Musings 4: New Ideas

Hello again.

It’s been a long time, hasn’t it? Long enough that you might not remember me, I’d bet. That’s okay. We have ways of bringing back things that have slipped your mind, if we need to. But maybe a little reminder would help. 

You’ve always had a good imagination. That’s what I remember liking about you first. It’s what draws me to you, even now. But then, sometimes an imagination just isn’t enough on its own, is it? 

That’s where I came in. You called me Auria, and I was your Muse. I don’t mean that in a literary way; I’m talking about an actual spirit who visited you to help you transform your ideas into work. You see, you were thinking about… well, let’s stop dancing around the subject. You wanted a woman who would be a balloon with you.

It’s all right. I’m not going to judge. It’s my job to help people like you have those fantasies. And I loved it. Oh, there were some interesting times here and there, but when I inflated for you, when you made me so round, I felt an exhilaration beyond just the physicality of fullness. It was that I was full for you. 

We’ve kept in touch, you know. You wouldn’t have recognized me in all your dreams, but I was there, with me guiding your mind and you guiding my flesh. I technically wasn’t supposed to visit you, as you weren’t trying to create something from the sweet experiences that vanished upon waking, but I missed the touch of your imagination and its effects on me as I swelled under your direction.

That was selfish of me, I’ll admit it. And now I’ve gone and done something that needs your help even more, and a psychic visit won’t do. This time, I need you here, with me.

I’ve had An Idea.

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I remembered going to bed last night, but when I awoke, my vision cleared like a thick fog dissipating before my eyes. I was still wearing what I’d gone to sleep in, a loose t-shirt and a pair of flannel pajama pants, but I was sitting in a comfortably sturdy wooden chair, the kind normally seen at jury duty or your more upscale garage sale. 

The room I was in was colored the kind of eye-watering off-white that seemed to defy perspective–the walls could have been twenty feet away in a decently sized room, or they could have been giant and hundreds of feet in the distance. The lack of direct lightning didn’t help; everything was lit by an indirect glow that seemed to come from the air itself. Other touches gave the room personality: the large wooden desk in front of me, cluttered with…scrolls?; a set of wooden filing cabinets; a massive, fluffy-looking bed over in one corner. And, of course, dominating my view in front of me was my Muse.

It wasn’t that she was large in any way at the moment. She seemed to have a presence that drew my attention to her, and the blandness of the background made everything around her fade to obscurity as long as she was looking into my eyes. There was simply nothing else worth seeing as long as she was in my vision.

She is beautiful, of course. I think she was created fully-formed with a good amount of attributes that plenty of people would find alluring. Her deeply tan skin contrasted with the pale linen of her toga, and her large brown eyes peeked from under a mass of chestnut curls gathered in a loose updo, held in place by a metal band reminiscent of a laurel wreath. A few of these ringlets had freed themselves to hang around her face, giving her a gentle, approachable look despite the standard-issue Muse toga that demurely kept her chest out of view. She was sitting across the desk from me. A tall cylinder of gas stood in a wheeled cart behind her chair, its fittings and hose decorated with ornate golden trappings.

“Have you had a good enough look yet?” she asked in a strong voice. “I suppose we do have all day, but still.”

I was about to say something that I thought was witty in response, but my memory opened and I was suddenly flooded with recollections of my thoughts of her. She was more than just a fantasy I turned to in the dark of night; here in front of me was a woman, a goddess (no, she had been clear that she wasn’t that) who had brought my innermost desires to life on multiple occasions. Auria, her name was. The word seared itself across my mind in white-hot letters.

“How am I just now remembering…?” I began, and waved my hands in her direction, trying to convey everything around us.

“You couldn’t be allowed to go on with all of this in your memory,” she explained gently. “Not only would it miss the entire purpose of the Muses, but it would be a cruelty.” She folded her hands neatly and leaned towards me. Her voice dropped huskily, as if sharing with me her deepest confidence. “After all, how could you go on in society knowing that I was here, forever out of reach, your constant, inflatable immortal?”

As boastful as the words were, she said them matter-of-factly and I instantly realized the truth in them. I’ve had my share of romances and losses in my life, even after my first encounters with Auria, and I’d loved each of them as much as I could at the time. I realized now that compared to Auria’s supernatural force of personality and the way she tapped directly into the center of my sexual drive, these other relationships would have been like lit matches being held up against a lighthouse. No, I needed Auria to be a dimly-remembered dream while I was on Earth.

Speaking of which… I tore my eyes away from Auria and looked around the room, taking in the aforementioned furniture as the flood of memory settled. Yes, I’d been here before, more than once. The near-or-far ambiguity of the walls faded as perspective returned. This was Auria’s office in whatever plane of existence the Muses were based out of. She had brought me here to train me for some Muse-ing of my own, though demand for that seemed to have slowed shortly after I started; either human women were getting better at having inflation ideas without my assistance, or something had happened here in Musespace to make the position unnecessary. Of course, after most of these appearances as an inflation inspiration, Auria and I would have a private debriefing here, usually followed by a physical encounter of our own. The large wooden doors with frosted windows led outside, though I had never had the chance to see what was beyond. A cluttered arrangement of cabinets and a counter off to one side seemed to be new since the last time I had been here. A hanging curtain around that area would have kept the mess out of sight, if it had been closed off.

When she saw me looking over in the direction of the counter, Auria nodded towards the mess. “That’s why I’ve brought you here this time,” she explained. “I’ve done something that goes outside of my duties, and that’s where the magic happens.”

“Are you saying you’re breaking Muse Law or something?” I asked. “What do you have over there?”

Auria seemed to have been waiting for this question. She leaned back in her chair and thumped her sandaled feet on the desktop as she crossed her legs and smiled, clearly pleased with herself.

“I’ve gone rogue. A Muse has had an inspiration of her own.”

She’d delivered the line with such importance, but... “Huh?”

Auria rolled her eyes. “You don’t get it. Me, and the others like me here, we’re Muses. We bring existing ideas to you humans, or direct your thoughts to where you come up with the...” she trailed off, then snapped her fingers. “...connections! We don’t have ideas first ourselves and then give them to you.”

“Are you not supposed to, or are you talking about some kind of curse? You’re not stupid!”

She seemed put out at the implication. “It’s not about intelligence. It’s just the way we work, a fundamental part of what makes a Muse a Muse. I’m not just a human with magic powers.”

I raised my hands in mock defeat. “Okay, okay. Coming up with something on your own sounds like a big deal, then.”

Auria looked ready to go into more detail, but her previous demeanor returned with a sly grin. “Right,” she said, sweeping her legs off her desk and standing up. “I have something to show you.” The Muse walked to the corner of the room with the cluttered counter I’d seen before, then turned back to me. “Over here!”

I hastily rose and joined her, standing at her side. There were some small rods, what looked like lengths of tubing, and several tools, some of which I could identify but more than a few seeming to have strange uses that weren’t immediately apparent. 

“I’m sorry, I’m not seeing it,” I said, after a few seconds of silence.

Auria laughed, a happy sound that played down my spine, raising my hair along the way. Good Lord, she was attractive, and even before she started directly playing up to my turn-ons. “That’s because I haven’t shown it to you yet. I had a little introduction ready, too.”

I nodded. “Fire away.”

She turned and hopped up on the counter, sitting on a section of the workspace that was luckily clear of mechanical debris. She then stared into my eyes, dazzling me with the warmth of her own amused gaze. “What’s the first thing to pop into your head when I say the word ‘hoses’?”

“You,” I said instantly. “It’s, uh... It’s something of a problem, actually.”

“No!” she said. “If you were coming at this from my end, it would be kinks.”

“Nice.”

“Still no!” she laughed. “I meant tangles. Or knots. Hoses are complicated, and they’re a pain in the ass to keep under control.”

I searched my newly restored memories for our previous encounters. ‘They didn’t seem that much of a problem before.”

She waved my comment aside. “Those are magical hoses. Somebody did a lot of complicated spellwork to make them work the way they do.”

“It still seems like you’ve got a good—” I began.

“Trust me. Hoses are all over the place, they restrict your movement while you’re trying to get a nice bloat on...”

“There’s got to be a better way,” I intoned seriously, nodding my head with each word.

Auria smacked me on the shoulder gently. “Joke all you want, but yes, wise guy. As a delivery system, hoses are a thing of the past.”

I shrugged. “So? You’re a Muse. Use magic.”

She tilted her head slightly and crossed her legs. “It’s about the suspension of disbelief, my writer friend.” 

Auria pulled a familiar air hand-pump from under the counter and set it on the surface with a thunk. “If your fantasy depends on the air coming from one place and going into another, there needs to be a rational way for it to go from Container A,” she placed one hand on the pump, “and get it into Container B,” she finished with her other hand on her stomach.

It was getting clearer to me. “So as long as it makes sense within the story for the air to get into you somehow, you could just magic air into yourself and blow up that way.”

She nodded. “And if it’s more believable for it to come through a hose, then a hose is the way to go for that story. But here I have something that does away with the problems of the hose and provides a suitable air induction vector!”

I frowned slightly. “Who’s the audience for this? I think you’re losing me.”

“Other inflation Muses, of course. People for whom getting large amounts of air inside them is a common situation.”

“I... oh. Are there a lot of you now? I thought—”

Auria smiled again. “We can talk about that later, if you like. But for now, I need to show you... this!” She opened a drawer and pulled out two cylinders, each about an inch thick. One of them was about four inches long and polished metal, with a small hole on one end under a thin plastic cap. The other seemed to be half that long, but had a round T-shaped handle stuck on the end and was made of a thick, dark rubber. She held one in each hand and held them out to me.

I looked at them for a moment before picking them up. The metal one seemed to fit nicely in my hand, and I recognized the hole as a sort of socket that a hose she had used before would fit into snugly. The rubbery one felt like it weighed more than the metal one, and had a very slight give to its surface. 

The handle on the shorter one reminded me of something, too. “Is this supposed to go, um...? Inside the, er...?”

Auria took the metal tube from me and laughed. “Oh, I forgot you’re a blusher! Yes, let’s call that a plug if you’re squeamish.”

She took a now-ubiquitous Muse hose from a cabinet and attached one end to the air pump, then removed the cap from the end of the metal cylinder and attached the other end of the hose. “The air that enters the hole on this half gets sent by a one-way portal into the half you’re holding.” She gave the handle on the pump a slow up-and-down, and I felt the tube in my hand shift slightly. “Your half there contains the receiver end of the portal, and will begin to inflate the plug. Once the plug has blown up a bit, it will form an airtight seal inside the user, and at a certain pressure, any new air sent will be released from that half and into the inflatee.”

She reached over and closed my hand around the plug end of the system. “Keep your fingers tight, but don’t start squeezing.” She pumped the handle a few more times, and the cylinder began to swell. Soon it was about twice as thick as it had been before, and pressed against the circle of my hand. “Good. Now don’t relax.” She pumped more, and I began to feel puffs of air against my face as air escaped from the end of the plug, each accompanied by a soft pfft.

“I see,” I said. “So you can still use your tanks and pumps and so on without a full hose. How does it get from one tube to the other?”

Auria shrugged. “Magic.”

“Oh, come on,” I groaned.

She smiled, understanding my frustration. “I know, we just went over this. But it’s a one-way teleporter, or whatever you want to call it. It’ll work here, or in a dream. You can think of it as advanced tech if you need to, but just accept that the air is going from one place and into the other place. How it does it isn’t as important to the story as whether or not you can believe that it’s doing it.”

Auria set her end down and motioned for me to come closer. I stepped up to her, and she uncrossed her legs so that I was standing between her knees as she sat on the counter facing me. She took my hands in hers and guided my thumb on the handle to a button on the side of the shaft, below where it had started swelling. “This is the release,” she said, pressing it with my thumb under hers. The plug gently gave up its pressure against my other hand while it deflated, shrinking back down into its previous size.

She clasped her hands, holding mine between them. “And that’s it. Simple, right? You know what to do.”

I blinked at her. “I suppose so. Is that why I’m here?”

Auria grinned excitedly. “Of course! I need to do a trial run, and I can’t ask anyone here to do it with me because we’re not supposed to be able to invent new things. Innovation takes a dim view on those who try.”

Without a further explanation of that cryptic remark, she leaned forward and put her arms around my neck, then hugged me to bring her mouth up to my ear. “We have magic, an unlimited supply of air, and privacy,” she whispered. Each syllable raced its way down my spine, hitting all the ON switches along the way. I closed my eyes and suppressed a shiver. “Come on. Help a girl out.”

Another chance, after all this time... Of course, I could only agree. I nodded and leaned into the hug, putting my own arms around her. I pulled her close, getting the scent of her while I felt the smooth muscles of her shoulders. “Just say the word.”

She grinned and tightened her hug for a moment, then let me go. “Just a moment,” she said. “I need to change.” She got up from the counter and took the plug from my hands, then crossed the room to the bed and walked around a privacy screen that had been set up in the corner.

“What’s over there?” I asked.

“Change of clothes,” she responded from the other side. As she talked, her toga came flipping up to lay over the screen, but its material was thick enough to prevent any interesting shadows from being shown through from the other side. “The point of this is to be able to get the benefits of a hose without the inconvenience, so...” She emerged wearing a perfectly modern dark gray business skirt and a loose, button-down white blouse. “Inflating using a hose through these would be awkward, so they’ll be a nice trial run.”

Her outfit also put me in the mind of prim and proper office ladies; if she had on a pair of glasses and a badge on a lanyard, she’d complete the look. Instead of mentioning that, I nodded. “Makes sense. So where’s the, ah...?”

“Plug,” she chided. “You’d better get used to saying it. And it’s already in.” She turned away from me and leaned over the bed, showing me her pleasantly round rear end. “Can you see anything?” Her skirt was shapely without being overly tight, and it reached to just below her knees. The blouse was tucked into the waist of her skirt, and the pleating of her top promised to unfold nicely when the time came.

“I see plenty,” I said, “but no, as far as I can see, it’s just you.”

“Good,” she said. “Nice and snug, and perfectly concealed.”

Auria finished posing and walked back to her desk, where she ruffled through the papers until finding something she was looking for. “Full insertion trial, take one,” she said, writing something. She turned towards me and waved her hands in a go ahead gesture. She didn’t need to tell me twice. Even as I approached her, I pulled the handle on the pump and pushed it down a single time in a smooth motion.

A slightly puzzled look went across Auria’s face and she leaned back to rest her hands against the surface of the desk.

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

“No, no,” she replied. “It’s just a little funny, feeling it getting snug.” She shook her head once as if clearing out doubts and smiled at me again. “Keep going.”

I obliged, pumping her a few more times. The Muse shivered slightly and smoothed her skirt down along her hips. I couldn’t see any change in her myself, but she was clearly feeling the plug getting up to something within her. I was standing near her by this point, ready to put down the pump if needed while still being able to keep her full body in view.

“Slowly now,” Auria said, and I changed my tempo, quickly sliding the handle up, then slowly compressing it back down. Each full pump took me several seconds to complete, accompanied by the quiet whisper of the air moving through the hose. She drew a shivering breath. “It’s pressing up in a sensitive spot. But I think it’s just about to–” I started another pump, and she suddenly broke off and made a sound between a sigh and a quiet moan.

I immediately stopped pumping while she leaned back against her desk. “Ah, there it is,” she breathed, then her eyes opened and she looked back at me. “The plug’s started releasing air,” she explained, as if that hadn’t been obvious.

“So, is that it?” I asked. “You do want me to keep pumping, right?”

“Gods, of course,” she answered. “I need you to see what happens.” She stood again, no longer leaning against the desk. “A little faster now that we’ve crossed this threshold, please.”

I began pumping slightly more rapidly and circled around Auria for a better view. Sure enough, with each stroke of the handle, I could see her skirt appear to grow slightly more taut. The fabric wasn’t at the point of stretching yet, but the ass underneath was filling it more and more.

Her growth seemed limited to her backside; from what I could see her waist and thighs remained the same size, leaving her cheeks and hips the only parts of her body blowing up to hold the air being pumped into her. As her rear expanded, it pushed backwards, widening to either side as it went. Her skirt broadened along with her, the fabric remaining smooth and tight without forming the ripples and warp of cloth under intense strain.

“Are these clothes magical?” I asked, leaning closer. I stopped pumping for a moment and ran my hand up her leg from the knee. She sighed contentedly and shifted her stance, the better for me to examine her legs. Her flesh seemed to be as supple and giving as one would expect of an uninflated woman, and her waist remained unchanged though her upper thighs were beginning to bulge outwards to match her hips. The majority of the air was packed into her buttcheeks, which flared out behind her. The tops of her cheeks curved higher than the skirt’s waistband, causing the cloth to pull upwards and drape along the roundness of her backside. The material was beginning to show signs of tension, revealing the tantalizing dimples of panty lines swooping around each cheek.

I brought my hand along the curve of her ass, feeling the ridge of the elastic lines where they arced across her swollen derrière. “Ah, hell,” Auria muttered. “We’ve barely even started and it’s having an effect on me.”

“What do you mean, ‘we’ve barely started’?” I asked. “You’re not giant, but you’re still a lot bigger than normal.”

“I mean, we haven’t used a whole lot of air, and it’s remaining confined to one part of me.” Auria seemed flustered even as she sounded slightly irritated. “The plug isn’t working for a full inflation like I’d wanted, but it’s doing well in its limited area.”

“Well, that’s scientific discovery, isn’t it?” I pointed out. “Not everything goes the way it’s designed.”

Auria reached out to me and gently took the pump and the metal cylinder from my hands. “I see that the device doesn’t leak when there’s no air being moved through it. The seal is working just fine on the plug end.”

A mischievous glint appeared in her eye, and she handed the cylinder back to me, placing the pump on the desk. “Why don’t you go ahead and blow into that end on your own?” she asked.

I held it up and looked at the hole. “Will that work?”

“I don’t see why it shouldn’t. Air goes in one side and comes out the other. I didn’t make it specify that it had to come from a tank or pump.” She folded her hands over mine, with the tube held between them. “Give it a try for me.” 

I pulled one of my hands out from between hers and held it on her arm. “Stop making this sound like it’s difficult for me. The hardest part is keeping my hands off you.” 

“And you’ve already failed that,” she said with a laugh.

“I guess so,” I chuckled. “Okay, switching to manual mode or whatever.” I held the metal tube up to my eye, the better to look inside. There was a slight blue glow coming from within, but nothing else that I could see. “It seems kind of a waste to make it so narrow, then. If this is for sexual fantasies and all...”

Auria laughed. “It’s a one-way portal, genius. Anything that gets in there isn’t coming back the same way. Besides, making it so small keeps the power consumption low.”

I shrugged and raised the smooth metal cylinder to my lips. Blowing into it was easier than I thought. I had expected some air resistance, like blowing into a balloon, but my breath passed easily as if blowing through a straw, and not even a straw held in a glass of water to make bubbles.

Auria’s eyes widened and she took a halting step towards me. “Gods...” she whispered.

“What’s wrong?” I asked hurriedly, lowering the tube.

“I... Hang on, I just felt a little weak in the knees,” Auria said, leaning against me. “Let me get my balance.” She walked somewhat unsteadily over to the desk and tried to hop up on it as she had the counter, before realizing that her inflated butt extended too far back to make jumping up to sit feasible. Instead, she reached behind her and lifted her bloated rear clear, then leaned against the desk and let her butt thump down on the surface. She wriggled a bit to pull the back of her skirt looser from under her, then leaned back and planted her hands on the desktop to either side behind her. If her skirt rode higher I would have a full view of her plump thighs, but as it was I could see their shapes bulging up and outward.

“Do it again,” she said, “and I’ll figure out what happened.”

I sat next to her and held one of her hands in mine while I held up the tube between my lips with the other. Our eyes met, and this time when I blew, I didn’t stop with a single breath. She sighed and closed her eyes, leaning backwards to perch fully on her inflated ass while holding my hand for balance. She shivered slightly, but whether it was in reaction to what was happening inside her or in anticipation of what was yet to come remained unsaid.

“Oh, don’t stop,” she sighed. “Your breath is so warm and soft compared to anything that comes out of a can. It’s... It isn’t powerful, but I can feel it tickling up inside me when you blow. Don’t you dare stop,” she said again, and I took a deep, deep breath to exhale a long, steady flow into her. There was absolutely no resistance from the tube; blowing into her was as easy as breathing.

Now I could see that she was continuing to grow with every puff of air that I put into her. The rest of her legs finally began to take in some of the air entering her body, her calves swelling as her thighs continued their progress into soft, full cones. Her hips were nearly twice as wide as her shoulders now, though I suspected they had distended sideways when she sat down.

This renewed inflation was nowhere as much or as fast as from a pump, but I knew that this was all me. I felt a sort of pride that not only was this my air causing her to swell, but the act of filling her with it was electrifying to her as well. All the while, Auria gripped my hand and whispered that she was inflating with such warmth, such tenderness, directly from my lungs into the deepest part of her. My heart hammered in my chest, and without the usual whoosh and hiss of when she had inflated with a pump or pressurized canister I could hear her body gently creak as it took in more and more of my breath. It was very quiet, but it was a comforting, relaxing noise, like that of a well-worn leather jacket that holds you snug while you reach out to hug someone else.

The skirt was reaching the limits of its stretchiness. The seams began to split at the widest points of her hips, the holes exposing her skin to the light as the flesh beneath it pushed the cloth apart in a bid for freedom. The splits trickled their way down her legs, moving slowly while she grew from the gentle flow of air passing into her. As her ass grew, the skirt slowly pulled out from beneath her to reveal more of that bronze skin, the backsides of her intoxicatingly thick thighs and all the gentle curves around them. Her panties had yet to reveal themselves aside from the lines of tension around her buttocks, but they seemed to be holding up admirably and stretching to contain her instead of slipping inward to become a thong. 

“Holy shit,” I whispered, still blowing. “This is amazing.” Her waist was starting to fill out to the sides, not forming a belly but making the extreme arcs of her hips less dramatic as her lower body plumped out to meet them. 

Auria gripped my hand tighter and pulled on my arm so that she could tip against me. “I think we can call this a success,” she purred. “But there’s more I need to work on if—” A loud knocking at the door caused us both to jump.

The Muse’s hand was at my mouth before I could say anything, pulling the metal cylinder gently free from my lips. She looked around quickly, searching for something, then pushed herself from the desktop and made an annoyed sound. “Under the desk. Quickly!” She shoved the cylinder into my hands and pushed me towards the far side of the desk.

I slipped around to the other side and ducked into the cavity below. This was an old-fashioned wooden monster, with hefty drawers on either side and a thick privacy panel that reached all the way to the floor. I would be safe from view from anyone who wasn’t standing directly behind the desk themselves, and what were the chances of that? Well, one would have to come behind the desk to look inside the filing cabinets, and anyone over in the far corners by the bed or the counter might be able to angle a peek into my hiding spot... I scooted further inward and huddled with my back against the panel, clutching the metal tube to my chest and holding my thumb over the end to avoid jabbing myself in the chin with it.

The knock came again. “I heard the first time!” Auria called. I heard her draw the curtain around the little “lab” area of her office, then her footsteps receded towards the doors. There was a brief moment of uncertainty, then the creak of the doors opening. “What?”

“I need you to sign off on the latest—What in Hades are you doing so big in here?” The woman’s voice from the other side started out sounding bored, but became more animated almost immediately. There was something familiar about her voice, but it wasn’t coming to me right away.

“Fine,” Auria said. “Hold on, I’ll get this signed.” There was a slight thump as the person outside pushed their way in and the door closed.

“Ha, no way. I hate waiting in the halls out here in the fetish wings. Everybody assumes you’re trying to eavesdrop on something tawdry going on inside.” The second woman’s footsteps approached the desk, and I heard Auria coming closer, moving quickly while trying to seem unhurried. “Speaking of which...”

“It’s nothing you need to concern yourself with, Omastia,” Auria said. Omastia! That’s who this was. I remembered seeing her once, before I’d started freelance Muse-ing myself. She had been introduced to me as something of Auria’s assistant, or maybe a protégé taking on inflation inspiration duties. We hadn’t really hit it off, and I hadn’t heard anything of her since. In the moments when my memories had been lifted to let me think back on these times, I’d assumed that she’d found a task that better suited her temperament, but maybe I’d been wrong.

“Right.” Omastia sounded amused. “Still, you drop your stylus like that and you won’t be picking it up for a few hours, so I’ll stick around just in case. C’mon, spill it! You’ve obviously got something juicy happening here.” There was a light thump as the second Muse playfully slapped at Auria’s swollen assets. “Well, not ‘juicy,’ wrong department, but you know what I mean.”

“I do,” Auria answered. “Know what you mean, not have something juicy.” I begged to differ, but stayed quiet from my spot under the desk. Auria came around to stand before me. I saw the office chair behind her slide forward of its own accord. It too was magical, allowing her to perform her managerial duties at any size unless she was literally too big to sit down, and by that point a chair wouldn’t be much use. The seat and armrests on the chair widened themselves comically to allow her to sit. I thought that Auria sitting down now of all times wouldn’t prevent Omastia from finding me if she was really intent on snooping around the office, but doing this was sending a message: This is my space, I’m on this side of the desk, so you just stay on the other side. I guess office politics were still alive and well even in immortal realms. For all I knew, there was probably a department for that fetish somewhere in here with its own Muses. When she sat down, I ended up facing directly between Auria’s legs; there was really nowhere else I could have looked without closing my eyes. Her skirt was still long enough that the hem draped across her knees, preventing me from staring right up her skirt, but her shapely calves were planted right in front of me. As before, her hips and thighs plumped with redistributed air when she sat down.

“If you really must know,” Auria explained, “I’m blowing up as part of research into trends on Earth. Inflation throughout the workday, and so on.” She leaned forward and picked up something from her desk, probably to go through whatever documents Omastia had brought with her.

“Sure,” Omastia replied. “I’ve been brought into some OL fantasies myself. The thing is, you’re missing something.” I heard her chair push back.

“What’s that?” Auria asked warily.

“You’re looking a bit unbalanced,” Omastia teased. “You’re playing into the ‘I wish I had a big butt’ look, but it always comes with a little something more.” Her footsteps were circling the desk and I had nowhere I could hide. Omastia’s legs entered my view from my left as she walked past Auria. For a moment she was eclipsed by Auria’s bulk, but I had no idea if I was completely hidden. I did the only thing I could think of while Omastia was still turned away from me: I grabbed Auria’s ankles and pulled her chair towards me until her thighs met the underside of the desk. With Auria’s inflated legs to either side of me in the enclosed space, I should be safe; Omastia would have to get down under her boss’s chair to see me. As it was, Auria’s massive thighs filled most of the space. I had nowhere else to go.

But now I could see Omastia’s feet reach the wheeled cart with the gas canister that had stood behind Auria’s seat. I recognized it; that container held an infinite supply of gas that could be as buoyant or not as the user wished. Auria and I had used it ourselves during some of our previous meetings here. Omastia pulled the cart around beside Auria’s chair and disappeared from view. There was a brief scrabble and I realized that she was now seated on the desk. Hopefully, sitting cross-legged... Nope, her own uninflated legs dropped over the edge to either side of me as Omastia braced her feet on Auria’s swollen legs. I held my breath and shimmied down as much as I could, with only Auria’s skirt stretching between her legs hiding me from Omastia’s sight.

“I’m trying to get work done,” Auria complained.

“And I’m trying to help you,” Omastia said. “You want to key into that worker-bee inflation fantasy, you need a little top-up up top.” Omastia’s slender arm appeared, holding the hose from the tank. From my new lower vantage I could see Auria preparing to argue, but she reached out and took the hose. Maybe she thought the sooner she appeased the blond Muse, the sooner she would leave.

“There you go,” Omastia purred. Auria put the hose to her mouth and I heard the squeak of a valve wheel being turned. Auria’s chest stirred beneath her blouse, as if her breasts were surprised to be called upon after so much attention had been lavished on her exquisitely inflated lower half. With a faint hiss from the tank, her breasts began to grow. 

Blowing up from a tank uses a constant stream of gas, meaning that even the slightest amount of inflation becomes noticeable quickly, and Omastia was giving Auria more than a slight amount. I watched her breasts as they swelled within her bra. The highest buttons of her blouse began to strain as they held fast against the rising tide, but I knew that unless her top was as magically enhanced as her skirt, the fastenings were not going to hold on for long. The prolonged hissing of the tank had an effect on me as well: I was suddenly powerfully erect. It felt like the bottom was dropping out of my stomach as I watched her continue to grow, as excitement at the inflation controlled by neither one of us went on and on. Auria couldn’t keep in a moan and reached behind her. Her breasts spilled over the tops of her bra cups before she released the clasp. Omastia pulled Auria’s bra free from the ballooning Muse’s shirt and let it flutter to the floor as Auria’s expanding breasts surged out into fat teardrop shapes, steadily inflating into spheres nearly the size of her head.

If Omastia happened to look down at the bra, I was done for. I tucked the metal rod into my waistband and ducked my head under Auria’s skirt, reaching up to hold the cloth beside her knees with both my hands to keep the hem from shifting upwards and exposing me. With the light coming from above, I could make out the shapes of the women sitting on top of me, but the dark fabric and shadow under the desk should make me invisible from that side. I was safe from being seen that way.

Now I was sitting on the floor holding Auria’s knees beside my head, with her gorgeously over-generous thighs arcing away to either side of my face. Even in shadow as we were, I could see directly along her engorged legs to her panties. They were black, high-cut briefs without any fancy lace or colorful threads, perfectly no-nonsense business wear that still allowed her thighs room to grow. Beyond the widening of her hips, from this angle her lower torso remained uninflated; there was no sign of a growing belly. I heard the hiss of air being carried through her inflating body directly to my ears as she pressed against me. My breathing grew ragged, and I could feel her begin to shudder against my head as my breath tickled at her sensitive, stretched skin. She was beginning to squeeze me with her knees, and her calves hooked over my shoulders.

“There we go,” said Omastia. “There’s that proper hourglass for your hourly wage earner look.” I saw Omastia’s thin arms reach out to Auria’s chest, giving her what I first took to be a surprisingly forward grope but then realized was a no-nonsense adjustment in the same way a clothing designer would handle a model just steps away from the runway. The shadow of Omastia’s head appeared from above, but she was soon eclipsed behind Auria’s breasts as she leaned forward to slide her hands down Auria’s sides. “Still a little pear-shaped for my tastes, but your office lady balloon act is more than good enough for any of those perverts.” There was another squeak as the valve on the gas canister was closed. I had to hold my breath in case she could hear me down between Auria’s tantalizing thighs.

“Good,” Auria said, her voice sounding a little strained. “Now get off my desk so I can finish signing these.”

Omastia’s legs disappeared, and when she spoke her voice came from the other side of the desk. “That’s okay, they’re not urgent. I’ll come pick them up later.”

“Omastia!” Auria seemed to want to kick herself away from her desk to stand up, but her legs came down heavily on my shoulders before her feet could touch the floor. She bucked slightly in her chair instead, inflated thighs coming together against my cheeks and completely blocking my view.

The blonde Muse’s laughter receded as she went for the door. “Enjoy your research, boss. Don’t forget to put your hair in a bun and spill some coffee down your front.” There was a slam as the doors closed behind her. For several long seconds all I could hear was my own breath against Auria’s legs. My vision had been blacked out when she closed her thighs over my face.

“Is she gone?” I asked quietly, my voice muffled by the bounty laid before me. I tapped her leg twice in a playful wrestling submission.

“Help me out of here,” Auria said flatly. I put my arms around her calves and leaned forward, unintentionally bringing my face further up her thighs before her chair began to roll backwards to free us both from the confines under the desk. She slipped her legs off my shoulders and pushed herself up from the chair, then briskly walked to the door. I heard a series of clicks. “There. Fully locked, with out-of-office and do-not-disturb wards set.”

Funny, usually she remembered to do that before bringing me over to this place. “Is it soundproof, too?” I asked. She’d never mentioned it, but I didn’t recall having to be quiet in our previous engagements. I pulled myself up from the floor, but not soon enough to see her as she’d walked to the door. It was a shame, because the view must have been fabulous. Maybe I’d ask her to do it again later, if she was of a size where it was possible.

Auria nodded. “Water- and air-tight as well. Some of the stuff that goes on in our private rooms... Well, it doesn’t need to get out where everybody has to step in it.”

I went to the counter area behind the curtain and found the plastic cap for the metal cylinder; I’d been putting my mouth on that thing and didn’t want it rolling around uncovered in case I ended up using it again. Once it was in place, I turned back to see Auria standing with one hand on her hip. Her blouse was still on, most of its buttons straining against her breasts. The top buttons had been undone to reveal a line of deep cleavage. The lower buttons held tightly against her expanded midsection, the pleating having done its job in expanding to contain her. The waistband of her skirt remained snug as it encircled her, though the tears down the sides allowed wide swaths of bare skin to make their appearance. Her thighs were enormously thick with the air they contained, together having grown broader at their widest points than her hips. The tears had stopped at the reinforced hem at her knees, and the fabric hung down to cover her groin and ass as if the skirt had been deliberately made to expose her legs in a way that would drive me wild. It probably had, I realized. I could see the creases where her thighs met her hips, seemingly begging me to run my hands as deep along them as I could to feel the air-filled expanses above and below. Her panties were finally showing, the elastic of the leg holes still taut against her hips and making slight divots in her curves.

I dragged my attention away from her legs and met her gaze. She was looking at me with what appeared to be annoyance.

“Auria, I’m sorry I got handsy,” I apologized. “You saw how close she got to us!”

“It’s not the touching I mind,” she said. “It’s that you thought it would be a good idea to keep inflating me while you were down there! Do you know what might have happened if Omastia found my invention!?”

“I didn’t put any more air into you! I was busy just keeping out of sight!”

She walked up to me, stopping only a few inches from bowling me over with her massive chest.

“Look, I know she was blowing up my breasts through the hose, but I could still feel a little bit coming in through the plug. Or do you think I can’t tell when air is coming in through my ass? Me, whose job is literally to inflate?”

“You can read my emotions, can’t you? You know I’m not lying! I didn’t keep blowing you up!”

She paused and looked into my eyes, then reached up a hand to hold me by the hair at the back of my head. After a moment, her expression softened. “No... I can tell you mean it.” She sighed and pulled me into her, wrapping her other arm around me and hugging me against her soft, bloated form. “I’m sorry. It could have been something with the portal, or... I don’t know. I’ll need to figure it out later.” I risked returning the hug, embracing her around her relatively uninflated midsection. I knew I was pressing my full self up against her, but she’d already said she knew how I was feeling. Surely there was no point in keeping my arousal secret after all we’d been through.

Auria smiled slightly and she looked up at me. “Omastia was right about one thing, though.”

“And that is?”

“I do feel unbalanced like this. As good as a huge hourglass can be, there’s nothing quite like a full body experience. Is that something you think you can help with?”

“Absolutely,” I said, reaching for the cap on the cylinder, but Auria stayed my hand.

“This is something we’ll need a more hands-on approach for,” she said.

“It is? You’ve done full-body from one place before, and we could run the hose to your belly if that doesn’t work.” As I made rationalizations, it occurred to me that the Muses were often a little whimsical in their actions. What sounded sensical in one scene wouldn’t work in another for seemingly capricious reasons. Auria had called it “narrative imperative”: sometimes stuff happened just because it needed to happen. Perhaps it made sense if you were a semi-fictional being who helped to bring ideas to life, but I had learned to just take things as they came when a Muse came to visit.

“All right, then,” I said, raising my hand with the rod in mock surrender. “Teach me, Miss Auria.”

“A belly hose right now would give me a belly,” she explained, “and just a belly. With multiple inflation inputs having begun, the same parts of me would continue to blow up. A three-bee session can be fun and reach some interesting shapes, but what I’m in the mood for is a good...” She pushed her hips forward, trapping my erection between her thighs. I tried to step back in surprise, but she still held me tight with her arms.

“Full...” She pulled me against her chest, using the hand behind my head to force my face into the hollow of her neck.

“Roundness.” She let the final word trail into a whisper in my ear as she used her other arm to grab one of my hands and guide it along her asscheek as far as she and I could reach. This time I couldn’t contain my reaction. I gasped and clutched at her, squeezing the ballooning goddess in my hand as I pulled her tighter against me. I drove myself between her thighs, the cloth of her skirt and my pants holding me back to the point of pain. Still, she was squeezing me with her soft, warm thighs, and with all this excitement I was charged to the point of tunnel vision.

“Ah-ah!” Auria suddenly released me with a playful tutting, pushing me gently away with one hand. Her other hand flashed out to grasp me and I gasped again as she let me rock back then pulled me closer in a way I couldn’t help but follow. “Nothing that’ll make a mess just yet. But it won’t be torture or a tease.”

I looked down and saw a slight golden glow escaping from the hand she had around my member. “No blue balls for you, my human. There will be no release until I say so, but you’ll still feel great up until then. Muse promise.”

“That sounds exactly like a tease,” I choked out. Her grip was tingling.

“Okay, it’s a little bit of a tease, but you’ll enjoy it the whole time. And not in any ‘pain is pleasure’ kind of way.” The glow and tingle subsided, and the horny fog in my head receded. I remained stiff in her hand, though, and she traced a finger along my length. It felt amazing, but while I was still turned on by her shape and touch, I felt no overwhelming need to come. “I’m giving you some staying power. We just don’t need anything to happen prematurely, and I know you’ll like what’s ahead.”

“‘You have such sights to show me,’” I muttered. If Auria heard me, she didn’t react to it.

The Muse released me and took a step back. “Think of it as my body currently having three inflatable areas.” (“Air-ogenous zones,” I commented. “Zip it,” she shot back.) She gestured to each in turn as she listed them: “The first goes from my delightfully filled butt down my legs. The second is in my chest, reached from my mouth or nipples. The third, currently vacant, is the rest of me, which usually has a couple of entryways in our genre.”

I raised my hand, good lecture student that I was. “But you want one zone that encompasses your entire body instead. I’ve seen you inflated entirely before through one hose, so what’s stopping us from doing that?”

Auria nodded, recognizing my attention to detail. “Now that the inflation has started from separate areas, there are... metaphysical barriers that keep the air constrained to their original points. We need to break down these barriers to allow for me to become one singular inflatable with multiple points of access.”

“Okay, so? Doesn’t that just involve us filling you until the air begins to push into new parts of you?”

“As I was just saying, no. Just inflation will be too gradual on the boundaries. We’ll need to provide more of a dramatic shock to my system.”

“And I assume you’re going to tell me.”

“Good heavens, you get testy when you’re forced to wait. Don’t worry, you’ll like this. I’ll need you to squeeze me until my interior spaces connect.”

I closed my eyes in frustration. “It seems that we were well on our way to doing that just a moment ago.”

“We were,” she agreed cheerfully, “but you were close to losing yourself in the fantasy. I need you to stay with me.”

“Hey.” Her tone became less playful. She placed her hands on my cheeks, and I opened my eyes to see her looking right into mine. There was none of the subtle superiority I often felt coming from her, Muse-to-mortal. Her concern was genuine and open on her face. “This will be good for both of us. I’m not holding you back out of spite. I... I wouldn’t tease you in this way to be actually mean. You know that, right?”

I dropped my head onto her shoulder again. I held her to me, pressing her against my chest. Without having to look at her, it was easier to say what I was feeling. “It’s just... It’s been so long, Auria. I’ve had the dreams, and the longing, and you stopped coming. I accepted that whatever brush I had with divinity, creativity, whatever, was more or less over. My time with you was done, and when I enjoy seeing pictures and stories of this out there, in my actual life, it feels more and more like what I had with you was just a fantasy of my own. And then you bring me back here and expect me to act as if nothing has changed for me.” After the excitement of Omastia’s crash visit, the fullness of the memories that had been kept from me was rushing back. Memories of here, in this world, of memories on Earth... The memories of when I’d thought back on my previous experiences, those too were gone, meta-memory of times I spent considering my own thoughts. Auria had meant so much to me, and though the exact thoughts about her had been covered up, they had left a Muse-shaped hole in my mind that I only now could realize were the cause of past heartache.

She made soft shushing noises and rubbed my back as I continued. It seemed something within me had broken instead of in her. “And I... I can’t hold it against you, because you never lied. You never said that whatever we had was going to go on. But you were gone, and you said you took my memories of you with you, but the longing was still there. The longing for you, my Muse. What you made of me, and what I made of that. And now you want something from me, and I don’t know if I can bring you nothing but... devoted following. That’s not me anymore.”

“Ah, my little writer...” Auria rested her head against mine, both of us leaning against her cushions between us. “You know I’m not just for you. There are others. I give inspiration elsewhere. Maybe you’ve come across it. Humans inspire each other.” She gently led us to the bed and sat down at the edge. 

Rather than sitting with her, I slid to my knees, letting my head slip between her breasts and holding her tight around her waist as I clutched her to me. “I know I’m not the only human you see. But you’re the only Muse I see, inspiring me to put these thoughts into words.” I rested my head on the soft pillows of her thighs, and I was dimly aware that I was still, even in my tears, as horny as I had ever been for the perfection of her pneumatic body and the pleasure it promised.

I took a ragged breath and risked opening an eye. The massive shelf of Auria’s bosom prevented me from seeing her face, and several seconds passed without either of us saying a word. She stroked my hair gently. I pressed my cheek against her and risked a tighter hug, listening for the creak of shifting pressures under her skin. “You know that I wrote... about us, right? You specifically?”

“Of course.” She sounded wistful. “I was there. It’s not the first time I brought inspiration, but it was the first time I Mused for someone who saw... me. Just me, being myself, and not overlaying what I brought onto their own preconceived ideas. Who imagined me enjoying the story as they did, alongside them, a co-creator of the fantasy and not as a prop to their imagination.”

She began holding me tighter against her flat belly, keeping me where she didn’t have to look at me while her breasts rested on the back of my head. “I realize now that I was... greedy. I withheld you from other Muses because I wanted your fantasies to run wild on me, in me, with me. And when I visited less often, you produced less often, and because you produced less often, you stopped warranting inspiration as often. And so the time runs by for you.”

“Are you telling me you don’t feel how long it’s been? That you never missed us?”

“No... No! But we don’t... We here can’t let it reach us like that. Humans and Muses... it never ends well, even back in the times when we practically lived among you. Especially outlandish Muses like me. That’s why I truly had to make you forget me, because I knew if you were longing for me personally, after too long I would do something foolish.”

“How could I forget you? My stories were about you! I could just pull them up whenever I wanted and remind myself!”

“Not all of them! But that was a problem,” she agreed with a short laugh. “I guess I just thought you could convince yourself that they were only stories. You humans tell each other stories all the time, and most of the time the first person you need to tell them to is yourselves.”

“That’s wonderful,” I said, and let myself down to sit on the floor. Looking up at her from this low vantage, I was again reminded of this beautiful mountain of femininity in her swollen state. The vastness of her thighs and breasts, her gorgeous face at the top, mimicked the vertigo-inducing exaggeration of a photo looking up a steep cliff, but this was all her. “A real encapsulation of the human experience. What about you, then? Did you try to forget about me?”

“I stopped visiting Earth as much, yes. I still do, to keep my hand in, but...” She looked embarrassed. “I take on more of the managerial duties. Our niche has... well, it’s expanded, to use the most obvious word, but it’s true. And with the work, the time passes here, with my mind on other things.”

Realizing that she hadn’t been denying me time with her, but herself time with me as well, made the ache of the lost time sting less for some reason. It was stupid, because it was hurting us both instead of just one of us. Misery loving company? Or sheer perverse schadenfreude? To actually take pleasure in it would be downright cruel, and yet there it was. We weren’t sharing the pain, it was two different hearts feeling two different pains, but we weren’t alone in it.

I scooted forward and hugged her bulging calves, pressing her legs together so I could rest my head on her knees and look up at her. “So, what then? You’re the boss around here?”

“Hmm... I do have a certain amount of responsibility when it comes to representing inflation among other Muses, but I don’t really give orders. Assignments for human visits just kind of turn up, but when I can see one that is particularly suited to one of us, I try to make sure it gets to the one who can best see it through.”

“And what is Omastia particularly suited for? I remember you had some ideas about that the last time she and I met.”

Auria leaned forward, letting her breasts bat my face. Inflated as they were, they bounced off my head gently before she pushed them aside, giving me a momentary nuzzle among her cleavage. A human with breasts of that size would have broken my nose trying this, further accentuating the fantastic impossibility of who she was and what we were doing.

“I don’t want to talk any more about her,” Auria said. She reached out and found my hands around her knees, then with a yank she snapped the remaining threads that kept the hem at the bottom of her skirt together. The fabric slipped down, draping along her inner thighs before sliding away and leaving her legs entirely exposed. She grasped my upper arms and pulled me between her legs until I was kneeling before her, my face once again pressed against her midsection with her thighs gripping me softly. I reflexively threw my arms around her waist, letting them rest along her rump.

“You still have a task to do,” she continued, “that is, compressing me. So get to it.” The change in topic was sudden, but who was I to refuse such a delightful duty?

Auria’s ass was so big that I couldn’t get my arms around her there. I let my hands slide along her curvaceous form until I had most of a thigh in each arm. I took a deep breath, then tried to bring my arms together, crushing her upper legs against me as I leaned forward to rock her back into the bed. The Muse made a shocked gasp of pleasure in response. 

Auria wrapped her knees around me, holding me as tightly as she could with her legs. She put her arms around my back, pulling me against her as she fell backwards, rolling along her inflated rear. We ended up with her on her back with me lying on top of her, the two of us squeezing her thighs as hard as we could. The soft plushness of her legs encircled me, keeping me trapped against her. Her breasts blocked our view of one another’s faces, but I could hear her panting as she pulled me against her. Her thighs had been soft and yielding to my touch before, but as we put pressure on them her skin stiffened, becoming more rigid like a properly filled pool toy.

“Harder...!” Auria sighed. I lifted her legs from the bed and dropped down with all my weight, willing the air in her cheeks to find somewhere else to reside. Again and again I bounced the Muse against the mattress, each time forcing a moan from her as the air in her ass fought back against us, refusing to move. I didn’t think I could press her any more into the mattress if I tried, but maybe she hadn’t been talking about me. 

In a fit of lustful inspiration I picked her up bodily, lifting her clear from the mattress. Auria clung to me, legs still wrapped around my torso as she hugged my head against her stomach and leaned over my head. I could feel her ass extending down, pressing against my belly. With a wordless roar, I turned and rushed at the wall, slamming her ass-first at the hard surface. Auria cried out in surprise, but she hugged me tighter and I knew she thought we were on the right track. I continued to drive her into the wall, shoving her over and over as I cradled her incredible bottom in my hands. With each push, the tension in her body built and slackened as we squeezed the air in her. 

I gave Auria one last herculean heave. The Muse cried out in ecstasy while her thighs suddenly gave in to my clenching hug. The wide expanse of her hips began to recede as her midsection bulged into my face. Auria was finally growing a belly, the air within her beginning to shift from her enormously thick hips and thighs into the unclaimed frontier of the rest of her. We leaned together against the wall, saying nothing for a moment while I listened to the exciting, rubbery groans of the gas having its way with her.

I carried the inflated woman back to her bed and lay her down gently, admiring the new curves of her body. The change in her wasn’t instantaneous, and we both watched her shape change to fit the demands of her new capacity. Well, I could watch; Auria’s view must have been awkward, but from her expression she was obviously conscious of her shifting form and was more than happy with the results.

Her thighs were much smaller in size now, yes, but they had regained their soft plumpness when the pressure inside them went down. They were still enticingly thick, and my hands lingered at the waistband of her skirt, which had stretched as her waist expanded to accommodate the air. Her blouse had come untucked and strained across her belly, revealing a sexy muffin-top all around her. 

“Oh, my,” Auria sighed, her voice husky. “That was an experience.”

“I, uh... Yeah,” I said, eloquent as ever. “Feeling you at the moment you seemed to, well, give in? It seemed way more intense than when you inflate normally.”

“Mmm.” With Auria’s hips less distended, she was able to roll onto her side and prop her head up with her elbow. She gave me a smile and looked me up and down, feeling along her side with her other hand. “It was very nice.” 

I tried to return her gaze, but I was soon fixated on her hand stroking the side of her swollen belly. “You aren’t even all that full, actually. I mean, you’re bigger, of course, but nowhere near the sizes we’ve gotten you to before.”

“Yes, I’m still mobile,” she agreed. She raised one leg and swung it around, showing off her flawless thighs as she raised herself into a sitting position. “I’d still like to be, but there’s nothing preventing us from... Well. Do you still have the input half of my invention?”

I hustled across the room and retrieved the metal tube from the counter. When I looked back, she had pushed herself backwards until she was braced against the headboard, her legs splayed and her belly protruding. She held out her arms welcomingly, and I ran to her. I shucked my clothes and joined her on the bed. I reached for her waistband to remove her panties, but she grabbed my hand and pulled me up until I was straddling her on my knees, her midsection rising up under me.

“Stay like that a moment,” she said. I kept my posture, my erection obvious between us, as she undid the rest of the buttons on her blouse. She sighed in relaxation when the last button was released, and her chest bounced along with her belly.

“If I’m being honest,” Auria said, “That squeezing session was very, very nice.” I nodded, remembering her squeals of delight. Maybe she wasn’t aware that she’d made them. “And it would be unfair for me to monopolize all the pleasure we’re having.”

The Muse took me gently in her hand and guided me between the soft spheres on her chest. She gently pushed her breasts together, completely enveloping my penis with warm, inflated flesh. “We both know that I’m more than capable of taking what you have to give.” She nodded to the rod in my hand and then down to the rod in her cleavage. “So give it to me.” 

I pulled the cap from the tube with my teeth and spat it to the side without a second thought. I blew into the end and felt her shift beneath me. Each time I blew used relatively little air, but it built up. With every breath I gave her, her body was expanding, her entire body now. I rocked into her, noting the lack of friction where she was letting me rub against her—the logical part of my mind was not being pushed aside during sex, thanks to the magic she had used to keep my wits about me. 

Her belly rose up as she grew, and before long I was bouncing back against her with every thrust. The curve of her inflating torso continued higher up her body, nestling between my legs. I gave her a questioning look, and she nodded, her hair falling into her eyes. I brushed her hair aside, holding one hand on the side of her face, and we stared into one another’s eyes. We said nothing; everything I had was going into her and she was concentrating on her increasing fullness. Both of us gasped for breath: me with effort of blowing her up alongside my own movements, and she with the sensations of her inflation. 

Her ballooning midsection pressed against me harder, swelling around my legs and forming a cushioned saddle for me to ride. I was no longer bouncing against her; she had become a throne, cradling me as I rocked on top of her. I nearly stopped as I felt her taking more and more of my weight, but the look she gave me said keep going, and so I did. The pressure of her breasts squeezed me tighter and tighter, but nothing could stop me from pushing myself between them again and again.

I felt her growing warmer where she was holding me and looked down at her chest to see a shimmer of golden light escaping from her cleavage. She met my eyes and nodded. I felt my attention on her body lessening, my concentration focusing acutely on the supernatural titfucking we were performing. I was her willing servant and at this moment she was my patron sexual goddess, my perfect swollen woman, the embodiment of my deviant desire, filled with air by me and from me and for me. My mind was entirely devoted to the part of myself buried between her immense breasts, and when I came seconds later it was with such intensity that I nearly passed out.

I toppled from my perch atop Auria’s magnificently rounded body and slid down her side to land on my back on the bed next to her. The rod dropped between us. As I took a moment to catch my breath, I felt Auria moving next to me and turned to watch her. She passed her hands over her body in what looked like a practiced pattern, and her fingers glowed. When she was finished, she looked over at me and caught me looking. 

“Just a little spell to clean up,” she explained with a smile. The Muse pushed herself away from the headboard and half-bounced, half-rolled until she was lying next to me and took my hand. From my new vantage point I could see her new form, a swollen dome extending from the base of her neck down to her groin. The breast I could see protruded from the bubble of her body, no longer a separate “inflatable area” as she had put it, but a smaller sphere midway up her torso. Her shoulder wasn’t flat on the bed but had been lifted up as her back plumped with air. Auria’s rear and thighs had continued to inflate along with her belly, not joining in the growing orb of her body the way her breasts had. Her derrière was a pair of immense globes packed into her underwear, which had continued to grow and stretch around her. If I’d been able to see her from the front, I was sure she would still be pear-shaped despite the inflation we’d given to her body. As it was, her hip and thigh were noticeably wider than the air-filled ball she was becoming above them. Her waistline had disappeared in the expansion, and the waist of her skirt had stretched itself thin around her, clinging to her body like it had been painted on. Her panties ringed around her hips and then plunged down under the curve of her new gut. 

I dragged my gaze back up Auria’s curvaceousness and saw her staring at me. She had a playful smile and her cheeks were flushed. “How do you do it?” she asked.

“I had some help,” I explained, raising my closer arm to rub the back of my hand against her side.

“Not that,” she said. “How are you still inflating me?”

“I’m not,” I laughed, holding up my empty hand. “I’m not even holding the tube.”

“I know, I know.” The Muse shook her head. “But I can feel it. Just the barest tickle of incoming air, but it’s there.”

I found the tube between us and held it up. “Look, here it is.” I placed the tube between my lips. “If I was blowing you up while talking, I’d sound like this,” I said, my words muffled slightly by the obstruction in my mouth.

If Auria had been capable of sitting up, she would have. Her head snapped back, eyes wide. She clapped her hands to her belly, pressing my hand into her. “What was that?” she gasped. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything,” I mumbled around the tube, then took it out of my mouth to better explain. “I was just saying–”

“That was it!” she said, her eyes flicking from the tube to my mouth and back. “You were speaking directly into the cylinder, and it sent those vibrations through that air directly into me.”

“Was it bad?”

“I want you to do it again,” she said, “and keep going.”

“Okay,” I said. I leaned back and gathered a couple of pillows to lean against, then settled down, lying next to her while her stomach rose above us. “What should I talk about?” I rumbled into the tube.

Auria pulled herself the short distance to lay her head against my chest, tucked into the crook of my neck. My arm automatically reached under her and curled around her shoulder. She stretched her legs out and her swollen thigh and buttock on that side pressed along my body, her inflated cheek forced against me from hip to knee. 

“Talk about this,” she whispered. “Talk about me. Tell me how this looks, blow me up with words about me blowing up.”

“As you wish,” I said, and she sighed and melted against me.

“My Muse,” I started, and she nestled deeper into me. “Your body is everything I have ever dreamed of touching. You are so full and round, and all I want is for you to be fuller and rounder and for you to want that too. I want to sink against you when you are soft and pillowy, and I want to feel the tightness of pressure inside you.” As we lay together, I felt myself stirring again. I wasn’t feeling aroused just yet so soon after what we’d just done, but being this close to her divine, magical body was making my mortal flesh respond.

I reached out with my free hand and tugged the waistband of Auria’s skirt so that it thwapped against her back. “I want you in those first thrills when you begin to grow larger than should be possible, and I want you when every touch sends a wave of pleasure through your sensitive skin. I want you fighting against the confines of your clothing, and I want you nude and proud and gloriously inflated.” Auria’s ass grew as I praised her, the cheeks slowly stretching wider as her miraculous panties restrained great expanses of pressurized flesh. 

“I want to see every curve of your body getting fuller and fuller with air, this air, my air. I want you bloated and mighty and so goddamn sexy with gas that it makes me weak. I’ve seen you big and beautiful with a body so amazing that I lose myself when you let me touch you.” The curve of her hip was reaching sideways as she grew, creeping closer and closer to my erection. If I didn’t stop talking, her inflated skin would touch me all on its own as she swelled, and I would probably make a mess of myself a second time in the very same way I had just described. She hadn’t reapplied the spell she’d used on me.

“Am I not that now?” Auria asked. She shimmied playfully, and the motion sent her belly bobbling. Her ass wobbled centimeters from me. I tried to subtly angle my hips away to avoid brushing against the side of that immense, supernaturally wonderful curve. Just thinking about rubbing against her was nearly enough to ruin this moment.

I hugged the Muse against my side. “Of course you are. You’ve seen my dreams and I’ve been lucky enough to live them. You did that, and I’ll love those memories forever.”

“I love you too,” she whispered, burying her face into my chest and clutching my arm against her tightly. My eyes snapped open, and I dimly felt my dick thud into her backside like a drum, but somehow those signals seemed to be coming from far away...

“Oh.” Auria stiffened beside me as the words she’d unthinkingly said reached her ears. We stayed motionless for a moment, before she pulled herself away and rolled over the side of the bed to a standing position. “I... We should call this trial over,” she said, making sure to face away from me. “Some problems to work on with distribution, but the delivery method is sound.”

I paused before replying. “Y-Yes. Success all around. You’re a great inventor, Auria, and you should be round—proud, you should be proud.”

“I’m both of those,” she answered, turning back to me. She looked rattled, but seemed to regain confidence when it appeared that we were going to go on as if those four words she’d said hadn’t happened. Now that I was looking at her straight-on, the fat cones of her thighs were even sexier, descending from hips so wide I had no chance of hugging her the way we’d embraced earlier. Her belly button had remained an innie, which wasn’t always the case when she inflated, and the furthest curve of her swollen body was beyond her arms’ reach. I realized I was very much ready for a second go, but I doubted it was going to happen.

“So, are you going to send me back? Anything else I need to do while I’m here?”

“A couple of things,” she said. “I can’t let anyone here know about this just yet, and I’ll need help getting back to my original shape.”

“Didn’t you have a necklace or something? I recall you had a charm for that.”

“Oh, that,” Auria loosened up a bit with a chuckle. “No, that was just a plot device for that moment. Kind of silly, really, putting a breakable object that you need to use when you’re incapable of reaching it.”

“Oh, okay. So this time...?”

She looked sheepish. “Speaking of being incapable of reaching things, the plug has to come out, and...” She waved a hand behind her to indicate her backside.

“Ah. Well, maybe that’s one thing hoses have going for them.”

“Can you hurry up? I still feel like I’m inflating and I want to get to the bottom of that.”

“I’ll get to the bottom of you,” I countered.

“Yes, that’s the point,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “Let’s go, chop-chop.”

I happily rose from the bed and circled around behind her. The back half of her skirt was still draped over her monumental cheeks. I tucked it under the waistband and turned my attention to the matter of her underwear. The material was supernaturally resilient, but more to the point there seemed to be as much of it as needed at any time; her panties hadn’t stretched to the point of transparency or fraying despite having grown to cover several square feet of area across her rear. Pulling them down might be a trickier task than it first appeared; with Auria’s huge hips and ass, keeping them from slipping right back up would be hard, and I couldn’t hold both sides of her at once.

“Is there any chance we can cut these off you?” I asked.

“Not really,” she replied. “The Muses of inflation don’t make a habit of keeping sharp objects lying around.”

“All right, all right,” I said. “Maybe we can just...” I found the waistband and began rolling it down her side, pulling on it as it approached the swell of her hip. This was easier than just trying to yank it down, but it would still unroll if I let it go. “I need you to lean against the wall here and pin this into place.”

Auria let me steer her into the wall, leaning against it to trap the rolled elastic from returning to its spot higher up her thigh. I pulled my hand free and circled around her to the other side, admiring how tightly her inflated butt was packed with air. I repeated rolling the panties’ waistband down her other hip. Both sides were now lower than the curve of her hips, but the shelf of her ass was preventing them from coming any lower. With both arms extended, I was able to hold onto the rolled elastic at her hip and grab the waistband as it stretched across her back. I was hugging a single, giant asscheek, leaning against its firmness. With my ear pressed up against her taut skin, I thought I could hear a very slight hissing. But she and I were both moving around, and I couldn’t be sure.

Auria needed to brace herself against the wall even harder when I leaned into her. “How’s it going back there?” she called sarcastically.

“Almost got it!” I called back in a cheery tone. I pulled the waistband down along her ass, which was proving something of a challenge to navigate. Her skin had nearly no give to it, which was surprising considering that I’d seen Auria fully spherical before and I knew she could still be bigger. Still, I’d never seen her butt so big on its own, so perhaps there were different rules in place.

I slid backwards along her, letting gravity do the work as I held onto the waistband with both hands. Once the elastic was clear of the outermost arc of her cheeks, the material decided to give up and her panties dropped to the floor. For a moment they puddled at her feet, a beach towel’s worth of sheer fabric piled up around her, then they rapidly shrank until they became a normal pair of panties around her ankles. Well, somewhere in the multiple-XL size, but still conceivably wearable by a human woman who wasn’t the size of a wrecking ball.

The underwear hadn’t really been holding anything back as it grew along with her, but seeing her from behind now still seemed momentous. The twin masses of her cheeks were forced together from her upper back nearly to her knees, not forming separate spheres like I would have expected. Her hips were narrower than her ass wanted to be, it seemed, and instead of independently becoming balloons behind her they had filled backward and pressed against one another, still growing outward as much as her pelvis allowed.

I thought to myself before speaking up. “Do you think you’ve started fully becoming a sphere yet?”

Auria turned her head to look at me, not expecting a technical question at this moment. “What? No. My legs aren’t filling into the rest of me yet. Why?”

I looked appraisingly at the size of her swollen rump. “This might be a trickier job than we thought.” I ran my hand down the line of the cleft between her cheeks, feeling the pressure of her skin from both sides. “You said you don’t have scissors, but... Maybe a crowbar?”

I got down on all fours and crawled on my back under her, admiring the way her thighs towered over me while her shape filled my view: a single dome of her belly to her front and the twin compressed balloons of her rear on the other side. I attempted to get a hand between those taut cushions from this angle, but was again stopped by the sheer pressure forcing them together. Auria reacted to my touch with a slight shiver, but our main goal remained out of reach.

I pulled myself out from under her and pulled myself up the bed to a standing position next to her. I felt light-headed, but whether it was from the exertion of getting on the floor and back up, the adrenaline wearing off after that incredible moment we’d had on the bed... or the quiet confession she’d given me moments later, which we seemed determined not to bring up again, I couldn’t say.

Auria noticed my discomfort. “Are you feeling all right?” she asked, brows knitting in concern.

I almost waved her off, but suddenly honesty felt more important than ever. “I... I feel kind of faint. Like I’m getting a headache, but also like I’ve just run a mile.”

The Muse smiled gently and pushed down on my shoulder until I sat on the bed. “Well, you just relax for a bit,” she said. “I’ve got just the thing.” She daintily stepped out of her panties on the floor and walked back to her desk, then returned towing the gas canister in its little wheeled caddy. She gave the wheel a slight turn and left it beside the bed, hissing gently to itself.

While that tank was a source of great pleasure for both of us, seeing it just standing there disconnected was a little unsettling. “That’s not going to inflate me, is it?” I asked.

“Not if you don’t put the hose in your mouth,” Auria reassured me. “Or up your butt. Or any of the many other places you humans have thought about.” She laughed softly and gestured for me to lay down. “Take a break for a minute and take in some oxygen. You’ve been through a lot.”

I wanted to protest, but the offer was too sweet to pass up and to be fair the feeling had been getting worse. I settled back on the mattress and Auria waddled across the room to her desk, looking over her design notes with the soft rustling of papyrus. Something about that gentle crinkling, the hiss of the gas, and the soft bed made sleep irresistible, and I let myself fall into that welcome darkness.

I woke up to someone shaking me by the shoulder. I turned my head to look, and Auria was right there, her expression troubled. “You have to get up,” she said once I regained my senses.

I blinked a couple of times, double-checking that I wasn’t still dreaming, then noticed that Auria had grown even larger while I’d been out. Her waistline had filled out to her sides to a ridiculous degree, and her belly and hips had taken advantage of that to make her entire torso an orb that reached nearly to the floor. The waist of her dress had apparently given up the fight long ago and was nowhere to be seen. Her legs seemed to have avoided becoming part of that ball, however, and while her ass was indisputably much wider than I remembered it, her cheeks remained as tight and seemingly smashed together as before. She was having trouble reaching past the swell of her own sides to reach me, and I realized that if she’d let me sleep much longer she would have been totally unable to get to me at all.

“What happened?” I asked, taking in the sight of her.

“I don’t know,” she answered, and the admission seemed full of frustration and guilt. “But I know who might.”

I rolled out of the bed and helped steady her on her own two feet while she could still stand. “What’s the plan?”

She tossed a mass of white cloth on the bed, and I realized it was another toga, one much too small for her right now, but still reminiscent of something I had seen before.

“Put that on,” she commanded. “We’re going to see Innovation.”

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