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Dreaming of Balloons [Early Access]
🕑 Added 2019-05-01 00:47:25 +0000 UTC
She rolled over to her stomach, tired from a morning full of errands. Earlier that day, she had to bought balloons for the office party tomorrow, her lazy mind rested on the cute little shop as she dozed off in the sun. It was a small business- family owned. The two people she did see working were obviously related, and shared the same heavy accent. Besides being cheerful and helping her with her order, it was an otherwise unremarkable transaction. Remembering the sound of the balloons filling up was strangely relaxing, the low whistle of compressed air, the rumbling stretching of latex; the sounds pleasantly filled her head as her consciousness ebbed in the afternoon sun.
She napped pleasantly for a while, gently awoken by the creaking of her lawn chair. Refreshed, she felt a little silly how deeply she slept thinking about balloon noises. It was weirdly hypnotic- the sound from the shop was so vivid in her mind, she had such clarity recalling it, she imagined it must be what a balloon would hear if it were conscious of being inflated.. She stretched lazily, arching her back, and was surprised to feel something warm rest on her lower back, just above her bikini line.
She quickly tensed and reached back, not knowing what to expect, but was definitely not prepared to touch her own butt- not there. Her hand exploring in disbelief, shocked by the dimensions she was slowly realizing. There was no way her butt was that big, it felt like there were two heavy weather balloons anchored to her waist.
Trembling, she fumbled for her phone, and used its camera to look over her shoulder. The image that flickered up on her screen was surreal; but there was no doubting her senses now- it looked like her lower half had blown up like a blimp.
Her mind racing, she had no idea how this could have happened- some allergic reaction? Was it something she ate? She shuffled through her memories of sciences courses- all of it pointed to this being completely impossible. Yet, her hands and eyes weren’t lying- those extra 100 lbs of jiggly flesh were certainly not imaginary.
She began mentally piecing things together. She was normal sized when she changed into her bikini, so this must’ve happened while she was napping. Did someone do something to her in her sleep? No, not with these fences, and what could they do? Out of nowhere, she remembered the hypnotic inflating sound from the shop- could it be that made her swell up? It seemed comical to her, but even recalling the sound slightly- she instantly froze as she felt her bikini shift slightly.
She raised her phone to look again, and focused on the vivid memory. As the sound of rushing air and stretching latex filled her head, her screen clearly showed her butt and legs growing. She felt her skin tightening- but giving way as more flesh packed behind it- she felt her inflating thighs push against the chair- their growth slowly lifting her feet into the air..
Nervously, she quickly cleared her thoughts and texted her boss that she wouldn’t be able to attend the party. She had to do some serious thinking about things this weekend, instead..
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