I had mixed feelings about this one, because although it contains no sexual content, it also features a minor inflating. Last time I posted it, however, there was a distinct lack of pitch forks and torches in the response, so I guess all is well.

This one features Brianna, a little tigress with a bit of a problem controlling her balloonie body.

Here's the txt version. Legends say, if you press Download, you shall receive an inflatable catgirl (an adult one, you sickos), but so far, all we've found is RTFs and an occasional slice of American cheese.

This story is © Balloonie-cat Inflated (AKA Lord Balloonie-cat Inflated) as of 12/8/2005.

Warning: This story concerns the inflation of a minor, and is meant to be humorous rather than erotic. Do not use if anti-tamper seal is broken.

Enough mumbo-jumbo, on with the show:

Gloria looked up from her desk as the door to her office opened. There was a sound of footsteps, but no one could be seen. As the old wolf cocked her head in puzzlement, a piece of tough, yellow paper rose into view at the edge of the desk and tipped over onto the blotter. Lifting a bemused eyebrow, Gloria half-stood, and was finally able to see the short little tigress standing in front of the desk.

The little thing was dressed in a sailor suit and stood as straight as a soldier at attention, looking up at the principal with the perfect seriousness that only children seem able to manage. As they looked each other over, Gloria was struck not only by the solemnity of the tigress, but also by her surprising plumpness. Her cheeks were so puffy, they looked like tiny oranges, and she was so roly-poly she resembled a pillow with arms and legs.

“Are you…alright, dear?” the principal asked hesitantly, wondering if the little girl was suffering some sort of horrible allergic reaction.

“Nope. Teacher says I been bad”

“Oh?”

The little girl nodded sharply to the note, and suddenly Gloria realized she was being so stiff because she was actually furious and trying to hide it.

Gloria started to sit down, but stopped when she remembered she wouldn’t be able to see her diminutive guest if she did. For a moment, the principal was at a loss. “How would it be if we sat in those chairs over there?” she asked, pointing to the chairs across the desk from her, against the wall.

“Ok” The little tigress stretched up her pudgy hand, seized the note, and waddled over to the nearest chair. Gloria had to hold back a smile as she watched the plump little darling struggle into the adult-size seat.

No sooner had Gloria sat down beside the little girl than the note was thrust at her with that same dark expression.

“Not much of a talker, are you?” she asked offhandedly, taking the note and opening it. There was no reply, but she hadn’t expected one.

“You must be Brianna,” she said after reading a few lines. Brianna nodded, but said nothing, so Gloria read on.

“Hmm, this just says you were causing a disruption. What does that mean?”

Brianna said nothing, but her ears began to flatten in anger, and her eyes grew even darker.

“Brianna, you’re being very rude. Didn’t your parents teach you to speak when spoken to?”

Brianna voiced a sigh that was heavy with exasperation, turned sharply in her seat, and stuck her hand out with the speed and force of a karate chop.

In a sullen, mechanical tone, she quickly recited “Hello Mrs. Lupine. My name is Brianna. I’m very pleased to meet you,” and she seized Gloria’s hand and shook it smartly. Having performed this little ritual, Brianna faced forward again and resumed glaring darkly at her pudgy little feet.

“Brianna? You still haven’t told me what…”

“I didn’t mean too!” Brianna cried suddenly, her composure disintegrating. “I just wanted a drink of water! If stupid ol’ Hag Lady had just called on me when I raised my hand…”

Hag Lady? Gloria wondered, but decided to let it go for the moment.

“Calm down, Brianna, calm down. Now, why don’t you tell me what happened, and maybe we can sort this out.”

Sighing again, this time with resignation, it seemed, Brianna sat up straight in her chair and made a little show of clearing her throat.

I wonder which parent she picked that up from, Gloria thought, and she had to suppress a smile as Brianna began to speak.

******

Brianna’s tale begins with her sitting at her desk (it is one of those with the attached seat) as she always does. Today, Ms. Hagstrom has been asking a lot of math questions, and so far, Brianna has answered every one. Her father says she has an “attitude” for math, which means numbers come easy to her.

The trouble starts with thirst. Brianna raises her hand, wanting to be excused for a drink, but Ms. Hagstrom doesn’t seem to notice her. Being small for her age, Brianna is used to being overlooked, so she simply stretches her arm upward with all her might and waves it about, trying to get the teacher’s attention.

This does no good; instead of calling on her, Ms. Hagstrom steps closer to the blackboard and continues her lesson on math. Brianna’s thirst is only getting worse; she’s very anxious to get the teacher’s attention now, and that’s when she starts to feel full.

Brianna knows this feeling, and she waves her hand more frantically, wanting to be called on before things get any worse. The full feeling keeps getting stronger, and just like that, Brianna has a little belly pushing out the front of her blouse. Now she really needs Ms. Hagstrom to call on her, not so she can get a drink, but so she can be excused to calm down.

She can feel her tummy pulling her blouse tight, and now she’s starting to rise up in her chair as the rest of her body puffs up. People around her are beginning to stare, and now Ms. Hagstrom notices her, now that it’s probably too late.

“Brianna, what are you doing?”

Brianna is about to answer, but she’s inflating faster than ever before (she actually reminds herself of a party balloon racing to fullness on a helium tank). As she takes a breath to respond, her belly bumps into the desk and begins to develop a painful dent as it continues to expand against the hard edge. With every second of inflation, Brianna is being squeezed more and more tightly between her chair and her desk; she can barely breathe, let alone speak.

“Brianna, stop that this instant!” Ms. Hagstrom cries, sounding like she’s starting to get both angry and scared. Brianna cannot stop, however; in fact, she is getting fatter by the second, and can barely breathe in the vise between her desk and chair. Absolutely everyone in the class is staring at her now as her butt squeezes out around the sides of the seat back and her belly bulges nearly two feet out both above and below the desk.

All this attention, plus the fear at not being able to breathe, makes Brianna’s inflation surge. She doubles in height and width in less than a minute, her eyes bugging out and her cheeks bulging as her body expands, and the desk-chair begins to creak ominously. Ms. Hagstrom starts to panic at this, which makes Brianna’s fear worse, which blows her up even faster.

The desk dies abruptly, pulling apart with a squeal of tortured metal, the seat and desktop flying away from each other like halves of a broken wishbone. There’s a loud “Bwoomph” as Brianna’s abused belly assumes its rightful spherical shape. Someone laughs nervously.

Brianna is still bulging in all directions, getting taller and puffier by the second, while her sailor-suit clad belly is ballooning so fast it looks like a parachute opening. The nearest children move hastily away from her as she swells and swells and swells.

“She’s gonna blow!” someone yells, and there is more nervous laughter, this time mixed with gasps of horror.

Still inflating, Brianna struggles to hide her puffy face with her chubby arms, but she’s so tall and big-bellied now that it’s like trying to hide a blimp with a bed sheet. Finally reaching the limits of its elasticity, her blouse begins to ride up, exposing the pale fur of her fattening tummy, which pushes out almost four feet from the rest of her body.

At last, she inflates so tall that her head strikes the foam tiles of the ceiling.

“Brianna! I insist that you stop this instant!” Ms. Hagstrom cries hysterically.

“I can’t,” Brianna sobs tearfully, but just then, her inflation slows. Her enormous, egg-shaped body is beginning to creak and groan loudly. All the children back away, expecting a really big boom, but Brianna smiles faintly. A moment later, there is a terrible pain like a full body cramp, but she doesn’t cry out, and when it passes, the inflation has stopped.

******

“That’s when Ms. Hagstrom wrote the note and sent me out, and it took me about forever to get here, ‘cause I had to waddle ‘till I un-flated enough to walk right. I tried to tell her it was a accident, but she wouldn’t listen.” The last words were almost a snarl of frustration.

“Brianna, it’s not nice to fib. You’ll only-“

“Not fibbing” Brianna said thinly, squeezing the words through lips compressed with anger.

“Brianna…”

“NOT FIBBING!” Brianna screamed, shouting so forcefully that she had to take a breath between the words. That was when, much to Gloria’s amazement, the little tigress began to rapidly inflate.