Up and Inflating Author, The

Warning for mature readers only.  Deals with inflation fetish.  Read at your own risk.
07/27/14
Rain falls outside the bookstore as the Friday night customers explore what the bookstore has to offer.  Author Sarah Hale sighs as she sits at the small wood table near the front door and by the selection of old records they have to offer.  A couple copies of her new book sit on the small wood table and she patiently awaits someone to come sit with her to talk about her works or answer questions, but so far none have come.  
Sarah looks at the watch on her left wrist and see the hands are at 8:35.  She sighs, wishing it didn't feel like she's wasting her Friday night. She adjusts her long, black haired, ponytail and watches as another customer comes in from the rain, but makes it clear they're not here to see her by going deeper into the bookstore.  This is not the successful release of her new book she hoped for.
Suddenly a man sits down in the wood chair across from Sarah and she smiles, "Hello, I'm author Sarah Hale."
The man casually looks around at the bookstore around them and scratches his beard.  "How's it going?"
Sarah watches as the man pulls out a quarter in his right hand and plays with it.  "Do you have any questions about my new book?"
He looks into her dark eyes with his green eyes, "Sure, what's it about?"
Sarah smiles, "It's about a boy that his dog dies and the ghost helps him solve mysteries."
The man rolls the quarter across the table and catches it with his left hand. "What's the boys name?"
"Fred Jacobson."
The man rolls the quarter back across the table to his right hand, "What inspired you to create Fred Jacobson?  Why does he exist?"
Sarah arches an eyebrow and adjusts her open, button up, sweater around her very modest breasts.  "Well in high school my dog died and I wanted this story to be about him, but dogs don't talk.  So I created Jacob to interact with and was inspired after seeing The Adventures of Tin Tin."
The man looks around the bookstore, "I'm sorry about your dog.  What made you want to be a writer?"
"I like telling stories."
The man lays the quarter flat on the table before him and looks into her eyes.  "Do you consider herself successful?"
Sarah frowns, "My first book sold okay and so far my second book..."  She motions to the book on the table, "This book is not getting a lot of attention."
The man smirks slightly and it quickly disappears. "Maybe you should publish your other stories.  The ones you write on the internet about people inflating."
Sarah's face reddens, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, but you do, Sarah.  You don't want to admit it."  He smiles as he leans forward and Sarah strangely is unable to move her arms or legs.  "I know all about those stories, Sarah.  I'm a huge fan."
Sarah looks around as she feels hints of panic within her, "What do you want?"
He smirks as he leans back in his chair, "Oddly the something you do.  I want to tell stories."  He points a finger at her, "Here's a visual aide."
Suddenly a soft hissing sounds and Sarah looks down to see her breasts slowly growing.  She feels the tightness in her breasts growing as the pressure builds and she grows excited.  "Wha....what's  ha...happening to me?"  She curses herself  for sounding like one of the inflating bimbos in one of her internet stories, but at the same time is incredibly turned on by the same words.  How was this happening?  When will it stop?  She feels her crotch moisten with excitement as her breasts squeak past b-cups, "Oh.....oh...I'm getting big."
"Yes you are."
Sarah watches as her breasts reach D-cups and the hissing fades, ending her inflation.  She smiles weakly and feels an incredible tightness in her breasts.  "My chest balloons are full."
He smirks, "I see that.  Now how do I continue the story I was telling you?"  It continues to rain outside as he searches around the bookstore and sees a four foot tall, Chinese, girl.  He points, "Another visual aid."
Suddenly the short, Chinese, girl looks around as she hears a soft hissing and then notices a pressure within.  Her body groans as muscle swell and pulls her blue, t-shirt tight.  Her body looks slightly muscular as it strains her t-shirt and shorts.  Her muscular body issues strained, rubber, groans as she looks like a female body builder and looks like she's been taking steroids for years.  The sleeves of her shirt and legs of her shorts split and the hissing fades.
The super muscular, Chinese, girl looks down at her muscular self and her body squeaks and creaks softly as she moves.  She gently touches her bulked up chest, noting her breasts didn't get any bigger, and guessing she's probably put on more than a hundred pounds of muscle.  She flexes her right bicep, it swells larger, and a strained rubber groan sounds.
Suddenly a soft pop sounds and flesh colored flakes of rubber flutter down to the wood floor where the short, Chinese, girl was standing.  The man smiles, "That was entertaining."
Sarah whispers incredibly turned on, "She popped....."
"She popped."  He looks around the store and smiles as he sees a soccer mom in faded jeans drop a book.  He points at her as she bends over to pick up the book, her long brown hair falls across her face, and her butt strains the jeans.  He points, "And another."
The soccer mom pushes her long, brown, hair off the right side of her face and her eyes widen as her rear swells outward, growing tighter and pulling the jeans tighter.  She feels blood rushing to her head as she remains bent over to pick up the book and gently touches her expanding rear with her right hand.  It squeaks upon her touch and she gently withdrawals her hand.  She knew it was a given to have her rear expand and put on weight after getting married and becoming a house life, but this is ridiculous.
Suddenly a rip sounds and the soccer moms face reddens with embarrassment.  She stands up relieving some of the strain on her jeans and tries to cover the hole with both hands, but finds it difficult to reach due to the size of her expanded rear.  Soft squeaks sound as she hurries out of the store and into the rain.
Sarah gasps as her excitement continues to grow and the man asks, "Shall I continue with my story?"
"How are you doing this?"
"I'm doing it the same way any story teller would.  I use the elements and tools at hand to tell the story."  He smirks as he fiddles with the quarter in his right hand and points to a girl reading a book in the far corner.  "Let's continue."
Lightning flashes outside and the girl reading the book hears a hiss.  She feels a pressure in her head that isn't unpleasant and she stops reading to look for the source, but the hiss is gone.  She frowns, continues reading, and the hiss returns.  She feels a pressure swirling around in her head as she reads and stops to look for the hiss, but again the hiss is gone as soon as she stops reading.  She frowns again, continues reading, and sighs when the hiss returns.
Suddenly the girl's black framed glasses strain against her inflating head and break.  The broken glasses fall into her lap, the hiss fades as she stops reading, and she reaches up to feel her rounded head.  Her head squeaks softly as she feels it is rounded like a basketball and picks up her broken glasses.  She holds them up to her eyes, reads a little, the hiss returns, and she feels her head inflate outward.  With the swelling comes understanding and she finds she understands what she reads better.  She continues reading and the hiss inflates her head bigger.
She smiles as she finds herself reading faster and faster.  Her head groaning as the pressure builds and pushes it bigger.  She feels her head is super tight and her mind is growing faster and smarter.  She knows she'll be viewed as a freak, but that doesn't seem to matter as much now.  She dreams of making discoveries and even curing diseases like cancer.  Her head groans angrily as it reaches beach ball size and she shuts the book loudly, knowing she's made a miscalculation.  Fear swirls in her belly as her head creaks and groans, but she's safe as long as she doesn't read anything.  Her phone beeps and reflexively she reads the text message.  This hiss returns and a horrible too late realization spreads across her face.
Suddenly a pop sounds and flesh colored flakes of rubber are dispensed where the girl was reading.  The man smiles and an orgasm spreads through Sarah.  She moans softly as her tight, inflated, boobs quake with the orgasm, "How are you doing this?"
The man leans close to her, still playing with the quarter, "Perhaps you might understand, if I told you my name Sarah.  My name is Fred Jacobson."
Sarah swallows, "No it's not.  That's the character in your book."
"Indeed it is, but I am not that character.  Subconsciously you named that character after me because I wanted you to."  He motions to the bookstore, "Look around you and you can see the answer."
"Why would I name a character after you?"
"Oh the same reason you find you can't move your arms or leg, Sarah.  I just simply wanted it.  You created Fred Jacobson in your book and I created you to name the character after me while writing your book."  He smiles, "All of this is a creation of my mind."
"You created me?  I...I don't believe you."
The man sighs and pulls out a needle. He smirks evilly, "No matter.  I'm going to pop you now and create a new fantasy to enjoy."
Both fear and excitement fills Sarah at the thought of being popped like a balloon.  It scares her on one hand, but excites her at the same time.  It always seems like the better conclusion to a balloon's life to be popped and remembered, but there's always the other conclusion.  The other conclusion leaves the balloon both deflated and discarded, but the possibility of inflating another day remains.  Words slowly form in her head, "Please don't pop....me.  Don't let the story end now."
"Sorry, Sarah.  This is the end of the story and your bursting is the finale."
Sarah looks around nervously, "Someone help me."
Suddenly a hiss sounds and he looks down yo see his belly inflating outward against the table.  "What the?"  More hissing and creaks of rubber sound as his legs join in the inflation.  "This isn't happening.  I'm the dreamer.....this is my dream!  Why is this happening?!!"  His arms and shoulders bloats as the pressure within pushes him outward and bigger.  He feels tighter and tighter as he begins to resemble an inflated version of a sumo wrestler.  "I....I'm not doing this! I don't understand."
Sarah swallows, "Looks like you might be the one popping first."
He glares at her, "This is my creation!  I can't pop!!"  He presses the needle to his groaning, air pressure expanding, body and a horrible squeal sounds.
Suddenly a bang sounds and Sarah's rubber body squeaks as air rushes across her.  She slowly opens her eyes and breathes a sigh of relief to see his rubber pieces decorating the bookstore.  She wonders what all of this means and some of the ideas he presented her scares her deeply.
A woman of the age of 42 rises from the near by corner and walks toward the table Sarah is sitting at.  Her fake c-cup boobs jiggle slightly with each step and defy gravity.  Her long black hair has streaks of grey, her butt isn't so firm, and she has a bit of a belly peaking over her belt.   Her low cut light, blue, t-shirt reveals cleavage that has a few wrinkles, but is beautiful nonetheless.  She smiles at Sarah, "Well, Sarah, as fun as this was I have to be going.  I'll try to keep this place around as long as I can.  Good luck with the new book."
Sarah watches as the woman ventures out of the bookstore and into the rain.  She listens to the soft squeaks of her body as she breathes and wonders if she even needs to breathe or when she'll pop.  If she is just a character in a story, does it make her life any less valuable to her?  She isn't sure, but she knows she has time to ponder the questions and possible answers they may have.

Written by SnowFox144.