(Quick Scene) Swollen Ambitions

(Disclaimer: Any acts of transformation, expansion, or mental altercation have been consented to by the owners of the characters affected. Any acts depicted are meant as explorations of the fetishistic psyche, hold artistic merit, and are compliant with the TOS of Patreon).

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Belia'zaar chuckled. He tilted backwards until the soles of his shoes left the ground, and he resorted to levitation in order to recline even further. He did this to get a look at the crimson suited rat-head balloon who stared down at him, attempting to intimidate him with his newfound size. A man inflated to the size of a residential block of flats might have impressed a mortal, but not the Overlord of the Hellfire Strip. What it did do, however, was make him adore the rat even more. He was a dutiful servant, but prone to fits of anger and swells of ego; Belia'zaar ordinarily loved the latter but this time it was going too far.

Ric's distended body was still supple enough to avoid damaging the exterior walls of the buildings he had wedged himself against. But he was still a colossal balloon, and if he kept growing, his swell would eventually conquer all obstacles in his path. That would be bad for business.

"How do ye like me now, eh? You green bastard?" Ric yelled hoarsely to be heard over his own latex skin's distressed thundering. "Bout time I squash you flat, blow sky high, and take all that gold for myself! Now I’M the boss!"

 Belia'zaar calmly unbuttoned his pinstripe suit. His dark green flesh began to sweat, as though it were a rubbery envelope containing an enormous volume of something hot, and volatile. When he finally stripped himself naked he laughed. It wasn't the pitched, mocking laughter he usually employed.

 It was the laughter of a demon. The true, lingering knell of a creature so powerful and so wicked, that it needed no one to reassure its status as an apex predator. Belia'zaar's tiny body exploded with every reverberation, until he was an ocean of ballooning emerald flesh. His face had grew in proportion to his bloated body, gaining a number of double chins in the process, along with enough size in his blimp-like cheeks to almost hide his expression entirely.

His limbs were visible if you narrowed your eyes, but he didn't need them. He was brimming with power. He was the embodiment of greed and gluttony, beaming with pride, and capable of so much wrath, if he deigned to lift his claw he could reshape the hellscape around him into anything he desired. He could warp the souls gambling in the casinos into any shape he could perceive, he could rend them into oblivion, or grant them a nirvana of pleasure. All at his command. He knew Ric could feel this, even without seeing his face droop with a fear so primal, his mortal soul wasn’t fully capable of parsing it.

He was so enormous that his inflated form couldn't even reach a fully spherical state, there simply want enough room. The buildings that filled the strip impeded his ascent. Every alleyway, doorway and window for miles was now filled with Belia'zaar. This was his way of saying to Ric. "I don't just rule the Hellfire Strip, I AM the Hellfire Strip."

He surged over Ric like a tsunami of impossibly inflated demon, and shouted down to him. "Who did you say was the boss around here? Say it again, I don't think I heard you properly..."