“So you’re really a genie?” Lisa the panther asked her new friend, a gazelle named Sage.
 
“Yep, everyone does get one!” Sage replied. “Why, do you have a wish?”
 
“Oh boy, do I!” Lisa exclaimed. She took a deep breath, and then proclaimed, “I wish to have a nice, big New Year’s party at my house!”
 
Sage nodded. “Can do!”
 
She snapped her fingers, and Lisa waited for the party to begin. But instead of people & food appearing at her house, her body started to inflate! What the heck?!
 
“What’s going on?!” Lisa asked in alarm as her belly grew bigger.
 
“I granted your wish!” Sage replied innocently. “When people tell me they want a ‘big party’, they want a nice big body full of air!”
 
“That’s not what I meant!” Lisa cried. By now, her belly was bigger than a yoga ball, but still growing, and it was causing the panther to float off of the ground. A moment later, her breasts were increasing in size, too! She took a deep breath, trying not to panic—and as she realized, she realized something: she didn’t fully dislike this, honestly.
 
“Don’t worry,” Sage said to her friend. “I’ll inflate my belly too! That way, we can be big together!” She touched her stomach, and it started to grow.
 
Lisa, meanwhile, was trying to pin down what she was feeling. Her analytical mind was struggling to embrace the emotions going through her. She blushed as her breasts grew larger & larger, going from apple sized to melon sized all in a matter of seconds. She smiled, and realized that having breasts this big felt kind of sexy. It was nice . . . but why?
 
Next, Lisa’s arms, legs, & neck increased in size, expanding and becoming filled with air. Her body grew as this happened, until her arms & legs were tiny compared to her new, blimp like form.
 
The panther continued to ponder to herself as her body grew. Maybe things like these, they went beyond logic. It didn’t make sense to feel this good, but hey, it didn’t have to make sense, did it? All she knew was this: this feeling of growing bigger, becoming puffier—it was powerful, beautiful. It wasn’t half bad! Sure, it wasn’t what she had wanted, but maybe it was what she needed. . .
 
As for Sage, her stomach was now basketball sized, and still getting larger. The gazelle sighed and put a hand over her belly as it increased in size, loving the feeling of air overloading her belly and making its walls expand more & more. She was a big fan of inflation, and loved awakening people to their own love of the fetish/art—Lisa, clearly, was enjoying herself, just as planned. Sure, “misinterpreting” the wishes annoyed people sometimes, but it made other people happy, so what was the harm?
 
The genie giggled as her huge belly made her float off of the ground, and she felt it sagging down her legs, then press against her breasts. More & more air filled her stomach, which went further down her legs until it was going past her feet. In fact, by the time Sage’s belly was done growing, it was so big it was touching the floor! Though even at that size, it wasn’t nearly as big as Lisa was.
 
“Oh, we’re done!” Sage exclaimed, clapping her hands excitedly. “Let me just add a New Year’s touch!”
 
She snapped her fingers, and body paint appeared on each of the women’s bellies: Lisa’s said, “Goodbye 2024,” and Sage’s said, “Hello 2025!”
 
Lisa laughed. “This is the perfect New Year’s party. Thank you!”