Not a Word

Sarah began to sob as the full weight of her predicament sank in. The torn scraps of garments and undergarments scattered around her were all sore reminders of her current state. Unable to move, she simply flapped her hands and kicked her feet, rocking slightly as she did so. Her face, visible only down to her lower lip for the sheer size of her body, was beet red, with tears trickling down her puffed-out cheeks. Squeaking sounds emanated from her naked, spherical body whenever she moved even slightly, like the turgidity of a balloon being tried and tested by any force acting against it. The nerve endings in her skin were being strained, and every touch, every little brush her skin made with the carpeting, every time the gentle breeze from the oscillating fan washed over her, it sent a tingle across her lightly sun-kissed flesh. And it scared her. The thoughts running through her head were panicked ones, disbelieving ones. They stood in stark contrast to what her body was feeling.

How did this happen…?

In truth, she didn’t know. A day off of work, watching bad horror films, suddenly turned into a bizarre spectacle as Sarah began to inflate without any apparent cause.

What can I do…?

There was nothing she could do. She was immobile. She didn’t want to roll herself for fear of running into a sharp object. She was, for all intents and purposes, helpless.

Will it start again…?

Who could say? All she could do was hope and pray that it didn’t. Though very faint, she could see veins dotting her skin, a frightening reminder of her utter fullness.

What about Kat…?

Kat. Her roommate for three years. What the hell would she think when she saw her like this…?

Most of all, it was the embarrassment Sarah dreaded the most. Kat would come home and see her like this. There was no avoiding it. Sarah almost wanted it to start again just so she could burst, blow apart in a spectacular nova, just so she wouldn’t have to face the humiliation. She cried harder and began to sweat when she heard the door open in the other room. This was it.

Kat walked into the TV room, with the television itself on, the word “VIDEO” being the only illumination in the room. She sighed exhaustedly, fumbling for the light switch. Sarah sniffled somewhere in the dark, and Kat became concerned. She furrowed her brow and called out to Sarah as she flicked the switch. She couldn’t believe what she saw. She dropped her backpack as her heart leaped into her throat. She stumbled back and covered her mouth with one hand, eyes wide. Sarah closed her eyes and wished desperately that she could disappear. Kat, on the other hand, had different thoughts. It was obvious Sarah was distressed…panicked. She wanted to console her…she wanted to tell her best friend about how this was how she always imagined her. She wanted to tell her about how she always preferred women over men. She wanted to hug her, to reassure her, and comfort her…but she was paralyzed. Sarah wanted to float away. She wanted to stop the feelings washing over her skin, coursing downwards, between her legs. She wanted to admit how good it felt…but she couldn’t. Two effectively immobile girls, each with their own secrets they couldn’t bear to reveal.

Sarah saw it in Kat’s eyes. Her lust-filled gaze scanned every inch of her body. And Kat knew how Sarah really felt. The wet patch on the carpet her womanhood gently brushed against let her know that Sarah was certainly not in pain. Kat had fantasized about how pleasurable it would be, about how sensitive to the touch the lucky balloon girl would be. But until now, it was all fantasy. It was all pictures and stories, reality as it appeared on a sheet of paper. Until now, it was just a wish. Now her wish had come true…she wanted Sarah now, more than ever before. She gingerly took a tentative step forward, and another, and another, until she was scant inches from her waking dream. She ran a finger down Sarah’s belly, to her pierced navel, poking out of her belly, an arousing reminder of her roommate’s fullness. Kat blushed as she planted a kiss on it, assuring Sarah that everything would be all right.

Sarah couldn’t focus. Her vision blurred as Kat’s touches just made her desperate to pleasure herself. What she wouldn’t give to be able to reach down, and force her self into orgasm…it was like torture. She would have outright asked Kat at this point to do it for her, but for her inability to speak. She saw Kat’s head rising up over her mountainous breasts, like a fresh new sunrise. Sarah inwardly smiled as she slowly began to realize how much more beautiful Kat was than something as clichéd as a sunrise. She outwardly smiled – at least the best she could – when she realized Kat’s intent. She leaned her head in as far as she could, as both girls closed their eyes and lost themselves in a passionate kiss that seemed to last for hours. Their tongues danced about fluidly, even gracefully, in what both girls knew to be the best kiss either of them had ever had.

When it ended, Sarah began to moisten even further, knowing that even better things were in store. She wanted nothing more now than to cum, and Kat was more than happy to oblige the unspoken request. She laid face-up on the floor, and licked and kissed Sarah’s nethers tenderly, using a free hand to unbutton her own jeans and delve into her panties, eager to have the fullest potential of her ultimate fantasy be realized. For a good, long while that night, both girls were experiencing the purest form of sexual pleasure either of them had ever felt. When it was all over, Sarah curled her toes and moaned loudly, the full force of her ecstasy-fueled cry muffled by her swollen cheeks. Kat brought herself to orgasm when she heard her love cum, and felt Sarah’s swollen body shivering atop her own.

Their hearts pounding, their bodies glistening with sweat, the girls ended their night exhausted and content. Kat completely disrobed before rolling Sarah onto her back, and climbing atop the human balloon. She nuzzled Sarah’s body, gently playing with her still-erect nipples, until they both fell into a deep sleep. When they awoke the next morning, Sarah was deflated by means as mysterious as those of her inflation. They looked at each other drowsily for a moment, before Kat cracked a smile, and both girls started giggling at their current situation, which was admittedly a little embarrassing. Lying naked on the carpeted floor and shivering from the cold of an early morning, Sarah used her newfound mobility to grab a blanket draped over the back of the couch, and wrapped herself up with Kat. She planted a tender kiss on her lips as she pulled herself in close, snuggling up with her love and drifting off to sleep again. Her eyes opened wide when she realized that the space within the blanket was slowly shrinking. In a hopeful rush, she felt her own body, and, somewhat disappointedly, found it to be as it was before: trim and shapely. All at once, the light clicked on in her head, and with an excited expression, she looked at Kat, who was just was eager for what would come next. Sarah felt around under the blanket, running her fingers along Kat’s body.

It was definitely bigger.