Commissioned by  OrignalGiratine
Beware of strange inflatable dresses and giant dragons! ...Or don't!
Word count: 1899

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Parade Maid
By Balloondra

Erablier brushed his long hair around his long ears, tussling it and running through it with his paws until it looked halfway decent. The blue-furred fellow gave himself one last look in the mirror, his thick, fluffy tail absently waving behind him, and nodded, a smile spreading across his stout muzzle. He was ready!

Recently, a the fashion queen Zephira who happened to live near his hometown— and was notoriously private— held a contest to meet her and try out some of her latest designs! Era had heard about it from a friend and signed up on a whim, so he was very surprised to find out a few days later that he had won!

All he had to do, it seemed, was meet her at the time and address enclosed in the email she sent him, and she would handle the rest. The time was fast approaching and the address was thankfully only a short drive away, so it wasn’t long at all before he pulled up at his destination.

From the outside, it seemed he had pulled up to an airplane hangar— a bright, shiny silver building that was almost half a mile long. He parked just outside it, came up to a side door (the gigantic front entrance was currently closed), and knocked on it a few times.

“Come in; it’s open!” a pleasant female voice called from within. Erablier obeyed, pushing the door open and taking a look around. To his surprise, the hangar was furnished like a home! Well, a home for giants, anyway. Chairs and tables loomed high above him, with a couch along one wall almost as big as his apartment building. And all over the floor were scraps of fabric and no small number of person-sized mannequins wearing everything from pajamas to ornate dresses to costumes strewn about.

There came a series of low creaks and soft thumps. From around the corner, a massive, green, anthro dragoness appeared took heavy, ponderous steps towards him! Her scales and wings glistened in the lights high overhead (too much, actually), her figure was full and curvy, and her height— thirty feet tall, easily— meant she was the perfect size for the hangar-turned-home. And, based on her stylish dress and glittering accessories, this dragoness was none other than Zephira.

The great dragon knelt down to smile at her guest. It was there that Era realized what was bothering him— she was a living balloon! A rather giant one, sure, but her cartoony, painted-on eyes and the seam running right down her muzzle were dead giveaways. Blushing a little at the sight of her, Era’s greeting died in his maw.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Erablier! Gosh, you are a cute one! I could just cuddle you right up!” Zephira exclaimed.

“I, uhh…” He cleared his throat and regained his composure. “Th-thank you! And you look quite lovely yourself, you know! Oh, and call me Era, please.”

“Era it is, sweetheart! Now, let’s cut right to the chase, when I read your submission I knew instantly that you’d be the perfect fit for what I’ve been cooking up!” The parade balloon sat up straight, then gestured to one particular mannequin where an extremely puffy and glossy inflatable French maid ensemble was on display. On its own, the display stand rose up into the air, then drifted over to set itself down right in front of a now very confused Era.

“Um. Miss Zephira,” he began politely. “You do know that I’m male, don’t you?” Truthfully, he wouldn’t have hesitated one bit to put on a costume like that if he was in private, but it would be very embarrassing to admit that, especially to someone as renowned as her! It was a little hard to look at, though, with it looking so glossy and soft and puffy and girly… he really, really liked it.

“Oh, I know, I know! But really, based on the picture you sent in as part with your entry, I just knew immediately you were the best possible candidate to become my— erm, tester, yes!,” the inflatable dragon replied, looking a little uncomfortable. “Because, erm…” She suddenly frowned in thought. “If, um… If a male can rock an outfit like that, then… it’s definitely fit for showing off to the public! ...Y-yes, that’s why! So, erm, go on, try it on! It’s a one-size-fits-all outfit, you’ll find, heehee!”

The fluffy fellow nods, too focused on stifling his blush to notice anything odd about her explanation as he tugged the outfit off the mannequin. A shiny white apron was laid atop polished, glossy black rubber frills, each section of the dress inflated to a nice, taut pressure. The shoulders were equally full, promising a sort of kinky comfort at the cost of some freedom of movement. While the waist of the puffy dress was thin, relatively speaking, the way it flared out on the chest and hips promised to make even a rail-thin wearer look curvaceous and then some! Even the headpiece, a simple frilly headband, seemed exaggeratedly inflated and soft.

There was a zipper in the back that Erablier tugged down before stepping in. The silky-smooth latex felt incredible as it hugged his svelte figure, from his legs to his chest to his arms as he pushed them through the thick, frilly sleeves. Zipping up the dress again was a bit of a struggle, but once it clicked into place at the top, the fur felt a rush go through him. Must be his, ah, interest in the whole maid fantasy, he reasoned.

“So… how do I look?” he asked, twirling around for the dragon to see.

“You forgot the headband, silly!” she softly chided, chuckling.

“Oh, right,” he replied, tugging the band right off the mannequin and placing it just in front of his ears.

Then the feeling rushed through him again, far stronger than before. He felt lightheaded and giddy, and his insides felt all funny, like they were all hollow! He shuddered as a chilly feeling spread from his ears around the headpiece right down to his tail and paws, and as he reached up to rub his neck from the sensation, he paused.

His claws were soft and squishy, and they made a rubbery squeaking sound against them. A gentle hissing filled his ears as he looked at his paws, eyes wide as he realized they were just as glossy and smooth as the dragon’s own paws; he had become inflatable! And what’s more, based on the sudden sensation between his legs, he had become a she, too.

Erablier yelped in surprise from all the sudden changes, so stunned by it all that she hadn’t yet noticed that she had grown a couple feet taller with the dress! The hissing, it happened, was her body filling up with air by some magical means. With every passing moment, her rubbery body creaked loudly against the inflatable dress as they grew together. She didn’t feel much more taut from the inflation, though; it was as if more rubber was being added to her so she was always at a pleasantly puffy pressure.

She winced and blushed from a sudden increase in pressure in her chest. Her breasts quickly filled out, becoming round and bouncy, taking the new balloon from flat to full in mere moments! Yet that was only the beginning— after all, the chest on her dress was wider than herself! Allowing herself a bashful smile, she brought her paws up to feel her breasts as they blew up from the size of grapefruit to watermelons to beach balls. They were so wonderfully sensitive; each little movement she made caused them to wobble and squeak against her dress, making her blush and smile all over again.

Then, looking over her ballooned chest, she noticed with some surprised that the ground was so far away! No… she was still growing! If she had to guess, she was at least fifteen feet tall, with paws big enough for her old self to sleep on and a puffy tail that could probably fill her whole bedroom. Yet the hissing sound of air filling her up was louder than ever as the balloon girl continued to blow up.

She noticed pressure building up in her rear end soon after that. Beneath the frills of her inflatable gown, her hips, butt, and thighs had begun to outpace the rest of her body for growth. It was hard to tell beneath the clothes, but Era sensually felt her slender legs become thicker if not practically pudgy! What was fairly evident was how the gown was stretched out by her growing hips, the glossy rubber creaking and shifting as it strained to hold the new maid’s soft, voluptuous curves.

Then, to her surprise, her belly began to push out! Despite the thin waist of the maid outfit, air built up in her stomach to stretch balloon girl and balloon dress alike. In no time at all, Era went from looking bloated to as if she had swallowed a very, very large beach ball, and that was only the beginning. She rested her paws on the sides of her bloating, rounding belly, adding to the creaks from the friction as the rubbery maid’s belly blew up bigger and bigger. Had she been her normal height, her stomach would have been four feet across easily, but as she was, she could probably fit her whole apartment in her ballooned belly no problem.

After that, it was only a short while before the inflation subsided overall, leaving the parade maid nearly as tall as the giant dragon. She hugged her own oversized tail and smiled bashfully; the experience of being so much bigger than everything around her was hard to put into words!

Then, a moment later, it felt as though a switch was thrown in her mind. Thoughts of being a maid flooded her imagination— she saw so vividly how she could clean and cook and care for this lovely parade dragon, all while looking cute as can be in her gorgeous inflatable maid ensemble. Part of her immediately yearned for it all to be true, yet deep down, she was a little unsure. This was all so new and sudden! Could she really just throw herself completely into a role like that?

Hardly a moment passed before the parade balloon girl was hugged from behind by a dragon that was now but a little taller. “Mm, I knew I made the right choice for my new servant,” she purred. “You’re just so cute!”

“Thank you, Mistress Zephira,” Era replied automatically. “Um, I mean, thank you, Miss!” She chuckled shyly.

“Mm? No, no, ‘Mistress Zephira’ works. You are my maid now, aren’t you?” Zephira asked sweetly, tightening the hug a little.

“Well…” She just couldn’t deny how amazing the subservient fantasies flooding her mind seemed! Even before all this, she couldn’t deny that she liked the thought… And, well, she already had the figure and the outfit already. What’s the harm in giving it a try, she reasoned. “Okay! Thank you, Mistress Zephira.” This time she smiled as she spoke genuinely.

Zephira chuckled sweetly in response, wrapped her soft wings around them both, and gave the girl a gentle kiss on the head. “You’re very welcome, my beautiful parade maid.”