Miss Chievous Voodoo - F Inflation TF story comm.

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WhiteChapel on discord's character Yeyen.

The soft, playful melody of the carnival outside droned endlessly as Yeyen explored an almost childishly-crude, dimly-lit maze. Full of hand-painted clown faces and dusty mirrors. It was clearly intended to be a lukewarm thrill for even the youngest or most cowardly customers. Yeyen, a curvaceous and beautiful bleach-blonde Yautja woman, wandered the narrow plywood halls of the maze with her usual laid-back curiosity. She felt the presence of another nearby and wondered if a bed-sheet adorned teenager would pop out with an unconvincing “boo” before the dim orange bulbs illuminating the maze around her flickered and winked out. The carnival melody slowed down to a deep crawl before the speaker made a loud, scratchy pop and went silent. Yeyen easily remembered the direction she came into the tent from and went for her pocket to light up her way with her cellphone. Another loud click and instead of the lights returning, Yeyen was suddenly bathed in blacklight. All over the dingy old painted walls were covered in erratic doodles of grinning faces in fluorescent orange, pink and green. They pointed the way down the narrow hall that seemed to twist unnaturally.

Yeyen was well-acquainted with magic. A kind of witch herself, she could feel no malice from the aura of this place and relaxed. Yeyen was impressed. She didn’t expect such a magical twist and followed the arrows, eager after such a bland, mundane maze. The curious Yautja turned a corner into a dead-end made of mirrors that did not reflect her, but instead, seemed to peer into a parallel world, of an large empty circus tent with a small stage in the center. Yeyen stepped backwards reflexively and bumped into a new wall right behind her, also made of the strange glass that shone nothing but the darkness outside of the solitary ring in the opposite mirror. She peered in and saw a lonely female clown clad in black and red, cartwheeling into a little jump. Striking a pose towards Yeyen, she outstretched her gloved hand. The clown’s almost squeaky high-pitched, far-off voice echoed as she saw Yeyen, beckoning her to come closer. “You’re just in time for the show! Come on in!”

With a soft exhale, Yeyen slowly blinked as she stepped into the glass, feeling the cool autumn air around her turn into a humid, stale, nothing. It didn’t feel warm or cold, but was still uncomfortable, almost like she was inside a sweaty pocket. She looked around and felt the oppressive aura close in around her and the clown. This was a tiny but powerful dimension, held together with little more than a wisp of some large-thing’s whims. Yeyen was not nervous but quietly gauged her surroundings as she approached the stage. The violet-pigtailed clown was busying herself with smoothing out a wrinkle in her revealing black bodice. The clown girl’s gigantic, ghostly-pale breasts threatened to spill out of the heart-shaped cups as she wiggled absently. Yeyen was momentarily distracted by the peculiar getup worn by the creature. Striped black and red- very tight, almost erotic ballerina clown attire, with minimal face-paint, dark sclera eyes with pale orange rings glowing softly within looked up at Yeyen and flickered a frightening intelligence for only the briefest moment, that the Yautja wondered if she had seen anything at all. She usually liked to give a warm first impression and, with a practiced and gentle smile, introduced herself to the clown. 

“Hello, I couldn’t help but accept your invitation. My name is Yeyen, does this dimension belong to you?” Yeyen asked with a honey-sweet tone, hand outstretched. 

The clown grabbed her hand and shook Yeyen with comical assertiveness. “Name’s Miss Chievous, friend! Great ta meetcha!” When the clown let go, Yeyen looked down to find her cartoonishly squeezed hand painlessly re-inflate back to normal. 

“Well, this is a peculiar place. What sorts of silliness do you get up to in here?” Yeyen asked, watching the clown with her expert smile. The jiggly clown girl poofed out from in front of the Yautja with a glittery violet puff of smoke and then wrapped an arm over her shoulder from beside her.


“I got a friend. A real friend… I think. Anyway, she told me this funny story. She told me a few days ago you gave her a potion to make her popular with the boys? And when she drank it, she transformed into a bottle of beer!” The clown snorted a stifled laugh. “That is funny stuff. She didn’t think it was, but I told her she was a stout, so… y”know. She’s more into dark humor.”

 Yeyen remembered the girl. Emily was her name? It didn’t really matter. It came with the territory when young pretty girls seek out witches… they got what they wished for. This clown though… didn’t seem like a witch. Her aura was much like this little dimension: stiflingly intense and uncomfortable. She smirked to show the clown she got her pun and planned on whisking herself out of this place as soon as it was polite. “Is your friend still upset about my little prank?” 

The clown sat down on nothing right next to Yeyen and folded a leg over the other, bouncing her candy-apple red oversized clown-shoe heels. “A little. She was probably more upset that I drank her. Stouts aren't my favorite, but a beer between old friends is always nice.” The clown flashed a wicked grin and burped loudly. 

Yeyen didn’t show it on her face, but the odd dimension around her seemed less placid suddenly. Like in all that darkness far off on the edges of the circus tent, all manner of things were gazing into her. The Yautja was careful not to expose anything that could be seen as a weakness to unusual creatures on the outskirts of reality, as they tended to fixate on them. The clown studied her a moment with those orange glowing eyes, hopped up suddenly out of her “seat”, and got close to Yeyen’s face with an excited bounce. “Do ya wanna see a cool thing I made?!” She pulled out from nowhere a plushie hand-made glossy polyester fabric doll. The body was a muddy brown and it had pink button eyes. It was a bit crude, but Yeyen could tell that this doll was a loose facsimile of herself. It had her slender Yautja tusks on each end of its crooked smile and even her generous curves and blonde dreads.

“Is this me?” She asked the clown with her trademark polite cheerfulness. And with a sound that reminded Yeyen of a baby rattle, Miss Chievous nodded emphatically. Yeyen recognized a Voodoo doll when she saw one and if she thought for a moment that she could get away with snatching it out of the clown’s hand unscathed, she would have. 

“What did you have in mind for it?” Yeyen asked, lowering her fake smile and tone to one of complete understanding. The clown pulled the doll close and gave it a hug. Yeyen felt the squeeze all over her body and she compressed slightly just like the doll for a moment. It didn’t hurt, but demonstrated quite convincingly that the Voodoo was working.

“I think I would like to give you a present, prankster to prankster.” The clown said, cradling the doll against her chest. Yeyen felt it but ignored the soft yet clammy sensation bathing her right side. “You’ve been such a good sport, it’d be real nasty of me to do anything too crazy to your doll. Dontcha think?” The clown girl turned over the rubbery doll and on its backside was a little nozzle. With a grin, Miss Chievous wrapped her ruby-red lips around the nozzle and gently bit down on it slightly. Yeyen felt a warmth escaping herself and her limbs went slightly weak. She was deflating! The air blew out of the nozzle a moment before she sealed her lips around the rubber. 

A shudder ran through Yeyen as she felt herself droop. Miss Chievous enjoyed every moment, every emotion marring the Yautja’s practiced confidence before beginning to blow. The rush of air into her felt intense and her limbs seized like the doll’s. The space surrounding the woman filled with a heavy, pink mist that blobbed together and split like a lava lamp. Yeyen had nothing to grab onto as the lukewarm breath filled her- and then began to stretch her outwards. Her hips felt the bizarre rubbery stretching sensation first, bulging tightly as the flesh seemed to halt at its natural limit first and then the Voodoo took over, changing her body into stretchy rubber. She put her hands down on her hips and pushed in defiantly, feeling the air squeezing back, and Miss Chievous continued to blow into her with a never-ending breath. Yeyen finally squeaked out a protest that was cut off immediately by her hips, ass and thighs rapidly swelling. They grew and grew, quickly straining her underwear and making her comfortable khakis squeeze her supple skin uncomfortably. The Yaujta's panties stretched as far as they could and buried into the increasingly deep crack of her ass. The front button of her pants suddenly exploded off, shooting far off into the distance before the seams loudly protested, only for a few moments, and burst themselves. Yeyen’s pants gave way further as her backside became larger than the whole rest of the woman’s body, jutting out behind her spine nearly a meter before she felt the same dull strain in her flesh. The air moved down through her thick thighs into her calves and they inflated like balloons as well, tightening as the air competed with her strong musculature. Up into her belly, the air filling her toned abdominal muscles pushed the last vestiges of her waistband to finally erupt into tatters. 

Yeyen wanted to fight back, do something to escape before she was blown up into a blimp, but none of her magic seemed to work here! She was so focused on not agitating the monstrous presence here that she didn’t realize she’d actually fallen into a trap. Suddenly, Miss Chievous paused and pinched the nozzle shut, grinning as she watched Yeyen awkwardly try to maintain her balance. Her body was light, but so wobbly- so unwieldy were her curves… she was like baby deer. “I think I like your booty like that. It's so huge that I bet it’ll make every step jiggle like Jello.” The clown wiggled her hips mockingly and Yeyen bit her tongue, doing her best to hide her displeasure. Devoid of a magical escape, she was pretty much stuck here until the clown got bored. 

“Harumph, no fun.” Miss Chievous huffed, not getting the usual angry feedback from her victim, and shrugged before taking in a deep breath that made her own cheeks and chest expand cartoonishly. With a powerful blast, she blew into the nozzle again.

 It warmed her chest and Yeyen moaned, feeling the hot air tense inside each breast right behind her nipples. They tightly poked out with a rubbery creak, filling as impossibly as her ass had before the flesh of her tits gave way to the magical rubbery sensation. Her baby-blue sports bra held on for only a few moments, as the intense, rapid swelling of her bust overwhelmed it. The straps popped apart with a loud twang and the hooks on the back strained and bent almost immediately. Free, her breasts ballooned outwards unimpeded. The pale flesh of her areolas widening along with them. Her plump, thickened nipples creaked like rubber as they stretched and bounced along with Yeyen’s awkward motion. She could barely keep them from wobbling her down to the floor. The Yaujta had never felt this clumsy before, locking her knees together while desperately trying to hold her tits together while they swelled bigger than her head. Yeyen looked with annoyance into the staring clown’s gleeful expression, her plump red lips still blowing into the doll before the growing crest of the top of each of her massive mammaries blocked the clown from view. Her tits had tripled and then quadrupled in size, rivaling her gigantic derriere in magnitude and roundness. Her curves were so full of Miss Chievous’ magical breath, that they completely ignored gravity and instead were beholden only to the quaking whims of their own jiggliness. Her air-filled body was tight, full, and her assets were incredibly tense. Finally, with each of her chest globes making it impossible for the Yaujta to see down in front of her, she could only guess the expression on her captor’s face as she felt the air filling her stop and then the nozzle was filled with its rubber stopper. 

The sensation sent a ripple through her lower body that made her jiggle for several seconds uncontrollably. A frustrated grunt finally slipped from Yeyen’s lips as she held her arms around herself, but could barely even reach her dinner plate sized areolas. The clown appeared down by Yeyen’s left shoulder, with the doll now perched over her shoulder, its body blown up like four balloons tied together. “You look like a life-raft for a plane crash.” She snorted and clapped Yeyen across the ass before letting out a big belly laugh as the woman yelped and lost control of her jiggling assets again. “I think that’s good enough. Next time I hear you prankin’ one of my buddies, I’ll bring you back for a second round. Capeesh?”

The humiliated, naked Yaujta could only blush and nod helplessly. Suddenly the ground disappeared below her feet and the floor rushed up around her. She stopped short of falling through the floor as she was stopped by her gigantic ass- stuck in the frame of one of the mirrors she’d stepped through. Miss Chievous laughed uproariously before squeezing the doll around its tits and ass. Yeyen felt herself compress like before, this time the intense pressure of the air squeezed through her so tightly, she felt she might burst, until she slipped through the mirror and fell into inky darkness. The clown’s mad laughter echoed all around her as she fell through time and space.

 The dim orange glow flickered and a loud thud echoed through the maze as Yeyen’s massive curves suddenly filled the narrow plywood hallway she was standing in minutes before with a fleshy PLAP! The mist that had enveloped her during her… expansion dissipated and revealed her naked predicament as well as the trip back to reality had made the air filling her into flesh and made her body incredibly heavy. The woman’s magic was no longer stifled by the strange clown’s pocket dimension and she quickly wove a spell to cover herself. Unfortunately, so much fabric was pulled from thin air that Yeyen was forced to cover her bare essentials with a measly little black tube top stretching tightly across her plump nipples and a pair of skin-tight booty shorts that she was certain was see-through in the back. 


With a grunt, the Yaujta threw her hip into the wall and made a hole for herself to not-so-discreetly exit the maze and slip between tents to leave the carnival. Doing her best to keep her heavily-wobbling assets contained, Yeyen swore that she’d put up a sign at her store so nobody who knew Miss Chievous was allowed to shop there again. Ignoring any stares from passersby, she made her way towards her awaiting car to figure out how she’s going to undo a Voodoo curse… Yeyen stopped and looked ahead at her parked 1962 Ford Cortina…

…she’ll have to fit her dump truck ass and mammoth tits inside her car first.