Girls Night

1

“You said you were gonna go out with Doug and Jerry.”

“I was, but it turns out they forgot about this other party they were invited to.”

“You can’t tag along?”

“Nah, I don’t feel like it. It’s so ridiculous… They asked me if I wanted to join ‘em, no one would mind… but you should’ve seen ‘em when they asked. They were so relieved when I said no.”

“So what? So you’re not a party animal.”

“Yeah.”

“What about Ben? Have you given him a call?”

“Yeah. Ever since he and Cynthia hooked up… oh, you know the story. But come on, honey, I’m really not in the mood for going out tonight…”

“But I’m gonna have the girls over tonight…”

“Yes, I know. But I figure I can stay upstairs, maybe get some work done on the computer. You know, just say hi when they arrive and then retreat. Trust me, I don’t want to be alone with you bunch of giggling…”

“Rob!”

“Sorry. Didn’t mean it… But how about it? I promise to stay out of sight. You honestly won’t know I’m here. I won’t eavesdrop, either. I promise.”

“Well, I guess it’s okay.”

2

I didn’t even bother to go down and greet the girls when they arrived. I had planned to, but then they were so annoyingly loud the moment they came in. First Denise, with her shrill “oh, hiiiiii!”, as if she was surprised to run into my wife in our house.

I could picture Denise instantly, and found myself underlining her negative side, though actually...

She is sexy. In a way. I guess.

Dark hair, beautiful, natural locks. Not too tall. Definitely wearing something better suited for someone with larger breasts than she has. Always dressing up, regardless of the occasion. Sure to judge people by their appearance. You know the type. But a nice ass. Really. Close your eyes and picture your ideal female ass. And hers is just that extra little notch better. If it were not for her behavior and that voice... oh, the voice really could ruin her. Unless you were drunk or horny enough to find yourself strangely attracted to it. Those moments were rare, but they did occur.

The other three arrived together. Two of them unnatural blondes, and proud of it. As in: they own matching “Blondes have more fun!” T-shirts. I’ve seen ‘em wear them. Out on the same night. I swear, you’ll roll your eyes more often in their company than you’re looking straight ahead. They’re the gigglers. And it’s contagious. At least between them and their friends. I don’t giggle with them. I lust for their breasts, I’ll admit to that, but I don’t giggle.

Kelly has bigger ones than Tina. I think I prefer Tina’s, they‘re really quite perfect.

But I swear, the two of them are crazy. They don’t live together, but they do everything together. Really, I can’t picture them apart. You don’t ever meet only one of them. It’s pretty much the exact opposite of Clark Kent and Superman. If you see Kelly, Tina is surely right next to her. I wonder what the other does when one of them is getting laid. Hm... an interesting thought. Who knows...

They’re crazy, really. They’ll be joking around about something, like about kissing. You know, just in general. And twice – yes, twice – I’ve witnessed them give each other one hell of a kiss in front of everyone. Though my wife Alyssa swears they’re not lesbians. But they’re damn good actors. Anyway, so I figure if I’ve seen it twice and I hardly tag along with them...

Anyway. I said the other is always nearby, but occasionally, there’s enough distance between ‘em so you’re actually just talking to one of ‘em. If you happen to be so lucky, they’re actually nice to talk to. It’s just the two of them together... those damn gigglers.

They arrived along with Sophie, who is really a bit of a mystery to me. She doesn’t always seem to fit in. She’s got her hair dyed dark red, a good choice, much better than when she had it pitch black a few weeks ago. Changes it frequently, I’ve seen it blue as well. The red is good. Hope she sticks with it for a while, settles down, marries, has kids... sorry.

Anyway, she’s the alternative chick. At least most of the time. She can drink the most without, well, giggling, and getting stupid. And I regret to say that I haven’t really talked to her much cause in a way I figure I could probably get along best with her if I knew her. But despite her sometimes wild hair colors, she’s not all that extroverted.

I don’t know. I really have a hard time describing her. Her body, too. She’s not a sexy dresser, as in: showing a lot of skin. I personally think she looks sexy, though, in what she wears. Maybe it’s just cause I get a lot more curious. Maybe it’s also because of her lips... man! So perfectly shaped and full.

Shit, I’m getting a guilty conscience. I haven’t even described the host for the evening, my wife, yet. Maybe it’s just because I don’t want you to get too excited about her, cause after all, you can’t have her, got it? I can be really jealous. Fuck, I myself am not exactly, well... I really have a problem admitting it, but there have been others. None of the above, luckily. I mean, I might be interested in one or the other... but really, if you’re gonna cheat on your wife, don’t do it with one of her best friends. They’ll always end up telling her.

So anyway. My wife. Alyssa. Now she is, completely objectively, the hottest, sexiest of them. I honestly have the confidence to say that. Dark brown hair, short, but not too short. She’s my height, which I adore. I love looking straight ahead directly into her eyes. And it’s ideal for sex too. Trust me, I’ve had a few.

I told you Tina had the best breasts. Well, yes... but Alyssa’s a close second. Hers are perfect, really. Round, bouncy, firm – a delight. I don’t know... there’s just something about Tina’s breasts that... okay, well, I think I even know what it is... She has this shirt with two balloons printed on them, right across her breasts. Seriously, you have to see it to believe it. I dream about Tina in this shirt. Often. Even after not having seen it for weeks. It’s that good.

But what Tina doesn’t have is the legs... I didn’t even know I liked legs in a sexual way before I saw Alyssa’s.

Let’s see... what else? The most peaceful, yet alluring brown eyes. A nice tight ass. Oh, and finally... when she purses her lips... to die for.

But remember... hands off!

3

So I stayed upstairs. I had some work to do on the computer. Got quite a lot done. Only occasionally did the giggling – hell, how old are they anyway? 14? Man... – get loud enough to distract me.

But then, from one minute to the next, and without any apparent reason, I was horny. Really stiff. I seriously considered heading off into the bathroom and jerking off, but I have this rule for myself that I don’t do it with Alyssa in the house. I save it. Not that I need to. But still. That’s just this rule of mine.

However, I did need to do something. And so I started writing my first ever body inflation story. It was my first attempt. I didn’t have much of a premise, and only half a plot, but it turned out quite nicely, even though there are several plot holes I won’t bother to point out. Here’s how it goes:

Neighbor On Helium

Nervously, I rang the doorbell, an untied helium-filled balloon held firmly in my trembling hand. As the turning of the key in the lock became audible, I sucked in some helium, prepared to address my neighbor with the voice of a chipmunk. A few anxious moments later, the door was opened by an attractive girl in her late teens. We knew each other from sight, but had barely exchanged any words in the past. I knew her name was Kayla, but I doubt that she knew mine.

“Hello, my name is Bob,” I began and she burst out laughing.

“Yes, from two doors down. I really… like your voice… I think,” she laughed.

It was working. She was willing to play along, I knew. There’d be no questions asked. Everything was going great.

I sucked in some more. “I lost a really silly bet, and so I have to ask you – like this – if you could blow up a balloon for me.” I held out a bright red, uninflated balloon. My cheeks surely matched the color of the balloon.

“Yes, that is a silly bet,” she agreed, but took the balloon from me with a smile. “I’m not too good at blowing up balloons, though.”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine.” By now, my voice had returned to normal.

“Hey… I’m pretty sure you ought to keep talking in a helium voice!”

It was even better than I had imagined. She was really playing along, having a great time doing so. I almost regretted having made up the story. I inhaled more helium.

“Sorry, you’re right.”

Kayla began to blow up the balloon. She looked great, her cheeks puffing up as she blew with all her might. It was true, she was not the quickest balloon inflator, but she sure looked sexy doing it.

Between breaths, she casually asked: “So you’re friends are waiting for you to return with the balloon?”

“Yep.” I replied, my vocal chords still vibrating faster than usual. Bad answer.

Kayla blew into the balloon again. “I guess I’d better accompany you over shortly to confirm that I blew up the balloon. I wouldn’t want you to have gone to all this trouble – I must admit, I love your helium voice – only to then have your story be contested.”

“Oh… I don’t think that’s… erm… necessary… they… erm… they’ll believe me, I’m sure.”

By now, Kayla had started walking in the direction of my apartment, still inflating the balloon as she walked. I followed her, wishing she would go back, but unable to come up with a plausible reason for her not to enter my apartment.

The idiot that I am, I had left the door open. She walked right in, expecting to be greeted by a group of people cheering her and me. She did not see a soul. The only thing she must have seen was the huge box of balloons, my entire collection. And the two dozen helium balloons I had filled a few hours before.

“There was no bet, was there?”

She let the balloon fly out of her hands, the comic sound it produced a sharp contrast to the confused anger in her eyes.

“You’re one of those balloon fetishists!”

I gave her the answer by not replying.

“You…”

Instead of finishing her sentence, she stormed past me. I figured she would run back to her apartment, and then do God-knows-what to get back at me. Instead, she slammed the door, shutting us both in my apartment.

I’m a weakling, and she caught me by surprise on top of it. She shoved me down, making me hit my head on the living room table. I was out of it for only a few moments, but she had managed to tie me up somehow in the meantime. She slapped me back to my senses, sitting on top of me, the first of the many helium balloons in her hand.

“You like the helium voice? Well, I’ll give you a helium voice!”

Shoving the balloon in my mouth, she forced me to inhale the whole balloon at once. I was having trouble breathing and my brain felt dizzy. There was an awful taste in my mouth and I knew that if I said something, my voice would be sky-high. I also noticed that my head felt swollen, but didn’t give it much attention at the time.

Kayla had already snatched the next balloon and was feeding me even more helium. Her forcefulness made it impossible for me to resist it. But once the balloon was empty, I tried to beg her to stop, for I felt like I was starting to black out again.
”Stop, Kayla, please…”

I could barely hear my voice, it was so ridiculously high. Kayla started to laugh and for a moment, I thought she might cease punishing me.

“Oh, rubber head, look at you. Serves you right.” She ran her hands across my face and produced a squeaking sound. My head had been inflated! I hadn’t just imagined it! Instantly, I had the image in front of my eyes of my regular body with an inflated balloon with a face on it as a head.

I must have gotten an erection somewhere along the line, and Kayla noticed immediately.

“You mean, you’re actually enjoying this, you sick freak? Well, let’s see how this feels…”

She already had the next balloon in her hands, but instead of sticking it in my mouth, she zipped open my pants and stuck it right on top of my stiff dick. I felt the helium rush into me as if the balloon was giving me a literal blow job. It rushed into my body and started to make my belly expand. I felt as if I was trapped in a cartoon, and I knew that no cartoon stopped with only a small inflation. In cartoons, characters were inflated into HUGE BALLOONS.

Kayla might not have anticipated me to inflate, but enjoyed the results of her actions nonetheless. She continued focussing on inflating my body rather than my head, which mercifully granted my brain some rest from the helium.

However, there was not much to feel grateful for, as Kayla started inflating me with helium even more rapidly. My belly was swelling up like a pregnancy viewed in fast-forward, depicting the nine months in nine seconds, and not stopping there.

Kayla inflated me incessantly, expertly mastering her new craft. There were no more pauses between two balloons. I blew up so big and fast that soon, it must have seemed to Kayla as if she were sitting first on a sitball, then on a bouncy castle.

My hands and legs burst out of the ropes she had used to tie me up, but were sucked into my inflating torso without me being able to use them.

And then I was completely round, save for my still inflated head sticking out of my body, almost like the neck of a tightly inflated, pear-shaped balloon. I was full.

Kayla still had two helium balloons left. “Hm…what to do with these two balloons?” she asked out loud.

“You could inhale just a little bit… I’d love to hear your helium-voice, I really would, Kayla. I’m sorry. But look at me… now I’m forever your toy balloon. And a really big one, I might add.”

She looked at me as if I had spoken to her in a foreign language. I mean, my voice still was ridiculously high, but I knew she had understood me acoustically.

“You think I’m going to let you off this easily after you made me do something you could later jerk off to, without me knowing it? Maybe if you had asked, I would have… on second thought, no way, of course I wouldn’t have. You make me sick. Now that I know what a perverted freak you are, I’d never do anything that could possibly turn you on.”

I knew I should have shut my mouth right there, but I didn’t. “But you turned me into a human balloon… Of all the things you could have done, this turned me on the most.”

Kayla was in shock. “Aaaarrrrrgg!” she screamed. “Nooooo!”

She got up off me. Just as I started to rise up into the air, she kicked me away with her foot, which made me sail across the room. I came to land on the opposite side of the room’s ceiling.

“I suppose you liked that too.”

Again, idiot that I am, I told the truth. “Yeah…”

“And even if I were to pop you, you’d still…”

Again, the truth. “Yeah, I guess.” Idiot..

“If I somehow managed to stick your inflated dick in your mouth so you’d be giving yourself a blow-job, even that…”

A short pause, then, again, the truth. “Probably…” Idiot.

Kayla looked at me, fully frustrated. “I presume if I deflated you into a helpless, little, uninflated balloon, you would still…”

“That would be really good,” I interrupted her. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.

We both had time to think. Finally, Kayla asked: “Your sister lives in this building too, doesn’t she?”

I opened my eyes widely, indicating shock.

Kayla smiled. “Oh… I like that reaction. You wouldn’t want your sister to know you’re a balloonboy…”

I made a pause, several seconds before stammering: “Uh… you’re wrong… I, I would like that, very much… um… that would be a great turn-on.”

“You’re awful at lying, do you know that?”

Having said that, she walked over to me and tied my mouth shut just like you would tie a balloon to prevent it from losing its air. She tied me to the table and then disappeared out of my sight.

Soon she returned with Becky, my sister, who somehow did not for a moment seem concerned with my well-being, but could only laugh and I mean laugh really hard at seeing her brother floating in the room all blown up with helium.

“It was his wish to be a balloon… he said you’d take care of him,” Kayla explained.

“My, oh my,” Becky laughed, running her hands across my inflated body. “He always really liked balloons. A lot. I never knew he wanted to be one himself.”

“Bob, the Balloonboy,” Kayla suggested.

“Looks like a child’s toy,” Becky added, ever having fun with rhymes. “Well, thanks for blowing him up, I guess.”

“Oh, no problem. He really enjoyed it. But his last words were: ‘What I’m looking forward to most is being treated just like a toy balloon by my dear sister Becky.’ Here you go.” Kayla freed me from the table and tied me around Becky’s wrist.

“Oh, that’s so sweet,” Becky remarked. “Well, come with me now, my little toy balloon. All blown up, nice and big.”

Kayla just laughed as she said goodbye to Becky in front of her apartment, where the episode that changed my life had begun. Becky took me back to her place, treating me like a helpless toy balloon, just as instructed.

And me, well, I enjoyed every second of it. I always did have a thing for Becky. Maybe I’m not such an idiot after all.

It took me a good two hours to write the story and once I was done, my eyes were really tired from staring at the screen. I decided to settle down on the couch next to the desk for just a few moments to rest my eyes. I was asleep within seconds.

4

“Is Rob asleep?”

“This is the weirdest story I’ve ever read.”

“Hey you two, where are you?”

“Come on, check this out.”

“Shut up! Don’t wake him.”

I heard their whispering voices, but my eyes were heavy. Too heavy.

5

I opened my eyes. Bolted upright, remembering the bits and pieces of dialog I wasn’t completely sure I’d heard. The computer had long switched to stand-by. I moved the mouse, watched my story reappear on the screen, then quickly switched off the computer.

It was quiet in the house. The girls had gone home, I figured. If you can’t hear them, they’re not there. Trust me, they’re loud.

Well, that meant I was free to roam around again. I felt kinda proud at having managed to stay out of sight the whole evening.

But damn, it was quiet. No TV, no nothing. If the girls had left, where was Alyssa, and what was she doing? I entered the living room, barely taking in the mess the girls had left (half-empty wine glasses, chips, crumbs, the usual) – my entire focus was on the single balloon tied to the living room table.

Alyssa?

I have a helium tank at home, always do. And plenty of balloons. I guess it goes without saying. You know what I’m talking about. Alyssa had probably blown up the balloon for me. Was she in the mood for games?

I reached for the string and tugged it to pull the balloon down to me. I could smell the helium and the latex. I was stiff. I couldn’t resist. I gave the balloon a kiss.

Giggles.

Girls bursting out laughing.

I released the string.

The balloon floated back up as far as it could.

I felt handcuffs snapping shut on my wrists, catching me off guard.

We have a wide arsenal of toys, Alyssa and I. I’ve had those handcuffs on me often. But this time, things were different.

I turned around to face three of Alyssa’s friends: Denise, Kelly and Tina, each holding several helium-filled balloons in their hands.

“Where’s Alyssa?” I asked, my face all blushed.

Kelly and Tina giggled while Denise explained: “Sophie and Alyssa are out to get some more to eat and drink, and pick up a movie. Anyway, nice story, Rob. Didn’t know you could write that well.”

“Oh, it’s really nothing…” I dismissed her praise, forgetting the circumstances for a sweet moment.

“You love balloons,” Kelly suddenly taunted.

“Yeah, you wanna be a balloon,” Tina added, and, yes, started giggling.

“No… you don’t really believe… that’s just a silly fantasy story. Weird, I know, but I really…”

Kelly gave me a quick shove that knocked me down onto the couch. Denise stuck a balloon in my mouth and made me inhale some of the helium.

“And now tell us the truth. Do you want to be a balloon?”

I paused, but finally gave in. In a high, squeaky voice, I answered: “I wanna be a balloon!”

The three girls cheered and laughed. I laughed along, but quickly realized you can’t be laughing with people who are laughing about you.

“Wait… the test,” Tina suddenly said, as if reminding the others of a plan. She couldn’t resist inhaling some helium herself before asking: “Should we blow you up? We can turn you into a balloonboy, just like in your story.” She giggled higher than ever before, but then her hand reached down towards my crotch and touched my stiff penis. “The test results are: he really does like this weird balloon stuff.”

“Gosh, I wish we could really blow him up… that would be so funny if Alyssa got home and found him completely inflated. We could play balloon games with him.” Denise’s voice was particularly annoying at that moment. And still… it turned me on.

“Um… well…” Tina had something to say. The other girls looked at her, just as curious as I was. “I guess I’d better just show you.” She opened her mouth wide and took a really deep breath; it looked as if she was swallowing the air. That same moment, Tina’s breasts blew up. It might have even gone unnoticed if it hadn’t been accompanied by the typical squeaking of latex against latex, which came from her tits.

“OhmyGod!” Denise called.

Kelly just jumped up and down excitedly clapping her hands.

“How’d you do that?”

Instead of answering, Tina informed them: “I’m pretty sure I can inflate other people too if I really tried.”

“Could you make mine bigger?” Denise asked immediately.

“Well, I guess. But I thought we wanted to…”

“Do it. Please… I’ve been waiting for this kind of a chance for ages!”

Tina shrugged and pressed her mouth firmly against Denise’s. Kelly and I watched in amazement as Tina easily blew up Denise’s breasts from an A cup to a mighty D.

“Wow… that felt so great.”

“Me too, Tina. Me too.”

Again, Tina just shrugged and now kissed Kelly much like she had done several times before. Only this time, she also blew into her friend. It was amazing to watch, especially since the two looked awfully alike. Tina paused just a moment. “You want ‘em bigger?”

“Bigger? Yeah.” Kelly giggled, and so did Tina. Kelly’s breasts were blown up to look like she had two big balloons stuck under her top.

“Now him.”

“What, you mean breasts?”

“Yeah… that would be so funny!” Denise voice… I didn’t have time to complete that sentence in my mind, for Tina quickly blew into me. It wasn’t much of a kiss, as it had seemed with her and Kelly. With me, it was simply a violent act of inflation, as if one were suddenly attached to a merciless hose. I felt a tingling pressure inside of me, similar to the way some balloons need all your might to stretch from your first breath. But the moment this point was reached in me, two breasts suddenly began to inflate from my chest.

“Make ‘em bigger than mine, Tina!”

“Yeah, keep going! Make ‘em HUGE!”

Tina gave her fans what they wanted, and I must admit I was enjoying this too. I could think about the consequences later. For now, there was nothing better than being inflated by Tina. Soon, she moved away from my lips and admired her work by feeling my newly inflated breasts.

“You look like a porn star!”

Everyone was howling with laughter, except for me – I simply stared at my new pair of tits and could not believe my eyes.

“D’ya think you can make him bigger? Not just blow up breasts, but… you know, make him look like a balloon, just like in the story!” Kelly inquired.

Again, Tina shrugged and did as she was asked. “For you, anytime, Kel.” She was about to press her mouth against mine again when she got a new idea. “You know what… we want him to float, don’t we?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, check this out…”

Tina grabbed a helium balloon and sucked in all the helium she could. Only then did she blow into me again, transferring the helium from her body into mine. My stomach began to expand. It was starting. I was becoming a balloon. For real.

6

“OhmyGod, he’s huge!” Denise managed to say between laughs. She and Kelly were both rolling on the floor laughing, as the chatroom phrase goes.

She was absolutely right, I knew. I was huge. A huge, round balloon. Reduced to a toy that the three girls could play with as they desired. Yeah, so I kinda liked the idea. I make the best out of these kinds of situations. Can you blame me? In fact, the girls could tell how much fun I was having.

And you know, they’re really not all that nasty. I could have put up some resistance anytime and chose not to. They wanted to have some fun. You can’t blame ‘em for that. There’s lots of fun to be had with balloons, especially when they’re human balloons.

That exact idea must have gradually sunk in with them. Kelly was first to suggest the next step. “Say, Tina… can you deflate people again once you’ve inflated ‘em?”

“Sure.”

“Well then blow me up like that too!”

“What, you wanna be a balloon too?”

“Yeah. I wanna know what it feels like. He’s enjoying it. Even seems to be having more fun than us. So come on, blow me up as big as him.”

Denise didn’t want to miss out on this either. “Hey, what about me? Take turns, Tina! Blow both of us up!”

This was great, this was awesome. This was all of my dreams come true. I was floating as a balloon while watching this hot chick Tina inflating two other hot chicks, Denise and Kelly. This was better than all my dreams I’d ever had together.

Suddenly, I heard Alyssa’s voice.

“Rob?”

Had she returned with the food and the movie with Sophie?

“Rob?”

Or…

I closed my eyes as firmly as I could. I didn’t want to wake up. Never again. I never wanted to leave this beautiful dream. I wanted to be all blown up together with Alyssa’s sexy, inflated friends.

I wanted to keep dreaming.

But…

I had to…

Open my…

Eyes…

7

Alyssa entered the living room, calling my name.

“Rob?”

I opened my eyes.

Alyssa saw what was going on and her jaw dropped down. She gazed at the four of us with her eyes wide open. Sophie followed into the room right after Alyssa and had the same reaction to seeing me all blown up and floating on the ceiling, and Tina busy inflating the two other girls – and, my was she making progress!

Kelly and Denise were two round women – completely round, as if they had each swallowed a giant globe. In other words, they were beautiful.

Denise blurted out: “Tina has the power to inflate people. Look what we did to Rob! And he enjoys being a balloon. It’s all in his story.”

I guess Alyssa was too stunned to truly take in Denise’s explanation.

And I also guess that when you come home to find your husband and two of your best friends being inflated, you don’t really bother to ask too many questions… you simply ask to be inflated yourself.

“This looks like fun!”

Tina giggled. “Any special requests, Alyssa?”

Alyssa looked me straight in the eye, as she replied to Tina: “Make me look pregnant… overdue. Rob never did have the initiative to make me look like that the natural way, if you know what I mean.”

Oh great. Don’t you just hate it when they make those kind of remarks against you in front of all of their friends. And if you start to talk back… Well, of course, I was no longer in a position to talk back… Tina had turned me into a balloon completely.

But I could watch and Alyssa’s inflation was the most exciting to watch yet. Tina was an expert at inflation, making Alyssa’s tits balloon at an equal pace, along with her belly. When Tina was done, you could have sworn Alyssa was about to have a baby just pop right out of her, she was that full.

“Hey… what about me,” Denise reminded Tina. God, that voice of hers! “Make me BIGGER!”

“Me too!” Kelly chimed in.

“What about you, Sophie?” Tina asked.

You could tell Sophie wasn’t sure she wanted to be inflated as well. Oh well, she was always a bit different. “Maybe later. But I’ll play with you if you want.”

“Yes, play with me!” Kelly begged. “I want to know what it’s like to be a toy balloon!”

“Yeah, and take some pictures!” Alyssa added.

Sophie seemed happy to have received these chores.

In the meanwhile, Alyssa came up to me and pulled me down so that she could press me against the wall with her huge tits and belly. “Hey Rob, watch this.” And she suddenly began inflating a balloon, right in front of me. Oh yeah…

Inflating the balloon was only a means of passing the time, I soon found out. Alyssa had other plans. “You always were the jealous type, weren’t you, Rob?”

I managed to nod, my head still sticking out of my body.

“Well, won’t you be jealous when I’m a bigger balloon than you!”

Tina giggled. She knew what she had to do. Taking a deep breath, she started to inflate Alyssa, determined to make her the biggest balloon yet. Every time Tina had to take another breath, Alyssa used the time to taunt me.

“Oh, I’m almost as big as you, Rob.”

“Oh, watch me grow. You wanted to be a big balloon…”

“…but you’re really not that big.”

“I’m getting bigger than you.”

“Yes! I’m HUGE!”

Suddenly, though, I could sense her mood beginning to change. She was becoming obsessed.

“All this time I had to put up with your jealousy… jealous of the girls, jealous of your friends, jealous of me. Overprotective.”

“Always think you’re in control. That you’re the boss.”

“Well, do you know what, Rob? Now I’m much bigger than you. You’re just a tiny balloon to me.”

“You think you’re big, but HA!, you’re not. Look at me!”

“You’re nothing. And I’m huge!”

“I’m the biggest balloon in the world!”

Tina stopped inflating her. “Uh… Alyssa. I think that’s about as big as you can get.”

Alyssa looked at Tina all annoyed, her cheeks now constantly puffed, though her mouth was open. “No… I need to be even bigger!”

“Alyssa, what are you doing? It sounds more like you’re jealous of…”

“Shut up! I need to get BIGGER! Don’t you understand? I need to be the BIGGEST F’IN BALLOON IN THE WHOLE F’IN WORLD!!! HUUUUUGGGGGE! BIG AND ROUND AND ALL BL-“

Tina didn’t allow Alyssa to finish her sentence. She blew into her. One nice, short puff. But it was enough.

BOOM. Alyssa burst into a thousand shreds.

The explosion startled all of us, rendering us unable to move (though, technically, I wasn’t able to move anymore in the first place). The first one to break out of her freeze was Sophie. And the way she reacted was… she started to take her clothes off.

It was not really a strip. There was no eroticism attached to it. She acted as if in a trance. Only once fully naked did her lust begin to show. She thrust herself onto Denise, who hadn’t seen it coming.

She bounced onto her moaning with lust. Watching the two was a spectacle. The best porn I’d ever seen. It was the first time I saw even the slightest glimpse of Sophie’s breasts – and she was pressing her two nicely formed tits up against Denise’s inflated body. Her breathing became heavier, her moaning even louder. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, she produced a needle and plucked it into Denise.

Denise burst apart, Kelly shrieked, I stared in amazement, Tina just watched and I’m pretty sure Sophie came. But even if she did, she was not finished. Sophie jumped at Kelly like a horny frog. This time, though, she turned to Tina and said: “Hey, Tina… I want to ride Kelly till she pops… but I think you’ll have to help my inflating her some more while I bounce on her.”

Kelly’s eyes opened wide in horror, but she could not call for help, since Tina had already pressed her mouth against hers and was blowing into her. Sophie rode on top of her, bouncing up and down madly. It was an orgasmic rodeo. Kelly was swelling up bigger and bigger and Sophie was making her stretch out more and more. Tina blew with all her might. Sophie started screaming “Yes! Yes! Yes” Now POP! POP, KELLY, POP!”

As if obeying her command, Kelly burst to pieces. Sophie dropped to the floor, but the look on her face revealed she felt no pain. She was shielded by her blanket of pleasure.

I’m sure she came that time.

Soon, she looked up at Tina. “We gotta do this again some time.”

Tina was surprised, and quite frankly, so was I. I had felt pretty sure that I was next and had actually almost been looking forward to it. “What about him? Don’t you want to pop him too?”

“But he’s a guy… you know I’m a lesbian, Tina. Even as a balloon I would never ride a guy.”

“Oh… oh yeah…” Tina giggled. I’d almost forgotten she did that. “So what do we do with him?”

Sophie paused for a moment before she answered: “Oh, I know…”

8

“You know that guy Rob from two doors down?”

“Yes.”

“Well, he wrote this story. Here, we’ve printed it out for you. But well… and we know this sounds crazy, but… this huge balloon here: that’s him now. It’s really hard to explain. Anyway, we figured you could have him. Oh, you’re in the story, by the way. Well, we’ve gotta run.”

Tina and Sophie walked down the stairs leaving Kayla standing there with a three-page manuscript and a huge helium-filled balloon.