“The Green Balloon”
Shrek and Princess Fiona gathered around near the edge of a cliff across much of the deep, blue sky while figuring out the castle’s location down below. “Well, Fiona. Looks like we’re stuck.” “What do you mean we’re stuck?” “The castle is down below. We’ll have to find another path which can get us nearer.” “Oh.” It certainly did look pretty deep from the viewpoint by the cliffside. Fiona had been trying to get to the best castle in the remote possibilities of land and couldn’t see as to how their adventure seemed at an end. “Unless… maybe…” Shrek suddenly pulled Fiona in and held her tight. “Shrek?! What are you doing?!” The green ogre took a deep breath, counted to 3, and blew right into Fiona’s mouth. The results were immediate. She gradually became a giant form of herself inch by inch before Shrek ever stopped and transformed into an air tank, only that she didn’t breathe out and could only breathe in. Slowly, steadily, the second green ogre lifted up in a feathery style along the ground until she was airborne with Shrek’s hands under her green sleeves close to the breast. Bigger and bigger she grew. Her lover didn’t think too much of it and continued exerting pressure inside her carriage, leaving it open on flesh and vanity, while muscles got evened out and subtle compared to a princess’ frame of mind. Fiona choked a little bit but still breathed in, holding nothing out except bosom and dress curved into the mountainscape scenery, slowly, and surely, becoming a test subject on the first ogre’s chin, delight, and gesture of pulling off his stunts, just as he filled her with love and made her lungs itch and burp. The princess was absorbed and full and would try her hardest at holding the vacuous source inside her frame and thought of escape. Off into the air they went: big ogre and big lady (or bigger and bigger ogre), riding together over the hills in straightforwardness at least on figurative note prior to landing, particularly along the castle bridge leading to the gated entrance. She let it all out. No, that’s not what I’m thinking. I’m thinking she was ready to leave everything behind and allow pressure to consume her dress, naked for limb or broken and tired. “BURP!” All the wind flowed outside her mother’s cheek. She thinned back into proportion of fair royalty and gasped, terribly so, in thought for Shrek, who had flown with her to the castle and confirmed the fortunes of eventual landing. “Feel good Your Majesty?”
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