Inflation, Indian Style

– …and IP Education alone is responsible for our teen pops rates. Thank you for your attention.

– Thank you. Any questions?

– Excuse me, – voluptuous young lady slowly stood up, her light chocolate skin and soft accent revealing Indian descent, – but when an amphora becomes watermelon ripe with thunderstorm, her soul is calling to unleash it. How do we prepare our children to confront this temptation and be victorious over it?

– The less young girls know about IPE, the better for them.

– Anymore questions? - chairing lady observed the hall with her deep black eyes, most part of her face covered by a white cloth with golden weaving. A stocky busty blond stood up with dignity.

- Excuse me, how did you make those high quality photos of exploding women?

– With a high-speed camera.

– And how did you find volunteers?

– On a World Wide Challenge.

– Would you like to tell us about it?

– It is world’s biggest, first and only competition of this kind. We almost got into Guinness book – ten women popped in ten minutes, that’s one woman per minute! If only Guinness record expert wasn’t one of them... - The hall responded with laughter, reporter smiled. - Next year we’re doing the Second World Wide Challenge. It’s the coolest pop you can have in this world. Or the coolest view of the pop. Check our website for registration and get your free drink on site.

- I am sorry, I wasn’t aware of this event. How many participants did you have?

- Ten. But we were a talk of the day in the town!

– We really have to round up now, - intervened the chairing lady. - Let’s thank Professor Millet for her brilliant talk and blow out of here, – intervened the chairwoman. – Tomorrow in this room we’ll have a session on pop leftovers. Hmm, rather mysterious subject, don’t you find? In the room B there will be psysiological session including charity performance from the International Inflatics Federation. Also, a workshop of Professor Millet starts at... 8 am?

– Yep. Work-work-work.

– Gosh! If only our volunteers wake up after tonight’s tour. I wish you all a pleasant evening.

People started to leave, but the young Indian didn’t give up – she started shouting: “We will, we will pop you!” Professor Millet, a mid-aged Asian woman, only laughed rising her beautiful face to the bright lamp.

While the elders were leaving and the youngsters sang the popular pop-song professor Millet quietly merged the crowd heading out of the room and to the lifts. She passed the board with upcoming symposia adverts, several tables with books and movies on inflation and a beautifully decorated lobby, but ran right into the voluptuous Indian at the glass door of the hotel.

– Nice question you asked!

– Thank you, Professor.

– Wendy.

– Dr. Shanta Haramourthy. I’m holding a Sunday school for IE.

– No popping?

– Occasional – it is not my field. Would you like to come?

– Sounds good. I’ll be there.

– Then see you tomorrow!

 

Next evening several dozens of women gathered by the ocean a few miles away from the International Airport. They were of all ages, although many were teenagers. Occasional locals and a police officer were watching from the distant dunes. The tides spread the smell of the shells.

– All right, shall we start? It will be another lovely evening indeed, – Dr. Haramourthy smiled at spectators. – I think I have the signatures of all of you, including caretakers. Let’s count once again… Oh, we have two newcomers! Today…

– Pop, Shanta, pop!

– (Shh, Mary, if we all start shouting what a mess it would be.)

– No, Mary has a point here. Oh, I want to pop! I really do, as every single one of us. But am free to pop any time I choose and nobody can decide it for me. And there are things in life, absolutely beautiful things like inflation, I want continued. Today we shall use the gift of tama. Who wants to inflate? – Shanta took a small brown box from her bag.

– I came today and didn’t book a room for the night, – said one woman with a deep low voice. In addition to old dirty jeans she was one of the few who wore just a tshirt and was the only one comfortable in it in the evening breeze. She was tall and robustly built, with shoulders as wide as hips and a noble stature, with large breasts that were curving as much forward from her muscular front as was her back from the line of her spine. She lowered her eyes and locked them on Shanta’s, – give me fourteen.

– That’s too much, I give you one so that you see what is it.

– KVZ-100. Progressive boost, hundred litres per second, thousand pills per unit, biometric seal. NATO’s name “P-24 Choco”. Give me fourteen.

– No! This is Blessed Tama, Gift of Ganesha, not 20-something! And who do you think I am to pop someone I don’t even know!

– Polina, – the tall lady smiled, some emotion similar to amusement passed in her gaze.

– Just give’er what she wants, girl! – Shouted a familiar high-pitched voice from the crowd. Shanta resisted.

– First you tell me why should I pop you and then I might think about it!

Polina lowered her head to the level of small Indian woman and whispered.

– (I wasn’t meant to be here.)

– Bring it on! Show us what you’ve got! – shouted the crowd.

– (Then what are you doing here?)

– (I lost my job because I can’t sleep and get angry at times. I want to stop before I do something.)

– (Everybody has ups and downs, and...)

– Year, you gonna be helpless and we will laugh at you, – shouted another woman, – you will be waiting to blow!!

– (You don’t get it, do you? My husband died on my hands, my friends are all there. I shouldn’t have returned alone!)

Shanta looked into cold steel eyes and saw a fierce burning flame. Even if she didn’t understand a single word, this hidden fury and pain told her everything. She paused to gather all her warmth and tenderness:

– (All right, I will bless you with tama and let Thunderbird carry your rain up, as Ganesha wanted for us, women.)

Polina raised her eyebrow and fetched a small silver cross that was hiding on her neck behind a tiny metal plate.

– (There is only one heaven for everyone, – smiled Shanta, – Don’t look back, the most wonderful thing in the world awaits you.)

Shanta turned to people, - this is tama. It’s effects have been described in Vedas. It’s recipe had been given to us by Gods. – She put her thumb on top of the box, waited for a tiny green light and then opened. Inside there were small oval chocolates.

– Give me, too! – Stepped out a young Black lady with brave and laughing green eyes. She wore a several colorful dresses which tried to conceal her beautiful curves. She made a few steps towards the center of the circle with a grace of wild deer.

– To whom? – Asked Shanta in return holding the sweets for Polina, – To you? Grow up first.

– Give me and I’ll grow up.

– Alright, two as you asked.

– Four!

Shanta started to relax again, seeing some ladies glued to flower dress that slowly inflated at an increasing pace.

– I don’t feel anything, – muttered Polina after the first sweet.

– You want – you push, – teased her Shanta.

– Pray… Until… Something… Happens… – translated Otuo smiling as she closed her eyes. Her face radiated peaceful happiness so powerful that people started to smile just looking at her.

– Most of you know Otuo, she was one of the first to join… eleven years ago? Was it whole eleven?

Otuo slowly nodded, enjoying the swelling of her butt, touching it with her hands. The dresses started to stretch, giving a black girl a perfect shape.

– And today we wish a joyful farewell to our pop tourist, Polina. (You can reconsider – I have antidote. Hello? Do you hear me?)

Polina’s figure first became an ideal hourglass and then started to grow outwards as she continued turning more sidewards, taking sweet by sweet from Shanta’s box, chewing each a few times and then stopping for a short while. Her stops grew longer and inflation pace increased after every one so her bust almost equaled the size of her 3 feet wide butt by the time she took her fourteenth. She shook her head sending waves over a shoulders-long dark-blond hair and motionlessly stared into the space. Deep low sigh of full enjoyment escaped her lips:

– Ooh…

– Ooh? – Otuo raised an eyebrow. Her inflation was different, concentrating mostly on the butt. She started inflating right after putting the first sweet into her mouth, even before swallowing and her curves became spherical almost instantly. She touched her swaying hips here and there as they slowly gave shape to the dress. By the time she swallowed her fourth sweet her tummy and bust joined the inflation. – Ooh? Oooooh-ha-ha, – she parodied Polina’s awkward trample, walking to stand face to face to the tall woman, behind Shanta. Amazingly, Otuo didn’t loose a tiny bit of her grace although her butt rubbed each time she made a step and her figure was quite full by now, outmatching the curves of Shanta. – Ooh? Ha-ha-ha! Ooh?

Shanta smiled shyly, peeking to see the faces of those who gathered for the show. She didn’t see it coming – suddenly Otuo’s and Polina’s eyes met and they made a simultaneous step forward, instantly squeezing Shanta! The crowd laughed to the victorious cry of Otuo as Shanta’s black pants and white raincoat were completely hidden in the soft growing cloth. Both ladies continued growing, with Otuo obviously winning in butt size and shape and Polina – in height. One small step costed her a lot of effort, she was already becoming completely immobile and absolutely helpless, something typical for first timers. Soft waves of swollen balloon women revealed the internal struggle. The breeze carried muffled cries:

– (Fey!.. Fet off fze way, guyfz!.. I’m ftuck!.. Fey!.. Fet off we!..)

The people smiled, a few schoolgirls cheered until someone started shouting:

– Shan-ta! Shan-ta!

A few grown-ups laughed as they also joined the cry. Otuo danced to the rhythm, squeezing poor Indian in between her belly and Polina’s breasts and hips. The ladies shook and agonized in pleasure. Otuo’s soft shape slowed in growing and her beautifully large, round and soft butt, belly and bust allowed her a perfect freedom and grace of movement. Polina was becoming really large, with hips 5 feet wide and breasts 3 feet in diameter (if they wouldn’t be squeezed). Her belly joined inflation and now rapidly grew to the sides trying to match other curves.

– Oof… – came a muffled sound as Otuo and Polina were pushed backwards and massive chocolate of Shanta appeared among colorfully dressed coffee and jeans-n-shirt milk. – I waaant… my space!

– Year! – jumped the schoolgirls.

– Just like the last time, – Otuo shook her head, – I hate your space!

Shanta started wiggling her ass and was quickly free. She was beautiful, her voluptuous shape quickly changing into a rather modest belly, large bust and a huge butt. She continued waddling and dancing around the tall woman, artistically swaying her huge round hips and hitting Polina’s sides from time to time as her white client continued growing and growing. An Indian and black women were behaving like little kids enjoying the party, loving every second of inflating together. So creative, natural and wonderful it was that nobody really questioned “how come” or “why” and nobody answered the question that had never been voiced. Suddenly Otuo asked:

– When… I will pop?

– Not gonna happed, – answered Shanta continuing her dance.

– Liar!.. I will pop!

– Who told you that?

– Just a feeling.

– Your filling is wrong.

In the meanwhile Otuo stopped growing completely and called:

– One more, Shanta.

– Huh? – came for the other side of a blimp Polina has become.

– One more.

– You want this? – She shook the box in the air, stretching her arm and standing at one leg in order for Otuo to see it. The sweets hit the walls of the box three times.

– One more.

– Get it from me!

Shanta tried to run but her shorter and more bloated legs betrayed her and with a melodic cry she fell on her rounded front. Otuo dropped from above, her belly bouncing from Shanta’s ass, as both inflated women struggled for the box. For once it seemed Shanta was winning because she was stronger and easily kept both hands of Otuo trapped between her swollen hips. But the box dropped into the vast deeps of her breasts and Otuo dived there head first instantly breaking Indian’s resistance – waves of pleasure shook Shanta as she moaned sweetly.

– Aaah…

Reaching for Shanta’s passive hand, Otuo pressed it to the box and the lid clicked open again. She took several sweets:

– One for me. And one for you.

– Ooohh…

– And ooone for mee… And one for you.

– Aaahh…

– And one for meee… Oooh… And for you…

– Eeh…. Enh-ahh…

– Aand… one… for meee…

– Enh…aff…

– Aaa…nd… for you…

– Eeih…

– Aaand…

– Eight… Eight…

– For mee…

– Stooop… Nooo…

– Aaand… Oone… for youuu…

– Oootuo…

– Shaanta…

The two women were swelling rapidly, rubbing each other and exploring each others body freely, Shanta was on top as a relatively smaller and softer one. Both had rotund bellies, tremendous hips and huge breasts. The body of Otuo was gradually getting more round and tight, the globular shapes rising off the ground. Her friend kissed the drum of her belly with all her tenderness.

Two friends looked at each other and Shanta rolled her bloating spheres to touch the lips of the black girl. Suddenly a straining noise broke the moans – and silence fell.

– Ooh… What? – Smiled Otuo.

Shanta sat on the ground, keeping her bloated hands near the belly of her friend, afraid to touch.

– BANG! – Cried Otuo with terrible eyes, making Shanta jump, – ah–ha–ha! – She laughed, sending waves over her creaking body. – Come on… you ate a lemon… or what?

– I’ll miss you.

– That’s how Iiii… I know we’ll meet again…

Shanta nodded, and both friends closed their eyes, listening to creaking. Shanta’d lightly leaned on her friend, eyes looking up, putting her left ear to the thin overstretched skin, smelling the light perfume and popping sweat, hearing every creak and feeling a still barely noticeable vibration.

– A boy or a girl?.. – Asked Otuo looking at Shanta’s hands feeling her bursting belly, – Ooh… I know! I’m going to be as big as a bull! Ooh… Iii aaam… (creak) almost a buull! I’m … (creak) a buuulll! (Creak!)

Shanta smiled through happy tears to her friend. That’s why we pop, she thought. That’s how it is meant to be. Straining noises made her roll back from Otuo – the movement looked natural and effortless, but actually required a long practice.

– Bigger… (Creak!!) Than…. (Creak!!!) Aaaa… (CREAK) Buuull…

CREEEAAAK!

 

A minute passed. Otuo opened her eyes:

– Shanta? What are you doing here?! (Creak!!)

A familiar voice chuckled:

– Don’t move… (Tum-tum-rrrr-tum….) Uugh… it will pass…

Afraid to look away from Otuo, Shanta spared a moment to peek on what’s happening in the rest of the world. There was some sort of a sphere, half blue, half white, quietly creaking with pressure, people staring at it.

The sphere of Polina’s body was bigger than that of any balloon woman Shanta has ever encountered personally. There were certainly all kinds of hunter tales of who can do what. Shanta ashamed herself for forgetting the people entirely, however professionally mentioned that they didn’t mind to be forgotten, observing the marvel and retelling each other those very hunter tales. With the nod of her friend, Shanta rolled into standing and waddled closer to the creaking weather blimp.

– Move... aside... Shanta... I pop here! (Creak!!!)

– Stay, too. We’ll teach you how to enjoy inflation, enjoy life!

– Otuo, if you breath in, sne- (CREAK) -eeeeeze… Laaugh… Youu…

CREEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAK!

– PoooOOOO-

 

B O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O O M M ! ! ! ! ! ! !

 

Even at several steps distance, Shanta was pushed aback by denim storm and went rolling on the ground. “Thunderbird’s egg cracking” – came strange name from some grandmother’s fairy-tale, and a memory of a cracked egg’s painted sculpture in the temple of Shiva came to her mind as she was standing up again with ringing in her ears.

– Brilliant! Marvelous! It’s a prize! You have decent guests here, not some foam bubbles! – Out of the crowd came a professor in a simple skirt tied by an intricate belt. She looked back at people, – who’s next? I have a film for one more.

– Professor?

– What a noisy barbarian, don’t you find?

The tiny bits danced in the air as they were carried into the ocean. Shanta looked up in the gray sky. Suddenly the whistle cut the moment and died out – policeman was speeding away. A large group of bikers in black helmets was coming to the sea, black visors covering their faces. Before anyone understood the riders were among them, cornering defenseless people into the sea. A few attempts on resistance were cut short. Obeying the gestures of their leader who found the open box in the sand near Otuo, the black riders forced one sweet into every lady and girl.

– How does this work? – Asked a leader.

Wendy stepped forward, starting to round out:

– One by one, several at once are wasted. Careful, I can pop!

– As a filthy balloon you are! – The leader laughed, rising black visor to the sky.

They inflated, all of them. Mothers staring at children progression in fear, they all swelled wider and fuller. When someone stopped growing, she was forced another sweet – witty professor bought them time, but not salvation. Distraction came suddenly – the black leader noticed a professional camera. He rose it above his head.

– Whose is this?

– Don’t touch! – Wendy swayed her breasts in anger.

– Let’s see… – The leader looked into the last seconds of the recording, then fixed the camera pointing at her and pressed record, – let’s see how much can you hold.

– Aaaa! – Screamed Wendy with mouth shut when more sweets were forced into her than into anyone else. She was searching with hands around her in horror as her body started to swell faster and faster.

– Aha! So you lied to us! – The leader was amused to see a scientist in such agitation and leaned to the camera as Wendy was closing a spherical shape, the intricate belt stretching with her body.

In the meanwhile the rest of the ladies started enjoying the process. Shanta professionally noted that gradually things turned into the right direction, as it always happened when women entered the realm of inflation and popping, regardless of how they came there. She was still growing although at a slow final pace now. Years of experience in feeling the tension, hollowness and stretch told her there is not much room left, she already was as wide as she was tall, her massive shape filled with enjoyment and lust slowly starting to get even larger. A bit wider. And a bit wider… Rounder and rounder, tighter and tighter, thinner and thinner… That was so much fun!

– See you… around… – Shanta looked at her friend and their eyes met.

– See you all around! – Smiled Otuo.

– Everybody shut up!

– All… over…

– Stop at once! Do you know where I am from! (Creak!) – Came the sound from Wendy as spherical scientist’s expansion was filmed on her camera. – You will regret it! You all will regret it!

The riders seemingly enjoyed Wendy swearing with each word making her bigger and closer to her limits. She was probably the only one not loving the moment at all, looking at her camera in anger. Everybody else was moaning, gently and not so gently touching each other, exchanging meaningful looks, betting on who pops firsts, exchanging feelings and chuckling about jokes. Meanwhile the leader stood between the camera and Wendy to give his message. As he was interrupted by creaks and turned his head every time to feel Wendy’s drum-tight belly, the message was short. A few women laughed and shouted something in a melodic language. The leader waived his hand and they were given an extra sweet and took it gladly.

– Now I’m bigger than you all, little people! – Shouted Wendy, her areolas big as plates, her breasts, ass and belly shining with pressure. – (Creak!) I will win Inflatics! I will win World Wide!! I will earn a fortune!!!

The enjoyment of inflation finally caught up with her, and despite or excitement she could not hide a happy smile.

– Anybody speaks one more word… – Quietly stated the leader.

– And youuu (Creak!!) … blow me bigger… – Laughed Wendy.

As a spark of lightning the leader sprang backwards, fitting his entire body into the curvature of the naked steel.

 

B A A A N N N N N N N G ! ! !

 

Wendy exploded in the rain of gray and snow-white scraps!

The leader with a broken helmet rolled back on the sand, his swirling katana continued the arc into the ocean. Very slowly standing up he started taking bloody bits of plastic from his face, then taking a metal belt part and a dozen of teeth out of his mouth, one by one. All ladies were shouting:

– We will, we will, pop you! Good go, Wendy!

– I’m so full and tight, pop me!

– Allah Almighty, here I am...

– I think you guys better leave or we’ll blow you around the world! Ah-ha-ha-ha!

– We are naughty, pop us!

– Lord Jesus, let the thunderstorm… rise me… tooo… your he… heavens, aah! Aah! (Creak!)

– Look, that one hides his helmet in his shoulders!

– Scary? Ooh! Gonna bloow…

– Shut up! – whining notes appeared in the voice of the leader.

The laughter and shouting grew. The confusion started in the group of black helmets. Indeed, what would they do to upset those happy people? And as the confusion grew so did the shouts. Finally some of the men returned to the motorcycles and speeded away, their leader not being able to stop them. Soon the entire group was gone. The leader was struggling with one of his men who appeared to be a woman, opened her visor and was trying to take a sweet. The leader won, and the two were the last to leave the beach to the much joy of the overinflated ladies. In fact, some of the younger girls were creaking with pressure and could not make it through another sweet. One small girl stood on her toes with eyes tightly closed, her entire sphere vibrating relentlessly.

– Thank you, Wendy. You saved us, – chanted Shanta, looking as white scraps pepper the shore and the waves, mixing with white foam, sand and blue scraps.

Several minutes passed. In the meanwhile several police vehicles appeared on the dunes, Shanta waved them to go back.

– Now, where did we stop? – Asked Otuo, – ah yes… Aah… AAAAAH!!!

Otuo started vibrating at increasing magnitude. More and more of younger girls started to look at her creaking body really greedy, as if wanting to feel how their own explosion approaches.

– Otuo, we’re watching you! – Warned Shanta smiling, pointing with her eyes to the sides.

Otuo nodded in understanding, creaking louder. She signed in disappointment.

– I guess they spoiled us an evening, but let’s rest and continue next week. At least we all are experienced in inflation now. And remember the meeting we have on New Year, that is in a month. Anyone who wants to pop – you are welcome to our shrine, we will celebrate every one who pops. All you have to have is just grandchildren, nothing else. Then you are welcome. – Shanta looked at the skies, in an hour when they will deflate enough to go home it will start getting dark. Too bad the rain was coming. She turned to Otuo. – Are you coming next time?

– I’d like to thunder next Sunday.

– I’d like to be wider than Moon.

The lightning cracked the sky.

– Look, if you don’t pop me, I will pop you. Then you’ll see who laughs!

– Otuo, how can I see if I pop?

– I hate that smile of yours! I’m here for eleven years. Actually, twelve! And I didn’t pop even once!

The wind carried a thunder.

– You are too young.

– I’ve got seven children!

– But no grandchildren.

– Hey, that’s not fair! – Exclaimed Otuo, but seeing Shanta laugh, she could not feel bad for long. Besides, the coolness of the wind felt so pleasantly on the heated drum of her body, and deflation felt almost as good as inflation... No, no way to be insulted. Soon both friends were laughing together.

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