"Clear thoughts." Hazel Donovan repeated to herself, fighting the buzz of frustration in her chest. "Open mind, blue sky. Don't control the wind. BE the wind. Be the leaf, be the wind….Breath…"
She took a deep enough breath to feel her snug workout gear strain against her curves, then exhaled, kicking up a small dust storm around her. The wind grew, plucking at her fur and teasing her ears. She took another breath, noticing that the markings on her legs and stomach were starting to glow as she felt her chest swell with air. She blew out a long, hard exhale and the wind all around her increased to a pitched gale. She felt her feet leave the ground, and her eyes again flicked up to that vast blue sky. Like a deep ocean she could fall into forever.
Hazel felt a sudden tug as the cyclone she had formed around herself suddenly decided to bring her in for the ride. She was yanked into the maelstrom and swirled end over end, yelling more in exasperation than fear as she finally was pitched back at the unforgiving ground.
Hazel always found the little things about her elemental bond the most unexpected. Today, she was becoming familiar with her newfound springiness. She was more liable to rebound than bruise in response to impact, and if she ever hit the ground with sufficient force, she bounced.
"WhalOOF!"
Hazel yelped as she fell against her own breasts, sprang off of them and was sent into a flailing backflip. She was still midair when she threw out her hands, sending a whirl of air in all directions and arresting her momentum. She came down in a heap, grateful that whenever she wasn't actively being launched at the earth, she came down lightly.
The white-furred retriever was back to sitting, and looking up. She grimaced as she bent over and disentangled the safety line that had wrapped itself around her legs in the pandemonium. One end of the paracord was tied around her ankle, the other to a sturdy signpost that was the only marker of civilization in this particular square of the badlands. The safety measure felt as though it might sooner strangle Hazel before it got a chance to act in any preventative capacity.
She finished pulling her legs free and let the line play out, then she pulled off the large, silvered aviators that she had been using to keep the sun and dirt out of her eyes and inspected them for damage. They were unmarred, which was a small blessing. The way she was built, a face plant usually resulted in a mouthful of her own cleavage rather than dirt.
Hazel sighed, watching the dirt in front of her bloom and scurry away from the minor gust that had exited her mouth. The magical winds that permeated and filled her usually reacted to her commands, other times acting of her own accord or reacting to the slightest gesture. Akila Maye, her magical mentor, had told her that seeking control of her imbued powers wasn’t the answer. She had to let it move her just as much as she moved it, until she couldn’t tell the difference. Then using the winds would feel as natural as one of her limbs.
It seemed like such a nice philosophy in theory, but Hazel only knew how to learn things through study and practice. She was taking her mentor’s advice and trying to be more spontaneous and experimental, which is what had brought her out to the middle of the Sterling badlands of her own initiative, far from prying eyes.
Flight had seemed like an ambitious goal, even if Hazel knew for a fact that she must be capable of it. The very first thing she had done as a living windsock had been to bob around on a string in defiance of gravity and sense. The bewildered helplessness she had felt still rattled her. She found her thoughts drifting back to that moment, the sensation of that vast maelstrom of air whirling inside of her, the tautness of her stretched out skin, the constant, upward pull that threatened to drag her up and away from the world below…
Hazel’s fingers were on her flat stomach, tracing the spiral design that had been inscribed there, another little safety measure courtesy of Akila. Her hand moved upwards, drumming on the top of one of her volleyball-breasts as she returned her eyes skyward. It wasn’t really that bad, having a figure like hers. It wasn’t as if she had any extra weight to haul around, and the minor inconveniences presented by having a pair of constantly deployed airbags in front and behind her was mitigated by the unfamiliar sense of giddy pride she felt wherever she squeezed her girls into a snug top or caught a glimpse of her own silhouette. She had briefly considered a future of oversized hoodies and baggy sweatpants, but anything beyond the most minimal, breezy clothing felt heavy and stifling on her. It was most likely another symptom of being so tied to the open air that left little option but to flash her assets. Hazel let a smirk play on her lips as she bounced slightly on her own rump. She may not have asked for this body, but she could certainly work it.
A dumb idea began to conjure itself in her mind. It was bizarre, had no sense to it and was more than a little sexy. It felt like exactly the kind of thing Akila would cook up. She bounced again, and a gust of wind helped push her to her feet. She looked up at the sky again, and tried to figure out exactly what would be so scary about getting lost up there.
A solid answer didn't come to her, and she chose to live in that uncertainty for the moment.
Hazel took another breath, and untied the rope around her ankle.
She began to feel the winds stir inside of her, and the breeze swirl with greater intensity. She couldn't hold or force the air to push her upwards, but she could let it take her there, with a little guidance. Another deep breath, and now her chest was pushing against the fabric of her top, just as her butt was inching out from under her suddenly too-small shorts. Then she just let it keep going, feeling like she had unclenched a muscle inside of herself.
"Let's play." Hazel exhaled.
The core of wind inside of her was blowing hard now, but instead of staying to inflate her belly, Hazel kept it flowing, up into her unwarded chest and down into her butt. Both sites accepted the building air. The ballooning retriever watched the twin white globes of her breasts push outwards, stretching out the elastic of her top to make way for the upper half of her bosoms that rose like twin loaves of bread in the oven. She couldn't get a perfect look at it, but an inquisitive hand reminded her that her blimping backside was keeping pace. The symbols inscribed on her arms and legs were glowing now, doing their job to keep the bulk of the wind from entering her limbs. The lower wards had their work cut out for them, as her thighs swelled to keep up with her butt.
Hazel gave her own backside a playful squeeze, feeling the swirling pressure beneath her fur press against her fingers. She returned her attention to her breasts, pleasantly startled at how large they had gotten. Their upper hemispheres had nearly become level with her snout, and the undersides had completely snuck free of her top, rendering the majority of the once secure garment a simple black band of fabric to hug the swelling sphere.
"C'mon, hot stuff, let's see how sturdy they make this outfit…" Hazel laughed. She could recognize another symptom of her magic taking hold; the sense of lightheaded giddiness that seemed to follow exertion of her abilities. It felt almost like a mild, natural high. Magic felt good, especially wind magic to a wind elemental. It seemed to be encouraging her.
Hazel let the feelings come, enjoying the thrill as she felt her shorts slip up to cover barely the topmost fifth of her swelling buttocks. She shook her similarly blimping hips, feeling the vast dimensions of her ass sway back and forth, the slight momentum of the air inside her tugging her this way and that. Her breasts were now so big, they were eclipsing her vision, each one bigger than an exercise ball and showing no signs of stopping. Hazel felt a shiver of excitement as she imagined some nameless stranger standing in her blindspot, watching her become eclipsed by her own curves. It seemed the winds brought a sense of adventurous exhibitionism with them.
The winds in the badlands blew all around the bulging woman and through her, spinning up a dozen tiny dust devils in all directions. The fabric of her sportswear valiantly fought to stay intact, even though they were holding back an ever shrinking area of their wearer's modesty. Hazel curled one of her legs, kicking at the underside of her expanding butt with her sneakered heel. Then she kicked with the other leg, enjoying the force of rebound as each overfilled cheek bounced her foot back. Her hands rested on her expanding breasts as they dominated more and more of her field of vision. The seam of Hazel's cleavage was tickled by her black nose as she laughed again. Behind her silver sunglasses, Hazel's eyes sparkled with joy and gleamed with blue light.
It wasn't until she craned her head back to check on her butt that Hazel realized that neither of her feet were touching the ground.
She had become completely airborne without noticing, and didn't seem to be coming down.
Hazel whooped, and her assets responded with a surge of growth. She leaned back, resting her hands on the shelf of her backside as her swelling bosom pointed skyward. She had to be over ten feet off the ground, wrapped in a supportive nest of swirling air and pulled higher by the gale force within her. Flight, she’d achieved weightless flight. It was a little unwieldy and would need refinement, but it was a start.
The experiment was a success, she could dispel the air and come back down.
Eventually.
Hazel’s whirling core fluttered and she felt her fur ruffle with excitement as she let the winds continue to flow. Her curves redoubled their growth, straining her athletic gear even further and pulling her higher. She giggled into her own chest as its growth completely overtook her forward vision, giving her nothing to look at but her own wall of fuzzy cleavage. Her thighs had grown so thick around that they were forcing her legs apart. She brought one knee up beneath her and felt it bounce against the underside of one breast that dominated her fore. She felt so taut, and full and grand all over. The winds built, plucking at her open jacket as she brought one hand up to try and find purchase on her own ballooning breasts. Failing that, she used her other hand to stroke and rub at her butt. She glanced over her shoulder and felt a wild grin play across her features as she brought her hand down against one cheek with a hard slap. It barely stung, eliciting a hollow “BWONG”. Her butt wobbled and reverberated from the point of impact, tickling her entire lower half. Hazel laughed again, half-drunk on the elation of flight and the wild abandon on the winds.
Gradually, she let the swirling winds inside of her die down a bit, and pushed at her own bosom, thrusting her backside up until she could rotate forward in the air and place her chest beneath her, her bosom rising up on either side of her head and shoulders like a massive, plush cushion she had just belly flopped on to. Hazel let her butt be tugged up until it was level with the rest of her. She hung in the air, arms hugging and drumming against the twin globes of her bosom while her wagging tail tickled the spheres of her backside with its long fur. Parallel to the ground beneath her, Hazel almost resembled a low-hanging cloud.
She rested her head against one globe, feeling the winds tease and dance across the entirety of her expanse. She felt another giggle bubble its way out of her, mirthful and effortless. She kicked her plump legs in the air, heels bouncing off of her butt and the brief motion propelling her forward ever so slightly. Hazel resisted the urge to kick off her shoes, knowing that eventually she'd have to go looking for them. This method of levitation was messy, inefficient, cumbersome and glorious. She had accomplished it her way, building on what she knew.
She'd come back down soon. Probably see if the elasticity and durability that she had bought this wardrobe for actually held up, then begin the jog back to the bus and the warm shower that awaited her. But for now, she could just enjoy the wind and the sky and herself.
The inflated retriever smirked as playful thoughts bounced around her head without abandon. She'd need to show Akila this new trick when she got the chance. Maybe Hazel would surprise her with it.
Just a short story featuring the bouyant Hazel, wonderfully depicted by JAEH
Hazel is a character of my own, set in the world of Sterling City created by Kikatsu
She took a deep enough breath to feel her snug workout gear strain against her curves, then exhaled, kicking up a small dust storm around her. The wind grew, plucking at her fur and teasing her ears. She took another breath, noticing that the markings on her legs and stomach were starting to glow as she felt her chest swell with air. She blew out a long, hard exhale and the wind all around her increased to a pitched gale. She felt her feet leave the ground, and her eyes again flicked up to that vast blue sky. Like a deep ocean she could fall into forever.
Hazel felt a sudden tug as the cyclone she had formed around herself suddenly decided to bring her in for the ride. She was yanked into the maelstrom and swirled end over end, yelling more in exasperation than fear as she finally was pitched back at the unforgiving ground.
Hazel always found the little things about her elemental bond the most unexpected. Today, she was becoming familiar with her newfound springiness. She was more liable to rebound than bruise in response to impact, and if she ever hit the ground with sufficient force, she bounced.
"WhalOOF!"
Hazel yelped as she fell against her own breasts, sprang off of them and was sent into a flailing backflip. She was still midair when she threw out her hands, sending a whirl of air in all directions and arresting her momentum. She came down in a heap, grateful that whenever she wasn't actively being launched at the earth, she came down lightly.
The white-furred retriever was back to sitting, and looking up. She grimaced as she bent over and disentangled the safety line that had wrapped itself around her legs in the pandemonium. One end of the paracord was tied around her ankle, the other to a sturdy signpost that was the only marker of civilization in this particular square of the badlands. The safety measure felt as though it might sooner strangle Hazel before it got a chance to act in any preventative capacity.
She finished pulling her legs free and let the line play out, then she pulled off the large, silvered aviators that she had been using to keep the sun and dirt out of her eyes and inspected them for damage. They were unmarred, which was a small blessing. The way she was built, a face plant usually resulted in a mouthful of her own cleavage rather than dirt.
Hazel sighed, watching the dirt in front of her bloom and scurry away from the minor gust that had exited her mouth. The magical winds that permeated and filled her usually reacted to her commands, other times acting of her own accord or reacting to the slightest gesture. Akila Maye, her magical mentor, had told her that seeking control of her imbued powers wasn’t the answer. She had to let it move her just as much as she moved it, until she couldn’t tell the difference. Then using the winds would feel as natural as one of her limbs.
It seemed like such a nice philosophy in theory, but Hazel only knew how to learn things through study and practice. She was taking her mentor’s advice and trying to be more spontaneous and experimental, which is what had brought her out to the middle of the Sterling badlands of her own initiative, far from prying eyes.
Flight had seemed like an ambitious goal, even if Hazel knew for a fact that she must be capable of it. The very first thing she had done as a living windsock had been to bob around on a string in defiance of gravity and sense. The bewildered helplessness she had felt still rattled her. She found her thoughts drifting back to that moment, the sensation of that vast maelstrom of air whirling inside of her, the tautness of her stretched out skin, the constant, upward pull that threatened to drag her up and away from the world below…
Hazel’s fingers were on her flat stomach, tracing the spiral design that had been inscribed there, another little safety measure courtesy of Akila. Her hand moved upwards, drumming on the top of one of her volleyball-breasts as she returned her eyes skyward. It wasn’t really that bad, having a figure like hers. It wasn’t as if she had any extra weight to haul around, and the minor inconveniences presented by having a pair of constantly deployed airbags in front and behind her was mitigated by the unfamiliar sense of giddy pride she felt wherever she squeezed her girls into a snug top or caught a glimpse of her own silhouette. She had briefly considered a future of oversized hoodies and baggy sweatpants, but anything beyond the most minimal, breezy clothing felt heavy and stifling on her. It was most likely another symptom of being so tied to the open air that left little option but to flash her assets. Hazel let a smirk play on her lips as she bounced slightly on her own rump. She may not have asked for this body, but she could certainly work it.
A dumb idea began to conjure itself in her mind. It was bizarre, had no sense to it and was more than a little sexy. It felt like exactly the kind of thing Akila would cook up. She bounced again, and a gust of wind helped push her to her feet. She looked up at the sky again, and tried to figure out exactly what would be so scary about getting lost up there.
A solid answer didn't come to her, and she chose to live in that uncertainty for the moment.
Hazel took another breath, and untied the rope around her ankle.
She began to feel the winds stir inside of her, and the breeze swirl with greater intensity. She couldn't hold or force the air to push her upwards, but she could let it take her there, with a little guidance. Another deep breath, and now her chest was pushing against the fabric of her top, just as her butt was inching out from under her suddenly too-small shorts. Then she just let it keep going, feeling like she had unclenched a muscle inside of herself.
"Let's play." Hazel exhaled.
The core of wind inside of her was blowing hard now, but instead of staying to inflate her belly, Hazel kept it flowing, up into her unwarded chest and down into her butt. Both sites accepted the building air. The ballooning retriever watched the twin white globes of her breasts push outwards, stretching out the elastic of her top to make way for the upper half of her bosoms that rose like twin loaves of bread in the oven. She couldn't get a perfect look at it, but an inquisitive hand reminded her that her blimping backside was keeping pace. The symbols inscribed on her arms and legs were glowing now, doing their job to keep the bulk of the wind from entering her limbs. The lower wards had their work cut out for them, as her thighs swelled to keep up with her butt.
Hazel gave her own backside a playful squeeze, feeling the swirling pressure beneath her fur press against her fingers. She returned her attention to her breasts, pleasantly startled at how large they had gotten. Their upper hemispheres had nearly become level with her snout, and the undersides had completely snuck free of her top, rendering the majority of the once secure garment a simple black band of fabric to hug the swelling sphere.
"C'mon, hot stuff, let's see how sturdy they make this outfit…" Hazel laughed. She could recognize another symptom of her magic taking hold; the sense of lightheaded giddiness that seemed to follow exertion of her abilities. It felt almost like a mild, natural high. Magic felt good, especially wind magic to a wind elemental. It seemed to be encouraging her.
Hazel let the feelings come, enjoying the thrill as she felt her shorts slip up to cover barely the topmost fifth of her swelling buttocks. She shook her similarly blimping hips, feeling the vast dimensions of her ass sway back and forth, the slight momentum of the air inside her tugging her this way and that. Her breasts were now so big, they were eclipsing her vision, each one bigger than an exercise ball and showing no signs of stopping. Hazel felt a shiver of excitement as she imagined some nameless stranger standing in her blindspot, watching her become eclipsed by her own curves. It seemed the winds brought a sense of adventurous exhibitionism with them.
The winds in the badlands blew all around the bulging woman and through her, spinning up a dozen tiny dust devils in all directions. The fabric of her sportswear valiantly fought to stay intact, even though they were holding back an ever shrinking area of their wearer's modesty. Hazel curled one of her legs, kicking at the underside of her expanding butt with her sneakered heel. Then she kicked with the other leg, enjoying the force of rebound as each overfilled cheek bounced her foot back. Her hands rested on her expanding breasts as they dominated more and more of her field of vision. The seam of Hazel's cleavage was tickled by her black nose as she laughed again. Behind her silver sunglasses, Hazel's eyes sparkled with joy and gleamed with blue light.
It wasn't until she craned her head back to check on her butt that Hazel realized that neither of her feet were touching the ground.
She had become completely airborne without noticing, and didn't seem to be coming down.
Hazel whooped, and her assets responded with a surge of growth. She leaned back, resting her hands on the shelf of her backside as her swelling bosom pointed skyward. She had to be over ten feet off the ground, wrapped in a supportive nest of swirling air and pulled higher by the gale force within her. Flight, she’d achieved weightless flight. It was a little unwieldy and would need refinement, but it was a start.
The experiment was a success, she could dispel the air and come back down.
Eventually.
Hazel’s whirling core fluttered and she felt her fur ruffle with excitement as she let the winds continue to flow. Her curves redoubled their growth, straining her athletic gear even further and pulling her higher. She giggled into her own chest as its growth completely overtook her forward vision, giving her nothing to look at but her own wall of fuzzy cleavage. Her thighs had grown so thick around that they were forcing her legs apart. She brought one knee up beneath her and felt it bounce against the underside of one breast that dominated her fore. She felt so taut, and full and grand all over. The winds built, plucking at her open jacket as she brought one hand up to try and find purchase on her own ballooning breasts. Failing that, she used her other hand to stroke and rub at her butt. She glanced over her shoulder and felt a wild grin play across her features as she brought her hand down against one cheek with a hard slap. It barely stung, eliciting a hollow “BWONG”. Her butt wobbled and reverberated from the point of impact, tickling her entire lower half. Hazel laughed again, half-drunk on the elation of flight and the wild abandon on the winds.
Gradually, she let the swirling winds inside of her die down a bit, and pushed at her own bosom, thrusting her backside up until she could rotate forward in the air and place her chest beneath her, her bosom rising up on either side of her head and shoulders like a massive, plush cushion she had just belly flopped on to. Hazel let her butt be tugged up until it was level with the rest of her. She hung in the air, arms hugging and drumming against the twin globes of her bosom while her wagging tail tickled the spheres of her backside with its long fur. Parallel to the ground beneath her, Hazel almost resembled a low-hanging cloud.
She rested her head against one globe, feeling the winds tease and dance across the entirety of her expanse. She felt another giggle bubble its way out of her, mirthful and effortless. She kicked her plump legs in the air, heels bouncing off of her butt and the brief motion propelling her forward ever so slightly. Hazel resisted the urge to kick off her shoes, knowing that eventually she'd have to go looking for them. This method of levitation was messy, inefficient, cumbersome and glorious. She had accomplished it her way, building on what she knew.
She'd come back down soon. Probably see if the elasticity and durability that she had bought this wardrobe for actually held up, then begin the jog back to the bus and the warm shower that awaited her. But for now, she could just enjoy the wind and the sky and herself.
The inflated retriever smirked as playful thoughts bounced around her head without abandon. She'd need to show Akila this new trick when she got the chance. Maybe Hazel would surprise her with it.
Just a short story featuring the bouyant Hazel, wonderfully depicted by JAEH
Hazel is a character of my own, set in the world of Sterling City created by Kikatsu
Category Story / Inflation
Species Dog (Other)
Gender Female
Size 1920 x 1920px
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