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A Day in the City

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     Zee smiled to himself, his fangs just barely visible to those who watched. He was in one of his favorite restaurants, and he was sitting in his usual seat. He had a decent view of everyone inside the dining area, which is the main reason he was at that restaurant. Oh sure, the food was good enough. But this was one of the most popular eateries in the area, and people of all types showed up here. Fat people, skinny people, buff body builders, computer techies, and more. The main draw was that this restaurant was in one of the main centers of the city, and practically on the way to everything. That, and as I mentioned, the food was good. At the moment though, Zee couldn't have cared less about the menu he was pretending to read. He knew what he wanted, and it wasn't food. He ordered food just so the waiters wouldn't get suspicous, but they had seen the black fured wolf regularly and even they had no idea of what Zee really went there for.

     Zee had discovered at a relatively young age of his abilities, though very few others knew of them. To put it bluntly, once he's made physical contact with someone he can inflate them in a number of ways. However, he can't inflate more than one person at a time. Still, that was enough for him. When he had first started inflating random strangers, there was a mild panic in the area. Seemingly at random people would bloat in public, and know one could figure out how or why. Still, once people realized that it was harmless the panic subsided and they just grew to accept it. There was probably a few officials looking for the person responsible, but Zee was good at what he did and never actually hurt anyone, so eventually most gave up trying to find the cause.

     So there Zee sat, his tail slowly swishing back and forth as he observed his potential victims. A muscle bound cat of some indeterminite species was ordering, his purposfuly tight shirt accenting every muscle. Zee at first eyed him with interest, but soon gave him up. Already he had eaten his food and was leaving, and Zee wasn't interested enough to follow him home. The cat had just avoided becoming a feline blimp, but that just meant someone else was going to claim that title. A few seconds later, Zee noticed a good victim for him to warm up on. He was a raccoon, of normal stature with brown hair that stuck out in many directions. His blue vest was tight against his XXL waist line, and his pair of khaki pants were only baggy around his lower legs. They were fairly tight around his midsection, but he showed no sign of embarassment at the fact.

     Zee knew there was a 50/50 chance that this one would enjoy the inflation, but this guy was just warm up. He knew it would be easy enough to find someone who would be ashamed of blimping out. After Zee ordered his food, he started heading towards the bathroom. Luckily, the raccoon's table was right on the way. The other tables right next to him were occupied, and Zee made a big show of carefully sliding between them so that he could pretend to stumble and grab the raccoon's shoulder for support. He apologized profusely, but the raccoon didn't seem to mind and quickly went back to reading his menu, a smile on his chubby face. How long that smile would stay there depended on how much he liked getting bigger then he already was. Zee did his business in the bathroom, then made his way back to his seat purposfully going around the raccoon's table.

     A little concentration was all it took to start the process. From his seat, Zee had a perfect view. His food was at his table, and he ate it without tasting it, his gaze frequently drifting to the chubby raccoon. Already the effects were visible. His gut protruded out farther, and his cheeks puffed out ever so slightly. The waiter, a squirrel probably still in High School, was bringing the raccoon his food. However, without the raccoon ever noticing because he was looking so intently at his food, he didn't see the squirrel's look of horror. When the squirrel just stood there not setting his food down, and the light "ssssss...." sound became more prominent the raccoon quickly had an idea of what was happening. He backed his chair up quickly and looked at his gut. Already it was too big for his huge pants, and the creaking of fabric was getting louder. A look of shock was on the raccoons face, and people started noticing him and backing away, shouting warnings. Soon there was a 15 foot radius around the slowly swelling raccoon. with Zee standing with them feigning shock and morbid interest.

     The raccoon knew there was nothing he could do, but he couldn't help but blush as all eyes in the place were on him. Quickly now, all his extremities were expanding. His toes and fingers swelled to the size of sausages. His tail got sucked inbetween two massive buttocks, his pants and vest were uncomfortably tight. He stood up, trying in vain to unbutton his pants to relieve the pressure, but he could no longer reach. Even his face was bloating now, and his cheeks and muzzle threatend to block his vision. His ears popped and stuck up even straighter then normal as they got bigger and pushed his hair apart. His body was struggling to remain balanced, and to his credit he was doing a good job. He was about to give up reaching for his pants, when his arms, with a sudden motion, snapped upwards and stuck out at straight angles from his body against his will. The belt he was wearing was creaking in protest, and stopping his belly from becoming at least 3 feet wider. His body took on a spherical shape, and there was a loud "shhhhriiiipppp!" as his vest tore along the back and around his swelling arms and fell the ground in shreds.

     With one last creak, his belt snapped in two and his pants tore all around the seams. The belt, now hopelessly stretched, was still stuck in some of the pant's belt loops and fell to the floor with the useless pants. Now all that was clothing him was a pair of underwear, and his face turned even redder as some of the people started giggling at him. Luckily they were very stretchy and expanded to his size. They wouldn't last very long though, because the "ssss" turned into a much more audible "SSSSSSSSSS" and he got bigger much faster. He was extremely circular now, and his limbs were just bumps on his round body. Finally, the underwear exploded off him in tiny pieces and the inflation went into even higher gear. His body had a 10 foot radius at his widest point and his tail was swelling out like an ovular balloon between two car-bumper sized butt cheeks. Finally, he tipped backwards onto his huge rear and couldn't help but staring at the cieling.

     Some people were outright laughing now at the comical site of the raccoon, as he got bigger and bigger. Zee alowed himslef a quick laugh too, knowing that he was just going along with the crowd now, enjoying the sight. The raccoon decided that it wasn't worth being so embarassed, and while his face went down a few shades of red to it's normal grey, he groaned in pleasure almost as he felt his body expand outwards. Zee heard this, and decided he was done here. He stopped the inflation, and when he was finished the raccoon was about half the size of a hot air balloon. A few of the more curious children slipped out of their parent's grips and walked up wonderingly to the huge coon, gently pushing him and finding that he rolled very easily. The coon didn't care, and if his face hadn't been so swollen he would have smiled. It was a good thing the restaurant was two stories high, with the second floor looking down upon the first. If they had wanted to, the people on the second floor looking on could have easily reached out and touched his white belly fur.

     Zee had only slightly enjoyed himself with this particular inflation. He liked the initial shock and embarassment, but as soon as the coon started to enjoy it he lost interest. His inflations were becoming fairly common, and the few who let themselves enjoy it were slightly ruining the fun he had first discovered. Still, he knew there were people who still would hate to be inflated in public and he aimed to find one before the day was through. He merged seamlessly with a good sized crowd and stuck with them, drifting around in the middle eyeing almost everyone before deciding there wasn't anyone who fit his criteria. His walk brought him to some of the biggest building's in the city, huge offices and banks where the big wigs of the business world spent their days. He knew here he would find his prey.

     He quickly eyed a limo driving up the street to the front door of the biggest building in the area, and a suited pig stepped out. He was thin for his species, and he had evidently just gotten back from a haircut because his perfect blonde hair was even more perfect looking then usual. The pig practically smelled of money and power, and he eyed the commoners before him with disdain. Zee knew instantly this was his man. He didn't feel like an air inflation this time, and he was contemplating what to do when he looked across the street. There was a charity all you can eat contest across the road in an empty square. They had two picnic tables that were packed with great food, and the smell of it wafted for at least the whole block.

     If nothing else, Zee was efficient. He had noted all of this in less then 5 seconds, and was already less then 10 feet away from his target. The pig was walking closer to the steps to his building, and Zee knew he had to move quick. There were less people on the steps to the building, and any contact would be very obvious. Pretending to be in a huge rush, he bumped into the pig knocking him slightly off balance, saying a quick "sorry!" The pig regained his footing, glared angrily at the insolent young wolf who had gotting a speck of dirt on his suit, and continued on his way. Right on the third step though, the pangs of exteme hunger hit him. He looked down in shock as his stomach emitted a loud gurgling grumble. He was immedeatly worried, for even he knew of the random inflations. He fought down his fear, and tried to continue up the stairs. The smell of the food hit him then, and he doubled up in hunger pain, his curly pink tail sticking out from under his jacket.

     The panic hit him again, and Zee had doubled back and could see clearly the look of fear in his eyes as he spun around to face the eating contest across the street. Trying to look dignified, he practically ran across the street to the eating contest. There was an entrance fee of $10, and an extra $20 to actually compete. The pig pulled out his wallet, slapped a $100 (the smallest bill he had in his wallet) down on the table, and before the lynx girl who was managing the table could add him to the list or ask him what he was doing (everyone knew who this pig was, he was almost infamous in the entire city for being such a miser), and before the surprise could fully register on her face he was sitting at a spot on the table and was drooling. The lynx got up and whispered to a tubby otter who was the designated manager of this event, and luckily for Zee he was in a position to clearly hear the conversation. "I don't know what he's doing here, but I've never seen him like this!"

"Did he pay?" asked the otter increduley.

"Yeah, $70 extra to!"

"Well, if he paid.... I think we should start a little early though, he looks like he's starving."

     It was true, already he was staining his $300 dollar suit with his own drool. He felt ashamed in his mind, and he tried to ignore the people near him slowly edging away in nervousness at his ravernous appearance. He had a seat at the end of the table, and had a great view of all the food. The otter manager got to the other end of the table that all the food was laying on, and announced in a loud voice "thank you for your kind contributions! We here at" Zee stopped listening then, and completely focused his attention on the pig. He was blushing red, half of the people staring at him. The otter wasn't a fool, and he knew people weren't really listening to him. He wrapped up his speech in under 30 seconds, and began his count down. "On your mark... Get set...... Go!!!" This pig needed no extra invitation. Zee had turned his hunger level almost as high as it would go, and the pig dug in immedeatly. Food flying down his throat and on to his nearby competitors, he blushed even deeper as he slowly felt his clothes getting tight around the waist. Little did he know, that under Zee's influence the food in his gut was almost immedeatly turnin to fat and going to all parts of his body.

     His hands shook as he stuffed more food into his mouth. He wanted to stop eating, but the hunger stayed with him. His suit already was beginning to strain around the waist, and his face was slowly moving outwards. If he had stopped to notice, his Rolex was starting to strain against his wrist and the buttons on his jacket were starting to creak in protest at his swelling gut. Soon the people near him couldn't help but stare as the pig widened, even the others involved in the contest had stopped eating and were staring. The pig's now-flabby pink face turned a deeper shade of red, and he forced himself to not look at the people staring at him and instead at the food. He thought it couldn't get any worse, when his jacket burst open and his white under shirt came untucked from his pants. His belt snapped off and he grunted as his stomach, suddenly freed from it's restraint, bounced outward and jiggled. Through all of this Zee watched on, smiling, Knowing that he was far from finished with this pig.

     The pig's jacket was starting to tear up his back, and the buttons of his white shirt popped off one by one slowly exposing more and more of his gurgling bloating stomach. His thighs were pressing tightly against his pants, and rips started to form around the side seams. He was having trouble moving food to his mouth at this point, and everyone else had appandoned their eating posts to stare. Some even slid their food down to him since he was way over 400 pounds by this point. His watch band finally snapped and flew off, and his entire gut was swollen to the point that it was almost touching the ground. His thighs were swelling outwards and he took up at least 4 seats. Inside his mind, he groaned in agony as he felt the strong wooden bench his now-massive prosterior was filling up begin to bow under his weight. He hated his new expanding figure, but he couldn't help but stuff his fat face even more. The feeling of hunger was even stronger now, but his chest and arms had swollen to the point where he was having difficulty reaching more food. Already he had eaten over half the food available, and he was still hungry. His chin had swollen at this point and the lower half of his muzzle already seemed to seamlessly flow with his upper chest. His cheeks were the size of melons, and his characteristic nose seemed to have been pumped up and dragged his head downward with it's weight.

     Suddenly there was a loud "CRACK" and the bench he was sitting on collapsed. People in the immedeate area could feel the shockwave of him hitting the ground, and some even smirked as they saw his whole body jiggle for a good 10 seconds after he hit. They knew that the unknown inflator had struck again somehow. However, now the pig had a problem. His gut stretched 8 feet infront of him and 5 feet to each side, forcing his legs into obtuse angles from his body. His legs were very heavy themselves and stopped his gut from extending too far, but had he eaten more they probably would have been covered by his massive gut. His moobs had long since pushed both his jacket and his white undershirt to the side, and his upper chest was primarily rolls of fat at this point. He stuggled to reach the food, but there was none left within easy reach. He stopped, hoping that the hunger would pass with the massive impact and all the food he had eaten, but Zee could sense that and threw his hunger into overdrive. He flailed about, trying to think of what to do, when an idea hit him. He closed his eyes in embarrassment, and with a massive effort threw himself upon the end of the table.

     He hated himself for it, but closing his eyes and with a massive grunt, he leaned against the edge of table, and quickly the opposite end tilted up and all the food slid down to his end. He shoved all of it as it got close enough into his mouth, in a last ditch attempt to stop his hunger. Once he was finished, he let the table drop and sat back, with a loud rumble, his body began bloating. His gut pushed the picnic table away from him, his arms were now useless mounds of fat, with a few shreds of his jacket still hanging on in some spots. He blushed as he felt himself grow taller as his butt fat pushed him upwards until he was almost as tall as he would have been if he was standing. Not that standing was an option any time soon, his legs were lost under his stomach, as was his tail between his two buttocks. Finally Zee stopped his hunger, realising it was pointless with all the food gone. He could have just made him fatter, but he liked the pig as he was at the moment; a huge blob of pink fat with torn clothes hanging from his body, and some shreds surely lost in his fat folds. The pig begged to differ, but at the moment he was just relieved that he was no longer hungry.

     Zee was planning on leaving then, content that his work was done. However, he noticed the otter who was managing the even back up a flatbed truck with a huge tank of something very close to the enormous pig's body. He got out, walked to the back of the truck, and picked up a regular sized garden hose attached to the truck. Zee was considerably intrigued at this point, when he noticed one of the advertisments, in smaller text at the bottom announcing that the winner got a lifetime supply of punch (actually just 2000 gallons). The otter had turned a nozle on the hose and filled a glass, which he was clearly going to offer to the pig to try. Zee smiled as he heard the otter attempting to maintain some dignity as he talked to the pig given the situation. "Well.... Uh.... You won, and you're entitled to all of this I guess, though I don't see why you'd want it.... Er...." The pig was glaring daggers at the otter from beneath his face fat, and the otter was nervously shifting from paw to paw as he stood there with the hose in one hand and the glass in the other. Zee smiled, for he knew that he had one small thing left to do.

     Quickly the pig's glare changed from loathing to desire; not for the otter but for the hose in his hand. With a huge effort, the pig rocked side to side until his momentum got him close enough to otter. The otter held out the glass, glad that he didn't have to walk on the pig's fat to reach his hand, but instead of taking the poferred glass he snatched the hose, somehow managed to turn the nozle, and stuck it in his mouth. The otter backed away, as the pig started to blimp outwards. His hands were completely useless, as his whole body swelled in every direction. He went upwards and out wards, his gut stretching to the point where his skin was transparant. The onlookers could see his body begin to take a very spherical shape, the punch swirling around in his stomach. His fat folds started to round themselves out until he was almost a perfect, jiggling sphere. Normally he wouldn't have gotten as big as he world have, but Zee took some liberties with how much he expanded. Soon he was bigger than the truck itself, and he has at least 50 feet wide and 2 stories high. Somehow he had managed to drain the half the tank in a matter of minutes, and showed no signs of stopping.

     The pig was in a panic at this point as he felt his entire body grow outwards rapidly, he could feel how tight his skin was and was worried he might pop. He needn't have worried, for though Zee was fleeing along with the rest of the crowd from the rapidly expanding pig, he was in full control of the situation. Bigger and bigger the pig blimped, until he was the size of a small building. His extremities were lost, nothing more then dents in the otherwise perfect shape of his body. Soon the hose wasn't long enough, and being firmly wedged in his mouth it grew taught and started to cause the pig to to roll downwards until there was slack on the hose and he was looking up at the sky past his huge pink belly. Up and up that belly went, as did the pig. Finally, after 10 minutes, the tank was drained, and where a space that 100 people once occupied there was now a massive pig, hemmed in at all sides by those people. He was 50 feet wide and about 5 stories high at this point. Zee stood within the crowd, no one ever suspecting that he was the one responsible. After admiring his handiwork for a few more seconds, he turned around and headed for home. Today had been a good day, even if that raccoon he had inflated had eventually enjoyed it. Still, it was a big city, and not even Zee himself was sure how, where, and who he would strike next.
A trade with another person from FA, an inflation story. =)
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BuizelFan90210's avatar
Interesting. Thinking about making a sequeal?