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It was the third day of the world renowned Fantastical Ferry Factory  yet Dylan had felt a little cheated by the whole experience. The younger man had been sold on the cruise by the ads he had seen around. Hey and all his friends had been looking for a great holiday to celibate finishing college. Dylan, being the most “party animal” of the lot was given a lot of credibility when choosing the venue. That was when he saw a private cruise that was ridiculously cheap. He  couldn’t pass it up and neither could any of his friends when they voted on it. However it was only once the cruise ship set sail he quickly realized that there was not a single drop of alcohol aboard.

The whole thing had actually been devised by a successful candy maker , a odd person by the name of Abalone Malone. A Non Binary candy-maker who made the strangest concoctions that seemed to defy any and all reason. They where incredibly popular for their oddities , the strangest thing being their factory. The whole thing resting upon a cruise ship which sailed across the world to sell candies. They became so insanely popular that countries would try paying top dollar to secure a visit, yet Abalone Malone simply followed some untraceable path. Dylan didn’t realize how special the tickets he got was , such a thing was really a once in a life time experience. Instead of enjoying it however, he was annoyed it wasn’t a booze cruise. Unfortunately he couldn’t thrive in that annoyance as all of his friends where having the best time of their lives, eating weird candies and playing games aboard the deck. He however had tucked himself into the deeper parts of the ship to try and find something to drink.

That was when Dylan stumbled upon a rather odd looking room.  It was shaped almost like a chocolate chip , round and thicker at the bottom before curving towards a circular just within the centre of the ceiling. Below it laid an odd circular well filled with swirling , bubbling liquid. Dylan moved closer to inspect the well and saw a large fan above him spinning quite rapidly within a incredibly tall shaft. “must be one of the funnels...” her thought. Before he could care about much else.  He spotted something beautiful. Shelves upon shelves of green bottles filled with bubbling liquid. To his drink desperate mind, it looked like beer. Weird beer, but beer was enough for him. He snatched one of the bottles and popped the top off. It had an odd smell to it , but he didn’t care enough. He drowned the whole drink within one long glug. The taste was strange. It wasn’t beer for sure , more like a soda. It was sweet and had a fruitiness. Lime. It was phenomenal. Yet his own personal bitterness got in the way.

“God damn this cruise has no drinks! Not even weak shit. I swear I’m going to pop my top if I don’t get a good damn....” as he was speaking, a grumbling was starting in his stomach getting louder and louder. A bubbling was almost audible by the time he fell silent. It was incredibly fizzy , he could feel it as ran down his tongue. It was nice before but with every second it felt like it was getting fizzier and fizzier.  It felt like he needed to burp yet something Stopped him entirely. “guh... Thats...strong stuff.”  He groaned. The bubbling grew louder and soon there came...a creak? Unsure of the source of the sound Dylan looked around before his eyes fell on his own stomach. What had once been a mild beer belly was now a full blown bloated bulge within his tropical shirt .

Dylan’s eyes widened at the new belly pushing against his shorts buttons. He poked it in confusion , and he felt the pressure behind his taught skin, yet he didn’t feel overly full. Maybe a little overfilled like after a big dinner. Yet he looked like he swallowed a basket ball. The fizzing inside of him was getting louder and louder which took Dylan’s full focus, not even realizing as he was slowly getting just a little lighter.  Looking closely at his stomach he watched it grow. It was slow , but getting faster as if the bubbles where making more bubbles themselves. It felt insane , he didn’t know what to do and began to panic. Looking from side to side , his eyes focused on the bubbling liquid in the centre . To his desperate mind , it could only be one thing. “must be the cure!”

He began wobbling over to it, however the motion seemed to make his fizzing belly even worse. In turn, his stomach swelled even faster, quickly sending one button across the room and revealing the belly underneath. Dylan had to stop for a second to look at it, before realizing that his skin had a slight squeak to it..”what the hell is happening to me?” he asked uttely confused. Even with that he couldn’t deny that the fullness felt good. Great even. Feeling his top and shorts constrict on his beLly felt absolutely incredible. He even grabbed the back of the colourful top before pulling it more firmly on his bulging tummy. It send shivers down his back and put a smile on his lips. Even as his belly sent another two buttons flying off. “w…why does this feel so …good?” he mumbled to himself. Despite how good he felt , he kept towards the well. He brought his hand down and cupped the liquid out, before bringing it to his lips to drink it down. Unfortunately for Dylan , this was very much not the cure and only made things drastically worse. The bubbling went from a normal stomach groan to filling the entire room with violent bubbling. Within his first laboured breath, his belly doubled in size. The remaining buttons of his shirt popped off and he staggered forwards. As if to balance him back up,  his ass suddenly bulged outwards tightening his shorts. It was all so intense that Dylan panted and groaned. He looked back to  his own rear and gasped at its surprising size . Yet...there was no fear, in fact he just reached back and squeezed the ballooning cheeks before smirking. “ohhh....yes. this...feels so good...” his mind was now resolute.  Dylan wanted more.

The drinks within him where mixing into more and more bubbled causing his belly and rear to swell more and more. His thighs and hips joined in making Dylan look fatter with every second  yet he adored it, reaching back into the well to take sip after sip until his hole head was within it gulping it down wanting to be humongous. His body was racing to that goal, each sip causing a surge of bubbles causing him to fill  even faster. His legs plumped up underneath him and his arms began to get stiff as the gas began to bulge up within them. Yet he fought that fullness to keep drinking from the well. That was until his head  started to  lift away. He tried to bring it back down but it was steadily getting further away. Looking around he noticed it wasn’t just his head. His whole body was lifting away from not just the well but the whole ground. He was floating upwards! Truly becoming a balloon as his body inflated and lifted up . His initial disappointment at loosing access to the drink was relieved by the amazing bubbling feeling within him, pushing against the inside of his belly as it lifted him upwards. “mmphhh… yes…bigger.” He moaned out. His body was complying happily , dragging him upwards faster and faster. With Dylans face pointed downwards, he forgot all about what was above. That was until the buoyancy of his gut span him around to face the ceiling or…lack thereof. Most concerningly  , there was the fan spinning above.

He began to panic , flapping his hands and feet to try move his body. Yet the upwards pull from all the bubbles building within him was far too strong to fight against. He felt like a billion balloons where tugging him into the air , yet it was all him. He was the balloon. Although…it was a challenge to focus on the concerns when his shorts where pulling tighter on his body , even his unbuttoned shirt had grown tight on his now swollen back and arms. His body creaking and groaning in protest at the ridiculous amount he had grown , yet there wasn’t a hit of pain within him. Only pleasure as he goes higher and higher. Just as he gets close to the entrance of the funnel, his ass bulged out once again which sent his body spinning once more. This left Dylan watching as the ground getting further and further away , getting closer and closer to the fun until…

FNNNKK

His ass wedged itself within the funnel. It squeaked as his body kept trying to push deeper and deeper into the funnel. Dylan’s head even began to push towards the ground as his body inflated around the point he was wedged in. As he swelled , a door Flung open and Abalone Malone walked in followed by all of Dylan’s friends . They where telling the tour all about the room , which Dylan was accidently becoming privy too . “This room is the engine room. Back before I had this cruising factory I was desperate to make the fizziest soda ever. Make one sip enough to leave your belly bubbling all day.  I perfected in these Limeaid sodas which I called limelight. Unfortunately the bubbles are actually a helium based gas , making them incredibly lifting. Drinking the whole soda would leave a person quite the bloating. It didn’t sell well and I was left with an extensive stock of it. However! I realized that when i mixed Limelight with a lemon flavoured booster I managed to create the ultimate flavour based fuel which I call Spritrous. The incredible amount of bubbles this produces is enough to turn a massive turbine which creates the forward…” their sentence ran short as Malone looked up and spotted the incredibly bloated bubble of a man blocking the view of the turbine they where discussing. However instead of upset, they only smirked “And as you can see with your friend Dylan, Drinking spritrous can cause quite severe reactions. Don’t worry for him , the feeling is actually quite enjoyable.” They announced.

Dylan could only watch as all of his friends pulled out their phones and began taking pictures of him in all his shame. Yet he didn’t care , his biggest worry was being stuck and that didn’t matter compared to the tight feeling of the pipe around his rump and back  which was enough to keep a smile on his face. Abalone Malone glanced back up with a little chuckle “Enjoying yourself? Luckily for you I have a few of these engines to keep the cruise going forward. The soda will wear off over the next few hours, although you’ll probably be stuck with a bit of bloating for a while. I do have a floating room if you wish to do all of this again without blocking up my factory. “ they offered. Dylan smirked and nodded his now fat puffy face , unable to properly with how tight he had become.  He had finally found a good drink he would enjoy all the way back home. Maybe he would buy a bottle or two for … long weekends. Music , made of mostly ukulele and light steel drums  started to play over the speakers. Abalone Malone clapped their hands before announcing “please welcome the beloved Cheer Crab Crew! A few dozen men and women walked out holding pom poms, they began to sing and wave their hands around wildly.

“Drinks are a good way to bound ,

But one can get overly found.

While booze can cause a gut bloat

Spirtrous can make you float

Dylan should learn whats enough,

Now he is lighter than fluff.

Taken to the sky , hitting the roof

Head our words for they are truth

Getting tispy can be much fun

But try not to drink a tonne

And while he does lack any weight ,

Do try avoid Dylan’s fate. “

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