Looking for feedback on a quick little story I wrote, I also drew the picture that accompanies.
It had been over a year since the process had begun. Medical treatments, ten surgeries, a combined forty seven hours on the operating table, and another eight months of physical therapy and recovery to prepare her for this day. The day her wildest dream was to become a reality. The only disappointment was that it wouldn’t be as intimate of an experience as she would have hoped. Due to the experimental nature of the procedure, it would have to take place with her doctors in a sterile operating room. Still, it was worth it. If all went well over the next few hours, her life would be changed forever. She started off laying flat on the table, nude, her arms and legs spread wide, head tilted up. As the doctor approached she opened her mouth and lifted her tongue, exposing the small valve that had been implanted there nearly a year before. With concern in his voice the doctor asked her. “Are we ready to begin?” She replied in agreement, returning to her original position, mouth open and tongue lifted as the doctor continued. Carefully screwing a small tube to the valve and nodding to the nurse to begin. The nurse turned the knob on the machine before her as the sound of rushing air filled the room. Slowly at first as to not give the recipient laying on the table too much pressure initially.
Laid out on the table she could feel the cool air rushing inside her filling the space her surgeries had created between her skin and organs. The first to bulge was her middle, a small potbelly shape rounding from her torso as the rest of her began to fill out. The nurse turned the knob father, the air now moving faster as it made its way into the patient’s body. As her back began to round as well two more nurses tilted the table upwards allowing her to stand on the sides of her feet. The sphere of her torso continued to grow as it spread to include her thighs and upper arms. The opening of her womanhood pulled away from her pelvis and lowering along the curve as she expanded in all directions.
An hour in now she could feel the skin lift from her shoulders as it joined the roundness she was becoming, chest lifted from her ribcage, her breasts still retaining some small definition from the rest of her spherical form. The lower of the curve now rested on the floor, her legs splayed wide within the great sphere of skin that continued to grow.
Another hour passed and the procedure was near complete. Everyone present stood in silent awe of what they now witnessed. The once lithe young woman had been transformed into a sphere of skin filled with air. Stretched so full that only the faintest hint of finger tips and toes remained. Her head, now forced into that upward position, had joined the curve as the skin of her scalp lifted away from her skull, ears flattened along the surface framing the dimples around the openings of her eyes, nose and mouth. Measurements were taken, deeming that in truth, the young woman was a perfect sphere. Her face was flushed with delight, looking on at her new form in the mirror across from her. The first stage was complete.
The onlooking nurse turned another knob, ushering in more air to the already bloated body. The sphere began to pucker around the small outcropping of human features that still remained. The Doctor intently looked down to a pressure gauge and a small remote they held. Counting silently down, three, two, one… They pushed the button on the remote, releasing the divots out to meet the true curve of this human sphere. The inflating woman left out a soft sigh of relief as she felt the joints of her ankles, wrists, and neck pop free, allowing her new form to retain its perfectly spherical shape as it further expanded.
Finally, the hissing of air slowed to a stop. The nurses gathered and measured the woman’s circumference. She had been a slight five foot one prior, her rounded form now more than doubled that stature with a diameter of nearly twelve feet. With calculations complete and confirmed the woman was delighted to hear that her balloon of a body measured almost four hundred and fifty feet around. The hose was removed, the valve capped and she was able to speak properly for the first time since they began. Her first words expressing unending gratitude to those who had made this possible before being gently rolled into a custom prepared recovery suite.
It was a slow and arduous process, but after another year she had learned how to more or less function with this form. Regaining some independence through shifting her hips back and forth to perform a sort of hopping waddle to get around. For many basic things though, she still required assistance as simple tasks like brushing one's teeth or eating were made impossible with her nonexistent range of arm movement. Still she managed, rolling forward on to her front and leveling herself with a toothbrush on a mount, or leaning her face into a bowl eventually became second nature.
Three years on after the procedure she was able to live independently, only requiring small assistance if ever she got stuck in a narrow hallway or doorframe. It was at this time that she made no effort to hide her existence. She had proper clothes fashioned to fit her and took to parading herself publicly as if there was nothing different about her.
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