New Year's Party

Mistress wanted to throw a New Year's party, so she sent me out to get some party balloons. "Don't just go to the drug store and get some ordinary balloons. Get something unique. Go to Anne's party store. She has a huge variety of balloons. Plus, she knows me so she'll cut you a pretty good deal."

With my marching orders in hand, I proceeded down to Anne's store. From the outside it looked like a pretty good sized building, but as I walked in the front door the shop itself was fairly average sized. Various party paraphanalia was on the shelves. And yes, a variety of helium filled balloons floated in strategic locations throughout the store.

Behind the checkout counter was a petite young asian woman. She glanced up from some paperwork she was looking at as I entered the store and asked, "May I help you?"

"Ah, yes. I'm here to get some balloons for a New Year's party." I explained

"Well, you've certainly come to the right place," she said. "We've got it all. Rubber, mylar, small, big, air-filled, helium filled, a little or a lot. What are you looking for?"

"Something unique, I guess."

She tilted her head and arched an eyebrow as if to say: Can you be a little more specific than that?

"Um, I'm not throwing the party my..." Mistress "...roomate is. She was rather vague on what she wanted. Something out of the ordinary is what I gathered. She said to come down here because you have a huge selection. And you might be able to cut us a good deal"

A flicker of understanding seemed to cross her face. "Oh, you wouldn't be Brandi by any chance would you?"

My head snapped back in surprise. "Why, yes. How did you know?"

"Your...roomate called ahead to say you'd be stopping by. I think I know what she wants." She walked over to the door that was behind her and motioned me to follow her. "We keep the specialty items in the storeroom in back."

I followed her through the door. "Storeroom" was something of a misnomer. "Warehouse" would be more descriptive. A huge room filled with shelves of supplies lay before us. Towards the back an open area with something like a workbench and equipment layed exposed. The counter girl strode puposefully towards it. As we got closer to it, I observed a lot of shapes floating above it. The shapes soon revealed themselves to be balloons. Big balloons, with long tethers of string hanging down beneath them. Cartoon characters, geometric shapes of both familiar and wierd varieties greeted me. I was awestruck by all the different variations of balloons they had.

"Whoa," I gasped.

My guide glanced back and smiled. "Yeah, its amazing what they can do with balloons these days. I think we can find something that will work for you."

As we arrived at what I perceived as the "balloon area", I noticed a collection of at least a dozen huge round balloons floating high to my right. They were at least six to eight feet in diameter. I thought it odd that simple spherical balloons would be among this wild collection. I could see that they were of different colors. Flesh tones, strangely enough. They ran the gamut from alabaster, to tan, to caramel, to mocha. Intrigued, I went over to take a closer look. They rotated as they floated, propelled by some capricious air current. The one closest to me had a peculiar crease running up from the bottom of it to half way up it's side. As the one next to it slowly rotated around, I noticed it had two enormous orbs protruding from it's upper hemisphere. A darker color circle was centered on each orb. In the middle of each circle, a cylindrical button poked out. It's lower hemisphere had a smaller crease in it than the first balloon, flanked on either side by what looked like puffy oblong blisters. Four dimples, two upper and two lower, were arranged symetrically around the sides of the sphere. Slowly, I realized what I was looking at.

"They're...they're balloon characatures of girls?" I stammered.

"Something like that, yeah."

I whipped around to look at my guide. "Isn't that sort of...I don't know...pornographic?"

Shrugging, she said, "Not all of our clients are hosting a kid's birthday party. Different strokes for different folks, you know. People request, we provide. No questions asked."

I looked back at the collection of naked balloon girls, fascinated. "Where do you get them from? Who makes them?"

"We make them right here," she said, proudly.

"Cut it out," I snorted. "You make something like that here?"

"Its not as complicated as you might think. Come here, I'll show you."

She led me back to the workbench area. Piles of tether string lay heaped on the workbench. Clusters of helium bottles with hoses dangling were arranged nearby.

She extracted a tether from the pile of string and held it high. "First, we need some twine to secure the balloon, since we don't want it floating away from us," she explained. "Next, of course, we need helium to inflate the balloon," she said, as she grabbed the valve of the nearest helium cylinder and opened it. "Then, we need a suitable balloon." Suddenly, she dropped into a three point stance as she violently swept her left leg underneath my feet. I fell backwards as my legs were cut out from underneath me. Lightning quick, she jumped on top of my chest, her bent legs pinning my arms to the floor. She grabbed the helium hose and shoved it deep into my mouth, which had reflexively opened as the breath was knocked out of me when I hit the floor. Pressurized helium rushed into my body. It quickly shot into my extremities. My limbs grew stiff from the pressure, making it impossible for me to bend my arms or legs. Asian chick leaned back and continued, "At this point we attach the tether, to the ankle usually, before the balloon inflates fully." I could feel twine being tied around my right ankle. My eyes opened wide in shock as the full import of what she was saying finally registered with me. She was going to turn me into one of those girl balloons!

I could feel my breasts start to expand with helium. They rapidly grew to the size of cantalopes, straining my blouse and bra. I felt my butt start to swell as well. Confident that I was unable to stop my inflation, asian girl rolled off of me. She leaned over me and cooed: "This is the part I love best. Seeing hot girls like you inflate into party balloons." I swear her right hand had migrated down to her crotch. "Those other girls are part of your Mistresses order. But you are to be her centerpiece." She started to breath heavily as her hand rubbed her crotch.

I felt my belly start to inflate, as well as my thighs. My tight jeans grew even tighter. Soon, the seams began to split with a loud ripping noise as they couldn't contain my rapidly expanding flesh. The buttons on my blouse started to pop off, one by one. My bra straps cut painfully into me as my boobs grew to the size of basketballs. My back arched off the floor as my rapidly inflating ass ripped through the seat of my pants. My panties rode up into my buttcrack, transforming itself into a thong and eventually into a g-string. The waistband of my pants split at mutiple points and fell away as my belly grew larger and larger. I felt myself start to lift off of the floor. My body started to become more spherical. I felt my thighs and arms stretch wide and slowly be incorporated into my expanding globular body. My overstressed bra gave up the ghost with a loud *SNAP* as it shot off of me. My enormous boobs jiggled with their newfound freedom. My freakishly large nipples poked out proudly.

"Yes, yes, keep growing! You're going to be magnificent!" Asian girl was furiously rubbing her love button.

The waistband of my panties finally failed, but my overly large ass-cheeks kept it from falling to the floor. It was permanently wedged in my buttcrack. My backside continued to lift off of the floor. Soon I was upside down, facing the floor, with my now puffy lips firmly attached to the helium hose. It was the only thing keeping me from floating to the ceiling. My body started to creak and groan from the pressure building within me. My skin was stretched as tight as a snare drum. Oh my god!!! Was I going to pop???

The relentless stream of helium began to slacken, and slowly fade. Sensing that the helium bottle was spent, asian chick yanked the hose from my mouth. I floated upward to join the other girl-balloons. As I rose to their level, I could see their bloated faces just poking out of their enormous round torsos. Although they didn't speak, their expressions seemed to say: "You can't do anything. Just relax and enjoy your problem."

Beneath me I heard asian girl talking into what I assumed was her cell phone. "Mistress? I got your last balloon inflated. She's absolutely gorgeous. What? You need one more...? Well, we aim to please...just come on in when you're ready, the door is unlocked." I heard the squeek of another helium valve being opened, and the unmistakable sound of human flesh being inflated.

I guess asian chick is going to join our party.