Hello everyone. Got a hypothetical question for you, what if inflation was completely 100% possible to the full degree that we all fanticise? While it's all good with the inflation stories, many of them do not model any real life cenario. So, if inflation was possible to the full degree, how would you manage your daily life + inflation?
What if it were real
Unfortunately, I'd be torn between living my dream (popping) and not wanting to have my parents lose another child. I guess I'd have to wait until they kicked off or were senile or something.
Once they were out of the picture, though, all bets are off: Alec is going ka-boom. Preferably arranged by my girlfriend, if she's up to it (girlfriends usually are in the stories, so why wouldn't she be?). But if not, I'd go to some private place, plug a hose in a socket, and let the air or helium flow and flow until I blow.
I'll say this Dsmitz, I would never be able to get any work done ever again!
So many sexy women to inflate... so little time!
Alec: Just sayin though, if it were real, then popping would = suicide. Would that last rush of pleasure as you inflate to your body's limits be worth your whole life?
Well, technically it would be that way, unless with that power comes a supernatural Healing Factor that can repair the body for you.
As for me, I would find a nice lady who'd share this fetish with me, and have the ability to do so. We'd be able to spend many a night with me resting against her inflated body, snuggling comfortably.
Bonus points if she loves wearing really long dresses (or Snuggies) with the inflation.
I'd inflate strange guys I had no connection to. Just as I don't like inflation occurring to any fictional character who wasn't written to inflate, I wouldn't want to inflate any guys I knew unless they really wanted to be.
Unfortunately, I'd be torn between living my dream (popping) and not wanting to have my parents lose another child. I guess I'd have to wait until they kicked off or were senile or something.Once they were out of the picture, though, all bets are off: Alec is going ka-boom. Preferably arranged by my girlfriend, if she's up to it (girlfriends usually are in the stories, so why wouldn't she be?). But if not, I'd go to some private place, plug a hose in a socket, and let the air or helium flow and flow until I blow.
Dunno if I'd want to do that; it depends on just how big I'd be before I'd pop. That would be the deciding factor on whether or not I'd explode, I'd want to go big. Otherwise, I guess I'd just inflate and enjoy it.
oh man, if the best fantasies in my head could become reality, i'd be a danger to everyone in my town. i would blow up and up and up until i've completely smothered the city underneath me. but perhaps there was no limit to the stretch. then i would get even worse and i would continue to grow and grow to become bigger than the world or more!
but... if there was limitations to inflation size like lets say becoming huge and reaching a maximum diameter of say 20-30ft before theres any danger or harm. i'd be plenty happy blowing up myself and women who were ok with the idea of blowing up like a balloon!
but i'd just continue to work at trying to get just alittle bit bigger each time so i could increase the size over time.
If it were an possibility than I would definitely inflate my girlfriend if I could get one.
Hell, I'd probably inflate myself along with her from time to time :D
oh man, if the best fantasies in my head could become reality, i'd be a danger to everyone in my town. i would blow up and up and up until i've completely smothered the city underneath me. but perhaps there was no limit to the stretch. then i would get even worse and i would continue to grow and grow to become bigger than the world or more!but... if there was limitations to inflation size like lets say becoming huge and reaching a maximum diameter of say 20-30ft before theres any danger or harm. i'd be plenty happy blowing up myself and women who were ok with the idea of blowing up like a balloon!
but i'd just continue to work at trying to get just alittle bit bigger each time so i could increase the size over time.
Best of all would be if my body made started to make tell-tale sounds so that I'd know when I was nearing my danger limit. Then every time there after I'd try to make it larger and larger.
Alec: Just sayin though, if it were real, then popping would = suicide. Would that last rush of pleasure as you inflate to your body's limits be worth your whole life?
Yep. My feeling is, we're all gonna punch out one day anyway; better to live out my dream than, say, die drooling in a nursing home. Who's to say I wouldn't die in a bus accident tomorrow? Then I wouldn't even have had the choice as to how to go. I don't think of it as giving anything up as much as getting a fair exchange.
Better to go out with a BANG on one's own terms and attain the end we dream of then miss the opportunity. Glad I caught this message, as I didn't notice other popping comments aside from my own. Bigger is better, and going BOOM is the way to go for me, too. Thanks for posting, Alec.
I've mentioned this before. I have had the thought that if i was ever diagnosed with a terminal illness, i would do this. Only then though. I couldn't honestly say that i really would, but that thought helps conquer the fear of death.
It's not going to happen any time soon because my life is fantastic!
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This thread has gotten dark in a hurry. I wouldn't be comfortable with popping if it meant death. But if popping were the equivalent of springing a leak that could be mended/heal, that's an interesting concept to me.
Think of it like drinking: You can drink yourself to death, but most people simply pass out and recover with time. Inflation hangovers, I can handle.
popping IS like springing a leak and passing out with excitement.
Alec et al, you need a therapist.
But if popping were the equivalent of springing a leak that could be mended/heal, that's an interesting concept to me.
Genetically modified people who shed their skin periodically by blowing it up with air until it pops. Of course, this might happen unexpectedly somewhere in public...
Sorry, didn't mean to freak anyone out. Don't get me wrong: my life is great and this may be more a strategy to avoid fear of death than an actual serious plan.
It could also be that popping would involve springing a leak. I'm pretty sure air or liquid could be introduced under the skin and imagine that doing that would lead eventually to a little hole out of which it would escape gradually. I must also say that that would really disappoint me if it turned out to be true.
Just suppose that subcutaneous air or saline inflation is not only feasible to a considerable degree but also survivable. I wouldn't recommend trying it but i'm pretty sure it would be, particularly with something like Ringer's Solution at body temperature.
If I'm the only one who had the ability, well, I'd probably inflate myself to a nice hugely pregnant form (and maybe some others just to mix things up) as soon as I get home. Probably wouldn't venture out in public except maybe late at night under the cover of darkness. I'd probably put a lot more effort into finding someone who shared my fetish for a ltr. Of course, I'd probably be paranoid about the person liking me just for my inflating ability than for who I am.
I think fetish clubs would become a hell of a lot better for me. Part of the kink of inflation is 'how far will you go? How fast? How big? and I think most BDSM is about pushing boundaries...
I'd indulge in inflating myself and any (consenting) significant others every chance I got. And hope the world became a place where being inflated was as normal as sunbathing.
I know its a really old post, but screw it anyway, would be fun to share. But if it really became real, I´d get myself some tanks of helium and do some risky things that I´ve always fantasised about. For example have windows open and hope that I don´t float through them. Have a really long rope tied around my waist and have the other end on a pole or tree and soar above the tree tops. Walk around in public while inflating and try to get somewhere indoors before lift off. That is at least some of the things I would do, so yeah.
I'd dress up as one of the male characters from 'The Ski Lodge' stories and try to infalte with hydrogen or something else a little bit dangerous.
Personally, I'd likely spend time enjoying stretching myself daily to greater and broader dimensions. I'd build up my limit until I felt ready for the ultimate thrill, and by that I mean popping myself. I'm a sucker for putting on a show, so I'd make it a swell event with music and me performing a song as I expand. If possible, I'd like a guy to do the honors and poke me with a needle so I explode into scraps. For me, popping is the necessary end to inflation. Again, this is my personal preference, one which I'd hope would be televised and cheered for.
I would likely enjoy it just like I do now -- in private. :)
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