#and i feel like i want to cry gallons and like i have a tennis ball in my throat

[dagasinfilo]

man trauma healing really is a fucking

[weirdfetishes123]

Expansion experiment - deviantart

Today was finally the day. I was going to test the formula that I had been developing for months in front of an audience of my fellow students and professors. I was a graduate student at a prestigious university and have devoted my studies to developing a compound that will make a man’s musculature expand without him having to work out. I believed I had finally figured it out, and had gotten permission to test the muscle-expansion formula in front of an audience of my peers. My test subject was a guy named Dan, he was a couple years younger than me, 23, and had a sweet face with brown hair and warm brown eyes. Dan was about 6’ tall, but he was very skinny and his clothes always hung off his lanky frame. I had even seen him in our university gym a few times trying to lift weights, but his form was terrible and he never got anywhere. We had gotten to know each other a little bit and he had taken an interest in my research. When I asked him if he’d be interested in testing my experimental muscle-growth formula his face lit up and he agreed almost before I had finished speaking. Now I was standing on the stage in the auditorium with my materials wearing a blue button down, khakis, and a purple tie. The room had filled with about twenty professors and eighty students who were all eager to see if my muscle growth formula would actually work. If it transformed him the way I was intending it would revolutionize the fitness industry worldwide, but it all depended on this test. I motioned for Dan to come up on stage. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” I asked him softly, "This formula is still unproven. “I’ve never been more ready for anything,” the skinny guy replied, “I’m ready to get huge!” And he flexed his skinny arms. “Okay, great!” I smiled at him and out at the audience. “Take off your outer clothes. Dave suddenly looked a little nervous, and his eyes darted around the auditorium, but he took a deep breath and removed his shirt, shoes, and pants. He was left standing only in a pair of blue spandex briefs that I had given him earlier. Even the tight briefs seemed oversized for his skinny body. “Okay, now this is as simple as putting on sunscreen,” I said, and got out a gallon-jug of a white oily substance. I rolled up my sleeves and coated my hands in the cream. “This is the stretch-cream I’ve created,” I explained, “I’m going to coat his skin with it and it will ensure his skin expands safely and evenly as his muscles grow.” I then rubbed the substance all over Dan’s chest, back, arms, and legs, making sure every inch of his skin was covered. I then made Dan coat his hands in the stretch cream and reach into his briefs and get his package and ass thoroughly coated in the substance. He looked shiny, as if he was turning into latex, but the shine on his skin was fading as the stretch cream dried and was absorbed into him. “Okay Dan, you can now put this tank top and gym shorts on,” I said, handing the skinny man some loose athletic clothes. “Now it’s time for the main event!” I said excitedly to the audience, “This man is about to go from a skinny twig to the size of a world champion bodybuilder!” The audience murmured and a few clapped, but most were still skeptical. Many of them clearly thought my research was nonsense, but Dan smiled, “I can’t wait!” he said. I then got out a small glass vial of formula I had been holding in my pocket. Years of labor and research had gone into producing it. If I was right this little vial of liquid was going to pump Dan's muscles up to superhuman size. I handed him the vial, he gulped it down, the whole room waited in tense silence for several seconds. “Oh man, I feel tingly,” Dan said, “I feel it spreading all through my body.” The whole auditorium had gone quiet as if everyone was holding their breath. Then it began.

First, Dan’s chest started to become more three-dimensional, his pecs suddenly taking on some volume and rising up from his flat torso. Then his scrawny arms began to swell as his biceps and triceps morphed from practically non-existent to Olympic weightlifter size. His neck quickly thickened as it became wider than his head . "Look, it's working!" I couldn't help but yell. I was over the moon, my tireless research was actually paying off. "Damn he's hulking out!" Someone from the audience yelled. "Woah I'm getting huge!" Dan said, "This is nuts! I can feel my body pumping up!" Dan's thighs were expanding like muscular tree trunks, and the shorts he was wearing were quickly being stretched to their limit. Even his tank top was now shrink wrapped over his expanding abdominals and melon-sized pecs. Soon we could hear the threads of his clothes start to strain and pop. Suddenly his tank gave up the fight and burst off his superhuman torso, revealing every bulge and crease of his incredibly defined and growing muscles. A couple seconds later his shorts also ripped apart leaving him only in the tiny blue briefs. His ass had swollen up as wide and round and firm as a pair of bowling balls, and it looked like you cold balance a wine glass on top of it. We could also now see what the formula had been doing to Dan's package. His cock and balls were shrink wrapped in the stretchy blue fabric, and had also clearly been affected by his growth. His dick, which I knew had been pretty unremarkable earlier now looked like a 10" python and fat as a Coke can. His balls were bigger than eggs and rapidly approaching the size of tennis balls. I hadn't anticipated this happening to his package, but clearly he wasn't upset with this side effect. I just hoped the stretchy briefs managed to hold on. Dan's body was magnificent, his waist had barely grown since his expansion began, but his chest had literally quadrupled in size. His skin stretched tight over his enormous muscles, and I swear I could have fit my entire hand between his ballooning pecs. His biceps and shoulders were like powerful cannonballs and his arms were almost as thick as my waist. His proportions didn't even look real, he was like a comic book superhero brought to life. I was going to be rich and famous, every man in the world was going to want a body like Dan. “This is awesome!!!” Dan yelled, and a bunch of guys in the audience jumped up and applauded. Bot then as Dan flexed and posed I noticed something strange. His washboard stomach, which was covered in tight bulging abdominal muscles, was suddenly looking a little rounder than it should. Within a couple seconds it almost looked as if he had a roid gut or was a bodybuilder who had taken too much growth hormone. This wasn't supposed to happen. A few seconds later I noticed his ass was swelling up faster and faster, looking disproportionately round and straining the stretchy briefs. Unfortunately I wasn’t the only guy in the room who noticed this new development. “What’s happening to his gut?!” Someone yelled, “He’s getting fatter now!” "Oh no, no, no," I whispered under my breath. Dan’s hands immediately dropped and went to his belly which was now pushing out further than his pecs and was getting rounder by the second. He felt his expanding midsection and looked over at me in panic. “What the hell is happening to me?!!” he yelled. “Shit! I - I - - don’t know!” I stammered. By now Dan was looking like an off-season bodybuilder who had massively overeaten. Every part of his huge body was puffing up and his new muscles were losing their definition. “There’s something wrong with the formula!” “He’s blowing up like a balloon!” Someone yelled. Dan was starting to look like an overblown olympic powerlifter or a champion Sumo wrestler who had just come off an eating binge. His waistline couldn’t have been more than 32” five minutes ago, and now it had to be at least 80” around.

“Help me! Please!” Yelled Dan becoming more and more frantic, but there was nothing I or anyone could do. His abs were now totally gone and his belly had expanded to the size of a yoga ball. His pecs were swelling up as big as ripe watermelons and were starting to push into his chin. I watched as his globular ass expanded rounder and rounder, until his blue briefs were just a straining thong buried deep between his ballooning cheeks. It was like watching bread dough rise. Dan was practically crying, “I don’t want to be a fatass!” “Well, technically it’s not fat,” I said, “The formula was designed to pump up your muscles with a special inert gas, and it must be overproduction of that gas in your body that is causing you to expand like this. So really you’re not getting fatter. You’re inflating with air. People in the audience gasped. “What the hell?!” yelled Dan, “So you’ve turned me into a balloon?!” “We-...” SNAP! I was cut off my the huge noise Dan’s briefs made as they finally burst off his expanding body. Dan’s torso was far too round for him to see it, but the rest of us now saw his inflated package in full view. His cock had blown up to almost two feet long and wider than a two liter soda bottle. I didn’t know if he was aroused or if it was just the pressure in his body, but his manhood stood straight out and was slapping the underside of his ballooning belly. His nuts were now the size of soccer balls and were throbbing as they grew. “Holy shit his dick is bigger than my leg!” Someone in the audience yelled. By now Dan’s back was starting to round out to match the curve of his enormous belly. His bloated limbs looked like overstuffed sausages and it was becoming impossible for him to move them. I could hear his skin creaking like overstretched latex. “Oh my god the pressure!” Dan yelled. “I feel like I’m gonna blow! Someone help me!” I walked up to the panicked ballooning man and put my hands on his belly, his skin was so tight and I could feel him getting wider and wider as if he was hooked up to a powerful air pump. His huge cock pressed against my stomach and I realized that he was getting taller as he expanded. Dan was at least seven feet tall now and almost that same width. I looked up at Dan as his head began to be fixed in place by his swollen torso, “I coated you with enough stretch cream to put you through a taffy puller. I promise you’re not going to explode into pieces. Now keep calm and take some deep breaths, and everything will be okay soon.” Dan winced but he seemed to calm down a little bit. I realized his feet were no longer touching the ground and he was just resting on the curve of his inflating body. His limbs had puffed up into bloated cones and were becoming shorter and shorter as his body rounded out. Even his hands and fingers puffed up like balloon animals as they filled with air. Dan was now totally round. The skinny young man had been transformed into an 8 ft tall ball of tight inflated flesh. A couple more seconds and his hands and feet were just bloated divots on the sphere while his cock swelled to almost 4 ft long and smacked the lower hemisphere of his body. Then, with one last groan, Dan abruptly stopped expanding. “Phew.” I muttered.The room was in shocked silence. All these guys had just witnessed a man take my formula, then swell up like a bodybuilder before blimping out into a helpless human ball. Dan looked tired, but relieved. He still looked like one more breath could push the pressure too far and burst him, but for now he was in one piece and wasn’t swelling. “W- w- well everyone,” I stammered, “this has certainly been an unforeseen effect of the formula.” “You blew this guy up to within an inch of his life!” Someone in the audience yelled, “He was supposed to look like a bodybuilder not a blimp!” “Clearly I have research still to do,” I said.

"I certainly hope you'll be able to return this young man to his original form," one of the older professors said to me sternly, "otherwise there could be severe issues for your research going forward." He walked up on stage, rubbed Dan’s inflated side, sighed, and walked out of the auditorium. I gulped. The auditorium slowly emptied, with a few guys walking to to touch Dan's inflated body and take notes. He just sat there whimpering or moaning. Finally the room was empty and it was just me and the man I had blown up. “Let’s go big boy,” I said. I rolled Dan’s inflated body down the long wide corridor to my lab, trying to ignore the stares and gasps from my colleagues. Once we were back in the large lab I looked up at him, "So how do you feel?" I asked. "I - I - I feel so b- big," Dan stammered. "Are you in pain?" I asked "No," the ballooned boy relied, "definitely no. I feel pressurized. I feel like if the pressure in me got any stronger I'd burst into a million pieces. But it actually feels… kinda… good. "Feels good?!" I asked. "Y-yea," he replied, "it's like my whole body has a hard-on. My skin is so sensitive. Just feeling your hands rolling me just now made me want to cum." Damn, I would never have expected that. Dan was horrified a few minutes ago, but now it was almost as if he was enjoying the feeling of being gassy and round. "Well I still need to try and deflate you," I said, "is that okay?” "I guess so," Dan muttered in response. For the next hour I tried everything I could think of to get the air out of Dan, but nothing worked. I put hoses in his mouth and ass and tired to suck the gas out, but as soon as he appeared to be shrinking he swelled right back up faster than I could pump the gas out. I even tired getting him to ejaculate the air, and I stroked his huge engorged cock until his round body shook and he started moaning from the pleasure. Then a strong jet of gas came shooting out of his dick. His body was deflating, the pressure in him going down, his skin becoming less tight. I keep stroking him and the gas kept coming out. Within a minute he was back down to almost his original height and no longer perfectly spherical. I was so hopeful. "That's it buddy! Let's get that gas pumped out of you!" I said. Dan just kept morning. But then the jet of air issuing from his cock began to slow. In a few seconds it had stopped entirely, and Dan still looked like an overinflated sumo wrestler. "I feel it coming back." He said. It was almost as if he was taunting me. He was smiling. I realized he was re-inflating, and in another minute he had swollen back up as big and round as he had ever been. "Shit." I said. I realized then that as Dan had blown back up my cock was also expanding. For some reason watching this man inflate like a balloon had me incredibly around again. I stroked Dan's blimped up dick again, "I'm afraid you might be stuck like this," I said. He just moaned and muttered "fuck yeah." Suddenly someone banged on the lab door. I almost jumped out of my skin. I inched the huge laboratory door open and my jaw dropped. It was Brian, the captain of the wrestling team, one of the most muscular and drop-dead gorgeous men I had ever met. He was basically a celebrity on campus, and hundreds of men and women lusted after him. Brian’s broad powerful shoulders and 6’5” frame filled my field of view as did at least 250 pounds of pure muscle. His blonde hair was spiked up and cut into a fade on the sides, and his electric blue eyes pierced into me. “Hey man, whats up,” he said smiling down at me, and he pushed his way past me into the lab. Brian stood in front of Dan’s bloated round body. He ran his hand along the man’s inflated sides, he paced around the distended man as if he was inspecting a racehorse. Then he turned and looked me straight in the eye. “I watched that show you put on earlier. I saw you turn this twerp into a living blimp. I watched as he swelled up bigger and rounder until he was on the edge of bursting. I gulped, “Yeah?” I said, “the experiment didn't go the way I wanted.”

Brian stepped closer to me, his strong arms gripped my shoulders and he leaned in until I could feel his hot breath against my ear. “I think it went perfectly,” he said, “watching this boy blow up was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I thought my dick was going to burst through my pants I was so hard.” “Are you serious?” I said. “Totally,” Brian whispered in my ear, I could smell his masculine sweaty odor and sweet cologne all around me. “And I want you to do the same thing to me.” “Wa-what??” I stammered. “You heard me,” Brian said looking me right in the eyes and leaning in so close our noses almost touched. “I want you to blow my body up like a giant human balloon. I want to feel the gas inside of me filling me up, puffing me out, making me expand into the biggest man in history. This is my deepest fantasy and you’re going to make it happen.” I couldn’t believe it, Brian the star athlete wanted to become a blimp. The man who looked like he could have a career as a fitness model wanted to be inflated by me. I had to admit to myself that the idea of Brian blowing up into a helpless balloon made me incredibly horny. I looked up at him straight in the eyes, “Are you sure you really want this???” I gulped, “I may never be able to deflate you down to normal size again.” Brian paused. He put his hands on his hips and looked up at the massive blimp that Dan had become. He was thinking hard. "Once you're blown up it will mean no more life as a wrestling captain, no more athletic scholarship," I said, "No more hard muscular body, no more flexing for all the girls and boys. You'll be a helpless balloon like Dan, and that will be your life from now on." Brian was thinking hard, his eyes darting between me and Dan. Maybe he didn’t realize that I couldn’t just deflate him back to normal. "How does it feel big boy?" He asked, rubbing a hand against Dan's swollen belly. “I feel so goooood!” Dan suddenly said. “You know, fuck it,” Brian said taking a deep breath. “I’m ready to be pumped up huge. And way bigger than this guy. That’s the body I want. It’s what I’ve always truly wanted.” I couldn't believe he was for real. “Okay man, well, take your clothes off so I can rub the stretch cream on you.” Brian then took off his polo shirt and jeans. I realized he had been wearing his spandex wrestling singlet under his clothes. I had seen Brian compete at wrestling matches before but I had never seen him in his singlet this close. His body was unbelievable, every muscle was hyper defined and as muscular as a greek god, and the bulge in the spandex between his legs was almost obscene. It looked like he had equipment that would put most porn stars to shame, I could see every detail of his thick round cockhead through the singlet. “I’m not taking my singlet off,” he said and winked at me. I realized he wanted to stretch the suit as far as it would go. I reached under the tight stretchy fabric of Brian’s singlet to rub the stretch cream on his muscular body. The man was so jacked, the spandex clung to him like a second skin. His muscles felt as hard as smooth warm stones, and I felt them flex and ripple as I rubbed the cream on him. His abs were like cobblestones, his pecs were perfectly round and already stretched his skin tight. I ran my hands over his hard nipples that pointed straight down. I felt myself getting hard as I rubbed every inch of this god-like musclestud, pressing myself into his bubbled ass. “Mmm, feels good man,” Brian said.

I then reached under his singlet from behind to get the stretch cream on his hefty package. His balls were so big, just one of them filled my palm, they were like ripe plums. His cock was even more impressive, I couldn’t even get my hand around it, and it had to be at least 8 inches soft. I could feel it twitch and begin to get chubby as I fondled it and covered it with the serum. I then stepped back and reached behind him to cover the smooth round domes of his ass. It felt like his ass had been carved from warm marble it was so round and firm. I reached between his cheeks and felt them swallow my whole hand, his intense heat radiating against me. Once he was covered I stepped back and looked up at him. He smirked. “You enjoy that?” He asked, looking at the unavoidable bulge in my slacks. I realized his cock was now totally boned up too, and the 11 inch monster was straining the fabric of his singlet. “You’ve got an incredible body.” I said. “I really do,” Said Brian, flexing and lifting his arms into a double bicep pose, “And it’s about to get even more incredible. Blow me the fuck up.” I went over to my desk, grabbed another vial of formula and handed it to him. “You’re sure?” I asked. “I want to be fucking huge!” Brian yelled as he gulped the formula down. Within seconds Brian’s impressive muscles were already becoming bloated and engorged. “This feels amazing!” He yelled, flexing his swelling arms and pecs, “My whole body feels electric!” In seconds Brian’s muscles were superhuman size, his pecs were three times their normal width and were already almost up to his chin. His arms were twice as wide as his waist and his biceps looked as big as soccerballs. His quilted abs were fighting for space to expand on his tiny belly and were stretching his singlet tighter and tighter. The poor suit’s straps were already straining trying to cover Brian’s overblown pecs and monster shoulders. “Fuck yeah!” Brian yelled, “I’m like a titan!” It was true, if the formula had initially pumped Dan up into a bodybuilder it was pumping Brian’s already muscled body up like the hulk. But I knew what was coming next. “I hope you’re ready for the side effects,” I said. The overblown muscle man loomed up over me, his swelling cock tenting the straining fabric of his singlet. “I’ve never been more ready for anything,” Brian said, patting his magnificent abs. Then, like clockwork, Brian’s belly began to puff up under his meaty hand. “Fuck yeah, here we go!” He yelled as his abs gave way to a round roid gut. His limbs were quickly losing their muscular definition as the gas kept pumping all through his body. “I’m really blowing up!” He said laughing, “This feels incredible! I’m gonna be enormous.” Brian was expanding much faster than Dan had. Within a few moments his distended belly was approaching yoga ball size, and he looked more and more like an overblown sumo. Suddenly his singlet burst off of his swelling body with a tremendous snap, leaving the ballooning muscle man totally naked. He wasn't so big yet that he couldn’t walk, but it was becoming more of a waddle. “Well that was bound to happen!” He laughed, patting his enormous gut. Taking a few steps towards Dan he reached around his expanding belly and grabbed his cock, which was now bigger than a fire extinguisher. With some awkward steps around his swelling thighs, Brian rolled Dan forward against a wall so that the first balloon boy’s ass was facing us. “What are you doing?!” Yelled Dan, unable to see what was happening. “Grab me that stretch cream shit!” Yelled Brian. I did what he asked and brought it over. The inflating jock then rubbed more of the cream on his swelling cock and Dan’s ass. I suddenly realized what his plan was as he placed the tip of his engorged manhood against Dan’s hole and braced his hands up on the round boy’s sides. “What are you doing?!” Yelled Dan. Brian just grunted and slammed his inflating cock into the balloon boy’s hole.

Both of them moaned. It was almost like Dan was screaming. I saw Brian’s round expanding belly press and squish against Dan’s rounded side. It sounded like two latex balloons rubbing against each other as Brian plowed Dan. The bulges and curves of their gas-filled bodies pressing into each other, while they bounced and vibrated. “Fuck I can feel your cock blowing up inside of me!” Dan yelled. “Fuck yeah,” Said Brian, “And it’s got so much growing to do still.” By now Brian’s inflating body was making it difficult for him to keep fucking Dan. His Belly was bigger than a yoga ball and was getting more and more difficult to squeeze between Brian and Dan’s side. It was bulging out to the side and fighting for room to expand. His limbs no longer had any muscular definition at all, they just looked like four bloated sausages, and Brian’s inflating pecs were making it more and more difficult for him to turn his head. His cock was still logged deep inside of Dan though, and his balls were approaching the size of watermelons. Brian looked over at me, and I realized he could no longer move his body enough to keep thrusting. “Well don’t just stand there you idiot!” He yelled at me, “Help us!” He then looked down at his own ballooning ass and arched his back as best he could. I knew what I had to do. I walked over to the two balloon men, slowly unbuttoning my shirt, undoing my belt, and stepping out of my slacks. I slid my briefs down revealing my own ample cock and coated it in the skin stretch cream. I heard Brian lick his puffy lips. I then pressed my cock between Brian’s turgid ass cheeks, his soft warm skin as round and firm as two yoga balls. “Do it!” yelled Brian, and I pressed myself as hard as I could against his puffy body as far as I could go. I felt the tip of my cock enter his hot swollen hole. It was incredible. I moaned. I had never felt anything like this before. Brian was so tight, it was like the gas pumping into him was making his ass tighter by the second. I could literally feel him blowing up around me. I began to thrust and push against Brian’s inflating body, with my entire body pressed against his swollen back, my arms wrapped around him as far as I could reach. It was like fucking a huge warm rubber balloon, with every push and thrust he’d squish and bounce back. “Yes! Deeper! Deeper! Pump me up!” Brian yelled. As I fucked and bounced against Brian as he inflated, his engorged cock was still deep inside Dan. Dan was squished up against the wall and every time I thrust into Brian it pushed Brian’s cock deeper into him. I could see Dan’s tight balloon flesh bouncing and vibrating as he was plowed by Brian getting plowed by me. I could only imagine how big Brian’s cock had blown up inside of him. “Yeah you’re fat fuckblimp!” Brian yelled at Dan as their inflated bodies bounced off each other in unison. “You’re just gonna get blown up and fucked stupid forever!” “So are you big boy.” I said to Brian, pushing my cock as far into his inflating ass as I could. “Fuck yeah I am!” Brian yelled, “And I’m gonna be the biggest fuckblimp anyone has ever seen!” By now Brian was almost totally round, his limbs were getting shorter by the second and his hands and feet had puffed up into useless divots. His back had rounded out and his enormous asscheeks were becoming less prominent on his increasingly spherical body. It was actually making fucking him much easier, and I could get my whole cock inside of him without being blocked by his puffy cheeks. But his hole was getting tighter and tighter and I could feel the pressure in him getting higher and higher. Brian was now so huge and round I couldn’t see Dan even if I leaned around, and I realized that Brian was definitely bigger than Dan. He had clearly realized it too. “I’m so much bigger than you now you little blimp runt!” He said, “How’s it feel getting fucked by a man who’s ballooned up bigger than you can ever hope to be?!”

I just heard Dan moan, I knew he was squished between the wall and Brian’s enormous sphere of a body, while the former wrestler’s monster cock was filling him up from the inside. By now I was just fucking the curved wall of Brian’s enormous ball of a body, and he had to be well over ten feet tall. Then, I felt the pressure in him begin to slow, and his skin stopped pushing out against me. The balloon was full. With one last great thrust I pushed into his inflated ass and came. Within seconds Brian was cumming too. The whole enormous balloon shook and vibrated, and I could hear him gasping and moaning. It was like an earthquake inside his huge body. I stood back and suddenly saw Dan blowing up bigger and bigger. He was yelling and basically delirious from the pressure being pumped into him. I was worried Dan was going to explode, the pressure from Brian cumming in him might be too great. I could see Brian shrinking as Dan got wider and taller. Then, with one final surge of growth, it was over. Amazingly both blimp boys were now about the same size, ten feet tall and wide. With some effort I pushed and rolled Brian until his ballooned-up dick was freed from Dan’s ass. His manhood had blown up to about six feet long, two feet thick, and seven feet around. His huge turgid balloon balls were at least four feet in diameter, and still throbbing. Dan just moaned and rolled backwards. "Fuck that was incredible," Brian said, "I just want to be blown up bigger and bigger." "I'm going to keep you nice and huge," I said. “You’re my balloon now.” and I rubbed my hand against his monster cock. "But I don't want to be kept in this back room," Brian said, suddenly defiant "I said I wanted to be a balloon, not your exercise ball. I want you to roll me out of this building into the middle of campus, tie me down, and pump me up with helium until I float like I'm in the Macy's parade. Then everyone will get to see my awesome body." "I can't do that!" I yelled, "I can't bring a naked balloon man out into the middle of campus! The spectacle with Dan in the auditorium earlier was bad enough." Brian stared down at me from the top of the 10 ft ball that was his body. His blue eyes piercing right into me. "You're going to do what I want and here's why," he said, "the surveillance cameras saw me come in here, and there's no way you can sneak me out of here without being seen. If you don't do what I want, next time someone sees me I'll tell them you drugged me, held me hostage, and blew me up against my will. You'll lose your research funding, be kicked out of this university, and probably get arrested. If you do what I want then I'll tell everyone who sees me that you're a scientific genius and letting you inflate me was the best decision I ever made." Fuck. Even now Brian was cocky as hell. I knew he was right, there was no way to hide this, Dan was a nobody but everyone on campus knew Brian. He winked at me. "Okay big boy," I said, "Fine. If you want to be blown up for the world to see, I'll do it." I said, putting my pants back on. "Fuck yeah you will," Brian said. I strapped a helium tank and some ropes into my backpack to bring outside. With that I squeezed Brian’s enormously inflated body through the lab’s oversized doors and rolled the ten foot naked ball down the wide corridor. People stopped and gasped, but I faced forward and pushed Brian out of the building and into the lawn at the center of campus. “Oh my god! He’s blown another guy up!” I heard someone yell. “This one is even bigger than the first!” another added. “Wait?! Is that Brian?! The captain of the wrestling team?!” “He’s the hottest guy in school! And you blew him up like a balloon?!” “That guy’s our teammate! He’s and all star wresteler and now he’s fat as fuck!” “Holy shit! Brian’s dick has swelled up bigger than me!” A crowd was forming around us and I realized I could be in a lot of trouble. Then Brian spoke up.

“Calm down guys! This was my idea! I’m going to be the biggest man in history and get dressed up in uniform and floated above every pep rally and football game this university hosts! I fucking love being blown up! You guys gotta try it!” “He asked you to do this to him?” A suspicious young guy asked me. “He sure did,” I replied, winking, “And I’m happy to make you just as big.” The guy’s eyes got as wide as saucers and he took a step back. I laughed. “Well what the fuck are you waiting for?!” Brian yelled, “I’m supposed to be a balloon so get me off the ground!” With that I tied ropes around Brian’s puffy feet and handed them to a couple of his wrestling teammates who had crowded nearby. I then took the helium tank off my back and hooked up the hoses. The other end I slid into Brian’s distended ass where my cock had been a few minutes earlier. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” One of the wrestlers asked. “Fuck yeah! Now blow me the hell up!” Brian yelled, and I switched on the gas. Within moments Brian was again inflating at a rapid pace. The crowd took a step back as his spherical body grew wider and taller and his head hands and feet seemed to grow smaller and smaller. His cock and balls however kept pace and ballooned up with his body, and soon his dick was bigger and wider than a huge plush sofa. A couple guys actually jumped on it and straddled it as it grew. Brian passed 15 ft, 18 ft, 20 ft, and the gas kept pumping into his ass and he still sat on the ground. Maybe all his earlier muscle mass was holding him down. I could hear him whimpering and groaning as his stretchy flesh strained against the growing pressure. Then gradually, as he passed 25 ft tall, Brian started to lift off the ground. “Holy shit it’s really happening!” The guys straddling his dick said, quickly jumping off as he rose up into the air. I turned off the helium pumping into his ass, and the wrestling teammates holding his ropes slowly let them out until he floated about twenty feet over us. Brian looked like a new planet floating in the middle of campus and his proud cock and balls stood right out from his spherical body. His cockhead and balls were now easily the size of small cars and the skin on them was incredibly tight from the enormous gas pressure in him. From way above us we heard Brian gasp, “Fuck yeah! I’m the biggest balloon in history! I want everyone to see me! And tomorrow blow me up even bigger!” The wrestlers tied Brian’s ropes down, and people walked around the field gawking and taking pictures of the muscular young man who had been transformed into an enormous naked balloon full of helium. I guess he could be pretty popular at games and rallies, as long as they put some stretchy outfit on him to cover up his inflated junk, and he was loving all the attention he was getting. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was one of the other wrestlers who had held the ropes while Brian blew up and floated off the ground. I figured he wanted to punch me for turning his star teammate into a helpless blimp. But he didn’t. “Hey man,” He said, “I saw what you did to Brian, getting him huge and making him fly. And I was wondering… well, could you do that to me?” I suddenly imagined this athlete bursting out of his clothes and swelling up into a sexy man balloon to be rolled, fucked, and floated. I put my hand on his shoulder, “Come back to my lab with me,” I said, and led him into the building.

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I played a text-based adventure game on the dark web. I can't undo the things I did.

I spend a lot of time on reddit. I’m sure you do, too. I’m on a lot of video game subs, and in particular ones about text-based games. I’m talking games like *Zork*. I wasn’t alive when *Zork* came out, but I got really into it in high school. When I made it to college, I took an even deeper dive, playing all the sequels, all the knock-offs, and every shitty game that people had cobbled together and released online. I had to refocus a bit, adding work on top of college courses so I could afford my shoebox apartment, but eventually I came across a post called “Apartment Complex.”

Not a super promising name.

But I was bored, and it was free, and the fact that it was hosted on some weird site that I couldn’t access from regular browsers appealed to me. It added an element of mystery. So I opened a Tor browser, entered the link, and got to a profile creation page. Basic stuff: username, preferred resolution, etc. It didn’t ask for any personal info, so I kept going.

The screen went blank, then a text box opened up.

“Welcome to Apartment Complex! You have been assigned your very own apartment building to run. But this isn’t any apartment building, because the tenants are going to be experiencing some pretty scary ordeals. You get to decide what happens next. Will your tenants survive? Will you accidentally butcher them all? The power is in your hands! Are you ready? \[Y\]/\[N\]”

*Why not,* I figured. I typed in a Y. More text appeared.

“Excellent. We’ll start you off with an easy management level. You have six tenants, numbered 1-6. None of them know each other well. Enter a number to learn more about a tenant and begin to make decisions.”

I grabbed a 6-sided die off my desk and rolled it.

Three.

“3,” I typed.

“Intriguing choice! The tenant in apartment 3 is Cherie. She’s 19 and a sophomore in college. All her friends know her to be outgoing and flirty, and she brings new guys back to her apartment multiple times a week. She doesn’t want a commitment. She enjoys sex, but mostly she just likes not being alone. It’s possible it’s related to how she was repeatedly abandoned by foster parents. Tonight, she brought home a young man named Thad. She plans to have sex with Thad, and he will pressure her not to use a condom. She will say yes because she doesn’t want to scare him off. But you can help her out! Should tonight be the night she stands up to Thad and tells him she won’t sleep with him without protection at the risk of spending the night alone? \[Y\]/\[N\]”

I didn’t realize this game would be so...domestic soap opera? *Whatever,* I thought, *let’s see how this plays out.*

“Y,” I typed.

“Intriguing choice! Thad and Cherie start to get hot and heavy. When they are naked on her couch, Thad starts to try penetrating her, but Cherie stops him and says he needs to use a condom. Thad complains that it doesn’t feel as good. Cherie tells him that it’s more important that both of them are protected from STDs. She’s feeling a little tense. Thad calls her a whore and a tease and throws his clothes back on. Cherie cries as Thad goes to storm out. Unfortunately, Cherie’s door won’t open. Thad checks, and the door isn’t locked, but it refuses to open. Furious, Thad storms back to where Cherie is still laying naked on the couch, crying, and begins to scream at her. Would you like to continue making decisions for Cherie, or try another tenant? \[1\] for Cherie, \[2\] for new tenant.”

This game was weird and pretty retro, but I also found myself pretty intrigued by Cherie and Thad’s story. The clunky stories in these games had a certain charm that made them very engaging. Fuck it, lets keep going.

“1,” I typed.

“Intriguing choice! Thad continues to scream at Cherie, who can’t stop crying. She’s afraid he might hit her. Thad hasn’t decided if he will or not, but plans to let his anger and lack of concern for Cherie as a human being guide his behavior. If things continue as they are, Thad will most likely beat Cherie to the point she will need to be rushed to the emergency room. Should Thad be stopped? \[Y\]/\[N\]”

“Fuck,” I mumbled out loud to myself. “This got intense.”

“Y,” I typed.

“Intriguing choice! A ceiling tile falls off. The edge cuts across Thad’s jugular. Blood gushes everywhere. He is dead in seconds.”

“What the fuck,” I said to myself. “This game is whack.” The text continued to appear.

“Cherie is horrified. Much of the blood sprayed all over her. She’s so scared, she starts to shut down. Cherie won’t be taking any more actions for a while. Choose a tenant: \[1\], \[2\], \[4\], \[5\], \[6\]”

*Damn,* I thought. *Looks like I’m not going to finish this game with a decent score. Keep plugging away though…*

I rolled the die again. Five. I typed it in.

“Intriguing choice! The tenant in apartment 5 is Clyde. He is 35 and works at the local First State Bank. His hobbies include snowboarding, tennis, recreational murder, ‘90s sitcoms, and fishing. He’s home alone tonight after his girlfriend, Alicia, texted him and told him she was leaving him for his brother. He bought a gallon of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, and is working his way through that and the third season of *Frasier*. He feels the itch to strangle someone. It’s been a while, and he’s trying to kick the habit, but the deep well of emotion seems to be so deep that ice cream alone can’t fill it. He’s hoping to quench the urge with a tv binge, but just as he’s settling in, he starts to smell gas. Should he investigate? \[Y\]/\[N\]”

Not investigating would be boring, so of course I typed in a Y.

“Intriguing choice! Clyde gets off the couch and follows his nose to the kitchen, where a heavy propane smell is blasting out of one of the burners. He’s familiar enough with gas leaks to know that he’s one spark away from Clyde flambé. Should Clyde leave, or keep sucking up the fumes? \[1\] Clyde leaves or \[2\] Clyde stays.”

*Seems weird to release the murdered,* I thought, *but it would be boring to just gas him to death*.

I type a 1.

“Intriguing choice! Clyde exits his apartment and heads down the stairs to the front door. When he makes it to the floor below his, he sees that the the stairs are blocked by fallen ceiling tiles. There are stairs on the opposite side of the floor. On the way, he would pass two other apartments, which would likely have phones to call the fire department to handle the gas leak. Should he stop at the first apartment \[1\], the second apartment \[2\], or take the stairs \[3\]”

“1,” I typed.

“Intriguing choice!” That was it. No more text.

“What the hell…” I said under my breath. And then there was a knock on my door.

I froze.

“Hey, anyone home?” a voice called from the other side of my door. “My name’s Clyde, I live on the floor above you. My phone isn’t working and my apartment smells like gas. Can I borrow your phone?”

I sat as still as I could, making no sound.

“Seriously, it’s an emergency. I’m pretty sure I heard some noise in there. I need help!”

On my screen, I saw more text pop up.

“Should Clyde keep trying the first apartment \[1\], try the next apartment \[2\], or take the stairs on the far end of the floor \[3\]”

As gently as I could, I pressed 2. The clack of the key sounded like a gunshot in my head.

“Whatever, asshole. I know you’re home. I hope you enjoy being a piece of shit,” Clyde said. Then I heard his footsteps go down the hall. The apartment building I’m in is new and pretty well insulated, but I could faintly hear knocking on the apartment down the hall from me. I knew a college girl lived there. Hopefully she isn’t home.

Wait.

College girl?

No, it couldn’t be.

Text started filling up my screen again.

“Clyde went to the next apartment and knocked on the door. He heard sobbing from inside. When the tenant inside didn’t open the door, he tried the knob. It turned, but the door wouldn’t budge. It looked like it was misaligned, and with the heat wave, the wood had swollen and jammed the door in place.”

Suddenly, I heard a smash from outside. I tore my eyes to look at my front door, but it was still solidly shut. The sound had come from down the hall. I looked back at my screen.

“Clyde used his shoulder to slam the door, and it popped open. He stepped in, calling to whoever was in the apartment. Walking further in, he saw a shocking sight: a man on the ground, his neck slashed open. A ceiling tile on the ground next to him. On the couch, a completely naked young woman. And, covering everything, a massive splatter of blood. Clyde grinned. Are you going to help Cherie \[leave your apartment and go to hers\] or do nothing while Clyde murders her \[1\]”

This was so messed up. I couldn’t just let someone muder my neighbor, even if I barely knew her. But I was terrified. I got up, ran to my kitchen, grabbed the biggest knife I could find, then went to my door. I took three deep breaths to steady myself, then I unlocked the door, threw it open, and ran out into the hall. I looked over to where the other apartment was, and I could see where the door had been broken in. I ran as quietly as I could over there, and when I reached the door, stopped short and stuck my head around the door frame to see what was going on.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t see what was happening from where I was. I crept in as stealthily as I could. The first thing that hit me was the bitter stench of blood. Then I got close enough to see what was happening. Cherie was on her back on the couch, Clyde leaning over her with his hands around her throat. She was scratching at him, but the blood made everything slick and it looked like her nails were sliding around more than doing damage.

I ran up to them and drove my knife straight into Clyde’s back. He roared and whirled around.

“You bastard,” he yelled, and dove at me, tackling me to the ground. He started pummeling me with his fists. There was little I could do to stop him. With each blow, I felt myself getting weaker, my vision going darker.

And then Clyde screamed.

I focused as best I could. Above Clyde, Cherie was raising the knife for another blow. She stabbed Clyde over and over until he collapsed on top of me, and then she stabbed him some more. I screamed at her to stop, to let me up, and eventually I broke through her terror. She helped me push his body off.

I threw a blanket around Cherie and then called the cops. We spent a lot of time going over our stories with them. I left out the dark web stuff because I didn’t want to get in trouble. Finally, the cops left. Cherie went to go stay with her parents and I went back to my apartment.

When I got back, words were flashing on my screen.

“Remember: Everything that happened tonight was your choice.”

And below that:

“We hope you play Apartment Complex again!”

[arazialotis]

He’s Too Pasty To Fight

This is for the Superbusters Challenge for the fabulous @jalove-wecallhimdean​

Definitely my first challenge entry ever, so I am a bit nervous on how it turned out but definitely enjoyed it. Let me know what you think. Feedback is welcome! I also do not consider myself a writer and do this purely as a hobby, so I am sorry in advance for any spelling/grammatical mistakes.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam and Garth

Word Count: 6,600ish

Warnings: Language, Violence, Fluff, Angst, Implied Smut if you wish, a little bit of everything I guess.

Prompt: “He’s too Pasty to fight”

Stir-crazy didn’t even begin to describe what you had been feeling. In the last string of cases, you had been sick and Sam and Dean left you behind to recover. Now that you were up and back to your usual self the supernatural beasties remained quiet. You had already spent hours digging through news articles, police databases, and even supermarket tabloids.

You laid yourself across one of the tables in the library staring up at the ceiling tossing a tennis ball up and down. Sam contently sat at the other table, enjoying a break in cases so he could catch up on some reading. Dean was either working on the impala, making a beer run, or clearing a pool table with some poor fool. You couldn’t care less, he had completely ignored you for weeks after things ‘heated’ up between the two of you. And by heating up you meant a quick make out session abruptly ended by a pizza delivery man going to the wrong motel room. After that, things never picked back up.

Lost in thought, your motivation left to catch the ball and it fell to the floor where it bounced and rolled to Sam’s feet. Sam picked it up and tossed it back at you, catching you off guard and caused you to yelp in shock. He chuckled a bit.

“Sam,” You whined. “Find us a case.”

“Something will come up soon.” He assured.

“We haven’t tried to kill Crowley in a while.” You pondered. “Up for a challenge?”

“If we wanted Crowley dead, he’d be smoke by now.” Dean said entering the room with a six pack already slugging one down.

“As much as he is a thorn in our side, hell hasn’t been as… hellish with him in control.” Sam agreed with Dean.

“Anyways, something came up I think we should check out.” Dean purposed.

“What? Anything! Please!” You asked excitedly.

Dean still talking to Sam explained. “So this chick, Tara. We helped her months back on a case where her brother’s ghost was…”

“Yeah, yeah.” Sam acknowledged remembering.

“Well, me and her we… uhh…” Dean quickly glanced your way. “Exchanged numbers.” He vaguely stated, your lips pursed knowing exactly what he meant. “She sounds like she’s in trouble.”

Dean played the voicemail on speaker. “Dean, god I hope this is your number. This is Tara from Silverton. You and Sam helped me out with my brother a while back and said I could call if I ever needed your help again.” You could hear the anxiety in her voice. “People are disappearing left and right. It literally feels like a ghost town. I’m leaving for Ridgway tonight. Can you please call me?”

Sam tried to process what he heard.

“Probably just bears or something.” You tried to wave off the case due to a tinge of jealousy.

“We’ve looked into less. Not to mention you’ve been moping around all day waiting for something to come up and you love the mountains.” Sam argued confused by your sudden disinterest.

“Sammy and I could just take this one up.” Dean suggested.

“No!” You protested setting them both on alert not wanting to be left behind again. “I mean, I guess we all could go check it out.” Trying to regain a chill demeanor.

It was only a day’s ride to Ridgway and despite Dean’s multiple attempts, he was not able to reach Tara. You had spent the ride calling numbers to business in Silverton which ended up with no answers. Sam complained about the county sheriff’s department being outdated since the time of the colonies. You arrived in Ridgway, the one horse town shortly after dusk. Sam flipped through a local paper trying to come up with anything and you tapped impatiently on the trunk as Dean talked to the motel clerk.

Dean walked out and grabbed his duffel. “No sign of Tara or anyone for that matter. Apparently it is off season, last person to check in was two weeks ago and they were just passing through.”

“What about other hotels?” You asked.

“This is the only one for miles sweetheart.” He responded condescendingly.

“And of Silverton?” Sam further inquired.

“No news, other than he’ll beat their rates.” Dean answered.

“As long as it is paranormal free, I’ll pay him at any price.”  You offered.

“We should still go check it out, there police system is archaic, I’ve got nothing.” Sam suggested.

“Why yes, let’s meander into the ghost town, where literally everyone disappeared in a week. What possibly could go wrong?” You sarcastically replied.

Sam rolled his eyes but knew you were right. “The towns in a valley right? Surrounded by mountains?” He asked Dean trying to recall the case with Tara.

“Yeah,” Dean said pulling out a map. “If we position ourselves here.” He pointed on the southern mountain which was closest to the town. “We should be able to get a pretty good view with binoculars.”

An hour and a half later you had made it just past Silverton and found an inconspicuous place to park. You started up the mountain which had no trail, trying to get high enough to get a good view of the town.

“Listen,” You huffed and puffed. “I’m sure witching hour hikes are real popular with the tourists, but I didn’t sign up for this shit.” Sam lent you a hand to help you up a sharp incline.

Dean finally was satisfied with a location not a moment too soon. You dropped your pack on the ground and laid down on your back using the pack as a pillow. The ground was dusty and the surrounding brush was dry.

“Cozy?” Dean asked and you simply replied with a thumbs up. “Yeah, I’m sure the rattlesnakes are too.”

You swore under your breath and jumped up as Dean took out his binoculars. “Hmm... There's a few lights on in town. What looks like to be a hotel and a bar with quite a few people.”

You reached to grab for the binoculars but Sam got to them first. “Yeah, but there are literally no other lights on. Not even a TV light from one of the houses. Or cars at the bar?” Sam observed after a few minutes of looking around.

“You feel up for a few drinks?” Dean asked Sam.

“How do you know they are even people?” You challenged Dean’s first comment.

“What else would they be?” Dean argued.

“Do you want me to make a list? I’ll make a list.” You bickered.

Sam handed you the binoculars to distract you from actually starting to list off the possibilities. “Y/N’s right. We should know exactly what we are dealing with before walking in there.”

“Check this out,” You said passing the binoculars back. “At the hotel, it looks like a truck is being loaded.”

Dean squinted trying to get a better look and then quickly packed up. “We should be able to tail them once it leaves town.” He said as he started to bolt down the mountain. Sam followed quickly behind.

You were left in their dust. “But… but, we just got up here…” You whined to yourself almost on the verge of crying before quickly mustering up the strength to follow after them.

Thankfully, going down was much easier than making your way up. Dean drove slowly and closer to town with the headlights off. He parked off the road in the bend were the town’s main road connected with the highway. While Dean was focused on waiting for the truck to pass, you nervously watched for anything else in the distance, holding your pistol tight. The town had an eerie silence and darkness to it only increased by the mountains which blocked out some starlight.

There was literally no traffic, not even cars passing through on the highway. It made the truck easy to spot when pulling out of town. Dean gave it a few minutes head start before turning on the engine and following it down the freeway. It seemed to be the size of a standard delivery truck. The chase led back up to Ridgway where it stopped at a gas station. Dean pulled up next to the air pump. The driver of the vehicle got out to pump gas and a minute later joined the passenger inside.

You jumped at the opportunity. “I got this.” You said jumping out of the impala.

“Y/N, wait, no.” You heard Sam call from the car but you had already made your mind up.

You tucked your gun in the back of your jeans and loosened your flannel shirt to cover it. You went towards the back of the truck quickly peering inside the station but didn’t catch a glimpse of the driver. The back was not locked and so you undid the latch. Dry ice poured out of the back. The walls were lined with pints of blood and stacked with coolers. You froze when you saw a man stand up from his seat at the back of the truck.

Thinking on your feet, you horribly attempted your best impression of a stoner. “Ah shit man, this isn’t the ice cream truck. I fucking wanted some of those little ones, with all the little balls you know.” Your heart pounded inside of you as the man remained stern. “Ah, good turnout for the blood drive though, people of the mountains doing their part.” You winked at him. “I would have come out, but ah, you know...” You pinched your fingers together rolling a fake joint by your lips. “But ah, you keep fighting the good fight and I gotta… go.”

You quickly turned from the truck not bothering to shut the doors and headed for the station, not wanting to give Sam and Dean away. On your way in the passenger and driver made their way out. The third man met them by the door and all three watched you suspiciously. You went for the freezer section and grabbed a gallon of chocolate ice cream. Two of them left for the truck while the other one remained outside watching you.

You went up to the cashier. “So, I’m like looking for double chocolate… it’s like regular chocolate but like with extra…” You tried to keep up the act. Satisfied the third man left and the truck pulled away. You changed back to a regular voice the cashier still looking at you confused, “I’ll just take this,” handing him some change.

Before leaving you quickly shot Sam a text. “Vamps. May be tailed, I’ll circle around and meet you at the motel.”

You left the station, quickly glancing at the impala noting it appeared empty. You made your way into a neighborhood with the sick feeling you were being followed. You learned to trust your instincts with a job like this. You zigzagged through the blocks. The moment your hair stood on end and a hand reached for your shoulder you swung the ice cream bag around making direct contact with the perpetrators face. As he stumbled back Sam and Dean ran out from the shadows, Dean placing a machete at his throat. It was easy to sneak up on a vamp hunting, they never expected to become the prey.

“Down.” Dean demanded. The vampire knelt hesitantly but willingly nonetheless. “Oh, I bet you have a lovely singing voice.” He pressed the knife against his throat.

“Winchesters” The vampire sneered.

“It’s a shame, you have our name but we don’t know yours…” Dean started. “On second thought, I don’t care.”

“What’s going on in Silverton?” Sam immediately got down to business.

The vampire simply smiled.

You put the disappearances and truck together. “Their farming it.”

“For what purpose?” Sam asked again, the vampire continued to smirk. “Your canary is defective.” Sam commented to Dean.

“So, we go in and sweep the town, get survivors out and find someone more willing to sing.” Dean suggested and the vamp started laughing. “What’s so funny, Twilight?”

That’s when you noticed a small light flashing from inside his pocket. You grabbed it out and saw the phone was connected to another call. “Fuck.” You swore as you smashed it against the pavement.

The vampire finally spoke. “Even if I didn’t give them the heads up, there are still too many of us, you’d be waltzing in like steaks on a platter.” He smiled. Dean ended him quickly after it was clear he wasn’t going to share any more information.

After disposing of the body, you made your way back to the car. “We need a plan.” Sam remarked.

“We need back up.” You suggested.

Dean looked down at his watch. “I need a bed.”

It was agreed you would find a way forward in the morning. The three of you shared a hotel room as you always had to save on costs. Although you stubbornly started the night out on the floor, you eventually crawled into Dean’s bed not been able to get comfortable on the hard ground. It had been an arrangement you always shared. Sam frankly was too huge to share a double with, and although would never admit it to his face, he snored.

When Dean woke in the morning, he smiled to himself that you had given in. He watched you peacefully sleep for a moment and then threw a pillow on your head which was customary so you could block out the light and sound for as long as possible.

Daylight finally caught up with you and your zombie-esque state finally started to fade away on the second cup of coffee at a local diner. The conversation between the boys no longer seemed muted and started to register fully.

“What I am saying, is if all those people we saw last night at the bar are actually vampires, we don’t stand a chance, even if we hit a nest during the day.” Sam argued.

“Then we should just torch the whole place, leave any hand on hand combat out of it.” Dean suggested.

“And any survivors? We still don’t know anything about the victims.” Sam continued to debate.

“Do you have a better idea?” Dean defended.

“Back up.” You stated finally entering the conversation.

“And just exactly who are you going to call?” Dean asked with scrutiny.

All of the coffee must have took effect all at once and you closed your eyes praying with dramatic flair. “Oh great Castiel with wings so fluffy and light, won’t you help us purge this town with your great might.” You peeked one eye open scanning the area and huffed when he didn’t appear.

“Castiel has been awol for weeks.” Sam reminded you.

“And after that prayer it will be a miracle if he ever comes back.” Dean rolled his eyes.

“If we brought in Claire perhaps that would entice Cas to join us.” You suggested.

“We already have angst overflowing from this vampire drama, I don’t need hers added on top of it.” Dean argued.

“Okay, then what about Jody?” Sam suggested.

“She has the girls to look after. Plus if she comes, Claire will find a way too.” Dean continued to shut down ideas.

“Donna?” You helplessly racked your brain for ideas

“Bless Donna, but I don’t want her involved in an operation with such high stakes.” Dean admitted.

You and Sam paused thinking of other possibilities. “...Garth?” You shot out another name.

“Garth?” Dean laughed. “He’s too pasty to fight.”

Sam looked quizzically at Dean. “Dude, he’s a werewolf.”

“All the more reason he shouldn’t be involved.” Dean defended.

“Or all the more reason to get him involved, what about all that werewolf/vampire lore?” You suggested.

“It actually has no real basis other than Hollywood.” Sam pointed out.

“Then what a perfect opportunity to test out a new theory.” You tried to appeal to Sam’s researched focused brain. “The full moon is not until another week and a half, so there’s no risk of him going primal on us.” You argued further.

Dean was still not convinced and Sam racked his brain. “Who else do we know that isn't dead or who doesn't want us dead?”

“I'll make a couple calls,” Dean settled.

“Including Garth?” You pressed.

Dean looked at Sam who replied. “You do have a better connection with him”

“Okay, okay, and Garth.” Dean settled. “Even if we get extra help, we still don't have a plan.”

“They’ll be planning for us either way.” You stated the obvious.

“They’ll be planning for us during the day…”Sam corrected.  

You looked at him puzzled by his train of thought. “You’re not suggesting we go in at night?”

Sam shrugged his shoulders in response. Dean stood up from the booth rubbing his hand against the scruff on his jaw thinking about the possibility. “It could work.” He decided.

“It could work...” You whispered. “Have you both gone insane?!” You yelled and then folded your hands bringing both your pointer fingers to rest at your mouth as almost if to silence your thoughts from coming out.

“We control the fight by making a scene and bringing them to us.” Sam started formulating.

“...First of all,” You broke your silence. “They know we are in this town, what is going to stop them from coming up here and ripping us from the beds in which we sleep?” Sam looked at Dean concerned at the thought. “Second, the only possible chance we would have of controlling a swarm of vampires at night…. Would be by rigging the impala with... tanning bed lights.” You made up on the spot.

That morning led to you checking out of Ridgway and driving up to Montrose checking into a hotel under different names and circumstances. The later part of the next day and a half, the three of you hit up every tanning salon in the four nearest counties. While you tried to explain the stupidity of the idea and convince the boys you had only been joking, a better plan could not be conjured. It had been surprisingly easy to head into salons as health code inspectors and leaving with a few ‘defective’ bulbs.

Dean had gathered up hardware supplies in order to fix and hold the lights on the impala. Astonishingly, the impala was able to make it up the side of a mountain, where a closed trail’s parking lot was a perfectly discreet location to hook up the contraption. You took a moment to admire the scenery and breathe the mountain air.

As you worked, Dean’s CCR tape lightened the mood by taking your mind off the night ahead. It took the three of you to attach a skeleton rectangle to the top of the car. You smiled hearing Dean muttering apologies to ‘baby’. The plan was to adhere the longer bulbs on the contraption up top as well as shorter ones on the hood, trunk, and side of the doors. For flair, Dean had also found two wall speakers to screw in on the top as well, making sure no vamp in town would miss the entrance.

When “Bad Moon Rising’ came on, you couldn’t help but sing along. Taking a break from the manual labor, you jumped up and instinctively found Dean. As you sang, you grabbed his hands and lead him in a twist. Sam stopped welding and watched the two of you swing around. He cleared his throat grabbing Dean’s attention. Sam popped an eyebrow at Dean questioning what was going on as Dean had sworn weeks earlier nothing was going on between the two of you. Dean left you dancing on your own getting back to work and ignoring Sam’s inquisition. You didn’t seem to mind however, you kept your mood up, perhaps the adrenaline had already started flowing through your veins preparing you for tonight.

Shortly after, a ford pickup truck pulled into the dusty lot. A tall, lanky, and yes, pasty looking, Garth stepped out in his traditional cowboy hat and boots.

“Hola hombres.” Garth introduced himself with only a cheer and innocence he could carry. “And lady.” He tipped his hat towards you.

“Garth,” Sam went in for a firm hug with a chuckle in his voice. “Thanks for making it out man.”

Dean came over as well and held out his hand. “Garth.”

Garth jumped passed his hand and straight for a hug. “You know I’m all about the hugs brother.”

Dean tried to end it as quick as possible. “So what’s new with you? Any young pups running around?”

“All in good time, the wife and I are still enjoying just the two of us.” He explained bashfully.

You finally finished screwing a lock into place and joined the group hugging Garth as well. “Ah, it’s been way too long!”

“You know, after all this is said and done I’ll have ya’ll out for a party, we could play some twister, drink a bottle or two.” Garth suggested delighted at the thought. When no one responded Garth went over to the Impala. “Oh wow, look at this beauty. They’ve really done you up.” He said while inspecting.

Dean joined him. “So you sure you good with the plan?”

“Yeah, it makes the most sense to me. Kinda in a pickle either way.” He stated quite seriously.

You leaned into Sam’s shoulder hiding a soft chuckled forgetting how nutty Garth could be.

Garth noticed and whispered to Dean. “Oh, I didn’t realize… is it awkward?”

Dean took a moment to catch on. “What? No. They're not…. We’re not… She’s like a sister…. To both of us…”

Garth raised his eyebrows and nodded in affirmation not buying it for a second. When you started making your way over, Garth tried to redirect the conversation. “Well, I think you should keep her like this.” He said patting the hood of the car.

“Don’t listen to him, we’ll get you good as new baby.” Dean directed at the car.

After a few more touch ups, a test drive to make sure nothing would fly off, and the dusk settling in it was time to light her up. Dean insisted he was the one in the car to turn it on in case anything were to happen… he wanted to be with her.

Sam ran back to where you and Garth stood. “Either we’ve created a nuclear bomb or it just might work.” He said before giving Dean the thumbs up.

The instant the lights illuminated you turned around to shield your eyes. “Jesus!”

Sam tried to shield his eyes but had to end up turning around too.

Garth looked at it amazed with sunglasses already in place. “Beautiful.”

“Yeah, if you like looking directly at a solar eclipse.” You commented sarcastically.

Dean tested out the speakers too with ‘Smoke on the Water.’ He ran out to join you to get a better look. “Well, if anything happens to us, at least the National Guard will get our signal for back up.”

“So is everyone okay with the plan?” Sam asked and received nods back. “We get in, draw a group to us, flip on the switch.”

“Burn ‘em to a crisp.” Dean added.

“Whoever’s left, we fight on the outskirt of the light. If you're in trouble, get back to the impala.” Sam explained.

Everyone had agreed, there was no questions or second thoughts. Dean had turned off the lights and music on the drive down obviously not wanting to draw attention. It was a quiet drive down, even Garth hardly made a peep to your surprise. He was out of practice and may be trying to psych himself up you thought. You were each armed with a machete. It would be messy but it would get the job done.

It was a good hour and a half before you arrived to Silverton. It was the slowest you have ever driven with Dean. He was being precautious not wanting to jeopardize the rigged car. When the town came in sight, you could feel your heart beating through your chest.

Before Dean turned down the main street he quickly asked everyone. “Ready?” With no objections he turned on the speakers and Led Zeppelin's iconic ‘Immigrant Song’ on repeat so it would loop throughout the fight.

Dean picked up speed driving through town. He swerved up and down the streets wanting to make sure no vamp would miss out on the show. When satisfied, he found an open space to park the car and wait for the fight to come to you. Slowly but surely, you started to see a mass of shadows cautiously approaching the car.

“Dean?” You whispered concerned and making sure he was aware of the approaching vampires.  

“Not yet.” He said determined.

The shadows grew into human forms and larger as they got closer to the car. “Dean?” You asked again starting to panic. You grabbed Garth’s hand who was seated next to you on the back bench just for something to hold onto. You’d be fine once out in the open fight, but being in such a confined space was setting you off.

“We need them closer.” Dean whispered trying to convince you everything was under control.

You looked through all windows as they continued to approach. They were close enough now that the moonlight was unmasking there features. At seeing the white of their eyes, you tried to deep breath to keep your heartbeat under control. Garth gave you a reassuring squeeze. Not a moment later a vampire smashed up against your window.

“Fuck!” You yelled trying to scurry away as much as you could.

“Sammy, light her up! Now!” Dean yelled.

Sam flipped the switch dusting every vampire near the car instantly. You could hear screams of those farther away who most likely were able to get into the safety of darkness only slightly burned. You jolted from the car ready to get out of the confined space. You smiled as you saw forms at the end of the light, finally ready to let out the pent up adrenaline.

You stayed relatively close to each other, never out of shouting distance. And even with the UV lights on your side, offering a place of protection, you had to venture out of their safety in order to get out at the vamps. They were putting up a good fight too, the darkness on their side, giving them an advantage at the hand to hand.

“Dean? Sam?” You tried to gauge their progress as you made your way back into the light to catch your breath. To your right you heard the crunching of bones. Immediately you looked seeing Garth on the ground near the edge. “Garth?!” You yelled panic. “He needs help!” You yelled for Sam and Dean.

You heard bones crack again and slowed down running to him realizing the vampires had backed up from him too. Dean and Sam were close behind you but you held out a hand stopping them. Garth twisted in pain on the ground moaning.

“We got to get him into the light.” Sam yelled urgently but it was too late, the transformation was complete. Sam reached for his leg to pull him out of the dimmed shadows. Garth, or the beast he had turned into, bared his teeth and growled at Sam. Sam instinctively jumped back.

Dean broke the moments of stillness and silence, by cooing. “Who's a good boy? How about milk bone?”

“But it’s not a full moon.” You whispered confused to Sam who was as lost as you were.

“What an ugly son of a bitch.” Dean quietly commented.

Your focus was shifted by the sound of an automatic rifle firing through the impala taking out a quarter of the lights.

“Shit.” You swore exasperated.

Garth howled and ran off into the wilderness. Dean yelling after him. “Garth, come back! Bad Dog.”

Another round of shots fired at the impala taking out more lights.

“This night just got a whole lot more shitty.” Dean stated the obvious as you heard another howl in the distance.

With the plan failed you tried to break for town, fighting the crowds of vamps along the way, looking for a safe house, a vantage point. You only had to last for the morning. The last thing you remembered was Dean yelling your name before the world turned black.

You woke up in what seemed to be a hotel lobby. Your head pounded and your hands were bound behind you. Sam and Dean were kneeling while someone held you up.

“Y/N, is it?” A vampire asked, his hair curly, dark, and tousled. “So nice of you to join us.”

You looked around the room. “Didn’t want to miss out on the beautiful art deco.” You snarked at him sarcastically.

The vampire smiled. “I see the Winchester’s arrogance is contagious.”

“Frankly it’s better than the blood sucking disease your gang lives with.” You shot back.

“I’d hold your tongue if you wanted to survive the night.” He suggested to you.

“And join your blood bank, no thanks, I didn’t plan on making any deposits.” You continued to play with him.

He walked over to you and grabbed your jaw firmly. Dean shut his eyes afraid of what might come. You looked at him, knowing there was nothing he could do. Another man entered the room.

“Jasper!” He called him to stop. “The father wants to deal with the Winchesters and their pet personally. We will put them on the next delivery truck out.”

The vampire named Jasper, you smiled remembering Dean’s twilight reference earlier, let go of your chin to confront the other.

“And what do you suggest we do with them until then?” Jasper asked the leader.

The leader thought about it. “Farm them with the others… hunter’s blood may make us stronger.” He suggested wanting to test out a theory.

You were lead through the hotel. Doors had been ripped off and you saw the town’s people inside. They were hooked up to IV’s slowing being drained of their blood. Dean saw Tara through one of the doors and waved defeated at her. She did not return the motion.

Continuing to walk down the hallway Dean commented. “If this is how the tellers treat us, god help us with the loan officer.” He said making reference to your blood bank comment earlier. “How is the old Alfie anyways,” Dean asked Jasper about the Alpha vamp. “Haven’t talked to him since the apocalypse.”

Jasper ignored him and lead the three of you to a room empty of townspeople but with two female vampires waiting for instructions. “I want two guards with them 24/7. Hook them up, drain them to the point of weakness. We don’t want them getting any ideas. If they step out line, don’t hesitate.” Jasper ordered.

Sam was chained to a lounge chair and you and Dean were cuffed to a bed. Jasper left when he was satisfied the bounds were secure. The two females worked on IV bags. Dean was stuck first, blood immediately flowing into a sterile bag.

“How about a little music, to lighten the mood.” Dean sarcastically asked.

Sam and you were set up too. You tried to keep spirits up the first couple of hours. You debated about what happened to Garth, whether it was the fighting that triggered the mutation or something else. You prayed silently he was okay. But after the first few hours, so much blood had been collected it overwhelmed you to carry a conversation. You could tell Sam and Dean weren’t far behind.

Your body felt too heavy to move, your head swam in a fog, sensations such as sound and light didn’t fully process. Jasper came in satisfied with the progress and instructed the attendants to keep you and the boys in this state explaining to slow or speed up the flow as need. Hours and days seemed to blend together. Occasionally you had enough strength to move your hand closer to Dean’s making sure he was still there. He would lock his pinky with yours.

On what you perceived to be the fourth night, things started to change. You became more aware. You looked around the room, the guards were gone and you heard shouting coming from outside.

Dean was suddenly patting your face. “Y/N wake up, wake up.”

“I’m up, I’m up,” You moaned.

Dean’s bounds were undone, Sam’s as well as, he was chugging water. Dean worked to undo your IV as carefully as possible, but you still hissed as he pulled it out. He wrapped it up and applied pressure. You looked at the bag which seemed to be at full capacity not allowing any of your blood to pass through accounting for the surge of strength.

“What’s going on?” You asked Dean looking at the clock seeing the time at 2:00 am.

“I’m not sure, we’ve been alone for hours and there is fighting going on outside.” Dean explained. “We’re not going to miss this opportunity. Can you walk?”

“I don’t know...” You put your feet on the floor and tried to stand up. A wave of dizziness caught you and you sat back down.

“Come on,” Dean reassured and helped support your weight.

The three of you slowly made your way down the hall, being cautious knowing you were in no position to fight. You looked into the other rooms, people still hooked up to the IVs, some more conscious than others.

“What about them?” Sam asked Dean.

“We’re no use to them dead.” Dean said pressing onward. “We’ll find a way back.”

You made your way into the lobby and surprised Jasper and the leader who were in the middle of an argument. Jasper, upon seeing you three, fumed in anger.

“This was you, wasn’t it?” He yelled storming over to you.

He was interrupted as a werewolf broke through the glass door. Jasper and the leader coward in the corner and the werewolf made his way toward them. It showed no mercy and you turned away not wanting to see the gore that would ensue. After finished the werewolf turn toward you, blood lusting in his eyes. The three of you started to slowly back up down the hall.

Another werewolf broke through the entrance, snarling at his much bigger counterpart. You knew instantly it was Garth. He was even gangly when bulging with werewolf muscles and his eyes still remained kind. He snarled until the other creature kneeled and ran off whimpering. Garth turned to your group, your heart still racing knowing at any moment the beast inside him could lash out and attack you. But Garth eyes showed knowing and relief. He howled and ran back out into the streets.

You followed him joined by Dean and Sam. Outside looked like a massacre, vampires lining the streets a few werewolves finishing up a few remaining blood sucking savages. Your eyes followed Garth and he continued to howl. The rest of the pack ran to join him. He glanced back one more time, before he led them back into the woods. It took a few minutes to process that Garth had just saved you and the town with his pack.

“I’m going to send them a nice fruit basket or something.” You broke the silence.

“He may be a pasty Gumby on the outside, and look awkwardly rough one night of the month, but deep down he’s a good boy.” Dean ended.

Although your body physically complained and ached still with every moment, you cleaned up the mess left behind before unchaining the townspeople. Upon freeing people from the makeshift jail, you decided to leave quickly not wanting to explain what had happened to a crowd. Dean had explained to Tara though who vowed to help people recover and handle the situation. She hugged him goodbye.

You made your way to the impala. Dean rubbed the side full of remorse. “Oh baby, what have they done to you?”

Surprisingly, it still ran. The car was an angel in your eyes. You made it back to the hotel in Montrose, parking in the back to avoid wandering eyes from reporting the destroyed car. All you could think about was a hot shower and bed. Sam made remarks about needing to get the protein and vitamins back up and so made a food run with a ‘borrowed’ car.

Dean seemed to be asleep when you were finished showering, you dressed in a t-shirt and panties and joined him in bed. He peaked his eye open at you and smiled, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer to his body. You wrapped your arm around his chest and sighed. He rolled in the sheets to meet your body. He ran his free hand through your hair and softly kissed your lips.

You pulled back confused searching his eyes that were dancing with emotions. “What are you doing?” You asked timidly.

He gently held grabbed your hair trying to admit to the truth stuck in the back of his throat. “I almost lost you…” His voice cracked.

“We’re hunters, we almost lose each other every time we leave the bunker.” You said trying to lighten the mood.

“Not like this time…. And it made me realize, I don’t want to miss out on… us.” He tried to put into words as his hand found its way to your waist under your shirt.

“Want to add this notch to your bed post Winchester?” You asked trying to avoid the seriousness in his tone.

“You know what I mean, I want more than that with you…. But if you don’t…” He rolled back onto his back and ran his hand through his hair. “...Shit, I don’t know… we’ll have to figure something out, because I can’t stand around anymore pretending that this isn’t real.”

You gulped trying to be honest with him. “You know I’m not good at the whole relationship thing…” You started.

He laughed softly interrupting you. “Look who you are talking too.”

“I am afraid… that if we step forward and it doesn’t end well, we’ll never have what we have now. I can’t lose you or Sam.” You admitted.

“Then what do you suggest?” He questioned.

“...Taking things slow.” You said hesitantly.

“Okay,” Dean agreed.

After moments of silence you couldn’t take it anymore. “Oh fuck this.”

You grabbed his shirt and drew him back to you kissing him hard and passionately.  He happily obliged. He rolled on top of you, straddling your waist. He threw his t-shirt off over his head. You traced his muscles with your fingers. He came back down meeting your lips, hands hungrily at your waist again, inching your shirt up.

Sam walked in completely shocked. “Oh god.” He looked at Dean confused.

“Kinda in the middle of something.” Dean exclaimed as you turned around under him hiding your red face in a pillow.

“Ok... right,” Sam left back out the door still confused.

You couldn’t help but start laughing. “Just our luck huh?”

“I’m not backing down if you ain’t.” Dean growled at you.

You looked back up at him giving a come and get me grin. As soon as he leaned back down to kiss you Sam opened the door again with a hand covering his eyes. Dean rolled his eyes about to chew his brother out but was struck with a protein bar Sam had thrown in your general direction.

“Um, I just think you guys should eat these before... You know. You could faint from the blood loss… and I don’t want to have to rescue your current situation… okay, that’s all.” Sam shut the door.

Dean widened his eyes and rolled his head as if to ask can you believe this guy. “Let’s give this one last shot.” He settled as he smiled into another kiss.

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Being away at school really makes me miss driving. I feel so helpless not being able to drive myself to CVS or a supermarket, and figuring out how to get the shopper bus back home is somehow always difficult. I miss driving to the beach every week in the summer. I even miss the traffic through town. It makes me realize how much I took driving and my car for granted. The CRV helps me escape from any circumstance, even if that circumstance is, ironically enough, being completely lost on the road.

I got my license a few months before my junior year ended. I started off driving my dad’s old car because it was the oldest one we had. My parents figured that if I got in an accident, we could just get a new car since  it  was the most low-risk car price-wise. My dad drove a shiny, light blue Nissan Scion xB, the color similar to the blue text bubble of imessages. If you don’t know what kind of car that is, picture a toaster on wheels. With a license plate frame that reads “I’m Tuned Into NPR.” Now, picture a teenager driving that toaster on wheels. Of course,  I was thankful that I had a car to drive whenever and wherever I needed, but this  mode of transportation wasn’t exactly ideal for a teenage girl in a small town. Especially in a small town where everyone knows everything about you and can recognize your car by the bumper stickers on it.

Fast forward in time a little bit. My dad gets a new car. A brand new silver Honda CRV, but of course, with my family, he got it at a really good price. My parents sat me down on the couch in a very serious way. I knew a talk was coming, I just couldn’t think of anything I had done wrong recently. They ended up giving me a letter that said that they realized how unsafe the Toaster was for me to drive. I hadn’t really thought about that -- I mean besides the shuddering sound it made sometimes -- but it was alright for me. They said that after a lot of deliberation, they decided to let me drive the CRV because it was the safest of our cars. I had driven the CRV once or twice and it drove a lot more smoothly  than the Toaster. I remember being so happy and thankful that I started crying, in typical teenage girl fashion. I felt so incredibly spoiled by my parents, but thankful nonetheless, and to this day I still feel the same way.

In a parking lot full of other gray CRV’s I could describe mine exactly. Look inside the front windows- 90% chance there will be at least one old Dunkin Donuts cup and napkins all over. Check the back too; there is a water volleyball ball that I bought two summers ago and used for a whole ten minutes until the wind made it impossible to play. There are a total of five bumper stickers: a circular red and black one for my high school lacrosse team on the left side of my license plate, and another circular one on the other side for JMU. Another black and red one for my high school is on the left side of the back window. There is a set of three little red Hawaiian hibiscus flowers on the farthest back window on the right side, and a sticker that says ‘Pennsylvania’ instead  of “Patagonia” in the Patagonia logo and font. My parents got me a flip flop key chain when we went to Jamaica a few years ago. It says “one love” and hangs from my rearview mirror. It’s there in an attempt to remind me to keep my cool while driving, but I’m from New Jersey so it doesn’t really help all that much with the road rage. There are a few deep scratches on the roof  from last winter. I went to dig the car out of the snow and accidentally scraped the corner of the shovel on the roof  leaving really noticeable marks. I can’t even describe how heated my parents got, especially when I screamed back at them, “why is it such a big deal?” Since I scratched the paint off, if it rusts over it’ll compromise the roof  itself. Kind of is a big deal!

My car somehow makes music sound better. One of my favorite playlists that I’ve curated is designed for singing in the car. Aptly named, “Concert Car” assists me in the most difficult of South Jersey traffic. I always have music playing when I drive, even if I’m just driving down the street. My music choice is pretty much always perfect for wherever I am headed, except for the time I got so lost driving home from the PHL airport. What should have been a 15 minute drive turned into an hour of confusion and crying. I drove around the Philadelphia stadium district for about half an hour while my 2000’s playlist blasted Sean Kingston on full volume. Not ideal driving music for the moment, to say the least.

The amount of times that car has saved my life is almost comical. I (knock on wood) haven’t actually gotten in a car accident, but I’d attribute that fact to the brakes on my car. Driving is one of the things I miss most about being away from home: the freedom to drive, to escape, or get lost. That is why my beloved, smelly, homey Honda CRV is my favorite place to escape; it lets me escape to wherever I want to. Other than near death experiences, my car and I have had some pretty solid times. I remember the countless fights I had in it with the guy I dated my junior year. I can even recall the drive I took after we broke up. But one of the most memorable arguments my car has been part of was one that I had with my dad. I couldn’t even tell you what it was about, but I remember my mom was away and couldn’t be the mediator for us, which she usually is. I don’t fight with my parents often, but when I do, its bad. Tears, yelling, our dogs barking at us because they don’t understand what is going on. It got to the point to where my dad had to take my keys away, but I had left my car unlocked in the driveway. I went to my room and my dad kept coming in to have a conversation, while that was probably the last thing I wanted to do in the moment. My next move was to storm out of the house to sit in my car and lock it from the inside out. I sat there for a while wishing that whole day could just end. My parents know it's bad when I just sit in my car contemplating things, but it is where I can escape to at times where my own room does not suffice.

Since I love driving so much, I’m usually the driver for day trips to the beach with my friends. I could easily give you a detailed timetable of how those beach days go. Get up at 7, leave around 8 to get to the beach by 10 or 11, with time to get gas and Dunkin as we head out. The amount of sand that has made its way in and out of the CRV could build a new beach. Absolutely nothing makes me happier than driving down the residential back roads adjacent to route 73 with all the windows down and the sunroof open. That is my euphoria. Sitting in my leather throne with my friends surrounding me, screaming the lyrics to whatever song is playing into the salty air. When I first started driving it, the CRV only took $20 to fill up completely- I even used to say “Twenty buck fills ‘er up!” Driving to and from the beach took less than a full gallon, and although gas prices have gone up since Christie decided to tax us NJ residents on gas, putting  gas in my car is still never a pain.

Driving isn’t always fun and games, though. Last summer I got a job nannying for a family in town. They had a beautiful, huge house with a pool in the backyard. It was just three kids; the two girls were pretty easy to handle, but the youngest -- a boy -- was impossible. I hadn’t really driven kids around before nannying, so I made sure to be 10000% cautious whenever driving them. Of course they knew every song on the radio. Their favorite songs were “One Dance” by Drake and “Can’t Stop the Feeling” by Justin Timberlake. The latter was from one of their favorite movies: “Trolls.” They knew all the words, and I felt like we were little family every time that came on. I can still hear them singing the words, “I got that sunshine in my pocket, got that good soul in my feet.” It was like we became the Partridge Family for a few minutes every time their songs came on. Whenever I pass that house I think back to singing with the kids all sitting in the back like little ducks in a row. At times, they tested my patience, but in the end I enjoyed my drives with them.

Driving around my hometown is almost comical because of how small it is. There’s almost no need to drive anywhere at all! I did soccer in high school but it became such a political game that I quit and joined tennis -- a sport I’d never done. I was one of the only seniors on the team so, of course, I got stuck with carpool duty the whole season. Since we had so few girls who could drive to practice, I was stuck with an overflowing car every other day. The most I fit into my car was seven other people, when my car can only fit four others. A passenger, two in the trunk and four in the back. One of my parents’ only rules was  “everybody in that car has to have a seat belt,” I can still hear them reminding me. Sorry mom! Sorry dad! A lot of the girls I drove were freshmen. They looked up to me because I would always give them advice. They thought I was funny and a savage when in reality, I  just had Senioritis (what we called that lack of caring that hits you senior year of high school). A few of the girls clung onto me and we ended up becoming really close and we actually still are. Who knew a car could help me make friends!!