The two spies dropped down from the ceiling below. Agent Phobos and his partner Agent Syn, the two most skilled in the agency. In front of them stood the mad Doctor Claudius, a roguish man in a fancy tux, standing menacingly, watching his machine.

"Ah, Phobos, Syn, you've arrived," he said, not turning around, "Of course, who else would the agency send to stop me other than my two greatest rivals?" The man finally turned, arms behind his back.

"It's over!" shouted Agent Phobos, "let the hostages go!" He readied an experimental new weapon, something meant to incapacitate villains rather than outright kill them.

"You seem to be mistaken," laughed the doctor, "Syn, you know what to do."

Suddenly, the busty agent Syn turned her gun towards her partner.

"I feel bad doing this," she said, "but I no longer work for the agency. Sorry. Boss's orders." She fired her weapon, hitting Agent Phobos almost point blank.

A hissing sound was heard as the agent knew what trouble he was in. He could already feel his stomach starting to bloat. He could hardly believe it when he began to feel his fine tux stretch with his stomach. The air inside him pushed his stomach out, further and further, increasing in pressure. Meanwhile, his tight button down strained as it attempted to hold everything in.

This fight between an unstoppable force and a definitely movable object ended how one should expect. The buttons gave way, bursting open the shirt, revealing the black latex sneaking suit Phobos usually wore on mission. This didn't prevent his growth, however. His stomach continued to balloon out, increasing further and further in size. With little restraint, the air pushed inside him pushed more rapidly, further increasing the pressure.

"Well well, this is amusing." The doctor stated, starting to leave the room. "Come now Syn, we have a job to do." Syn winked at Phobos as she walked off.

In the meantime, the large agent began to feel growth elsewhere. Phase 2 began, as he felt his backside begin to round out. His chest pushed up, his lower groin pushed down. The air inside him had no escape as it moved faster and faster, increasing the pressure. To stabilize, of course, the Agent's body rounded out similarly to a balloon. He felt his belt putting more and more strain on his waist as his legs and belly inflated.

In a distant room, he heard the inflation ray fire. He breathed a sigh of relief, so his suspicions were correct. Syn wasn't a traitor after all. She saved the mission! Or so he thought, until he heard her screams coming from the room, and not Claudius's.

Agent Phobos gasped, causing enough of a displacement of air to completely burst his belt. It snapped off, followed by the tearing of his pants. His tux was in tatters on the ground, but the latex suit hugged his body fairly well. He looked like the world's heaviest man, but it was quite the opposite. He felt lighter than normal, as he bloated further and further. Quickly, his feet left the ground. It wasn't long, however, before he hit the ceiling. It seemed he was so large that his body almost touched the floor, even as he helplessly floated, a human balloon. Based on the screams from the other room, Syn suffered the same fate. They'd failed.

Suddenly, Phobos heard banging from all around him. The wall next to him burst open as a couple of S.W.A.T. agents rushed in. A scuffle was heard as Phobos felt he stopped his growth. Dr. Claudius walked by in handcuffs, escorted by many of the S.W.A.T. members. One walked up to Phobos.

"Good work soldier!" He exclaimed, saluting, and then tying the agent to a string. "I see everything went according to plan!"

Wait, that was the plan?! Phobos hadn't been given that part of the briefing!

As he ruminated over this, his large balloon of a body was shoved into the back of a large semi-truck, which was difficult due to his floatiness. When he had been squeezed in, Syn followed, also stuck as a balloon. They put Dr. Claudius in the back too, before shooting him with the inflation gun and closing the door.

Phobos reflected on the whole situation, the growth, the tightness, the floating, and more, even his extreme tightness inside the moving vehicle. He decided not to think too hard about it, knowing only that he would definitely be testing his weapon on himself when he was back to normal.

(This was my first time writing a story in general, so I apologize if it is bad. Hope you liked it!)

I'll happily give it a go ;)

Your first day at the new job had gone fairly well so far, you'd met most of the staff and were settling into your office, but not before grabbing a coffee and a large blueberry muffin from the fridge, as you bit into the muffin, crumbs coming down and reaching your feet. Suddenly you hear the door open and more and more people muttering, wondering what the commotion was about you looked up to be greater by your boss, a tall, skinny lady with a stern face "are you the new intern" she said, utterly unimpressed "y...yea" you gulp, the last of the muffin sliding down your neck. Her eyes looked you over, like a dagger piercing through you, before you can say anymore  she lifts your shirt, showcasing your belly to everyone there "you had a lovely flat stomach in your interview, look at you now! You've ballooned!" You know it's true, going bright red as the tyrant continues "too much food that doesn't belong to you!" She tuts pressing your tummy in with her finger "unfortunately chubbsters like you never learn, we've just finished clearing up the last girl to steal my food!" 

you were confused at first as she let go of your shirt, but as you went to sort it out, you noticed your fingers had become a deep shade of blue and it was spreading quickly, you manage to catch your reflection in the computer screen, your face is the same shade of blue and it's creeping down your neck. You look back to your boss who simply stares, almost emotionless about your predicament "it wasn't any kind of blueberry muffin, it was a special one, baked by my sister and designed only for me!" You try to blabber an apology as all your visible skin turns blue and you hear the crowd muttering again

"is he getting bigger!"

"His belly!"

"look at him grow!"

you looked down, while you were chubby you'd still been able to see your feet but to your surprise they had been hidden by a large growing blue orb where your belly was. A few fingers start to poke it and you realise it is your belly! It felt like an other inflated water balloon. You waddled backwards into your cubicle as it continued to grow, rounding out and taking your groin and ass with it "what's happening!" You pout helplessly swatting away some poking fingers while you still could "well my dear" your boss smirked "it's simple, your becoming a blueberry!" You groan loudly at this as your clothes tighten like a second skin against your body, you try to respond but your mind is spinning as you round out, your feet leaving the ground. Your boss laughs before calling a few people over "Get this young man out of here, I don't want the blast to ruin the computers!" Before you can even think of stopping them your rolled onto your back, your head sinking into your blueberry body.

various men and women begin rolling you towards the large doors, your jacket buttons finally give up and burst open, showcasing your tight shirt as you attempt to squeeze in, to your horror more people are waiting on the other side, stopping you in your tracks. You feel the pressure rise as your boss and colleagues push as hard as they can against the large group of people stopping you from moving, with one last creak and a moan you burst with a loud BLOOSH showering both groups with gooey blueberry juice, an extremely stretched out shirt and a couple of smart black shoes.

No one was all that worried as they returned to their seats, and the boss got ready to leave, but as she was about to climb over your remains, she heard a sound, she turned to see another intern, her plump belly pushed against her shirt "sorry, I missed lunch. What's going on?"

On it. _{Nice pfp by the way.}

You walked through the convention hall, slightly bored. Everything was the same as last year. Fortunately, your mood changed the moment you saw a girl dressed as the villain of your favorite show out of the corner of your eye.

"Woah, nice cosplay! You got props and everything!" You exclaimed. The woman smiled.

"Aww, thanks! I was beginning to think I was the only Inflatra fan here!" She exclaimed right back.

"Ooh, ooh, I want a photo, could you hit me with her ray gun?" You asked, excitedly.

"I can do pictures, but...I'm not certain I should use the ray gun..."

"Aw, why not?"

"Because, I...have reasons."

"Oh come on."

"No!" She yelled, getting angry.

"Fine, you know what? Forget the picture. It would probably turn out bad anyway." You began to walk away, but then you felt something hit your back.

"Fine, you want to be shot so bad? There you go! Now you'll see why I didn't want to!" The dark haired woman yelled, very angry.

You felt it begin in your stomach. Bloating. Odd, since you hadn't eaten much today. Then the feeling grew. And grew. Your belly felt tighter and tighter as you turned around.

"What did you do to me?!" Your voice was noticeably higher.

"I gave you what you asked for," the woman answered.

Nearby people began to take notice of the commotion. Imagine their surprise when they watched a man's belly begin to swell underneath his t-shirt.

The growth was tight. Your growing belly swelled and swelled. It seemed to raise up too, causing your feet to leave the ground slightly, belly up. The bystanders thought it was a good show. Quite a good show, until they saw that there was no fake balloon under his shirt. That was his stomach.

Panic erupted from the crowd as the woman watched your growth. You were stuck, facing the ceiling, with a belly that reached out higher than most of the nearby booths. Just as you felt as though your belly couldn't handle any more, the rest of your body began to fill out. You felt your backside hit the ground, before raising you up slightly. Your limbs began to feel shorter and shorter. Your waist became wider and wider. Soon, your balloon of a body began to raise, a helpless little balloon stuck on the convention ceiling.

People watched in awe as you grew, and floated to the ceiling. Someone called the emergency line. The fire crew had to bring the truck in to reach you because the paramedics didn't have a long enough ladder.

After you were successfully tied down to a string, you were handed to the woman in the cosplay.

"Ma'am, is this your oversized flesh-colored balloon?" The firefighter asked. He had no idea this was a person. She simply answered yes.

"Well, now it has a string, so hold on tight," he explained. The woman simply nodded and left, no arguments were made.

And thus, you spent the rest of your days living with the same girl who subjected you to this fate. Fortunately, the two of you got along. The rest of your lives together was quite nice. Eventually, you naturally deflated, but that took almost two decades to fully reverse, leaving plenty of time to enjoy life as a simple balloon.

(I hope you enjoy it! It's probably bad, but no biggie, right?)

You were minding your own business, restocking some shelves. Heh, balloons. You wondered if...no...you'd get fired for that. Besides, the store was getting busy. You'd have to put those thoughts out of your mind.

Suddenly, Emily appeared from around the corner. The petite girl had a large grin on her face. She held something in her hands, though it was hard to tell what it was.

"Hey there ballooney boy! Today's your lucky day!" The smile stayed on her face. It was almost contagious. Almost.

"Haha Emily. Come on, we have jobs to do." You tried to move, but she blocked your path.

"Ah ah ah, I said it was your lucky day. Don't you want it?" She wagged her finger at you. You stared at her, confused.

"Want what?"

"This!" She yelled before taking a deep breath in. Very quickly and very suddenly, she appeared to grow. Her stomach swelled and swelled. Her belly burst out of her uniform. Thankfully, the buttons were the metal kind sewn into the shirt, so no real damage occurred. You watched, entranced. She was living out your greatest fantasy right in front of you. Soon, she stopped growing, gave a slight huff, and turned to you. She moved toward you.

"Pucker up!" She exclaimed, locking her lips with yours. You were certain you would be fired for being 'intimate' at work. That was until you felt air rushing inside you. Her belly, pressed against you, began to shrink. Meanwhile, yours billowed out, quickly becoming the size that hers was earlier, button pops and all. It felt so tight, and so good. When she let go, she breathed in again, returning her belly to the same swollen size before repeating the process.

On and on this went, she swelled, then blew the air into you. She swelled again, and pushed it straight into you. Many bystanders took notice to what was going on. Some were disgusted, others intrigued, one or two enjoyed it. All were some level of confused.

To you, this felt like paradise. You got to watch your crush's belly swell, while in the meantime being so full and tight that you might blow at any moment. However, the air kept coming, and you kept growing, pushing beyond any limit you thought you had. Eventually, clearly, you rounded out. You couldn't see directly in front of you, you were too large.

Next, Emily strapped her arm to yours, before buttoning her shirt and proceeding to leave with you through the warehouse. You barely fit through the warehouse door. She walked to her home with you, stuffing you into the garage for the night. When she came by the next morning, she revealed everything. She could inflate and deflate herself at will through a weird meditation training. After a long enough time as a balloon, and with a little help, she taught you the ability yourself, so the two of you could be happy balloons together whenever you wanted.

(Sorry the ending dragged, still not fantastic, but I think I'm improving.)

I'm also new to writing stories especially ones in a thread like this, so I hope this is up to snuff.

After a lengthy setup you had finally finished setting up the summoning circle. Finding some of the more archaic ingredients had proved to be difficult, it's not like your local grocery store carried rams blood or a rod of the finest silver, but surely they didn't have to be exact right? Either way it was to late to turn back now. The full moon had reached its apex and was shining a beam through your window into the center of the circle and you knew you wouldn't have long before your chance would disappear. You take a deep breath and hold up the tome reciting the incantation hoping that your pronunciation of Latin wasn't too butchered. The air swirls around you threatening to put out the candles you had lit around the circle growing more and more fierce until they suddenly stop and you see a figure materialize out of nothing with a POOF and a cloud of smoke.

Before you stood easily the most beautiful women you had ever seen wearing what had to have been the tightest purple latex catsuit in existence. Adorning her head was a pair of horns that poked out through her long blonde hair spiraling out into sharp points and down below was a thin tail with a spade-like end that flicked back and forth behind her fittingly purple colored high heel boots that caused her to easily tower over you.

"Greetings Master I am Milren, daughter of Lilith and here to fulfill your deepest dreams and desires." She said with a smirk as she ran her hands down her body making sure you got an eyeful of every curve before ending with a spank on her ass. "What is your bidding?" You felt your heart nearly skip a beat as you stared dumbfounded at the hell-spawn. This was far beyond what you had expected and your mind raced filled with plenty of impure thoughts. After a brief amount of silence and much deliberation you decided exactly what you wanted. "I command you to have sex with me!" You exclaimed giddily barely able to contain yourself like a child on Christmas morning.

"Sex with you... that's a tad disappointing. Most people who summon me tend to have a bit loftier ideas, but if that's what you truly desire..." She unzipped her catsuit down to just below her chest revealing her cavernous cleavage. "Then I will gladly oblige. Lets get you out of those restricting pants hmm?"

With a snap of her fingers your pants and boxers vanished leaving you half naked and fully exposed. "Impressive for a mortal, but no offense I'm used to much bigger. How about I give you a little something to make you larger, what do you say Master?"  Not only were you going to make love to her, but she was going to give you enhancement down there as well how could you say no? You vigorously shook your head in agreement and with a wink she snapped her fingers once more causing your crotch to expand out.

Expect that isn't what happened at all; your manhood stood at attention, but did not appear any larger or seem to be growing larger. Instead you felt a strange fullness begin to fill your middle like you had eaten a large meal, though it lacked the weight that usually accompanied. Your normally flat stomach began to push against your shirt forming into a potbelly that showed no signs of getting smaller.

"This isn't what I agreed to! Milren I command you to stop this at once!" You shouted in a panic futilely trying to push your stomach back down.

"I'm afraid I can't do that Master" She hissed as she stepped over the ring of salt that surrounded her, breaking the rules that had been plainly written in the tome.

"But I control you! The ritual should have bound you to circle where you would be weakened and forced to obey me." Your middle could have easily matched an exercise ball at this point and you could hear a faint hissing over your shirts stitching struggling to hold together.

"I can assure you that is not the case. In fact it's quite the opposite." Milren sauntered over to your swollen form, her large bosom swaying back and forth with every clack of her heels against the floor. "Perhaps you shouldn't trust a demon summoning book you found in the religious section of a used book shop." She chuckled and placed a hand on your vast stomach and began to softly rub. "Or think that mere table salt could hold a demoness balloon boy." Despite being taller than her now the way her finger nails scrapped against your gas filled belly along with her piecing green eyes and ever present smirk made you feel tiny, delicate, and most of all powerless. Of course your inflation was still going strong your lower body having joined in giving you a spherical appearance.

If anybody had been looking in they would have seen quite the sight. A large pale orb with a head, hands, and feet sticking out wearing a shirt stretched so tight it might as well been transparent juxtaposed next to the pinnacle of female beauty and grace carefully caressing it as it grew under her watchful gaze. They might have mistaken the scene to be some kind of modern art piece meant to showcase the unchecked gluttony and hedonism of the male compared to the controlled nurturing and vitality of the female. Or perhaps it was a statement about how men "puff" up their own egos in order to impress girls and hold power over them when in reality the girls are the ones who hold all the cards and all it would take is a simple poke to remind them where they stand.

After what had felt like an eternity your growth came to a halt leaving you to helpless flap your now vestigial hands and rock back and forth. "So what happens now?" You meekly reply both terrified and turned on by whatever Milren had in store for you.

"Now I get to enjoy my new toy~" She stated in a husky voice and with a quick tug she reached up and ripped your shirt clean off finally completing your transformation from man to blimp. "All that gas that's packed inside of you is of my own special concoction; just light enough to make you fun to play with, but no so much that you float off on me though I have had that happen a few times when I got a bit overzealous."

The mention of floating off sends sends you into a frantic panic as you struggle in vain to escape trying to shout for help, but all it really ends ups doing is make you look more ridiculous causing her to let out a hearty laugh at your pitiful display. "Ahahaha don't worry I won't let you be swept away into the night sky I prefer much more personal methods." This does little to dissuade you and you go right back to shouting for help. Somewhat annoyed she snaps her fingers and your cheeks fill up cutting off any speech from you.

"There much better and besides its not like you had much to say anyway." She wraps her arms around your circumference and begins to toss you around having used her magic to raise the celling and square footage of your dingy bedroom to give herself ample space. She would teleport to catch you or even summon clones of her self to play along clearly showcasing that you never stood a chance in the first place.

"I still can't believe that you were willing to summon a succubus and despite the limitless options you had, you wanted basic sex." She giggled as her and a few of her clones played volleyball with your globular body. "Your lucky I find inflating and messing with you mortals amusing or I wouldn't even bother. Speaking of which its time for my favorite part."

Her clones disappeared and the two of you were left alone. The way she was grinning did not bode well as she tapped her fingers upon your taut flesh. "Now that I've had my fun your usefulness has come to end. The question is how should I finish the job?"

"I could keep filling you with gas until we find your limit, give you one last kiss to send you off, show you what a real BLOWjob is like..." As she listed off the various ways you could meet your doom your terror grew more and more apparent which she gladly egged on.

"You wanted to ride me right? What if I rode you instead? I could hop you all around town till either my ample ass does you in or my heels~" At the mention of heels instead of fear you instead feel lust? Your swollen cheeks burn red, something Milren picks up on immediately. "Oh so you like my heels do you? Then you will get more of your fill of them, consider it a parting gift."

You couldn't see her over your inflated middle when she sat down in front of you, but you definitely felt her heels as they traced electric waves of pleasure when ever a sharp heel or pointy sole made contact with you skin. You craved even more, your muffled moans letting her know exactly where your sweet spots where and armed with that knowledge she switched gears. She bounced you back and forth from one foot to the other, her immense strength and your weightlessness sending you higher and higher with each bounce.

As you approached the ceiling after one particularly strong kick you knew in your gut that this was it. Your body rotated as it reached its apex to give you a perfect view of your tormentor below one leg raised in the air with the tip of her heel aligned with your center of mass. The seconds felt like hours as gravity pulled you down to your doom, but you felt no fear or dread only pure elation.

"Your wish is my command Master" She said in a mocking tone wiggling her stretched leg. "I'll make sure that this BANG will be the best one you've ever had!"

The last thing you see before her heel pierces your skin and pops you like a soap bubble is her blowing you a kiss goodbye followed by a hearty laugh.  

Its late at night and you are still waiting on your bus. Folks tolled you "dont go out at the rich part at town as a woman on your own. Those rich people are nothing but spoiled creeps". You thought it was just some crazy myth, till a bag was pulled over your pretty face.

**** some unknown time later ****

You wake up, still with a bag on your head. You feel your clothing had been changed for some fine silk dress. The dress felt nice in contrast to your heavy stomach.

"Did my guest eat my birthday cackey already" spoke a female voice, like she was still a child. You felt to soft hands on your swollen but plushy belly. The hand pulled of the bag of your head. Now you are face to face with the woman who kidnapped you. Some crazy rich girl in a pink maid outfit. She had so much plastic chirurgy that she looked more as a cartoon as a real woman. Even her long hair was painted in a fake black. Your eyes rolled around to spot the room your in. It was a big ballroom, the floor was litterd with bra's and shoes. 

The rich girl graps you fat stomach "i hope my birthday cake dident hurt you little tummy?". The rich girl shaked your belly, almost making you barf up strawberry cream. You realised you where practically some toy for the crazy rich girl.

She rubbed your stomach again and came so close to your face she could kiss you. "We had the part of you eating cake." She grinned at you with her big puffy lips "but a birthday party would not be complete without... a balloon" She grapped a pump from her back and stick it in your behind. "I love balloons... so big... so round... so playfull" She softly wispers in your ear. She grapped a bra of the ground "but sadly most of my balloons popped today.... you wont pop dont you?"

She started pumping. You soft pudgy belly became more round and hard. Even your breast and hips get into the swelling. "I gonna make you the biggest birthday balloon ever" she sqeeled in glee. Not a care in tge world if it would pop you like the girls before you. 

She pumped and pumped till your body was a big ball with breasts. "No i want to play with my balloon" she shouted. She grapped you, bounced you, rolled you around the ball room like you was nothing more but a giant soccerball.

After playing the rich girl looked a bit bored. " i think its sleepy time". Smiling she climes on top of you. It was a wonder her high heels dident pop you already. She layed down on one of your giant breasts and falls asleep. Even you think "this feels really nice to be honnest". And you fall asleep to.

********

You wake up at your bus station again. You check if you still have your cards. In your search you find a lot of money in your purse. On this money is a small note "thanks for the party. Call me....".