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Futanari’s hands felt sticky against Kawakami’s face. Hot and clammy, like they’d just been pulled out of her pants. 

Who am I kidding? thought Kawakami. Of course they were.

“Alright, here we are, nya! On the count of three, I’m gonna take my hands away, okay? Get ready to squeal in delight…!”

Because that’s my normal reaction to your surprises, isn’t it? Kawakami sighed. She didn’t know what she was going to see, but she already knew she’d hate it. 

“One… Two… aaaaaand Three!” 

Futanari’s hands flew away from her. Kawakami opened her eyes. Squinted. Blinked. And groaned. I don’t know what I was expecting. 

They stood near the edge of a cliff, a slender outcrop stretching over a sprawling forest. The sun lay low, dying the heavens in orange tones, and in the warmth of this sky floated hundreds of hot air balloons. It almost seemed wholesome…

…at least until one of the nearer balloons turned, revealing the terrified face of its swollen, naked body. 

“Ta-da!” said Futanari, rubbing against her. “Happy day off, nya!” 

Kawakami winced. There must be hundreds of them, all pumped into spheres twenty meters in diameter, their boobs and her buttcheeks blown to fat spheres to match, while their hands and feet were left poking out, thick and twitching. The air rang with the squeak of straining skin. 

“Well, nya, what do nyou think?” 

She suppressed the first few answers that occurred to her. What was the point in pissing Futanari off? It would only make things worse for her. “Thank you, Mistress. They’re so beautiful.” 

Futanari smiled at her knowingly. “I thought nyou’d enjoy them. Come on, let’s find the one I rented. They’re about to inflate her, nya!” 

“About to…?” 

Grabbing her wrist, Futanari dragged her over to a basket, where another Bakeneko stood with a naked, trembling young woman, swinging the nozzle of a nearby gas tank like a cowboy at the rodeo. “Howdy, partner! Ready to get this thing up in the air, nya?”

Futa giggled. “That’s right, nya! My maid can’t wait!” 

“Aw, is that true?” said the other ‘neko, giving Kawakami a smug smile. 

Kawakami contorted her own mouth into a passing imitation of one; the other catgirl snickered. 

“Alright, let’s get goin’ then, nya! Here nyou go, Mindy! Stick this down nyour throat!” 

The naked young woman shook, visibly tearing up. “B-b-but I–” 

With a roll of the eyes, the catgirl grabbed her by the mouth and forced the hose down her throat – Mindy spluttered, sounding like she might choke. Ignoring this, the catgirl spun the valve of the tank: there was a squeak, a hiss of escaping gas, and the first of many fat bulges of air flowed down the pipe and into the unfortunate Mindy’s mouth. “Mmmphf!” 

Her hands went to her stomach. A second ago she’d been relatively slender; now she had a visible bump, and with every second her gut curved a little more as bulge after fat bulge swam down the pipe and into her. “Mmmphf! Mmmphf!”

Kawakami stepped back, struggling to look, as Mindy’s belly reached peak gravidity and, with only the slightest pause, launched itself into an inhuman parody of pregnancy. In seconds, it was the size of a beachball, and in a few more it was twice that, skin squeaking with the strain, girth pushing her arms and her legs apart. Her breasts rose, forced upward by the sphere, and was it just Kawakami’s imagination, or were they growing a little larger too? 

Mindy rose into the air, her eyes shaking in terror.

Her belly continued to swell, a couple of meters in diameter now and gaining inches at an exponential rate. Her arms and her legs stretched, forced apart, while her nipples popped into fat cherries as the boobs behind them became watermelons. Her asscheeks bounced, engorged beyond belief, clapping as she struggled feebly against the gas.

Kawakami turned aside in disgust. A little part of her, however, couldn’t help but keep peeking. 

With a schlorp like a boot into mud, Mindy’s swelling stomach sucked her upper arms and legs in. Their lower halves lasted only a moment longer – she squeaked as her growing surface sucked them in up to her hands and feet, and still she continued to grow, larger and larger, rounder and rounder, harder and harder to recognize as human. 

By the time she finally stopped, her once slender figure had become a sphere almost twenty meters in diameter, suspended about a quarter of that off the ground and prevented from floating off by the hose in her mouth and little else. Her head poked out of the north pole of the globe, while her hands and feet wiggled somewhere around the 45th parallels. Her boobs and her butt were like a quartet of moons sucked too close to their mother planet. Jiggly moons – God, just look at them.

“Okay, here we go, nya!” The other catgirl produced an assortment of ropes and, with a series of skillful throws, succeeded in wrapping them around Mindy’s enormous body. Tying the other ends to the basket, she tugged to check they were secure, tossed the gas tank in, and hopped in beside it. “Alright, ready to take off, nya?” 

“Nyeah!” Giggling, Futanari dragged Kawakami in after her. 

It wasn’t like before they were in the air. Standing there under Mindy’s curving ceiling of a groin, listening to the smacking of her fat, bloated labia and watching the forest below sail by, it was almost possible for Kawakami to enjoy herself. Well, not really, but at least Futanari wasn’t trying to fuck her.

Futa’s fingers danced along her arm. “Hey~. Nyou know what would make this reaaaaally fun, nya?”