I'm not quite sure where this came from.  It was late and I was
just banging away on the word processor when it all just came to me.  Very strange stuff.  

TOYS
by Sievert

	It was simple really.  I slipped the powder into Ann's drink when
she wasn't looking.  After all the practice I've had, it wasn't hard. 
Now all I had to do was to get her outside. 
	"Care to continue our jog?"  Looking faintly distracted, probably
the beginning effects of the powder, she nodded.  Stepping out of her
small aprtment, we set off northward through the park. 
	Ann is quite a catch, if I do say so myself.  Standing at almost
five nine, she carries her 112 pounds like a model, which she is.  As if
anyone could mistake those blue eyes and gorgeous hair for anything less. 
A bit lanky for my tastes, but we can't have everything... yet. 
	The powder kicked in once we had reached a suitably secluded spot. 
I was quite impressed with my timing.  A strange gurgling hiss was heard,
and Ann slowed her pace to put both hands on her stomach. 
	There.  Hardly noticeable, but I've had plenty of practice for it. 
A definite swelling of her left blreast, barely visible.  Of course she
made it easy by wearing that spandes leotard and tights.  We had been
running before she had invited me in for a quick glass of orange juice,
don't you know. 
	Putting on my best face of concern I enquired, "Are you alright?" 
	"I... I don't feel so good.  Rather bloated in fact.  I must have
drank too much back at the house.  I should go back."  Sha managed an
apologetic smile.  We had been running together for three weeks now and
this would be the first time we missed the end run through the park. 
	Her chest was noticeably bigger now, the hissing continuing.  She
wasn't sure what was going on, but it couldn't be long before she noticed. 
I saw her glance down, then do a double take with that delightfully cute
suprised look of hers. 
	"I... I'm growing?!?"  Raising her hands, she cupped her breasts. 
	Growing isn't quite the word for it, but close enough.  The
hissing increased in intensity as I watched her chest expand even further. 
By now she had become a D cup; a far cry from her C of earlier. 
	"What's happening to me?" she marveled, staring down in shock. 
	"You're inflating.  You know, like a balloon," I added helpfully. 
Her hands flew to her hips as they too began to puff up, stretching her
spandex outward.  Her formerly svelte body had begun to bring to my mind
the much more robust beauties of the 40's.  Now those were the years! 
	"My God, Mitch.  You've to to help me!  Call a doctor of
something!"  In awe of her swelling body, she stared as her chest buldged
outward, revealing deep cleavage and pulling her leotard tighter and
tighter.  My praticed eye measuered her at high fourties on the top,
still the same thing twenty at the waist, and her now improved hips at an
even forty. 
	"Help you?  Why?  I like the new you."  I always smile at this
point to show my sincerity, but they never take it that way. 
	She turned from me and shouted loudly for aid, but I haven't
gotten this far without planning ahead.  We were in a faiirly secluded
spot and at the rate she was swelling, she soon would be unable to escape. 
	Not to say she didn't try.  With a desperate dash, she took off,
soon slowing to a jog, then a waddle as the inflation continued.  By now
her chest resembled the prow of a rubber raft, trying to squeeze out of
her clothing.  It's fortunate she wasn't wearing a bra.  Some had been
before and had been slightly damaged by the constriction.  And lets not
even talk about corsets.  One poor dear nearly suffocated under her own
bosom before I could cut the strings to her lacings. Her lower body had
kept pace with her chest, legs ballooning outward in fine shape,
resembling her excellent gams (I know, dating myself once again) but being
many sizes larger.  Her buttocks were half moons of perfection, although
the way her leotard was digging up had to be uncomfortable.  Ah the
wodners of spandex.  The dresses of yesteryear had hid this so well. 
	Her arms had started bulking up as well, the gasses generated by
the poder doing their work.  Slowly she took a position as if she were
doing jumping jacks.  I could hear her frantic panting as she tried to
keep running; but, like in a nightmare, she slowed even further as I
walked up behind her. 
	The quality of her spandex was amazing!  Pumped with gas, her
breasts strained to escape while the rest of her stretched every seam. 
Still the shimmering material held on.  She now looke like a rubber doll
from one of those tacky novelty stores that had been severely
overinflated. 
	"Please," she gasped, terrified of all of this and near hysteria. 
"Please stop it.  Make it stop." 
	She struggled to take another step foreward, her leg resisting the
movement.  The pressure must have been immense, but still she tried.  Can
I pick them or what? 
	Instead of moving however, she lost her balance. 
	Falling forward was not great problem.  She hit ground while at
nearly a fourty degree angle, her watermelon sized breasts bouncing her
back upwards in a lazy motion.  A wild shriek left her as the movement
continued, lifting her high off the ground. 
	"Oh stop it.  No one's hurting you," I remarked as she continued to
caterwaul.  Snagging one of her legs as it went by and giving it an
appreciative squeeeze, I pulled her down.  She now was an exaddurated
parody of a woman, huge breasts stretching spandex so thin that it was
nearly trasnpearent over hassive hips and legs.  "See, you're fine." 
	Admittedly, being unable to move must be something of a shocker,
but she recovered well.  "Lemme go!  This is impossible!" 
	"Around here?  yes," I commented as I gave one enormous orb a poke. 
it squeaked against her other breast with the sound two balloons make when
rubbing together.  Truly remarkable spandex.  I'll have to look that
company up next time I go through.  Putting one ear against her drum tight
chest and ignoring her outraged gasp of protest, I listened.  The hissing,
outside of an occasional peep, had ceased. 
	"There now, all finished."  I patted her fondly on the cheek.  
Forgetting to hold on to her of course.  I must be getting old.   She 
floated upwards quickly, fear shooting through her eyes.  I caught her by 
the leg again, pulling her down.
	"Please," she whispered, "What's happening. Who are you..." 
	Ah, and right at the prearranged time.  This was one of the days
to be very amazed with my timing.  The gate opened up directly behind me
as she stared into it, her physical condition forgotton for a moment. 
	"Me, whey, I'm a toy collector for a, um... company in what you
would call a paallel dimension.  This millennia I'm collecting what you
would term children's balloons."  Letting her see a bit of my true face I
smiled again, watching her pale. 
	"But what does that have to do with me?" She managed to gasp out. 
The process cuts off a lot of air to the victim, something to do with
pressure on the lungs I'm told.  Thus her constant panting is accounted
for. 
	"Why, silly, you're the balloon.  Come along now, I know a nice
little, oh, I guess you'd call him a boy, that will absolutely adore you." 
I pushed her into the warp gate, realizing that she had passed out
sometime earlier.  Really now, how rude.  And just when I had gone and
made her a work of art.  No, really!  You humans are quite popular over
here as this sort of thing. 

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	Is this weird or what? 
		Andrew E. Sievert!

