Airtankgirl: The Countess

Saturday mornings were a calm slow time in our household. That was really surprising actually, given that the house was in fact a converted water tower ten stories above the ground and it was also the secret base of the local superheroine, Airtankgirl. Me. I liked to spend my Saturday mornings doing nothing more than sitting in my jammies, reading magazines, and ignoring the doughnuts for a grapefruit. Which was exactly what I was doing at the moment.

The household was also currently plagued by a demon. Faelina wasn't a bad demon really, as demons went, but I was convinced that one of her many super powers was annoying the hell out of me. Which she exactly what she was doing at the moment. The voluptuous, green-haired demoness sat on top of one of the kitchen chairs, perched like a vulture, her wings counter-balancing her, extending or shifting with a rustle of dark, leathery skin. Today apparently was the day Faelina discovered cereal because she was well on her way to polishing off a whole box of Count Chocula, after demolishing my cornflakes and Lynn's Atomic-Frosted Sugar Bombs.

"Most people eat those with milk," I pointed out, and, uh, don't eat the entire box as a single serving. Including the box itself"

"But it has sugar on it," Faelina cleverly counter-argued.

I didn't get the chance to point out to the stupid demon that just because cardboard had sugar on it was no reason to eat it, contrary to the opinions of the entire breakfast cereal industry, because at exactly that moment Lynn padded out into the kitchen, in her normal, semi-conscious morning state.

When I lounge I do it in style, in my green silk jammies and slippers. Faelina could be wearing anything, and this morning she was alluringly dressed in a tight tank top and some rolled up sweatshorts. Lynn, having just gotten up, was still in the big t-shirt and sleek, snug white panties she usually slept in.

This morning, padded aptly described my teammate. Her sleepwear was stretched tight around her large, bloated body, Her t-shirt looked stuffed full of her extra large breasts and the dome of her belly, while the white stretch satin panties were stretched across the expanse of her tummy as it bulged up in the front and the wide spread of her hips and fully-plumped bottom that threatened to bulge out of the seat of her underwear.

Faelina and I both watched, wide eyed as Lynn, holding her fattened belly like an armful of pillows stuffed into her t-shirt, carefully arranged her wide butt onto one of the kitchen chairs, letting her round belly settle between her open legs.

"'Morning," she greeted us.

"'Morning," I gasped back.

"Hey," she asked, as if the thought was new to her, "Do either of you know why I'm so fat today?" she asked, pressing her hands against her soft, plush curves.

"I had nothing to do with it," It was true too, I was actually pretty slim at the moment, I only had a few inches of gas in me to keep up my strength and invulnerability, and of course close proximity to Faelina tended to fill me up with a few more inches.

"Not I," said the demoness.

"Well then, if it wasn't either of you, why am I so fat?"

"What's happened to you?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out," Lynn replied distractedly, still petting her bloated figure, "When I went to bed last night, I was normal, then I wake up this morning and I look like the Pillsbury Doughgirl!"

Faelina and I rushed around opposite sides of the kitchen table to Lynn. We both examined her swollen body, testing the pressure of whatever was filling her up, "How do you feel?" we both asked at the same time.

Lynn laughed, "Stuffed of course, look at me!"

"Are you heavy?" I asked?

"No, I don't think my weight has changed at all actually, just my girth."

Faelina pressed her hands on Lynn's full, fat belly, "Feels like a typical gas inflation," she remarked professionally in her deep voice.

"We should probably get you down to the lab to get a better look at you." I suggested.

"That was going to be my next stop if you guys weren't responsible," Lynn said, "But after breakfast. Is there coffee? Ooo, doughnuts!" She poured a cup of coffee and opened the family-size bag of frosted doughnuts.

I took my seat and frowned at my grapefruit while Lynn was stuffing herself with doughnuts.

She noticed my look, "What?" or at least that's what I think she said since her mouth was full of fried dough. She swallowed, "like I'm going to get fat? Oh wait, I'm already fat!"

I reached over and stole a doughnut, "If I get fat, I'll blame you as a bad influence."

"Hey, you're taking two!"

 

The three of us gathered in the large single room that was Lynn's combination laboratory and workshop. Lynn herself, puttered busily with her computer, a gas spectrograph, the bewildering array of glass beakers and tubing of her chemistry set. She looked for all the world like a research scientist with her blonde hair pulled up, her glasses on, and a labcoat. Of course she was still in her underwear underneath it. Also, of course, the lab coat gaped open in the front because of her big inflated belly and chest. The puffed-up swells of her bottom and hips printed their exaggerated curves on the little it of the labcoat that covered her.

Faelina sat normal human fashion, straddling a stool nearby. She wasn't perching, demon-style because several hours of uninterrupted breakfast was showing it's effects on her lush figure. Her belly had become round and full, bulging against the waistband of her rolled up sweatshorts, her fattened tummy leaving her in no shape to have her knees drawn up against her chest as she perched, her stomach was too fat for it, not that it seemed to bother the demoness any, she sat petting her stuffed midsection while alternatively watching Lynn and her own tummy.

I was sitting on the other stool, not really sure what I could do to contribute, having no head for science myself, but feeling my presence was necessary as I was sort of the leader of our merry little band of swollen superheroines.

Speaking of swollen, I looked down at my chest as I fidgeted with my jammie top, plucking at it to loosen it some as it started to fill, rising up with my curves.

"Faelina...stop it. I'm already big enough."

The demon looked over at me with a start, then smiled horribly when she noticed my chest puffing up, then saw the look on my face and made an obvious effort to control herself. To be fair, it wasn't entirely her fault. Faelina exuded a sexual energy that tended to make any attractive woman near her grow fuller in the bust and hips. Usually only a few inches, but it was always noticeable to the nearby woman, and anyone looking at her. It was why we couldn't take her out too often. Her mere presence tended to puff up the figures of any women around her, including us. Due to the nature of my powers, I was very susceptible to this effect which was why I was now looking at my swollen breasts puff up into a 44 F cup. The demoness grunted, which was the closest I was going to get to contriteness from a demon. Despite that, my breasts didn't deflate any either.

"Huh, that's interesting," Lynn murmured after a while.

We stopped our squabble to look at her as she waddled her bloated body around to face us. She touched a few keys on the computer and the desktop sprang up giant sized on a blank white wall nearby.
On the projected screen I could see a wide black band with little stripes of colour.

Lynn opened her mouth to explain what we were seeing and I cut her off before she even got started, "Is this the sciency bit that explains why you're so fat?"

My roommate stalled in her lecture and stared at me, "Yes."

"Oh, ok."

Lynn looked at the screen, back at me, than the screen again, "This is the spectrograph of the gas currently distending my body," she patted her full round sides, making a sound like a soft bass drum, "and this," another stripey black band appeared on the screen, but with a different pattern, "Is the spectrograph of the gas you fill up with. Notice the differences." Then a third stripey band appeared which was, not matching the gas Lynn was pumped full of, but it was very similar, "And this is Faelina's infernal gas."

Faelina sometimes appeared to be a little ditzy, but in fact there was nothing missing in demonic intelligence, she noticed the similarity immediately and shook her head, her horns waving in denial, "but I had nothing to do with it." She rumbled.

Lynn shook her own head, dismissing the notion that Faelina was responsible, "Oh I know that. I believe you and the evidence backs it up. But whatever I'm stuffed full of," she pressed a palm into her soft bulging belly, "definitely seems to be supernatural in origin, I don't suppose there are any other inflating demons you know of is there?" Lynn and I laughed a little at the joke.

"Actually..." Faelina said, raising one taloned finger. We stopped, seeing the thoughtful look on Faelina's face.

"There are other inflating demons?" Lynn asked her.

"Not...exactly...demons."

"What then?" I asked.

"Umm...undead," she said in a meek bass.

We blinked, "The undead?" I whispered, "You mean like the dead, but sorta, un?"

Faelina nodded, "Yes, just like that."

"Faelina," Lynn asked, her voice shaking a little, "Can you tell me what has happened to me to make me blow up like this?"

The demon grunted, "I can tell you what I know, which might not fit all the facts."

"It's ok, I'm getting used to not fitting into things," Lynn quipped.

"The undead are a lesser, the least really in the infernal food chain. Have you ever heard of the Inflampire?"

"Of course we've heard of Vampires."

"No, the Inflampire. A beautiful Wallachian noblewoman who, a few centuries ago would capture pretty local girls and use a bellows to pump them up and make them fat so she'd remain the slimmest, most attractive woman in her realm."

"You're kidding." I said.

"But, after years of this, the peasantry rose up against her-"

"Yeah, in your face petty bourgeois!" Lynn crowed.

I poked my elbow into her swollen waist, "Quiet, I want to hear this."

Faelina continued, "So eventually, the local farmers and their plumply inflated wives and daughters stormed her castle, rather slowly of course because it's not easy waddling up those Wallachian mountain passes."

"And they burned her castle to the ground?" Lynn guessed.

Faelina frowned at the interruption, "No...castles are made of stone, they don't burn. The townspeople found their advance stalled at the castle walls. One young mother, pretty, but already inflated by the evil Countess vowed she wouldn't stand to see her daughters blown up like balloons like she was, and hatched a daring plan. The local woodcutters built a tall pyre. The young woman was moved into place at the top of the pyre.

"Then the villagers lit the pyre. The flames took the logs quickly, but the great height of the pyre allowed the heat to build and grow without the flames actually reaching the young woman. Soon the heat built up enough that the inflated young woman began to grow lighter as the air inside her heated up. Now, her bloated body being lighter than the cooler mountain air around her, she floated over the castle walls, cooling and floating back down to the ground on the inside of the walls where she could access the gatehouse and open the castle defenses to the villagers.

"The servants weren't inclined to help defend their evil mistress, so it wasn't long before the villagers had dragged the disheveled, but still beautiful noblewoman into her own dungeon.

"She cursed and spat at them, fighting every inch of the way. She vowed that she would arise from the grave and avenge her own death with the immortal powers of darkness at her command.

"She was bound and fixed with the nozzle of her own bellows pump in her mouth. Every villager took a single pump at the bellows, each villager making the evil Countess bloat just a little fatter and fatter she grew until BOOOOM!"

Lynn and I both jumped back, startled, "So, they killed her?" I asked.

Faelina grimaced, "Mmm, mostly. Her pact to avenge her own death in exchange for her soul was found acceptable. So, three days later, the Countess reconstituted her body, arose from her own death as the Inflampire.But, infernal bargains, have a way of making their will known in the most ironic ways.

"As an Inflampire, the Countess has a unique twist on the traditional vampire. Her bargain is also her curse. One week a month, her body swells up with the infernal gas you have discovered. It is her curse that to avoid exploding again, she must prey on others, biting them and blowing the gas filling them, into their victim."

Lynn was as white as her labcoat, "Is this what happened to me? I've been attacked by an Inflampire?"

Faelina was a demon, she lacked the ability for compassion, "Yes," she confirmed calmly.

Lynn staggered against me, I was taken off guard, staggering against her rounded, bulky body as I held her upright. She recovered her composure, smoothing her lab coat over her inflated figure, "Okay, so, what's the good news?"

"That IS the good news," Faelina rumbled, "the Inflampire is practically immortal, she is super-strong, has the ability to change her shape, and is very difficult to kill."

"What about her?" I asked, patting Lynn's swollen side, "Is she going to die or explode or what?"

Faelina shook her head, "it takes three visits. The first night, the Inflampire merely puffs up quite voluptuously, to lure her prey in, then with the first bite, makes her victim as lushly-figured. The second night the Inflampire grows fatter, again passing the infernal gas and shape to her victim. The third night, the Inflampire returns to her voluptuous form and easily overpowers her bloated prey, the last gas pushing the victim over to bursting."

"Okay, that sucks." I said.

"...Where the victim will then rise from their death three days later as an Inflampire, in thrall to the Countess?" Lynn asked.

Faelina blinked, "Yes...how did you know that?"

"Standard undead progenation technique."

"Wait a sec." I said, "I may not be a demon or a mad scientist, but I'm a finance major, and we can count to three," I pointed at my bloated roommate, "Look at her, she isn't voluptuous, she's fat! According to your story, she'd have to be on the second bite!"

"Uh, 'Manda?" Lynn coughed apologetically.

"What?" I looked in her eyes and realized the truth of it, "Oh sweetheart," I gathered her ballooned body in my arms, hugging her, "Why didn't you say something?"

She sniffled, "Voluptuous is right, I was bigger than Faelina. I got up yesterday stacked like you wouldn't believe, big bust, big hips, big butt, everything was all pumped up. That's why I wasn't around yesterday," she giggled, while sniffling, "I was too busy being rounded to be around."

"Why didn't you say something!" I nearly shrieked.

"Because I thought it was one of you playing a prank on me. Because I thought it was...sexy." she finished in a small voice.

I was stunned silent. I hadn't realized how left out Lynn would have felt sharing a home with two super-powered women with greatly exaggerated figures. I stood consoling my friend for a while. Until the demon spoke up.

"We have only one chance to stop the Countess then. Tonight will be the last visit. Lynn will be at her most vulnerable and the Countess will be in good shape for her hunt."

"Well, if she's as big as I was yesterday, she won't exactly be in fighting trim." Lynn said, helpfully.

"Is there anything you can do to deflate her?" I asked Faelina.

"Yeah, I feel like a beach ball." Lynn groaned, patting her distended belly.

Faelina frowned, "Well, I can probably take some of that gas off you, but I'll wind up fatter, and I think I need to stay in shape enough to fight the Countess."

"Manda?"

I blinked, "Huh, sorry I was thinking. What were you saying?"

"I was asking you if you'd help me deflate some."

"How? I can't deflate people, I can only inflate them."

"I know, but Faelina can do both, but if she takes enough gas out of me to make me slim enough to fight, she'll be too fat to fight. If we could split the gas in me three ways instead of two I'd be in shape to help and neither of you two would be too fat." When I didn't answer immediately she began cajoling me, "C'mon Manda, how many times have I let you blow me up with extra gas so you could be trim enough to fit into an outfit or go to work?"

"Huh?" I shook myself, "No. No, that's fine, I'm glad to help."

"Manda, you ok? You seem a little spacey."

I smiled, "I think I just figured out how to beat this Countess chick."

"She has a plan?" Faelina asked in her deep voice.

"She has a plan." Lynn said.

"I have a plan."

 

"Ok, step one, we need to get Bubbles down to fighting weight, which means, I guess we," I nodded at Faelina, "need to get ourselves pumped up to our fighting weight. Faelina, if you'd do the honors."

"So you want me to inflate you?" Faelina asked.

"Yes, you can do it can't you?"

The demon chuckled, "Oh sure I can, I just never thought I'd hear you ask for it."

"Get on with it-oh!" I gasped, putting my hands on my breasts as they began to expand inside my jammies like two balloons. The hissing as Lynn's belly deflated and my chest inflated didn't quite down out the creaking of my silk jammmies as they slithered hollowly around my ballooning chest, "Faelina, these are my favourite jammies, don't make me burst out of them," I warned as I felt the jammie top rise up over my waist, and get tight and gap at the buttons as I continued to swell.

"Then you may want to get out of them while you still can."

"Uhhh Faelina," I felt myself swaying, not only from my expanding proportions but also from the intense erotic charge I was getting as a side effect of the demonic expansion, "How...how big am I going to get? I already feel pretty pumped up," I fumbled around my inflated boobs to undo the buttons pulling tightly across my chest. My bloated breasts bounced free of my top with a series of little pops as the buttons came undone. "Faelina..." I moaned.

"Fine," she rumbled, "You're big enough."

I closed my eyes, holding the burst open top over my extremely big, round and full breasts, but really using holding the top over me as an excuse to press my hands into my huge, pillowy bust.

"Manda," Lynn's voice cut into my reverie, "You're moaning."

I opened my eyes, Lynn and Faelina were both staring at me, their faces rigidly containing smiles and laughter that I knew were directed at me.

"Sorry," I mumbled, blushing.

Lynn walked, she was noticeably slimmer and didn't waddle as much, over to me and gave me a little hug, "It's OK honey, it's not like she doesn't turn me on too. Let's just finish this, OK?"

"Finish?" I gaped, cradling my overinflated breasts, "I'm as big as basketballs!"

"But I'm still so fat, and if Faelina takes all this gas in her, we'll have to roll her into the fight."

"I'm not sure there's anymore room on my torso,"
I should have known better, I felt my pajama bottoms grow snug around my bottom as my inflating rear and hips turned them swiftly from baggy pajama bottoms to silk tights. I pushed the waistband over my widening hips and my plumpening butt, raising my legs awkwardly against my inflated hips to shed the jammie bottoms.

"We have to make you super-hourglassed to hold a third of Lynn's volume and still allow you to be able to move." Faelina commented as I ran my hands over my inflating backside, feeling my panties getting tighter and smaller as I filled out.

"I know," I gasped from the sensations filling my bulging, over-filled body.

Lynn kissed me on the cheek, "Thanks, pal. You know I like being fat, but there's a time to be slim too."

"You won't thank me by the time we're ready. I think I'll go get dressed." I knelt carefully feeling my heels touch my inflated bottom as I picked up my discarded pajama bottoms, and swayed my big self back to my bedroom. I needed to get into costume, I had gotten so big all over that I needed the support my costume would give me. Once in my room, I pulled out a costume and started to step into it like I normally do, but found I hadn't yet adjusted my balance from my wider hips. After tottering precariously for a moment, and I am not graceful even when I am uninflated, I decided to sit down on my bed and pull the tights on. The spandex stretched over my exaggerated curves with only a little struggle and wriggling needed to get them over my big hips and rear. Once past that, the rest was easy, my waist hadn't thickened any and my tummy was still flat. Then I just had to stuff my ballooned chest into the top of the tights which I bulged out of outrageously, slide my arms through and I was dressed. Sort of.

I swayed over to the standing mirror in my room to check my look. Damn that demon, I was so pumped up I looked like a cartoon! Double damn that demon because I liked the look and feel of my new figure, I guiltily admitted to myself. I couldn't come close to crossing my arms over my new breasts, I could cross my arms below them, which just pushed them up to bulge out more of the top of my tights. I turned to look at my rear, smoothing my straining tights over my inflated figure with that weird hollow sound clothes moving over inflated curves makes. My bottom had filled out so much that my scoop cut tights looked more like a thong.

I turned back and forth in the mirror a few times, admiring my reflection, I'm vain, remember and struck a few action poses, grinning at the bounce and wiggle my new figure had.

"Manda?" I heard Lynn's voice call out from down the hall.

I quickly donned boots, gloves, cape, mask and belt and bounced out my door to meet her in the hall.

Bubbles was standing just about a foot away from my door. A foot was how far she could be before her chest touched my door. So naturally I walked straight into her. Or rather my inflated boobs bounced straight into her inflated boobs with a soft BUUUM sound, compressed and flattened slightly from the collision, then she took a step back to let me pass.

Looking over my teammate I knew Faelina had finished. Bubbles was shaped very much like I was, all bust and butt and stuffed, mostly successfully, into her black, two-piece costume. Her waist wasn't as slim as normal, but the little bulge in her tummy wouldn't keep her from participating.

I still couldn't help but giggle a little, "Wow, you look...big"

She put her hands on her wide hips and cocked her head at me, "Speak for yourself, your tights look stuffed," she responded with a smile. "Besides, this is me being skinny thanks to you two." She tried to hug me, but our hugely ballooned breasts barely allowed us to get within arm's reach of each other, so we had to settle for squishing our chests together and awkwardly patting each other's arms.

"Right," I said, "Let's go find your demon." We marched down the hall back to Bubbles' room where Faelina was in costume, waiting for us, her figure just as puffed up as we were, all bust and butt. We had the bodies of adolescent fantasies, and being aware of my own hidden feelings and watching my teammates, I was pretty sure that all three of us were pleased with our new size.

"Ready to get to work?"

A big part of my master plan involved making Bubbles' room as airtight as possible. This wasn't actually as hard as it sounded, it just required us to run caulk guns full of sealant over all the holes, doors, vents and windows. Faelina and I handled this job. While it wasn't exactly hard, we had become pretty big girls, so it wasn't as easy as I had envisioned either and took up almost the whole day.

Despite the size of the room, we still found ourselves bumping and nudging each other with over-inflated curves. Imagine if you will, trying to run a bead of sealant over every hole and crack in the room while you have two basketballs stuffed in your shirt, I wasn't exaggerating, that's how big we really were and having to work around your own chest is quite a hassle.

As well as having your hips and butt pumped up similarly, so that every step you take makes your hips swing uncontrollably and every lean bend or squat you can feel your puffed up bottom brushing where it didn't used to brush and having to readjust your tights pretty much after every movement. As it went on, our boobs got in the way the most, we'd often work with one hand holding the caulk gun and one hand holding our breasts down so we could see, or move or work without impediment.

When we were finished, the entire room had been sealed except for two holes. One was a crack in the frame of the outer window, the other was the vent for the airpump Bubbles had set up.

"So you can definitely lower the air pressure in this room?" I asked.

"I have three heavy duty air pumps on the other side of that wall," she pointed a wrench at the wall, "At the touch of a button," She held up a remote and pressed the button. We barely heard the pumps fire up, but we all heard the spandex of our costumes creak and felt the gas in us start to expand some as the air pressure in the room lowered.

"Of course," Bubbles continued, seemingly oblivious to her body rising like bread dough, "You and I will still have enough air in our bodies to operate normally in low, or zero air pressure. Faelina doesn't need to breathe."

"Ok, ok, turn it off I feel like a punch ball!"

Bubbles hit the button again and I felt the tension in my tights lessening as I slowly deflated to the merely super hourglass figure that Faelina had given me.

"OK, that's phase one, now for phase two, which is you," I said pointing at Bubbles.

"Great, let me at 'em. What do you want me to do?"

I reached down and with my super strength, easily lifted one of the gas cylinders up in one hand, while uncoiling the attached hose with my other hand.

"Awww, I thought I got slimmed down to help, now you want me to get fat again?"

"You did help. You helped us make the trap. Now you have to help us bait it."

"She's right," Faelina chimed in with her low, sexy voice, "The Countess is expecting you to be bloated up, if you aren't she'll know something is wrong."

"Rats, I was really liking being able to bend at the waist. Fine, give me the hose."

I passed the hose to my friend who put it in her mouth, then I opened the valve with a soft hiss.

Lynn's cheeks bulged, then after a moment her eyes got round. Then she smiled and nodded. I held the hose in place in her mouth, which freed her hands to hold her belly as she began to bloat up fat and full of gas. Her belly rounded out and her wide hips all but disappeared as her waist bulked up. As the tank hissed into her, she slowly ballooned back up to the same size she was in the morning. Then I closed the valve and took the hose from her mouth.

"Now," I said, holding onto her, "Let's get you to bed."

 

I hate the waiting. I think everyone hates the waiting, but I especially hate it when I'm hiding behind a sofa with an over-inflated, over-sexed demon. As the night lengthened, I'd occasionally hear a slight creak of my straining spandex costume.

"Faelina, stop it," I'd hiss.

"It just slipped out," she'd reply.

I hate that demon.

I was just about to reprimand her again when her hand came down on my slightly puffy thigh with such force that if I hadn't been invulnerable, it would have crushed the muscle. Game on.

I couldn't see without lifting my head over the sofa, but Faelina could tell that the Inflampire has entered the room through the crack in the window in mist form. A few moments later, I felt Faelina gather herself to rise, and I followed her lead. With much relief, since there wasn't much room back there for two girls our size, we popped up from behind the sofa.

The Inflampire stood, in physical form, over Bubbles' bed and my roommate's bloated body. I was surprised how young the inflampire looked, about our age, short black hair, great skin, pretty blue eyes...and big pointy teeth.

Other than that, she fit right in with us. The skintight black latex bodysuit she wore bulged above and beneath the tight black corset she wore over it. Her figure looked like the demon's and mine. Her bust bulged up big and round over the top of the corset while her hips and bottom made for a wide, shiny swell in the lower half of her outfit. Her super-exaggerated hourglass figure strained the latex, making it squeak slightly as she moved.

She bent over Bubbles ready to strike, smiling at us, "Faelina," she coolly greeted my companion in a soft, sexy voice.

"Countess," Faelina growled back.

Quick as a flash the Countess opened her fangs wide and pounced on Bubbles...And bounced off of her victim as her fully inflated breasts collided with her prey first. The Countess recovered, put one hand on her chest to hold herself down, readjusted her stance to give herself a shallower approach and struck again. This time the fangs sunk home and the Countess' full red lips formed a seal with my roommate's flesh

The Countess stood over her prey for a moment, then her cheeks bulged and her eyes got wide and round.

And she started to swell.

Her flat tummy filled her corset from below with a series of latex creaks and muffled groans from the swelling Countess. Her hands pawed at the opening of the corset as its edges got forced farther and father apart by her swelling midsection. She finally got her hands under the edges and ripped it open off of her expanding waistline. Now free, her belly bulged as she grew round and fat as Bubbles deflated. panicked, the Countess tried to open her mouth and free her mouth from the pressure of the gas flooding from Bubbles to herself. The Inflampire actually managed to look rather silly as she discovered she couldn't let go of Bubbles as her body continued to expand. Her belly was actually pushing against Bubbles' deflating body before the Countess shifted to her gaseous form, then re-materialized standing upright her hands pressing on her fattened and stuffed bodysuit, her face a mask of lovely confusion.

"What have you done to me?" she asked, her soft sexy voice now cartoonishly high pitched from the helium that she was bloated up with.

Then to her surprise, she began to float gently upwards.

"We managed to deflate Bubbles and fill her up again with helium making her not only the bait, but the trap." I explained to the puzzled Inflampire, whose head bounced slightly against the ceiling.

Bubbles let go of the straps under her bed to keep her anchored to the bed and slowly floated upright, her ankles still hooked under the lower strap under the bed, "Like a helium land mine," she squeaked, her voice also ridiculously high pitched, "And a little super glue just to keep you from running off before you got full enough."

The Countess raised her hands over her head to keep from bumping into the ceiling, "Full enough for what? To make me into a blimp?"

"For us to catch you," I said.

"Oh," the Countess squeaked, "Is that what you think?"

Faelina stepped in front of me, placing herself between the Countess and me.

The Countess smiled a much more malevolent smile than I would have thought someone wearing a skin tight latex bodysuit, bloated up with helium, floating on the ceiling like a parade balloon, sounding like a chipmunk was capable of doing, "You're wrong." she squeaked flatly, then pushed off the ceiling and rushed straight down at Faelina.

The demon spread her wings, her tail thrashed, her outspread fingers turned into talons as she spread her arms wide and roared loudly enough to rattle the pictures hanging on the walls.

Suddenly I was, for the first time swept up with affection for this demon, who was standing between me and evil, like a six foot six pitbull...with wings... purple tights...and a great ass.

However, as luscious and ferocious as our demon was, the Countess lived on cunning. In the instant before impact with Faelina, she reverted to her gaseous form and our demon sped straight through her, and collided with Bubbles, knocking her free of her tether to the bed, freeing her to float up to the ceiling In the blink of an eye later, I found myself face to face with the undead. And she was not happy.

I fought back with fists, elbows, knees, I even tried getting my boobs in between us to foil her attack. Between her ballooned body and my extra big breasts, I thought I had her on the ropes. Which is when I felt the stab in my neck, "Owwww!" What's the point of being invulnerable if some gassy tart can just up and bite you?

"Bubbles, Faelina, get her off me!" I shrieked, horrified to hear my voice rising in pitch throughout the sentance. I could feel my belly begin to bulge out as the Countess filled me with the same helium I had planned to trap her with, "I'm getting fatter!" I squeaked.

Faelina crashed into the Countess' back like a freight train. If I were less invulnerable and if I didn't have a rear end that was puffed up like a flotation device , I'd probably be flat as a pancake, squished against the wall under them as I was. I gasped as Faelina pulled the Inflampire off me like pulling a thorn from her paw.

Luckily she hadn't been able to hold the bite for long, so she was still very fat while I was only a little bloated with helium...and infernal gas, "My turn!" I squeaked menacingly in my high-pitched voice. I gathered my legs under me and my extremely well-inflated and powerful bottom, and pushed off the wall, carrying the Countess and Faelina fully across the room to smash into the opposite wall. I grabbed the Countess' face in my hands and leaned forward and kissed her full on her full red lips.

I felt better instantly. I felt my tummy flatten out and my extra full breasts and hips immediately began to shrink, my costume growing less tight around my super-sized figure, while the Countess began to swell up anew, her figure, her boobs and hips already puffed up from her curse, then from half of Bubbles' helium, grew inch for inch as I deflated to a svelte half of my demonically-stuffed size.

Her hugely inflating bust pushed me away from her and I dropped to the ground, now merely stacked. I looked like a normal person. OK, a normal, big-busted porn star, but closer to normal than anyone else in the room.

Finding herself bloating even fatter, ironically with some of the same infernal gas she'd pumped into Bubbles in the first place, and caught from behind without leverage, the Countess once again took her gaseous form to escape Faelina's clutches.

"Bubbles...NOW!" The demon and I shouted in unison.

Floating on the ceiling, Bubbles pulled the remote from where it was stuffed in the waistband of her briefs and pushed the button.

Outside, three industrial air pumps hummed into life, pumping air into the room, the air pressure rose so quickly, it was noticeable to us. The fact that all of our inflated bodies started slimming down as the pressure of the air around us rose and compressed the air already distending out figures.

Bubbles and I clapped our hands over our mouths and noses.

The gaseous mist that was the Countess swirled uncertainly.

Faelina swayed right into the middle of the Countess' mist form and opened her mouth wider than I've ever seen a mouth open and inhaled.

The difference of the greater pressure in the air around us and the lesser pressure inside the demon practically pushed the gaseous form of the Countess right down Faelina's throat.

As the pressure inside her equalized along with the Inflampire's gaseous form, Faelina's belly bulged, as she captured the Countess within her, using her own body as a prison.

Seeing no further traces of the Countess mist form, I signaled Bubbles to cut the pumps and return the room to one atmosphere.

Our bodies plumped up again as the pressure inside us exceeded the pressure around us. Other than a few bruises a bite and a very obviously exaggerated figure, I was in pretty good shape. Bubbles was safely floating against the ceiling.

And then there was Faelina. Our casualty. Apparently the volume that an over-inflated Inflampire takes up in her mist form is considerable. Faelina's super-stacked figure wasn't discernible as such anymore. Her body had become hugely bloated, i'd only seen her this big once before, when we first met and fought her. Her luscious body had become sort sphereoid. Her body had become rounded with only her head, hands and feet protruding. Swell, now we'd probably have to roll her from place to place. From above me I heard Bubbles' high-pitched voice squeak, "Did we win?"

 

Later:

Yep, I looked good.

I was in a green stretch top with a low cut neck that I was bulging out of, and these ultra sleek, black stretch slacks that made my legs look about nine feet long, heels to make me even taller, hair done, makeup, and some bling and I was going to get groovy tonight. Nick and I had a date to a dance club where he could show off his stacked girlfriend and I wouldn't have to worry about anyone recognizing me. I was ready, I was hot, I was...walking with through the living room where our very ballooned demon was set in front of the TV with my blimped-up roommate hovering about a foot over the demon's head.

"Oh, you're going out tonight," Lynn squeaked.

I stopped halfway through the room and looked at my teammates. Awww, this wasn't fair, I hadn't had a date in months, I hadn't been this skinny in months, I hadn't had sex in...awww this wasn't fair!

Fifteen minutes, one phone call, a washed face and some yoga pants later I stalked back into the living room, with a tray of beer, and a big bowl of party mix. I sat my fantastic and totally wasted rear on the sofa. I looked from Lynn floating on one side of me, to Faelina grinning on the other and back to the TV.

"I don't want to hear a word," I said, not looking away from the TV.

"Oooo is that party mix?" Lynn squeaked, "Pass it up."

I held the bowl up at arm's length until I felt Lynn grab a handful. Then I offered it to Faelina, who scooped some into her hand but was too fat to get her hand to her mouth. I held the bowl out for her to dump it back in, then took a piece and tossed it at her head, which she of course caught in her mouth.

"Let's just watch our movie, " I said with suffering good grace.

"This is cool, it's like stadium seating." Lynn squeaked.

Faelina turned to face me, "Hit me," she said, opening her mouth for another treat which I threw and she caught.

Sigh, I love my friends, but sometimes the rest of life sucks.

"Hit me."

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