How Elisha entertained her guests, and how Gabriel wound up naked on the couch.
It was a long, curious chain of events that led Gabriel to live with his stepmother and his step-sister; and at first, he didn't think he'd mind too much. His stepmom, Rachel Dickenson, was in her mid-thirties, but wore it well, the leggy brunette still having the body of a nineteen-year-old. She was a nice enough woman, although Gabe had to admit he didn't know her well, though he did enjoy her occasional sunbathing in her bikini, which she filled out to its capacity.
Her daughter Elisha was a real hottie, too, but a major bitch whom Gabe took pains to avoid. Sometimes he couldn't help it, though: Elisha was a tall, athletic, dark-haired beauty with a well developed body for a sixteen-year-old, and she took to showing it off with her tight leather pants and low-cut halter tops.
In fact, Gabe once took a photograph of Elisha from the living room mantel, and she walked in on him while he was using it for his monkey spanking, a fact that she shared with not only her mother, but virtually everyone at her school, friends and strangers alike, totally humiliating him. To say this made family gatherings awkward would be an understatement. Elisha would sit as far away from Gabe as possible during the silent dinners; but when Rachel looked away, Elisha would taunt Gabe with some skin from under her blouse or turn around and flash him her tight ass. This made eating almost impossible, as the blood wasn't going to his stomach.
But it was when Rachel was gone that Gabe's real hell began.
Rachel was again free to date, which she did, and often. She would condescendingly refer to him as "the man of the house" and go off for a night on the town, leaving him alone with Elisha and one rule: No parties. It was a rule that was broken as soon as Rachel's car left the driveway, and these were the times Gabe feared most.
He wanted to warn Rachel, to plead for her to stay, but he could always see the devilish look in Elisha's eyes that advised him otherwise. He knew that betraying Elisha could have serious, even deadly, consequences.
Rachel never seemed to suspect that her daughter was a witch, and that her absence sentenced Gabe to a night of torture, humiliation, and slavery.
Elisha often invited over her hot, nubile friends, who must have really enjoyed her company, but Gabe felt they had to fear her a little, too—as he did. He recalled one incident where a catfight broke out between Elisha and her short, blonde friend, Michelle. The fight turned ugly, and Michelle called Elisha a "bitch," and it was her last mistake.
Michelle quickly tried to apologize, but Elisha's green eyes literally glowed for a moment, and in the next instant, Michelle was expanding like a human balloon. Michelle begged for forgiveness, but Elisha just watched calmly as her rival expanded, puffing up from a human form into a round, spherical shape, that rapidly inflated, causing the blonde to grow and grow. Elisha's other friends watched amazedly as Michelle swelled and swelled, shouting, "Please! Stop! I'm sorry!" Elisha smiled victoriously as Michelle became little more than a round, inflating ball in her living room, growing almost to the ceiling when her growth slowed, reaching the limits of her expansion, and finally...
POP! Michelle burst into shreds. After a long, tense silence, Elisha and the other girls burst out laughing.
And that is why Gabe never questioned orders from Elisha. The teenage girls had their own personal slave in Gabe, who fetched drinks, cleaned up their spills, and otherwise ran various errands as the girls sat around and gossiped.
Eventually, though, the girls would become restless for a party trick, and this is what made Gabe tremble the most. The girls would ask Elisha to do all sorts of things to her step-brother, including turning him into a frog, or shrinking him down to six inches tall, or giving him women's breasts.
Tonight, Gabe knew, would be no different. No matter how much he followed orders, Elisha would show off in front of her friends by finding new ways to humiliate him. As with Elisha, Gabe had contradictory feelings about her friends. The three hot teenage girls (there used to be four before Michelle exploded) were hotties themselves, and they were nice to look at, but could be just as cruel as Elisha.
It started early tonight when the red-headed cutie, Allison, remarked to Elisha, "Your step-brother can really kiss your ass if he has to, huh?"
"I don't know," said Elisha deviously. "Let's find out! Hey, Gabe!" She called him away from his vacuuming, where he was cleaning up after the girls' pillow fight. He immediately dropped what he was doing to respond to Elisha's command. It was worse than he thought. She got up from the couch and showed Gabe her ass, which was packaged tightly in black leather. "Kiss it, Gabe! Go on!"
"You—you can't be serious!" Gabe said, his eyebrows raised.
"Did you like being six inches tall?" Elisha asked. "Do it!"
Gabe bent over and pressed his lips firmly to her ass, causing the other girls to convulse with laughter. "Oh my God!" Allison bellowed. "He really did it!"
Fortunately, Elisha had a hot ass and he liked black leather, so it was less painful than Gabe let on, but it was still humiliating. Elisha turned around. "Now the feet!" Gabe felt himself turn red with a combination of rage, frustration, and embarrassment, but he complied, dropping to his knees and kissing her feet.
"Oooo!" said Talia, another hot observer. "Me next!" She stuck out her feet and again Gabe had little choice to comply, amusing the other girls greatly.
"Having a slave is cool!" said Emily, the remaining resident blonde. "What else can we make him do?"
"Anything we want," Elisha assured her. "What would you like to see him do?"
"Hey!" said Allison. "Remember what you did to Michelle?"
Gabe remembered, and he felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. That feeling would only increase as Elisha turned her glowing eyes toward him, and his entire midsection expanded outward in a cartoonish way, his body becoming comically pear-shaped. The girls laughed at the sight, as well as at the _expression on his face. "Don't!" he pleaded.
Elisha tilted her head toward him. "You don't give the orders here, sport." Her green eyes glowed a moment, and the hilarity began.
Gabe stood wide-eyed as his stomach billowed forth, shooting out from under his shirt.
"He's pregnant!" Emily giggled.
"Give ‘im boobs again!" Allison said from the sidelines.
Sure enough, with the raise of Elisha's eyebrow, Gabe suddenly became rather busty for a male, his shirt filling out with breasts that would have shamed Pamela Anderson. This sparked another wave of laughter from the teenage spectators.
"See? Now he's lactating!" said Emily.
Gabe didn't have long to worry about his new bustiness, because soon the rest of his chest expanded with it, shaping his entire midsection into a ball shape. His shirt began to shred as he inflated, as did his pants after his legs began swelling up as well.
"Oooh, now he's getting naked," Allison observed.
"Kinky," Talia agreed.
His clothes began to fall off his expanding form, but Gabe's modesty was the least of his worries. His arms and legs seemed to disappear into his swelling body, and in moments he stood before his captors as a human balloon. Elisha walked up to him and ran her finger over his distended belly, producing a loud squeak.
"Let me try that," said Emily, who followed Elisha's lead.
Soon all the girls were rubbing their hands over Gabe's inflated form, laughing at the squeaking noises and occasionally squeezing him to gauge how tightly he'd been blown up. Gabe had to admit that, at that moment, he didn't feel too bad, with the young hot chicks groping him all over. It may have even turned him on physically, if he'd had any privates left.
Unfortunately, it turned him on in another way.
As the girls continued to fondle him, he began to feel warm, and soon his body was inflating bigger.
"Oh my God!" said Elisha. "That's not my doing!"
"Then why's he getting bigger?" Talia asked.
"He's getting turned on!" Elisha explained.
The girls backed away from him quickly, and Gabe's inflation slowly subsided. He didn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved.
"You pervert!" said Elisha, giving him a swift kick, and he sailed across the room like a beach ball. The others gleefully followed her lead, and for the next several minutes, he was jostled, kicked, thrown, and bounced around the room like a toy rubber ball. They knocked over the occasional lamp and coffee table, shattering vases and ornaments with abandon.
At one point, Emily smacked him toward Allison, who missed catching him, and he sailed over her, heading earthward toward some broken glass on the floor. There was no one to catch him. He watched in dread as his tightly inflated balloon body dropped helplessly toward the shards that he feared would certainly pop him.
"Pop!" Emily shouted, predicting the result.
But Gabe's body froze in mid-air, hovering just an inch over the glass. Elisha had stopped his fall. For the moment.
With a wave of her hand, he floated up and over the other girls into Elisha's grasp. "You're not getting away that easily," she told him, and tossed him up into the air again. As he came back down, she swatted him hard against the ceiling, and the ball was back in play.
It took another fifteen minutes of abuse before the novelty finally wore off, and the girls settled back into their seats, breathing heavily from the physical activity. Only Elisha remained standing, but not for long. She picked up her older balloon-brother and set him in the middle of the room, on what could be construed as his back. Then, using the couch for balance, she inched her hot rear onto his stomach and settled into Gabe as if he were a bean-bag chair. She gently bounced on him like a trampoline. "More fun than a waterbed!" Elisha told her giggling friends, before squirming around to get comfortable.
Gabe couldn't help it. The warmth and firmness of his stepsister's curvaceous ass on his bare skin was too much. Elisha was slowly lifted higher as he began to inflate again.
"He's doing it again!" Allison pointed out needlessly. "He's getting turned on cuz you're sitting on him!"
Elisha jumped off, faking an astonished _expression. "Gabe! I think you got the hots for me!" Gabe wasn't buying her surprise. She planned for that to happen.
"You sicko!" said Emily. "She's your sister!"
Stepsister, of course. But he wasn't in a position to argue. He was still inflating slightly, stretching tighter and tighter, as he could still feel the warmth of Elisha's ass on his spherical belly. He winced as the pressure built to dangerous proportions. But finally the inflation slowed and stopped, leaving him a giant-sized balloon.
The girls gathered around him, tossing insults at him. But Allison finally brought up the main issue to be addressed. "What are we going to do with him now? He's too big to play with, and he's taking up our space."
"Let's pop him!" Emily said, jumping directly to the conclusion Gabe had hoped they would avoid. But surely Elisha wouldn't allow him to really pop, would she? That might be difficult to explain to her mother…
Elisha shrugged. "Okay. I'll get a pin."
…Or not.
As Elisha fumbled around in a nearby desk drawer, Talia spoke up. "Wait, wait. I have an idea." The dark-skinned hottie knelt down so that she was roughly eye-level with Gabe's head, whose face was currently pointed toward the ceiling. "Watch: First, I'll rub him…and stroke him…" She illustrated the moves, seductively caressing his balloon body. He began to feel warm again. She began using both hands to methodically pet him. She repeated, "Rub him…stroke him…"
And Gabe began to inflate again.
Then Talia spoke to him in a breathy, sexy voice. "Oh my, are you getting bigger for me? Yes, you are, my big beautiful balloon. I can see you're getting bigger. Yes, that's it. Inflate for me, Gabe. I like that. You like me, don't you, Gabe? I can tell by how big you're getting. Do you like getting bigger for me? Yes, you do! I know you do. And what about these?" She leaned forward, rubbing her breasts into his face. He swelled bigger, faster. "Oh, you like them, do you? Show me how much you like me, Gabe. Pop for me. Pop for me. Pop for me!"
Gabe couldn't bear it. The pressure was getting too great. He could feel himself reaching the bursting point. He tried to keep himself from bursting by dint of sheer will. But inside he knew it was hopeless.
"You're getting biiiiig-gerrrrr," Talia cooed at him in a sing-song voice.
He continued to grow, but at a slower rate, as his body neared its limits.
"You want to pop," Talia told him. "You want to burst all over the room."
Gabe was tempted to agree. Anything to end the growing pressure!
"Pop," Talia coaxed him. "Pop…"
Elisha walked into the room, holding a pin. She gaped at the sight of her stepbrother on the verge of bursting. Emily covered her ears as she and Allison backed away.
Gabe's inflation stopped for a moment, but the pressure inside him continued to build. He closed his eyes and waited for it, which was all he could do…
And then a car pulled into the driveway.
"Mom's home!" Elisha shouted. She stepped forward and thrust the pin at Gabe.
Gabe watched the pin come down, certain it would be the last image he'd see.
But Elisha's magic worked in strange and powerful ways. Instead of bursting him, she merely punctured a hole in his abdomen, and the sudden release of air caused Gabe to go flying around the room, spinning like a top as he went. The other girls squealed as Elisha went to work on the living room, waving her hand and causing vases to reform, tables to upright themselves, lamps to return to their posts. All the while Gabe cascaded over her head, rapidly deflating until…
Wham! He landed ignominiously on the couch, with no mark on his body to indicate he'd been stabbed, no stretch marks to indicate he'd been a balloon.
But he still had no clothes on.
Rachel walked in the door to find four teenage girls in a semi-circle around the couch, laughing and pointing at her naked step-son.
Rachel's eyes shot open and she bellowed at Gabe: "What in God's name are you doing?!"
Elisha answered for him. "I was just having some friends over, and Gabe came running in here totally naked!"
Gabe realized there was no point in trying to explain to Rachel that her daughter was a witch and that he had been her balloon only seconds earlier.
"Get upstairs to your room right now, Gabriel!" Rachel ordered him. "And get some clothes on! Consider yourself grounded for the rest of the month!"
Gabe slunk upstairs, covering his privates with both hands, as the girls tittered below. He took one last look over his shoulder to see a smirking Elisha, waving good-night to him—or perhaps it was goodbye.
How Gabriel missed an important physics lesson, and how Elisha gave him a pop quiz.
Gabe's dreams seldom followed a linear story line. His dreams were random, disconnected images but occasionally took on breathtaking detail and realism. Sleep did not always come easy while he shared a home with a witch stepsister who had blown him up like a human balloon until he nearly burst. Since then, the incident manifested itself in his unconscious mind, as was the case this particular time...
Balloons were everywhere. They covered the floors and the walls, some floated to the ceiling, others floated through the room with abandon. It was not a room he recognized but one that was built with the power of his unconscious imagination, spacious and classically elegant, and very, very white, though mostly obscured by the balloons, pink, purple, blue, red, orange, green, and various other shades. Some were big and pear-shaped, others round and globular, some tied to a string, others free-floating. Where did they all come from?
As soon as the question entered his mind, he saw Emily, the cute blonde friend of his stepsister Elisha, wearing her glasses and her hair in a ponytail as usual. She sat on the floor, surrounded by balloons, as she puffed into a smooth, round, pink balloon. Gabe approached her, and the balloon seemed to double in size. Emily ignored him as she lifted the balloon into the air, and Gabe became mesmerized by its gigantic size. She blew it bigger, puffing with sexual ferocity. It doubled in size again, until it was bigger than Emily herself.
"Please don't pop it," Gabe found himself saying, but she continued to blow. "Please," he repeated, inexplicably begging for the balloon's continued existence.
"Why not?" said a voice, and Gabe turned to see Allison, the cute redhead, holding a big red balloon to her breasts as she blew into it. She giggled at some unknown joke. Smiling, she held the mouth of the balloon with her teeth as she rubbed her hands over its taut rubber.
Gabe turned back to Emily, who lay on her back, puffing up the giant balloon. But the balloon was different now: it had hands and feet, and a head. Atop of the balloon was the face of Michelle, a former friend of Elisha. Gabe had watched Elisha inflate the helpless Michelle until she burst. But there was Michelle, part of a huge pink balloon that Emily blew into.
"Pop her, Gabe," said Allison, standing next to him.
"I don't want to pop," Gabe said, seeming to speak for Michelle. Or was he speaking for himself, afraid that he'd be next?
"If she pops, you'll like it," Allison assured him.
Gabe looked again at Michelle's big, round, pink body, and in the next instant, she was gone. There was no noise, no fragments, but Gabe somehow knew Emily had caused her to burst. Or had he caused it? He felt guilty for not helping her.
"You popped her," said a voice from somewhere.
Gabe turned again, and this time he faced a darkened room, one that was again giant and spacious but was lit only by moonlight through a large window high above him. In the middle, inflated and gigantic, was Elisha's dark-skinned, dark-haired friend, Talia. She was giant but not completely round: Her stubby arms stuck straight out from her sides, too puffy to bend, and her large bloated frame was inexplicably supported by two stubby legs, covered by the shadow cast by her belly, which was inflated into a perfect semi-circle. Yet she was giant, easily reaching two stories, her small head appearing almost comically on top. She wore some kind of blue jumpsuit that glistened in the moonlight and stretched tightly over her entire body.
"You're a balloon-woman," Gabe might have said. Or maybe he just thought it.
Balloons flew into his face, obscuring his vision. He knocked them desperately out of the way, as if coming into contact with them might cause him to inflate like Talia or Michelle. The next thing he knew, the landscape had changed again: He was now in the back yard of a house he visited as a child. Balloons covered the lawn, and he saw one floating by that particularly grabbed his attention. It was Emily, inflated into a giant yellow balloon. She giggled as she floated past him. "I'm a balloon-woman," she told him.
"I can be bigger than that, you know," said Allison, and Gabe looked to see that Allison stood next to him again, but this time, she had inflated into a giant red balloon. She giggled as she bounced into him, floating with the breeze. Gabe watched them float around, and he had to admit he felt jealous. They looked like they were having fun, flying in the air.
At that moment, he looked down and realized that he was high above the ground. How was that possible, unless...? He looked again, and sure enough, it was true: He had inflated now, too. He was a giant, floating balloon-boy. Emily and Allison floated his way again, colliding with him and pinning him between their inflated bodies, giggling all the while. They bounced and floated for too brief a period, rubbing their round, rubber bodies together in some kind of bizarre balloon orgy.
"Play with us, Balloon Boy," Gabe thought Allison had said.
Emily giggled. "Balloon Boy," she repeated.
Gabe wished he still had arms, so he could reach toward those round, full balloons with the pretty faces on top. He wished he could watch them get bigger. And as soon as the thought entered his mind, Emily and Allison began to grow. Their heads seemed to float backwards as their bodies expanded, pushing them farther and farther from Gabe. As their faces faded from view, the inevitable thought crept into his mind.
How big would they get before...?
And then Allison soundlessly, quietly burst.
Gabe turned to look toward Emily, but she wasn't in sight for long. A second later, she too silently popped.
And then Gabe felt himself falling, falling for a long time. The balloons were gone, Emily and Allison were gone, and he looked down to find his stepsister Elisha, holding a string that was tied to his foot. Gabe realized later that there was no logical way he could have seen the string, but he knew it: He was Elisha's toy balloon, dangling helplessly on a string, being pulled in ways he didn't want to go.
"Please don't pop me," Gabe called down to her. "I don't want to pop."
"Why not?" Allison said, standing below him. She was now her regular self, as if she had never inflated, much less burst.
"I don't want to pop," he said.
"If she popped you, you'd like it," said Emily, also deflated and standing there looking up at him. Elisha tugged on the string, bringing him closer to the ground.
"Please," Gabe repeated. He was soon in Elisha's arms. (Was he smaller now? He must have been, as she could not have otherwise held him so easily.)
He saw Talia, a deflated Talia, watching him. "You want to pop."
"No," he said feebly, as he saw Elisha holding a pin to his taut skin.
Elisha smiled. "If I popped you, you'd like it. You'd fall in love with me."
Gabe looked up at her. God, she was beautiful. He said, "I want to pop."
And the pin came closer.
"Gabriel!"
"I want to pop!" Gabe blurted out, his head shooting up from his desk.
The classmates in his physics class burst out laughing. Mrs. Caldwell looked bemusedly at him. Gabe felt his face turning red. The lack of sleep had caught up with him, and he must have fallen asleep sometime during the lecture on kinetic energy. Now his personal gravitational field was a superconductor of unwanted attention and teasing. Even Marjorie, the class hottie, found Gabe's outburst to be an induction of comical energy.
After the laughter subsided somewhat, Mrs. Caldwell tried to assume control. "Thank you for sharing that information with the class, Gabriel. Now do you care to define the phrase ‘elastic collision'?"
Gabe passed, wanting nothing more to do with the subject of elasticity for quite some time.
It became apparent to Gabriel that he could no longer stay in the same house with his tormentor and stepsister Elisha. But getting a place of his own proved difficult: His wages earned from his part-time job simply disappeared—literally disappeared—from his possession, while Elisha began sporting a new wardrobe. He would be stuck with her for some time yet.
And he wasn't sure he had much time left. Some day, he knew, Elisha and her friends would go too far. If he couldn't get out, he would have to find help. He concluded that, Elisha's threats notwithstanding, his only hope was his stepmother Rachel.
But the issue of explaining to his stepmom that her daughter was a witch was touchy at best. Explaining that Elisha bordered on psychotic was an even more delicate subject. And explaining to Rachel that her daughter had blown him like a balloon—well, he could see how that might put a question mark around his sanity.
Still, the slender, athletic, 36-year-old Rachel Dickensen was always quite personable and approachable. She was also fair when it came to family disputes. He would have to make her listen, because the alternative was to allow himself to be Elisha's slave and hope that she doesn't one day accidentally, or not so accidentally, inflate him so much that he bursts.
She was washing dishes as he entered the kitchen. She stood with her back to him, and his eyes drifted down to the tight white shorts that clung snugly around her hips, the cloth riding up her rear, clutching to her skin and exposing the bottom of her shapely glutes. Her long black hair was tied in a pony tail, and when Rachel turned to face him, Gabe was pleasantly greeted by her breasts, her ample cleavage threatening to leap from the gossamer pink halter top she wore.
"How was school, Gabe?" she asked, drying her hands on a nearby dishtowel.
Gabe realized that he didn't know where to begin and suddenly became nervous. He avoided eye contact, and his eyes drifted downward again, this time to Rachel's tanned, sculptured legs. He inhaled sharply. As if he didn't have enough issues about wanting to boff his stepsister…
"Um, okay," he mumbled.
"Are you sure? Something on your mind?"
Actually, a lot was on his mind. Rachel was easily as hot, if not more so, than Elisha's friends. His mind drifted to the vivid balloon dream he had in physics class. God, those girls were hot, blowing up balloons. And they were hot AS balloons. He couldn't help but wonder what Rachel would look like if…
And as soon as the thought entered his head, Rachel's belly bloated outwards.
"Oh, God! What the hell?!" Rachel gaped at her enlarged belly, feeling it with both hands to determine what was filling her up. It felt like air.
Gabe was equally amazed, and for a moment, he thought he might be dreaming again. He shook his head as if to shake this vision from his mind. But no, he was awake and gaping at his stepmother, who looked as if she had become nine months pregnant in a second.
She looked up pleadingly at Gabe. He wondered if she would get any bigger.
And just like that, she did.
Her breasts lifted up like helium balloons, tearing free of her top. The sudden inflation startled Gabe for just a second—but when he looked at those giant globes on her chest, so huge, golden, and inflated, he wanted to see her get bigger.
In conjunction with his wish, Rachel grew larger. At first, she tried to cover her exposed giant breasts, but soon she had other problems. Her sides and back blew out, making her midsection into a large ball. Her arms were thrown to the sides, and they puffed up along with her legs.
"Gabe! Help me! Make it stop!"
Gabe wasn't sure how—he figured this had to be Elisha's work, and he didn't claim to understand sorcery. Why would she cause her own mother to inflate? He looked over Rachel's round balloon body. She looked...she looked...
...She looked absolutely beautiful!
"Gaaaaaaaabe!" said Rachel, her inflation shooting forward again, doubling her size in seconds. She inflated like the pony-tailed balloon that she was, and it finally dawned on Gabe.
Elisha wasn't causing Rachel to inflate.
He was.
He didn't know how it happened—maybe the witchcraft rubbed off on him, maybe he stumbled onto its secret, who knew?—but he realized that the more he became attracted to Rachel as a balloon, the more she inflated. He didn't know how to stop it. She was so beautiful—
"Ohhhhh!" Her inflation increased again. "Stop it, Gabe! What are you doing to me?!"
"I—I don't know!" he said. He didn't want her to get any bigger. At the same time, he couldn't help himself but become aroused at this beautiful balloon woman!
"Helllllp meeeee!" She inflated more, knocking over the kitchen furniture as she filled up the room, becoming more snug in the confined space.
He wanted desperately to help her, even attempting to close his eyes. But he couldn't! He had to look at this beautiful, round, inflated balloon-woman, so large and full, growing tighter as she grew and grew...!
"Please!" she called out to him. "Don't do this to me, Gabe! Stop it! Please!"
Her body squeaked as it tried to withhold all the air building up inside her. Her head was now to the ceiling, her sides pressed against the walls. Still her body hissed and squeaked, straining to be even larger when it didn't seem possible...
Gabe didn't want to think it.
But it's hard to force oneself not to think of something.
So he did.
SHE'S GOING TO POP!
And with a sudden BANG!, she did just that.
In the next instant, Gabe stood alone in the kitchen, his heart pounding. And so was his pants. There was no sign of Rachel, no scraps or anything to indicate that she had ever existed.
And there he stood, incredibly, powerfully, physically aroused at having popped her.
"I knew it!" said a familiar voice.
Gabe spun around to see Elisha in the doorway to the kitchen. She stood with her arms folded across her healthy chest, the torn T-shirt she wore exposing her midriff. Her blue jeans, as usual, looked painted on, all the way from her hourglass hips to her dainty, slender ankles.
"I didn't mean to—I don't know how I—" Gabe began.
Elisha raised a hand. "Oh, relax! You think I'd actually let you pop my mom? That was just an intricate illusion I created. Mom's actually out with her boyfriend right now."
"W—what the hell?!" Gabe tried to wrap his head around all this.
"I read your mind," she explained. "I saw how you dreamed about inflating my friends, and how you were getting off on it! So I set up this experiment to see if you'd get off on inflating my mom, and you did!"
"I didn't!" Gabe feebly protested.
She pointed to the bulge in his pocket. "Then what's that?!"
He couldn't answer.
"You sick disgusting pervert! You got hot popping my mom, you psycho! It's bad enough you get boners from me, but now you want to inflate my mom? And my friends?" Gabe still couldn't talk, and he swallowed although his mouth was dry. She stepped forward and thrust a finger into his chest. "You're the balloon-boy around, here, get it? You're the balloon!"
And Gabe looked down to see his body plumping up. "No, please! Elisha, I'm sorry!"
But Elisha's rage was irrepressible. Gabe's body became a round balloon ball in just seconds, and he gently floated upward. He floated on his back, looking up at the ceiling, when he noticed the ceiling fan. Ceiling fan?! Had that always been there?
He drifted inexorably toward the swinging blades of the fan that threatened to turn his balloon body into shreds.
And then Elisha allowed him to stop, just about a foot from the fan.
"You're going to stay up there for a while and think about what you've done," Elisha told him. She turned to leave, but stopped and spoke over her lovely shoulder. "Oh, and if I were you, I wouldn't spend this time thinking about my mom or my friends as balloons. Everytime you do, you'll get bigger. So don't think about it!" She giggled and left the kitchen.
It was of course impossible not to think about it when Elisha put the thought into his head, so his mind was immediately filled with the images of a balloon Rachel, a balloon-Emily, a balloon Allison, a balloon Talia...!
And with each thought, his spherical shape expanded, growing ever closer to the blades.
Gabe would spend the next hour running songs through his head, anything to keep himself from thinking of inflated women.
He wasn't always successful.
How Elisha's friends became more friendly, and how Elisha saves the day.
A naked Gabriel raced to his room, slamming the door and wiping the sweat off his brow. Lately he had done little else but think of balloons and question his sanity.
Elisha, his witch stepsister—a witch in both the literal and figurative sense—did not seem to tire of her newfound game, which was to inflate her stepbrother like a balloon, and supplement the inflation with painfully cruel mind games. Only last week, she had threatened to pop him with the kitchen ceiling fan. He spent an hour trying to prevent himself from avoiding the blades, only to inflate larger and touch the fan with his inflated body…
…And realizing that, yes, the fan was an illusion. A very realistic mirage, conjured up by his cruel stepsister's magic. It was but one of the cruel inflation games she loved to play with him. And he was trapped in the same house with her.
But this night had been even worse, if that was possible. Oh, sure, every time he inflated he felt as if he would burst. But that feeling seemed more pronounced with every inflation game Elisha played.
It had been yet another evening in a series of evenings in which Gabriel played slave to Elisha and her three hot friends, Talia, Emily, and Allison. Sure enough, it was only a matter of time before Elisha inflated him into a balloon, and their games resumed when Talia picked him up like a beach ball.
"Now, where did we leave off last time?" Talia asked, referring to the time when she had rubbed her breasts in Gabe's face, the resultant sexual energy causing him to automatically expand.
Elisha sat on the couch and popped her bubble gum. "Hey, Talia, he's thinking about you as a balloon right now."
Gabe winced, forgetting that Elisha could read his mind.
Elisha turned to Emily. "And Emily, Gabe thinks about your butt when he whacks off."
"Eewww! Gross!" Emily walked up to Gabe and smacked him out of Talia's hands, knocking him off the wall and into a corner of the room.
"And in the fourth grade," Elisha continued, "he laughed so hard that he pissed his pants."
Gabe cursed inwardly. It was difficult not to think about every embarrassing thing that ever happened to him when he was being systematically humiliated.
"Such language, Gabe!" chided Elisha. She blew a huge pink bubble with her gum, watching it slowly grow till it popped onto her pretty little nose.
At that point, Allison whispered something in Emily's ear. Emily giggled and turned her back to Gabe, sticking her butt out slightly. Allison put her hand on Emily's ass and began rubbing it gently. "Hey, Gabe, you like Emily's ass? You're right. It feels good!"
Gabe watched the red-haired hottie rubbing the fine, round butt of the hot blonde. And he felt himself growing larger.
"He's getting tuned on!" said Emily, looking over her shoulder as Gabe inflated bigger. "So I'd better not do this!" She reached over to Talia's chest, and began rubbing the dark-skinned beauty's bounteous breasts.
Gabe swelled larger and larger.
"Oh, don't do thaa-aat!" Allison said in a mock scolding tone. She leaned over and kissed Emily on the lips, causing Gabe to inflate faster. Emily kissed back, sticking her tongue deep into Allison's mouth. Gabe inflated more. Talia got into the action, and soon, all three beautiful teenage girls were tongue-kissing each other, rubbing their hands over each other's butts, fondling the three pairs of young breasts. Gabe felt his body turning warm as he watched, mesmerized, filling up more and more.
The three girls moaned with passion. Gabe got bigger. The room was filled with the sound of wet lips smacking together, hot breaths being exchanged, and the squeaking, hissing sound of an inflating balloon. Gabe kept inflating involuntarily, unable to turn away from the wonderful three-way.
Pop!
Gabe winced, but it was just Elisha's gum. She stood up from the couch, stepped between the girls, and gently separated them. Gabe's inflation slowed and eventually stopped.
Elisha threw her arms around Allison's and Emily's shoulders. "You know, girls," Elisha began, "we haven't really been fair to Gabe. We're not being nice."
"We're not?" asked Talia. "But he's enjoying himself!"
"And that's why he should get in on the action," Elisha said, exchanging smiles with her friends.
And with that, the four girls piled on to the big balloon.
They giggled as they thrust their nubile figures onto Gabe's round body, their breasts pressing into him, their pelvises pushing against him, their bellies and hips feeling warm against his balloon skin. Worst (or best?) of all, Elisha leaned backward onto him, her tight, hot ass sinking into him as she arched her back, allowing the curve of her back to meld with Gabe's spherical shape.
Gabe didn't stand a chance. He inflated and inflated, the hissing drowned out only by the four assailants' giggling. He grew tighter and bigger than ever before, coming closer, so closer to bursting than he thought possible. He didn't want to burst! He didn't want to think of these sadistic bitches dancing over his shredded remains, giving him no further thought than a burst toy balloon! It wasn't fair! He couldn't bear the idea.
But he didn't want them to stop, either.
And so the four beauties gyrated and thrust, rubbed and stroked, pressing against his skin, causing him to inflate bigger than ever before, until he was sure he would burst...!
Locked inside his room, Gabe sighed, his shoulders sagging. If the phone hadn't rang, distracting Elisha while she chatted with her boyfriend (does he really know what he's taken on?), he might not have made it from the living room in one piece.
He had to get out of this house. He had been cutting it way too close. He thought about running away, but how far would he get? He had no money and his job prospects were low. He wouldn't rule it out, but for now, he would consider once again speaking to his stepmother. But he decided not to think about how he would do it, in case Elisha, with her mind-reading technique, was somehow "listening in." He would first get some much-needed rest.
And as usual, his dreams were full of balloons.
The only way to guarantee that Elisha wouldn't be home was to go during school hours. Just before sixth period, without letting himself dwell mentally too long on his plan, Gabe walked out of school, racing home before, he hoped, Elisha caught on. Even if she caught on telepathically, he didn't think she could teleport and beat him home. As far as he knew.
His silent prayers were answered when he found his stepmother Rachel at home, sitting in the den watching television. She wore a snug plain white T-shirt and black tight stretch pants, but Gabe didn't have the luxury of looking over her fit physique. "Hey!" she said, as Gabriel raced into the house. "Aren't you supposed to be in school?"
Gabe leaned over and gently touched her arm, checking to see if she was real.
"What was that for?"
"I don't have a lot of time," Gabe gasped. "But I have to tell you something: Elisha's been, ah,…" Okay, he wanted to break this slowly, telling her something about how Elisha was torturing him, not mentioning the whole balloon thing, lest she think he was crazy. But time was short, and so was his patience. "Elisha's a witch, and while you're gone, she's been turning me into a balloon. If you leave me alone with her again, I think she's gonna pop me."
Rachel blinked.
"You gotta believe me," he urged her. "You're my only hope!"
She smiled gently and turned off the television. "Okay, you've got my attention."
"I know it sounds crazy, but I couldn't make something like this up," Gabe continued. "Have you ever noticed that Elisha could do strange things?"
"Oh, sure," said Rachel, sitting forward in her chair, her arms across her knees. "She learned them from me."
Now it was Gabe's turn to blink. "She did? So you're—"
"A witch? Sure. I suppose Elisha threatened you not to tell me, right?"
"Yeah."
"Did she tell you why?"
"Well,...she'd get in trouble?"
Rachel laughed. "Oh, she wasn't trying to protect herself. She was trying to protect you." She stood up from her chair, running her hands down her slender hips as she stretched her legs. "She knew that if it turned out that you couldn't keep our powers a secret, something would have to be done about you."
Gabe went white, and his stomach went hollow.
Rachel continued, "And it seems that you can't be trusted with that secret anymore than your father could. So I'm afraid, dear boy, that you'll be leaving us."
Only then did Gabe realize that his body was puffed up again. And soon he felt that now-familiar experience of inflating. "Please...don't...!"
But Rachel just smiled, her eyes glowing, as Gabe slowly became a balloon once again. He knew that now there was no hope for him. No one would come to his aid, and Rachel was clearly hell-bent on seeing him burst.
Suddenly behind him, the door crashed open, and a breathless Elisha came running in the door. "Mom! Don't do it!"
Gabe slowly stopped inflating. He sat there, a large balloon-ball, as Elisha came into view. She stood between him and Rachel. Despite his condition, Gabe had to look down at Elisha's butt, covered so cozily in her compacted blue jeans.
"Honey, he's going to expose us one day," said Rachel. "See? He was just about to tell on you to me. He can't be trusted."
"Just hold it," Elisha pressed on. "I think we can afford to give him a choice."
A choice? The word seemed to confuse both Gabe and Rachel.
Elisha turned around, facing Gabe but speaking to her mom. "We can let Gabe live, as long as he promises to keep our secret safe. Or...he can blow himself up till he pops."
"That's my choice?" asked Gabe incredulously. "You'll just pop me one day anyway!"
"Nope," said Elisha, throwing out her arms. "I won't inflate you anymore if you keep our secret. The choice is up to you."
"Then let me go! I don't want to pop!"
Elisha smiled. "You don't?"
Gabe just looked at her.
She stepped closer. "I can read your mind, Gabe. I know what you want more than you do. But I'm not going to inflate you. It's all in your control now. What do you want?"
Gabe looked over the grinning faces of his attractive stepmother and stepsister. And then he got slowly bigger. "I'm blowing up! You said you wouldn't pop me!"
"We're not doing anything, Gabe," Elisha assured him. "From now on, you'll only inflate if you really want to."
Gabe swelled bigger and bigger, making it necessary for Elisha and Rachel to step backwards so they could still see his face, rising high in the air from the expansion of his balloon body. He looked down at his inflating body, getting bigger and bigger and bigger...
"I want..."
He swelled larger.
"I want..."
He grew bigger.
"I want to be a balloon!!"
Rachel and Elisha exchanged smiling glances before turning their attention back to Gabe, now the size of a weather balloon.
"I want you to both to watch me!" Gabe shouted, as he continued to expand and inflate. "I want you to see me inflate! Watch me become your balloon-boy! See how big I'm getting?! Watch me get bigger! I'm going to be so big for you! For both of you!"
Elisha and Rachel craned their necks as Gabe touched the ceiling, but continued to fill up the room. They stepped back into the foyer to watch him cover up the living room with his ballooning figure. Elisha crossed her arms, a smirk on her lips. Rachel watched with satisfaction as only Gabe's middle could now be seen, billowing out of the room that he had filled so completely.
"See how big I am?" Gabe called out to them, over the rubbery squeaking of his skin. "I love being a balloon! I'm going to be so big! So big! SO BIG! Watch me get huge! I'm getting even bigger! Bigger! BIGGER! So big I want to BURST! I want to EXPLODE! I want to POP! I WANT TO POP!!"
With a thunderous explosion, Gabe burst into nothingness, leaving the room suddenly empty. Rachel put her arm around her stepdaughter's shoulder, giving her a brief hug, knowing that all their wishes, theirs and Gabe's, had come to pass.