As a Kite

The room looked very much like a number of college girls lived in it. The windows let in the late-morning sunlight, revealing tapestries hung from the walls, half a dozen articles of clothing left on the floor, and an empty wholesale box that formerly housed bags of Cheez-Its. Next to the windows were the four beds, stacked on top of each other in two bunks. A string of Christmas lights were hung up, emanating a soft, orange glow to the ceiling's perimeter.

On the opposite end of the room, Katelyn opened the door, keycard still in hand. She was wearing a shawl, made up of beautiful tie-dye strings of colored cloth, accomapnied by a pair of black yoga pants and, as per usual, no shoes. Behind her walked in Taylor, who was uncharacteristically dressed in a dark-blue hoodie bearing the college's logo on her breast, as well as her own pair of black yoga pants. Her usual girlish sense of style was still evident in her lustrous, wavy brown hair, extending down to the top of her chest.

She was also a bit worried, having walked up from her room on the first floor once Katelyn had come to fetch her. Once the door closed shut behind them (a little too loudly for her to be comfortable), she was relieved to see that Katelyn's three roommates were absent.

"Did anyone see us? The RAs are out, right?"

Katelyn giggled a little at this. "Tay, we're fine. Almost everyone's at classes or still sleeping."

"And your roommates won't be back soon?"

"Nah, all of them have classes until 2 today. It's really nice, too, 'cuz I get Monday mornings all to myself!"

Taylor started calming down from hearing this, Katelyn's bubbly essence helping as well. Katelyn seemed to embody joyousness, standing at five feet even and wearing her straight brown hair casually draped down to her shoulderblades. She also had a blase attitude about what she ate, leading to some slight extra weight around her curves and a slightly soft tummy. Again, it never seemed to bother her; Taylor thought she wore the weight quite well, anyway.

Taylor was also quite short, at around five-foot-three. She and Katelyn had bonded over this, regaling their struggles to reach shelves and gas pedals with each other. This had allowed Taylor to start coming out of her shell a bit, something she felt desperate to do. In addition to being very studious, she was very exacting with her diet and jogging routine, leading to her fairly fit physique. Her appearance was a bit prim and proper, to the point where she worried if it was cold or offputting.

So when Katelyn mentioned her pot stash to her, she saw it as a bit of a way to break her own mold. After nervously and awkwardly asking if she could maybe possibly be able to try a tiny bit of it, Katelyn giggled and answered with a reassuring "Of course!". After figuring out they both had Monday mornings off, Katelyn told Taylor to wear something comfy and relaxed. Taylor couldn't help but apply a small amount of makeup, though.

And so, after swiping away some errant pants and shirts from the center of the floor with her feet, Katelyn waved for Taylor to come to the center of the room with her. They both sat down, facing each other while sitting next to the feet of the bunk beds. Katelyn then opened the bottom drawer of the dresser behind her, rooted around, and produced a sandwich bag of plant matter and a small blue glass object.

"This stuff is called Bubble-Yum," Katelyn explained while pushing the drawer closed. She then turned back to Taylor and held it aloft to show her the contents. "I initially bought it because it's so pretty, but it ended up being my favorite!" This made sense to Taylor. Not only was the name very Katelyn-esque, but in the midst of the forest green in the bag, she could make out strings and flecks of seashell pink embedded in the buds.

Katelyn looked around for something, and found the lighter she was looking for under the bunk bed near her. She then opened up the bag and started packing the bowl sitting in her lap. Taylor noted the skunky, earthy smell that she had noticed around campus before. The contents of the bag, though, also smelled of some sweet, syrupy resin, and something that reminded Taylor of the smell of hospitals, for some reason. Katelyn eventually sealed the bag, putting it aside, and raised her hands to Taylor, one holding the bowl, and the other with the lighter above it.

"So here's what you do, Tay: you need to hold the lighter sideways so you don't burn yourself. There's a hole here on the side that you need to plug with your thumb, too. Now, light the lighter and inhale..."

Katelyn brought the piece to her lips, and brought the flame down onto the pot. Taylor heard the sound of air being inhaled through the leaves, and then saw Katelyn extinguish the lighter. After a couple of seconds, she let her thumb up, and stopped sucking through the bowl. Holding her breath, Katelyn then offered the bowl and lighter to Taylor, who sheepishly took them.

Taylor was still a bit confused by the process. After a few seconds of trying to arrange her arms in the right position with the bowl up to her mouth, Katelyn exhaled.

"Yeah, it's a bit tricky the first time. Here, lemme help you." Katelyn leaned forward and replaced Taylor's hands with hers over the equipment. She then flicked the lighter on.

"Inhale," She instructed. Taylor started sucking air through the glass, prompting the flame to meet the leaves. A confusing taste of bubblegum, smoke, and what seemed to be like latex met Taylor's tongue. She started coughing and wheezing a bit.

"Try to hold your breath for a while," Katelyn said. Taylor attempted to do so, but still had the occasional small spasm.

"Sorry," Taylor wheezed.

"It's okay. Besides, they say you've gotta cough to get off!" Katelyn said this a bit sultrily, wiggling her hips a bit. "Most people don't feel it their first time, though." She then raised the bowl to her mouth for a second hit.

Taylor was a bit confused by this. "Really? Why's that?" A few seconds of silence passed as Katelyn held her breath and then blew out.

"I dunno, really." She leaned forward to offer another hit to Taylor, who moved forward in order to kiss the glass. She started inhaling again, synchronizing with Katelyn's flame. "But that's usually the heady effect. This strain is more of a body high." Taylor raised an eyebrow as she finished her hit.

"That just means it relaxes your body more," Katelyn explained. Taylor exhaled, having had a much easier time keeping that breath in. "Oooh, lookit you!" Katelyn cheered. "You're a pro already."

"Uh, thanks," Taylor giggled nervously. "Where'd you get this stuff, anyway?"

"Oh, you know Evie, that Swedish girl with the dreadlocks?"

Taylor shook her head. She felt she needed to get out more.

"Well, she said she's been breeding stuff for a bit now, and this is... something she..."

It appeared that Katelyn had zoned out. After a couple seconds of confusion, she became alert again and looked at Taylor.

"Uh, you were saying...?" Taylor inqured.

"Oh, sorry Taytay! It's just started to kick in for me is all." That much was apparent, as Katelyn seemed more smiley than usual, her speech and movements slightly slowed. Also, she said "Taytay".

"So yeah," she continued, "Evie's this really sweet girl in my accounting class, and she has her own apartment off-campus. Apparently that's where she-"

It was Taylor's turn to be distracted, though not from a loss of senses. Actually, it was the opposite: her labia had started tingling like mad. Wow, this stuff could make you horny? Taylor felt her vulva heating up, and could practically feel her body pumping blood into her swollen lips. She shifted positions a bit, which didn't go unnoticed by Katelyn.

"Oh, you're feeling it, too?" Katelyn said cheekily. "Don't worry, that's normal."

"I don't think I'm worried," Taylor replied. "I mean, it feels really good. How could that be bad?"

"Oh yeah?" Katelyn pressed. She moved to a kneeling position, putting her hands on her knees. Despite her wearing a shawl, the intent was clear to Taylor, who saw how this position emphasized Katelyn's breasts. Taylor wasn't necessarily into girls, but the intensity of the tingling had increased, spreading to her thighs and pert butt. It now felt more like the carbonation in a soda, the sharp bubbling occurring all around her pelvis driving her mad. Besides, she figured, Katelyn was pretty cute.

Taylor leaned back a bit, placing her hands out behind her. "Yeah, and it's got me thinking about how... grateful I am." She slid her legs apart and displayed a bit of a pout. Katelyn giggled in kind, crawling forward a bit so that she was on all fours over Taylor's body.

"That's okay," Katelyn said. "I think it's more fun to share, anyways." With that, Taylor felt Katelyn's hand on the back of her head, pulling her towards her friend. She reflexively closed her eyes as their lips met, parting them to lock around Katelyn's. Taylor then brought one of her hands around Katelyn's head, and leaned back to pull her on top of her. Katelyn squealed in delight.

Time seemed fluid, being pushed and pulled as Taylor was affected by the pot and her own hormones. The smacking of lips and intermittent giggles eventually lead to hands caressing each others' forms. It was when Taylor rubbed her palm against Katelyn's rear that she started noticing something... off. She knew Katelyn was curvy, but not that curvy, right? In addition, it seemed like Katelyn's stomach was pressing into her more.

For that matter, the fizzing in Taylor's body seemed to have been spreading up Taylor's core for the past couple of minutes. At that moment, the sensation spread up to the bottom of her breasts, immediately sending the fizzing up to her nipples. Taylor opened her eyes as they became erect, much more concerned about what was going on at the present. Though she tried to keep up appearances with the makeout session, it seemed that Katelyn had noticed her slowing down.

"What's wrong, Taytay?"

"Well, I uhh..." She didn't even begin to know how to approach this.

"Oh, are you not comfortable with this?"

"...I guess not."

"Sorry, I guess I tend to move fast." Katelyn pushed herself back to her original sitting position. She looked like she was thinking for a moment and then looked at Taylor suggestively. "Maybe I could touch myself and see if that gets you in the mood again?"

Taylor was a bit dumbfounded, but feigned entheusiasm after a couple of seconds. "Uh, sure!" Katelyn closed her eyes and moaned a bit, starting to feel up her tits with one hand and rub her stomach with the other. It was from this angle that Taylor's suspicions were confirmed: Katelyn had been swelling up. It was at this point she had started noticing the groaning and gurgling sounds coming from Katelyn as well. It seemed as if her plump bottom had grown even moreso, forcing whatever it was in her body to pool inside her tummy. That too, seemed to be built upon, as Katelyn's mammaries started to ripen as well.

And then Taylor heard the groans again, only much closer.

It would've sounded to her like stomach rumbles, except it seemed to be coming from her thighs. It was difficult to make out what was going on, as her thighs felt quite numb, but they seemed to be rubbing against each other more easily. While the tingling seemed to be the most intense down there, it had continued its expansion upward towards the top of her breasts and her armpits. A pleasurable numbness seemed to envelop the area and, if Taylor payed close attention, it seemed like these parts of her were a bit softer and... puffier?

It was then that she started to notice the swelling occurring in her own body. Her stretching thighs created electric tingles on their surface, and her buttocks felt like they were becoming more and more pressurized, slowly lifting her off of the floor. The increased pressure on her vulva didn't do her arousal any favors, either. Further up her body, it felt like her skin had started to move out from her frame, making her core rigid before the inevitable expansion. Her tummy, especially, had started to expand. Swelling like bread in an oven, it had become quite bubble-like, appearing as the beginnings of a pregnancy. And her breasts, her poor pert breasts, had been pushing out in the direction her erect and enlarged nipples pointed towards, becoming more plump and closer to touching each other each passing second.

She looked up to observe Katelyn, who had ended up on her back, trying to rub her clitoris through her yoga pants. The shininess of the stretchy fabric emphasized her ballooning nature, her thighs having become more rotund and tubular. Taylor could see that Katelyn had to maneuver her arm around her pregnant-looking stomach to pleasure herself. The rest of her torso was pushing out as well, her sides seeming to spread outward along the floor. Beyond that, the two mounds of her breasts were visible, which Taylor could visibly observe the swelling of. Every passing second they pumped up higher, ever inching their way closer to the ceiling.

It was at this point that Taylor realized this was a vision of her future in about two minutes. She started to panic, quickly looking at her own body, then the ballooning form of Katelyn, then the door, then back to her enlarging body. She desperately wanted to run out of the room, but realized that would potentially expose her half-inflated form to others in the dorm, something she wasn't eager to do. As she felt her sweatshirt tighten around her chest, she realized that she was just as constricted in her circumstance.

The sensations had intensified again, feeling like small pockets of whatever was filling her were forming under her skin. These bubbles would snake upward under her flesh, stop, and then rise again to pool up in her ass, stomach, or boobs. It was about this time that Taylor noticed how her larger form didn't seem to be weighing her down at all. On the contrary, it seemed as if her mammaries were trying to push upwards out of her sweatshirt. Her belly, having puffed up to the size of a full pregnancy, also felt like it desired to rise, pushing her ripened breasts up further. Her ass and thighs had continued their growth as well, claiming a few inches of floor more than usual in all directions. It increasingly felt like she was sitting on an exercise ball of some sort, though she morosely realized that it was all her.

Looking back at Katelyn, Taylor worriedly realized that her friend's ballooning seemed to have accelerated. Her form was ridiculous now, her tummy having reach beach ball sizes. She wasn't pleasuring herself anymore, as it seemed physically impossible for her to reach her own pussy at this point. Her limbs had started swelling as well, leaving her constricted to a starfish pose on the ground. Despite not being able to pleasure herself, the groans and burbles from Katelyn's body were accompanied by her "Mmmmh"s and "Oooooh"s and occasional croaked-out "Yeah"s. Her form seemed to be looking more spherical by the second, her stomach having started to merge with the curves of her breasts and butt.

Taylor's shoulders had joined the expansion, which, paired with her tummy's increased girth, made it difficult for her to prop herself up any more. The newfound turgidness in her arms caused her hands to slip out from behind her. Her upper body fell backwards, though at a noticeably slower rate than usual. Her view was now confined to the ceiling and the ever-eclipsing swell of her boobs. As she felt her flesh swelling outward and the pressure inside her squeeze her further, she started to notice a more familiar sensation in her body. The slow tighening of muscles in her pelvis reminded her of the intensity of her arousal, which appeared to have started to ascend towards a climax. Though Taylor knew that these things could be involuntary, she was still offput by the implications.

She could feel her range of motion tightening every second, the bubbles causing her knees and elbows to become turgid. Her swelling pelvis further squeezed down on her pussy, causing involuntary gasps when she tried to shift her legs. Though the mounds of her breasts and belly were still distinct, they had gotten so large that they seemed to start to ooze into one another. It felt like her frame was being pushed off the floor as well, the bubbles having made their way further up her backside.

Over the creaking and fizzing noises that overwhelmed her hearing, Taylor could still make out the increasingly labored breathing of her friend, who seemed to be just as hot and bothered as her. She then heard Katelyn squeak, and was startled to see motion in her field of vision. Taylor saw a black, shiny orb with two bare feet poking out rising upwards. As soon as it hit the ceiling, Taylor heard it eminate a moan of relief. It rebounded, then rose up again, causing a second vocalization, then rebounded again. After a couple more bounces and "Mmmmph!"s, Katelyn settled on the ceiling, basking in the haze of her orgasm.

Taylor was alarmed by this, causing her already hard breathing to pump her lungs even harder. She was concerned about what just happened, but also concerned about her understanding of its inevitable nature. She started looking around frantically and wriggling her hands and feet, in a desperate attempt to prove she still had agency. Her body had made great gains, though, having subsumed her limbs just past her elbows and knees. The pressure was building in both her body and libido, both rubbing up against her extremely taxed clothing. It was then that she started to feel her inertia slip, the lessening of a weight pressing on her backside. The bubbles were commanding her body now: it was her turn to float away.

She felt like she would be panicking more if her mind wasn't so fogged by arousal, the sensations from her pussy sending electric signals to her brain. The coiling tension in her pelvis grew as she ascended, making her feel like she could be set over the edge by a feather's weight. As she saw the ceiling approach her, she closed her eyes, tensing her body in preparation for impact.

The part of her stomach that hit sent lightning strikes down her flesh, to her nipples, up her spine, and of course, to her labia. She came right as her rebound had started, feeling the most intense and confused orgasm she had ever experienced. For a moment, as she reached the bottom of her bounce's arc, her arousal-fried brain perceived her as being in a luscious freefall, a split-second that seemed to have stretched out into a beautiful few moments. Eventually, she felt herself rise again as time accelerated back to its normal rate. The second bounce caused her body to twitch involuntarily, her letting out a short groan in response. She rebounded and hit the ceiling a lesser third time, and after that the intervals between bounces decreased rapidly as she settled onto the ceiling, her body having accepted its balloon-like qualities.

As she slowly opened her eyes, Taylor was surprised to find she had accepted her buoyant nature as well. She was much calmer now, and as she took stock of her surroundings she found that, indeed, the world had not ended. Though the delicious fizzing was still present in her body, she felt that the increase of pressure in her body had ceased. She looked around the room, amusedly noting how few people got to see it from this perspective.

A pleased sigh shook her sleepy haze a bit. Taylor noticed that she couldn't see Katelyn past the swollen curve of her body.

"Mmmmm, yum," She heard Katelyn giggle. "I love being a bubble."

"Yeah," Taylor replied. She still felt a little conflicted on it, and felt a little embarrassed to admit she liked it. "How long does this last, anyway?"

"Mmmm, about an hour," Katelyn replied. "Wanna get lunch afterwards?"

Of course she'd ask that. "Sure. I guess it depends on how... full I feel."

Katelyn giggled. "Good one."

Seeing as she wasn't going anywhere for a while, Taylor closed her eyes and tried to relax, embracing her lazy, bubbly state. Her mind wandered, thinking of her schedule, her roommate, how grateful she was to be assigned to a double room. Her brow furrowed as she recalled her roommate's schedule.

"Hey Kay, are you free Thursday afternoons?"