Shea & Cliff

Tonight was the night.

Cliff Brown had been waiting for this anniversary for quite some time now, one whole year to be exact. He had finally done it. He had lasted with one girl for a year; no breakups, hardly any fighting, the works. He didn’t even mind the fact that he had to wait for this elusive night to sleep with her. It would be worth it, he told himself, even if he had to wait another year. Quickly dismissing that thought from his head, he rushed from the washroom, splashing after-shave over his 18 year old, still rather boyish, face.

“Cliffy,” his mother called from the landing, “your father and I are leaving.”

Thank God, thought Cliff. “See ya tomorrow,” he called back, trying not to sound too relieved.

He paused in the act of buttoning up his shirt to listen for the door to close. After a minute or so, during which time his parents made their final preparations and his father carried bags out to the garage to be packed, his mother climbed the stairs and knocked on his door.

“Are you decent in there?” She asked comically.

“…Umm…hold on…yeppers, come on in.” He finished pulling on his pants just in time to see his mother cautiously opening the door. She glanced around the room, as usual, and made a slight tssk with regards to the clothes on the floor.

“Now Cliff, I know tonight is very special to you and Shea, but please promise me that you’ll try to behave? And always remember to give her the respect she deserves, okay?” A slight gleam entered her eye, and her look became almost mischievous. “Always.”

“Yes mother,” Cliff laughed in his most obliging voice, “always, mother.”

She grinned back, turned around, and left the room closing the door behind her. He heard her mumble the words, “Oh, Cliffy” to herself, almost pityingly.

It was almost eight, and Cliff could barely contain himself. Shea had just called, informing him that she would be over pretty soon. He could just imagine how she’d look.

Long reddish brown tresses flowing halfway down her back, green eyes softly glowing, her Double D’s (whom she lovingly referred to as “The Twins”) slightly bouncing out of a provocatively low cut dress.

She always dressed like that, just to make the boys look. However, when they realized that a look was all most of them were ever going to receive, the majority of them gave up on her. Not Cliff, though. And he had been blessed (yes, blessed was the word) with more than that. And tonight, ah tonight, he was going to receive it all.

To pass the time, he went into the kitchen and lit a cigarette, feeling, as ever, that he probably looked like a complete ass with a smoke dangling from his teeth. He didn’t have to wait long however, as Shea promptly arrived at his front step.

“Knock, knock,” she called opening the door. “Anybody home?”

“Now there’s an overworked cliché, if I ever heard it,” Cliff laughed, coming out of the kitchen. He had been wrong, as usual, as to Shea’s appearance tonight. Her hair was up, and she was wearing an overly long trench coat. Her eyes, however, were glowing, and her smile (to use an overworked cliché myself), lit up the room.

“My, my. Don’t you look handsome tonight?” Shea commented, raising herself on tip toes to peck Cliff’s cheek. “Maybe we should just skip dinner, and get right to the good stuff.”

“Come on”, Cliff bartered, “I already made the reservations, and unless we hurry, were gonna be late.”

“Alright, then. Let’s go, sweetie.”

And so saying, the two left the house. Cliff couldn’t get over how much Shea had resembled his mother for a moment, when she put on her most devious little grin. Spooky, Cliff thought. That’s downright spooky.

“Ooh, Cliff. That meal was wonderful!” Shea cooed, bringing two wineglasses and a bottle of Chardonnay to Cliff, who was lounging on the couch.

“Don’t I know it. I must’ve gained ten pounds.” Cliff laughed. “I can hardly move!”

“Well, well, well. Who knows what I may do to you now that you’re unable to move, cutie…” That gleam was back. “But first, a toast…to us!”

“To us,” Cliff chimed, and downed the glass. For some reason, the wine tasted like candy. “This is great, babe, where’d you get it?”

“Nowhere special,” Shea smiled, “just that little shop down by Phil’s Bookstore. You know, that ‘Witches Brew’ place.”

Cliff knew the place. He and Shea had walked past that shop on many occasions, laughing about spells and magic tricks. It had, hanging in its windows, herbs and spices, cloaks of all shapes and sizes, what appeared to be an actual human skeleton, and various other curios.

“You know what’s funny, though, hon?” Shea asked sweetly.

“What’s that?”

“It’s supposed to do something very, very special.”

“Hmmm, let me guess. It’s some sorta crazy aphrodisiac, right?”

“Nope”, Shea said shaking her head, and stifling a giggle.

“Umm, some type of potion which gives me inhuman stamina?” He quipped.

“No way, Jose.”

“Ah…I don’t have a clue. Tell me babes.” He smiled looking like a child who wanted to know a secret.

“Okay…you’re probably not gonna believe this, but,” Shea began, ”it is a potion which puts your body, as well as my own, under my personal command. It does what I say, when I say it, and how I say it.” She beamed.

“Really? That’s amazing!” Cliff said sarcastically. “Come on, what does it really do?”

“But I’m telling you! Here, let me show you.” She though for a moment, knowing exactly what she was going to do. “Cliff, I want you to dance like Michael Jackson…when he was still black.” She said barely suppressing a grin.

“Well, you know I’m not much of a dancer, but…what the?..”

Shea couldn’t believe it! It was working! Cliff hopped off the couch, and immediately proceeded into a full body spin, followed by moon-walking to the left, right, and backwards. The look on his face, told plain as day, that Cliff was not doing any of this of his own control.

“Okay, you may sit down now.” Shea giggled. Cliff had no choice but to comply to her request. Before Cliff could say a word, Shea shuffled over on the couch, and slowly climbed onto his lap. Cliff could do nothing but look amazed at his newfound dance abilities. “Now,” she began, “do you remember the night that I couldn’t come to the movies with you, because my granny was down for the weekend?” Cliff nodded. A slightly guilty look flashed across his face for a millisecond, then left. This was all the confirmation Shea needed. “I heard, through the grapevine, that you went to the movies that night anyway. With her.”

Cliff didn’t need to ask which “her” she meant. Tanya Anderson. One of the girls who had made it her goal in life to hit on every boy in the school. A girl who Cliff had possessed a secret crush for, a girl who was all too happy to oblige his affections.

“But babes, I didn’t -“ he began.

“Be quiet.” Cliff’s mouth snapped shut. “Don’t lie to me. I know what you did with that, that hussy. And I know why, too. So she’s a little bigger up here right?” Shea pointed towards her chest. “So what, I can fix that. Watch.” His eyes moved not of their own accord, to her already ample bosom. “Breasts. Swell up.”

With that command, the tight fitting spandex shirt which her trench coat had previously concealed, began to rise. Shea’s two, not inconsiderable, mounds of flesh slowly, but surely began to fill with some unseen substance, straining against her top. Cliff could only watch, amazed as the two breasts tried, in vain, to escape the shirt, pushing out in all directions. When they were about the size of Tanya’s, she ordered them, “Stop.”

Cliff was astounded. He had always wanted Shea to be bigger. He knew she was already quite developed, but it had never been as much as he had wanted. His own personal fetish had been for Shea to possess massive mammaries which would all but engulf him, but he thoroughly believed that beggars, like the saying went, couldn’t be choosers.

But to see this! It was what he had imagined countless times before, and, despite the fact that Shea hadn’t commanded his body to do so, his pants began to feel uncomfortably tight. This uprising did not go unnoticed to Shea.

“Well,” she began, “I thought you liked me the way I was. Perhaps though, you’ve secretly possessed a desire to have me even bigger?” She smiled naughtily.

Cliff, able at least to smile, gave her the largest grin possible. It did not, however, have the effect he had desired.

“You pig! I look like a freaked out blow-up doll! Do you know what it feels like to be this big?” She began disgustedly. “No. Of course you don’t. You’ve always only thought about yourself, though. Maybe someday you’ll understand.”

Cliff had the strange sensation that today could very well be that day.

Shea rose slowly from the couch, and began to push the coffee table away from the area. With that done, there was a sizable bare space in the middle of the room. She looked over her shoulder, and frowned disapprovingly.

“I have a sneaking suspicion that you won’t have to wait very long for that day, ‘babes’,” Shea started, turning around. Her face made Cliff’ slightly worried. “Because, I think that since you seem to have had your fun, I’m going to have a little as well.”

With that, Shea picked up the wine glass Cliff had been using, refilled it, and commanded him to open his mouth and drink the sweet tasting potion. Despite his efforts, he could do nothing but comply. After taking the empty glass from his hand, she placed her hands on her somewhat ample hips and laughed evilly.

“You know, I’ve always wanted you to be a little bigger, too,” she joked. “A little bit wider perhaps? Cliff, I command you to swell up like…,” she glanced down at her bloated breasts, “…a balloon.”

Cliff felt nothing at first. No immediate swelling like Shea’s breasts had done, nothing. Maybe there’s limits, he thought. No sooner had this idea formed in his head however, than he began to hear a slight rumble in his abdomen. All of a sudden, he had the utmost desire to pass a little wind. Well, he thought again, maybe a lot of wind. The pressure in his abdominal area continued to build, and, sure enough, within moments, Cliff began to feel a slight bloated feeling around his groin and stomach.

“I will allow you to move your head freely,” Shea said pityingly, “only so that you may witness this as well.” She gave a little chuckle and placed her hands over her crotch. “Getting an idea of how most of us women feel each month?” Shea quipped.

Cliff, now able to move his head of its on accord, looked down at his midsection. His breath caught in his throat, as he saw what was occurring there.

He had always been a trim character, but this was all changing. The area contained within the top of his pants, was beginning to fill up. It wasn’t happening at a very quick pace, but sure enough, like Shea’s breasts, he was getting bigger. As the swelling continued, Cliff’s belt began to tighten, strain, and almost burst apart. It was more uncomfortable than painful, however, and Cliff figured that despite whatever happened, he could ride this out. He would beat her at her own game. Hopefully.

“Are you having fun yet?” Shea asked much too sweetly. “Here, I’ll help you with your belt.” So saying, she walked over to Cliff’s expanding abdomen, and loosened his belt. “And, I suppose, I can let you speak. Cliff, you may talk to me…but,” Shea added, “for this help, I’ll speed things up a bit. Cliff, I want your body to double it’s efforts to expand.”

The grumbling in Cliff’s body suddenly stopped. Whew!, Cliff thought, it’s over.

He took a deep breath and let out a tremendous sigh. As the sound of the sigh faded from his ears, however, a new sound started to form. Something which sounded like a cross between a snake hissing and air being let out of a balloon emanated from Cliff’s body.

He began to feel the pressure building again, originating from his stomach and groin.

“Shea…,” he began cautiously, “please stop this. I don’t want to be -.”

The words were taken from his throat as his body sprung into action. His stomach and groin began to inflate as if attached to a tank of air. He grunted as his body strained to contain the gas filling him up.

Shea could barely contain her laughter anymore. She stared at Cliff like a hungry dog, or possibly one going in for the kill. Cliff began to panic.

“Faster,” she panted, “Faster. Come on Cliffy, I wanna see you bigger…and bigger….” Shea exploded into ecstatic laughter.

With a lurch, Cliff’s body quickened it’s pace, pushing desperately against his clothes. His midsection pushed outwards in some semblance of a pregnant woman, and his fit upper body began to become much more barrel like. His once fitting shirt was pushed to its limits, as Cliff’s stomach and chest bulged outwards.

“Oh my god, “ Shea began, “this is perfect!” She started to walk, ever smiling, towards Cliff. “I suppose I could let you catch your breath, dear…Cliff I command your body to stop inflating.”

With that Cliff’s ample body ceased its ballooning. Cliff heaved a sigh of relief.

“Well dear, I must say you put on quite a show….did I ever tell you about my fetish?” She knelt down between Cliff’s slightly bloated legs. “I simply love watching things inflate. It gets me sooo horny!”

Cliff watched as her head angled down towards his crotch. He threw his head back as she ever so gently brushed over his underwear clad member. The feeling in Cliff’s body was indescribable. Every touch seemed to ignite thousands of nerve endings in the most intense, erotic, and pleasurable way possible. Shea noticed this and smiled.

“A blow job, honey?” She asked, with seeming friendliness.

Cliff couldn’t answer. The feelings he was experiencing only allowed him to nod his head. Shea decided that it couldn’t hurt. As her fingers peeled back the fabric of his boxers, and her lips closed around the head of his shaft, she mumbled, “I want each breath to inflate you more…”.

Unaware of anything except for the sensations passing through his body, Cliff missed hearing this, and began breathing heavily as Shea began to puff lightly on his penis.

With each bob of her head, Shea blew into Cliff’s member, progressing from a soft breeze to an all out maelstrom. After a few minutes, she stopped, realizing Cliff hadn’t moaned at all during the whole ordeal. Shea looked up, and began with a start, “Cliffy…how did you get that big?”

Cliff was now a flesh colored globe bouncing softly on the couch. His face was the only thing which seemed to retain its former shape and size. Shea was unable to fathom how this had happened. “I only blew for a little while, you shouldn’t be this big…I said, ‘I want each breath to inflate you more’….each breath!” Shea realized that she had not specified whose breath, which she assumed meant that each time either of them breathed, or blew, he swelled.

“Oh well, I suppose it only speeded things up, right?” Shea asked. She looked at her watch, smiling, “almost time dear.” Right on que the doorbell rang.

Shea walked out of the room, returning minutes later. Cliff heard the newcomer and Shea talking from the hall, followed by feminine laughter. Moments later, Shea walked into the room and announced their visitor. “Cliff, a friend to see you. She says she is a…Ms. Anderson….Ms. Tanya Anderson”.

Cliff moaned inwardly. I can’t let anyone see me like this, let alone Tanya! He watched as Tanya entered the room, seemingly in slow motion, and began to laugh at him.

“Oh my God!” Tanya snorted, “you really did it! He’s huge!”

“Yes, he is quite big. But you know what, ‘friend’? He’s not the only one.” With that, Shea pushed Tanya towards the immense balloon that was Cliff.

“Now, since he likes your breasts so much…take off your shirt and rub them against his”

Tanya, shocked to hear this, especially from his own girlfriend turned around in disbelief. “Shea, I’m not going to do that!”. Shea walked over with two glasses, and offered one to the buxom girl next to her. As Shea spoke, she motioned for Tanya to drink. Unawares, Tanya drank her glass down and listened.

“Now Tanya, I command you to rub you breasts against his body….and since you disobeyed the first time….lets add some incentive. Tanya I command your hips butt, legs and crotch to inflate like balloons.”

Within seconds, Tanya’s body began to swell. She could only stare as her once toned body began to round out. Her legs plumped up, pushing outwards and stretching her jeans quite nicely. Her hips ballooned out, and her rear end puffed up quickly. Her crotch looked as if a beach ball was being inflated under her pants.

“What…what…what’s happening?” Tanya screamed.

“Just do as you’re told…and perhaps the swelling will stop….and if you’re lucky, it may even go down.” Shea laughed.

Tanya continued rubbing her breasts against Cliff’s bulbous body, horrified at her own all the while.

After a few moments, Shea tired of the game and commanded Tanya to go on her way, promising that the swelling would go down soon. She had no intention of allowing that to happen however. Tanya left the house, and Shea turned towards Cliff and smiled.

“Simply beautiful. You look marvelous!”

Cliff heard the front door open, and rustling coming from the hall. Oh! My parents, they’ll help! Cliff watched his mother entered the room. Staring wide eyed at Cliff and Shea.

“What in the world…Shea what’s going on? Cliffy what happened…..?” She began running over to Cliff’s inflated figure.

“Um…reaction to some wine we had, Mrs. Brown.” Shea said meekly.

Cliff’s mom ran her fingers over his body and smiled, pulling on a piece of twine tied about her wrist. “That’s funny, so did my husband.” All turned their eyes to watch as a bloated Mr. Brown floated into the living room attached to the piece of string. “Only poor Cliffy seems to have gotten the worst of it.” Mrs. Brown laughed.

Shea giggled, “Not quite…he still has school tomorrow!”

With that the two women laughed.