"Nate!" you yell, trying to sound firm. "Look at us! We're changing into balloon animals! We look fucking ridiculous! We've got to pull it together and sell more balloons. We can't get trapped like this!"
Nate calms down a little. "SNOINK! Okay. Yeah. You're SQUEAL - you're right. I just feEEEEEEEEEEEel so wound-up ... like SNORT like anything could just set SNORT SNORT me off, acting like a pig - SQUEAL! - some more."
"Well," you say, "I guess that's why they call you Pig-Nate."
"AaaaaaghSQUEAL!" Nate exclaims, "Dude! Don't OINK don't call SNORT me that!" He's grabbing his sides again, wincing uncomfortably. Dammit - did you just trigger another change by calling him Pig-Nate? What did you do?
"Are you okay, man?" you ask. Something is definitely happening to him. You can hear the familiar soft hissing sound of inflation. "Oh fuck...and I SQUEAL changing?" Nate asks.
You're both still wearing speedos, and you can see almost all of Nate's body - so it's easy to see what's happening to him. He's not changing into more of a pig...he's just...getting fat. It's a very slow process: first his belly gets just slightly soft and bulgey around the bellybutton. His firm lower abs sink away into a roll of fat just above the speedo. His hands are on his stomach, and he can feel it happening - "Oh, no! SQUEAL!" He says.
Next his ass starts to bulge. The speedo barely covered his cheeks as it was, and now they both start to grow larger... and softer ... rounder ... BIGGER. His once-firm, tight, muscular butt is getting lost under layers of fat. It's pretty big now, pushing the speedo up into his ass crack - Nate reaches around and gives his ass a squeeze to feel it. "OINK! He says. It's so soft and fatty, it's like a pillow under his squeezing fingers. "Damn, my SNORT ass is huge! What the OINK fuck is SQUEAL happening?"
Now his belly's growing again. It was just a soft roll of fat above his waist, but now it's swelling into a full-on gut. Love handles start to sink out of his sides, and his belly pushes further and further out, curvy and round. Nate reaches around his new belly, lifting it a bit and letting it fall. It jiggles a little, hanging just a bit over the waistband of his speedo.
You don't know why, but you can't resist giving it a touch. You press just slightly against his new belly, and it gives, softly. It feels so good - squeezy, cozy, warm. You grab it again, holding Nate's fat and rubbing his fatty stomach.
"Hey, that OINK! That feeEEEEEEEEls pretty good," says Nate. He suddenly grabs you and pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you as you drop your weighted balloons to the ground again. you feel your own small body pressing against his fat belly, so soft and squishy. You reach around behind him, and let your fingers sink into the fat of his ass.
"Ohhhhh," sighs Nate, and very softly adds, "squeeeeeeeeal."
Another change starts - his sexy, muscular chest starts to soften and bulge. He used to have really defined pecs, but now, in his embrace, you feel them turn squishy and soft. You press your chest into his and feel it flatten softly against you. You look down at them, saggy and round, and grab one of them - his fat feels so good to squueze and jiggle.
Nate's getting a little self-conscious now. "Hey, man, OINK! Come on...SQUEAL!"
His muscular arms, wrapped around you, start to soften.
"You know what?" You suddenly realize. "It's your squealing! Every time you squeal, you get a little fatter."
Nate figured it out at the same time you did. He looks at his arm - it's flabby, undefined, wide and fat.
"Should I OINK! Stop?" he asks.