Uplifting Experience, An

I knock on the door at Josh's house, and who answers it but you. Of course you're the only one there, and when you greet me I notice you showing a discreet grin, just barely visible on the clefts of your lips, and I know you're extra happy to be seeing me right now. I look at your succulent lips and I feel the heat rush to my face as I imagine what they might taste like. Your hair is a little extra bouncy today, like it's been jolted with a very small amount of electricity, just enough to give it some edge. Your eyes are bright and eager, telling me you're just as excited as I am at our fortune.

We exchange a brief greeting, and then I begin to eye the fabric hugging your skin. Today you're wearing a billowy all-white long sleeve button up shirt, it hugs your stomach and shoulders but down near the bottom it seems too big. Your bottom half is covered by some matching synthetic sweat bottoms, and there is a little bit of room between your subtle curves and the fabric, except where the most plush part of your modest behind brushes against it. I can't help but notice the black outlining of your panties underneath, and I blush slightly. Obviously these clothes are built for comfort, and are capable of conforming to a great degree. Your feet are bare, but it's comfortably warm in the house, and we both bounce to the tingly and warm pleasure of our relaxed nature.

I am wearing skinny jeans, which have recently began to wear out in my hips/buttocks region, due to the fact that I've put on a pound or two. By normal standards I don't have a ghetto booty, but it's definitely bigger than that of your average skinny white boy, and my extra push strains the wear even more. Up top I have on a black Bodyglove, to emphasize my lean and muscular physique, contradicting the extra weight I have below the belt line. I move towards the lazy chair, with a sense of guile.

As I sit down and pull out the old lap top, you run over and sit on my legs, almost to the point of hugging my crotch and stomach with your ass and back, but not quite. Instantly I'm distracted by you, and I begin fingering your sides and tummy while you giggle and kick. Soon enough we're locked in an epic battle of rubbing, touching, rolling, squeezing, hugging, licking, kissing, caressing, and poking, and the entire living room floor is our ring. You tackle me over, and sit right on top of the apex between my legs, and you notice a stiffening taking place down there. This excites, you, so you start bouncing up and down on me, causing my body to get hot and red all over. The bulge in my pants continues to grow, all the while we're violently and joyfully attempting to maul each other with laughter and groping. You then notice that you're starting to feel a very peculiar sensation of swelling, along with a heightened pleasure, like a light bodied feeling that you've never had before.

I finally roll over onto you after you fall belly down to the floor, giving me a few seconds to press firmly against your delicate body, but immediately you roll me back over and our faces finally lock together in this moment of escalating heat. Our lips batting away, again, you notice strange sensations that you've never felt before, as they seem to be intensifying.

You notice your sweat pants feel like they've shifted out of place, gradually becoming more tight on you, so you try to get my lips off of your face. Fortunately we're both too hot and heavy for that, so instead you take your hands off of me to adjust them. That is when you notice they are not out of place, but they do feel extra tight, and you are baffled by how defined your curves seem to be. You can feel the tension of a mild wedgie mounting, so you attempt to adjust them again. And then, just above the hem of the elastic waste on the back side of your surprisingly tight sweats, you find something odd.

A small hose snuggled securely between your swollen, yet still small butt cheeks. This alarms you, but not as much as the fact that you notice your sports bra slowly sliding up off of the smooth skin of your abdomen and up around your growing chest. Completely baffled, yet still overwhelmed by intense pleasure, you are not sure whether to stop or not. That is when our lips lock together, tighter than you've ever felt. The heat from our mouths sways in and out as we exchange breath, the sticky and sweet saliva of our tongues mixing together. The smooth skin of your arms begins to tingle, as they begin to feel hot and light. Then you notice that your arms are starting to move on their own, and you lose control of them. Your hands begin to pull out to your sides, as if by strings. Your swelling bottom has gotten so big now that it would fit tightly into a stretchy pair of junior size 13 cut off shorts. But you have started to fall out of your worry, the pleasure becoming more and more epic.

As the distance between the small of your back and the floor continues to grow, your butt working like a hydraulic wedge, you can't help but attempt to wiggle your legs in excitement, only to find they are pushing hard away from each other. The sudden movement causes your body to wabble on your butt, which is beginning to fill your sweats beautifully, causing the side hems to split a little bit. Noticing this, I delicately run the tip of a finger in a little circle on the newly exposed skin of your upper thigh. You notice that as I touch you, your skin is almost, for lack of a better word, 'bouyant', as if my finger was a little person and your thigh a trampoline. The sensitive tip of my finger on your bouncy skin causes you to pulse, and you feel a little bit of wetness down below. Your thighs continue to expand and begin pressing away from each other, looking for more room to fill with their loving warmth.

No longer able to handle the gravity and weight of the growing situation, the front seam of your sweats gently tears open, revealing sexy black underwear, which your inner thighs flow and swell over slightly, which are having no trouble keeping up with the stretching, but begin to thin out, making the color and shapes underneath more clear and interesting. Finally, I take the hose out of your butt, and we catch our breath.

Bewildered but still excited, you don't know what to say to me, accept to ask how is this possible.

"You said it yourself, Destiny..." I reply with short breath.

"If you only believe, it is possible."

At this, I help you stand up, though you hardly need the help, as your body raises up off the ground quite easily by itself. You try to walk around, but with your arms extended outward, your thighs pressing hard away from each other and your butt and boobs wanting to pull you, the only option your really have left is to bounce.

With every attempt at a step you make, you feel a sudden intense rush of warmth as your toes lift off of the ground for a few seconds, and it reminds you of the way it feels at the climax of a good swing.

It's almost hard to see over your now massive boobs, which are pretty much functioning as balloons now. Your cheeks are pleasantly filled, as are your lips.

"More." The only word you can think to say.

I take another, much larger hose, and stuff it into your mouth, in between your sweetly exaggerated cheeks and lips, which refuse to let it slide or move without significant pressure being applied.

Instantly you feel the strange sensations all begin to intensify again, as your entire body takes on the pressure now building inside you. At this, I take off my clothes, and you can barely peak over your boobs to see a massive pulsing erection, waiting to gently plunge into your ever-plumping body.

The shirt which was too big to begin with is now ripping at the seams to keep up with your body, which is now an intensely defined hourglass shape, your legs and butt appearing to be inflated beyond reason. Your skin hisses and squeaks as you move, releasing tiny amounts of gas, but the amount of gas being forced into you exceeds it by far. Your boobs have finally popped the buttons of the shirt, one by one, they shoot off, one narrowly missing me. You feel the gravity of Earth gradually becoming less and less, and finally you float off of your tiny toes, and are suspended in the air. I walk over to you, and grab you by the arms. I rub your face, and kiss you passionately everywhere that I can reach. Your outerwear finally shreds off of you, you are left with an extremely stretched out sports bra, which is no longer covering the bottoms or tops of your boobs, and the glorious black panties which convey every curve of your elegant body. No longer able to take the pressure, your bra finally calls it quits in a fantastic explosion, fabric littering the area around us. Utterly overwhelmed, you can think of nothing but the sheer joy, and my erect member gets harder and bigger at every lovely sigh, or cry, or groan, or moan, or squeal you make. At this point your inner thighs have grown to such massive proportions that they are big enough in the back for a person to balance on.

"It's time," I say, as I laugh with pleasure from the ecstasy of your soft and bouncy skin.

I clear out the dining room, and open the sliding glass door. I take you by the hand and gently lead you over.

We are at a dilemma, in that the door is much less wide than your body, which continues to grow. With much effort, I am able to force you outside, holding on to the hose to keep you from flying away from me. I pull you down, struggling now against the force of the helium filling your precious body, and as I mount your back, I pull the hose out of your mouth.

We are finally free, floating up to the heavens and beyond.