Remick quickly swiped the blade of his kitchen knife through the tape holding the package closed. It had arrived just moments ago, and he didn't want to wait another moment before getting to what was inside. Months of eagerly checking his front porch only to find nothing there had finally ended. Today was going to be a fun day of dress up!

The mouse giggled giddily as his paws grabbed at the mass of pink and purple latex, lifting it up to his chest and hugging it tightly as he jogged into the dressing room. Once he reached the large mirrored closet door he finally unfolded the material to let it hang over the front of his body, grinning wider as the limbs lined up with his own. He was already nude and didn't waste any more time before he opened the seam in back and began to slowly step his paws down the legs of the suit. He watched in the mirror as the pink stocking-like limbs went from loose and deflated to firm and filled with his flesh and fur. It took a bit of needle-threading to get his tail into the thin slit leading into the tight pocket within the suit's tail, but once it was started it felt wonderful to slide into the sleeve as the rubber drew itself tight over his rump. He grabbed at the suit around his waist and pulled up tight wiggling his hips as the latex squeezed over his body nice and form-fitting, lower body down top half to go!

His whiskers were twitching uncontrollably as they brushed against the smooth inner rubber as he pushed his head into the hood, his face soon framed by an open suit mouth with no other features but yellow cheeks. He stretched and wiggled his arms into their appropriate sleeves, his paw digits getting scrunched together as a couple were each pushed into the dragon claws with three digits each. His dexterity was limited, but he could still at least reach back to zip the seam closed, finishing his entry in the custom-made purple Bubble Dragon costume! Like any exciting day of dressup, he spent the next several minutes posing and admiring his new squeaky self in the mirror.

The suit was everything he had hoped it would be. The fit was tight, showing off the bumps and curves of his body while still being cool and comfy to the touch. The tail moved seamlessly with his own, wiggling and swishing like it belonged to him. Yet despite all of that, he felt his mind wandering with a bit of nostalgia toward the original design of the cartoony critters the suit was based off of. While the suit was faithful in most respects, it didn't match the inherent roundness that bubble dragons often were depicted with. Remick was no stick figure, but his bit of pudge was nowhere near the amount of thickness those designs called for.

With a suddenness that crept up on him, his tummy gurgled as he felt the urge to belch. It wasn't unusual, he had scarfed down his breakfast in quite a rush to get to his delivered costume. What was unusual was what escaped his mouth as he burped, a small bubble shot out from his lips and collided with the paw he had raised to cover his mouth due to trained manners. As the bubble touched the claw of the suit, it just gently bounced off instead of popping like most blown bubbles would. The floating orb continued to rise as he stared at it in confused awe, reaching the ceiling and then just...bouncing and settling there.

'This is weird', he thought. 'Something is up with this suit', he decided. Yet despite those conclusions being clear as day in his mind...he just kept staring at the bubble above as it floated about against the ceiling. His stomach rumbled again as the urge to let more gas escape rose, a new thought forming in his mind: 'If I can blow bubbles with a burp will I be able to blow bigger ones if I belch and blow harder?' For some reason he had to find out, and as he gave into the urge once more he pushed with more force for longer.

The next bubble that escaped wasn't much bigger, but it lingered as it was blown out from his lips and he got a longer and closer look at it. The light of the room seemed to dance over the shining surface of the bubble as he laid eyes on it, the gentle glow of it so pleasing to see that he found himself staring as it rose up to join the previous lingering bubble. The pleseant quality decreased the further away it rose, and he found himself wanting to blow another...yet the urge to belch wasn't there as much.

Eager to blow more, he reached down and placed his claws on his belly, not noticing how it was slightly more pudgy than it was previously. He began to rub and squish at it, hoping that the sensations might spurn his stomach into belching some more. 'Come on,' he thought. 'I want it bigger, rounder...' Suddenly he was blowing an even thicker bubble, marveling at its size and squeezing his tummy throughout to try and pump it larger.

Soon enough, the squeaky dragon suited rodent was in a haze of enthrallment. It felt so wonderful to rub and squeeze at his belly, and the bubbles he squeezed out of himself were just sooooo shiny and pretty! The bigger he wanted to blow them, the more that his tummy grew, and he was too distracted to even notice through the hazy bliss he was trapped in. Soon it wasn't just his belly getting plump, his thighs and tail were thickening too, causing his legs to gradually spread out from both the wideness of his thighs and his sagging tummy. His haze was only broken for a moment as he grew too big and heavy to remain standing, flopping down onto his cushy rump and thighs with his tail big and wide enough to keep him propped sitting upright. During his brief moment of lucidity, he could only marvel at how much of a squishy bubble dragon he was looking like now, eagerly pressing his cute little claws to knead at the doughy folds of his thick belly. It felt too good to stop hugging his tummy, and soon he was blowing more bubbles and slipping back into a ballooning bubble blowing trance.
Bigger, rounder, thicker...