Up up and away!

Suddenly, you feel bloated; gassy even. Sure enough, you begin to blow up like a balloon.

"NOOOO!" Fred cries as he bloats as well.

"SHUT UP FRED!" you exclaim. "Ever since we became werewolves, we've been bloated, inflated, gorged, swollen, stuffed, expanded, and fattened!" you drone. "This is possibly the least dangerous bloating we've had yet, so shut up and enjoy it!" Fred shut up after that one.

Anyway, about 2 hours pass, and you 2 are the newest attraction to the park, the fat-gas-bloat-balloon ride; tethered to a rope attached 50 feet below. You gaze at your flabby muzzle, and see some sort of device. you take a deep breath, and inflate a good 2 feet. you breathe out, but nothing happens! air can get in, but it can't get out.

You gaze at Fred. He is at least the size of a house, and you're no better. Taking a proverbial step back, you are actually enjoying this. You suddenly get an idea! You grab Fred, and begin to suck the air out of him.

"I'M NOT THAT KIND OF GUY!" he breaks free and exclaims.

"You wanna get out of this or not?" you force through the mouthpeice.

"Well..."

"Than shut up!" you resume your 'cpr' on fred, and he gradualy deflates back to his stuffed form.

"This does not leave the park..." Fred mutters.

Well, now your twice the size you were before, a bloat mass of flesh the size of the park. Fred's free, but what about you?

Written by Bloatwolf

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