Tags: Breast Inflation, Butt Inflation, Hourglass Inflation, Female Inflation
Text: The Underworld, the Land of the Dead, the Nether Region, the Infernal Region and the House of Hades are just a few of the names given to the realm under the surface of our Earth. It's the place where the souls of the recently departed go. Divided into three regions, the first was for the common folk, the second for all the evildoers and the last was the resting place for the most exceptional of mortals, The Elysian Fields.
However, we're getting ahead of ourselves, because before being allowed to be judged, a persons soul has to journey to The Land of the Dead. You see, when a person dies, that person's soul (or shade) is lead to the Underworld and the only way to cross the river Styx is to engage the services of Charon, the ferryman of the dead. Charon didn't work for free; he required a single coin as payment. If a would-be passenger could not pay Charon's fee, that shade was doomed to wander in limbo at the shores edge for a hundred years before eventually being allowed passage. Worse still, even after they'd paid and boarded the boat, the shades had to do most of the work, forced to do all the rowing, whilst the ferryman merely steered. After crossing the river Styx and passing through the Underworld's gates, a shade had to pass Cerberus, the three headed watchdog of Hades.
But, more goes on in The Underworld than you realise, as you will soon see.

In Hades' personal chamber, the underworld god had summoned an audience with his seductresses. Slender, fair skinned, long dark-brown hair styled into an up-do ponytail, purple eyes that go with her purple sleeveless dress and satin lavender shawl. Megara is a beautifully, sassy, quick-witted girl, but one who has a very low opinion of men, and rightly so. In order to save her beloved boyfriend, Megara made a bargain with Hades, selling her soul to save his. But afterwards, she was cruelly dumped for some other girl, breaking her heart and shattering her trust. Now she's bound to Hades' whim, using her persuasive sexuality to gain new followers to his army, often unwillingly.
Hades was hunched over a circular strategist table, complete with wooden carvings that represent creatures and monsters in his army. There's a Cyclops, a Troll or two, as well as a fierce looking Hydra. But just then, he's joined by his seductress. "Aaaah, if it isn't my dear sweet-nut-Meg." The underworld god smirked.
"Ugh, you know I hate it when you call me that." Meg groaned, rolling her eyes at his pettiness.
"That's exactly why I do call you that, nut-Meg." He teased.
"Ugh! Men!" She cursed, turning her back on him in disgust.
"But, I digress, you see, I have another job for you, my bewitching temptress." Hades explained, putting his arm around her shoulder and leading her towards his strategy table.
"Oh, wonderful. What drooling, perverted, ogre have you picked out for me this time?" She cynically droned.
"Glad you ask. Well, he is a warlock. Oh hey, I have an idea, maybe this time you could let out your pleasant charm, after all it would be a nice change to your usual dry personality. Hint-hint, wink-wink." He suggested, forcing a false smile by raising her cheeks with his fingers. Waving his childish antics away, she walked out of his reach. "My charm is not something to be tossed around. Otherwise people wouldn't appreciate it." She said.
"Well, people sure as hell aren't appreciating your sarcastic comments. We really could have done with that Maintain Giant" He fumed, the flames on his head growing bigger.
"Listen blue-boy, he made me an offer I had to refuse and anyway, I don't need you harping on about my personality." She said, further winding to dark god up.
"Meg, Meg, Meg, my sweet deluded little minion. Aren't we forgetting one teensy-weensy, but ever so crucial little, tiny detail?" He asked, before exploding into flames. "I own you!" He shouted. But just as quickly he's calmed back down. "I could always give you some other, more gruelling task. I'm sure Pain and Panic would not let a pretty little thing such as you go to waste, although between you and me, those guys are into some freaky stuff." Hades explained, painting an unpleasant picture in her mind.
"Ugh, just give me the damn assignment already." She bleated.
"Better. So, this mission, it's just your standard procedure. Seduce, convince him to join my army, and seduce more if he does not comply. Ok? Oh, there is just one more thing. He's something of a hermit, an eccentric loner." He warned.
"I'm shocked. It actually sounds like you're concerned for my safety." She replied, although if truth be told, he didn't.
"No my little puddin' pop, I just don't want to interview potential replacements." He said bluntly.
"Riiight, thought not. Anyway, don't worry your little blue flaming head. Everything will be fine. After all, when have I ever disappointed?" She strutted, swaying her hips convincingly.
"I'm glad you think so. However, as lovely as you are I feel this maybe beyond your natural skills. So, with your permission...oh who am I kidding, I'm doing it weather you like it or not." He said, flexing and clicking his fingers as if readying to summon something, unnatural.
"What's that exactly?" Megara quizzically asked.
"Shnookums, to make you more desirable of course." Hades said as he grinned a sinister grin.
"Hmm, I don't know if I like the sound of that." She thought, taking a tentative step backwards.
"Well, I don't really know how to sugar-coat this, so I'll just come out and say it. It would seem that this warlock chap has a thing for, hourglass figures." He vaguely explained
Meg doesn't reply, but instead shoots the underworld god a perplexing glance.
"Oh come now, don't look at me like that, you know the sort I mean. Big breasts and huge hips, you know, more cushion for the pushin' if you catch my drift." Hades explained.
"Ooookey. Well thanks, but I think I'll pass." She declined, waving him away.
"No, no, no, you don't get it. You see, it's not a suggestion, it's an instruction. One that's about to start, now."
With a sinister grin and piercing gaze the omnipotent Hades clicks his fingers, calling on his powers like the whim of a god. Unsurprisingly, it doesn't take long before the effects of the augmentation begin.
Meg turned her head to look behind, her eyes widening in shock. Her butt has started to swell, filling her dress and pulling it tight across each cheek. Instinctively, she reaches round with both hands to grab a hold of her swelling rump, which has already become a healthy size. "Oh you're kidding me." She grimaced, feeling her hands becoming increasingly dwarfed by her swelling behind.
"Why do you have to be so glum about everything? But by the by, it looks like that dress of yours won't last much longer... shame really, looks good on you." He chuckled, enjoying Meg's discomforting predicament.
To Meg's credit, she's remaining very calm. Defiantly strong, it's as if she doesn't want Hades to see her breaking down into tears or hysterics. "Is that a complement or an insult? I can never tell with you." She jibed, which displeased the Infernal God.
But their conversation, as well as Meg's hip growth is suddenly, but exponentially interrupted by a different expansion. Her hourglass figure is beginning to take shape when her breasts decide to join in on the action, quickly filling the top half of her dress. With one hand on her butt cheek and the other clasping her ballooning boobs, she can't help but feel powerless as she watches her body take on a new fuller figure.
"Ugh, it's getting tight." She whimpered under her breath.
Meg's pretty dress is struggling to allow the excessive growth inside the confines of its fabric. The lower hemline of her straining frock is slowly being lifted higher and higher as her dress struggles to cover her enlarged, curvier behind. Still, the lower half of the dress is at least fairing better than the upper half.
Putting up a valiant fight at best, her bust has for a word 'exploded' from her dress. Although the bodice straps haven't snapped, they're very much digging into her shoulders and she's sure she can hear them tearing. She's sporting an enormous amount of cleavage, certainly enough to envelop a hand or two. Meg's just grateful that her nipples are still covered, although for exactly how long is another matter entirely. By now she's looking very disproportional. Her slender, stick thin waistline, her long curvy legs and her sumptuously delicate arms are completely untouched by Hades' godlike powers. But on the other hand, her butt and boobs are blowing out of her dress, quite literally. Her balance has been greatly altered, with her huge rump and ballooning breasts acting as perfect counterweights. The slightest altercation could very well tip her over. Of course, falling backwards wouldn't be so bad with her massive butt cushioning the impact, acting as a kind of beanbag. Falling forward on the other hand could present a more embarrassing situation, the thought of planting her face in her swollen bosom was just mortifying, and she'd never be able to live that down. In one final act of defiance, she places both her hands on her mammoth sized rump in an effort to halt the growing, or even push it back in. She only just realises how big it's become when she struggles to reach around her globular butt cheeks and even with her arms outstretched she's having difficulties.
The sound of tearing fabric is her cue to push back against this unseen force that's swelling her behind to record sizes. However, as hard as she pushes, it's inevitably in vain and she only succeeds in embarrassing herself further when she feels her fingers and hands sinking into her expanding rump.
The audible straining of her purple frock have been building to a climax, completing its swelling symphony to the sound of a dozen rips, as her big butt burst free from her dress. All of the rips have been vertical, seemingly following the hemline down to the bottom of her dress. In fact, all that's left of her pretty purple frock is shreds, hopelessly clinging to her accentuated curves, although if truth be told, doing very little in the way of clothing her.
She's just thankful that today she's wearing undies, because if she wasn't her private parts would most certainly be on display. Although still wearing her dress, or rather, what's left of it, her underwear can just about be seen between the dangling strands of her loose frock. Today she's wearing her white knickers, the one with the Mickey Mouse logo on the back. But, the poor thing has given up the ghost, practically being reduced to a thong. Well, ever that or their giving Meg one almighty wedgie.
"Aaah, I think that's satisfactory." Hades said, looking her over like a prized animal. "Now, you know what to do right? Good. So, what are you waiting for, go and seduce." He ordered.
Megara just sighs in defeat, knowing full well that arguing will get her nowhere. "I'll get right on it boss." She said.
Strutting away, Meg waves over her shoulder, not even looking back to glance at her infernal master. She's ready to depart for her trip and just wants to get it over and done with. After all, seducing a warlock couldn't be all that bad could it? Sure this one sounds a bit 'peculiar' and he may know dangerous magic, but she was wily, and had feminine charms on her side, not to mention Hades' over the top augmentation. What could possibly go wrong?