An Inviting Igloo
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By TwilightArk
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A female inflation story. Ignore if not interested.
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There was a harsh snowstorm. Nina couldn’t take it as she pressed onwards for home. The cold was bitter on her soft face and her ruffled, neck-length, black hair and apparently wearing a parka over her wool sweater and snow pants wasn’t enough to keep warm. Suddenly, she spotted something upon a snowy hilltop. It was white and round. It looked like an igloo. She ran towards it to check it out. It was an igloo. She figured it would be rather rude to go into somebody else’s igloo, but it was so cold, she couldn’t stand to be outside.
She crawled into the small hole at the side of the igloo and appeared in a cozy chamber. It was an unusual igloo. The walls were made of snow but the floor was a smooth hardwood surface. In one corner of the room was a wooden box filled with clothes, in another corner of the room was a bookshelf holding books written in a language unknown to her and even stranger, in one corner was a group of potted plants, each one green, healthy and sprouting tall.
“How could plants grow in this kind of temperature”, she pondered. Next to the plants was a table displaying a bottle of pink liquid. Perhaps this place belonged to somebody not from here, but from another land.
She noticed a steaming pot in the middle of the room. She walked up to it and examined it. It was soup but not like any soup she had eaten before. Floating in the broth were vegetables. She had never eaten vegetable soup before. It was usually too cold to grow vegetables in her land. She took a wift of the soup. It smelt so delicious and warm. Suddenly, her stomach growled reminding her that she had not eaten in so long. Eating somebody else’s food was wrong but she was so hungry. She raised a wooden spoon cradling some soup from the pot and into her mouth. Was it ever so hot! Nina squealed as the soup burnt her mouth. She looked around for something to cool her mouth and then she remembered it, the bottle of pink liquid. She ran to it and removed the cork. She swallowed the concoction, every bit of it in her efforts to get rid of that hot essence. Nina sighed with relief having done so. But now she felt funny.
What was that thing that she drank? She looked down and squealed, as her breasts grew right before her eyes. Her hips started to burst outward and her waist began to expand. She screamed watching herself balloon to silly proportions. The parka she was wearing began to stretch and stretch until it could stretch no more making it look like two of her were wearing it. Her arms pumped outward getting bigger and her legs were no exception as they ballooned as well. Her swelling frame was tightly imprisoned in her parka. She waddled about the igloo like a plumpened penguin being no longer to walk properly with her colossal limbs knocking over the pot of soup in the midst of her predicament. She fell forwards and landed on top of her beach ball-like belly.
Nina tried and tried to get up but she was simply too big and swollen and so there she laid helplessly inflating more. Her parka began to rip in two freeing her bulging front and letting loose the bloated star-like shape she had obtained. Her breasts had reached ridiculous sizes as her upper half began to rise and align with her massive lower half. In moments, her expanding waist prevailed and merged the two together turning the pitiful girl into a misshapen ball with stubby legs and arms but even those were disappearing, slowly but surly as she got bigger and bigger and bigger.
Nina whimpered as the frozen walls began to close around her and the once roomy igloo now seemed like such a small space for the ballooning girl inside. Her growing round body had overwhelmed most of her breasts as they had been reduced to slight bulges. Her thick swollen arms and legs that proved burdening for her were no more. She was nearly a complete sphere now aside from hands, footsies and her worried little head. Strangely enough, her sweater and snow pants were holding together on her massive frame, not even showing the faintest of struggle unlike the parka that had burst into two. Nina began to press against the snowy walls knocking over the furniture and the plants.
“What’s going to happen to me?” she wondered as her face was squished between the igloo’s cold foundations and her expanding body which had entirely overcome the interior. Nina moaned as her still-inflating blimp-like body was being contained under her small prison until… the snowy walls began to crack and crumble and the igloo collapsed liberating her and permitting her to expand again. Nina was happy to get out of there although part of her felt guilty that she demolished a stranger’s house. Seconds after, she no longer felt funny. She had stopped inflating.
“At least, it’s over”, she thought but her celebrating was shortly broken as she began to lift off from the snowy ground and rise upward into the air like a helium balloon. Nina screamed as the raging winds blew her over the mountains and beyond the horizon.
A few minutes later, a scientist came back from his exploring. Recently he came to live here so he could conduct his experiments in peace. He was shocked and full of despair to find his igloo destroyed, his plants ruined, and the experimental growing potion he was using on those plants to be missing. Meanwhile, Nina woke up after her long, strange, perilous quest. She was back to her normal, non-balloony self but she had woken up in a strange place. She had heard about this place before. She was pretty sure it was called a beach. She walked along the coastline and curiously looked around.
To be continued… Well actually, I doubt it.
*Twilight Good Night
What did you think of it? I tried writing something like this because I had difficulty finding a solid inflation plot for a story. Be honest. If it's lousy, tell me so.
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