"I'm sorry Mr. Kringle, but there's absolutely no way he'll be able to fly in this condition! That is, unless you want him to not see another Christmas after this one..."
An elf wearing a festive green doctor's coat spoke solemnly, looking up at a familiar, white bearded man. The elderly man shook his head in dismay, turning around and adjusting the green tie that complimented his red business suit.
"Damnit. It's been thousands of years since I've had to cancel Christmas! Without Rudolph to guide my sleigh...it's simply too dangerous to fly tonight...I don't envy the parents that have to deal with their children tomorrow morning..."
Santa Claus nearly cursed under his breath as he turned to leave the infirmary where his prized red-nosed reindeer was being attended to by his full staff of medical personnel. The clicking of high-heels rapidly approaching down the hall brought jolly old Saint Nick to a stop, and the figure of a female elf wearing a coat not unlike the other 'doctors' blocked the doorway. She proceeded to adjust the spectacles on her face, and cleared her throat as she approached Santa.
"We won't HAVE to cancel Christmas Mr Kringle. My research team has been working night and day to come up with a solution once we were informed that Rudolph had fallen ill...we may just have one that can salvage the holiday!"
The woman spoke as she straightened her lab coat, revealing a top that exposed more than a fair amount of cleavage. Santa Claus' eyes lit up as the woman fixed her long black hair and made herself look more presentable after her jog.
"What is it? What's the idea Lucille? We're all out of options...if you come through for me, I'll give you a raise...and all the vacation you could want!"
The old man asked excitedly as Lucille smiled and proceeded to speak once more.
"You might recall an incident several decades ago where one of our female shop-elves lost control of the welding hose she was attempting to reattach to the torch...."
The sexy elf scientist spoke as Saint Nick listened intently, remembering the ordeal all too well. He himself had to fly over the north pole for several hours before he could find the inflated elf. Santa nodded and motioned for Lucille to continue.
"Well, from that incident came our idea. You choose an elf from the shop-workers, and we'll take her to the lab. There, we'll fill her up with a sizable amount of helium, more than enough to make her buoyant."
The elf was cut off by the old man in the red suit, Santa Claus sighing and shaking his head.
"That allows her to fly, but unless you can make her glow, I won't be able to see! In fact, a huge elf might make visibility worse."
Old Saint Nick explained, the other elves in the room sighing as the reality set in that Christmas could still be canceled. Lucille grinned and blushed a little, the brilliant scientist not giving in yet.
"You underestimate me Mr. Kringle...I've thought of that...though the idea I have in mind is...more naughty than nice. We got the kinky elves in the adult toy wing to help us out. They designed a...plug we would shove up the elf's derriere that lights up a brilliant red. Not only does that solve the visibility problem, it also prevents the helium from escaping, making her remain inflated until the night's travels are finished!"
Every elf in the room burst into applause as Lucille finished explaining her ploy, even Santa patting the woman on the back, his face red and not from the cold mind you.
"And I have just the elf in mind...."
Lucille added, hiding a sinister grin behind her clipboard...
Celise's forehead was dripping with sweat as she stood her ground at the end of a toy assembly line. Normally the work was simple, but whenever Christmas rolled around, the hours became unbearable and all rights concerning breaks were cast aside. Besides that, Celise loathed the uniforms they had to wear during the holidays; a skimpy green holiday skirt ensemble that only barely covered her rear and that humiliating green hat.
"HEY! Slow it down up there! A bunch of these things are coming to me limbless!"
Celise screamed up the line, holding a doll's torso with no arms or legs. Her piercing green eyes and disheveled blond hair let her fellow elves know that she was in no mood to be toyed with. A welcomed reprieve came as the intercom kicked on, static hissing fiercely before a female voice came on.
"Celise...report to the medical wing, room #117.....Mr. Kringle would like to see you there immediately."
With that announcement, Celise's eyes lit up as all of the other elf women on the line looked at her, greener than a jealous grinch. Meeting Santa in person was a great honor among the elves, and a rare occurrence on top of that. Celise squealed with glee, jumping off of her seat and with renewed energy, practically skipped toward the medical wing of the North Pole. It didn't take long before she saw the man of legend himself standing in front of an examination room. Santa straightened his tie and smiled, extending his hand as Celise approached.
"Ah! You must be Celise! It's a pleasure to meet you."
Santa Claus shook the ecstatic elf's hand, Celise blushing and fanning her face as if trying to cool off. Mr. Kringle chuckled and pat her on the head as if helping her.
"You're probably wondering why I've asked for you so I'll get straight to the point. I'm here to offer you a promotion. It's got fewer hours-Whoa whoa whoa!"
Santa Claus lunged forward to catch Celise who had nearly fainted once the word 'promotion' was uttered, the combination of meeting Saint Nick himself and that almost too much to bare. The old man steadied the elf on her feet, motioning for his assistant to get her some water.
"Before you answer, the hours are a lot less than you're working now. However, you'll get to travel with me and see the world outside of the North Pole."
The bearded man explained to Celise who was in the process of downing her second glass of water just to keep from toppling over. The elf girl drank the remainder of the liquid and nodded eagerly, nearly hyperventilating.
"Wonderful! There's one little catch. Due to the nature of the position, you'll need a physical. You need to get in the exam room right away, since you start tonight!"
Santa Claus exclaimed and opened the door to the unlit exam room. Celise took a few cautious steps toward the room before Santa gave her a soft push into the room, the door closing behind the girl. The 'Ho Ho Ho' heard from the other side unsettled Celise a little, and the elf squeaked as the lights were switched on, the sound of a high-heel clicking on the floor behind her causing the scantily clad elf to spin around.
"Hello, Celise.
"...Lucille."
There stood Santa's head of research, the two women exchanging bitter-toned greetings before Celise crossed her arms. She figured her former shop-mate was the woman set to give her the physical Santa mentioned. The two had a troublesome history together, culminating in Lucille weaseling her way into a promotion Celise had worked for. The dark haired scientist motioned toward an examination table.
"I'm not gonna lie and say I look forward to exploring your naughty bits...but take off your panties and get on the table, face down. We're on a strict time-line so don't let your panties get hung up on your big butt!"
The scientist mocked, Celise turning red as the anger began to bubble beneath her surface. She reluctantly did as Lucille instructed, sliding her lacy white panties down and kicking them off before laying down on the oddly warm metallic table stomach down. Lucille made a concerted effort to ensure her former colleague heard the unnerving snap as she pulled a pair of latex gloves on. The raven-locked bespectacled elf roamed Celise's body with her hands, only making a brief stop at the examinees' womanhood, much to the blond's relief.
"Everything seems to be in order...but we have one more test we have to run. Santa wants me to have a look up your behind..."
Lucille rubbed her hands together and nearly burst into maniacal laughter as she noticed Celise's buttcheeks tense up at the mere mention of such an exam. As her test subject lay on the table whimpering softly, Lucille wandered over to a closet in the corner of the white-washed exam room, wheeling out a gas-cylinder that was clearly marked 'He' for helium. Carefully unhooking the nozzle, she came up behind Celise and firmly gripped her left asscheek, licking the end of the hose as if lubing it up.
"I'll be gentle...ish."
Lucille casually stated, and with one swift motion, firmly shoved the nozzle up Celise's backside. She then released her hold on the elf's bottom and smiled, licking her lips as Celise squirmed and fidgeted, gripping the sides of the table and squeezing. Lucille placed a hand on the tank's valve. Celise groaned, trying not to squeeze the hose in her posterior, her face concentrating on minimizing the discomfort....discomfort that was about to be amplified. The sound of the valve being turned made Celise look back, her eyes widening in horror as she saw the hose connected to her rump stiffen. A pronounced hissing noise began to fill the room as the shop-elf noticed Lucille grinning with her hand on what appeared to be a gas tank.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!!!???"
Celise exclaimed and took a firm hold of the hose, tugging and pulling but to no avail. Her belly began to feel full as the cool gas rushed into her through her behind. Lucille could fight it back no more, and she burst into cold, mocking laughter for several seconds until she could compose herself.
"You see Celise...Rudolph's come down with the flu, and Christmas was going to be canceled! But in my brilliance...the same brilliance that got me this job instead of you, I came up with a solution! I'm gonna blow you up like a blimp, and you're gonna lead Santa's sleigh in about an hour...and don't bother trying to pull the hose out of your ass! I coated it with a saliva activated adhesive..it'll come out when you're all big and poofy!"
The callous scientist laughed once again as Celise got to her knees. She placed her hands on her belly, feeling her gut swell beneath her very fingertips. She knew it! She knew Lucille was up to not good, but this was entire unexpected. Celise futilely pushed down on her rising stomach, trying to force the gas back out, but the only result was the gas being pushed into other parts of her body before returning to her belly. Each push on her bloating belly caused her breasts to billow out and than back to normal size, Celise growling and seething with anger. Her belly hissed and swelled, growing and growing....reaching and than surpassing the size of a woman's gut at the third trimester mark before a new, more alarming sensation made itself aware to Celise.
"M..my boobs! They're getting bigger! Turn it off Lucille! It's bad enough you STOLE my job, but I'm not a balloon you twit!"
Celise cried out in an angry plea, her breasts beginning to make stretching sounds like two balloons just starting to fill up, each nipple popping out audibly much to Lucille's amusement. The two orbs seemed to rise up against Celise's face as they spilled over the top of her skimpy Christmas outfit. Meanwhile, her belly continued to blow up rapidly as Lucille sadistically twisted the valve to a higher setting.
"Oh my. You're going to have to get MUCH bigger than that! You haven't even started floating yet..."
Lucille commented as she walked over to the examination table, Celise taking an easily avoided swipe at the woman before focusing on the task at hand...trying to pull her outfit back down over her enormous belly. The scientist poked and prodded at Celise's body, giving a playful squeeze partly to test how taut the elf was, and partially to feel what expanding flesh felt like. Celise bit her lip as she kept trying to tug her outfit down, the pressure in her gut reaching unbearable levels. She found it difficult to look down due to her still growing bosom getting in her line of sight, the elf gasping in alarm as she began to lift up from the table. As she rose, her legs straightened out, exposing her now visibly ballooned derriere to Lucille.
"Now you really do have a FAT ASS! Mmmhmhmhm! You're almost done...don't look so down...or up, rather."
Lucille continued to torment the ballooning elf, the inflation showing no signs of slowing as her entire torso region started to become spherical, her belly at least ten feet around, and each breast the size of a small beach ball. Celise could scarcely believe what was being done to her...being inflated like a cheap toy balloon, and under Santa's orders! She had remained silent for the most part, not wanting to give Lucille the not-so-nice earful she so deserved as to not risk goading the woman into making her bigger. Her outfit now served as a very large belt of sorts, covering the upper half of her prodigious belly and not much else. Her arms and legs swelled up slightly, and thankfully retained mobility as she heard the valve turned yet again...and much to her relief, the flow seemed to stop. She had drifted up to the ceiling, Lucille sauntering over triumphantly as she inspected her work.
"Yes....yes, you'll do nicely now. A few more finishing touches and I'll pull that hose out of your behind Celise...though, I'm tempted to leave it in just to see how big you can get...but sadly, you're wanted in the sleigh hanger in ten minutes..."
Lucille commented before walking back over to the closet and procuring a pair of fake antlers, grinning as she pulled the balloon down to eye level, giving her belly a testing squeeze. Holding Celise down with one hand, she deftly fastened the false antlers to the balloon's head, unable to help shivering a little when her eyes met Celise's own, the blimped elf glaring as if her eyes lead to the very depths of hell.
"Oh and let me guess! You're gonna tie a red-light up nose to my face! So help me...when I deflate...."
Celise began to spout high pitched threats of actions so heinous that they dare not be repeated during this holiday season as Lucille reached into her coat's pocket, pulling out a rather large red butt-plug as the balloon continued to swear vengeance against her. Before Celise finished speaking, Lucille casually tugged the hose out of the woman's butt resulting in a satisfying squeal. Without a word, the raven-haired woman shoved the plug up Celise's ass very firmly, giving it a twist and turning on the bright red light within.
"Nyaaaghhh!! What did you just stick up my ass! Lucille, you'll be sorry! Just wait til I get down!"
Lucille pulled Celise down and smiled, walking over to an intercom voice box next to the large door and pressing a button, receiving static.
"Mr. Kringle....she's all ready. I'll have her down to the hangar within a few minutes!"
Lucille spoke, Santa's familiar voice answering.
"Good, good! The other reindeer are prepared. I can leave as soon as she arrives."
He responded, Lucille giving the roger and over and out, and then looking to Celise with a snicker. Celise opened her mouth to protest, but found herself being hastily squeezed through the door and lead down the halls and stairwells to Santa's hangar. Elves scurried around Lucille, most gawking at the sight of such a large balloon coming down the heavily traveled halls, and their jaws all but unhinging and clattering to the floor when they noticed the balloon was in fact an elf. With much effort, Lucille managed to force Celise through the final door, the elf's body groaning and squeaking as she barely made it through.
"Ho Ho Holy shit! She's HUGE!"
Santa Klaus gasped as Celise was carried in by Lucille and immediately taken by the reindeer flightcrew. Celise proceeded to unleash and even fouler flurry of swears and death threats as the elves placed a hastily designed harness on her and secured it before tying two ropes to the back, a healthy amount of stifled giggles heard from the women as they noticed the bright red plug up Celise's 'chimney'.
"What I wouldn't give to see this...have fun Celise!"
The evil elf chuckled and stepped back as Santa motioned her to the side. Magic sparkles began to appear around the sleigh, the reindeer...and 'Blimpy' Celise as they all rose into the air slowly.
"We're running behind schedule, so we're going to have to make haste!"
Santa stated as his crew opened the flight doors, and no sooner had a properly sized opening been made did Santa echo a resounding 'Ho Ho Ho!" and the sleigh took off with speed beyond human comprehension.
Celise cursed as the biting cold of the night air at those altitudes took it's toll on her largely bare body. Santa kept his focus on the light given off by Celise's light-up butt-plug, an amazing amount of visibility granted by the relatively small device.
"Ho ho ho! On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donner and...uh...'Blimpy!"
Santa called from the sleigh several feet behind Celise, the elf's face turning as red as the cork up her bum.
"R-Rudolph gets the flu and THIS is Santa's b-back up plan?! You will r-rue this day, fat man..."
Celise growled to herself, Santa clearing his throat with an annoyed sound.
"Ho ho ho! I heard that! You're going on my naughty list! Now keep that skirt hiked up, Santa needs to be able to see!"
Jolly old Saint Nick yelled out at Celise, the elf gulping and trying to remain dignified as they dipped below the cloud line.
Several hours passed, and Celise found herself enjoying the flight, though mostly due to being able to finally see the outside world, a concept all but foreign to her people due to their servitude to Santa and the North Pole. From the lights of the big cities to the sleeping countrysides, and the old castles of the European countries that reminded Celise of her people's ancient home beyond the veil, the elf was smitten with this strange new world by the nights end.
Morning had just begun to dawn over the North Pole as Santa returned from his rushed job, but despite the unorthodox blimp-guide and the late start, he had brought Christmas to every corner of the world once more. Bringing the sleigh down for a relatively soft landing save for nearly running over the elf landing guide, he hopped from his seat and unleashed the loudest, bellowing laugh yet.
"Ho ho ho! I've still got it! Add another clean run to the record books and get me some eggnog....in fact, send the elves on break and hard eggnog for all!"
Santa announced, the hangar ringing with cheering from every inhabitant save for the silent blimp still attached to the harness. As Santa and his crew left the hangar and the intercom system kicked on yet again to announce the break with benefits, Lucille slinked back into the hangar just as the last excited elf left. Sauntering over to Celise, she began to release the elf from her harness.
"Y-you're...helping me? I thought they'd forgotten about me!"
Celise was astounded as the woman who had visited the bloated punishment on her body seemed to be helping her for a change...a thought that was immediately shot down as Lucille giggled in a very frightening manner.
"Oh, no Celise...I'm just collecting the gift I asked Santa for...to go along with my promotion."
Lucille responded to Celise's assumption with glee as the balloon's facial expression soured, her face becoming red with rage. She flailed her arms and legs as the scientist finally freed her from her harness.
"What do you mean 'gift'!? You better deflate me now...if you do the ass kicking I promised you will only be half as bad!"
Celise screamed in her helium-pitched voice, Lucille shaking her head.
"I don't think so...you're going to make a fine decoration for my new office...I hope you enjoyed your time as a balloon, Celise...because you're going to be one FOREVER!"
Lucille began to cackle maniacally as she carried the protesting elf toward her new, spacious office. Celise refused to believe this was happening...it just couldn't be. The elf screamed and cried out as the sounds faded down the long hallway...
Epilogue
A few months had passed since that fateful Christmas eve, and Lucille was relaxing in her office a few minutes before she would be off the clock. She sipped quietly from a coffee mug as she wrapped up the final amounts of paperwork for the evening and got up, walking over to a familiar face.
"Well, time to go home. I'll see you tomorrow my puffy little decoration! Buh-bye!"
Lucille bid her farewell to Celise by planting a soft kiss on the woman's bloated body before walking out of the door, blowing one more kiss before turning the lights off and locking up.
Celise bobbed there, having resigned herself to her fate...or so Lucille thought. The shop-elf had been inflated further all those months ago, being rendered entirely spherical save for her hands, feet, breasts and head sticking out. Her cheeks were too puffed up to even allow her to speak, and she was tied down to an anchor point in a corner of the office, the other end of the rope tied around the familiar red-plug that still shone brightly in the unlit office.
"I'll find a way to deflate...I swear it...and when I do....Lucille...you're mine! And then...I'll go out into the world outside of this...wintry wasteland..."
Celise thought to herself...her mind slowly piecing together an escape plan, and more importantly....revenge as the balloon closed her eyes to try to catch up on some sleep.