AlexisRaine

[male inflation, femdom, ntr, floating] “This way!” As Scales, the lovestruck kommo-o, watched the girl of his dreams disappear past the loose board, just barely catching sight of a slender, lilac-clad leg disappearing into the shadows, he could still scarcely believe his luck. In day to day life it was worth writing home about to even catch a glimpse of the effervescent, glamorous Cresselia on the other side of the street, so renowned the legendary pokemon was. Scales had already gotten closer than most could ever dream of, when a chance encounter at a cafe left the psychic-type and the dragon-type abreast of one another. The invitation to a date on some evening later in the week tumbled out of Scales’ mouth before he really knew what he was doing. His words were rushed, a jumbled staccato punctuated by stammers and the nervous clinking of the scaly patches adorning his body as he awkwardly shifted about in place. Compared to her slender legs and the elegant parallel swoops of her

[POV, helium inflation, floating] Somehow, your own uniform staring back at you in the reflection of your bedroom mirror was the most depressing part. Some of the bubbles never quite made it back out again, and the swollen, taut pockets of skin around your belly, hips, and upper arms that they called home had pushed the size you’d been wearing every day just past the point of inadequacy. The efforts you’d seen your coworkers make to avoid being caught staring at you had been sufficient proof of that. Unfortunately, the next size up swung too far in the other direction, loosely hanging off your frame like tarpaulin or a body bag. Either it clung to you like the bulging surface of a balloon, or it drooped like a balloon that had all the air let out. Either way, no matter how much time had passed since that day, it was clear how everyone saw you. It wasn’t as if this perception was solely external, mind. In every action, those remaining bubbles reminded you of what you once were.

[Female inflation, floating] The wind skipped playfully across the empty pavement. Leaves, with its guiding hand, danced to and fro between accumulated piles. With the bright, halcyon days of spring and summer away in the books for another year, the streets were once again theirs just as much as ours. During the day, the crunch they gave under the footfalls of resilient boots was comforting, almost nostalgic. Then, in the evenings, when you or I vacated the outside for warmer pastures, their overgrowth amidst the dark gave autumn the chill and apprehension that its middle month is most celebrated for. The blustery winds, taking over from the gentle spring breezes, carry the vibes to all corners, and remind us of just what is waiting on the outside at night.As with most unpleasant weather, it also makes a lovely atmosphere when you’re not actually out in it. In one house, this was proving exceptionally apparent. Though Alexis’ increasingly fair and aloof disposition as her media