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The old machine and appliance shop had been vacated a few
months ago, a more modern replacement having been built about
a block up the road and when Castle Dedede's maintenance
department gave up their claim to the building, the science
department swooped in and planted their flag. Having the
castle's experiment labs was nice, but they were just too
small. This allowed the department to work on some
larger-scale experiments. Fortunately, the robotics expert
Waddle Dees had finished up their work in the shop on Friday
afternoon, leaving the floor cleared and the weekend open for
more unofficial activities.

A car trunk creaked open outside, and two dimly lit
silhouettes grunted as they lifted large objects out and
placed them on handtrucks. One by one, the pair wheeled the
objects into the dark building. Finally, the last object was
pulled from the vehicle and the trunk groaned closed. The
handtruck and its handlers entered the building, and the door
locked as they closed it behind them. Fluorescent lights far
above buzzed to life as a light switch was thrown. Rusted
steel rafters and a dirty metal ceiling spanned above the
unfurnished concrete floor. Blobs of the occasional oil stain
littered the floor.

"What do you think?" Celine asked.

"You couldn't find anything bigger?" Tiff said
doubtfully, wiping perspiration from her brow.

"Not without making a reservation with the
department. And that wouldn't be a great idea, now would it?"

"No, I suppose not. I'm just concerned about this
thing not being secure, and the size..."

"Look out there,"Celine gestured at a window.
Hallway lights provided the only illumination of the castle's
halls and sidewalks. Not a soul presented itself. "It's
Friday night. Nobody is even going to come here. And the size
is just fine."

"Whatever," Tiff responded. "Let's just get
you hooked up to these tanks now. I was hoping to go to some
clubs tonight."

With practiced precision, the duo began attaching hoses to
the valves of the tanks. All of these hoses terminated at one
valve which would control the flow of everything upstream.
Snaking out of that valve was a long hose that terminated in
a mask for someone's face. With all the equipment connected,
Celine took hold of the mask and walked out to a point
roughly in the middle of the room.

"Are you SURE this is place is big enough?" Tiff
asked. The last room they tried - over half as big as this -
was barely good enough, and that was with only five tanks.

"Yes, just turn it on already." Celine replied
impatiently while turning away from Tiff, strapping the mask
around her face.

Tiff shrugged and incrementally opened the ten valves all
the way. A small, staccato hiss was heard as a hint of the
gas escaped from each valve. Once finished with that, Tiff
opened the master valve about halfway. Now, instead of the
staccato bursts like before, a long, consistent hiss now
pervaded the room, like an orchestra conductor drawing out a
fermata at the finé of a concerto. Except this final
fermata would last for several minutes, whereas by comparison
your typical wind instrumentalist would be passed out on the
floor after 30 seconds.

Celine felt the gas rush into the mask through the tube,
and drew in gentle breaths as she consumed it. Her chest and
stomach rose as each breath was drawn in, then fell as it was
expelled. Rise... fall... rise... fall...

Rise... fall... rise... fall... rise... rise... rise...
You get the picture

Celine giggled to herself as her breasts began to fill up
inside of her green t-shirt, pulling it even tighter than it
already had been. As the cotton fibers stretched wider, the
lacy designs decorating her brassiere began to show through
the fabric. The lining on her shirt began to distort as it
was pulled even wider. The bottom of the shirt rode up as her
stomach also expanded and her khakis tightened as her butt
grew.

Tiff walked over to the window and glanced out at the
empty courtyard. If any of the guards decided to pay a
surprise Friday evening visit, there would be hell to pay.
Not only hell, but a good chunk of their paychecks as well.

The button on the khakis broke, relieving some - but not
all - of their duress. Celine's stomach pushed the zipper
down as it continued growing, no longer restricted to such a
ridiculously small size. The situation was still pretty tight
up top as well, the bra not particularly agreeing with the
ballooning nature of its residents. The entirety of the shirt
was now pulled tightly around Celine's chest. The lines were
three feet wide, the sweeping looped curves dancing about her
chest.

A cell phone rattled around on a tabletop. Tiff turned
away from the window and walked over to pick up her phone.
The LCD screen was lit up with a new text message... from
Kirby! Oh, he was so dreamy! Tiff's pulse quickened as she
fumbled around with the phone to read the message. He WAS
interested in going out to dinner sometime!

The pants began to be pushed down by their engorged
contents, with robust buttockal cleavage rising out the top
like a loaf of bread in an oven. A dainty teal thong circled
Celine's waist, a tiny triangle of fabric perched above her
crack before a single string plunged below. Her belly button,
as wide as a golf ball, gently inverted. Arms and legs slowly
began to puff up, pulling her pants and sleeves tighter
still.

Celine closed her eyes in anticipation, knowing that her
favorite part was coming soon.

Tiff labored to reply to Kirby's message. Hopefully he was
willing to go out tonight. She shouldn't be tied up for too
much longer, and then she could go out and stare at his
adorable pink and round body all evening long. And the way
his eyes always sparkle! Oh, rapture!

Bra clasps snapped behind Celine as her inflating breasts
finally outpaced its capacity. No longer quite so restricted,
her breasts swelled again, pulling the shirt up further and
revealing the bottoms of her enormous mammaries. Her butt had
worked its way free of the pants, the diminutive lingerie
disappearing between the large globes adorning her backside.
And now, as her legs swelled, the pants slowly continued
their downward trip, steadily revealing more and more of
Celine's extremely fattened legs. In front, Celine's generous
gut met the curves of her plumping thighs at her midsection,
the thong marking their intersection point.

And then for some reason, Celine's feet left the ground.

Tiff had finished off the text message and held the phone
to her chest, hoping against hope that she would have a date
tonight. Then she glanced up and noticed her friend and
colleague floating in the air. With a nonchalant attitude,
she put the phone up and returned to the row of tanks. With a
few flicks of her wrist, she fully opened the master valve -
just like she had done several times before - and returned to
staring at her phone, waiting for the pot to boil over with
another text from Kirby.

Now a couple feet in the air and still rising, Celine
cooed with delight as she was now being fed twice as much
gas. Correspondingly, she began to blow up faster. Her legs
began to spread apart as they continued their growth, pushing
her pants down past her knees. The shirt finally ripped down
the middle and around the sides, the lines severing  in half
and allowing her prodigious breasts to burst into the open
air. Determined nipples stood up on the surface of her skin.
The tattered shirt and useless bra fluttered down toward the
floor and landed unceremoniously in a pile. Jenny laughed
happily, always overcome by that same lusty feeling when her
boobs explode through her shirt.

Something out of the corner of Tiff's eye caught her
attention. Were they headlights? Shit, they were! Tiff
immediately began fumbling with the blinds trying to close
them, and visually inspected the door from afar to make sure
it was locked. As she turned back to the window, she peered
around the drawn blinds and found the headlights replaced by
a red glow. Brake lights. The car had passed by uneventfully.
False alarm. Tiff sighed and regained her composure,
reopening the blinds. She refocused her attention on the cell
phone, willing Kirby to respond. And quick! All this waiting
was sooo not cool.

Several feet above, any hints of Celine's normally lean
figure were rapidly disappearing. Her waistline was already
several feet around, complemented by large round breasts on
top and a large round butt in back. Her arms stiffened as
they swelled up more, her back beginning to flare out behind
her. Her legs grew shorter as her groin inflated further,
finally catching up to her pants and pushing them down around
her ankles before they slipped off her feet completely. The
thong finally gave up and broke, dangling for a minute
pinched in her rump before also falling to the floor.

Tiff's's cell phone lit up again with another text and she
jumped exuberantly. She fumbled with the buttons and... Kirby
could go out tonight!!! Tiff just bounced up and down
uncontrollably, happily clapping her hands. Now what was she
in the mood for? Kawasaki's Japanese food? Sonic's Chili
Dogs? Luigi's Italian food? Definitely Luigi's. She promptly
started tapping out a query for his interest in eating at
Luigi's.

Feet and hands now began to plump up as Celine had entered
the final stages of her transfiguration. Flip-flops slipped
from between turgid toes and pink painted toenails, once and
for all leaving Celine clad in nothing but her own pneumatic
nudity. It was highly unlikely she retained any useful
mobility by this point, but it didn't matter. She enjoyed the
experience far too much to distract herself by trying to
move. Her eyes remain closed, her emotions fixed on the
intoxicating sensations of stretching outward inch by inch,
foot by foot, as she yearned to blow up even bigger.

The cell phone beeped as Tiff triumphantly sent the text
message to Kirby. Oh, she was getting excited now! Tiff
looked up at the orb-like underside of Celine's form.
Wouldn't be much longer now. Barring an unexpected visit from
college faculty, she could leave in just a few minutes and
get a generous helping of her ball-like date. And as she
gazed out the window at the dark courtyard, she knew that with
each passing minute that unexpected visit became more and
more unexpected.

Celine pivoted upside down and twisted in the air as the
hose ran out of slack. Even her hands and feet had now
flattened against her contours at this point, the tiny arcs
of her fingerprints decorating her sides as she steadily
swelled larger. She had never gotten this big before. Only
her massive bosom and portly posterior remained as outward
examples of her sexuality. Her nipples were still stubbornly
erect, standing at attention in the centers of pink areolas
that stretched outward for several feet.

Kirby said yes!!! Delight of delights! He had suggested
meeting in 45 minutes. Tiff began assembling a mental list of
things to do before the date. Not enough time to shower, but
that was ok. How would she do her hair? It would be pushing
it to break out the curling iron. Ponytail was too informal.
Straight would be fine. What would she wear? Luigi's was a
classy place. Blouse and skirt? Nah, not good enough. Oh!
Celine had a great little low-cut black dress that fit Tiff
like a glove. She would wear that. Besides, it wasn't like
Celine would be squeezing into a size 4 anytime soon.

Celine's size began to eclipse the light coming down from
the ceiling. Her crotch bumped against a rafter as she
reached her upper boundary. Still she fixated on the undying
pleasure she was experiencing, listening to the hiss of the
gas resonate within her immense body. As she stretched for
each extra inch she yearned to grow a hundred more.

Another few moments passed as the blimping young damsel
steadily took up more and more space in the vacant workshop.
Tiff was just checking herself out in her compact, deciding
how much blue eyeshadow to apply. She knew Kirby wouldn't be
able to resist her with the blue eyeshadow. Most guys
couldn't. Except for Rick. He didn't like it too much. And
Tokori. No, Tokori wasn't a fan either. And Miles Tails
Prower. And Sonic. And Kine. And... oh, never mind. Maybe
just a little blue eyeshadow.

Finally, the hissing chorus ceased as the tanks' supply of
gas became exhausted.

The ceiling was about twenty feet high, and with Celine
upside down, she almost met the seated April eye to eye.

Celine opened her eyes at the premature stoppage of the
gas. She began saying something to Tiff, but it was muffled
by the mask. Tiff reached up and removed the mask from
Celine's head.

"Turn the gas back on!" she squeaked softly. The
gas had distorted her voice even more than previous times.

"Sorry, but it's all gone," Tiff shrugged.

"GONE??" she squealed wildly, her brow furrowed.
She shook her head, her brown hair and highlights frisking
about. "But I wanna be bigger!"

"Well, you know how strict helium rations have been
these days."

"Yeah..." A disappointed look crossed Celine's
face.

"What are you going to say when Escargoon asks you
what happened to the science department's entire shipment of
helium for this month?"

"I'll think of something."

"Well, I've got a date," Tiff announced. "I'll
come check on you tomorrow morning." She stood into a
crouch, took hold of Celine's taut skin, and rolled her
backward onto her back. Gigantic breasts and firm nipples
swept by overhead until Celine's form came to an acceptable
resting position, propped up against the ceiling by her
globular butt. The enormous domed boobs pointed downward at
the floor. Tiff reached a hand up and stroked the strained
skin. "You've really outdone yourself this time, Celine.
Have fun up there."

A barely audible, high pitched "Bye" emanated
from above. Tiff crawled out from beneath the gigantic mass,
flipped off the lights, went through the door and locked it
behind her.

If only they could've ordered one more tank, Celine
thought. Or two more, or ten more. Anything to get her at
least a little bigger. If she could innocently explain away
this incident - as she had each time before - then maybe
they'd be allocated more tanks next month, and then she'd
REALLY have a blast.

"They'll catch on at some point," she reminded
herself mentally. "And then I'll really be in hot
water."

Still, Celine just smiled and sighed. "This is big
enough for now."