So basically, I was somewhat inspired by nineteenthly's work "Five Stages" in terms of its realism and feelings of the character (although I've liked the idea for some time).
The premise is as follows - it's the near future and so other than a few technological improvements, the world is more or less the same. The only significant change is that the human alimentary tract is somewhat different - the stomach attaches directly to both the small and large intestine (although the small intestine is connected to the large as well). The small intestine's moved up a bit as well and protected by a sheath (the stomach is also separated from the organs above it by a wall of muscle). As a result, there's a direct link between the rectum and the stomach.
This is a fairly realistic way in which inflation would be possible - vital organs are protected from changes in body structure and the stomach & colon are stronger to resist pressure.
Oh, also. The entire world's population is female (although if one were hypothetically to write a story based on this concept it could be done with a more realistic gender distribution - this is purely personal preference).
The setting is this - there's a fairly newly formed organisation called, well, I haven't thought up a name yet (the Sphere, maybe?). Through the aforementioned anatomical changes (that enable inflation, of course) and some surgery, members of the organisation have been able to store large quantities of gas with little impact on their physical well-being. Additionally, they have discovered an ingenious system that gives their combat personnel a revolutionary advantage over their non-pneumatic counterparts. Of course, it requires them to be filled with gas - deflated and they're just as vulnerable (if not more so) than other soldiers.
Troops are given a fairly lightweight kind of armour that is designed to absorb shock but also (somehow) to withstand armour piercing rounds well (as if the armour is pierced, the consequences are more akin to hitting a tank of propane than a chunk of meat). Of course, this is only half the system. Through the use of a helpfully placed valve (read: their derriere), combatants are able to absorb kinetic energy with little effect on their body as a whole. Of course, with certain modifications, this capability can be transferred to pretty much the entire body with little loss of function.
Naturally there are downsides. Aside from some inhibition of movement, the high pressure contained within the body is very susceptible to just a little too much pressure which can result in a rather messy demise. The valve can only release so much gas at a time - if it's too tight, not enough gas will escape, and the body may not be able to withstand the excess pressure. However, one cannot simply leave the valve at a very low choke. Assuming the combatant moves, it is almost impossible to contain that kind of pressure without any leaks (so if they are moving, they're fairly distinctive... if you know what I mean :P).
If the valve isn't on a high setting, a lot of pressure will be lost from little movement - which of course takes away the system's greatest strength, not to mention reducing firepower (as their weapons are ALSO powered by gas - instead of propellant, sole slugs are loaded in then fired using pressurised gas combusting rapidly). Not to mention constant leaks will happen all the time with a low setting. Thus a tradeoff occurs between the ability to withstand enormous damage (including explosions), and maintaining pressure throughout the fight.
My idea for an actual plot begins with two of this organisation's soldiers being abducted, at which point the organisation (with its incredible troops) declares war on, well, whoever attacked it (depends on the country of course), hoping to spread the word that inflation is actually a good thing (for instance, storing gas as a portable energy source, not to mention fun times :P). The country in question finds simultaneously that not only are their weapons ineffective against the kinetic absorption capabilities of the organisation's troops, they are losing the battle on the homefront as well as the people start to appreciate and understand the Sphere's message. So, guess what? The military decides to copy their design. Fun!
That's pretty much what I've got so far. Preferably an actual story would involve following the characters of this organisation (because we want to see the inflation, right?), or a civilian who hears, and warms to the message of the Sphere.
In case you were wondering, I'm not asking someone to write a story for me (although you can do it if you wish, I personally think it's a fairly good idea if you're of the right temperament - i.e. realism). It's just a fairly concrete idea and a perhaps interesting way to convey inflation in a realistic but fun way. So uh... What do you think?
Oh, if you don't like anatomical realism when it comes to inflation, don't worry, but (purely pre-emptive, from what I've seen this is the general consensus - may be wrong though) please don't criticise it just for being uncanny or for being "too realistic" - or indeed for trying to be realistic but failing. Obviously it's not that realistic, I just prefer that kind of stuff.
Anyway! I'm dying to hear your thoughts.
I wonder why there are so many new stories involving alternative words these days...Anyway it sounds really good.
For one reason, Inflation is a fetish but can only come true in fantasy. . . for now.
I wonder why there are so many new stories involving alternative words these days...Anyway it sounds really good.
Alternative words?
For one reason, Inflation is a fetish but can only come true in fantasy. . . for now.
Well that's the idea. I'm trying to give it a plausible background and a reason for it to exist. The problem with extended storylines when it comes to inflation is that the fun is gone - that is, most of the fun in inflation is from the characters being shocked, not to mention an actual plot line going on. If the plotline centres around inflation, the series is going to get boring quite quickly.
I greatly appreciate when writers try to think of possible logical explanations for the weirdest phenomena such as body inflation.
I wonder why there are so many new stories involving alternative words these days...Anyway it sounds really good.
Because inflation is impossible in this world, we have to invent alternatives.
However, I wonder too, why people ballsy enough to create alternative worlds still do stuck to human anatomy, internal organs and even cell-based life. Adjusting human beings to inflation is difficult, making inflatable anthropomorphic creatures seems to be less difficult (inflatable dolls exist, making them mobile either robots or guided by peoples' minds). Another option is inflatable people that are created as is (i.e. God with a sense of humor)
And last but not least point. All that attention to anatomy of alimentary tract ... for me it is huge turn off.
DO any of them inflate with hydrogen? Slap a propeller on them and they can fly AND fight!
DO any of them inflate with hydrogen? Slap a propeller on them and they can fly AND fight!
They use... Jet propulsion. If you catch my meaning ;)
Also that post really reminds me of your best story. Good times >:3
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DO any of them inflate with hydrogen? Slap a propeller on them and they can fly AND fight!They use... Jet propulsion. If you catch my meaning ;)
Also that post really reminds me of your best story. Good times >:3
If they can fly, then eithe rthe air inside them is really hot (that is, lighter than normal air) that lets them rise, or they're filled with some lighter-than-air gas. Of course, if it IS normal air that just happens to be really hot, then it can be justified since everyone's organs are able to withstand the pressure to get and keep air that warm...which means since that implies a LOT of pressure, explosions are rather impressive with much dangerous shrapnel.
I like it! I like it!
THey should also be able to create more air inside them, or they could lose pressure to quickly and be unalbe to fly; some kind of limited control over their metabolism that turns food into gas, maybe. It could work if it's a conscious mind-over-matter thing, where people that are able to will themselves to pressurize might have an advantage...
Hydrogen can be created inside a living thing in theory. Electrolysis of water via something like the electric organs of a fish would separate hydrogen and oxygen in a saline solution, such as is present inside an animal, and the oxygen and hydrogen would accumulate near opposite electrodes. Presumably the oxygen could then be used for respiration and the hydrogen for buoyancy. I have thought about this a little but not in the context of humanoids.
Other thoughts i've had include the release of hydrogen from metal in concentrated strong acid (e.g. gastric acid) or its electrolysis to produce chlorine for defence or poisoning prey and hydrogen, again for buoyancy.
However, once again i envisage a very lightweight animal floating in the air, like a Portuguese Man O' War or a jellyfish.
That's a good idea, but I was thinking of something a little more... Organic.
Namely, genetically engineered microbes. By the time one's stools have reached the rectum, they've been completely broken down into, that's right, hydrogen and methane. :twisted:
Let's see how much a single "sitting" produces. We'll assume the person in question produces on average 75 grams of dry stool per "sitting". Now, let's assume 50 grams of that is cellulose (yes, rough science, but I really don't know exact values).
Now some basic chemistry.
That's 0.308 grams of cellulose, so 1.54 moles of hydrogen as there's 5 hydrogen molecules for every one cellulose - again, this is just to calculate maximum possible release of gas. Assuming standard temperature and pressure (which it isn't, but I'm not sure of the calculations for otherwise), the volume of the gas must be 1.54 * 24 (roughly) litres = roughly 37 litres. Obviously the internal pressure is greater than that and not all of the hydrogen in the cellulose will be released freely, but still, that's a hell of a lot of gas.
Oh, also, in order to accomodate massive growths, bones are able to be stretched a lot. Either that or somehow something that protects vital organs but can still stretch is in place.
I've also had some thoughts on continuation of the story. It's set in the near future, but I've found a good way in which inflation can be integrated well - energy shortages. Fossil fuels are running out and the world needs a new energy source. The Sphere offers a viable solution - the aforementioned microbes that turn waste into a clean fuel with no fuss. Thus it pretty much sweeps the globe. Women everywhere are filling themselves up with biogas and using it to make the world go round.
There's a couple of pretty large effects of this (other than a fundamental change in the way energy is produced and the sewers becoming noticeably empty). One is a sociological change - a new taboo is formed in the form of the release of any human waste (other than CO2). This stems from the constant shortage of energy despite the abundance of women - any kind of waste is looked down upon greatly, almost as a crime. Thus women have taken to keeping as much in as possible and wouldn't dare to let the smallest bubble out, even when no-one is looking, no matter how bloated they are. However, that doesn't mean they can't release it - there are stations available where one can release pent-up gas, which is then used as fuel.
The other is also a sociological change, but a much worse one. Crime is changed as a result - the human body is now a precious commodity, as energy becomes scarcer. Abduction becomes more common as organised crime senses the new opportunities, using women's bodies as an energy source; rows and rows of human biogas producers, pinned to the wall by their limbs, women whose sole purpose is to absorb all the food they can, distend, then release it, in the hope that some day they'll be freed - or for the more modest criminal, keeping them in a pen, plugged up, throwing them scraps of food, until they can't crawl any more.
So, inflation isn't all good. It's practically saved the world, but it's produced its own fair share of problems.
There will also be a demand for good strong reinforced clothing that doesn't burst off with pressure easily--maybe leather or latex? Ah, the image of thousands of overpressurized women flying through the air, the shiny rubber suits trying to restrain all that massive internal pressure...
There will also be a demand for good strong reinforced clothing that doesn't burst off with pressure easily--maybe leather or latex? Ah, the image of thousands of overpressurized women flying through the air, the shiny rubber suits trying to restrain all that massive internal pressure...
Of course. Damn, I should have mentioned that, but I forgot since that's the default situation in all my ideas.
Personally, I'd prefer something Mass Effect-ish for most clothing - it's form fitting but not too unrealistic in terms of what people would normally wear. The proper shiny stuff is for the more interesting cases.
And then there'll be the demand for emergency filling canisters--cylinders that can hold gas for those situations when you might not reach a filling station.
Of course, there'll be the possibility of theft of these small canisters, possibly leading to an attempt to steal and/or consume the contents of a canister.
And then there's the market for practical jokes, especially anal plugs that prevent venting...
Plus the plethora of "No Smoking" signs everywhere...
As well as the need to hook and tether those women with so much pressure that they cannot land safely, assuming there are people willing to attempt to do so. It may be that those that are too full, alternate means will be necessary...
And then there's the market for practical jokes, especially anal plugs that prevent venting...
Actually, plugging (or one-way valves) is quite common practice. Since inflation is pretty much a way of life, but pump stations (where they release their payload) tend to be rare, there's often the case where one cannot find one - in which case, they have to endure the pressure, since releasal of any gas is more or less considered a crime not to mention a massive social taboo (somewhat akin to having sex in public in Victorian times, if you want an analogy).
In fact, I think the gas should be coloured so offenders can be spotted more easily. We wouldn't want anyone to try and release their precious fuel in a back alley, now would we.
Or perhaps it should be mandatory to wear a constrictor so that if they do try to release it's not only extremely slow, it's as loud as a jet engine.
Do they fly purely through gas propulsion and pressure or is there actually a flame (afterburner?), um back there, so they jet like a rocket?
Do they fly purely through gas propulsion and pressure or is there actually a flame (afterburner?), um back there, so they jet like a rocket?
No flame.
In all honesty, I don't really centre the idea much around floating or anything like that. The basic idea is set in a society that's pretty similar to the current one (in a developed country that is), but inflation is a way of life - in fact it's the main source of energy. Robots now do all the manual work, and all food is synthetic (more often than not designed to produce as much hydrogen as possible), so there's not much work that humans actually do except sit in an office and eat.
However, inflation is extremely un-socially-acceptable. People flying around tend to be out of their minds and/or under the control of others - unlike a hypothetical situation in the current society where it would be seen as more of a novelty. Here, it's looked down upon to have large stomach - which makes it all the more fun since people have to do it.
I'm sorry, but this is going down the same kind of path that made The Matrix absolutely impossible to maintain any suspension of disbelief during.
The sheer inefficiency of such a system, using the human body as a fuel source, comes across as a serious dystopia run by lunatics who failed every science class since Mao became Chairman of China. Keeping the gas in so as not to waste things, that makes sense. The primary energy source?? You put more energy into food to make it than you can get back out in the form of combustibles.
If inflation is a way of life and a source of energy, then it's going to be treated like a bit wierd. Wasting gas will be more socially unacceptable than becoming inflated and large.
Regardeing food, it needn't be synthesized to produce gas. A high fruit-and-veggie diet (more peas, please) will produce plenty of gas in a human being (while be realitvely cheap regarding energy) to produce as opposed to raising meat animals or even synthesizing it.
I'm sorry, but this is going down the same kind of path that made The Matrix absolutely impossible to maintain any suspension of disbelief during.The sheer inefficiency of such a system, using the human body as a fuel source, comes across as a serious dystopia run by lunatics who failed every science class since Mao became Chairman of China. Keeping the gas in so as not to waste things, that makes sense. The primary energy source?? You put more energy into food to make it than you can get back out in the form of combustibles.
You may have misunderstood something. This is pretty much a necessity nowadays, as all the fossil fuels have been used up (it's the near future), and renewables aren't generating enough energy to sustain the massive population.
Actually, your point gives an opportunity to bring in something just as interesting. Perhaps some technology was invented to deal with an obesity epidemic caused by a change in diet, which was remedied by a drug that converts fat into hydrogen and methane. Which is used in addition to the aforementioned tech.
Also, it's not as inefficient as one would think. As I have already mentioned, almost everything is done by machines (including food production), partially due to advances in technology in that field, but also because people have become lazy (that's why they use machines, hfilled. It's basically a mass-produced synthetic substance that contains everything the body needs, but recently has been adjusted to increase energy output), so they're eating a hell of a lot and using barely any of it up, as almost everyone is either unemployed or in an office job - causing said obesity.
On a side note, I didn't for one moment have my suspension of disbelief broken during the Matrix, as the concept pretty much took a backseat. Plus it was an awesome film.
So everyone's overweight/obese, so the food they eat gradually turns their fat into hydrogen/methane. People weighing Three hundred pounds or more, their fat gradually turning into an explosive/flammable gas...I want to move there.
So everyone's overweight/obese, so the food they eat gradually turns their fat into hydrogen/methane. People weighing Three hundred pounds or more, their fat gradually turning into an explosive/flammable gas...I want to move there.
Preeetty much. In all honesty, obesity is pretty much the backstory - the microbes that fixed it all have been around for a while, so most people are fairly thin (disregarding the gas inside them). The main problem for people nowadays is that it's so hard to actually get rid of the gas - only the very rich can afford their own pumps (as they have to be connected to the system in order to actually support the economy - it's almost a crime to just let it out anywhere), so everyone else has to release it in public stations - which are often jam-packed, leaving people having to wait for hours to get in.
Even when they are in the trouble doesn't stop there. The nozzles to allow deflation are often broken, or even infected - there's a nasty pathogen going around that disables the microbes that metabolize the faecal matter, leading to a massive buildup (as people eat a LOT) which generally has nasty consquences. Even worse is that since the deflation stations are so full, there's no privacy. What doors there used to be in the cubicles have long been ripped off by numbers of women many times in excess of what the buildings have been designed to handle. Thus women are often forced to release their payload while pressed up against the wall by about three other women, all as desperate as she is to release the pressure in their guts.
Of course, this leads to some nasty situations. There's no law against releasing gas into another person (as you're not actually wasting it), so of course, there's a worrying number of cases in which helpless women have been inflated even further by the gas of individuals too selfish or desperate to wait their turn. In the few cases where this has resulted in explosions, quite some collateral damage has occurred due to the pressure wave.
So, yeah. It's not a nice time for our human biogas factories.
Sounds interesting, can't wait to see you rfirst stories.
Just curious--will aerobics or strenuous actvity increase the conversion of fat or food into gas? If so, it would make an aerobics class potnetially a dangerous thing to go to (though necessary for society's needs)... :twisted:
Just curious--will aerobics or strenuous actvity increase the conversion of fat or food into gas? If so, it would make an aerobics class potnetially a dangerous thing to go to (though necessary for society's needs)... :twisted:
Hmmm, I don't think so, unless I can concoct some reason as to why the waste products of respiration are both flammable and released into the stomach.
So when will this story be written? I would love to read it, I would also love t write something like this, but my skills are sub par.
So when will this story be written? I would love to read it, I would also love t write something like this, but my skills are sub par.
Oh, hum.
Well technically it's just an idea at the moment. So I haven't started writing it.
It depends how the next few months pan out.
My mom used to tell me about some of the old stories… Where there were more then just one boy in ever school… Of course everyone knows about it, it’s in the books. It also said that girls weren’t always big fat balls of gas either… How weird right? Well at least I’ve been born fortunate, unlike some girls. Did you know that some can’t even afford the little portable gascaps? I mean, I couldn’t imagine going anywhere without a three pack.
Well life is pretty good, I do rather enjoy feeling nice and full, despite what mom or the other girls say. I enjoy this, I would hate to be like those girls in the history books.
I mean, how did we run our buildings or cars or… Or gPads?! I mean re-
“Monica! Are you paying attention you little gasbag?â€Â
I hate it when she calls me that.
“Monica?â€Â
“Yes Miss Weatherbee? Um… 3024?†Yeah! I am right, that’s when the first waist lined record was set at.
“Our caps, which we all use to store precious fuel, is called 3024?... Your lucky that’s the official coding young lady.â€Â
Whew… Alright so I was wrong, but at least I was lucky. Sweet the bell is about to ring! Cant wait to get home and eat! Then again I love eating anytime… wish I didn’t eat all my school regulated snacks now. Well I’ll make sure to fix up something nice and big and fattening… or gassy… either way it all ends up as gas.
Monica Frirnir, a grade C student. She was one of the ‘middle click’ girls in her private school. Born into riches, she and the other girls on her block can afford the comforts of modern living. Clean personal deflation stops, personal gascaps, and doctors, highly skilled doctors, trained in the newest technique of fat-to-gas transfer and removal. Most of these things, however, came at steep prices, most of which were too much for any one lower then Monica’s family.
For some time, the human race evolved, and began to plow the solar systems for new worlds to colonize, to ease the stress of an over burdened and crowded earth. After several years, the human race began to experiment with greener, easier to produce fuels. The biggest and easiest, natural gas. However, many flaws arose; Not ever planet had a form of gas, let alone one that would cooperate with human ships. So it was through the brilliant minds of the Techs of Mars, more commonly known as ‘The Sphere’, that they found a way to produce vast amounts of fuel. After countless years, the human race encountered another evolution, With survival of the fittest replaced with smarts or vast reproduction, the balance of sexes began to lean in one direction. Females began the dominant sex, and soon, for ever one boy born to a family, there was fifty other families that bore girls.
As the bell rang out the girls all waddled as fast as they could to the schools pump stations. Others began to waddle to the massive double wide doors to walk or ride home. Monica stopped by her locker and pulled out the last of her days rations un till she made it home for first supper. Being a middle click, she was popular enough to not be bullied, like some of the other poor girls being forced to wait out in the hall for the pumps. Nor was she at the top, entitling her to have first pick at the pumps. Either way, she didn’t care. She never was one to follow fashion, nor the latest craze. She was herself. This was often mocked or looked down on. In the society of waddling blimps, why was it such a big deal for them to have a large tummy? They all had large tummies, Maddoline, the schools best cheerleader, and, somehow, smartest student looked as if she was the largest in the entire school, sticking out a good 3 feet in front of her where ever she went. But someone, somewhere said tummies were bad.
“Hey Monica!†came a cheerful, if somewhat pained voice. “How’s it going?†The was a soft creak of fabric, and then a hollowed sound, as if someone bounced a basket ball, as another belly bumped into her own. Looking up to see this colliding blimp, she saw Frankie, her best friend since childhood. “Got any big plans for the weekend?â€Â
“No, just gonna go home and eat and eat and eat.†She smiled as she rubbed her large stomach happily.
“You have got ta be the weirdest friend ever, You like having your tummy all… Big?â€Â
“Of course, I mean it’s how we were made right? Why not enjoy it?†she smiled back as she patted the opposite tummy as it peeked through strained gaps between buttons.
“H-hey! Don’t do that, not here… When we get back to your place… We can rub each other up, how bout that?!†she giggled hysterically as she bounced on her on heels.
Walking home was always a chore, for any girl. The normal weight was around 335, and then the added tightness from a big ballooned belly made it harder. But Monica loved it, she enjoyed the feeling of her body swelling bigger as her movements helped speed up the gas production in her system. Frankie, not so much.
“My god… I… I must be… 4 feet now!†the girl whined pathetically as they began climbing the stone stairway to their block. The redhead looked up and sighed out theatrically “oh woe is me if I must grow yet another inch, I will surely pop†she moaned out, forearm across her brow as she peeked out to see the widening Monica waddle a head. “H-hey! You were s’pose to stop and carry me!†She wailed. “Good luck with that, I can… Barely move myself, oh gosh I don’t think I’ve ever been this tight… C-cant wait to get home and get outta my cloths,†she cooed out, her belly, having already popped out of her blouse and bounced before her, much to the disapproved looks of the neighbors. “Mmm my skirt, it’s cutting me in twooo†she moaned again, rubbing her flaring hips and backside, the gas was now starting to fill out the other places of her figure.
Frankie blushed brightly, watching her raven haired friend tease her so “W-we… We†she panted as she watched this display “We… We gotta get home!†she cried out, waddling as fast as her rotund form would allow, pulling the other along with her. Their bloated bodies bouncing and jiggling as they collided into each other via swaying hips and jiggling bellies.
Yeah I couldn't sleep so I began to write, despite me sucking at it... But thought this could help jump start someone else...
Story
Wow
I mean, good god
I'm flattered someone actually took the time to write something like this
S'pretty damn good, actually. Nice of you :D
I am actually going to write this sometime. I just haven't decided when.
ps. Loved the bit about the pumps.
Glad you enjoyed it... I was listing to something strange and felt the need to type it... I may try to continue if thats all right.
More! I want more!! And I want overinflation (and maybe some F/F foreplay)...
Alright, alright... I'll write more tonight and post the second bit... Any one have ideas or request to throw in the pot? Or DO, anything else you want in since it was your idea?
Alright, alright... I'll write more tonight and post the second bit... Any one have ideas or request to throw in the pot? Or DO, anything else you want in since it was your idea?
I feel somewhat usurped now, but I think I'll start my own version: after all I know the premise pretty well :P
Indeed, you do, and sorry, I did not mean to usurp you.
Indeed, you do, and sorry, I did not mean to usurp you.
Oh not at all. I have no wish to inhibit creative talent through procrastination.
Just in case anyone was still interested, I am still working on the story, I am almost finished with what I guess could be called chapter 2.
Just in case anyone was still interested, I am still working on the story, I am almost finished with what I guess could be called chapter 2.
Never thought I'd say this but i'm looking forward to it.
Also, one thing to note (sorry if it spoils the idea but it's central to the premise of this setting).
These people don't enjoy inflation. Being inflated is looked down upon since it shows you're of lower social standing, since you can't access a pump. While inflation may be exciting, no-one would dare to be interested in it (unless in a secret club or the like) - a bit like BDSM. It's looked down upon and people who enjoy it (especially masochists) would never admit they liked it, but it's still done - just when as few people as possible know. Inflation is a way of life in this world - in fact it's vital (providing the vast majority of energy to the world - most manual labour is done by robots). It can be seen as going to the toilet in real life (since there's no need to here!) - necessary, but a taboo subject. Except this is even more taboo - especially getting rid of the gas.
dave-31 wrote:
Just in case anyone was still interested, I am still working on the story, I am almost finished with what I guess could be called chapter 2.Never thought I'd say this but i'm looking forward to it.
Also, one thing to note (sorry if it spoils the idea but it's central to the premise of this setting).
These people don't enjoy inflation. Being inflated is looked down upon since it shows you're of lower social standing, since you can't access a pump. While inflation may be exciting, no-one would dare to be interested in it (unless in a secret club or the like) - a bit like BDSM. It's looked down upon and people who enjoy it (especially masochists) would never admit they liked it, but it's still done - just when as few people as possible know. Inflation is a way of life in this world - in fact it's vital (providing the vast majority of energy to the world - most manual labour is done by robots). It can be seen as going to the toilet in real life (since there's no need to here!) - necessary, but a taboo subject. Except this is even more taboo - especially getting rid of the gas.
After all that time of being turned into hydrogen-filled fuel cells only to be drained, living in a cluture that actively promotes gassy conditions, I'm pretty sure that being inflated acceptable, rather like hip-hop is now acceptable (though some may still look down upon it).
Bursting through overinflation, however, may be looked down upon as both a loss of fuel in addition to either the lack of self-control the victim showed by eating more and getting gassier or 2) lack of brains by not getting to a draining station.
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dave-31 wrote:
Just in case anyone was still interested, I am still working on the story, I am almost finished with what I guess could be called chapter 2.Never thought I'd say this but i'm looking forward to it.
Also, one thing to note (sorry if it spoils the idea but it's central to the premise of this setting).
These people don't enjoy inflation. Being inflated is looked down upon since it shows you're of lower social standing, since you can't access a pump. While inflation may be exciting, no-one would dare to be interested in it (unless in a secret club or the like) - a bit like BDSM. It's looked down upon and people who enjoy it (especially masochists) would never admit they liked it, but it's still done - just when as few people as possible know. Inflation is a way of life in this world - in fact it's vital (providing the vast majority of energy to the world - most manual labour is done by robots). It can be seen as going to the toilet in real life (since there's no need to here!) - necessary, but a taboo subject. Except this is even more taboo - especially getting rid of the gas.
After all that time of being turned into hydrogen-filled fuel cells only to be drained, living in a cluture that actively promotes gassy conditions, I'm pretty sure that being inflated acceptable, rather like hip-hop is now acceptable (though some may still look down upon it).
Bursting through overinflation, however, may be looked down upon as both a loss of fuel in addition to either the lack of self-control the victim showed by eating more and getting gassier or 2) lack of brains by not getting to a draining station.
There's a good reason why it's social taboo.
It's a plausible way to regulate the amount of inflation in a potential story. That might sound silly in a story whose main focus is inflation, but in actuality, I reckon it's a good idea.
If a story keeps using inflation, it becomes less fun - the mind begins to "tolerate" it. The fun of inflation comes from the fact that it's perverse. It's surprising (and perhaps stressful) to the characters. In general, from what I understand the more "perverse" it is, the better - for instance, being more inflated. Of course this varies between people - some find the stress the victim exhibits exciting, others the various changes their body undergoes, others the consequences - in most situations, all of these to varying degress. This is of course as long as the "perversion" remains within a certain threshold - that is, the point after which it becomes repulsive. This might be gore for some people, or male inflation. As long as one remains within the threshold, the more perverse, the better.
However, over time the mind becomes used to this. That's why quite often the character keeps getting bigger - it's an easy way to increase perversion. However that can only go so far, and even then, if this pattern were kept up, it would still get boring quickly.
So how do we fix that? Keep inflation perverse. We know that the mind becomes less sensitive to inflation the more it imagines it. So... Don't keep using inflation. Keep the mind sensitive to this idea. I try to make sure normal human emotions are kept in - surprise, fear, and the like - and in situations where they're realistic, as well as normal human responses. However, one thing that's a priority is to not get carried away - quite often inflation is used as the be-all-and-end-all, which of course makes it more boring. It's used as a punishment and as a way to have fun, but perhaps not both at the same time. I reckon if it were to exist in real life, it'd generally be used as the former. If the writer keeps using on it, relies on it, then the story will get boring quickly. Thus while inflation should be important to the storyline, it shouldn't be omnipresent.
Regulating use of inflation also allows the writer to keep tension related to inflation within the story (again these generally only make a difference if they're longer than a short story). If the reader has become used to inflation as the main weapon, the main way to have fun, the main punishment, the main way of whatever else is important in the story, it becomes boring - you come to expect it. It's no longer surprising and the "magic" is gone.
That's why I used social taboo. It allows the story to auto-regulate inflation and provides another source of "perversion" - because inflation isn't and can't be used everywhere, it isn't in the foreground all the time; but it has to be done, so we can't forget about it.
Sorry about the wait guys and gals... I have been coming to terms with some things (biggest being that I am transgender.) but hopefully I will be able to write chapter 2... Although I do feel a bit awkward using OPs idea... I might take a different direction with it if its okay with everyone.
However if you guys all want it I'll keep this on tract with the original ideas
I uh, apologise if you feel awkward. Rest assured that you are in no way obligated to do it.
What do you mean by "coming to terms with some things"?
Also, I'm curious as to what this different direction is.
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Just some... stuff, genderwise. Anyway I was thinking since yours and my mind saw the same view in different ways so I was thinking of maybe writing something similar, but different... Maybe like from the view of the first girl to have the evolution, or perhaps where it is slightly more accepted or I dunno... I need to work on some plot ideas, heheh.
I wonder why there are so many new stories involving alternative words these days...Anyway it sounds really good.