SPR as Balloon Decoration (collab) + Story Done

SPR A3G stepped through the dim hallways, slowly looking for a way out of the maze she had found herself in. After her friends had gone missing, she had set out to find them, only to end up in as bad a situation as them.

“Come on, they’ve got to be around here somewhere,” she muttered, rounding a corner to find only another empty section of warehouse.

“Feeling a bit lost?” A voice echoed. SPR yelped and quickly cast her gaze around.

“Who’s there?” She demanded, pointing her rifle at the darkness. Peering into the shadows, she saw nothing. Straining her vision, she failed to notice the massive figure approaching from behind. By the time she felt the presence, it was too late, and she was swept up into P22’s ham-like arms. SPR grunted and kicked her legs, unable to free herself from the lardy T-doll’s surprisingly strong grasp.

“No use trying to squirm, it’ll just make things more difficult. I do think you’ll fit in nicely with the others,” P22 squeezed hard, making SPR grunt in pain.

P22 suddenly pressed her lips against SPR’s, taking in a huge breath. SPR had no time to process what was happening before the air was blown back through the fat woman’s lips. SPR’s cheeks puffed out with a frightened grunt, eyes widening as she felt extremely bloated. Another huge lungful of air tightened her shirt, the buttons now snug over her small frame. Her hips flared out, and her breasts and belly became taut as the air rushed into the ballooning woman. Her chest squeezed out of her top, the buttons struggling to hold the shirt together. Down below, her thighs were stretching her legging out far past their designed limit, the thin material giving a glimpse of the pale flesh underneath. Her limbs were slowly turning into conical bulges dotting her expanding belly, wriggling angrily as she felt herself lose her mobility.

SPR’s body creaked loudly, her puffy frame wriggling about as she attempted to move her inflated limbs. She felt like she would explode at a moment’s notice, yet P22 continued to puff her larger. Her boobs started to join the curve of her belly, stretching so tight they actually started to shrink in size. P22 rubbed the inflating balloon, squeezing its taut exterior lovingly with every breath. SPR continued to moan through the forceful kiss, her bright-red cheeks inflated to the size of oranges as she was forced to inhale herself larger.

Buttons pinged off her shirt, clattering against the ground and allowing more of her expanding body to expose itself. Her stubby limbs waved about angrily, her constant thrashing only serving to make her stretched skin squeak comically. She was almost twice as large as P22, her ballooning butt squeezing from out of her skirt. Her legs were jammed tightly into her shoes, straining the metal clasps holding them on. Threads on her clothes snapped, revealing shiny bulges of taut skin as her uniform cut into her. Her skirt stretched tightly over her expanding waist, cutting in painfully until it finally snapped off, revealing her lacy panties. Another snap echoed as her shoes were broken free, her legs instantly expanding into the newly gained space. P22 puffed even harder, swelling SPR’s belly so large her shirt was turned into a makeshift bra, leaving her lower half bare save for her socks and undergarments.

More threads started to tear, the ripping sounds making SPR blush hotly as she felt bulges of shiny skin peeking through the gaps. She was becoming extremely taut, her body creaking loudly as it stretched to contain the endless amount of air. Wriggling her feet, she let out a frightened yelp as her body left the ground, so light she felt she would float away. P22 squeezed the balloon again, fondling her gigantic breasts. SPR moaned helplessly, her body splitting through the fabric until she was almost completely naked, her panties and bra barely clinging to the growing blimp. Her hands and feet flapped limply, her body so pressurized even they had inflated slightly.

Having expanded her captive to her liking, P22 let go, allowing SPR to float up and bounce off the ceiling with a helpless squeak. Pulling her back down, P22 attached a leash to SPR’s collar, tugging at the balloon a couple times. SPR bounced up and down, moaning and flapping her hands in protest. Taking a large valve, she jammed it into  the blimp’s mouth and fastened around her head. Pulling on the rope, she began to drag the floating sphere along behind her.

“This is quite the lovely image, isn’t it?” P22 said jovially. “A pretty woman with her bright balloon, it’s very cute.”

SPR gave an angry grunt in response, her cheeks flushing red as she glared at her ‘owner’. P22 smiled smugly and yanked on the leash, causing SPR to yelp from the jolt. After a few minutes, P22 pulled her balloon into a large open room. SPR’s eyes widened in shock as she saw the massive taut spheres sitting silently in the center.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” P22 said, always excited to show off her collection. SPR was too afraid to even moan a response. “Let’s get you situated with them.”

Multiple machines came out of the woodwork, carrying air canisters and colorful streamers. Peeling off the remnants of her clothes, they began to wrap the ribbons around her. Taking ropes, they affixed the canisters on her taut skin. Multiple hoses were attached to the tanks, then to the valves stuck in SPR’s mouth, much to her terrified displeasure. Bright red ribbons were wrapped tightly around the blimp, pinching into her taut skin painfully. Tying them into a bow around her nipples and belly button, P22 stood back to admire her work. A series of ropes were affixed to her wrists and ankles to hold her in place above the other three former T-dolls. SPR floated high above them, tied down like a massive hot air balloon. Her eyes darted about with panic, unable to moan or move as the pumps kicked back on, the pressure remounting in her already dangerously tight body.

“Mmm, such a wonderful sight,” P22 breathed happily. “Now the Commander will be able to enjoy my company without any petty distractions.”

The sound of heavy metal footfalls could be heard outside the building, and P22 smiled.

“Perfect timing, that will be your ride.”

A side door opened in the warehouse, and multiple vehicles bearing the Sangvis Ferri logo rolled through.

“Hello Griffin friends~!” An excited voice shouted from atop one of the vehicles. The Sangvis Ringleader known as Architect beamed at P22, waving amicably. “So, these are the new ‘recruits’ you mentioned?” She gestured at the taut spheres.

P22 nodded briskly, the sooner she could ship them out, the sooner she could get back to romancing her Commander.

“Yes, I appreciate you taking them off of my hands.”

“Of course, don’t even mention it!” Architect smiled and threw an arm around P22’s shoulder. “Also, have you gained weight? You seem a bit different than the other factory models I’ve seen,” she poked at P22’s belly curiously.

“Are you going to take them or not?” P22 shrugged the air-headed girl off, tugging her shirt back down over her poorly-covered gut.

“No problem! I’m sure we’ll have lots of fun together, and don’t hesitate to call if you ever need more assistance in the future!”

“Right…”

The Ringleader waved to some of the droids, which got to work carefully rolling the swollen T-dolls. With a loud whirring, the four-legged Goliaths lowered their bodies, opening up massive bay doors to allow the balloons to be rolled inside. They sealed shut once the cargo was secured, sealing them inside for the long journey back. Hopping on one, Architect gave a mock salute to P22 before retreating back into the forest outside.

P22 lips twisted into a smirk. At this point, she was certain the Commander would have eyes only for her, but perhaps she could still fall back on this plan, seeing as it had gone so well. She began the walk back to base, a skip in her heavy step as she thought gleefully about how much easier things would be from here on out.