The Boyfriend Balloon I opened the door to let my boyfriend in. Kale smiled as he entered and hugged me.
"Hey, babe." He said. I smiled and we went into my living room/kitchen and he sat down on the couch as I went and grabbed some chips. He began feeling around in his pockets for some reason, and while I pulled out chips from the bag, he pulled out random pieces of paper and other crap like that.
"I don't remember putting this in here." I looked over at him as he played around with a stick of something.
"Cigarette?" I asked.
"Of course not! No, I think this is gum." he unwrapped it and looked at it.
"You sure you want to try it? Who knows how old it is." I said. He shrugged and kept messing with it. I sighed as he finally put it in his mouth and chewed.
"Hey, it's pretty good!" he said. "I swear, I have never had orange-flavored gum before!" I rolled my eyes and kept fishing around in the chip bag while h
Matt stormed back into his apartment. This was just not his day. He was late for work at the lab, got caught in a chemical explosion and had who-knows-what dumped all over him. He was drenched in an awful-smelling substance that he couldn’t get off, even with several showers and hours of scrubbing in the washroom. He decided to go home early and thankfully his boss had given him permission.
He opened the fridge and grabbed a beer, downed it, and then went into his bedroom. He took his dirty clothes off and dropped them on the floor, and went into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and got in, letting the water run down him. He shut his eyes and let himself soak.
Matt got out of the shower and dried off, then ignored his clothes and just went back into the main room and flopped on the couch. He turned on the TV and just stared at the images, not really focusing on them.
He scratched his stomach, the somewhat pliable flesh squishing underneath his fingers. Matt rested his hand on his stomach, and then looked down. He felt his belly coming out farther, and not just when he breathed. He saw his hand moving upward as his stomach began to grow. He then began to feel tight, his belly stretching to accommodate the pressure beginning to mount inside.
He groaned slightly as he began to feel heavier, his stomach pushing outward. His eyes widened as he felt his rear swell, pushing into the couch. He looked down at his arms, which had also begun to grow. He let out a strangled cry and stood up, only to fall as he heard sloshing inside of him.
His body began to swell faster, his chest going the same route as his stomach, quickly making his middle a half-circle. His back began to bulge out, merging with his rear and completing the circle within a minute.
Matt tried to right himself, but his arms and legs were being sucked into his body as it swelled outward. He grimaced as his skin got tighter and tighter, stretch marks appearing on it. He let his head flop back as he became completely immobile, his body still growing. He began to press into the couch, and Matt feared he would pop on the sharp corners. He began trying to roll himself, which was simpler than he thought, and rolled away from the couch, feeling safe for the moment.
He was still swelling, touching both the couch and the TV by now, and panic began to grip him. If he didn't stop inflating, he might pop on something, or he would reach his maximum capacity. He already felt tight, like if he inflated one more inch he would burst.
He heard the phone ring, and then go to voice mail.
"Matt, this is your boss. That stuff that got dumped on you? For some reason it makes your skin act like a sponge, and soaks up any liquid you get on you. All those showers you took will make you swell up like a water balloon, and we're not sure when it ends. I'm sorry I couldn't reach you until now, I was stuck trying to help the others." The message ended, and Matt realized the others probably exploded.
He let out one small whimper as his body swelled that last inch.