Yangloon Drabble

Slight schedule shuffle!

This was the first drabble from the $7 tier and it's inspired by this art piece! https://www.deviantart.com/jetblackpenguin/art/YCH-Yang-and-Neo-1043089790

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Neo hummed to herself as she strolled through the park. She twirled her parasol in one hand, but the other grasped a pair of strings. Each string stood straight in the air. This wasn’t due to any reality warping from her semblance. Any pair of eyes could follow the string up and see them trail in opposite directions until they were tied around a pair of wrists. 

These wrists were connected to arms so bloated that they were almost perfect spheres. The only reason they weren’t perfect was because they were also connected to a much grander sphere.

That sphere was Yang Xiao Long.

The buxom brawler of Beacon had stopped by the park after a blood-pumping (and highly illegal) race on her beloved motorcycle. With her opponents and the police thoroughly left in the dust, she decided to relax in the park. That was when Neo had surprised her with a pneumatic parasol.

Now, Yang was a bloated woman, her torso swollen with air and curving in all directions. She had been inflated until they was nearly twice as wide as she was tall. Her clothes stretched around her body like a second skin, but they didn’t burst. Her modesty was intact. 

Her dignity, not so much.

Her arms and legs were rounded to the point her hands and feet barely emerged from them, all sense of her training and athleticism were buried in the sheer roundness of her ballooned form. Not to mention, both of her breasts had swelled until they were larger around than yoga balls. This was where most of her skin was put on display. Each inflated breast supported a valley of cleavage deep enough for her captor to slip into. All of her tank top was devoted to covering the twin orbs, and Yang worried the garment would slip at any second. There would be no way for her to adjust it, and she was already so easy to spot. 

Yang had practically no movement, but she could subtly shift herself. It caused her skin to squeak, and she rapidly ran out of energy. So, it amounted to very little. Yang moved much more when Neo tugged on her strings. 

Neo couldn’t explain, but she intended for most of her fun to wait until she got Yang home. That DIDN’T mean there would be no fun on the way. Neo occasionally tugged Yang’s strings hard enough that the blonde was at face level. She could peck Yang on the cheek and wink at her before the blonde floated back. Most frequently, Neo tugged Yang down in order to bump her hip against one of Yang’s enormous breasts. 

No words passed her lips, but the smug grin Neo wore spoke louder. She was going to have an unimaginably fun time with her new personal balloon toy.