Leslie's Blowup

Roger often referred to Leslie as a "living contradiction." She had an outlandishly outgoing and unabashed personality that was far too large for a woman who seemed so delicate and petite in every other way. Her bright, playful smile and twinkling blue eyes only served to add to her air of impishness. Her oversized attitude had been the second thing that had drawn Roger to her; he’d always had a thing for redheads.

Roger had first met her through his old buddy Harry. Harry and his girlfriend Belinda were planning a surprise birthday party and had invited just about everyone they knew. Leslie was a friend of Belinda’s.

When Roger walked in, Leslie was showing off how well she could blow up balloons. Much to the embarrassment of several men she’d goaded into competing with her, she was easily outpacing everyone. They all watched in disbelief as she picked up one of the brightly colored balloons and blew it up with ease. She took in a deep breath, and it almost looked as though her whole body swelled. Then she pressed the mouth of the balloon to her lips and with one long gust filled it to near bursting. She tied it off and nonchalantly batted it away to join her rapidly growing pile. Meanwhile, several men around her were still huffing and puffing to fill their balloons. Roger watched, amused, as Leslie repeated the process over and over. Inhale, exhale, tie off, repeat. After a while, the others conceded to her superior lungs and staggered off, lightheaded from their exertions. "I’ll leave this job to the expert," one of them muttered. Leslie just smiled and carried on with blowing up balloons.

Roger had always had a bit of a fascination with balloons, and had been thoroughly enjoying Leslie’s performance. But now that the competition was gone, she was going about her task with far less gusto. Roger approached her, intent on changing that.

"You look like you’re having a lot of fun."

"Yup," she grinned, swatting another balloon away. "Most guys think it’s all about brute force. Technique’s what really matters."

Roger tore open a bag of balloons and pulled out one several times the size of those Leslie was working with. "I’ll bet ya dinner you can’t blow this one up in one breath." He tossed it to her.

Leslie caught it with a swift hand. "You’re on. Oh, by the way, I’m Leslie. And you’re about to lose this bet."

"We’ll see. And the name’s Roger."

"Okay, Roger. Check this out." She grinned and took in a huge breath. Her chest rose and her belly bulged, filling and completely filling out her blouse. Roger’s jaw dropped as she continued her intake, swelling up until one button, then another popped open. Leslie winked as she brought the balloon to her mouth and blew. The bright red rubber grew into a giant sphere, rapidly inflating as Leslie expelled her air. Her entire head was hidden behind it, then her shoulders. Roger thought she must have used up all of the air she’d inhaled, but she kept on blowing steadily. The rubber became translucent, and he could see her face through the balloon, still grinning faintly as she blew. There was a soft groan, and Roger jumped as the balloon exploded. Tiny shreds of red showered down on them both.

"I like Italian food," she said as she rebuttoned her blouse.

That first date led to another, and another. It wasn’t too long before Leslie was spending most nights at Roger’s house. He was always curious about her "technique" and searched for another opportunity to get her to demonstrate. Luckily for him, it was pretty easy to taunt her into testing her limits.

One such opportunity arose on their trip to the beach. They’d planned a couple of days ahead, and Roger had taken the time to prepare. They spent a while rubbing suntan lotion on each other and lounging in the sun. Leslie had no problem with showing off her slender body in a shimmering silver one-piece swimsuit. After a while, Roger sprung his surprise on her.

"I brought a beachball," he said, reaching into his bag.

"Oh?" That caught her interest.

"Hold on, I’ll blow it up." He knew what her reaction would be. The beachball he’d brought was supposed to be over three feet across when fully inflated. Leslie laughed as she watched him puffing away feebly.

"Gimme that," she said, snatching the limp plastic form from him. "This is how you do it."

Roger watched her with rapt attention. A familiar look of concentration came over her face as she pursed her lips and inhaled. Her chest rose as her lungs filled. But ever since seeing her burst the balloon at the party, Roger had suspected her ability was more than a trick of simple lung capacity. He was still uncertain as he saw her belly puff up under the silver of her swimsuit, but his doubts faded as she continued to swell and her waistline vanished. Her pert breasts plumped up, a generous cleavage rising up under chin. Before her clothes had hidden what happened to Leslie’s body, but there was no concealing her inflated condition now. Just as her shoulder straps started digging into her shoulders and he was certain her swimsuit would split, she brought the valve to her lips and blew.

The beachball quickly filled, its crumpled panels smoothing out as it took shape. Leslie’s puffed up body subsided, but still she blew. With a long, drawn out "whoosh," she kept blowing for several seconds after Roger was sure she’d exhausted all of the air he’d inhaled. She filled the beachball until its seams pulled taut, then plugged the valve.

"There," she gasped.

"Wow," Roger gasped in return.

"Let’s play," Leslie called to him as she bounced the ball off of his head. She had caught her breath and was prancing off into the waves.

"Sure," he responded absently, but she was gone. He reached for his bag again, but stopped as a smile spread across his face. We’ll save that for later. He grabbed the beachball and chased after her.

That evening, they returned to his apartment, still in high spirits from their frolicking at the beach. "We have to go again soon," Leslie said as she let herself fall next to him on the couch.

"Yes," Roger smiled. "Maybe next time we’ll use the really big ball."

Leslie raised an eyebrow. "The really big ball?"

"Yeah, I got an even bigger beach ball, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to spend all day blowing it up. Wouldn’t want to waste valuable play time, y’know. Next time we go to the beach, we can really find out if your lungs are strong as you think they are." He reached over and tickled her gently.

Leslie fought off a giggle. "Let’s see it."

"It’ll be there next time."

"I mean it, let’s see this ’really big ball’ of yours," she smirked

"Let’s change first, then you can show off how well you can blow," Roger smirked right back at her. He knew full well that she’d taken the bait, and wouldn’t let it go.

"Come on, let’s see it!" She started poking him playfully.

"Ok, I’ll get it." He went off to the corner where he’d tossed his bag, and retrieved the beach ball. Made of alternating bands of red and white, it was supposed to be over six feet across when fully inflated.

This’ll take a few breaths for sure, he thought, though he was hoping she could do it in one. "Here it is," he called, throwing it across the room to her. "Good luck."

She squinted at him. "You don’t think I can do it, do you?"

"I don’t care how big your lungs are, there’s no way you can fill that up in one shot."

She winked at him as she took the beachball up in her hands. "I think you know by now it’s not all about lungs." Her face set in a look of focused determination, she inhaled deeply and exhaled several times. Roger walked over to stand next to her to get a better view. He looked over her shoulder as her chest rose and fell, puffing out a little more each time. Finally, she opened her mouth wide, inhaled, and didn’t stop.

Roger heard the soft rush of air flowing into her as her swimsuit shimmered across her expanding stomach. She was blowing up faster this time, and swelling quickly spread to her breasts. Leslie took in air even faster, her waist and hips pushing outwards as her rapidly developing breasts grew fuller and rounder. She closed her eyes, concentrating on her breathing as she strained to suck in even more. Roger’s jaw dropped when he saw her slender legs plumping up with pressure, then her shoulders started to rise up under the straps of her suit. The silver cloth was stretched skin tight across her now huge breasts, which sat atop a belly that was several times bigger than pregnant. Behind her, the suit was starting to ride up between her enormous buttocks. The sides of the swimsuit began to fail, first with a soft popping of stitches, then a loud rip as her bulging sides burst through.

The rush of air slowed, and a blissful smile spread across her lips as her breath almost finished. She wished Roger weren’t standing behind her so she could see the look on his face. Although she might have been concerned about what devilish thoughts were causing him to grin just a little bit through his gawking astonishment.

She paused for a moment, taking in that last puff of air. I think I might have overdone it this time, she pondered as she took stock of herself. Her body was insanely distended, her new swimsuit ruined by her hugely rounded shape. I’ve never gotten this big before, she thought, but it’ll be worth the effort to see his face when I blow his precious beach ball into little bits.

Her body quivering slightly from the pressure, and barely able to bend her swollen arms, Leslie let a huge gust rise up in her throat as she brought the ball’s valve to her lips. Her eyes snapped open wide in panic as she felt Roger’s hand reach around and cover her mouth. She tried to force her breath back down, but it was too late.

"MMMMFFFFF!!!" She shrieked into his palm. She was so bloated with air she could barely move, much less break free from his grip. Her cheeks puffed out as the torrent of air that she’d captured inside her desperately sought escape. Finding none, it angrily returned from whence it came. Leslie started to swell.

Roger held his hand firmly in place as Leslie continued to bulge out on all sides. The swimsuit held out for only a few more seconds before the last of the seams were ripped apart, the tattered remains falling to the floor. Leslie tried her best to free herself from his grip, but her arms swelled with air and were forced out stiffly from her body. Completely immobile, her entire body trembled as though there were a hurricane raging inside her. Bigger and bigger she grew, her lightly tanned skin stretching out to a shiny tightness. Gradually, the enormous bulges that made up her form began to merge into each other. The canyon of cleavage between her mountainous breasts spread wider and wider as her hills flattened against the vast expanse of her inflating body.

Roger had to step back a bit has Leslie’s growth started to press into him. She was swelling up as well as out, so he had to roll her back a bit to keep his grip. Her arms were being engulfed by the rest of her body, but he could only assume the same was happening to her legs since her massive bulk was blocking much of his view. She was blowing up into a huge globe, now taller than he was. She was fully on her back now, her belly looming over him as he held her head at chest level. Her protruding head and hands were the only indications that he wasn’t simply standing in front of a giant, flesh-colored balloon.

Looking down into her fear-stricken eyes, Roger finally relented. He took his hand away, and was nearly knocked flat by the blast of air that came from Leslie’s mouth. When it stopped, Leslie hadn’t shrunk at all; she remained huge, round, and firm, her absurdly inflated body taking up a good portion of the room. Her taut skin trembled slightly as she drew long, heaving breaths in panic.

"Oh my God," she gasped. "Look what you’ve done to me!"

Roger was awestruck. "Are you alright?" He carefully held his hand out and touched her warm, smooth skin.

"I feel like I’m about to burst," she said softly, closing her eyes. "I’ve never gotten anywhere near this big before."

"How...?" Roger’s voice trailed off, his mind not able to form the question.

But Leslie understood. She opened her eyes and stared intently at him, though her flesh had bulged up around her head so much she could barely turn it. "When I was younger, I played with balloons a lot. I liked blowing them up, making them as big as I could, as fast as I could. I got pretty good at it, too. Practice enough, and you get really strong lungs. But it wasn’t ever good enough for me. I always tried harder, pushed myself farther. Then one day, I was about to blow up a really huge balloon. I took a breath, but when I stopped inhaling I could still feel the air rushing inside me. I just kept getting bigger, and it didn’t stop until I just blew it out. At first I couldn’t control it much. I burst a few outfits before I figured it out." She laughed gently. "It just felt so good. It was like, I’d inflate myself, then pass the air on to the balloon, make it my own private little toy. Guess the tables are turned now." She closed her eyes, and a blissful grin came over her face. She was calming down.

"But how do you deflate now?"

She shook her head. "I don’t know. I’d always just exhale and let all the air out, but it doesn’t look like that’s going to work this time."

Roger rubbed her gently. "Don’t worry, we’ll figure something out."

"In the meantime, could you turn on the heat? I’m getting kinda chilly, and I don’t think any of my clothes’ll fit a three hundred inch waistline."

"Sure." Roger went to adjust the thermostat. Before he went back to Leslie he made sure all of the curtains were drawn. He returned to the living room to find her wiggling her fingers and toes, finding that to be the extent of her range of motion. He still couldn’t quite believe how absolutely enormous she was. Her belly rose several feet above his head at its highest point, leaving only a couple of feet between her and the ceiling. The tanlines she’d gotten that afternoon were now stretched across her, forming vast arcs over her body. As he walked around her, he noticed her comically distorted nipple. Stretched out to the size of a frisbee, its dark pink gradually faded to her normal skin tone at the edges, a swollen nub timidly poking up from its center.

"How do you feel?"

"A little bloated," she giggled. "How do you think it feels to get blown up?"

He walked around until he could see her head. "So...what now?"

"Hey, you’re the one who got me into this fix in the first place. Didn’t you have a plan?" She glared at him for a moment before breaking into a smile at the awestruck expression that still held Roger’s face. "I don’t think I’m stuck this way, if that’s what you’re worried about. I hope the air just leaks out on its own. If I’m still this big in the morning then we might have some serious problems, but for now I guess I’ll have to just hang out in your living room."

"Well, I can’t have you spending the night out here alone," he said. "Hold on."

"Not like I can go anywhere," Leslie muttered as Roger started moving furniture around. He took a pair of couches and formed a ’V’ with them at her feet. "What you doing?" she called to him.

"Just watch." He gently rolled her forward towards the couches, then propped his armchair against her. "This should keep you from rolling," he said.

"Why should I be worried about rolling?" Though she wasn’t fully upright, her head was higher up now, so she had to strain to turn around and look at Roger below. He was stripping down to his boxers.

"You shouldn’t. I just didn’t want to fall off when I tried this."

She scowled at him. "Hey there, don’t you even think about that at a time like --"

"Don’t worry," he laughed, though the idea had occurred to him. What would it be like to make love to this giant balloon woman? "I’m just going to keep you company up there." He stepped up onto one of the couches and carefully climbed onto Leslie’s swollen body.

"Hey! Be careful whhhoooaaahhh!"

Roger’s weight slowly sank into her, the pressure causing her to flatten slightly. She felt her hands and feet begin to plump up as the displaced air was forced outward. As Roger put his full weight onto her belly, Leslie felt the pressure rise slowly up her neck, filling out her face until she had to squint over her swollen cheeks. He reached the top, being careful not to bump his head on the ceiling, and brought himself face to face with her.

"See," he smiled. "Now I’ve got a nice soft cushion to sleep on."

"Just make sure you don’t pop your new toy, mister." Her voice was slightly muffled by her overly plump lips.

"Oh, don’t worry. I’ll play nice." He leaned in and kissed her delightfully full lips and nuzzled up against her face. He started to laugh.

"What’s so funny?"

"I’ve just never had a girlfriend I could use as a cushion before." He snuggled up to her a bit more, settling in to sleep, listening to the soft rise and fall of Leslie’s breath echoing through her body.

"I should smack you upside the head," she said, smiling. I guess it’s not so bad. Leslie still wasn’t sure how or even if she’d get back to normal, but for the time being she just closed her eyes, gently rubbing her cheek against Roger’s. She sighed. She’d worry about it in the morning.