"Wanna make s'mores?" I asked my boyfriend Wyatt from my seat next to the fire.
"Sure," he replied. Wyatt was a tall, slender, tan man with light brown hair.
"I have some marshmallows and the rest of the stuff here," I said, grabbing a stick and sliding a marshmallow on.
"Toss me the bag," he asked, grabbing his own stick.
"K," I replied, throwing him the bag.
He caught it, and after putting one on the stick, started to eat some himself.
"Woah, slow down there, don't eat the whole bag!" I said.
"Sorry," he said putting it down,"Those are really good though."
. . .
After about five minutes, I noticed that Wyatt was starting to look pale.
"You ok?" I asked,"You look like you've seen a ghost."
"What?" He asked, his face turning entirely white.
"Somethings wrong with you're face, you're all white!"
"Huh," he went to take another bite of s'more, but his hand had turned white as well.
“Oh my god, what’s happening to me!” said Wyatt as the white spread across his skin, covering his arms in the shiny crystals.
“I don’t know!” I said,”is this some kind of allergic reaction?!”
“Maybe!? Check the bag!”
I went over to the fire and checked the back of the box. The only thing that it contained that seemed like it could be remotely dangerous was sugar. I was about to tell Wyatt this when he said,”Sarah! Me stomach is swelling up!”
“What?” I said, turning around to see my boyfriend, once skinny and tan, now completely white and with a rapidly growing potbelly.
“I’m getting bigger! Help!” said Wyatt, trying to push in his stomach that was now pushing through his shirt.
“Woah,” I said. Something about his stomach inflating was really cool to me.
“Do something!” he yelled as his stomach sprang back, a puff of white coming off into the air.
“Huh,” I walked over and poked one of my fingers into his pudgy midsection. My finger sunk into the belly, but it didn't feel like fat, or even like flesh. But puffy, like a marshmallow.
“Can you tell what it is!?” he said, trying to take a step, but only succeeding in moving his hips,”Ugh, why am I so stiff, and why are my pants so tight?”
He looked behind him and screamed,”Oh my god! My ass is huge!
“What!?” I laughed. Know this makes me sound like a bad person, but this was starting to get hilarious. My boyfriend looked like he was 9 months pregnant with twins, had a huge ass, and was possibly turning into a marshmallow! What’s not to like?
I walked around him to get a look at his butt.
“Hey!” Wyatt said, trying to move,”Don't go back there!”
His butt was big, and still growing. In a matter of seconds his slim ass had turned into two fat white cushions. His thighs were also putting a strain on his pants, causing them to ride down, revealing some deep butt cleavage.
“Mmm, nice ass, marshmallow boy,” I teased, grabbing him around the middle and feeling his giant belly.
“Why are you calling me that… Am I turning into a marshmallow!?”
“That’s what I think,” I said, his stomach, squishy as it was, pulled my arms apart and his butt, now spilling over the back of his pants a few inches, pushed me away,”Why else would you be covered in this sweet dust and have squishy skin?”
“But why can’t I move?” Wyatt asked, his arms starting to move up, making him look like a star.
“Maybe since you’re a marshmallow human thing now, you aren't strong enough to move?”
“Oh man,” he whimpered, his chest plumping up, giving him a serious set of moobs to go with the rest of his his blimp like body.
“Well I’d better get you inside, big boy, nothing out here can be good for a marshmallow,” I said, giving his butt a firm pat. This was soon followed by a loud ‘SHRIIIP’ and the seat of his pants ripped wide open, revealing his underwear, now stretched so much that you could see through it.
“Oh man,” he said under his breath,”Get me inside quick, I don't want the neighbors seeing me like this.”
"Ok," I said, grabbing his arm, and yanking the ballooning man as hard as a could. Too my surprise, he weighed almost nothing at all. Unfortunately for him, he shot out of my grasp and landed on the ground behind me, the force of which caused his shirt, now stretched to the max, to poof off.
"Ugh," he groaned.
"Come on," I said, putting him on his feel,"Don't be such a baby, you've got that huge stomach now, it couldn't have hurt too much!"
"Just get me inside please," Wyatt sighed, his stomach and chest growing at almost double the pace now.
"Ok ok," I giggled, wrapping my arms around his wide hips and lifting my big boy to the door. There was only one problem, when I tried to put him in, his belly stuck in the frame.
"Well that wont do!" I said, backing up a few steps, then ramming my shoulder into his large squishy ass, making him pop through the door like a cork. As well as making his underwear pop off.
"Finally," Wyatt sighed, his calves and feet starting to plump up, putting a small amount of strain on his shoes.
"Oh, let me get those for you!" I said, running over and removing his shoes and socks, revealing his plump white feet.
"What do we do now?" Asked Wyatt as I propped him up against a wall so we could talk.
"I'm going to call the company, they've got to know how to fix you," I said, dialing the number on my phone.
"Yeah," he said,"The inflation is starting to spread to, other, places."
I looked down to see that his penis and balls were also inflating. My face instantly reddened.
"Sarah," he said,"Call them please," then he fell over again, his yoga ball sized butt cheeks quivering on the top.
"Ok," I said.
. . .
"Hmm," said a tall, thin female scientist, poking Wyatt with a pencil,"Yes, we've seen this before, not so big, but it should be reversible."
"Good," I said. Overnight, Wyatt hate tripled in size, now spanning from the floor to the ceiling.
"How," Wyatt asked, his head almost buried by his rounded out torso.
"Well, we have a machine that can remove most of the filling from you, then the skin will shrink around you, and regain it's former complexion." she stated,"The only problem is, we never had a many blow up before, and none to this extent, so the machine was made to go around breasts, so it will be a few weeks before we can design a new one to put around your penis."
"Oh," he replied, not as disappointed as I though he was going to be.
"I have a question," I said,"Why haven't the marshmallows been recalled yet?"
"Well in most places they have, but apparently not all. There are actually five different things from the company that make people blow up. There is the marshmallows, a stick of gum that turns you into a blueberry, a gummy drink that multiplies in your stomach, a chocolate that makes your 'ahem' butt get larger, and bubble gum that if blown will start to inflate the first person you see in any area you want."
"Wow, and all of these are on the market," said Wyatt.
"Yes, we've been very busy for the past few weeks."
"And I bet you will be," I replied.
