Scent of Ascent (Patreon)

It was just another magnificent summer's day with a delightful gentle breeze. For Amye , it was filled with the ever tantalizing smell of new fauna. They had been wandering when they stumbled upon the forest. One sniff of new nectars buried somewhere behind the trees was all the moth needed to drive them to explore. Amye loved flowers , the sweet scents filled them with a relaxing happiness that just couldn't be beat.  It was why the idea of whole new flowers with holey unique smells was so appealing.

Golden sunlight poured through the canopy over the white and red fluff of the moth. The warmth was so incredibly pleasant it made the long walk towards the source of the smells much more bearable. There were a few flowers in the meantime that Amye stopped to smell, never picking them. It felt rude too. Others could enjoy those flowers  too, it would be selfish to hoard them. Plus, one smell was enough to satisfy the moth's  curiosity. Amye was so focused on the path  bordering flowers they entirely missed a large wooden sign marked “Danger!”.

Amye kept following their nose until they stumbled upon an epic sight. A valley stretching as far as they could see. It was filled to the brim with flowers they had never seen  before. It was stunning , especially in the gorgeous summer sun. Their eyes widened looking at the veritable sea of sensations before them. Antenna twitching in anticipation. Amye rubbed both pairs of hands together almost greedily as they began to gently walk flower to flower to take deep smells. Their wings flapped excitedly as they gently walked  from lavender to lillys to lilacs with ecstatic glee..all smelled different to any they had smelt before yet with a delightful familiarity that the moth welcomed.

Their mind began to wander about it all. All these magnificent flowers, unlike anything else , why were they only growing here? Was it something about the soil that was unique? They had no idea. That was when the poor moth took a close smell of a beautiful flower that was a wonderful bubblegum pink. It had such a wonderful, almost honey sweet smell to it that Amye buried their nose deep within its petals without a second thought. That was when a voice called out behind them. “My my . Quite the eager moth here to admire my garden?”

Amye turned immediately in surprise , cheeks blushing caught in such a vulnerable state of indulgence. They were always a shy moth, being in a strange garden , looking at a strange woman only made things worse.  The lady ahead of her looked like a bird but was…off. her body seemingly covered in leaves and petals. Amye tried to awkwardly blurt out  an apology but found that their lips were already open, wrapped around a long vibe coming from the flower. “Aww…what a shame. I thought you were sweet, smelling my flowers and being so respectful. Unfortunately you just stumbled upon the floating forsythia and sniffing that specific flower unfortunately activates it…” the plant-bird lady cut herself off as a hissing filled the air. “Sporing process.”

The moth cocked their head at the odd hissing sounds until they felt their mouth fill with gas. Like a deep breath in. A deep breath in that just didn't stop. Amye’s cheeks began to puff with it. At first they tried to push it back out but even with all their might they couldn't empty their mouth. The flower , seemingly irritated with Amye’s efforts, pushed its hose-like vine deeper into them. It wasn’t uncomfortable , Amye wouldn't have noticed if it weren't for the fact the gas was now pumping straight down into their stomach. Their eyes widened as their belly began to slowly puff up. All four of their hands came up and began trying to snatch the vine from their mouth yet it stubbornly did not budge an inch. Much unlike their belly which was bulging out many inches with each second passing.

“Yeah that's not going to work. Sorry. Don’t worry…you won't be harmed. The plants are just going to puff you up…really big. It's how it spreads its seeds! It's quite brilliant actually. You are filling with a lighter than air gas that contains microscopic seedlings. Once you are…primed, you'll lift up and slowly release the seeds over the ground below. I will have to go collect them of course, can't have these growing outside of the garden or else they will be everywhere! I don’t need that kind of attention.” the plant-bird lady rambled on, almost as if Amye wasn’t currently turning into a blimp. Their belly kept swelling , getting rounder and tighter yet…lighter. Amye could already feel their gut tugging upwards. Before they could even really process this, their ass too began to puff up, creaking with fullness. To add to the shy moth’s utter embarrassment, they let out a quick little toot. A puff of pink gas escaping their behind.

Feeling this bizarre sensation in their ass, Amye moved their two smaller arms down , gently rubbing the tight skin to try to soothe the aching feeling. However it only added to the oddity. They could feel their butt swelling into their fingers , pushing them apart rather rapidly. The plant-bird came forward “just breathe. As someone who's been hit by these things a couple of times , I promise you things start to feel a lot nicer once you're past the initial shock of it. “ She was surprisingly nice to Amye despite the moth being a trespasser, although that was a little lost on them given their odd state of swelling.

Unable to really do much about the hose vine, Amye resigned themselves to their odd fate. They moved their bigger hands down to gently cup their swelling belly. The plant-bird was right, as the shock of being turned into a balloon wore off, it was slowly being replaced with a pleasant warmth. Less of an uncomfortable tightness and more of a satisfying warmness. It made the moth rub their belly even more , wanting to feel every second of their growth. Even as their thighs began to join in, giving Amye a rather thick pear shape that was only getting bigger by the second.

Another fart escaped the moth's ass. Thankfully for them, it was entirely smelless. It did make the moth blush still feeling embarrassed. A little more now given the fact they were starting to enjoy it. Their cheeks reddening softly at the thought of just how big they were going to get. The thought of being a big round tight blimp was becoming more tantalizing as it became more and more real. The moth noticed that the swelling was traveling up their chest , puffing out  , pushing against their lower hands lifting them off their ass. Amye paced around nervously , not able to do much else with just how much gas kept pumping into them.

That was when Amye felt it. Their feet slowly lifting up off the grass. It was only for a second at first before they drifted back downwards, only lifted by a small breeze. “goodness, awfully light already. I always forget you moths are mostly fluff.” The plant-birb mumbled  as she moved closer and gently poked their stomach, feeling how tight it had quickly become. Even that gentle poke was enough to send Amye backwards. They stumbled, but found that as their legs had thickened and filled, they had also become stiff and harder to move. They tried to correct their footing but just couldn't move their legs. Amye whimpered , bracing to fall on their ass.. however…the ground never came. They didn't drop an inch. In fact , they raised a few.

It was such an odd experience. Feeling their body tighten yet feeling oddly…free. The air below and above gently caresses their swollen skin with each gust of breeze.  A thought occurred to the moth. Normally their wings were far too small to actually lift them off the ground for more than a second. But now…they were already off the ground. With a little flutter of Amye’s wings they began to float upwards a little higher. Their eyes widened with the excitement that they were able to fly, so they immediately began to flap their wings more. It caused the moth to float higher and higher , barely paying attention as their arms began to inflate like the rest of them.

The moth was so caught up with being able to fly around that they didn't see the plant-birds face harshing into a scowl. “Hey! Maybe try flying back to the ground? The higher you go through more of a pain it's going to be for me to clean this up after.” She asked. But Amye couldn't hear her over the sounds of their body creaking , as well as the rare but growing more frequent farts that escaped her rear. they kept flapping their wings , floating around the air with joy. “or…not. Silly moth, don't they realize that tugging on the vine only makes it faster. Wait, damn I didn't tell them that bit…” she grumbled. Looking up at the moth flying fifteen feet up in the air. Just at the height where the long hose-like vine of the flower finally ran out of length…

The vine let out an odd BWOING as it buckled tight, immediately followed by the kissing getting far more aggressive. Clueless as to why , Amye could only gulp nervously as a sudden surge of gas was pumped down their throat. Their body bulged out , rounder and rounder by the second. The suddenness of the surge caused Amye's mind to become a little hazy. The pressure. The pleasure. Both mounted. Both raised as high as they floated. They flapped their hands as all four slowly began sinking into the big round ball that made up their body.

Their farts had become constant and larger than any Amye had ever heard. The pressure building within her was immense, which only made the gas worse. Amye felt like a helium balloon that had been un-tied with all that pushed out of them , yet paradoxically they just kept getting bigger. The plant-bird on the ground below smirked at the pleasant shade the big round moth was making. “While I prefer the canopy for shade, it's nowhere near as cute as you,” She teased, looking up with a smirk at the slowly rounding moth. “Such a shame I won't have much longer with you before the wind takes you away.”.

Amye still heard none of her teasing words from her creaking , farting state. They did get the feeling it had to end soon, well they would have been had it not been for the haze of pressure. Their hide was getting stretched thin, running out of room to grow. Thankfully the flower knew this, slowly closing off its gas stream. It got slower and slower before it finally let go of Amye , the vine falling back down to the ground. their first instinct was to take a deep gasping breath as they hadn't been breathing much . Yet they found it hard to open their mouth as their chest pushed her jaw shut.

But Amye could feel it. The wind had them. The wind and the light gas lifting them upwards. The breeze so easily carried them so easily, Amye soared higher and higher. Each glance of passing air felt like the most tender of strokes against their overstretched body. It would have been tranquil if not for the fact they kept farting, tooting pink clouds that slowly covered the grounds in hundreds of the bizarre flower spores across the forest below. All the whole…Amye had a dazed smile. It felt so good.

Who knew flying around as a balloon would feel so good.

this is a gift for @Franacisco9 (twitter)