So a while ago, I wrote this thing/monstrosity out of a sort of boredom and curiosity, to see how well I could do it. I feel like sooner or later I oughta try to contribute my own works to this site though, perhaps in spite or even because of my lack of confidence.

Anywho, story involves inflation and implied transformation. In particular, involves heliate, although I can't remember who first came up with that (if anyone knows, please let me know so I can give proper credit). That said, this story pushes my comfort zones a bit, but I wanted to see what I could do with it xP

Part 2: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15267164/

Copy-pasting the story here in case the file causes issues, but do try the .pdf. It looks nicer. (FA can't open it natively, but "Download" should open it in-browser)
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Subject HLA-01

It was certainly an odd awakening for the girl, to say the very least. Her mind was in a diluted haze as she regained consciousness, blotting out her thoughts against one another. Notably, even as she began to gain some greater semblance of consciousness, some things remained a blank: who she was, where she came from, etc. Perhaps they weren’t quite a blank, however. Just obscured. Maybe there was something in the way, or maybe she never even knew some of these answers in the first place.

Yet as she opened her eyes, or at least tried to, and the fog of her vision cleared, new questions began to arise. Somehow, she had slept standing, she deduced from the wall before her and the general heaviness she felt dragging her down, though even that sensation was very faint for her at this point. She could barely feel her limbs and body at all.

Something felt off about her situation, as if she knew this wasn’t supposed to be happening. She seemed to be in some sort of small room, from what she could see initially. The walls had some tacky striped wallpaper on them, and an old sofa resting on worn beige carpet was pushed off to the side. In a way, it was familiar, but discomforting. The light overhead buzzed and faintly flickered every now and then, a droning noise that helped remind her of her confusion and growing sense of panic.

It was when she tried to look up and inspect this light that she realized something as very, very off. All she did was turn her head and neck, yet she felt something strange on her shoulders, and a faint noise from seemingly nowhere. More to the point, she felt a cool touch on both her shoulders and… something else.

With a gasp, she reached her still somewhat-numb hands up to the sides of her face and felt around. She expected to find something attached there, a note or something. Instead, her face itself felt oddly smooth and cold, and her touch made almost the same noise as when she turned her head.

“Wh-wha…” she stammered; even that felt wrong somehow, as she noticed her mouth, too lacked the warmth one would expect from a living thing. As she drew her fingers across her face, she found what had touched her before. On each side of her face was something, a part of her, three-pronged, with a sort of thin webbing between them. There it was again, she realized as she rubbed the smooth webbing between her fingers, that same faint little crrrk sound every other motion seemed to make.

Now she started to breath heavily, panting before a panic. None of this was right. This wasn’t her body… or was it? She started to feel around more, not daring yet to look, all while taking a mental inventory. This slick covering of hers, she realized, was all over herself. It didn’t feel like there was much else to her, either; first with the odd frill-like formations, and then between her hands, she tried to squeeze them, to make sure she was actually feeling them and not something beneath, and found then gave way impossibly easily. To her shock, she felt she could squeeze her pointer finger all the way through, and only feel a slight tightness on the tip.

With a gulp of anticipation, she raised her hands up to take a look. Sure enough, she could squeeze her finger flat, but that wasn’t the thing she mainly noticed. Her hands, no her entire arms, they were quite shiny, at least under the flourescent light. Rounded, too, and for whatever reason a dark, greenish teal. She turned them over and over, just to confirm. With a shudder, she cowered back, ducking her head and attempting to hug herself for comfort.

That’s when she felt a cold touch on her chest, which itself was oddly rounded and admittedly flat from what she could tell from touch. when she reached up to check, she confirmed what the faint sensation of her face had already tried to tell her; she had some sort of snout. One that also seemed to squeeze to her touch.

Quickly now, and with a panicked groan, she looked herself over. It was true, her entire body was rounded and shiny, alternating between teal, white, and some occasional tan marks here and there. Her belly was plump and chubby, seemingly pushing out her almost-detached legs. Her legs themselves seemed to be composed of very large, rounded hips, and long, bended feet below, with, as she felt, barely a notion of a knee.

She tried to move her legs, but that seemed to be getting ahead of herself, as she could barely feel them yet outside the cold touch of her hands. So instead, she felt around behind as she crrrk-ily tried to twist her body around to look. Surprisingly, she was barely more flexible than if she weren’t hollow, but she could at least piece together a few things from touch. She seemed to have a relatively wide and thick tail of sorts coming out behind her, and it seemed to head down to the floor. Given the shape of her feet, that probably gave her balance while she couldn’t move any of them: a sort of tripod stance that kept her from losing balance even while asleep.

Further up her back, she found something new that she had started to feel even before she got down to her tail, for by now most sensation had returned to her upper body, or so she thought. it seemed to be another pair of appendages, though they almost had more in common with her cheek-frills than her arms or legs, as they had that same sort of webbing drawn between two longer pieces held at an angle.

She gave one a tug, perhaps to help sort out these confusing new feelings and find what part of her mind was meant for the limb. She found herself reflexively pull it back, flapping it forward once or twice in unison with the other. “That explains the webbing,” she thought, trying to collect herself. “Wings. I… I have wings.”

As the last little check, she felt around her head, noting long, almost rabbit-like ears with no physical way inside, the frills from before, and another very odd, asymmetric shape atop her head and down the back of her neck a ways. She pulled down on the front end, seeing it was purple. It might actually have been in her field of view this whole time, yet she hadn’t really noticed until now. “Of course,” she realized. “‘Hair’, or something close enough.”

Just to be thorough, she gave the end of her snout another feel and a squeeze; unfortunately, in the meantime since her last check, it seemed her sense of smell returned, or at least it did once she squeezed her nose. The smell was overwhelming enough to make her recoil slightly, but undeniably familiar: the thick rubbery smell of latex. It brought to mind notions of happier times, of childhood and parties. The smell of a balloon. The smell of… herself.

Strangely, knowing how she probably looked and what she probably was faintly comforting. It felt familiar, somehow, the colors and the form. She still couldn’t remember one way or the other, and while it certainly physically felt new and different, it seemed in some way a good thing.


By now, she felt awake and aware. All over, she felt her hollow self as a sort of bouncy, loose creature. It was odd, but at the same time, strangely fun. She tried to just bounce a little in place, and all the little nuances, the sounds and wobbling, made her smile. Even if this wasn’t ‘right’, it wasn’t all bad. She could live with this, perhaps.

But for now, she was still stuck, as far as she could tell. Tentatively, she tried to turn herself, one step at a time. Unfortunately, this proved a little challenging, as her legs were big enough to bring about a little air resistance, almost throwing her balance off entirely. With a few more steps and some help by spreading her wings and arms to her sides for balance, she eventually managed to clumsily turn herself around, sliding her tail as she went.

The room really wasn’t much to boast about. The couch looked comfy, if worn, similar to the carpet. The wallpaper was old and the colors faded, but it seemed a little fresher than the rest. And of course, the faintly flickering light above was more annoying than anything else, but given the lack of windows the light it gave was more than welcomed.

As she continued to scan around the room, she found an interesting sight on the wall behind her: an out-of-place classical painting next to a door, double the width of the average doorway at least. Beside the door was a small side table with a lanyard resting on it. A card was attached to the end, but from where she was, the now-balloon-creature couldn’t read it.

Curious, she hobbled her way over towards the card. Yet as she did, she swore she heard something. It wasn’t the creaking of her rubber against itself, nor the swish of her tail against the carpet, or so she first thought. A quick look around the room behind her showed only the sofa once more. With a shrug, she passed it off as her imagination.

She picked up the card and flipped it over. She frowned at the sight as she began to read:

Subject HLA-01
Name: Arc
Gender: Female
Form: DRG-KGR

“Arc…” she read again aloud. “Is this mine or something?” The name sounded vaguely familiar, but not quite so familiar as her own. It could’ve been a friend’s, or the name of a family member. Perhaps a crush… or maybe it was, indeed her own. How would she know any better at this point?

“Gah!” Arc yelped, dropping the card. Suddenly, something bumped against the tip of her tail, something even colder than she was. She twisted to try to look, but all she could see was a faint, icy blue glow against the end stretch of her tail.

Yet in a moment, she felt a weird tingle spreading throughout her body. It was weird, but in a good way. A welcome sensation, a revitalizing sensation. It made her… happy, more aware.

Far more aware, after the initial shock, that her tail was beginning to feel more taut.

With the faintest of hisses against the creak of her rubbery form, she felt her tail widen as the pressure inside started to build. Soon, this little tingly tightness spread around her body, from her belly to her legs to her wings and even her face, where she began to faintly blush. She had no idea why, but this was a good feeling. It was instinctual. Whatever was going on, it made her happy, if a bit dizzy.

“Oh!” she yelped at yet another new feeling. Looking down at her belly, which seemed to stretch before her eyes, she saw more of the blue glowing substance poking out of what she had thought was a belly button of sorts. Now she recognized it better as what it was: a knot, like for a balloon. She gave it a little flick, giggling at the sensation and the quick swell that came after. Just below it, she noticed a flap of rubber, stretched across most of her belly. A pouch, she realized. “KGR… kangaroo?” she thought aloud.

As the tingle spread around her body, she felt more coolness settle around her inner edges, and soon felt some of the blue stuff settle around her mouth. It tasted cool, but indistinct. Perhaps a welcome break from the rubber of the inside of her mouth, at least, but it was little different than air. Strangely, the substance, while it felt and looked like some kind of slime, seemed to float in the air, as if it were in space, with little glowing drops here and there drifting out of place, wobbling free.

Arc felt this substance, whatever it was, was like a friend. And it wanted to make her happy, because that’s what friends do. And, more importantly, that her being happy would make it happy, too.

In a fleeting moment of panic, Arc blinked her eyes and shook her head. She realized she was rapidly growing outward, yet rather than try to do anything about it, she found her hands were smooshed up against herself. She was enjoying this, but why? Why should she? She should escape, she should try the door, she should—

Stay. She found herself bouncing away from the door, and in a rush of lightheadedness, she floated as she did so, bumping gently against the ceiling. No, she welcomed this friend. It was good for her. Everything was good so long as she had her friend to help her.

And so, Arc felt the tingling intensify, and every inch of herself felt simply wonderful. Her belly began to bloat at a tremendous rate, pushing aside her legs and chest, while her tail, tied to her belly’s size, struggled to keep up. She smooshed and twisted all the while, creeeeaking and squirrrking as she did. Soon her chest and belly began to push her fatly puffed arms to the side, only encouraging her to squeeze and hug her bloated form as tight as she could. She even joined in with her legs and tail, and even her wings to an extent. Her body was like a growing beach ball, and she only wanted it to grow more.

As her belly began to bloat further and further, her hips rounding to spheres along with her arms, she closed her eyes and buried her face, cheeks turned balloons in and of themselves, into her tight, rubbery chest with a sigh.

The pressure inside continued to build. She felt taller, yet tighter, and every movement made those loud, yet wonderful rubbery noises. Soon she found herself bumping against the ceiling, as the gas inside let her loose from the floor. Her taut arms could barely move, but all she wanted to do was feel and experience the sensations. A faint voice in the back of her mind screamed that something was wrong, that she shouldn’t be happening, but it was drowned out by the rubbery creaks and groans.

Sadly, as she reached over five meters around, her arms, legs, and head barely able to struggle against her internal pressure, the tingling began to subside. She frowned as she heard a faint hiss somewhere. The pressure inside began to fade, and she began to sink back down. What did she do? Did she make her new friend upset? Did she do something wrong?

As she touched down on the ground, the fading subsided. She was still fairly bloated, essentially fat by all rubber’s standards, but as she could move with such relative ease, it just wasn’t the same. Her belly only reached two meters around, barely twice the reach of her chubby arms, and her tail wasn’t taut or locked in place anymore, even if it was still hard to move.

Just then, she realized what was right before her eyes. The picture had disappeared, instead turning into some sort of window. Through it, Arc saw a room, much like her own. That, by itself, was boring. What was inside, however, strangely caught her attention. Another balloon-made creature, female like herself judging from the eyes, only this one was purple, stripey, and… slim.

How sad she must be, Arc felt, a balloon that wasn’t blown up! Not really, anyway. Not how she knew a balloon should be.

That was it! Arc knew now why her friend had stopped. Two friends was one thing, but three? Oh, they were going to make their new friend so happy. They had to, really. How could they live with themselves if they didn’t?

Just then, almost as if the room knew, Arc heard a distinct click from the door beside the window. it seemed to catch the attention of her new purple friend, too. This was her chance.

Arc waddled over to the super-wide door, ignoring the mysterious convenience of it all, and twisted the knob. Sure enough, it was unlocked. Now she knew what she had to do: meet this new friend, hug her, share her blue friend and all the joy that came with it.


And as she squeezed her swollen, balloony form through the door, a security camera, embedded and hidden in the wall opposite the painting-window, took focus...