It's hard being a witch's friend
by TheDood77, 2021-09-22 18:39:51

Jason walked up Zoe's driveway. He had an interesting relationship with the girl. He was nineteen, she was a year younger. They had both been in the high school musical together two years ago. Jason was tech, and Zoe had tried to be something more than a background dancer.
She was a pretty shy girl, and generally fun to be around, unless she got mad, in which case, she did some pretty stupid things.
That was actually how Jason had found out about her secret.
Zoe wasn't just an ordinary girl. She was a witch. She could cast spells and do rituals, the works. In theory, that is. She wasn't exactly a good student in the arts. She could do basic spells, like moving small objects, and making healing ointments, but not much more. She was naturally powerful, though. She just had trouble.
Jason had been working late on the set one night, when he heard the sound of two girls fighting out in the hall. He snuck out of the theatre, and, peaking around the corner, saw Zoe and another tall, blonde girl yelling at each other.
They were holding these little pointed stone sticks. Zoe's was white, but the other girl's was purple and flecked with gold, and to Jason's surprise, they were bother sparking, as if to punctuate their sentences. The blonde girl noticed Jason, and pointed at him, yelling, "Hey look behind you!" Zoe snapped her head around for a split second, but that was long enough for the other girl to send a spell at her, making her drop her wand, where it cracked into three pieces on the ground.
Zoe had gasped, and the other girl has simply laughed a mean-girl laugh and vanished into a puff of smoke.
After that Jason's like took a sharp turn. Within minutes Zoe's mothers were there, Angelica and Matilda. They were both powerful witches, and they were pissed off at the person who they though had broken their daughter's wand. Behind them, Zoe was getting redder and redder, her eyes pleading at Jason as if asking him to do something.
Eventually, though, she had spoken up, just as Angelica was about to turn Jason into a teapot with that pristine glassy wand of hers. Zoe told them the story, and was scolded, and had to buy a new wand, and apologize to Jason, and so on, and so fourth.
That's how Jason had first been invited to Zoe's house. It was a mesmerizing place, strait out of a Harry Potter book. Jason had barely been able to pay attention to anything the three women said to him, he was so transfixed by all of the artifacts. Seeing an opportunity, Matilda had told Zoe to show him. That's how their study relationship had started.
Jason was generally more disciplined than Zoe, and could help her out a lot with her homework when it came to magic. It was all so foreign and exciting to him that Zoe started to see the art through new eyes, and soon enough, she started to improve, so much so that her mothers had allowed Jason to come over to their house regularly.
Jason knocked on the door.
"Up here!" Yelled Zoe, from her room.
Jason opened up the door and jogged up the stairs, past strange, magical relics, and lots old baby pictures. It was funny how similar magical and non magical people were, he thought to himself.
"So, what did you need help with?" He asked, walking through the door into Zoe's room.
Zoe was at her desk, a bolt of burlap and a pile of straw strategically positioned behind her. "Oh, um, nothing much..."
Jason squinted, he had seen her in a mood like this before, she needed something from him. "What do you want, Zoe?" He asked.
She looked down at her feet. "Um, just a lock of your hair... We're doing voodoo in class this week!" She looked up a him with big, dark eyes.
Jason recoiled a little bit. "I'm not letting you make a voodoo doll of me!"
Zoe pursed her lips. "Why not, I won't do anything bad with it, I only need it to prove that I can make one work!"
"No way, what if it gets into the wrong hands?" Jason said.
"Oh please, you know I'm good for it!"
"Nah." Jason replied, "I can have something like that just floating around!"
"Come on, I'm sure this'll work out! I can do it, I swear!"
"Just like you could fly on a broom that one time? I seem to remember you got stuck in a tree."
"This is completely different, I promise!" Zoe pleaded.
"No, I can't, use your mom's hair, or something, I don't know"
Zoe grimmaced. "I can't. My parents are out of town, and the doll is due on Monday..."
Jason smirked, "Oh I see what's happening, you procrastinated, and maybe lost some materials, perhaps?"
Zoe nodded.
"Well, it sounds to me like you need to fess up for this one. I'm not giving you hair if you already lost what was given to you." Jason started to turn around.
"If you go I'll... I'll use my binding spell you!" Zoe said, grabbing her wand, grinning.
"What?" Jason asked, "You've tried this before, I know you can't do that spell."
"Oh yeah? I've been practicing this; watch!" Zoe raised her wand, and...
Pow!
A red bolt erupted from the pointed end of Zoe's wand. Like a bolt of lighting, it flew across the room, right to where Jason was was about to exit the door, and hit him square in the middle of his back, knocking him to the floor.
"Ow! What the fuck was that!?" Jason yelled, reaching to feel the smoldering patch of t-shirt that the spell had left behind.
"It was a binding spell, I told you that I would use one if you refused to help me on this project, and now, you have to!"
"Do I look bound to you?" Jason yelled back, waving his arms up in the air.
Zoe's eyes squinted for a moment. Jason had seen the look before, it was almost like he could see the cogs slowly clicking inside her head as she realized that her spell hadn't worked.
"No..." Zoe said, right on queue, examining her wand.
"Exactly," Jason replied, "You couldn't stop me from going if I wanted to, if you want to pull bullshit like this, at least try and fire spells that work. I'll see you at school. Hopefully you'll have calmed down by then and we can talk about this." Jason turned to go, but was stopped again by a deep, loud gurgle emanating from his gut.
Zoe bit her lip, her face reddening with embarrassment at the noise. "No, my spell did work... I just... didn't cast a binding spell..."
Jason winced as another growl filled the air. It felt like he had the worse gas of his life, but it just wouldn't leave his body. In fact, it felt like every second that passed, there was more and more of it in him. "Well then what was it?!" He said.
"It was a... a balloon spell that I made when I was in middle school. It, um, it fills up balloons..." Replied Zoe, looking down at her Mary Janes. "The word for the binding spell is Acract, the word for the balloon spell is Aract, it was an honest mistake!"
Jason's eyes widened at the reveal, his hand resting on a pot belly that was a flat stomach before. "Y-you mean that I'm gonna inflate like a balloon!?" He looked down at his mid section, watching in horror, and morbid fascination, at his gut as it slowly crept forward, drawing his grey t-shirt tighter and tighter every moment that passed. "What if I pop!? I can't hold air like a balloon!"
Zoe reddened again, an even deeper shade on her dark cheeks. "Well, that's the good news, you won't pop! I always burst balloons when I fill them up, so the spell makes it so the vessel can't pop until it's filled to an ideal balloon's shape..."
Jason looked up at her for a moment, eye's drawn away from his basketball belly for a moment. She could see that he didn't think that was very good news.
"So, how big am I gonna get? How long will this last?" He asked, subconsciously rubbing his globular belly.
"Well, that's the... not good news." Zoe replied. "I didn't make the spell for the balloons to deflate after, I would just go around and pop them myself. I don't really know how big you'll get, either... Spells work like a monkey's paw sometimes. You'll grow to ideal human balloon shape, I guess?"
"I know how spells work! You've been showing them to me for four years!" Jason stammered out. His belly was like a beachball now, and Zoe couldn't help but notice a tightening around the thighs of his pants, and around the sleeves of his t-shirt. There was a muffin top growing out from his sides as well, drawing his shirt ever tighter. "How can you fix this?!"
"I don't know!" Zoe was racking her mind for reverse spells that might work, but none came to mind. She was bad in stressful situations, and worse at reverse spells. "My parent's would know what to do!" Zoe was the only daughter of two prominent witches in the region, Matilda and Angelica Fowler. Unfortunately for her, and Jason, she had inherited Matilda's recklessness and Angelica's poor people skills; all of their magical potency, and none of their discipline. These factors were part of the reason why she had not went went with them to a coven gathering over the weekend, and also why she was accidentally turning her friend into a giant human balloon.
"Your parent's aren't here, though!' Jason yelled back. He could feel every inch of his body straining agains his clothes now. His shirt had ridden up slightly, revealing the bottom of his amply belly, his deep naval, and his huge love handles. His arms were staring to strain uncomfortably at the sleeves of his shirt, his biceps stuffed into the fabric like a loaf of bread that had risen over the sides of the pan. His legs were no better. The jeans he was wearing were more constricting than his shirt. He had already filled them out to the maximum. His ass had plumped up so much that the tops of his cheeks bloated over the top of the waist. His thighs were threatening to bust through the seams of the pant legs, and his calfs weren't doing him many favors either. Where most of his discomfort came from were his shoes, though. His feet had started to swell at the same time as his hands, but instead of having free air to grow into, his feet simply crammed themselves into every centimeter of foot space that he had in his shoes. Jason was sure he was about to burst the laces, but he couldn't check, he had long since lost the ability to see his feet.
"I know that!" Zoe said back. She felt lightheaded. She took books off the the shelves and flipped through them, looking for any kind of body spells, but most were just focusing on how to stop a bodily transformation, not on how to deflate a person. Zoe glanced up at Jason, her massive, inflating friend.
His lips were pursed in discomfort as his body strained against his outfit. His shirt sleeves had already ripped up to the collar, allowing the pale flesh of his arms to grow unheeded. He looked like he was even having trouble keeping them from sticking out strait. That would have made him look like a starfish, actually, a bit, bloated starfish, with a big, round belly sticking out in the middle. He had already widened his legs as much as he could, allowing his tree-trunk thighs to grow out, stretching the jeans like they were a pair of yoga pants, clinging onto him like a second skin. She could see his shoes were struggling, too. His feet had swollen so much that the laces on his shoes were almost sunken into the appendages. She could hear him whimpering and moaning as he swelled and swelled.
Zoe got up and went over to him. "Um... Do you want, like, you clothes undone?" His eyes were closed tight, and his cheeked and lips had puffed up considerably, bit he nodded, and she went to work.
The shirt was easy. It was old already, and on the cusp of being threadbare, so all Zoe had to do was grab a section of the shredded sleeves and rip all the way down to his waist. the shirt fell away after that, revealing his true rotundity. Belly was about the size of a weather balloon, full and taut, with two pecs on top of it, each swollen to about three times the size of her own breasts. The sight of them made her blush, his nipples were like pink mountains, each engorged with air.
She slid down to his pants next. They would be harder. Under his massive gut, his button still held on for dear life. Zoe carefully tried to undo it, only for it to spring out and hit her right in the forehead. "I deserved that." She though, wincing. After the button flew off, his fly unzipped itself, and much to her alarm, and sudden, embarrassing arousal, his junk poked out of his pants a little, only the over stretched pair of boxers he wore keeping it for revealing itself to her. Zoe reddened again, and started to pull down his pants. She found that the seat of the garment had been completely shredded by his huge ass, and the inner thighs had become completely threadbare, but still, she heard Jason sigh as they were pulled down to his ankles.
Zoe glanced up had his cock again. It was huge, grown to at least ten inches long, and girthy, too. To her surprise, it was erect as well. It must be the air filling it, she thought with a blush, watching as his balls inflated ever so slightly larger.
Shaking off her distraction, she got to work on his feet. She grabbed a box cutter from her desk, and with a careful stoke, she sliced his shoelaces, the tension sending the string s flying with a snap. She tried to lift his leg to slide the shoe off, and found that he was a lot lighter than before. In fact, she might have been able to lift him up with one arm if she'd wanted to.
Jason was still top heavy, though, and when Zoe picked up his leg he toppled over with a little yelp of surprise. He toppled over sideways, and landed on what was his side, but now was just a rounded flank of his massive gut, and rolled over onto his back, arms and legs sprawled out in a star. She still pulled off his shoes, to Jason's immense relief, and threw them to the side, releasing his bloated feet. As she peeled his socks off, she saw how much discomfort he must have been in. His toes were each swollen up like grapes, and the rest of his foot was so puffy and swollen, it almost looked round, at least on top. His sole still help the general shape, but it was a massive, puffy thing that looked impossible to walk on. All in all, it was about two times the size of his shoe.
"Thank you," Jason muttered through swollen lips. His face was always a little long, and sharp, but now, it was just... bloated. His lips were swollen to the size of popsicles, and his cheeks were each the size of a baseball. It made it hard to talk, and see, but Jason was beyond caring about any of that. Now, he was just glad he could grow unhindered. Well, except for his underwear, but he figured those wouldn't last long. Either he would outgrow them, or... Well, he'd seen the was Zoe was looking at him while he inflated, barely able to pay attention to her books...
"N-no problem," Zoe replied, flustered, "Um... are you comfortable, d-do you need anything?" Her eyes kept drifting to his massive cock, now at least twelve inches long, the head sticking out of his underpants.
"What do you think?" Jason retorted, craning his stiff neck to even see Zoe standing beside him, "I want you to deflate me! I'm still getting bigger, you know!"
Zoe could see what he was talking about. His body had become more and more globular as she was undressing him. His mid section looked similar to how it had, but now it was starting to sort of, consume his legs and arms. Jasons legs were stubby now, his thighs were wider, much wider, but the length of his leg was only about two feet long, spreading out to merge with his rounded belly. Zoe could even see his ass start to flatten along the sphere of his body. His cheeks were massive, like twin beam back chairs mashed together. They took up the majority of his back now, and Zoe couldn't help but want to get a better look. She could move him now, too... It would probably only take a poke...
Jason lay staring at the ceiling, a constant pressure building and building all over his body. He felt it everywhere, from his head to his toes. He couldn't even move now, not even wiggle his fingers, they had grown so stiff. If he could see them, he was sure that they'd be as fat as sausages. Then he felt two hands on his side.
"Zoe! What are you doing?" he called out, unable to see his friend no matter how hard he tried to move his neck, or, what was a neck, and now just a small, and rapidly shrinking protrusion from the globe of his body. "Zoe?" He got no answer.
Zoe bit her lip as her friend called out. She placed two hands on his side, one right next to a pink, puffy nipple, and shoved him. He rolled easily, giving a yell when he did. On his back she saw his massive ass, the two fat globes slightly protruding from his body. She bit her lip, and smacked his left cheek.
Jason yelped and blushed as he felt it, but was surprised to find that it wasn't really a bad feeling... The smack send him bouncing across the floor, almost floating. He felt his cock twitch.
"Zoe..." He sad as he come to a stop.
"I know, I'm sorry! I just had to, you're... you're so big!" Zoe bit her lip.
"No, do you mind... ahem... um, doing more like that?"
Zoe felt herself get hot. Not just in her face this time, but all over her body. Something about watching Jason inflate like a balloon had awakened a new feeling in her. It was a deep, sexual desire, but, more of a masculine one. She'd been fucked before, but it was almost always big, muscular, macho guys. Now she was in complete control... and she liked it.
"Oh, sure, um... just a second!" Zoe grabbed the waistband of his boxers and yanked, eliciting another peep from Jason. His dick and balls spilled out tingling from the sudden sensation. Jason didn't know what he was doing, all he knew was that something about this had turned him on, big time. He'd been shoving it down, trying to stay mad, but now, he realized that with every inch of girth his body gained, he became more and more sensitive, and he was pretty sure Zoe knew it too.
Zoe grinned, looking at his massive cock. It was bigger than she'd imagined, now that it was out. Probably 14 inches long, and too thick to get her hand around, the shaft was massive, nestled above his massive balls, each nearly the size of a softball, maybe ever bigger.
Zoe's pussy throbbed as she grabbed Jason by the dick and turned him over onto his back again. Heat rushed into the member as she did so, and Jason let a moan escape his lips. Zoe looked at his cock before doing anything. Massive as it was, it was handsome too, and shapely. He had a patch of brown pubic hair around the base that would have been thick, if short, had it not been for his size. now, it was a patch spread out over a half-foot. Zoe ran her hand along it, feeling its roughness, and the tight, bouncy flesh beneath.
Jason felt warm all over. He could see his skin flush a light pink all over his body as Zoe groped and felt him. He couldn't see her, but he closed his eyes and imagined her. Light brown skin, and a pretty face with a cute, flat nose, and a tiny gap in her teeth. Her frizzy, black curls piled all around her head. Her breasts, shapely and large in her white top wit the burgundy jacket. Her large, loose ass that jiggled when she walked, her big thighs, and what was in between them... Jason could feel himself getting harder, somehow, and then, he felt her tongue.
Zoe pressed her mouth to the tip of Jason's penis. She had tried to fit her mouth around it, but she couldn't hope to get even the tip inside her, much less the whole shaft. Instead, she sort of, sucked on it, and licked it, and stroked it up and down, with one hand, two hands, and eventually, her thighs.
She could head Jason moaning and shuttering from the other side of his globe body. He had grown so light that she was pressing down on him with both hands to keep him on the ground. She had his cock between her legs, and was grinding her clit on it, feeling the springiness of it beneath her her pussy.
Jason forgot everything. He was only concerned with his cock, and the warm softness of Zoe's thighs as they clamped down on him, rising and falling, rubbing the tip of his dick to her vagina. Then, she let go. Jason's eyes widened as he began to float to the ceiling. He toppled head over heels as he rose, and bumped agains the roof.
Zoe waved at him from below, and blew him a kiss. Then, she slid her black leggings off, and her pink panties, the crotch soaked from her wet vagina. Then her top came off, and she unclipped her bra to let her tits spill out. Jason reddened, and has cock hardened, and he couldn't do anything about it. He just bit his fat lip, and watched her big ass wobble as she strutted across the room, and with a tug on his cock, pulled him to the ground.
She turned Jason over, and placed a hand on his chest so her loomed over him, his head just barely between her big legs. "You want me, big boy?" She teased.
"Yes..." said Jason, he did want her, but he didn't want to talk, he wanted his cock inside her.
"I don't know if want is a strong enough word, you need me, don't you?"
Jason started up at Zoe's vagina, slightly parted between her legs. "I need you..."
Zoe smirked, "What was that?"
"I need you! Please, just fuck me! I'm so t-tight, I feel like I'm gonna explode!"
"Well, as long as you ask nicely..." Zoe bent down and kissed his fat lips. She felt good like this. She was always the dumb one in the group, always a bit slower, always doing the wrong thing, but this felt right. Jason was hers now, and he wasn't gonna argue.
Zoe grabbed a fat hand and spun Jason around. She grabbed his cock as it went by and squeezed it. Then, she pushed him down, and slid herself over him.
She couldn't take as much of him as she wanted to, but still, Zoe was surprised at her elasticity. She managed to sit over his whole tip, and about and inch of his shaft. It was more than enough for either of them.
Jason felt muscles clench inside his mass. He'd never had sex like this this before. He was sedative all over. Zoe's hands were pressed into his lower belly, making divots in the flesh, just like how his hands, feet, and head were sitting, almost swallowed by his bulk. He felt Zoe around him, sliding herself up and down on his dick, stretched tight by the size of it.
Then, in a moment, they came. Zoe was down over him when she felt him squirt his seed inside her. It was enough to send her over the edge. She leaned over Jason, warm pulses sending shivers up and down his body over and over and over again, until he slipped out from under her, and she fell on her hands and knees, still electrified by the orgasm.
Jason hit the ceiling and bounced a few times, drops of cum flicking off his penis. He was hot to the touch as he watched Zoe sigh below him, and look up with another grin. She reached up and pulled him down into a kiss. Then, she pushed him onto the floor, and climbed up on top of him.
"You alright if I sleep up here?" Zoe asked.
"I can't really say no..." Jason replied, feeling Zoe settle into his bulk.
. . .
In the morning, Jason woke with a start. He stared up in confusion, wondering what was happening, why he couldn't feel his arms, and why he was looking down from the ceiling. Then it all came back to him in a rush. The homework, the swelling, Zoe... Where was Zoe, she was asleep on his chest, but now she was no where to be seen.
"Zoe?" He called out.
"I'll be right there!" She replied, climbing up the stairs. She had a big plate of fruit and pancakes in her arms. "I thought you might be hungry..."
Jason was quite hungry, he hadn't eaten since ehe had started to blow up last night, twelve hours ago, by Zoe's alarm clock. "Yes, I am."
"Ok then!" Zoe grabbed on one of his feet and produced a spool of twine from her pocket. "This might be rough... It's the only rope that I could find around the house."
"It's ok, anything to get off the ceiling!" Jason laughed nervously, eyes fixed on his massive, swollen body that sloped down before him. He had thought last night mostly a dream, the inflating, the sex, the floating, but now it was real. And he was being tied down by his fat, bloated feet like a party balloon.
Zoe finished up tying him down. "There!" She put her hands on her hips, looking accomplished. "So what would you like to eat first?"
Jason reddened. He would need to be fed like this, the thought hadn't even crossed his mind. "Um, the pancakes, if you don't mind..."
They sat in awkward silence for ten minutes as Zoe fed Jason. It was hard through his bloated lips, but she got the hang of it quickly enough. She couldn't stop thinking of what she'd done last night. She had turned her friend into a blimp, and then fucked him. Her parents would be livid if they came home and found him like this... She needed to deflate him, and fast. The sight of him still made her wet, though. She was so turned on by the sight of that massive, engorged cock, and how helpless Jason was as a blimp. Maybe if she could keep a spell just for them that would inflate him whenever she liked...
Jason swallowed the last bite. "About last night..."
"Y-yeah" Zoe could feel heat rise from her neck up into her face. She always blushed.
"I, um, I really enjoyed it. You kind of made me, ah, cum harder than I ever had before..."
Zoe smiled. This is exactly what she wanted to hear. "So..." She traced her hand down his swollen chest, "You like being my balloon? My big, fat, blimp?"
Jason blushed. "Yes, I do... I can't believe I'm saying this... I love being a blimp boy for you, Zoe..."
Zoe shivered and bit her lip... She could feel a draft tickle her undercarriage. "Well, either way, you need to get back to normal. My parents will be so mad if they see you, they might blow me up just to teach me a lesson... We need to find a way to deflate you."
Jason was a mixture of disappointed and gladdened at those words. Part of him was worried that he might turn out to be Zoe's fuck toy for the rest of his days... not that he'd really mind that, to a certain point. But he missed his legs, and being able to eat on his own.
"But," Zoe said, pulling off her shirt to reveal her big, ample breasts, "My parents aren't going to be home until Monday. We've still got quite a while." And with that, she slid herself over his cock, and both of them were lost in ecstasy.