Full Body Inflation

I started to inhale.

I notice air filling up in me.

I look down at my stomach and it was growing.

I kept inhaling and I kept swelling.

My arms were blowing up, my legs were getting thicker.

It came to me that I was blowing up like a balloon.

My clothes started to stretch, felling tighter and tighter, I'm afraid they
might burst.

I suddenly felt lightness under my feet.

I was floating like I was a balloon.

I rose up to the ceiling, still swelling.

Ben was a young 16 year old boy who loved eating and watching TV. This lifestyle from a young age meant Ben was always overweight and generally took the honors since kindergarten to high school, as being the fattest. Ben attributed to this to his love of inflation; his desire was always to become so huge that he would have to be rolled around like violet in Willy Wonka.

Shawn had awoken over six hours ago; enough time that she might have reconciled herself to the present circumstances. Not a chance. Rattling the ancient rolled iron cuffs that held her hands together, suspended nearly arm length above her head by the equally elderly chain that ran up the rock hewn wall, she growled softly at the back of her throat while her mind frantically ran over the events of the last few days.

Tia ate all of the balloons she had left over. Meanwhile, Carrie had deflated some and her head now stuck out from her body.

"I don't think that's a good idea." She said.

"You seemed to like it. I want to try." Tia replied. She looked down at her breasts. They were still normal. "C'mon!" she started bouncing them up and down with her hands. "Why isn't this working?"

Carrie noticed that a balloon laid on the floor by Tia. "You missed one by your feet." She said.