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Leslie awoke, but didn’t open her eyes at first. She no longer felt Roger’s weight on her. She was lying flat on her back now, to whatever extent she still had a back. Best as she’d been able to tell, her body had been one giant curve before she went to sleep.

She wiggled her fingers, breaking into a grin as she realized she could move her hands freely once again. Her feet were similarly mobile. Moving her arms and legs proved somewhat less fruitful. She could wiggle them some, causing her to wobble in place and displacing the air inside her, but bending simply wasn’t happening. Leslie was still somewhat heartened. At least now she could distinctly feel that she had limbs.

Taking a deep breath through lips that she could feel were still significantly plumper than normal, she steeled herself in preparation for viewing her current condition.

Leslie opened her eyes.

“Holy shit, my tits are huge!” she cried out, then laughed at the absurdity of her response. She was used to her breasts growing larger when she inhaled, but she’d never had the opportunity to appreciate her pneumatically enhanced mammaries. Previously she’d never stayed inflated very long, and last night she’d gotten so huge that they were stretched to near nonexistence across the vast surface of her body.

But she’d shrunk down considerably while she’d slept. Now her breasts stood out from her body as two towering, swollen domes blocking most of her view. She couldn’t even see the rest of her torso.

“I’ve — I’ve deflated.” Not completely, that was obvious. Looking to the left and right, marvelling at her reclaimed ability to turn her head, she could see her hugely distended arms tapering to hands that had returned to their normal size. Leslie was still massive by any reasonable estimation, even though she was a mere fraction of her former size. She looked more like an overinflated doll, whereas before she’d been a weather balloon with feet. She smiled, laughing with relief.

“You’re awake,” Roger said as he approached. “And in good spirits by the sound of it.”

“I’m not a blimp anymore,” Leslie said. “I was worried I might be stuck like that.”

He leaned over her and kissed her, gently stroking her tousled red locks. “Good morning.”

“Yes,” she said. “Yes, it is.”

“You started getting smaller around midnight while you were asleep,” he said, looking her over. “Somehow the air was leaking out.”

“Enjoying the view?” she asked cocking an eyebrow. Roger quickly turned his gaze from her enormous bosom and back to her face.

“By the sound of things, so were you.”

“Don’t change the subject,” she chided.

“They are rather — enticing,” he said. “And large.” He reached out to gently press a hand to her colossal bosom and could clearly hear Leslie’s sharp intake of breath in response.

It was a fascinating sight. “Large” was an incredible understatement. His hand looked so small against the vast, pale surface of her breast. And although her dark pink areola was vastly diminished in size from last night, it was still far too large for him to cover it. And despite being swollen to several times its normal size, her nipple still looked absurdly small by comparison.

Her flesh was soft and yielded easily to his touch. Her pale skin was smooth and showed no distress from having been so impossibly overstretched. There were sharp transitions to a darker shade where her swimsuit hadn’t shielded her from the sun the previous day. At her current size, the rhythmic rise and fall of Leslie’s chest was barely discernible, but had noticeably quickened at Roger’s touch.

Roger turned his attention to Leslie’s face once again. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, her freckled cheeks blushing.

“That feels a lot better than I was expecting,” she breathed.

“Do you want to?” Roger asked. “It would be a bit cumbersome, but you’re small enough now that we could probably manage it.” It felt strange to describe Leslie as “small” in her current state, but recent events had greatly altered Roger’s sense of scale.

Leslie bit her lip nervously. “I do, but I don’t?” she said. “I mean, I bet it would be amazing, but this is all pretty new to me. It’s definitely something I’d want to explore. But right now I really feel like a balloon, and I’m a little apprehensive about how a balloon might respond to a vigorous poking.”

“As you wish,” Roger said with a chuckle. “Coffee?”

“Coffee sounds wonderful.”

While the coffee was brewing, Roger made several attempts at standing her up. It was to no avail. With her decreased mobility Leslie was unable to maintain her balance. Even a small shift in weight resulted in a slow-motion fall and gentle bouncing.

“At least I have built-in airbags,” Leslie joked. They decided that the best course of action was to lean her against the sofa so she could be comfortable and mostly upright.

She could hear the clink of ceramic and silverware as Roger prepared the coffee, but with her back to the kitchen she couldn’t see him. It was frustrating. Will he remember? Cream, no sugar? This was the sort of thing she’d normally handle herself, but now couldn’t.

After taking a sip to make sure it had sufficiently cooled, Roger brought the mug to her lips. She smiled.

“Good?” Roger asked.

“You remembered.”

“Of course. Now, what would you like for breakfast?”


While Roger was cleaning up after breakfast, he heard Leslie grunting in the living room. He went to investigate and found Leslie flexing her arms. She’d strain to lift them as much as possible, then let them fall back to their resting position, sticking out nearly straight from her body. She’d repeat the process, bending them forward, then down, then up again.

“Under the circumstances, I think it’s okay for you to skip a day of aerobics,” Roger said.

“I’m trying to force the air out faster,” Leslie responded.

“Do you want me to help?” Roger offered. “I could — squeeze you?”

“Squeeze me? What, you’re not going to roll me to the juicing room first?” she teased.

“There’s no juice in there, that’s air,” he countered. “Besides, my juicing room’s out of commission. The living room will have to do.”

“That’s alright,” Leslie said with a laugh. “Honestly, I have no idea if this is speeding things up. But I’d rather do something besides sit here and wait.”

“Whatever makes you feel better.” He kissed her cheek. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.”

“Could you put something on the television? I could use the distraction.”


As much as she would have liked her thoughts to reflect the cheesy levity playing out in the sitcoms she was watching, Leslie couldn’t keep her mind from wandering into unpleasant places.

She knew that Roger had only meant it as a lighthearted quip and it was completely irrational for her to read anything more into it, but his comment about the juicing room had left her unsettled. Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory was one of her favorite movies. She’d long felt a deep kinship with Violet Beauregarde, and her recent experiences had strengthened that connection.

In the movie, Wonka stated that Violet had to be juiced immediately lest she explode. Had the juicing room not been available, that scene would have had a much darker tone to it.

What if Violet hadn’t been juiced in time? What if Roger hadn’t let go in time?

Leslie pushed the thoughts away and concentrated her attention on her arms. She could already feel her range of motion increasing as the air slowly left her.


After several episodes, Leslie wanted to test her progress.

“Roger, could you help me up?”

He lifted her from the couch and stood her upright.

“Okay, gonna let you go now.” Roger took a step back. Leslie swayed a bit, but managed to adjust and remain vertical.

“I can stand!” she cried out overjoyed. Her spirits lifting, Leslie’s ambitious drive was returning. She shifted her weight to left, lifting her right foot. Carefully, she swung it forward. And set it down. She then shifted right and brought her left foot forward.

“Oh my God, I can walk!”

“Where do you want to go first?” Roger asked.

“The bedroom,” Leslie replied.

“Changed your mind about some pneumatic naughtiness?” Leslie was already lumbering away from him, so he couldn’t see the look of consternation on her face.

“No. I’m exhausted from that workout. Now that I can, I want to sleep in an actual bed.”

As it turned out, regaining the ability to walk wasn’t the only hurdle she had to clear to get to the bed. She was too big around to make it through the doorway on her own. Roger had to pull her through the doorway sideways. She just barely squeezed through, and nearly smothered herself with her own bosom in the process. He helped her onto the bed and laid a sheet on top of her. It couldn’t completely cover her, but she didn’t even notice. By the time the sheet was in place, she was already snoring.


Leslie awoke to a number of pleasant surprises. Most of the air had left her. Her limbs were still quite puffy, but she could easily bend her knees and elbows now. And to top it off, most of the air that remained had settled in places where she was naturally curvy. Even though she still had a prominent paunch, her hugely swollen breasts and backside gave her the most exaggerated hourglass figure she’d ever seen.

It’s a bit much, but I guess getting blown up isn’t all bad. Admiring her new shape in the mirror, she gave a quick shimmy and watched with amusement as her various swells quivered and jiggled long after she’d stopped.

The end of Leslie’s ordeal was in sight. She was still comically curvaceous, but she didn’t mind much. At least she could now move with relative freedom and easily fit through doorways. She was no longer trapped in her own body and could leave the house if she wanted to. Assuming she could find clothes that fit, of course.

But her first order of business was to get a shower. She giggled at the loud patter of droplets against her swollen body as she sudsed herself up. The warm water and fragrant foam relaxed her. She revelled in her ability to reach most of her body; she would never again take that for granted.

Leslie searched through her drawer to see if she had any clothes that were stretchy enough to accommodate her. Of the few garments that she had any chance of squeezing into, most weren’t capable of providing much coverage. Leslie suddenly realized that her sense of modesty had returned. She hadn’t even noticed its departure. It wasn’t that she’d quite literally had bigger things to worry about. She’d been naked since she burst out of her swimsuit yesterday, but she didn’t feel naked when she was round. Now that her areolae were smaller than serving platters, she felt the need to cover them.

Underwear simply wasn’t an option yet. She didn’t even try. After an extended struggle, Leslie was able to stretch her leggings over her enormous posterior, and over the audible protests of the garment’s seams. Thank God for spandex. She gave up on her tops and borrowed one of Roger’s t-shirts. It covered her boobs, but left her bulging midriff exposed. Although she’d finally reached some minimal level of decency, she was reconsidering the wisdom of leaving the house. She was quite large, but she didn’t appear fat. Her firm, gravity-defying curves reflected her preposterous reality; she was a living balloon, and would certainly look the part to a casual observer.

“So what?” she mused, defiant. It’s not like being inflatable was a crime. She’d puffed herself up in front of people many times before, but never to this extent. She’d always limited herself to a size that people would dismiss. It was amazing what people could rationalize when faced with the impossible. Inflating that beachball for Roger was the first time she’d let someone see her pumped up to the point that her true nature was undeniable.

“And look where that got you,” she grumbled, giving her gigantic boob a squeeze. Strangers would stare, but likely just assume that she was some kind of freak of nature. But if she was recognized by anyone who knew her, her secret would be out. She couldn’t risk more people knowing.

Leslie sighed. She’d have to stay hidden away in Roger’s home for a bit longer.


“Mmmm,” she purred as she emerged from the bedroom. “That smells wonderful!”

“My cooking skills aren’t exactly top notch, but I figured I could manage a passable lasagna,” Roger said. He had just set the pan down. His jaw dropped when saw Leslie’s new curves.

“Still enjoying the view?” she asked with a grin. “After all, they’re a lot smaller than they were this morning.”

“So’s the rest of you. But I have to say, I’m liking the proportions.” He pulled her in close for a kiss, running his hands over rounded bottom. “What do you think?”

Leslie glanced down at her bulging cleavage. She was so big, Roger couldn’t get close without her breasts squeezing against his chest.

“I know I look and feel pretty impressive, but this is a bit overboard. But at the rate I’m shrinking, I think I’ll be at a pretty fun size by the time we’re done with dinner.”

“So maybe after dinner, we could have some dessert?” Roger asked hopefully.

Leslie licked her lips. “Maybe,” she chirped. He pulled out a chair for her and they sat down for dinner.


“Thank you,” Leslie said as Roger refilled her wine glass. “Dinner was wonderful, by the way.”

“You’re quite welcome,” he replied.

“You’re lucky I’m such a good sport,” Leslie said. “I can’t imagine any other woman being so understanding after her boyfriend blew her up.”

“Technically, you blew yourself up,” Roger corrected her.

“Is that really a hair that you wanna try to split, mister?” Leslie glared at him sternly.

“Okay, okay.” He held up his hands in surrender. “And you’re right. I am lucky in so many ways. Honestly, I’m surprised you’re not furious with me.”

“I am. Kind of.”

Leslie was so deeply conflicted it was hard for her to think straight. Despite her generally bold nature, she’d never been aggressive about pushing the limits of her ability. She had no idea what would happen if she went too far. Sure, she might just spring a leak and deflate like a cartoon character. But she knew all too well what happened when you put one puff too many into a balloon. And you never know how many is too many until it’s too late.

But now thanks to Roger she knew her capacity far exceeding anything she’d ever imagined. There was so much to explore in her newly broadened horizons. A day had passed, and she was almost completely back to normal; everything had worked out in the end.

But what if it hadn’t? Things could have easily gone horribly, catastrophically wrong. And Leslie couldn’t purge that possibility from her mind.

“Good. You should be,” he said. “I shouldn’t have done what I did. My curiosity got the better of me, but I should have just asked you about your talent. Not doing so is one of my two great regrets from last night.”

“One of two?” Leslie asked. “What was the other one?”

“We never determined if you could fill that really big beach ball in one breath.”

“Are you serious?” Leslie scoffed. “After watching me blow myself up to the size of a weather balloon, do you really think that puny thing would give me any trouble at all?”

“So we’re in agreement now that you blew yourself up?”

Hair,” she snapped.

“You’re right, what was I thinking?” Roger conceded. “Having seen what I’ve seen, it would be foolish for me to question your capabilities.”

“You really don’t think I can, do you?”

“I’m sure you can,” Roger said. “But at its rated maximum size it’s over six feet across, and it can probably handle a bit more—”

“I was definitely more than six feet wide last night,” Leslie retorted.

“Definitely,” Roger agreed. “I’m six feet tall, and you were a little taller than me.”

“Just a little?” Leslie asked, tersely.

“Well, we never actually measured you,” he said.

“Fine,” she said, setting her glass down. “We can settle once and for all just how much I’m capable of. Go get it.”

“Maybe we should settle this later, after you’ve fully deflated.”

“No, we’re going to settle this right now,” Leslie growled. “Get the ball.”

“You don’t have to —”


“Okay,” Roger said. It was all he could do to keep from smiling. Leslie was definitely getting back to normal; her competitive nature always got the best of her.

They returned to the living room, where Roger fetched the beach ball for her.

“You stand over there so I can keep an eye on you.” Leslie pointed toward the couch. “There will be no funny business this time.”

“Of course.” Roger stepped aside.

Holding the beach ball in one hand, Leslie closed her eyes and inhaled.

Her already distended body plumped up even more. Her her chest rose, her breasts billowed, her belly ballooned forth. Her shirt rode up, revealing more of her expanding form.

Leslie’s eyes snapped open; her steady intake of breath turned into a series of frantic gasps, her arms windmilling in panic. It took Roger a moment to realize what had happened; she was already swollen when she started, and had inadvertently puffed herself up to the point where she couldn’t properly maintain her stance. She’d lost her balance and was slowly listing forward.

“I’ve got you!” Roger shouted as he ran to her. He reached out to halt her descent, mostly winding up with two armfuls of Leslie’s billowing boobs. “Oops,” he said sheepishly. He looked up at Leslie’s bemused expression and realized that she’d stopped inhaling.

Suddenly, and with astonishing agility, Leslie grabbed his head with both hands, pulled him close, and brought their mouths together. Quickly, but not quickly enough, Roger realized she didn’t intend to kiss him.

Leslie blew.

It all happened so fast. A torrent of air rushed down his throat. First his torso surged outward, his belt painfully cinching his midsection. The seams of his jeans growled and popped as the increasing girth of his legs overwhelmed their strength. Through no accord of his own, his arms straightened, releasing his hold on Leslie’s bosom. They slowly rose as they filled, bursting his shirt’s stitches.

Roger tried to scream against the onslaught of Leslie’s exhalation, but only produced the faintest of muffled squeaks. His attempted cries were fueled by both fear and pain; his waist was still held in the death-grip of his belt, while his bodily continued to expand above and below. The pressure was immense; something would have to give, and soon.


The belt made a noise like a gunshot when it finally failed. It flew to a far corner of the living room as Roger’s middle rushed outward with a loud bwoom. He was pretty sure he could feel Leslie giggling at the noise. He allowed himself to feel the briefest moment of relief; freed from his constraint, he didn’t feel nearly as full anymore.

Leslie seemed to take this as a challenge.


Leslie blew even harder, and Roger ballooned even faster. His body rounded out, steadily absorbing his limbs as the ceiling grew ever closer. When he was nearly spherical, he felt the pressure within him rising. The swelling spread to his furthest extremities; first his hands puffed up, then his feet. He could even feel his manhood filling and stretching. Finally, his cheeks began to bulge, pushing Leslie’s hands apart.

He was running out of places to grow. With a rising sense of terror, Roger wondered whether Leslie would stop before it was too late.

He was certain that point was mere moments away when Leslie finally relented. She released her hold on him before heaving one final gust of breath.

“Wow, I wasn’t sure that would work,” Leslie said. She looked down at herself with a mix relief and disappointment. While blowing into Roger she had completely deflated. Although she was happy to be back to her normal, petite self, she missed having a bit more more bounce to her figure.

It looked like Roger was trying flail about in panic, but his struggles only resulted in a bit of slow rocking.

“Wh-what...what have...” It was only with great effort that Roger could utter even that little bit. His face and lips were hugely swollen.

“What have I done?” she asked. “Let me clear that up for you. I blew you up. See? Simple. No hairs to split here.”


“Why? Why? Do you really have to ask that after what you put me through?”

“I’m so sorry…”

Leslie had been wondering how long it would take for Roger to actually apologize for what he’d done to her. At this point the words felt as hollow as Roger himself.

“You damned well better be! I could have been hurt! I could have been stuck as a living blimp forever! I could have fucking exploded!” Leslie trembled, blinking back tears of rage. “So I think you’ve earned this. We can call it even now.”

“I feel like I’m —”

“About to burst?” Leslie finished for him, giving his drum-taut skin a soft pat. “I know, I’ve been your shoes before, remember?” Although Leslie had to admit to herself that the shoes seemed to be fitting Roger much more tightly than they did her.

It made sense; Leslie had been inflating for most of her life before her big blowup. This was Roger’s first time, and she’d made him huge. She’d assumed that since Roger was a bigger person than she was, he could handle more air. At his highest point he nearly touched the ceiling; he was significantly larger than she’d been and he appeared to be under much more stress. As frighteningly firm as his body felt, she wouldn’t dare try to climb on top of him.

Roger’s reaction echoed her concerns. The pressure inside him greatly magnified the sensation of her gentle touch.

“Please, d-don’t! I’m too full!”

“Calm down, you’ll be fine,” she said. “You’ll just have to wait it out like I did. Maybe this can be a learning experience for you as well.”

“Help,” he whimpered. “It’s too much! I can’t--”

“And don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for what I’ve learned from this,” she continued, dismissing his fearful cries. “Now I know that I can stay inflated and that I can deflate afterwards. And I can inflate other people. That’s amazing! I just know I’m going to get myself into so much trouble with that.”

Roger found her gleeful grin and wide-eyed excitement to be more than a little disconcerting.

“And I meant what said this morning. I’m really looking forward to finding out how it feels to make love while inflated. But that won’t be today,” Leslie said with a sigh, “and it won’t be with you.”


“We’re done, Roger. Maybe in time I could forgive you, but I’ll never be able to really trust you. I think it’s for the best if I just grab my things and go.”

“No! Please, don’t leave me like this! I’ll — uuurrrrrghh!” Roger clamped his eyes shut and clenched his teeth as his body shuddered, groaned, and swelled.

Oh shit!” Leslie reflexively took a step back; as he grew, Roger’s skin had flushed to an alarming shade of pink.

Is he right? Did I go too far? What if he can’t hold all that air in?

“On second thought, I can get new things,” she said, her voice quavering. She picked up her purse and quickly walked to the front door. She wouldn’t want to be anywhere nearby if something precipitous were to happen.

“No!” Roger screamed.

“Goodbye, Roger.” Leslie shut the door behind her.

Hmph. Apparently forgot to add the commentary on the original post. Well, here it is.

Really not sure how I feel about this one. I guess that makes it a fitting sequel for Leslie’s Blowup.

Leslie’s Blowup is one of my more popular stories overall, and has the most favorites on my DeviantArt account by a huge margin. Readers have described as “sweet”, “cute”, and “romantic”. So I took a swing a writing a sequel that would cover what happened the day after Leslie inflated.

I ran into problems.

Leslie’s Blowup only works as a happy story because of how Leslie reacts to Roger making her inflate. She doesn’t freak out, she doesn’t get angry, she calmly accepts her situation and adopts a “we’ll have to wait and see what happens” attitude. This is an incredibly charitable response under the circumstances. This is only credible because Leslie’s established as having years of experience with inflation. What happened was just an extreme version of what she’d done many times before. And while not being able to deflate as she usually did was alarming, Leslie is a sensible woman; becoming panicked or enraged when one is helpless and vulnerable isn’t constructive.

I’ve written a few times in the past about the willfulness of my characters. They have their own ideas and their own desires; they don’t always follow direction. So while I wanted to write a sequel in the same vein as the original, Leslie had other ideas. While she waited to deflate, Leslie didn’t have much to do besides contemplate her situation. And during that time she developed some rather strong opinions. Eventually, she felt free to express those opinions.

In short, Leslie was pissed.

And she had good reason to be. When you get right down to it, Roger assaulted and forced her to inflate to a massive size when he had little knowledge of the nature her ability and no knowledge of its limitations. She could have suffered permanent harm. She could have taken days or months or years to fully deflate. She could have popped.

By any reasonably objective evaluation, Roger was a reckless asshole who very well could have murdered his girlfriend. That she escaped the ordeal safe and unscathed was incredibly fortunate, and not an outcome that Roger could have predicted with even the tiniest certainty. So Leslie wanted payback.

Over the years I’ve discovered that I deny my characters’ demands at my own peril.

This is the first time I’ve spent a significant amount of time dealing with how an inflatee copes with being overinflated. It’s quite different. Most of the story is about how Leslie tries to manage her new form and how she feels about her circumstances.

Also, a shoutout: Sievert's story Working Light is old enough to vote, and I still remember how the phrase "did something precipitous" stood out to me. It was such a dry and detached, but incredibly appropriate euphemism for "exploded." It fit that scenario perfectly, and it think it worked pretty darned well here also.

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AwkwardToaster123 Featured By Owner May 1, 2019  New Deviant

The story itself is probably one of the best I've read on my time on deviantart, but the ending was unsatisfying. (In my point of view.)

I know in the first story Roger inflated her and used her as a bed and didn't care about what he had done, and he Did get what he deserved here. But his inflation alone would've been a bit better than what happened after she inflated him, and that's what makes it unsatisfying for me. Sure she was pissed at him and all but the way she just broke up him after assuming he'd be okay was reasonable, but then when she flat out left him to just inflate even after he begged her to help him was just overboard. (Even though she couldn't have done anything she could at least have tried to call someone to help if anything.) And to be completelyly honest if we're left to decide Roger's fate I'm pretty sure most people would get the impression that he popped, which is the only reason I didn't like the ending as much as others did. And the simple fact that Leslie didn't even care at that point and just was proud about being able inflating others while she knew she would take advantage of like she said she would didn't made me feel good for Leslie anymore, in fact I hated her more than I hated Roger after what he had done im the first story, In fact I hated her even more when she didn't even bother to make sure that Roger would be safe instead of claiming he would be. I don't know if there will be a sequel to this story or not, but if there is one and it turns out Roger did pop then Leslie should face the same fate, I mean she did get her revenge and then didn't even care when she went too far so why not let her, plus she also plans on inflating other people which most likely leaves her to take advantage of that and probably do the same to others.

But that's IF there is a sequel if not then I can't really complain about it, because after all I'm not the writer. And I would love talk about how I love this story for being well thought out and how you spent actual time and effort making it, but I guess someone already has. But this is a wonderful story, probably one of the best I've read so far but the ending just left a bitter taste in my mouth.

LutherVKane Featured By Owner May 1, 2019  Hobbyist Writer

Thank you for taking the time to write such an in-depth commentary. I’m glad you enjoyed it, even if the end was off-putting. But I feel that, given your reaction, the ending deserves a bit of explanation.

It’s important to note that while Leslie willful, impulsive, and a bit reckless, she’s not malicious. She knew that what she did to Roger was potentially risky, but at the time she didn’t believe that he was in any danger. After all, he’d put her through the exact same thing and she’d come out fine. She just wanted to give a taste of his own medicine and hopefully teach him a lesson.

That’s why she’s so flippant at first. Roger’s freaking out, but she doesn’t think it’s a big deal. She ignores his panic and focuses on her own story because she’s not concerned that anything bad will happen to Roger beyond being helpless for a while. When she talks about getting into trouble inflating other people, she’s not thinking about going around and blowing up people on a whim. The subtext here is that Roger isn’t the first man to take advantage of her. Knowing her own personality, she assumes that she might act impulsively again the next time it happens. But it’s no big deal, entertaining even, because she knows that inflation is harmless.

At least she thinks it is. Then Roger swells up again, and everything changes.

Leslie actually cares quite a bit that she might have gone too far. Her voice is shaking because it’s dawning on her that she might have done something terrible and Roger might not be okay. But just like it took her a while to realize the full implications of what Roger had done in chapter one, she hasn’t had time to fully process the implications of what she’s done.

And while it seems cold-hearted to just leave him alone, she knows there’s nothing she can do to help him. She can’t really call 911 and tell them her ex-boyfriend’s inflated and about to explode. They wouldn’t believe her, and even if they did they’d know even less about deflating people than she did. Regardless of how badly she feels about what she’s done, it’s not wise to stand near an explosion. So she leaves.

I’m working on a part 3, but who knows when or if it will ever be done. But the fragments I have so far have already touched on the issues you’ve brought up; they weren’t lost on me when I wrote part 2.

And I’m always up for discussing my stories in more detail, particularly with a reader who’s put as much thought into the story as you have.

ThatGrumpyWriter Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
This is definitely the best story I've read so far in 2016 (sorry, gotta keep options open until the 31st!) without a doubt. Nothing felt rushed, tacked on, or an afterthought. And, somehow, I truly did not see the tables being turned like that. I personally refuse to believe that anyone in their right mind would be happy about inflating. Shocked at best, afraid for their life at worst. And everything about Leslie and Roger felt real. The dialogue was very natural, enough so that describing body language wasn't needed to know what they were doing. I absolutely love this story.

When characters develop minds of their own, then you really have something special going on. I'm still just a puppeteer, and a lame one at that. I say let them act their wills out. Stay on your toes, though. They might attempt a mutiny.
LutherVKane Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you.

While it's common for my characters to offer their opinions, this story was a first in terms of just how emphatic Leslie was.

I actually had a lot of doubts about this one. It's rather long compared to most of my stories, and there's not a whole lot in way of inflation going on until the very end. It's mostly Leslie deflating while trying cope with her condition. I know there are people who are fans of exploring the practical effects of being inflation, but I was worried a lot of people would skip over it looking for the "good part".

The feedback I've gotten on this story is like nothing I've seen before. It's extremely encouraging to see that there's an audience for this sort of story.
ThatGrumpyWriter Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Oh there absolutely is. One of my favorite subjects, even if I cover it less that I wish, is "what happens after inflation?" Especially when it applies to popping. Almost all stories with popping end right there, and nothing is discussed afterward. That's just wrong to me. You have to wonder who's lives are affected, and who gets the worst of it emotionally. Especially when the person has a very close significant other. That event is no different than an accidental (or purposeful) death. It's a very depressing topic, but one I am very supportive of.
The thing is, most stories that do take place afterwards are like this one (although handled more poorly) where it's either mostly deflation and then "aw shit sudden inflation!" or simply cut to the chase she's inflating again. This story is the diamond in the rough where the characters actually matter, that it's more than just inflation. It's an actual story. I want to say write more like this, but then it would get stale. So I'll instead say please write stories that made you feel like when you wrote this one.

And thank you for the watch!
LutherVKane Featured By Owner Dec 14, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
I don't usually go into the aftermath of an inflation, and when I do it's typically brief. I think of them as separate entities. An inflation story should focus on inflation. If I'm going to go into the aftermath in any detail, then it will probably be its own standalone chapter.

Dealing with the aftermath of a popping would be particularly tricky. With a non-popping story, you at least get to start with an inflated person. With a popping story, you'd just have remnants at most. Like you said, it's depressing. I've tried it a couple of times.

Most recently was an idea for another chapter in the Conspiracy series where June (from Trapped) is investigating a case. She convinces a witness to tell her what really happened. She hadn't told the police because she didn't think they'd believe that she'd seen one of her classmates inflate and explode. I got a bit of the way into it, and it felt downright heartbreaking. Perhaps I'll return to it someday, but I'm not sure.
ThatGrumpyWriter Featured By Owner Dec 14, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
I agree with you, typically a story shouldn't continue after the pop, but only for the sake that the conflict has been resolved. A post popping scenario really is a standalone story.

It's a bit of a guilty pleasure of mine, but I love heartbreaking stories the most. I go into post popping sparingly, partly because it's not as filled with ideas as one would hope, partly because its extremely unpopular because of how depressing it is. The story I consider to be my best (The Teacher) is meant to be a heartbreaker. In general, the stories I write have a very solemn/serious undertone to them. It's probably what's holding me back, but I can't change who I am. Popping itself is a serious matter to me. I dislike stories where someone pops without consequence, or the matter of popping is just a non-issue. It doesn't really give credit to the fear, the tension, and the whirlwind of other emotions caused by someone at that knife's edge between survival and becoming a pile of scraps. So yeah, almost all of my stories end in popping. It might be a problem child, or it might be the opposite. I don't know yet. But I do love popping.

I can't and I won't try to influence you on that draft. It's your story, so you should call the shots. What might be the reason why post popping is heartbreaking is because there's really nowhere to go but emotional realism, which is people dealing with a loss of life. That within itself is depressing. Couple that onto the fact that the person's life ended because of the fetish of the reader, it gives the person an uncomfortable (and understandable) guilt. Inflation is (to me, anyway) an inherently sexual thing. It's meant to be erotic, at the very least to the reader. Which could be sadism, but is mostly lighthearted fun.
LutherVKane Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Unless you're a professional writer with a family to feed and a publisher to please, you should first and foremost write what you love. This is just a fun hobby for most of us. I doubt your solemn tone is holding you back.

There's nothing wrong with exploring the dark and depressing side of inflation. I think it's a refreshing change of pace. Although I don't believe that emotional realism is the only place to go. Popping, like inflation itself, is fundamentally absurd. It lends itself well to absurd storytelling. In Gassing Up, Carol cracks jokes about Lauren's inflation, then her popping. In Trapped, Lilly seems shocked but not terribly disturbed by Kirsten exploding. The epilogue is delivered with cheesy humor.

That having been said, the farther you stay from emotional realism, the less impact a story has. I think that's part of the appeal of the darker stories. They feel more authentic, so they leave an impact. So (for me, at least) it's not the darkness per se. It's that, in the vast majority of cases, the sensible response to a person who finds herself inflating out of control is unbridled terror. It's that her feelings toward the person who did such a thing to her would be hatred and rage. And the witnesses and loved ones left behind by someone who popped would be distraught and horrified that something so terrible had happened. So if you really want to make the audience feel something, you have to go there.

As I've observed before, inflation is so impossible, over-the-top, and cartoonish that people usually gloss over the implications in their heads. If those implications materialized you'd get -- well, you'd get this story, for starters.

As for the sadism, I feel no worse about enjoying popping stories than I do about enjoying popping people with the Inflatoray in Saints Row IV. It's fiction. Amusingly enough, in that game you get the Inflatoray from a character who's trying to cheer you up. He basically tells you to take it and go have fun with it.
ThatGrumpyWriter Featured By Owner Dec 18, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
You know, I write and read such a disproportionate amount of solemn material (both inflation and printed literature) that I forget that cheery, upbeat material is the more common of the two in inflation. If there is any real fear in popping, it's not until that typical moment of realization halfway through the inflation. I've built this bubble of solemnity around my writing that is so ridiculous in itself that it gets stifling. But I find it so difficult to write humor that I don't have the confidence to push myself.

That whole argument, that inflation is fundamentally absurd, gets used to justify far too much, in my opinion. For example, I read a story (I don't remember the title unfortunately, because it was an enjoyable story) where at one point the inflatee was described as "being in her twelfth month of pregnancy", which really bothered me, because a pregnancy has nine, not twelve, months. And I brought it up, to which the response was a very dismissive 'inflation is so absurd that I can use that description.'

I think I worry about the realistic implications too much. I'm almost obsessed with it. I've never taken the position of "Well, inflation is ridiculous so whatever." It's never been sufficient reasoning for me. It feels more like an excuse for not working hard enough (for me. I don't care if other people use it because I'm not them) I do like the more ridiculous, cartoony aspects of inflation, but I always need a justification for its existence. A 'just cuz' isn't right to me.

I feel like there's something inherently sadistic about inflation. The threat of death the further along it goes, the loss of movement and self defense, the increasing fragility of the body, and just how often the inflation happens against the person's wishes add up in a way that makes it difficult to say otherwise. I don't feel guilty about it at all. Again, the inherent absurdity of inflation guarantees that I will never pop a human being, which I am more than glad is the case.
LutherVKane Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
I'm with you on inflation's absurdity being used to justify too much. It annoys me when I read an author who clearly thinks that just because the idea that humans can inflate is absurd he has the license to include all manner of absurdity.

And you managed to touch on one of my pet peeves. I'm not into pregnancy fetish stories, but I imagine the tolerance for such things is much higher in that audience. But inflation stories where the inflatee is described as looking "x months pregnant with y-tuplets" really fails for me when x and y are absurdly large values. "She looked like she'd swallowed a basketball", while equally as impossible as "twelve months pregnant", makes much more sense to me. I know how big a basketball is, so I can envision that. I can't easily visualize how big a woman would be with a three month old infant in her belly (do you know how big an infant is at three months? I don't) so it's not an effective descriptor. So my problem with it isn't it's impossibility, it with it's lack of effectiveness.

Recently in one of the discussions on about vore stories, I pointed out that neither vore nor inflation lend themselves well to authentic emotional responses. I think you're right; when dealt with realistically, inflation tends to have a strong sadistic streak to it. Regardless of whether it's being inflicted by a sadistic character or a sadistic author, it's still something that would be terrifying and traumatizing in most scenarios.

I ran into this again when I was outlining a potential sequel to Blow. This is another case of a character developing a mind of her own. She starts inflating and one of her friends tries to reassure her. She's having none of it. She was at the club when during the events of Blow and she remembers how loud the explosion was and how it nearly blew the door off the bathroom. So she's crying uncontrollably because she's convinced she's going to die and she's begging her friend to run so she doesn't get caught in the blast when she explodes.

It's a recurring theme. The more real my characters become, the more disturbing the stories become. I'm not convinced that this is a bad thing, but it's definitely a thing.
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eeeee35602 Featured By Owner Nov 21, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Awful. Multiple reasons
LutherVKane Featured By Owner Nov 21, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Care to share any of those reasons?
Phraxus Featured By Owner Nov 21, 2016
When a character is willful and developed enough to exert influence over their own creator, its a sign (at least in my opinion) that you've not only got a solid character on your hands, but a good writer as well.  I have several friends who are professional writers, and they've mentioned more than once about how the characters in their stories often seem to have a mind and will of their own, frequently taking the story in directions the author themselves never intended.  It's a sign that they're more than just an archetype or a mouthpiece for their creator - they're fully realized people with their own distinct drive and desires.  

I really enjoyed this story, its use of language, and the thought that goes into the characters, their actions, and their emotions.  I must confess that the serious implications of Roger's actions in the original story never occurred to my young, hormone-addled mind when I first read it oh-so-many years ago.  Yet the conclusions that you - and by extension, Leslie - arrive at in this story are absolutely spot-on.  It's interesting to see realistic reactions and consequences taken into account in a story like this.  Realism in sexual fantasies is rare, especially when you're dealing with a fetish that's as rooted in the fantastic as ours is.  It's addition adds a layer of depth to both the story and characters that's quite refreshing.

I very much enjoyed the ending of this piece, despite (or perhaps because of) the darker tone and emotions.  Even though it effectively shreds and stomps on the quaint fantasy of the original, it nonetheless feels absolutely appropriate and satisfying, cliffhanger or no.  I particularly like the implication that Leslie is learning to control and (no pun intended here) expand her abilities, and that she seems quite thrilled by the myriad possibilities for fun that this opens up.  Maybe I'm just an oddball, but I've always liked it when characters with a natural ability to inflate (such as Leslie) not only enjoy, but seem legitimately proud of, their abilities.  I think that's one of the things about Leslie - and the original story - that appealed to me so much.  Leslie wasn't trying to hide her abilities - she was rather proud of them, and had a hard time turning down an opportunity to show off (which eventually gets her into trouble).  That sort of confidence is always appealing - whether it's related to inflation or not.  

Awesome work!
LutherVKane Featured By Owner Nov 21, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you. Writing has been difficult for me for a while, and it's only been fairly recently that I've been able to get back into it. But the past couple of months have been pretty productive. As the author, I'm at a huge disadvantage when it comes to predicting how a story will be received. By the time it's finished I've been too close to it for too long to maintain any degree of objectivity.

You're weren't alone in missing the disturbing implications of the original. Judging from the feedback I've gotten over the years, a lot of people did. Heck, I missed them when I wrote the story and for many years afterwards. We tend to focus on the inflation while giving little thought to the context.

It's good to hear that the evolution of Leslie's abilities was well received. I'm reminded that one of the major weaknesses of the first chapter in my mind was that I wrote it without a coherent idea of how Leslie's abilities worked. In my early writing I wasn't very good at crafting inflation as superpower. I'm not sure where she'll go from here. She probably won't get into too much trouble. after all, she knows what it's like to be the the victim on consensual inflation. But she's also quite willful, so I could see her seeking out situations where she could justify inflating someone. Of course, if there inflation fetishists in her world then she'd could just go online and find a plentiful supply of willing subjects. :)

Inflation stories tend to be unrealistic along more than one axis, and that's fine. There's nothing wrong with having lighthearted fun exploring things that we'd consider monstrous in real life (I couldn't even estimate how many civilizations I've wiped out during my gaming career). Heck, I wrote a poem about a ringmaster who commits mass murder on her circus crew. I don't think realism is required or even desirable in most cases. But it was something that I wanted to explore. Mainly because I love character-driven stories. They have the potential to have a huge impact on the reader. I've found that the more I write the more I focus on the characters.

"Shreds and stomps on" the original is a pretty spot-on description. I was hesitant to write this one because I was worried it would go over like those reboots of movies from my childhood. This chapter's tone is a 180 from its predecessor. I've written a few stories with dark overtones in the past, but I think this one sets a new bar.
Bubblegumdove Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
The first story was one of the first inflation stories I ever read, so it still holds a place in my heart, but I was so stunned I wasn't the only person on Earth with this peculiar intrest that I didn't put much critical thinking into the severity of what Roger had done until re-reading the first story again after seeing you'd posted this sequel; what Leslie did to Roger here is totally justified. What makes your stories work so well is how realistically your characters react to bizarre situations. Great stuff, as always. :)
LutherVKane Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you.

You're in good company. Leslie's Blowup is a pretty messed up story once you look past the fetishy aspects of it. But it's a fan favorite, and for almost two decades the feedback I've gotten on it as been entirely positive. And it's not just this story. Readers will give a pass to a lot of reprehensible behavior if the story otherwise fits in with their preferences. It's not even a conscious decision. It wasn't until years after I wrote that I realized the seriousness of Roger's transgression.
Lilacqualia Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2016
This is probably my favorite story this year.

I only read a little way in before I decided it looked like this was going the same direction as the prequel. With the first "Leslie's Blowup," I'd liked Leslie as a character, but hated what Roger did in the story without consequence. He'd massively violated Leslie's trust, safety and agency, hadn't apologized or shown remorse, and finished the story by continuing the same behavior, using her as a bed without asking or even saying what he was doing. I especially didn't like his behavior felt like it was intended as romantic.

I really wasn't feeling in the mood for more of that, and I did what I usually do with inflation stories I've decided not to finish reading: scrolled down to the end and scanned to see if there was at least anything notable about the resolution. I only read a few words at the bottom before I did something I don't know if I've done before: I scrolled back to the top, intrigued.

By the time I finished it, not only did I like it a lot, but I now liked the first story too, taken together with this sequel. Going from not liking an inflation story to liking it seems like another first for me.

I think if I had to sum up what I like so much about the two stories taken as a whole, it's how authentic it feels.

Leslie's outwardly trying to go on with things as normally as possible despite what she's been through and the absurdity of her situation, but has a lot going on inside. She's been violated by her romantic partner, and is struggling to find a way to resolve what happened with him and with herself, while meanwhile being in a disadvantaged situation. Other than the inflation, it's a very common and believable real-life situation.

Her thoughts and actions feel authentic for a woman going through an emotionally complex situation. She's had a breach of trust, had a traumatic experience, a potential brush with death, and that's very much on her mind. She's discovered something new and exciting about herself, and is fascinated with the possibilities. She's recovering from a bad situation, but also finding things to like and appreciate about it. She's got a lot of new information and conflicting emotions to process, and the way she does so in this story feels very genuine.

Meanwhile, Roger feels authentic as a boyfriend who is trying to make gestures of being "nice" to Leslie while utterly failing to understand how terrible a thing he's done or show any true concern or caring for her. Another common and believable real-life situation.

I can't think of another inflation-as-revenge story that feels like it uses that theme as authentically as here. Inflating someone as a form of revenge almost always seems to either come across as bizarre, disproportionate retribution and/or a reflection of the silliness of the story. And while that can work fine in the right story, it's refreshing to see something like this, where Leslie bides time turning over the implications of what Roger had done in her mind, gives him chances to make amends, and finally takes premeditated revenge when it becomes clear he has no real regrets or empathy. And her revenge is balanced against his actions, subjecting him to exactly the same unknown risk that he'd subjected her to.

One last detail I liked was Leslie's sense of modesty returning as she deflated, and specifying that it wasn't just that it slipped her mind. That's a concept I'm personally very fond of, the idea that when inflated, it can feel more normal to be naked. For me, it emphasizes the transformative aspect of inflation, that it not only radically changes your body, but changes how you think of yourself, and how you fit in with your environment.

Very well done. It really made me happy to read this story.
LutherVKane Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the detailed feedback. It's always gratifying when a reader takes the time and effort to thoroughly review a story.

I've noticed that glossing over the implications of inflation is a recurring theme in both fetish and mainstream media (which is something I really need to write about in depth one of these days). I suspect that it has something to do with inflation being so absurd and impossible that it often doesn't register as being as disturbing as it potentially could be. The song "Juicy" from the Willy Wonka musical is a good example of this. I think this effect is magnified in fetish fiction because so many of us are too fixated on the sexy aspects of things to think beyond "Ooh, look! Hot woman blowing up!"

When I first considered writing a sequel years ago, I started having conversations with Leslie in my head to get a feel for how it should go. It was at that point I realized "Holy shit, that was actually really fucked up and awful." This story almost didn't happen as a result. It casts the prequel in an entirely different light. I was concerned that I'd be ruining one of my most popular stories for the audience.

In your case, it seems to have done the opposite. I find this unexpected and fascinating.

In the end, I went for it. Leslie was insistent that her story be told.

As for premeditation, while Leslie was plagued by troubling thoughts throughout the day, she wasn't seriously considering revenge until dinner. The last straw was when Roger tried to use her competitive nature to deflect discussion of what he'd done. "We can settle once and for all just how much I’m capable of," was her threat. She didn't know if she could inflate someone, but she was about to find out. And it wasn't entirely about revenge. Mostly she just wanted him to understand what he'd done.

Something I want to thank you for: For a long time I've struggled with the idea of realism when it comes to inflation stories. How do you write a realistic story about something so unrealistic? I've toyed with with variants of the concept: "verisimilitude", "realistic within the context", "minimizing the extent to which the user must suspend disbelief". I think "authentic" is a far more useful, accurate, and worthwhile description of what I was thinking.

It's not the be-all and end-all for all inflation fiction. But I think it's good to aim for on occasion, if for no other reason than that it makes an impact on the reader. This story has made quite an impact, and that pleases me greatly.
Lilacqualia Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2016
You're welcome, I'm glad you appreciated the feedback.

What you say about glossing over the implications of inflation makes sense to me. I think in general that considering the implications of inflation has only become more interesting to me over time. Inflation is such a strange idea, and there's lots and lots of narrative potential in figuring out how it fits into your stories and/or world.

Yeah, "revenge" may not be the best word for it. I understood her motivation in wanting him to understand, though.

Authentic is definitely a word I've found useful for exactly that reason, since something can feel authentic without "being realistic."
SvenSvenson Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2016
On the one hand, you could say she blew things out of proportion but on the other, maybe he just needs to suck it up and contain himself.
LutherVKane Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
He took a big risk when he inflated her. He was a fool not to realize that it could blow up in is face and end in a messy breakup.
SlavicCulturefan3 Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2016  Professional General Artist
Part 3 please
Serith Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2016
I don't like how she left him to explode at the end, even if what he did was reckless and stupid. A little payback was due, but that's a bit much. I feel like she should have known not to make him so big considering his lack of experience. But oh well.
LutherVKane Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
It wasn't just that Roger was reckless and stupid. Leslie's resentment was building throughout the day. She was trying to regain her mobility, and he was focused on her huge boobs and the possibility of sex with his pneumatically enhanced girlfriend. When he finally expressed some remorse, he still tried to evade responsibility. When he put blowing her up in the same class of regret as not seeing her blow up the beach ball, that was the last straw. She had to teach him a lesson.

Yes, she wound up going a bit overboard. And maybe she should have guessed that he wasn't as inflatable as she was. Hindsight is 20/20. There was really no way she could have known what his limit was, just like there was know way he could have known what her limit was. But in her mind what she was doing was no worse then the callous disregard he'd shown for her own safety.

Both Roger and Leslie took the same risk. She was lucky. Maybe he will be, maybe he won't.
Serith Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2016
Good point. Either way, the story leaving his fate up in the air like that leaves as bad a taste in my mouth as if he had exploded in it straight up. Maybe if you do any more stories with Leslie in the future we might hear that he survived. Or not.
LutherVKane Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Maybe Roger can get his own "morning after" story someday.

While I've left Roger's fate open, he's probably not going to pop. I wouldn't mind terribly if he did, but I don't want to turn Leslie into a murderer. I have some thoughts on a part 3, but there's plenty of time for that.
lopni Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2016  Student Filmographer
on BodyInflation it says: Implied, not Offscreen. So there's hope ^_^ we're free to imagine whether we have exploded or not
TheReplacement Featured By Owner Nov 18, 2016  Hobbyist Artist
Very believable reaction on Leslie's part, and a terrific sequel.
LutherVKane Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2016  Hobbyist Writer

I like letting my characters drive. They tend to take the story to interesting places.
general-of-armies Featured By Owner Nov 18, 2016
Part 3 2024!
SlavicCulturefan3 Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2016  Professional General Artist
What do you mean
general-of-armies Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2016
It's a reference to his site.
LutherVKane Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Actually, that should be 2034. The first part was written almost 18 years ago. So at this rate, Part 3 should come out sometime around then.
Inflate123 Featured By Owner Nov 18, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
What a pleasant surprise! I really didn't expect to see a sequel but I'm very glad you wrote one. You've still got it. :)
LutherVKane Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you. I was rather ambivalent about this one, as I was about the original. This time it was more about how it would be received. I'm much more confident in my execution now than I was back then.
lopni Featured By Owner Nov 18, 2016  Student Filmographer
brilliant! I love your long read stories, enjoyable to the last dot
LutherVKane Featured By Owner Nov 26, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you. I suspect a lot of people skip over most of the text to get to he inflatey bits, so it's good to hear that someone actually enjoys the longer stories.
SlavicCulturefan3 Featured By Owner Nov 17, 2016  Professional General Artist
Part 3 please
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