Madame Dubois poked her head into the dressing room. "Have you seen Donna around? The show's about to begin, and I can't find her anywhere."
Vanessa shrugged. "Maybe she overslept," she offered.
"Overslept? Overslept! For the Grandenberg account? She'd better be dead if she misses this show!" She left.
Vanessa smiled to herself and sat back in a chair in her dressing room and picked up the remote control. Well, it wasn't really her dressing room, but the sudden and suspiciously convenient appearance of several rather large rats had persuaded the rest of Madam Dubois' models to use the main dressing room exclusively. Despite their warnings, Vanessa had told them that privacy during preparation had been one of the keys to her success in the industry.
And it was. After all, it wouldn't do to have people inquiring why her hairdresser and makeup artist, Gertrude, had dragged an air tank into the dressing room. She pressed 'play'.
The image that came on screen was that of a distinguished, older gentleman in an expensive suit standing outside an extravagant hotel. "Hello, my name is Nicholas Grandenberg, owner of Grandenberg's Hotels, Resorts, and Casinos. Many years ago, when I was planning my first hotel, an architect told me 'Putting up a building that high just isn't possible!' Do you know what I said? 'You're fired.'"
The scene shifted to the same man in a flashy, glittery, neon-filled scene outside a Vegas casino. "An accountant once said to me 'Do you really expect to fill a casino this size?' Do you know what I said? You're fired.'"
The scene shifted to a fantasy-like poolside scene at a tropical paradise with beautiful tanned people swimming, lounging, and sipping from drinks with little umbrellas in them. "One of my marketing execs once told me 'Six is enough. Another swimming pool won't bring in any more business.' Do you know what I said? You're fired.'"
Back at the hotel. "I've spent my life creating fantastic places where people can have fun and relax, never cutting corners, never compromising..." The commercial went on a bit more, but Vanessa had already reviewed enough tapes on Nicholas Grandenberg to know exactly what kind of man he was.
Grandenberg, Inc. was looking for woman to use in their next advertising campaign. Mr. Grandenberg was big on doing his own commercials, and when he did use models or spokespersons, he handpicked them himself. And he was very particular. This was why this show was so very important. Apparently Grandenberg avoided using modeling agencies, but had been persuaded this time to allow several organizations the opportunity to present their models to him. So all of the top models from the Dubois Agency had been called in to model swimsuits in a private showing for Mr. Grandenberg and his marketing people. Nobody was being paid for this show, but it was a million dollar contract for the girl who got picked and the Agency got a cut, so Madame Dubois had taken personal interest in this one. Money matters aside, the exposure alone would be incredible: The First Modeling Agency Good Enough for the Great Billionaire Nicholas Grandenberg.
And Vanessa had planned on being the First Model Good Enough. She was strikingly beautiful, with deep blue eyes, high delicate cheekbones, and jet black hair. Her lean, slender form was very popular with most of their European customers, but Nicholas was a Texan by birth, and Texans like a little meat on their bones. But Vanessa wasn't known as "The Chameleon" for nothing.
Vanessa had a secret. Quite a few in fact. There was a rather reclusive man living out West who, in exchange for a share of her earnings and the occasional sexual favor, kept her supplied with what she needed to keep her competitive edge. You might call him a wizard, of sorts. At any rate, he provided Vanessa with various potions, creams, and other such things that allowed her to make dramatic alterations to her appearance. By studying potential client's past presentations, she could determine their preferences and change herself into whatever she thought they wanted. Her dramatic transformations had amazed those who worked with her, and until recently had made her Madame Dubois' top model.
She reached into her purse and pulled out a small bottle. Her supplier had assured her that the fluid inside would make her body elastic in all the right places. She would need a more voluptuous figure in order to get Grandenberg's attention. She had to be curvaceous, but not extremely so; if she was reading Nicholas Grandenberg right, then he loved his buildings above all else. His model had to be attractive, but too big a bust would distract the audience from his beautiful creations, which would probably upset him greatly.
The music started outside, meaning the show had begun. No worries, there were quite a few models, and Vanessa was second to last in the show. She would have been third to last, and Madame Dubois probably still thought she was. Donna, the Dubois Agency's newest top model who had been scheduled as a grand finale, was the only one who stood a chance of beating out Vanessa for this assignment. But Vanessa had arranged it so that airhead couldn't possibly make it to the show today. She was almost ready, hair and makeup done, red bikini on. It hung a little loose on her right now, but she wanted to save the final touch for the last moment to ensure that she surprised everyone and held on to her reputation as The Chameleon. She was just about to uncork the bottle when Getrude flew in.
"Donna's here!" she gasped.
"She's what?!"
And just then, Donna rushed into the dressing room. "Make room folks, I don't have much ti-- Where is everybody?" Miraculously, she looked ready to hit the runway, already made up, with her long blonde hair combed out straight and lustrous. And Vanessa just knew that, under that overcoat, she was probably wearing the silver one-piece that would win her the approval of Grandenberg, Inc.
Vanessa quickly stood in front of the air tank, pulling a towel to cover it behind her. "There were rats in here. You should probably go to the other dressing ro--"
"Nah, back on the farm I saw vermin that'd make your hair go white. A couple o' rats won't bother me, besides, I don't have time. But thanks for lookin' out for me."
It took every ounce of Vanessa's self control to keep from showing her rage. Not only would she not be able to keep Donna out of the show, but she wouldn't be able to use her potion until she left. And since Donna was the last model...Damn that little bitch!
Donna had joined the agency only six months ago, but had already established herself. She was an innocent, naive farmer's daughter from the midwest, but she had a natural look that was perfect in every way. Golden blonde hair, large blue eyes set in a face that was never touched by a blemish. Measuring 36C-24-36 and almost six feet tall, this farm girl had quickly surpassed Vanessa. She'd tried to sabotage Donna's career on many occasions, but luck seemed to follow that girl around wherever she went. And dumb as she was, she still thought Vanessa was one of her best friends in the business.
"You wouldn't believe the time I had gettin here," Donna went on, oblivious. "First, all three elevators were busted so I had to walk down twenty-three floors.." She took off her overcoat, revealing her sleek, shimmering swimsuit and started primping herself. "Then, when I get downstairs, my car won't start. The pay phone in the lobby's broken, so I have to go all the way back upstairs to call a cab. Wouldn't ya know it, my phone's dead too! And I'm all messed up and sweaty from all that running, and I figure I'll never make it here in time to get all dolled up. I was ready cry, cause I was gonna miss the most important show of my life, right? So I go across the hall to borrow their phone, and you won't believe it, but little old Mrs. Binkley used to run a salon! As soon as I told her my story, she got a plan together, said she could get me all done up herself. I showered and changed over there, and Mrs. Binkley called a cab for me. I told her I couldn't go down all those stairs without ruinin my look. Lucky for me, her hubby's one of the maintenance men, so she got him to work on one of the elevators real quick. By the time she was all done with me, Mr. Binkley had an elevator going and I got downstairs just in time to catch my cab. They haven't called for me yet, have they?"
"Of course not, you're the last model in the show," Vanessa grumbled. She couldn't change while Donna was there, but even that wouldn't matter in the least unless she could keep Donna from making it into the show.
"Oh great! What's that air tank for? We got balloons here?"
Vanessa cringed. Then, noticing the silver fabric of Donna's swimsuit, she got an idea. "Hold on a sec, Donna dear." She went over to Gertrude and whispered, "Leave and come back in about ten minutes to call me out. Pretend it's real urgent." She turned back to Donna, her best smile plastered on. "I'm so glad you made it, Donna! The tank is for something very special. It's why I took the dressing room all to myself, I wanted to keep it a secret. But since we're both the best models around here, I guess I can let you in on it. Do you believe in magic, Donna?"
"Sure, I guess."
Vanessa took out the bottle and explained its effects. "You see, I have it on good authority that Mr. Grandenberg likes his women -- how shall I put it -- well endowed. The bigger, the better, if you know what I mean. The problem is, none of Madame Dubois' models is busty enough to please a man of Mr. Grandenberg's tastes. And since this contract would mean so much to the Agency, and Madame Dubois so very much had her heart set on it, I was willing to try any means necessary to get it for her. I was counting on you showing up, but with you not around I figured I was only possible choice."
"I still don't get it. What about the tank?"
"That's how the magic works. Once I drink it the potion, I still have to fill myself up somehow. And so..." She gestured to the tank. "And now that both Madame Dubois' most sought-after models are here, we can both do it! Grandenberg is sure to like one of us!"
"Do you really think this'll work?"
"Of course it will! You've seen me perform miracles almost as spectacular than this, haven't you?"
Donna nodded in agreement, remembering the Paris show. "But isn't this kinda like cheating?"
Vanessa put her arm around Donna's shoulders. "Donna dear, I'm not doing this for me. If I was, would I be sharing it with you? I get plenty of assignments, I don't need this one, and I really don't care who gets it as long as its one of us. It's just that all the girls would benefit so much if one of us got this contract. The Dubois Agency would get so much publicity, we'd all have more work than we could handle. And Madame Dubois would be so happy. Remember it was her that made you the model you are today. I know it seems a bit underhanded, but wouldn't you do this one little thing, just once, not for yourself but for Madame Dubois?"
Donna bit her lip and thought for a moment. "Ok, I'll do it for her." She hugged Vanessa. "I'm so glad to have a friend like you. How does this work?"
"I'll go first to show you. I just need you to run the tank. First you drink from this..." She took a gulp of the thick, bitter mixture. "Wait about a minute..." She could feel the tingling as the effect spread through her body. "Then it's time to get pumped up!" She took the hose from the tank and inserted it into her navel. What she didn't mention was that nozzle on the hose had been specially made for this purpose. "Turn on the air. Carefully."
"Okaay," Donna said, still a bit wary. She turned the knob on the tank, and the hose stirred a bit as air rushed through it, hissing softly. Vanessa felt the nozzle lodge into place as the air flowed into her. Donna's jaw dropped as she saw Vanessa's hips and bust begin to slowly expand. "Holy cow, it's working!"
"Yes," Vanessa said, grinning. Her thighs fleshed out nicely as her hips widened while her stomach and waist were completely unaffected, just as she had been promised. Her modest B cup bosom swelled, becoming fuller and fuller, taking up the slack in her bikini top and beginning to bulge out of it as her breasts approached the size of large grapefruit. Suddenly she started waving her hands frantically. "Stop! Turn it off!" Donna did, and Vanessa's shoulders sagged as her face fell in disappointment.
Donna did. "What's wrong?"
"I didn't plan well enough," she sighed. "This bikini won't stretch, so if I get any bigger I won't be able to wear it. But I'm still not anywhere near big enough to impress Mr. Grandenberg. And it's the only suit I have!" Her head snapped up as she eyed Donna's suit. "I bet that swimsuit can stretch a lot. You could get huge! Maybe even big enough to win over Grandenberg for us! You still want to try it, right? You're our only hope!"
"Sure. Gimme a drink of that stuff." She took a big gulp from the bottle and made a face. "Tastes pretty yucky. Oooh, it tingles, though!"
"That means it's working." She waited a bit. "Ready?"
She shifted nervously. "Ready."
Vanessa slipped the hose in through the back of the swimsuit and inserted the nozzle deep into Donna's navel. Then she turned on the gas.
Donna let out a little squeal as the nozzle wedged itself into her belly button. "This feels weird!" Vanessa had remembered that the suit Donna was modeling was designed to be extremely form fitting, but to get the effect the designer had to make it out of a very elastic material. Just like Vanessa, her hips, thighs and breasts were filling out with air, but Donna had a lot more to work with. The suit easily stretched and held to every curve as her legs and buttocks plumped up, gaining bulk. Her breasts inflated as well going from her C cups swelling up and out, until the front of her suit was pulled skin tight across a bosom that had surpassed double D. "Look Vanessa, I'm even bigger than you now!" Donna marveled at her new body.
"That's nothing new," she mumbled to herself. "How much more can that suit stretch?" Vanessa asked. Not that she really cared.
Donna hooked her thumbs under the shoulder straps and pulled up experimentally. "Oh, this thing's amazing, we got plenty of--"
"Good, we need to hurry this up."
Vanessa turned the knob some more and the hissing grew louder. Donna's swelling increased in speed. Soon her breasts were approaching the size of twin basketballs, her thighs had nearly doubled in size, and her butt had puffed up so much the back of her swimsuit was riding up like a thong. "You think this is big enough for him?" Donna asked, sounding a bit concerned.
Vanessa looked her inflating companion over appraisingly and had to suppress a chuckle. "Oh, you're doing just fine, almost as big as his first wife."
Donna raised her eyebrows. "Almost?"
"Right about there now. Yeah, rumor has it he left her for his mistress. She had even bigger tits. Come to think of it, I think he dumped her after a while, too." A little smirk leaked out of her. She was making this stuff up as she went along!
"Ok, we'll go just a little bit bigger then."
Getrude called from outside. "Vanessa, I need you right now!"
"Coming, Gertrude." Donna had turned at the sound of the voice, and Vanessa took the opportunity to wedge a nail file under the knob on the air tank. She jerked down abruptly, breaking off the tip. "I'll be right back, Donna, don't go anywhere." Little did the poor girl know that the nozzle was designed to stay in place as long as there was air flowing through it. Vanessa laughed softy when she was clear of the dressing room.
"Hurry," Donna called, more than a little concerned now as she felt the pressure begin to build inside her. The suit was holding up remarkably, but she wasn't sure how much more she could take. Her breasts were huge now, bulging out the low cut front of the suit. The pressure of the air inside them had caused her nipples to harden and swell up to several times their normal size. The two plump, prominent bulges stood out from her breasts and poked at the taut cloth of her swimsuit, which was now riding up quite uncomfortably between her enormous buttocks. As the shoulder straps began to dig into her skin, she glanced towards the door looking for Vanessa.
Outside she heard the music and Madame Dubois at the microphone announcing the next model. "Presenting the ravishing Raquelle!" Inside she just heard the ominous hissing of the tank.
She looked down at her burgeoning, ever-deepening cleavage and decided enough was enough. She'd lost sight of her own nipples beyond the broad horizon of her breasts, her cleavage was only about an inch from her chin, and though she was standing normally, her thighs pressed tightly against each other. "Darn it, big-titted mistress or not, this had better be big enough for old Mr. Grandenberg." She reached for the knob and twisted. It didn't budge. "Uh oh." She tried to pull the hose out, but that too was stuck. "Vanessa!" she called. No response. "Vanessa where are you? I need some help back here!"
In the mirror she could see she her body was rapidly becoming an exaggerated parody of a voluptuous female form. The amazing thing was that she as still quite well formed, just enormous. Her calves had swelled just slightly leading up to massive thighs and unbelievably wide hips. Her body then narrowed phenomenally to less than a quarter that width to what, on her present form, seemed to be an impossibly thin waistline. But her slender torso only continued a few inches before being hidden behind two humongous, distended orbs that were straining the silver fabric like overinflated beach balls until it was near the breaking point. And she was still growing, the pressure still building. Donna struggled desperately with the hose and the air tank trying to free herself. "Vanessa, help me!" No response, only the loud music in thebackground, the soft hissing of the rushing air, and then the tight pinging was stitches began give along the sides of the suit. She started to panic as she felt her firm, tight bosom brush against her chin. "Anybody, help me! I'm gonna pop!" Suddenly, the hissing stopped and the hose fell out. The tank was out of air.
Donna sighed with relief. "Vanessa must know how to fix this," she said to herself. "Where did she go?" Donna walked towards to doorway, only to realize with dismay that her bust and hips were far too wide for her to pass. She turned sideways and attempted to squeeze through. It was a tight fit, and she had to press her bosom down with all her might, but she managed to get about halfway through. With her boobs pressed down by the doorway, they bulged up alarmingly and came dangerously close to smothering her. Just then she heard Madam Dubois on the microphone: "And now gentlemen, I present to you one of the Agency's top modeling women, the lovely Vanessa!" One more model, then it was Donna's turn! Though she was afraid she might pop her breasts if she put any more force on them, she put forth one final, colossal push, and with a soft cork-like pop she was out of the dressing room. Jiggling quite a bit as she walked, she hurried to get behind the stage.
Vanessa reveled in the soft gasps she heard from the men as she entered. Scantily clad in her brightly colored bikini, her new knockout figure drew looks of lusting admiration from the dozen men in seated in the audience. Nicholas Grandenberg was there, cigar and all, and he was smiling with a pleasantly dazed look on his face. His marketing executives seemed to concur. As Vanessa strutted out on the runway, she saw a man next to Mr. Grandenberg whisper to him. It looked like he said, "I think we've found our girl." She smiled her million dollar smile and after a few minutes of strutting and posing returned to the backstage area as Madame Dubois announced the next model.
Donna was there to greet her, looking relieved. "Thank God I found you! The hose got stuck, and I got way overinflated."
Vanessa couldn't contain her laughter this time. Standing before her was a pumped up, comically overendowed version of the Donna she was accustomed to seeing. "I'm surprised you got out of the dressing room!" Actually, Vanessa had planned on her being to big to get out.
"So am I, it was a really tight squeeze. You know how to get the air out, right?"
There was a very quick and simple way to deflate, but Vanessa wasn't about to reveal it. "I'm sorry Donna. The magic is very powerful--"
"You mean I'm stuck like this forever?"
"No, of course not. After a few months, the potion's effects will fade and you'll gradually return back to normal, just like I will."
Tears began welling up in her eyes. "I can't model looking like this. I can't go out there!"
Vanessa smiled evilly. "No, you can't."
Donna blinked her tears away and shook her head in amazement. "You planned this, didn't you? You never wanted me to be able to model for Mr. Grandenberg!"
"Oooh, you're a smart one, Donna!"
Outside they heard: "And now for our grand finale, I present to you the Dubois Modeling Agency's most elite model, a bright new face in the fashion world. Gentlemen, I present to you the delightful Donna!"
Vanessa giggled. "Go ahead Donna, they're playing your song."
Donna stomped her foot, sending jiggling tremors throughout her titanic curves. "Momma always taught me that screwin' up is better than givin' up. I'm goin' out there!"
Vanessa's jaw dropped as Donna pulled back the curtain and strutted out onto the runway. The reaction was immediate. Gasps of appalled amazement as this ballooned blonde figure, this hyper-voluptuous phenomenon jiggled and bounced her way down the runway. The audience found themselves gawking at her enormous proportions, her incredibly tiny waist, and almost a yard of cleavage that was bursting out the front of a swimsuit that looked as though it might explode off of her at any moment.
Madame Dubois was aghast. "Donna! What happened to you?"
"What is this?" "This is your most elite model?"
"Who is this freak?" Everyone in the audience was responding quite vocally except for Mr. Grandenberg. His chief marketing executive spoke up.
"Madame Dubois, you promised us one of the world's finest models, and you show us this blimp girl?"
"Please sirs, I apologize--"
"She's your greatest model you say, but we can't use her for an ad campaign!" He turned to Mr. Grandenberg. "Look at her, Nick, she's belongs in some twisted porno! There's no way we can consider her, she's just too -- too big!"
Nicholas Grandenberg slowly stood, taking a leisurely puff from his cigar. The whole time he never took his eyes of Donna. "Winston," he said.
"Yes?" the man responded.
"You're fired."
"I don't fucking believe it!" Vanessa screamed, throwing the crumpled magazine to the floor. Donna was the centerpiece of the Grandenberg ad campaign, posing as a Las Vegas showgirl at the casinos, in skimpy, custom made swimsuits at the resorts, dressed in lingerie lying seductively on a hotel bed. They used ad lines like "Grandenberg, where we do everything to excess," "Where there's no such thing as too much of a good thing," "Where nobody does bigger better," and so on. Donna had told them that her 'condition' would fade away, so they shot all the ads and all the commercials in three months. And according to Mr. Grandenberg, they'd probably be playing them for years...
Donna's settled in to life as the Grandenberg Girl, but there are still those begrudge her success and would seek to exact revenge.
"Donna! Over here!"
Donna turned in the direction of the voice to see a little blonde girl calling and waving. She smiled and waved back. Nowadays most people recognized her from TV and knew her name. Being Grandenberg, Inc.'s lead spokesmodel meant getting a lot of exposure, and not just on television. Being the Grandenberg Girl was a full-time job. Mainly it was making appearances at various casinos and hotels for publicity. Right now she was on such an assignment. Grandenberg's Casino, Las Vegas. She'd spent the past few hours greeting people, signing autographs, and suffering the occasional grope. Her encounter with Vanessa and that air tank four months ago had left her with a ridiculously buxom figure which seemed to invite such attention. Over time, she'd slowly shrunk down to a more manageable size; she still had to have clothes custom made, but at least she could fit through doorways now. But Donna had found that a twenty-four inch waist with a fifty-four inch bustline still drew a whole lot of attention. The outfit she had to wear didn't help matters much. Her "uniform" consisted of a halter top and tights, all made from blue spandex. Grandenberg's giant gold 'G' emblem was emblazoned on her chest. That, combined with the matching gold boots and cape gave her something of a superhero look. Even though any man who tried for a grope would often get his nose broken by one of Donna's bodyguards, some men still seemed to think it was worth it.
That's why she liked the park so much. The carnival was a place where parents could drop off their kids and let them run amok while the grownups went gambling. The games here were targeted for the very young, so Donna could walk around and mingle with the children without having to endure leering gazes and wandering hands. It was one of the few places she ever went without Vince, Chuck, and Biff, her ever-present bodyguards. Their combined half- ton of muscle wasn't required to fend off six-year olds. Plus, it was after sunset, so there were actually very few children around, and even most of the staff was off.
"Donna!" The little girl came trotting over.
Donna knelt down and gave her a big, smothering hug. "Hello there! What's your name, little girl?"
"I'm Jessica! Follow me!" She took Donna's hand and started tugging.
"What for?" she asked.
"It's a game! Come on!" Jessica kept on tugging with that single-minded sense of purpose that only a child can truly muster. Donna just shrugged her shoulders and let the little girl lead her along between the colorfully lit booths and tents.
Davy followed from a distance, quietly. He was wondering what his little sister was up to, and why she was dragging Donna around. She'd been so excited before, he'd only gathered that a clown had promised her a special present. Davy thought, well maybe I can get a present, too.
Eventually, they came to a huge circus tent that would have looked like it wasn't in use except for a sign posted outside: BALLOONS. Unbeknownst to them, Davy had followed them all the way, and shortly after they went inside, he went around back and sneaked in, hiding in the shadows. Inside, they found a clown, busily filling brightly colored balloons from a tube attached to an enormous helium tank. Nicholas Grandenberg tended to go over the top in everything he did, and even his clowns fit the bill. She was wearing the customary smiling face paint, bulbous red nose, technicolor wig, and giant floppy shoes. Her clothes were equally garish: baggy pants with gold and red stripes held up by a thick black belt with a huge golden 'G' for a buckle. Her billowy, gold and red polka-dotted shirt had the words "Grandenberg Casino" written across it. She smiled at the approaching pair. "Well, hello there!" she called out merrily.
"Hello," Donna responded. She'd always loved clowns as a child, and the sight of this one in her comic costume brought a smile to her face.
"Hya Missus Clown!" Jessica shouted, smiling. "Can I have a balloon now?"
"Why of course you can, little girl."
"Remember you said I could have an extra special balloon if I could bring Donna over here, remember?" Jessica chimed gleefully.
The clown smiled. "Why, yes! Let me see if I can find a balloon nice enough for a nice little girl like you." She started rummaging through her bag of balloons. "Hmm, let's see...oh, I think I found a really nice one!"
Donna leaned over to peek into the bag. "Let's see it."
The clown smiled an extra big smile, picked up the hose attached to the helium tank, and quickly poked the end into Donna's exposed navel. "It's right here!" Donna's eyes grew wide with shock as the clown turned on the gas, her comical smile melting into a devilish grin.
"What're you doin'!" she shouted as she felt a slow pressure building up inside her already inflated curves. She tried to pull the hose out, only to find that it was stuck. With a dramatic flourish, the clown pulled off her wig to reveal her flowing black hair.
"Surprise!" The voice was different now, and very familiar.
"Vanessa!" Donna gasped. Already her bust was filling up and out, her full breasts bulging up in her neckline. The blue fabric stretched tight across her expanding body, her plump nipples pushed out by force of the helium filling her. Her buttocks, though lagging slightly behind her bosom, were experiencing the same fate.
"In the flesh!" Evil giggle. "Y'know, ever since you snagged the Grandenberg contract, I've been trying to figure out where I went wrong with my little plot."
"Stop! Please!" Donna had already blown up to her original size, and quickly surpassed it. She tried to waddle her way to the helium tank, but in her awkward state it was easy for Vanessa to push her away.
"Oh no you don't!" Vanessa laughed as Donna fell back and landed on her plushly cushioned butt, bouncing a few inches into the air. "You see, I didn't go wrong overinflating you, even though that did seem to backfire. I had the right idea, I just didn't make you big enough!"
Donna continued to swell up, her taut bosom straining against her halter top, her fattening thighs testing the limits of her tights. The laces on her boots began to snap as her calves grew too big to be contained. "Please Vanessa, ya gotta stop this!"
"What's that? You want more? Okay Donna, if you insist..." Vanessa turned up the pressure, and Donna blew up even faster. "Last time, the air tank wasn't big enough. This time, I made sure I had more than enough gas to blow up a dozen Donnas if I wanted to."
Donna was trying to get back to her feet, and failing miserably. Her legs were so swollen, she could no longer bend her knees. Bigger and bigger she grew, and amazingly her clothing refused to give. Donna panicked when she started to slowly lift off of the ground.
"Help me! I'm floatin' away!"
"Aww, we can't have that, now can we?" Vanessa chuckled. She grabbed Donna's ankle as she drifted by and tied a piece of twine around it. She handed the end of it to Jessica. "There you go, little girl. A very special balloon, just like I promised!"
"Thanks, Missus Clown," Jessica said, delighted at her huge new blue and white balloon. "Davy's gonna be sooooo jealous when I show him this!"
"Vanessa! Turn it off, please!" Donna pleaded from above.
"Oh, I guess I should do that, shouldn't I?" Vanessa turned the valve, and the hissing stopped. The hose fell from Donna's belly button.
"Please, ya gotta get me down from here!" Donna shouted. Vanessa could no longer see her face, since her breasts had bulged up to obscure it. Nearly perfectly round and over four feet across each, they had stretched her halter, bulging out above below and to the sides. On her severely overinflated torso, it looked more like a string bikini.
Vanessa walked around Donna's ridiculously inflated form to admire her handiwork. Her ass was nearly as big as her bust, leading down to huge thighs as big around as barrels, calves whose growth had completely demolished her boots, and ending in comically dainty feet, which appeared unaffected by the inflation. "My, my, my, it looks like you won't be doing any more commercials for Grandenberg. But the Michelin Man had better watch out!"
Donna took slow, deep breaths to calm herself. The first time she'd gotten blown up, at least she'd stayed somewhere near a reasonable size. But how would she explain this to Mr. Grandenberg? And even if she did tell him the truth, and even if he believe her, her modeling career was over until she could find a way to deflate. And even all that wouldn't matter one bit if Jessica lost her grip on that string... At least she was under the tent for now, safe from being seen and from floating away. She struggled a bit, causing her body to sway slightly in the air. She pressed her hands into huge breasts to try to squeeze the gas out somehow, knowing full well that it wouldn't work. She'd tried many times before to deflate herself, with no success, and Vanessa had said that there was nothing she could do but wait. She sighed. And even if she could force the helium out by squeezing, she was far too big to get a reach around to her sides, and there was so much pressure in her, her boobs didn't give a bit she pressed her hands against them."Okay, Vanessa. Joke's over, you've had your fun, now ya gotta get me down from here, okay?" Her enormous tits were gently tugging her skyward, blocking the view of anything in front of her, so Donna had to twist around and peek over her shoulder to look down at Vanessa.
Vanessa shook her head, chuckling. "Actually, I don't think I've 'gotta' get you down. I think you look quite fetching up there. Oh, don't worry though. You'll shrink back down to normal, slowly. Heck, you may even be back on the ground sometime next year!" More laughter. "Don't take her away yet, Jessica." Vanessa put on an especially evil grin, rubbing her hands together.. "I've got one more thing to show her, the crowning touch on my meticulously conceived scheme, before she gets paraded around like the pneumatic freak she is."
Jessica's face went blank. "Huh?"
"I need to borrow your balloon for a few minutes. Here, take this lollipop and wait outside, I'll bring her out when I'm done." Jessica joyfully took the candy and trotted out of the tent. Vanessa tied Donna to one of the tent poles, then walked back over to the helium tanks and picked up the hose.
"What now? Ain't ya done with me yet?"
"You? Oh yes, I think I'm quite done with you. Unless, of course, you'd like to be even bigger?" Donna blanched. "Didn't think so. However, I do think it would be fun to try out a more voluptuous figure for a while." She untucked her shirt and stuck the end of the hose into her own navel.
Then, once again, she turned on the gas.
Donna stared, perplexed. "What, you're gonna join me up here?"
Vanessa grinned as she felt her slim figure filling out. The clown suit was quite loose, so it didn't show yet. "No, Donna dear. I don't plan on getting anywhere near that big." She pulled of her fake nose and started to wipe her makeup off with a rag she pulled from her pocket. All the while, her body slowly swelled. Her pants were too baggy to show off her legs, but her hips started to form obvious bulges in the fabric. Her chest pushed outwards, gradually pulling the wrinkles in her shirt taut, but being untucked caused it hang straight down from the shelf created by her bosom, making her look slightly chunky. Now Donna was really confused. It almost looked as if Vanessa wasn't paying attention to how big she was getting. Voluptuous was one thing, but having breasts the size of large cantaloupes would keep her out of mainstream modeling and limit her job prospects to working in the pornography industry.
Having finished cleaning up her face, she untied her oversized shoes and kicked them off. They didn't go up very far, but they weren't comfortable to begin with and would become less so as her calves added more girth. Plus, bending over that far would be more difficult in a short while. She loosened her belt some, too. The potion caused some gas to go places other than those desired. It was only a little bit, and the visual effect was more than counteracted by the generous proportions of her bust and hips, but it still required that a few adjustments be made.
"The whole clown thing gets pretty old after a while, don't you think? Personally, I'd rather go into line of work that pays a little better." Suddenly, Vanessa's face lit up into what was an obviously contrived flash of revelation. "I have an idea!" She reached for the tank and turned the knob. She gasped as the gas surged into her at an increased rate. Within moments her tits completely filled out her shirt. Below, her thighs were now snugly wrapped in gold and red cloth, while her hips and buttocks stretched her pants out tight, nearly bursting the seams. Voluptuous, no, she was ludicrously curvaceous now. She had to turn to the side to reach the tank again, unable to reach in front of her ballooning mammaries. Her hips were so broad, she was just barely able to reach the knob to turn the gas down. Down but not completely off. Any bigger, and she'd have to lean to the side to reach it again.
Vanessa turned with a flourish to face Donna, sending quivers through her glorious new endowments. "What do you think, Donna? Won't I look just wonderful as the new Grandenberg Girl? Rumor has it ol' Nicholas will be looking for a replacement very soon. I figure I'll have to go just a little bit bigger than you were to impress him, but it'll work out in the end." She closed her eyes and ran her hands along the sides of her full, firm breasts, smiling all the while. Donna's were inflated to the point of being almost spherical, but hers still drooped just a bit. Slightly oblong, they stuck out in front of her like twin blimps. Her nipples were too far away for her to confirm how big they'd swollen up, but she could feel them pressing hard against the strained cloth. "Lovely, aren't they? They say bigger is better, but I think there is a limit. And you, Donna dear, have passed it!" She threw her head back and laughed.
Donna was shocked nearly to tears, and was speechless for a moment. "I'm the Grandenberg Girl, and everybody knows it! You can't do this!" she screamed.
Vanessa just laughed. She walked towards her, dragging the hose along with her. She wanted Donna to have a close up look at the finishing touches. "Don't you understand Donna?" She glanced down at the widening gaps between her buttons. "I already have. You may have had the guts to show yourself in front of Grandenberg when I blew you up before, but now you can't even walk. And you're so huge, you could never be a model for anything. Heck, they'd turn you to the cameras, and all they'd be able to see would be the biggest pair of tits and legs on the planet. Face it, Donna. I've won, and you've lost! Your luck has just run out!" Vanessa started laughing again, but stopped when she saw Donna smirking.
"Funny, I was jus' about to say the same about you."
Vanessa furrowed her brow and stared at Donna quizzically. Then she heard a voice behind her. "I wanna balloon too!" the child screamed plaintively. Vanessa turned herself about (a process which took significantly longer with her significantly fuller thighs) and was about to tell the little twerp to find another fucking clown to get his damn balloon, but stopped dead before speaking a word.
She saw a little boy with dirty blonde hair. He looked to be about nine years old.
He was standing next to the helium tank.
With his little hands on the pressure valve.
Vanessa's mouth twitched, not quite sure whether to turn to an expression of panic or rage. Realizing that the fact that the gas was still flowing meant that she was still inflating, albeit slowly, and that she hose was stuck until she could turn it off. And although the tank wasn't more than six feet away, she couldn't move quickly enough to stop the boy if he decided to crank it up. She quickly regained composure. "Ok, little boy. I've got lots of balloons in my bag over there--" She started to take a step towards him, but stopped when he tightened his grip on the pressure valve's control knob.
"I wannna special balloon! A big one! Like Jessica's!" He pointed to Donna, still tethered to the pole.
Donna giggled. "Go ahead, Vanessa. Get the boy balloon. Or heck, he could just turn that knob and make one outta you..."
"Shut up!" she screamed at Donna. Hearing the stitches straining in the back of her pants, and looking down on the bulges of flesh that were peeking out between her buttons, she realized she was quickly running out of time. She switched back to her sweetness voice. "Come on, just step away from the tank. You wouldn't want to hurt a clown, would you?"
"You're not a real clown! I saw you take off your hair! And your feet aren't big and floppy! And your nose isn't really red!"
She was losing patience. "Listen kid, clowns aren't real. They're just people dressed up in makeup and funny clothes."
Little Davy's face flushed red as it twisted into childish rage. "Liar!" he shrieked, as turned on the knob with all his might.
"NO!" Vanessa shrieked. Too late, of course. Her body ballooned outward, filling her clothes and then some. Gaining buoyancy, the her lightening body lifted her up to her tiptoes, but that clown suit was surprisingly sturdy and refused to tear. The gas continued to flow, building pressure inside her and causing her massive tits to bulge out of every available gap they pushed out into the spaces between the buttons, and two large bulges started to peek out the bottom of her shirt. "TURN THAT DAMN THING OFF BEFORE I EXPLODE!" she screamed.
Vanessa was normally quite well schooled in the art of tact and manipulation. But in her panic, she failed to consider what effect such an outburst would have on such a child. It was not the desired effect. For while all Vanessa saw was that she was in a very precarious situation, all little Davy saw was a dangerously distended woman standing in front of him. And all he heard was a straining sound not unlike an overinflated balloon, an angry voice, and the ominous word "explode." He panicked. He screamed. He ran.
"No! Don't go away!" Vanessa called, belatedly realizing she'd made a grave error for the second time in as many minutes. Frantically she tried to think up a plan of action. She couldn't walk, her legs were too pumped up. Even as baggy as her pants were, she'd filled them til they looked like tapering, overstuffed sausages.
Then, having put up a valiant effort, the Grandenberg Clown Costume finally gave out. It started with a single button, the middle one, popping off and flying away. The rest fired off like machine gun shots, just as Vanessa's ass burst out of the back of her pants, her thighs splitting the cloth down the sides. To Donna, who viewing this spectacle from behind, could only watch as Vanessa exploded out of her clothing. Free from all restraints, with the helium still flowing on high, her rate of inflation ran rampant, unhindered except for the belt which looked like it was pinching Vanessa's expanding waistline painfully tight. She began to lift up off of the ground.
"Donna! Please, you've got to help me! We've got to find a way to turn off the gas!"
Donna laughed, "Actually, I don't think I've gotta help you. Y'know, the last time I was in a situation like this, I just had ta wait til the tank was empty."
Vanessa had to lift her head up as her gigantic tits pushed up into her face. She had far surpassed Donna in size, and was still growing steadily. "You don't understand. There's enough helium in that tank to fill up this whole damn tent! I'll burst!" She could feel her skin growing tighter and tighter.
Donna rolled her eyes. "Ok, I'll see what I can do." She turned her back to the pole and grabbed a hold of it. With great difficulty (her oversized butt made things quite cumbersome), she managed to inch her way down until her feet touched the ground. But she nearly lost her grip when Vanessa started screaming again.
"What's happening to me?!" She felt her chest pushing forward beneath her voluminous bust, as if she were taking a deep breath. A very deep breath; her torso was beginning to fill up with gas. It build up in her gut as well, surging forth as her belt snapped. The man who had sold her the potion had warned her that overinflation would cause "unpredictable" results. Perhaps this was what he meant. "Donna! Hurry!"
Donna was stunned into inaction for a moment as she watched Vanessa's slender back and waist swell outward, her once ridiculously exaggerated hourglass figure becoming more and more globular. Then her arms swelled up, rapidly catching up with her legs. Her thighs and upper arms now merged smoothly into the enormous balloon that her body was becoming. Her breasts, once two enormous masses in their own right, were now merely hemispherical bulges on a much larger globe. "Whoa," Donna gasped. Getting back to the task at hand, she pushed off from the pole, reaching out sideways to grab hold of the helium tank before she floated back upwards.
"Hurry! I'm think I'm gonna burst!" Vanessa had been blown up so huge, if it weren't for her protruding head, hands, and feet, she might easily be mistaken for a flesh-colored weather balloon. That, and the fact that she was almost twice as large and taut as a drum.
"Hold yer darn horses, I'm workin' as fast as I can!" Slowly, she managed to turn the knob. Without the flow of gas to hold it in place, the nozzle fell from Vanessa's navel. And without the hose to hold onto her, Vanessa drifted up to the ceiling of the tent. But she'd been blown up so big at this point, it was only a few feet before her blimped backside hit the top.
She let out a sigh of relief. But it quickly faded. How the hell am I going to get down from here? "Ok Donna, I'll make a deal with you. I'll tell you how to deflate yourself, if you promise to deflate me next."
But Donna would have none of it. "Y'know Vanessa, I'm really gettin' tired of you always tryin' to mess me up! I think I'll jus' leave you up there for a while to teach you a lesson."
Vanessa just grinned mischievously. "Hope you have strong hands, because as soon as you lose your grip on that tank, you'll be right up here with me."
"You think I'm so dumb, don't ya? Well you're wrong!" To make her point, she carefully unscrewed the hose from the tank. With the other end disconnected, she stuck the nozzle into her belly button. She lost her grip and began to float upward, but she didn't care. All she cared about was the hissing sound of the helium rushing out of her through the hose.
Vanessa was dumbstruck. Donna quickly deflated, her pneumatic voluptuousness dissolving away as her body returned to earth. In less than a minute, she was back to the slender figure she had months ago. Her clothes, designed for a much fuller figure, were practically falling off of her. Though greatly relieved, she was a little sad. She was no longer the Grandenberg Girl.
"Come on, Donna, don't leave me like this! I'm sure we can work something out!"
But Donna was distracted by the voice she heard calling her in the distance. It was Mr. Grandenberg! "Uh oh, how'm I gonna explain this?", she said to herself, looking at her deflated form. She was none the worse for wear, no sagging or stretch marks, but there was no way she could continue her modeling for Grandenberg. Unless...
Realizing she had little time, she reconnected the hose, took a deep breath, and turned the gas on high. Her slim physique quickly ballooned up into her million-dollar curves, filling out her spandex, then straining it. By the time she turned off the pressure, her hips were nearly three feet across, and were still overwhelmed by her enormous bust. She glanced down and saw her bulging cleavage was barely an inch from her chin. She was even bigger than she was when she started this career, and loving it.
Donna was coiling up the hose as Nicholas Grandenberg entered with her three bodyguards. "Donna, where have you been? Some guy just hit the jackpot, and we need you pose with him for a pictu-- My goodness!" he gasped, eyeing the way she was nearly bursting out of costume that had fit so well earlier that day. "You look incredible! I thought you were going to be slimming down."
"Oh, I think I might be stickin' around as the Grandenberg Girl for a bit longer," she said. "Hold onto this," she said to Vince, handing him the hose.
"Well, great! We can have your contract extended, we can renegotiate salaries with Madame Dubois, and--" He finally noticed the human balloon who was taking up so much space in the tent. "What the hell?"
"Oh don't mind her," Donna giggled. "That's Vanessa. She's one o' your clowns, and she was just havin' a little fun with the helium tank."
"Oh." It was so bizarre, he wasn't even sure he wanted to inquire. "Ok, Donna, you just get back to the casino lounge. Vince, Chuck, Biff, you go with her and make sure she doesn't get harassed. And you-- Vanessa was it?" he called, looking up at her.
"Yes, Mr. Grandenberg," she squeaked.
"You're fired." He walked out of the tent, leaving Vanessa all alone...
“Here,” the returning detective grunted, tossing the towel across the table.
“Thanks,” Vanessa replied softly. Her handcuffs were attached to the table; reaching the towel was rather awkward and using it even more so. But she was genuinely grateful for his consideration. At least she could wipe her face, even if her clothes and hair were still soaked.
“Ugh.” She shuddered, not wanting to think about it. She’d finally triumphed over Donna, but her victory was as messy as it was spectacular. She was so desperate for a shower that going to prison to get one wasn’t at all unappealing.
And in prison she’d probably be safer from the mob that had gathered in front of the police station. Donna’s legions of fans were out for blood. They’d made it abundantly clear that, given the opportunity, they would make their vengeance painful, brutal, and excruciatingly slow.
In retrospect, that selfie had been a really bad idea.
Vanessa had taken a picture of herself flashing a dazzling smile to the camera while posing cheek to swollen cheek with a frighteningly overinflated Donna. Her face was so puffed up as to be unrecognizable, her skin pulled taut and flushing pink from the pressure she was straining to contain. But for anyone who knew her there was no mistaking Donna’s big beautiful blue eyes. In stark contrast to Vanessa’s elated expression, which betrayed no alarm at the peril of cozying up to a living bomb, Donna’s tearful, wide-eyed look of terror made it clear that she knew all too well how dangerously close she was to bursting.
Vanessa had used Donna’s phone to take the picture, so she was able to post it to the GrandenbergGirlDonna profile along with a message:
Say goodbye to the Grandenberg Girl! #MoreLikeHindenburgGirl #amirite #OhTheHumanity #CoverYourEars #BlondesDontHaveMoreFun #SorryNotSorry
That picture went out to over three million followers. When Vanessa last checked, Donna’s newsfeed was host to a torrent of rage. News of Vanessa’s arrest spread quickly and it didn’t take long for protesters to start showing up at the police station. Among them was a group of fans who had arrived with truck full of hydrogen tanks and a flare gun.
Definitely not her best idea.
Detective Crowe turned on the video camera. “We’re recording. We can wait for your attorney to get here, if you’d like.”
Vanessa groaned. “The first thing Bennett’s going to do is tell me to keep my mouth shut. I’m not going to, so waiting for him is a waste of time.”
“You’re sure you want to proceed without the benefit of counsel?”
“I’m sure. We both know how this goes. Regardless of whether I talk, I’m going to spend the rest of my life in prison. If I’m lucky.” A faint smile crept onto her lips. “But that doesn’t matter. It’s over. The one thing I have left to do is to make sure that the story is told.”
“Your story? That’s all you care about?”
“The story is all I ever cared about.”
Crowe opened the folder in front of him.
“Belladonna Matthews,” he said slowly.
“Pardon me?”
“Her name — ” After twenty-seven years working for the LVPD, he thought he’d seen it all. But what Vanessa had done to that poor woman left him at a loss for words. There were dry, sterile, legal terms for Vanessa’s crimes, but they all seemed terribly inadequate. “That was her real name. I thought you might want to know.”
“Bullshit. You’re trying to humanize her, hoping to inspire feelings of guilt. But you and I and everyone else knew her as Donna, the Grandenberg Girl. And she was more a blow-up doll than she was a person.”
“But she was a person that you desperately wanted to be. That is why you were obsessed with her, isn’t it?” Crowe asked.
That stung. The flash of anger lingered on Vanessa’s face for a mere moment, but the detective caught it.
“She was a balloon. All balloons eventually shrivel away or burst.” Vanessa shrugged. “I just made the decision for for her.”
“We both know she was far more than that. The crowd outside is proof enough. Donna wasn’t just a person, she was an icon, beloved by millions.”
“Look at all the good it did her. In the end I won and she lost. So go ahead and throw a parade in honor of your icon. Hell, they should make today an official holiday. Every year on March thirty-first they can can dim the lights on the strip to honor Donna’s abrupt and unscheduled retirement. You can call it Donna’s Day. I’ll call it Vanessa’s Victory Day.”
“April first,” Crowe said.
“Pardon me?”
“Today is April first, not March thirty-first.”
“No, that can’t be right. Are you sure?” Despair swept over Vanessa’s face, her voice barely a whimper.
“Yep,” he replied tapping the face of his phone.
“No!” Vanessa screamed, abruptly flying into a rage. “You have got to be shitting me! No, no, no!”
“What’s wrong, Vanessa?”
“What’s wrong? Everything! Everything is wrong! Every! Fucking! Thing!” She jumped to her feet, but quickly met the limits of her restraints. Pulled off balance, she fell back down.
“Whoah there, calm down.”
“Take these cuffs off me,” she said. “You have to let me go.”
“Sit down, Vanessa. That is not going to happen.”
An officer entered the interview room.
“Take those cuffs off her,” he said. “We have to let her go.”
“Wait, what?” Crowe sputtered. “On whose orders?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” he replied. “You’ll wanna see this for yourself.”
A tall, blonde, and impossibly curvaceous woman stood waiting for Vanessa as Crowe led her from interview room. She was accompanied by three mountainous men in suits.
“Jiminy Christmas, you’re a mess!” Donna exclaimed. One of the mountains stepped forward and draped a blanket around Vanessa’s shoulders.
“Revenge is a messy business,” Vanessa grumbled, glaring at her nemesis.
“Well, as usual, your business is a bust.”
“So you’re here to mock me?”
“No, I’m here to bring you to Madame Dubois. She’d like to have a few words with you. Okay, and maybe to mock you a little bit.”
“Great. This day just keeps getting better.” Donna’s guards led her out behind the station where a limousine was waiting for them. “At least I didn’t get blown up this time.”
“Day’s not over yet,” Donna said cheerfully.