The Air Potion, Part 1

John's gotten his hands on an air potion, and decides to find out what it does.

John, Ariel and I had been hanging out since high school. Even now, three years later, we still got together at least once a week to hang out. We were hanging out at Ariel's apartment; God only knew how she could afford it, but she managed somehow. I was sitting on the couch, John next to me on the recliner; and Ariel across from me on an ottoman she pulled up. God Ariel was a knockout. Shoulder length brown hair, high cheekbones, and an exaggerated hourglass that made men drool. I can't believe she hung out with two losers like John and I. I'd tried to date her a few times throughout our friendship, hinting that I wanted something more; sometimes making outright advances. She always managed to nonchalantly blow me off, and somehow we remained friends throughout it all.

We sat and talked about the usual stuff, then watched an old horror movie. Just about the time we normally would've called it a night, John said he had something to show us.

"Check this out." He said, reaching into his back pocket.

"Ooh, you've got something for us John?" Ariel asked, leaning forward. I had to admit I was intrigued.

"Yeah, check it out." John said, pulling a small flask out of his pocket. "I was wandering around downtown last week when I saw this strange little Chinese 'mystic' shop wedged between two buildings." He said. "I decided to check it out-"

"Hoping to buy a Gremlin?" I interrupted.

John laughed a little, "Yeah, something like that." He said. "But I found this instead." He held the flask out in front of him, showing it to us. It had no real markings on it, it was made of green glass and filled almost to the top with a clear liquid. "The guy said it was an 'air potion'. I don't really know what the hell it does, but he warned me to only take one sip at a time."

Ariel's brow furrowed, "Wait a sec," she said, "so you just bought something that you don't really know what it does?" She asked.

John shook his head. "No," he said, "it was weird, he took one look at me and said I should have it, he just gave it to me for free." He finished with a shrug.

"That's weird." I said.

"Yeah." Ariel agreed.

"Well, any takers?" John asked, holding the flask out.

"Not me man," I said, holding my hands up in refusal. "I'm not drinking something some weird guy just handed out for free."

Ariel nodded in agreement. "Yeah." she said, nodding.

"Babies." John said, shaking his head. He unscrewed the top and held the flask up in a 'cheers' motion. "Well, bottoms up." He said, and took a sip. He screwed the top back on the flask and set it down.

"Well?" Ariel asked, leaning forward.

"Nothing yet." John said, shrugging. "It's probably bogus anyway- ooooh," he said, leaning back and putting his hands on his stomach. "That's weird," he said.

"What?" Ariel asked eagerly. I leaned forward too, curious.

"I feel so... light," John said. "I feel..." he trailed off, leaning back in the recliner and closing his eyes. And then, something incredible happened. His stomach began to bulge out. "Oooooh..." John moaned euphorically.

"Holy shit." I said reverently.

"Well it was an air potion." Ariel said, neither of us taking our eyes off of John. His stomach rounded out, pulling his shirt up over the waist of his pants. We could see his belt straining, and the buttons of his shirt were also creaking dangerously.

"Guys, this is..." John said, trailing off again, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Then his chest began to swell. I stole a quick glance at Ariel and saw her completely transfixed, her eyes as wide as saucers. John looked as if he'd stuffed a pillow inside his shirt, but we could both see his skin beneath the gaps in the straining buttons. Then it spread to his shoulders, and his biceps bulged out like he was a bodybuilder. His thighs began to swell as well, and as much as I hated to admit it I could see a huge erection in his pants. "Oh my God," he moaned.

"Yeah," Ariel added breathlessly. The lowest button on his shirt popped off, I heard it hit something in the room behind me but I couldn't take my eyes off of John.

"Ooph." He grunted, and then his belt gave way with a deep popping sound. The button on his jeans went with it, and the zipper slid down, revealing his bloated stomach sticking out. He kept swelling and swelling, his limbs puffing up as his torso looked like a stuffed sausage in his shirt.

And then just when I started to get worried, he stopped. We all sat for a second in silence, staring in amazement at the human balloon in front of us. It was John who broke the silence. "You guys have to try this," he said.

"What?" I asked, amazed.

Ariel simply leaned forward. "How do you feel?" she asked.

"Amazing." John replied.

"Look at you." Ariel, said, running a hand down his bloated chest. John moaned at her touch. "You're a blimp," she said. "A big fat blimp."

"I'm a blimp," John repeated. Ariel ran her hand up his chest, under his shirt. The added pressure popped two more buttons off of his shirt. "You guys have to try this," he practically whispered. And then Ariel turned to me.

"Yeah, you should try this." She said.

I shook my head, leaning back on the couch. "I don't think so," I said. "We don't even know if it's reversible," I said.

"Aw, c'mon." she said, grabbing the flask and leaning towards me.

"No way," I said, shaking my head again.

"Do you want me to try it?" Ariel asked, holding it up towards her face, a glint in her eye I didn't entirely like.

"I don't know," I said.

She got up from the ottoman and leaned over me. "Maybe I should," she said, lowering herself over me and unbuttoning her pants.

"What the..." I whispered, my eyes must have been as wide as dinnerplates.

"Just imagine what it'll do to my belly," she said, and pressed her stomach out into mine. It was so soft.

"Or my thighs," she continued, leaning into me and squeezing me with them.

"Or my tits," she said seductively, practially rubbing them in my face. My mouth was so wide she could've fit her head in there like a lion tamer.

"I'll be," she continued, sitting down on my lap.

"So," she pressed herself against me.

"Big," she finished, thrusting forward with her hips. I could only whimper. She looked at me and took a big swig of the potion.

She caressed my cheek and then kissed me. And when she did, she passed the potion into my mouth. "Mmmph!" I said. As she pulled away she clamped her hand down, holding my jaw shut. I just stared at her, and the evil grin on her face. Then she thrust her hips again, and I swallowed the potion she'd put in my mouth.

"Good boy," she whispered in my ear. I was jelly at this point. All the blood had rushed from my brain to parts south. I looked over at John, he just layed there as docile as a party balloon, caressing his stomach the whole time. I looked back at Ariel, who was still grinning; and then I felt it.

It started as a bloated feeling in my stomach, but it was accompanied by waves of euphoria. "Oh," I said. It felt amazing, it drowned out the world around me; and then I felt myself begin to swell. It was the most pleasurable sensation I'd ever felt. Better even than sex. And then I felt my stomach push against Ariel's, and it multiplied exponentially.

"Mmmm," she moaned, rubbing against me a little. I couldn't even form sounds. Then I felt a hollow feeling in my chest, it was amazing; I felt so light. So free. So... euphoric. My chest bulged out, and I felt it press into Ariel's perfect, round breasts. Her nipples were so hard I feared they would pop me. I was in heaven. Nothing had ever felt this good before. Nothing ever would again. Ariel shifted her weight a little, and I came in my pants. It was mind-blowing, drowning out all thought. All sensation except the paradise I was in.

By the time I regained some process of rational thought, I could feel my arms swollen out against my sides. And my thighs were so full and round, the pressure of Ariel's perfect legs and her weight on me was almost unbearable.

"Mmmmm, bigger," she moaned, and began thrusting against me. I felt my body give as she pressed against me, and the air displaced in me as she thrust in; re-circulating as she pulled back.

"Oh God," I moaned. I could feel every inch of her soft form pressed into me as she thrust, her breasts, her oh so soft stomach; her juicy thighs. "Harder," I moaned, and she complied. It was unbearable. I came again, my mind almost shutting down as the orgasm blasted it clean. When I came to again, Ariel was leaning against me, breathing low and heavily.

"That was amazing," she whispered to me.

"Yeah," I whispered back; I couldn't even tell if it was audible. She got up off of me, and I felt myself swell a little bigger without her pressure to limit me.

For a moment she passed out of my mind completely. I was so big, so round, so full. It was a feeling of wholeness, of rightness that I'd never known I was missing until now. I didn't care if it was reversible anymore. To be honest I kind of hoped it wasn't. This was the me I was supposed to be. A big round balloon. I wasn't sure if I could go on as my old, flat, skinny self.

"Ariel," I said, "you have to try this." I finished with a gasp.

"Yeah," John agreed breathlessly from his seat in the recliner.

Ariel looked down at the flask and shrugged. "Maybe someday," she said.

"You don't understand," I said softly, rubbing my swollen gut. Even that was enough to drown me in euphoria.

Ariel shrugged again. "Maybe I should let you guys in on a little secret," she said, buttoning her pants. "I've always liked balloons," she said, giving John's stomach a rub, he moaned at her touch. "I mean, really liked balloons," she continued. She walked over to me again. Every inch of my skin screamed out for her touch.

"And now," she said, leaning down towards me. "I've got two, very big, new balloons to play with." She rubbed a hand up my stomach again, and I moaned. It was like an electric charge from her fingertips. "Now," she said, straightening up, "Who's up for round two?" she asked, lifting the flask.

For a moment, John's warning from the shop owner ran through my mind. "He warned me to only take one sip at a time."

And then I raised my hand, praying that I'd done it faster than John.