Evening with Holly, An

Holly's pneumatic Adventures.


An Evening with Holly

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Uncorking a bottle of wine isn't really that hard. But despite my usual bravado, I was bit nervous. And nervousness gives the faintest air of uncertainty to even the simplest of tasks. One way or another the chianti would wind up opened, so it shouldn't have cause me any anxiety. I should have been concerned about the glasses, and I was, but I was also concerned about everything else because of them. I shook my head as I chuckled to myself. Knowing the perils of the human condition did almost nothing to alleviate them. I finally freed the cork.

It was a relief when the doorbell rang about half an hour later. A good chianti needs to breathe. The problem with being well prepared was that it left me plenty of time to sit and do nothing but be just a little bit anxious about nothing, really. If I'd been running late, I would have had something to focus on right up until Holly's arrival. I opened the door.

"Hello, Holly," I smiled. "Right on time."

"Of course," she chirped cheerily as she entered. "I finally get to meet you face to face."

"Feels like I've already met you, though." As I took her coat I looked her over. She was dressed casually. She wore a white cotton top, unbuttoned enough to show just a bit of cleavage, over simple navy blue stretch pants. Her long black braids fell about her shoulders and spilled down her back. I had told her, only half joking, that she should wear something she didn't mind losing this evening. While her attire was fairly plain it gave just enough emphasis to her delicious curves, her shirt clinging just enough to show off her ample bosom, her pants fitting snugly but not tight around her hips. I dragged my mind back before it wandered too far afield.

"Like what you see?" she asked, a mischievous glint in her eye. Apparently I'd already wandered far enough for her to notice.

"Yes," I said flatly. "Care for a drink?"

"I'd love one."

Did she really believe? I wondered. She wanted to, I knew that for sure. But when I told her what I'd planned to do to her if we ever met, she was a bit incredulous. Making a game out of it seemed to lighten things up. I'd made a wager with her. If I won, I had her to myself to do as I pleased for the evening. If she won, she had me. And I could tell by the way she was looking at me that neither one of us could wind up being a loser tonight.

I guided her into the living room. "Have a seat." The wine and glasses were waiting on the table. I poured for both of us and handed her a glass. "A toast?"

She cocked an eyebrow at me. "Do you really think it'll be this easy? There's something in the wine, isn't there?"

I shook my head. "Of course not. You saw me pour it, whatever's in your glass is in mine too. See?" I took a gulp of the wine. It was good enough that it really shouldn't be gulped, but I was trying to make a point. "Do you want to wait and see if anything happens to me?"

"Maybe you thought ahead and took the antidote, hmm?"

I sighed. "Holly dear, I promise you I didn't put anything in the wine."

She pursed her lips, pondering my face. She relented. "Ok. But remember, you don't have much time."

"I know." I had until midnight to get her, and she'd been quite shocked when I told her to be at my apartment at eleven o' clock. I raised my glass. "Here's to a magical evening."

"Clever." The glasses chimed softly as we touched them together, and we drank.

I settled back into the couch. "So," I said, "tell me about your trip."

"Cocky, aren't we? You've got less than an hour."

"More time than I'll need," I smirked. "How was your flight?"

She rolled her eyes. "Long, bumpy and boring. I distracted myself by thinking about what you might have planned." She smiled again. "So what do you have planned?"

"All in good time, honey." I refilled our glasses. We talked more, Holly telling me about her excruciating flight, myself rambling on far too much about the toils of my job. We laughed and shared and drank, the wine starting to settle in on our already restless minds. The conversation ran far afield and though the couch had plenty of room for the both of us we found ourselves sitting closer together. Though there was no one else there to hear our words, we'd lean in close and lower our voices to share our naughtier exploits.

Midnight was only a few minutes away when I opened the third bottle. I saw the color of intoxication rising in Holly's cheeks, and she suppressed a hiccup as I refilled her glass. "You're almost out of time," she whispered, glancing at the clock. She held her own well against the wine, but the slightest of slurs was creeping into her words.

"Funny, I was just thinking the same about you," I said, topping off my own glass.

"So I was thinking," she said as she slid in towards me, her leg gently pressing against mine, "that if you had any tricks to pull, you'd probably pull them now, since you only have a few minutes and I might be drunk enough for you to get something past me."

I brought my face close to hers. "You know that won't stop me from trying"

She set her hand on my knee, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I know. I'll just have to find a way to make you forget about your plan."

"So what are you going to do with me if I do forget, and you win?"

"I'll think of something."

I barely had to move to bring my lips to hers. Slowly, gently, we kissed. I pulled her body to mine, relishing every touch, every scent. I nuzzled up against her silky neck and breathed into her ear, "There's something I need to tell you."

"What darling?" she sighed.

"Ssssssssssss..." I softly hissed into her ear. Smiling, I released her.

Holly looked quizzically into my smug expression. The wine had dulled her just a little bit, but after a few seconds she heard that the hissing hadn't died out. Her face went blank, her jaw dropping. It was soft, barely audible, but it was still there. Realizing I was silent, she looked around for the source. The sound faded, but I knew the instant I saw the flash of shock in her eyes that she felt it, the slow pressure building in her chest.

"Wha--how?" Her hands flew up to grab her own breasts, confirming what she already knew was true but was still beyond belief. Her breasts were swelling.

"With a minute to spare even," I murmured. "Tsk tsk, I guess you shouldn't have had all that wine."

"But you--" Words failed her as she turned her attention back to her inflating bust.

"Yes, I had the wine too. I said there wasn't anything in it, and there wasn't. It's a trick I saw in a movie." She stared back at me expectantly. "The wine's just fine. The glass, on the other hand, is quite special."

"What are you going to do to me?"

I smiled, letting her question hang in the air for a moment. I could almost hear her heart racing. "A deal's a deal, sweetie. I'll do whatever I want. And right now, I just want to watch." And I did.

Her breasts filled, lifting and rounding as they strained against her top. With each heaving breath they rose, then fell, but not quite down to where they'd been a moment before. More and more of her midriff came into view as her burgeoning bosom lifted her shirt. Gaps appeared between her buttons, offering tantalizing peeks at her deliciously swelling flesh. Her breasts approached the size of volleyballs, and she pressed her hands down into them. I don't know if she was trying to squeeze the air out of herself, or if she was just checking to see if this was really happening. She gasped as her fingers sank into her pillowy front. Eyes wide as saucers, she looked to me for help.

"How do you stop this?"

"I can't," I replied shrugging.

Her voice rose almost to a squeak. "What you mean you ca-- aaaaaahhhhh!" She arched her back as the pressure inside her redoubled, causing her chest to surge forward. She tried to cover herself, but she could no longer reach around her expansive bust.. And though she'd lost sight of her lower body, I'm sure she could feel her legs and buttocks starting to plump up as surely as I could see it. Her hips stretched wider, as though they were envious of her torso and didn't want to miss out on the fun. The swelling crept steadily down the length of her shapely legs, their entire length bloating with gas all the way down to her ankles. "No -- too -- much..." she gasped.

"Don't worry, that's just your clothes getting tight. The spell makes them a bit more stretchy, but there's only so much they can take." I was beaming at my handiwork.

"Make it stop...I'll burst," she begged.

By now her shirt had crept up quite a bit, exposing the bottoms of her breasts. I reached over and gently squeezed one of her fleshy mounds. "You've still got plenty of stretch left in you. I don't know about those pants, though." I looked down at her legs, which were being pushed apart by her growing thighs. "Besides, my dear Holly," I murmured as I slipped an arm around her slender waist, "do you really think I'd I have you come halfway around the world just to pop you in my living room?"

"Unnnhhh..." Was the only response I got. She was still inflating, the gaps between her buttons were wide enough to stick a hand through, and all over her clothes were stretched thin enough that the tone of her skin was starting to show through.

"Shhh..." I whispered into her ear. "Stay calm. It's all right." I stood up from the couch. There wouldn't be enough room for two much longer anyway. Leaning over her expanding bulk I pressed a soft kiss to her trembling lips. Her face stiffened at my touch, then softened as her mouth melted into mine. "Don't worry. Those clothes feel tight now, but they won't be a problem for much longer."

As though they heard my words, the buttons on her blouse began to give. One by one, they snapped off, flying across the room, bouncing off the far wall. With each popped, Holly gasped, more and more of her bosom heaving out into the open air. The last button gave way, leaving her top in tatters. The color rose in her cheeks as she stared breathlessly at me. We gazed into each others eyes, silent. The only sounds that met our ears was the soft hissing of the gas rising within her, now causing her belly to swell and the slow ripping of the seams in her pants.

My grin grew wider as her arms began to straighten of their own accord. They were filling now, and as much as Holly tried she could no longer bend them. With a loud rending of cloth, her pants split up the sides, falling into a ruined pile about her fattening legs. Her entire body was swelling faster now, the huge balloon of her belly dominating her figure. "How big will I get?" she gasped. Surely she could feel she was inflating faster.

"Bigger." Her arms and legs stuck out stiffly from her body. She was all bulges and swells now, plump, stubby limbs protruding from a steadily expanding globe that was gradually absorbing them. Her breasts, large taut orbs a short while ago, were being stretched out into hemispheres across her widening chest.

"How much bigger?" she sked, the faintest hint of a hopeful smile sneaking onto her face.

"Much." I ran my hand across the tightening skin of her belly. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, moaning softly. I carefully rolled her off of the couch into the middle of the room. And still, she swelled.

I saw her lick her lips as she took in the sensations of it all. What must it be like, feeling your body pushed out from within, filling with pressure, stretching, straining to be bigger? I suppose I should try it myself sometime, but then I'd miss most of the view.

At it's peak, the curve of her body rose higher than my head, and was still rising. The last of her arms disappeared into her torso, leaving just a pair of dainty looking hands protruding. Her body looked like a huge-flesh-toned balloon. I pressed my fingers into her, and they sank in only a few inches before the pressure inside her matched my efforts.

"I feel -- so -- full," she moaned.

"That's because you are," I smirked. "You'll know when it's done."

"How?" Then her eyes snapped open wide. Her cheeks were puffing up.

"Your timing is impeccable." Her hands began to fill as well, slender fingers plumping up like overstuffed sausages. Her face grew rounder, even her lips taking in air and swelling to a luscious fullness. Her palms bulged out, each hand becoming grapefruit-sized ball with five little nubs poking out. All across her entire body, the pressure was mounting. Holly's skin was pulled out shiny and strained, and she found herself squinting over her swollen cheeks.

The fear showed only her eyes, as the rest of her was completely immobile. We both heard it, the soft groaning of overtaxed rubber emanating from her. The sound grew louder, her entire body quiver as she tried to struggle to somehow fight it. She stared intently at me, her breath coming in ragged, terrified gasps. "Make it stop, I'm gonna explode!" she squeaked.

"Sssh." I touched my finger to invitingly plump lips. She was quiet. "Listen." The hissing had stopped. She heaved a sigh of relief. "To think, you didn't believe in magic."

"Okay, okay, I'm a believer now," she said, her words slightly impeded by her inflated lips. "So now what you going to do with me?"

I pressed my body up against hers, reaching my arms about as best I was able, rubbing my entire self against her. I murmured into her ear, "Whatever I want."

Author's Note: 

This story was a special request for a particular lady who holds the special distinction of being the only inflationist I've ever met in person. This story and its sequel were written as gifts to her, thus the first person perspective.

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An Evening with Holly II

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Our intrepid author meets up with Holly for a second time, and they play more inflationary games.

Sitting at the bar had advantages and disadvantages. I had easy access to booze, but with my back to the door I couldn't keep track of who was coming and going at the club. Thursday nights brought in good traffic, but not as much as the weekends. It was all for the best, I told myself as I finished my drink. I didn't really want to be the creepy guy who was sitting around checking out every woman who walked in. Bubbles was crowded enough that I wouldn't stand out. Besides, I was a regular. Chuck knew me, and he could be my eyes.

Right on cue, Chuck was coming with my refill. Two of them, in fact. "Getting ahead of ourselves, aren't we?" I chuckled.

"No sir, just keepin' my eye on the ball," Chuck replied, smirking as he put the two whiskey shots in front of me.

"And where's the ball now?"

"She just sat down in a booth behind you and to your left. Long black hair and a gold dress. She's the one you're waitin' for, right?"

I shot a quick glance over my left shoulder and laughed. It was Holly. "How'd you know?"

Chuck winked. "Bartender's secret. I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you."

"Thanks, Chuck."

"Go get 'er, sir."

She was looking at the drink menu as I approached. She'd changed a lot in the year since we last met. Her hair was no longer in braids, flowing freely about her shoulders. And the slinky, shimmering gold dress she wore made it clear that she'd slimmed down as well.

"So we meet again, Miss Holly," I said as I approached.

Her face broke into a broad grin as she looked up. "Hi there. You meet me at a place called 'Bubbles?' Isn't that a bit cliche, even for you?"

"Laugh if you want, but I think it's appropriate considering what happened last time you came out to visit." I sat down next to her and set the drinks down. "You've lost weight."

"Yeah," she said, glancing down at herself briefly. "I was dancing lot for a while. It's good for taking the pounds off."

"I dunno, I think I like you with a little more...bulk." I smiled as she picked up her drink.

"Is this going to fix that?"


"Good." She reached for the drink, but I grabbed her hand.

"Once you drink that, there's no turning back. You'll be along for the ride, and even I won't be able to do anything to stop it." I released her. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." She threw her drink back, finishing it in a single gulp. That was a lot of what made these games so much fun. She was so willing, at least at first. I was a bit surprised that she was still so game to trust my concoctions. It's one thing to fantasize about becoming a living balloon, it's another thing entirely to actually do it. "So how's it going to work tonight? You whisper some sweet nothing in my ear, and then..." she let her words trail off.

"Actually, it's different this time. Alcohol's what triggers the effect," I replied as I glanced at Chuck. He'd already filled two more glasses and given them to a waitress. I hadn't finished mine yet when she arrived and set the glasses down.

"Really?" Holly finished one of the drinks in a single gulp. "Then I guess I'll have another. You'll have to catch up!" I could only stare dumbstruck as she set down her empty and took the other shot of whiskey. She licked her lips. "So when does the fun actually start?"

"Um," I stammered, "pretty soon at the rate you're drinking."

"Why don't you stay here and finish yours then, love? I'm going to go dance."

Before I could say a word I found myself staring at her gold-clad bottom as she strutted her way to the dance floor. As she started gyrating she quickly attracted the attention of several men in the club. It was fascinating to watch. Holly was flirtatious by nature; add a lithe dancer's body and a provocative dress to the equation and she was downright dangerous.

The sharks were circling, so I quickly finished my drink and went out to join her before on of them decided to move in on the bait. I pulled her in close, noticing the color rising in her cheeks. I don't know whether it was from the bourbon in her or the spell starting to take hold.

"I think it's starting," she breathed into my ear. "It's familiar, I'm feeling a little -- full."

I looked down at her, and sure enough her already impressive cleavage was growing more so. I could feel her bosom swelling against me as we danced. As my hands slid down to her hips, I could feel them expanding as well. "Excellent." We were only halfway through the first song, and already she was sporting an unnaturally pronounced hourglass figure.

We kept dancing, and she kept getting bigger. "You planned for this," I murmured to her as I saw the cloth of her dress stretching to accommodate her burgeoning curves.

"Of course," she grinned. "How long til somebody notices, you think?"

"I think somebody already has." I glanced over at the bar, and several men were staring at us. Well, they were staring at her, at least.

"Good," Holly said smugly. "Let them watch." She turned around and began grinding her delightfully plump backside into me. She was heavenly. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her in closer. I could easily see over her shoulder and down her neckline. Her breasts had plumped up to the point where those watching probably would have assumed she was smuggling balloons were it not for the copious flesh visible bulging out of the front of her dress. We kept dancing, and I lost myself in the music and the Holly's hypnotic touch. Her expansion tapered as the influence of the alcohol ran its course.

I felt her gasp as the DJ changed gears and the whole building was filled with the guttural thumps of a driving dance beat. "We have to get closer!" She shouted. She grabbed my hand and dragged through the sea of pulsing bodies towards the DJ's station. I quickly found myself standing in the shadow the towering speakers.

Holly stepped away from me, an ecstatic grin on her face as she ran her fingers through her hair and lost herself in the music. I got a good look at just how huge she was. Her thoroughly inflated bust was threatening to burst out of her dress, the cloth pulled tightly across her front. Her swollen nipples stood out like beacons against the fabric. Her hips and ass had inflated to similar proportions, the swelling having already spread down her thighs. As she swung from side to side it looked as though she might take out some of the innocent bystanders with her massive form. The spell had clearly moved to its next phase; her normally flat tummy was filling out, forming a bulge that was easy to overlook beneath the her enormous globes. "Can you feel that?" she screamed, trying to make me hear her over the music.

"Feel what?" I shouted back.

Holly pressed her pillowy front again me. "That."

Suddenly in became glowingly clear. Holly was filling with gas, inflating like a balloon. And every time a low note was struck, her whole body vibrated like the skin of a drum. With the entire length of her body squeezed into mine, her mammoth breasts almost engulfing me, I could feel her body quiver with every pulse of the bass. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. I was stunned; if it felt like this to be touching her, I could only imagine how it felt to be her right now. I gazed deeply into her eyes, drinking in her elation. Yes, being her was probably spectacular, but being with her was almost more than I could handle.

The room was noticeably warmer as the song wound down and the DJ effortlessly spun into a slightly mellower tune. "We should go," I said. "Now."

I could see by her smirk that she knew exactly what I had in mind. "Let's go." We made our way through the crowd; she was far too big to maneuver through the people now, so she stayed in close behind me as I led the way off of the dance floor. Holly was attracting a lot of attention, and I caught bits of conversation as I approached the bar to settle up with Chuck.

"Holy shit, who is that?

"Oh my God, would you just look at her!"

"Those have got to be implants."

"But she's so huge all over!"

"Man, I've never seen tits that big."

But the looks really said it all. Some were jealous of her for having such an incredibly pneumatic body, some were jealous of me for being with her. Some were astonished that such a person could even exist, and some were even appalled at the spectacle. Regardless of how they felt about Holly and her new shape, everyone noticed.

"Headin' out already, sir?" Chuck was, as always, right on the ball. He had my tab ready.

"You know I'll be back," I said as laid some bills on the bar.

"Another round? One more for the road, on the house." Chuck winked as he set two glasses in front of me.

"Thanks," I said, handing a glass to Holly. "Bottoms up."

"All in good time," she quipped as we quickly downed our drinks.

I whispered in her ear, "You know what that's going to do, don't you?"

"Guess that means we'd better get to your place fast."

Hailing a taxi in this town was a difficult task on a good night, but having a ridiculously busty woman jumping up and down waving her hands made it very easy. I opened the door for Holly and climbed in behind her, absently calling out my address to the driver.

I'd filled up my hip flask earlier in the evening to use on the ride home, but I didn't even reach for it; the restraint we'd shown inside the club evaporated as soon as the cab started to move. I'm not sure who was on whom first, but I vividly remember her mouth against mine. My hands were all over her, for the first time this night exploring her vast curves, reveling in her astonishing size. I was overwhelmed by the scent of her hair, the touch of her lips, the softness of her bosom as it nearly smothered me. And I nearly lost control when the last shot of bourbon kicked in and I felt her whole body growing within my embrace.

We pulled up on front of my apartment. I'm pretty sure the cabbie noticed that a whole lot more woman got out of his cab than had first gotten in, but he didn't comment. We shared a knowing look as he pulled away from the curb.

"Whoever made that dress deserves a Nobel Prize," I remarked as Holly carefully made her way up the stairs. It had been designed for someone fairly petite, and right now Holly was anything but. It was practically painted onto her impossible voluptuousness and was clearly straining at every seam, but it held together. But by the looks of things, a deep breath could change that.

"Thank God, we made it," she sighed when we finally plopped ourselves down on my sofa. "I can barely breathe in this thing."

"Then maybe we should get you out of it," I suggested.

"A marvelous idea." We kissed again, but I paused as I was reaching around to unzip her.

"You know, there are two ways to get you out of this dress," I said, a devilish grin forming. "The easy way..." I playfully flicked at the zipped that extended down the back of her overtaxed dress, "and the fun way..." I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my flask. I wasn't sure how she'd react. She still wasn't quite done inflating from her last drink.

"Oooh," she purred. "You know I'm always up for fun."

Holly closed her eyes tilted her head back, and held the flask to her lips. I slowly poured the liquor into her mouth, and she drank it eagerly. My heart quickened; I could clearly hear rising hiss of gas bubbling up within her. I heard the faint groan of of her dress stretching as she filled out even more; even her slender arms were beginning to take on gas. Realizing she could no longer move, Holly opened her eyes and stared at me earnestly. She wanted me to stop.

I didn't.

Her eyes grew wide as I completely upended the flask. "Mmmmph!" She had no choice. She had to keep drinking. A few stray drops spilled, but soon the flask was empty.

I could see she was at least pretending to be annoyed with me. "I think that might have been a bit too much," she gasped, the whisper of voice barely above the increasing hiss of the gas inflating her. She could barely breathe, her body was so tightly squeezed into her dress. "Look what you've done!"

"Oh, I'm looking." She was growing rounder with each passing moment. Her dress was riding up her now enormous thighs, and stretched like rubber over the expanding globe of her distended belly. Her breasts were trying to keep pace, but the binding of the cloth forced the to bulge together and upward, pushing at her chin. Her limbs were completely immobile, forced to stick out straight as they were slowly overtaken by her inflating body.

"I -- I don't know how much more of this I can take," she squeaked as she cheeks puffed up. The swells of her body, once soft and pillowy, were now fighting against their confines. Her exposed skin was growing shiny with the tension that was building inside her.

I was amazed that her dress had held out this long. Holly was almost completely spherical now, and mostly covered in shimmering gold. I laughed softly; she looked like the world's biggest Christmas ornament. And just as I was contemplating what a wonderful gift she'd make, the dress started its surrender.

It looked like her bust might strike the killing blow against her garment, but the stitches at her sides gave out first. A soft snap as a tiny rip formed where her waist once was. Swollen ivory flesh bulged out of the opening, and it was all over in seconds. There was a short staccato burst of pops, and with each concession the incredible pressure that was building up inside Holly's body took the opportunity to relieve the strain. A quick crescendo of spreading rips climaxed with a loud bang as shreds of gold were sprayed all around the room.

Her entire body surged outward, knocking me off of the couch. Apparently Holly's clothes were the only thing that was keeping her inflation contained, and she was now free to occupy a large portion of my living room. I picked myself up, admiring my work. Holly had fallen out of her seat and rolled along the floor a bit. I had to walk around her to reach her head, and I must admit I was a little surprised at the look of calm bliss on her plump face.

"You ok?" I asked.

"Yeah, I think I'll be fine," she murmured. "It's not so scary the second time. So now what?"

I ran one hand across her drum-tight skin, while the other fiddled with my belt. "I don't know," I replied. "I'm sure I can think of something..."

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