Dreams about boobs and bellies aren't uncommon for me, but inflation dreams have almost always eluded me for some strange reason. You'd think with my imagination my brain would be doing my inflation fetish a favor more often, but it's pretty rare. However, I had a bizarre blueberry-ish dream last night that some might find interesting.
Note that the transformation I'm going to describe may be a little fucked up for some, so there's your warning.
I'm not sure how or why, but I found myself in a large room with a lot of people. These people were all standing around two women who had been turned into blueberries. They were each maybe eight feet across, reasonably helpless, and were pretty non-plussed about the whole thing. I don't remember them having any distinct body parts besides than their faces and hair. People started rolling them around, bouncing them into walls or each other, bowling people over with them, etc. The women still were pretty ambivalent to being used in this way - not acting scared or happy or anything, not even talking, just letting it all happen.
At some point it's decided that it would be better to roll one bigger blueberry around instead of two "smaller" (less big?) blueberries. Someone brings out these two huge, shiny metallic, half-spherical shells. The women are rolled together, their faces pointing up, and the shells are placed on either side. Then everyone starts trying to push the shells together. The blueberry women start grunting and moaning, complaining of the pressure as they are squeezed together. The distance between the halves of the shell gets smaller and smaller, but it becomes apparent that the volume that the shell is less than the combined volume of its occupants. Blue flesh starts bulging out of the gap, and their bulging bodies partially absorb their faces, only their puffy cheeks and nose standing out from their shape. Soon no one can push them together anymore.
Fortunately, a woman in the room knows magic(?!?) and knows what to do. With a flick of her wrist, she turns both of the blueberry women turn into big, blue gumdrops. Their firm gelatinous skin is slightly translucent; their statue-like faces show the surprise that they experienced the instant they felt their transformation. Someone takes a large kitchen knife and starts cutting off all the parts that are bulging out. Then they push together some more, cut off more bulging parts, etc. etc., the women's frozen faces gradually covered up until the halves of the shell meet to create a new 12ft-ish sphere. The halves are welded together and the new metal sphere is heated up all over (how?), beginning to melt its two large gumdrops inside. Then people resume rolling it all over the place for another hour or two before stopping and letting the sphere cool. The shell is very carefully cut off and they are left with a single, perfectly round, perfectly mixed, perfectly smooth, faceless, featureless blue gumdrop. Everyone cheers and continues rolling it around.
Then I woke up.
I told you it was a little fucked up.