The life of a master thief is thrown into chaos when stealing a precious artifact afflict her with a unique curse.
Alisa could have had the easy life. Almost as soon as she could walk, she’d been trained as an acrobat in her family’s circus. It was long, hard work for little reward, but she accepted it as her calling and put all her heart into it. Then, when she was 12, a lottery ticket bought on a whim made the family instant multi-millionaires. Almost overnight, her parents shut down the circus and retired to a life of luxury. But Alisa knew she’d never be happy with everything just handed to her on a platter, and after a few months of “retirement”, she ran away from home.
It was hard living, but Alisa stuck through it, supporting herself with a combination of odd jobs and petty theft. Soon enough, her talents were noticed by a gang of bank and museum robbers. With her lanky, athletic build, gymnastic prowess, formidable flexibility, and quick intellect, she could sneak or squeeze past any guard or security system in her way. It wasn’t long before the skills of this teenage girl exceeded those of grown men twice her age. Realizing that her team was only holding her back, Alisa set out on her own, seeking out ever more valuable treasures. By the time she was 18, she’d amassed a fortune to put her parents’ to shame. And as her abilities grew, so did her scrawny physique blossom into a shapely hourglass figure.
Alisa’s latest target was the “Eye of Helios”, a mysterious crystal from ancient times. She’d already wormed her way into the museum’s basement and reprogrammed most of the sensors, but the pressure-sensitive floor was totally inaccessible. No matter — there was a skylight almost right over the gem that she could easily crack open. After lowering herself down a rope almost to floor level, it was only a matter of swinging back and forth until she made it to the case.
While on a job, Alisa always wore a black PVC catsuit that covered everything from the shoulders down, except the tops of her breasts. It gave her plenty of freedom of movement, had no loose fabric to snag on things, and was nice and inconspicuous in the dark. The only disadvantage was the lack of pockets; anything she wanted to take with her had to be stuffed in her cleavage. But that was space enough for a light job like this. The glass cutter came out, and after a few seconds the golf-ball-sized gem went in. Another job done, she started hauling herself back up the rope.
About ten feet up, Alisa started feeling oddly stiff. For some reason, her arms weren’t bending as easily as they used to. She put it down to overexertion and kept climbing. But a few seconds later, she noticed her catsuit slowly tightening around her upper body. Glancing down at herself, she was taken aback by what she saw: her bosom had swollen to over double its normal size! For a while, she just gaped at her chest as it continued to grow, before realizing that she had to get out of this building while she still could.
When she was halfway up the rope, Alisa had to stop — her ballooning breasts were squeezing the gem between them, and the pinching sensation was getting intolerable. Gripping the rope firmly in her left hand, she snaked the other one into her ever-expanding canyon of cleavage. After some squirming and shoving, she managed to encircle the crystal in her thumb and forefinger. But when she tried to pull out, Alisa found her hand was stuck. The PVC of her catsuit was shiny and slick, but the hands and feet were textured for traction and grip, and her compressed chest had clamped down hard on its contents. Try as she might to extract herself, Alisa was hopelessly ensnared in her own booby trap.
In her struggle, she lost her grip on the gem, and it slipped down the front of her suit, coming to rest around her midsection. Exasperated, Alisa decided to resume climbing. With one hand out of action, her progress was slow, but she was still on track to make it out by morning.
About three-quarters of the way to the skylight, she noticed something odd about the way the rope was rubbing against her stomach. Craning her neck around her cleavage, she was shocked to discover that her belly was also blowing up! Alisa redoubled her efforts, but her bloating body had used up what little slack the tight suit had to offer, and the constricting material was really interfering with her movement. Raising her arm above her shoulders was a struggle against increasing resistance. Her legs, packed like overstuffed sausages into overstretched PVC, were getting harder and harder to bend, and her ascent slowed to a ponderous crawl. Still, she should have enough time to flee the scene before the guards came.
Suddenly, the rope slipped from between her legs. Alisa stifled a scream as she held on for dear life with her one free hand, dangling precariously over an eighty-foot drop. She realized she’d never get her feet back on her lifeline while it was draped over her protruding abdomen. Calling upon all her childhood lessons, she swung the rope behind her, catching it between her textured feet. Her grip was somewhat secure again, and she resumed her climb, but between the awkward position and her lack of flexibility, she was proceeding at a snail’s pace. At this rate, she’d only escape by the skin of her teeth.
At long last, Alisa made it to the ceiling, and her head emerged from the skylight. One final obstacle awaited her, though — her belly wouldn’t quite clear the edge. The Eye of Helios had lodged at the apex of its curve, sticking out like the navel of a pregnant woman, and it was this protrusion that had snagged. Alisa pushed herself as hard as she could, and felt the gem slip over her sweat-slick skin, down towards her nether regions. With her remaining strength, she pulled herself up onto the roof, collapsing on her back in a state of total exhaustion.
This was where they’d find her, Alisa realized. She didn’t have the energy left to run, if she could even move in her constricted state. They wouldn’t even have to throw her in a cell — she was already inextricably trapped in her own personal PVC prison; they’d just have to cut her out of it when her sentence was up. This had to be the Eye’s fault. Alisa realized her body had blown up wherever it had touched her bare skin. Even now, she felt her butt and thighs expanding as the trapped crystal pressed against her crotch. For months, she had lusted after that jewel, and now she only wanted to get it away from herself.
As the first rays of sun beat down on her, Alisa felt a strange warmth. Her eyes flew open in shock as she felt her back pull away from the roof. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the ground receding from her, inch by inch. Frantically, she cast about for something to grab onto, but it was no use. Her latest inflation had stretched her suit to its limit; from her fingers to her toes, she was stiff as a board. All Alisa could do was scream for help that would never come, as she floated ever so slowly up into the colorful dawn sky.
Alisa knew she had only herself to blame for her current predicament. She had had a difficult but rewarding life as an acrobat in her family's circus, and then an easy life when her parents won the jackpot in the state lottery. When she found that retirement didn't suit her, she ran away from home as a teenager, and joined a gang of bank and museum robbers. Her formidable talents made them and her a lot of money, but still she wasn't satisfied. Striking out on her own, she pulled off heist after incredible heist, until her fortune made her parents' pale in comparison -- all before the age of eighteen. Alisa could have retired comfortably years ago, but in her greed she planned just one more job. One ancient, legendary jewel, the "Eye of Helios", would complete her private collection, and then she'd end her career as the world's richest self-made teenage girl billionaire. So caught up in her own legend, she forgot one of the major rules of museum theft: always research her target.
She had plenty of time to reflect on her carelessness, as she floated hundreds of feet in the air.
Yes, the object of her final heist had turned out to be cursed. Everywhere it made contact with her bare skin, her flesh had blown up like a balloon. By the time Alisa realized what was happening, the gem had slipped from its holding place in her cleavage down to her groin, inflating everything it touched along the way. Her attempts to retrieve it from the depths of her catsuit had only gotten her hand wedged irretrievably between the engorged mounds of her chest. Somehow, she had made it outside, where at the break of dawn she discovered the true power of the curse: exposure to sunlight made her body lighter than air.
That had been about six hours ago. Six hours of drifting aimlessly through the sky, turning slowly end over end, watching the ground get farther away every time it came into view. Six hours of the sun beating down on her. It was the middle of summer, and blazing sunlight and black bodysuits didn't make a good combination. But even in her sun-baked upside-down misery, Alisa saw a glimmer of hope. She was sweating like a dog, and this lubrication was finally loosening her hand from the merciless grip of her cleavage.
Carefully, she slid it forward, towards the edge of the PVC. It was crucial that she not break free too soon. Her expansion had run her clothing out of slack, and her other arm and legs were held ramrod-straight. If her final limb joined them, she might never get out of this stupid catsuit. She curled her fingers around the top of the fabric and held on tight. Softened by the intense heat, it slowly began to distort.
All too quickly, her grip failed, and her arm snapped to attention at her side. For a few, agonizing seconds, Alisa held her breath. Just when she had resigned to being trapped forever in her personal plastic prison, the small tear she had managed to make began to lengthen. As it slowly worked its way down her belly, she shrugged her shoulders free, then extracted her arms as the entire suit began to disintegrate. When it tore in half across her crotch, the crystal rolled free across her inverted body, and she caught it her grasp as the shredded PVC fell away from her skin. Almost immediately, she realized her error, as her fingers bloated up like sausages. Before she could even decide to drop the gem, her hands uncurled of their own accord, and Alisa could only watch as the prize she'd gone through so much grief for plummeted away beneath her.
It soon became apparent that getting the Eye away from herself wasn't causing her to deflate; far from it, her body had only swelled larger once freed of its confinement, and between the loss of ballast and her newly-inflated hands, she was rising even faster now. As day turned into evening, a few hundred feet of height became a thousand, and there was absolutely nothing Alisa could do about it. She squeezed her naked body with all the strength she could muster. She called upon her gymnastic training, contorting into every position she could think of, as if the gas within would escape if only she could arrange an exit for it. But Alisa might as well have prayed to the Goodyear blimp.
As the setting sun began to dip below the horizon, she heard the soft sound of hissing. Tears of relief welled in her eyes as the sensation of rising gave way to gentle falling. But as the daylight faded, and her figure shrank, Alisa began to worry -- she was picking up speed, and the ground was still so far away. Faster and faster she descended, until the last rays of direct sunlight were gone. All at once, Alisa was back to normal -- normal other than being a hundred feet above the ground, that is.
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She did realize she was lucky to be alive. Hitting every branch of that tree on the way down was the only thing that had saved her from a lethal impact with the dirt. Alisa only wished that it hadn't been an evergreen that broke her fall. Despite spending the entire day in the air, she hadn't been blown that far from home, and was able to find a road she knew. But to avoid exposure, she had to follow it from the cover of the woods, where needles and vines scratched at her naked body. Then a downpour had started, and Alisa had slippery mud to deal with on top of everything else. By the time she finally made her way home, just before dawn, she was scratched, bruised, caked with dirt, shivering from the cold, sleep-deprived, and so exhausted she barely had the energy to get in the shower.
As she washed the grime from her body, Alisa pondered on her situation. The museum she tried to rob had security cameras, and she had planned to erase their footage before she left. Of course, she had never gotten the chance to do so, and by now her face would be in every police station in the state, if not the paper and TV news. It was time for Alisa to disappear. Fortunately, she'd arranged a comfortable, anonymous retirement to a tropical paradise well in advance.
Meanwhile, miles away in the deep forest, the Eye of Helios lay exposed in a clearing. As the early light of dawn crested over the trees, it was answered with a glow from the center of the crystal. Golden light shone from every facet, until its brightness rivaled the sun itself.
This couldn't be happening, Alisa told herself. She'd dropped that stupid cursed gem almost a day ago. She didn't have it anymore. She didn't know where it was. She didn't WANT to know where it was, or have anything to do with it ever again. And yet, as she stood there in the shower, her body was inflating before her very eyes. It had started with a little bulge in her belly, which grew bigger and bigger as she gaped it at. As it was approaching third-trimester proportions, her swelling breasts began to obscure it from view. It took the sensation of her thighs touching to finally snap her out of her denial -- she he had to get out of the shower while she could still fit through the door!
As a trained acrobat, Alisa was familiar with her body in a way that most people weren't. Anyone can walk, run, stand up, sit down, and do other such mundane tasks without putting any conscious thought into them. But when your daily routine includes tightrope-walking, the trapeze, or laser-based security sensors, you need to know everything there is to know about your shape, your muscles, the range of your joints, and your center of gravity within less than a millimeter. Alisa had spent years memorizing the map of her body, and now it was being rewritten by the second. The upshot was that she currently had all the grace and balance of a pregnant cow walking on marbles. Lurching awkwardly out of the bathroom, she tried to steady herself, but with her hips constantly widening, her gait changed with literally every step she took. Every time she stumbled into a wall, her ballooning belly or butt bounced her back the other way, wreaking havoc on her sense of direction. As she rebounded like a pinball up and down the halls of her house, Alisa was helpless to direct her momentum as it grew and grew to uncontrollable levels. One unlucky ricochet, she feared, and she'd be launched from her home like a human cannonball, perhaps never to return.
Her chaotic path eventually led her to the living room. Alisa's ill-gotten wealth had bought her a huge, spacious mansion, and this was the biggest room in the house. The east wall was covered in windows, providing a splendid view of the sunrise, and it was in front of them that she finally collapsed to the ground. Gasping for breath, Alisa didn't notice the warmth spreading through her body. The sensation of rising in the air, however, was impossible to overlook. With the reflexes of a trained performer, she tried to grab the backrest of a nearby chair, but her swollen palms and sausage-like fingers denied her purchase, and she floated helplessly toward the ceiling.
As she drifted upwards, Alisa rose above the level of the windows, out of direct sunlight. Her body immediately cooled down, and she sighed with relief as she began to sink. But as soon as she fell back into the light, she warmed up and buoyed back again. It took only a few repetitions for Alisa to realize she was caught in an infinite loop: she couldn't get down far enough to touch the ground, nor did her upward trips give her enough momentum to reach the ceiling, and nowhere in her cycle did she get within ten feet of any solid object she could deflect off of.
For hours, Alisa could do nothing but bob up and down. At least being trapped in midair gave her time to think. It was obvious that even without touching the Eye of Helios, she was still caught in its curse. Helios... the Greek god of the sun, and namesake of "helium". So it was probably safe to surmise that she would inflate when the sun was up, and that direct sunlight on her body turned the air inside her into helium. If that was the case, unless she wanted to be nocturnal for the rest of her life, Alisa had to find some way to break the curse on her. That would probably be easier if she still actually possessed the freaking rock, but she had no idea where it had fallen while she was doing her floating act. She had only one lead: a certain antiques dealer who moonlighted as her fence. He was the one who had brought the Eye to her attention, and the only person she could trust with knowledge of her condition.
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It was almost noon before the sun finally rose far enough above the windows for her to touch down. After arranging an appointment with the fence for tomorrow, she had spent the next few hours fruitlessly researching the Eye on the Internet. As the afternoon sun fell, she decided to try an experiment, coating her whole body in a thick layer of the most powerful sunscreen she owned, before stepping in front of the west windows. It was about as effective as a screen door on a submarine, and of course Alisa had neglected to make any arrangements to avoid falling into another yo-yo cycle. By the time the setting sun finally deflated her, it was too late to get anything else done. Having wasted an entire day, time was of the essence if she wanted to make good her escape before the authorities caught up to her.
Alisa woke an hour before dawn the next day, in preparation for the ordeal to come. The first thing to do was find something she could wear. Alisa wasn't exactly the girly-girl type; in fact, she didn't own a single dress. Her clothes tended toward tight shirts and jeans that accentuated her curvy figure, but when the sun came up she'd have far more curves than most of them could even begin to handle. And in addition to accommodating her ballooned body, whatever she wore would have to leave no skin exposed, or the other half of her curse would activate. But she couldn't just wrap herself from head to toe -- the police would be on the lookout for anyone obviously trying to conceal their identity.
Ultimately, Alisa was forced to improvise an ensemble from the components of other outfits. The first chosen item was a neon-green leotard-type top - sort of a cross between a turtleneck and a swimsuit. Its sleeves extended all the way to her wrists, the neck would cover hers without drawing attention to her face like a scarf would, and the closed bottom would ensure it didn't ride up over her belly. Due to the rather garish color, Alisa always layered it under other tops, but this time she'd just have to wear it straight. Below it went on a bright red pair of waist-high tights, a leftover from her acrobatics career. Owing to their origin, they were stretchy, yet thick and surprisingly sturdy, but that color didn't belong anywhere outside a circus. Still, anything that diverted the eye from her face would be a good thing, now that she was a wanted woman. A pair of long white gloves and a wide-brimmed sun hat completed the worst look she had ever worn -- seriously, she looked like a tube of toothpaste. With minutes to go before sunrise, she double-checked the curtains and blinds over her bedroom windows, stood in front of her full-length mirror, and waited for the show to begin.
Even though this was Alisa's third day of being cursed, it was her first chance to observe the changes in her body without any distractions. The first thing she noticed was a brief tingling in her belly. It quickly faded, giving way to a growing sensation of pressure deep within. As she watched, her flat abdomen puffed up into a gentle curve, distending outward as its upper edge rose up her chest. Her breasts, hanging loose under the fabric, morphed from teardrops into hemispheres, tenting her top as they swelled larger and larger. Turning around, Alisa craned her neck behind her to watch her hips flare out. Their relentless spreading gave her rear room to balloon high, wide, and round, jutting out behind her as her thighs thickened. And these incredible sights were accompanied by indescribable sounds: the stretching of skin and cloth, the gentle gurgling of her insides shifting, the occasional soft release of a little gas from one orifice or the other.
Something was wrong. She had either overestimated her outfit's elasticity, or underestimated the curse's power, or maybe both. The garments that were supposed to make room for her growing body were just squeezing her tighter and tighter. She had wisely forgone both bra and panties, but the intimate portions of her top were getting a little too intimate, and her bosom and belly were running out of room to expand. Meanwhile, that pair of tights, which Alisa once imagined could stretch enough to fit an elephant, was trying to strangle the life out of her butt and legs.
Just when she was wondering whether her outfit would burst before she did, her inflation trickled to a stop. With a sigh of relief, Alisa gave her back side a final appraisal. Now she looked less like a tube of toothpaste than a Christmas ornament, but both her body and her clothes were still in one piece. As she turned to get a look at her front, though, a glimpse of her side made her heart sink. Her waist-high tights were now barely hip-high, and her top's leg holes had distended upward to accommodate her bulging belly. Between them, enormous semicircles of bare flesh were exposed. She hitched up her pants until she heard stitches pop, but was still left with little slivers of skin unprotected from sunlight. None of her shirts could reach far enough to cover them, and wearing a jacket would be very suspicious in this hot climate. In desperation, Alisa grabbed a white scarf and tied it around her waist as a sort of belt/sash/sarong/random scrap of cloth thing. Finally, she was fully covered, at the cost of directing even more attention to her lower body. Everyone in a ten mile radius would be staring at her giant red hips and ass.
Alisa spent the next few hours learning how to walk all over again. This time, it wasn't just her unusual shape giving her trouble, but these constraining clothes restricting her range of motion. Even the tiniest stumble inevitably laid her out on the ground; trying to recover her balance was a losing battle against stiff, pressurized thighs stuffed like sausages into unyielding fabric. She could only walk at a bare mince: any faster, and her unmanageably broad hips set an exaggerated gait that inexorably tipped into an uncontrollable staggering run, leading ultimately to a forward dive and belly flop -- if she didn't hit a wall first, of course. And picking herself back up off the floor was an epic adventure long enough to fill an entire trilogy of novels... if they wrote novels about beached whales, that is.
It was almost noon by the time Alisa felt confident that she could walk down the street without falling on her face or ass. Midday would be a critical time for her, as her hat would only fully shade her face when the sun was directly overhead. Driving was out of the question; her hands lacked the dexterity to even turn the ignition. Fortunately, it wasn't a long walk into town. Unfortunately, she wasn't the only pedestrian, and the stares she drew were, if anything, even worse than she imagined. From the front, she could at least pass as a heavily-pregnant woman who couldn't afford a maternity wardrobe, but the back was a whole other story. Whenever she glanced behind her, every gaze, male and female, was fixated on her cursed booty as it gyrated obscenely. Little children pointed at her and asked if that lady was sick. Men were tripping over their own feet, and she was certain she had caused at least one traffic accident -- and probably several pants accidents as well.
Finally she reached the antiques store, and not a moment too soon. Somewhere along the way she had got a couple of plainclothes cops on her ass... on her tail... following her. Alisa quickly ducked inside, signaling her fence to distract them as she headed up the stairs to the roof. Once at the top, she locked the door behind her and considered her options. The plainclothes detectives couldn't follow her without blowing their cover, but it wouldn't take long for them to call in uniformed officers. A week ago, she could have easily jumped across to the next roof; today, she wasn't sure she could jump over a crack in the sidewalk.
A mosquito buzzed around her cheek. Trying to swat it away, Alisa misjudged her swollen hands and knocked her sun hat clean off her head. Dread filled her as the sun on her exposed face triggered the curse. She tried to pick it up, but her downward squat was checked halfway when her clothes ran out of slack. Trying to force her body farther down was a fight against insurmountable resistance -- her too-tight tights obstinately refused to yield another inch, and her leotard top bit deeper into her crack and crotch. In her struggle, Alisa lost her balance, and just barely managed to grab her hat as she toppled forward. Hugging it to the back of her neck, she was relieved to feel herself cool down and the roof reassert its pressure against her.
For the second time in three days, Alisa found herself stranded on a rooftop, trapped in her outfit, waiting to be arrested. This time, though, she welcomed the opportunity to be thrown in jail. Touching the Eye of Helios had dragged her into a living hell. Every morning for the rest of her life, her body would betray her. Daybreak would transform her from the pinnacle of gymnastic perfection to a pathetic creature who couldn't even touch her toes. She'd have to live as a vampire, because the slightest bit of sunlight could send her into the stratosphere. Forget the beach house in the Carribean; her new retirement home would have to be a cave in Alaska. Better to just let herself be locked up, where she could be sure of a roof over her head, even when she couldn't count on the floor under her feet.
Alisa was so wrapped up in her own misery that she didn't notice an ominous new development. Her squatting had put too much stress on those circus tights, and a major structural failure was imminent. Broken threads begat more broken threads, until the seat of her pants ripped wide open. Alisa gasped in horror as she felt her bubble butt break through to daylight. She brought her sun hat down to cover her ass, but it was like swapping a handkerchief for a tablecloth. With what little flexibility she could muster, she flipped herself over, draping it over her face. This brought her relief for a few seconds, until the crotch of her top snapped. Like a windowshade rolling up, it exposed her entire bloated belly, and no matter how she stretched, tugged, or pleaded, covering herself proved to be an impossible task.
Alisa was only about thirty feet high when the cops busted down the roof door. None of them thought to look up, and for her part she saw no need to make any such suggestion. They couldn't reach her -- nobody could reach her. Her clothes continued to disintegrate, and in less than a minute her outfit was reduced to gloves and shoes. A gentle breeze built up to a stiff wind, and Alisa soon found herself floating over unknown territory. This was no time to feel sorry for herself, she realized. She was a self-made woman, and her current situation was just another obstacle to overcome. She'd get back down to the ground eventually. She'd work around the schedule enforced on her. She'd find ways to use her condition to her advantage, like her recent escape from certain capture. She'd practice, and practice, until being inflated was as natural to her as breathing. She'd scour the world for every scrap of information on the Eye of Helios. And one day, Alisa would break this curse on her and take her body and her life back!
For the second time in three days, Alisa found herself floating in the open air, just like a balloon let go by a small child. Extra embarrassing was the fact she was nude as a babe. Red in the face, Alisa squeezed her hands, trying to gain some semblance of control. Her fat fingers couldn’t even make an entire fist due to how inflated she was. She was a dirigible flying through the air, rising higher and higher.
At least this time, she wasn’t stuck in a big black suit that turned her into a steaming ball of air –that was fortunate. Instead, Alisa felt the wind curve around her skin, tickling open parts of her that she didn’t know she wanted to be tickled. The sunlight heated her face, causing her to blink. Thankfully, a strong wind flipped her ass-side up, leaving her looking down upon the cityscape.
Both terrifying, yet a bit exhilarating, the winds battering her body accelerated her across the sky, the ground looked to be going about a mile per minute. She didn’t actually know how fast she was going right now, but it seemed to be quick. This lasted for hours and Alisa hoped nobody would spot her so high up. She guessed she was nearly two-thousand, twenty-five hundred, feet above the ground, so she prayed that this was high enough to be out of sight. Not only for her decency, but to avoid capture. She did briefly wonder if the police would put that on her record:
“Be on the lookout for an inflating thief. Her ass is so big you could balance a plate on it. Tits you could smother a guy in. Belly so huge you can bounce a basketball off it.”
The thought made her feel a bit nauseous – forget about money, if her reputation went in the gutter, she’d be boned. Night turned into day, the slowly fading sun made Alisa descend once more. Fate once again smiled on her as treetops rose to meet her. This time she was ready, her blimp body prepared for its inevitable slimming. Alisa did her best to focus on the tallest tree, and before she knew it, she caught the very top of it. The acrobat’s body was slimming faster than ever. She held on for dear life and felt her body compress, Alisa grinned when she could feel movement in her arms again. She pulled and her deflating figure slammed briefly against the tree. Her deflation finished, leaving her back to normal.
“Yes, gotcha now!” She cried out. Her once again toned body felt amazing, that was until she realized she was naked once again. Not only this, she had to descend down a prickly tree to reach the bottom. The acrobat sighed and looked around. In the distance was a familiar road, fortune kept her favored. Her descent was slow and her trek was harsh, it was long too. Even with how familiar the road was, she knew the sight of a good looking naked woman walking down the road would’ve attracted weirdos. She had to hide whenever she saw the flash of a headlight. After hours of walking, Alisa could see the roof of her house, followed by seeing one of her worst fears come true. Many officers, law enforcement agents, and even a camera crew were out front. Alisa quickly hid behind a tree and peeked her head out every so often.
“Dammit!” She cursed. Alisa was ruined: they were probably taking her caches, her equipment, hell, even her future plans right now. She thankfully didn’t name any of her contacts, but still, her network was compromised. Who’d work with a caught thief? Alisa, now homeless, shivered. She first needed shelter, then clothes, then a way to escape from this place.
Her options were limited, too far away from the city and she was not going to attempt hiding in the forest naked. There was an option for her though, Mr. Abernathy’s barn about four miles south of her. Mr. Abernathy, and his family, were her closest neighbors. They never pried into her business, nor did she pry into theirs. Alisa knew the police would have already searched it, and most likely wouldn’t do another sweep. With nowhere else to go, Alisa began to trek towards the barn.
The entire valley felt cold, she shivered. Harsh winds chilled her bare form, her teeth chattered in her mouth. The thought of a warm bed filled her mind. Anything to get her mind off of freezing to death. It was only four miles down the road, but in her condition, it felt like forever. The sight of golden wheat peaking near the road caused a sudden flush of relief. She made it! All she had to do was run into the field and towards the barn.
She bumped into wheat which thwacked against her body. The barn loomed about half a mile into the field. Alisa smiled, she could do this. It was awkward being naked though, streaking through a wheat field was something she’d only do in her wildest of dreams. A part of her wished to be back at the circus, at least she wouldn’t be out here.
Above the mountain a glimmering light twinkled in the sky. She turned to behold the rising sun. Worry instantly filled her body – she had to get into the barn NOW! Alisa broke into a run. Wheat slapped against bare skin while the sun’s rays began to rise over the mountain. Being that she wasn’t faster than light, Alisa could feel heat before the now-familiar tingling sensation of expansion filled her body. The barn appeared in the distance and Alisa ran with all of her might, even with the sensation of her floating upwards filling her body.
Her stomach, tits, and ass sounded like hollow drums as they expanded from the sunlight. A hiss filled her ears. The naked woman gritted her teeth. It was only by the long wheat stalks did she not take the full brunt of the sunlight on her skin. Finally, she passed right out of the wheat field onto open ground. In front of her, the barn doors were open enough to see inside. Maneuvering quickly, with all the force she could muster, Alisa jumped in. Her gaseous body briefly made her float before she slammed into the ground. She bounced a bit, causing a groan to escape her.
Sunlight shone through myriad holes in the decaying roof. Realizing how she was not out of danger yet, Alisa divided into what she hoped was an unused hay pile. Her naked form was tickled by the loose hay but the inflating woman did her best to cover herself. It was difficult, being so round caused the hay to slide off her body, adding to this was her slowly diminishing agility. Inflating arms with hands blowing up would’ve done that to anybody.
Once she was certain that the hay covered every part of her, Alisa waited for the sun to touch her. Underneath the pile she could see glimmers of light, she waited for herself to inflate. Thankfully, it didn’t but the sheer humiliation of being covered in hay made Alisa cringe. Just two days ago she was in a good sized mansion, now she was here! Absurd! The inflatable thief did her best to keep her mouth shut, she didn’t want to suck in hay.
Exhaustion wormed its way through the body, eyelids began to droop and adrenaline began to fade. Alisa began to close her eyes and prayed that in her sleep she didn’t shrug off her hay blanket. Hour after hour, sunlight began to dim, and Alisa stirred. Out from the pile of hay her popped out the nude form of Alisa. Slimmed back down to her normal size.
“Back to normal again.” Alisa's mouth felt parched. She had done nothing but run and fly for an entire day. Hands flew to her side and wiped off any hay that touched her. Her eyes wandered, it was dark, the type of dark you only experienced you never wished to experience. The moon was new; Alisa had no idea what time it was, or how long she had until dawn beckoned her back into the sky. Last night she at least had moonlight guiding her steps here, but right now she was as blind as a bat.
Her house was most likely raided, but she knew for certain that she kept a few caches just in the event this happened. If there was a chance she had any wealth left, she should take it. There was also the matter of fake I.D, she had to leave the country for awhile. It was too hot for her; the thought of leaving her home actually made Alisa pause. That right there was the most disheartening thing, besides her inflation, that she could conceive.
Four miles back and fortune smiled on Alisa. There was only a single cop car near her front, but there was a lot of evidence it was only a recent development. The sight of tire tracks and footprints in her lawn made Alisa grimace. She didn’t take any chances going through the front door, instead she took a much more obscure route.
Up the side of her house she went. She had the place built so she could easily travel up and down its side if she was ever locked out. The second story window was unlocked, thank heavens. She shimmied her way right into the main hall of the second story.
There were no footprints on the floor but there was evidence that people were here. Each time she peeked into a room she bit her lip in frustration. Gone were years of work and wealth. All taken away, no doubt hidden in an evidence locker in the city. There was no time to act sentimental, just get the money and get out.
Upon reaching her bedroom, Alisa immediately walked towards her bed frame and began to move it. It was much easier without a mattress, law enforcement probably thought her mattress was filled with illicit goods, but it was still difficult to move the frame. Sliding the heavy bed frame to the left, Alisa looked at a blank wall. Carefully, a single finger traced a miniscule line until a curve was found. One fingernail into it and the thief pried the wall open. There a hollow greeted her, inside of it was an envelope and a small blank I.D
“This is all I have left, and I never thought I’d need this.” Alisa opened the envelope, about two-thousand, maybe even twenty-five hundred, dollars. And for the I.D, all she had to do was find a certain guy and have them print out her new name. Upsetting, but she calmed herself. Alisa looked around seeing if any of her other stashes were found.
The one inside the armoire, gone. The one behind the sink in her bathroom, gone. The one hidden in the floorboard, that was really gone. An entire section of floor was pulled up and dragged somewhere else. So what she held was all she had left.
“It's not fair.” The thief spoke louder than she wished.
“What was that?”
Alisa looked up and heard footsteps coming towards her. The thief rushed behind her great armoire and hid. The footsteps came closer and closer until her door creaked open. She did not dare to even peak, she could put two and two together and know this was a police officer. Why he had no partner, because she could tell there wasn’t a second set of footsteps, she didn’t ask. Who knows what was going on, but a plan began to sprout.
The man took a peak around but didn’t step all the way into the room.
“I must be imagining things. Jake leaves for a family emergency and I start freaking out because he’s gone.” He turned and went away. Alisa took her shot. She shuffled out the door and snuck right behind the guy. He was in the middle of rubbing his face right before Alisa chopped him on the head. Her attack caused a brief cry of pain then nothing, he was out cold.
“I guess those karate lessons were worth three-k.” Alisa then went to work. She stripped down the man and took whatever she could. Even taking a few of his dollars for herself. All he had left were his underwear, which she didn’t dare put on. What she took was his pants and his shirt. Extremely baggy and awkward in every conceivable way, she knew if she wore her normal clothes they’d vice grip her when her inflation hit again.
The officer’s gun gave her a moment’s pause. A life of crime had drilled many lessons into Alisa, one of which was that weapons tended to escalate a situation. The only time a gun made a criminal safer was when it raised her chance of survival from zero to slightly greater than zero. But then again, probably no criminal in history had ever been in Alisa’s very specific situation. And if nothing else, the ballast would come in handy. Finished, she fished into the man’s pocket and pulled out a pair of keys. Not even missing a beat, she rushed downstairs and out the door.
The keys opened the car, she got into it, put the keys into ignition and drove away. GPS was turned off, radio was silenced, and any way to track her was null and void. All she had to do was head south towards the border, meet her contact to create an I.D, and then….
Make a new life she supposed.
“I still have enough time, I’m still young.” Alisa hyped her own nerves. She didn’t know how long she drove down the road. All she was doing was trying to drive southwards as fast as possible. Every so often the gas tank read emptier and emptier, but Alisa knew she had at least enough to take her three-fourths the way there. What she didn’t know though was that she could’ve cut down a fair bit of travel if she had her GPS, instead she wasted two, maybe even three hours, driving down the main stretch of road. This was how the sun caught up to her.
Her skin felt prickly and Alisa could hear a familiar sound fill the car.
“No, not now. Don’t you dare. Where’s a damn motel?” She cried. Ass filled her pants causing a bit of rise in the thief’s seat. No underwear meant her bare necessities rubbed oddly into the crotch of her pants causing her to grimace. A flush of belly pushed itself outwards. Next her breasts ballooned. The clothes were just baggy enough that they didn’t constrict her movement, yet even that advantage was slowly being lost. Greater her dimensions became while she drove down the road, Her arms smacked either against her burgeoning bosom or an expanding belly. Alisa whistled a small tune while she drove, she needed to find a place to stop.
A cry of fear echoed out from her, a sudden flash of expansion filled her body. A whistle of rubber on the road filled the air. Suddenly she had to swerve from this burst of gas. Alisa braced herself, she was about to hit a tree. The impact caused her to grunt from the sudden shock, and the airbag deployed. Cushioned by both her body and the airbag, Alisa groaned. Her face was buried in her tits.
Her hand tried to grab a handle to escape her excess mass; the door opened and Alisa came out of the car. Groggily groans wheezed out. The sun reached the sky and a dim morning met the crash. The feeling of being lifted towards the sky made Alisa freak for a moment. Her feet left the ground and she was lifted towards the sky once again. This time she wasn’t nude, so that was a definite plus. Her clothing didn’t constrict, it was more gently covering her like fur, there was enough loose material to slap against inflated bits though.
She sighed in defeat, once more into the sky. If only she would have reached the treeline next to her, she could’ve been caught. Wait – there was still a chance that it could actually work! Twisting a bit in her position causing her to wobble in the air, Alisa pulled out her firearm. She was ascending a foot per second, so she had to make this count. Her fat sausage fingers pulled the trigger, difficult but doable. A gunshot fired and Alisa yelled in fright while the force of the gun propelled her forward. She still wasn’t close enough, so she fired again. More and more gunshots filled the air until Alisa knew for certain she had a single bullet left. Fearing the worst, Alisa closed her eyes and pulled the trigger. To her immense relief, Alisa was propelled right under the treeline. A smile covered her face while thick branches covered her body, nestling her away from the open sky. All she had below her was the ground nearly forty feet down. Scary, but better than nearly hundreds of feet into the open air.
Two whole days. Alisa had planned and executed entire heists in as much time as it had taken her to slink home, escape with a handful of cash, crash her car, and get stuck in a tree to wait out another day. Two days ago she’d been so confident that she could master her curse – but the curse had shown her who wore the pants in the relationship, and who wouldn’t even fit in them. A gentle breeze stirred the branches, and Alisa clutched at them with all the strength her swollen fingers could manage. She simply couldn’t deal with spending a third day aloft, not to mention that all her money was still in the car. It was still too early to give up, but living with inflation was clearly going to be harder than she’d imagined.