Quick Reads: Oh, to be a Balloon on a String...

Another Christmas gift, this time for Trilo/Jet.

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Will felt the envy hit him the moment he laid eyes on the balloon that blocked his view of the sun.

 He was as large as a hot air balloon. The string tied around his ankle tethering him to the stand was practically a mooring rope. A pair of underwear stretched across the lower half of his spherical body, and had been stretched so tight it could be painted on. Will couldn't see their face, but if he took the bulge on his lower hemisphere as an indication, he appeared to be enjoying himself.

 "Want one?" The purple bear-creature manning the stand looked Will up and down, and gave a knowing smirk. The kind of smirk that told a person: I know something about you that no one else knows.

 "Not quite," Will responded. "How much to become one of your balloons?"

 The bear laughed. "You want to be a balloon? By all means, it's free. I can't put a price on such a miraculous transformation. But if you go through with it... you will be a BALLOON, my friend. You won't be a person; you might even pop."

 "It's worth it."

 The bear snapped his fingers.

 Will shuddered. He watched the creases in his shirt iron out. His belly swelled violently. His back blew out in a similar fashion. His bulging middle tore through his clothes, and his moobs plumped up into semi spheres that protruded from the greater sphere which had become his epicentre. He moaned, involuntarily and lewdly, at how good the process felt. Every inch added to him was another jolt of pleasure. The inflation refused to relent, and he left the safety of the ground.

 His formerly slim legs thickened to the width of car tyres on their sides. His jeans put up a fight, and pinched against his shiny, sweat-shined skin. But they were defeated by his ballooning thighs. His feet puffed up and exploded his shoes in showers of leather soles and torn laces. 

 His underwear remained to keep his modesty. Somehow.

 And just as his spherical body threatened to consume his limbs completely, after swallowing them up to the wrist - reducing his upper arms and forearms to squat, taut cones filled with air - he felt like he was about to burst. When he shuddered, and prepared for detonation, he felt the bear anchor him with a rope. And the feeling subsided.

 Will loomed over the park, twice the size of the balloon he envied.

 "Oh we'll get a good price for you..."