Nick's Nightwing Balloon

I commission I got from Featuring my and 's OC Nick.

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“Well that wasn’t very nice.” Said Nick, the fifth dimensional being and self-proclaimed #1 Nightwing fan, as he appeared in a puff of blue smoke.

“Not in the mood Nick.” Dick snapped. He had just had a nasty argument with Tim over the comms and wanted time to cool off.

“What you said to Tim? I mean it was a reality check but dang! And what you said to Roy before? That was colder than the time Captain Cold blasted you all!”

“You done?” Dick said crossly.

“Easy Batman.” Nick teased. Dick turned around and swung off the ledge, heading for the next rooftop. Only to find Nick waiting for him. “You can’t run from me cranky pants.” Nick said before Dick flipped off the building and swung across a clothesline. “Fun as it is to watch you go.”

“Leave me alone Nick!” Dick spat when the imp appeared in front of him again.

“Listen pal you’re angry. I get that. But you’re mad at yourself. Tim was just upset he has to lie to his dad. And Roy just wanted to catch up, no need to throw his mistakes in his face.” Nick said. Dick frowned before he turned away again. Nick watched him clench his fists. “Whoa there cowboy! Something tells me you’re going to take that anger out on someone who doesn’t deserve it!”

“I suppose you can take it then.” Dick said before he pulled out his escrima sticks. “Turn into a punching bag.”

“Haha no, you seriously need to lighten up.” Nick frowned. One of Dick’s sticks turned into a hose and forced itself into the hero’s mouth. Dick grunted and dropped the other one, which turned into a foot pump, which the hose connected to. Nick sat his foot on it and started pressing it rapidly.

“MMMPPFF!?” Dick moaned, he felt air forcing itself into his mouth. Pushing his cheeks out and going down his throat. Nick kept stomping on the pump and soon Dick could feel his gut stretch out. Squeaking like rubber. He groaned, unable to stop as his body grew bigger. Nick had a big grin on his face as he watched Nightwing’s body swell up bigger, coming rounder and rounder. He could barley move his arms and legs as they became pudgy numbs on his expanding spherical form. Dick moaned as he felt air wheeze out of his ears. His cheeks stretching wider as more air settled inside him. With a loud BWOOM and B-LOON the air in his cheeks went down his throat and they shrunk down to normal, leaving him floating above the rooftop as a human balloon.

“There we go! A grouchy Superhero… Is now a nice plump balloon!” Nick chuckled. “And for future reference I’ll happily be your gym equipment if you work out in that pink speedo again!” He called. Dick didn’t say anything, his cheeks a little red before Nick floated up to him. “Feeling better?” He asked, rubbing Dick’s bloated balloon belly. Nick gently pat Dick's cheeks.

“Hmmmp!” Dick moaned, only for the pump to disappear. The hose and pump turned back into his escrima sticks which Nick slid into his jacket pocket.“How long am I gonna be like this?” He gasped.

“Relax. Just let that stress float away!” Nick chuckled. Dick moaned, yet as a gentle breeze carried him over the city. He felt, at ease somewhat. Nick glided behind him before gently touching down on his back. “See? A Nightwing balloon always makes me happy! I can see its made you happy too!” He chuckled, patting Dick's balloon like body. Dick sighed as a smile crept across his inflated lips.