Male Inflation

Aislan should have been suspicious the moment he opened the envelope. The greeting card was covered in glitter, which quickly dispersed around the den, spilling on the floor of the den while individual particles remained airborne. What little glitter remained on the card spelled out a simple “Happy Birthday!”

Aislan opened the card. The message read, “Call me when you get this.” It was signed “Cadmus,” his across-the-street neighbour.

The mirror confirmed what Ballard Wilcox feared: He was getting bigger.

There was no change in his diet; in fact, he’d been eating less since he’d become chronically unemployed. Yet his clothes were tighter, his shirts impossible to button, his pants barely closing around his waist. Stranger yet, he gently pinched his puffy arm, and it just felt…light. And hollow. Almost balloon-like.

“Putting on a few, Bal?” his wife Dana chided him from the doorway of the bathroom.

Or, "Heads Will Roll, I'm Back in Control"

Terry smiles as his wish comes true and a pressure builds within him. Rubber squeaks sound as his waistline swells outward. He looks up at the four watching him swell and sees confusion on their faces. Inside he smiles as he knows he’s just beginning to inflate and inside he fills with air and pressure. A loud snap sounds as his belt breaks free and loud groans sound as he pushes the limits of his clothes. Gently he pushes on his taught rubber skin and it squeaks loudly. He groans excited as the pressure builds and he winces as the clothes keep him painfully trapped as he swells.