The P-Diet Plan (Infinite Ending)

I didn’t think a weight loss regimen like this even existed. A regimen where you inflate like a balloon to lose weight. It’s apparently called the P-Diet, complete with a yellow sweatshirt, yellow sweatpants, yellow wristbands and headband, hundreds of yellow balloons, and a seed to grow a bush of yellow berries, all of them sporting a white capital P on them. I can safely say it works like a charm. I feel more slimer and flexible than anyone’s ever been. However, ever since my mom put us on this diet, I just found it too addicting to give it a rest.

I wake up to do my morning diet routine, only to see my mom outside my bedroom door.

“Good morning, my daughter,” she says to me.

“Oh, hi, mom,” I reply. “What brings you to my room?”

“Well, it’s been a few weeks since we got on the P-Diet, and I was thinking we should start increasing it.”

“Increasing it??”, I repeat. “But I’ve done the diet literally every day! Why would I need to increase it?”

“Yeah, right. I’d thought you’d definitely want to.”

I’m taken aback. “I’ll have you know I’m in the most limber shape in my life. I have no need to increase my diet any further than it already is!”

“So what are those doing in your room?”, my mom asks, pointing at my bowl of P-Berries that I’ve been saving.

“Oh…uh…”

“There’s a plentiful in there, and you know what they do to you, so that is proof you’re taking your diet more to your personal liking than your personal health.”

“But, Mom…”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. I bought this plan to help distract you from being so hungry, but it wasn’t long before you realized how it feels to actually feel full, and how relieving it is when you let it all out. You’ve been hooked on it since.”

I blush, looking for a way to explain it all to Mom, but then I see her looking at me with a smug grin on her face.

“There’s nothing wrong with that, sweetie,” she says.

“Huh?”

“You are at that age, after all. Everyone wants to do something that just makes them feel good. But there’s nothing stopping you now.” She grabs me by the wrist. “So come on! Let’s both do something that feels good.”

Taking my berries with us, my mom takes me down to the living room. There I find P-Balloons all over the place, with our P-Gear in the middle of it all. We slowly and carefully make our way to the center of the room and quickly change into our P-Gear. As the gear slowly but surely starts to inflate us, we snack on the berries, causing us to inflate a little faster. Our arms, breasts, backs, bellies, butts, and legs are inflating all at once, and our P-Gear stretches with them. We’re just more than halfway done with the bowl of berries when we become so big, we can't bend anything anymore.

Also at that point, our bodies are touching the P-Balloons floating around the place. They pop on contact, causing us to inflate even bigger a little more faster. Our limbs turn into divots as we grow, and everything that’s not growing begins sinking in. A few more pops later and those divots begin to dissolve and disappear. Now we’re just completely round growing spheres.

Every P-Balloon that pops surges our growth as we fill up more of the living room. It does feel really good to be blown up so much, yet also kind of embarrassing that I’m doing it with my mom. While I’m thinking that, I feel my head touch the ceiling. Me and my mom are merely inches away from outgrowing the living room, and we’re still slowly growing thanks to our P-Gear, but all the P-Balloons set up in the room have been popped.

Except for one.

The last P-Balloon descends from the ceiling and into the very little space left between me and my mom. Our ballooning bellies press against the sides of the balloon simultaneously.

*POW!*

The last P-Balloon pops, and we both feel another surge of growth. We feel our bodies touching the walls and corners of the room, and then we feel them press against each other. We have no space left to grow in the living room anymore, and rumbling and creaking can be heard everywhere. Me and my mom brace ourselves for whatever’s coming next.

*FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO*

We suddenly feel an even bigger force in our bodies as we inflate even bigger even faster. We have so much air inside us, it’s starting to build up on its own. The rumbling and creaking around the room intensifies, until we bust through the walls, windows and ceiling, then inflate even more to bust through the whole house. Now there’s nothing holding our growth back. We grow big enough to outgrow the neighborhood, then we outgrow the region, then the city, then the mountains, state, and country. At that point, the atmospheric pressure adds to our growth, allowing us to become bigger than the world in seconds.

As we overshadow the other planets and the Sun one by one, I begin to bet that everyone on Earth will mistake us as the creators of a new era. We might keep inflating like this for at least a while, but it’s totally worth it, even if it’s for losing weight.

For now, all we can do is enjoy what feels good enough to make us want to stretch towards the edges of the universe and further beyond.