Shermie's return to the world of The King of Fighters was stronger than ever. Not only did she crush her opponent, she literally squashed the cocky diva into two dimensions. Angel was practically painted against the mat, her eyes spinning, her mind reeling, and her motions restricted.
The flirty Shermie waved to the crowds, the cheering audience won over by the new entrant despite being in the luchador's home field. Though, with a naughtily-dressed pancake of a woman in need of reforming and a plethora of balloons adorning the festive ring, it wasn't long before someone from the crowd came up with an interesting idea.
A few canisters of leftover helium were tossed over the ropes, rolling over to the winner's boots. Shermie seemed confused at first. However, as she picked up one of the cylinders, she began to put two-and-two together. Though she asserted a playful attitude, a devilish smirk was growing on her red lips and her bangs hid an eerie gleam in her eyes as she turned to face her destroyed opponent.
A series of squeaks and faint hissing noises were drowned out by the hollers of the audience.
Shermie couldn't help but chuckle to herself as she turned the valve of each helium canister she was given. Five charitable vessels forced a trail of rubber tubes to writhe and bulge as hot air rushed through them, their nozzled tips shoved into the image of Angel's mouth.
The sexy luchador was feeling the weight of her allure as she watched a group of hoses pump her full of helium, quickly filling her up to her naturally perky shape. Unfortunately, being inflated gave her little in the ways of retaliation, only granting her features definition as her body began to rapidly billow outward before reaching a more exaggerated size seconds later. The silver-haired fighter could only manage high-pitched squeals, her muscles worthless as her visage expanded out into a fuller, curvier lass, against her pleas.
Shermie turned to her adoring fans and blew kisses, emphatic over the energetic crowd shouting praises her way. She wasn't ignorant, though. Both buxom brawlers knew the chanting was for the perverted show happening far above the ring.
Angel hovered, tautly inflated into a curvaceous, poorly-dressed parade float of a diva, her squeaky whimpers going unheard. The creak of her gargantuan bosom urged to break free of her revealing jacket, a canyon of cleavage greeting festival-goers for miles around. Her minuscule lucha trunks felt its thinnest against her blimp-like posterior, hugging her overblown love-handles a little too tightly. Her shadow lurched over the entire ring, inflating into a behemoth of sex appeal. She'd finally become attractive in a way she no longer enjoyed, while the one capable of showing her mercy was distracted by the crowd's overwhelming adoration.
Tags: breast expansion, ass expansion, hourglass expansion, deflation, full body deflation, flattening, cartoon logic, inflation, clothes ripping, weightless, video games
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Story by PlazmaZword |
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Artwork by Shonemitsu, Slasher |
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