“Ah, good ol’ Innie Outs,” Anon proclaimed as they entered. “A simple menu, untouched and perfect for more than a century. Burgers, fries and milkshakes.” The old-fashioned, hard white tile aesthetic gave the burger joint a calming, familiar effect- made especially familiar by the fact that the inside of every store had the same layout.

“Never been to one of these before. You got nanites here?” Zeppo approached the cashier as the line wore down. “I’m starving.”

“...We sell burgers, dude,” The cashier sighed apathetically.

“I told you, man. They don’t change their menu, ever,” Anon explained.

“Maybe they have some android stuff on the secret menu,” Jane smirked.

"They have a secret menu?" Zeppo's brow arched. "That's dumb."

“Shoulda gotten a smoothie at BuyMart, dude,” Bloona uttered to Zeppo, poking him on the top of the head, as she was still in her tall and more-slender-than-usual form, Zeppo glaring up annoyedly at her. “They’ve got everything there.”

“Fine, don't care. Lemme get a water, only a little ice,” Zeppo sighed. The cashier went to go fill up a water cup and threw a straw in it, Zeppo taking it and digging in a pocket for a packet of Nanites-On-the-Go, ripping its tab off and pouring his sustenance in, stirring it up with the straw with that same look of unimpressedness on his dragonlike, rubber face.

“Lemme get a double, and some fries,” Anon ordered. "And a water for my girl." He thumbed to Bloona over his shoulder, her hand shooting up to wave, as if to clarify herself- as if anyone could miss her, looming over her boyfriend and the rest of the mostly human crowd.

“Y’mean a double-double?”

“No, I don't want cheese,” He then turned to Bloona and Jane, murmuring “...Theirs tastes like plastic.”

“I like the cheese here, it reminds me of how Zeppo tastes,” Jane rolled her shoulders in a shrug.

“Huh?” Zeppo looked up, hearing his name but not having heard much else, still stirring. Jane just smiled warmly at him, before she herself ordered.

Just as they finished up their order and Anon paid, They turned to approach the little sitting bench opposite the ordering counter. But Zeppo stopped, mid sip, looking across the store, having locked eyes with somebody. “Oh hey, theres-” he pointed a red finger to alert Jane, but before he could finish, the building shook with a thunderous

“YO!!!” 

Everyone in the place stopped for a moment, eyes drawn to that powerful voice. Out of her seat jumped another AZC droid, this one wearing oversized combat boots, baggy sweatpants, and a tight polyester multicam BDU shirt, perky breasts outlined in the tight garment. “HEY, JANE AND Z-MAN!” She bellowed, her demonically massive, razor sharp grin beaming as she eyed them. Her skin shimmered black like an oil spill, and her eyes glowed with red irises and black sclera, but her eyes were ringed, a ring of black and red separating the central, glowing eyecam of her iris and the black sclera, like her eyes were hypnotic bullseyes, her glare as intense as her vicious grin on her fat little muzzle, enough to put a shark to shame. As she leapt up, her short, stubby, turgid bomb-finned tail wagged with an audible "bloomp", it bobbing quickly as she'd stood, waving a jet black hand to them. Her great external ballasts equipped on her belt that hung by her thighs and waist clinked, their size nearly more than doubling her width profile. She certainly was never lacking for extra air, it seemed.

“Who’s that?” Anon asked.

“A friend of ours,” Zeppo grunted, taking another sip.

“That’s Bomb and Cole, Zeppo’s bandmates,” Jane explained. Bomb had been sitting with another human, a chubby, shy looking guy with dark skin and darker hair who almost went entirely unnoticed to them, Bomb's brash demeanor eclipsing him by a longshot.

“You play in a band, Zep? That’s so cool!” Bloona excitedly proclaimed.

“Eh. It’s a hobby.” Yet again, Zeppo’s first instinct was to play things off cool, hiding his bashfulness.

"What do you play?"

"Couple things,” Zeppo tried to shrug, but Jane was quick to butt into Zeppo’s humility.

"Mostly the guitar," Jane proudly praised, and even Zeppo’s red face could blush as she went on: "You should see how he plays! It’ll blow you away!”

"Just because my asshole owner ordered me with musical talent," he shrugged again, grumbling. "...Like he even cared."

"Their group is Detonation Alert- an Orchestral-punk-rock-powermetal band. Zeppo's also one of the leading vocalists!"

"Only two of us sing anyways, and Bomb's the main voice. She doesn't even need a mic." Bomb was making her way over while Cole still sat, the bouncy, medium-sized Anthro Zeppelin Android throwing a hand out for a quick greeting with Zeppo, grabbing his hand to yank herself forth and bumping shoulders with the taller (at the moment) rubber dragon android, taking the easygoing Zeppo by surprise as he rocked there, his drink sloshing, their air-filled bodies colliding with an audible bloomp.

"Yo yo, Zep-‘n-Jaaane!" She then stuck a fist towards Jane, who bumped it back with a grin. "Was wondering what you guys're up to today, we were gonna call you and see if we can kick it before practice! Who’re these two lanklets?!" She shouted through her massive grin to Anon and Bloona, Bloona excitedly grinning back, always happy to meet and make new friends.

"Just a couple'a randos I got in a fight with. They're making it up by buying Jane lunch. I just got a water," Zeppo shrugged again, the movement as natural and habitual to him as breathing. Probably moreso. "This is Anon and Bloona, left and right," Zeppo pointed them out as if not to get them mixed up. Bloona's big, dumb grin grew even more as her hand went up to wave a little, bouncing in place.

"Hi! You’re in a band?! Can we come to your practice?!” Bloona immediately implored, her bounce lifting her in the air for a moment, bringing her head close to the ceiling. Bomb laughed, throwing her head back and holding her mouth wide and unhinged, those hardened off-white rubber razors in her mouth openly displayed by her explosive guffaw.

“Ha ha! I like her!” She then gave Zeppo a punch in his shoulder, him rocking in place with another audible, reverberating bwong that radiated from his body, Bloona still grinning back. “You’re already spillin’ the beans about our outfit, eh Zeppo?!” Her brow furrowed and those eyes focused on him in an interrogative gaze, her grin not diminishing in the least.

“Order number forty-five?” The man at the counter suddenly called, and Bomb peered around Zeppo towards the employee.

“That’s ours!” Bomb quickly approached the counter.

“Double-single with fries, and a Beep-Boop style shake?” The attendant said.

“Mine!” Bomb affirmed, picking up the tray and the shake, and as Zeppo watched incredulously, Bomb took a hearty sip of her slushie.  “Ahhh, those are some tasty nanites!” she felt the glare of Zeppo falling heavily on her. “What’s up, bro!? You look a little mad!” Bomb rose an eyebrow devilishly, as Zeppo then glared at the attendant.

“...Sorry man, it’s on the secret menu.”

“The secret menu?!” Zeppo spat, enraged. “Androids make up a fifth of this country, and our food is on the secret menu?!” The guy behind the counter shrugged, before going off to do his work before Zeppo could protest further.

“I mean, hey, I thought so,” Jane now shrugged to her frustrated boyfriend, who, as usual, rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh, chest and wings heaving. “Just didn’t know what they called it.”

“Friggin’ ridiculous,” Zeppo pouted. “Just because they don’t want to change their stupid hundred-year-old menu.”

"C'mon, let's sit while we wait for yours!" Bomb said, in the closest volume of voice she had to a regular speaking voice, nodding her round head towards where Cole sat. "So this is my favorite human, Mister Cole Smithee himself! He's the drummer and the producer for Detonation Alert! He's the brains who makes it all happen!" Cole shyly waved, smiling a bit.

"...Telling these guys about the band, huh?" Cole smirked, his voice practically a whisper compared to his android's.

"It was actually Jane's big mouth to blame for it," Zeppo took a sip. Bomb grinned at the secret-giver-awayer, Jane shrugging.

"C'mon, Jane! We know I've got the biggest mouth! Stay in yer lane!" Bomb laughed, appreciatively patting the human girl on the back.

"...My mouth can get pretty big," Bloona whispered in Anon's ear with a sultry laugh, before she patted her stomach with an audible bloomp of her near-hollow body. “...Especially when it’s friday night, and we do our usual-”

“No talking about our thing in public,” Anon grunted, elbowing her lightly, glaring at her as if to remind her about a previously made agreement between them.

“No talking about what in public?” Zeppo asked with an arched brow after a long sip, Anon practically jumping at Zeppo’s eavesdropping. Bloona grinned with a dark giggle, not quite wanting to embarrass her owner further, yet still pushing her luck, enjoying teasing her lover.

“S-so what’s it like being a producer?!” Anon quickly took a seat, interrupting whatever Bloona was thinking of doing next as he aggressively sat in the table next to Bomb and Cole’s little two-person table. His voice cracked slightly in the middle of his blurtation.

“I make orchestral tracks for the songs. Help with writing the lyrics too,” he shrugged, somebody other than Zeppo shrugging for once.

“Yeah, when Bomb writes them they’re kinda… focused on one subject only?” Jane said.

“Hey, like they say… Write what you know!” Bomb sat back down, leaning back in her chair as she let out a loud “aah” of a sigh, eyes shutting for a second as she cricked her neck, her endoskeleton’s cervical “bones” popping as she did so.

“Plus she has no sense of timing,” Zeppo smack-talked, his riffing just as dry as any other time he spoke, his face not emoting as he said this. Bomb didn’t seem to mind though, her grin staying as if it were painted on her big, round face.

“So what’s with your auxiliary ballasts?” Bloona asked, Bomb sipping her nanite smoothie- which was interesting to watch, given that it seemed she couldn’t fully close her lips, the best she could do always being just able to shrink her smile and forming a seal with her semi-flexible hard rubber teeth and the corner of her lips around the straw.

“Yeah, think you’ve got enough gas there?” Anon’s brow arched.

“Listen, libtard- my right to high-capacity, assault ballast tanks shall not be infringed!!” Bomb laughed.

 “You and Cole fly here?” Bloona posed, side-eyeing Anon as the subject got rolling.

“We do a little bit of floating!” Bomb stuck her hand out and petered it from side to side, before smacking her near nonexistent lips. “Go where the wind takes us- unlike you, with your inbuilt jet system! I gotta equip engines if I want air control!” Bomb noted. “Say, how much did that set of wannabe-aeromorph upgrades run you?! That’d be fun, right babe?!”

“Actually, I came stock with them,” Bloona proudly announced, sticking one of her impressively long legs out to show off her calf engines and wagging her tail to the forefront to display her tail-engine. Next she showed off her intakes- from top to bottom, she had intakes in the space between her collarbones and her back and neck, intakes on her waist, ones on the sides of her thighs and ones on her higher tail, these last two for her calf engines and her tail engine respectively, the intakes able to be closed by her skin and blend into her body with only a little seam where they used to be. 

“Anon got me pre-equipped with the deluxe suite because he wanted a fully flight-capable AZC, my engines even have afterburners! I’ve got a pretty nice cruising speed for a zeppelin droid- not on the level of a Combat Aeromorph, but hey, I’m not military-grade after all. Anon never goes flying with me though, even though I went and bought a nice harness and everything,” She uttered, masking her slight disappointment with a little teasiness towards her owner, before leaning in to pretend to whisper “I think Anon is secretly scared of heights.”

“Maybe I ordered you with them, because I want you to enjoy flying, and I like watching you fly.”

“God, that’s so boring of you! I want to share the view!”

“You do; you take pictures with your phone and send me them.” Anon stifled his shit-eating grin, trying to play his smug prodding off.

“You’re such a little troll, you know that?” Bloona guffawed, shaking her head with an only slightly frustrated smile. “We are so going flying now that I got that suit. You’re out of excuses, Mister Nymos.”

“I’ll think about it.” Bloona grit her teeth with a grin and leaned in to punch Anon on his shoulder. Anon finally laughed, having been playing up how much of a jerk he’d been.

“You tiny little brat,” She grinned, sticking her chin out as she looked down upon him from her height. “Don’t make me get bigger and make you. I’ve still got three or four feet left I can grow.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

“Bomb, I’d love to get you integral boosters but you know you’d probably damage them,” Cole uttered concernedly while their two new friends bickered playfully.

“Eh, probably!” Bomb shrugged. “My strap-ons are louder, anyways! More fun!” She said, and her ever-lasting shouting voice roused eyes towards their table. Bomb took a second, before realizing what she’d said, taking a moment to guffaw, her jaws snapping to the sky as she laughed on. “Man, that sounds dirty! Y’know what I meant, right?!” She shrugged, grinning.

“Back to your question, today the wind favored us so we flew out without the jets for the lunch break," Cole explained. "Was gonna take the bus back over to Grandpa’s shop- but Jane’s here with her car, so we could hitch a ride. Bomb’s jets are about the size as her ballasts she’s got on, she’s already lugging around enough as it is."

"What kinda harness are you using?" Bloona noted Cole's backpack at his feet.

"Belt swing," Cole answered.

“Ballsy,” Anon’s eyebrow rose.

"Ooh, really? Those seem real dangerous," Bloona turned to Bomb. "Ever get worried Cole might fall?"

"Little bit, I always make sure he's got his safety line equipped before I start inflating," Bomb answered in a rare lower tone, amidst another sip. "Gets a little exciting feeling him swinging down there in the breeze, screwing with my buoyancy! Sometimes I think he does it on purpose!"

"See, I've got the baby-carrier style, I hear it's the safest," Bloona glanced to Anon. "But apparently it's too embarrassing-looking to try out. So, you're a medium size AZC, right?" Bloona implored.

"Perceptive, aren'tcha?!" Bomb did her closest attempt of a smirk. "Lot of folks mistake me for a large!"

"What kinda tanks are those? I've never seen those, certainly not worn by a medium."

"Oh, these babies?" Bomb grunted, reaching for one to decouple and heft up, letting it slam on the table, reverberating with a deep, almost ominous "bwoom". Upon this closer inspection, they noted the panoply of warnings upon the tank, reading the bright red name:

“Blimp-Blaster 30,000?" Bloona read. "Jeez, those are-"

"The best of the best?!" Bomb excitedly finished. "With a pair of these bad boys, I can pass hyperinflation in five seconds flat! Going from your minimum size, to so big you can't do nothin' but wiggle, your arms and legs sucked into your rapidly-growing blimp of a body…" Bomb excitedly chuckled, almost arousing herself. Maybe she even blushed, but with pitch black skin it was next to impossible to tell.

"...Explosive blowout warning, consult instructions before use," Bloona read a warning label, her face a paler shade of blue than usual. "Jeez, Bomb, you could-"

"Explode?!" Bomb laughed again, though the way she grinned and the glint in her eyes told them that she was definitely excited at the thought. "You bet your skinny blue ass I could!" Bomb then lifted her camo BDU shirt, Bloona growing even more distressed to witness Bomb's gut covered in shred scars, her black skin tone contrasting with the gray slashes crisscrossing this way and that, many of them disappearing into her pants and up above into her matte black sports bra. Come to think of it, Bomb had a couple extending all the way up her neck, and no doubt had them down her arms, concealed by her long multicam sleeves. Given that Aralatex scar tissue didn't last long and usually healed and faded to nothing quickly, these evidence marks of Bomb's bursting must have been recent. It looked like she had a blowout as recently as a couple days prior. Bomb grinned as she took her tank back, re-coupling its regulator pump to the pressure valve on her hip with a quick hiss of gas, and the audible beep of a safety lock- something uncommon for all but the highest pressure tanks.

"Jeez, you let her blow herself to bits?" Anon eyed towards Cole.

"...Sometimes I'm the one who gets her to explode," Cole grinned, courageously admitting to his and Bomb's fetish.

"Damn, bro. I mean, I can't judge, but like… Damn."

“Wassup, Bloon-berry?! You look like you've seen a ghost!" Bomb's eyebrow rose at the silent, discomforted Bloona, her eyes wide and expression haggard, all the while the crinkling of Cole’s wrapper was heard, him finally going for his burger once his interest in the conversation had begun to wane.

"That's horrifying," Bloona winced.

"Eh, gets less scary the more you do it! It’s a lot of fun to get your bits all over the place and freak people out!” Bloona’s ghastly expression remained. “Wait… are you saying you’ve never had a blowout?! Not even on accident?!” Bomb laughed. “Girl, we gotta pop that cherry of yours! You’re missing out!”

“I’m… I’m good,” Bloona did her best to politely decline, her voice cracking a little before she cleared her throat.

“Ohp… c’mon…” Cole suddenly spoke, his mouth full of his first bite of his sandwich. “I asked for grilled onion, not raw.” At this, the incredibly amused demeanor of Bomb shifted on a dime, her grin diminishing, and her focus shifted from the incredibly uncomfortable Bloona to her own boyfriend beside her, those bullseye eyes of hers glaring over to Cole. “Oh well, I guess-”

“WHAT.” Bomb’s voice was sharp and demanding, glaring at him- or more specifically, at his burger.

“I mean, it is pretty busy here, I’m sure-” Jane tried to butt in, but those intense eyes of Bomb’s bequieted her attempted interjection. Bomb surged forward in her seat, going for the tray- or more specifically, the receipt there, her hands clawing for it as she hefted it up, as if to confirm the order, her silence tense. Almost as quickly, Cole’s face too went pale, realization hitting him like a sledgehammer.

“Bomb, baby- it’s… It’s okay,” he tried to reason, but he knew the mistake had already been made. Her fuse had been lit.

“GIVE ME THE BURGER.” Her hand shot out, demanding, her other hand pulsing around the crushed receipt, eyes trembling, her great toothy shark grin well and truly turned upside down now. Before Cole could comply, she snatched it away, standing up with a screech of her chair. She seemed taller now than she had been when they all sat down.

They could do nothing but watch as she marched back up to the counter, butting in front of the line there, much to the chagrin of the other customers. “You want a sauce packet?” The attendant sighed, but instead that sandwich in her hand splatted to the counter, violently disassembling itself in front of him. He jumped back in surprise, the burger splattering across his apron.

“LOOK.” Bomb pointed simply, with a shaking finger. With each passing second, she grew, until she was taller than this poor, overwhelmed teenager working the till. “GRILLED ONION. GRILLED.” She shook the receipt before him. “MAKE MY BOYFRIEND A NEW BURGER.”

“I’m… I’m sorry but you- a bite has already been taken! We can’t-”

“YOU WHAT?!” Bomb’s voice was nigh deafening, and in the next instant her body grew, hitting her endoskeleton’s maximum height of ten feet easily, her shirt soon ripping to shreds, revealing what looked like a plain, matte black elastic sports bra beneath it that courageously held onto her now head-sized breasts, still just as perky on her body when she was at her somewhat stocky pear-shaped 5’ 5” mere moments before. Her sweatpants also sundered to display matching elastic panties.  Despite this, she seemed to not be done growing, a low hiss emanating from her widening body ominously. Unfortunately for the cringing Cole, she hadn’t worn an outfit fully made entirely of this wonder-fabric, watching shreds of multicam and cotton falling to the ground while everyone else looked on in shock. 

“YOU… CAN’T… WHAT??” Her voice rumbled from deep within her now double-chinned, short razor-frowning muzzle as guests retreated in terror. Her massive size deepened her tone to something akin to distant, rolling thunder, taking long, deep breaths between each shaking word. Her bald head brushed against the more than 12 foot ceiling, subtle pops indicating the decoupling of her endoskeletal bone joints as she entered her hyperinflation phase, limbs thick and almost devoid of ambulation- though Bomb, given her practice in this form, merely needed the control of her skin tension to bring her fists up on her stubby arms, bringing them together with a creaking squeeze of aralatex to pop her knuckles one-by-one as she stared down at him from behind her now massive, mountainous tits, barely concealed by her undergarment. Her scar-crisscrossed belly pointed down at the young man’s face like a claymore mine, her bulbous, billowing gut big enough for him to stand up inside of. Bomb’s navel suddenly inverted with a “PWONG” from the pressure, and the cashier jumped.

“W-we can however offer a complimentary ten-credit gift card in some special c-circumstances!” the attendant fearfully attempted to parlay while this slick black giant taking up more than half of the open floor glared down at him motionlessly, her skin flexing and straining to keep her fist-in-hand pose. Her fat and stubby bomb-finned tail wagged once behind her atop her turgid ass and thighs as she opened her sharp, frowning mouth to speak.

“GIVE IT TO ME.” The cashier jumped once again and hurriedly went to input the proper protocol onto the register’s console, trembling in place as she loomed over him, her bridgewire-taut skin creaking, her body emanating deep, hollow inflated sounds, as intimidating as the mysterious resonations of a deep, dark, unexplored and ominous cave.

“H-here! Just… Please don’t…” Bomb snatched it away, looking down to it as if to inspect the goods in her fat, sausage-roll fingers. With the compressive whirr of her ballast pumps, she began to shrink once more, the magnetic joints of her endoskeleton audibly re-coupling as she shrank to its maximum 10’, a slowly slimming sausage of a finger reaching down to revert her bellybutton with a little pop as she shrank, now naked in nothing but her heroically strong underwear, their matte black contrasting with the obsidian shine of the rest of her body- as well as her combat boots somehow. The laces must have been elastic.

Back to her nominal minimum size, she huffed visible steam through her nostrils, still frowning with her teeth grit, before turning around sharply to walk to the back of the "line". The other would-be customers had since been forced to retreat to the door by the threat of her expanding body, staring at her uneasily and parting as she approached, stopping right behind them and turning in place like a soldier performing an about-face, her heel stomping.

“What?! Order your goddamn food already!!” she barked, and the crowd complied, re-forming the queue worriedly. “Hurry it up! I need to re-order my boyfriend’s burger! He’s hungry, god dammit!” she shouted, the person currently up to order pausing to look back fearfully at her.

“Well, she’s… Affectionate?” Bloona offered with a furtive grin to Cole, his head low in embarrassment.

“Yo B-Girl, get me one of those stupid-ass secret shakes!” Zeppo called out, unfazed, his drink finished.