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[The following is an RP Transcript, composing of my partner and I taking turns writing paragraphs of text. This is a one-shot, unrefined, so the text isn't perfect. Emboldened text is my own, Italicized is that of my partner. Note that this story includes balloon TF and inflation themes.]

Neil Aerias' ventures drew him to a yet-unexplored land, wetter and warmer than the temperate forests he was used to. Moving and living in the swamp presented some unique challenges that he surely could have prepared better for, but that was all a part of the learning experience. What drew him to this place would be the allure and rumor of ruins and treasure stashed therein. He who was a rogue but desired to be a knight, could benefit greatly from such wealth; enough perhaps to buy his way into fame. Now moving towards it, through the swampland, was difficult but not impossible considering he didn't bear the same encumbrance as many an armored adventurer. Naught but his cape and some supplies, tools for escape and his wits, he boldly ventured; quick and quiet as a breeze only somewhat betrayed by the still and stagnant air passing through the swamps. He was affine to air, not to water and mud. But as this had been, he began the slog proper; into the sunken and flooded depths of the castle itself.

The inner court yard of the castle is a sea of green. Moss, algae, dotted with lillypads cover the surface. Vines spidering over what of the structure is above water level. 'Abandoned,' unfortunately is not the first thing to come to mind, looking to the ramshackle wooden bridge constructed over the submerged court yard, leading to a large hole in the wall of the midlevel of the inner keep. Decorate with little trophy skulls and feathers, it looks like goblin construction.

Yet there are no goblins in sight. There isn't much of anything living in sight. Though they can still be heard, chirping insects and frogs. A cicada or three. The only things moving are snakes. Quite a lot of them if one looks closely. Though they don't seem very interested in the intruder. Moving out of his way when he gets too close. Slithering back into the water. Except for one. That seemed to watch with small golden eyes, in the water just off to the side of the bridge near the entrance. Unlike the other fairly mundane types, the size of its head hinted at a very large body underneath the surface, covered in purple scales.

It disappears under the veil of green and once inside, it's dark to say the least and more than a little slippery. Especially with the way the entire castle seemed to slump a little to one side. Making the smooth floor even more treacherous with its coating of moss.

Neil Aerias was wiser than to use the front door or the central avenues of approach; it was obvious that such places would be under scrutiny. Fantastical as they seemed, he believed in the stories told of the place; of age-old monsters that still haunted the halls from days gone by. Definitely, the boy would not take the risk of being caught in plain sight; so instead, swimming and wading as necessary beneath the bridge. Fortunately his light and tailored clothes were made to release water instead of hold it, even though mud did have a habit of caking thereupon. Most of his flesh was kept concealed beneath such clothes, for he feared the bite of bug and snake alike.

Reaching the entrance to the ruined fortification, the boy crawled out of the mire like a miserable slug or frog, dripping wet and sloshing with mud. This fortunately ran off of his outfit in time, and he paid little ego to it; moving on and into the dark. With this dark he made use of the mud staining his garments, flushing into the walls where he could and keeping to the crevices; creeping as a cockroach. Though he saw nothing, this did not imply that nothing was there. Moving along the boy had to be especially careful with his gait, stepping slowly and shifting through the watery parts instead of stomping; as to minimize splashing. In the end, there was only so much a human could do to remain undetected and humans were not, by nature, very stealthy creatures.

Inside its a straight, albeit lopsided corridor. Rotted, slumped wooden doors hang uselessly from archways to the left and right. A crossway further down. With hints of dim light. The old candlebra still stands at the far end. Two of the five candles lit by someone, or some thing. With the rumors, that is certainly a bad omen. It isn't difficult to see through gaps in the old wooden doors, seeming to lead to the spiraling staircases of the inner keeps two main towers. The center path likely goes deeper, eventually leading to staircases down and up. The one going down particularly foreboding, hidden in a wall of pitch black water.

Aside from the drone of insects just outside where he came in, there's a telltale quiet sloshing of the stagnant water. Barely audible, but probably enough to prompt a wary look that way. In which case, he could hardly miss the spaghetti tangle of purple scaled serpents now piled onto the bridge. Varying in size with a certain armored menace to them. A writhing mass that seemed to be trying to sort itself out and bring some order to the chaotic seeming scene. One serpentine head rises, then another. Then something else entirely begins to rise. Much thicker around, but shapely, nearly human. A glistening wet figure that seemed to be the binding point for all these snakes.

"A visitor.~" Exactly what part of her speaking isn't immediately clear, until the mess of snakes engulfing her head parts like hair. A comely, albeit still somewhat serpentine face. If he hadn't look before, he might now. And at that point eye-contact might be inevitable. If only briefly. The rearing naga-like creature poising to block that exit with her 'arms' outstretched to fill in the gaps of the corridor in that direction. There wasn't any convenient way past her back out into the swampy court yard.

Neil Aerias 's intent had steadily shifted into exploring, the more he was convinced that he hadn't been followed. Stepping gradually, more and more into the open, he'd been preoccupied with perusing his surroundings and deciding on a route to take. Whichever way, he thought, ought lead to the treasure; that was his intention. If his dungeon logic was telling him anything, it was very likely that such a treasure- if anywhere- ought be in the deeper, best-protected and waterlogged portion below rather than above where the flying and mobile could reach. So he'd been standing there, at the head of the stairs looking down, when he'd come to be aware of the noise coming from behind him.

Warily he'd turned his head over his shoulder, if only in time to assess the writhing mass of serpentine purple accruing behind his path. Even beneath cover of his facial cloth, his jaw dropped and under the shade of the hood, eyes went wide. A gasp drew in through the cloth, strained by its wetness and into his tight little chest, when he'd realized that he'd not been as invisible as he thought. His eyes wandered all over the thing, whatever it was, and the way it blocked his path with no other exit known to him. That is, he realized, no way but down. Now, aware as he was- by what the rumors said- his enemy was very likely a Gorgon; he could tell by the snake-like form. So without even taking the time to so much as look her in the eyes, Neil acted quickly to cover his own with a ragged, muddy old cloth. Then it was a matter of turning around and fleeing- straight down the stairs, deeper into trouble.

He'd barely moved down more than a few steps before he'd lost footing on a particularly rotted plank of a step and reared over. His flight down teh stairs became a true flight when he tumbled and rolled instead, exclaiming and yelping the whole way down into the dark; likely to be cushioned at the bottom with a wet floor.

A gorgon indeed and a sadistic one at that. His reaction makes her matchingly metallic purple lips curl back over needle-sharp teeth in a pleased looking grin. He seemed to know what he was looking at. A long forked tongue lolls out of her mouth, wriggling in the air before reeling back in so she could speak again. "I was going for a swim. I thought maybe I should grab you in the water, but that would be too easy." The large serpents in place of her arms don't seem to share her interest in him. Aloofly looking about this way and that, nosing at the walls and winding about her form while she speaks in that somewhat condescending, playful tone.

Her golden eyes roll upward partly, feigning a thoughtful look with her lips twisted up to one side of her mouth. "Now what to do with you..." When she looks back, he's gone and the subtle vibrations in the ground suggest he'd fallen down the stairs to the water below. "..Oh." The gorgon blinks, then begins a ponderously slow advance. Waggling her hips from side to side in the wave motions of her somewhat short but strong tail end for locomotion. Down below, it would've been far too dark to see even without the blindfold. Save for the dim glow of the windows of that room, light still shining in even through the murky waters.

It's a fairly expansive area, maybe at one point a feasting hall. There is room to work even it is all mostly under water. The old rotted stairs behind him groan and creak under a sudden great weight. Likely his pursuer. Her voice confirms as much. "A blindfold? Well, at least it isn't a mirror. A little cliche at this point.~" There's a muted splash, the sound of something slick and aerodynamic slipping into the water. There, she's much faster. The water displacing from the thrashes of her tail could be felt coming from below, to the side, all around. Just before she strikes for his ankles with her 'arms.' Like the grasping tentacles of a particularly muscular squid.

Neil Aerias in the meanwhile, found himself momentarily stunned and sprawled in a pool of water, at the bottom of the stairs. Granted he couldn't see anything, but distantly he heard her voice and what had been her intentions for him; so she had truly been following him, all of this time. It was enough to make the boy's hair stand on end at the back of his neck- at least, had they not been soaked and submerged as it were and his whole body shivering from cold. Only a fool would lie there and wait for doom to come, much as he could already hear the start of her descent; meaning he had a quick head-start. So, blindfold or not, the boy managed to peel himself up off of the soaked floor and begin scampering blindly outward; even if it meant into the water deeper than he could swim into. It was a foolish idea, borne out of adrenaline and terror, and he'd completely compromised his position with his thrashing, desperate motions.

There would be no reasoning with the serpent, as being why he would not say anything; not at first. More saving his breath for pushing it in and out of his lungs, paddling and swimming as fast as he could. Due to his mistakes, his retreat hadn't been long at all before he knew and felt that he'd been caught; his light-booted feet posing little resistance in water to a stronger force. As such he wound up yelping and calling out, kicking with his feet and pushing with his hands to get away, if to no avail. For such a weak little adventurer with no weapons, no magic- only his tools and his cape- he fought like hell but not impressively. One could give him an A for effort but no results.

A dreaded bite never comes, as one might imagine it would. Dealing with a fairly bitey looking semi-aquatic creature. The coils could be felt winding further around for a better grip, then they pull. Dragging him below the surface. If she wished she could hold him down there, at least until he thought to pull a knife and try to stab at her arms. The opportunity is never given though. A sharp upwards yank on his legs turns him upsidedown, pulling him fully aloft, up and out of the murky depths.

Letting him hang, swing, dangling as he struggles. Bumping into something warm and fleshy. Probably her upper body. Definitely her upper body, sudden tittering giggles eminating from where her head would be. "Am I really that ugly you need a blindfold...?" She croons, lifting him a little higher so they're more eyelevel. Then one of the serpents composing her hair bites onto the blindfold, tugging at it. Though if he insisted on resisting it wouldn't fight particular hard for it. Seeming to make a catty little game out of it even.

Neil Aerias had scarcely the time to draw in a gasp of breath, before he wound up being pulled under as inevitably he would by the pressure of such a fierce creature. As now that he'd been caught, the boy's mind was already wandering into fear that he was a goner. Yet as long as he drew breath, he had to keep fighting; it wouldn't be long since he had to hold that breath in and not drown. Muffled under the water he'd grunted and groaned, even as his hands had been felt scrabbling, tugging and pulling at the snaking binds holding his feet down like an anvil under the water. Yet out of this it seemed, never once had he tried to draw a weapon.

The reason behind this was made clear, just once the monster had pulled him back up and flipped him upside down. The yelp he'd given off, whilst still under the water, rendered him a coughing and choking mess while mud and filth dripped off of his dangling body. He'd continued squirming blindly nonetheless, crying out and grunting with vain little kicks of his feet, occasionally trying to curl up like a caterpillar and break her hold on his feet- to no avail. But from this point it could be seen, there was no sign of a weapon on his person at all; what kind of a foolish rogue set foot into a dungeon without anything to defend himself with? Evidently, this one.

Now despite the taunting and mocking he'd received, Neil was acting as fast and best he could; his eyes seen scrunching shut even as the blindfold was played with, and jerked his head away with every bit of fight left in him. At the same time, his muddy and wet hands were scrabbling with the soaked pouches bound around his hips, where from he'd procured a mirror. Yes, a mirror; he'd actually thought of that. But the problem with that was, after all of this slogging and bogging Neil had been doing, that mirror was pretty well coated with mud and the chances of her falling for it, let alone seeing herself in it, were slim to nothing. That had been his only response, as he had nothing else.

The gorgon wriggles, making him sway side to side as she tries to not get elbowed in the face with all his struggling. In truth, a knife or even a short sword didn't really worry her. Unless they pierced her heart, all of her hearts, little more than scratches a molt could fix later. "Ah! I almost got a little peek.~" She's entirely too amused toying with him, popping one slitted, big golden eye out at him every time it seems he might crack and look. Her carelessness only has her notice the muck covered mirror belatedly, intrigued.

"Oh.. What is this you have there? Were you going to paddle me?" For all she knows, it just looked like a paddle. Still, just in case, her tail end joins in to restrain that particular wrist. While the many serpents crowning her head snake out to hold his head still. "Afraid I'll turn you to stone?" The gorgon asks, chortling. "Don't worry, I have other plans for you. And I thought it was going to be such a boring evening." She mewls, tickling his ear with her tongue while he's stubbornly still refusing to look. "My darlings are getting a little tired, but I still wager they'll last longer than you." By 'darlings' she probably meant the snakes replacing her arms.

Neil Aerias' blindfold had been pulled off; he could tell once its soggy embrace left his eyes closed only by willpower. It was a will that he almost gave up, time and again, while hanging up to dry in the Gorgon's grip; certain that this was his fate now. But it was one that he was willing to put off, as being taunted by such made him flinch his face up and just barely stifle a small whimper. More so, now that his strength had left him panting and dangling there, his expression listless and sweaty if already soaked with stagnant water. His breath was hot, billowing into her skin as he hung there; his wrist easily entrapped in a coil and letting go of the mirror- leaving it to splash into the water below. It was a vain effort, he should have known, and once that failed he'd almost despaired.

Now, drawing in a gasp, the boy winced his eyes as his head was forced to meet hers; enough that both could feel the other's breath grazing their face. So now, still and compliant, the distraught boy had to be honest; nodding his head even as ginger hair freely poured from his loosed hood. Meanwhile he'd scored another soft whimper and groan, flinching his head away from the tickling tongue in vain if only to barely avoid opening his eyes again. Arguing and begging for his life wouldn't do; he knew he'd been caught in his intentions and so couldn't plead innocent. While he evidently was too afraid to speak, it didn't stop the fear from trickling out of his mouth in shallow breaths and sputtering lips. If it was of any comfort he wound up gripping the coil holding his other hand, and held there for a moment.

It was a waiting game, then, and by the uneasy calm filling his face he'd wagered that- just maybe- he could outlast her and have a shot at getting away if she'd not kill him on the spot. There was no need for a boastful claim; better that he remain silent, leave his foe guessing, than talk and give himself away.

The gorgon's large golden eyes flit over him ponderously. The slitted pupils yawn open wide, like black holes threatening to draw him in, willing him to look. Even though it seemed he'd given up, he's still stubbornly refusing her. Making her lips quirk. Mulling over how to break the faux stale-mate. The thing he was holding plunks into the water, briefly stealing her attention. Her tail releases the hand, since it was no longer holding a weapon of somekind. Instead going to retrieve it.

If for no other reason than to sate her curiousity to pass the time of the clock no doubt ticking in their heads. It's brought up from the murk and if only for a split second, her eyes catch the glint of partially obscured mirror. Though not an angle sharp enough to see herself in it. One of the smaller snakes composing her hair does, hanging low around her chest. It's reflexively dropped, but it's too late for one of her 'darlings.' It noodles and writhes, rounding out cylindrically with a quiet hissing. The scales armoring its body flattening out into uniform shininess. It's head bulges almost cartoonishly, then with an audible 'pop,' a valve protrudes from the tip of its snout. The rest of its features becoming just painted on decoration.

"You little shit, it WAS a mirror!" The gorgon hisses angrily then releases his head, looking to the poor inflatable snake dangling. With a rubbery squeak, it curls inward to look at her pathetically. The gorgon stares back at it morosely. "My poor darling.." She squeaks. Apparently, her gaze turned people into things other than stone.

Neil Aerias himself had not the slightest idea what was going on; as his eyes were stubbornly shut, all he could make out of it was the fact the monster was angry and something was squeaking; something about his mirror. He pieced together, for a moment, that his plan had worked but- not worked? If it had, surely she'd have been petrified by now but no, she was still holding him if not as harshly, letting his head sweep around. Neil knew, nonetheless, that he was in big trouble and as such he'd resumed struggling; only vainly going for his legs a few times before finding he had not the strength. What he did next, he had to will himself hard into, and it was to reach out and grasp the source of the arms holding him up; getting two big handfuls of her shoulders and holding them with a faint grunt.

What good was this about to do? It only got him very close to her, and at this point having more of her brushing him than he cared to feel, the boy was giving up hope. Finally, instinct and desire gave in where fear left off and he'd opened his eyes at last- if only, to desperately stare in every direction but her, and fighting to find a route of escape to take. Presently one of his hands flew, with his eyes, to his satchels from whence he'd attempt to procure a smoke bomb. Not the ignited kind- as he knew his stuff would be soggy- this was the kind that shattered and in a fit of desperation he flung it somewhere, anywhere, in an attempt to further his chance of escape.

The gorgon is certainly furious. Perhaps understandably as, far as she knew, the effects of her gaze was permanent. Having a long balloon poking out of her head forever didn't sit well with her. Amdist his struggling she releases one of his legs, then with a whiplash motion, smacks him off the surface of the water. Which like belly flopping from a ways up, probably stung a lot. Both of her arms poise as if to strike, and bite, this time. But seeing the smoke, she starts to grin toothily.

The gorgon disappears under the water suddenly. Almost. The balloonified snake taking a moment to catch up with her struggling against its new found buoyancy. For whatever reason she's fully intent to let the smoke fill the room. Leaving a pregnant, probably nerve wracking pause in the air while he likely scrambles for an exit through the smoke. Unbeknownst to him however, his body heat makes him easy to track in the miasma. Able to see in infrared. In the plumes of smoke, her face suddenly appears, wide eyed and grinning. "Gotcha!"

Neil Aerias was completely at a disadvantage, regardless of his last-ditch effort to escape. First he had to fight to keep from drowning in the waist-high water, thus struggling to find out which way was up before surfacing- coughing and sputtering after having been slapped into the water like that. Clutching his gut, heaving his chest, the boy was miserable and scared to death- even if that his reptilian attacker had disappeared. That only left him in a state of apprehension, as his gaze whipped about; having had no sense of direction from swimming out here blindfolded. But then he saw it, the stairs leading up and out of this horrid dungeon, away from the terrifying creature- and he made a sloshing sprint for it!

Such, miserably hindered by the water up to his waist, had purely been in vain. It didn't even take infrared sight to track him in as much a mess as he was making in the water, lost to panic. She'd ultimately dealt him a complete coup de grace, when popping up before him just as a monster would- and he finally, without warning or ability to avoid, got the full sight of her. He'd reared up in place, his eyes gone wide and his mouth agape, plastered immediately and frozen; stuck staring into those eyes while his fate and life flashed before them. All hope had been gone, and he knew it in spite of the sight of the balloonified snake sticking from her. No sooner had he gotten an eyeful of the gorgon and resigned his fate, four additional eyes of the same color opened up upon his forehead- all of them agape as well- and that was just the beginning.

"That's better~.." The gorgon croons. No doubt the extra eyes caused him some confusion. That however, pales in comparison to the sensation of his insides gurgling. A tickling, tugging feeling inside. Starting at his stomach and in a matter of only a second or two, spreading everywhere. Particularly his aft-end and legs. Collective blowing out like a car airbag and straining his clothes to the bursting point. Utterly taut, rendering him unable to move from the waist down. Causing him to helplessly teeter and fall.

There's no splash though. Just a wet flop, as if he suddenly weighed much less than the water did. Only able to skim it's surface even with the wet clothes. Trying to move his legs causes the pants to tear in places. But flesh isn't what muffins up out of the holes. It's.. Something shiny and rubbery. Grey-white and covered in a coat of fine filliment hairs like velvet. The gorgon looms over him, watching intently. "I was worried you might have a heart attack before I ever got my fun." She tsks, a serpernt-arm digging into one of the holes in his pants. The added pressure is enough to make them explode off.

Revealing that his legs had not inflated, but rather he'd just grown more of them. A lot more. In addition to a hissing, swelling abdomen in place of his formerly shapely rear. "A bit like molting isn't it? Well I guess a human wouldn't really know what that's like.~" She giggles, still watching, amused. The onslaught of sensation from six additional furry legs, let alone hollow inflated ones must be confusing, but he tried and concentrated, they could be moved independently. Although they were a little stiff and weak. Too weak to even break the surface of the water if he pressed.

Neil Aerias wasn't at all prepared for what happened at that moment he'd stared into the eyes of the Gorgon and seen the spider he was within. He'd barely blinked in that moment, and even after he'd finally broken eye-contact with her the changes were taking place. His eyes turned collectively, from her face to his stomach; reflexively curling arms around it and giving a pained groan. It wasn't even painful, what he experienced down there and in his legs, but it sure was tight. Pressing into his leggings and filling out his boots, to the point they'd been among the first to slip off of swelling calves. Though when that onslaught of sudden wind had caught him, it surely swept him off his feet; earning a yelp from the frightened boy.

His back now to the water, gaping up at the dark ceiling and uselessly kicking his swollen legs, he could only cry out again on watching his trousers swell up and pop through with numerous seams bursting apart. What he saw beyond it was definitely not his own body, and he'd drawn a breath in through a gasp- if only to let it out, for fear that such a breath might make him burst himself. The boy had been rendered speechless, especially when that head came to press into what was confirmed to be his own skin; sending pressure that had him groaning just before his trousers snapped off of his body. A rubbery creak, a hollow rush and his legs were free- as were the rest of them he didn't know he had.

So with six eyes blinking and full of horror, the boy only just began to realize what he was becoming. With his waist twisted and taut of rubbery softness he'd beheld what appeared to be an arachnid abdomen swelling out behind his bloated butt. What with the comment, he could only have turned forward to face the Gorgon again; questioningly now, seeing as he could look upon her and not wind up dead or stone. "What-... What is this?" He had to ask then, breaking his silence with a quivering young voice like his quivering, swelling body. "What did you do to me...?" But rather than sheer horror, there was a resigned fear in his tone that had his many eyes worriedly blinking. "What's... what's happening to me...?" As at that time he was just starting to test his new legs, an uncontrolled scrabbling that pattered uselessly off of the water even as the form continued to inflate and develop.

As the pressure in his legs peaks, they start to lengthen and come to blunted points with an extra joint. Though without any bones the joints didn't really matter. Only fixing them to a stiff 'resting pose' when he wasn't trying to move them. "I'm not all gorgon." She states plainly, slithering through the water around behind him. "I'm actually not sure exactly, what my other half is. But I knew the first time I used my power, I was not limited to stone. Nearly, whatever material I envision. Even complex forms and gases."

One serpent arm slithers underneath the velvety and pliable spider-butt. Around, encompassing its girth. Then squeezing off and on. Like she was using him as a giant stress ball. It made the rest of him tighten ominously with air displaced from it. Especially with it still growing to size about proportional with a jumping spider as his patterning suggests. Black rubber banded in patches of that fine filliment hair all over his legs. With longer tufts grown around the ends og his limbs and oddly around his neck like a mantle. Another stronger squeeze from her and his belly button audibly pops out with the bulging of his stomach. A valve like the one her unfortunate snake has.

"I made you a nice little toy for me to play with." Now entirely inflatable spider from the waist down, she takes the opportunity to slither atop him, like a floating recliner. Which proves very uncomfortably tight, displacing air into his upper body and forcing his arms out stiff, spread-eagle and fattened from a few hundred pounds of snake forcing most of his body into the water.

Neil Aerias had been helpless, both to this and the fact he'd been turned- implied permanently- into a giant inflatable spider-boy-thing. He couldn't even feel his muscles anymore, no matter where he moved whether in his new legs or in his upper body; it was all air and some soft, synthetic rubbery material. The fact he'd become a monster, not unlike that which now held him captive, was enough to force a lump into the boy's throat and have him whimper out with eyes gone to his fluff-covered hands and his slightly-domed belly. This, only in time for him to watch and feel as she squeezed and fondled his bulbous arachnid half, and see his waistline bulge and balloon out like a puffy dome. The boy yelped, his legs scrabbling uselessly as ever, and clasped over his swelling belly if only to watch it puff in and out with every squeeze she made. Ultimately watching as a strange valve of sorts emerged from his belly button now devoid of his usual clothes- having popped off of him- he could only gape in horror and realize his fate.

"A- a toy?!" That was what she'd said, all in all, and by then he sure felt like a toy. "B-but, please, wait," the inflatable spider boy tried to protest, vainly twisting his waist around to plead with her over his shoulder. This was only to watch as she crawled and slithered grotesquely upon his equally grotesque backside, such that he'd squeak both verbally and physically; wincing as the air bulged around inside him and forced his body and head forward again. Breathing heavily now, the balloon boy whimpered and only tried moving his inflated limbs; swaying and bobbing them uselessly. She'd chosen a fate worse than death; to be a toy for her. "Why?" he had to ask, desperate and dismayed by his own body; "I didn't- I didn't do anything to deserve this...! You can't seriously be- what-" then his voice faded to a worried whimper, as he dared ask through the rising pressure, his belly burgeoning before him, "What did you do to... the other... toys...?" Who knew how long she'd been here, how many toys she'd had before?

The gorgon lazes atop him, still at least. So her squirming doesn't further threaten the likely vague idea of his own limits in pressure. "Other toys?" One of her 'arms' finds the valve poking out of his navel, nosing at it. Then biting, but not with its teeth. More like gomming it with the sharp needles safely tucked backwards. "Once every few years, I make one, but they usually end up escaping at some point." An audible sigh escapes her nostril slits. "I don't know where it is they get off to, or where they think they could go like that. Without getting popped by an arrow on sight by some troublesome humans.~"

"Speaking of..." She pours herself back into water, off of him. Letting him pop back up to the surface and freeing him of being oppressively overpressured. "It's too cold and dark in here! I want to flop on you and rest out in the sun. Get moving. Lets see if you can use all those legs." The gorgon grins at him cattishly, as if daring him to try to run away from her. Though she probably wouldn't complain if he obeyed either. "Usually I just eat intruders. You're very lucky you know. Caught me in just the right mood and you were just cute enough. Would've been a waste to eat you like those damned ugly goblins."

Neil Aerias had taken resignation in his own helplessness by that point, his eyes- all six of them- wide open and only able to imagine the sight of the reptilian monster basking upon his lower butt. Evidently this way, his upper butt was visible too and it swelled quite profoundly that way, making for a good potential pillow in future note. From there he stared at his bloated front end, having no words to describe it other than as a balloon; too round and smooth to be considered even fat. The stretch of the pressure on him was a tingling sensation through his skin and having the nozzle there being nibbled, wasn't helping anything. Rather, he squirmed and vainly tried to remove the head from his belly button, if uselessly baffing at it with poofy hands and swollen arms that soon starfished back out.

Such arms were, at last, allowed to return to his sides with a similar sigh of relief when the creature dismounted him, letting the air equalize throughout both halves of his body. The boy gave a sigh like the creaking of his body settling back in again, and with a very clumsy scrabble and wobble of legs he wasn't used to- he tried to face the Gorgon. What more could she do from being looked at? Nothing; only now more a threat of popping him and evidently she didn't want to do that- yet. Questioningly, he blinked and fluttered all six of his eyes at her now that he almost had a clear sight- if barely in the dark. It was cute, in an arachnid kind of way, to be staring at her with his fanged mouth agape. But on receiving the command, the spiderboy squeaked both ways- and scuttled into action. His attempt at walking could have been perceived as a flight, but it was very slow and very clumsy; hilarious to watch as his air-filled legs uselessly pattered and plopped over the water without grasp. Like walking on ice. "A-alright, I'm going," he managed to stammer, if only to let her know he was being compliant. "Lucky...? I...." he sighed, breathing out while again staring at his transformed self; "I guess I am... could have been worse... long as you're not hurting me."

And so, like that, he began the slow and clumsy ascent; crawling up the wall as it were, to the ground floor.'

The gorgon's arm coils about her mouth to hide her laughter briefly, watching him. Then peels away as she leans forward into a side to side slither towards him. Giving him a brusque bump to help propel him across the waters surface. "That's right.~ And now, I think, in your state.. You'll want to stay by me so I can protect you.~" Still tittering and fighting back giggles, following besides him nosily. If she willed it, her gaze could do other things, but for the moment she did not. The power had to be activated with not just eyecontact, but imagining what she desires.

Though now that it's relatively safe, her features can be studied. While still very much human in the chest, face and stomach, little details weren't quite right. Having no navel or nipples. Her neck nearly twice as long as a normal humans. Even the proportional length of her torso had that odd 'stretched out' look. Like if not for her other half, she'd of been born no more than a many headed serpent. "I never made a driderling toy before. So I can't really offer any advice on how to move like that, but I trust you'll get use to it with practice."

Once they're back outside the keep, likely after a lot of squeaking, stumbling and fumbling.. Her tail end slaps him right off the side of the bridge into the water. And she slides in head first after him. Disappearing under the surface. Making a little game out of suddenly surfacing beneath him and bouncing him into the air with her head.

Neil Aerias 's shudders and trembling, thought to be of intense fear, turned out rather to be the cold and perhaps the fading shock of adrenaline being pushed out of his system. It was, in some small and strange way, relieving. Now that the struggle was over and he was already her prisoner, there being nothing he could do in this helpless state, he found peace in resigning himself to this, her, whatever it took to get by. So while his young face was pitiful, busheled into the thick fluff about his collar, and his arms timidly gripping around his bare waist, he seemed to want to be as warm as she. The offer of protection, though teasing as it was, only solidified the boy's vulnerability to the point of giving a defeated, quiet nod. "Not like I have much of a choice..." he managed to murmur, regardless.

By the time he'd reached the top of the stairs and scrabbled out of the keep, young Neil had gained a relative understanding of the way his legs worked. Having watched wild spiders long enough had been beneficial to helping him move. Now, he was still clumsy- bobbling and flailing every so often from a false step- to an adorable degree- but he could move now and wouldn't keep the Serpent woman waiting much longer. The climb had also purged his system of all fear and shock, that he could think clearly again and bat his eyes into the sunny swamp day beyond. By his reasoning, he had to ask while turning over his shoulder, "Does that mean this is my home now?" It was unpleasant; the place was terrible. But still, his answer had been a playful swat- that sent a ripple of air burgeoning through his body and a soft yelp- before the weightless spiderloon had toppled into the water! Though his legs caught his abdomen, the latter bounced and bobbled about as air rushed throughout the flexing legs and thus, the human half swaying out of control. By the time he'd righted himself, the Gorgon was gone and he was alone- for an instant.

Then, "Augh!" the boy had scarcely the time to look around before she came up under him, his soft underbelly swelling and bulging around her head and his legs stretching to keep him footed. "Ha- hey...!" Was that, just a little bit of mirth in his tone? Did he actually find that fun, in some strange way? Now he was trying to hide any form of smile, like how he'd resisted opening his eyes before. "Cu... cut that out!"

The Demigorgon seems to stop as he requests, letting him settle on the surface and just watching him. Only her eyes and the many snakes for hair breaching the surface. Including the one victimized by her own gaze, squeaking at him impotently. Slowly her head starts to rise towards him. "That's right.~ Good boy. Keep it up and I might even call you darling too." The gorgon slides in the gap between his torso and abdomen, only letting some of her weight rest across him. But its still enough he can feel the pressure and the water below squeezing him. Then she wriggles around so her underbelly faces the sky.

"It isn't so bad you know. Beautiful here isn't it? All I could eat and the songs of all the little bugs and frogs to lull me to sleep at night. As well as a castle of my very own." She muses aloud, content sounding. "I even found some clothes that fit in the upper room, but I don't wear them usually. They'll just get soggy and smell like swamp." The idle conversation veils the motions of that same sneaky arm, finding its way to the spider boy's valve. This time, it does use its teeth. Only to tug the plug out with them though. "The stars are really pretty at night too.~"

Then instead of the air escaping, it blows back into it as she takes a breath from her actual mouth. The feeling of air rushing in is dictinct, sharp. Ratcheting the grip of the water on him and the weight of her body a little tighter. "Hmm.. What do drider eat? Giant bugs? Mnh.. No, in your case I think it's air.~ I'll fill you up nice and fat."

Neil Aerias stared back, quite as impotently as the one single strand of "hair" he'd even managed to touch. The rest of her, unscathed; all by his lack of ability or desire to do any true harm. It had been his downfall, he came to see; had he been more aggressive, maybe he'd not be in this situation. Yet it was one he could not be all bitter about, as staring into the same eyes that made him this way, the spiderboy pouted just faintly; his cheeks feeling somehow hot. Now that he had a mostly-good look at her, well, she didn't seem so bad; or was that just his spidery body making him adjust to being her toy? Granted, the longer he stared; the more she seemed less like a monster and more like a, well, a girl.

Especially in the way she was talking to him. So his look was not so much of bitterness now, as curiosity by the time she'd drawn close to him. The fidgety spider boy wriggled a bit, his squirming announced by the light, bassy and rubbery chord of his legs grinding together and bouncing him faintly. He let her mount up, as he had no other choice, but in the same way she described her environment in a different light he assumed, "This isn't so bad... I'm already used to sleeping in the wild, at least." Now focusing on his surroundings, the boy never did notice the arm-head snaking towards his trim, flatly-cute little belly and the valve therein, as he'd be saying "It's a fixer-upper but I guess with some work we could make this... a nice place to-... Live?" Glancing down, realizing what she was doing and saying, the boy faintly gasped and held a baited breath!

"Wait-what- what are you doing?" He had to ask, albeit it was obvious. "A-air?!" He'd gulped down that breath he took but that sure wasn't what made his belly swell, before his eyes. Not like that first pressure like being squeezed as a stress ball, this was equal almost all over; billowing and ruffling under his very skin and making it stretch as it built up. "F-fill me? You mean, like, like a balloon?" He could not protest, despite becoming a balloon then and there with how his every feature was puffing out and his body chirping and whining. "I... I... ahnh-nh-" All he could give as a protest, was soft murmuring and groaning while his fluffy arms cupped his belly and tried in vain to push it back down, even as his spidery booty inflated beneath her.

"That's right, just like a balloon. A nice, big, fat balloon.~" The gorgon mewls teasingly. The flow of air stops while she's speaking, then resumes soon as she can inhale again through her nostrils. And out of the serpentine mouth of her arm. Her strange anatomy full of redundant organs and pathways allowed her to function not unlike a living airpump if she wished. Steadily causing his limbs to stiffen, air fighting to fill out wherever it could. Favoring wherever the rubbery skin was weakest and gave little resistance. Particularly his belly and abdomen.

Though the pressure remains somewhat constant as her long body slips off of his backside as he fills, squeaking with wet scales sliding along rubber. Letting him skirt the skin of the water freely without all that weight. So she can spin him around face to face with her. "I don't think it needs any work. You've yet to see the upstairs. Everything is well preserved. Except the mirrors, I got rid of those. Just in case." The gorgon presses to the side of his belly, letting the many serpents of her head drape over him. The other arm coiling around so she can feel him growing. Soon the building pressure begins to peak, with his belly well rounded and pregnant with air and abdomen nearly twice the size.

Reaching the point as if her oppressive weight was still on him, but not quite. Then past that. Forcing his limbs out tight, filling his hands and fingers out fat. His rubbery construction really starts to stretch audibly, so she slows down a little. Ramping up the pressure only in slight increments. The sun beating down on them seems to have a strange comforting effect, warming his body a great deal the bigger he gets and the heat increasing his elasticity. "How does it feel? Can you still talk?~" That long neck of hers twists unnaturally so her head lingers by his lips, grinning.

Neil Aerias gave at first, only a quiet and stunned yipe when she'd acknowledged the intention; that she was going to turn him into an inflated parody of himself. With her behind him and his arms already useless as they were, filling up before him like poofy tubes with even puffier paws and digits, there wasn't much he could do but squirm a bit, maybe try to move and pull his belly away from her inflating maw. But, such arms did little but flop and bounce uselessly off of his swelling waistline, the boy's face getting red and full of dismay as he watched it grow and grow. He looked, and quite felt, like a balloon with her breath pumping into him at such a rate; like nothing he'd ever felt before or ever will feel again. "But... but I..." He tried to complain, albeit finding little to complain about aside of incoherent sighs and groans in reaction to his skin pleasantly stretching and bloating.

"I'm not a balloon..." he tried to say, but that made no sense; he bit back the words and whimpered, even as his chest inflated in front of him and his collar began to swell up with a rising pressure in his chest, to his chin peeping down. So grasping the fact that he was quite helpless like this, thoroughly at the Gorgon's mercy, he gave up that fight and let his arms loosen; slowly rising and straightening, starfishing by his sides, while behind him his immensely inflated spider half was a whole other story. He could barely even move his legs around by the time the girl dismounted; swollen together at the thighs and unable to do much but scrabble and grope emptily, grinding into one another all the while. He could move, if just barely, but the pressure was mounting and he was starting to softly whine like his body, inflating all over him and trapping him in an expanse of bloated, ballooned young spiderboy.

A hot air balloon he'd become, floating emptily like a pooltoy, by the time the girl finally got into his flushed, six-eyed face. All six of them blinked pleadingly at her, as much as a tight pressure was on his throat and he could but groan and moan. "It feels..." He just barely managed to say, taking the break to barely make his case, "Like a balloon... and you're..." being tight like this, he couldn't help worrying, "You're going to take care of me...?" By now, it seemed more a request and a plead than an assumption, much as he didn't wish to be popped like some cheap toy. "Don't pop me, please, I... it's so tight in here...!"

He's given a short, probably somewhat appreciated break while she speaks. "Mnh.. I could let you pop." She sucks in a quick gasp of air, which finds its way into him through her arm promptly. Rather than a steady trickle, it's a strong surge of air. A sudden throb of pressure forcing his already parodied form to round even further and eyes to begin bulging a little. Of course, he doesn't pop, but the feeling of being nearly there is very real. "But I wan't to keep you. You look delicious." Her tong forked tongue drags up his well rounded cheek and she nuzzles into his mantle of fuzz, squeezing him fondly. Maybe a little too fondly. The displaced air making his abdomen bulge like it wished desperately to just rupture and let off the pressure.

"Mnh, what was it you said? 'I'm not a balloon!' then, 'don't pop me!' Which is it? Humans can't pop.. At least, not in the same spectacular way.~" Her nose slids upwards, finding its way to his cheek, still nuzzling. Now that he's fully topped off, the snake head that had been inflating him recedes, forcing the plug back into place. "After getting this big, you're going to look pretty fat no matter how much I deflate you. But don't worry, you'll still be able to move. I think.." She can't help but giggle again, looking over his shoulder to his many fattened thighs fighting for space on 'hips' too small for them all between him and his abdomen.

The gorgon drifts backwards in the water, to admire his size from a short distance, smiling to herself. "Mnh. Perfect. So what do you think of me now that you aren't afraid to look, hmm?" She asks dubiously, pushing her chest out and jutting the bulge of where her hips would be out to one side. Given his present state, it's kind of a loaded question.

Neil Aerias even despite being full of air, seemed to have had a heart nonetheless; in every form of the word. It was what had been felt in that quiet moment between them, thrumming and thumping very quickly against his thinned and rotund waist back into hers. Even despite how massively overinflated the boy was, he'd somehow remained so very, silkenly soft; his body bulging and almost hugging around hers, what with the grip she had on him and slick as well as smooth with the kiss of warmed, damp latex. Stiff as a stalk and swollen like one too, the boy had nowhere to look or turn but into the Gorgon's eyes, and blinked his own with increasing worry; his head half-submerged in his collar and shoulders. The threat of such was what had him wincing, whining into himself as his body surged outward; tightening to the point of quite sure tautness all over. He'd clench his fingers if he could, and his eyes shut, but at the point of being close to blow he was already starting to accept his fate anew.

The Gorgon had shot him down thoroughly from a pointless, falsely-made argument and the result was him urgently, almost submissively nodding his head as much as he could; despite how it made his whole bloated balloon of a torso bobble back and forth into her. From within his breaths were soft and shallow, made even more so with her implied affections; shivering loudly, squeaking even more so, while his cheek had been licked and his mane ruffled. He was wincing all the while, more afraid of the pressure than her by now, even so. More afraid of being popped than being the snake's plaything. He'd do anything to settle for the lesser. "Okay, okay, I'm a balloon," he confessed, through an unhappy moan, as such relinquishing himself to her. Too inflated to bother trying to move, much as he was tired of rubbing up against himself, the boy fell still even when the snake released him.

There he stood, then; a proud, poofed-out monolith of a bloated boy shaped into a spider's booty. Softly waving, bobbling in the faintest breeze, skin luscious and reflecting light from above, he was definitely perfect like this. At least from this, without his own body bloating over his mouth, he could look down at her- barely- and speak honestly if with a trembling, quivering tone and body. "L-like the swamp," he managed to admit, but was quick to make it into something positive, "Not- unh- not as bad... as it looks at first... So... what's your name?" Now that he'd been safe, not popped at the spot, he resumed a faint, quavering curiosity; "Do you have a name?"

"Like the swamp?" The gorgon's delicate, purple scaled eyebrows mash together and she frowns deeply. "Are you saying I look like some bog creature?" If she had hands, they'd be resting on her hips, but the serpents make do, curling into loops and pressing against them. She surges towards him, then disappears under the water just before reaching him. Only to surface beneath. Lifting him into the air with her 'hair' supporting and balancing him atop her head. "Hmm.. You know I like that. I am the swamp. Queen of this land." Though he can't see her, he can hear her giggling.

"I'll tell you my name, soon. If you last that long, darling.~" The gorgon starts to shift beneath him, for some reason, aiming his aft end towards the entrance of the castle keep. For what purpose, becomes abruptly clear when the plug on his belly is suddenly, without warning, yanked out. The sudden rush of air from it launches him off the rails made by her hair, like the most un-aerodynamic missile imaginable. Bouncing off the water, spinning around as his legs flap against the surface. He nearly hits one of the hewed trees full of sharp bits supporting the bridge. "Oh.. I missed." Eventually he flops against the keep wall, slumping back down into the water. Limp, deflated and still losing air.

Neil Aerias should not have spoken so boldly! He'd come to regret it then and there, cursing himself for trying to be rhetorical. Like he knew he was in trouble, the moment he saw the girl's reaction, and by then it was too late to make amends to it. His punishment, as he'd feared, was to be toyed around with like the overinflated blimp toy he'd become. "W-wait!" He's squeak, but his words were already lost on the water; just to have the boy floating there precariously, inflated beyond making any attempt to escape. But then he drew in a gasp that made his body swell taut, as he came to feel her beneath him; pushing him up and out of the water! The best he could do, in that heart-stopping moment, was whimper and protest muffles through his overblown chest, helplessly bobbling his coned arms while his fat legs bunched and bobbled for some footing.

Something told him, maybe he wouldn't last that long. Especially as he'd come to feel what she'd been doing to his belly, fearing perhaps she might blow him to the point of popping. Instead he'd been burst a leak and was sent, yelping and wailing, propelled across the courtyard by the air flooding out of his belly- making a comical fluttering flap like a deflating balloon. He was wailing and crying out all the way, to ultimately end in a soft grunt when his hollow body hit the keep wall, and crumpled him to its base in a heap of legs and flattening boy. As before, the silly boy was quite squeamish out of this; exclaiming softly in shock and terror to find that air was in fact, still leaving his body. His poofy arms clumsily fumbled and his legs uselessly fought to gain traction without much air in them, up until the point he'd just lost too much. Not unlike bleeding out, he lay there helplessly and turned his eyes at last to his captor. "H-help, please!" he called for her, unsure of what would happen should he lose all of his air, but knew he was feeling lethargic and sleepy. "Unh... uh..." Should she simply watch, poor Neil would eventually just pass out on the spot and fade to a limp pile of rubber.