Various adventures involving a potion that makes people inflate.
John's gotten his hands on an air potion, and decides to find out what it does.
John, Ariel and I had been hanging out since high school. Even now, three years later, we still got together at least once a week to hang out. We were hanging out at Ariel's apartment; God only knew how she could afford it, but she managed somehow. I was sitting on the couch, John next to me on the recliner; and Ariel across from me on an ottoman she pulled up. God Ariel was a knockout. Shoulder length brown hair, high cheekbones, and an exaggerated hourglass that made men drool. I can't believe she hung out with two losers like John and I. I'd tried to date her a few times throughout our friendship, hinting that I wanted something more; sometimes making outright advances. She always managed to nonchalantly blow me off, and somehow we remained friends throughout it all.
We sat and talked about the usual stuff, then watched an old horror movie. Just about the time we normally would've called it a night, John said he had something to show us.
"Check this out." He said, reaching into his back pocket.
"Ooh, you've got something for us John?" Ariel asked, leaning forward. I had to admit I was intrigued.
"Yeah, check it out." John said, pulling a small flask out of his pocket. "I was wandering around downtown last week when I saw this strange little Chinese 'mystic' shop wedged between two buildings." He said. "I decided to check it out-"
"Hoping to buy a Gremlin?" I interrupted.
John laughed a little, "Yeah, something like that." He said. "But I found this instead." He held the flask out in front of him, showing it to us. It had no real markings on it, it was made of green glass and filled almost to the top with a clear liquid. "The guy said it was an 'air potion'. I don't really know what the hell it does, but he warned me to only take one sip at a time."
Ariel's brow furrowed, "Wait a sec," she said, "so you just bought something that you don't really know what it does?" She asked.
John shook his head. "No," he said, "it was weird, he took one look at me and said I should have it, he just gave it to me for free." He finished with a shrug.
"That's weird." I said.
"Yeah." Ariel agreed.
"Well, any takers?" John asked, holding the flask out.
"Not me man," I said, holding my hands up in refusal. "I'm not drinking something some weird guy just handed out for free."
Ariel nodded in agreement. "Yeah." she said, nodding.
"Babies." John said, shaking his head. He unscrewed the top and held the flask up in a 'cheers' motion. "Well, bottoms up." He said, and took a sip. He screwed the top back on the flask and set it down.
"Well?" Ariel asked, leaning forward.
"Nothing yet." John said, shrugging. "It's probably bogus anyway- ooooh," he said, leaning back and putting his hands on his stomach. "That's weird," he said.
"What?" Ariel asked eagerly. I leaned forward too, curious.
"I feel so... light," John said. "I feel..." he trailed off, leaning back in the recliner and closing his eyes. And then, something incredible happened. His stomach began to bulge out. "Oooooh..." John moaned euphorically.
"Holy shit." I said reverently.
"Well it was an air potion." Ariel said, neither of us taking our eyes off of John. His stomach rounded out, pulling his shirt up over the waist of his pants. We could see his belt straining, and the buttons of his shirt were also creaking dangerously.
"Guys, this is..." John said, trailing off again, his eyes rolling back in his head.
Then his chest began to swell. I stole a quick glance at Ariel and saw her completely transfixed, her eyes as wide as saucers. John looked as if he'd stuffed a pillow inside his shirt, but we could both see his skin beneath the gaps in the straining buttons. Then it spread to his shoulders, and his biceps bulged out like he was a bodybuilder. His thighs began to swell as well, and as much as I hated to admit it I could see a huge erection in his pants. "Oh my God," he moaned.
"Yeah," Ariel added breathlessly. The lowest button on his shirt popped off, I heard it hit something in the room behind me but I couldn't take my eyes off of John.
"Ooph." He grunted, and then his belt gave way with a deep popping sound. The button on his jeans went with it, and the zipper slid down, revealing his bloated stomach sticking out. He kept swelling and swelling, his limbs puffing up as his torso looked like a stuffed sausage in his shirt.
And then just when I started to get worried, he stopped. We all sat for a second in silence, staring in amazement at the human balloon in front of us. It was John who broke the silence. "You guys have to try this," he said.
"What?" I asked, amazed.
Ariel simply leaned forward. "How do you feel?" she asked.
"Amazing." John replied.
"Look at you." Ariel, said, running a hand down his bloated chest. John moaned at her touch. "You're a blimp," she said. "A big fat blimp."
"I'm a blimp," John repeated. Ariel ran her hand up his chest, under his shirt. The added pressure popped two more buttons off of his shirt. "You guys have to try this," he practically whispered. And then Ariel turned to me.
"Yeah, you should try this." She said.
I shook my head, leaning back on the couch. "I don't think so," I said. "We don't even know if it's reversible," I said.
"Aw, c'mon." she said, grabbing the flask and leaning towards me.
"No way," I said, shaking my head again.
"Do you want me to try it?" Ariel asked, holding it up towards her face, a glint in her eye I didn't entirely like.
"I don't know," I said.
She got up from the ottoman and leaned over me. "Maybe I should," she said, lowering herself over me and unbuttoning her pants.
"What the..." I whispered, my eyes must have been as wide as dinnerplates.
"Just imagine what it'll do to my belly," she said, and pressed her stomach out into mine. It was so soft.
"Or my thighs," she continued, leaning into me and squeezing me with them.
"Or my tits," she said seductively, practially rubbing them in my face. My mouth was so wide she could've fit her head in there like a lion tamer.
"I'll be," she continued, sitting down on my lap.
"So," she pressed herself against me.
"Big," she finished, thrusting forward with her hips. I could only whimper. She looked at me and took a big swig of the potion.
She caressed my cheek and then kissed me. And when she did, she passed the potion into my mouth. "Mmmph!" I said. As she pulled away she clamped her hand down, holding my jaw shut. I just stared at her, and the evil grin on her face. Then she thrust her hips again, and I swallowed the potion she'd put in my mouth.
"Good boy," she whispered in my ear. I was jelly at this point. All the blood had rushed from my brain to parts south. I looked over at John, he just layed there as docile as a party balloon, caressing his stomach the whole time. I looked back at Ariel, who was still grinning; and then I felt it.
It started as a bloated feeling in my stomach, but it was accompanied by waves of euphoria. "Oh," I said. It felt amazing, it drowned out the world around me; and then I felt myself begin to swell. It was the most pleasurable sensation I'd ever felt. Better even than sex. And then I felt my stomach push against Ariel's, and it multiplied exponentially.
"Mmmm," she moaned, rubbing against me a little. I couldn't even form sounds. Then I felt a hollow feeling in my chest, it was amazing; I felt so light. So free. So... euphoric. My chest bulged out, and I felt it press into Ariel's perfect, round breasts. Her nipples were so hard I feared they would pop me. I was in heaven. Nothing had ever felt this good before. Nothing ever would again. Ariel shifted her weight a little, and I came in my pants. It was mind-blowing, drowning out all thought. All sensation except the paradise I was in.
By the time I regained some process of rational thought, I could feel my arms swollen out against my sides. And my thighs were so full and round, the pressure of Ariel's perfect legs and her weight on me was almost unbearable.
"Mmmmm, bigger," she moaned, and began thrusting against me. I felt my body give as she pressed against me, and the air displaced in me as she thrust in; re-circulating as she pulled back.
"Oh God," I moaned. I could feel every inch of her soft form pressed into me as she thrust, her breasts, her oh so soft stomach; her juicy thighs. "Harder," I moaned, and she complied. It was unbearable. I came again, my mind almost shutting down as the orgasm blasted it clean. When I came to again, Ariel was leaning against me, breathing low and heavily.
"That was amazing," she whispered to me.
"Yeah," I whispered back; I couldn't even tell if it was audible. She got up off of me, and I felt myself swell a little bigger without her pressure to limit me.
For a moment she passed out of my mind completely. I was so big, so round, so full. It was a feeling of wholeness, of rightness that I'd never known I was missing until now. I didn't care if it was reversible anymore. To be honest I kind of hoped it wasn't. This was the me I was supposed to be. A big round balloon. I wasn't sure if I could go on as my old, flat, skinny self.
"Ariel," I said, "you have to try this." I finished with a gasp.
"Yeah," John agreed breathlessly from his seat in the recliner.
Ariel looked down at the flask and shrugged. "Maybe someday," she said.
"You don't understand," I said softly, rubbing my swollen gut. Even that was enough to drown me in euphoria.
Ariel shrugged again. "Maybe I should let you guys in on a little secret," she said, buttoning her pants. "I've always liked balloons," she said, giving John's stomach a rub, he moaned at her touch. "I mean, really liked balloons," she continued. She walked over to me again. Every inch of my skin screamed out for her touch.
"And now," she said, leaning down towards me. "I've got two, very big, new balloons to play with." She rubbed a hand up my stomach again, and I moaned. It was like an electric charge from her fingertips. "Now," she said, straightening up, "Who's up for round two?" she asked, lifting the flask.
For a moment, John's warning from the shop owner ran through my mind. "He warned me to only take one sip at a time."
And then I raised my hand, praying that I'd done it faster than John.
Elaine, Jackie, and Chrissy find the cure to their boredom in the air potion the Elaine's acquired.
Jackie, Elaine, and Chrissy had met at their job; hostessing for some restaurant. They had hit it off surprisingly well; better than most co-workers do, and so had started hanging out on weekends and their nights off. Some nights they saw movies, some nights they went out clubbing; but sometimes, like tonight, they just sat around and watched television. But tonight, Elaine had a surprise for the two.
"God, I'm so bored." Chrissy whined. She was the shortest of the three, sitting on the left side of the couch(if you were facing it); with her long blonde hair hanging behind her; dressed in jeans and a floral top.
"I know, this movie sucks; even for Steven Seagul." Jackie said. She was sitting in the center, tall and lanky, with long brown hair and deep brown eyes; dressed in a black skirt and black tanktop. Sitting on the right side of the couch, Elaine had blonde curly hair and full lips; with a voluptuous, tanned body. She was wearing tight jeans, with a blue button-up shirt. She thought for a second and then said: "Well, I've got an idea."
"What?" Chrissy asked.
"Yeah, do tell." Jackie agreed.
"Well," Elaine started, turning towards them. "I was walking around downtown last week, and I found this weird little Chinese mystic shop. Well, I was a little drunk, so I went inside, and like, as soon as I walked in, the owner or whatever walked up to me and looked me up and down and just said I need to have this." She leaned over the couch and dug through her purse to produce a small green glass flask, with no markings anywhere on it.
"What the hell is it?" Jackie asked her.
"He said it's an 'Air Potion'." Elaine replied.
"What does it do?" Chrissy asked.
"I don't know; he didn't say and I haven't tried it yet," Elaine replied.
"Well this sounds like a great idea," Jackie said sarcastically.
"Hey, it's either this or Steven Seagul," Elaine replied, gesturing towards the TV.
"Gimme the bottle." Chrissy said.
"He warned me to only take one sip at a time!" Elaine said as Chrissy hurriedly unscrewed the top. She gave Elaine a wary look and then took a sip. She then passed it to Jackie, who sighed and took a sip. Then she passed it to Elaine, who shrugged and took a sip. Then she put it down on the coffee table in front of them.
"Well, anything yet?" Jackie asked Chrissy.
"No, I don't feel- ooooooh." Chrissy replied.
"What's wr- ooooooooh." said Jackie.
"Girls? What's- oooooh." Elaine said; and the three leaned back, all clutching their stomachs.
"I feel..." Chrissy said dreamily, trailing off.
"Amazing." Elaine finished. And then they began to moan as their stomachs began to swell. First Chrissy's, pushing up the bottom of her floral top and straining at the button of her jeans. Then Jackie's, stretching the waist of her skirt and bulging out above it. Then Elaine's, bulging above and below her belt, and straining at the buttons of her top. Feelings of ecstasy and arousal washed over the girls, drowning their more rational thought processes in a sea of joy.
"This can't be happening." Jackie said breathily.
"When he said Air Potion," Elaine said, pausing to breathe, "I had no idea..." There was a deep pop and then a metallic jingling as her belt burst open, setting her stomach free to start the fight with her buttons.
"Are we getting fat?" Chrissy asked, and then the button on her jeans popped off and bounced off the TV, hitting Steven Seagul in the forehead.
"No stupid." Jackie moaned through gritted teeth. Her skirt was refusing to give, and it was really digging into her stomach, so much so that the pain was starting to overwhelm the ecstasy the potion was giving her. "We're turning into balloons." She said, reaching down and pulling her skirt down around her crotch, allowing her stomach to surge forward over it with a "fwoomp" sound.
Then it spread to their breasts. Chrissy's ample breasts surged forward, stretching out the floral design on her shirt and making the fabric seem transparent. Jackie's modest breasts rounded out and pushed up out of her tanktop. Elaine's already large breasts quickly strained the buttons of her blouse and then began popping them off, sending them around the room.
"I'm sorry girls," she said, "I didn't mean to turn us into blimps." She finished with a moan as the buttons covering her stomach started to pop off as well.
Jackie, ever the quick-witted one, replied: "Hey, if I knew it felt this good I would've bought a tire pump instead of a vibrator." Which caused all of them to giggle, which caused their bloating bodies to shake, which in turn caused new waves of ecstasy to wash over them.
"But I don't want to be a big fat balloon." Chrissy said, with a few moans that belied her statement; as her thighs and waist began to plump up; pressing her crotch against the seam of her jeans. This had more dire consequences for Jackie however, as her swelling thighs were caught inside her lowered skirt, and as her arms began to swell as well she had trouble reaching down to pull it off.
"I'm sorry." Elaine said, not sounding sorry at all as she too began to swell all over. And then their minds were completely drowned in the feelings emanating from their swelling bodies. They settled for moaning softly, and then louder and louder as they rubbed themselves all over. Jackie's thighs eventually blew open her skirt, and Chrissy's split the seams of her jeans. Elaine's upper arms tore her shirt completely off; and the three began to cry out as the feelings brought them to orgasm. And then the size of their growing bodies caused them to press together, and the feeling was unbelievable.
By the time they regained thought, they were panting hard and sitting in a puddle of their own juices; trying not to move too much so they could think straight. At least for a little while.
"What are we gonna do now?" Elaine asked softly.
"I'm so fat." Chrissy said softly to herself. "I'm huge. A big fat cow. A big fat blimp." she was saying.
"I'm so sorry." Elaine said.
"I'm perfect." Chrissy continued, not even hearing her.
"Don't worry about it." Jackie said. "I feel... better like this. Like this is how I'm supposed to be, y'know?" she asked. And Elaine nodded, she actually did. She couldn't imagine being so empty, so heavy, so... small again. Like she was before. She was a balloon now. And she wouldn't have it any other way.
"Thanks." Chrissy said softly. Elaine laughed a little.
"So." Jackie asked, "can either of you reach the bottle?" There was a slight pause and then the rush of motion as the three balloon-girls tried to move resulted in a lot of shouting and nobody wanting to go anywhere.
I sat staring at the small, unlabeled, green glass vial in front of me. I remembered the old man's words from the shop. "Ah, you look like you need to have this. No charge." He had said, and presented me with the vial. When I asked him what it was he said: "Air Potion. Very powerful, only take one sip at time." When I asked him what it did he simply smiled at me. I asked him a few more questions and he wouldn't say anything. When I tried to look around the shop some more, he ushered me out, almost rudely; saying I had all I needed.
The reason I was at that shop in the first place, was for revenge. It's a bit of a long story. See, back in high school I weighed two hundred and fifty lbs. I was a big girl, and I knew it. But it never really bothered me. But this group of girls; they weren't even cheerleaders, or the "popular kids" or anything stereotypical like that; they harassed me unmercifully. It got so bad that I actually had to lose weight just to avoid them. And so now I've gotten down to the svelte one-thirty lbs I'm at now. But the worst part was, I actually rather liked being big. It hit me more after I had lost the weight than when I had it. And it left me so unspeakably angry. So imagine my surprise when in college, I bumped into the leader of their little pack, Lindsay. And more than that, she didn't recognize me! True, when I'd finished high school, I'd still been just under two hundred, and I had long brown hair. Now I was much slimmer, I had cut my hair and bleached it; and I wore a lot more makeup. In high school I'd worn fairly generic clothing, now I wore hip-huggers and tight shirts for the bands I liked. I'd finally come out of my shell, but at the cost of the figure I had loved so much.
But it worked for the best, because with her not recognizing me, I was able to become her friend. It was almost physically painful. Listening to her vapid, brainless talk, her high-pitched voice; doing all the stupid, pointless things she liked to do. I swear to God I actually became a little dumber while hanging out with her. But it was worth it, because now, I had her trust; and all that was left was the vengeance. At first I had planned to just get her fat, or shave her head; or maybe even beat the shit out of her and leave her in an alley someplace. It depended on my mood.
But then I saw that little Chinese shop; and now I had the air potion. I had invited her over for dinner, she would be there any minute. I sat at the table, all the food laid out and still steaming, looking delicious. I couldn't wait until I'd finished with Lindsay; then I could eat food like that all the time, as much as I wanted. Become my real self again. But that would have to wait. I unscrewed the top of the vial and sniffed it, no detectable smell. I thought about the warning to only take one sip at a time, and angled the bottle in such a way that I could only get one, tiny drop out of it. I put it on my lips. Then swallowed. I couldn't detect any taste, but it was such a minuscule amount it was hard to tell. And then it hit me. A wave of ecstasy, coming and going with equal suddenness. It was so unexpected and powerful that I couldn't help but moan. I looked at the air potion, is that what it did? And then I noticed its other effect, I looked down and noticed my stomach pooched out slightly. It was almost imperceptible, but I had poured myself into such a tight skirt that it was easy to tell my stomach now stuck out above it unnaturally.
Oh, this was perfect. I felt a little remorse giving her such wondrous ecstasy, but the idea of blowing that little bitch up like a balloon was better than even I could've imagined. It was so perfect. I mean, I wasn't entirely sure what the stuff would do, I figured maybe it would give her a bad case of gas at the most. But this was even better. I poured half of the vial into her half-filled glass of white wine. The air potion itself was clear, and the white wine wasn't much more opaque, with the mixture it was impossible to tell her glass from my glass of genuine white wine. I took a look at hers, and then put the glass to my lips, I closed my lips tightly and tilted it back until I felt the liquid against them. Then I put the glass back down and licked my lips. Sure enough, the taste was imperceptible. It tasted exactly like white wine. Then I couldn't help but smile in anticipation as the ecstasy hit me. I moaned a little louder this time, and then when it was over I looked down to see a noticeable pooch in my stomach.
By now it was obvious something was wrong with me, so I went and changed into something more concealing as quickly as I could. I had to admit it was hard to keep my eyes and hands off my stomach, it was sensitive to the touch, and it was so nice having a little potbelly again. I couldn't wait until I could get big and fat again. Or better yet, I'd test the air potion on Lindsay; see how much did what, see how much was safe to drink; and then once I knew the boundaries, I could just blow myself up. The thought had me biting my lip.
It was torture waiting for Lindsay to arrive. When she finally did I let her inside. She was all bubbly and dim-witted, blonde pigtails and blue eyes, tanned skin on a waifish figure, wrapped in a pink skirt and a wife-beater. I put up with her idiotic chatter and tried to keep up with her small talk, but in reality I could barely hear anything she said. I was so eager for her to sit down and drink I couldn't even think straight. When she finally had her purse set down and mentioned she was ready to eat, I almost shouted with joy. We sat down, and I was so eager I was practically shaking when she picked up her glass. I picked up mine and toasted her, and after we had both taken a sip, I set my glass down and started laughing.
"What's so funny?" Lindsay asked in her squeaky, grating voice.
"You never did recognize me, did you?" I asked her.
"Recognize you?" Lindsay asked, then her eyes went wide and she moaned. "What the?" She asked breathily as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, her hands going to her stomach. "I feel..." she said, trailing off. I leaned back as well and sipped my wine, taking occasional bites of my delicious meal as I watched her. And then, the good part: she began to inflate.
It started with her stomach, pushing her wife beater up and straining the button on her skirt. "Oh God," she said, opening her eyes and leaning forward to see her swelling paunch. "What did you do to me?" she asked.
"I'm blowing you up, airhead." I told her.
"But why?" She asked, then leaned back moaning again as euphoria overtook her. I sneered a little, I had to admit making her feel so good was not a good strategy for vengeance. The swelling was spreading now. Her entire torso was puffing out like a sausage plumping up. Her practically nonexistent breasts inflated and rounded out, finally giving her cleavage sticking out the top of her wife-beater. She opened her eyes a little and I took the opportunity to speak. I couldn't help feeling a bit like a Bond villain. It was deliciously evil.
"You never did recognize fat little Mona Franklin did you?" I said.
Lindsay's eyes shot open. "What?!" she asked.
"That's right, it's me, Mona." I savored every word, like a fine wine. "I lost a lot of weight, dyed my hair, changed my style."
Her body was stretching her wife beater now, the seams creaking as she fattened out. Her hips began to widen in her chair, even her upper arms were looking plumper. I stood up and slowly walked over to her.
"You tortured me relentlessly in high school. Just because I was big. Well," I said, and put a hand on her bloated stomach. It gave a little at my touch, pressing in like a balloon and causing her face and breasts to swell a little with the displaced air. "Now you're the one who's big."
She leaned back and moaned again, ending it with a slight whimper. "Big." she repeated softly.
"That's right, you bloated bitch." I said. "I can't believe I spent so long hanging out with you and listening to all the stupid things you had to say. Doing all the childish things you liked to do. But now it's all worth it." Her thighs were fattening now, pressing together and widening towards the edge of her chair. The button on her skirt popped open, allowing her swollen belly to surge foward with a 'fwoomp' sound. And then she stopped. I took a second to survey the human balloon sitting in my dining room chair and smiled. She was almost as big as I was at my fattest. "Open your eyes." I told her, "open your eyes and look at how big I've made you." I said. She obeyed and leaned her head forward to look at herself. Her eyes had a dreamy look in them.
"What do you think?" I asked, revelling in my victory.
"Thank you." she said.
My jaw dropped and my eyes widened. "What did you say?" I asked her.
She turned her head to look up at me. "Thank you." she repeated. "I finally feel... right." she said slowly, as if she was trying very carefully to choose her words, but having trouble. "I'm sorry about high school," she continued, "but this feels so good." She closed her eyes and leaned her head back again. She rubbed her hands along her stomach again and whimpered. "I'm a balloon." She said and pressed her hands into her stomach. The sensation caused her to make some quiet sounds deep in her throat, then she opened her eyes and looked up at me again. "Thank you for making me a balloon." she said softly.
The whole time I had been standing there slack-jawed and stunned. Then anger overtook me. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. That bitch. I reached over and grabbed her glass. "So you like being a balloon?" I asked her. She moaned and nodded slightly. "Well then let's see just how big we can make you." I said, "You always called me a blimp in high school, now I think it's time you knew what it was like. Open. Wide." I said. She complied silently, seeming almost eager; which only enraged me further. "I'm going to make you a big, fat blimp. I'm going to make you so fucking big everyone's gonna see big fat Lindsay floating around town." I began to pour the rest of her glass down her throat. "I'm going to make you huge." I told her, and she cried out in ecstasy as her body began to swell even larger.
“Honey, guess what I found!” John exclaimed, rushing into the bedroom where I lay reading. I was only wearing my panties and a tank top, just lounging around reading my book, and I sat up and covered myself as he came bursting through the door. “What are you so excited about?” I asked him, surprised. I relaxed a little as I saw he was alone, but was curious about the small, green glass vial he held in his hand.
“It’s an air potion!” He told me, holding it up proudly. I sighed and rolled my eyes. We had been dating for almost a year and a half, and just over two months ago he’d told me about his fetish. See, it may sound strange to you(well, maybe not to you guys), but he was into “body inflation”. I didn’t get it at first, what was so exciting about someone blowing up like a balloon? But I really loved him, so I played along. We did goofy things like watch Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory while we fooled around, when he asked me to talk dirty I would say things like: “Oh, I’m getting so full, what’s happening to me?” and “Oh, I’m blowing up like a balloon…”. A few times we even got me some baggy clothes and stuffed them with pillows and padding and stuff and I pretended I was all blown up.
Like I said, silly stuff, actually it was kind of fun. I wasn’t really excited about it, but John was, and so I did it anyway. He was always trying to come up with new things to do and games to play, we were even contemplating buying one of those inflatable latex suits off the internet. But it was hard to put up with it all the time, and now he came home with what looked like a bottle of water, rushing in like a kid on Christmas morning when I was trying to relax. It was a little trying sometimes. “How much did you spend on that?” I asked suspiciously.
He was practically jumping up and down in place, I had to admit it was kind of cute. “That’s the great thing.” He told me, “it was free!” Now I was really suspicious. I put down my book and sat up, folding my arms around my knees. “How did you manage that?” I asked him. He held the bottle out in front of him, it was unmarked; a simple green glass vial filled with clear liquid. I was sure he had gotten ripped off somehow.
“Well, I walked into this place, just goofing around, this like mystic shop or something. And this old Chinese guy gave it to me and told me I should have it. No charge!” I raised my eyebrow and he stammered a little. “That was it, he told me to leave after that… he, he warned me to only take one sip at a time?” He looked reproachful now, God, he was like a little puppy. I couldn’t stay mad. I grinned broadly and reached out for it. “I suppose you want me to try it now?” I asked. His big, childish grin washed back over his face and he nodded eagerly.
I grabbed the bottle and inspected it more closely, finding nothing new. “You really think this is gonna blow me up?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow at him. He shrugged, “it’s worth a try.” He said, obviously getting impatient. “You’re hoping it’ll make me a big, fat, ripe, balloon-girl?” I asked, getting into it a little. He looked about ready to pop himself. Alright, maybe I wasn’t into it yet, but teasing him with it was fun, and I had to admit, there was a certain appeal…
I unscrewed the cap and put it to my lips, shooting one more teasing glance at John. He could barely contain himself. Smiling to myself, I took a sip. I set the vial down, and started thinking of something I could say or do to make it look like I was really blowing up. But, to my great surprise, I found I didn’t have to.
A wave of euphoria washed over me, so great I swooned a little. And then I felt it, a pressure in my stomach. “Oh God.” I moaned, John’s eyes shot wide open and he leaned forward. I put a hand to my stomach, and felt it actually expanding! John had been right for a change! But aside from that, I was amazed at how good it felt. My stomach bloated outwards, stretching the elastic waistband of my panties. I felt it spread up into my chest, a hollow, slightly forceful feeling that sent waves of euphoria through my chest and the rest of me. I moaned again, pressing my left hand to my breasts, which were also swelling.
“I- I’m blowing up!” I stammered, not wanting to lessen things for John now that he was finally getting what he wanted. I leaned backwards, letting some pressure off of my swelling belly. My tits pushed outwards, straining my small tank top, my nipples as hard as diamonds. “I’m actually becoming a balloon!” I said. My eyes were closed the whole time, it was all I could do to focus enough to form the words, but I knew John had to be going crazy. Sure enough, I felt his hand rub my bloating stomach. It sent waves of pleasure like electricity coursing through my body. “You are.” He said, in awe. “You’re becoming a blimp.” He said reverently.
I smiled to myself as I felt my ass start to swell. My panties pulled into a wedgie, sending a little thrill up my spine. I felt it lift me off of the bed, and my thighs rubbed together as they too started to swell. “I’m becoming a blimp.” I repeated, this time for myself more than John. I could hardly believe it, but moreso I couldn’t believe how good it felt! My torso was completely bloated now, rounding out like a sausage, my balloon-breasts sticking off of the front, and the sphere of my gut taking up the bottom.
I felt the air flow through my shoulders and into my biceps, and my arms raised from my sides as they too began to bloat. “How big am I gonna get?” I asked, almost rhetorically. “Huge.” John whispered. I had no idea if he knew what he was talking about, but I actually hoped he was right. I kept swelling and swelling, inflating like a balloon.
When the swelling finally stopped, the euphoria continued to wash over me like waves, and I finally opened my eyes to see how huge I had become. Honestly I was smaller than I thought, but I was still huge. Bigger than humanly possible, at least without sagging. I really was a balloon now! And it felt so damn good! “I’m a balloon.” I told John. “Yes.” He whispered back, rubbing his hands up and down my bloated form, running them up my stomach, sending waves of euphoria rushing through me. I moaned a little and closed my eyes again.
His hands cupped and squeezed my breasts, his thumbs rubbed over my nipples. I cried out a little, biting my lower lip. Jesus Christ this was amazing! “How does it feel?” John asked. “Unbelievable.” I moaned. “If I knew it felt this good,” I told him, “I would’ve let you blow me up a long time ago.” At that John lost it. He stood up and undid his pants, and I felt him trying to pull my panties down over my bloated thighs. I found that I couldn’t wait, urging him to hurry with my mind. “Fuck me.” I told him, and I felt him fumble to go faster. “Fuck your balloon.” I moaned, and with that he tore my panties to shreds, and pushed my bloated legs apart. And I found that the only thing better than being inflated, was being fucked while inflated.