PTRD BLIMP

PTRD's boots clicked softly against the forest floor, her long coat fluttering as she navigated the clearing, following the GPS coordinates Kalina had sent her.

“Recon needed. Supply drop may be compromised. Proceed with caution.”—Kalina

Caution? For PTRD, that meant nothing. She was a walking artillery piece. Standing tall with that ever-proud aura and her chest barely buttoned in her taut black uniform, she approached the designated spot.

Silence.

No enemies. No drop.

“...Hmph. A waste of—” PSSHHH!

Something jabbed her neck.

A small dart?

“What the hell was—” she gasped.

And then it began.

Her belly gave the first blorp. Her chest puffed outward, her thick thighs spread, and the seams of her uniform groaned as her body began to swell in slow but steady pulses.

Fwump... bwoof... pffooff...

Her long blonde hair twitched as she stumbled back, arms flailing as her center of gravity shifted dramatically. Her plump belly bounced slightly with each panicked step.

“W-what is this?! I—I’m expanding?!”

From the bushes behind her, giggling echoed.

“Teehee Took you long enough, Big Gun”

Out stepped Architect, the grinning, twisted Sangvis AI with her signature guns mounted behind her. She looked utterly delighted at PTRD’s inflating state.

PTRD’s eyes widened. “You?!”

Architect raised her hands. “Surpriiise~! Oh don’t glare at me like that. I’m just delivering a little... business arrangement. You see, Kalina needed rations. I needed a blimp.”

“A wha—?!”

“You.” Architect pointed at PTRD’s wobbling form, now almost twice her original size. “You’re the blimp.”

PTRD tried to move, but her swollen thighs and puffed arms barely gave her space to shift.

BOOF! She fell onto her belly with a gasp, sending a ripple through her inflated frame. Architect skipped gleefully over and quickly secured ropes around PTRD’s limbs, expertly tying her down to a massive supply crate labeled SANGVIS INTERNAL – DELICATE GOODS.

“You’ll make a perfect cargo balloon!” Architect purred, patting PTRD’s round butt.

“N-no! You psycho! I’m not your—!”

“Oh hush.” Architect winked and walked over to the crate. “You’re not big enough yet, silly. Let’s fix that!”

She opened the container and pulled out two towering helium tanks, each marked with hazard symbols and the words MAX PRESSURE.

PTRD’s eyes went wide. “Wait. No. You wouldn’t—”

“Oh, I would~!” Architect sang, laughing maniacally as she connected both tanks into a twisted multi-valve hose system. She twisted the nozzle, letting out a short hiss.

Then, with a slow, teasing walk, she approached the helpless PTRD, the massive hose in hand.

She crouched beside PTRD’s puffy face, stroked her cheek, and whispered with a grin, “You’re mine now... my beautiful, bouncing war-blimp.”

Before PTRD could reply, the hose was shoved deep into her mouth, sealed tight. Architect slammed the switch.

MMMPHH?!

FWOOMMPH!!

PTRD jolted as helium surged into her. Her cheeks ballooned. Her belly surged forward. Her breasts pushed against the seams of her uniform. Her legs began to lift slightly off the ground.

BWOFFF!
PWAFFF!
THOOMPH!

The sounds echoed across the forest like drumbeats of humiliation.

PTRD’s mind spun.

“She traded me… for rations... Kalina, you traitor…”

And yet, despite the horror of it all... she was helpless now. With each second, she became less of a soldier, more of a balloon.

Her arms twitched. Her eyes fluttered.

FWWOOOMP! PTRD let out a furious, muffled growl, but all that escaped her swollen lips was a thick “MMMMMPH!!”

Her body was massive now—round like a parade blimp, yet still oddly graceful in shape. Her tall frame had stretched to absurd proportions, her legs ballooned to the point they barely touched the ground, and her thick arms flared outward like handles. But what stunned even Architect was that her black uniform shirt still held—buttoned tight across her massive bust and expanding belly.

“Damn, Griffin really does make good fabric,” Architect snorted, arms crossed and admiring her handiwork. “T-Doll design might be insane, but this is next-level elastic engineering.”

PTRD’s round cheeks puffed out larger with each passing second—first like small buns, then like overfilled mochi—slowly sinking her face deeper into her own body. Her nose was practically touching her chest now, her breath heavy and squealing through her blocked throat.

HUMMMMMPPHHH!!

The twin helium tanks kept hissing beside her, securely strapped against the sides of her swollen belt like saddle packs on a bloated beast.

Architect, grinning ear to ear, gave PTRD’s side a playful slap. A soft THOOMP echoed, and PTRD bounced slightly in place.

“Almost there, my chunky dirigible. Let’s see if you’re ready for takeoff~”

With a graceful leap, Architect used PTRD’s massive breasts as springboards, bouncing off them like trampolines. The heavy mounds wobbled from the force, but she managed to hop her way up to PTRD’s rounded upper side, crawling across the taut surface until she reached the doll’s now barely visible face.

She straddled it gleefully—sitting on top of PTRD’s inflated head, her thighs gently squishing PTRD’s puffed cheeks.

“Comfy!” Architect chuckled. “It’s like riding a living beanbag with attitude.”

PTRD moaned in protest, cheeks jiggling beneath the firm grip of Architect’s thighs. Her narrowed, glassy eyes glared up, helpless and red-faced.

“Aww, don’t be mad,” Architect cooed. “I’m doing all the hard work, keeping you filled, round, and airborne~”

She held up a small remote control between two fingers. One button. One purpose.

“This,” Architect said with a smirk, “is your future. Push it? More helium. Simple. Beautiful.”

PTRD’s cheeks swelled harder in anger.

“MMMMMPH!!”

“Oh, don’t believe me?” she winked.

Click.

SSHHHHHFFFF!!!

The tanks roared.

PTRD shuddered. Her body bulged further with a creak—her belly inflating like dough in a hot oven, legs twitching as they slowly lifted. Her butt bounced once, then slowly lifted off the ground.

FWWWWF

Her whole body trembled as gravity finally gave up.

PTRD was airborne.

“Whee~!” Architect cheered, throwing her arms up. “We have liftoff!”

PTRD moaned, muffled and wide-eyed, as her bloated frame floated upward—just like a parade balloon. Her belt groaned under the strain. Her uniform bulged. Her thick, trembling body hovered above the treetops, trailing rope behind her.

Architect kicked her heels playfully against PTRD’s head and pulled out a communicator.

“Kalina? Cargo’s on the way~ ETA: 20 minutes. I’ll deliver your rations once I’m done showing off my prize.”

Kalina’s voice crackled through the earpiece.

“...You’re actually flying her?”
“Oh, she’s flying alright. BIG-time.”

“Poor PTRD...”
“Don’t worry, she’s very full of potential~”

PTRD, meanwhile, moaned angrily through her puffed lips, cheeks ballooned beyond reason, face smooshed between Architect’s thighs like a balloon pillow.

As the two floated away, sun gleaming off PTRD’s shiny form, the forest below grew smaller.

Architect crossed her legs on top of PTRD’s crown, one hand on the helium control, the other waving at passing birds.