Desire for Change

(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).

Commission for Rookie Wavecrash!

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Desire for Change
by Selph

Four years ago was the night which changed my life.

I nursed my drink, keeping myself to the periphery of the crowd. My friends dragged me to a rooftop party for New Year’s Eve and we were having an alright time, but I was never the biggest fan of parties, and I was starting to lose my buzz from the alcohol. Everyone else was still in high spirits and dancing to the music, provided by a DJ so fat he barely fit behind his mixing desk. I wondered how he managed to operate it without spilling his belly all over the equipment. I was sobering up now and I was sure I could say a quiet goodbye to my friends and head home.

Then the purple fog rolled in, and I never got that chance.

The DJ was the first person to change. His eyes glazed over and lit up, then purple and blue spirals filled them out from the iris until the whites of his eyes were gone. He raised his hands to the sky yelling something about it being time to really ‘pump’ the music, and in an instant, he blew up like a balloon demolishing his desk in the process. His black and green vinyl tracksuit exploded with a bang. His bulging form knocked people to the ground, some were pinned underneath his shiny skin, while others retreated from him in fear of an explosion. When he didn’t go off like a firework a silence fell over the crowd, and then my friends started creaking.

We were all furries, that part wasn’t a secret. Half of the people at the party had something which made them ‘strange,’ almost everyone was a member of the LGBTQ+ community, kinks were common, but neither fact hinted towards them having some hidden power of transformation, which had been kept secret from me. One by one my friends turned into the primary colour of their fursona, their faces and limbs morphed to better reflect their online avatars, and then they took to the sky in unison. A gaggle of small parade balloons, giggling drunkenly at their predicament.

Most people would be frightened. I felt left out.

The night ended with a great purple light. The origin of the purple fog which incited the first transformations revealed itself in the form of a colossal balloon, with the face of a humanoid panda-like creature, who’s inflated body devoured the skyline and illuminated the entire city with light parsed through its taut, transparent skin. Calling it a balloon felt like an insult to its enormity, blimp, Zeppelin and dirigible were similarly lacklustre. It breathed in, continued to grow beyond anyone’s ability to comprehend, then breathed out more of its purple fog.

But no matter how much of it I inhaled, I didn’t transform. I kept waiting for my turn to ascend skyward and join my friends. They were so happy I thought they might explode from sheer delight. The DJ was pulsing with the bass from his speakers, with an eager crowd of half-naked patrons - themselves transforming into fantastic creatures and their ideal selves - thrusting themselves against him like an erotic bouncy castle.

When the great purple balloon became the sky itself the creaking of its balloon skin became thunder. It eventually reached its apex, it willingly descended on the pointed spire of the city’s tallest building, and exploded into a tsunami of warm, sweet smelling fog. The last thing I remembered was the world going purple.

That was four years ago.

My friends chalked the experience up to spiked drinks. The DJ who performed at the party was incredibly popular, but he had been brought in from abroad and I couldn’t get a hold of him. As for the horny balloon-humpers? They were far too embarrassed to admit they had lost their inhibitions, or maybe that they were horny for balloons, either way I couldn’t get them to admit the ‘purple fog’ existed. But I didn’t give up, I scoured online forums, usually reaching a dead end.

Last night my perseverance paid off. I found a website dedicated to sightings of the purple panda like figure who caused the transformations. They named it ‘Selph,’ but beyond the colour purple and its name there were no consistent facts. Sometimes they appeared as a panda, other times they were a tiger. One sighting claimed they took human form, while another said they turned up at Easter and distributed enchanted chocolate eggs in the form of a big, rubber rabbit.

A new entry had been logged into the site the night I discovered it. It detailed a summoning ritual. All it required was the inscribing of a rune, an incantation, and a wish.

I didn’t usually place much stock in the supernatural, but I was desperate. I needed confirmation that what happened on that night took place, and I needed to know why I didn’t get to transform.

With a piece of chalk I inscribed a diamond into the floor of my bedroom, then four adjoining, smaller diamonds that overlapped. A circle to contain them, and then the incantation. “In the name of the ever-growing, I call out to the ethereal sea. Let me commune with the one named Selph. I wish to discover the truth of the purple fog.”

Blue fire raced across the rune. It was smokeless and heatless, but it was brighter than any flame I had witnessed in my life. I heard a door opening from somewhere deep in the blue flickers, and a huge purple claw reached up through my floor. Another joined it, springing up through solid wooden panels without touching them. A shape emerged and expanded to fill the bulk of my small bedroom, a wide and looming bear-like shape wearing a loose-fitting blue robe that opened down the middle to reveal their stomach and breasts. It turned to face me, its expression lit ominously by the fire and two rings of the same blue heat residing in their eyes.

“Most people are too terrified to actually inscribe my rune and call out for me, you must be especially brave, or perhaps you have another quality in abundance that led to this?” They spoke with a masculine voice, and purple fog trailed from their mouth when they spoke. It felt deliberate, their eyes followed mine as I watched it drift to the window.

“Why not me?”

Selph cocked their head to the side in confusion. “I... beg your pardon?”

I repeated “why not me?” I took a breath, remembering that New Year’s Eve, and the feeling of being left out of my deepest fantasy. And how much it stung. “Everyone got to transform, except for me. I had to watch them live out their weirdest fantasies, and that’s just it, I had to watch. No matter how much of your fog I breathed in!”

Selph’s expression lost its light. He sighed deeply and waved a hand, extinguishing the flame. He sat down in mid-air and gave me an expression of what I still believe today was genuine sympathy. “I’m sorry. There was no reason for you being left out, you simply were. My magic is powerful, but it is not perfect, no one’s is. The truth is you could have been resistant on some level because of a long distant relative being a mage,” Selph waved their claw.

“You could have been too terrified and not... enthusiastic,” he paused. “Okay I’ll be direct, not horny enough.” He cast his gaze on me and I felt small. “But right now I’m quite impressed with you. I won’t pretend to know how your technology works, but the individual responsible for setting up the site which housed my rune assured me it was almost impossible to find, and I have no reason to believe he lied to me.”

I blushed. Being complimented by this huge magical creature, it was nice. “I uh, thank you.”

Selph tapped his chin. “Do you want a job?”

“What... kind of job?”

“One that lets you be the biggest balloon you can dream of,” Selph replied.

An emphatic yes leapt out of my mouth before I had time to consider the practicality of the offer and in response Selph whisked us away to a forest on the edge of a cliff. Over the edge there was a deep and starry sky, same as below, as it was above. Long streams of light carried indistinct shapes from huge swathes of land to others, and I gasped. “That’s... a long way down.”

“Look up,” Selph said.

I did and saw a sprawling, palatial town. The buildings were hardly uniform, but they had a few features which marked their architectural roots as similar. The pointed roofs, abundance of water features and circular windows were just a few. “What is that?” I asked, spying crowds of people in loose robes and holiday ware on the bridges closest to the edge.

“My resort. The Violet Streams. It used to simply be ‘The Bathhouse,’ but I expanded.” Selph laughed.

“... and you want me to work there?”

“Look up.”

I did. Parade balloons. As intricate and beautifully taut, and rounded with hot air as Selph had been the day he loomed over my city were blissful above the resort. Their facial expressions moved, and I gasped again. “They’re so beautiful, I want to be like that.”

Selph conjured an orb of purple light on the tip of their claw and fed it to me. “And you will be.”

I felt myself grow pleasantly warm. I breathed out pink steam and my body was covered in goosebumps. With wonder I watched my hands turn purple and shiny, my own face reflected in the polish of my new skin. My head of tight cropped curls brightened from dark brown to electric blue, and relaxed, and grew longer into a shoulder length curtain of straight hair. My scalp felt tight for a moment, and when I reached up to touch my new hair, I found that it had combined into a big inflatable shape that resembled hair.

“Oh this feels amazing. I feel so... light, and airy,” I said. I ascended and rotated in the air, blowing up with the warmth gifted to me by Selph. My clothes were torn asunder by my belly and breasts as they surged to more than triple their original size. I cupped my boobs and squeezed them, letting out a moan at how unexpectantly sensitive they had become. “I feel like I could just... I could just...”

“You’re taking to the spell much better than my last new recruit,” Selph smiled and reached up to pat my head. “What a good balloon you are.”

“I’m... a good... balloon,” I said, enchanted by my own weightlessness. My trousers protested and made a good effort at staying intact, but they couldn’t fight the annihilating pressure of my gigantic thighs. Selph conjured an array of mirrors, and I instantly grew hard from how enormous and full my thighs had become. I bit my lip and was rocked by another surge of pleasure. My cock sprung up and out, the length of Selph’s arm and as thick as one of my breasts.

“I’m a good balloon, a really good balloon, and... balloons... they... they...!”

Selph crossed his arms and watched with an approving stare. “Go on, what do they do once they get nice and big, nice and tight?”

“They... go...”

Hot purple gas leaked out of my cock head, my nipples, even my ears and nose. I went cross-eyed and in a matter of seconds my round midsection swelled up to consume my limbs, enveloping me in my own spherical, rubber body. Up was down, left was right, directions and sense became moot, and all that remained was me - the balloon - and an orgasm so powerful it had the potential to blow me apart.

And it did. I exploded into a mass of sticky purple, blue and pink goo.

“And now, you’re all set for your first day,” Selph raised a goo covered claw, and raised my body from the deluge. My shape was permanently changed. I took my previously curvaceous, inflated form, but with even more exaggeration in the hips and chest. A thick tail spread out behind me to counterbalance the weight in my breasts and belly, and my face was that of a cartoonish otter. A green meter had been painted over my belly, detailing my current level of arousal and my proximity to detonation.

“I’ll pick your brain at a later date for that technological knowledge, but in the meantime, I think you would be better suited for the job of a mindless balloon in one of our night clubs.”

I sighed happily. “Whatever you say blimp boss, now when do I get to pump up again?”