Murder at 708

Yulia entered her hotel room. She took off her red business jacket, remaining in her soft white silk blouse and red business skirt. Hard day’s work, and now she could finally lie down, and wait for another delegate of her country to call her up and she would have to go work once again.

Yulia was a warm looking woman with a thick accent. She had long, wavy brown hair, and stood about 5’7. Red complimented her light skin and her shapely shins. She was a beautiful woman, not what you’d expect from somebody into the political world (no offense to the cute girls reading this who may be in politics). But she was tough and so, pretty much a perfect fit for the political game.

Yulia was….a little wild, and demanding. Had always been so. But, she had made amends when she could: with her best friend for stealing her boyfriend, totaling her sister’s car one night she drank too much in her school days, had alienated one woman from her group of friends to take her spot in the group. Even with her friends she was a little…. Ok, as far as most people are concerned, she was a bitch. But she was ok now, right?

Right?

Yulia went to the bathroom to freshen up before she had her late lunch, already set at the table by the five star hotel personnel. There were fruits mostly, bread, orange juice, and some finger food. It was all set in a small dinning table in the middle of the room, between the bathroom and the bed, which overlooked a big window with a great view. It was all there, just as she had ordered. Although, no wine.

She went out of the bathroom, and munched on a couple of strawberries, apple and a piece of bread. The bread was buttered and still warm. She got to the phone, swallowed, and dialed the kitchen. She made her complaint.

“Excuse me, this is room 708. I specifically asked for the complete afternoon lunch special, and I was assured there would be a fine bottle of wine. To my surprise…there is no wine in my room.”, she said with her thick accent, calmed down, and smiled, but continued with a slight unpleasant tone. That was one of the things with her: she could go from sarcastic to mean just like that.

“We are sorry miss, we will be sending someone there shortly to fix this. Sorry about any inconvenience.”

“I forgive you” she said with a sharply and hung up, before hearing the guy at the other end yell out “You’re welcome!!”

“Some help…” said Yulia.

About twenty minutes afterwards, someone knocked at her bedroom door.

“Finally”, she said, in that exasperated manner she always had when she felt every one was out to do their job wrong.

She opened the door, looking casually at the hotel attendant, who proceeded to set the basket with two bottles of the most expensive wine at the table, and went to the door. Just as she turned about to extend her hand to get a tip, Yulia shut the door, not even looking at the girl. She brushed her hair in contempt, and sat on her bed to continue eating. She would need to eat, since she wouldn’t be able to eat anything more until well after the afternoon’s meetings.

Unknown to her, but maybe not the neighboring rooms, there was a pained yelp and a thump from the hallway. A minute later, someone knocked on Yulia’s room door again. She sighed, and put on the fake smile she gave the press, boyfriends, and occasionally, girlfriends.

She opened the door with that smile, and the girl at the other side of the threshold was another hotel attendant. She somehow looked like the other girl, but….

“Did you order room service, miss?”, asked the girl.

“Humm…not right now. I did have an order straightened…”

“Yes, miss” the girl stormed in, interrupting Yulia. She stood there, lips pursed as if trying to get the word “out”…well, out. She stood with her lips frozen, looking at the girl who had brought in with her something she rolled around, in some cart. It was covered in a sky blue blanket.

“Umm”

“Where do you want this, miss?”

“I don know…”

“Alrighty”, the girl set the thing down “Miss, could you pull up a chair please”

Struck dumb, Yulia did so, and pushed up a chair from the nearby dinning table, next to the bed, in front of the big windows with a splendid view of the city.
Yulia sat down in the chair she had pulled up, and asked “Umm…what exactly is that? I didn’t order anythi….”

“Shhh, this is a surprise order”, said the girl, softly putting a finger to Yulia’s red lips. “I have a message delivery to this room. Would you like to receive such message and prepare for what its knowledge entails?”

“Umm, whos it from?”

“Anonymous, miss”

“I guess it is okay…”

“Alrighty then”, the girl said, and she took the blanket off the thing she had rolled around, and revealed it to be a helium tank. The girl took the hose that was attached to its nozzle, and grinned at Yulia. Yulia opened her mouth, with an inquisitive look on her eyes, just before the other woman plugged the hose into Yulia’s mouth.

The force almost made Yulia fall backwards, with chair and all. As she fell back forward, she heard the terrifying sound of a metal knob twisting, and a hissing. She gasped in surprise.

Her eyes bulged comically as she realized what this crazy girl was doing. Her face filled with panic, but inside she had no idea how to react. The idea was so surreal, she couldn’t even face fear.

Before she could collect her thoughts, her vision was blurred, her heart pace quickened, and she noticed she was rigid, her back against the top of the back of the chair as her whole body straightened up like a limp balloon suddenly taking new shape. She was facing the ceiling. She felt intense pressure all over, just when her face filled with something slightly more substantial than panic.

She moaned slightly at what was happening, and only if she strained her eyes enough she could look at her tormentor, who seemed taken aback by what she was doing, as if it had all caught her by surprise.

“I can’t…I can’t believe it….”

The woman disguised as a hotel attendant slid off the buttoned blouse of the service of the hotel, leaving a dark blue attire visible. She was breathing hard, her body going up and down and she ventilated each hard breath. The sight was wonderful, and it hadn’t even begun. Her hands caressed the length of her neck, drenched y the steamy sweat. She could hardly bear the thought of what was about to happen.

Yulia was breathing in a similar fashion as her tormentor, but soon enough she found out she could not breath anymore, yet she did not seem to need breathing. The sensation worried her, and she could not express her panic with quick frantic breaths. She could feel it all over her body…

She felt the tingle of her soft silky blouse course all over her torso, and the worrying tightness as her bra started to become painfully tight on her breasts and back. She looked down, but she didn’t need to. She could feel her skin pushing out, spaces being over taken by an increasing amount of helium forced into her frame. Her torso pushed out in all directions it could, while her breasts struggled their own battle. Everything pushed out, she felt full all around.

“You are…you are…inflating, inflating like a balloon…” the other girl could not believe her eyes. Her breathing became even more labored. She almost lost all composure. She rubbed her fingers against her body, and stared.

Yulia’s form had painfully exaggerated, to the point where her torso and breasts could have been attached to some sort of air mattress with the shape of a woman. The soft fabric of her blouse strained with uncharacteristic strength as her arms plumped up, trying to break her sleeves apart. Her eyes shot even wider, her moans became even louder and more desperate as she could feel her crotch and belly push out on their own, straining at the poor, lonely button that held her skirt in place.

Her exaggeratedly inflated frame rocked side to side, balancing itself on the back of the chair as it expanded like a human air mattress. Her eyes watered, and as if on cue, the button exploded off of her skirt, a humiliating further reminder of the pretty big pickle she was in.

“Ooooh!!” cooed the other woman, and suddenly, she snapped out of her self. As if slightly humiliated with herself, she went over to a small bag that sat beside the tank in the cart, and took out a digital camera.

“Oh darling, I had almost forgotten….”

The woman snapped pictures at the expanding Yulia, getting her from every single angle, as the ballooning girl moaned as her tormentor moved from side to side, pacing all over the room. Yulia had grown several inches already, and the other woman could simply not resist.

She went over to Yulia, and straddled over her thighs, pinning the balloon girl down. The pressure went up, and Yulia could feel it mounting at her cheeks, the back of her eyes, her very head…

The woman rode up the expanding flesh slightly, as one would a lover, to face her puffy victim.

“I have a job to do darling, its not all fun”. Click.

Just as she took the pic, she pressed down on swollen Yulia’s poofy torso. The pressure rode up even stronger than before. Yulia’s arms shot up comically, and the misplaced air made her sleeves lose the fight against her burgeoning arms. Her breasts and faced puffed up enormously as the helium kept going in relentlessly, not caring about the pressure applied to her middle. She felt her face was going to explode when she felt a slithering tendril of pressure ride up from her pressed in stomach, causing a rising burning sensation that rose up her middle, to her impossibly huge breasts, and finnaly, up her puffy throat and….

POOOF!!

Like a rocket blasting off, the hose shot up from Yulia’s mouth. The other woman got up from her female mattress, which balanced the air inside and regained a pretty ballooned figure once more, but quite a bit deflated from her former state. She picked up the hose, spewing helium like a mad little thing. She looked over at Yulia, who made pleading sounds at her tormentor, who proceeded to crank the helium valve down a bit. With sensual malice, she connected once more the hose to the protesting Yulia.

With frustrating patience (patience to Yulia at least), the air shot through her body once again, resuming its fulfillment of…well, of Yulia.

Even in a lower pace, the helium still considerably bulged the woman out to her previous size in a couple of minutes. As Yulia continued her battle with her sense, the other woman cleared her throat, wiped hot sweat from her forehead and cleavage, and from underneath the cleavage took out a note.

“As you can see darling, this doom befalling you has a name: Rosemary. Know anyone by that name?”

Yulia wimpered helplessly, as now her plight had a face, and with it no chance of repentance.

“It reads as follows”, said the hired killer. “Yuli, my dear old friend! How has life been treating you of late?”

The woman shot a smirk in her victim’s direction, who visibly could not bear the words of her past arch rival in the affairs of love and business.

“Well, no matter, I take it you are a very busy girl”

The creaking of her body was painfully audible, as well as the long rip as her growing thighs broke free of the restraint of her skirt. As she was angled in her rigidness like a blow up doll, though she was way too big now to be seen as one, Yulia felt as if she was been toppled upwards, but quickly realized, since she was a smart girl after all, that the feeling was due to her feet leaving the floor. She was now floating slightly, as if suspended on an invisible table just centimeters above the back of the chair.

The killer giggled, and went on reading. “I guess you are indeed quite the busy girl. The pain and humiliation I’ve carried for almost 8 years, however, has made me VERY busy. After losing my husband because of you, not to mention my career after you replaced me for a job that is now, undoubtedly, far beneath your current status, I could never trust anybody again. I have been going clumsily through life, through men, becoming a nagging hag of a woman, unable to trust her partners, both sexually and professionally. Oh yes, reminiscing is healthy”

The female killer was hyperventilating again, as the words, the scene of the ever expanding Yulia were simply…entrancing.

BANG! BANG!

The killer was startled for a second from her lusty escape, as Yulia’s over stretched panties and what she figured was the bra, snapped. Her blouse was still holding on though. Her middle was big enough to keep the blouse from rolling up her stomach, but there were a few rips here and there were beautiful, pink bloated flesh seeped through….

The killer snapped out of her lusty thoughts, and went on reading.

“But nothing is as healthier and cathartic as revenge, don’t you agree?” Yulia could only whimper. “Well, let’s agree to disagree old friend.”

The killer moved to where Yulia bobbled slightly, grabbed her as if she were a toy, and pinned her to the bed, again as if she were a mattress…far bigger and rounder than a mattress should be. Yulia felt uncomfortable, as there was far too much pressure in her to misplace the air inside her, yet the weight of the other woman felt painful to her continuously ballooning body.

“I was asked to read this next bit to your face darling”

Yulia could only stare wide eyed.

“I have wanted this for years, and it is with great comfort that at last, my dear Yulia, the world will be rid of you. And good riddance. Hope you DON’T enjoy your last moments, but the evidence of your undoing that this killer for hire will bring me, will surely be to my enjoyment. As well as hers, I take it”, at reading that part, the killer blushed, but concluded. “Goodbye my old friend. How I would have liked to see you right now, as you must be right now…”

The killer slid off Yulia, who then floated like a balloon, and whimpered at the sensation when the hose went up for all its length and the force made her body shift vertically until she was face down. The killer snapped photos of the whole occurrence. She proceeded to turning the tank’s knob to its former speed. She moved her fingers along the stiff hose, feeling the surge of helium blasting from within, and what it implied to the poor balloon woman above…

“Alright”, she snapped out of it again. “As you see darling, this is nothing personal, I am merely a messenger. No hard feelings?”

She looked up to Yulia flirtatiously, and the balloon woman whimpered and groaned, frustrated at her inability to express herself as she was. The killer snapped a couple more pictures, and just then, her silky white shirt exploded off. A naked balloon Yulia now floated above the bed, slowly closing completely the gap between bed and ceiling with her balloony-ness. The killer rolled the tank a bit away from the bed, so the balloon could float away from it. She turned the knob even more.

Yulia could not believe it, but this would be her end. Whenever it may come, she knew she was done for. She had lost. Her thoughts clouded, and the intensity of her inflation felt like a second layer of skin being impossibly outstretched like a parade balloon.

“Oh darling, you still have so much ROOM! You could go so much bigger…” She turned the knob even more.

Room?! Yulia felt extremely pressured, as if everything was about to explode off her at any moment. Whether there was in fact more room inside her, she could not say. Her astronomical size threatened to cover half the room when the killer decided it was enough.

“Time to finish this, hon. Any more and this could become extremely messy, completely ruining all efforts at secrecy”

Yulia could not bare the thought, but could only moan in protest.

The killer moved to the big glass door of the terrace, and opened it completely.

She took the ballooned Yulia, amid her protests, and jammed her blimp-ness through the opened way. Yulia could not believe it. She instantly knew what her fate would be. For the moment though, her huge balloony body was jammed halfway out, huge arms and breasts inside, the rest outside in the cool altitude.

The killer looked her straight in the eye. “Darling, you are so beautiful, I could never bare the fact to see how this concludes. Also, my employer gave me instructions to prolong your discomfort as much as possible so…”, she giggled “Bon voyage” and gave out a soft laughter, that no matter how hard she tried to sound mocking, it could be said it was even reassuring, in some twisted way.

“Care for me to open the wine?” The killer uncorked the wine that Yulia had received after the order incident earlier, and poured herself a cup. Wine cup in one hand, cork in the other, she went to Yulia, and look at her in the eyes. Yulia’s face even mocked her present state. Cheeks comically bulged, eyes wide and watering, huge lips enclosing the helium hose.

Lust in her stare, the killer leisurely sipped wine, and with a loud POP, took out the hose from Yulia’s lips. She closed in….

And gave Yulia a passionate kiss on her huge, strangely inviting lips.

Yulia’s mind raced at light speed. “Oh god, now is my chance! I have to blow all this air into her! Come on Yulia, blow. BLOW!!” Only muffled sounds came out of Yulia’s lips, and the tender passion of her inflator’s seductively lips obscured every instinct. She wanted to cry, to scream, when her heart sank as she felt the soft female lips leaving contact with hers. She lost her chance.

“Im so sorry darling. Like I said, nothing personal”, warmly, almost affectively, she screwed the cork in Yulia’s lips. The helium would be trapped inside her until…The killer snapped a couple more pics.

With a couple of pushes, Yulia was free from her glassy prison, but now fell prisoner to physics. Her body rose up. She tried to scream behind that cork in her mouth.

The killer waved, sipped a cup of wine, and stayed transfixed as Yulia floated to the great big blue. She took a couple of pictures, and when the woman was nothing more than a dot in the sky, she placed a “Do Not Disturb” sign in front of the hotel room door, laid down on the bed, and took out her camera.