If someone tickles you, oh sure, you might like it, but then you start to feel odd.
You feel bloated somehow, how odd.
But it will be odd when you see your breasts getting bigger, swelling like there's no tomorrow.
Then your stomach swells along with your arms looking like overstuffed sauages and fattened
legs.
You think your under a spell with turns out it is.
The man is a warlock, getting to use his powers for his fetish of seeing you blow up.
You now look like a blow-up doll too blown up.
And now you are floating and he's still tickling you.
You look like a parade balloon being set free.
You're getting too big for the room.
Your sides touch the walls, your stomach touches the ceiling, he tickles you and you swell bigger
and bigger and bigger. Then finally. . .
BOOM!
You thought you exploded, but you bursted through the room and now your in the sky.
He climbs on top of you and he says " Your my blimp now."
You can't talk now because your cheeks look like your storing beachballs and your lips are the
size of bananas, your fingers are the size of plumped hot dogs, he's done his job well.
You float up higher in the sky and he uses his magic to steer you like you were a blimp, which
you are now. You are now a blimp.