You went to the studio address on the Roll Out pamphlet. In all honesty you were a bit of a sucker for those obstacle course shows like Takeshi’s Castle or Wipeout, so out of the gate this one interested you. Although, you were a bit curious about the inflation gimmick. It seemed like they were trying to appeal to a pretty niche demographic, so no wonder they streamed the show online instead of national television. The grand prize was $10-million though, so you had to at least give it a shot.
The front desk staff asked you to fill out your name, gender, and other stuff for legal reasons, and then you’d be good to go. You put down:
Name: Leon Nonymous
Sex: Male
Gender: (odd, didn’t you already... never mind) Man
Age: 25
Hair: Brown
Eye: Green
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5’ 11’
Weight: 180 lbs
After all the paperwork was done, you were lead to the soundstage where filming was to take place and met the producer. She was a very unusual looking woman with a body that was a perfect sphere with twiggy arms and legs. She wore a red turtleneck and a black shirt, tied her blonde hair back into a ponytail, and carried a clipboard.
“So, you’re Mr Leon,” she said, extending a hand, “I’m Bianca Boll, this show’s producer. Thanks for coming onto the show!”
“Thank you for having me, ma’am,” you shake her hand, “So, when does filming start?”
“Eager one, aren’t we?” Bianca grinned, “Well you won’t have to wait long. The other three contestants are suiting up in the changing rooms. You should go put on your costume before we blow you up. Wouldn’t want to ruin your street clothes!”
You were then taken to the dressing rooms where you were instructed to change into what appeared to be a two-toned spandex suit. It was extremely form fitting, clinging onto your body like a second layer of skin, ending at your wrists, ankles, and neck. It was split horizontally between a green top half and a blue bottom half. You were asked to go barefoot, but you put up with it even with how dirty the floor probably was.
Next you met the other three contestants, two girls and one other guy. They all wore spandex suits similar to your own, but in different colors, and looked to be around your age.
First was a rather twig like girl with ginger pigtails and a pale freckled complexion, dressed in a pink and green outfit. “Hiya, m’name’s Bonnie,” she introduced herself with a southern twinge in her voice, “Lookin’ forward to winning that ten mill? Fat chance, pard’ner! I might not look it, but I am a master athlete!”
Second was a short and chubby lady with black hair and blue eyes, dressed in a blue and purple outfit. “H-hey, my name’s Jane,” she said timidly, “If I’m being completely honest, I’m not in this for the money. My roommate found my inflation porn folder a couple months ago and recommended I try it out. K-kinda excited to turn into a balloon today, not gonna lie... heh heh... ohh.”
Last was the tanned dude with cropped blonde hair and brown eyes in a gold and red outfit. “Name’s Carson, brah,” he grinned in a surfer bro kind of way, “So like, this is a balloon obstacle course? Wicked, dude! Let’s all have a good time today! Might even go home a millionaire, so I’m gonna go all out!”
The producer strode over with a grin on her face. “Alright! You all look almost ready,” she exclaimed, “now all we need to do is blow you up!”
“So, how’s it work?” Bonnie asked, “Ya stick a hose in the suit and make us into balloons that way?”
“D-does the hose go in your mouth?” Jane asked, sweating a bit.
“Dude,” Carter glanced at her, “that sounds so weird.”
“No, no hoses,” Bianca shook her head, “We have these little capsules for you to swallow. Once you do they’ll turn you into big, round balls that swallow up your arms and legs. Your feet will also grow a bit so that you can waddle around on them, but your hands will be next to useless, sticking out of your inflated body and not able to do much else but flap. This is all part of the challenge, you see?”
“So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh?” Bonnie smirked, “I ain’t gonna let that slow me down then!”
“Ooh, I can’t wait!” Jane squealed.
“Is this legal?” Carter asked, “I mean, I signed the contract, but I didn’t think you were gonna go this far.”
“This isn’t gonna be permanent, is it?” you ask.
“Not unless you want it to be,” the producer winked, “So, are you all ready to play?”