Fanciful

  What was, at first, a regular factory tour ended up being the beginning of many things. Earlier back at my apartment, a soft knock rapt on the door. I got up from the couch to head over, opened it - and in bounds Fancy, clad in something much like her work uniform but a little more casual - jeans, a pink tee with the factory emblem on the chest.

“Hi-hi hi!” She waved and grinned.

What’s unique first of all was that Fancy is an Oompa Loompa, of the women referred to as Loompettes. Her height came up to my stomach as she twirled her long red lollipop hair as she sweetly looks at me. She was definitely a bubbly girl, she had brown skin like her people, save for her hair.

We met while I was suppose to be with the tour group at a candy factory outside of the city, surrounded among spacious forests, a perfect seclusion away from possible prying eyes. I unfortunately got there late as the group just left. It was definitely a bummer; I had to wait for the next few hours until my friends pick me up. Not the best day to have waiting in a lobby of a candy factory doing nothing.

Then, I wasn't the only one in the lobby. Walking up from the right was someone carrying a very tall pile of papers, careening and shaking up high as the person pressed on. Thinking they might need help, I walk over for assistance when the paper stacks knocked into me, sending the high rise falling and dropping to the floor in a wave of splashing letter. Someone fell on top of me, losing my balance as we both fell back next to the papery mess. I felt their head on my stomach, trying to get up and stopping. Looking very keen at my soft stomach was a short woman, a very short one, dressed in a white overall dress over a brown top shirt and white boots.  She trailed her gaze up to me, as I felt a little embarrassed for what I did, then flushed. She only gave a big grin that started it all. She was nice enough to stay with me while I waited; chatting with me and giggling in a chippy way and playfully poking my arm.



“This is certainly a pleasant surprise. I thought I was gonna meet you at the factory.”

Even though it had been two weeks since we met, we've been hanging out at my place and at the local café spot, always encouraging me to get sweets when I wasn't hungry or was satisfied for the moment with the 2 or 3 I had last.

“I see you're just as soft as ever.” She lifted my shirt from the bottom and reached in for a handful of a large belly roll mound.

“Uh....well, uh yeah,” a little flustered on my end.

“That's good. Plenty to hug...” She giggled, investigating my rear and my head following her.

"So...are you ready to go?" She asked cutely, rocking on her feet*

“Umm, yeah since you're..already here.”

“Okay!”

She quickly left the room, then returned with a factory brand tank of something. It was in shiny purple and silver that glistened under the lights, a black hose protruded and hung up curled on the cylinder's side.

I cocked my head and burrowed my brow, unsure of where this was going.
“What's that for? Did you happen to come by on a hot air balloon or something?

“Yeah...something like that...” She giggled again and looked up with a smile.

“This will definitely be an interesting date.”

Fancy sets up the tank as she replied, “Oh definitely...I figured maybe we could..test your limits...” Then gave my middle a rub.

“Limits?”

“Just have this placed here.” She urged me to kneel down, as she stuffed the hose end through my lips. Checking for any looseness and comfort, her hand creaked the valve on. The sound of gas hissed and quickened, its pressure bulged my face out. I tried to get any word or noise in, but the air flowed down my throat, breezing along my inner crevices.

“Hmmm...maybe it would be best to gnnn...take this outside?” She lifted the tank with her Loompette strength, the hose dragged and pulled me along. We both got outside eventually with the hose just enough to get me going, but not enough to make me balloon out rapidly yet.

I muffled softly as I found myself slowly swell. My stomach obviously reacted first as it stretched out, then followed by my breasts as they straightened for maximum puffing; all three tightened under my shirt. Fancy watched her “work” on display, viewing my growth.

“Hmmm, well that's a good sign so far... perhaps a little more?”

She slowly increased the valve’s release, the contents allowed further stretches to other parts of my body.

There was no doubt I could inflate on my own, if part of some factory mishap with gum or a rogue chocolate bar that escaped testing, but there was something about a hose down your throat as you expand that brought a gentle nervous tingle and slowly becoming helpless to stop it. The air hissed and then squeezed into my thighs, my skin groaned and stretched, I reached down my body to keep me comforted and calm.

I gave a sort of muffled gasp; my skin felt extra smooth to the touch. Fancy’s eyes ogled me as she watched me swell into a womanly balloon.

“Mmmm, very good...”

She gave a pat on my ballooning rear, every inch started to thicken and stuck out awkwardly, the flop of my arms outstretched and slowly straightened. She momentarily left me where I stood.

“I'll be right back, sweetie...I just have to get the basket....” Her reply as commonly addressed like retrieving a dish of out of the cupboard.

  I sighed in unison with hisses as it looked I was going to be the balloon this time. My breasts were now the size of very tight beach balls and my butt cheeks probably felt the same, stretched into my pants as they clung onto me.

Fancy returned dragging a large wicker basket and grunted finally settling it down.
“There we go...” She turned back around and her eyes grew themselves. “Oh my, you really are quite balloon-y!” Another reach across belly, boobs and butt patted down, I muffled out again, feeling my frame reverberate. I started to round out from the middle, arms and legs inflated as little domes.

“It's so amazing that your clothes have clung on for this long...I must suggest the store to the boss...” as she tested and poked my body. “I wonder how big you’ll get....”

I huffed, very smooth and sensitive, and the wide expanse around as I was tall. My limbs as spheres with even bigger breasts stretching my red shirt as it exposed more cleavage. Fancy blushed a little as they were exposed, fanning herself. It seemed that my arms and legs were still visible but only further rounded outside of my growing body, swollen fatter as I begun to feel myself shift and my feet feeling the air.

Fancy delighted over the turn of events.

“Ahhh good, it's working properly...”
 
She watched as I rose up, more and more balloon-like set for a Macy’s parade, as she tied the basket’s ropes to my wrists and ankles. It felt weird feeling the vast and hard reverberated wobbles as she set me up.
Now, she waited and waited for body to finalize its shape and for the ropes to grow taut. They squeezed into my fat wrists and ankles, I hoped with the ascent the ropes wouldn't scrape too much; at last, now lifted up and higher as the looming shadow over the basket.

Fancy then giggles, “Oh my! Looking pretty full there!” Then jumped up and poked at any skin closing in. My head dug in, now a bit fuller surrounded by puffed cheeks, now grown taller and wider.

“Hmmm...just a little longer...” she said tugging on the ropes. They slowly sailed up with me, further from the ground as my heart skipped. My shadow sprawled over more ground and covered the basket.

  “And that oughta do it... * One final tug and the hose plucked out of my mouth with a POP, some extra air wheezed out now stuck with slightly plump lips between my plump head.

“I hope you're not uncomfortable or anything...*she checked in as she climbed into the basket, readying for takeoff. I only made a ‘mrr’ sound to let her know. She dropped a few of the sandbags and the basket began to rise off the ground, prompting Fancy more giggling. “Ooooo you make such a great form of transport!!!”

I moaned as we're airborne, feeling that bit of jump in my chest knowing we were finally floating up.

Everything felt dwarfed compared to my large blimp body with the little head and hands and feet. Fancy giggled below as we rose past the building and windows, rose over the rooftops on a whimsical trip.

Fancy yelled from below, “The view is so much better when you're up here!” Not like I could respond back when muted like this, while occasionally shifting between breezes and my own frame.

By 30 stories up from one of the taller buildings in view, she looked down as the building slowly shrank away. A breeze hit my side as I shivered, sensitive still, as I pushed up forward. The city further swept away, smaller in sight as we set sail over a space of trees. Fancy whistled a pleasant tune, familiar to their official songs but light-hearted, like I was her beautiful, beautiful balloon.