Most of this will be in the Inflaters POV
Will contain some popping, so if you don't like that then skip the chapters. Sorry:/
The chapters that contain popping will have a "p" next to the title
Some of the chapters will have the same people just fy...
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Got assigned another victim, this one shows someone named "Dylan Waller"
"How much you offering," I ask the person who hired me.
"$5,000," he replies, "In person, only after the job's done." he adds.
Let me explain, I'm a Hitman, have been for a solid 10 years. I get a few people that ask what my methods are, but thats why you're here. You'll be the first to find out, that is, other than my victims. So keep your mouth shut, or you'll be one of 'em. Alright? Alright. Let's get on with this.
"You have until the end of the week, once you've finished, search 'em, dispose of 'em, and meet up with me at the local café, got it?"
"Got it."
"No exceptions."
"Don't tell me how to do my job, unless you want to be next." He chortles at my statement, "I'm not fucking joking mate, poke me again and you'll be before him."
He goes silent and turns pale, "Y-Yes Sir.."
"And don't tell anyone about this, or do, either way I'll get more money from killing more people," I chuckle and he forces a quick laugh.
Later That Night
I track down Dylan and pretended to ask him for directions, and since it was around 10:30pm he offered to help me look. But once there was no one nearby, I pulled out a cloth that had chloroform on it and covered his mouth.
After I got him in position and had everything set up, I just had to wait for him to wake up. He was chained to a metal table by his wrists and ankles, and I had a few air tanks hooked up to him. Thats right, my method for elimination is inflation, don't judge me, I like seeing 'em get nice and round... I mean, I like watching 'em suffer. Its surprising the amount that the body can hold. Oh, look! He's waking up!
"Morning sunshine," I stand right over him, smiling. I have my hand right next to his head, leaning against the table.
"Wh- Where am I? Who the hell are you! What are you doing!" He tries to move but he only makes the chains rattle.
"Oh," I say mockingly, "Is someone stuck? How fortunate for me. You see, I was hired to kill you. And as you know, Hitmen have many different methods."
He stares blankly at me, "If this is about Richard, I didn't do nothing! H- He set me up!"
"Hush, you're boring me with your pleas. Lets get on with this then, shall we?" I walk over to one of the air tanks and turn the valve, you can hear it start hissing.
Dylan feels the air enter him from behind, "Oh fuck, I don't want to go out like this, LET ME GO!"
"Shut up! God, you're giving me a fucking migraine," I move to the other two air tanks and turn the valves on those as well, "Besides, no one can hear you but me. So yelling is worthless."
I can see Dylan's belly form to his shirt as he squirms around. He moans as the pressure inside his belly grows, it looks like he's pregnant with how big he's getting.
"Please! I don't want to burst!"
"You're nowhere near close to bursting, trust me." I walk up to him and slide my hand across his expanding belly, feeling his skin tighten, "My, you're really filling up well. I'm impressed." Before I can say anything else, the button on his jeans pop off and his belly surges outwards.
His belly is getting close now, there is a red tint forming. His shirt no longer covers his belly. Not too long after his jeans popped, his belly starts making a creaking noise.
I walk over and put a tube into his mouth and attach it to a water tank, he tries to spit the tube out but fails, so I just laugh and start the water flow.
His belly is at least the size of a big beach ball, and has very little room left. I put the water tube in him for that to keep filling his belly, once his belly is completely filled the air will start filling other places in his body.
The creaking gets louder and his belly is massive, the water is still filling him and the air is blowing up other parts now. His body is completely filled with air and water, he looks like a big blimp. But suddenly, he stops growing, but the creaking doesn't, the pressure inside him is still building, but his body cant stretch anymore.
You can see the fear in Dylan's eyes as he body reaches its limits. He begs for me to stop but before he or I can do anything...
BANG
He explodes. It rings throughout the shed for a moment, but then everything goes quiet.
The Next Day
I meet with the person who hired me and receive my payment, "Did a good job Sir, here's the payment. I hope you disposed of the body, is that correct?"
