I sat staring at the small, unlabeled, green glass vial in front of me. I remembered the old man's words from the shop. "Ah, you look like you need to have this. No charge." He had said, and presented me with the vial. When I asked him what it was he said: "Air Potion. Very powerful, only take one sip at time." When I asked him what it did he simply smiled at me. I asked him a few more questions and he wouldn't say anything. When I tried to look around the shop some more, he ushered me out, almost rudely; saying I had all I needed.
The reason I was at that shop in the first place, was for revenge. It's a bit of a long story. See, back in high school I weighed two hundred and fifty lbs. I was a big girl, and I knew it. But it never really bothered me. But this group of girls; they weren't even cheerleaders, or the "popular kids" or anything stereotypical like that; they harassed me unmercifully. It got so bad that I actually had to lose weight just to avoid them. And so now I've gotten down to the svelte one-thirty lbs I'm at now. But the worst part was, I actually rather liked being big. It hit me more after I had lost the weight than when I had it. And it left me so unspeakably angry. So imagine my surprise when in college, I bumped into the leader of their little pack, Lindsay. And more than that, she didn't recognize me! True, when I'd finished high school, I'd still been just under two hundred, and I had long brown hair. Now I was much slimmer, I had cut my hair and bleached it; and I wore a lot more makeup. In high school I'd worn fairly generic clothing, now I wore hip-huggers and tight shirts for the bands I liked. I'd finally come out of my shell, but at the cost of the figure I had loved so much.
But it worked for the best, because with her not recognizing me, I was able to become her friend. It was almost physically painful. Listening to her vapid, brainless talk, her high-pitched voice; doing all the stupid, pointless things she liked to do. I swear to God I actually became a little dumber while hanging out with her. But it was worth it, because now, I had her trust; and all that was left was the vengeance. At first I had planned to just get her fat, or shave her head; or maybe even beat the shit out of her and leave her in an alley someplace. It depended on my mood.
But then I saw that little Chinese shop; and now I had the air potion. I had invited her over for dinner, she would be there any minute. I sat at the table, all the food laid out and still steaming, looking delicious. I couldn't wait until I'd finished with Lindsay; then I could eat food like that all the time, as much as I wanted. Become my real self again. But that would have to wait. I unscrewed the top of the vial and sniffed it, no detectable smell. I thought about the warning to only take one sip at a time, and angled the bottle in such a way that I could only get one, tiny drop out of it. I put it on my lips. Then swallowed. I couldn't detect any taste, but it was such a minuscule amount it was hard to tell. And then it hit me. A wave of ecstasy, coming and going with equal suddenness. It was so unexpected and powerful that I couldn't help but moan. I looked at the air potion, is that what it did? And then I noticed its other effect, I looked down and noticed my stomach pooched out slightly. It was almost imperceptible, but I had poured myself into such a tight skirt that it was easy to tell my stomach now stuck out above it unnaturally.
Oh, this was perfect. I felt a little remorse giving her such wondrous ecstasy, but the idea of blowing that little bitch up like a balloon was better than even I could've imagined. It was so perfect. I mean, I wasn't entirely sure what the stuff would do, I figured maybe it would give her a bad case of gas at the most. But this was even better. I poured half of the vial into her half-filled glass of white wine. The air potion itself was clear, and the white wine wasn't much more opaque, with the mixture it was impossible to tell her glass from my glass of genuine white wine. I took a look at hers, and then put the glass to my lips, I closed my lips tightly and tilted it back until I felt the liquid against them. Then I put the glass back down and licked my lips. Sure enough, the taste was imperceptible. It tasted exactly like white wine. Then I couldn't help but smile in anticipation as the ecstasy hit me. I moaned a little louder this time, and then when it was over I looked down to see a noticeable pooch in my stomach.
By now it was obvious something was wrong with me, so I went and changed into something more concealing as quickly as I could. I had to admit it was hard to keep my eyes and hands off my stomach, it was sensitive to the touch, and it was so nice having a little potbelly again. I couldn't wait until I could get big and fat again. Or better yet, I'd test the air potion on Lindsay; see how much did what, see how much was safe to drink; and then once I knew the boundaries, I could just blow myself up. The thought had me biting my lip.
It was torture waiting for Lindsay to arrive. When she finally did I let her inside. She was all bubbly and dim-witted, blonde pigtails and blue eyes, tanned skin on a waifish figure, wrapped in a pink skirt and a wife-beater. I put up with her idiotic chatter and tried to keep up with her small talk, but in reality I could barely hear anything she said. I was so eager for her to sit down and drink I couldn't even think straight. When she finally had her purse set down and mentioned she was ready to eat, I almost shouted with joy. We sat down, and I was so eager I was practically shaking when she picked up her glass. I picked up mine and toasted her, and after we had both taken a sip, I set my glass down and started laughing.
"What's so funny?" Lindsay asked in her squeaky, grating voice.
"You never did recognize me, did you?" I asked her.
"Recognize you?" Lindsay asked, then her eyes went wide and she moaned. "What the?" She asked breathily as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, her hands going to her stomach. "I feel..." she said, trailing off. I leaned back as well and sipped my wine, taking occasional bites of my delicious meal as I watched her. And then, the good part: she began to inflate.
It started with her stomach, pushing her wife beater up and straining the button on her skirt. "Oh God," she said, opening her eyes and leaning forward to see her swelling paunch. "What did you do to me?" she asked.
"I'm blowing you up, airhead." I told her.
"But why?" She asked, then leaned back moaning again as euphoria overtook her. I sneered a little, I had to admit making her feel so good was not a good strategy for vengeance. The swelling was spreading now. Her entire torso was puffing out like a sausage plumping up. Her practically nonexistent breasts inflated and rounded out, finally giving her cleavage sticking out the top of her wife-beater. She opened her eyes a little and I took the opportunity to speak. I couldn't help feeling a bit like a Bond villain. It was deliciously evil.
"You never did recognize fat little Mona Franklin did you?" I said.
Lindsay's eyes shot open. "What?!" she asked.
"That's right, it's me, Mona." I savored every word, like a fine wine. "I lost a lot of weight, dyed my hair, changed my style."
Her body was stretching her wife beater now, the seams creaking as she fattened out. Her hips began to widen in her chair, even her upper arms were looking plumper. I stood up and slowly walked over to her.
"You tortured me relentlessly in high school. Just because I was big. Well," I said, and put a hand on her bloated stomach. It gave a little at my touch, pressing in like a balloon and causing her face and breasts to swell a little with the displaced air. "Now you're the one who's big."
She leaned back and moaned again, ending it with a slight whimper. "Big." she repeated softly.
"That's right, you bloated bitch." I said. "I can't believe I spent so long hanging out with you and listening to all the stupid things you had to say. Doing all the childish things you liked to do. But now it's all worth it." Her thighs were fattening now, pressing together and widening towards the edge of her chair. The button on her skirt popped open, allowing her swollen belly to surge foward with a 'fwoomp' sound. And then she stopped. I took a second to survey the human balloon sitting in my dining room chair and smiled. She was almost as big as I was at my fattest. "Open your eyes." I told her, "open your eyes and look at how big I've made you." I said. She obeyed and leaned her head forward to look at herself. Her eyes had a dreamy look in them.
"What do you think?" I asked, revelling in my victory.
"Thank you." she said.
My jaw dropped and my eyes widened. "What did you say?" I asked her.
She turned her head to look up at me. "Thank you." she repeated. "I finally feel... right." she said slowly, as if she was trying very carefully to choose her words, but having trouble. "I'm sorry about high school," she continued, "but this feels so good." She closed her eyes and leaned her head back again. She rubbed her hands along her stomach again and whimpered. "I'm a balloon." She said and pressed her hands into her stomach. The sensation caused her to make some quiet sounds deep in her throat, then she opened her eyes and looked up at me again. "Thank you for making me a balloon." she said softly.
The whole time I had been standing there slack-jawed and stunned. Then anger overtook me. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. That bitch. I reached over and grabbed her glass. "So you like being a balloon?" I asked her. She moaned and nodded slightly. "Well then let's see just how big we can make you." I said, "You always called me a blimp in high school, now I think it's time you knew what it was like. Open. Wide." I said. She complied silently, seeming almost eager; which only enraged me further. "I'm going to make you a big, fat blimp. I'm going to make you so fucking big everyone's gonna see big fat Lindsay floating around town." I began to pour the rest of her glass down her throat. "I'm going to make you huge." I told her, and she cried out in ecstasy as her body began to swell even larger.