Voo-You Supernova

It’s a beautiful, sunny day, and I, a small and petite young lady, am outside in a meadow, watching hot-air balloons go by. I’m just looking up at every last one of them…with envy.

“Man, life’s no fun if you have to live with being the smallest out of almost everyone and everything around you. I wish I was bigger.”

“So you want to be big, huh?”, says a dark and creepy voice.

“HUH?! Who said that?!” I look around only to find a pair of floating hands, one holding a leaf blower, the other holding duct tape and a black weather balloon.

“This black little marvel will be the answer to all your problems,” the hand says while rubbing the balloon over my belly, side by side. “Soon, you’ll never have to worry about being tiny ever again.” The hands strap the balloon’s nozzle with the nozzle of the leaf blower, and tape them both together.

“Enjoy your new big life.”

They turn the leaf blower on, and the balloon starts to inflate. While it does, I feel some pressure rising in my belly. I look down to notice that I'm inflating, just like that balloon! And it feels…..AWESOME!!

My belly expands to the size of a yoga ball, so big I can’t stand up anymore. I lose my balance and fall on the ground with a bounce. My butt has already expanded as well to cushion my landing. Soon it grows big enough for me to turn around and see it. Then I feel the same pressure rising in my chest. I look down at my breasts and watch them balloon to the size of watermelons. I’m now rendered immobile. With the available movement I have left in my arms, I grope my own inflating body. When I do this, I can hear squeaking and creaking sounds as my body parts rub against each other. I giggle.

Seconds later, my arms spring apart, and the pressure goes around my back. All the air inside me turns my chubby body into a round orb with divots.

I can’t believe it! All of this is me! I, who was once a small and cute little thing, am now even more cute, and about the size and shape of a boulder. Not only do I look large, I feel large. My head is neck deep under my own body, and I can hardly stick my hands and feet out from it. And it’s all thanks to that black Voo-You weather balloon. But I think I’ve had enough now. Any bigger and I don’t think anyone could roll me anywhere.

“Uh, Mr. Hands? You can stop inflating me. I think I’m big enough now.”

“Who says you are?” The hands bark back.

“Huh?”

The hands turn up the power of the leaf blower, inflating the balloon even more, which inflates me even more and puffs up my cheeks. The conversation keeps going while it does.

“Seriously, I’ve had enough. I don’t want to get any bigger. Are you even listening to me?”

“We’ve already told you, you’ll never have to worry about being tiny ever again. We plan on making you so big nobody would even think about it.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m past that point already…”

“Nonsense! Isn’t this all you ever wanted? Didn’t you want to be bigger?”

“Yeah, but…”

“And bigger?”

“Oooh, so tight…”

“And BIGGER?!”

By now the leaf blower is in full blast, and now I’m so big, my divots disappear. I’m now as tall as the trees and still growing.

“Please stop! I’ve already told you I’ve had enough, and if you keep this up, I could…Mpph! Mmmmmmppphh!!”

Aw, man! My cheeks are so puffed up now, they’re muffling my speech, and my head is too deep in my ballooning body. Anything I try to say now would never be understood. Too much of a good thing truly is a bad thing…

…So why do I still love it so much??

My growth continues straight past the mountains, up through the clouds and into orbit. All I can do is sit and whimper as I outgrow the Earth and its neighboring planets, as well as the routes between them. As I keep inflating from there, my body starts to creak and shake all over, and I can feel the pressure rising. Uh-oh, I must be reaching my limits. I’m about to explode! And yet, it still feels so good…

Soon my body inflates so unbelievably huge, it outgrows every last inch of the galaxy. Unable to keep growing, it just groans, creaks, and shakes more violently while the pressure keeps increasing. Meanwhile, back on Earth, the black balloon is about at its limits as well.

“Bye-bye, cruel world,” the hands say. “This is what happens when you judge a book by its cover.”

*KAPOW!!*

The balloon hits its bursting point and pops. A second later, I feel like I’ve hit mine as well. My face and body turn red, and I close my eyes as my body expands one last time with a big FWOOMP…

And then…..

*KKAAAABBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!*

I finally go off, letting out a humongous explosion that blows away everything in the galaxy for lightyears. All that remains in the epicenter of it all are shards of my own body, and my disembodied head just floats in the middle of it all, alone in space.

Yet somehow, I’m still breathing!

I open my eyes immediately. I find my own body is back to normal, and in one piece. I also find myself back on Earth, in my own bed, and it’s the middle of the night. Turns out all of that was just a nightmare. Before I go back to sleep, I notice something on top of my bed sheets. It’s a black weather balloon, just like in my dream.

Now I remember. I was planning on using the power of the Voo-You Balloons to finally become bigger and taller than anyone’s ever been, and I was planning to start on the super rare black one. But after that nightmare, I think it’s best I stick with the more common colors. I hide the black balloon somewhere deep within my own makeup drawer next to me, where I know it’ll be safe. Then I go back to sleep.

That’s when I start having a new dream. In this dream, there’s a small and petite young lady, blown up big enough to become the new biggest planet in our solar system, and is very, very happy in her predicament.

“So huge…”