Male/Female

She looked up at her handiwork, a huge pudgy head with fat lips and puffed-out cheeks that would be blimps in their own right, connected to an absolutely monstrous air-filled body that curved to the sides and into the distance, out and above her.  Whatever he expected from her, she was sure it didn't involve transforming him, in the span of minutes, into a human blimp that could probably be seen from space.  He was certainly within eyesight of the people in the city, and considering how swollen his length was he seemed to be enjoying some aspect of it.  It takes all kinds, sh

There's a problem of finding likeminded people in desolate, rural areas such as mine. So I, like many young teenagers at that age, often took to the internet joining a small community here or there sharing interests. One such interest caught my attention, body inflation. I eyed the term quizzically wondering just what the hell it was before clicking.

"Not enough mana? Preposterous!"

Anna paced the room, frustration oozing from her every movement. She cast a venomous look at the grimoire that sat, open and innocent, on her bedside table. The tagged page that stared up at the ceiling bore a long, complex spell, written in a tongue not often spoken by mortals. The language of demons, taboo as it was, was a beautiful language as poetic as it was complicated, and it was vital to casting many spells of overwhelming power. At that moment, the ancient characters seemed to mock her, dancing across the page in fading candlelight.