Fun with Inflatables

Or, “The Continuing Adventures of Kitty, Baby, and Brianna”

Most men would have loved to be alone with the perfectly sculptured brunette, blonde, and redhead. But Robert was unable to make use of his position. He could not kiss the lips of the precocious redhead, Kitty; fondle the magnificent breasts on the brunette, Brianna; or run his hands over the blonde Baby’s bodacious butt.

He was unable to do anything but bounce and inflate, because he was now little more than a balloon.

His puffy head, along with his plumped-up hands and feet, were all that were left of his human self. The rest of his body was a tight, round globe, inflated with air like a toy balloon. The three splendid examples of feminine beauty were delighted with Robert’s condition, taking full advantage of his helplessness by bouncing him around the room, playfully squeezing him, rolling their slender, fit bodies over his globular body.

When he had first stepped into the ladies’ parlor and felt their magical, pneumatic powers causing his body to inflate, he felt sure he wouldn’t stop until he burst: His inflation prompted a lot of laughter from the three beauties, and a lot of remarks like “Watch him pop!” and “He’s going to explode!” He may very well have burst, if not for the intervention of Baby, who wanted to play with him first. Even now, he felt so tight that, with every bounce off the wall, he felt sure he would pop.

Finally, the women seemed out of breath, and he hoped that maybe they were done playing with him and would release him. He was half-right.

“Bear hug!” shouted Kitty, her irrepressible nature shining through.

The three women surrounded Robert, extending their arms all around his circumference in one extended embrace. He felt helpless, he felt humiliated--but he also felt three pairs of spectacular breasts pressing into him.

And then he felt the most immense pressure ever as the women began to squeeze. Tighter. Tighter. Tighter!

As they squeezed his midsection, the air caused his head to bulge out further, causing Kitty to giggle girlishly. “Look at him!” she exclaimed. “He knows he’s gonna POP!”

“Keep squeezing!” Brianna called out. “He’s gonna give!”

There were some ominous squeaking noises coming from Robert’s contorted body, the pressure building and building until...

POP! He burst into shreds, his sudden disappearance throwing the ladies off balance, and they fell to floor in peals of laughter.

“Oops,” said Baby, when they caught their respective breaths. “I guess we’ll have to find another balloon to play with.”

“Where should we look for one?” Brianna asked. “Back to the bars again?”

“To the beach!” Kitty exclaimed, using any excuse to wear her thong bikini.

But it was a sunny day, and the others agreed, taking their supermodel-esque bodies beachward. It didn’t take long for some loser putz to make a move on one of them, and before long, the girls were playing with their beachball.

The beachball’s name was Stan.

Unable to call for help, Stan was batted about for nearly twenty minutes as the women frolicked about, getting odd looks from passersby who thought that beachball was unusally large and seemed to have a human head.

Eventually the women wore themselves out again, and Brianna announced her intention to laze in the the sun. “What should we do with out beachball here?” she asked.

Kitty, of course, shouted, “Pop him!”

Stan’s eyes widened, but his head was too puffed up to protest.

“Actually,” Baby proposed, “I’d like to try something different.” She ran her hand over Stan’s round body, and he felt as if he were melting. In fact, he was changing shape--still inflated, but growing longer and thinner, until at last...

“I thought I could use a inflatable raft,” said Baby, and the other two looked admiringly at her handiwork before going off to sit in the shade.

Stan felt his back become wet as Baby tossed him into the water--and then felt Baby’s warm, sweaty body on top of him. She moaned as she settled into him, spreading out her body across his surface. He floated helplessly, unsure of what was happening to him--and what would happen if Kitty got her claws into him--but he was starting to get less and less concerned. Baby’s body was amazing, and he felt her all over his bloated, inflated form. Although he had no human features at all now--not even a head--it still felt as if Baby’s breasts were heaving into his chest, her legs and pelvis snuggling close to what had been his groin. All in all, it looked like a pretty promising day. He hoped.

Eventually the sun declined in the sky, and Baby returned to the shore to her two tanned, gorgeous friends. Kitty rubbed her hands as Baby approached with her inflatable raft. “Are we going to pop him now?”

Perhaps it was the wind that made the raft tremble under Kitty’s arm.

Baby looked at her raft and thought for a long, suspenseful moment. “No,” she finally said. “You know what? I think I’m going to take this one home.”

Kitty looked disappointed, but Brianna said, “Suit yourself. Same time tomorrow?”

Baby agreed and took Stan back to her apartment, where she laid him out on the living room floor. She changed into some dry clothes--but they were just as revealing as her bikini had been: A sports bra and some tight, white panties are all she sported when she returned, and Stan hoped she was preparing for a nap.

Not exactly, but it wasn’t bad, either: Running her gentle hands over his surface, he felt himself change shape again, this time into an inflatable chair. “My, you look comfortable,” Baby observed aloud, and turned around to set her tight, shapely behind into his lap.

That looks comfortable, too, Stan thought as he saw her ass descend upon him. And it was. Although Baby tended to watch the most atrocious chick flicks ever, the next few hours were pure bliss for Baby’s inflatable chair.

Hours later, the lights dim and the television silent, Baby stood up, leaving behind a warm, happy chair. She stood and looked thoughtfully down at him. “You’re going to have to be bigger,” she told him, and with a wave of her hand, Stan felt himself begin to expand.

Uh-oh, Stan thought, but that was all he could do as the pressure increased inside him. The air flowed and flowed, filling him out bigger and bigger, expanding him into... what? He heard rubbery sounds emanating from his enlarging body, punctuated by an occasional giggle from Baby. He grew larger and larger, unsure what she was doing, when he would stop inflating, or if he would ever stop!

Just as felt sure that we would burst, Stan stopped inflating. It took a moment to get his bearings, but he realized he was in an elongated shape again. Sure enough, he had become Baby’s inflatable mattress.

“I always wanted a man I could sleep on,” Baby said and sighed reflectively. And if Stan still had eyes, they most certainly would have widened as Baby took off her top and removed her panties. She threw a blanket on him, momentarily blinding him, but then pulled them back so he could again see her flawless naked body before it settled upon him.

Stan knew that if there was a Heaven, he was in it.

At least, he was until a few minutes later, when Baby became restless.

She sighed again and turned over, tossing and turning. It didn’t seem to be an unpleasant sigh, so Stan assumed she was just trying to get comfortable. But when she rolled over again, he could feel a wetness in his groin area, where Baby was pressing her crotch into him.

Oh my God. She was horny.

She ran her hands firmly across him, moaning as she heard the rubber squeak, as it seemed to turn her on. All over him she ran her body, bringing more squeaks, more moans. “You are totally mine,” she whispered. “My inflatable toy. I can do anything I want with you. Anything!”

Stan couldn’t argue, but wasn’t sure he liked where this was going.

“You’re all mine,” Baby went on. “There’s nothing you can do--I’m completely in charge! I can make you bigger, I can make you rounder, I can shape you any way I want. I could inflate you till you burst if I wanted to! How much of me can you take? How much can you handle before I cause you to explode?” She rubbed her body against him, grinding her wet crotch into him, and Stan began to lose his concerns. No matter what she did from this point on, he knew he’d be happy!

And as she rubbed her hands over his body, he felt himself change shape again. He was actually becoming human again! But then he realized he wasn’t quite human--he had a human shape, but was still inflated, like an inflatable sex doll. And then--Lord! She reached inside of his crotch and shaped part of his body into her own inflatable dildo! She threw her head back and closed her eyes as she pulled him inside of her and made out with her inflatable mattress.

Stan enjoyed the ride as much as she did, until he noticed something. Lost in her passion, Baby lost control of her powers. As her passion increased, so did his inflation, billowing up to twice the size, twice the intensity as filled, filled, filled with air. She gasped and wailed as she gyrated, causing him to lift her higher and higher off the ground. Didn’t she see how full he was getting? Didn’t she care?

Maybe not. In either case, she did nothing to stop him from blowing up further, his belly expanding more so than the rest, but still looking like a puffy human doll. He heard her breathing become more rapid as she prepared to climax, the pressure inside him increasing, his body still expanding!

And then Baby cried out, reflexively doing what she usually did during sex: She dug her nails into her partner. Stan felt the intense inflation all over, before his attention focused on the sharp blades digging into his back.

Baby let out a sharp cry before her nails pierced Stan’s rubbery skin, and her inflatable toy burst into shreds beneath her.