Just a little something for  shindenwolf. ^.==.^ Puff stuff, in a grand way! I figured he could use a little quality blimp time... :D


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Shin's Big Break



Overtime at the airfield. Not the greatest situation to find yourself in, but sometimes it just couldn't be avoided. Long days and little time off would leave anyone tired, and for our fluffy hero there was no exception. Occasionally there was enough of a break in the week that he could go flying for a bit, or even see what some of his local companions were up to. But today, it was all work. Late one afternoon the saber-toothed wolf practically collapsed into the break room, and busied himself rummaging around for something to drink. Panting somewhat, glowing eyes struggling to focus on fine print, Shinden did his best to avoid any obvious traps.

Who would trap the break room, you might ask? Well, it wouldn't normally be the most common of workplace hazards, but our fuzzy protagonist didn't exactly live the most normal of lives. Many close friends and even his living companions had rather expansive personalities, and often played pranks on one-another that usually involved everyone else getting enormous. When a certain inflatable fox emperor wasn't zipping around in his enormous space ship, he was often ballooning his friends. And his often floating raccoon comrade was quite often partaking in similar shenanigans, so it was best to be careful. One never knew when they might be reaching for a soda, and instead pick up something that would have them floating overhead in a more spherical state than they had otherwise planned.

So, the bleary eyed wolf hunted through the fridge until he found some beverages he knew were safe, as he'd bought them fresh from the store the previous evening. Surely nobody would have had a chance to tamper with anything that quickly, right? Cracking open a can of soda, he flopped into a comfortable chair and savoured a few moments peace and quiet, while guzzling down the well chilled brew. What he'd failed to account for however was a certain plus-sized dragon, who was the master of all things sneaky and enormous. Feeling a curious bubbling in his stomach, Shinden suddenly belched much louder than was normal, and was surprised to see quite a lot of suds jetting out of his muzzle. With a cold feeling of dread briefly crawling down his spine, he turned the now empty can of soda around until he saw the front. Somebody had slapped an oh-so-familiar Fyreworks sticker over the can, the smiling dragon upon it betraying what was about to happen.

“Oh no...”

The bubbling sensation intensified, and became quite audible, followed by a feeling of pressure and tightness. Shin could only hang on tight as his belly ballooned out several sizes larger in one go, the rest of him struggling to catch up. Belching giant wobbly soap suds all over the room, he struggled with futility to press his rapidly swelling body back into place. If that wasn't bad enough, he started to notice certain changes to his frame beyond the rapid expansion. His normally fuzzy front seemed to be developing fluff covered plates, and his snout seemed to be getting thicker and more draconic. He felt his tail stretching and growing longer, filling out under all his fur. His hat fell off when several large horns sprang into being, and his clothes practically exploded off his ballooning body when a big pair of wings grew in. As his ears shifted into fins, and various thick horns started sprouting down his spine, he knew his dragon form was coming out to play.

This was far from the first time he'd been shifted into his dragony self, but it had never come in quite so suddenly before. He had scant time to contemplate the situation, as his head bumped into the ceiling, and his belly surged out large enough to collapse one wall. With a few more seconds of expansion, a house sized bubbling dragon-wolf exploded up through the ruins of the break room building, and just kept on swelling. Suds were flying everywhere with gassy buildup, and it was all he could do to clamp his thick snout shut with stubby and bloated hands.

Surging up and over the airfield, he tried to take a giant sized step away from anything fragile, but it was all to no avail. Blown up to immobility, all he could do was rock back and forth on his enormous gut, footpaws flailing uselessly as they too ballooned to comical proportions. Grumbling to himself, and emitting house sized suds with barely restrained belches, he just kept on surging up bigger with each passing moment. He felt more than heard various hangars and other buildings getting smooshed below him, his enormous torso spreading out over the land like a squeaky living wall. A very bubble filled wall at that!

Glancing around, he was surprised to see dozens of not hundreds of people floating around in some of the bubbles, quite trapped for now but otherwise safe. He spotted a familiar raccoon as well, who had apparently been unable to resist the urge to jump into a giant wobbly sphere, and go for a float. It was certainly a chaotic time at what was left of the airfield. Another surge left the bubbling dragon-wolf swelling up twice as large as he'd been before, followed by another, and yet another. He passed the diameter of most towns within minutes, and shortly after was creaking on past the size of even the largest cities.

It only took a few more minutes for the giant vaguely dragon-shaped sphere of bubbles and fluff to look like a small moon rising off the planets surface, surging up to match the planet for scale in short order. As luck would have it, a familiar ship was attempting to fly by right about then, and it rebounded off his nose as he ballooned into it. His face alone was bigger than the huge ship, and he watched as it eventually corrected its course, and settled into orbit around his gargantuan mass.

An orbit that clearly had to keep getting wider, as he did much the same. Ballooning well past planetary proportions, he started to look and feel much like a gas giant, wondering just how big he was going to get. As the huge space ship made a close pass by his eyes, he could have sworn he saw a rubber fox pressed against a giant observation window. He was squished in by a giant mass of inflatable alligator by the looks of it, and every window seemed to be full of more of them, in various states of oversized bliss. Evidently crashing into him had messed up one experiment or another, now the squeaky fox had giant balloon gators filling up every inch of the ship.

Oh well, the fox was clever about such things. He'd likely figure it out. Maybe.

In the meantime, Shinden was still swelling out of control, finding himself getting so big that the sun started to look tiny in comparison. All he could do was flail around his swollen arms, and occasionally kick his ballooned feet. The odd attempt to swish his enormous tail didn't help much, as he continued to emit suds and surge up to solar system rivalling sizes. He had to admit that all this swelling certainly felt good, in between brief feelings of panic as he expanded out into interstellar space. The mixed feelings of sublime relaxed pleasure continued to mix with surprise and occasional concern as his enormous hide started to take up several light years, creaking and groaning his way between the stars to take up more and more room.

If anything, the immense surges of growth seemed to be getting more intense out in the void, and he briefly lost all sense of scale. With nothing to compare himself too, all he could do is relax and enjoy the ride. Besides, all he could really see was the end of his own bloated snout, a gargantuan ring that used to be his neck, and an endless sea of his own belly. If he tried really hard, he could just barely reach his hands to rub and scratch at his own distended cheeks, or squeak at his seemingly endless frame. He did notice that he must be tumbling slightly in the void, as the stars around him seemed to be steadily shifting from side to side. No matter, he was still clearly ballooning up bigger and bigger with each passing moment. And really, this was much better than pulling yet another long and boring shift at the airfield. For now, he was content to lean back against himself, and let it all happen. It really did feel delightful, after all.

Belching out an unknowably large bubble, he blinked and looked down to one point on his fluffy tum, as a bright light started to appear in the star field. Feeling himself blanch slightly, he watched with amazement as the milky way started to tilt into view. The whole disk of the galaxy became visible before long, indicating he'd risen right up out of one spiral arm until he was looming over the whole thing. Other galaxies started to become visible as well, all lit up there in the endless night sky as he spun enough to see them past his own utterly gargantuan frame. Another massive surge of expansion seemed to make the local galaxy dwindle against his frame, as he just kept on growing.

He wasn't exactly sure when he was going to stop, or what he was going to do with himself when he did. Perhaps that sneaky dragon would come to check up on him, or one of his many companions would figure out a way to get him back down to normal. Still, there was no rush. Closing his eyes, he settled down to enjoy the warm feeling of being so huge and bubbled up, plus the thrill of continued growth surges. Everyone could just take their time. He'd earned himself a big break.

A very, very big break.






-Tombfyre 2018
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