Ballooning Business (Patreon)

WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Male to Female, Inflatable, Dinosaur TF

   In need of work, a young man named Quinn takes on an advertising job at Kianna's World of Bizarre Balloons, not realizing the eccentricities that were put into an inflatable dinosaur suit. This is a story for squeakywriter (https://www.deviantart.com/squeakywriter), the personal choice winner of my DA 2000 watcher contest.

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   Being just a few dollars short of broke was what drove Quinn to go wandering around the rundown part of town. He was attracted to the out of way shop by a job posting he found online claiming decent pay with easy labor. Happy just to find something that could support him, Quinn made sure his brown hair was properly styled and his blue collared shirt was free of wrinkles before he turned the corner onto the right street.

   Sandwiched between two larger buildings, the shop was comparatively microscopic at only two stories in height. Despite this, the owner had gone to great lengths to keep the windows clean to show off the variety of strange and unusual wares inside. Stepping up to the door, Quinn tilted up his head to see in bright red letters “Kianna’s World of Bizarre Balloons” above the entrance. Confirming the name matched the description in the job posting, he stepped inside.

   Quinn was left in awe at the small army of balloons surrounding him. Everything from party balloons to full on lawn inflatables were strewn about the shop with tags hanging from them. His head constantly whipped back and forth as he ventured further inside, not wanting to miss a single one of the unique creations. Too busy staring at a bouncy castle covered in pink glitter housing a pool toy of a unicorn mixed with a dragon, he nearly ran right into the counter where he found what appeared to be a giant, technicolor, inflatable bear moving stock around.

   Upon Quin tapping his finger against the bell on the counter, the bear stopped what it was doing. Pulling down the zipper on its back allowed a woman with frizzy red hair tied up in a ponytail to step out. Gently putting down the suit, she smoothed out the wrinkles on her striped, red and white collared shirt and straightened out her jeans. Putting her elbow against the counter, she greeted Quin with an eager smile.

   “Why hello there,” she said. “Sorry about the wait. Can’t really talk to customers while inside the suit. What can I do for you? We’re having a special today on bouncy slides. Rent one for an hour, the second hour is half off.”

   “Actually I’m here for the job,” Quinn said. “I’m looking for your boss.”

   “That’s me,” the woman said, proudly pointing at the nametag on her shirt. “You’re standing in the presence of the legendary Kianna herself. Owner and best employee of this establishment. Who might you be?”

   “Umm…Quinn. Quinn Sessle. We talked over the phone just a few days ago.”

   “Quinn, Quinn,” she repeated, tapping her finger against her forehead in an attempt to remember. All of a sudden her eyes lit up as her smile grew wider. “Are you the one that applied for the advertising job?”

   “Yes.”

   Leaping over the counter, Kianna wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. “Oh thank god! You have no idea how long I’ve needed someone to fill that position.”

   “Glad to help,” he replied, struggling to breathe under the pressure of her grateful hug. “When do you want me to start?”

   “Now,” Kianna replied, dropping him to the floor as she scurried back behind the counter.

   “Wait, no interview, no background check, nothing?”

   “Yup,” she said, tossing things aside in her search. “You’re the first and only person who’s applied for the job and you look nice enough.”

   “How do you know I’m even qualified to work here? I think your creations are neat, but I have no idea how they work.”

   “You don’t need to,” she replied, tossing him a bundle of green rubber. “Like the ad said, no skill required. You just need an open mind and a go-getter attitude. Now follow me up to the roof and we’ll put you through a test run.”

   “What about the shop?” he asked as he struggled to hold onto his heavy load.

   “Look, there’s a reason I needed to hire someone to advertise this place,” she said, already half-way up the stairs. “Just come on up and I’ll show you. The shop will be fine. Not like a thief can get far without someone noticing my work anyway.”

   Practically dragging the mass of rubber up with him, Quinn managed to make it to the rooftop. Kianna was already busy working on a pair of machines, a pump and a compressor used for saving time when inflating her creations. Upon giving the devices a once over, she turned on her heels towards Quinn.

   “Going have to put some pep in that step if you’re this slow,” she said. “Come on, lay out the suit along the ground and get started.”

   “I’m sorry, the what?”

   “You’ll see in a moment.”

   Still not used to Kianna’s unique behavior, Quinn did as he was told and rolled out the mass of rubber. As he spread out the material he gradually pieced together what it was. The shape resembled a green dinosaur, complete with a scaly patterns drawn along the skin, a spiky tail, and large fangs sticking out of the mouth. While the make was impressive, he couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed when comparing it to the extravagant creations downstairs.

   “What do you want to do with this thing?” Quinn asked.

   “Like I said, it’s a suit,” Kianna answered, putting her hand on his shoulder. “You’re staring at your work uniform.”

   “My what?”

   “You heard me,” Kianna replied as she hauled over the electronic pump. “Your main duty at the shop is going to be bringing in customers. I can’t think of a better way to do it than to show off one of my more impressive creations.”

   “And do that you want me to wear it?”

   “Yup,” she said, flipping over the inflatable dinosaur to show the zipper in the back. “Quit stalling and put it on. Once you get settled in it’ll all come natural to you.”

   Telling himself that he had done worse things for less money, Quinn kicked off his shoes and put himself inside of the suit. Standing up straight, he felt a noticeable sag in the legs of the suit. The arms were no better, the rubber hands hanging several inches below his regular ones. Struggling to get the snout in the right spot, he took solace in the fact that at least the eye holes worked.

   “You about ready?” Kianna asked as she slipped him in.

   “As I’ll ever be,” he replied, watching her bring over the pump.

   Quinn jumped a little as he felt the end of the pump get fitted into the air hole beneath the tail. Fiddling with the settings on the machine, Kianna turned on the pump and stepped back. The machine whirred to life and sent a steady flow of air into the suit. The once loose limbs of the dinosaur started to fill out, becoming more manageable to move around in. As he felt the tail straighten off to show its rubber spikes, Quinn started to get a hang of what the suit could do.

   His confidence faltered the moment he heard something move against his tail. Looking over his shoulder, he watched two curvy butt cheeks spring to life. Turning back to the front he was further confused by the sight of a buxom pair of breasts jutting out further from his chest with each passing second.

   Pressing his hand against his swelling breasts, he recoiled as a slight twinge was sent through his body. Daring to touch his puffed up nipples, he could feel every motion as if it were his actual skin. His fingers traced over the entirety of the suit as it continued to inflate, slowly realizing that it had become his actual body. Opening up his mouth to ask Kianna what was going on, he watched the suit’s snout move and his soft, rubber teeth graze against one another. Whipping his tail back and forth with relative ease, he hazarded to reach towards his groin. His reptilian eyes went wide as he felt the folds of a rubber vagina where his manhood used to be.

   “What the hell is this?” he shouted out, his voice having taken on a distinctly bubblier, feminine tone.

   “Your work uniform,” Kianna answered as she plucked out the pump from above Quinn’s ample rear. “Isn’t it magnificent?”

   “Magnificent? You’ve changed me into a sexy, rubber, dinosaur woman!”

   “And you look great,” she replied, acting completely normal in the face of Quinn’s understandable freak out. “A little too good if I’m being honest.” Grabbing a bundle of cloth, she spread it out to reveal a two-piece bikini. “Going to need to slap these on you before you get to work. Last thing I need is the cops getting called to my place for indecent exposure.”

   “I’m not getting into that thing until you change me back!”

   “Calm down there, girl,” she said, giving a gentle rub to the back of Quinn’s head. “It’s not like this is permanent. I’m not a monster. Once your shift is over it’ll be as simple as me deflating you and unzipping the suit. Promise.”

   Quinn tapped her foot against the ground, starting to cross her arms together only to stop at the noise of rubber squeaking against rubber. “What would I have to do?”

   “We’ll we’re not quite done with your transformation, but the task is simple.” Going back to the bundle of materials, she dragged out a long banner that bared the name of the shop on it in bright red letters. “I’m going to wrap this around you and you’re going to dangle above the shop to attract customers.”

   “Isn’t that a little big for me?”

   “Your current size, yes. But it’ll be a perfect fit once I hook you up to the compressor.”

   Quinn’s death stare harkened back to the scaly creature she was imitating.

   Kianna let out a sigh. “I know how weird it sounds. The last few people ran out of here the moment they saw the suit. Please, just give it a chance. I swear there’s more to this than meets the eye. The pay is as good as I promised, plus there are some…other benefits,” she added with a mischievous smile.

   After a long internal debate with herself, Quinn finally nodded her head. “Alright, let’s go for it.”

   “Excellent, put on the clothes while I set up the compressor.”

   Slipping on the swimsuit did little to dissuade Quinn’s feeling of unease. The bikini was like a baggy vest over her breasts, doing a fine job of covering her plumped up nipples. Sliding the bottom part of the swim suit over her legs, she let out an involuntary squeak as it dragged across her ample butt cheeks and womanhood. She didn’t have time to dwell on the strange sensation before Kianna came running up with banner in hand.

   “Just like this,” she said, wrapping it diagonally across Quinn’s chest to wedge it between her breasts. “Perfect. Now comes the best part.”

   Dragging over the compressor, Kianna held up the hose and looked at Quinn. Before she could regret her decision, Quinn nodded and allowed Kianna to hook it up to the hole beneath her tail. Clenching her fingers together and trying to ignore the squeaky sound that echoed from her hands, she watched Kianna turn on the pump.

   The loud roar of the compressor coming to life coincided with a gust of air filling Quinn’s body. Her already impressive bust took on several cup-sizes in a matter of seconds to match her ballooning rear. Quinn’s feet were lifted off of the ground as her body continued to inflate, doubling her size with no sign of stopping.

   In an effort to turn herself around, Quinn flailed around her arms and tail. As her fingers grazed against her swollen breasts, an involuntary moan came from her lips. The worries and concerns of her new position vanished as she reached out to feel her swelling curves. It was if the anxieties of her everyday life had been blown away to make way for a head filled only with the air. The feeling was absolutely divine, her sensitivity growing alongside her size. Overwhelmed by the pleasurable sensation, she reached down to touch her plumped up womanhood, only to have her arms pulled back by her own growth.

   While her inflating body prevented her from touching herself, the air circulating inside was more than enough to tantalize her swelling form. A stupid smile spread across her face as she watched her breasts develop prominent nipples that stretched the confines of her skimpy bra. The banner sunk between her deepening cleavage, the lower half wrapping around her ballooning belly. Feeling her prominent butt cheeks press up against her fattened tail, a twinge of pleasure in her nether region spread out to encompass her entire form. Rolling her floating form through the air, she managed to peek past her breasts and belly to see the outline of her pumped up womanhood sucking up more of her bikini to create a sizable camel toe.

   “Hold on their girl,” Kianna said, throwing a rope around Quinn’s leg. Dragging the inflated dinosaur woman back down to the ground, she got to work re-adjusting the outfit and banner to better hide the lewder features. “That should do it.”

   Quinn’s attempt to speak was hindered by the air circulating through her mouth. However, the glimmer in her eyes was enough to convey the unbridled pleasure she was feeling.

   “Pretty good huh?” Kianna asked, running her hand along the underside of Quinn’s belly. “Feels even better if you move around. Call it motivation. I’m going to leave you up here for a few hours as a test run. Don’t worry about floating away, I’ll make sure to anchor you down really good.”

   Releasing the building sized dinosaur balloon from her grasp, Kianna got to work tying up more ropes around Quinn’s legs. With more than a dozen ties in place to keep Quinn from floating away, Kianna gave a thumbs up before retreating back downstairs to man the shop. Left to just float about enjoying her inflated body, Quinn passed the time by maneuvering her body in an attempt to simultaneously stimulate herself and catch the attention of potential customers.

   More than a few people stopped what they were doing to stare up at Quinn’s unique form swaying about. The part of Quinn that remembered why she was there, got her to move her body in an effort to further entrance the people passing by. Something about the way they stared at her bouncy body increased her overall enjoyment as she danced about in the wind. A shiver of excitement ran down her back and through her tail every time she saw someone pull out a phone to take a picture of her awkward flailing. Her pleasure only grew as she watched the first person walk underneath her to enter the store.

   Over the course of several hours, Quinn watched more and more people get drawn into the shop by her body. The chime of the front door became music to ears, sometimes followed by the sight of people dragging home boxes of similarly bizarre balloon creations. Even towards the end of the shift, as the last customer left with a deflated bouncy castle and the sun started to set, Quinn’s inflated body had yet to cease teasing her expanded assets with even the smallest of motions.

   Quinn’s time in the spot light came to an end as she felt someone tugging on her ropes. Dragged back down to the roof, she heard a loud pop as the compressor was pulled out of her body. Watching her body gradually lose its behemoth size and sensitivity brought an unusual sense of loss to Quinn. Shrinking back down to the size of a human, she couldn’t hide her disappointment as her breasts and butt deflated and her yearning womanhood shriveled up.

   “What did you think?” Kianna asked, popping off a second plug.

   “It was…um…”

   Kianna shot Quinn a smirk. “I’ve been in that suit more than a few times myself. No need to hide it.”

   “It felt…amazing,” Quinn finally admitted, just as his voice returned to normal.

   “Thought so,” she said, stepping over the deflated mass of rubber that was the suit’s tail. “Things couldn’t have gone better on my end. I can’t remember the last time business was this good.”

   As Kianna unzipped the back of his suit, Quinn stepped out shaken, but unharmed. “I take it I got the job?”

   “Of course,” Kianna replied, putting her arm around his neck. “I believe this is the beginning of a wonderful career for you. I see big things for you Quinn and I do mean big.”

   Quinn shivered as a memento of pleasure lingered in his body. “Just tell me when I can start.”