Looming

It's a big city I live in - tall buildings, a lot of people - and you'd think that it would be really easy to overlook someone like me.  Ordinarily, you'd be right, but even though I'm not that tall, don't have a lot of money or an important job, people know who I am and think twice before messing with me.

Maybe I should explain.  Or better yet, maybe I should show you.

I left my home that day dressed in clothes several sizes too large.  Walking down the street was awkward in shoes that my feet kept sliding around in and pants I had to hold up with both hands.  I stood on the street corner, letting everyone pass by.  After a while someone across the way spotted me; we locked eyes, and they immediately turned and hurried back from whence they came.  They knew what usually came next, and I wasn't about to let them down, so I took a deep breath, raised my thumb to my mouth, and blew.

Blowing up is unlike anything else I've ever experienced.  At first there's a brief moment of resistance, then suddenly it's like stretching a limb, only across your entire body.  There's the sound of rushing air and hissing from inside, and all at once the world grows smaller around you.  Slack clothing starts to fit, and your line of sight rises higher, meeting, then surpassing the gaze of others as you go from a head shorter to a head taller than even the tallest stranger.  A few stared at me, others hurried past trying to ignore me, no doubt hoping I would stop where I was for once.  Eager to prove them wrong I took another breath; my shirt bulged out before I blew into my thumb again.

My body strained against my clothes as I grew, cloth tearing and stitches pulling apart.  My pants were the first to go, diamond patches of skin appearing in overstuffed legs before ripping along the seams, followed by a waistband no longer able to contain my waist.  Following that was my shirt, sleeves forced open by my shoulders before my sides pushed them further apart; impatient, I simply ripped the collar free and threw it away.  My shoes, while durable, simply went to pieces as my feet kept pace with the rest of me.  Within seconds I looked a little thicker than the average man, and definitely taller, with everyone around me only coming up to my hips, if that.  I was also completely nude, but if anyone was worried about modesty, it wasn't me.

I strode down the sidewalk, the crowds giving me a clear berth.  I paused every few steps to look into second-floor windows, tapping the glass to deliberately startle and rile up the people inside.  It was a good start to the day, or it was until I stopped in front of a cafe, umbrellas and tables taking up some of the sidewalk.  They clearly expected people to go around it, but such a detour was unacceptable to me.  I pulled in air, my stomach swelling dramatically before blowing into my thumb again.

Greater amounts of air meant greater sizes; higher and wider, and faster.  The people shrank around me as my entire body took on the beginnings of a curved plumpness, too defiant of gravity to be fat.  As my breath tapered off the people were left milling around below my knees, fleeing as I moved.  The cafe no longer proved to be an obstacle as I stepped over it, one foot on the road, the sidewalk now too narrow for me to walk down.  No cars dare pass me, traffic coming to a stop in one lane.  But as I walked I realized just how unfair it was.  Why not block both lanes?

I breathed in deeply, and in, and in, the people below me growing concerned with my change in size.  My gut loomed over them, full and round on my frame and almost as large as a weather balloon before I blew the air back into me.  All at once I could feel every inch of my body pulling and stretching, growing thick and puffy as I expanded skyward.  The buildings and street became a narrow aisle, and I shifted my inflated feet, crushing a parked car underfoot as I stood over the city like a giant parade float.  I grinned with pride; to the people who viewed me from below it was quite obvious I was enjoying it.

The trip to the city park from my home was normally a long drive, but at my size it was merely a short stroll.  As I walked I paused to puff myself up every so often, growing taller and rounder.  By the time I set foot in the park I was so tall that the trees only came up to my ankles.  My thighs rubbed against each other and my pear-shaped body slowly wobbled with each step, my gut and ass sticking out.  My feet were blocked by my belly so I couldn't see what or where I was stepping on, but it didn't matter, since most people were smart enough to get away.  Spread into the distance was a grid of roads too narrow for me to walk down, and around me were office buildings that almost, but not quite, reached my head.  I was the largest thing in the city, but... I wasn't larger than the city.

Resting my hands on either side of my belly, I opened my mouth wide, the wind whistling as I breathed in.  My stomach forced my arms apart as it swelled in all directions, growing out and to the sides, the bottom touching the ground before rising up.  I arched my back, thrusting it out as I watched the curve of my own horizon rise up, obscuring the city, then the world beyond, then the sky.  My own skin stretched over entire city blocks, my stomach resting above countless buildings with a waistline that could only be measured in thousands of feet.  After what must have been an eternity to the citizens but all too fast for me, I stopped, raised my thumb to my mouth, and blew.

There was a moment of resistance before my entire body began to creak then, all at once, I lifted into the air as I grew at a fantastic rate.  I felt my feet leave the ground a second before the rest of me lifted off.  I spread my free arm and legs, limbs growing ever thicker as I floated up and grew taller, comparisons with people becoming more and more meaningless.  The contents of my belly were magnified as air was forced back into me, a feedback loop fueling my explosive growth to a scale that people would find either awe-inspiring or terrifying to behold.  After a long moment my breath ran out, though you would never guess it from the shape of me: I was little more than a sphere with limbs, a head, and a dick, every part of me swollen, round, and stretched out to a massive degree.  Through the thin haze of low-hanging clouds I could see the city, covered in shadow as a body - my body - blotted out the sun.

Part of me wanted to continue.  Part of me wanted to fill my manhood until it stretched out beyond the curve of my belly, thicker than my legs and larger than the rest of me.  Part of me wanted to turn in the air, aim it towards the city, pump it up until I couldn't hold it any further and come in a torrent of hurricane-force wind, coating the city as my entire body was wracked by a mind-blanking orgasm that went on for minutes straight as I gradually shrank back to normal.  But no, not today.

I usually did that on Wednesdays.