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"Hey! Kid!"
I paused and looked behind me. A Year 6 student was waving. "Yeah, you! Come 'ere a moment, would you?"
I hesitated, then walked over. "Yes?" I asked, a bit nervous. I'd seen this boy bullying other kids before, but he seemed in a good mood today. "Come in here. I wanna try something." He grabbed my arm and pulled me into an empty classroom. "Okay, stand there."
I stood in place. He rummaged in his bag, took out a piece of paper, and began reading a spell. Too late, I realized I should have just kept walking. I tried to move, but my feet were stuck in place. "What are you doing?" I asked, starting to panic. My clothes tightened, and tingles were racing across my skin. I wrapped my arms around myself, and realized my skin and clothes were changing texture. I tried to tug at my shirt, but it had fused to my skin. I tried to cry out, but my lips sealed together. Then a wash of magic rippled over me, and I watched in horror as my body flattened out. Turned to a piece of rubber, I crumpled to the ground in a heap.
"Hah! It worked!" the bully cried triumphantly. "How's it feel being a deflated balloon boy, sucker!" He cackled, grabbing my head and pulling me upright. My feet were still stuck to the ground, and his arm stopped with a jerk as I reached my full height. He tugged a few times, and I wanted to wince at the feeling of my body being stretched like a rubber band. "Heh. I wasn't sure it'd work." He canceled the sticking spell and folded me up, sticking me in his bag. My face was pressed up against my belly.
A few minutes later, I was pulled out of the bag. The bully shook me out roughly, then let me flop on the ground. We were in a darkened lecture hall, one no one ever visited. "Now, let's see. You look a bit flat, don't you? Why don't we do something about that?" With an evil grin, he read off another spell. A gust of air whooshed into my body, and I felt myself slowly filling with air. My limbs straightened and my body thickened, and soon I looked almost like my normal self, lying spread-eagled on the floor. The air kept coming, and I felt pressure building inside me. I was starting to bulge cartoonishly when the bully waved his hand and stopped the spell. He rapped a finger against my taut skin, looking satisfied at the sound. "Pretty good. But I don't really need a balloon boy right now. I think I need a more... traditional shape."
He started the spell again, and my skin started to stretch. My body thickened and bulged. He increased the air flow, grinning as I wobbled and grew. Soon I'd swollen into a big sphere, and I could tell I couldn't hold much more air. My skin was creaking painfully, and I thought I was going to pop at any moment. Thankfully, the air stopped again, and the bully stepped back to admire his handiwork. "That's more like it, don't you think? I'm sure--" he froze and whipped around as the door opened. He started to dart into the shadows, but froze again as someone barked a binding spell and stopped him in his tracks.
A Year 11 girl strolled into the room, speaking theatrically. "So there I was, minding my own business, when I hear a sound coming from this room. Now, i know its normally kept empty, so I decide to investigate, and what do I find?" She laid a hand on what used to be my chest. "A poor Year 5 student, enchanted into a balloon. It would appear that whoever did it had left him there all alone, though since there wasn't anyone else," she snapped her fingers, and the bully vanished, "in the room." She tapped a finger on my side, and I felt a weight land inside me. It was the bully. "Of course, I immediately deflated the poor student." Another snap, and my lips unsealed. As the air inside me began to escape, I felt tingles racing over my skin, turning me back to a regular boy. It started at my hands and feet, then my head. As my mouth reformed, I kept it open as wide as I could to let the air out. Then I felt something poking the inside of my still-rubber torso. The girl noticed and waved her hands over me, and the bully unfroze. "Hey!" he yelled, collapsing inside me, "Let me out!"
But I kept deflating, and the girl's spell slowly returned my arms and legs to normal. As it reached my torso, she concentrated and held her hands over me, shaping my returning flesh over the bully. He curled up, his shouts becoming muffled, then going silent, as I shrank to my regular size. Soon, I was back to being a normal boy, with one difference - I had another boy in my stomach.
My rescuer crouched beside me as I lay on the ground, stunned at all that had happened. "Hey. You okay?" After a moment, I nodded, and she smiled brightly. "I hope you don't mind me leaving him there. I figured he needs to be taught a lesson, but I'm sure I can come up with something else, if you'd prefer."
I propped myself up, staring at my belly. It was huge and lumpy, and I could see the bumps moving as the bully struggled. It didn't feel bad, though; just heavy. Like I had another person sitting on me, which I guess in a sense I did. "I... I think he's okay where he is," I said, then blushed as I let out a huge burp. "But... will he be okay? I mean, I don't want..."
The girl patted the side of my belly, setting off more struggles. "You won't digest him, if that's what you're worried about. I added a few spells to keep him alive and intact. The school doesn't like killing students, even if they are scum."
"Good," I sighed, then frowned. "Um... what about class?"
"Hmm. You're right, this would elicit some attention. Let's see..." She took out a spellbook and flipped around, then stopped on a page with an "Ah-HA!". She muttered a long, complex spell, and my belly shrank down to normal. Or, almost normal. It still had a slight bulge, and when I pressed my hand on it, it felt like the bully's head. I tried to sit up, but the weight was still there. "Ooh! Um, little help?" The girl flipped a few pages, then muttered another, far shorter spell. Immediately, the weight vanished, and I sighed with relief. Then I frowned, looking down at myself. "What spells were those? It feels like he's still full size."
The girl helped me up. "That's because he is. The second just got rid of his weight. The first actually twisted space, so there's more volume with the same surface area." She paused as she noticed the bulge in my belly. "Well, I guess almost the same surface area. Your tummy looks like you just ate a whole grapefruit. Well, I guess I'm not perfect yet."
She pulled me out the door. "As long as you keep your shirt on, no one should notice. Now, you need to get to class. I'll come with you and tell your teacher it was my fault you're late. You have a regular schedule, right?" When I nodded, she scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to me. "After your last class, meet me in this room and I'll let that kid out."
She asked what class I was supposed to be in, then pulled me down the halls by my arm. The whole way, I kept one hand on my belly, savoring the feeling of the bully scrunched inside.
I paused and looked behind me. A Year 6 student was waving. "Yeah, you! Come 'ere a moment, would you?"
I hesitated, then walked over. "Yes?" I asked, a bit nervous. I'd seen this boy bullying other kids before, but he seemed in a good mood today. "Come in here. I wanna try something." He grabbed my arm and pulled me into an empty classroom. "Okay, stand there."
I stood in place. He rummaged in his bag, took out a piece of paper, and began reading a spell. Too late, I realized I should have just kept walking. I tried to move, but my feet were stuck in place. "What are you doing?" I asked, starting to panic. My clothes tightened, and tingles were racing across my skin. I wrapped my arms around myself, and realized my skin and clothes were changing texture. I tried to tug at my shirt, but it had fused to my skin. I tried to cry out, but my lips sealed together. Then a wash of magic rippled over me, and I watched in horror as my body flattened out. Turned to a piece of rubber, I crumpled to the ground in a heap.
"Hah! It worked!" the bully cried triumphantly. "How's it feel being a deflated balloon boy, sucker!" He cackled, grabbing my head and pulling me upright. My feet were still stuck to the ground, and his arm stopped with a jerk as I reached my full height. He tugged a few times, and I wanted to wince at the feeling of my body being stretched like a rubber band. "Heh. I wasn't sure it'd work." He canceled the sticking spell and folded me up, sticking me in his bag. My face was pressed up against my belly.
A few minutes later, I was pulled out of the bag. The bully shook me out roughly, then let me flop on the ground. We were in a darkened lecture hall, one no one ever visited. "Now, let's see. You look a bit flat, don't you? Why don't we do something about that?" With an evil grin, he read off another spell. A gust of air whooshed into my body, and I felt myself slowly filling with air. My limbs straightened and my body thickened, and soon I looked almost like my normal self, lying spread-eagled on the floor. The air kept coming, and I felt pressure building inside me. I was starting to bulge cartoonishly when the bully waved his hand and stopped the spell. He rapped a finger against my taut skin, looking satisfied at the sound. "Pretty good. But I don't really need a balloon boy right now. I think I need a more... traditional shape."
He started the spell again, and my skin started to stretch. My body thickened and bulged. He increased the air flow, grinning as I wobbled and grew. Soon I'd swollen into a big sphere, and I could tell I couldn't hold much more air. My skin was creaking painfully, and I thought I was going to pop at any moment. Thankfully, the air stopped again, and the bully stepped back to admire his handiwork. "That's more like it, don't you think? I'm sure--" he froze and whipped around as the door opened. He started to dart into the shadows, but froze again as someone barked a binding spell and stopped him in his tracks.
A Year 11 girl strolled into the room, speaking theatrically. "So there I was, minding my own business, when I hear a sound coming from this room. Now, i know its normally kept empty, so I decide to investigate, and what do I find?" She laid a hand on what used to be my chest. "A poor Year 5 student, enchanted into a balloon. It would appear that whoever did it had left him there all alone, though since there wasn't anyone else," she snapped her fingers, and the bully vanished, "in the room." She tapped a finger on my side, and I felt a weight land inside me. It was the bully. "Of course, I immediately deflated the poor student." Another snap, and my lips unsealed. As the air inside me began to escape, I felt tingles racing over my skin, turning me back to a regular boy. It started at my hands and feet, then my head. As my mouth reformed, I kept it open as wide as I could to let the air out. Then I felt something poking the inside of my still-rubber torso. The girl noticed and waved her hands over me, and the bully unfroze. "Hey!" he yelled, collapsing inside me, "Let me out!"
But I kept deflating, and the girl's spell slowly returned my arms and legs to normal. As it reached my torso, she concentrated and held her hands over me, shaping my returning flesh over the bully. He curled up, his shouts becoming muffled, then going silent, as I shrank to my regular size. Soon, I was back to being a normal boy, with one difference - I had another boy in my stomach.
My rescuer crouched beside me as I lay on the ground, stunned at all that had happened. "Hey. You okay?" After a moment, I nodded, and she smiled brightly. "I hope you don't mind me leaving him there. I figured he needs to be taught a lesson, but I'm sure I can come up with something else, if you'd prefer."
I propped myself up, staring at my belly. It was huge and lumpy, and I could see the bumps moving as the bully struggled. It didn't feel bad, though; just heavy. Like I had another person sitting on me, which I guess in a sense I did. "I... I think he's okay where he is," I said, then blushed as I let out a huge burp. "But... will he be okay? I mean, I don't want..."
The girl patted the side of my belly, setting off more struggles. "You won't digest him, if that's what you're worried about. I added a few spells to keep him alive and intact. The school doesn't like killing students, even if they are scum."
"Good," I sighed, then frowned. "Um... what about class?"
"Hmm. You're right, this would elicit some attention. Let's see..." She took out a spellbook and flipped around, then stopped on a page with an "Ah-HA!". She muttered a long, complex spell, and my belly shrank down to normal. Or, almost normal. It still had a slight bulge, and when I pressed my hand on it, it felt like the bully's head. I tried to sit up, but the weight was still there. "Ooh! Um, little help?" The girl flipped a few pages, then muttered another, far shorter spell. Immediately, the weight vanished, and I sighed with relief. Then I frowned, looking down at myself. "What spells were those? It feels like he's still full size."
The girl helped me up. "That's because he is. The second just got rid of his weight. The first actually twisted space, so there's more volume with the same surface area." She paused as she noticed the bulge in my belly. "Well, I guess almost the same surface area. Your tummy looks like you just ate a whole grapefruit. Well, I guess I'm not perfect yet."
She pulled me out the door. "As long as you keep your shirt on, no one should notice. Now, you need to get to class. I'll come with you and tell your teacher it was my fault you're late. You have a regular schedule, right?" When I nodded, she scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to me. "After your last class, meet me in this room and I'll let that kid out."
She asked what class I was supposed to be in, then pulled me down the halls by my arm. The whole way, I kept one hand on my belly, savoring the feeling of the bully scrunched inside.
Literature
Initiation
I'm reposting my stories just so they're here and others can enjoy them again //CW// This story contains male inflation and gay themes, if you don't like this, please avoid eye contact at all costs "Gid, I can't believe I made the team!" John said to Josh as they walked through the narrow hallway that led to the locker room. "Yeah, I know! It looks like they'll let just about anyone on the swim team, huh?" Josh nudged his best friend in the ribs jokingly. "Oh hush, they probably let me in because I'm way better at swimming than you." John poked Josh's rounded midsection. "Besides, they probably want smaller, skinnier guys to represent us!" John laughed. Josh blushed deeply and tried to cover his belly with his backpack straps. "Tummies first," John said opening the door to the locker room with a bow. Josh pushed his friend and laughed as he walked through the door. The locker room was filled with boys getting ready for the first swim of the year. Some of them turning back to notice Josh, the lead swimmer and a fresh face trailing behind. "Eye, Joshy, who's da twig?" A semi muscular blonde boy asked, jogging to catch up. "New towel boy or somthin'?" "Nah, Brian. He's the newbie." Josh smacked the tall brute's chest. "He thinks he could out swim the lot of us!" Josh raised his voice so the other guys could hear. "W-well I never said that-" John started. "Ahh, he does, huh?" Brian said, waking up to examine the thin meekish John. "Well, let's see if ya got the bod for it!" Brien grabbed John's shirt and lifted it, practically pulling it off. John fought to keep it down, but Brian overpowered him easily. "H-HEY!" John protested. "Josh, help!" He shouted, covering his chest with his arms. "Sorry, John, the boys already gotcha" Josh walked into the office as two other big guys grabbed John from behind, holding his arms and lifted him up. "Put me down!" John screamed. Soon, Josh re-emerged from the locker room office with what appeared to be a small air compressor for inflating pool toys. "Put 'em on the bench boys! Initiation's begun!" Brian said, running over to a blue painted seat covered in towels. "Wait, what? What are you guys doing?!" John said, trying to free himself, squirming and thrashing. Two more guys came around the corner to hold down his legs as they lowered him on to the bench. "Shorts, lose 'em" Brian said to the boys holding John's legs. They followed his command and pulled off the loose shorts that hung around the skinny boy's waist. "Joshy, ya got that thing plugged in yet?" Brian shouted across the room. "You don't gotta shout you bone head, I've got it." Josh handed the small compressor to Brian who eagerly pushed past John's legs and stuck the hose deep into his rear. John let out a short scream and a moan. "Wowy, soun's like 'e liked it!" Brian laughed and cranked the small compressor to max pressure before turning it back down, John giving out another yelp. "Careful boys, the fun's just started, don't break him yet!" Josh pushed passed the rest of the swim team and to John's head. "Josh, t-tell them to stop!" John yelled at his friend who looked at him rather amused. "Oh come on, you wanted to be a part of the team, you gotta go through the initiation! All the sports teams have one" Josh giggled and watched as his friend's small and skinny stomach swelled into a dome that raised past his chest. "Just a little more, boys, then move on to phase two!" "H-HELP!" John yelled, but there wasn't anyone around that seemed interested in helping him. "O-oh my god, I'm gonna B-BURST!" John moaned. Brian slapped John's now tight belly, and the rest of the boys laughed as the sound echoed through the locker room. "Yea' good enough" Brian said and promptly turned off the compressor and yanked it out of the poor bloated boy. "To da pool!" He shouted. The four boys holding John down simultaneously lifted him into the air. With a burp and a moan, John barely resisted. The four boys rushed to the door on the opposite end of the room and down a flight of stairs and I to a large room. In the center of the room was a large and deep swimming pool. "Alright, ya wanna be on the team? Den ya gotta take a plunge." Brian said, poking John's tight stomach. "W-what? I-i can't! Not like this!" John protested once again. But it was too late, the boys holding him began to swing him back and forth, aiming for the pool, counting to three. "One!" They said together. "Two!" Swinging him back really far. "Three!" They shouted and hurled John forward, letting him go into the air. John panicked and screamed in the air, but it was too late, and soon… *Splash* he was in the water, all the boys cheating and laughing as John surfaced unamused. Cold. Wet. Naked. And bloated to the brim with air, barely able to keep his balance, and feeling like a beach ball. Then one of the boys ran to the pool and jumped in, right beside John pushing him over with a huge wave. The. A second boy jumped in, and soon the whole team jumped into the pool, knocking John over and causing him to rise and float and try to regain his balance. Some of the boys grabbed the small boy and pushed him around like a pool toy, poking his hard gut, and his hard rod. Even though he was struggling through the waves and the hands of the other guys, everyone could see John was very much enjoying all of this.
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The Spell
Nathan was miserable. He was living alone, in a one bedroom apartment, unable to sleep, unable to think, unable to just do something . He had a job he hated, he could never keep a relationship for very long, and to top it off, he was slowly slipping into a depression. If things didn't turn around... he didn't know what would happen.
This night was no different from any other night, as he tossed and turned, unable to find a comfortable spot to sleep in. He sighed, and sat up, before grabbing his laptop, and walking out to his living room, which was a small affair, with a low ceiling and minimal furniture.
Desperate for at least a good night
Literature
Pierce's Predicaments - The Fizzy Lifting Drink
Speed. That's all that mattered right now.
Hit the wall, turn, push off, go go go.
Breathe, stroke, breathe, stroke.
A whistle barely heard above the splashing of water finally snapped Pierce out of his mantra, forcing him to tread water as he looked up at his times on the scoreboard.
"Yes!" He said, pumping his fist victoriously. He'd shaved another three seconds off of his time, something he'd been chasing for weeks now.
"Nice work, Lachapelle." His coach said, smiling down at him. "Alright boys, hit the showers. We're done for the day."
The rest of the team pulled themselves from the water, the loud sounds of splashing following thei
This started as an experiment between me and BetterBelly, just to see what it was like to collaborate. We tossed around ideas, started writing, and it snowballed a bit. We might do a sequel in the future.If you have any suggestions as to what it should contain, don't hesitate to leave a comment!
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Awesome !!!