WanWan

6 - Dinner #AirborneAugust

Dinner date ends in disaster- Floating and bursting out of her dress!

Day 3 - Tight She frowned at herself in the mirror. She had spent so much money and time waiting for this dress to be ready, and now it practically looked like it was made for a child. Her stomach groaned loudly, a pang of pressure flooding her, and she closed her eyes, taking deep breaths to suppress it. She was not going to let some indigestion ruin her day. She was an important woman with appointments to keep. Speaking of which. She was wasting time sulking here, waiting for the dress to magically fit better. She turned and stepped through the dressing room curtain. The seamstress, usually wearing a bright smile, faltered as her client emerged. Never had one of her garments turned out so disastrously poorly. The fabric clearly outlined the woman’s pudgy gut and bloated hips, her round posterior, her chest looked suffocated. Fabric bunched up and creased around every curve. “Are you sure this was made to my measurements?” She asked with a skeptical glare, twirling around to show off precisely how ill-fitted it really was. The seamstress didn’t answer immediately - she was earnestly doubting if it was. She had personally taken the woman’s measurements just two weeks ago! Surely she hadn’t put on so much weight in such a short amount of time? To even suggest such a thing would’ve been horribly insulting! She must have gotten the measurements mixed up with another client’s. That had to be it. “I-I’m terribly sorry! I don’t know how this could have happened! I’ll bump you to the top of my queue, madame, I’ll have this fixed by tomorrow, promise, I’ve never made such a—” shrrip. The bust of the dress had just torn, allowing the woman’s copious cleavage a little more breathing room. Her glare become an embarrassed look to the side, and the seamstress also averted her eyes, not wanting to ogle the poor woman. She felt awful, that her poor craftsmanship could cause one of her wealthiest clients such humiliation. She wondered if she ought to start updating her resume

The client scoffed. “I think I’m going to need help to get back out of this thing.” Her arms reached behind her, but pawed uselessly at a skintight zipper. “Oh! O-of course!” The seamstress cringed. Of all the women to have to undress, why’d it have to be the richest, hottest one of her customers? The client turned around slowly, her legs struggling to bend properly. Faint sounds of threads popping. As the seamstress got closer, she could hear something else too. A sound like rushing water in a creek, or bubbles churning… Her eyes went wide as she realized where - who - those sounds were coming from. “U-uh… ma’am…?” Her client scoffed again. “Honestly! I’m shocked you’d screw it up this hic bad, you’ve usually been so—bhurhp! Ough! Goodness!” More threads popped as she moved her hand to rest on her chest. This close to the woman it was clear, she has certainly not the same size she had been when her measurements had been taken. The seamstress placed a hand cautiously on the zipper at the small of her back. She could feel a vibration. The bubbles. “Y-you…” She struggled to come up with the words. “Me? What about me? You’d better not be suggesting this is my fault! I’ll have your job, young woman! This has messed up my entire day’s schedule, I don’t have time for thi—URHP!” The seamstress felt her hand moving down the woman’s back - funny, since she wasn’t moving her hand. Nonetheless, it brushed past her swollen ass and trailed down her thighs. “Hey?! What are you doing back there? Get your hands— oooff? Unh…” Her train of thought derailed as her legs kicked openly in the air and the shop around her seemed to descend. “M-ma’am!” The seamstress’ brain switched back on as she saw her client’s bloated legs and feet, clad in totally ruined torn pantyhose, wiggling as they rose to eye level. Thinking fast, knowing only one course of action could stop her customer’s impossible flight, she wrapped her arms tightly around the woman’s thigh, RIP alt text readers

#AirborneAugust Day 3 "Tight" I hear tight I think clothes

and here's the link to this #AirborneAugust short in PDF and text form on Furaffinity

www.furaffinity.net/view/61803707/

It was her treat to herself once a week to sit in the park and read a book. She'd put her phone on silent, and let her only distraction from her novel be the world around her. Sometimes she could get more absorbed in just watching nature run its course. Today wasn't particularly crowded, thankfully. It was mostly quiet, which was how she heard the distant murmurs that got her to glance up from the page. On the other side of a field, a man was exchanging some bills for a bottle of cola. She could recognize from the yellow label exactly what brand it was, Girls Only™. The girl running the stand had a look like she didn't want to sell it to him, but presumably the transaction became audible when he raised his voice. At that point she could not be bothered to argue. Couldn't blame her. Men like that weren't worth the time, not the patience. The crack of the can’s top was clearly heard, and the intense gulping that followed could be inferred from the way he tilted his head back to hold the can nearly upside down. He crushed the empty cola in his hand and tossed it at the trash can by the stand. He missed. He kept walking. She frowned. What a dick. Made the poor soda girl bend over to pick up his garbage. Well, he'd get his pretty soon, if what she remembered about Girls Only held true. One would hope the commercials didn't lie, or that the formula hasn't changed since she was in high school. HIC! She smiled faintly and shook her head. What a dolt, really. To not only buy the soda who's name clearly says not to, but to then shotgun it? Out of spite, or something? Men were weird. At least there was about to be one less weird man to deal with. HIC HIC HIC URP off the man went, trying to continue walking confidently but staggering now, clutching his middle, his hiccups growing louder. Couples and families avoided him, giving a wide berth. He seemed confused and embarrassed, his indignant anger from before melting into his final regrets.

She looked back to the soda girl, who wasn't paying attention, just scrolling her phone. She couldn't blame her. It wasn't exactly an uncommon sight. It was good to know that the soda brand she'd loved as a kid was still up to the same quality standards. BHURRRRRP?! The irritating man was beginning to round out, finally. Thick glorps echoed across the park as he stumbled about. He walked in slow motion, puffy legs bending slowly, leaving the ground, hovering for a second too long as he drifted forward, repeat. His hands slowly left his gut and raised to his sides, clearly unwillingly. HIC! HIC! BARK! BARK! Her eyes were drawn to a new character, a dog with no leash was running after the man. Something about his expansion had upset the beast, and he seemed to recognize how bad it could be for him if the canine got its teeth around his swelling flesh. Everyone knew what happened when you pricked a balloon with something sharp. The man let out a distressed groan and tried to speed his walk - conical legs gurgling and kicking aimlessly in the air, arms wheeling desperately, he bounded forward like a beach ball buffetted by the wind. Just as the small canine was on his heels, the man went for a hail-mary, leaping upwards with both legs. The dog’s teeth chomped at nothing as the man ascended, letting out a laugh of relief between incessant hiccups. The man ascended up into a tree overhead. His head bumped into a branch, and he groaned as he bent his stiff arms to grab onto it, not wanting to go back down to the creature yapping and jumping at him from below. He quickly found he didn’t have to worry about going back down. She could just about make out that each hiccup made the man swell a little rounder. And with each little pulse of growth, his gentle clockwise rotation through the air, the tree branch as his axis, got a little faster. He groaned, whimpered, burped, hiccuped, kicked his fat legs in the sky, but nothing was going to stop him now. RIP alt text readers

alright finished up #AirborneAugust Day 2 "Hiccups". I feel like the prose I used here is just a little too similar to Day 1 but idk what to do about it and idk if anybody will care that much. watch another dumb boy float away.

There goes the zipper…

Maxine descovering the advantages of being a queen,,,
(Comm made for @dragonmamamax.bsky.social )

Xavi's Fizzy Lifting Mistake by pendell Inspired by the Wonka AU developed by awesomnater with the sheep Abigail Fords as the eponymous chocolatier, and her delightful wolperti ...

www.furaffinity.net/view/46616944/

Fizzy lifting mistake,,,
Art inspired by @xaviette.bsky.social fic on FA featuring @mirrorg.bsky.social
Story`s link down in the comments.

Nadi being tortured by a devilish balloon witch.

Comm made for @balloonliker.bsky.social featuring @bigsoftdawg.bsky.social

WIP with @dragonmamamax.bsky.social character Mason having some blast with Ingrid.

The insane phenomenon of wanting to see this guy be put in embarassing situations is more than likely going to continue

#inflation #inflationart

I'm so sorry to say but embarassed jax in a maid dress has left an impression on me, and I had to rush out a drawing (sorry for the ass background lmao)

I think the evil team should had got to vote as well, it's only fair

#inflationart #inflation

Wolvez in big troubles.

that moment when you and your balloon boyfriend break the cloud layer...

Picture is set in an autumn evening, with the trees full of yellow/orange leaves and the setting sun. At the center, Toriel Dreemurr and Carol Holiday are depicted bloated and swollen, having trouble moving as they helplessly float upwards into the sky. Balloons can be seen rising from the bottom of the picture towards the same destination as the ballooned up women. The surprised hands of Asgore peek out from under the border as he just narrowly missed grabbing the helpless monsters.

The two weeks spoiler warranty is UP!

Fully placing the blame on @steb.bsky.social for assaulting my mind with absolute peak.

"Better be careful with the locally sourced brew of juice, you never know which one is chock full of aggressively buoyant bubbles"

#inflationart #DeltaruneSpoilers

4 panel comic featuring an anthropomorphic cow character blowing up like a balloon and starting to float

I've been doing these little one-page comics for practice and to hopefully expand my repertoire. (among other things)
Enjoy :)

cw: inflation

*groaaaaannssss*

A potion for infinite mana sounds promising, but that's assuming your body can contain all of it, lest it end in explosive disaster...

perfect match

In trying to contain Aria for scientific study, Fei may have bitten off more than she can chew...

Some doodles of Fei fetching up against characters of a more magical and fantastical persuasion. I'd say she's evenly matched... kind of.

A drawing I completed a while back for a friend! Big dragon lady, ready for the air.

Syballoon for @jalpunny.bsky.social

Minty and His Big Troublesome Finger

"when did you know" it was this shit right here

#AscendingApril Day: 7

I think that getting silly with inflation porn is the way to go, as this chomp girl @wanwan2008.bsky.social is showing for us.

This one is an older art that I didn't upload, hence why it's colored

Do you people realize how humiliating it is for me that my failed “3-course meal” chewing gum experiment got turned into a sexual fetish? Why couldn’t you have gotten horny for everlasting gobstoppers or my cool ass flying elevator? Why do you hyper-fixate on my failures? Fuck you.

WIP with @dragonmamamax.bsky.social character Mason having some blast with Ingrid.

The Swell Spell [Art Trade] 🎈
My half of a trade with Unfunny_Jeyai on FA, of their cat character casting a magical spell and rapidly blowing up like a balloon!

Check out their half!~
furaffinity.net/view/60332555/

eles voando no milho