"And that, class, is how you measure the orbital motion of a planet around it's sun using Kepler's laws. Any...questions?"
Greeted by vacant stares from her astronomy class, Dr. Gina Valentine sighed heavily. Only a handful of students enrolled in her advanced course, and this particular lesson offered reasoning for that. One of her students seemed on the brink of tears, another was practically snoring, and the rest hastily scribbled down the equations their professor had written on the chalkboard. Wiping the board clean, Ms. Valentine began to rewrite the equations one by one. "Okay, class...this is Kepler's first law. Pay attention, I'm not going to do this a third..time...oh, NOW you want to concentrate." The young instructor crossed her arms and faced her class. She was used to stares from her previous employment at a co-ed community college, but Turgidia University boasted an all female student body. She was young for a college instructor, early thirties in age. Her dark brown hair was done up in a conservative bun, and her green eyes peered from behind spectacles that rested on her dainty nose"What?" Gina queried.
"Um, are we covering lunar physics today?" One student chimed.
"Similar equations could be used in regards to lunar orbi-"
"How about eclipses?"
"All of that will be covered in due time...my, my, I've never had such an inquisitive class!" Dr. Valentine exclaimed, resuming her inscription. Her star pupil raised her hand. "Yes, Ms. Katie?"
"Um, with all due respect Professor...I think they were joking." The girl sheepishly muttered, her classmates snickering. Gina furled her eyebrows.
"What makes you say that?" She asked sternly.
"Cuz...your booty's getting bigger."
"....What." Gina scowled as her entire class burst into laughter. "That's not very funny. Huhn?" clasping her hands over her rear protectively, it felt as if there was more butt than usual. Looking back at her posterior, the professor cried in dismay as her skirt was pulled tightly across her undeniably larger asscheeks. The volume of her student's boisterous cackling only increased as she squeezed herself in disbelief, but Gina knew precisely what was happening as pressure built in her midsection. Her eyes frantically scanned the room, falling on the air vent in the corner near the door. Pink vapors spilled out of the duct. "C-class..hnf...get out of the school..." she ordered...and received little response beyond more humiliating stares.
"She's blowing up like a balloon!"
"Hope she doesn't pop."
"You idiots! Get out of here before..." Gina pleaded with her students, but it was too late. A pronounced hissing noise filled the room. The attitude of her class was altered instantaneously as all of the girls started to scream and expand. One of the buttons on Gina's blouse burst off as her now titanic chest-orbs sought freedom, richocheting off of one of her student's swollen belly resulting in a shrill yelp. Chaos erupted. Some of the would-be scholars dashed for the door while others could not even free their billowing bodies from their desks. One lucky student reached the door, succeeding only in wedging herself into the doorway and cutting off the only escape route for her friends. The professor winched as her skirt ripped in half, exposing her panties. "It's her...it has to be her..." Gina thought, waddling over toward their only hope; the fire alarm. She slid across the floor precariously, her body become increasingly buoyant. A cacophony of fabric tearing reached her ears. Her entire midsection had become spherical, her limbs slowly being enveloped. "So close...g-got it!" The stalwart instructor exclaimed, managing to reach the alarm lever just as she began to rise. As she did, the handle was pulled out and upward, the shrieking siren sounding across the entire building as the heroic woman became a balloon-girl.
Immediately, the main academic building on campus inacted evacuation procedures. Many of the classrooms were similarly afflicted with the pink-fwoomping gas, but dozens of students who were in the hallways managed to evade being afflicted and poured out of the main exit. The tide of escapees was almost stymied when several multi-colored beams hit the frontrunners, and the girls started to swell up like blimps.
"Going somewhere, ladies?" The sultry voice could barely be heard above the desperate screams of inflating women. Enormous battery pack strapped to her back, The Inflatrix indiscriminately fired her powered-up Inflat-o-ray into the frightened crowd. Targetting an exotic looking cow girl out of the herd, she pulled the trigger and uttered a sinister laugh as the ray splashed, affecting multiple girls around its intended victim. The blond dominatrix smirked as the she-cow stopped in her tracks, her body surging out into a sphere rapidly.
"Dee!" One of her friends cried out, suddenly gasping as her breasts deployed like airbags, bursting through her shirt and bowling over a fleeing professor. "H-help!"
"I've got you Kate!" Yet another girl, this one with a hugely distended belly, leaped up and grabbed the blimp-boobed Kate. Dee, by this time, was rising above the roof of the main building already. A purple haired girl with a sizable rump clung to clumps of grass while her bloating derriere threatened to send her skyward as well. "Somebody call the police!"
" No! I don't wanna be seen like this on the news!Hang on Saki-nyeep!" Kate squeaked, her breasts starting to pull her upward. Despite the additional weight of the girls grabbing her, the lift generated by her titanic helium filled tits proved to be too much, and she too drifted away. Women rose into the air in various shapes all over the school grounds. One balloon huffed angrily within feet of the assailant, casting a threatening glare at the villainess.
"What are you looking at, blimp? Why don't you be a good balloon and float away?" Anette sneered and delivered a swift upward kick to the balloon's underside, knocking her higher into the air. Glass shattered, and the Inflatrix's attention turned to the school. Windows blew out and bulges of balloony flesh poked out, the building practically groaning with strain. "Hot damn! Look at all those cutie-balloonies..." she gleefully admitted, nonchalantly zapping one of the few uninflated students that remained. The sky was full of girl-balloons. It was like a dream come true. "Better call the lab to come pick those balloons up before the whole school floats off." as she reached for her communicator, her hair was blown forward by an unexpectedly powerful gust of wind.
"You fiend! Didn't you learn anything last time, balloontrix?" A new voice reached the villainess' ears and she happily turned to greet it.
"Well, if it isn't....Zeffie...Zoofi...Zoophile...oh, blast it...what's your name again, future-balloon?" Anette played coy, tapping a finger against her chin. Zephyr, slightly rotund with air, glowered at her arch-enemy. A light crimson blush came to her face as the reality of the scene set in. There were helplessly ballooned girls all around her, some having faded into nothing but barely noticeably flesh-colored dots against the blue sky.
"Zephyr, balloontrix. It's Zephyr. You're gonna pay for what you've done to these poor women!"
Pointing an accusing finger at the black-clad blond, Zephyr clenched her fists and sucked air into her belly through her iconic belt...eliciting little reaction from the other woman. "Hey...you're supposed to be runnin', or...you know...shooting me?"
"Oh, don't mind me...you go ahead and do what you do, girlie." The Inflatrix replied, setting her battery pack down and stretching. She was bemused by the puzzled look that appeared on the heroine's face, Zephyr's middle becoming increasingly spherical.
"So, you-nnnff- give up then? It'll make blowing you away even easier than last time!" She boasted triumphantly. She groaned as her body emitted a soft creak, releasing the buttons in her gloves and cutting off the intake. Unfazed, Anette reached into her cleavage and procured a small remote control. Zephyr groaned, "I'm sure those...hnnff...girls would love to see you up there with them!" Zephyr depressed the buttons in either palm with her fingertips, expecting to blow Anette head over heals with a blast of air. To her chagrin, nothing happened at all and the heroine was left fruitlessly pressing the buttons over and over again with a repeated clicking.
"Oh, did your little toys break?" The Inflatrix chimed in, rolling the minute remote in her palm. Zephyr desperately tried to activate her belt, but her glove-based controls refused to respond. Noticing the villain sauntering towards her, she paled and waddled backwards. "Did you really think you could beat me, The Inflatrix, at my own game twice?" her voice was seductive, causing Stephanie to feel hot in the face. "Poor, deluded balloon...I recognize that prototype lense in your belt. Disrupting the radio frequency between it and your gloves was a trivial task."
"T-that's not fair! You're not even gonna give me a fighting chance?!" Zephyr's voice trembled.
"Girlie, did it ever occur to you that I'm...how can I put this delicately..." Anette pushed her plaything over onto her back. "EVIL? When somebody says the word 'fair', I assume they're talking about my skin. That's the only definition I give a damn about." Sternly stated, she placed a heel atop Zephyr's swollen gut and put pressure on it.
"Nnnggfff!!! OFF!" The heroine flailed her limbs like a turtle attempting to right itself.
"You wish! You're going to PAY for what you did to me...what you made me...do...goddamn you!" The Inflatrix's face reddened from a mixture of anger and arousal. Delivering a swift kick, she sent Zephyr rolling like a kickball. "By the time I'm through with you, you'll bow down to me like all the others..." Anette seethed, straddling the now belly-down Stephanie. Squeezing her thighs around the bloated girl, the villainess took hold of Zephyr's shoulders.
"W-what are you gonna-EEP! WHAT THE-OOF!" Stephanie shrieked. She was being riden like a bouncy-ball! Her belly sounded like dodgeball each time he collided with the ground, the girl's face flushed with indignation. "Y-you can't-UUNF- do this to me!!! It's sick-OW!"
"Shut up!" Anette intentionally made the final bounce a hard landing, getting off of her toy. "Why don't we go back to my place for some more...fun...?"
"You'll...never get away with this..." Zephyr's voice was weak, her body spent from being bounced so thoroughly. "I'll...fight every step of the way..."
"Who said anything about 'stepping'?" The Inflatrix retorted, collecting her inflat-o-ray and its battery pack. Then, she walked next to a large tree. "Let's see if you can figure out where I'm...I mean, you, are going with this?" She clucked her tongue, dragging a basket and rope from behind the tree.
"...Y-you've got to be kidding me..." Stephanie muttered in disbelief.
"I'm not one to kid around..." The villainess smiled and adjusted the Inflat-o-ray. "I've been dying to test this on some poor, helpless girl...and look at what we have here!" she grinned and pointed the device at the bouncy heroine. Pulling the trigger, the gun-barrel did not emit a beam, but instead pulled energy into itself. Her hands shook violently as the entire ray-gun glowed and quaked violently. Zephyr squealed.
"Nnngh! W-wait!" It was too late. The Inflat-o-ray issued forth a crimson beam that enveloped the heroine's entire figure. The device in the villainess' hand smoldered and beeped frantically as it's entire battery supply had been expended in one spectacular blast. "Oh god-Mmmph?!" Zephyr's rounded torso exploded outward, immediately swallowing up her limbs up to the ends. Her cheeks bulged comically, and the belt that served as her heroing trademark now cinched her middle painfully.
"Oh, my! Ahahahaha! This is fantastic!" Anette exclaimed and clapped her hands together. Casting the battery pack off of her back, there was a glint of mayhem in the Inflatrix's eyes as she moved swiftly to tie the basket's ropes to each of Zephyr's rapidly dissapearing extremities. Stephanie was inflating by several feet a second as the overcharged beam worked its magic. The balloon rocketted into the air, coming to an abrupt stop as the ropes pulled tight and the basket anchored her down. With an ear-raping snap, Zephyr's belt finally lost its fight against the pressure building within the heroine and fell to the ground. "Uh oh...I think it's almost time for liftoff, blimp!" The Inflatrix ran her fingers across the teal balloon's underside, eliciting several muffled whimpers. Practically skipping with glee, the Inflatrix approached and knelt before the heroine's girdle and snatched it up, unceremoniously casting it into the basket along with her battery pack.
"Mmmmmm....." Zephyr's high pitched wail tapered off into a pitiful squeak as her head dissapeared into the enormous sphere her body had become. Her hands and feet were sucked into her body, only the ropes tied to them sticking out from where they used to be. The Inflatrix crawled into the basket slung underneath her new method of transportion and prodded the orb roughly.
"Up, up, and away we go, girlie!" The Inflatrix cheered as the enormous sphere that was Stephanie began lifting the basket and its contents off of the ground. Higher and higher they went, carried onward and upward by the winds. Several of the students-turned-balloons drifted past them, squealing curses and cries for help as the hot air balloon floated in the direction of the Inflatrix's lair. "Mmmm...if you think this was bad..." the villainess cooed."...you have no idea what's in store for you. I'm going to break you, Zephyr...Hahahaha!" Anette's malevolent laughter trailed off as the ball-shaped Zephyr vanished over the horizon. The wrath of the Inflatrix is not easily avoided, as the heroic young woman would soon find out...