Thought Police

The woman looked at me in complete disgust. She hadn’t taken her eyes off of me since they had brought me into the room and strapped me to the upright bed on the one side of the room. I didn’t put up a fight, knowing it was useless. When they had you, they had you – everyone knew that. I looked across the room, acknowledged the woman’s presence and her despising gaze, then examined the huge monitor opposite me on the other side of the room. I didn’t know exactly what they were going to do with me, but I knew I was in trouble. All of a sudden, the others marched out of the room and I was left alone with the woman.

“Why do you guys always think you can get away with your dirty fantasies?” She spoke in a monotone voice and pronounced each word very deliberately nonetheless. “This is not the early twenty-first century anymore, we do have ways of knowing what you are thinking, what you are dreaming of…” She turned her back to me. “You see, we are actually your friends. We know that you cannot be satisfied with your absurd, perverse fantasies. We know that you wish you were normal like everyone else. What we are going to offer you now is a program especially designed for the likes of you.” She switched on the monitor. “Let’s see what your mind is up to right now…”

I panicked when I realized that she was going to view all my thoughts now. I tried to stay calm and think of nothing, or something harmless at least. Nothing that might break any of the thought-laws. But I could feel the potion they had injected into my veins loosening whatever grip I might have over my thoughts. Desperately, I tried to stop the thought from appearing, but there it was, literally right before my eyes on the monitor opposite me. A woman. Long, dark hair. Full lips. Dressed in a tight latex suit. Big, sexy breasts…. and – dammit, they had me now! – the breasts were inflating. Blowing up bit by bit. Her whole body began to inflate. I wasn’t even trying to fight it now, it was turning me on. The woman was getting inflated forcefully, though it could not be seen by what powers. She seemed worried and suddenly, I could hear a voice saying all the things that were going through my mind: “My breasts are blowing up like balloons! I don’t want to be a balloon-toy!” and other, similar remarks.

The monitor was switched off all of a sudden and the woman turned back to me and seemed extremely angry now. Still, her voice showed no emotions. “You will not have such fantasies anymore! You know that it is against the law to have such fantasies and still you cannot control yourself. What we will do now is cure you. You want to see women being inflated against their will – you will see what it feels like yourself! And then, hopefully, you will desire this no more!”

Having said that, she pressed a few buttons and I started feeling very weak. Then, some rubbery sounds. I realized that my hair was growing rapidly. My lips were feeling strange again – they were becoming slightly puffed up. Then more changes: Full of panic, I realized I was changing sex! I was becoming the woman I had fantasized about just moments before. My clothing morphed into a latex-suit and now I completely resembled the woman of my fantasy. But I knew what was going to happen next:

I suddenly heard the sound of a balloon inflating, but it was coming from inside of me. My newly grown breasts were getting blown up. It was a slightly uncomfortable pressure that originated from their expansion. I felt my female lips move: “What’s happening to me?” The voice was new to me, though not completely: I had heard this voice in my dreams before. I watched my breasts blowing up just like balloons and realized that it was really me that was being blown up like a balloon. “I’m becoming a balloon-girl! I don’t want to be blown-up!” I started to feel extremely humiliated – I didn’t want to look like this. I was a cartoonish freak: I was a typical bimbo-female-caricature with overinflated breasts and a swelling ass.

My whole body was filling with air and the pressure was… no, it wasn’t uncomfortable anymore. I was beginning to enjoy this. I was actually becoming a balloon-girl. This was better than dreaming of women being blown up. I felt the urge to call out all the things I had always dreamed of hearing a girl say: “I’ve got huge balloon-breasts and I’m getting blown up! Now I’m becoming a balloon-girl! I want to be HUGE!!”

All of a sudden, I was back to normal. In an instant, I found myself back in the room I had never left, now male again, still strapped and still being stared at by the woman whose expression had even more disgust in it now. “You enjoyed it. You enjoyed it!” Her voice was uncharacteristically showing emotion now. “We gave you the chance to become normal and to return as an improved human being. The therapy was successful for almost all the others. But for those who refuse to improve and become normal…” She slammed down her fist on a large red button and I passed out.

When I came to again, I found that I could not move. I also had trouble seeing where I was, but I could somehow sense that I was lying in some kind of bag. I noticed a familiar scent: “I must be surrounded by balloons,” I thought to myself. Suddenly, there was motion. I was grabbed – not by a single body part, but rather as a whole, it seemed. I was grabbed by some huge thing I could not identify. What was the thought-police doing to me? I felt myself being pressed onto some device on one part of my body. Suddenly, a noisy sound and a feeling of pressure and expansion. Then the epiphany: “They turned me into a balloon!”

I was ecstatic: I couldn’t believe that this was their punishment. I was being blown up again just like in my fantasies. Oh, I wish I could see the sexy female lips I was sure were inflating me with air. It was as if I was being kissed and blown up into life by some unseen, lovely woman. “Blow me up all you can, but don’t pop me,” I called in joy, “Inflate me, you goddess and play with me all you want – I am your balloon!”

I struggled to see what my beautiful inflating goddess looked like. But there were no sexy lips. There was no human air. I was attached to a simple pump! “A pump?! Not exactly what I had hoped for, but still… at least the inflation felt good and now I’m sure some sexy woman will play with me.”

Suddenly: violent, painful movements. My body was being tortured in a way I cannot accurately describe. My body was being turned in opposite directions in parts, twisted and stretched. This wasn’t the kind of playing that I had longed for. I had dreamed of a woman perhaps carrying me in her mouth a bit, or stuffing me underneath her clothing on top of her breasts, or maybe just playing pregnant. Everything, but not this!

The movements stopped and I felt strange. My new figure was still uncomfortable, but I was getting used to it. By now, I was becoming fully conscious of my environment and I looked on in horror as I was passed on to a little baby in a carriage and heard a voice saying: “Here’s a beautiful balloon-doggie for you!”