Commission for https://www.deviantart.com/x5x5x5x They wanted you to be puffkissed into a huge beach ball by a pretty dragon. Hope you enjoy being big, bouncy, and colorful!

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The sun shone brightly in the cloudless, blue sky. Calm waves lapped at the shoreline. The air smelled of salt, sandwiches, and barbecue. In other words, a perfect beach day.

Your job has been very stressful lately. Long hours, heavy workload. But this wasn't the time to think about that. This was your vacation and you were planning to enjoy it to the fullest. And it was to start with a fantastic day at the resort’s special beach. beach. With your swimsuit and folding chair, you were completely ready to enjoy the gorgeous day by yourself.

This part of the beach was adults-only. Not that there was anything adult itself going on there, but it was more for those who just wanted to relax without kids nearby. A good number were already there, but it wasn’t too crowded. After finding a nice, unclaimed spot in the sand, you sat down in the foldable lawn chair. Time to just relax and enjoy the beach.



After some time, a long shadow fell over you. “Hey you!” a voice called out; you could feel someone staring you down. You take off your sunglasses and turn towards the source. Standing before you was a very tall and curvy dragon. Her scales were predominantly purple, with some black lining her head, arms, and large wings. Those colors plus her golden bikini gave her a very regal look. You were smitten almost instantly.

“Why is a cute one like yourself out here all alone?” She flashes a flirty smile. You try explaining that you're here on vacation, but fumble over your words. Too tongue-tied by her beauty. “You may call me Jezzabelle.” The dragoness just laughs, seemingly a bit charmed. You manage to introduce yourself clearly, trying to look less like a fool.

“Well cutie, you are quite the lucky one. You’re alone and I am quite bored. I have been looking for a new playmate.” A playmate? You were very confused; it sounded too juvenile. But before you could ask what exactly Jezzabelle meant, you stopped. The dragon’s claw glowed with an eerie purple light. She mouthed something in a language you can’t understand. Snap! With a flick of her claw, the purple light engulfs you.

A sudden wave of dizziness washes over you. But like the flash of light, it quickly fades. You quickly realize that something feels… off. You feel light. Empty. Hollow. Jezzabelle is just staring at you with a cocky grin. Annoyed, you start to get up to tell her off, but stop as soon as your arm comes into vision. It’s completely red. Not sunburnt red. An unnatural shade of red. Your eyes grow wide as you look at your other arm. As blue as the cloudless sky above. Looking down, you can see your middle has turned white as snow. Peering over your shoulder lets you see that part of your back is a bright yellow, flanked on both sides by the same white as your middle.

Jezzabelle snickers loudly. You try to yell at the dragon, demanding she fix you. “Those colors suit you, cutie! And I haven't made you a proper playmate yet!” There was that word again. You're still very confused. Why did she keep calling you that? You try asking.

“Perhaps playmate is not the right word, darling.” Jezzabelle’s eyes narrow. A grin stretched across her face. Fwooosh!! She quickly takes to the air with jet black and purple wings. The dragon rushes towards you, tackling you onto the hot sand before. She stands up, holding you tightly. “Plaything sounds better for you~” That didn’t make it any clearer. You struggle to break free, but her grip remains tight; she is far bigger than you after all.

Jezzabelle smirks and inhales deeply. You shudder, bracing for the worst. But far from your expectations, the purple dragon pressed her mouth against yours. A warm, soft kiss. There’s a definite spark between you two. But is that her magic? Or just passion. You can’t say, but you don’t care. It’s something you wanted to feel again, despite the strange situation she had you in.

You expected Jezzabelle to break off this kiss, but no. She just kept going. And blowing. Fwoosh fwoo. Her breath was hot as she blew through connected lips into your own. Your blue and red quickly puffed out like a pair of balloons. With nowhere to go and no way to free yourself, the air forced itself down your throat.

Your pasty white belly quickly begins to stretch outwards. Your formerly flat middle begins to press against the dragon's smooth scales. She's inflating you? Just like a balloon. Blowing you up like a beach ball.

A plaything. A beach ball. That thought keeps repeating through your mind. Is this what Jezzabelle meant? Your belly continues to blow up from the dragon's breath. The color change, the puffkiss. Was… was she turning you into a literal beach ball?

Your belly continues to bloat outwards, squishing softly against the dragon's middle. It jutted out over a foot from your body, though it looked smaller due to the squishing. Jezzabelle wasn't letting go. She just kept the kiss going, forcing more air into your colorful body. Your chest starts to push outwards as well. It fills with air, matching up with your bloated belly. You blush deeply as your curving chest presses against Jezzabelle’s beautiful bust. Her scales feel wonderful against your stretchy, swelling body.

Your arms start to feel stiff as more and more air is puffed into you. To keep your balance, your multicolored arms are forced out to your side. Same with your legs; you need to adjust your stance to keep from falling over. Your pasty belly balloons out over two feet, with your chest not much smaller. It gives your front a very soft, rounded look. Even your back has pushed out a bit.

Jezzabelle suddenly breaks off the kiss with a laugh. “Seems like my little playmate is enjoying themselves, hmm?” She looks into your eyes, smirking. You blue and red cheeks blush; she wasn’t wrong. Your body stretching so big and tight. The feeling of her warm breathing filling you up. The passionate sparks of her kiss. It all felt wonderful. Despite being such a strange situation, you were loving it. You were happy to be the dragon’s playmate. To be her beach ball.

“Oh, you are not my beach ball quite yet, darling. You will have to be much bigger first~” Jezzabelle smirks at you and inhales deeply again. This time, you’re expecting it. Welcoming it. The dragon plants another deep kiss on your lips. The same electric sparks fly. As long as you could feel the dragons against you, you didn’t care how big you got.

She gently prods your three-foot large belly with her claw. It squishes into your blue right half, but there’s still plenty of give in your body; you still have so much more room to grow. Your chest rounds out with your belly, pressing against the dragon’s curvy bust. Her scales are soft against your ballooning body. Or maybe it’s just how big and swollen you are.

Fwoo fwoo

Jezzabelle keeps puffing air into your mouth. Your arms, completely stiff from her hot breath, force themselves to your sides. To really complete the beach ball look, your yellow-striped back starts to push outwards. Stretching, swelling. Filling with air like a giant balloon. Just like your belly and chest, it takes on a much more rounded shape. You truly feel like a giant, air-filled beach ball. So light, so hollow.

Though your body has taken on a very round shape, Jezzabelle still wasn’t done. Your body is a perfect five feet in diameter at this point. Perfectly round, save for your arms, legs, and head jutting out. Given your extremely expanded size, it’s a miracle that your bathing suit hasn’t snapped apart. Perhaps it was another component of the dragon’s spell? You don’t know, nor do you care. You’re too focused on the blissful feeling of being blown up by such a beauty.

Huff Puff

Bigger and rounder. That’s all you want to be right now. Your body continues to balloon outwards. As you reach seven feet in diameter, your arms and legs are slowly engulfed by your swelling figure. Same with your head. Fwoo fwoo. More puffs from the dragon, more mass for your bloated figure. Nine feet round now. Your arms and legs are nothing more than little divots in your spherical, ballooned body. Even your head is slightly sunk in, with most of your vision being taken up by your ballooned chest and puffy cheeks. Your head rose out only a bit from the rest of you. Much like a nozzle on a proper beach ball.

“That will do.” Jezzabelle says as she finally breaks off the kiss. You feel huge. Utterly massive. Your body was nearly ten feet round, though you couldn’t tell from your position. To any outside observers, they’d think you were just an overinflated beach ball. But despite how much you were enjoying being a massive blimp, you felt a tinge of disappointment. All you really wanted was to feel the warmth of Jezzabelle’s lips on yours; regardless if she was puffing you or not.

“You make for quite the cute beach ball, my lovely playmate~” Jezzabelle smiled as she squeezed you tightly. Not enough to pop your ballooned body though. But maybe… Your thoughts were interrupted as she tossed you high into the sky. The swishing air around your blimped body felt incredible. Spinning. Rising. Falling. You really were just the dragon’s balloon. Her enormous beach ball. “Of all the playthings I have had, you might be my favorite.” Jezzabelle smiled as she caught you. “Never have I had one so cute. Or so eager to be my toy.”

“GODDAMMIT JEZZ! WE TOLD YOU TO STOP DOING THIS!” A pair of voices yell out. Jezzabelle dropped you in surprise, letting you bounce on the hot, grainy sand. You manage to wiggle and roll forward a tiny bit, able to see the commotion. A pair of dragons, one yellow male and a female mix of purple and gold, stand before you and Jezzabelle. “We can’t even leave you alone to do a damn beer run without you blowing up a random stranger?”

“But they liked it!” Jezzabelle says; she sounds far less regal than before.

“Doesn’t matter! We don’t want the resort kicking us out because you like blowing up randoms!”

The two female dragons continue to argue. The male one flies toward the indent of your head. “Yo, sorry ‘bout Jezz. She’s kind of, uh, impulsive. Hope this didn’t inconvenience you too much today.” You shake your head and the dragon breathes a sigh of relief. “Give us a sec to deal with her and then we’ll turn you back to normal. Cool?”

You shake your head again, prompting a look of confusion. As strange as this was, you enjoyed being an enormous beach ball. You liked the attention Jezzabelle gave you. It was relaxing. Invigorating. Intoxicating. Through your puffy cheeks, you mumble that you wouldn’t mind staying as her plaything for a bit. After all, wasn’t enjoying yourself what vacations are for?

The dragon nods and flies back down. “You're hella lucky, Jezz. This one liked it.” He explains.

“See? I told you!” Jezzabelle says with a laugh.

“Hold up. You’re not getting off that easy.” The male dragon explained. “You like beach balls this much, you should be one.” His hand glows with a bright light. He throws the magic blast at the purple dragon, just like she did to you. Jezzabelle couldn’t move out of the way in time and the magic engulfs her. The flash of light clears and everyone smiles. Except Jezzabelle. Purple, White, Orange, Green, and Yellow. Her body is now split into different colors. Just like you.

The other female dragon throws a different colored magic blast at the multi-colored dragon. Again, she was unable to dodge. As it shatters upon her, a loud hissing noise echoes over the beach. It’s coming from Jezzabelle. Her belly rapidly blows up, inflating far faster than you. Her green belly swells out three feet from her middle in just under a minute. The dragon’s chest grows alongside her gut, though hers keeps a much more defined shape than yours.

Hisssss… Jezzabelle instinctively widens her stance as she grows larger. Her arms, one orange and one yellow, are forced out to her sides. Partially to keep her balance, partially because they are getting much stiffer. Her back pushes out as well. She takes on a slightly different shape than you; her round body has a much more noticeable bustline. Even her long, draconic tail inflates outwards, like a second balloon attached to the beach ball that was her body.

You smile as she swells up to around the same size as you. Not out of spite, but out of sheer joy. You loved being inflated by her. And now she would get to have the same enjoyment of being such a massive balloon. Of being played with. A pair of ten feet round beach balls. Perfect for playing at the beach.

The other two dragons, who you learn are Jezzabelle’s siblings, toss the both of you around. Playing with the both of you. Just like any plaything should be used for. You’re both rolled around. Tossed. Squished. Pressed against each other. It is pure bliss.

The day goes on. Jezzabelle’s siblings leave you two alone as they pick up some food and a counterspell to change you both back to normal. But not before they squish you two together in the hot sand. They roll you towards each other, letting you see her puffy, green face up close.

“I’m sorry I did this to you.” Jezzabelle apologizes through inflated cheeks. You shake your head; she has nothing to be sorry about. This entire experience was incredible. Blowing up like this. Being her toy. Her beach ball. It was far better than anything you pictured for this vacation. Through your own puffy cheeks, you explain that you loved this. That you would love to see Jezzabelle again. To be with her. To be her playmate and plaything again.

“Oh… oh my…” Your words catch the blimped dragon by surprise. “You know, I wasn’t joking when I said you are my favorite playmate.” Jezzabelle blushes deeply. “I would love to see you again too.” Though it’s difficult due to your enormous, rounded bodies, you both lean in. She plants another deep, romantic kiss on your lips. But this time, no puffing. Just passionate sparks.