Inflating Under the Influence

Claire has had an interesting night.

Jennifer and one of her friends, Rachel, convinced Claire to go out to a pub with them. Well, it didn't take much convincing honestly...as soon as the word bar was uttered, they couldn't finish pronouncing it by the time Claire had gotten her coat on. After a brief period of discussion, they decided to hit the good ol' Wallace Tavern and Grill.

The night started out slowly, the girls ordering their first round of drinks and snacks, getting the usual stares from the male patrons, and some female ones. Now, Claire undergoes a miraculous transformation as she drinks. The more ale she downs, the less cynical and spiteful she gets, and the more giggly and playful she gets. Over the course of an hour and a half, she had put away at least ten pints of beer, both Jennifer and Rachel trying to get her to slow down. Claire wouldn't have it, heading to the bar to get a drink herself, visibly staggering and swaying as she asked for a bloody mary.

"Yo! Barkeep...Imma...have a...blo...blu...bloody mary! That's it!" She asks, the bartender sighing and starting to work on the cocktail, a man walking up to Claire with a sly smile on his face...trouble if you ever saw it. "Hey there beautiful...how about I cover that drink for you..." The young man announces his presence, Claire looking up at him...completely smashed, but not so far gone that she couldn't notice the creep's hand roaming up and down her rear. Claire was playful and giggly with her friends when shit faced, but her tolerance for assholes remained the same. "So, how abou-PRRRGH!" The 'gentleman' was floored by a powerful uppercut from the intoxicated girl, Claire leaping onto him and beating the living, and dead, daylights out of him. "Get her the fuck off of me!!! Help!" The guy screamed, the bouncers hesitating a little before starting to pull Claire off, the woman thrashing like a wild beast, one bouncer nearly losing an eye. They shoved her to the side, Jennifer trying to calm her down, holding her back as Claire fired off a string of swearing at the pervert, the man having suffered a broken nose, and several lumps and bruises all over his face. "You fuckin' wanker! Remembah tha' pain tha' next time you want ta feel up a girl!" She screams at him, Jennifer dragging her outside, apologizing profusely to the frightened bouncers.

"Come on, Claire...I'll take you home..." Jennifer whispered, Claire hanging off of her shoulder. "*hic*...I...wuv...yoo..." Claire answers, Jennifer blushing as Rachel catches up to them. "Holy hell, did you see what she did to that poor bastard? His face looked like a Picasso painting...a BAD one!" She laughed, Jennifer sighing as they walked up the steps to Claire's apartment, the wasted girl spouting sweet nothings at her best friend. "Fuck! I forgot my purse at the bar...Rachel, watch her and make sure she doesn't do anything silly...or dangerous..." Jennifer said, hastily going back down the stairs, the tavern a good half hour walk.

Rachel turned, eyes twitching as she witnessed Claire fall onto her back, bursts of laughter escaping her. "Goodness...she's thrashed out of her mind...Hmm!" Rachel gets a wicked, perverted idea. She brushed some of her blond hair out of her eyes, whistling at Claire to get her attention. Claire looked up, Rachel twirling around and bending over...teasing Claire and slowly lowering her jeans, mooning her. "Like what you see..." Rachel taunted, Claire nodding slowly, the blond woman wiggling her rear at her.

Rachel loved exposing herself, but she didn't count on one thing...Claire was far more perverted than that. While Rachel's butt was turned to her, Claire crawled over and slid one of her many helium tanks out from under her couch. "Huh...do you? You know you want meeeeEEEE?! EEEEK!" Rachel shrieked, looking back and noticing Claire had shoved something up her ass and was holding it there. More alarming was the sensation her posterior was experiencing, Claire having turned the tank on full blast in her drunken trance. Rachel flailed, trying to tug at the nozzle, grunting as her ballooning gut caused her breasts to shove up into her face. "I'm not a balloon you twit! Pull it out!" She screamed, slightly muffled from the face full of tit she was getting, Claire shaking her head. "N-nuh uh! You're gonna be a balloon!" Claire said, bursting into a gigglefit and falling back. Rachel tried to use the change to tug the hose out, but found her arm unable to reach her humongous ass. She continued flailing, the occasional squeaky poot escaping past the nozzle in her rump.

Rachel wobbled a little, trying to reach the phone, but found her entire body getting poofier and bloated, her expanding tits muffling her anytime she tried to speak. "Hrmph! Mmmph!" Her clothes put up a marvelous fight, but it was futile, her jeans snapping down the seams and her top and bra blowing off with an incredibly loud bang. She became buoyant, floating up against the ceiling with the hose painfully tugging as she drifted about. Rachel's confusion and alarm were replaced by fear as she began to lose all mobility, feeling the gas fill her up entirely, even her finger tips feeling puffed up. Claire sat there and laughed, pointing at her before the hissing noise from the tank ceased. "Aww! Empty...*BELCH* Hehehehehe!" Claire exclaimed, Rachel's cheeks comically puffed up, her arms and legs not quite absorbed, but entirely immobile. She looked like a ridiculously bloated love doll, Claire painfully yanking the nozzle out...just in time for Jennifer to return.

"Rachel! What the bloody hell happened?!" Jennifer exclaimed, surveying the room. Claire was still giggling madly on the floor, the empty canister beside her. Meanwhile, Rachel was floating around the apartment helplessly, Rachel pulling her down. "...*BELCH!*..." Claire let one rip, finally passing out and falling back as Jennifer pulled Rachel down. "Oi...my head hurts....I'll deflate you in the morning..." Jennifer rubbed her eyes, tying Rachel down in the living room and turning in.

When morning came, Claire, despite a hangover from hell, assisted Jennifer in deflating their friend. Rachel trembled as the two explained everything to her, calming her down in the process. "So...you go about blowing girls up like balloons, and letting them float away?" She asked, wearing some of Claire's spare clothing. "That's right...are you in, or not?" Claire asked, a sly smile spreading across Rachel's face...