Inflation Games: Simone Biles

In an alternate reality, alongside the regular Olympics, there is the Inflation Olympics.  Where athletes inflate in various ways while preforming their sport.  It is not painful in any way and the effects are reversible after a period of time.  This will be a miniseries focusing on different athletes in various sports, hope you all enjoy this else world series!

The Paris Olympics had been hyped like no other, mostly due to the return of the G.O.A.T of women’s gymnastics, Simone Biles!  After her mental block in the Tokyo games that caused her to almost injury herself, she vowed in these games to redeem herself.  She had done spectacularly up to this point, getting the U.S another gold in the women’s all-around event and the individual!  Now, it was onto the segmented sections of gymnastics, where only certain Olympians qualified for them.  Today’s event was the vault, in which she had a special moved named after herself alone due to the difficulty of it. 

As Simone entered the arena with her coach, Aimee Boorman, the crowd erupted into cheers, excited to see a performance like no other. 

“Hey, don’t be nervous, perform your move like in practice and you’ve got the gold,” whispered Aimee to her as she hugged the much shorter Simone.

Simone smiled as she hugged back Aimee “Thanks coach, I promise to do my best and have fun doing it!”

The two women made their way to a row of chairs just down from the vault, as Simone took off her US zip up jacket and sweatpants, which were dark blue in coloration.  Her leotard was mostly dark blue, with shades of white and red as the colors moved up the sleeves.  As she stretched on the side, she finally heard the announcer say her name.  She briefly glanced back at Aimee, before she climbed up the stairs leading to the runway for the vault.  Looking around at the massive crowd, she smiled and waved as it became deafeningly loud, the anticipation building as she was the first to go.

As the crowd died down, it become as silent as possible as Simone prepared to start running.  I’ve got this I need to think big, she thought to herself as her face became focused on the goal at hand.  With the green light giving the go ahead, she sprinted down the runway at full speed to the springboard.  Big Big Big, she kept thinking as her feet landed on the springboard with the force few other women could match.

As soon as she left the springboard she felt it, twisting through the air, her body began to rapidly swell and inflate.  Her muscular thighs swelled ever larger and her behind joined in as she was halfway through her first twist.  Now 12 feet in the air due to her impressive launch, her stomach and breasts pushed against her leotard as she now was focusing on the landing.  This was going to be difficult as her arms and legs became more conical, which often caused many women to go rolling off the landing pad. 

Simone, unphased by this, used her momentum to do one more front flip, causing her increasingly spherical body to roll in the air one more time.  This would often cause most people to get dizzy and disorientated, but not Simone as she landed with both feet on the mat, falling onto her crotch afterwards.  The crowd’s applause was like a hero’s welcome as Simone smiled and flapped her hands to the crowd.  The former 4’8 woman was now a 5’0 sphere, with only her head, hands and feet left exposed, as the stunning transformation had only occurred in a few second, which felt like a lifetime to G.O.A.T.  Simone always loved the sensation of fully inflating as it not only felt pleasurable, but she also loved just being rolled around by others.  Another bonus was she happened to look stunning in her stretched-out leotard, which hugged her body like a second skin.

Aimee climbed up the stairs to the platform and gave the spherical gymnast a big hug, “I’m so proud of you, let’s roll you down so we can get your score.”

“Thanks coach and sounds good,” as Simone shed a single tear of joy as she was rolled down to the waiting area back on the ground level.  As she rolled by, other female gymnast congratulated her and praised her as they got ready for their performances on the vault.  Simone did not have to wait long as the score flashed on the big screen so that everyone in the arena could see.  It was practically a perfect score, as there were almost no points taken off.  Everyone was filled with joy as the G.O.A.T continued to dominate this Olympics, showing that determination to redeem oneself can go a long way. 

After the others had gone, and the podium ceremony had commenced, Simone and the other vault gymnast were still fully inflated as their coaches were still having to roll them around.  Aimee was attempting to roll her star athlete out for some more privacy, when she was surrounded by reporters asking a million questions at lighting speed.

Simone signed before yelling out, “Hey, I’ll answer your questions, just one at a time please,” as she flapped her hands and feet in frustration. 

They all got quite before a male reporter spoke up, “Simone, that was a wonderful performance, are you already thinking about the next Olympics?”

“Well, if I stay at where I am, its hard to say, I may have a more concrete answer as it gets closer,” she replied with a smile.

A female reporter was next to speak up,” Simone, can you describe the emotions you feel as you swell?”

Simone thought for a moment before responding with, “It’s like an adrenaline rush, it can be nerve racking but also exciting at the same time, I love it!”

Aimee then interceded, “Alright, alright, that’s enough you can ask her all the questions you want later,” as she pushed Simone right through the crowd of reporters, causing her to giggle.

She was thankful for Aimee, as she had another hour before she would be fully deflated back to normal.  With the downtime she would have now, she would be able to spend time with her husband, who she knew always loved when she inflated like this.  Oh, I can’t wait to see Jonathan, we are going to have so much fun, she thought as she smirked to herself as Aimee rolled her to the locker room.