The Balloon

Lizzy tossed her bag on the couch as she slammed the door shut, laughing to herself after the trip to the mall. One of the positives about being her, was that people seemed too afraid to approach her which allowed Lizzy to do just about whatever she wanted. In her early twenties, Lizzy stood five foot five. Her pale skin and rather svelte figure was littered with various henna tattoos while her face had piercings all over it. Lizzy had five piercings in each ear, along with her tongue, nostril and even the bridge of her nose which had two studs on either side just below her emerald eyes. Brushing her jet black hair, highlighted with purple streaks out of her eye, Lizzy yanked off her black combat boots and sat down on the couch, opening her bag to go through all the items she had lifted from various stores.

The haul was really good as she had visited a jewelry store and picked up a beautiful necklace, which had little emeralds at the bottom. She also hit up the electronics store, snaking a few CD’s. The last place she visited was a new store which sold various little trinkets. The shop owner claimed that they had magical properties, but Lizzy knew darn well the owner was full of it. Magic didn’t exist and it was stupid to even think otherwise. Regardless, the box Lizzy lifted was beautiful, with rubies, sapphires, and of course emeralds all over it. Needing to use the bathroom, Lizzy put the box on her coffee table and went to relieve herself, stopping in the kitchen on her way back to grab an energy drink.

When she returned to the living room Lizzy stopped, seeing a single green balloon floating over her coffee table, tied around the ornate box. She called out to see if anyone was there but no one answered. Lizzy walked around a bit before settling back down, grabbing a small pin to pop the balloon. When she pressed the pin into it though it didn’t pop. She looked at the pinpoint again touching it to her finger. While it wasn’t the sharpest thing in the world, it was certainly sharp enough to break some thin rubber balloon! She tried again and again but to no avail. Lizzy drug her tongue over her own teeth and grinned, grabbing the end of the balloon and pulling on it, electing to use her own teeth to pop it. Before long, she was practically gnawing on it with the end stretched out and her six front teeth biting down. She exhaled as she bit and when Lizzy inhaled, the balloon broke, all the helium inside funneling down her throat. Lizzy gagged and staggered back, falling on the couch. She cleared her throat and spoke, hearing her normal voice which was odd considering the amount of helium she had just inhaled but quickly shrugged it off and turned on the TV.

The TV show was coming to an end and Lizzy shifted forward to grab the remote when she felt an odd pressure while trying to lean forward. She looked down and tilted her head. For some reason, her stomach seemed a little larger than she remembered it. Bringing a hand to it, her shirt popped up revealing a slightly fuller paunch, sort of like how it would feel if Lizzy had eaten a large meal. Chalking it up to bloating Lizzy stood up and walked to the bathroom to wash her face. As she walked however, there was a nagging pressure in her backside. Lizzy stopped walking and moved her hands back there, only to meet her flesh much sooner that she normally would have. While she had always thought about what it would be like to have curves, Lizzy was beginning to get a bit nervous. She had experienced bloating in her stomach before, but her backside? That was different. As she got to the bathroom and ran the cold water her breasts pushed out, enough that Lizzy gasped and stood straight up to look. Having been an A-cup all her life she never even bothered wearing a bra however it was obvious that they weren’t A-cups any longer. Her joy in finally having some curves was short lived as she felt her stomach, breasts, and backside push out again. The tight Metallica T-shirt pushed upwards again revealing her midriff while Lizzy’s belted jeans strained against her growing backside. “Okay Lizzy, this is just some kind of stupid dream. You must have fell asleep on the couch or something.”

Lizzy moved to her bedroom pulling off the belted jeans and putting on a loose pair of pajama bottoms. While pulling up the pajamas, Lizzy’s hands slid against the skin of her backside and she wasn’t sure, but did she hear a squeak? Those thoughts were quickly washed away by the pleasurable feeling just by grazing her hips. Pulling off her T-shirt, Lizzy put on the matching pajama top and looked at herself in the mirror. When she looked, her body tingled again as her breasts surged forward to a full C-cup while her stomach inflated, looking like she was six months pregnant. Stepping closer, Lizzy saw that her pale skin had a soft shine to it. She pinched herself and jumped, rubbing the spot she pinched. She wasn’t dreaming. The soft sound of a helium tank rung in her ears as she felt her body bloat again. Her hands flew to her breasts, moaning as she touched the now D-cup breasts. As afraid as she was, the sensation of touching her growing assets was wonderful! Lizzy stood, staring at herself, running her hands over her body for several minutes, her eyes closed as she relished in the warmth her body was feeling. Her mind was broken out of the pleasure when she felt her body inflate again and this time, it wasn’t a small inflation. Lizzy screamed as her breasts blew up past an E-cup while her belly looked overdue. Her backside strained the previously loose pajama pants, part of her cheeks pushing out over the waistband. “I need help,” she cried out loud to no one and began moving to the door the get back downstairs.

While Lizzy moved, she could feel her legs starting to stiffen. As she looked down to the side, her thighs, and calves were thickening rapidly. She reached her cell phone and began to text one of her friends. She only got halfway through when the phone feel to the ground. Lizzy stared at her hand as her fingers thickened more and more, her arms following suit. By the time it stopped Lizzy’s fingers were so fat and full, she couldn’t clench them into a fist! Her body redoubled its growth, her T-shirt barely holding the basketball sized breasts while the waistband of her pajamas had ridden down, her backside prominently showing. Lizzy lifted a leg to move and felt her feet billow out too much like her hands. Her skin was extremely shiny now, looking just like…that balloon! “No no no, I’m not turning into a balloon! Why does this feel so wonderful! Oh my God, what if I blow up too much?!”

Lizzy’s cheeks puffed out as her face thickened, though not as much as the rest of her body. Lizzy’s lips pushed outward as her belly doubled in size, now big enough to house overdue triplets. She tried to bring her inflated foot back down to the ground however, all she felt was air. Her breasts grew, the pajama top tearing slightly as Lizzy realized, she wasn’t on the ground anymore! She flailed her thickened arms trying to settle back to the ground but all she did was tilt forward, now staring at the ground. Her body inflated again and she rose higher towards the ceiling. Her pajama bottoms were tight around her torpedo-sized thighs as Lizzy began to panic. What if she popped? At least she was inside so she didn’t have to worry about floating away. Another growth spurt found her huge backside pressed against the ceiling as every part of her inflated, her arms and legs slowly starting to absorb into her body. “Pwease, I don’t wanf foo pop! I’m so sorry for what I’ff done! Pweasth! Pweasth!!!”

Her body expanded again, the pressure making her tremble as it felt like she couldn’t take any more. Lizzy felt a rumble inside her and passed out.

Lizzy awoke laying on the couch still in her Metallica shirt and belted jeans. Sighing, she got up and put on her combat boots. It may have only been a dream but the message was clear. Getting her keys, she left not seeing her favorite pajamas in the corner ripped to shreds. Lizzy went back to the mall and returned the items she had stolen. The owner of the antique shop smiled, thanking Lizzy for being honest in the end. Lizzy walked out waving to the owner, who waved back and grinned, seeing Lizzy’s shirt begin to rise up off her stomach…

THE END?