Inflatrix: Zephyr

It was a cloudy night over Turgidia city. The moon occasionally peeked its glowing visage through the broken cumulus clouds that seemed to strain with the burden of heavy rains seeking release. It was the kind of night that very few women would brave alone on foot, and with good reason...

The woman could not hear herself think over the sound of her feet rapidly smacking the pavement. She nearly toppled head over heels pivoting into an alleyway. Beads of sweat streamed down her face as she broke off into a more intense sprint. "Keep going," she told herself, "I can't let her catch me...oh, god! I can still hear her!" Wincing with the discomfort of each step, she groaned, "Why did my sandals have to fall off at a time like this!" The brunette's thoughts raced as her bruised and tender feet slapped the alley's floor.

Despite the echo, another series of sounds could be heard over the terrified woman's exasperated breathing. The tell-tale click-clack of high heeled steps accompanied by the seductive giggling of a female voice mingled with the desperate girl's own noises. She was running out of options. The clacking was steadily catching up to her, and she was no marathon athlete. Nearly slipping on a puddle of residual rain, she took off down the sidewalk after exiting the alley, before coming to a screeching stop inches away from a mysterious blonde woman in an outlandish costume. The newcomer smiled at the terrified brunette. "W-who...who are you?" she asked.

"I'm here to save you...just keep running and leave this to me," the newcomer said

The brunette only paused for a moment before nodding and going around the figure, not daring to stick around for what was to come. "Bless her!" she thought, taking one last glance over her shoulder at the woman who had given her the chance to flee before disappearing down the street hurriedly.

"Where are you my little plaything? It's not polite to keep your future mistress waiting! Where could you have gone?" the Inflatrix called out playfully as she followed the path of the fleeing brunette. She had never let her quarry escape, but she thoroughly enjoyed giving them false hope. Dashing out into the street, the Inflatrix glanced left and right before yelping in alarm. Her ears were filled by the sound of what could only be described as a tornado as she was slammed by a powerful gust of wind. Swept off of her feet, the Inflatrix was blown backward several feet before she righted herself and skidded to stop, her prodigious bosom taking a few moments to cease wobbling. With a glare that could pierce through stone, the Inflatrix looked down the street for the source of this most inconvenient interruption.

"I've finally found you, Inflatrix! You won't be turning anybody into a balloon tonight, fiend," a woman called. Standing by a mailbox fifteen feet away was the source of her interruption. A blond woman clad in a teal leotard ensemble, complete with matching knee high boots and elbow length gloves, took a few steps toward the Inflatrix. The latter dusted herself off from the debris. This new arrival smirked smugly at the villainess, her eyes fixated on the evil-doer through shaded glacier glasses. The most noticeable accessory the woman possessed was a belt with a single large jewel as the buckle.

"A little early for comic convention, wouldn't you say, girlie? You're going to PAY for letting my prey escape you-" The Inflatrix began to speak before being cut off.

"Shut it!" the other woman called. "You're the one that's going to pay for what you've been doing to all of those innocent women! Prepare to be blown away by Zephyr!" boasted the costumed woman. She placed both of her hands on her belly. To the surprise of the Inflatrix, this odd newcomer began to emanate a sound akin to that of a balloon expanding. Even more shocking was the fact that the woman was ACTUALLY swelling up like a balloon. Zephyr's belt pulled taut across her expanding gut while her gaze remained fixated on the Inflatrix. The villainess' face reddened as she bore witness to what she hoped would be her next victim's capabilities.

"A self-inflating love doll? Oh I simply MUST have you!" demanded the Inflatrix.

"Mmhmm, you'd love to HAVE me, wouldn't you?" retorted the heroine. She abruptly ceased her expansion just as her belly reached the size of a beach ball. Raising her hands, the quietness of the night was once again shattered by the sound of hurricane force winds. The Inflatrix braced herself hastily, and noted that the winds seemed to blast from the region of the woman's waistline and that jeweled belt. The woman's gut deflated as the wind raged, almost as if she was some kind of living air tank.

"Urrrghh! That's what that was...d-damnit!" the Inflatrix cursed as she looked down at her own waistline. The grenades she had so carefully attached to her own belt blew off one by one in the gale, rolling down the street before the grenade-belt joined them. As the gale subsided, the Inflatrix looked a bit disheveled and a little worse for wear. "My precious little babies! You naughty little girl!" the villainess cried, tightening the grip on her ray gun. Zephyr was way ahead of her; she placed her hands on her gut and drew even more air into her body, rapidly inflating.

"That was just a taste! Now see what you're really up against!" Zephyr boasted as her face contorted in strain. Her stomach billowed out again at an alarming rate. In the meanwhile, the Inflatrix decided that this blowhard wouldn't receive a third freebie. Darting forward with surprising speed, the villainess began her offensive strike with her crop crackling with electricity. Zephyr only smirked as the distance between the two was closed.

"You're going to be my personal plaything, girlie!" The Inflatrix yelled, preparing to swing her crop. As she took her swing, Zephyr lowered her hands and bent forward, a rush of air emanating from the heroine. She catapulted herself upwards on the column of air, eliciting a cry of alarm from the Inflatrix. Nearly thirty feet up, Zephyr suddenly spread her arms revealing that part of her cape was attached to each of her gloves. Her cloak deployed like a parachute as she glided at her target, her belly roughly half the size it had been. The Inflatrix's eyes widened as she stood, frozen in place, too surprised to fully block Zephyr's dive bomb.

"Gyah! Eat this, you perverted fiend!" shouted Zephyr, moments before the two collided. The Inflatrix managed to partially mitigate the aerial assault, rolling with the impact. The Inflatrix's crop skittered across the ground. The implement slid several feet before dropping into a sewer drain. The pneumatic heroine bounced up off of the ground after plowing her target over, immediately landing on her feet after only a single bounce.

"H-how...how is she doing this?" the Inflatrix asked herself while struggling to her feet. Fortune was at least partially with her. She retained her ray gun, but she had never faced an opponent who...fought back. "I'm going to have fun with you....you'll be mine yet!" vowed the villainess, briefly looking herself over to assess any injuries. Zipping down her suit, the Inflatrix smiled slyly, her face tinted a slight pinkish hue. At first, only her curiosity had been aroused. Now, however, she was genuinely feeling a bit hot under the latex. "I'm going to have to bring this little tussle to a conclusion," she chuckled, "but I assure you, the fun has only just begun." The Inflatrix's eyes narrowed. "There's a price to be paid for arousing me, and I don't take no for an answer!" the Inflatrix stated, licking her lips like a hungry predator fixed on its prey.

"Oh, I'm soooo scared! Please don't hurt me!" Zephyr responded, sarcasm edging her voice.

The Inflatrix deftly switched the dial on her precious ray gun to the red setting and fired it in one swift motion. Zephyr's eyes went wide. She fired a blast of wind again in an attempt to launch herself out of path of the beam, but it was futile. Zephyr dropped her hands to her belly as a gleeful cackle emanated from the villainess.

"Oh no! My, my belt! It's not w-working! What have you done to me?!" cried Zephyr. An unbelievable pressure within the heroine's belly made its presence known and Zephyr did not like it one bit. "U-ugh! URRRGH! It's too much...I'm getting...fatter!" whimpered the poor heroine. Her belly surged forward, pulling the belt tightly across her rapidly swelling midsection. She began flail as her entire body puffed up, each part swelling up. Without immediately realizing it, her beach ball sized gut had toppled a mail box. "Somebody help me...I can't..." Zephyr squealed, voice rising in pitch. "My voice is getting higher...Oh no! Not helium!" The woman expressed dismay as she waddled, her thighs squeaking together, before she finally fell backward and rolled onto her backside. The Inflatrix could not be any happier, and practically skipped up her ballooning adversary.

"My, my, my...look at you! How does it feel? How does it feel knowing your going to be my personal love doll. Are you angry? Humiliated? Don't worry dear...I'll keep you somewhere safe...nobody will ever find you...but first," the Inflatrix gloated over Zephyr's fallen balloon of a body, just as she began to float. With a sinisterly playful cry of glee, the villainess hopped on top of the woman, straddling her belly before gradually leaning down to look at the woman's puffy-cheeked face.

Zephyr grunted at the addition of the new weight, her face full of fright as the Inflatrix leaned in, her hot breath blowing in the balloon's face. "I told you....arouse me, and you'll pay," the Inflatrix half-moaned, leaning down and locking lips with her latest love doll. The villainess was absolutely aroused. "Now I can't have you floating off before I've finished, can we?" the Inflatrix added, breaking the kiss briefly. Reaching into a pocket, she drew a length of thick string and with great dexterity, tied one end to Zephyr's wrist and the other to her own. She then leaned down, and resumed passionately kissing the woman who reluctantly struggled against the affection.

"N-now's my chance!" Zephyr thought as she felt the Inflatrix's flat stomach press against the jewel on her belt. The Inflatrix nibbled the immobile heroine's puffy lip before diving her tongue back into the frightened woman's mouth. Zephyr balled her fists, feeling the palm controls for her belt click. Hoping to buy herself some time, Zephyr gave into the Inflatrix's forceful advances. Admittedly, the feel of the villainess' cleavage upon her own swollen bosom wasn't all that bad.

"Nnngg! You're such an exceptional love doll!" the Inflatrix crooned. "I haven't even gotten started and yet I feel so....tight inside!" The Inflatrix squealed with glee as Zephyr mustered what little mobility she had to roll over, her bloated form resting atop the Inflatrix now. "O-oh my! Naughty, naughty balloon...I'm in control here! Now be a good girl..." the Inflatrix trailed off as something was amiss. She felt tight, but not in the right places. The Inflatrix felt positively bloated. The Inflatrix attempted to cry out in alarm, but only succeeded in gasping ecstatically. Then, she noticed Zephyr's face. She was no longer the frightened, desperate victim...but she was smiling broadly.

"Gotcha, Inflatrix...have a nice dose of your own medicine!" Zephyr gloated. The tables had turned. The Inflatrix began to try to wriggle herself free from beneath the enormously bloated woman. Zephyr's belt had begun to transfer the helium in her body into the body of the Inflatrix. The front of the villainess' suit began to unzip as her inflating stomach pushed it's way to freedom, her breasts slipping out like a pair of fleshy party balloons. Keeping her fists balled, Zephyr kept the hidden belt-control buttons on her gloves depressed. "It's YOUR turn to be a balloon!" the heroine added. She felt victorious as she felt herself slowly deflate, regaining control of her limbs. She pinned the Inflatrix down forcefully now, her hands gripping the villainess' shoulders.

"I have to...get...free!" The Inflatrix's mind desperately raced for possibly solutions, but it was too little, too late. The woman on top of her had regained her natural curves, and now the Inflatrix had puffed up like a balloon within her black catsuit. "Ugh....look what you've done to my beautiful body...I look...so fat! Y-you'll pay for this...I swear...nnng," she vowed, cut with a sudden, "OOF!" as Zephyr bouncing on the inflated woman.

Smirking, Zephyr demanded, "Now that you're not going anywhere, just answer one question." Drawing a breath, the woman's hands shot upward in exasperation as she yelled, "WHY? Why are you doing this to people?"

The inflatrix, eyes half-lidded, squirmed as best as her bloated body allowed, groaning in a muddled, voice, "nnn, g...od...s-so huge, so f-full..."

Growling, Zephyr's eyes narrowed in anger, exclaiming, "Answer me!" Heavily, she bounced in place astride the swollen woman, the impact sounding almost like a jump on a trampoline.

Immediately, the inflatrix nearly shrieked, "Eeeeeyusssss!" She flailed and squirmed in place, groaning throaty moans of passion at the feel of the heavy bounce upon her inflated form. Eyes wide, Zephyr immediately hopped backwards and slid to the ground, lips curled in disgust.

"You sick freak!" Zephyr squealed accusingly. "You're ENJOYING being a balloon?" The heroine asked in a voice full of shock. No longer weighed down, the Inflatrix began to rise into the air slowly, her ragged breathing still permeating the night air. Her face dotted by beads of sweat, the villainess gulped in an attempt to alleviate her dry throat. The Inflatrix was blissfully unaware of her ascent.

Watching the black-clad sphere drift higher into the sky, Zephyr called out, "If floating off into the sky was good enough for your victims, it's good enough for you!" Bosom heaving, cheeks flushed with exertion, she called up again at the receding blip in the sky, "And if you find your way back down, I'll stop you again! C-count on that!"