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Firehouse Fiasco

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You’re standing at attention in line with your fellow firefighters. Why you have to stand like soldiers for some teen idol seems really dumb to you, but you’re used to this routine. Whenever a celebrity decides to take a role as a firefighter they always seem to want a tour of one of the fire stations. Again, it seems stupid, because there are better uses for your time than showing some overpaid actor what a hose is.

Soon it’ll be over, you hope. Discomfort is what you’re feeling though it’s not from “star-struck nerves”, it’s actually pretty hot standing there in uniform with your fireproof jacket and all the layers underneath it. All just to show off for a celebrity. Soon, soon, you keep chanting in your head. Then the door opens, and in walks a kid, seriously, a kid. How old is this guy? He doesn’t even look 21. How the hell does someone that young become famous? Not like his job is a real job anyway. You’re actually helping people, and all he does is act on a tv show.

The kid with short brown hair waves at the lineup while your chief introduces him as Nathan Kress.  Just then the alarm sounds, time to go. You head for the fire engine, but your chief stops you, he tells you to stay behind and watch Mr. Kress.

The crew drives off, and you’re stuck babysitting. At least it’ll be an easy shift.

“So, I guess I’m your tour guide for the day, Mr. Kress” You turn to the kid, and hold out your hand to shake his.

He shakes your hand with a firm grip, “Hey, you can just call me Nathan..Mr…”

“Alex. You can just call me Alex.” You sigh and clap your hand together, “So! What do you want to see first?”

Nathan put a hand on his growling stomach, “Can we go to the mess hall? I’m starving!”

“Sure, it’s this way.” You lead Nathan to the kitchen. “Uh, so anything you want in particular? I think we’ve got some ribs.”

“Ribs sounds good to me!” The teen sits down at the table while you turn on the oven.

“We’ll cook it on the racks in the oven. It’ll only take a few minutes for it to heat up. And speaking of heat, it’s really hot with all this on. I’m supposed to stay in uniform for you. You know, keep up images and reputation, but I hope you don’t mind if I take off my jacket at least.”

“Go ahead, dude. I won’t rat you out.” He watched as you took off your jacket, looking at your arms in your long sleeve flame-retardant shirt. “Whoa, dude! You’re pretty jacked.”

You flex your arm, inspecting your bicep. “Well, I got to keep in shape. The job gets pretty physically demanding sometimes.” You’re not huge, but you are ripped. Lean muscle covering your body.

“So, how much you bench?” Nathan asks.

“Ha, I actually don’t do weights, just cardio stuff.” You smirk, puffing out your chest a little to show off.  

His mouth drops, “You’re just naturally like that?! Alex, you’re a genetic lotto winner!”

You chuckle, “It’s not like you’re as thin as a stick, Nathan.” You looked him over, noting that he actually looks slightly thicker with muscle than you do.

“Yeah, but you’re ripped. You’ve got great muscle tone naturally. I’ve been working on this forever.” Nathan rolled up his sleeve to show off his arm as he flexed his bicep.

You put the ribs into the oven, and while it’s heating you start talking about workout routines with the celebrity. Even though he looks slightly thicker, you weigh more than Nathan. The muscle packed onto his slightly shorter frame gives him his muscular bulk compared to your leaner muscle mass.

Soon after the oven beeps and the food is ready, Nathan’s telling you about some of his gym stories. Talking about how good it feels to hit the weights till his muscles feel sore. He puts in his two cents about how massive he thinks you’d get if you actually did serious training with your muscle building genetics. Joking about how you’d be outgrowing your uniform constantly.

You chuckle at his comment, “It’d be pretty expensive if I was always hulking out of my uniform. A lot of money goes into our gear.”

“Really? Isn’t it just a jacket and pants?” he says as he finishes off the ribs.

“There’s actually a lot of parts to it. There’s different bunker gear depending on the situation. Most common is the stuff they told me I had to wear while you’re here.”  You tug a little on your suspenders for emphasis.

“So, more than a jacket and pants?”

“Yup, there’s three layers I have to wear. A thermal barrier, a moisture barrier, and then the outer shell which is the jacket and pants.” You roll up your sleeve to show off the other layer underneath.

“Damn, no wonder you’re overheating. Must feel pretty heavy having all those layers on.”

“You get used to it. The real weight is in all the gear we have to carry. Like the axes, the helmets, masks, thermal imaging cameras, carrying people out of buildings if needed.”

“That explains your muscles.” Nathan laughed.

“Haha, I guess.” You loved the compliments this kid was giving you. It was really feeding your ego. “Hey, want to try it on? You might as well get used to it if you’re gonna play the part.”

Nathan jumped up from the table, “Really?! That’d be awesome, Alex!”

“Let’s get you suited up, kid.” You lead him over to where the station kept all the gear as you put your jacket back on. It was easier than having to carry it around.

You tossed him the thermal and moisture layers, “I’ll give you the full experience, Nathan. So you can see just how much we have to carry.”

The celebrity went into the other room and put on the two layers as you directed. When he came back out, you were holding a jacket and pair of pants for him. “After these we can get you a pair of boots.”  While he puts on the last, you leave for a second to grab a pair of boots for him. “I hope these are you size. So, how’s it feel to be all decked out like a real fireman?”

He takes the boots, “I feel like I’m padded up with all these thick layers, but I feel like I have authority.” Nathan laughed as he pulled on the boots and looking around the room, “Alex, what’re the tanks for?”

“Hm?” You look at the direction of his gaze, “Oh, those are the oxygen tanks. They hook up to the masks so we have fresh oxygen when we go into burning buildings.”

“Can I try one?” He asked as he started walking over to them.

“Sorry, but those I can’t let you toy with. We have to leave those because those are important during emergencies.”

“Then can I see it on you? I want to see how you put it on.” He grabbed one of the masks and handed it to you.

“Uh, okay.” You grab the mask, and attach it to those hose on the oxygen tank. Both are connected to a harness that you put on over your jacket before slipping the mask over your face. “So, now you just turn the valve and I’m ready to go.”

“Like this?” Nathan gave the valve on the tank a firm twist, a rush of oxygen filling the mask and going into your lungs.

“Whoa! Hey! I didn’t mean actually do it!” You reach behind you trying to grip at the valve taking your eyes off him.

“Well, I think I should. I want to full experience, dude. I’m a method actor.” Nathan turns around and grabs a mask and a tank. He hooks them up before strapping them on with a harness.

Twisting and turning, you look like a dog chasing its tail as you try to turn off the air. “Hey, can you help me with this? I can’t reach it, and I don’t want to waste the oxygen.”

“Yeah, sure.” Nathan secures the last buckle of the harness and turns to face you. “Alex, wait! Look!” He pointed at your chest.

You look down and see all the creases and folds in your jackets starting to smooth out as if something is pulling it tighter. As if something is filling it out, as if you’re filling it out…YOU ARE FILLING IT OUT! “Wha-what?!”

“Alex, you look thick!” Nathan pokes at your chest.

You’re so distracted that you don’t realize that your arms were gaining mass like your torso.  

“What’s going on? What’s happening to me?!” You just stare down, you try to bend your arms to feel what’s happening to your torso, but they’re slightly harder to bend. Looking to your sides, the same effect is expanding your arms.

“You’re not having an allergic reaction to something in the ribs are you?” He pokes your arms, pushing them toward your chest to see how they bend.

“No, I eat those all the time! Call 911!” Your heart is pounding, temperature rising, breaths getting shorter and quicker. Suddenly with a thick sounding FWOOMP your arms stick straight out to your sides.  Whatever’s going on, it’s starting to happen faster. And right then, your adrenaline hits your bloodstream and everything slows down.

It’s building up inside you whatever it is. You can feel every sewn panel of your clothing pulling tighter. You hear a rushing sound in your ears, at first assuming it’s your blood pumping, but then you recognize the source of the sound. It’s coming from behind you. It’s the tank! The air tank! You’re filling up with air like a human balloon! “Nathan! It’s the tank! Shut off the valve!”

But Nathan is in a trance. He doesn’t know of the pressure growing inside you. All Nathan sees is that every major muscle group on your body is growing. Your pectorals blistering the front of your jacket, biceps growing past the size of his head, and quads thicker than his chest. He’s seeing it, and it’s happening quickly, but for you, it’s slow. You become hyper aware of every little amount of air rushing into your body. Every creak from every stitch in your uniform sounds like a deafening echo. The harness is starting to dig in now. Adding pressure on your shoulders, around your arms, it’s constricting like your belt after a big lunch, but normally you could just stop eating, or even loosen the belt. Not the harness. The harness is different. You can’t stop growing, and you can’t loosen the harness. The force of you expanding in it is holding the straps securely, keeping it from giving off any kind of slack.  The harness is worse than the belt though, the belt only constricts on your midsection, this harness has it’s python grip around each of your limbs. It’s getting tighter, more than just your chest, it’s in your arms, your legs, even down to your fingers and toes; the pressure is growing in every part of your body.  

Bloated pectorals take up most of your view now, but you can see the kid staring wide eyed at you. Smiling with a huge grin like a little kid meeting his favorite superhero, Nathan is totally oblivious to your pleas for help. You can’t even hear your own shouts now, it all sounds muffled and like you’re talking in slow motion. Doesn’t he realize what’s happing to you yet? Or does he just not care that you’re blowing up to look like some overly muscled balloon animal?

By now your shoulders have swelled up around your neck. Holding your head firmly in place. You’re forced to stare at the one person in the room, the one person who can help you, who can turn the damn thing off and figure out to deflate you, and he doesn’t want it to stop. He has no intention of turning it off. Nathan is enjoying this.

Cacophony sounds as loud beats had heard. Almost in a twisted pounding rhythm, and Nathan says the first words, “Dude, you have to see this!”

He turns to leave, but you swing your mass forward trying to grab his shoulder, “No! Don’t leave me like this!” You tug on his harness as he tries to move away, your grip slipping but you quickly grab onto his oxygen tank.

He pulls out of your grip with the sound of something snapping in a clean break before he leaves the room. “I’ll be back in a sec, Alex!”

It was an eternity, the longest seconds of your life. Pressure increasing inside you, you hoped the tank would have run out by now, but you know that it needs to last for a considerable amount of time. This was it, you’re going to be stuck like this, and either till the tank runs out of air, or Nathan gets enough sense to turn it off. Even then, how would you deflate? You can’t deflate yourself, and Nathan might not want to! Worse, Nathan might grab another tank! He’ll blow you up till your fill up the entire room! Till you break down the walls! Till you demolish the building! TILL YOU’RE HIS PERSONAL PARADE BALLOON!

Panic has hit, but what can you do? Whatever amount of mobility you had is now gone, and the harness is so constricting that you can barely swing your limbs enough to throw your bulk around and try to waddle somewhere to get help. You’re at the mercy of a kid who isn’t even in the room. Feels like he’s been gone for a while. You wonder if maybe he forgot about you, but how could he forget about someone inflating like a cheap balloon!!!

Nathan didn’t forget though, he walks back in with a full length mirror that he props against the wall, “Looks how big you are, Alex!”

Looking at your reflection, it looks like your head is on an inflated starfish body. Arms and legs sticking out like fat inflated cones. Your muscle definition is done, and you are now just a balloon man.

Nathan stands next to you looking into the mirror, “Ha! We could be brothers! I look pretty jacked!” Nathan starts to perform some poses, flexing his arms and bouncing his pecs, “I’m pretty pumped from the gym this morning. My muscles are all sore, but I’m not pumped like you, Alex! Looks like you swallowed an air hose!” He laughs and slaps you on the back causing you to waddle forward.

He knows! Nathan knows that it’s air filling you. He knows the source of your inflation, but he’s doing nothing about it! How far was he going to-?

“Bro, you’re so pumped, you’ve even popped a few seams!” he laughs and gestures to your arms.

Those were the sounds you were hearing earlier, your uniform was starting to rip. Hold up a sec, did he say ‘popped’? You hadn’t thought of that, but now it’s becoming more evident. At your size and internal pressure, popping is a distinct possibility. Did he mean to pop you?!

Neither of you were aware of it at the moment, but Nathan was looking more pumped as he flexed, “Someday, I’ll be as huge as you, big bro.” He nudged you with his elbow, noticing that his arm was a little stiff, “Huh, guess that workout this morning made my muscles a little stiff.”

Other things were more important to you than his workout. What were you going to do? You had to get out of there, you needed to deflate, and you needed help. The pressure was increasing, the oxygen inside you pushing out in every direction expanding the entire surface area of your body. It’s harder for you to think. You can’t concentrate with all these pressure inside you, but you have to think of a way to escape. But the pressure is too intense; your train of thought is slipping. It’s amazing to think you could focus on anything at all. Look at you! You’re huge! A big inflated balloon man! There’s nothing you can do about it, but your mind keeps searching for something, trying to grab at some plan. But every time you try, it slips away as more air is forced into you, pumping you up ever bigger.

It’s driving you crazy, how much more of this can you take? Frankly, it’s driving the readers crazy too. They want to see you pop, I want to see you pop, and Nathan it’s just going to sit idly by and let you pop. Either way, your fate is sealed. The question is, how big are you going to get? How much can you take before you finally give? Your body is filling up most of the mirror; you’ve pushed Nathan off to the side, and now he’s resorted to rubbing his muscles. He can’t see them so he’ll at least feel them.

But this is about you; you’re bigger, and far more impressive. What’s the point of a balloon if it isn’t a big one? And you’re HUGE! MASSIVE! GIGANTIC! The biggest balloon in the world. Way bigger than Nathan is. Bigger than Nathan will ever be no matter how long he goes to the gym. This arrogant little brat needs to be taught a lesson. His ego may be huge, but his body is pathetically small compared to yours. Bigger is better, and you’re both bigger and better than him. He’ll never match your size, never get as big as you. Look at him rubbing his swollen muscles. Kid’s got a lot of growing to do if he ever wants to compete with you. He looks like a little muscle balloon, but you’re a full blown bodybuilder blimp! And you’re still getting bigger, you don’t care if you pop anymore, cause you know that in that last second you’ll be the biggest you’ll ever be. A massive size that Nathan can never hope to obtain. He could take steroids for the rest of his life and never be as pumped as you.

The pressure is growing steadily, you beg for more size, shouting “Bigger! BIGGER!” determined to fit all of the air from the tank inside you.

Nathan opens his eyes, coming out of his self worshipping trance just in time for you to shout, “BIGG--!!”BOOOM!!!!

Nathan laughs as bits of your uniform float to the floor. There’s a hollow clang as the oxygen tank lands before him perfectly in tacked. It’s still hissing when he picks it up, but when he looks at the dial, it says empty. Then a soft cling, Nathan looks to see what fell on the floor. A second red handle to a valve like the one on the empty tank in his hands and the hissing hasn’t stopped.
Inspiration for this came from
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Suggestion for story came from a friend, not sure if he wants to remain anonymous though
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hfilled1967's avatar
That's "the oxygen tank lands before him perfectly INTACT..."  Sorry, but the typo was jarring.  Otherwise a good story.