Constellation Prize: Light as Hell (Patreon)

It has been an utterly bizarre week for Fran. What had started off as normal one turned odd. Monday and Tuesday where the same old routine of waking up, going to lectures and going home without much flare. Wednesday however he felt this strange presence. Hushed chattering in the distance which went quite whenever he turned around, along with an undeniable feeling of being watched made Fran a little uneasy. Thursday was more of the same, however one time when he heard chattering he turned fast. Fran saw a flurry of red and black in the very corner of his eye. He cut his chores short that day and headed home. The thought of calling the police crossed his mind but he felt crazy because…he thought he saw a tail. 

He closed his eyes wanting to get the day over. However, Friday was a jump in oddity.  Instead of his room, Fran woke up in what looked like the bedroom of a fancy manor. Odd patterns lining the walls making everything look so exquisite. He may have been kidnapped but to a mansion? It was so confusing. He didn't really understand why.  He got out of the bed and tried to explore however the door was locked. All Fran could do was look out the windows to see a red skyline filled with a weird city, covered in fires and chaos. 

Hell. He was in hell. 

Frans mind went wild with speculation. Had he died in his sleep? Maybe some creepy stalker had killed him after following him home. He had never been a bad person, even if he did like to tease his friends in unusual ways. He began to panic, trying to look at his reflection to see any injuries that may still be there. In his haste however, he accidentally bumped a table, sending a rather regal looking vase to the floor. It shattered loudly, snapping Fran out of his old panic into a whole new one. What if this was the devil's home, and breaking the vase was going to subject Fran to a whole new level of eternal torment. That was when he heard an oddly posh British voice call out. “He's awake!” Rather excitedly. Fran gulped nervously. Of course the devil is English. 

With fear in his heart Fran watched the door. His instincts told him to hide behind or under the bed but he knew that it would only delay the inevitable. Hiding from inescapable eternal torment felt almost pointless. He simply stood and waited , his heart pounding as loud as the footsteps coming down the door. As it flung open though, Fran was incredibly surprised. Instead of a goat horned red guy, or any kind of bat or goat or snake or whatever Fran was expecting , instead it was a very tall and incredibly lanky…owl man. Fran was surprised at first. Not just at the demons appearance but also at himself. For reasons he couldn't explain , he found this tall owl surprisingly hot.

“Ahh! My pet human is  finally awake. Finally! I didn't realize they were so lazy.” He excitedly said as he walked over to Fran, who stood like stone. He couldn't run. He couldn't even move. His eyes only followed the bird as he moved closer. It revealed just how tall he was. Fran wasn't short by any means, being 6 ft. Yet still, the demon stood far above him. Quickly came a flurry of motion from him, and before Fran realized, a deep red collar was placed around his neck. It was velvet soft on the inside however the outside was a firm leather. The bird held the leash attached to it, and gave it a tug pulling Fran against him. “You can call me Stolas. But  you can only speak when I give you my permission. Is that understood?” He asked. 

Fran was too frazzled to answer immediately. It was something he'd never experienced before and had no idea how to go forward. His face was practically crotch height. It made it so much harder to think when most of his vision was taken up by some incredibly plush looking thighs. His hesitancy angered Stolas who tugged his collar again, which pulled Frans face straight into The bird's legs. “I asked you a question, you will answer me.”

“Y..es Stolas. I understand.” Fran choked out, muffled a little lost in a sea of thigh. 

“Good pet. Tell me , what is your name? I might use it if you are a good boy.” Stolas asked as he gave the leash a little slack, letting Fran take a step back to look his new master in the eye. 

“F..Fran. My name's Fran.” He stammered, still so nervous and confused. 

“Ahhh…Franny. Blitzø picked me a good one. I must thank him extra for such a fine pet as you. Now. Come along. It's time for your first walk. I want to show you off  a little.” He commanded. He began tugging at the collar as he walked out the room. With little choice in the matter, Fran followed behind.

The poor pet felt utterly humiliated walking through the streets of hell. Every imp, demon and sinner they walked past cocked their head at the seemingly still living person getting tugged around hell by the Goetia prince. All the eyes on Fran made him feel so out of place and shy. Yet, every time he saw the slightly sadistic, slightly loving smile of Stolas it lightened his worry if only slightly. Fran had no idea where he was, or where he was going but he sincerely hoped that it would end soon. That he would wake up from this weird weird dream. Dream. Not a nightmare. Why wasn't it a nightmare? He didn't feel scared. Weirdly, it all excited him in a way even his deepest darkest desires couldn't fully justify.

Eventually Stolas stopped at a strange store front in the street. It was spacy themed, which clashed a little with the masses of red surroundings. Its sign read “constellation prize.”  the name seemed oddly familiar but in his dazed state, Fran couldn't place it. He had no idea what to expect but also had no  choice in the matter.  He was led by his collar into isles upon isles of little trinkets. Nothing he recognized yet all with this vaguest sense of familiarity. Stolas, seeing how much Fran seemed to be inspecting some of the items, smiled at him. 

“Go ahead my pet. Go explore a little. I trust you to not run free. Would be an awful shame for you to end up lost in hell without my protection.” He spoke in such a way that made it sound like genuine compassion instead of a daunting threat. Fran gulped nervously before nodding his head. With that, Stolas let go of his leash, wrapping it around Frans neck like a scarf, before heading to the far end of the store. 

Fran took this moment of isolation to think. To try to clear his head of this massive fog of confusion and humiliation. Yesterday was normal, today he woke up the pet of some owl demon. The worst thing was that he didn't mind. Something about not appealed to a part of Fran he never realized he had yet was there so strongly. Part of it had to be Stolas. So strangely hot to Fran he just couldn't justify it. With a slightly clearer head Fran began to look throughout the many shelves within the store.  It bugged him how familiar everything seemed. Obviously there where objects he knew. Snow globes, weird candies, all sorts of odd little items. The assortment made the place have a pawn shop sort of vibe with the lack of cohesion. 

Most weirdly was that the price on the items wasn't listed. For a second Fran thought it was a “if you have to ask you can't afford it” sort of situation, but the place seemed a little too run down and “rustic” for such a thing. 

Maybe he was just over thinking things. he shrugged to himself a little before returning to his little search. There was so many interesting things. Crystals in various shapes, large bound books which Fran didn't want to touch. As he moved around, Fran’s leash slowly unraveled from his neck. Dropping lower and lower as he moved around to check out the seemingly unending amounts of little oddities. It didn't really  register for Fran. Not until the leather strap tangled in his foot, causing him to stumble and fall into a shelf. His body bumping against it sent a bottle falling to the ground, smashing into pieces. Fran was unharmed , yet his stomach dropped and heart clenched. 

Stolas was going to be mad. 

Before Fran could even think about trying to hide the evidence of his accident, he heard angry bird chirping and two sets of footsteps rapidly approaching. Knowing his fate was sealed he felt the urge to run, but feared he wouldn't make it far. His body froze up until the furious red eyes of Stolas glared at him. “Look at the mess you made! I can't believe it. Leave you unattended for five seconds and you break something. I am very sorry Vee, I will pay for the damage.” he apologized profusely. That name sent a twinge of memory through his mind. His friend, Vee ,  also had a store called constellation prize. He never knew what they sold there but he had heard of it. But that was in the living room, no way could this be the same. 

The. The second figure appeared. They mildly looked like Vee yet there was something odd. Their skin was red, hair a darker redder brown. The highlight they usually had in their hair was gone, instead she had two large slightly ragged bunny ears. In fact she looked more bunny than human. However  there was the smile. a devious smirk filled with malice that Fran knew was Vee's.  He wanted to ask what was going on however Vee spoke first. “Not to worry, Mr Stolas. Our P-Potions are always flying off the shelves, they bottles are quite light after all. It may please you to know that they are on a sale today though. Two for one. If you buy the one you broke, you can take another home free with you.”  They offered. As they did they glared with that evil smile directly at Fran. Most hauntingly, Stolas joined in smirking before grabbing a second bottle from the shelf. “You have yourself a deal.”

Before Fran could do much as apologize, Stolas ripped the cork from the mouth of the bottle before rather forcefully putting it past Frans lips, placing his other hand into Frans jaw holding him in place. His eyes widened as a sweet , mildly fruity drink poured down into his mouth. He tried to hold back from swallowing it but the litre sized bottle just kept coming, he had no choice but to swallow. It hit his stomach weird, bubbling as if it was a fizzy drink yet it was flat within his mouth. All Fran could do is helplessly look up at Stolas, watching his sadistic smile as glue after glug of the mysterious potion dropped into his stomach. 

The second the bottle was empty, Stolas let go of Frans jaw and pulled the bottle away. The poor man staggered backwards , feeling a great discomfort brewing in his stomach. It felt bubbly and achy. To try soothe the ache, he wrapped his hands around his belly yet it did little.

 To stop the weird feeling. “Wh..what did you make me drink?” Fran asked fearfully. 

“What did I say about speaking out of turn, pet? Stay quiet or you'll be drinking a second one.” Stolas threatened, refusing to give the answer. Fran looked over to Vee hoping for some answer from them, but they only smirked snuggly. Thankfully someone in the room was very willing to tell Fran what was happening to him. Unfortunately for him, it was his own body. Fran noticed that the tall Stolas was looking … less tall? Once looking forward at the demon had put Frans sight on Stolas’s crotch but now he was head height with his belly. Looking over…Vee was looking weirdly shorter too …

It was only when Fran looked down he realized that he was floating. Immediately Fran began kicking his feet trying to find the ground again, feeling utterly helpless being disconnected from the ground. Fran quickly grabbed the shelf closest to him and tried to pull himself back down to the floor. He wanted to beg for help yet he feared what would happen if he drank more. That was when he saw the smirk on Vee growing. That's when they announced something  to Stolas. “You know…it only takes a sip to make your pet here float around. What you did with the whole bottle might have some Unintended side effects. You might want to take him out of the store while you can.” Frans eyes widened at such a warning. What could possibly happen next? He could still feel the horrific grumbling in his stomach, it made him feel so nervous. 

Stolas however took no mind of his pets growing distress, instead smiling as he grabbed Fran's leash. With one gentle tug, he pulled Fran away from the shelf , leaving him absolutely helpless in the sky once again. His body tugged him upwards higher and higher till the leash went taut. Fran found his feet dragging on the ceiling although getting any purchase on it was impossible with how he was being held.  Fran was nervous about being so floaty inside, but as Stolas began strutting towards the exit with him in tow, he realized that he would be out in the open held only by the leash around his neck.

Yet the potions effects where far from done tormenting Fran. He could feel the bubbling get more and more intense until he heard an odd creak from his gut. While it was hard for Fran to look down himself as he was pulled along by his head, he did move his hands down to feel it. His surprise came when his fingers hit his belly much sooner than he expected. Not only that but his skin felt weird. Rubbery. Almost like latex. “Oh God…I'm blowing up like a balloon!” He thought to himself. And it was true. A big , rounded belly was slowly pushing out. The bigger it got , the the tighter he felt and the more he felt his body pulling him upwards more intensely. He wasn't blowing up into any normal balloon. He was blowing up into a helium balloon. What was worst yet is that Fran loved it. The feeling of all the helium pressing against his belly sent shivers through his body that felt better that anything he had felt before. 

Stolas looked up at his inflating balloon in the making and smirked. “Oh my. Look at you grow. I wonder when you'll stop. If you will stop. It would all be such a shame if my brand new Pet ended up as pretty little scraps in the wind.” he taunted, which made Frans cheeks bright red. He didn't want to pop, but something about the threat made him feel even more helpless and so much hornier.  The door grew ever closer which made Fran blush even more. Soon it wouldn't just be Stolas watching him. It would be everyone. It was going to be humiliating. His mind started to feel overwhelmed; the pressure, the pleasure, the humiliation, and the anticipation. Fran helplessly whimpered and rubbed his stomach as he was helplessly dragged towards the outside.

The light of the outside bathed Stolas and Fran watched the door get closer and closer. He was then slowly pulled out. Part of Fran was desperate to stay inside and avoid the open. He was already getting gawked at so much when he was walking around as his normal self, people won't take their eyes off the floating, inflating ,and living human. Unfortunately for Fran, his body finally gave him what he wanted in a very twisted way. Just as he was getting dragged through the door, Fran felt his stomach pressing against the door frame. Both sides of the door frame. His eyes went wide and a whimper escaped his lips as Fran realized he was wedged. To make matters worse, his belly was swelling either side, making him even more stuck. Stolas tugged a little before tutting to himself. “Oh dear. What a bad little blimp. Getting himself stuck. I should just leave you there until the pressure from the frame pops you but it is someone's store. That would just be rude to them.” He threatened Fran, which made the blimp gulp nervously. That was when Stolas poked his head past Frans swelling body , yelling out. “Oh Vee! I might need a hand. My silly blimp got himself all stuck.” To Frans horror he could see all the passersby heads turn at the loud shout. There was the first surprise at seeing a Goetia demon strolling the streets, then the even greater surprise of seeing a human with a belly like a yoga ball stuck in a doorway. A crowd began to form and dozens of phones were pulled out, raking pictures and videos of the poor blimp. And Fran could do nothing but cover his face in humiliation. 

That was until Stolas took his hands, using them to try and pull at Fran. Unfortunately for both of them ,his gut has swollen quite tightly around the frame holding Fran in place. “Come on you stubborn balloon!” Stolas commanded as he pulled hard. Fran blushed and grained feeling all the tugging against his incredibly tender and sensitive stomach. It felt so impossibly good Fran almost didn't want it to stop.  However he knew if he didn't get free soon, Stolas might get fed up and just let him pop. He tried to find some percase with his feet to help push however Fran could do little but scrape and slide his shoes against the ceiling. That was when Fran felt a gentle pat on his stomach from within the store. “Should have known you'd be a bad little blimp , hmm?” Vee asked, taunting their friend. Fran blushed. Vee had always teased him in a friendly if mean way, he could just tell from their town that they were relishing every moment of this. To make Frans humiliation even worse, he felt his pants getting tight around his thighs and ass. It wasn't just his belly swelling anymore, it was his whole lower half. Fran blushed and even deeper bright red which made Stolas cock his head. “What's up with you Franny? My little blimp enjoying himself?” 

“M…my ass. It's…it's blowing up.” Fran stammered out nervously. Stolas smirked at the helplessness of his new pet. He lent in and gently kissed Frans cheek. 

“We better get you out soon then, I don't want to miss that.” He whispered. 

With Fran fully frazzled with his flustered he had become, Vee giggled and clicked their fingers. With that, the door frame finally let loose of its grip on Frans belly, letting him fly free. Immediately he regretted his wishes as he soared upwards. That's when he realized that Stolas didn't have his hands on his leash, having dropped it to try to tug Fran free. His eyes widened, afraid he would soar off into the sky. The helium building up within him was desperate to soar and quickly lifted him upwards, giving Fran an even better view of all the people looking up at him. All sorts of demons all laughing and pointing at the parade balloon in the making. Fran did his best to cover himself, but even his arms were starting to fill, making them harder to bend and move. Just as Fran began to see over the taller roof tops , he felt his leash pull tight. 

Stolas, at the absolute limits of his lanky frame, just about managed to snag the leash from the air. 

Fran felt relief wash through his body as he stopped rising. “That was close, wasn't it? My delightful little blimp.” Stolas called up,  with an ear to ear smile that was delightfully evil and smug on his face. Fran smiled back , happy to not be lost at the whims of the wind. However his joy was short lived, as he realized just how huge the crowd had gotten.  There was hundreds of people glaring at him, maybe thousands within all the surrounding buildings. All eyes on him , all watching as more and more of his human shape vanished into a unrecognizable mass of overfilled balloons. His skin even has a slight shine to it, looking rubbery.  Slowly Frans desperate attempts at covering his body turned into meek flapping off his hands and feet, it was all he could really do.

Now a helpless blimp, fully rounded and tight, Fran noticed Vee amongst the crowd. They smirked at him, giggling to themself as they watched him dangle around held down by the string of a leash Stolas had put him in. That was until Fran was yanked around. Stolas had begun walking down the street once more. “Come along. Just because you've made a fool of yourself does not mean I'm done with my errands.” He called up to Fran.  Some of the crowd followed behind him, wanting to see where the balloon, however others looked down at their phones. They were sending it to everyone and anyone they could. Fran was going to be hellwide famous. The living balloon. Stolas's new plaything. 

Fran, glaring over all below him, whimpered helplessly. He couldn't explain it, even if he was allowed to speak, but he loved every second of it. Most of all though, he couldn't wait to see what else Stolas had planned for him. 

delightful balloon @Franacisco2 getting taken by Stolas to the Constellation Prize store.