The saga of the superheroine Airtankgirl.
I admit it, I am vain. But I think I'm entitled to it. I was one of those gawky girls that got her height way before anything else, which made me popular for basketball and volleyball and pretty much nothing else. Brown hair, greenish-brown eyes behind glasses, braces and a complexion that was a constant battleground. The only dates I got were the ones in my trail mix.
Then I came back from Winter break my freshman year at college. I had discovered hair colour in a bottle, got contacts, lost the braces, won the battle for my face, and the fifteen pounds that a freshman is supposed to gain their first year, well I gained 25. Fortunately on my 5'10, it really went to about the places a girl (and a boy too for that matter) hopes it's going to go.
Yes it's the ugly duckling story, and as a swan I was tall, trim yet curvy, auburn hair and marvelous skin. I was already pretty now, but with a little attention of makeup and fashion, I had become, in a few months, glamorous. No fooling. Why am I telling you this? Mostly so you can build a mental picture, but also so you can tell that while I am vain, I'm not conceited. I've learned how to make myself more attractive and how to stay fit.
Which brings us to the beginning of my story, or origin for you purists. I had long since dropped team sports, and turned to running, yoga and kickboxing to stay in shape. That spring I happened to be out running late one evening through the park trails near campus dressed in my typical college bum uniform, a t-shirt, bell-bottom tights and sneakers. When I wasn't actively trying to be professional or glamorous, I preferred comfy clothes, but I had been a jockette for so long that workout clothes were comfy to me.
So there I am running along, not a care in the world. I was on my way back to the dorms. It was pre-dawn, which was fine with me, it was nice and quiet. I wasn't afraid of getting attacked or anything, because I figured I could outrun any evildoer and those I couldn't, I could beat up. Kickboxing, remember?
My route took me through a patch of fog that I ran through without really even noticing but it was just past the fog that I got a little light-headed. Fortunately, there was a park bench just up the path that I made it to for a little break. I didn't sit down, rather I leaned against the back of it, resting my hands on my hips and taking deep breaths hoping to clear my head. My head soon cleared, but as I stood there breathing, I began to notice something else was a bit odd. At first I thought I was imagining things, then I thought I was just fidgety, but then I pinned down the source of my unease. It was my clothes, my clothes felt too tight. I looked down at myself just as I felt a weird pressure inside me that I couldn't explain and my hands that were still on my hips gently but suddenly moved outwards. I couldn't believe it but I was getting...wider? My hips were spreading out. I could feel my tights drawing tighter across my hips and I could feel them expanding, pressing out against my hands. While I was stunned at this new development of my figure, I felt a funny push behind me off the park bench. Looking behind me I saw no one, but a tightening in my pants across my bottom made me put my hands to my rear and I found that I has expanded there as well! My butt had pumped up a very noticeable several inches and pushed me away from the park bench. My butt was actually large enough now that I could twist and see it.
"Wha...what's happening to me? I'm filling out?" I looked back at my front as I felt my thighs plump up, thickening so much that they touched, and then pressed together. With my body swelling up the way it was I thought I was past any shock. So naturally that was when I started to feel the pressure growing in my belly.
"Ooof" I gasped, running a thumb inside my waistband, which had become a lot more snug that before. I put my hands on my flat tummy, feeling myself expand, the front of my tights bulging as I filled them out with a respectable potbelly. I tried pushing my new belly back in, to flatten it out and I found that my new curves were soft, but insistent. No matter how hard I pressed down, I couldn't return my belly to its former flat shape and when I took my hands away, I puffed right back up again. I had gone from athletically svelte to pear-shaped!
"Oh, I need to get back to my room before I get any bigger" I had just voiced that thought when I felt my sports bra tighten and shift on my body. My breasts were growing! My chest had filled out so much that I felt unnatural, with the mighty prow of my breasts leading my way. I took off at a run for my dorm to at least get under cover. It wasn't easy. My bulging proportions made me slow down some, especially my chest, in addition to becoming a lot bustier I was also a lot bouncier. I had to run with one hand holding my breasts down. As I continued to swell, my run eventually turned into a waddling trot.
The figure that emerged from the dark bushes near my dorm bore only a small resemblance to the young woman who set out for a run. I was now very full figured; my lower legs had swelled up along with my thighs, hips and butt, making my tights quite snug all over me. My belly had continued to swell along with the rest of me, I was so far past my previous 24 inch waist that I couldn't see my feet, my whole midsection had filled up, bulging out between my t-shirt and my tights. I was pretty sure I was bigger than most of the pregnant women I had seen...I certainly felt like I was bigger! My bulging belly was what slowed me down the most, since I stuck out more in front (actually, behind as well) my fattened thighs couldn't rise as much so I couldn't run as well. Not to mention that all my extra surface area made me just really ungainly. Even my sides and arms had started to swell up. My sides now bulged out so I could see from my shadow that my torso was looking rounder, and I couldn't drop my arms at my sides. Or rather I could but both my arms and my sides were so much bigger than before that it looked as if my arms were starting to rise as I grew. Naturally my breasts had also continued to expand. I wasn't sure how big I was, but I felt as if I had two volleyballs stuffed in my shirt. If I held my big breasts in my hands I couldn't close my fingers around them. Luckily the growing bulk of the rest of my body had slowed down my run, I needed both arms to keep me from bouncing.
The small resemblance I had to my former, slimmer self was my face, hands, and feet apparently were not affected at all. Well, a quick dash up the stairs...turned into a show dash up the stairs. Same problem as with running, I was now so fat that my belly was getting in the way of my legs as I climbed the stairs. I made it all the way up when; on the last step...I tripped!
I wasn't exactly graceful at the best of times, but in my current condition, well it wasn't surprising that I tripped. I fell flat on my face, well not actually. In fact I fell flat on my pumped up belly and breasts, they stuck out much farther than my face. When I hit I felt my new curves give under me and I'm pretty sure there was a muffled "buuuum" sound, then I bounced! Two or three times I bounced along the ground, it didn't hurt at all. I tried to keep myself upright with my hands because I didn't want to think of what I would have to do if I fell over on one side or on my back. I wasn't sure I could get up again. When I finally stopped bouncing, a few yards from the steps, I took a quick stock of myself, nothing even bruised or scraped. I struggled with getting my plump legs under me to get my bulging body upright, and then I grabbed the handle of the dorm door and opened it.
After considering the open doorway for a moment, I opened the other half of the double doors. I had become too big to fit through a door easily; I hoped I could fit into my dorm room. I only had to go up one flight of stairs to get to my room, although it was a tight fit squeezing my bloated figure through the single door in the stairwell. I was careful, and didn't rush and managed to avoid any more stumbles, then had another tight squeeze getting out of the stairwell. But finally, with a disturbing "pop" sound I was free of the stairwell and in my hall on my floor. Which, unfortunately for me was brightly lit, even at this hour.
I waddled down the hall as quickly as I could safely, hoping no one would step outside their rooms. Well that much at least went right for me. I made it to my door, keyed it open, took a deep breath, turned sideways, and went in, closing the door behind me. It was still close, my breasts, belly and bottom still brushed the doorframe, but I didn't have to struggle with it. So now I was standing in my dim dorm room, the streetlights outside made for the dim lighting. It was dark enough to sleep in, but it was also bright enough to sorta see people and shapes. I was certain I didn't want any people seeing my shape! I slowly and carefully stepped over to my bed, and my extra-wide hip smacked right into the closet door. I froze, afraid to breathe. I needed to be stealthy, like a ninja! I took another silent step, than another and my belly bumped against one of the desk lamps. I managed to catch it before it fell but it still clattered before I could steady it on the desk.
'Ninjas hah, ninjas weren't this fat!' I thought to myself, putting a hand on my newly rounded belly. I made it to my bed, all I really wanted to do was crawl into nice warm covers, forget about my new shape for a while and figure it out in the morning. I sat down on the bed, bouncing a little on my full round bottom. Sitting as I was, I had to open my plump thighs to allow my full, bulging belly the room to allow me to sit normally. Oh my gosh, I was so fat I was probably twice my normal size, I felt huge! Naturally that's when the light came on, "Amanda?"
Aw hell.
I have a roommate, Lynn. She's a pretty, blonde theatre major; she's a good student, a great roommate and a really nice person. When that light turned on I wished she were dead...no not really...I wished I were dead.
"Manda, what are you doing?" I could hear the sleep still fuzzing her voice, but I could also see her getting more awake the more she looked at me.
"Nothing, go back to bed."
"Amanda, what are you doing?" In the exact same sentence I could hear the tone change from sleepy to alert and suspicious. I couldn't think of a thing to say, I just sat there with my hands resting on my belly watching Lynn watch me. She slowly got out of bed and slowly approached me,
"Amanda, you look...stuffed." she said with a hint of a smile, not sure what the joke was.
"I know, I just don't know why."
Lynn reached out to poke my belly with a finger, "Is all this balloons, pillows, what?" She felt her finger sink into my belly slightly, then she frowned and put her hand against it, "you're warm!"
I nodded, "It isn't pillows or balloons, it's me."
"Can't be, you're huge!"
I was near tears, "Thanks a lot."
She saw the effect her words and my condition were having on me, and she quickly adopted a more sympathetic tone, sitting next to me and putting an arm around my shoulders, though she had to reach a bit farther than she used to. I related my experience to her with only a little sniffling and crying, and when I was done, she was staring at me with a mix of wonder and pity.
"So...you've blown up like a balloon?"
"Uh," I pressed on the side of one of my breasts,
"Yeah I guess, I do sorta feel like a balloon" She pressed down on my round belly, "you feel like one from the outside. How do you feel inside? Are you heavy?"
"Full," We both managed to laugh at that, "but yeah, I do feel really , well, gassy. A lot of pressure, but no actual weight, no." I patted my bulging waistline.
"Well, obvious effects aside, you don't seem to be in any harm or danger."
"Other than bursting you mean?"
"Really?" I considered how I felt and shook my head, "No, not really. I mean I feel tight and full but not as if I were literally going to explode. In fact I fell a little peppy, pretty good I mean."
"Weird."
"Lynn, what am I going to do? You said it yourself, I've blown up like a balloon!"
She looked up at the window seeing the lightening sky,
"First thing is you stay inside. I'll go to your professors and explain you're sick and make sure that you have all your readings or assignments. You can email your work in, and I can bring you meals, that will buy us some time maybe to figure out how to..."
"Deflate me?"
She smiled sadly at me, nodded, and began bustling around for her day. She dressed, made coffee, assembled her class materials into her bag, sent a few emails, brushed her hair and teeth and was out.
With nothing else to do other than listening to the waking sounds of the dorm around me, I kicked off my shoes, and slid beneath the covers. Then I sat up awkwardly, got up and walked over to Lynn's bed and took her pillows, returned to my bed and used the extra pillows to bolster a rest for my head. With my legs, hips, sides and arms all inflated my head hung down uncomfortably. The extra pillows did the trick though. This new figure was going to take some getting used to, though I hoped I wouldn't have to be big long enough to get used to it. I know I somehow managed a nap, because Lynn woke me up when she came back,
"Amanda honey?" I didn't need to open my eyes or explore my body to know that nothing had changed. I could still feel the pressure inside me.
"Do you want to get up? I have some breakfast."
"What time is it?"
"It's only like half past eight, I told all my professors that my roomie was really sick and I needed my assignments also so I could look after her. I have all your class materials on your desk, your profs'll email you with any changes."
"I guess being a good student pays off when you need a little time off if you're feeling a little gassy."
"Glad to see your sense of humor is functional. Um, do you need some help getting up?" I sighed, "Yes, please." Lynn took my hand and braced herself for me to pull myself up...and when I pulled, came flying toward me, and landed on top of me.
"What the...?"
"Geez Manda, I though you were going to throw me through the wall!" I could see she was serious, she wasn't clowning around, I had jerked her right off her feet. Lynn being Lynn however, couldn't remain serious for long though.
"Wow, you're pretty comfy you know that?"
"Great, I'm an air mattress." She kissed me on the cheek. "Well," she said scrambling off of me to get behind me to push me upright, "You're the sexiest air mattress I know." Once I was sitting upright on the edge of my bed again, she unveiled breakfast. A half-dozen chocolate éclairs.
"Umm Lynn, I'm not sure I should be eating pastry," I gestured to my swollen figure.
"Oh come on, we both know we love éclairs, and if you can't eat as many as you want today of all days then life isn't worth living. I mean, you aren't going to the gym anytime soon, you're already fat, might as well." I was starting to cave, "But six?" She looked me square in the eye, "Three for you, three for me."
"Three for you?
"Well I figure if I get a little plump, I'll still look skinny standing next to you," She said with a grin.
That's why friends are friends. Even when you're whole world is askew; they can say the wrong thing and make it the right thing. Three éclairs later, we had slid off the bed and were sitting on the floor, leaning against my bed.
"Have you tried exhaling or blowing really hard?"
"Yep."
"Burping?"
"Yep."
"What about squishing the air out of you?"
"Yep."
Lynn got to her feet and stood over me, pressed her hands against my bloated belly and pushed down with all her might. I felt the pressure displace inside me, but no lessening of pressure. Lynn pushed on me until she was red in the face, but nothing changed. She finally stopped, dropping to her knees facing me, then leaned on the bed, supporting herself with one arm, "Sorry hon," she said and kissed me on the cheek.
Except she missed. Her kiss landed right on my mouth. That in itself was no biggie, I had kissed her before, and better ones than this one, but the effect brought a squeak of surprise from both of us. The pressure inside me was decreasing!
"Lynn! You did it! I'm deflating!" I pressed on my waistline trying to force it out faster.
"Uh...Manda...I feel funny."
I laughed, delighted at my diminishing curves, "Not as funny as I do!"
"I feel...gassy."
I looked over at her. Her frowning face was turned down so she could look at herself and her hands were pressed lightly to her waist. The front of her sweatpants bulged out and the waistband stretched as her belly inflated, filling up her pants. The wrinkles in the sweats pressed themselves out as her body grew inside them.
"Manda...I...I'm blowing up!" She was. It was different to watch it from the outside. Her belly had drawn her sweats tight across the front, and I could see her rising up as her bottom inflated, taking up any slack in the rear of her sweats. She pulled her legs out from her kneeling position beneath her and dropped herself on her inflated butt, bouncing a few times. Her hips and legs spread out, filling up the little room left in her pants, stretching them across her bloated body. She ran her hands over her hips, belly and legs as they swelled up in front of her, then shifted her attention and her hands to her chest. When her breasts started to inflate, they pulled the tank top right out of the waistband of her sweats. She put her hands on her breasts as if to hold herself down or in. As her curves took up more room inside her top, the neckline was pulled down and I could see impressive cleavage developing as her bra failed to stretch to fit her newly top-heavy figure. Then the hissing stopped. We stared at each other for a moment. Then I struggled to my feet. It was easier now that I had deflated, but I had only deflated somewhat, I was still a long way from being slim. I reached down to help Lynn to her feet. She stood up next to me, a little unsteady in her new shape, "Manda, what did you do to me?" she asked, pressing her hands into her new inflated curves.
"I...I don't know, I'm sorry!"
"Ooo, I feel like a blimp!"
"Welcome to my world. I was still having trouble adjusting to me being pumped up, now we're both fat!" Lynn turned to look in the full-length mirror mounted to the bathroom door and pulled me over to her side. We had grown so wide we had to take a few steps back so we could both see ourselves. We both turned around and grabbed our inflated bottoms at the same time.
"Manda, our butts are huge." It was actually the first time I had really been able to look at myself since this all started, and I could see the effects on Lynn's body as well. I felt fat, but we didn't really look fat. I mean we were fat in that we were much larger and rounder than normal, but we didn't look fat like fat is fat. There wasn't a bit of jiggle or sag to our new curves. Lynn bulged all over, she was thicker wider and fatter, but if I didn't know better, looking at Lynn, she just looked like a pretty girl with pillows or balloons stuffed in her clothes. Which explained her question to me when she saw my new figure. And I looked the same way, inflated.
Lynn hefted her belly in her hands, "We're both blimps."
I pressed my hand on her bulging waistline, feeling the warm swell of her belly, feeling the pressure displace beneath my hand then watching her puff back up when I removed my hand, she felt inflated.
"But we can deflate, I'm not as big as I was before you kissed me. I'm-"
"Half the size you were before, which still makes you look really pumped up, and I've got the other half of it in me which makes me look really pumped up." She ran her hands down her plump thighs in her skintight sweatpants, "I'm glad I didn't wear jeans today." I was relieved to see that she was smiling. I was happy I had deflated some, but I felt bad that she had blown up with my excess gas. Lynn seemed to be taking it in stride though; she was usually more unflappable than I was.
We spend the afternoon getting used to our new figures. We weighed ourselves; to our surprise we both weighed in lighter than we remembered being. We measured our new proportions, which out of vanity, I'm going to omit for now. We sorted our clothes into things we couldn't fit into which was most of it, and things we could wear which was a disturbing collection of workout spandex and lycra, swimsuits and sweat pants. Neither of us had a sweatshirt that we could stuff our inflated bustlines into, but there were a number of oversized t-shirts that were snug on our oversized breasts, but satisfied decency.
We tried to figure out how we felt. Naturally both of us were disturbed at our new size, but when you really came down to it, we didn't really feel bad, in fact I honestly couldn't remember feeling better. We also spend a great deal of time just pressing or stroking our new curves, getting used to the new feel and shape of our bodies, but it was also very comforting in a way like nothing else was. It was comforting inside and out, I mean our bulging curves felt good under our hands and our supersized figures enjoyed the physical contact. Our big, pillowy bodies were almost mesmerizing to us. Lynn hit on the first breakthrough though.
"Remember this morning when I tried to help you up and you pulled me across the room?"
"Yes?" I wasn't sure where this was going.
"That was more than me just being off-balance, close your eyes." I complied, one of the rules we had established was total support when trying to figure this out. I heard Lynn rustle at her desk a little, then I felt her place something in my hands. Hard, smoothish, round and cool. A poker chip, I thought.
"Break it in half." I didn't see what this was supposed to accomplish, but I complied, snapping the little plastic disk in half with little effort.
"Open your eyes," she commanded, a hint of awe in her voice. In my hands was two halves of a half dollar. I looked at Lynn, then back to the ruined coin. Then I put the pieces against each other and tore the double thickness in half as well. We both laughed aloud, Lynn tossed a phone book at me, which I tore in half as well. Then a wrench that I twisted into a spiral. My new super-strength was so amazing that it wasn't even too much of a downer when Lynn tried to untwist the wrench and found that she was no stronger than ever. Well, we spent quite sometime, crushing, tearing or bending things that I shouldn't normally been able to affect at all.
"Amanda, you're a superhero! Well, heroine I mean. This is great: you're super strong! What else can you do?"
"I have no idea."
"Can you fly?"
I considered this, "How can you tell if you can fly?"
Lynn considered that, "Well, we could throw you off a building...never mind. How about heat vision? Do you have heat vision?" I tried, but luckily for my contacts and our dorm room, I couldn't find any heat vision.
"Oh I have an idea! Close your eyes."
Well it worked out pretty well last time, so I did. I felt her smack me on the top of my head, "Hey!"
"Keep 'em closed muscles, this is science," then she smacked me on the skull three more times.
"Do I get to punch you next?"
"Wow, lookit." I did. The instant I opened my eyes, I caught a glimpse of her with a baseball bat in both hands, bringing it down square on my head. Yep, I barely noticed. Turned out that I seemed to be pretty resistant to harm as well.
"I wonder if you're bulletproof?" she murmured.
"We aren't finding out!"
That was that, I did have super powers. I was super strong, and invulnerable. A quick test with the baseball bat when Lynn's back was turned showed me that she while she lacked my strength, she was resistant to harm as well. I immediately vetoed going to the campus gym to try to measure how strong I was.
"We're already in gym clothes," she tried.
"We're barely in our gym clothes, besides it looks as if there's two of us in there," I replied, prodding her bloated stomach.
We talked and experimented late into the night and eventually drifted off to sleep in the early hours of the morning. I woke once to see Lynn's unmistakable figure silhouetted against the open doorway of our room, as she backed in with some burden in her hands. Had she gone out? Like that? She must have noticed me stir because she said, "Go back to sleep, I'm just putting the cat out."
I did, even though we didn't have a cat.
When I woke up the next morning I noticed immediately that I felt great, but it was strange that I was looking down at Lynn standing next to my bed. We had normal beds not bunks or anything... Lynn was looking up at me grinning, "Wow, it worked!" I looked straight down and saw my bed a few feet beneath me...beneath me?!
"Lynn," my voice sounded funny, squeaky, "Am I floating?"
"Yeah, while you were asleep I went and nabbed one of the helium tanks from the dorm activity closed and sorta...pumped you up a little."
"A little?" I pulled the covers off my buoyant body to look at myself. I was even bigger than I was yesterday morning! And I was floating about six feet off the ground. My lycra running outfit was stretched taut across my gassy body. "Lynn! I really am a blimp now! Look at me; I look like a parade float! How am I going to get down?" And all this in an embarrassingly high-pitched voice.
"Amanda, have I ever let you down?"
"No you blew me up instead!" I squeaked.
"I thought about this all night," she said, reaching up to take a hold of my rounded floating figure.
"Ooof I feel like I'm going to burst."
"Well not surprising since you have more gas pumped into you that you did yesterday, but I don't think you're actually in any danger. Do you feel any worse?"
I ran my hands over my overinflated, bulging curves, "No I feel pretty good, but I feel sorta...stuffed. But did you have to blow me up so fat?" Lynn was trying to tug me down, and accidentally swung me into a wall, "Hey!"
"Sorry," she grunted, "But it isn't easy anchoring an helium filled friend when you're a little puffy and bloated yourself." The buoyant gas plumping my legs and butt, pulled my lower half up, I tilted on my axis so I was now more head down. Then she pulled on a rope that I didn't know was tied across my hips and butt and looped under a barbell on the floor as a pulley and reeled me down. With the rope around my hips and the ballast of the barbell, I was able to stand upright, even if my feet weren't touching the ground. I was still floating. This effort finished she faced me, "I’ve tried to reason out what happened to us. When we kissed, you decreased in size by half and I blew up the same amount. I wonder what happens if we kiss again?"
"You might get bigger," I pointed out.
"Or you might."
We were silent for a moment, chewing that over, "We need to know what we can do." I said. Though perhaps a little unkindly I sort of hoped she'd blow up some more, I felt so fat.
We met in the middle of the room, each of us resting her hands on the wide hips of the other; we stepped forward to kiss...and stopped.
Or rather our bodies stopped us. We both looked down where our inflated breasts and bulging bellies were pressed together, but we were too fat to actually reach each other with our faces. Giggling, we spread our plump legs to allow us to tilt our bodies forward like an A, until our faces could meet.
We kissed.
I knew it had worked before I heard the hiss coming from Lynn. I could feel the pressure decreasing and my body slimmed, becoming less buoyant.
"Wow," Lynn squeaked, her voice high-pitched from the helium filling her. For the second time I watched my friend inflate. Naturally she was still already pumped up from our last kiss, and now she swelled up even more. She held onto her bulging midsection as her belly rounded and filled even more, pushing over the waistband of her sweats, I could see the top of the stretch satin white panties she wore beneath, and they were earning the stretch in their name. Her hips and rear ballooned out, splitting the seams of her sweatpants from waist to ankle as her legs plumped up twice their previous size. Now her arms plumped up as well, rising up from her body as her sides bulged and rounded out, making her torso and midsection one steady, full curve. I heard the snap as her bra burst under her tank top, as her breasts ballooned up. Now buoyant, her breasts totally filled up her top, the bottom hem only barely coming to the bottom of her overinflated, bouncy, floating breasts.
Of course while all this was going on, while she filled with helium, she also rose off the floor, her feet swaying and kicking a little as she got lighter and lighter. I watched her float past me, her expanding figure now wearing little more than a very small undershirt and a pair of shiny white satin panties that she was bulging out of. Yet through it all, despite that she was looking down at herself the whole time, she never lost the smile of joy and wonder on her face. I was distracted by her new expansion and the helium leaving my body, I didn't think twice about deflating until the rope around me slid down off my slimmer hips and butt, and I shot upwards again, no longer anchored! While I had lost half of the helium to Lynn, Apparently we each still pumped full of enough helium to make us float. With no anchor on either of us, Lynn slightly ahead of me, we floated up until our heads bounced on the ceiling, then the helium filling the rest of our bodies pulled our butts up behind us so that our backs were pressed against the ceiling, our puffy arms and legs semi-starfished around us. We floated there for a moment, gently bouncing against the ceiling and drifting a little with breathing and changes in our movement.
"Well," I squeaked, "I didn't think I'd be doing this when I got out of bed this morning."
"I did," she squeaked back. "Oh don't look so grumpy, I know its all a front."
"How do you figure?"
"Because barring a few moments of shock, you have hardly stopped smiling since you came in yesterday morning. Think about it, you're liking being inflated just as much as I am."
As I bounced along my ceiling, looking down at our dorm room, I figured that up here there wasn't much else to do but think until we came up with a way to get down. I hoped I would find out that she was wrong.
But I doubted it.
"It won't work," I squeaked.
"Yes it will. You always say that, " Lynn admonished me, in her high-pitched voice.
"Because it always doesn't work," I pointed out.
If you had walked into our dorm room and found myself and my roommate, Lynn both of us pumped up with enough helium to have our figures bulging with gas and our extra-large bodies floating and bouncing against the ceiling, you might find that odd. I know I would.
Funny thing about being a helium-filled blimp though, if you think about it critically, which I'll admit Lynn was much better at than I was, all the floating was was like gravity in reverse. Rather than being pressed against the floor, we were pressed against the ceiling. So, it stood to reason that one could, with a little coordination, stand upside-down on the ceiling. The two problems with this was that the coordination required was a little hard to come by when our arms, legs and waists were fattened with gas, making us less flexible and coordinated than normal, and when we did lose our upside down balance and "fell" to the ceiling, we tended to bounce for a while on our overinflated curves. Doing all this while upside down was even more disorienting. Nevertheless, Lynn was standing on the ceiling while I was sitting on the ceiling, my legs spread some to allow the bulge of my inflated belly to rest easy, my arms behind my body to keep me from "falling" flat against the ceiling.
Since we had the top floor, we had the vaulted ceilings, but at the edges of the room, the ceiling was still the standard eight feet. It was at the edge of the room that Lynn now stood, her plump arms extended over her head, pointing towards the floor. Which left her fingertips about eight inches from the floor. She let her arms "drop" as best as she could. Our inflated sides didn't really let our arms hang normally.
"Waitasec," she grinned, snapping her fingers, "You're still super strong right?"
"Super strong and super sized. How does that help?"
"Throw me at my desk."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I have a plan to get us down from here, but I need to get to my desk first," she explained in her helium-voice. Despite the hours that we had spend floating on the ceiling, neither of us could quite get over the absurdity of our condition and the sound of our voices still made us grin at each other. "but be careful not to throw me too hard, I'm just as buoyant as you are so I don't weigh anything. Don't throw me through the ceiling or anything."
"Floor," I corrected.
"Fine, floor. Can you do it?"
I, very carefully, stood up on the ceiling, looked "up" at the floor, "I'd rather not throw you." I put my hands on the curvy spread of her hips and lifted her "up" towards the floor.
Lynn easily gained the "height" she needed and her palms pressed against the floor, "Yes!" she squeaked, "Push me over to my desk!" She caught hold of the edge of her desk and "hung" there as I let go of her. I couldn't help but giggle a bit at the sight of her holding onto her desk, her inflated body, pulling her towards the ceiling.
Upside down, Lynn rummaged through her desk drawers, finally exclaiming a squeaky "Ah ha!" and clamping a length of hose in her teeth. Then she made her was, hand over hand to the open sink and vanity. Hanging onto the faucet, she affixed one end of the hose to the faucet, put the other in her mouth and opened up the tap.
"That's your plan?"
In reply, Lynn opened the tap all the way, gulping down the water. I watched skeptically until after a moment, her body had lost altitude. Another minute and she was floating on more of a horizontal plane than a vertical. Another minute and she was able to get her feet under her and stand normally. Or at least as normally as she could given her size.
She spun the tap closed, took the hose out of her mouth and smiled up at me, "Ballast. Want some?"
I had to admit, it appeared to work pretty well, she was definitely standing, and while I had no idea how much water she had gulped down, she didn't appear to have gotten any larger. We being rather overinflated lately, this was pretty important to me.
Three minutes later Lynn closed the tap once again and I took the hose from my mouth. It appeared to have worked fine, My feet were touching the ground, but I still definitely felt only a fraction of my normal weight. We were both quite light on our feet. And best of all, I hadn't swelled up any with all the water I'd taken on as ballast. We were still inflated and still had our helium-voices, but solid ground restored my confidence immensely.
"OK I admit, that was pretty slick. I certainly thought we'd have expanded from all that water though," I remarked, running my hands over my normally bulging figure. Gosh I was getting used to being this fat!
"You will learn to recognize my genius over time," Lynn said smugly, as we both moved across the room...
...And stopped dead. I pressed my hands on my inflated belly a few times, listening to the swirl of water inside me. Then I shook my wide hips, making the swirl louder.
I sighed, "Great, now we slosh when we walk!"
"Oh, picky picky. Look we aren't any bigger, we don't sag or jiggle, we just slosh a little. It's better than being on the ceiling isn't it?"
I grunted squeakily, conceding the point.
"Fine then. Now we have our footing, I don't know about you, but after spending a day floating on the ceiling, I could use a meal."
It took me a moment, "You don't mean delivery...you want to go out...like this?"
"Sure, why not?"
I gaped at her, "Because we're blown up like balloons?"
"'Manda, we can't hide in here forever. Besides, two gorgeous girls like us...we might start a new fashion trend."
I sighed, "I doubt inflation is going to take off as a new look. And speaking of looks, if we are going out perhaps you should give some thought to yours?"
Lynn looked down at her expanded figure. When she pumped up with helium, she had burst out of her clothes, leaving her inflated proportions bulging out of a pair of white panties and a t shirt, made skimpy by her extra-large breasts.
She bent towards the clothes we had selected for our new sizes, finding some gray stretch pants and a super large T shirt. After a bit or wriggling, and some help from me, we managed to make the pants live up to the "stretch" in their name as we stuffed her bulging body into the pants. The super large T shirt, once it was filled up with Lynn's chest and torso was a respectable T shirt still, tight on her but the hem came just past her waist.
It would be nice to say we slid out of the dorm, but the truth is we waddled and sloshed out. I discovered that we could cut down on the sloshing our water filled bodies would make if we held onto our bloated bellies. Thank god Lynn caved to my suggestion of us wearing scarves and sunglasses to try to conceal our identity. I'd personally rather have worn overcoats as well, but we couldn't find any that would fit us.
So we waddled and sloshed out to the parking lot, our faces concealed, though few people really seemed to notice, but those that did I was very aware of. Almost all of them girls, some of them larger than my inflated size, some slimmer, gawking at our size or puffing their cheeks out and waddling themselves in mockery of us. I have to say, that didn't make me feel good but what really rained on my parade was my car. I had a slightly ratty, but cute MGB. As cute as it was, there was no way either of us could fit into my car, not with us looking like emergency airbags.
Lynn waddled forward, undoubtedly looking for a way to tear the doors off or something, when I grabbed her hand and tugged her in the direction of one of the taxicabs that loitered among the campus.
The cabbie saw us coming (we were probably hard to miss) and he stepped over and opened the back door for us.
"You ladies need a taxi?"
And because fate hates me, the cabbie just had to be cute. One of those dark Mediterranean types but with a really nice smile that flashed so often I could just tell he had a good sense of humor.
Which I lacked just then, "Yes please," I could have smacked myself, my voice was still high pitched from the helium! I sounded like a chipmunk! I sighed internally, resigning myself to the embarrassment of further conversation when Lynn chirped up.
"Can you take us down to restaurant row, we've been on a crash diet and we're practical wasting away."
The smile flashed back on, obviously appreciating Lynn's self-depreciating sense of humor, "Of course. you know, when I saw you two I thought 'those girls look as if they could use a few meals'."
Lynn carefully stuffed herself into the back seat, while I went around the other side and attempted to stuff myself into the space she had left. The cabbie closed the door on her side, while I pressed up against her. We both took a lot more space than before. Our wide hips and thighs squished up against each other. Our gas-padded rear ends lifted us higher in the passenger compartment. Riding with our legs closed made out bloated bellied puff up in front of us, which pushed our extra large, extra round breasts right up in our faces. Then somewhere in all that, we needed to fit our plump arms in. Somehow we managed, although it took my super strength to close the door behind me, and we totally filled the back seat of that cab.
Through it all, the driver never lost his expression of good-natured humor, "Are you ladies ok back there?"
Lynn was removing her scarf and sunglasses and prompting me to do the same, "Just fine," she squeaked, smiling at him in the rear view mirror.
"Do you girls go to school here, or are you just visiting?" He asked the rear view mirror, looking at me.
"Visiting/Yes," We both answered, me lying.
Lynn nudged me as much as she could packed in like she was.
"Don't mind Amanda, she's just grumpy because she got fat."
I couldn't believe her! "You got fat too," I accused.
"Oh I know, but I'm not grumpy about it," Then speaking to the cabbie, "See we're really rather trim, but we sorta inflated two days ago."
"Really, inflated? Like balloons?"
"Yep, that's why we're so big."
"And the squeaky voices?" he mused.
I found myself answering "Because we're inflated with helium."
"Ah, well that explains that," he said turning his smile on me, making me blush.
"He likes you," Lynn squeaky-whispered.
"Oh be quiet, I'm like twice his size." But I managed to grin out the window.
When the cabbie dropped us off, he hopped out to open my door for me, probably getting a wicked bruise on his leg as the door burst open as I bulged out of it. Luckily I wasn't stuck and he offered me his hand to help me out. He held onto my hand as all my bulging curves sorted themselves out. His hand was very warm.
"Thanks," I squeaked, grimacing ruefully at my voice.
"No problem, if you need a ride back..." he produced his business card.
Lynn waddled over to our side of the car, "heh, sorry..." She peered at the card, "Nick, but I don't think she even has enough room in those tights for a business card," She handed him a few bills, "see you around though."
I looked at the card in my hand, at Lynn and at Nick the cabbie. Then I put the car in one place I still did have some room, down my shirt in the great cleavage of my over-inflated breasts, "Thanks, see you 'round." I waddled off after Lynn.
"See you 'round," I heard him say softly.
I looked up at the restraunt Lynn had stopped in front of, "Oh you can't be serious."
"Why not, its a sure thing that with the waitresses, no one will be looking at us. Besides, I like their crab legs. And didn't you tell me that they offered you a job?"
I patted my full, gassy belly stretching my spandex tights then looked up at the Hooters sign, "Well that won't happen tonight, unless they want to fly me over a football game."
We waddled in and were seated almost immediately and a trim, leggy waitress dressed in the required tight T-shirt and tighter orange shorts introduced herself to us as Angela, and took our order for double crab legs and a pitcher of beer. After the food arrived we munched along and chatted, mostly about our continued amazement at our big inflated bodies.
Having downed the major portion of the pitcher, Lynn excused herself for the ladies room, and as she waddled to the back of the building, I spied one of the waitresses chatting with a few of her co-workers, who nudged her friends and pointed Lynn out to them. Then she puffed out her cheeks and held out her arms to indicate Lynn's girth.
OK, maybe I was still in a bad mood, and I had a fair bit of beer in me as well, but that made me mad! I was off my stool and on my way to her when I saw our waitress confront the mocking waitress. Angela was obviously giving the mean one, who I was close enough now to read the name tag on her well-filled T-shirt, Brooke, a finger wagging.
"Don't you see how little of a person that makes you when you do things like that?" Angela was scolding Brooke.
"I think I can help you be a bigger person, Brooke," I growled in my squeaky helium-voice. I took Brooke by her arms and kissed her full on the mouth. A little part of me knew that if I hadn't been so mad, that this might be fun, because Kerry was, like most Hooter's girls, very attractive and very well built. She was almost as tall as me, with large breasts, a trim waist, and a pleasant amount of padding below the waist that gave her a well-rounded rear and full hips, shapely legs and just a tiny cute little tummy. I had plans for that tummy.
I was prepared to use my super strength to hold on to her for the kiss, but she totally took me by surprise when she held onto me! She pressed her trim body against my inflated and bloated body, first resisting my kiss then, returning it deeper.
With my arms wrapped around her, I could feel her body start to swell in my embrace. I felt her waist thicken with the gas I was pumping into her, and I knew the tight orange shorts were drawing tighter as her hips spread out wide, and her bottom filled out the seat of her shorts, then over filled them, her shorts riding up higher as her butt pumped up with helium, then bulging out of the bottom of her shorts.
It was when her waist began pressing on my deflating, but still inflated belly that I released her to view my handiwork. As miraculous as her expanding body was, it was very obvious that the cute little swell of her tummy was filling out the front of her shorts, bulging, then straining against the elastic waistband of the trademark tight orange shorts. Soon her waist had bulged out into a noticeable potbelly. Soon after that, her tummy was rounding out enough that it was pushing up her tight t-shirt.
Her eyes as wide as saucers, Brooke, dropped her hands to clutch at her stomach as she bulged and filled with gas, "Oh," she squeaked, her voice high pitched from the helium bloating her, "Oh my belly, look at me I...I'm getting so fat! My belly's blowing up like a balloon!" Her hands were pressing into her ballooning middle, trying to press the gas out of her. Her hands were sinking slightly into her gas-filled waistline, but all her strength couldn't match the pressure puffing her up. No matter how hard she pressed down on herself, her bloated belly just bounced back up to shape.
The rest of her body had stopped swelling after she had expanded four or five inches, but her belly was still growing. She sat back on a bar stool, sitting higher and bouncing lightly on her inflated bottom, her fattening stomach pushing her plump thighs apart. Brooke held onto her belly as she ballooned up through pregnant-sized until she looked as if she had swallowed a beach ball. Her friends were gathered around her, marveling at her new super sized figure. I looked around for Angela to thank her but she had vanished during the commotion
Myself, I had slimmed down considerably, probably half the size I was before, which still made me the fattest girl around, although Brooke definitely had me beat in belly size. I mean I was fat, but she was a blimp. Though seeing Lynn emerge from the restroom reminded me that I was now actually only the second-fattest girl in here. Oddly though, Lynn was arm and arm with our waitress Angela.
As they neared me I could see that Lynn was barely brushing the floor with her feet as she walked. Angela was anchoring her, for some reason Lynn wasn't ballasted any longer and was positively buoyant.
"'Manda? You got skinny-," Checked herself, "-er." Then she spied the inflated hooters girl, "Oh, what have you done?"
"She had it coming. She's lucky she only got a big belly, I should have made her into a parade float. But what happened to you, why are you floating?" I asked, taking the arm opposite Angela.
Lynn blushed. That was something. I'd never seen her do that, she took a great deal, including being inflated, in stride. "Ah, well, it seems that when I went to the bathroom, I lost my ballast. It would have been tricky getting out of there if it hadn't been for Angela here." She nodded to the girl opposite me.
"After I saw you , uh, handle Brooke, I thought I had better check on your friend. I'm glad I was able to help."
"Barely," Lynn added, smiling at the waitress, "She barely masses enough to keep me ground side."
This explanation was given as we hustled Lynn's buoyant body out the Hooters and onto the street. After my little...well, big...demonstration in there a quick escape was called for. I looked over at Angela, "Can you hold her for a sec?"
"Sure," she nodded, "Providing there aren't any heavy winds or anything."
I reached inside my substantial cleavage, looking for the business card of Nick the cabbie. While slimmer, I was still so busty that I couldn't find the card. Frustrated I put my hands at the bottom of my bust line and sorta squished my big chest upwards. The card popped up between my breasts like a charm. I snapped it up then looked at Lynn and my own bloated figures in our tight clothes, without a cell phone.
"I have a phone in my apron," Angela said, turning a hip towards me so I could reach her phone, "I figured in all that Lycra, neither of you could be hiding a phone," she added.
I plucked the phone from her, dialed the number and arranged for the bat-mobile to pick us up.
"Hello?"
"Nick? I need a ride from the Hooters."
"Yes? Is this Amanda, the pretty inflated girl?"
I was surprised, "Yes, uh, how did you know it was me?"
"Well, partially because of your high-pitched voice, but mostly because I'm parked right in front of the Hooters."
I looked up and saw him leaning against the cab, all of fifteen feet away, talking on the cell phone, looking right at me, "Oh, right, well we need a ride." I closed the cell phone as he came within speaking distance, "could you get the door and maybe help Angela with my friend?"
Both of which he gallantly did. He only paused a moment when he realized he wouldn't have to hold Lynn up, as he did with most drunks, but hold her down long enough for him and Angela to stuff Lynn into the cab.
"Thanks for all your help," I told the slim waitress.
"No problem, you looked like you needed it. And don't worry about your bill, I'll settle it."
Our bill, I had totally forgot!
Nick, sitting behind the wheel, scooted over to the passenger side window and waved me down to him. When I bent over to the window, "The tab will come out of her pocket," he informed me.
"Oh," I said softly to myself, then louder as I realized it more fully, "Oh!" I called back to her, "Angie...come her for a sec," she obeyed, "I'm really sorry about our bill...and maybe this will help you make it up."
I kissed her.
Something I had noticed when I blew Brooke up. I had wanted her to inflate, but I really wanted her belly to inflate and her inflation was mostly localized.
Angela's brown eyes went wide and she put her hands to her waist as her figure puffed up like an inch around, giving her some full soft curves. I could hear her uniform shift around, tightening on her slightly expanding body. Then her eyes got even larger and her hands went up to her chest. The tight Hooters t-shirt was was bulging around the 'H' and the 's' as her chest began to inflate. She watched her feet disappear as her breasts filled up and out, filling out front and lifting up as well as widening as her cup size increased, and increased again...and again! The pressure building up in her bra tightened her shirt around her chest, making the lines of her over-stuffed bra visible.
She lightly touched the sides of her inflated breasts as if she were afraid she'd burst, "I'm so... big," she breathed in a slightly high-pitched voice.
"I thought this might increase the size of your tips, and make up for your helping us."
"And I'm so light."
"Angela your breasts are pumped full of helium, that's why you're so big and so light, and your voice is a little squeaky. You won't need a bra as long as you're inflated, but I don't know how long it will last," then I gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek, "Take care," and with that I stepped into the cab, leaving the extra-busty hooters girl at the curb, looking down at her new figure.
I looked up at the burning building, very conscious of the need to do something. I mean, that's what superpowers were for right?
"Looks as if they have it mostly under control," Lynn murmured next to me, as we watched a fireman stepping off the ladder truck with a sooty and singed young boy in his arms. While obviously just plucked from a burning building, the youngster seemed less than happy at his rescue or rescuers. In fact he looked to be having some sort of fit as he writhed, howled and hit the firemen and nearby EMT's.
Lynn and I glanced at each other and stepped closer, our curiosity aroused. We managed to make our way almost to the ambulance where EMT's were trying to calm the screaming boy. Then we were able to make out what he was wailing about, he was repeating the same word over and over, "Cookie!"
Lynn frowned at me, shrugged, not understanding, "Cookie?"
"You never had a pet did you?" I pushed my way through the circle of emergency personnel surrounding the boy. Amid their angry exclamations at me, I grabbed the boy's face and pulled him to look right at me and asked in a voice so forceful it was almost angry, "What is Cookie?"
"My dog!" he wailed.
"Where does he like to hide?"
"I dunno!"
I couldn't get any more out of him, at that moment a hand clasped firmly around my bicep and pulled me from the child and his entourage. I was dragged back a few yards before I was able to whirl on my assailant. I wasn't really surprised that it was a police officer, the badge on the neck chain, gave it away on the plainclothes officer. I admit I was a little surprised that it was a female officer. She had quite a grip on me, and I had a few inches on her as well.
"Behind the barricade please Miss."
"Oh don't 'Miss' me, you can't be that much older than I am," I snapped, but slunk back behind the barricade.
"I'm going up there," I told Lynn as she caught up with me on the civilian side of the barricade.
"Well of course you are. Come on," she dragged me off to an alley, one arm pulling me, the other arm had some bundle tucked under it.
We turned the corner of the alley, away from prying eyes and she revealed the secret of her burden. It was the bright yellow of a fireman's oxygen tank. She set it on the pavement with a hollow, metallic clink, "I pinched it from one of their trucks while you were making such a lovely distraction."
"Oh you're brilliant!"
"True. Now get out of those clothes before you burst out of them."
Given my condition, I had of late taken to wearing spandex leotard under my street clothes. I peeled down to the white leotard and retained my high heeled boots.
"Gee, you're even starting to look like a super heroine."
"I feel sorta silly," I complained, looking down at myself.
Lynn handed me the mask, "Well you're probably about to feel quite a bit sillier once you're pumped up," Suddenly she smacked a palm to her forehead, "D'oh! You don't have a mask! you have to have a mask, if you go out there everyone will know who you are!"
Inspiration hit me for a change, "Not if they aren't looking at my face." I took the mask from her, settled it over my mouth and nose and spun the valve open.
Since the Hooters incident, I had been working on focusing my expansion; as I concentrated, I felt the top of my leotard grow tighter as I grew bigger. I was only inflating my chest, my breasts filling with the gas, getting larger and rounder, my cleavage bulging in the neckline. As I swelled, I could feel the spandex stretching to accommodate my extra large bust line, and stretching pretty thin too. By the time I closed the valve my breasts bulged out in front and to the sides. I was pretty sure I was big enough that my breasts would be visible if my back were turned.
"Wow," Lynn breathed, "I mean, we were that busty last week, but it's different to see it without the rest of you pumped up. But you're right, no one will be looking at your face. Are you sure you're big enough?"
I patted my inflated breasts, "I'm already awkward as it is, if I get much bigger I might not be any use at all. Besides, it's already getting a little snug in this outfit and I still have other things I need to pump up."
With that I opened the valve again, concentrating. I had since learned that my super strength was in proportion to...well, my proportions. If I needed super strength in my arms for example, the more I inflated my arms, the stronger I get. Immediately, I knew I'd need my legs more developed to allow me to leap up to the apartment. I directed the gas filling me to where I needed it.
My legs began to expand, my thighs plumped up so they touched, then pressed together, my calves bulging. I adjusted my stance allowing my legs room to swell. Knowing that a lot of the power of our lower bodies isn't just in the legs, I let my hips spread out as well, feeling my center of gravity change as I got wider. I also pumped my butt up some, the leotard tightening around my inflating posterior. My rear end was developing so much that I was bulging out the bottom of my leotard, the tight spandex garment had raised up as I expanded around it. It wasn't like I was wearing a thong or anything, but I had managed to get a good amount of my extra padded tush bulging out of my costume.
"Wow," Lynn breathed again, "Now you do look like a super heroine. Hang on," she hefted the air tank up and held the straps so I could get my arms through it, "You might need this in there."
"Good idea," I said, donning the tank. Lynn gave me a thumbs up and I trotted out of the alley, my inflated proportions bouncing. My inflated legs and rear vaulted me easily over the police line where I landed among the various emergency personnel. Even during a building fire, my inflated figure managed to get enough gasps, whistles and catcalls to make me blush.
"Hey!" The lady plainclothes cop who ousted me earlier was on her way towards me. I quickly flicked the valve on my tank open and took a few deep pulls on the oxygen, feeling my arms and shoulders plump up and fill with the gas, making my upper body super strong as well. My arms, in the white spandex sleeves were filling up like gassy sausages. I closed the valve, gauged the four storey distance I was planning to jump, crouched, feeling the constriction in my fat legs from the gas filling them, then straightened my legs and sprung!
It was amazing, I soared! In fact I overshot by twenty feet. It seemed like I hung in the air until I could choose my access point, then I descended towards the wall of the window I had seen the boy taken from. I drew back my arm and punched the wall as I hit, using all the super strength my pumped-up chest, arms and shoulders had to offer. It was enough, I hit the wall like a train, blasting brick, studs and drywall all over the room I had entered.
The place was well ablaze, I could feel the heat, but I was unharmed by it. Likewise for the smoke, I knew there wasn't enough air in here for a normal person to breathe, but I was functioning normally.
The room I had crashed into seemed to be a living room or den. I could see the kitchen off to my left and a hallway at the far end of the room. I took a guess that the dog would be in the boy's room, I started across the living room to the hallway. Halfway across the living room, I started to feel a little odd, a little full. I mean when I'm inflated I'm very aware of how full I am, I checked the valve on my tank to make certain it was closed, but I already knew I wasn't pulling any more volume from it. A few steps from the hallway and I definitely felt bloated, my costume was tighter on me. I put my hands on my waist and I could feel the definite swell of my belly...oh! I was getting fatter! What was happening to me, why was I blowing up like this? And it wasn't just my belly, even the parts I had inflated earlier were plumping up too. My breasts were bigger than basketballs and my hips were widely padded now.
Oh! Dumb me, I wasn't inflating, I was expanding! The heat was making the air in me expand. I needed to act fast or in a few moments I might grow too big to fit in the hallway. I pressed forward in the blazing hot, smoky hallway, my arms brushing the walls looking for doors.
My right hand brushed a door frame, I turned and shoved with both, now a little overinflated, arms.
The door blew back off its hinges and fell on the floor. Have to be careful about that, I was still looking for friendlies in here. The smoke made it hard to see, but I was pretty sure there were sports pennants smoldering on the walls. This could be a boys room. I stepped in...or tried to. I hit the door frame and bounced back, the air I was pumped full of had expanded sufficiently that my hips were too wide to fit through the door. I couldn't even squish my hips down enough to let me pass. I tried to turn sideways and squeeze into the room, but that was even worse. My bulging, overinflated expanding bust and bottom stuck out so far in front and back that I didn't have a chance. Squaring my round shoulders, I faced the doorway once more, and took one very deliberate and forceful step forward.
My mighty legs and bottom, powered by the gas I was full of, pushed me right through the wall and into the bedroom, wearing the door frame and part of the wall which I shook off.
"Cookie," I called, then whistled. Nothing. Where would I hide if I were a dog? I wished I knew what kind of dog it was, its size would limit the places it could hide. Heh, I put my hands on the softly creaking spandex covering my slowly expanding breasts. My size might limit the places I could look.
The first place that came to mind was under the bed. It took a little doing for me to bend my big bulky body enough that I could kneel down and peek under the bed. I had blown up enough that my movement was getting difficult. I could still walk, or waddle well enough, but bending or leaning over was difficult. I couldn't just bend at the waist, my belly was far too full for that. So I knelt down and sat on my heels, though I was sitting much higher than normal from the new extra round bottom I had. Then I had to use one hand to press down on my chest because when I lowered myself my belly and chest went 'whoomp' and pushed my chest into my face. So holding my large breasts down with one arm, I leaned on the other to look under the bed, then grabbed the under edge of the bed and lifted the bed effortlessly.
Nope, no dog there.
Rather than stand clumsily, I bounced down on my inflated bottom and sprang into the air and landed lightly on my feet in front of the closet. I tore the door right off the hinges. Holding the door by the knob, I looked for a place to put it, then decided to drop it on top of the door I had knocked in. Rather than kneel down again to search the bottom of the closet, I widened my stance to allow my full belly room to let me bend at the hips. I quickly pawed through the closet, getting a little worried now, it was hotter and smokier than when I entered, and I was still expanding, I could feel the straps of the air tank starting to dig into my inflated shoulders.
Finding nothing in the closet I was ready to leave this room and search elsewhere, when just as I was on my way out, I heard a tiny whine.
I whirled, searching the smoky room with my eyes, then I waddled over the place I didn't check, the bed itself. I pulled pillows and covers off and found Cookie burrowed under the bedding.
The little golden cocker spaniel puppy looked up at me. He seemed to be all big eyes, ears and paws, all out of proportion to the rest of his body.
"Heh I know the feeling. C'mere boy, we're going out."
The magic word 'out' was enough for him to jump to his feet and wag his stubby tail. I gathered cookie up and tucked him against my padded hip with an arm. Sheltering the puppy with my inflated body I turned a shoulder into the wall and crashed through it, emerging into the kitchen. These super powers were pretty fun, crashing through walls and stuff. Once in the kitchen I could see the hole in the wall I made with my entrance. I dashed for it as fast as my plump legs would carry me. Reaching the hole, I leaped out into fresh clean air, and dropped four floors to the wet pavement below.
Remembering my own experiences with puppies I quickly put Cookie down, where he immediately piddled. Then, ignoring the crowd, the emergency personnel and the newsies I strode (not really, I was so pumped up I was still waddling) over to the little boy and handed the puppy over.
"Close call?"
I turned, it was the lady cop, "Yeah, things were getting a little tight in there."
She eyed the bulges in my tight costume, noting the difference in my figure before I went in and the much rounder shape I was in now, "So I see. You think you could come down to the station and make a statement?"
"Building on fire, dog safe, statement over," I didn't necessarily dislike her as such, but I had no interest at all in cooperating with the authorities.
"I can be a lot more compelling you know," she warned me.
I smiled at her, "You can try," I said, then sprung into the air, vaulting the buildings in the next block, leaving the fuming detective and the scene behind me.
Lynn met me at the opposite end of the same alley I had originally changed in where we hugged triumphantly and both did a little happy dance at my debut as a super heroine.
"You were so cool!" Lynn cried, then stepped back from me, "and you're so big, and warm too."
"It was amazing, I was like crashing through stuff!"
"Leaping tall buildings in a single bound!"
"Isolating my inflation for specific results worked perfectly!"
She eyed me, "Apparently you expand in heat," she said, patting my fattened belly.
"Yeah, can we get to the van? I'm feeling a little conspicuous here."
"I took the liberty of bringing it around once you went in, gosh you're huge." We trotted to the MPV waiting at the end of the alley. Lynn opened the side door and I was a little too bulky to climb in, so I sat in the side door and Lynn rolled me inside. She climbed behind the wheel, started the engine and we rolled off.
"Turn on the AC, full blast, I need to vent some of this heat." I managed to haul myself into the back
bench seat. By the time I managed to get into a
comfortable sitting position I could already feel the
cold AC slimming down my heat-expanded body. I could also feel the acceleration pushing me back into the rear bench seat, "Are we in a hurry?"
"I'd like to catch the news and get you under wraps. Even deflated from your body cooling, you're still pretty big. Big enough to attract attention, especially with your chest all," she paused to mime her hands out in Freon of her chest to indicate a large bust size, "pumped up like two balloons."
"Oh really?"
"Well I'll keep our speed down since I'm sure you couldn't get a seat belt over your chest," she grinned, "then again, it's not like you'd hit the dashboard. you're practically your own airbag."
I had lost most of the heat-induced volume so I was able to stand in the van and step into the front, squeezing my extra-padded hips past Lynn, lifting up the arm on the passenger seat, and bouncing down onto my inflated bottom. I looked down at myself, how high I was sitting in the seat and how far my extra-inflated chest stuck out. Then I waited for us to hit a red light.
"You know," I pointed out, "you're in more danger because you aren't even wearing a seat belt." Lynn looked down, then looked over at me when I tapped her on the shoulder.
She jumped a little when she turned to look at me and found my face an inch from hers.
"Boo," I said.
She grimaced, "Manda, I was only teasing. You know, having a little fun?" She looked down at her blouse, "C'mon, have a heart, I'm not really dressed to get bigger, I don't have anything stretchy on. If you blow me up I'll burst every seam and pop every button I have.!"
I relented, taking my seat again, "Well ok, you're safe, for now. though the way things have been going lately, you may want to think about keeping a costume handy."
"Me? I'm not the superheroine here? I stay with the van, I'm like, Q branch or something." She pulled the van into our dorm lot, turned off the engine and climbed out of the driver's seat to look out of each window, "The coast is pretty clear, I think we'll be good as long as we don't attract any attention."
I spun my seat to face her, "Oh good, as long as we don't attract any attention," I said sarcastically, gesturing down at myself, "I'm wearing high heeled boots and a cape with what is in effect a one-piece white swimsuit, and my bustline alone in said swimsuit happens to be inflated to like sixty inches. I can't help but attract attention genius!"
Lynn tossed me a nylon bag, "I'm glad you're finally recognizing my gifts. Put that on."
I opened the bag finding a pair of extra large grey yoga pants and a super extra large white t shirt with the Hooters logo on it.
"It's a gift from Angela. It's the largest Hooters shirt there is, she had some custom made for her, and thought we could use some too."
I pulled the shirt over my inflated chest, my ballooned breasts still making the shirt a little snug around the bust. Then I stuffed my super-sized curves into the yoga pants which stretched to my girth, but still did little to conceal that I was a super inflated girl in spandex.
"And this," Lynn said, holding up an extra large raincoat. Don't cinch the belt, just do up the buttons and let it drape on you, it should make you look a little bulkier in the middle."
It did. We managed to sneak back into our dorm rooms in plain sight. Once safely home, I ditched the coat and shirt and my boots and cape, while Lynn found the news and changed into a more comfortable workout pants and t shirt as well. We watched the news coverage of my first adventure over skim milk and Snickerdoodles.
"I look fat," I complined.
"Nah, you're just big-boned." Lynn said getting up to put the milk carton and cookies back in and on the dorm fridge. I noticed when she walked she had to keep her running pants from sliding off her hips.
"Well the camera adds ten pounds," I said defensively.
"Exactly how many cameras are on you do you think?" She asked, grinning.
"Are those the same pants I wore when we were blimped up?" Meaning when we were filled with enough helium to make us float.
"Yeah, they're a little stretched out since then. Hmm maybe I should have given them to you to wear, gah!" The last was from the surpise kiss I had planted on her.
Lynn looked down at herself, her hips were swelling up and she quickly grew wide enough that her pants wouldn't slip off of her. Along with her hips expanding, I could tell her pants were growing tighter around her as her rear ballooned up, giving her, like myself, an obviously inflated bottom.
"Oh, if I had know I was going to get so big there I would have worn either a thong or much bigger underwear. 'Manda look at me! I'm getting so big, oh I feel go gassy!" She pressed her hands into her bulging, padded curves, her thighs had plumped up and her belly was bulging with the gas hissing inside her. In moments her stomach was full and tight, and the gas spread around her, making her sides bulge and round out until her inflating torso pressed up against her arms, lifting them slightly. She raised up in her seat on the couch from the gas plumpening her bottom, until she bounced on her inflated backside like she was sitting on an air cushion.
The couch had grown a little snug for the two of us, our bloated figures rather squished, but the company felt good. Being the only inflated girl in the room was a lot like being the only person who came to a party in costume. So the solidarity of Lynn goading me into blowing her up was appreciated. Not that she didn't have her own agenda as well. As she settled back into the couch, wrapping her arms around her taut full midsection I could sense as well as see the contentment coming from her as she held onto her gassy, curvy body. It was annoyingly similar to the sense of contentment I felt as I leaned back, wrapping my arms around my bloated figure and waited for Leno's monologue to start.
Epilogue:
"C'mon, just a little."
"No, I'm not an appliance. Besides you look fine."
Lynn pouted, "I don't want to look 'fine', I want to look 'wow'. Maybe even have someone ask for my phone number. It ain't easy getting noticed hanging out with you, y'know."
"Ok," I caved, "Come over here by the mirror."
Lynn and I stood in front of the closet mirror. First I opened the button and fly of my jeans. Then I took a little bottle of compressed air, put it to my mouth and opened the valve. I didn't need to do anything fancy with the air, so I just let it go to my middle, my belly rounding and swelling with the gas. My open jeans were pushed down at the waist by my bulging potbelly.
Then I kissed Lynn, taking the gas from my belly and pushing it into her. Her breasts filled up, her cleavage deepening in her now-tight spaghetti-strapped top. I watched over her shoulder as her bottom and hips spread out, filling up her jeans until they were skin tight on her full curves.
When I thought she was full enough and her clothes were full enough I broke the kiss to let her inspect her new figure. She wasn't obviously inflated, but she was definately stacked.
"Awesome! Perfect! C'mon let's go!"
"Hang on a sec, I'm still a little plump here," I stuffed my slightly inflated belly into my pants and buttoned them. I actually looked a little full, but not fat or anything. "We're only going out for coffee."
"Yes but its a beautiful sunny day for it, and there might be guys there and that cute cabbie might be hanging around..." she leered at me.
"Oh well," I feigned nonchalance, then took the bottle and sucked down some more air, my breasts pushed out against my top as I filled up. Again, not obviously inflated, but certainly stacked.
We trotted our enhanced figures down a few blocks off campus to the local cafe, taking seats on the patio to drink our coffee and people watch. A perfectly normal, mundane weekend afternoon, with a pair of perfectly normal, mundane (albeit well-built) college girls.
Naturally it couldn't last.
The patio railing next to our table shook as the young boy slammed into it. "Thank you! Thank you!" he was yelling...at me.
I looked at Lynn, and her face had gone white, eyes wide, she whispered, "Woof."
I looked at the young boy again, it was indeed the child whose dog I had saved. It was sweet and all, but he was a little noisy about it all. Then it hit me, he knew that the slim college girl drinking an Americana was also the inflated superheroine. We watched the boy's parents catch up with him.
"It figures," Lynn muttered, "The only person who wouldn't have been looking at a 60 inch bust is a nine year old. We may have to kill him."
The parents were naturally apologetic, explaining the ordeal of the fire and Cookie's rescue. They weren't sure why little Timmy though I was the superheroine, because in their words, "You obviously aren't nearly big enough to be the superhero, why you'd have to blow yourself up to two or three times your size." So the parents managed to seperate Timmy from the railing while I was able to give him a wink and mouth, "You're welcome," without anyone noticing.
Watching the family walk away, Lynn asked, "Well hero, does that brighten your day?"
I smiled, "As a matter of fact, yes, it does."
"Good then you're ready for this," Lynn nodded towards another table at the cafe, just a few yards from us, where in sweats, sneakers and an Ipod, the lady detective that had got in my way at the fire was nursing a smoothie and a magazine, but both were momentarily forgotten as she stared at us. Me. When she noticed me noticing her, she smiled and raised her smoothie. I smiled back, without humor and returned the gesture with my coffee. Oh, Pooh.
The rabbit blinked under the stage lighting, watching his pet person perform her stupid human tricks.
"Abra haberdashery," The Amazing Enchantra passes a hand in front of the rabbits face and to all appearances pulled a black wand from the rabbit's mouth. She displayed it before the audience, giving it a quick twirl with her fingers and balanced the wand upright and spinning on her palm. Then she closed her fingers around it and stopped it's motion, then slowly turned her hand to show the "wand" had become a flat black disc. Then the magicienne raised the disc to the audience and gave it a sharp shake, so that with a 'POP' it became a black top hat which she perched on her honey-coloured hair, and secured it with a pat.
"Anyone can pull a rabbit out of a hat, but how often do you see it the other way around?" she asked the audience who rewarded her with applause.
The Amazing Enchantra was really at the top of her game, she loved being a stage magician at the best of times, but she was impressed with the connection she had with this audience and the air around her felt dynamic and charged with showmanship.
In the back of the bar a small bright flash of like as a patron fired a match.
Enchantra peered back at him, "Excuse me sir, this is a smoke free facility," she said and pursed her lips and blew a short sharp breath at him exactly as if she were going to blow out the match, from forty feet away.
The match went out.
"Huh that was lucky," a patron in the front remarked.
"Luck?" Enchantra exclaimed, "Who needs luck when one is a mistress of the Arts Arcane. Allow me a further demonstration of my power." She pulled a balloon out of the cummerbund around her slim waist, stretched it a few times, then held it up, puckered up and blew at the balloon held at arm's length from her face. And nothing at all happened.
The audience laughed easily, a few well staged failures often yielded greater applause. Enchantra pretended to examine the balloon, then snapped her fingers, "Magic words, I need magic words." She waved a hand at the balloon, fluttering her fingers, "Kamal Nachrach," she intoned, then blew again.
This time the balloon twitched, then started to fill and expand, the air somehow going from her lips directly into the balloon. The sphere of rubber in her palm grew and grew. It was a silly campy trick, used as interactive filler between her larger demonstrations, and if she had had any idea that she had actually inadvertently tapped into true magical power, she would have stopped at once. As it so happened, the decision wasn't hers to make.
At the back of the room the bartender opened a fresh bottle of average sparkling wine. The 'POP' of the cork broke Enchantra's concentration for a moment, and all the air rushed out of the balloon. This failure got the expected round of giggles from the crowd.
Enchantra wasn't smiling though. Her pretty face was frowning in confusion. She wasn't sure what was happening, but she was pretty sure it wasn't good.
The truth of the matter was that Enchantra was in fact an excellent stage magician. She was skilled, clever, witty and very, very attractive. Her long slender legs were displayed to great advantage in black high heels and fishnet stockings. Shiny black hi-cut stretch satin briefs and a loose white silk blouse, that managed to conceal and accentuate her ample bust line. A black top hat and a back silk cummerbund around her trim waist accessorized the costume.
In fact it was that same cummerbund that was currently the reason for Enchantra's frown, because she was absolutely certain that it had become...tighter. She placed both hands to her flat stomach only to find it not so flat anymore, her black briefs were bulging around her middle.
Looking down at herself she could see that somehow, someway, she was getting bigger! The stretch satin of her costume was earning its name as her belly bulged, and swelled, her slender figure becoming fatter and fatter her cummerbund burst off of her bloating waistline with a soft 'pop'. She could feel the material shift around her as her hips and rear inflated, spreading wide and round. Her thighs plumped up, stretching the fishnet stockings. Her growing body forced her to shift her stance to accommodate her new girth. Enchantra ran her hands over her swelling figure, pushing in against her plush but firm curves. She was blowing up like a balloon!
That was it! Somehow the air she had managed to put into the 'magic' balloon was blowing back on her, making her blimp up.
She felt a shift in her bra as it tightened around her. The air filling her had risen to her chest and her already substantial bust line was expanding, the cup sizes she was gaining drew her blouse tight across her inflating chest, and pulled at the gaps between buttons. She was afraid she was going to explode!
Then it stopped.
Enchantra was certain she wasn't getting any bigger, she discovered when one if being inflated, one is perfectly exactly how inflated one is getting.
"Well," she said softly to herself, relieved, "At least I'm not going to burst. Ohhh, even if I look and feel like I am." She ran her hands gingerly over her newly-inflated figure. "I can't believe how big...how fat I've gotten. God, I'm a blimp!" Then she became aware of a new pressure, not the pressure of the gas bloating her body, but the pressure of dozens of eyes on her. The audience. Horrified, she raised her eyes from her bulging curves to meet the eyes of the audience, who quite naturally were initially surprised, then amused.
"She's huge."
"That was different."
"She's so fat!"
"I think she's sexy."
"She looks like she's going to pop!"
"She looks like she's going to float away!"
"Her next trick will be seeing past that big belly to take off her shoes."
"Talk about a big trick."
While definitely surprised, Enchantra wasn't nearly as amused about her new shape. And it was only a matter of moments before the inevitable happened. The audience laughed. They erupted into howls of delight, their eyes tearing up, slapping the table. It was too much for the poor bloated Enchantra. While their glee built and built, inside her was a pressure just as tangible as the gas pumped into her. Rage.
If hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, it must be based on volume, because the fury that gripped her far surpassed any previous anger she had ever felt. In fact, it surpassed the sum of all the anger she had ever felt.
"Stop it, somebody help me, I'm all blown up!"
No effect.
"Stop it, it's not funny, I don't know what's happened to me!"
Unnoticed in the gales of laughter.
"STOP IT!" she shrieked. Somewhere in her, something went 'click'. Enchantra gestured at a laughing woman...
...who dropped face down on the table as if someone had turned her off like a light switch.
Meanwhile, Enchantra feels her body expand slightly.
The unconscious woman's table mates stared at her for a moment, then, as Enchantra pointed at each of them, they also dropped in their tracks, collapsing over each other. Her body blimped up a little more. In a flash of insight Enchantra realized that she could forcibly yank all the air out of a person's lungs, stunning them into instant unconsciousness. However, the breath she stole got pumped into her already distended figure. The inflated magicienne smiled a grim smile, made even more menacing on her pretty features. She waved her arms to encompass the entire room, patrons dropping silent and unconscious as her gesture and will covered them.
With the room silent Enchantra put her hands against her bulging waistline as the air from a few dozen pairs of lungs filled her. The buttons of her blouse across her over-inflated breasts popped off, exposing her over-stuffed bra. In the new silence Enchantra concentrated on assimilating the new pressure within her. Her body swelled several inches around, then stopped.
"Well," she said to herself patting her ballooned figure, "I'm definitely even bigger than before, but I can still manage my body even extra inflated like this. I wonder how big I can get? I hope I can somehow deflate." She scooped her rabbit off the pedestal he occupied during her performance, and carefully considering her extra girth, made her way off the stage onto the floor of the club.
"Well, as far as being a magicienne I'm probably out of a job, so...." She grabbed a table cloth and easily jerked it free from under the table setting and proceeded to pick every wallet, watch, jewel and purse from the unconscious patrons. She was emptying the till when she noticed the rabbit staring past her.
Enchantra turned to see one of the waitresses, who had apparently been in the back, staring at her.
"Wow," the young waitress breathed, "You got so fat."
Big mistake. Enchantra dropped her loot bag and gestured with both hands at the waitress who put her hands to her waist as she started to swell with the air Enchantra was pushing into her. The waistband of her miniskirt couldn't hold her inflating belly in for very long, and in a moment she had burst out of the miniskirt, her expanding waist, hips, belly and butt bloating up and filling out her panties. Then over filling them as her inflated rear plumped out around the seat of her panties making them into an inadvertent thong. Likewise her breasts ballooned up hugely, drawing her t-shirt tight and short over her expanded bust line, the bottom hem of the t-shirt not even coming to the bottom of her inflated breasts. The girl's arms and legs filled up as well, rounding softly with her inflation. Shocked at her new proportions, the waitress fell over in an inflated daze mumbling to herself, "I'm so big and fat...I've blown up like a balloon."
Enchantra smiled her grim smile once more, bent over to pick up her loot bag and the smile turned to one of delight. She was back to normal, her figure had deflated! She must have pushed all of the air filling her into that waitress. Enchantra looked over her slim legs and trim figure once more and placed a hand on her trim waist and once-again flat belly and sighed with relief. She arranged her popped-open blouse over her chest, picked up her loot bag and scooped up her rabbit.
"C'mon Gandalf, we're outta here."
That evening the rabbit and his young pet magicienne looked over the pile of cash and bling on the kitchen table in her modest apartment. Not that show biz didn't pay well, she made a pretty good living, but the profit margin on crime was a bit broader.
The Amazing Enchantra stood up and walked into her bedroom, where she stared at her reflection in the mirrored closet doors. Still in costume, which displayed her figure to excellent advantage, she stood, hands on hips, then turned around to look at her shapely bottom in the mirror. She stood in profile, hands on her belly, which she then stuck out as far as she could then relaxed, stared at the reflection of her waist and then at her own eyes. She sighed.
Making a decision, she pursed her lips and blew her cheeks out just as if she were inflating a balloon that wasn't there. The magic worked perfectly. Once again her figure bulged and swelled with air, her slender form becoming full and fat. When her bloated body was stretching out her costume sufficiently to cause the straining material to groan from the pressure of holding her body in and the seams had started to creak as the inches of her curves grew and grew. Once again fully inflated, she looked at her wide reflection. The pile of loot on her table was a great return at the expense of her figure.
"Ooof, I think I'm even bigger than when I blew up that waitress. I may have overdone it a bit." She waddled back into the kitchen, her wide inflated hips brushing the edges of the doorway. She sat, a little awkwardly at the kitchen table again, higher in her seat from her inflated bottom, and full curve of her bloated abdomen pushed her farther from the table.
She looked at the rabbit, "What do you think?"
Gandalf the rabbit hopped across the table to her.
She petted the rabbit with one hand while patting her bloated tummy with the other, "You love me even when I'm fat. Partner, I think the world has seen the last of the Amazing Enchantra, let's see how they deal with Expandra!"
"...White female, blown up like a balloon..." the police scanner squawked.
Lynn rolled out of bed, snatching up a pen and writing the details of the incident on her palm, then padded over on bare feet to my bed. Padded was a more than apt term. Lynn was dressed for bed, which was to say a short shirt and stretch satin panties. We had both taken to wearing loose or very stretchy garments, especially underwear.
Lynn's underwear was in fact doing some stretching as her belly bulged up in her panties, and I knew her curves were bulging out of the back of the panties as well. She was still a little inflated, her body wasn't as fat as we had sometimes become, but she was obviously plump, and just as obviously inflated.
I actually knew all this before she even got up, because as I lay snug in my bed, I was still very very conscious of how snug the waistband of my silk jammies were around my own bloated midsection, and the extra tightness of my jammie shirt around my inflated breasts.
"C'mon hero," she said, shaking me fully awake. "Some girl has managed to get, quote, 'blown up like a balloon.' If that isn't our kind of caper, I don't know what is."
I sighed rolling myself out of bed, "I'd better get changed."
Changed meant my costume. Now that I was a super heroine, I had to have a costume. Lynn helped me work out a few bugs, like the hidden airtanks in the belt under the black cape. Otherwise the rest of the costume was sleeved white spandex tights with tall black boots and now a new black mask, with a built in radio courtesy of Lynn, to protect my secret identity.
Of course wearing something so skimpy and snug advertised every extra inch I was carrying. My belly bulged out, drawing my belt tight around me my hips and butt were wide and round and I was very self conscious about the amount of inflated cleavage stuffed into the straining top of my costume.
Looking at myself geared up, I thought once again how silly I looked dressed like this and my figure all pumped up. At the same time I thought, "Damn I look good. I look like a super heroine!"
I looked over at Lynn who was stuffing her own inflated figure into some Lycra bike shorts to match the sports bra she had managed to get on over her over-inflated breasts.
"What are you doing?"
"Coming with you, what does it look like? Oh don't start with me again. We're a crime fighting duo, I'm like your Control, I help you figure out problems."
"You don't have any superpowers."
She set her jaw stubbornly and put her hands on her wide inflated hips and glared at me until I caved.
"Fine," I said, opening the window of our dorm room. We were on the top floor, but rather than it opening over empty space, our window opened up onto the roof of the adjoining wing. I carefully maneuvered my bulging figure out the window, then turned back to Lynn, "hang on a sec," and I dropped the hose off my mask into my mouth and opened the valve on one of my airtanks.
The pressurized air pumped into me. I had the valve wide open so I grew quickly. My belly blew up inside my costume and my breasts got so full I almost blew out of my costume. The gas filling me rounded hips, waist and sides into one big swelling curve making my arms lift up as they also plumped up full of gas.
"Airtankgirl, what is it, why do you need to get so big? Is there a threat?"
I wasn't done yet. My thighs were getting thicker while my whole figure bloated with gas. My fattening legs and belly forced me to widen my stance and I knew I'd be waddling if I was walking anywhere. I closed the valve, letting my arms rest on my bulging round sides.
"Whew, I feel stuffed."
"I should say so Airtankgirl, you look like a blimp! Why do you need to be that big this early?"
I leaned towards Lynn through the open window. My round arms grabbed her and too late she saw my plan. By then I already had her and it was too late. I kissed her on the mouth, stepped back and held the window shut.
Through the window I saw the shock on Lynn's pretty face. This time the first thing on her to inflate was her breasts. Her chest ballooned up, her cleavage pushing up under her chin as her bust line expanded, making the sports bra creak and bulge roundly with her increasing volume. Then her hips and butt plumped up, pushing out against the tight Lycra bike shorts, followed shortly by her belly growing. Her already plump figure grew wide and round, her clothes creaked and strained to contain all of her growing curves, soon she had grown big enough that she was having trouble standing and she was certainly blown up enough that she wouldn't be able to fit through the window and follow me.
"I'm sorry hon, but I couldn't bear it if you were hurt."
Lynn was trying to push her inflated bosom down enough to see me, "You fink! Look at me!"
"Oh you like being blown up anyway, you aren't that angry. I'll be back in a jiff." I ran as fast as I could for the edge of the roof and leaped into the air, the super strength in my very pumped up thighs propelling me up into the night sky.
A dozen super-hops and I managed the few blocks between the campus and the hospital where the police bulletin indicated they were bringing their inflated victim. I landed easily and lightly, even in heels, and strode up to to nurse's station.
The nurse on duty took one look at me and pointed down the hall, "Room 101."
I followed her directions to 101 where there was an officer stationed outside the door. He caught a glimpse of my inflated body strolling towards him and pushed the door open and called inside to the room, "Sergeant?"
I was met at the door by the same lady detective I had tussled with at the apartment fire. Swell.
"Hmmph, I'm not sure if this good or bad," she said, eying me, "But it's not like I have any better ideas," she swung to door fully open to admit me into the hospital room. Then followed me in, closing the door behind us.
Filling the bed before us was a pretty young lady dressed only in a small t-shirt and some very small striped panties. This little clothing looked small because of size of the girl herself. One look at her and I could tell she was definitely inflated. Her whole body had become bloated while her figure was dominated by her hugely inflated belly. The detective watched me as I gently touched the girl's inflated stomach, testing it's resilience, pressure and finally putting my ear to her waist, listening.
"Any thoughts?" The detective sergeant asked.
"Well, I can tell you she is definitely inflated, probably with common air, nothing exotic like helium or such. I assume she hasn't gained any weight, just girth?"
"Yep."
"Care to tell me where you found her?"
She stared at me for a moment, "Listen Fatgirl..."
"Airtankgirl," I snapped, bristling.
"Fine, Airtankgirl. I'm Detective Lise Frey. I'm half-tempted to run you in for questioning on this. I don't really understand what's going on with you or her, but I'd like some answers."
"All I can tell you right now is that she's definitely been inflated, what I want to know is what were the circumstances surrounding her."
Making a decision within herself the lady detective narrated the scene found early this morning of the roomful of unconscious, robbed people at the equally robbed magic club, and this one inflated girl.
As if on cue, the victim opened her eyes, and looked around, then down at herself, gently touching her new body with curious hands.
I looked down at her, "Hiya, how are you feeling?"
She looked up at me, "I feel...really big and sorta bloated."
"Are you in any pain?"
As she shook her head the lady detective whispered to me, "They gave her a sedative to calm her."
"It doesn't hurt or anything, I just feel so strange, I've never been inflated before," she gently touched her full round belly.
I patted my own bulging midsection, my stomach sounding hollow, "It's not so bad some of the time," I said smiling in what I hoped was a reassuring manner. "In fact a few more of us and we might have a new fashion trend."
"I think I'm probably out of a job though. Probably not much call for inflated waitresses."
"Your job is the last thing you should be worried about. Just relax and we'll figure out a way to deflate you." I gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and stepped into the hall with the detective.
"Well?" she asked.
"Well, she is definitely inflated, I don't know how or who blew her up like that, I suspect there are no ill effects-"
"Other than being pumped up like a parade float."
"-or if the effect is permanent."
"Which if it is, will make her life difficult," she looked at me, "So are you permanently bloated? I mean I know you expanded, but do you ever totally deflate?"
"I'm not sure," I answered truthfully. I actually couldn't remember not being inflated in some way since I got this wacky power.
Frey's radio chirped for her attention, she pulled it from under her jacket, listened to the stream of jargon and codes coming from it, then replaced it. "You'll have to excuse me, we've lost contact with a cruiser, its just down the block, and I'm the closest officer. I'm going to check it out."
"What was that cruiser doing before you lost contact?"
Frey was already striding down the hall, "Vandalism at 83rd and Randall."
I happened to know that that corner had a Cartier's, "I'm coming with you," I called, trotting awkwardly after her. Oh I was still pretty big, it was hard to run.
Outside the hospital Frey turned to me and said, "With all due respect Fatgirl-"
"Airtankgirl!" I snapped back.
"I don't think you'd fit in my car," she said coolly.
I put my hands on my wide hips, "Fine, you can meet me there then," and with a flex of my mighty pneumatic legs, I soared through the pre-dawn air.
It only took two hops to reach the corner in question. I landed lightly in the middle of the deserted street and spotted the patrol car in front of the jeweler's. I waddled quickly over to the slumped form of the cop at the driver seat. He was unconscious without a mark on him that I could see, though oddly, every window of the car was blown in.
Then I straightened and turned my attention to the store. One of the glass doors was shattered and I could tell even from here that the window displays had been looted. A few steps closer and I became aware of someone moving around the inside of the store. I dashed less than gracefully to the edge of the door. I wished I was a little slimmer, I felt being this full really robbed me of my agility. Besides, I was going to have to rip off the other door in order to fit through into the store.
Then suddenly I felt as if all the air in my lungs had been suddenly sucked out of me. The shock and the oxygen starvation stunned me a little, and my legs gave out from beneath me and I fell to the ground. I wasn't actually unconscious, but I was pretty dazed.
"Who...?" I felt a toe push me over and roll me onto my back, the full shiny white dome of my bloated stomach rolling upright. I heard a low, throaty laugh.
"Wow, and I thought I was fat, you're a blimp! I had no idea there was a inflated super heroine! Heh, and in spandex no less. Sorry dear, but that outfit makes you look a little hippy."
The first thing I could focus on was the pair of long legs, in fishnet stockings, but even in my dazed state I could see what were supposed to be shapely calves and thighs were a good deal more plump than they were supposed to be, the fishnets were gaping over her expanded thighs. Above that was an impressively round and fat belly stuffed into some shiny black hi-cuts. I couldn't really see much more over the new woman's obviously inflated waistline.
"I'm new, I'm Airtankgirl." I muttered, trying to roll my bulky body over onto a side.
"And you're still conscious, impossible, my vacuum blast should have robbed you of all the air in your lungs, rendering you as unconscious as that cop over there," she gestured over to the patrol car.
"In case you hadn't noticed, I have a lot of extra air."
The villianess stopped my attempt to roll over by planting a high-heeled shoe on my full waist, pressing down on my gassy belly, "So I see," I felt the same sucking sensation as she hit me again with her vacuum attack.
Above me, Expandra's belly swelled slightly, her briefs creaking as she expanded from the air she robbed from me. Meanwhile I could feel the difference a few inches lost from my waistline from her attacks. I played possum, until she strode off, her high heels clicking loudly on the empty street. Then I rolled to my feet and charged her from the rear, her rear wide and bulging with the full roundness of her plump and inflated bottom.
Expandra must have heard me coming, for she stopped and half turned to face me, pivoting on one extra curved hip. Luckily this maneuver didn't make her any less wide of a target, and her sexy half-turn, had her off-balance, so I barreled into her like a freight train. OK, more like a hippity hop, but it still knocked her high in the air and across the street where she slammed into a building and slumped to sitting position.
"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about," I said grinning.
Expandra grunted as she tried to sit up enough to see over her stomach, "Oh! That hurt! If I hadn't been pumped up that might have really injured me!"
"You just wait Miss Thing, the next one will." I said stalking towards her. She vacuumed my lungs again, making me stagger, and again making me drop gracelessly to one knee. Every attack was slimming me down, I could now be bent over one knee, and while I was loosing strength as well as girth, I was still plenty blown up to handle her.
From her collapsed position at the base of the building, Expandra pressed her hands against her waistline as she bloated and swelled with the air she was stealing from me. As she struggled upright I could see her waist and hips loosing definition as her torso rounded. I had only gotten both feet under me when she hit me again. She was growing so much her white blouse was gaping around the buttons over her breasts as they pumped up like balloons.
"Hey Expandra, your eyes look as wide as your hips!" And they did too, I had a feeling she was pulling more air than she usually did, she looked a little worried at the state of her figure. All I needed to do was have more air in me than she could hold. But I was a little worried about that. At the start of the fight I was substantially larger than she was, but after her attacks, we were pretty evenly sized.
"Freeze!"
Naturally it was Detective Frey, standing there in a Weaver combat shooting stance, pistol in hand, looking all action-girl in sleek grey slacks and having shed her jacket for the mobility of just the tight green stretch top she wore beneath it.
Naturally I stopped.
Naturally Expandra didn't. Staring down the barrel of Frey's Sig, she reacted, pushing both hands at the policewoman.
Detective Frey's slim backside bulged up in her sleek slacks, plumping out her rear and drawing her slacks snug across her expanding bottom and hips. Understandably Frey dropped her pistol and dropped both hands to her widening hips. Eyes big, she asked, "What's happening to me, I...I'm spreading out!"
I couldn't do anything as Frey's chest swelled up like balloons, her rapidly growing breasts bulged up and overfilled her bra, stretching out her top. She looked like a...well to be honest she looked like a superheroine, all pumped up hips and bust. Her hugely exaggerated hourglass figure was definitely all out of proportion to her slim, athletic body, and it was just as definitely inflated. Not only could no normal person ever hope to achieve curves like that but they had the signature roundness and bounce of the inflated anatomy. She moved her hands up to her over-inflated breasts and was alternatively squeezing and pressing down on herself, as if to push out the air filling her up.
Then Frey dropped her hands to her waist and looked down at herself, unable to see her body below her huge chest. But her hands confirmed what her clothes were telling her, her slacks were getting tighter in the front as her once flat belly, now bulged out, bloating up with air. Her inflating belly surged forward, bursting buttons and seams, pushing her plump round thighs apart as she tottered with the new center of balance that her bloated body was giving her.
I watched Expandra laugh at her plight as the policewoman's trim figure swelled with air, buttons and seams splitting as her curves developed, then overdeveloped. In a few moments, Frey was an inflated caricature of herself, her figure all blown up out of proportion, her neat action-girl look burst open by her expanding body. I also watched with great interest as Expandra's figure returned to what I assumed was her normal shapeliness, slender but curvy. Her blouse stopped gaping between buttons and returned to it's loose fit. Likewise, her air-filled body stretching out her black hi-cut briefs and the fishnet stockings deflated, the material of her costume, creaking but this time with relief as her internal pressure lessened.
She looked down at her deflated body, "Hello feet," she said, obviously happy to be back to her slim self again.
I leaped into the air, landing right in front of her, knocking her once again on her rear, though this time it was a lot less well-padded, "Remember me?"
She was agile and quick, I'll give her that. Once upright she vaulted right over my head, somersaulted-
-And I smacked her into a graceless lump. I may be a little clumsy when inflated, but I was a lot smaller than when I started this fight, and there was nothing wrong with my reflexes and I certainly didn't lack for strength.
"Ow," Expandra said from the ground. Realizing her lithe, deflated figure lacked the power to defeat me, she hit me with an other vacuum attack. I staggered again, and her body began to swell, filling up the magicienne's costume once more. But it took her too long to charge up. I allowed my stagger to turn into a fall, and I fell, belly-first right on top of her. Once I was certain she wasn't moving I rolled off her, yup, out cold.
"Nice move," the inflated Detective Frey said, moving over to me with the careful waddle and awareness of her new girth of the recently inflated.
"Thanks. How are you?"
Frey looked down at herself, "Well, it's weird. I've never been..."
"Inflated?"
"Thank you, yes, inflated. I guess I'll have to accept that. I've never been inflated before. I feel so...big," she said, patting her large round stomach.
"I smiled sympathetically, "You are big. But you'll get used to it."
"No offense, but I'm sorta hoping I won't have to. It will make things a little awkward when I'm seeing my boyfriend, oh I hope he can live with this. Oh God, my Mother, what's she going to say when she sees me like this?"
"Look at the bright side, you probably don't have anything that fits, so you'll need to do a lot of shopping. Soon."
Frey looked down at herself again, her over- inflated figure bulging in nothing but her top and some stretched full and surprisingly lacy panties. Then she looked up at the sound of sirens in the distance, "You probably better scram, I'll take care of the administrative details. But you did good here, thanks," she said, extending her hand.
The pair of us were almost too big in the belly for our hands to meet, but we managed. Then I bent down and launched myself into the lightening sky. I dropped lightly to a roof top and looked back at small (But still large in comparison) figure of Detective Frey directing the crime scene. For all her bravery during the fight with Expandra, what impressed me the most was the poise and calm with which she directed her crime scene, orders given by her were obeyed immediately by her officers, without them giving a pause or anything more than a brief glance at the bloated policewoman in her underwear. That was command.
I hopped back to the dorm, landing on the roof in front of my window. The lights were on, and I could see Lynn inside. That wasn't a good sign. Even worse I could easily tell from here exactly how angry she was with me. Furious really fit her mood better. I made a decision, and opened the window. Luckily I was just small enough to be able to squeeze through the window, though it got a little tight at my hips, and I managed to fall into the dorm room in an inflated lump.
I could feel Lynn's glare on me as I righted myself. She opened her mouth to speak and I sprung forward, clapping my hand over her lips, both of our inflated bellied colliding with a hollow 'BUUUM'.
""Lynn hon, before you give me the ass-chewing that I so very much deserve, let me say that I made a mistake. We are a team, I can't do this alone, I thought I could, and I probably would have failed tonight if it hadn't been for the actions of someone helping me. And that someone should have been you, there's no one else I'd rather have backing me up in a fight than my very very best friend, and I'm so sorry I bushwhacked you, and I understand if you want nothing else to do with me or this wacky life I've got now."
I took my hand from her mouth.
Lynn opened and closed her mouth several times, deciding what to say. Then she made her decision, "All I was going to ask was when I deflate some can I borrow your last year's Prada shoes?"
"No," I watched her frown, "They aren't last years."
She grinned, "And yes you do deserve an ass chewing of titanic proportions, and conveniently your butt is currently of titanic proportion, but luckily for you, you have more butt than I do teeth. But, fail me again and I shall not be so forgiving," She said the last in a deep voice, making mechanical breathing noises.
I grinned back, "Yes Lord Vader, shall I roll you into bed?"
"Yes, please."
Epilogue:
I landed on the roof of City Hall. I was pumped up enough to hyper-accentuate my figure, all the gas in me was going to my hips, legs and rear and my chest, straining my costume. This allowed me a good balance of maneuverability and power. I opened my left arm and let Lynn drop to the roof.
Lynn was inflated in a similar shape as I was, top- and bottom-heavy. The gas filling her didn't convey and super strength, but she did gain a measure of invulnerability. She had also gained a costume, hers was sorta like a negative of mine. A black one-piece with white tights, cape, boots, mask and utility belt. Like myself, her inflated curves bulged and strained at her costume.
Detective Lise Frey stood next to the helium tank that had inflated the 12 foot wide white weather balloon that now floated and bobbed from its tether. Lise's body still showed the ample signs of her battle with Expandra last week. She had shopped for her new size, so her large inflated breasts pushed out past her jacket in a clingy camisole. Her hips and bottom, quite full and wide made her plus-sized wool trousers snug around her, while her air-fattened belly bulged in the front of her pants, and bulged up over the waistband, her extra girth covered by the large, tight camisole.
She raised an eyebrow, "There's two of you?"
Lynn stepped forward, "I'm her sidekick...Bubbles!"
Frey looked at her, "Bubbles?"
I looked at her, "Bubbles?"
"Go with it," Lynn said sotto voce.
"Cute," I said to Frey, nodding at the tank and balloon.
"Well there wasn't a Bat-signal in the budget."
"You're looking...well," I tried.
Frey snorted, "I look like something on a truckers mudflap. I've started carrying a high cap nine because my breasts are so large I can't reload. My breasts are also too large for me to shoot in Weaver, so I'm having to retrain in a new stance."
"I'm sorry to hear it."
"My boyfriend doesn't seem to mind though, Even though I'm super busty, I'm so light that I don't need a bra, which is good because I doubt I could find one in my size anyway. But my Mom can't resist making me salads when I visit her. I'm mostly on desk duty until I deflate."
"Is that going to happen?" Bubbles asked.
"Well Expandra's other victim, the waitress and I have both lost about two inches. At this rate we might be back to normal in a month or two."
We were lucky, I thought, it only took us a few days to completely deflate. I'd had to pump up just to answer this call.
"Well, I'm glad you're coping."
"It's not so bad after all actually, I mean I know I'm bloated with all this air, but it's not life ending. While I never am not totally aware of how full my body has become, sometimes I find myself just not as concerned about it. You think I'm getting used to it?"
"Sounds like it," Bubbles said, smiling sympathetically at her.
"God I hope not," Lise said rolling her eyes and clutching her big round belly. "But I didn't call you up here to discuss my super-sized figure, I wanted to tell you that Expandra escaped."
"What! How?"
"Well we had her in plastic restraints and it looks as if she or something else managed to chew through the cuffs. She stunned her guards, and strolled out. I'm sorry Airtankgirl, but we're a local police department, we aren't really equipped to deal with supervillains. Think of it as job security."
"Swell," I muttered.
"We probably will," added Bubbles.
Laetitia had a wonderful life. The coastal resort they were shooting the swimsuit section of the catalog was heavenly. Clear water, clearer skies, warm sun and clean sand. The supermodel backstroked towards the beach, her slim arms and shapely but powerful legs driving her through the water. Still many yards out she rolled over onto her flat stomach and began to stroke for home when something below her in the water caught her eye. No expert in tropical marine life, she was certain that there wasn't normally anything that glowed bright green in these waters.
Sucking in a lungful of air she dove down through the surf, making the few yards between her and the bottom with no effects from the pressure. Laetitia had always been a great swimmer, handled pressure well and her eyes weren't too bothered by salt water so she could see around her. She drifted down to kneel on the sandy bottom to get a better look at the funny glowing fish. It was rather squat and spiky, not cuddly but still kinda cute. But the remarkable thing was that the little guy was actually glowing! She'd seen fish that had luminescence, but this was different. Laetitia stayed down to watch the funny fish until she began to feel the demands of her lungs. Just as she was ready to push off for the surface, she felt a little tingly pain in her finger...the fish had nipped at her. She pressed her thumb over the tiny wound...and was then surprised to find her need for oxygen was gone! A moment ago she was out of air, and now she felt as if she had just come down. How strange. She knelt there in the sand, under ten feet of water looking around her, marveling in her apparent new lung capacity. She wasn't going to be an angel anymore, she could be a mermaid.
Then Laetitia became aware of a change in the fit of her halter top, it seemed as if it was somehow tighter. She tugged on it to settle it over her breasts better, when she felt herself float to her feet. She hadn't pushed off, she looked down at herself and her now ill-fitting halter top and blew out a surprised stream of bubbles. Her top was unchanged, it was her breasts that had gotten bigger! Her already ample bust line was swelling, filling up the cups of her bikini. Her breasts seemed to somehow be inflating, and their extra buoyancy was pulling her up to the surface. Moments later she broke the surface, her arms wrapped over her expanding breasts.
"Oh my God, my chest! I...I'm blowing up! I've got to reach the shore!" she started swimming, feeling a strange tingling all over her body. She paused in her swimming for a moment to drop her hands below the water to her shapely bottom, feeling the bikini bottoms grow tighter and her rear plump and spread out. The extra buoyancy of her bottom pulled it up behind her until her butt broke the surface. Whatever she was filling up with was at least in no danger of drowning her, she felt full and light, as if she were being inflated like a pool toy. It wasn't just her rear plumping up either, she could feel her thighs pressing together as she swam, and her arms felt puffy too.
Laetitia sighed with relief as she reached the shore. Her body had become so full of gas that she couldn't put her feet down to the sand beneath her, rather she Had to paddle until she could reach the beach at a crawl. Her crawl was even more awkward as she climbed to her feet she noticed that her stomach was now filling with gas as well and was bulging out of her bikini bottoms.
"Ooof, I'm getting so bloated with all this gas, I look like a blimp! My figure, my career, ruined!" She tried to run off towards her rented beach condo but soon found that her figure was too bloated for her to run easily. Laetitia's inflated legs were too full to allow her move her legs easily past one another, she'd discovered that her newly inflated breasts were so large that she bounced with every step, she needed to use one arm to hold her inflated bust line down. While her bulging stomach gave her an obvious waddle. Running was out of the question, but she clumsily made her way home as fast as her new shape allowed.
"Uhhh so much gas...I'm already over-stuffing my bikini, it can't hold out much longer. I need to get home before I burst!"
Dear Ms Casa,
Thank you for your portfolio submission. While we don't feel you have the shape for our lingerie line, we would like you to consider modeling our plus-sized and maternity swimwear.
Dear Ms Casa,
Thank you for your audition, and while we commend you on having slimmed down from your last recorded measurements, we feel that your proportions are currently too voluptuous to contest with current fashion sizes or compete with current model sizes.
Laetitia stood staring at herself in front of a mirror. Her figure had been reshaped since her blowup in the surf. Her waist and tummy still bulged substantially. Her hips, bottom and bust were still extra large and extra curvy, stuffed with gas, as was most of the rest of her. On her hyper-hourglass figure, the gas plumping and softening her legs, arms and middle wasn't as noticeable, but she was obviously inflated like a Romanesque cartoonish parody of her former svelte supermodel self.
"I'll show them, I'll get my life back...Or take theirs."
It was definitely a weird semester. Me becoming an honest to god super-heroine was totally freaky, but being an inflatable super-heroine often totally dazzled me. I mean there was, and still is in many ways, a learning curve. I'm still surprising myself with some of the things that I can do. I am sorta really enjoying some of this heroine business, buildings burning, cats in trees, muggings, what Lynn calls 'civic heroism'. But I have to say that in a life of near-constant surprise, I was stunned to actually run across an inflatable supervillianess. It changed my perspective, for certain. Civic heroism is like running a race against a clock. Fighting another super-powered person is like running a race against someone. There's someone out there who actively wishes me harm. I really don't like that thought, but I think I have the powers to deal with it. In an attempt to deal with it we had come up with a solution: A holiday. A few days of rest and relaxation on a nice warm beach to work on my tan. Great idea!
As we walked to our terminal I was once again aware that we couldn't be any more of a mismatched pair. Lynn, short and blond, was wearing a Grey tank top and cutoff jeans and sandals with a gym bag over her shoulder. I was normally about six inches taller than her, but I happened to have on heels so I towered over her. My ensemble for the afternoon was these shamefully snug Lycra pants with the zipper hidden in the back so they were very sleek, and a clingy short sleeved black top with big dark sunglasses and a Gucci (real) tote bag. Remember when I started all this I mentioned my vanity?
Lynn snickered, "I've been running some numbers and I'd say about one out of three guys is staring at you. You look like a supermodel trying to be undercover. Or a playmate."
Well of course I cheated. I happen to like to dress expensively, I also happened to be a very good-looking young woman. I also happened to be inflatable. After dressing, I had inflated my hips a few inches and padded out my rear a bit, making my figure a little curvier and rounder, while adding a little bounce and wiggle as well. Not wanting to be bottom-heavy I also happened to pump my breasts up an inch or three, and an accidental cup size. I was pretty well stacked, and a knockout. Yay me.
"I'm not complaining," Lynn continued, "I just think its interesting that the woman who never wanted her inflatable powers is now using them for cosmetic purposes."
"With great power comes great vanity. Besides don't pretend you aren't going to want me to blow you up some once you get into a bikini and hit the beach?"
"Wow," she murmured, "I hadn't thought of that."
We made our boarding exactly on time and as I swayed down the aisle of the plane I could feel my wider hips brushing against the seats I passed. Behind me, Lynn was grinning at the hollow raspy noise my enhanced figure made every time I brushed against something. Take a balloon, blow it up, cover it with a piece of cloth like a t-shirt or something, then rub it against something. That's the exact sound my hips made.
At our seats I decided not to risk the overhead compartment and just stowed my bag beneath my seat, then settled down into my seat, my body shifting a little as I settled on my inflated bottom. Try sitting on a pair of balloons, you'll see what I mean about shifting. It isn't easy being an inflatable super-heroine. Lynn managed to settle herself in as well, and we both buckled in. I had to do it by touch, my chest was a little to full to see over.
I read fashion magazines and Lynn listened to her Ipod while we taxied, took off and climbed to our cruising altitude. Then things got interesting. I nudged Lynn who pulled out her ear buds.
"S'up?"
"I have a problem."
"There are airsickness bags in the seat pocket."
"No not that."
Lynn yawned to equalize pressure in her ears, and her eyes got big, "Cripes, you mean...?"
I nodded, "I'm starting to swell," and I was. The lower air pressure in the plane's cabin was causing the air I was already carrying to expand, which meant my body was starting to expand. I could feel my breasts swelling up and over filling my bra. The extra material of my top that my expanding bust line was taking up pulled my top out of the waistband of my tight sleek pants, which were getting even tighter, but I was looking much less sleek as my belly bulged out.
"'Manda you're getting fat!" Lynn hissed at me as she struggled to release my seat belt which had now drawn tight across my expanding middle. I pushed down on my pillow tummy, allowing her the slack she needed to open the belt. I sighed with relief as my stomach grew up under my hands.
"Getting out of here is going to be tricky too, I can already tell my hips have spread out enough that I think I'm stuck in here."
Lynn watched me rise in my seat as my rear plumped more fully with expanding gas, "Gee 'Manda, how big are you gonna get?"
I pressed my hands against the leading edge of my inflating bust line, as my breasts pushed further forward, "I don't know, I didn't think I was this pumped up, I can't control it. You're the brain, how big am I going get?"
We both watched my body bloat and bulge, no sound other than the hiss of my clothes as they stretched around my new curves.
"Well," she said, "At least I'd expect you'll deflate once we are at sea level again."
"That's two hours from now, do I have to do the whole trip like this?" I patted my bulging waist, bringing a deep BUUUM from within me.
"I can't think of anything else to do, its not like you could fit in the bathroom."
"Excuse me Miss?"
We both looked up at the cute flight attendant looking down at us. Specifically, me.
Her eyes were big and round as she took in my big, round figure, "Peanuts?" she offered lamely.
Lynn smiled at her, "Sure, starving college student you know, I never turn down free snacks."
I held up a hand in an "I'm fine, I don't need anything," gesture. Then explained, "I've just got a little gas."
"So I see," she said, leaving the peanuts and moving on down the aisle.
As it so happened, Lynn was right in that I did deflate once we made it back down to sea level. I was still as cosmetically inflated as I was before I boarded the plane, but I was no longer fattened with gas. We had no bags to check, and I managed to get a taxi very easily, the discomfort of my airborne inflation was already a memory as I noticed how, even in a tropical resort, where attractive women were commonplace, I was still managing to turn heads.
After checking into our room and unpacking our bags, which didn't take long, they weren't big bags, we both immediately switched into swimsuits, Lynn in her white bikini and I had a new red bikini that I had bought for this trip. It was only 11 AM local time, still plenty of time to get some sun, some fruity drinks, and guy watching in.
I had finished adjusting myself in my new bathing suit, perched my sunglasses on my head, and had my fluffy towel and sunscreen, and we were out to the beach side elevator. On the way down Lynn turned to look up at me and puppy-dog-eyed me.
"Come on 'Manda, it was your idea in the first place."
"But I'll be smaller by half my volume."
Lynn opened her beach bag, pulling out one of the light costume tanks, "Fill up now, and give me half. I think I can do very well here with a figure like yours."
By the time the elevator doors opened we were both sporting enhanced figures. Lynn was filling out her bikini quite impressively up top and bottom.
"Thanks babe, I'm gonna catch a volleyball game, see you in a bit," and she bounced off, leaving me in relative peace and quiet to do a little sunbathing. I spread out my towel, oiled up, settled my shades and settled down to a nice golden toasty color.
Any experienced tanner can tell you that napping while tanning can be a blessing and a curse. Its great if you manage to fall asleep and wake up at the moment of perfect hue, the effect appears instantaneous. It isn't so great if you oversleep and burn. Veteran tanners like myself have learned to sleep lightly and awaken fully at the least discomfort. Which I did.
I wasn't burnt, my tanning reflexes were too well-honed. However I had managed to overlook one small detail. Lying here and baking in the sun had a few side effects on the inflated figure. The heat had made the gas inside me expand, and for the second time that morning I found myself unintentionally fattened up and bulging with gas. My figure, previously enhanced to merely bikini-filling levels, had spread out and bloated up to bikini-bulging proportions. I tried to tug my top around to cover my extra-inflated breasts where I was bulging around, over and under the halter. With some difficulty I manged to pull my plump legs beneath my large round bottom and stand up. Running my hands over the hollow fullness of my expanded figure I could tell I had grown from stacked to cartoonish. And I had practically grown out of my bathing suit, my poor new bikini was still managing to satisfy a beach-goers sense of decency, but couldn't keep up the strain of covering my bigger body for too much longer. I grabbed my towel and lotion and took off at a run for the hotel. Two steps later, after I managed to control my bouncing, I took off at a brisk walk for the hotel. It only took a few moments to reach the building, but when walking inflated, through a sea of perfect bodies, it felt like a long time.
I ducked around to the shady side of the building, seeking cover and solitude. I found both, or at least no one close enough to pay any attention to my overstuffed bikini. Looking up at the building I found my floor and counted over to which one my room should be. One more quick scan assured me of relative privacy, then I crouched on my inflated thighs and wide bottom, and sprung into the air, leaping up to my balcony. I did pretty good, I only overshot by one floor, I broke my momentum with my arms and dropped to my balcony. The sliding glass door was locked, but not a problem for my strength.
Lynn looked over at my entrance from the balcony with more interest in my size than in the fact that I was entering through the balcony.
She sprang to her feet, "Are we under attack?"
I waved her down as I swayed over to the AC controls, "Calm down action girl, I just dozed off in the sun and expanded some. I just need to cool off and vent some of this heat."
"When you're done with that, get changed for lunch. You should get a kick out of this, Victoria Secret happens to be shooting their summer catalog here and there's a reception and lunch with the models."
"Uh huh, you, me the models and ten thousand men."
"Wrongo," she sang, "Its invitation only," she fluttered an envelope at me, "So hurry up, if there's no fois gras left, I'll hold you personally responsible."
I took a glass of champagne from a very pretty and very busty, food staffer who was filling them from a punch bowl and nodded and smiled especially at me. I was looking glamorous again, in my sleek snug black, 'supermodel under cover' outfit, while Lynn was typically comfortable in cutoff jeans and a tank top.
"I guess fashion works," Lynn admitted, "As far as I can tell, the champagne is for models only."
I knocked back half the flute and gave her the rest, "Here, share."
She finished it off and set the glass on a table in passing. We took seats in the circular arrangement that had been laid out in the ballroom. Apparently, along with the meet and greet and snacks, there was to be a little private fashion show.
Once we were all seated the models started their route, wearing mostly swimsuits, but a few in lingerie and a few in street clothes as well. Our places were right in the inner edge, which wound up being the front row, so I had a great view of the clothes. I had even picked out a new one piece that one of the models was wearing to replace my slightly stretched out bikini.
"I think I'll get one of those."
Lynn shook her head, "I think it'll make you look hippy, look how it looks on her."
The model wearing the white bathing suit, staggered a little on her high heels, and paused in her display and let out a loud burp. Blushing, she dropped her hands in shock to her wide and widening hips.
"She's inflating!" We both exclaimed.
"Darlings!" Everyone, including the expanding supermodel, turned at the new voice. The pretty and busty food service staffer stepped forward and grabbed double hand fulls of her uniform and pulled it off her.
Her exaggerated figure was shown off very well in a matching stretch black bra and panties, heels and a short, filmy black robe that she wore open to reveal her exaggerated figure. The full swell of her chest her rounded waistline, wide hips and plump legs all showed the full curves and smoothness of inflation.
"Is that Laetitia Casa?" Someone in the crowd asked.
I answered for them, "It looks like her, but it looks like two of her."
Rebeca Romijn stepped forward in her white tankini, "Laetitia, what are you doing here, you were fired when you blimped up...burrp!" Rebeca dropped her hands to her bulging midsection as her slim figure bloated with gas.
"Yes once a girl bulks up a little you were all so eager to be rid of me. But when I'm through with you, I'll be the skinniest supermodel left and I can have my life back! By the way its not Laetitia anymore. The name is Inflatress! Bwah ha ha ha ha!"
Around us civilians were running as supermodels became super-sized models. Mostly their inflation started in their stomachs and spread outward, though there were women who spread out in the hips or bust first, and then their growing bellies caught up. Bathing suits were bulging, street clothes were straining and teddies were tested as the most attractive women in fashion filled up and out.
I started to feel strangely gassy myself. Putting a hand to my own waist I realized, "Lynn, the champagne...burrp"
"It was for models only...burrp"
"Oh she's got us too!" I felt my belly bloat up with gas, filling up the front of my sleek stretch slacks. Lynn was similarly swelling, her waistline tightened the button to her cargo shorts then popped it free.
"Uhh, 'Manda I'm getting so big. This isn't nearly as much fun as when you blow us up."
"I know, we're blowing up like balloons, we need to get out of here and into out costumes!"
We pressed our inflating bellied down as best as we could so we could awkwardly run, hunched over to be as small a target as possible. The growing pressure in our bodies however had forced us upright by the time we reached the outside hall. We leaned our swollen bodies against the wall as we took stock of our new shape.
"'manda how big are we going to get?"
"I've no idea, I can't seem to do anything to control it."
Our expansion has spread down our lower bodies as well, filling out our bottoms, spreading out our hips and rounding out our legs. The most distracting thing though was our breasts. Naturally they were inflating too, but they were getting so big and light that they were obstructing our vision.
Lynn had already shucked her shorts and had opened her bag and fished out our costumes. My pants were making high-pitched pings as my growing body split the seams along the hips and across my wide, round butt.
Once again I was thankful that both of us had taken to wearing most of our costumes under our street clothes. Lynn merely rolled down her leggings and we both fastened capes and masks in place and I looked wistfully at my utility belt. There was no chance I could get it around my bloated middle.
"Ready?" I asked.
"I think I'm still filling up."
"We are but only a little. We only got a half dose. But whatever we're filling with is definitely lighter than air. I can barely keep my feet on the ground."
"I've never gone into action this big before."
"You'll be fine. What could possibly happen, we're super-heroines? Let's get that overstuffed hussy."
We waddled into the ballroom where Inflatress was gathering the inflated and floating supermodels. She was tying tethers to their ankles and collecting them like a big balloon bouquet of bloated beauties.
I put my hands on my hips, then readjusted my stance to where my hips now were, "Inflatress, your revenge is as finished as your career." Lynn looked up at me, raising an eyebrow, "What?" I muttered to her, "That's how they all talk in your comic books."
I sub-vocalized into my mask's microphone, "Bubbles, you try and secure the super-sized models, I'll distract our bloated friend here."
"Check."
The swollen supervillainess turned to face us, then laughed, "How about that, I had no idea that super-heroines were getting so fat, thank God for spandex right?"
She was right, even as bloated and cartoonish as her figure was, I had grown pretty fat. I hoped my extra girth and buoyancy wouldn't be too much of a hindrance. I really did feel like a balloon though as I skipped lightly from one foot to another.
"I got news for you sister, you aren't exactly a slender reed yourself," I leaped into the air, planning on coming down on her in a kick. It was a good plan, and it might have normally worked. Right now however, I happened to be pumped pretty full of lighter than air gas, which meant that instead of dropping down on her with the high heels of justice, I sort of lazily drifted down towards her like the spandex balloon I had become.
"You're going to have to move faster than that!" Bubbles' voice came over my mask radio.
Still floating downwards, I pressed my hands into my plush inflated belly, "I can't! I'm too full of her gas, it's making me all floaty!"
Inflatress grinned up watching my slow descent towards her, "You're a big, fat target." When I floated into my range, my plump slow legs missed my kick at her. When I floated into her range, she wound back and punched me right in the tummy.
I flew backward like a rocket, that woman could hit!
"Bubbles, watch out, she's super strong too!"
Inflatress spun back for a kick at Bubbles who ducked sideways and rolled on her expanded waistline to get behind Inflatress. The kick was good but too much for Inflatress' extra full figured size. She overbalanced and fell square on her bouncy round bottom, and in fact bounced a few time on her padded posterior.
Bubbles grinned at her as she rolled past, "Those pretty kicks aren't as easy with your center of gravity all changed, not to mention how wide your hips are." Then my sidekick rolled under the long table set up for the press and wedged into place.
"Airtankgirl, I'm so big I'm stuck under a table!"
Behind her, Inflatress had bounced to her feet and grabbed the table pinning Bubbles, easily flinging it aside. Bubbles winced as the bloated supervillaness grabbed her by her round waist, and lifted her ballooned body easily, then drop-kicked her. Bubbles also took off like a rocket and was headed right at me, or rather where I would be once my feet reached the ground. Her round body slammed into me at almost the same instant I landed, so I didn't have much of a chance to anchor myself before she knocked me into the air again. We bounced off of each other, struggling to get our feet beneath us before we landed again.
"OK, that's it, nobody punts me," Bubbles fumed.
Inflatress was smiling and laughing, "This is great, its like playing dodge ball!"
"She's right," I said, "she's wiping the floor with us."
"Well as long as we're ballooned up like this, we're too buoyant to be able to fight her on even terms. We've got to find some way to let some of this gas out of us." Bubbles said, hefting her gas-filled, round belly.
Our eyes met, I grabbed Bubbles by the sides of her face and before she could complain or fight me off, I planted a kiss right on her mouth. The effect was immediate.
I had the odd sensation of my body not only slimming down and my costume gaining slack around my distended figure, but I was also getting heavier. My booted feet settled firmly on the ground, and my footing got more firm by the moment. My waist and bust deflated to where I looked merely fat and not actually round. While my hips, butt and sides slimmed down making me much less wide than I was before.
"Well," I said, running my hands over my relaxed, though still bloated, figure, "It isn't exactly fighting trim, but it'll do."
Bubbles' limbs were spread out from the gas filling her. Her belly and body had swelled up and rounded out. Her waist had grown so much that if she were on the ground, which she wasn't, she'd be able to roll easily. She had achieved a neutral buoyancy, she didn't actually float up or dow, she just sort of hovered in place, about six feet off the ground.
Bubbles looked down at herself, which really meant looking down at her her ballooned breasts, they being so inflated that they cut off her view of the rest of her, "I hope you have a plan, because in the shape I'm in now I don't think I'm going to be much good to you."
"Yep," I said, whipping off my cape and tying it to the buffet table and handing Bubbles the other end as a tether, "I'm going to put my boot up her inflated butt."
After anchoring my sidekick, I ran towards my foe. While still pretty bloated, I was capable of what was recognizable as a run. I was also still extra buoyant. I wasn't pumped up enough to float, but I could tell I was only maybe half my normal weight. I planned to use that to my advantage this time. Inflatress charged at me, her muscles super-powered from the air bulging in her swollen figure.
Just before we collided I leaped into the air again, and Inflatress smiled, anticipating the same error in my judgment, and a similar easy victory. My legs were slimmer and faster now. My first kick stunned her, and I hung in the air in front of her and managed to get three more kicks in before I dropped to the floor. When I landed I grabbed Inflatress by her robe and dropped, pulling her down with me. Both of our inflated bellies flattened together with that hollow BUUUM. I rolled backwards, pushing Inflatress over me, and arched my back at the exact instant our bulging middles flexed and bounced off each other. I flung the scantily-clad villianess over me.
Inflatress landed hard, and stood up woozily. Despite my slick little move, I was still a little slow and awkward regaining my footing, so I was still working my puffy body upright. Inflatress shook her head to clear it and was greeted my the smiling face of my sidekick floating right in front of her.
"Hiya, remember me sweets?" Bubbled said as she put a hand on Inflatress' head and smashed it down onto the buffet table among the refreshments.
Did you figure it out? I admit I hadn't. So when Inflatress straightened up again, champagne streaming from her hair I was still ready for a fight. So was she. Both of us were surprised when the next words out of her mouth was, "Burrp!"
She looked down at herself in horror, while Bubbles and I watched in delight. Inflatress had begun to swell. Her breasts inflated like balloons, growing round and light, straining in the cups of her bra and floating and bouncing in front of her. Panicked, she tried to hold down her big breasts with her arms, but also needed a hand free to press into her middle as her already bloated belly bulged and tightened with the gas blimping her up. Her waist filled out, stretching the already tight panties on her, the letters of 'Victoria Secrets' were stretching out as the waistband bulged with her. Her hips spread out wide with her rear plumping out around the seat of her panties, until her rear had spread out around the underwear like a thong. Her hips lost their definition though as her sides bulged out, her waistline expanding like an equator around her fattening form. Her robe drew up short and tight across her ballooning body which just then pulled her feet off the ground. Her body was tight and full of the gas that turned her from a supervillianess to a parade float.
"Curse you Airtankgirl, look what you've done to me, I've turned into a blimp!"
"It's no worse than the fate you planned for us Inflatress."
Inflatress, having swallowed a full dose of the inflating champagne was rising in the air, as big as any of her supermodel victims. I caught her hand and towed her over to the coil of tethers she had been using on her victims. I fastened one around her wrist and grabbed another one to tether to my now-super-sized sidekick. I helped Bubbles draw herself down to ground level where she held herself down by holding onto the edge of a table. We both looked up at Inflatress, bobbing helplessly above us.
"Alright Inflatress, tell us how to reverse the process, how do we deflate Bubbles, the supermodels and yourself of course. Not to mention me, I'm still carrying around a bit of gas from you as well."
"And I should tell you exactly why?"
I reeled her down to face me, pulled her close and said, "Because if you don't I might have to pour more of that champagne down your throat and see how much bigger you can get."
"My, how fierce. Very well, if you must know..." she paused.
I pulled her closer, almost nose to nose, "Well?" I of all people should have been prepared for what happened next.
She kissed me.
Immediately my body began expanding again, as her gas filled me up. My belly and breasts blew up like balloons, my waist grew and swelled, my body widening around me.
The super-sized models were at a full dose. Bubbles and I had each had a half dose, and were half their volume. When I blew up Bubbles, she went up to three-quarter dose size and I went down to one-quarter when I fought Inflatress. She had taken a full dose, but now when she kissed me, she deflated to half volume, or the extra bouyant fattened figure that I had when we started this fight, but on the other hand ballooned up to match Bubbles' three-quarter sized volume.
What all this meant was that Bubbles and I were too inflated to even get our feet on the ground let alone fight, making us helpless before Inflatress. However, Inflatress, while smaller than us, was still carrying a lot of excess gas and she herself was having a hard time keeping her footing as she drifted and bounced from step to step.
"Your luck holds tight Airtankgirl, Uhh almost as tight as I feel. Neither one of us is really in any shape for a fight," She patted her bloated sides, "To think you two actually attacked me when you were blown up like this?" she marvelled.
"Hey we're heroines. We do that sort of thing."
"Well luckily I guess we supervillianess' know when to cut our losses. You get off easy today Airtankgirl, but next time I won't be so lenient." She winked at our helplessly floating, blimped up bodies, "See you 'round," and she waddled away from us.
"Hey Inflatress, how are you going to slim down?" I called after her.
"I didn't prepare any antidote, I wasn't expecting to get expanded. We'll just have to wait it out. We should all be back to normal in a few weeks."
"A few weeks!" Bubbles and I exclaimed.
Inflatress nodded, "Afraid so. You're coming out of it lucky you know. You at least aren't as gassy as the supermodels are, you can almost sort of walk around and such."
Bubbles and I patted our greatly inflated bellies filling out and straining against the spandex of our costumes, "I don't feel lucky, do you?" Bubbles asked.
"Nope, I feel fat."
Lynn and I relaxed in the sun, in new bathing suits, courtesy of Victoria Secrets. While their model force was still bloated and floating, the company, and if truth be told, the models themselves were all very grateful. VS had in fact supplied us with piles of new clothes, swimsuits, workout wear and lingerie. All of it in their biggest sizes and stretchiest materials of course.
"Sure a lot of fattened supermodels down there."
I nodded taking a sip from my drink, "Yep, lots of crowded beaches too."
"It was nice of the hotel to grant us use of their yacht."
"Well, we did prevent a major fashion catastrophe in their hotel."
Lynn nodded, sipping her drink, "Still nice of them though. Allowing us to get some tanning in in privacy."
"True," I agreed, "We'd look silly if we had tan lines where our masks were."
"You know we could have done without the masks, I mean, we won't exactly blend in in street clothes you know."
"Not now no," I agreed, "but give us a week or two to get our feet on the ground and we'll be fine. Besides, can you honestly think of a better way to spend your vacation? The view is spectacular!"
Lynn turned a little to look down at the yacht that was anchored ten stories below us. Yes, a hundred feet. Our bodies were still stuffed with Inflatress' gas, we looked like spandex-clad weather balloons. Each of us had a tether and cuff attached to one ankle, which went back down to the yacht, so the crew could reel us in when we wished.
"Yeah, but the service is a little slow. Hey," she rolled over a little to face me, "Do you think Sven likes me?"
"The big blond guy with the dreamy eyes?"
"Yah."
"Umm, he might, but..."
"What? Don't tell me you want him too?"
"Nooo, its just that, well you might be a little more woman than he can handle." I patted my bulging belly and her swollen side at the same time.
"He's an artist, he wants to sketch me."
"If he wants to sketch you, he better be a cartographer."
"Blimp."
"Fatso."
I thought I could pass my lunch hour quietly on a bench on the downtown outdoor mall. I watched a female clown street performer making balloon animals and handing them out to children and adults. Watching the balloons swell up and round out from the gas tanks and then being twisted into animals under her deft hands. I smiled in sympathy, I knew very well what it was like to be inflated. I was in a good shape right now, my figure only a little enhanced by my powers. I'd been developing the habit of staying a little inflated, partially to maintain a certain degree of invulnerability and super strength, but mostly out of vanity.
Still smiling, now more at myself, I checked my watch for my remaining time left on lunch, and frowned when I saw the hands still in the same place they were when I left the office. No, I didn't have more lunchtime available, my watch battery had died. Lucky for me there was a jeweler across the square. I could get it replaced and get back to the office in no time.
I crossed the street, then the square, into the jeweler's shop. It was almost empty, just myself and the sales girl. I guess there wasn't much of a lunch rush at jewelers. I handed over my stopped watch, and explained my needs.
A moment later with a felt pad, under the watch and a tiny tool in her hand, she had the back open and was replacing the battery. She had just snapped the cover back in place when the door chimed with a new customer.
"Be with you in just a..."
I looked behind me to see what had caused the sales girl to pause. The lady clown street performer had just entered the shop, with her bouquet of balloons bobbing above her head.
She has short, swept, green hair and the white face makeup with a balloon and tether over each eye, looking as if the balloons were floating up from her dark red mouth. Her outfit was motley green and purple tights with a cute little purple jacket.
"...moment," the sales girl finished. Then she buffed my watch, handed it back to me and moved towards the register to ring me up.
The clown and her balloons walked right up to the counter near where we were standing, plucked two balloons out of her bouquet and, holding one in each hand, squeezed them until they popped, one right in my face, the other in the shop girl's face. I inadvertently got a lung full of whatever the balloon was filled with.
Naturally, my clothes began to get tighter.
Looking at the shop girl, from the bewildered expression on her face and her hands pressing to her middle in her dark blouse and skirt, I was pretty sure we were in a similar state.
I felt my tummy bulge, tightening the waistband of my skirt. My hands found my belly growing in my clothes. The shop girl was pressing her hands against her bulging waistline as she inflated. I admit I was doing the same. I wasn't really used to being blown up by someone else. Like mirror images the shop girl and I bloated with gas, our waists thickened in front and to the sides. Our hips widened and filled out growing to meet the new swells in our waists as we fattened up with gas.
"W...what's happening to us...I'm getting so fat!" The shop girl's voice had taken on a noticeably higher pitch.
I was getting just as fat. It was really our bellies that were affected, my blimped up belly was poking out over the straining waistband of my skirt and pushing out against my blouse, causing it to ride up in my new belly and gap at the buttons from the pressure inside me. I had already grown big enough to be awkward. Whit our skirts tightening around us, we both reached behind ourselves to unzip our skirts and hopefully gain a few inches of slack. With the sides of our torsos rounded out so much it was basically impossible for us to reach the constraining zippers.
I turned clumsily, presenting my bottom and my skirt's zipper to the shop girl, "Do mine!" My voice had become even more high-pitched than hers.
I felt her hand tug at the zipper and it release, sliding off my gas-filled hips. I took no time to relish the freedom of my bare legs before I performed the same service for the shop girl, opening her straining zipper and letting her pumped up hips push the skirt down her nyloned legs. In moments we both looked like half-undressed female beach balls. I had my costume on under my street clothes, but with my blouse still on it appeared as if my belly was bulging in my panties, just like the shop girl, full and bloated with gas.
The suddenness of my expansion, and the full roundness I had attained took me a little by surprise. I wasn't even thinking about my voice, and I was about ready to turn the tables on the clown lady when I got one more surprise...I began to float.
Across the counter, the shop girl was being lifted slowly into the air, her feet dangling beneath her, by the buoyancy of her own inflated belly.
"Ohhh," I moaned, squeakliy, cradling my overinflated belly as my ballooned body rose helplessly in the air.
The clown lady smiled, "Excellent," surprisingly, in her shapely frame, her voice sounded just as helium pitched as ours. She reached forward and snagged the blouse of the floating shop girl and pulled her easily across the counter, patting her ballooned belly as if appraising her fullness.
"My," the clown said, "You have become quite the blimp..."
"Rachel," the shop girl supplied.
"...Rachel. You can call me Squeaky. Tell me Rach, how do you feel right now?"
"Uhh...fat. Bloated, gassy. I feel like a blimp."
"Rach, you are a blimp. Do you like being this fat Rach?" Squeaky patted her bloated sides.
"No."
"Of course not, your boyfriend probably won't like your new ballooned figure either huh?"
"No."
"I can make you slim again, but I want you to do something for me."
"What?"
Squeaky towed the inflated girl around the counter as if she were a balloon, which of course she was. "I want you to open the safe, so I can steal a few things."
"No way!" Rachael sqeaked defiantly.
"Rach, here's how it works, you either open the safe, I rob you, and I deflate you. Or I blow you up so big and fat you'll be a ball with head hands and feet. I'll roll your super inflated body against the safe...oh did I mention you'll be pumped full of hydrogen? I'll roll you against the safe and blow it, and you. I know your vault is insured, is your figure?" Rachael nodded and was pulled down into reach of the vault by Squeaky.
With them distracted by the vault, I checked my clearance, found myself floating within arms reach of the ceiling. I pushed down a little, so I dropped towards the ground, and snagged my purse off the counter. Floating back up, I immediately found my costume mask. I wasn't much good as a heroine in my overly buoyant condition, but if I could summon help to ballast me, I might be able to eventually do something other than float here.
I unfolded my mask, put it on, and turned on the radio, "Bubbles," I hissed, "Come in Bubbles, I'm in trouble."
A long few moments before her voice came into my ear, "What's up ATG, whats with your voice?"
"Code Goodyear," Meaning I was forcibly inflated, and floating, as opposed to code Michelin which was forcibly inflated without floating.
"Roger, out."
"Right, that should do," Squeaky said, standing up heavily from the vault She'd been unloading the contents into a padded pocket in the waist of her costume. This allowed her hands freedom, but she had stuffed her outfit with so much loot that the padded pocket bulged roundly in front of her. Her belly wasn't near my size, but she was not only looking much fatter, the weight of the precious stones and metals must have been considerable, judging from the heft of her new stomach and the heavy careful way she was walking she had gained a lot of extra weight.
Squeaky put her hand on her own round belly, "Whew, I feel stuffed," she laughed, mocking our inflated bodies, "I seem to have gained some extra weight...who knew carrots would be so fattening?"
Rachel and I both groaned at the pun.
"You won't get away with this Squeaky," I said.
Squeaky laughed in her high-pitched voice, "Sorry blimpy, but judging from the shape of your figure and the shape of my figure," she patted her loot-filled paunch, "I'm already getting away with it."
"You're too heavy to escape, you'll never make it."
Squeaky started to reply then looked at my face closely. I was still wearing my mask! She grabbed my floating body and pushed my blouse up over my distended stomach, revealing not normal underwear, but the straining white spandex of my costume.
"Oh my God, is this for real? I rob a place where Airtankgirl happens to be shopping! Oh this is too rich! Think you're going to stop me hero?"
I shook my head, holding my inflated belly, "I'm not in any shape to stop you. Some other time." My squeaky voice didn't help my delivery any.
"Mmm hmm, I wonder if I shouldn't just blow you up right now for good measure. Its not often one has a genuine super heroine helpless. Nah, I think it will be more fun with you around. Besides, compared to you, I look skinny! Well for the moment at least."
Squeaky the clown undid the buttons of her jacket, then pulled one more balloon in front of her own face and popped it, inhaling the gas. Over her bulging midriff, her breasts swelled up like balloons, filling up the top of her costume, pushing aside the lapels of her short jacket. Her breasts continued to inflate, straining the seams of her costume, the curves of her chest growing larger and fuller, until she couldn't reach her arms around the bulging spandex swell of her bust. Her feet rose from the floor as her costume creaked to contain her. I could tell though that while we were floating helplessly, she was hovering in control.
"Wait! What about us?" Rachel squeaked.
The clown laughed, "You'll deflate eventually, but for the moment, get used to being fat!" The inflated lady clown took up her bouquet, hefted her bulging stomach full of loot, opened the door and flew out.
"Swell," I sighed squeakily.
A short time later Bubbles burst in the jewelry shop door, in mask and costume, looking for a fight.
"Relax, she got away." I squeaked.
Bubbles smiled a little at my voice. She reached up to me, pulling my buoyant body down to earth. I unbuttoned my blouse and took it off, exposing my costume, while Bubbled affixed a few dive weights to the back of my utility belt. I was still light on me feet, but I could walk. Bubbles also tugged Rachel to the ground and handed her a couple of dive weights to ballast her.
"Bubbles, can you get my street clothes and purse," I pointed to where they were piled on the floor, "I'm a little too full to bend."
"I'll say," my sidekick and best friend said, retrieving my secret identity, "You've really gotten big."
Make that ex-best friend.
"Let's get you out of here, the cops and press were right on my tail." Bubbles tossed a business card on the counter, "That's our number, if you need any help or have any questions about being inflated."
My rounded out body brushed the edges of the door frame of the shop, and I was instantly surrounded by flashing cameras and microphones.
"There she is!"
"Wow, look at the size of her!"
"Airtankgirl, did you battle another supervillan?"
"Look over here...great!"
I held up my hands, "Sorry guys, there was a fight, I lost. But we plan on pursuing this criminal to the best of our ability."
"Bubbles," one reporter shouted, "I notice you aren't nearly as pumped up as Airtankgirl, why is that?"
"I showed up after the action. Airtankgirl had already borne the brunt of the attack, now if you'll excuse us, we need to let some of the air out of her, and get after this villain."
One advantage of my new size is it was very easy to move the newsies out of the way with my belly.
Once comfortably back in our secret base, I settled my expanded bulk onto a sofa and allowed Bubbles to debrief me about the robbery and our new villianess, Squeaky.
"Well she sounds like a hoot."
"Watch out for her, whatever the gas is that she uses, its potent," I patted my bulging belly, "And it apparently has no reaction to my powers."
"What?"
"Look at me, I'm all belly. I've been trying to pull some of it into my chest or bottom, and it's not working. Nor am I possessed of any more super strength or invulnerability than I did from the little air I already had in me."
"If it isn't reacting to your powers, I wonder if you can kiss it out?"
"No telling yet. Oh! I need to call work and let them know I won't be back in today."
"What's your excuse?"
"Same as always: I have a bad gas attack."
"You know, now that you're rich, you could quit work."
"I want the experience for my resume. Though, if I don't deflate soon, It'll make going to work impossible. The news picked us up right away. Everyone will know how big Airtankgirl got, and if the traditionally sleek and sexy Amanda Migliore shows up at work blown up like a balloon, my secret identity is through."
"Well," Bubbles said, sitting down next to me and resting a hand on my bloated belly, "If you don't deflate soon, and judging from what Squeaky said, I doubt you will, you have an even bigger problem," When I looked blankly at her, she added, "Dinner. Your parents."
My heart nearly stopped, "Oh no! That's tonight! What am I going to do? I can't let them see me like this!"
"Well you can't cancel either. You've cancelled like four times. If you bail again, they'll disown you."
"But I'm a blimp!"
Bubbles laughed, "Believe me hon, I know. We'll think of something."
"We?"
"Like I'm going to miss one of your Mom's dinners? Your Mom's a good cook."
I looked at her knowingly.
Bubbles held up her hands, "Hang on there hero, you know I'm willing to bloat up as much as the next girl, but I have a date after dinner, and I'd like to show up in good shape."
"I wonder if Angie or Brooke has any room to spare in their figures?"
"I don't know, I think they've both been seeing some new guys, they may not be up to expanding just yet."
"Apparently I need to get a boyfriend so I can use that excuse too." I groused squeakily.
"Its not from lack of candidates, there's Nick-"
"Hey who are you seeing tonight?" I asked.
Lynn blushed in spite of herself, "Remember that hunky steward-"
"Sven? You're seeing Sven tonight! Perfect, you know the first thing he's going to wonder when he sees you is where all the rest of you is. If any boyfriend is inflation-friendly, its Sven."
"Hmmm," Lynn looked down at her spandex covered midsection. She slapped her palms against her flat belly, "Heck, what are friends for? Lets see if it works."
One kiss later, we knew it did. The black tights of her costume bulged in the middle as she bloated with half of the gas in me. As her costume creaked from the pressure building inside her, she squished her hands over her ballooning belly.
"Oh 'Manda, I...oh," she staggered as her center of gravity changed with her expanding middle, "I think I better sit down while I finish bloating up." She plumped herself down on the couch, opening her legs enough to make room for her swelling belly.
"Thanks, Lynn, you're a real pal. Not every girl would volunteer to blimp up like that for a friend." I was feeling better already, my costume was still tight, but I could reach around my waist now, I was only barely buoyant even without the weights, and my voice was closer to a normal timbre.
"Wow, I'm all belly," Bubbles marveled at her new shape.
"Yeah and you're only half the size I was."
"Wow, you must have felt stuffed. I feel really bloated right now."
"Actually I still feel really bloated, it must be part of the effect of Squeaky's gas, we don't acclimate to it."
"Well," Bubbles held out her hand for me to haul her up from the couch, she having grown too big to stand on her own. I helped her up where we compared our bulging costumes, "Ok, I took that one for you, now what's our cover story to explain our shape?"
"Ah hah, I have a cunning plan..."
Lynn and I waddled up the walk to my parent's house. I was in tan stretch slacks and a black top, while Lynn was in an other pair of tan stretch slacks, but with a pink fuzzy sweater over a buttoned shirt. Most of the clothes were courtesy of our cache of Victoria Secrets loot clothing.
"Thanks for driving," I said.
"Well I had to, your belly was too big for you to steer your car. By the way I want to go on record as saying that I think this is fraught with peril."
"Duly noted. Here goes," I knocked on the door, and opened it, sticking my head in, "Hello?"
I heard my Mom's voice from the kitchen, "Manda honey is that you, come in you silly girl, this is still your house even if you have a dorm room."
Luckily I was positive that the hubbub over mine and Lynn's bellies would divert any arguments over me having moved out of the dorm. Steeling myself I stepped inside the house, Lynn close behind me.
"God's Holy Trousers!"
That would be my Dad.
"Brenda, get out here!" He called back to the kitchen, from which my Mom shot out like a missile. Once she got a look at her daughter she locked on.
Alerted by the ruckus, my younger brother peeked in and started laughing immediately.
"'Manda," My Mom started, "Look at you! You're huge!"
"Mrs. Migliore, its not what you think-" Lynn tried.
"Jesus and all the Saints, they're both pregnant!"
I had had enough. "We. Are. Not. Pregnant!" I bellowed. In the brief lull I hastily explained, "We're in a Sociology lab where we have to wear a balloon inflated in our clothes to, uh, understand the chore of pregnancy," I tapped Lynn's belly with a hollow BUUUM, "See, they are just balloons."
My parents sagged in relief, "Oh thank heavens, well, get out of those things, you look ridiculous anyway all blown up like that. Dinner will be ready in a jiff."
"We can't. That's the whole point. They're one use only, if we take them off they'll deflate, and then we flunk."
Mom shrugged, "Oh well if its for class, that's ok then. But seriously though, you girls are so big! I don't think I was that size with any of you."
"Well this isn't an exact science," Lynn said.
"Make yourself comfortable, I need to start plating things up. 'Manda would you set the table for me?"
"Sure Mom," I was stopped on my way to the dining room by my little brother.
"Hey Amanda, you look swell," he smirked. Little brothers are all alike.
"Uh huh, like I haven't heard that before."
"Hi Mike," Lynn said from behind me as I moved past my brother.
Please understand a few things. I love my family, even if they can be a bit of a handfull. I even love Mike, despite himself. I'm the oldest of three: me, age twenty, Monica age eighteen, and Mike at sixteen. It wasn't easy growing up in this family because, while I don't really go on about it, my entire family is, well, really good-looking in face and figure. Dad had all the distinguished good looks that came with age, Mom had been a Miss USA contestant of our state when she was my age, and still looked it.
If you'll recall from my first tale, I was a very late bloomer. Despite this, they all still loved me regardless of my appearance. Well, when you're the ugly duckling in a flock, that sort of devotion means a lot to you.
Mike eyed Lynn up and down, "Hi Lynn, wanna play some PS?"
Another thing to mention, is that my little brother is a typical sixteen year-old and both Lynn and myself were positive he had a crush on my roomate. Though I had to admit I was a little surprised to see it manifested today, with Lynn's extra girth.
"If it'll get me out of setting the table, you bet! Not so fast though," she called out to him as he raced to the living room, "I'm a little slower right now." She held her swollen belly, waddling after him.
I went into the dining room where a pile of silverware and flatware sat on the table. I picked up the plates and waddles around the table setting the places, then repeated it with the silverware. It was only when I had to place the butter dish, condiments and light the candles that I had problems. My stomach was so big that I couldn't reach the interior of the table. I tried turning sideways, when my Dad stepped in and took the things from me and placed them in the center of the table.
I realized, he'd watched me the whole time, "I thought you could use a hand in your, ah, condition."
Wow, he was just as embarrassed at me being fat as I was at being fat in front of them, "Thanks Dad. What I could really use is a girdle I think."
The lame joke broke the mood, and he smiled and hugged me around my round inflated belly, "You're still my little girl, ok well, so you aren't so little right now."
I smiled up at him while patting my bulging sides, "Does this mean you're going to tease me about my figure all night?"
He considered, "Good chance of it."
When we finished that chore, I found Lynn and Mike playing Katamari something or another. Lynn was sunk back into the sofa, her game controller resting on her expanded waistline.
She looked up over her stomach as I came in, "Hey, Mike was just telling me how cool his classmates find our local superheroine."
"Huh?"
"Airtankgirl, you know, Airtankgirl."
"Oh yeah, I think I saw something on her on the news. She looked a little bloated."
Mike leapt to the defense, "Dude that's her power! She's supposed to be that big!"
"Yeah," Lynn shot me a look of mocking reproach, "Don't you know anything. Apparently the hefty heroine has wholly captivated a large part of the 11th grade. There's a fan club, how about that?"
"I think I need to sit down." I dropped onto the sofa next to my roomate who was far too gleeful at my expense, and spread my hands on my inflated belly, "I don't feel well."
"Must be gas," Lynn smiled at me.
Dad called us in for dinner, Mike was on his feet in an instant, being perpetually hungry. Lynn and I were a little less mobile. In fact, we were both entirely unable to stand up. We struggled under our full bloated bellies for a moment before Lynn snapped her fingers at Mike.
"A hand here please?"
My brother took her hand, and with a grunt, hauled her upright. At any other time, I am certain he would have enjoyed mocking my being too fat to stand up on my own, but Lynn's presence and her similar condition to mine made him a little more human. The two of them hauled my fattened body upright and Lynn and myself waddled into dinner.
Sitting in the chairs wasn't nearly as much as a committment as a sofa, but Lynn and I swiftly discovered that our round, inflated bellies kept us quite a distance from the table itself. So far, that w e had to try to lean forward with our relatively uninflated torsos to get close to the table.
Exchanging a sheepish glance, we realized that while this pumped up, we weren't especially bendable. Our bloated bodies kept us at almost arm's length from the table, which meant even farther than that from the actual food.
Dad looked at us with pity, "Would you girls like some sort of bib?" he asked, seeing our awkwardness at the table.
"It oughta be a good way for her to loose some of that weight, if she can't eat, she won't get any fatter." Mike chimed in.
I was about to tear his arms off, when Lynn just looked at him with big eyes and her hands on her round belly as if to conceal it, then she let her lower lip quiver.
My brother is such a jellyfish, he was immediately trying to explain that while I was fat and bloated, Lynn was just as attractive as ever.
Mom stood up, waving her husband back down, "Let me see what I can come up with. Jake, get rid of the soup and carve the roast will you dear." She left the table, walking upstairs into the bedrooms, rather than in the kitchen, where I thought a bib might be.
"Where's Monica?" I asked my Dad about my sister.
"She's at a friends house working on her science fair project, she's been in a bit of a snit lately. She coloured her hair the other day without permission, and its been a little..." Dad looked up as he was serving, when Mom came back into the room.
One of the things that everyone who ever met Brenda agrees on is that she is the most gracious person in the world. There is nothing she wouldn't do to make a guest feel at ease.
My Mom stood there with three towels in one hand, the other hand was on the large, fat round belly she had somehow managed to gain in the minutes she was gone. My Mom...MY Mom, was fat.
"...fat." Dad finished weakly.
"Close your mouth Jake, and not one single peep out of you mister," this last was directed at my brother. She handed out a towel to Lynn and I, while keeping the third for herself as she waddled clumsily over to her chair. She sat rather gracelessly, her big stomach plumping up as she sat.
"Brenda?" My Dad gasped.
"Yes?" She responded archly, resting her hands on her large plush stomach, "Oh breathe, Jake, its just a few bedroom pillows stuffed into my stirrup pants." She patted her bulging midriff, "I have to admit, I'm impressed at you girls going through with this class project. I've only been stuffed up for a few minutes and I already feel awkward and I know I'm not that big..."
"Yes you are," my Dad said softly.
Mom pretended not to hear it, "Its ok girls, as loud as both my darling husband and my son can be, they are also big weenies who won't dare mention how fat either of you, let alone how big I suddenly find myself."
"I love you Mom."
She tried to reach forward to pat my hand, but her new swollen figure prevented that, "I know. Pass the carrots."
Dinner was wonderful. The guys didn't utter a peep, Mom was charming in her own stuffed way, and the food was typically fantastic. A half hour later, we poor college girls were leaning back in our chairs, groaning over our doubly-stuffed bellies. Not only were we bloated with gas, but in the presence of good home cooking, Lynn and I both sorta lost control, gorging ourselves.
Lynn rubbed her full round stomach, "Ooo Mrs M, that was fabu, but I may never walk again."
"No wonder they're so fat," Mike muttered to himself.
"Thank you Jacquline, if there was ever a chance we girls had to pack it in, this is it. Dessert?"
I clutched my overstuffed belly, "God no Mom, I'll burst."
"Suit yourself," she said calmly digging into the tort.
Lynn, not wanting to seem rude, helped herself to a slice that was only barely smaller than the one Mom took. While they filled up any empty space left in them, I looked down at my bulging middle, feeling the gassy hollowness of my belly until I realized they were speaking to me.
"Huh?"
My mom smiled, "I asked you what you had learned being this big."
"Uh, its better to be skinny?"
Eventually Mike drifted back to his PS, Dad disappeared upstairs, and Mom, Lynn and myself were waddling to the front door. Not only were we stuffed with food, but Mom had packed up all the leftovers in tupperware for us to live off at school.
We hugged awkwardly, both our bulging stomachs, mine filled with gas and hers with pillows, flattened against each other. She hugged Lynn too, with similar awkwardness. Lynn stopped me just in time from kissing my Mom goodbye. That would have been horrible.
"You girls be careful going home."
"We'll be ok," Lynn patted her full belly, "We have our own airbags."
Mom patted her own bulging waist, "I have to admit I'll be glad to get rid of this, though I don't know how skinny I'll be under it all, I'm stuffed," She said with a grin.
We both waddled off to Lynn's MPV , awkwardly climbed into the seats, which were set as far back as possible. We looked at each other, and we both fumbled with the buttons to our pants, undoing the waist to let our stuffed and bloated bellies bulge out of our tight pants. We both gasped in relief.
"Let's get back to our place and into our costumes."
Lynn looked at me, "Are you expecting trouble?"
"No, its just that I figure our costumes will be the only clothes that fit us well in the shape we're in."
Lynn burped, "I see your point." Upon reaching our secret hideout, which Lynn insisted on referring to as 'the Fatcave', we immediately shed our too-tight street clothes in exchange for our also tight, but manageable spandex costumes.
I rubbed the shiny white dome of my spandex-clad belly, while Bubbles patted her bulging waistline in her black spandex tights while she puttered around the lab.
"I want to run a few more tests on us to see if I can get any kind of data on how long we'll be blown up like this."
I looked at my teammate, "Your costume?"
Lynn had changed her costume slightly. she had replaced the one-piece with a two piece, like a sports bra and briefs. The lower waistband of the briefs emphasized how fat her inflated belly was as she bulged over them.
She looked down at herself, "I like it."
"You're barely in it."
"Oh speaking of barely dressed, I need to get moving, I still have a date tonight." She looked down at her discarded street clothes, and I could tell she wasn't liking the thought of stuffing herself back into them. Instead, she plucked a large raincoat from a peg on the wall and belted it around her rotund figure.
"Have fun, tell Sven I said hi."
"Uh, maybe next time he's in town, I could see if he has a friend?"
"No thanks, despite my current size, I don't need pity dates."
"No...but one date might be nice."
"Scram." Long after Lynn closed the door behind her, I sat thinking, until I made a decision and dialed a number from my mask radio from memory. I sat, drumming my fingers on my inflated belly until I got an answer.
"Hello?"
"Hi Nick...it's Amanda."
The kitchen door to my house opened.
"Monica, I set some leftovers in the oven for you baby," my Mom called down from upstairs, "You just missed your sister,"
Monica walked over to the living room window, facing the front of the house. She tugged the knit cap off her head and brushed her hand through her short, swept, green hair.
"It's ok Mom, I'll catch her later."
"It’s not going to work."
"Come on out, I bet you look great," Lynn pleaded.
I stepped out from behind the curtain where I had changed into my costume. Not my superheroine costume, my Halloween costume. Sigh.
Lynn sat on the sofa waiting for me. She had her hiking booted feet propped up on the coffee table. Tight cargo shorts and a tight tank top with sunglasses pulled low on her nose and her now-dyed-brown hair back in a braid. She was practicing spinning her pistols in opposite directions. She looked up at me, "Whoa."
"Yep, that’s what I thought, forget it I'm staying home to eat ice cream-"
"No way! You look amazing!"
I looked down at myself; "This is what I get for shopping for a costume the day before Halloween, the leftovers."
Lynn bounded to her feet, "You know why its leftover, because no one really has the body to wear that, so no one buys it. You, however, look mahvelous darling."
I knew I was blushing and I hated it. I stared down my body. I had fishnet stockings on, which, combined with my height and the high heels I had on, made my legs look a mile long. Over the stockings, I had a very tight, very brief, bright pink one-piece with a puffy rabbit tail on the seat. Cuffs and a collar around my arms and neck and a pair of fluffy ears sticking straight up from my head finished my bunny outfit. I put my hands on my hips, "I actually feel less dressed than if I just walked out in lingerie."
"At a sorority Halloween party I expect someone will,” she nodded at my costume, "how much extra do you have in there?"
"Room or gas?"
She laughed, "Either."
I pressed my hands flat on my midriff, "Not a spare centimeter of room in this outfit, I couldn't fit my costume under it, and only enough gas to give my powers a boost." It was true, I only had a couple of inches of pneumatic enhancement in my chest and below my waist, but I had managed to keep my tummy flat as a board. I grinned as I started to feel better about my appearance.
"Do you have enough juice to get us down, or should we take the elevator?"
I looked up at the skylight, two stories above us, open to the mild autumn evening and I held my arms out, "C'mon."
Lynn holstered her pistols, grabbed onto me and I launched us into the air, soaring up out of the skylight onto the roof of our secret base. Then with Lynn clutching me for dear life, I leapt off the top of the abandoned water tower, dropping the nine stories or so to the ground, where I landed perfectly on my high heels. Setting my roommate on her feet, I pulled the remote control for our underground garage from my purse. Moments later, we were zipping along in my MG to a perfectly normal Halloween party. Hey I was a superheroine right? What could possibly go wrong?
When we stepped onto the porch at Delta house the door opened, and my heart leapt into my throat. Standing on the porch, not two feet from me was the familiar magicienne's costume of Expandra. My right fist lashed out in a punch, catching her right on the point of her jaw, the supervillianess collapsing with one punch like a sack of potatoes.
Lynn goggled at me, "Have you flipped?"
I goggled back at my teammate, "But, she...bad!" I sputtered, "You weren't there for the fight with Expandra."
Lynn giggled, "Okay slugger, but that's not Expandra, you just clobbered some cheerleader in a magicienne costume."
"Aw hell,” Oh boy, "But, she's...blonde."
"And while I agree that's a perfectly good reason to deck someone, nevertheless you'll forgive me if I am relieved that I coloured my hair just in time." Lynn pulled the unconscious woman up and inside the partying sorority house, "Let's just hope she doesn't remember you when she comes to. C'mon, let's lose ourselves in the crowd."
I looked at the unconscious girl as we left her slumped in a chair in the foyer, "Sorry."
We pushed through the hallway to the large common rooms of the sorority house, packed with a large number of our fellow students doing the different things, drinking, talking, dancing and the like, that make up parties. By the punch bowl I got my second shock of the evening. Standing there, making small talk with a pirate, was an attractive, athletic young woman, wearing a white one-piece, black boots, a cape, mask and utility belt.
"She's-"
"Dressed like Airtankgirl," Lynn finished. "Look, there's another one too, ready for action," she pointed.
I saw across the room there was another young woman dressed identically, except that what should have been her slim midriff bulged full and soft in her tight spandex costume, cinching her utility belt around her padded waist.
"Oh my gosh," I breathed, "Does my costume make my hips look that big?"
Lynn laughed, "Hang out here, I'll try and score us some snacks. Gangway, fridge Raider coming through!"
Upstairs, unknown to the party below, three college girls sat more than a little drunkenly, huddled around the pentacle chalked on the floor of their darkened room.
"Sisters, prepare yourselves...hic."
"This is silly,” one of them, a brunette in a black latex catsuit and corset, said.
"Silence infidel," said their leader, a very attractive blonde dressed in a black one-piece that laced across her bust, and a pointy hat to indicate her witchiness. Below the curve of her ample bust, her belly swelled full and round in her costume, "C'mon Selene, you said you'd help, look, Diana's ready," She nodded at their third member, dressed in a Wonder Woman costume, but unlike the Amazonian superheroine, this Wonder Woman sported a midsection just as round and stuffed as her witchy friend.
The plump Amazon giggled, patting her swollen belly, "Don't think I'll be able to fit in my invisible jet."
The witch held out a pillow to Selene, who unfastened her corset, opened her latex bodysuit, and stuffed the pillow into it, zipping it up over her bulging waistline with difficulty.
The trio of tipsy, fattened sorority girls chanted in made-up Latin and broken elfish and bad klingon and whatever else sounded right at the time.
"Faelina, Demon of the Waistline, we summon you..."
The witch knelt over the candles and the pentacle, her stuffed belly bulging over her bare thighs. When the candles blew out, there was still sufficient light from the streetlamps to illuminate the room, if imperfectly.
"Uh, Tabitha,” the bulging Amazon asked, "Did you blow out the candles?"
Tabitha the witch was holding her arms out and mumbling mystical gibberish with her eyes closed. Her two friends watched her in amazement. Suddenly she stopped, opened her eyes and giggled at her friends, "What?"
Selene sighed in relief, "Well you just looked so...intense, like you were really getting into it."
The round witch giggled again, "It was just something I saw on 'Buffy'...huh," She interrupted herself, looking down.
Her two friends lowered their gaze to follow hers. All three of them were staring at the bulging cleavage of Tabitha's bust, now straining against the laces of her costume.
"Tabby...?"
She put her hands against the sides of her now large breasts, "I feel funny,” With an audible hiss, Tabitha's breasts began to swell, pumping up inside her costume, first straining, then bulging against the laces up her front.
"Tabby what's happening to you, you're getting bigger!"
Their inflating friend put her hands on the tops of her ballooning breasts, "Uh, I.... I’m blowing up!"
Selene got clumsily to her feet, her pillow-stuffed belly in her way. She unzipped her latex bodysuit to pull the pillow out and slim herself down again, but when she did, the tight bodysuit spread open over the taut dome that was now her bulging belly.
"Diane...look at me, I've become a blimp!"
The bloated Wonder Woman pressed her hands on her fattened belly, knowing that her own body had bloated up full and round like her friends. Additionally she could feel the top of her costume growing tighter as her breasts began to swell with a hiss.
"Oh we're blown up like balloons! We're getting so fat, its not possible, people don't just inflate like this! What's happening to us?"
"Well, I should say I am."
The three swelling sorority girls all stopped cold at the new voice. Cultured and feminine, yet also deep and menacing. Not human.
In a fashion no human could ever perform, the newcomer was perched on the top of the back of one of the desk chairs, The beautiful young woman brushed her purple hair back from her face, over the two large, curving ram horns, and smiled a big friendly smile with a mouthful of teeth that looked like a cross between a Great White shark and a combine thresher.
She stepped gracefully from her perch, her curvy, well-endowed figure, filling her tight, shiny purple bodysuit like an overripe fruit. Her pointed tail trailing along her high heels wasn't lost on her victims.
"Baby, when you summon a creature such as myself, you should expect to blow up some. Really," She knelt in the center of them, pressing one hand on Samantha's full roundness, and one on Diane's blimped belly, while her tail pressed on Selene's swollen belly where it bulged out of her catsuit, "What did you expect was going to happen. Oh yes," she purred, "You three are getting nice and fat." While caressing the swollen girls, the demon's waistline bulged out noticeably in her tight purple outfit. Her sleek, shapely middle swelled into a soft round bulge.
She stood, patting her bloated tummy, "Mmmm and apparently I'm going to get pretty full myself here if I'm not careful," She concentrated, her waist shrinking back down to her normal shapeliness. She patted her now flat tummy, "In due time." Faelina, the Demon of the Waistline stepped over the inflated girls and out into the rest of the world.
By the time Lynn reached me with a plate of snacks she had to elbow through a circle of a half dozen men surrounding me, trapping me against the punch bowl.
"Hiya!" I said brightly.
Lynn looked at me, then at the guys around me, "Whew I'm glad I got here before you started drinking. Remember that last party where you had some punch before you could mention your allergy to alcohol, and you started vomiting and convulsing..." She grinned evilly as the male hunting pack slunk away for prey that was weak or injured.
"Gee thanks, I didn't get you anything."
Lynn pushed the plate of snacks at me, "Eat this, you shouldn't drink on an empty stomach, and you do happen to be one of the world's great lightweight drinkers. You get tipsy off vanilla."
"I do not...hic."
"Second, they were creeps. Third I did you a favor," She took me by the shoulders and aimed me at a couch where, reclining in street clothing with a big gift wrapped box next to him, was my favorite cabbie, Nick, "Now eat, it'll sober you up."
"I don't think there's room for me and scooby snacks in this outfit," I complained, but ate anyway. It only seemed like a moment and then the plate was empty, and my head did feel clearer. I walked over to Nick and stood over him as he recognized me, his face lighting up.
"Hi there."
"Hi yourself," I pursed my lips and winked as I did when thinking, then pointed at the box, "I should beware you?"
He grinned-oh, he had a good smile-and moved the box to the floor, opening a spot on the couch for me, and nodded, "Greeks bearing gifts, you're smart."
I sat down next to him, "Yeah, I only look stupid."
"I think you look great."
We passed a lovely and terrifying ten minutes in small talk and flirting, which I won't bore anyone else with. Naturally since nothing in my life can be easy, the moment of mundanity evaporated with the audible, and familiar creak of tight clothing getting tighter. My clothing, in fact.
Nick looked around, "What was that, it sounded like someone rubbing a balloon the wrong way?"
I blushed, "Would you excuse me for a moment?" I stood up, feeling the extra fullness of my bottom as it stretched out my bunny costume. I got up and walked back into the partying crowd; very self-conscious of the extra inches I had spread out in my rear. I hope Nick didn't notice how wide I was when I left him.
Searching for my roommate in the crowd I was jostled up against a lovely young woman, dressed in a magicienne's costume, I tried to avoid her, but the push of the crowd had us pressed against each other, chest to chest.
"Uh, hi," I tried.
She smiled back, "Hello."
"Sorry about that, back there on the porch."
She frowned, "Sorry, I don't follow?"
"When I hit you? I thought you were someone else."
Now she laughed, "I think you still do, no one has hit me since I got here," It was true, I couldn't see a bruise on her jaw, "And while I am looking for a bunny, you're a little larger than my little fella. So if you'll excuse me, I'm a little pressed for time, oof, and space." She worked away from me, and I emerged from the crowd to find Lynn near the salad tray feeding a carrot to a little gray rabbit.
"Hey, its he just adorable?" Lynn said as the rabbit blinked at me.
"We've got trouble."
"Who'd you hit now?"
"No, its me, I'm swelling." I watched Lynn look me over, and her confusion at finding nothing out of place, "Behind me," I sighed and turned to prove it.
I heard her gasp along with an other creak of my costume as my bottom plumped out another couple of inches, "Manda, your butt is getting fat!"
"Thanks faithful sidekick, c'mon help me get out of here so I can figure out what's going on."
"Gandalf! Naughty bunny!" The magicienne I had just spoken to scooped up the rodent that Lynn had been feeding. While she petted the rabbit's head, I heard another creak of strained clothing, only this time it wasn't coming from me, it came from the magicienne as her hips spread out and filled out her costume.
Looking at her face I could tell she was aware of it, "Uh, c'mon Gandalf, we need to get moving,” She took off her top hat, dropped the rabbit in it, and set the whole thing on her head.
I lunged forward, grabbing her wrist and twisting it into a lock. Lynn goggled at me, "What are you, just going to punch out everyone dressed-"
"It's her! Its really Expandra!"
The magicienne, stared at me for a moment, trapped by my hold on her, then her eyes narrowed, and a vicious smile showed on her full lips.
"I even think you're going to use your powers and I'll break your arm, you actually do use them and I might rip it off."
Expandra relaxed in my grasp, "Look Airtankgirl, I didn't come here to fight."
"Who robs a sorority party?" I asked.
"I'm not robbing the place, I'm contributing. I'm an alumni."
"'K, I didn't see that coming," Lynn said.
"It's true, my little sister Tabitha is a Delta, and I contribute to help their events. I probably paid for those canapés that your friend has been demolishing."
"What?" Lynn mumbled through a mouthful of canapé.
I hated to admit it, but I believed her.
Expandra nodded at my hold on her, "If you could just manage not to break my arm, and maybe let the air out of me, I won't give you any trouble, I promise."
I let go of her, she rubbed her wrist, "Thanks, now, my figure please?"
"Huh?"
She rubbed her wide, inflated hips, "Hello, I'm a little pumped up here. If you could just deflate me back to normal-"
"Hang on, I thought you had pumped me up!" I half turned, displaying my inflated rear, bulging out of the seat of my costume.
"So whatever is causing you two to swell up..." Lynn mused.
"It isn't me!" Expandra and I said in unison.
At that moment, something truly strange happened. I felt a small pressure inside me, and felt my stomach bulge outwards a few inches, my costume stretching tightly across my new tummy. I put my hands to my waist, hoping to tug my costume enough to give me a little extra breathing room. At exactly the same moment, both Expandra and Lynn, with little hisses of expansion and the creaks of tightening clothing, swelled up a few inches in the waist as well, both girls thumbing their tight waistbands in an effort to gain more room in their straining costumes. Lynn's gunbelt was drawn snug around her rounded middle while Expandra sleek costume was noticeably bulging in front against her cummerbund. She rubbed her fattened tummy thoughtfully.
The truly strange thing was that half of the conversation in the party ceased instantly, as every woman present stopped talking and fiddled with the tightening waistbands of their costumes as the belly of every single female there bloated out a few inches at exactly the same time.
"A...Airtankgirl?" Lynn recovered from almost using my name, looking down at herself, with her hands on her bulging middle, in exactly the same pose every woman there had simultaneously adopted.
I looked across the room, my gaze stopping at the top of the stairs. I nudged Lynn and Expandra, who followed my eyes.
The Demon was in the house. Somehow I knew that the lovely redhead with the voluptuous figure straining her tight purple outfit at every curve was the cause of our mass expansion. Of course the horns and tail sorta helped me figure it out as well. The Demon stepped past a college girl with short red hair dressed in a leopard print one-piece with ears and a tail. The leopard girl was prodding her stomach where it bulged against the white underbelly of her costume. As the Demon passed her, with a hissing and creaks her slightly swollen belly began to expand under her hands, her slender figure bloating and bulging in her costume.
"Wha...what's happening to me?"
"Josie...you're blowing up like a balloon!"
Her waist was growing wide and round, while her breasts started to puff up, bulging up in the front of her costume. The spots of her leopard print one-piece were spreading further apart as her inflating body stretched the costume out wider and tighter.
The Demon grinned, obviously enjoying the inflating woman's plight. Given the Demons' tight costume, it was impossible not to notice that her own flat belly was bulking up, puffing out. Belly Demon spread her talented fingers on the bulge of her own belly, sighing happily.
The three of us stood watching for a moment, "So I suppose we have to take her?" Lynn asked.
"Yep," I said.
"I'm in," Expandra said. Lynn and I looked at her, "My sister's room is up those stairs," she explained to our questioning looks, "Besides," She patted the bulge in her shiny black briefs, "We better do something before she makes us any fatter."
I looked over at our new ally, "I like the jacket," Expandra had added a short dinner jacket and a brief vest to give her a more traditional magicienne's costume.
"Thanks, I didn't have anyplace to put my keys in my old costume."
"Is it designer?"
"Of course. Ramon over at 'A Shiner You', I have all my costumes done there."
"Thanks for the tip, it’s hard to find things that fit in our business."
"And size."
Lynn produced our masks from a pocket.
I settled mine on, "I'm not pumped up enough," I said, "I need more air."
Expandra looked around us at the crowd of men that were either ogling the shapely demon, or ogling their newly rounded girlfriends. She pulled her arms through the air as if gathering something invisible. All around us, partygoers were collapsing with a sigh, becoming unconsciousness as Expandra snatched the air from their lungs.
Beside me, the beautiful and shapely, if slightly swollen currently, magicienne spread her long legs for better balance. Her bulging tummy swelled up in her briefs, the stretch satin creaking as it bulged with her inflating belly. Her bottom, puffed up full and round, plumping out around the seat of her briefs, her wide bottom filling and spreading out from her briefs like a thong. Her hips fattened up, stretching the briefs and stockings alike as she widened out. Expandra's breasts filled up her blouse, pushing, then straining, then bursting the buttons off her blouse as her chest overdeveloped, overfilling her black bra. Her breasts grew before her and out to her sides as well, tenting the too-small blouse where it was still tucked into her cummerbund.
She waddled as her center of gravity shifted as she inflated. She cradled and patted her stomach as she grew rounder and fatter, "Ugh, something's wrong...I'm getting too big!"
"Its the women...you're sucking in their inflated bellies, they're all getting skinny again!"
Expandra grunted as her inflating belly pushed her hands apart on the shiny black expanse of her midsection, "Great, but I'm becoming a blimp here, if I get much fatter, I might not be much help. This is already the biggest I've ever been."
"Expandra, hit me with your bloating attack!"
The Demon was now totally engrossed with the three of us, forgetting the lesser mortals. She licked her lips as Expandra blimped up; the Demon's hips started spreading out wide and full, drawing the infernal material of her outfit tighter around her bulging curves.
"I'll buy you some time," Bubbles said, taking a step towards the wide-hipped, tubby, demon. She jerked the two HK USPs out of her costumes holsters and leveled them at the demon.
I was just opening my mouth to ask her what she planned on doing with those when the twin roar of the .40 cal pistols cut me off. A constant stream of empty shell casings flew from each pistol as she rapid fired the magazines dry. Knowing Lynn, I don't know what that surprised me.
Then I suddenly felt my bunny costume tighten around me. I tried to look down at my belly as I felt it expanding, but my view was blocked my large fullness of my chest. Apparently my costume was so tight that it was forcing the air Expandra was pumping into me into paths of least resistance. My breasts bulged up hugely, my cleavage almost touching my chin.
My hands shot behind me as my rear pumped up large and round, spreading my bottom out around the fluffy tail of my costume. Apparently I was spreading out and filling up up top and down below. My hips fattened up, growing wide and full, with my long legs plumpening and swelling up along their length, my fattening thighs pressed together as I inflated.
Within the super-tight bunny suit, my belly bulged out some, a noticeable amount, but not enough to really mark me as fat, just a little bloated. I certainly didn't have the figure for this outfit anymore; oh my butt was getting so fat! On the plus side, I could feel my body grow stronger as well.
Expandra was looking relieved as she lost volume to me. Her body was still bloated with air, her costume stretched comically over her swollen figure, but while still fat, she didn't look nearly as ungainly as she had a few moments ago.
A silence as the slides on Lynn's pistols locked back. There was no measurable effect on the Demon from the gunfire, though the Demon's breasts seemed to be growing fuller and rounder as she watched me blow up to my heroic proportions. We all saw the clump of jacketed slugs stopped on her big pillowy chest.
"Nice grouping," Expandra offered.
The Demon lashed her tail around one wide hip, the point catching Lynn right in the navel.
"Bubbles!" I shrieked, certain that the pointed tail would eviscerate her.
Lynn gasped as the tail punctured her belly button, then, surprised, she whispered, "Oh thank heaven, it didn't hurt."
The Demon put her hands on the bulge of her tummy and pressed down, the roundness of her belly flattening under her hands...
...While Lynn gasped again as her stomach bulged out roundly from under her top, and strained the waistband of her shorts...
...The talented fingers squeezed her fat hips down to their original luscious curves...
...While Lynn's hips spread out wide, rounding and fattening like her belly...
"Uhhh, Airtankgirl...she's making me get so fat...” Lynn cradled her new full tight, bloated belly, "Ohhh, I'm getting so full...” She moaned.
The Demon snaked her tail out of Lynn's big round belly, allowing my roommate to collapse on the ground, holding her bloated body protectively.
"You fiend, if you've hurt her..."
The demon laughed throatily at me, "Hurt her? I think she likes being nice and stuffed. How about you two," She stepped closer, over my helpless roommate," You both look pretty nice and full, but I bet you could still plump up nicely, what?" Her voice was very deep, inhumanly deep, yet still feminine, compelling actually, seductive-
My ears popped as Expandra tried her vacuum attack on the Demon, startling me out of the demonic glamour. The Demon lost the extra girth of her inflated bustline while Expandra's waistline swelled out enough to finally pop her cummerbund off her bloated body.
"That would have been cute if I breathed,” the Demon said as she reached for me.
I grabbed her arm and turned, using my wide inflated hips to throw her over me and into the wall, where she hit with a window rattling 'THUD'. I was on her in a flash using the super strength in my exaggerated inflated figure to pummel her with both fists. I was impressed despite myself, I was ninja, I was all over her, the piledriver force of my blow landing on her as I chose, bypassing her defenses as if there weren't there.
Then I realized that she wasn't defending herself, and rather than crying out from the beating I was giving her, she was giggling. Yep, not even like an evil-master-of-the-world laugh, but a very girlish, if demonic, giggle.
A quick twist of some demon-fu and I found myself beneath the voluptuous purple fiend. One hand pinned my wrists together against my bulging bustline while she felt the inflated swell of my belly with her hands, "Mmmm yes, plenty more room in you to fill up."
Meanwhile Expandra looked on helplessly. She was still inflated enough to bloat the demon up big enough to make her an awkward, fat target for me, but Expandra wanted a definitive blow struck. In a corner of the room, she found her weapon. Every good party has to have lots of balloons, and those balloons require helium.
The magicienne threw the air she was stuffed with at the Demon, so above me, I saw the look of surprise and.delight, as the Demon began to inflate from Expandra. Her purple tights bulged full and tight over her bloating belly, while her breasts swelled up inside her top like two big balloons, making the material creak and groan. I could feel her belly swelling, getting fatter, pressing against me beneath her. Her expanding girth was growing wide and round as she blimped up.
Now sleek and lithe once again, Expandra vaulted the sofa over to the helium tank. She stuffed the hose in her mouth, spun the valve wide, feeling the lighter than air gas flood into her, causing her shapely curves to bloat out once again as she inflated herself. But this time she opened the power to throw the gas filling her into the Demon, and held it open. The gas hissed from the tank, and through Expandra, not plumping her up any more, but having major effects on the Demon.
The demon's violet slit pupil eyes got big and round, with her body following. Her figure blew up fast and full, like a life raft in tights. In moments her waist had expanded past her full hips, making her torso more egg-shaped as she turned into a blimp.
Her talented hands grasped and petted her ballooning body while she closed her eyes and...purred.
The hiss of the helium tank died under Expandra's hand as it ran dry. The gas lifted the non-blimped demon off of me, giving her just enough buoyancy that her high heels only touched the floor at the toes.
"Well, thank you very much,” she murmured, apparently pleased with her new size, her voice now taking on a funny, high-pitched quality to go over her demonic resonance, "But I didn't get you anything. Oh I know...I've plenty to go around, and round you will be."
That barbed tail lashed out again, fast as a snake, the barb catching the only slightly plump Expandra tight in the navel. The magicienne gasped as she saw what was about to happen, with her helpless to do anything about it.
The Demon squeezed down on her ballooned stomach, while Expandra began to fatten and swell with the helium that she had just pumped into the Demon. Expandra grew wide, then fat, then bloated, then her costume began to creak as her figure became distended, every curve stuffed full of helium from ankle to chin. She pressed her hands to her inflating body as it rose like bread dough, the bulging, full curves of her bloated figure, soft and plush under her hands.
As the now super-bloated Expandra began to float, her body was swollen up so that her arms were absorbed by her inflated torso to the elbows, and her legs had disappeared to the knees from her ballooned belly. She clutched her huge round belly; she pulled against the Demon's tail, which came free from her big stomach with a 'pop'. The Demon smiled at the bobbing, bouncing parade float that Expandra had become. Despite the volume of gas she'd pumped into Expandra, the Demon was still hugely bloated, about on a size with her victim. She had only used half the helium on blowing up Expandra. I had a good idea where the rest was going.
I hate being right.
The pointed tail snapped out at me. Given how fat the demon was, still bloated with half a tank of helium, she couldn't attack facing forward very well, her tail had too much of her inflated girth to get around. Instead she attacked with her back to me. Her aim was still good though, the point of her tail slammed right through my invulnerability, and I immediately felt the helium flowing from her into me. Lynn was right, there was no pain, in fact I was surprised at it was exactly the opposite. My knees went shaky and my vision blurred from the intense pleasure filling me.
My belly grew fat and round, filling up my already straining costume until my bulging waist burst through the seams, allowing my big bare belly to expand freely without the confines of my clothing. My waist was already swollen out to my hips, my torso was becoming round. I only had a moment before I was blown up like Expandra, a helpless parade float of a superheroine.
"Psst!" I looked down, still couldn't see past my overinflated bouncing breasts, looked sideways and saw Bubbles on the floor next to me, one hand supporting her bloated body on the hearth of the fireplace, the other raised towards me as if to give me something. Or receive something.
"The tail!" She hissed, "Before you're too fat to move!"
I grabbed the tail, my super strength pulling it free of me with a 'pop'. I handed the tail to Bubbles...
...Who jammed the point into the nozzle of the gas fireplace, throwing the valve wide open.
The demon thrashed, trying to look behind her swollen body as she blimped up even faster than from the helium. In a moment she was a fat, full, floaty sphere of a demon, her head, hands, feet, and tail stuffed in a big shiny purple ball. I held her tail like the string on a balloon. There didn't even seem to be any fight left in her, her eyes were closed blissfully, her palms pressed against her bloated sides, biting on her lower lip.
I looked around the living room, there were a number of unconscious partiers, and everyone with their wits had fled. The field was ours.
I helped Bubbles up, she was a little rocky from her sudden expansion, "You ok?"
"Yeah," she panted, "I just need to catch my breath, wow!" She was breathing rapidly and her face flushed. When I looked at her chest, I blushed and giggled.
"I know,” she nodded, "We're all nipping out, even Expandra." It was true, even the blimped magicienne was showing her excitement through the blouse drawn tight over her greatly inflated breasts.
"Airtankgirl," Expandra squeaked at me, "Get upstairs, find my sister. I'm too fat to fit in the hall."
I handed the Demon's tail to Bubbles, "On it, and see if you can manage to get something to get Expandra down as well, we can't leave her floating on the ceiling." I tired to vault the banister leading to the second floor, but I found that the Demon had pumped me up so round that, while I didn't lack strength, I certainly didn't have the agility to lightly vault a banister in my bloated condition.
I settled for awkwardly climbing the stairs, my thighs bumping into my lower belly with each step up. I waddled down the hall, finding the open door with the three fat-bellied girls, bursting out of their costumes, lying semi-conscious on the floor. I could see from the taunt material over their inflated breasts that they were just as excited as the rest of us.
"Tabitha?"
A good-looking blonde in a tight, scanty witch’s costume, made tighter and scantier by her big, round, soft belly and her ballooned breasts, rolled over a little and looked up at me.
I took her arm and hauled her upright. At least she wasn't heavy. Holding the shaken, swollen girl upright, we two young women, our distended figures bulging roundly against each other, waddled and staggered downstairs. I hated to leave the other two bloated girls, they were in no danger of getting any fatter at least, but I knew they were going to have some rough explanations when everyone came to.
Downstairs, Bubbles had the Demon bobbing above her by the tail, and Expandra was holding onto one end of her burst cummerbund, while Lynn anchored the other. We made a slow, waddling retreat of our bulgy forms our of the sorority house and into the night.
The need for privacy and space to sort ourselves out led us to a darkened field in the park behind the Delta house.
Expandra's sister was coming around, though she was more surprised at the shape of her sister. Expandra hushed her before she could divulge her name,"-Wow...I mean you were always my big sister, but who knew you'd get this big...I can't believe how bloated you got, you're like a blimp!"
Expandra hugged her round sister, anchoring her buoyant body to the ground, smiling, "That's what big sisters are for, but you aren't exactly slender anymore either, you might have to get used to being fat for a while until I can sort our figures out,” She hugged her sister's swollen belly against the inflated expanse of her own body, "I might be able to find someone to vent all the gas in us to."
"Don't let me find you doing it,” I warned her, "If I catch you blimping up some poor girl just so you can get skinny faster, I'll beat the stuffing out of you." From the set of Expandra's lovely jaw, I could tell we were still enemies. I was sure she wouldn't inflate Bubbles or me right now. Either of us would blow up but I'd still be strong enough to clobber her.
"I think we have a more pressing problem than our figures, ladies,” Bubbles tugged on the Demon's tail, causing her to bob in the air, "What do we do about her?"
"Hmm it seems only fair, she made me this big, she should get the rest of this gas back,” Expandra growled.
"I dunno,” Bubbles said, pulling the inflated demon down where she could gauge the pressure inside her by squeezing her round body, "I think she's pretty full, I don't think she could hold much more without bursting."
"Yes, quite,” Expandra smiled evilly.
"Hang on there," I said, "I'm not so sure we can just explode a creature who's only crime I can see, is making us a little fatter and giving us an orgasm."
Expandra whirled on me, well actually she waddled, "Do I look a little fatter?" She raged in her cartoonishly high-pitched voice, "I'm so blimped up, I float! I look like a parade balloon! My sister, look at her, she can't go back to a sorority looking like she swallowed a beachball."
Tabitha petted the soft, bloated bulge of her belly, "Actually its rather nice-"
"Hush!" the massive magicienne snapped squeakily.
The Demon's eyes snapped open and she smiled at us, "Mmmm how lovely, I feel so huge and you are all fattened up nice and plump, though, it looks as if a couple of you could use some more of this wonderful gas you filled me up with. How about it?"
"That's it, she's toast," Expandra squeaked.
"What?" The round purple demon asked in her own helium voice, "You all like being big and fat, I can tell," she grinned, "I just wanted to play and share too."
"I feel like such a dunce,” I said, "She isn't evil, almost the opposite, she just wanted to be friends and she thought that inflating us all was the way to do it. And we beat her up for it."
"Don't take it too hard ATG,” Bubbles said, "it really doesn't look as if she's all that beaten, she's just blimped."
"Share this,” Expandra said, pushing her hands out at the distended demon. Expandra's bloated body deflated, her clothes loosening on her as her figure regained her normal shapeliness. The helium filling her was forced into the tight round body of the demon that gasped delightedly, creaked tightly as she ballooned up again, and then...KABOOOM! She burst into a cloud of purple dust.
The concussion knocked all of us down. Expandra, the most agile, landed on her trim fit bottom, regained her feet, and pulled the air from her sister, puffing herself back up to a round fullness. She waved the now-slim Tabitha behind her, while she faced me down as I stood up.
"How could you?"
She pointed a finger at herself, "Villain,” she said, her voice back to normal, as if explaining everything, "Not tonight Airtankgirl, but soon." She warned me, backing away from us.
I was too tired, and too bloated for a fight, so I nodded, letting the sisters fade into the gloom. I sighed tiredly as Bubbles waddled up next to me.
"Well here we are, no party, no dates, fat and bloated again, and I'm never going to get my deposit back on this costume. I think they have a strict 'your burst it, you bought it' policy
Something purple and voluptuous grabbed us each by a shoulder and hugged us. We leapt back as the once again shapely demon smiled at us.
"Oh she's great, I can't wait to find her again!"
"You exploded!" I said.
"Of course I did, I was full. Mmmm, and I was so full too!" She purred in her deep demonic voice.
"You explode often then?" Bubbles asked.
"As frequently as possible, don't you?" she asked, her waist bulging, and Bubbles and I felt a pleasurable pressure within us.
"No, " I gasped firmly, "Not at all, ever."
"Oh,” The Demon said, mollified, her waist slightly fuller as the pressure in us mortals faded, "Good to know. I'd like little hints like that if I'm going to stick around here."
"You're staying?" I asked, aghast.
She nodded, her big purple horns bobbing, "Sure, you guys couldn't exorcise me away. We're going to have so much fun!"
"Aw, hell,” Bubbles was grinning at me, "What?" I asked.
"Can we keep her?"
"Manda, look at those women there!" Lynn hissed at me.
I looked over my fashion magazine at the two women walking into the coffee shop. They were about the same age, late twenties, older than us. They were both attractive and both dressed well in designer clothes, one in tight jeans and a loose top, the other in a casual jacket and skirt set in a lovely salmon colour silk blend.
Their clothes weren't exactly why Lynn had alerted me. Rather it was what was filling them. The figures of both women were noticeably and obviously inflated. Their bodies bulged in exaggerated hourglass shapes from the gas filling them.
The blonde in jeans was filling her jeans in a very well-padded way, the tight denim bulging around her inflated hips and bottom, while her top, meant to be loose was now tight across her swollen chest, the extra volume of her inflated breasts drawing the bottom edge of her top up, exposing her midriff.
Her companion, a brunette, whose wide hips and round bottom filled her skirt almost to bursting across her figure, was even bigger up top. Her bust was so exaggerated that her overfull breasts pushed her jacket wide open, making her overstuffed bra quite visible through her stretched out sweater top.
The bloated pair made quite an impression on everyone else, for naturally when a 50-inch F cup bustline bounces into view, no one cannot look. Just as many women we watching them as were men. They two ladies made polite apologies for any collisions their expanded curves had with other customers, until they reached their table, and with some difficulty due to the tightness of their clothes, managed to sit their wide, inflated bottoms, in the small coffee shop seats.
"We so have to find out what their story is," I said, rising from my seat.
"I'm right behind you."
We moved made better time getting to their table, give our, relatively, uninflated bodies, "Excuse me,” I asked, my professional curiosity overcoming my natural shyness.
Both women looked up at me, "Yes?" asked the woman in the bulging skirt suit. There was something about the casual candidness of her answer in that one word that made me suspect something strange was going on. This close to her I was positive that she and her friend were inflated, but the whole vibe I got from their expressions, their voices and their body language was that they weren't aware that they were inflated!
I was a little shaken, I was ready to interrogate, I was ready to defeat evasions, I wasn't planning on dealing with people that didn't even know they had been blown up.
"Uh, I just had to say I really like your outfit. Where did you get it?"
"Why thank you, I got it at Lord & Taylor’s," she smiled up at me.
"But if you get one make sure you're careful with the fit, Ronnie's practically bursting out of hers,” Her friend chimed in with a smile and a little laugh.
Ronnie looked down at her large, full breasts bulging out of her jacket, "Well, it may have shrunk a bit at the cleaners, but its funny how much bigger it makes me feel,” she pressed a hand into the front of her plush bustline, "I mean," she blushed and giggled a little, "I feel so...big!" Both women laughed, their overinflated breasts bouncing on the tops of their table.
Lynn and I glanced at each other, she decided to try the other one, "Well you both look a little, uh, big," she said, uncharacteristically diplomatic. "How are you women feeling today?"
"Well," the blonde began, "I was feeling a little, well, you know," she puffed out her cheeks and held her hands out in front of her to indicate a greater girth, "Sort of bloated, I was actually afraid that I wouldn't be able to fit into these jeans, but I think it was my imagination because I was able to squeeze into them after all."
"Sooo, you tow don't find anything unusual about you clothes, or your bodies today?" I prompted.
They looked at each other, eying each other up and down, bulging clothing, straining seams and all.
"Nope."
"Uh uh."
"Manda, what's going on, they're stuffed like turkeys, are they stoned?" Lynn whispered out the side of her mouth.
"Hypnotized?" I guessed, in a whisper.
"What do we do with them?"
"Well, they aren't getting any bigger since they came in, and they don't seem to be in danger, or even upset...I don't know what we can do. It's not a crime to be bloated."
We thanked Ronnie and her friend, Betty, for their time, and walked back to our table, where we both sat in silence, mentally chewing over the interview. We sulked and pondered for the whole next twenty minutes, while the two inflated women finished their drinks and shared a cookie. As they extricated their swollen bodies from their chairs and gathered up their shopping bags, and made their clumsy way out, again apologizing almost continuously every time one of their overstuffed curves bumped into someone, I had an epiphany.
I snapped my fingers, bolted from my chair and ran out the door to catch them in the street. Lynn gaped at my explosion into action, but recovered quickly and was only a few steps behind me.
"Excuse me! Ronnie!"
The bloated brunette waddled around to face me, "Yes?"
"Were you ladies shopping today?" I asked nodding at the bags they each carried.
"Sure, Lord & Taylor’s, the same place I got this outfit."
"Both of you?"
Betty held her bag out, displaying the department store's logo on it.
"Let's roll."
I was familiar with the upscale clothiers, so I led the way up to the second floor, where swimwear was to be found.
"Can I help you?" The shop girl asked.
"Hi..." I looked at her nametag, "...Tina, we were wanting to get some new bathing suits, what do you have that might look good on us?"
The shop girl squinted at us thoughtfully, sizing us up and noting our colours, then nodded and trotted off to a rack where she picked out two swimsuits without hesitation. She was obviously a master of her craft and lady of her domain, knowing exactly what she had for exactly what need.
Returning, she handed us the swimsuits on their hangers and waved us into the fitting rooms where we stripped down and slid into the new swimsuits. In just a few moments we were able to step out, barefoot, into the fitting parlour.
My bathing suit was a one piece in a dull green colour while Lynn came out with a one-piece in a dark blue. The fit and styling was really spot on though. We looked each other over, and looked ourselves over in the three-way mirror.
"Well?" the shop girl asked, looking smug.
"The colours both seem a little darker than current fashion," I mused critically.
"Really?" the shop girl asked. "I think you'll find that the dark green really makes your tan look even richer," she turned to Lynn, "And always use a darker colour to bring out the colour of your eyes."
"Oh," that made sense, she certainly knew her field.
The shop girl smiled at us seeing us fall under her spell, "Oh you ladies look wonderful, those suits really flatter your figure. You get such great cleavage from them."
"Oh," I looked down at my chest, watching my cleavage deepen as my breasts swelled up inside my bathing suit. I smiled and looked over at Lynn whose chest was similarly inflating, the soft hiss of the spandex tightening and shifting over our expanding bustlines.
"These suits really flatter our figures," I said, my breasts bulging out the sides of my suit. I was already a little inflated so I was affected even more.
"We get such great cleavage from them," Lynn added smiling at her now substantially inflated breasts.
The shop girl goggled at my top-heavy shape while I smiled complacently, smoothing the swimsuit over my figure, and turning at the waist to better see myself since I couldn't see much over my massive chest.
"Wow, I may not know my own strength", Tina muttered, "She's blown up like a balloon!" Addressing us again, she said in a more normal volume of voice, "the cut in the seat of these is the latest thing, it really draws attention to your best assets."
Lynn was turned with her back to the mirror, watching her own bottom fill up full and round, straining in the tightening spandex of her bathing suit, "This bathing suit makes my butt look so good!" she exclaimed, running her hands across her newly-widened rear.
I put my hands on my rear, smiling as I felt my bottom spread out, tightening the seat of my bathing suit, then plumping out the sides as my bottom swelled up round and full, "I know, I don't think I've ever had a swimsuit that suited my figure so well!"
Tina stared at the overinflated hourglass shape I had developed, my bloated curves bulging and straining in my too-small bathing suit, "Jeez, I hope she doesn't burst!" she muttered, "Um, I think you ladies have made your decision." I don't want to suggest them any more, Tina thought, the tall one is getting so fat I don't know if she'll be able to fit in the clothes she came in with.
I had decided to buy the new bathing suit and easily talked Lynn into purchasing hers. We retreated into the changing rooms. I skimmed off my tight, sexy bathing suit, feeling the bulging curves of my figure bobbling and bouncing as I tried to stuff myself back into my street clothes.
I could still feel my tummy bulging out of my pants as I tried to get dressed again, and I continued to try to stuff my belly into my strangely smaller pants. This wasn't helped by not really being able to see anything of myself below my bust, I wound up trying to hold down my large breasts while holding my tummy flat and zipping up my pants, I was about two hands short. Even using the dressing room mirror, I was able to let my big boobs bounce free but I was still at least one hand short of being able to close my pants.
There was a knock at my stall door, and I heard my friend's voice, "Everything working out in there?"
"Lynn...ughh...get in here,” I grunted, struggling with my waistband.
Lynn opened the door and stepped in, her full figure squishing up against me, "I'm not sure there's room enough in this stall for both of us. What's going on?"
"I can't get my pants to close, look how small they are on me!"
"Wow, there's no way you can fit into those, are you sure they're your pants? Maybe someone put your pants away and left you with these?"
"That must be it, got out there and find me something that fits, ask Tina the shop girl."
Lynn stepped out of the stall, and I heard her conversing with Tina, explaining my dilemma. A moment or two later, a pair of Lycra blend trousers dropped over the door of the stall. I reflexively checked the tag, "I don't wear a 14!" I shrieked.
"It's...European sizing. It'll fit!" Tina assured me.
I was able to finally stuff my figure into them, though it was still very snug, but I wasn't really averse to wearing tight clothing anyway.
Newly dressed I stepped out, smoothing the new slacks over my big curves, though I had to leave my shirt unbuttoned from the bust up, my large breasts filled my shirt and bra to bulging.
Lynn was standing at the sales counter, her wide hips and full round bottom bulging in her tight jeans while her full bust bounced against the counter as she signed for her purchases. I walked up next to her to complete the business portion of the transaction. My bill was a little higher due to my purchasing two garments. I paused over the gratuity, in upscale clothiers referred to as 'consideration'. I considered how helpful Tina was, and wrote down a nice round thousand dollar consideration.
Having satisfied our tribute to consumerism, we left the store, mostly ignoring the stares of passers-by. Just as we passed the pet store I practically collided with a tall shapely blonde woman in a dark pants suit and sweater. I say practically because she didn't actually make it to colliding with me, rather she ran into and bounced off of my extra big bust.
We paused to make sure the woman was all right, and Lynn picked up the bag of rabbit chow she's dropped in the collision. She sputtered a bit, catching her breath, the looked at me in the eye, swore, hauled back as if to hit me of all things, then recovered her composure, but still looking a bit shaky.
"Are you ok?" I asked.
She looked at me, mouth open and eyes wide.
"Maybe she's deaf,” Lynn suggested, leaning right in front of her field of vision, "ARE YOU-"
"I'm fine, I'm not deaf," she interrupted Lynn, absently reclaiming her bag, "Uh...how are you guys doing?"
"What, us? We're swell! Thanks for asking."
She nodded, "Uh huh, you look...swell." She looked for a moment as if she was going to say something, then thought better of it and smiled at us, "My apologies, I must have not been looking where I was going." As Lynn and I left her behind, continuing on our way home, I faintly heard her say, "Villain," as if that was supposed to explain why she walked into us.
We were only another block down when a city bus splashed through a large puddle of cold rainwater directly in front of where we stood on the curb. The icy, and rather dirty, water hit us with a shock that made us both squeal in outrage at being drenched. I shook the water from my face and hair, frozen in a stance of shock from our impromptu bath.
"Lynn?"
"Yeah?" came the gasping reply from my roomie.
"Did we just squeal?"
"Yeah."
"Oh,” We relaxed our rigid, shocked stance, shaking water from our hands and looking at ourselves and each other eyes and mouths open wide.
"What the heck happened to us?" I breathed, trying to stare at Lynn and checking out my own figure at the same time, "We're so...big."
Lynn pressed her hands into her ballooned breasts, then tested the pressure in her overinflated bottom, "We're...stacked!" She looked around, "People are staring."
"Of course they are. I'm bigger than you and even I'm staring at you. Can you run?"
Lynn hugged her inflated figure, "I...I don't know. I'm so stuffed into my clothes, I feel like I'm going to burst out of them if I move too quick."
"Alley then,” I grabbed her hand and we both swayed our exaggerated figures into a nearby alleyway, moving down it away from the street where a few curious bystanders still peered into the alley from its mouth.
"Masks," Lynn said, donning hers.
"M-oh hell,” I searched my pockets, "I lost mine!"
"We can track it, just get us out of here!"
I grabbed my inflated roommate, holding her awkwardly due to the extra inches we were both sporting. I flexed my legs and sprang for the sky in escape. A few fast, high altitude jumps later, we landed atop the Fatcave, then dropped through the skylight into our living room.
"Ooof!" We both exclaimed, dropping onto the sofas of choice. We both immediately undid the buttons and flies of our pants letting our expanded tummies bulge out.
"Geez, I’m huge, I can't see anything past my chest,” Lynn groaned, cupping her inflated breasts in her hands.
"I know, and I'm even bigger. Whew, we should get into costume."
Lynn bounced off her inflated bottom to stand up, swaying off to her room; "If you think they'll fit..." she called over her shoulder.
I walked into my room, conscious of the extreme sway my inflated hips were giving my walk. I pulled out my costume and once again thanked whoever it was that invented spandex, the only material that stretched enough to slide over all of my overinflated figure. Pulling my arms through the sleeves I looked at my body in the mirror, big, ballooned breasts swelling inside the top of my tights, a plump round tummy and plush wide hips and bottom. I looked...sexy.
I started at this revelation, clapping my hand over my mouth, then threw open the door and stalked, ok, jiggled really, into the living room, glaring around suspiciously.
"Faelina," I growled.
"Yes?" came the deep, yet indistinct reply from somewhere in the room.
"Get thee behind me demon,” I grumbled at our invisible houseguest.
I managed not to shriek when the demoness' soft lips touched my ear, "I am behind you,” she said in her very deep yet feminine voice. Her tone was perpetually and sardonically twisted with her infernal amusement at foolish mortals.
I turned to face the voluptuous, green haired, demoness, and giggled, my sense of humor overcoming my irritation at our houseguest.
In an attempt to get Faelina to blend in around campus (as if you could have a tall, gorgeous, stacked, girl with green hair, big curling horns, a barbed tail, batwings, slit pupil eyes, a voice that sounded like a thunderstorm and a mouth full of huge shark like teeth blend in) Lynn, in her own slightly twisted sense of humor, had been picking out clothes for Faelina to replace her usual shiny purple skintight outfit.
So what made me giggle was our demoness dressed in knee socks, a short plaid miniskirt and a white blouse with a short school blazer over it. So she looked like, well, like an adolescent's fantasy schoolgirl. Naturally, Lynn being Lynn she had convinced Faelina to stuff herself into a skirt that was way too short and tight and a blouse that wouldn't actually button closed. It was pretty comical, and also again annoying, because Faelina carried off the trampy, sexy look with so little effort.
Freshly re-grouchy, something about Faelina really got on my nerves, I scowled at the demoness, "First, back off."
She obediently stepped back one-step.
"Second, whatever you are doing to me, stop it."
"Whatever do you mean?" She purred. She always purred.
It really annoyed me that I reflexively believed her, but knew better. Demons are experts at appearing sincere, "I mean, my body is all revved up, I'm turned on, and even you're attractive to me you creature of the pit. So that tells me you're mucking up my hormones or something."
"Well, just a little. But you come in here all pumped up, so round, so firm, so fully packed, what's a girl supposed to think?"
"You aren't a girl Faelina, you're a demon. And you're the most oversexed creature I've ever met, so please stop whatever it is you are doing to me before I have to embarrass myself by trying and failing to hurt you."
Bubbles came bouncing out of her room, her over-inflated chest and hips straining in her two piece black spandex costume, her inflated belly bulging over the waistband of her briefs, "Hey is Faelina over there?" She called to me.
The demoness stepped into view, waving.
"Thought so, I'm so horny I can't see straight."
"Bubbles!" I cried, shocked.
"Geez 'Manda, its not like you aren't either, its just what Faelina does."
"You look very good Bubbles,” Faelina rumbled, nodding at her over-inflated figure.
"Thanks, I'm not sure about the two piece though, I feel a little fat." She patted the soft swell of her belly.
"Is that your idea of a joke?" I asked Bubbles, nodding at the demoness' wardrobe.
Bubbles looked Faelina up and down, "Yes."
"She's barely in it," I muttered.
Bubbles tapped the bulge my ballooned breasts were making as I overfilled the top of my costume.
Faelina took an uncharacteristic cue and walked into the living room and sat down on a couch. We both watched the demoness' ample bottom sway to the couch.
I shook my head, "That girl, I don't know why she gets on my nerves so much. I guess I'm still riled that that...that shop girl was able to put one over on us so easily."
Bubbles shrugged, her large chest bouncing, "It's not so bad. I mean, it's not like anyone got killed or anything,” She looked down at herself and ran her hands down her super curvy body, "Y'know, this is actually quite a body I've got now," she mused.
"Do you want to keep it?"
"No, she sighed, "Though I'd love to have this body when Sven was around," she grinned.
"You're as bad as Faelina."
"I wish," she snorted, "Nah, we still have to take that chick down."
"Did you track my mask?"
Bubbles favoured me with a patient look, "Manda, our masks are a marvel of fashion and microelectronic engineering. They are comfy, they stay in place they fold, they act as a cell phone and radio, they hold a gas tube ready for use from the belt canisters, and they are GPS locatable. I know all this because I built them."
"So that's a yes?"
"Yes."
"Not bad for a theatre major."
She grinned, "Not bad at all."
"So, we know where she is, we need a plan."
"Can I help?" Faelina asked, the creepy infernal acoustics of her voice made it sound as if she was standing right next to us when in fact she was still sitting on the couch, twenty feet away.
"No!" I snapped, "Sorry," I apologised to Bubbles.
"It's not me you have to apologise to."
"I just don't know why Faelina gets on my nerves so much."
"Is it because she doesn't pay any rent?"
"No."
"Is it because she's a demon?"
"Probably."
Bubbles shook her head, grinning her 'I'm so much bloody smarter than you' grin, "No its not. It's partly what she represents. All the things that you aren't. Power without consequences. And there's the unfortunate resemblance."
I leaned my elbows on the countertop, knowing how much she liked to lecture. Then I moved my arms apart as my over-pumped breasts rested on the counter top as well. Geez, I was big!
"Faelina, come her for a-"
The demon stepped casually over to us as if she weren't sitting in another room an instant ago.
"-good. Get rid of the horns like we talked about."
The demon reached up and broke the horns off flush from her forehead, then opened her mouth and stuffed one than the other in the wood chipper of her mouth chewing, and swallowing.
"Suffering cats!" I yelped, never having seen this demonstrated.
"Pull in those teeth, do your eyes," I watched her teeth reshape themselves into a more human fashion and her eyes turned large, round and dark green, "and your hair dear, brown with a hint of red, auburn. Just right!"
"God's holy trousers," I breathed, "She looks...normal." It was true; there wasn't a hint of demonic influence in her features. She could have easily passed for any normal attractive college girl...I looked at her again, and screamed.
"Pod people! Pod people!" I shrieked, falling backwards, bouncing on my inflated bottom, scooting away from the demoness.
She looked like me.
Bubbles bent over, a little awkwardly, given her inflated figure, to give me an arm up. Once standing again, I couldn't not stare at my doppelganger.
"Oh my god,” I whispered, "I look like a demon."
"Sorry," Faelina said with my face and her deep voice, and let her eyes elongate, her hair shimmered back to green and her teeth blossomed.
"That's why you really don't like her,” Bubbles said softly. She looked me in the eye, concerned, "Hey, you ok? You're white as a sheet and your eyes look glazed."
"I think I'm in shock,” I muttered dully, then slowly brightening with each word, "But I think you've given me an idea. I'll deal with my demonic resemblance later, first we have a villainess to catch!"
In her apartment, Tina stared at her kitchen table where the little folded pair of connected diamonds that was my mask rested. She jumped as the device chirped, then chirped again, and again until the shop girl finally picked it up, the mask flipping open ready to wear or be used like a cell phone. She put the sleek little device to her ear, "Hello?"
The front door to her apartment crashed inwards, dropping to the floor, knocked totally free of its hinges. I strode in, making my heroic entrance, only slightly marred by my supersized proportions bouncing a little in my tight costume, "Hiya Tina,” I looked down at my greatly inflated chest then back to her, "We need to talk."
"Airtankgirl?" she exclaimed, "But you're so...big!"
"I know, thanks very much, you did this to me this afternoon. Two girls buying swimsuits, remember? My phone was in the pair of slacks I was too big to fit back into. Thanks for hanging onto it for me." I held out my hand and she closed the phone and dropped it my hand, which I then tucked into my utility belt.
Tina closed her eyes in exasperation, "Oh, that was you, I had no idea-"
"Of course not, but how many people have you blown up like that? I ran into two of your other victims this morning. What's your game? And answer carefully, if I even so much as strain a seam I'll punch your lights out!"
The slim young shop girl sagged, collapsing into a chair, "Working there I discovered I had the ability to inflate, not only one's ego, but one's figure. I don't understand it, but I've figured out that it only works apparently on young, fit women. Usually the attractive and shapely types such as yourself. The start of the scam was just to get you pumped up and agreeable enough to sign for big considerations. Then I figured out that if people with nice hourglass figures like yours suddenly found themselves a little fattened up then they'd pay to keep themselves as slim and trim as you are. It was like, blackmailing people for their figures, pay and you stay nice and shapely, like you are in that costume, don't pay up and watch your figure expand like bread dough.
"You were a surprise though Airtankgirl, I had no idea why you were so responsive to my powers, you're delightful figure just seemed to blow up, I guess the inflatable nature of your fantastic body made you more susceptible to my powers. Before you knew it, you had blown up much fatter than I expected." Tina stopped talking then looked up at me.
I was standing over the dejected villainess, but I wasn't actually interested in her story anymore. I was staring at the shiny white spandex swell that my body had become. Somehow she had managed to sneak her powers in on me and I'd ballooned up! I pressed my hands into my fattened body, swelling up in my tights, my torso and waist rounding out. My figure had gone from an overstuffed hourglass to egg-shaped!
"Ugh," I grunted, waddling as my expanding belly pushed my legs apart, my spandex tights creaking as my girth increased, "What have you done to me? I...I'm getting so fat!"
Tina stood up with a wicked little grin, "Too fat to catch me now!" She ducked nimbly under my flailing arm and dashed for the open doorway.
She got one step out the door, but never saw the punch that took her down.
Tina sprawled across the lawn, then sat up, looking woozily at Bubbles and myself, then she looked at the ruined open doorway of her apartment where another Airtankgirl was waddling through the doorframe, her round bloated sides squishing as she squeezed herself through the door with a 'POP'. The dazed shop girl looked back up at bubbles and myself, shaking her head as if to clear it.
Bubbles and I had gone through substantial figure enhancement as well, we'd also gone from the overstuffed hourglass to growing fat and round. My white and her black spandex tights creaked and bulged as out bodies inflated, making our costumes full and tight around us.
Faelina waddled over to us, shaking her head, changing her hair back to its original green and her horns and teeth growing back, her body assuming its normal design, the straining white tights on her overfilled body changed to her preferred purple. Her arms rested on her bloated sides as she patted her newly fattened belly, "Hi, I guess there were a few unexpected effects?" She said in her deep voice, nodding toward our fattened bodies.
"It mostly worked out fine,” I replied, "We laid out here monitoring your action inside the apartment through the mask comlink. We got the whole conversation but when she turned on her power we were pretty surprised when we started to swell up as well."
"Though we didn't get hit with the suggestion whammy, we were still in control of our minds even as we inflated even bigger." Bubbles added, patting the soft spandex dome of her ballooned belly, "Did you suffer any from her powers of suggestion?"
Faelina chuckled, "Please, I'm a demon remember? The only thing she did was fatten me up a bit,” she smiled horribly, "And I happen to like it."
Bubbles and I shifted our bloated bodies, feeling our costumes grow even tighter as our bodies swelled in response to the arousal radiating from the distended demoness. Sitting on the lawn Tina yelped as her body raised up as her bottom plumped up inside her yoga pants and gasped as she looked down to see her chest expanding inside her hoodie.
"Wha...what's happening to me? I feel so hot...and so...full?"
We three bloated superheroines, our inflated bodies stretching out our costumes smiled down at the growing villainess who was responsible for our fuller, fatter figures.
"Oh that's Faelina, it’s the effect she has on people. Would you like to show the nice villainess what else you can do Faelina?"
The demon wiggled her plumply inflated bottom, shaking loose her barbed tail, which she held up in front of her, then shot into Tina's bellybutton. We all watched as Tina's body began to bulge and swell from Faelina inflating her. Her yoga pants filled up in the front with a large full belly, then stretched out behind her as her bottom fattened up to match new, wide hips. Her legs plumped up along their length while her hoodie strained as her breasts inflated like balloons. Bubbles and I shared a look as Faelina smiled, pumping Tina up even more. Her plump legs spread out as her belly ballooned between them; her torso filled up and rounded out even more that we were. Tina's swelling torso was starting to take up her arms and legs, her body had grown fat and rounded out all the way to her elbows and knees.
"Ugh, what have you done to me? I...I've gotten so fat!" She gasped, parroting Faelina's words inside the apartment.
The demoness chuckled again, patting Tina's blimped body, pulling her tail free, and tipping her over on her side, "There, she should be pretty easy to roll over to the police."
I nodded, "Yeah I think detective Frey will be very glad to see you. She has a special soft spot for inflating villainesses-"
"Yeah, her waistline," Bubbles joked, "you want some help getting her over there?"
"Nah, I may be fat, but I’m still super strong. I think the fewer inflated superheroines there are out here, the better. I'll roll her over," I patted Tina's bloated body, "You two head back to base,” I easily rolled the blimped villainess to the parking lot and out into the street.
Epilogue: (third person)
Bubbles and Faelina watched Airtankgirl roll Tina out of sight, and then Bubbles sighed and leaned her fattened bulk against Faelina's equally inflated body.
The demoness looked down at the short, inflated blonde superheroine, "Are you injured?"
Bubbles laughed and straightened up, "No Fae, I'm not hurt, it's just the erotic radiation coming off you has me so turned on I'm weak in the knees."
Faelina smiled horribly, "Is it anything I can help you with?" she asked, deflating her waistline leaving her hips wide and full, a round plush bottom and big full breasts.
Bubbles bit her lip, looking down the street in the direction of the police station, "No," she said hesitantly.
Faelina shook her head, her hair, eyes and teeth changing to normal human. She still had her horns and tail, "If you're certain," she said in Amanda's voice. stepping closer, her body pressing into Bubbles' big, inflated belly, her taloned hands resting on Bubbles' bloated sides.
Bubbles smiled up at the demoness, "Okay, but if you tell anyone, you have to move out."
"Deal"
Saturday mornings were a calm slow time in our household. That was really surprising actually, given that the house was in fact a converted water tower ten stories above the ground and it was also the secret base of the local superheroine, Airtankgirl. Me. I liked to spend my Saturday mornings doing nothing more than sitting in my jammies, reading magazines, and ignoring the doughnuts for a grapefruit. Which was exactly what I was doing at the moment.
The household was also currently plagued by a demon. Faelina wasn't a bad demon really, as demons went, but I was convinced that one of her many super powers was annoying the hell out of me. Which she exactly what she was doing at the moment. The voluptuous, green-haired demoness sat on top of one of the kitchen chairs, perched like a vulture, her wings counter-balancing her, extending or shifting with a rustle of dark, leathery skin. Today apparently was the day Faelina discovered cereal because she was well on her way to polishing off a whole box of Count Chocula, after demolishing my cornflakes and Lynn's Atomic-Frosted Sugar Bombs.
"Most people eat those with milk," I pointed out, and, uh, don't eat the entire box as a single serving. Including the box itself"
"But it has sugar on it," Faelina cleverly counter-argued.
I didn't get the chance to point out to the stupid demon that just because cardboard had sugar on it was no reason to eat it, contrary to the opinions of the entire breakfast cereal industry, because at exactly that moment Lynn padded out into the kitchen, in her normal, semi-conscious morning state.
When I lounge I do it in style, in my green silk jammies and slippers. Faelina could be wearing anything, and this morning she was alluringly dressed in a tight tank top and some rolled up sweatshorts. Lynn, having just gotten up, was still in the big t-shirt and sleek, snug white panties she usually slept in.
This morning, padded aptly described my teammate. Her sleepwear was stretched tight around her large, bloated body, Her t-shirt looked stuffed full of her extra large breasts and the dome of her belly, while the white stretch satin panties were stretched across the expanse of her tummy as it bulged up in the front and the wide spread of her hips and fully-plumped bottom that threatened to bulge out of the seat of her underwear.
Faelina and I both watched, wide eyed as Lynn, holding her fattened belly like an armful of pillows stuffed into her t-shirt, carefully arranged her wide butt onto one of the kitchen chairs, letting her round belly settle between her open legs.
"'Morning," she greeted us.
"'Morning," I gasped back.
"Hey," she asked, as if the thought was new to her, "Do either of you know why I'm so fat today?" she asked, pressing her hands against her soft, plush curves.
"I had nothing to do with it," It was true too, I was actually pretty slim at the moment, I only had a few inches of gas in me to keep up my strength and invulnerability, and of course close proximity to Faelina tended to fill me up with a few more inches.
"Not I," said the demoness.
"Well then, if it wasn't either of you, why am I so fat?"
"What's happened to you?"
"That's what I'm trying to figure out," Lynn replied distractedly, still petting her bloated figure, "When I went to bed last night, I was normal, then I wake up this morning and I look like the Pillsbury Doughgirl!"
Faelina and I rushed around opposite sides of the kitchen table to Lynn. We both examined her swollen body, testing the pressure of whatever was filling her up, "How do you feel?" we both asked at the same time.
Lynn laughed, "Stuffed of course, look at me!"
"Are you heavy?" I asked?
"No, I don't think my weight has changed at all actually, just my girth."
Faelina pressed her hands on Lynn's full, fat belly, "Feels like a typical gas inflation," she remarked professionally in her deep voice.
"We should probably get you down to the lab to get a better look at you." I suggested.
"That was going to be my next stop if you guys weren't responsible," Lynn said, "But after breakfast. Is there coffee? Ooo, doughnuts!" She poured a cup of coffee and opened the family-size bag of frosted doughnuts.
I took my seat and frowned at my grapefruit while Lynn was stuffing herself with doughnuts.
She noticed my look, "What?" or at least that's what I think she said since her mouth was full of fried dough. She swallowed, "like I'm going to get fat? Oh wait, I'm already fat!"
I reached over and stole a doughnut, "If I get fat, I'll blame you as a bad influence."
"Hey, you're taking two!"
The three of us gathered in the large single room that was Lynn's combination laboratory and workshop. Lynn herself, puttered busily with her computer, a gas spectrograph, the bewildering array of glass beakers and tubing of her chemistry set. She looked for all the world like a research scientist with her blonde hair pulled up, her glasses on, and a labcoat. Of course she was still in her underwear underneath it. Also, of course, the lab coat gaped open in the front because of her big inflated belly and chest. The puffed-up swells of her bottom and hips printed their exaggerated curves on the little it of the labcoat that covered her.
Faelina sat normal human fashion, straddling a stool nearby. She wasn't perching, demon-style because several hours of uninterrupted breakfast was showing it's effects on her lush figure. Her belly had become round and full, bulging against the waistband of her rolled up sweatshorts, her fattened tummy leaving her in no shape to have her knees drawn up against her chest as she perched, her stomach was too fat for it, not that it seemed to bother the demoness any, she sat petting her stuffed midsection while alternatively watching Lynn and her own tummy.
I was sitting on the other stool, not really sure what I could do to contribute, having no head for science myself, but feeling my presence was necessary as I was sort of the leader of our merry little band of swollen superheroines.
Speaking of swollen, I looked down at my chest as I fidgeted with my jammie top, plucking at it to loosen it some as it started to fill, rising up with my curves.
"Faelina...stop it. I'm already big enough."
The demon looked over at me with a start, then smiled horribly when she noticed my chest puffing up, then saw the look on my face and made an obvious effort to control herself. To be fair, it wasn't entirely her fault. Faelina exuded a sexual energy that tended to make any attractive woman near her grow fuller in the bust and hips. Usually only a few inches, but it was always noticeable to the nearby woman, and anyone looking at her. It was why we couldn't take her out too often. Her mere presence tended to puff up the figures of any women around her, including us. Due to the nature of my powers, I was very susceptible to this effect which was why I was now looking at my swollen breasts puff up into a 44 F cup. The demoness grunted, which was the closest I was going to get to contriteness from a demon. Despite that, my breasts didn't deflate any either.
"Huh, that's interesting," Lynn murmured after a while.
We stopped our squabble to look at her as she waddled her bloated body around to face us. She touched a few keys on the computer and the desktop sprang up giant sized on a blank white wall nearby.
On the projected screen I could see a wide black band with little stripes of colour.
Lynn opened her mouth to explain what we were seeing and I cut her off before she even got started, "Is this the sciency bit that explains why you're so fat?"
My roommate stalled in her lecture and stared at me, "Yes."
"Oh, ok."
Lynn looked at the screen, back at me, than the screen again, "This is the spectrograph of the gas currently distending my body," she patted her full round sides, making a sound like a soft bass drum, "and this," another stripey black band appeared on the screen, but with a different pattern, "Is the spectrograph of the gas you fill up with. Notice the differences." Then a third stripey band appeared which was, not matching the gas Lynn was pumped full of, but it was very similar, "And this is Faelina's infernal gas."
Faelina sometimes appeared to be a little ditzy, but in fact there was nothing missing in demonic intelligence, she noticed the similarity immediately and shook her head, her horns waving in denial, "but I had nothing to do with it." She rumbled.
Lynn shook her own head, dismissing the notion that Faelina was responsible, "Oh I know that. I believe you and the evidence backs it up. But whatever I'm stuffed full of," she pressed a palm into her soft bulging belly, "definitely seems to be supernatural in origin, I don't suppose there are any other inflating demons you know of is there?" Lynn and I laughed a little at the joke.
"Actually..." Faelina said, raising one taloned finger. We stopped, seeing the thoughtful look on Faelina's face.
"There are other inflating demons?" Lynn asked her.
"Not...exactly...demons."
"What then?" I asked.
"Umm...undead," she said in a meek bass.
We blinked, "The undead?" I whispered, "You mean like the dead, but sorta, un?"
Faelina nodded, "Yes, just like that."
"Faelina," Lynn asked, her voice shaking a little, "Can you tell me what has happened to me to make me blow up like this?"
The demon grunted, "I can tell you what I know, which might not fit all the facts."
"It's ok, I'm getting used to not fitting into things," Lynn quipped.
"The undead are a lesser, the least really in the infernal food chain. Have you ever heard of the Inflampire?"
"Of course we've heard of Vampires."
"No, the Inflampire. A beautiful Wallachian noblewoman who, a few centuries ago would capture pretty local girls and use a bellows to pump them up and make them fat so she'd remain the slimmest, most attractive woman in her realm."
"You're kidding." I said.
"But, after years of this, the peasantry rose up against her-"
"Yeah, in your face petty bourgeois!" Lynn crowed.
I poked my elbow into her swollen waist, "Quiet, I want to hear this."
Faelina continued, "So eventually, the local farmers and their plumply inflated wives and daughters stormed her castle, rather slowly of course because it's not easy waddling up those Wallachian mountain passes."
"And they burned her castle to the ground?" Lynn guessed.
Faelina frowned at the interruption, "No...castles are made of stone, they don't burn. The townspeople found their advance stalled at the castle walls. One young mother, pretty, but already inflated by the evil Countess vowed she wouldn't stand to see her daughters blown up like balloons like she was, and hatched a daring plan. The local woodcutters built a tall pyre. The young woman was moved into place at the top of the pyre.
"Then the villagers lit the pyre. The flames took the logs quickly, but the great height of the pyre allowed the heat to build and grow without the flames actually reaching the young woman. Soon the heat built up enough that the inflated young woman began to grow lighter as the air inside her heated up. Now, her bloated body being lighter than the cooler mountain air around her, she floated over the castle walls, cooling and floating back down to the ground on the inside of the walls where she could access the gatehouse and open the castle defenses to the villagers.
"The servants weren't inclined to help defend their evil mistress, so it wasn't long before the villagers had dragged the disheveled, but still beautiful noblewoman into her own dungeon.
"She cursed and spat at them, fighting every inch of the way. She vowed that she would arise from the grave and avenge her own death with the immortal powers of darkness at her command.
"She was bound and fixed with the nozzle of her own bellows pump in her mouth. Every villager took a single pump at the bellows, each villager making the evil Countess bloat just a little fatter and fatter she grew until BOOOOM!"
Lynn and I both jumped back, startled, "So, they killed her?" I asked.
Faelina grimaced, "Mmm, mostly. Her pact to avenge her own death in exchange for her soul was found acceptable. So, three days later, the Countess reconstituted her body, arose from her own death as the Inflampire.But, infernal bargains, have a way of making their will known in the most ironic ways.
"As an Inflampire, the Countess has a unique twist on the traditional vampire. Her bargain is also her curse. One week a month, her body swells up with the infernal gas you have discovered. It is her curse that to avoid exploding again, she must prey on others, biting them and blowing the gas filling them, into their victim."
Lynn was as white as her labcoat, "Is this what happened to me? I've been attacked by an Inflampire?"
Faelina was a demon, she lacked the ability for compassion, "Yes," she confirmed calmly.
Lynn staggered against me, I was taken off guard, staggering against her rounded, bulky body as I held her upright. She recovered her composure, smoothing her lab coat over her inflated figure, "Okay, so, what's the good news?"
"That IS the good news," Faelina rumbled, "the Inflampire is practically immortal, she is super-strong, has the ability to change her shape, and is very difficult to kill."
"What about her?" I asked, patting Lynn's swollen side, "Is she going to die or explode or what?"
Faelina shook her head, "it takes three visits. The first night, the Inflampire merely puffs up quite voluptuously, to lure her prey in, then with the first bite, makes her victim as lushly-figured. The second night the Inflampire grows fatter, again passing the infernal gas and shape to her victim. The third night, the Inflampire returns to her voluptuous form and easily overpowers her bloated prey, the last gas pushing the victim over to bursting."
"Okay, that sucks." I said.
"...Where the victim will then rise from their death three days later as an Inflampire, in thrall to the Countess?" Lynn asked.
Faelina blinked, "Yes...how did you know that?"
"Standard undead progenation technique."
"Wait a sec." I said, "I may not be a demon or a mad scientist, but I'm a finance major, and we can count to three," I pointed at my bloated roommate, "Look at her, she isn't voluptuous, she's fat! According to your story, she'd have to be on the second bite!"
"Uh, 'Manda?" Lynn coughed apologetically.
"What?" I looked in her eyes and realized the truth of it, "Oh sweetheart," I gathered her ballooned body in my arms, hugging her, "Why didn't you say something?"
She sniffled, "Voluptuous is right, I was bigger than Faelina. I got up yesterday stacked like you wouldn't believe, big bust, big hips, big butt, everything was all pumped up. That's why I wasn't around yesterday," she giggled, while sniffling, "I was too busy being rounded to be around."
"Why didn't you say something!" I nearly shrieked.
"Because I thought it was one of you playing a prank on me. Because I thought it was...sexy." she finished in a small voice.
I was stunned silent. I hadn't realized how left out Lynn would have felt sharing a home with two super-powered women with greatly exaggerated figures. I stood consoling my friend for a while. Until the demon spoke up.
"We have only one chance to stop the Countess then. Tonight will be the last visit. Lynn will be at her most vulnerable and the Countess will be in good shape for her hunt."
"Well, if she's as big as I was yesterday, she won't exactly be in fighting trim." Lynn said, helpfully.
"Is there anything you can do to deflate her?" I asked Faelina.
"Yeah, I feel like a beach ball." Lynn groaned, patting her distended belly.
Faelina frowned, "Well, I can probably take some of that gas off you, but I'll wind up fatter, and I think I need to stay in shape enough to fight the Countess."
"Manda?"
I blinked, "Huh, sorry I was thinking. What were you saying?"
"I was asking you if you'd help me deflate some."
"How? I can't deflate people, I can only inflate them."
"I know, but Faelina can do both, but if she takes enough gas out of me to make me slim enough to fight, she'll be too fat to fight. If we could split the gas in me three ways instead of two I'd be in shape to help and neither of you two would be too fat." When I didn't answer immediately she began cajoling me, "C'mon Manda, how many times have I let you blow me up with extra gas so you could be trim enough to fit into an outfit or go to work?"
"Huh?" I shook myself, "No. No, that's fine, I'm glad to help."
"Manda, you ok? You seem a little spacey."
I smiled, "I think I just figured out how to beat this Countess chick."
"She has a plan?" Faelina asked in her deep voice.
"She has a plan." Lynn said.
"I have a plan."
"Ok, step one, we need to get Bubbles down to fighting weight, which means, I guess we," I nodded at Faelina, "need to get ourselves pumped up to our fighting weight. Faelina, if you'd do the honors."
"So you want me to inflate you?" Faelina asked.
"Yes, you can do it can't you?"
The demon chuckled, "Oh sure I can, I just never thought I'd hear you ask for it."
"Get on with it-oh!" I gasped, putting my hands on my breasts as they began to expand inside my jammies like two balloons. The hissing as Lynn's belly deflated and my chest inflated didn't quite down out the creaking of my silk jammmies as they slithered hollowly around my ballooning chest, "Faelina, these are my favourite jammies, don't make me burst out of them," I warned as I felt the jammie top rise up over my waist, and get tight and gap at the buttons as I continued to swell.
"Then you may want to get out of them while you still can."
"Uhhh Faelina," I felt myself swaying, not only from my expanding proportions but also from the intense erotic charge I was getting as a side effect of the demonic expansion, "How...how big am I going to get? I already feel pretty pumped up," I fumbled around my inflated boobs to undo the buttons pulling tightly across my chest. My bloated breasts bounced free of my top with a series of little pops as the buttons came undone. "Faelina..." I moaned.
"Fine," she rumbled, "You're big enough."
I closed my eyes, holding the burst open top over my extremely big, round and full breasts, but really using holding the top over me as an excuse to press my hands into my huge, pillowy bust.
"Manda," Lynn's voice cut into my reverie, "You're moaning."
I opened my eyes, Lynn and Faelina were both staring at me, their faces rigidly containing smiles and laughter that I knew were directed at me.
"Sorry," I mumbled, blushing.
Lynn walked, she was noticeably slimmer and didn't waddle as much, over to me and gave me a little hug, "It's OK honey, it's not like she doesn't turn me on too. Let's just finish this, OK?"
"Finish?" I gaped, cradling my overinflated breasts, "I'm as big as basketballs!"
"But I'm still so fat, and if Faelina takes all this gas in her, we'll have to roll her into the fight."
"I'm not sure there's anymore room on my torso,"
I should have known better, I felt my pajama bottoms grow snug around my bottom as my inflating rear and hips turned them swiftly from baggy pajama bottoms to silk tights. I pushed the waistband over my widening hips and my plumpening butt, raising my legs awkwardly against my inflated hips to shed the jammie bottoms.
"We have to make you super-hourglassed to hold a third of Lynn's volume and still allow you to be able to move." Faelina commented as I ran my hands over my inflating backside, feeling my panties getting tighter and smaller as I filled out.
"I know," I gasped from the sensations filling my bulging, over-filled body.
Lynn kissed me on the cheek, "Thanks, pal. You know I like being fat, but there's a time to be slim too."
"You won't thank me by the time we're ready. I think I'll go get dressed." I knelt carefully feeling my heels touch my inflated bottom as I picked up my discarded pajama bottoms, and swayed my big self back to my bedroom. I needed to get into costume, I had gotten so big all over that I needed the support my costume would give me. Once in my room, I pulled out a costume and started to step into it like I normally do, but found I hadn't yet adjusted my balance from my wider hips. After tottering precariously for a moment, and I am not graceful even when I am uninflated, I decided to sit down on my bed and pull the tights on. The spandex stretched over my exaggerated curves with only a little struggle and wriggling needed to get them over my big hips and rear. Once past that, the rest was easy, my waist hadn't thickened any and my tummy was still flat. Then I just had to stuff my ballooned chest into the top of the tights which I bulged out of outrageously, slide my arms through and I was dressed. Sort of.
I swayed over to the standing mirror in my room to check my look. Damn that demon, I was so pumped up I looked like a cartoon! Double damn that demon because I liked the look and feel of my new figure, I guiltily admitted to myself. I couldn't come close to crossing my arms over my new breasts, I could cross my arms below them, which just pushed them up to bulge out more of the top of my tights. I turned to look at my rear, smoothing my straining tights over my inflated figure with that weird hollow sound clothes moving over inflated curves makes. My bottom had filled out so much that my scoop cut tights looked more like a thong.
I turned back and forth in the mirror a few times, admiring my reflection, I'm vain, remember and struck a few action poses, grinning at the bounce and wiggle my new figure had.
"Manda?" I heard Lynn's voice call out from down the hall.
I quickly donned boots, gloves, cape, mask and belt and bounced out my door to meet her in the hall.
Bubbles was standing just about a foot away from my door. A foot was how far she could be before her chest touched my door. So naturally I walked straight into her. Or rather my inflated boobs bounced straight into her inflated boobs with a soft BUUUM sound, compressed and flattened slightly from the collision, then she took a step back to let me pass.
Looking over my teammate I knew Faelina had finished. Bubbles was shaped very much like I was, all bust and butt and stuffed, mostly successfully, into her black, two-piece costume. Her waist wasn't as slim as normal, but the little bulge in her tummy wouldn't keep her from participating.
I still couldn't help but giggle a little, "Wow, you look...big"
She put her hands on her wide hips and cocked her head at me, "Speak for yourself, your tights look stuffed," she responded with a smile. "Besides, this is me being skinny thanks to you two." She tried to hug me, but our hugely ballooned breasts barely allowed us to get within arm's reach of each other, so we had to settle for squishing our chests together and awkwardly patting each other's arms.
"Right," I said, "Let's go find your demon." We marched down the hall back to Bubbles' room where Faelina was in costume, waiting for us, her figure just as puffed up as we were, all bust and butt. We had the bodies of adolescent fantasies, and being aware of my own hidden feelings and watching my teammates, I was pretty sure that all three of us were pleased with our new size.
"Ready to get to work?"
A big part of my master plan involved making Bubbles' room as airtight as possible. This wasn't actually as hard as it sounded, it just required us to run caulk guns full of sealant over all the holes, doors, vents and windows. Faelina and I handled this job. While it wasn't exactly hard, we had become pretty big girls, so it wasn't as easy as I had envisioned either and took up almost the whole day.
Despite the size of the room, we still found ourselves bumping and nudging each other with over-inflated curves. Imagine if you will, trying to run a bead of sealant over every hole and crack in the room while you have two basketballs stuffed in your shirt, I wasn't exaggerating, that's how big we really were and having to work around your own chest is quite a hassle.
As well as having your hips and butt pumped up similarly, so that every step you take makes your hips swing uncontrollably and every lean bend or squat you can feel your puffed up bottom brushing where it didn't used to brush and having to readjust your tights pretty much after every movement. As it went on, our boobs got in the way the most, we'd often work with one hand holding the caulk gun and one hand holding our breasts down so we could see, or move or work without impediment.
When we were finished, the entire room had been sealed except for two holes. One was a crack in the frame of the outer window, the other was the vent for the airpump Bubbles had set up.
"So you can definitely lower the air pressure in this room?" I asked.
"I have three heavy duty air pumps on the other side of that wall," she pointed a wrench at the wall, "At the touch of a button," She held up a remote and pressed the button. We barely heard the pumps fire up, but we all heard the spandex of our costumes creak and felt the gas in us start to expand some as the air pressure in the room lowered.
"Of course," Bubbles continued, seemingly oblivious to her body rising like bread dough, "You and I will still have enough air in our bodies to operate normally in low, or zero air pressure. Faelina doesn't need to breathe."
"Ok, ok, turn it off I feel like a punch ball!"
Bubbles hit the button again and I felt the tension in my tights lessening as I slowly deflated to the merely super hourglass figure that Faelina had given me.
"OK, that's phase one, now for phase two, which is you," I said pointing at Bubbles.
"Great, let me at 'em. What do you want me to do?"
I reached down and with my super strength, easily lifted one of the gas cylinders up in one hand, while uncoiling the attached hose with my other hand.
"Awww, I thought I got slimmed down to help, now you want me to get fat again?"
"You did help. You helped us make the trap. Now you have to help us bait it."
"She's right," Faelina chimed in with her low, sexy voice, "The Countess is expecting you to be bloated up, if you aren't she'll know something is wrong."
"Rats, I was really liking being able to bend at the waist. Fine, give me the hose."
I passed the hose to my friend who put it in her mouth, then I opened the valve with a soft hiss.
Lynn's cheeks bulged, then after a moment her eyes got round. Then she smiled and nodded. I held the hose in place in her mouth, which freed her hands to hold her belly as she began to bloat up fat and full of gas. Her belly rounded out and her wide hips all but disappeared as her waist bulked up. As the tank hissed into her, she slowly ballooned back up to the same size she was in the morning. Then I closed the valve and took the hose from her mouth.
"Now," I said, holding onto her, "Let's get you to bed."
I hate the waiting. I think everyone hates the waiting, but I especially hate it when I'm hiding behind a sofa with an over-inflated, over-sexed demon. As the night lengthened, I'd occasionally hear a slight creak of my straining spandex costume.
"Faelina, stop it," I'd hiss.
"It just slipped out," she'd reply.
I hate that demon.
I was just about to reprimand her again when her hand came down on my slightly puffy thigh with such force that if I hadn't been invulnerable, it would have crushed the muscle. Game on.
I couldn't see without lifting my head over the sofa, but Faelina could tell that the Inflampire has entered the room through the crack in the window in mist form. A few moments later, I felt Faelina gather herself to rise, and I followed her lead. With much relief, since there wasn't much room back there for two girls our size, we popped up from behind the sofa.
The Inflampire stood, in physical form, over Bubbles' bed and my roommate's bloated body. I was surprised how young the inflampire looked, about our age, short black hair, great skin, pretty blue eyes...and big pointy teeth.
Other than that, she fit right in with us. The skintight black latex bodysuit she wore bulged above and beneath the tight black corset she wore over it. Her figure looked like the demon's and mine. Her bust bulged up big and round over the top of the corset while her hips and bottom made for a wide, shiny swell in the lower half of her outfit. Her super-exaggerated hourglass figure strained the latex, making it squeak slightly as she moved.
She bent over Bubbles ready to strike, smiling at us, "Faelina," she coolly greeted my companion in a soft, sexy voice.
"Countess," Faelina growled back.
Quick as a flash the Countess opened her fangs wide and pounced on Bubbles...And bounced off of her victim as her fully inflated breasts collided with her prey first. The Countess recovered, put one hand on her chest to hold herself down, readjusted her stance to give herself a shallower approach and struck again. This time the fangs sunk home and the Countess' full red lips formed a seal with my roommate's flesh
The Countess stood over her prey for a moment, then her cheeks bulged and her eyes got wide and round.
And she started to swell.
Her flat tummy filled her corset from below with a series of latex creaks and muffled groans from the swelling Countess. Her hands pawed at the opening of the corset as its edges got forced farther and father apart by her swelling midsection. She finally got her hands under the edges and ripped it open off of her expanding waistline. Now free, her belly bulged as she grew round and fat as Bubbles deflated. panicked, the Countess tried to open her mouth and free her mouth from the pressure of the gas flooding from Bubbles to herself. The Inflampire actually managed to look rather silly as she discovered she couldn't let go of Bubbles as her body continued to expand. Her belly was actually pushing against Bubbles' deflating body before the Countess shifted to her gaseous form, then re-materialized standing upright her hands pressing on her fattened and stuffed bodysuit, her face a mask of lovely confusion.
"What have you done to me?" she asked, her soft sexy voice now cartoonishly high pitched from the helium that she was bloated up with.
Then to her surprise, she began to float gently upwards.
"We managed to deflate Bubbles and fill her up again with helium making her not only the bait, but the trap." I explained to the puzzled Inflampire, whose head bounced slightly against the ceiling.
Bubbles let go of the straps under her bed to keep her anchored to the bed and slowly floated upright, her ankles still hooked under the lower strap under the bed, "Like a helium land mine," she squeaked, her voice also ridiculously high pitched, "And a little super glue just to keep you from running off before you got full enough."
The Countess raised her hands over her head to keep from bumping into the ceiling, "Full enough for what? To make me into a blimp?"
"For us to catch you," I said.
"Oh," the Countess squeaked, "Is that what you think?"
Faelina stepped in front of me, placing herself between the Countess and me.
The Countess smiled a much more malevolent smile than I would have thought someone wearing a skin tight latex bodysuit, bloated up with helium, floating on the ceiling like a parade balloon, sounding like a chipmunk was capable of doing, "You're wrong." she squeaked flatly, then pushed off the ceiling and rushed straight down at Faelina.
The demon spread her wings, her tail thrashed, her outspread fingers turned into talons as she spread her arms wide and roared loudly enough to rattle the pictures hanging on the walls.
Suddenly I was, for the first time swept up with affection for this demon, who was standing between me and evil, like a six foot six pitbull...with wings... purple tights...and a great ass.
However, as luscious and ferocious as our demon was, the Countess lived on cunning. In the instant before impact with Faelina, she reverted to her gaseous form and our demon sped straight through her, and collided with Bubbles, knocking her free of her tether to the bed, freeing her to float up to the ceiling In the blink of an eye later, I found myself face to face with the undead. And she was not happy.
I fought back with fists, elbows, knees, I even tried getting my boobs in between us to foil her attack. Between her ballooned body and my extra big breasts, I thought I had her on the ropes. Which is when I felt the stab in my neck, "Owwww!" What's the point of being invulnerable if some gassy tart can just up and bite you?
"Bubbles, Faelina, get her off me!" I shrieked, horrified to hear my voice rising in pitch throughout the sentance. I could feel my belly begin to bulge out as the Countess filled me with the same helium I had planned to trap her with, "I'm getting fatter!" I squeaked.
Faelina crashed into the Countess' back like a freight train. If I were less invulnerable and if I didn't have a rear end that was puffed up like a flotation device , I'd probably be flat as a pancake, squished against the wall under them as I was. I gasped as Faelina pulled the Inflampire off me like pulling a thorn from her paw.
Luckily she hadn't been able to hold the bite for long, so she was still very fat while I was only a little bloated with helium...and infernal gas, "My turn!" I squeaked menacingly in my high-pitched voice. I gathered my legs under me and my extremely well-inflated and powerful bottom, and pushed off the wall, carrying the Countess and Faelina fully across the room to smash into the opposite wall. I grabbed the Countess' face in my hands and leaned forward and kissed her full on her full red lips.
I felt better instantly. I felt my tummy flatten out and my extra full breasts and hips immediately began to shrink, my costume growing less tight around my super-sized figure, while the Countess began to swell up anew, her figure, her boobs and hips already puffed up from her curse, then from half of Bubbles' helium, grew inch for inch as I deflated to a svelte half of my demonically-stuffed size.
Her hugely inflating bust pushed me away from her and I dropped to the ground, now merely stacked. I looked like a normal person. OK, a normal, big-busted porn star, but closer to normal than anyone else in the room.
Finding herself bloating even fatter, ironically with some of the same infernal gas she'd pumped into Bubbles in the first place, and caught from behind without leverage, the Countess once again took her gaseous form to escape Faelina's clutches.
"Bubbles...NOW!" The demon and I shouted in unison.
Floating on the ceiling, Bubbles pulled the remote from where it was stuffed in the waistband of her briefs and pushed the button.
Outside, three industrial air pumps hummed into life, pumping air into the room, the air pressure rose so quickly, it was noticeable to us. The fact that all of our inflated bodies started slimming down as the pressure of the air around us rose and compressed the air already distending out figures.
Bubbles and I clapped our hands over our mouths and noses.
The gaseous mist that was the Countess swirled uncertainly.
Faelina swayed right into the middle of the Countess' mist form and opened her mouth wider than I've ever seen a mouth open and inhaled.
The difference of the greater pressure in the air around us and the lesser pressure inside the demon practically pushed the gaseous form of the Countess right down Faelina's throat.
As the pressure inside her equalized along with the Inflampire's gaseous form, Faelina's belly bulged, as she captured the Countess within her, using her own body as a prison.
Seeing no further traces of the Countess mist form, I signaled Bubbles to cut the pumps and return the room to one atmosphere.
Our bodies plumped up again as the pressure inside us exceeded the pressure around us. Other than a few bruises a bite and a very obviously exaggerated figure, I was in pretty good shape. Bubbles was safely floating against the ceiling.
And then there was Faelina. Our casualty. Apparently the volume that an over-inflated Inflampire takes up in her mist form is considerable. Faelina's super-stacked figure wasn't discernible as such anymore. Her body had become hugely bloated, i'd only seen her this big once before, when we first met and fought her. Her luscious body had become sort sphereoid. Her body had become rounded with only her head, hands and feet protruding. Swell, now we'd probably have to roll her from place to place. From above me I heard Bubbles' high-pitched voice squeak, "Did we win?"
Later:
Yep, I looked good.
I was in a green stretch top with a low cut neck that I was bulging out of, and these ultra sleek, black stretch slacks that made my legs look about nine feet long, heels to make me even taller, hair done, makeup, and some bling and I was going to get groovy tonight. Nick and I had a date to a dance club where he could show off his stacked girlfriend and I wouldn't have to worry about anyone recognizing me. I was ready, I was hot, I was...walking with through the living room where our very ballooned demon was set in front of the TV with my blimped-up roommate hovering about a foot over the demon's head.
"Oh, you're going out tonight," Lynn squeaked.
I stopped halfway through the room and looked at my teammates. Awww, this wasn't fair, I hadn't had a date in months, I hadn't been this skinny in months, I hadn't had sex in...awww this wasn't fair!
Fifteen minutes, one phone call, a washed face and some yoga pants later I stalked back into the living room, with a tray of beer, and a big bowl of party mix. I sat my fantastic and totally wasted rear on the sofa. I looked from Lynn floating on one side of me, to Faelina grinning on the other and back to the TV.
"I don't want to hear a word," I said, not looking away from the TV.
"Oooo is that party mix?" Lynn squeaked, "Pass it up."
I held the bowl up at arm's length until I felt Lynn grab a handful. Then I offered it to Faelina, who scooped some into her hand but was too fat to get her hand to her mouth. I held the bowl out for her to dump it back in, then took a piece and tossed it at her head, which she of course caught in her mouth.
"Let's just watch our movie, " I said with suffering good grace.
"This is cool, it's like stadium seating." Lynn squeaked.
Faelina turned to face me, "Hit me," she said, opening her mouth for another treat which I threw and she caught.
Sigh, I love my friends, but sometimes the rest of life sucks.
"Hit me."