I'm new here. I have little to share but among that, I have an inflation story. For those of you at DeviantArt, you might have heard of it. It's called: The Biggest of Secrets. I fixed it a little. If you choose to read it, Twilight enjoy.




The Biggest of Secrets
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By TwilightArk
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An inflation story
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It was an interesting autumn night at the boarding school for Abby. The grandfather clock in the lobby struck at six. Lessons were over and it was time for supper. Abby was eagerly standing in the hallway outside Den and Henry’s room, waiting for them to leave for dinner. She heard their bedroom door click open. Out came Den, a boy with short brown hair carrying a book bag, and Henry, a tall blonde-haired boy with glasses. She lovingly stared at Henry for a bit. There were many boys at this school but Henry was perhaps the most handsome of them all. He could make wearing glasses work for him. If anything, they made him look mature. Realizing she was sidetracked, she left the topic of Henry and resumed to her work. While they were out eating dinner, she decided to sneak into their bedroom and read Den’s diary. She had always seen him carrying it around and writing in it. Den was one of the most secretive students in the school. There had to be dozens of secrets written in his diary, she thought. She couldn’t resist not taking a glance at it.
Abby was a girl who had to know every secret and then share it to the public no matter how humiliating it may be. A lot of people thought she was mean and nosey and she wasn’t one to argue. She wasn’t sure why she liked to find out other people’s secrets. Perhaps it was because her mother was known for lying and keeping secrets from her, like telling her she wouldn’t have to leave home and go to boarding school. She had blue eyes and wavy golden hair that reached down to the bottom of her neck. She kept a trim figure, which annoyed a few girls even more. To be a mean person and get rewarded with such beauty seemed quite unfair. She was wearing her after-school dress, a somewhat fluffy white cotton dress with leather vest and lacing with pearl white stockings surrounding her legs and a pair of slippers on her feet.
As soon as they left, she ran over to the door and took out a hairpin. It was a trick she had done hundreds of times. If there was one thing she did well, it was getting into places where she didn’t belong. She stuck the hairpin into the door and with a few twists, unlocked the door. Going inside, she wasted no time in her mission as she frantically searched throughout the bedroom for Den’s precious diary. There it was, lying on the wooden table next to his bed. She grabbed it and sat down in the corner of the carpet as she opened up to a random page in the middle of the diary and read one of his written entries:

Ninth sunrise of the Lion Moon.

Dear Diary,
Today Drassoraha asked me to help clean her shop near the river. It only seemed fair since she helped pay for my books and gave me this diary in the first place. Besides, she’s pretty old. I don’t think she would be able to do it herself even with her magic spells.

Figures, thought Abby. Only a geek like Den would offer to help a crazy old crone like her and believe that she actually had magic powers. Abby returned to the diary. She noticed a paper bookmark sticking out pages ahead of where Abby was reading. Imprinted on the bookmark was a mystical symbol like the one on the sign hanging on Drassoraha’s shop. She traced the bookmark to his most recent written entry and started reading:

Sixth sunrise of the Swan Moon.

Dear Diary,
Today was a wonderful day. Today was Cheyenne’s birthday. Her friends had thrown her a big party and she decided to let everybody come. I couldn’t pass the opportunity to be around her. I got her the most expansive gift I could get her: a set of Rainbow Phoenix Pens. I had to surrender most of the money I had been saving but I think it was more than worth it. When she got the pens, she was thrilled to get them even though her friend Dora had already bought her a set. To me, Cheyenne is the most beautiful being on this earth with her green eyes and her flowing black hair. Ever since we were children, I knew she was perfect and elegant in every way. I remember there being a lot of balloons at the party. Dora thought it would be funny to stuff a dozen balloons in her party dress, waddle around the room and pretend she had eaten too much birthday cake. Everybody else thought it was hilarious but I thought it was kind of cute. I’ve always adored balloons. It’s a strange concept but I think that girls would make great balloons. Everyday, I imagine a girl getting bigger and bigger and it just seems so wonderful. I often dream of one day seeing that very thing happening to Cheyenne. It would be the greatest to see the most beautiful girl in the world inflated and being so big and full. I’m sure she would blossom with the utmost beauty.

Abby closed the diary as she laughed out loud. Serving that so-called witch, Drassoraha would be an interesting bit to share and having a crush on Cheyenne was juicy information but the fact that he would kill to see a girl blow up like a balloon was pure gold. She couldn’t wait to tell her friends. She got up and put the diary back on the table, still giggling.
She was walking towards the door when suddenly she heard an unusual hissing sound. It sounded like helium escaping from a tank. Abby listened closely to find out where it was coming from. It was loud but muffled. Within seconds, she traced the hissing from inside her. What was happening to her? She worried. The hissing was only the beginning of Abby’s concerns as she felt a strange wind-like feeling in her breasts starting out as a simple ticklish sensation but then growing stronger within seconds. She couldn’t ignore it. She stared down to find the top of her leather vest moving outward and her breasts growing bigger. She grabbed them to find them firm and full of some kind gas trapped within. Their swift and steady expansion tightened her vest and pushed her dress forward. Abby began to panic. She whimpered as she watched her breasts swell more than four times their size and even then, continuing to grow bigger to more inhuman sizes. Abby’s attention on her breasts lessened as the strange feeling traveled all the way down to her waist. Similar to her breasts, her hips began to push out away without hesitation making her whimsically wider. Using her hands, she tried to push them back in, they too feeling like gas trapped inside them, but to no avail, but she still tried. Her entire waist joined in taking her belly and back with it looking like she had greatly plumpened up in such little time. At the time, something crossed her mind. This was no coinscidence. This had to be Den’s doing, she assumed. She was blowing up like a balloon like Den had wanted in his diary. Abby whimpered as she watched her slender waistline inflate to the size of a hula hoop and even bigger causing her to be in a massive, somewhat unstable, state Her pitiful attempts to stop the inflation with her hands was halted as her arms began to plumpen with gas making them harder to bend. Her arms were massive. They had unfurled away from her body. Not only her arms but her legs, too, began to balloon and grow while being pulled further apart from each other making them harder to move or walk or even waddle. Her swollen legs made it hard for her to keep balance and sustain her bloated, towering body as she pitifully wobbled about to keep from falling on the floor, which ended in failure. She fell forward on top of her expanded belly squeezing it against the floor causing her to yelp from the impact. There she laid helplessly on the floor, still inflating. Her breasts (each as big as a soccer ball) were painfully trapped in the small confines of her leather vest. She moaned from the pain until one of the laces gave up on containing her massive breasts and snapped and the vest began to separate a little, giving her chest a little bit of room but not for long. She could still feel her breasts getting bigger. The hissing and pressure was as rapid as ever. With the exception of her breasts, she wasn’t growing as quickly, but she was getting rounder without a doubt. She could definitely feel it. Her legs, hips and belly had united in the inflation smoothing out her sides. Abby began to go up. At first she thought it her front expanding and pushing her away from the floor, and, of course, it was expanding and pushing her away from the floor, but she also felt the carpet come out of contact with her belly. It began to lift off the floor restoring its roundness from the push of the floor. She was floating upwards. Was she filling up with helium? She wondered. She bounced against the ceiling on her rounded backside. Little remained of her previous shape. Other than her head, the only pieces of her not inflated were her hands and feet and even then, she felt the strange feeling erupt in them and make them grow shortly after deducing that. It was like this gas was trying to annoy her, and it was annoying her. Suddenly she heard the door click open. She wanted to see who it was but she couldn’t. Her huge body was facing away. She hoped it was Henry. Henry would surly help her out although she would have a difficult time explaining to him why she was here in the first place.
“Well Abby, it looks like you found my diary”, the guest said. It was Den’s voice.
She sighed knowing things were going to get worse. The popping of more of the lacing on her vest interrupted her thoughts. Den chuckled as he sat down and admired the inflated Abby.
“All right, Den… you did this… to me. I know… you did this. Change… me back”, demanded Abby in a high-pitched voice. It was getting harder for her talk and anything she did say ended up sounding squeaky as if she had inhaled some helium.
“What? You break into my room, and read my diary, and now you think I should let you go unpunished?” he questioned in a sly voice. He got up and retrieved the diary. “You see, Drassoraha has been a friend to my family for years”, explained Den. “Thanks to her magic, our once-destroyed farm back where I live was revived and growing plenty of vegetables. People avoid her because they think she’s crazy, and I won’t lie, she tends to lose her mind every once in a while, but she’s one of the nicest people I’ve ever met. She was nice enough to give me that diary, you know. She even asked me if I wanted her to cast a spell on it to teach nosy people like you to stay away from it. I just happen to have an idea of what kind of spell I wanted casted on my diary and when I told her of what I had in mind, she was able to assist. Anybody who reads my diary, other than me, gets inflated like a balloon. To see this happen to nosy girls, I’ll admit it’s one of the bigger reasons why I even keep a diary.”
Her ever-inflating body was a bit distracting from his lecture. The remaining lacing on her vest gave out and her breasts emerged, each one full and round and bigger than her head pushing against one another for chest space while conquering the upper half of her dress and leaving her unable to witness the rest of her ballooning body. Her white stockings were tearing at the sides unable to contain her great pillars of legs and her behind which had swollen as wide as she had, sinking out of the refuge of her dress which was being lifted by the rest of her.
She had reached a conflicted size and shape. Abby felt very full. Most of her rendered tight and tinted pink with pressure. At this point, her body had illogically stretched so much and wasn’t as accepting of the gas as earlier but despite that, she still felt it, squeezing into her, not knowing of her limits. She couldn’t take it. She was scared she would bust. She began to cry. Tears began to pour down her puffed cheeks and she started sniffling.
“Pleeeeease, I… don’t… want… to… pop”, begged Abby with her helium high voice. Being so full made it hard for her to speak and the sobbing didn’t help.
“Oh relax Abby, the spell was specially created with a limit,” comforted Den feeling somewhat guilty for scaring her. ”You’re not going to pop. You’re just going to inflate to the very most, biggest, non-popping point you can reach.”
Abby was relieved. Seconds later, she stopped stretching. She was so full. She didn’t attempt to move for her fear of disrupting the gas within, not that she could move much. She was greatly swollen. This had to be it, thought Abby. The hissing had gotten lighter and lighter and then went quiet. The hissing had stopped which meant, Abby assumed, that she had stopped inflating. She was relieved but still, she yearned for her original shape and size and to return to floor.
“Alright… Den… you had… your… fun…”she said in her segmented high pitched speech “Now change… me… back… to… n… n… nah.” Abby gave up in finishing the sentence. She figured Den understood what she was trying to say.
“Not so fast, I know that you’re the biggest blabbermouth in the entire school”, Den replied. “The instant I deflate you, you’ll be telling my secrets to everyone.”
Abby was tired of this. “I won’t… tell… any…body… your sec… I prom…ise”, she managed.
Den chuckled. “That’s funny, because you are also the biggest liar in the entire school,” he mentioned. “A promise means as much to you as your English grades.” Abby groaned with disappointment. He was right. Promise or not, she was probably going to tell. “It would be foolish for me to trust you like that, so before I change you back, I’m going to get something,” he said as he reached in his drawer for a camera. He started it up and aimed it at Abby.
Hey, you better not… take… a picture… of this, she warned.
Den ignored her and said, “Smile!” as he shot a flash at Abby preserving her in her ballooned shape. “There. You don’t tell anybody about my love for Cheyenne or my obsession with balloons and I won’t have to show this to everybody”, he said waving the photograph he had just taken. Abby angry agreed to his negotiations.
Den stood on top of his bed to get to her height and grabbed her swollen leg. He pulled her down and plucked a hair from the back of Abby’s head causing her to yelp. Letting go of her and leaving her to float back to the ceiling, he opened up a drawer and took out a roll of tape. He ripped off a fragment of tape and took the bookmark out of his diary. He taped the strand of hair to the bookmark as he placed the bookmark inside his diary. Upon doing that, Abby heard another hissing sound, a different one.She felt another strange feeling. It felt similar to the previous one except it was more relieving. It was lessoning the pressure. She realized she was deflating. Her breasts were shrinking down to their accustomed size allowing her to see the rest of her being restored back to normal, her skinny limbs and tiny waistline returning. She wasn’t sure were the gas was going but she wasn’t complaining. In moments, she was on the floor, no longer inflated. Her vest was damaged and ruined and the fabric of her dress was stretched out revealing more of her body than usual but oddly enough, it stayed in one piece. A side effect of the magic? Abby wondered.
“Is that all it took to deflate me? Sticking my hair in your diary?” she angrily asked Den.
“Yes, that is how to undo the spell, but if the hair or magic bookmark leaves the diary, you’ll start inflating again”, replied Den. “Another reason why you wouldn’t want to tell my secrets. I’m sure you would hate for me to remove the bookmark and burn it leaving you as a balloon for all eternity right?” Abby’s stomach turned cold upon hearing that. He could blow her up at anytime he wanted. Abby scowled at Den as she left the room, slamming the door on her way out.
She felt frustrated and tortured. She went though all the trouble of finding his diary and blowing up like a balloon only to have to keep his secrets hidden. She wasn’t used to keeping other people’s secrets. But it was either that or become the biggest girl in the school and Abby didn’t think she could tolerate the second thing. She decided to stay a good distance away from him. She headed off to her bedroom while students coming back from the dinner hall walked by her noticing her misshapen dress. Many girls were giggling to themselves and commenting on such a silly display while the boys couldn’t help but stare.
Later that night, Den was writing in his diary. He wrote:

Eighth sunrise of the swan moon.

Dear Diary,
Quite an interesting day occurred today but I’m sure you’re aware of it. It looks like Abby couldn’t resist reading my diary and we managed to get her in the end. Personally, I thought it was an improvement to the scrawny irritating girl everybody knows although she does complain a lot more. Cheyenne, however, would make a wonderful balloon, no, the perfect balloon. Of course, for her to inflate she would have to read my diary and I’d doubt she would try to do something like that. That isn’t like her. But witnessing Abby inflated made me realize that it’s all right if I never witness Cheyenne ballooning because the reason I like her is because of who she is now. Still, I’d love to see it.

Den quit writing. He noticed his bookmark. A crazy idea came to him to remove the bookmark and have Abby inflate in her sleep, but that seemed unwise. He chuckled at the thought before closing the diary, turning off the lamp, and going to bed.
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