X-Balloon

or, "The Little Balloon That Could"

Dexter Fox Xavier would never save the world with his mutant super-power: the ability to inflate into a human balloon. Oh, sure, he'd heard of cartoon characters who fought crime that way, like Sailor Moon or Rubber Boy--but it would never work for him. In the first place, when he was fully inflated, he couldn't move. Not a good thing. Secondly, all the criminals had to do to get rid of him would be to poke him with a pin. Not good AT ALL.

So Dexter kept his super-power (such as it was) to himself. He would wait until his parents had gone out and inflate himself in his room. He could inflate himself until he was 8 feet round, about the size of a weather balloon. Perhaps he could get even bigger, but he didn't want to find out; he was pretty taut at that size. Besides, the bigger he was, the longer it took him to deflate. He didn't want his parents to come home early and catch him inflating himself. How embarrassing would THAT be?!

He had to admit that inflating himself was a form of autoeroticism: He liked to imagine that his girlfriend Karen was causing his expansion, and that he was her helpless balloon. He had kept his secret from even her, but eventually the secret was too much to bear alone, and he finally decided to share it with her.

Karen was a tall, leggy brunette with a perfect ass; and next to his inflation power, she was the best thing in Dexter's possession. The next time his parents went out, he invited her over, and they sat together on the couch in the basement, watching TV until Dexter could bring himself to expose his secret to her.

After several hours, Dex could tell she was getting bored. She was clearly ready to turn off the TV and neck. So was he; but if he didn't show her now, he never would.

He turned off the TV and peeled himself away from her. "Karen," he announced dramatically, "I'm sorry to say that I've been hiding something from you." He breathed deep to compose himself... and then he blew inward.

As he had done numerous times before, his body immediately plumped up, only to billow outward in every direction, his human form quickly replaced with that of a round ball-shape. His arms and legs were now stubs, though he could no longer see them: He no longer had a neck to turn his head. But he could see Karen's open-mouthed expression, and he felt himself turn warm, a little from exertion, but also a little from embarrassment. How did he look to her, now that he was nothing but a balloon?

Karen stood up from the couch, and after a moment of stunned observation, she began laughing uncontrollably. "Oh my GOD!" she cried out, holding her stomach as she tried to contain herself. "You look just like a balloon! How did you do that? How big can you get?"

Now he was REALLY embarrassed, unsure if Karen was laughing at the whole situation or just at him. She walked up to him and ran her hand over his extended midsection--and now he no longer cared. It felt incredibly erotic, and he fell even more madly in love with her.

To his surprise, she then wrapped her arms around him as best she could and gave him a huge squeeze. It was such a huge bear hug that he felt for a moment that the pressure would pop him. "Um, easy there, Karen," he warned her.

She didn't seem to notice. "You're just so huggable!" she declared. But she backed away to look him over again. "I've got a secret to share with you, too!" she announced. "I get off big time on balloons! I can't believe I've been dating one all this time!"

"Really?" Dex smiled. This was an interesting development! He was already dreaming of future dates with Karen: He saw himself inflating for her over and over and allowing her to play with him. The end result, of course, is that both of them would be turned on, producing some pelvis-bumping later in the evening. He couldn't imagine that it would ever get old. Yes, life was perfect.

Karen gave him a mischievous look. "Say... can you get any bigger?"

"Well, this is as big as I've tried," he said. But she looked so cute with that curious expression that he had to add, "But for you, I suppose I could get a little bigger." And with that he puffed up again, distending another foot further. He blew himself harder and fuller than he had ever dared before, edged on by Karen's giggling. She had to stand on the couch to get a better view of his face, as his red, bulging cheeks comically showed how much strain it caused him to hold that much air in.

"Oh, that's beautiful!" she cried out passionately, and stuck her hands inside the front of her tight blue jeans, feeling herself as she watched him expand. "Get bigger, Dexter! Bigger!"

Was she serious? Couldn't she see how tight he was? But she was having such a nice time (and so was he) that he thought to himself...

...maybe he COULD get bigger--!

So he took yet another breath, and inflated himself so big that his head lightly touched the ceiling, and his expanding body began to knock over lamps, tables, and various other furniture. His arms and legs were now totally gone, replaced by stubby hands and feet. He was far bigger than he had ever been, bigger than he had hoped possible. And he knew he was at his limits.

"Yes!" Karen cried out, still rubbing herself. "Do you think you might pop?!"

There was an excitement in her voice that should have worried him, but he chalked it up to his imagination. "Probably, if I get any bigger," he wheezed with difficulty.

"Oh, do it! Do it! DO IT!"

Whoa. "Karen, I'm serious! I feel like I'm about to burst!"

The smile left her face and she stopped rubbing herself. "And I'm serious, too. I don't come unless I see my balloons pop. Now: get bigger."

It occurred to him then how little he knew about Karen. They hadn't dated long, but he thought it was love. Would she actually want to see him explode for the sake of her orgasm? "This is as big as I get, Karen, really! I don't want to risk popping myself!"

"Fine," she said, and she hopped off the couch. She walked down the hallway, and Dex could hear her rummaging around a desk. Now what? An inner instinct told him he had better begin deflating himself. But it was too late, as Karen had returned. She said ominously, "Either you make yourself bigger, or I'll stick you with this pin and MAKE you pop!"

"Y-you're kidding!" Dex couldn't tell if she was bluffing.

She wasn't. She very, very gently touched the tip of the pin to his taut, taut skin. The pinprick seemed amplified a thousandfold. He couldn't see the pin--but damn, he knew she was holding one!

She placed her hand down her crotch again and moaned softly. "One more chance: inflate yourself till you pop, or I'll pop you myself!"

He sat for a moment, weighing his options, and he realized that he had none. "Karen, you can't do this! You can't just make me pop!"

"What can you do about it?"

He paused again. "Nothing," he concluded, as much to himself. "I can't do anything about it. I'm just a big balloon."

"So what's it going to be? Another breath, or do I use this pin?"

He decided to take another breath. It was as much a stalling tactic as anything else: He might pop himself, but Karen would DEFINITELY pop him, so this was the way to go. Besides...

...maybe he COULD get bigger...!

And he did. He swelled out further, filling up more and more of the room. The strain was so unbearable, it was actually becoming slightly painful for the first time ever! But he still swelled outward, taking up more and more space in the increasingly cramped basement. Still standing on the couch, Karen found herself having to back herself against the wall. She began to wonder if she might actually get crushed by this giant balloon that was once her boyfriend--but if it ever came to that, she still had the pin!

At last the expansion stopped, but Dex was so unstable that his enormous, bloated form was quivering from the internal pressure. Karen craned her neck back, her head resting against the wall as she kept self-gratifiying herself. "Bigger, my big balloon boy. So big that you burst!"

"Karen, please! I just KNOW I'll pop! I can't get any bigger!"

"Then goodbye," she said, and he felt the pin touch his skin.

"Wait!" he cried out.

"You've got three seconds to decide," she warned him. "One... two..."

Faced between damned if he does or damned if he doesn't, he did. Dexter took another huge breath, prepared to blow himself up more--perhaps even to blow himself to bits.

But then, who knew? Maybe...

... maybe he COULD get bigger!!

He began to inflate himself again...

...and learned that he couldn't.