Inflationary Tales, Part 1

or, “1001 Inflationary Nights”

When the three gorgeous women entered the tavern, the smart men headed for the door. The others, clearly the majority, remained to stare at the blonde, brunette, and redhead who strutted confidently, perhaps arrogantly, to the bar. The female bartender, Sarah, politely took their drink orders and served them without comment.

She recognized the hot trio as Baby (the blonde), Brianna (the brunette) and Kitty (the redhead). Baby’s perfection culminated in her sculptured butt, which caressed a lucky bar stool. Her beauty was only enhanced, not detracted, by her prominent angular nose. The tall, athletic Brianna leaned over the bar, resting her inviting breasts, which seemed to need a break from their attempts to break free of her tight tank top. The rambunctious Kitty, always smiling, attracted many eyes to her skin-tight shorts that rode up her crotch while exposing her long golden legs. Sarah knew it was best to stay in their good graces.

Unfortunately, Bob was new in town.

He, like most of the male species, was immediately entranced by the three beauties. With a lustful look in his eye, he sauntered up to the bar next to the gorgeous treacle. “Hey, ladies,” he cooed, “buy you all a drink?”

Baby and Brianna just looked impassively at him. Kitty, however, beamed with excitement. “Oooh! A volunteer!” she said jubilantly.

“A volunteer?” Bob repeated mindlessly.

“Yep,” said Kitty. “See, I like two things in life: Popping bubble gum and popping men. And guess what? I’m all out of bubble gum! So goodbye!”

With that, Bob looked down to see his coat filling up like an inflatable life jacket. It didn’t take him long to figure out that it wasn’t his coat that was doing the inflating. His body was rapidly pumping up, blowing up like a balloon. The coat quickly began to shred, and in just seconds, Bob had become a huge balloon ball, rapidly expanding in all directions, losing his human features to be replaced by a round, inflating ball for a body. A few more seconds, and all that remained of Bob was his puffy head, hands and feet sticking out of a giant balloon that continued to grow at an exponential rate.

Kitty giggled, her wild eyes gleaming with the anticipated conclusion. A slight grin broke out on Brianna’s previously impassive face. Sarah the bartender covered her ears. Baby looked slightly bored.

Bob had ballooned so big that he was almost touching the ceiling of the tavern. Kitty pointed at him. “Pop!” she shouted. She liked to predict when the big bang would occur, but she was not always accurate. Bob continued to inflate.

“Please, don’t!” he pleaded through his plump lips.

“I said pop!” said Kitty, and thrust her finger at him again. But he still just grew bigger, looking pleadingly around for help that wasn’t forthcoming.

“I’ll do anything!” Bob assured her. “Don’t let me burst!”

But Kitty just ordered him again: “Pop!”

Bob’s puffy head touched the ceiling, and then…

BANG! Bob burst into nothingness, leaving only shredded articles of clothing to indicate he had ever existed.

“Yes!” said Kitty, throwing up her arms in victory, drinking in the echo of the popping noise that she loved so much. Baby and Brianna exchanged a knowing glance. A few more patrons carefully made their way to the door.

Kitty closed her eyes and clenched her fists in ecstasy. “God, I love it when they beg!”

Brianna nodded at the torn remains of Bob’s clothes. “That was a good one,” she acknowledged.

Baby just looked forward and sighed.

Kitty leaned forward, looking past Brianna at the blonde. “Baby! What’s the matter?”

“Oh, nothing,” said Baby distantly. “I guess I’m getting a little blasé, you know? I think I’ve popped so many men in my time that it’s getting old.”

Kitty just gaped as she struggled with the concept. “Getting old? Who gets tired of popping men? That’s like getting tired of multiple orgasms!”

“I think I understand,” said Brianna. “I have to admit it; it’s never quite as good as the first time I popped a guy.”

“You guys are nuts!” said Kitty, whose love of popping was unsurpassed. “It just gets better and better for me!”

“Oh, it’s still nice,” said Baby. “But the first was the best for me, too.”

Kitty just looked puzzled. “Well, why don’t you tell us about it?”

“Yeah!” Brianna encouraged her. “Tell us about your first time!”

Baby smiled, a faraway look in her eyes as she recalled the happy memory. “Well, it was like this…” she began, rubbing her chin. And the world went all blurry and wavy…

1. Baby’s Tale

My boyfriend John and I went down to a secluded area of the beach. I brought along my inflatable raft, but I forgot to bring the air pump. So I asked John to blow it up for me.

“Oh, man, are you sure you need it?” he asked, because he knew it would take quite a bit of time and quite a bit of air. But of course, all I needed to do was bat my eyelids at him, and he started a-blowin’.

I lay on the sand in my bikini—you know, the thin white one that becomes transparent when it gets wet?—and I didn’t do anything but watch him inflate that raft for about 20 minutes. I kept him inspired by just being there, lying on my stomach so he could see my butt as well as my rack. I knew he thought I looked good, so he kept puffing away like a good little boy.

As I watched the raft inflate, I began to feel a little funny. Watching it get bigger, I think I felt a twinge of something, a sign that maybe watching things inflate held a special interest for me. The bigger it got, the bigger this feeling became, and I began to feel a bit playful.

Finally, the raft was almost fully inflated. John was clearly winded and anxious to see me get wet. He held the nozzle, trying to get it closed without any air escaping.

“One more breath,” I told him.

“Baby, it’s full,” he assured me. “What do you want me to do, pop it?”

“It won’t pop,” I said. “Trust me. Just one more breath. A deep one.”

So he took a deep breath, and just as his lips touched the nozzle, I leaped onto the raft. The sudden pressure on it blew back all the air in the raft, as well as the air he had inhaled. I think we were both surprised what happened next.

The raft was totally deflated again, and all the air was pushed back into John. His eyes widened as his whole body plumped up. Not just his cheeks; not just his stomach; but his arms, legs, and entire midsection all puffed up with air. The nozzle of the raft dropped out of his mouth, but no air escaped. I don’t know how all the air managed to stay inside of him. Of course, later I learned that I was doing it by my own willpower; but at the time, all I knew was that I had accidentally discovered how to inflate my boyfriend.

After an initial moment of shock, I burst out laughing, and I kept laughing at him for some time, rolling around in the sand, holding my sides. He squirmed around, trying to adjust to his new bloated condition and failing miserably. He could barely move! It was so priceless!

“Baby! It’s not funny!” he wailed, but that just made me laugh harder.

“What do you mean?” I said, gasping and crying from laughing so hard. “Look at you! You’re a balloon! It’s hilarious!”

He fumed a bit, still trying to move his arms, but all he could do was flail them a little bit. Finally, he looked down at his blimp body and chuckled a little. “I guess I do look a little funny,” he admitted. “But that was still pretty mean!”

“You’re right,” I said, finally getting control of myself. I sighed and wrapped my arms around him as best I could. “That was pretty cruel of me, and I owe you something for that.”

He looked at me lustfully. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“A good swim!” I said, and I snatched him up and threw him into the water. Then I jumped on top of him, using him as my raft as I paddled around.

“Baby!” He tried to call out, but the waves would splash over his face, keeping him from saying much of anything.

“Relax, pool-toy!” I called down to him. “It’s not like you’re going to drown! You’ve got plenty of air!” I laughed again and kept paddling for a while, his body squeaking beneath me as the waves batted us about.

Finally, I noticed his head had been underwater for a while, and he was looking a bit blue, so I reluctantly dragged him back to shore. I squeezed his rubbery body a little, forcing a gush of water to shoot out his mouth, aided by all that air inside him. Unfortunately, this also caused him to deflate a bit, and he was sufficiently deflated that he could walk around a bit.

This would not do. Before he could escape, I threw him down on the beach, and acted as though I was about to give him mouth-to-mouth. He didn’t even resist as I laid him on his back, pinched his nose closed, and brought my open mouth down on his.

And I blew.

He went, “Hmmmph!” as his body plumped up again, returning to his inflatable-raft state. But I didn’t stop there. I blew again, and he plumped up further, especially in his midsection. He began to put up a fight; but it was just so pathetic, with his pudgy arms and legs flailing around, that I almost began laughing again. But as I felt him get larger beneath me, heard his body squeaking from the increased air pressure, my amusement gave way to a deeper, sensual feeling. I puffed again, and sighed inwardly as he expanded again. So I puffed some more, and then again. I closed my eyes, just feeling his rubbery body inflate and inflate. I rubbed my hand over his inflating belly, feeling it get bigger and bigger. I totally lost control, and for the next several minutes—I lost complete track of time—I just concentrated on blowing up my pool toy.

Finally, I opened my eyes, and all I could see was round flesh in front of me. I had blown him up so big that he looked absolutely giant, like a hot-air balloon version of himself, but rounder, looking less like a person and more like a giant balloon-ball.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, looking over the vast expanse of his body. “You’re a huge balloon! You are the biggest balloon I’ve ever seen!”

He murmured something back, but I realized that my hand was clutching his lips, holding them as if his mouth was the neck of a giant balloon. I decided to keep it that way for a while. I again lay on the sand, lying on my back and holding my balloon up to the sun. John was stretched so tight, so thin, that he was transparent, and I could see the clouds above me. I kicked him gently, bouncing him in the air, while keeping a tight grip on his lips. I was entranced at my giant balloon. I had never seen one so big in my life. I ran my toe over his taut skin, feeling his rubbery body against my leg. Finally, I whispered, “So what do I do with you?”

He tried to share his idea with me, but I wouldn’t release his mouth. I was just thinking aloud.

“How big can you get?” I asked.

Again, he squirmed helplessly, looking pleadingly back at me with his distended face. I noticed he no longer had a neck; his body had absorbed most of his extremities, and I saw him only as balloon with a face on it.

“I think I’ll find out,” I said.

“Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!” he said.

I just laughed and blew into him again. The air was struggling to escape, and his body kept trying to push the air back at me, resisting any further growth. I pulled back a little, looking over his giant balloon-body. Then came the moment when I faced the very real prospect that I would cause my boyfriend to burst. Part of me was scared. But most of me was excited, knowing that only one conclusion would satisfy me. I could never just go back to seeing John as he was before.

“You’re about to burst, aren’t you?” I asked.

“Mm-mm!” he agreed.

I squeezed him gently between my legs. “Good,” I said, and blew him up again.

I blew and blew, and I realized that, for me, there was no going back. I had to see this to the end. I would not stop. I could not stop. I just puffed, and puffed, and puffed…!!

The explosion was sudden, terrifying, and exhilarating. I wallowed in its power, as the sound of his bursting echoed back at me, still ringing in my ears as I drank in the sight of boy-balloon fragments raining down on me.

****

“Sweet,” said Kitty, picturing the image in her mind.

“That’s a nice story,” Brianna agreed, nodding.

Baby sighed. “Never another time like the first.”

“So,” said Kitty, “did you feel any remorse?”

Baby looked genuinely confused by the question. “Remorse? What for?”

“For popping a guy you could’ve had more sex with first!” said Kitty, as if it were obvious.

Baby made a contemptuous noise. “Please! As if guys to use as sex toys are hard to come by!” She looked over her shoulder at the nearest male, who was ogling Baby from a couple tables away. “You!” said Baby. “Come here!”

The man looked around to make sure she was talking to him. Then he raced up to the bar where she sat. “Who, me?”

“Yeah, you,” said Baby, a little impatiently. “You want to be my boyfriend? Maybe go back to my place and have sex later on?”

“Hell, yeah!” said the guy.

Baby turned to her friends. “See? Piece of cake!” Then she turned back to the eager man. “Now blow up until you pop.”

The man immediately began to inflate, becoming a round balloon in just a few short instants. “But—but I never got to—I mean, we never even—!!”

But Baby had already turned back to her friends, ignoring the cries of her inflating victim. “Anyway,” Baby continued, “how about you guys? You remember the first guy you ever popped?”

Brianna nodded. “Oh, yeah, I’ve got a great story about that.” She looked over Baby’s shoulder. “Watch it; your ex-boyfriend’s about to pop.”

“Who? What ex-boyfriend?” Baby looked over her shoulder at the man she told to inflate, having forgotten him already. “Oh. Him,” she said, uninterested.

The man was a huge expanding ball, almost to his limits. He looked down at the three gorgeous women, especially at the woman was causing him to inflate. “I regret nothing!” he shouted, and burst into pieces.

Kitty whooped and clapped for a moment before turning back to Brianna. “Anyway, you were saying…?”

“Yeah, the first guy I ever popped. Actually, it was a communal experience. I was joined by my entire cheerleading squad. But it’s still a great story. I remember it as if it were a memory from high school…”

She rubbed her chin, and the world became all blurry and wavy…