Full Body Inflation

Once the laboratory was quiet, the room darkened and everyone gone, Philippa emerged slowly from the store cupboard where she had hidden. She was careful not to set off any motion detectors as she stepped out onto the tiled floor, but fortunately there were none and the pristine silence remained just that. The slender girl pitter pattered gently across the floor towards the windows. She looked out of the seventh floor window over the car park and the busy motorway, silenced behind the double panes of glass.

I started to inhale.

I notice air filling up in me.

I look down at my stomach and it was growing.

I kept inhaling and I kept swelling.

My arms were blowing up, my legs were getting thicker.

It came to me that I was blowing up like a balloon.

My clothes started to stretch, felling tighter and tighter, I'm afraid they
might burst.

I suddenly felt lightness under my feet.

I was floating like I was a balloon.

I rose up to the ceiling, still swelling.

Ben was a young 16 year old boy who loved eating and watching TV. This lifestyle from a young age meant Ben was always overweight and generally took the honors since kindergarten to high school, as being the fattest. Ben attributed to this to his love of inflation; his desire was always to become so huge that he would have to be rolled around like violet in Willy Wonka.