Tags: Full Body Inflation, Male Inflation
Text: I grinned at the message I got to my inbox. Subject: Inflation Program Date: 02.09.2000 07:01:51 PM From: useranon@217.17.95.92 To: daniel-san.geo@yahoo.com Here's a program that you may enjoy. Attachment converted: C:\InetFile\inflat.zip
I shrugged, looking at the zip file in the internet file directory. I ran the file through a couple of virus checkers. It came up clean.
I unzipped the file and ran the virus checker on the two resulting files, inflate.exe and inflate.dll.
No viruses there. Hmm...should be safe.
I opened the inflate.exe file. At first nothing happened. I moved the mouse. The mouse pointer was motionless on the screen. I clicked a couple of time, moving the mouse in circles. Nothing. I pressed CTRL-ALT-DEL, in hopes of closing down the malfunctioning program.
When I pressed the DEL button, a shock shot through my pinky, warming my hand, arm and right side of my chest. I gasped.
I looked back at the screen, and the Close Program box was on the screen. Nothing was in the "not responding" state, so I clicked Cancel.
The monitor began flickering many colors and I was about to hit the reset button when the monitor settled down returning to Windows.
"That was weird," I said aloud. On the monitor was your basic Terms of Service agreement and how the maker of the program would not be liable for anything that happens through the use of this product.
I grinned, clicked the "Don't show me this again" check box, and clicked Continue.
I watched as the normal install process started. It didn't even tell me where it installed it. Oh well, I thought. I'll find it later. Finally, the installation finished and a screen came on, asking if I wanted to start the program now.
I clicked "Yes".
A beautiful animation came onto the screen. Must be a video file, I thought. On the screen, a man in blue jeans and white T-Shirt appeared. As the man came closer, the pixelization cleared and I saw that... it was me!
Somehow, this program knew what I looked like and turned me into a 3-D model!
Words began scrolling up. "Thank you for taking the time to try out my Alpha-test of Inflator 1.0."
I was still astonished at how real "I" looked on the computer screen.
The text was continuing. "As you see before you, the program knows everything about you. Your weight, height, hair color, eye color, build, and so on. This program will create a realistic projection of what you would look like, if you started inflating."
"Cool!" I said aloud.
Two buttons appeared on the screen. Inflate and Deflate. This sounds interesting. I clicked on the Inflate button. Another option came up. This time, with three buttons: Gas, Liquid, and Solid.
I thought about it, and tried the "Gas" option. The buttons then were replaced by two more options: Air and Helium. I tried Helium. Suddenly, "I" looked down and lifted my shirt, to display a slowly expanding belly.
The buttons returned. "Do you wish to expand some more?" I clicked Yes and I watched as "my belly" swelled further.
A third button came up. "Would you wish to auto-inflate to limits?" I greedily clicked Yes. The picture on the screen expanded quickly into a ball, ripping the shirt and jeans off "my body", and "I" began floating upwards.
Well, that sucked. Oh well, I could always run that again.
"Would you like to have a hard-copy of the results?" A hard copy? Perhaps it was a printout of the picture and some information about the inflation. I clicked Yes, waiting for my printer to warm up.
Instead, my belly began to warm up. What was going on? I lifted my shirt, and touched my stomach. It seemed to slowly be getting softer, more spongy. It was then that I noticed that my stomach was slowly pressing forwards.
My penis was getting hard in my pants and I had to get a mirror. I ran over and got the mirror and looked at myself. My belly continued to press slowly outwards, rounding slightly.
Looking at the computer screen, I saw, "1% complete."
What the hell? Just then, I felt my rear begin to press itself into my jeans, creating two globes inside my jeans. Something was happening to me and I didn't know what. All I _DID_ know was that it felt really good as my penis became rock hard. And I could really begin to feel it as my jeans slowly became tight, my penis creating an outline in the crotch of my jeans.
Something else was happening. My arms and legs were slowly inflating, standing out at my sides. I had to get my clothes off before I burst out of them!
I attempted to bend my arms to undo my belt buckle. It was difficult, but my inflating arms bent making an obscene squeaking sound. My hands didn't quite reach my belt buckle and were slowly pulling themselves back towards the side of my body.
"No!" I screamed, before remembering that my dad was asleep in the other room. My arms shot back to the sides, now resembling small cones widening from my wrists. My belly was getting larger and larger, my butt swelling out wider and wider. My belt began to dig into my waist painfully.
I began to cry. I didn't think it would be like this! The pain my belt was causing was agonizing. My legs were beginning to tighten within my jeans and my shirt was getting tighter.
When would this pain end?! Would I pop? I squeezed my eyes shut. Would I pop like those characters in Wren-Spot or Luther Kane's site?! My jeans were becoming unbearably tight and my shirt was beginning to rip.
Suddenly, I heard a bang sound and my belt flew across the room like a bat out of hell.
My belt was ruined, but at least the pain was over. Even the unbearable tightness in my pants had diminished. But I was still inflating.
My arms were no longer arms; they were large road-cones extending from my wrists. Suddenly, a knocking on my door scared the crap out of me.
My dad must've heard me crying or my belt snapping off. Wild visions flew through my mind. My dad taking me to the hospital, my dad dying of a heart attack, and many others.
"You okay in there, Dan?" I heard my dad ask.
In my best voice, I answered, "Yes. I'm fine." I looked down, seeing my shirt slowly ripping in half. No need to worry him.
"Okay, remember to wake me for work at 2:30." I wondered if he could hear the slight stretching sound coming from my body.
"Okay," I said, feeling my pants becoming tight again. I heard my dad walk back into his room, and I grunted softly, feeling my shirt finally rip, exposing my swollen torso. I had to do something!
I saw the computer, sitting there, with the e-mail window open. IRC! Someone on IRC should be able to help me! I felt my legs beginning to inflate as I hobbled over to the computer.
As the IRC client connected to Dalnet, I felt the pants legs getting tighter and tighter. Finally, the client opened the channel #Inflation. Cheviot, Sievert, and Billy McFred were in the room I typed frantically, the best I could with my ballooning arms. &lt;DanielSan&gt; someone help me &lt;Cheviot&gt; what's up? I'm just working on a morph, wanna see? &lt;BillyMcFred&gt; I do! &lt;DanielSan&gt; no i got a email from someone claiming that it could infcdl,kszagtrde mnjsed I looked, and saw that my typing suddenly became unintelligable. My fingers were slowly swelling! &lt;Cheviot&gt; what? I couldn't type! My fingers were slowly bloating up, and becoming unbendable! &lt;BillyMcFred&gt; you okay, dan? &lt;Sievert&gt; I'd like to see that morph. &lt;Cheviot&gt; Sure. Suddenly, I knew that the channel couldn't help me, as my jeans gave up any hope of concealing my ballooning body. I gasped as I felt my skin become tight as a drum, and it sounded like Evil from Time Bandits, when he inflated his body to fling the arrows back at the good guys.
I felt something odd just then. My feet began sliding along the floor. I felt out of control, as my feet went from sliding to brushing the floor lightly. Then I was airborne! I felt my feet leaving the ground. I floated about halfway in between the floor and ceiling when I heard my computer begin to work on something, and the inflation program re-appeared on the screen.
"Program Complete! Do you wish to reset?" came a dialog box.
My fingers were all but merged with my body, but I still had tiny nubs. I attempted to swim through the air, towards the Enter key.
I couldn't quite get my body to roll enough to get my finger to the enter key, and it was quickly approaching 2:30. I would have to wake up my dad soon, and I couldn't let him see me like this!
Finally, I angled my spherical body and got my finger to hit the enter key.
Suddenly, I was in my normal size. Gravity took hold quickly, and my head came down, and I cracked it on the side of the computer table.
"Ow!" I shouted. I got up, off the floor, and cradled my head. Thankfully, I was normal size again, but naked. My clothes were in shreds on the floor.
I put on new clothes, and left the room and woke up my dad. Finally, I re-entered my room.
"Do you wish to inflate again?" Underneath that it said "15 more uses. If you like this program, please register it."
I clicked No, and the IRC window returned to the screen.
Oh man, I thought. Have I got a story for the IC/B2E!