As Dawsie leapt into a pair of sweatpants, I wondered into the living room. It was a mess. The aftermath of Dawsie’s brief inflation had left most of the furniture turned on its side, pictures hung crooked on the wall, books had fallen from their shelves and the contents of the living room cabinets were emptied onto the floor. The latter, I’m guessing, was the result of Dawsie’s frantic search for the antidote. The small vile that once contained the antidote lied sideways on the floor. Empty.
“Larissa said to bring stretch-pants and what else?” Dawsie yelled from the other room.
I couldn’t remember, “Ummm, that’s it. Just the stretchy pants.”
Dawsie scurried into the living room. In her fitted blue sweat pants and a white tank top (no bra of course) she looked ready for bed. There was a gym bag over one shoulder with some clothes hanging out of it. Dawsie was twirling a plaid skirt on her finger.
“Well, I’ve got a pair of biking shorts and this old skirt. Danielle and Larissa will have to fight over who gets what… Actually, I want the skirt.” And without hesitation and without any acknowledgment of my presence, she pulled her pants down to her ankles.
“Pink.” I said, referring to the color of her panties. “You don’t strike me as a ‘pink’ girl.”
Dawsie’s head snapped in my direction, dark locks of hair streaked across her milky face.
“Well, you don’t know the first fucking thing about me, do you James?” With a flick of her leg she flung the sweat pants at me. They landed, draped over my shoulder. Her shimmering brown eyes glared at me, then a grin ripped across her face. “You should see your face- and stop starring. It’s not like you haven’t seen this before.”
“Well, I haven’t seen you like this. Not so…”
“Deflated.” She said frankly as she tugged the elastic band of the skirt up to her waist.
“Well, yeah.”
She stepped in towards me. She had an innocent look on her face, but her eyes were measuring me up. Dawsie’s petite frame hovered close. I could feel her nipples on my belly. “Listen to me James. Nothing happened between us, right? I mean, if I hear anything about this from you or anyone else, well, a few drops of my concoction might end up in your beer helmet. We clear?” She lifted herself up on her toes; her little breasts tracing two vertical lines up my stomach. Her hands were on my hips. “Are we clear?” she repeated gently.
“About that, Dawsie. You said maybe I could try it out. You said it felt good, right? Well, I helped you, so maybe…”
“Oh, Jesus Christ!” She grabbed the sweatpants from over my shoulder and stuffed them into her gym bag. “James, have you ever fucked a girl, then told her you like her so that she would shut up long enough to give you time to put on your pants? It’s a lot like that, only this time you’re the bitch.” She said it with a smile. It didn’t register as an insult, so I smiled back. Dawsie turned and marched out the front door.
I stood there frozen like an idiot. Fuck that girl’s sexy.
I heard my truck start. I heard my truck pulling away. I patted my pockets. ‘My keys. That little bitch stole my keys.’ I ran outside in time to see my truck pulling away, my truck disappearing around the corner.
I ran after her. There I was, running through the night, towards the college campus, towards Dawsie, towards the ballooned-up Larissa and Danielle. The roles had reversed completely. I laughed as I ran.
The agricultural sciences wing was the furthest point of the furthest building from campus. By the time I got there, it was pushing 12:45am. The main door was locked. Dawsie must have dead-bolted it behind her. I walked around, the perimeter of the building, following the sound of muffled, female voices. I stopped just before a first floor lab, the only illuminated room in the entire building. I stood, pressed against the wall and listened:
Dawsie’s voice: “We can put her in the back of the truck. Larissa, are you listening to me?”
Larissa’s voice: “I’m listening, I’m listening.”
Dawsie’s voice: “We can roll her. She’ll fit through the double doors of the building’s back entrance. The truck’s parked on the other side of the courtyard.”
Danielle’s voice: “Do it now. I need to cum so bad.”
Dawsie’s voice: “We can’t babe. Look how long it’s taking Larissa to deflate. You took twice the potency. It’ll take twice as long. The motion sensors engage at 1am. Do you want the cops to find you like this?”
Danielle’s voice: “All I want is to get this shit out of me. It feels…”
Larissa’s voice: “…Awesome?”
Dawsie and Danielle: “SHUT UP!”
Dawsie: “We need you round so we can roll you.”
Larissa: “Look how big my boobs are. Why can’t they stay like this?”
Dawsie: “Ignore her, Danielle. We’re going to get you into the truck, now. When we get home, I’ll take good care of you, okay?”
My boner nearly split my pants. I needed to get a look at these girls.
As is often the case in classrooms, one wall of the room was nearly entirely glass. Crouching down I did an army crawl (or some version of it) to the center of the large set of windows. Then slowly, quietly peaked up over the brick ledge. There, before me, taking up my entire field of vision, was an enormous, tan ass. Two rubbery beach balls sandwiched together, dropping onto a pair of tree trunk thighs. It was beautiful.
I immediately ascertained that it belonged to Larissa. Of the three girls, she’d the only one who would make the effort to tan her butt so evenly. No tan lines at all. She either sunbathes nude or in a ‘G’.
Larissa stood up strait and it became apparent that I caught her in her most intimate moment of pulling up the sweat pants Dawsie had brought. She was tugging and tugging, but couldn’t pull the waistband around her super sized behind.
“Larissa, just wait.” Dawsie shouted. “If you rip my pants, then you’ll really be fucked. Wait a few minutes for the swelling to go down a bit more.”
“I’m cold.” Larissa complained. “I told you to bring a blanket.”
From where I stood I could have taken her temperature. Sure enough, at that moment, her butt dimpled. Like the air being sucked out of a plastic bottle, the outer edges of Larissa’s posterior collapsed inward slightly, making her look less like a parade float and more like a cartoonishy large female.
“No, you told James to bring a blanket.” Dawsie said, “He never relayed it.”
“Where is James?” I heard Danielle squeak. “He’s cute.”
I lost my footing, cracked my forehead against the brick ledge and fell noisily to the dirt. As I fell I watched the pumped-up, naked figure of Larissa rotate around to face the window. I’m now pretty sure she sunbathes nude.
I lay in the dirt looking up at Larissa, or at least Larissa’s figure. Her face was obscured by her enormous bust- two ripe watermelons swaying off the momentum of her spin. She had a slightly rounded belly, but Larissa was mostly hips and boobs. Her super-voluptuous figure was an exaggerated caricature of her normal sculpted, but nonetheless voluptuous frame. She was shifting her breasts about wildly, trying to see over them. She crushed them in, pushed them to the sides, spread them apart, but they were just too huge.
“Who the is that?” Dawsie whisper-spoke from the other side of the room.
“Ummm, I can’t see over my boobs.” Larissa let her hands drop to her sides, defeated.
I could her footsteps approaching the window, but because of my low angle I couldn’t see who it was. A window swung open and Dawsie’s head poked out.
“James? You followed me?”
“I followed my truck. The one you stole.”
“The one I borrowed?”
“Bullshit.”
“Well, since you’re here I can use you.”
“Oh?” I mocked angry as I stood. “I think you already used me.”
Larissa’s massive body turned to Dawsie, giving me a shot of her bloated profile. Dawsie turned to Larissa and shrugged. “You slut,” Larissa smiled then turned her blond head to me. “You two make such a cute couple.”
“No we don’t!” Dawsie and I barked simultaneously.
Larissa’s smile hung for a moment, then suddenly dropped. “I’m naked, aren’t I?” As a sudden rush of self consciousness came over her one hand covered her crotch and the other managed to cover part of one nipple. “I’m still a little swollen.” She was trying to reach around her bust to conceal her other nipple, but couldn’t reach. “A lot swollen.”
Larissa stepped to the side giving me my first clear view of Danielle. She was gigantic- a nearly perfect ball six feet in diameter. Two quarter spheres- her breasts- raised off planet Danielle like gentle hills, a range of two peaks and one valley that stretched across the her epic chest. Each peak topped with a soft, pink, robin’s egg nipple. Her cheeks had filled out slightly, giving Danielle a chipmunk-look that she wore quite well. Apart from that, her mousy face remained unchanged. Two huge, glassy brown eyes shined back at me through a pair of thick-rimmed glasses. Her dark hair was pulled back into a neat little ponytail. Her hands and feet, while visible had sunken into her ballooned body. And even from my position, a good fifteen feet away, I could see that Danielle’s fingers had swollen-up like cocktail wieners, her toes rounded out like marbles. Naked, apart from a pair of super-resilient panties, she waved a puffy hand at me. “Hi James. I inflated” Danielle said quite matter-of-factly.
The three girls stared back at me and as I glanced from one to the other, I couldn’t help but notice how this group fulfilled all the “sexy college girl” stereotypes on the checklist: The shy, mousy, brain- Danielle. The buxom, flirty blond- Larissa. And of course Dawsie- the Tomboy, firecracker. This was going to be a fun night.
“James! Snap out of it.” Dawsie blasted. “Go around back, I’ll open the door.”
The door swung open to Dawsie’s irritated face.
“Before you say anything Dawsie, I want you to know, I only came to help.”
“Oh, I know why you came. But don’t even think about it. I already took care of Larissa and I’m taking care of Danielle.”
“Fine.”
I crossed the threshold and let Dawsie lead me down the dark hallway.
“Fine.”
“And I also wanted to let you know that I don’t expect a thank you for helping you discover the cure back at your place.”
“Discover? You didn’t discover shit. You stuck your cock in me.”
“And I don’t expect a thank you for that either.”
“Ha! I would have preferred a shower head, but since you were practically licking me ever since I got in the car, I thought I’d do you the favor.”
“I drive a truck. And big favor you pneumatic cock-tease. I didn’t even cum! At least with a real inflatable love-doll, I finish! I can’t believe I just said that. Please don’t ever repeat that. Point being, I’ve been running around campus, half erect, totally confused and it’s all your fault.”
“You’re an idiot and you’re a loser. I’ll get Larissa on top it. She’ll blow you for a Jamba Juice.”
Dawsie stopped in front of the lab. Light was spilling into the dark hall through the cracks at the base and sides of the closed door.
“Dawsie. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, okay? This whole night has been really weird, really weird. I was worried about you and I’m glad you are- that everyone is- okay.”
Dawsie looks at me skeptically, then just inquisitively. “Try not to stare too much, okay? It makes us uncomfortable?”
“Okay”
And Dawsie swung the doors open.
How can I explain this to you? If you flex your arm as tight as you can, while at the same time curling your arm in (fist to your shoulder), then gently place your fingertips on your bicep. That’s what Danielle felt like. Everywhere. While an ultra-distended balloon girl might appear, from distance to be hollow, cold and rubbery, she’s actually warm, supple and quite dense.
Larissa’s swelling had subsided to the point where I could tug at the elastic from behind, Dawsie from the front and with some extra shimmying from Larissa, we got the sweatpants onto her. They hugged her like cling-wrap. Larissa requested my help cramming her basketball tits into ratty, blue and white baseball-t, but the skeptical Dawsie stepped in and took over the duties. Dawsie obviously grabbed the shirt because it was the largest item in her closet (keep in mind Dawsie is a size 0), but it there just wasn’t enough shirt to the shirt. The bottom of the ‘t’ ended just below Larissa’s nipples. A lively mass of cleavage pulled her collar down a foot from her neck. Still, the spillover measured a couple inches in thickness and was practically pressing up on the girl’s chin. The stitching on the shoulders split slightly on one side, and her tan rack was bulging out through the gap.
I tried not to stare, but Larissa was making it difficult. Apart from the fact that she was literally bursting at the seams with femininity, she was constantly fondling and caressing her new and sadly diminishing curves. People may call her a whore, and it might be true, but she does know how to enjoy the good times while they last.
Danielle on the other had, was a nervous wreck and understandably so. She had been the first to begin blowing up and remained in a state of inflation for well over an hour. While the swelling seemed to have stopped inside the poor girl, neither of the other two were given the time to grow quite as large. Danielle was full to the brim and completely helpless.
“Ready Danielle?” Dawsie said with a motherly tone.
“I can’t wait anymore, Dawsie. If I don’t cum soon… I don’t know what?”
Dawsie pushed Danielle onto her side where I caught her, making sure she didn’t roll onto her head.
“Your glasses, I don’t want them to break.” I removed Danielle’s glasses.
“Wait.” Danielle whispered to me, “Put them back on.”
I slid her glasses back onto her face. She blinked, refocusing her gem eyes. “You’re hard.” She chuckled, almost embarrassed.
“What do you expect? You’re naked.”
“I’m also a blimp. Do you think this is sexy?”
I glanced over to Dawsie. She was instructing Larissa to check the floor of the hall for any sharp objects. I nodded yes to Danielle.
“Me too.” She grinned as I removed her glasses again. “We’re going to have some fun tonight.”
I pushed from behind and Dawsie stood up front making sure the girl didn’t roll out of control. We pushed Danielle between the lab tables, turned her 90 degrees and rolled her out the double doors into the hallway. Larissa bounced in front of us, sweeping the ground for anything that could puncture Danielle, an effort that I imagined to be useless since Larissa was still unable to see over her bust.
Danielle’s breasts acted as speed bumps, slowing her roll. Every time her nipples came in contact with the cold, tile floor, she would take in staccato inhales of pleasure. Larissa swung the doors open and the three of us followed her outside. All we needed to do was roll Danielle across the agricultural science-building courtyard, load her into the waiting truck and we would be home free.
Larissa stopped in her tracks. “Shiiiiiit” she whined.
“What?” Dawsie stopped Danielle from rolling, and then ran to Larissa.
“I’m almost back to normal.”
Dawsie looked at her blankly. Larissa’s definition of normal had clearly been skewed by the night’s events. True, since we left the classroom, Larissa had decreased dramatically in size. Her rack hovered around a H-cup, her hips nearly back to normal. She had to hold her pants up with one hand. Her plump bottom shook like a lonely dancer in the loose fabric of the sweat pants.
“Tell me you’re kidding.” Dawsie said rhetorically as she returned to Danielle’s side.
Larissa tied the front of her pants into a knot, tightening the waist, holding them up and continued to march through the courtyard.
“How you doing Danielle?” Larissa asked in an attempt to be a useful part of the team.
“It feels so good.”
“Fuck.” Larissa murmured to herself.
“Hey!” It echoed across the courtyard.
The three of us that could turn, turned. It was Gordon Mintzer, student RA extraordinaire. Everybody knew Gordon. He was one of those rare cases, a truly exceptional person who excelled in everything he did, athletics, academics, art. Handsome in a toehead-kinda way, he should have been popular, he just wasn’t. Not that he was a bad person, he was just good at doing jobs that required him to be bad- like an IRS Agent with a heart of gold- one negates the other and you’re left with, well, Gordon.
“Larissa, Dawsie… who’s that? James. What’s going on guys?”
“Hey Gordon,” Dawsie started with the smiles.
“So what have we got here?” Gordon had approached the four of us at a unique angle. Looking directly into the spread legs to Danielle. The fact that the boy couldn’t recognize a giant vagina when it was staring him in the face was a bit worrisome.
“Just a little science experiment” Larissa said turning her inflated twins to the kid. “Graduate level stuff. You wouldn’t understand.”
“Well, I might not know much about science but I think I can recognize larceny when I see it.” He either didn’t notice her chest, or didn’t care. Either way, Larissa was hurt.
“Gordon, dude,” I chimed in “This is ours. Honest?”
“This is yours? This isn’t even your department English-boy.”
The guy’s an asshole, but he is good. Dawsie looked at me. Her jaw clinched.
Gordon stepped towards the balloon-girl. “This thing belongs to Ag-ro-sci.” The last three syllables he said with three dramatic palm slaps directly to Danielle’s pussy.
“OH GOD!” Danielle exclaimed.
Gordon leaped back. Quickly surveying the situation with a cocked head the wheels began to turn. He walked by way of Larissa around the massive orb. The pieces were falling into place. “Danielle?”
By this point Larissa’s hand was already reaching deep into her cleavage. Her fist emerged with a small veil clasped in it. With a flick of her thumb, she popped the cork.
“Gordon!” Larissa called.
Gordon turned to her. He had enough time to see her drain the contents of the vile into her mouth before she pounced on him, locking her lips to his. His eyes widened, hers narrowed and when she finally pulled away, they both swallowed deeply.
“Larissa!” Dawsie gasped. “What did you do?”
“Get Danielle home. I’ll deal with Gordon.”
“But you’re gonna… You’re both gonna…”
“I know.” Larissa said with a smile. “Don’t worry. I’m good at this kind of stuff. I’ll get him to blow his load before he gets too big.”
Behind Larissa Gordon was gagging. Coughing. Scrapping his tongue against his teeth. “What was that? What the fuck did I just swallow? …I feel weird.”
“Relax babe. Try to enjoy it” Larissa said calmly over her shoulder. “This will be a fun night.” Larissa said turning back to us.
“Fun?” Dawsie spat. “You’re gonna get us busted.”
Larissa didn’t answer. The expression in her face dropped. Her eyes lost focus then gently closed. The inflation was beginning. “I wonder how big his cock will get.” I got the feeling Larissa didn’t mean to say it out loud.
“My what!” Gordon exclaimed.
“What about you?” I asked.
“Me?” Her boobs began to fill up. Her stomach billowed out slightly; she was looking full and ready to pop. “I can be very convincing when I need to be.” Her nipples hardened as they pressed into the cotton shirt. She smiled devilishly and turned to Gordon.
Poor Gordon was bent at the waist, arms clasped around his tummy. He was looking from one of us to the next, not sure which to yell at first. “What the…?” His posture shot upright. His shoulders back. His Dockers had become visibly snug, especially around the butt. He lifted his shirt, exposing the base of a stuffed belly. He pointed at Danielle. “Is that happening to me?”
“That depends” Larissa said, untying the knot in her sweat pants, giving herself some more growing room, “on how cooperative you are.” Larissa was considerably more blown up than Gordon, but she had a rather healthy head start.
“Come on James,” Dawsie whispered. “Let’s get Danielle out of here.”
I push-started Danielle’s roll. We really needed to go now. The chances of us getting caught just increased 10-fold. No since in us all getting busted. As we made the trek across the courtyard I looked back at the bloated pair behind me. Gordon’s complaints had apparently stopped when Larissa dropped to her knees and undid his belt. His chest was widening at the shoulders, matching the girth of his distended tummy. I watched the top buttons of his Polo shirt pop. He was trying in vein to hold the sides of his tummy in, stop the expansion.
Larissa’s back was to me. She was on her knees, sitting on her calves. She was expanding rapidly, the back of her shirt tearing like tissue paper. She was focused on removing Gordon’s pants.
“That was weird.” Dawsie said a bit disturbed.
“Yeah.” I agreed as we approached the parking lot, “It’s just not as hot when it happens to a dude, is it?”
“No” Danielle nodded with her first non-sexual comment on the evening.
“Girls get ultra-feminine. Guys just get round. Round and hairy.”
“Well, it doesn’t seem to be bothering Larissa” I said looking back once again.
Gordon’s pants were at his ankles. There was an arch between his thighs and his shoulders that completed a large eggs shape. His hands rested on his belly as Larissa’s blond head chugged away, blowing him. The last of Larissa’s tattered shirt dropped from her shoulders, exposing a rounded back.
The closer he got to climax, the faster he expanded. Gordon Mintzer was spreading wildly in every direction. His arms slowly rose to his sides. He was looking down at himself in utter shock. I can imagine what thoughts rushing through his head: “What’s happening to me?” “What’s happening to Larissa?” “Why is one of the hottest girls in school playing with my balls?”
Larissa’s butt took on a sudden increase in size. The seam of her pants split, spreading up to her waistband, between her legs. Her bottom’s expansion against her feet had a slow motion catapult affect; She was lifted up and over her knees, bumping against Gordon, knocking him over. As he fell onto his back, she fell on top of him. Larissa’s waistband snapped and her sweatpants fell off her in several sections, like a banana peeling itself. They were both naked. Gordon kicked his feet, waved his arms, like a turtle on it’s back, as she used what little bit of mobility her swollen body allowed to mount him.
Dawsie Danielle and I turned a corner into the parking lot and lost the couple behind a set of trees.
“On three. One. Two. Three.”
Danielle’s 6+ foot diameter meant that she made it up the 2 foot step into the bed of my truck with relative ease. I pushed from her base (her crotch) and Dawsie pulled from her shoulders, lifting herself up onto Danielle and using her own weight to help roll the girl back. This meant that for a moment, I was pressing on Danielle’s crotch and while Danielle’s head was buried in Dawsie’s tits. Danielle was easily aroused and this sent her over the top. She was practically crying. “Please. One of you has fuck me. Now. NOW!” The last syllable echoed through the quiet college campus.
I opened the sliding rear window. Dawsie pushed Danielle so that her head slid through the open window, into the cab. Danielle could now talk to driver in case there were any problems.
“Well” I said looking at Dawsie. “She’s all loaded up. We can get started on her now.”
“What did I tell you?” Dawsie tossed the keys to me, “I’m taking care of Danielle.”
I climbed in the cab and let Danielle’s head rest on my shoulder. Dawsie hopped in the bed of the truck with Danielle’s enormous, beautiful body. I started the truck and we were off. The rear view mirror was completely blocked by Danielle. In my driver’s side mirror I could see her right hand and in my passenger side mirror I could see her left hand. Dawsie’s actions and all activity in the back of the bed was a complete mystery to me.
Danielle moaned with pleasure.
“What’s she doing to you?” I asked Danielle.
“Taking off my panties.”
Sure enough from my side-view mirror I could see a thin sheet of baby-blue fabric, the stretched remains of Danielle’s underwear sail out of the truck, into the night.
“Holly fuck!” Danielle gasped.
“What’s she doing now?”
“Rubbing me.”
“Details Danielle, details. With her finger? With her tongue?”
“Her body. I can feel her tits rubbing on me. They’re so firm.”
“Dawsie’s naked back there?”
Goddamn. Just ten feet away from me, barley out of my view, the girl of my dreams is naked, having hot lesbian sex with this blimped up beauty.
“Oh Jesus. Oh god.” Danielle breathed into my ear. Apparently Danielle needed something to bite down on, because she sunk her teeth into my shoulder.
“Owww” I screamed momentarily loosing control of the truck as we cruised down the quiet residential street. I stopped asking for details. Danielle had obviously retreated into some ivory tower of pleasure and locked the door.
“Faster.” Danielle whispered.
“Me?” I sped up.
Danielle stuck her tongue in my ear, and then breathed, “Dawsie. Faster, Harder.”
I rolled down my window and shouted back, “Dawsie! Danielle says harder and faster!”
I turned back to Danielle who was now visibly vibrating. Her face was cryptic. Was it pleasure? Pain? Fear? Anticipation? She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. She was near finishing. She began to swell again.
There was an audible groan. It filled the cab with an eerie wail. It could have been coming from inside Danielle. It could have been from the stressed metal of the truck. As Danielle increased in size, she increased in weight. I could feel the new mass in the back of the vehicle. It was becoming more and more difficult to steer.
“It’s happening! It’s happening!” Danielle moaned
I tool a look at her hand in the side-view mirror. Her palms had puffed up like hamburger buns, before sinking further into the billowing mass of her spherical body. Whatever Dawsie was doing had sent Danielle into a trance. Her eyes were glazed over, her mouth was open, she was staring without focus at the ceiling of my cab.
The sides of my truck bed were buckling outward. Danielle’s expansion was bending my it like a tin can.
“AHHHHHHHHGGGGGGG” Danielle finished.
I slowed when I approached their house, cut a hard left and threw the truck into reverse, backing up the driveway. I came to a stop. Turning backwards out my window I saw Dawsie, topless, clothed in just the plaid skirt, hop out of the back of the truck. She threw open the garage door.
Danielle was panting like an animal as we rolled her out of the bed and in the garage. She had begun to deflate, but she had a long ways to go. The garage door slowly shut, closing Dawsie, myself and a pumped up Danielle into the still blackness.