Tags: Full Body Inflation, Male Inflation
Text: "So I'm an embarrassment, Steve? I embarrass you?" Anne smirked angrily over her shoulder at Steve, who looked extremely pleased with himself.
"Yep. That's exactly it. Every time I turn around, you're doing something to make me look stupid. But, you're not just an embarrassment," he began, almost savoring the words, "Anne, you're a joke."
She felt like someone had punched her in the stomach. Hard. Almost doubling over, and feeling her eyes well up with tears, it came as some surprise, and excitement, when she felt the stirrings of anger brewing inside her. Not just anger. A rage, borne of countless jabs and jokes at her expense, the ceaseless barrage of cutting remarks, and the numerous hurtful comments made without even a hint of apology, began to well up inside her. She turned, slowly, expecting that the sight of her crumbling on the inside would register on his face. When it didn't, she told herself, I don't care what I felt, he's earned this.
Smiling slowly and evenly, she snapped her fingers saying, "Comatose", and watched as Steve slipped peacefully into a deep hypnotic daze.
* * *
"Mmmmm," Steve stretched, feeling more relaxed than he could ever remember, almost as if he had taken a nap, although, he knew Anne and him had stopped fighting only moments before, when he recalled her saying, You win, Steve.
He stood up, and for a moment his brain seemed to scream at him from an age away, "What the - ?" as he took in his outfit. Almost as soon as that thought entered, however, his subconscious kicked in, telling him, Of course you're wearing this suit. You promised Anne you'd wear it today, dumbass. Shaking his head and smiling, any caution slipped out of his mind's grasp. Everything is exactly how it should be.
It worked! Anne thought, struggling, almost in vain, to keep the excitement she was feeling concealed. Not only had she managed to affect the old hypnotic command she had planted weeks ago, putting him into a highly suggestive sleep, but she had her other commands accepted, apparently, without any notice by Steve. Even now, he was speaking the words of his interior monologue out loud, and seemed to be completely oblivious. Anne had to grin, knowing that just as he had unknowingly mumbled his thoughts, yes, everything was exactly how it should be. Only now, it was time for her to play.
"Now, Steve," she began, "What were you saying before about me being....what was it you said? Ah – an embarrassment?"
Steve squirmed in his seat. For some reason he wasn't feeling quite right. He was feeling worried around Anne. Not worried exactly, more...timid. And the last thing he wanted to do, for some reason, was make her angry. So, turning on the charm, he set about placating her. The problem with placating her was, although he didn't realize it, he had just told her exactly what he felt, and more importantly, what he was about to do. She stopped him almost before he could start.
"Don't even try to...placate...me, Steve. I don't have the time or the energy to listen to it." Steve goggled, wondering how she knew. I must have a tell, he thought. She smiled.
"Well, I suppose we can't sit here and fight all day about it. Besides, I'm just so pleased you wore the suit I made you. It makes you looks so...so...grown. Grown up," she added. "But, you know, you don't fill it out the way I had hoped." She pouted almost comically. He rolled his eyes.
"Well, the problem is," he began, a grin slowly forming. Anne knew what was coming. "You probably modeled it on yourself, so of course, it's bound to be a little big on me. Well, actually, really big." He tempted her to one up him. She decided to continue steering him exactly where she wanted him. She walked up to him, and smoothed the fabric down around his shoulders, and pulled the jacket front down, her eyes popping wide.
"Oh, Steve! I knew I forgot something," she beamed, bouncing out of the room. She returned holding something behind her back. Making him close his eyes, she circled his waist, and drew the two ends of a wide, red belt close around his middle. Pulling it tight, she clasped it, hearing him grunt about its tightness. He reached for it, but couldn't seem to get a hold on it.
Why the fuck did she put it on so tight? I'll just loosen it here – or maybe, I can just grab it here – how the hell did she get it this tight?
Reveling in his innermost thoughts spilling out, Anne playfully slapped his hands from the belt. "Don't touch," she warned, "or I won't tell you how to get it off." She waggled her finger in front of his face. He only sighed, annoyed.
She stepped back, taking him in, nodding pleased to herself. She walked slowly around him admiring her work. She chatted, seemingly absent-mindedly as she examined the fit.
"It's made with this really stretchy fabric," she commented, "it's made to grow with you." She stopped directly behind him. Taking him by the shoulders she turned him to face the full-length mirror, and put her arms around his waist, making final adjustments.
Funny, Steve thought, she seems...taller.
Anne smiled as she lowered her chin onto his shoulder, moving her hands to his front.
"You know, this suit reminds me of something, Steve. Something I saw recently. What was it?" She seemed to be pondering. "Oh yes, that's what it was," she said slowly, staring at his eyes in the reflection.
"What? He asked her, wondering himself. He knew he had seen it somewhere before.
"Remember we were watching that parade? And the theme was children's movies?" She watched as comprehension slowly dawned on his face.
"Violet," he beamed.
"Very good, Steve, you're so smart." She grinned at him, and despite his best effort, he was pleased to make her proud of him. He...wanted to make her happy. Almost like...
"Remember how big that float was, Steve? Remember how huge it got?" She smirked as he shifted, uncomfortably. She decided to really start playing.
"You know, the only problem with it was," she spoke slowly, drawing out the words. "I wanted it to be...bigger. I wanted to watch it balloon slowly. Swelling up with sooo...much...air."
What was that? Steve thought. He swore he heard a rumbling, and suddenly felt really gassy. Anne seemed to know exactly what he was thinking as her face took on a sympathetic look. She moved her hands to his hips. "Something wrong, Steve?" She asked sweetly.
"I feel –" full, he thought. "Funny," he told her. She nodded knowingly at him. It was time to scare him.
"Of course you do, hun. Afterall, it's not everyday that you get to please me like this."
"What? Please you? What are you talking about?" He took hold of her hands and tried to move them. He couldn't budge them. They were like rock. He tried again.
She giggled happily in his ear. "Oh, Steve," she smiled, shaking her head and removing her hands.
"Please me, Steve. That's what I said. And you are pleasing me right now. You're wearing my suit, and, unless I miss my guess," her eyes darkened, "you are feeling kind of...strange. Yes?" She sat down in a chair facing him, her arms folded in front of her chest, and spoke the trigger word.
"Small."
Steve felt like he had been punched, and shook his head to clear his eyes. He almost fell over when he regained focus. He could swear that Anne had just gotten bigger. More muscular. Stronger. And he felt...weak. I feel so...so...small. He stared wide-eyed at Anne, trying to figure out why she seemed suddenly so much more...intimidating.
"What's wrong, honey?" Anne cooed, seeming to grow with each word. She didn't tower over him, yet appeared to be much wider, more, present. Her figure was fuller, more...
"Motherly?" She offered. Steve's jaw dropped. Did she just...finish my thought? He screamed internally.
"Steve, you seem so...frightened...right now. Want to come sit on my lap? Your big, strong Anne will make you feel better. Her arms opened wide as her face smiled darkly.
"No? Well then how about I make you feel less worried, okay? Would you like to feel...Oh, I don't know? More like me? Bigger?"
Steve heard the rumbling again, and the feeling of gassiness came again, only stronger. His hands shot to his front, as he suddenly felt so full.
"Well, now, isn't that odd?" Anne began. "When I said...bigger..."she emphasized the word, "you got the strangest look on your face." her hands slowly began wringing.
Steve breathed heavily out, feeling like he had just finished eating a huge meal. Only...It's getting worse! He thought worriedly.
Anne grinned and slowly leaned forward in her chair, and mouthed the word slowly, almost sensually.
"Bigger."
Steve eyes widened as he felt a slight pressure. He could swear he heard a hissing sound...
She rose carefully to stand in front of him, and said again, more forcefully, "Bigger."
What's happening? Steve thought, panic creeping into his mind. He could swear the hissing sound was getting louder, and his suit felt ...tighter ? around his waist. He instinctively placed his hands over his front, shying away from her. Anne smiled, watching him try to make himself smaller in front of her.
She began slowly walking around him again, drawing one finger ever so lightly across his front and side. She paused behind him again, and placed her hands slowly over his. She leaned in close to his ear, pursing her lips and seeming to ponder a moment before she whispered.
"Biiiggggggerrr," she breathed softly, pushing in ever so slightly on his hands, forcing him to feel what was starting to happen. She watched him swallow in the mirror, and smirked as he took a deep breath, noticing that it seemed to go on longer than it should have.
Oh God! What's happening to me? What is that feeling? It feels like...Oh my GOD! Steve's eyes dropped to his front as he began to feel his hands slowly, and barely perceptibly, being forced outwards under Anne's own hands. Being pushed out by...
"Steve, what are you doing?" She purred in his ear, feigning innocence. "It feels like you're.....filling up?" Her tone made it seem as if he had done something wrong in her eyes.
Steve could only stare, frightened as he watched the front of the suit grow slowly tighter beneath her touch. A pleat almost painfully folded open, moving hardly at all. Soon, another pleat had begun unfolding. And another.
"You know Steve?" She began, carefully. "You feel really full. But I wonder, Steve. What could be causing this? What could be causing you to get..."
Don't! Steve pleaded silently, staring at her eyes in the reflection, his shoulders dropping, a meek expression creeping across his face.
"Good," she smiled at him. "Very good, Steve. I think you may have figured it out. I was wondering if you would." Despite a revulsion at himself, Steve beamed back, proud to have pleased her again, if only for a minute.
"You know what's making this happen, don't you, honey?" She asked him gently.
Steve nodded, looking ashamed.
"What is it, Steve? What is making this happen to you? Or should I say, who?" Her beaming face grew evenly darker, more sinister.
His eyes dropped from her reflection, and he stared down at the floor. Or tried to. His front was slowly billowing outwards, obscuring the floor in front of him. He swallowed.
Barely above a whisper, his voice breathed out slowly, as if testing the waters.
"Y-y-you," he stuttered quietly. Don't look at me, please, he begged her internally. He tried to shrug gently out of her grasp. She held him there, and pushed in gently on his front, sighing as she felt the growing resistance.
"Me." She nodded, moving his hands in a slow circle over himself, making him feel it happening. "I'm....making....you slowly get....bigger, Steve. I'm filling you up. Me. Because," she paused, taking his chin in her right hand and forcing him to stare back at her in the mirror.
"Good boy. As I was saying...," she leaned in closer, never letting her eyes move from his. "Because," she sneered. "I want to. And you will do whatever I want, won't you, Steve?" Watching him nod, embarrassed, and unable to deny her, only filled her with more confidence. And more ideas on ways to show him how completely helpless he had become.
She moved his hands to his belt, and pressed his hands in again, watching his eyes open wider in the mirror. Leaving them there, she finished her circuit of him, standing directly in front of him. She placed her hands gingerly on his hips, pleased to feel them slowly rising outwards. It's time, she thought, to show him how weak he really is.
"Steve," she began, "I want you to understand something, okay?" He began biting his lip, looking more nervous. "I AM doing this to you. And I can make it stop." She watched a glimmer of hope flash across his face. She laughed softly.
"Would you like me to stop, Steve? Do you want me to stop...filling you?" He shook his head quickly, eyes looking up at hers, then back down.
"Well then, I think you owe me an apology. Do you think you can tell me what I want to hear?" His nod came slower this time, and seemed to only make him more nervous. She waited.
"I....I'm sorry, Anne," he started, shuffling his feet. Her eyes opened slightly, indicating she wanted more. He bit his lip again.
What does she want to hear? He wondered. Oh God, I can feel it happening. I feel like...like...a balloon. Her eyes flashed hungrily as he thought it.
"I'm sorry I said you were weak....that I called you....a....a...joke" His voice lowered to almost a whisper. He didn't want to remind her of what he had said.
"Good, Steve," she started. "But do you think I really needed to hear that? We both know who is weak now, don't we?" She saw the confirmation in his eyes. "Afterall, I can do anything to you, now, can't I?" He blushed nervously. Her grin became more spiteful. "So, " she murmured, "Tell me."
"Y-y-you ....can...do anything to ...me." He stuttered.
"And what, Steve, am I doing to you now?" She reveled in his nervousness.
Don't make me say it, he thought. Please Anne, don't.
"Say it," she hissed warningly.
"Y-y-you're...making me...." He trailed off.
"Bigg-" she slowly purred.
His head shook quickly, no. Licking his lips and pleading with his eyes, he interrupted.
"M-m-making me...." His voice dropped to a barely heard whisper. "fill up."
A slow smile spread across her face, and she nodded. "That's right Steve. I'm filling you up. I'm making you fill up. Making you fill up with what?" She was enjoying this.
Please. Please don't make me say it, he thought. I can't tell her. It's too embarrassing.
She waited, and began tapping her foot, the smile fading. He swallowed, and croaked out, "A-a-air."
"Good boy, Steve." She pressed in on his hips, enjoying the look of uncomfortableness on his face. The look of shame. The look of ...fear?
She watched as his front pushed out further, the pleats continuing to open. She knew he was shaking slightly, and each touch only seemed to scare him more, as he flinched whenever she pressed in on him. It's not enough, she thought. I want him to lose it. I want more.
"Now tell me, Steve. Since you're filling up," she began, almost suggestively, "with air," she paused. "What does that make you? What, " she leaned forward, "are you becoming?" She watched his face grow redder.
"A...a...," he groaned inwardly, feeling his front pressing out, lightly pushing against her. They both looked down, but only Anne smiled.
"A what, Steve?" She slid her hands between her and him, letting her hands cradle his expanding front. God, she thought, he's really getting big. She moved forward, hands still on him, pressing him slowly back.
"A...balloon," he breathed, realizing as he said it how true it was.
"But, not just any balloon, Steve." She took another step forward, forcing him closer to the wall, feeling less and less give as she pressed against him. "Who's?"
"Please," he begged. "Don't make me say it." He stared up into her face. Up? Steve thought, she's so...tall, so much...stronger. He took this in, fearing her more and more as she forced him to say it.
"Tell me," she said, unsmiling.
His eyes welled with tears, and Anne watched his face take on a look of...defeat? Oh my GOD, she thought. He's actually going to say it! She knew once he did, that there would be no more denial, no more backbone. She would own him.
"Y-y-yours." His shoulders sagged and he seemed to collapse in on himself, shaking with fear. She forced him to take another waddling step back, feeling him press into the wall behind him.
"Mine." She took her hands off him and took a step back, admiring her handiwork.
His front was now becoming beach ball sized, and his hips ballooned outwards from his tiny waist, almost like....a girl, Anne thought. Good, I'll use that later. He had stopped trying to meet her gaze, and instead stood there, shamefaced, staring at himself, almost trying to avoid her gaze. Good luck, she laughed internally. With a sense of victory, she decided, Time for the real fun.
She turned away from him, almost bursting with elation, not letting him see how pleased she was with herself. She looked over her shoulder at him menacingly.
"Beg," she whispered.
On a subconscious level, the command took effect. Despite the fear he had felt, the embarrassment, he was forced to comply. He felt less and less strong, less and less able to deny her. And his shame, like his body, grew.
"Please, Anne," he begged, his arms slowly reaching for her. "I'll do anything. Just please, no...more...air."
He took a shaky, timid step toward her. "I'll be good. I'll never make fun of you again, I promise." He stepped a little closer.
In his mind, he screamed with embarrassment at having to beg her. At needing her help. At doing what she told him to do.
She watched him, smiling, as he crept forward, arms reaching for her. His ballooning thighs brushed against each other as the moved, and her eyes, hungrily, stared.
"No," she said, smiling darkly.
No? He thought, fearfully. But...but...Oh God. She can't mean it! "No, Steve. I've been waiting a long, long time to make you admit something. Something we both know. Something you pretend not to know." She spread her arms wide, looking from hand to hand. Glancing up, she fell quiet, and he stopped moving.
"I'm not weak, my little balloon, am I?" She didn't wait for a response.
"In fact, I'm strong, and I always was. So much stronger than you ever could admit, Steve. Stronger, smarter, and so much more powerful than you ever could be." She flexed, showing him her muscle.
"Y-y-yes, Anne," he slowly admitted.
Her eyes flashed. "Did I tell you to say anything?" She asked, a hint of warning in her voice. He nodded no.
"And since I am so strong, I've decided it's time that you knew who's in charge. Who controls who." She sneered, "Who owns who." She stepped forward, pressing against him, her arms going around his waist, pushing in behind him, on his sides, feeling the growing pressure.
"So, Steve...who owns you?" She brought her face closer to his.
He gulped, unable to look away. "You," he breathed, terrified.
"Me," she agreed. "And what will you do for me, my balloon?"
"...Anything..." She arched her eyebrow.
"Anything?" She pondered a moment, smiling as she turned to stare into his eyes. "What if I made you say the words? Made you say 'bigger'? Made you ask me to make you fill up even more?"
His eyes widened, terrified. No! Not that, Aims, please, He screamed internally.
She giggled menacingly. "Say it, Steve. Beg for it." She waited.
His lip quivered, like a child's, as he realized he had no choice. She would only make it worse if he didn't do what she asked him to. Told him to. He took a struggling breath, and whispered.
"Bigger."
She smiled, watching the air slowly pump into him, drawing the suit tighter and tighter across his hips, knowing full well that there were still so many pleats that hadn't even begun opening. Knowing that he would have ample time to experience what it was like to be her toy.
"Very good, honey." She patted him lightly on the front. "Now say it again, but this time," she turned away grinning. "Beg me to blow you up."
The growing panic on Steve's face, coupled with the look of complete shame, made him look, and feel helpless. Worse, not only was she watching him, but she was forcing him to watch in the mirror. He could only stare as his hands continued to be pushed out farther and farther, his upper body looking more and more like a pin in a pincushion.
"Bigger. P-p-please Anne, make...make me....bigger." His voice cracked, and Anne thought she heard a soft sob escape his lips. "B-b-blow me up, Anne...please."
She began to giggle. As she watched him squirm, trying to fight the subconscious commands, and failing, she decided a humiliation was in order.
"Oh my God, Steve," she said disgustedly. "You are so....fucking....weak." She pushed him barely at all, and he stumbled backwards. "Blow you up? Blow you up, Steve?" She started speeding up as she ranted at him. "I'm not just going to blow you up, balloon, I'm going to make you beg me for it...in front of everyone. I'm going to make you want to blow up. Because," she said snidely, "I can make you do anything I want."
"In fact, " she said, "I want you to me. Tell me what it feels like." She placed her hands on her own front, pushing it forward, and filling her own cheeks. Laughingly, she mimicked his expression. "Tell me exactly how it feels, Steve." Deciding to add some incentive to an honest answer, she gave him some motivation. "And if I don't like what I hear...." She trailed off, filling her cheeks with air again, laughing at him.
She listened as he stammered out how full he felt, how tight. She shook her head when he began to talk about pressure. He thinks he knows what pressure means? She stopped him mid sentence, shaking her head unhappily.
"Stop, my balloon. Stop right there." She looked at him like he had disappointed her.
"I told you I wanted you tell me something I'd want to hear. Something I didn't know. I know how 'full' you are, Steve. How 'full' you think you are. But you don't get it do you?" She stared at him amazed at how pathetic he looked. "You aren't full, not by a long shot. I'm going to keep filling you, with more and more air, and guess what?"
He swallowed, fearfully. "W-w-what?" He pleaded.
"You're going to take it. Every little bit of air I give you, you're going to take it in. And you'll still take more. And more. And..." her eyes half closed with the pleasure of telling him.
"It's never..." she began.
"...Ever..." His eyes welled up again, knowing what was coming.
"...Ever...going to stop!" She placed her hands on his cheeks and playfully bit her own lip. "Unless..."
His eyes lit up, not sure if he had heard her right. Unless? Oh God, just tell me!
His lip, still quivering, and his eyes, still welling, pleaded for an answer. "Unless what? Please, Anne. Unless what?" He asked as meekly as he could.
She ran through several possible options, letting each one fade, until she came up with the one she wanted. She smiled, seductively. It was perfect. He was so very uncomfortable in his own skin right now. For the first time in his life, he was probably ashamed of how he looked. Perfect.
"Unless...you can make me want you." His face crumpled. "So simple, Steve." She grinned victoriously. "You're such a big, strong man...make me want you. Make me, and I'll stop the air. But, to be fair..."
She dropped her eyes to his chest, and ran her hands over it. She sighed contentedly, mouthing the command.
"Boobs."
Horridly, Steve slowly looked down, afraid of what he was going to see. At first it seemed like nothing was happening, but then...No...no, he cried to himself, It's not fair...I....
Steve's chest, once flat, was now swelling outwards. Like two round, and growing balloons, jutting from his ribcage. The tears began to flow silently. Anne knew this was incredibly embarrassing for him. She knew how hard it would be for him to handle. She also knew, it wasn't at all the final blow.
"Now show me, Steve. Make me want you. And I should think, at the rate you're going, that the longer it takes, the less chance you'll have. So you better act fast." She put her hands on her hips and waited, tapping her foot again.
Trying to keep calm, Steve realized that he had no choice in the matter. If he wanted to end this, he had to do what she told him to. Commands me to, Steve admitted, ashamed. Bringing his hands up past his swelling chest, he wiped his tears, and timidly approached her. He reached out to take her hands, and despite standing two feet away from her, his front brushed into her. She tried not to smile as his chest swelled into her arms. Thinking that maybe this was what she wanted, he tried pulling her closer, his hands in hers, and brought them to rest on his sides. She let him position her, feeling him filling up against her. She watched him swallow and begin to softly speak.
"Do...do you ...like...me like this, Anne?" He softly pressed her hands into his sides, making her feel how much pressure there was, how tight he had become. He tried looking into her eyes, but seeing only laughter there, he looked down. Red faced, he tried to lean forward as if to kiss her cheek. She turned her head slightly, as if inviting him. His face came closer, then stopped. He realized, to his horror, and her excitement, that he was quickly becoming too big to get any closer. Feeling the real stirrings of panic, and not knowing what else to do, he tried to softly encourage her to tell him what she wanted.
"My belt is so tight, Anne," he whispered. "Maybe you'd like me to..." he swallowed hard, "take it off?"
She slowly nodded sensuously, almost to the breaking point of laughing in his face, playing the aroused and interested girlfriend to a tee. His hands left hers, and moved to the enormous buckle. Despite every attempt, there wasn't enough slack to loosen it. He could barely even get a finger underneath it. Fear in his eyes, he tried to look down to see if he could get it off, but could only see his ballooning chest. He tried craning his neck to see past it, but it was no use. He was simply too big.
Fearing what would happen if he failed, he took her hands again, and moved them to the belt. In his softest voice, he whispered into his growing boobs.
"Help me with the belt , Anne. Please. I'm...I'm too...big. I can't get it off. Help me."
She smiled, slowly, and leaned forward, softly brushing her cheek against his massive chest. She cooed.
"Does big, bloated Steve want me to help him with his belt? Does he want me to help him with all...this...pressure?" She bit her bottom lip and pressed in lightly on his front.
He nodded slowly, pushing down on his front so she would have room. It was like pushing in on a balloon. A big balloon. She rested her chin on his chest, inches from his face.
"If you beg me to, not tell me to, I will, Steve." She pursed her lips and half closed her eyes.
Yes! Steve thought. She IS going to help me. Breathing softly, he brought his lips an inch from hers, and begged.
"Please, Anne...please help me. I'm...so full...I can't stand it much longer...I want you to help me with my belt. I need you to. There's so much....pressure...in me right now. I feel like...like..."
"Like what?" she whispered, licking her lip.
"...Like I'm going to...burst without your help. Without you." Despite the situation, he couldn't help but feel the stirring of arousal come over him.
Kissing her lightly on the lips, he was shocked by the response.
Anne began shaking slightly, her eyes closing tightly, until...
She began laughing. Stepping back, hands on her stomach, she nearly doubled over laughing at him. His eyes went from shocked, to hurt, to scared, realizing he had just been had. For almost a minute, she howled at him, at his expression, and at his shape. Finally she calmed down enough to speak.
"You....fucking...blimp!" She laughed. "You think, even for a second, that I would want you like this? So bloated he can't even reach me?" His eyes dropped, and his lips began quivering again.
"Awwww. Don't cry, Steve. How does it feel? How does it feel to try to ...seduce...me, and fail?" She giggled. "You think I'd ever want you like this? I blew you up, you fucking joke. I'm still blowing you up! And there's nothing that's going to stop me. All you did was make me pity you even more. You're like...like..." her eyes flashed. "Like a little girl. So helpless, so bloated."
Looking at his waist, almost obscured by his growing top and bottom, she shook her head, laughing. "And you asked...no, begged me to help you with this belt? Are you a fucking moron? What do you think is the only thing stopping you from turning into a hot air balloon?" She almost fell over watching the truth dawn slowly on his face. I never thought about...he thought.
"Talking to me like the idea of you...blowing up....turned me on? You look like a balloon, Steve. My big, bloated, balloon." She finished laughing and sat down. Becoming more serious, she turned to the reflection, growing tired of the game.
"I won, Steve. I made you do everything I wanted. And you couldn't stop me, couldn't even stop yourself. And now," she said, pointing to his waist, "your belt."
With only a moment's notice of what to expect, Steve felt his body filling up faster than before, pushing against the fabric tightly. His eyes widened, caught by surprise by how fast it was happening. His mouth formed an "O", and his hands started to push in everywhere trying to slow it down. She was amazed at how stubborn he was, as if the air could be pushed back in.
"Ooooh, Steve, I hope your belt holds on. I want to watch you squirm as you get bigger ad bigger, feeling more and more air pumping into you. Being pumped into you. By me. Faster and faster. I wonder how much more you can take? More , Steve...sooo much...more!" She sat back, and waited for the final breakdown. She knew it was coming. She just had to wait. It took less time than she thought.
Oh God, he thought. I'm going to burst! She's gonna fill me till there's no more room. My sides are pushing out everywhere. And my ...my...boobs! They're too ...fucking....huge! Knowing the end would be coming if he didn't do something, he gave in completely. Sobbing, and clawing at his massive chest, trying to keep his head above it, he broke down. Completely defeated, and feeling more ashamed than he had ever known, he begged her for the last time.
"Please, baby. Please....I'll do anything....I'll...I'll tell you how terrified of you I am...I'll tell you how huge I feel, how completely helpless. You can make me do anything, and I can't stop you. You can even make me want it, want you...and I have no choice. I have to do whatever you want me to. I ...I...want to...I want you to control me. To embarrass me, to make me feel so small and little beside you, while you make me a huge...blimp! Please, Aims...please, baby....just help me. I'm begging..."
Smiling, she raised her right hand and snapped. "Comatose," she whispered.
* * *
Steve awoke refreshed. Anne was watching him, smiling happily. He slowly sat up, looking around confused.
"What - ?" He wondered.
"What happened?" Anne asked him softly, and without a trace of anger.
"Yeah, " he replied, forehead creasing.
"Well, I wanted to teach you a lesson for making people feel small and helpless around you, Steve. And I wanted to let you know that despite how I act sometimes, I'm no pushover. Think I managed to convince you?" She winked, smiling.
He sighed, thankfully, and stood up. He felt better. And he did understand. It was all a hypnosis trick. He had never blown up, felt ashamed, watched her taunt him. She had just created a venue to let him know what she thought of how he had been acting. Cool.
"Well, I'll let you get home, Steve. You earned a long nap, I think." She bounced up to him and hugged him. Something in the back of Steve's mind screamed at him, but as quick as it had appeared, it was gone. He hugged her back, and walked for the door.
Passing her housemate on the stairs, Steve thought to himself, I won.
Meeting Katie's astonished gaze as Steve left, Anne explained that the hypnosis wasn't the only thing that had actually happened, and despite Steve's understanding, it had all been real. The hypnosis, the shame...the air. To ensure that her victory would be complete, her final command, after making him fall asleep, was to make him see himself as normal, though, he was far from it. Shaking her head as she watched him waddle down the street, oblivious, she giggled.
"No, Steve," she said. "I won."