Our games had been getting more adventurous of late. We had taken to playing outdoors and the inflations had been getting progressively larger. Twice now, each of us had had the opportunity to end up floating at the end of a tether. The earthbound partner had always been sure to pleasure their balloon.
Tonight began with his announcement that he had a surprise for me. I was eager.
‘What is it then?’
He produced a tank from the den. It wasn’t very large. Perhaps standing two thirds as high as the helium tanks we had needed to get each other airborne.
‘Thank-you my dear’ I said, hoping to keep disappointment out of my voice. We had been wondering which of us would take the game to the next level. This small tank seemed to be a step backward. Fun, no doubt, but still not what we were aiming for.
‘What do you have in mind?’
‘Out in the yard again. We can take the tether.’
‘We won’t need it with that amount of gas. It takes more than that to get me airborne,’ I replied, managing not to sound peeved.
‘Are you sure? You look like you might have lost some weight recently.’ Ever the gentleman.
We got ourselves set up. I chose a pink latex dress. It was still a bit stretched from an escapade two weeks ago but gradually regaining its shape. It wouldn’t be long before it fitted me like a rubber glove, and then not at all.
He got the tank, regulator and hose ready while I changed.
I stepped out into the yard and he whistled. The dress hung loose on me and I felt a little self conscious about it. ‘I’ll fill this before long buster. I can take whatever you’ve got.’
‘You sure about that, dear?’
I was peeved. He was making fun of me.
‘If that’s the biggest helium tank you can get hold of I can suck it dry.’
‘Sorry dear, you’re the boss.’
He passed me the hose and I stuck it between my lips. He smiled as he opened the valve. My face must have softened as the inflation began. He grinned into my eyes and winked. No hard feelings, obviously.
The inflation began in my bust. My breasts swelled like balloons, pushing forward and out on all sides. Pressing against one another. They reached the latex of the dress and the swelling slowed. They continued to grow, straining over the top of the dress in slight bulges, but the focus of the inflation was now in my belly. Nothing was visible to me below my blimped up front but I could feel as my belly gradually filled the space remaining in my slack outfit. There was a “fwoup” sound and my belly button had inverted.
He ran a hand over the latex. It was still loose over my expanding belly and there was enough play in it for him to move it about and massage my swelling tummy. He nudged his hands against the underside of my breasts. The latex was drawn taught over them and his upward pressure made them try to move against it. He began to bounce my boobs up and down. My nipples were rubbed gently by the latex. My belly filled the available space and my breasts received and extra gust of gas, bringing the top of the areolae out above the neck. My breast balloons bulged up under my neck. The latex began to make straining sounds as my body moved within it. My belly, taut and full, stretched out the hem of the dress, which I could now feel riding up at the back where my buttocks were receiving their share of the fun.
At this point I looked like an insanely voluptuous caricature of myself. The sort of blow up love doll Robert Crumb might design.
My lover was most appreciative of my inflated charms and stopped the gas flow. He caressed my inflated curves. He squeezed me here while he kissed me there, expanding whatever part was in his mouth at the time. It was exquisite. I love being his balloon.
He recommenced inflating me with his head caught up under my dress hem, his faced buried between my inflating thighs. He licked and nuzzled at me while my body tried to eject him from what little space was left. My legs, arms, buttocks and breast bulged from their containment. The latex gave as much ground as it could. I was now akin to a parade float. Pink, shiny, squeaky and just a little on the risqué side with my breast balloons only half contained in the top and my crotch beginning to peak out below the hemline.
I couldn’t move much on my own at this point. I just concentrated on keeping my jaw clamped shut on the hose. The dress, straining against me, began to give up. The hem had ridden up over my thighs but could go no further because it was caught up under my huge belly. My breast finally achieved enough leverage above the dress’ neck to push the top down and then were free to inflate unhindered.
All the while my lover massaged my expanding form. He climbed aboard and rested against my hissing, expanding blimp of a body. ‘Not long now till you get your surprise,’ he whispered to me before burying his head between my floating breasts. What was he on about?
Any room the dress had gained in giving up on covering my breasts had been filled with inflating belly. The pink rubber was stretched beyond any limit it had previously reached. Was that my surprise? I was to be allowed to burst the seams of my clothing? I had wanted that for some time but the latex wear had been considered too expensive on previous occasions. My belly stretched it further and further. The squeaks were louder and sounded more strained. An occasional pinging sound came whenever a part of my belly found new space available within the rubber confines and moved to fill it.
The end of the dress was spectacular. It exploded of my inflated form like it had been a balloon itself. Shards of the latex flew in all directions. My belly expanded as the pressure that had been held back by the constricting garment equalised with that outside. The surge looked spectacular, and it felt as if I were exploding myself.
My breasts tugged upward. My belly pushed them into my face. I cradled my beautiful fem-balloons in my arms but my arms were rapidly becoming harder to manipulate as the inflation worked its magic on them too.
He rolled me over at this point and entered me from behind, his weight pushing a dimple into my inflated buttocks and allowing him access to my swollen pussy. Ah, to be fucked while being blown up into a glorious, huge fuck doll.
I could no-longer move much on my own. I was too big to bend my limbs and those movements I could make were unable to overcome the bulk of my form. I was pumped full of helium and pumped from behind. Neither of us was slow in coming to the point.
I felt his weight shift out from between my buttocks and thighs. He didn’t come off me completely though, shuffling forward over my broad, bulging back and down one of my almost conical arms until he could take my hand. As he removed his weight entirely I felt a familiar but unexpected lightness. My body drifted up and over his head. My head faced the ground as I was tethered by my hand. My feet reached skyward. My breasts, now weather balloons, tugged up insistently, bobbling against my nearly spherical belly. I couldn’t understand it. I’d needed to be an almost spherical human balloon and much larger on the past occasions where I had started to float. And it had never had this insistent, lifting quality. Previous floating sensations had been like resting in a salt water bath, weightless. The sensations I felt now were closer to being a reverse gravity. Being pulled toward the floor but held to the ceiling by my hand would be the best analogy.
‘Here’s your surprise my love,’ he said with a grin as he towed me toward the helium cylinder.
‘What’s….. What’s….. huh!’ I stammered eloquently. He reached out his free hand and fiddled for a few moments, getting a fingernail under the label that said ‘Helium 4’. His nail caught an edge and the label peeled away. Beneath it was one that said ‘Hydrogen 2’. I smiled. He had gone the next step. He put my hand between his legs, found a new purchase on my shoulders and pulled my face down into a kiss.
‘I love you my balloon lover’.
He lay on the ground and drew my parade float form to him. His hands worked in a rapid pattern of shifting grips as he attempted to keep a hold on me. When he gripped in one place, the resulting swelling elsewhere caused his other hand to slip. He clasped my body to him and gazed up at me. I stared down adoringly.
He released me and I floated up. I could see him staring, rapt at me as I drifted away for a few moments before the lift of my breasts tilted my head toward the sky. My body responded to the lowering atmospheric pressure by expanding further. If only he could be here with me to enjoy this ultimate inflation. I would have to deflate myself soon or risk bursting. For now though, I still had some time left to think up a way to include him in the next lift-off.