Floating

We had just finished making love. That wonderful feeling of exhaustion mixed with elation seemed to fill the room. My thoughts flowed together with his. Our emotions mingled; we reveled in each other's bliss. My body felt like it was wafting on a breeze, slowly rocking back and forth, weightlessly wandering.

"I feel like I'm floating", I said.

My imagination wandered; the bedroom dissolved around me.

- - -

We were in a meadow. A sweet-smelling breeze blew across gaily colored flowers, yellow and purple and blue, that dotted the plush green grass. It went on as far as the eye could see. I was standing in the shade of a small maple tree, the only one around for many, many miles. He was not looking at me - he was kneeling in the grass, next to me, assembling a diamond kite. He cut strings to different lengths with his pocketknife and laid them out on the grass, lightly bending back the horizontal wooden rod, meticulously tying one of the pieces of string to it, attaching a long paper mache tail. I looked over his shoulder, watched his hands move. His fingers were so careful, so deft, and I loved to watch him work with them. He was almost finished now; he only had to attach a keel and the roll of string, and the kite would be air-worthy. Just then, I noticed that I was naked, while he was clothed in denim shorts, white t-shirt and sandals. I wondered how I had forgotten my clothes, and felt exposed being outdoors naked, but no one was around to view me but him.

He stopped working, as if noticing my embarrassment. He turned around, and looked at me curiously - his blue eyes directed at the center of my body, staring intently just below my stomach, a slight, almost unnerving smile on his face. "How do you feel now?" he whispered.

At that moment, I felt odd. The point at which he was staring tingled, and the tingling feeling slowly spread up to my breasts and down between my legs. It was a strange feeling, like that of sexual excitation, or perhaps an intoxication of some kind.... The feeling grew stronger, making me dizzy, giddy. I couldn't stand anymore, and fell backwards to the grass, but slowly, softly, as if the air around me was heavy somehow and I was buoyant in it. I landed in a sitting position, and clenched the grass behind me as the sky and ground started to spin around me. The tingling feeling encompassed me, from my fingertips to my toes, and to my amazement, my body started to grow smaller - and lighter.

I tried to speak, to ask him what was happening, but when I opened my mouth, nothing came out. I continued to shrink, continued to feel less weight. I no longer felt solid - my insides felt like they had been turned to air. He hadn't stopped staring intensely at me, the almost-smile never left his face.

Now, finally, it stopped. My body was about 24 inches from head to toe. I felt no weight, the air inside me was the only thing holding my shape, and instead of feeling my heart racing, I only felt the tension of my own skin, slightly stretched by the air pressure inside me. My hands clung to the grass; I feared that if I let go, the breeze would carry me away like a lost balloon. My body floated just off the ground, the breeze gently swaying me back and forth.

He picked me up ever so gently, around my hips, with both hands. The grass slipped from my fingers. My body felt soft all over, like the skin just below my breasts or on the inside of my thighs. I wished he would hold me tighter, prayed he would not let go. He held me in front of him, facing him, as if to admire his handiwork.

Then, he continued his work. He picked up a piece of string and tied my ankles together, then tied them to the base of the kite laid out on the grass in front of him. He bound my wrists to the opposite corners of the kite. I could give no physical or verbal resistance - my eyes pleaded fearfully to him but he paid them no notice. When he was done he stood the kite on end and pushed the vertical wooden rod into the soft earth. I was upright, tied to the front of the kite which was planted in the ground, as if I was on display for him.

He picked up a Y-shaped piece of string, already carefully prepared by him earlier. The pressure in my body made my breasts - especially my nipples - fully erect. He tied the top two ends of the Y securely to my nipples - first the left, then the right. Then, he tied the bottom end of the string tightly to my clit, which was jutting out from inside its hood. His fingers brushed past the puffed-up lips of my labia. I felt every sensation as if it was magnified tenfold.

When he was done, his face broke into a full smile, as if he had just unwrapped me, the kite-cum-woman, for his birthday and couldn't wait to try me out. He attached the roll of string to the Y, and holding the top of the kite, yanked on the string three times, to make sure it was secure. The sensations from my nipples and clit shot through my fear and suspense, and my lips formed an "O", though no sounds came out. He saw this, grinned, and gently squeezed my breasts with his fingertips. As they gave way, I felt not only his hands on my breasts, but the pressure increasing everywhere else in the rest of my body. He thought for a bit, then his hand went around my waist and he closed it gently, slowly. The sensation was incredible - the pressure on my buttocks, my breasts, my clitoris all increased slowly, slowly. The skin all around my body felt stretched by the excess air. At the exact moment I felt I could stand it no longer, he released his grip, grinning again.

He took the roll of string and backed away from me, rolling out the string as he walked backwards. Then, standing about 30 feet away, he yanked on the string. The sensation again went through me like an electric shock, and the kite was pulled from the ground. I dipped toward the ground, and then felt the breeze lift me up into the air.

The kite weaved and rocked, continuing its ascent. He reeled out the string, giving it more slack, and the breeze took control, playfully blowing me back and forth, higher and higher. I felt the insistent tugging of the string (my only connection to the ground below me, I realized) on my three most sensitive areas as I was continually wafted upward. The dipping, swaying motion of the kite started to make me feel dizzy again, as the horizon rolled in front of me. Occasional gusts of wind made me tug against the string, forming my lips into an "O" every time, although I'm sure he could no longer make out my facial expression... Now almost 450 feet into the air and still rising, my eyes followed the string downward to his hands which I could barely see now, holding the spool which continued to unwind that thin thread which was now my only lifeline.

All other thoughts vanished as I looked out at the breathtaking view. The meadow stretched on and on to the horizon, the flowers dressing it in purple and gold patches, an endless sea of green. The sun cast my diamond shadow on the ground almost directly below me. Looking ahead of it, I saw the dark green top of the tree, and I saw him standing next to it. He was looking up at me, and his hands continue to unwind the kite string off the roll. I couldn't see it, but I knew that smile was there, and I could feel his blue eyes on my body....

Suddenly, I felt myself drop sharply, and my head dipped toward the ground! Frightened, I looked down, and saw him running, and make a grab - the string had not been tied to the spool! The fear was quickly joined by a jolt to the three anchor-points of the string as the force of his grab reached me - most of the force went directly to my nipples as he pulled hard on the string in an attempt to regain control of me. I twirled, spinning 360 degrees, head over heels over and over again. I would have screamed, cried out, but although my mouth made the attempt, I could not scream. The fear was bottled up like the pressure inside of me, and he pulled harder and harder on the string, trying to keep me steady. I was more terrified than I had ever been!

Finally, I stopped spinning, and eventually went back into the gentle bobbing motion caused by the mischievous breeze. His tiny form, so far below me, walked back toward the tree, and my eyes strained as I tried to make out what he was doing - he was tying me to the tree! Panic welled up inside of me - I wanted to tell him "No! Wait! Don't leave me!" but there was no way I could communicate to him. He stood back from the tree and looked up at me, waving hello! "No! Let me down! Let me down!" I cried inside. He started to walk away from the tree, away from me.

The breeze, as if it knew that I had been handed over to it, took the opportunity to cavort with me. I weaved more and more quickly, and the breeze whipped around me. I grew dizzy again as I spun, dipped, whirled around, at the mercy of the wind. Then the strongest gust yet blew past me. I felt the string tug on me even harder and I spun in circles over and over. I could no longer keep track of him on the ground. I grew dizzier and dizzier, the horizon spun sky over grass, sky over grass, whirling at terrifying speeds, faster and faster! Panic and dizziness overwhelmed me, and the world went black.

- - -

When I came to, he had already reeled me in. I had been untied from the kite frame, and was now tucked under his arm, my hands held immobile at my sides, as he carried me. I noticed that although I was still weightless, still like a balloon, I was full sized again. He looked down at my face as he walked. "I have a new game to play", he said. He pulled out a length of the kite string, about 20 feet long, from his pocket. Then, he stopped walking. He turned, and I saw a gas cylinder, like the ones that balloon-sellers used to inflate helium balloons at a fair. I looked at his face in panic again, and again, he only grinned in reply.

He put his hands on my hips, holding me upright, but this time faced me away from him. He moved so that the cold metal of the gas cylinder was between us, and pulled me backward. I felt the plastic nozzle pushing between my buttocks, entering me, stretching my anus wider and wider open until I felt a *pop*, and my hole closed around an indentation in the nozzle. I both felt and heard the squeak of metal against metal as he opened the valve I had seen before at the top of the cylinder. I heard the hissing sound of a balloon being inflated. The phrase "helium enema" pops into my head - even as scared as I was, I would have laughed if I was able - maybe....

I felt myself puffing up, growing larger, expanding, inflating. My breasts stretched tautly, growing tighter and tighter as the gas rushed inside me. My arms stuck out stiffly on either side, my thighs and buttocks expanded, pressing harder against the cold steel metal of the cylinder.

Without stopping the gas, he walked around to my front and started to suck hard on my nipples. It was unbearable! The pressure inside me and the sucking made my nipples scream in agony. I wanted to tell him to stop, but could make no sound, and he couldn't see my face! The gas continued to fill me while he was in front of me. I grew larger and larger, the pressure inside me grew greater and greater - I was his own private balloon, expanding slowly, more and more - when would it stop - oh, my breasts, they can't take anymore - my buttocks - my swollen legs and arms jutted out stiffly from my inflating body - no, it has to stop - I feel like a blimp - too much - !!! - too much - growing larger still, puffing up like a balloon - when will it stop - it has to stop or I will burst - please, my breasts, they feel so swollen! - please shut it off now! - the cylinder is cold against my ass - my breasts, they look like beach balls that have been over-inflated - my buttocks feel so puffed up - help me, please! - I'm filling up like a balloon! I'm completely filled up and yet it continues, more and more and more!!!! Now my breasts are so big they're inflated past my face, I can't see - why does all the air go there - and to my buttocks, the pressure is unbelievable - I'm all blown up, I'm over-inflated, HELP ME!!!!

I feel, more than hear, the squeak of the metal behind me as he shuts the valve. With my breasts inflated into my face, I can't see my body - I can only imagine what I must look like, four huge balloons, my breasts and buttocks, attached to the enormous balloon of my torso - my arms and legs inflated as well, sticking out stiffly, unable to move. I feel him push my legs apart, tying the string to my clit again. Then, I feel another *pop* as he pulls my off the cylinder.

I float upward, stopping after a few seconds, feeling the string tug on my clit. "Are you enjoying this, my big balloon-girl?", he laughs, as he yanks on the string a few times. I feel like I'm stretched to my limit. The pressure inside of me is so high, I swear I'm going to pop, my nipples, my breasts, my buttocks, oh so swollen, so painfully inflated....

"Goodbye, my big balloon-girl - enjoy your journey!" WHAT IS HE DOING! No, DON'T LET GO OF THE STRING! But it's too late. I feel the string released and I start to rise ponderously in the air. I can't see, my breasts are blocking my view, and I rise higher and higher. I wonder if I will ever stop... is the pressure increasing? No, it can't be, I'm so full already - wait a minute, isn't that what happens to helium balloons - they rise into the upper atmosphere, and as the surrounding air pressure decreases, the pressure inside of them makes them grow, stretching them until they burst? NO!

HELP ME, HELP ME! PLEASE! But I can't speak, and the panic is building again - why did he ever let me go! OH, I'm sure the pressure is getting worse, my breasts, my nipples, I'm getting larger, I'm sure of it! NO! NO! I feel myself moving past the surrounding air as I rise higher, higher, NO PLEASE! I'll pop - I'll burst - I'm going to pop now, help help help help help helphelphelphelphelphelp....

- - -

I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I jump into a sitting position wide awake. "Are you OK?", he says, only a concerned look in his eyes, no smile, no grin. I feel my body, my breasts, my hips, all solid, ribs and pelvis underneath supporting them, at their normal size. I look into his eyes, and now he grins, but it is laughter, not mischief, that I see there.

"Exactly what kind of dream did you have?", he asks.

I answer, with a sigh of relief, "I'm not floating anymore. And believe me, I am very happy to be on the ground again".