My Ballooning Superpower: The Story (Infinite Ending)

This is a story based on one of my quizzes I did a while back.

I have an amazing new super power. I can blow up like a balloon.

Back in my past, I would often picture myself as a giant human balloon, being blown up as big as I want. It wasn’t until one day when a stranger forced me to drink some bizarre chemical compound. It rearranged my molecules in every which way possible. If it was an attempt to kill me for no reason, it backfired, because later that night, I heard a hissing sound inside of me and I started blowing up out of nowhere, and it was the most awesome experience. What’s better? I even learned to control it.

Today, I done my very own super-ultra long elastic jumpsuit for any size I could achieve. While I know I could inflate myself now, I don’t know how big I can get.

I concentrate and suck in my gut as deep as I can until it triggers a hissing sound, and just like that, I start inflating. My arms, legs, belly, butt, chest, and back all start to grow simultaneously. My cheeks puff up while my body rounds up to a sphere within a minute. The divots that are my limbs also dissolve and disappear, leaving my head, hands, and feet alone. This is as big as I normally make myself on average, but I know I can get bigger.

My head, feet, and hands start to sink into my jumpsuit as my body continues to balloon. Instead of rounding up any more, I’m just expanding larger, covering more space of my own room with each passing second. Soon my body starts to press against the walls and the ceiling and is still growing. The walls then start to crack and crumble under my expanding mass until I bust through it completely.

I’m amazed. I just outgrew my own room and I’m still showing no signs of me reaching my limits. I can get much bigger.

The feeling of all that air building up inside and expanding me only fuels my happiness. I moan in ecstasy as I soon outgrow my house, and then half the neighborhood. At this point, I begin to suspect that maybe I don’t necessarily have a limit when it comes to my growth, that I can be as big as I want to be, that I can be a giant balloon and still get bigger, and bigger, and bigger.

I snap out of my thoughts when I hear and feel a huge air explosion inside my belly. The hissing inside me then continues, this time with an even greater force. My eyes widen in surprise and excitement as my body blows up bigger and faster than ever before.

I can’t stop it now even if I want to. It’s like a runaway train. All I can do now is sink ever so deeper into my jumpsuit while feeling my cheeks puff up ever so larger as my body already grows bigger than the whole city, and still inflating.

Every additional ounce of pressure makes me feel like I could explode at any minute, but instead I just keep growing. Soon, I notice my surroundings suddenly get dark. I’m so big now, I’m more than half the size of the planet. I’m thinking there’s no way I can get any bigger than this. And yet, it isn’t long before I blow up bigger than the Earth, then bigger than Jupiter, then the Sun, then the entire solar system. Then I outgrow the Milky Way and the whole galaxy. And I still keep growing bigger and bigger, until everything around me suddenly goes white. All that can be seen is a black dot in the center.

This is proof that I really don’t have a limit. I can be as big as I want with no worries. I’m still inflating, but I have enough control now to deflate back to normal, now. And even if I deflate now, I’ll definitely want to try this again!