as you lay on the grass thrashing and gigling more vines begin to tickle
you. At first you like it but then you start to feel odd.
You feel bloated somehow, how odd.
But it would be odd when you see your breasts getting bigger, swelling like there's no tomorrow.
Then your stomach swells along with your arms looking like overstuffed sauages and fattened
legs.
Through all of this you hear a soft laughter coming from the vines themselves. It's almost as if they enjoy blowing you up.
You now look like a blow-up doll too blown up.
And now you are floating and the vines are still tickling you. You look like a parade balloon being set free. You can't talk now because your cheeks look like your storing beachballs and your lips are the
size of bananas, your fingers are the size of plumped hot dogs, the vines have done their job well.
You float up higher in the sky and the wind steers you like you were a blimp, which
you are now. You are now a blimp.