Metamorphosis 3

Writing the "incident" off as just a dream - Shannon found it to be a better term for what happened than "transformation and indulgence in deviant yet absurdly satisfying sexual desires" - proved to be an immediate impossibility; Caitlin was positively glowing the next time she saw her.  Fortunately her transformation had been thorough enough that she didn't recognize her as being the one who visited her that night.  Either that or she was being discrete in public.  She didn't want to think about how she would explain things to Margaret if Caitlin appeared at her doorstep wanting to be blown up again.

That she found herself describing it as "absurdly satisfying" proved to be a bit of a sticking point in denying that it happened.  It -was- the sort of thing that she was interested in, though she kept to herself.  Even then, her... interests were never to that degree, and definitely not in real life, much less with someone else, much less with someone she scarcely even knew.  To be perfectly honest, she liked it.  Quite a bit, in fact, though as she reminded herself, she had other things to worry about.  Tests were an absolute, but her change was something to worry about only if it ever happened again.

Although, as she inspected herself in the mirror, it seemed like some of the changes never went away.  Her skin still had that clearness and sheen, and her hair was thicker and had more bounce.  Not like normal hair - although it looked great, and she didn't do a thing to it - but more that it was like tiny, stretchy strands of elastic.

"Are you feeling alright?" Margaret asked, from outside of Shannon's room.

"Yes.  Why?"

"You've been a bit off since midterms.  Maybe getting some fresh air and sun will do you good."

Shannon plucked at one of her bangs in the mirror, stretching it out before watching it spring back into place. "Is the studious Margaret MacAllister suggesting we go to the beach?"

"Yes, she is.  You should join me."

She straightened out and took a step back. "I would, but I don't have anything to wear."

Just as she said that, she felt a creeping sensation across her body and, knowing what happened last time, stripped off her shirt to find points of thin goo seeping out from her body.  It quickly spread, oozing over her torso and down between her legs, forming a matte one-piece black and red swimsuit with a small opening over her abs and navel.  She slid her hand underneath it, feeling it between thumb and forefinger; despite not being shiny it still had the same latex-like texture as her... other outfit.

"So we'll buy you something.  Swimsuits aren't expensive." The door swung open, and Shannon let out a yelp, reflexively covering herself.  Margaret looked at her oddly. "What are you talking about?  That looks fine.  Are you sure you're feeling alright?"

"Yes!  Yes, perfect, fine, fine, let's go."


*****


Shannon scanned the beach. "It's not nearly as crowded as I thought it would be."

"A lot of the people from campus are at the Margarita Mix-Off down south," Margaret replied as she laid down her towel. "Still, it's not too empty.  I think most of the people here normally visit the other beach but came here to avoid all the drunks."  She passed Shannon a stack of clothes and other belongings. "Could you put these in the lockers, please?"

"Sure, sure." As she took the stack someone caught her eye. "Who's that?"

"Who's who?"

"The really good-looking blond talking to the Asian girl over there."

Margaret tipped her head to the side, trying to look without looking like she was looking. "Oh, that's... David Jones.  Hm.  I thought he was dating that girl from poli-sci.  Why do you ask?"

"Just wondering."

Shannon turned, heading for the lockers.  Depositing their belongings, she withdrew the key and went to return it to Margaret, but hesitated.  To say she smelled something would be true, yet not; rather, it was more that a sense she hadn't used before was manifesting itself as smell.  But, faintly radiating from the abandoned boardwalk down the beach, was the unmistakable "scent" of helium.  She hesitated, unsure of what to do until two young women walked by.

"Did you see that cute blond that walked by a little while ago?" the first asked.

"Isn't he dating Janet from economics?" the second replied.

"You mean he isn't seeing Tanya?"

It was then that a thought entered her mind.  Tossing the key from hand to hand, she returned to her and Margaret's towels.  Finding her gone, she left it atop the cooler, then headed towards the empty stands nearest where she last saw... David?  Yes, that was it.  Ducking behind it, she glanced about to ensure nobody was around, then looked down at herself.  Her swimsuit - or strange ooze-based clothing that may or may not be part of her - still looked fine, but she wanted to see if it could change into something with a bit more... appeal.  As she wondered how it happened last time and what she needed to do to get it to happen again the material around her abdomen flowed away, leaving her in a revealing two-piece.

"Well," Shannon said to herself, "that's a start, but it needs something else..."  She stared down at herself and thought for a few seconds before shrugging and muttering, "fuck it," raising her thumb to her mouth.  Her cheeks puffed out as she blew into it, and she pulled her hand away in shock as she felt her breasts suddenly swell out an inch in all directions.  Blinking, she cupped them, giving them a gentle squeeze; they still felt real, just a bit softer, and while larger, they weren't unrealistically so.  Fortunately for her, her top had stretched almost, but not quite enough to contain her. "Huh.  Didn't think that would work."

Shannon peeked around the corner, scanning the area for David and, spotting him, made her way over to him.  She walked with a slightly exaggerated gait which, coupled with her larger assets, made her bounce far more than she was used to.  But it worked admirably, and she had his attention even before she was halfway there.  Eventually his eyes met hers, and she graced him with a smile as she stopped before him.

"Hi there," she said, coyly brushing back her bangs. "I couldn't help but notice you here all by yourself."

"The beach down the ways is too crowded this time of year." David gave a light, casual shrug. "You can't hear yourself think.  Plus the people around here are just more pleasant to be around, you know?"

"Oh my, yes.  Everyone has been so friendly to me while I've been here." Shannon knew exactly what he meant by "pleasant," and he wasn't talking about their personalities.  She wasn't blind, after all. "Do you want to go someplace private and... get to know each other better?"

"Sure.  I hear the cabana is-" As he took a step forward and went to point, Shannon took his hand

"No." She inclined her head slightly towards the abandoned boardwalk. "Over there."

He looked at her for a second, confused, before shrugging.  Despite his confused act there was a faint yet unmistakable twinkle of recognition in his eye. "All right, you're the boss."

As she lead him through the buildings and towards the secluded part of the beach, she couldn't help but feel that this was something she could get used to.


*****


The "scent" lead her to an open storefront, recently abandoned.  The interior had been stripped of shelves, leaving nothing but empty space, some sand on the tiled floor, a stack of crates in one corner, and a helium canister in the other.

Shannon gave David a hungry smile as she lead him inside, gently pushing him up against the wall.  She ran her hands across his chest, down his abs, and hooked her fingers into the waist of his swim trunks.  She knelt before him and gave them a tug, pulling them down to his knees, before taking him in one hand, feeling him quickly stiffen at her touch.  As he held him she looked up, and as her eyes met his she feigned a bashful smile.  "I'm sorry, but... could you not watch me?  I get performance anxiety."

David let out a light chuckle as he tilted his head up. "All right.  Wouldn't want you to get nervous."

"Thank you." She closed her eyes as she felt a wave of change pass over her body.  Her skin turned red and elastic, her hair and eyes faded to deep purple, and her swimsuit oozed back into her, replaced with her latex-like strapless two-piece bikini and thigh-highs.  There was a twinge along either side of her spine, and six tentacles protruded from her back.  It was faster than last time, possibly because she didn't try to resist it.  Good.  She didn't want to keep David waiting.

Four tentacles lashed out as she stood, grabbing him and holding him spread-eagle.  He recoiled in shock, struggling in vain to free himself from her grasp. "What the fuck?!  What are you?!"

Shannon put her hands on her hips, regarding him casually. "So I hear you like playing around with girls." She stretched a tentacle to the side, twisting the valve on the tank open before plugging it into the nozzle.  "Well, I like playing around with boys." As David gaped at her another tentacle shoved itself between his lips, and she tapped her finger on his chest. "So we're going to get along juuuuuust fine."

Hissing filled the air as David began to grow, his trim stomach billowing out into a beer gut.  His pecs followed suit, quickly rising up before the growth spread around his sides and to his back, giving him a barrel-chested appearance.  Shannon made no attempt to move as he began to press into her, instead placing her hands on the sides of his belly. "My, look at that figure."  She ran her hands up his chest and over his shoulders as the helium began to spread inside of him, coming to rest on his arms.  He was fit, but now they began to look bloated; she gave them a squeeze as they swelled up like sausages.  Down below his thighs thickened and began to press against each other, and she relaxed her grasp on him ever so slightly to accommodate him as Shannon took a step back. "You know, you look better with some meat on you."  There was a ripping sound, and she glanced down to see his torn trunks fall around his ankles. "Or some air in you," she continued, waving one hand. "You know what I meant, right?"

David glared at her, thrashing his head and limbs against Shannon's grip.  His torso was mostly belly at this point and still swelling, and his arms and legs were wider than Shannon's waist.  Shannon cupped her chin, watching him in feigned confusion as his limbs began to spread from their size. "You want me to let you go?"

He nodded vigorously.

"Okay, if you say so."

The tentacles around his wrists and ankles pulled away, leaving the one in his mouth and the one still tethered to the helium tank.  David immediately reached for the tentacle in his mouth, but by now his arms were so bloated that his hands barely made it halfway.  Furrowing his brow he turned his attention to Shannon and, extending his arms, began to slowly waddle towards her, his body wobbling and swaying with each step.  Shannon simply shook her head sadly and gave him a firm poke in his chest with her index finger.  He slowly tipped backwards, bouncing against the floor before coming to rest, limbs flailing before growing to immobility.

Shannon watched as his growing body began to absorb his limbs, hands and feet still thrashing atop domes of swollen flesh.  Soon he was as wide as he was tall, his formerly defined chest and abs stretched into faint curves spread across the ball of his body.  She pressed into him experimentally, her hands sinking into his belly and causing his cheeks to puff up to the size of baseballs. "Not bad."  She pulled the tentacle from his mouth. "So what do you think about the new you, hm?"

"What have you done to me?!" he forced out through puffy cheeks.

"Isn't it obvious?" Shannon replied.  "I blew you up with helium."

"You turned me into a freak!"

"No, I turned you into a balloon.  Balloons aren't freakish at all, they're actually very ordinary."

"Fuck you!"

"Now now, language." She rapped a finger on the taut curve of his stomach. "Besides, trying to fuck me was what got you into this mess in the first place."  After a moment of thought she said, "oh, no wonder you're so frustrated.  You did come in here expecting a blowjob, after all."  She rolled him onto his back, leaning forward and taking him in one hand again. "Far be it from me to not give you what you want."  With that she let the helium fill her, pressed her lips to his tip, and blew.

David let out a moan as the gas entered him, and he doubled in size in a second.  Shannon blew again, and he grew to the size of her forearm.  Letting the helium stream through her she continued to blow, rapidly adding inches to his length and girth.  Soon he was two feet long, then three; she straightened up, hold him steady with both hands to accommodate his growing size.

"S... stop," he grunted. "Too big..."

Shannon merely smiled to herself and continued to blow.  Two tentacles came out of her back and began gently stroking the underside of his massive member, causing his moaning to grow louder and his feet to twitch.  As he grew larger he slowly began to lift off the ground, floating up through the air before bouncing against the ceiling, leaving him level with her head.  She slowly edged back as he grew forward, looming in front of her.

David's grunts and moans grew more urgent as he swelled, and his skin grew more taut.  Soon he began twitching, and Shannon pulled away, tugging her tentacle free from the tank.  By now he towered over her, several feet in length, easily longer than either of them were tall, and so wide she doubted she could reach around it with both arms. "Well," she said, running a finger along his underside. "You look positively ready to blow."

"Gotta... gotta come... please..."

Wrapping two tentacles around his length, she pulled him outside, his body bobbing against her grasp.  She turned him about in the air, looking out to sea to ensure he was properly lined up.  Nodding to herself, she looked up at him; her other four tentacles snaked out, firmly working him and stroking his length.  Within seconds he began to tremble, swelling out another few inches before a jet of gas erupted from him.  Shannon let go, and he shot off into the distance, spinning through the air as he flew over the sea.

She watched him sail off before letting out a satisfied sigh.  Heading for the edge of the boardwalk she dropped down and slipped into the shadows, her body and outfit returning to normal.  Reaching the edge of the water she dove in, sliding beneath the waves as she covertly headed back to the more populated part of the beach.


*****


Shannon scanned the thrift store as she entered, circling around the objects on display, looking on tables and through cabinets.  There appeared to be a few new tchotchkes, but nothing she was looking for specifically.  Or no one.  She raised her hand, hailing one of the shopkeepers. "Excuse me, I'm looking for someone else who works here.  He's a man, mid to late twenties, really pale blue eyes..."

The shopkeeper shook her head. "Nobody who looks like that works here, I'm afraid."

"I... see."  She backed towards the door. "Sorry to bother you."