I was over at my girlfriend's place, Tammy. Every time I see her I marvel at how I could have gotten such a girl. She stood all of about five foot tall. She had long red hair that was both curly and wavy and framed her head just right. She had bright green eyes that just made her absolutely gorgeous. What I marveled most is her body. She was absolutely fit and trim. There couldn't have been an ounce of fat on her body, yet she swears she needs to drop about twenty pounds. I keep asking her how is she going to do that without loping off a body part.
She had a figure to die for. Her breasts were 38 double D's and her waist couldn't have been any more than about twenty inches around. I swear I could wrap both my hands round her waist and have my fingers touch.
She got up from the couch where we were both sitting and she walked into the kitchen. She liked to wear slightly tight clothing. She said she liked to wear them a little loose to hide her fat. I still want to know what fat. I watched her walk in there, my eyes were glued to her waist. I have a little bit of an inflation fetish and every time I see her, my mind starts wandering in the same direction: What would she look like if she were all blown up? Would she have a huge belly? If so, how would it make her look? How big would her already ample breasts get? I wonder if she would let me try some of this on her? One time, I broached the subject of kids and her being pregnant. She about hit the ceiling. No way was she ever going to get pregnant. She wasn't about to be stretched out like that. And put on weight, no that wasn't going to happen to her. Therefore I can just imagine what she'd say to being inflated. Even though it would be just a balloon under her clothes.
Still as she was in the kitchen I was looking at her waist just imagining her slowly filling up, I could see her tummy expanding outward, slowly pressing against the shirt she was wearing. Then her stomach expanding past the limits of her shirt and the buttons popping off one by one. She didn't even notice as one of them shot past her hand and almost ended up in the food.
I must've been daydreaming too long as I didn't notice her walk up to me with plate in hand. She asked, “You OK? You're just sitting there. You didn't even respond when I tried to hand you this.” I quickly leaned forward and reached up and took the plate. I was trying my best to conceal the massive hard-on that had developed thinking about inflating her.
We ate the sandwiches she made us. All the time, my hard-on wouldn't stop because even while she was on the couch all I could think about was inflating her. When we finished, I put my plate on the coffee table and took her plate and placed it on top of mine. I then turned back to her. I wanted to make out with her and then make love to her. I had to quench this hard-on somehow and even if it meant only inflating her in my head then so be it. She stopped me as I leaned toward her. “What, you're not going to take the plates in? I don't want them left on the table.” She asked.
I leaned back a little, “Not right now, I have other things in mind.” I said as I leaned in and started to kiss her. She stopped me, “I'm sorry. I'm not feeling too good right now. Could you do me a big favor and take those plates in and then go. Its not you, I just don't feel like doing anything right now. I just want to go to bed. I think I'm coming down with something. Please honey, for me?” She said with those big Bambi like eyes she uses on me sometimes. What could I say?
I pulled away, collected the plates and did my best to hide my hard-on as I took the plates into the kitchen and put them in the kitchen sink. As I turned to leave, “I won't forget this. I'll make it up to you, I promise. I'll get you as hard as you are right now and then I'll fuck your brains out for ya! How you like that?” she said with this tinkle in her eyes that let me know she meant it.
At the very least, I didn't have to try and hide my hard-on any more. It didn't really do anything about it, of course. I went home pent up and frustrated. I needed to release somehow. I didn't do this often but sometimes when the frustration gets bad enough, in my mind someone is going to have to get inflated. If it can't be her then it might as well be me.
Now for me the sensation of filling with air is as important as actually being inflated. At least when it is myself being inflated. I've tried the whole air enema thing and while I can do that fairly well, though kind of painfully, I don't get nearly as big as I'd like to get. I worked out a compromise, it is arguably something out of a Rube Goldberg cartoon but it works. It satisfies my need to be inflated and satisfies the need to feel like I'm filling with air.
I got out all the stuff I needed in order to inflate myself. It consisted of a large truck sized inner tube I got from a shop that I worked at for a while, an air compressor, an air hose cut off of an old bicycle pump, a long neoprene hose, a big three foot diameter beach ball, and an oversized sweatshirt. I connected the air compressor to the inner tube and turned it on. I figured out how much air it took to inflate the beach ball and tied a string around the inner tube. When it gets tight, I know the inner tube is inflated enough.
While the inner tube is inflating, I took off all my clothes and put on the sweatshirt. Now that all I'm wearing is the sweatshirt I take the beach ball and insert the end of the neoprene hose into the valve. I made sure the hose is in there good and solid and I find the other end and insert it into my anus. This is the part I don't like. As soon as I know its coming I clinch up tight and its hard to get the hose in. I manage to get it in. With that in there the second hose goes in easier. I take the cut off end of the bike pump hose and insert it into my anus as well. As I insert it, I realize the inner tube is fully inflated and I switch off the air compressor.
With everything almost in place, I lean the inner tube up against my bed and then climb into bed. I lay flat in the bed, not even a pillow, it seems to work better that way. I put the beach ball under my sweatshirt with the valve end coming out the bottom. The beach ball is completely flat, and as I look down my chest I can still see my erection that is about to be satisfied. I take a long look because this will be the last time I'll be able to see it for a while.
I find the valve clamp end of the bike pump hose and push it onto the valve stem of the inner tube. I check everything again, the hoses are in place, the beach ball is well placed under the sweatshirt and the sweatshirt isn't bunched up under me. With that, I clamp the valve down onto the valve stem.
I feel a gush of air enter me as the inner tube starts to deflate into me. This is what I like about this method. I feel the air enter me. Its as if I'm getting a huge air enema but I'm not actually inflating to that size. The inner tube doesn't generate as nearly as much pressure as the air compressor but it is a steady flow of air. As my bowel pumps up, it becomes full and the excess air begins traveling down the neoprene hose and into the beach ball. In short, the inner tube is inflating me, and I, in turn, am inflating the beach ball, but because the beach ball is under my sweatshirt, it looks every bit like I'm being inflated. It feels like it too.
I revel in the feeling of the air entering me. I watch as my fake belly swells up and up. I stroke myself slowly, I don't want to lose my hard-on but I don't want to finish before I'm inflated. As air flows from the inner tube slows and stops I begin to feel myself. “Look at you, you're a balloon. That's all you! You're a human balloon!” I said out loud. I knew it wasn't really true, but it got me just that much harder. “You're just fucking weird is what you are.” I heard Tammy's voice say, although I couldn't see her.
Tammy had showed up and let herself in. Lost in my own rapt delight from being inflated I didn't hear her come in. There she stood at the foot of the bed out of sight because of my huge belly. I quickly pulled the beach ball out from under my sweatshirt and rolled it out of the way but I didn't pull the hose out. “What the hell are you doing?” She asked. I fumbled for what to say. All I could come up with was, “I have an inflation fetish.” I said as I smiled and kind of rolled my shoulders. She stood there for a moment. She looked at the inner tube, saw the hose connected to it and followed it with her eyes till it disappeared underneath me. Then she spotted the neoprene hose and followed it to the beach ball.
She rolled the beach ball over next to her and put her hand on top of it. I looked down at her and started to fantasize again. I could see the hose sticking out of her butt and the beach ball slowly deflating as she slowly fills up. I must've been a little bit too obvious as she shouts, “Hey balloon boy, snap out of it!”
She asked, “So you like to be blown up like a balloon do ya?” No longer did I fumble for what to say, I had a chance now, or at least I hoped I did. “Well, not exactly. I really prefer to see women inflated, but when I can't get that, I prefer to imagine a woman inflating me and having her way with me.” I grinned a little hoping she would take the hint. Either way, to let me put a balloon under her clothes or to re-inflate me and then have her way with me.
Tammy stood there for a moment. Followed the hose from me to the beach ball again, then looked up at me. This evil grin swept across her face. I wasn't sure whether I should be excited or frightened. She climbed onto the bed and got up on her knees. “Yeah, I never really had an inflation fetish, but I do have a balloon fetish. Bet you didn't know that did you?” She said as she placed the beach ball in front of her. She stood up in the bed and rolled over on top of the beach ball. I felt a gush of air coming from the beach ball. I felt myself slowly start to fill up. She laid there on top of the beach ball, “Yes, you see I do like balloons. I'm not the type that likes to pop them, I just like to inflate balloons and then get all naked and rub them all over me. It gets me off just like your inflation fetish gets you off. I sometimes stick a balloon under my shirt just to feel the latex up against my skin. I even take my bra off so that my boobs rub the balloon as well. It feels so strange but I love it so much.”
I was lost in the image of her going around with a balloon under her clothes. I wish I had known. We could have combined the two. I didn't want to pop her either. I never understood the whole popping thing. I was brought back to reality when I went to reach up and rub my nose and on the way up my hand hit something. That something was my belly. My real belly. Somehow, I had managed to take on almost all the air that was in the beach ball. While I was lost in her images, she had laid on the beach ball till it was almost flat and then she rolled it up as tight as she could till it was empty. She had deliberately inflated me. I don't know how. I didn't think it was possible.
As I was trying to figure out what was going on. She grabbed the hose and pulled it out of me. She wasn't going to have me re-inflate the beach ball. She then took the inner tube and began squeezing it. I felt the air enter me again, and again I was swelling up. By the time she was done my belly was huge. My whole torso was one big ball from my arms to my hips. When she had squeezed all the air out of the inner tube, she pulled that hose out of me as well. She looked around and found the air compressor. I saw what she was doing, “NO! Don't, please, that thing generates way too much pressure. Besides, how big do you think I can inflate anyhow?” I asked.
She walked up to me and placed her hand on top of my belly. It sent shock waves through me. I had no idea how this felt, but it was incredible. She smiled, “But you don't understand. I like my balloons to be really big!” She said as she stretched her arms out to indicate how big. She leaned over and kissed me so tenderly.
Tammy started undressing as she climbed back onto the bed. Once she had completely disrobed she stood up in between my legs and leaned over on top of my balloon belly. I could feel her breasts up against my stretched skin. It felt a thousand times better than her bare skin or her tit ever had before. Its like being inflated had heightened my sense of touch. She reached out her arms and took in as much of me as she could reach. She ran her arms up and down and across my belly. She rocked back and forth making her belly and her breasts slide up and down on top of my belly.
I was panting heavily. I was in sheer ecstasy. I managed to pant out, “Pl-pl-please, f-f-fuck me now. I can't hold on m-m-much longer-r-r-r.” She stopped and stood up right took a half step back and looked down at me. She realized that my dick was not only rock hard but really was throbbing. She dropped down on her knees in order to get closer. I could feel her hand gently stroke my cock. That too sent shock waves through me. I'm just glad she didn't get the idea to try and blow me up more by blowing into my dick!
Tammy stood up against me again but this time I could feel one foot on either side of me. I could feel her breasts slowly slide down my belly till I felt something warm and wet envelop my cock. “Oh baby doll, you don't know how happy this makes me. I've always wanted to make love to a balloon. You're my balloon, my love balloon aren't you? Yes, you are. Come on baby cum for me now.” She shouted as she started sliding up and down on me. I could feel her pussy sliding up and down on my cock and at the same time her wonderful large tits rubbing my belly. I know I should have held on longer but I couldn't help it. I was so stimulated so in ecstasy that I almost immediately orgasmed. I shot into her so hard that if it was physically possible she probably could have tasted it. I just kept cumming and cumming. When I didn't think I could do any more I felt it rise up in me again.
She must've felt me cumming, “Oh yeah baby, that's it. Fill me up in your own way. That's it. Keep it up for me baby, I wanna join you. I wanna cum too. You make me so hot like this. Come on my balloon boy, make me happy, let me cum too. Stay hard for me, that's it.” She started sliding up and down faster and harder now. I was still hard though. I was about to cum again.
I started to erupt again only this time something wasn't right, or least it didn't feel right. I started to orgasm but it didn't feel right. It felt like it came from much deeper inside of me. It was long and slow. I seemed to be orgasming for what seemed like minutes. I had my eyes closed reveling in the moment, the feeling, the meaning of what was going on here. I quickly opened my eyes when I heard her say, “Oh my, this is different. Oh my, I—I---I kind of like this. Don't stop!” She said. I wasn't sure what she was talking about until I looked down and I saw her face. “Wait, her face?” I thought. I shouldn't be able to see her face. I was huge, I was over four foot in diameter. Even when she's standing she's only five foot. I shouldn't be able to see her face while she's sitting down. Yet there she was.
It was then I realized what was happening. Inextricably, I was deflating through my penis. She now had a belly like mine. She wasn't fully inflated yet, and I wasn't completely deflated either. I never thought I could deflate that way but it seemed to be happening. What's more, considering how fussy she is about her figure, I never figured she would stand to be inflated in any way. Yet, there she is, still on me, still filling up and now rubbing her own belly.
To my surprise not only did her belly inflate but so did her already huge tits. By the time I had completely deflated she had inflated till her belly was a good three foot in diameter and her breasts were each a good foot across. I got up on my elbows and slide out from under her and pulled my dick out of her. She groaned, “Oh no baby don't stop. Please, I'm so fucking horny. I haven't cum yet. If you don't have any more in you, rub me. Rub my pussy. Make me cum. Please honey, I gotta cum.”
I got up on my knees and took in the way she looked. She never looked this good in my imagination. Her once tiny waist was now a big round ball. Her wonderful luscious boobs were balloons in their own right. I wanted to blow her up more, but thought better of it. I got up between her legs and started gently rubbing her pussy. “Harder, faster! Make me cum!” She cried as she was rubbing her belly and writhing about. I started rubbing faster and pushing harder on her clit. It seemed like hours but it really was only minutes and she started screaming and then arched her back. She was having an orgasm, from what I've observed, unlike any she's ever had before.
Her body went limp, she had finished. I was about to check on her to make sure she was OK when I felt a slight breeze of warm air. I looked around thinking maybe the heat kicked on then realized it was 80 degrees out, it couldn't be that. I began feeling around trying to find where the breeze was coming from when I realized it was coming from her pussy. She was deflating. She lifted up her arm and felt her belly again. She too realized she was deflating. She let out a soft moan. “What's the matter baby?” I asked.
“I'm deflating. I didn't think I'd like this, but its so wonderful especially when you blow me up. I want to stay like this. Oh well, I guess all good things have to come to an end sometime don't they?” She asked as she placed both hands on her almost flat belly. I grasped her hand. “No, not necessarily.” I said.
I slid my hands under her and scooped her up by her butt cheeks and lifted her up to my face. I brought her pussy to my mouth and I pushed my lips into her as completely as I could in order to get a good seal. I started exhaling long forceful breaths into her pussy. She sighed as she felt my hot breath enter her.
Breath after breath I blew into her. It wasn't long till I could see a bulge developing in her tummy. She could feel it as well and started rubbing her bulge. “Oh that's it baby, make me your blow up doll. Blow me up big! I wanna be bigger than I was before.” She cried as I continued to blow her up.
She looked liked she was full term pregnant when she tapped me on the shoulder. “Honey---- Honey. Hey, where'd you go just now?” she asked as she handed me the sandwich she had just made. I smiled, “Oh no where in particular. I suppose you could call it my special place.”
She sat down on the couch next to me. “Must be something really special the way you looked just now. You were panting and your pants don't look like they can take the strain much longer.”
I just grinned, “You have no idea!”