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Alternate story:
Kiyoh’s Inflated Captivity:
Kiyoh Bachika had fought Beastmen before.
She had faced dangers alongside Team Dai-Gurren, standing resilient in the chaos of war.
She had dodged missiles, wrestled with fate, and faced down death itself without flinching.
But never, not once, had she imagined she’d end up like this.
Her body ached—stretched, swollen, and straining under an impossible weight.
Every breath she took felt foreign, her entire being filled with an unnatural pressure.
The cool night air brushed against her bare skin, but she could hardly feel it beneath the overwhelming tautness of her own body.
She felt less like a warrior and more like an overfilled water balloon, her once-fit frame grotesquely exaggerated, every inch of her skin hypersensitive to the unnatural inflation.
And it was all because of her captor.
Adiane the Elegant.
The smug, half-scorpion tyrant stood before her, one clawed hand gripping the green hose still wedged between Kiyoh’s lips.
A wicked smile curled at the corners of her dark-painted mouth, her golden, reptilian eyes gleaming with smug satisfaction.
Her long, segmented tail twitched behind her in amusement, the venomous tip swaying rhythmically, as if savoring Kiyoh’s predicament.
“Oh, Kiyoh,” Adiane crooned, brushing a talon against the blonde’s swollen cheek.
“You’ve taken in so much already, and yet… I think you can handle just a little more.”
Kiyoh groaned, her voice muffled by the hose, her eyes pleading.
She wanted to fight back, to scream, to demand an end to this humiliation—but she couldn’t even move.
Her arms, once toned and powerful, now rested uselessly atop the swollen curve of her stomach.
Her thighs pressed together, forced outward by the sheer volume of her expanded form, her once-athletic frame distorted into an absurd parody of itself.
Her breasts, now ridiculously overinflated, threatened to spill from the flimsy, waterlogged scraps of clothing barely clinging to her.
Adiane let out a delighted chuckle, tapping her chin in mock contemplation.
“You must be wondering how I’m doing this,” she mused.
“How a little bit of water can turn such a proud, feisty girl into something so… helpless.”
She leaned in, her forked tongue briefly flicking over her lips.
“It’s magic, darling. Or, well… a gift; Hydrokinesis.
A rather delightful talent, don’t you think?”
Kiyoh’s response was a miserable groan, her cheeks burning as another unnatural gurgle sloshed through her overstuffed form.
Adiane smirked. “You don’t sound grateful.”
With a flick of her wrist, the hose snapped free from Kiyoh’s lips, a few stray droplets trickling down her chin.
Kiyoh gasped, coughing slightly, trying to find her voice—only for Adiane to raise a single clawed hand.
Instantly, Kiyoh felt it.
The water inside her moved.
A terrible pressure built deep within her, her stomach bloating outward even further as Adiane’s power forced the liquid to surge.
Her breath hitched, her swollen body trembling as she stretched another few inches.
Adiane grinned, tilting her head.
“Fascinating, isn’t it? I don’t even need the hose anymore; you’re already mine, filled to the brim with my power.”
Kiyoh gasped, her eyes wide with horror.
“S… Stop…” she choked out, her voice hoarse, barely more than a whisper.
But Adiane simply laughed. “Oh no, my dear.”
Her grin widened, her tail tracing lazy circles in the air.
“I’m just getting started.” With a mere wave of her fingers, the water within Kiyoh shifted again, pressing outward in waves, forcing her to swell even further against her will.
Every inch of her tingled, her bloated skin betraying her as it yielded to the ever-growing pressure.
She squirmed—well, as much as she could in her near-immobilized state—her breath coming in shallow pants, her mind clouded with sensations she could barely comprehend.
Adiane tilted her head, watching the blonde’s pathetic attempts at movement. “Oh Kiyoh, you’re so full.
I almost feel bad.” She giggled. “Well… no, I don’t.”
A sudden jolt ran through Kiyoh’s body as Adiane twisted her fingers.
The water inside her shifted violently, sloshing and expanding all at once.
A bizarre, cartoonish gurgle escaped from somewhere deep within her, making Adiane cackle with glee.
“Did you hear that?!” she cried, clapping her hands together.
“That was adorable!” Kiyoh, on the other hand, was not amused.
Her face burned with a mix of fury and shame.
She was a warrior—a member of Team Dai-Gurren!
She was not supposed to make gurgly noises like some sort of overfilled waterbed!
She let out a pitiful, exasperated whimper. Adiane leaned in close, her warm breath against Kiyoh’s ear.
“I wonder how much more you can take,” she purred, her tail coiling possessively around Kiyoh’s inflated waist. “Shall we find out?”
Kiyoh let out a muffled groan, her body trembling.
She could only hope—pray—that someone, anyone, would come for her before it was too late.