I'm a Ballooning Girl (Uber Inflation Ending)

I am a proud owner of the Balloon Candy Factory, a giant factory that goes through huge lengths to transform people into balloons using candy. Whether it’s cats killed by curiosity or the most willing test subjects, the result is the same. They come in as they were, and leave feeling different. Today, I’ve decided it was my turn.

I go down to the Candy Room, where we mass produce our products. From there, I head to the machine that makes Gummy Bloons, the type of gummy shaped like a balloon that blows you up. A new gummy keeps being dispensed literally every second, and it falls into a crate sized bin. I pick one out of that bin and pop it in my mouth. After swallowing it, I start to feel a tingling feeling all over my chest. Then my breasts inflate to the size of basketballs. They were also soft and squeaky, like actual balloons. I eat another gummy and this time I feel something over my thighs. My butt begins to swell up so big it makes my knees press together. I now have the most impressive figure around. I eat another gummy and it makes my belly inflate. It blows up until it’s the size of a yoga ball.

Eating one more gummy, I feel a tingle everywhere. Everything grows with air simultaneously. Even my arms are starting to grow. Within seconds, I grow into a very round and chubby girl, with beasts the size of watermelons, puffy cheeks, and very stubby arms and legs. I can move them, but I can’t put them down.

Now to have some fun with my ballooned body. I stomp, bounce, roll around, and jam myself in doorways, like the happy and helpless balloon I am.

All of that was just the beginning, for I’m well aware of everything else balloons were made to do. I soon find myself rolling into the Blimp Room, a giant room fitting enough for those who want to get way bigger. It’s large enough to contain several dozen rows of military aircrafts.

More Gummy Bloons are being stored inside two rows of huge metal vases. Every vase is filled to the brim with the stuff from underneath, so it only takes one to satisfy a crowd. I walk to the best of my ability towards one of the vases and use what movement I have left in my arms to open the lid. Then I inhale like a vacuum to suck up all the Gummy Bloons inside the vase and stuff them in my cheeks like a squirrel. Then I waddle to the center of the Blimp Room before swallowing all of those gummies and have them take effect.

And then, I begin to inflate once more.

My limbs soon turn into divots and my cheeks puff up bigger as my body continues to grow. My breasts blow up bigger than yoga balls and are still swelling. They, along with my limbs, soon begin to merge with my ballooning body and disappear, while my head, feet, and hands begin to sink into it. Within minutes, I have become a full and perfect sphere, with no evidence I was a human to begin with.

My hands, feet, and head sink deeper and deeper into my expanding body as it takes more and more space of the Blimp Room. My overstuffed cheeks turn red along with my face, as a sign the point of bursting is coming close. The rate of my expansion slows down, and as soon as my head touches the ceiling, everything stops completely. Here I am, a girl daring enough to eat an entire vase filled to the brim with her own candies, blown up way bigger than a weather balloon, taking a wide amount of space in the room.

So this is what being a living inflatable feels like.