Personal Parade

My friend Chrissy is great. She's all the fun you could ever ask for. We've known each other for awhile now and came close to dating. I'm a skinny guy and she's a very big girl--three hundred and eighty pounds of girl. That's the reasoning we've never gone out I'm guessing? I'm a fan of the larger women, but she doesn't know that. Anyway, this is the day, we find out a lot about each other we didn't previously know.

One afternoon while hanging out at my house, she decides she wants try some extreme house sports. Being that I'm a crazy individual of course, I want to do it.

"What are you thinking?" I ask.

"How about extreme sledding down the staircase?" She replies.

"Cheyah!" I exclaim.

Mind you, my staircase is very long and curvy. We run up the stairs to grab sleds. At the top, she stops jiggling and catches her breath.

"I really need to lose some fat," she says.

I don't reply. We go into the room and grab a toboggan and a saucer. I decide to take the saucer after she realizes it's too small for her big butt. She goes down first, crashing into the wall at the bottom. I laugh and head down spinning every which way until I collide with her. Once again, we trudge up the stairs. This repeats for 15 mintues of sledding and crashing and even a broken vase.

"I'm starting to get bored," she says.

"Ok, one more run though?" I reply.

She agrees and we trudge up the staircase for the last time. I go first this time. I hit the bannister a few times and crash into the wall and fall of the sled onto the floor. I take a few moments to regain myself. Looking up I see a tobaggon above me and the only I can do is get half of the word crap out before it crashes upon me.

"Deke? Oh my god!" she exclaims.

I hurt all over and feel strange. I try to get up, but I can't. Are my legs broken? What's wrong? I want to look around, but I can't bring my eyes even to her level.

"Did you get taller, Chrissy?" I ask.

"Um no, you got smaller and flatter, like a.....disc." she replies nervously.

"WHOA! What are we gonna do?!?" I exclaim.

"Hang on, I have an idea," she says and runs into another room.

She comes back with a portable air compressor.

"You're gonna blow me up?!?" I shout.

"What else can I do? It works in cartoons," she says.

"Cartoons? This is real!" I scream.

She stuffs a hose into my mouth and holds my nose and turns the air on. Nothing happens.

"Hang on, Deke," she calmly coos.

After some passing moments, I feel pressure inside and I begin expanding back into shape. She jumps for joy. I'm gonna be ok! She doesn't stop, though. I'm getting larger and larger. She smiles and looks at my expanding body. I look like an overstuffed man and I'm still inflating.Bigger and bigger I grow, testing the limits of my sweats and tee. I can't get out any words to tell her to stop. I'm completely at her mercy, but strangely enjoying it. By the look on her face, she enjoys it, too. I expand until my tee bursts off me revealing a taut big belly. My arms look like overstuffed sausages. How big will she make me? I don't know how much more I can take. RRRIIIIIPPPPPPP! And my sweats are no more. I'm a big blimp with thong underwear on.

She shuts off the compressor and ties string to my hands and toes. She walks off leaving me on the floor, rounded and helpless. Chrissy returns with a different tank from my garage. She hooks this up to me and I beign to fill with helium. I've started to float off the ground now and grown a bit bigger making my underwear even tighter. The hose is yanked out of my mouth and she takes hold of the strings.

"Hey, up there blimp-boy," she giggles.

"Why did you do this?" I ask in a squeaky voice.

"Why do you think my boyfriends never last? I blow them up too big and they pop. You're different, I like you. You make a sexy blimp," she explains.

"Thank you, I think you're gorgeous and would love to be down there with you right now," I say and smile.

"Soon enough blimp-boy, I'm having some fun still," she quipped.

She strolled over to the stereo and put band music and walked around the hose with me like I was a Macy's Day parade float. After she was done, she pulled me down let the air out of me. All in all, it was a fun day with Chrissy and I hope to have another like it again...just not so painful in the beginning.