As the tiny, trapped Cyber Space Warriors wriggled in the sweaty confines of the Badboy Baboon's gym bag, a new sound echoed from above—a strange, high-pitched giggle. Alex, Luke, and Carl strained their ears, their tiny bodies overwhelmed by the thick stench of sweat and dirty socks. Then, the gym bag unzipped just enough for a pair of curious eyes to peer in.
“Well, what do we have here? Looks like someone’s been left behind in the laundry!”
The tiny warriors looked up to see the grinning face of the Balloon Goon, one of Lord Skullface’s more mischievous monsters. His balloon-like body bounced gently as he hovered over the opening of the bag, his round face beaming with amusement at the sight of the shrunken warriors stuck inside the Baboon’s filthy, sweaty laundry.
“Let us out!” Carl squeaked, pushing a massive, smelly sock off his head. “Come on, man, this isn’t funny!”
The Balloon Goon’s grin widened. “Oh, I don’t know… It looks pretty funny to me! But I’ll tell you what, I’m feeling generous. I’ll let you out of there, but on one condition.”
Alex, struggling to breathe under the weight of the Baboon’s enormous jock strap, managed to ask, “What condition?”
The Balloon Goon bounced slightly, his body jiggling with excitement. “You’ve got to agree to become my personal balloon pals! We’ll have so much fun together!”
The three tiny warriors exchanged helpless glances. They were trapped, drenched in the stink of the Baboon’s sweaty clothes, and had no other choice. The air inside the bag was nearly unbearable, and the overwhelming odor was making it hard to think straight.
Luke, struggling under a crumpled gym shirt, finally gave in. “Fine! Just… get us out of here, please!”
The Balloon Goon’s grin grew impossibly wide. “Deal!”
With a snap of his rubbery fingers, the stinky gym bag disappeared, and the tiny warriors suddenly found themselves free—floating in mid-air. But something wasn’t right. Instead of returning to their normal size, they began to feel… different. Their bodies tingled, and they started to expand.
“Wait—what’s happening?” Alex shouted, his voice still high-pitched.
Carl’s eyes widened in horror as he saw his arms and legs start to swell, his muscles bulging unnaturally. “Oh no… This isn’t what I signed up for!”
The warriors’ bodies began to grow, but not in the way they expected. Their arms, legs, and torsos puffed up like balloons, their skin stretching and growing rounder with every passing second. They floated higher and higher, their limbs swelling and losing their definition until they resembled giant, floating orbs.
“Help!” Luke squeaked, his cheeks puffing up as he inflated even further. His arms and legs became stubbier as his round, naked body expanded far beyond normal size, swelling into an enormous, blimp-like shape.
Alex tried to resist, but his body betrayed him as he too inflated, his once-athletic frame becoming a massive, rounded balloon. “This… is… not good!” he wheezed, his voice now full of helium.
Carl, now nearly twice his normal size, flailed helplessly as his limbs disappeared into his growing, balloon-like body. “I’m a blimp! We’re all blimps!” he cried out, his helium voice cracking as his body continued to puff up.
The Balloon Goon floated beside them, giggling uncontrollably. “Oh, you three are perfect! My very own balloon pals!”
The warriors tried to protest, but they were so inflated that they could barely speak, let alone move. They hovered helplessly, naked and round, their enormous, balloon-like bodies bobbing gently in the air as the Balloon Goon admired his handiwork. The three warriors were now twice the size of a normal person, butt naked and totally rounded out. The Balloon Good spread his puffy fingers and unleashed a sputtering gassy pheromone from his fingertips. "One final adjustment. A little arousal gas!" The pheromone wafted over the inflated warriors, and one, by one, their cocks hardened and poked out from their spherical bodies. Their eyes rolled back with a rush of pleasure.
“Well, looks like you’re all ready for some fun,” the Balloon Goon giggled and examined each ballooned boy, fondling their raging erections and sending them spinning and floating, bumping and bouncing up against one another. Alex, Luke, and Carl could only moan with pleasure as their enormous, bloated forms swayed and bumped, now completely helpless as the Balloon Goon’s latest playthings. They tried to speak, but their puffy cheeks made it difficult to form words.
"Don't bother talking, boys. You're totally blimpified now. I'll handle things from here. Now let's see. Should I keep you for myself?" the monster pondered. "Or make you a gift for Lord Skullface..."