ROYAL REWARD: Balloon Devilry (Inflation, Popping, Chainsaw Man)

Kobeni felt like she’d pop at any second. 

“Nnn~! Nnnn…!” With a little moan, she pushed herself forward, sending her swollen sphere of a form rolling straight into the nearest wall. Striking it with a squeak, she fought to push herself off again, but with her arms stretched so far apart (not to mention blown to the size of beachballs) it was impossible to even start. In the end, she had to hit the wall with her head, which knocked her back onto her butt at the cost of making her a little dizzy. “Ooo… this is terrible… Why did we have to fight the Balloon Devil? Why couldn’t we fight something fun, like the…?” Her mouth opened and closed, trying and failing to think of something better.

Not everyone was as upset with their new state as Kobeni, however. On the other side of the gymnasium, Power squealed in delight as she careened from one end of the giant room to the other, bouncing her swollen body off the walls with tremendous squeaks. “Look at me! I’m like a cannonball! I bet I could bring down a whole hospital like this!” Kicking off the wall, she sent herself flying across the room towards Kobeni, who could only squeal and flap her hands in terror. 

Mercifully, Power happened to be rolling at slightly the wrong angle, and at the last second her horns ended up jammed between a gap in the floorboards. “H-hey!” she cried, shaking her hands and feet in a futile effort to dislodge herself. “Help! I’m stuck! Someone! …Oh, all the blood’s going to my head… Help!” 

Makima folded her arms with a look of disgust. “Power, Kobeni. Thanks to your mess-up, the Balloon Devil not only remains alive, but it was able to escape Public Safety and go on a spree of inflation that cost the lives of over six hundred Japanese citizens. Do you have anything to say for yourselves?”

Kobeni trembled, big globs of sweat dripping from her face. “I-I take full responsibility, M-Miss Makima.” 

“Yeah!” cried Power. “Yeah, it was all her fault! I wasn’t even there, I swear! I didn’t even meet the Balloon Devil. I just did this myself for the fun of it.” 

Makima’s expression didn’t even flicker. “Fortunately for you two, I’m willing to give you another chance, assuming we can find a way to deflate you. In the meantime, I’ve arranged a new form of transport that should make it easy for the two of you to get around.” She snapped her fingers, and a couple of her goons marched into the room, carrying between them nothing more exciting than a pair of mundane mobility scooters. 

Power laughed. “Hah, who are those stupid things for?” 

*

Kobeni squeaked–both with her mouth and several other, less wholesome places–as Makima’s goons struggled to cram her into the scooter’s seat. It was a tight fit–no, that was an understatement: it was nigh-impossible. If not for the fact her stretched skin seemed to be so elastic, it wouldn’t have been possible at all. 

In the end, however, they accomplished it, leaving a negligible percent of her asscheeks crammed into her seat even as the rest of them spilled over the sides. It also left her with a pair of handles stabbing straight into her sternum, which was incredibly uncomfortable, though by this point Kobeni was in such a state that it barely even registered. “Nnn~! M-Miss Makima… I don’t know if I can…” 

Power, of course, was having the time of her life. “Whoooooo! Look at me goooooo! I’m even faster now!” Somehow, via means Kobeni didn’t care to speculate about, the Fiend had managed to gain control of her scooter, sending it careening about even faster than her rotund body could roll. “Wooooo…!” 

“I’ll leave you to get used to them,” said Makima, stepping out of the gymnasium. 

“M-Miss Makika, wait–!” 

As the doors of the gym slammed shut, Kobeni found herself trembling in terror. “O-oh no…” 

“Hey. Hey, Kobeni,” said Power, driving her scooter in circles around her, so fast she actually left little tire marks on the floor. “What do you think would happen if I drove this thing right into you?” 

“E-eh?” Kobeni started to sweat. “Wh-what would you do that?!” 

“I bet you’d pop!” said Power, laughing uproariously at the thought. 

“I would!” cried Kobeni, in terror. 

“Oh yeah?” said Power. “Should we test it? If you don’t think you’d pop, you’ve got nothing to be afraid of, have you?” 

“I do think I’d pop! Power!” 

Ignoring her, Power backed her scooter away, reversing till she hit the far wall of the gym. “If I hit you might in the center with my horns, that should totally make you pop, shouldn’t it?” 

“It will!” Kobeni squirmed, struggling to make her own scooter move. “Power, stop!” 

“Okay… On the count of three… One… Two… Three!” with a wild laugh, Power revved her scooter’s motor and sent it shooting forward as fast as it could go. …Which wasn’t all that fast, all considered, but it was no less terrifying for Kobedi. 

“Power! Power, wait!” As Power rolled towards her at a terrifying ten miles per hour, Kobeni sweated and squirmed and struggled desperately to get her scooter out of the way. “Pooower!” 

“Ahahaahahahahahahahha!” Finally, Power arrived. Her blown-up boobs bumped in Kobeni’s bloated butt, sending Power flying forward in her seat, and slamming her horns into Kobeni’s backside

“Eeek!” Kobeni squeaked.

“Uh oh,” said Power, as she realized what she’d done. “W-wait. Maybe it’s okay. Maybe I didn’t–” 

With a tremendous bang, Kobeni exploded.

As scraps of her fellow Devil Hunter rained down all around her, Power went pale. “Uh oh.” 

The sound of feet against the floorboards. Power turned just in time to see Makima approach, a deep frown on her face. 

Power swallowed. “Sh-she was like that when I got here, I swear!”