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The distance between me and the bathroom grows shorter as I enter the back rooms of the Dollar Tree, finally entering the woman's room to relieve myself... and something caught my eye as I did. Leaving the restroom shortly after, I finally confirm what had caught my attention a few minutes ago. No thought enters my mind, I merely stand in awe...
This thing I currently stare at is an air tank. How wonderful! Butterflies fly around the large expanse of my belly as I hear myself uncontrollably purr, my tail swishes back and forth as the odd sensation overwhelmed me.
I remember when I was younger, just starting to discover who I was and my... weirder feelings, I was prone to doing many dumb and simply idiotic things, including gorging on popcorn balls after making a video stating I wanted to double my current weight at the time(something I've succeeded in more than twice over in the past six or so years since then, thanks to one of my lovers, Heef), trying to chug water straight from a hose until I started to feel sick, and worst of all, nearly killing myself by sticking a bike pump hose up my...
uh, yeah, anyways...
The point is, back then, I couldn't control my urges. I'm not much smarter now, but I know I'm certainly more mature then I was back then. I can better control my urges to fantasize about it later and not nearly die an embarrassing and potentially grotesque death by bike pump.
The difference now is that I knw how these things work.
I touch the top of the cylinder. Imprisoned within a semi-egg-shaped cage is the nozzle of the tank. With no hose to connect to it, I didn't need to worry about taking the top off.
I want to see it though.
I've got an urge.
However, as if previously super-glued to the canister, it won't come off. I was horny, but now I just want nothing to do with it.
After I stopped fiddling with the caged troll, I give the canister a shove to try and relieve my frustrations.
Bad choice. Not having realized how hard of a shove I gave the canster, I mmediately had an urge to look up, and-
"Oh fuck!"
Remember when I said I'm not much smarter than when I was a kid? Yeah, take note of that.
I can't move... I'm flattened by 10 poorly stacked, surprisingly heaven(maybe they weren't filled?) air canisters falling from... I immediately assume out of fucking nowhere given the randomness of the situation.
Shouldn't I be dead? I see bright lights... am I in Heaven?
And from that, I immediately conclude that no, I am not dead. If God does exist, I'm definitely going to Hell.
But wait... how?! In a panic, my eyes start to dart all over the place as I try to bullshit an explanation. I noticed I could barely see my body. As large as I am in all directions, that's weird on its own... in fact, I feel weird in general.
A difficult sensation to even think about, especially in conjunction with... an odd... wait a second... there's no sound...
Am I... deaf? This better not be permanent- oh God, oh God-
I nearly screamed, but another oddity pulls my attention away from my lack of hearing and general spatial awareness of my body. Everything seems taller, as if painfully stretched up to the sky to a nigh-infinite degree. I already ruled out death, but if everything was thicker and taller in comparison to me... am I flat?
I immediately assume that no, that's silly. Then I felt a great pain at a pinpoint in what I remember being my left shoulder that seemed to go through to the back of my shoulder as well. With that, I realize I can't even move my head. Maybe I was flat after all - all the signs point towards that theory being right. The great pain was met with a twin pain, and both proceeded to move down my body. I tried to scream in response, but I can only guess a moan came out as the attempted sound cause my body to vibrate. A young woman... I assume(height is still fucky right now) in a green shirt enters my view.
In response to me being a living thing and not a cat rug(I think I've accepted my life as a living pancake by now), she screams(I guess) and jumps back.
Ow.
She proceeds to run off in a panic.
Ow, ow, ow, ow- oh thank Christ she's gone.
A depressing thought soon comes to mind. It lingered for a while, but with nothing there to distract me from it, it hit me full force... I may never see Heef or Adahar again... that woman could very well throw me in the trash where one way or another I would come to my untimely demise just so no one would see what she literally stepped on and... just...
I just want this to hurry up... whatever happens, please let it happen now!
I close my eyes, wish and pray that it will end... I did this to myself. This is my punishment.
I wait a while... eyes still shut, then I feel myself peel from the ground. I open my eyes in response, seeing the woman again. Her face had some weird distortion on it like everything else, but seeing her much closer than before she was pretty cute for a distorted, tall head. And she's rolling me up like a rug now.
Just great - like really, just peachy.
She carries me outside, where the brightness of the Sun hit me like a truck. Not that a truck would do anything to me now, anyways, but I still didn't like it. She then unrolls me onto the pavement. I see something she was putting down on the ground. As if basking in holy light, the light blue cylinder reached into the heavens, and from its apex was a long black hose, leading into the cute girl's hand, which she now led to my mouth.
Her mouth began moving after a hose fills mine. Given I am still flat, though, it's all lost on me. I can only assume she has never been flattened before.
Wait, are there others who have been flattened before? Maybe that children's book about a kid who got flattened was based on a true story? What decides whether someone is a red gusher or a flat pancake? The implications became surprisingly more disturbing as time went on.
The girl's hand met the knob, and soon the butterflies in my belly were met with something else - helium. She took a helium tank that must have gone unused so she could help me. How sweet.
My form almost immediately began to fill out again as my hearing returns, allowing me the priveledge of listening to something like water running and the faint whimpers and worries of my helper as she keeps her hands on the nozzle. Vision slowly begins to return to normal. I feel more normal in general, honestly. While a part of me wants to continue, I have to stop at some point. But there's still a hose in my mouth... how do I tell her? I decide to give her a thumbs up, universal in my eyes to say 'okay', or in this case, "This is good!"
She obviously didn't know just how big I was before. I try to be modest, but to give an idea of my normal size, I'm over eight feet tall and still very fat for my height at 1500 pounds. My chest size is modest for my overall size, yet if they were melons being shown at a fair, they'd probably win the prize for being the biggest. A weird comparison, I know, but this needs to be said. She probably assumed I'm already overinflated, and my hand sign isn't the clearest I guess, so to state her consfusion, I could very faintly hear her say "You want to be even bigger?!"
And then she obliges.
A part of me regrets this. The other part wants to see how big I can get.
My fat rolls came to form shortly, before the helium, now pouring into me a little faster, began to smooth out my features a bit more. My face, chubby and cute as it is, seems to get even chubbier as my cheeks puff out. My belly and ballooned chest tests the confines of my shirts, as does my ass to my shorts, as they slowly but surely tear my clothes to shreds, revealing pockets of fur poking out of the holes from my apparently rubber-like skin. Not helping matters much was the fucking dick in my pants that was erect for potentially two obvious reasons.
Uh... hm. You know, it makes more sense in context, I'd just rather not explain right now. It's a simple explanation, I just... I didn't even want to think about it, it just felt of growing(Oh God damn it!) importance to my situation right now.
Soon, my clothes burst off in response to my continued growth, and with black, white, blue, and red fabric shreds everywhere, my 'secret' was revealed(which certainly got... some sort of stare from my little helper) and my body continued to surge out with the only thing impeding it being itself.
Literally.
As my arms thickened out, fingers and toes puffing up a bit more, movement becomes harder again. My tail resembles a balloon that a clown would use to make balloon animals, and it seems this time the clown was tasked with making a fat cat.
What an odd choice, really.
My hearing becomes overwhelmed with that sound of rushing 'water'. Only now did I notice I've begun floating. Given all the helium in me, it only makes sense.
Everything seems so small...
And the pressure was quickly building up.
Given I could have been jokingly confused for a small parade blimp from before this whole ordeal, I must be the size of a Hindenburg by now. Looming over Dollar Tree, if they had a big enough shirt with the words "Dollar Tree - Where everything's a dollar!", I could be used for advertisement. But, I know they can't afford me, so that thought would be laughed off.
The small, dark dot panicking by the tank was joined by another. And then another. One mostly white, the other mostly blue.
Heef and Adahar. Most definitely saw me from the van. Unsure of what to do, they rushed to the tank to try and shut it off and help me. However, they were in a panic, and somehow broke the nozzle. How they do so, I don't know, I'm way up above them and currently the 500+ pound goat and a really bulky beast are like ants to me, so how could I see a nozzle on a tank?
It is funny, though, as I fear for my own life at the moment, just how perfect that worked out. No, really, who doesn't see that coming. Someone is being inflated, and the nozzle to stop the flow breaks. Of-fucking-course.
My body keeps expanding in a general sense with not many new developments as time went on. Now, I know what people really mean when they say they feel like a balloon... I'm sure I've heard someone say that at some point at least. But... if I said it here, it'd take on a new meaning surely. You know, if I could speak with this hose in my mouth.
My body can't take much more. If the air doesn't stop soon, I... I don't knw what will happen, honestly. People are screaming, worried for my safety. I'm internally screaming, hearing so many voices as once as I feel the pressure continue to build up.
"I can't believe I did this... why did I push on that tank?!", I thought to myself as I felt what I feared would be the end...
And then another thought occured to me. "Wait, nothing's keeping me attached to the tank-"
Air rushes from my mouth in a blast as I start moving backwards. Very similar to a deflating balloon, which to be fair, I now am... Everything passes by in a rush, I never get a chance to see anything other than blurry lines as the air propulsion continues sending me back.
Eventually, I find myself on a tree branch, sitting my fat ass on it, bare-fur all over as I worry that my weight doesn't break the branch - given I'm back to 1500+ pounds, it's surprising it didn't break upon me landing. Then again, I was just a balloon a little while ago, so anything's game now.
A funny thought comes to mind now...
"Heh... when I come home, I'm sure Heef and Adahar will be glad to see me. We could even throw a small party to celebrate me coming back and being safe." The thought was silly, but it didn't leave my mind for a long while.
"It'd be an awesome party. With balloons!"

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The distance between me and the bathroom grows shorter as I enter the back rooms of the Dollar Tree, finally entering the woman's room to relieve myself... and something caught my eye as I did. Leaving the restroom shortly after, I finally confirm what had caught my attention a few minutes ago. No thought enters my mind, I merely stand in awe...
This thing I currently stare at is an air tank. How wonderful! Butterflies fly around the large expanse of my belly as I hear myself uncontrollably purr, my tail swishes back and forth as the odd sensation overwhelmed me.
I remember when I was younger, just starting to discover who I was and my... weirder feelings, I was prone to doing many dumb and simply idiotic things, including gorging on popcorn balls after making a video stating I wanted to double my current weight at the time(something I've succeeded in more than twice over in the past six or so years since then, thanks to one of my lovers, Heef), trying to chug water straight from a hose until I started to feel sick, and worst of all, nearly killing myself by sticking a bike pump hose up my...
uh, yeah, anyways...
The point is, back then, I couldn't control my urges. I'm not much smarter now, but I know I'm certainly more mature then I was back then. I can better control my urges to fantasize about it later and not nearly die an embarrassing and potentially grotesque death by bike pump.
The difference now is that I knw how these things work.
I touch the top of the cylinder. Imprisoned within a semi-egg-shaped cage is the nozzle of the tank. With no hose to connect to it, I didn't need to worry about taking the top off.
I want to see it though.
I've got an urge.
However, as if previously super-glued to the canister, it won't come off. I was horny, but now I just want nothing to do with it.
After I stopped fiddling with the caged troll, I give the canister a shove to try and relieve my frustrations.
Bad choice. Not having realized how hard of a shove I gave the canster, I mmediately had an urge to look up, and-
"Oh fuck!"
Remember when I said I'm not much smarter than when I was a kid? Yeah, take note of that.
I can't move... I'm flattened by 10 poorly stacked, surprisingly heaven(maybe they weren't filled?) air canisters falling from... I immediately assume out of fucking nowhere given the randomness of the situation.
Shouldn't I be dead? I see bright lights... am I in Heaven?
And from that, I immediately conclude that no, I am not dead. If God does exist, I'm definitely going to Hell.
But wait... how?! In a panic, my eyes start to dart all over the place as I try to bullshit an explanation. I noticed I could barely see my body. As large as I am in all directions, that's weird on its own... in fact, I feel weird in general.
A difficult sensation to even think about, especially in conjunction with... an odd... wait a second... there's no sound...
Am I... deaf? This better not be permanent- oh God, oh God-
I nearly screamed, but another oddity pulls my attention away from my lack of hearing and general spatial awareness of my body. Everything seems taller, as if painfully stretched up to the sky to a nigh-infinite degree. I already ruled out death, but if everything was thicker and taller in comparison to me... am I flat?
I immediately assume that no, that's silly. Then I felt a great pain at a pinpoint in what I remember being my left shoulder that seemed to go through to the back of my shoulder as well. With that, I realize I can't even move my head. Maybe I was flat after all - all the signs point towards that theory being right. The great pain was met with a twin pain, and both proceeded to move down my body. I tried to scream in response, but I can only guess a moan came out as the attempted sound cause my body to vibrate. A young woman... I assume(height is still fucky right now) in a green shirt enters my view.
In response to me being a living thing and not a cat rug(I think I've accepted my life as a living pancake by now), she screams(I guess) and jumps back.
Ow.
She proceeds to run off in a panic.
Ow, ow, ow, ow- oh thank Christ she's gone.
A depressing thought soon comes to mind. It lingered for a while, but with nothing there to distract me from it, it hit me full force... I may never see Heef or Adahar again... that woman could very well throw me in the trash where one way or another I would come to my untimely demise just so no one would see what she literally stepped on and... just...
I just want this to hurry up... whatever happens, please let it happen now!
I close my eyes, wish and pray that it will end... I did this to myself. This is my punishment.
I wait a while... eyes still shut, then I feel myself peel from the ground. I open my eyes in response, seeing the woman again. Her face had some weird distortion on it like everything else, but seeing her much closer than before she was pretty cute for a distorted, tall head. And she's rolling me up like a rug now.
Just great - like really, just peachy.
She carries me outside, where the brightness of the Sun hit me like a truck. Not that a truck would do anything to me now, anyways, but I still didn't like it. She then unrolls me onto the pavement. I see something she was putting down on the ground. As if basking in holy light, the light blue cylinder reached into the heavens, and from its apex was a long black hose, leading into the cute girl's hand, which she now led to my mouth.
Her mouth began moving after a hose fills mine. Given I am still flat, though, it's all lost on me. I can only assume she has never been flattened before.
Wait, are there others who have been flattened before? Maybe that children's book about a kid who got flattened was based on a true story? What decides whether someone is a red gusher or a flat pancake? The implications became surprisingly more disturbing as time went on.
The girl's hand met the knob, and soon the butterflies in my belly were met with something else - helium. She took a helium tank that must have gone unused so she could help me. How sweet.
My form almost immediately began to fill out again as my hearing returns, allowing me the priveledge of listening to something like water running and the faint whimpers and worries of my helper as she keeps her hands on the nozzle. Vision slowly begins to return to normal. I feel more normal in general, honestly. While a part of me wants to continue, I have to stop at some point. But there's still a hose in my mouth... how do I tell her? I decide to give her a thumbs up, universal in my eyes to say 'okay', or in this case, "This is good!"
She obviously didn't know just how big I was before. I try to be modest, but to give an idea of my normal size, I'm over eight feet tall and still very fat for my height at 1500 pounds. My chest size is modest for my overall size, yet if they were melons being shown at a fair, they'd probably win the prize for being the biggest. A weird comparison, I know, but this needs to be said. She probably assumed I'm already overinflated, and my hand sign isn't the clearest I guess, so to state her consfusion, I could very faintly hear her say "You want to be even bigger?!"
And then she obliges.
A part of me regrets this. The other part wants to see how big I can get.
My fat rolls came to form shortly, before the helium, now pouring into me a little faster, began to smooth out my features a bit more. My face, chubby and cute as it is, seems to get even chubbier as my cheeks puff out. My belly and ballooned chest tests the confines of my shirts, as does my ass to my shorts, as they slowly but surely tear my clothes to shreds, revealing pockets of fur poking out of the holes from my apparently rubber-like skin. Not helping matters much was the fucking dick in my pants that was erect for potentially two obvious reasons.
Uh... hm. You know, it makes more sense in context, I'd just rather not explain right now. It's a simple explanation, I just... I didn't even want to think about it, it just felt of growing(Oh God damn it!) importance to my situation right now.
Soon, my clothes burst off in response to my continued growth, and with black, white, blue, and red fabric shreds everywhere, my 'secret' was revealed(which certainly got... some sort of stare from my little helper) and my body continued to surge out with the only thing impeding it being itself.
Literally.
As my arms thickened out, fingers and toes puffing up a bit more, movement becomes harder again. My tail resembles a balloon that a clown would use to make balloon animals, and it seems this time the clown was tasked with making a fat cat.
What an odd choice, really.
My hearing becomes overwhelmed with that sound of rushing 'water'. Only now did I notice I've begun floating. Given all the helium in me, it only makes sense.
Everything seems so small...
And the pressure was quickly building up.
Given I could have been jokingly confused for a small parade blimp from before this whole ordeal, I must be the size of a Hindenburg by now. Looming over Dollar Tree, if they had a big enough shirt with the words "Dollar Tree - Where everything's a dollar!", I could be used for advertisement. But, I know they can't afford me, so that thought would be laughed off.
The small, dark dot panicking by the tank was joined by another. And then another. One mostly white, the other mostly blue.
Heef and Adahar. Most definitely saw me from the van. Unsure of what to do, they rushed to the tank to try and shut it off and help me. However, they were in a panic, and somehow broke the nozzle. How they do so, I don't know, I'm way up above them and currently the 500+ pound goat and a really bulky beast are like ants to me, so how could I see a nozzle on a tank?
It is funny, though, as I fear for my own life at the moment, just how perfect that worked out. No, really, who doesn't see that coming. Someone is being inflated, and the nozzle to stop the flow breaks. Of-fucking-course.
My body keeps expanding in a general sense with not many new developments as time went on. Now, I know what people really mean when they say they feel like a balloon... I'm sure I've heard someone say that at some point at least. But... if I said it here, it'd take on a new meaning surely. You know, if I could speak with this hose in my mouth.
My body can't take much more. If the air doesn't stop soon, I... I don't knw what will happen, honestly. People are screaming, worried for my safety. I'm internally screaming, hearing so many voices as once as I feel the pressure continue to build up.
"I can't believe I did this... why did I push on that tank?!", I thought to myself as I felt what I feared would be the end...
And then another thought occured to me. "Wait, nothing's keeping me attached to the tank-"
Air rushes from my mouth in a blast as I start moving backwards. Very similar to a deflating balloon, which to be fair, I now am... Everything passes by in a rush, I never get a chance to see anything other than blurry lines as the air propulsion continues sending me back.
Eventually, I find myself on a tree branch, sitting my fat ass on it, bare-fur all over as I worry that my weight doesn't break the branch - given I'm back to 1500+ pounds, it's surprising it didn't break upon me landing. Then again, I was just a balloon a little while ago, so anything's game now.
A funny thought comes to mind now...
"Heh... when I come home, I'm sure Heef and Adahar will be glad to see me. We could even throw a small party to celebrate me coming back and being safe." The thought was silly, but it didn't leave my mind for a long while.
"It'd be an awesome party. With balloons!"