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Prg gazed in awe at the planet that filled the view from his cockpit.  Water, in at least three of the fourteen known states of matter.  Plant life.  And that’s just what he could see with his own borp.  Turning his attention to his scan readouts, he also found the planet teeming with life in numerous forms.  Countless structures made of alloys and composite materials dotted the landscape in varying densities.  There were even thousands of artificial satellites in orbit.  Not just life, but intelligent life!  With primitive spacefaring capabilities!

The life of a planetary surveyor was one of boredom and monotony.  Prg catalogued tens of thousands of planets - almost always lifeless rocks or uninteresting balls of gas - every glumk, and this glumk was no exception.  He was also grossly under quota for finding planets such as the one staring him right in the fleeb.

There was just one problem.  Prg glanced at his chronometer and made an expression that most closely approximated a human frown.  It would take him about a hundred zytugs to complete his scans, then about thirty zytugs to get back to his home planet, ten zytugs to download his logs and clock out of work, and another five zytugs to get home.  “I’m going to be late for flarg,” he said to himself in a language that did not at all resemble English.  “Again.  Klrda will never let me hear the end of it.”  Prg could already hear his wife’s droning about how she works hard at home all glumk to have flarg ready when he gets home and he’s always late and never calls and then just lazes around watching grax until he goes to bed and never spends any quality time with her.

That weighed heavily on Prg’s mind.  But… this planet!  He hadn’t found a planet like this in at least a couple of aeqs.  Reaching a decision, Prg rattled off a quick message to Klrda (he could at least extend her that courtesy), then dusted off the controls to his biological testing suite and began moving into a lower orbit to better study the planet’s life forms, making sure to avoid the satellites in orbit.  At least he’d finally have something good to take back to the boss.

--

The moving image of a three-camera sitcom abruptly froze, became pixelated, then was replaced with a black screen and the words “WEAK OR NO SIGNAL.”

Alyssa groaned.  "Not again," she muttered in a language quite unlike Prg’s - English, in fact.

"What?" Katie called back, also in English, from another room.

"The dish just cut out again."

"It can't be raining, can it?" Katie said.  "I mean, the sun was shining a minute ago."

"No rain," Alyssa grumbled.  She got up from her recliner, walked to the patio door, and looked out.  About 30 feet away, on a pole in the middle of the yard, the two roommates' satellite dish pointed to the wild blue yonder.  And yet, instead of transmitting $60 per month worth of high-definition programming, it was transmitting $60 per month worth of nothing.  One could easily obtain such nothing for free simply by not owning a TV at all.

"Isn't this like the third time it's cut out today?" Katie asked.

"At least."

"Well, good thing I’m leaving town for a few days."  Katie appeared in the living room with a suitcase and garment bag.  “I gotta go catch my flight.”

Alyssa smiled, then walked over to Katie and hugged her.  “Have fun.  Hopefully you’ll be able to watch your DVR’ed shows when you get back.”

“Yeah, you’d better get that thing fixed.”  Katie smirked, then shuffled her way out the front door.

Alyssa turned back toward the patio door and put her hands on her hips.  “Maybe it’s something simple,” she thought, walking toward the door.  Stepping out into the warmth of the late spring day, she followed the coax cable from the side of the house out to the dish.  Everything looked okay, and the cable was snugly connected to the dish.  She reached up to fiddle with the connection.

Then her body fell apart.

It only took a split second for Alyssa’s limbs and head to separate from her torso.  There wasn’t even any pain to get her attention.  Her trunk hit the ground, bouncing her head a couple of feet forward while her body tipped backward.  Before she realized what had happened she was staring at a pile of her body parts, her torso face-up surrounded by her arms and legs while her head rested in the grass, surrounded by her long brown hair.  There was no blood or anything at her shoulders or in the leg holes of her shorts, just smooth skin.

“Oh my God!” she screamed.  “What the hell?!” Alyssa instinctively flailed her arms and the arms on the ground did the same, flopping around like fish.  She then noticed that her chest was heaving up and down within her halter top, still responding to her breathing.  Alyssa realized that she could still feel - and move - her body, even if it was in six different pieces.  “Somebody help me!” she shouted.

Then, in the blink of an eye, Alyssa’s body reassembled, all of the separate parts quickly snapping back and reattaching where they were supposed to be.  Now laying on her back in the grass, she scrambled to get off the ground, frantically checking herself over with her hands as she stood.  It felt like nothing had happened at all.  She massaged the base of her neck.  “What---”

In that instant her body dissolved into water and splashed toward the ground, her clothes falling loosely - and damply - to the ground.  Alyssa could no longer see, hear, or move, but she could feel the majority of her body absorbing into the soil while some of her remained in her soaked clothing.  Tiny ants crawled on top of her.  A worm wiggled its way through her thigh.  She could even feel herself begin to evaporate away slightly under the sun’s warm rays.

After what felt like an eternity, Alyssa suddenly found herself back to normal again, this time nude and standing upright with her now-dry clothes underfoot.  Alyssa yelped and reached to cover her groin and breasts, frantically looking around to see if anyone in a neighboring house was watching.  She almost wished someone were.  She randomly noticed that her hair was dry, and realized that she was somehow surprised by that.

She reached down to pick up her clothes, but a bright orange flash filled her field of vision as her body spontaneously combusted and turned to smoldering ash.  Her sight and hearing were gone again, but she could feel the embers of her body being carried on a light breeze, some settling into her yard while others were swept away.

And then she was back to normal again, still nude, still covering herself as best as possible.  “What is happening to me?!??!” Alyssa screamed, as if whoever or whatever was causing this would hear her.  A gentle breeze was the universe’s only reply.

Furious and scared, Alyssa bent over and pulled up her panties.  When she bent over again to reach for her halter top, she wasn’t able to bend as far.  Her stomach was in the way.  In just a few seconds her trim abdomen looked as if she had swallowed a basketball, and it was growing before her very eyes.  Ignoring whatever modesty she had intended for her breasts, she reached down with both hands and clutched her rounded midriff, feeling it grow, stretching her fingers apart.  It felt light and was painless.  After another few seconds she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the patio’s sliding glass door.  She was larger than any pregnant woman she had ever remembered seeing, and it wasn’t especially close.

The door!  Alyssa tried waddling toward it but understandably had trouble.  When she had made it a few wobbly steps the rest of her body began to grow.  Plump legs rubbed against one another, further complicated her gait; rapidly swelling breasts obscured her view of her stomach (not a small feat, she realized, given her unbelievable new waist size).  Her panties dug in between the globes of her enlarged buttocks; she reached plump arms down to try to mitigate the discomfort this caused but could not tug the waistband far enough to get them off.

Alyssa’s legs spread apart as she grew, becoming unable to move them at all.  Her arms, similarly, stuck out to her sides.  She had only made it halfway to the house.  Breathing hard from the effort to move her body, she cried for help again but not as loud, doubting it would do any good.  Her hips flared out, panties finally snapping as her body widened from side to side to match her dimensions from front to back.  Alyssa found that she couldn’t bend her knees or elbows; from what she could see, she didn’t even have knees or elbows, just puffy, conical arms and legs.

Her feet slid further apart along the grass as she grew, her body seeking a rounder shape all over.  Her view was still dominated by her colossal breasts, tight domes of flesh that stood out dramatically from her rounded chest.  She realized that she was very warm, almost uncomfortably so.  She figured it must have been because there was so much more of her to soak up the sun’s heat.

Another faint breeze kicked up.  Alyssa, with her decreasing density, caught it like a sail, gently rolling to one side.  But as she felt her body pitch she felt the grass fall away beneath her.  Realizing she was floating, she half-yelled, half-whimpered.  “No!  I don’t want to float away!”  She felt her long, flowing hair drag along the top of her rounded shoulders and back as she rotated in midair.  Her body fell gently, making a slight “bloomp” sound as she bounced off terra firma for the last time, then rising two feet off the ground, then three, then five, then ten.  She instinctively tried to reach out and grab the roof, but it was no use.  She had nothing to reach with; she could no longer feel her arms.

The wind nudged her still-growing body sideways, causing her to drift over the neighbor’s yard, the wind better able to grab hold of Alyssa and carry her away as she rose higher.  She felt herself growing faster, her body beginning to reshape her breasts.  As she spun on her axes, she would occasionally catch glimpses of the ground below.  She was very high up, and rising fast.  The air was cooler up here but she still felt quite warm inside, a dichotomy that she decided was strangely comforting, a sensation that soothed and calmed her.

When Alyssa’s breasts finally stretched out to the point of flattening, her body had become her own horizon.  She had no way of knowing exactly how huge she was; she only knew that everything she had left - her hands, her feet, her vagina - felt so, so very far away.  Despite this, and an unusual sensation of pressure building inside of her, she felt like she could continue like this for some time.  When she mentally asked herself how she knew that, she failed to come up with an adequate answer.  As her body claimed her neck, her tight skin swelling up around her head, she simply decided that since she had already grown this big, why couldn’t she keep swelling up?  

The air was starting to get pretty thin; at the right angle Alyssa could see the curvature of the earth.  Her brunette hair whipped about her face and slapped against her tight surface; Alyssa thought she sounded like a snare drum in a jazz trio.  The pressure continued building inside her, becoming first mildly annoying, then slightly uncomfortable.  Alyssa began to hear her heartbeat in her ears.  She felt her hands and feet ball up, then she felt nothing from them.  Something was happening behind her head; she realized her body had begun absorbing it.  The pressure pushed against her face and throat from within, making her feel an urge to gag.  She felt a dull, throbbing pain creep across her circumference somewhere in the distance... across her distance.  She wished the pressure would just go away so she could relax again.  But maybe she was wrong.  Maybe she couldn’t do this forever.

A deafening boom proved that Alyssa was indeed wrong.  Or right, depending on the timeframe upon which you judge her assumptions.

--

Prg grunted, then sighed.  He knew not every species in the galaxy could be bloomped, but it was a rare occasion indeed when a planet had such an infinitesimal success rate.  In testing one sample from each of the hundreds of thousands of species he found on the planet, only one biped species (the dominant intelligent race, he surmised) and a select few water-borne species tolerated it to any acceptable standard.

The success rate was too low, though.  With a gesture most closely resembling a human shrug, he summarized his report on the planet as “More evolution needed; reassess in 15,000 aeqs.”  He then closed the file, shut down his testing suite, and moved to a higher orbit before spinning up his Flurpf drive.  As was the case at the end of most glumks, a disappointed boss and disaffected wife awaited him.

Maybe he would have more luck tomorrow.
7 - Bloomp
This story embodies the quintessence of my long writing cycles.  I started writing this one around the same time I started writing "The Masterpiece Society" in early 2006, 12 (!) years ago.  It had no working title, and in typical fashion I wrote about 500-600 words and then left it alone to let my ideas stew.  Months later, I accidentally deleted its text file from my hard drive and was only able to recover half of it, in two separate parts.  A little while later I became less enamored with the idea anyway and was still demoralized at losing half of it, so I just abandoned it.  In fact, I have referenced this story on four separate occasions - here, here, here, and here.  "#6" became "The Masterpiece Society"; "#7" is this story.

I went nearly a decade without ever looking at the remaining fragments of the story.  Then I randomly thought about it again a couple days ago and decided to give it another look.  The idea became endearing to me again, so I pulled it into Google Docs today and rewrote the whole thing damn near from scratch.  Precisely four lines of dialogue between Alyssa and Katie remain from the original version I started in 2006.

It's far from my best work, but it was fun to write - it's not often that I find myself smiling while writing a story.  I actually LOL'd when I read the Prg parts aloud.

It's also the first time in a long time that I've written bursting into a story.  Alyssa was going to burst in the original version as well, although I had second thoughts about it this time, so I decided to make the ending ambiguous.  After all, Prg had no trouble returning her to normal several times before that.  If you prefer to think that Alyssa was safely reassembled after bursting, you're welcome to think that; if you prefer to think that Alyssa is gone, that's no less valid.  Personally, I actually don't know.

Excited about some stuff I'm planning to do here in 2018!
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I liked :iconzumberge:'s idea enough to steal it, so rather than get off my ass and actually work on my writing I shall posit this:

I've been writing inflation stories for 15 years and have been lurking the community since 56k modems were the latest and greatest.  Ask me anything.

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“OSHA’s gonna have your ass for that.”

Andy looked up at Steve from the sidewalk, returning his large wrench into his tool box.  “OSHA can eat my ass for all I care.  It’s hot as hell out here.”

Steve shook his head.  “Yeah, but someone could trip on that.  And it’s a long way down that staircase to the subway terminal.”  He gestured toward the top step inches away, the first of 48 steps leading down below street level.  “And you and I both know that’s just gonna be an even bigger pain in the ass later.”

Andy sighed and put his face as close to the concrete as he could, studying the nut and washer rising through the steel plate holding a sign down.  “It’s only sticking out half an inch.”

“Still enough for someone to trip.”

“Enough for an idiot, maybe.  Do you wanna get down here and tighten this thing?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

Steve put his hands on his hips and grinned.  “Because supervisors don’t have to do that shit anymore.”

Andy wiped the sweat off his face and wiped his hand on his pants.  “Fuck.”

Steve chuckled.  “Come on, let’s go get the drill out of the truck and do it right.”

“I think,” Andy grunted as he stood up, “that’s the first time I’ve ever heard a government employee say that.”

--

Navigating the busy downtown sidewalks at the end of the business day was tough anyway, but it was even tougher when trying to conduct a conversation over the phone.  Such was Alyssa’s plight.

“Did you make the reservation?” she asked, her heels clopping along the sidewalk.  She dodged someone walking in her direction, then dodged the person she had dodged into.  “Mmm, I can’t wait.”  She lowered her voice slightly and smiled.  “Because after we go back to my place I’ve got a sexy new negligee to show you.”  Her smile broke into a grin and she blushed slightly, pushing past a group of people obliviously standing still.  “Oh yeah, it fits me like… a… glove.  But I imagine I won’t be in it for long.”  Two city maintenance workers in orange vests crossed the sidewalk in front of her, just steps from the subway entrance.  “Well, I guess you’ll just have to---”

The toe of Alyssa’s right shoe caught Andy’s nut and bolt head on.  She instinctively stretched her left leg forward, but the pencil skirt she was wearing didn’t afford her the mobility she needed in that moment.  Her foot landed awkwardly, missed the heel of her shoe, and then rolled.  The process repeated with her right leg and foot.  She tried grabbing the handrail as a last ditch effort to save herself but it was just out of reach.

And down she went, head first.  The phone flew out of her right hand as she drew her arms in to shield her fall.  The concrete steps caught her on her stomach first.  Alyssa winced and cried out as her midsection swelled up, pulling her blouse and shirt tightly around its newly rounded shape.  Her left elbow and chest landed across the next step, causing her left arm to bloat up and both of her breasts to occupy any unoccupied space (and more) in her bra and blouse.  As she went head over heels for the first time her view was partially obstructed by brand new cleavage showing through wide gaps in her buttons and a pregnant looking stomach peeking out between her skirt and blouse.

Her back landed next, and as her back flared out behind her her bra and the buttons in front gave up, popping open and completely revealing her turgid torso.  The impact on her butt was particularly harsh, and in an instant her skirt was severely riding up over her massive buttocks, her petite panties disappearing into a chasm of butt cleavage.

The first landing was coming up.  Alyssa landed hard on her knees, and both of her legs inflated stiffly.  The force of her legs straightening out propelled her forward, and she reached her good arm out to break her fall to no avail.  Her arm puffed up an instant after her wrist came down, and then her stomach and breasts bounced and scraped across the landing.  As she pitched upside down her massive boobs and belly filled her field of view, unrestrained by shirt or bra this time.

Alyssa’s back was the first thing to go down the second flight of stairs.  After her butt followed the skirt decided it had had enough, exploding off of what just a few moments before had been her waistline.  She rolled sideways off her axis, the stairs beating up her arms and legs in the process and inflating them wider, stiffer, shorter.  Of course, between those impacts was a lot of contact with the rest of her body, quickly eliminating many of Alyssa’s feminine curves.  Her sides billowed outward, her stomach and back expanded eagerly in front and behind, and her breasts bulged and widened.

The second landing came and Alyssa was almost completely round when she bounced into it.  People below her on the stairs had heard and seen the commotion from above and were hurrying in the opposite direction.  Alyssa rolled over the two very slight bumps of her boobs which slowed her down slightly; there was nothing left of them when her chest came back up.  When she rolled onto her back she couldn’t feel her arms and legs, but she was rolling much slower.  She thought that she would finally stop at the second landing, but the rounded underside of her body tipped over the edge just slightly.

The third flight of stairs was akin to watching a beach ball bounce down the stairs.  Once Alyssa picked up a little speed she bounced violently off of one step, sending her careening into the downward sloping ceiling in front of her.  Then she bounced back and forth between the stairs and ceiling, blowing up larger with each bounce, involuntarily shedding her panties at some point.

At last Alyssa grew big enough to get stuck between the walls against the ceiling at the bottom of the stairs.  At nearly twelve feet wide she left only a small gap between herself and the stairs.  She was almost completely upside down, her face looking into the subway terminal.  “I made it,” she thought to herself as consolation.  Her body had swallowed up her neck.

Another young woman who had just run for her life came running back.  “My God!  Are you okay?!” she asked, placing a hand against Alyssa’s bruised and scraped skin.

“I… I think so,” Alyssa lied.  She felt pain inside and out and was doing the best she could to swallow the lump in her throat.  “Can you… get my phone please?  Near the top of the stairs.”

“Of course!” the woman said, then disappeared underneath Alyssa.  Alyssa felt her squeeze through and call out to someone above about the phone.  There was a shuffling of activity against her chest, and then the woman was back.  She held up the phone to Alyssa’s face; the call was still open.

“Hey sweetie,” Alyssa said, her voice wavering, “I don’t think I can wear that negligee tonight after all…”

--

At the top of the stairs, people had rushed into the stairwell to see what was happening.

A man stubbed his toe on his way in.

He fell forward into the woman in front of him.

She grabbed the man next to her and took him down with her.

They barreled into three women on their way to a bachelorette party...
Safety First (Inflation Day 2017)
Y'all made it really hard to pick just one winner for the Inflation Day story request contest, but I did.  I thought :icondewj:'s idea was the most interesting, so he wins a story!  And the rest of you get to read it, so in a sense everybody wins.

Truth be told, though, I wanted to write 3-4 of all of your ideas (particularly :iconemperornorton5: and :icontimebrain:) but simply ran out of time.  I'll get to them someday.

By the way, for any readers not from the US, OSHA is the US government's Occupational Safety and Health Administration who are responsible for enforcing safety regulations.
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I liked :iconzumberge:'s idea enough to steal it, so rather than get off my ass and actually work on my writing I shall posit this:

I've been writing inflation stories for 15 years and have been lurking the community since 56k modems were the latest and greatest.  Ask me anything.

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Happy birthday!
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Happy Birthday! :) You're a long-time fave writer and inspiration! 
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Happy Birthday!  Hopefully things turn out especially well for you today!
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Actually found your page from a post you made on a forum ages ago about pregnant-belly implants! Would love to see a story about them!
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Thank you so much for the watch, I can't believe I have been watching you sooner, I love your stories!
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Much obliged!
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Thx for the watch!
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