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"N…NO! Don't do this!" screamed Michele "I'm too big!"

"Exactly, you'll join my collection!" said a man, standing next to an air compressor

Michele let out a grown, then…

BANG!

Shards of her rained down from the heavens as the man reached up, and grabbed a big shard from the air.

"To join the collection," he said

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Marissa put down the obituaries from that day, sighing from seeing her best friend, Michele, had died.

"Man, she was a good friend." She said, taking a sip of coffee

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As Damien admired the latest addition to his collection, he looked down at the new addition that would soon be joining the others.

"Oh Marissa, you will make a fine addition to my collection, I promise to savor our relationship," he said as he tacked the picture onto the empty square.

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"Oh…stop! Too big! Too big!" Marissa screamed

"Never, you're soo beautiful!" a man said, turning up the airflow.

Marissa moaned, then…

"NO!" Marissa said, jolting upright in her bed, "Oh, thank god."

Marissa never had a dream involving…that. She was intrigued by it, and had studied it, but never thought of it bringing any pleasure to her.

She shook her head, "Crazy," she said. She put her slippers on, and walked out to the kitchen and made some coffee.

Marissa White, a 21-year-old woman, is a very successful businesswoman. Her sleek body is the first thing men look at when she enters a room. You took the bait; the rest is a cakewalk. Is what she always thinks when she's all the guys in a meeting staring at her… she was ashamed to see guys do that. She was a very smart individual, and all guys just thought of her as a tool. "That's why I'm single." She said to people who asked. "No guy really likes me for who I am."

That day, Marissa had the same work that she had every day, with the same guys looking at her.

"Same shit, different day." She said, sitting down at her desk when a knock came at her door.

"Marissa, I have someone here for you." Said a man at the door

"Come on in Paul." She said, "The door's unlocked."

The door opened to revel a 50-year-old man standing next to a 21-year-old in a suit.

"Here's you new assistant," he said, shoving the man into the room, then shutting the door.

"Uh hi, my names Damien, your-

"Assistant, he made it clear." She said, eying the young man

Marissa had never seen a man like this. A tan man, with beautiful brown eyes, black curly hair, and quirky to boot.

He's Tall, dark, and handsome. She thought, lets see what he thinks of me.

"Sit." She said, gesturing to a seat.

"Thanks, so, I hear you're pretty popular with the guys,"

She glared at him

"Oh, sorry," he said, looking at the floor.

"Its ok, they just under estimate me" she sighed.

"Oh." He said

"Lets take a walk," she said

In the hall, Damien and Marissa discussed everything, from hobbies to favorite foods.

"I'm a Harvard grad." She said

"Oh! Brains and a body!" he said

She laughed, "hey, do you, wanna come over for dinner?"

"I'd be honored." He said

That night, the two enjoyed a dinner filled with laughs and discussions.

"Hey, I have to tell you something." He said grabbing her hand lovingly

Marissa felt tingly

"I'm a…a…

"You're a what?" she said

He whispered, "an Inflationist."

Marissa gasped. " A WHAT!"

Damien started crying, "It was my dad's idea. He…he… forced me into it."

Marissa got up from the table, "It's ok," she said rubbing his back, "It's not your fault,"

Damien was still crying, "I was 16 when he did it to me. He brought me into the yard. And said "you're going to follow in my footsteps, whether you like it or not!" and he shoved the hose in my mouth. I saw my mom in the house, crying. My dad, turned on the valve and…. And my body started to grow. I was in shock!"

"Oh, you poor thing." Marissa said

"I'm sorry, you must think I'm pathetic." Said Damien, wiping tears from his eyes.

"Oh no! You're the most sensitive man I've ever met! I…I love you!" she said, hugging him and kissing him.

"Oh Marisa," Said Damien

"Oh Damien" Said Marisa

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That night, Damien collapsed on his huge bed in his mansion.

"Oh my god, this women will look SOO good as a balloon!"

He laughed manically. "Ohhh! Maybe I'll turn off the air for just a minute, and then put it on full blast! Her look will be priceless!!

Damien laughed crazily throughout the night.

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Then next day, Marissa got an invite to come to Damien's mansion to practice his ballroom dancing. Marissa dusted off her favorite tight black dress, and placed it on her body. The squeak of the latex was soothing.

That night, Damien readied he tux for a night he wouldn't forget.

"Tomorrow we start," he said to himself as he walked out to his ballroom

"Wow! This is amazing!" said Marissa, stepping in to the room.

The ballroom had a black marble floor, with silver curtains and a gigantic chandelier.

"Nice, isn't It." Said Damien as he turned on the music.

Marissa was sweep away by Damien's lulling touch. His hands felt soo soft, like silk.

"I have to as you something," said Damien

"Yes," said Marissa, now fully into a trance

"My dad said that if I don't…you know…to every women that I meet, I'll…

Die,"

"Say no more, but I have to use the restroom,"

"Of coarse, up the stairs, down the hall." He gestured to the left curtain

"I'll be back," she said walking towards the curtain

In the hallway, Marissa began looking for a secret door of some sort.

"Ok you creep, how are you pulling off these murders?" she said.

She first came to a hall closet. She opened it up and found an air compressor inside.

Creepy. She thought. Then she saw a square cut in the wall.

Ok? She knelt down and knocked twice on the wall.

Suddenly, the floor and the wall flipped over taking Marissa with it.

"Whoa! What the- OUCH!" she said; now looking for a light.

She found a light cord, and pulled it

What she saw next shocked her.

A complete board of pictures of ladies, with X's crossing the pictures.

Next to the picture, a different colored shard of latex.

Melissa scanned the board, and saw a picture of Michele, with many different documents, including, her bio.

"Oh my god! Michele! You were popped?" said Melissa, examining the shared of her.

She then read the diary labeled "Michele"

Last entry.

Today, Michele gave me a picture of her friend, Marissa; she will be my next victim.

The rest was a blur as she looked up and saw, right next to Michele's square, a picture of herself.

Oh god, I am next! she said. She looked to the side and heard Damien walking down the hall.

"Marissa? Are you ok?"

"I'll be in the ballroom, ok," he said into the bathroom door

Melissa breathed a silent sigh of relief.

She then began contemplating her escape by looking for any other door out.

Damn it! If I don't get out of here soon, he'll discover that I'm in here! She thought

Just then, her hand hit a small handle.

Thank god! She thought, pulling on the door.

The door opened to reveal a square hall, leading around a corner.

This is my only chance of escape. She thought crawling down the dark tunnel.

She soon came to a wall just before the turn that looked like it had a tiny sliding door,

She opened it up to see the ballroom spread out around her, with Damien talking directly at her.

Does he know that I'm looking though? She worried

"Oh, Damien, you've out done yourself," he said into the mirror, unaware that Melissa could here every word. "I can't wait to hear her screams of terror!" he then made a perfect imitation of her, "No Damien stop! I didn't want this to happen! I'm too big! I'm…going…. to… Then, I'll turn the air down almost to a stop, then jam it back on so she'll let out a horrifying moan…then…BANG!!" Damien collapsed onto the floor, doubled over in laughter, "It will be priceless!"

Marissa shut the door, and continued her crawl towards freedom, her heart heavy.

He was extremely attractive, and, I thought that he like me for me!

Now outside she ran into the nearby forest and made a phone call.

"I just set off an alarm, I need you to be here as fast as you can, and, bring a helium tank," she said

"And why would you need that?" the other man asked

"Just trust me," she said

Marissa held her breath for what seemed like an eternity, until; she saw a van pull up a ways down the road.

Ike Brooks had a very quirky partner, but he didn't mind. But this request… Toped the list.

I mean, come on, a helium tank? He thought as he pulled the tank out of his van.

As he set it onto a two-wheeled dolly, he saw Marissa emerge from the forest in a latex pencil dress.

"Someone's been busy," said Ike, looking her over

"Shhh! He'll hear you!" said Marissa

"Who?" Ike whispered

"Damien, the you-know-who," she said

"You mean you actually caught him?"

"Not yet, but I will," she said, grabbing the dolly and taking it into the forest.

"Oh Marissa, come back and play," echoed Damien

"Shit, he's here," she said ducking down, " turn it on,"

Ike put the valve on full blast.

"You can't hide from me," said Damien

He then saw Marissa standing behind a tree

"Cute," he said

Suddenly, Melissa whipped around and shoved the hose into his mouth

Damien looked at the hose with shock, feeling his body fill with the air, his clothing now staring to rip.

"Melissa Brown, FBI, you're under arrest for the murder of 6 women" she said holding up a badge to his puffy face.

Damien was now round, his arms out in a star shape. Melissa turned around and turned off the pump as Ike came out from the bushes and kept his massive body from floating away.

"How?" he asked, the valve out of his mouth

"I'd been hunting you down on the internet. You have your own blog.

After that, I went undercover as a business worker and gained your trust. In that pretty little room, I found all the evidence I needed to put you away." Melissa said

"But you can't prove that I blew them up!" said Damien

"True, but I can prove that you killed them by using the shards as evidence."

Damien was silent

Weeks later, Damien was proven guilty to the murder of 6 women.

Melissa asked to carry out his death penalty.

Damien was put in to a large room with an air tank. He was wearing an orange latex suit.

"Well Damien, are you ready?" said Melissa over the intercom

"Don't you even think I'll pop, The Inflationist never pops." Damien said defiantly

"We'll see. Set him up boys." She said

The two put the hose into his midsection, turned on the pump, and ran out the door

"You can't pop me," he said, become round.

"I never pop," he said, now his limbs plumping and moving into a star shape.

His face became red, "Don't you understand? I…won't…. POP!"

His body filled the room "I just keep on going, and going and going! YOU CAN'T POP THE-"

He stopped short, his face tensing up,

"Well, I guess I was wrong," he said as he face swelled and…

BOOM! Shards of him rained down onto the floor.

Beautiful, Melissa thought

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