Contains: Brothers, inflation, water bloat.
Korra came running into the gym, tears streaming down her face, “Mako! Mako where are you?!”
“Korra? What’s wrong?”
“I-I can’t do it anymore. I can’t face Amon, he’s going to take my bending away! I don’t want to be the avatar anymore knowing that he’s stalking me wherever I go.” Korra wrapped her arms around Mako, holding him tightly, not wanting to be left alone.
“Shh, it’s okay Korra,” Mako tenderly wrapped his arms around her and held her close. “He’s not here. You’re safe.”
Pressing her face into his chest, “No, as long as he’s out there, I will never be safe.” She clutched at the back of Mako’s shirt, “I don’t want to be the avatar anymore. Not if it means living like this. In constant fear.”
“But you are the avatar, and I know that you’ll beat him, Korra. You have to.” Mako placed his hand on her cheek and wiped away a tear with his thumb. “This’ll all end when you beat him.”
“But I can’t fight him. He, he gets in my head, and I can still hear his voice.”
Mako sighed, not knowing what else he could say to comfort her. “You can’t just stop being the avatar, Korra.”
Korra’s eyes went wide, “Wait! Maybe I can.”
“What are you talking about?” He held her at arm’s length, looking into her eyes, he wasn’t sure if she was being serious.
“Look, if avatar Aang could take bending away, maybe I could give my bending to someone.”
“Korra, you can’t do that! And who would you even give it to?”
“Yes I can! I’ll give it to you!”
“Me?!”
“Yeah, why not? You’re smart, strong, and you’re kind. You have a good heart, Mako. You should be the avatar.” Korra reached forward, placing one hand on Mako’s forehead, and the other on his heart.
“Wait, Kor-!” Mako’s head pushed backward, lighting sparking in his eyes. He could feel the rush of power. He felt heavy, like the weight of the world was literally being put on him. And then it stopped.
The young firebender heard muffled footsteps. Mako propped himself on his elbow, he reached up and rubbed his head which was still throbbing. “Ugh, my head.” He thought he heard someone shouting his name, but everything sounded muffled, like he was underwater.
A hand was placed on Mako’s back, the other on his knee. He looked up to see the face of his younger brother, Bolin. “Bo?”
“Mako! Mako, what happened? All the electricity just went crazy.”
“Where’s Korra?”
“Korra? I don’t know, she’s probably on Air Temple Island. What happened to you?”
Mako stared into his palm, a small ball of wind forming, twisting itself around his fingers and in his palm. ”I-I’m the new avatar.”
Bolin’s jaw dropped as he saw the air in his brother’s hand. “You?! What? What’d I miss?!”
“It’s not important. I’ll tell you later. But for now, I want to try some of this stuff out.” Pushing himself up with some air, Mako got to his feet.
“Uh, okay? Well, let’s see what you can do!” Bolin pumped the air with his fist.
Mako crouched into a fighting stance, took a deep breath, and his training as the avatar began.
Hours later, Bolin was sitting propped up against the wall, panting as sweat runs down his cheek, “Mako, how are you not tired?”
Mako kicked his heel into the ground throwing some clay discs into the air; he blew one into each other destroying them both, he slice another in half with water, and exploded the last with a ball of fire, “This is amazing! I’ve got tons of energy to burn!”
“Yeah, well you can do your avatar thing. I’m worn out.” Bolin stood up and walked over to the water container; he picked up the hose and turned the valve.
“Bo, that’s my bending water.”
“So? I’m thirsty.” He held up the stream of water to his lips and started to sip.
“Fine, but you asked for it.” Mako raised his arms, and the water in the hose matched his movements. It slithered out of Bolin’s hand, and then shot up directly into his mouth.
“Hey Mak-!” Bolin’s eyes went wide as the hose forced itself into his mouth, he could only muffle in protest and tug on the hose, but the new avatar’s bending was stronger that the earthbender’s muscles. His cheeks bulged, but it didn’t take long before he was forced to swallow the water being forced through the hose.
Mako kept pushing, forcing the water to enter his brother at a faster rate, and soon enough, Bolin’s abdomen started to distend. Showing a significant swelling, Bolin placed his hands on his inflating middle.
The younger brother looked totally bloated like he does after a feast when the fire ferrets win a match. But Mako felt that it was still too small for his little bro with the big ego. The paunch was inflating rapidly, and as big as it was getting, it never sagged, remaining perfectly round and taut as his shirt started to ride up, showing the underside of his expanding gut.
“What, Bo? I thought you were thirsty.”
Bolin fell to his knees; the gallons of water forced into his beach ball belly were getting too heavy. His placed one hand on his belly, feeling it swell under his fingers, while with the other he was making motions trying to signal Mako to stop.
But the container was only half empty, and Bolin’s belly had only just started touching the floor. He reached up, tugging on the hose with all his might. It was pointless, Mako, the all-powerful avatar was going to make sure that his brother’s thirst was quenched.
Bolin’s shirt started to creak; it was being pulled tight across his belly, and wouldn’t last much longer. Small tears on the sides of his shirt started to appear and then, the water stopped. The hose fell out of Bolin’s mouth, and he panted heavily, rubbing his belly, and moaning. A loud rumbling and gurgling sound could be heard from deep in his gut. “I just gotta, -UUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP!”
Mako smirked as his brother let out the longest belch he had ever heard, “Look at that, you’re an air bender too.” Mako walked over to his brother and helped him stand. Bolin just groaned as he had to stand, the water sloshing around in his globe gut. “I think you could enter the heavyweight competition now.”
“Hardy har har, Mako.”
“You did always talk about getting bigger.” Mako patted his brother’s belly, and started with a gentle rub.
Bolin chuckled; he could never stay mad at his brother. And it was true that he always talking about bettering bigger, even if this wasn’t what he had in mind. “I can still get bigger, bro.” Bolin flexed his bicep for his brother.
“You will be, Bo.” Still rubbing his brother’s belly, Mako started to use a little firebending to make his hand warm as he rubbed his brother’s gut.
Bolin didn’t notice because of Mako’s warm touch, but the water in his belly was starting to heat up and expand. Already his belly started showing signs of expansion again. The water evaporating and expanding into gas inside the boy.
“But goddam, Mako, did you really have to force that much in me? I’m seriously bloated. Still feels like I’m filling up.” Bolin pat his gut while Mako just chuckled.
“You’re just crazy, Bolin.” Mako heated up his hand a little more, a soft hissing coming from Bolin’s ballgut as the water turned to gas.
“Uh, no, bro, I swear I’m still inflating.” Bolin grabbed his gut, feeling the sides push his hands away. “I’m still blowing up!”
Mako stood in front of his brother, placing both hands on the giant belly, now heating up the water twice as fast. “I don’t feel anything. I think it’s all in your head, Bolin.”
The tears got bigger on the sides of Bolin’s shirt. The seams starting to spilt showing the skin underneath. “Come on! How can you not feel it? My clothes are ripping right off me, my- my-!” Bolin now realized that it wasn’t just his belly expanding. His arms and thighs had now joined in, stretching out his clothes even more as his ass inflated filling out his pants. “Mako, I’m blowing up!”
Mako was now kneeling in front of his brother kissing his inflating belly while still rubbing it. Bolin’s arms started to lift up to his sides, his legs spreading apart as his torso started to catch up to his belly. Seams popped all over Bolin as his arms and legs stuck out of his rounding body like fat inflated cones.
Now that the cat was out of the bag, Mako snapped his fingers, a small flame appearing at his fingertips which he held under Bolin. The boy now inflating at a steady noticeable rate that was only increasing as more water was evaporating inside him. Bolin’s body became spherical as the last of his clothes ripped off his body. “Mako! Mako, you gotta stop! There’s too much pressure I’m gonna explode!”
But Mako was too busy, hypnotized by the site of his brother growing bigger, inflating into a giant balloon. The helpless earthbender just waved his hands, and yelled for his brother’s help, but his hands were getting harder to wave as his limbs became part of his giant orb of a body. Bigger than any sumo wrestler, Bolin still weighed less than a sumo. In fact, he weighed less than he normally did, because his feet lifted off the floor, “Mako, please stop! Too much pressure! Mako!”
Mako was having fun, his brother was now a giant ball, his toy, and he was going to make sure that his ball was the biggest in the world. Mako let loose with his fire, creating a flamethrower under Bolin. “Stop! I- I’m gonna-!”
KABOOOOO----------
“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!” Mako sat bolt upright in bed. A cold sweat dripping down his body, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He clutched his heart in his hand, trying to calm himself.
“Mako?”
Mako look to his right, and standing there was Bolin, normal body Bolin. None of it happened. It was a dream. A sick twisted, totally amazing dream.
“Bo? Is something wrong?” Still panting, he looked up at his brother.
“I couldn’t sleep. I was gonna sleep with you. You’re always warm.”
“Uh,” Mako wiped the sweat from his face, “uh, sure.” He lifted the covers and Bolin climbed in.
“So what were you dreaming about?”
“Nothing, it was nothing.” Mako’s eyes shifted away from Bolin, he couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes.
“Doesn’t seem like it was nothing. “
Mako sighed and folded his arms behind his head. “Hey, Bo, ever thought about getting bigger?”