Wind

Jenny arrived home from school with her friend Debra. As Jenny's mom was a busy corporate consultant, she was barely home. The beneficiary of this was the undisciplined young daughter. An overconfident porker, she was unaware of her reputation amongst her peers. She wore belly shirts despite what she called her "slight muffin top" (globe) and deep, dark crater of a navel. Today the shirt was white with pink stripes. The color of the stripes matched the complexion of her chubby cheeks. Her long, straight, black hair, held back by a headband, went all the way down to her pink pants, with the word "juicy" inscribed on her ass.

The girls bounced into the kitchen, giddy about seeing "New Moon".

"I hear it's better than the first one," said Debra.

"Well, with Josh sitting next to me, it definitely will be," Jenny bragged.

"I am so happy for you," Debbie sighed. She really wasn't.

"Ooooh! Mom left money for pizza!" Jenny exclaimed happily.

Debra sat down at the kitchen table and took out her schoolbooks with a stern look on her thin, sharp face. She was very plain looking next to the flaunt queen, average height, average build, plaid, button down shirt, and somewhat baggy jeans. She practiced algebra while Jenny prepared herself for that night, occasionally squealing like a pig at the thought of her dear Josh.

Debbie sighed, knowing that Jenny was not into her and never would be. Debra loved how wild and unpredictable Jenny was, and was becoming aware of her own desire for chubby girls. She couldn't let dear Jen know, no matter what, even when the ample beauty bounded down the stairs smothered with hooker lipstick and a new belly shirt that squeezed her soft breasts together and exposed the whole globe underneath. She was soft, sexy, and damp from the shower. Her hair smelled wonderful from the French lavendar shampoo. She sat down with her friend at the table and feigned seriousness.

"Tell me honestly, do you think I'm fat?"

"No, I think…. I think you're just fine," replied Debra sincerely.

"Well," Jenny took out a container of weight loss pills. "I think I'm going to start taking these, and I want us to lose weight together."

Debra really didn't want to, but any chance to share an experience with her beloved was worthwhile.

The girls went into the backyard as twilight approached on this unusually warm November day, with only the slightest breeze. They gossiped and drank vodka with orange juice, ascertained from Mrs. Jenny's carelessly unlocked liquor cabinet.

"This tastes strange," slurred Deb after a few drinks.

Jenny replied with a smirk. "I ground up some of the pills and put them in."

"Really? Wow Jenny, it looks like it's working already!"

Debbie grabbed Jenny's love handles and laughed hysterically.

Jen got up and stumbled over to a lawn chair. She sprawled out as her head spun. "This was a bad idea," Jen said, followed by a giggle and burp. Debbie couldn't tell if it was her imagination, but Jen's middle seemed to have grown with that burp. She poured a shot and took it over to her friend. She sat down in a chair, and filled Jenny's navel.

"Hey!" gasped Jen, followed by a blush.

"What, it's a fuzzy navel!" replied Debra.

The girl bent down and slurped up the concoction, now tasting slightly of navel gunk, as Jenny never cleaned that crevice. She quite enjoyed the taste in her drunken state. Jenny was simply shocked, but unresponsive as her head was spinning. She felt very light, like she was floating. Deb finished licking out her best friend's belly button, and let out a satisfied burp. "Excuse me." It looked like the movie wasn't happening that night.

Amazed at how drunk she was, Deb thought it might not have been such a good idea for Jen to mix the pills and booze. She looked down at her own midriff and saw that a bit of a muffin top was forming. She poked it and let out a "poot"! She and Jen laughed hysterically.

"I thought the pills made you lose weight?..."

"I thought so too, that's why I put in the whole container."

"What?!" exclaimed Deborah. She continued, "what did the instructions say?"

"I don't know… I didn't read them."

"Not even the warnings?"

Deb finally noticed that her friend had been levitating for the past minute.

"Jenny, you're… you're floating."

The floating pink piggy poked her distended tummy and let out a rip roaring fart. Deborah stood up quickly from her chair in horror, experiencing a few seconds of hang time before touching down to the ground and releasing a small belch. She looked down at her inflating midriff, slightly pushing up her shirt. A booze and pizza night had never made her like this before.

"Where did you get those pills?!"

"A T.V. "uuurrrp" ad."

"But you're not "poot" 18!"

"I used my mom's credit card. "Rrrriiiipppp!""

The noises of Deb's bodily functions were discrete compared to the monstrous sounds of her uncouth friend.

Jenny's hands explored her now 3 foot tummy. She could barely reach her navel, but when she did, she dipped in her right finger to clean out the remains of her friends' cocktail. She brought her finger to her face and smelled it before licking off the juice. Her face cringed in a drunken stupor.

"You like that?"

Deb didn't answer as she attempted to run back into the house. However, her increasing loftiness, was making the task more difficult than walking on the moon. Every step was a 3 foot hop in the air. And she was getting rounder. The world was spinning.

"We're filling with air, shit!" Every step Deb took was higher and higher. "Poot."

"Rrrriiipppp!" The globe that was Jenny responded with a mighty wind. She was still floating at the same height as before. Her boobs melded with her round body. As her arms, legs, and head sunk in, her clothes slipped off.

Deborah briefly turned her head toward her friend. She was a naked, pink sphere with head hands and feet, floating over the grass.

"Oh no!" She thought. "I don't want to be a blimp." Her clothes began to rip at the seams under pressure. "Urp."

Jenny watched her friend and giggled, she would soon have a very bloated friend, but she knew how to help her.

Just before she got to the house, Debra floated too high. She grabbed onto a railing above the screen door to stop from floating away.

Jenny belched heartily and yelled, "You've got to fart and burp to let the gas out!"

"What? No!" screamed Deb, hanging on for life.

"Trust me, it's better off than ending up flying away like a blimp!"

Deb tried. Urp. Poot. However, she still grew.

"I… I can't do it Jenny!" Deb grew larger and rounder. Her fingers plumped up, looseing her grip to the pole that kept her grounded. Her arm was being swallowed whole by her airy midsection.

"Well, rrriiippp! If you don't do it uuuuuurrrrrPPPPP! soon, you'll UUUUURRRRRPPPP, fly away! RRRRRIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPP!"

"Listen urp, Jenny, I…" She let out another tiny belch. She would never finish her declaration of love. Jenny tried to respond to her friend, but she could no longer speak. They were bloated, gassy, sphere girls who could only burp and fart. Unfortunately, Deb's expulsions weren't powerful enough to keep her down. Her head and limbs were all absorbed. When her hand got sucked in, she was freed into the air, rising and expanding like a hot air balloon into the orange sky. Jenny felt guilty, then hungry.

Hours passed as Jenny hovered and expelled gas. She knew her mom wouldn't be home till late that night. She was really bored. She hoped there would be a way to reverse the effects of the pills. The wind picked up and caused a chill over every square inch of her being, though to an observer, she was barely human. When she wasn't burping, she moaned in frustration. Josh would never like her like this. She soon lost sight of her old friend Debra, now just a pin prick in the sky.

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Dr. Kovac tried not to laugh at the farting, burping blimp girl in her hospital room. Apparently, she swelled up from unwisely mixing a whole bottle of crushed up Metamucil tablets with alcohol and citrus juice. There were only 3 signs that she was human. Pussy, asshole, and navel. That and her constant release of gas.

"What can be done doctor?" Jenny's mom was nearly crying. She knew she should've spent more time with Jenny.

"Well maam, not much can be done. The gas will continue to be created for several years…"

"Years!?"

"Yes maam, after which point, she will start to deflate."

The woman began to tear as she walked up to her daughter to give her a comforting stroke.

"Will my insurance cover this?"