Jack had a lover and Jack had a wife. But not that wasn’t all. Jack also had an unquenchable desire for breast and body inflation. He downloaded every available video and photo that suited his lust, but kept his passion well-hidden from the two women in his life. But then came the day when all the elements got combined and the reactions it caused went well beyond everything Jack could ever have imagined.
The wheels were set in motion when Jack learned that Laura, his adventure-seeking lover, would be leaving the country. He experienced mixed emotions: sadness, for he would miss the passionate moments; relief, for it would bring an end to all the lies; and finally, lust for a climactic conclusion of their affair. A dark idea began to grow inside him, nurtured by the possibilities the situation offered: Laura would be leaving for a long time, maybe forever, and had not yet decided on the exact destination of her journey. This venture into the unknown meant severing ties with all who stayed behind. Or to put it another way: If she disappeared, no one would think much of it.
And so it all came down to the last night Laura would ever spend with Jack. Carol, Jack’s wife, was away on a two-day trip with one of her friends and did not plan to return before late next day. This had been orchestrated by Jack, much like the acquisition of the key ingredient for the night, a set of bra and panties, or to be more exact, two sets, for Jack couldn’t leave it up to chance that it might be defective, so he bought one as a spare set. The underwear was dark red and looked very sexy. But its true sexual value, at least to those who shared Jack’s special desire, lay in its effect on the body of the person who wore it. Once attached, the extremely stretchable material prepared a complex chemical reaction. A reaction that was then triggered by a visual stimulus. It caused the person to blow up; breasts, belly and bottom. But there was, at least technically, no limit to the inflation so that soon the body parts described took in the rest of the body as the body underwent a metamorphosis into a giant balloon. The stimulus was simple and had a poetic quality to it in relation to the transformation it induced. The vision of a random person exhaling, similar to the action of blowing up a balloon, caused the body to inflate.
Jack wrapped the bra and panties, his farewell present to Laura. She would soon try them on, then see him exhale and begin to inflate. He would make love to his ballooning lover as she watched him blow air out of his lungs and thereby into her body. He lay the wrapped present he had made for Laura, truthfully though for himself, on the living room table, where she could see it the moment she entered.
He could hear the lock turn in the key and felt the excitement rush to his penis. Laura had her own key to his house, though she only used it after she had received word that no one else was home. Jack was prepared to see the stunning long dark red hair of Laura, her full lips and big brown eyes that had such innocence in them that it drove him crazy. What would she be wearing, he wondered, as the knob turned and the door started to open? Perhaps the black dress with the roses that complimented her breasts and legs so nicely. It was his favorite and she knew it. It would most likely be that one.
But it was Carol. Returning early from her trip. Not having found a cheap hotel, she and her friend had decided to simply shorten the trip and return home the same day. What a surprise. What a surprise.
There was no chance for Jack to react in order to prevent what was about to happen. What pained him most was that he had to make a tough decision and he had to make it fast. Damage control.
Carol gave her husband a quick kiss on his cheek before moving past him and seeing the box. “Hey, what’s that? A present?”
Carol turned back to face her husband. She, too, was beautiful, Jack remembered that moment as she eyed him with her blue eyes that shone from her pretty face. Even her short dark-blonde hair looked great at that moment, though he had always been against that haircut. Her eyes revealed the battle that was going on inside Carol that very moment, the question that their future relied upon: Is the present for me or for someone else?
A decision had to be made. Unfortunately, Jack was beyond the point of no return. Suddenly, an easy solution came to Jack.
“I got you a little something today, honey, but I really wanted to give it to you tomorrow.”
Post-pone everything, exchange the present, give her a different gift the next day. And in the meantime, find a way to prevent Laura from coming over. It could be done somehow, surely.
“A welcome back home present? Jack, when did you start being so romantic again?”
“Oh, I just figured…”, Jack began not knowing yet what he was going to come up with. He was interrupted, though, before he had to complete his sentence.
“But I guess this means you’ll have to welcome me home now…”, Carol decided as she moved over to the wrapped box and picked it up. Unable to move, Jack simply lingered frozen in his position as he watched his wife unwrap the present, discover the bra and panties and lift them from the box excitedly.
“Oh, these are lovely! I’ve got to try them on right away.”
Jack watched his wife get undressed, a sight which had not aroused much him in quite some time. But this time it was different. He had given up any notion of interfering and simply let fate take over. Still, as Carol stood there naked before him, only a few seconds away from putting on the bra and panties that would inflate her, he felt a great pang of regret.
“What have I done? My wife is about to become a human balloon. Not Laura, but Carol! Now I will be married to a balloon-woman! It should be Laura putting on the underwear, it should be her breasts and body that are about to blow up,” Jack thought to himself. He did not intervene, however. Carol stood before him dressed only in the red bra and panties.
“Comfortable. How do I look?” Carol asked and watched Jack sigh and say “You look great, Carol. I love you.” This was the first time she felt that strange tickle inside her body. She was not alarmed, however, as she attributed it to finally hearing those words from Jack again and having the feeling that he was attracted to her and that she looked sexy. It was a good feeling. She kept looking at Jack, who stood there not moving, but breathing. In and out. In and out. In and out. Out. Out. Out.
Something made her look back at her underwear. She was a bit surprised. “This bra makes my breasts look bigger. Much bigger.” She giggled. “It’s like I’ve got balloons stuffed in there!” She looked back up at Jack. First at his face. She noticed he was breathing a bit faster. “Oh,” she thought to herself, “I think what I just said really turned him on.” She looked down to see the dent in his pants that revealed his state of mind. She liked what she saw. “I guess I’ll keep up this little game.”
Carol looked back up at Jack’s face to see his reaction when she kept talking. “You really should see what my boobs look like from my position. When I look down at them, I can’t believe how big they are. Nice and full.” Jack was breathing hard and she loved every minute of it. The tickle kept going inside her, it was in her stomach, like butterflies, in the breasts she was talking about so much, and, strangely, even in her butt.
“Do you like the way my breasts look in this?” she asked Jack and then glanced back down at them, as if to be inspired. They were much bigger than before! What was going on? She also noticed that her stomach seemed slightly bloated, but her focus was on her breasts that had increased several cups. She reached up for them with her hands mumbling, “Oh my God!”
Then she moved over to the mirror to get a better view of herself. What she saw were not simply the effects of a good push-up bra. Her breasts had grown much, much bigger. “My tits! They’ve blown up! What’s happening to me?”
Then Carol turned to the side just a bit and realized that her butt had blown up just the same, as well as her belly! She looked pregnant, as if she were about to give birth to a balloon. Carol was close to hyperventilating. She was breathing heavily. In and out. In and out. In and out. Out. Out. Out.
It was getting worse. The bra and panties amazingly look pretty much the way they did when she had put them on, they only showed minimal signs of stretching, but underneath them, her breasts felt like the rubber of a toy balloon. Her breasts were starting to make squeaking noises as they rubbed against each other.
Carol pressed against her big ballooning tits, trying to somehow reverse the process by pressing against them. “Help me!”, she cried as she turned away from her mirror image and faced Jack, who at that same moment broke free from his frozen, voyeuristic position and approached her. “It’s the underwear, it’s blowing me up,” Carol cried to Jack for help, not yet realizing that he was well aware of what was going on.
Jack gave in to his animalistic instincts and reached for her swelling bosom. He pressed his stiff dick against her ballooning stomach, starting to have sex with her in the same way he had used balloons to masturbate in the past.
Carol was shocked by Jack’s reaction to her being helplessly blown up. As he began to bury his head in her ballooning tits, she started to push him away. There had to be a way of stopping the inflation and Jack was of no help. But then Jack did something that caught her completely off guard and that caused the tickle inside her to double in intensity. He looked at Carol, made sure she was looking at him, took a deep breath and blew out the air from his lungs as if he were inflating a giant invisible balloon.
Carol felt her breasts blow up at twice their original speed. She had two huge watermelons dangling from her body that now resembled a big inflated ball more and more. She stumbled backwards, tripped and landed on her big, bouncy butt. It felt like it was made of rubber. Jack lunged after her and kept up the motion of blowing out air.
Carol was beginning to understand the connection, but before she could react, a crucial part of her metamorphosis occurred. The rest of her body was becoming part of her ballooning center. Her arms and legs, even her neck were gradually disappearing into the balloon that now made up the majority of her body. “You’re the one that’s blowing me up, aren’t you? You’re turning me into this!”, she spoke, barely audible above the hiss of her inflating body. “Stop it, stop it, Jack! Make me normal again! I don’t want to be a balloon!”
Jack finally spoke up again, but the words he said did not please Carol at all. “You’re gonna be a sexy balloon-bitch! Big and bloated, helplessly inflated.” He began sucking at her enormous breasts while they were still distinguishable from the rest of her body. Soon, the two blimps that were sticking from her body would vanish like her hands and legs were about to. He bounced up and down on his ballooning wife while playing with her breasts.
“I’m not your balloon-toy! JACK!”, Carol screamed. “I’m not a toy balloon!”
“Oh, yes, you are! You’ll be a balloon forever”, Jack called out, faced her and blew out air intensely. That movement was enough to make most of her face disappear. Only her eyes, her forehead and hair still stood out a bit – otherwise, she was, indeed, a balloon.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang and a key was inserted into the lock. Jack had forgotten about Laura. He leaped off Carol and gave her a careless shove that sent her flying easily across the room into a corner, where he hoped she was out of sight. Just in time. The door opened and Laura entered.
“Were those strange noises coming from in here,” she asked with a puzzled look on her face. Jack’s hair was a mess and there were pearls of sweat on his forehead. He looked like he had been in the middle of having sex, which, in a way, he was.
“What noises,” he said, stalling. He desperately needed more blood in his brain. It didn’t help that Laura was wearing that sexy dress with the roses. Her cleavage looked stunning. He couldn’t wait to… Yes, of course, he still had a spare set of bra and panties.
“Different noises, weird stuff. A fight and the loud squeaking of balloons being blown up, is what it sounded like.”
“The fight would be something I was kind of watching on TV, just some stupid movie. And I guess the thing about the balloon came from here too. Just some little preparations for our little farewell party. In fact, I have a special present for you… I just didn’t get to wrapping it yet.”
They entered the room where Carol was lying in the corner, almost all blown up. She watched the two enter the room and somehow she could make out their words, even if they sounded far away. The echo was big. Jack left the room to get something while Laura sat with her back towards Carol. Luckily, for if she saw people exhaling just a bit more, she would be turned into a balloon completely. Her husband had turned her into a balloon as a farewell present for his secret lover. It was too much to take. But then she realized there was a flaw in her logic. Jack couldn’t have known she would be back. And he was so turned on by what happened to her. It made him horny to watch her blow up. It probably made him horny to watch his lover blow up as well. He had wanted to blow up his lover. He probably still wanted to. As much as she hated the woman sitting there for stealing her husband, she had to save her from being inflated as well. Maybe then, the woman could get her back to normal, help deflate her. She had to give her a signal to warn her. Carol struggled to move.
Laura heard something. She turned around, exhaling as she moved her head to face what was lying in the corner. A huge balloon. She exhaled. Funny-looking. She exhaled. Wearing-? BOOM!
Jack came running into the room carrying the red bra and panties he had gotten from the other room. “What was that?”
“Your balloon burst,” Laura said with a puzzled look on her face. “That’s too bad. It was a nice idea for a farewell present, though…” Her voice trailed off as she set her eyes on the red underwear in Jack’s hands. They looked familiar. “Oh… and this I like even better. Where’d you get them?” She had seen the underwear somewhere else recently. Very recently. On the balloon?
“At a very special place for a very special person.” He leaned forward to kiss her.
“Isn’t that your wife’s suitcase and shoes back there?”
Jack realized he hadn’t had the time to remove all the evidence. “Thank God the balloon burst,” he thought, not realizing the implications of the event. The suitcase and shoes he might be able to explain, but he had to get rid of the Carol’s clothes lying behind Laura.
“That was one of those last-minute changes of her, she suddenly felt like wearing different shoes and the suitcase was too small after all…” A weak explanation, but all he could offer, as he moved past Laura in an attempt to kick the clothes out of sight somehow. Laura got up and walked out of the room, probably to get something to drink. A lucky twist of fate. Quickly, he collected Carol’s clothes and dumped them behind the couch. Relieved, he let out a sigh. A moment later, something heavy came down on the back of his head and he collapsed.
He heard a familiar sound in the first seconds between regaining consciousness and opening his eyes. If you close your eyes, you can picture it too. The beautiful flow of air. The stretching of latex. The squeaking of rubber against delicate female hands. The tender timbre of a woman’s voice as she inhales. And when you hear those noises, you can’t just look away. You know you can’t.
Jack opened his eyes. Laura smiled as she saw him open his eyes. She took the balloon that was as dark red as her own beautiful hair out of her mouth. For a moment, she seemed to consider whether to say something, but then she decided against it and put the balloon back into her mouth. She blew into it just a bit, but the balloon was already so full that it burst. Both Jack and Laura hadn’t expected it and were startled. Laura got an angry expression on her face and mumbled something underneath her breath. Then she reached for a bag lying at her feet – a bag full of balloons. They weren’t from Jack’s hidden collection. Laura had brought along some balloons of her own.
Jack suddenly remembered everything that had happened before he had fainted except for the reason why he had passed out. He looked down at his body, but found it unaltered. His head throbbed and he found it difficult to move, though. But there was no need to, anyway. He had a good view of what Laura was doing from his position and that was all that mattered.
Laura put a new balloon in her mouth, a yellow one with a smiley-face on it. She tried to blow it up, but was no good at it. Her air did not stretch the small balloon one bit. She got all red in the face trying desperately to blow some air into the balloon, but failed. Embarrassed, she turned away from Jack as she panted. She felt dizzy and put her hand on her forehead for a moment as she closed her eyes.
“I’m good at blowing up balloons,” Jack said innocently. “Need any help? I could get you started on that one.”
The false innocence in his voice made Laura take a deep breath, turn towards Jack, blow into the yellow smiley-balloon and this time succeeded in blowing into it. From that point on, it was easy to inflate the balloon. The smiling face grew happily as Laura’s air made it stretch. Now, Laura, too, began to smile.
Jack felt it the moment, the balloon started to grow. Inside him. A strange tickling. And soon the first dreaded signs became visible. Jack was growing breasts. It started slowly and continued gradually. At first, it simply appeared that he had a wide chest, but those first few moments quickly passed as the balloon in Laura’s mouth grew. Within a few seconds, Jack’s body looked as female as Laura’s. Jack had grown two decent tits and his lower body had expanded to a more round, female form as well. Jack had curves!
Fearing the balloon in her mouth would burst, Laura took it from her mouth. She tried to tie a knot in it, but the balloon didn’t have a long neck and so she soon became frustrated and let the balloon sail off. Of course the deflation of the balloon did not alter Jack’s appearance one bit.
Jack tried to move again, but now he realized that he was tied to the chair. “Laura, please stop. Why are you doing this to me?”
“Why am I doing this to you? You were going to do it to me! It’s only fair that you become a balloon now. I can’t believe you first turned your wife into a balloon and then wanted to do the same to me! And why? Does this turn you on?”
There was no use denying it. “I’ve always loved the idea of inflation… I know it’s a little different, but…”
Laura cut him off furiously. “A little different? Turning a woman into a balloon? Yeah, that sure as hell is a little different, you sick freak!”
All the while she was breathing quite quickly from the rage that had been building up inside her. Jack’s body continued to swell. His breasts had no surpassed those of Laura and his belly and butt were ballooning as well. As unintended and alarming this was, he still felt a certain thrill. Nonetheless, he had to stop it before it went too far. He had no interest in being popped.
“No, no… you’ve got it all wrong.” Jack stopped looking directly at her, making sure to avoid the sight of her exhaling. “I made Carol that big to get her out of our way. She stood in our way, so I turned her into a balloon. But that’s not what I wanted to do with you. I must admit… I only wanted to make your breasts a little bigger. Just a bit. I thought maybe you’d enjoy the feeling of seeing your breasts blow up too.”
It seemed to strike a chord in Laura. She looked down and touched her breasts. He always thought they had a nice size. C-cups as opposed to Carol’s B-cups. A small difference, but still, no wonder he had fallen for her. But now Laura too seemed to be considering the idea of having her breasts inflated. Jack himself was willing to settle for only inflating her breasts, like he had claimed. There was no way he could still turn her into a balloon completely and considering that Carol was gone anyway, he might as well leave the country with Laura. Surely, they could even figure out a way to get the air out of him again.
“Come on, Laura. Just one size bigger. Nice D’s. How about it? And now I have nothing holding me back, no wife, no nothing. I’ll leave the country with you.”
Laura kept looking at her breasts. She took off her dress to get a better look at them. She looked great in her black underwear. Her push-up bra made her boobs look like D’s already. She bent down to pick up another balloon, but instead of blowing it up, she walked up to Jack and sat down on his lap and rested against his puffed up stomach. She stuck the balloon between her breasts with its mouth still sticking out. She moved it close to Jack’s mouth and kept it just out of reach. He couldn’t stop staring down at the three “balloons.”
“And you’d blow up my breasts, just a little bigger, not too big, just like a balloon? Just like that?” She moved her breasts and the balloon up even closer. Jack strained, but couldn’t reach it. It was the hottest sex game they had ever played. “You’d like to watch my breasts blow up? Like balloons? Like this?”
Having said that, she made a quick movement grabbing the balloon from her top, sticking it into her mouth and blowing into it with all her might, starting its inflation at a rapid pace. Jack was too startled by this sudden movement to think and followed the balloon with his eyes, finally witnessing Laura blowing air into it. His own body responded to the stimulus as Jack blew up some more. He kept his eyes fixed on the scene a few seconds longer than necessary as he found undeniable pleasure in his inflation. But then, finally, he did look away again.
Laura let the balloon fly away and reached for Jack’s shirt, which she ripped open full of rage. The buttons came off easily, as the shirt had been stretched to its limit already, and as the shirt was spread open, Jack’s new underwear was revealed. He looked down at his new pair of basketball-sized breasts inside the sexy red bra. Laura removed his pants as well so that Jack found himself sitting in women’s underwear looking like a human blimp experiment.
A hardly relevant question popped into his mind. “But how did you know what caused the inflation? You couldn’t have guessed that it is caused by watching someone else exhale.”
“I read the instruction manual, dumbass. The box the underwear came in was lying on your bed. I always was too smart for you, Jack. I saw through your lies. I knew your wife had come home. Oh, of course I wasn’t sure, but then I saw that strange balloon you had turned her into and, more importantly, I caught a glimpse of the red bra and panties on it. I only saw it a second before the balloon, your wife, exploded, but long enough to recognize them when you walked into the room carrying the same underwear.”
Jack noticed that he had started watching her talk again, a reflex difficult to fight back. The noise of his own body squeaking like a balloon brought him back to his senses momentarily and he looked away again. He no longer watched Laura as she continued to explain. Just then, he noticed something interesting, though.
“I had to stop you before you blew me up like you inflated your wife. So I knocked you out, dressed you in the underwear and tied you up. I was expecting the inflation to start by then, but nothing happened. As you said, I couldn’t know what caused the inflation to begin. But I had a quick look around here and found the instructions. As you hadn’t come to by then, I decided on the best way to blow you up. It was only natural that I thought of balloons so quickly. I wanted to taunt you with them – I wanted it to seem like I was blowing you up myself. So I quickly went out to get some. You know, I never cared much for balloons. I can’t blow the damn things up, I’m never able to tie knots into them, I don’t like the way they smell… you know what, I hate balloons. I hate your stupid balloons and I hate you.”
Jack looked up as she said this, witness her exhale and now was sure of what he had noticed just before. He watched her exhale once more as she looked at him her face filled with disgust. Then she turned around, picked up the bag of balloons and took a handful out of the bag and threw them in his face. She took out some more and stuck them between her breasts as she said mockingly: “Look at me, I’ve got balloon-breasts – I’m a woman, I’m just an object, an inflatable sex toy!” She took on the voice of a real bimbo. “I’m a rubber doll. You want to blow up my boobs, Jack? Sure, go ahead. Make me into your balloon-doll!” Angrily, she tossed the balloons back out of her cleavage and onto Jack. “You make me sick!”, she screamed, in her normal voice.
At that moment, Jack moved up his arms that had been tied – the inflation had proved too much for the ropes that bound him to the chair. He was free. He prepared to reach for the bra to unhook it and to rip the panties from his body – he still couldn’t believe he was wearing women’s underwear – but the moment he moved his arms, the air redistributed itself inside his body and his arms now stuck out to the sides. There was no way he would be able to reach back – or forward, for that matter – to remove the underwear.
Desperately seeking an alternate plan, he moved towards Laura, who had been caught off-guard and stood frozen in front of him. His new shape, however, was difficult for him to deal with and helpless as a toy balloon, he stumbled and bounced to the floor in front of Laura.
Laura recovered from the shock and gave him a sharp, violent kick that sent him flying off light as a balloon. It did not prevent him from hitting his head hard against the wall, though. His head was still normal. It was the rest of his body that had ballooned, save parts of his arms and legs. For a moment, he rested with back to the wall, but soon, he rolled forward again, unable to stop himself from falling.
Laura walked over to him and Jack lay on the floor looking up at her as if he was a dog and she was his master. It was time to change his approach to the situation and make the best out of it. He was helpless. He was her toy. There was no use fighting her. He didn’t stand a chance as a balloon boy. She had his number.
“Laura… I’m sorry. I deserved to be turned into a balloon and to tell you the truth, it’s good to be your balloon. Are you going to blow up some more balloons for me to see so that I’ll inflate completely. I don’t know if I’d burst like Carol did. Somehow, I feel like I can take more air than she could. I can be your balloon-toy forever.”
Laura reached for a balloon that was lying nearby. Jack watched her breathe and his inflated some more. “Save it for when she blows up the balloon,” he kept saying to himself silently.
“You like it when I blow up balloons, don’t you?”
Jack nodded eagerly, grinning from ear to ear.
“Nice and big… just like you’re getting, right?”
Nod, nod, nod. Jack’s eyes were open wide and locked on the balloon.
Laura noticed it and moved the balloon back and forth, as if to hypnotize Jack. He followed every movement until finally, she brought the balloon up to her mouth and put it between her sexy, full lips.
Jack moaned.
Laura took the balloon out of her mouth again. “Did I mention I hate the way they taste as well?” She tossed the balloon aside, never to pick it up again. Then she rolled Jack across the room and moved him up to the large mirror, where he got his first good view of his new, inflated body.
“Do you have a good view of yourself,” Laura asked.
“Yes,” Jack said, feeling somewhat turned on by the sight of his ballooned body, yet also anxious of what Laura had planned.
“Okay, then I’m sure you’ll have fun watching yourself breathe. I gotta go. I’m leaving the country, as I’m sure you remember.”
Laura patted him on the head, then turned and walked away.
Jack heard the door slam shut, then looked back at himself. Then away. He was a human balloon. “…and I can get bigger,” a little voice inside him said. No, he couldn’t risk it. He looked up at his mirror image while holding his breath. There he lay, all blown up like the balloons he always loved. He still had some space left. His head hadn’t even become part of his body yet. Gently, he exhaled watching his body swell accordingly.
It was a fun game, actually. His hands were sticking out from his rubbery body and now for the first time, he moved his arms down to feel his new skin. He made himself squeak. He tried to estimate how thick his skin was – how much room he still had left to grow. Rubbing his fingers against his ballooned skin, he judged that it would be getting tight sometime soon. But not right away.
With some difficulty, he managed to put both his hands down flat onto his skin. Then he looked at himself in the mirror and blew. He could feel his own body expanding underneath the palms of his hands. It gave him great excitement. Again, he pressed his hands down, this time with even more difficulty. Chances were, he wasn’t going to be able to experience this too much more often, so he truly concentrated on his inflation this time. He wanted to take in the entire sensation of it. He took a deep breath, as if to tease himself, then blew out a steady stream of air. Again, his skin grew tickling his hands, but soon, they were pulled back. He let his fingers run against his rubbery body, making the rubber squeak one last time before his hands finally became one with the rest of his blimpy midsection.
Jack moaned.
Holding his breath, he studied his new shape in the mirror. His neck was no longer visible and apart from his head, he was a perfect balloon. A balloonboy. If only he could taste a balloon now – he would have loved to watch himself blow one up. Just a little bit. But there was no way he could move. He might manage to tip over, perhaps even in the right direction, but his head alone did not suffice to steer him.
He had reached a point, he realized, where he would have to decide what to do with himself. Turn himself into a balloon completely? For a moment, it seemed appealing. The fulfillment of a dream he had never fully admitted. But there was that element of helplessness. He felt it already. He had been feeling it since the beginning, obviously, and it had increased. Jack rationalized that he was now on the verge of it becoming unbearable. Life as a balloon would bring him no pleasure, or at least not as much pleasure as being a balloonboy – having a head and the body of a balloon. Maybe this state was truly the pinnacle, he decided.
“Alright,” Jack decided, “I’ll let myself inflate just a tiny bit more so that it’s only my face left showing. I’ll stop right at that point. If I go too far, I’d either pop or become a completely helpless toy balloon, unable to ever express myself again. I’d have no way of communicating and erase every chance I still have of perhaps reversing the process. And to make sure that I’m not turned into a helpless balloon, I’ll let myself roll away from the mirror, thereby eliminating the only place I’d ever see someone, myself, exhale.”
It was a perfect plan. He decided to enjoy his final step of inflation as best he could without breaking concentration. It was crucial to stop at exactly the right time. He exhaled ever so slowly feeling inch by inch of his head being merged with his ballooned body. The back of his head was being sucked into himself. His chin was disappearing. His hair vanished and so did his forehead.
Stop!
Jack looked away from the mirror. Forever.
Jack could only be identified as himself on a tiny space of his ballooned body. Only a small portion of him still stood out from his otherwise perfectly round shape. His eyes, his nose and his lips.
Then he began to will himself to roll to the side, out of sight of the mirror. Slowly, he began to tip. His face soon facing the door instead.
“Just a bit more…,” Jack thought to himself.
Suddenly, he heard a key turn in the lock. Laura was back. “Forgot my purse,” she said apologetically. “Oh, you’re still a balloon. That’s too bad. Well, gotta run.” The last thing Jack saw was Laura blowing him a kiss.