ROYAL REWARD: The Institute: Madoka (Balloonification, Brainwashing, Madoka)

Madoka squealed as they dragged her down the corridor, struggling to pull her arms out of the orderlies’ iron grip. “H-help! Someone help me!” 

“Now, now, Miss Kaname, there’s no need to be like that,” said the suspiciously happy nurse accompanying her. “We’re only trying to help you, after all.” She looked in, her grin filling Madoka’s sight like a crescent moon. “You’re a very, very sick girl, Miss Kaname. We just want to make you feel better again.” 

Madoka whimpered. 

At the nurse’s command, the orderlies dragged her to a door marked with a smiling balloon. It flew open, and they forced her through without slowing. On the other side lay a sprawling, dome-shaped chamber, its smooth white floor lined with gas tanks. Above, hundreds of strangely-colored balloons, all bouncing against each other and… Were they giggling? 

As Madoka stared in shock, the orderlies thrust her forward into the center of the room, where a chair had been prepared for her. Forcing her onto it, they strapped down her arms and legs and stepped back, watching her cautiously. 

“What’s the matter, Madoka?” said the nurse, pursing her lips as if disappointed with her. “Don’t you want to become a big, happy balloon like our other patients?” 

“N-no!” cried Madoka, shaking in fear. 

“That’s okay, I understand,” said the nurse, stepping forward. “Normally we’d begin your inflation straight away, but today we’re going to try something a little different. Is that okay with you, Miss Kaname?” 

“St-stay away from me!” cried Madoka, struggling even harder, but the nurse simply reached into her pocket and produced a small plastic tub. Popping the lid off, she reached in and plucked out a tiny yellow pillow styled with a smiling face. Smiling herself, she raised it to Madoka’s mouth. “Open wide~.” 

Before Madoka could even think not to, the orderlies grabbed her cheeks and squeezed tight, forcing her lips open. The nurse dropped the pill straight in, and the orderlies clamped their hands over her mouth and her nose until she swallowed. “Mmmmmphf!” 

The instant the pill landed in her stomach, a strange sense of lightheadedness filled her. She felt so… so buoyant all of a sudden. All she wanted to do was to grin wider and wider. 

“How are you feeling, Madoka?” said the nurse. “Are you feeling better…?” 

Her thoughts came to Madoka thought a warm fog, barely audible. It took her a second to realize what was actually being said. She nodded, giggling a little. 

“Would you like to try some of our special gas now?” said the nurse. “Then you can be a big, happy balloon like all the happy girls above.” She pointed to the ceiling, where the other balloon girls were still bouncing away happily. 

“Special gas…?” Madoka’s head slid slowly to one side, snapping upright only as she remembered what the nurse was talking. “I’d love to…” She giggled just as the thought. “Special gas…” It was such a funny sounding phrase. 

With an even wider smile than normal, the nurse jerked her head at her subordinates, who hurried to haul one of the tanks over. Taking its pipe in her hand, she guided the end towards Madoka’s mouth. “Open wide, sweetie.” 

This time, Madoka didn’t need any encouragement. “Aaaaaaaah.” As the pipe slipped through her lips, she bit down and sucked hard, already eager to get some of the special gas inside her. 

It wasn’t long before she got her wish. One of the orderlies soon turned the tank’s valve, and with a hiss, special happy fun gas started to pour into her body. She giggled as it settled in her stomach, which squeaked as it ballooned.

“Good girl,” said the nurse, standing back to watch.

Like a babe at the nipple, Madoka suckled greedily at the pipe, drawing liter after liter of the Institute’s special gas into her body. Her belly plumped, rising as full as if she were bearing a child, and then grew some more, stretching her clothing taut around it. She giggled to hear it crinkling–it almost sounded like it was going to tear, and then they’d all see her big belly flopping out in the open. Hehehe. 

As it happened, it didn’t tear. Instead, her clothing grew taut and suckered to her skin, seeming to fuse with her, become a new layer of skin in itself. It looked strangely slick and rubbery, as if she were wearing a tight catsuit all of a sudden. Madoka found the image funny. Just picture her in a catsuit, meow! Haha!

Her belly continued to grow, stretching the rest of her body around it in the process. At the nurse’s command, the orderlies hurried to undo her straps. They were just in time: a second later, her swelling belly reached her shoulders and thighs and started to suck her limbs inside.

With her straps removed, Madoka realized something else was happening: she’d started to float. Slowly, she rose from the chair, headily steadily towards the ceiling, and a part of her giggled at the thought of joining all the other girls there. 

Unfortunately, the nurse grabbed her leg before she could. “Not quite yet, honey,” she said, her smile as bright as ever. “Just a little longer.” 

“Mmmmphf~!” Okay~! Madoka was content to wait, especially when she was having so much fun ! 

Rising fast, her stomach continued to grow, stretching her arms and legs wide apart and sucking them in up to her hands and feet, which wiggled happily. Soon it reached her neck, stretching it wide and doing something very similar to her head, slowly reshaping her entire body into a giant ovoid egg-shape. As her face spread across its surface, turned as rubbery as the rest of her flesh, Madoka grinned in happiness. She felt so full and happy and buoyant. She never wanted it to end. 

“There, I think that’s enough. Isn’t it, honey?” said the nurse. She pulled the pipe from Madoka’s lips. “How are you feeling now?” 

“Happy,” said Madoka, after a moment of furious thought. “Big, happy… big happy balloon.” 

The nurse smiled. “Good girl. Now, up you go.” She released her. 

Madoka could only giggle as she rose to join the others.