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- a continued tale of inflatable tomfoolery -

"This... this isn't good." Reyna muttered to herself, standing before the edge of a large platform. "This looks too easy."

The slender contestant examined a series of platforms before her, several 2-by-2-foot squares making up a thin, straight bridge. There weren't any railings, just a long pathway suspended over a 7-foot drop, with a ladder leading back to the starting platform if any unlucky runner happened to slip off. Near the racer's bare feet was a tall, undisguised canister with a hose lingering in a holster, marked to make obvious its purpose when pumping up willing participants. The only reason it warranted any consideration was due to a sign posted beside the bridge, warning passerby of the pathway's strict weight limit: a mere 10 pounds.

"Oooh, another favorite of mine, folks!" Ross' voice blasted across the hangar. "These platforms are attached to an axel leading across the pit. Unfortunately for our ladies, these babies are a little too greased up, and will roll beneath their feet if they so much as poke these perilous panels with their natural weight!"

"Fine." Reyna grumbled to herself, trying not to waste too much time assessing the situation. She snatched up the tank's hose and grabbed its valve, biting onto the nozzled tip without much reservation. 'I'll just float my way across then. No need to play around with th-'

The ponytailed runner froze before she initiated the gas flow, her eye finally leaving the floor to catch a glimpse at the ceiling, spotting something quite alarming. Hundreds of sharp spikes littered the ceiling tile, glimmering with the promise of puncturing any unlucky balloon that wandered a mere yard from the floor. She had room to grow, but very little to float, making her flight plans an impossibility.

'Oh.' Reyna stiffly thought, before more cautiously spinning the valve on the tank. 'Right. Use the bridge. Got it.'

With a familiar hiss, the cylinder released a flow of gas, pushing through the hose, and into the mouth of a worried beauty. Her cheeks puffed, the playful taste of helium entering her, filling her... only to exit immediately through her nostrils. With a now-typical confused glance, she felt the hot air rushing out before it could even reach her body, not even having much of an effect on her voice.

"W-what the...?" Reyna questioned as she pulled the hose away, examining it for defects, despite knowing the leak was actually coming from her.

"Uh-oh!" The announcer butted in, clearly expecting this result. "Someone just remembered that hot air rises! Can't get filled up if that helium doesn't stay inside you, babe!"

"Whaaat!? That's total bull!" Reyna shouted, finding the nearest hoisted camera to glare into as she pointed with rage. "That's not how that works! And I should know, I've blown myself with helium loads of times!" She continued, pausing, before finishing with one last shout. "Pretend I didn't say that!"

Grumbling, and not wanting to waste a second more, the irritated contestant shoved the hose to her lips, biting down to free her hands as one spun the valve, and the other squeezed two fingers tight to her nose. The hiss of helium rose again, but this time with a hollower sound as a willing vessel began to inhale its product, and only continue to fill. With nowhere to go, the hot air began to culminate in the scantily-clad young woman, the warm caress of an odd gas rushing across her figure, until it pressurized her, moving towards inflating her.

'Okay... no floating, no deflating... no breathing...' Reyna contemplated, as the seductive rise of her swelling bustline tried to distract her. 'That still doesn't sound hard. It's a pretty short walk.'

Up and out the lustfully-dressed competitor ballooned, none-too-phased anymore by her grapefruit-shaped bosoms desperately seeking escape from her thin leotard, the plethora of round curves freely jutting out below, or the sensation of pressure stifling her mobility. Her fingers wriggled along the valve as the other tightened to her nostrils, a deep breath willing to escape, while a certain pudginess built up in her digits. Her midriff distended, her thighs looked to have softened where they had become taut and rotund, even feeling her toes refusing to clench as she bulged up into another provocative, shapely sideshow.
With such a small window between being nearly weightless and total buoyancy, the rising pneumatic girl began to slow the canister's exhale as she felt her heels retreating from the floor. She stumbled on her stiff toes a bit, finding she had achieved the perfect volume so suddenly, whipping out the hose from her lips, but replacing it with a nervous, uncertain hand. The lofty balloon body wobbled as it careened uneasily about the platform, unstable to say the least, and begging its owner to be lifted from the floor. The helium-filled lass finally found footing, both hands clinched to her airways, making a worried glance towards the weak, tiny bridge leading towards her next test.

"Mmrrr..." Reyna whimpered, her squeaky voice belittling her growing panic. 'O-oh, crap... this better be light enough, I can barely stand up...'

The inflated runner made one nervous step forward, pushing her plump feet to the platform, and preparing herself in case it gave in to her minimal weight. She was only slightly eased by the resistance it showed, holding her feathery form, but at the cost of what she had done to herself. She wanted to hastily rush across this hovering bridge, only to manage a sluggish, floaty swing of her bold, pillowy leg. She had to rotate slightly to keep her thighs from bumping into one another, which added a few extra steps to an already tedious task. Within several seconds, and an unsettling amount of effort, the floatatious diva managed her second step forward.

'Well... so far so good.' Reyna muttered to herself, squirming a bit as she could barely see her own footing behind a valley of cleavage, but needing to keep as hurried of a pace as she could manage. 'See, nothin' to panic over... just keep on walkin'...'

The voluptuous girl holding in a deep breath of helium found little solace in her progress, picking up the pace ever-slightly as she became used to her scenario, but only a small distance into what now seemed like an immense trek. She bounced exotically, wobbled unnervingly, quivered with a growing desire to exhale, but continued on, out of fear of coming this far for nothing. She dreaded not having a free hand to balance herself with, or to aid her poorly caressed backside from the tyrannical clenching of her tiny uniform. She took each step, cautiously, but with a panic starting to well up from within. She didn't even realize, amongst the squeaks of her bulbous form, that she was starting to whimper with stress.

"Mmn... mmrr..." Reyna softly whined, trying to focus on her progress as she approached the quarter mark in the pathway's length, while a creeping concern kept growing more prominent. 'O-o-ohhh, I-I'll be fine, I can make it... o-oxygen is overrated, anyway...'

Time seemed to pass slowly yet quickly, the runner feeling like she had so much longer to go, while her resolve was rapidly coming to an end. Her eyes widened, her pupils shrank, and her cheeks puffed up before turning a concerning purple hue. She loathed every second she was forced to keep her airways sealed, breaking into a cold sweat as her lips quivered, but her hands held on. She was only halfway through this sludge of an obstacle, and nothing seemed to change other than how deep the pit in her stomach was becoming.

"Mmrrr, mmmmnnnn, nnnnnrrrrr..." Reyna began to moan with every step, watching her destination inch closer, while her fortitude was more rapidly declining. 'Yup, this sucks. This sucks sooo muuuch!!'

The seconds turned to a minute, an ill-prepared racer unwilling to hold in this hot air breath any longer, but without the option to say no. Her body trembled as her cheeks turned to a bluer shade, any slight miscalculation capable of sending her airy mass careening into the pit, and finding it more difficult to maintain focus. She wobbled with a newfound lightheadedness, which only slowed her down as she had to find her footing again before continuing on. This challenge was taking a toll on her, seriously regretting her choice even as she began to approach her destination. She was less than half a minute from the end, but it seemed like hours, and she was holding onto seconds of consciousness.
With one hasty step, the rotund balloon girl pushed one bulging thigh into the other, her weightless features taking so little force to be knocked off balance. She toppled forward, squealing in panic as her lofty bustline slowly but surely careened into the bridge, before her feathery mass flopped over towards the side of the pathway. With a great panic did she send her bold arms to catch herself, her elbows slamming into the platform as her grasp continued to keep her properly inflated. Just as easily as she fell over did she also keep herself held up, but now she was dangling from her path over the pit of failure, while questioning if she had the ability to withstand a single second more without air. Her feet kicked as she felt the unbearable urge to let go, only to spot the edge of the final platform within her grasp, having fallen a little closer to it, and so tempted by its glory.

'S-so... c-...close...' Reyna whined, holding too tightly to even mutter noises of fear as she began to push her arms down, attempting to climb her pneumatic frame up onto the path once more. 'Just a f-few feet more, and... I can... g-get some air... th-there's probably a pump in the next room, I-I'll fill myself with all the air I could ever want, j-just out of spite... ...that doesn't even make sense...'

The inner monologue kept the desperate woman distracted long enough to finish, pulling herself up before bouncing over to the large, open platform that signaled her victory. With both feet firmly planted to safe ground, she achieved the only thing that mattered to her anymore. Her blue face was so puffed with an urge to deflate that it looked like it could explode, her teared-up eyes and trembling hands finally getting their wish. Without a second thought, she opened her fingers, thrust open her mouth, and exhaled with pleasure.

"Phfffeeeewwww!"

The gust of pressure sent the feathery bombshell careening backwards, weightless for just long enough to force her over the edge, onto the bridge, while quickly gaining back her natural weight. With a crash, her back hit the tiles, only for their minimal resistance to instantly swivel, rotating sideways to dump the surprised runner over the edge, and into the pit. The floor shook as the now deflated woman slammed into it, coming to a halt on her back as she gazed up at the platforms she once stood upon. Her face was frozen in surprise, maintaining her glare for a few seconds before remembering she was in a race.

"Oh, yeah." Reyna's squeaky vocals muttered out, realizing far too late what would have been so obvious if she weren't panicking. "I shoulda turned the other way before doing that. Probably coulda... y'know, got some good distance in the other direction if I just... y'know, thought of it earlier..."

* * * * *

As the contestant made a mad dash for the next of her ever-tormenting challenges, she found herself squinting as the sun suddenly beamed down through the pane walls. The tunnel led her out of the hangar where most of the chambers were constructed, and with worry did she begin to understand why. Her eyes bolted wide when she spotted where the pathway lead: a glass prison that was nearly the size of the studio itself. If her assumptions were correct, this was all part of one challenge, and that much space in this show gave her quite an unnerving feeling.
Reyna's eyes darted around the absurdly large chamber as she dashed to the center of it, eyebrow cocked in curiosity at the lack of many noteworthy features. She slowed to a stop at the end of a long hose writhing out of a hole in the floor, spewing out a compressed payload of relentless oxygen, near a large, flat surface that protruded slightly from the white tile floor. The latter resembled a circular button, though an abnormally large one, bright red and a foot in diameter. There were six of these buttons positioned at the center of each surface of the room, surrounding her in objectives in an otherwise barren, glass-walled mansion of a stage. It was safe to assume these buttons would need to be pressed, and this pump would be used to her help her ascend to out-of-reach locations, but she couldn't shake the feeling she was missing something.

"Erm... I guess I have to hit all of them? Hopefully it doesn't matter what order, or I'll be here all day..." Reyna muttered to herself, carelessly bending over to snatch up the hose, which wriggled about in attempt to escape her hand, hissing wildly. "Whoa, this thing is turned up to 11! If I don't watch it, I might fill up the whole... ...wait..."

"Oooh, get ready folks! This one's a real test of skill!" Ross chimed in again from a suspended sound system, spelling out the unfortunate inkling the racer had about this trial. "If she wants to open that door, our dear Reyna is gonna have to press all six buttons spread across this arena... at the same time! You can probably guess just how she'll manage that with only an air compressor to her aid, eh?"

"Oh." The lass turned pale, her gaze distant as her worry became reality. With only one solution, little strategy required, and even less time available, the dark-haired girl shoved the nozzled hose to her lips, limply submitting herself to the pump's will.

With a terrible hiss and a rubbery bounce, the cheeks of the supple contestant flared out like softballs, struggling to force the entire gust of wind into her uneasy body. With a similar explosive rise did her bustline quickly balloon out from her V-neck, while a subsequent pop accompanied her arms becoming outstretched and splayed. The hollow thrumming of quickly swelling features cascaded down her leotard-clad figure, her belly distending, her hips flaring, her posterior rounding, her thighs expanding, and her legs stiffening. In mere seconds, the cute image of an athletic contestant was rendered into a rotund, pneumatic lovedoll, leaving the ground with an airy jiggle, while rapidly climbing in pressurized girth.
The submissive Reyna balloon blinked, having little to do but watch the room shrink as she began to grow, sucking down a rush of pressure that sent her lighter as it amplified her at blistering speeds. She watched the ceiling come closer as she rotated through the air, outstretched and tilting with a lack of equilibrium. A lofty pair of volleyballs pushed the top of her sporty leotard further from coverage, a squeaky cleavage eating up part of her visual range, while she dare not contemplate just how large the rest of her had gotten. It was unfortunately all she could think about as she remembered what she was planning to do to herself. It wasn't until she was rendered into a rather provocative bounce-house of a woman, caressed thinly by her straining swimwear, that a dreadful thought clicked in her mind: the room she was expanding in was nearly a football field in size, floating several stories in the air, while only halfway to meeting the still-towering ceiling.

'...this is, uhm... this is a really big room...'

The jerking hose rode up towards a hefty balloon of a woman, gushing oxygen into her rapidly ascending frame, pumping her up into more and more of a blimp. She was less than weightless as her bosom forcefully puffed out like weather balloons, obscuring more of the victim's gaze, and unsure if blindness was a plus or not. The rotund tips of her enticing orbs flattened against the roof, feeling one button depress beneath the girth of her pneumatic mass, but only just getting started. The previous mental image of being a parade float seemed so minor compared to the trial ahead, the torrent of air inflating her only a fraction of the way to her goal, stressed by its strength, yet horrified by the amount of time she would have to continue accepting its charms.

"Mmmmnhhh..." Reyna moaned, blushing at the unusual sensation of her sensitive bulbs filling out the ceiling, her eyes fluttering with an array of discomfort. 'I-it's so damn fast. But, it's somehow not fast enough...'

Without falter did the compressor pump, and without say did the contestant inhale. A mass of curvaceous balloons filled out the once spacious room, a tanned lady having forced herself into the shape of a lusty parade attraction, embraced so weakly by a blue one-piece, and destined to achieve so much more. She floated sideways against the top of the chamber, fattened limbs stretching out towards the outward walls, while a generous backside pushed its way back to the floor she once knew.
But being so chockful of air was having unusual effects on the turgid star. The hose began to disappear from her view thanks to the pair of spheres that once resembled her cheeks bulging into view, while a series of splayed digits began to become tuft and bulbous at the ends of her conical limbs. It was a footnote in the face of her once-reasonable curves swallowing the room, surpassing benchmarks she was uncertain she could reach, while blind to just how much more she needed to grow to meet her goal.

'E-eesh, I-I've never been this... massive... glad to know I have it in me to become my own planet...' Reyna joked, her only ace in keeping her spirits up as she continued to blimp out, and involuntarily groan in distress. "N-n-n-nnnnnhhhhhhhh..."

The cameras were not shy of capturing every angle of the zeppelin-sized beauty, more curve than woman, and more exposed than she cared to believe. The overtly round giantess felt her hill-sized rump push against the floor, achieving two of her six objectives, and repeating to herself that the goal was just around the corner. Titanic breasts flooded the glass pane above, while free space began to rapidly become engulfed by ballooned walls of flesh, creeping across the enormous chamber towards a series of unpressed switches.
The groans of taut rubber echoed throughout the racer's mind as the room was filled with more than just pneumatic perversion. The hollow hiss tormenting her ears was joined by the terrible whines of a thinned leotard, outstretched over a crying series of escaping curvature. She felt smothered by her own outwardly-swelling bosom as it rolled across the roof, certain she was quite a comical sight at such a size, compressed to one translucent surface, and wishing she had embraced the others with such ease.

"N-n-nmph... nnnhhhhhh..." Reyna continued to ache, feeling herself stretched across a football field with enough air to satisfy several pneumatic advertisements. 'C-c'mon... h-how much room could even be left...? I-I can't... possibly keep this up for... m-much longer...'

The terrifying creak of a stressed balloon engulfed the room, as did a contestant's body start to consume its every nook and cranny. The hose straddled the wall of flesh as it faithfully pushed more and more punishment from a compressor far below, into a lusty, warehouse-sized lovedoll. She felt her hips compress to the east and west surfaces, consuming four of the six buttons, and close to reaching a conclusion. Whether it be the goal of her trial or the explosion of her gargantuan frame, she couldn't be sure, feeling her body resist expanding any further, yet forced to do only that. Her comical arms flattened against the side walls, while her awkwardly shaped legs pushed downwards, though falling behind in comparison to her overblown buttocks. Her head was losing the chase to beat her chest to the northern button, barely recognizable as a human thanks to her body struggling to remain shapely in its cubic prison. Her belly groaned as her form was forced sideways, the ceiling protesting in its own way as it was tormented by her urge to be pneumatically rotund.

"Ghhh... rrrrrghffff..." Reyna unwillingly grunted, her muffled voice unheard beneath her suffocating features, if not for the rubber tube she yearned to spit out, despite her goal, or her ability. 'S-so... t-...tiiight... I-I really am gonna... a-a-ah...aaa-a-a-aahhh...'

The glacial pace of Reyna's inflating form finally reached every surface of the chamber, depressing each button until the speakers blared a siren of success. She couldn't see or feel the door opening somewhere beneath her skyscraper-like backside, but she knew, as the entire room seemed to crush down on her, that she must have succeeded. She hadn't put much thought into the second phase of her plan, feeling her whimpering mass slowly push into every remaining crevasse of the once spacious room. Seconds passed, and she was nowhere back to a state that allowed her freedom. She was just getting bigger, and one of two things was bound to give way if she didn't stop soon.

"M-m-m-mnnnnhhhhh..." Reyna called out, too taut to do much more than let out whines that were drowned out by every unnerving sound her titanous shape was emitting. 'O-o-okay, y-you can... s-stooop... n-...nooowww...'

At what could have only been the girl's final moments in one piece, a loud buzzer signaled the finale of this unholy parade, silencing the compressor, and yanking away the now-intrusive hose. With a soft pop, and a sudden, blistering hiss, the giantess of air began to let out a long-waiting exhale, her form trembling as it rapidly began to release pent-up pressure. She pushed against the reverse wall once she was small enough to be moved at all, and the tinier she got, the more she began to flutter about. With such an immense payload, the deflating woman took several seconds just getting to a size worthy of flying uncontrollably about the room, her dizzying descent now bouncing off every surface with her still-overwhelming volume of rump. Her backside took quite a beating as she approached a more manageable size over the course of a full minute.
The shrinking racer hit the floor with just enough padding to send her careening onto her feet, landing with one last exhale that left her back at her favorable, deflated state. She blinked in confusion, shaking off the dizziness of her incredible descent, only to realize she was standing directly before the now-opened doorway to her next task. There was a pause of disorientation, followed by a longer pause of disbelief. The dark-haired girl watched, eyes wide, at the tunnel leading ahead, mystified.

"That... that's it? I..." Reyna began, darting her head around the room once more, looking for anything else to potentially ruin her victory. "I really did it? I didn't screw anything up this time? ...i-it can't be...!"

But the runner wasn't able to find any faults. A joy welled up in her repeatedly-defeated frame, her eyes lighting up and her smile brightening as her fists pumped in accomplishment.

"Finally! I knew I had to get through at least one of these without embarrassing myself... relatively." The beaming contestant monologued, outstretching her leg as to take one exaggerated step forward, swinging her arms in pride.

With a terrifying clang, the iron door bolted downwards, slamming shut an inch from the woman's face. Her nose flattened against the cold steel as she bumped into the suddenly intrusive obstacle, freezing in place. Her mind was blank for a moment as she slowly began to bear her gritted fangs, trying not to let out the explosive anger boiling up from within.

"Oooooh, sorry, Reyna, babe! That door doesn't open for long!" Fisher taunted, the sliminess of his voice doing little to ease the girl's pain. "This is a race, after all! Ya can't stop to celebrate 'til after you cross that finish line, darlin'!"

"Of course. How silly of me." Reyna bitterly spoke aloud, whirling around with her fists clenched and her face fiery with hatred. Her bare feet stomped across the room as she went to procure the same compressor hose that she was once so happy to be rid of, while a string of mumbled obscenities could barely be heard escaping from between her clenched teeth.

* * * * *

Reyna loudly huffed as she tried to catch her breath, more exhausted by her trials than she had anticipated, and not excited by what she was staring at now. Another wall towered over her, several more stories of height being asked to be ascended, but with a much different solution than flight. The large, flat surface had a series of holes drilled into it at random, resembling a large piece of swiss cheese made for climbing. With nothing else of note, and so little left of the obstacle course, the athletic entrant braced herself, then made a dash for the wall.

'I dunno what the deal with this is, and I don't care. Just one little climb and I'm home free.'

The ponytailed woman practically leapt onto the wall, shoving her hands and feet into the plentiful inlets, and quickly making her way upwards. She hastily hoisted her left leg and right hand, gripping a higher opening, and repeating the process with her opposite limbs. Though, the asymmetrical pattern left her feet to feel around before finding a landing, having little time to stop and look around, she made decent headway as she ascended a few feet off the floor in a couple of seconds. The climb seemed uneventful for the first few stories, with only a lingering worry of falling without a safety to prevent her from splattering against the tile below.

'Hhhoo, okay.' Reyna exhaled deeply, keeping up her monologue to prevent any distractions. 'Seriously, don't look down this time. There's nothing between me and victory but a few more feet.'

However, after bypassing the halfway point, the obstacle began to show its true nature. A loud pair of "THWIP" noises perked the climber's ears, a pair of objects jolting out from the wall, barely visible from the edge of her eyesight. She couldn't help but glance in concern, spotting a long, red tube on her right, sprung out about a yard from one of the holes, and audibly spraying a jetstream of water. She turned to see an identical sight on her left, watching the garden hose flail about thanks to its own chaotic release, sputtering its clear liquid all over the room.

"What the-?" Reyna muttered out in confusion, before a rogue turn of the nozzled tip pointed it straight at the befuddled woman, coating her in a powerful spray of H2O. She reeled back, squinting her eyes, tightening her grip, and spit in detest. "Bleugh!! Pffeh!! W-what the hell was that for!?"

The soaked contestant tried to push out the odd happenstance from her mind as she continued her climb, while being pelted by uncontrolled waves of water. She was thoroughly drenched after a few seconds, her hair drooping, her figure dripping, and her digits slipping. The edges of the inlets she held onto were smoothed, making it easy for her hold to slide out thanks to her lubricated skin, nearly stumbling until she caught herself, pausing with fear.

'Augh, they put away the balloon antics to enable some carwash fantasies. How jovial.'

The sopping wet scaler squinted her eyes as another stream of water assaulted her, having made little progress in distancing herself from these awkward obstacles. When she opened her eyes, she found herself staring straight into a hole, where a shimmering in the dark caught her attention. Her gaze widened with curiosity, and then opened further in panic. She recognized the nozzle of another hose, poised to be released at any second, staring the unlucky woman right in the face.

"Oh cra-"

With a sharp "THWIP", another garden hose leapt out from a hole in the wall, with one key difference from the others. The raven-haired beauty opened her mouth just enough to allow the nozzled tip to sling straight out into her maw, her lips instinctively tightening to try to prevent it from getting too deep, while a rush of water quickly began to pour out. Her pupils shrank as her cheeks poofed out, this time full of not oxygen nor helium, but the cool rush of gushing water. Her face practically sloshed as her throat began to gulp down liquid, her grip tightening in concern, while her mind raced to think of a way out of what she soon would be subjected to.

'Uhm. That's not good.'

Reyna felt a weight building up in her form, the rumbling sensation of water rushing quickly to her lower half, while the pressure of being filled up slowly worked its way up towards her chest. She idly tried to push the hose free with her tongue, only for the powerful jet to protest her action, making simple escape impossible. As she felt herself getting heftier, her fingers squeezed tighter, already afraid to let one hand go to save herself, and finding it to be an impossibility as her body began to swell, and her strength began to fade.

"Mrrrugglllhhh! Blurrgghlrgrlgh!!" Reyna protested, darting her eyes around, only to be frozen by the sensation she was familiar with, but given to her in an all new light.

Gushing waves of water built up in the climber's lower side, causing her legs to bulge out foremost, followed by the ever-degrading swell of her gawkable curve. The scant leotard sank between a rounding pair of water balloons, a sculpted butt growing rounder while a pair of hips swelled wider. She could feel her entire form becoming pudgy with pressure, but gravity forced a lot more liquid love into her hind quarters, which she found detrimental in so many ways. Her fattening feet slipped out of the holes they tried to stand in, her legs refusing to bend as they became more conical thanks to her fishbowl thighs. Her hands were the only thing supporting her now, and her hopes of yanking the hose out of her mouth washed away with the rest of her dignity.

'Alright. This is a new low for me.' Reyna complained, giving in mentally, but finding it hard to simply let go. Instinct told her to hold on and hope for a miracle, but luck only provided her with more and more punishment.

A volume of water began to turn the lovely girl's bosom into more ripened melons, a wet leotard providing little aid in modesty as her cup sizes began to push against the forward wall. It meant little thanks to the more teardrop-shaped form she was taking on, soggy beanbags for a lower body flaring out from her uniform, and dangling legs more wide than tall jutting out further down. Only the sheer resistance of her tail end getting any bigger caused water to work its way towards her upper form, which meant more ridiculous bust sizes, but with more immediate concern did it mean pressure in her arms. She could feel her digits bulging up with their own introduction of filling, the only thing keeping her aloft starting to fail her as her wet form began to completely tighten. The waterbed of a woman was starting to become overwhelmed by liquid, the hose spraying her so full as to cause water to start leaking out of her eyes and nostrils. She was completely logged, amazed she had managed to hold on for so long, only for the inevitable to save her from popping like the overfilled balloon that she was.
The doughy digits of the overwhelmed victim slipped loose, sending the rotund athlete careening towards the floor several stories below, and leaving the guilty garden hose behind as it was yanked away. She sloshed around as she twisted through the air, feeling weight pushing her bosom even bigger thanks to gravity forcing it out of her backside, for a mere second before she crashed into the ground. Her jiggling mass flattened across the surface, her face buried beneath the girth of her overblown shape, forcing the pressure to fight even harder to escape from where it once was engulfed. With a similar spray, water spewed out of the woman's opened mouth, forced so full that the resulting whiplash sent her spiraling back into the air. The deflating body bolted from the floor and up the towering room, watching in awe at the distance she managed as she shrank down even more quickly than she was blown up.
Suddenly, the slender Reyna was hovering in the air, deflated to her natural, desirable shape, finally able to flail about in panic. What she hadn't anticipated was her feet hitting a floor far above the starting level, swinging her arms as she tried to catch her balance. After a moment, she froze, staring down at the great length of wall she was once trying to climb, her heels positioned just at the edge of the top surface. At the peak of the obstacle stood the mystified racer, dangling over the side, but most certainly standing at the top. Her misfortunes had finally given her a break, actively saving her the treacherous climb up, and within the possibility of having saved her time.

"Wow, that... that actually worked?" Reyna blinked, glancing into her palms to make sure she was still in reality, circling her gaze around her to confirm she was, indeed, at the peak. "That's... that's unbelievable! I didn't know I had any good luck left! Sure wish it didn't wait until the last room to kick in, th-"

The impatient lass wheeled her way around, putting forth her bare foot, and forgetting to anticipate the effects of being sopping wet on top of smooth tile. Her heel slipped out from under her, causing her to once more squeal and flail in a panic as her chest came crashing down onto the floor. With a bit of a damp bounce and an awkward grunt, the slender woman felt gravity pulling her over the ledge that her legs dangled over, launching out her hands to catch herself, only for her appendages to slide across the floor. She toppled over the end, watching the cliff slip from her fingers, while she went plummeting towards the base below.
With a wet slam, the once proud runner was reduced to a puddle on the floor, her entire being flattening headfirst into the tile, stopping just short of her knees. Two flat arms and a pair of weak legs dangled out of a pancake of a woman, deformed by her high descent, and destroyed by her repeated failures. With only a few, small twitches of her appendages, a low groan could barely be heard from beneath her squeezed shape, while she mentally debated if she even wanted to revert to her normal size.

"Gghhhhhh..." Reyna could barely manage, her crushed image barely moving as she wallowed in her punishment. 'Now would be a terrible, awful time for that guy to say just about anything...'

"Ooooh, my my!" Ross' voice chimed in. "Poor Reyna is probably feeling all washed-up after that one!"

'You're an ass.'

* * * * *

"And here she comes, Inflate-O-Philes!"

From down the ramp stumbled a battered and beaten runner, her dark hair still dripping with water, her face drooped in defeat, and her posture crumpled with exhaustion. The scantily-clad body broke through the white ribbon at the finish line, too downtrodden to even raise her arms in success. The only light at the end of this tunnel was spotting her assistant, Natasha, holding open a door that lead backstage, motioning the runner in, to finally put a cap on this torturous run. Reyna couldn't be happier to put this tragedy behind her, only for some unusual words to perk up her ears before she disappeared out of the camera's view.

"The lovely Reyna is the first to reach the finish line! Give her a round of applause, folks! She was killin' it out there, eh? And stay right where you are, because there's plenty more to see tonight, here on Inflate-O-Mania!"

The weary woman charged into the hallway, bouncing off the reverse wall as she stumbled to a stop, barely managing to keep from toppling over. Natasha let the door swing closed as she stood to address her star, clipboard clenched to her chest, and smile as bright as ever.

"Congratulations, Reyna-babe!" The multi-professional assistant greeted, unphased by her guest's slumped demeanor. "You did a fantastic job!"

"R-really...?" Reyna began with mixed feelings, befuddled for a few reasons. "Did... did he say something about me being first...?"

"Mm-hm! You're first!" Nat confirmed, her always-beaming expression making her hard to read.

"As in... first place?"

"Hah, no, no! As in, you were the first to finish, because you were the first to start." The buxom blonde explained, not too tender with breaking the news. "We don't race you girls simultaneously, as we lack the budget for enough obstacles. We just tally up your times at the end of the episode!"

"O-oh." Reyna squeaked, swatting away the wet strands of hair from her face. "W-well, uhm, so, did I finish with a good time, or somethin'?"

"Oooh, yes yes, it wasn't bad at all!" Natasha confirmed, taking a look at her clipboard while gleefully adjusting her glasses. "Compared to our previous runners, you finished in the top 80 percent! And, considering all of your failures and repeat inflations, you're sure to be a smash hit with our viewers!"

"Awesome." Reyna droned out, before tilting forward stiffly, followed by collapsing to the floor entirely. Natasha blinked, confusedly idle as she watched the ponytailed girl doze off against the backstage concrete.

* * * * *

The crowds swarmed around the rambunctious city street, flooded with dancers and band members, marching alongside a series of decorated vehicles revving along. Though, little could distract from the series of balloons hovering along the skylines, cameras keeping tight watch over the various rotund beings fluttering about at the ends of their tethers. The Inflate-O-Mania Aftershows were the most popular parades around, though their draw was something a little more exciting than bright costumes and roaming performers.
Reyna felt her bindings tighten as she drifted daintily with the wind, swaying in an unnerving fashion as she tried not to imagine her supports snapping against her girth. The chants and hollers of her spectators reminded her just what she was putting on display, hugged thinly by the racing leotard she was once seen performing in, already feeling snug before she filled it out with the body of a giantess. The splayed, pudgy woman was pumped up to a rather absurd size, not the biggest she had achieved in public view, but certainly the longest she had spent being chockful of lustfully-enhancing pressure. Despite her comically plump face and short, round limbs, the heft of her herculean bustline spewing from her low, low V-neck was hard to keep eyes off of, praying her uniform was just as sturdy as her tethers, for what little it was keeping modest. The flare of her hips nearly reached opposite buildings, while the mountainous scale of her butt was visible from all angles, a truly curvaceous sideshow of a behemoth, wishing so horribly she didn't have to hold onto her sinful image by contract.
But, she had other worries rocking about in her brain as well. Throughout the entire show, Natasha's words kept echoing in her mind, giving the unlucky participant quite an alluring offer before pumping her up into a parade float.

'Another run through the obstacle course... but, at double the pay. Hmph... ...well, what have I got to lose? 'Cause it's definitely not dignity...'