and not understand it." said the man, pulling Racheal a little closer to himself. "So what other flavors do you have?" Even though the two were nearly through the kitchen they could still hear Felicity give a loud moan of pleasure.

Tags: Belly Inflation, Breast Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Clean Popping, competition, inhale, self inflation Text: Lilly was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper when Kirsten came home, groaning as she entered. "Hey Kirsten. Rough day at work?" Lilly asked. There were few things Lilly enjoyed more than a quiet, relaxing break from her day to read the paper. This of course meant that Kirsten would try to ruin it. "Terrible," she replied. "My back is so stiff right now." Kirsten stretched, extending her arms backward, lacing her fingers together and arching her back. She held the pose until she was sure Lilly had noticed. Lilly frowned. Kirsten was more than amply endowed; she'd be more than a handful for several hands. Lilly, on the other hand, was not. To say that she was modestly endowed would be overstating the case. Not that it bothered her at all. She was quite satisfied with her body. She thought the popular emphasis on crude sexuality was rather silly and pointless. And that was what really annoyed Lilly; Kirsten was constantly flaunting her curves just to point out their size disparity. Lilly didn't look up, but she could see Kirsten in her peripheral vision and knew full well what she was doing. "I'm the only other person here, Kirsten, and I'm not impressed by your 'look at my tits' pose." Kirsten stuck her tongue out. "Come on, I know you're jealous." "No, I'm not," Lilly replied sternly. "Just because you fill out your tops more than I do doesn't mean you're any better than I am." "I dunno, Lilly," Kirsten murmured, giving one of her breasts a gentle squeeze. "I know a lot of guys who think different." She enjoyed tormenting Lilly so. Lilly had had enough of this. She put down her newspaper and took a deep breath, puffing her chest out. Kirsten just looked on with bemusement. But when Lilly exhaled, her chest didn't recede completely. Kirsten's jaw dropped. Lilly had breasts. Certainly not as large as her own, but quite substantial in their own right. "Wha-ha--how?" Kirsten stammered. "See? There's nothing special about stretching out a blouse. Anyone can do it," Lilly quipped. "So can we stop with the constant boob jokes?" She went back to her reading. Kirsten was still a bit shaken by Lilly's display, but her composure quickly returned and with it came her old cockiness. "Hmph," she sniffed. "That's a pretty neat trick. But you're still nowhere near competing with these big girls. I'll just have to start calling you 'mosquito bites' instead of 'ironing board'." She gave herself a boost with both hands. "I'm packing melons here, and you barely have apples," she sneered. There was no way Lilly would be able to get any reading done until this was settled. "So it's gonna be like that, huh?" She stood up and walked over to Kirsten. Looking Kirsten right in the eyes, she took in a very long, very deep breath. Kirsten looked on in awe. Her bravado melted away as Lilly's expanding endowments matched, then exceeded, then dwarfed her own. Satisfied that she'd made her point, Lilly released her breath with a sigh. "So, Kirsten," she said smugly, "How do you like them apples?" Kirsten was trembling with rage. "Anyone can stretch a blouse, huh? Let's see who can stretch more." Lilly was skeptical that Kirsten's huffing and puffing would amount to anything more than hot air, but her doubts were quickly dispelled by the sight of Kirsten's bust expanding. Spurred on by the look of shock on Lilly's face, Kirsten redoubled her efforts. Sucking in great gusts, Kirsten swelled bigger and bigger. In steady surges she grew from being merely well-endowed to being mindblowingly bosomy. And still she kept puffing. By the time Kirsten stopped pumping herself up her breasts were comically huge, far surpassing Lilly in size. "There," Kirsten said. She smoothed the cloth of her incredibly overstretched dress down the sides of her newly massive bust. At her current size, she could easily compete with the biggest of the surgically-enhanced exotic dancers. She looked like a caricature of a busty pin-up girl, but was beaming with pride. "Looks like you're not the only one who can stretch things, little girl." Lilly laughed. "What are you so smug about? You look ridiculous!" Kirsten thrust her chest out and swung her breasts slowly, side to side. "Someone sounds like a sore loser," she sang mockingly. Lilly growled. She'd never get a moment's peace if she let this go. "Alright," she said. "You think you're hot stuff? You ain't seen nothing yet." Lilly inhaled more quickly and more deeply than before. Kirsten gasped at how rapidly her roommate was inflating, watching in stunned silence. Lilly easily surpassed her in size within moments, and showed no signs of stopping. "See how it's done?" Lilly said, and continued to inhale. "Mmmm," she sighed, rubbing her breasts, blissfully losing herself in her expansion. She'd blown up far beyond any reasonable size, but this was hardly a reasonable situation. She kept inhaling, growing ever bigger. A sudden feeling of tightness in her chest that brought her back to reality. Lilly's eyes snapped open as though she were suddenly awoken from sleep. "Wow, look at how big I am!" she squealed. Lilly had even surprised herself with the size she'd achieved. The word enormous seemed insufficient. Lilly's arms could still reach around her bust, but just barely. Her breasts eclipsed most of her torso, jutting forward full and proud. "There, I think that's big enough," Lilly said. "This should settle things once and for all." But Lilly wasn't nearly as sure of herself as her boastful tone implied. She patted her bosom, and its taut fullness only reinforced her concern. Lilly was glad she'd stopped when she did; she didn't know how much more she could take and was extremely hesitant to push any farther. She hoped that completely blowing away Kirsten in size would dissuade her from trying to raise the ante. Kirsten quickly dashed those hopes. If anything, seeing just how huge Lilly could get emboldened her. "Hah! Is that the best you can do? Stand back!" Kirsten drew in a series of long breaths. Her breasts inflated quickly, stretching, filling, and overfilling her dress. Lilly watched anxiously. Kirsten would quickly outgrow her, if she could keep up this pace. Fortunately for Lilly, she couldn't. "Ungh," Kirsten grunted. She hadn't quite filled out as much as Lilly had, and was struggling inflate any farther. Her breaths grew shorter, the strain showing in her face. "Having some trouble there?" Lilly asked, confident that this contest would soon be over. "Shut up, bitch," Kirsten grunted between breaths. "I'm just getting started here." "I don't see what the problem is," Lilly taunted. "It was so easy for me to get to this size. If you're struggling now, you might as well throw in the towel." Kirsten scowled at her. "Oh yeah? Watch this." Kirsten closed her eyes. She focused, sucking in more and more air, pushing through the groans of protest from her dress and her own skin. It was difficult, but she kept going. Slowly but surely her breasts filled up larger, though not as much as she'd expected. Kirsten frowned. She couldn't see what was going on under her breasts, so she had to feel with her hands to confirm what was happening. Some of the gas was going to her belly. Lilly snickered. "Maybe you should lay off the junk food. Looks like you've got a serious case of gas there," she said, pointing at Kirsten's increasingly prominent gut. Lilly's teasing only spurred Kirsten to angrily increase her efforts. "Maybe, but you're the one who's just fulla hot air." Using her hands to press her stomach in helped some. Her gut was still growing, but she quickly caught up with Lilly in the bust department. One more giant breath, and it was clear that she was bigger. But it wasn't enough for Kirsten to just beat Lilly. She wanted to crush her. She kept inhaling, breasts and belly growing to a a monstrous size. Lilly had to step back to make room. When Kirsten finally stopped, her breasts were so huge that she could barely see over them, and her belly wasn't far behind in size. The exertion had left her sweaty and winded, and she was so swollen she could barely move. "Who's the biggest now?" she said. Although she was sporting a victorious grin, her voice was strained, her breath coming in short, labored gasps. Lilly was truly astonished by how big Kirsten had gotten. She loomed vast, taking up much of the space in the living room. "Holy shit, you're huge," she said softly, humbled. "Aren't you gonna try to beat me?" Kirsten taunted. Lilly looked at Kirsten, then down at herself. She gave herself a squeeze, testing her fullness. She winced, not from discomfort but from the incredible firmness of her breast. There was no way she could manage another round. Having to deal with a victorious Kirsten would be intolerable, but even that was preferable to the likely fate that would befall her if she inflated herself even more. "I -- I'm not sure that's such a good idea." "Ha! I was expecting a lot more from you!" Every time she shifted, her body let out a soft, strained squeak. "Are you okay?" Lilly asked. She was genuinely worried. Lilly gingerly pressed a hand against Kirsten's bosom and gulped with alarm. She was frighteningly turgid. "You look like you're under a lot of stress there." "More than you could ever handle, tiny tits." Kirsten's smiled briefly turned into a grimace as her body quivered and let out an ominous groan. Lilly stepped back. She could have sworn that Kirsten had gotten even bigger during that tremor. "I'm serious. You're way too big. You really need to let some of that air out." "So I'd be smaller than you? You'd like that, wouldn't you? Not a chance, loser!" She smirked. "Admit it! I'm the biggest! I won! I wo--" Her eyes flew open wide. "Wha?" With a tortured creaking noise, her body began to stretch and swell. The pressure was too much, and she could no longer contain it. Trying to put some distance between them, Lilly staggered backwards and fell onto the couch. Kirsten continued to swell, slowly and inexorably billowing outward all over. "Oh no! Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh NO!" she rambled frantically. She was desperately trying to blow the air out, but could only manage brief, ineffective puffs. And even that meager effort was cut off when the swelling spread to her cheeks; her lips and her fate were sealed. "Mmmmmmph!" Kirsten stared at Lilly, eyes pleading for help. But she knew it was of no use. Despite her skin's increasingly loud squeals of protest, she continued expanding. Lilly closed her eyes and got her arms up to shield her face just in time. BANG! The room was showered with bits of Kirsten's dress. There was nothing left of Kirsten. Lilly brushed a few cloth shreds off of her shirt as the enormity of what had happened sank in. "Kirsten's gone," she said, stunned. "What do I do now?" "Hi, my name's Robin. I'm calling about your ad for a roommate. When is the room available?" "Immediately. I mean, tomorrow, really. My old roommate didn't give me any notice, and she left a bit of a mess." "Oh my. Where did she go?" "Um, I'm not really sure. The last time I saw her she wasn't really dealing well with all the pressure she was under. She kinda blew up at me, and then she was gone." "I'm sorry to hear that. I'm pretty laid back, but I've had some high-strung roommates. Don't you hate people who can't handle stress?"

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Male Inflation, Implied Popping, voodoo, women inflating men Text: The mirror confirmed what Ballard Wilcox feared: He was getting bigger. There was no change in his diet; in fact, he'd been eating less since he'd become chronically unemployed. Yet his clothes were tighter, his shirts impossible to button, his pants barely closing around his waist. Stranger yet, he gently pinched his puffy arm, and it just felt...light. And hollow. Almost balloon-like. "Putting on a few, Bal?" his wife Dana chided him from the doorway of the bathroom. Although she'd passed the 40-year-old mark by a few years, Dana still looked like the beautiful, leggy brunette that Ballard married when she was 28. She seemed to have frozen in time, just as her large, pert breasts continued to defy gravity. Her ass had gotten mildly bigger, but still caused men to stare when she wore her usual tight-fitting jeans. However, Dana was a perfect example of the phrase, Show me a beautiful woman, and I'll show you a man who's tired of her shit. They started to fight when the money got tight. When Ballard lost his job a few years back, the sex stopped. Now it had been several months since the couple even slept in the same bedroom. "I just woke up like this!" said Ballard. "I wonder if I should see a doctor." "Great, yeah," Dana spat bitterly. "That's all we need: Doctor's bills on top of everything else. Unless he has a cure for 'loser,' I doubt it would do any good." "Dana, please," he implored her. "I've got a job interview today." "And you're going to go in looking like that?" "Well, I'm going to have to wear that big sweater," he admitted. "It's not really good for a job interview, but I don't have anything else that will fit." "Well, good luck, dear," said Dana. "I'm sure you'll do great." Struck by the first kind thing she'd said to him in years, Ballard was genuinely touched. "Thanks, dear." Dana walked away, holding her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Following her usual routine, she sat on the couch to watch TV. She longed to do more, of course: travel the world, meet celebrities, live on Easy Street instead of this 10th Avenue dump. But none of that would happen, she knew, because her husband was not a man of wealth and never would be. She hated him. She'd realised that years ago. She hated him! Ballard passed her on his way to the front door. Even his giant sweater seemed a size too small, just as his pants barely contained his torso. "Well, here I go!" he announced. "Shhhh!" Dana ordered him, before returning to her daytime talk show. A few minutes passed, as Dana watched from the window as her husband wobbled his way to the bus stop. The suspense was unbearable, but she knew she had to wait. Finally, the bus collected her loser husband and a smile broke out on her lovely face. Heart beating excitedly, Dana raced to her bedroom and threw open her closet door. The Voodoo Balloon that she'd purchased from that old woman at the curio shoppe really worked! She extracted the balloon from a small box in which she'd hidden it. It looked like a typical orange balloon, save for the word "Ballard" written on it in magic marker. She'd only barely puffed on it the previous night, and now her husband was plump version of his former self. The balloon was still small—too small to tie shut, so she used a clip—but last night was only a test. Dana now knew that what happened to the balloon would also happen to her husband. She thought about what happens when a balloon is over-inflated, and it made her giggle. She returned to the sofa, contemplating the balloon. The TV was on, but she heard none of it. She pictured her husband showing up at the job interview, only to start inflating in front of his prospective employer! She giggled again. Whatever would they say? What would Ballard do? It would be so humiliating—so blessedly, wonderfully humiliating. She knew she should wait. But she couldn't help herself. She took off the clip and let the air out. Several blocks away, Ballard, who had been stuffed tightly into his bus seat, suddenly deflated. The woman in the seat across from him, turned her head and stared. Wasn't that guy fat just a second ago? Ballard could only smile back at her before looking himself over. He sighed in relief: Whatever had happened to him, it's over now, and just in time for his job interview. Blocks away on 10th Avenue, Dana rubbed her teeth over the mouth of the balloon. "Yikes!" Ballard's hand shot to his crotch, and the woman across the aisle shot him another suspicious look. Ballard ignored her this time, wondering if he replaced one trouble for an even worse one. After sensually licking her lips, Dana puffed up the balloon once more. Ballard puffed up as well, his clothes returning to their former clinginess. This time, the woman across from him dropped her jaw. Ballard inwardly cursed. How long is this going to go on? Before he could think of more questions, his body surged again. Ballard went from anger to shock as his body expanded more than ever, tightening his pants around his waist until it was painful. The oversized sweater began to burst stitches. He wheezed from exertion. Please let this be the end of it! But back at home, Dana looked at the balloon and smirked. The word "Ballard" was stretching across the balloon's skin, and she could only imagine what the real Ballard looked like. If he was fat after one puff, imagine two puffs! ...Or three. She put the balloon to her lips and blew again. Ballard yelped as his body swelled a third time, his sweater audibly stretching and ripping. His pants tightened some more until— FOOMP! The button tore off his pants, setting his gut free to expand against the back of the bus seat. Now other passengers were beginning to stare, including the bus driver. "'Ey, now, wot's all this, then?" the driver asked his rear-view mirror. The bus pulled over to the kerb. Ballard thought maybe the driver was going to stop to get help. "Is this some kind of hidden-camera prank?" the driver asked Ballard, as all the annoyed fellow passengers looked on. "No, no!" Ballard insisted. "I think I have some kind of medical condition!" "Roight," said the driver. "A condition that makes you blow up like a balloon?" "Well, I realise that it sounds silly when you put it—" "Get out." Ballard sat stunned for a moment, then nodded his head, causing his puffy neck to bulge out comically each time. "OK." He gave a few vain tries to stand. "Um, I'm stuck." "Oh, fer—! Come here!" The driver grabbed Ballard's stubby arm and tugged until, with a "poink!" sound, Ballard popped out of his seat. The scene was closely repeated while getting Ballard out of the door, with the driver pushing instead of pulling. Clothes torn, humiliated, blocks from home, and looking like a balloon-doll version of himself, Ballard carefully waddled back to 10th Avenue as passers-by pointed and smiled at what they were sure was an elaborate gag. Dana put the balloon to her lips again... But no. It took some willpower, but Dana replaced the clip on the balloon and held it in front of her. She didn't want to get carried away. She wanted to draw out his misery, just as she had been miserable with him all these years of marriage. She would take her time. He would burst soon enough. It was late that evening when Dana heard the door open. "So how did the interview go?" she called out. "I didn't go," Ballard gasped. "What?!" Dana stood up from the couch and looked fully at her husband. Then her head rocked backward in laughter. It wasn't a mirthful laugh, but a cruel, mean-spirited one. "Dana! This isn't funny!" "It isn't?! Look at you! All puffed up like the Pillsbury Doughboy!" "Dana, please! I'm so tired. It took me hours to get home. If I'm not better in the morning, I really think I'm going to need an ambulance." "You need a parade," Dana corrected. "So you can be with all the other balloons!" Ballard winced. "Are you enjoying this?" The smile left Dana's face, which turned to cold steel. "Of course I'm enjoying this! What's not to enjoy? I get to watch you blow up like a balloon! I think it's great! Wonderful! I hope you blow up so much that you POP! I hate you, don't you get it?! I hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU!" Stung into silence by her sudden rage, Ballard could only gape at the attractive yet vindictive woman he once loved. "I'm...going to bed." "You do that, Bal," said Dana, waving him away dismissively. "Or should I call you 'Ball' now? Cuz you're turning into a balloon ball?" "I get it." Wheezing with the resumed exertion, Ballard waddled to his bedroom to sleep alone again. It would not be a sound sleep. It was long dark when Dana roused herself from the nap she'd taken on the sofa. The telly was still on, and on the screen a famous comedian opined, "It was so hot today, that a fat guy exploded." The joke received only a few laughs, so the comedian added, "Yeah, you're right. After all, he probably had family." The audience laughed a little louder. Dana looked at her watch and became instantly alert. She knew she was in for a fun night. She retrieved the Voodoo Balloon from her closet and crept as quietly as she could to Ballard's bedroom. She knew Ballard couldn't prevent what she was going to do, but she still didn't want to wake him. She peered into the darkness, a taut bulge on the bed shining in the moonlight. He was too weak, or didn't have the arms, to pull the sheet over himself, so his rubbery skin just shined bare in the moonlight. She stood outside the doorway, removed the balloon clip, and gently, very gently, puffed into the balloon again. And Ballard's midsection grew slowly upward, like bread dough. It was all Dana could do to suppress her laughter as she watched her hated husband expand even more, his belly growing outward and his arms and legs sinking inward as he became more ball-shaped. It was a slow, steady breath, and Ballard continued to sleep as his body inflated. He moaned softly in discomfort as more stitches began to snap on his pants and sweater, his boxer shorts becoming tighter around his groin, but the exhausted man did not stir yet. Dana paused to gaze banefully at her husband through the darkness. He lay there, totally helpless and immobile, nothing but his wife's toy balloon. He continued to exist only because it amused her. And her balloon wasn't nearly as big as it could get. She puffed up the balloon again. This time, Ballard's clothes began to audibly rip apart, and he finally stirred from his sleep. Dana quickly ducked around the corner as she heard her husband begin to panic. "Wha—? Oh my god! It's happening again! Worse that ever! Dana!" But Dana remained outside his bedroom door, blowing and blowing. The balloon was becoming nice and full, and so was Ballard. His head rose off his pillow as his neck disappeared, merging into the sphere that was now his midsection. He could no longer turn his head, something Dana noticed as she carefully poked her head inside the room. Ballard was enormous—a big, full, shiny balloon of a man, his only remaining clothes the strained boxing shorts that stubbornly clung to his bottom hemisphere. That, of course, was easily rectified with another puff of Dana's balloon. Riiipp!! The last shred of Ballard's decency was now gone, leaving him a round, naked balloon ball. "Dana!" he called out. "Help! Dana!" Dana paused for a moment before answering. "What's the matter, Bal?" she asked innocently. "Are you getting closer to bursting?" "Dana, please!" he begged her. "Whatever I did to you, I don't deserve to explode! Call an ambulance! Hurry!" "Oh, of course," she said, nodding with a sarcastic flair. "I'll get right on that." She walked away, suppressing her laughter. "God, I feel so tight!" Ballard called out. "I don't know how much bigger I can get! Please hurry!" Dana sniffed in contempt. Listen to that pathetic balloon-man whine! Then her eye caught a tiny portable heater, and she grinned. Turning on the heater, she held the balloon in front of it for several seconds. Ballard gasped. "Dana! Can you open a window? It's getting really hot in here!" Dana didn't respond. The balloon in her hand got warmer and warmer as it absorbed the heat. Beads of sweat ran down Ballard's puffy face. "Oh, god, I'm so hot! I feel like I'm going to explode like a bomb! Dana, are you calling that ambulance?" "It's on its way, dear," she assured him. "Could you please get me some water? I'm just burning up!" "Of course!" Dana called back. She stepped away from the heater and went into the kitchen. She ran cold water in the sink. And then she put the balloon directly under it. "Aaaaahhhh!" Ballard screamed from his bedroom. "Cold! Cold! Cold!" "I thought you were hot, dear," said Dana, smiling. "I don't know what's going on! Please tell that ambulance to hurry!" Dana turned off the water, but her smile remained as she put the balloon back into her mouth and blew. "Nooooo!" Ballard called out. "I'm getting even bigger! Make it stop!" But Dana kept right on puffing, making the balloon bigger and tighter. "Dana! Help me!" Pufffffff. Pufffffff! PUFFFFF!! By now, Ballard had blown up bigger than a weather balloon. He bobbled on his bed, shaking from the internal pressure. One more surge, he thought, and he would explode for sure! "Dana? I don't want to burst! Dana? Dana?!" Dana looked over her balloon. It was a beautiful thing, this source of her husband's misery, so big and so round. She rubbed it with her hand. Ballard moaned again, though with just a hint of pleasure behind the discomfort. The balloon was so taut and sheer. She could see her pretty face in it behind the elongated letters B-A-L-L-A-R-D that were stretched across its glowing, fragile surface. Her contemplation was interrupted again by her husband's incessant mewling. "Dana? Are they coming?" He no longer amused her. He was now just a problem to be disposed of. Dana casually opened a nearby drawer and pulled out a large steak knife. She held it over the balloon, savouring the moment. "Dana? Dana, are you—?" She thrust the knife into the balloon, and it burst into shreds.

Tags: Breast Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, fart, floating Text: "Ahhh...lunch break." Sally rejoiced. It had already been a chaotic day for her and she definitely needed one after the little 'incidents' she's already had during the beginning of the day. She was lucky she could bite in to her spicy chicken burrito and drink her Coke once again. She even changed out of her old stretched out clothes and in to new mini denim short-shorts and a light blue plad button up shirt with a stretchy little white tank top under it (just in case). "I so do not hope anything else happens now." she said to herself. Her mind kept flashing back on all the sudden growths she kept on having today. But for now, she'll just relax once again and act like it never happened. She finished her burrito and threw away the trash. She walked away with the half empty bottle of soda in her hands back to the Victoria's Secret. She wasn't working many hours today, now she only has about two hours left during the day. She walked pass numerous stores on the way back. Clothing stores, vitamin shops, bakeries, and many more in different variates. She walked passed the candy store that was across from the V.S., but something in the display window caught her eye. She turned around and saw a stand of new special pop rocks in the front of the store. 'Pop rocks, I can't remember the last time I remember the last time I had those. It must have been years. I guess I'll get a little pack to go.' She walked in like a little girl with a dollar in her hand and grabbed on of the packs from the stand. She bought the rocks and walked out with a big smile on her face, like it was her birthday. 'Cherry, my favorite.' she rejoiced. She quickly tore off the top seal of the pack and poured the little red crystals in her mouth. She felt the little crackles in her mouth go off, giving off the intense flavor in her tongue. 'Oh it's so good, I should've bought another bag.' She swallowed the entire mound of rocks down her throat. "GAG! *cough*" Some of the rocks stuck to the back of her throat causing some irritation. She quickly twisted off the top of her bottle and drank down the soda to get the rocks down her throat. 'Oops! Did I just have pop rocks and soda?' Unconscious of her actions she did what many have barely dared to do. 'Well I don't feel anything. Guess that old myth's not true. I'll just have more then, its so good. I feel like I can take anything after the expanding I did earlier today.' After thinking so, she continues mixing up the two as she walks back to work. She approaches the Victoria's Secret and chows down the last of her pop rocks and the last sip of her soda and throws them away in the trash. 'All done, now to get to work. No more gaining or expanding, just being me for the rest of today.' She explained to herself as an extra caution. Just a step away from the doors, she hears a loud and thunderous roar from her stomach. It was one like she had never heard of. 'Must have been the burrito.' she thought to herself. With that clear she walks into the store and took her place behind the counter. She wiped the counter clean and checked the cash register, making sure everything was perfect for the rest of the day. 'Ah, looks like its actually going to be normal for the rest of the day.' she thought to herself once again. A young man suddenly walks through the door, immediately catching her full attention. 'OH MY GOD HE'S CUTE!!!' she thought to herself as she looks upon his lean, sculpted body and his bright blond hair. "Excuse me sir, can I help you?" Sally cunning asks for his attention. The man walks up to the cash register. "Yeah, um...do you know where the thongs are, its for a gift." the man nervously asks, maybe for the reason that he's probably the only man to ever walk into a Victoria's Secret. "No problem. They should be down by the corner over there." Sally says and points to the left corner of the store. "Thank you." he says. "You're welcome." Sally says in a soft, seductive tone. He walks away and Sally is left there, oozing in love. 'Now that's a man I need in my life.' she thinks to herself as she daydreaming of her and him together running through the fields of flowers together. *grrrrrroooowl* a large growl from her stomach breaks up her dreaming. 'Jeese, maybe I shouldn't of had the burrito' *GRRRRROOOOWL* Her stomach roared even louder. That even caught the attention of the man from across the room as he looks over his shoulder in reaction. Sally's stomach began to cramp up in pain. 'Oph! That hurts. Maybe its not just the burrito.' Her stomach growled again, even louder and worse as the last one. She then felt a strange feeling in her bowls, like something building up in her. 'Oh no! I have to fart.' she tries holding the gas back in her butt. 'I can't pass gas now, there's a hotty in the room. It would be a total turn off and he'll think I'm a freak, even though I am one.' she felt it growing in her butt, getting to the point till she could not hold it any longer. 'Just a little longer' she kept repeating in her head, 'just...a..little...longer...' *RIIIP!* Her butt cheeks have swelled up and have pushed through her mini denim shorts and grew about triple their size, like the size of basketballs. The expression her face was covered in fear as her eyes were wide open and her mouth was dropped wide open. 'Please don't tell me I didn't just...' she reached her left hand back and touched the softness of her swollen butt cheek. 'Oh $and*%!' The young dream boy of Sally started slowly walking this way with a black thin-stringed thong in his hands. 'Oh crap! I've got to cover this up!' she looks around for the nearest sheild. With no time to lose she quickly unbuttons her light blue shirt and ties it around her waist. her small shirt barely managed to get over her huge cheeks, but would do for now. The man hardly notices and walks up casually to the counter. "Here you go." He said as he gave the thong to her. "OK." she says in a soft tone as she fakely smiles. She had trouble keeping a straight face. She tries hard stay staring at the at the young man and not her large troublesome booty. The man looks at her in confusion and yet suspisious. "Are you all right?" the man asked. "Yes, I'm fine thank you." she responds as the same tone as before as she scans the tag across. "That will be $5.99 please." she said. The takes out his wallet and takes out a five and a one dollar bill. He gives the money to her and she gives a penny in change. "Thank you come again soon." she says as she gives him the little plastic bag with the thing in it. "You're welcome." he says back and quickly walks out of the store. 'Thank god. That was too close.' she says in releif. she unties the shirt and puts it back on unbuttoned, revealealing her large rear end once again. Lucky for her the windows right next to her was cover in posters and displays of the latest fashionable clothing. She looked down at them, still amazed at their size. With one hand she softly squeezes one of her butt cheeks. It felt really soft and weirdly squishy, like an inflated balloon in each butt cheek. But what cause these balloons to infalte all of a sudden she thought. She then took the other hand as started squeezing the other cheek. She couldn't help but not stop, she started to like the feel of her new cushions. She started squeezing even hard, pushing the air through her cheeks. 'They feel so good.' She tightened the grips of her finger, trying to get more pleasure. She squeezed and squeezed and squeezed, but then, she squeezed them so hard the air moved out of the butt cheeks and defalted back to normal. 'What the...what happened?' her behind was completely back to being flat. 'Where did all the filling in my butt go?' She turns her head away from her butt and just leans her head on her arm like a stand. 'Well that was fun while it lasted. Maybe I should of showed him my butt while it was still inflated, I would have gotten a chance. Maybe if they were a little bigger.' She sighed and blinked as she was once again bored and tired. She looked around the room in procrastination, looking for something interesting to look at. Minutes past and her eye lids grew heavey, as though she was falling into a sleeping trance. She slowly laid her head on the counter, but as her head went down her right arm extended out and knocked over a stand of magazines from the edge of the counter. They hit the floor with a large knock and surprisingly woke up Sally. She looks around in reaction to the sudden shock, she then looks down at the floor seeing the magazines on the floor. She bends over from her seat and starts stacking up th piled magazines. She then realized something felt different, weird somewhat. She looked down further to realize that there was a big difference right in front of her. She noticed that her breasts were a little swollen, making some definition in her tanktop, but they were only one cup size bigger. 'Could it be the same as before?' she poked her right breast and felt the softness and the rubber balloon-like feel like her butt once did. 'Maybe it is, but wouldn't that mean...' Just then her breasts started growing before her eyes. They were growing like size of footballs pumping with air at a slow consistant rate. They pop the top button from her shirt and strechedd out her ___ tanktop, practicly ripping her bra apart. A few seconds pass and her boobs were now like the over inflated pro-sized footballs they are. 'This can't be real.' she says to herself. She gently pokes one of her blimpy breasts. The two start jiggling around like jello, wiggling in all different directions. She started to please herself at her new 'implants' 'Sweet, this even better then my booty. These are even bigger then Pamla Anderson's.' she says as she squeezed her breasts in delight. They were very soft, yet very squishy, like a pillow filled with air to comfort her desire. "Uuumm...Sal, is everything alright down there?" a familiar voice caught her attention. It was once again her weird and annoying boss Mrs. Brown standing in front of the counter. 'Uh...yeah! I just accidentally dropped these magazines." she quickly responds. She stacks all the magazines back up and uses them to cover her bloated breasts. With them covered tightly she sits back up and turns to her boss with a big fake smile on her face. "See, its nothing really." Sally replies. Mrs.brown still gazes at her in suspision. Scanning her body as she looked up and down at her. "You have been acting awfully strange lately. Are you sure you're alright, cause of you are its fine you can a sick day you know." "NO!" Sally interupts her boss. "I mean, I'm completely fine, its just that I had a rough morning that's all." Sally cunnningly lies. "Ok, I just want to make..." *grrrrrroooowl* her stomach growled loudly, even a few of the people outside heard it as they passed the store. It was completely silent for at least ten seconds, then her boss asks, "Was that you?" "Sorry, it must have been something I ate earlier." Sally replied. "Listen, I don't want my only worker today getting sick. Here's my key to the staff bathroom. It should be directly across from here. If you need to puke or crap out diarreha, please go ahead cause I really am NOT in the mood to wok for any customers today. Got it!" To Sally, she heard Mrs. Brown all clear. "I guess I'll take it in that case thank you." Sally says. "good her it is. Have a good day." her boss says and takes the small silver key off her keychain hanging from her belt and hands it over to Sally. She then walks off into her office as always. 'Phew! Once again that was too close.' Sally greives at herself. With no one in sight she turns around in her stool and removes the magazine shild from her enhanced breasts. She was amazed that they grew another size to big, straining her bra and almost on the verge of popping through her tanktop. 'Man, these wonder twins maybe to big to handle, if i would have known better I should have worn a bigger bra.' she once again says to herself. *GRRRRROOOOOOWL* a long and abnocious growl pains her stomach. She crouches over in pain. 'OW! Its really starting to hurt now.' *GRRRRROOOOOOWL* her stomach roared once again. Her breastss grew another size bigger, her bra started pushing out of her tanktop. Her stomach growled one more time, making a turn for the worst as her butt started to grow back to what it was before. 'No not now!' she cries out. Another growl strikes her again in pain. Her breasts finally pop out of tanktop. 'Oh come on, now how am I gonna...' she stopped for she realized that her gigantic breasts were actually floating in mid-air up towards her chin. 'Wow, this actually pretty cool.' She pushes her breasts down back to her chest, then lets go of them causing them to float back up to her face. 'Wow, maybe I can use them as a floatation device once if I fell in the ocean.' she jokes to herself. She then got serious and pulls her ballooned breasts into her tanktop. They were stuffed down like a thanksgiving turkey as they were extremely tight on her chest, making it almost hard to breath. Yet they showed big cleavege and the top was overflowing, like the top of a muffin (hence 'muffin-top') *grrrrrroooowl* her stomah once again aches in pain. In that instance her butt grew out even more. sally's massive butt cheeks ripped through her mini denims everywhere onto a sort of g-string thong. Like her breasts they were floating and wobbling in mid air uncontrolably with all that gas in her cheeks. All of a sudden Sally start floating herself off her seat and hovering over the counter. 'AH! What's going on!' Sally paincs. She reacts quick and grabs the ledge of the counter and pulls herself down with both feet on the ground and one arm pulling down her over-infltated breasts. 'What's in me, helium!?! Dear God, what am I gonna do?' she begs. She sees the bathroom key on the counter and quickly takes it, but let go of her boobs and they started floating up again. She quickly puts the key in her pocket and grabs her boobs down before they popped out again. 'Good, now all I have to do is walks across and get into the bathroom. No problem, its late so there maybe not that many shoppers out there.' She looks outside, groups and crowds of people walk by taking up so much space like how a parade takes a whole street. 'Ok, I just got to cover up this expanded mess and quickly sneak across without being seen. shouldn't be to hard. Oh, if only the backroom wasn't locked for today.' *grrrrrroooowl* Aonther growl shook her entire body. She felt like something was growing in her stomach. She looks over her breasts in concern to see that her stomach wasn't flat, but a little pudgy then usual tightening on her waist band. The strange expanding feeling continues, but with al her might she tries to hold in all she could. "AH! If that's what I think it is, sweet jesus I got to go NOW!'. With the magazines cover tightly over her balloned breasts and a quick pull of her shorts stretching over the limits due to her bloated butt and swelling stomach, she readys herself for her own leap of faith through the public to the promise land in the bathroom. 'Just hold it in, you can do this.' She quickly lets go of the counter and jumps towards the door. She takes another step and graps the bar of the door. She looks around for her next attack. She sees a bench about twenty feet in front of her, about half way to where the bathroom is. She takes another deep breath and quickly dashes for the bench. As she runs half way there, she felt her fet getting lighter, she started to float again. With all that she could she runs for life towards freedom. She finally grabs the bench and pulls herself down just before her feet went completely off the ground. 'Phew, only halfway there now.' *GROWL* Another large growl entirely puts her stomach in pain. She new she had no time left or else. Not only that, a few people noticed the noise from her stomach and the fact she did not look 'well'. Sally eyes at her finish line, the bathroom. 'Ok you can do this, just a few more feet. Uuuuuhhh...I can't hold this in, I got to go now.' With that in mind she lets go and sprints to the door. Her breasts werebouncing up and down, almost slapping her on the chin on every step. Her butt jiggles around like jello in her thong like mini denims. As she ran, men passing by couldn't help but stare at the mystic beauty of pure round bootylicious goodness. Sally ran closer and closer, but th running seemed like an eternaty, like she was running in slow motion. Only a yard away her body lifts from the ground with her feet on their toes. In a last effort she leaps up and dive towards the door knobs. She drops her magazines, revealing once again her basketball breasts. As she dives, she suddenly starts to slowly float up. She reaches as far as she could catches the door knob and immediatly pulls hersellf down. She pulls out the golden key and opens up the door. She quickly enters and slams the door shut. She leans back on the door and catches her breath. 'That...was...way...to...close...but...I...made...made...it...' *GGGRRRROOOOOWWWWWWLLL* Her stomach stings in absolute pain. She couldn't hold it anymore. She stumbles in front of the mirror and falls on her knees. She felt the feeling in stomach expanding in her skin, but she keeps fighting to hold it in, causig the pain to be worse. She loudly moans in the pain. She struggles up to her feet. Her stomach started bloating again. In seconds her button popped off from her shorts. 'Oh crap I'm growing again, I got to hurry and take off my clothes before I rip right through them. I don't want to go back out naked as it is.' She hold back the growth all she could and pulls her pants down to her ankles. Strange enough, her legs started to look pretty plump from her standards. She them pulls off her stretched out tanktop, as she did her breast slid out from her tiny bra and floated around in her face. She was now naked and bloated, but its about to get even worse for Sally. Sally grew extremely exhausted and couldn't hold her growing problem anymore. She let go. She looked down and saw that her entire torso grew into a small sphere. The expanding feeling spread through her entire body. Her arms started growing into thick tree branches, and her legs like tree trunks. Her stomach started growing faster, doubling in size. As her body puffed up about triple its size, her stomach started to form in to a huge and almost perfectly sphereical ball. She can feel it as her stomach stretched out, her skin getting more and more tight. *GROWL* The pain was almost too hard to bere. She closed her eyes shut, ' I can't watch, I think I'm gonna be sick.' At that point her body grew at a faster pace. In a matter of seconds her sausage arms and thunder thigh legs were absorbed in to the gigantic ball that is now her stomach floating on the ceiling wall. Only her hands, feet, and of course her head puffed up like a chipmunk, were left moving freely. She quickly realized her new inflated reality when she opened her eyes. 'WAAAA!!!! I''m a loterally a human blimp now.' She said. She tried moving her ballooned body, but she won't move any where on the ceiling wall. Not to mention the small size of the bathroom was making Sally feel more claustraphobic. 'Well at least its all over now, but how am I...' her thoughts were interupted by a more inflated distraction. She stares at her expanded breasts as they looked lke mountains on her planet like body, floating freely in the air up to her chin. 'Now that's one improvement I like, but still I need to get smaller now.' *GROOOWL* Another growl pains her body dramaticly more then any that she has experienced today. She moans at the intensity of the pain in her system. (knock- knock) Someone knocks on the door. "Hey, are you alright in there?" said the voice a high pitched woman. "Ummm....I'm sort of in a chrisis here." Sally responds. "Oh, do you something like the stomach flu or diheria?" the woman asked. "Yeah *moan* its prettynot as bad as you think." Sally answers quickly. "Well I got some tums in my purse, you want some of them?" the woman asked again. "NO!...I mean...no, I'll be alright, just give me sometime in here." said Sally. She knew it was only a matter of time before her secret is blown. But the pain in her stomach kept on building up, more and more. She felt her stomach getting fuller and tight, like a bomb ready to explode. 'The pain..I can't take it any more...I...think...I'm...going...to...blow................................' *FART* She let a out a big fart uncontrollable. Sally felt embarassed, knowing that the woman outside may have heard that. But then she felt a bit of releif, the build up of pain eased on her a liitle bit. 'This maybe my only chance to get normal again.' Pushing her bowels, she lets out a series of farts and poots, causing her pains to disapear. As she ripped on her body started to get smaller. Fart by fart she decends from the ceiling and to the floor. Soon enough, her body was skinny as ever, but yet still naked. She quickly put back on her shirt and pants. "AH, sweet releif." she said in pride. "Are you all better in there, it sounded like you had a rough time." the woman said. "Well at least my nightmare's over right." Sally said and chuckled. 'Wow, just when I thought when things couldn't get any weirder for me I never would have tought I could inflated into a hot air balloon. Right now I want to go home, I so had to much for one day." she said and walked towards the door. She stoppped suddenly, 'Oops, almost forgot one thing.' She walked back to the mirror. She looked at her breasts and they started to grow over two cup sizes. 'Now that's more like it."

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, floating, Prose that Blows 3 - All Hallow’s Eve (2010), Prose that Blows Runner-Up: Most Disturbing Story, tech Text: It was Halloween night. The air was cold and crisp, and was filled with the smell of decay. Few clouds hung in the sky, and the full moon was allowed to shine bright. Its glow provides many a trick-or-treater enough light to travel from house to house without a flashlight. Our attention shifts from the peaceful suburbs to an abandoned carnival, where a young red-headed woman franticly runs for her life. "Clowns, why did it have to be clowns?!" said Natalie between labored breaths. Sneaking into the local abandoned carnival with her friends had not been her idea; she had wanted to dress up and go to a costume party. Now she was regretting letting her friends convince her to do this with them. It was Halloween, one of her favorite nights of the year. And instead of going to a party or a local haunted house, she was running for her life in an old abandoned carnival from what looked like clown extras from Killer Clowns From Outer Space! This was not fun; this was not remotely close to having fun! Not five minutes ago she witnessed each of the three friends she came there with, being hit with beams from some kind of strange rayguns that the clowns were carrying. Once Natalie saw her friends start to suddenly change, she didn't stick around to get zapped like them. And now there were at least five clowns that were currently searching for her. Natalie ran all the way back to where she and her friends had used a rope ladder to climb over the wall that surrounded the carnival, only to find that the ladder was no longer there. She collapsed onto her knees and nearly broke down into tears. To her knowledge, there were no other ways out of the carnival grounds that didn't have chains and padlocks on them, and she could hear the clowns searching for her. In an act of desperation, Natalie ran into the darkened Hall of Mirrors that was nearby in order to hide. For a few minutes, she blindly felt her way through the dark; doing her best to get away from the entrance. Thoughts of going home and the fate of her friends that she left behind dominated her thoughts; she started thinking about what she could have possibly done differently. But suddenly, out of the darkness she heard a familiar voice. "Natalie? That you?" "Debbie??? Oh thank god. Yes, it's me. How did you get away from them? Are you all right? I thought those freaks zapped you like Megan and Rick." "I'm okay for the most part, and I did get zapped like those two, but we all... changed differently. Megan blew up into a giant blueberry or something, and Rick looked like he turned into some kind of half pig thing. I changed too... but I still look more or less like myself. Look, there's no saving Megan and Rick; from what I overheard those clowns saying, the change is permanent. But I know a way out of here, so we can still save ourselves." "W-wait, you never told me how you got away from them. " "I punched the one that was trying to drag me off in the nose, and was able to run off while he was stunned. Now are we gonna get out of here or what?" "Alright, let's go." As the duo made their way to the exit, the lights suddenly came on and blinded Natalie. By the time she opened her eyes again, they were outside... and surrounded by clowns. Natalie freaked and turned around to Debbie, and got the first good look of her since abandoned her earlier: Debbie looked like a clown version of herself, and she was pointing one of the ray guns at Natalie. With a creepy smile on her face, Debbie shot Natalie, who let out a shriek and fell onto her back. Every part of Natalie's body began to rapidly inflate. She could only continue to shriek as her entire body continued to balloon out, causing her clothes to rapidly tear apart. Soon Natalie looked like a giant flesh colored balloon with little hands, feet and a head sticking out. And she could only sob as she slowly lifted up into the air and felt Debbie tie a string to her foot. "Don't worry Natalie, you might come to enjoy your new life as my balloon" giggled Debbie as Natalie helplessly floated above in the air.

Tags: Breast Inflation, Female Inflation Text: Ooookay. Basically, this is naughty. It's a fairy tale, yes, but some rather unorthodox things will no doubt happen to our plucky heroine before this document is through, not the least of which will be some explicit descriptions of female mammary glands blowing up like balloons. If the thought of that makes you shudder, turn back now. If you're sick like me and think that's awesome, read at your own risk. Once upon a time there was a man who liked breasts. But unlike you, this man was a lonely widower who fell desperately in bed with the proudest, haughtiest and bustiest woman in all the town. Naturally, the first two stemmed from the last one. They were wed and she, in turn, brought with her two daughters from her previous marriage who were exactly like her in all things, right down to the D-cups. The husband was, for his part, not without baggage. By his earlier marriage, he fathered a daughter, a girl who possessed all the golden qualities of her late mother, who was, despite what the bathroom wall said, a woman of unparalleled beauty, goodness and sweetness of temper--the best creature in the world. But, alas, the man foolishly married his first wife for love and not for her body; his daughter, therefore, was sweet, kind, beautiful and flat as Kansas. Almost immediately after the ink dried on the pre-nup, the new wife began to show her darker side. For although the stepmother had a rack you could dry dishes on, she was incredibly jealous of the young pretty girl, who embodied all the qualities that she herself lacked. She also realized that, by contrast, this polite maiden was making her own girls look like the crass hussies they truly were. So, naturally, she did what any fairy-tale stepmother would do: She sentenced the girl to hard labor, forcing her to clean the dishes, tend to the animals, hand-squeeze fresh orange juice every day at the crack of dawn and fill out complicated insurance forms--not to mention waiting on her new family members hand and foot. Furthermore, the poor girl was banished to a straw bed in the attic while her stepsisters enjoyed lush bedrooms with down comforters, stocked wardrobes, full-length looking-glasses, exciting undergarments and their own private phones. She dared not tell her father of the mistreatments, as he was a slave to his bosomy fetish, and therefore henpecked and powerless against his new wife anyway. When the girl's chores were done, she would spend her scant free time warming herself by the fire, poking at the cinders and idly playing with the fireplace bellows. For this, the stepsisters cruelly (but cleverly) dubbed her Cindairella. Now, it happened that the King's son gave a ball, and invited all persons of quality to it. Our young ladies were also invited, for they had these great dresses that let them show off their best assets. They spent forever choosing their gowns, petticoats, corsets and, especially, their bustiers. This caused no end of trouble to Cindairella, because they made her iron the linen and pleat the ruffles and sew the WonderBras. Even though the stepsisters went on and on and made Cindairella's life a living hell, she gave them honest advice and tried her best to help, because, as we've said, she was sweet and good and, when all was said and done, a kindhearted pushover. "Cindy, would you like to go to the ball?" the eldest asked as the poor girl tended to her hair. "Oh, of course, but I wouldn't think there's any chance in the world for me to go." "You're right--there isn't," the stepsister responded. "But we'd all have a good laugh trying to see you fill out one of our dresses." With that, she heaved her bosom so that it jiggled and wiggled magnificently, only amplified by the tight corset. If Cindairella had any sense at all, she would have lodged a hairpin into her stepsister's cerebral cortex, but this isn't that kind of story. Instead, she made her stepsisters exterior beauty equal their inner ugliness and hoped that a passing carriage might trample them into bloody pulps on their way to the ball. Two days of starving themselves and preening about the looking glass had paid off; the time to leave for the ball had come, and the stepsisters looked spectacular. As they went to court, Cindairella followed them with her eyes as long as she could, and when she had lost sight of them, she fell a crying. Her godmother--oh, did we mention she's got a godmother?--her godmother, who saw her all in tears, asked her what was the matter. "I wish I could...I wish I could..." was all she managed to stammer before she fell a crying again. Her godmother--oh, did we mention her godmother was a fairy, too?--her godmother, who was a fairy, said to her, "You wish you could go to the ball? Spit it out, dearie." "Y-yes," said Cindairella, with a great sob that almost made her fall a crying again, but it turned out that it was less a fall and more of a stumble. "Well," said her godmother--oh, did we mention that her godmother has enormous breasts? I mean, we're talking massive mammaries, the size of varying sports equipment--"Well," she said, "be a good girl and stop being a victim, and we'll see what we can arrange. Beer?" The fairy godmother thrust a glass-encased malt beverage in Cindairella's direction, which the girl politely declined. "More for me," the older woman laughed, opening the bottle with her teeth. Then she took Cindy into her chamber and said to her, "Go into the garden and bring me a pompion." Cindairella ran to the garden but realized she had no fucking idea what a pompion was, so she headed to the fireplace instead and brought back the bellows--it was, after all, the only thing that brought her pleasure, and the only item in the house she was allowed to touch without prior permission anyway. When she returned, her godmother--who, with breasts so huge, could more appropriately be called a dairy godmother--saw the bellows and realized that Cindairella didn't know what a pompion was either. "I said a pompion, not a pump--but whatever, we'll improvise," she muttered. Taking a few gulps from her beer for courage, she struck the bellows with her wand. A golden, magical sparkle--or was it a sparkly, golden magic?--encircled the object, and the bellows were overcome with gilt. The godmother grabbed the handles of the bellows and started pumping forcefully. Within moments an object began to emerge from the tip; as she continued to pump, the object swelled larger and larger, slowly taking the shape of a beautiful rounded carriage. It sparkled like a white pearlized party balloon--which, of course, it was. "These inflated spheroid transports are much easier to create than the vegetable variety I used to use," she mused, as Cindairella looked on in awe. Realizing that there were no horses to draw the carriage, the fairy quickly pumped out a few long, sausage-style balloons and, a few twists and squeaks later, had created six horses to draw the carriage. "Balloon animals, of course!" beamed the godmother, and with a whiff from the bellows, brought them all to animated life. "This carriage will do the job," she announced, "but I would ditch the stiletto heels if I were you." Upon mentioning this, the now-airy godmother realized that Cindy wore no footwear at all and looked a shambles (not to be confused with a crying). With a wave of her wand, the godmother transformed Cindairella's tattered rags to a glistening gown, bedeck'd with rubies and sapphires. On her feet were sensible flats. "I tried the 'glass slippers' bit once," her godmother explained, "but believe me--one jitterbug and you'd be picking shards outta your feet for days," The secular fairy, opening a Foster's, then said to Cindairella, "Well, you've got the dress, the transport, safe shoes...you're equipped. Are we cool?" "Oh yes," said she, "but for one exceedingly small equipage problem..." Her voice trailed off as she glanced downward, for as her stepsisters had predicted, her breasts could not possibly fill the bust of the gown created for her. "Fear not," the godmother smiled. "You'll like this." The godmother waved her wand and Cindairella's petticoats lifted as if by a strong and very determined breeze. The bellows then sprang to life, flying as if a bird, swooping beneath the layers and burrowing between Cindy's legs. As Cindy's face reflected her shock, the bellows began to work themselves back and forth, as they had so many times before. The feeling Cindairella was not accustomed to, however, was the sense of movement within her body, the feeling that she was herself a changing shape. As she glanced down, her breasts began to grow, pumping larger and larger with the air from the bellows, causing Cindairella to gasp just slightly and shudder quite noticeably. A tingle filled her body as the air filled her bosom. Larger she grew, surprised to see her own body inflating like a balloon, her chest growing larger with each moment. After some minutes, the bellows stopped their magic and Cindairella had been transformed into a busty hussy in waiting. The dress fit perfectly, and her breasts were perfectly enormous. She looked damned good. Being thus dress'd out she got into her coach. But her godmother, above all things, commanded her not to stay beyond twelve o'clock at night, telling her at the same time, that if she stay'd at the ball one moment longer, her coach would deflate and her horses would revert to the hastily-created balloon animals they truly were. Furthermore, her godmother said--slowly, pointedly, and with the melodramatic flair usually reserved for old gypsy ladies in B movies and BE stories--"Your dress will no longer fit. Trust me on this one." Cindairella looked at the godmother sideways, not getting the comment's meaning, then shrugged it off. She promised her godmother she would not fail of leaving the ball before midnight, and then departed not a little joyful at her good fortune(s). The King's son, who was informed that a great Princess, whom they did not know, was come, ran out to receive her. His dark, wavy hair and rugged good looks made him the object of all female desire, but it was clear when Cindairella came to the carriage door that his own desires had suddenly been fulfilled. He gave her his shaky hand as she alighted out of the lightened coach, and led her into the hall where the company was. There was a great silence; they left off dancing, and the violins ceased to play, so attentive was every body to contemplate the, er, extraordinary beauties of this unknown person: there was heard nothing but a confused noise of "Ha! How buxom she is," "Ha! How bouncy she is" and, said one small voice in the back, "Ha! What a freak of nature." The King himself, as old as he was, could not help droo...uh, looking at her, and telling the Queen in a low voice, that it was a long time since that he had seen so beautiful and lovely a creature. The Queen didn't take shit from nobody, and promptly smack'd him with great force. All the ladies were busied in considering Cindairella's clothes--mainly, in how they could possibly fit over those colossal breasts--that they might have some made the next day after the same pattern, supposing they might get such fine materials, and as able hands to make them. Oh, and money to get them a few thousand CC's of saline implanted in themselves, too. But, hey, it was a nice thought and they enjoyed it. The King's son, now sporting a haughty grin a mile wide, showed her to the most honourable place--in the ballroom, pervert, in the ballroom--and afterwards took her out to dance with him. She danced with so much gracefulness, bosom quivering and heaving with every swoop, dip and turn of the Macarena, that those in attendance all the more and more admired her. A fine collation was served up, of which the young Prince ate nothing, so much was he taken up in looking upon her. She went and set herself down by her sisters, and, having pretty much already had her revenge without a single word, showed them a thousand civilities. She gave them some of the oranges and lemons that the Prince had presented her with, thinking that they were hardly without the share of acid on their tongues already. Cindairella's generosity very much surprised them, for they did not know her in her inflated state. While she stood and gloated, basking in her moment of secret, fulfilling, overfilling triumph, Cindairella heard the clock strike twelve. Her eyes opened wide when she remembered her godmother's warning--she was on the verge of lateness, and had to escape before her ride deflated and...her dress no longer fit? "If I get home, I won't have to worry," she thought, then immediately made a courtesy to the company and took off like a bat outta hell. But the dashing young Prince was not about to let such a good thing dash away, and he grabbed Cindairella's arm as she tried to flee. It was then that all in the room turned their eyes to the couple, and the sight they saw would be the talk of the realm the day following. Cindairella winced, and not because the Prince's hold was too firm. He saw her clutch to her chest and heard from within her a faint noise. Was it...a hissing? As he watched, now transfixed and unaware of his vice-like grip, Cindairella began to expand, her chest filling with magical air, pulling her dress tighter. As she felt herself inflating, Cindairella struggled, causing her bosom to quiver more and strain against the fabric. Stitches began to creak under the pressure, and Cindairella started to panic, for she truly did not know the outcome. Finally she broke free of the Prince's grasp and tore out of the hall like a bad cliché, leaving a room full of partygoers gasping in awe, and one Prince gasping with a severe case of blue balls. As soon as she came home, Cindairella went to find her godmother to find out what had happened to her. "I told you not to be late," scoffed the well-endowed fairy. "You're lucky you got out of there when you did, or else..." "Or else what?" asked Cindairella quite tenaciously. "Or else," said the godmother, eyeing the young girl's ample bustline, "well, let's just say that stitches weren't the only things that could have popped." With a wave of her wand, the fairy godmother chang'd Cindairella's gown back to her standard-issue rags, and watched the girl's dismay as her bosom hastily deflat'd. At that moment her two sisters knock'd at the door; Cindairella went and opened it. "You have stay'd a long while at the ball," said she, rubbing her eyes and stretching herself as if she'd just been awaken'd. "If thou hadst been at the ball," said one of her sisters, "thou would'st not have been tired with it. There came thither the most beautiful princess, the most beautiful that ever was seen--and wow, what a set of maracas! She showed us a thousand civilities, and gave us oranges and lemons. But you shoulda seen her melons." "She left swiftly," added the other, "and as she literally ran out of the Prince's arms, I swore I saw her chest...grow?" Cindairella seem'd indifferent; she asked them the name of the princess, but they told her they did not know it, and that the King's son was very uneasy on her account, and would give all the world to know who and where she was. At this Cindairella smiled, and said, "She must then be very beautiful indeed. Lord how happy have you been, could not I see her?" The sisters looked at each other quizzically, and Cindairella joined them, suddenly having no idea what her sentence was supposed to mean. The next day the two sisters were at the ball, and so was Cindairella, but dressed more richly than she was at first. Her godmother had whipped her up an even more stellar gown and inflated her bosom to match its fit. The King's son was always by her, ogling at every opportunity and trying to confirm what he thought he'd seen the night before through double-edged comments. But Cindairella only apologized for leaving so abruptly and managed to dodge the question. As the evening wore on, Cindairella once again lost track of time, despite the godmother's warning a few hours earlier not to "fuck around with the deadline." The clock struck twelve once again, and Cindairella felt the oddly familiar sense of pressure begin to build in her chest. Scrambling like a caged animal suddenly set free, Cindairella broke for the door, only to be intercepted by the Prince. His strong hand thrust out to intercept her, snatching her by the arm once again. "Your highness, I must go!" she protested, trying to angle her body away from him so he would not see her breasts as they began to swell. "Why? Is there an emergency? Let me offer my assistance!" But Cindairella only struggled harder, finally wriggling free just as a line of stitches popped in very loud sequence. She darted down the front steps, only to find that her carriage, as she'd feared, had degenerated into a pile of balloons which were now being lifted by the cool evening breeze. The swirling air only reminded her of her own inflating plight; she felt the pressure increase and saw her breasts as they inflated ever larger, perfectly spherical, her nipples beginning to poke above the neckline of her rapidly degenerating dress. Seeing no other option, Cindairella fled clumsily across the field toward her cottage, bouncing and heaving. The Prince, who had been delayed by the sisters eager for his attention, finally arrived at the top of the stairs and stopped short, watching her shadowy form scramble away in the darkness. He then looked at the hand he'd with which he'd caught the mysterious girl and pondered, as storybook Princes so often do. This time, he knew what he had seen--a girl whose breasts grew before his eyes when he grabbed her by the arm. "This hand," he mused, "this hand has always brought me pleasure, but now...now I think it to be magic!" Cindairella once again found herself in a panic, dodging tree trunks and small animals, trying to keep to the forest's path using only moonlight and her own sense of direction. Most of her senses were a bit overwhelm'd at the moment anyway, as she could still feel her chest expanding--slower now, and more so as she got further from the palace. "What, last night's warning shot wasn't enough?" said a voice, and Cindairella turned suddenly, almost tripping and falling atop her inflated assets. It was her fairy godmother, perched upon a nearby branch, swigging from a 40-ounce. "You do a girl a favor, and how does she thank you? By almost blowing your cover--not to mention her top!" As she hopped down from the tree limb and landed with an unsteady foot, Cindairella could tell her godmother had been imbibing spirits for a good portion of the eve. "Don't you see? I give you what you want, then everybody finds out who helped you, and I'll have a bunch of freeloaders lined up at my door." As the fairy mother circled the girl as if she was a prospective meal, Cindairella suddenly became acutely aware that her inflation had not ceased altogether, and her breasts had now exceeded the previous night's dimensions. She had never felt such pressure! "Please, you must help me," she cried, fearing that she had little time left. "It was an honest accident, I simply forgot...but I have not stopped this growing since I fled!" "Yeah, yeah, help this, help that," snapped the surly godmother. "Who's looking out for Edna, huh?" The bosomy matron pounded her chest violently and took a swig from her malt liquor, just as Cindairella's dress tore with an audible ripping noise. "Oh, that's just great...ruin everything." With a wave of the fairy woman's hand, Cindairella's growth finally ceased, leaving her with barely enough clothing over her chest for it to be called clothing at all. "What'd you do with the carriage?" barked the godmother. Cindairella did not answer, not knowing exactly how to deal with a drunken fairy. "Oh, hell with it," snarled the woman, leading the overinflated Cindairella away by the wrist. "It's time we both got home." Cindairella just barely returned to the cottage with enough time to return to normal size, get properly disheveled and feign sleepiness when her sisters barged through the door. Cindairella asked them how the evening went, and cautiously asked if the beautiful princess had return'd. "Yeah, she return'd all right, but she repeat'd the same stunt twice in a row, right down to the growth trick," said one sister, a sour look covering her face. "Quite unexpectedly, bitch bolts out the door, and the Prince did charge after her like the sex-starved scalawag he is." "Once, perhaps," chimed in the other, her demeanor no less irritable, "but abandoning your date twice like that--and when that date is royalty!--well, princess or not, she is clearly just rude." Cindairella held her tongue from responding, giving a nervous glance down to her once-ample bosom. "After she fled," added the first sister, "the Prince spent most of the night grabbing people by the arm, as if a special reaction he expect'd. When there were no unusual results, he just sat there, looking at his hand--which is probably what he's using as we speak." The sisters tittered, then threw some lemons and oranges out the window as a symbolic gesture. Two days passed, and the King's son caused it to be proclaim'd by sound of trumpet that he intended to marry the mystery princess as soon as he could locate her, and would be visiting each cottage in his quest to find the girl. He made no mention of his hand's special powers, but his plans were to firmly grasp each girl by the arm and watch what happened. For most of the court and kingdom, nothing did--although he'd caused a few bruises, and had earned a few odd looks for grabbing the arm of a prepubescent boy, who promptly kicked His Lordship in the royal jewels. The Prince grew weary of the endless grabbing and releasing, grabbing and releasing--I could be doing this at home, with a magazine, he mused--but finally found himself at the small cottage where Cindairella lived. The evil sisters had seen the mysterious princess' swollen reaction both nights, and both had corseted themselves up for the Prince's arrival. Cindairella, meanwhile, was ordered to stay in the corner, out of immediate view. As the King's son grasped each of their arms in turn, they inhal'd greatly and thrust out their chests, but could not puff themselves up in a manner that satisfied the horny inheritor. "I fear it is hopeless," he said, turning to open the cottage door. Cindairella, realizing that this was her last chance for any interaction with the Prince at all, sprang from her chair to open the door for him, but was late in her attempt. The Prince's outstretched hand landed on her arm instead of the door's handle. At that moment, the room was filled with a hissing sound, and Cindairella felt within her the sensation she'd felt each night at the ball. The room's gazes were drawn to her chest, as her tattered rags rustled with movement. She felt--and everyone saw--her breasts begin to inflate, steadily, solidly, forcing the fabric forward. Cindairella gasped, as did the Prince. "It's you! You're the one! You're the princess!" he exclaimed, as the evil sisters and stepmother (you remember her) looked at each other with alarm. "There isn't another maiden in the kingdom who can be thusly satisfied by my magic fingers!" The Prince tightened his grasp on Cindairella's arm, causing her to yelp and swell. Larger her bosom grew, rapidly inflating and exceeding the confines of her shoddy attire. The haphazardly-sewn rags began to break their bonds, causing pink flesh to show behind the tatters. As the stitches burst, Cindairella continued swelling bigger and bigger, her hands clutching at the sides of her chest. The pressure within her mounted, and she began moaning, unable to articulate the feeling of being pumped with the magical air. One of the Prince's attendants wiped a small amount of drool away from the royal chin, and the sisters began looking for safe cover, fearing that Cindairella might soon pop! Truth to be known, Cindairella fear'd the same, as she felt her skin stop stretching but the pressure continue to mount. Just then the fairy godmother appeared, looking disheveled and quite hung over, but sober at the very least. "What's all this then?" she demanded, taking stock of the situation. Hmm, she thought, evil sisters cowering, nobility drooling, the dim bulb looking like a 13-year-old's wet dream--this was my cue, all right. "Okay, looks like we're at the end of the story. Girls, you pay attention now--this is the happy-ass ending for everyone but you. You two get to feel like jerks for treating Cindy here like dirt when she's about to marry into money." The sisters poked their heads up from the chairs they'd sought shelter behind and gave the godmother that confused-dog look, cocking their heads to one side. "Princey, you take Cindairella back to the castle with you and marry her, okay?" "Ab..absolutely!" he replied, a lecherous grin spreading across his face. "Cindy, you go with him and live happily ever after. It's that simple." "But I...I'm...going....to...BURST!" Cindairella stammered, her breasts taut, and her stomach just beginning to bulge. Her chest was now quivering with the pressure, having stretched as much as her body would allow, yet the sensations building within her would not stop! "Oh," replied the fairy, as this simply hadn't presented itself as a problem in her mind. "Here ya go." She gave a lopsided wave of her magic wand, and the hissing stopped. A few strategic stitches held Cindairella's tattered clothing together; her ballooned breasts had stretched them to the absolute limit. "But...how am I to go on like this?" whined Cindairella. "I can't even fit out the door!" "Not my problem," replied the fairy godmother, shaking her head. "I've already put too much time into your case as it is. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm late for a menage a trois with the Brothers Grimm." She vanished in a puff of pink smoke, which the sisters inhaled and promptly chok'd upon. And they all lived hornily ever after. Except the sisters, who just died.

Tags: Blueberry Inflation, Female Inflation, Male Inflation, Messy Popping, candy, couple Text: Nic and Kim were a couple. He was a good-looking 17 guy. Not muscular nor fat, but slim and healthy. Kim was a pretty 16 girl. She was more on the bigger side, not to an unhealthy point, but she had stuff to hold. She had nice sized breasts and a nice butt as well. One day, they were hanging out at Kim's house. Her family was away for the day and the next, so of course they were there. Nic was wearing a simple tee that fit him nicely, and a pair of loose fit jeans with a belt. Kim wore a tighter fitting tee that accented her breasts, and a pair of short shorts that went down to her mid thigh. She didn't need a belt, so she wasn't wearing one. They were watching a movie, which movie is unimportant, while sitting on the couch. Kim was sitting on lap with her arms around his neck. They were making out (apparently the movie was unimportant to them too). Nic pulled off and put his forehead on her's. "I just remembered something, I got some gum from the new candy shop," Nic pulled out a blue pack of gum. He didn't realize what it said. "Does my breath smell bad or something?" Kim quipped. "No, of course not," Nic said with a smile,"I just wanna try it." Nic took a two pieces out, ate one, and handed the other to Kim. She took it and ate it too. "Blueberry," Kim moved in,"My favorite," she kissed Nic on the lips. They kissed for a while, however, after a minute of kissing, a blue dot appeared on thier noses. It spread across their noses, turning their faces a deep blue. Once their both their heads were completely blue, it worked it's way down their necks. Out of view by their shirts, their torsos changed to blue, then their arms, legs, feet, and hands; they were completely blue. This took about one minute, and they were still kissing. Then, both of them felt a bloated sensation. They separated and opened their eyes. They were taken aback and swallowed the gum. Kim jumped up off Nic's lap, and Nic grabbed the pack. "Blueberry gum," Nic read the pack,"causes chewer to become one with berry, WARNING: DO NOT SHALLOW GUM, MAY RESULT IN...oh..." Nic trailed off. "Result in what?!" "PERMINANT BLUEBERRY IF FEMALE OR EXPLOSION IF MALE." Kim grabbed her stomach as did Nic, but his own. They felt it bulge and swell. Kim's instantly poked out from under her shirt; Nic's shirt only grew tighter. Their bellies pushed outwards, forwards, and to the sides. Kim's shirt now revealed her bellybutton, and Nic's shirt was starting to ride up his gut. Kim's hands moved down to her butt, feeling it expand. Nic felt his thighs, felling those swell too. They looked at each other very worried, Kim moved closer, but her stomach bumped his. She backed up to provide room. Nic could feel his belt getting tighter around his filling waist; he grabbed at it, but it only continued to cut it deeper and deeper into him. His shirt had now riden up his blue belly and exposed his blue belly button. Kim's shirt ripped off her, as her boobs also started to grow. Her shirts couldn't contain her thunder thighs any longer either, and they tore right in half. Nic's belt broke apart and whipped acoss the room. He sighed in relief, as much as one could when swelling up. Their arms started to rise up, as their biceps grew; their legs grew farther apart, and their cheeks filled with juice. They formed a starfish as a loud rip was heard from Nic's pants; they split at the thighs, revealing plump blue skin. Their backs started rounding out too, bringing them closer to a sphere, as their fingers became swollen as well. Kim felt her lips plumpen as well. Their arms and legs started being engulfed by they round bellies. Nic's shirt exploded off him and lay in shreads around him. Kim's chest flattened out, and her bra started to tear. Their crotches started to lower. Nic's pants ripped more and cell off him, showing his black underware. They were both now only in their undies. As much as Kim had backed up, their bellies met again. Nic's was bigger so it caused Kim to roll. Their arms and legs were compeltly engulfed, and they were perfectish spheres, minus their feet, hands and heads, but Nic stop there. He continued to swell, bigger and bigger. Nic's head touched the ceiling. He rolled Kim on to her back (or really what was her back), and started to roll himself. His skin became more tight and translucent as it streched thinner and thinner. His cheeks filled with more juice, his head became burried in his body, his hands and feet flattened out, and he could fell his skin scream. Now he stopped growing larger and only felt the pressure rise. He closed his eyes and waited for- BOOM!! SPLOOSH!! Nic popped and covered Kim's house in juice. Kim was found the next day, and remained a blueberry.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Clean Popping, competition, water Text: Gemma applied her make-up, following all necessary preparation steps to make sure she looked nice and pretty for the party. Well, the make-up was just the icing on the cake. Gemma was naturally pretty, straight blonde hair, smooth thin face with soft plump lips, and shimmering blue eyes, twinkling in every light that met them. She had an adorable hourglass body, large hefty DD breasts, a flat midsection with flaring curvaceous hips, nice toned thighs and a round shapely rear which on tonight's occasion, she was going to cover it with tight denim jeans to give the lads a treat for the eye. Gemma strolled out of the bathroom, and put a top on. She decided to put her favourite one on, a tight pink tank top. Gemma hefted her boobs up and looked at herself from a side perspective, then a rear one. She pulled her jeans up, grunting as her pink panties gave her a slight wedgie. After sorting this out she smirked and considered herself done. Gemma was rather a curious girl and couldn't help but to do things people told her not to do, such as the time her friend Simon told her not to tamper with his new car. He ended up at the car shop a day later. Gemma heard a car horn outside. She grinned, grabbed her handbag and ushered out of the house, smiling and waving at her friend Kelly. Gemma hopped in the car and being two typical 20 year olds began to natter. "Ooh, nice top Gemma, that'll show them boys who's boss!" Kelly chuckled as Gemma was pulling her top down slightly. "Haha, tell me about it" Gemma replied with a sheepish smirk, Kelly's remark making her blush slightly, "It's a good job I found these jeans too, I wanted to give the lads more of a treat tonight" Gemma added. Kelly envied Gemma, as close friends they can be, Kelly envied her boob size, her butt, everything about Gemma was so much better than Kelly. A similar incident arose about Gemma, but with a girl similar to Kelly but was arch-rivals with Gemma; her name was Rachael, a famous scientist. They hated the guts off each other and together would always kick off an argument which often leads to a fight. Kelly drove for a good 10 minutes before pulling up outside Simon's house, a nice big house, not far off from a mansion but not quite the style. Simon was a very busy man, hard working but still found the time to have fun with his friends. Today was his day off, he didn't get many, but considering he hasn't seen his friends recently he'd decided to throw a party. Gemma hopped out of the car, the sound of dance music travelling through the air. Simon was standing at the doorway and grinned as Gemma scuttled up to him, grinning all the way. Gemma gave Simon a friendly hug and said "Hey! Thanks so much for inviting me". Simon just smiled and said, "Thank you for coming. I wouldn't miss out on my best friend now would I?", the two smiling at each other. Gemma had a crush on Simon; she admired his handsome face and big muscles, not too big though, slick short black hair. Kelly walked over and said, "Hey Simon, glad to see you again. Mind if I pop in, forgot to have the loo at home". Simon just laughed and said, "Yeah you should know where it is by now Kelly, nice to see you too by the way!" He called after her as she pelted upstairs. Simon looked back at Gemma, then said, "Care to come in?" Gemma just laughed sheepishly, and made her way past Simon, placing her handbag on the table. "The others will be here shortly. Just make yourself at home" Simon stated, Gemma rummaging through her handbag. Simon looked her up and down and said before disappearing into the kitchen, "You look nice tonight". Gemma blushed slightly and grinned sheepishly, flicking her hair behind her ear. As Simon guaranteed within the next twenty minutes the house began to fill with more guests, John, Simon's second cousin, Paul, Rebecca... all of Gemma's and Simon's good friends were around, having good talks, dancing, having a great time. It was only ten minutes in since the party started that Gemma looked outside the window as a red Porsche pulled up outside. Gemma glared outside, and muttered to herself "Rachael". Surely enough, Gemma's arch rival strolled up the driveway in knee-high leather boots, a tight miniskirt and a taut V-neck shirt, cutting off just underneath her boobs. As Simon opened the door to greet her in, Gemma leered at Rachael, who caught her gaze and just flicked her hair back in denial. Kelly walked over to Gemma and said, "Don't start getting into any arguments now; this is a time to have fun". Gemma just nodded, not taking her eyes off Rachael as she hefted her boobs, flirting with Paul. "I know. I won't do anything" Gemma said, turning and continuing to talk with some of Simon's friends. Within the next half hour, Gemma had bumped into Rachael. The drunkenness began to perk up a bit now as everyone started to drink more and more. Gemma was feeling slightly tipsy as was Rachael, and now the argument kicked off. "Nice top Gemma" Rachael started, "Makes you look like you woke up on the right side of the bed at least" she added, a couple of her girly friends giggling. "Nice boots Rachael", Gemma snarled, "At least it hides those knobbly knees". The girls were now uproarious. Rachael glared at Gemma, as did Gemma glare at Rachael. Sensing a fight Kelly dragged Gemma way and said, "What have I told you about talking to bitches". Kelly pulled her onward, ignoring the "Fuck you, flat-chested slag" remark from Rachael. Gemma couldn't stand it. She hated Rachael so much and wanted anything to get at her, to show everyone she could take Rachael on anywhere, anytime. Half an hour passed quicker, or at least seemed to, as people began to get drunker. Gemma and Rachael weren't that particularly drunk but were drunker than before. Rachael purposely walked past Gemma but shoulder barged into her arrogantly. Gemma threw her glass on the nearby table and said, "I've had just about enough of you, you ignorant slag! I've had it up to here" Gemma tapped her temple "and now I think we should duel whatever you want out right now, so I can prove I'm better than you!" Rachael smirked and said, "Yes, yes, sure you can beat me in anything. But can you beat me at my new experimental game?" At these words Gemma raised an eyebrow, eyeing her suspiciously as Rachael rummaged through her handbag, pulling out two balls the size of a ping-pong ball. "I'll tell you the instructions, shall I? First, you pop one of these in your mouth. The saliva reacts with the chemicals on the balls producing an amazing amount of water. I won't go into too much detail, you won't understand dear" Rachael said, holding one of the balls to Gemma, who took it without a second thought. "The water will instantly flow down your throat without needing to swallow, the one who can take the most water without bursting is the winner. Deal?" Rachael said, waving the ball around in her hand. "Bring it" Gemma said. Kelly grabbed her as she put her bag down and said, "Don't you realize? Rachael has obviously been altered so her body can sustain more water than you. You're like a bird in a cage". Gemma just smirked as Rachael put her ball to her mouth, smirking, a large circle forming around the two. Gemma then said, "Yep, I am. And I'm about to get out". Rachael without hesitation shoved the ball in her mouth. Gemma took a few hesitant seconds but shoved the ball straight in her mouth. The two just stared at each other for a while, playing around with the balls in their mouths, the crowd around silent as if waiting for something to happen. With a gurgle, Gemma's cheeks swelled up first. Now Gemma realized there was no turning back, she couldn't get the ball out of her mouth. A few seconds later Rachael's cheeks filled with the water but she didn't panic. Kelly thought for a minute, until saying, "Look everyone sorry to interrupt but this could go really far. Let's take this outside". Everyone grumbled for a second or two but surely enough agreed with Kelly, and so everyone piled outside, Rachael and Gemma still in the middle. Gemma felt slightly bloated, and surely enough, her once flat stomach began to bulge out between her tank top and jeans, her sides slightly expanding as water gushed into them. Gemma's thighs began to fatten in their tight clothing, her ass bulging out like two water balloons underneath her tight denims. Rachael felt the full impact as her breasts began to round out, surging forward and her tummy slightly expanding too. From the looks of things Gemma's lower half was growing quicker than the top half and Rachael's top half was growing quicker than her bottom half. Gemma began to muffle as her leather boots began to tear under her jeans, her fattening calves pushing them apart. Her belt was too weak and so snapped the buckle, the entire thing falling to the floor. Rachael's tummy had caught up quite a bit now, and her mini skirt suffered as her thighs rounded and her butt grew underneath it, her nipples protruding from the centre of her breasts under her top. Gemma's breasts now began to fill slightly, her sides pushing her tank top up slightly, and her jeans down, her midsection growing and rounding, her navel rolled out and the button on the front of her jeans popped off. Rachael's extremely tight top instantly split seams down the sides and ripped off in two, exposing her white bra, which cupped her two gigantic water filled breasts as they pushed out over the top of it. Her mini skirt began to creak as her hips, thighs and butt pushed it to its limit. Gemma groaned slightly as her breasts swelled, now reaching the size of fully inflated beach balls, her tank top getting pushed right up now, getting stuck on her breasts before sliding over them. Gemma's arms filled and stuck out in the air, her thighs so fat they now began to push her legs sideways so she looked like a star. Rachael shook her head slowly as she felt the pressure hitting her hard on her breasts, which now pushed out over the top and underneath her bra, which was groaning and shaking violently. Her arms were already pumped with water and were pushed out, her mini skirt shredded exposing her white panties. Gemma's fat legs began to shrink, sinking back into her growing butt. Gemma looked like a huge pear, with her breasts still growing but her hips, butt and thighs fat and rounded. Which one pop, a seam broke from the middle seam of her jeans. Then came a loud rip and her pink panties were exposed, riding up the crack of her ass. Her whole jeans shredded as her thighs pushed them apart, her tank top ripped apart and her arms began to get pulled in by her billowing globe of a body. Gemma's purple lacy bra began to strain already, being too small for a start. Rachael's bra had had enough, and burst, allowing her huge breasts to roll out, her nipples popping up large and stiff. Gemma's legs were now absorbed so much it was just her feet left, she uncontrollably rolled forward and onto her breasts, the impact pushing her boobs out and exploding her bra, her nipples spraying out water on the impact. Rachael too fell forward so the two were now facing each other, although they had to look up. Rachael's round head began to get absorbed by her still growing body, Gemma looking like a huge globe, her butt bigger than anything else, and Rachael's tummy was gigantic. They were both about the size of a parade balloon now; the crowd had to move several metres back to allow the girls to grow this big. Kelly sobbed as she heard a creak from Gemma. It was not her panties, but her. Gemma's panties instantly gave in and burst, her butt so smooth and soft, and the crack arced smoothly. Rachael's panties gave in shortly after, the two now glaring at each other. The lads were quite excited by what they were seeing, and so were grabbing Gemma's ass and Rachael's breasts in handfuls. "NNNGGGHH" Gemma muffled, as her whole body absorbed her arms and feet, she was so much bigger than Rachael. Rachael clenched her fists and eyes shut, kicking her little feet, until SPLOOOSH. Gemma opened her eyes, and saw nothing but a silver watch and shredded clothes on the floor where Rachael was, and a pool of water. Gemma smirked. She'd outdone Rachael but to the point where Rachael no longer existed. Kelly ran forward and put her hand in Gemma's mouth, removing the ball of water and squeezing her boobs, water gushing out of her nipples and mouth. When Gemma was deflated more she still remained slightly sloshy but looked voluptuous, with flaring wide hips, even larger breasts and a much shapelier butt, which bulged now to add a shiny effect to it. Kelly covered Gemma in a towel as to stop the lads staring at her. "Well" Gemma said, panting, "That party... was a blast!"

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Male Inflation, Clean Popping, women inflating men Text: As Carmella stepped onto the school bus, Juan pretended to make a call on his cell phone, holding it to his ear as she passed by. Smiling, he quickly took the phone from his ear and used the built-in camera to take a quick shot of Carmella's young, tightly dressed ass as it swayed against her confining blue jeans, heading away from him toward the back of the bus. The tight, shapely package was the crowning addition to his already substantial butt photo collection, one that Juan had been compiling since the school bell rang that morning. But unbeknownst to him, two observers caught Juan's public act of voyeurism. Ashley, a petite blonde with sparkling green eyes, caught the whole escapade. Sitting next to her was Brooke, a tall slender brunette whose face could launch a thousand men's magazines. They exchanged disgusted glances, looking over at Juan as he drooled at his daily cache of female teenage butts. Ashley leaned over to Brooke and whispered something in her pretty little ear. A wicked smile broke out over Brooke's gorgeous face, and the two watched the oblivious Juan until his stop arrived. He stepped off the bus, keeping his eyes focused on his phone camera, only dimly aware of the bus pulling away and leaving him in the dust. He flipped through the photos, one by one, until he finally decided to put them away for later. Closing the phone, he turned to cross the street. And there before him were two hotties, Brooke and Ashley. His heart jumped a bit, not having sensed them there, but his eyes were immediately drawn downward to their hips, which were straining against their own jeans, Brooke in classic blue and Ashley in pure white, which caressed every curve of their legs right down to the ankles. Hombre! Juan wished they would turn around right now and add two more shapely butts to his arsenal! "Like girls' butts, do you?" Ashley asked him, her long beautiful hair tossing lightly in the breeze. Juan turned a little red but quickly composed himself. "Uh, yeah. What's it to you?" "I think it's a little sick," said Brooke. "Taking pictures of them while their backs are turned." "How else can I get their butts unless their backs are turned?" Juan said with a laugh. "Besides, they wear those impossibly tight jeans, so they must want us guys to look. They have it coming." "And you have THIS coming," said Ashley, grinning again at Brooke. The two smirked at each other, put their fists together and chanted: "WONDER TWIN POWERS: ACTIVATE!" Juan looked at them blankly. Cute but definitely nuts, he thought. But then Brooke pointed at him and said, "Shape of: a BALLOON!" "Why would you want to be a--" Juan cut himself off as his jacket got noticeably tighter. He heard the distinct sound of rushing air as his jacket bulked up, lifting upward as it seemed to get smaller. But it wasn't: He was getting bigger. "Oh, I didn't mean me," said Brooke. "I meant you. You do want to be a balloon, don't you?" She and Ashley giggled. Juan was too distracted to find the humour in the situation. His upper body was plumping up, constricting his clothes more and more, and soon he realized that the same thing was happening to his legs. Every part--every part--soon thickened, even his cheeks, as he bloated up, his clothes getting increasingly snug. He turned his attention briefly away from his expanding body to see the two pretty young women smiling broadly at him. "Are you two doing this? How?!" "Well, we didn't really need to do the Wonder Twins thing, if that's what you're asking," Ashley said--even though she knew Juan was asking no such thing. "We just do that for fun." "You know what else we do for fun? We inflate guys we don't like. Inflate them till they pop!" Juan's eyes widened at the word "pop," and the cell phone dropped from his hand, which was now plumped up like an inflatable pool toy and could no longer hold anything. All the while, Juan continued to grow. He heard his jacket and pants begin to shred as he outgrew them, his shirt tore as his belly blew outward, his pants zipper slid open as his widened circumference forced the seams apart. Juan began to feel embarrassed about his exposed underwear, but he remembered Brooke's admission and realized that he had bigger things--so to speak--to worry about. Soon his arms were so plump he couldn't bend them, his legs so wide he couldn't stand on them, his belly so distended that, when he fell forward, it fell only inches until it hit the ground before the two beauties. And still he bloated up...up...up... His clothes now tatters, his body now circular, Juan looked pleadingly at Brooke and Ashley. They were just joking about the popping, right? He clung to the hope that they were only trying to teach him a lesson. "Watch him pop!" Ashley giggled. So much for that, Juan thought. But then Brooke said, "No, we'll just teach him a lesson." Juan rolled his eyes upward in a silent prayer of thanks to el Dios. But still, for several tense moments, Juan continued to grow. He looked panicked as the pressure inside him grew exponentially, feeling a sudden wave of empathy for every balloon he ever popped in his lifetime. He never knew he could feel so utterly helpless, the prospect of blowing to pieces a very real one, indeed. He grew so very taut, so rounded and bloated, he felt bursting was imminent! When was he going to stop? "Stop!" he pleaded. "I learned my lesson!" Ashley and Brooke titled their lovely heads at each other, in a slightly skeptical fashion, but, with a playful tinge, slapped their fists together again, and Juan heard the hissing air inside him come to a gradual halt. He let his breath out slowly, taking inventory of his situation. He could feel his hands and feet--couldn't move them, because they were plumped up with air--but he could feel them. But the rest of his body, as much as he could tell, was a huge, round ball. A balloon, so full and fragile that he bobbed around whenever the gentle breeze struck him. Even if he didn't pop, he knew a strong wind could easily blow him away. And a slight graze could very well cause him to burst like a soap bubble! "So you've learned your lesson, have you, you sick butt freak?" Brooke asked. "We'll see about that." She knelt down, picking up the phone as Juan's blimping body shaded her from the fading afternoon sun. She dusted off the phone, dirty but still active, and she paged through the photos Juan had taken. Ashley brushed her sweet, sexy hair away as she leaned over Brooke's shoulder. "Whose butt is that?" she asked, pointing to the phone's display. "Looks like Sheila Olsen's," Brooke said. Juan's eyes half-closed in ecstasy. Ah, Sheila Olsen! She came to school that day the same as ever, dressed in skin-tight blue jeans that showed off that delicate, curvaceous butt-- His happy memory was interrupted by a hissing sound. He opened his eyes to see himself lifting further and further off the ground, his body growing tighter and larger. "What! What did I do?" "Oh, I forgot to mention," said Brooke. "Just to make sure you've cured yourself of this sickness, we made sure that you'll inflate every time you think of some girl's butt. This way, we'll know you've really learned your lesson." Stop thinking about girls' butts? Juan thought. Was that even possible? He was a guy, after all. Does this mean he can't think about Carmella's butt on the bus, walking away from him as she found her seat-- Whoosh! Juan's round body surged again, blowing him wider and higher. "Hmmm!" he groaned with the sudden strain, and began a mantra in his head: Baseball! Baseball! Baseball! The inflation stopped. But he was nearly a foot wider than he had been just moments before. He bobbed again in the breeze. Ashley giggled. "Sheesh. What a pervert. Even when he's about to pop, all he thinks about are butts." "Like this one?" Brooke held the camera up to Juan's bloated face, and he looked upon the image of the red-headed Andrea Joki, her tight black stretch pants stretched to their capacity across her butt. They looked painted on, so completely form-fitting! So smooth and sensual-- WHOOSH! Juan surged in growth again, ballooning up another two feet wide! "No! No! No!" he shouted at his growing body, trying to command it to stop. The pressure was so great, so overwhelming! He closed his eyes and chanted: Old ladies! Nuns! Grandmothers! Paris Hilton!! He stopped growing, and he sighed again. He eased his eyes open. Even tipped on his axis, he had to look down to see Ashley and Brooke laughing at him. "What a sicko!" Ashley said. "Total pervert," Brooke agreed. They again paged through the pictures on Juan's phone. "Whose butt is that?" Brooke asked Ashley. "I don't know, but that looks like a cheerleader's outfit." Oh, that was a coup! Sherri Stevens was wearing her cheerleader outfit, and Juan was able to sneak the phone under her skirt and get a quick shot of her undies, her pretty buttcheeks sticking out of them--! WHOOSH!! "Caramba!!" Juan exclaimed. Brooke and Ashley, a smug look across their faces, watched amusedly as he blew up bigger...bigger...BIGGER. He cried out through plumpened cheeks: "Fat chicks! Butch lesbians! The cast of The Facts of Life!" His growth slowed to a stop, but the immense pressure inside of him remained. He could NOT think about any more hot butts! He had to stop thinking about them or he'd BURST for sure! And yet... What was so wrong at looking at hot chicks' butts? The girls in those tight jeans obviously wore them to get attention. They wanted him to look, and he wanted to see! What's so wrong with that? How could he not think about all those young, firm butts in their skin-tight jeans? Their form-fitting skirts, clingy stretch pants, short shorts, skimpy swimsuits and panties? Their young, sculptured derrieres, ... those round, firm buttocks,...those sweet, sweet curves down their backsides...!! And he grew. And he grew. Wider, rounder, larger, bigger. A helpless, human balloon, pumping up bigger than he thought possible, growing to the size of a parade balloon and beyond, stretching outward in every direction, tighter, tighter, tighter!! "Hmmmph!" he bellowed, snapping back to reality, barely escaping the fantasies that brought him ever closer to the bursting point. He had to stop--NOW! Or he'd pop like an overinflated balloon! "I won't!" Juan called down to Ashley and Brooke. "I won't think about butts any more, I swear! Just please don't pop me! I'm begging you!" Ashley and Brooke exchanged another cynical but clearly amused look. "Well,..." Ashley said. "PLEASE! Please don't pop me!!" "Okay," said Brooke. Juan's inflation stopped. He looked pleadingly down at the girls as lay there on his belly, a giant balloon boy. Big as a house. Tight as a drum. His round body, stretched to transparency, continued to bob in the breeze for several tense moments. He did NOT think about butts. Anything but, in fact. "You're totally cured of your butt perversion?" Brooke asked. "YES!" "And you're not going to look at any more girls' butts?" Ashley asked. "NO!" They looked at each other again and smiled. "Another sicko taught a lesson," said Brooke. She sighed. "Another job well done. Well, Juan, my big, fat balloon--you won't need this anymore!" She tossed the phone over her shoulder. "Hey, wait," said Ashley. "I could use one of those." "Oh, sorry," said Brooke. "I'll get it." "No, no, I'll get it." Both the girls turned around. And then they bent over to pick up the phone. Their already tight jeans stretched further over their beautiful, smooth bottoms, so perfect, so round... The image of their two shapely butts was the most beautiful thing Juan ever saw. And it was the last thing he saw before he burst into a million perverted pieces...

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Clean Popping, balloon belly, Luna, Wonderland Text: It was a hot and sticky Summer's day. A terribly hot and sticky Summer's day that could only be cured by a dip in the chilling lake. In fact, a nice soak would do the trick. Although, rather horribly, the air down by the lake was heavy and muggy. Regardless, a slender young woman, Luna, who was no more and no less than eighteen years of age, sat on the docks gazing up at the beautiful Summer sky rather blankly; and she was cladded in a violet and white dress. She kicked her legs off - though they did not even graze the murky waters below; and she laid on her slender hands on the wooden dock. Her mind was as empty as a misfortunate beggar's purse. Not even a single fret nor care about the world around her resided in her mind, despite reaching through the gates of adulthood. As a matter of fact, Luna seemed rather childish, especially in comparison with her colleagues at her horrible, horrible school. She often skipped and hummed with only the company of herself; and she always seemed to be in some bizarre land instead of the world of reality. However, her mind would be colourless when she was on that very dock. Her parents would usually worry about her peculiarness and her fellow students would tease and poke at her. At first, she seemed rather bothered by their remarks; but with the passage of time her care and worry about the others faded away like dead ash on a pleasant wind. Now, on that particular hot and sticky day something occurred (otherwise I would not be bothered to scribble down this peculiar girl, and the dock, and the lake). It started with a blank stare up at a pale sky. The waters were calm; but, then, they were suddenly disturbed, yet ever so subtly. Despite the miniscule disturbance, Luna leapt up in a startled jump like a frog with its feet a-flamed. On her feet, quite shocked, she looked down into the waters. Quickly, she saw a rather horrifying sight: a man who was fathomed underneath the waters of murk. His expression was pale and blank, akin to Luna's mind prior to the destained viewings; but, now, her mind was filled with worriment for the man underneath. She had never seen a sight quite like the man prior that day. She did not know if she should firstly tell someone or to fish him out. "Perhaps he was just taking a nap with the fishes down below?" thought she, in her dismayed mind. "Hello!" she cried to the man. It was a rather illogical choice on her part; but she was an illogical person, especially in contrast to normal, boring people. Naturally, how the universe pans out, the man did not respond, still keeping that firm, pale expression that the dead hold. Luna began to lean further and she called out once more in a louder tone. Again, the body did not respond in any humanly visible way. She did not want to believe that her eyes had feasted upon the terrible outcome of the grip of death. Once more, she leaned forth, closer to the waters; but before she could even peep out a word, she lost her balance (something she had little of) and she fell into the murky waters below. Strangely, there was an absence of a huge splash and the terrible wetness did not engulf Luna; instead she fell into a chasm of inky darkness. Of course, she was very scared, even fearful! She spiraled into the unknown and people naturally have a grand fear of the deep darkness of the unknown. Nevertheless, she merely fell through the inkinesss for minutes, thought to her it felt like many lengthy hours. A funny thing, time is. Then, her falling arrested and she began to float down like an air filled balloon, not a silly one bloated with helium. Slowly, she descended down into a very strange room. The strangest she had ever seen. It was a very blanky room, save for a wooden pedestal that reached up to her breast. Black and white checkered squares were the makings of this room; but it looked as if the tiles were shifting from black to white and white to black in a series of strange and random sequences. Luna seemed rather curious about the checkered room. She wondered "Why were the checkers not blue and green? Perhaps red and violet? Or maybe yellow and orange? And why not polka dots, or zigzags, or triangular patterns?" Luna did quite a lot of questioning about the room; but she did not question the sociological purpose of said room or if an exit existed in the room, which people rarely do. She looked around until her eyes locked upon the pedestal. Despite being the only article of furniture, there was nothing peculiar about it; but there was something peculiar laying atop the pedestal rather lazily. Luna drew closer for a better look at it, and she picked it right up. It was a peculiar vial filled with a strange-looking pink liquid; on the vial there was a label that spelt "DRINK ME". Luna, rather puzzled on why the bottle wanted her to imbibe it, further more examined the bottle to see if there was anything else noteworthy. She did enjoy to examine little objects like pocket watches and bottles, ever since she was a little child. She did like to see each and every nook and cranny, whether it be of the norm or not. When she was young she wanted to become an extraordinary sleuth, quite like the superbly famous Sherlock Holmes; but she turned to peculiarness and blankly staring up at the sky during adolescence. After taking many-a-glance, she did not see anything of significance. So she uncorked the bottle and she took a long whiff of the pink liquid, and it smelled rather pleasent, like bubble gum and cotton candy! Luna enjoyed bubble gum and she loved cotton candy, so she assumed that it would be safe to drink. So, naturally, she pressed the neck-hole of the bottle to her soft lips and she guzzled it down with one great swig. The fluid went down rather smoothly, and it was rather rich. She placed the bottle back on the platform and she licked her lips, trying to savour the sweet taste. After a moment or so, she started to feel something rather odd in the depths of her stomach: a strange tingling sensation with an occasional bubbly feeling. A couple of belches dove from her mouth, and she was red with embarrassment. "Perhaps I drank too fast," she thought; placing a hand on her slender stomach, giving it a soft rub. Oddly, her stomach started to feel rather full, akin to the indulgence after Thanksgiving dinner. Luna felt rather regretful from her drinking-choice, and she seemed somewhat worried. As she rubbed her belly, she began to notice something of great shock: her belly began to expand like a bloody balloon being filled with a dreadful air! "Oh, dear me! Dear me!" She cried, as she gripped her hair in a trauma, watching her belly bulging bulbous. Her rump too rounded rapidly; though her breasts were basically the same small shape; in fact, maybe just an increasement of a size or two. Under normal circumstances that would indeed be something incredible, but under these bizarre, and bulbous, circumstances, it was not a prize winning feat. Oh, she grew, and grew (and she was terribly frightened by all of this swelling). Her body began to look rather shapely like a pear! Soon, she began to fill up the room ever so briskly! Her belly was soon so large that it knocked over the pedestal in front of her; and she was so bountiful that she could not keep her delicate balance, so she collapsed onto the ground on her expanding backside, causing her body to wobble like a bowlful of pale jell-o. Her legs were considerably flabbing out and her arms were profoundly puffing forth. Even her cheeks, that were once slender and sharp, were now perfectly chubby. Luna felt immensely gargantuan and, strangely, pleasurably soft, like an overt marshmallow. Dear me! she contemplated, in a terrible, terrible dismay, I should not drink things! Even if they smell pleasant! Ohh, I shan't drink anything more! Oh! how this is terrible! She still swelled and swelled, although, despite how big she was getting, her dress was still clad on her as if it was meant to fit one of such a size. No seam burst nor button bellowed, no string broke nor cloth tore, her dress was absolutely fine, unlike our dear, ballooning Luna. She was continuing to increase in a devilish size. Soon, her swollen legs and tumid arms began to sank into her body; which slowly started to morph into a large spherical shape, like that of a beach ball on a hot and sticky Summer's day. Her head too began to sink in her blimp-like body. "Oh, no no!" she thought. "I can't feel the ground with my feet! Oh, where are my feet?" -She attempted to wiggle her feet, but to no avail. -"And my hands! I cannot move my hands! And I can't see what's going on! Just those strange tiles! And they're getting closer! No no no!" At that point, the little head of Luna touched the roof of the room. Nevertheless, she still expanded at a nonstopping rate! If you were to walk into the room right at that moment, all you would see was an enormous pale ball - clad in a white and violet dress - and tiny feet and tiny hands poking from the sides of the ball, the only sign of a human instead of a titanic, plush ball. As she was growing, her skin felt tight like a stressed elastic band, and she felt crushed between the floor and the ceiling, like a blueberry being slowly squeezed by a pneumatic press. She flailed her little arms and legs about and tried to pointlessly call for help, but her head was pressing hard into the ceiling above, so no one could hear her, and there was no one else there. Still, she bloated ever so much, and, with each growing second her skin tensed more and more, ready to tear apart like a pig's flesh between teeth. Then, within the blink of a moment, when the skin could not burden any more stress, she POPPED! right open, just like a rubbery balloon with too much air! Though, strangely, instead of a bloody and gory mess, she burst open in a series and shots of awe-inspiring and beautiful lights of an array of many different fantastic colours! Vibrant crimsons; wondrous violets; bright hazels; and superb greens all whizzed and banged way around the checkered room. It was a spectacular fireworks show! Now, normally, how reality folds out, Luna should have passed into the embrace of death, just like the man in the lake perhaps even in a worse state than him; but this was an abnormal set of circumstances and Luna was very much alive - in one piece and slender as she was before! Instead of herself disappearance from the living, the room vanished like a magician's act, and Luna fell once again; although this time, instead of darkness, she fell into what looked like a golden wheatfield with a lovely house standing lonesomely. As she was falling, rather balloon-like (despite being so slender) she found a long table with many, many chairs, possibly for many, many people, and on the table there seemed to be many tea-things (mugs, saucers, cups, kettles, and bowls) laying about in a lovely, neat order, as if they were waiting for someone to admire them and use them. Slowly, Luna fell into the large arm-chair at one of the far ends of the table. It seemed like a rather important seat. She looked around to see if there was anyone else was to come; but she was all alone with companionship of only herself. She thought it was all very strange to her, perhaps just as strange as the checkered room. A worrisome seed began to plant itself in her stomach, as if something terrible was just around the corner, perhaps behind the white house.

Tags: Blueberry Inflation, Female Inflation, Offscreen Popping Text: Charlie watched Crystal examine the machine. They always did, there was just something drawing about it. The sheer mechanical nature of the thing made it a thing to marvel at, without even knowing its purpose. Giant presses, pipes, gears, and pneumatic filled the whole room. The machine used to be smaller, but Charlie had refined it, expanded its functions. He took pride in his work, ten years worth. "Wow, what does this thing do," Crystal asked. Charlie smiled and moved in close to the girl. He put his arm around her waist. She was too cute, he thought. She was a couple inches taller then he, but that didn't bother him a bit. Shoulder length brown hair, full pert breasts, soft curvy body. And those cherub cheeks. She was boisterous at the bar where he found her shaking her top in her tight sweater. He knew she'd be perfect. "You like it," he said pointing at the machine. She nodded. "It looks like something out of a science fiction movie," she said smiling. "What's it do?" Charlie led her over to a panel of buttons. Each was labeled. "This giant contraption makes a meal into a little piece of gum, its very ingenious actually." Crystal looked at the labels on the buttons. "Do they taste good?" Charlie nodded, " just like the real thing." He looked around the room, as if checking to see if the room was clear. There was not a sole in sight, in fact they hadn't seen anyone since coming in the back door. "Would you like to try one," he whispered to her. Crystal's face lit up. She thought it would be cool to try something that the general public hadn't heard of yet. "Yes–if you think its alright," she said. Charlie hesitated for a few seconds. "Well...alright. Just promise me you won't tell anyone about it, it's gonna be big," he said with a wink. Crystal beamed, "Oh you can count on me Charlie. Besides, I already signed that huge contract out front." "Well go ahead a pick one," Charlie said motioning to the buttons. Crystal looked thoughtfully at the buttons, finger outstretched. Charlie looked on curiously, wondering which one she'd pick. Finally she picked the one marked meatloaf. "I guess this one sounds good, its always been comfort food for me," she giggled. The machine hummed to life with a clatter, and Crystal jumped back. Charlie laughed, as Crystal hopped about the machine, watching all the gizmos at work. She turned and kept smiling at Charlie every few seconds. Charlie was getting antsy, this was going to be good. Finally with a final putz, the machine stopped and spit out it glob in a small chamber. Charlie opened the small door and grabbed the wrapped package. Crystal stared at it, a little perplexed, her brow furrowed. "That's a meal?" Charlie nodded, and looked at the small lump. "Oh yes, this little piece is a three course more." "Your putting me on," she said putting her hands on her hips. Charlie mocked being hurt. "Why Crystal, ye of little faith. Well I guess I can always just save this for later..." Charlie turned around and made to put it in his pocket, when he felt the piece snatched out of his hands. "Yoink," he heard her say. He smiled, she fit the part perfectly. Charlie turned around and watched the young woman unwrap the package and place it in her mouth. She began chewing the gum, and Charlie crossed his arms and waited. "So–what'ya think," he asked. Crystal stood there facing him concentrating on chewing, when suddenly her eyes lit up. "MMM, wow this is fantastic. Chicken noodle soup, its actually hot," she said reveling in the flavor. Charlie kept smiling. "I told you so," he said. "I can't believe you can make stuff like this," chomping on the gum. "It's sooo cool–wait–its changing–Meatloaf and mashed potatoes, just like I used to have back home–this is so rad," she said. Crystal appeared to be in heaven, eyes closed chewing on her gum. Charlie couldn't help himself. "Are ya to the desert yet babe," he said a bit sarcastically. "Oh yeah, here it comes. Chocolate pudding and whipped cream, oh wow this is so good. Thanks Charlie for–," an odd look came over her. Charlie could see it starting. Her skin became darker, first a hint in her cheeks, the all down her thighs straight down to her calves until they diapered beneath the boots she wore. She finally caught sight of herself. "Oh my god–wh–whats going on," she said concerned. Charlie snapped his fingers, as if remembering something. "Oh yeah, forgot to tell you. Haven't quite perfected the desert yet babe, actually haven't even tried in ten years," he said smiling still. Her skin was a dark brown, but not a natural brown. Then he saw the beginning of the true show. Crystal noticed it, a tightening of her top. Her chest had begun to swell. "My boobs," she cried out. Then her hips began to flare out, her belly slowly creeping outwards. Charlie just stood and watched as the girl began to swell slowly. "I'm swelling up like–like–a balloon," she asked not comprehending it. "Well if we're going to use analogies, I'd say more like a bon-bon or something," he offered casually. Her belly pushed out further and further, causing a button to burst off her shirt. "I feel so strange," she said. Her breasts strained up against the top most buttons (those that were buttoned to begin with anyway). Suddenly there was a pop, her thighs and his tearing her mini-skirt apart. It fell to the ground near her boots which were loudly straining against her enlarging calves. Another button followed rapidly by another burst off, revealing her huge brown stomach. Her arms were raising out, sorely stretching the arms of the sweater. With a final explosive button, the sweater parted revealing her huge chest atop her even bigger stomach. A white laced bra holding on for dear life, while her matching panties clung to her thighs and ass. Charlie couldn't resist it, he approached the bloating lass, and placed his hand on top of her expanding cleavage, and pushed in. The bra was remarkable, still holding on for dear life, but clearly making things uncomfortable for Crystal. She gritted her teeth, and closed her eyes. "Ugh, this bra is so tight. I need to–," as if hearing her plea the bra exploded off with tremendous force, causing her entire body to jiggle for several seconds. Her body was getting rounder and rounder from the waist up, her sides swallowing her arms nearly to her hands. The sweater tore completely off her arms leaving her in only tremendously tight panties, and rapidly tearing boots. "I'm getting so big–Charlie help me! You've got to find a way to let the air out of me–fast," she said desperately, her gigantic tits being pushed up into her face by her huge belly. Charlie laughed. "There's no air in their, that's chocolate filling," he said still watching. "Chocolate–filling?" she said anger showering a bit through her fear. Crystal was becoming more and more globe shaped. Her thighs finally proved too much for her poor panties, and they snapped clear off her. The boots for the most part, though mostly demolished still held on, though they even tore as her feet plumpened up. Crystal desperately looked about, fear etched on her face. "Help, somebody Help! I'm so big–is it ever going to stop?" Her body was so round now that only her hands remained moveable, and her boot covered feet stuck out the bottom. Crystal's colossal boobs obscured most of her face now, and the chocolate continued to fill her. She could only see a glimpse of Charlie through her cavernous cleavage now. "Charlie–please–I'm getting so full. I'm so–so–tight. I'm gonna pop if this doesn't stop..." Charlie was fully aroused now. Crystal seemed to tower over him in all her gargantuan glory. It looked like even her round cheeks and lips had begun to fill, her body practically oozing chocolate. A maniacal look came over him, and he approached the still swelling girl. "I'm gonna take care of you, don't you work yourself up," he said walking around her brushing her gently as he did. Crystal waved her hands, the pressure was mounting constantly. She wobbled around, trying to move with him. Each second filled her up, making bigger and bigger. Then he just stood there again for another minute. The pressure was not letting up at all. "Please Charlie, hurry–I'm almost completely full. I can feel it–just poke me with a pin or something..." Charlie laughed out loud. "You'd make a huge mess dear. You might even damage the machine, a girl of your size," he said clicking his tongue. Crystal gulped. She saw Charlie move in front of her again, the she felt his hands start to push on her belly. She flapped her useless hands desperately, feeling even more helpless as he pushed her onto her back. "Hey, what are you doing–be careful," she stammered. "Well, what do you think your gonna do–walk?" he laughed. He began to roll her, and Crystal found she could do nothing but whimper and moan as the contents of her body swayed around inside her. Charlie began to hum. "Hmmpa Hmmpa Hmmpaty hmmm", then laughed as she hit a large door. "I've got a bon-bon for a date," he said merrily. "Oh, where are you taking me," Crystal moaned. "To a place where we can make a mess," Charlie said a bit sinisterly. Crystal blanched. "Are you going to pop me," she gulped. Once again Charlie laughed. "No silly, well–accidents do happen. We're gonna have some fun is all, while we get that chocolate filling out of you," he said merrily rolling her along. They finally got to another set of doors with a complex looking lock on it. Charlie reached into his shirt and produced a key, which fit into the lock. The doors parted and Charlie rolled Crystal inside. She heard the door close behind her. Crystal lay on her back, only able to see the high ceiling of a room she could only describe as a warehouse. She could also hear that they were not alone. She heard whimpers, and moans, many of them in the backdrop. Crystal waited with trepidation, the chocolate still filling her huge body. Her hands had begun to get swallowed into divots in her sides, the same for her feet. Her head was also starting to get pulled in. She felt his hands start to lift her onto her feet again. Though her vision was skewed by her copious flesh she let out a gasp. There were dozens of girls here, each as big, or shockingly enough much bigger than herself. They were purplish, brown like her, creamy white, even red. They all got excited and began to bounce and jiggle in place with the new arrivals. The smells were maddening. "Juice me Charlie, please..." "No Charlie Juice me..." "I'm so big, please squeeze me," The voices were gathering in strength, until Charlie shooshed them. "Now, now, ladies. Be polite to our newest guest. The poor girl is ready to burst, and all you can think about is yourselves. Shame," he said patting Crystals side. It caused her to wobbled around, and she puffed with fear. She felt like too rough a touch would pop her at this point The girls quieted down, and Charlie turned to her. "Now you just wait here while I go and change into something a bit more comfortable and safe for you. Charlie's gonna relieve that pressure for you real soon," he said laughing again. She saw him walk off, past the whimpering girls. He stopped and looked around quizzically, and turned to look at one of the purple girls. "Where's Shawna," he asks casually. "She grew and brushed up against that rough spot against the wall. We told you Charlie–we told you about it–you said you were going to fix–." "Oops, I'll have one of the Oompa Loompas take care of that first thing tomorrow, don't you worry". With that he left the room. Crystal, her body still swelling, felt very uncertain about her future here in Charlie's chocolate factory.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation Text: Anyway to say the least my time with Ashley was great. I tickled, rolled, rubbed, and slept on top of her that day. I deflated her the next morning and left. I sat around my house all day doing nothing when the phone rang. I went and picked it up. "Hello?" A female voice said "hi!" "who's this?" "It's Ash's friend, becky." "Oh! Hello!" "Ash told me your into inflation and you inflated her pretty good." "Uh, yea." "Where do you live?" "606 Grain St." "Wonderful, I live only 4 streets over. I'll be over soon" -click- "WTF?!?" I've only met Becca once. She's the same age as Ashley, a lil bit chubbier than Ashley and definately bigger breasted. She's got a round butt, too. I like that in a girl y'know? Lucky for me, my parents aren't home because I'm not allowed to have girls over when no on is home. Imagine this, Ashley's parents' and my parents' on vacation at the same time, a beach away from each other , and I'm inflating their daughter and sleeping with her. Now another girl wants to be inflated and will probably end up at my house. I realize that my room definately needs to be cleaned in order for this to happen. I'm in scramble mode, but it's not enough. Becca is already knocking at the door. I run and open the door. Becca enters my home. We sit on my indoor porch and begin to get to know each other better. Becca is wearing a black tanktop and daisy duke-like shorts. She likes boys, inflation, pop music, driving, and the beach. She doesn't have a favorite way of being inflated. She likes the feeling of pressure in her stomach. She asks how I like to be inflated. I said any way. She asks if she can inflate me. I say yes, but she doesn't wanna inflate me now. She wants to be inflated. Becca runs down to my basement looking for anything she can inflate herself with. She comes up with my dad's air compressor. "Oh, this'll make me big and round!" she exclaims. Becca quickly puts the hose into her mouth and turn the compressor on before I can say "don't touch that". I did want her to blow up, but not using something my dad would go ballistic about if I touched something of his. After some time, Becca begins gorwing. Her belly sticks out a bit more. Her eyes twinkle a bit as she blows up. I just watch as she inflates bigger and bigger. Her boobs begin to overflow her tanktop and her panties begin to outline her her shorts. I'm going crazy now. She expands and expands. She closes her eyes as her button shoots off her shorts revealing her turqouise panties. Her tanktop is stretching and begins to tear down the middle. It shreds and she's growing out of her white bra. She looks pregnant, F cupped, and ready to pop 20 babies out! Her bra creaks and shoots off across the room. Becca looks down and cups her naked rack. She still growing. Becca is becoming a helpless balloon. Her shorts become shreds. Becca loses those huge hooters and big round butt. Her panties have become a thong as she rounds out. She's getting too big to be in my basement so I have to unhook her and roll her up to my room. "I wanna get rounder!" she yells. "I know, but you're not gonna be able to get out of my basemant otherwise," I reply. Up in my room, Becca is laying on the floor completely immobile. she asks me to bring the compressor up, but I can't because of the risk of my dad finding out. I wind up in the basement looking for another kind of pump. I come up wiht my bike pump and that's how I'm gonna make her larger. She is very excited and i insert the pump into her belly button. "Pump me UP, " she screams. I being pumping and she starts to get larger again. Becca is enjoying it. She asks me if I am enjoying and I tell her "of course why wouldn't I be." Her panties stretch with her as she becomes half the size of my room. I pull the pump from her belly and rub her side. "Big enough for you?" "Definately" "Let's have some fun!" I climb up on top of her and plant a kiss on her lips.

Tags: Stuffing, Male Inflation Text: The door flew open as Alexa entered the dorm, moving with a carefree attitude that only came with a total lack of concern about noise complaints. As Shannon came in behind her she pointed across the room at the incubus before waving. "Yo Lilu, my man! How's it hangin'?"Lilu nodded in acknowledgement. "Hello, Alexa. Everything is as well as it can be.""A'ight, that's cool." She dropped a metal tray of brownies on the kitchen counter as she breezed through. "Nicole here?""I'm here!" Nicole called back from out of sight. A few seconds later she stepped into the main room, pulling down the hem of her shirt. "I was just drying my hair." Crossing the room, she stopped between Lilu and her friends. "We're heading out for a bite, Lilu. If you get hungry feel free to grab whatever.""You know I don't need to eat."She shrugged. "Well, you know. Also-""If anyone knocks on the door, stay silent.""Just checking. I'll see you in a bit, okay?"With that they left, leaving Lilu alone in the dorm. He let out a quiet sigh, staring at the door before scanning his surroundings. "At least she isn't expecting me to clean while she's out," he muttered, idly playing with his collar.For want of anything better to do he slowly paced about, passing through the commons room, heading up and down the hall, and eventually finding himself in the kitchen. His gaze drifted around the room, eventually settling on the large tray of brownies that had been deposited there. Reaching out, he picked up one of the chocolatey cubes, turning it over between his fingers as he peered at it suspiciously. He brought it to his nose, sniffing at it before looking at it again and taking a small bite. When Nicole and her friends returned, Lilu was waiting at the door for them bearing two things. One was an expression of worry and barely-controlled panic that Nicole had never seen on him before. The other was a small belly that transformed his normally flat abs into a soft, gentle curve that poked out over his pants."Thank Baphomet you're back!" he exclaimed. "Something terrible has happened!"Nicole quickly scanned the room, checking to see if anything was broken or on fire as Alexa and Shannon filed in behind her. Closing the door, she returned her attention to Lilu. "What's wrong?""You know of those... those brown cubes Alexa brought, correct?""The brownies?""Yes, those! I tried one of those brownies, and everything was fine for a few minutes, but then I was overcome by this sense of euphoria and this..." He gestured. "...gnawing emptiness. My memory is hazy after that, but I must have eaten the rest of them because they're gone." He glanced fearfully between them. "How do you stop it?""Stop what?""This!" He shook his belly with both hands. "The hunger! Is this -normal?- Does this happen to humans on a regular basis when they eat?"Nicole thought for a moment before leaning in to Lilu. Coming eye to eye with him, she gently placed her hands on his shoulders. "What you're feeling isn't normal, but it's not dangerous." She paused. "I think." Turning back to Alexa she asked, "were those pot brownies, or did you make regular brownies and incubi just have a strange reaction to chocolate?"Alexa shook her head. "No, I'm pretty sure those were pot brownies.""Okay." She turned back to Lilu. "It's not dangerous, but eating the rest of those brownies made it worse. Now you can do one of two things: You can wait it out, but that might take a while.""How long?" he asked."I don't know. Hours, maybe?"Lilu gaped at her. "-Hours?-""Or you could just... give in and eat until you're full."It was impossible for Nicole not to notice the twinkle in his eye at the mention of the word "full," try as he might to conceal it. "Perhaps I should do that." Quickly, he added, "as a natural remedy to the problem at hand, of course.""Of course." She gave him a pat on the shoulder. "Go take a seat on the couch, I'll get you some food."They split up, Lilu heading towards the commons room and Nicole the kitchen. After a few seconds Alexa and Shannon followed after her, watching her sift through the refrigerator, stacking up bowls, plates, and take-out boxes full of food on the counter. She glanced over at them, doing a double take before shooing them away. "Don't just stand there," Nicole said, "go get me some more food."As they turned and left, Shannon looked to Alexa. "Are we enabling her?"Alexa shrugged."Oh well. I've been meaning to clean out my fridge anyway." Lilu stared at the collection of containers on the table in front of him, laden with all manner of baked, fried, roasted, and boiled foodstuffs, all of which were utterly foreign to him. Despite this he felt himself filled with a strange desire for them, similar to yet utterly different from sensations he had experienced before. "So this is... food.""Yup." From her seat beside him Nicole made a sweeping gesture. "See anything you like?""I honestly don't know.""At least you're not picky. Well, let's start wiiiiith..." Her hand hovered over the food for a moment before reaching out, picking up a round tray of steamed dumplings. "Chinese." Picking up a fork, she speared a dumpling before holding it in front of him. "Open wide."Lilu opened his mouth."Wider."His jaw dropped another two inches, gaping open as a long, slender tongue snaked out, waving lazily in the air.Nicole blinked. "Damn. You really -are- built for pleasure." She shoved the entire dumpling into Lilu's mouth, who barely bothered chewing it before swallowing. "...and eating."The dumpling was followed by a second, then a third, then a fourth. The incubus eagerly gulped down noodles, rice, and whatever remnants of food were offered to him. As heaping fork and spoonfuls disappeared down his throat his stomach grew, in tandem with the pile of empty plates and containers in front of him. Before long his belly had grown into a soft mound on his frame, slightly smaller than a volleyball, his navel sunk deep into the squishy mass.As Nicole was in the process of feeding Lilu another spoonful of chili there was a thump at the door. "Excuse me for a sec." Setting the bowl and spoon down she stood up, crossing the dorm and opening the door to find Shannon, her arms full of bowls and Tupperware containers."All of this should still be good," Shannon said, holding it out. "If he doesn't eat any of it just bring it back.""That's not gonna be a problem," Nicole replied.From out of sight Lilu asked, "what is this 'Tab-as-co?' Is it a beverage?"Nicole's eyes went wide as she pushed the food back into Shannon's arms. "Excuse me." Charging back into the other room, she slid to a stop to see an empty bottle of hot sauce and Lilu panting as he waved both hands frantically over his open mouth. Snatching up a jug of milk, she stripped off the top before plunging it into his mouth. She raised the end and Lilu began gulping the contents down, his stomach slowly growing."What you did was -really- dumb," she began, "but honestly I'm kind of impressed." After the emergency was taken care of Lilu's feast continued, finishing off the remainders of Nicole's food before continuing on to Shannon's. Container after container was emptied in an attempt to sate his hunger, his belly bulging beyond any ordinary scale. By the time they were finished his gut filled most of his lap, nearly stretching out to his knees.From her seat beside him Nicole shoveled the last bit of pasta into Lilu's open mouth, the incubus eagerly slurping them down. As she placed the bowl back on the table a few drops of alfredo sauce dribbled down the side, falling on his stomach just above his navel. A sly smirk spread across her face as she locked eyes with him, running her finger up the soft curve of his belly, wiping up the sauce with her index finger before licking it clean. "So. Feeling full?"Lilu shook his head. "No, not yet."She nodded to herself. "How does it feel?""Sorry?""How does it feel? Having a beautiful woman serving you more food than you've ever seen in your life? Having her wait on you hand and foot, watching you as you gorge yourself, stuffing your belly bigger and -bigger- until you're so massive you can't even move?""I... that is..."She lovingly rubbed the side of his stomach. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you like being this big."Lilu stared down at himself before reaching out and gently squeezing his sides. Despite being so stuffed with food there was still an almost pleasing softness to him. He -had- been this big, and larger, several times before - Nicole saw to that - but always with air. Never was he this weighty or... or solid. For some reason, seeing and feeling his fullness and heft filled him with a strange sense of contentment.He was shaken out of his reverie when he felt Nicole entwining her fingers through his, and he turned his head to see her looking at him with a soft, knowing smile. "I..." Lilu paused, trying to muster up some level of indignance. "I've certainly endured worse. From you, I might add.""You endure it so well." There was a knock at the door and Nicole stood up, patting Lilu's belly. "I'll be right back."While Nicole was expecting Alexa, she didn't expect her to be carrying quite so many pizza boxes, nor for Shannon to be with her carrying just as many. "You didn't have to -order- anything.""She didn't," Shannon replied. "At least, not today.""Well yesterday I was hungry, but not -really- hungry, so I thought I would order something small, but I -may- have forgotten if twenty was less than twelve or not so..." Alexa shrugged. "Yeah.""...and you used the same stuff in those brownies?""Yeah.""Wow. I'm surprised he's still lucid." Lilu's eyes went wide as the pizzas were brought before him. The table was cleared, the boxes stacked, and Nicole took her place beside him. One by one he consumed the slices, Nicole feeding them to him at a steady pace, pausing only between pies to rub and pat his stomach. Once merely large, his gut grew to enormity, round and full, extending past his knees and rising level with his chest at its highest point. Its sheer size forced him to sit spread-legged, pinned down from its weight.His stomach slowly grew firm from the sheer amount of food contained within as he began chewing more and more reluctantly. Nicole offered another slice of pizza - one of dozens that came before - and Lilu looked upon it with queasy displeasure. "This looked delicious before, but doesn't now. Is that normal?""It happens. Why? Are you getting sick of it?"Lilu nodded as his massive belly let out a quiet gurgle. "I'd like to stop.""I can't blame you," she said, placing the slice back in its box. "You sure ate enough of them."Standing up, she disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Lilu alone for a brief moment. He wrapped his arms around his stomach, gently cradling it and pressing his fingers into its sides, testing its firmness. He looked up again in time to see Nicole walk back in and sit down beside him again, now carrying a spoon and a small, cylindrical container.Nicole pulled off the top and dropped it onto the table, and was just about to dig in with her spoon when she noticed Lilu's expectant look. "...yes?""Is that for me?""Nnnnno, it's for me. I thought you weren't hungry anymore.""I wasn't. Or rather, I'm -less- hungry than I was before, but simply tired of the pizza. Though if you'd like to switch to..." He leaned over, trying to look into the container. "...to whatever that is, I would-"She held up a finger. "No, hold up. Even if you ate an entire tray of pot brownies there's no way stoner munchies would last this long. I thought you didn't like being big all the time, and here you're acting like you don't mind it. So which is it?""Well... that is to say, I don't find it entirely -un-pleasant." Hastily, he added, "but I should point out that as an incubus I -am- meant to satiate the desires of others, even if your desires are-""Ohhhh no, you're not getting out of it that easily. You were the one who wanted to eat, remember? If you didn't want to get this big you would've stopped long ago.""But I thought you wanted me to get-""It wasn't about what -I- wanted, it was about what -you- wanted. Do you remember the terms of our contract? I was willing to stop if you were, and you-" She poked him for emphasis, causing him to wince. "-definitely didn't want to stop."Lilu's cheeks darkened as he shrank down in his seat, trying to hide behind his gargantuan gut."You've -never- wanted to stop. Sure, you like to act big about how it's conduct unbefitting a centuries-old sex demon, but not once have you ever said, 'put the air tank away, Nicole," or 'don't put a leash on my collar, fill me with helium and walk around outside with me like I'm a giant balloon.' Do you know what I want? I want you to be honest: Despite being able to refuse any request I make of you, why do you go along with it?"His blush deepened to a dark violet as he averted his eyes, staring down at his girth. The seconds stretched into minutes; when he looked up at her again, his voice was timid and quiet. "Because... I like it."Nicole nodded to herself. "Okay.""That's it?""When I said I wanted you to be honest, it wasn't for my sake." She scooped out a spoonful, holding it out to him. "Say 'aah.'" Lilu jumped as the door slammed open, and he spun around to see Nicole slide to a stop in front of him, out of breath and positively terrified. "Nicole, what happened?""Witch hunters," she panted."What?!""Witch hunters!" She reached out, taking Lilu by the wrist as she hurried out of the dorm, half-leading, half-dragging him along. "There's a lot of them, they know we're here, and they're coming after us." She pushed open another door, heading up the stairs."Can't you fight them?" He glanced over his shoulder as a distant thumping caught his attention. "Or summon another demon?""No time. An improper summoning could make things even worse." She climbed to the last landing and pushed another door open into a dusty room lined with boxes and shelves of books; Lilu recognized it immediately as the room where he had been summoned. It had gone untouched since the last time he was there, with even the chalk summoning circle still remaining untouched on the floor. "Come on," she said, leading him towards the center of the circle."I thought you weren't going to summon something.""I'm not here to summon anything." Reaching towards his neck, she unbuckled his collar before stepping away. "You're free."There was a flash of heat and the stench of sulphur, and Lilu was suddenly ripped through reality. Hell was familiar to Lilu.Being there was reassuring. It was something he knew intimately; a place where his purpose was set in stone, and he served without question. Pandemonium was spoken of as the embodiment of chaos, but it bore a sense of order that only came from being designed by a single malevolent intelligence. All things had their place, and even infighting and scheming were expected and accounted for, all done in the service of something greater.Lilu was warmly welcomed back by his "family" of succubi and incubi, one unlucky enough to be summoned unexpectedly yet lucky enough to return. They asked about the human world, about mortals, what they did with their short lives, and what had changed since some of them saw it last. He answered them eagerly, regaling them with what he had seen and experienced in his short time on earth.Then one asked him about his first time.Lilu was at a loss for words at first. Eventually he formulated a reply in vague terms, stating that he brought her pleasure and was more than capable of sating her desires. This response seemed to satisfy the other, older incubi, and they congratulated him on his success. He accepted it, hoping none would press the issue further.Over time he spent more and more time by himself, unable to relate to the experiences of other incubi and unwilling to speak up about his own. He briefly contemplated speaking to a succubus before realizing that they, too, were always in control. Their submission was an act of show; none of them truly gave themselves over to another to be used and played with, and none of them would ever find joy in the act....but that doesn't mean that doing so was wrong, right?So Lilu sat, perched atop a rock on the shore of a sulphurous river, lost in his own thoughts. The succubi and incubi left him alone, as did other demons, generally having some more important task to take care of. It came as a surprise, then, when he suddenly realized that someone was standing before him. As he looked up wasn't sure of what to expect, but he certainly didn't expect to see something so... plump and pendulous."Hey." The owner of the breasts waved a hand in front of his line of sight before pointing up at her face. "Eyes." The incubus looked up to see a familiar yet unmistakably changed face smiling back at him: Red skin, glittering silver eyes, stark black hair, and a large pair of horns curling up from the sides of her head. She fit in perfectly, if not for the black t-shirt and jeans in lieu of more revealing attire.Lilu gaped at her, his mouth moving wordlessly for a second before he finally composed himself. "Nicole?! How did you- what-""Don't look too surprised. I -did- summon a demon, you know. It was only a matter of time before I ended up here.""Well, yes, but few if any who do leave the pits, much less end up as a greater demon.""'Greater demon' is a pretty misleading title. It's closer to 'demonic assistant manager.'""Regardless. How much time has passed?"She thought for a moment. "I wanna say... a year, my time?""How did you attain the rank of greater demon in a human year's time?""Well." She knit her fingers behind her head. "After I sent you back the witch hunter club caught up to me and burned me at the stake.""I'm sorry.""Nah, the joke was on them. They were kicked off campus after people found out I wasn't a witch. Anyway, my father dabbled in the occult, so it turns out my soul was tainted from the get-go. That, combined with my knowledge of demonology, meant that I couldn't be left alone down here because I might get up to something. So they made me an underling." Nicole let one hand drop, idly tapping the point of one of her horns with the other. "After that it was just a matter of pitting everyone above me against each other and rising up the ranks." She glanced around before leaning in, lowering her voice. "I hate to say it, but your bosses are not at all smart. I could probably make Dutchess of Hell, but but I'm not sure I want that kind of responsibility.""Doubtless you've already realized, but aside from serving in your caste and attempting to rise up the hierarchy there's little else to be done here.""Yeah, I kind of figured Hell wouldn't be fun." Nicole suddenly perked up, turning her head as if listening to a far-off sound. "Lilu.""Yes?""If you could leave, would you?" She turned back to him. "With me, I mean."Lilu immediately perked up. "I- of, of course!""Great." She immediately scooped him off his seat, holding him close to her. Despite her physical change he found certain soft, smothering features all too familiar. "Now hang on."With that, Lilu was again ripped through reality. In a plume of sulphur and brimstone they arrived, standing in the center of the sigil. Nicole let go of Lilu, and he turned to find himself in the same room in which he had been summoned once before, facing two young women he estimated to be the same age as Nicole when they first met.The closest of the two raised her arms. "Oh great demon lord Nicolestenam! We have summoned you to this realm to do our bidding!" She lowered her arms and looked down at the piece of paper in her hand before dragging her foot along the edge of the sigil, smudging an opening in the chalk circle. "You are free now! Free to wreak havoc on those who have wronged us!"Lilu stared at them for a moment before looking up at Nicole. "They genuinely have no idea what they're doing," he whispered, "do they?"Nicole shook her head. "Not a clue." She returned her attention to the women as she folded her arms under her chest. "Very well, mortals! You have gained my attention! However, this is a strange new realm for me, and I must accustom myself to it." She waved one hand dismissively. "Begone. A demon of my stature demands her privacy."The women nodded and filed out, leaving Nicole and Lilu alone in the room. As soon as the door was shut Nicole promptly began exploring the room, sifting though the shelves and cabinets as Lilu looked on."Oh wow," she muttered, "they left everything alone up here." She picked up a small wooden box, flipping the top open and inspecting the contents."If I might say something," Lilu began."Sure, go ahead.""As a human you composed instructions on how to summon yourself, as a demon, before you were executed, then arrived in Hell and became a demon, gaining power and biding your time until someone found your instructions; someone without the knowledge to determine that the instructions were intentionally misleading, thereby causing them to perform it incorrectly, allowing you to bring a passenger and allowing you free reign.""Us," she corrected him, not looking up. "Allowing -us- free reign.""Do you not realize how absolutely convoluted your plan was?""Yes." She waved a finger. "But it worked."He sighed, shaking his head as he turned away. "You're unbelievable.""I try." A few seconds later she said, "hey."Lilu turned as Nicole gently lobbed something towards him, reflexively snatching it out of the air. He opened his hand to find a plain black leather collar."Remember that?" She quietly laughed as she turned her attention to a shelf of books. "That was fun, wasn't it? You're probably going to be making up for lost time while you're here, though, I figure. That campus full of college-age women isn't going to seduce themselves or anth-"Nicole cut her words short as she heard a quiet click, and she turned to see Lilu lowering his hands from the collar around his neck. Upon seeing her expression, he gave her a small smile. "You're right," he said. "It -was- fun."Lilu's eyes went wide as Nicole rushed towards him, the taller woman nearly bowling him over before picking him up off his feet and embracing him. "Oh, Lilu," she cooed, "you're the best incubus boytoy a girl could ask for."

Tags: Belly Inflation, Breast Inflation, Hourglass Inflation, Female Inflation Text: A young girl has a special power over her body. And she loves to amuse herself with it. She practically skipped down the road towards her home, not caring who saw her. She was more excited than she had been in days, and why shouldn't she? Work was finished for the week, and she had no obligations to fulfil and no one to visit. She would be alone to spend the time indulging in her secret hobby... She giggled and looked down at the Oxfam bag she was carrying. She went to the local store so often to buy 'items' she needed that the staff were always ready to recommend stuff to her. And it was nice to know she was giving old clothing which would have sat in a dusty box for years a final use, and helping some poverty-stricken people at the same time. And it was cheap. Everyone won, including her. She raced into her small house, bolting the door and heading straight to her bedroom. Normally she would relax on the couch with a drink and watch some TV first, but after a long day at work, she knew what would be more enjoyable. And she was hardly willing to wait. In her bedroom, she took a moment to close the curtains, then happily leapt onto her bed, laughing as she bounced on the mattress. Settling down, she then sat up and removed her clothing, throwing them into the corner. As her panties were flung over to join the pile, she spotted the full-length mirror fixed to her closet door, and turned to look at herself. As much as she liked her body, she was proud enough to admit that her appearance, though considered pretty by many people, was fairly unremarkable. Long brown hair framing her face, her body an average build, nice sizable breasts, curved hips and a slight potbelly. Nice, but nothing special. She could easily blend into a crowd and no one would take special notice. She smirked, amused by the knowledge that her body was more remarkable than anyone could imagine. And with a little thought, she would definitely stand out from any crowd. But first things first... She grabbed the Oxfam bag and emptied the contents out before her. A variety of clothing and underwear piled up, and she began pawing through the pile to pick out ones she liked. The first item to be put on was a bra, a nice simple blue one which was a cup size larger than her C-Cup chest. She always chose items a little bigger than her size. Next was a stretchy pair of cotton leggings, which hugged her legs and hips. Finally, she put on a large white blouse, making sure to button it all the way down. She grabbed her mobile phone from the side table and turned to the mirror again. She then put on a sexy pose and snapped a picture of her reflection on the phone. It was always fun to get before and after shots. Maybe she would show the collection she had built up to someone one day... She pushed that thought aside. It was time to get to it. She was shivering with excitement as she settled herself against the backrest of her bed, back against the wall. She willed herself to calm down, taking deep breaths. When she felt ready, she closed her eyes, and began to concentrate. Over the years it had gotten easier to work this strange power of hers, to simply will herself to change. Already she could feel the warmth in her chest and legs, as if she was immersed in warm water. Another minute passed, and then she felt it. The fabric of the bra, once loose, was now pulled taut as her breasts pressed against it. She could also feel the elastic waist band of the leggings shift on her hips slightly. Smiling widely, she opened her eyes, sat up onto her knees, and looked down. Her breasts were noticeably larger, pressing out underneath the shirt and drawing it taut against her body. Slowly they grew, their shape standing out more as she filled out the loose shirt. She cupped her chest with her hands, using her fingers to gauge the size they were. Normally they fit in her hands neatly, but now the soft flesh was more than a handful, beginning to overflow her fingers. She could feel the bra getting tighter, the cup's fabric stretching as it tried to contain her. One hand remained at her breast, the other travelled down to rest on her thigh. Immediately she could feel the difference. Her thighs and hips were also growing, steadily becoming thicker and softer. Her fingertips trailed across her skin from her thigh to her bottom. She could tell from feeling that her bum was larger, the leggings stretching to contain her new size. One finger pressed into the soft flesh, and she marvelled at how pliable, yet firm, her growing shape was. She let this continue, holding her concentration while she rubbed her breasts and bottom, savouring the sensations as her flesh pressed against her hands and her clothing got ever tighter. Moments later, she could hear the sound of the threads holding the blouse's buttons straining to give, and took that as a sign to stop momentarily. Sighing, she broke off her concentration, then turned and sat at the edge of the bed, facing the mirror to admire her handiwork. Her breasts were huge, standing far out from her chest and straining the buttons of the blouse. Wide gaps between each of the buttons allowed her to see her bare skin underneath, and the straining bra, cutting into the soft flesh. Her hands attempted to cup her chests, but they were far too big for her hands to handle. She could compare them to the size of overgrown honeydew melons. Thankfully, for some reason she had never figured out about her power, they were not as heavy as actual melons. There was weight in her breasts, but not enough that they were uncomfortable. Her hands trailed down her body, running along her still slim waist and towards her hips. They touched them earlier than expected, as they were now much wider, sticking out father than the width of her torso. Her hands rubbed her smooth hips before shifting back to press into her expanded bottom. Both her cheeks were huge, sticking far out, and she could feel her leggings straining to stretch and cover the expanded area. As she did a few poses for the mirror, she could feel how tight her clothing was around her now. That feeling or snugness, of fabric tight against her skin, of her body trying to push out while being held back, was one the things she adored about this little exercise of hers. She settled back onto the bed, and for a few moments she was content to just lay back and caress her body, her hands stroking and pressing her soft curves, creating a pleasant sensation within her. She knew this was merely a teaser though. After she got tired of touching, she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed, so that she was facing the mirror. She took a deep breath to ready herself, sitting upright and placing her hands to either side of her waist, taking sure to hold the bottom of the shirt against her lower half. She tingled with excitement as she stared at her reflection, focusing on her chest. A few more deep breaths, then she closed her eyes and began to concentrate. The warmth within her returned, and she opened her eyes just in time to see her breasts start to grow again. Slowly but steadily they grew larger, expanding like rising bread dough, the front sides inching farther away from her chest. Her shirt and bra grew tighter as they tried to contain the growing masses, and she began to breathe in short gasps as the tight, snug feel around her body became greater. Confined by the blouse, her breasts began to expand in every direction, filling as much free space within the garment as they could. She felt a slight twinge as her soft flesh squeezed out from beneath the underwire of the bra, and began to overflow the top of the cups. Glancing down, she could see the breasts bulge out of the space beneath the shirt's collar, revealing several inches of cleavage. She was tempted to reach around her swollen chest to gauge their size, she he was still holding tightly on the lower half of her shirt, making sure it didn't billow out as her chest grew. Not that it mattered much, as the blouse wouldn't hold much longer. She could see the shirt's higher buttons straining to the last, the gaps between them considerably larger. The threads attaching the buttons and the seams of the shirt itself were creaking, loud enough that anyone who happened to be nearby would have heard them from across the room. The blouse was on its last legs and yet still she focused, feeling her breasts swell larger and larger. The strain on her buttons was reaching critical mass when... POP! The button at the center of her bust line burst off, the pressure sending it flying across the room and into the wall at top speed. She watched the button's path as it bounced off the wall, then spotted another button flying behind it, as if to catch up. As the restraints began to weaken, her breasts surged forward, buttons flying off in rapid succession. The sound of threads popping one after the other reminded her of machine gun fire. In her head, she conjured up the funny mental image of her surrounded by a gang of thugs straight from a comic book, the buttons knocking out the foes as her breasts expanded with funny sound effects as they collapsed in a heap. She giggled at the thought. As fun as her power was, it wasn't exactly practical for crime fighting. She returned her attention to the blouse, which had just lost the last button in its bodice area. With nothing to hold them back, her breasts pushed the upper sides of the garment beside, finally standing out free, save for her tight bra. But she wasn't done with the blouse yet. The lower buttons were still unharmed, and she had plans to turn them into miniature artillery too. This would be easier, she just needed to change her focus. She leant backwards, using one arm to support herself, and the other to hold her expanded breasts down against her chest, so as not to block her view. This was a tricky task, considering that they were so large she could barely get her arms around them. She would gauge their size later, but first things first... Once she was satisfied, and she could see the remaining buttons clearly, she began to focus, this time willing another part of her to grow. The warmth returned, this time within her belly. Watching her reflection, she grinned as she saw the blouse billow out once again, this time by her belly. She could feel it expand, the soft flesh speading out and forwards as it was confined by the blouse. It rounded out into a full curve, drawing the fabric tighter, the buttons straining like their brethren before. A few more inches, the fabric squeezing her tighter, then... POP POP POP! The remaining buttons flew off and joined their friends on the floor. Her shirt was now wide, open, and she removed the ruined garment and dropped it to the floor. She stood up to admire herself, impressed by the figure she had become. Starting from the bottom, her slim calves led up to thick smooth thighs, flaring out into her wide hips. Turning slightly, she could see her fattened bottom sticking out proudly, the leggings hugging her curves for dear life. Her gaze moved up to her soft belly, the small potbelly swollen from its original size into a volleyball sized dome which curved gently away from her body. One could assume she was five months pregnant from its size. She rubbed around its circumference, feeling a small maternal twinge as she caressed her round belly. As large as her belly was, it was overshadowed by the breasts above it. Each one was now the size of a basketball, obscuring most of her torso as they rested on the apex of her belly. They stuck out about a foot from her chest, but they would have protruded more if it were not for her bra. Miraculously, the bra was still intact, but stretched and strained to the absolute limit. The underwire of the cups had silently snapped ages ago, leaving the material to be pulled flat against her breasts. Each cup now only covered her nipples, and indented her skin as they were pulled in all directions by the straps supporting them. The straps had stretched as much as they could, but they were now pulled taut as they tried to restrain her chest. Smiling, she grabbed her phone and snapped a picture. This was definitely one for the collection. She gently placed her hands on her breasts and gingerly stroked them, making careful movements so as not to place too much pressure on the bra. She caressed the sides, tops and bottoms of her massive orbs, every so often grabbing a handful of soft flesh and giving it a gentle squeeze. And there was so much to squeeze. It was like holding a pillow to your chest, except you could feel the sensation of your hands pressing into your body. Everywhere felt so tight. The bra straps pressing into her flesh, the leggings hugging her massive thighs. With every breath she could feel her chest push against the restrains and release, before pushing back again. The sensation of being compressed, her body urging to burst free and expand again... She didn't know why she liked this feeling so much. But it excited her like nothing else could. As she lay down on the bed, hands roaming all over her body to feel her new curves, she acknowledged that there was a lot about this power she didn't understand. How she did it was a complete mystery. She'd gone to a doctor and discreetly mentioned she had a problem with 'swelling' in her chest, (she was nervous about being discovered and being turned into some sort of science project.) but an examination had revealed nothing strange about her body. No weird DNA or chemical changes, no mystic aura.. she just concentrated, and she swelled up. For a while, she had imagined it was some sort of psychic power, using her will to change herself. But surely there was more to it than that. Sheer will couldn't just change a person's shape. There was something within her, some strange force beyond anything mankind could comprehend... But did it really matter how and why? As far as she knew, this power was only capable of giving her bigger curves. And as long as it only went as far as that, why worry about it so much? This was something private, something special only she could enjoy. She wrapped her arms around her breasts, barely managing to get around their full circumference, and squeezed them into her chest. A long sigh escaped her as the sensations of her pressed flesh washed over her. She glanced over and stared at the other side of her bed, empty and undisturbed. She gave another sigh, this one a little sadder. As much as she liked having this power to herself, sometimes she wondered what would happen if she shared this secret with someone else. Her friends, or perhaps a man she liked. What would they think? Would they be amazed or repulsed? Would someone admire her expanded body, and would want to touch her like she touched herself? Maybe go a little further... Her cheeks heated up at that thought. She'd been thinking more along those lines lately. Maybe someday she would work up the courage to share her power with someone. Smiling wistfully, she sat up and thrust her chest out, feeling the bra straps tighten as she moved. There was still some hold in the stretched garment. Reaching over carefully, she grabbed her wristwatch from the side table. Setting the digital timer to its stopwatch mode, she held it before her, ready to start sthe clock. She closed her eyes and began to concentrate. Almost instantly this time, she felt her breasts swell again. They slowly grew larger, the bra creaking ominously as it tried to hold them in. She smiled to herself as she opened her eyes and watched the stopwatch clock up the growth of her chest. One day she would share this power. But she had all the time in the world to do so. Until then, this was just hers to play with. And right now, it was time see how fast she could bust this bra of her chest. She grinned in determination. Maybe she could beat her personal best today.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation Text: "Mommy, buy me a balloon!" said the little girl as she tugged on her mothers dress. "oh.... ok" said the mom as she pulled out her money from her purse. it was the 1st day of the carnival, and Milly wanted to go with her mother. Her mother handed the money to the balloon Vendor, he counted the money and said "here you go, 3 balloons for your little girl". Milly's mother took the balloons and tied one to each of her daughter's arms, but she had one left. "Well, you want to carry this one, Milly?" said her mother. Milly nodded and took the balloon's string. Milly was about 5 years old at this time, with soft black hair and a cute little face with blue eyes. she tried to stuff the balloon into her shirt, but her mother stopped her. "stop that, sweetie. come on, lets go see the animal show." as they walked to the show, Milly looked at her balloons and thought that one day she would be a balloonist, flying high in a hot air balloon... or maybe her best dream yet, her being the balloon itself... The years went by, and it was Milly's birthday, she was turning 11. she was so happy! she danced around, hoping to get alot of presents and cake. she was already going through puberty, she was growing breasts, and her butt was becoming a bit more of a woman like butt. she ran out into the living room to see that the room was decked out in ribbons and stuff, but then she looked on the ground and found a large amount of balloons lying on the floor. she ran and jumped into the balloons, they flew into the air, they were a bit larger than your average party balloon. she stuffed one into her night gown and rubbed it like it was a belly. Her mom walked into the living room, Milly hid her balloon like stomach by turning her back to her mom. "Happy birthday sweetie". said her mom. "thanks mom!" said Milly in a bit of excitement. "i will get your father and we will get ready for your friends to come over" replied the mom as she walked out of the room with her coffee mug... When Milly was 14, her mom had decided that Milly needed to work out. she bought alot of equipment, such as weights, medicine balls and the thing that Milly truly loved, the great big exercise ball. Milly always kept it in her room and would sleep with it in her bed, sometimes going underneath the ball to make it look like her stomach. she liked working out alot, seeing as that she got to spend time with the big ball and all. Milly was now 16 and she finally got a car and a pair of glasses, she also got a job at the local Party store. she would always bring home a bunch of balloons and beach balls, she would blow them all up and scatter them all around her room. she would then say "I am the queen of all balloons!" she would hug and pop all the balloons she had. she would go onto sites about balloons and search, she found one site that wanted pics of girls posing with balloons. she squealed and emailed the people saying she loved the pictures she saw... She was so happy about the site she found that when she turned 18, she would do poses with balloons for the actual site as a secondary job, her primary job was flying her personal hot air balloon, Milly's Giant. she flew her balloon all around the country side, she would give rides to some people who truly loved the adventure of ballooning. One day, she met a doctor who loved ballooning, she asked her is she could have her stomach expanded. the doctor replied simply "possibly, but it will be a difficult procedure. we would need to need to drug you, then open you up and insert a larger stomach--" she was cut off by Milly. "how big of a stomach?" the doctor tipped her glasses and said "about 20 times the size of your stomach now, it will be like a very large beach ball" Milly was dancing around, she was so happy! "Here, put this on" said the doctor as she handed Milly a surgery apron. Milly took it and stepped into the changing section, she took off her Balloon clothes for Millys Giant, which was a short skirt and a cute blue tanktop. she took off her top and her bra, her skirt and panties, and slipped into a hospital girdle. she stepped out and the doctor was pleased with Milly's look. "Great! we will have you in the operating room in no time, this is what we are going to do with you in a nut shell" said the Doctor as she handed a little brochure about the procedure. "you will be ready in about.....oh...give or take an hour". "ok, thank you!" said Milly as she sat down on the examining table. "hrm, whoa, they can do that?........that will be very helpful" said Milly as she read the little book about her soon to be operated to become inflatable herself... The door swung open and in walked the doctor in her own apron, her brown hair about shoulder blade length and green eyes. she tied up her hair and said "ready?" Milly stood up, took off her glasses and said "i think so" the doctor laughed and said "don't worry, we are professionals. you will be asleep during the operation and the worst that could happen as that we disagree on the place where the helium tank should go to make you balloon" Another doctor walked in with a wheel chair for her. Milly sat in it and waited. "take her to the surgery ward, make sure she is taken care of on the way." the doctor nodded and led her to the surgery ward... "Here we go, see you in about 2 hours." said the doctor as she put a gas mask over Milly's face. Milly blinked and noticed she was starting to fall asleep. she dozed to sleep and dreamt a wonderful dream. she was out in a field, dressed up like Violet from willy wonka. she noticed she was growing wide and blue, like a balloon. she didn't stop growing, she ballooned and ballooned, she had past violets size and was getting bigger and started to float off of the ground. still blowing up, she was the size of a small hot air balloon and still grew and grew, wondering when she would stop. then she stopped! she wasn't hovering, she was flying, he suit wasn't so soft now, it was stretched and shiny, like a real balloon, but much much bigger! "Milly.... Milly......are you ok Milly?" said a soft voice in her head. "huh? i don't understand, who is speaking?" Milly replied, hoping to get an answer, she was greeted with "Milly? are you awake?" Milly was becoming angered, she replied this time in a bit of a harsh tone "cant you see i am way too busy being a hot air balloon, i don't have time to talk to you! go away!"... "Ah good, she is a awake! how are you Milly?" said the Doctor. Milly was still drugged and said very weakly "i am...alright, how did the procedure go?" the Doctor smiled and said "it went perfectly, we even fixed your breasts and your butt for you, free of charge! not to mention, your stomach can hold alot more helium, air, or what ever now, we inserted a larger stomach onto you. your skin will stretch more and more with every passing day of inflation. and soon, you will resemble one of my favorite movie characters." Normally, if Milly heard this on a normal day, she would have been so happy that she would explode with out inflating. but she was too drugged to even realise she was a 18 year old girl. Milly tried to get up, but it was no use, she was too tired and needed some more sleep. "you will be able to eat in a few hours, then you will spend the rest of the week here while you recover." said the Doctor as she layed her hand on Milly's forehead... A week later, Milly walked out of the hospital with a bouquet of Roses and a few get well balloons, looking at the roses and balloons, she thought "Well i will get much bigger than those, but i wouldn't want to be pricked and pop, or maybe i would". she took a taxi home and called the Doctor to remind her about what she needed to do for the inflation process. "Milly, seeing as how this is your 1st week of recovery, you can walk and talk again, but you cant really inflate just yet. the Air pocket we attached to your lungs should work. but your stomach wound will reopen if you inflate at all for the next week, after that, you are smooth sailing."... Another week later. Milly got home as fast as she could to swallow as much air as she could. it had been 2 weeks since the operation and she wanted to test this balloon of a body out. she began to swallow gulps of air, like she was eating it, but she didnt feel anything. she watched her stomach in anticipation as her swallowing continued. then it happened, her big button down shirt was being pushed out. she swallowed harder and faster. she grew faster and faster, bigger and bigger. her shirt was starting to reach the limit of looseness, then it began to rise up, trying to hide her growing belly and breasts, like monsters that needed to be fed. "don't worry, my little monsters, you will be fed and become much bigger!" she said as she blew up more and more, she was becoming HUGE! bigger than any kind of party balloon. her now her breasts were the size of large party balloons, same as her butt. but her belly was the size of a large beach ball, slowly growing to the size of an exercise ball. then she stopped and breathed normally, she couldn't get any bigger. it hurt way too much. "Wow.....i am....Huge! i am glad only my....wait.. why is my...back and legs...and arms...they are all puffed up. Oh...oh my god! i am going to be like....a blue berry! my...my dream come....true." said Milly as she waddled to her couch and jumped back. she fell much slower than normal and landed very softly. she rubbed her blimp like body.it sounded like a balloon under a shirt. "hrm, maybe if i try hard enough, i can become a Blue berry by the end of the summer!" she then took in another deep breath and winced in pain as her bra snapped. "well that was stupid"... The end of the week came sooner than expected. she stayed a little bit inflated everyday so she could practice little by little. but since it was the end of the week, she decided to take some time off and fly to a small shack in the desert that she reserved. she didn't drive, instead she flew in Milly's Giant. she reached her little cabin and landed, blew the air out and walked in with her bags. she got ready for dinner and put on a small night gown. she ate a small meal, and went to her room to make herself the girl balloon that she dreamt of. she slowly began to inflate, bigger and bigger with each passing breath. her shirt rose and her grin grew larger. her body was swelling faster and faster with each passing moment. soon she looked like she was pregnant with twins, had the bust line and thigh size of party balloons, and her butt was beach ball sized. she fell a sleep like that that night, wondering what it would feel like in slumber balloonie land... During the night, her body had swelled larger, making her immobile to get out. when she woke up, she smiled so wide her mouth began to hurt. "there is no way in hell i am going to get out of bed now!" she didn't feel any ping of pain when she was inflated, she took in a huge deep breath and began to inflate more and more. then it hit her like a ton of bricks, the pain of over inflation. she cringed in pain as her body wobbled trying to contain the air with in. she tried to keep in the air as long as she could until the pain went away. "maybe i am bigger now, since i held in too much air" she grinned and rubbed her inflated body, her body was actually rounding out, her stomach and back were completely globular. she deflated and reinflated all day, continuously growing bigger and smaller... "'Balloon Pilot is on Vacation, be back in 3 months' what?! she is supposed to be back today!" said the doctor, who had the free pass of Milly's Balloon ride when ever she wanted. but it had been 3 months since Milly had taken her vacation. though the doctor didn't know it, Milly was back already, and her balloon was in her hanger. Milly snuck up behind the doctor and surprised her. "hey, when did you get back?" asked the doctor. Milly responded with happiness in her eyes "earlier this morning, and the whole time i was on vacation, i was training with my balloonable body!". the doctor laughed and said "i am glad you like it". Milly threw her arms around the young beautiful doctor, nearly knocking off the doctor's glasses, throwing a pen out of her coat pocket. "I can't thank you enough, Doctor.....wait, you never told me your name." said Milly as she let go of the doctor. the doctor hesitated and thought "its...Rina....Rina Blimp" Milly nodded, smiled and shook Rina's hand "nice to meet you, Ms Blimp. i guess that is why you like balloons so much". Rina smiled and said "uh, yeah....anyway, lets get in the air". "Sure! but first, i want to show you how big i can get!" and with that Milly inhaled and inhaled. Rina wanted to balloon herself, but she thought it would give away her secret identity. But Milly inhaled more and more she rounded out, her breasts were beginning to disappear in her growing body, as well as her butt, arms and legs, finally her her legs were replaces by her body, her legs couldn't touch the ground, but her butt could. "Done.....phew" said Milly as she panted normally, no longer taking in air. "Impressive!" said Rina. Milly then asked "well, for some reason, i cant get any bigger than this... do you think i could get more surgery to make myself bigger?" Rina thought and said "sure, but it is going to cost you your ability to breathe normally." Milly bounced and said "I don't care, as long as i get to be bigger!". Rina nodded and said "ok, but i want to go flying... we will operate in a week"....

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, balloon, deflation, floating, helium Text: Eva arrived home and found getting the goods from the car to the house difficult. Her hands were shaking. She'd enjoyed many adventures with balloons and inflatables: filling her hiking tent with balloons and spending the evening writhing amongst them; tying clouds of helium balloons to her shoes and walking around her block, naked but hidden in her swaying and wind teased clutch, enjoying the fight to bring each footfall to the earth against the lift; inflating beach balls in her blouse to feel the thrilling tightening and the button bursting pressure while imagining her breasts swelling. In short, Eva loved balloons, wanted to be a balloon, wanted to float away like a balloon. Her hands shook more with each armload of gear from the car because she suspected tonight's fun would exceed all past efforts and she would really feel what it was like to be a balloon, to inflate like a balloon and maybe, if she was feeling really daring, what it was to pop like a balloon. She would have to see about that last one. She wanted to know how it would feel in the final moments, skin growing tighter, pressure rising, weak points racing from just beginning to fail to catastrophic rapid tearing, but she also wanted to know what it was like to receive the attentions of her boyfriend while a balloon. It would be at least an hour before he arrived and she wasn't sure she could hold off 'til then. Something about her love of balloons short circuited the pleasure of anticipation and she was putting even money on her going too far too quickly. The unpacking over, she surveyed her purchases, arrayed on the back lawn. Compressor, hoses, valves, bucket of lubricant and huge weather balloon. The latex beast (she often thought of her inflated friends as living entities) still folded neatly into its box, five pounds of dusty pink rubber. Eva made a show of disrobing, providing a convincing amateur strip-tease for the benefit of her beautiful balloon. "You're gonna get all of this to play with soon," she cooed as her sweater, shirt and bra fell to the ground. "Just one thing I ask in return," as she swivelled around, bent over and pulled down her jeans. "Share a secret or two with me," as she faced her beloved balloon again, toying with the elastic of her panties. "Let me know," the panties were drawn down over one hip, the gusset still hiding her crotch. "How it feels," the panties were down and kicked away, sandals joining them in short order. The sun took a moment to caress Eva's naked curves and she smiled at it in thanks for the late spring warmth, allowing her to fulfill another facet of her fantasy, performing these rites outdoors. She hooked up the compressor and set the balloon inflating, enjoying the show as it freed itself of its box while she opened the tub of lube and began applying it to her skin. Every square inch of her received its share as the pink bubble rose from its cardboard home and the creases in its skin gradually unfolded. Slippery from head to toe, she reached for the soft, growing orb and lifted it to her, kicking the now ineptly small box clear of the playground. The huge bubble fell into her arms and folded itself over her breasts, sticking to the wet gel at all points of contact. Each second added to its girth and it seemed to wriggle against her, sliding over her skin as it neared its spherical maturity. Her hands, spread wide to hold it to her, tested its resilience, squeezing and caressing, holding it against her front more tightly while it squeezed back, cupping her breasts in its soft embrace and reaching for her mount of Venus. As pressure built and size increased her grip began to slip and she had to crouch forward over her toy to maintain the pleasant caress it now offered her entire front. She measured her length as a dimple in the yielding surface. Kicking gently forward, her feet left the ground, legs spread wide and her weight rotated over her hips, the balloon rolling over the earth beneath her, leaving her suspended facing the sky, balloon clad from ankles, over thighs, buttocks and back, all the way to her pony tail. The rolling and writhing had elevated her mood and she stared at the slowly passing clouds, feeling the growing sphere pushing her up toward them and likely to take her among them, even if it were only in her imagination. It was time. She lifted her feet from the ground and allowed her weight to roll her forward, the balloon depositing her butt first on the grass. She pulled the valve out of the balloon's neck before plunging her arms through the aperture. Once inside, the arms spread wide, using the leverage to pull the mouth over her head and shoulders. Hands met the rubber horizon just below her armpits and began to push. The yielding material didn't make it easy but the pleasure of feeling the balloon swallow her breasts, her belly and start over her buttocks gave her encouragement. She felt a gust of air escape between her cheeks as she worked the latex over the final speed humps. Once past them she could bring each leg into the balloon in turn, gather the neck together in her fist and survey her handiwork. The walls of her balloon womb showed the world outside in pink monochrome. The squeaking was more intimate inside, but the best part was the smell. Rich latex scent filled her nostrils with each breath and she breathed deep, imaging the scent was her own and that it would grow stronger as she grew. Her fist unclenched and the world inside the balloon began to grow darker, the walls closed in. The gush of air felt like the departure of a close friend, but Eva knew the feeling would be short lived. They would be back soon. The walls grew closer. Eva positioned her head carefully below the neck and shivered in anticipation of the latex hug she was about to experience. Hands reached up and guided the descending neck safely over her head. The seal at her neck was sound and the hands had to be employed to allow more air out so she could experience the complete encasement sensation. It was wonderful and she spent a minute enjoying feeling folds of loose latex sliding over her curves, imagining this limp, slippery feeling was what a balloon felt before it knew anything of pressure and stretching. "I'm a big balloon and I want to know what it's like to inflate," she intoned with near religious solemnity. An arm was slid clear of the neck to retrieve the hose and valve. "I wanna blow up big, and round," the gas was allowed to start its work. "And I want to get so big I start to float." The latex began to lift from her wet skin, sending electric rainbows shooting through Eva's brain as her mind's eye she saw herself from the outside, the limp balloon woman slowly taking up her slack skin in preparation for the slow, steady, unstoppable stretching. "I wanna drift off, higher and higher, lost and uncontrolled." Slick hands grasped for folds of the still slack skin, holding it to her own flesh, making canyon deep cleavages in the forming bubble. They began to unfold as the balloon grew and her slippery hands lost their tenuous hold, but her eyes delighted in the sudden unfurling of her balloon form, like a time lapse flower bloom. Nostrils flared to take in the aroma (was it salty, was it sour?) and she noticed the ebb and flow of her lungs still affecting the overall volume and she enjoyed this extra visual cue that the balloon was her, she was the balloon. Rubbing the insides of her cocoon with the gentlest, most loving caresses, legs akimbo to measure her diameter, Eva gazed upward and willed the final episode to stat. She needed to float, to drift to the end of the hose and bob there, gaining size and lift until the valve slipped free and she was aloft. To gain height, enjoy the unfamiliar view of familiar streets and homes, bask in the sunlight playing on her distended skin and the stares of friends and neighbours, admiring her perfect blimped form (she felt the balloon begin to reach up, her neck forming a dimple in its near spherical skin). Rising higher and being part of the air currents, feeling no breezes but knowing their playful part in her course (bulges of latex flesh began to press into her neck, reaching for her chin). Registering the falling pressure, popping her ears and distending her already gloriously bloated body (her chin and cheeks felt the insistent climb of her inflating form as her head became an increasingly deep dimple in her balloon body). Rising, rising, higher and higher, bigger and bigger until she... The balloon skin shook violently, magnifying the vibrations of its occupant. Pressure, lubricant and weak knees saw Eva's head disappear into its dimple, the balloon neck shot upward, the hose fell away and air whooshed free. Still shaking, Eva reached for the neck, having to wait a moment before the balloon shrank enough for her to get purchase. She gripped the rim and pulled it down, each sense and each action contributing to her continued vibration, preventing her mind and body from coming down from their plateau. Her head emerged into the sunshine once more and she breathed deep, slowly reviving from her dream, from her release. So close to the pop. So far gone in her mind. Could she actually reach the pop in a balloon this big? Would physics and physiology keep her sliding back from the brink? Certainly she would have to train hard to prevent the excitement from moving the goalposts. Perhaps Anton would arrive to help her. Her breaths became shallow, eyes closed, she allowed her knees to fold to the earth, dimpling the balloon around her head once more, taking enough weight to hold her upright. Her head lolled and one cheek rested on her bulging pink collar. "So, that's what it's like to be a balloon," she whispered, followed by "Physics: what a pain in the arse. Why can't I float away?" There was a faint hissing, ringing throughout the balloon, insistent in the ear resting against the latex. One eye flickered open and made a lazy survey of the nearby bubble skin before the focus turned to what could be seen through the balloon skin. What could be seen caused considerable surprise and both eyes were quickly assigned to the task, the knees got themselves sorted on the third go and got her stood up and the hands were brought up to see if they could confirm the unbelievable reports from the optic nerves. The hands stopped just short of contact with the breasts, not daring to break the spell, to waft through the illusion and find themselves resting on the standard, pleasing but disappointingly non-inflatable flesh. The hands, failing in their active duty, soon found they could report in the affirmative anyway, as the breasts in question most definitely were inflating and had swollen out to meet them in their holding pattern. Eva pressed inward and the balloon breasts slid away in a comic ballet of well lubed flesh. Release, regroup, retry, came the order. The hands allowed the breasts to settle back to their relaxed position, found the antipodes and gently moved inward. The image of her greasy breasts being pressed to form porn star cleavage and then swelling further around her hands brought back the weak knees. She eased the pressure of her hands and allowed them to caress her areolae and nipples, following the mystery growth as these toys were drawn away from her chest and her arms began to bow around the increasing girth. A hand fell below their magnificent circumference and encountered her belly, smoothly curved below, hidden by the growing boobs. Curiosity spurred the hand to move on and it found evidence to support the swelling buttocks hypothesis. Eva's head swiveled to gaze over her shoulder and the hypothesis became a theory as she witnessed the gorgeous engorgement of her posterior. How, why and was it reversible were disregarded as annoying and possibly dangerously interruptive questions and she delightedly enjoyed the sensations of both inflating and exploring her inflating body with her hands. Giant womanly curves were caressed by gradually bloating arms. Thighs and calves were scissored back and forth over each others' voluptuous excess. The tiny hissing, as though every pore of her were drinking deep of the gas between her and the weather balloon. The sticky, squelching squeaks of balloon on lubed balloon. The latex scent, now hers. Dizzy with inflating lust, Eva watched as her breasts, foremost in the race to swallow the available volume, reached out to touch the outer skin. Nipples bridged the gap, evoking a gasp and inciting a gentle bouncing, sliding their hard, dark points across the skin with a thrilling, vibrating squeak. They were pressed more firmly into the latex as the curve behind them began to meet the curve of the balloon wall and the bouncing increased in vigour. Belly flesh, buttock flesh, thighs and finally, bloated, near useless arms were all gradually brought into contact with their share of the original form. The hiss rose to an indignant pitch, each swelling surface gasping for the last of the available gas. The outer balloon stretched into crevices and over limbs as the greedy inner balloon woman vacuum sealed herself into the second skin. Eva surveyed herself. Joyously distended. Voluptuously inflated. Pink, rubbery perfection greeted her eyes in all directions. "I'm the perfect balloon!" she burbled semi coherently. "What could be better?" The question sparked the idea. She knew what could be better and began trying to waddle herself toward the discarded hose. However, the idea could be topped and her knew balloon body would save her from herself. Air began to flow out through Eva's mouth. Horrified to find herself receding from the opportunity to pop, she shut her mouth, tried to stem the leak, but it was as futile as trying to halt the tide, to slow the seasons, and the gas first bulged her cheeks, then leaked down her nose, the threw open her mouth and left her body in a minor hurricane. Every square inch of lost surface area increased Eva's ability to shuffle closer to the hose and valve. She fell toward it and gripped it in newly nimble fingers, trying to jam it into her mouth and regain lost ground. The air slipped around it and she shrank. Furious, she pulled the hose free and quickly found a home for it, somewhere more snug fitting, and again, tried to keep her curves, her glorious sheen, her proximity to the pop. No deal, the gas seemed to whisper as it left her mouth ever faster. Arms, back to their original size, grasped desperately at the still distended breasts only to be rewarded by the distressing sensation of loss. The shrinking balloons fell away behind fingers urging the reverse, trying to massage enthusiasm for growth back into the deflating orbs. Almost back to normal, Eva threw aside the hose and jammed a hand over her mouth, stood and ran to the back door, entering the house frantic to find something to bung herself closed, to save her final vestiges of ballooned magnificence. Her breasts resumed their familiar size and shape, then fell away beneath the newly saggy arm crossed protectively over them. Knees began to flex too far, hips could no longer support her torso. Eva fell gently sideways onto the couch and felt the final, humiliating defeat as the last of her strength left her with the final puff. Her pink rubber form lay in what, in other circumstances, might be called a langorous pose. Odd bubbles remained in the wrinkling, retracting skin, a finger here, part of a calf there. She'd been robbed of her prize and couldn't fathom why. So much of her fantasy had come true. Why did it have to stop short of the pop. If this was a dream, it had been very good to her but she wished she could wake herself to relive the best parts and enjoy having the strength to help her body enjoy the replay. She did not wake up. She lay there listening to the clock ticking. The gentle ticking was drowned by the sound of a key entering a lock and Anton arrived in all his bustling, noisy, sexy clumsiness. Eyes, ears and nose drank in his presence but the mouth couldn't appraise him of her distress, call for his aid, ask him to... "Eva?" he called. "Eva? Oh, ha ha. Airva!" His eyes locked on hers but she couldn't communicate a thing. "This one must have cost a mint. Looks perfect," he muttered. One word ran through Eva's mind: Helium. Over and over she tried to shape the word on her useless lips, tried to fire it at him through the ether. "Looks like Eva's finally turned herself into a balloon," Anton intoned as though reading from a script. This was pretty close to what he was doing. Having shared secrets with each other, he knew what his girl liked. The stories she'd written and the images she'd shown him on the net had informed his role play in the past and he was hoping to give her a good show. "She looks a bit flat. I'd better find something filling for her. Gee, I really hope no-one's hiding in the cupboard, or filming me right now, because I'd look really stupid playing with a blow up doll." The mention of being filled gave her some relief, but Eva desperately wanted to let him know that she wasn't hiding, living her dream vicariously through some cheap toy and a game. This was her, she was living her dream. She hoped he could remember that the ceiling, while fun, wasn't her ultimate goal. "You know, you've always wanted to blow up with enough helium to float to the ceiling. Let's see if we can't make that dream come true," he intoned from the miasma of inflation dialogue he'd been indoctrinated with. The living room helium cylinder was maneuvered from behind the couch and the hose was inserted in her mouth. "Gonna' blow you up big and tight, Eva." He turned on the gas and she began the journey back to her former glory. Gonna' make your balloon tits so big you float right off the floor. Gonna' blow your butt so blimped you'll have trouble getting out through..." Anton paused and thought for a moment as his hands worked on his belt and fly, as Eva surpassed her normal size, the expansion starting in her breasts once more. "Gonna give you a balloon belly to fly you to the moon, float you up 'til you pop" his voice faltered while his boots were kicked aside. He was trying to remember something. The penny dropped. The gas was stopped. The hose was removed and Eva was allowed to float to the ceiling, enjoying the way the new perspective constantly reminded her that the sensation of her body pressing against the plaster surface was the opposite of gravity at work. She smiled down at her man as he manhandled the helium cylinder across the room and out the door to where the open sky beckoned in the yellowing evening sun.

Tags: Butt Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, chemical, floating, lab, revenge, science Text: Janus Goodyear has been betrayed by his former lover. He gets revenge in the best way he knows how. Janus Goodyear, at least according to the name tag that adorned his ever so precisely pressed and meticulously creased two shades off of cream lab coat, sat idly at his desk buried deep at the back of one of the larger labs in the sprawling Medtech complex. Other areas of the room contained the conspicuous clutter so indicative of the chemist at work; pipettes, bunsen burners, beakers, vials, reactants, and unguents all about in controlled confusion on the black acid resistant countertops, among the deep well sinks, and tucked in the negative pressure hoods for handling dangerous chemicals. But this halted in a broad circle some distance from Goodyear's desk, transforming into orderly rows of beakers, carefully polished pipettes individually wrapped and standing at attention, like a professionally deployed combat regiment ready to spring forth into effort. Chemicals were not only ordered and arranged in amount and alphabetically, they also ran in correct and proper bottle size across the shelves. This all led into the precisely positioned desk, its surface clean, with only a phone and notepad to mar it. A dry erase board beyond contained scribblings of various alchemical means, racked across the white layer with a cool handwriting. Behind that a wall contained the only personal adornment, several plaques and frames bearing the names of numerous degrees and awards, all focusing on one Janus Goodyear. Janus swept a lock of his dark hair back from where it had flipped down in front of his glasses. It was late, and no one else was about, but that was hardly unusual for the young workaholic. At the age of twenty five, armed with two PhD's and several accumulated BA's, Janus spent an inordinate amount of time working, driving himself with a will that fellow employees could only stand aside from and marvel. His chosen field of chemical dynamics had already reaped him two patents that gave reasonable royalties, with the promise of more to come from his fertile mind. The fact that he was sitting here, tonight, doing nothing, spoke of things unusual. Pulling back one sleeve, he checked the time on a simply designed Rolex, then examined himself in the burnished side of a cabinet. A youthful countenance peered back, lanky black hair wandering unattended over reasonable features, if it were not for their gauntness. A thinner frame supported the formally worn lab coat, shoulders larger than they were due to the starched shoulders of the clothing. Eating a more balanced diet of nutrients might result in a reduction of his obvious weight loss, he mused. After all, at this point in his career it was vital to make correct first impressions. For a moment more he stared, then turned away, vaguely disturbed, although he would not admit it even to himself, by some undefinable desire buried in that face, deep enough to be considered a hunger. For what, he knew not. The distant crash of a door shouldered aside rang through the quiet lab, and he smiled slightly. Finally. Rechecking his watch he estimated his previous predictions were over one half hour off. No matter, they were nothing more than the prediction of reactions by a personality that he soon would not have to be concerned with. A clicking on the marbled tile drew closer, rhythmic cadence of someone in a definite hurry. He knew the footfall well. She would be coming around the corner right about... "Goodyear, I want to talk to you!" a sultry voice javelined straight to him. Something you would expect on a movie, those professionally modulated words carried an iron ring of authority. Even so, an undeniable feminine quality underlay it in all dimensions, giving an oddly compelling quality. The owner shortly followed her remark. The snap click of heels halted behind Janus, replaced by a soft snicking. Toe tapping, he assumed. Waiting several heartbeats for just that right amount of rebellion without seeming disgruntled, he turned. "Denise, how nice to see you! What a surprise to see you here this late. Burning some of that midnight oil?" he asked jocularly, knowing that a casual demeanor would irritate her even more than she already was. And the first part of his statement was quite true, since he had been glad to see her since the very first time she had taken his hand during his interview. Every workday, every date, every moment together he had been glad. Even now, after his examination of recent records and the knowledge on just how much money and prestige she had stolen from him, from his work, he was still glad to see her. The money he might not have minded, even forgiven as just payment for her to be with such a socially inept and inverted person as himself, but publishing a paper containing his own work was irredeemable. And it hurt, more -much more- than he cared to admit. An abrasive personality with a matching genius had resulted in his complete and utter lack of ability to get along with almost anyone, much less any woman who might be interested in him. And then, finally, when he had consigned himself to being alone for good with only his career, along came Denise. Denise Flanagan stood well over his five foot eight height, even if he were standing up. Approaching six feet, she did not have the build of other women that size, but showed slim curvature that would have done any five four lady proud. Honed by careful exercise and a diet orchestrated by two chefs, her body was another weapon, along with her amazing voice, in furthering her career. A face best expressed as wonderfully kissable in its less irate moments glared down at him from that lofty height, iron blue eyes flashing under long lashes and above sculpted cheekbones. She would be beautiful without makeup, but with it applied she attained a perfection few could match, bright lips perfectly matching the made up cheeks, eye shadow applied for almost a sensual look, but not quite. The only flaw, if it could be called such, was perhaps a slightly too aggressive jaw line. Precisely coifed hair of the deepest red hue, not a strand out of place, fell in a straight line to form bangs then reaching down to rest on her shoulders. A light sports coat, shoulders padded just enough to give her already athletic frame that little extra touch, held sway over a robin's egg blue silk blouse. A leather knee length skirt was her only concession to the wild side, draping down her rounded legs to two inch high heeled leather pumps that added to her already intimidating height. "Don't give me that, Goodyear." She seemed quite agitated; somewhat unusual from her usual icy professionalism. "What are you up to?" Janus blinked, hoping he was not going too far on the innocent act. An irrational bit of rage squirmed to get out, was quickly squelched. How dare she hide from him what she had done! How dare she take what he had done. How dare she just use him and cast him aside. Was no woman he met willing to just be a friend? But justice was almost unknown in the research and publishing world, with accolades going to those who presented first, thus this moment that was upon them. "Whatever do you mean? I have removed all of my clothing from your apartment, and have made sure the keys were returned. Our breakup is proceeding without a hitch, I had assumed." For a brief moment he recalled the glorious moments of their relationship, his first contact with a counterpart as driven as he. Unfortunate that her drive had required her to sacrifice their togetherness. A moment of her gripping him tightly on her enormous double bed, shortly after their second date, flashed across his mind, followed by the mind numbing anger he had fallen into when he read through the draft presented at last June's conference only to realize where she had taken her information from, claiming it as her own. "That's not what I meant," she snarled, extending one manicured hand, palm up. The crumbled remains of a lumpy powder rested there for a moment before she flicked it onto his desk. "I just ate my salad, brought in this morning fresh by my assistant. It tasted somewhat unusual, so I examined it rather closely. Imagine my surprise when I found this along the base of the plate. Since Anthony's not a very bright boy, I cast about and realized there was only one other person who visited my office all day today. You wouldn't be trying some childish prank like spiking my food with your favorite regurgitant, would you?" A slightly superior smile flickered across her face as she raised her nose somewhat. How had he ever been fooled into loving her? "Ate all of your salad, did you?" "Most of it. Now what is this?" "What, haven't riffled my files of late to check what I might be working on?" he shot back. "Seems as though you've been through a lot of my belongings of late, including the ones that I had not brought over to your apartment." The bitterness he could not hold back tinged his voice. "Items like my royalties, contracts and patents, and we probably should not forget the manahydrase research now, should we." For a moment their eyes locked, his aflame with an uncontrollable temper that occasionally overwhelmed him, hers calculating. After a moment or two she sighed, then shrugged her broad shoulders. "You would have found out sooner or later I suppose. That's what made it so challenging." An almost predatory smile flashed across her face for a second. "That's all this, all I..., was to you? A challenge? Some sort of game?" That squirming rage began to boil, arching for his brain. Any regrets for what he was planning slipped aside, dropping like the antidote hidden in the back bottom drawer of his desk had when he tossed it in there. "No, not completely a game," she answered slowly. "We had our moments, it's true. But in the end the only thing that matters is getting further ahead. You were the best way to do that. Within a few months I should be able to step from just lab executive to the accounting board, perhaps even the president's office. And shortly after that, I may very well own this place." Looking at him levelly, she continued. "If you play it well, I'll take you along, even go so far as to make sure you always have a position here." "Just a tool..." he fumed under his breath, apparently just loud enough for her to hear in the quiet. "In the end? Yes. I'd say I'm sorry if I hurt you, but we both know each other too well for that. I have goals, you have yours. If you learn to use mine like I have yours, perhaps you'll get something out of this. But you will be quiet. I have too much riding on this. Don't think I won't have you taken care of, even permanently if necessary." Janus looked up at her amazonian form, picturing the slight disdain he saw in her look. He was used up for her; time to look for another useful victim. In a strange sort of way, what he was about to do would benefit some other man, keep him from being abused as he had been. "Now, what about this powder," she pressed insistently. "Aren't you worried I might desire some form of revenge?" "There's nothing you can do legally," she replied promptly. "And I know you quite well personally. You might grow quite irrational when aroused, but as for personal attacks, I think I'm quite safe." She drew herself up, towering over him. "Oh, that's true," he nodded, recalling how easily she controlled their adventures between sheets. "Too bad you're not quite accurate however." "How do you mean?" A slight wrinkle of concentration marred her perfect brow for a moment. "I mean about how irrational I get. Counseling never quite cured up the problem I have when I'm pushed. If you'd checked a bit more thoroughly into my background you'd have realized just what I think of words like "revenge' and "vindictive'. All my sessions ever taught me when I was little was how to hide what I was feeling, not to overcome it." "Well then," she murmured, "I suppose I should be thankful you're not the violent sort." "No, no I'm not," he agreed. "I am, however, rather amoral. Amoral enough to have placed an extremely untested compound with extremely interesting properties on living and non living organic matter in your food." She blanched, dropping the dust from her hand. If there was one thing she knew from her relationship with him, it was that he did not bluff or exaggerate. He continued on relentlessly, "I came across it quite recently as a matter of fact. Something derived from that long chain polymer that they came back with after visiting the moon. Unusual properties, they said, then stashed it in a vault for the next few decades. Well, I discovered a few unusual things after I'd pulled some strings to get it out." "You, you didn't... This is criminal! You have no idea what that substance could do to me! You're in a great deal of trouble, mister!" She glowered at him. "I think I might have to call security right now on this." "Don't bother," he shrugged. "It's completely harmless and totally benign." Her slight relaxation of relief was his cue. "Unless exposed to a particular radiation wavelength like this one." Bringing out a small lead box from beneath his desk, he flipped back the lid, revealing a rather nondescript stone of indeterminate origin. She gasped, backpedaling slightly, then slowed with a rather bemused expression on her face. "Nice try, but it doesn't wash. If you'd been slightly more scientific about the whole thing, I might just have believed you." "Denise, what I fed you is something that's going to revolutionize the field of chemistry as we know it and probably, at the very least, win me the Nobel Prize. It, and I, are light years beyond anything you've ever heard of. Too bad you most likely won't be around to see that." The silent tableau between the two of them was interrupted suddenly by a loud growling rumble centered on Denise's abdomen. Looking down, she rested her hands on the flat expanse above her pelvis. "No way. It can't be real," she whispered. "Oh, it is," Janus continued, a strange light kindling in his eyes. "You could say I've discovered the long sought after philosopher's stone. It's always been there, we just didn't know where to look." A low sibilant gurgle was heard, rising into a soft hiss. Denise's hands flew behind her to her backside, a quizzical moue pursing her lips into that adorable expression of surprise that Janus, at one time, had adored so much. He craned his neck to see what she was doing. Her posterior was swelling. Denise's expression of startlement continued as her hands groped about, leather creaking under her indelicate administrations. Janus could see the wrinkles growing smoother, the layering spreading under the internal pressure from her widening half globes. After a moment of this the susurration ceased and her probing fingers discovered no further growth, only what had happened. The increase was not great, merely expanding her to the point where it was the most prominent attribute of her bodily features, curving out from her back. "What have you done to me," she whispered, staring at him with a look he had never seen on her before, compounded of equal parts of shock and disbelief. "Truthfully? I don't know." As she took another step backwards, he rose from his chair to sit on the edge of the desk. "Reducing proximity to the source of the radiation will do no good. The first dose, according to my calculations, is all that's needed." Shoulders straightening, Denise strode forward, grasping him painfully by one arm. As always, a vague flicker of startlement at her strength went through him. "All right, you've had your fun. I don't know what sort of insanity or hallucinatory drugs you've slipped me, but this stops here. I want the antidote, or the knowledge of whatever you've given me, right now. Give me that and perhaps you won't end up in jail!" Wincing at her grip, Janus made a noncommittal face. "All right, I have it right here in my drawer. If the only effect caused is an addition to your already ample posterior, then it's my safest maneuver." He looked down at her hand on his arm. "If you would?" Letting go, she took a step back, surreptitiously stealing a hand back to pat her new asset. He turned, evidencing dejected defeat, inwardly trembling with excitement. It had worked, was continuing to work. The possibilities were, quite literally, near infinite. Rummaging through the drawers, he came up with a small atomizer, tiny bulb containing a golden liquid. The real antidote tumbled deeper into the interior as he shoved the door shut. "Here, spray this on yourself." Noticing her suspiciousness, he said "Here, it's perfectly harmless." Puffing a bit carefully on his treated lab coat, he held it up and sniffed deeply. "Would I do that if it were dangerous?" "No. No, I suppose not." Gingerly she accepted the bottle. "Just on my clothing or what?" "All over." He mimed spraying around himself. "Get it on what you wear and your head and all." He watched as she spritzed a glittering cloud of vapor everywhere, the substance drifting down and settling on her and the surrounding tile. "There," she set the atomizer down on a nearby countertop decisively. "Now, we're going to keep this quiet between the two of us. Nice to see you showing a little spine for once, even you did give in so easily." Her smile of superiority was even more offensive this time. "Interesting enough to almost make me want to keep you around. Unfortunately I don't quite trust you anymore, so I'm afraid you're going to have to be fired." "Whoever said I gave in?" he smiled slowly, a complete lack of mirth in that expression. The strange light was back in his eyes again. "All part of the plan, my dear. All part of the plan." Eyes narrowing dangerously, Denise moved towards him. Or, at least, she tried to. The motion of her leg was halted by the complete dedication on the part of her shoe to come with. Jerking to a halt, she stared down, only now noticing the unusual gleam on the floor where she was standing. Twisting in place, she looked down to see that the brushed leather of her shoes had taken on the same odd gleam, a change that was now proceeding up her nylons, moving towards the hem of her skirt. A quick look showed no difference in her jacket, but the blouse underneath had splotches spreading as well. Janus blinked in surprise as her hair even seemed to undergo the most dramatic shift, thickening slightly and springing upward, gaining body until she looked as though she had on one of the punk style wigs so popular in eighties bands. An unexpected side effect, but amusing. "What did you do!" she shouted, twisting in place as she tried to free her feet. Outside of some snaps and pings there was no evidence her shoes were willing to give up quite yet. It was also apparent they had a rather good grip on her feet, considering she could not tug her toes free, although she was putting some effort into that. "Another little application; one that I wasn't sure would work," he commented delightedly. "That spray you just shot all over yourself, apart from welding you to the floor for a moment, also transformed the majority of your organic clothing into the same long chain polymer I mentioned earlier. It seems to have affected your hair and your skin a bit as well." His countenance suddenly turned deadly serious. "Never fear, the rest of you will feel the same effect." "What are you talking about..." Denise suddenly stopped her efforts, hands flying to her stomach as another rumbling gurgle echoed, rising into the sizzling hiss of earlier. This time it was her hips, creaking outward against the leather. A few seconds later the sound grew incrementally stronger, and her thighs began a definite expansion, the effect creeping down her legs until it reached her calves. "This is impossible!" Denise got out, before letting out a sudden shriek. The cause of this was her calves, both puffing up with a snap to several inches greater circumference than they had been. Formerly slender runners legs were developing into what seemed to be bemuscled voluptuan's limbs. As her pelvis gave a tentative twitch forward she reached down and pressed hard against her hips. "Stop it, just stop it! What am I filling with?" Janus blinked at the unfamiliar shrillness in her voice. "Oh, some sort of gas, I do believe. From what I expect, you're transforming in ways that I can't explain. Don't worry, in future I will do less drastic transformations and study them in detail. I just thought for you, I should pull out all the stops. After all, you have such an interest in my research. Actually my jacket's treated with a blocker, so it wasn't affected like you're being." Denise was not really listening, her pushing having forced her body to respond in a new way. Pressure against her now snug skirt had caused her globing buttocks to sink inward somewhat. A slight smile of concentration spreading on her face, she squeezed harder, trying to cover as much as she could with her hands. Suddenly she hiccuped, a strange expression on her face. Her behind shrunk, and with an oddly indrawn whoosh her chest bulged outward, jacket creaking as the front was forced open slightly. Janus kept an eye on the view as his ex-lover's form swelled. The panic in her eyes more than repaid his past suffering as he watched her expand. An odd twist of the increase focused on her muscle structure for a moment, and sleeves swelled as her shirt started to pull taught at the expanding wedge of her shoulders. Now it appeared there were twin volleyballs adorning her chest, and she clutched at these desperately, unbelievingly, as her form started to resemble some obscenely overinflated caricature of a woman, hair shaking and wobbling with every movement. "What have you done?" she squeaked, voice having raised a few octaves. "My voice? What's happening to me?" A soft moan followed along with a loud ping from her now perfectly smooth skirt, which was struggling to contain the flesh trying to well out underneath. "As I said, I don't know. Let's see, shall we?" Janus perched jauntily on his desk. "Best field experiment I've ever conducted." Oddly enough, he found himself being strangely aroused by this forced expansion. Her amazonian physique had always intrigued him, and the swollen immensity of her stretched flesh appealed to him in a way he could not explain. Perhaps it was time to spread his education into the field of psychology and see what exactly was wrong with him. At the moment however, that was a mere side note. "Oh god, oh god..." Denise managed as she discovered her hands no longer quite met in the middle of her chest. Massive spheres hid within her shirt, steadily pushing their way out of her straining jacket. The both of them jumped as there was a sudden bang, Denise's hair shuddering. Janus leaned over to examine with some interest the button that had burst from her jacket. "Things starting to get a bit stiff in there?" he asked innocently as her arms started to raise to her sides. Soft pops and creaks were followed by some sharp ripping burrs as seams on the jacket blew out one by one, exposing her increasing torso with only the layered blue blouse to cover it. The leather below held far better, forcing her upper form to expand without cease while her lower legs bulged massively below. Turning pleading eyes to him she cried, "Help me! What do you want? I'll give anything, anything at all!" Her eyes glistened with moistness as she struggled to bring her sausage like arms forward. A single button popped with a zing off the front of her blouse, exposing gaping cleavage below better than the surrounding gaps through the still holding buttons. Janus noted with clinical curiosity that she was not wearing a bra again. A further note was that her nipples had either receded or been stretched too flat to be visible. Janus had leaned forward, staring at Denise with a single minded intensity that would have been nerve racking if what were happening to her had not been going on. Barely able to see her pale face over the swelling rise of her bloated breasts and bulging shoulders, he spoke in a monotone voice. "Revenge." Further buttons gave one by one, each pop followed by a gasp and a shudder from Denise. Apparently she was in the grip of some sensation from the expansion that Janus could not identify. If he tried this again it would have to be with a more coherent subject, he thought, scientific interest overcoming the lucridity of that concept. Finally her chest leapt free, twin spheres the size of large beachballs bouncing for a moment. The odd thing was, they were in proportion to her great shoulders pressing up against her neck and her giant arms, puffed like tube balloons. Her tiny waist, each abdominal muscle clearly visible by their size, only emphasized the upper and lower hourglass shape. "The pressure... Oh the pressure..." She whispered, eyes squinched up. A long drawn out creak and moan from the skirt signaled the beginning of the end. A low whimper was the only sign from Denise, the whistling hiss underscoring everything. The whipcrack of her bottom ripping its way to freedom nearly took Janus off the desk. He stared in awe now, amazed at the impossible figure before him, twin titanic hemispheres of breast occluding her face, nearly caught by the rotund buttocks above the immense thighs and pelvis. He would have thought she would be soft to the touch, but the shape her body was holding clearly indicated there was high pressure in there. Her underwear had given out long ago, if it had ever been around at all, otherwise it would have been giving her a world class wedgie. "Please!" Her voice, now high and strangely soft, came to him. "Someone, anyone! Help meeeee!" A last final creak was heard, and he looked down to notice her feet had expanded enough to bulge out of the tops of her shoes. This seemed to be enough to break the seal that had held her in. First one popped out, then the other. Instead of landing on the floor however, her swollen shape bounced once, ponderously, on one foot. Then she began a slow ascent to the ceiling. Janus blinked, coming out of his reverie to discover himself stiff as a rock. Scientific impossibility before him, and all he could do was react sexually, he mused. Soft cries drew his attention upwards, as he noted Denise had rotated as she rose until her back had touched against the ceiling. Tears ran down Denise's terrified face, her complete helplessness pushing the once completely in control woman to the brink. The expansion apparently was not near complete, Janus saw, as her rigidly spread eagled form continued to blow up. Now her waist had begun to balloon, matching the jutting bust and flaring hips. Her shoulders were so immense that they were pushing against her cheeks and chin. Only feet and fingers still kicked and even these were swelling, her hands rounding and her feet puffing. "I can feel it," she cried. "It's not stopping. I'm blowing up even bigger. Please, Janus. Please! I... I hugmp..." If possible her eyes widened even further as her cheeks suddenly welled up, lips plumping until all she could manage was a desperate moan. And still she grew, skin taking on a slight plastine sheen. Nipples were invisible now, spread over too wide an area. Her legs and arms were being absorbed into the immense globularity of her torso. Soon her expansion would have her wedged between the floor and ceiling, a distance of over ten feet. Thinking fast, Janus raced over to the delivery door, snapping the safety strap and rolling it open with a heave. Dashing back, he reached up and put a hand against Denise's flank, feeling a taut warm surface, somewhat akin to touching an overinflated balloon. Ignoring her muffled whimpers, he rolled her across the ceiling, marveling at the incredible lift she was generating. Obviously something odd was going on in there that needed examination. However, if she did something precipitous in the lab there would be entirely too much explaining to do. "Finally," he gasped, heaving her over the ceiling lip of the delivery door, her nearly spherical shape barely fitting through the semi sized access. The last turn brought her face around, rubbery skin blown up around it and her barely visible hands and feet. Terrified eyes met his, a single tear touching his hand. He paused. A single moment of compassion flickered through, and then was quenched in a river of flame. Her ruse would not fool him. After all, she had threatened to kill him. Kissing her rounded lips with a fervorous intensity, he pushed away, uncaring as she rolled out the door to vanish upwards into the night sky, uncaring as to whether she would drift and come down eventually or continue to swell until that final moment, uncaring at her fading wail. Janus staggered back to his desk, leaning against it with trembling arms. It was not enough, it was never enough. The rage still burned through his veins. But now he knew what he had to do to douse it. He would get revenge on them all. Sick he may be, but he was bright enough to make sure that would never be caught. The face he raised to the world was a changed one, lit with that inner drive, focused on a new goal. Dr. Goodyear left late that evening, signing out with nary a word to either security guard. Dr. Flanagan never did come out.

Tags: Blueberry Inflation, Female Inflation Text: Kids screamed and laughed as they ran around the Timber Falls water park. In a big town with pretty much anything, the water park was the greatest amusement spot. It was huge. Water slides, log rides, a wading pool, lazy river, basketball pool, dumping bucket, and everything! A group of high school friends were spending a day of fun going down the giant speed slides. The five friends were waiting in line for the tallest, fastest, and twistiest slide in the entire park. The line was extremely long, and they had been waiting almost thirteen minutes, not even near the top. "It's pretty cold up here..." Alex said. "Maybe we should've gone down this slide first so we weren't wet and cold." "Well I guess we should've thought of that." Samantha said sarcastically. "You guys are pathetic." Brooke said. "It's not cold at all." "True that girl!" Cole said, giving Brooke a high-five. Alex and Samantha were shivering fiercely. They were wet from the other water slides, and the cool breeze was driving them nuts. Brooke and Cole were laughing at them, because they had secretly dried off before they had gotten in line. Also with the friends was John. He hadn't spoken much the entire trip, and was looking a bit pale. He was also wet and cold, and looked a bit dizzy. "Dude...you alright man?" Cole said. "You ain't lookin' too good..." "Yeah....I-I'm good...." John moaned. "You look like you're gonna-" John immediately vomited over the stair step's railing. Samantha, Alex, Brooke, and Cole stepped back in disgust. They were pretty high up the steps, so it splat on the ground below. John looked like he was going to be sick again, so he quickly ran down the steps, pushing people out of his way... "That was gross..." Samantha said, a disgusted look on her face. "I knew that dude was sick!" Cole said. "He didn't look very good from the very start of this trip." Alex stated. "Look at him run!" Brooke shouted. They were so high up the water slide's stairs, they could see John run across the entire water park, trying the reach the bathroom. "He's isn't going to make it!" Alex yelled. "Nah, he'll get there..." Cole said. John vomited on an old ladies feet, only steps away from the restroom. "Ah so close!" Brooke shouted. The line began to progress. The four remaining friends took a few steps up the stairs. Only a few more minutes, and they'd be able to ride the most amazing slide in the entire park. Samantha ran her hand through her light blond hair. She had it tied up in a ponytail to keep it as neat as possible. She had a very serious personality, and didn't often smile. Being one of the most preppy girls at school, she had a gorgeous face, and a reputation to keep. Her two piece swimsuit was white genuine silk, and showed off her hourglass figure. Alex wasn't the most muscular guy, but had a great tan. He had short brown hair, and always wore the color red. He was a bit shy, but very smart. He was the tallest in the group and was very formal about things. Brooke was the happy-go-lucky girl who always had tons of fun whatever she was doing. She liked hanging out with her friends and loved to party. Her hair was dark black, and was poofed up in the back. Cole was the gangster-type. He was black and had no hair. He wore baggy clothes that were always to big for him. Even his yellow swimsuit didn't seem to fit him. John (who was extremely sick, and wasprobably wishing he was dead at the moment) was the funny guy. He had long and curly blond hair, and was the life of any party. The only problem was he got sick almost every week. Very sick. And he could never tell when he'd be sick. Life kinda sucked for John. The line took another step forward. The four friends could hardly control themselves. They were all very excited. "You know, I'm a bit thirsty." Samantha said. "Don't look at me!" Cole exclaimed. "I drank the rest of that Pepsi!" "I have some gum if that helps." Alex said. "Sure." Samantha said, taking a piece from Alex. "Gimme some man!" Cole shouted. "Honestly Cole." Samantha argued. "You make me want to throw you off a bridge." "I don't know any bridges nearby, but I'd be glad to help you throw him off this flight of stairs." Brooke laughed. Alex handed a piece to Cole and Brooke, and took one for himself. The package was empty, so he chucked it over the railing. "This is pretty good gum! What kind is this?" Brooke asked. "Some 'Wonkly' thing or something like that." Alex said. "Never heard of it." Cole said. "I like it!" Brooke shouted. "Tastes bland." Samantha complained. "Is there ever anytime where ya aren't complaining 'bout somethin'? Cole snapped. "I will hurt you! Obnoxious ass..." Samantha yelled. Only five people stood between them and the entrance to the amazing water slide. They were positively ecstatic now! "Who's going first?" Alex asked. He immediately regretted asking that question, because sure enough, it led another argument between Cole and Samantha. Brooke and Alex just ignored there fighting. They did it all the time. Brooke really loved the gum. It was very juicy! She swallowed a large mouthful of the blueberry flavored juice. Strangely though, her mouth was full of juice yet again. She swallowed and swallowed but the juice just kept filling up her mouth. Alex rolled his eyes at the two fighting friends and turned his attention to Brooke. At first, he started to glance away, but looked back at her again, this time in total shock. "What?" Brooke said cutely. Alex pointed at his nose. "What?" Brooke repeated, rubbing her nose. "I-I-It's....It....I...." Alex stuttered. "HOLY CRAP BROOKE YOUR NOSE IS BLUE!" Cole yelled. Almost everyone in the line drew their attention to Brooke and her friends. They immediately shielded Brooke from the people in the line, acting as if they were just kidding. After everyone looked away, they looked at Brooke. Her whole face was dark blue, and it was spreading down the rest of her body. "What are you guys talking about!?" Brooke asked. "You're skin is turning indigo!" laughed Samantha. "No way!" Brooke yelled. Brooke took out her waterproof camera and took a picture of herself. She looked at the photo and screamed. The camera flew into the air, and fell of the edge of the railing. "Aww crap! My favorite camera!" Brooke moaned. The blue color had now spread throughout her entire body. Her skin was now only a shade lighter than her dark bluish-purple bikini. "What's happening to me!?" Brooke screamed. "I don' know!" Cole yelled. "What you do dat' made you blue? You allergic to somethin'? "I don't know!" Brooke moaned. "Ugh...I don't feel to good..." She swallowed more and more of the delicious blueberry juice. She got so caught up in swallowing mouthfuls of juice, that she swallowed her gum. "Blech!" Brooke yelled. "I just swallowed that gum!" "You think it's the gum that might be doing....that....to you?" Alex said. Brooke clenched her stomach. It gurgled loudly. Brooke let out a soft moan. She felt a strange sensation run through her body. A pressure was building up inside her belly. She could feel it. "I feel funny...." Brooke moaned. All of a sudden, Brooke's belly started to bloat outwards. It made another gurgling sound as it filled up quickly with juice. Brooke's legs wobbled as her new girth swelled up larger. "What's happening to you!?" Alex yelled. "Haha. Poor Brooke." Samantha said with a smile. "Honestly!" Cole yelled. "I want to just slap ya' cross the face! You evil little devil!" The two started yelling at each other again, arguing about who-knows-what. Alex tried to break the two up, while Brooke stood a few steps behind them, her belly filling up with massive proportions of juice. It looked as if she had swallowed a beach ball. Her belly was taut and firm, completely round. Brooke rubbed her hands on it, it's size still increasing. Brooke bit her lip fiercely. It felt so strange. She put a hand on her butt as she felt it swell up with juice as well, simply plopping into a new juicy size. Her abdomen bloated outwards, making her belly now completely swollen and round. She felt her thighs fill up, connecting her swelling belly to her swelling butt. "Guys! Look at Brooke!" Alex said, starting to panic. Cole and Samantha acted as if they didn't hear Alex and continued their argument. Everybody in the line had their full attention on Brooke. "Help me someone!" Brooke moaned. The juices inside her sloshed around as she tried to step towards her friends. The four of them were now at the front of the line, and were able to go down the slide. Brooke's transformation, however, had the captivated in place. The lifeguard's whistle fell from his mouth as his jaw dropped in awe. Brooke felt as if she was about to burst. The juice was determined to completely fill her up. Her belly stretched outward, trying to contain the swelling juice. Her bikini grew very tight, desperately hanging on. "Somebody do something!" "She'll pop!" "Look at her go!" "What's happening to her?" The crowd yelled out various comments on Brooke's situation. Brooke felt very embarrassed as her bloated figure was exposed to everyone at the water park. Another gurgling sound emitted through her belly as back began to round out too. She then felt her breasts bloat up with juice as well. The liquid fluid ran itself into her jiggly endowments, pumping them up to the size of basketballs. Brooke squeezed them both, her eyes wide with surprise. Her problem was unpredictable. She could feel the juice swelling her up in all spots, and she had no clue what was going to happen! Some of the people in the line began to run down the steps, evacuating the area. Probably trying to view the situation from a....safe distance. Brooke was panicking, her belly jiggling as the juice collected inside it. Her boobs were taut and firm, well bloated with juices. They started to obscure her view as they tried to lay on top of her massive belly, which now looked as if she swallowed an elephant. Brooke tried to waddle closer to her friends, but her massive abdomen, belly, and...well...everything...made walking very hard. She screamed loudly as she tripped and fell. Her landing was padded by her massive blueberry belly, which shook fiercely as it hit the ground. Brooke wiggled her arms and legs as she tried to get up, but her attempts failed. "Someone get help!" Alex yelled, started to freak out. "I most certainly did NOT steal your smoothie last Saturday!" Samantha yelled at Cole (still deep in the argument). "You did!" Cole replied. "And I got proof! I ordered strawberry! You had banana! So when I looked at yer glass, why was it PINK!? Ya know what's pink? STRAWBERRIES!" "Cole! Samantha!" Alex yelled. "Shut up and look at what's happening to Brooke!" Samantha and Cole turned and looked at Brooke. They saw her sad expression, mounted atop a spherical body, massive endowments (being tightly held back by a very strong bikini top), and her little hands and feet, now engulfed by her berry figure. "......." The two were speechless. "Sombody hewp meee!" Brooke moaned, her bloated boobs and body muffling her speech. "Pwease!" The juices were still swelling Brooke rapidly. She felt her skin grow very tight. She didn't know how much more she could take! Her belly gurgled again, bubbly sounds emitting loudly. Her bikini became very painful as it stretched to the max, trying to hold in her new figure. Her breasts were enormous, and looked like two bloated balloons on her hot air balloon body. "How'd she get dat' big?" Cole said, a bit confused. "Juss hewpp meee!" Brooke moaned. "I feell so fuull!" Samantha get an evil idea. She started to even laugh at the idea. Sneaking up behind Brooke's massive blueberry body, she pressed her hands up against Brooke's bloated back. Her skin was squishy and soft, yet felt so tight. With a big shove, she pushed Brooke forward. Brooke screamed as her swollen body rolled forward. Loud sloshing sounds were made as the juice inside her swished around. Brooke rolled slowly forward, Samantha pushing her from behind. Brooke's head rolled to the ground, her body now upside down, only to be rolled upward again. Her breasts made a thud sound every time they sloshed against the ground. "What are you doing with Brooke?" Alex asked. "Watch this!" Samantha laughed. She pushed hard on Brooke, letting her roll freely, right onto the giant water slide. Brooke let out a loud scream as her spherical body slipped and slid in all directions. Her juicy belly squeaked as it slid across the water slide. Rapids of water splashed against her spherical figure. Her speed increased as water slide went downhill. She began to roll in all directions, and felt dizzy. The juice inside her went crazy as they lapped all over the inside of her belly. Thankfully, it wasn't a tube slide. The top was open, so Brooke could freely roll down the rapid waters. But, the enclosed tube part of the water slide was approaching. With a loud thud, her body smacked against the tube. She was so huge, she couldn't fit inside. The water on the slide couldn't get into the tube either, as Brooke's whole body formed as a plug. Water ran off the edge of the water slide. Brooke could still feel her body swelling and bloating up, and with this tube enclosing her, she felt she was about to pop. Out of nowhere, a workman jumped onto the slide and gave Brooke a big push. And with a loud popping sound, she fit through the tube. Darkness enclosed her as her spherical body barley rolled through the water slide's twisty tubes. She rolled in all directions, getting dizzy again. She felt pain in her boobs as they started to bloat more, now dragging against the small tunnel's sides. Just when she thought it'd never end, she came out of the tube slide, and landed in a big pool at the bottom. She made an enormous splash, sending water all over the crowd that had gathered to watch her. Her bloated and swollen body amazingly floated on top of the pool water. The crowd stared at her, completely awestruck. Little splashes were heard as Alex, Samantha, and Cole joined their berry friend in the pool. Brooke felt very tight all over, her body might not handle much more swelling. It'd be quite a scene if she popped here! The crowd then turned their attention to a helicopter, gently hovering over the water park. A net dropped down, along with four workmen. They landed in the water and began wrapping the net around Brooke. Brooke's eyes widened with fear as the men climbed all over her body, wrapping the net all over her. One of the workmen gave a thumbs up, and the helicopter lifted into the air. The net was attached to the helicopter so it could lift Brooke out of the water. She let out another scream as her entire juice filled body lifted off the ground. Now in the air, her helpless screams of worry, fright, and confusion were heard as her blue sphere body disappeared on the horizon. Alex caught the name on the helicopter. 'Wonka' The three remaining friends exchanged shocked glances. One workman was left behind, and explained what may become of Brooke to the friends. John ran out of the bathroom. "What'd I miss?"

Tags: Breast Inflation, Hourglass Inflation, Female Inflation, A Little Light Reading, floating, helium, magic Text: Having a housemate can be a mixed blessing. At its best, the arrangement can be mutually beneficial with both parties gaining lifelong friendships. But at its worst, having one can mean inviting an annoying, rude, or even a criminally minded lunatic into close proximity with ones personal space. Too often it is that the trauma can far outweigh the financial benefits. So it was with relief that Susan had been able to rent a room to her long time acquaintance, Holly. So it was that, one morning, Susan found herself hunting her housemate's bookshelf in search of a little light reading. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me." She rolled her eyes as her fingers paused at a title. Most of the odd volumes on Holly's bookshelf were familiar and she had seen her nerdy friend reading most of them at one time or another. Susan had even played a roll in creating the library - as a joke she had once bought for Holly a subscription to Popular Séance that, ironically, turned out to be well appreciated. But there, nestled among the years of P.S. back issues, roll playing guidebooks, unicorn tomes, and fantasy paperbacks was one Susan had not seen before. The book was noticeably bigger than those surrounding it and she rightly assumed it was a recent acquisition. Its placement almost suggested that Holly wanted it to be found. More so than its sudden appearance, the bizarre title was what caught her eye. It was either a joke Holly was playing on her accountant friend or yet another example of overzealous brand dilution. "Inflation Spells for Dummies" read the book's spine. Susan pulled the volume from the shelf and turned it over in her hands, amused with the ridiculous title. This waned; however, after a quick look through the pages revealed that it wasn't just a fake cover adorning the floppy paperback. The contents kept the jacket's promise, albeit in an altogether strange way. It was not some dork-magic economics book. The chapter titles, diagrams, and figures therein suggested something else entirely: something very...odd. "Just exactly what all have you been hiding?" Susan spoke aloud, addressing the empty house. Further investigation was warranted. The morning sun bathed Susan in warmth and as she lay down on a blanket in the back yard, a light breeze ushering in the first day of summer's pleasant aroma. While the scent of freshly cut grass and flowers hung softly in the atmosphere, the floral print of her new sundress nicely complemented the festival of colors surrounding her. Over the privacy fence in a neighboring yard, a sprinkler swooshed as it watered a thirsty lawn. With Holly as yet to return from her all-nighter up on the hill, Susan had taken the liberty of bringing the new book with her, saving it for after she finished her studies. An intellectual dessert, it was to be. Almost immediately, however, curiosity got the best of her and she decided to put the serious stuff down in favor of the lighter fare. Taking a sip from her sports bottle and readjusting her white-rimmed sunglasses, she gazed down at the odd little DIY book sitting on the blanket in front of her. "Inflation Spells for Dummies" it read, "by Lucille DeVill - author of 'Up, Up, and Away'". Susan lay down on her stomach, her chin resting in her hands and her feet up in the air. She absentmindedly played with her sandals, dangling them from her toes as she perused the book. After a cursory reading, the book's theme became clear: teaching the poorly socialized to use pretend magic to pretend to inflate things... people... body parts. "Well okay, then" she giggled. With the flip of a few pages, she was reading the contents of a new chapter and she chuckled, shaking her head in amusement while doing so. "Well, that would certainly spice up any date" she quipped under her breath. "Assuming any of these geeks could get a date." Holly really needed a date, Susan noted, and this kind of thing was certainly not helping her situation in that regard. The most hilarious thing about the book, indeed what was true for most of Holly's library and active fantasy life, was how seriously it all took itself. This book's tone was no different; it was as if it actually intended for the reader to be able to do the things discussed in it, no different in attitude than if it were a how-to book about hanging wallpaper. As of late, Susan had begun to worry about Holly's growing inability to separate fantasy from reality, and finding this book made her worry even more so. The woman was simply too old to be so wrapped up in such silly things. "Having a vivid imagination is one thing" Susan mused, "but puh-lease: grow up already, will you?" And this event or rave (or whatever) she went to last night - doesn't she have work this afternoon? Or will she call in sick - again? "Friend or no" thought Susan. "If she starts slacking off on the rent because of these shenanigans, I am seriously going to have a talk with her." Clearly, in the many years the pair had known each other, there was a side to Holly that Susan had never seen. Maybe that little talk should happen sooner, not later. But still, what a weird little book it was. Yet, Susan couldn't quite persuade herself to put it down. Perhaps what drove her to keep reading was the same impulse that made bystanders ogle a grotesque or tragic scene. Susan soon began to bore of the book's immature tone and she abruptly flipped the pages to a later section as her attention wandered. Her fingers alighted upon the "Advanced Concepts" chapter under the sub-heading "Helium". It began with a note of caution: Helium is both one of the most entertaining and most dangerous of mediums to use for inflation. Before continuing, be sure you've read and understand Ch. 3 and have passed the self-quiz on page 96. "Ha!" she blurted out. "That is just too rich." The next few pages more closely resembled a physical science primer than a nerd manifesto. They reviewed Archimedes's Principle, discussing the concept of static lift and buoyancy, accompanied by drawings, diagrams, and charts to provide illustration. There was even a copy of the Periodic Table of the Elements with the section on Noble Gases emphasized. In contrast to its almost scholarly beginning, the end of the section was littered with pages of utter nonsense, all written in a faux Middle English style that was, conveniently, easy enough for the average community college dropout to parse. She flipped a few more pages forward, stopping on one with a "spell" in the form of a poem written in saccharine calligraphy over a cheesily fake parchment background. Beneath the poem was the clinical "Example 13B: Application of Concentrated Enchantment Helium". Susan dropped her forehead down into the open book, giggling disdainfully. Then, back on her elbows and with a broad smile she read the poem, haphazardly annunciating the words as she did: Helium Gas Make me light Balloon my body 'Till I take flight Inflate me large Inflate me round Inflate me 'till I'm skyward... With a mocking crescendo she finished the last word: Bound. Now, by this point, Susan figured that she would once again chuckle to herself, close Holly's silly little book, and resume her serious studies for the remainder of the morning. Truth be told, such an assumption was not particularly unwarranted; one that the vast majority of rational individuals on the planet would have likely made. It was, however, not to be the case. Not on that day. Laughing, she closed the book, set it down, and reached for the copy of The Financial Times she had brought outside with her. But she stopped in mid grasp as the sudden perception of an odd tickling sensation began emanating from her torso. It was spreading out to her extremities as if something were gently brushing her skin all over. Thinking for a moment, she wondered: was it a brushing, or was it...CRAWLING?? Susan shrieked at the realization that there were probably thousands of ants creeping all over her. She jumped to her feet, shrieking again, and in a furious jig attempted to slap and brush the critters off of her. After a few moments of abject terror it became obvious that there were no ants or creepy-crawlies plaguing her otherwise idyllic morning. Still, the feeling persisted and she made one last futile attempt to brush the non-existent insects from the front of her dress. Most individuals have in their mind a good three-dimensional map as to the physical extents of their bodies and Susan was no different in this regard. So it came as a surprise as she brushed the front of her dress that it felt as if her chest was not quite where she expected it to be. Specifically, her bust made a noticeable impression on her hands and forearms (or was it the other way around?) as she tried to sweep the cotton free of imaginary pests. In fact, it seemed that beneath the frock there was much more of her present than usual. The bounty of cleavage peeking out the top of the neckline caught her eye and she stared intensely at herself, trying to determine whether it was perception or memory at fault. With a quick, self-conscious look around the fenced-in yard, Susan brought her hands up to her chest to investigate and found that not only did she look bigger but that she felt bigger as well. And in all of the commotion of the last few moments, she hadn't realized how much the band of her brassier was digging into her skin. Still, the soft, spreading sensation continued and she stood there on the blanket, quietly perplexed. The neighbor's lawn sprinkler on the other side of the fence marked time as it continued to chatter away. She continued to stare down at her chest and, wrinkling her brow in confusion, the scope of the situation not registering. Then, in the brief moment of stillness, Susan realized her chest didn't just look or feel bigger but that it was growing bigger before her eyes. The soft curves of her breasts were quietly swelling in her arms and she could feel them pressing into the cups of her bra. "This is not normal," she thought, her critical thinking skills finally returning from their coffee break. With a subtle gasp, her eyes widened at the epiphany. A rush of adrenaline quickened her pulse and elevated her breathing. Standing motionless, she took a quick mental inventory of the rest of her anatomy. The feeling was everywhere and she soon realized something else: it wasn't just her breasts getting bigger. It seemed that everywhere - her hips, derriere, thighs, tummy, and - whoa - everywhere seemed to be growing, too. That gentle pressure, it was welling up from within. Letting go of her expanding bust, she dropped her hands to her sides and explored her hips to see just how much wider they had grown. All over, she could feel her skin swelling. Susan poked and prodded herself here and there and was surprised at how soft and resilient her flesh was. How odd this was. Susan's fascination at her odd predicament kept her attention. Beneath the surface, a gentle pressure pushed out in all directions and the tug of fabric soon registered the fact that her once svelte body as rapidly filling the previously loose dress. At the same time, the discomfort across her ribcage and breasts caused by her bra was bordering on pain while down below, her panties dug uncomfortably into her hips. The tension was becoming unbearable and she needed to relax the pressure immediately. However, reaching around to her back proved difficult, as it seemed that her arms and shoulders had puffed up. As she struggled to undo the clasps, her breasts pushed out against the cups of the bra, trying to squeeze their way out of the cotton prison as she struggled. The first attempt failed and Susan rested her arms akimbo on her expanding hips. She stared down at her breasts as she caught her breath. Growing ever larger, they bulged out of the dress with their pneumatic cleavage. Panic rising, she reached back again, clenching her teeth from the effort to grab hold of the clasps. Every movement made the band and cups painfully dig in harder. With one final, Herculean effort, Susan thrust her arms back, grunting from the strain. At the apex of her reach, there was a muffled pop and the sweet relief of tension as her breasts were released from their tormentor. She hadn't managed to unfasten the clasp; it was the fabric between the cups that had succumbed to the strain. Now free, her bust jiggled and swelled to fill the front of the dress, its cotton wrinkles smoothing as the ballooning mounds popped out of the cups. Likewise, her panties gave up the battle of the bulge, quietly snapping and offering their own relief. She stood there, the momentary panic slowly migrating to bewildered anger at the impossible situation. She swore quietly into the ether while trying not to attract attention from the neighboring yards. The once loose sundress was tightening around her curves, her thighs pressing together and breasts proudly standing at attention out front. As the sprinkler next door continued its cadence, Susan heard something else that had been masked by the sprinkler's din. It was a hiss - a hollow sibilation that was growing louder - and it was something she had heard before. Unmistakably, it was the sound of a carnival balloon inflating. She froze at the thought as a list of the events that had just transpired scrolled in her mind. "No, no - it can't be!" she spoke in a loud whisper, looking down at Holly's book lying on the blanket and then to her expanding torso. It simply was not possible and she fought the ridiculous insight. Such a notion was simply not within the domain of reality. But yet, there she was, blowing up like a balloon. Intensely staring at the book, she bent down to pick it up and immediately realized how tight her dress had become. Her belly and breasts seemed to fight her movement downward, pent up in the restraining dress as they were. She leaned down further and snatched the book, reaching around her inflated chest as her chin sank into her new cleavage. The strain on the dress, however, was too much and as she bent over, the sound it rent itself so loudly that Susan could hear it over the hissing. She stood up, wide eyed, and reached around to her swelling backside, searching for the tear and finding it. Though the yard was empty, she still looked around in embarrassment to ensure nobody witnessed the indignity. The tear afforded a small respite from the tightening dress - ventilation, too. Her bust was becoming more of an obstacle, forcing her to hold the book uncomfortably out in front. She frantically searched for the pages visited earlier. Stop! There it was. No-no, too far! Flip, flip, flip, and flip. There it is! Silently, she skimmed the poem and then thumbed to the chapter's title page, first marking the poem by folding down the corner of its home page. There, at the beginning of the chapter it was. Quickly she flipped to chapter 3: "General Control, Regulation, and Reversal". It began with platitudes to several unfamiliar people and vague references to earlier parts of the book. It also talked about the importance of being in control at all times and having the anti-spell worked out ahead of time, blah, blah, blah. "NO KIDDING!" Susan screamed in thought. "HOW DO I FIX THIS?" Frantically reading, she could feel herself inflating faster and the dress becoming tighter. The stitches under the sleeves began to give way one-by-one with a quiet pop-pop-pop and she could hear her skin beginning to squeak with every movement inside the dress's diminishing margin. Searching further, all there seemed to be were pages of useless nerd text. But later in the chapter she stumbled over what she needed: a fold out page with a flow chart showing how to reverse a spell. Her gaze danced around the page, trying to determine the beginning point of the spaghetti-like graphic. Finding the START action block she began scanning all the question and decision blocks that jumped around almost randomly. All the while, the dress was becoming tighter, sundering itself exponentially while the infernal hissing continued unabated. After a seeming eternity, Susan finally ascertaining a recommended course of action from the confusing document. It seemed that the first step was to decipher the major actions the incantation had invoked. She flipped back to the marked page and made note of the actions: *Make me light *Balloon Body *Flight *Skyward She blanched at the realization of what that meant. Certainly, it couldn't be possible, could it? She wasn't going to sail off like an errant toy balloon, was she? That would be impossible! Well, it was probably just as impossible as blowing up like a human balloon, huh? She turned back to the flowchart. The next step was to... to... "Oh, to hell with the damned book!" she huffed. The next step was to get inside immediately! Susan looked up at the patio door - only a few dozen feet away - and shifted forward in preparation for a mad sprint. But instead of feeling the increased weight on the ball of her foot as she leaned, there was the unexpected sensation of less pressure. In fact, the blanket seemed to rise up slightly over the grass, no longer pushed down so hard. Again, she gasped and this time it was to be the final straw for her dainty dress - a last gasp, if you will. The remaining seams holding out against the insistent pressure of her billowing flesh finally succumbed and the shredded fabric fell to her feet in a flowery pile. Freed from constraint, her breasts seemed to defy gravity, expanding steadily and slowly rising into her chin. Her tummy was rounding out as well, soft curves slowly pushing outward. The warmth of the sun shining on heretofore-covered skin induced a sensation she hadn't experienced in awhile: that of being naked and outdoors. The potential for embarrassment and the fear thereof suddenly overpowered her, derailing her other burgeoning concerns for the moment. She instinctively moved to cover the more intimate areas of exposed flesh with her hands and arms. The newfound fullness of her bust was alarming. Her breasts overflowed her forearm as they softly inflated, pushing farther out as her belly followed suit. Susan carefully looked around, trying to see over her pneumatic body to find the towel she had brought with her. It just to her side and she carefully knelt down and reach for it. Her ballooning thighs and calves made bending difficult. So, too, did the increasing feeling of upness that put her off balance. She found herself teetering slightly and struggling to remain upright. But the embarrassment of being caught in the buff by a neighbor still outweighed the immediate necessity to get in the house and she lurched for the towel, temporarily exposing the small area of skin on her belly that she had been so vainly guarding. As she grabbed the towel and stood up, though, her tentative grasp on the book with her other hand failed and it fell to the blanket, spine up with the foldout page sticking out. Her clumsy efforts had been stymied by her inflating body. When she stood up, it almost felt as if one of her feet left the ground. She tensed, eyes widening even more as her momentarily free breasts bobbled upwards toward her chin, buoyant. The dire hissing continued as she quickly reigned in her enthusiastic balloons with the towel. There was no time to pick the book up and she began to make her move toward the door, clutching the towel to her bosom in a losing battle to keep her modesty intact. But a mere step later, it became clear that walking would be impossible. She was so light that the balls of her feet were unable to find purchase, slipping over the blanket's surface. All over she could still feel herself expanding and lifting, becoming lighter with every moment. She felt hollow, the pressure of the magical gas softly pushing outward and exaggerating her curves as if she were some kind of overinflated woman-shaped balloon. Still in a state of denial, she told herself that it couldn't be happening and that she was not about to balloon into the sky. But at that very moment her feet gently left terra firma. She shrieked again, stabbing at the ground for a handhold and failing. All that the desperate struggling managed to do was to have her shoulders swap a little altitude with her legs and she floated there momentarily above the blanket, almost parallel to the ground. The towel dangled from her forearm as she held it tightly to her chest, the helium hiss still ever-present. The ground was just out of reach of her free hand, so near yet so far away. Susan growled, telling herself that what was happening to her wasn't really happening, that it couldn't be happening; as if the fact that she really was an over inflated balloon woman floating into the sky could be chanted away. The tragedy was that it may very well be so, but the instruction manual was out of reach, a mocking reminder of the second of two strategic mistakes in dealing with her predicament. She began to drift upward a few inches at a time, still swelling with helium as her curves bloated like those of the aforementioned parade balloon. Her body slowly rotated back into the vertical as her breasts incessantly pushed upward. The one end of the towel gently slid along the blanket toward the grass and as she drifted upward it, too, reluctantly broke contact with the Earth. She tightly clutched it to her chest like a security blanket; one last reassuring artifact of the world before it went crazy. As Susan floated up above the wooden fence surrounding the yard, one of the gables on her roof drifted by, just out of reach. She watched helplessly as it slipped away. Soon, she was rising up above the crowns of the nearby trees and as she looked down at her shrinking back yard and those of her neighbors, was momentarily distracted by her surprise at seeing how many homes in the neighborhood had swimming pools. She rose higher above the subdivision as the hiss of the gas slowed down to a trickle and finally stopped completely, leaving her inflated curves squeaking as she moved about in an attempt at getting a better view of the receding landscape below. It was then that she spotted Holly's car turn onto her street and head towards the house. Susan's heart leapt at the renewed hope of rescue and she called out in a plaintive wail to her friend. Helplessly she watched from high above as Holly pulled into the driveway, parked, and went inside - unable to hear the distant plea for help. Susan continued to slowly float higher and as she looked upward at the vast, blue ocean above, a terrible dread engulfed her. It had been a long, eventful night up on the hill and Holly could still not believe what she had witnessed. The gift that had been given to the group would last but a day, its manifestations limited only by the participants' imaginations - and what an imagination Holly possessed. To her, it seemed only logical to conjure up a reference book and for that she had needed some help in planning. Bleary eyed but alert and excited, she had finally left her mentor's house to retrieve the magical book, which should be waiting for her at home (if everything went correctly). Finally home, she called out to Susan, playfully inquiring of her housemate if she wanted to participate in a bit of the fun that day. But there was no answer and the house seemed empty. From the lack of response, Holly correctly deduced that Susan was not home so she sought out her bookcase - only to find an open gap where her new acquisition should be. She politely cursed under her breath, assuming that her plans for the day had gone awry and headed for the kitchen to call her partner-in-crime to report that she'd be returning shortly, empty handed. But, as Holly walked past the patio's sliding glass door, a bright spot out on the lawn caught her attention and she stared at it for a moment. It was Susan's picnic blanket spread out over the grass and it looked like she had left her textbooks splayed about over it. She unlatched the door, slid it open, and poked her head outside, craning her neck to get a better view. It was odd for Susan-the-neat-freak to leave her things sprawled out as they currently were on the blanket and she stepped down onto the wood deck and made for the blanket. She gazed at the items lying there as she walked across the grass, finally spotting a certain medium-sized paperback book lying face down on the blanket. Anticipating what she might find, her eyes widened as she approached. Standing at the edge of blanket, her suspicions were confirmed: it was the book she had helped conjure earlier that morning. Worse yet, it appeared as if Susan had been reading it. A universe of possibilities raced through Holly's mind, most of them tinged with unpleasant images of Susan's fate. The things described in the magical book should simply not be attempted by the uninitiated! Quickly, she snatched it up and inspected it. A foldout page had been unfurled that detailed the use of anti-spells. "Oh, no, no, noo..." she fretted. "What have you done, Susan?" Standing there on the grass with the book in hand, she hurriedly searched through it in the hope of finding where else her unfortunate housemate had been reading. There! The corner of a page had been turned down. Silently, she scanned the page, finding the helium spell that Susan had accidentally cast upon herself. Holly shook her head as she imagined the events that had likely taken place. She shut the book and turned around to look upward into the sky, searching. A minute or so of intense gazing into the blue void yielded nothing and Holly realized she had to act quickly. So, into the house she ran, through the patio doors and into the kitchen where she frantically dialed the phone to contact her awaiting friend. "Lucy, there...there's been an accident with the book... no, Susan... I don't know - look - no, stop laughing - I'll call back in a few minutes." Precious time was slipping by and Holly sprang into action. Setting the book down on the kitchen counter, she spread the foldout page over the generous surface and began studying it, occasionally referencing the fateful helium spell in the other section. With a better grasp of the situation, she turned to the index, found a pertinent entry, and flipped to yet another new section. She nodded her head silently with newfound confidence, encouraged by what the pages were telling her. "Okay, let's hope this works" she whispered, steeling herself for the difficult the task ahead. An hour later, Holly sat on a stool at the counter, a half finished cup of tepid coffee and saucer in front of her. With her elbows on the cultured marble surface, she cradled her temples with open palms and stared wide-eyed down at nothing in particular. Many thoughts ran through her head. They were bad thoughts, mostly; thoughts of criminal inquiries, of tabloid headlines, and of lengthy jail sentences. But mostly, they were thoughts of guilt over the demise of her kindly friend. The phone rang, jarring the dispirited woman out of her stupor. She paused and waited. With the second ring, she timidly picked up the cordless receiver and looked at its display. "PUBLIC TELEPHONE" read the handset's caller identification screen. Pressing the TALK button, she cautiously brought the device up to her ear and spoke. "Hello?" A high decibel torrent of righteously creative obscenities streamed from the earpiece. "Oh, thank goodness!" Holly squealed ecstatically. "You're okay!"

Tags: Belly Inflation, Breast Inflation, Female Inflation, floating Text: "I used to wish I could fly." Sharon breathes the confession as a sigh, thickening the young night air about the terrace. The thin heat of the flagstones fades under her, and the failing birdsong brings a chill breeze from downriver. Overhead the sky is fathomless and inviting and for a moment she remembers being seven year old; standing on the edge of her father's shed with a blanket parachute; leaping and clutching at the void. How close had she come? Before books and school and career swept her away? She tells herself she doesn't regret it, really, but it hadn't been easy at the time. With anglo-chinese parents there was always the expectations, the wider family, the need to be serious. "Ummm-huh? Really?" Her friend Amelia rolls over on the nearby recliner. She has been naming the potted plant beside her and wasn't paying attention. She's too drunk for a Thursday, even one where there's nothing better to do than lounge on the patio and talk crap with friends. The office is letting people go and she'd been passing on the bad news all day before the train broke down on her commute back. The press of bodies and papers in the thick summer air clings with her. Now she just wants to let the day sink behind hooded eyelids and a cheap shiraz. But Sharon was talking about Mosh and whether he was serious a second ago; how did they get onto this? "You mean, like fly? Up in the sky?" Amelia parses the question with forced innocence, casual and disposable, leading no trail to her heart. So why does her gaze flit sideways, where an older girl sits, tawny-haired and brooding? Lucy has been quiet all evening, but now her eyes are flecked with strange thunder, drawing down the moon from its crooked crescent. Once Amelia would have asked her what's wrong. She knows better; that the secrets they share show the edges of only other secrets, undelved by touch and taste and sense. Things that leave the young woman only a known enigma. "Yeah. When I was little, I wanted to be like in Peter Pan, well, like Tinkerbell actually. She was my favourite". Sharon stretches, oblivious to her companions. "When that didn't work out I demanded enough balloons at the fair to lift me. I think my parents didn't know what to do...." Amelia frames her head on arms folded like crossed swords, laughing and being unnerved by laughter. Sharon is always the clever one; her life partitioned between books and facts. But there's something in her account that kindles innocence; something known but not understood. Amelia bites her lip thoughtfully, feeling the moment lengthen. Does her hand drift up to her side, briefly? Is she thinking about telling? "Sometimes...." ponders Sharon. She sits up abruptly, her short black hair fringed over her eyes; a shadow within a shadow; "Sometimes I still wish I could. Fly, I mean." "It would be cool, I guess," ventures Amelia, off-handedly. Lots of people have the same daydream. It's nothing special. Lucy hasn't said anything. The moment will pass. Somewhere in the house behind them a CD spins down through Beatles' tracks. With a little help from my friends. Time winds itself about the companions. The wine slows in the blood; torpor and strange. "That's stupid, that is". Lucy says, suddenly, breaking the silence. "Of all the things to wish for, being able to fly is stupid." "Do you think?" Sharon is taken at the sudden vehemence, defensive in her need for explanation. "I thought it would be great, just being able to drift up, not having to worry about anything..." "It wouldn't be great. In real life, you'd get bored. And this is London. Get covered in pigeon crap or crash into an aircraft, or something." Lucy insists; an open sneer. "You should wish for something useful, like psychic powers and stuff. Wanting to be able to fly is just stupid." "Lucy, don't be..." Amelia doesn't let herself finish, choking something like a sob. But Sharon holds onto the dream defiantly, it tugs in her heart like a balloon. Her balloon. "Well. Maybe. I know it's not real. But I can still have a wish, even if it is silly. So I wish I could fly." Sharon casts her eyes downwards, embarrassed by her fortitude and vulnerability. She should talk about work or boys instead. But somehow she can't let go. "...in the sky with diamonds..." Lucy draws out the silence, her view a horizon of early evening stars; three speckles against twilight. Vega. Deneb. Altair. Thin and watery-white, dipping celestial wings against a sky murky with the city-glow. Perhaps Arab alchemists invoke and conjure by its aegis. The signs are favourable. Inshallah and a thousand shekels for your wishes. What does she conjure with? The air is tangible stuff, accented with helium and the strange. Somewhere a threshold is crossed. She wishes Sharon didn't wish quite so hard. "I've had enough. I'm going in," Lucy announces, rising. "Too tired for this shit tonight." Umbra. Dark. The walls are pale violet, cudgelled by the diffident light. A crack peels from the ceiling, hairline spider-work. Amelia traces it with a careful eye as it slips behind her friend. How deep does it go. Behind what we take for granted? Behind the casual glance? Sharon is out at Tesco. The maisonette is quiet and the two of them sit in the lounge, somewhere in mid-morning. Amelia remembers crashing out on the sofa last night, shortly after Lucy turned in. Her shift doesn't start until noon, so she's not worried, it wasn't worth the half-hour walk back to her chapel-conversion flat. Now she sits here in a borrowed bathrobe and a coat of concerns. Slipping her hand inside its folds she can feel the puckered plastic valve lying flush in her side. Her fingertips seem to tremble slightly, as she remembers the other week and the danger. Perhaps that gives her the courage to ask the question. "You're going to do it to her, aren't you?" "Maybe." Lucy folds back on a deep-red bamboo chair of beaten leather, cross-legged and yawning. "I haven't decided. "You of all people should know what happens with stupid wishes." "Don't be surly. I'm not looking for an apology." Amelia pauses, hurt. "I accept what happened to me. I accept me. I just meant what is it going to be for her?" "It's different for everyone," Lucy shrugs. "Do you mean, is it gonna be the same as you? I don't know. I really don't." Lucy doesn't choose to think its her choosing. She's uncompromising in her innocence. The others persons usually choose themselves. She just gets to pick up the pieces. Sometimes literally. She is a channel for things she does not understand. For the strange. "Lucy...." Amelia hesitates. "What's wrong?" "I just don't like doing it. You understand?" Lucy pushes her hands down into the cracked crimson, clutching it as if she feared to drift away. "Do you know what it's like, when this stuff keeps happening around you all the time? Do you?" Lucy draws a deep breath, her skin is flushed. Guilt and anger wrestle in her. She needs to be more controlled. Bad things happen when she doesn't pay attention. She continues, choosing her words carefully. "Amy, I'm 25 years old. For the past dozen years I've been terrified about what I can do. Do you know what it was like to think I was going crazy? And what I end up doing? No matter where I go, it follows me. There's you and now Sharon. I can't control myself. I'm starting to enjoy it. I'm going to get someone I care about hurt, real hurt." "No, Luce, it's cool. I like the way I am, and...." "Amy, you don't understand. It's worse than that. There's others. I got someone killed. Maybe more than one." There. She said it. "I'm freakin' dangerous to be about." Amelia stands up and walks over to her. Crouching by the battered chair, she embraces gently as the older girl buries her face in her hands. Water is not her element, she was made for something different. thinks Amy. "Luce...you have a gift...I don't know why...how...this happens. Its crazy. Its wonderful. I've never felt....no....listen....You taught me this once. You need to accept yourself, that it's part of you. I've seen you; its natural for you, there's no malice in your gift. Only in denying yourself. And denying others their wishes." "You should be scared of me." Lucy sniffles. "Aren't you worried I'll screw up again?" Amelia runs her hand through Lucy's hair, dark and tangled, letting the touch decide. "I don't know what happened. But you're a good person, Luce. You have a good heart. I trust you." "S'pose. I guess. I looked after you when you whacked into Canary Wharf, didn't I?" Lucy looks up with a crooked smile, its edges melting like watercolour in the drummed out light. "Yeah, Luce, you looked after me." Amelia fingers her side, unconsciously. Her upturned smile easy as the sunflower. A train moves in the distance. Through patio windows, the sun edges the cloud, gold in rags. The potted aspidistra shows the wind; the air shows only absence. Lucy puts out one hand, pushes and feels it push back with pressure secret and real. I can make things go all floaty, can't I? I can make Amy go all floaty. She likes that. Not bad for a girl with 4 GCSE's. "I suppose I should ask, do you know anyone else who can...you know, like you can?" Amelia asks the question hesitantly, her hands expanding in gesture. "No. There's just me. I mean, my parents, well, my Dad anyway...no, they're both normal. They don't know about me. They just think I'm just....shy about people". Lucy allows herself a bitter laugh. In their duel solitudes, the kettle shrills. Amelia makes tea. The earthenware mug is fierce with heat, the edge of burning, pain and comfort in her hands. They both hold on. "It's not a coincidence, is it?" Amy concludes. "Both Sharon and I? The others? Her asking to fly, I mean?" "No. Not really. It – I – whatever it is - draws them in. Moths to a frickin' candle flame." "Who?" "Anyone, Amy. Anyone who wants it. I mean really wants. Not just like a daydream. But wanting so much they ache after it" Lucy pauses, catching her friend's eye. "Even if they don't realise, at first." Lucy pauses abruptly as something shivers in her. Something understood, but out-of-reach. The hidden lure of longing. Wish hard enough, far enough, anything's possible. Did someone wish for her? "I think I was wanting for a long time." Amelia whispers "Even if I didn't notice it." Lucy laughs bitterly. "People don't notice. Not really notice. Look, Amy, you're....bigger. Pushing a D-cup now. You'd think Sharon or your office would have spotted that, right? She's not stupid you know. But as far as she's concerned now you've always had big breasts. And that office cleaner in docklands...well, he's probably forgotten about it too. It just works that way." "But I notice now. And it feels good." Standing, Amelia cups her breasts mischievously. "Good enough to share." "You are a complete minx now, really!" Lucy throw a cushion across the room, misses. "God, I hope Sharon turns out better." "So you're going to do it then? She will freak, you know. You saw how drunk we had to get her last night before she said that." Amy says. "If I do it, you've got to promise you won't be jealous." "No, it's OK. I know how you feel about her. I won't get it the way." declares Amy, and a sudden grin spreads across her face. "Hey, I have balloons for tits anyhow. How could I be jealous?" "Listen, about last night..." Sharon, drops back onto the sofa, the shopping bags straddling her knees. She adjusts her skirt, the dark twill pleats contrast against the cheap fabric and pine. They built it together as part of their self-assembly lives. But sometimes she doesn't know what her flatmate wants. The span of mercurial moods and distance baffles her, but she feels she has to reach out. Where to begin? "Lucy. Look. I don't know why you're angry with me. I say some stupid shit when I'm drunk. This is London, we have jobs in Banks and HR and stuff. Magic doesn't happen." "No, its OK, Shaz. It's me that should apologise. I really snapped at you, I was just being mean. Did you mean it?" Lucy folds back against the sheet glass of the patio doors. Her arms are folded, almost defensively, and her hair cascades forward untidily. She wears her jeans and white tank top like armour, postured and feral. For a moment Sharon thinks her friend is still drunk. But Lucy is merely assured somehow. Relaxed in her poise, in herself. "It was just a wish, Luce, nothing serious." "Sure." Diffident, Lucy moves to push back the sliding doors. At once the noise of distant traffic invades the room. Outside the light is smoke-brown, the city curdled in amber beyond. A matchstick 747 edges past the watery sunset. She licks a finger and holds it up, as if gauging windspeed, direction, weighing them against conscience. "Come out here on the patio. I wanna show you something". Lucy announces. She scrapes the deckchairs back against the low wall with her foot. "I've got the shopping to put away" "Ignore that for a second. Just come out here" Sharon walks out, suddenly aware of how tired she is. The air is strangely thick about her, a the dry sap of a city too long without rain. A thin buzzing sound seems to form at the edge of hearing, like the frission of cloth ripping. It's probably nothing. "Do you trust me?". Lucy asks, abruptly. "What?" "Do you trust me?". Lucy is fierce with intensity, her gaze furrowed down the angles. "Well, yeah. This isn't going to be one of those things where you turn out to be an axe murderer or something?" Sharon laughs nervously. Her body tenses, but she's known Lucy for years. She's a bit crazy, but a friend. Unconsciously, she smoothes down her skirt. "I want you to close your eyes. And turn around. Just do it." Sharon obeys hesitantly, trapped by her trust. From behind Lucy reaches out and folds her hands on the younger girl's shoulders. The peach cotton of the blouse ripples like skin under a lovers touch. Lucy can see the hairs on Sharon's neck twitch, the ruffle of her short dark hair scented with jasmine. Where her thumbs meet, the soft curve of her neck is delicately fluted, smooth as porcelain. "Ooooh." Sharon wriggles, laughing in surprise. "Nooooo. I can't do massages. I'm too ticklish" "Just relax. Close your eyes. Mmm-mm. Good. Now, just let yourself breathe. In and out." Lucy flexes, drawing in breath herself, feeling it mix and change within her. the girl in front of her is flexible, pliant too. "I think I know how to breathe, Luce. Look, this isn't gonna be like acupuncture? My Uncle does that, and I go really weird..." "Hey, no peeking!" Lucy admonishes. "No, no pins, promise. Its more like Reiki. You won't have come across it." Flexible and pliant she thinks, flexible and pliant. Letting her fingers knead across her clavicle like dough. Yielding. Resilient. Rubber. "That feels good". Sharon hears her words as if they come from a slight distance. "Just stay relaxed. Think of something far away, long ago. Like....when you were at the fair, when younger. When you didn't get all those balloons." Sharon smiles, whimsically, her head rolls to one side. "Sure" "Take those balloons in your hand. There's a rainbow of colours. Red and blue and pink and green. You can feel them tug on your arm. You realise the helium in your balloon wants to go up and up..." "Mmm-mm." Sharon nods, her head lolling, her hand clenching around imaginary balloon. Nuzzled against her neck, Lucy pushes sideways to the real, a change. A shift in nature. Girl to Gas. Breathing, blowing, Sharon's breasts rise and fall, rise and rise. "I'm going to regret this" she mutters, her voice smothered by the shining flesh of her friend. "What?" Sharon mumbles dreamily. Her body flexes, curves. Sensations drift up her spine, pooling like bubbles in her chest. She must be more tired than she thought. She could just drift away here. "Nothing. Just keep hold of those balloons. Its a big bunch, bigger than you thought. You can feel them lifting your arms, tugging harder and harder." "Feels dreamy." Sharon smiles, in secret reveries. Her arms rise gently from her side, unbidden. The fabric of her top seems to tighten about her torso, Her breath comes deeper now and her thighs flex, like bellows, slowly parting, as if her footing grew uncertain. She feels Lucy's lips nozzle against her spine, a pneumatic kiss imparting a secret she can't quite hear.... "Are you blowing on me?" she muses. It's hard to tell. The breeze seems to curdle about her, thickly. Invisible hands seem to work up her body, smoothing the sudden tightness of her clothes. Thin beads of perspiration condense on her breasts, tickled by the unseen wind. The same breath that catches the balloons, her thoughts flicking dark and wet, loose-tethered. She shouldn't feel so excited, so much....lighter. "Just a little. It helps. Should I stop?". Lucy lets her fingers ghost astride the cusp of Sharon's tits. The hidden hiss pulls their perking glory away, bouncing up to the embrace of air. Puckering threads part about her expanding cleavage, showing a deepening flush of heat. She can take it, Lucy thinks, she can really take it. "No. I kinda like it. Tingly" Sharon, fumbles. Her head swims with a rainbow of merged colours. The balloons. She's carrying a giant bunch of latex bubbles. Their string is wrapped around her, entangling, cradling. She lets one foot gyrate lazily in a circle, stiffly transcribing a dance in the air. Her hold-ups pinch and stretch about calves suddenly. How is it that thighs seem to stiffen, poised with pressure, as if she could spring into the air? "There's a lot of helium in those balloons." Lucy whispers. "Maybe too much helium...you know what can happen to silly girls if they have to many balloons to hold?" Sharon's skin smoothes and glistens, tautening with a needling scent not unlike latex. Her blouse rides up as her belly sympathetically swells. She is curving, sublimed to an hourglass, leaking ballast through moaning pores. Sharon can feel the balloons, pulling, pushing. becoming more forceful against her yielding sensitivity. Sharon tries to pull her arms down, to touch, to hold herself. She can't. All about her is up, her scented body desperate with buoyancy. "What...." the young girl gasps lightly. "What happens...with too many...." Part of her knows she is going too far. Sharon is a good girl. Good girls don't orgasm when massaged. But her whole self feels adrift, the world falling away. Her eyes clench as she shivers, sundering the anchor of restraint, of gravity. She imagines the bubbles swelling in a rising sea of air, buoyed up at the cusp of her crotch. Lighter and lighter. "They float." Lucy whispers into the girls ear, "Lighter than air." Sharon inches helplessly over the cusp of levity, her shadow parting company with her toes. Her legs rise, flexed into the air like billowing inflatable, and her body follows. The sensations crowd through the moment; pale, slim, helium-light, balloon-girl. She is making little noises that Lucy can't distinguish. Be careful what you wish for honey. Sharon is floating in the air. "Balloons...." Sharon's echoes, the dream of a smile across her face. Lucy hears the hollow of her secret gas maturing within her friend. With her arms spread-eagled, the young woman drifts horizontally, tethered only by the clawed grip in the fabric of her blouse. The fabric is now stretched over her expanded curves, pinching into valleys and smooth domes. Lucy feels their mutual nakedness easily, ripe under their clothes as she struggles to hold her, seized like lovers in coitus. She curses inwardly; she should have brought some string, didn't realise they could go so far, so easily. It would be easy for things to get out of hand, just like that time with..... No. Lucy shakes herself. This is now. She has to get a grip of this...gift....before she goes completely nuts. If it's not Sharon, it will be someone else, elsewhen. Sharon wobbles gently in the sunset breeze, her limp body cradled buoyantly. She opens her eyes slowly. Lucy is bending over her, framed by the indigo sky. a finger raised to her lips in the universal sign of silence and confidence. For a long moment the young woman's face shows nothing of comprehension. But something is different. She feels it fully for the first time. Less-than-Weightless. Her head turns, to see her arms and legs waving unsupported 4 foot off the ground. Her eyes widen with the recognition of fear and delight, even as her body reacts. Desire and terror thrashes through her as hands, feet, seek purchase on something, anything, to deny the buoyant reality of her being, to restore weight, meaning, to a reality gone wild. She opens her mouth to scream when Lucy slaps a hand to smother it. "Shut up". hisses Lucy, struggling to keep hold, "It's not yet dark and we have neighbours. Do exactly what I say or I'll let go and you won't come down until you hit Greenland." That's probably not true, about the neighbours. She knows people tend not to notice strange, but she's taking no chances. Sharon flexes, gasping. Her friend is strong; stronger than she'd ever have guessed. God. I'm floating. What's happened to me? People can't float. I'm floating. Don't be stupid. I'm lighter than air. I must be dreaming. Don't let this be real (oh please let it be real). It can't be real. Wishes don't come true, I mean, really, really, come true. "This can't be happening". Sharon mouths dryly, her hope barely showing through the edge of tears. Her look dares Lucy to disappoint, to reveal the hidden cameras, the trickery. I wasn't really fooled. No, ha-ha, I'm not upset. Who seriously wants to fly anyway? "Listen. Sharon. It's real. Honest to goodness real. Those balloons you were thinking of....they made you...I made you....lighter than air. You wished, hon". Lucy is earnest and infinitely kind. Don't hate me for this. "Seriously" Sharon mutters, pathetically, joy and trepidation mingled in her eyes. "Seriously". Lucy unclenches her grip. Sharon bobs gently upwards, barely restrained. For a long moment neither says anything. "I can fly." Sharon swallows hard. "Fuck me. I'm flying." Her face glistens, dewed down by delight. She gives tiny little sob. She flexes, feeling the air push her, lift her. Her whole body seems strangely curved, sensitive to the taut vulnerability eked through clothed skein. Every motion is fraught with sensation, it seems as if the slightest touch could push her again into wriggling ecstasy. And the buoyancy, she whimpers at the sense of buoyancy, part of her already wants to ride its bucking lift up and up and.... "Floating." Lucy corrects. "You're floating, not technically flying". But her friend seems not to notice. Sharon moves her arms slowly, fighting the strange resistance that finds herself pregnant with pressure. Hesitant fingertips trace up the rounded arc of her buttocks, her side, her breasts. The treacle-motion motion rolls her gently in mid-air, and Lucy shifts with effort to hold her. "Bigger...." she Sharon emotes; dumbly, wondering. "You've....got some a kind of gas in you. A special sort of gas." Lucy says, keeping her tone even. "It's like a balloon...." "Like a balloon." Sharon responds, her intuition blanking her disbelief. "What...how did you do this?" She giggles manically, her eyes alight, though her lips tremble hesitant. As if a question could dispel the magic, burst her like a soap bubble. In the silence of confidences, Lucy leans against her friend, folding down the fabric of her skirt where it rides up over inflated thighs. The younger girl's body aches of upness beneath her touch, a warmth of secrets to reveal in high places. Their eyes meet; but neither looks away. "Its strange. Since I was younger. 14. Things have been a little...strange." Lucy sighs, whimsically. "It a gift. I wanted to share it with you." She watches, uncertain. Please Sharon, she thinks, please be cool with this. And Sharon's face breaks into an enormous grin, splitting the moment. "I don't believe it. This is ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE" Sharon kicks out in dangerously exaltation, "I'm lighter than air! I mean, really lighter than air. God, I have to tell..." A flailing arm catches Lucy under the chin. It's not deliberate, but enough to unbalance, untether. At once, Sharon shoots up like a rocket. In sudden terror, she gives a short, strangled scream, grasping futilely at the air. But her mistake admits no mercy, no means of arrest to her ascent. The light from the lounge slips down her body like a mooring rope, rotating vertically as buoyed breasts seek the sky, the secret helium carrying its inflated captive up, and away. The last moment. Lucy lunges. Hands seize a flailing foot. Several dozen pounds of positive buoyancy jerk uneasily through her grasp and Lucy is pulled from her feet. For a moment both women are suspended, enough for Lucy to admit a moment of chilling doubt. She's a natural. Natural balloon. How can I hold her? She means to fly. Then the moment passes, and they sink slowly back down to the patio. Sharon waves overhead like a tethered blimp. "Don't let go. Don't let go. Please don't let go." Sharon babbles. "I've got you. I've got you" repeats Lucy breathlessly. She claws down on the plumply inflated calves of her friend, running ladders down tan hold-ups. Inadvertently, she notices her friends has laced black knickers concealed beneath her flapping skirt. Those would have made quite a statement to everyone at 5,000 feet. She thinks, dimly, securing her arms about the floating girl's waist. "Why the fuck did you do this outside?" Sharon shrieks, suddenly hysterical. "I could float up and....and never come down!" "Because you wouldn't have understood. To make you realise it is real and serious" hisses Lucy. "You wanted to fly. Well, now you're floating. Deal with it, balloon-babe. And you're not telling anyone. Do you understand? Say you understand. Promise me you won't tell anyone or I'll let go right here." Sharon nods, wide-eyed. "Listen," Lucy continues, gentler now. "I'm sorry. But we can't let anyone know. Not Mosh, not anyone. I'm not having my face in the Daily Mail. I don't want my parents thinking I'm some kind of freak. I certainly don't want to spend my life in some government laboratory like on the X files. This isn't a game. Yes, I can make people float; maybe even fly. But there's a thousand things that can go wrong. Do you know anything about air currents? Weather? Thought about landing? Do you even know how to get down? " "Well, I suppose I just.....oh." Sharon blinks. "I guess I can just like, flap my arms? Or something?" Cautiously now, Sharon strokes through the air, grunting against the tangible nothing which supports her. It feels like swimming through bubbles, slinking across her skin. For a moment the flagstones of the patio draw closer. But progress is slow, and her efforts flush, exhaust. Her arms tire; balloons can't stop themselves. She moans softly as her ineluctable buoyancy take over, and she cushions once more up into Lucy's arms. "Damn....I can't.....some Tinkerbell...feel more like the Goodyear blimp...." Frustrated, Sharon purses her lips, blowing a deep raspberry. "Damnit. I...don't know....if I'm like a balloon then I just need to deflate....somehow. You tell me! You didn't just blow me up if there wasn't a way to get back to normal again? Did you?" Sharon's eyes implore nervously. Lucy snickers. "Oh, hon, you can't get rid of this gas so easily. It's in here, and here." One hands ghost over the bloated bumps of her friend; caressing her heaving breasts, her pink cheeks, to settle on her forehead. "You got yourself this way. You're going to have to get yourself down." She takes Sharon's hands in her own, letting her drift upwards a way, intertwined only by fingertips. She can hear the other girl's heart beating rapidly, scared, excited. She doesn't blame her. She remembers what it was like the first time she tried this. She really hopes it works the same way for Sharon. She'd feel really bad if her friend had to walk around in lead boots for the rest of her life. "Close your eyes again, like before. And try wafting. Don't wave your arms. Go with the breeze. Think of those balloons. Imagine yourself with them. Up and down, down and down. Gently. Works for me" Sharon closes her eyes, swallows hard, stretching out. "I think....I feel it. Just let one go...one balloon...steady.....oooooooh!" She opens her eyes, fingertips trembling at arms length. Lucy is stood 3 yards away, her hands down by her sides. She realises she is floating unsupported at head height. Face down, she can see her unfastened shadow seep across the paving as a zephyr takes and drifts her. "See? That's neutral buoyancy. You're a natural!" smiles Lucy encouragingly. "Better than I am. Wooah, careful!". Sharon has begun to rise again, helium bubbles percolating through her distraction. The breeze has carried her close enough to the miniature apple tree potted at patio edge and she grabs its branches awkwardly. "Oh wow. I am getting so carried away." Sharon giggles. "I can't believe I'm doing this. Wait a minute....did you say you could do this yourself?" "Yeah," says Lucy, her nonchalance insincere. "I can do it myself. Flying. Floating. Lighter-than-air. Could probably do it with bubblegum, if I wanted. Whatever." "Oh-my-God. You can too? That's so neat!" Sharon enthuses. "Lucy, you have to come with me! Please?" "What right now? Up there?". Untethered is what she means. Lucy hesitates. Afraid to acknowledge the sharing of her own hopes, desires. Afraid to end her aloneness. Afraid to step up and up and...what? Sharon is a friend. Maybe more than a friend. What couldn't they share, now? "Yes. Right now! We can, can't we? Together? I promise not be scared but you have to tell me everything." Sharon looks across, hopeful. One hand detaches slowly from her fruit tree ballast, leaving her an apple, bobbing, tempting. The sky is blush pink, young with twilight, and between thin strips of cloud, she can see Eden. Lucy shuffles her feet, raises one eyebrow. The decision, she knows, is made, the confidence returned. But part of her lets the tease linger yet. "You're supposed to tell me that this is London. That stuff like this just doesn't just happen, that we have regular jobs and wishes don't come true." "Lucy, I really wish we could fly, together." says Sharon, simply. And in that moment she is perfect. Through eyes both open and closed Lucy can see the rainbow of balloons about the frame, about the heart. She smiles, steps forward, and draws herself into the fantasy with entangling breath.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Clean Popping Text: Amy giggled in excitement. "It'll be here any minute now!" She said. She walked back and forth in her livingroom, waiting impatiently for her order to arrive. Amy had long pink straight hair, about avarage weight and height of an 18 year old. She was one of those girls who didn't have all the fine features a model or anything like that had, but was still pretty cute, and boys wouldn't mind dating her but she usually didn't in fear her secret would slip out as she was really bad at keeping secrets. She loved balloons and inflating things, just about anything at that. She had a pack of balloons in her room she often played around with. Being slave to her fetish, she mostly kept to herself and preferred to be alone in her house. The doorbell went "ding" and before it reached "dong" Amy ripped the door open. A slightly shocked delivery man with a box in his hands was at the other side of it. "Wow that was fast, sign here please." He said. Amy used his pen and signed it happily. "Thank you!" She said and giggled as she grabbed the box and headed inside, shutting the door after her. She almost tripped in her excitement and tore open the box, revealing a flesh colored one piece suit. "Yay!" She yelled. It was excactly what she had ordered, well, so far it was. She had ordered it from a site claiming to know magic tricks and sold magical items online. She loved browsing the site every once in a while. Amy was one of those girls who was interested in the most bizarre and strangest things. People would say she was crazy, but she wouldn't bother to care. She took the suit out of it's box and started pulling curtains, closing blinds and whatnot. Her heart was pounding from the excitement. She quickly undressed, getting naked and put the suit on. The color matched her skin perfectly. She saw an air canister at the bottom alongside with a note; instructions. She picked it up and read it. This magical bodysuit will merge with you the second you put it on, and it cannot be undone by itself. Make sure this is what you really want as removing the spell will be very difficult if possible at all. After you put it on, you will be a living breathing balloon. Follow these steps and notes and there will be no problems. 1. Put suit on. 2. Attach air or helium canister to the nozzle in the belly button. 3. Turn air on and enjoy. NOTES: -The danger of dying from exploding has been magically counteracted, this is a safe suit to use. -The rate and areas of inflation depends on the person. -The maximum size before exploding also depends on the person. -Inflation can be done in more ways than helium and air, use your imagination. -As stated, after you don the suit, you will be a living balloon, so inflation is not limited to the belly button nozzle. -The air and helium have been magically enchanted. There are a lot more helium and air in the canisters than you may think. You won't be running out of it anytime soon. -The suit has been enchanted additionally with a spell that allows you to control your breathing. You will still breath normally but at anytime you may take control and breath in as much air as you like. It is slower and more tiring than using an air canister however. -As a fail safe, the canisters will shut themselves off after a few minutes of usage. -Popping prematurely will have no different effect than normal (We've thought everything through). -Call our company number on the back of this paper should you wish to remove the suit. Amy smiled widely and looked deep into the box. An air canister and a helium canister were present. A little hose was in the middle of them. She pinched her new skin, it felt like rubber and smelt like latex, her favorite smell. Before she started, she took the box into her room where she tidied it among her many balloon and inflation toys, keeping the manual safe in the drawer. She took the air canister and went into the livingroom again where she moved anything around the vicinity so she had a lot of space. She stood in the middle of the living room, attached the air canister to her belly, feeling a pleasurable jolt through her body as she did so, and turned on the air. It was low at first but the hissing sound became very audiable after a few seconds. She moaned in pleasure as her belly started to grow outwards. Bigger and bigger it grew. "Oooooh, feels so good." She moaned. There was no explenation why she would enjoy being inflated like this. One thing she had learned though, if you can experience true pleasure in life, don't question it, enjoy it while it lasts, THEN question it. The hissing got a little louder as her boobs started to grow too. They started at A cup and bulged outwards faster than the belly. It passed B, C, D, it even went as far as DD. There was no sign of stopping and Amy was enjoying that fact. Her thighs and arms puffed up too, making a delightful squeeking sound as they rubbed together with the rapidly inflating torso. She screamed in pleasure and hugged her breats, sqwishing them and making them bulge out over her arms. The inflation eventually made her lose her grip on them and she lied down on the floor as the air canister was stuck to her like 2 metal pieces welded together. "My God, it feel soooo great!" She said. Lying on the floor with her belly nearing a double digit amount of meters in diameter, her breasts catching up quickly, she almost fainted by the sheer ecstasy she felt. The hissing sound got deeper as she got bigger. "I never want this suit to come off...neeevveerr!" She said in a slight daze. 50$ was all it cost, had she known this suit would cause such pleasure, she would have done almost literally anything for it. Her belly touched the ceiling and pressed outwards. Amy's eyes shot open, she screamed in pleasure as the touch caused the feeling to feel twice as good. She couldn't explain, nor did she care. As she grew more and more, the wall of rubbery skin that was her body started pushing away the furniture around her, she had greatly underestimated the size this suit could get. Something broke as she heard a shattering sound, almost unaudible due to the soothing sound of the inflation still progressing, she didn't take any notice of it. Then something happened. She popped. The sound was almost just as loud as a normal sized balloon popping. Lying on the floor with a big smile and a dazed look on her face, was Amy. She snapped out of it after a few minutes and took a look around. "Not too bad, I can clean this up later." She said. She noticed what she broke; a large vase. It was expensive but she didn't give 2 shits about that now. She looked closer and saw that the pieces were really sharp, she was not surprised she popped as the pieces was in a perfect angle to pop a ballooning wall as it went over it. She simply smiled, cleaned it up and took her clothes back on. She fixed the furniture and cleaned up any other mess she made. She then sat down and watched TV. Watching Tom and Jerry she couldn't help but snicker everytime Tom got owned by the little mouse, she especially enjoyed the inflation scenes.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation Text: Amy poked my arm, and I was jolted out of my beautiful dream. She stood next to my bed, dressed in nothing but a bathing suit. "You fell asleep, silly," she whispered, pushing the hair out of my eyes. I got up, threw some jeans and a shirt on, and the two of us tiptoed out of the dark barracks. We crept through the cabin of sleeping guys until we came to the screen door. We carefully opened and shut the screen door and rushed off down the trail, feeling the cool night air on our bodies. We ran to the activity field, and ran all the way to the airbag. The airbag was one of the coolest things in the camp. It was right next to the lake, so when somebody jumped on it, the other person flew into the water. It was a highly subscribed activity, and often people came at nights to use it. But we were here for something different. We sat down panting on the cool grass under the dock, and watched the fireflies buzz over the lake, holding each other tight. "I had a dream," I said, running my hand through her hair, "and it was so awesome." "Hmm?" Amy said, looking at me. "What was it about?" I told her. She had been so big, like a blimp, bloated like a cow, and she was on her back and unable to get up. Her belly had been the size of a golf cart, and her boobs like giant beach balls. I was there, rubbing her all over, while she moaned and shook her boobs for me. "Then you came," I said, "and woke me up." She looked at me, smiling. "You know, we can have a change of plans." I looked at her, and she got up and walked over to the airbag. "You fill it up, and then you can pump me up to your heart's content." "That sounds awesome," I said, feeling a stirring in my loins. She noticed, and said, "I bet it will make it even better." "Oh, yeah," I agreed, and walked over to the airbag and found the pump. It was deflated, so we had to wait for it to blow up. Amy came over to me and gave me a hug. She was a short girl, and her blond hair gleamed in the moonlight. "I can't wait to be your big sexy toy," she said, accenting her words with some lavish lip sucking. I looked down at her, into her big green eyes, but then looked down further to see her boobs. They were round and firm, and packed tightly into the top. She noticed, and smiled, and said, "Perv!" Then Amy stepped back, hands squishing her boobs inside her shirt. "Oh, god, this is gonna be so hot!" When the airbag was filled, Amy strutted over to the airbag and found where the pump was. She poked the airbag, and satisfied with how full it was, unplugged the tube from the pump and stuck it in her mouth. Immediately, the bag deflated some, trying to find equilibrium with it's new outlet. She sucked down the air, and I stuck my hands into my underwear. Her eyes squinted seductively as her body ballooned, swelling immensely. When she reached equilibrium, she took out the hose and plugged it. She stood, and I had to make a mental effort to not start masturbating there. Her big boobs now strained the bikini top, her voluminous breasts twice the size they were before. Her belly stuck out from her body like a little half-moon, the little bit of sexy pudge at the base of her stomach disappeared into her swollen mass. "Oooo," Amy exclaimed, massaging her big breast and round tummy. "I'm gonna be enormous with all that air in me." Then she put the hose back in her mouth and rubbed the half-deflated bag of air. I walked over to the airbag and looked at Amy, who smiled back at me, and pressed down lightly on the airbag. The air squeezed out of it and into her, and I stood agape as her tummy and breasts expanded and swelled. Her eyes fluttered as the influx of air caused her to get bigger and bigger with a tiny stretching sound. When the airbag was empty, she burped and smiled at me. Her breasts were as big as cantelopes, and I could imagine they were just about as juicy. Her belly was about the size of an exercise ball, and now was hard to the touch like a snare drum. Her butt had also gotten bigger, too, her butt cheeks having grown to the size of frisbees, and were plump and stiff. I looked at her glorious beauty, and I walked toward her as if in a dream. I laid my head on her air-filled stomach, hearing the creaking sounds inside of her great belly. I walked behind her and knelt, staring longingly at her beautiful rear. I leaned forward and licked the enormous cheek, then using my hands to try to move the two stiff blobs toward each other, and then just poking them like one might poke jello, dying as she giggled. I stood and reached around her, and took hold of her breasts, pulling down the bikini top to reveal her beauty. They were two big orbs of air, and I squeezed the udder-sized jugs, feeling the squishing of her milk. Amy leaned back, her generous cleavage becoming more evident and kissed my neck, and leaned down for a true French kiss. When we separated, I started the pump again and the two of us sat down, and I laid my head on her big boobs. "How does it feel?" I asked, licking the soft fleshy ball. "Ohhhh," Amy moaned, "it feels wonderful. I can feel pressure inside of me, and I feel as big as a house. My tummy is so big! I wish I could stay this way forever." I helped her up and we went back over to the airbag, which had reinflated. Amy put the tube in her mouth, and I laid down on the airbag, and she puffed like a hot-air balloon. I felt a tingling sensation in my body, and I shook, unable to control the pure ecstasy I felt. Eventually, the bag ran out of air, and I lay on the ground, shaking in rapture. Amy walked over to me, and sat down on me, and I felt as though I'd died and went to heaven. Her soft ass was like a big smooth pillow, and I could feel the warmth of her expanded skin on my body. Her belly was pressing against my face, and I licked it vigorously, feeling the tight creaking pressure inside of her on my tongue. Her belly was so big and wide that I could not reach her boobs. "I can't reach your boobs," I said, rubbing her side as supplement. "I can fix that," Amy said, and she stood. I stared at the immense underside of her growth, rubbing it with my hand, slowly edging toward her soft groin. Amy giggled, but then lay down on top of me, and I knew one thing for sure: I had died, I was in heaven, and angels in heaven were crazy sexy girls with enormous bellies and breasts who loved me. Her big belly was tight like a full balloon, but it squished out over me. Her naked breasts hung down in my face, and I licked around her big areola's and nipples, sucking on the teat. Amy squeezed her boob, and I felt her milk squirt into my mouth. I patted her big side, and I shook, and I felt something hot run down my pants. "Oh crap," I said, embarassed. Amy laughed, and squeexed enormous tits against my head, smothering me. I licked as fast as I could, rubbing her distended side as it bulged out over me. She giggled, taking my hand and using it to massage her bloated tummy. I looked at her, peeking out from her swollen breasts, and whispered, voice shaking, "Is this a dream?" She looked at me, smiling with the face of a goddess, and said, "Yes. This is the best kind of dream." She leaned in close to my face, and I could feel the heat from her breath on my ear, as she added, "The kind of dream we can share." Then I passed out.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Implied Popping Text: Tristan was commander of the 7th legion of the Army Of Darkness. Tristan was a fair leader despite being in the AOD. Lakora was the number one ranking sorceress in Tristan's brigade. She had worked with Tristan on most of his battles, and hoped to some day conquer all with him. Lakora began to notice that Tristan was turning soft and to the side of good when he met an archer named Laura. She was a spy for the Army Of Light, and was trying to turn him to good. Tristan took a liking to Laura, and was beginning to turn his armies to the lighter side. Laura, in the name of evil, had to stop this. Laura just got back to her quarters from deer hunting. She was dressed in her hunting outfit: black knee high boots, brown pants, thick black belt, and a green button down shirt. She was famished after the hunt, and ordered a servant to bring her dinner. She laid down on her bed and waited for her food to come. "Here you go, Lady Laura." A maid entered the room and brought Laura a glass of water and some venison. "Thank you." Laura innocently replied as she took a sip of water. "This water tastes horrible!" With a flash of light, the maid transformed into the sorceress, Lakora. She began to laugh vengefully. "You think you can turn Tristan to the light! That won't be happening. You won't be alive to finish your work! That potion you drank will take care of you!" Laura grabbed her stomach as an enormous pressure built up inside. Her shirt tightened as her belly bloated with gas. Her breasts began to swell up and press tightly against her shirt. "What did you do to me!? I feel so bloated!" Laura's belt was being pulled apart as her hips widened out with the building pressure. The crotch of her pants strained to hold her ballooning body. Her thighs filled up with gas and became inflated to incredible proportions. Her swelling belly tore her belt apart, bulging forward through her pants and shirt. "Help! I'm getting too big! I'm going to burst!" Her monstrous thighs tested the seams of her pants as they swelled near bursting. Her breasts were being contained by her shirt which was now too small, buttons ready to bust off. "Stop! I'm going to explode! Ugh!!" Despite the lack of room left in her straining, tight body, her belly was still being pumped with gas. Her whole bloated body stopped stretching as it reached it's limits. The pressure was building up. Her clothes were making stretching rubber sounds. It was coming. "Oh no! I can't hold any more! Too much gas! Ugh... Too much... Ugh!!!"

Tags: Belly Inflation, Female Inflation, fanfiction, magic, water Text: The sun beat down on Mi'ihen highroad, 7 figures trudged along the well worn path. It was summoner Yuna and her group of assorted misfits. Tidus was whining about the heat and the others were glaring at him angrily. "Its soooo hot! In Zanarkand we had air conditioning. Why couldn't we take a chocobo. Are we there yet? I'm tired of walking. Its sooo hot!" He rambled. He was cut short when a wooden pole cracked him on the head. "Silence. Better." Kimarhi said bluntly and in a way Tidus didn't want to exactly argue. "Maybe we could take a teensy break?" Rikku suggested. "That sounds pretty good about now. We've been making good time ya?" Wakka agreed and looked at Yuna who nodded in agreement. They heard several splashes and turned to see a refreshed looking Lulu. She had been picking off mosquitoes above her with water. The tiny insects were crushed quickly and the remaining water simply fell on top of her giving her relief to the heat. "Say... that looks like a good idea." Auron said. He tried to pull his bottle off his belt to pour its contents over his head, however his arm was in the sling and he fumbled with it but got it tied in a knot behind his back. Everyone had a good laugh at this and Auron's face turned red as he got frustrated and used his other arm and teeth to open the bottle. "Auron your other arm is perfectly functional, why is it you have it in that sling?" Rikku asked him. He stood there dripping and everyone considered this but no logical answer could be found. Just then a small fireball burst from the bush. It was about the size of a blitzball and hovered in the air growling menacingly and bearing its teeth.. "Oh no! It's a bomb!" Yuna shrieked. Before much could be done the bomb started to spiral round and round Rikku's head. Faster and faster it spun and as it accelerated it stretched outwards and became more elongated. Suddenly it dove right for her face causing her to gasp. The beast dove down her throat and settled comfortably within Rikku's stomach. It regained its original shape which incidentally distorted Rikku's. There was a small buldge in her midsection about the size of a soup bowl. "What the hell?!?! AAAGH!!" Rikku screamed. "Rikku ate the bomb?" Tidus asked confused. The monster seemed to react to his voice and with some noticeable agitation in Rikku's stomach cast fire on Tidus. "OW! It burns! The pain!" Of course more noise resulted in more fire. "The beast cannot see us anymore so it relies on sound." Lulu said softly. Tidus slowly getting the point side stepped to the right. Rikku's belly roiled and jiggled again and a blast of flame hit where Tidus was standing just seconds ago. "HA!" He yelled. FOOM! "My precious hair is getting ruined..." He whimpered. "Get this thing OUT OF ME!" Rikku yelled getting hysteric. "Its so hot." She rightfully complained. She was visibly sweating. "Well... We can't hit it with most of our weapons or we'll kill Rikku." Yuna pointed out. "And she's yelling a lot but its using her as a shield." "What about me?" Wakka said hefting up his ball. "This may bruise but the bomb should take the most of the blow ya?" And with that he took aim, and pulled his arm back. Lulu hissed some sort of warning but he didn't pay attention. WHAM! The blitzball struck Rikku square in the gut. "OWWW! What the hell was THAT for you stupid idiot??" She said angrily. Again her stomach bounced around this time Wakka was the recipient of the flame. "I'm trying to kill the monster ya?" "Dodge ball weapon for school children." Khimari smirked. However everyone was noticing that although the bomb wasn't casting any spells it was still flailing around in Rikku's stomach. Her stomach was rather rapidly expanding straining the side belts on her top. The stitching on bottommost leather strap gave first, and the second one barley held on for dear life as her belly continued to grow. It finally settled around the size of a large beach ball. Rikku's eyes grew wide with horror as she stared in disbelief at the huge sphere of a belly she now had. "Why ME!?" she complained. "Wakka! Don't you remember about bombs? Whenever you hit them they react by getting larger. After 3 times they will explode!" Lulu said glaring at Wakka. "She's gonna explode???" Tidus exclaimed loudly, bringing a shriek from Rikku. The monster bobbed angrily around within Rikku and she was having trouble trying to stand without getting knocked over. Promptly Tidus got hit with fira instead of a mere fire. Having been quite thoroughly burnt Yuna rushed over to his aid to heal him. "Rikku, I'm going to try to defeat the monster with wateraga ok?" Lulu whispered. Rikku nodded rapidly, desperately wanting this thing out of her. Lulu raised her arms and cast the spell. A lot of splashing and hissing could be heard within Rikku but unfortunately no pyreflies came forth. Lulu instantly dropped to the ground to avoid a gout of flame aimed where her head had just been. The bomb shuddered and expanded again growing larger and larger. Gurgling noises came from Rikku's abdomen as it bloated outwards. With a pwing noise the button flew off the top of her shorts and the zipper was forced downward by her distending belly. The second belt strap bit the bucket and also tore off. Rikku's stomach now started just below the center of the bottom of her ribcage and ended slightly below the panty line. It stuck out a good 2 feet in front of her and was nearly 3 feet at its widest point. "AYIAAA!" Rikku screamed, getting very freaked out now. "KILL IT! KILL IT NOW!!" The heat the bomb was generating was sapping her strength and her hair was plastered against her head soaked. She sank down to her knees and her belly just brushed against the ground. "This isn't good." Auron said stating the obvious. "Well duh!" Tidus said being freshly revived. In horror realizing what he did he quickly he put both hands over his mouth. Fortunately for him this time no fire came. "Please.... Try again Lulu..." Rikku whimpered. Lulu nodded, the pressure was on her to finish this they didn't have much time. Summoning up her strength she used double cast wateraga on the bomb. Much splashing and hissing could be heard from within Rikku's midsection and after what seemed like the longest time... nothing. Then there was a huffing noise that sounded almost like laughter. Huh huh huh... Rikku simply couldn't take it anymore and fainted. The bomb started bobbing and weaving and jostling all around within her making her body fly around while attached to the floating stomach. Sparks began to gather amongst the midst of the group and there was a screeching noise followed by a large flaring explosion. Everyone was knocked to the ground and burned fairly badly, and in the meantime the bomb grew for its final time. It ballooned even faster than before causing Rikku's belly to surge outwards in all directions. It kept swelling and swelling until it looked as if somehow Rikku had managed to eat a behemoth whole. The bomb could be heard hissing and growling through Rikku's stomach. Yuna got into a kneeling position and started casting cure on everyone. Then she cast scan on the bomb and gasped. "Lulu.... The monster still has slightly over 50% hp! I don't think we can beat it in time..." She said defeatedly Khimari used his spear for support and climbed up into a standing position. Then putting his hand to his face he gave a low pitch peculiar whistle. A peculiar looking house cat walked out of the waist high grass from the side of the road and made its way towards Khimari. It was mostly black with a few patches of white and was wearing a fedora (think Indiana jones's hat) with goggles on the brim. It and Khimari talked for a brief time in the language of cats and then it nodded and walked over to the still prone Lulu. It head butted her in the nose a few times and then dashed off into the bushes. Lulu started to sneeze violently a few times. Rolling quickly to the side she managed to avoid the flame but her allergies put her into overdrive. Putting everything she had into it to save her friend she launched the largest wateraga fury she ever produced. Tons of water could be heard sloshing and crashing around in Rikku's hugely bloated belly. Then her belly started to expand again and everyone braced for cover... Rikku awoke relieved to find herself alive and well however she noticed she was a good 25 feet off the ground resting on her colossal gut. When it was all said and done she took a tear drop shape from her ribcage down as she lay on her stomach like a waterbed. Rikku looked down and screamed loudly but noticed something was amiss. She hadn't blown up and her stomach felt rather cool instead of the blistering heat of the bomb. Hiccupping she tasted fresh water. "What happened???" She asked confused. "Well remember earlier when the mosquitoes were killed the extra water fell on me?" Lulu explained. "The bomb was killed but so much extra water was produced it had no where to fall so to speak so it just gathered inside you." Rikku just kept hiccoughing. "Well...*hic* this *hic* sucks. But its better than *hic* dying and in this weather *hic* its actually kind of refreshing." Rikku said giggling. And so ends our story of the Bomb Belly Al Bhed. Who eventually burped up all the water inside her in a large torrent and nearly drowned Wakka for hitting her with his over glorified dodge ball...

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Male Inflation, giant Text: Nathan stepped through the front door, jacket folded over his arm. "I'm home!"No response."Hello? Maria?" He strained his ears, hearing someone talking in the distance. Passing through the entryway he entered the living room. There, seated on the couch with a blanket wrapped around her, morosely watching the news, was Maria. Approaching, he leaned in, gently resting a hand on her shoulder. "Hey. Is everything okay?"Maria let out an unhappy note."Bad day?"She nodded."Want to talk about it?"She shook her head."Okay." He stood up, nodding worriedly to himself. "Okay." With a grunt, Nathan picked up Maria's pump, carrying it out of the garage's back door. Maria wasn't the sort of person to let things get her down, so something serious must have happened to leave her like this. It was a little early to be ordering a pizza and picking up some ice cream, though there were still other things he could do.He set down the pump, making sure to avoid dropping it on his bare feet and wondering if maybe he should have brough it outside before stripping. Unrolling the cord, he plugged it into the outlet on the wall, checking to see that it was easily accessible and not stuck on anything before returning to the pump and opening a plastic container on the side. Inside were several nozzles of various esoteric shapes and sizes, and he removed one, turning it over in his hands to ensure it was the correct one. Unspooling the hose, he attached the nozzle, reaching behind him and, wincing, sliding it firmly into place. "Yep," he said to himself, "that definitely feels like the right one."With a tap Nathan activated the pump, and he immediately felt air blow into him, swirling and eddying. His belly bulged, his pecs rose, and his backside grew, giving him a pneumatic fatness that looked comically out of proportion with his thinner limbs. As his back filled out, giving his torso more of a spherical look, he wondered if he didn't have the wrong nozzle after all.As he was contemplating turning the pump off and double-checking, he felt a tension in his skin as the growth of his body suddenly stopped, the pressure rising inside of him. A second later the pressure receded, and his limbs swelled out, gaining a thickness that wouldn't have looked out of place with his earlier look. His body grew out a few more inches and again the pressure rose, then abated, his limbs widening, bulging out before tapering back in ever so slightly at the joints.He now felt the air flowing throughout his entire figure, filling him evenly through some means he didn't understand and Maria never explained, short of "magic" and a mischievous smile. He flexed his puffy fingers, testing their mobility as he rose higher on thick, trunk-like legs, watching his line of sight rise past the awning over the door and steadily creep towards the upper floor windows.He glanced down to the side, checking to see that he was out of view of Maria, before peeking around the corner of the building. It was times like this that he was grateful for living in a two-story home. Even if the street was some distance away, the height of the building still kept goings-on obscured from private eyes, as well as... certain other things.As Nathan's view rose over the roof he crouched down as far as he could go, pulling the pump's electric cord free from the wall before gently removing the nozzle and hose. Kneeling, he leaned down and tapped on the living room window.Maria did a slow-double take, gaping at him in stunned disbelief before throwing the blanket off and running out of view. He leaned back and sat down on the ground as the door opened and she came out, slowing to a stop, now so comparatively small - or him being so comparatively large, he supposed - that she would only come up to below his knees.Nathan cupped his hands, holding them near the ground. "Climb in."Maria's expression brightened a bit as she scaled his fingers, taking a seat in his palms. Nathan carefully leaned back, lying down on the ground as he held his hands near to his belly. After he came to rest, Maria climbed out onto the air-filled curve of his stomach and laid down on top of him.Nathan gently covered her with one of his hands. "Feel better?"She snuggled up against him. "Much. Thank you."

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, floating, Going Aloft Text: Samantha was due for a vacation. She had been working nonstop for a while now and she needed some time off. Unfortunately, her salary at the department store didn't offer much of a vacation budget, especially with gas prices going up nowadays. It was safe to say she wouldn't be partaking in that Hawaiian getaway she always wanted anytime soon. But then one day, a particular ad in the newspaper caught her attention. She couldn't believe what she was reading: Swellington's Travel Agency Easy, hassle-free traveling at reasonable costs. For a modest fee, we guarantee you'll be treated to the biggest vacation experience ever or we'll refund your money back. Call the phone number provided for additional information and don't forget to ask about our "Swell Tropical Luxury Deluxe Package". "Could this be for real?", Samantha wondered looking over the newspaper ad again. With a tempting offer like that, it was hard for Samantha to ignore. Even if it was some kind of scam, what did she have to lose with a money-back guarantee? Sam proceeded to pick up her phone, determined to check this out for herself. The next day, Sam stepped out of a taxi in front of the Swellington's Travel Agency building, carrying a suitcase in each hand. Going into the open, she was instantly confronted by a strong, persistent wind, blowing against her tender face and sending her short, black hair into a frenzy. "I hope the weather isn't too bad for traveling today", Sam told herself as she entered the building. "Good Afternoon", the receptionist chimed as Samantha walked up to the desk. The woman Sam saw behind the desk had long, blonde hair and serene ,blue eyes as well as what could've been the friendliest, most optimistic face Sam had ever seen. "With qualities like that, it was no wonder she was hired to meet the customers here. "Welcome to Swellington's Travel Agency", the woman introduced. "My name is Lucy. Who might you be and how can I help you?" "Uh, yes, hello Lucy." Samantha awkwardly responded, "I'm Samantha Sawyer. I was kind of interested in your tropical vacation deal." "Ah, our "Swell Tropical Luxury Deluxe Package". Excellent choice", Lucy encouraged. "As soon as we get your fee and registration, we'll have you traveling in no time." "Oh, alright", Sam said as she took the pen laying on the desk and began to write down her name on the sheet provided. "Samantha Sawyer", Lucy mused. "That's such a lovely name. Would it trouble you if I called you Sammy for short?" "Oh... no, I suppose not", Sam reluctantly answered, somewhat put off by the receptionist's overly friendly behavior. For a second, Lucy beamed with delight from Sam's answer before picking up a stack of papers. "One of my fellow coworkers should come by to escort you to a prep room", Lucy explained. "Inside the room, you'll find a bathing suit waiting for you to try out. Make sure to put on the bathing suit and wait for someone to come in to give you further instructions." "A bathing suit?", Sam asked. "But I already have one packed in my suitcase." "Oh, but this one is special", Lucy assured. "Consider it a gift from our agency if you will." "A gift?", Sam pondered. Sam wasn't the kind of person to turn down free stuff so she decided to go along with the procedure, at least for the time being. She still wanted to stick around and see if this so called "Travel Agency" was a worthwhile venture. Placing her suitcases on her floor, she began to reach into the purse to pay Lucy the money. Eventually somebody came to pick up Sam's baggage and show her to the prep room, just as Lucy had said. The room she was taken to was fairly big and empty except for what looked like a red, one-piece swimsuit hanging on a hook on one of the walls. Samantha went to retrieve it , fully confident that she'd have no trouble fitting into it what with her slender figure and all. As it turned out, putting it on wasn't challenging in the least. The suit offered barely any resistance as it seamlessly stretched over her body. Wearing her new swimsuit, all Sam had to do now was wait for somebody to come in. She didn't have to wait long. The prep room door opened and somebody walked inside. Much to Sam's surprise, it was Lucy from earlier but she was no longer dressed in the professional attire she wore at the desk. Instead, she was wearing a blue swimsuit much like the one Samantha was dressed in, carrying a bag in her right hand as she closed the door behind her with her left. "Hello Sammy", she greeted. "It's good to see you again." "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be greeting the customers", Samantha questioned. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I forget to mention?", Lucy asked in a cheeringly guilty tone. "I'm going on vacation today too." "What? You too?" Samantha asked. "I hope you don't mind me sharing a prep room with you. I suppose with the two of us, things might get a little tight in here, but that's ok. After all, what's a little extra space compared to making new friends?" "A little tight?" Samantha asked, her head riddled with confusion. "What are you talking about?" Lucy giggled as she reached into the bag and pulled out a small remote control device. "Hang on Sammy", Lucy said, "We're about to experience a little bit of turbulence." Before Sam could even respond, Lucy pressed a button on the remote and the device responded with an electronic beep. "Oohhh", Sam moaned as she suddenly felt the fabric of her swimsuit tingling against her skin, catching her unaware. In mere seconds, a strange sensation started to spread throughout her body. "Wh-what's going on?", Sam said, trying to focus away from the influence of her bathing suit. "Don't worry", Lucy reassured as she tossed the bag and the remote aside. "It's a vacation. Enjoy yourself." Sam began to feel bloated in a strange sort of way. The pressure building up inside of her felt rather soft and gentle, like a warm, tropical breeze blowing through her entire body, from her torso down to her limbs and she could feel it accumulating, doubling inside her over and over without halt. Was the swimsuit we was wearing responsible for causing these unusual sensations? Looking over and seeing the blissful look on Lucy's face, Sam wasn't too doubtful that she too was experiencing the same thing. "What are you doing to us?", Sam plead to Lucy "What's wrong with these swimsuits? Why are you..." Sam's line of questions came to a halt upon finding something most unusual about to Lucy. Her chest was expanding, right in front of Sam's disbelieving eyes, her breasts easily boasting from their original size. "Lucy... you're growing", Sam cried, pointing at Lucy's ballooning upper region. "Ha ha, so are you", Lucy laughed as she pointed right back at Sam. Glancing down, Sam's eyes shot wide open as she discovered herself going through the same transformation, her chest blossoming forward as her bosom got bigger and rounder. "Oh my gosh", Sam cried. "What's happening to us?" Sam's surprise only broadened upon looking beyond the dual horizon of her booming breasts to see her formerly flat belly bulging outwards. Her hips and thighs began expanding as well as Sam felt herself pump up. Glancing over at Lucy, Sam could see her formerly-limber physique swelling out much like hers, but it appeared as though Lucy was enjoying it as she began to rub her mammoth tummy. "W-w-we're", Sam stuttered in shock. "We're balloonies!", Lucy happily exclaimed, finishing Sam's sentence as she continued to contently stroke her stomach. Looking back at her own ballooning figure, Sam could see her waistline getting bigger and bigger as she continued to fill up. Her sides were severely plumped, pulling her wider while her stomach was rapidly bulging forward. Her entire body began to round out as her chest and backside puffed out with the rest of her. She could feel herself getting rounder as she experienced the pressure filling her up. "This can't be happening!", Sam screamed, "Please make it stop!" "Sorry Sammy", Lucy said as she took on a similar shape. "We've got more inflating to do." And inflate they did as Sam was submitted to witnessing her entire figure swelling without restraint. Her arms and legs were bloated to the brim, having become puffy appendages that slowly bonded with her bulking body. Her breasts were large and round, much like balloons themselves, easily dominating her upper body and obstructing much of her view. She no longer possessed her slender figure, but instead it looked as though her midsection had swelled well past the size of a beach ball. Sam was about to beg Lucy once more to stop the inflation but before she could, she began to feel herself move about. Realizing the floor was no longer beneath her feet, Sam went into another panic. She mustered a fleeting shriek as she and Lucy began to rise up and take to the air like a couple of stray helium balloons, continuing to expand though their upward voyage. "No, get me down!", Sam cried as she slowly ascended into the air, wiggling her hands and feet in a futile attempt to stop from floating. The two of them had easily dominated most of the prep room with their enormous forms. Lucy took a gander over her own colossal mass to see Samantha fidgeting what little she could as she haplessly moved though the room. "Calm down Sammy." Lucy hollered out to her. "Balloon travel is the way of the future." With the last of their limbs having succumbed into their massive bodies, the two of them were now nearly spherical with the exception of their heads, hands, feet, and two big bulges jutting across the surface of each of their chests. The red and blue swimsuits suiting the limber ladies of earlier where now pulled over two bloated beauties, proving a tight but snug fit for their gargantuan bodies. At this point, it would've been easy to mistake Samantha and Lucy for a seven-foot giant balloons. No longer were they inflating, the tingling of the swimsuits having ceased in midst of the commotion, offering a little relief for poor Sam who just realized it. "Pretty classy, eh Sammy?" Lucy said as she twirled upside-down. "Classy?" Sam fumed. "Are you kidding me? We're blimps! How could you possibly be enjoying this?" "Oh come on", Lucy said. "There's no better way to travel the world than by balloon, especially when you are the balloon. No uncomfortable seats, no five-dollar headsets, no overpriced beverages. It's just us and the open sky." "Speak for yourself! I'm not going anywhere like this!", Sam insisted. "I want to go back to normal. I want my money back." "We can't do that now Sammy", Lucy said as she resumed the upward position. "They've already taken our luggage. You can't get your money back until after we're through with the vacation." "No", Samantha moaned. "You can't be serious." "Why not relax and enjoy yourself?", Lucy said. "After all, we're about to travel in style." Samantha groaned as she leaned backwards. For her, a weekend at home was sounding pretty good right now. A couple days later, two large spheres could be seen floating over the Hawaiian islands. Samantha and Lucy both gazed at the tropical splendor below them as their giant balloon bodies tilted downward. It was truly a spectacular sight for Sam, better than she could ever imagine, and she couldn't wait to deflate and enjoy all it had to offer. As she glanced over at Lucy who was happily wafting through the island breeze, she began to think. Maybe balloon travel is the way of the future, she thought. Come to think of it, I kind of wonder what the Eiffel Tower looks like from up above. The next two weeks were spectacular for Samantha, as she experienced everything she could have ever wanted from an exotic vacation. When she got back to the travel agency, she praised the company for what they did to her and told them that she changed her mind about getting her money back. Lucy on the other hand wasn't quite as fortunate when she got back. As it turned out, customers and employees sharing the same prep room was against company policy, which was believed to result in a possible lawsuit if violated, which Lucy soon found out after a bitter talk with Mr. Swellington. After some harsh words from her former manager, Lucy was fired, despite Samantha's promises not to take legal action. Sam felt terrible about Lucy losing her job for such a simple mistake but Lucy wasn't too upset. She made sure to swipe a couple of the prep room swimsuits and a remote control before leaving the building. To help Lucy out, Sam recommended her for a job at the department store she worked at. Lucy was hired thanks to Sam's kind words and the two of them had become good friends ever since. Every weekend, Lucy comes over to Sam's place and they enjoy their own little, fun vacation, flying first class of course.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, floating, inhale Text: The mid-morning sun shined brightly down upon the bamboo forest surrounding the abandoned temple. Nobody would suspect that something was going on within, unless the occupants decided to come out. Suddenly the two large screen doors lazily open up, pushed open by the middle-aged lady who lived within. She looked outwards from the steps of the temple momentarily, admiring the serene environment around her. "My, it's a good thing I found you today Kamiko. I've never seen such a beautiful day today. Kamiko did not say anything. She just laid there propped up like the big round blue balloon that she had become with the lady's special pill. Still shocked by her pneumatic transformation, Kamiko did not want to bother with speaking, since her puffed-up cheeks muffled her speech. "You seem a little shy. Don't worry I understand. But you should come outside and enjoy this beautiful day with me." Kamiko still stayed put. "How can she expect me to move around as a balloon!?" She thought. Oh, I know what you're thinking. Since your inflated to the maximum, your legs and arms cannot even move, or touch the ground. Well, you're not going to need them anyways. "Not need them? Well, what will I use to move around then!?" Kamiko thought once more. "Try to think about this my dear. How does a balloon move around?" Kamiko thought for a moment. "If you are a balloon, then you will have to learn how to float as well." The lady replied. "Butb. Donbt I neeb do be lrighterb thnb airb?" muffled Kamiko. "That is true, but you have that ability as well. You can make the air inside you disperse slightly and cause you to easily become lighter than the air around you, causing you to float." "Whab!?" "However, it is the most important thing to need to control. You do not want to float away now, do you? You have to keep the air within you steady so that it allows you to float around, yet with you in control of your body." "So, I canb flymb?" "Yes! You can fly freely through the skies! Unhindered by gravity. But unlike a balloon which cannot think and control itself, you can." "It's amazinb!" "With this ability, you can float around on your own, and if you are good enough, you cannot be heard. You can fly into the most highly guarded compound in Japan and back out, and even the most vigilant guards will never know you are there. This is probably the best and most effective form of ninjitsu I have ever devised. I call it Fusenninjitsu." Just listening to what the lady had to say made Kamiko's confidence perk up. It might be a weird and unorthodox method, but maybe it did have some very helpful advantages. "The reason why I only choose women is because our bodies naturally are more flexible and stretchable than any mere man. Why if you were a man my dear Kamiko, you would have popped long ago. A woman's body can stretch during a pregnancy, so I came to the conclusion that a woman could stretch her body even more when conditioned to." "May Ib askb a qwebtionpb? "A question? Why of course." "Whab shalb I useb thisb sacreb artb forb?" "What shall you use it for? Well for one thing, it is an art of great responsibility just like any other. I expect you to use this power only for the well-being of people, not for harming them." "Oh and one other thing my dear girl, no more talking please." The lady added. "Hmm?" Kamiko replied. "Listen to yourself! You sound like a squirrel with its cheeks full of nuts! You sound so silly!" Kamiko furrowed her brow and blushed in embarrassment. She hardly noticed how her speech was coming out muffled due to her puffed up cheeks. "And remember, any ninja must rely on stealth and silence! You are not exactly an effective ninja if you are carrying on a conversation while snooping around!" Kamiko made a mental note to say nothing at all. She herself knew that ninjas needed to be silent, but she also worried about how she could make no noise with her inflated body. "Speaking of silence, try moving yourself around girl." Obeying the woman's request, Kamiko was able to only slightly flap her arms and feet, but when she did she noticed some dull creaking and squeaking sounds came from her. "Whenever you rub a balloon, it squeaks. Correct?" Kamiko could only nod her head in agreement. "This is what makes disciplining yourself a challenge with my technique. Your body constantly makes noise when in its inflated state due to the tight and rubbery nature of you right now. The suit helps you inflate to this size, but the rubber also works against you with its noise. This is why all your moves must be slight and cautious! And you will have to do this in many different states of inflation!" She had never been lectured like this before, but Kamiko absorbed every word in her mind. "By the way, do not worry about using any mannerisms to show that you agree or disagree with me. I only expect you to do what I show you!" "She is going to show me everything? How can I trust her?" Kamiko pondered. "But before we move on to improving your stealth, the most important thing right now is to control the gas inside of you." After hearing this, Kamiko's eyes immediately lit up with glee. "I can see you are eager to deflate yourself, but you will not release all the air out of you in a flash. It takes time when you are a novice. First, enter a state of meditation by closing your eyes." Kamiko gently closed her eyes. "Then concentrate, focus on imagining what the inside of your body is like. Imagine all the gas inside and think about it being a part of you since it is inside you." "Concentrate, concentrate." Kamiko chanted within her head. She imagined her insides as a giant cavernous space, filled with gas. "Now spread that control of the gas to the control of your body. Just as a balloon can have the air squeezed out by a pair of hands, pretend that your body can gain strength over the gas inside you and force it out!" The meditation made Kamiko feel more confident over her inflated state. She kept trying to imagine her control over the gas and then her body. She at first just shifted from one control to the other, but finally she could evenly shift her willpower. Suddenly she heard a slight hissing sound. She increased her concentration a bit more and the hissing sound got louder and heavier. Kamiko felt her body contracting, squeezing the gas out of her available orifices, particularly her behind. "Good! Good my girl! Now of course you cannot make this much noise while deflating, but that is something you will work on later. Still concentrating and deflating, Kamiko took these words from her mentor to heart, and tried to control the sound of the air escaping. She scrunched up her face and tried to control herself even more... ...But suddenly her control slipped. The gas in her body immediately started to gush out in larger quantities, and the calm hissing sound immediately became a loud and rude fart-like blat. Kamiko rocketed off the ground and started looping and zooming around the space in the forest like an overfilled balloon that's been punctured. She screamed in fright as she helplessly bounced off of bamboo stalks and looped like a cart wheeler in midair. Finally the air supply inside of her ran out inside and she landed butt-first on the ground, tumbled in a straight line, and stopped right at her mentor's feet. The woman just calmly looked down at the dizzy and disoriented Kamiko and shook her head. Kamiko could only groan in pain. She sat up and rubbed her aching head. Her body was back to what it looked like before she inflated. "Like I said, you should not have tried to concentrate on deflating yourself silently, that takes a different type of concentration. Instead you tried focusing too much on trying to control the gas coming out of you, and in the process your body did not accept the sudden change in tension." "Ohhhhhh, o kay." "When inflated, you must treat your body gently in order to control it! You are in a very vulnerable state! By the way, are you hurt?" "I, I don't think so." "Good, it does not look like you are, so let us continue to the next lesson. Now you have to inflate yourself again." "What?" "Yes, but this time you will not need the pill that I gave you the first time. That was just a concoction I used, since you and the other girls do not know how to inflate naturally from the start. "Oh, I see. But is inflating myself just like deflating myself?" "Yes! But instead it is the opposite way! Plus you have to use more effort on your behalf to let the gas fill you up. Now lets begin!" Kamiko closed her eyes and tried to concentrate again. "I see you are ahead of me again. Please do not try to jump ahead of me too much! I do not want to see you kill yourself." "Yes sensei." Kamiko said. "Right. Now this meditation is different from when you deflated yourself. Try to imagine yourself as the balloon again, except you need air now. Balloons in a way need air as a young baby needs mother's milk. Try to imagine yourself communicating with the air particles outside, beckon them to enter you." Kamiko slightly furrowed her brow and started slightly sucking air in through her mouth. "Now, pick up the pace a little more. But in little tiny baby-steps." Kamiko complied and carefully sucked in more air. "Remember to concentrate on distributing the air to all parts of your body! Make the air miss your lungs!" Now Kamiko focused on redirecting the air within her to other areas in her body. She could feel the air traveling not only to her midsection, but also to her legs, arms, and other cavities within her. Now her body was beginning to bulge outwards. Her stomach began to distend, and her appendages began to plump themselves slightly in unison to her expanding stomach. It was like the first inflation, but now every part of her body was more neatly coordinated. "Good! Good my girl! You are filling up well!" As she felt the stretching and tightening sensation all over her body, Kamiko felt a lot differently about her 'second' inflation. She felt an erotic sensation tingle all over her steadily expanding body as the shiny blue rubber of the suit pulled and tightened to accommodate her taut skin. She expanded further and further, her limbs continued to bulge into round soft shapes and her body kept transforming into an orb-like appearance. After about a minute of inflating, she looked like a twelve-foot sphere in diameter, and her limbs were now half-merged into her large body. Kamiko's cheeks on her face were full of air, making them bulge out. It was harder to suck in the air since her cheeks were in the way of the airflow, but she did her best to keep the current of air consistent. Just as she began lose balance and tip over onto her backside, Kamiko instead began to lift off into the air. She now was slowly flying off into the sky like a child's balloon at a carnival. "Before for you fly off my dear, I'll have to keep you tethered!" The woman grabbed a long loop of rope from her robe and quickly tied it snugly around Kamiko's right ankle. "You can stop filling up now. Let's concentrate on flying." Kamiko stopped sucking in the air and she immediately stopped growing. She was at least fifteen or sixteen feet in diameter, both her arms and legs were just puffed-up cones sticking out of her huge globe of a body, with little hands and feet poking out of the tips. Her round cheeks had a noticeable blush on them since Kamiko still felt a little funny about inflating herself, but still she felt in control of her body. "I'm surprised how quickly you learned how to control yourself, despite that little mishap you had a little earlier. But since you're the only student I have had in a while, there is not really any other people to compare you with." As the woman spoke, Kamiko could only just look down at her with her eyes. She couldn't even see the woman over the huge shiny blue dome that formerly was her flat muscular stomach. All she could do was judge that she was at least ten feet from the ground. "Now since you are lighter than air, try to imagine yourself floating forwards in a straight horizontal line. Your willpower will allow you to navigate the skies." Kamiko started to imagine herself floating forwards in controlled flight. Immediately she began to move face first towards the bamboo stalks at the end of the clearing. "Perfect my girl! Now remember to stop before you get too close to the bamboo poles!" The poles were rapidly approaching, and Kamiko imagined herself stopping. However, this was a little more difficult than speeding up. She could only decrease her speed slowly whereas her acceleration began promptly and quickly. Kamiko kept focusing on slowing down, and she managed to get down to at least snail's pace, but she bumped softly headfirst into one of the bamboo stalks. This bump caused her to tumble upwards and in the meantime the knot around her ankle broke loose. She was now slowly floating upwards without much control. The woman tried to grab Kamiko, but she could jump high enough to reach. Immediately, Kamiko began to mentally panic, and sweatdrops began to bead from of the pores of her forehead. "Do not panic! You need to keep in control my girl!" "That's easy for you to say!" Kamiko thought. "But, I need to keep myself stabilized!" She tried to keep herself cool and collected, but Kamiko was at least fifty feet from the ground, and she was heading over the bamboo stalks and out of the view of the woman on the ground. "Come back! Control yourself! Imagine your body stabilizing back into a horizontal straight line!" The hapless Kamiko had flown completely over the tall imposing stalks of the bamboo forest, and was now gone from the woman's sight. All the woman could do was close her eyes and sigh in disappointment. "I cannot believe I failed. And now I have probably caused that poor girl to sail off into oblivion." "And I did not even know her name." The saddened woman hung her head low and headed back to the abandoned temple. She entered and slowly closed the door behind her. Immediately the lady walked to the middle of the temple, sat down on the floor, and cross her legs. All she could do was meditate and think about what she did wrong, and to the days when she felt like a more capable teacher. After about five minutes of somber reflection, the light entering the cracks in the old rickety temple's ceiling planks was suddenly blocked by a large object passing in front of the sun. The woman opened her eyes and took notice. "Could it be? Did she make it?" She questioned. "Then again, It might be just a hawk." The woman closed her eyes again. A few moments later, she heard a knock on the temple's door. She opened her eyes, quickly got up, and walked carefully but swiftly towards the door. Upon reaching the door, the lady grabbed its edge, slid it back, and saw Kamiko staring back at her. Kamiko was floating right near the entrance to the porch that lead up to the doors of the temple. She steadily hovered one foot off the ground and looked like she was in total control. After the lady opened the door, Kamiko began to float backwards, and the she stopped. "It looks like I still have underestimated your ability to learn, my dear." Kamiko little pout lips, squeezed between her balloon-like cheeks, curled up into a little smile. The woman followed with a quick little confident grin herself, but then she asked Kamiko one question... "By the way, what is your name?" Kamiko rolled her round pneumatic body towards the right until her hand was pointed towards the ground. She stuck her finger out and began to write her name in kanji in the dirt below her. After she was done, Kamiko floated upwards a bit to allow the woman to read. "Kamiko? What a fitting name." The woman stepped forwards, and began to speak. "My name is Tomoko. I am the only keeper of the art of the Fuusenkunoichi. I have had few students, and now I am happy to have you as one of my pupils." After listening to Tomoko, Kamiko rolled to the right again and wrote a sentence into the dirt, and it read... "Mata keiko kudasai?" (Can I learn more?) Tomoko smiled and said, "Well then, we might as well."

Tags: Breast Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Hourglass Inflation, Female Inflation, competition, floating, magic Text: A jolt shot through Janna's spine as the carriage hit another rut. She shot an irritated glance at her escort. "You'd think that with all of Prince Thorne's riches, he could afford to keep the roads in better condition." Baron Hughes merely stroked his mustache and looked out the carriage window into the night. "The Prince is a recluse," he said distractedly. "He likes to be certain that he only receives visitors who truly have the desire to see him." "Do you think many will show for tonight's festivities?" "The Prince's parties are always well attended. He's quite popular among the kingdom's notable figures," he said, leering at Janna's legs. Her stockings had been made from enchanted silk. They shimmered in the moonlight that filled the cart. "The entertainment is always quite a spectacle. The Prince is known throughout many lands for his taste for the exotic." "Among other things." Janna slapped the Baron's wandering hand. "I'm quite aware that I'm irresistible, my good Baron, but my thighs were not included in our bargain." The portly noble smiled graciously. "Please forgive my transgression, Milady. But I would have you know that had I seen you as you appear now, I would have taken a far different tack in our negotiations." Janna couldn't suppress a smile. The Baron, despite being an unapologetic scoundrel, was quite charming. Of course she knew that meant he couldn't be trusted. She was indeed beautiful that night, more so than she'd even been in her life. Her gown was woven from sparkling silver threads and adorned with thousands of tiny jewels. The neckline plunged provocatively towards her navel, with much of her alabaster skin exposed through the lacing that held the front of the gown together. For this evening she'd pinned up her long, lustrous black hair, with a few well placed curls cascading behind her ears and down the back of her neck. "You've been paid, and handsomely so," Janna replied. Entrance to the Prince's parties was notoriously difficult to secure. Janna had provided the Baron with several rare crystals and a large sum of gold in exchange for the privilege of accompanying him, along with the promise of more if her plan were successful. She'd told him that she intended to seduce the Prince with her charms. It was a lie. Everything she'd told the Baron about herself was a lie. Her name wasn't really Janna. Her real name hadn't been uttered in so many years that it no longer mattered. Among the authorities of nine nations she was known as Shannah Darkmoon, one of the most notorious thieves of the realms. Her career had provided her with much wealth; she wasn't after the Prince's money. Prince Thorne was a collector of various treasures rare and enchanted. He had spirit orbs, unicorn blood, homonculus teeth, gryphon claws, dragon's heart. There were even rumors that the Prince had in his possession one of the legendary philosopher's stones. These were things that money couldn't buy, not even hers. Janna had learned that the bartering market for such items was a good market to be in. After successfully relieving a number of wealthy merchants of their most prized treasures, she hatched a plan to raid Prince Thorne's stash. This was no easy task. The Prince kept his most precious possessions in a vault in his personal chambers. The only people who ever saw the inside of that sanctum were the Prince and those select few who on occasion shared his intimate company. She knew that if she could get into the Prince's bed, she could rob him blind and be gone before he stirred from sleep. "We're nearing the castle, darling. If you're going to dress up for Prince Thorne, you'd best get to it." "Thank you, Baron." She grasped the silver heart-shaped pendant hanging around her neck. With a quick flick of her finger she opened it, revealing a coarse white powder inside. Janna licked a finger and carefully dipped it into the powder. Voluptaas sand was extremely potent, so she needed only a few grains. She daintily licked her finger again as she closed the pendant. The magic would take effect shortly. In the land far to the west there was an isolated village that had come to be known as Voluptaas, named after the magical sands of an isolated beach there. Nobody knew exactly what produced them. All that was known was that a few grains of sand out of many millions were enchanted. When such a grain came into contact with a woman's skin for an extended time it would be absorbed and cause her to swell with gas in such a way that made her more appealing to many men. The effect when ingested was even more dramatic; a woman who consumed the sand would inflate quickly and spectacularly. Only a few people knew the secret to harvesting the sand, and even for them the process was extremely difficult and laborious. But Janna had had the good fortune to rob a man who had managed to acquire a significant quantity. Now the sand was hers, and she would use it acquire even greater treasures. Janna closed her eyes as she felt herself begin to swell. Her firm bosom filled with enchanted gas, forcing her breasts outwards. In a few moments, they were the size of large melons, her gown stretching to accommodate them. The pendant sat nestled in her impressive cleavage. She smiled at her newly pronounced figure. "These should get the Prince's attention, don't you think?" "They certainly have mine," the Baron breathed in admiration. The Prince's estate was a breathtaking sight even when there wasn't an event going on. The glistening spires of the castle reached skyward, and the surrounding walls enclosed expansive gardens. Guests of rank from miles around milled about in the open spaces. Hughes led her into the festival hall to meet Prince Thorne. "Your Highness," he said, bowing reverently as he reached the Prince. "Baron Hughes!" the Prince beamed, "Welcome to my home. And who might your lovely companion be?" he asked, letting his lustful gaze linger on her. "This is Janna, my lord." Janna extended her hand as she bowed, offering a clear view of her endowments. "It is the highest of honors to meet you, Prince Thorne." Noting the Prince's rapt attention, she indulged in a moment of proud satisfaction. This could turn out to be easier than she'd thought. But her optimism faded as she rose and saw a woman approach. "My Prince, I didn't realize you'd be accompanied this evening," Hughes said, clearly taken off guard. "Ah yes, allow me to introduce you to a young lady whose acquaintance I've only recently made myself. This is Lady Belinda." A tall woman with sparkling green eyes and flowing red hair greeted them. She wore a gown of deep purple velvet that clung to her extraordinarily generous curves. Janna had thought her bust would the most impressive present this evening, but Lady Belinda's scooped neckline revealed bulging flesh that surpassed her at least by half. It was obvious why the Prince had taken to her so quickly. "Lady Belinda, this is Baron Hughes and his companion, Janna." "Lovely to meet you both," she purred. "I've heard many great things about you, Baron." "Surely the Prince is too kind," he replied. "Please excuse us," the Prince said, "I must make the rounds, royal duties and all. We shall discuss our business later, Baron." With a farewell nod, he departed to greet some of the other guests, Lady Belinda on his arm. Hughes led Janna out to the gardens. Many of the Prince's marvels were on display. Several mermaids frolicked in the pool while guests were entertained by the renowned Pegasus Guard performing aerobatics overhead. "You didn't tell me about her!" Janna hissed as soon as they were out of earshot. "I didn't know," Hughes protested. "I don't know where she came from. Surely he would have mentioned a woman of her magnitude before." "No matter," she snapped as she opened her pendant. She quickly placed several grains of the sand on her tongue. "Are you sure that's wise?" "Look around, there's magic all about. Besides, he'll be too enamored by my figure to contemplate how I acquired it." Hughes quickly positioned himself to shield Janna from view, his portly physique serving quite well for the task. After some time, Janna began to balloon in front of him. He heard a soft hissing as her breasts grew fuller and rounder, doubling and redoubling in size. As her expansion trailed off, he noticed an increased plumpness in her hips as well. "Milady, I don't mean to be impertinent, but your--" "Yes, my backside is a bit bigger as well. The Voluptaas sand is potent, and the effects spread as the dosage increases. Hopefully the Prince doesn't have a filly with even greater endowments in his stable, or my plans for the evening might be in peril." She grinned as she smoothed her gown over her newly enhanced body. "Now let's see if I can lure the Prince away from Lady Belinda. You may get your final payment yet. Let's give the Prince some time to attend to his 'royal duties,' then we'll see how Belinda fares when confronted with my full glory." After waiting for a while, Hughes sought out the Prince with the impressively busty Janna in tow. He had just finished chatting with Lord Raphael when they approached him and his consort. "Greetings, my Prince. I trust business is going well?" Baron Hughes said, bowing. "Your Highness," Janna chimed in, performing a deep curtsy to ensure Prince Thorne got a good look at her new figure. Janna made quite an impression. "My goodness, Hughes," Prince Thorne said, "it appears you have a bit more company now than when you first arrived." "Indeed," Lady Belinda sneered coldly as she looked Janna over with a withering stare. "Please excuse me, Prince Thorne, I think I need to touch up a bit. Perhaps the Baron's tavern wench can fetch me fresh drink while I'm away." She shot a smirk in Janna's direction as she departed. "Janna, I--" "No, that's quite alright," Janna interjected into the Baron's stammering. "I shall go fetch some champagne for the Lady." She had not accomplished all she had without learning to spot a threat when it presented itself. Lady Belinda's attitude was more than condescending; it was distressing. Janna excused herself and went to find one of the servers. She returned with a glass for herself, and one for Lady Belinda. "Please forgive Lady Belinda," Prince Thorne said to Janna. "She comes from a prestigious line of nobles, and can sometimes be a bit coarse with--" he paused, searching his thoughts for a polite way of acknowledging Janna's lack of title. But at no moment did he pull his eyes from Janna's cleavage. "My Prince, I am humbled," Janna replied, feigning awe. "Your are the ruler of this land, and I am your loyal subject. You need never apologize to the likes of me." His eyes finally met hers and drank in her fawning gaze. "I rule this land at the pleasure of my father, and he has taught me all I know of the ways of governance. A noble is nothing without his subjects, and the ruler who forgets that does so at his own peril. It is my pleasure to share your company." "Please let me assure you that the pleasure is all mine." Janna deployed her most devastating smile as her eyes remained locked with the Prince's. I've got him now, she thought as she let their shared moment linger. Lady Belinda retreated to a secluded corner of the castle, trying to hide her panic. What were the chances that someone else had access to that much Voluptaas sand? She took several deep breaths to calm herself. For years she had dreamed of winning the Prince's heart. When one of her father's serfs had discovered the abandoned cache of a long deceased sage on their land, she was convinced it was a message from the heavens; she was destined to be with the Prince. "Calm yourself, Belinda, this isn't a catastrophe," she said softly to herself, trying to gather her nerves. She reached for the tiny vial tucked into one of the folds of her gown. The heavens had given her the means to become Prince Thorne's dream woman, but in order to do so she had to muster the courage herself. Quickly, before her fear had time to sink in and paralyze her, Belinda poured some of the sand into her hand and licked it from her palm. She knew it was rash and imprudent to take that much. The sand was normally found only a few grains at a time, and she wasn't certain what such a large amount would do. She instantly had a flash of regret. "What have I done?" she whispered to herself as she waited for the magic to take effect. Much to her surprise, her fear quickly faded. The very decisiveness of her action had emboldened her and cemented her resolve. Her confidence swelled along with her body as the sand imposed its will upon her. "One of those glasses is for me, I presume," Lady Belinda quipped as she returned. Janna grudgingly looked away from the Prince. "Why yes, Milady, it's--" she nearly dropped the glass that she'd extended towards Lady Belinda. She was huge. Janna surmised that Lady Belinda's gown must have been woven from heavily enchanted threads for it to have survived being stretched around her enormous curves. Janna had suspected that the Lady's body had been the gift of the same magic that had provided her own, but she wasn't prepared for how far she was willing to go to impress the Prince. Her breasts were simply enormous, jutting out before her like two fleshy pumpkins. Her bust was half again as wide as her shoulders, quaking with each step she took. And she had to walk slowly. She'd taken so much of the Voluptaas sand that her whole body was swollen. Her hips were nearly as wide as her bust, and her full, firm posterior formed a shelf behind her. Janna had studied the Voluptaas sand extensively before setting off on her mission. There was very little recorded on the effects of large doses, simply because large doses were so rare; the sand was normally found only a few grains at a time. But there were a few scarce writings on the dangers of an overdose, and the symptoms thereof. Lady Belinda's belly had swollen to the size that one would typically see on a woman in the latter stages of pregnancy. Although her bosom and her haunches were far too large by comparison for anyone else to notice, Janna took note. Lady Belinda had consumed a dangerous amount of the sand, and it showed. Both Baron Hughes and Prince Thorne openly gawked at Lady Belinda's comically curvaceous body. "Um, I, um, Milady, you've...you've certainly touched up quite a bit," was all Prince Thorne could manage to say. Janna recognized the fire of unbridled lust smoldering behind his eyes. "Why, yes, I have," Lady Belinda tittered, coyly bringing her delicate hand to her mouth. "It seems there are a number of fantastic spectacles on display tonight, and I think I'd feel out of place if I didn't try to keep up." A satisfied smile stayed fixed to her face as she stared directly at Janna. It was all Janna could do to keep from visibly fuming. With the men incapacitated, Janna took control of the situation. "Prince, Baron, I'm so sorry. We ladies have been distracting you all evening. Didn't you say you had some business to discuss?" "I'm sure it can wait," Prince Thorne muttered, unable to take his eyes off Belinda's overflowing neckline. "Your Highness," Baron Hughes said, tugging at the Prince's elbow, "there is a matter of some importance I need to discuss with you." "Excellent!" Janna chirped. "You gentlemen can take care of more weighty matters while Belinda and I enjoy each other's company and a tour of the castle grounds." Before anyone could protest, she took Belinda by the arm and led her out towards the garden. In her terribly turgid state, Lady Belinda had to walk slowly; Janna felt like she was guiding a pack mule. Although Belinda had swollen up to a size that most men would consider freakish, the Prince's tastes favored such excesses. She was probably convinced that she'd won. Janna and Belinda strolled through the Prince's garden with Belinda looking smug and Janna looking worried. Janna fretfully clasped the champagne in front of her, while Belinda brandished hers like a scepter. Janna realized her plan was in danger. Perhaps she could win this duel of distension with Belinda, but even if she did her victory would be as hollow as the Lady's inflated bosom. Belinda was already huge, and if Janna chose to surpass her she'd be in no condition to loot the Prince's hoard. After a long, awkward silence, Janna spoke. "Lady Belinda, it appears we're both vying for the Prince's attention." "Yes," she replied, "and by the looks of things, I'm winning." Her full lips curled into a grin. Janna placed a hand on Belinda's shoulder. "The Voluptaas sand is very powerful, and quite dangerous in large doses. I fear that if this oneupmanship continues, then one or both of us will wind up in a very – precarious situation. Really, just look at you! I can tell by the swell of your belly that you're already pushing the safe limits of the sand's magic." "Yes, and I'm quite willing to push those limits. I intend to win Prince Thorne's heart by whatever means necessary. We both know what he looks for in a woman. I'm happy to take whatever risks are required to ensure that I'm the one he chooses. If you're not, then you'd best step aside while your dignity is still intact." Janna had to summon every last bit of her will to suppress her rage. How dare she? She'd bloated herself up like some rutting bullfrog, and then had the gall to speak of dignity? She took a deep breath to gather herself, ignoring the groans of protest from her lacings. She chose her words carefully. "Milady, I'm quite aware of the Prince's proclivities. Nonetheless, I believe this contest will not be won or lost based on bosoms alone. The Prince is a sophisticated man, and I'm sure he can be swayed by a sufficiently charming companion. And, unlike you, I have charms that weren't harvested on the shores of Voluptaas and crammed into a poorly fitted evening gown." Belinda suddenly stopped walking and spun to face Janna, who had to take a hasty step backwards to avoid squeezing their immense busts together. "Are you quite certain of that?" she snapped. "You seemed eager enough to pump yourself up when you thought you could take the advantage from me." "I'm quite certain." Janna smirked, confident now that Belinda would take the bait. "Well then, would you be willing to offer your word of honor in a truce?" "I'll not back down, Milady." "You won't have to. But if you're so very confident that you can snatch up the Prince's heart with your silver tongue and inferior décolletage, then you won't be averse to ending this little escalation of ours. What I propose is this: Since, as you've already pointed out, continuing to ingest the Voluptaas sand beyond what we've already consumed will result in us playing a very dangerous game, we should both agree that neither of us will partake of any more of such magick for the remainder of our time with the Prince." Janna sneered. "That's quite big of you, considering your endowments are currently far larger than mine." Belinda shrugged, sending a tremor through her curvaceous, tightly bound body. "You claimed your charm is sufficient to carry the day. Or was that just a bunch of hot air?" Janna set her mouth in firm determination. "Fine then. I accept your offer of truce. We shall both eschew the use of the sand in pursuit of the Prince from here forward." "Excellent!" She raised her glass. "Shall we drink to it?" "Well, I suppose we must seal our agreement." "How shall we toast our peacemaking?" Janna pursed her lips thoughtfully, then raised her own glass. "Here's to you being the bigger woman, and to the power of feminine guile." "Indeed." Belinda touched her glass to Janna's with a delicate clink, and they both drank. Janna heaved a sigh of relief. "I am truly happy we were able to work this out, Lady Belinda." Belinda chuckled. "I'm surprised you agreed to the truce, since I clearly have the upper hand here." "I feel I must confess, Milady. The truce is actually of little consequence to me, since I doubt I have enough of the sand to keep up with you." "Oh really? Only had a small supply of it then?" Janna cast her gaze down. "No, no, I had quite a bit of it. Enough to keep an army of peasant girls looking fertile. But while you were away 'touching up', I dumped most of it into your champagne." Belinda's rosy cheeks immediately paled. "No," she gasped. "Yes. I didn't want to make peace with you, I just wanted to get you outside." Janna grinned. "If you hadn't been raised as a sheltered, pampered noble, then perhaps you'd know better than to be rude to someone who's going to be alone with your drink." "But, but – dear gods, no!" Belinda squeaked in terror. "I'm already far too swollen! Please, tell me you're merely jesting! Surely I'll burst!" Janna took the Lady's glass and looked it over, mildly annoyed. "Oh, you may very well burst, but it's hardly certain. You didn't finish your champagne." Belinda's hands flew to her stomach as she felt the pressure building. "What have you done, you crazy wench? I'm going to be enormous! Stop this at once!" Her already overfilled bosom was rapidly rising towards her chin. "Well there's nothing I can do now," she chirped. "I think I'll just sit back and enjoy the spectacle." "Nooooo--" Belinda wailed as her body filled with gas. First her already overflowing bosom surged forward, growing rounder and tighter as it stretched out her gown. But her belly soon followed suit, gaining rapidly in girth as the sand's influence filled out her hips and plumped her thighs. "But we had an agreement!" "Yes, and that agreement was that neither of us would partake of the sand. If anything, you're the one who's broken our truce. It's only fitting that you pay the price." Belinda's belly grew larger and larger, forcing her to widen her already precarious stance. She pressed her hands down on her expanding bulges, desperately trying to contain them. It was no use. The gas continued to flow, forcing her arms and legs to swell. "Unngh!" she grunted as she fell forward. She would have fallen to her knees, had they touched the ground before her stomach. "My, you're coming along nicely," Janna said. "I think I'll go enjoy the show from the balcony." "Please, don't leave me like this!" Belinda pleaded. So strong was the magic of the sand, her limbs had begun to swell and the only motion she could muster was an awkward wobbling. "Oh don't worry, you won't be like this very long. Quite soon you'll be much larger." Although it pained her to waste so much of the sand, it had served its purpose. Janna dumped the remainder of Belinda's champagne into a nearby bush and walked away. As she entered the festival hall, she set Belinda's glass on the tray of a passing servant. "I think the champagne's a little off," she grinned. "It appears to have upset Lady Belinda's stomach." Janna entered the banquet hall, scanning the guests for the Prince. He'd not yet returned. Sighing, she made her way up the grand spiral staircase to the balcony. She had an excellent view of the castle grounds, and briefly observed the guests milling about the pool. The merfolk were splashing about acrobatically, much to the delight of onlookers. She turned her attention to the garden, and quickly caught sight of Lady Belinda. She'd blown up into a huge sphere, the purple velvet of her gown stretched tightly about the massive curves of her swollen body. Several guests had noticed her predicament and had gathered around her, but they gave her plenty of room as though they feared she might explode. The sand continued to inflate her; she remained covered by her gown above and her overstretched stockings below. When she had blown up to the point where her body towered over twice the height of the nearest guest and only her delicately groomed hands, feet, and head protruded from her taut body, she began to rise ever so slowly from the grounds. As Janna bemusedly watched the Lady drift up into the night sky, she noticed a panicked Baron Hughes fretting among the crowd that had gathered around Lady Belinda. "Madame Janna?" came the voice from behind her. Janna turned to see the Prince approaching her. "Yes, Your Highness?" "I'm quite chagrined to admit that I appear to have lost track of my companion. Have you seen Lady Belinda? I checked the garden, and there was no sign of her." "Oh her? She's departed for the evening. I think the champagne disagreed with her. She mentioned something about feeling rather bloated, then she just up and left. She seemed rather distressed at the time." The Prince furrowed his brow. "Hmm, I wonder what could have bothered her so much that she would have left without bidding me farewell." Janna smirked. "If I had to guess, I'd say buoyancy. But if your Highness is feeling abandoned, I'm certain we could find for you passable, if slightly less pneumatic, companionship." Prince Thorne walked up to her and placed an arm around her waist. "My dear Janna, you're almost as cryptic as you are intriguing, and even more cryptic than you are voluptuous." He waved his hand, and a servant appeared. "Would you like a drink? But perhaps we should avoid the champagne." "I'd love one!" He took two glasses from the servant and presented one to Janna. "A delicate white wine, bottled on the hills of – my goodness, there appears to be a large orb floating over my walnut grove!" Janna looked out and saw Lady Belinda hovering in the distance. Oh no, why hasn't she popped yet? "My dear Prince," she purred, "I'm sure your staff can attend to anything that needs attending to. Besides, what's more interesting? Some random orb in the sky," she inhaled deeply, straining the laces on the front of her gown and puffing up her bosom, "or the orbs right here within your reach?" Thorne briefly contemplated the floating ball far off in the sky and quickly decided. "Well, if Lady Belinda doesn't deem me worthy of her company, I shall have to find someone more amenable. Have you anyone in mind?" "I think I do," she murmured. Prince Thorne smiled. "Shall we go find her then?" He quickly drained his glass as he offered his arm to Janna. "Let's." Janna did likewise. A servant appeared instantly to retrieve their empty glasses. The Prince has had quite a bit of wine tonight, she thought. Excellent. Feeling suddenly bold, rather than taking his arm, she spun him towards her and pulled him into a deep kiss. He held her tightly, pressing against her as he ran his hands along her body. "We should retreat to my chambers," he whispered into her ear. "But what of your guests, my Prince?" She didn't want to seem too eager. "Baron Hughes is an old childhood friend of mine; I can trust him to take care of things in my absence." "But what will they think?" "My darling Janna, one of the privileges of being Prince is not having to concern oneself with such trivialities." "Well then, my Prince, let us go-- let us – Oh, my!" Janna was overcome by a tingling sensation that covered her entire body. She knew the feeling, she'd felt it before but never this strongly. But how? "I feel strange," she gasped. The tingling intensified, and Janna began to inflate. "Are you alright?" the Prince asked, perplexed. But it soon became clear to him that she was not. Janna's swollen bosom rapidly swelled to an even greater size. Her hips and thighs quickly followed suit, stretching the shimmering cloth of her gown. In mere moments she had reached the size Belinda had been when last the Prince saw her, but Janna's growth didn't even give her the briefest of respite before she soon surpassed that and pushed her to greater magnitudes. "Something is wrong!" Janna cried out, panicked. Her belly was filling, surging forth and lifting her bosom. "Please, Your Highness, help me!" "With all due respect, my dear, it appears you have more than enough help already." Janna's breath came in rapid, terrified gasps as her entire body ballooned. Her limbs quickly became useless as she inflated into a giant sparkling ball. And she showed no signs of stopping. If anything, her expansion was accelerating. Her clothes pulled ever tighter against her increasing girth, the tension forcing her swollen flesh to bulge out of every available opening. She knew exactly what was happening as she'd seen Belinda experience the same fate. Somehow she'd absorbed a large amount of the Voluptaas sand. She looked down at her locket checking if it had somehow leaked, but it remained intact as it rested upon her rising chest. How did this happen? she thought in a frenzy. Prince Thorne stepped back as the pale sphere which Janna had become grew ever larger, towering above him. She was so huge that by now several guests in the garden below had noticed the growing presence on the balcony. "What in heaven's name is happening to you, Janna?" the Prince asked, with only a hint of concern in his voice. Janna wasn't certain whether his nonchalance was due to his experience with magical oddities or simple princely decorum. "I don't know, Your Highness! Please, send for help, I'm blowing up and I don't know how much more I can take!" At that, the Prince took another timid step backwards, an Janna began to slowly rise from the balcony. "Oh no!" "Please stay calm, Janna. I've the Pegasus Guard on hand, I shall send them to fetch you!" He watched as she drifted up into the darkness of the night sky, growing rapidly larger and blocking out the light from the moon. This is a catastrophe, Janna thought to herself as the ground fell away from her feet. Earlier in the evening she was worried about whether she'd be able to get the Prince's loot. Now her main concern was simply getting out of this predicament in one piece. But that seemed less likely with each passing moment. She was expanding at an astounding rate, stretching farther, larger, faster than she ever thought possible. How big am I? Her body had started a slow, lazy turn in the sky. Though her own turgid form filled most of her field of view, Janna found herself alternately looking at the moon above and the castle below. She could see the shadow she cast on the ground, and it covered much of the Prince's residence. By the stars, I'm huge! The sound was quiet at first, but the soft groan of her overtaxed skin steadily grew louder in her ears. Janna felt her cheeks fill with gas as her burgeoning flesh threatened to overwhelm her face. Her skin began to glow as the immense power of the magic inflating her fought with her drum-tight skin's attempt to return to its normal shape. "No," she whimpered as the groan became a roar, "this can't be happening!" But the sand was relentless, and the groan grew louder as Janna grew ever larger and ever brighter. Shannah Darkmoon, greatest thief the realms had ever known, was now a huge, helpless, shining globe floating away into the endless darkness of the night sky. Prince Thorne smiled up at expanding orb above. "So that was the great Shannah Darkmoon, Yosef?" When there were others around they were careful to use their titles to maintain royal decorum, but when they were alone the old friends were far more familiar. Baron Hughes had joined the Prince on the balcony. "Indeed it was, Peter. Or rather it is. For now, at least. She's rather tenacious. I hope she lasts long enough to drift out of earshot before she blows." Prince Thorne raised an eyebrow. "Did you really put that much into her wine?" Hughes held up the vial that had fallen from Lady Belinda's gown as she'd inflated. Even after he'd spiked Janna's drink with enough of the powder to render her helpless, it was still nearly full. Hughes shrugged. "Only time will tell. If we do find evidence of her destruction, then I fully intend to collect that bounty from you." "Fair enough, my friend," Thorne chuckled. "I suppose I should reassure the masses." Prince Thorne stepped to the edge of the balcony where he could be seen and applauded the show. The assembled onlookers, understandably concerned at watching not just one but two of the Prince's guests blow up and drift away, were calmed. They joined Prince Thorne in applauding the display. As far as they knew, it was just another one of the Prince's spectacles. "Another fine party, Your Highness!" "Thank you Baron Dexter, it was a pleasure to have your company." Prince Thorne was bidding farewell as the last of his guests departed. Baron Hughes stayed behind. Their duties allowed the two men little time together, so he would be a guest of the Prince for several days. "I have a surprise for you, Peter," he said after all of the guest had departed and the servants had set about cleaning up. "Oh really?" "In the inner courtyard." They walked through the castle into the private inner garden, and the Prince saw what Hughes had in store. He came upon a massive purple balloon secured beneath a canopy fashioned from thick ropes which had been staked into the ground. The Prince was confused until he saw a slender hand protruding from its side. "Lady Belinda?" the Prince queried as he walked around the huge sphere to see her face. Her bright red hair was disheveled, and by the look on her face she'd had quite a strenuous evening, but it was indeed the Lady. "After Miss Darkmoon departed, I sent the Pegasus Guard out to retrieve her," Baron Hughes said. "I shall leave you alone for a spell." With a bow, he left the courtyard. "Please forgive my current state, Your Highness," the Lady said, attempting to nod at the Prince as he approached, and only barely succeeding. "Please, Milady, let me apologize for you having such a harrowing experience here." He was still looking her over. Her gown had been stretched to a thin film over her body, her head and hands ludicrously tiny on her enormously inflated form. "I fear I may be stuck like this forever," she said, tears forming in her eyes. "Fear not, Milady," the Prince said as he ran a hand over the firm, full curve of her body. "Thanks to you, my sages now have a large enough sample of the sand that I'm certain they can formulate an antidote. I shall send word to your father that you are safe and under my care. Please enjoy my hospitality until we can find a way to return you to normal." Lady Belinda's face lit up with hope as the Prince stroked her cheek. "Well, perhaps not entirely back to normal."

Tags: Breast Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Male Inflation, balloon, floating, helium Text: Cameron had started to feel desperate. She was still the only girl in her class with no boyfriend and even though none of her classmates were heartless enough to tease her about it, she knew that they all saw Cameron as a loser. It wasn't that Cameron wasn't attractive or that she had never been asked out by a boy, but everyone she had gone out on a date with had turned out to be a real jerk. They all told her how much they loved her curly dark hair, her full lips and of course her big breasts, but she could tell that that was all they were interested in: her looks. But she finally had had enough. She no longer cared about whether the boy just wanted her because of the way she looked – she longed for a man, so she was going to change her attitude and show a little bit of extra sex-appeal in order to catch the biggest fish in the pond: Mark Feldman, who had just broken up with Juliette, one of the girls in her class. The past day, she had finally discovered a way how to achieve this lofty goal.... The girls were talking in the locker room before gym class and Juliette began a verbal assault on her ex-boyfriend: "I mean, he was okay at first, real nice and caring and all. But soon I found out how superficial this guy is." Cameron had to keep herself from laughing cause she knew that no one was as superficial as Juliette, who only cared about her dark blond hair and how to display her curves best. She would always play the innocent little girl who needed a strong man to tell her what to do. "He started making funny comments about my breasts." She made a short pause while Cameron thought to herself: "Come on, do you really have to draw the attention of us girls to your breasts as well?" Juliette continued: "I mean, I don't want to tell you everything he told me cause that doesn't seem right, but I've just got to tell you a bit cause it totally freaked me out: He wanted to inflate my breasts." Some of the other girls immediately asked her whether he had meant breast surgery, but Juliette quickly corrected them: "No he was talking about inflation as in blowing up balloons. My 'balloons'. He had discovered some twisted formula for human inflation and wanted to try it on me. Well, I didn't even wait for him to try... I told him to get the hell out of my life immediately." All of the other girls simply shook their heads – none of them believed that Mark actually had discovered such a crazy formula, but they all shuddered at the thought that they had all secretly longed for this freak who lived in a perverted fantasy-world. All of them, except for Cameron. Later on that day, Cameron began flirting with Mark. She made sure to stick out her breasts and act as sexy as possible – she would never have done this in the past, but this was simply part of her new attitude. It seemed to work and Cameron was thrilled when she realized he seemed interested. After a while, he came over to her and the two chatted a bit. Then Mark actually asked Cameron out for a date the next evening. Cameron grinned as she watched him walk away – she was going to get that boy! After school, she caught up with Juliette and started to chat with her a bit. Then she began to ask the questions she had been wanting to ask Juliette since she had heard the breast inflation story. "Hey, that was some crazy story you told us today. I mean, that Mark-guy must be really sick. How big did he want your breasts – as big as mine?" Cameron couldn't hide a smirk as she made that comment. She knew Juliette had to be jealous of the size of her boobs. "Well, at least. Hm... I guess I can tell you." She began to whisper a bit: "I really wasn't kidding as I told you about the inflation thing. What I didn't tell you was that he actually gave me everything you need to blow up your breasts – I just didn't want to do it... but I still have the stuff, even." Cameron's eyes lit up: This was unbelievable – she had planned to get some extra information on Mark's interest in order to seduce him with it at their date, but now she had a new plan. "May I see it?" – "Oh, what the hell, sure, wanna come to my place right now?" The two of them went home to Juliette's house and straight into her room, where she locked the door and pulled out a shoebox. "Here, look at this: it works as follows: You take these two ordinary balloons and pour some of this liquid over them." She held up a small bottle. "Then you put the balloons inside your bra, right over your nipples. I think they're supposed to become part of your breasts after a while or something. Then you need to drink the rest of the liquid, real quick. Oh, and you also need another balloon: You have to blow it up as big as possible and then when you want to inflate your breasts, swallow the liquid, as I said, and then take the balloon into your mouth and let all the air flow into your body. It blows your breasts up like a balloon." Cameron could help but confess to Juliette that she wanted to blow up her breasts in order to get Mark. She simply needed the kit to get what she wanted. "Please, let me have it – I mean, I know you don't want to use it and that you think that Mark's crazy for wanting a girl to do this, but I want to do it." Juliette seemed slightly surprised, but quickly, a broad smile came across her face: "Sure. Hey, this is crazy, but if you think it'll work and you really want to do it... sure, why not? You know, I can even help you – when are you gonna meet Mark?" – "Tomorrow evening." – "Great! Let's meet before you go out with him and I'll help you get started. Oh, don't forget to choose your clothes wisely for your big blow-up!" Cameron could hardly wait to go out with Mark and be the object of his desire thanks to her inflated breasts. Finally, Juliette arrived at her house with the box underneath her arm. "Let's get started!" Everything was perfect: Juliette would quickly help her prepare for her breast inflation and then Mark would arrive to pick her up in a few minutes. Juliette splashed some liquid on the two balloons and then carefully placed them beneath Cameron's bra. Cameron got an excited feeling as she felt the balloons touch her breasts and Juliette rub them a bit. Mark was going to get blown away... literally! Juliette handed Cameron a big balloon: "Blow it up, Cameron, nice and big." Cameron giggled, opened her mouth and began blowing up the balloon. She could help but picture that she was actually blowing up her breasts and truly enjoyed filling the balloon with her air. "This balloon is huge," Cameron thought to herself and she noticed Juliette seemed to be thinking the same thing as she watched Cameron blow up the balloon. "You look great doing that," Juliette said. "Thanks," Cameron answered between breaths. Juliette laughed: "Your cheeks keep inflating - you look like a frog!" Cameron giggled and stopped blowing up the balloon. She didn't tie it, though, but simply held its mouth closed like Juliette told her. Juliette kissed her on the cheeks: "I wish you good luck. Here's how you should do it now: When Mark arrives, go outside with him. You can flirt a whole lot with him with the balloon, I'm sure he'll be very curious about why you have a balloon with you while feeling turned on completely by it. After walking a few steps, stop and drink the liquid. I suggest you give him a big kiss then while the liquid gets set to work. Then say something really sexy like: 'Watch my breasts grow!', but the balloon into your mouth and let it blow up your breasts!" Cameron was extremely excited and thanked Juliette as she left. She checked how she looked in the mirror – she had chosen a top that was made from an expandable material and had cleverly put on a bra that gave her a little extra space. She had asked Juliette about how big she was gonna get and was relieved to find out that she would inflate as big as the balloon that she had blown up. Her breasts would inflate nicely, though, Juliette had assured her. Finally, Mark arrived and the two started walking a bit. "So why do you have a balloon with you? Is it some kind of game?" Cameron smiled. "Yeah, I love balloons – in fact, I sometimes used to put balloons under my top pretending I had huge breasts when I was younger." She decided this was the right moment for her inflation. They had just entered a park as she stopped Mark and told him she had a BIG surprise for him. She quickly drank the liquid and then kissed a confused Mark with all her might, just as Juliette had suggested. And now for her big line: "I'm gonna blow up my breasts like balloons now for you!" Cameron took the huge balloon into her mouth and gradually sucked in the air. It felt great – she could feel a slight pressure building up inside of her as the balloon deflated. The balloon was about half-empty as she felt movement in her breasts. They started making squeaky sounds like two balloons rubbing together and as the balloon hung airless in Cameron's mouth, she looked down on her boobs. She could see them slowly blowing up and her top stretching out erotically. She felt like she was a balloon herself and could not stop herself from moaning a bit: "Oh, I'm getting blown up!" The steady inflation continued and Cameron was captured by the sound of squeaking rubber and the continuous blowing up of her breasts. She hardly noticed that her bra could now no longer contain her huge basketball-like breasts and snapped from the pressure. Her boobs were ballooning out hugely and when the inflation stopped, it looked like Cameron had two big balloons sticking out womanly from her body. She felt so sexy and looked up to see how Mark liked her balloon-boobs. Mark stared at her in shock. "What the hell is this," he called out. "You're just like that dumb chick Juliette – Hey, I like big breasts... but I don't want some kind of freak!!" Cameron was stunned. She looked down at her again: She did look like a silly caricature, like an inflated cartoon-woman. In her embarrassment and confusion, Juliette suddenly appeared from behind a tree. "You looked great, Cameron. Mark, can't you appreciate a beautiful body? Well, that's too bad for you because it's gonna be one of the last things you'll ever see!" "What are you doing," Mark shouted as Juliette suddenly rammed some kind of tube into his mouth. His eyes widened with fear as he realized he couldn't move. "Don't even try to move, Mark, the liquid prevents you from moving... well, that's if you don't count inflation as a movement." Juliette laughed. "What are you doing," asked Cameron in horror. "I can't believe Mark had the audacity to dump me. I've never been dumped by a boy in my entire life. Oh, he doesn't care about this inflation thing – he's an idiot. I gave him the chance to be able to watch the most captivating thing in the world: the inflation of a woman's breast. I'm sure there are many others out there who would love to have that privilege. But I'll show him. By kissing him, he got a bit of the liquid in his mouth as well, just a tiny amount, but enough to enable this..." Cameron and Mark now saw what the hose was connected to: a tank of helium! Juliette began to inflate Mark with helium. Quickly his belly bulged out and his butt started inflating as well as his arms and legs. Even his head swelled up a big with gas. Despite her shock, Cameron had to laugh a bit as she saw how Mark was becoming a huge human balloon. "Okay, that's enough. Bye, Mark!" Juliette took the hose from Mark's mouth and he began floating upward steadily like a helium balloon. He didn't even make a single sound. "Don't worry about him, Cameron. He's not even aware of what is happening anymore: Remember, even his brain is filled with helium. He's just a dumb balloon that has finally floated out of our lives." "But what about me?" asked Cameron, now full of fear again. She certainly didn't want to end up like Mark. "Tell me, Cameron, did you like your inflation experience?" – "Well, yes, it felt great... but I really do look like a freak now!" – "I think you look beautiful. You know, I'm so glad it was you who asked me about the inflation thing. I mean, I would have done the same thing no matter which one of you girls had asked me, but I'm sure none of the others would have made such a great blow-up doll as you!" Cameron was confused and a bit less scared. It didn't seem like Juliette was going to send her away forever. "You feel like you're too inflated now, no problem." She started pressing Cameron's huge breasts and the air began blowing out of her again. Cameron started moaning again. "It feels great, doesn't it? I do it to myself all the time. But maybe I've found someone to play my inflation games with...?" Cameron smiled. She loved being a blow-up doll.

Tags: Breast Inflation, Butt Inflation, Female Inflation, floating, magic, Prose that Blows 7 – Not So Final Fantasy (2011), Prose that Blows Runner-Up: Best Story, Prose that Blows Runner-Up: Sexiest Story Text: Being a mercenary for hire was always an interesting job. The work took you to many strange and facinating places. Unfortunately, it also took you some very dark and unwelcome places. Such as the inescapable, direbadger filled canyon swordsman Flint Ironstag and his mage partner Haruka Ariadust had found themselves trapped in. It had started like a routine quest, some old fart requesting they check out an old temple, find the treasure within, and bring it back to the starving villiage so the townsfolk could buy some food. Pretty simple really. Except the elder had neglected to mention the temple was infested with direbadgers, the nastiest furry little bastards you could ever hope to not meet. A whole pack of them had chased them out of the temple and into a dead end surrounded by massive rocky walls which looked impossible to climb. Flint faced the slowly advancing hoard, sword readied for battle. "I don't suppose you know any 'kill everything in sight' spells at all?" Haruka was staring up at the sky with a thoughtful expression. "No... but I think I know something that'll get us out of here." She made several gestures with her hands, glowing with magical energy. "I need a few minutes to get it ready though." "I got some time to kill." He replied dryly, cutting down a direbadger. "This a complex spell?" "Actually, I'm done." She put her hands down, and a bright glow covered her entire body. "It takes a while to take effect.." She then blushed. "Also... could you please not stare at me while it works? It's rather embarrassing..." "We ain't got time to be embarrassed!" He protested as he sliced two more badgers. "Just what does this spell do.." His voice died as he looked at the changes on his partner. Normally she posessed a slender figure with gentle curves. Now she was sporting a pair of grapefruit sized bosoms which strained against the material of her leather bustier, and a wide, plush bottom filling out her skirt. And he could see them slowly growing bigger! "What in Crom's name?" Haruka blushed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Quit staring and focus on the badgers!" "Right!" He turned back and battered another direbadger. He didn't know what was going on, but he'd been with Haruka long enough to trust her when it came to her magic. Minutes passed as he fended off more beasts. He could see many of them gathering into one group, about to attack en mass. They didn't have much time. He turned to Haruka, whose breasts and buttocks were now the size of overgrown pumpkins and still growing bigger, her clothing bursting apart at the seams. Her bosom covered her entire torso, but remained round and firm. Flint grinned. "At least I get to see this before I die." Haruka glowered. "Just grab my waist and hold on tight, I'm almost ready." Flint wrapped his arms around her still narrow waist, noticing that she felt... lighter? As the direbadgers charged towards them, Haruka's hands glowed with red energy. She trust her arms toward the ground "FIRAGA!" Jets of flame erupted from her palms, the explosion hurling them upwards into the air. Flint screamed in terror as they flew up, but then realised that they were clear of the canyon and not plummetting back to earth. "You're.. floating?" Sure enough, Haruka was hovering in the air, her arms outstretched to keep her balance. Her enormous breasts and buttocks suspended her and Flint like balloons. Haruka looked down as best she could over her inflated chest and smiled. "Wind magic can make anything float if you put enough of it into something." "Guess I'll think twice before calling Wind magic useless..." He smirked. There was silence for some time as they floated across the plains, enjoying the scenary. "So.. uh..." Flint stared appreciatively at her chest. "Any chance you could use this spell for when we reach the inn and um... celebrate our successful adventure?" Haruka glared at him. "You expect me to blow myself up again for you? Like some sexual voodoo doll?" "Hey come on! After all that, don't I get a reward?" Flint flashed his most convincing smile. Haruka rolled her eyes. "See, this is why I've never tell you about spells like this..." The two slowly floated back towards the village, an adventure of a more erotic sort awaiting them at the inn...

Tags: Breast Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Messy Popping, blowkiss, inhale Text: Ninja's exist all over the world. It would be impossible to count the various clans in existence because of the sheer amount of them. This one particular clan of ninja was preparing to execute a mission to assassinate a greedy person who was exploiting the people of the village they protect. Very little intel is available on this individual so it makes the mission much harder to plan out. A man wearing a white mask, which resembles a bear, is sitting on his heels and looks to be in some type of deep meditation. A small breeze blows, which normally would go, unnoticed by the average person, but Kio knew this was one of his shinobi who had entered the room. "Right on time as usual Airn. What do you have to report?" Kio spoke without facing the young lady who appeared from the window behind him fastening her robe. "I have obtained some vital information on our target. They will be staying at the local inn close to the outskirts of the village rather than in the center." She informed him. "This person is more clever than I thought they'd be. Rather than stay in the more expensive inn towards the center of the village they choose the run down place further away. We shall prepare immediately for the plan to go into action. Please bring Pudding and Kokoro in here please." Kio ordered still not moving. "At once." Airn said bowing and backing out of the room through the large sliding door. Within a few minutes the three female ninja were on one knee before their master. "We have managed to learn the location of out target. We shall refer to this person as Owl. I am sending just one of you to dispatch them. Do so in a quick and easy manner." Kio told them. "Just one? Which one?" Kokoro said raising her head to look at Kio. Kokoro also wore a mask to hide her face at all times. Only those in the clan knew what she looked like underneath it. "I will be sending Airn on this mission. You are to infiltrate the inn without being seen and kill Owl. Once that is out of the way make sure nobody sees you leave." Kio instructed. "As you wish." Was all she said before leaving the room to get ready for her job. "Are you sure she'll be fine on her own?" Pudding asked. "She is the youngest out of all of us, but her skills will be vital on this mission. She has already proven herself capable by gathering all the intel we have on Owl so far. Are you worried she will fail?" Kio asked the busty ninja girl. "It's not that. I'm just concerned for her." Pudding replied. "She will return to us successful. I am certain of this." Whenever Kio spoke in such a manner people knew they could trust his word. There were often times that Kio had predicted things that came to pass and over time you just grew used to it and accepted that he knew what he was saying. Airn was in her personal room preparing for the mission. She was dressing in a nicely made dress, which was very soft to the touch and served to show off her womanly figure. Like many of the female ninja in the clan she was very skilled in the arts of seduction. It makes killing very easy once the target is so infatuated with her they can barely see the knife coming. Though Airn had a few tricks up her sleeves. On her thighs were small rows of tiny darts. They were called expansion darts, or at least Airn called them that. Once they pierce the skin and the liquid is injected into the bloodstream they cause the victim to swell. Not like a cartoon character, but their joints and other parts would become so swollen they couldn't move. Their eyes usually swelled shut and they couldn't move at all. It effectively removed them as a threat. It didn't look pretty, but it's not supposed to make them pretty...it's supposed to make them dead. Airn had blonde hair that she usually wore down in a fancy dress like the one she wore. She looked very beautiful when she stood to her feet finally. She was a very fine young woman with a very full figure. All of the females in the clan had large chests, but they never got in the way. They trained to overcome such an obstacle and even use it to their advantage. "This should get the job done." She said before departing. Nobody saw her leave. She appeared outside of the inn and was ready to move in. Even in a garish dress Airn was still able to move around very easily without being seen or heard. She managed to get inside without anybody noticing and quickly located the room Owl would be staying in. "I hope he likes pretty girls." She smirked as she slipped into the room through the ceiling. Airn looked around the room and saw that the place was kept very neat and tidy. Owl must not be a messy person. Then her nose caught wind of something. "Perfume? It smells rather strong still. Is he alone?" she wondered looking around. It was clearly a perfume worn by women and the smell was too powerful to have just entered, that means whoever had it on must have been here for a while. Just then a woman stumbled from the bedroom and looked at Airn. "Hmmm...I don't know who sent you, but I'm glad they did." She said with a huge smile on her face. "Who is this? This cannot be Owl. Must be a whore he brought back." Airn wondered to herself. This woman before Airn was barely staying in her dress since she was rather drunk and her brown hair was draped over most of her body. There was nobody else in the room so Airn suddenly realized what was going on. This was Owl. Airn didn't expect her target to be a woman. She had never seduced a woman before, though it may not have to come to that. "Whoever you are you sure came at the right time." Owl said stumbling a bit over to Airn and colliding with her. "I could use the company." Owl was slowly caressing Airn's body all over. It felt rather relaxing as Owl slowly began to guide her lips upwards across Airn's body until it found her neck, and then her chin, and she stopped at her lips. Airn's mind was racing. This was something very new for her and she had no idea what to do. With a man she would usually show off her special trick and get them into such a relaxed state the killing blow came naturally like breathing. But, Owl was different. Owl then melted into Airn's tense arms as she kissed her. Airn's eyes went wide at the surprise of Owl kissing her without fear and something came over Airn. She didn't mind this. This had nothing to do with sexual attraction...but just the feeling she got was what flung her body into a feeling of joy and comfort as Owl embraced her body against Airn's. Airn's massive chest pressing against Owl's much smaller breasts as the two continued to kiss. Being so drunk still Owl was withdrawing slightly to catch her breath and suddenly as she pressed her lips against Airn's she breathed into Airn. This triggered one of Airn's special talents. Airn's body started to grow. Her middle pushing out against her dress, her rear growing rounder, her limbs getting plumper, all of her expanded outwards like a balloon. This was Airn's special ability. She was able to expand like a balloon. Feeling her growth Airn quickly withdrew from Owl as she fell to the floor. "Well now. You seemed to fill out nicely." Owl said looking up at the semi-bigger Airn. "It's quite a sexy trick. I want to see more." This was a surprise to Airn. She usually only had to inflate her breasts to seduce men, but Owl seemed more interested in her entire body growing out of proportion. This would be a first for Airn to accomplish, and Airn was ready to give it a shot to fulfill her mission. She took a very deep breath in. Her dress pushed out further as her stomach inflated like a beach ball and her other assets grew with her. Her breasts now an enormous size bouncing with each movement and coming to a stop resting on her middle. She looked rather full all over, but not close to her limit. Airn soon became hypnotized by breathing in and in to increase her size. She grew rounder and rounder as her clothing soon broke apart. Her dress untied and hung off her swollen form as she continued to grow. With several more breaths her body became almost spherical as her skin started to take on a shine like a child's balloon would. Airn was still amazed by the size she was reached and wanted to grow bigger. All to fulfill Owl's desires. Soon Airn took up almost all of the room with her belly the largest part of her. She could no longer stand on her feet since her tummy was so big it touched the ground and she was almost touching the ceiling before she finally stopped growing. Airn was fully nude, save the untied dress hanging off her, glimmering in the moonlight coming in. She felt so full and tight it was almost pure ecstasy to her. Owl approached her ballooned form and felt around her. Each touch, no matter how soft and gentle, felt so great to her now more sensitive skin. Owl leaned in again and began to kiss and caress Airn's big body. This is where Airn got a plan. She waiting patiently for Owl to have a nice tight seal around her lips and then quickly Airn breathed out as hard as she could. Within an instant all the air she had inflated herself with suddenly rushed into Owl's body. Airn returned to her normal figure still naked with her breasts wobbling free from restraint as she looked at the big balloon she just created. "What has happened?" Owl squeaked. "Sorry. I have orders to kill you. Please don't take it too personally. I really did have fun with you." Airn said before placing a small kiss on Owl's cheek. The guards outside rushed into the inn as soon as they heard it. When they got to the room Owl occupied they found nothing. There was blood around the room and Owl's torn up dress was on the floor. A small dart imbedding into where the back of the dress was. They didn't know what to make of it. Owl was dead, but no body was found. They had no idea what made that loud explosion. Perhaps it was an assassin trained in explosive that was the cause of this. Kio entered Airn's room as she got dressed in something more casual. "Excellent work. I'm pleased with the results. Word has it that a demolition expert was the cause of things." He said chuckling to himself. "It was quite the technique. Immobile and ready to burst. Quite exciting." Was her reply. "Get some rest. You must be tired." Her master left the room as she started to think about what happened. She felt such comfort and quickly ended it. Being a woman wasn't the thing, it was just the gesture. Being a ninja has caused Airn to sacrifice finding love in a man. This was something she had to try and suppress, as it would only get in the way. "Ninja shouldn't have to worry themselves about such things." She said before preparing to sleep.

Tags: Belly Inflation, Female Inflation Text: Riley was a young woman whose life was seemingly defined by "a little more." Compared to other redheads her hair was a little more red and she had a little more freckles. She was a little taller, had a little more muscle, and at the same time a little more padding, usually where it mattered but often where it didn't. When not working or studying she ate a little more, not out of greed or gluttony, but simply as her nature. Attributing malice to it would be akin to attributing malice to a hunting bird or the tides.So it was, ultimately, only natural and to be expected that she would eventually find herself at a party in a sorority house, itself home to certain excesses."So." Riley dropped onto the couch, putting her arms up on the sides and crossing her legs. "What's it take to join Kappa Sigma Chi?"Claire gestured. "Well, we did have our own special hazing ritual, but we had to stop after we lost our last house, so we've gone back to binge drinking.""That's fine. Binge drinking never hurt anyone.""Right, sure. So, what'll you have? There's everclear, wine coolers, a few kegs...""Do you have any stout?"Claire thought for a second before turning to one of the other young women. "Do we?"She shrugged. "I'unno. There's probably a ton in that fridge downstairs. We won it in a contest but nobody bothered drinking it.""Go check."Riley relaxed, waiting patiently for a few moments. The young woman returned with two twelve packs in hand, and there was the clanking of glass as she set the cardboard packages roughly on the table beside her. Riley removed one of the bottles, turning it over in her hand to inspect the label. "Good."Claire said, "let me get you a bottle op-" She was cut short by a pop and the fizz of escaping gas as Riley casually wrenched the top off with her bare hand and raised the bottle to her lips. To say she drank it would understate the sheer speed at which the liquid poured down her throat, and to say she chugged it would indicate a certain gracelessness to the gesture. As it stood, she drained the beer down her throat in a matter of seconds, replacing it in the package. "Or you could do that.""Keep 'em coming," she said, removing a second."There's twenty-four bottles here.""I know, keep 'em coming."She looked over at Claire, who shrugged helplessly, before turning and leaving again.Riley drank in a steady rhythm, bottles of beer sliding down her throat one after another with no sign of hesitation. Bit by bit her trim stomach began to show the results of her binge, pushing her shirt outward. By the time the first package was finished she had a soft, round gut poking out from beneath the hem of her clothes, a band of flesh with a navel sunk into it. She reached down, unbuttoning her jeans, letting her belly force the zipper open in its search for room.Claire's friend appeared again, dropping off two more packages on the table. Riley removed another bottle, cracking it open as the girl stared. As she tilted it up their eyes met, and the girl looked away, taking the empties with her. Shrugging, she resumed drinking.As time wore on and more bottles were drained, Riley's gut became more pronounced as it filled with stout. Casually slumped on the couch as she was, it spilled between her legs as it grew larger, filling her lap more and more. This did not escape the notice of other party-goers, some of whom tried their best to gawk at her without looking like they were. By the time she was finishing the fourth twelve-pack newcomers were asking others if she was pregnant. She certainly looked it to the untrained eye, but her belly was softer and more teardrop-shaped.As Riley replaced the last bottle, Claire entered the room, stopping dead in her tracks upon seeing the swollen newcomer. "Are... are you okay?""Yeah, I'm..." Riley frowned, pressing both hands against the sides of her stomach. Her belly churned and gurgled, swelling outward as the stout inside of her fizzed and bubbled, rapidly taking up the entirety of her lap. Her skin seemed to ripple and vibrate, and just as Claire began to fear that she would burst, Riley opened her mouth and let out a long, ear-splitting belch, her stomach shrinking down almost, but not quite, to its previous size. The ambient noise in the sorority lowered as its inhabitants went quiet in stunned silence, picking up their conversations again after a few seconds. "I'm fine.""You don't feel... sick or anything, do you?"She thought for a second. "Got a little bit of a buzz. So, am I in?""Uh... yeah, sure.""Great." She raised her legs and, with a grunt, turned and laid down on the couch, her bloated belly looming over her body. "I'm just going to crash here for the night." She put her hands behind her head, glanced over at Claire and did a double take, her eyes following another young woman as she wheeled a keg past. "Hold it," she said, pointing. "Are you going to finish that?"

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Offscreen Popping Text: Major Motoko Kusanagi was not having a good day. The weather was dreary, with thunder storms rolling overhead every few minutes, making travel through the slums a dismal experience. As she excited an alleyway into the courtyard in front of the abandoned warehouse, she wiped the rain water from her forehead and placed her hand on her hip, reflecting silently on what she was doing. Why was she, of all people, chosen for this assignment? These were petty drug dealers, a dime a dozen. Did they really need to drag her all the way across town to deal with them? But a job was a job, and it wasn't like it'd kill her to complete this assignment. Still, she couldn't help but feel something odd was going on. She scanned the courtyard for any sign of guards; finding none. Not that it would matter; her optical camouflage was active, obscuring her female form from all but the most observant of viewers. She adjusted her white jumpsuit slightly as she began connecting to HQ, delivering the bits of data she had gleaned. A portrait of the Chief appeared electronically in her vision. "Chief," she said over the network to him. "You get the pictures I sent you?" The Chief nodded his head. "Indeed, it matches the on file records we have of the complex. It was recently purchased in the name of a Shanghai based construction company, Zhao Contractors. The problem is Zhao Contractors declared bankruptcy in 2028." The Major smirked. "Using a dead company to cover their tracks? Not very smart." The wrinkles on the Chief's forehead creased. "Don't underestimate them. They're Chinese street thugs, yes, but that doesn't make them any less dangerous. They've apparently made quite a bit off of their drug dealings and are expected to be heavily armed." "When has that ever stopped me?" She said with a grin, lifting her assault rifle over her head. The Chief shook his head. " I shouldn't have to be telling you of all people to not get cocky. This assignment was assigned to you directly by the Ministry of Home Affairs, so I believe it warrants your consideration." The smile disappeared from The Major's face. "Ministry of Home Affairs? Why are they involved in a petty drug bust?" The Chief shrugged. "It's over my head. Besides, if this is as easy as you think, then it shouldn't be a problem, should it?" The Major reflected for a moment as rain drops began to fall on her invisible, purple hair once again. "...Fine," She said at last in resignation. "You're probably right." The Chief smiled. "Good. One last thing, please try to bring in the criminals peacefully. We don't need you racking up a body count everywhere you go." "Understood. Kusanagi out." And with that, her connection to the Chief terminated. She then turned to her Tachikomas, which like her were cloaked in active camouflage. "Tachikomas," She communicated electronically again. "Secure a perimeter around the warehouse. If any criminal attempts to escape, order them to surrender. If they don't comply, terminate them." " Gotcha, Major!" a Tachikoma said cheerfully, giving her a salute with one of its robotic arms. The Tachikomas quickly and silently spread out, and within a minute had surrounded the facility. No chance of escape, The Major thought. To her, that was the hard part. Actually confronting the thugs, that was merely an afterthought. Still, there was no excuse for sloppy planning, so she scanned the building for possible entrances. It was an old, crumbling Pre-war warehouse, surrounded by a rusting chain-link fence that separated the courtyard from the loading bays. The loading bay was of course too obvious, as was any ground level entrance for that matter. The second floor was lined with windows; all possible infiltration points, except, like the loading bays, they would all be too noticeable... except for a window that tilted slightly open; open enough, The Major figured, for her athletic body to squeeze through without being noticed. It was a tad obvious, The Major had to admit, but she doubted that the thugs were cunning enough to have set up a trap for her. The were, after all, mere drug dealers. The rain started picking up again, weakening the effectiveness of her active camo. She decided that she was over thinking the situation, and needed to act quickly before she lost any advantages she had. The window would make an acceptable entry point, and that was all she needed to worry about. She holstered her assault rifle before gracefully vaulting over the chain-link fence, then sprinted quietly towards the building, her perky breasts jiggling as she ran. She got to the building and began to climb up the brick exterior, using the cracks in the facade as hand and foot holds, her skin tight grey jumpsuit hugging the curves of her toned body. With a little bit of effort, she was soon on top of the ledge surrounding the second level windows. She shimmied her sleek, feminine body towards the window that was slightly ajar, and then, ever so slightly, pushed it open. Crouched on the ledge, she took out her assault rifle, and peered down the scope, searching for hostiles inside the complex. No contacts, she thought, slightly disappointed. The warehouse was filled with metal shelves and boxes she assumed carried the drugs, but there wasn't a single drug trafficker in sight. Where the hell could they all be? she thought again, becoming increasingly annoyed. Then she spotted a big, wrote iron door on the far wall, separating her side of the warehouse from the other. She could see silhouettes of the guards as they moved in front of the opening between the rooms. So that's where you bastards are hiding, she thought with a smirk. It didn't matter where they hid. With her active camo, they'd never see her coming. Her confidence restored, she re-holstered her rifle and prepared to squeeze her way through the opening on her belly. She was halfway through pulling her body through the window when a searing pain inexplicable filled her head, so strong she couldn't control her body properly, causing her to accidentally fall off the ledge to the concrete floor below. She tried to brace her fall instinctively, but that did little dampen the pain. She hit the ground hard, her body sprawling out upon the floor. She felt like hell, and by the sight of her hand in front of her, she could tell her active camouflage had been disabled. Warnings electronically filled her vision , none of which she could focus on due to how scrambled her brain felt. "Chief? Tachikomas?" she called out over the network weakly. No response. Shit! she thought, gritting her teeth.I've been hacked! Then a second thought dawned on her as she bit down harder. Damn it, this was a trap! "How very perceptive, but I'm afraid that wont do you any good now." A voice sounded from inside The Major's own head, startling her. An electronic image of a man appeared to her; a skinny, middle-aged man in a pressed, white suit; with short brown hair and haphazardly cut beard; a pair of cheap sun glasses covering his eyes while he grinned in an unsettling manner, arching his fingers as he did so. "Who.." she said weakly, aching as she lifted her body up slightly. "Who the hell are you?" "ME?" the man replied, feigning surprise. " I'm simply a businessman out to make a decent profit. The name's Hitoshi Goto. "Never heard of you." The Major scoffed. Goto chuckled. " Of course you haven't heard of me! I don't make it a priority to spread my name around. I'm happy enough being profitable in shadows. The crooks who make themselves known, well, you book'em or gun'em down. In fact, I used to think of you as a positive force, cleaning out my rivals for me. And then you had to target my affiliates." Goto shook his head. " I simply can't run a business with you on my tail, Miss Kusanagi. You had to be taken out. So I laid this simple trap for you, and you took the bait expertly. I knew you would never take a measly group of drug traffickers seriously, so you'd go in gung ho like the trooper you are when BAMM!" He slammed his fist for effect. " You enter my network and find your cyberbrain hacked. And now your here, stranded like a beached whale. Don't worry, that analogy will make sense to you soon enough." He nodded slightly, his grin never leaving his face. The Major's face boiled with rage. "Just what the hell do you want from me?" "Want from you?" Goto said, again faking confusion. "To die, of course. Now don't worry, I'll give you a sporting chance. I just had to remove some of the advantages you had. I mean, using an invisibility cloak to kill your enemies isn't fair, now is it?" He chuckled slightly. " You sicko," she said with venom. "If you're going to kill me, why not just get it over with?" Goto shook his head and clucked reprovingly. "That wouldn't be fun at all. Honestly, Miss Kusanagi, I'm going to enjoy your demise, every, last, moment of it." His smile widened to an almost unnatural before the transmission cut out. Before she could reflect in what she had learned, a sharp pain surged through her ass. She craned her neck to see a thug standing over her backside, a weird pistol in his hand and goofy smile on his face. He was appraising The Major's body like a hungry predator, taking in the curvature of her buttocks and hips. He was so infatuated with The Major's form that he was unable to notice The Major unsheathing her knife until she had plunged it into his thigh. He released a loud yelp, before being taken out by a sweep to the legs, knocking him to the floor. The Major got to her feet, rubbing her sore bottom slightly, wondering what the hell he had just done to her. She pulled the knife out from the unconscious man, having half the mind to kill the sick bastard there on the spot. But she withheld the impulse. She was a professional, after all, and she couldn't let herself be ruled by urges, regardless of the unusual circumstances. She suddenly heard heavy footfalls across the room and quickly turned in their direction. Through the metal shelves, she could see more thugs, a dozen or some entering through the massive iron door, several appearing to wear gas masks. It soon dawned on The Major that, despite the many shelves between them, she was plainly visible from where the guards were standing. She ducked behind a packing crate lying next to the shelf, but she knew they had to have already seen her. No longer concerned about being seen, she peaked around her cover to get a better view of the assailants. All of them appeared to have the weird type of pistol the first thug had; some at ready, some holstered. The thugs with gas masks held what looked like tear gas canisters in their hands, which they activated and tossed in The Major's direction, spraying a thick vapor as they went. As she watched the canisters spiral through the air, she wondered what they were trying to accomplish by this. Chemical agents didn't effect her; if this Goto had gone through all the trouble to set this trap for her, he should have at least taken the time to understand basic cyborg physiology. The canisters rained down around her, spewing their fumes into the aisle. Trying to play it safe, The Major tried to cover her face, but she couldn't entirely keep the smoke out. As she began to inhale the fumes, she was shocked to feel a warm, fuzzy, comforting sensation bubble up inside her, strong enough to completely dull out the previous pain. As the warmth inside her spread, she couldn't help but breath in more of it, taking in lungful after lungful. Her body tingled beneath the surface of her skin, from head to toe, as she breathed in more and more. God, she knew it was stupid, but damn it, it felt good. She leaned against the crate and began to emit a soft moan when she bit her lip. No, damn it! She wasn't going to let Goto control her. After awhile (The Major couldn't accurately tell how much time had passed), the euphoria had worn off, although the strange fuzziness remained. Feeling that she had that under control, she turned her attention back to guards, which, to The Major's surprise, were still standing in front of the metal door that they had came through. Although a bit woozy, The Major was done playing around. Cut off from the Chief and the rest of Section 9, she'd have to make her own judgment call. She un-holstered her pistol (She was still too woozy to aim properly with a bulky assault rifle) and prepare to aim it at the guards when she began to feel a more intense bubbling in her stomach. Wha...what the hell? she thought, clutching her stomach. She could feel it rolling and rumbling like a turbulent sea. Then it began to push outwards against her hand. No, she thought simply. No, this wasn't happening to her. It couldn't possibly happen to her. She outright rejected it. Maybe it was a trick, a sensation manufactured by Goto hacking her system... On second thought, that idea wasn't a particularly appealing one, but it made more sense than this. This was.... impossible. But seeing, and feeling, and The Major could clearly see and feel her belly bulging out, rising like yeast, filling in the spaces between her fingers before slowly but steadily pressing her hand back. She could feel the weird sensation (Bloating?) spreading downwards towards her bottom and upwards towards her breasts. She could feel her breasts perk up, then expand outwards, as if they were inflating rubber balloons. She stared at her growing cleavage with a mixture of confusion and amazement until she really felt her ass straining against her bodysuit. Her new growth made squatting extremely uncomfortable, forcing her to her feet. She craned her head around to appraise the changes and was shocked. Each buttcheek, normally toned and athletic, was the size of a small bean bag chair, and continuing to grow. The spreading hadn't stopped either; her thighs were beginning to flare outwards as well. No, she thought once more, but this time she had less conviction. The image of Goto appeared once again in her vision, chuckling to himself. The sight of his smug ratty face enraged her. "You bastard!" she yelled at him. "What the hell have you done to me?!" Goto chuckled once more. "Why, taking care of an unfair advantage, of course." he said, matter of factly. " Your cyborg body is really unfair, you know. No one can match the agility you possess. So I decided to take it away." He snapped for emphasis. "Take away your mobility, you've leveled the playing field. Am I not right?" he questioned with a toothy grin. "How..." she started, distracted by her swelling chest and belly. " How did you do this to me?" "Nanites, Miss Kusanagi." Goto said, as if lecturing a child. "Teeny, tiny, self-replicating robots. Unrivalled in their versatility. I should know, my corporation specializes in them after all. They can do almost anything we can make them; repair damage, cure disease... in your case, Miss Kusanagi, they make you grow. That shot my first associate fired was a kin to a booster, speeding the growth along, but it required the gas, the catalyst, if you will, to put things in motion. And I must say," he said as he appeared to look The Major over. " I am very impressed." The Major glared at Goto with malicious intent, as she vainly tried to cover herself with her arms, which did little to hide her bloating form. Her breasts continued to enlarge, pressing her nipples hard against her bodysuit; creating a feeling of pain mixed, to The Major's embarrassment, with arousal. Inside her suit, she could feel her bra strap snap; she gnashed her teeth hard at this embarrassing turn of events. "What's the point of all this?" she said, finally managing to pull herself away from staring at her enlarging body. Goto shrugged. "Point? What point? I just want to see you be humiliated like the little bitch you are, pardon my language. And I must say, Miss Kusanagi, this is very enjoyable to watch. Watching you fall from grace like this is just... Beautiful." He ended with a cackle. "But I'll give you a tip; My guards have guns that'll make you big. When I say 'go', they'll try to shoot you. You don't want to be bigger, do you, Miss Kusanagi?" The Major simply grit her teeth as her hips and thighs began to bellow outward. Goto continued. " Then try not to be shot, okay? Harder now that you're the size of a compact, now isn't it?" He had that ever present smile on his face. The Major wanted to punch it in so badly, but now she could feel that even her arms were beginning to bloat up, however slightly. "Well, now that you know the rules, the game can begin!" He said gleefully. "Now, here...we...GO!" And with that, Goto once again disappeared. She was about to settle back into staring at herself when she heard footfalls once again moving towards her. Goto's troops, if you could call them that, were on the move, and damn it, she couldn't be fixated on her body. Do that, and Goto would win. Ignoring the state of her body, she aimed her pistol at the closest thug through the shelves and took a shot at his head. The shot hit home, sending the poor bastard spiraling backwards into a pool of his own blood. Another trooper, undisturbed by his fallen comrade, returned fire, hitting The Major squarely in the chest. She stumbled backwards clumsily; she wasn't used to walking with such bloated legs or so massive a belly. She could feel the rate of expansion in her breasts quickening, growing to obscure part of her field of vision, straining her form fitting bodysuit even further. Standing still made her an easy target. She needed to start moving NOW. With a bit of effort, she started herself into a sprint, or whatever approximation of a sprint her bloated body could manage. It was clumsy, haphazard gait; her breasts, ass and belly shook widely with every step. Her sense of balance was completely screwed up, causing her torso to heave in every direction. She didn't even know where she was running, only that it was away from the thugs. They were close on her heels, and she knew they would soon be able to fire on her again. She blindly fire her pistol backwards at her assailants, but that only managed to mess with her equilibrium even more. She managed to turn a corner, but not before taking a shot to the ass. Damn it, she cursed to herself as her bottom continued it's expansion. I can't go on like this much longer! And indeed she couldn't, after a few more steps, her legs had grown too thick to continue onwards. She twisted her body, which was beginning to expand sideways and backwards instead of just forwards, around to face the thugs. If she was going to go down, well, she planned on taking some of these mooks with her. She fired at one of the gas mask troopers; the mask apparently wasn't armored as it past through it with ease, sending out a spurt of blood as he fell to the ground. The other troopers responded by firing another barrage at her. Several hit her legs, bloating them to size of tree trunks, effectively immobilizing her. She could waddle a bit, sure, but other than that, her fat ass was going nowhere. She couldn't even aim properly any more; her bloated arms kept her from lining up a shot. So she was left firing widely at the approaching troops, hoping against reason to stop them all, as they slowly moved in on her, scoring more hits and forcing her to expand more and more. Each shot felt like a punch to The Major's gut; the sensation of inflation was overwhelming. Her panties, which had held up admirably to her titanic buttocks, tore apart inside her suit, but The Major was well past the point of giving a damn. Her expansion was now omni-directional, she could feel her entire circumference growing outward, even her back, which resulted in her belt snaping in two and flying away from her body. Against her will, her arms were forced into a spread-eagle position, forcing her to let go of her pistol. Despite the creaks and groans, her bodysuit had held up well. Heh, she thought in a moment of detachment. The guys who made this suit really knew their stuff. The lead trooper approached her; a mullet-sporting muscleman in a black uniform with cheap sun glasses. He took out a radio from his pocket while placing his other hand on one of The Major's swollen breasts. She tried to bat his hand away, but she soon realized she could onlt wiggle her arms back and forth. Only then did it truly dawn on her that she was completely at their mercy. "Mr. Goto," he said, continuing to feel up The Major's breast, causing her to blush. "The target is secure and immobile. Please advise." "This is Goto," the radio responded. "Is the target spherical?" "Hmm..." The thug responded, a grin on his face. He took his fingers and traced a circle around The Major's circumference. The Major bit her lip in anger. He knew damn well she wasn't spherical yet. He was just playing with her! Still, she couldn't deny that the sensation he gave her taut, sensitive skin felt good, but... "Negative," The thug reported, talking back into the radio. "Target has not become spherical yet." "Then get to it!" Goto demanded impatiently. " I can't be kept waiting all day. Your unit's a class-A fuckup, you know? How'd you loose two of your men to that bloated bitch?" The thug groaned silently, his free hand returning to grope The Major. " I dunno, sir. We've got her now, though, and that's what matters." Goto growled, "Well, like I said, get to it." And with that, he hung up. With Goto out of the way, The thug began to run his hand up and down the curvature of her side. "Hey, honey," he said softly in a mocking tone, his other hand brushing her purple hair. "Feeling bloated today?" The Major spat in his face. Now wearing a scowl, the thug backed away from The Major. "Okay, then. Let's just get this over with." He and the other guards surrounded The Major and pulled out their pistols. The troop leader (that's what that one thug appeared to be) blew the Major a kiss, before ordering the unit to fire round after round into different parts of her body. The Major gasped as the final wave of expansion hit her. The distinctions between body parts began to disappear; her back, ass, legs, arms and belly all merging together to form a sphere. The Major moaned as all her extremities save her breasts, hands and feet were pulled into a massive ball, which continued to grow taller and wider. The troop leader stood below her, scratching his head as he marveled at his handy work. "Well... wow," was all the leader could say. He placed his hand on what used to be The Major's thigh; all she could do in return was squirm. Even her neck was pulled into the flesh of the sphere, forcing her chin to press against her body and breasts. She could barely see the troops below her, she had grown far too tall. Her outward expansion continued unabated as well, forcing the troops to take several steps back. Despite all this, her bodysuit, made out of some miracle material apparently, still showed no signs of tearing, though it squeaked and groaned like hell. The Major was doing some squeaking and moaning herself. Overwhelming... Didn't even describe the intensity of sensation she felt. If this went on for much longer- And suddenly, with final spurt, it stopped. The Major stood there (What else could she to do?), trying to take in the dramatic changes that had occurred to her, as thugs around her slowly circled her, doing the same. Gone was athletic agent of Section 9. Gone was the swift, nimble assassin which had brought crime lords and terrorists to justice. Gone were her soft, alluring curves that gave her an... unorthodox advantage over others. What was here was a giant, gray ball, with hands, head, feet and breasts being the only obstructions on the otherwise perfect curvature of her body. She was now twice as tall as any of the guards, and just as wide. Her bodysuit, stretched well beyond its intended usage, still clung to her body, but that gave The Major little comfort; the bodysuit left little to the imagination. The guards paced around her in childlike wonderment, playing with her body, much to The Major's chagrin. One of the thugs behind The Major began fondling what used to be one of her ass cheeks. The Major gave an annoyed grunt, but didn't say anything in objection. What difference would it make? It wouldn't stop these perverts from messing with her, and there was nothing left she could use to defend herself with. She was, however much she hated to admit it, helpless. After a minute of letting his troops have their way with The Major, The troop leader called the rest of the guards to order. "Okay, men. Time to get moving. You can have some more fun once we deliver the target to the Boss. Prepare to mobilize target." Mobilize Target..? The Major began to think when a dozen or so hands began pushing on her side, knocking her over. "Woah..." she said involuntarily as she fell to her side, her purple hair falling in mess all over her face. She now felt hands pressing against her ass, pivoting her body until she face the Iron door, which now was open. What are they doing to me know? she thought, and again she was answered by the hands of the guards, which once again began to push her, except now her head was...turning? Rolling? They were rolling her like a gigantic beach ball? Yes, indeed they were. The ground and roof spun around and around in a dizzying cycle; her hair once again was thrown widely about her head. She was much too disoriented and confused by the sensation of being rolled to be humiliated by it, although she knew on some level that she should be. Given what she had gone through today, what was another humiliation? By the time she had past the Iron doors, The Major felt nauseous, which on top of the fullness she felt inside her, made her feel absolutely dreadful. Again with the hands pressing her ass, pivoting her in the opposite direction. The Major managed a scowl; the sick bastards were probably enjoying every second of it. Several more thugs appeared in front of her, with the same sick, toothy grin that appeared to be common among Goto's men. They lifted her to her feet by grabbing her enormous breasts (More like groping them, she could feel one of them cupping her nipple) and pulling them upwards, until finally she stood on her feet again. The Iron door shut behind her suddenly closed shut, causing the room to go dark. Now what? The Major thought to herself. Flood lights flashed on above The Major, temporarily blinding her. She began hearing clapping above her, so she tilted her head as far back as it could go (which, without a neck, wasn't much). Through bleary eyes, she could barely make out... a man in a white suit, clapping his hands slowly, casting his rotten,miserable, toothy grin on her; mocking her. The sight of him in person filled her with uncontrollable rage. "GOTO!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. Goto ended his clapping with his usual chuckle. "The very same." He said with a bow. "GOTO, YOU MISERABLE BASTARD!" She continued to yell, waddling back and forth as she did. "LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME!" "I know." Goto said, walking into a cherry picker basket positioned next to the catwalk he was on. "Isn't it lovely?" He lowered the cherry picker down onto what used to be her shoulder, which was now just a curve between her head and her vestigial hands. He leaned over the edge of the basket and began running his hands through her soft, purple hair. The Major was not amused. "They'll catch you, you know!" she shouted, having lost hope in her ability to save herself. "Section 9; they'll find you! You can't get away with this!" "Oh, you'd think that, wouldn't you?" he said, patting her on the head patronizingly. "Thing is, I wasn't here. Chinese nationals were. That's what the report said, right? And why question the report? So.." He grabbed her face with both hands, turning it to look directly into his. "When they find this room, splattered from floor to ceiling with your blood and guts and cogs or whatever you goddamn cyborgs are made of, they'll have no choice but to blame those nasty foreigners for it. And as for me," he said with a shrug. "I've been in Osaka all week; on a business trip. And before you ask, I've reprogrammed your Tachikomas. They'll believe anything I tell them to." So that's it, then, she reflected to herself. No justice. Even is he died, she could've at least had the satisfaction of knowing her murder was brought to justice. Without that- Goto's hands went from her face down into her bodysuit, where they pressed up against her gigantic breasts. "Wait, What the hell?!" The Major shouted, even now surprised by Goto's violation of her body. He fished around her breast for a moment before pulling out The Major's ruined purple brassiere. "Just taking a memento to remember you by, Miss Kusanagi." He said with a wink. The Major looked back at him with utter disgust. Having obtained his 'memento', Goto returned the cherry picker back up to the catwalk, which he returned to. "So," he said, walking back to spot he started from. "I can tell you are growing tired of this farce." Even now, The Major could feel Goto's goons touching, feeling, grabbing, overall defiling her body. She was utterly helpless, and she hated it. "Very." She responded in deadpan. "Well," Goto said, picking up a sniper rifle up from the catwalk. " I believe something can be arranged." He waved his arm at his guards, ordering them to back away from the spherical woman. He then turned back to The Major, grinning as always. "This," he said, chambering a round into the gun, "Is a .50 Caliber Sniper Rifle. It can blow a soldier's goddamn head off at over a thousand yards. So I believe you can imagine what it can do to you at this range." She could. It wasn't pretty. Goto lifted the sniper rifle up, aiming down it's sight. "Again, I'd like to apologize for it having come to this. You really were a honorable opponent, Miss Kusanagi, and I would've loved to carry this on longer, but you just have to die. There's just no way around it. And if anyone was going to kill you, it had to be me. I hope you understand. No hard feelings, Miss Kusanagi?" He cackled one final time. So this is it, she thought.This is the end. She always knew she could die, she had no illusions of immortality. And her line of work, it was bound to happen eventually, no matter how skilled you were. Still, she never thought it'd end... like this. She thought she'd go stoically, go honorably. But this was just- *BANG*

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, fanfiction, floating, helium, magic Text: Hermione was up in the Gryffindor girls dormitory brushing back her long bushy brown hair. It was the week of finals for Hogwarts, a school for wizards and witches, and for once she was calm. collected, and confidante, instead of panicky and worried. The first time in seven years that she felt ready for those final exams, much to her best friends, Harry and Ron's relief. Normally she was reading up on potions in between bites at meals, or staying up all night and practicing spells. Nope for once she wasn't driving her friends crazy with hyper studying. She was ready for anything. Since she wasn't so worried about her abilities, she actually had time to worry about her looks, which is why she was so intent on making her hair look nice, for Ron. 'I wish he'd get a clue and start noticing me in that way.' She thought to herself, doing her best to work with her bushy hair. It was a real inconvenience to have hair like hers, especially during those rare occasions that she actually worried about it. Though her friend, Ginny, who was also Ron's little sister, thought it was 'cute'. She needed a spell that could do wonders on hair styles. Hermione was eighteen years old and the oldest of the 'trio' which was made up of Harry,Ron, and herself. She was also the most intelligent witch of Gryffindor, in fact probably out of the whole school. She didn't know that when Harry first met her his mental description of her was 'plain'. He, and so many other students, would change their mind at that over time. During those seven years at Hogwarts, Hermione had grown and matured into a very beautiful woman. She didn't have the alluring drop dead gorgeousness of Fleur Delacour, or the exotic looks of Angelina Johnson. She was still very good looking with hips that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere and breasts that she didn't notice were developing until her fifth year. She hadn't noticed because of her constant studying and when she finally did that was around the time she started liking Ron more. Again she wished that man would get a clue. The other Gryffindor seventh year girls which included Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil and two others that Hermione had embarrassingly never learned their names, were all rushing around getting ready for breakfast. "I can't believe you're being so calm!" Lavender said to Hermione while throwing on her uniform sweater. "This time I'm just ready for anything." Patil was trying to get dressed while reading her defense against the dark arts text. "It's about time you be more confident in yourself." She let out a giggle. "Trying to look nice for the Weasly boy. I'll bet." One of the unknown girls said. Hermione gave up on her brushing and began to throw her cloak on over her school uniform. Her cheeks were slightly tinged with red. "Oooh, forget it. I'm going down to the common room!" To the other four girls amazement Hermione only took down her potion text instead of a total of six. They still let out a few giggles while Hermione swept out of the room, confirming what they thought. Hermione walked down the stairs towards the Gryffindor common room. 'Of course everyone but Ron knows how much she liked him. Of course she also couldn't tell if he liked her the same way back and was just hiding it, or he didn't at all.' There were only a few students in the common room that were finished changing, most of them were studying together instead of socializing. Harry, Ron, nor Ginny were out yet so she sat down in one of the comfortable overstuffed chairs and began to read over some of the more critical potions that might appear on that days Potions final. She looked down the index and tried to remember their functions. ' Veritaserum: A truth serum. Wolfsbane Potion: One I know very personally. A potion for werewolves that gives the victim control when in their werewolf form. It's foul tasting and sugar makes it useless. Skele-gro: This one re-grows bones and is a very painful process.' For about ten minutes Hermione read down the list until coming across one that hadn't been discussed too often. 'The "Aerventilo-Santuro" potion? Professor Snape has hardly spoken of this. I think it has something to do with air but-' Just then something tall and red haired crashed in the chair right next to hers. "Morning, Hermione." Ron said while chewing on a jelly bean. His hand reached into the box of and pulled out a yellow one. "Eeeh, either this one's lemon or earwax. I'm not risking that again." Ron flicked the bean away and then held his box closer to Hermione. "Want one?" "Ron, it's unhealthy to eat candy in the morning." "Candy is unhealthy at any time of the day, HERMIONE." "I know-I mean-mean instead of eating sweets you should be saving your appetite for good food, like fruit." "You've never lectured me that much on what I eat, but it's still an improvement than your crazy study habits around finals." Hermione threw him a glare then went back to her reviewing. Ron continued to snack until Harry and Ginny came down. Though Hermione had taken a much calmer approach to studying several weeks ago her friends still felt an odd uneasiness about it, like it was unnatural. Hermione had been studying and reviewing everything that had been covered but not at the same frantic pace as the last few years. Harry and Ginny didn't tease her about it though Ron seemed to enjoy brining it up with her. The quartet went down to the main hall and sat down at the Gryffindor dining table for breakfast. Hermione would casually glance at her potions book while eating, while more than half of the school were furiously cramming for their own finals, from first years to other seventh years. Harry, Ron, and Ginny kept noticing that over by the Slytherin table, Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson would point at the studying Hermione and then turn back to their cohorts and laugh. "Hermy, I think Malfoy and Parkinson are up to something." Ginny said while throwing back her long red hair. Hermione glanced up at the two Slytherins for only a second before taking a bite of toast. "I'm not worried, let them laugh what can they do?" Ron asked in-between bites of breakfast "What is our first exam anyway?" "Ron you don't HAVE to talk with your mouth full." Ginny chided her brother but the man ignored her. "Potions." Hermione muttered. Ron and Harry grimaced. Pretty much everyone ,besides the Slytherins, hated Professor Snape, the potions teacher. "At least we're getting that out of the way." Hermione closed her book, it was nearly time for their first exam anyway. Harry, Hermione, and Ron departed together from the table, while Ginny,a sixth year, went off to her history exam. She and Harry hugged and kissed briefly before leaving. Ron made a face at that, still adjusting to his sister dating his best friend. Potions was the Gryffindor class with the Slytherins, so it wasn't too surprising that Malfoy and Pansy started walking along side the trio. "How are you feeling, Granger?" Malfoy's pale face said with a sneer. " Back off Malfoy." Harry said readying himself for quite possible the final battle he'd have at Hogwarts with Draco Malfoy his arch enemy since day one. " I hope you're not feeling all bloated at the moment!" Pansy nearly shrieked. Hermione just smiled sweetly. "Actually I feel just fine thank you, and I'm very confident that I'll do well today." Their fun was somewhat spoiled. "We'll see about that." Malfoy muttered and they went ahead. "Can't wait till we can stop seeing those two every day." Harry said. "Yeah." Ron agreed. Hermione just kept smiling as they went down to Professor Snape's dungeon class room. Professor Snape was a teacher that was greatly disliked by the students. He was very easy on the Slytherins since they were his house and harsh on any students that were from the other houses. "Your exam will be to create a sleeping potion that is strong enough to sedate a dragon. Because the ingredients give off such strong heat, I've created a potion that will keep your bodies chilled down. Ms. Parkinson that tray with the small blue bottles, I'd like you give one to each student." Everyone but Ron seemed to miss the smiles that occurred between Snape, Malfoy, and Pansy. Pansy walked over to the counter with the tray. She had her back to everyone, who was getting their equipment out, so nobody saw her pull a tiny bottle out from her robes. The potion was clear and smelled a bit odd, she opened it and put a few drops of it into a bottle, the clear liquid hardly changed the colors of the cooling potion. Parkinson then slid the tampered bottle away from the others. She then went around the class room and distributed the potion, being so careful not to give the tampered one away, the one with a few drops from an Aerventilo-Santuro potion! Pansy then went down the table that the trio were sitting at. She gave one to Harry, Ron, then gave Hermione a sweet smile and placed the last bottle down in front of her. "This one's for you." She said and left. "What was that about?" Hermione wondered. "Probably starting to like you." Ron joked. Hermione whispered "No thanks." At the prospect of high temperature heat, a lot of the students began removing their cloaks, with no yells or threats coming from Snape. Hermione removed her own cloak, thew back her hair, drank down her cooling potion and got to work. Pansy, Malfoy, began snickering, Snape hid a smile. The girls uniform was made up of black dress shoes, white knee socks, a short pleaded dark grey skirt, white dress shirt, light gray v-cut sweater that had no sleeves, and neck tie that was striped with the house colors, in Gryffindor's case gold and red. It was about ten minutes into the exam when Hermione felt a bit bloated, she began to rub her stomach. The pressure didn't go away and she let out a little "Mmmmph." "What's wrong?" Ron whispered to her. Professor Snape had heard the whispering but he wasn't going to stop it, it added to the fun watching the drama unfold. He smiled again at Draco and Pansy. "I don't know, I just feel so bloated and full now." Hermione whispered back. "Maybe you ought to see Madam Pomfrey." "No, I can't miss an exam over a stomach ache, I'll be fine. Really." Hermione went back to work and Ron followed suit after watching her for a few seconds. After another two minutes, Hermione bit her lip and placed a hand back over her stomach. She rubbed it gently, the woman paused a second then slowly drummed her fingers across it. 'Is my stomach a little bigger?' Hermione thought out loud. "Still pretty bad?" Ron turned back to her. She nodded, then "Even worse." "Just go see Pomfrey." "No Ron!" "What good is enduring it if you keep stopping ever few minutes?" Hermione slit-ed her eyes and said. "I'm doing just fine." She bent over and got back to work. Ron watched her for another minute. 'This is getting really annoying.' Hermione thought to herself, she threw back her head, in the process her bushy brown hair as well and said "Would you please stop looking at me? It's distracting." "Hermione your tummy looks a little bigger to me." A small snap went off inside of her head but she dismissed it. "Ha, ha, don't be mistaken, I'm quite fine." "If you'd just look." "It's fine RONALD." "For goodness sakes Hermione." Ron then took her hand and forced it onto her stomach, she let out a little gasp at the feel. 'Oh no, it does feel a little round!' she thought. Slowly the woman began lowering her head until- she made a surprised expression, her stomach was bulging out a tiny bit, and it wasn't her imagination that it was slowly getting bigger. "You'd better." Ron began but Hermione cut him off. "Look, I'm sure it'll go back down in another minute." They both watched, Hermione didn't care that Ron was staring at her. But she was wrong, her belly speed up a tiny notch, her enlarging stomach would have been quite visible to anyone now. "What's going on?" Harry said turning towards Hermione and Ron's direction. "Hermione's swelling up like a balloon." "What?" Harry asked. "Oh, Ron don't panic. I'm sure there's a good reason for this." "For what?" Harry asked. "Harry my stomach is just getting a little bigger, I'm not worried at all." "Well, I for one am." Ron spoke up. "I'm wondering why hers is and not anyone else's in this class." Hermione rested a hand on her stomach, looked down then quickly withdrew it. It had grown enough to pull her sweater and shirt out but none of her skin was actually visible, yet. The trio looked around at the other students, none of them seemed to have noticed anything or were swelling, all of them were furiously working on their exam. When Ron began to turn towards Malfoy and Parkinson, he could have sworn that out of the corner of his eye he saw the two quickly turn back to their work. Something in the back of Ron's head was telling him something, "Ron?" Hermione said, a little fear in her voice. He turned back to her and got a surprise. The swelling of his friends belly had accelerated, her belly button was now visible because her creeping belly was getting too big for her shirt and sweater and was also pushing her skirt waistband down. "I, um, I think I will go see the nurse." Hermione muttered, she placed both her hands against the swelling body part and tried to push it back in. That didn't do any good, her hands were being pushed apart and the lowest button of her shirt popped off. She saw that it tried to push itself through the fabric of her sweater but was deflected and fell out onto the floor. 'Uh-oh' she muttered. Then there was a quick 'hiss' Hermione noticed Ron and Harry's eyes went wider and Ron's cheeks were turning as red as his hair. She looked down and her eyes became wider as well. Her chest had blown up a few cup sizes larger, her new endowment had pulled the collar of her V-sweater lower. Her chest swelled for another two seconds before stopping, but only after blowing off the top two buttons of her dress shirt, her stomach was still growing at a slightly quicker rate. The woman quickly removed her gold and red necktie for fear of it choking her. Ron's face went redder as he got a peak at Hermione's tight white bra before she stood up and raised her hand. Snape masterfully whipped the grin off his face and looked at his pupil. "Yes Ms. Granger?" He asked as though he didn't notice that she was swelling. "Um, Professor. I um-I'm blowing up." She said nervously. Her sweater and shirt were being ridden up by her belly which looked to be many months pregnant now. "Oh my." Snape said without any hint of sympathy. "Yes sir." Hermione started to try and pull her sweater and shirt back down over her abdomen. " I wonder whatever could have caused it?" Snape stated. Malfoy and Parkinson were snickering while several of the fellow Gryffindor showed concern for Hermione's predicament. "Well, um-sir." Hermione had once again tried pulling her sweater back over her tummy but gave up this time, it was getting too big. "Perhaps-um-perhaps something in the cooling potion had something to do with it." She said quietly while unconsciously adjusting her bra. "Then you're accusing me of brewing a poor potion, Ms Granger?" Snape said accusingly to the bloating woman. Hermione flushed redder as she adjusted her tightening skirt. "No, not at all Professor. I just-" "Or that I may have put something...'special' into your potion as a childish muggle prank?" Snape said, only to two others knowledge, rather truthfully. "No-no it's just that I think I should see Ms. Pomfrey." Hermione said nervously and noticing her stomach and sides were getting gigantic. "Ms. Granger, need I remind you that if you fail to take this final exam, you're grade will drop significantly?" "I-I don't believe that's fair Professor because I'm-" *RIP!* "-swelling" And a moment later Hermione let out a gasp. The dark grey skirt of her uniform had torn apart, it was now lying around her ankles. Hermione then yipped out of surprised and jumped to her left out of shock. The Slytherins were laughing out loud now while the Gryffindors were yelling for help or trying to calm Hermione. Ron had gotten a face full of Hermione's half naked body that was clad in white panties. He wasn't sure if his nose was bleeding or not but he could only partially turn his head away to give her some privacy. "Professor Snape what's happening to me!?" Hermione cried out, placing two hands against her now massive stomach. Her underwear was pushed an inch lower. "Don't you know, 'know-it-all- Granger?" One Slytherins called out cruelly. Harry and Ron shot the man a glare. "Yes Ms. Granger, if you have an idea please tell us." Snape took a seat on his desk and folded his arms. Hermione nervously pulled her panties up over her stomach, noting that her waistband was already stretched thinly. Her mind whirled for an answer and she wished Snape would let her leave. *pop!* *Pop pop!* More buttons had blown off her shirt from underneath her sweater, she tried to pull it lower but it was all bundling together now underneath her breasts. Her mind suddenly went back to when she was studying before breakfast, back when she was calm, thin, and fully clothed. She thought about the list of potions and she remembered the potion "Aerventilo-Santuro." potion. Her body was getting rounder and rounder. Her panties were pushed back underneath her stomach, to a spot where they wouldn't be stretched out so much. She whipped her head around, her hair flowing around her. "The 'Aerventilo-Santuro' potion is what this must be! There are spells that inflate but I would have felt a spell hitting me. The potion fills up the drinker with air, expanding their body and making it harder for them to cast spells." Hermione's breasts took on another swelling, the collar of her sweater was pulled down low enough that her cleavage was peeking through, her white cups were visible, while the sweater and shirt were partially showing off the lower part of her chest, revealing more of her matching bra. The sweater was so tight that her nipples were outline pretty well. "Very good." Snape comment. "Now may I ask 'why'?" "Why what, sir?" "Why did you put some of the Aerventilo-Santuro potion into my perfectly brewed potion? For attention as usual perhaps?" "But-but sir this isn't my fault!" Hermione cried, her arms were starting to lift up. Harry and Ron could feel the anger flaring inside of themselves but they couldn't shout out because Snape wanted them to do just that. They weren't sure on how to help their friend, they just kept watching. Snape stood up and said. "Actually I just remembered something, the potion can be made not only to put air in one's body but helium instead." "Wha-what!?" Hermione nearly screamed, scared at the idea of floating up above the class. Pansy Parkinson then left her seat and crossed the room over to Hermione, before Ron could stop her, Pansy poked Hermione in the stomach. "Don't do that!" The woman screamed. "Oh her skin is SO taunt!" Pansy laughed. Ron was about to intervene when Snape said "Now, now, Ms. Parkinson. Please retake your seat. Besides the potion isn't designed to kill someone, their body will stretch just fine, to whatever amount of potion they drink." Harry was glaring at Malfoy who was laughing, he glanced back at his bloating friend and noticed her thighs were a bit thicker as well. "Ooooooh Professor Snape!" She suddenly called out. Harry looked down at her feet and saw that her heals were leaving the floor. She was flapping her arms franticly. "I-I think I'm going to float!" Snape glanced at her. "So I see." Hermione's body was also widening, she kept flapping her arms. "Help!" she yelled out, then the sleeves of her shirt were torn off and slide down her arms onto the floor. "Ron, Harry, DO SOMETHING!" she threw a look at her two friends. "Like what?" Ron said flabbergasted. "Maybe-ugh!" The woman's body widened another inch, then her sweater and shirt were torn apart as well, the pieces joined her sleeves and skirt. Her body was rounding and bloating up, her arms were getting a bit wider as well as her legs which appeared to be pulling in. She was clad only in shoes, socks, and tremendously tight panties and bra. "Maybe try and keep me to the ground!" She continued angrily. Ron's debating side took over. "Hey don't blame me for this!" He pointed a finger at her. Hermione was exasperated. "Blaming you? Who's blaming you!? I just don't want to float up in the air!" "I heard it in your tone!" "Ron stop acting like a child and stop me from hitting the ceiling!" Hermione's toes were barely touching the floor. Harry paused to roll his eyes. 'They're squabbling as though nothing unusual is happening...as usual. "Eep!" Hermione squeaked as her breasts and body got a brief surge of growth, miraculously her bra and panties held on. "Ron!" She called out as her body began to float up. "Ugh." Was all the red haired man could say as Hermione floated up above his head. "RON!" Hermione called out angrily, her body began to rotate around so that her head was pointing at the floor, her hair falling around her. The Sltherins were laughing really hard now at the bloated upside down, nearly naked Hermione. The woman wasn't done expanding yet, her breasts slowly started inflating again. She bit her lip 'Oooh! This bra is getting so tight on me!' she thought back to how comfortable it was less than an hour ago. "For goodness sakes Ron please help me down!" She said to her friend, her body bobbled down with her dark eyes nearly falling right in front of his. "Why do you want me to do it?" His cheeks were red. "Why not Harry?" Hermione rolled her eyes. "Because-" she began, but then her chest grew a smidgeon bigger and the bra was at it's limits. She gritted her teeth "Because-" she began a second time but then there was a snap and her bra went flying off her. The ruined underwear landed on Ron's head, he quickly shook his head so it fell off, joining the rest of her attire. "Down to just her knickers now!" Hermione heard Malfoy call out. Her face became redder at the fact that all she had left were her panties and those were getting tighter. She began to kick her feet so she wasn't upside down anymore, her body began to readjust itself. "Ron! I want you to pull me down because you're the tallest!" She screamed, her body was now floating horizontally in the air, with her head facing the back of the class room and her feet pointing at Malfoy, giving him a good look at her nearly naked body. She shook her head irritably to get her hair out of her face. She kept kicking her legs but felt it getting harder to do and concluded that her thighs were getting absorbed into her body as well. The same for her arms, all that remained of them were her forearms and hands, her calves were thickening too pushing her socks down. "Ronald please!" She whispered, her shimmering panties slid down even lower. Harry noticed a hole was growing in them around her lower side, her skin was forcing it's way through. 'Not much longer' he thought uncomfortably. Hermione's head was nearly pointing at the ceiling when everyone could hear a slow ripping sound. "ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNN!!!" She screamed out as her poor panties finally took too much and were torn apart in several places, they joined the shirts, bra, and skirt. The Slytherins were doubling over with laughter now. Hermione's whole body was red with embarrassment and anger. "Thank you Ron! I'm now naked are you happy!?" Ron wasn't quite sure what to say to the naked floating woman that looked at him. "I love you." he whispered. No one but Hermione had heard it. "What?" she whispered, her voice was a bit muffled because her breasts were in front of her mouth. "I said I love you." Hermione's eyes widened, "Oh Ron-" she started to say when the door slammed open and Professor McGonagall stepped in with Neville Longbottom, who was considered a chicken by his fellow Gryffindors, had bravely left class to bring help. McGonagall was a stern teacher with her hair tied back in a bun and had spectacles. Her nostrils were flared with anger she was one not to cross. "I'm glad there's someone here with enough sense to leave class and bring help! I am very ashamed at you Slytherins! For laughing at this poor woman and not helping her!" McGonagall held up her wand and pointed it at Hermione, a second later she gently landed on the ground. "You'll have to see Madam Pomfrey. Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley would you two be so kind as to roll your friend over to the nurse? I'll speak to Professor Snape here about letting you three re-take the final exam. In the meantime I'll have a talk about responsibility with everyone here." Harry and Ron began to push her bloated friend, they rolled her through the room and amazingly the doorway widened up to allow all three to pass through with no trouble. By the time they rolled her up the stairs and out of the dungeons they began to talk. Ron spoke up. "It had to have been Malfoy and Parkinson! They were laughing about something and I'm sure Snape let them do it!" Hermione was smiling the whole time, she finally snapped out of it and looked up. "Hmmm? Oh yes, I wouldn't be surprised at all....Ronny." She said teasingly. "What?" Harry said, confused by Hermione's flirting nature. "Oh nothing, Harry." She smiled. Ron was trying to roll Hermione without touching her large breasts but each time he did she'd giggle happily. "So what do we do?" Harry asked. "Pay back." Ron said. Hermione thought about it, though Malfoy and Parkinson had helped get Ron to notice her, she couldn't let them get away with it. "Yes I say we teach them a lesson. And I think your brothers Fred and George can help with that Ron." Fred and George were well renowned for being the ultimate pranksters, they were currently running a popular joke shop. Ron grinned. "I'll send them an owl and explain the situation."

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, blowkiss, hose in navel, inflation Text: "Hi, Jessi. Can you come to Ms. Evans' office? She needs to talk to you right away." "Umm... sure." Jessi hung up the phone, her heart simultaneously rising to her throat and sinking into her stomach. It was Friday afternoon and she had watched four of her employees, her admin assistant, and her director all receive the bad news and get escorted from the building. She had thought that she would be immune from the layoffs but her team was laid off beneath her and her peers' annual reviews were just as good as hers. Getting called into her division VP's office on a day like today was hardly a good sign. Jessi stood at her desk and surveyed her cubicle, making a quick mental note of the personal effects she would need to gather when she returned. Taking a deep breath, she began the trek to the elevator, a modern day Trail of Tears that would take her up to the 27th floor. As she stepped off the large elevator and into the corridor, she took in the trappings of the 27th floor for what she expected was the last time. The furniture was more expensive, the lighting softer, the ceilings taller, the hallways and doors wider, the view out the windows less claustrophobic. Jessi followed the hallway until she reached the door leading to her fate: ALYSSA EVANSVICE PRESIDENT, OPERATIONS Jessi took a deep breath and opened the door. Katrina, Ms. Evans' executive assistant, sat at her desk behind a stack of red folders. Putting the finishing touches on termination paperwork, no doubt, before taking it all down to HR. The door clicked shut and Katrina looked up from the open folder she was currently working on. "Hi, Jessi," Katrina said. "Ms. Evans is ready to see you." Katrina closed the open folder and stood, her bust brushing against the edge of the desk. Jessi watched Katrina's bubble butt wobbling within her pencil skirt as she walked toward the tall, wide sliding doors leading to Ms. Evans' office. Even the assistants were well paid up here, or at least they looked the part; Jessi sometimes wondered if they made more than she did. Katrina slid one of the doors open just a bit, turned to face Jessi, and briefly touched Jessi's arm as the side of her mouth curled up ever so slightly. Was that a smile?? Jessi thought. She did not know Katrina all that well; they had hung out a bit during office parties, but they fell just short of "friend" status. So was Katrina smiling because Jessi wasn't getting laid off? Or was Jessi getting laid off and Katrina was happy about it because she was holding a secret grudge for some reason? Jessi did not let her panic show. She returned the guarded smile and stepped into Ms. Evans's office. "Thank you, Katrina," Ms. Evans said, and Katrina closed the door. "Have a seat, Jessi." Jessi approached nervously and sat in one of the comfortable chairs facing the desk. On the desk sat a regular manila folder, among various other things "I know today has been hard on everyone, but I wanted to have a quick chat." Jessi had been staring at the folder, dreading that she was getting laid off and that they had just run out of red folders. She could almost hear her heart pounding. Then she realized that Ms. Evans had said something and that there had been several seconds of silence. Jessi flinched and looked up. Ms. Evans smiled pleasantly and reached her puffy arms around her considerable chest and clasped her hands at her sternum, right where her rounded belly began arcing toward the desk. "You can relax, sweetheart," she said. "You're not losing your job." Jessi almost fell out of her chair with relief and sighed so hard she almost gagged herself. "Oh my God, thank you," she said, pressing a hand to her chest as if that alone could calm her heart down. Ms. Evans opened the folder and held up a sheet of paper with Jessi's photo on it - Jessi's HR record - while her other hand rested atop her stomach. Jessi noted that there were no gaps between the buttons in Ms. Evans's blouse despite the enormous curves it contained. Oh, to be able to afford such custom clothing. "You've worked here for fourteen years," Ms. Evans said, studying Jessi's HR profile. "First job out of college," Jessi said, nodding. "Manager of software development for most of that time." Jessi nodded again. "You've been passed over twice for a promotion to director of IT." Ms. Evans paused and looked right at Jessi. "By me." Jessi swallowed, nodded again. "After being turned down twice, why didn't you get the hell out of here? You've got enough of a resume to reach director level somewhere. Hell, maybe even my level." "Because I believe in what we do." "But you've been here fourteen years. This has been your only job in the workforce. How do you know that an equally meaningful job with better pay isn't out there?" Jessi started to get the feeling that she was being talked into, in effect, laying herself off. She wasn't going to let it work. "I don't. But I know that I'm happy here, even though I haven't moved up quite as fast as I'd hoped, and that I work for good people I admire. Maybe the grass isn't greener." Ms. Evans sat there, a slight smirk on her face, then returned Jessi's HR profile to the desk and closed the folder. "I know," she said and leaned back in her chair, again crossing her swollen arms across her breasts. "Do you want to know the truth about why you didn't get promoted?" Jessi's brow furrowed. "Please." "I didn't promote you to director because I knew the time wasn't right and the job wasn't right. I wanted to save you for something better." Ms. Evans played her eyes across the room. "What do you think of the office?" Jessi brushed her brown hair behind her ears and looked around. It looked nice. It smelled nice. The view out the window was nice. "It's nice," she shrugged. "Good," Ms. Evans said, her smirk spreading into a grin. "It's yours. You're the new vice president of operations. Congratulations." Jessi's jaw would have hit the floor and rattled around if it hadn't been attached. "Wh... what??" she blurted out. "What about you?" "Jerry is retiring in a month. I'll be moving up to be president." "I don't... what's the pay?" Ms. Evans smirked. "Triple your current salary." Jessi's eyes widened. "GT180,000?" "Give or take. The raise goes into effect immediately, and since it's the last day of the month, you get your first paycheck now!" "Now?" Jessi nervously looked down at her blouse and skirt. Ms. Evans acted as if she hadn't heard. "Plus, in appreciation for your loyalty to the company after being denied your first promotion, I'd like to give you a back-pay bonus for what you would have earned if you'd gotten promoted." "Ms. Evans," Jessi tried to interject, holding up a finger. Ms. Evans continued. "So that's roughly GT40,000 per year for six years, plus better benefits you missed out on, plus bonuses..." "Ms. Evans," Jessi said again, sitting forward. "...plus clothing allowance, vehicle stipend, and then adjust for the rate of inflation..." "Ms. Evans!" Ms. Evans jumped. "What's wrong, dear?" Jessi chuckled incredulously. "I can't accept all of that today." Ms. Evans paused, a confused look on your face. "You don't want the job?" "No, it's not that," Jessi said, rubbing her temples with her fingers. "I'm not sure I'm qualified for the job, but I absolutely do want it." "Then what's the problem?" "Look at me!" Jessi said, gesturing to herself. "I didn't dress appropriately at all for carrying that kind of cash." "I haven't even told you how much that'll be," Ms. Evans said, returning to her original train of thought. "As I was saying, your first new paycheck plus all of the back-pay adjusted for inflation... we'll call it an even GT400,000." Jessi gasped and slumped backward in her chair. "F-four hundred... thousand..." Ms. Evans beamed. "Life-changing, huh?" Jessi's vision blurred slightly; she rubbed her eyes. "Ms. Evans... I've never carried more cash than GT30,000, and that was only long enough to go from the bank to the car dealer." "Well, you're in for quite the experience then." Ms. Evans pushed a button on her desk phone. "Katrina, is my ATM ready?" "Yes, Ms. Evans," came Katrina's reply. "Thank you, Katrina." Ms. Evans waddled around the desk and beckoned Jessi to join her at the ATM on the wall. The small screen showed Jessi's name and employee ID number, and a whopping GT400,000 cash to be withdrawn. Ms. Evans detached the hose with her pudgy fingers and gestured to Jessi's blouse. "Lift up or take off." With shaky hands, Jessi lifted up her blouse just enough to expose her navel. Ms. Evans maneuvered her swollen arm into position and stuck the hose in, then tapped a button on the ATM. The display changed to say "Dispensing" and a hissing sound arose in the room as the obscenely large number on the screen began decreasing. Being blown up with money was not an unfamiliar feeling to Jessi. Jessi had gotten out of the habit of carrying Gallons Tender inside her person unless she really needed to. Sure, she'd carry a little extra here and there when she felt like a confidence boost, but it would have to go straight back into the bank anyway. Jessi's blouse had pulled completely tight around her growing breasts and the skirt had ridden up quite a bit as her butt swelled. When her stomach started to push outward she checked the screen: only GT8,000 transferred, but already more than her normal monthly paycheck. It was also enough that she no longer had to hold the blouse up herself, her growing belly stretching it tight and poking out below it. By the GT12,000 mark the blouse didn't even cover her stomach at all, and was beginning to reveal more and more of her breasts. When the inflating began to spread to Jessi's limbs, she spread her feet apart to maintain her balance and give her legs room to grow. Her skirt had become all but useless, tightly bunched around her hips and providing a clear view of her underwear. Her flesh bubbled out above and below, her torso beginning to widen. Jessi's breasts even surpassed Ms. Evans' pair, two medicine balls far more of which were outside her blouse and bra than in. Jessi struggled to reach across her chest and pull up the blouse and relieve some tension. Her arms had nearly tripled in width, her thighs double their normal size. Indeed, the rest of her had surpassed Ms. Evans as well. Jessi's skirt finally snapped, letting her hips and waist bulge outward in all directions. When her back began to fill out, her blouse slid up the rest of the way, collecting loosely around her collarbone. It became impossible to tell her hips and waist apart. Her legs were spreading wider as they grew, her arms lifting up at her sides. Her rounding torso spread almost four feet in all directions. Jessi looked at the screen and saw that she was nearing the GT30,000 mark. Yes, this was a familiar size. She remembered what it had been like when she got approved for the car loan and had to go pick up the money. Her sister had had to help her waddle out of the bank, and she had to lie on the floor in the back of the van on the way to the car dealership. It hadn't lasted more than 45 minutes before they pumped the money out of her and she drove off in her new car, but it was still a surreal experience for someone who lived a relatively modest life. "Look at you, high roller!" Ms. Evans exclaimed. Jessi chuckled. "Crazy to think that, this time, this money is all mine and not the bank's." "You get used to it. Do you need some help with your—" "Yes, please." Ms. Evans wobbled her way around the steadily expanding Jessi and began fumbling with the hooks on her bra. Such a task wasn't easy when you couldn't bend your arms very well, but after a few expletives she released Jessli's overstretched bra. The widening mounds of her breasts settled and began spreading further apart slightly as her chest inflated beneath them. Jessi never thought anyone at work would see her boobs, much less like this. Jessi had grown to be nearly six feet wide when she realized she couldn't move her arms and legs. They were wide and puffy, sticking diagonally out of the predominant sphere of her torso. She estimated her feet must have been four feet apart. The ATM was speeding up; Jessi now held over GT80,000. Her breasts, once bulbous spheres in their own right, had receded into hemispherical domes adorning her increasingly vast chest. Ms. Evans could see Jessi trying to move her feet and stay standing. "Here, dear, this will be easier on you." Ms. Evans waddled to Jessi's side and laid her hands on Jessi's tight skin, then gently tipped her forward just enough for her belly to catch her as it bumped into the floor. Jessi's arms and legs gradually grew shorter, changing from elongated puffy cones to firm mounds wider than they were long, to barely noticeable curves, and then, finally, nothing at all. Without her legs to hold her up, the newly spherical Jessi rolled backward slightly, resting on her bikini area whose surface area could be measured in square feet instead of square inches. And she still had a ways to go, for she wasn't even half done. Jessi pondered the absurdity of abandoning tangible money, of measuring legal tender not with bills and coins but with gallons of inert gas. What purpose does it serve for anyone to carry this much money, other than to simply take it straight to deposit at a bank? Why couldn't they just transfer the funds electronically like they did in the old days? How could anyone possibly do anything useful with this much money on their person? Not to mention that in public you'd be a huge (literally) target for getting mugged if you didn't have a security escort. The ATM kept up its work; Jessi felt herself finally lose her panties. Her hands and feet had swelled up and her neck was becoming the next to go. Jessi watched the "Funds remaining" number on the screen hit five digits, then four, then three. And just like that, it was over. The sensation at her belly button subsided, the hissing sound that had resonated within her now silent. Jessi was over ten feet wide, but she did not make the spacious office cramped at all. Ms. Evans rolled Jessi backward enough to disconnect the hose, then rolled her forward until Jessi's face was at eye level and pulled off the remainder of her blouse and bra from around what was left of her neck. "Remarkable, isn't it?" Ms. Evans exclaimed, patting Jessi's smooth body. "How do you feel?" Jessi thought a moment. "Weird. Rich, I guess? But mostly weird." Ms. Evans laughed. "That's about right." She glanced at the clock. "Well! I'd better be off if I'm going to make it home in time for dinner. I'll be moving down the hall first thing Monday morning, and Katrina will help you move in." "But, Ms. Evans!" Jessi cried. "What about me? I'm too big to fit through your door! Or the elevator! Or—" "It's your door now," Ms. Evans corrected her. "And your office. And don't worry, your assistant can help you with that. Congratulations." She leaned in toward Jessi and spoke in a lower voice. "Katrina really does do a good job. Make sure to reward her whenever you can." With a wink, Ms. Evans turned and waddled toward the office door and slid it open. "Katrina, I'm off. Jessi is ready for you. Have a good weekend." "You too, Ms. Evans," Jessi could hear Katrina say. Then Katrina walked into the office, beginning to unbutton her blouse. The doors slid open the rest of the way and two women in coveralls filed into the office. Katrina nonchalantly approached the newly promoted blimp. "Jessi, how much would you like me to carry for you?" Jessi looked puzzled. "Katrina, what are you—" Katrina's blouse was off and she was shimmying out of her skirt. "How much?" She slipped her heels off her feet, now dressed only in her bra and panties. "But I don't—" "Jessi," Katrina said, gently placing a hand on Jessi's chest, "if you let me carry some of your money then you'll shrink down enough to fit through the door. If you let me take half then we'll both be able to fit through the door and into the service elevator, and then we'll be off to your bank. So do you want me to carry half?" "Oh." Jessi sat silently for a moment. "You've done this for Ms. Evans before?" "Many times." "Okay. Uh, yes, GT200,000." "Perfect." Katrina smiled and began typing the number into an app on her phone. "Katrina, how much are you carrying right now?" Katrina looked up from her phone, then looked down and sized up her breasts and butt with her hands. "A couple grand." Jessi did the quick math in her head. "When we get to the bank, we'll make sure they only take out GT195,000." "Aw," Katrina spread her arms wide and hugged the globe of her new boss, resting her cheek between Jessi's breasts. "Thank you so much, Jessi." Then she stood back. "Shall we?" Jessi nodded, but when Katrina didn't react she realized that her head hadn't actually moved. "Yes, let's." Katrina put a mouthpiece in her mouth and handed her phone to one of the other women. Then she rolled Jessi forward a little more to reach her better and locked her lips with Jessi's. The woman tapped the phone's screen, and Katrina began swelling rapidly. Jessi felt the money rush out of her, through the pump in Katrina's mouthpiece, and deep into Katrina's body. Her stomach blew up into a round ball almost immediately, breasts outgrowing her bra within seconds, hips spreading out at the sides, limbs plumping up. Katrina's newly massive breasts rubbed against Jessi's as her body began to yield to the same generally spherical shape. It was over seemingly almost as soon as it began. Although Jessi had only shrunk a couple of feet, within about a minute Katrina had inflated to the same eight-foot diameter, same rotund form, same domed breasts. When the pump shut off one of the other women rolled Katrina forward and removed the mouthpiece from her mouth, placing it and her phone into one of her pockets. "Okay," Katrina said. "The truck is waiting at the loading dock. Let's go." "Lead the way," Jessi said. Katrina smiled at Jessi one more time. "I'm really excited to be working for you, Jessi." And then Katrina's pretty face was gone, swept across the surface of her body and beyond her horizon as one of the women rolled her away. Jessi felt hands on her butt and then she was being rolled too, through her new office, through Katrina's office, and out into the hallway. Other employees of varying largesse got out of the new VP's way as they passed by. Katrina went down the elevator first, then Jessi, and once at the loading dock they were rolled into the back of an 18-wheeler and driven off. Such was the first day of the rest of Jessi's career.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Implied Popping, cheerleader, magic Text: "Wha... What's happening?" asked Kirsten. "Hey!" laughed a funny sounding voice with a speech impediment. "She's coming around!" "Why so she is!" chuckled another, more sultry sounding voice. "How's it going Kirsten?" "My head..." she started, trying to rub it but her hands were tied behind her back. "Wha...?" she screamed. She opened her eyes but everything was all blurry. "Where am I?" "My basement!" giggled the funnier voice as Kirsten regained the ability to focus. She was tied to a swivel chair, held down by leather straps. In front of her stood two gothic looking girls, one fat, the other fairly seductive looking. She immediately pegged whose voice belonged to who. But she couldn't make out their faces, her sight still hassling her. "Who are you?" she asked timidly. "See?" asked the trim one, prancing in front and getting right into Kirsten's face. "We've been in most of her classes for a good four years and she still has no clue who we are! See what popularity does to you?" She turned back to Kirsten. "I'm Raven!" growled the girl. "Raven McCoy! And that's Gwenda!" She said pointing to the chubbier one. Gwenda gave a sheepish little wave. Kirsten's face still showed confusion. "behind you in english" Raven sneered. She went right back to the growling again. "...And you have something I want!" "What?" asked Kirsten. "What do you want from me?" her sight was getting back to normal and she could now recognize the two. She'd never known them by name but she did recognize them. Kirsten wasn't your usual cheerleader though. She had tried to be nice to everyone, no matter what they looked like. She tried to think if she'd ever wronged them in anyway. Had she? "Craig!" Raven stomped, as she straightened out and stared down at Kirsten with fire in her eyes. Craig? But Craig was Kirsten's boyfriend. Had he done something to piss these two off? "Listen... whatever he did to you, I'm sure..." "He hasn't done anything to us!" said Gwenda with a giggle. "And he never will as long as you're in the picture!" growled Raven. "That's why we're all gathered here today!" she said mockingly as she strolled around the swivel chair Kirsten was tied to. "You see, I've wanted Craig. Wanted him bad! Bad enough to do anything! And you see, my friend Gwenda here? She's a powerful little Wiccan! I've seen it myself." "I'm not that powerful!" Gwenda shrugged modestly. Raven hushed her. "And since bumping you off is illegal and may raise questions... we're going to humiliate you in front of Craig, so he can dump you. And while he's depressed and all embarrassed for having wanted anything to do with you in the first place, I'll swoop in and he'll be all mine!" Raven cackled. Tears started to roll down Kirsten's cheeks. She was scared. "Wha...What are you going to do to humiliate me?!" she asked. Gwenda piped in with her lisp. "You see, I found this spell a week ago I've been dyin' to try out!" she snickered. "But just for shits and giggles..." laughed Raven. "And cuz I'm evil... we're going to do it slowly over the course of tonight. Then, so when school comes tomorrow, you'll be all set!" "Tell me!" demanded Kirsten. Raven winked at Gwenda as she leaned up against the back wall. "have her bust out of those straps the hard way" she laughed, just over her breath, enough for Kirsten to hear and get even more frightened. She was still in her Cheerleading uniform, practice having just let out a little while ago. Her memory started to defog and she remembered walking to her car when suddenly this minivan with tinted windows pulled up next to her. She stopped to see what the matter was and when she did, she was pulled in! Now blonde with her athletic, firm body tried to struggle as Gwenda approached her with an ancient looking book. Kirsten had never been a big believer in Wicca and all that crazy stuff but what if something did happen? She didn't want to stay and find out. Gwenda started to wave her hand not holding the book. Just then Kirsten kicked the swivel chair away. "Running won't help!" snickered Raven, hopping up on a dusty old table filled with stacks of old board games. "It'll just make it more fun!" "etalfni liw uoy won, Blondie!" laughed Gwenda with her waving hand. Lightning strobed thru the cellar windows and the lights flickered in the house. Everything fell silent as the lights popped back on. "Is that it?" asked Raven. "I feel fine." said Kirsten with a giggle. Gwenda Stuttered to try and explain but Raven was already growling in anger. Kirsten laughed at them. "What were you trying to do? I feel great... better than before... almost as if I'm..." Her laughter stopped. The two goths looked up at her. "What the...?" Kirsten stopped dead in her tracks. The swivel chair came to a stop in the center of the floor where she started from. "What's the matter Kirsten?" asked Raven coyly. "You seem to look a little under the weather." "I feel... gassy! A little bloated all of a sudden!" winced Kirsten from the chair. She struggled but the straps were way too tight for her to free herself. "What are you doing to me?" she asked, the pressure inside of her building up slowly. The two girls looked at one another with a successful giggle, wondering if they should tell the poor cheerleader. "You'll find out soon enough!" laughed Gwenda. Kirsten continued to coo and writhe as much as the restraints would allow, trying to get as comfortable as she possible could. But the pressure kept increasing. She tried to summon up a burp. But the pigtailed cheerleader wasn't able too. The spectacle made the two goth giggle. "Having problems?" asked Raven. Kirsten mustered up the evilest eye she possibly could. "Just wait. I don't think you'll like what comes next!" Just then the pressure became too much for poor Kirsten to handle and she started to plea in moaning whimpers. "Please!" she begged. "Stop this! It... It... I feel so bloated!" The two goths looked at another and giggled. Just then, Kirsten felt her middle get so full of gas (or whatever), it started to bulge a little. "I'm... I'm..." "She's... She's..." lisped Gwenda. "...Blowing up like a balloon!" cackled Raven. Kirsten struggled and fidgeted while her flat abs puffed out into a soft curve. She changed her breathing but nothing seemed to slow it down, let alone stop it. Instead, she realized that she was swelling up even faster. "Isn't it great? I mean I know cheerleaders are airheads, but this brings new meaning!" Raven enjoyed rubbing the salt on open wounds. Kirsten wasn't completely narcissistic but Raven knew she took great pride in her appearance. Kirsten wasn't listening though. Her attention was focused on her new bulging belly being cut by the already super tight leather belt around her waist. Her eyes welling up with tears, she continued to moan. "You're making me into... a blimp?!" she cried. The belt constricted as her waistline continued to disappear. She could feel the growth spread from her middle now that the belt was getting in the way. "That's right." said Raven. "I asked what was the most humiliating spell she could find. I thought that was pretty good. You a silly little cheerleader, so pumped full of air! It's gotta do something to a girl's ego!" Kirsten kept growing as the tears started to roll down her cheeks. Her breasts bobbed a little as they seemed to raise off of her chest. She felt her hips widening between the arms of the swivel chair, squeezing her. She was getting too large for the belt to handle now. It was starting to restrict her breathing now. "Deflate me now!" insisted Kirsten. "This instant!" The belt started to creak. It wasn't going to stretch anymore. "Here comes the fun part!" Raven nudged Gwenda, not listening to Kirsten's pleas. Her moans and groans got louder as the belt cut tighter and tighter. 'POP!' At first Kirsten thought it was her gut, so instinct told her to look down. She was shocked by what she saw! Under breasts that were each the size of regulation-sized volleyballs was a belly looking as though it had gone 5 months of pregnancy. Her hips and thighs appeared to be in proportion to her boobs and she wasn't sure if she'd be able to free her now inflated ass cheeks from the chair. Even her upper arms felt puffy, pulling the bind around her wrists even tighter. Fortunately, it felt as though the growing was slowing down. Gwenda unbinded her hands as Raven propped a fill length mirror in front of Kirsten. She slowly unwedged her ass from the swivel chair and stood up. "Omigod!" cried Kirsten. She got up and smoothed out her uniform. She wanted to attack the two but was too enthralled by the way they had pumped her up! Besides they might make her grow again. Her breasts were just smaller than her head, as were her ass cheeks which formed a nice cone into her thick thighs, pushing up her skirt and bloomers in back. Under the sweater of her cheerleading uniform, her belly seemed to dominate, stopping at what looked to be an even six months, if she was pregnant of course. It pulled the knitted sweater so tight, one could hear threads snapping and popping with each minute movement. She began to cry again. Gwenda admired her handiwork. Raven enjoyed her pain. "And this is how the whole night's going to go!" snickered Raven. "You do as we say or you get bigger! You do as we don't say, you get bigger! Try running away? Ha! We'll fill you up so much, you'll beg us to let you burst!" Kirsten's whimpering metamorphisized into a full on blubbering as the puffed up cheerleader continued to look at herself in the mirror. She poked herself in certain spots seeing how firm the growth was. All the newly stretched skin felt sore and tender! "Now the fun and games?" asked Gwenda. "You got it!" snickered Raven. Kirsten pulled her attention away from her new inflated appearance. "Fun and... games?" asked a frightened Kirsten. "That's right." smirked Raven. "Just making you swell up isn't enough. We want to embarrass you more, so we devised some fun games for us to play!" "And if I don't?" asked Kirsten defiantly. "I thought we already covered that?" smiled Raven, puffing out her own cheeks as a sign of what would become of poor Kirsten, sending a shiver down the swollen girl's spine. "You'll have to do as we say! Hell, you could be doing as we say and we might just puff you up for the hell of it!" snickered the bitchy goth. "What do you suggest first, Gwenda?" "Let's just see how well she can walk now that she's so big." suggested Gwenda. "Sounds good!" snickered Raven, giving Kirsten a shove. Kirsten stumbled, her thighs rubbing for the first time in her life as she tried to gain her balance. She was lucky she didn't bounce onto her newly inflated ass, as she was just able to stay standing. "Now walk!" commanded Raven. Kirsten felt as though she had no choice. She took an awkward step, her breasts, belly, and ass cheeks jiggling with her. Gwenda laughed at how the once lithe Kirsten jiggled more than her now. "Keep going!" commanded Raven. "And faster!" Kirsten took another step, then another. She realized that due to her new wider frame, she was waddling! "Now we want you to run laps around the basement here!" Kirsten huffed but wasn't going to protest. She started to pick up her pace a little bit more. The two goths giggled as Kirsten struggled with her new, rounder shape. Moving around, she realized just how tight her cheerleader outfit had gotten on her. The sweater kept creaking as it started to come apart at the threads. She felt her bra cutting into her massive breasts, causing a little bit of spill over that rubbed against the sweater fibers, sort of tickling her. Even her ass cheeks bobbled in her extremely tight bloomers as she waddled her way around the cellar. She didn't want to get bigger! She had to do what they said! "Run Forrest, Run!" laughed Gwenda. Tears were coming to her eyes due to laughing so hard. "i'm... glad... you... find... this... funny!" huffed Kirsten, slowing down. "I didn't tell you to stop, Blimpy!" growled Raven. "Gwenda, nail her!" She turned back to Kirsten. "You think we're playing here? You'll stop when I tell you to stop dammit!" "No, please... I... just..." Kirsten struggled but it was too late. She stopped, only too feel the pressure tightening inside her. Gwenda giggled as she swirled her finger. Suddenly, Kirsten could feel her belly start to inflate again. "Please! Stop! HELP! HELP!" hollered Kirsten as her breast stretched out her sweater, the stitching pulling tighter and getting ready to explode off of her. "Who do you think will help you?" laughed Raven. It's just us here. "Gwenda's parents are on a cruise! And besides! These walls are soundproof. Looks like no one's going to be able to keep us from making you a big giant zeppelin!" Kirsten could only shriek in return. Raven signaled Gwenda who only made Kirsten grow faster. Kirsten looked down at her belly, her sweater riding up over it. If she was pregnant, she looked as though she was ready to deliver. But the inflating continued and she only got bigger. Kirsten's shrieks turned back into mild whimpers as the girl waddled around, more awkward the fuller she got. "Save a little for later!" giggled Raven, signaling Gwenda to stop. Kirsten took a deep breath and looked down to see how much she had grown. Her belly looked a month overdue and her breasts were the size of regulation-sized basketballs. Her skirt had rode up over her massive butt cheeks and wide flaring hips. She wondered how big she would get before the evening was through. She sneered at Raven. "You're mad at me, aren't you?" Snickered the goth. "What do you think?" Growled Kirsten. "Why don't you attack me?" laughed Raven. "But you'll..." "No I won't! Promise! Only if you don't! Then I might!" giggled Raven. "Now c'mon! Hit me, you big blimp! Give me the best your bloated body can dish out!" Awkwardly, Kirsten shuffled a step forward as Raven kept mocking her. It had become even harder for Kirsten to stay standing, let alone get in a fist fight! She readied a fist anyway, hauling it back as much as her swollen upper arm would allow. Raven tilted her face and cleared a shot for Kirsten. "C'mon, blimpie" hollered Raven intimidatingly. "What are you waiting for? Having trouble bending those plump fingers of yours?" With that, Gwenda squeamishly turned away as Kirsten swung. Raven snickered as the fist approached her head. She ducked out the way easily, but all the force that Kirsten put into it swung her around and landed her on the ground with a balloon-like squeak. "What's the matter? Miss?" smirked Raven, extending a finger and poking it into Kirsten's belly. "Coo like Poppin' Fresh, chubby!" "It's not really fat!" reminded Gwenda, unshielding her eyes. "Whatever!" laughed Raven, grabbing Kirsten's hair. "She has to coo! Now Coo!" demanded Raven. "whoo...hoo" winced Kirsten painfully as Raven jabbed her finger again. "Sorry! I didn't feel it! Try again!" snickered Raven. "This time with emotion!" "Yeah!" agreed Gwenda, jabbing her too. "Quit it!" winced Kirsten. "I don't know how much more I can take before I...!" "Oh we've tried this before! You've got plenty of room! There's no reason to worry! We haven't even gotten started yet!" Laughed Raven. She got serious. "Now Coo, damn you!" "Whoo-hoo!" attempted Kirsten. The two goths giggled and stopped poking her. Kirsten gave a sigh of relief! "I'm going to run upstairs and get some snacks! Don't inflate her any while I'm up there!" warned Raven. "I won't!" sighed a disappointed Gwenda. Kirsten struggled, trying to get onto her feet but it was way too cumbersome with her new bulk. "You know, this is nothing personal. I'm only helping out my friend! But after years of Cheerleaders making fun of me, I can't help but get a little excited." Gwenda smiled. "But I never... said anything like that to you!" panted Kirsten, still fumbling. "That's just it." said Gwenda as she got a little upset. "You never said anything at all to me! You ignored me! So now your boyfriend's going to ignore you!" She said helping her to her feet. Kirsten actually felt kind of bad for a second until she remembered the situation at hand. "But aren't you satisfied yet?" asked Kirsten, waddling around a little as she regained her balance. "Look what you've done to me! I'm all bloated up like a balloon! The pressure is too much and it gets more intense each time you inflate me! Please stop! Please!" "Hit her again!" growled Raven from the halfway up the basement stairs. She had her arms filled with nachos and popcorn and junkfood to snack on while she and Gwenda watched Kirsten make a fool of herself. "Just a little rounder! If she wants to complain and beg for mercy, that's what she gets!" Gwenda reluctantly turned back toward Kirsten with a swirling finger. "No..." cried Kirsten. But it was already too late. Her sweater started to creak more as her breasts seemed to balloon out. There was suddenly a loud snap and Kirsten realized that it was her bra! It was relieving for a second until she noticed her sweater riding up over a belly that was the size of an overblown beachball. "Please stop!" she pleaded again as her hips started to round out into the sides of her belly, almost as though they were getting inflated into them. She continued to round out ever so slightly until Raven waved and Gwenda stopped the growth. "You gonna complain again?" smirked Raven. Kirsten shook her head no. "Good. Hey! I know! Why don't you show us some cheers?" "What?!" laughed Gwenda as they sat down in front of the overinflated cheerleader. She opened up a bag of Nachos and started munching. "Cheers?" "I don't think I can..." started Kirsten. Raven started to signal for another growth spurt but Kirsten saved herself. "What would you like... to see?" "I don't know, you silly Rah-rah girl!" laughed Raven. She shoveled in a mouthful of popcorn. "Show us all you know! It'll be a blast... Or one if you don't!" she threatened. Kirsten got into a pose and started with a basic cheer she learned back in her freshmen days. The two girls kept insisting on seeing more. Kirsten tried everyone she could think of, trying to appease them. It was difficult considering her new form. One false move and she'd be stranded on her ass like a turtle. And that would cut the show short which would in turn piss off Raven! One after another after another! She realized that if one of them didn't like a certain cheer, her waistline would gain another inch or two before the next. Each hop made her breasts bounce uncomfortably but at least the bra wasn't constraining her anymore. She tried to pull off a split but realized it was nigh impossible with thighs the width of tree trunks. It sent the girls into an uproar. She jumped, her ass cheeks bobbling under her bloomers until one jump when her shouts were accompanied by a loud rip and her bloomers ended up in two shreds on the floor. She turned bright red with humility, making Raven so very happy. But it wasn't over yet! "Yea... team!" huffed an exhausted Kirsten, tears streaming down her puffy cheeks. The two goths sat on the opposite couch finishing up their munchies, laughing and clapping as Kirsten dropped the fringed pillows she was using for pom-poms. "Hey! What are you stopping for? Keep going!" insisted Raven. "But I don't know any... others!" wheezed Kirsten. "Then make one up!" growled Raven. Kirsten paused but Raven's mockingly puffed up cheeks made her strike a pose as she tried to think of something quick. "Gimme... a... " started Kirsten. "B" shouted Raven. She nudged Gwenda "Get ready!" "Gimme... a... " started Kirsten unwillingly. "L" shouted Raven. "Gimme... a... " started Kirsten, thinking she knew where this was heading. "I" shouted Raven. "Gimme... a... " started Kirsten, fearing what would happen if she stopped. "M" shouted Raven. "Gimme... a... " started Kirsten. "P" shouted Raven. "What's... that... spell?" Growled Kirsten between wheezes. "blimp" smirked Gwenda swirling her finger. "Get her good this time!" laughed Raven. "I never wanna see her cheerlead again! That like defied the Geneva Convention!" "No... more! Enough!" pleaded Kirsten. But her cries weren't paid much mind. This time, she noticed her ass growing bigger first. Each cheek felt to have the diameter of a spare tire as they started to grow into her massive belly. She was rounding out all over, making poor Kirsten fear that any more and she'd bust wide open! She felt herself growing to the point were she couldn't bend at the elbow or at the knee; the pressure was just too much. She started to moan in long, drawn out whimpers. Her sweater was starting to come apart at the seams thanks to her monstrous breasts. Gaps formed where the sweater was ripping and little bulges of flesh came thru. But miraculously, that wasn't the only piece of clothing that was still on her. "Wow!" smiled Raven. She cautiously approached and played with Kirsten's skirt. "That looks uncomfortable." She noted as waistline cut into Kirsten's middle. She tugged on it while looking right at Kirsten with a big smile. "Have her burst right out of it!" "Please!" pleaded Kirsten. "No more!" But there was a gleam in Gwenda's eye and for a second the growth picked up in Kirsten's belly. The pressure was about to make Kirsten blackout! She was ballooning out rapidly! "Ple...ease!" Suddenly there was a loud pop! For a second, Kirsten thought it was her. But when she opened her eyes she realized that her sweater had finally given way and she was naked all except for her skirt, digging further and further into her with each surge of growth. "Stop this Now!" she screamed. But Gwenda kept going. The tears poured down Kirsten's face. What had they done to her, She thought, looking in the mirror. It didn't look as bad when clothes covered her but for her to see this was really how she'd grown? She started to get hysterical. Her breasts the size of beachballs, slowly getting absorbed into a massive sphere that was her belly. It went from under her breasts to her crotch and was almost completely spherical except for a spot in the small of her back that was on its way to being rounded too. Just then her skirt started to creak at the waistline until it snapped. "Okay good!" hollered Raven and the growing stopped as the skirt fell to the floor. She cautiously approached again. "I'm impressed." she giggled. Kirsten was still too busy crying over what happened to her in the mirror. She could see with the aide of the mirror that she was completely naked now except for her shoes and socks, stretched around massive, cone-shaped ankles. "You plumped out right nice!" Raven joked with a Southern accent. Kirsten's hair, though messy, was still in two pigtails. "It looks like you went and ate the whole cheerleading squad now!" Laughed Raven again. "Again!" corrected Gwenda. "It's not fat. It's air!" Kirsten began to moan again. Fat. She knew how to get rid of fat. But air? What would they do? Stick her with a pin? No, that might not be a good idea considering how big she was now. Her massive belly had almost made her completely spherical. The only things that managed not to be absorbed were her head (though her cheeks were quite puffy), her limbs from the joints of her elbow and knee down, forming weird cone-shaped mockeries of their former shapes, and massive breast obscuring parts of her vision. "Will I burst?" asked Kirsten choking on her tears. "No." laughed Raven. "We're not going to make you burst. We're not murderers!" "Remember this is magic!" explained Gwenda. "Theoritically none of this could really happen but magically it does, so magically, you're not going to pop. But you will get bigger and you will feel as though you would pop. There really is now telling how big you can get!" She turned to Raven. "Now? What should we play?" Raven smirked and walked towards Kirsten's duffelbag. "I don't know but this looks like something special!" she laughed snagging out a picture of skinny Kirsten and Craig together at the mall. It was Kirsten's favorite of them together. "Put that... down!" wheezed the balloon like cheerleader. "You'll have to make me!" laughed Raven, starting to back away like she was preparing for a chase. Kirsten stood motionless. "I said: You'll have to make me!" repeated Raven, as though she was cueing her up. "Come and get it, blimpie!" she hollered. Kirsten knew she was in no shape to walk even waddle at this point. But Kirsten decided to give it a try anyhow. She leaned to one side, raising her opposite foot and bringing it forward the slightest bit. Then again. Then again. She was waddling around! Raven looked angry. Like she wanted to have Kirsten fail just so she could make her bloat up some more. Kirsten was shuffling her swollen feet some more as she approached Raven. "Give me... that... picture!" huffed Kirsten waddling as quick as her rotund frame would allow. Raven tosses it like a frisbee over to Gwenda. Kirsten awkwardly changed her direction to pursue. Raven snuck behind Kirsten, ducking down. Thanks to the swelling, it was just out of Kirsten's line of sight. "Please! I beg... of you!" Kirsten waddled. Suddenly Raven extended her foot and hooked Kirsten's massive ankle. The next thing Kirsten knew she was approaching the floor, fast! With a loud 'oomph', Kirsten landed on the swollen ball that had become of her belly. Gwenda held the picture an inch away from her face as Raven came around and helped laugh at the poor balloon girl. Kirsten tried to reach but her arms were too full to bend. She could only swing her arms in short circles, flopping her hands back and forth. This only made the other two laugh even more. "Too full to get it blimpie?" Laughed Gwenda "Just... Just leave me alone!" screamed Kirsten. Tears pouring over her puffy cheeks yet again. "Okay." snickered Raven. And the two left Kirsten's vision. It got quiet. "Hello?" asked Kirsten. She heard them run upstairs. Suddenly the light clicked off and she was all alone. Kirsten thought about escaping. THey were giving her the perfect opportunity. She tried rolling onto her sides but couldn't get enough momentuum. She was helpless. A big helpless blimp of a cheerleader. All she could do was lay there, in the pitch black, and breathe. "Don't just leave me like... this!" "This is turning out far better than I expected!" laughed Raven pouring whipped cream onto a sundae she was making. "She's massive. There's no way Craig would ever even think about looking at her ever again!" "Don't you feel a little... I dunno... sorry for her though?" asked Gwenda. Raven gave an evil eye but the wiccan couldn't take the hint. "I mean it's not her fault she's going out with the guy if she likes him! Know what I mean?" "Gwenda!" yelled Raven. "Just shut the hell up and do as I say! I'm the boss of this operation! Okay?" "Okay." sighed Gwenda as they approached the basement stairs with their sundaes. Kirsten saw the light flicker back on and heard the sound of the girls marching down the steps. For a second she was almost glad that they'd come back. They stepped up in front of the swollen mass she'd become and waved around their sundaes. Seeing them eat, Kirsten realized that she hadn't eaten anything all day and was now starting to get a little hungry. "What's a matter?" asked Gwenda, waving it centimeters away from Kirsten's face. "Hungry?" "It's right there!" laughed Raven. "Aren't you going to have some?" Kirsten struggled but couldn't move one bit, no matter how hard she tried. "C'mon! She's being nice enough to offer you!" Kirsten stuck out her neck like some kind of turtle, trying to reach it with an outstretched tongue. "Oh well!" sighed Gwenda with a chuckle. "Just imagine what it might do to her figure anyway... oh yeah... nevermind!" she laughed. Raven feigned a laugh but turned her attention back towards the helpless Kirsten. "Now seriously. Get up! It's time for more games!" She said, poking Kirsten with the toe of her black combat boots. Kirsten protested. "I can't move! You know that you stupid bitch!" screamed Kirsten. "Uh-oh!" Laughed Gwenda. "She's getting testy! Want me to zap her?" Raven stood speechless, half impressed with the girl's gaul, half ready to bitch slap her for her defiance. "Why the hell not?!" growled Raven. "Make her too big to even speak! I don't want her to say another word!" Kirsten growled back. "Raven, you silly little witch bitch!" Both girls got angry. "This is all you can do! Inflate me up like a big helpless balloon! Why? Because you feel threatened by me! Because you're too much of a snot-nosed bitch to even try to appeal to Craig so you have to make me less appealing to him!" Gwenda started swirling her fingers. Kirsten went on. "You... you're path...pathetic!" She wheezed. "I don't know why... poor Gwenda... has to... put up with a... whiner like... you!" Gwenda peered over at Raven. Raven was infuriated. "Pump her full!" she commanded. With that, Gwenda made the spurt more intense. With all the air entering her body, Kirsten could only manage little barely audible squeaks. She got rounder still as she became a big flesh colored orb that seemed to take up a quarter of Gwenda's basement. She was starting to get as wide as she was tall. Her arms had disappeared up to her wrists and hands bobbed trying to grab hold of something. Raven started to approach. Kirsten got frightened she might try to pop her after all. Instead the goth rolled the bloated blonde onto her feet, bringing them almost to eye level if Kirsten's dome shaped breasts weren't in the way. "pa...path...et...ic!" wheezed Kirsten, the last thing she was able to get out before the pressure got too intense for her to talk. Her heartbeat throbbed like a bass drum, obscuring most of the sounds around her. Her cheeks were also starting to swell up to the point where she looked as though she was squinting. Suddenly she felt her crotch, all swollen and tender, pressing against the floor past her feet. She felt herself start to lift a little. "That's good for now!" said Gwenda bringing the swelling to a halt. Raven looked displeased. "This is a gradual process! Too much too soon could be dangerous!" Raven huffed angrily but swayed to Kirsten's side where they could barely make eye contact. "Well now it looks like you're too swollen to move!" snickered Raven. "Your feet can't even touch the ground anymore! Tell me? How does it feel?" All Kirsten could summon was a loud whimpering moan. "Great!" responded Raven. "Glad you like it!" She snickered over to Gwenda. "I bet you think that's all the fun we can have with you until school tomorrow?" Kirsten nodded as much as the swelling allowed. "Wrongo!" laughed Raven stepping behind her, setting her sundae on the table. Kirsten was worried, and tried to see what was going on behind her. Gwenda was in the dark too. Suddenly with a shove, Kirsten rolled forward like a massive children's ball! "Play ball!" screamed Raven playfully. Gwenda laughed, catching Kirsten. Kirsten looked upwards to catch view of Gwenda prepare to push her back. Back and forth Kirsten went for hours. She was dizzy but helpless to do a thing! back and forth she went as each girl took a scoop of her ice cream. Raven smeared a little on Kirsten's face to piss her off. Kirsten was so humilated and helpless but knew she was able to tick Raven off one last time, big time! And she enjoyed that. "This is getting boring now!" sighed Gwenda with a push. She looked at the clock and realized that it was half past midnight. "Why don't you hit her with another blast?" Yawned Raven, pushing back. "Okay!" agreed Gwenda. "But then I'm going to bed! I'm too damn tired." The rotund cheerleader-orb came to a stop in the middle of the basement as each girl stood up and looked down at the source of the two blonde ponytails, the only things on Kirsten that hadn't inflated. Gwenda swirled a finger. Kirsten started to cry as the flesh inflated outward still. Despite what they had said, her skin felt incredibly tight and she felt like she'd burst at any second! It started to swell up, absorbing her neck and smothering the sides of her face. There were small divots where her hands were supposed to be and little swollen feet, shoes with snapped laces hanging off of them kicking around below. Kirsten could only cry and try to let out an occasional moan. She didn't get much sleep. She was afraid that one false move and she'd explode! She thought about life as a giant, swollen balloon. Maybe there was a way they could inflate her. At least maybe halfway! She'd be ecstatic to be a quarter of the size she was. By the time she was able to get some shut eye, the other two had already woken up and prepared for the fun they would have that day at school! Kirsten felt a push and woked up with a startle. "Hey sleepyhead!" laughed Raven. "Thanks to Gwenda, we got something for you to wear for your BIG day out!" she snickered. Kirsten looked to see Gwenda holding up her cheerleading uniform. "She used some of her crazy wiccan stuff and fixed it for you. It's bigger now too, It just might fit your lard ass!" Gwenda peered. "Yeah yeah, inflated... whatever! Let's get it on her, okay?" They approached and rolled Kirsten onto what was her belly. Her feet tried to kick in protest but there was too much air inside of her. They stretched on her bloomers first, stretching them on the best they could. Next was the skirt, Kirsten still tried to kick but they pulled on her skirt over her swollen mass. It was snug around her waistline but nowhere as bad as before. Then Gwenda rolled her into a 'standing' position and Raven pulled her sweater on over her. Kirsten was dressed and ready for school! Shortly after, Kirsten was being rolled towards the garage. The only problem was the doorway into it. "Alright now get ready!" said Raven. Her and Gwenda Pushed. Kirsten let out a huffing noise as suddenly, she was wedged in the doorway! "Now ram her!" screamed Raven. They kept shoulder ramming into Kirsten's swollen right side, trying to push her thru the door frame. But the door only creaked. "C'mon!" shouted Raven, backing up some. She charged at full speed. With a pop, Kirsten rolled out into the garage, taking deep breaths. Gwenda's dad had a pickup truck, the perfect solution to how they'd transport her. They loaded her onto the back gently, rolling her up towards the cab. Kirsten resisted again, as much as she could, waving around fingers and toes, trying to do something, anything! "Easy there, girl!" laughed Raven, slamming the gate shut on the back. "You'll tire yourself out!" And with that the two hopped in and started the engine. Kirsten could only see the tops of trees above her but she could feel everyone they passed by staring a hole thru her. With each stop sign or turn, she'd roll around the back of the pick up helplessly. The tears started to well up again. This wasn't going to be her day! The next thing she new, the truck had come to a stop. They'd pulled up right in front of the main doors, the spot that Craig met her everyday! "Okay now easy!" Gwenda calmed as she hopped into Kirsten's line of vision. Her ice cold hands began to rock Kirsten's inflated body towards the edge of the truck and with a delicate heave, the two girls hoisted her onto the sidewalk. "Ready?" Gwenda laughed to Raven. Kirsten tried to muster a moan, something to show her disapproval. Then the goths began to roll her towards the main doors. People entering the school made way. She could just hear their comments over her own whimpering. "What the hell is that?" asked a guy. "Is that a cheerleading uniform? Holy shit! Is that a cheerleader?!" laughed another girl. "Looks like she's been binging for a month straight!" said yet another girl, Kirsten waiting for Gwenda to interject. "She looks like a giant balloon!" said a teacher walking in. With each spin, she could see herself getting closer. She could see Craig! Raven went around first, opening the double doors. It was snug but better than the door to Gwenda's garage. Raven went in first. "Heya Craig!" said Raven. Craig, too busy searching for Kirsten, wondered why this goth was talking to him. "Can I help you?" he asked. Raven peered up with puppy dog eyes. "It's about Kirsten!" she said feigning concern. "We don't know what happened to her!" she giggled and gave a signal as Gwenda rolled Kirsten front and center. "What the hell... Kirsten?!" he asked in amazement. The tears were already deluging down her swollen cheeks. "We.... found her like this!" Raven said with a concerned smile. "We weren't sure what we should do but then we thought hey! Craig's her boyfriend! He's got a right to know!" Craig wasn't paying attention. He walked around Kirsten to see what had become of her. Kirsten tried to rock back and forth, to tip-toe around to see his reaction. "My god... Kirsten! What happened?" he asked. Kirsten gave out a whimper. "You look... incredible." It was one of those moments were everyone shook their heads, expecting one kind of remark but getting the complete opposite. So they all jumped in shock. "I mean I don't know what it is, but you're... kinda sexy like that!" He said. Kirsten kept crying. But this time they were tears of joy. She rocked back and forth as he approached for a very delicate hug. The two goths backed away. Raven was homicidal. "Gwenda?" growled Raven. "I'm sorry it didn't turn out the way you... " "Hit me!" "What?" jumped Gwenda. "Pump me up! Inflate me! Swell me up! I wanna blow up! Distend my shape! Puff me up! Make me expand! Make me bigger than that stupid bitch! Understand?" "Okay but..." Gwenda wiggled both her fingers and took a few steps back. "He wants his girls big?" growled Raven as pressure started to mount deep within her. "I'll show him big! I'm going to be huge! Bigger than that dumbass cheerleader." She started to feel the pressure build up even more. "If he wants big, I'll show him massive! He won't be able to resist me! I'll be his dreamgirl/blimp!" Raven started to get a little bulgy under her tight black dress and jacket. "He won't be able to take his eyes off of me! I'll be so big no one can!" Her breasts started to slowly rise off of her chest. "That's right, Gwenda! Blow me up bigtime!" Gwenda swirled her fingers together another time and ran the other way! "I'm going to be so fucking big!" she laughed evilly. Suddenly, the swelling took off with a bang! Her belly, boobs, hips, ass, thighs, upper arms, even her cheeks all started to inflate! People gathered around as her already tight clothes seemed to trap her! This feels incredible! I'm a fucking BALLOON!!! She looked like an overstuffed sausage in the dress she was wearing. "Yes!" she moaned. "Craig won't be able to resist me!" Bigger, Bigger, BIGGER!!! "Wait up!" huffed Gwenda. Back outside, Craig had promised Kirsten he'd take her home and pamper her for the day. Gwenda caught up and the two loaded Kirsten into Craig's truck. She told him everything about her and Raven's plans. "Fucking blow me up until I explode!!!" said Raven, her flesh bulging out of gaps in the seams. She was rounding out much as her cheerleading victim had! Her arms and legs were forming soft cones, rocking in circles with each surge of growth. Then the dress ripped and within seconds she'd almost become completely globular. "YES! Stretch me more, fill me more, Yeeeeeeeess!!!" "I'm really sorry, again for what we did." said Gwenda. "Don't be! Everything's going to be just fine!" said Craig. He waved and drove off. Gwenda stood there in the parking lot as the truck carrying her bloated cheerleader drove away. She sighed. Suddenly the glass shattered to the main lobby doors as a flesh colored bulge pushed out of it like rising bread dough. "Yes, going.a.. to.... burst!!!!!!!!" "Have a ball, Raven!" she smiled, walking a way with a whistle. "Have a ball!" she laughed as half of the building collapsed around a big flesh colored orb with a tiny head on top.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Clean Popping, Blocked-up, floating, Gassy Text: "Uugh!" moaned Leighann as she sat up and groggily got out of bed. "I hate getting up so early, but the shopping will all be worth it!" she thought excitedly. Leighann was a slender, five-foot-eight college student who loved to shop every weekend, especially at the Mexican resteraunt in the mall's food court. She got a change of clothes and donned them quickly, not wanting to waste time. "Oh man, i'm totally gonna buy some cool stuff today! That new beauty shop opened last week and it looks really popular!" Grabbing her car keys and racing to the front door, she dashed excitedly to the car and got in. Soon, she was headed off, not knowing the new discovery she would later find. "Well, here I am! There's gotta be something good here." The new store was clean, and stocked full of interesting things that repeatedly caught Leighann's eye. After some browsing, a strange object sitting on the shelf intrigued her, and she pulled it down. "The women's anti-gas wedge? 'This personal hygiene tool is specifically designed to combat offending flatulence'-oh, it stops you from farting so you don't embarass yourself! Hahaha! That is SO stupid", she chuckled. "But, maybe that could let me eat more spicy Mexican food, 'cause I only ever stop when it gives me gas. The price isn't so bad either! I'll take it, I guess". After buying the device and going to the food court, Leighann ordered plenty of Mexican to fill herself up, and even bought another big meal to take home as dinner. Once she got home, she placed the second meal in the fridge and opened the packaging of her new "hygiene tool". "To use", she began, "firmly insert into your backside. Remove and wash thoroughly once use is done." She did as the packaging instructed, jamming the thing in her, uh, posterior, and redressing. "Wow, this is great! I barely feel anything! But I DO feel pretty hungry" she added. Deciding not to put off her big dinner, Leighann returned to the kitchen and washed her hands before heating up all the food she'd bought and placing it on a big tray in front of her TV. She sat down to eat and turned on a show to watch, noticing that the gas from lunch was starting to make itself heard. Her mind ensured her that the wedge would take care of any gas she experienced, so Leighann got right to eating. The big lunch had her stomach full, but the love of the food put more in as she ate, forcing it to make more room. After shoving all the food into her gut, Leighann was absolutely stuffed. Her stomach was even pushing on her belt. "Okay, MAYBE i ate a little too much. But it was soo good! I wonder how the wedge will handle all that gas". Her answer came sooner than she thought it would. The newly double-filled stomach began producing far more gas than Leighann usually felt, but it still took a while for her to notice it. "Ooh, those farts aren't coming out, so I guess the wedge works. Oooh! This pressure isn't feeling too good, maybe I should take out that thing so i'll feel better". She quickly went to the bathroom to remove the wedge and relieve her belly. "Uh oh...", Leighann whined, "The stupid piece of plastic won't come out!" In her eagerness to eat, she had lodged the wedge in too well, and it wouldn't budge! Defeated, she returned to watch TV, and the gases really kicked off once she sat down. "Argh! this feels so weird! And my belt is chafing! Oooh, oooh, oh-EEK! My belly's still rising!" Both the gas and the food were quickly working together to grow her stomach from a slight bulge, into full pregnancy! "Ohmygosh! WHAT!?", Leighann screeched, for now all those would-be farts were hissing into her chest. Her breasts went from 0 to large in no time, and continued to push her shirt outward. Meanwhile, her belly was looking morbidly obese as it slowly pushed her shirt up and strained her belt. "this is crazy! I'm full of farts! I need to yank that darn wedge out NOW!" The resumed attempts to pull it out yielded no success, and were suddenly halted as each cheek of her behind grew to be as large as a basketball and beyond, sealing the device within her. Now Leighann's stomach, breasts and butt were still growing, the latter 2 reaching a foot around, while her belly grew to 3 whole feet and started to push her legs and privates to each side of her airy bottom. Her panic only increased once her hips began to flare out, soon making her look like the fattest woman alive. She, however, actually felt very light, because she was not fat, she was brimming with fart gas. "Ooohh!! This pressure is insane and i'm still ballooning! What do I do?" She tried bringing her knees up to push out the gas, but this proved to be a great mistake, as it funneled Plenty of new gaseous deposits into her limbs. They instantly went straight as the pressure pushed them, and began fattening like sausages as it continued. "Oh great, now i can't move at all!" This was bad. Leighann could only look on in terror as all sides of her body continued to inflate larger, and she wished greatly that she could fart the gas out. With cone-like limbs as wide as trees and a torso that filled half the room, she tried in vain to move, only to knock over her foodtray. Her shirt strained until it could hold no longer, and nearly every button popped off at once, sending the clothes flying backward and allowing her front to surge forward even more. Lots of seams ripped open in her jeans, letting buoyant skin show. They, too, snapped off, no longer able to hold her thighs. now her breasts and butocks grew apart as her light, oval-shaped body widened in the middle. Leighann's underwear ripped in half and floated to the floor, and her belt snapped in two, letting her body grow unchallenged. However, by the time she had become a 7-foot girl with wide, sideways arms and legs and a body mostly spherical, the gas stopped. By now, Leighann was a little less frightened and a little more curious. she could barely move her digits, let alone her limbs, but the gas had, thankfully, ceased. She felt barely human and lighter than air, realizing the true extent of her growth. "Yikes, i'm like a parade balloon! how do I reverse this!? Wait...AAHH!" Her thoughts were interrupted by even more gas pushing her about an inch out in every crevice of her body, before stopping. Unfortunately, this was enough to kickstart a new experience for Leighann. slowly, gradually, her massive and flattened butt started to leave the couch as all her body rose into the air. "OH GOD! I'M FLOATING!! these farts are lighter than air! Heellpp!!" But no-one came to answer her cry, and her tight, gassy balloon of a body finally bumped into the ceiling. Leighann's fear was at a peak, and the final momentous steps of her change began. unnoticed at first, her skin began to quiver, and then wobble, which caught her attention. "Aarrgh! my body is jiggling like crazy! What's happening to meee!!" Those final words were lost as she billowed feet and feet out in every way, while her whole figure continued to jiggle wildly like an airborne water balloon. "OOOHH"-Boohm! Leighann's unexpected eruption scattered all her furniture, coated the whole room with a great big fart-cloud, and left not even the anti-gas wedge behind. The police who came in a month later collected some very unusual footage from her TV camera, and could only assume she had died of stomach complications.

Tags: Breast Inflation, Female Inflation, Offscreen Popping, balloon Text: Yara opened up two cardboard boxes. She just finished moving her furniture into her new house and she was unpacking her stuff for her room now. She brought all of her teenage toys that she wanted from her parent's house in those boxes. She went through and found video games and CDs and some other stuff. She placed each one next to her. Then she found a bag of balloons. She looked down at her chest. She was twenty and she had tiny breasts. She remembered that she used to inflate balloons inside her bra to make herself look bigger. She also had a balloon fetish. She would just spend a couple of hours blowing up and popping balloons. She took off her shirt and placed two balloons in her bra. She took a electric pump from the box and plugged it in. She connected a two way hose to both balloons and turned it on. She went over to the mirror. Her bra stretched under the pressure of the balloons. They grew till the bra could stretch no more and she disconnected the hose. She tucked the mouths of the balloons back into her bra. She bounced them and hugged them until she grew tired of playing. She unsnapped her bra and gasped at what she saw. The balloons' mouths were stuck to her nipples. She was about to pull them off when she saw them start to slowly deflate. She then felt something in her breasts. She looked down and saw her flat chest expand. She felt a pleasure also build up inside them. When the balloons finished deflating, they fell to the ground. She now stared at her 12" air-filled boobs which bounced as she breathed. She was delighted. She just had to celebrate. She remembered she had a Balloon Party in a Box which she bought about a year age. There was only one, and she couldn't find them anywhere else. She was saving it, whatever it was, for a special occasion, and it came now. She went back over to the box and brought out a small white box with a string tied around it. She cut the string and opened the box. Inside was one red balloon and a note. "Wouldn't a balloon party have more than one balloon?" She asked herself. The note read as follows: Blow up the balloon until you can't blow it up anymore. She started blowing into it. It grew larger and larger without resistance. She thought it would pop before it even reached maximum size. It grew to 80" and then stopped. She tied the mouth. She then tried to feel the balloon, but her hand went right through it. The balloon seemed to be there, but in a way, it wasn't. She was too curious about what was going on, and she went through the rubbery wall. It was red. All red. She proceeded to leave, but on the inside, it wouldn't let her. Then the balloon's walls started expanding. "Oh no. Is this going to pop?" She asked herself. When the walls were twice the size of her, they changed to a silvery color and then stopped. Then from the top of the balloon, lots of smaller balloons fell. The floor was now covered with colorful balloons "This is getting weirder and weirder." She let herself fall onto the balloons. She bounced a little then stopped. Then the balloons started moving. One of them attached it's mouth to hers and started filling her with air before she even knew what was going on. Air went into her and started making her breasts balloon out more. When it was completely flat, it fell out of her mouth and another went in. By now she didn't care, and she let the balloon's do their job on her. She felt extreme pleasure in her breasts too. Each balloon swelled each breast until all the balloons were deflated. She opened her eyes and saw that she was lying atop her breasts, which were now almost as big as the balloon-room. She felt extreme pleasure and wanted to be bigger, but there was no other was to inflate them any more. Then one balloon fell from the top. It landed next to her. It didn't move. She took the balloon and placed it in her mouth. The balloon started deflating, her breasts started expanding again, but this time they started vibrating. She heard a rubbery screech, and............ POP!

Tags: Breast Inflation, Butt Inflation, Hourglass Inflation, Female Inflation, air compressor, air pump, Pooka Text: Deep underground in a small tunnel, a red rubber woman paced impatiently in her confinement. Her name was Poke, a name she was never too proud of: it sounded too much like her specie's name, the Pooka. She was your average young adult Pooka, red rubbery skin , a clean visor, an expert in all matters of pacing back and forth underground, and a tail-like stubby air nozzle squarely above her butt-cheeks. At a distance, one could mistake her for a human in an odd bodysuit. Poke was rather frustrated at the moment; she had to endure her ten hour shift in one of the watchtunnels today. It was a solid concept, Pookas, taking advantage of their sensitivity to vibration, are stationed in strategically placed tunnels and act as an early warning system for the main village. The problem, as anyone could tell you, is that it was unbelievably boring. Not only was it a ten hour shift, even jobs like retail had the occasional crazy event to stir things up. Watchtunnel duty was just a load of nothing. Luckily for Poke, she had devised a way of passing the long, arduous hours of patrol. She had gotten the idea from the game that surface dweller was inspired to create when he saw the colony. Dug-dig was it? It's name didn't matter to Poke, the content was where it was at. Normally, Pookas utilized their rear nozzle to float across underground caves, hold their breath for extended periods of time, or even flatten themselves in a sudden cave-in. But Poke got a weird little idea. She had seen the ways the rounded versions of the Pookas had expanded in the game and questioned if she was capable of something similar. Not becoming a role-model for tomatoes everywhere, but rather improving areas of her body she felt puberty had skipped over. There was all the benefits to gain, and Poke decided to seize the opportunity. She glanced over to the corner where her newly acquired prized possession lay on the ground: a Model V HI-PUFF. Normally used for industrial purposes, it was what had served as the inspiration for the weapon of choice in that surface dweller's game. Poke had pulled some strings and savings to get one, not to mention getting it through customs. With some modifications, especially ones to ensure the process wouldn't blow up in her face, the combination hand pump and air compressor was ready to help her achieve her oversized desires. Taking a look at the clock, she gauged that she had around eight hours left. Perfect, plenty of time for whatever she needed. She quickly snatched up her new favorite toy, taking hold of the extendable hose. Doing her best to get a good view, she maneuvered the hose over to her own waiting rear nozzle and carefully slid it in. A slight pleasing shiver confirmed she was right on the money. Taking a deep breath, she raised the pneumatic plaything's handle up and brought it swiftly down. Poke moaned as she felt the puff of air shoot into her body, settling right in her breasts. The change was barely noticeable at first, but as she continued to pump the air made itself more and more known. Her A-cups puffed out with air, swelling like party balloon and rounding out. Poke giggled as she contemplated the looks her boobs could get her now. Still, Poke wasn't the type to settle small though and keep the HI-PUFF hard at work. Her increasingly grand breasts inflated, beyond the H-cups those huge girls with all the attention had, each pump increasing sensitivity as much as size. Reaching around her assets with her free hand, Poke grabbed at her nipples, which had puffed up a little as her breasts continued to inflate. She was rewarded with an absolutely electric bolt of pleasure unlike any she had felt before, making her gasp in pleasure. Pumping and pinching, Poke entered a euphoric haze. For a time, all she felt was the intense pleasure each burst of air gave her. Only when her nipples were forced out of reach by her enormous tits was Poke able to calm down enough to stop pumping and admire herself. She was huge, breasts the size of beach balls. They lightly vibrated as she breathed, her naturally high sensitivity making her shudder in pleasure. Any hope of seeing her feet or even her nipples was long since gone. Rubbing what she could reach, Poke was almost content to lay there and play with her balloon breasts for the rest of her shift. Keyword being "almost" Reaching over, she turned the HI-PUFF over until a button labeled "AUTOMATIC" showed up. Now it was time for the real fun. Had she had a mouth, Poke would have been grinning like an idiot as she hit the button. As the pump's steady hiss filled the tunnel, Poke felt her breasts practically jump outward with the now continuous supply of air. She quickly surpassed the measurements of mere bra sizes, moving into sizes best described as absurd. At the same time, she could feel the second half of her expansion begin. Reaching down, she gave her butt a quick squeeze, feeling the air beginning to fill it as well. The lower half of Poke's body inflated in such a way that she soon had the most exaggerated hourglass anyone in her colony could hope to have. Her butt resembled miniature beanbag chairs, smooth orbs that gave her a comfortable seat no matter where she sat. Her thighs inflated like overstuffed sausages, squeaking as they inflated into each other. The swelling began to put pressure on Poke's nether regions, causing her to give a euphoric moan as she began to grind her legs together to try and satisfy her urge. Her arms meanwhile, were pinned firmly to her ridiculous fun bags. Each enormous tit had expanded to the point that Poke had to stand. Her hands massaged what inflated expanse they could reach, Poke even leaning into her breasts to reach further. Still the compressor hissed away, causing her skin to stretch and vibrate as more air was forced in. Poke could only imagine what a figure she was sporting now, each massively inflated breast as tall as she was, obscuring her field of view. Her thighs and ass had settled around oversized novelty beachball size, still squeaking as Poke continued her grinding. She had reached the point where she could hump her breasts like pillows, her crotch on fire from the firm rubbery touch of her own balloons. However, Poke knew that the fun was almost over. The vibrations of her breasts began to increase in intensity as the pressure in her body reached its apex. A low creaking began to accompany the hiss of the HI-PUFF as Poke reached behind her for her rear nozzle. Taking a firm grip, she pulled out the hissing hose, the compressor powering down as internal sensors automatically put the HI-PUFF on standby. Leaning back into her curves, Poke took in the view of her expanded body. Her breasts filled the tunnel in front of her, nipples brushing the wall sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Her lower body flared into dramatically inflated curves, giving her nothing less than an hourglass figure supermodels could only dream of. Creaks emanated from her body as she breathed, her skin stretched to the near limit. Every small touch, even passing breezes were intensified a hundredfold thanks to the HI-PUFF's handiwork. Poke looked around her right tit, barely able to see the digital layout of the clock. There are still many hours left before her shift ends. Good. She'll need every second.

Tags: Belly Inflation, Female Inflation, Clean Popping, alchemy, witch Text: After much deliberation, the townspeople came to the conclusion that the old shack in the middle of woods must be a place of witchcraft, and they schemed of a way to purge such terrifying acts from their vicinity. Truthfully, none of the superstitious farmers or their gossiping housewives that populated the little hamlet had actually witnessed the use of magic inside or around the lonely little hut surrounded by decaying, blackened land, but travelers along the path leading to the next town over could peer through the tangle of barren trees and see the dilapidated house, with its crooked chimney and moss-fringed windows sitting in a large, yet shallow depression in the ground, and shudder at the ugliness of it all. This was reason enough that something had to be done about it, before the murky waters spilled into the village roads and the rotten vegetation creeped into their homes in the middle of the night. But the townspeople were not vicious enough to take up pitchforks and torches and force out whatever type of individual had been holed up inside the shack for several unsettling years. Instead, their ambitious plots passed between them through idle chatter, longing for when someday that demon would burn itself up accidently in a gout of green fire or when the swamp would swallow everything on top of it. This talk only seemed to overexcite the children of the village. They would scurry away in groups and coax each other into throwing stones at the shack from the marsh's edge - a significant distance that let not even a man's strength be enough to bounce a pebble off the woodwork - and when they'd run out of ammunition, they'd hurl insults along the lines of whoever was living in such a huge privy was probably so hideous that they could make a toad go belly-up and croak from their very visage. The hut was habitually unresponsive. One of the village boys would go alone to the outskirts of the mire, not so much to use his adult language but rather look for ways of traversing the swamp. He wanted to be the one that would thwart the magician and become the hero of his hometown, canonized for his victory over the forces of evil. He had mapped out a series of jumps across some stumps and stones to stay out of the thick, entrapping mud, but hadn't managed to find a safe way to make the final step to where the ground seemed firmer. As if by fate, he arrived at the swamp's edge one afternoon to realize that a sturdy tree trunk had collapsed near a cluster of rocks, and after some hesitation he seized the chance to make a complete crossing and become the first of his town to arrive at the doorstep of the shack, and possibly be bold enough to enter. The boy scouted around the sides of the establishment, squinting through the boarded-up windows, scuffling away the moss, but could hardly see inside the blackness of the hut. He heard a terrifying squelch behind him. "A visitor!" The boy whirled around to see a smiling woman dressed entirely in black, with a wide-brimmed conical hat adorned with various ferns and berries. She had a stout stature and appeared young and spry, still in the prime of her adulthood. She hefted a basket full of oddly-colored plants to her shoulder and tossed her head of chestnut hair that spilled down her upper back, revealing a tiny mole that sat on her right cheek. She was not quite as disgusting as the boy and his fellows had imagined, nor did she seem as threatening either. "You are from the village, aren't you, little one? I don't believe anyone has paid me a visit before. Come in, come in!" The woman circled around to the shabby front door and beckoned for the boy to follow. He warily did so, letting her shuffle first into the darkness and put her basket and her hat down on some inscrutable table. She put a hand into her sleeve and tossed something high into the air above her. Suddenly a chandelier burst into luminescence in all of its eight sconces, at first a vivid, otherworldly emerald, but then transitioned to a bright orange glow that spread to all corners of the shack. A few specks of a white powder snowed down from its pointed frame as the woman took her basket and went to a large wooden chest towards the western wall of the interior, her boots clumping softly. "Tinderflakes," she announced proudly, looking back at the boy who seemed entranced by the display and had stepped in. Her voice wasn't reedy or scratchy by any regard. "They react with a special resin that alights without any heat or burning. Only I know where to harvest them, along with the rest of my special ingredients. I run most of my experiments here, you see, unlocking the many secrets of nature." The boy swept his gaze clockwise around the single, surprisingly spacious, and organized room. There were no sacrifices pegged to the walls, rodents scurrying about, or anything sharp for the boy to wield. A dozen potted plants here and there, a large cauldron, shelves littered with glass bottles and a rainbow of liquids, the owner's bed and fireplace, an impressive bookcase, a desk and dining table - all of which seemed very ordinary indeed for a witch. "Impressive, isn't it?" the witch beamed with a full set of teeth. "There are so many interesting mixtures I have bottled up on these shelves." She disregarded her basket and pointed to a certain flask in a swarm of others. "See this one, boy? It washes away any stain from one's clothes. And over here," she sidled to another. "This one contains what has to be the most delightful smell in all the land! Just one drop on the wrists and... But, oh! Over here!" In an instant the witch had youthfully bounded over to the other side of the hut and pulled out a flask large enough to be confused for holding wine out from a cupboard. She held it out with a flourish. "This, I believe, is my own infallible cure to Barkfever - enough to save a whole village! Alchemy is so wonderful, isn't it, little one?" The boy was both stupefied and amazed at such claims. His cousin had just succumbed to the untreatable disease a winter ago, and this strange lady was flaunting a supposed elixir to it. He was starting to betray his suspicions, but where were the poisons? What awful magic was hiding the sight of animal bones and the scent of rotting flesh? What had felt like fear to the boy was slowly becoming intrigue. The witch was eyeing the lack of terror in his expression. "You must be curious, yes? Shall I show you how I craft them? It's quite basic. You may even try yourself!" Her face continued to brighten. "Then you can show the people of your village and there will be happiness for all! Come, come! There is a recipe for a miniature cloud in one of these books. Doesn't that sound fun?" The boy was taken aback by the offer, unsure of whether his pursuit of betraying the witch was worthwhile or even possible. The boy drew closer to the friendly magician as she searched within the cupboards. "There is a certain enchanted sample that I keep for experiments involving some need for wind, since there is no breeze indoors, you see," she commented. "Ah, take a look at this, little one..." She held up an ordinary bottle with nothing particularly inside it. The cork that stoppered it was splotched with a red dot, possibly to note its potential volatility. "It may look empty, but there are countless wicked winds shut up inside this container, ones from the most tumultuous storms. Hold it in your hands." Carefully accepting the bottle, the boy clasped the sides and immediately noticed the vibrations that coursed up and down it. It felt like there was something heavy rattling around inside, but there was no definite weight to accompany it. The movement ricocheted around every inch of glass like how a long, flat hum tickles the teeth and the lips. The witch was already focusing on the next steps, getting ready to start a fire in the cauldron. "Now we need to make some steam..." she mused to herself. The boy was left holding the bottle of intense winds, unsure of what to use it for. He was getting interested in how it would escape, and fumbled with his stubby fingernails to ease the cork out. He twisted it into his torso with the opening pointed away and pulled; the stopper came free and shot out towards the far wall, knocking once on the planks before being lost behind the bed. At the same moment, there let out a sharp fwoosh, but the boy felt nothing from the bottle to indicate where the sound could have disappeared to so suddenly. There was a brief silence. The witch reacted and spun about, an urgent question on her mind, but before speaking, her ribcage seemed to lurch up with some sort of spasm and interrupted her. Her mouth hung open and her green eyes widened and blinked, waiting precariously for another odd sensation. And when it didn't come, she tried to form the words again, yet pursed her lips and locked her arms around her middle. Staring at each other, the boy studied the witch as she slowly swallowed nothing and stayed still. "You opened it," came the soft statement, half in irritation and half in disbelief. Her often warm expression fell into a serious one, and before the boy could admit what happened, she hurried to the bookshelves and put her hands between four volumes in a row. Struggling to lift them all at once, she gathered herself to raise them up, then sighed deftly and dropped them, creating a plume of dust as the books fell about. Her arms pressed into her sides again, and she still seemed intent to not breathe. The boy noticed that the witch's dress looked rounder than before. Frustrated, she looked to him. "Little one, you must help me find a cure," she explained quickly. "Pick these up and-- Ah, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh!" The fresh dust in the atmosphere sent her into a coughing fit. Several times her lungs automatically sucked in air and roughly released it, and with each inhalation, it became more apparent to the boy that the shape of the witch's dress was bulging around her stomach. As one hand covered her mouth and nose and the other lay on her belly, the sight of her lowered arm creeping outward with every draw of her breath made it easy to conclude something dramatic was happening to her indeed. The witch let out a cry as she realized the worsening deformity of her abdomen and staggered away to cleaner air, and the boy saw how far she had swollen in such a short time; no feasible amount of unborn could estimate its growth. The ink-black fabric of the witch's shrinking dress had distended outward like the single beady pupil of a cyclops, the gaze widening and looming nearer. She attempted to encompass her enlarging belly with her arms, fighting to rein it in, as the indent of her navel pushed itself out of her reach. Her stretched skin gave very little to her desperate compresses, and as every effort required just the tiniest whiff of air, she only continued to gradually swell herself up, bleating out a few uncomfortable moans. "Little one," the witch hissed out. "The cure: please, you have to find it!" The boy did not know where to start looking, nor did he have any interest to. This sense of helplessness the witch was revealing may be a sign that she may finally be at a disadvantage. He chose to only stand there wordlessly and observe; this was much more interesting magic. The witch became angrier at the boy's inaction until she had to take in more of the necessary, yet dangerous air. The boundaries of her body grew another several inches with the help of her gasp, her belly adopting a slightly ovular shape as it extended from her wide waist. "Boy," she snapped. "Are you not listening to me? Why do you stand there like a stupid animal?" The witch's dress had nearly slipped up past her undergarments, but her stomach had grown enough to shield the sight of them. "I cannot fathom a more untimely moment for you to be so... Ohhh..." She trailed off as a wide rip in her dress purred out above the sound of her voice, somewhere underneath the horizon of her tremendous bulge. The boy saw the peachy-colored gap linger like a smile beneath her navel, then only grin broader as the witch took a cautious, deep breath, the air being welcomed into the huge cavity. The stretching, crackling and snapping continued around the otherwise seamless curve of her belly, meeting her swollen-out sides and wandering up and down her incredibly gravid form. Her dress split apart like a pair of curtains as her stomach reared forward and swayed lazily to and fro. The witch clasped her freed stomach with her hands, astonished at its size, firmness, and apparent capacity. Her sight of the boy was quickly disappearing, and each new inhalation seemed to add to her volume at a faster rate. She was a human bellows that could only suck in indefinitely, and to what end, she wasn't sure. The witch tried to stagger forward but lost her balance, overcorrected and toppled backward with a whimper. She tried to lift herself on her palms, rocking side to side, but her stiff, engorged belly allowed for very little movement, rubbing uncomfortably on the wooden timbers. She tilted her head up towards her blimping body, her vision hampered with only the remains of black fabric draped across her breasts, and the immense prominence of her stomach beyond them with its true dimensions unclear. Panic began to seep in like a trickle of blood oozing out from a minor, fresh cut. The witch drew in a shuddering breath at the realization of this emotion, and the boy witnessed the quivering mass of her belly stretch outwards and upwards even farther. She was becoming no more than a flesh-colored mound with a head-sized divot growing bigger and bigger with each human pump of oxygen. When it expanded in turn with her breathing, her skin had a loose, almost gentle wobble to it. In between breaths, her belly contracted slightly, looking taut and dangerous until it blew out easily once again. "L-little one..." the witch stammered. "This is becoming too much! Please, do something!" The boy was tiptoeing towards the door, a half of him feeling confident and another a bit afraid. The witch could be too far gone to save. Her belly pressed against the floor and continued its rising, bulging, broadening push for more space as she began to lose control of herself. The witch huffed and panted in a frenzy, truly immobilized by her stomach. She briefly swung her legs and slapped her hands against its drum-like surface in a tantrum. She swelled at an exponential rate, each undulation putting several inches more to her size, packing her fuller, making her helpless under the maddening growth. "Ahhh...! Ahhhh!" The witch's skin could be heard slithering as it surged out again and again, trembling and wavering as if it were a dandelion playing in the wind. Still her belly grew ominously, higher from the floor than she could stand, and wider than a pair of barn doors. There was a faint perpetual stretching sound from somewhere inside her, a sense of taxation that a piece of fabric would emit before it would tear, getting deeper in pitch. The witch, squeezing her eyes shut to the sight of her massive body, feared such a limit, but couldn't yet feel it in discomfort. Rather, the huge quantities of air within almost lazily took up space. There was an unnatural, unpressurized force she contained that felt like it could be pent up forever and ever. It didn't ease her mind. Creaks began to accompany every pulse of her belly that rumbled forth like a brewing, towering thundercloud, casting waxing shadows on the walls it began to approach. Something stiff brushed up against her expanded middle, and the witch yelped thinking it might be hazardous, but found it could be pushed along. The table slowly grated its way across the floor, spurred onwards by the mighty swell. The boy positioned himself in the door frame, ready to shut her in if she kept growing. He was debating to run and find a villager with a sewing needle to burst the colossal bubble in the shack, but that would mean exposing his secretive plan. He continued beholding the sight of the impossibly round witch, aware of all of the low groans and grumbles that sounded with every dangerous intake. "Boy!" came a distant gasp, and then another portentous creak. "If you're still there... Help meeeee!" The witch's belly was truly enormous, an expansive, tight-looking bulb that shielded most of the hut from view. It continued to work towards taking up every free space while signaling aloud it didn't have the strength to. There was tension in the air, in her skin - a mystery of just what sort of destructive outcome was ready to reveal itself. Her belly button tilted upwards ever so slightly as the floorboards were smothered by her girth, a cacophony of wooden complaints accompanied by the grinding of the table legs, on course to smash up against the walls. Yet the witch's stomach grew bigger and bigger, the rest of her body diminutive in size in the back of the room and fruitlessly struggling to slow it down. She folded up her legs and planted her hands across her mouth, eyes widening and wincing with every incredible spurt that forced her even larger, stuffed her perilously with harmless gas. Every breath came with a terrifying and awestriking stretch, give and swell, the feeling of more and more skin pressing up against the furniture convincing her she was getting beyond immense, especially for the shack. The boy steeled himself as the menacing protuberance bloated ever rounder, edging nearer, eclipsing the light of the chandelier and growing dark and brooding. It was impossible to see over its mass, practically a bulging wall. The narrow crevices between the structure and her stomach were closing. All that was present was the massive, overgrown belly, unable to be slowed towards its destruction, quaking and creaking and quivering perilously to a final harrowing crescendo...! The witch's gut halted just several feet away from the boy. The yawning belly button looked spacious enough to swallow him whole. The faintest evidence of a stretch mark here or there had been sketched on her blimped body. There was a brief silence as the hulking belly wavered in place and settled down. Then it began to tremble with the slightest bit of mirth, and an unnerving cackle rose from somewhere seemingly far away. "Hee hee hee hee heeee...!" A pause, and the belly crept forward with an agonizing groan. "Eeeeeeh hee hee hee hee heeee...! Oh, little one!" came an oddly gleeful cry, and another puff. "Isn't it amazing how the body can be pushed to its absolute limit and beyond?! For years, magic strived to imitate the gods, to capture their qualities in man...!" The witch grunted as she swelled again. "To rival them in endlessness..." Groan. "...in endurance..." Groan. "...in SIZE! More! MORE!" Groooooan! The boy slammed the door shut just as the witch's belly heaved itself out of the frame. He tried to back into the door and felt double the amount of force pressing the opposite way. He bolted from the shack's exit, still hearing the worsening din and the maniacal laughter of a woman filling up to the roof. He threw himself down behind a knoll near where the grass turned to swamp and watched the planks of the hut shift, bend, and buckle. The boy started to fear that if not even her home could stop her, nothing would. The insides splintered and shattered while the massive belly creaked and rumbled, just on the brink of breaching the walls. "Ohhhhh! Alchemy is so wonderful, isn't it, little one?!" Just as the wild moan rent the air above the squealing of the timbers, the boy remembered the pointed finial on the bottom of the chandelier... He heard a pop like a cork and then a savage wind blew out the windows and flung the door off its hinges. Green fire belched from the openings, flaring out of every seam in the walls and roof. The boy kept his head down as the gusts rushed over him and the inferno fueled by dozens of spilled potions raged on a distance away. As the wind calmed to a breeze he peered up and saw the hut still flickering, but finally silent. It was too dark to see what remained inside. The walls seemed to sway for a moment, and then the building sighed and collapsed inward, flattened into a smoldering pile of lumber that could gasp no longer, and let the magic that had at last been expelled from the region linger as whispers in the dead trees.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Male Inflation Text: I grinned at the message I got to my inbox. Subject: Inflation Program Date: 02.09.2000 07:01:51 PM From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Here's a program that you may enjoy. Attachment converted: C:\InetFile\inflat.zip I shrugged, looking at the zip file in the internet file directory. I ran the file through a couple of virus checkers. It came up clean. I unzipped the file and ran the virus checker on the two resulting files, inflate.exe and inflate.dll. No viruses there. Hmm...should be safe. I opened the inflate.exe file. At first nothing happened. I moved the mouse. The mouse pointer was motionless on the screen. I clicked a couple of time, moving the mouse in circles. Nothing. I pressed CTRL-ALT-DEL, in hopes of closing down the malfunctioning program. When I pressed the DEL button, a shock shot through my pinky, warming my hand, arm and right side of my chest. I gasped. I looked back at the screen, and the Close Program box was on the screen. Nothing was in the "not responding" state, so I clicked Cancel. The monitor began flickering many colors and I was about to hit the reset button when the monitor settled down returning to Windows. "That was weird," I said aloud. On the monitor was your basic Terms of Service agreement and how the maker of the program would not be liable for anything that happens through the use of this product. I grinned, clicked the "Don't show me this again" check box, and clicked Continue. I watched as the normal install process started. It didn't even tell me where it installed it. Oh well, I thought. I'll find it later. Finally, the installation finished and a screen came on, asking if I wanted to start the program now. I clicked "Yes". A beautiful animation came onto the screen. Must be a video file, I thought. On the screen, a man in blue jeans and white T-Shirt appeared. As the man came closer, the pixelization cleared and I saw that... it was me! Somehow, this program knew what I looked like and turned me into a 3-D model! Words began scrolling up. "Thank you for taking the time to try out my Alpha-test of Inflator 1.0." I was still astonished at how real "I" looked on the computer screen. The text was continuing. "As you see before you, the program knows everything about you. Your weight, height, hair color, eye color, build, and so on. This program will create a realistic projection of what you would look like, if you started inflating." "Cool!" I said aloud. Two buttons appeared on the screen. Inflate and Deflate. This sounds interesting. I clicked on the Inflate button. Another option came up. This time, with three buttons: Gas, Liquid, and Solid. I thought about it, and tried the "Gas" option. The buttons then were replaced by two more options: Air and Helium. I tried Helium. Suddenly, "I" looked down and lifted my shirt, to display a slowly expanding belly. The buttons returned. "Do you wish to expand some more?" I clicked Yes and I watched as "my belly" swelled further. A third button came up. "Would you wish to auto-inflate to limits?" I greedily clicked Yes. The picture on the screen expanded quickly into a ball, ripping the shirt and jeans off "my body", and "I" began floating upwards. Well, that sucked. Oh well, I could always run that again. "Would you like to have a hard-copy of the results?" A hard copy? Perhaps it was a printout of the picture and some information about the inflation. I clicked Yes, waiting for my printer to warm up. Instead, my belly began to warm up. What was going on? I lifted my shirt, and touched my stomach. It seemed to slowly be getting softer, more spongy. It was then that I noticed that my stomach was slowly pressing forwards. My penis was getting hard in my pants and I had to get a mirror. I ran over and got the mirror and looked at myself. My belly continued to press slowly outwards, rounding slightly. Looking at the computer screen, I saw, "1% complete." What the hell? Just then, I felt my rear begin to press itself into my jeans, creating two globes inside my jeans. Something was happening to me and I didn't know what. All I _DID_ know was that it felt really good as my penis became rock hard. And I could really begin to feel it as my jeans slowly became tight, my penis creating an outline in the crotch of my jeans. Something else was happening. My arms and legs were slowly inflating, standing out at my sides. I had to get my clothes off before I burst out of them! I attempted to bend my arms to undo my belt buckle. It was difficult, but my inflating arms bent making an obscene squeaking sound. My hands didn't quite reach my belt buckle and were slowly pulling themselves back towards the side of my body. "No!" I screamed, before remembering that my dad was asleep in the other room. My arms shot back to the sides, now resembling small cones widening from my wrists. My belly was getting larger and larger, my butt swelling out wider and wider. My belt began to dig into my waist painfully. I began to cry. I didn't think it would be like this! The pain my belt was causing was agonizing. My legs were beginning to tighten within my jeans and my shirt was getting tighter. When would this pain end?! Would I pop? I squeezed my eyes shut. Would I pop like those characters in Wren-Spot or Luther Kane's site?! My jeans were becoming unbearably tight and my shirt was beginning to rip. Suddenly, I heard a bang sound and my belt flew across the room like a bat out of hell. My belt was ruined, but at least the pain was over. Even the unbearable tightness in my pants had diminished. But I was still inflating. My arms were no longer arms; they were large road-cones extending from my wrists. Suddenly, a knocking on my door scared the crap out of me. My dad must've heard me crying or my belt snapping off. Wild visions flew through my mind. My dad taking me to the hospital, my dad dying of a heart attack, and many others. "You okay in there, Dan?" I heard my dad ask. In my best voice, I answered, "Yes. I'm fine." I looked down, seeing my shirt slowly ripping in half. No need to worry him. "Okay, remember to wake me for work at 2:30." I wondered if he could hear the slight stretching sound coming from my body. "Okay," I said, feeling my pants becoming tight again. I heard my dad walk back into his room, and I grunted softly, feeling my shirt finally rip, exposing my swollen torso. I had to do something! I saw the computer, sitting there, with the e-mail window open. IRC! Someone on IRC should be able to help me! I felt my legs beginning to inflate as I hobbled over to the computer. As the IRC client connected to Dalnet, I felt the pants legs getting tighter and tighter. Finally, the client opened the channel #Inflation. Cheviot, Sievert, and Billy McFred were in the room I typed frantically, the best I could with my ballooning arms. <DanielSan> someone help me <Cheviot> what's up? I'm just working on a morph, wanna see? <BillyMcFred> I do! <DanielSan> no i got a email from someone claiming that it could infcdl,kszagtrde mnjsed I looked, and saw that my typing suddenly became unintelligable. My fingers were slowly swelling! <Cheviot> what? I couldn't type! My fingers were slowly bloating up, and becoming unbendable! <BillyMcFred> you okay, dan? <Sievert> I'd like to see that morph. <Cheviot> Sure. Suddenly, I knew that the channel couldn't help me, as my jeans gave up any hope of concealing my ballooning body. I gasped as I felt my skin become tight as a drum, and it sounded like Evil from Time Bandits, when he inflated his body to fling the arrows back at the good guys. I felt something odd just then. My feet began sliding along the floor. I felt out of control, as my feet went from sliding to brushing the floor lightly. Then I was airborne! I felt my feet leaving the ground. I floated about halfway in between the floor and ceiling when I heard my computer begin to work on something, and the inflation program re-appeared on the screen. "Program Complete! Do you wish to reset?" came a dialog box. My fingers were all but merged with my body, but I still had tiny nubs. I attempted to swim through the air, towards the Enter key. I couldn't quite get my body to roll enough to get my finger to the enter key, and it was quickly approaching 2:30. I would have to wake up my dad soon, and I couldn't let him see me like this! Finally, I angled my spherical body and got my finger to hit the enter key. Suddenly, I was in my normal size. Gravity took hold quickly, and my head came down, and I cracked it on the side of the computer table. "Ow!" I shouted. I got up, off the floor, and cradled my head. Thankfully, I was normal size again, but naked. My clothes were in shreds on the floor. I put on new clothes, and left the room and woke up my dad. Finally, I re-entered my room. "Do you wish to inflate again?" Underneath that it said "15 more uses. If you like this program, please register it." I clicked No, and the IRC window returned to the screen. Oh man, I thought. Have I got a story for the IC/B2E!

Tags: Breast Inflation, Female Inflation, floating Text: It's late and Maggie just wants to get to her car and get home. Fate has other plans for her. Maggie walked out of the movie theater by herself on a warm summer's night. She had been virtually alone in the theater, as everyone had already seen the movie she was watching. It had been a pretty good movie, but Maggie was starting to regret going to see the late show. Not only was she extremely tired, but her car was parked in the very farthest corner of the parking lot. It had been extremely busy when she got to the theater, but the movie she had seen was a long one; now the parking lot was virtually empty and she had to walk across the barren expanse by herself. The distance was huge, more than a quarter mile away from the theater. Maggie couldn't even see her car yet, despite there being only one or two other cars in the lot. I shouldn't have come in so late to the movie, she thought to herself. About a quarter of the way through the parking lot, Maggie started to feel anxious. She was all by herself in the middle of this huge parking lot. There was nobody around, but still, the wide, dark space seemed ominous and scary. She started to walk a little faster. As she reached the middle of the parking lot, Maggie finally spotted her car. It was in the darkest corner of the lot, of course. She was really starting to regret her choice of times to see a movie. Suddenly, Maggie heard a hissing sound start nearby. She stopped abruptly, looking for the source of the sound. The first thought through her mind was that a snake was in the area, as unlikely as that seemed. However, looking around, she saw nothing. There weren't any cars in the immediate vicinity, and, being right under the light, she had a good view of the area around her, and there were no snakes. But the hissing continued, sounding as if it were right under her. Right next to her, even. It sounded like a leaking balloon. Using her ears to guide her, Maggie turned around, but the intensity of the hissing didn't change as she turned. As she bent to the ground, however, it suddenly got louder. But there was nothing on the ground where she stood. So where the hell was the hissing coming from? Around that time, Maggie started to feel a pain in her shoulders and chest. Her bra was pinching her skin, for some reason. Maggie looked down. Her breasts seemed to be bulging out of her shirt. She could see crease lines in the blouse she was wearing, and her bra felt inexplicably tight. She adjusted herself, trying to get it comfortable, but to no avail. It was as if her clothes were too small. It was interesting, because she hadn't noticed it in the movie. All of a sudden, Maggie realized something. The hissing hadn't stopped, and her boobs seemed to be a bit bigger than normal. These two seemingly random anomalies that had suddenly appeared...could they be connected? Maggie looked down at her chest again, and this time noticed that the hissing had gotten louder. She turned her head, holding her ear down. The hissing seemed to be coming from her. "What the hell?" Maggie asked nobody in particular. Looking around for people, she started unbuttoning her blouse in the middle of the empty parking lot. Nobody was watching, but it still felt awkward. She looked down at her hissing breasts. They were bulging out of her bra as if it were two cup sizes too small. She tried to pack her boobs back in, but they were too big. "What is going on?" she asked. Clearly her boobs were too big for her clothes. How had this happened so suddenly? And what did it have to do with the hissing? Suddenly, something clicked in Maggie's mind. The hissing sounded like a balloon attached to a helium tank. Could that be what was going on? Am I....inflating? Maggie thought. She experimentally poked her breasts. They seemed much more rubbery than normal, and felt like warm balloons as she met resistance. What was worse; as Maggie intently watched her boobs, she noticed that they were even bigger than when she had first unbuttoned her shirt. This appearance was accompanied by a noticeable increase in the tightness of her bra. From what Maggie could see, it seemed that not only were her breasts inflating with air, they were still getting larger by the second. Maggie started to panic. This wasn't normal, but being in the middle of an empty parking lot certainly wasn't the place to stand around and gawk at her inflating boobs. It might attract unwanted attention. She buttoned her blouse up, with some difficulty, and set on her way to her car, walking quickly. She didn't know what was causing this, but maybe if she left the area it would stop. She noticed, however, that her breasts were getting to be too much for her clothes. Creaks started to emit from her bra, and she could see her cleavage starting to emerge in the gaps between the buttons of her blouse. Maggie started walking faster. Suddenly, Maggie heard a *pop* as one of her buttons gave way. It clattered on the asphalt. She also started to feel her breathing being constricted by her bra. Her clothes were fighting a losing battle to her breasts, which were approaching volleyball size. Maggie broke into a slow jog. Her car still seemed to be so far away, and her breasts were still growing. Another button popped off, followed closely by another. Her bra was clearly visible now through the hole in her blouse, and it didn't look to be doing to well, either. The stitches creaked in response to the jiggling motion that Maggie's jogging was creating. It wouldn't be too soon before....suddenly a ripping sound was heard as it gave up. The resulting liberation of her breasts from the confines of her bra also caused two more buttons to explode off her blouse. Her breasts bounced free, the bra falling to the ground and the blouse hanging from the sides of her basketball-sized behemoths. Maggie broke into a run, trying to escape her inflation. She was almost to her car; only a hundred yards to go. However, as Maggie approached her car, she noticed something odd about her running. She wasn't weighed down by her breasts, as she would have been if these were normal breasts. No, in fact, her weight was being reduced by them. She actually noticed that, with each step, she went higher into the air. She was actually being lifted up by her inflating boobs. Apparently they were not only growing, but they were filling with helium. As Maggie got to within fifty yards of her car, she suddenly tripped on a rock. Rather than a painful landing as she anticipated, she fell forwards for ten feet before lightly landing on her massive breasts and bouncing right back up again. It didn't hurt at all, so she continued her mad dash for the car. However, as she started running again, Maggie felt her strides getting longer and longer. It began to feel more like moonwalking than running. After one stride, she suddenly found herself floating for twenty feet before landing just ten feet from her car. Maggie steadied herself, not wanting to overleap her car. She stopped running, but still tried to move quickly, as she was gradually losing contact with the ground. She was walking quickly, taking long, deliberate steps. She was afraid that she might float away. Panic started to set in as Maggie felt herself being lifted onto her tiptoes. She was only two feet away now. She reached for the door handle, tiptoeing over. If she could just get a firm grasp..... Maggie felt her finger brush the handle just as her feet lost contact with the ground. She grabbed hold, forcing herself back down. Holding tightly with one hand, she reached into her pocket with the other. She pulled out her keys, but hesitated when she realized that she couldn't even see the door handle, let alone the key hole. Her breasts, which were now the size of prize pumpkins, were too big, and being so light they thrust themselves upwards, past her collarbone. She couldn't see over them. Not only that, but she could hardly reach the door with the keys. However, she found a way to do it by shoving her boobs against the car, squishing them as much as possible, and managed to feel around for the keyhole. Maggie then placed the key in the hole. She was almost there. However, being unable to see, Maggie twisted the key the wrong way. With a sickening snap, the key suddenly broke. She lifted the key up in surprise, but in her distraction, momentarily let go of the door handle. She immediately started floating upwards. "Nooooooooo!" shouted Maggie, clawing at the ground. However, she soon lost sight of the ground, as the position of her breasts forced her to be looking upwards. Her cries were unheard as she floated above the empty parking lot and into the warm night sky.

Tags: Blueberry Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, blueberry inflation Text: "If we do this, you're sure you can fix it, right?" Violet bit the corner of her lower lip, partly in anticipation and partly in apprehension. This was, of course, entirely her idea. But that didn't mean she was willing to charge forward no questions asked. "Yes, I've double checked everything just to make sure," replied Charlie. "It's as safe as anything else you've done before. I wouldn't let you do it otherwise." It had been years since Violet first toured the Chocolate Factory. In the aftermath, her ordeal of turning into a human blueberry had haunted her for the longest time. But as she grew older, she unintentionally found herself fixated increasingly on the event. Her mind kept going back to it, to the Three-Course gum, and to the inexorable inflating (there was no better word for it) caused by the final course. Eventually her anxiety turned to obsession which turned in turn grew into a secret desire. Finally, she broke down and contacted Charlie, who now ran the entire works, and sheepishly asked if she could do it again. That had been a few years back; he agreed, and Violet had been to the Factory a few times in the interim, chewing the experimental gum willingly, knowing the outcome yet still frightened by it. Intellectually she was aware of what was going to happen, but emotionally each time it was akin to riding a roller coaster. 'Riding a roller coaster,' Violet mused, 'that's exactly what it was like, only multiplied ten-fold.' All of the fear and excitement, but no real danger. Violet found herself hooked on the adrenalin rush. Previously she tried roller coasters, real ones; she tried sky diving; she even tried bungee jumping off of bridges. But they weren't the same. They were all over...too quickly, leaving her empty and depleted. Inevitably she came back to the original incident, so she pursued the only course of action available to her and reached out to Charlie. Each time she blew up into a blueberry, she got the adrenalin rush she needed. It carried her for a while, until she could no longer deny the yearning to go again. This time, however, she had something new she wanted to try. She outlined her plan to Charlie who agreed, albeit begrudgingly. And now here she was back in the Factory, late at night and away from prying eyes. "Okay...go!" yelled Violet, staring intently at the giant white television camera from her spot on the platform. There was a flash of light and then...nothing. In her non-existence, Charlie rushed over from the controls to the modified Wonkavision receiver and fiddled with some dials. Whereas Mike ended up about four inches tall, this specific receiver was larger, so the end result was bigger. From darkness, Violet experienced herself being pulled back into reality, like slowly waking up from a deep slumber. Coherent again, she looked down at herself, completely normal save for the fact she was about twelve inches tall. "Holy cow!" exclaimed Violet, "That was totally trippy! I feel like a Barbie doll!" She thrust her hip out and posed momentarily for good measure. Satisfied, Violet hopped down onto the tabletop and tried on her new size for good measure. "I can see why Mike wanted to do it again...that was so weird." After a minute or two of wandering about and chattering on aimlessly about her scaled-down perspective, Violet settled into her new size and was ready to proceed. She sauntered over to a length of string, although to her it was akin to a piece of rope. She picked up one end and tied it firmly around her ankle, tugging at it once or twice to make sure it was secure. She reached into the pocket of her blue one-piece jumper, pulling out a sizable flask along with a piece of the Three-Course gum she so desperately craved. Violet adjusted the wide red belt set on her waist, seemingly to straighten it. In reality she was attempting to calm the butterflies fluttering in her stomach (the belt was merely a prop anyway, as a throwback to her first brush with becoming a blueberry). Violet's consciousness was dizzy with possibilities, nervously anxious to what lay ahead. She took a deep breath and steeled her resolve. "Well, here goes nothing," Violet declared with false bravado to no one in particular. She placed the experimental gum in her mouth, chewing deliberately. Violet savored the rich taste of tomato soup, her exhilaration germinating as the lingering flavor faded to be replaced by roast beef and baked potato; her hand unconsciously glided lightly over the surface of her abdomen, determined to perceive any changes as they occurred. The act of blowing up was the act of losing all control, surrendering it. It was more the polar opposite of an act however, because all the recipient had to do was nothing...immobilized first by fear and disbelief, then by their own expanding frame. While Violet's mind raced, her body remained firmly still except for her rhythmic chewing. As the main course waned, Violet stirred from her uncharacteristically silent aspect and quickly popped open the flask; the stopper unhinged with the sound of a gunshot, making her jump slightly. Her nerves had been progressively on edge, ever since she hopped up on the Wonkavision platform. The feeling became more intense each passing moment. Violet took a swig from the flask then paused briefly. She decided for more and tilted the flask back again, chugging this time. The Fizzy Lifting Drink churned and bubbled, imparting a steadily growing bloated sentiment on top of her ample 'meal' thus far. Violet swiftly stoppered the flask again and set it down. "Here it comes!" Violet announced. As the sweet zest of blueberries, flakey crust and rich cream saturated her taste buds, Violet's heart pounded harder. Momentarily overwhelmed, she stifled a quiet moan. Unwittingly Violet swallowed bite after bite of the blueberry pie and cream. The seemingly endless dessert vied for her attention as the Fizzy Lifting Drink went to work. As she saw the deepening blue hue creep across her exposed skin, Violet realized she timed it out almost perfectly. "I should've had a mirror set up, so I can watch myself," Violet speculated to no one, her voice suddenly trailing off. "Oh...oh...it's starting to happen!" Violet's eyes widened as she looked down at her belly. Her blue one-piece had specially-designed pleats and seams; it would conform to her curves but, as Violet filled out, her outfit would fill out as well to accommodate. Violet's midsection incrementally surged in girth, her belt going from slack to snug to tight in nothing flat. Even as Violet's waistline flourished, she could feel herself become lighter, a byproduct of the Fizzy Lifting Drink. "I feel funny," Violet quipped aloud, oblivious and lost in a multitude of clashing perceptions. Overstrained, her belt burst off with a resounding 'crack!' and her midriff billowed outward at an alarming rate. Simultaneously her still-swelling form lifted and gently rose upward off of the tabletop, buoyed by the Fizzy Lifting Drink. As she drifted lazily higher, Violet swelled rounder and fuller with each passing second. Violet could feel herself inflating, blowing up like a blueberry. Her impending sense of helplessness and the burgeoning tightness within her were inexplicably offset by a spreading impression of airy lightness. Gentle breezes caressed her skin and casually bounced her around. She closed her eyes for an instant, trying to take it all in. As the string reached its limit, the sudden jar causing Violet's eyes to open. Looking down, all she could see was a massive blue hemisphere curving out below her...she was completely spherical save her head, hands and feet. She wiggled her toes in her shoes, 'fruitlessly' she thought in what she considered a witty pun, making her smirk. With no purchase she found moving her feet only bobbed her around to a greater extent. Violet flapped her hands, also useless, then bent her fingers, as best she could, against her distended shape. At least she could enjoy the tactile sensation under her fingertips, the skin tight and smooth, fabric stretched to its limits. Ever nerve-ending tingled with expectancy until Violet felt as if she was going to explode. "We did it!" Violet proclaimed, "I'm a balloon! I'm actually a big, round, full, blue balloon! String and all!" And she did look like a toy balloon tied up there, one that anyone could buy at any fair or carnival. Violet inwardly shuddered in prolonged excitement, unable to move, bending to the whim of whatever random eddies and currents happened upon her overly enlarged form. "So," Charlie spoke finally, "what now?" Violet looked mischievously over at her stunned roommates, Amber in a same-styled yellow jumper, Chloe in green. They both shuffled nervously at what they had just witnessed for the first time, but were still deeply intrigued nonetheless. Curiosity, as it were, had no bounds, and Violet had definitely piqued their interest. "Well," said Violet daringly, eyeing them both, "whose next?"

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Prose that Blows 11 - It's All About the Feels, Prose that Blows Winner: Most Original Interpretation of the Theme Text: It's really simple. Through the dark twine of the weirwood, the indigo sky is cool and brilliant under both moons. I'm awfully aware of how far one could fall up there. Just prffffft and....well..... Oh God. Out here there would be nothing to stop me going higher and higher and...I feel myself clench against the new rules and the sudden tightness in my clothes. "The rules are for your protection" says The Demon in my head, suddenly. Yeah, I'm possessed by a Demon too. It's going to get me killed. Keep moving; they will be looking for me soon. Heh. Not much for the eye to seize before tonight. And now... well...more than a handful. God, I hope those go back down. My dress is too frokkin' small now. So self conscious; even though I'm probably the only person for miles. I was slim, and pretty enough, in a way I suppose; blue eyes to count a rarity, the strawberry-blond hair to make men whisper; a nose, turned up to curiosity, catching at the wind. But something in my manner; withdrawn, wilful, diffident; the gaunt awkwardness of a girl who would not fit in. I spent too much time out alone, out by the haunted wreckage. "Not dead." says The Demon, heedless of when it invaded my thoughts. "I survived. Well, just the core, some spatial folding and the pneumo-gravetics. But the sentient bit. The bit that matters." The penetration had made it more talkative. I shudder to recall how its black mass touched – poured – into me. The horrible buoyancy plucking me from the steely well as if I was a cinder on the great fire. The smooth walls sliding by as my feet retraced the earlier fall, trackless. My eyes wider than saucers; my body, swollen like a watermelon in a summer field, rebounding against the blue-grey metal roof of the broken vault. "Emergency protocol." The Demon intones. "Being lighter-than-air saved your life." It probably did too; and now I have to run to keep it. I overheard the whispers to the Squire; my unlikely excuses at the hour, my torn clothes, my body....Jevers rode post-sunset for Riverton amidst murmurings of compacts and demons. He'd bring the sniffers by morning. I really try not to think about what they do to a girl who harbours a demon. "You gave permission." The Demon says. "Protocol requires assent for interface. And I did get you out of that hole, as promised. Now I simply require assistance to relocate to an intact vessel." "You tricked me, Demon." I hissed, though I'd established it could hear me just as well silent. Trapped in its centuries-old lair, it had told me to think about boys, a boy, in the first instance. ('cortical anchorage requires an emotional response...') "I was designed to interface with Pilots. Not hormonal teenagers. Your emotional responses corrupted control protocols." replies The Demon calmly. "So we're stuck together." The funny thing is, when I was little, I used to dream about flying. Back before I knew it was a sin; from the Age of Knowing. Now I think flying and falling and floating are very much alike; the wind outside; the wind within. ('....Do you know what a balloon is?' the Demon had asked, conversationally) – A word from a time of Demons and the silver men. "I am not a Demon." says The Demon. "I am a transtellar rated demiurgical construct. I was quickened at Hyundai-Xaoi yards in Thirty...look; the point is if you hadn't been so emotional, we could have got down much quicker and none of your dirtgrubbing peasant elders would be any wiser." I was stuck there for hours, wild and lost to myself. Far too long. The tightness of my swollen breasts and buttocks; a prison for the flushing heat within me ('shear stress' declared the Demon, unapologetic). By the time I calmed down – drifted down – the curfew of twilight was past. I ran all the way back through the valley cleft by the Demonegg's impact as my body struggled to regain its slender weight. Once home, I knew I couldn't stay. In the end I took Samuel's key and stole two loaves of bread, an orange, and a skin of wine. I hope Samuel won't get in trouble for that. The only other things with me were a score of sous I had saved and the robe they found me in all those years ago. The trail falls down through a spray of scree towards the river, but I know my way here better than most in daylight. I have to lose my scent; Fear. Arousal. The secret stain curdled between my legs where the air cupped and lifted me. Memory. My life washed away. "For what its worth," says The Demon, "Given your mean density, you probably can't drown at the moment." I think about Samuel, teaching me to swim; holding me as I kick against the currents; the scent of sandalwood and leather from his workshop. My body weightless in his arms. There's the edge of swelling. I rise almost unconscious to the balls of my feet as if in preparation for what must follow. Down. Down. I think. Please. Not again. "Please, please, please try not to think about boys. Especially not Samuel" says The Demon. "You are triggering the proto-helium again." Yes. Can't get angry. Can't get scared. Can't think about boys. The rules that bind me, hold me down from the cold and gasping death above. "OK, Demon" I whisper through gritted teeth. "Let's go." "I'm sure we'll work fabulously together." says The Demon. It seemed quite pleased with itself. The path opens up through the brambles and the witching hour. Run river – down your stony course to ruin; me and my haunting out into the world.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Male Inflation, deflation, inflation Text: Anna locked the front door to the bank and sighed. "God, I thought today would never end," she said, exhausted. Jasmine logged out of her computer and stashed the encrypted mouthpieces in a desk drawer behind the teller's counter. "From now on, I'm asking off from counter duty on the Fridays before a holiday weekend." "Tell me about it," Anna said, turning off most of the lights throughout the bank's customer service area. "At least the weekend will be pretty quiet." Jasmine closed the blinds on the drive-thru windows. "Three day weekend, no customers, plus a day of holiday pay. It almost makes up for days like today." "Almost," Anna said, walking around the counter. "But not quite. Ready?" Jasmine checked the last computer that was logged in, scribbled a number on a piece of paper, and then logged off. "Let's see if their streak continues." Anna swiped her badge at the entrance to the vault and turned sideways to step through the narrow doorway. It opened into the large bank vault, about two-thirds the size of a high school gymnasium. Jasmine followed behind her. The women walked between the two tall globes at either end of the vault. "Lot of deposits today," Rich, one of the globes, said. Jasmine patted his smooth round underside. "Lot of withdrawals too," she said teasingly. "But more deposits," April, the other globe, said. "I could definitely feel more deposits today." "Well, y'all have both been within 1% six straight vault days," Anna said, tapping playfully on April's pale, tightly inflated flesh. "Seven would tie me and Jasmine's branch record." "Are you ready to make a guess?" Jasmine asked. Rich and April, both resting on their stomachs, looked at each other - not that they could do much else with their heads immobilized by bulging skin on all sides. They shared a few seconds of silent communication before April spoke up. "I'm going to guess... one million, four ninety--no, five..." April closed her eyes in concentration for a moment. "One million, five hundred forty-three thousand. Each." Anna watched Jasmine scrawl "April: GT1,543,000" on her note. "Rich?" Rich made his guess with confident bravado. "My lovely colleague and I are each holding one million, five hundred fifty-one thousand." Jasmine wrote Rich's guess. "Drum roll, please!" Anna began drumming her hands against April's rounded body, her skin making a low reverberant sound that filled the room. Jasmine spoke up. "Today's closing balance was GT3,141,412, which means you're each holding GT1,570,706. Ninety-nine percent of that is... one million, five hundred... fifty-four thousand nine ninety-eight!" "Fuck yeah!" Anna pumped her fist and did a little dance. "Dammit," Rich said sighing. "I was so close." "Well, we all have our off days," April said. "I'm looking forward to relaxing this weekend. This baby has been kicking like crazy." Jasmine approached April and placed both hands on her massive stomach. "Is he kicking right now?" "Oh yeah, he's beating me up big time." Jasmine and Anna both pressed their bodies against April's, trying to feel what April was feeling. But her womb must have been too deep inside; all they could feel through April's spandex suit was the ever-so-slight stretching and retracting of April's skin and suit as she breathed. "April, I don't know how you keep this up while nine months pregnant." "I'd be lying if I said it was easy," April sighed. "Just two more weeks and then I get maternity leave." "Yeah," Rich spoke up, "and then we'll happily pick up the slack while you're out." "Sarah said that she might even hire some temp help in the vault," Jasmine said. "College students are always looking for work like this." "Well, that's all fine and good," April said a little impatiently, "but I'd really love to get home and see my husband for the first time in two days." "And I really have to pee," Rich chimed in. April laughed. "That too." "Sorry," Anna apologized. "We won't make you wait any longer." Anna and Jasmine began removing their business attire: coats, blouses, slacks, heels, pantyhose. Underneath each was wearing a skin-tight white spandex suit with "QUAD CITIES BANK" printed across the midriff, with a small cutout revealing their navels. Jasmine took off her watch and rings while Anna put up her hair. Taking their places next to April and Rich, they took the hoses and affixed the encrypted valves to their belly buttons. "Here goes," Anna called out, and she pressed the "Intra-vault Transfer" button on the nearby touchscreen panel. All four valves in the vault chimed in unison, and Anna and Jasmine got on the floor on all fours. A few seconds later a hissing sound arose in the vault as the transfer began ramping up. Anna's and Jasmine's breasts swelled first, then their butts, and then their stomachs. As the pressure kept rising their breasts and bellies pressed against the floor, tipping them backward slightly before their arms and legs began plumping up and stiffening. As the hiss grew into more of a whoosh, the two were propped up onto their bellies as their torsos bulged all over, arms and legs growing shorter and wider, distinct features like waistlines and buttocks smoothing out across the simpler curves of their bodies. Soon they had lost their arms and legs to the constant expansion of their bodies, growing uniformly outward and upward with the exception of their sweeping breasts, Jasmine's even more prodigious than Anna's. Meanwhile, the same transformation was starting to play out in reverse with the fifteen-foot human balloons of Rich and April, only in slow motion. Anna and Jasmine had to reach double digits in diameter before Rich and April could shrink by just a foot. But gradually some features started to reform on their tight surfaces. Hands and feet became distinctly visible, if distorted; April's breasts stood out more; the dome of skin between Rich's feet began to elongate, then two new domes descended from nothingness below it. When they had all reached equal volume - a little north of GT750,000 - Anna's breasts had completely flattened against her broad chest, while Jasmine's refused to shrink even a little. Only when Jasmine crept over GT1mm did her assets start to change their shape, spreading both horizontally and vertically across her front side. Down under GT250,000, Rich could now wiggle his fingers and toes and his comically long penis, resembling a balloon animal balloon, rubbed against the floor. April had regained her neck and could turn her head. Wide mounds of arms and legs arose from the nothingness surrounding their hands and feet. Buttocks began to take shape ever so slightly. When April could bend her arms again she prepared to "land" on all fours as soon as she could reach the floor. Rich would have to wait a little while longer before his third leg receded enough. While Rich and April's shift was nearing an end, Anna and Jasmine felt what had been their neck and shoulder flesh bulging around their face, the telltale final stage for holding this much money. Anna looked across at her shiftmate and wondered, as always, how she could still look so feminine after all this. Once he got back down to normal, the 6'4" Rich could have laid down straight across one of Jasmine's boobs and not be able to reach both sides. Her butt was equally as prominent behind her. Some women were just cut out for bank work while still looking good; Jasmine was born for it. In the final few seconds of the transfer, April and Rich managed to get their hands and feet on the floor as the last of the money escaped through their navel valves. April sat up on her knees, detaching the hose and rubbing her pregnant belly through her jumpsuit. "Oof," she said while arching her back, "I know the pumps are super accurate but I swear this thing gets a little bigger every time." Rich was flexing his arms and stretching. "Don't worry, soon enough you won't have to carry anything besides money." He reached his hand out to help April to her feet. "I can't wait," she said, smiling as she rubbed her belly. "Just like I can't wait to get out of this damned suit." "You guys go on," Anna said, trying to blow a single stray lock of hair out of her face. April noticed and waddled over to Anna. "Here, let me help you with that," rolling her forward until she could reach Anna's hair, redoing her messy bun so that she wouldn't be bothered by it the next three days. Then April put another hand on her belly and gasped. "He's kicking again. Want to feel?" "Oh my God, yes!" Anna exclaimed. April pressed her belly against Anna's chest. The first kick Anna felt looked like she was about to melt. "Aww!" "I wanna feel too, April!" Jasmine called out. April waddled over to Jasmine, rolled her forward just like Anna, and leaned her belly into Jasmine right between her breasts. Jasmine giggled as she felt the kick against her tight skin. "So cute!" "Well, ladies," Rich said, "I'm going to go home and read to the kiddos. See y'all on Tuesday." "Yes, I'd better be going too," April said, patting her belly as she pulled away from Jasmine. "Aww, you should stay," Jasmine said. "I could feel those kicks all night." April grinned. "My husband would be jealous." She arched her back again and began waddling toward the vault door. "Oh, April," Anna called out, "you didn't disconnect our hoses." It was typical to disconnect the hoses when the bank was closed as a security measure. "Oh, I almost forgot," April said. "The state inspector is coming by tomorrow to inspect the drive-thru GT pumps. Sarah is busy tomorrow morning, so she said to leave the hoses connected and she'll stop by tomorrow afternoon to disconnect you guys." "Alright," Jasmine said. "Have a great weekend, April." "Y'all too," April said, waving bye. She could just barely fit her belly through the narrow doorway, but when she did she closed the door. Anna and Jasmine heard the electronic lock beep, and that was that. Just the two of them for the next 84 hours. "So," Jasmine said, "last week I asked Sarah if I could bring Erick here with me tonight." Anna made a pouty face. "What, I'm not interesting enough?" Jasmine laughed. "No, you're not male enough." Anna gasped. "Are you serious? You asked Sarah if she'd be okay with Erick boning you in here, like this?? And you've only known him for two weeks!" Jasmine grinned naughtily. "When I told him how big these babies get—" She directed her eyes at each boob. "—he may have become a little obsessed with the thought." "I mean, I'm as straight a girl as there is and I can think of some ways to have fun with you like that." "Too bad we're on the same shift then, huh?" Jasmine teased sarcastically. "Shut up." Anna said. Then, a few moments later: "Too bad Sarah said no. That would've been hot as hell to watch. "I know, right?" They both sighed dreamily. - The parking lot lights turned off at 3am. At 3:01am, the beat-up Ford truck - headlights off - pulled into the lot and parked. Max climbed out of the driver's side and quickly opened the rear door to the cab, pulling out his laptop and turning the screen brightness down to the bare minimum that he could tolerate. He began rifling through his laptop bag for a USB cable. Steph got out of the passenger side and walked around to Max, the tails of her trench coat trailing behind her. She adjusted the black skullcap she was wearing; in the twilight, it blended in with her jet black hair. "You're sure no one is going to see us?" "Please," Max scoffed, pushing his glasses higher up on his nose. "I've been casing this bank for months. The latest I've ever seen any cars in this lot is precisely 2:41am, and the high lux coming from the highway road lights is more than enough to make us practically invisible from there. Plus, it's cloudy so no moonlight. Just as I planned." Steph rolled her eyeliner-lined eyes. "You could've just said 'yes.'" Max ignored his girlfriend. "Also, this bank is due for an inspection in the morning, so there is high confidence that the GT pumps are still connected to the vault." He connected a small pump to his laptop and banged out a few keyboard commands. "There. The pump is hacked. The bank shouldn't detect it as anything other than one of its own." Steph shrugged off the trench coat, revealing a black tank top and black bicycle shorts underneath what looked like a climbing harness. "And you're sure the getaway part of the plan will work too?" she asked as she tossed the coat into the cab. "Yes, one hundred percent," Max assured her impatiently, disconnecting the pump from the laptop. "I'll clip you to the tie-down points in the truck bed and off we go." "Your dad is going to be pissed if we get pulled over in his truck." Max ignored her again, making sure that the pump was connected to his laptop via Bluetooth. "Here, let's go." Steph sighed and took the pump from his hand. Max grabbed his laptop and they snuck over to the drive-thru. Once there, he grabbed one of the hoses and handed it to Steph, who attached it to her belly button just below the hem of her tank top. A few seconds later, the small LCD screen on the pump turned green. "A-ha! Connection established!" Max cheered quietly. "I'm the best hacker in the world!" "Just start the fucking transfer," Steph hissed at him. Max relented, tapping one command on his keyboard. Within seconds money began flowing through the pump and into Steph, filling her in her stomach first, then her breasts once she looked pregnant with twins. "Holy shit," she said grinning, feeling her expanding curves. "It really is working!" "I told you I'm the best hacker in the world," Max replied, crossing his arms. "Maybe I believe you now," Steph said, holding his cheek with one hand while keeping her other hand on a belly that was larger than the largest beach ball she had ever seen. The tank top pulled tightly across her breasts. Her skinny butt swelled up into bowling balls. Her arms and legs puffed up stiffly, forcing her into a jumping jack pose. "God, this works so quickly." "It has to. Banks have a lot of customers, so it has to be fast." Steph hummed in agreement, her back beginning to stick out as much as her front. Her breasts ruptured the tank top while the bike shorts and harness stretched accordingly. Her arms and legs had become mere mounds smaller than her mammaries. "How much did you say we were going to take?" "We're going to milk them dry," Max said. "By my estimates, they should have about GT300k in the bank heading into a holiday weekend like this." Steph turned her head, watching in the blackness as the curves of her arms were absorbed by the growing sphere of her body. In less than a minute, her waif figure had blown up to over six feet wide. "This is so damn weird," she marveled. "You're doing great," Max said, reaching out to pat her shoulder, then realizing she had no shoulder to pat. He pulled his hand back and looked back at his laptop. "GT100k. You're about a third of the way there." Steph purred, for the first time in her life feeling what it was like to be rich. Money was power, and even though he had given up her physical faculties, she felt powerful: powerful enough to run away from her trash parents, powerful enough to move somewhere and start over. She just needed to get through this and make it work. "GT200k," Max called out. Steph's body loomed over him, her breasts blocking his view of her face. The straps of the harness dug into her breasts and stomach, but it still continued stretching with her. He rolled her forward slightly, making sure not to disturb the pump at her navel. "You're doing great." She looked down at him with a nervous smile. "I just want to hurry up and get out of here." "Don't worry, the pump should begin ramping down soon." Except it didn't. The number on his laptop screen - the number representing how much money with which he had blown Steph up - continued to climb faster. Less than a minute after Steph had surpassed GT200k, she crossed GT300k, then GT325k seconds after that. "Whoa," Dave said, dumbstruck. Steph furrowed her brow. "Is that a good 'whoa' or a bad 'whoa?'" "No, no, it's good," Dave said excitedly. He watched the number flirt with, then pass GT400k. "You're already at GT400k. They have way more money than I thought." "Awesome, but how does that affect the second half of our plan?" Steph winced at the pressure the harness was exerting on her. Dave scratched his head, wide-eyed, watching Steph surpass their predetermined size. "It'll be a tighter fit for sure, but I can still get you in the truck." The number continued to climb: GT450k, GT475k. "I wonder how much money they have." Steph's bike shorts decided that they had had enough, their seams splitting and the fabric tearing away, held in place only by the harness. "Well, maybe we should just leave," she said nervously, her head tilting back as her neck began to be absorbed. Her palms were next. "This is getting a bit too weird." "No, we have to stay!" Dave exclaimed. The number actually began increasing more quickly; the pump was still ramping up! In less than five minutes they had stolen almost GT600k, and Steph was still growing. "We've got double what we came here for. We have to get more!" "No, Max!" Steph said forcefully. Her body had absorbed her fingers up to the second knuckle. "Shut it off and let's get out of here. We've already succeeded! We don't need more!" "No!" Max said. The rate of growth seemed to level off to a more constant flow. "We're over GT700k now! They could have millions! We have to stay!" Steph grunted as she lost the last of her fingers. "This is going to take too long! We're going to get caught!" "No, we're fine! I promise!" Steph felt the harness straining to stay on her, but she could tell that it had stopped stretching and that more of her was bulging through it. "Max, I think the harness is about to burst!" Max rubbed his scalp with a shaky hand. "Steph... we're millionaires." "Great! Fine! Now let's go!" Max looked at all fourteen feet of his girlfriend, pinched into a ridiculous shape by the harness that was indeed looking a little iffy. Then he looked back at the computer screen. Steph felt one of the harness straps start to pull apart somewhere on her left boob. "Max!" Surely it has to stop soon, Max thought. Surely they don't have GT1.5 million. And yet, the climbing number on his screen blew right past it. "My spreadsheet must have been off by a decimal point," he wondered out loud. "Max! It's going to--" And that's when their getaway plan experienced a major setback. One of the harness's shoulder straps failed first, releasing Steph's tortured left breast. Then the one around her equator failed, and that was the ballgame. Steph's helpless form twitched and bounced as the harness flew off of her in all directions, wobbling in place before teetering to a halt on her side. "Great, now what are we gonna do??" Steph wailed. "We're gonna keep going," Max said determinedly. He walked over to his girl and ran his hands along her immense surface. "You always said you wanted enough money to get out of your shitty life. Now look at you! You've got enough money and then some!" "Max, please," Steph said, her voice revealing more fright than anger now. Her skullcap had slipped off her head and her body was beginning to fill in the cramped space between it and her head. With her on her side, her hair dangled messily across her face. "I'm worried that something bad is going to happen. Can we please go?" Max rolled her onto her stomach and rubbed what little of her boobs he could reach. It took some effort to maneuver her huge form, but he rolled her down until he could lean in and kiss her cheek. "No." - Anna had thought that the talking she'd heard was in her dream, so she ignored it at first and tried to slip back into sleep. But then it sounded like Jasmine was talking. No, not talking... yelling at her. "Anna!" Jasmine shouted across the vault. "We have a big problem!" Anna opened her eyes and turned her head to stretch her neck. Wait a minute. She shouldn't be able to do that. And that's when she realized that she had breasts again. Jasmine had something resembling arms and legs. "What's going on?" Anna asked, her heart rate increasing. "I think we're getting robbed!" "Shit," Anna cursed. Of course: the GT pumps were attached. "You're sure this isn't the state inspector?" "It's three-something in the morning and the inspector is only supposed to withdraw a few GTs. Not millions!" "Right. Why hasn't the alarm gone off?" "It must have been hacked. Or April and Rich must have forgotten to set it. Or we forgot. Oh shit oh fuck..." "Hey, just relax," Anna said, watching her arms steadily regain a vaguely arm-like shape. "We just need to be able to reach our pumps and press the emergency button. Whoever that is out there isn't going to be in any shape to do much of anything." "You're right," Jasmine said, trying to calm down. "They must have drained over GT2 million from us. Not really any inconspicuous modes of transportation for that much money." "Yeah, we're dealing with amateurs here," Anna said, watching her arm deflate frustratingly slow and waiting impatiently to regain any mobility in it. - "GT2.7 million!" Dave exclaimed. "You must be taller than my parents' house!" Steph had given up on reasoning with Max. She was terrified of getting in trouble, but mostly she was heartbroken that Max had violated her trust. Being completely and totally helpless to stop him fueled a fury that boiled deep within her. Next chance she'd get she'd slap him so hard he'd start aging backwards. But then the constant whooshing sound that resonated within Steph's body kicked up a couple of notches. "Ahh!" she wailed. "It's going faster! I'm blowing up faster!" This comment, and not anything Steph had said the last few minutes, was enough to break the spell of greed that had distracted Max. "Huh? That shouldn't happen." "It's faster, it's—oh my God..." The edges of Steph's face began to stretch out and flatten ever so slightly. "You have to stop! Please!" Max ran back to his laptop, but no sooner had he gotten there than the flow stopped completely. The screen reported the final talley: GT3,141,412. "There was no ramp down," he said to himself. "There should have been a ramp down. Unless..." "Unless what?" Steph had three million in cold, hard cash inside of her and it was the last thing on her mind. Her cheeks and chin only barely stood out from the dominant curve of her surface. "Unless what??" "...oh shit. They dumped the vault." A moment later he heard distant sirens. And only then did he realize all of the ways he had painted them into a corner: the failed harness, Steph's unexpectedly huge size. "I'm so fucking stupid." An air of panic arose in Steph's voice. "C'mon, you gotta get me out of here!" Max closed his laptop and ran back to Steph, violently tipping her backward. Through her helpless wail of protest, he yanked the valve from her stomach and pushed her away. Steph rolled to a stop about ten feet away, bumping into the side of the bank and rolling upside down. "Hey, roll me the other way! Put me in front of the truck and just drive behind me! Something!" "Sorry, hun, no time." Max quickly gathered up the remnants of the harness, Steph's clothes, anything that he could grab quickly. The sirens were getting louder. "You asshole!" Steph screamed at the top of her lungs, her tight skin vibrating with her vocalizations. "I'm going to give you up, you hear me?? I'm going to tell them everything! I'm going to ruin you!" Max slammed the doors to the truck, started it, and sped away. Steph was panting with rage and angry tears in her eyes when Anna and Jasmine, in their spandex suits, ran around the corner of the building and nearly bumped into the twenty-foot planet of a woman. "I think we found our money," Jasmine said, patting Steph's tight surface. "I had an accomplice," Steph said, still furious, "and when the cops get here I'll tell everything you want to know." - Steph had visions of some massive manhunt for Max, much like one might see in the movies with posters and tons of cops and German shepherds. In reality, the manhunt ended on the other side of the parking lot where Max, having not turned his headlights on, jumped a curb and wrapped the front end of his dad's truck around a telephone pole. Such meticulous detail he had paid attention to with this bank, and he hadn't even thought to memorize the layout of the parking lot. He was unconscious in the driver's seat, a sliver of forehead skin split open. Max was in cuffs when he came to, propped against the wheel of a squad car. The parking lot lights were on. There was an armada of police cruisers and bank employees' cars, and headlights and flashlights were trained on Steph as she was having the last of the money transferred out of her and back into the vault, whose employees had no doubt returned to their places. One of the cops was inspecting the hacked GT pump he'd used. Another was placing his laptop in an evidence bag. Steph was, at the very least, an accessory to some of Max's crimes. But he was the mastermind: he had stolen and hacked the GT pump, he had hacked the bank's security system, he had committed the illegal transfer of funds. If Steph rolled on him then she'd probably get a slightly lighter punishment. Not quite the new life she had been looking for, but better than what he was likely facing. It would've all worked if he'd just stuck to the plan. Steph's wrists were cuffed as soon as the cuffs would fit, and then she was draped in a robe and led toward the squad car where Max sat. As he looked up at her, she planted a swift knee to his forehead. The parking lot lights went out again, but only in Max's mind.

Tags: Stuffing, Female Inflation Text: Janelle had been a vegetarian since middle school, but it just didn't seem as attractive anymore. The rebellious idealism of her youth gave way to a combination of practicality and apathy as she started her senior year. She had, in fact, been a very disciplined eater for as long as she could remember; controlled proportions and healthy, organic foods exclusively. Over the course of the summer, though, it began to become more of a nuisance than anything else. She had a new group of friends, a little more popular and wild than the typical book-smart crowd she had formerly associated herself with. She wore skimpier clothing and grew out her hair out of an implicit desire to fit in. The final change she made to herself came after countless summer instances of everyone heading to McDonald's or similar, and her feeling left out. "Eat, eat!" chanted her two friends from across the table. She sat alone on the other side of the restaurant booth, staring down a giant gourmet burger. She had resolved to give up her strict eating habits, and confessed such to her friends. They were so excited, they headed to the nearest dinner place and immediately began the initiation ceremony. Janelle wrapped her hands around the hamburger, lifted it up to her face, and took a giant bite. Her chin messy with sauce and her cheeks stuffed full, she managed to exclaim a muffled, "Delishsh!" A girl, watching, smiled from a distant table. That night she came home late and jumped into bed. The preceding event had had a more profound effect on her than her friends realized. It took her a little longer to get to sleep that night -- she found it difficult to stop thinking about that giant burger that tasted so amazing. For years her taste buds had become accustomed to relatively bland food, her stomach to relative emptiness. The burger had been an atom bomb of ecstasy, and she couldn't get it out of her mind. The next day kicked off Janelle's last year of school. After getting packed up and ready to have breakfast, she opened the cupboard and took out the granola cereal. She poured enough to fill her bowl halfway, her usual stopping point. But this time, for some reason, she continued to pour until it touched the brim. She poured the milk and, oddly enough, decided to heavily sprinkle her breakfast with sugar. Janelle sat down at the table to eat. The instant she passed the halfway point, she felt a warmth and tingle inside of her. She became slowly more and more excited as she kept eating the filling meal, going ever farther past where she should have stopped. She finally lifted the bowl and downed the rest of its contents, letting out a soft burp to conclude the meal. She had a grin on her face she couldn't get rid of as she left home. Janelle's stomach was feeling disappointingly empty after her first period. As she walked to her next class, she noticed something that she never noticed before: a snack vending machine. She just never paid attention to it until now. She studied the machine's contents before deciding on a Snickers candy bar. Oddly enough, she noticed three Snickers came out of the machine. She realized that she must have, for some reason, put in a dollar-fifty and pressed the button several times. Her next class was a bore, so she decided to eat her candy. The first bite was more delicious than she could have ever imagined. The pure pleasure of the experience overwhelmed her, and it took her only a single, huge bite to fit the rest into her mouth. "Excuse me," said the teacher harshly. Janelle lifted her head from the desk. The room was emptying. Momentarily startled at the chocolate mess around Janelle's lips, he then said sternly, "Miss, if you can't stay awake in class, you need to find a different period for this subject. I won't tolerate this. And clean up your mess." He pointed to the four empty candy wrappers on Janelle's desk. Four? Janelle apologized and did as she was told, then joined her friends for lunch. "She gave up her diet!" "Really?" "Yep, we saw her eat a monster burger at Blaine's with our own eyes." Janelle blushed and confirmed it. "It's just not a big deal to me anymore, I guess," she said. "And that meat was really, really good." With everyone's gaze on her, she took a bite of the meatloaf on her tray. The physical proof made everyone exclaim in excitement. But Janelle herself felt excited about what she had just put in her mouth. The sub-par food that everyone detested, Janelle was getting a thrill about eating. "Mmm, wow!" she said, temporarily confusing the entire table. Ryan stood up. "In honor of this event, I submit that we all make the ultimate sacrifice and donate our meatloaves to Janelle's cause. It's the least we can do!" Almost immediately, meatloaf after meatloaf arrived on Janelle's plate. Janelle's heart started beating faster, her head swimming. As she blushed, her friends thought she was just embarrassed. In actuality, she was more bewildered and excited than she had ever been in her life. Ryan intended the whole thing to be a joke, but by the end of lunch, she had eaten all eight entres. It seemed like the more profoundly delicious food she had, the more she wanted. A short time after every meal, she'd feel the need to get another fix -- to taste such wonderful things and fill herself up again. But the snacks themselves became larger as well as more frequent. After finishing what she had, her mind's voice saying "I can't stop now, I need more, I'm not that full yet!" would nag at her until she succumbed. The next week, she arrived at first period and sat down. Her perpetual eating sessions had added to Janelle's size. Her tight, white pants made a slight stretching sound as she bended. Her ass had grown a bit. Her waist seemed to balloon slightly above her beltline, like the top of a muffin. Her tight top was even tighter, and it's slight tendency to ride up required that she constantly pull it down straight. Although such things might be a nuisance to some, it was her growing body that ended up thrilling Janelle the most. She put her bookbag down and, arching her back, used her hands to push back her long hair. Janelle's breasts had grown a bit, and her arching motion prominently displayed their new girth, which she could feel against her bra. Even with her back fully arched, she could feel her belly press lightly against her belt. Every time she shifted in her seat, her mildly bulging thighs and ass fighting to escape her pants made a noise like stretching fabric. Janelle yawned and proceeded to remove the books from her bag. Soon after, she retrieved her candy cache for the period and became lost in her snacking ritual. When she went to bed that evening, she took with her a full pint of rich ice cream. The pint was empty, and Janelle's cheeks and lips stained with chocolate, when she finally fell into a dream... Janelle was dancing to loud hip-hop music, amidst a sizeable group of people in the middle of a house party. Various partiers cheered her on as her assets bounced and shook with the music. In the loudness and relative darkness, a female classmate of Janelle's emerged from the crowd, carrying a huge, gallon-sized milkshake. The classmate had a mystical, knowing expression on her face, something she had always felt seeing her in class. Janelle accepted the milkshake excitedly, but was afraid to partake while everyone would watch her do something so ridiculous. Her fears were put to rest when the crowd shouted cheers of encouragement. "Down that drink! -- Make that ass bigger, baby! -- Drink it, grow! Drink it, grow!" She slowly raised the giant glass to her lips, closed her eyes, and let the thick ice cream flow into her. She suddenly saw herself in third-person. She watched as her tan upper arms began to plump up slowly, her sparse freckles spreading out a bit. Her breasts started to compete for space as they swelled out, creating what looked like tight spheres of cloth from what once was a bit wrinkled. Her belly and waist began to push out from over her belt. Her ass and legs swelled even more quickly than the rest of her. Her pants became tighter and tighter, stretching and stretching in an attempt to contain what were quickly becoming massive thighs. As she finished off her milkshake, the seam on one side of her pants finally gave way, and tan thigh-flesh poked out of the new opening. Everyone cheered, and she began to dance once again, her body now jiggling like crazy with her new thick girth. Her ass wildly swayed with every step of her feet, and her new, big breasts bounced heavily. She had the biggest smile between her slightly plumper cheeks, when Ryan suddenly emerged from the crowd of onlookers. "Janelle, you drank that whole thing!" he yelled. "What are you talking about? I only drank one, and look how big I am now.." she said seductively as she ran her hands up the exaggerated curves of her brand new hips. She immediately felt more sexy, more attractive, more confident. A surge of energy swept through her, and she felt something welling up. "I'm sooo..." She grew a bit, tearing the other side of her pants and causing her top to ride up. "... much ..." She grew even more, her breasts so big that her top tore slightly between them. Her arms plumped up and her tan belly puffed out even more. "... BIGGER!" She felt a surge of growth and realized she was now eye-level with the formerly-taller Ryan. Her torn top liberally showed off her heavy, prominent breasts, and completely left her expanded belly bare. Her pants struggled to maintain status against the onslaught of her heavy, mammoth thighs. The curve of her back to her giant butt was comically exaggerated. She reached out her puffed out arms and caressed her new frontal assets adoringly. "Bigger!" she cried, but nothing happened. "You need more of it to grow," said the girl who had given her the first milkshake. She was holding another. "Mmmm more milkshake, more and more," Janelle thought as she snatched it from the girl's hands. She downed the giant shake, music all around her, the feeling of expansion enveloping her. Her arms fattened, her breasts ballooned, her belly swelled, and her ass inflated behind her. She felt bigger and bigger, dwarfing everyone else at the party with how huge and fat her body was becoming. Her mind chanted "Bigger, fatter, more and more!" over and over again, before she woke up orgasming. Another week passed, and Janelle's real-life eating habits had taken an even more ravenous turn. Every time she ate and pushed herself to eat more and more, she imagined herself getting bigger. Sometimes she would suck her belly in and start to eat, slowly arching her back and puffing out her belly as she ate, trying to capture the thrill she felt in her dream. Every day her clothes became slightly tighter, and she had to struggle more and more to keep them on her slowly swelling body. On Thursday, Janelle arrived at first period, wearing a way-too-tight T-shirt that was stretched so much across her front that the jiggling of her breasts and belly were extremely evident. Every step of her feet made a heavy sound on the ground, and shot up a wave of forced that caused her thighs and butt to bounce and shake. She was truly becoming a big girl. She sat down in her usual spot, but was surprised to see that girl, the girl from her dream, sitting next to her. Usually the girl, a mildly-goth-looking type, sat far in the back. "Hi," she said to Janelle. "Hi," Janelle said. Normally her recent personality was very outgoing, but she felt shy around this girl. As she got out her snacks for the period, the girl said, "My name's Olivia. I got you some." Olivia took out several candy bars from her bag and set them on Janelle's desk. "I want to help," she remarked, looking at Janelle. Janelle was extremely confused, her mind racing. "I.. I don't think I need it," she said, staring at her desk. Olivia took out a mirror and started to touch herself up. "Trust me, I'll help you get to the point where we can really make things happen." Still unsure and disbelieving about what this girl could really know, Janelle said, "Help me get..?" "Bigger," Olivia interrupted, suddenly turning to look into Janelle's eyes. Janelle immediately heard the sound of fabric stretching all over herself. Her ample butt inflated under her, lifting her up. Her breasts swelled out against her T-shirt, eliminating the last of its wrinkles and replacing them with smooth, spherical curves. Her big thighs spread out past the sides of her chair, and as she shifted to get comfortable she could feel her belly slightly resting atop them. Janelle looked around with her eyes nervously, but there wasn't anyone yet nearby to notice the supernatural event that had just spontaneously fattened her. "But I can only work with what I have. In a few days, we can get you to where you're ready to fulfill your desire." Janelle just sat in silence, mouth slightly ajar, unsure of what to say. "Eat, silly!" said Olivia, and practically shoved one end of a candy bar into Janelle's mouth. Janelle nervously giggled and started eating her stash, still completely shocked about the fact that her fantasies were coming true, and soon she'd be able to grow as big as she wanted. The chocolate tasted better than ever. All day, Janelle couldn't get her encounter with Olivia off of her mind. As she headed to her car after school, she turned her cell phone on. There was a waiting voice message. "Hey Janelle, this is Olivia. Meet me behind the cafeteria after school." Janelle showed up to the meeting spot, and Olivia looked overjoyed. "I'm glad you decided to come! You're going to get so big and fat with my help," she said. Janelle smiled and blushed. "I hope so," Janelle said happily. "Follow me!" Olivia chirped. They walked over to the back door of the cafeteria's storage area. Olivia hovered her hand over the padlock on the door. "Watch this," she said. She closed her eyes and appeared to concentrate. Suddenly the lock simply popped open, and Olivia made a gleeful sound. They both entered the dark area and flipped on the lights. The room was full of row upon row of boxes of food. Janelle stared in wonder at the hundreds of packages of baked goods and candy. "Are you hungry?" Olivia asked, grinning. "Yes!" Janelle replied enthusiastically. "Do you want to grow? Do you want to get really, really big?" Olivia said. "Hell yes!" Janelle exclaimed. Olivia went to one of the boxes. "Mmm, I bet you like cheesecake!" Olivia said. Janelle nodded and smiled. Olivia removed the tray and handed it to Janelle. "Eat up! The faster you eat the sooner I can make you grow." Janelle nodded understandingly and grabbed one of the slices of cheesecake. She began to eat it voraciously, as if each piece was just a slice of pizza. She felt so excited after finishing it, and even more-so as Olivia approached her with a medium-sized frosted cake. "Happy birthday!" Olivia joked. She grabbed a piece of cake and stuffed as much as she could into Janelle's mouth. Frosting got all over her face. But at this point, Janelle wasn't smiling. She just wanted to eat everything. She took the cake piece and shoved it into her mouth, trying to get as much of the frosting on her face at the same time. "Go get more!" Janelle commanded, as she dove her hands into the cake and began eating like crazy. Olivia laughed and fetched a box of chocolate bars, and began unwrapping them while Janelle finished off her cake. Janelle just kept eating all the delicious things she could ever want, filling herself with more and more of what she craved. She ate cookies, brownies, cupcakes, muffins, pies, and donuts, each time demanding more and more food. Some unexplained force prevented her from feeling uncomfortably full. After a half an hour of eating as much as she could, as fast as she could, the girls heard a noise at the other end of the room, near the front entrance. "Damn!" Olivia whispered, "Someone's coming." They both ran out of the building giggling. Olivia walked Janelle to her car. "Alright, I want you to eat as much as you can this week. Way more than usual. Don't listen to what anybody says about it. This Saturday you'll make use of it." Janelle nodded and they parted ways. Throughout the next day, words of discouragement turned into words of encouragement for Janelle. Every time someone would remind her of how much she was eating, she would think, "I need to eat even more!" Every time someone would warn her that she would grow big and fat, she would think, "Yeah I know... I can't wait!" She ate twice as much as ever, downing extra helping after extra helping, drinking twice as many glasses of chocolate milk and soft drinks. Finally, on Saturday morning, Olivia gave Janelle a call. She invited Janelle over to her house and told her how to get there. Janelle arrived at Olivia's, and Olivia was already preparing things. Candles were lit all throughout the room, which was slightly dim due to the shut curtains. "Did you eat as much as you could"? asked Olivia." "So much, Olivia! I think I've already grown a little bit from all the delicious food I've eaten," Janelle replied. Olivia walked over to Janelle and hovered her hands over her chest. She closed her eyes, and Janelle felt a warmth spread through her body. Olivia brought out a giant box of cupcakes. "These will help instigate the growth. Eat these and to concentrate as hard as you can, and make yourself grow," Olivia commanded. Janelle shut her eyes and started stuffing the cupcakes into her mouth that Olivia handed to her. "Bigger, fatter, grow, grow," Janelle thought. She kept trying to imagine her growing, trying to repeat in her mind what she wanted to happen, tasting every delicious, frosted cupcake that she consumed. Suddenly she felt her belly press against her belt, which had been set to maximum length. She opened her eyes, and felt growth well up in her. Quickly at first, then dying down, every part of Janelle's body expanded. Her arms grew more plump, and filled the remaining slack in her T-shirt's sleeves. Her breasts inflated like balloons, drawing up the bottom of her shirt and exposing her tan, fattening belly. She could feel her ass swell and swell, filling stretching her shorts to their limit. Her calves and thighs plumped and thickened, gaining in size and weight. Everything felt like it was increasing in beauty and sexuality as it expanded. Janelle was lost in the moment and stopped eating. The expansion soon stopped. "You've gotta keep eating to keep it going, Janelle," Olivia said. Janelle snatched two more cupcakes from Olivia and stuffed her face. She couldn't stop eating, or she'd stop growing! "Bigger, better, fatter and fatter.." Janelle thought as she felt the growth welling up in her once more. "Bigger, bigger, BIGGER!" her mind screamed as she ate even faster. Cupcake after cupcake went into Janelle's mouth and disappeared, leaving traces of frosting all over her lips, chin and cheeks. She was now eating faster than she ever realized possible. And it started to have an effect. Janelle's breasts grew fatter and bigger, growing to take up the entire space of her shirt. Her belly continued to grow fat and round, snapping through her belt and inflating outward. Her plump upper arms tore through her too-small sleeves, and her thighs began to tear through the openings in her shorts. Olivia surveyed the fattening girl, and noticed Janelle growing in stature as well as plumpness. She was expanding in all directions, thick, round and chubby but not becoming flabby in the least. She was simply becoming a big, fat girl. Janelle finally finished all the cupcakes in the box. "Oh no, I'm out!" she cried. "Don't worry about it, now the food you've eaten these past couple of days will kick in," Olivia said calmly. "Just say aloud that you want to grow." "I want to grow, bigger and fatter!" said the already very big girl. Her giant butt and thighs fattened and plumped even more, turning her shorts into nothing more than a tattered thong. "More... fatter..." Her breasts ballooned outward even more, becoming the size of basketballs and beyond, turning her former T-shirt into a poorly-designed sports bra. "Bigger and bigger..." Her arms fattened and swelled, her cheeks became more cherubic, her belly became rounder and bigger, and her tan legs grew unimaginably giant and heavy. "And BIGGER and FATTER!!" she screamed in ecstasy. Janelle shot up and out with a burst of uninhibited growth. Her breasts were huge, bigger than any girl's she had ever seen. Her thighs and but were so massive that the slightest shift in weight caused them to jiggle and quake. Her hips and belly were huge, making her have an extremely round silhouette. Her plump arms could no longer hang down straight, and continued to increase in angle. Her ass and thighs forced her legs to spread out. Her inflated shoulders and breasts pumped up and inhibited what she could see. All she knew was that she felt so large, so fat, and so big that she never wanted to stop. Janelle's head it the ceiling, and the growth stopped. The sudden distraction caused her already giant and awkward frame to lose balance, and she fell to the carpet with a resounding crash. Her massive breasts, now much larger than her own head, shook violently in protest. Her thighs quaked for a moment and finally settled. With some help from Olivia, she finally managed to get up, despite the cumbersome size of her new, inflated arms. "I'm so big Olivia, I'm bigger than everyone, it feels sooo good!" Janelle said dreamily. "Yes you are Janelle! And now I'm going to enchant myself to become just as big as the person I'm with. I've wanted to become so big for so long, but the spells required to do so are curses, so I'm unable to use them on myself," Olivia explained. Janelle wasn't really listening. She was busy feeling her big belly, pressing her monumental, tan breasts together, tracing the contours of her hips, and thinking about her next meal to notice anything but herself.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, clothes ripping, succubus, witch Text: Alba hated her new cubicle. She hated, hated, hated it. Her new chair was as strong as wet cardboard and as irritating as an infant, always whining and repenting like salvation was more than a pipe dream. He was barely strong enough to hold her up. Her desk, which she couldn't adjust, was too high and would catch on fire from time to time. Because no one considered the logic of installing wooden desks on the floor closest to the sea of magma. And then there was the noise. The noise! The constant, unending cries of the damned that, for some inexplicable reason, were heard on her floor and her floor only. That was the rotten cherry on top of her shit cake of a 'promotion' from IT to Sales and Services. Her only cubicle decoration was a second-hand poster of a baby banshee holding onto a stalactite that said, "It's Hell, Get Used To It." A classic, really. There were some benefits, though. Being the only white skinned succubus on her floor caught the attention of a lot of demons seeking something more 'exotic', even if her lack of wings was a turn-off. The pay was a good leg up above IT wages, enough for her to buy better skin lotion and more clothes. She was starting to get tired of wearing the same outfit all the time; tight red dress shirt, black pencil skirt and fishnet stockings, black angular blazer, and black stiletto heels. Even though it accentuated her frame, which was voluptuous even for a succubus, the lack of choice bugged her. Besides, her hair was the same color as her shirt. And that just won't do. "Please, Lord," her chair moaned, "forgive me for I have- " Alba rolled her eyes and ground her stiletto heel on his hand, "Shut up!" She said over his cries of pain, "God ain't gonna hear you from here." Irritating. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if something would actually happen. "I've worked in this seventh level for a damn month and the phone's only rang-" Suddenly, her thought was interrupted by a miracle. The phone was actually ringing! Alba yanked the phone to her ear, "Lucifer's Dark Desires, how may I help you?" "Our father," the speaker stammered, "who, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy-" Alba slammed the phone on the reciever and sighed, "Another fucking pastor." She checked the time on her wristwatch, disappointed that it was only 3:42. "You got a god call, too?" Leta, her cube mate, asked. Alba poked her head around the wall, "Yeah, another one. Is it always like this?" "Nah, it's just because it's Lent. Trust me, the day after Easter is a clusterfuck like you wouldn't believe." Leta took out a file and worked on her nails, kicking her feet up on her desk. "Let's hope so. This fucking sucks- " Again, she was interrupted. However, it was the phone ringing yet again. Today was really looking up for her, after all! Alba ripped the phone from the receiver, "Oh please let this be real- Lucifer's Dark Desires, how may I serve you?" "Uh, hello? Um, my name is Sylvia Berkowics. I, uh-" "Hi Sylvia! My name is Alba. What services do you require?" "I uh, I need help with writing." Alba deflated, "Ma'am, we're more focused towards sexual pleasures than literature. I think you ought to-" "No no, wait! I, I need help writing inflation porn. Like, I don't know how to describe this scene and I need to see for myself-" "I'll tell you what. I'm not exactly busy right now, so," Alba paused, "I'll be there in a couple of minutes." "Really? Oh, thank you thank-" Alba hung up. "A fucking writer. Why can't it be a masochist or business executive?" Alba got up and headed toward the changing room on the other side of the floor. She pushed the door open and turned on the lights, glad that no one else was inside. Even a succubus needs her privacy. Alba opened her locker and put her uniform on the bench before slipping off her heels. She unrolled her stockings and tossed them in the locker, followed by her leather belt and blazer. She unbuttoned her red shirt and tossed the crumpled clothing in as well. Her pencil skirt topped the pile. Her black lace underwear received special treatment and was hung on hooks. Alba took a moment to enjoy this brief moment of total nudity in the middle of the day before donning her outfit. Not like her outfit was that much of a leap from nudity. It was little more than latex underwear, thinner than paper and slightly wider than spaghetti. Her thong left nothing hidden, and the cups of her bra offered emotional support primarily for her nipples. She slipped on her stiletto heels and checked her outfit in the mirror next to the door, fixing anything that looked off or loose. The little horns that poked out of her hair was the crowning piece, driving home who she was more than the rest of her outfit. Proud of outdoing herself, she sauntered to the transporter room. The transporter was on the far wall of the small room. It looked like an upright stone sarcophagus, eight feet tall and three feet wide. The inside of the transporter was pitch black, regardless of how bright the room was. Alba walked up to the transporter, "So, how does this thing work again? Do I just..." Alba wandered inside the sarcophagus and was immediately enveloped in darkness. "Huh. That's how." The darkness dissipated like smoke as Alba found herself, to her surprise, in an unfurnished concrete basement. "Alright Sylvia, let's get to work." "Holy shit, it actually worked!" "What?" Alba turned around to see some chick in a black cloak kneeling on the ground behind her. "Oh, don't tell me..." She looked down at her feet to see, just as she feared, a pentagram drawn on the floor. "You're not Sylvia, are you?" The cloaked woman stood up, "Sylvia? Who's that?" Alba crossed her arms, "The person I was supposed to see. But, apparently someone hijacked the signal." The woman took off her hood, "Hijacked the signal? I summoned you!" The woman's black hair was long, as if she were still wearing a hood. "And since I summoned you, you have to obey me." Alba laughed, "Oh really?" With the flick of a finger, the woman was suddenly lifted off the ground. "I have to obey you?" "Y-yeah, that's w-what the rules say." She sputtered. Alba flicked her finger again, "Yeah, I don't think so." The woman was suddenly thrown to the ceiling back first. "Uh, a-as your m-master I command you t-to stop." Alba dropped her hand, but the woman stayed glued to the ceiling. "How adorable." Alba gently lifted off the ground and floated up to the woman, laying back as if she were on a sofa. "What's your name, honey?" "Hilda! My name's Hilda!" "And how did a dumb broad like you conjure up the expertise to create a functioning pentagram?" "I'm a witch, okay?" "Thanks, hun. I'm Alba, by the way. Nice to meet you." Alba snapped her fingers and caught the cell phone that materialized above her hand. She quickly dialed a phone number and put the phone on speaker. "Hey, Leta. How are things going?" "Slower than ever." The phone said. "Hey, I get you're new to this, but you know you're not supposed to call while with a client, right?" "Yeah, about that," Alba glared at Hilda, stuck to the ceiling, " I'm not with my client right now. Someone managed to hijack the signal and I got sent some bitch's basement." "Oh really?" The phone laughed. "Yeah. Tell me, do you have any information on a witch by the name of Hilda?" Hilda went wide eyed, "What are you doing?" "Ssh! the adults are talking, sweetie." "Lemme see here..." The phone muttered. "Got it. Caucasian, black hair, purple eyes?" Alba scanned Hilda's face, "That's the one." "Says here that she's in her early twenties, and been a witch for around four years come November. Brews potions, but -you're going to love this- she has almost no magical ability." "Good, good. Do you, by any chance, have access to any personal information?" Hilda gulped. "Is it too late to renegotiate this? "Oh boy. Go easy on the broad, okay?" "No promises." "Well, okay. What do you want? I have fears, repressed memories, secrets, and fetishes." "I don't know, it all sounds so delightful," Alba sang, "Maybe I'll go for irony. What does Hilda like to do?" "Says here that she spends a lot of her time terrorizing the populace. Turning people into animals, love potions, mostly temporary transformation stuff. Pranks, really." "Any of that connected to her fetishes?" Hilda wildly shook her head. "Oh no, no no no no no no!" "Oh, you better believe it is." Hilda grimaced, "Oh no." "This is going to be fun." "I envy you, believe me. Her fetishes are..." Hilda face blushed red as a tomato. "Wow, they are certainly something." The phone chortled, "Inflation, animal transformation, a touch of sadism to boot, -aw gross!- wedgies!" "What?" Hilda yelled, "I do not have a wedgie fetish!" "Surprise, you do now!" Alba snapped, seriously considering a quick field test on Hilda's undergarments. The phone continued, "She's got bondage, too. And anthropomorphic animals." "So, what she's a furry?" Hilda's face turned red. "I am not a furry!" "Not technically." "The phone interrupted. "Not all furries are into the pornographic part, it's more of a stylistic preference in art than purely sexual. Ask her if she's into yiffing." "I am not into yiffing!" "Well, if you're not a furry how come you know what it is? Checkmate, bitch!" The phone sighed, "Look, I gotta get back to work or I'll get fired. Take it easy, okay?" "Yeah, sure. See you later." Alba hung up and the phone evaporated in her hand. "That's quite a list, eh Hilda?" She gently lowered Hilda from the ceiling, rotating her frozen body upright. "Hey, Alba, come on! Can't we work out something, a partnership or-" "Shut up! I'm not in the mood for this, okay? Okay." Alba took a deep breath and recomposed herself, "I just love how this comes full circle. You know, before my transit was so rudely hijacked I was on my way to an inflation fetishist." Hilda gulped. "And as it turns out, you're also one of those freaks. My luck!" "Um, before you-" "Oh, there's no 'before' anything. If I'm going to have to deal with you weirdos as much as I think, I better get some practice in. I mean, I am pretty rusty with my alteration magic." Alba sank to the floor and gracefully landed on her feet. "Wait! Just hear me out-" Alba laughed and snapped her fingers, Hilda plummeted to the floor like a rock, landing ass first on the cement floor. "Practice makes perfect, don't you agree?" Alba laughed again, trying really hard to sound menacing this time. A red aura -an effect whose only purpose was to make magic look cooler- manifested around her hand as she dramatically pointed her palm at Hilda. The red orb flew off her hand and smacked into the witch's stomach, exploding on impact like a balloon. "Ow! What the fuck?" Hilda dragged herself to her feet and wrapped her arms around where she had been hit. She grumbled, "What did you do?" "I just turned your body into a conduit for magic! Unless you figure out a way to release it, it's going to build up until you explode!" Alba said through a Cheshire grin. "Good luck!" "What?! Oh, God really?" Hilda looked at her stomach and back at the succubus. "Nope! You're just going to fill up with air for as long as I want. Although, " She mumbled, "I bet there actually is a way to turn you into a conduit!" "What?!" "Exciting, right?" Hilda doubled over and groaned, "Why does my stomach feel so tight?" "Really? Do you really need an answer?" Hilda's blood ran cold. Her stomach began pushing her arms back. "Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Alba snapped her fingers and a nail file materialized in her hand. "Quit whining. It gets faster, so enjoy it while it lasts." She sat in the air as if she were in a chair. "What do mean it gets-" Suddenly, Hilda's whole body exploded outwards, rapidly filling with air. "Fuck! My cloak!" Her swelling belly and breasts, already larger than a pregnancy, pushed against her poor cloak. It tightened around her body like shrink-wrapping, stitches faltering and snapping. "This thing was so expensive!" She moaned. Her butt, puffing up like a pair of beach balls, poked out from underneath her cloak. Her black panties wedged themselves deep inside her backside. "Oh, why is it so tight?!" Hilda whined, pulling desperately at her cloak. Her huge body quickly began to round out into a more balloon-like shape. "My ass!" Hilda clawed at her behind, trying desperately to undo the wedgie that lay farther outside her reach with every attempt. As her butt assimilated into her body, the waistline of her panties slipped lower and lower, only being held on by her devastating wedgie. Her cloak clung on until her back filled out as much as her front, and slipped upward to her still enormous breasts. Her arms and legs simply vanished into her body. Alba looked up from her nails and nodded in approval. "I'm surprised you're still clothed." The file vanished from her hand. "It should be stopping right about now." Hilda's body suddenly ceased growing. She was speechless. Her once beautifully sculpted figure was gone. Her double D breasts- gone. her curvaceous butt that she brewed so many potions to make permanent- gone! Her flat, toned stomach- more than gone! She was a god damned bubble, now! She couldn't walk, pick anything up, or even look around. She could barely breath, let alone talk, had no idea how she was going to eat, or -now that she came to think of it- even go to the bathroom. Her body creaked and groaned with every breath she took, and it was so tight! So unbelievably tight! So incredibly, ridiculously, insanely tight every inch of her body! She felt like she was on the rack while being force fed a Thanksgiving dinner on a bed of nails, for fuck's sake! Alba casually leaned on the side of the witch's body, causing a mass of terrifying creaks. "See? Told you it was fast." "Fu- Fuck... You." "What was that? I can barely hear you. Maybe you should speak up a bit more." Alba ran her dagger-like fingernails down Hilda's body, stopping at the strained waistline of her panties. It was a miracle that it was still on, even as it dug into her flesh by several inches. "Let me help you out a bit. A favor between you- " She tugged at the waist with her fingernail, " -and me." Her fingernail sliced through the fabric and Hilda's panties snapped off. Her body jumped outwards like a gunshot. Hilda shrieked, but was relieved to find that she was still in one piece. The underwear, however, still remained wedged in her behind. She did feel better, though. "Now that I think about it, even the wedgie isn't so- No! I am not going to finish that sentence!" Hilda thought. She still couldn't deny that odd feeling that she was so familiar with. "I'd love to stay around and watch you get yourself out of this, but I've got to get back to the office. Have fun!" Before Hilda could protest, Alba kicked Hilda like a soccer ball, sending her careening around the room. By the time Hilda's world stopped spinning around, she realized two things; Alba was gone, and she was left staring at a three day old coffee stain on the floor. Hilda sighed, causing her body to creak. "I wish she just popped me." She thought. "At least then I wouldn't be stuck like this. What's going to happen now? I can't move, I can barely talk, I can't eat or drink, I'll starve to death!" Hilda drummed her fingers on the surface of her skin. "I'm going to get back at her for this." Still immobile, Hilda spent the next few hours plotting all her revenge schemes that she would never be able to do. Still, though, the thought was nice. Imagining that succubus in a cauldron of boiling Holy Water, surrounded by crucifixes, slowly nursed Hilda to an uncomfortable, restless, downright terrible sleep. "Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!" Hilda woke up with a start, irritated that her wonderful dream of torturing Alba was interrupted by- "Wait, " She thought, "I know that voice!" Her world suddenly got shaken as she felt her body being rolled upright, and the blood pooled in her head drained to the rest of her enormous body. Her view slowly came to rest on the succubus herself, dressed in some sort of business attire. "Good morning sleepyhead!" Alba chirped. "What... Do you... Want?" "Me? I didn't come here because I wanted anything from you. I came here to have a quick chat, you know? See how life's going for you now that you're a balloon, and discuss oh I don't know, how you got me fired!" Alba kicked Hilda hard in the stomach, sending her flying across the room. "Fuck- king... Bitch!" Hilda yelled, closing her eyes to avoid getting sick. After smacking into the wall and bouncing back, Alba calmly caught Hilda and put her down. "I'm not too happy about that." "Wha-" "Ah, ah ah! Before you say 'What do you want me to do about it' over the course of a week, there's nothing you can do about it. This stuff is final in Hell. You screw up once, you get blacklisted. You get blacklisted, you're fucked." "Sor-" "Sorry to hear that, yeah yeah. Well, since I'm not welcome in Hell anymore because of you and I don't feel like house hunting in the Underworld or Tartarus..." "I don't like where this is going." Hilda thought. "Guess who has a new roommate!" "Fuck... No." "Come on, roomy! It'll be fun! We can have threesomes together, you can sleep on the couch, we can screw with the mortals, it'll be great! Besides," Alba leaned on Hilda, "You don't have much of a choice." Hilda thought it over, "At least... Defla-" Alba scoffed, "Deflate you? It wears off after twenty four hours anyway. You'll be fine! You know what? I'll get unpacking." Alba snapped her fingers, and a pile of five suitcases materialized behind her. "I'm going to regret this." Hilda thought. "I just know it."

Tags: Breast Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Clean Popping Text: Tia ate all of the balloons she had left over. Meanwhile, Carrie had deflated some and her head now stuck out from her body. "I don't think that's a good idea." She said. "You seemed to like it. I want to try." Tia replied. She looked down at her breasts. They were still normal. "C'mon!" she started bouncing them up and down with her hands. "Why isn't this working?" Carrie noticed that a balloon laid on the floor by Tia. "You missed one by your feet." She said. Tia picked the pink balloon up. "I ate as many as you did." She said. "I counted to make sure." "Maybe you dropped one." She said. "Wait! Didn't we pop some balloons too?" "Yeah, you're right. I hope popping one will make it work." Tia blew air into the balloon. Carrie felt the tingle in her body again. "Hey, I'm getting bigger!" She called out to Tia. The balloon looked like it was ready to pop. I'll just pop this before I see what Carrie wants. Tia thought. Her chest heaved out again and she blew more air into the large balloon, but this time, her chest bulged outward with the inflation of the balloon. Carrie's head was pulled back into her body. "Will you quit it before I pop?!" she said in a muffled voice. Tia paid no attention. The balloon towered over her, and her breasts now stuck out to the balloon's size. She didn't even notice her breasts were inflating. With each breath, both Carrie and Tia were ballooning. Then the balloon was touching the ceiling of their apartment, and so was Carrie. Tia's breasts were wedged between the floor and the balloon. BANG The balloon exploded in shards of rubber. "Well I- What the-" Tia started but was then interupeted by two more BANGs. When they opened their eyes, their apartment was full of gigantic, colorful balloons. They each were laying one two. "Well that was a trip!" Carrie said feeling her body. "I guess we popped." Tia giggled squeezing one of the balloons she laid on. Then Carrie hiccuped. A red balloon started inflating from her mouth. Tia gasped and then a blue one started from her mouth. As they breathed, the balloons inflated, and so did their breasts [again]. As their breasts quickly expanded along with the balloons, the balloons they laid on untied themselves, and stuck their mouths up their butt. Now their breasts were expanding twice as fast! Their breasts combined both ballooned up to fill the apartment. Then the balloons popped and their breasts did too. And then they realized that the room was full of balloons again. Carrie hiccuped again and another balloon came from her mouth. "Oh no!" Tia screamed. They knew that the inflating wouldn't quit until they popped all the balloons they ate.

Tags: Breast Inflation, Female Inflation, breast inflation, floating, helium, magic, wish Text: "HEY!" I froze midway into the first bite of my BLT, startled by the shout and the hand that slapped the counter next to me. A cold dread pushed down as I finished the bite, raised my head, and looked to my side. I lowered my sandwich back down to the plate as a hush fell over the lunchtime crowd. "It's YOU, isn't it??" "Whuf?" I tried to feign innocence with a full mouth and an open hand gesture as I looked the woman directly in the eye. "YOU did this to me!" The redhead pulled her longcoat off of her shoulders with a jerking motion and pointed at her enormous bosom. Like a pair of big helium balloons, her boobs bouyantly jostled below her chin beneath a hugely oversized white t-shirt. "LOOK at me! I'm a FREAK!" My gaze reluctantly lowered down to the ballooning bosom bouncing before me as I chewed once and swallowed. The bacon and the dry, toasted bread scratched as it went down. Slowly, I looked back up into her eyes and my mouth suddenly went dry. "I can't even WALK normally, anymore!" She stepped back a pace, lifted a leg, and brought her foot up to rest on the empty stool next to me. She hopped awkwardly on her other foot as her inflated chest shifted to the side and pulled her off balance for a moment. With great effort, she reached around her ballooned breasts as they pushed upward and to the side past her arms and clumsily grabbed for her pant leg. She pulled the fabric back to reveal an ankle. Fastened around it was a big lead exercize weight. "I spent TWO DAYS floating up there before they rescued me!" She glared back at me with a furrowed brow as she pointed skyward. "What? No! I don't know what you're talking about!" I stood, putting a stool between myself and the angry woman and backed away with hands raised as if I was being robbed. She dropped her leg back down, waving her arms a bit as she found her balance again. "You're right!" Behind her, another woman spoke loudly to the room and quickly stood up from her chair at the end of a booth. "WOAH!" Her feet left the floor as she began rising. The man she was with reflexively grabbed her belt and pulled her back down. Her chest, too, was inflated to a cartoonish size and it bounced and strained in her tent-like blouse that she had somehow managed to tuck into her jeans. Both of them now glared at me, too. "It is him! I saw him on the news!" A woman at another booth pointed at me as she shouted. This one had a normal sized bust. Her two friends, however, had been affected and I have no idea how they had fit themselves into the back of the booth. One of them brought a smart phone up over and around her inflated bust and tapped on the screen. Her eyes went wide and she showed it first to the other balloon boobed woman at the booth and then to the normal sized one. They all gasped in unison and then glared at me. It's funny how it all had worked itself out. Some were affected and some weren't. I have absolutely no idea why. Behind me, I heard chairs moving as people stood. I looked over my shoulder to see a couple big men in construction helmets moving my way. An agitated murmur began to rise and, sensing that my well being was in jeopardy, I turned back toward the woman who had acosted me at the counter and reached into my pocket to retrieve my wallet. She was still glaring at me, too angry to speak. Without looking down, I pulled out a couple bills and flung them at the counter as I meekly turned to look at the small busted waitress who had been serving me. She was on the edge of tears and she looked down at the front of her uniform blouse and then back up at me. Silently, she mouthed the word "why?" Honestly, I felt bad about her. She had always been nice to me and I could tell that being left out had upset her greatly. After today, I doubt that I'd ever see her again. So, I gave her a half-hearted shrug and began turning as I stepped toward the door. Everybody in the diner seemed to be up and converging on me now. Reaching the door a few paces before anyone else, I exited and walked briskly across the parking lot. Again, I looked over my shoulder to see people were following me out so I broke into a run and headed for the sidewalk and then out into traffic on the busy thoroughfare. After a few close calls and some angry drivers sounding their horns at me, I was on the other side of the street and in a full run. Ducking into an alley, I looked back to see that I had left my pursuers on the other side of the street. Still, I ran on, making a few random turns here and there in case I was still being followed. I didn't hear any sirens, so at least the cops weren't after me this time. Still, it's probably best that I pack up and move to another city, again. "Why?" Yeah, that's a good question, alright. Look, I didn't ask for this... well... I mean... okay, I did but not like this. It was just an innocent request. I mean, if you had three wishes, wouldn't you have a little bit fun? I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt; my wording was fool-proof. I'm telling you, genies are assholes. Be careful what you wish for.

Tags: Belly Inflation, Breast Inflation, Butt Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Hourglass Inflation, Other Inflation, Female Inflation, Clean Popping, balloon fight, multiple, water Text: The sun was high on this summer day in South Jersey and Katie was busy lounging in her back yard by her pool, as she was seen on every other day. She had sported a tiny, baby blue bikini top and matching bottom as she soaked in the sun, waiting for her friends to get there. Katie could be described as pretty, standing at 5'7 with B cup breasts and an ample bottom with a flat, athletic stomach. Her straight brunette hair hung down to her shoulders with her big sunglasses blocking her particularly beautiful blue eyes. Katie had just gotten fully settled in when she received a text from her friend Kelsey saying that they were out front and with a smile, she hopped up and walked to the side gate. "Hey guys! Come on out back!" Katie said gesturing for her friends to come in. First to walk back was Kelsey, a short blonde girl with B cups and a similar, yet seemingly shrunken build than Katie. She smiled and immediately ran over to the poolside dipping her feet in. Her black bikini didn't stand out too much, though that was to be expected with Kelsey. Following her was Jess, a black haired bombshell with D cup breasts and a well rounded ass. Though she had a minor potbelly, that didn't take away from her sheer sexiness. Even her bikini added on to her already wonderful build, sporting a bombshell Victoria's Secret push-up leopard top, with black thong-like bottoms. "Hey babe!" She said, kissing her on the cheek and rushing to grab an open chair to work on her already bronze skin. "Hey girlies!" Another familiar, unmistakably squeaky voice arose from beyond the gate. Katie turned and by instinct, looked down only to get an eyeful of stunning, DD breasts, showing major cleavage from an entirely too small red bikini. "Oh wow, hey Sammy! Couldn't keep the girls contained just once?" Katie asked with a laugh. Sammy returned a sly grin, "Come on Katie you know you gotta flaunt what you got," she said, making a grab at Katie's breasts. Katie recoiled and smacked Sammy's, though not ultimately impressive, still nice ass as she walked by, holding the gate for the last girl. Alicia, the chubbiest of those in the group, stood around 5'3 with a shapely ass, thick thighs, a bit of a gut, and matching D cup breasts. Her hair was a dark brown, curly down to just above her shoulders. "Hey Alicia!" Katie said, embracing the girl. "Hey Katie! Let's get this party started right!?" Alicia said smiling in her dark blue, sexy one piece. After several hours just floating about in the pool, Kelsey decided it was about time to make this get together a little more exciting. "Ok this is getting really boring. Katie, do you have any like... water balloons or something? I feel lazy just sitting around." Katie lifted up her over sized sunglasses and said, "Yeah of course they are under the sink." Sammy suddenly shot out of her float, "You guys start filling those babies up! I'm gonna go get something from my car really fast!" And with that, Sammy ran out of the back gate towards her car. All of the other girls dried off slightly as Katie entered her house and pulled out a bag of multicolored balloons. Emerging from her house, she saw the other girls giddily pulling out the hose from the side of the house. Each darted towards Katie, nearly knocking her over and taking a handful of balloons from the bag. They filled each to at least a handful a piece and tied them off. The large bucket quickly was completely filled with water balloons by the time Sammy came back in through the gate carrying what appeared to be an energy shot. "What is that stuff supposed to be?" Jess said, taking the clear 5 oz bottle away from Sammy. "Yeah it just looks like water to me," Alicia peeped up. Sammy bolted forward and snatched the bottle back. "Oh this isn't just any kind of water, it's got a special chemical inside it, specifically designed to... well make things interesting in this little game," Sammy said with a little devious smirk on her face, "Now before we start one of us has to drink this stuff, how about it girls? Rock, paper, scissors?" Sammy held up the bottle for all to see and each girl nodded in agreement and curiosity. The girls arranged themselves in a circle and chanted "Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!" The first round resulted with Katie, Alicia and Sammy playing paper while both Kelsey and Jess played rock. Kelsey and Jess turned to face each other, only to result in Kelsey playing scissors and Jess playing rock. "Damn it! I wanted to watch first... what does this stuff do anyway?" Kelsey said picking up the bottle and taking the cap off. "Oh you will see any second, just drink it!" Sammy said impatiently. "Alright... here goes nothing." Kelsey said, putting the bottle up to her puckered lips and taking the shot. "Tastes like... water... well that's boring! Couldn't even give it a fla..." Kelsey began before her eyes bolted down and her hands shot to her stomach which began to make a sloshing sound. "What's that noise?" Alicia said coming close to Kelsey's tight belly. "Yeah there wasn't that much in there but... guys I feel funny." Kelsey said with a hint of worry in her voice. She looked down at her arms, which took on a glossier look. She grabbed a piece of skin and pulled and was shocked as it pulled at least 3 inches away from her body. Just as she was about to say something her belly surged forward, causing her to stumble slightly and hit Alicia in the face with her suddenly huge belly. "Oh my God!" shouted Katie as Kelsey's belly surged past the size of a woman 9 months pregnant, her belly sloshing and gurgling as it bellowed forward with incredible speed. "Sammy what the hell did you do to me!?" Kelsey said pushing on her belly, only causing the water inside her to displace to her breasts and ass. The more she pushed, the bigger her breasts got, quickly surging out to M cups and her ass quickly surpassing Serena Williams size. Her hips and thighs quickly surged outwards, resembling tree trunks coming out of two overstuffed beanbag chairs. Sammy stepped forward and picked Alicia up before jiggling Kelsey's continuously swelling belly, "I told you this is gonna make the game a lot more interesting! You're gonna be one of the water balloons and whoever gets hit by you becomes the next one!" she said with a little too much excitement in her voice. "Are you insane?!" Kelsey screamed as her bathing suit merged into her breasts and ass which also merged into the sphere that was now her body, "I don't want to be a bal-umph!" She said as her lips and cheeks plumped up, her hands and feet merging into her balloon body, as did her head. "Wow..." Alicia said with her jaw dropped, a very common look among the girls now. Kelsey's eyes bolted towards each of the girls as her body began to shrink down until she was the same size as the other balloons in the barrel. Sammy stepped forward and picked up the Kelsey balloon and placed her into the bucket, ignoring the tiny squeaks of protest coming from her little mouth. "Told you it would make things interesting! Whoever gets hit by Kelsey will become a balloon just like her and the last one of us standing obviously is the winner." Each of the girls glanced around to each other, "I don't know Sammy..." Alicia said timidly. "Oh, don't be such a baby!" Sammy said picking up a balloon and tossing it at Alicia, causing it to explode on contact, drenching her with water. Alicia squealed and braced herself for expansion before realizing that it must not have been Kelsey. "You bitch it's on!" she said grabbing a balloon and hurling it at Sammy. Each of the girls grabbed balloons and began running around the yard, giggling and surprisingly having fun, even with the threat of becoming human water balloons looming over their heads. Jess leapt over a chair and pegged Sammy right in the ass. "Ow! You little bitch!" Sammy said playfully, tossing a tan and black colored balloon right towards Jess. The Kelsey balloon let out a tiny, high pitched squeak as she made contact with Jess's large breasts before erupting into a strangely large amount of latex shards raining around the girls. Jess immediately got covered in an absurd amount of liquid and felt the effects immediately. "Oh shit..." she said before her D cup breasts surged forward to G cups in a matter of seconds. "Oh by the way... the transformation isn't the same for everyone..." Sammy said watching Jess stumble around, cupping her growing breasts in her petite hands as they push her fingers apart. "Wow guys this... oh god... this feels really good." Jess said, playing with her nipples while she could still reach around her growing breasts. With another surge, her body lurched forward and propelled her to the ground. Jess let out a slight eek as her breasts hit the concrete, but instead of popping, her breasts shrank instantly and all the water rushed to her ass, snapping off her bottoms as the two orbs began to grow. "What... the hell is... oh god yeah I don't care, someone flip me back over! I like the boobs more!" Jess said, unable to get up. The three remaining girls flipped her over and again the water rushed back to her breasts, already enough to keep her on the ground. Then, her stomach, legs, ass and arms seemed to begin to deflate, getting sucked into her enormous breasts. Letting out several moans, Jess's head sank into her cleavage and vanished with the rest of her body, into her breasts. Her tits seemed to almost morph together, maintaining the shape and definition of the cleavage, but becoming one balloon as that too shrank down. Sammy rushed forward again and placed her in the bucket. "Fair is fair right?" Again, the game commenced, each girl now excited to be the cause of the other to blow up. Each one looking to cause Jess to explode and hopefully finish her pleasurable ride. Alicia was the most defensive out of the girls, hiding behind chairs and pool toys to avoid being blown up. "Bring it on girls!" Alicia said. Katie and Sammy just looked at each and other smiled with understanding. "Let's flank her, Sammy said, clearly holding up the small breasts that were Jess in her palm. Katie smiled; charging to the right of the chair Alicia was hiding behind and nailing her with a balloon, causing Alicia to retaliate throwing one herself. This gave Sammy the perfect opportunity to rush forward and toss the breasts at Alicia. The girls could've sworn they heard an orgasm as Jess exploded into tiny pieces, drenching Alicia as her face dropped. "Figures right, just go ahead and make the chubby one even bigger!" Alicia complained as she felt a tingling throughout her body. She was even different than the others, her body seeming to get puffier all around, but focusing mostly on the belly. She began to shrink immediately as her minorly swelling body sank into her center, making that round out as she got smaller. "This is so cool!" Alicia said, her voice changing in pitch as she got smaller and smaller. Before they knew it, Alicia was nothing more than a tiny belly balloon, with a small belly button in the center. "Looks like it's just me and you now" Katie said deviously to Sammy. "Not for long!" Sammy said lunging at Alicia. Katie pounced on top of her as the wrestling match for the balloon commenced. Each of the girls tumbled around on the group, fighting for control as their bathing suits got snapped off in the confusion. Katie eventually got the upperhand and tried to force the balloon from Sammy's grip. "Give it to me!" Katie said. "Not in your life!" Sammy strainfully said before the balloon burst in her grip, drenching Sammy in the water. "Damn... Looks like you win Katie; be gentle" Sammy said with a wink as her DD breasts swelled out. Katie decided to stay on top of her for the ride, her breasts quickly pressed up against hers, forcing Katie into the air as Sammy's belly attempted to catch up. Quickly progressing to 3 feet, her breasts and belly sloshed as Katie wiggled around, listening to Sammy's moans of approval. Her ass began to force Sammy into an upright position as it too joined in on the growth. Katie wiggled forward and sank into her expanding cleavage and placed a gentle kiss on Sammy's lips, "It's been fun," Katie said, feeling her friend begin to round out and shrink down. "Do whatever you want with me," Sammy said before her lips puffed up and her body began to sink in on itself until there was nothing but a voluptuous balloon left under Katie's flat stomach. She stood up, picking up the Sammy balloon and tossing it back and forth to herself. "What the hell am I gonna do now... All my friends are little shards of latex on the ground and I've got the house to myself... Well if you can't beat 'em join 'em!" Katie said, lifting Sammy over her head and squeezing the balloon to the point of bursting, raining down the strange liquid and shards of her best friend down on her. Katie looked down and noticed her B cups slowly swelling out to C's and soon after D's. "Thank god, I've been dying for some nice curves" she said, cupping her breasts and shaking them in her hands, the liquid sloshing back and forth. Her ass and thighs began to bulge outward, giving Katie an hourglass figure to die for before her claves swelled and even her feet gave a nice little bulge. Katie noticed that with every inch she grew out, she also grew up. Soon standing at 7 ft. tall, Katie's body now puffed out in every direction. Faster and faster she grew, soon passing 8ft... 9... 10... Her body rounding out and tensing up. "Oh god yes, faster, bigger, man Jess was right this feels amazing! Bigger... bigger!!! BIGGER!!!" Katie said as she reached her limits and exploded all over the lawn, flesh colored bits raining from the sky, drenching her surrounding houses, and overflowing her pool.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Clean Popping, plump, water Text: Two men, one the Project Manager for a design company, the other a Construction Manager for a contract company are having a short touch up meeting to discuss the completion of the theme park Water World's latest water slide. "K well all the pieces of pipe, bar one have been installed". The last piece is going to bridge the 6m gap to the pool where the slide ends up". "Alright sounds good, any problems or difficulties I should know about"? "Nah should be alright, the schedule says we have till 6pm tonight to finish up here, and all there is to do is to install the final piece like I said and then function test the pumps and indeed the whole slide before we can open it tomorrow morning". "Okie dokie, right well all I need to do is sign offffff.... Hang on a sec, that last piece looks different". "Yeah unfortunately our procurement officer forgot to order the final piece of tube, so I had to personally order it myself". "The bad news is that given such short notice, the only pipe I could find was a narrower piece from another supplier, hence if you look closely, you can see we had to install a reducer pipe such that the last piece can be connected". "How much smaller"? "Well the standard pipe is 31.5 inches, and the final diameter of the tapering piece is 26 inches". "Sounds a bit tight don't you think"? "Not really when you consider this ride is meant for kids, plus the owner of the park has informed me that they will have height and erm... girth requirements for all those who want to use the slide, so provided no fat moron decides to feel skinny and use the slide without the operator noticing, there shouldn't be any problems". "Fair enough, well then I'm off, give me a ring tonight to let me know how it goes". "No worries, cheers". "Oh by the way, what is this new ride gonna be called"?...... "Waterfall". At that, the two men shook hands and went about their business. The following week, with the new water slide opening on time and functioning perfectly, a young woman named Samantha was celebrating her 20th birthday, which she had decided to celebrate at Water World with a group of her friends. This option was not her first choice when it came to parties, this is because Sam was quite plump... beyond plump... beyond fat really. She wasn't particularly embarrassed by her size, but she did take to wearing loose fitting clothes and rarely going to the beach. Today was different however, it was her birthday and she felt invincible, besides it had been a while since she had been to a theme park and in her bikini, plus one of her friends, Michael who was part of the maintenance staff at Water World had managed to score her some discounts. "Michael"! shouted Sam. "Michael"! "Yeah"!? Answered Michael across the pool area, he was busy testing the pools chlorine levels. "Don't tell me you forgot today was my birthday.....". An annoyed expression creeping its way across Sam's face. "Of course not, but I told you I couldn't get today off work, my boss is an asshole and said I didn't give him enough of a heads up". "Awww, well I guess you'll have to make it up to me... with more favors" said Sam as she pulled a sad face with a petite smile. "You want more favors? I got you this discount didn't I"? "Yeah I suppose, but it would have been nice to have you join us". "I know I know, I'll make it up to you I swear". "Hmmmm ok, well I guess I'll see you around, me and my buds here (gesturing to her friends behind her) are gonna be here all day so toodles". "Toodles" said Michael with a floppy hand wave before he bent down to continue taking water samples. A moment or two later he glanced up at Sam who had just gotten undressed to expose her rippling body partially concealed by a pink two piece bikini. He looked more closely at her backside as she put her clothes into her bag. His immediate reaction at this point was to mentally slap himself and look back down to his work, but soon after realized he was staring at her again. Her bikini top cut deep into her folds particularly under her arms. Michael stared at these roles, occasionally eyeing some flabby side boob as Sam lifted her arm to point something out to one of her friends. Thankfully her bikini bottom was reasonably large so it covered a lot of her ass... although there was A LOT of ass to cover. What wasn't covered seemed to be made entirely of dimples, like her ass was made of grapes or marbles before being covered with white skin. It almost appeared to be alive as it jiggled and reacted to every movement Sam made... it was hypnotic, mesmerizing. Michael didn't understand why he was so intrigued by Sam's bulk, but what every the reason, he couldn't look away. Without realizing, Sam turned around and waved at him, before replying to his blank gaze with a questioned look, followed by "What are you looking at"? "Ah shit, I must look so freaking stupid looking at her like this"!!! Michael thought to himself. "Ah nothing Sam... ummm that's a nice bikini...." He blurted out with a half assed smile across his face. "Riiiigggghhhhhtttt". She turned back to her friends and said something, before they all walked off towards the water slides. "SHIT, FUCK SHIT, DAMMIT, SHIT, STUPID MORON, SHIT ARRRRGG"! "Now she probably thinks you like her or something". And with that he collected his equipment and walked off to write his report on the pool chlorine levels. A few hours later, while Michael was on his lunch break in the common room, his manager walked in and interrupted his meal. "Some really fat chick is out the front asking for you". Sam? Michael dropped his knife and fork and casually strolled to the front desk where he found Sam back in her clothes, however her shirt was half open and soaked from her still wet bikini. Either he had misread the chlorine levels or she had been crying, he knew this cause her eyes were red. Despite this, Michael found himself once again staring at Sam's body. "Michael, that asshole up there wouldn't let me go down the slide"! "What asshole"? he replied trying to sound concerned. "That asshole up on the waterfall ride"! "Ok ok well hang on a second Sam, it s probably because that slide is meant for kids you see". "But he didn't say I couldn't go on it because of that, he said it was because I'm too fucking fat"! Michael didn't really know what to say, Sam was very large, and he did question the suitability of that ride for Sam when he began trying to imagine her fitting into it. "Well ahhh... ummm". "Look I know I'm fat and all, but this is the first time I've ever been told I can't do something because of it" Sam explained. "You have to get me on that ride Michael... please... for me". "Well look Sam, I can't, I mean I'm just a pool boy really, if he says you can't ride it then I'm afraid you can't ride it..... right now" he said as he trailed off. "What do you mean right now"? Sam asked, beginning to sound normal again. "Well I guess I could sneak us in tonight after close and you could have the slide all to yourself". "OH MY GOD you serious, that would be FUCKING AWESOME"! Sam waddled up to Michael and hugged him. He felt her body touch him, then spread out all over him as she squished into him. She pulled away and giggled when she saw that her wet bikini had left two wet patches on Michael's work shirt. "lol looks like your lactating there Michael". "Ha...ha very funny missy, now go home so I can finish work", he fired back with a smirk across his lips. "Meet me here around 730ish ok?" "Okie dokie Michael, see you then, and thanks again". Later that night, the two met up behind the water park before sneaking in through a back gate which Michael had a maintenance key for. "This is going to be awesome, no rules, no lines, nothing but us and the slides" whispered Sam as she started taking off her clothes. Michael was surprised somewhat to see Sam still wearing her pink bikini. "Better not turn any lights on, we don't want to attract any attention, this place is closed after all". "I figured that idiot, I'm fat but I'm not stupid durrr". Sam crossing her eyes and flapping her hands by her side, trying to look like some sort of retard fish or something. In any case it got Michael's attention, even if for the wrong reasons. He was staring again at the way the flab on her incredibly wide hips absorbed the impact of her hand slaps and then dispersed the energy throughout her leg via a rippling effect. He quickly snapped out of it and pretended to laugh at Sam's antics. "Haha, you look ridiculous, anyway let's get cracking with those stairs, I'm pretty sure the waterfall's controls are up top where that asshole was sitting before". And with that the two began climbing the twisting stair case to the top. Michael, acting out of politeness told Sam to go in front of him, only to realize after the view he would have the entire way up... which for some unknown reason was becoming more and more comfortable for him to look at. The whole way up, he gazed at her posterior. She was saying something, but Michael wasn't listening in great depth, only enough to give single word responses like, "yeah", and "aha". He kept wondering how on earth her bikini bottom didn't rip off when she walked. The crack between her ass seemingly swallowing the triangular shaped fabric, taking it away from his inquisitive eyes. "Well... here... we... are Michael" huffed Sam as she overcame the final step onto the waterfall platform. Michael soon followed and again found himself doing a double take, comparing the diameter of the tube with Sam's hips and ass. "Well go on then, turn on the water, or slide or whatever and let's do this while we're young"! Michael snapped out of his mental comparisons and complied. "Hang on hang on, the control panel is around here some.... Aha, there it is". "Well switch it on I wanna slide already". Sam was getting anxious. Michael pushed a series of buttons on the panel, "There we go, just give the pumps a minute to get the water flowing properly". Sam waited with a very annoyed expression, but she knew Michael knew what he was doing. "Ok should be good now, hope the water is still warm... and not yellow... ewww", the two of them laughed in unison. "Ladies first". "Nah ah, you have to be at the bottom when I hit the pool, it's gonna be an awesome splash". "Fine fine". And with that Michael climbed into the tube and pushed off head first on his stomach. He had been on this ride a hundred times since it opened so he wasn't very excited. He made his way through and finished with a moderate splash in the pool at the end. He turned around and waved to Sam, giving her the signal to go, which she did in a rush. As she climbing into the tube head first her butt hit the top of it, she backed out a little and lowered herself a little more before entering it again. "Here's to that asshole who called me too fucking fat" she smirked to herself as she pushed off down the tube. The tube was typical, left turns, right turns with a couple dips to help keep you up to speed. Sam didn't find the ride itself super, it was more the "FUCK YOU" to the operator who said she was too fat. "FUCK YOU ASSHOLE", "FUCK YOU....." she stopped her rant as she felt her ass sliding against the roof of the tube. "What the.... Haha I guess that guy was right, but oh well, I'd like to see him stop me now". A phrase she quickly became attached to. "I'm slowing down"? Indeed Sam was slowing down, she was nearing the very end of the ride when her speed slowed to a crawl, and then to a halt. She was a mere meter from the end where she could see Michael looking back at her. "Haha so much for that awesome splash ay" he laughed. "Shutup, I think I'm stuck"!?! "Stuck... haha maybe that guy was right about you". "Fuck you, get me out already". "Alright alright give me a second". Michael climbed back into the pool and started wading towards the end of the tube. While wading he noticed something strange, there was no water coming out the end of the tube. "Haha you really are stuck, you blocked the fucking tube"! "What"?! was all Sam could reply with. "Notice how no water is getting past you, you've blocked the tube completely... this could be fun lol, where is my camera"? "Shutup Michael, just get me out, I think the tube is filling up behind me". She was distressed but Michael could tell that there was still some humor in her voice. The end of the tube was about half a meter above the pools surface, and when Michael got to it he had trouble climbing up. "Hurry up, I think this fucking tube is shrinking or something, it feels tighter somehow". "I'm coming I'm coming, I can't get a good grip on the tube, it is designed to be slippery you know... although clearly not slippery enough haha". Sam shot him an evil look and he quickly bit his lip to stop laughing. "Seriously Michael hurry up, this pipe is starting to feel really tight". "Your just getting claustrophobic don't worry". "No seriously, either its shrinking or I'm.... I'm...." she couldn't finish her statement. At this point Sam had been stuck for several minutes, what with Michael laughing, wading over and then struggling to climb back into the tube. "Hey wait I think I'm sliding free, look". She was indeed sliding forward, but something felt odd, very odd. Her ass and pussy felt very vulnerable, with a cool wet feeling slipping up between her nether lips and cheeks. She couldn't put her finger on it. "See I told you to relax, look you're almost out the end" said Michael in a re-assuring voice". "No, wait something is wrong, I feel weird". She continued to slide towards the end of the pipe which still felt incredibly tight around her. Soon her arms past the exit, then her head, then her squashed boobs popped out one at a time... Pop... pop She continued to slide however she was again slowing. She stopped with what she thought was half her stomach out of the tube. At this point she looked like a sideways muffin of flab with a head, two arms and two fat boobs. "Shit I didn't make it, pull me out Michael". Michael grabbed her waiting hands and began to pull with all his might, but no matter how hard he tried Sam refused to budge. "Looks like your really stuck there Sam". "You moron tell me something I don't fucking know"!!! screamed Sam and she began to panic. "Well ummm....................... your boobs are getting bigger....". "What"!?! "Seriously, your boobs are getting bigger Sam, LOOK for fuck sake". Sam looked down with both her eyes and her hands and what she saw dam near killed her. Her once flabby saggy boobs were perking up in her bikini. Rounding up but then drooping dramatically. "WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK"!!!???!?!?! Sam went silent as she stared helplessly at her swelling tits, now the size of half blown up party balloons and stretching her taught bikini top. "WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING MICHAEL"! she bellowed "I DON'T KNOW... SHIT I BETTER GO TURN OFF THE....... Pumps". "Fuck that's it, you blocked the tube and water began collecting behind your enormous ass". The tube must have begun filling up until there was enough water weight to... push you forward and.... Inflate your boobs"??? His statement didn't make sense, even to himself. How could she have slid forward and then stopped again, unless... she never slid at all. "Sam, I know what's happening to you, but I have no idea how or why". "I don't think you slid forward at all, I think you started filling with water and began growing out of the tube". The true nature of Sam's predicament dawned upon Michael suddenly. He quickly turned and waded as fast as he could to the edge of the pool, whereby he hopped out and disappeared from view. "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING YOU FUCKING SHIIIIITTTTTTTTT"!!! Sam's tits were twice their previous size now, fully inflated orbs the size of basket balls. Several minutes passed, with Sam's form continuing to grow steadily, when she heard someone yelling from behind her somewhere, it was Michael up at the top of the slide but she couldn't make out what he was saying. "WHAT ARE YOU SAYING I CAN'T HEAR YOU"!!! "THE TUBE IS OVERFLOWING UP HERE"! Sam couldn't believe it, the entire tube had filled up with water and was now somehow forcing itself into her and inflating her boobs, or so she thought. Sam's muffin top seemingly began to grow, like a true muffin raising itself in an oven. It wasn't just her boobs that were growing, it was now her entire body. She could feel water now, intruding through the holes at her rear and filling her up. By now her bikini top had reached it limit and exploded off her monster sized tits. They were fully perked up with very little sag at all now. Her skin was stretched so tight across her nipples which had shrunk into her boobs. "HURRY UP MICHAEL, I'M FILLING UP ALL OVER NOW"!!! she screamed as loud as she could. A moment later Michael re-appeared at the pools edge, jumped in and waded over to her. "I turned the pumps off but all that water is already in the tube behind you with no way out except...". "SHIT FUCK SHIT SHIT SHIT FUCK DONKEY DICK" was all that Sam could coherently blurt out. "What's going to happen to me Michael"? "I don't know Sam, I honestly don't..." HRRRR AGGGGHHHH. He was interrupted as Sam grunted at the grotesque amount of pressure she was feeling now in her pussy, asshole, tits and stomach. Before she could curse again she felt her arms gaining weight. "SHIT NOW MY ARMS ARE FILLING"!!! indeed they were, jutting out from her giant body, which was now wider than the diameter of the pipe. Minutes passed as more and more water spread Sam's nether lips and cheeks and entered her, obligating her to grow further outward. Michael had no idea what to do, or even if there was anything he could do except watch as this enormous woman in front of him became more enormous. It was such a gradual growth that he had to study her form to confirm that she was indeed swelling. He hesitantly placed a hand on Sam's skin, somewhere below her left tit. What he felt shocked him tremendously. There was very little give at all. He looked up to see Sam gritting her teeth with her eyes shut. Michael looked all over her form, taking note of the dark lines where her fat folds used to be, and how rather than lines were now thickened strips due to the stretching of her skin. Not a single fold or clump of fat could be seen, just a seamless expanse of skin, flesh and water. Even Sam's hands and fingers had plumped up, her finger nails seeming minute by comparison. At this point her arms were like giant cones of skin covered water jutting out from her expanse. Michael felt Sam's body again and this time felt fearful, Sam opening her eyes at his touch to see a face of shock horror and fear. She couldn't describe how she felt, so hollow, so immense, so dense and round. "Michael, I don't think I can take much more, you have to do something please"! Sam had begun to cry in front of Michael, who seemed completely stumped. She had been stuck in the tube for the better part of 15 minutes now, and was nearing the size of a small car. There was nothing he could do except watch. "Sam I'm sorry, there isn't anything I can do". He walked up to her and grabbed her hand. Her expansion was slowing. Michael saw this, and Sam felt it. "Michael I really can't take anymore, seriously I think I'm going to blow". "Hang on Sam I think you've taken in enough water to decrease the pressure behind you, I don't think you will explode". Michael said that but he wasn't sure if his statement had any validity to it. Sam looked dangerously close to exploding. Michael had to look really closely at Sam's skin but he was positive, small veins had surfaced. At first only a few, but as he stared he saw more and more appear. They looked like blue plant roots growing across her expanse, slowly creeping their way across her sides, stomach and her tits. Michael stood looking at these veins, until he received a small squirt of what he assumed to be water into his face. He looked for its origin, but didn't need to look for long as he was quickly squirted again, and again. He was being squirted repeatedly until soon the squirts became a continuous spray. They were coming from between Sam's body and the tube she was stuck in. It was clear now, Sam was going to explode. The pressure behind her was still too great for her body to withstand. He walked in front of Sam and looked her in the eyes. He didn't need to say anything, she knew exactly what was going to happen. "HRRRRR SHIT WHAT NOW, I THINK THIS IS IT"!!! Michael noticed Sam's nipples were growing. They stopped when they were about two inches long before water began to dribble out of them, slowly at first, but quickly increasing into a spray. "I'm sorry Samantha, but.... I..." Michael said as softly as he could. "Go Michael, when I blow this is going to be messy" she replied with a tear running down her face. Michael kissed Sam's hand and looked at her, longingly. He hadn't realized until then how he felt about her. He had always known her, but never knew her. He had never seen her without baggy clothes on, and had never really spoken to her. But right now, in all her inflated glory, he wanted nothing but her. He stepped back and took in all that was her. Her bean bag sized breasts with geysers firing out of each nipple, her enormous body with a popped out belly button with enough water in it to fill a small pool, and her rounded cheeks squishing her green eyes which were looking at him with sorrow. "HRRRR SHIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTT THIS IS IT"!!! Her form grew all but an inch in every direction before her inevitable rupture. She blew apart towards Michael, appearing to rush at him rapidly before he covered himself and braced for the torrent of water from both inside and behind Samantha. It was tremendous, Michael was blown backwards and thrown several meters behind the pool. He opened his eyes and looked around. Most of the pool area was sloshing with warm water. Pieces of white rubber were scattered all over the place. It was done then, his friend has just exploded in front of him and bathed most of the pool area with water and herself. Michael stood up and embraced the moment briefly, before he decided to gather only his belongings and leave. He exited through the same gate they came in through, looked back at the mess that Sam created and ran for his car.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, floating, superhero Text: Saturday mornings were a calm slow time in our household. That was really surprising actually, given that the house was in fact a converted water tower ten stories above the ground and it was also the secret base of the local superheroine, Airtankgirl. Me. I liked to spend my Saturday mornings doing nothing more than sitting in my jammies, reading magazines, and ignoring the doughnuts for a grapefruit. Which was exactly what I was doing at the moment. The household was also currently plagued by a demon. Faelina wasn't a bad demon really, as demons went, but I was convinced that one of her many super powers was annoying the hell out of me. Which she exactly what she was doing at the moment. The voluptuous, green-haired demoness sat on top of one of the kitchen chairs, perched like a vulture, her wings counter-balancing her, extending or shifting with a rustle of dark, leathery skin. Today apparently was the day Faelina discovered cereal because she was well on her way to polishing off a whole box of Count Chocula, after demolishing my cornflakes and Lynn's Atomic-Frosted Sugar Bombs. "Most people eat those with milk," I pointed out, and, uh, don't eat the entire box as a single serving. Including the box itself" "But it has sugar on it," Faelina cleverly counter-argued. I didn't get the chance to point out to the stupid demon that just because cardboard had sugar on it was no reason to eat it, contrary to the opinions of the entire breakfast cereal industry, because at exactly that moment Lynn padded out into the kitchen, in her normal, semi-conscious morning state. When I lounge I do it in style, in my green silk jammies and slippers. Faelina could be wearing anything, and this morning she was alluringly dressed in a tight tank top and some rolled up sweatshorts. Lynn, having just gotten up, was still in the big t-shirt and sleek, snug white panties she usually slept in. This morning, padded aptly described my teammate. Her sleepwear was stretched tight around her large, bloated body, Her t-shirt looked stuffed full of her extra large breasts and the dome of her belly, while the white stretch satin panties were stretched across the expanse of her tummy as it bulged up in the front and the wide spread of her hips and fully-plumped bottom that threatened to bulge out of the seat of her underwear. Faelina and I both watched, wide eyed as Lynn, holding her fattened belly like an armful of pillows stuffed into her t-shirt, carefully arranged her wide butt onto one of the kitchen chairs, letting her round belly settle between her open legs. "'Morning," she greeted us. "'Morning," I gasped back. "Hey," she asked, as if the thought was new to her, "Do either of you know why I'm so fat today?" she asked, pressing her hands against her soft, plush curves. "I had nothing to do with it," It was true too, I was actually pretty slim at the moment, I only had a few inches of gas in me to keep up my strength and invulnerability, and of course close proximity to Faelina tended to fill me up with a few more inches. "Not I," said the demoness. "Well then, if it wasn't either of you, why am I so fat?" "What's happened to you?" "That's what I'm trying to figure out," Lynn replied distractedly, still petting her bloated figure, "When I went to bed last night, I was normal, then I wake up this morning and I look like the Pillsbury Doughgirl!" Faelina and I rushed around opposite sides of the kitchen table to Lynn. We both examined her swollen body, testing the pressure of whatever was filling her up, "How do you feel?" we both asked at the same time. Lynn laughed, "Stuffed of course, look at me!" "Are you heavy?" I asked? "No, I don't think my weight has changed at all actually, just my girth." Faelina pressed her hands on Lynn's full, fat belly, "Feels like a typical gas inflation," she remarked professionally in her deep voice. "We should probably get you down to the lab to get a better look at you." I suggested. "That was going to be my next stop if you guys weren't responsible," Lynn said, "But after breakfast. Is there coffee? Ooo, doughnuts!" She poured a cup of coffee and opened the family-size bag of frosted doughnuts. I took my seat and frowned at my grapefruit while Lynn was stuffing herself with doughnuts. She noticed my look, "What?" or at least that's what I think she said since her mouth was full of fried dough. She swallowed, "like I'm going to get fat? Oh wait, I'm already fat!" I reached over and stole a doughnut, "If I get fat, I'll blame you as a bad influence." "Hey, you're taking two!" The three of us gathered in the large single room that was Lynn's combination laboratory and workshop. Lynn herself, puttered busily with her computer, a gas spectrograph, the bewildering array of glass beakers and tubing of her chemistry set. She looked for all the world like a research scientist with her blonde hair pulled up, her glasses on, and a labcoat. Of course she was still in her underwear underneath it. Also, of course, the lab coat gaped open in the front because of her big inflated belly and chest. The puffed-up swells of her bottom and hips printed their exaggerated curves on the little it of the labcoat that covered her. Faelina sat normal human fashion, straddling a stool nearby. She wasn't perching, demon-style because several hours of uninterrupted breakfast was showing it's effects on her lush figure. Her belly had become round and full, bulging against the waistband of her rolled up sweatshorts, her fattened tummy leaving her in no shape to have her knees drawn up against her chest as she perched, her stomach was too fat for it, not that it seemed to bother the demoness any, she sat petting her stuffed midsection while alternatively watching Lynn and her own tummy. I was sitting on the other stool, not really sure what I could do to contribute, having no head for science myself, but feeling my presence was necessary as I was sort of the leader of our merry little band of swollen superheroines. Speaking of swollen, I looked down at my chest as I fidgeted with my jammie top, plucking at it to loosen it some as it started to fill, rising up with my curves. "Faelina...stop it. I'm already big enough." The demon looked over at me with a start, then smiled horribly when she noticed my chest puffing up, then saw the look on my face and made an obvious effort to control herself. To be fair, it wasn't entirely her fault. Faelina exuded a sexual energy that tended to make any attractive woman near her grow fuller in the bust and hips. Usually only a few inches, but it was always noticeable to the nearby woman, and anyone looking at her. It was why we couldn't take her out too often. Her mere presence tended to puff up the figures of any women around her, including us. Due to the nature of my powers, I was very susceptible to this effect which was why I was now looking at my swollen breasts puff up into a 44 F cup. The demoness grunted, which was the closest I was going to get to contriteness from a demon. Despite that, my breasts didn't deflate any either. "Huh, that's interesting," Lynn murmured after a while. We stopped our squabble to look at her as she waddled her bloated body around to face us. She touched a few keys on the computer and the desktop sprang up giant sized on a blank white wall nearby. On the projected screen I could see a wide black band with little stripes of colour. Lynn opened her mouth to explain what we were seeing and I cut her off before she even got started, "Is this the sciency bit that explains why you're so fat?" My roommate stalled in her lecture and stared at me, "Yes." "Oh, ok." Lynn looked at the screen, back at me, than the screen again, "This is the spectrograph of the gas currently distending my body," she patted her full round sides, making a sound like a soft bass drum, "and this," another stripey black band appeared on the screen, but with a different pattern, "Is the spectrograph of the gas you fill up with. Notice the differences." Then a third stripey band appeared which was, not matching the gas Lynn was pumped full of, but it was very similar, "And this is Faelina's infernal gas." Faelina sometimes appeared to be a little ditzy, but in fact there was nothing missing in demonic intelligence, she noticed the similarity immediately and shook her head, her horns waving in denial, "but I had nothing to do with it." She rumbled. Lynn shook her own head, dismissing the notion that Faelina was responsible, "Oh I know that. I believe you and the evidence backs it up. But whatever I'm stuffed full of," she pressed a palm into her soft bulging belly, "definitely seems to be supernatural in origin, I don't suppose there are any other inflating demons you know of is there?" Lynn and I laughed a little at the joke. "Actually..." Faelina said, raising one taloned finger. We stopped, seeing the thoughtful look on Faelina's face. "There are other inflating demons?" Lynn asked her. "Not...exactly...demons." "What then?" I asked. "Umm...undead," she said in a meek bass. We blinked, "The undead?" I whispered, "You mean like the dead, but sorta, un?" Faelina nodded, "Yes, just like that." "Faelina," Lynn asked, her voice shaking a little, "Can you tell me what has happened to me to make me blow up like this?" The demon grunted, "I can tell you what I know, which might not fit all the facts." "It's ok, I'm getting used to not fitting into things," Lynn quipped. "The undead are a lesser, the least really in the infernal food chain. Have you ever heard of the Inflampire?" "Of course we've heard of Vampires." "No, the Inflampire. A beautiful Wallachian noblewoman who, a few centuries ago would capture pretty local girls and use a bellows to pump them up and make them fat so she'd remain the slimmest, most attractive woman in her realm." "You're kidding." I said. "But, after years of this, the peasantry rose up against her-" "Yeah, in your face petty bourgeois!" Lynn crowed. I poked my elbow into her swollen waist, "Quiet, I want to hear this." Faelina continued, "So eventually, the local farmers and their plumply inflated wives and daughters stormed her castle, rather slowly of course because it's not easy waddling up those Wallachian mountain passes." "And they burned her castle to the ground?" Lynn guessed. Faelina frowned at the interruption, "No...castles are made of stone, they don't burn. The townspeople found their advance stalled at the castle walls. One young mother, pretty, but already inflated by the evil Countess vowed she wouldn't stand to see her daughters blown up like balloons like she was, and hatched a daring plan. The local woodcutters built a tall pyre. The young woman was moved into place at the top of the pyre. "Then the villagers lit the pyre. The flames took the logs quickly, but the great height of the pyre allowed the heat to build and grow without the flames actually reaching the young woman. Soon the heat built up enough that the inflated young woman began to grow lighter as the air inside her heated up. Now, her bloated body being lighter than the cooler mountain air around her, she floated over the castle walls, cooling and floating back down to the ground on the inside of the walls where she could access the gatehouse and open the castle defenses to the villagers. "The servants weren't inclined to help defend their evil mistress, so it wasn't long before the villagers had dragged the disheveled, but still beautiful noblewoman into her own dungeon. "She cursed and spat at them, fighting every inch of the way. She vowed that she would arise from the grave and avenge her own death with the immortal powers of darkness at her command. "She was bound and fixed with the nozzle of her own bellows pump in her mouth. Every villager took a single pump at the bellows, each villager making the evil Countess bloat just a little fatter and fatter she grew until BOOOOM!" Lynn and I both jumped back, startled, "So, they killed her?" I asked. Faelina grimaced, "Mmm, mostly. Her pact to avenge her own death in exchange for her soul was found acceptable. So, three days later, the Countess reconstituted her body, arose from her own death as the Inflampire.But, infernal bargains, have a way of making their will known in the most ironic ways. "As an Inflampire, the Countess has a unique twist on the traditional vampire. Her bargain is also her curse. One week a month, her body swells up with the infernal gas you have discovered. It is her curse that to avoid exploding again, she must prey on others, biting them and blowing the gas filling them, into their victim." Lynn was as white as her labcoat, "Is this what happened to me? I've been attacked by an Inflampire?" Faelina was a demon, she lacked the ability for compassion, "Yes," she confirmed calmly. Lynn staggered against me, I was taken off guard, staggering against her rounded, bulky body as I held her upright. She recovered her composure, smoothing her lab coat over her inflated figure, "Okay, so, what's the good news?" "That IS the good news," Faelina rumbled, "the Inflampire is practically immortal, she is super-strong, has the ability to change her shape, and is very difficult to kill." "What about her?" I asked, patting Lynn's swollen side, "Is she going to die or explode or what?" Faelina shook her head, "it takes three visits. The first night, the Inflampire merely puffs up quite voluptuously, to lure her prey in, then with the first bite, makes her victim as lushly-figured. The second night the Inflampire grows fatter, again passing the infernal gas and shape to her victim. The third night, the Inflampire returns to her voluptuous form and easily overpowers her bloated prey, the last gas pushing the victim over to bursting." "Okay, that sucks." I said. "...Where the victim will then rise from their death three days later as an Inflampire, in thrall to the Countess?" Lynn asked. Faelina blinked, "Yes...how did you know that?" "Standard undead progenation technique." "Wait a sec." I said, "I may not be a demon or a mad scientist, but I'm a finance major, and we can count to three," I pointed at my bloated roommate, "Look at her, she isn't voluptuous, she's fat! According to your story, she'd have to be on the second bite!" "Uh, 'Manda?" Lynn coughed apologetically. "What?" I looked in her eyes and realized the truth of it, "Oh sweetheart," I gathered her ballooned body in my arms, hugging her, "Why didn't you say something?" She sniffled, "Voluptuous is right, I was bigger than Faelina. I got up yesterday stacked like you wouldn't believe, big bust, big hips, big butt, everything was all pumped up. That's why I wasn't around yesterday," she giggled, while sniffling, "I was too busy being rounded to be around." "Why didn't you say something!" I nearly shrieked. "Because I thought it was one of you playing a prank on me. Because I thought it was...sexy." she finished in a small voice. I was stunned silent. I hadn't realized how left out Lynn would have felt sharing a home with two super-powered women with greatly exaggerated figures. I stood consoling my friend for a while. Until the demon spoke up. "We have only one chance to stop the Countess then. Tonight will be the last visit. Lynn will be at her most vulnerable and the Countess will be in good shape for her hunt." "Well, if she's as big as I was yesterday, she won't exactly be in fighting trim." Lynn said, helpfully. "Is there anything you can do to deflate her?" I asked Faelina. "Yeah, I feel like a beach ball." Lynn groaned, patting her distended belly. Faelina frowned, "Well, I can probably take some of that gas off you, but I'll wind up fatter, and I think I need to stay in shape enough to fight the Countess." "Manda?" I blinked, "Huh, sorry I was thinking. What were you saying?" "I was asking you if you'd help me deflate some." "How? I can't deflate people, I can only inflate them." "I know, but Faelina can do both, but if she takes enough gas out of me to make me slim enough to fight, she'll be too fat to fight. If we could split the gas in me three ways instead of two I'd be in shape to help and neither of you two would be too fat." When I didn't answer immediately she began cajoling me, "C'mon Manda, how many times have I let you blow me up with extra gas so you could be trim enough to fit into an outfit or go to work?" "Huh?" I shook myself, "No. No, that's fine, I'm glad to help." "Manda, you ok? You seem a little spacey." I smiled, "I think I just figured out how to beat this Countess chick." "She has a plan?" Faelina asked in her deep voice. "She has a plan." Lynn said. "I have a plan." "Ok, step one, we need to get Bubbles down to fighting weight, which means, I guess we," I nodded at Faelina, "need to get ourselves pumped up to our fighting weight. Faelina, if you'd do the honors." "So you want me to inflate you?" Faelina asked. "Yes, you can do it can't you?" The demon chuckled, "Oh sure I can, I just never thought I'd hear you ask for it." "Get on with it-oh!" I gasped, putting my hands on my breasts as they began to expand inside my jammies like two balloons. The hissing as Lynn's belly deflated and my chest inflated didn't quite down out the creaking of my silk jammmies as they slithered hollowly around my ballooning chest, "Faelina, these are my favourite jammies, don't make me burst out of them," I warned as I felt the jammie top rise up over my waist, and get tight and gap at the buttons as I continued to swell. "Then you may want to get out of them while you still can." "Uhhh Faelina," I felt myself swaying, not only from my expanding proportions but also from the intense erotic charge I was getting as a side effect of the demonic expansion, "How...how big am I going to get? I already feel pretty pumped up," I fumbled around my inflated boobs to undo the buttons pulling tightly across my chest. My bloated breasts bounced free of my top with a series of little pops as the buttons came undone. "Faelina..." I moaned. "Fine," she rumbled, "You're big enough." I closed my eyes, holding the burst open top over my extremely big, round and full breasts, but really using holding the top over me as an excuse to press my hands into my huge, pillowy bust. "Manda," Lynn's voice cut into my reverie, "You're moaning." I opened my eyes, Lynn and Faelina were both staring at me, their faces rigidly containing smiles and laughter that I knew were directed at me. "Sorry," I mumbled, blushing. Lynn walked, she was noticeably slimmer and didn't waddle as much, over to me and gave me a little hug, "It's OK honey, it's not like she doesn't turn me on too. Let's just finish this, OK?" "Finish?" I gaped, cradling my overinflated breasts, "I'm as big as basketballs!" "But I'm still so fat, and if Faelina takes all this gas in her, we'll have to roll her into the fight." "I'm not sure there's anymore room on my torso," I should have known better, I felt my pajama bottoms grow snug around my bottom as my inflating rear and hips turned them swiftly from baggy pajama bottoms to silk tights. I pushed the waistband over my widening hips and my plumpening butt, raising my legs awkwardly against my inflated hips to shed the jammie bottoms. "We have to make you super-hourglassed to hold a third of Lynn's volume and still allow you to be able to move." Faelina commented as I ran my hands over my inflating backside, feeling my panties getting tighter and smaller as I filled out. "I know," I gasped from the sensations filling my bulging, over-filled body. Lynn kissed me on the cheek, "Thanks, pal. You know I like being fat, but there's a time to be slim too." "You won't thank me by the time we're ready. I think I'll go get dressed." I knelt carefully feeling my heels touch my inflated bottom as I picked up my discarded pajama bottoms, and swayed my big self back to my bedroom. I needed to get into costume, I had gotten so big all over that I needed the support my costume would give me. Once in my room, I pulled out a costume and started to step into it like I normally do, but found I hadn't yet adjusted my balance from my wider hips. After tottering precariously for a moment, and I am not graceful even when I am uninflated, I decided to sit down on my bed and pull the tights on. The spandex stretched over my exaggerated curves with only a little struggle and wriggling needed to get them over my big hips and rear. Once past that, the rest was easy, my waist hadn't thickened any and my tummy was still flat. Then I just had to stuff my ballooned chest into the top of the tights which I bulged out of outrageously, slide my arms through and I was dressed. Sort of. I swayed over to the standing mirror in my room to check my look. Damn that demon, I was so pumped up I looked like a cartoon! Double damn that demon because I liked the look and feel of my new figure, I guiltily admitted to myself. I couldn't come close to crossing my arms over my new breasts, I could cross my arms below them, which just pushed them up to bulge out more of the top of my tights. I turned to look at my rear, smoothing my straining tights over my inflated figure with that weird hollow sound clothes moving over inflated curves makes. My bottom had filled out so much that my scoop cut tights looked more like a thong. I turned back and forth in the mirror a few times, admiring my reflection, I'm vain, remember and struck a few action poses, grinning at the bounce and wiggle my new figure had. "Manda?" I heard Lynn's voice call out from down the hall. I quickly donned boots, gloves, cape, mask and belt and bounced out my door to meet her in the hall. Bubbles was standing just about a foot away from my door. A foot was how far she could be before her chest touched my door. So naturally I walked straight into her. Or rather my inflated boobs bounced straight into her inflated boobs with a soft BUUUM sound, compressed and flattened slightly from the collision, then she took a step back to let me pass. Looking over my teammate I knew Faelina had finished. Bubbles was shaped very much like I was, all bust and butt and stuffed, mostly successfully, into her black, two-piece costume. Her waist wasn't as slim as normal, but the little bulge in her tummy wouldn't keep her from participating. I still couldn't help but giggle a little, "Wow, you look...big" She put her hands on her wide hips and cocked her head at me, "Speak for yourself, your tights look stuffed," she responded with a smile. "Besides, this is me being skinny thanks to you two." She tried to hug me, but our hugely ballooned breasts barely allowed us to get within arm's reach of each other, so we had to settle for squishing our chests together and awkwardly patting each other's arms. "Right," I said, "Let's go find your demon." We marched down the hall back to Bubbles' room where Faelina was in costume, waiting for us, her figure just as puffed up as we were, all bust and butt. We had the bodies of adolescent fantasies, and being aware of my own hidden feelings and watching my teammates, I was pretty sure that all three of us were pleased with our new size. "Ready to get to work?" A big part of my master plan involved making Bubbles' room as airtight as possible. This wasn't actually as hard as it sounded, it just required us to run caulk guns full of sealant over all the holes, doors, vents and windows. Faelina and I handled this job. While it wasn't exactly hard, we had become pretty big girls, so it wasn't as easy as I had envisioned either and took up almost the whole day. Despite the size of the room, we still found ourselves bumping and nudging each other with over-inflated curves. Imagine if you will, trying to run a bead of sealant over every hole and crack in the room while you have two basketballs stuffed in your shirt, I wasn't exaggerating, that's how big we really were and having to work around your own chest is quite a hassle. As well as having your hips and butt pumped up similarly, so that every step you take makes your hips swing uncontrollably and every lean bend or squat you can feel your puffed up bottom brushing where it didn't used to brush and having to readjust your tights pretty much after every movement. As it went on, our boobs got in the way the most, we'd often work with one hand holding the caulk gun and one hand holding our breasts down so we could see, or move or work without impediment. When we were finished, the entire room had been sealed except for two holes. One was a crack in the frame of the outer window, the other was the vent for the airpump Bubbles had set up. "So you can definitely lower the air pressure in this room?" I asked. "I have three heavy duty air pumps on the other side of that wall," she pointed a wrench at the wall, "At the touch of a button," She held up a remote and pressed the button. We barely heard the pumps fire up, but we all heard the spandex of our costumes creak and felt the gas in us start to expand some as the air pressure in the room lowered. "Of course," Bubbles continued, seemingly oblivious to her body rising like bread dough, "You and I will still have enough air in our bodies to operate normally in low, or zero air pressure. Faelina doesn't need to breathe." "Ok, ok, turn it off I feel like a punch ball!" Bubbles hit the button again and I felt the tension in my tights lessening as I slowly deflated to the merely super hourglass figure that Faelina had given me. "OK, that's phase one, now for phase two, which is you," I said pointing at Bubbles. "Great, let me at 'em. What do you want me to do?" I reached down and with my super strength, easily lifted one of the gas cylinders up in one hand, while uncoiling the attached hose with my other hand. "Awww, I thought I got slimmed down to help, now you want me to get fat again?" "You did help. You helped us make the trap. Now you have to help us bait it." "She's right," Faelina chimed in with her low, sexy voice, "The Countess is expecting you to be bloated up, if you aren't she'll know something is wrong." "Rats, I was really liking being able to bend at the waist. Fine, give me the hose." I passed the hose to my friend who put it in her mouth, then I opened the valve with a soft hiss. Lynn's cheeks bulged, then after a moment her eyes got round. Then she smiled and nodded. I held the hose in place in her mouth, which freed her hands to hold her belly as she began to bloat up fat and full of gas. Her belly rounded out and her wide hips all but disappeared as her waist bulked up. As the tank hissed into her, she slowly ballooned back up to the same size she was in the morning. Then I closed the valve and took the hose from her mouth. "Now," I said, holding onto her, "Let's get you to bed." I hate the waiting. I think everyone hates the waiting, but I especially hate it when I'm hiding behind a sofa with an over-inflated, over-sexed demon. As the night lengthened, I'd occasionally hear a slight creak of my straining spandex costume. "Faelina, stop it," I'd hiss. "It just slipped out," she'd reply. I hate that demon. I was just about to reprimand her again when her hand came down on my slightly puffy thigh with such force that if I hadn't been invulnerable, it would have crushed the muscle. Game on. I couldn't see without lifting my head over the sofa, but Faelina could tell that the Inflampire has entered the room through the crack in the window in mist form. A few moments later, I felt Faelina gather herself to rise, and I followed her lead. With much relief, since there wasn't much room back there for two girls our size, we popped up from behind the sofa. The Inflampire stood, in physical form, over Bubbles' bed and my roommate's bloated body. I was surprised how young the inflampire looked, about our age, short black hair, great skin, pretty blue eyes...and big pointy teeth. Other than that, she fit right in with us. The skintight black latex bodysuit she wore bulged above and beneath the tight black corset she wore over it. Her figure looked like the demon's and mine. Her bust bulged up big and round over the top of the corset while her hips and bottom made for a wide, shiny swell in the lower half of her outfit. Her super-exaggerated hourglass figure strained the latex, making it squeak slightly as she moved. She bent over Bubbles ready to strike, smiling at us, "Faelina," she coolly greeted my companion in a soft, sexy voice. "Countess," Faelina growled back. Quick as a flash the Countess opened her fangs wide and pounced on Bubbles...And bounced off of her victim as her fully inflated breasts collided with her prey first. The Countess recovered, put one hand on her chest to hold herself down, readjusted her stance to give herself a shallower approach and struck again. This time the fangs sunk home and the Countess' full red lips formed a seal with my roommate's flesh The Countess stood over her prey for a moment, then her cheeks bulged and her eyes got wide and round. And she started to swell. Her flat tummy filled her corset from below with a series of latex creaks and muffled groans from the swelling Countess. Her hands pawed at the opening of the corset as its edges got forced farther and father apart by her swelling midsection. She finally got her hands under the edges and ripped it open off of her expanding waistline. Now free, her belly bulged as she grew round and fat as Bubbles deflated. panicked, the Countess tried to open her mouth and free her mouth from the pressure of the gas flooding from Bubbles to herself. The Inflampire actually managed to look rather silly as she discovered she couldn't let go of Bubbles as her body continued to expand. Her belly was actually pushing against Bubbles' deflating body before the Countess shifted to her gaseous form, then re-materialized standing upright her hands pressing on her fattened and stuffed bodysuit, her face a mask of lovely confusion. "What have you done to me?" she asked, her soft sexy voice now cartoonishly high pitched from the helium that she was bloated up with. Then to her surprise, she began to float gently upwards. "We managed to deflate Bubbles and fill her up again with helium making her not only the bait, but the trap." I explained to the puzzled Inflampire, whose head bounced slightly against the ceiling. Bubbles let go of the straps under her bed to keep her anchored to the bed and slowly floated upright, her ankles still hooked under the lower strap under the bed, "Like a helium land mine," she squeaked, her voice also ridiculously high pitched, "And a little super glue just to keep you from running off before you got full enough." The Countess raised her hands over her head to keep from bumping into the ceiling, "Full enough for what? To make me into a blimp?" "For us to catch you," I said. "Oh," the Countess squeaked, "Is that what you think?" Faelina stepped in front of me, placing herself between the Countess and me. The Countess smiled a much more malevolent smile than I would have thought someone wearing a skin tight latex bodysuit, bloated up with helium, floating on the ceiling like a parade balloon, sounding like a chipmunk was capable of doing, "You're wrong." she squeaked flatly, then pushed off the ceiling and rushed straight down at Faelina. The demon spread her wings, her tail thrashed, her outspread fingers turned into talons as she spread her arms wide and roared loudly enough to rattle the pictures hanging on the walls. Suddenly I was, for the first time swept up with affection for this demon, who was standing between me and evil, like a six foot six pitbull...with wings... purple tights...and a great ass. However, as luscious and ferocious as our demon was, the Countess lived on cunning. In the instant before impact with Faelina, she reverted to her gaseous form and our demon sped straight through her, and collided with Bubbles, knocking her free of her tether to the bed, freeing her to float up to the ceiling In the blink of an eye later, I found myself face to face with the undead. And she was not happy. I fought back with fists, elbows, knees, I even tried getting my boobs in between us to foil her attack. Between her ballooned body and my extra big breasts, I thought I had her on the ropes. Which is when I felt the stab in my neck, "Owwww!" What's the point of being invulnerable if some gassy tart can just up and bite you? "Bubbles, Faelina, get her off me!" I shrieked, horrified to hear my voice rising in pitch throughout the sentance. I could feel my belly begin to bulge out as the Countess filled me with the same helium I had planned to trap her with, "I'm getting fatter!" I squeaked. Faelina crashed into the Countess' back like a freight train. If I were less invulnerable and if I didn't have a rear end that was puffed up like a flotation device , I'd probably be flat as a pancake, squished against the wall under them as I was. I gasped as Faelina pulled the Inflampire off me like pulling a thorn from her paw. Luckily she hadn't been able to hold the bite for long, so she was still very fat while I was only a little bloated with helium...and infernal gas, "My turn!" I squeaked menacingly in my high-pitched voice. I gathered my legs under me and my extremely well-inflated and powerful bottom, and pushed off the wall, carrying the Countess and Faelina fully across the room to smash into the opposite wall. I grabbed the Countess' face in my hands and leaned forward and kissed her full on her full red lips. I felt better instantly. I felt my tummy flatten out and my extra full breasts and hips immediately began to shrink, my costume growing less tight around my super-sized figure, while the Countess began to swell up anew, her figure, her boobs and hips already puffed up from her curse, then from half of Bubbles' helium, grew inch for inch as I deflated to a svelte half of my demonically-stuffed size. Her hugely inflating bust pushed me away from her and I dropped to the ground, now merely stacked. I looked like a normal person. OK, a normal, big-busted porn star, but closer to normal than anyone else in the room. Finding herself bloating even fatter, ironically with some of the same infernal gas she'd pumped into Bubbles in the first place, and caught from behind without leverage, the Countess once again took her gaseous form to escape Faelina's clutches. "Bubbles...NOW!" The demon and I shouted in unison. Floating on the ceiling, Bubbles pulled the remote from where it was stuffed in the waistband of her briefs and pushed the button. Outside, three industrial air pumps hummed into life, pumping air into the room, the air pressure rose so quickly, it was noticeable to us. The fact that all of our inflated bodies started slimming down as the pressure of the air around us rose and compressed the air already distending out figures. Bubbles and I clapped our hands over our mouths and noses. The gaseous mist that was the Countess swirled uncertainly. Faelina swayed right into the middle of the Countess' mist form and opened her mouth wider than I've ever seen a mouth open and inhaled. The difference of the greater pressure in the air around us and the lesser pressure inside the demon practically pushed the gaseous form of the Countess right down Faelina's throat. As the pressure inside her equalized along with the Inflampire's gaseous form, Faelina's belly bulged, as she captured the Countess within her, using her own body as a prison. Seeing no further traces of the Countess mist form, I signaled Bubbles to cut the pumps and return the room to one atmosphere. Our bodies plumped up again as the pressure inside us exceeded the pressure around us. Other than a few bruises a bite and a very obviously exaggerated figure, I was in pretty good shape. Bubbles was safely floating against the ceiling. And then there was Faelina. Our casualty. Apparently the volume that an over-inflated Inflampire takes up in her mist form is considerable. Faelina's super-stacked figure wasn't discernible as such anymore. Her body had become hugely bloated, i'd only seen her this big once before, when we first met and fought her. Her luscious body had become sort sphereoid. Her body had become rounded with only her head, hands and feet protruding. Swell, now we'd probably have to roll her from place to place. From above me I heard Bubbles' high-pitched voice squeak, "Did we win?" Later: Yep, I looked good. I was in a green stretch top with a low cut neck that I was bulging out of, and these ultra sleek, black stretch slacks that made my legs look about nine feet long, heels to make me even taller, hair done, makeup, and some bling and I was going to get groovy tonight. Nick and I had a date to a dance club where he could show off his stacked girlfriend and I wouldn't have to worry about anyone recognizing me. I was ready, I was hot, I was...walking with through the living room where our very ballooned demon was set in front of the TV with my blimped-up roommate hovering about a foot over the demon's head. "Oh, you're going out tonight," Lynn squeaked. I stopped halfway through the room and looked at my teammates. Awww, this wasn't fair, I hadn't had a date in months, I hadn't been this skinny in months, I hadn't had sex in...awww this wasn't fair! Fifteen minutes, one phone call, a washed face and some yoga pants later I stalked back into the living room, with a tray of beer, and a big bowl of party mix. I sat my fantastic and totally wasted rear on the sofa. I looked from Lynn floating on one side of me, to Faelina grinning on the other and back to the TV. "I don't want to hear a word," I said, not looking away from the TV. "Oooo is that party mix?" Lynn squeaked, "Pass it up." I held the bowl up at arm's length until I felt Lynn grab a handful. Then I offered it to Faelina, who scooped some into her hand but was too fat to get her hand to her mouth. I held the bowl out for her to dump it back in, then took a piece and tossed it at her head, which she of course caught in her mouth. "Let's just watch our movie, " I said with suffering good grace. "This is cool, it's like stadium seating." Lynn squeaked. Faelina turned to face me, "Hit me," she said, opening her mouth for another treat which I threw and she caught. Sigh, I love my friends, but sometimes the rest of life sucks. "Hit me."

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, huge, inhale Text: I took a few breaths, readying myself before I inhaled as hard as I could.Immediately my breasts surged outward, rapidly reaching, then exceeding beach ball size. My backside was next to grow, rounding out and rising up to bench-filling sizes. My thighs and shins thickened, stretching my jeans, before my belly bulged out so large that I couldn't reach around it with both hands. Finally the air touched my shoulders, rounding out my arms. From there my limbs grew thicker and my body rounder, at first spreading them out, then drawing them in as the rest of me grew out, leaving me as a round balloon woman with two low hemispheres up front where my breasts were and shallow mounds with dimpled ends for my hands and feet.Unable to become rounder, I became bigger. My beltline widened and my head rose higher, feet going by in seconds. First I grew taller than the amazed onlookers in the park, then a moment later the tops of the lamps were at eye level. I drew in more air, rising up to the tops of nearby trees, then exceeding them. My skin creaked as it stretched and bulged, clothing pulled taut across my form as I reached the scale of hot air balloons.But I wanted more.Further and further I grew, my line of sight looking down on rooftops before they disappeared over the horizon of my body. I counted off stories of buildings, the entire park covered by my shadow. When I had passed twenty stories I felt the curve of my underside leave the ground, my body floating in the air like the balloon it was. I flapped my hands and feet, the gesture done without thinking as I willed my body to turn to face the city proper. Slowly I rotated, seeing the skyscrapers nearby, and the single building towering over all of them. By now I had to have been as much across and high as a football field, packed with air.But I wanted more.I paused for a bit before redoubling my efforts to grow, my body rewarding me by swelling even further. I watched as my horizon grew more distant, my belly impossibly bloated, stretching and *stretching*. City blocks were gradually being engulfed by darkness, the people on the streets looking up to see me, hundreds of feet across and still growing, round and full but still unmistakably human thanks to my crop top and jeans, still holding on. The skyscraper was larger than me, but I could still grow, and I watched, ever more eager, as I outgrew even that.I had done it. With a beltline in the miles, I had become the biggest thing in the city.But I wanted more.The larger I grew, the faster I swelled. The faster I swelled, the larger I grew. My body creaked and groaned, and I could feel every inch of my skin as it stretched and pulled, the feeling pure bliss. Flapping my hands and feet again I rotated my body downward, turning while I still grew, eventually pointing downward. I was still over the city, a few hundred feet in the air, and positioned perfectly to see my silhouette against the ground. By now I was practically forcing a hurricane down my throat, and I watched as more and more space fell into darkness. I was miles in diameter, and impossible to ignore, everything taut and full yet still with room to grow.So I grew. And grew, and grew. It's not my fault I like being the center of attention.

Tags: Belly Inflation, Male Inflation, Offscreen Popping, belly inflation, farting, gas, male inflation Text: Pete was a tall, buff, blonde haired guy, with a beard looking much like a blonde version of Lou Ferrigno from back in his Hercules days. Pete was a mechanic, the term being used lightly, as to the annoyance of his coworkers Pete was a real slacker. Pete was always on his phone or chatting up the female customers who came in, entrancing them with his bulging biceps or how his shirt strained against the movement of his rounded pecs or even with his sheer height as he beamed down at them his white teeth and pale blue eyes. The other problem with Pete was that with all the protein shakes he drank he farted something chronic and there was nothing the apprentices or even the head mechanic, Barry, could do about it as the owner was never in, leaving them unfortunately to their own devices and with Pete being bigger than all of them had rule over the workshop. Strutting in this one particular morning, late as per usual Pete dropped his protein shake on a bench and headed to the bathroom, phone in hand of course. The apprentices moved aside for the brute as he moved towards the back Barry with Pete gone, quietly watched and waited until he heard the bathroom door close behind Pete. Hurrying over to the unguarded protein shake, Barry removed a box of pills that were meant to help prevent excessive farting and dropped them into the bottle, before shaking it for good measure to make sure the tablets were fully dissolved. Barry didn't care if he had over done it with the pills, he just wanted a day without Pete farting and gloating as everyone else suffered. Barry had wondered if such an overdose would hurt Pete but at the same time he didn't care, the boss never did anything about Pete so it was only fitting that as head mechanic Barry did something himself. Pete emerged from the bathroom 10 minutes later, shook his drink again and downed it, not even noticing any kind of trace of the tablets Barry had slipped in. The other workers simply stood back and waited to see if they worked, Barry having filled them all in. It took a while before Pete felt things moved and they noticed his body language change in the usual manner it usually did before he let off a fart and there was almost a dead silence as they waited. The two apprentices even holding their breath in prayer hoping the pills worked. There was a brrrrtttt sound but it sounded deeper inside than a fart should and Pete shrugged it off, but to the elation of the others there was no smell or gloating from Pete, he just kept going about his work. Throughout the rest of the day, Pete would make quiet occasional brrrtt sounds deep in his gut and he even began to feel cramped and bloated. He shook it off thinking perhaps something he ate wasn't agreeing with him. Clocking off early, as he often did, Pete got in his truck and headed home unaware at the jubilation of his coworkers. Pleased that their plan had worked even if it was somewhat tarnished by the wonderment of how long their liberation would last. The two apprentices expected things to be back to normal tomorrow while Barry was less concerned, having a stock pile of those pills he intended to keep Pete dosed up as long as his supply lasted. Barry did allow a smirk at the internal rumblings they occasional heard whine from Pete, though again he thought of what negative side effects there might be as he could've sworn Pete looked a little bloated by the time he had shot out the door. Pete getting home, laid out on the couch, his massive feet resting on his wooden coffee table, a box of left over pizza beside him and a few cans of beer to chug as he watched TV. After finishing a can of beer, Pete felt the usually rumblings in his tummy and lifted a well muscled leg to vent but again there was brrrrtt from in his gut rather than the usual venting from his butt and Pete frowned, before once again shrugging it off, even though he could've sworn he saw his abs push his shirt up a bit creating a small wedge of exposed flesh between his white tank top and the shorts he'd changed into after work. After polishing off a few more cans and going to fart once again, Pete just heard another brrrrrrttttt and this time he watched as the mound forming on his abs swelled, exposing more of his treasure trail and diminishing abs. "Jesus... all the crap I ate in the last few days must be wreaking havoc on my guts..." Pete grumbled to himself, feeling the mound that had formed. Rubbing it tenderly, Pete decided perhaps was best just to sleep it off. Lumbering up his stairs, Pete stripped down to his jocks and hopped into bed, lying on his back to ease the pressure on the ball of tightness centered on his bloated gut. As the sun finally begun to peak through Pete's blinds, heralding a new day, Pete stretched and squirmed in his bed and with a grin went to do his morning fart only to be jolted fully awake as he heard the grumbling, familiar brrrrrrttt sound in his gut and felt the pressure mount more. "What the fuck....." Pete growled seeing the bulge of his gut was now even bigger than the night before, it almost eclipsed his impressive morning wood bulge from view. Putting a massive paw on his distended gut, Pete grunted as he pushed and worked the mound trying to dissipate the gas and the pressure but nothing worked. Deciding perhaps the bathroom was a better call, Pete headed into his bathroom, glowering at his reflection as his perfect figure was ruined by the beer gut sticking out. Seating himself on the toilet he went about his morning business thinking maybe something he ate had blocked him but everything was working fine in that department. It only confused and aggravated the big man further and he pushed harder, making his face turn red as he tried to vent the gas but all that occurred was another deep brrrrrttt and Pete gasped as his belly bulged out even more making it the biggest bloat he had ever seen on a guy. Changing tact, Pete tried to belch instead hoping that would clear the gas inside but again another deep brrrrt, which left Pete panting his hands pressing against the tight ball trying to push back its expanding circumference. Sitting there confused Pete decided that maybe the best idea was to go to the gym, he hoped all that movement, tension and exercise would finally unblock him. Throwing on his skin tight workout shirt and shorts Pete could see the near basketball sized globe all too well bulging within the shirt, straining its fabric. So Pete threw on a hoodie over his shirt which lessened the obvious bulge. Getting into his truck Pete sped off to the gym, eager to find a solution to his growing problem. Striding into the gym Pete headed straight to the treadmills for a warm up, all the while his mind on his bloated belly as it protested against the jostling about, until Pete couldn't take it anymore and hit the squat rack. Pete knew there was nothing like balls to floor deep squats to get some gas venting and loading the bar up, he removed it from the rack, lying the bar across his thick traps before beginning to squat as deep as he could go, which wasn't as deep as he was used to as his gut pushed against his muscular thighs. Like any normal workout, Pete ignored the discomfort and tried to push past it, working his glutes and thighs which each deep rep. However, the bulge wasn't diminishing beneath his hoodie nor did he feel any closer to a much needed release of the pressure inside him. Frustrated, Pete put the barbell back on the rack, collected his belongings and stormed off to the lockers to get changed. It was embarrassing for him as he struggled to get his gym shoes and shorts off and replace them with work gear his gut limiting his movements. It was thanks to his gut that Pete even slid on his overalls, which he never wore since they were so baggy they hid most of his well sculpted physique, but now the front was a tight fit thanks to his protruding belly. Storming off to his truck, Pete was in a foul mood as he downed his protein shake and was so lost in confusion and rage he forgot the real source of his problem and went to let out a loud belch he felt building but instead all he heard was a loud bbbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtttttt from inside him and he felt the shoulder straps of the overalls pinch as they struggled to contain his swelling mound. Pete froze wide eyed, watching his gut pass basketball size and extended out to almost touching the steering wheel. He looked like he was pregnant with at least twins, his gut was so gigantic. Pete immediately gulped and took mental note not to do that again as another surge of growth would not only make his overalls tighter than they already were, he knew his gut would plough into the steering wheel. How big am I gonna get? Pete wondered to himself in horror, his mind still racking as to how he came to be in this predicament. Sliding his seat further back to allow his gut more space, even though it made driving slightly more awkward, Pete headed off to work, dreading what his coworkers were going to say about his blown up belly as there was no way he could hide it when he looked so pregnant. It also worried him about how taut he felt inside the overalls and he wondered if the shoulder straps were going to last the day the way they were strained so tight trying to hold him in. Arriving at the workshop, Pete came in without saying a word and went straight to work, even though he could feel the gazes of the other mechanics instantly home in on him, more specifically his huge gut. Pete was simmering with rage as he knew their hushed whispers were about him and when they had finally gone off for a smoke break he waddled to the bathroom to take a leak. Getting the shoulder straps unclipped was as difficult as Pete had dreaded, fearing he was going to pop them right off if he wasn't careful, until they were at last undone and he could edge them down over his globe so he could reach down to his cock and relieve himself. This in itself was also a struggled as Pete had to feel around to find it as his cock was well and truly hidden by his bulbous belly. Standing there, at last relieving at least one need, Pete heard his coworkers whispering and sniggering and the more he listened the angrier he got as he overheard Barry admitting to putting tablets in his protein shake the day previous, which was the cause for his current condition. Done with the bathroom, Pete stormed out of the workshop and headed across to the supermarket on the opposite side of the street. Pete was going to show them who was boss and have the last laugh as a he formulated a plan, they had essentially dammed him up but if he could build up enough pressure he should be able to clear it and make them sorry. Lumbering down to the can food aisle, Pete brushed off the stares he got from other customers as they looked at the frightening bulge of his gut barging past. Reaching the baked beans he swept up an armful and headed to the checkouts. After having paid for the beans, Pete didn't even wait to getting back to the workshop before he started downing the cans hungrily, adding fuel to the fire inside him. Pete walked into the workshop just as the others came in from the other side returning from their smoke break. "What's with all the beans?" asked Barry, his tone clearly worried "Well since you blocked me up with your stupid tablets I figure I should unblock myself to teach you little bitches not to fuck with me." snarled Pete, raising both hands up and giving them the finger after dropping the emptied cans into the bin beside him. Right on que a rumble growled inside Pete and a loud brrrrrrrrrrrtttttt groaned from in his gut and he immediately grimaced as his shoulder straps bore even more tightly into his thick shoulders as his belly ballooned outwards. It looked like he had a gym ball swelling underneath his overalls. Pete began to pant feeling the pressure build when another brrrrrrrrrrrtttt growled inside him, forcing him to hold his belly and with a whining pop his shoulder straps blew. Pete moaned with relief, while the others looked on in shock as Pete's overalls fell away exposing his growing belly, his tight white V-neck not even covering half of the swelling globe. "Fuck....look at it bitches.... It's all... gonna get free..." moaned Pete, as with another bbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrttttt his stomach growled and stretched again the pressure mounting more as he begun to feel front heavy. He could no longer reach the front of his gut. "What have you done?" gasped Barry, watching the panting big man struggle against his belly which with another grumbling brrrrrrrrrrrrtttt swelled even larger, it was more than half the big man's size and growing with each internal rumble, soon stretching from his pecs to his thighs, his neck to his calves and it still kept swelling bigger. "That block.... It's gonna... give...." Pete grunted through clenched teeth, half gloating half trying to convince himself as with another loud and deeper brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtttttttttttttttt Pete's belly swelled bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger. The big man was forced against the bench behind him as his belly swelled to the floor and soared above his head. The concrete felt cool to the hot, throbbing globe, electrifying the sensitive super taut skin that fought to keep stretching. "Oh fuck...." Pete moaned as he now could no longer see his coworkers over his gut and with another brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtttt it swelled even bigger! Pete felt his gut pushing against the two cars they had in the work place, pressing against them, making them tilt as it swelled even bigger. The others stood in shock and horror as their workplace was being quickly filled by a hairy, skin colored blimp of a belly. "Fuck..... it's getting... TOO MUCH!!!" Pete struggled to grunt through gritted teeth the pressure inside his gigantic globe becoming greater and greater with each moment, it was so intense and he was so helpless. He couldn't even move anymore as he was now being lifted up by the inflation. Mentally he tried struggled to hold back each brrrrrrrrttt but they kept coming and he kept inflating bigger and bigger. "Someone.... Help... fuck.... I'm gonna.... Explode!" Pete cried out, thinking of how much he was like an overfilled balloon now and now in a panic of how many cans of baked beans he had gorged on. He didn't care about pride as he felt the cars at last flipped by his gut and he knew he'd soon be pressing at the walls and ceiling of the large workshop. Each brrrrrrrtttt now sounded with an ever deeper more thunderous, more threatening growl, which only grew louder and more ominous the more Pete swelled. The other mechanics shaking themselves free of the towering tummy, knew what was coming as the globe that was Pete's belly shuddered and growled more feverishly, the once smooth stretching now ragged and quivering as it struggled to swell more. Closing the back door behind them, the other mechanics left Pete to his fate. Even with their fingers in their ears they could hear Pete's growing, growling gut and his cursing as he struggled against his plight. Crashing and crunching could be heard about the workshop as more was enveloped by Pete's mass, his throbbing, quivering globe now viewable in the rear top windows as it approached the ceiling. "Fuck.... So tight.... So much pressure...it's... not... fucking... stopping!" Pete groaned as his body rumbled and whined as it pressed against the ceiling and he could hear a creaking. Pete begun to wonder whether he'd outgrow the workshop, thinking it was the walls he could hear creaking, when it was in fact his body giving one last signal before with a might KABOOOOOMMMMMM Pete exploded.

Tags: Belly Inflation, Breast Inflation, Butt Inflation, Female Inflation, floating, self inflation Text: It seemed as though Mai's star couldn't rise any higher. After her freak accident trip to the States, she had been an unknown, working lingerie catalogs at the margins of the industry like most "petite" models. Then, in a flash of inspiration, she had discovered a way to increase her bust size without the need for dangerous and illegal breast implants. Her new voluptuous figure had propelled her into the highest tiers of the business, where her Japanese grace and poise gave her a decided advantage over the balloon-brained bimbos she had passed on the way to the top. Mai shivered in the pre-dawn air as she headed for her trailer. It would be a few hours before the sunrise beachfront photo shoot, but she needed to get something done now while things were relatively quiet. After locking the door, she stripped naked and walked to the wooden dresser at the end, where the package was waiting for her. Confirming that the seal was still intact, she opened it and retrieved the secret of her success: a portable air compressor. Originally an off-the-shelf model, she had modified it for reduced airflow speed but higher force, added an internal battery pack so she didn't have to risk plugging it in and blowing a circuit breaker, and attached the outlet to a narrow plastic tube leading to the nipples of a brasserie salvaged from a nursing pump. Despite these alterations, it was still small enough to fit in a largish purse. Mai preferred to pump herself up at home before a shoot, but she had been on location for several days, and had gradually leaked down a cup size, so she had her husband send the pump over by courier. Normally, she waited until she was mostly deflated before filling up again, but people would notice if her designer bikini was hanging loose on her, so she needed to top herself off. After refreshing her figure, she would wrap it right back up and call for another courier to send it back. Secrecy was paramount; if anyone discovered that her figure was "pneumatically enhanced", she'd be laughed back down into underwear ads. With some difficulty, Mai wrestled her breasts into the cups of the bra, carefully squeezing her nipples into the ends of the hose. She flicked a switch on the compressor, and heard a light hiss as her bosom slowly began its climb to the next size up. Less than a minute later, she was back in full bloom, and shut the device back off. But when she tried to get out of the now-tighter bra, Mai realized that she had slightly miscalculated. For while at home she had Martin to unhook the back, there was no one to help her here, and she was neither as strong as her husband nor working at a very convenient angle. As she twisted and contorted, struggling to get some slack, she heard the sound of a key in the trailer door. Mai had no time to think, only act. With lightning speed, she slammed the pump into a dresser drawer and shoved it closed. Standing in front of the drawer, facing it so the hose couldn't be seen, she yelled as the trailer door opened, "Who are you?! What do you want?!" "Relax, babe, it's me." Whew. It was Francoise, her makeup artist, and as gay as they come. Still, letting himself in without permission was inexcusable, and she'd have to speak with her manager about this incident. But what she really needed to do right now was get him out of here, as in her panic she had accidentally bumped the switch on the compressor, and her breasts had resumed their slow expansion. "The supe asked me to check your hair, he doesn't want it falling in front of your cleavage during the sandcastle shots." Her expanding chest strained against the cups. "Well, as you can see, I had it cut short again, so that definitely won't be an issue." "You can say that again, babe. Say, do you hear something hissing?" Francoise always did know how to prolong a conversation. And she'd overfilled herself by a full cup size already. "I put some water on for tea. Francoise, I know you didn't come in here to ogle me, but --" "Say no more, babe, say no more. Just let me know when you want your face put on. Farewell and adieu!" Mai heard him close the door and lock it behind him. She was a little bigger than she'd like, but she could still squeeze into her bikini if she didn't breathe too deeply, and if anyone noticed she could blame the swelling on her cycle. She'd deflate back to optimum size over the next few days anyway. Mai yanked open the drawer -- about an inch, whereupon it stopped short. She jostled it this way and that, but still it wouldn't budge. Slightly worried now, she investigated the problem. Noticing that the wood behind the drawer's face was scratched, she remembered hearing a crunching noise when she had slammed it shut. To her dismay, she realized that the pump had gotten lodged in the dresser, in a place where she couldn't reach it! Mai's bust and anxiety continued to grow as she worked away at this little problem. The tiny side drawer was meant for socks and underwear, and was just large enough to hold the compressor. She was able to work her thin fingers into the gaps around it, but there was not enough space to slide or twist it to any significant degree. And the power switch was in the back, where she had no hope of getting to it. As Mai extracted her fingers from another failed attempt to shut it off, she became aware of something creeping up into her field of view. Glancing downward, Mai was horrified to see her breasts swollen far out of proportion to her body. Even if she stopped inflating right now, she was in trouble! She had never found a way to deflate herself other than just waiting for the air to osmose out naturally. There would be no time for that to happen in the couple of hours before she was due in front of the camera! Even if they could find a swimsuit that would still fit her, her incredible growth would be difficult to explain. And they'd have to fashion her a makeshift top out of beach umbrellas if she didn't stop growing, and FAST! Mai grabbed hold of the bra straps and tried to pull them down, but they had gone rigid from the tension. Next, she turned her attention to the front, but the full-coverage cups could not be peeled off either over or under her bosom. Starting to panic now, she grabbed the plastic tube with both hands and pulled as hard as she could, trying to detach it from where she had superglued it to the compressor. As she strained against the tension, the constricting bra began to interfere with her breathing. Collapsing to her hands and knees, gasping for air, Mai was about to pass out, when with a quiet *whoomp* her chest dropped several cup sizes in an instant. As she caught her breath, she was wondering where the air had gone, when she found that she couldn't quite stand up straight. Feeling behind her, Mai discovered that her ass, hips, and thighs had taken in a substantial portion of the air in her body, and even now were expanding in sympathy with her bust. Mai groaned as her hands surveyed the damage. She knew a decision had just been made for her. For while she could finesse her engorged breasts into other, less prestigious types of modeling, a big butt was career poison. Like it or not, she was going on vacation for a while. She didn't know how many weeks it would take for her rear to resume normal proportions, but she'd just have to wait it out and hope no one questioned her unexplained absence. Her bosom was still too engorged to take the bra off, and Mai was wondering what the hell to try next, when she realized that she could just cut through the air hose. Remembering that her eyebrow scissors were in a plastic cup on her makeup table, she waddled awkwardly towards it -- and was abruptly yanked to a halt as she came to the end of her slack. Reaching for the cup, she found that her hand was well short of the lip. Even when she turned sideways, her outstretched fingertips were still a few tantalizing millimeters shy of reaching their target. "Fine," she thought to herself, "I'll just grab it between my toes." But the air in her hips and outer thighs held her legs together with pneumatic force, preventing her from spreading them sideways. When she turned away and extended a leg backwards, she lost her balance and fell over. And turning to face the table twisted the plastic tube around her, taking up enough slack that she still couldn't reach the cup with her outstretched foot. Exasperated, Mai was about to give up, when one more idea came to mind. The makeup table was too heavy for her to move, but unlike the dresser, it wasn't bolted down. She moved toward the table as close as she could, and, turning to face away, thrust her hips backwards. The rebound almost knocked her off balance, but he heard rattling behind her, and turned to see that she had jostled the table's contents, although not the cup. Again, she thrust herself against the table, knocking over a bottle of nail polish. Over and over, she bumped her ballooning butt into the table, tentatively at first, then with greater and greater force. As her ass continued to grow and firm up, she had a progressively harder time keeping herself stable after each thrust. One last bounce sent her stumbling halfway across the room, and she quickly turned to survey the effect. Back and forth, the cup wobbled, teetering precariously on its near edge -- and then toppling in the other direction, spilling its contents far out of reach. Mai had to bite her lower lip to keep from screaming. As she agonized over her terrible luck, she noticed that she was involuntarily bending at the hips, as her burgeoning buttocks expanded into her lower back. Realizing that for the second time in her life, she was losing control of her body to inflation, Mai grimly resolved this time to fight it with everything she had. Bracing her hands against her knees, she gritted her teeth as she strained against the pressure fighting to bring her thighs up to her torso. Her entire body quivered with tension as her protruding ass became rock-hard from overpressurization, bending her lower spine into a curve as the inexorable influx of air fought for room to expand. Just as Mai was wondering whether her arms would snap like twigs before her butt blew itself to bits, she heard another *whoomp* as again the pressure in her body abated. The sudden loss of tension knocked her off balance, toppling her onto her back. As she struggled to get to her feet, she saw the curve of her stomach rising between her bosom like a sunrise over a pair of hills. This time, Mai couldn't stop herself from screaming. For while up to now the changes to her body had been reversible, if her ballooning belly got stretch marks, her career would be over! Starting to panic now, Mai ran back through all her failed attempts to separate herself from the pump. She clawed at the back of the brasserie, but the hooks had twisted together from the strain. She tore at the front, but the cups would not stretch over her massive bosom. She shook the drawer until her fingers felt like they would fall off, but it refused to budge. Turning around, she ran to the end of her slack, straining against the restraint like a plow ox, but she might as well have tried to pull down the Hoover dam. Finally, inspiration struck her. Grabbing a length of tube, she tied it into a slipknot and pulled it tight with all her might. Slowly, ever-so-slowly, the the airflow was choked off until it hissed to a stop. Mai cursed herself for not thinking of this in the first place. Oh well, she thought to herself, she had other things to worry about. She had to get out of this bra, out of the trailer, and to her car without being seen. She could hide out with her husband, out of public view, while she looked for a plastic surgeon who wouldn't ask awkward questions. If she couldn't find one... well, all she could do was wait a few months for the gas to pass out on its own, and hope she hadn't slipped too far down the modeling ladder in the meantime. She knew she should get moving, but vanity got the best of her. Grabbing a hand mirror from the dresser top, she inspected her tumescent belly for signs of stretch marks. As Mai was obsessing over her appearance, another danger was brewing. The compressor was still running, and with the air's outlet blocked, the motor was encountering lots of resistance. As the internal friction mounted, heat began to radiate outward. A bottle of nail polish remover was jammed in the back of the drawer, and as the ethyl acetate boiled, the plastic bottle softened until it sprung a leak, spraying the volatile, superheated liquid all over the thin, gauzy fabric inside the drawers. Mai shrieked in terror as the wooden dresser suddenly burst into flames. Panicked, she screamed for help before remembering that she'd demanded a soundproof trailer, and furthermore that the last thing she wanted was for someone to barge in right now. Pulling against the tube once again, she found that it was softer and stretchier from the heat, and she made some progress toward the door before having a horrible vision: losing her footing, being yanked off her feet by the elastic restraint, flying toward the raging inferno... Quickly, Mai shuffled forward until the tension had abated. It looked like she'd just have to wait this out. Fortunately, the fire didn't seem to be spreading, and once the dresser was charcoal at least she could get the damned pump out. Rivulets of sweat ran down Mai's body as the dresser continued to burn. As she nervously stood there with her hands on her hips, she noticed that those hips had resumed expanding under her hands. Shocked, she inspected the knot in the tube, but it looked as tight as ever. And the device had to be a lump of molten plastic by now, so how could... to her horror, Mai realized that she wasn't being pumped up with more air, but that the air already in her body was heating and expanding! Her hips, thighs, and rear blossomed to Callipygean proportions. Her burgeoning belly developed a vast and intricate array of stretch marks. Her chest returned to and surpassed its former glorious size, and when the nursing-pump bra could not accommodate any more expansion, her lungs again began to compress. Just before Mai would have suffocated under her own cleavage, she heard a *SQUIP* noise and felt a release of pressure. Gulping for air, she was wondering what part of her body had blown up this time, when she look down and saw that her boobs were hanging free of the bra! They must have gotten so slippery with sweat that they squirted out the top! She knew she couldn't pull the bra off over them or under her belly, but now that the tension was off she could unhook the clasps! Reaching behind her, she found that they were warped from the heat and force; she would have to bend them open one by one. As she worked at them, she mouthed a silent prayer to the Japanese gods that she could still fit her ballooned body through the trailer door. When dawn came and Mai was nowhere to be found, her angry supervisor told Francoise to drag her out of her trailer even if she was still naked. Mai had just broken the last hook and dropped the bra at her feet when she heard the door open behind her. With a whoosh, the hot compressed air in the trailer rushed to the exit, plucking her off her feet and carrying her screeching with it. If Francoise had been of the heterosexual persuasion, he might have appreciated the sight of a tiny Asian woman's enormous backside flying toward him. As it was, he barely managed to duck out of the way in time as Mai squeaked through the door. For several seconds, all she could do was shiver as her body acclimated to the chilly dawn climate. When she came to her senses, Mai found that she had come to rest... but not on the ground! For she had so much hot air in her body that she had achieved buoyancy, and even now she was beginning to ascend. "Help me! Somebody please help!" By the time her supervisor got to the scene, Mai was almost out of reach. Jumping, he got hold of a foot -- but the sweat-slicked appendage slipped out of his grasp. And like the world's smallest and most beautiful hot-air balloon, Mai rose into the morning sky, drifting away until she was just a dot disappearing against the sunrise.

Tags: Belly Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, celebrity, hose, water Text: Lindsay Lohan comes storming in to Hilary Duff's apartment. It's midnight, in the middle of the summer, and Hilary is startled since she finished filming her next movie, trying to get some sleep, and is loudly interrupted while trying to fall asleep. "...huh...wha...who are you? what are you doing?" Hilary asks groggily. "Oh don't play dumb with me," Lindsay says irritated. "Lindsay? Lindsay Lohan? What the hell are you doing here? In my apartment? In the middle of the night?" "You know what I'm here for. I'm here to take you out. I'm sick of you getting all the good roles for teenage actresses. You getting all the fame. And especially for you stealing my boyfriend." "Steal your boyfriend? I didn't steal your boyfriend, he came to me. It's not my fault. He probably left you cause you were getting fat," Hilary insulted back while she prodded the bit of tummy that was hanging over Lindsay's pants. Even though it was midnight, it was also the summer, and in Los Angeles it's pretty hot during the summer, and it's still pretty warm at night. So Lindsay came over dressed in all black; a pair of black denim pants and a tight black tank-top. And Lindsay couldn't deny it either, she had been putting on a lot of weight. When people started criticizing her when she appeared on Punk'd, she finally noticed all the weight she had been putting on. She knows that she was probably 20 to 30 pounds heavier than what she looks in the movies. "Yeah, that's right. You're a fat pig," Hilary continued with the insults. "Why don't you just go back to your own apartment, and start pigging out because you're depressed that your boyfriend left." "You little bitch. Just wait, when I get done with you, I think you'll be the one who looks like a fat pig." And with that, Lindsay showed what she was concealing behind her back. It was a hose. A garden hose. And first, she hooked it up to Hilary's faucet, and then came back, and punched Hilary in the face. Hilary fell on the floor, and grabbed her face. Lindsay quickly shoved the hose in Hilary's mouth, and proceeded to look for some tape. She found some duct tape, and went back to Hilary, but to her surprise Hilary was on her feet, the hose out of her mouth, and returned with a punch of her own. Lindsay fell quickly on the floor, and Hilary took advantage by shoving the hose in Lindsay's mouth, and duct taping it shut around her mouth. Lindsay, still hurt and on the ground, began frantically to get the tape off and the hose out. But Hilary went to the faucet, and turned to the water on full blast. Lindsay's face went shocked, her cheeks filled with water, and then it began to slide down her throat. Hilary, breathing heavily, looked at Lindsay with a slight chuckle, and said mockingly, "Looks like your plan backfired. I guess you're just be bigger than ever." And it really was no lie. Lindsay suddenly stopped tugging at the tape and her hands went down to her belly, which was already slightly exposed, and felt that it was expanding. 'Oh no,' she thought. 'I was supposed to make her blow up like a human water balloon, not me!' Her belly quickly expanded further, as more water was forced down. She looked like she was pregnant, which was her worst fear as a teenager. She hated imagining herself with a huge stomach, and then she struggled frantically to get the duct tape off, to make her nightmare stop becoming a reality. Slowly, her stomach was getting bigger and bigger, being filled with the water. It was hard for her to choose between cradling her newly-bloated belly and trying to push it back in, or trying to remove the tape from her mouth. Hilary figured her job was done, that she had won, and so she went to the bathroom to take care of her face. This left Lindsay alone in her predicament. She managed to get herself up, but she struggled to keep balance with her new center of gravity. Her stomach was expanding at a constant rate, and if she didn't get the water stopped soon, she knew she'd be in huge trouble (pin intended). As she fondled with the layers of duct tape, she felt a sudden pain as her jeans stopped giving slack and her belt began cutting into her stomach. She quickly looked down, but her belly was in the way, so she had to guess at where the buckle was. No luck. She couldn't get it off. As her belly grew, the belt kept cutting more and more into her. Luckily for Lindsay, the belt gave way before her gut, and the belt exploded off her jeans, as well as the button on her jeans. The zipper went down, and her belly surged forward as there was no more restraint. It looked much larger now that it was free to expand. Her shirt continued to ride up over the arc of her belly, exposing every bit of belly flesh. Her stomach was huge, and she even felt boobs fill up a little bit. She finally got the tape off, her stomach must've looked like she overdue with about 4 or 5 babies. Her hips were widened quite a bit to let her belly expand in many directions. Her breats expanded quite a bit as well, and were about double D cups, but there was no restraint there, as she didn't wear a bra. But she managed to walk close to the bathroom, with Hilary just noticing, and actually belly-bumped Hilary to the ground with her now gravid stomach. As painfully for Hilary, it felt extremely weird for Lindsay; moving around a huge belly sloshing full of water. But now instead of duct taping Hilary's mouth, she duct taped Hilary's hands behind her back. Then she proceeded placing the hose in her mouth, and figured there was no need for duct tape now. Hilary was lying stomach down on the floor, arms and hands behind her back, with a hose in her mouth with water on full blast shooting down her throat. And then she began to feel its effects as well. She soon felt herself rise off the floor a bit as her belly expanded. The carpet was starting to itch her stomach, as she was wearing a small, tight midriff to sleep in, as well as a pair of short-shorts. Since she was shorter than Lindsay, the water got through her a lot quicker. She began to fill up within seconds. "Oh, yes, Hilary, it looks like the tables have turned. You may have won the battle," Lindsay said as she rubbed her new stomach and patted it. "But you lost the war. I think I'm gonna let you get real big..." There were practically tears in Hilary's eyes. She was being bloated with water, her stomach getting bigger by the second, and with her hands tied up behind her back, there was nothing she could do but struggle to get free, but she knew even if she did, Lindsay was right there, with a huge belly of her own, to just sit on her and tape her up again. As her face showed a lot of panic, she could easily feel her belly start to spread across the floor as it grew bigger. "Aww, are you getting too big?" Lindsay said mockingly. "Here, I'll roll you off your big belly so you can see yourself get huge." And Lindsay, with the weight and size of her belly makind it difficult to bend down, eventually got down, and pushed Hilary onto her back. Hilary was now lying on her own hands, so she knew she's never get free now. Lindsay took full advantage of it by doing weird things to freak her out even more. "Well, Hilary, you brought this on yourself," Lindsay said, where she then began rubbing Hilary's own expanding belly. She placed her hand on the top of Hilary's dome of a belly, and began the mocking. "Oh, did you feel that, I think the baby's kicking! Oo, I feel another one! You're gonna be a good mother, Hilary, I can tell. Oh? What's that you say? You still have many months to go? How big are you gonna get!?" Lindsay began laughing, and her belly started jiggling. She noticed that and stopped. Hilary did indeed look pregnant. Not quite as big as Lindsay, but both she and Lindsay knew that she was going to get a lot bigger. Lindsay began rubbing Hilary's belly once again. Hilary then let out a few moans. Lindsay then took the hose out of Hilary's mouth, for the time being. "What was that you say?" Lindsay questioned. "Please, Lindsay, stop, I'm sorry, you win, I get it. You're the better actress, you're the hotter one, you should get all the guys, is that what you want to hear?" "It is nice to hear, since it is the truth. But you need to be taught a lesson. Don't think you're going to get off easy. Not only did you do everything before, but you also did this," Lindsay said, then pointed to her enormous belly. "I only did that because you were going to do that to me. Does it matter? We're both huge now. No companies are gonna want us in movies anymore. We're both just water balloons now, the only job we're gonna get is like, roles as pregnant women." "Well, then, Hilary, I guess you're just gonna have to end up doing jobs like that; once you get down to a reasonable size. I'm a lot bigger than you now, but I won't be for long. I'll shrink down a lot quicker than you. You think I'm big? You don't know what big is. Here, I'll give you your last one of these." And to what seemed to be the Kiss of Death, Lindsay went face to face with Hilary, and began to make out with her. Hilary couldn't do anything to prevent it, and feeling Lindsay tongue in her mouth was very indifferent for her. She was very worried now; she didn't want her last kiss to be a lesbian-like kiss from her rival teenage actress. After about 30 seconds of passionate kissing, Lindsay got up on her knees again. "Shucks, Hilary, you're a good kisser," Lindsay said sort of sarcastically. "Maybe it'd be better if I wasn't filled with water and awaiting my probable doom or life as a human blimp." "Good analogy. But that doesn't matter now. You're probably gay or bi, anyway," Lindsay laughed, as a final insult. "But now it's time to finish it. You're gonna make that girl from Willy Wonka look like an ant." And with that, Lindsay shoved the hose back into Hilary's mouth, patted Hilary's stomach, and got up and watched her enemy's stomach and soon to be rest of her body fill with water. Lindsay herself looked liked she was going to pop, her belly was so big. She had to keep one hand on her back to keep her stomach balanced so she wouldn't fall. She watched silently, as she rubbed her own stomach with her other hand, and as Hilary Duff, the girl she grew up with as friends, who was now her most hated rival, blimp out. She decided it would look better if Hilary wasn't lying on the ground, so she managed to help her up, with much difficulty, since Hilary's belly was now almost double the size as Lindsay's, and then Lindsay threw her on a couch. This took a lot of energy out of Lindsay, as she wiped away a brow of sweat and a loose bang of hair from her face. "Well, this will save you the embarassment of looking like a beached whale on the floor." Lindsay looed at the clock and then down at her stomach. "Damn, looks like I'm gonna have to stay here awhile, it won't be easy trying to drive home in a convertable with a giant belly blocking my way to the steering wheel, let alone me trying to fit in." Hilary was barely listening, as she was looking down at her belly, with her hands behind her back, struggling, panicing, and she tried to free her hands, but couldn't, and was just worrying about the huge dome of belly that was in her lap, spreading her legs apart slowly. Her belly was gigantic; she looked overdue with who knows how many babies. Like Lindsay, her breasts, too, had begun to get bigger, with some excess fluid exscaping to her boobs. Lindsay looked on, intrigued. "You know, Hilary...that kiss wasn't that bad. We've got some time to spare..." Hilary looked at Lindsay, kinda worried, but a little turned on inside. Lindsay removed the hose from Hilary's mouth, and once again began making out with her. This is where Hilary and Lindsay finally discovered their true, lesbian emotions. For the next hour or so, Lindsay amd Hilary began making out, and then periodically putting the hose back in Hilary's mouth. Hilary took up the whole couch, her body had fully expanded, everything engulfed by her huge stomach, so she was basically a huge ball with a head, two hands, and two feet. Lindsay just lied on Hilary's stomach and waited to take the hose out of Hilary's mouth. The tape had long since ripped, by her belly was so large her hands couldn't reach her face anyway. Lindsay actually got a bit jealous of Hilary, and took the hose out of Hilary's mouth, and placed it back in her own. "Lindsay, what are you doing?" Lindsay took the hose out of her mouth. "You're just so big, it's turning me on. I want to be like you, now." She put the hose back in her mouth. "No, Lindsay, don't, just keep the belly you have now. I like you with that big preggo-belly. Let me be your water balloon-babe, and you can have that belly of your own. Please? Put the hose in my mouth again. Just fill my up as large as I can go. I wanna be the biggest water balloon ever! I've always dreampt of something like this. I just never thought it could come true. C'mon, Lindsay. Fill me up. Don't stop until I pop!" Lindsay removed the hose from her mouth to speak again. "Alright, Hilary, you asked for it. Don't make it seem like I'm small, either. I'm bigger than your average teenage babe." "You are a babe," Hilary said back. "And you're my personal blimp. Just let me fill myself up a little more?" "Fine, but I want yo to be able to walk. One of us has to! All I can do is be rolled like that blueberry girl." Lindsay was turned on by that image. "Oh, if you were filling with blueberry juice, I would roll you around like the Oompa Loompas so bad, I'd do the squeezing myself. Just let me add some more to myself." Lindsay put the hose back in her mouth for the final time. Her final ballooning made her jeans rip off her body, leaving her in her Victoria's Secret black panties, and her tight tank-top, which was very wet, hugging the top of her belly and her EE size breasts, which you could almost see due to her shirt being wet. But her belly was a sight to see. If you measured it, it would be about 80 to 85 inches around. For someone not the size of a human blimp like her new lover Hilary Duff, she could've been mistaken for one of the biggest pregnant woman you'd ever seen. But she was a beautiful pregnant-looking woman. Amazingly, only her belly bloated up, a little in her breasts, barely any in her butt, and nothing anywhere else. She finally took the hose out of her own mouth, and placed it in Hilary's, not before kissing her, and letting her expand as large as she wanted. And both of them loved their new lives, turning their hatred to their common hidden fetish. After all, why do you think Lindsay intended on blowing up Hilary in the first place? She just got lucky Hilary felt the same way. These were the real confessions of two teenage drama queens.

Tags: Breast Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Clean Popping, balloon, blowkiss, helium, self inflation Text: The place: Rigemore High School The time: About noon The mood: Boring Dan Olan looked up from his comic book as the class president (Paul Unkin) came over to him during study hall. "What's up Paul?" Dan asked. "Remember you wanted to help with the Prom?" Paul said. "We just picked the committees." "Yeah? What committee am I on?" "Let me see " Paul brought out a list of names and ran his name down to Dan. "Dan Olan Decoration committee chairman." Paul said. "Sounds good. Who else is chairing the committee?" Paul looked at the list again. "Debbie Ragner." "Wow!" Dan exclaimed. Debbie Ragner was a beautiful senior with jet black hair and an extremly well proportioned body. "Yup. You're one lucky dog." Paul said. "The decorating starts after-school today. Make sure to be there so you get your prom ticket discount." "You can count on me." Dan said and returned to his comic. That afternoon Rigemore High Gymnasium Debbie and Dan organized the people on who would do what, and they got right to work. "This is great!" He told Debbie. "For once, we seniors are finally getting respect from the other grades." Dan stared at her chest every moment that Debbie wasn't looking at him. "Uh-huh." Debbie yawned. "I want to do something." Dan looked puzzled. "Why? All's we have to do is make sure everything is running smoothly and efficiently." "We should help out." Debbie said. "Aww come on " Dan said, but Debbie walked over to the few guys blowing up balloons. The guys over there started whispering to each other. "Psst! Check out those balloons!" One said. "Ha! We should hang her up!" As they chuckled to themselves. Debbie grabbed a red balloon from the bag. Dan came over to stare at her breasts some more. He watched slack-jawed as her huge chest rose and fell with each breath. A puddle of drool even started to appear on the floor. Then, something made him close his mouth. He saw that her chest seemed to be growing. He rubbed his eyes and watched again. Yep. He was right. Her chest was rising with the inflation of the balloon. The balloon was about 6", but her bust looked about 20". It was stretching her button shirt out. Suddenly she stopped, and Dan looked up just as Debbie turned her head toward him. "Is this big enough?" She asked. Dan smiled. "No. Keep blowing." She resumed blowing into the balloon. Her chest now expanding to the shirt's limits. The balloon was now 12" and her bust at about 30". "Big enough?" She asked. "Nope." Dan replied. She blew more into the balloon. Her buttons on her shirt ripped off exposing her stretched out bra holding her ballooning chest. Dan looked around and saw that no one else even cared that there was a girl's breasts inflating. Then there was a rip and Debbie's bra had ripped open. The balloon was almost full and her chest seem the same way. "Big enough?" She asked again. "Not yet." Again, she blew into the balloon. The balloon was full and the nozzle/mouth end was starting to inflate. Meanwhile, her nipples popped out and started bulging out like the balloon's nozzle. Dan could see right through the balloon and he could also see right through her bust. "Keep going." He said. He was anxious to see what would happen. Debbie stopped. "Wasn't I supposed to put helium in this?" She asked and let the air out of the balloon. Her chest remained the same size though. She attached the balloon to the helium tank and turned it on. Her bust expanded even further and started rising into the air. Then, they were so big she just lifted off the ground. She was being pulled up by her gigantic tits. They kept getting bigger, and soon she hit the ceiling. Meanwhile, the balloon on the tank reached its capacity, and it popped with a loud BANG! Then Dan looked up and saw Debbie's breasts POP and she fell onto him. She stood up and brushed herself off. Dan saw that her clothes and chest were back to normal. "A little too much I guess." Debbie said. Dan wondered what that was all about. She acted like nothing even happened. About an hour later the gym was done and everyone else had left. Dan and Debbie stayed behind to finish locking up. Debbie walked over to Dan. "Dan I have some more balloons for you to blow up." She said. "Huh?" He asked. She unbuttoned her shirt and snapped open her bra. Where her breasts were, there were two small bulges. "Two little pink balloons." She said. "Wha?" Dan gulped. She wrapped her arms around him and put her mouth real close to his. "You know what I want " She said. Dan unzipped his pants. Debbie gave him a light slap. "No. Not that." He pulled his pants up and then he understood. He placed his mouth over hers, and he blew hard. Her bulges on her chest slowly expanded like balloons. He felt her balloon-breasts against his body and they felt like rubber. They were about the size they started out as before they were just little bulges. She pulled her mouth away for a sec and yelled, "Blow me up more!" He blew more and her bust started pushing his body away from hers. Then they were about 50" and he couldn't reach her mouth. "I might as well tell you." She said. "I'm really a 'Blow-up Doll'. No one >understands me or can see my inflation but you." "Really? Woah." Dan said amazed. "Now, make me a balloon!" She said, and laid down. Dan went to her mouth and continued blowing. Her bust rounded out and her belly started to bulge through her shirt. Her ass ripped through her pants. Her balloon-parts (Breasts, belly, and buttocks) grew to huge proportions and met, making her a round, ink ball with arms, legs, and a head. Dan backed away from her. "Now for me to return to normal size." She said. Dan saw her expand even more, taking up her limbs and head. Then there was a huge POP! And she was standing next to him. "Thanks for the blow-up job boy." She said and walked off, inflating her butt slowly under her pants. Dan, still confused, remained in the gym for 10 minutes after she left still thinking about what just happened.

Tags: Belly Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Male Inflation, Implied Popping, chemical, revenge, soda Text: Jamie sighed. It was nearly eight o'clock, and she had begun to regret having accepted Bob's invitation to meet for dinner. She hadn't seen him for quite a while, and remembered him as being rather dull. In fact, the only memorable event she recalled with any clarity was the "molotov cocktail" she'd given him. Bored to tears on their first (and only) date, she'd fed him salted peanuts, potato chips and pretzels. Then, she had offered an outrageously thirsty Bob a huge pitcher of a bland concoction consisting of water and the contents of a large box of baking soda. After gagging it down, she'd poured him a tall glass of vinegar, which he quaffed in an instant. The results were hilarious! Bob's face screwed strangely, then his eyes bulged as the acidic vinegar mixed with the basic baking soda solution. The sudden release of gas in his stomach was dramatic. His newly-formed belly exploded from his shirt, sending buttons flying across the room. As she laughed hysterically, her rapidly-expanding escort tried to hold the ballooning protuberance in both hands, with little success. Just as it appeared that he would burst, he shook violently, then released the most impressive belch she'd ever heard. By that time, tears were streaming down her face. Humiliated, Bob had left in a huff. So much for THAT date! Jamie pulled a white wool sweater over her head, pondering whether or not to tuck it into her slacks. She decided upon the casual look, and simply let it hang loosely over the drawstring waistband. Glancing once more in the mirror, she adjusted her makeup, and halfheartedly patted at her hair. It was only Bob; no sense in fussing about appearance. At that moment, the doorbell rang. Wonderful, she thought. I hope that this evening turns out better than our last one together! She took her time walking to the door. Sighing again, she opened it. Her jaw nearly hit the floor. There, framed in the doorway, stood a Greek god. "Bob?" she asked incredulously, as the titan smiled at her with perfect teeth. "Yes, it's me! How've you been, Jamie? It's been a long time!" He brought a fragrant bouquet of roses from behind his back, handing it to her with a grin. "Ah....ah..." Jamie stammered, "thanks! I mean, you look great! I mean --" Bob laughed, enjoying her flustered reaction. "Surprised, huh? I've been working at improving my image, ever since our last date!" Jamie cast her gaze downward, embarrassed. "Oh, you remembered that," she mumbled. "I'm sorry about what I did, really..." Bob stepped forward and hugged her. "No need to apologize," he smiled. "I thought about it for a while, then saw the humor in it." Jamie looked up at him. "I promise, this evening won't end like that." "I know it won't. I've got something else for you." Jamie's eyes brightened. "You do? Really?" "Yes, but not now...let's wait just a bit." A weight seemed to have been lifted from Jamie's shoulders. Talk about luck! She led the young Adonis into the living room. She reached for the stereo, raising the volume of the station to which she'd been listening. Seeing his expression, she shrugged. "Don't worry about the neighbors...a bomb could go off in here, and the sound wouldn't carry." That seemed to put his mind at ease. "Would you like a drink?" "That'd be great! Got anything with carbonation?" "What? Like champagne?" "Nah...any soda would be fine." "Sure! Be back in a moment," she replied, heading for the kitchen. As she left the room, Bob reached into his shirt pocket. Grinning, he rolled the small pellet between his fingers. When Jamie re-entered, he quickly palmed the pill, patting the cushions next to him on the sofa. His hostess smiled coyly, poured two glasses of cola, then took her place at his side. "So! What have you been up to for all this time?" she inquired, sipping her softdrink. "Well...I became a chemist. But, I'm so boring...let's talk about you. Um...got any snacks?" Jamie shrugged, left, then returned with a bowl of salted peanuts. Bob took a handful, ate one, then fed one to her. "I love these! Don't you?" As they chatted, Jamie realized that she was getting very thirsty. She gulped down the remainder of her drink, ignoring the carbonation. She poured another glass. "Have some more peanuts," offered Bob. After finishing five glasses of soda, Jamie began to feel slightly bloated. She held her hand lightly to her stomach, and was surprised to find a small belly forming. She could still feel the gas being released inside of her. Bob noticed, too; he raised her sweater just enough to reveal the rounded pinkness beneath, then rested a warm hand on it. He could feel the bubbles bursting below the surface. "Time for your second surprise," he smiled. Gently, he released the drawstring at her waist, then moved the material down, until her perfect, inviting navel was exposed. He took the pellet he had palmed, placed it inside her well-shaped bellybutton, covered it with his index finger, then pushed. The pressure in her navel sent shivers of delight through Jamie. Her girth rose to meet the digit, puffing slightly as it engulfed Bob's finger. A gurgling noise emanated from deep within her stomach, shortly followed by another, and yet another. In a moment, the noise was accompanied by a subtle hissing. Jamie shuddered deliciously, closed her eyes, and sat back. "Mmmmmm....what is this? I feel....wonnnnnderful," she elongated the word, grinning like a Cheshire cat. She rubbed her bulging stomach, reveling in its cool, smooth roundness. Even though Bob had removed his finger, the growth hadn't stopped. If anything, it was increasing. Jamie moaned slightly as her belly thrust upward and outward, gurgling and hissing as it swelled. The filling had reached her bosom, which had twitched once before joining suit. The ballooning spread to her arms, and they began to stand out from her rapidly-inflating chest. "Bob...this is incredible...oh!" Her distended belly began to stretch into her thighs. In moments, almost all remnants of her body definition had disappeared. The pressure was immense. And still it didn't stop. Bob was laughing, patting her bloat with one hand while repeatedly worrying a small spot just below her navel until it reddened from the irritation. "Like it? I developed it just for you. The pellet reacts with any gas inside you, systematically doubling the volume every couple of minutes. The more bloated you are, the quicker you'll grow." Jamie was in ecstasy. "Mmmmm....thanks for creating something just for me...mmmmmm...oh, I could go on like this forever!!" She sighed happily as she chewed and swallowed the peanuts Bob had been feeding her. "Oh, I don't think so." Bob gently rested his hands on the sides of Jamie's enormous bulk. The carnation dirigible had loomed vast, overtaking the couch, stretching across the modest room. Her skin had grown taut and quite warm, and had begun to show signs of stress. Bob watched as a tiny bubble appeared on her magnificent belly, almost like a small blister, in the inflamed area just below her distorted navel. Jamie shifted slightly. The gurgling subsided, and the accompanying hiss began to wane. He fed her another peanut. "You must be terribly thirsty, after all that salt," Bob remarked, increasing the volume of the stereo. He poured a tall glass of soft drink for her, then held it to her lips. Jamie took a small sip. The gurgling resumed. The hissing returned, louder than before. The tortured bubble widened, and her belly shuddered ominously. Bob smiled. "That's it," he cooed, reassuringly, as she gulped deeply. "Have some more soda."

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Male Inflation, huge, inhale Text: They stood outside in a field, she in a blue and aqua diving suit and he in a button-up shirt and jeans, both barefoot."On the count of three," she said, "we both breathe in as hard as we can."He nodded. "Okay. I'm ready.""One...""Two...""THREE!"Their mouths opened wide as they sucked in air, and immediately their stomachs billowed out, buttons popping off of his shirt. Both their backsides grew larger and rounder, their thighs thickening and giving them pear shapes. This lasted for but a moment until the air filled their upper torsos, his pecs and her breasts swelling and rising up before their forearms grew wider. The curves of their bodies smoothed as they widened, limbs turning to stiff cones before rounding out to low domes, and his shirt tore apart and fell away as they became round parodies of the human form, as wide as they were formerly tall.They continued to pull in gas, watching the other as they grew higher and rounder. Within seconds they were the size of weather balloons, bellies approaching each other as the feet shot by. They were three stories high, then four; their bodies touched, and they both smiled inwardly as they began to press against the other, their growth forcing them apart.Despite the isolation of the field, their rapidly inflating bodies began to draw attention. The first ones to spot them were other travelers on the road nearby, not expecting to see two blimps as they drove past. The sharper ones among them, however, noticed that one of the blimps had two unmistakable bulges on the top and the other was partially and uncannily flesh-toned. All, however, realized that they were visibly and rapidly growing.For their part they cared little who saw them, only focused on getting bigger. The horizons of their bodies grew further as their vision rose higher, the only point of reference the other's head as they became more distant. From deep within them came a low, sibilant hissing that grew in volume with their own volumes, now too large to be any man-made balloon. Their still-increasing sizes and movement caused by their pressing against the other meant that, inevitably, many in the nearby city spotted the two bodies in the distance, larger than even the tallest building.Unconcerned with the state of the world around them the couple pushed their bodies ever wider, their rounded undersides bowling over trees and flattening whatever buildings were unlucky enough to be in their path. Their heads were soon among the clouds, bodies casting long shadows and letting out deep hissing that was ominously audible from a ways away. People could only watch in awe and fear as the gas-filled mountains grew to miles in height, few if any aware that they were humans stretched to absurd degrees.As the curve of the blue and aqua one began to loom ominously over the city, threatening to crush it should it grow any further, the two began to rock and sway and, just as mysteriously as they appeared, they slowly lifted into the air, drifting through the atmosphere in defiance of their titanic size. From far above he looked down at the Earth, spotting his shadow against the terrain, and hers. He slowly rotated, flapping his hands and feet more as a placebo than to aid his movement, watching as the texture of her overstretched diving suit moved past before finding her head. Each bumped into the other, foreheads touching painlessly before floating back about two feet, laughing at their awkwardness."It's nice up here," she said."Yeah," he replied. "It's quiet. The view is good, too."She nodded, smiling. "We should do this again some time."

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Male Inflation, Clean Popping Text: It had been just over a week since Elliot had been taken from the balloon store to his new home and he could hardly believe how quickly he had taken to his new existence. He felt like he should have found the whole experience a bit more degrading-being a human balloon was hardly empowering. But he loved the feeling of being an empty, immobile sphere of air, with his rubbery skin stretched nearly as far as it could go. He loved belonging to Dianna, as playful and gentle an owner as a balloon could ask for. She played with him every day, filling him with helium to walk him through town or filling him with oxygen to toss him around the backyard. Her parents wouldn't let her keep a giant balloon in the house and Dianna wouldn't risk leaving him outside, so he spent his nights deflated and folded up in her bedroom closet. But this just meant that every morning he got to be reinflated from an empty skin to an enormous ball. As Dianna walked through the park on a fine summer day he felt totally at peace floating above her. He saw another human balloon floating its way toward him, and while he lacked the capacity to smile at his fellow balloon, let alone wave, he hoped the other guy was enjoying the day as much as he was. But his peaceful feeling vanished as he saw who was holding the balloon, and he cringed inside as she recognized Dianna and jogged over. Elissa, the girl who had bought six balloons to pop while Elliot had floated in the store, had come over to talk to Dianna. "Hey, Di, I see you've got yourself a balloon! I'm surprised, I didn't think you'd come around!" "Oh, yes," Dianna responded happily. "I did think it was kind of weird, and I wasn't sure I'd really want one. But this purple balloon boy was so cute floating in the store and I just had to have him. We've been having so much fun ever since." Dianna enthusiastically waved Elliot's string around, sending him into some excited acrobatics. "Well, I'm so glad. So..." Elissa lowered her voice mischievously. "Have you thought about how you're going to pop him?" Elliot wasn't surprised to hear the conversation take this turn but he was still less than happy about it. Dianna took a step back. "Umm, pop him? What do you mean?" "You know, pop him! Blow him up till he pops, stick him with a pin! Hey, why don't we pop our balloons together? I'll buy you another one if you want." Elliot couldn't see Dianna's reaction over his ballooned body but at least Dianna sounded unhappy about the idea. "I really don't think I want to pop him. I mean, I'm having so much fun with him! Besides, I'd feel terrible about popping him. He's done nothing but be a good balloon, so why treat him like that?" Elissa sighed. "Dianna, let me tell you about human balloons. They were people like you and me once, but now they're toys. They're big, empty balls of air for us to play with. We can do whatever we want and they can't do anything about it." She jerked on her string for emphasis, causing her balloon to wobble in place. He was incapable of any form of physical expression but Elliot thought he saw a defeated look in his eyes. "You don't have to feel bad for them, no matter what you do, because they're just our toys. They're delicate, helpless things that can only survive as long as we let them. And believe me..." Elissa drew a pin from her purse and ran it's tip gently along her balloon, causing him to close his eyes and wait for the end, "it's sooooo much fun to pop them. One minute they're just floating along on their little strings, and the next..." With one quick, slight motion she put the pin through her balloon. He offered no resistance, no struggle. There was a bang and a few pieces shrapnel scattered in the breeze. And in an instant the balloon that had been directly in front of Elliot had disappeared. "Wow," breathed Dianna, and Elliot thought that he heard excitement in her voice. "Maybe..." "Come on, look at him, floating up there just for you. He's yours to do whatever you want with, and there is nothing more fun to do with balloons than to pop him. I'm telling you, just pop him and you'll want to pop fifty more." The next moment was an eternity as Dianna contemplated what to do. Finally, she replied, "No. You can pop all the balloons you want, but I like mine and I'm keeping him." And with that she turned and briskly walked away, her incredibly grateful balloon bobbing along behind her. That night, and in many that followed, Elliot thought about Elissa's words, and the effect they had on his owner. While Dianna continued to treat him with care he knew she must have been considering his fate herself. He wondered if, when the morning came, Dianna would fill him with helium and let him float away, or stick him with a pin while playing with him, or simply blow him up until he was more full than he could take. But strangely, as Elliot considered Elissa's words each night, they became less and less frightening. In fact, he started to agree with them. He was only dimly aware of it, but Elliot came to think of himself not of as a high school student that had been turned into a balloon, but as an actual balloon. And as a balloon, he cared about two things. He cared about being inflated and pleasing his owner. So it only made him happy when, as time went on, Dianna began to inflate him with more and more air each morning. And the next time Dianna bumped into Elissa in the park he felt none of the apprehension that had gripped him before. Elissa seemed taken aback by Elliot's size-she may never have seen a balloon quite so large. He easily dwarfed her latest balloon. "Looks like you've still got your old balloon boy there. Been working on him, have you?" "Yep," Dianna responded proudly. "Easily beats any balloon of yours, I bet". "Hmph, I can make any balloon bigger than that boy of yours. Watch this." Elissa pulled her latest balloon-boy out of the air, put his face against hers, and blew in a breath-and he promptly exploded. Elissa turned red as Dianna laughed. "Well fine, let's see just how special your balloon is!" Dianna watched as Elissa grabbed her balloon, rotated him face down, and began blowing him up. Elliot grew bigger and bigger. He had no idea what his limits were, but that wasn't important to him. He just closed his eyes, relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of his skin growing ever tighter and thinner, his head and stubby digits stretching their way into his body. He grew bigger and bigger, until... Elissa pulled her head back, an astonished look in her eyes, gasping for air. "What in the world is that? No balloon can hold that much air! Look at him, you could fit five full balloons in there! The girls at the balloon store need to see this, they need to look at him and figure out how to blow other balloons this big! No, even better, let me take him to my party this weekend. Can you imagine me showing up carrying a balloon boy the size of a house? Nobody will ever forget it! Come on, I'll give you whatever you want, just hand him over!" Dianna took her balloon boy back from Elissa's hands. She held him with her fingertips, afraid any more pressure would burst his translucent skin. She gazed lovingly at his body for a moment before saying, "Sorry Elissa. You said it yourself. He's my toy for me to play with, and I can do whatever I want." Elliot realized what she was about to do a moment before she lowered his body to her lips. Elliot's final thought was that he was happy to have been Dianna's balloon.

Tags: Belly Inflation, Female Inflation Text: Cora lay back on her beach chair, halfway asleep. She stretched her arms above her head, and ran a hand over her trim belly. "It's almost getting to the point where it's strange when my belly's small," Cora thought to herself, "Never thought I'd get used to carrying around a belly that big." But she didn't have to think about it for a while, she was on leave, her bio-electrical collector was about five hundred million miles away, and the only time her belly would get big was when she ate too much at the buffet. Not that she didn't miss it a little, it was strange at first, when her belly started swelling, filling with warm energy, but after a little while, it started to feel nice, comforting in a way, like a warm bath. But she didn't need the warmth now, the sun was high in the sky, and it was warming her all over. It was almost getting too warm, and Cora decided it was about time to head inside, have a cool swim in the pool, and relax. Cora started to sit up, but as she did, she froze in shock. She looked down, and could see her belly swelling slowly. Cora was too shocked to move, and could only stare at her belly in shock. It was impossible, she thought to herself. In her head she came up with almost two hundred explanations why this couldn't be happening, but all that logic couldn't change the simple fact that it was. She pushed down on her belly, but it didn't do anything, in fact, it seemed to be getting faster. Cora jumped to her feet, but her size, combined with the fact that her swelling belly changed her center of gravity, she fell over, landing on her belly with a grunt. "Owww..." she said to herself, and slowly got to her feet. Her belly was the size of a beach ball already, and swelling faster. It was beginning to get difficult to walk, as her belly was getting very heavy. She could feel the warm tingeing inside her belly that she recognized from all the times before, when she would store energy, but how it was getting in was impossible to tell. Her belly was so large, she couldn't see anything in front of her, and didn't see the hole. She tripped forward, and for the second time, landed on her belly, which gave out a low bong. "Damn it again!" Cora yelled, as she tried to get to her feet. Her eyes widened as she reached down, and could only feel sand with the tips of her fingers, and that was rapidly pulling away. She tried to push with her feet, but she only felt air, as she was lifted up by her belly, growing faster and faster. "Someone help me!" Cora cried out, as she swelled, but as she looked around, there was no one else on the empty beach, just her, and her belly. Cora groaned, and squeezed the sides of her belly as she was lifted up faster and faster. She was getting larger than she ever had before, almost ten feet high, and going fast. "God...how much larger?" Cora said to herself, but she suddenly felt a twinge of fear run though her, as she felt her skin beginning to get tight. She had never felt it before, and when she squeezed her belly, it was much tauter than before, and getting tighter. Cora heard a slight creaking noise come from her belly, and she saw a angry red stretch mark appear, running down the side, then another, then more. Cora felt her belly get tighter and tighter, she couldn't even push down the sides anymore. Cora let out a cry of pain, and fear, when she felt her belly stop swelling, and creaking noises filled her ears. There was a flash of pain, and everything went black. Cora let out a cry, and sat upright in her bed, breathing hard. She was confused for a moment, but then sighed, and lay back down, her heart still beating like a drum in her ears. "Just a dream," she said to herself. "Relax, it's just a stupid dream." She could still feel her belly bursting in the dream, and she absentmindedly rubbed her hand over it, almost to assure herself that it was still there. This was the third dream like that that she had had in a week. The first one, she could barely remember, all she could recall was a hose, and a pool. The second was clearer, she was at a resteraunt, and she just started eating, the plates kept coming, and she kept eating, stuffing herself till she woke up in a cold sweat. She knew why she was having these dreams, it was that damn assignment. Cora looked over at her clock, and groaned. It was only 5 hours before she'd have to start getting prepared. She knew why she was so nervous, even though she had been a human battery for almost 2 years. Every time the ship needed power transferred, they used her. But she'd never gotten as big as she was going to get. The largest she'd ever gotten was almost four feet around, and that was because a joker had turned her bio-electrical collector to high. She was so big she couldn't even reach the off switch, let alone move. There was a guy who was also working in the power room who came running when he heard her yells, and turned it off and got her down. Cora breathed a sigh of relief, and a quick thank you to the guy who had saved her, then proceeded to run down the corridor and beat the hell out of the joker who fiddled with her collector. Cora smiled as she thought about that, it was a bit scary, but kicking that guy's ass was very satisfying. Her mind drifted back to the guy who had saved her. She recognized him, she knew he worked in the power room, she could see him clearly, he was always there when she was called down to transfer power, but she didn't know his name. She'd have to remember to ask him when she went down there for the morning transfers. He was cute, if she remembered, and seemed nice enough. He was the only one who came to help her when she started growing out of control. She rolled out of bed, and quickly pulled on her clothes. The didn't wear much, as she needed lots of room to grow, and it was really hot in the power room. Her uniform was basically tight shorts, large non-conductive boots and gloves, and a tight top that looked like a sports bra. She picked up her collector, and walked of of her room. The ship was a massive one, and just walking to the power room took a good five minutes. She got to the room, and the familiar wave of heat hit her. The room was where all the power from the solar panels was sent, then distributed to various parts of that half of the ship. It worked well, and Cora wasn't needed if you wanted to run the ship without shields, weapons, and travel faster than 50,000 miles per hour, moseying along in space terms. But if you wanted the ship to work, Cora was needed. The transfer of power was too inefficient for the large amounts that were needed, so Cora brought the power where it was needed. People didn't really believe it worked, but there was almost a 78% efficiency improvement when Cora was on the job. Cora walked down the corridor, and pulled out the plug from her collector. It was rigged to plug right into her bellybutton, and then, she just had to wait while she inflated with the power. She plugged it in, and turned on the collector. It was rigged to pull it straight from the power cables, so she could walk around while she was filling. She had just turned it on, when she saw the guy that had helped her out that one time. She walked over, the warm feeing starting to spread though her belly. "Hi." Cora said, and the guy spun around in surprise. "Oh! Um..Hi Cora, how're you doing today?" "I'm doing good, just you know..." Cora patted her swelling belly. "Filling up." "Um..yah, heh, well, you're doing a good job." "Thanks, I guess. I'm worried about today though..." The guy nodded, "I heard, apparently they need to siphon a huge amount of power for the ship, ever since that attack, we've lost almost a third of our solar panels, and another third are only operating at half power." "Yep, There's a old generator on that moon we've been orbiting, They're gonna send me down, fill me up with as much power as I can hold, and hopefully that'll be enough to get us to a station." "Yah, that should...Are you gonna be ok? I mean, Those pirates might come back, and you'll be a big target..." Cora raised an eyebrow, and said "Is that a joke about my weight?" The guy turned red and immediately started stammering out an apology, when Cora laughed and cut him off. "I know, I will be a target. I'll have a armed escort, a few droids with big guns. I'll have one too, so we should be alright." Cora smiled, and said, "It's very sweet that you're worried about me though." Cora took a step forward to give him a hug, but she only managed to lean forward before her belly hit him, and he jumped back, apologizing again. "Stop apologizing! It was my fault. I'll be slimmer later, and I'll give you a proper hug when I get back." He blushed again, and smiled sheepishy. "I'll look forward to it." Cora laughed, and switched off her collector. "Well, I need to drop this load off before the big one. Talk to you later!" Cora turned around, and then back towards the guy. "Just one question, what's your name?" He laughed and said, "My name's Thomas. I'll see you tonight Cora, be safe." As she walked out of the heat of the power room, she waved back, and he waved in return, a worried look on his face. Cora walked thought the hallways of the ship, wondering how the retrieval would go, but more than that, if she had any nice clothes for when she met Thomas tonight. She arrived at the station for the shields, and quickly plugged in. The feeling of the power draining from her was always a weird one, as she shrank back down. It always left her cold after, the power was really warm, but the cold feeling faded after a little time. She had more stations to visit, and it began to blend together as the time got closer to the visit to the moon. She was getting more nervous as it got closer, and when she dropped off her last power load before the trip, she was so nervous she could barely walk straight. She went up to the bridge to report to the captain, and then, the next step was to head down, and get as much power as she could hold. "Cora, it's good to see you." Capitan Naomi Eris was a good captain, and Cora could tell she was nervous about sending her down. The data they had said that their defense had crippled the pirate's ships, and they had run off to lick their wounds. But the attack had damaged their long range sensors, and they didn't know how far they had gone. Pirates normally were skittish, they'll attack, but only if they know they can win. After the beating they got, chances are they'd be gone for a long time. "Yes Ma'am I'm ready." Cora said, trying to put on a brave face. They did need her to go down there, without that extra power to run the engines, they'd be stuck, and have to chose between shields, weapons, or movement. They just didn't have enough power to run all three. "Very well Cora. Head down to the bay, the droids are waiting, along with the gear you requested. Good luck." Cora nodded, and left the bridge. The headed to the elevator, and down to the bay. There were 3 robots standing at attention, with large rifles in their hands. A forth robot was in a hovering turret, that had a large cloth cradle hanging from it. Cora picked up a rifle that was lying on a crate, and lifted her collector. "Droids, follow me." The robots turned in response, and followed Cora to a small shuttle. It was small enough to slip though the radar if the pirates were watching, and fast enough to escape if they did notice. Cora climbed in, and sat down. The droids sat at the pilot controls, and Cora felt the ship take off, and quickly fly to the moon base. After a minute or two, Cora felt the shuttle land with a thump. The droids stood up and primed their rifles, and looked at Cora patiently. Cora sighed and picked up her rifle and her collector. "Come on guys, lead the way." The lead robot said, "Yes Ma'am." and left the shuttle, with Cora flanked by two other droids, and the hovering turret over her. The atmosphere was stale, the colony had been abandoned for a while, in another five years or so, you would need a spacesuit to walk around. They walked down a long elevated pathway, towards the dome like structure that housed the remains of the generator. "Is there any activity?" Cora asked, looking up in the sky nervously. "Negative Ma'am. You needn't bother looking up, if a ship would come, you would be shot by it long before you could ever see it." "Gee, that's comforting." "My apologize Ma'am. You needn't worry, we are wired to the shuttle's sensors. If any ship would come near, we'll know long before it could ever get in range." "Fine, lets just get this done, I want to get out of here." After a few minutes, they arrived at the dome, and with a hiss, the doorway opened. Cora walked in, and began to examine the generator. It was old, but still running, and according to the computer, it had plenty of power. Cora sighed. Only one thing to do now. She put the collector near the generator, and plugged in. She felt the warmth begin right away, and she began to swell. Satisfied that the collector was working, she switched it on high. She let out a slight gasp as her belly surged outwards, growing quickly. It quickly swelled, growing to the size of a beach ball, and not slowing down. She moved over to the cloth cradle hanging from the hovering turret, and lay on her belly. It was getting difficult to move, and she knew it'd be impossible when she got filled. "You, droid, go stand next to that collector, and turn it off when I say." the droid nodded, and stood by the collector, while Cora grew bigger and bigger. Her belly was almost three feet around, and wasn't slowing. She could feel her fingers loose contact with the ground, and gently, her feet lifted off the ground as well. She was lying on her belly, as big as she's ever been, feeling the warmth from the energy. The ground began to lift away more and more as she swelled. "How much power's left in the system?" Cora called out. "The system is sixty percent drained Ma'am." the droid standing near the collector said. "Shall I turn it off?" Cora sighed, and squeezed the sides of her belly, feeling the warmth. She looked down, and was almost five feet off the ground, and she could feel her body starting to sink into her soft belly. "Yes, Turn it off. I could hold more, but I wouldn't be able to fight, if I need to. This is enough to get us out of here." The droid nodded, and switched the collector off, and Cora felt the growth stop. "Ok, lets get out of here fast, we don't want to get caught now." The droids turned, and circling Cora, lead her out of the dome. They quickly moved down the path, towards the ship. They were about halfway down, when the droids stopped suddenly, leaving Cora swinging back and forth. "What's going on?" Cora said, looking up in the sky. "Unclear Ma'am. The sensor jumped on the shuttle. We're not sure what" The droid never finished talking, as his body was hit by a flash of light, and blew apart. Cora screamed, as the other droid standing near her exploded. She felt the turret that was carrying her surge forward, her body swinging wildly. They flew up the pathway, getting closer and closer to the ship, when there was an explosion from above her body, and with a crack, her harness broke free, dropping her on the ground. Her body bounced for a moment, then started rolling, stopping, with her pinned under her belly. She couldn't move, and could barely see. Cora saw the turret spin wildly off, trailing fire, as it crashed into the ground. She tried to move, to bring her gun up so she could defend herself, but she couldn't move. Cora saw a pair of boots walk forward, and kick her rifle away. She then smelled a sweet scent, and then, blackness. Cora lay back in the bathtub, feeling the warmth cover her, and gently soothe her. She couldn't remember the last time she had a water bath, and she swore she would never go so long without one again. She sighed, and slid down, her head barely out of the water. She felt herself about to fall asleep, when the shower head above her turned on, showering her with cold water. Cora sputtered, and tried to move away, but the water had become solid, and she couldn't move. With a start, she opened her eyes, and saw a huge wall in font of her. She was confused for a moment, but then realized that it was her belly, still resting on top of her. She let out a cry, and tried to move, but she could only manage to make her belly jiggle a little. She saw a pair of boots walk past her head, and felt her belly start to roll forward, her body being lifted off the ground, slowly rolling forward, until she was resting on top again. She Was finally able to look around, and saw she was in a huge, dirty cargo hold. It had to be at least a hundred feet long, and fifty wide. The area was empty, save her gigantic belly, and a man standing next to a control panel. "Hey!" Cora yelled. "What is going on here? Let me go!" Cora tried to make it sound brave, but she was scared. She didn't know what these people would do to her, and what their plans were. The man standing next to the panel turned around. He was average height, very muscled, with long hair, and patched clothing. "I would think it would be obvious, We're kidnapping you." He said, with a slightly bored look on his face. "Kidnapping? But..why? What are you going to do? Are you going to ransom me off?" Cora could feel and hear her calm disappearing, and the person standing in front of her noticed it as well. "Ransom? Oh no...You're to valuable to just ransom off. We're going to be selling what you've got in here." The man poked Cora's belly and grinned. "Power is expensive, and now we've got a way to easily transport and sell it. Which is why you're in the main bay, we're going to fill you up, ship out, sell the power, and repeat. Just lie there and relax. It's not like there's anything you can do about it." The man then walked over to Cora's collector, and switched it on. "I'll check back in a hour or so, and see how you're doing." He then walked out of the room and the door slammed shut with a clang. "Hey! No! I don't know how big I can get, I don't want to pop!" Cora cried out, but no one responded. Cora let out a groan, and tried to think of someway to get out of this. She was stuck upright, and all the wiggling she could do would just rock her back and forth a little bit. But as she grew larger, that little bit grew less and less. She could feel herself grow, larger than she had ever imagined. She tried to look at the floor to get a sense of how large she was, but all she could see was her belly, seemingly stretching off into the distance. She tried to think of her crew. She knew that they wouldn't leave her, they must be trying to find where she was. She squeezed down on her belly, trying to judge how full she was. When she had first gotten the procedure, she had never asked if there was a limit, and they had never told her. Her belly was feeling firm, and it was slowly growing more stiff. Cora was starting to panic now, breathing fast, and trying to figure out how to stop the growth. She started yelling for someone to come and turn off the collector, but nothing happened. She felt her belly growing tight, and with a shock, she felt her back gently touch the cold metal of the roof of the cargo bay. She rememberd that the foof lookd almost fifteen feet high when she had started, and she was starting to press into it more and more. But she also felt her belly getting tighter, and for the frist time, she felt herself getting tight. Cora started screaming, crying for someone to save her, as she grew tighter and tighter. Her belly started to hurt, sending pain though her body, as she cried out. Her vision began to go dark, when she thought she heard a noise, but everything went black before she could think what it was. "Is she going to be alright doctor?" "Yes, she should be fine. It was a damn close thing. Lucky you were there, the boarding crew had no idea how to work her collector, she came closer to popping than she would like to know." Cora felt someone gently put something cool and damp on her forehead. "Well, I'm just glad she's alright." Cora heard a rustleing, and then a door hissing shut. She opened her eyes slowly, the bright lights of the medicial wing hurting her eyes for a moment. She moved her head to the side, and saw someone sitting in a chair next to her bed. She didn't recognize him at first, but then saw it was Thomas, the guy from the power room. "Hi there..." Cora said weakly. Her whole body felt horrible, it felt like her skin was tight all over her body. It reminded her of one time when she was little, and had gotten a bad sunburn. She felt tight, hot, and painful whenever she moved. "Oh! Hi Cora..." Thomas jumped when he heard her talk, and looked at her with a smile. "How're you feeling?" "I've been better...but I'm alive. Did I hear that I have you to thank for that?" "Oh, um...well, I guess, but the solders were the one who got in the ship, I just knew how to work the collector." Thomas blushed slighty as he said that, and Cora smiled. "Well, Still thank you." Cora reached out from under her blanket, and took Thomas's hand. "I still owe you a hug, but if you hugged me now it'd be rather painfull. I promise I'll make it up to you though." Thomas blushed again, and smiled. "I can't wait, but you need to get some sleep. You've had a rough day. The doctor said you'll be up again in a few days, a week at the most." Cora nodded, and giving Thomas's hand another squeze, and lay back, closeing her eyes, as she drifted off to sleep.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Messy Popping, air tank, horror Text: Poor Rosa, I know you're going to die in this scene. You, the voice of reason, whose only sin was being curvy and Hispanic in this otherwise white and assless travesty. I'd toast to you, but I'm pretty sure we are out of soda and I don't feel like checking. Since this weekend is Halloween and I can't really go anywhere, I've been watching scary movies all week to make up for it. Tonight's film is the 90's sequel to the classic schlock horror flick "Zombie Mall Kids", which contained a lot of oddly long winded diatribes on mindless consumerism. This entry eschews any deeper meaning and goes straight for the reason we're watching anything this awful; namely having a bunch of colorful monster types obliterate a cast of archetypes in a humiliating and illustrative fashion.The monsters here are the titular Zombie Mall Kids, a wholesome band of "Saved by the bell" knock-offs transformed into pustule covered undead by irradiated corn dogs. Their makeup is surprisingly good if a bit overdone. Nearly everything else in this movie has the opposite quality; dull, phoned in and oppressively dreary.The death scenes are other rare exceptions to this - while each one has gone predictably thus far, they've been fairly exciting or at least funny. I know it's dear Rosa's turn because the camera has started to focus on her for once, and not entirely to her benefit. Wardrobe seems to have neglected the poor thing; her overall plushness hikes up a drab, undersized retail clerk uniform, and a slight tan muffin top oozes subtly over the waistband of her snug khaki pants.Creepy music chirps sporadically as she jiggles softly into a Party Town department store. True to form, she keeps away from the hysterical screaming that doomed the previous victims. Instead, we get a close up of Rosa's soft face, crowned by curly dark hair and accented by red lipstick. A single bead of sweat runs down her temple as she peers around the entrance. Has she managed to shake her pursuers?Of course not, and two of the zombified teens inform her via a cliche pop-up scare. *Now* comes the hysteric screaming as Rosa dashes further into the store, her pronounced derriere knocking a few party favors to the ground as she squeezes through claustrophobic aisles. It's here that Rosa makes what I am certain is her final mistake, as she cuts a corner and hides in what seems like a mostly empty supply closet. A single ceiling light flickers, revealing it's just her leaning against the door, her backside precariously squished against a...helium tank?Suddenly I'm interested again, as the camera lingers on the latter for a bit as the music quiets for a moment. It's likely some throw away prop, but...A Zombie Kid's foot cracks the door. The two beasties have been joined by more of their friends, and a wave of grabby undead hands come in and yoink the terrified girl - and the tank - out into the floor of the party store. She writhes a bit as the creatures surround her. Their ringleader, a sort of faux-80's punkette, notes the large tank now rolling nearby. She makes a toothy grin and with a few guttural commands has her zombie goons hoist Rosa up, while she grabs it. I'm leaning on the couch now, transfixed. I can't believe this is going to happen. The mohawked deadite wannabe tucks the cylinder under her arm, and aims it towards our heroine's big butt in a comically exaggerated gesture. She lunges forward and the camera switches to poor Rosa's expression, a mixture of shock and pain. It's accompanied by a distinct ripping sound and a fairly natural cry of protest.The Punkette holds the tank in place as a cheerleader zombie goes to turn the gas flow on, giggling like some sort of Lovecraftian valley girl. The background theme changes to a Halloween remix of "pop goes the weasel" and Rosa's belly begins to slowly bloat out. A mix of stomach gurgling and balloon stretching noises accompany the expansion. The camera travels to her backside, and we see the rear end that was such a focus before begin to grow as well, massive cheeks tear through her khakis and envelop the nozzle inserted into her. Plump thighs thicken dramatically, we now get shots of buttons bursting off and seams tearing away.Rosa's clothes fall to the floor as some of the zombies let go of her. Naked save for her brightly colored underwear, her inflation seems to double in speed. Her soft belly bloats into a large, smooth dome. Much is made of her arms fattening up, her engorged hands end up looking like inflated rubber gloves with well manicured nails. Billowing legs force her once dainty feet towards the ground as they puff up as well, their balloonish girth flattening against the floor. Rosa's grunts, moans and cries for mercy heighten the experience for me. I never claimed that I wasn't a terrible person."Uuuugh, no! Stop! C-can't....gonna!" She sputters as her cheeks and lips expand, making it so she can't speak. She looks pleadingly at her tormentors. One holds up a box of Anti-Gas medicine in what's got to be the least appropriate product placement I've seen in a while. The punkette chortles in glee, setting down the tank and turning the gas to full. The music swells along with Rosa as we enter the final shot of her mortifying end.The camera zooms out so we can see her massive girth - she now dwarfs even the largest of the zombies - and that she is growing precariously larger. Her massiveness has forced her into a spread eagle position, her body distorted into sort of a hyper pear shape. A snap indicates her panties break, and then her bra. She makes a series of muffled, horrified cries as her massive body swells enough to hide her face from the camera. The zombies make a break for it, and there is a shot of her huge figure all by it's lonesome in the store right before it explodes into horror movie viscera.After I pick up my jaw from the floor, I quickly go for the remote as the scene switches back to the heinously dull lead character again. I click the repeat button and thank the DVD gods as the whole sequence begins again. I may have found my new favorite film.

Tags: Breast Inflation, Female Inflation, floating Text: Annie awoke to the sound of her alarm clock, and stirred from her sleep. It was barely morning; the sun wasn't even up yet. "What a weird dream," she said to herself. The alarm sounded so far away, and almost as if it was beneath her. She groggily reached out to shut it off, but was surprised to find that her hand hit only air. Her eyes fluttered open, and she screamed at the sight in front of her. Firstly, her boobs were enormous. Second, they were touching the ceiling, which meant she was floating. It wasn't a dream, she thought to herself with a gasp. What am I going to do now? Suddenly, through the sound of the alarm clock, Annie heard her front door open and close. She listened intently as she heard the sound of footsteps going through her kitchen, then through the hall. Whoever it was was heading for the bedroom. The carpet muffled the sound of the person's footsteps, and she couldn't see down because of her monstrous breasts, but Annie knew he or she was now in the room. Whoever it was didn't seem at all surprised at the fact that she was floating in the air. "Who's there?" she asked. "Hello? I know you're in here. Please help me," she said nervously. The person said nothing. However, she suddenly heard her alarm clock shut off. Now Annie was scared. "Whoever you are, please help me down. I don't know how this happened, but I can't get down. Help me," she pleaded. Suddenly, she felt as a rope was tied around her ankle by the person, and tightened. "What are you doing to me? Get that rope off of me!" she protested. However, she only felt a tug as she was pulled down from the ceiling. She peered over the curve of her immense bosom, trying to see the person's face. But he or she was doing something underneath her. She was kicking her feet around in the air, and felt as one of them connected with something solid. It was a chair. The person was tying her to the chair. After she was tied, she suddenly saw as a man's face appeared over the horizon of her boobs. He was a middle aged man, and his face was pale and skinny. He had an aristocratic look about him, and garnished the image with a top hat and a monocle. His moustache was neat and trimmed. His expression was like that of a hungry wolf. He had deep green eyes that seemed to bore into her soul as he stared at her for a full minute. Suddenly he spoke. "Please allow me to introduce myself," he said in a deep and ominous voice, "I'm a man of wealth and taste." Annie was fearful of this man. "Who are you?" she asked nervously. "My name is John. However, you may call me the Collector, if you like." "Did you do this to me?" she asked, a tone of anger creeping into her voice. "I'm afraid I did, my dear," he responded, a smile twisting the corners of his mouth. "Why?" she asked indignantly. "Why would you do this? And How?" His expression remained jovial and proud. "The story is too long for me to explain here, my darling, for we haven't much time. However, it is essentially because I am a collector, as my name describes." He then ducked down below her boobs. It appeared that he was going to untie her. "Wait," cried Annie frantically. "What does that have to do with me?" His head appeared again over her breasts. "Well, to put it simply, you're the beginning of a new collection." "But why?" she asked, shocked and frightened. He responded with a sickening grin. "Because I can," he said, and proceeded to untie her. After that, he didn't talk to her or respond to her cries. The Collector pulled her floating body through the house, until he reached the back door, which he slid open. Annie gasped as she was pulled outside and saw a massive blimp above her house. It was the biggest blimp she had ever seen, though she could tell it was very high up. The Collector had stopped, and now she hung suspended, attached to him by the rope around her ankle. Suddenly Annie heard a hissing sound. She instantly realized what was happening. "No! I'm big enough already! Don't make me any bigger!" she shouted to the Collector. She heard him chuckle below her. "But, my dear Annie, how will we reach the blimp unless your breasts grow large enough to carry us both?" he asked evilly. "Nooo!" Annie shouted. "Somebody please help me! HEEELLLPP!" Her neighbors were waking to her cries, but it was too late. Already her boobs were the size of beanbag chairs, and suddenly both Annie and the Collector were lifting off the ground, rising quickly. Her pleas were useless as they rose to meet the enormous blimp. "Hush, my dear," the Collector said below her. "We'll be there shortly." As they approached the blimp, suddenly a hatch opened in the bottom, perfectly positioned for where they were ascending. Annie was helpless but to watch as she ascended into the enormous blimp, leaving her world behind her. Unexplained Expansion 5: Catcher in the Sky Gosh, those clouds are pretty, thought Jean. And indeed they were. The clouds were putting on a spectacular display today, the way they billowed and swirled. She had already seen a dog, a pirate ship, and a whale this afternoon in the bright Kansas sun. Her place in the middle of the corn field offered her peace and quiet for the day. All her chores were done, and she had a book right next to her for when she got bored of looking at clouds. But for the moment she was fine with just lying there. Right now she had no troubles, no worries, and no anxieties. Those would come later. It was just her and the clouds. Normally on a day like today Jean would have snuck over to her boyfriend Brian's house and smooched on his back porch for a while. But Brian was in Topeka today delivering a load of grain. So, for a beautiful 22-year-old out in the middle of Kansas, there was nothing to do today. Suddenly Jean saw something strange in the clouds. One of the clouds which she was looking at had started to break off from itself in an unnatural way. It was moving against the wind. A large bubble of cloud was now separating from the main mass and moving towards Jean. It was a strange cloud, to be certain. In fact, Jean realized suddenly, it wasn't a cloud at all! I was a blimp. "Wow," she said to nobody in particular. She rarely saw blimps out here, but when she did they were much smaller. This was the biggest blimp that Jean had ever seen. As the blimp moved overhead, a soft hissing suddenly became audible to Jean. Like the difference between the clouds and the blimp, the sound was different than the rustling of the corn stalks in the wind. It sounded like a snake. Jean stood up, looking around the small clearing in the corn for snakes. There were seldom snakes in the corn, but it didn't hurt to be careful. However, no snakes, or critters of any kind, were visible. Jean relaxed. But the hissing persisted. Curious, she tried moving around the clearing, looking for the source of the sound, but the volume and pitch remained the same no matter where she went. It sounded kind of like a leaky balloon. That thought reminded Jean of the blimp, which was still floating overhead. Maybe the sound was coming from the blimp. It might have a leak in it. Now, this wasn't true, obviously. But Jean was a Midwestern farm girl, born and raised. She had only made it past the ninth grade, which was the minimum requirement. In other words, by our standards, she wasn't too bright. But she more than made up for it with her beautiful face, her long blonde gorgeous hair, and her slim yet curvaceous body. So she accepted that it was probably the blimp that was making the hissing sound, even though it was much too far away for her to possibly hear. Jean lay back down and watched the blimp now. Since it was leaking, she figured it might crash somewhere, maybe even on her farm. While it would probably be a tragic accident if it happened, she was only concerned with the spectacle that it would be. She watched as the blimp moved overhead, looking like a cloud, but not quite. Then suddenly, it seemed to stop. She watched it for two minutes, but it seemed to have come to a halt in midair. It was no longer moving and had stopped directly above her. She continued to watch for further developments. Speaking of "developments", at the same time, something else was happening that Jean wasn't aware of. The hissing sound was actually caused by her breasts being magically inflated with helium. And all this time they had been slowly been expanding inside her denim overalls. Jean, whose attention was on the blimp, didn't even notice as they increased in size from her bouncy C-cups to Grapefruit-size Double D's. Since they were being filled with helium, there was no extra weight, and in fact they were gradually decreasing her weight, but not enough for her to notice yet. And the expansion wasn't going to stop anytime soon. Suddenly, Jean felt a painful pinch on her shoulders. She looked down, and gasped as she saw that her boobs were bulging out of her overalls! "Oh my gosh!" she remarked as she sat up and looked at her breasts. They were definitely too large for the garment, even though it had fit perfectly earlier, even had been a little loose. She placed a hand on each breast and felt it through the fabric. They felt odd...rubbery, and squishier than normal. In addition to be hugely swollen, they were also light. It was like they were party balloons. "What is going on here?" Jean asked aloud. There was no explanation for it. Her boobs had just grown, without her even noticing. She suddenly winced as the tight overalls pinched her again. It was strange, but they seemed to be getting even tighter. Jean looked intensely at her massive breasts for nearly a minute, and noticed something about them. They seemed to be...moving. More than just her regular breathing, they were moving outwards. At the same time, her overalls felt like they were getting tighter. Suddenly Jean realized what was happening. She was growing! Her breasts were rising like bread dough right before her eyes! "B-b-but that's... impossible!" she exclaimed. However, possible or not, her boobs were steadily growing larger, like balloons attached to a helium tank, which is essentially what they were. Jean stood up and tried to comprehend the situation at hand. Her breasts were growing without warning or reason, and she was in the middle of a corn field. Her brain suddenly threw in another factor. The blimp. She didn't know how, but she got the feeling that that blimp was involved with this. Jean looked upwards towards the cloudlike gasbag so high in the sky. It looked ominous now, floating directly above her head. She knew it was the cause of all this. As her overalls pinched her again, Jean realized that she had to get away. Her breasts were growing larger, and if she didn't escape the blimp, who knows what might happen? She began to run towards the house, away from this strange menace. The stalks of corn whipped against her as she passed through rows upon rows of it. Her breasts, while they normally would have been bouncing all over the place at this size, were not a burden since they were filled with helium. However, as they continued to expand, the straps of the overalls were getting tighter. Jean flicked her eyes downwards for a second and marveled at how big she was getting. Her breasts must have been at least the size of honeydew melons, and the cleavage that they were creating was awe-inspiring. So squished were they by the tight overalls that they bulged out of the sides as well. The straps created deep grooves in her breasts, and the pain was getting unbearable. Jean tried to concentrate on running faster towards her house. She cursed herself for traveling so far out into the field, all for a little peace and quiet. Shielding her face from the corn stalks, she ran as fast as she could to find some help. However, the tightness caused by her expanding bosom could not be ignored for long. She tried to alleviate some of the pain by grabbing the straps and pulling on them, but that didn't lend itself well to her running, as the corn stalks began hitting her in the face. She let go of the straps and concentrated on running again, attempting to ignore the pain. Her breasts were now at least as large as volleyballs, but considerably squished because of her tight garment. Meanwhile, the hissing proclaimed her continued expansion. Jean looked upwards at the blimp, still directly above her. It seemed to be moving with her pace. Jean suddenly stopped. "Stop it!" she yelled to the blimp, not caring if it could hear her. "I'm big enough! Leave me alone!" She eyed the blimp for a second, not knowing what to expect for a response. Suddenly, she heard the hissing sound get louder. Jean got a strange feeling in her breasts, as if the magical air hose that had been filling her had suddenly been turned on full. Jean looked down for a moment and saw that her breasts were growing even faster now! They were now as large as basketballs, and were rapidly expanding even bigger. Apparently this was the mysterious blimp's response to her pleas. "Unngh!" she groaned. "My god!" Jean felt like she was going to explode. Her cleavage was pushed upwards, almost to her neck, by the tight garment. She started to fumble for the buttons, trying to stop the horrible pressure, but the straps had been pulled so tight that she couldn't unbutton them. "No!" she said, frantically pulling on them. Unable to unbutton the straps, Jean started to run for the house again, not only to escape, but also so she could cut the straps and stop the pain. Since the overalls were denim, they weren't going to snap anytime soon. Blind with pain though she was, Jean still began to realize exactly how her pace was being affected by her breasts, which were now the size of beachballs; though it would be impossible to tell because of the way they were squished. Not only was their massive size causing the fabric of her overalls to be pulled up, giving her a massive wedgie, but also, as they were filled with magical helium, they were starting to make her light enough to seriously affect her running. With each step, her stride got longer, and her breasts grew bigger. She began to feel like she was moonwalking through the corn, the way she was running now. Between her decreasing weight and the extraordinary pain, Jean was starting to wonder if she would make it. Just as it was starting to feel hopeless, Jean saw that the corn was thinning out. She could see a clearing ahead, which meant she had reached the back lawn! Encouraged by the proximity, she ran faster, but soon found that to be a mistake. Jean accidentally took a very long stride, which because of her near complete weightlessness turned into a leap. She found herself suddenly soaring ten feet into the air, above the corn. As she slowly descended, Jean worried about floating away. Her descent seemed to take ages before she reached the tips of the corn again. Panicking, Jean grasped the stalks of corn and pulled herself down to the ground, back to safety for now. But the victory was short lived. She released the stalk to take a step, and suddenly her foot lost contact with the ground. Jean had passed the point where she weighed more than her breasts lifted her. With a gasp, she grabbed several stalks of corn and pulled herself down to the ground again. She moaned aloud, because of the immense pain, and the fact that she was so close. The end of the corn field was only ten feet away. She was almost free. Holding the ears of corn as tethers to the ground, Jean took small, careful steps towards the lawn. She felt like she was doing monkey bars with gravity going upside down. Her progress was hampered by another factor: her boobs were completely blocking her vision. They were the size of yoga balls now, and the flesh was bubbling up into her face. She could actually feel her chin brushing her cleavage. She had to go it blind, feeling for each stalk and grabbing it before pulling herself forward. Her progress was slow, but eventually she made it to the edge of the cornfield. However, her heart sank as she realized that it wasn't over. Her backyard was almost 50 yards long, and there was nothing to hold onto to get to the house. Jean looked around for something to hold, somewhere else she could go. Her eyes stopped at the barn. It was only 100 feet away, and the corn went right up to it. If she could just get over there... Unfortunately, her scheme was suddenly interrupted. One of the buttons on her overalls had suddenly given up its losing battle with her gargantuan breasts. This allowed her boobs to explode outwards, breaking the other button and freeing themselves from their tight confinements. "Unngh!" she grunted as they burst outwards. The relief was immense as they sprang into almost perfect spheres, as big as beanbag chairs, and her overall straps fell to her waist. In fact, the relief was so great that Jean made the mistake of grabbing her boobs to massage them. She soon regretted the mistake as she rapidly started floating upwards. "No!" she shouted, grasping for the stalks of corn. Only one hand connected, and she grabbed it. The single stalk was now her only tether to the earth. She held herself in an awkward position. Since her breasts were now her center of weightlessness, she was being lifted up by her chest, with her legs dangling below her, holding on to a single stalk of corn. Breathing heavily, Jean took firm grasp of the stalk and started pulling herself downwards. She then reached behind her back and grabbed it with the other hand. She moved herself downwards this way, awkwardly pulling herself backwards, with her breasts thrust up into the sky. It looked like she might make it back to the ground for a minute, though her progress was slow. However, all this time her breasts continued to inflate. They were too big to describe; their combined size was bigger than the rest of Jean's body. Also, they were filled with magical helium, meaning that they were quite capable of lifting someone three times her size. So, between Jean's muscles and her breasts, eventually her boobs would win. However, it never came to that, because it was the corn stalk that gave up first. It was suddenly ripped from the ground by its roots, and with it Jean's last shred of hope. "NOOOOOO!!!!!" Jean cried as she began her rapid ascent. Because of the way her breasts lifted her, she had to turn her head sideways to see the ground as it quickly faded away. Tears stung her eyes as she saw her house get smaller and smaller below her, until it became merely a speck. Her climb into the atmosphere continued, and Jean directed her attention at the cause of all this: the blimp. It ominously grew larger and larger, filling her field of vision. She couldn't help but gasp as she saw how big it was. Seeing it from the ground didn't do it justice. This was easily the biggest blimp in the world. It was the size of a mountain. As she floated directly underneath it, Jean suddenly saw a hatch open up in the bottom. She was unable to control the direction of her ascent, and so she couldn't help but float directly into the hatch. Her fears were confirmed that the blimp had caused her expansion. How else could it know exactly where she would be? She floated up into the hatch, into the darkness. Epilogue Jean felt herself softly collide with a ceiling of sorts. From its smooth cold surface she could tell it was metal. The cold caused her nipples, which had inflated a bit as well, to become erect. Suddenly, she heard a grinding sound as the hatch below her started to close. It gradually became darker in the chamber, until finally the doors closed and Jean was plunged into total blackness. She was left alone in the dark chamber for a full minute until she heard the grinding noise again, except this time it was the ceiling above her. It was another hatch. It began to open outwards, flooding the small chamber with light. Once it got open enough, Jean found herself floating upwards again, into another small room, one that was lit. As she bumped the ceiling the hatch closed behind her. Jean looked around the room. It looked like one from a psychiatric ward at a hospital. The walls were all white and padded. Craning her neck sideways, she saw that the floor looked to be expensive carpeting. Suddenly she heard a door open and close. Someone had entered the room, though from where Jean couldn't tell. Using her arms as rudders, she maneuvered around in the air, trying to see the person. However, there didn't seem to be anyone. All of a sudden, though, she felt someone grab her leg. Instinctively, she kicked, and felt it connect with something soft and squishy. "Hold still," said a woman's voice. Then she felt a needle enter her leg, and something being injected into her. "What are you doing?!" shouted Jean. "What did you just...do..." Jean suddenly started feeling sluggish, until a few seconds later she blacked out. She woke up to the sound of voices. Struggling to wake up, Jean heard women's voices talking casually. "Jeez, look at her!" said one. "I bet she's bigger than Carrey!" "Naah," replied another. "Maybe she would have been a day ago, but since she pissed him off last night Carrey's grown pretty huge," replied another woman. "Did you see her at breakfast today? She couldn't even see the table!" "Where is she, anyways?" asked a third woman. "I bet she's in her room sulking again. That or the pool," replied the first woman. Jean groaned, trying to open her eyes. "Ooh, she's waking up," said the second voice. As her eyes fluttered open, Jean looked up to see three women looking at her. All three were young, slim, attractive women. They also all had enormous breasts; so big that they had to turn sideways in order to look down at her. They all were wearing latex catsuits of varying colors. One had a red one, another had a blue one, and another had a yellow one. Jean looked around, but noticed that the bottom half of her vision was obscured by two massive green lumps. "What the hell..." said Jean, and then she gasped as she realized what they were. They were her boobs! She was wearing a catsuit just like the others, and hers was green. She suddenly remembered what had happened;, how she had gotten here. "Oh my god!" she shouted, and tried to get up. However, she found this impossible because of a strap attaching her to the ground by her waist. Jean began to panic. "Who are you people?! Get this off me! Let me go!" she started shouting, reaching down and grabbing the strap, trying to rip it off. "Calm down," one of them, the one in the blue, said. "It unbuckles in the middle." Jean found the buckle and unbuckled the strap. Instantly she found herself float into a standing position, pulled upwards by her massive helium-filled breasts. She thought she would start levitating upwards again, but she was stopped because of her feet, which apparently were rooted to the ground. She tried to look downwards, but she couldn't, again because of her enormous breasts. "What is going on?!" she demanded, looking at the faces of each of the women. "Put me back to normal!" "Take it easy," said the one in the red suit. "We didn't do this to you." "Yeah," said the one in yellow, "It was him." Jean was extremely confused. "Him who? And if you didn't do this to me, then who are you people?" she asked. "Well, he is the Collector," explained the one in the blue suit. "He inflated us just like you, and now you're a prisoner just like us. Welcome to the Collection ," she said, gesturing at the others. "I'm Annie," she said. "This is Maggie," said Annie as she pointed to the woman wearing yellow, "And this is Lizzie," as she motioned towards the woman in red. "And who are you?" she asked politely. "I'm Jean," she replied, "But...all this..." she said, gesturing at all of their breasts, "Why? Why did he do this?" Suddenly a deep voice boomed from behind Jean. "Because I can," said the Collector. Jean tried to turn around, finding it hard because her boots were attracted to the ground somehow. She managed to lift them up, though, and place them so the she could see the gentleman. He was a tall, middle aged man with dark hair and an even darker smile. His expression was one of satisfaction. He was carrying an object that looked like a remote control. "Ah, I see you're discovering your boots," he said. "Those are the only things tethering you to the floor, and are held by an electromagnetic attraction. I can release that at any time," and as he said that he pressed a button on the remote. Suddenly Jean found herself floating upwards. She did so until she hit the ceiling, which was about four feet upwards. "What are you doing?" she cried, frightened. "Let me down!" She floated, helpless, for several seconds as he laughed softly beneath her. Then suddenly she felt her feet being pulled by an invisible force back to the floor. She was slowly pulled downwards until the Collector's face appeared over the horizon of her massive boobs. "I just wanted to demonstrate the power that I have over you," he said menacingly, flourishing the remote. "You monster!" Jean shouted, tears stinging her eyes. "What gives you the right to do this to me?! Put me back to normal RIGHT NOW!!" she with rage in her heart. The Collector only laughed softly. "Now, now...you shouldn't speak like that to your host." Then he pressed a button on the remote. However, this time, Jean didn't start floating upwards. She suddenly heard a hissing sound emanate through the room. At first Jean didn't know what was happening. Then she noticed the Collector looking at her breasts. She looked down and gasped as she realized what was happening. He was blowing her breasts up bigger! "No!" she said, trying to wrap her arms around her boobs, but not able to reach. "Stop it! I'm big enough!" she cried. Creaking sounds emitted from her suit as the latex was pushed outwards. It easily grew with her breasts. Obviously, he had designed the suits to deal with this circumstance. Her boobs, which were already bigger than beanbag chairs, were inflating to monstrous proportions. "No...stop...please..." she whimpered. "I'll be good, I swear." Her tone had changed from one of righteous indignance to one of submission. "Excellent," said the Collector. He pushed a button on the remote, and the hissing stopped. "Now that we're sure who's in charge, we can begin your orientation. Come with me please," he said. Jean looked around at the inflated women. They nodded, and she started following the Collector. They walked through the doors which exited the lobby. She noticed that the doors were quite a bit larger than normal double doors. Even in her inflated state, she had ample space to pass through. She shuddered to think of growing too big fit. They emerged in a large, luxurious hallway. "Welcome to my floating palace," said the Collector. "You are welcome to wander as you like, into any room except my personal quarters and the kitchen. This is your room," he said, showing her the door, which was as wide as a garage door. You will have special sleeping arrangements, of course, because of your resistance to gravity. My assistant, Lola, will be your caretaker. She'll be tucking you in, every night. If you should have any feminine problems, feel free to ask her, as she's a trained nurse." He continued down the hallway. Jean followed, hating this place more with every step. "This palace has video cameras all over it," he said. "Even in your rooms," he added. Jean let out a small gasp. "Surprised?" The Collector chuckled. "I wouldn't want you planning revolts now would I? And besides, it's not as if I haven't already seen you naked," This part made Jean shudder involuntarily. "Any problems?" he asked menacingly. She didn't say anything, fearful of invoking his itchy pointer finger. "Good," he said curtly, "You've learned your place. Now, let us continue the tour," he said as he pushed open the door at the end of the hall. "This is the gym," said the Collector. "All of the equipment is specially modified to accommodate your size." He then closed the door and opened another, entering another hallway. He stopped at one door. "This is the dining room. You should find your food satisfactory, as Lola is also quite a skilled chef," he said. Continuing on, he showed her the pool, the Jacuzzi and sauna, the garden, and the library. All of the rooms were designed to accommodate someone with breasts twice the size of Jean's. This massive place was like Jules Verne's Nautilus, only much bigger and in the sky rather than underwater. At the very least, she would be comfortable. The Collector finished the tour where they had begun, in the lounge, which was now empty. Apparently the other women had moved elsewhere. "And here is the lounge. If you should need anything at all, don't hesitate to use this call button," he said, indicating a small silver button on the wall. "You have one in your room as well. You will be treated with the utmost care while you are in my Palace. However, you know what will happen if you step out of line," he said, flourishing the remote. "Now, I must get to the cockpit. We are setting sail." With that, the Collector walked casually from the room, leaving Jean alone to think. This was truly an amazing place. But all the extravagance in the world couldn't conceal the fact that this was a prison. She wanted to go home, badly. Her mind turned to thoughts of escape. She looked around the lounge. It was a very comfortable looking place. There were chairs scattered around in various positions. It looked as if they were movable. Jean went over to one and touched it. It moved with the slightest touch, almost as if it were floating. How was she supposed to sit in it, she wondered? Her gravity-defying breasts made it impossible for her to bend down. She positioned herself over the chair and tried to sit, only to find herself pulled downwards by the same kind of force that kept her feet on the ground. Apparently there was a magnetic foil in her butt. Once in the chair she found it to be quite comfortable. She looked around the room again, and saw that in the corner there was a small black ball on the ceiling. That must be the camera, she thought. The Collector was probably watching her now, since she was a new arrival. She grimaced. That man was terrible. All he wanted was to control her and all these other women. She had to find a way to escape. She leaned over towards the porthole window on the wall, finding that her chair easily moved with her as she leaned, until she was looking out of the window. Jean gasped as she saw what was outside the window. The view was spectacular. Jean had never been on an airplane before, so she had never seen the clouds from above. It was like a kingdom of whipped cream. It was beautiful, but Jean's heart sank as she began to realize how hard it was going to be to escape this place...

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Implied Popping, floating, Prose that Blows 2 - Summer Fun (2010), Prose that Blows Runner-Up: Best Story, Prose that Blows Winner: Most Original Story Text: After the meal, Alicia burped. Loudly. Around the campfire the other girls looked up, disgusted rather than perturbed. But screw them. Alicia was counting on them being too polite, in addition to their other faults. There was a moment; right between feeling gassy and before the swelling; where you could burp. Make the biggest, rudest belch you could imagine, and let the gas out, up, and away. She remembered the games back in the bayou of her youth. The secrets and dampness of the woods, running with the trash folk her parents condemned; sitting by their fires and learning their lore over plant and bone. The boy and her would pestle the beans to paste; the acrid taste with the heat of summer pressing their bodies together. They would dare each other to hold on through the feeling of fermenting bubbles, and those times it went too far... Alicia shifted, awkward with the thought. She hoped her three companions didn't notice, or took it as an echo of their own discomfort. Even now they twitched between chattered inanities, their hands subconsciously massaging their bellies, faces pinched. But the light was poor, the camp-fire embered low under a starry sky. They were too self-absorbed to notice each other loosening the top button of their jeans. They had called it a picnic, which in itself dis-honoured the traditions of the trail; this meal of their last-evening. But she could hardly talk, given the spice she had added to the pot. Now as thin smoke contrails stroked the sky, lighter than air, she spoke to silence her doubts. "They call it Haricot Mauvais" she said simply. Her companions looked up, surprised. She had been quiet all evening and when she spoke now it was with a veiled menace so removed from the subservient tone she had formerly adopted. "Spoilt little rich girls from a fancy university", she purred, "all of you. A few days on horseback and you think yourselves cowgirls. You come out here riding Daddy's cheques, treat good people like dirt, and steer half the herd into a field of alfalfa. " The cool hush of the desert settled about her words. The look of surprise was changing into shock. The oldest girl, Jennifer, seemed about to say something when concern cut across her perfect pale features and straw-blond hair. Her tiny note wrinkled at some invisible sensation as her hands clutched at her midriff. "Feeling bloated, sweetie?" Alicia inquired, gently. "Well, you know what happens to cattle in alfalfa". The other two girls, Katie and Maria, rose, or tried to, but folded at the knees, their eyes widening in the orange light. As they cradled themselves the hissing began, a low and long rumble, audible over the soft pop of the fire. Immediately the buttons of their coarse white blouses shifted, tautened and they grunted with something between nausea and arousal. Pale skin became visible between the gaps, bulging outwards before their disbelieving eyes. The same thought was reflected in each of them; Inflating. Alicia stood up slowly. Her charges were mute with shock. The Hispanic, Maria, with dark eyes and ruby mouth, was desperately gulping as it to burp, but Alicia knew it was already too late. As she walked across the few yards separating them, the flickering light showed their bellies slowly expanding, their waistline growing one foot, two; rounding as if pregnant. Pregnant? Heh. Well, maybe if they'd been fucked by a helium balloon she thought viciously. Alicia stood over Katie, the youngest. Her short, tawny hair was streaked with perspiration and she was trying to say something but the noise was compressed by the sounds of gas within her. The curvature spread up her body, tearing away her blouse button by button, pushing her smoothed denims down over a globing ass. A lilac designer bra and panties now struggled to contain her, with breasts that perked and stiffened, adding cup sizes in seconds. In a moment of compassion, Alicia leant down and unfastened her bra. At once her tits ballooned free, matching the dome of her belly as they pointed at the sky. "How does it feel?" Alicia whispered. "Feels like...bubbles." gasped the girl. Her pale blue eyes shone with terror and delight. The invisible pressure massaged her, held her spread-eagled, limbs waving weakly astride the swelling globe of her body. The disparate spheres of her inflation began to join, subliming a bloated parody of femininity into a ball. Her arms and legs shrank helpless against the four-foot globe of her body. Alicia curiously placed her hand over the Katie's pneumatic form. The warmth and slow percolation within sharpened the hissing to a razors' edge. She let herself drape over the smooth pink expanse, feeling it press upwards in her embrace. A sudden sharp snap made her victim whimper, but it was just the thin cord of her panties parting. Now naked, the ballooning girl seemed cupped by the breeze, quivering before the lifting caress of the night air. Alicia felt her body bounced once, twice, leaving a soft indentation in the white sand. "Hsssh." Alicia smiled. "The next bit feels good" She stepped back, releasing her charge with a soft boing. At once the young girl started to float upwards, pawing weakly at the ground. Impossibly buoyant, she rotated as she rose, gasping at the sensations that filled her. For a moment her rose-flushed sex was scented with jasmine and excitement as she drifted above Alicia's head. Then she was higher than the surrounding cacti and rising fast; a pink bubble in the sky. Distractedly, Alicia was aware of the other two other girls following suit, rising. Part of her called out to lasso and ride them like an errant balloon, but she held back. If they had too much gas they'd float straight up until they burst: she didn't care. She just waited until all three were lost from sight before gathering her gear and heading for the trailer. Miles to go before dawn.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, giantess Text: It was an old machine, the wood nicked, the lacquer yellowing from age, and the brass tarnished. Behind the panes of glass was an animatronic wizard behind an opaque crystal ball, his threadbare robes and the paint on his porcelain face faded from the sun. Atop the wooden cabinet was a sign. "TOZLAR THE POWERFUL," it read.Adanna was a small woman, barely five feet tall, flat as a board, no hips to speak of, and yet never mistaken for a boy solely by virtue of her impeccable sense of fashion and hair styling. Despite this she did not consider herself very womanly, having a lack of womanly assets, a fact that nagged her to no end.She slotted a coin into the cabinet and ancient machinery sprang to life, Tozlar's hands moving in mechanical circles around the globe as it lit up. "Behold Tolzar the Powerful," a scratchy recording played from within. "Nothing is beyond his wisdom! Seek, and ye shall find!""I..." she mumbled, before falling silent again. The words inside of her rose to a head, and she spit out, "I want to be big. You're all-powerful, Tozlar. So make me big."There was a grinding noise from inside the machine as Tozlar's eyes slowly flashed and, with a robotic cackle, a card ejected from a slot in the front. Adanna picked it up, turning it over in her fingers to read what was printed on it. "'It's time to...'" She trailed off, arching an eyebrow. "'...order a restock? Send a self-addressed stamped envelope to Jacobs Novelty Machines, LLC at-'" She shook her head and sighed, flicking the card into a nearby trash can. "I can't even get a feel-good fortune anymore." It was a strange, deep sleep, filled with flights over distant vistas cast in colors not of this world. Adanna woke refreshed but confused, somehow not expecting to be in her own bed. She sat up, yawning, and scratched her head, unable to shake the feeling that something was off. Pulling the covers aside, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, and found herself thrown off when her feet touched the floor before she was used to.She looked down, and her eyes snapped open at the sight of her tented, snugger pajama top. Buttons flew as she tore it open, and she stared down at her suddenly newfound assets. They were not large - Adanna would describe them as average-sized, honestly - but they were where they once were not, and most importantly, they were hers. She held up her arms, noticing her shorter sleeves before returning her attention to her breasts. "...I'm going to need new clothes." Getting dressed was a minor ordeal. At the very least Adanna's panties fit somewhat properly, but the rest of her outfit was a series of compromises. Her skirt was the easiest to put on but, being made for someone about half a foot shorter and nowhere near as endowed, it put much more emphasis on her butt than it previously did. Wearing pantyhose with them out of the question entirely. Her sandals were two or three sizes too small, but they were the only footwear she had that weren't actively painful to wear. The prospect of wearing one of her old bras was laughable, but at the same time her casual shirts emphasized a little too much and were snug under the arms besides. In the end she settled for the loosest blouse she could find, rolling up the sleeves and leaving the top partially unbuttoned. It wasn't perfect but at least it was presentable; she wasn't interested in attracting everyone's attention.Well, not yet at least. Despite her sudden need and less-than-ideal footwear, Adanna chose to park on the far side of the mall and walk through it to reach her favorite clothing store. She had a new look and with it, a new outlook - one a few inches higher - and she wanted to see what the world was like. It felt good not being tripped over, for one.As Adanna entered the store, one of the saleswomen spied her out of the corner of her eye. Finishing off the bit of hanger re-arranging she was in the middle of, she approached her and waved. "Hi! What can I help you find today?""I need an entirely new wardrobe," Adanna said.In the span of two seconds, the saleswoman went through a myriad of thoughts and emotions: First was the acknowledgement that Adanna did need something, followed by the realization of the depths of her need. Then came a calculated blink, done as part of an effort to suppress the giddy glee that the phrase "I need an entirely new wardrobe" brings to someone who works on commission. Finally, a shift to a polite, obsequious manner directed towards the person who would be single-handedly responsible for paying off her car loans."I think I can help you out, ma'am." Adanna entered the changing room, hanging a handful of clothing on the hook and depositing another armful on the bench. With the saleswoman's help she had gathered enough to start with, which mostly consisted of clothing she had, but also a few articles she had been meaning to get but could never find in her size.As she removed a nice gold and black combo from its hanger, a sudden, odd feeling overcame her, as if something was pushing out from some indistinct point inside of her. Soon after her clothing grew tighter, and there was the quiet ripping of stitches as her hips began to force her skirt apart. As she looked down at herself her attention was suddenly drawn to her bust as it visibly grew, buttons popping as it liberated itself from the confines of her blouse. Her sandals began to pinch and she stepped out of them; confused, she stared into the mirror, a long look confirming that she had unmistakably grown taller.The feeling stopped after a few seconds but she continued to inspect herself, almost afraid that things would return to normal if she looked away. If she was gifted when she woke up, now she was positively blessed, with wide hips, an impressive set of legs, and generous heaping handfuls up top. For comparison's sake she held the dress up to herself, finding it entirely too small. After a bit of thought she shrugged. "Hell, I'm not complaining."Opening the changing room door, she leaned out and gestured for the saleswoman's attention. The saleswoman turned and immediately recoiled, blinking in confusion. Before they were eye-to-eye; now Adanna had half a foot on her. "Uh, yes?"Adanna held out the dress. "Do you have this in a larger size?" Two hours later Adanna left the store, a few hundred dollars poorer but several bags richer. It was quite an investment, but a necessary and even welcome one, considering that she woke up with a better body, then a few hours later recieved an even better body on top of that.As she proceeded through the mall, pondering her next move, the odd feeling of pushing inside of her returned, only more insistent. She froze in mid-step and, all at once, her clothing grew tighter. "Oh no." Glancing about, she ducked into a narrow corridor, hiding behind a vending machine and watching helplessly as her body grew to the quiet sound of tearing cloth and popping stitches.Her belt was the first thing to go, but of her own volition; in a short amount of time it had grown painfully tight, and she quickly removed it, dropping it into one of her bags. Shortly thereafter her shoes were simply forced open as her feet outgrew them, and long tears formed in her pantyhose. The clasp on her bra snapped apart as her breasts surged outward, the buttons popping on her shirt. She watched as her thighs and shoulders pushed against cloth before tearing it apart, and as her growth slowed to a stop the remnants of her clothing hung on by a few threads before simply falling apart under its own weight, leaving her nude.Adanna stared down at herself in disbelief before covering herself up with her hands. By now she was so tall that she was forced to stoop to stay hidden, and her figure would have been enviable were it not bordering on the absurd, with thick thighs, breasts the size of her head and a soft curve to her stomach. Reaching one hand down, she pressed her fingers against her abdomen, noting that it felt almost too soft to be fat.Straightening up, she peeked out over the top of the vending machine, noting a few passers-by that thankfully didn't know she was there. To her other side was the parking lot; it looked empty, and while it was probably a longer route to her car - assuming she could still fit in it to drive - there was more cover and the odds of not running past people were better. She fished her keys out of the pocket of her torn-up clothes and, scooping up her bags, she padded towards the doors, ducking her head beneath the frame as she left. It took the better part of twenty minutes, much of it spent hiding behind bushes and walls at the slightest sound of cars or sight of pedestrians, but Adanna made it to the lot where her car was parked. After one last scan of the horizon she dashed from behind the bushes, moving as fast as she could manage barefoot across the asphalt. She pressed one arm across her breasts to keep them from bouncing around so much as she ran, finding it uncomfortable and annoying. In a way, she was grateful that she didn't need to deal with it before.Unlocking the trunk she threw her bags in, slammed it shut, and quickly circled around to the driver's seat. Just as she was pondering if it was even possible for her to fit, let alone drive, the pushing returned once again, but more intense, and accompanied with an odd pressure in her belly and a barely audible sound at the threshold of her hearing.The keys slipped from her hand as her expression fell. Adanna's line of sight began to creep upward, more quickly this time, as her figure grew even more pronounced. Her backside, calves and thighs grew plump, together with her arms, and her gut pushed out into a soft, curvy bulge that spread around her sides, atop which rested two huge breasts. By the time it came to a stop she had no hope of driving away, standing over twice as tall as a normal person.Adanna ducked behind her car, turning and contorting her fattened body to avoid being wedged between it and the vehicle beside it. She had no way of getting home under her own power short of walking, and hiding in a parking lot didn't sound like the best course of action, especially if she started growing again. Poking her head out, she spotted a tree-filled park across the road and, with no other options, she made a run for it.At the very least her increased size meant increased speed, even if her body wobbled and shook with every step. Adanna abandoned covering herself below in favor of keeping her belly and bust still, bobbing almost too easily to be flesh. As she set foot in the park she realized it wasn't as empty as she had hoped, but any potential embarrassment at being seen nude was trumped by her embarrassment at transforming into a chubby giantess.As she tried to ignore a couple that was staring at her, she heard a sound that was unmistakably the hissing of air, just before the pushing and pressure returned. Panic welled up in her as she resumed growing, rising higher by the second. Not only in height but in width, as her ass swelled into two round hemispheres tapering down into thighs so thick they pushed her legs apart. Any traces of a waist were gone as her stomach and sides pushed out into a single round dome topped with breasts that were beginning to impede her vision, and her arms had likewise rounded out so much that she couldn't fully bend them. Despite being so bulky she didn't feel encumbered; on the contrary, it was almost like she was hollow.Adanna turned to and fro as the hissing ended, looking herself over, worried that it could happen again. She turned to the side, spotting the couple again, now only reaching up to her knees. "You there!" she pointed. "Call for help! An ambulance, anything!"They stared at her."Just- get a phone out! Now!" They jumped into action, pulling out their phones just as the hissing began anew. Judging from their reactions, it was loud enough for them to hear. "Oh no."Adanna winced at the sudden increase in pressure as her torso simply pushed outward, the few remaining contours smoothing out as it took on an altogether more spherical shape. Her breasts were two prominent exceptions, simply growing wider and larger as they rose off of her body. Her limbs widened and turned conical, arms and legs being forced straight before starfishing, losing all mobility save for her feet and her defiantly-flapping hands. She teetered before falling forward onto her stomach, the impact sending an unexpected vibration through her. She rolled back to what would have been a standing position, her sex brushing against the grass, and tried in vain to squeeze any sort of bodily movement from her swollen form.As the hissing faded away, Adanna gave up on any hopes of moving under her own power. Over the horizon of her body she could see the tops of the trees, a reminder that she had yet again gained height in addition to the newer, stranger roundness. She felt full, though not painfully so. It was bordering on pleasant, or at least might be mistaken for pleasant were it not accompanied by public humiliation and immobility. Well, she thought. At least it can't get any worse.The hissing began anew, louder than ever, and her face paled as she felt her backside leave the ground. After it got worse, Adanna took a moment to regain her bearings. Over the course of one day she had grown taller before filling up with air and floating, this much she knew and wished she didn't. But judging from what little scenery she could see, she wasn't moving, meaning that she was simply hovering over the park. When she got down - or deflated, she supposed - and returned to normal she could easily drive home.Keeping her mind focused on ordinary things kept her from panicking, as much as she would have liked to.She tried deflating by blowing out the air. This proved to be unsuccessful, though she did learn that with repeated efforts she could rotate backwards and so, with much effort, she eventually re-positioned herself to be facing downward, where she learned that she was hovering not more than twenty-five feet from the ground and surrounded by onlookers who she wished had something better to do.The hours ticked by rather slowly, and just as the sun began to set a man in a suit carrying a briefcase and a sheaf of papers approached, looking up at her. Standing beneath her head he asked, "excuse me, are you Adanna..." He checked the paper. "Schmaytt? Essemmit? Am I pronouncing this correctly?""Smith.""Yes, of course. Miss Smith, you've recently operated a product of Jacobs Novelty Machines, have you not?"She thought. "I did, earlier today. Why?""Well." He adjusted his glasses. "There was a product recall recently by the Consumer Product Safety Commission regarding the use of monkey's paws obtained through poaching in their machines' construction. It was thought that the company retrieved all the units they had produced, but you've proven that they missed one. This is a display of gross negligence on their part, and-" Adanna cleared her throat and he jumped, as if snapping out of a trance. "Yes?""I'm... I've been doing that 'hurry up' gesture with my hand." She glanced to the side. "Can you see it?""I'll take your word for it. To make a long story short, your highly visible experience was terrible PR for Jacobs, their stocks took a hit, and following the negligence lawsuit, the money was used to buy them up. You're now majority shareholder. Any questions?""Is the fortune machine still there?"

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Male Inflation, Clean Popping Text: Some people pilot racing blimps. Some people are racing blimps.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, anthro, first person, floating, helium Text: "So what do you think? Homemade." "Definitely lemony. Quite nice. You're getting better." "Have another piece." "I shouldn't; trying to lose a few pounds" "Oh. It won't hurt. Go on" Lucy cuts the neatest slice and levers it onto my plate, smiling proudly. Moving to stand by the window, she peers against the glass; her face mottled by sun and shade. Outside, the rain has parted; shafts of sky striking through heavy cloud. The surrounding moorland is freckled with sodden browns and green, cascading away from the isolated cottage. "So what did you do to her?" I sip my tea slowly, offsetting the sharpness of the confection. Lucy turned back from the light. She puts her plate down and sits on the arm of the over-stuffed chair facing me. "Not that much. But she underwent a bit of a...change". Lucy let the tease linger under and arched eyebrow. "What? Ohmygod. You mean, ani-whatchamacallit, animorphics?" "Anthropomorphics." She corrected patiently, leaning forward confidentially. "Femina-Bovina Levitica, to be precise." I 'd seen one of the shift-suits working once before. It had taken 5 minutes of persuasion before I'd been brave enough to touch it. Even whilst inert the slightly rubbery-smooth surface held a texture not-quite-unlike latex. That had been weird enough. I couldn't imagine what it felt like to wear....to merge with.... "Oh good grief". My hand flew to my mouth. "Is she....I mean, is it like, you know? Blow-up....." "Mmm-mmm" Lucy nods in affirmation, cupping her hands two-foot apart as she enunciated the words. "Giant. Inflatable. Udders." "That is soooo twisted!" I laughed. For anyone else I'd have thought that a little cruel, but in this case it felt deserved though. She always had been a bit of a cow. "Awwwwh, but she looks adorable though!" Lucy softened, "The little ears and tail. So cute!" "Can we change her back?" I ask, curiously. "Not that I'm in a hurry to, or anything." "Maybe. It kinda depends if she wants to. The meld took hold really tightly. That implies there's at least some part of the person secretly enjoying it....." Lucy brightened suddenly, as if a thought had just occurred to her. "You wanna go and see her? I've got her tethered out back." "Tethered? To stop her getting away?" I say, puzzled. Lucy shakes her head. "Nawh, She doesn't really want to go anywhere. She just wants to be milked." "Milked?" I blink, uncomprehending. "Sure. She's an inflatable cow. Of course she produces milk " Lucy looked at me exasperated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Gosh, that's very....ummm.....sounds rather intimate..." I giggle at the image that came to mind. "But...it doesn't explain the tether?" "It's for her own safety really. When a cow-girl produces helium-milk in quantity..." "Helium-milk?" I ask again, feeling stupid now. "Hmmm. Just like regular milk. But under the right conditions - inside a person, say, or their udders - it becomes, basically, gassy. Anyway, with our friend, if she doesn't get it milked out of her then....well, she gets a bit carried away." "You mean she floats?" I blurt out. "Like a balloon." Lucy smirked, wafting her hand upwards. "If she wasn't tied down, she'd drift off on the wind. Hey, I practise responsible farming...." "Oh that's just wonderful." I laugh, shaking my head. "I bet this is one little cow that could jump over the moon." "She gets over-the-moon alright, hon. Milking her is like wrestling an over-sensitive blimp.... Just pulling her down when its time will set her off, and the process itself...." I blush at that, feeling my own nipples tingle in sympathy. "You mean she gets....umm...kind of aroused?" "With all that pressure in her udders? The first time I squeezed her out, she came like an express train. You should have heard her last night." Lucy puts her head to one side, sucking her cheeks inwards to parody. "Stumooooopid voice. I'm....Moooo....ballmooooon...Moooost....milk..... please.....Mooooilk me....." "So....snurf...a silly cow-girl gets ballooned with helium-milk....snurf...." I snort into my tea, trying to control my laughter. "What does it taste like? I'm almost curious" "Fairly flavourless, I suspect. Won't win many dairy prizes. Why, wanna try some? I've got half a dozen quarts of the stuff to get rid of and it seems a shame to tip it away." I shake my head. "Not that curious. I know you; you'd have me spending the next few hours on your ceiling,....or worse." "Suit yourself." Lucy sighs. "I'll have to make shakes with it, or something. You are such a stick-in-the-mud. I'd think you didn't trust me." She sits down fully on the armchair, reclining into thought with eyes half-closed. In the silence between us I could hear something, faintly, like a whisper. No? Yes? Did I feel different? Bloated? No...maybe a bit....lighter. A moment passed. Definitely lighter. Oh no. I look over to Lucy. Her silver fork lies by the side of the plate, its contents untouched. She regarded me with playful eyes. "How was your cheesecake?" She asked, mischievously.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, blow, chemical, competition, huge, thumb Text: Melinda was a whirlwind of productivity in the lab that day, combining chemicals, running tests, minding the centrifuge, and engaging in all sorts of distillation and refinement. Everything went smoothly and her work went undisturbed; it was one of those mornings where, for once, she felt that lying about having a Master's Degree wasn't a bad idea after all.She watched the burner as the chemicals inside a flask simmered and rolled, removing it just as it began to boil. Setting it aside, she picked up a bowl of powdered substances she wasn't entirely sure how to pronounce and slowly added it, watching as it faded from clear to an opaque purple. Studying it for a moment she thought about what to do next before shrugging, opening up a nearby can of diet soda, and pouring it in.A small purple mushroom cloud erupted from from the flask, quickly filling the room. Melinda coughed and sputtered, waving one hand in front of her as she backed away. The mist dissipated quickly, but seemed to cling to her skin in a clammy film for a few seconds before evaporating."Wow," she said. "That was the biggest reaction I've gotten in days."Suddenly there was a quiet creak followed by a low hiss, and her stomach and sides bulged out from beneath her clothes. Melinda let out a yelp as her shirt rode up on her, the lab coat draping down over her sides as her waist disappeared. She pressed her hands into her belly; there was an unusual amount of give and softness to it, the skin bulging up between her fingers. As she watched she felt her skirt grow tight around her hips, the stitches popping as she grew rounder. It was unexpected, but she couldn't help but feel calm about it. Maybe if she could separate the inflating aspect from that she could turn it into a sedative.Equally unexpected was the lab door slamming open, and she turned awkwardly to see her co-worker Janet staring at her in shock. "Melinda?""Janet, hi!" She waved, her arm's mobility limited by its growing thickness.Janet's lips curled up in a sneer. "You..." She stormed in, poking Melinda between the domes of her breasts. "I should have known you would try to one-up me in my research."There was a quiet ripping as her legs took on a conical shape, tearing apart her stockings. "I would?"She gave her a shove, forcing her onto her curved backside. "Look at you, still playing dumb." As Melinda's limbs widened, forced to the sides and gradually absorbed, she rocked back forward to see Janet holding a vial of liquid. "But I'll show you that a copy can't surpass the original!""But I wasn't trying to-"Janet downed the contents before throwing the empty container across the room. Melinda's eyes followed it as it bounced off the wall, sinking perfectly into the trash; as she looked back Janet was undeniably rounder, and within seconds she burst through her clothes and was the same shape and size as she, dome-shaped breasts and limbs spread across a spherical body."Oh. Oh well."The two women swelled to their own sounds - Melinda to hissing, Janet to gurgling. Their growing bodies tore the last bits of their clothing to shreds, leaving tatters on the floor and dangling from their wrists and ankles. There was a barely audible "bump" and Janet's eyes widened for a brief moment as her back pressed against the door. A few seconds later there was another, louder and more hollow, as their bellies met, and Janet looked at her smugly. As they inflated they pushed against each other, sliding across the floor as their feet flapped above the tiles, shoving over and aside tables in their path. The room was starting to feel somewhat small to Melinda, though she wasn't too worked up about it, knowing that it was simply an accident and a misunderstanding.A loud slam across the room caught their attention, and both turned their heads just as a severe-looking woman in a skirt suit stormed in; Melinda and Janet immediately recognized her as Arlene, their boss."So," Arlene began, "I leave you two alone and -this- is what happens."Melinda looked back at Janet, who rolled her eyes. "Sorry?""Sorry won't save you," she replied, pulling off her coat. Throwing it aside, she undid her skirt, letting it fall to around her ankles. "Perhaps I should show you two who the -real- big shot here is!"Raising her thumb to her mouth, Arlene took a deep breath and blew. Her cheeks swelled up like baseballs as her ass and thighs billowed out, looking as if she had beach balls stuffed in her pantyhose. She blew again, and her body from beneath her arms grew round, merging with her hips and backside. Puffing away, her legs were forced apart as she rose higher on the ball of her body, keeping pace with the room's other two occupants.As Melinda's head neared the ceiling she had but one thought: It was starting to get crowded in here. By the afternoon most of downtown was taken up by what looked like large balloons of various sizes and skin tones. A good portion of buildings in the area were damaged in at least some capacity from having their occupants grow out of or press against them while growing. It was a highly disruptive state of affairs and not at all funny to the police officers manning the cordon around the area."How does this even happen," the first officer asked.The second shook his head. "Couldn't tell you."Behind them a car screeched to a halt and a young woman nearly fell out, clutching a bicycle pump. "You think that's BIG? I'll show you BIG!"The cops turned as one. "Ma'am-""I'll be bigger than you!" she shouted to no one in particular as she charged the barricades. "Bigger than the city!""Ma'am-""BIGGER THAN THE MOON!! BIGGER THAN THE WOR-"The second officer yanked the pump out of her hands. "No.""Aw."

Tags: Belly Inflation, Breast Inflation, Butt Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Inflation Olympics Text: As Sandy and Laurie led Sarah back to the locker room, Sarah began to hear noises of activity: the rush of compressed gases, lockers opening, lockers shutting, the hum of many voices of conversation, and the occasional laugh of a shared joke. The sounds themselves left Sarah completely unprepared for the sights that met her eyes as the trio entered the locker room.Hugely stretched leotards, unitards, and speedsuits of varying colors and designs were resplendent around the room, filled to capacity with the distended bodies of their occupants. Sarah could look nowhere in the large locker room without her eyes falling upon someone's vastly inflated torso, ballooned rump, swollen limbs, or a bosom that resembled nothing so much as a pair of zeppelins attempting to race with each other. All shapes and sizes of women were present. Sarah noted huge, rounded figures much like her two companions, overly exaggerated hourglass figures, women with large, swollen bellies, distended helium-filled bottoms that didn't look like their owner could even sit upon them, and the occasional otherwise-uninflated woman who had evidently had a pair of airbags deploy from her chest. Many were only slightly inflated as of yet, a fair number were quite similar in size to Laurie, and a few were even on the same scale as the hugely-inflated Sandy.All of the ladies were involved in various preparations. Some struggled to tie their hair back, fighting against ballooned arms that resisted bending. Other women adjusted and pulled at their garments, trying to find a more comfortable fit. Many of the less inflated were still taking deep draughts of helium from small gas cylinders produced from their lockers, and their bodies distending before Sarah's very eyes. Now and then, Sarah heard the "whish-whish" of inflated Lycra-clad bodies pressing together as women milled about in the inflated crowd, walking to lockers, to the sinks, or stooping to zip a duffel bag. The huge locker room that would have been able to comfortably hold more than a hundred and fifty women of normal construction seemed filled to capacity by perhaps only forty."Hey everybody!" Sandy yelled, moving into the throng. As she stepped past various other women, either party was obliged to squeeze past the other with a laugh or smiling apology accompanied by the whisper of taut Lycra and squeak of ballooned flesh pressing together."Hi, Sandy!" called one redhead bearing an incredibly-ballooned belly. Various other cries and greetings echoed from around the room, with one brunette who was sucking from a cylinder of helium simply waving an inflating arm in greeting."Where's Laurie?" asked someone else."Over by the door!" Sandy said, pointing the direction with a nod of her head."Hi, Laurie!" called several, waving."Who's that with her?" asked one platinum-blonde woman with a well-inflated lower body who was preparing to tug on a yellow unitard."Dunno... a new contestant, maybe?" replied her astoundingly big-breasted neighbor that was rubbing lotion onto her arms while sitting on the concrete island in the middle of the locker room."Hi there! Are you new?" the blonde called to Sarah.Another woman further back waved to Sarah and yelled, "I've got a space open on my bounce squad if you need it!"Still another yelled, "I can squeeze you in on my speed-inflation team, new girl!" Nervously, Sarah took a hesitant step back from all the attention from so many over-inflated women. She felt herself press back accidentally into the distended softness of Laurie's body, and leaped forward again with a yelp. From her place behind Sarah, Laurie took Sarah by the shoulder and gave her a reassuring squeeze."She's not a new contestant everybody," Laurie explained. "She's that reporter I mentioned last time, Sarah Alders! Everybody be nice to her and make her feel welcome please!""Hiiiii, Sarah!" chorused the inflated occupants of the room."Um... hello," Sarah replied, with a shy wave. Normally she was a very assertive person, you had to be to be in journalism... but she'd never had to deal with balloon women before! One by one, the women went back to their preparations, aside from a few now and then that waved to Sarah happily when they noticed her gaping in disbelief at their hyperpneumatic physiques."Don't worry," said Laurie, giving Sarah another reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. "Everyone is happy that you're here.""I know," said Sarah, sheepishly. "This all just takes a little getting used to!" Laurie laughed good-naturedly."I imagine it does! It's been so long since I've been new, I guess I've forgotten what it feels like!" Laurie took a step forward and beckoned Sarah. "C'mon, I'll introduce you to the other two girls on my relay team!"Laurie led Sarah over to the woman with the short, platinum hair and the jumbo-sized inflated backside that had wondered who Sarah was earlier. She had managed to somehow wriggle her way into her yellow unitard."Sarah, I'd like you to meet Lindsey. Lindsey, Sarah.""Hi there!" Lindsey said. She finished smoothing one seam of her yellow unitard that ran down one huge flank, and shook Sarah's hand warmly. "Glad to have you here!""Hi," Sarah said. Laurie then turned to the huge-breasted woman beside Lindsey, an otherwise-petite woman with raven locks spilling down to her shoulders."And this is Amanda... Amanda, Sarah," Laurie said."Hi, Sarah," Amanda replied quietly. Sarah greeted her in return."Amanda's always so serious right before events," Laurie admitted. "She's the last runner on the relay team." Amanda did manage a smile. She seemed to be glad to be talking rather than thinking about the competition of the coming events."Yeah... I'm the one that goes through the finish line," Amanda said. "That's why I have these," Amanda explained, poking at her ballooned bosom."Uh...?" Sarah asked, uncertainly. She had a bizarre mental image of Amanda using her swollen chest to win a photo-finish during a race. She tried extremely hard not to stare or gape at Amanda's exposed cleavage. Sarah had almost gotten used to the appearance of the extremely inflated bodies that abounded in the locker room, but Amanda's inflation evidently existed rather exclusively in her breasts, and on her otherwise petite and slender frame the effect was dramatic."It's a lot easier to run fast if you're only inflated in the chest," Amanda explained. "Since I'm the last runner in the relay I don't have to hold very much, so I can concentrate on speed." Sarah was relieved that Amanda's explanation made more sense than her imagined one. Amanda tugged on one of the shoulder straps of her red leotard and adjusted her pneumaticized endowments. Sarah couldn't help but notice that the two orbs jostled and fought for space inside the décolletages of the crimson leotard like a duo of trucks fighting over a parking space."I see," Sarah said in response. It made sense, at least. Sandy joined the four of them again, squeezing her way through the bevy of inflated bodies that surrounded them. She sketched a mock salute, and settled her inflated body into a sitting position next to Amanda on the concrete island. She leaned forward, placing her arms on top of her inflated breasts with her hands clasped over top of her cleavage. She rested her chin on the tops of her hands, and she seemed to be merely resting on top of some pillows. Sarah could almost forget that those pillows were Sandy's own inflated breasts and body."Hey guys," she said once she'd gotten comfortable. Lindsey zipped up her bag, and pushed it further towards the center of the concrete island. She sat down in the place the bag had vacated. Sarah noticed that even though she was quite short, Lindsey's overinflated backside buoyed her several inches higher than even the extremely-inflated Sandy sat."Hey Sandy," Lindsey said. She glanced at Laurie and then back at Sandy. She added, "So are you guys still going through with 'Plan B' for the relay today?" Laurie nodded."'Plan B?'" asked Sarah."'Plan BIG,' said Sandy with a big grin. "What I was explaining to you about the relay while Laurie was inflating.""'Fraid so," Laurie affirmed in response to Lindsey's question. "Nobody's tried this with the relay before, like I said, so we're also going to get the element of surprise. Hopefully some of the other teams will be distracted, and between that and the additional helium we're going to be carrying, I think we'll easily make up the lost time.""Great," Lindsey pouted."Heh, what are you worried about?" Laurie asked with a grin. "I'm getting half of Sandy's helium, you just get a quarter of it.""I know, but she's in all the max volume events," Lindsey complained. "Saying I'm getting a quarter of her helium is like saying that I only have to drink a quarter of the Pacific ocean!" Sarah noticed Sandy watching this exchange with a big grin on her face, and she suddenly got the impression that Sandy rather enjoyed the reactions of people to her impressive capacity. Amanda broke the silence after Lindsey's grumbling."Just think of it as just another test of your abilities, Linz," Amanda said. She then barely stifled a laugh before adding, "And a chance to stress-test the seat of those tights!" Lindsey glared at her, but Sarah saw the resigned gallows humor in Lindsey's eyes."I dunno what you think is so funny!" Lindsey said smugly. She poked at the side of one of Amanda's endowments with an index finger. "Sure, I'm going to be waddling down the track with a huger-than-huge behind, but you're going to be trying to find the finish line with those pontoons inflated so big they're going to be floating up in your face!" Amanda laughed and leaned back slightly, resting her weight on the heels of her hands. Sarah noticed that the pose caused a rather alarming forward projection of Amanda's balloon-like breasts."Well," Amanda reasoned, "I can run backwards. Whereas you're going to be waddling regardless of which way you run!" Lindsey stuck her tongue out at Amanda and crossed her arms before looking away in mock injury."Seriously though, Amanda... you probably want to stretch out a bit more than that," Laurie warned. "Even you're going to be holding a lot.""Geez, you think so?" Amanda asked, concerned. She turned and surveyed Sandy. "Um... how much bigger were you planning to go during the race?" Sandy only grinned and spread her arms wide and puffed out her cheeks comically."Oh man," Amanda said, her alarm showing in her raised eyebrows. She looked down at her bosom. "I guess I do need to be ready to hold a lot more," she confirmed. Amanda reached into her gym back and produced a black metal cylinder the length of her forearm that had a pressure gauge and dangling hose attached. She briefly checked the gauge and put the free end of the hose into her mouth. Amanda adjusted the tiny gauge on the cylinder and hissing gas began to force its way into her bosom. As more and more of the chilly helium filled her, her already-distended bosom began to swell and expand like a time-lapse film of a pair of pumpkins ripening on a vine, the material of her top stretching and groaning as it was forced to expand along with Amanda's burgeoning breasts.Sarah let out a small squeak, but nobody heard it.Oblivious to Sarah's discomfiture and Amanda's burgeoning mammaries, Laurie, Lindsey, and Sandy began to discuss their plan of attack while Amanda listened in."Well, as long as we're really going through with this, we might as well think through it," Lindsey observed. Laurie nodded."What do you want to know?" Laurie asked."Well, first of all, how do you want to do the handoffs?" Lindsey inquired."Directly is probably best," Laurie said. "The handoff hoses we usually use aren't going to cut it... they're too narrow, and we need to pick up all the time we can during the inflations themselves, since we're going to be so slow while running. As long as everyone is okay with that," she said."I'm okay with it," Sandy said."Me too, assuming we can even GET that close," Lindsey said.Amanda merely flashed a thumbs-up sign, unable to speak around the hose that was still bloating her breasts."Well, regarding being able to get close enough, I don't think it's going to be a problem," Laurie said in response to Lindsey. "Sandy and I are probably going to have to approach backwards to get close enough, but I think all the other handoffs will go fine." Lindsey nodded."What about your initial inflation, Sandy?" Lindsey asked, turning to face the hugely swollen woman, who was still leaning forward and resting upon the pillows of her body and bosom that were trapped between her thighs and her arms."I've taken care of it already," Sandy said. "I told the starter I wanted the regulator on my tank set to fifteen times starting relay pressure.""Geez," Lindsey said, awed. "Are you sure even you can take that?" Sandy laughed politely, but with true mirth in her eyes. "...What?" Lindsey asked, hesitantly."You need to come watch some of the max volume events more often, Linz," Laurie said, laughing along with Sandy."How come?" Lindsey asked."Starting pressure for maximum volume speed inflation is about seventy times relay pressure," Sandy said."Holy crap," Lindsey whispered, eyebrows raised. Amanda's eyes widened."Is that a lot?" asked Sarah. Lindsey could only nod dumbly."Fifteen times is going to be a walk in the park for me," Sandy continued. "I'd go a lot faster to gain us some time, but if I go much faster than that I don't know if I'm going to be able to stop at a size that's going to be all that comfortable for Laurie," Sandy said."Yeah, really... no more than that," Laurie said. "This is going to be a big stretch for me as it is." Lindsey nodded, agreeing overwhelmingly. Amanda spat the hose from her mouth and quickly screwed the regulator shut. Her breasts were perhaps twice the size they had been and her leotard didn't appear happy about it."Man, I can't believe we're doing this," Amanda said with a rueful chuckle."Well, even if we don't win there's always notoriety, right?" Laurie asked happily."Yup!" crowed Sandy. "People are going to be talking about this for a long time!""I can see the headlines now," Lindsey said dryly. "Stupid girls in relay put max volume girl on team as first runner, second runner rolled off field, immobile, after handoff." Sandy laughed loudly."Anytime one of you wants to make that sort of headline, just let me know," Sandy said with an evil grin. Just then, a speaker in the corner of the locker room's ceiling came to life with a crackle."Everyone participating in the 4-person mobility relay, please report to the arena. Team captains, be sure to sign in with starter," it said."That's us, gang," Laurie said. Sandy clapped her hands and laughed. Laurie smirked."You've really been looking forward to this, haven't you?" Laurie said in chagrin."You bet!" Sandy agreed. "I always thought you should have been in the max volume events, and now I get to see you try that body shape on for size!""'For size' is right," Lindsey said. Laurie laughed nervously, discomfited."Well, anyway, we ought to get down there and get signed in," Laurie said. Sandy grinned evilly at Sarah."She's a little embarrassed about how big she's going to be getting in a few minutes when I hand off to her in the relay," Sandy said to Sarah."Hush, you," Laurie said accusingly, blushing slightly. Sandy just laughed, but it was a good-natured laugh. "Anyway, we really DO need to get down there, girls," Laurie said, recovering. The five of them stood, and began moving towards the exit of the locker room, and deeper into the building. Sarah noticed quite a few other girls of varying proportions standing and beginning to leave as well. Several of them looked rather alarmed by the fact that Sandy appeared to be leaving for the event too."Well," Laurie said to Sarah, "get ready to see a competition like you've never seen before!"

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Other Inflation, Male Inflation, balloon transformation, Full Body Text: The Revulcanizing Polymer Bonding Shuffler, usually just called it to save time, was encased in a colossal industrial sarcophagus, and stood as an unholy union of the bleeding edges of every field of science and engineering, from Quantum Mechanics to the Culinary Sciences. An outer case of stainless steel covered the labyrinth of coolant pipes, wires, sensors, and air ducts, which surrounded the it, and three huge hoses reached like the fingers of a hand toward the exhaust vents hung from the ceiling. The instrument panel and digital readout covered the broad side of the machine, bespeckling it with a number of dials, knobs, switches, levers, and meters, all of which could level a small town if calibrated improperly. On the shorter side, the single enormous door to the interior of the machine resembled--in form as well as function--a thermonuclear blast shield. The only major difference was that this kept the radiation in. The machine was so large that the lab in which it was built had to be annexed by the development team for its sole use, and the rest of the RandD department relocated to the basement-level storage room. Still, the team was so large that during working hours, the lab was completely stuffed with overworked and underslept engineers spouting data and complaints about deadlines at each other. But currently, at nearly two in the morning, all that remained of the chaos were the scattered piles of papers and two exhausted project leaders. Blake, the leader of the build team, was toiling away on the crank to open the two and a half ton door, muttering something about the poor design of the emergency release, which was practically a hair-trigger. Behind him sat Christina, the leader of the chemistry team, busily debugging the incomplete operating program given to her by the programming team. By no means was she a programmer, but she was terrifyingly intelligent, so one could say the problem balanced itself out. Polymer chain composition was the topic of her controversial doctoral thesis, and her proposed theories--explained using limes, toothpicks, and a roll of tin foil--had earned her the coveted position she now possessed, as well as a reputation as a trailblazing crackpot--or a mad scientist, whichever suits your fancy. Despite being half Greek, she was sometimes mistaken for being Filipino. This she blamed on her fifty-eight inch stature, which (along with her wiry physique) she blamed on secret anti-growth hormones in Oreos. As she stayed inside more often and her skin paled to an increasingly brilliant white, the confusion seemed to die away. Because of her tendency to forget about blinking, her large eyes tended to freak people out after a while. To make matters worse, her bushy black hair was the central link in making her an uncanny lookalike to a miniature poodle. Christina yawned and leaned back against the machine, fiddling with the taut yellow balloon on her lap. Though many of the team members were tempted to call it a fetish, she maintained that she only liked the texture, sound, look, smell, elasticity, and molecular structure of latex for purely scientific reasons. Most of the team were skeptical, though. This is the same person who brushes her top teeth with Colgate and her bottom teeth with Aquafresh to keep the CIA on its toes. Nothing could be that straightforward with her. But as she squeezed the supple balloon with her fingers, felt its tacky skin push against her hand, and heard it squeal, her mind couldn't help but wander to less pressing matters. She had the whole scene prepared in her head. Instead of sitting on the concrete floor of a laboratory, she was lying on an unmade hotel bed in Somewhere, USA. Rather than chinos and a blouse, she was undressed--save for the black silk lingerie which Blake bought her for this special night. Rather than typing on a laptop, she was cradled in Blake's huge arms, with her tiny leg thrown over his tree trunk of a thigh, and dancing her fingers along his toned chest. She was smiling at him, and he smiled back with his silly toothless grin. The room wasn't lit by oppressive overhead fluorescent lights, but illuminated solely by a lonely street lamp by the window, whose rays cut between the shutters to cast tiger stripes on the floral wallpaper. She'd rustle his neat brown hair and giggle when he ran his fingers through hers. The bedside radio was playing Kind of Blue in it entirety, commercial free, and Miles Davis had just begun playing Blue in Green. The moment was perfect. She was his, and, at last, he was hers. She'd climb on top of his chest, perfectly nailing that mischievous grin she practiced in the mirror every morning, and rub her smooth tummy against his rough abdomen. Their eyes would link perfectly--steel gray and chestnut brown--and be drawn towards each other like binary stars, the world spinning, spinning, until colliding in a Red Nova of passion. Then, she'd take in a deep breath, drinking the sex in the air like sweet champagne, and blow, as if into a balloon. She'd blow again, and again, and again, rhythmically, while reveling in the hollow whoosh of each zephyrean breath, which each time deepened in pitch. First, the muscles of his abs would smooth out into a pneumatic potbelly. His shoulders and thighs would lose a bit of their definition with each puff, widening ever so slightly as his torso swelled. Soon, his arms would get stiffer, and his legs more rigid. His belly and chest would smooth out into a single continuous curve, along with his sides, as his back began to round out to match. She'd massage his belly, which would creak like the skin of a balloon, as she continued to blow. His thighs and forearms would inflate into cones, tapering off to his fingers and toes, while his body swelled into a beautiful globe. His body would creak as it began to press into the ceiling, bulging outwards and straining to stay together while it absorbed the last of his limbs. Then, balancing on the edge, with each strained and shallow breath sending waves of frantic squeals across his skin, he'd look into her eyes. "I'm your balloon," he'd whisper. "Pop me. Pop me like the balloon I am." Streaks of crimson lightning raced around his taut, rotund form, with even the faintest careless touch seemingly enough to burst him. The orange light of the streetlamp cast right through him from side to side. With one last gentle breath, she'd kiss her balloon goodbye and drink up the protests of his overtaxed skin, then blow, slowly, listening to the orchestra of groans and creaks and squeaks build to a crescendo just... before... Boom! Christina snapped out of her dream with a start. What just happened?! She picked up the shard of yellow latex draped over her ankle and looked at Blake, crouching in front of her with a sharp pencil in his hand and a cheeky grin on his face. Christina blushed. "My balloon!" "Yeah, and our deadline." He patted her on the shoulder. "C'mon, there's plenty of time to sleep when we get this baby chugging." Christina held the torn piece of latex in her hands like a toddler holding a dead songbird. "But... My balloon. You popped it." "It's just a balloon." Christina's heart shattered. Blake sighed, "C'mon, you know I didn't mean that. If we get this thing working, I can make it all better. I promise." He stood up and outstretched his hand. Christina swallowed back her tears and took his offer. Blake grinned, and with a tug yanked Christina to her feet. The sudden momentum sent her, squealing all the way, face first into his chest. It was a shame she was so short--a foot and a half taller and they would have kissed. "You ready to wrap this up, tiger?" Christina regained her balance as Blake began walking over to the box of scrap plastic, then caught up. She tucked her hands in her pockets and slouched. "Tiger? I'm not a tiger." "No?" "I'm more like a porcupine or a beaver." "I think you look more like a mini poodle." Christina turned red. "I do not!" Blake smirked, "I dunno, you got the poofy hair and puppy dog eyes. I think--" "I said I do not!" "Alright, alright. Porcupine it is. I went ahead and ran a last-minute check while you were snoozing, and so far everything seems A-okay for now. You got the code working, right?" "Yeah, mostly. It oughta work." Blake picked up the box. "Aw, that's sexy!" Christina's eyes bugged out. "What?!" "Huh? Oh, everything's just going so sexy right now!" "But... I don't... I..." Christina changed the subject. "Uh, do you need any help?" Blake put the box on his shoulder. "Nah, I got it." "Sexy!" Blake flexed an arm. "Thanks! You're not too bad looking yourself." Christina's brain exploded. Not literally, of course. Literally, she only froze in place, red as a tomato and stuttering incomprehensibly, while her brain figuratively blue screened, rebooted, and installed an update or two. By the time Blake finished dumping the box's contents in the basin of the machine, Christina's brain was confident enough to run itself in safe mode. It carefully guided her body to her laptop, where she then plugged it into the digital readout of the machine and ran the software. Christina admired Blake's rear as he cranked the door closed, then followed him to the instrument panel once it was locked shut. Blake counted down from three and flicked a switch. A low hum reverberated in the room. Then, after turning a knob halfway round, a sharp hiss cut through the air and faded to a hollow rumble, while the exhaust hoses began to wobble. Condensation dripped from one of the pipes and the smell of ozone hung in the air. Blake counted down from three again, and then pressed a big red button. Ka-Chunk! The floor began to tremble. The overhead lights dimmed and flickered. The whole room was vibrating as endless lines of green text scrolled down the digital readout, and the machine itself rocked and rumbled as it finally roared into life. Blake and Christina watched the meters flicker with bated breath, tensing up as they climbed, and relaxing as they dropped. The minutes stretched like hours. Then, it spun down. Blake turned off the machine step by step, and again the room was quiet. Blake cranked the door open, asking himself why this wasn't motorized, while Christina waited impatiently at the slowly rising door, bouncing on her feet like a newly adopted mini poodle. Light slowly leaked into the maw of the machine, revealing piece by piece exactly what Christina had ordered it to make: a rubber ball about ten inches in diameter. Christina squealed with glee, snatching up the ball as fast as she could, and then ran off to wash and dry her new toy. When Christina returned, Blake had already started checking for damage inside the machine. While he did that, she resigned herself to looking through the data spat out by the digital readout, rubbing and squeezing her new toy as she worked. Her mind quickly wandered. Then, she jumped onto her laptop and began typing furiously. ~andand~ Christina's heart was pounding as she fed her modified code into the machine. "Blake must be finishing up, so I need to hurry," she thought. "I hope this works." Her head ached with fear as she tiptoed toward the open door, keeping a close eye on Blake, who hunched over awkwardly as he carefully inspected every square inch of it's protective plating, being too tall to stand erect inside the machine. Now within arm's reach of the emergency release, she cleared her throat. "Blake?" Blake flinched, then laughed. "You scared me a little! Yeah, go ahead," he said and returned to work. Christina took in a deep breath and tensed up. "Do you..." her face reddened, "have a girlfriend?" Blake laughed out loud. "Me? No." Christina sighed in relief. "Well, I was wondering--" "I'm married." Christina's world fell out from beneath her feet. "M-married?!" No. No! Not again! Tears of rage welled up in her eyes. Not again! This was the last time the world would conspire against her, while she watched from the sidelines! Not anymore! This time she'd act! With a frenzied shriek, she lunged for the emergency release. Blake's eyes shot open and he made a pathetic attempt at escape, barely managing to will himself to move before the two and a half ton door swung down like a guillotine and slammed shut in front of his face. The concussive blast sent him reeling, and he toppled against the back wall. Inky black darkness fell like a curtain all around him. It was several moments before what had just happened sunk in. Blake clambered to his feet and pounded on the massive door, hopelessly bleating an unwarranted apology for a bad joke. He kept pounding, begging for her to open the door. What was she doing? What was going to happen? Blake's skin began to crawl. Was she going to leave him to starve to death in here? A low hum filled the room. A sharp hiss cut through the air and faded to a hollow rumble. Ozone choked the air. Ka-Chunk! Blake paled and turned to look at it. As the floor trembled, the small room brightened until faintly lit in an orange haze. The room was a small cube, six feet in each direction, while in the center it dropped from the ceiling like some sort of sci-fi death ray. A numb tingling sensation overtook his entire body, as if every pore of his skin was being poked with pins and needles. As the room brightened, his jumpsuit stiffened until it was brittle enough to crumble off his body. Then, his shirt and boxers did the same. As Blake brushed off the dust, clumps of his hair fell out. Radiation poisoning? No, it was something else. The room was almost as well lit as the lab by now, and as his hair dropped to the floor, some of it clung to his naked body like it was a statically charged balloon. On top of that, despite the ozone in the air, he was breathing just fine--better, even. Blake rubbed his hand along his arm, which squealed in much the same way that latex balloons creak when rubbed together. When he gasped, he also noticed that the sort of feeling of your lungs being full was strangely gone. He tried to say, "What's going on," but his vocal chords were gone as well. In that strange way that happens in extraordinary circumstances, fear was overtaken by a rising tide of morbid curiosity. Blake held up his hand and watched it slowly turn from completely opaque to a foggy translucent, while his skin changed color to a disturbingly cheerful shade of light blue. "Okay. I'm a balloon," he thought. "Okay. This is a first." He took in a deep breath, and watched his muscled body--one which he was proud of--lose its definition and smooth out into something like a six and a half foot tall Pillsbury Dough Boy. "So. I can inflate like a balloon, too." This gave him an idea. Just in the same way he learned from his brief stint as a skin per, Blake took deep breaths before inhaling, pushing out his diaphragm and keeping his shoulders relaxed, though he couldn't stand up straight. While his muscles smoothed away and his belly bulged, his skin creaked. Every part of his body swelled with each passing second--his arms and legs widened into cones, fingers and toes fattened and became stubbier, his back and rear rounded out with his torso. Blake pressed his hand into his belly and wondered at the softness of his own body. As he inflated, his height shortened, which seemed only logical. He wasn't stretching yet, only changing shape. His arms stiffened and bent, boneless, against the walls of the room while the hemline of his legs dropped to the floor and his spherical torso pressed into it. Now, he began to feel tight. He continued inhaling nonetheless, hopeful that he could manage to break free... or destroy the machine in the process. As his body absorbed the last remaining elements of his humanity--even his own head--into one continuous curve, and while his skin ached more with each second, the situation increasingly failed to add up. Despite all efforts, Blake still hadn't filled the room and, in fact, something about the room had changed. Was it... bigger? Blake stopped and held his breath. It took a few moments to see it, but sure enough the room was bigger. But that didn't make sense. The room was never designed to change shape. Unless... "Oh my God, I'm shrinking!" Blake exhaled, but as the air escaped his shape remained. Not a finger nor a toe emerged, instead remaining a smooth surface. "Oh no, oh no, no, no, no, no!" The air rushed out in an uncontrollable torrent as Blake felt his mouth stretch forward and his lips stiffen into an O, exactly resembling the mouth of a balloon. The room faded to black and everything went quiet. ~andand~ Sweat dripped down her face as Christina struggled to crank the door open. After settling for halfway up, she took out her phone and turned on the flash, shining it inside the mostly dark room. "Did it work?" Her heart pounded as she scanned the basin with frantic fervor. "Where is he, where is-- There you are!" Christina focused on a deflated light blue balloon, crumpled up in a corner. Gleefully squealing as she did so, Christina scrambled under the door and snatched up the balloon like an easter egg, hugging it like a toy on Christmas. "I'm so happy you're okay!" Christina crawled out of the machine and headed for the bathroom. "Don't tell anyone I let you in here," she joked to the balloon. "Let me give you a bath." "Look, Blake... I'm sorry it had to happen like this, I'm sorry. But I just... I love you! I've loved you since I first met you, I've always wanted to be yours, I've always wanted to--to hold you and feel you and," she blushed intensely, "and I've always wanted to puff you up like a balloon! Each and every night, I dream about filling you up with air and it always felt so real. I know you don't understand, but I need you. I need you to be mine. You're my balloon, Blake. I've always wanted you to be." She dried off the balloon with a paper towel. "You're so big, too! I bet you could get to at least five feet across before you pop. I can't wait to play with you!" Christina walked back to the office space and grabbed Blake's company ID from his desk, then clocked both of them out. As she waited for the elevator, she couldn't keep herself from rubbing her hands all over the balloon, feeling her body tingle with excitement at the sensation of tacky, stretchy latex. It would take all of her willpower to keep from inflating her new balloon right then and there, and wait until she got home. Christina leaped into the elevator, pressed "G", and mashed the close door button. It was already Saturday morning, and she was too excited to sleep. Monday was Columbus Day. The entire weekend was ahead of her, and she'd have every second of it to enjoy herself--and Blake. It's male inflation. I don't really write male inflation very often. I was paid to write this. It was fun. I'm really tired right now.

Tags: Breast Inflation, Female Inflation, floating, helium Text: "Not happy with the breast size that nature gave you? Leary of the dangers and cost of breast implants? Then we have just the product for you. New from Shronco, the makers of the 'Self-Dentistry Made Easy' and 'Liposuction In A Can' programs comes a new venture into body-altering fashions. Introducing the 'Wonder-Full Bra', a new technological breakthrough in non-surgical breast augmentation. This new undergarment will change the way you look at yourself forever. Just put on the 'Wonder-Full Bra', and follow the simple usage instructions, and like magic your breasts will become as ample yet as light as air as you have ever dreamed of having. Just send $79.95, plus an extra $5.00 for postage and handling to...." Sue had been intrigued by the tagline at the top of the bulk e-mail advertisement enough to click on it to read the rest of the message. Though her husband had never commented about her small breast size, Sue and caught Jim watching well-endowed woman with sly interest whenever they had gone to the mall and especially when they would go to the beach on weekends. Secretly she had looked into getting breast implants, but was deterred by the steep costs and long recovery time. She had even talked to a friend who had bought DD implants and was now complaining of the weight the saline bags added to the friend's shoulders and upper back muscles. Sue had tried the creams and the pills advertised on late-night television, and had been disappointed to see that they all failed to increase her even a half cup-size up from her B-cup breasts. She had even bought several versions of those expensive and heavily padded bras that pushed her boobs this way and that but never accomplished the look of voluptuousness that she sought. It seemed to Sue that nature had truly robbed her of what popular culture said was the visual definition of a woman's sensuality to men: a large full bustline. So when she read the e-mail and followed the link to a web page full of the standard testimonials and promises of money-back guaranties, she pondered for a moment. "What is there to loose?" Sue thought, adding up the money she had already shelled out on the other non-working solutions she had attempted. Smiling slyly, she pulled a credit card from her purse and tapped the account number into the required fields to complete the transaction, and pressed the 'enter' key. Then she allowed the four to six weeks for delivery with silent anticipation. Five weeks after the final keystroke, a nice young man in brown shorts knocked on Sue's door. As she signed for the package, Sue was nearly jumping up and down with excitement. Jim was at work and not due at home for another three hours, so she could play with her new toy and see if the promises were true before he got home. Sue ripped open the box with reckless abandon, scattering the shipping label, packing peanuts, and the small pamphlet of usage instructions around the bedroom as she dug for the buried treasure inside. What she pulled out of the center of the box was a rather plain-looking bra, carefully wrapped in cellophane. It was black, made with no fancy adornment of lace or satin. Yet as Sue carefully unwrapped it from he clear plastic, she touched the stretchy fabric and felt an odd sensation, as if the bra was charged with an inordinate amount of static electricity. Beyond the strange feeling of the fabric, there was nothing at first glance to suggest that the bra was any different than the other dozen bras in her underwear drawer. Sue thought for sure she was in for another disappointment. Once free, she held it up in front of her eyes for close inspection. Sue turned it around, noticing that the cups themselves couldn't be any bigger that her B's. But between the simple-looking cups something out-of-place caught her eye. Right where her cleavage would be, if she had the bra on, a small nozzle protruded. It was the same type of nozzle, as you would use for pumping air into a bicycle tire, sticking two inches outward between the cups. "So, it IS inflatable," she said to herself, smiling mischievously. "That must be why they said my boobs would be as light as air." When she had first seen the small picture of the bra of the web page, she had been unimpressed but hopeful. Now, with the item in her hands, Sue imagined how Jim would react when she met him at the door tonight after work, with her wearing a new blouse that barely contained her new-ballooned breasts. She also imaged herself walking around the mall with her husband, and having other men look at her out of the corner of their eyes at her bouncing, wildly inflated boobs, and she shivered with excitement. Obviously, the bra was not like a balloon and could not be inflated by mouth. Sue went down to the garage to get Jim's portable air compressor, but remembered that it had been broken since last month. Frustrated but not stymied, she thought for a moment on what else to do. She then remembered that they had left a partially used tank of helium in the closet upstairs, left over from their party the previous week. "Maybe that will work," she said as she ascended and checked to see if the tank was still there. It was, but Sue saw immediately that her idea still wouldn't work. The tank was rigged with a nozzle made for balloon mouths and not for tires. She stared at the tank, thinking, and then, inspired, grabbed it and went in search of her husband's tools. It took several minutes of tinkering, but Sue was successful. First she removed the rubber balloon nozzle from the helium tank and replaced it with the long hose from the damaged compressor. She attached the hose to the metal of the tank's valve stem with a small hose clamp found in her husband's menagerie of workbench odds and ends. Turning the main valve at the top of the tank with a wrench, Sue tested the hose to make sure the end would hold the pressure, and she was rewarded with not a hint of a leak. Bursting with excitement, she dragged the tank back into her bedroom. Setting the helium aside, Sue slipped out of all her clothing except her black panties and pulled the bra once again from the box. Her nipples were erect with anticipation as she slid the Wonder-Full Bra onto her small endowments and fastened the two hooks in the back. The fabric was extremely stretchy, and pleasurably warm against her breast flesh, almost stimulating. Sue propped the tank into a chair next to the bed so that she could reach it when standing, took the newly attached hose in her hand, and pressed it gently onto the valve stem that protruded between the bra's cups. Her action was answered with a loud hiss, and her breasts seem to spring forward. Within a few seconds, her boobs ballooned from their previous B-cups to DD's, before she wrenched the hose off the bra's nozzle. Sue stepped over to the full-length mirror behind the bedroom door to examine herself. Her long brown wavy hair cascaded down her shoulder and brushed the tops of her new bloated mammaries. The increased size of her boobs now emphasized the smallness of her waist and petite hips. She reached up and touched the inflated bra, but to her surprise she didn't feel like she was wearing balloons. In fact, when she fingered the distended cups, it actually felt like she was touching her own breast-flesh. She thought that she could actually see her own erect nipples protruding through the cups' soft fabric. They felt wonderful! Reaching into her closet, Sue pulled out the blouse that she had bought for just this day. Slipping it on, she noticed that the garment showed her inflated endowments, but not as dramatically as she had anticipated. "Maybe I need to make them bigger," she said, and shrugged off the blouse. She paused again in front of the mirror. Hopping up and down, she watched as her boobs bounced slightly slower than her action, much like a pair of helium-filled balloons. Smiling again, she stepped back to the tank. "Yes," she concluded, "I think I will make them a little bigger." She took the tank's hose in hand and fumbled for the bra's nozzle. With her DD's in front of her eyes, the nozzle was a little further forward that before, and not right up against her sternum anymore, so pressing the hose on was a bit more difficult that the first time. In fact, Sue had to struggle to hold the hose in the correct position, because she wasn't used to working around such large DD-cup obstructions. Finally, with an audible snap the hose connected, and the hissing sounded again. Sue's breasts began to blow up more. "Not too much bigger," she commented to herself, watching her inflation in the mirror on the other side of the room. The sight was really turning her on. "God, where is Jim when I need him?" she thought as she felt the cups slowly expanding under her fingertips. When she had arrived at the desired size, Sue pulled at the hose to disconnect it from the bra's nozzle. It didn't budge. She gave it a couple more hearty yanks, and the hose refused to dislodge. Her breasts continued to inflate bigger in front of her eyes as she struggled to pull the hose off, and the more blown-up they became, the more the nozzle was pushed away from her and the more difficult it was for Sue to be able to see what she was doing. Her boobs were the size of basketballs, bigger than she ever wanted, and rapidly expanding. She strained and tugged, wedging the hose even tighter on the valve stem. The hissing sound mercilessly continued. In her panic, Sue reached for the tank to shut it off. But blinded by the increasing amount of inflated bra cups in her line of sight, she bumped the tank with her hand and sent it crashing to the floor. The plastic wrench that was used to open the main valve went skittering across the hardwood floor "No!" she yowled in frustration, and stepped quickly toward the wrench to retrieve it. But she was still tethered to the tank, which pulled her back with the tenacity of a bungee cord and she stumbled. Getting back to her feet, trying to see around her now beachball-sized boobs making it difficult to move, she shifted the tank out of the chair and to the floor, dragging it toward where she had seen the wrench land. Sue had to turn sideways to be able to see anything over her ballooning breasts. Finally she spotted the wrench, and made a quick lunge for it. Her fingers grazed the object and pushed it further out of her reach. The rapidly inflating bra was so rounded and distended that her cleavage was touching her chin and her arms could barely touch the floor as she crawled towards the errant tool. She was blown up so big that her hands couldn't reach to where her nipples would have been, and the Wonder-Full bra just kept stretching and expanding before her eyes as she scrambled to find the fleeing wrench. Spying it again, Sue made a desperate push with her strong legs like a cat pouncing on a mouse. She sailed upward, and the quick action caused the hose to pull away from the valve stem at just the right angle with a distinct 'ping', hissing angrily. The momentum of the lunge carried Sue over the wrench as the hose dropped to the floor. But Sue did not. Her hugely inflated boobs bumped slightly into the far wall of the bedroom, bouncing Sue lightly backward, but her feet refused to return to the floor. "What?" she exclaimed, trying to wrap her arms around her ballooned tits. "I'm floating!" Her toes were about a foot off the floor, and her back arched as the bra's helium-filled cups pointed resolutely upward. Sue's bounce off the wall caused her to drift slowly across the bedroom. All she could see above the pair of black-colored blimps attached to her chest was the height of the bedroom's vaulted ceiling as she gained altitude. As she floated higher, wiggling her legs in panic, the tank continued to empty itself several feet below Sue's inflated form. "What do I do?" she thought anxiously, knowing she was out of reach of any item she could have used to puncture the ballooned bra and bring her down. "Ah, you stupid fool," Sue chastised her self, "just take the damn bra off!" Reaching behind her back, she fumbled for the twin metal hooks that held the two halves of the back strap together and deftly unfastened them as she had done to her old bras a thousand times before. The severely stretched bra slipped off Sue's shoulders and flew across the bedroom with the rapidity of a slingshot being fired, hitting the far wall and lightly falling to the floor. But Sue did not. It was not the bra's cups that had magically inflated to such a colossal size. Somehow the helium had been transferred directly into Sue's breasts, blowing them up magically and painlessly to their new proportions. She gaped in disbelief as her balloon boobs with their distended and pointed nipples continued to pull her upward towards the high ceiling. Sue, now only clad in a pair of black panties, slowly floated higher with the help of her new weather balloon-sized breasts, as she flailed her arms and legs in frustration. "What am I going to do now?" she cried. "Jim, where are you when I need you?" Her husband still wasn't expected to be home for at least another couple of hours. The helium tank below fell silent, finally empty, as Sue's wildly inflated boobs touched gently into the crest of the bedroom's ceiling. Turning her head sideways, she could look out the arched window that looked out onto the street and the driveway leading to their house. Sue would be able to see when Jim would arrive later when coming home from work. "What is he going to say to me?" she thought, stunned. Far below, left where she had flung it after hastily removing the contents of the package, were the usage instructions. In her excitement, Sue had not taken the time to even notice the bold-typed warning on the front page. It read: "Please read and follow the instructions carefully. This bra is intended for one-time use only. Use AIR only! Do not use helium and any other compressed gas, as this will cause an unnatural look to your breasts when you discard the Wonder-Full Bra. Do not over-inflate! The results could be permanent." Sue, her face flushed with anxiety, floated high above the floor and waited from Jim's stunned arrival.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Clean Popping Text: The Halloween party at Derrick's couldn't be more perfect. Why? Because Cyndi told me she was coming as a "fat witch." Not only would this be the perfect opportunity for me to prod her about my suspicion but it would also be the perfect opportunity to try my reagent combo if she was willing.I showed up in a vampire costume with just enough cliche to get me in. Fortunately, my party attire was the last thing on my mind. Cyndi had arrived before me and she was impossible to miss. There she was in a hallway, literally filling it up with her fat witch suit. Her head seemed comically out of place atop the black ballooned torso. A quick once-over convinced me that the suit was a carefully constructed labor of love. The blimp-like body was perfectly contrasted by a huge orange belt which in turn was complemented by matching striped tights and sleeves on limbs that were nearly starfished out."NICE costume!" I exclaimed as I approached her, trying to curb my enthusiasm to at least respectable levels. "Yeah, pretty amazing, huh?" she said as she giggled and patted her sides. Her own enthusiasm was difficult to hide.As the night progressed, we became inseparable, moving from room to room and briefly socializing with everyone before we found our own spot in a hallway on the second floor, overlooking the other guests. At some point, Cyndi finally began to shift the conversation from small talk back to her costume."This isn't bad ya know," she said introspectively as she rubbed her sides and looked down at her belt. "What isn't?" I stammered, barely able to contain my excitement."Here it comes! She's into expanding. She wishes she was a friggin' blimp!" my inner voice shouted in triumph."Looking like this...being round and big. Not bad at all," she remarked as she raised an eyebrow, waiting for my response."I think it's...well, it's pretty awesome. In fact, imagine if you actually were like this."She smirked and stared at me briefly. "I think..." she whispered then paused. "...I'd love it." I leaned closer and whispered, "What if you could blow up? Like an actual balloon?""Uh, hello? Not yeah but FUCK YEAH!" she snapped, growing visibly more excited as the conversation progressed."I'm pretty sure you can do it and I think I know how," I said as I leaned back and withdrew several vials of the masterpiece I had concocted over the semester. Cyndi's eyes grew as big as saucers and she immediately hopped up, grabbed my arm and pulled me into the closest room, closing the door behind us."This is a reagent combination I've been working on. When this liquid is combined with this liquid, it causes a buildup of gases as well as an increasing rubberizing effect.""And? That means?" she squeaked."It means you swallow this vial and when you're exposed to this other liquid, you basically become a living balloon.""Just like that? I'll just start swelling? How big will I get? Will I pop?""Well, honestly I have no idea... about any of that. As far as I know, the reaction should have a limit, like any other. You'll stop swelling at some point. I just don't know when."She took a step back, creased her brow and reached out her hand abruptly. "Gimme. Now," she said."Wait, wait! How about this? Remove the fat suit inside your costume and then take the mixture. You'll gradually start to fill the costume again and then some.""Sounds like a plan. Gimme a few." She headed into an adjacent bathroom and returned, clasping the now emptied costume to her body so it wouldn't fall completely off."A little help here? I can't open the vials myself like this" she said as she nodded at the chemicals and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue.I quickly emptied the first vial onto her tongue and she swallowed the mixture, puckering and gagging as she did so."Holy shit that's awful! Next!" she exclaimed as she bounced up and down anxiously.Surprisingly, the next vial produced a more agreeable effect."A shame it didn't taste like blueberries, " she remarked with a smirk. "Well, now what?""We wait and see what happens. You should start..." Before I could go further Cyndi's face lit up with an ear splitting grin as she put her finger to her lips, shushing me."Listen! I can feel it!"Sure enough a faint hissing noise was rising from her torso. The loose folds of the costume began to shuffle as Cyndi slowly but surely expanded beneath them. Her shoulders and arms steadily widened as her waist grew in girth. The shocking orange and green tights, once as loose as pants, were quickly approaching their original tightness again. She no longer needed to hold the costume up as her body now filled it further and further."Well? What's it like?" I asked."It worked! I'm...I'm growing...and I feel..." she whispered excitedly as she walked towards a mirror, stroking her belly, "...AMAZING!""Look at me! I'm filling up!" she said as she twirled around and spread out her arms. "I bet I'm gonna get HUUUUUGE!" By the time we made it downstairs Cyndi had reached her original size when she was simply all costume. Now she was all balloon and she was still growing."This is PERFECT!" she whispered. "No one really notices yet. Just wait!"The party provided the perfect opportunity for her to throw around her ever-increasing girth. She wedged herself through doorways, bumped into groups, and generally began to take up more and more space, relishing every second of her ever-increasing mass.Soon, after several run-ins with her, partygoers began to take notice that Cyndi was increasingly larger each time they encountered her. Finally, Lila, one of Derrick's friends spoke up."Cyndi! Is your costume like, blowing up or something?" A crowd had already started to form around her as she then smiled wickedly, ran her hands as far over her rounding belly as she could, and said, "Absolutely!"And with that, Cyndi seemed to swell even faster. Her eyes widened and she managed a nervous laugh momentarily before her torso suddenly blimped outward, her belly knocking aside a pool table and her limbs pumping up into huge cones. With a loud whooshing and an almost frightening stretching-creak noise, the pace of her growth suddenly doubled then tripled. Cyndi rapidly doubled in size. Every crease in her costume vanished. Her head quickly sank into her body as she rose towards the ceiling and her arms bid a quick farewell as they merged into the growing blimp she had become. Somehow, by a miracle, her belt seemed to magically keep pace with her frightening expansion."Gettin' bigger!" shouted Cyndi from above as she neared the ceiling."I don't think she's gonna stop!" screamed a terrified girl watching the spectacle from the kitchen. "Everybody get out!" shouted another partygoer. "FLEEE!" hissed a gamer as he grabbed unopened snacks and exited the back door.Panic gripped the party as it dawned upon all that the growing witch-blimp in Derrick's living room had no intention of slowing down. I made a dash for the closest door as Cyndi's body continued to expand, filling the room, pushing aside furniture and leaking into hallways and beyond.Mystified, we watched from outside as what seemed to be a black hot air balloon consumed Derrick's house. Cyndi's body blocked the front door, filled the foyer, and pressed against windows briefly before splitting the glass in search of more space.And then with a torturous clash of splintering wood and mortar, Derrick's house was torn asunder. The roof erupted, flinging shingles and insulation as Cyndi's body surged forth, her tiny head visible for a only moment before sinking back into her still swelling body.The crowd was in a full panic. Terrified students fled in all directions. Neighbors who had been alerted by the ruptured house hurried their families into vehicles as the gargantuan hissing orb swelled larger and larger.As curious as I was frightened, I evacuated the area as well, running a number of blocks away but continually looking back. Her growth was absolutely unbelievable. I had no idea my reagent could have been so powerful or so unpredictable. I was as thrilled, as I was frightened. Would Cyndi pop? If she didn't pop would she engulf everything? Had I created a masterpiece or brought on an apocalypse? As I stood at what I assumed was a safe distance and pondered the ethics of my experiment, I noticed Cyndi was becoming airborne. As big as several city blocks and still growing, she gradually began to lift upwards. As she slowly ascended, I realized the winds were pushing her from the suburbs towards the heart of the city.I began to walk, then jog, then run back towards her increasingly planetoid form. As I grew closer, I could see from the impossibly gigantic belt's movement that she was now rotating through the sky as she swelled.Out of breath, I finally arrived at the ruins of Derrick's house. Standing directly below her was like standing below a small moon.I was overwhelmed with a combination of awe mixed with jealousy and frustration. The loud hissing that echoed through her immense body almost mocked me. She was swelling bigger by the second high above me and I was merely a spectator to the process now.As she rotated down towards me I could see even her head had grown in slight proportion to her body. Tucked between massive folds of her blimped body, her pumped up cheeks were the only thing keeping her head from sinking totally in it seemed. Was she shouting or laughing? Both it seemed."BIGGER! Gonna...AHAHAHA...get...so MUCH...AHAHAHAA...BIGGER!" she screamed from above. "SO HUGE...AHAH...GROWING! GRROWINGGGG!"A mixture of dread, curiosity, and arousal overcame me as the gargantuan Cyndi headed towards the city like some sort of inflating Death Star. I imagined her continuing to expand, dwarfing the city as she grew and grew, laughing, flattening everything in her path as she became an all-enveloping balloon goddess.But something else happened.With a thunderous snap, Cyndi's belt broke. It flew across the horizon, landing on some unfortunate suburb miles away as her body immediately shuddered.. A high-pitched hissing erupted from her as she fell into a rapid descent, doubling in size before she crashed into the ground.The gargantuan blimp wobbled with pressure a few moments, growing in several struggling bursts of size as if she fought to expand even larger. Despite what I knew was the inevitable, I stood watching in the open. I couldn't miss the result of my efforts and the culmination of my dreams.Cyndi's explosion was more magnificent than I could have ever dreamed of.EPILOGUECyndi woke up with a slight headache, staring up at the full moon, and somehow still in her witch costume. Off in the distance she could see the familiar outlines of the city's high rise buildings. The lights were her last memory before she found herself sprawled out on what seemed to be a golf course.She grinned at the city lights on the horizon.It was time to find a better belt.

Tags: Hourglass Inflation, Female Inflation, Implied Popping, magic, Prose that Blows 3 - All Hallow’s Eve (2010) Text: Shelia cocked an eyebrow. "So you're going as Marilyn Monroe?" "No," Skye replied resolutely, looking away from the mirror. "I'll be wearing a blood-stained scarf around my neck." "Right," said her roommate. "I don't get it." "Car crash. The urban legend says she was decapitated," sighed Skye, returning to the mirror. "It's not true, but that doesn't matter anymore – all anybody remembers is the myth. Like the Richard Gere gerbil thing." "Skye, you're going as a blonde in vintage clothes. All anybody remembers is Marilyn Monroe." "How's about I drive up in a '66 Buick like the one she died in?" "How's about you wear a name tag that says 'Hello, my name is Jayne Mansfield'?" Skye sighed again and applied more lipstick. "People are smarter than that. You'll see. It's sexy yet morbid – perfect for Halloween." "Morbid, you can do, but how do you plan to pull off sexy?" asked Shelia, nodding toward her roommate's terrycloth bathrobe. "Mansfield was famous for her figure — and I hate to be the one to tell you, but you have more of a 'go figure.'" "Don't worry about that," said Skye evasively. "I have a plan. My costume will be the stuff of legend." "Then I shall leave you to your legendary stuffing." "Out, quip machine," said Skye dryly, pointing to the hallway. "That's where I'm headed, actually," said Shelia, grabbing her purse and keys. "I promised I'd bring my friends Jose Cuervo and Jack Daniels to the party and I forgot to pick them up. Need anything?" "Nope, I'm good. Don't be long, though – I'm almost ready." Skye put the finishing touches on her face as she heard Shelia drive away, but her roommate's comments lingered. The whole reason Skye picked this costume was to give herself the body she'd always wanted, if only for one night. She was tired of being plain; this year, she would be Jayne. Dropping the bathrobe, she slipped into her low-cut costume. She'd paid handsomely for the vintage white sheath dress, but it clearly wasn't her size. Not yet. Paranoid, Skye she drew the curtains then pulled down a shoebox from the closet's top shelf. Inside the shoebox was a small strongbox; Skye popped the top and pulled out a small glass vial of translucent pink liquid. "The stuff of legend," she said softly. Carefully, Skye unscrewed the cap. There was no odor; there was no eerie mist. Hollywood made magic potions seem so dangerous; this one looked like nothing more than the world's smallest cosmopolitan. Still, the herbalist promised the effects would be just the right size. Closing her eyes for a little dramatic effect, Skype downed the potion and waited. She felt nothing unusual – ironically enough, it tasted slightly of cranberry. She stood motionless for two full minutes, waiting for something to happen. Nothing did. "Fucking ripoff," she spat in frustration. She felt stupid as she reached for her backup plan: a shopping bag filled with heavily padded undergarments. "Money-back guarantee my ass." That was the moment she felt a bit of pressure around her backside. Her hands flew to her bottom and felt it slowly rise beneath her hands. Her hips were expanding as well, and not slowly. The dress became less flowing and more form-fitting with every passing second. Skye looked only more astonished as her chest began to swell, with a slight hiss. From B to C to D...she was in awe of her own body, watching the mirror as the curves of Jayne Mansfield replaced her own. Her breasts had ballooned to a very full DD now, the shoulder straps pulling taut as her cleavage deepened. Her waist had remained tiny, giving her a voluptuous silhouette that could stop traffic. But stopping wasn't on the agenda. The hissing grew louder; her breasts, hips, and ass inflated with reckless abandon. The herbalist said Skye would have Jayne's measurements, but she'd already surpassed Dolly Parton and was relentlessly moving into the realm of the impossible. The dress began to creak ominously. Skye's hips and thighs rounded out as her cup size raced up the alphabet. She traced her curves in utter disbelief. She felt full of air but short of breath...and there was nothing she could do to stop her body from blowing up. As the stitches of her dress began to pop from the pressure, Skye realized with horror that, in a matter of seconds, she might be next.

Tags: Hourglass Inflation, Female Inflation, deflation, romance, transformation Text:  Linda sipped her coffee and tapped with her fingers nervously. "Look, I have to prepare report to head office, feed my cat, and I feel uneasy. I may even have a fever" Andrew replied with a smile: "Excellent, we will visit your place, feed the cat, take your notebook and spend rest of night together. Making report, of course" "And if I'm ill?" "I'll make you hot tea with honey. By the way, you don't look ill at all, on the opposite" "What opposite?" Linda really changed, become more attractive, but Andrew simply couldn't figure what is the exact difference, so he just flattered: "Great. And hot" Girl blushed: "Looks like you are not in the right mood for helping me with the report. And I really feel odd" "Whats wrong?" "Chill, I've just caught cold and it is fever, I think" Andrew was worried: "Headache?" "No. But I'm a bit dizzy" He gently touched her forehead: "No. You don't have a fever", - he concluded. "Are you medic? I'm really tired, sick and I'm not going to dispute this", - She stopped her tirade, when another symptom added. Her undergarments suddenly become very tight, naturally digging into her body. Not painfully, but disturbing. Then skirt followed, Linda felt her hips pressing into each other, - "Whats happening to me? And where the hell are you looking at?" Andrew awoke from staring at her cleavage: "Ugh, if my eyes do not fool me, you just became bigger", - He blushed. - "And this looks pretty familiar" "What the heck are you talking about?!" Her body continued to push outward, filling her blouse, bulging out of cleavage, lifting Linda from her chair a bit. In the same time her weight slowly vanished, arms and legs started to spring on their own, from inner pressure and stretching. This happened in hypnotic silence. "I think, you have caught it from Phil, babe", - Andrew finally stated the obvious. "No, no, not that", - Linda cried desperately. "Is it painful? I think, we have to leave. And by the way, try to speak quietly. You attract unneeded attention" "Not painful, it is embarrassing. I'm looking vulgar. I'm going to be blowup woman, what a shame... And, you! Are you glad I'm turning into airfilled bimbo?" "You look nice, may be a little provocative, but not vulgar. And you are conscious human, not a, toy or anything else" "Bullshit. You are talking as if it is all OK, but it is not! You are that calm because it is happening to me, not you" "And you are that mad, because you and Sue have treated Phil as inflatable toy two hours ago. You are afraid, someone may do this to you now" "Or may be I'm mad, because I'm turning into something, that may not exist, according to all I known before" She felt her valve finally formed and added: "One correction, I've already turned. Do you know what will happen to this my new body tomorrow, may be I'm living my last hours?" Andrew reasoned: "Or may be, you will be forever young. You do not know, either, do not know how to revert it, as well. So, we must find a way to live with it. I'll take you to your home safely" "What? Ten minutes ago you wanted me at your place tonight" "Situation changed a lot. And you had other plans ten minutes ago, did you change your mind?" "Well, I may need your help. Don't want to Chris, my brother, see me like this. My mum too. And, well, I've changed my mind" "And how about report?" "I'll take my notebook" "How can you get it if there is Chris?" "He is not at home, now. Honey, don't you want to continue this evening in a cozy place? Ah, I know. Now it is you, who are afraid, think you can catch it from me, am I right?" "Well, of course, I'll be there to help if something happens to you, you see ..." Linda interrupted him victoriously: "Ho ho, haven't you just told me everything is good and nice, to stay calm? And now you are afraid it may happen to you!" Andrew fended off the blow: "Probably. And do you want me to catch it from you?" Linda thought for a second: "No I don't. However, neither I want you to avoid me like a plague. And if it is contagious, you either are already infected and change is inevitable, or you have kind of immunity. Anyway, no reason for quarantine between us" "I'm not sure. You girls, touched him. I didn't. May be it spreads via tactile contact" "Oh, I've touched him two hours ago and this happened to me, Sue had touched him first in the morning, even kissed him. She'd turn too before, we'd notice that. And by the way...", - with this words she put her hand onto Andrew's arm. He didn't move away. When they stopped kissing, Linda continued: "Now you are infected. And probably it is not as bad, as I thought. Kissing in that new body is fantastic. You absolutely have to try it" "And if I'll do this?" He put his hand on her back. Linda found, that skin around plug was extremely sensitive, moved by new feelings she said: "I don't mind it. At some other place" "Ten minutes ago, you were terrified by that" "You will inflate me, will you?" "Sure", - he nodded. "Then there is no problem. I even find it arousing now" "Deflation?" "In your hands, yes. By the way, people are looking at us" They've payed the bill, and left, Andrew was gently hugging his girl's taut and springy waist. To hold her in case of sudden puff of wind, of course. Her significantly expanded curves restrained by garments, as well as bouncy step have attracted puzzled, greasy, impressed, envious, and accusing looks of other visitors. Linda thought, she always had good shape, but she never got such attention, and she started to like it. Apparently, Andrew wanted his share of glory, so he lifted his girl and carried her in hands towards parking, without any signs of strain. Of course, that was easy, as Linda weight next to nothing. Still nobody around knew that. There was another reason for Andrew's chivalry, Linda was not used to her new condition yet, and that showed, mostly in her walking. Her weight decreased dramatically, while strength hasn't, moving her legs with same force as before transformation, caused leaping in stead of walking. They passed picturesque paved walkway, lit by last rays of setting sun, gorgeous pneumatic Linda in Andrews hands, that picture would do good as a cover for romantic novel. Once they got to the car, Andrew asked: "So, where are we going first? To your place?" "Yes. Though it is already half past seven, I'm not sure, I'll avoid Chris" "Is it so critical to you, to take your notebook?", - Andrew tried to persuade, with little success. "Well it is, and by the way, hiding from my brother forever is not a good idea". Then another idea has come to his mind: "Good, however, he may notice something, I mean, he knows your ordinary looks, and now you are a little ...", - Andrew stopped in the middle of sentence and bit his lip. Linda, however, didn't seem offended: "Inflated, yes I know. We have to deal with it, right?" She winked. Andrew nodded after short pondering, put his hand on her back and promised: "I'll be careful" "Wait ...", - her words were interrupted by soft 'pop' sound of opening plug, and low, but clearly audible, hissing. Andrew didn't pull plug completely open, so stream of air leaking from Linda was slow. She felt decline of pressure within, her body shrinking, strain of her undergarments cleaving into flesh eased too. Overall sensation was pleasant and arousing. When Andrew returned plug in it's place, first words he heard were "Why did you stop?" "Did you want to deflate completely? I thought, we are going to reduce your sizes just a bit, to your former size, am I right?" "Oh, sorry, I was carried away a bit. Looks like I'm fine now, may be we slightly overdid it" She looked at crease formed on her tummy. "No problem, I have a pump here", - Andrew continued. "I'd love it", - She winked. - "But later" "I've told you that I don't like curvaceous girls very much, do you remember?" She nodded "Well, I lied, partly. Ah I don't like curves of Jessica, but yours are other case. So, I'd love to inflate you. Very much", - Andrew referred to their old quarrel and his former colleague, Linda once caught him staring at Jessica's more than ample bust. As a result, Andrew had to assure, he is not a fan of big curves. She grinned. "I've told you. Later, not now, first lets get my notebook and other things. Sooner we do it, sooner you'll have it", - she said, pressing her boobs together. "Never seen you so... naughty", - Andrew said. - "Well lets move then, I just can not wait" As Andrew was driving, Linda decided to call Susan. "Hello, Sue" "I was going to call you, how are you? Phil, looks completely different now, that new KyleandSwenson (I'll use fictional trademarks from now on) vest is superb, and that boots, and belt ..." "Oh I'm dying to see that, did you bought something for you?" "Actually yes, why are you asking?", - Sue suddenly turned suspicious. "I'm pretty sure you did, I know you well, babe", - Linda took a thought. Either Sue was not transformed, or she just tried to conceal that fact from her friend. Sue's voice seemed slightly different, deeper then usual, that was an argument in favor of second option. Reluctant about openly asking, Linda decided to scout a bit more: "So what did you got?" Sue said: "I've a new nice jeans on, just bought it at Lora D'ora, they have discounts" "Cool, I've been there week ago there were not any sale, and can you send me an MMS?" That was a smart move. Sue understood that, she has fallen into the trap, she had her shapes boosted and that would be surely seen on the photo. Why did Linda asked for the picture? It was very suspicious, so Sue replied cautiously: "No, no, you'll see it later anyway, and there are to many people around" Linda kept pressing: "Oh, you are just too lazy to shot a picture. By the way, LD is not your style, and remember, I always know if you are lying..." Suddenly a new ploy crystallized in Sue's head, she said : "Why should I? By the way, did Andrew caught it too?" Linda replied automatically: "No he is OK", - immediately understanding her mistake, but it was late. "Ha! Got you! I didn't told what did he got, and you understood. Hence, you've got it, how does it feel to be blowup?", - Sue was victorious. Linda only could grumble: "I guess, you already know it well" "Fine, we are both inflatable now. I have to be afraid, but thats so exciting...", - Sue surely become that lightheaded in all senses, she said that quite loudly. "You've just told me, there are lots of people around, do they hear you?" Sue still wasn't worried: "Probably, though nobody cares seemingly". "Be careful, nobody should know" "Oopsie, Linda, baby, I'll call you back later", - Sue ended chatter suddenly, leaving Linda to wonder what exactly happened. That urgent reasons will become clear later. In the mean time, Andrew parked near Linda's house. This time, Linda had to walk on her own, do everything naturally. Some windows of her apartment were lit, that implied Chris was at home. In the worst case, he could be at home and not alone. Linda practiced walking a little. This time her step was not bouncy, on the opposite, her legs and rest of the body lacked pressure, girl felt limp. She "I'm half deflated, this sucks" "I can fix it in no time, babe", - now Andrew wanted to undo the change and return her lost puff. Linda hesitated, but decided against inflation: "No, It will be even more noticeable, anyway. Now I just look tired or may be drunk, not good but wouldn't cause much suspicion. Wait here, I'll be back soon" Five minutes later she overcame stairs, entered into apartments, and even managed to slide into her room, redress, get some clothes and notebook. However, stumbled upon Chris on her way to the door. He was surprised: "Ah, it is you, I've heard something in your room, you could at least say hello to my friends, we are playing poker tonight" "Sorry, bro, I'm tired. Feeling somewhat deflated", - Linda couldn't refrain from pun, - "Not in the mood for poker, sorry. And I'm going to stay with Andy tonight, he waits me at the parking" "So, to make everything clear, you are in the mood for Andrew, not for poker. Huh, have fun" "Pretty much yes" "And you really look, how did you say? deflated, yes, wanna coffee?", - Chris seemed worried, because his sister really didn't look good. "No, thanks, I'm really in a hurry" "Take care, sister, aren't you hurrying things with this guy? How long did you know him?" "Long enough. Bye, bro" And she left. On the way towards eastern end, where Andrew rented a flat, another serious problem was discussed. "Linda, are you hungry?" "No. We dinned less then hour ago" "It was before the change, anyway, what will you eat, when you get hungry?" Linda pondered for a second: "No idea. Do you have some inflatable chicken, latex apples or rubbery bread? Why should I eat at all?" "Well, your body spends energy, there must be a way, to replenish it, right?" "May be, may be. We shall find what is edible for me" "First of all, no fish", - Andrew warned. "Well, why?" "Because fishes usually have sharp bones" "Ah you are right. Thats bad. On the other hand, no more diet! I'll eat as many cookies as you have" He kept skepticism: "If you can eat cookies, of course" "Strangely, I'm sure there will be no problem. And what about cola?" "Whats wrong with it?" "It has lots of dissolved gas" "Thats only good, will save me pumping time" Linda giggled: "And if I get really big and fat with air you will deflate me" "Exactly. Every woman on Earth must envy" "By the way, stop there, I want to test that idea", she pointed at a small shop. Minute later she returned with a bottle of cola. Andrew continued to drive, glancing at his girl from time to time. She made small sips first, keeping liquid in her mouth for a long time before swallowing. In the beginning nothing happened, Linda almost finished the bottle, when she felt sensations similar to those hour ago, at Ocean Rose coffee bar, than her body started to push outwards, pressurized within. Effect exceeded her expectations, as she only drank about half a litter. Inflation only gained in pace, probably, there was a time lag between drinking and release of gas. In her underinflated state Linda had merely a B cup, more like an A, thin waist, no butt to speak of. In ten seconds her bust reached C and started to push out of cleavage again, Linda's rear used all the space it had. She had her red sparkled dress on, it was stretchy, but had limits. Expanding hips and butt started to push dress up, also shocked Linda was lifted upwards a bit, as her bottom inflated. Bust was quickly closing to D, expanding where it was possible, closing to girls chin. Dress was already looking like a corset, rather sturdy one, so it kept integrity. Worst of all, dress covered Linda's back, so valve was unreachable. Inflation started to creep towards Linda's arms from her restrained body, this made her belated attempts of unzipping fastener on her back even more futile. Andrew had to stop, to aid her. This took thirty seconds more. And Linda was on the brink of panic. This is what he seen: His girl had puffed legs and rather thick hips, her butt was almost completely exposed and round, keeping all the chair, dress was pulled upwards to her former waist, yet kept Linda's tummy constrained, tits were huge, pressing into girls face and closing view, arms wide and apparently Linda couldn't bend them anymore. Inflation still went on, yet at a slower pace. Andrew had to reach her back from below, as zipper was stuck. He finally pulled plug and let girl deflate, Linda started to hiss loudly: "Sssss holy sshit, why so long ssss? Everybody around your fsssuking car had epic boob ssshow for free. sssssss" "I had to stop first, and you could wait with risky experiments till home", - Andrew defended. "sssss sso it issss my fault now?" She was already almost normal sized. "This was an accident" "You have two arms, one is enough to drive!", - Hissing get lower, Linda passed her normal size before transformation, but continued to quarrel. "That was not that bad, you were stunningly attractive, while overinflated" "What? How you dare?", - she shouted, apparently not satisfied with his flattery. Probably this yell took remaining pressure, because, at this moment Linda felt totally limp and slid slowly onto chair. She made a futile attempt to plug herself, but moment was lost, her arms became weak, her body felt forward, folding on her legs. "Do something, plug me... please", - her voice faded. "I'll reinflate you soon, I promise", - Andrew addressed to empty crumpled skin, faint hissing was reply.

Tags: Blueberry Inflation, Female Inflation Text: Candy was a beautiful woman. With a trim frame, elegant locks of black hair, dark eyes, and a strong, if angular, facial structure, she was not only every man's ideal arm candy, she was also clever, witty, and knew how to read a person well. It helped when choosing dates or shooting down the stereotypical ideals of those who assumed that a girl could not be beautiful and intelligent. But, for all her intelligence, she had trouble remembering why she was on a date with Chad. For one thing, she was well aware that he was odd. He dressed well, but it was easy to see that he was no knight in shining armor when he never remembered to iron his shirt. He had a goofy sort of smile, and all the good looks in the world could not make up for the way that he would stop and just stare at things. Trees, cars, people, it didn't matter. He would stare, unblinking, for minutes on end at anything. Which was exactly what he did to Candy as she finished the last few bites of a vanilla sundae with blueberry syrup sprinkles over the top. She dropped the spoon back in the glass bowl and sighed, glancing out the restaurant window immediately to her right. Typical that Chad would insist upon a window seat. It made staring so much easier. "How did you enjoy your sundae?" he asked in a cultured voice. Perhaps his voice had been what had lured her in three dates in a row. "It was delicious, thank you for ordering it," she replied politely, removing her napkin from her stretchy black pants and dabbing her lips with it. Logically, she was averse to Chad but... he could be sweet. Ordering her that sundae, for example, when she'd gone and worn a black tank top and black pants on a sweltering day like this. "Would you like anything else?" he offered. "No, no, really. After that lunch, I wasn't even sure I could handle any ice cream, but I managed somehow." She laughed. He laughed. All was good. Of course, Candy wouldn't reveal it, but she was impossibly full. She shifted around in her seat, the polite smile never leaving her face. She oughtn't have had so many roles before their food had arrived... Chad said nothing. He only stared. Candy shifted again, the full feeling growing worse. She desperately needed to walk this off. "What time is it?" she muttered, and went to glance at her watch. Whatever time it was, Candy never noticed. All she could see was bright, sapphire skin glowing all along her arm. She sucked in a breath and threw a glare at Chad. He only stared. Of course, she should have seen it coming. She'd learned long ago about his mysterious job at the candy company and what he did (yet another reason she couldn't believe she was still going out with him). But to do it to her? On a date? In public? This was a new low. "You jerk!" she growled, clenching her arm rests. Chad shrugged and cocked his head to one side. The full feeling increased, and now that Candy knew what it was, she was filled with less awkwardness and more anxiety. Whatever happened to those people at the candy company after... after... Her flat stomach rolled forward gently, pulling her tank top with it. Candy bit her lip and pressed her hands tightly against it, hoping to somehow temper the flow. But no. The bloating belly only distended further, spreading her fingers apart. She didn't have long to ponder it, though, for her hips suddenly began to widen. Candy squeaked as she suddenly began to rise, little by little, in her chair. Her belly began to poke out at the bottom of her tank top, bright sapphire against black. Her hips swelled, now beginning to press into the narrow arm rests. Outside, several pedestrians had paused to stare in awe at the enlarging woman in the window. In her faint reflection, she also noted that her angular face had softened just a bit. Candy turned away, flushing indigo in embarrassment. She wanted to run away, far away, but what could she possibly do? She knew perfectly well that sooner or later, she would lose the ability to walk and Chad would catch up with her. And at least if she stayed here, she could feel fairly certain that Chad would make sure nothing ELSE unseemly happened to her, right? Right? She glanced nervously up at Chad, swallowing as she began to tighten into her seat, which had sunk several inches. "You might want to get up," Chad said lazily. "That stuff you're filling with is pretty dense. It weighs more than you know. I doubt the poor chair could handle you much longer." As he said it, Candy's black tank top swept up her now extremely pregnant-looking belly and wedged itself under her breasts which were... Egads, those were growing, too! Loathe as she was to listen to her date right now, Candy decided that yes, it probably was a good idea to get out of the chair. She pushed against the arm rests and tried to stand... but her hips were too deeply caught in the arm rests. She grunted and tried again, but every try grew more difficult as her fattening body grew heavier. Her thighs were swelling now, as well. She threw Chad a 'help-me!' look, but he only shrugged. Candy huffed and settled back into the chair awkwardly. Though she'd seen it coming, it was hard to believe. She looked like a pregnant woman either just a bit over term or carrying a very fat baby. Her once small chest was now large and voluptuous, matching the suggestion of her stomach. Her thighs were beginning to press tightly together, supporting her growing girth and all the while, her hips were firmly stuck in the arm handles of a creaking, groaning chair. Which was growing louder. And louder. CRASH! Candy collapsed on her stomach in a tremendous heap. Thick liquid sloshed inside of her painfully. She flailed her thickening legs and struggled to push against the floor, but her stomach had now grown so large that she simply couldn't push down enough. Briefly, she contemplated rolling onto her back, but there was no telling what this would do to her spine. As she flailed, she noticed something new. Her arms were jiggling just a little bit. Perfect. Just then, a strong arm caught her hand and began to pull her up. Candy grunted and scrabbled to land her feet on the floor until, at last, she had her balance back. Chad stared at her as always, though there was a very faint smile on his face, now. "Not much to see with you flailing around like that," he remarked pleasantly. Candy gaped at him for several moments. Her breasts, barely concealed by her ultra-stretchy bra, sat light enormous mounds atop her now impossibly massive, taut, round stomach, which was now beginning to droop at the bottom. Her backside, hips, and thighs, were stuffed inside her once loose pants, which were now beginning to strain to hold her widening girth. Her arms thickened, slowly pushing upwards as her sides flared out. In actuality, she looked like a rather chubby woman pregnant with twins. Her heart lurched. She really was becoming a human blueberry, and Chad was just smiling. Candy slapped him as hard as she could which, with the momentum of the thick, heavy substance inside of her, was considerable. "Excuse me, miss?" A mousy-looking waiter murmured to her side. Candy glanced over at him. Odd, how he could look so small when he was little taller than she was. "Um, I thought that maybe you would, ah, like to be... well, somewhere private and, erm... my manager, he said we have a large private room with no, ah, tables in it. I-if you like." "Oh... thank you, yes," Candy replied, her manners kicking in immediately. She leaned over and wrapped her arms around her stomach, fighting to hold it in so she could walk. Casting one final glare at Chad, she waddled after the waiter. Every table along the way parted for her, and for that Candy was grateful. Her thighs thickened with every step, now rubbing tightly against each other. Her stomach continued to fill and swell, expanding ever so slightly over and under her arms. It became increasingly difficult to hold the belly where it was as her arms fattened, and she wanted nothing more than to drop her belly and let them stick out turgidly. But she had to keep walking, had to get to that private room. But movement was becoming more difficult as her back swelled out and her legs grew cone like. She groaned under her breath. This was beginning to hurt. The waiter nervously opened the double doors to the private room and Candy waddled in as swiftly as she could. The moment she was in the middle, he shut the doors and she released her stomach. Immediately, her arms sprang out and stuck like fat cones sixty degrees to her body. Her belly dropped and, for a moment, she feared she would lose her balance. But she soon righted herself. There was nothing to do not but wait, and that wouldn't be long. Already, her form was little more than a large, slightly misshapen sphere. Her breasts were assimilating, and her arms were slowly being sucked in along with her legs. With a series of snaps, her stretchy pants shredded and, with a bang, her tank top did, too. Oh well. That's why she was in a private room. She stared down at her bloating frame with morbid fascination as it swelled steadily outward, rather like a balloon, but far too heavy. She wanted to assume it was blueberry juice she was filling with, but it was too viscous, whatever it was. Experimentally, Candy poked her side with her swollen fingers. There wasn't much give, but there was some. Just as her arms and legs had nearly been eaten down to her wrists and ankles, the door opened and closed. Candy stared, wide eyed with irritation, as Chad wandered in, rubbing his very red cheek. He looked her up and down and nodded appreciatively. "Nice," he remarked. "You're rounding very well." "You jerk," Candy growled. "What's the big idea, doing this to me? Your date!" He stared at her, his eyes still even, and shrugged. "Your name's Candy," he replied. "This is what my candy company does to obtain ingredients. Seemed like a good idea at the time." "A good idea at the-" she fumbled. Had her fingers not swollen into immobile sausages during their talk, she would have clenched them. As it was, she angrily slapped them against her sides. Chad grinned and poked her stomach. Candy groaned in discomfort. "Stop that," she scolded. "It hurts." "And spoil my fun? No." He placed his palms against her and marveled as she swelled against him. Candy yelped as she felt her feet leave the floor, but Chad seemed only pleased. Unceremoniously, he tilted her onto her back. "Let's practice getting you to the factory," he said teasingly. "No! Chad, don't you dare!" But Chad shoved, and Candy went rolling across the wood floor, her world spinning. Chad caught her by the taut remains of her bra and set her upright again. She now sat just a few inches taller than him. He grinned, pushing her again, this time using the bra to pull himself onto her back as she rolled onto her stomach. Candy glared at the floor as he carefully stood and rolled her like a log until he sat on what had once been a belly button. Candy continued to swell, but even she could tell she was running out of room. Her globe like body pressed against her jaw, her cheeks grew pudgy, blocking some of her vision, and her lips plumped. Chad sat atop her, a pleasant expression on his face, as though the feeling on her swelling under him and his rising into the air was little more than a pleasant ride. At last, and against all odds, it stopped. "Well, that was fun," Chad quipped, reaching into his pocket. "Jerk." Candy spat. "Yes, yes, I know. But you must admit, it wasn't mundane." He pulled two items from his coat pocket. A spoon and a small, blue bottle. "Now for the big reveal. You will not pop, my dear. Your skin is more like putty than elastic. No, that's not the right term. At any rate, it won't pop if you land on something sharp or if you grow too large. If you must know, you're filling with blueberry syrup. It's a new product and I thought you were the perfect host for the first batch." Candy growled. "I know, I know, I should have asked first. But this was more fun. Yes, you'll be juiced soon. As long as it's within forty-eight hours, you're right as rain. After that, it's unsafe to juice because of... unpleasant things done to one's insides. Then you really would be a giant, sentient blueberry. But your organs aren't going to liquefy in the few hours it takes the team to get here. What?" he leaned forward, meeting her eyes. "You didn't think I'd let you be a blueberry forever! No, the fun part is the transformation, and if you're willing, I'd love to see you transform again and again. But for now, you didn't fill up as much as I'd hoped. You didn't eat all your ice cream, so there's quite a bit of room left in you. But, for the sake of not outgrowing this room or forcing me to climb down, let's say we settle for one spoonful, eh?" Candy's swollen eyes widened as Chad poured a spoonful of thick, blue liquid. He leaned forward and forced her fat lips open, gently tipping the syrup inside. Candy tried to choke it out, but her face was too swollen and gravity was no help. She swallowed with a grimace. "Don't worry," Chad assured her. "That pretty face of yours won't swell much more, if that's what you're worried about." Candy couldn't confirm or deny it. She was too overcome by the strange feeling inside of her as syrup began to rumble. Slowly, she began to swell again. Her long hair, which had been sweeping the ground, left it, and Chad grew farther and farther away, still seated on her belly button, still grinning, and still staring.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Messy Popping Text: "Hey! Get back here right now!"Doctor Chemistro, otherwise known as Nigel Simmons, was not in the best of spots. Barely twenty, he was book smart and a savant in matters of chemistry, but lacking in street smarts and not at all prone to standing up for himself. Thus, he found himself in with the wrong crowd and part of a criminal plot, being told that bank robbery was acceptable because the money was insured and thus no one would really lose money. In retrospect, it was a terrible idea.Pursuing him across the rooftops was Regina Riley; he recognized her from articles on obscure news sites he frequented. The only power to her credit was incredible regenerative abilities, and she was bizarrely enthusiastic about what amounted to dangerous volunteer work, wearing track shoes and a sleeveless jumpsuit in situations where the police would be using riot armor. He would have said she was insane, but then again, she didn't just try to rob a bank.Nigel hurled himself across a gap between buildings, stumbling as he landed on the other side. He sprinted for the stairwell door, skidding to a halt and hitting it roughly shoulder-first. Grasping the knob, he wrenched it in an attempt to get it open, but to no avail. He turned, only to see Regina standing a few yards away, arms akimbo."So," Regina said, "are you going to give up?"He fumbled at his side, pulling a complex-looking magazine-fed dart gun out of its holster and aiming it at Regina with a shaky hand. "Don't come any closer!""You know, if that's poison, it's not going to work too great on me."He pulled the trigger, and the device let out an empty click. Smiling, Regina took a step forward. In a panic he slapped the side of the gun and it sputtered, spraying its magazine into her right arm.Regina looked down at the darts before shaking her arm, dislodging them. "Like I said, poison... isn't..." She trailed off before staring at her hand, noticing that it was looking a bit swollen. She held her arm to the side, taken aback as her fingers grew puffy and the puffiness extended up her arm, muscle definition disappearing as her arm swelled up like a sausage. "Oh. Well, that's something."Nigel stared at her arm, wide-eyed. "I -swear- that's not supposed to happen!""You're not just saying that, are you?" She took a step forward; the swelling was spreading, and the wrinkles in her jumpsuit was beginning to be pulled flat by her expanding breasts.He pressed his back up against the door, shaking his head frantically. "No, I swear! It, it was just a topical numbing agent!"She looked down at her arms, both now thick and round. Beneath her breasts her belly was beginning to strain against the fabric. "Well, it's having an odd reaction on me. It's like my insides are bubbling." Her thighs grew wider, making her look as if she had more than doubled in weight in but a moment. "Like that time that one guy made my blood boil, only less warm.""I... see," he said, slightly put-off."But I'm still going to bring you in," she said. "Even if you were trying to be non-lethal." She took a step forward, but stopped suddenly as her belly stretched her jumpsuit to its limit, gurgling and fuming loudly. She winced, holding her stomach. "Hey, this..." Her expression changed to vague surprise. "...this actually hurts a little."As soon as the words left her lips her gut surged outward in all directions, shoving aside her arms and tearing her jumpsuit along the seams. It quickly grew in throbs in time to her heartbeat, pulsing outward before shrinking back again ever so slightly, her body taking on a rounder shape and her breasts being pulled flat across its surface.Nigel watched in horror as his unwitting handiwork continued to take effect, the young woman struggling to stay on her feet and maintain her composure. Her body swelled, as did her limbs, bit by bit. They tore her jumpsuit to shreds, leaving it to hang in tatters from her neck, wrists, and ankles. They were bloated beyond any normal semblance, but not for long, as her growing midsection soon enveloped them.He thought that would be the end of it, but she continued to throb, her growth slowing but not ending. Her hands and feet began to be pulled into indents on the sides of her, and the young woman's grunts began to be muffled as she sank into her own mass. Soon the skin around her navel began to turn an ominous shade of red, which spread as stretch marks formed across her surface. There was a sound like tearing rubber, and Nigel scrambled behind the stairwell just as there was a sickeningly loud, wet pop, viscera and gore splattering on the ground beside him.Nigel went ashen-faced as he struggled to keep his lunch down, struggling with the knowledge that he just gruesomely condemned another human being to die. His knees buckled beneath him, he squeezed his eyes shut, and he fought down the urge to curl up into a little ball and disappear, knowing he still had to flee. He forced himself up on shaky feet, putting one hand against the brick wall and leaning out. He slowly opened his eyes, the nausea somehow intensifying as he saw a rooftop positively coated in gore....and Regina, sitting in the middle of it, naked but for a pair of track shoes and tattered strips of a blood-soaked jumpsuit.She was staring into space, dazed, until she saw Nigel move out of cover. "That..." she breathed. "That was -amazing!-"Nigel's jaw bobbed as he tried to form a coherent thought, now sick and confused beyond all measure."I've never experienced anything like that!" She stood, slipping on the gore a few times before getting to her feet and approaching Nigel with a rapturous expression. "My flesh actually changing as something roiled and bubbled from within! Being trapped in my own body, feeling it -stretch- and -distort!- And the end!" She put her arms around herself, shivering in remembrance as her expression practically melted. "I've been in explosions before, but they're all concussive. Nothing like that! Nothing like..." She gestured, overeager, searching for the right words. "...like being made so fragile before being torn apart by a force -inside of me!-" She noticed Nigel, and took his sleeve in a blood-flecked hand. "Do it again!""What?!""Do it again! Pop me! Burst me!""I..." The nausea was beginning to fade. Or perhaps he didn't notice it as much due to being so confused. "No!"She shook his sleeve. "Come on! I'll let you go and when we meet we can do it again! Getting shot is so -boring-, but this is-""No, I-" He yanked his arm free, stumbling off in a daze. "I really need to turn myself in to the police now."She stamped her foot, following after him. "Aw, come on! Get back here!"

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Clean Popping, air, magic, NYAM Text: Abbie knew she should not be here. Students of the New York Academy of Magic were never allowed in the lower floors of the building unsupervised, much less in the restricted Transcripts Room in the middle of the night. In the petite, auburn-haired girl's hand was a transcript forged to more 'accurately' reflect her academic ability; her grades were just below that of her despised rival Natalie, which was, of course, unthinkable. "If they won't recognize my excellence," Abbie thought, "then I'll do it for them." She pocketed the forgery and went off in search of her records. In her previous ventures into the unfathomably enormous room, Abbie encountered a nasty nausea curse that affected any trespassers, regardless of what anti-sickness charms they wore. As the girl discovered, this was no common curse; instead, it was actually duplicating the air in the victim's body, eliciting the sickness feeling. This method had the interesting side effect of slowly inflating the victim. Armed with this knowledge, Abbie had donned under her school uniform an undervest she had enchanted herself that would significantly slow this inflation, thereby entirely suppressing the resulting nausea. She walked quickly through the archives, organized in rows of cabinets and drawers that seemed to disappear in the horizon. Even in the brief time she had spent in the room so far, Abbie was already feeling the effects of her inflation. Her breasts were visibly perking up, pressing on her uniform. She tried to ignore this as she continued her hunt. After a few minutes, she finally found the row containing records of students in her year. By that time, the inflation had taken an obvious toll on Abbie's body. Her chest was noticeably larger, going from a B cup to an E cup. The change in her ass was not insignificant either. Gaining some appreciation for her inflation, Abbie took a moment to observe her new form. "Maybe I should look into creating one of these curses myself," the girl mused. "Certainly Natalie could use the competition." Pressing on, Abbie continued the search, inflating by the minute. It was tedious, time-consuming work, since each student's name was in small, blurry print on the individual drawers. Additionally, the whole row was ordered seemingly at random, meaning she had to check every name in the entire row. No way around it, she supposed. About halfway through the row, she happened upon Natalie's drawer, filling her mind with tempting thoughts. "Maybe later," she whispered. As she backed up to continue searching, she accidentally bumped right into the row behind her. Abbie was so focused in her search that she had inflated quite a bit without noticing. Her boobs and ass now rivaled basketballs, and her belly had puffed out by about 9 inches. Her thighs were noticeably plumper as well. Her clothes were now protesting her growth, creaking and groaning as they stretched further. Her all-important undervest in particular felt very tight on her. This all gave her pause as she worried about what would happen. Would all her clothes burst off of her? Or worse, would she inflate too much and pop? Immediately blocking out the thought, Abbie resolved to press forward. She was too close to succeeding to go back now! Filled, among other things, with newfound determination, she returned to her search. After what felt like an eternity, Abbie finally found her name in the records. She quickly opened the drawer that contained her transcript, and grabbed the noticeably creased replacement from her pocket. She clumsily exchanged the two and closed the drawer, shredding the original with her hands and throwing it away. At that moment, she felt a snap around her body as her undervest violently tore in half, breaking the enchantment. Abbie looked on in horror as it fell to the ground. "No!" she screamed as her inflation seemed to increase tenfold. A wave of nausea suddenly hit the girl, quickly washed away by fear and adrenaline. Panicking, the girl ran as fast as she could out from between the rows of records. Her breasts quickly grew to the size of watermelons, her ass not far behind. Her belly was now a full foot in front of her, constantly brushing either side of the space. She almost got stuck between the rows, but she had gone fast enough that she just barely made it through. "I'm so close!" she shouted. Her expansion continued still, as she grew to be nearly three feet across. She could now see the door about 50 feet away, and she sprinted with all her might. As she ran, Abbie's uniform hugged her absurdly bloated body, and she whimpered as her inflation became yet more unbearable. As Abbie reached the door, she felt ecstatic. "Yes!" she thought. However, try as she might, she could not get her inflated form through the door; she was stuck in the room! Realizing this, Abbie whimpered as she inflated further. "Help!" she cried, to no avail. She knew nobody would hear her, not in the middle of the night in the lower floors. As more air filled her body, her rate of inflation increased. Her ass and thighs were inflated almost beyond recognition, her boobs now resembled rosy weather balloons, and her belly reached 5 feet across. The sound of fabric stretching and threads snapping filled her ears. Suddenly, the girl's breasts, belly, and ass surged outward. "Oh, this is it!" thought Abbie, as her inflation reached a crescendo, "I'm gonna explode!" With a final whimper and a scream, Abbie detonated like a bomb, leaving only scraps of her uniform. The academy staff were initially puzzled at the disappearance of Abigail Ingram; there was no sign of her anywhere on campus, yet no evidence that she had left. It was only after shreds of clothing were found in the Transcripts Room, along with a ruined undervest showing traces of a counter-enchantment, that the girl's fate was surmised. "I told you, Julia," said the academy director, an irked expression on her face, "That hacked together curse of yours was a real safety hazard, and it took a girl inflating to bursting to make you realize it." Julia, the campus supervisor, shrugged. "She had it coming."

Tags: Breast Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, chemical, floating Text: I had waited my entire life for a chance like this. I had worked hard to be in this position, with this level of responsibility and misplaced trust. When I was young I had fantasies about women with breasts that expanded to incredible size. I had written stories, drawn pictures, searched the Internet... but now I had the chance to make all my dreams come true. Unfortunately, once I did this, I would never have another chance. I had to get it right the first time. No room for mistakes here. I was head of research at a small university, testing different drugs and theories on willing college students in need of money (as college students often are). One particular student piqued my curiosity. I taught a small chemics class, and she sat in the front row. She was short, about five foot four, but that only accented her over large breasts. At least DDs and maybe even Es, they seemed to be even larger on her small frame. Her name was , and she was a tease with the campus guys. She rarely went on dates, but often flirted. I had big things in mind for her. I had waited so long for this moment. It was all I could think about as I worked my way through today's lesson. Near the end, I announced a new test that I would be conducting and that I needed only a female volunteer. The pay would be very good, and the risk was slim. was the only girl in the entire class of about twenty, so naturally she could be the only volunteer. She walked up to the podium when the bell rang, her breasts shifting up and down as she walked. "So professor, what exactly does this test entail?" she asked. I could barely keep myself from shaking as my carefully laid plans came together at last. The next day it was Saturday, and also the date of the experiment. I had told that we would be testing some sort of new chemical that one of the campus's sponsored field biologists had discovered in a rain forest plant this month. It was said to be helpful in preventing common diseases like colds, I had said. She seemed thrilled to be a part in such a breakthrough, and I had watched as she hurried to her next class, her huge breasts bouncing under an all too tight sweater. The laboratory was empty, most of the staff gone home for the weekend. arrived late, her chest heaving and her face lined with light perspiration. "Sorry, but my car battery died," she apologized. "No problem, ." She was wearing a tight cleavage-revealing button down sweater and stretch pants that almost made me go stiff right there, but I kept myself in check for the time being. I didn't need to ruin this before it even started. "Let's get you set up." I pointed towards a table with metal restraints. She seemed a little startled, and gave me a questioning look, but obliged. "Afraid I'm gonna run off on you?" she asked after laying down on the table, a little puzzled. "Not at all," I said lying. "Just a precaution. This chemical may cause discrepancies in your nervous system that cause short term minor seizures, but that is all. Nothing major." "Right," she said, unconvinced. I had her all strapped in to the table now, with her arms held out to her sides and her legs spread eagled. It was time. I brought out a small syringe and inserted the needle directly below her right breast, pushed the plunger halfway in, and then did the same to the left, finishing off it's contents. She squirmed a little, but otherwise didn't resist. The contents of the syringe had been seperated down the middle by a flexible divider until insertion. I had just given each of her breasts a healthy dose of an unstable compound I had discovered while working on campus. It was a highly volatile mix of several gasses that reacted violently when mixed. I waited five minutes, then ten, then fifteen. Nothing happened. "Are you going to let me go now?" she asked. "Of course," I mumbled. I couldn't believe what had just happened, or to put it correctly, what hadn't happened. I had tested the compound before, and it had never failed before today. "But I want you to check in Monday to report any symptoms." I released her from the table and she left hurriedly. "I'll see you Monday then," she said as she closed the door behind her. "Yep," I said to myself. "I'll see you then." I went home that night and drank myself to sleep. The next day I woke up on my couch, with a bottle of vodka laying on the floor half drained onto the rug. My bathrobe was laying open and I quickly closed it. The doorbell had rung several times, and I wondered groggily who it could possibly be. I walked over to the door unsteadily and propped myself against the frame as I shifted the deadbolt. I opened the door. It was standing outside my door in a large heavy raincoat. It was raining lightly outside. "I thought I said to check in Monday." "It couldn't wait that long, professor," she said. I could barely make out her shape under the huge raincoat, especially since I was still recovering from a nasty hangover. "Something has happened." She stepped inside and took off her raincoat. I just about came on the spot, but kept myself in check. She was still wearing her clothes from last night, only now her sweater was pulled so tight that I could tell the buttons couldn't hold on much longer. Her large round breasts were the size of volleyballs, and slowly expanding. The knit of her sweater was spreading further and further apart. "Professor, do something!" she shouted, waking me from my groggy condition. "We'd better get you back to the lab," I said, finally coming to my senses. "Get into my truck." I took by the hand and led her out the door, but her chest had swollen so far that she had trouble fitting. She had to climb in the bed because there was no way she would fit in and out of the cab. With her heavy raincoat on she barely drew a second look from anyone. About ten minutes later we arrived at the lab and she had grown even larger. The double doors of the laboratory easily admitted her, but I wondered if she would ever be able come out. "Sit down on the table, and let me fit the restraints," I said. Her breasts were already lifting a bit in the air, and I knew she would soon float off. She sat down uneasily as I explained this to her. "Jesus!" she exclaimed after I had her clamped down. A button flew off her shirt and it loosened a little. Then another, and another, until the front of her severely stretched sweater lay open, and her sports bra (this was a change. usually she never wore one) held on for dear life. Her breasts were past volleyball size and were halfway between that and beachballs. Her face twisted horribly, as it seemed that her bra was actually preventing further inflation... Until I noticed her left leg. It was now slightly larger than her right, and pushing her stretch pants further and further out. Her right leg joined in as the left leg filled the pantleg. I stood by and watched. I had never researched an antidote chemical, so there was nothing to do but enjoy it. The results of my experiment were visible in my pants, as there was a rather large bulge in the front as I allowed myself to openly enjoy it. "Professor! What the hell are you doing! This is no time to get yippee on your skippy!" I tuned her out. Soon her legs filled out her stretchpants and her arms inflated almost in unison. She completely filled out all of her clothing now, and had nowhere to go. She screamed, and she inhaled deeply. This was the final straw for her open sweater and sports bra, which flew off of her at only slightly sub-sonic speeds. Her pants split down the sides and floated to the ground in shreds. She was now naked save a badly stretched pair of skimpy panties. Her breasts had expanded to beachball proportions, and then further. Her legs were being pushed slowly apart as her thighs expanded ever further. Her arms were as big around as her breasts had been before she split her bra. The restraints groaned under the pressure as she bulged around them at the ankles and wrists, then gave way. She shot for the ceiling partly because of the effect of lighter than air gas, but also from the size of her swollen ass pushing against the table like a coiled spring. By now her screams had finally brought help, as the double doors came down after a series of blows. Several college student stared busily in amazement at the expanding woman before them (too busy to notice me making a run for it). I took the opportunity to skee-daddle out the back entrance. "What the hell..." I heard behind me as I made it through the door. I never returned to that place. I go by a different name now, live in a different place, and have a different job. If you are wondering what happened to , I was watching the news about a week after the incident. There had been talk about a chemical accident on the campus all week, but nothing had been released officially until today. "In a freak laboratory accident," I had blanked at that. Accident? It had been anything but. How did they not know that? " was expanded to an incredible size at her campus. She survived the experience, but will remain partially inflated for the rest of her life. Local chemists managed to stop the reaction quickly, and were even able to relieve much of the pressure." The camera switched to a picture of , who was positively beaming. She wore an extremely large shirt that contained two enormous volleyball sized breasts. It seemed as if was enjoying all of the attention, and for some reason hadn't even bothered to turn me in. " has said several times after the incident that no one else was involved in the experiment. Several breast implant companies have made inquiries about the chemical mixture that used, and is putting the only remaining syringe up for bid on eBay..." I laughed. was smarter than I had thought. She was keeping my name out of the experiment so that she could keep all of the money that the promising chemical would most definitely bring in. "Keep it," I mumbled to myself. I would have given all of the money just to see and experience what I had. Besides, the reporter had been incorrect in one respect. did not have the last remaining syringe. I patted the small bulge in my jacket pocket as an attractive blonde walked by, but didn't remove the small syringe within. Maybe later.

Tags: Breast Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation Text: I stepped into the doctor's office, passing the people sitting in the waiting room reading all the dog-eared old issues of Redbook and Sports Illustrated. Heads snapped up and eyes gazed upon me as I strolled in. My rather large 82-inch American beauties in the blue stretch top I was wearing did a little sway and jiggle dance for my audience as I moved up to the receptionists window. My cute little butt was packed in stretchy denim-like pants. The etched window, looking like it was frosted over, slid open before I even gave it a knock. The intern that sat behind the window looked at my boobs that I propped up on the windowsill then up to my face. She was an older gal, probably in her late 40's. I'd seen her before and she knew me well. The name tag above her left breast read: Nancy Ternip. She didn't act amazed or freaked at all upon seeing probably the biggest pair of breasts of the Midwest staring her back. "Hello, Helia. Please take a seat. Dr. Orwell will see you in a moment," Nancy said taking up a clipboard beside her and putting a check mark in a small box with my name beside it. "Thanks," I said removing myself and my giant bosoms from the sill. I went and took a seat between an old woman and a little boy. The old woman just looked at my jutting jugs and huffed in disgust. Whatever. That didn't bother. The little boy stared wide eyed at my chest. Probably a future breastman. Good for him. "Miss Melonowski?" a nurse said popping her head out of the open door that led from the waiting room to the examination rooms. "The doctor will see you now." I got out of my seat, pushing myself up. My boobs were pretty heavy and it was always a little awkward to stand at first. I walked through the door and followed the nurse down a narrow hallway. She stopped and opened the door to the fourth room down the hall. "Have a seat on the examination table. The doctor will be in shortly," the nurse smiled briefly looking at my big boobs then leaving the room, closing the door behind her. I hopped up on the examination table, the sanitary paper table dressing crumpled beneath my bottom. I waited in the small cool room. My nipples started to stiffen as a shiver ran down my spine. I hated these rooms. You'd think they could heat them just a tad. A moment later the door opened and Dr. Orwell strolled into the room pulling a air cylinder behind him. "Hello, Helia. How are you? Happy to see me I see," the good doc chuckled noticing my fat nipples poking up against the blue material of my top looking like I had stuffed shot glasses under my shirt. "I'm fine," I responded. Doc Orwell was a man in his early sixties. He kind of looked like Sean Connery but didn't have the Scottish accent. Still, he was kind of cute for an older guy but our relationship was strictly doctor-patient. "You called regarding some problems with your breasts," the doc said as he slid the air tank up against the side of the examination table. "Yeah...well...it's not like there is a problem. Lately my breasts have been really heavy and my little inflation condition doesn't seem to keep me...well...supported enough to help the situation," I explained placing my little hands on the tops of my jutting bosoms. The good doctor unraveled a oxygen mask from the tank along with its connected plastic tubing. "Well, my dear, you are in luck. Recently a company called SIEVIDAN contacted me...I guess they heard of you and your plight...with a new gas they thought you might want to try. In fact, it might be used to enhance any woman according to their reports." "Oh goody! I get to be a guinea pig again!" I said as I scooped up the oxygen mask. "Er...yes, but we must only administer a little bit of the gas. It is very powerful stuff according to the Sievidan Company." Doc Orwell said. "It is called SHELIUM and it is intended to make the most flat-chested unshapely woman...well...more voluptuous." "Kewl!" I said. "Oops. I forgot my notepad. I'll be right back," he said and slipped out of the room. I put the oxygen mask over my nose and mouth and felt down at my side for the release valve handle. I figured I'd just intake a little of the stuff and see how it effected me. Gripping the handle I gave it a small twist and was surprised when a huge gust of the gas blasted through from the tank, through the tubes, into the mask and down my nose and throat. My lungs felt ready to burst as my chest out thrust forward. I fumbled with the handle and it took me a few seconds to shut off the gas flow. "Oh poo!" I said dropping the mask and slapping my hands to my boobs again. I was comforted with the fact they weren't suddenly blowing up like blimps right here and now. Doctor Orwell stepped back into the room with a big yellow notepad. "Ready, my dear?" "Er...I..." He put the mask to my face. "Doc, I..." "I think about a 10 second burst should be more than enough," the good doc smiled and reached to the air tank release handle. I gasped and my boobs thrust up again as a blast of the gas rushed into me. The doctor seemed surprised also by the sudden huge rush of the gas from the tank. He fumbled with the handle then jerked, holding his hand up holding onto the handle. "Oops!" he said as he quickly slapped the handle back down to the little gizmo it attached to. He got the handle back on the thing and shut the gas flow off...a good thirty seconds later. "I'm awfully sorry, Helia. Are you okay?" "I'm fine," I said...and really! I felt fine. "Hmmm, well, it will be interesting to see how the Shelium effects you. Obviously it isn't a spontaneous reaction." We waited a few minutes and nothing happened. "It doesn't seem like anything is happening. Maybe we should try somemore," the doc said as he lifted the mask to my face. "Maybe..." I was cut off as another burst of gas blasted into me. The doc pulled the mask away and stood there looking at my boobs. We waited again. "Well, seems like this stuff doesn't work. I've tried it on a few other girls...none quite your size...with similar results." Doc Orwell said shrugging his shoulders. "Oh well, I will presribe the usual medication to temporarily get your condition to kick in overdrive and hopefully that will help your weighty chest problem." "Great," I replied rather breathless after ingesting all that gas. "I'll have the nurse get you a few pills to take now then you can head out." "Thanks, doc," I smiled as he jotted some stuff down in his notebook then left the room, wheeling the air tank out with him. The nurse stepped in a few minutes later and gave me some pills and a glass of water. Once taken, I slid off the examination table and followed her out the door, starting down the narrow hallway towards the waiting room. "Did everything go well?" the nurse asked walking in front of me. "It went..." Suddenly I felt a huge pressure within my boobs, within my entire body. "What was that?" the nurse asked stopping and turning around. I grabbed my boobs as they began to swell up. I quickly released my growing tits as I grabbed my asscheeks. They were swelling also. Then I ran my hands around to my belly that was growing outward rounder and rounder. My blue stretch top thrust outward, expanding with my inflating boobs and growing belly. "Oh gosh! Help me! I've never felt like this!" I cried as my boobs and butt and tummy swelled bigger and bigger. "Oh my! I'd get the doctor but you are blocking the way!" the nurse exclaimed. Suddenly the pressure in my tummy shifted. There seemed to e a rush of...something...which flowed into my chest and butt making them jump out... ...then stop. "Oh my goodness! Look at me! I'm huge!" I cried trying to will myself to deflate a little. Both my even larger boobs and now gigantic butt were wedging me against the hallway walls. My little mental exercise did nothing to bring me down to size where I could move. "Holey Smokes! Helia!" I heard the doctor behind me. "Doc, do something! I'm stuck!" I told him. Several minutes later, with the assistance of the doctor and a few nurses and interns, I awkwardly made my way out of the doctor's office. My ass and boobies were gigantic. My chest measured a whopping 212 inches and my waist measured a healthy 72 inches. The doctor wasn't sure what my mediation and mix of new Shelium would do to me. He suggested I get together with some of the other female patients who had been given the Shelium and see how and if it had effected them the same way. Little was I to know that the Shelium gas would soon exaggerate my inflationary condition and increase me to dimensions beyond anything I had ever experienced.

Tags: Blueberry Inflation, Female Inflation, Clean Popping Text: The cold Halloween air gave her goose bumps all over her belly. She shivered and wrapped her arms around her bare stomach. She hoped to combat the cold, but her arms felt just as cold as her middle. Veronica was small and skinny with a curvy body. She had long black hair and wore emo glasses. Her tummy pooched out a little but otherwise it was small. She had worn nothing but a red plaid half-top and mini skirt with torn wings and mesh sleeves for effect. She stood outside her boyfriend's apartment waiting to meet him. He lived a few blocks from frat row were the Halloween party they were at had gotten too rowdy. They decide to retire to his place for the evening. He had to grab some things on the way. She had a pretty good idea what he needed. Either way she'd get to curl up with him and spend the night. "Hey dear," a voice said behind her. "Richy!" she jumped on him and rubbed his side with her breasts. "Settle down dear, we have a view things to do first." "Ok," she gave him a begging frown. He led her inside and broke out some relatively expensive wine for college students and they made out on his couch for a few minutes. They stopped and she knew what he wanted. It was a little odd, but he had such a reaction to this simple action. She had agreed to ever since the first night he made her do it. After all it was just one piece of gum. "What flavor do you have tonight?" she said in the most seductive tone she could without laughing. "Oh, this one is special," he grinned as he held up the stick. "Special?" She grabbed the gum and unwrapped it. She cooed like its slightest touch turned her on. His eyes were locked on to her mouth as she slipped the gum into it with a playful moan. She had him under her spell and all by just chewing this gum. She let out more moans and overplayed mmmm's as she leaned back in the couch with chest stuck out. Soon Veronica didn't need to fake it. By the third or fourth sound it was her true reaction. "Oooohhh, my god it's my favorite! Pepperoni pizza with a side of buffalo wings!" "I'm glad it worked out," Richy said with rapt attention. "It's oh so wonderful!" she cried while she rubbed her belly. She could feel the greasy morsels enter her belly, bite by bite. Veronica started to feel a little full and her belly looked the part as well. It rounded out a bit, but Richy's finger circling her left nipple distracted her. She let out a little burp with no difference as his hand drew lower and made slow patterns on her belly. Bite after bite slid down her throat into her belly. Enthralled by the strong flavor and Richy's eyes she ignored her full belly. "It's a meal in a stick of gum. God I hope it's not fattening. I can't stop chewing it's so good," she let out a playful giggle followed by a deep true gasp as Richy rubbed her right breast. "Your so sexy when you allow yourself to let loose with food," Richy said as he rubbed the fuller tummy with both hands. Veronica loved the feeling of his hands and moaned more to entice him. He rubbed her softly and V ignored the worsened feeling in her belly. She had finished what felt like an entire pizza and yet more pizza seemed to fill her up. The pace sped up with each chump of the gum as did the heavy sensation in her belly. "Richy! My belly!" His hands lifted to reveal a little but noticeable new potbelly. "Hmmm...seems to have gone wrong, somehow," Richy said as he poked her bloated belly. "The side order went by quick, but the pizza...it never ends!" Her mini skirt slid further and further down her body as her belly seemed to grow with every slice. The skirt seemed to be tighter, almost smaller as she tried to tug it back up. She chewed furiously all the same as her eyes widened with narrow pupils at her visibly plumper thighs. "I suspect if you stopped that constant chewing...maybe you'll stay small enough to be recognizable," Richy said with a cold delighted grin as stroked her left still puffing lovehandle. Her belly, as if taking a cue, rolled out into her now well-padded lap. It stuck out over four inches across her lap and grew rapidly towards her knees. "God Richard! I'm becoming fat!" Veronica panicked. "You are fat. You're nearly twice the girl I knew," Richy said snidely. His hand began to stroke her broadened belly. He drew a lazy spiral around her deeper navel before poking his finger in it. He looked Veronica in the eyes and looked down to her belly as half of his index finger could fit in her navel. She bit her lower lip as she followed his hand. He rubbed her from the tip of one lovehandle to the other. She let out a little whimper at the size of it. I am fat! Before he'd only get a fingertip in there she thought. She tried to stop chewing with all her might, but she was overwhelmed by the flavor. Even with Richy's cruel behavior that added to her terror, V's chewing increased with each new flavor surge. "Oooohh! I can't s-s-top...URP! It's too good!" Veronica mumbled between sloppy chews and belches. The belt across her hips was now tight and groaned at the bulk it held back. Her half-top struggled to restrain growing breasts. Now her tits looked ridiculously large in her tiny half-top. She belched again and she struggled to hold her belly in. It was halfway on the trip to her knees now. V's reward for all her struggle against her belly was the revelation of how plump her hands looked. "My hands!" Veronica screamed lifting them to her eyes in surprise. Her stomach shook like pudding as it fell onto her cushioned thighs. The belt she wore burst and her hips plopped into place from under her skirt. "My, my that mini skirts almost too small to be a thong now." Richy traced her bare thighs and hips with his fingers. He looked her in the eyes as he gave her fat stomach a playful slap. Ripples swept through her and Veronica shivered at the odd sensation. "Hmmm, you've failed the first test dear. Can you stop chewing before the doorway proves narrow for a girl of your girth?" he said rubbing her wide belly. The black mesh on her arms was tight and the tiny tears she had cut earlier had not staid small. The circles of lighter flesh grew and spread into each other. Their tearing and bursting were quite audible and V's hair fluttered from side to side as she looked at her fatter arms. Soon limp pieces of clothe hung from her chubby arms. Each strand swung in unison with the movement of her arm flesh. "Uh, oh...your starting to burst at the seams my dear!" She let out a whimper as her wider upper thighs and the weight of her belly slowly began to spread her legs. She could feel the tip of her belly touching the warm leather of the couch seat below. Her panties bursts followed by her skirt exploding. With a loud fleshy slap her freed lovehandles landed on her hips. Her half-top exploded next leaving her bare breasts on her giant belly. Which was fitting with her belly now the biggest part of her. Her tiny frame and figure completely gone now, if her friends saw her they would not recognize her beyond her glasses and long black hair. "V you're just filled to the brim with fat now. Look at you! Even your cheeks are fat!" Richy squeezed her left cheek. He dodged her fat and slow arms as she swatted at him. Despite her boyfriend's cruel warnings and behavior she kept up the chewing. She had eaten a variable feast of pizza now. Over two dozens and the pace was quickening. "Hmmm, I wonder what went wrong? Oh well, I'll get it right someday," Richy said out loud. He poked her rotund form and jiggled her arm fat absentmindedly. V gave up the struggle. She chewed and let Richy poke and prod her flesh. The flavor was starting to thin out and she had to chew harder and harder to maintain it. Finally it ended. Her hips only an inch or three pasted the edges of the cushion she sat on. Her belly was on the edge of the couch with her legs were spread wide by it. She continued chewing furiously still hoping for more flavor despite being a light tan blob of a girl because of it. "You've become plump somehow...but..." Richy said disappointed that trailed away. A light sweet flavor hit her tongue and Richy's face lit up with joy. He stared at her face as the flavor slowly revealed itself to her. It was blueberry pie with whipped cream! Her favorite desert! "...but maybe not?" Richy smiled. He stood up focusing on her face again. "What?" she said. "Your nose dear..." "My nose what?" Veronica asked. The blueberry flavor grew like the pizza before, but sweet and richer. It soothed her nerves. "Now your cheeks!" Richy cried with joy. "What?" V began to panic again. She touched her cheeks. God they were puffy but no bigger than before. She let out a moan. The taste was starting to distract her from Richy. V noticed his eyes trail down to her chest slowly but didn't care. "It's even better then the main course dear?" She nodded yes as she closed her eyes in ecstasy. She cooed as a gentle coolness flowed through her. "Good because the effects on you are even better!" "What?" She opened her eyes. The tan color of her skin was turning a deep rich blue! Her hands, breasts, belly and legs were turning a deep blue. She chewed faster as the change sent shivers throughout her body. "I feel funny!" She looked to her tormenter for answers and got another cruel poke to the stomach. She watched as her rotund blue form widened more. All rolls and folds tighten and sagging fat firmed as she ripened like a fruit. The sound of rushing juice and her stretching flesh filled the room. "What's happening?" Again, Veronica got no response but a knowing grin from her lover. The juice collected mainly in her middle and hips. Both spread wide as juice flooded them. She could only chew like a cow and watch her fate as it filled her up. She knew now she had now entered Richy's true fantasy from his eyes. Her head lifted off the couch as her back swelled causing her to arc backwards. She could hear the juice flowing inside her. Her limbs tensed and became immobile cones. Her once tiny breast obscured her view of her blue belly. She could no longer see Richy as the last of his blond hair disappeared behind her rising blue form. She was rapidly rounding out. "I'm blowing up like a balloon!" "Like a blueberry," grinned Richy as he poked her lower belly. The couch began to creak and groan. V felt her blue limbs being gobbled up by her spherical body. Her back lifting her higher and higher in the couch. She felt each surge of juice as her hair brushed higher up her back. Her cheeks puffed out knocking off her emo glasses. Her whole face swelled as the juice began to look for every unfilled spot in her body. Soon she was watching her wrist disappear and her fat hands be pulled into little divots. Her feet followed suit. Her round chin touched her chest and began to sink into her body, too. All the while she was still chewing. Veronica's terrified eyes peeked out from the divot as she bobbed side to side. She stared at the a big round blueberry she was. The couch snapped in two and she rolled unto the carpet with a scream. "Oh God, I am a blueberry! Help! Help!" V cried as her eyes darted around. "The juice isn't stopping! At this rate I'll explode" "Uh, oh!" Richy said with guilt. He hadn't thought about too much juice. He only thought about not putting in enough. He better think fast or the girl would explode! He never wanted to actually kill her! The pressure grew and grew inside V. She cried out again, but nothing could be done. The tiny girl now spanned most of the twenty by twenty room. She tried with all her mettle to stop chewing but it still tasted so good! Veronica chomped as furious as ever. Her straining skin moaned as gallon upon gallon pumped into her overripe body. Her eyes widened with fear as the groan turned to a louder creaking. She could feel her body start to give. Veronica screamed as she exploded. She popped like the overfilled berry she was and quickly covered the whole apartment in juice. "Next time I'll be more careful," said Richy as he wiped V off himself. "Next time will be perfect! Or at least not as messy!"

Tags: Blueberry Inflation, Female Inflation Text: "Hi David." "Hi Mary." "Did you have a good lunch?" "It was alright...and yours?" "Delicious!" The class was working in the Restaurant Room kitchen. Mary a pretty 22 year old woman with long raven black hair and bright blue eyes had started working next to David. Both were cutting up vegetables. Mitch a big guy with a goatee, and Alex, a short Argentinian man with short black hair who was about the same age as David, were working on the counter behind them. Both we listening in on David and Mary, Alex seemed to be listening with even more interest. Mary then turned and patted Alex on the shoulder. "How's it going Alex?" "It's cool. Just cutting up some meat here." "Hmm, I'm afraid it's a bit crowded here I better move to another area to cut these up." With that Mary took her pan full of vegetables and moved to another part of the kitchen. "I can tell she likes you." David glanced back at Mitch. "Huh?" "Can't you tell? She likes you, and I think she might have something for Alex also." "Oh really?" Alex had a tense expression for a second. "You mean like friend wise? Or boyfriend wise?" David asked, chopping off the head of a carrot. "Not sure." Mitch thought for a second. " I think boyfriend wise." "Well then Alex, she's all yours because I'm with Racheal." At this Alex seemed to relax and continue to work with his food item. Later after the Restaurant Room was closing and nearly finished cleaning up, some of the class went into the dining area and took a rest. David took a seat and put his arms behind his head,while Racheal sat down on the floor next to his legs and leaned against them. She pulled out a copy of the school newspaper and began reading it. Felicity also took a seat and began chatting with some other girls. She was now teased for her magical transformation into a blackberry woman two weeks ago but it wasn't the bad kind of teasing but the nice joking type. She laughed with them but would still turn a little red in the face whenever someone brought it up. but she was< still her 'spring in her step' happy self, though a bit more cautious now about chewing gum at least in public. Alex sat down next to Mary and started talking to her. Mary seemed to be enjoying talking to Alex but once or twice she glanced at David when Alex wasn't looking. David took one of his hands and ran his fingers through Racheal's beautiful almost shoulder length brown hair. This made her look up from her newspaper. "What?" "um, nothing, Rach." "Well, let me read then." and she turned back to the paper. Racheal wasn't one to bother while reading. David glanced back to see if Mary had gotten the message but he couldn't tell if she did since she was happily chatting with Alex. 'One of those choices huh?' he thought to himself, he had never been in one since Racheal was the only girl he had ever been interested in and after two years he had finally won her over, but it was certainly in the way he had least expected. To make a long story short she had turned into a blueberry woman, and she need to be squeezed, and it was David who did that part. Felicity was the only other person who knew about it and David had a feeling he could trust her. It here that Chef Rube came in and called their attention. "Right, I wanted all of us to meet together before we all go on our way home. I just to let you know that there will be a special mushroom dinner here tonight at 7:00. I'll need people to help prep and cook food. I only need a couple of people but more the better. So if you can make it come up here and sign up." Several of the students got up, Mary went up then Alex got up and followed her to the front. David leaned forward over Racheal. "What about you?" "I'd better not. I need to study." "Do you think you'll need my help?" "I'd rather not risk that either I don't want to get" she looked over her shoulder and smiled "distracted" "Then I'm signing up. Sorry but you're going to loose your wall." Racheal moved over so that David could get up to join the crew. They had about four and a half hours until the cooking crew had to come back to school so the man left with Racheal. After riding for a few minutes David asked "Hey Rach have noticed if it looks like any other girls like me?" "Why do you ask?" she said suspiciously. "It might be in my mind but I think Mary has a thing for me." "Hmmm." "But I hope she doesn't since I love you. I think she's having trouble deciding. I mean she seems to like Alex also." "You think she likes Alex? Awww, they'd make a good couple." "All the better since then I'd get to stop worrying about her hitting on me." "She's flirting with you?" Racheal looked at David. "No no, not really. She's sweet to me I'm just worried she'll kick it up a notch. She hasn't done anything for me to have a talk with her." "If she does, maybe I should also talk to her." "You?" David glanced over at his girlfriend. "I'm not sure you'd be all that 'nice' about it." "What's that suppose to mean?" "Well, you're pretty fierce when it comes to protecting what's yours." "I am not!" and she gave him a little slap on David's arm. "Remember last week? I tried taking some of your chips and you practically growled at me?" "Okay, food is a different thing. I was starving and it was a small bag." "You could have at least given me one." "Oh, don't be a baby." After another minute of driving, David pulled up to Racheal's house. "Here we are princess." "Thanks Dave." She leaned over and kissed him on the lips. " Love you and I'll see you tomorrow." and she got out of the car. "Love you too." Racheal closed the door and went up to her house, David pulled out of the driveway and left. Things were going well for him and Racheal. They were passing their classes while finding time to spend with each other. They had slept together a few times, and a few more times they had done it the 'special way.' What that meant was that Racheal would have a dinner with some of the special Wonky gum, then turn into a berry of some sort and then the whole evening would be spent with him intensely juicing her. She had tried the blackberry cobbler but the blueberry was her favorite, having tried it two more times. David then remembered that he had meant to show Racheal something. It was a new flavor that Wonky had just made, he even had it in his backpack pocket. Oh well this weekend maybe she'd try it. He drove home, ate a late lunch, showered, relaxed, then drove back to the college in his cooking uniform but he brought his back pack along that hold some casual clothes. Alex, Linda, Mary and the the other volunteers met him in the Restaurant room and waited for the Chef. David couldn't help but notice that Mary looked a little upset about something. The man didn't get much time to think about it because Chef Rube came in and began explaining the set up for the dinner. 15 minutes later the crew were all divided up and began to move out into the kitchens. But Mary stayed back and waited until everyone else was out expect for David. "Hey Mary, are you okay?" She shook her long black hair back. "No not really Dave." "What's wrong?" "Listen there are two boys I like. One of them is you, the other is Alex and I can't decide-" "Mary, I'm with Racheal. Alex is available you two get along great." But Mary didn't seem to look any better, she looked worse. "I saw Alex hug Linda, today." "Hey now, that doesn't mean they're dating. You should at least try to hook up with Alex-" "I gotta get to work!" Mary whipped at her blue eyes and quickly went into the kitchen. David stood still for a few seconds until entering the kitchen 'Sheesh, it's not it's the end of the world ,Mary.' After working for about ten minutes David realized he hadn't taken his backpack to his locker. Finding it in the dinning room he quickly carried it to the back and secured it. Other than that nothing really exciting happened that night. Everything went off perfectly. The patrons liked the food, nothing bad happened to David, Chef Rube thanked them for giving up their evening and helping. Some of the crew left early to go to work or they had to get home, among a few others David, Alex, and Mary were there. Mary wasn't looking at either Alex or David. while they were cleaning up. Once they had finished cleaning up Mary went on ahead to the lockers to chance, and Alex decided to wait around eat his late dinner. David went to the lockers as well to change. After changing David was passing through the large open bakery when he heard a woman's voice call his name. "David." The man turned and saw that Mary was sitting on the large wooden bench table for working with dough. She was wearing a white t-shirt with blue jeans and a black jacket. "Hey Mary. Um I don't think it's a good idea to sit on that. Dough goes on there and people eat that-" Mary then held up a small silvery wrapping. A strip of Wonky Gum. "Where did you get that." David asked slowly, already having an idea. "From your backpack. I saw it sticking out." "Listen it's a good thing you didn't chew that before you saw me. That gum-" "The dessert will turn me into a berry I know." David was a bit stunned that Mary knew about the effects. "How do you know?" "Don't be mad at her but Felicity told me." "What!?" "Listen I'm torn between two men, you or Alex and neither of you is available. Felicity saw how upset I was so she made me promise not to tell anyone about the gum. She told me how you and Racheal were friends, until you juiced her and now the two of you are together. And Felicity said when her boyfriend saw her as a big berry he was instantly turned on. I decided that the first man I saw after changing would be the one that juices me!" David held up his hands. "Wait a second Mary! It's not like that! This gum isn't so sort of magical love potion! I had feelings for Racheal, and I think deep down she had feelings for me too, and the juicing of her broke some sort of barrier between us. And as for Tom and Felicity, well they were already a couple and Tom just liked seeing his lady in a new look like that! This isn't going to make me love you." Mary seemed to be close to tears "Yes it will! It'll work! I've been alone for too long now! I want to be loved by a man!" "Please listen Mary. You're a really cool girl. You and Alex get along great, I think you should at least ask him out." "I saw him hugging Linda!" "So what? I think she was hugging him! I'm sure that meant nothing!" "What's it matter now? It's you I want now!" And with that Mary unwrapped the gum and began chewing it. 'Aw great here we go again.' David thought to himself. 'If Racheal hears about this she will never let me live it down.' After chewing for a few seconds Mary made a face. "Eww it-" "Yeah I know, tastes like paper. Spit it out." "No! WOW now it tastes great! Broccoli and cheese soup!" "C'mon, Mary! Please listen! You're just going to loose some good clothing of yours!" "Oh I know, David! I picked out stuff I wouldn't mind loosing." She continued to chomp on the gum. "Okay next it's cold pasta salad! I guess it's okay I didn't bring money with me for dinner today!" "Mary, I'm very tired! And how do you know I won't flat out refuse to juice you! What if I just walk away!" Mary didn't flinch, "Okay go ahead and leave me David. I won't stop chewing." "Fine I'm going home!" David turned around and began to walk away but then he turned and ran back to Mary. "Please Mary! Stop chewing!" "Nuh-huh! Sweet, it's barbecue ribs time! I love ribs!" "They're great aren't they. Look spit the gum out, let's get together with Alex and I'll take both of you out to dinner for some REAL ribs." "Not doing that David. I'm still chewing! And I think I'm nearly done with the ribs! Oh yes! It's here! Strawberry Shortcake! I can taste the strawberries and the whipped cream! I haven't had any this good in such a long time!!!" "Aw crap" David muttered. For another minute Mary chewed and chewed with much vigor. She keep looking at her hands hoping for some change. "Is my face changing color?" "No." "Oh wait." thinking back to how Felicity started changing Mary pulled up one of the pant legs of her jeans, her tanned skin beamed out. She let out a sigh "Why isn't it happening to me." Without thinking David muttered "Maybe you should check your stomach." "Good idea!" Mary pushed aside her jacket, curled her fingers beneath her white t-shirt, pulled up, and let out a squeal of joy to see her flat stomach turning a bright red. "Look David I'm turning into a strawberry woman!" "That's nice." The woman watched in fascination as the red spread up to her mid-section and down to her legs, she rolled up the t-shirt higher to watch it as much as possible. The coloring sank down her body lower, changing the skin color beneath her jeans. Once it had traveled to her arms and hands, Mary stopped gazing at her stomach and took to looking at her new red colored arms. She then bent over and once again pulled up a leg of her jeans to see the red color had reached her legs. The reddening woman looked up at David with a smile, all that remained of her tan skin was her forehead but in a few more seconds that would also turn bright red. Mary gave a little giggled and did a little spin. "Don't I look great with my new look ,David?" "Well....it's different" "Hmmm, well I'll look even better in a few minutes" she patted her stomach which then let out a low gurgle. By the tiniest centimeter it bulged out. The woman let out a little 'oooooooh' as her stomach gurgled a second time and jutted out slightly further. She let out a relaxing sigh as she slipped off her jacket and laid it on the table, and then ran her fingers through her beautiful black hair as her tummy let out a third gurgle and enlarged slightly. Then with a fourth and loud gurgle her stomach suddenly sucked in, back to it's original flatness, then jutted back out in a much larger stomach. "OOOOOOH!" Mary said happily, pulling her t-shirt up slightly to poke her own soft flesh. "There's at least a gallon in there David!" David wasn't sure what to do. He wanted to leave her and go home, yet he wasn't sure if Alex was still there, and a berry woman couldn't be left alone like this for so many hours. 'Damn' he thought to himself. Something different then happened, Mary's large stomach sucked itself back to it's thin look but the juice certainly didn't disappear. It traveled to her breasts. Her breasts filled out with strawberry juice and were well outlined by her t-shirt. Her stomach then refilled itself with even more juice than before. "Now this is nice!" Mary said while feeling her new breasts, the red nipples were showing against the tight thin fabric. Her stomach pumped out more juice which traveled not to her breasts but to her thighs, painfully stretching out her jeans. "Ouch! These jeans are tight!" she muttered as her stomach filled out again, even larger, tightening the waist of her jeans. "I'll just have to remove them I guess." she said huskily. David went red in the face. For a moment she traced her finger against the button of her jeans, then unbuckled it and pulled the zipper down slowly. Tucking her hands beneath her jeans she slowly pulled them down her thighs just in time too since her stomach pumped another batch of juice into her thighs. The red woman bent down and let her jeans falls to her knees, she looked up at David, her black strans falling around her head and a wicked grin on her face. Her breasts received another pump from her stomach, which were now stretching her shirt out, forcing her collar to be pulled down lower allowing David a good glimpse of her enlarging breasts. David tried to look away. Mary's breasts received several more pumps before her thighs , the orbs were now getting near watermelon sized. Somehow her white t-shirt was holding out. The woman let her jeans fall to her feet then shook out and kicked them away. Her black panties were doing well considering what they were going through. The enlarging thighs and the on and off pressure the waistband was feeling was stretching them out. The berry woman seductively slipped one finger into the waistband of the underwear. David hoped she wasn't going to remove them. The size of the breasts were reaching extremely large proportions now, they had to force their way out of her overstretched t-shirt collar, her nipples were now leaking out the bright red strawberry juice, staining her t-shirt. The juice factory, or Mary's stomach, pumped and pumped her stomach growing bigger and bigger with each pump. The woman's legs were getting no where near the amount of juice as her boobs were. As the stomach and sides grew larger and larger with each pump, her arms plumped but were still movable.She didn't seem to mind she just laughed happily. David remembered how each berry inflation at been different so he tried to think about Mary's. Her breasts were taking in most of the juice and her legs were getting pulled in by her growing torso. The connection between the shape of a strawberry and her body was made, there was more juice going the upper half of Mary's body while less in her lower. The man wondered how much longer Mary's shirt and panties could hold out. With her mid section huge now, there was nothing left of Mary's trim figure, she had gone from five feet seven inches to seven and a half feet. Her breasts were about five feet across each, the white t-shirt pulled way up from her belly and down from her collar, barely covering her nipples. By some miracle her now in comparison small plump legs were holding her immense body up. The stomach and thighs were full and stretched the leg holes and waistband of Mary's black panties that they had to take on the shape of a thong. For once a berrified girl could actually still move her plump arms. As David took note of this Mary slowly ran her arms down her juice filled body.The pumping stomach had been slowing down for a while only give small burst deliveries. "Don't I look very lovely now, David?" Mary said while cupping one hand beneath one enormous boob. "Ummm...you look different." "Oh I know, I'm just so full of juice...soooo biiiig." her breasts grew out an inch further, torturing her poor shirt even more. The woman looked at her full red body and waited. After a full minute she looked back up and took a slow lumbering step towards the transfixed man. " I'm ripe,juice me." David took a step back. "Look, um, I-" "I want to be juiced so badly! I gotta be juiced! I don't feel anything good right now, I have to be juiced to feel better!" She took two more loud steps towards David. 'Oh god I think I'm going to have to. Forgive me Racheal!' David thought while preparing himself to squeeze the ripe strawberry woman. The huge woman spread her arms wide open, her full chest sticking straight out. "JUICE ME!" "OH GOD YES!" David hadn't said a word, he realized this as a figure jumped out between he and Mary. The form jumped and locked his arms around the body of Mary. "I'll juice you Mary!" Alex said while enjoying the feel of Mary's soft warm flesh against the side of his face. "Alex!" Mary said shocked. "I don't-damn he feels good pressed up against me like this." she muttered. David just watched in shock as something unfolded. "Oh god Mary I've been wanting to tell you how much I like you!" Alex said while tightening his hold on the woman. "You do!? But I saw you hugging Linda?" "She was hugging me! I didn't mind, she hugs everyone." "I told you." David muttered. "Oh-well-I" David had a feeling that she was blushing even though her whole face was strawberry red. "Will you go out with me?" Alex asked. "Uh, sure when?" "How about tonight? After I get some work finished here" He gave Mary a little squeeze which she responded with a purr. "Sounds good." David thought this was probably the oddest way a guy could ask a girl out. Alex then climbed a foot up Mary massive body and planted a kiss on her blood red lips, when he pulled back he licked his own. "Hmm I love strawberries." "Thanks I-" Mary was then interrupted by a tearing sound. She looked down and saw several holes growing in her overstretched t-shirt. "Oh dear my shirt is ripping." "I better hold on tight" *RIIIIIIP!* *BROMMTH!!* Mary's clevage hit full bloom once it's restraint was gone. Her orbs struck Alex's body pushing him off her. However her body lost it's balance causing her to fall forward on top of Alex smothering him. "Are you okay!?" She yelled out fearfully! She felt his hands lively grabbing at her. "Oh yes!" she heard his muffled voice happily proclaim. Mary let out a moan and put her head down. "Y'know. It was only you I ever liked. David's a good guy but I think I was just trying to make you jealous. But I'm glad he's with Racheal, I don't feel bad now." "They're a good couple." Alex said giving Mary another delightful squeeze. David was starting to feel it was time to go. He quickly unzipped his backpack and began searching for his reverse gum. "So where shall we go after wards?" Mary asked from atop Alex. "It's gonna have to be someplace open late at night. It's going to take a while to get all of this out of you.' He gave her a pat. "How about Shirley's?" "Maybe I might be the mood for burgers." he ran his finger down the waistband of her panties. David kept looking. "Alex, these are kind of tight on me could you?" "Sure." Alex tucked his fingers into her panties, pulled away by only an inch. Then he felt the cloth tear away from his hands as her panties shot of her body like a slingshot, David heard them land somewhere behind him. "Aaah, much better." Mary sighed. David finally found the gum he went to the Mary/Alex form. "Hey Mary!" "Hmmm, yes David? Oh yeah thanks for the gum." "Yeaah, you're welcome. Just don't take anything from me without asking all right? "Uh-huh" "Listen...are you listening?" "Yeah what!?" "This is the reverse gum. He juices you, you chew this, you're back to normal. Get it?" "Got it." "Good. I'll lay it here. GOOD NIGHT!" David left the kitchen thinking about the odd day. "God, I want to Racheal this weekend. That was just weird. Why do I keep turning women around me into berries? Am I cursed or something?" Then he thought about how he had made himself, Racheal, Felicity, Tom, Mary, and Alex happier. "Or gifted?" he said out loud with a grin.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Male Inflation, Clean Popping, cheerleader, first person, women inflating men Text: 2. Brianna's Tale We were having cheerleader practice on the football field; and as usual, we were being watched by some pathetic chubby kid named...Actually, I don't remember his name now. Not important. Let's just call him Billy. Billy the Blimp. Anyway, our cheerleading captain was Rochelle, a buxom blonde with the most pronounced hourglass figure you're likely to encounter. I'm not sure why I shared that detail, but I'm sure it's significant. Billy seemed to be enjoying the view, watching us from the bleachers like some lovelorn puppy dog. We ran through a few routines, and then Rochelle called us over for a group huddle and told us her plan. We ran through another cheering performance, one that included lots of hip gyrating, girl-on-girl contact, and ended with our lining up and pulling up our cheerleading skirts to expose our upper thighs. Billy practically drooled on himself, and it took all my willpower not to laugh. We ended our bit and Rochelle called to Billy. "Hey, you! Come down here!" Billy moved as fast as his girth could carry him. He panted at us, "Yeah?" and we could all smell the chips on his breath. "The girls and I were talking," Rochelle began, "and we all agreed that we like guys who have a little more...bulge on them." She traced her finger down Billy's round belly. "Yeah, right," he said skeptically, but he made no move to remove Rochelle's finger. He looked around at the dozen hot, athletic young women; and, like all guys, was willing to forego any logical thinking if he could accept the possibility that even one of them would be willing to have sex with him. "We were wondering..." Rochelle scanned the rest of the squad, feigning a bit of embarrassed hesitation. "We were wondering if you'd be willing to make yourself even bigger—you know, by blowing yourself up like a balloon!" "Oh, very funny!" he said, rightfully cynical at this point. "No, we're serious! We talked it over, and we all thought that it would be really hot to see a guy get really...really...big!" The rest of the squad and I nodded our heads forcefully, struggling to keep straight faces. "Well, uh, how could I do that?" he finally asked. "That's impossible." "No, just try it!" I urged him. "Just go like this..." I blew air but kept my lips closed, allowing my cheeks to puff up. I exhaled. "Just do that, but don't let the air go. You can do it." "That won't work!" he insisted. We gathered closer, young, nubile bodies now all around him. "Oh, please!" I said. "Just do it for us! Here, we'll cheer you on!" And then we did some kind of cheer, using his real name, whatever the hell it was, but it went something like: "Blow, Billy, blow! Blow, Billy, blow! Go, go, go! Blow, Billy blow!" He looked us over again, twelve amazing pairs of legs in short skirts, before he inhaled and puffed up his cheeks. We kept cheering: "Blow, Billy, blow! Go, go, go!" We all started giggling at the expression on his face when Billy went from obese to comically ballooned in an instant, a hiss of air rounding out his back and sides to match his belly, his arms and legs becoming bloated, but firm instead of flabby. His arms stuck out at 45º angles, resting on his blimping sides. He stopped and stared at his inflated figure, and we could see he was a little freaked. We couldn't have that. Rochelle stepped up and rubbed his rounded chest. "Oooo! Feel him, girls! He's so soft, like a balloon!" And just like that, twelve pairs of hands began feeling Billy up. We saw his face turn red, and giggled a bit more, but his ego was inflated as well. "Can you get bigger?" I asked him. "I can try," he said. I exchanged a knowing glance with Rochelle as Billy puffed up his cheeks again...and nothing happened. "It's not working," he said, dispiritedly. "Keep trying," Rochelle encouraged him. "Here, we'll help by cheering you on." And we started up with our cheers again: "Blow, blow! Don't go slow! Show us just how big you'll grow!" And like that, he got bigger, doubling his circumference in a few seconds. His arms were now at 90º degree angles, sticking out of a big round ball. We cheered and clapped excitedly. "This feels cool!" he said, and I'm pretty sure he was talking about both the inflation and the adulation. "Bigger! Bigger!" we chanted. And he ballooned even larger. The state of his arms was a moot question, as all that was left of them was his stubby hands. Presumably his stubby feet were sticking out from underneath, but we could no longer see them, his round body totally covering them up. He paused again, and we all stopped to clap. Then I told him, "Wait a minute!" The group of us rapidly formed a human pyramid. I climbed on top and stretched my arms to the sky, allowing my shirt to pull up a bit, exposing my midriff. "Can you get this big, Billy?" "Oh, yeah!" he said excitedly. "I can be as big as that! In fact, I can be even bigger than all of you together!" "So what are you waiting for?" I called back to him, and we all chanted: "Puff! Puff! Show your stuff! You just can't get big enough!" And our Billy-balloon billowed out bigger, inflating until he could see over the top of my head. "I'm so big! Look at me! I'm the biggest boy in school! And I'm going to be even bigger!" "So do it!" I said, and we shouted, "Blow until you reach the moon! Pump it up, you big balloon!" He swelled even larger, and soon he was as high as the bleachers. And then even higher! "Blow, blow, don't slow down! Pump yourself up nice and round!" We could barely be heard over the sounds of the hissing air and rubbery squeaks coming from his balloon body, as he got ever bigger, now inflating so big that he was nearing the field lights! "Yes!" Billy called out to us, or to the heavens. "I'm the biggest balloon ever! Look at how big I am! And I'll get even bigger!" And he did, as we shouted, "Two, four, six, eight! Puff again and you'll inflate!" He loomed over the football field as he pumped up and up and up... "Bigger than the highest tree! Bigger even than a mountain—blow as big as you can be!" He stretched out further, getting larger and larger, turning red from the strain, his growth slowing as it took more and more air to make a noticeable difference... "Bigger! Larger! More immense! Bigger than the continents!" (Okay, at this point, we were running on empty.) But Billy seemed to be reaching his limits, too. He had stopped blowing and was instead looking nervously down at us. "I think I'm big enough now, girls!" "That's it?" I said, sounding disappointed. "You can't get any bigger than that?" "I'd like to," he admitted. "But I feel so tight, like I'm gonna burst! I want to get bigger, but I don't want to pop!" "Awww," we all said in a group groan. "You won't get a little big bigger? Not even for us?" "Girls, I'm serious! I can't get any bigger! I'm sorry if you're disappointed, but I'm not going to pop for you!" I smirked. "Oh, that's where you're wrong." "W-what?" he said, probably noticing the change in tone the conversation was taking. "You think you could just blow yourself up by puffing up your cheeks?" I asked him. "What, are you some kind of idiot?! You weren't blowing yourself up, balloon-boy! It was our cheers that were making you bigger!" Billy took a moment to process that while we started laughing at him. After we calmed down enough to hear him, he asked, "S-so, how do plan to get me deflated?" "Deflated, nothing!" said Rochelle. "You're gonna burst!" "No, don't!" Billy said. But the cheers already began: "Blow, blow, don't ever stop! Keep inflating till you pop!" "Please!" he said, getting dangerously bigger, the squeaks getting louder, his skin turning redder. "Listen to this rhyming verse! Puff and puff until you burst! Burst, burst, burst!!" "Ooohhh...!" His body grew ever so slightly, trembling from the strain. "Two, four, six, eight! You are going to overinflate! Pop, pop, pop, POP!!" As if on cue, his body reached its limits. BOOM!! Then we all went out for pizza. Kitty sighed. "Nice one," she said. "But I can't believe that he was the best balloon you ever popped." "Well," said Brianna, smiling, "I guess I've had a few good balloons since then. But I see Baby's point: After you've popped a few hundred men, I suppose the rush diminishes." "Geez," said Baby, "how many men have we popped between the three of us?" The ladies did a few quick calculations and arrived at 998 men. "Wait," said Baby. "Did we count the two men we popped since we came in here?" "Nope," said Kitty. "So that's a thousand." "Oh, that won't do," said Brianna. She suddenly got up from the bar and walked out the door. Outside was a male patron who, having overheard enough from the three ladies to know he was in imminent danger, decided to head out to his car. "Hey!" Brianna called out to him. The man froze and spun around to face the tall, dark-skinned beauty. "Blow up like a balloon until you pop!" she ordered him. The man immediately began to inflate. "I gotta get to work!" he protested, but Brianna was already heading back to the bar. "Where did you go?" asked Kitty. "Just wait," said Brianna, holding up a finger. They waited for a moment. Suddenly from outside came a loud explosion, sounding like thunder in the parking lot. Brianna sighed. "1001, my friends!" Baby grinned. "Okay, I still love that sound," she admitted. "But how about you, Kitty? We haven't heard your first popping story!" "Well, it's like this..." said Kitty, stroking her chin. The world went all blurry and wavy... 3. Kitty's Tale I plugged an air hose into my boyfriend's navel, and I kept pumping and pumping until he exploded. "That was the lamest inflation story I ever heard," Baby whined. "Hey!" said Kitty, shrugging. "I just said that it was the first guy I popped. I didn't say it made a great story." "You must have a better one than that," Brianna coaxed. "Actually, I do," said Kitty, beaming again with a warm, wonderful smile that revealed a certain amount of mischief as well. "I was a blossoming young woman, and I had just learned how to combine my love of popping balloons and popping men..." She rubbed her chin, and the world went all blurry and wavy...

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Male Inflation, Implied Popping, devil, wish, women inflating men Text: "You're the Devil?" he asked hesitantly. In the chair opposite him sat a stunning woman, brunette, her hair pulled back into a meticulous French twist. The woman's carriage was intense and confident, her dark, smoldering eyes seeming never to blink. Her dark irises appeared to pick up a ring of fiery red in the soft glow of the living room lamp. He glanced downwards, shying from her stare. She wore a flowing pantsuit of coal black lined with faint red pinstripes, the loose sleeves and leggings sheathing her palms and obscuring the open-toed, red heels she wore. "I am," she agreed. Her voice was throaty without being deep, a homogeny of confidence, mischief, and seduction. Her torrid voice suggested that here was someone who might do anything without regrets. He shook his head, running fingers through his hair."Prove it," he said, his voice cracking nervously. She cocked her head with an aura of bemusement."Very well," she laughed, a velvet chuckle that shivered his spine. "Ask me a question. Something you are satisfied that only I would know." He bowed his head, sliding his palms against each other as he thought.He fought a tremulous stutter and asked, "If you're the Devil, what deal do I want to make?" She looked at him levelly and spread her mouth in a sensuous, cruel smile."You want the ability to create air inside your belly at your whim, blowing yourself up like a fat, human balloon, because that perverted idea turns you sexually. Years of your deepest desire going unfulfilled have left you willing to pay any price to have it happen," she responded without hesitation. "I can make it happen to you. Right now. I can give you the power to make your tummy inflate." She tilted her head to the other side and peered at him with an expectant look. Her eyes almost seemed to trap him in his chair. Desire made his heart beat double-time. Face pale, he said, "You really are the Devil.""That's such a harsh description," she said sullenly. "It's not my name, you know. It's more of a title, a formality. Call me Lucie if that makes it easier for you. Think of me more as...a high-powered lawyer that can get you all the things that life won't let you have.""And in return you want something," the man stated in a small voice. She nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving his face. "What?""Your soul, obviously," Lucie said. The man sighed in disappointment upon hearing the price she listed."But, it's such a simple thing," he said. "I'm not asking for fame, or fortune. All I want is this. It's such a little request.""You want it so much more than you want fame or fortune. That's exactly why it will cost you your soul," she teased. "You'd do anything for it. If you weren't hesitating, you could be inflating yourself right now. Getting full. Fat with nothing but air." He squirmed at her goading."What about if I give it to you for twenty years?" he pleaded. The Devil scowled and arched her head back, staring down the length of her nose at him."This isn't a yard sale," Lucie spat as she stood. "We shan't haggle. Take it or leave it. I can see I'm wasting my time." Without further comment, she vanished in a puff of smoke."Wait! Wait!" he cried. His words echoed hollowly against the empty walls of the room.She returned as suddenly as she had departed. Her arms were crossed, face set in a smoldering scowl."Yes, fine," he said. "I'll do it." The woman's scowl melted away like butter in a pan, revealing a pleasant smile. She seated herself once more in the chair. "As a show of good faith, I'll even make you a concession," the Devil said warmly. "If you're not fully satisfied after one year, we'll null the contract. How about that?" He nodded numbly from across the room and worked his mouth silently. The woman reached into her attache case and withdrew a single, crisp piece of paper. She held it up to the light, reading the simple article aloud. "This document specifies that the first party, the undersigned, does hereby cede their immortal soul to the second party, Lucifer, yours truly, in exchange for the power for the first party to create miraculous air inside their belly. After the first party has one calendar year of life experience with this power, this contract is hereby null and void if the first party is not completely satisfied in every way," she recited. She slid the document across the coffee table. "Totally fair," she said. The man took brought the paper closer to himself across the tabletop with a trembling hand. A stiletto winked into existence beside his hand. "Draw the blood of a finger, and sign it."He obeyed. A blotched, crimson signature stained the cream of the paper."How long until it starts working?" the man asked. He lightly rested his hands on his stomach."It was working as soon as you signed," she chuckled, staring at him with a fixed intensity. "All you have to do now is think about it. Will it to happen. Blimp." He looked down at himself. With a soft hiss, his belly began to protrude."Oh god," he groaned ecstatically. "It's happening. I'm making it happen!" He ran his hands down his waist, sinking his fingers into the swelling belly. "It feels so much better than I imagined. I'm inflating myself like a fucking blimp! At last!" The Devil smiled tightly and uncrossed her legs. She rose to a standing position."Like god had anything to do with it," she said acidly with a sneer as she picked up the contract and slid it back into the attache case. The devil spread her fingertips on the table and leaned forward. Cleavage winked through her collar. "You should get bigger. Show me what you can do to that belly of yours." With a shivering, drawn-out moan, he continued to expand. His belly swelled from a slight arc to a sizable mound. A strip of flesh peeked between his belt and shirt as the latter rode upwards across the inflating sphere. Diamonds of skin began to show between painfully restrictive buttons. A bulge began to form in his pants in evidence of the arousal that was welling within his ballooned belly."Ahhh-h, I'm getting so stuffed," he moaned, gliding his hands around his belly. His palms hissed across the tight flesh. He writhed in his chair in a struggle to get comfortable. The man found himself obliged to lean back to make room for his filling stomach. Air still hissed into his stomach. POP! POP! Buttons bailed from their blimping owner and flew across the living room. POP! His breath came in shallow pants as he grunted, "It's getting so...hahhh...tight. I need...to slow down." The belly's inflation paused.The Devil slyly stepped over the coffee table and put her hands on his knees. "Let me just take care of that for you. That belt must be so restrictive across this great, big tummy of yours. She leaned in and tugged at his belt. It had been under such pressure that it whipped open accompanied by a thump from his failing pants button as soon as she had pulled the buckle's latch from the belt notch. "You're getting very full," she teased steamily. He moaned, not responding. "But show me you can get even bigger. That could happen right now. You could be bigger. You could be as bloated, as fat as you want." She smiled wickedly as the sphere began to swell again. "That's right. Get big." She patted the growing belly impishly with her fingertips on either side of the man's swollen waist. POP! The solitary remaining button across his belly failed, baring his tight, stuffed tummy to the room.He grew red in the face as his girth soared. Gingerly removing his hands from his waistline, the blimp of a man grabbed hold of the arms of his chair as if bracing himself. His tummy groaned, far beyond comfortable pressure. Pink, striped stretchmarks began to blossom vertically across the width of his middle. He gasped, "I can't stop!""Oh?" the Devil prompted. "That's quite a predicament for a blimp boy like you." She folded herself to sit upon his knee, one hip butting against the right side of his belly. She placed a hand gently atop the mountainous swell."Why can't I stop!?" he groaned. "What are you doing to me?" She sat up straight atop his knee, a feigned expression of injury apparent."Me? I'm not doing anything to you. The reason you're inflating is because you want it to happen," Lucie chuckled. He violently shook his head in denial."I'm too full! God, help me...it feels too good, I want to slow down! I'm going to burst! Why am I still filling!? You said I could control it," he pleaded. The skin of his belly groaned and hummed with pressure as it filled. The Devil cupped the squirming man's chin in her hand and ran her other hand down his waist. She turned his face towards her to meet her wicked smile.She laughed and said, "You can control it just fine, silly man. Controlling your own desires, on the other hand, appears to be beyond you. Just because you're a blimp worried about going pop doesn't mean you don't want to blow up. An inhibition of fear isn't going to save you." She patted his belly with her free hand. "You have to stop the want itself." The groaning of his body was growing louder.The man wriggled in the chair with the giggling ruler of Hell atop his knee, warring with his desires in an attempt to command himself. With herculean effort, he clenched his teeth and mentally brought his expansion to a halt. "Very good," the Devil chuckled, followed within seconds by her pressing her chest against the slope of his tummy."Please, don't do that," he begged. "Why?" the woman inquired seductively. She reached up to her suit top and unbuttoned several of the fasteners, exposing more of the deep cleavage held beneath. "I only want to help my client enjoy his new gift." She wriggled her body sinuously against the side of his belly while letting one hand wander down below his ball of a stomach in uncouth explorations of rubbing. "Doesn't your big, tight belly feel so good with me leaning on it?"He gasped, "Stop!" His expansion sputtered to life again as wavering will faltered. Lucie laughed in delight, clapping her hands with cruel glee. The tortured man's waist inflated several more inches outward before he buckled down and halted it once more. "Please," he groaned. "How do I deflate myself? I'm going to explode!" The woman made a mockingly nervous expression of surprise."Deflate! Regrettably, dear, you didn't say anything about that," Lucie said. "You're going to have to stay stuffed to this size while avoiding thinking about getting bigger for now. I'm sure a very big boy like yourself can handle that." She rubbed his belly with firm pressure in a motion that swept across the tortured, groaning skin. The bloated man gasped, squeezing the chair arms."Take it back! Reverse it," he begged her. "It feels too good, I can't stop, I can't! Null the contract before I pop!" On the other side of his belly, the woman's hand slid to a stop."Here's the problem," Lucie said, pausing with a silence that was pregnant with anticipation. "It hasn't been a year yet. I follow my contracts to the letter. I don't have to let you reverse it for a whole, long year." She smiled wickedly."It's too much," he moaned in helpless arousal. He wrapped his arms around his sides as if in effort to hold himself together. His hands didn't even come close to reaching the front of his stomach. There was no give to his belly. "Take the power away from me before I burst myself! I don't want it!" The woman rose from his crowded lap and poised in front of the man's belly."Oh, honey, I can prove you still want it." Lucie opened her blouse, pulling the unfastened halves aside with a soft touch. Her full breasts swayed freely. She pushed her soft bosom against the mammoth swell of slick belly and slowly rubbed herself along it as she sank to the ground. The man panted heatedly."Please stop," he begged. "You're making me want more!" The woman paid no mind. As her knees finally made contact with the ground, she extended her tongue and sensuously licked the skin of the man's inflated belly, tracing a longitudinal line along the meridian of the blimp. She reached his navel and withdrew her tongue."Mmm," she moaned, burying her face into the sphere and bestowing a full-mouthed sumptuous kiss onto its pained surface. She spoke seductively, putting every iota of infernal experience into her voice. "You've gotten so big, and so tight. It would impress me so much if you could fill yourself more for me." She kissed the quivering orb again, softly. Almost immediately the man lost control of his own leash and began to swell again with a shuddering moan. Far faster than before. The swelling of his stomach was a symphony of creaks nearly drowned by his passionate cries of absolute ecstasy in the feel of expansion. Lucie rose and looked at him over top of his blimping belly. Those red flecks in her intense, dark eyes were brighter now, forming hot coals that hungered after the fat blimp before her."Enjoy," she said. "I think we'll be seeing each other again, real soon." With that, she was gone in a flash of smoke. It chaotically swirled in the air with the movements of the climaxing, inflating balloon of a man who waged a losing battle to prevent himself from rushing headlong in size towards the bursting point.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Clean Popping Text: Inflating woman explodes Nightclub goers were left in shock after a woman suffering from a rare medical condition blew up like a balloon before exploding in a fireball. According to doctors at St Anthony's Hospital, Jasmine Kerry, 20, a student at East Anglia University, was a victim of a rare metabolic disorder which causes alcohol in the body to be broken down into methane and oxygen; an explosive mix of gases which then builds up between the organs causing the sufferer's body to swell to up to seven times its original size as though they were being inflated. It is possible for the person to survive the inflation; however it seems that Miss Kerry was the victim of an unfortunate sequence of events. 'This is a very rare condition' said Dr Niall Grant, specialist in metabolic disorders at Cambridge University. 'There have only been two cases of this spontaneous inflation worldwide and with both the patient was able to make a full recovery after being carefully deflated. What we believe happened to Miss Kerry is that as she inflated she became too close to a spotlight which heated up the gases inside her, causing them to expand. Firstly this would have caused her to become much larger than in any other case, secondly the heating of the gases ultimately caused the methane to ignite, which is what we believe led to the catastrophic explosion.' Fortunately no one else was seriously hurt in the incident, though several people suffered minor burns and damage was caused to the interior of the club. The event was witnessed by May Williams who was with a group of friends nearby. 'I heard a yelp and the sound of glass breaking and turned round to see this girl was getting bigger, she continued to expand, becoming round like a parade balloon until she was too swollen to move and her cheeks were too puffed up for her to scream. We could see she was inflating with some kind of gas so we just ran for cover. I didn't see anything after that because I was hiding, I heard her muffled screaming and a sound like stretching rubber, then I heard this massive bang. I felt the heat and the blast of the explosion and when I looked up there was nothing left of her, just scraps of her clothes and her shoes.' According to other eyewitnesses, Miss Kerry had been drinking and dancing energetically. This, says Dr Grant, is most likely what brought on the symptoms. 'The condition can lay unnoticed in a sufferer for many years as it requires the presence of alcohol and increased metabolic activity to bring about the inflation'. Graham Thomson who was working in the club at the time described the moment that Jasmine began to inflate. 'I had just served her at the bar; she looked quite exhausted after spending a while on the dance floor. As she drank the drink her belly started to bloat rapidly, when she noticed she dropped her glass in shock and started to blow up all over. It all happened so fast, buttons were popping off her blouse and stitches blowing in her jeans as she swelled up; next thing her arms were stuck out to her sides and she looked like a blimp I could tell she was going to explode and ducked behind the bar just as I heard her blow; there was a lot of smoke and ash about and shreds of her clothes were scattered everywhere'. Doctors believe that the disorder, which is carried on the X-chromosome could be present in a higher number of women than anticipated, and some academics have suggested it has been triggered by a virus which could be present on the campus, they are urging all female students at the University to get tested for the disorder and the virus. While doctors have played down the possibility of an outbreak, Professor Stephen McCormack who has gained international recognition for his work on how viruses can trigger genetic defects, suggests we should exercise caution. 'The chances may be low, but they are definitely there, and looking at the amount of damage that has been caused by one girl exploding, one needs only to imagine the damage that could be caused if a large number of girls attending this university were to start inflating like balloons and exploding all over the place'. Police are still trying to contact Miss Kerry's family, who are believed to be living in the North East.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, clothes bursting, floating, Maya, sphere, spontaneous Text: Maya sat on the couch, watching TV and sipping Pepsi. She was home alone this Saturday, and she was feeling especially lazy. Maya was an 18-year-old girl, with blonde hair that cascaded down to the middle of her back. Usually she kept it braided, but today it flowed both behind and in front of her shoulders. Her blue eyes were half-lidded and practically glazed over as she listened to the How It's Made narrator explaining the process of making ice cream. As short as she was, around 5', she was able to comfortably lay across the width of the couch without putting her feet on the armrest. A plaid blanket covered her body from shoulder to toe, providing warmth in an otherwise slightly uncomfortably cool room. As the TV droned, Maya took the last sip of her Pepsi, and stared down the cup with mild irritation. But then she shrugged, figuring that she had had enough for that day, and contented herself with lazing there and waiting for the bubbling feeling in her stomach to go away. A few minutes later, Maya was puzzled to realize that the bubbling had not stopped- on the contrary, the sensation intensified. But she chalked it up to the sheer volume of soda she had consumed and didn't budge an inch. Unbeknownst to the young woman laying on the couch, her belly slowly began to grow. It expanded outwards, creating a bubble in the blanket and pushing her shirt upwards. Maya, half-asleep, noticed none of this. Her stomach grew to the size of a full-term pregnancy, and kept going. Then her butt and thighs began to follow suit, filling up Maya's loose shorts. She wasn't wearing underwear, so there was nothing to indicate to her anything was wrong, yet. Her butt grew to the size of half-volleyballs, and at that point her boobs also began to grow. Maya was not wearing a bra, either, so again her expanding assets went unnoticed as they slowly blew up to fill her loose t-shirt. Soon, Maya's belly looked like she had swallowed two basketballs. Her buttcheeks had added half a foot to their diameter, and her boobs had reached D-cups. It was at this point that she noticed the change. As Maya shifted her arm to a more comfortable position, it brushed up against her big belly. "What the hell?" She looked down and saw the bulges in the sheet covering her. She watched dumbfounded as the expansion continued. Her lower back and sides begun expanding to catch up with her butt and belly. In a few minutes, her torso looked like a small beach ball with volleyballs perched on top. The inflation continued. Maya, laying on her side, soon found her head being lifted off the armrest. The blanket was barely covering her body, draping over it as though it were a mad scientist's invention about to be unveiled. Her feet poked out from under it. Maya's shirt and shorts began to feel snug, where before they had practically dwarfed her. Suddenly, Maya felt a new sensation. Her crotch began to expand, slowly spreading her legs apart. Gradually, her body began to take on a spherical shape, as her boobs were spread into domes poking out of her beach ball of a torso. Her arms and legs were being swallowed up by her gigantic body. Maya felt her t-shirt ripping, unable to take the pressure. As her body's width steadily caught up with her height, the waistband of her shorts gave as well. Her arms were absorbed up to their wrists, her legs up to the ankles. Her breasts no longer had a definite shape, having been flattened over her enormous torso. The frightened girl finally thought to squeak out a feeble "Help," before her head began to be swallowed as well. Tears came out of her eyes. The pressure was too much. She felt she would pop, if she did not suffocate by having her nose and mouth covered up. But as her flesh reached just below her nose, the inflation mercifully ceased. The blanket that had formerly covered up her body so well now reached only halfway down the five foot orb that was her torso, revealing the tattered remains of her shirt, which still managed to preserve her modesty. Maya breathed heavily through her nose, relieved that it was over. Oh, but it wasn't quite over. Maya felt another gurgling sensation. The pressure on her skin intensified, but her skin did not expand outward. She knew now that she had reached her limit, and was going to- But as soon as the feeling came, it stopped. Then her body slowly floated off the couch. Maya's eyes widened, her hands and feet flailing as she lifted into the air. She slowly rotated like some kind of moon, and soon the blanket fell off to reveal the fabric of her clothes just barely covering her up. She was now face-down, looking at the couch. Then, her body tilted again, and her head was soon aligned nearly on the "bottom" of the big balloon she had become. At that point, she felt her butt tap the ceiling, bounce off, then hit it again. There Maya remained for an hour, unable to call for help and unable to move except to helplessly flap her hands, as How It's Made continued to drone on. Eventually, her size began to decrease. She slowly drifted back down, landing squarely on her stretched crotch. After a while, she deflated enough for her to bend her elbows and knees, and her mouth was freed. Her breasts also began to show as 1-foot domes. Maya was shaken from the experience, but she also realized she was starving. Using her regained mobility, she waddled to the kitchen to put a Hot Pocket in the microwave. It was hard to keep her balance, and she got stuck in the narrow pass between counters for a second before she deflated enough to continue. After five hours, during which she drummed on her balloon body with her hands to make balloon sounds while she watched Mythbusters, she deflated to the point where she only looked pregnant. Soon, she had come back to her original size. Well, almost- her boobs were a size larger than before, and her butt was just a bit rounder. As Maya disposed of her useless shredded clothing and put on a new lazy day outfit, she silently hoped that that wouldn't happen again, at least not while anyone else was around.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Clean Popping Text: Daphne stood at the edge of the stage, looking out at the empty arena. As usual, her long blond hair drooped over her shoulders, her body tightly packaged into a white jumpsuit that clung to every smooth, round curve of her young lithe body. One hand was clenched into a fist that pressed upon her hip; the other held a large cup of cappuccino. "God, that was disastrous!" said the spoiled pop star. "Did you see all those empty seats? The press is going to tear me a new one!" "What can I say? You just don't fill up stadiums like you used to," said Daphne's manager, Ashley, who was a tall brunette who liked wearing black leather, as she did now, her black leather coat matching her boots, pants, and halter-top. Daphne spun around to her. "And whose fault is that?! You're my manager--it's your job to keep these seats filled!" "What do you want?" asked Ashley feebly. "You want me to pay seat fillers?" "I want to be bigger than Elvis and The Beatles combined," griped Daphne. "And since you can't make that happen, you can pack up your leather outfits and scram!" "You-you're firing me? You can't!" "Yes, I can. But if you want to make yourself useful..." She handed Ashley her cup. "Get me a refill, will you? At least you shouldn't be able to screw THAT up." Ashley gave Daphne a cold look before marching away. Daphne quickly forgot the exchange, concentrating on how she could get her audience back. All those empty seats! Maybe she should thrust her pelvis out more... No, she should do more butt-showing. Yeah, that's it. Her ass was still perfect. She turned around and flashed the empty arena her tight round ass, running her hand down its curves. That should blow the roof off the place! Moments later, Ashley returned with the cup refilled. She held it out to Daphne, but retracted it when she reached for it. "Are you sure you won't reconsider?" Daphne scowled before snatching the cappuccino from Ashley's hands. "Don't let the door hit you in the butt," she said, before pouring the drink down her slender throat. Ashley grinned. It was a grin that spread ear from ear. "What are you so happy about?" Daphne asked. "Did you spit in this?" "Nothing so crass," Ashley assured her. Daphne's stomach gurgled. "Oh god! Ex-lax?!" "Keep guessing," Ashley told her, but Daphne wouldn't get the chance. It began with a grumbling behind Daphne's flat, firm belly. She looked down before turning a quizzical gaze at Ashley. And in the next instant, Daphne's body bloated up all over. She yelped, looking down at herself, seeing her hourglass figure abruptly replaced with a globe where her midsection had been, her arms and legs puffed up as if she had become a stuffed-doll version of herself. She looked helplessly at the smiling Ashley and was about to speak before another huge inflationary surge hit her, blowing her up fuller and rounder, her white jumpsuit straining to contain the expansion. Her bloated belly shot persistently outwards, causing her breasts to rise up before they, too, plumped up like balloons. The inflation happened so quickly, Daphne only now could come to grips with the impossible situation. She looked pleadingly at Ashley. "What's... happening... to meeeeee?!!" The inflation was in full swing now, her body inflating into a large ball shape, her hands and feet now the only extremities visible. Even her massive cleavage was losing its shape as it merged with her ballooning body. Her jumpsuit began to split apart, the swelling flesh tearing it to pieces that fell to the floor or clung helplessly around her neck. Daphne kept growing. Faster. Bigger. Ashley licked her upper lip. There was something so satisfying about Daphne's body swelling up to match the size of her ego. She watched Daphne inflate for awhile, keeping her in suspense before finally indirectly answering Daphne's question. "You said you wanted to be bigger than Elvis," Ashley reminded her former client. "I'd say you're bigger than Elvis even after a boatload of chicken!" As Ashley spoke, Daphne kept growing larger and larger. Her globular body was now ten feet across, and Ashley had to crane her neck to see Daphne's terrified expression. "W-when does it stop?!" Ashley just chuckled. "It doesn't. Ever." "Wh-wh-what--Ohhhhhh!!" Daphne ballooned out farther and farther, the stage suddenly becoming too cramped for both of them. "Hope you have a lot of stretch in you!" Ashley said, before jumping off the stage and taking a seat in the audience. She crossed her arms and her long sculptured legs and sat back to watch the show. Like a human hot-air balloon, Daphne expanded up and out, her head getting higher and higher, her body covering more and more space. She didn't know what to expect, but she at least thought her expansion would slow as she reached a certain size. It didn't. It increased. A lot. More and more, inflating her faster and larger. It took only a few moments before Daphne's body had filled the entire performance stage, ... and there were no signs that she would be stopping soon. Her body began to spill over the edge of the stage. Ashley began to wonder if she were safe in the first row. Or the first several rows! Daphne's expanding body was bloating out towards her like an approaching planet! Ashley decided the safest spot would be the exit. She turned around when she reached the exitway, only to see that Daphne's abdomen was hovering over half the floor seats in all directions. And still she grew, bigger and faster and fuller and rounder. Ashley watched and waited. Exactly how big WAS Daphne going to get?! She just kept inflating and inflating and inflating! The spectacle went on for several minutes, as more and more of the arena was filled with Daphne's blimping form. She was now so big that she blocked out much of the arena from Ashley's view. Ashley stood with an open-mouthed smile, stunned at her beautiful handiwork. "Daphne!" she called to the pop star. "You CAN fill up a stadium! I told you I could help you do it!" The humor was lost on Daphne, even if she could hear Ashley. Daphne no longer had a neck, her chin merging with her body and her head and lips too puffy to speak. She could only respond by inflating more, feeling the strange pressure inside her build and build. In moments, nothing was visible inside the stadium but Daphne's bloated flesh. She had filled every nook and cranny, her head now pressed against the ceiling, which was several stories above the stage. Ashley backed farther and farther away when she realized that she was not out of danger yet. Daphne's body began oozing through the exits! She was still finding ways to expand! Ashley gave up the ship, racing past the ticket stands and straight out the doors to the parking lot. Inside the passageway, she could see Daphne's dough-like body filling up every hallway and passageway. She just... kept... growing!! Ashley watched with amazement as she saw cracks appearing in the walls. Plaster and brick broke off the side of the building--piecemeal at first, then in large, dangerous chunks. Ashley heard steel bending, glass breaking, walls crumbling! Inside, Daphne's body pressed against the ceiling of the arena. She continued to grow, pushing against the ceiling as the space became gradually more confining, the trapped air combining with Daphne to exert an immense amount of pressure on the structure surrounding her. Like a chick bursting from its shell, Daphne burst through the stadium's ceiling, the sudden release of pressure causing her to shoot suddenly out of the roof at rocket-speed. In short, Daphne had blown the lid off the place. Now that the top half of the Daphne-sphere was free to expand into space, the bottom half seemingly wanted to join in too, pushing apart the weakened walls of the arena to bring them crashing to the ground in a cacophony of collapsing building materials. Ashley stood stunned as she witnessed the destruction. She never dreamed Daphne would get this big! But she'd rather hoped. In the distance, Ashley heard sirens, but her gaze continued to focus on the giant balloon that once was Daphne. She was so large, so unbelievably round and inflated, that Ashley could no longer see the top of her without backing up to the edge of the parking lot. And as the seconds passed, Daphne got bigger and bigger, her body swelling toward Ashley at a phenomenal rate. Sirens got louder. Daphne's body grew closer, the moonlight helping her to cast a shadow that totally immersed Ashley and much of the remaining stadium grounds. "C'mon, you bloated, blond, blimpy balloon bitch!" Ashley shouted at the giant sphere. "You're gonna burst, I know it! Burst, damn you!" Daphne's body swelled and swelled, growing ever closer to Ashley, who decided to stand her ground. "You can't get much bigger! Burst!" Daphne grew and grew and grew... "I said, Burst!!" Daphne continued to inflate and inflate. Ashley was only feet away from being squashed underneath the massive balloon that swelled toward her. "Burst!!" Daphne kept expanding... but as it got within a foot of Ashley, the rate of inflation slowed noticeably. Ashley clenched her fists, sensing victory. Daphne's body trembled and pulsated, as if trying to expand when no more expansion was possible. Daphne knew it was coming. And so did Ashley. She smiled. Daphne's body grew ever so slightly... "BURST!!" And a tense, silent moment later... Daphne exploded. When authorities arrived, they found the demolished stadium. Curiously, the explosion could be heard for miles, yet there was no fire and no trace of explosives. Pop star Daphne was missing. Her manager, Ashley Cummings, was found wedged through the windshield of Buick nearly a block away.

Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Clean Popping, beach, blowkiss, virtual reality Text: Ariel laid limp in the lifeguard's arms as he emerged from the waves and laid her down on the sand. She wasn't moving. "This is Chuck, reporting in," the lifeguard said. "I've rescued the subject. Checking vital signs." Carmen looked on, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. Chuck leaned over Ariel to listen for signs of breathing, and her eyes opened. She kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks, Chuck," she said. "A pleasure, as always." "Subject is stable and healthy," Chuck said, standing. "I'm returning to my post." Chuck turned and jogged back to the lifeguard stand. "You're lucky this isn't a real beach," Carmen said as she helped Ariel to her feet. "Otherwise you would have been kicked out a long time ago for distracting the lifeguards." "Come on, it's not like I'm keeping them from saving lives," Ariel said dismissively. "Nobody's going to drown here." "They'll drown, just not for real," Carmen scolded her. "It's never happened to me, but from what I've heard drowning sucks. And I'd be pretty upset if I needed a lifeguard and couldn't get one because some bimbo was faking it." "Yeah, whatever." Datum Isle wasn't like most of the zones in Parascape. While most of the vacation simulations omitted many of the unpleasant aspects of reality, the coders behind Datum Isle took pride in its verisimilitude. Here players could get sunburned. They could get chafed by sand. They could drown. They could get pooped on by seagulls. Ariel hated seagulls. She didn't even consider them to be proper birds. They were more like rats with wings. There were even shark attacks, but just like the in real world they were a rare occurrence. Rather, they were as rare as they would be in the real world if the real world still had sharks in its oceans, and people could still swim in those oceans. But Earth's seas were long dead by the time Ariel was born. Humanity had learned from its mistakes and vowed not to repeat them; Ariel had seen vids from the colonies where fish swarmed free. But for those stuck on the homeworld, the V-Net was the only place they could enjoy a day at the beach without losing skin. Ariel was a coder. She made her living creating avatar mods and custom clothing; the bright yellow bikini she was wearing was her own work, as was the deep purple hair that flowed down past her shoulders. She was quite skilled at her craft, but there was no demand for such work on the colonies. Until that changed, she'd have to settle for a digital facsimile of a beach. And she did enjoy her time on Datum Isle, even when she had to endure Carmen's chiding. It was all in good fun. Ariel had worked out the proper combination of bobbing and thrashing to trigger the virtual lifeguards' rescue algorithm. Like every other aspect of the island, the lifeguards were rendered with a loving attention to detail. Being carried ashore in those muscular arms was such a delight that Ariel often couldn't resist doing it again. And again. And again. Carmen recognized that faint smile on Ariel's lips. "Oh no, please don't!" "Last time, I swear!" Ariel called back over her shoulder as she ran into the waves. Carmen let out an exasperated sigh and laid back onto her towel. Regardless of Ariel's antics, she was going to enjoy an afternoon relaxing in the sun. Chuck gently set Ariel down on the sand. "This is Chuck, reporting in. I've rescued the subject. Checking vital signs." Ariel planted a kiss on his lips this time. "Thanks again, honey." "Subject is not breathing," he said. "Attempting to resuscitate." "Wait, what? I'm breathing just fi -- mmmrrrph!" Chuck pinched her nose and blew a massive gust of air into her. Ariel's chest rose as her lungs filled, then overfilled. The air spread throughout her body. Her belly bulged, her limbs plumped up up. Finally Chuck broke off his liplock. Ariel had taken on the appearance of an over-inflated rubber doll, and was only slightly more capable of movement. "What hell are you doing?" Ariel screamed. She tried to stand, but her arms and legs were too swollen to bend. She only managed to thrash about stiffly on her back. Chuck inhaled and blew into her again. This breath was even larger than the first. Her body ballooned, her torso growing round while her arms and legs swelled up like overstuffed sausages. "Stop it!" she pleaded. Over Ariel's frantic and terrified protests, Chuck blew into her again and again. Each breath was larger than the last. Ariel was inflating at an alarming rate. Her breasts flattened against her broadening form, her arms and legs pumped up into increasingly indistinct bulges on her vast surface. Miraculously, her bikini held up under the brutal pneumatic assault. Ariel advertised her wares as "one size fits all", but she'd never expected any of them to be subjected to such a stress test. Steadily, relentlessly, Chuck continued his efforts to resuscitate her. Bigger and bigger she grew. The air filled every part of her. Her hands and and feet swelled up, puffing up and stretching across her rapidly distending form until each was a barely discernible bulge with five tiny bumps. Not even her face was spared from distended indignity. Her cheeks ballooned to a comical size; she could feel Chuck's face press against them each time he dove in for another breath. Her lips plumped up to the point where they were bulging up against her nose. Ariel's predicament was attracting attention, but it was not of the helpful sort. They were curious about the massive globe that had suddenly appeared, but none of them realized that it was a woman in distress. To them it looked like a lifeguard was blowing up the world's largest beach ball. Ariel's expansion slowed, but her fear only magnified. Chuck was still laying siege to her lips with ever larger breaths, but the additional air was now increasing the pressure inside her as well as her volume. With each puff, her skin was stretched tighter and tighter. As the pressure mounted, Ariel's body started to audibly protest the continuing expansion. It started as a soft rumble, growing louder and more menacing with surge. Ariel could feel it coming. There was no way should take in another breath, but she knew one was coming. Chuck pressed his lips against hers one last time and blew. Her enormously overfilled body groaned ominously. Please stop, I'm gonna explode! Suddenly, mid-breath, Chuck stopped. "Thank God," Ariel tried to say, but her lips were so swollen and tightly pressed together that the only sound that escaped was a faint moan. Ariel had no idea how big she'd gotten. A large portion of her vision was obscured by her own plumped up cheeks and the vast arc of her globular body. Judging by the size of the shadow she cast, she was massive. Several of her fellow beach-goers were warily approaching to get a better look. Chuck's face went blank for a moment. "Safety override," he said. Ariel screamed, overwhelmed by both terror and frustration. Now the lifeguard figures out she's in danger? Chuck reached out to her. "Ma'am, I have orders to clear this section of the beach. Please come with me." Ariel screamed again. I can't even wiggle my toes, you idiot! How am I supposed to walk? "What on earth is that thing?" Carmen heard someone marvel. She sat upright to see what was attracting so many exclamations of astonishment and curiosity. "What the hell?" The lifeguards were herding people away from what appeared to be a house-sized beach ball. And judging by the rather concerning noises coming from it, it had been inflated well beyond its rated capacity. Its coloring was unusual, its smooth ivory surface adorned by giant yellow triangles. "Oh my God," she breathed. She'd seen that bright yellow earlier, on a much smaller scale. "No -- how?" She ran toward the ball, but a lifeguard blocked her progress as she drew near. "I'm sorry, ma'am, you have to evacuate the area." But Carmen was already close enough to confirm her impossible suspicion. Embedded in a dimple on the lower arc of the sphere's surface was the swollen, purple-haired head of her friend. She could hear a soft, rubbery creaking coming from Ariel's body. Even at this distance, the strained look on her face told the tale of how much pressure she was holding in. "I have to help her!" Carmen shouted, trying to force her way past. Ariel's eyes snapped open at the sound of Carmen's voice. She was just barely able to shake her head. "Nnnnn! Nnnnn!" was the only sound she could squeeze between her puffed-up lips. "You can't stay here. This part of the beach is no longer safe." "What the hell are you talking about?" "Mmmmf-nn!" Ariel was trying to warn her away. Her massive form groaned each time even the lightest of breezes shifted her. Sweat beaded on her brow as she contemplated what might happen if she rolled over a sharp rock or broken seashell. The pressure was immense; she felt as though the slightest prick would set her off. "Your friend will be fine, ma'am. The technical support team is working on the issue and they expect to have it resolved within sixty seconds. Until then, we can't risk having any players near an explosive hazard." Any relief Carmen might have felt from hearing of Ariel's impending rescue was washed away by the phrase "explosive hazard". "Don't worry, Ariel!" Carmen tried to sound confident while the lifeguard continued in his attempts to usher her away. "Just hang in there another minute and tech support will fix this!" Alright Ariel, just keep it together, Ariel said to herself. This will all be over soon. Unfortunately, she was right. Ariel caught sight of a shadow gliding across the sand toward her. She looked skyward to find its owner, and her barely contained panic broke free of all restraints. "Nnnnnnngghhh!" The seagull's programming was quite simple. From its perspective, Ariel was just a large object that would make a good vantage point. Carmen saw it coming in for a landing. "No!" she shouted, jumping up and down and frantically waving her arms. "Get away! Get away!" But she was too far away to attract the gull's attention, and she dared not throw a rock at it for fear of hitting Ariel. Ariel let out a muffled yelp when she felt the bird gently touch down on her drum-taut belly. Though she endured the initial contact intact, she knew it was over when the seagull rested its full weight upon her. It only weighed a few pounds, but it was enough. Her belly squealed. "Oh crap." Carmen dove to the sand. Ariel clenched her eyes shut. Goddammit I hate seagulls. Ariel vanished. When she came apart, Ariel didn't burst so much as detonate. The impact shook the ground beneath Carmen as a blast of hot air and sand roared over her. "Ariel!" she shrieked. She could barely hear herself over the ringing in her ears. When the dust cleared, all that remained of her friend were a few tiny shreds of yellow fabric scattered within and about the crater that her explosion had carved into the beach. The actual cause of the lifeguard malfunction was extremely complicated. The explanation involved phrases like "race hazard" and "concurrency violation." Put more simply, Ariel's repeated spoofing of the distress detection had system corrupted her avatar state data in a way that caused the lifeguard to miscalculate her lung capacity. And since her body volume increased with each breath, so did the size of the error. A normal avatar would have failed over to any of a number of safe recovery states, but Parascape's avatars were apparently something very much other than normal. Legal liability for virtual trauma was practically non-existent. But in the virtual world, reputation was everything. If the overseers couldn't reach a satisfactory resolution with Ariel then Parascape's reputation, and therefore its profits, would suffer. "Ms. Rowan, I once again want to offer my sincerest apologies for what you endured," Overseer Bremner said. "I assure you that the problematic functionality has been removed and there will be no repeat of your unfortunate incident." "Unfortunate? Unfortunate? I exploded. I'd say that's a bit more than unfortunate," Ariel responded. She received lifetime passes for her and a guest to Datum Isle and several other Parascape properties. And while Bremner was evasive regarding why Parascape's stock avatar was inflatable in the first place, she was able to persuade him to provide a copy of the offending code along with some information about the programmer who had written it. "He was a contractor for Parascape, Inc. who preferred to remain anonymous. We don't know who he is." "How did you pay him?" Ariel asked. "We didn't. He took his compensation in code, access, and processing resources. He's a ghost. All I have is one of his aliases," Bremner said. "In the shadow net, people who know him call him Cody." "Well then," Ariel said, "Perhaps this Cody and I should have a chat."