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Another short and simple piece involving a skater gator floating up, up and away.
Wes learns the hard way not to swipe strange sodas when he ends up blimping and floating off at the skate park one night...
Later Skater Gator
By: Indi
Wes was a natural show-off, but there were still times when the gator enjoyed indulging in a nice, quiet skateboarding session late at night. Course with the music blasting in his headphones it was far from quiet. He rocked to the beat as he rode down the path next to his local skate park.
He frowned when he spotted two other skaters already there, both off their boards and having a drink break of some sort. A mouse and a hyena with a red mohawk, no one he really recognized. As Wes neared he realized there was still an unopened can by their bags, which they had their backs to. He picked up his pace just a little, and stealthily snatched the can as he went by.
The strangers were none the wiser.
Wes continued on towards the opposite end of the park, where he finally took a look at his loot. The can was soda, not a beer like he’d hoped. It was also some weird brand he’d never heard of before—Bloat Cola. Oh well, it was hard to be picky about something he’d gotten for free.
The can was cracked open and chugged with haste. It had a frustratingly faint lemon-lime flavor to it, and felt excessively carbonated. It was like drinking bubbles.
Regretting how lame his ill-gotten soda was, Wes crumpled the can and vaguely tossed it towards a garbage can, missing completely.
Rolling into the bowl, Wes’ stomach gurgled loudly, though not enough to penetrate his music. He was surprised to let out a strong buworrrrrrrrrp, and even more so when he started burping frequently after. Wes tried not to let it ruin his fun.
The slim gator had failed to notice his middle had grown rounder—that it was still growing rounder. As Wes exited the bowl his belly swelled suddenly. His shirt tightened around it, a few seams ripping. His gaze was on a rail ahead of him though, and unfortunately not on himself.
Launching onto the rail caused another quick swell, one strong enough to wreck most of Wes’ shirt and leave his round belly exposed. The breeze on his scales was odd, but he shrugged it off as just his shirt riding up a little and kept his attention on balancing the rail.
It was a testament to his skill that Wes still aced the landing while slightly puffed up after leaving the rail, but he didn’t have a chance to celebrate. The moment he landed the soda in his stomach was wildly shaken up, and his belly blimped outward like an airbag going off.
“Whoa whoa—urrrrrp—whoa!!”
The confused gator was flailing his arms in a frantic effort to avoid flying off his board. He didn’t have a clue why he was suddenly round and bloated, why his limbs were rapidly puffing up. He couldn’t help but imagine how ridiculous he must’ve looked, a gator balloon wobbling atop a skateboard.
Wes had managed to roll back towards where the other skaters had been, but to his dismay they were nowhere in sight. He looked all around, shouting for help. Then his eyes caught a glimpse of two sets of shredded clothing sitting in a pile near empty soda cans. Seconds later a helmet fell to the ground nearby, bouncing off into the bowl.
It was the helmet the mouse had been wearing.
The expanding gator could only whimper in response. Wes felt his body swell into a sphere, pressing against the whole surface of the board before gently lifting off. His flailing intensified. Rising into the air, Wes whined and belched up a storm. He’d inflated into a taut ball, claws barely poking out and head sunken in.
As Wes got farther from his phone the music died in his headphones, though they still muffled most of his burps and creaks. He was fairly certain he’d stopped expanding, not that floating off into oblivion was much better than popping.
“Help! Somebody, help! Get me—braaaap—down from here! Please—buh-urrrrrrrrp!”
The gator’s cries fell on deaf ears. Skating in the dead of night ensured there was no one around to hear. And even if someone happened to be passing by below, they were unlikely to spot Wes floating upward in the darkness.
Wes kept up the shouts until his voice was hoarse, eventually reduced to whimpering. As he flew off into the unknown he thought he caught a glimpse of two smaller spheres up above. Perhaps he shouldn’t have stolen the soda...
Wes learns the hard way not to swipe strange sodas when he ends up blimping and floating off at the skate park one night...
Later Skater Gator
By: Indi
Wes was a natural show-off, but there were still times when the gator enjoyed indulging in a nice, quiet skateboarding session late at night. Course with the music blasting in his headphones it was far from quiet. He rocked to the beat as he rode down the path next to his local skate park.
He frowned when he spotted two other skaters already there, both off their boards and having a drink break of some sort. A mouse and a hyena with a red mohawk, no one he really recognized. As Wes neared he realized there was still an unopened can by their bags, which they had their backs to. He picked up his pace just a little, and stealthily snatched the can as he went by.
The strangers were none the wiser.
Wes continued on towards the opposite end of the park, where he finally took a look at his loot. The can was soda, not a beer like he’d hoped. It was also some weird brand he’d never heard of before—Bloat Cola. Oh well, it was hard to be picky about something he’d gotten for free.
The can was cracked open and chugged with haste. It had a frustratingly faint lemon-lime flavor to it, and felt excessively carbonated. It was like drinking bubbles.
Regretting how lame his ill-gotten soda was, Wes crumpled the can and vaguely tossed it towards a garbage can, missing completely.
Rolling into the bowl, Wes’ stomach gurgled loudly, though not enough to penetrate his music. He was surprised to let out a strong buworrrrrrrrrp, and even more so when he started burping frequently after. Wes tried not to let it ruin his fun.
The slim gator had failed to notice his middle had grown rounder—that it was still growing rounder. As Wes exited the bowl his belly swelled suddenly. His shirt tightened around it, a few seams ripping. His gaze was on a rail ahead of him though, and unfortunately not on himself.
Launching onto the rail caused another quick swell, one strong enough to wreck most of Wes’ shirt and leave his round belly exposed. The breeze on his scales was odd, but he shrugged it off as just his shirt riding up a little and kept his attention on balancing the rail.
It was a testament to his skill that Wes still aced the landing while slightly puffed up after leaving the rail, but he didn’t have a chance to celebrate. The moment he landed the soda in his stomach was wildly shaken up, and his belly blimped outward like an airbag going off.
“Whoa whoa—urrrrrp—whoa!!”
The confused gator was flailing his arms in a frantic effort to avoid flying off his board. He didn’t have a clue why he was suddenly round and bloated, why his limbs were rapidly puffing up. He couldn’t help but imagine how ridiculous he must’ve looked, a gator balloon wobbling atop a skateboard.
Wes had managed to roll back towards where the other skaters had been, but to his dismay they were nowhere in sight. He looked all around, shouting for help. Then his eyes caught a glimpse of two sets of shredded clothing sitting in a pile near empty soda cans. Seconds later a helmet fell to the ground nearby, bouncing off into the bowl.
It was the helmet the mouse had been wearing.
The expanding gator could only whimper in response. Wes felt his body swell into a sphere, pressing against the whole surface of the board before gently lifting off. His flailing intensified. Rising into the air, Wes whined and belched up a storm. He’d inflated into a taut ball, claws barely poking out and head sunken in.
As Wes got farther from his phone the music died in his headphones, though they still muffled most of his burps and creaks. He was fairly certain he’d stopped expanding, not that floating off into oblivion was much better than popping.
“Help! Somebody, help! Get me—braaaap—down from here! Please—buh-urrrrrrrrp!”
The gator’s cries fell on deaf ears. Skating in the dead of night ensured there was no one around to hear. And even if someone happened to be passing by below, they were unlikely to spot Wes floating upward in the darkness.
Wes kept up the shouts until his voice was hoarse, eventually reduced to whimpering. As he flew off into the unknown he thought he caught a glimpse of two smaller spheres up above. Perhaps he shouldn’t have stolen the soda...
Category Story / Inflation
Species Alligator / Crocodile
Size 100 x 100px
File Size 66.6 kB
Knowing this writer's previous works they probably tricked each other into unknowingly drinking the nefarious concoction. Indi's characters are often jerks towards almost everybody they meet; I guess that's the only way he can see them engaging in these activities without being openly lewd about it.
I think that most of the unwilling victims in these stories get in their predicaments because their sense of self-preservation is seriously lacking, or just lack common sense. In a setting where inflation, weight gain and even vore is not only common place but largely tolerated, you'd expect a lot of people would be a lot more cautious in their everyday lives, and maybe even more understanding toward those that are.
But hey, maybe I'm just not seeing the whole picture. Maybe the logic of Indi's worlds really are fishy, or maybe we just don't see them from the perspective of those who are cautious not to end up like some of these chaps. I just can't be sure...
But hey, maybe I'm just not seeing the whole picture. Maybe the logic of Indi's worlds really are fishy, or maybe we just don't see them from the perspective of those who are cautious not to end up like some of these chaps. I just can't be sure...
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