Inflatrix: Office Pressure

"Am I the only one who thinks this is a waste of time?" Troy set his pen down atop the reports in front of him, leaning back and clasping his hands behind his head. The outburst halted the company board meeting. Along with the ten other businessmen and women seated at the large oaken table, a white bearded man standing in front of the projection screen turned to face the source of the interruption. "Without the chairwoman present, whatever we decide on during this meeting won't matter. She has to finalize-"

"Enough, Troy. As vice chairman, I will relay the key points of this quarterly to her myself." The man at the head of the meeting replied, hints of irritation behind his voice.

"I agree with him, vice chairman..." Miyabi, a petite, young asian woman spoke up now, getting to her feet and adressing the white haired Edward. "Even if she is made aware of what has been discussed, what gives her the right to vanish for a week without any word?" She continued, pushing her glasses higher up on her nose. Collectively, the suits whispered among themselves and most nodded in agreement with both the highstrung woman and the slick-haired Troy. "It's inexcusable! She is the head of research as well. How are we supposed to plan for the following quarter without being informed of any new products or breakthroughs? That arrogant woman-"

"That arrogant woman has a name, Miyabi." The new utterance attracted all eyes to the door. Wearing a prada skirt suit, blond hair in an elaborate ponytail, and looking as if she was in a hurry this morning, Anette hustled into the room. "Get me up to speed, Edward. Miss Miyabi...please, have a seat." She nodded curtly toward her subordinate as she stood on the other side of the projection.

"How can you walk in here nonchalantly after being absent for so long without notice?" Miyabi retorted, and despite her challenge toward the chairwoman, found herself lowering herself back onto her seat. Anette set her brief case down, taking her seat at the head of the table without aknowledging the bitchy executive. "Damnit, Miss Helsdottir! You owe me and this board an explanation! You could have cost the company untold amounts due to your inconsiderate behavior. What do you have to say for yourself? Well?!" Miyabi jumped to her feet and glared at the accused, slamming her hands down on the table. "We elected you to this position...we can undo-"

"Is it really that big of an issue, hmmm?" Anette responded, crystal blue eyes fixed on Miyabi from behind her glasses. The rest of the executives, Troy included, remained deathly silent as the two women engaged in their spat. "If it is that important, Miss Miyabi...feel free to stay after the meeting is adjourned. I'm afraid the matter is personal...more of a woman to woman issue. You understand, don't you?" she explained as the troublemaker, satisfied at last, took her seat.

With the matter resolved, the rest of the meeting continued without a hitch. Anette could scarcely pay attention, however, her mind refusing her the focus she needed to care about what was being said in the least. Gazing through the window, the vast blue expanse greeted her longing stare. Not but three hours ago did her skybound sojourn, courtesy of Zephyr, come to an end. The memories, and feelings associated with being afflicted with the very thing she sought to cause in other women, remained fresh within her consciousness. A big balloon, drifting along the upper reaches of the troposphere, was what she had been for over a week. Her eyes widened, in disbelief at what appeared just beyond the glass. A blond woman, sunlight gleaming off of her black rubbery outfit, drifted upward past the window. It was her.

"A-ah!" Anette uttered a sharp gasp, someone's hand gripping her shoulder and shattering her daze induced illusion.

"Is everything alright, Anette?" Troy asked, giving the chairwoman waking shake. "The meeting's over with...you were really ouf of it." The brown haired man removed his hand, Anette removing her glasses, rubbing her eyes. "Edward said he'll have the reports on your desk by the end of the day. You really look like you need some rest.." he continued, concern evident in his tone. Looking up, the weary blond nodded.

"T-thank you, Troy...where is Miyabi?" She inquired, noticing the emptiness of the executive meeting room.

"She went off to the rest room. She'll be back...I better get outta here, she didn't look happy...Good luck with her, see ya tomorrow!" Troy gathered his documents and bowed politely, as demanded by Anette's rules, hurredly departing from the room.

"Why...why do I keep having these thoughts....?" Anette thought to herself, her eyes scanning the horizon once more. She was reminded of the encounter with her blond nemesis. "She bested me so easily...why couldn't I figure her methods out? It's infuriating!" The vivid mental imagery served to redden her face, Anette remembering how she climaxed beneath the straddled embrace of Zephyr, a potent mixture of arousal and frustration bubbling up. Replacing her spectacles, she stood and removed her suit jacket, placing it on her chair. As she did, the click of high heels coming down the hall caught her attention.

"Hmph. You're actually awake now, Miss Helsdottir?" Miyabi asked in a brazenly sarcastic manner, closing the door behind her. "So...you're a no show for nine days...then, you show up today looking like you were out partying last night. What possible explanation could you offer us that would excuse your inconsiderate actions?" Crossing her arms and leaning against the wall, the asian woman proceeded to interrogate Anette, who despite technically being ranked above, seemed to be on the receiving end of a savage talking to. Miyabi brushed hair out of her eye, the hand proceeding to toy with one of the chopstick-like implements holding her hairstyle up. Seeing Anette flustered and speechless, she continued her harsh inquiry. "Well?! Answer me! The silent treatment isn't going to cut it here Miss Bitch!" With that, Miyabi walked straight up to Anette, getting right in her face.

"Do you....?" Miyabi backed away slightly, Anette finally speaking up. "Do you really want to know...where I've been? Is it that important to you? That you would confront your chairwoman...your superior...in such a foolish way?" Her gaze met Miyabi's now, slowly taking her glasses off and folding them.

"Now listen here, Miss Anette! You may be the-Urk!" Before she could finish her retort, Miyabi's words were cut off by an even more savage response; a vicious uppercut. Staggered, the woman cried out in further pain when her back caught the edge of the table behind her. "Y-..you can't do that! That's assault! I'll have you arrested you bim-GACK!" Miyabi clawed at the hand that had, with startling speed, grabbed her by the throat.

"You insolent harlot! Do you realize what your place is?!" Anette seethed, forcing Miyabi to stand upright. "You. Are. BENEATH ME."

"P-please...*gasp*...let me...go...." Miyabi struggled to speak, her attacker loosening the grip around her windpipe slightly. The assailed woman heart sank, however, when her eyes met with Anette's once more. Those eyes...she had seen them before, sketchy artist's renderings next to the headlines about crime sprees and supervillains. The same devious luster sparked from somewhere deep inside that gaze, a mischevious, knowingly superior regard that showed the self-assuredness only a woman sure she had committed the perfect crime could have...there was no doubt about it now..." "Y...y-y-you! It can't be! You're....HER!" The sinister grin crossing the blond bombshell's face spoke volumes, pure fear taking hold of the victim's mind and body. "The Inflatrix! OH, GOD NO!!" Anette threw Miyabi to the side, sending the woman to the floor with a thud.

"My, my...is that who I am? I thought I was Miss bitch, to you..." Intentionally swaying her hips as she approached Miyabi, Anette reached into her cleavage and procured device that looked similar to a large rubber bullet. Pulling the tie from her hair and tossing it away, the full visage of Turgidia City's resident villain became readily apparent. "And you, future-balloon...are going to help me!" She stated, her intonations abruptly becoming sultry.

"S-stay away from me! Y-you're supposed to be gone! Z-Zephyr beat you!" Miyabi exclaimed, her voice trembling. She scrambled to her feet while wiping her mouth, bleeding from the unrestrained punch her 'chairwoman' visited upon her jaw. She raised her foot to make a dash for the door, but her assailant was far too good at what she did to allow it. Before she could even put her foot down for the first step, Anette was on top of her.

"You're not going anywhere! I said you are going to help me, and that's exactly what you're going to do..." Anette took hold of her victim's arm, pulling it upward painfully before bending it around the woman's back, eliciting an agony induced shriek. "I have this little device here...it hasn't been tested yet, but I guess that's what you're for, huh?" Holding the device in her mouth, she bent Miyabi over the table and reached up her skirt, tugging her panties down forcefully.

"You can't d-do this to me! I'm not your plaything!" Miyabi cried out, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

"You're absolutely right! You are not my plaything...yet" Anette spat the device out and held it firmly between two fingers. "I'd better rectalfy that!" she declared, digging an elbow into Miyabi's back and hoisting the back of the girl's skirt up. "Oh, by the way...I didn't bring any lube...I'd find something to bite down on if I were you...." With that, she took the rubber bullet-shaped and shoved it between Miyabi's exposed asscheeks, pressing it against her sphincter deliberately restrained force.

"Aiiiieeeeyaaaaah!!!!!!" Miyabi's eyes crossed. Screaming as the unbearable pain at her back entrance sent spasms across her entire body, she flailed in desperation, feeling her asshole slowly giving in. "NO! IT HURTS! PULL IT OUT! OUT OUT OUT!" The girl screeched, feeling her rear gripping the widest part of the object now.

"Shut up...you are one annoying future-balloon, you know that?" Anette commented, her finger pressing against the base of the device as her victim's anus stretched to accomodate the gummy invader. The villainess smiled when at long last, the device disappeared into Miyabi's derriere, the orifice slowly closing behind it. "There! That wasn't so bad, now was it?" Anette feigned comforting the sobbing woman, grabbing the buttcheeks and squeezing them together before letting go and watching them wobble. Pulling Miyabi to her feet, The Inflatrix stood up and dusted herself off nonchalantly, as if the unspeakable act she had just committed didn't matter to her in the least.

"W-what...did you *sob*...shove up my butt?! P-Please...Miss Anette! I'm sorry for...confronting you like this!" A hand instinctively rubbing her sore backside, Miyabi weeped silently. The fear gripping her had rendered Miyabi complacent, the girl pulling her skirt back over her posterior. Snapping fingers caught her attention, and she looked up in time to see Anette leaning over in front of her.

"Try to have some dignity, will ya?" Anette scolded the young woman, wriggling a finger around Miyabi's belly curiously. Then, without warning, she jabbed the digit against the spot she assumed her victim's navel was.

"Oof! What was that f-for-Nnnnnggyaaaaah...." Miyabi groaned. From her lower belly emanated a *click* noise, followed by a *pop* and then...*psssssssssssssss*. "Guuuuhhh!!! No...what have you done?!" The woman demanded to know, her thoughts turning away from her battered bum and focusing on the new sensation making it's presence known in her stomach. Tightness. The feeling buckled Miyabi's knees, the woman hugging her midsection and biting her lip. "My...s-stomach...it hurts!" She announced, her eyes shooting open and gaze fixing on her torso; her belly was pushing against her crossed arms.

"You know what they say about office pressure..." Anette licked her lips as a predatory smirk crossed her face, watching her device begin to take effect.

"Unnnggggh...it's too...tight...I'm...blowing up! Arrggh! You won't...get away with this!" Miyabi threatened, her body feeling the pressure from head to toe. Falling to her knees, she shrieked in alarm as her once toned abdomen quickly became a rounding mound. Her skin tingled where it was stretching, her paunch pushing her skirt further down her legs and exposing her belly flesh. Bulges peeked out from the gaps between buttons, one of the fasteners flying off and narrowly missing the spectating villainess' head. Miyabi's tummy appeared to be going through a fast-forward pregancy, billowing outward at an alarmingly rapid pace and matching the size of a standard beachball within seconds. Anette sauntered over to the ballooning young lady.

"Goodness! When are you due? You look fit to burst already! Nyahahaha!" Anette mocked Miyabi's plight, toppling the distended girl over with a gentle push. Landing on her back, Miyabi's eyes watered up as the Inflatrix quickly capitalized on her position and plopped down directly on her protruding gut.

"Get offmph..me!" Miyabi winced. The added weight caused the building gas to be displaced and spread to other parts of her body. Her cheeks puffed up, her arms and legs thickened, and her breasts swelled up into her face. *Ping* Another button flew off of her designer jacket, bouncing off of the ceiling and landing in an unattended glass of water. She struggled to take hold of her aggressor, but the gas rushing into her limbs coupled with Anette's perch on her belly put the villain well out of reach. "Y-you're...gon' pawp me!" Her inflated face made speech difficult, Miyabi trying to twist around and knock the other woman off of her. She succeeded only in acting like a turtle stranded on it's back.

"How do you like it, hmm? That device is my latest little toy..." Anette straddled Miyabi's belly which by now stuck out nearly four feet. Leaning over and holding her victim's face with both hands, the Inflatrix locked lips with the puffy faced girl. "Mmm...how delightful...not so brave now, are you? Turning into a balloon like this...so big! So taut! And...mmm...oh so very helpless....." Anette moaned, hiking up her skirt to reveal a distinct lack of undergarments. Miyabi gasped, the last of her buttons losing their valiant battle against the forceful aeration of her body, her jacket reduced to little more than tattered sleeves. "Let's have some fun, Miyaballoon...." Giving the blimp little say in the matter, Anette grinded her pussy against her victim's beach belly.

"Y-you...bitch! I'm not your fuck doll...s-stop...that...." As Miyabi felt the warmth and moistness of Anette rub across her sensitive tummy, anger rose within her. Unfortunately, it was too little, and far too late. Her midsection seemed to expand in every direction, seeking to absorbed her limbs. She gasped sharply, her nipples being tweaked against her will. Each tit was the size of a volleyball, and no less firm. As her body became increasingly spherical, the cloth clinging to her upper arms ripped appart and fell off in tatters. Her skirt, having put up no resistance from it's location around her ankles, was finally destroyed as her legs vanished down to her feet. "S-someone will...f-f-find out! You can't...g-g-OH!" Miyabi whimpered, her womanhood being invaded by something that was toying with her clit. Reduced to nothing but a round, nude and vulnerable balloon....she was at the complete mercy of the Inflatrix.

"Hmhmhm...so...that was your off button, huh?" Anette says, playing with the balloon's puffed up clitoris. The soft mewls coming from Miyabi were music to her ears, and she reached a hand down to her own waiting nether lips. "Mmm...feels good, doesn't it balloon? I'm not such a bad person...I just like to have...fun...." she spoke throatily, fingering the depths of her feminine void, juices splattering all over her Miyaballoon. The symphony of moans from both women filled the darkened meeting room, Anette's mind was elsewhere however, slowly falling into her own personal fantasy....

"Did you think you could get away from me, Inflatrix?!" The familiar voice caught Anette's attention, the Inflatrix glancing around in alarm and suddenly finding that Zephyr was in the room with her.

"H-how...HOW did you get in here? How...do you know who I am?!" Anette shouted in utter shock, her hands still working their magic down below. Her face reddened, and breathing became labored as the heroine walked toward her. Each slowly step echoed in the villain's mind, Zephyr appearing next to Anette abruptly.

"Silly balloonatrix...I've finally found you!" Zephyr stated, cupping Anette's chin in one hand. "After I have some fun with you...I'm going to turn you into a balloon again, and this time...you'll be nothing but MY balloon!" The teal suited super girl, forcefully turned Anette's face toward hers, and suddenly locked lips with her.

"OHHHHH ZEPHYR!!!!!" Anette cried out, her voice full of desire as her body spasmed in the throes of a powerful orgasm. Her feminine juices flooding out of her nether lips, splattering all over the unsuspecting Miyabi. She continued to pleasure herself, her body jolting and sending the villain tumbling backward off of the surprised, ceiling-bound blimp. As she watched Miyabi rise to the ceiling, one final pang of pleasure wracked Anette's body. The woman lay there, eyes gazing upward. She panted, struggling to sit up. "D-d-did...I just...say what I...Z-zephyr?!" Immediately the exhausted blond rose and glimpsed around the room.

"Zephyr? Y-you're losing your mind....she isn't here or you'd be history!" Miyabi squeaked out from her place above the Inflatrix, Anette shaking her head and getting to her feet. She nearly fell over, however, her knees weak from her exertion and standing in a pool of her own feminine release.

"What the hell is going on in here?!" A man's voice echoed from the door, Edward hustling into the room. Miyabi's eyes lit up upon sighting him.

"E-Edward! Miss Anette is the Inflatrix! Look at what she did to me!" The balloon squealed out accusing, Anette pulling her skirt down and turning to face the intruder. Edward made a line straight for Anette. "I told you! You won't be getting away with this! Take her out! E-EDWARD?!"

Miyabi's face paled when she watched the elderly man walk past the villain and up to the window.

"Miss Anette...you really must be more careful in who you choose for your victims." The old man stated, pulling the curtains shut on all of the windows. "She's an...she was, an executive. It is not as easy to cover up the dissapearance of one of them compared to your run of the mill intern." Edward continued, hurredly walking back toward the door and closing it quietly.

"She deserved it, Edward..." Anette replied, straightening her attire and showing hints of pink in the face. Looking up at Miyabi, she sighed. "I guess I did sort of lose my head...thanks to that damn Zephyr!" The pink blush quickly turned crimson.

"Yes. So I've heard...it's been all over the news. They think that you have been defeated for good..." Edward explained, Anette huffing angrily. "On a more pressing note....we can't very well carry this balloon through the halls. It's also broad daylight, so shoving her out of the window won't do either." He explained, looking through the small window in the door. Anette reached for Miyabi and pulled her down.

"EDWARD? Y-you're on her side?! You old bastard, I'll kick your ass!" Miyabi screamed, which due to her high pitched voice was more comical than threatening. Anette grabbed the balloon in both hands, grinning evilly.

"That's nothing you need to concern yourself with, balloon....today is your unlucky day..." Anette smirked, suddenly digging her nails into the blimps sides. Miyabi's eyes shot open, and balloon shrieking in pain. "YOU'RE GOING TO POP ME!!! STOP! DON'T-*BANG*" The end came for the overblown executive, Miyabi bursting like a cheap toy balloon. The force nearly floored Anette, and Edward had preemptively covered his ears. Rubbery shreds of flesh blanketted the meeting room, helium saturating the air but quickly dissipitating. The balloon's glasses fell to the floor before the Inflatrix, the villain promptly crushing them beneath her heel. "Hmph...they're just expendable as the rest." She stated, casually brushing rubbery confetti off of her shoulder.

"I suppose." Edward sighed and activated the intercom. "We need a cleaning crew...yes. 21st floor boardroom...thank you, Stacy. Er...yes, another mess." Stroking his beard, he turned back to Anette. "I took the liberty of recording the amateur video footage the news network showed of your encounter with Zephyr. The CDs are in your office."

"I see..thank you, Edward." Anette smiled meekly, pulling her jacket back on and replacing her spectacles. Edward opened the door for the chairwoman as she approached the exit.

"Please, get some rest. I am sure you want to get back at this Zephyr woman, but do not do so in your current state." Edward adviced at Anette entered the doorway, the blond freezing in her tracks.

"I promise you, Edward...I intend to recover." She responded, looking back at the man as she resumed her stroll. "But...rest assured....nobody escapes the Inflatrix...."