Fuusenkunoichi, Chapter 7
Kamiko’s eyelids gradually creaked open, allowing enough of the morning light to hit her eyeballs so that her waking retinas could adjust comfortably. Her serene and beautiful brown eyes stared up at the dusty red ceiling that sheltered her and Tomoko. Most of the time, Tomoko-sensei would walk right up to the slumbering Kamiko and clap her hands repeatedly to wake her, but this time she would not have to bother wasting energy.
Before she got up, Kamiko stretched and yawned, slightly contorting and splaying her shiny blue body across the tatami mat that she slept on. It might seem strange to an outside visitor that Kamiko wore her skintight blue rubber suit almost all the time, but the temple got cold, and the suit helped keep her adequately warm. Plus she felt sort of attached to her strange garb, like she had developed some sort of slight rubber fetish, but she still would not mind wearing a good comfy kimono once in a while. Tomoko slid open the screen door of Kamiko’s small room, it made a loud scratching noise. Kamiko looked towards her teacher.
“Well, you are up early again Kamiko!” Tomoko happily exclaimed.
“Yeah, I think I’m getting used to the early-morning routine now.” Kamiko stood up and scratched her back.
“You used to be a farm girl, I would expect you to already get up a little early, right?”
“Yeah, but being a fuusenkunoichi is a lot different from being a farmer.”
“That’s true. Anyways, I have breakfast ready my dear, would you kindly join me?”
“Of course Tomoko-sensei. I have nowhere to go but here.” giggled Kamiko.
“Hmmm, maybe I should have rephrased that question, since you thought it was a nice little joke.” bluntly replied Tomoko.
“Sorry Tomoko-sensei. It’s just that you talk so formally, like a court lady would.”
“Yes, you are right. I should really lighten up my language.”
“Oh no! I wasn’t suggesting anything…”
“Do not worry Kamiko. You are not the only one learning around here.” confided the ex-noble-woman.
Tomoko and Kamiko sat down near the front door of the Temple to eat breakfast. It was a beautiful day outside so both the girls decided to eat outside to enjoy it, rather than inside. There was a white wooden container between them both.
“Wow, It’s so clear outside, and bright!” gleamed Kamiko.
“Yes, that was a good idea there Kamiko. We need to get out more often to enjoy the outdoors when we have leisure time.”
Kamiko paused a moments and took a couple whiffs of herself. She scrunched up her face a bit.
“Oof, I really need to clean myself! I’ve been getting so tinky and sweaty under this rubber suit!”
“You do know why you wear that suit, right Kamiko?”
“Er, it keeps my body together when my body stretches?”
“Well, yes. But it also keeps your body very warm. When you have a warm body, it helps heat up the air that’s strapped inside your body. The ki that your body harnesses and utilizes heats up the air, and in return the tight rubber of the suit helps keep all that air in. You could say you are sort of a, hot air balloon of some kind.”
“Wow, I never thought of it that way.”
“Well, everything needs a reason for how they function.
“There is a stream near here, about north. Do you want to clean yourself up there?” Tomoko asked.
“Yes please. I’m really stinky right now.”
“Heh heh, you are a ripe young girl. And I suppose you need some good food to keep yourself fresh.” Tomoko opened the lid to the container, it was filled almost to the brim with a red pasty mass. Kamiko eyes lit up with glee.
“Wow! Red Bean Paste! Is it sweet?”
“The merchant I bought it from said it was reasonably so. Sweet enough, but not extremely so.”
“Good enough for me!”
Tomoko only had about a third of the paste, she was not extremely hungry so she let Kamiko have the rest. Kamiko wanted to wolf it all down, but she didn’t want to make a rude scene in front of Tomoko-sensei so she ate it gracefully, leaving none left after five minutes of eating.
Kamiko laid on her back, rubbing her belly with content.
“That is the best red bean I have eaten sensei.” she complimented.
“Thank you my dear. The man I got it from is a good friend of mine.”
“He’s a good cook too!”
“Also he puts extra fiber into the paste, just to make it healthy as well as tasty.” added Tomoko.
Just as Tomoko finished that sentence, Kamiko let out a slight “Oop!” and started rubbing her stomach.
“Sensei, I feel like I’m blowing up, but I’m not sucking in air!” noted the startled Kamiko.
“Uh oh. Maybe he put a bit too much fiber in this batch.” Replied Tomoko.
Kamiko’s stomach began to slowly and gradually bulge outwards. After about a minute she looked like she was a few months pregnant.
“Ummm, I’m used to inflating, but I’m not controlling this sensei!”
“No worries dear. You just seem to have a bad case of gas here. You will not get very big.”
“Uggghh, I shouldn’t have eaten it so quickly.” groaned Kamiko. Her belly now looked like it was at full term and still growing, her limbs too were beginning to bulge slightly.
“Um, sensei, am I going to float?”
“No, like I said, you will not get big enough.”
Kamiko’s body continued to stretch and balloon, her arms and hands plumped into soft squeaky masses. Her cheeks also began to slightly bulge in unison with her body and limbs. After a couple more minutes, Kamiko’s accidental little expansion finally stopped. She stood up straight, but she was comically bloated like someone had stuck an air pump into her and inflated her like a life raft. Tomoko stood up and walked behind the bulgy Kamiko. She took a good look at her backside and noticed the large globular nature of her bulbous butt-cheeks, all blue and shiny, glistening in the calm morning sun.
“My, you are a little more curvy here especially!” joked the amused Tomoko.”
“You’re mean sensei!” pouted the blushing balloon girl.
“Oh let me have fun my sweet little pufferfish! You look cute!” giggled Tomoko. Kamiko continued to blush with both embarrassment and amusement. “Well Kamiko, the only way you can deflate yourself is by letting all that gas. However, let me tell you, I do not want you stinking up my temple so go out to that stream and do your business there!” Tomoko pointed towards the north part of the clearing where the bamboo forest stood.
“Fine sensei. It’ll take me a while to get there since I don’t really feel like inflating myself any more right now.”
“It is your choice dear.”
Kamiko began to walk, but with a funny waddling motion that a penguin would make. As she moved her puffy arms rubbed against her tight rubbery body and her bloated thighs grazed each other, creating a barrage of dull squeaky balloon noises. Her butt-cheeks in particular made a nice loud squeak each time they squeezed together with each step.
“Do not forget to disguise yourself Kamiko-chan!” Shouted Tomoko as Kamiko began to near the edge of the clearing. Upon hearing her mentor’s command she pulled the rubbery mask molded onto her suit’s neck, hiked it up, and slipped it over her mouth.
After about forty-five minutes of squeaky waddling, Kamiko finally spotted a small clearing. Within was a pristine and clear meter-wide creek that flowed through the dark ground. She moved out into the clearing and stared at the calm mini-river in front of her, it looked good enough to bathe in a bit. The sound it emitted soothed Kamiko’s nerves, since they had been tested from forty-five minutes of nonstop squeaking.
“Finally, I can give myself a good washing, but I need to get all this gas out of me. That bean paste really bloated me good.” Kamiko pondered. “I just hope nobody is going to hear the huge farts that I am about to let off. They’d probably even wake Amaterasu since she’s slumbering now.”
Kamiko looked around her, just to check if anyone was around; there was nothing. She squatted down slightly and bent over as much as she could. Her face scrunched up as she strained her bowls and then the next thing she heard was an earth-shattering…
“FLUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPT!”
As the humongous blast of flatulence burst forth from Kamiko’s ballooned and vibrating butt. It slightly expanded her suit a bit, flew upwards, and exited out of the opening of her mask. She caught a slight whiff of her own expelled gas and furrowed her brow in disgust. Kamiko let out a little “Poo!” and reached her hand up to her nose and pinched it. Quickly, Kamiko pulled down her mask and stretched it open a bit in order to allow the second round of gas to escape more efficiently. Also she looked down and noticed that she was half the size that she used to be, and she could probably get herself back to her normal physical form with another big fart. She clenched her right forefinger and thumb even firmer over her nostrils, grunted, and then let loose with a big fat…
“POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFFSSSSSSSsssssssst!”
Her black shiny ponytail flew upwards like a wolf’s tail in a hurricane as the second burst of gas flew from her bowels. Kamiko’s once bulged-up body had quickly shrunken back into her normal athletic and slim build. Just as she stood up straight again, still reeling after the blast, Kamiko let a tiny little squeak of excess gas slip through her buttocks. “Excuse me.” she meekly and jokingly whispered.
A kilometer away, Tomoko sat contently on the steps of the temple as she stared towards the north, trying to picture the spectacle that just happened with Kamiko.
“Like I said before, she is a ripe little girl.” she confidently wisecracked to herself.
Kamiko stood hip-deep in the water that passed through the middle of the stream. She had slipped off her stinky rubber suit and began to wash it out. In order to give it a good rinse, Kamiko stretched the opening of the suit up and allowed the creek’s current to fill it up with water. After giving it a reasonable fill, Kamiko closed up the neck, and sloshed the water inside around for a good five minutes, and then she dumped it all out with a sploosh. She repeated this process a couple of times and then let the suit sit on a wet rock nearby to dry. After cleansing her suit, Kamiko began to splash water all over herself and rub her shiny tanned nude body. First she rubbed her breasts with a couple quick circular motions, jiggling them about, then she rubbed her thighs, belly, buttocks, and other crevices on her beautiful and slightly muscled body. She felt really refreshed and cleansed, especially after all the work that she had done during the past week. After fifteen minutes of vigorous bathing and rinsing, Kamiko finished up by washing her hair. She undid the blue rubber band that held her ponytail and allowed her hair to droop straight down. Then Kamiko squatted down into the crisp water and let her hair hang down into the stream, put her hands to her head, and rinsed her hair out good for a minute. Finally she stood straight up and headed back to dry land. She shook her entire body by swishing her hips and chest around to allow all the excess water droplets that clung to her smooth skin to fly off. Kamiko then grabbed hold of her hair and wrung it out, allowing streams of water to trickle from its silky strands and onto the ground below. “Ooohhhh, that felt great.” Kamiko thought to herself.
Just before Kamiko reached down to pick up her special rubber suit, she stopped and swiveled her head slowly around, left and right, checking to see if anyone might be watching her. The last thing she wanted was somebody watching her dress. Tomoko wanted Kamiko to keep a very low profile and this meant having limited contact with people of the outside world. After looking around for a few seconds Kamiko saw nothing. She grabbed her slinky blue suit and walked over to a group of trees to hide behind and change.
Homare walked with his trademark swagger through the damp and cool bamboo forest. He liked to swivel his shoulders towards the left and right as he strode confidently along his own path. The young man lifted his right arm and brushed his scraggly black hair as he contemplated his current location within the forest. Like many others that walked through, Homare felt a bit lost and confused.
“Hmmph, that’s the last time I listen to Benten for possible shortcuts. This place is hopeless to get out of!” he stewed to himself.
“Lessee, I walked straight into the forest and just continued straight into it, but then there was that time I tripped on the rock and… Ah hell! I got up and went the wrong direction! Crap!” The frustrated Homare spied a little rock on the ground and kicked it in anger. He then put both his hands under his belt and kept walking straight ahead with a gloomy look on his face. After a few minutes of solemn strolling, Homare’s ears perked up to the sound of a trickling creek. “Hey, there’s some flowing water near here, maybe it can guide me out of this damn forest!”
He lifted his feet to jog towards the sound, and a half a minute later he came across the stream. It simmered with silver light reflected off of the early afternoon sun rays peeking through the stalks of the bamboo high above.
“All right! I can finally get somewhere now!”
Immediately he began to follow the stream in the direction that the current flowed. He did this for a minute or two until he began to feel a bit tired. He stopped and knelt down beside the shore of the creek.
“I need some water before I go on. I haven’t had a drink all day.” he thought.
Homare cupped his hands and dipped them into the frigid water. He brought the water in his palms closer to his lip, but he stopped short and listened. He heard what sounded like the rustling of a group of small bamboo stalks. Looking back up in front of him, he saw a group of bamboo stalks in front of him rustling around a bit, somebody was behind them.
Quickly, Homare stood up and stared at the animated stalks and let the cool water drop out of his hands. He put his fists in front of him and took a fighting stance. Steadily he stood perched in a state of alertness, waiting for the hidden person or animal to emerge. A lone drop of sweat trickled down from Homare’s forehead and across his right cheek. Finally after almost a minute of tense waiting, the figure emerged from the bamboo. It was a somewhat tall girl, five foot five in height and with an athletic build. She wore a sleek and shiny skintight dark blue bodysuit with molded-in feet, gloves, and a mask that hid her petite jaw from view. A black bandanna with kanji in the middle of it adorned her forehead; Homare could not read them from this distance. Kamiko’s face looked at the ground and lifted her arms above her head, tying her shiny black hair into a ponytail with a thick blue rubber band. After she fastened it into place she looked up and jumped back in shock, gasping at the young man crouched into a fighting stance on the other side of the creek. He slowly stood out of the stance, but kept his hands balled up into fists straight out in front of his face.
“Who are you!?” Kamiko yelled.
“What are you?” Homare sneered.
“I, I, I’m just getting dressed” Kamiko muttered.
“Well, I’m lost.” Homare unclenched his fists and put his arms at his sides. He looked silently at Kamiko and lifted an eyebrow her strange ninja attire. She blushed at his analytical gaze.
“I have to admit, that’s a strange yet very sexy outfit you’ve got there girl.” grinned Homare.
“Please! I’m not an object to look at!”
“Sorry, but I’ve never seen a girl wear that strange thing before. What are you, a traveling performer?” asked Homare.
“Er, well, I guess you could say that.” Kamiko blushed even more and scratched her head.
“You look a little lost too girl.”
“Actually, I know my way around here…” Kamiko did not want to reveal that she lived around the forest. Tomoko forbade her to make any mention of where she lived.
“Really? Well would you mind lending me a hand? I’m pulling my hair out by the roots figuring out how to get out if this place.”
Kamiko stood quiet for a second, wondering if she should really help this stranger out, but he seemed pretty trustworthy.
“Are you a thief or a bandit of any sort?” Kamiko asked.
“Er, well, if I have done any thieving or banditry, I’ve been pretty lousy at it. Hah hah!” Homare giggled at his little joke. Kamiko gave a few faint giggles herself.
“Hmmm, I see no harm in helping you out but all I ask for you in return is that you mention to no one that you saw me here.”
“Sounds like a good trade off. Especially since it doesn’t involve me paying you something, or, er, ‘doing’ something.”
“Okay, in that case here is what I want you to do. Lay down on the ground belly-first and grab my ankles.”
“What!?” Gasped Homare “What are you going to do, fly like a birdie and have me hang onto your talons?” he joked.
“Pretty much.” Kamiko replied.
“Er, seriously, you can fly? I’m not in the mood of playing your strange circus pranks.” Homare started feeling suspicious about Kamiko.
“If you want to get out of here, just follow what I saw, no questions asked.”
“All right, fine.” Homare ran towards the stream, jumped across it, and ran towards Kamiko. He stopped, laid down on his stomach, and grabbed her ankles.
“My they’re dainty.” he complemented.
“They won’t be for long.” smiled Kamiko.
After speaking, Kamiko began to breath in and out a few times, taking deep breaths with each heave of her lungs. Homare just looked straight ahead and waited. Finally Kamiko began to inhale a huge quantity of air. Her body began to expand and round out like it would under a typical inflation. Homare looked up and his eyes almost jumped out of his sockets in surprise.
“Ahhhhh! What the hell are you doing to yourself!?”
“Don’t let go! Just keep grasping my dainty little ankles!”
“You sure aren’t looking too dainty yourself right now!”
“Kamiko keep expanding her shiny and smooth blue body, growing larger and rounder with each second. Homare kept grasping her ankles as hard as he could. They began to plump and fill with air, Homare could feel the air pushing his fingers further and further away from each other, but yet he still managed to dig them into the ballooning rubber surface and keep a good hold.
“You’re not going to explode on me, are you girl?”
“I’ve done this so many times, just keep holding on!”
Kamiko was now reaching twenty feet in diameter. Homare did not see a slim and athletic girl anymore but instead a large round blue blimp that obscured his vision. He felt her taut body suddenly warm up and that is when she began to lift into the air.
“Yaahhhhhhgh! You really are flying!” screamed the shocked Homare.
Kamiko began to lift further and further into the air. Homare’s hung down vertically, still hanging on to the ballooning girl’s ankles as his own left the ground. He kicked his legs around slightly as he took off into flight with Kamiko.
“Don’t kick around! I need stability!”
“Sorry!” By this time Kamiko had stopped inflating and both she and the frightened Homare began to reach the surface of the bamboo forest canopy. Just a brief moment later they had both ascended at least twenty feet above the canopy and Kamiko stopped her vertical climb. Then she turned her huge body a full one-hundred and eighty degrees around and started to fly forwards.
“Since you seem to be trying to get northeast I can take you that direction and drop you off and the other side. Next time, please don’t go through the forest, its way too easy to get lost.” shouted Kamiko.
“Uh, I’m not going to fall, r-right?” stuttered the uneasy Homare.
“Just don’t let your grip get quaky and everything should be fine.” hollered Kamiko. It was tough to let her voice be heard to Homare on the other side of her huge round body, so she did the best she could to project it towards him at maximum volume.
Homare calmed his nerves down and tried to enjoy the smooth ride.
“Wow, I’ll bet not many people have seen a sight like this.” he observed.
“Well, I see everything from this height practically everyday. It gets dull after a while.”
“I can’t imagine, really!”
Homare kept rotating his head slowly, looking at the panoramic view of the world that he had, almost one-hundred feet from the ground. In the distance ahead was a huge mountain with a snow-capped peak and at its base was a few cluttered groups of rice paddies. Behind him he could almost see the slight glimmer of the sunlight bouncing off the ocean waves. They were both lucky to have caught such magnificent view on such a clear and bright day.
“We sort of had an informal meeting there, what’s your name?” asked Homare.
Kamiko didn’t say anything back for a few seconds. Tomoko told her not to give away her identity in any way. Quickly Kamiko tried to come up with a fake name in her mind.
“Can you hear me?” cried Homare.
“It’s, er, Minako! I’m Minako!” replied Kamiko.
“Minako eh? Cute name. Despite the fact that most of the Minakos I’ve met aren’t! You’re the prettiest one of the bunch I have met!”
“You’re not trying to flatter me, aren’t you?”
“No serious, you have to see the gals to believe me.”
“Well, I’m certain they’re a lot skinnier than me.”
“Hey, you look like a fit gal, well, before you blow yourself up.”
“Yeah, my ability doesn’t really do wonders to my figure.”
“By the way, my name is Homare. I’m the wiseguy of my group.”
“Your group?”
“Er, of friends, yeah.”
Kamiko could tell that Homare himself had a few secrets to hide from that last comment. She began to feel a little more comfortable in regards to how she perceived him since she had to put on his act.
“So Minako.” Homare spoke up. “I imagine you have some sort of wacky teacher who teaches you how to turn into a balloon and all.”
“Er, yeah, you could say that. But he’s gone unfortunately. He passed away a few months ago.”
“Sorry to hear about that.”
“He was a great teacher; he made sure I put on the best show available for the people to see.”
“You know, that’s funny, because I don’t ever remember anybody talking about a show where a guy or girl could inflate themselves.”
“We tend to play in a very limited area.”
“Ah, I see.”
Suddenly Homare felt himself and Kamiko drop downwards a bit. She was starting to descend. Homare looked ahead and instead of a massive sea of bamboo underneath him was now a dry golden field of grass.
“So this is the end of the ride?”
“Yup. Keep your feet down and hold on, it might be a bumpy landing.”
Homare tried to position himself in a good landing position as Kamiko approached the ground. Just as his feet were about to touch the ground he let go of Kamiko’s feet, fell forwards onto his stomach, and then quickly got back up. He dusted himself off with his hands and looked up to see Kamiko flying upwards again. She turned around back towards the direction from which she and Homare had come and began to fly back over the forest.
“Hey thanks Minako! Hope to see your act sometime!”
“You’re welcome!”
Kamiko then strained her face a bit to accelerate herself, and flew over the towering bamboo stalks and disappeared.
“The guys are right; you do meet some weird folks in the forest.” Homare rubbed his head and then walked away.
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