Bubble of Influence

BUBBLE BOY
(or, "Bubble of Influence")

_________by Alec Deluxe___________________________


     Steve wasn't taking his breakup with Christina well, as evidenced by the fact that he was stalking her. For the fourth time this week, he sneaked through the alleyway and climbed over the Henderson's shrubs, ducking down beneath the window level of Christina's bedroom, located on the main floor of the south side of the house. He heard the sounds of conversation and was delighted to find out that his painfully sexy ex-girlfriend was joined by two of her hottest friends, Danielle and Monique.
     He poked his head cautiously above the windowsill and peered inside. Christina and Monique sat on the floor while Danielle sat backwards on a chair, unintentionally pointing her hot, tight ass in Steve's direction. Steve glanced around and wondered if anyone would see him if he had to spank the monkey.
     "Where'd you get it?" Monique was asking Christina.
     "From some old woman during our trip to New Orleans," said Christina, holding up what appeared to be a pink package of bubble gum. "She said it could be used to get revenge on the person you hate the most."
     "And who would that be?" asked Monique.
     "Probably Steve," Christina said, causing Steve's ears to burn. "He's been following me around all week. I think he's stalking me."
     Instinctively, Steve ducked down just as Danielle turned her head to look out the window, as if she were making sure that no one was around. She saw nothing and continued. "How does it work?"
     Christina opened the package and took out a piece of gum. "I'm supposed to say his name three times and start chewing."
     "Then what?" asked Monique.
     "Beats the hell outta me," Christina answered. "But what the hell? I love bubble gum, anyway." Then she chanted, "Steve, Steve, Steve!" and tossed the gum in her mouth. She chewed for a few moments.
     Outside, Steve felt a hollow feeling in his stomach. He dismissed it as sexual tension, anticipating the moment when he could watch Christina blowing bubbles. Something about chicks blowing bubble gum got him off. His hand crept down his pants.
     "How is it?" Monique asked.
     Christina shrugged. "Not bad," she said, and with that, she blew a huge bubble.
     As the bubble billowed out of her mouth, Steve's stomach, back, and sides all bloated outward in a massive sudden inflation, his flesh surging out of his shirt, ripping a few stitches. Shocked into stunned silence, Steve's eyes just widened as he looked down at his body, now just a huge round ball between his neck and his legs. He flailed his arms about, unaccustomed to being in such a bloated state. He staggered backwards, fell on his back, and rolled away from the window.
     A beautiful, round pink bubble dangled lightly from Christina's mouth, hovering there for a moment, obscuring but not detracting from her young, pretty face. Then she sucked the bubble back into her mouth and continued chewing.
     Outside, just as quickly as Steve's body had inflated, it shot back to its normal human shape, and he dropped to the ground, as if he had the wind literally sucked out of him. He patted his body to make sure he was his usual 180 lbs. again. What the hell was THAT all about? Gasping for breath, he crawled his way to the window and peered back inside.
     He was just in time to hear Monique ask, "I don't get it; how's that supposed to keep Steve from stalking you?"
     Christina shrugged again, "I don't know; I ain't into voodoo. Blows good bubbles, though." And with that, she blew another one, even larger than before.
     Steve suppressed a yelp as he body shot outward again, distorting like a funhouse mirror image. But his body grew wider than before, his round midsection sucking up his arms and legs and turning him into a giant human bubble. His round body inflated more as Christina blew, and he groaned as his body expanded and expanded, lifting his head higher into the air.
     Christina gently puffed the bubble as big as she dared, and soon the bubble covered her entire face.
     "Oh my God! It's huge!" said Monique. "Keep blowing! Keep blowing!"
     Steve sat helplessly on the lawn, still hearing the girls talk, but unable to do much else. He felt so full, like he was trying to contain a limitless amount of air pressure inside him. Only then did his dim mind finally accept the impossible--that Christina was getting her revenge on him after all!
     He made another muffled groan as he felt himself being gently but assuredly blown even larger. He probably would have called out for help, but there was a stubborn part of Steve's brain that didn't want to be caught in Christina's backyard. But then he swallowed when the thought hit him: What if she blew a bubble so big that he burst?!
     "Pop it!" said Danielle.
     Steve quietly whimpered, shaking his head, no...no...no!
     But Christina sucked in the bubble again, and Steve, no longer supported by his giant body, found himself briefly hanging in the air before gravity slammed him back onto the grass. "Ouch," he murmured to the dirt.
     "What's wrong?" asked Danielle. "You should've popped it!"
     "I don't want to get it in my hair," Christina whined.
     "Oh, for crying out loud, girlfriend!" said Monique, standing up and getting behind her. She took the young blonde's hair in her hands and began brushing it back into a ponytail. "There, now you won't get it in your hair. Blow it up really big, now!"
     Steve's eyes shot open again. He had to get up, bang on the window, and beg Christina to stop blowing bubbles! He had to apologize for stalking her and beg her to forgive him! Beg her not to want revenge on him! Beg her to...
     Unfortunately, that stubborn side of his brain chimed in.
     Hey! Bullshit! She dumped ME! She should apologize to ME! I'M the one who deserves revenge! She should be begging ME to forgive HER! What a bitch! What a--
     Damn.
     Too late, he realized that his body had just blown out again. He blimped out into a human bubble once again, feeling the air blow into him from some unknown source, inflating him even larger than the last.
     Christina's bubble was enormous. It again covered her face, and she had to resort to her peripheral vision to see the smiling faces of her friends, who began giggling and cheering her on. "God it's so huge!" said Danielle. "C'mon! Make it bigger!"
     Steve whimpered again, trying to shake his head, but his neck had been absorbed by his balloon body now, too. He was filling up the yard rapidly, growing so large he could now see the second story of the house.
     Danielle and Monique were too entranced by Christina's huge bubble to notice the one blowing up outside the window. They kept chanting, "Blow! Blow! Blow! Bigger! Bigger! Bigger!"
     Christina obliged them, gazing in disbelief as she tried to keep from laughing. Her bubble was so huge, it was bigger than her whole head! She never knew a bubble could be so big!
     But if anything, she became even more determined to pop it.
     So instead of gentle blows, she puffed with all her might, making the bubble surge in size with every breath.
     And Steve felt himself growing larger in powerful sudden surges, that pushed his body outward to the extremes, each one more of a strain than the last, growing until now he could see over the roof of the house. But soon that was all he'd ever see, because with another powerful surge of air, his head, the last of his human features, disappeared into his globular form, and now nothing but a giant growing bubble remained.
     And all the while, Danielle and Monique chanted: "Blow! Blow! Blow! Bigger! Bigger! Bigger!"
     And Christina puffed...
     And Steve grew...
     And she puffed...
     And he grew...
     And she puffed...and puffed...and...
     Pop! The bubblegum bubble burst, splattering onto Christina's face.
     Monique and Danielle clutched their sides, which ached with laughter.
     "Oh Gawd!" said Danielle, when she finally caught her breath. "I can't believe how big that got!"
     "Yeah," Christina chuckled, her humor tempered with the mess she had to pull off her face and out of her hair. "That was pretty cool, but somehow I doubt that solved my problem with Steve."
     Still chuckling, Monique turned and happened to glance at the window. "Girlfriend," she began, pointing to the glass, "what's that goo all over your back yard?"

Finis