Puffor and the Witch Doctor

My name is Puffor. My name comes from my love and passion for inflatables and balloons. I love everything about balloons, the way they inflate, the way they sound, the way they feel, and above all else, the way they deflate all around the place. Every night I would lay down in bed thinking what it would be like to be a balloon myself. To be blown up and then released to fly around. But I didn’t think there was a way for that to even happen.

That is, until one day…

I was walking down the street when I came across a female witch doctor. I just overheard her saying that she needs a flat and used balloon. Apparently it was the last thing she needed to make some type of magic soup. I just so happened to have something like that in my pocket, and I gave it to her. It was perfect, turns out. She was able to make a cauldron of magic soup without flaw. She was so grateful for my help, she wanted to return the favor by making one of my greatest desires come true. I would’ve declined then and there, but she already insisted. Taking a cup of her soup, and me by the arm, we went to an empty warehouse nearby.

Once there, she told me to just drink the cup to get started. It didn’t taste good, but it wasn’t bitter either. Suddenly, my whole body started to feel tingly. I looked down at myself to see that my limbs are a little more shiny now, and I felt more flexible - WAY more flexible. I was surprised to see what was happening. That magic soup had transformed me into a new type of person, one with super stretchy superpowers.

But the witch doctor wasn’t done yet. In order to test the magic effect, and help make my dream come true, she had looked around the warehouse while I was transforming to find a hand pump. She stuffed the nozzle into my mouth and took some steps back.

And then, as soon as she began pumping, I began to inflate.

I couldn’t believe it was actually happening. My whole body was becoming a balloon, just like I always dreamed of. I wasn’t even fighting back. Everything about that moment just felt so amazing. With every pump of air being chugged down my throat, my body grew fatter and rounder with air. The creaking sounds I kept making only inspired me to grow bigger. Then, with a big FWOOMPH!, my whole body turned into a squeaky, rubbery orb, with my limbs reduced to divots.

The witch doctor was still pumping more air into me. All I could do was watch my clothes stretch over my growing body and feel the divots that are my limbs become fatter. It wasn’t long before I got so big, my head hit the roof of the warehouse. Yet the witch doctor was still going. She pumped, and pumped, and pumped, and I filled up more space in the warehouse with every pump. I was almost at the corners of the place when..

*CRASH!!* My body finally burst through the roof.

But as soon as it did, the witch doctor stopped pumping. She popped the hose out of my mouth, and went back to her cauldron in the alleyway to watch what happened next. I was actually a little disappointed. I was hoping she would stay and pump me up some more, help me truly achieve my desire to be a human balloon. So I decided to take matters into my own hands. I had to keep ballooning. I wanted to be enormous! So big, I wouldn’t be able to handle all the pressure, then deflate to do it all again!

So I started to inhale and swallow, inhale and swallow, one huge breath after another. With each one I took, my body swelled even larger. My head sank deeper into myself, and my divots disappeared. I was now a perfectly round, super sized sphere, still growing bigger by the minute.

Being so buoyant and full was a whole new thing for me, and I loved every minute of it. So much, I took it one step further. I concentrated on taking in one more breath. I breathed in, and in, and in, to what felt like a superhuman breath, the biggest breath I could manage now. Then I puffed my cheeks out to the size of grapefruits, closed my mouth, and tried to hold in all the pressure.

*FFFFFFFFOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!*

To my surprise and sheer excitement, that technique helped me expand bigger and faster than ever before. My eyes widened as my head sank ever so deeper into my body, to the point where I can’t see anything but a hint of light. It also grew harder to hold it all in, but that was the idea. I continued to hold my breath while all the pressure built up more and more and kept blowing me up like a giant balloon.

Bigger, and bigger, and bigger, until…

*PPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT!!!*

My mouth finally gave out! A huge force of air started to escape from it, and I deflated and flew around in all directions. I flew up, down, and all around the entire city landscape. Soon, when every last ounce of air was exhausted, I fluttered down to the ground, back to where it all started. I was as flat and shriveled as a recycled piece of paper, very happy for achieving my greatest desire and relieved from releasing all that pressure. After all that, I blew up my body back to its original state and thanked the witch doctor. She even told me more about my powers before we parted ways.

That was the last time I saw the witch doctor, and that rubber human superpower she gave me had been with me ever since. Now I often spend my free time trying to blow myself up as big as I was that day, maybe even bigger, before I deflate myself, then do it all over again.