The Seasonal Balloonies
By Lord Balloony-cat Inflated
This story is © Lord
Balloony-cat Inflated as of 8/7/2002. You (the reader) may redistribute it as
you please as long as the following conditions are met:
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made from said redistribution.
2) Lord Balloony-cat Inflated is credited as the author.
3) The text is unaltered, and exactly matches Lord
Balloony-cat Inflated’s master copy.
One more thing: Special thanks
to Skipp, for his short story “Bubble Morning”, which lead me down a new
thought path for my own story and made me aware of the movie Catnapped!
OK that about raps it up.
Questions? Comments? email balloonycat@yahoo.com
Enough legal mumbo jumbo; on with the show:
Miniyaow finished gnawing the meat off of a last leg bone
and let out a resounding belch. “Whew,” she declared, “I’m stuffed” She
pushed back from the table and laid her paws on her stomach, which groaned and
grumbled with its freight of raw beef.
“Excellent,” Sarana said cheerfully. She turned to the
other of the two young felinoids, a male named Ca’hin, and asked him sweetly if
perhaps he was full as well.
“Oh yes ma’am” he said, patting his own aching stomach.
“If I eat any more, I’ll bust a seam”
“You’re both quite sure you’re full?” she asked again,
“because you can’t expect to fill up with gas if you’re not full. I’d hate to
have one of you wake up all saggy”
“No no, we’re both quite sure,” Ca’hin said, “Aren’t we
Mini?”
She nodded.
“Very good then,” the priestess said. “Now wait here
until we return. It’s time to give you the Flesh Needles”
Twin looks of apprehension bordering on alarm formed on
the two felinoids’ faces.
“Relax,” Tyo said cheerfully. “The Needle only hurts for
a second. The loss of flesh is actually quite pleasant, I’m told” The priest
and priestess smiled reassuringly as they left to get the cases that held the
Needles.
Ca’hin and Miniyaow tried to
do what the priestess had said, but it was hard to relax when you were about to
be jabbed by a needle that was going to let the flesh out of your body like the
air from a tire.
As Miniyaow sat beside
Ca’hin, she found her thoughts turning to the events leading up to this strange
situation…
Miniyaow
yawned and stretched slowly. Around her were the soft sounds of her siblings
awakening to meet the new day. Miniyaow extended her tongue and began to groom
the sleep from her fur, pausing when she reached wetness around the cleft of
her sex. It seemed that she had been dreaming of mating again. Miniyaow found
that since early this year, males and mating were all she did dream
about; or think about. She had noticed that her scent was changing as well, and
that her parents and her older siblings kept looking at her in a funny way when
they thought she couldn’t see, as if they knew something she didn’t. It was all
very puzzling.
Setting
aside these thoughts for now, Miniyaow continued her grooming. She gave the wet
area of her fur special attention, especially the funny little ring of flesh
around the lip of her vagina, which sent delicious sensations rippling through
her at the slightest touch. Today it seemed especially sensitive, but before
she could explore this discovery, one of her younger brother hit her in the
head with a pillow.
“You
clean yourself too much” he said. “One of these days, you’ll go too far and
clean yourself away for good”
“That’s
not true and you know it Niffs” she said irritably. She was annoyed with him
for the pillow and for interrupting her when she was enjoying herself.
“Will
too,” he said, smiling nastily. “There wont even be a body to bury. Just a big
ol’ clean spot”
“That’s
a load of shit if I ever heard one. People can’t be cleaned away” Her tone let
it be known how ridiculous she thought this was.
“It
can too happen,” he said. “Wanna know why?” his voice dripped with smug
arrogance.
“No” she said.
His face and ears drooped for a moment, then he decided
to ignore her and go on anyway. “It can happen to you, ‘cause you’re
just a big scuzz ball anyway and everyone knows scuzz gets cleaned away.” He
smiled nastily for a moment…but only for a moment. His face tried to change to
a look of shock and fear, but it was interrupted by Miniyaow’s leap into his
chest. She knocked him off his bed and the two felinoids went rolling across
the floor, biting and snapping ferociously.
It
might have been frightening to an outsider, but it was really just a more
vigorous form of the play-fighting all kittens used to practice their skills.
Neither of the two was in for anything more serious than some bruising and
small, stinging cuts; most of both would be administered by Miniyaow and taken
by Niffs, because she was older and larger.
In
fact, Miniyaow was just two moves away from pinning Niffs under her paws when
their oldest sister, Ti’yaowl, popped her head into the room. Ti’yaowl yelled
at them both to come down stairs and they could kill each other later and did
they want to make everyone late for Summers’-end carnival?
“Summers’-end
carnival?!” Miniyaow exclaimed.
“Yes,”
Ti’yaowl said. “Don’t you remember? It’s today.”
“I’d
forgotten all about it” Miniyaow said.
Niffs
laughed. “You forgot about the carnival? What a dope”
“Oh
a dope, am I? A dope and a scuzz ball, eh?” Miniyaow smiled sweetly. “Well,
just remember” here her voice took on a nasty edge “The magic ticket always
puts you to sleep first, so there’s plenty I could do to you before I
join you in Dream Land.”
Niffs
gulped nervously. His scent turned sour with fear. “You wouldn’t dare,” he said
in a small voice.
“Wouldn’t
I?” Miniyaow chuckled and headed downstairs.
Miniyaow
loved Summer’s-end carnival. To her it was better than all the human holidays
she had ever heard of, a huge celebration at the start of the cold months
followed by an enchanted sleep through fall and winter. Miniyaow wasn’t
especially fond of the enchanted sleep bit, but the sleep spell was on the
tickets. The only way to avoid sleep was not to take one, and that was no way
at all, as far as Miniyaow was concerned. So here she was, Niffs in tow,
standing in line at the ticket booths. After this morning, Niffs hadn’t wanted
to be anywhere near Miniyaow, but no one else would take him and mother
said he wasn’t old enough to wander around by himself.
If
this had been last year, Miniyaow would have found herself escorted along in
tow of someone else. When she found that wasn’t going to be the case this year,
she had sorely tempted to take advantage of her newfound independence. However,
the chance to torment her little brother and please her parents had been
too good to pass up. Needless to say, Niffs was not happy at all. He kept
shooting nervous glances at her and alternating profound apologies with nervous
questions as to whether or not she really meant to do something to him when the
spell sent him off to Dream Land. Miniyaow kept silent, preferring to let him
stew in his one juices for a while longer.
A
while longer turned out to be the time it took for them to reach the ticket
booth, at which point, Niffs refused to take a pass. “Take a ticket son” the
dispenser said cheerfully. Niffs shook his head and Miniyaow suddenly noticed
that there were tears in his eyes. Enough was enough. She had had her fun, but
if Niffs was going to get this worked up about a tiny little mock-threat, she
would have to put a stop to it. “Take the ticket, Niffs,” she said.
“No,” he said, “You’ll kill me while I’m sleeping.”
“Kill you? Is that what you’re afraid of?” He nodded.
“Niffs,” she said carefully, “I’m your sister. It’s my job to give you a hard
time. But it was just a joke, so stop being such a kitten about it.”
Niffs looked cautiously
hopeful at this. “You mean it?” he asked. “You promise?”
“I promise,” she said. “Now take the damn ticket, would
you please”
Niffs’ smile burst forth in
its full glory as he turned to the ticket man. “One please,” he said.
He giggled as the spell
tingled in his arm. “Come on, Miniyaow. Let’s go”
Without looking, Miniyaow
took a ticket, feeling the familiar jolt as the spell traveled up her arm. She
knew (or thought she knew) that she would begin to feal sleepy in about six
hours, and she would tumble off to Dream Land shortly afterward.
She
sighed, wondering if six hours of leisure were worth six months of sleep and
decided they were. She was about to move on, when she noticed that Niffs was
still standing by the ticket booth, looking at something shiny in his paw. She
walked back to him.
“What is it?” she asked.
“My ticket,” he said, holding up a rectangle of silver
foil. “When I got it, it was blue, but then it changed to silver. And look at
yours Miniyaow”
She looked down at her own
paw, expecting to see the familiar rectangle of red. Instead she found shiny
gold.
“What does it mean?” Niffs asked.
“You expect me to know?” Miniyaow was incredulous.
“Hmm,” Niffs said, “I guess you’re right. I should never
have expected a blockhead like you to know”
“Why you little…” Miniyaow began. She aimed a playful
cuff at his face, but he was already tearing off through the crowd.
“Hey Niffs, wait up!” she yowled, and took off after him.
The summers’-end carnival was wonderful, as always.
Anything and everything that could be bolted together or magically conjured up
was there, packed tightly into a few acres on the outskirts of town. It was
truly a grand sight to behold, with calliope music, lights of every color and
shade, two roller coasters, a Ferris wheel, a carousel, and balloons, legions
and armies and hordes of balloons. The colorful spheres of rubber drifted
everywhere, overhead and underfoot, drawing knowing smiles from the carnival’s
older patrons and occasionally punctuating the general roar of the crowd with
loud bangs as a sharp-clawed foot came down in the wrong place. The whole place
was a swirl of sensory input, which Miniyaow and Niffs drank in like hungry
sponges. This was the stuff that good winter dreams were made of.
In the past, Miniyaow had always approached the carnival
with a capricious attitude, wandering hither and yon, sampling the various
attractions until about 7:00 PM, when the spell put her to sleep for the
winter. This year got off to much the same start, minus the time it took
Miniyaow to locate her little brother and chastise him for running off on his own,
but as 7:00 drew nearer and nearer, it became apparent that something was
amiss. Niffs was, as usual, showing signs of sleepiness as the magic slumber
began to take hold. However, Miniyaow herself seemed unaffected by the spell.
This was very strange and somewhat alarming, as she imagined herself freezing
to death in the long winter, while everyone else slept safe around her. She had
to find mother and ask her what was happening.
“Stay here, Niffs,” Miniyaow said, pausing beside the
trunk of a small tree. She need needn’t have bothered to speak. Her brother’s
eyes were glazed and half-lidded and he made no response to her instruction. He
wasn’t going anywhere, except to Dream Land. Miniyaow extended razor sharp
claws and began to climb the tree, leaving her brother dozing on his feet
below. Poking her head out of the foliage, Miniyaow scented the odor laden air,
sorting amongst the various (and sometimes offensive) smells until she had
isolated her mother’s personal scent. She snorted in surprise, unable to
believe her own senses. Her mother’s smell was laced with the chemicals of deep
slumber, which was even stranger than her own current alertness. Adults never
fell asleep before children, never. Now more uneasy than ever, Miniyaow
searched the air currents for her father’s spicy aroma, only to find his scent
subdued by sleep as well. Frantically, she isolated each member of her family
who was older than she herself. If her parents were both asleep, it was
unlikely that anyone younger had escaped the spell’s clutches, but she had to
try. As she expected, they were all asleep. Miniyaow’s own scent became thickly
laced with fear as she climbed down the tree. All of her family apparently
slept, even Niffs, who had fallen asleep some time after Miniyaow had left him.
She herself still felt nothing. She took out the strange golden ticket and
looked at it fearfully. Was there something wrong with it? What was she going
to do? She had to find help soon, or she really would freeze to death amidst
the sleeping bodies of her fellows.
Suddenly,
Miniyaow’s ears perked up and swiveled. Someone was coming. Turning, Miniyaow
caught sight of a figure padding toward her on all fours. By the smell, it was
a female, though an unusually old one. Miniyaow envisioned her as the mother of
several litters. When the female drew close enough to make out clearly,
Miniyaow saw that she was, in addition to being unusually old, rather on the
plump side; with a general swollen roundness about her form. This roundness was
especially concentrated in her underbelly, making her look gravid with child.
Miniyaow decided she liked it. It made the stranger seem friendlier, less
threatening.
“Hello Miniyaow,” the plump female said cheerfully, “I am
Sarana, the priestess of The Change”
“How do you know my name?”
“The ticket” Sarana said, and smiled. “The moment your
hand touched it, I knew your name, your scent, and what you looked like. Ca’hin
wondered the same thing” She turned her head and called “Ca’hin, come meet your
mate!” over her shoulder.
“My mate?” Miniyaow tilted her head in curiosity.
Sarana seemed about to answer, but just then, Ca’hin jogged to a halt beside
her.
For a long moment, no one spoke. Ca’hin’s scent was
powerful and virile and male. It had a very strong effect on Miniyaow’s
hormone drenched body. Her breath shortened until she was almost panting, her
heart pounded in her chest, and her sex became moist and warm. Ca’hin was in
much the same boat. His blood was boiling as his nose filled with the
overpowering scent of a female ready to mate. His heart and lungs were working
to beat the band and his penis had unsheathed and become engorged. His tongue
lolled and he began to pant. Sarana watched this interplay with detached
amusement.
“Isn’t chemistry wonderful?” she asked playfully. “I see
that you to are anxious to ‘get acquainted’, so we shan’t dawdle here any
longer. Please follow me. I’ll tell you what’s been happening on the way.” With
that she turned and headed for the entrance to the carnival. Miniyaow and
Ca’hin trailed behind like cans after a car with “Just Married” in the window.
“If your parents followed doctrine,” Sarana began “then
this is what you have been told: the fall and winter months are too cold and
the food too sparse for us to survive unaided. Thus we throw a carnival at the
start of the cold months and everyone who takes a ticket falls into a magical
sleep until spring comes. None of this is true.”
Miniyaow and Ca’hin gaped at this and their ears went up
in surprise, but Sarana didn’t see.
“Although we would find fall
and winter hostile to us, they are quite survivable. What we really do during
the winter is put the children to sleep and turn into balloonies-“
“What!?” Miniyaow exclaimed, “That’s ridiculous”
“More like insane,” Ca’hin added derisively.
Sarana turned. She smelled
decidedly amused by their disbelief “Ridiculous, eh? Insane, eh?”
“Yes ma’am” Ca’hin said uncertainly.
“So what you’re saying is, you’re willing to believe in
an enchanted sleep and a magically constructed carnival, but transmogrification
is ‘insane’.”
Ca’hin and Miniyaow looked thoughtful. “I guess it
doesn’t make much sense to believe in one and not the other” Miniyaow said at
last. Ca’hin said nothing. His ears were down and he seemed to be carefully
counting the pebbles between his fingers.
“I'm glad you realize that. Now, where was I? Oh yes,”
she began to walk again as she picked up the tail of her thought. “As I was
saying, we all become balloonies and we sort of take a vacation. With air in
place of flesh and a magical bubble over the land to shut out the cold, we set
our cares aside and become creatures of whimsy. When the spring comes, we turn
back into furries, the bubble deflates, the children awake, and we resume our
normal lives.”
“Weird,” Miniyaow said.
“Why do you put the children to sleep?” Ca’hin said, “It
seems kind of unfair that they miss out on the fun”
“They never know it, Ca’hin, and besides, the process of
transformation involves a mating of sorts, and children just aren’t ready to
experience that yet.”
“Oh, “ Ca’hin said “I guess I can understand that, but it
still makes me mad that my parents lied to me”
“Come now Ca’hin. I shouldn’t have to tell you why that
was necessary. How would you feel if you knew that a lot of fun things were
about to happen and you couldn’t be a part of it?”
Ca’hin nodded his
understanding.
“So what’s the big deal about us?” Miniyaow asked.
“Every year, a male and a female who have just become
sexually mature are chosen to be royal balloonies. You two got the golden
tickets, so you’re this year’s royal balloonies”
“Does that mean we get to be kings and queens and boss
people around?”
Sarana chuckled. “No, not really. What it means is that
you two will be the first to become balloonies. When you mate, you will transform
the others. It also means that in the spring, you’ll be the first to become
furries again and your mating will then restore everyone else to furry form.”
“So where do you come in?” Miniyaow asked.
“I'm the Priestess of The Change. I make the tickets,
track down the golden ticket-holders, start them turning into balloonies, and
I’m also the Great Bubble.”
“Great Bubble?” Ca’hin tilted his ears in confusion.
“You’ll understand when the time comes. Ah, here we are”
Ca’hin and Miniyaow had been too engrossed in Sarana’s
explanation to notice where they where going. Now they realized that they were
in the center of town.
“What is that!?” Miniyaow asked.
“That is the temple of The Change,” Sarana
replied.
“Where did it come from? Magic?” Ca’hin asked.
“Oh the Temple is always there, Ca’hin. It’s just on a
different plane of existence most of the time. And yes, it is magic.”
The Temple was quite a spectacle. Fully fifty tall, it
was built in the shape of a female cat sitting up on her haunches. Her eyes
were closed in a smile, and her forepaws rested on the great curve of her
hugely swollen belly. Ca’hin at first took this to mean that she was pregnant,
but changed his mind when he saw the air valve in her navel. Besides signifying
that she was actually a well-inflated balloony cat, the air valve served as an
entrance to the Temple, and was reached by a grand staircase. As the trio
approached the foot of the stairs, the temple door, which formed the plug of
the air valve, swung open, and a very rotund male stepped out.
“Greetings, Sarana. These must be the royals. I am Tyo,
the priest of The Change and the Great Inflater”
Miniyaow’s train of thought was interrupted at this point
by the return of Tyo and Sarana, both of whom carried a case of dark and fragrant
wood, ornately carved and hinged and latched in gold. “Come over here and lie
down,” Tyo said, indicating a large silk floor cushion. Miniyaow and Ca’hin
padded over and lay on their sides facing each other as Tyo and Sarana removed
the Needles from their cases. Miniyaow had been expecting something small, like
a sewing or a hypodermic needle; these were actually more like huge hat pins,
with six inch shafts and Ping-Pong sized heads, which were apparently
color-coded: blue for Ca’hin and red for her. Miniyaow swallowed nervously at
the Needle’s large size. Her scent became laced with the sour odor of fear, and
she could smell it on Ca’hin too.
“Don’t be afraid,” Sarana
soothed. “Like, Tyo said, it only hurts for a second. Now, hold still”
Miniyaow winced as the Needle pricked her belly. She
heard Ca’hin’s hiss of pain and knew that he too had been poked. For a moment,
nothing happened. Then the wound began to tingle. As Miniyaow watched, the fur
around the wound seemed to melt away, replaced by a shiny, latex-like surface.
The tingle spread and the change spread with it. Miniyaow began to feel
lighter, as if she were losing mass somehow. Soon, she and Ca’hin were
completely transformed from fur to shiny latex. There were twin sounds of
Champaign corks popping as air valves popped out of Miniyaow and Ca’hin’s
navels. Then the hissing began. Gas began to spray from the pinprick wounds in
Miniyaow and Ca’hin’s shiny tummies, filling the room with a powerful, earthy,
intoxicating odor. Sarana and Tyo sniffed and sighed contentedly in unison.
“Our work here is done,” Tyo said. “Time for me to fatten
you up”
Sarana settled onto her drooping stomach, facing the
royal balloonies from a few feet away. Tyo mounted her from behind and began to
thrust his member in side her.
“What’s happening to us?” Ca’hin asked. He noticed a
creeping drowsiness and a feeling of softness, both of which intensified as
time passed.
“Never mind what’s happening to us. What’s happening to you?”
Miniyaow asked in a tone of shock. Sarana’s belly was swelling. With every
thrust from Tyo, it grew larger and larger, making Sarana look more and more
pregnant. When the leading edge of her tummy met the floor, it sank in, as if
it had no substance. Only when half its diameter was submerged did it begin to
lift Tyo and Sarana off the ground.
When Sarana spoke, it was as if Tyo were not there,
except for the blissful expression on her face and the deep purr underlying her
words.
“Remember how we told you that I was the Great Bubble and
Tyo was the Great Inflater? Well, right now, he’s pumping up my belly”
“When we’re done, her belly will form the bubble that
protects the town from the cold of winter” Tyo added without missing a stroke.
He and his mate now lay atop a furry hemisphere over five feet in diameter. As
it slowly swelled, it began to take on the smooth shine of latex and to become
translucent.
“And as for you, the Flesh Needles have turned your skin
to latex and your flesh to gas. What’s happening now –ooo (Tyo had thrust more
deeply for a moment)- is that flesh-gas escaping from you. Soon –mmph- you’ll
both be flaccid, and sound asleep. When your food digests into gas, it’ll
refill you, and you’ll officially be the royal balloonies.” Sarana paused for a
moment, and when she continued, her tone and expression were those of a
concerned parent going over last minute details with children.
“Now when you wake up, don’t dawdle. Get stretched out and
start yiffing each other’s brains out.” Miniyaow and Ca’hin both nodded. They
were beginning to feel really sleepy as their bodies began to sag and settle.
“Shortly after you couple, something very strange will happen, but don’t worry,
it’s supposed to. Just go with it and keep –ahh- mating.” The royal balloonies’
eyelids began to feel like lead, but they struggled to stay awake. They both
looked like leaky beach toys, rumpled and saggy, with piles of deflated flesh
gathering around the side they lay on.
“Changing back to furries is basically the same as
changing into balloonies. You’ll have to prick you selves with the Needles to
start it all up, and don’t forget to gorge first. When the weather starts to
warm up, don’t wait too long to change everyone back –huh-whoa. If you haven’t
changed everyone back by the time I start to deflate, the ones who are still
balloonies will lose all their balloony magic and turn into ordinary balloons
when the shrinking Bubble leaves them outside itself. They won’t be able to
move or speak and there won’t be enough magic to fix them until next year. I
guess that’s it. Any questions?” But there were none, for Miniyaow and Ca’hin
were as flat as sheets.
“I hope they’ll be alright” Sarana sounded worried.
“Relax dear,” Tyo said soothingly. “You always worry, and
it always turns out fine. Now relax and enjoy this” He continued to thrust,
pumping her bigger and bigger, tighter and tighter. Soon the hemisphere of her
belly was large enough to engulf the sleeping balloonies. It was now tight
enough to be totally clear. Sarana held herself as she fattened, relishing the
sensation of inflation. “More Tyo, more. Make me bigger,” she gasped.
Tyo began to thrust harder and faster. He and Sarana rose up through the
ceiling of the room, passing through it as if they were no more than ghosts. In
a few thrusts, Sarana’s great belly had engulfed the Temple. “Bigger, bigger,”
she moaned. The great shiny hemisphere towered over the town, spreading its
reach further and further with each thrust of the Great Inflater. Sarana’s
belly wasn’t the only thing that was swelling. With every thrust of Tyo,
tension was building in the loins of the priest and priestess; their need for
release was bloating and bulging like a balloon inflating. Soon, soon the
balloon would pop.
Sarana’s bloated belly covered everything for several
miles in all directions. It seemed that she and Tyo were perched at the top of
the world. The fire in their loins was burning at its brightest. Suddenly, both
of them were overcome by a feeling of gassiness, as if they were about to
belch. The feeling increased rapidly in time with the swelling of the balloon
that was their need to orgasm. Their cheeks began to puff up, their eyes to
bulge. All at once, the balloon burst. Their mouths flew open, and their gas
sprayed forth with a great whooshing sound. The release was an agony of
pleasure as they quickly softened and deflated. In moments, they were no more
than two empty skins atop the Great Bubble’s shiny surface.
While Tyo was busy inflating Sarana, Miniyaow and
Ca’hin’s stomachs were busy inflating them. Their bodies lay draped across the
silk cushion, limp and lifeless. However, their food was digesting unseen,
gradually filling them with wisps and puffs of gas. The gas began to build
ridges and humps in the two flaccid felinoids. The humps and ridges spread,
connected, enlarged. Two hours after losing all her flesh, Miniyaow had enough
gas in her body to support a dim semblance of consciousness. Of course, there
was no outward sign of this, for the balloonies’ bodies had no more firmness
than a boiled noodle and thus they were effectively and completely paralyzed.
Their pressure continued to mount. In another hour, they were full enough to
yawn and blink sleepily and to move about in a slow, clumsy fashion.
“How –yawn- long do you think –yawn- we have left?”
Miniyaow asked.
“Not –yawn- sure,” Ca’hin replied. “It looks to me like
we’re almost full. Maybe a few more minutes”
Miniyaow sighed and sagged back into a supine position.
Her head was still not fully inflated, and that made it hard to think. She was
feeling very lazy and she decided it was not altogether unpleasant to be half
inflated. It left you sort of mellow.
The feeling didn’t last. In a few more minutes, enough air
had built up to make the balloonies as firm as they could want. They were
wide-awake and taut as drums. Miniyaow ran her hand over her shiny flank,
producing a squeaky sound and a vibration that traveled all through her body
and felt delicious in her sex.
“I feel so light.” Miniyaow purred. She still felt lazy
from a few minutes ago and as she spoke, she relaxed her body. Suddenly, air
sprayed from her vagina. Startled, she tensed up, and the stream tapered off.
“What happened?” Ca’hin asked.
“I’m not sure,” Miniyaow replied. Experimentally, she
relaxed some of the muscles in her pelvic area. The stream of air returned,
accompanied by the same loosening that she had felt when they were being
defleshed. She stopped relaxing and the leak stopped again.
“I get it” she exclaimed happily. “I must have a
sphincter valve in my vagina.”
With a little more
experimenting, she had pinpointed the muscles to relax and could even control
the speed of the flow.
“I wonder if I have one” Ca’hin said.
“No reason why you shouldn’t. Try relaxing your muscles.
They’re sort of the ones you use to let out piss, if that helps any” Ca’hin
concentrated, and was soon rewarded with a hiss from the tip of his penis.
“That feels nice,” he said. “It almost feels like
masturbating”
“You know, you’re right. It has that same tingle. But now
I feel all loose and sleepy”
“Maybe I could fix that,” Ca’hin said, in a voice that
was suddenly tense. He had gotten a strong whiff of Miniyaow’s gas and the
smell was making him very yiffy.
“Alright,” she said, lying back on the cushion. He knelt,
straddling her hips, and opened the air valve in her navel. Gas began to hiss
quietly and Miniyaow felt herself softening as air left her. Bending almost
double, Ca’hin put his lips around the valve, and blew gently. Miniyaow began
to tighten immediately. As she firmed, she grew less sleepy and more alert. It
dawned on her that she was, at this moment, being straddled by a hansom young
male. The feeling of inflation and the smell of Ca’hin made her yiffy.
“That’s enough air, Ca’hin” she said. He closed the valve
with his tongue and used his nose to press it flush with her belly. When he
straitened, she reached up and licked his ear, then smiled coyly up at him. He
moved without thinking: a thrust, a squeak of latex, and Miniyaow’s velvety
inner recesses enveloped him. Miniyaow gasped as she suddenly found her vagina
filled with a respectable amount of balloony penis. She lay still for a moment,
listening to the rhythmic squeaking as Ca’hin thrust within her, then she began
to move her hips in time with his, creating delicious sensations in her loins.
Ca’hin began to pant with excitement. Miniyaow purred. The vibration traveled
all through her body and into his, intensifying the stimulation they both felt
Suddenly, a tingle began in their loins. The sensation intensified until it was
almost painful. There seemed to be a lot of liquid in Miniyaow’s vagina, and
Ca’hin began to feel his member losing firmness. A moment later, they both felt
something that made them look between their legs with shocked expressions.
Their sexes were melting together; Ca’hin’s penis thickened and Miniyaow’s
labia tightened and moved along the length of Ca’hin’s member until the two
organs had fused into a single shaft of flesh.
“What the hell is that?!” Ca’hin demanded. He looked
scared and a little sick. They had both stopped thrusting.
“I don’t know what it is, but Sarana said to expect
something strange and to just go with it. This must be what she was talking
about.”
“Just go with it!” Ca’hin sounded disgusted. “Easy for
her to say. It’s not her penis that melts”
“Hey, you’re not the only one with melted genitals, ok.
Besides, it feels kinda nice if you just relax. Come on” she nuzzled his cheek,
leaving a patch of scent behind from her glands. It had the desired affect. His
libido began to rise at the smell of pheromones so close to his nose. He
discovered that he could still feel the walls of Miniyaow’s sex gripping his
penis, although neither seemed to exist any more. Experimentally, he thrust. It
felt ok. Soon they were both lost in the rhythm of mating again. As they moved,
the tube of flesh between them began to bulge on one side. The bulge developed
into a tube of its own, transforming the bar into a T shape. Neither Miniyaow
nor Ca’hin noticed this until the new branch suddenly lengthened dramatically,
its tip shooting away from them like lightning and down into the floor. They
paused for a moment, then shrugged and continued yiffing.
Grraow was sitting on his bed, trying to concentrate on a
book. It was hard going, because his mind kept straying back to what his
parents had told him about the winter months. He could hardly believe that soon
he would become a balloony and he could hardly wait for the promised
months of carefree fun and yiffing. He had never mated before (although, like
most adolescents, he gave his penis a good licking now and then)
and he wondered if it would
be as enjoyable as he had imagined. Suddenly, his ears perked up. The door to
his room had come open a few inches. As he watched, a thick tube of shiny
latex, almost like a sausage balloon, threaded its way through the narrow gap
like a snake. He leaned forward with his hands between his feet, watching the
tube with the intense stare of the feline. His whiskers twitched in
anticipation and his penis unsheathed and grew hard. The last four feet of the
tube rose in the air and hovered there, reinforcing the image of a snake.
Grraow had just enough time to see that the end of the tube was open, then it
moved like lightning, fastening this open end over his penis. Grraow gasped as
he experienced the sensation of a female’s velvety innards enveloping his cock.
He squinted with pleasure as he began to feel the tube suck something out of
him through his penis. It was an immensely pleasant sensation that left him
feeling loose and lazy inside, much as Miniyaow and Ca’hin had felt when they
were losing air. The last foot of the tube started to swell. At the same time,
Grraow began to feel a creeping drowsiness and a weakness in his limbs. It was
very relaxing. He lay back in bed, propped up on his elbows, watching his
vitality flowed into the bulge and it began to take shape. The bulge became a
ball, the ball swelled for a bit, then elongated into a football shape with the
long axis pointed toward Grraow’s head. As Grraow grew sleepier and yiffier,
the ball gradually formed the shape of a female balloony felinoid with Grraow’s
penis in her vagina. Suddenly, Grraow’s eyes, which had begun to slip closed, widened
in recognition.
“Miniyaow?” he asked fuzzily. He was incredulous, and
nearly unconscious.
“Not quite,” she replied. As she moved, Grraow noticed
that the tube had become part of her stripped tail. “I'm actually a simulacrum
of Miniyaow, but I am linked to her, so when I thrust, she feels it. The reason
you’re feeling so sleepy right now is because I’m sucking your life force and
soul into myself. When I finish up, your body will be lifeless, but don’t
worry, you’ll be reborn as a balloony when I'm done. Now, what say we fatten
you into a proper cocoon?”
“Wha?” he yawned loudly.
“Just lie there, and I’ll do the work” With that said,
she began to thrust, creating delicious friction in Grraow’s member. He purred.
As she continued to undulate on top of him, he began to feel bloated and gassy.
The feeling increased with each thrust of her lovely hips. He was beginning to
pant, despite his loss of life force. The bloated feeling increased further as
the simulacrum reared up and began to bounce playfully with one shiny hand on
his stomach. Suddenly, she smiled, for his belly had begun to swell under her
hand. His back and sides were also rounding out, and his limbs were beginning
to plump up into cone shapes. With each delicious thrust, he grew. She loved the
feel of him expanding under and inside of her as she pumped him up. To him, the
tightening of his flesh and the lightening of his body was exquisite and very
stimulating. He found that the bigger he got, the more sensitive he became to
her attentions. Seeming to know this, she stretched out full-length on his
bulging body, pressing her taut tummy to his, and began to caress his sides and
belly. He continued to swell, first into a barrel shape, and then into a
sphere. That sphere was now in the process of absorbing his limbs and tail as
she pumped him up bigger and fatter.
“Bigger,” he moaned. “Oh please, make me bigger. PUMP ME
UP!”
“Yes baby, we’ll make you bigger” She too was panting as
she clung to the furry, swelling surface that was Grraow’s belly. Her thrusts
were coming faster and faster. Grraow’s inflation was driving them both mad. He
was so full that he could no longer move; the great sphere of his body extended
out to his wrists and ankles and was rapidly swallowing his tail. He was over
eight feet across and still fattening.
“Bigger! Make me bigger! Oh baby, pump me up!” he cried. His tail disappeared into his body. They rolled gently as he became unbalanced. She hit the floor on her back, still clutching him to her. Now, she did not so much thrust as rock his bloated body back and forth. She hoped he would come soon, for she could not hold onto him much longer. He was big enough that his back was brushing the ceiling when the dam finally burst. He gave out an ear-splitting yowl as his loins seemed to explode. She stopped thrusting and held him as the climactic spasms sprayed the last of his soul into her. His yowl tapered off quickly, and when she let go of him, his body was lifeless. She broke intercourse, rolling him off of her so she could stand and survey her handiwork. Before her lay a lifeless furry sphere from which protruded hands, feet, a head, and a wilted penis. She had transformed a young male into a cocoon. As the vessel of his life force, she would enter the cocoon, and he would emerge, reborn from her flesh as a balloony. She had to hurry. Already, the change from simulacrum to Grraow-balloony was beginning. Quickly, she turned and twisted off the tube at the end of her tail, severing herself from Miniyaow. Then she rolled Grraow’s body until the head was close to her and began to squeeze into the mouth, tail first. Grraow’s mouth was easy to stretch around her lithe form, and she was soon falling asleep in the gloom of the cocoon.
Miniyaow had experienced all of this first-hand, through
the tube that extended from the fusion of her genitals and Ca’hin’s. That tube
had burrowed underground, split, and popped up offshoots all over town.
Everywhere, shiny latex tubes were fastening onto furry genitals; everywhere,
furry life force was being sucked into simulacra of Ca’hin and Miniyaow (Ca’hin
if they were females, Miniyaow if they were males); everywhere, furries found
themselves fattening into giant lifeless spheres. Miniyaow and Ca’hin felt all
of it as if they were there. Miniyaow was beginning to see why their relatives
had been put to sleep. She would not have relished mating with her own father.
Finally,
the last furry was bloated into a cocoon. All this time, Miniyaow and Ca’hin
had been mating in a daze, their minds spread out along the branches of the
tube that produced the simulacra. Now, as the last simulacrum crawled into its
cocoon, the network of tubing began to retreat, bearing with it Miniyaow and
Ca’hin and all the pent up sexual force they had accumulated from tons of
yiffing without orgasm.
Miniyaow
awoke to a tickling in her crotch, as if a breeze was blowing down there, and
the knowledge that Ca’hin was no longer in her arms. She felt bloated and
gassy, and when she opened her eyes, she saw why. Ca’hin was not in her arms
because both of them had been, and were still being, fattened into huge spheres
just like all the furries in town. They were just barely touching at the belly.
Their arms, legs and tails had already been swallowed by what were now
five-foot spheres. As the tube network continued to retreat, Miniyaow and
Ca’hin became larger and yiffier. Miniyaow purred as she grew tighter and
tighter and tighter. Ca’hin moaned softly as he swelled. The tube came up out
of the floor. When it reached the rope of flesh that had been Miniyaow and
Ca’hin’s genitals, it split.
Ca’hin
felt the melting sensation in his groin again and saw that Miniyaow’s tube was
now sticking into her vagina instead of merging seamlessly with her flesh. From
this, he deduced that his tube had changed as well. He saw that she grew fatter
as her tube shortened. It reminded him of a bomb fuse and he wondered what
would happen when the “fuse” ran out. He was stuffed to the gills with gas, a
shiny sphere bloated so large that it squished where it met the walls of the
room. He was torn between his desire to feel himself grow fatter and fatter,
and his increasing need for release. The pressure was driving him crazy.
They
continued to bloat. As their tubes drew closer and closer to their sexes, they grew
more and more tense. Suddenly, Ca’hin saw Miniyaow’s tube withdraw into her
sex. Her body seemed to gather itself for a moment, shrinking a bit as it
tensed up.
“Oh,
Ca’hin,” Miniyaow panted breathlessly “Ca’hin I think I’m going to...” her
words suddenly changed to a yowl of pleasure as air erupted from her sex in a
powerful jet. She began to lose pressure, rapidly deflating as the fattening
gas escaped her. Seconds later, Ca’hin felt his own tube disappear. For a
moment, his muscles tensed, making the pressure unbearable. This seemed to last
forever, but finally, the down stroke came. The whoosh of his penis losing gas
filled his ears. The vibration traveled all through his body. A tiny spark
kindled in his loins. Even as he shrank, the spark grew, like a slow-motion
explosion in a movie. A column of pure fire seemed to rush up through his
torso, incinerating everything in its path. Ca’hin yowled in ecstasy as his
brain went up in a soundless flash of orgasm. His penis felt like a fire hose,
spraying forth gas in a high pressure/high pleasure stream. He on the other
hand, felt very loose and relaxed, as if he had been wearing a very tight belt
that had just snapped off. He yowled again as another wave of fire rolled
through him. As the fire passed, it left a warm, pulsing glow in its wake that
made Ca’hin feel very mellow. He began to purr very loudly as his bloated body
let loose air.
Miniyaow
on the other hand kept screaming as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over
her. Powerful muscle contractions raced across her glossy hide, forcing the air
from her sex. Between waves, she had the sublime sensation of melting inside,
turning into warm goo. She and Ca’hin shrank and shrank, their genitals hissing
like snakes. As soon as their limbs were free, they hugged their dwindling
bodies, trying to hold in the wonderful feeling of orgasm. They were both
purring loudly now; slack expressions of idiotic joy were on their faces. Soon,
they began to change from spheres to felinoids and the gas flow began to taper off.
When it finally stopped, both balloonies slumped to the floor, holding
themselves and purring loudly with their eyes squinted shut in pleasure. Both
of their bodies still hummed like tuning forks and it was some time before
either spoke.
“What
a rush” Miniyaow said from where she lay.
“You
said it” Ca’hin agreed. “I feel…” he trailed off, unwilling to spoil his
feeling of drowsy satisfaction by putting it into words. Because she felt the
same way, Miniyaow did not press him to speak. She was so sleepy,
drained of all energy, kept awake only by the air in her belly. She decided to
change that, relaxing the muscles of her sex. A soft hiss filled the room as
gas began to leak from between the lips of Miniyaow’s vagina. A moment later,
another hiss joined hers as Ca’hin began to lose air from his penis. They lay
still then and enjoyed the feeling of laziness, of loosening, as their pressure
went down. They were starting to wrinkle, to soften, and to settle as they let
go of their gas. The leaks were very slow, but before long, they were both fast
asleep. Meanwhile, changes were going on within the bloated cocoons.
The
simulacrum hung motionless in the red semi-darkness of his cocoon. He was not
really a copy of Ca’hin anymore, having lost his identity when he disconnected
from the tube that had produced him. Now he was just a shell, inhabited only by
the sleeping mind of Niala, which he had absorbed.
The
shell’s features began to change. They melted, softened, and shifted. The body
lost its masculine form, becoming more slender, less angular. The penis and
testes melted back into the body, only to be replaced by vaginal lips. When the
metamorphosis was complete, Niala’s sleeping mind resided in an exact,
inflatable copy of her original body.
When
the change came, each furry got to pick their balloony shape. Most chose to
remain as they were in furry form, but some eschewed convention. They became
dinosaur balloonies and canoid balloonies and balloony shapes never before seen
outside the realm of Dream Land. Such was the case with Niala.
No
sooner had her balloony body taken shape, then it began to change. Her muzzle
began to lengthen and to become more rounded. The part of her face above the
muzzle sank down to become part of the elongation. Her eyes moved to the sides
of her head and her pointed ears melted away. At the same time, her neck grew
longer; Her fingers and toes fused together; her hands and feet became fins;
her arms and legs shortened and drew into her body; her tail grew as thick as
her neck. Her body itself grew shorter. It also began to bloat and thicken,
turning first into a barrel and then into a sphere. The stripes on her hide
disappeared, to be replaced by a uniform pink. Finally, a fleshy flower, like
the pinched neck of a party balloon, extruded itself from her bulging belly.
When it was all over, Niala had transformed into a creature not unlike the
plesiosaur, with a spherical body, four triangular fins, a long neck, and a
snake-like head.
With
a bang, Niala’s cocoon exploded into tiny fragments, exposing her to the world.
The noise woke her and she yawned loudly, stretching her long neck and hugging
her swollen belly with her fins. The new lightness of her inflated body and the
squeaky vibrations produced when her fins rubbed her tummy were wonderfully
sensual.
Excited
as a child at Christmas, Niala turned her head this way and that, craning her
long neck to see all of her wonderfully bloated body. She nuzzled her swollen
flanks, sniffing her stretchy skin and licking its smooth, rubbery surface. The
taste and smell of her flesh and the feel of her wet tongue on her sensitive
hide nearly drove her mad with stimulation and she hugged her lovely new self
again.
In the process of embracing herself, Niala pressed her neck and chin to the curve of her belly. This put the flower of flesh that was her gas stem directly in front of her nose. The site made Niala curious to try opening the valve.
Closing
her eyes, she concentrated on the sensations that were coming from her belly
until she could feel the tension that was the valve’s sphincter. She focused on
this and put her mind to the task of reducing the tension.
At
first, nothing happened. Then, she felt a tiny loosening. At the same time, a
tickle began in her belly as a tiny stream of delicious smelling gas escaped
from the valve. Before she realized what was happening, the trickle had become
a fountain.
The
startled Niala found herself propelled to the ceiling by a jet of her own gas.
When she hit, she bounced off and began to fly about the room, rapidly losing
air. The sensation of rushing gas was exquisitely stimulating, but as it
continued, she grew smaller, and as she grew smaller, she grew weaker and
sleepier.
Realizing
this, Niala decided to pinch off the flow before she put herself to sleep. She
concentrated on her belly again –not easy to do when she was flying about the
room- and willed her gas stem to close. At first, nothing happened. Niala was
now no more than three feet across. Her eyelids were very heavy and she was
feeling incredibly loose and lazy inside. She felt like letting herself deflate
until she went flaccid, but the greater part of her was determined to get
control of the situation. She concentrated all of her remaining will, and after
a moment, the valve constricted.
Niala cheered sleepily at her success. “Just in time,” she thought, holding her shrunken belly with her fins. She was now no larger than a child’s beach ball and very drowsy. Vaguely, she wondered how she was going to reinflate.
Just
then, there was another loud bang as Niala’s sister Taara burst forth from her
own cocoon. Being a first-timer, Taara had no knowledge of the ability to
customize one’s form. As a result, her balloony body looked just like her furry
body, and she was totally unprepared for the sight of her sister’s transformed
appearance.
“Wha-who
are you?” she asked the strange creature before her.
“It’s
me, Niala,” the balloony said sleepily. “Don’t you recognize my scent?”
Taara
sniffed the air, flaring her nostrils to catch the smells . “I guess I do,” she
said at last. “How come you look like that?”
“We
can choose what we want to look like while we’re in the cocoons.” Niala said
with another yawn.
Taara
looked at Niala’s outlandish form, then at her own felinoid form. Even though
she was inflatable, she suddenly felt drab and unoriginal.
“Can
I change my mind?” she asked, “I don’t want to look like this anymore”
“Sorry
kit, you’ll have to live with it” Niala said.
Taara’s
ears drooped and her face fell. Then she looked up, curious again.
“How
come you’re so small?” she asked.
Niala
curved her neck downward so she could hold her head in her fins.
“Ugh,” she groaned. “Too many questions. I'm too deflated
to answer them right now. Just help me find some food, OK?”
“Food?”
Niala glared.
“Ok, Ok, easy. I’ll get some food.”
As Taara was about to leave the room, a voice called up
from outside.
“Hey Niala, Taara! You awake yet? The gassers are
coming!”
“The what?” Taara asked, puzzled at the unfamiliar word.
“Just what I need,” Niala said, and headed for the door
before she remembered she could fly, and thus could use the window.
“Hey, I wanna try that!” Taara shouted as Niala drifted
down to the street below.
“Go ahead Taara!” a male named Ruushuu called up. “It’s
all right!”
“But I’ll fall!” she cried.
Ruushuu laughed. He was a big male and his laugh was big
like him, and just as friendly.
“You’re a big bag of air!” he shouted, “It’s not like you
can bust a bone or anything”
She smiled and stepped onto the sill, would have
hesitated, but a slight breeze blew her off balance. She yowled in surprise,
expecting to fall to her death in spite of Ruushuu’s words. There was no way
she could land on anything but her head from just two stories up. As she
tumbled into space, everything slowed down, so it was several seconds before
she realized she was falling much slower than she should have. Opening her
eyes, she saw that she was drifting lazily downward, like a tossed balloon. It
was a strange, relaxing sensation, and she was almost sorry when Ruushuu ended
it by catching her featherweight body in his outstretched arms. The scent of
her struck his hormones then and he pulled her close to give her face a lick.
She returned it as the smell of his masculinity enveloped her. When they
parted, their navel-valves caught on each other and pulled open.
Taara gasped in surprise, then began to purr at the sensation of gentle deflation. Ruushuu chuckled as she reached to close the valve.
“You don’t have to do that yet if you like the feel. The
leak is slow and the gasser’s almost here”
“What’s a gasser?” she asked taking her hand away from
the valve and moving to stand beside him. Their tails intertwined.
“That is.” he said, pointing to a truck that was rolling
down the road. There were several felinoid balloonies on board, crammed in
between a multitude of huge gas tanks. Each balloony had a long pole with a
contractible loop on the end in one hand a hose with a squeeze-handled
nozzle-valve in the other hand.
As they passed the balloonies lining the road, they
snared balloonies at random with the poles and drew them to the truck, where
the squeeze nozzle was stuck into a handy valve and the gas turned on. When the balloony, usually quite a bit more
bloated than before, signaled that it had had enough gas, they were unhooked
and tossed gently into the air. Balloonies were being stuffed with all sorts of
gasses, from float gas to happy gas to yiffy gas, and all sorts of mixtures.
Taara gasped as a hugely bloated balloony suddenly squealed and burst apart
with a resounding bang.
“How awful,” she said. “Didn’t they know she was going to
pop?”
“Oh, I'm sure she wanted to.
And don’t give me that look.” he said, in response to her horror. It’s not what
you think at all. See, she’s fine,” he said, pointing. It was true, the flaccid
form of the burst balloony was drifting down to the road, as if it had merely
flown into the air. Although flat, it seemed unharmed to Taara.
“Why would someone want to pop? Isn’t it painful?” Taara
asked.
Ruushuu chuckled again. “No,” he said, “It’s not painful
at all. As to why someone would do it, why don’t you try it and see.” Turning
to the gassers he called “Over here, new one wants to get popped!”
Taara gasped as a loop cinched about her middle and she
was yanked toward the truck.
“Don’t worry, I’ll catch you!” Ruushuu shouted from
behind her.
Before she could reply, she was at the truck, and a
nozzle was connected to her still open navel-valve.
“No wait I –whoa!” she cried as gas began to fatten her
up. She rolled her head around and around, purring with delight at the feeling.
The rush of gas, the tightening, the swelling, it all felt marvelous. Waves of
pleasure rolled from her navel to build and concentrate within her growing
body.
First, her belly and her rump began to bloat and to
round, then her limbs began to thicken, slowly becoming cones. Her six
mammaries swelled until the looked first like lovely, succulent breasts, then
like volleyballs. Delirious with pleasure, she grabbed one and suckled it as
her belly and rump continued to grow, turning her body into a sphere that began
to engulf her.
She held her round, fat body as her breasts were absorbed
into her ballooning belly. The squeal of latex on latex as her hands slid over
her turgid skin traveled through her body to her sex, giving rise to even more
pleasure. The build-up was unbearable, but she didn’t want it to stop.
“Bigger! Make me bigger!” she cried as her limbs disappeared
up to the wrists and ankles.
The pleasure was almost a pain as she grew tighter and
tighter, fatter and fatter. Her tail was swallowed. Now she was just a sphere
with hands and a head.
Just as she thought she could take no more, the buildup
suddenly gave way to an explosion of orgasmic pleasure. Taara had time for one
brief yowl of glee before she burst into a million pieces.
The End (for now:)