Brenda-ball

It was a big, rambling three bedroom, three bath house. In the center was a huge open area with a vaulted ceiling that contained a living room, kitchen, and dining room. I fell in love with it immediately. But there was no way I could afford the rent by myself. If only I could get some roommates... I thought.

After making some inquiries at work, I found two girls about my age who were amenable to sharing a house with me. One was named Shelly, who I kind of knew, and got along with well enough. The other was named Brenda. I didn't know her much. Only by reputation..."She's really fun to be around," was the general consensus.

Things worked out well, initially. Shelly and I really clicked. We became almost like sisters.

Brenda, on the other hand...

To give the devil her due, Brenda was conscientious about paying her share of the bills. Shelly and I loved her for that. But she seemed to think that by giving us money it elevated her to the level of Queen of the Castle. As if chipping in for rent and utilities didn't just get her a roof over her head. In her mind, apparently, it also bought her two maids: me and Shelly. We were tacitly expected to cook and clean for her lordship.

If that wasn't enough, Brenda was predisposed to throw parties at the drop of a hat. Weekdays, weekends, holidays, it was all the same to Brenda. Many a time I would be soaking in a nice hot bath, trying to relax from a hard day at work, when a loud pulsing, thumping noise from the great room would interrupt my solitude. Another epic Brenda blow-out would be underway. Usually with an unruly mob of crazed banshees, judging from the amount of carnage they left behind. Which Shelly and I would be expected to clean up. Naturally.

The morning after her latest party found the three of us playing our usual parts: Shelly, garbage bag in tow, policing up all the trash. Me, stripping apart and cleaning the vacuum cleaner, since it had encountered a mess beyond its capacity to handle. And Brenda, splayed out on the couch in a t-shirt and panties, "recovering" from her hosting duties from the previous night.

For probably the umpteenth time, Shelly asked, "Brenda, could you give us a hand with the cleaning?" Shelly, bless her, doesn't seem to know the meaning of the word 'futility'.

"Not part of my job description around here," Brenda stretched and yawned. "Hosting parties is my job. Cleaning up afterwards is yours. I think its been working out quite well so far, don't you?"

Now that really chapped my ass. Brenda was definitely the most popular of our trio, but that didn't give her carte blanche to treat us like servant girls. It was time to take her down a notch.

As Shelly dragged her garbage bag past me, I grabbed her arm and pulled her in close. "Go back over to Brenda," I whispered. "Hold her arms down. Its time we teach her a lesson in humility."

Shelly grinned and nodded. She silently crept back to the couch. I followed in her wake, carefully carrying the vacuum cleaner. I clicked the switch on the side of it to "reverse". As Shelly grabbed Brenda's wrists and pulled them back over her head, I jumped on top of her. Lighting quick, I jammed the plastic nozzle into her mouth and flicked on the vacuum. Brenda's eyes opened wide in shock as air rushed into her. "Mmmpphh?"

Already I could feel her belly start to expand. "You know, you really have an inflated ego Brenda," I sneered. "Maybe its time you had a body to go along with it."

Brenda thrashed her head around in an attempt to dislodge the nozzle, but I held it in tight. Her stomach swelled larger and larger. Her face twisted in panic. "Awww, what's the matter Brenda? I thought you liked being the center of attention. Right now, you have Shelly and mine's complete and undivided attention!"

Shelly stared at Brenda's ever expanding belly in wonder. "Whoa!" she exclaimed. "I didn't know you could do that! This is so cool!"

Brenda's skimpy T-shirt rode up higher and higher on her as she inflated. Her pink panties, meanwhile, were pushed farther and farther down. That was probably for the best, since her tight butt was now beginning to expand as well. It was starting to lift her midsection upward. I was having a hard time staying perched on her legs while keeping the nozzle in her mouth. I was being pushed up away from her.

Eventually the air made its way into her back, and her torso became more spherical. Rounder and rounder she grew.

I was flabbergasted. This sort of revenge had come to me on a whim. I didn't know what would happen. But now my curiosity was piqued. How big will she get? I wondered.

Brenda's limbs seemed be absorbed by her body as she inflated. By the time her globular body had reached her knees and elbows, I told Shelly, "Take the hose. I can't hold on any longer."

Shelly released her grip on Brenda's wrists and grabbed the vacuum hose. Brenda flailed her arms in vain, trying to dislodge the hose, but it was no use. She couldn't bend her arms anymore. I slid off of her expanding body. I grabbed her ankles to keep her from kicking herself off the couch. Her panties continued their slow march towards me as her inflating torso pushed them farther downwards.

By the time her orb-like body reached her wrists and ankles, I turned off the vacuum. Her taught skin creaked and squeeked from the air pressure within her. She was nearly half a dozen feet in diameter. Her useless panties were scrunched at her feet. Brenda's t-shirt was stretched tightly around her upper hemisphere. Her boobs seemed to have disappeared into her round body. She was just a large balloon, with head, hands, and feet.

Shelly removed the hose from Brenda's mouth. "What have you done to me?" Brandy wailed.

I was awestruck by the enormity that was Brenda. Out of curiosity, I grabbed her two widely seperated feet and tried to lift her. To my surprise, she hardly weighed anything at all! I lifted her right off the couch. With just a quick flex of my fingers, I propelled her into the air.

"This is just unbelievable!" I gasped.

"EEEEKKKK!" squealed Brenda.

Shelly just gaped, dumbfounded.

As Brenda floated down, I gave her a playful slap and launched her over to Shelly. She spun slightly as she arced towards Shelly. Reflexively, Shelly batted her back to me. I grinned, and motioned Shelly to get behind the couch. She did, and we started a game of indoor volleyball, with Brenda as our ball.

I gave our Brenda-ball a light finger-push back towards the couch as I retreated back behind the coffee table. Shelly positioned herself squarely behind the couch, and returned my 'serve'. Brenda's body made a "blap" sound as Shelly smacked her with her palm.

Shelly giggled. "This is fun! What should we call this game?"

"I dunno," I said, as I watched Brenda float down towards me. "How about Brenda-ball?" *BLAP* I returned Shelly's volley and sent Brenda back to her.

"Yeah! Brenda-ball! We should have another party, and have everybody play this! It'll be a big hit!" *BLAP* Shelly slapped Brenda back to me.

"What???!!!" gasped Brenda.

"C'mon Brenda, it'll be fun! And you'll still be the life of the party. Moreso, I'll wager," I said. *BLAP* I sent her back to Shelly.

"Ooooo! Ooooo! I know!" Shelly squealed excitedly. "We could take her to a concert, and throw her into the crowd!" *BLAP*

I smiled at that mental image as Brenda sailed over to me. "You wouldn't dare!" Brenda exclaimed.

"The only problem with that.." I began, *BLAP* "...is that we'd never get her back. We'd have to go look for another roommate to help pay the bills."

Shelly pondered this as she watched Brenda float towards her. "We could always sell her to a sex shop," *BLAP* "Y'know, as some sort of new inflatable sex doll?"

"Nooooo!" Brenda shrieked.

"That would just get us a one-time payment," I countered. *BLAP* "We need a perpetual source of monthly income"

"We could rent her out as an advertising gimmick," *BLAP* "like what they do for new store openings and whatnot."

Brenda let out an unintelligible, high-pitched wail.

"Now you're talking, Shelly! That could work!" I said enthusiastically. *BLAP* "Companies would pay serious money for that kind of advertising, I'll bet."

Shelly watched Brenda slowly float down towards her. In a flash, she lept up, her right arm held straight above.

"SPIKE!" Shelly yelled, swinging her right arm straight down into Brenda, propelling her violently downwards into the coffee table. Brenda screamed as she bounced off the edge of the coffee table and ricocheted into the kitchen.

"Match point, I win," declared Shelly as she did a little victory dance. "Oh, yeah! Who's the Brenda-ball master? This chica, right here!"

"Doesn't count unless she hits the floor," I protested.

"No fair! There's hardly enough empty space in here for her to touch the floor."

"Thus, the challenge of Brenda-ball. It is not a game for rank amatures. It requires skill and finesse."

Brenda shrieked. She was wedged between the refrigerator and the island in the center of the kitchen. Her hands and feet flapped mightily, to what purpose was unclear.

I calmly walked over to Brenda. I knelt down underneath her, and pushed upwards. She popped out of her trap with a stretchy squeek. As her momentum carried her upward, I grabbed her hair so her head stayed at my level. I locked eyes with her. I was deadly serious now.

"Are you going to help us with the housework from now on?" I asked in a frosty tone.

"Yes..." she blubbered.

"No more parties, without asking us first?"

"Promise," she sniffled.

"We'll just see about that," I said. I lifted her up out of the kitchen and tossed her towards the couch. She floated gently down, eventually resting on top of the couch and coffee table. I motioned for Shelly to retrieve the hose while I bent down and switched the vacuum cleaner back to 'suction'.

"Open wide," Shelly coaxed. Brenda complied, and Shelly stuck the hose in her mouth. I hit the on switch, and Brenda began to deflate. Her limbs started to reappear. When she deflated to the point of just looking like a pregnant woman...in her ninth month...with quintuplets...I switched off the vacuum.

"What? Hey, why'd you stop? You said you'd make me normal again." Brenda demanded.

"I just want to test your sincerity," I said sweetly. "Help us clean up your mess from your party, and we'll bring you back to normal."

Its amazing how quickly a house can get cleaned up when you have an extra person who is well motivated helping you.