Out of the Bag

“Come on, Amy, I’ve been waiting for almost an hour for you!”

Amy grimaced and leaned out of her bedroom door. “That’s because you chose to get ready early!” she yelled back.

Julia sighed in exasperation and checked herself in the mirror one more time. This was going to be the first party of summer break, and she didn’t want to go without achieving absolute facial perfection. She held her deep brown hair back in a faux-ponytail to gauge how well it would look. She decided against it, and let it hang loose to her shoulders. She rolled her eyes and turned around again.

“Well how about now?!”

Amy had to suppress the urge to throw off a string of profanity. She and Julia were very different in terms of their personalities, but enjoyed much of the same things regardless. Their friendship was dotted erratically with disagreements and minor clashes, but more than once they had each learned that life just wasn’t as entertaining without being each others’ counterparts. Amy liked to think to herself that it was just like The Odd Couple, only with two female graduate students instead of adult male bachelors. Where Amy was ordinarily very unconcerned with what others thought of her, and also very quick to anger, Julia was very adept at making and keeping friends, although there were a great many times where her appearance took precedence.

She smiled and thought of how invaluable Julia was to her, and calmed herself before saying “Yeah, in a minute! I’m just finishing up.” She looked in the full-length mirror on her closet door and placed her hands on her hips. Her short, jet-black hair was almost always kept in two short ponytails in back, and long in front, giving her the punkish appearance she had grown fond of way back in her senior year of high school. Unfortunately, this got her a great deal of attention from the perpetually depressive among the opposite gender. She didn’t think like that at all…on the contrary, she had a very naturally pleasant disposition that she simply was reluctant to show a lot of the time.

She never had any intention to go to this party. She actually had plans for something to do in private while Julia was attending this event. Amy was an inflation fetishist, and a good writer, at that. Her stories drew from her deepest fantasies about inflating not only herself, but other girls as well. She wasn’t quite sure why, but what she knew was that she liked guys. She reasoned quite some time ago that girls simply inflate better, and left it at that. When she had first met Julia, she couldn’t help but imagine her suddenly filling up with blueberry juice, or gaining about twelve cup sizes in a matter of seconds.

Regardless of what she had planned to write this evening, Julia’s prodding had convinced her to go, if for no other reason than good food and free beer.

“Allright,” she said, stepping out in cargos and a faded pink tank top, “I’m ready to go.”

“Like that?” Julia exclaimed.

“What’s wrong with this? This isn’t a cocktail party or a masquerade ball,” she said with unmistakable annoyance.

“Yeah, I guess,” Julia said, not wanting to push the topic further. After Amy’s recent break-up, she wanted her to come to the party to get on the road to finding someone new. Not gonna happen with those clothes, she mused silently. “Allright, let’s get going.”

Amy thought the ride to the party, which was hosted by one of Julia’s friends from way back in her middle school, was going to be more entertaining than the actual party itself. To her great surprise, they were actually playing decent music, and serving good beer, to boot. Despite this, she just couldn’t get into it. She knew the real reason Julia had her come, and although she had fallen off the horse, she didn’t want to get back on just yet. She was still reeling from being thrown flat on her back. Snapping out of the metaphorically-induced daze she was in, she reached for another beer, and almost tripped over her own foot. Either it was later than she thought, or she was barely thinking at all. Julia glanced over, smiling at what a lightweight her friend was.

Breaking off from her conversation, she went over to Amy and asked if she was okay.

“I’ll be fine. I guess one beer may have been too much.”

“Well, it’s past one o’clock in the morning now, you know.”

“That late?” Amy exclaimed. “How did that happen?”

“Well, it’s certainly not because you’re having fun. Come on, it’s a party!”

All Amy replied with was a half-hearted “meh”. Julia frowned slightly and reached for a beer for herself.

“Would it help to talk to me first?”

“It’s just too soon. I don’t want to go back into it just yet. I thought the last one really meant something, you know?”

Julia took an unusually large swig and began talking about a failed relationship she was in. Amy must have heard this a hundred times already, but it made her feel better knowing her friend cared enough to sacrifice partying with friends in favor of cheering her up.

A half hour into the conversation, both girls were noticeably tipsy. Amy couldn’t help herself, and thought of Julia drinking more and more beer, until she became a big round water balloon – or beer balloon, as it were. Meanwhile, Julia was talking about how she had actually driven one guy away she didn’t like.

“I just told him I wanted him to put on a diaper for me, and he didn’t know what to think. Luckily for me, he knew what to do, and ran!”

Amy burst out laughing. “Oh, believe me, I’ve heard of weirder crap than that!”

Julia looked at her, unsurprised. “I can believe that…you spend almost all day on your computer, you’re bound to come across some screwed-up stuff on the internet.”

“No, no,” Amy said, still trying to catch her breath. “I mean weird stuff. You ever hear of body inflation?”

Julia’s expression turned quickly to one of puzzlement, and then to one of amusement. She started laughing. “Inflation? Like, rubber suits or something?”

“You’re not gonna believe this is a real thing, but…” Amy paused and looked around to make sure nobody was listening. “Allright, you promise to keep this a secret?”

“Sure.”

“You remember how in cartoons, the characters would get a hose stuck in their mouths, and they’d…” She stopped to puff out her cheeks and put her arms in front of her to simulate a large belly. “Well, take that, and apply it to real people, and you’ve got body inflation. Pretty strange, huh?”

“Yeah, I’ll say…where do you find this stuff?!”

“I have my sources,” Amy said with a grin. Julia was too inebriated to recognize the subtlety of that statement.

As the party wound to a close, both girls decided it would be best to find a designated driver, and got a ride from a mutual friend who was heading back to the same apartment complex.

The next day, Amy woke up on the couch at about two o’clock, surprisingly clear-headed for how much she remembered drinking. In fact, she could remember everything of the previous night, which carried with it a blessing and a curse. The blessing was that she knew she didn’t drink too much. The curse was that she remembered that she did, in fact, drink enough to spill the beans about her fetish. She felt butterflies in her stomach, and hoped that Julia had had more to drink.

Julia was, as she usually was after waking up, vivacious and energetic. “Ohayo gozaimasu!” she said cheerfully. Amy smiled, not only at the fact that Julia hadn’t mentioned the inflation incident, but also that it was apparent she had been watching Amy’s anime on the sly. Her relief turned to an inner feeling of panic when Julia said, “Hey, I wanted to ask you something about what we talked about last night.”

Oh no, Amy thought, she isn’t gonna mention…?

“How did you know about that whole inflation thing again? I mean, just out of curiosity.”

D’OH!

“It seemed to me that you knew more than you were letting on.” She quickly added, “Not that I’m implying that you like this thing, of course, it just seemed a little too specific to me, that’s all.”

“Um, well, there’s a lot of weird…uh, pictures on the internet, you know…” Amy stammered. She could feel her face turning warm, and she knew she was blushing.

“Are you allright?” Julia queried.

“Yeah, I’m just…Well, I think I might have a fever.” Amy couldn’t even maintain eye contact anymore.

“That’s odd…you looked fine a minute ago.”

Note to self: Never fake a sickness around a pre-med graduate, Amy thought.

“You know what I think? You’re embarrassed about the question. I think you DO have an inflation fetish!”

Amy’s face was beet-red now. “I don’t want to talk about it,” she said stiffly.

“You do, don’t you!”

“I said leave me alone,” she said, embarrassed beyond belief. She wanted to get angry, she wanted to just push her friend out of the way, but she couldn’t. She had been found out. The most carefully guarded secret she had was just uncovered. She just wanted to disappear now.

“Fine…I won’t push it,” Julia said with a wicked-looking grin. Amy had a sinking feeling. She knew Julia was lying through her teeth.

Julia left the room, and Amy tried to think about what she should do, when all of a sudden, Julia came back in with the tire pump for her bike. “Oh, no,” Amy said, “No, stop doing this right now. This isn’t funny.”

Julia just grinned and put the hose in her mouth. She pressed down hard on the pump, and a burst of air rushed into her body, pushing her belly out by mere millimeters. “Stop it!” Amy shouted. “Are you really this intent on making fun of me?! I’m dead serious here!”

Julia looked Amy right in the eye as she pushed down on the pump again, and her belly swelled by a substantially larger margin this time. Amy watched as her friend inflated herself before her eyes. “Hehe, you like this, huh?” Julia said in a mocking tone. Amy hated her more than ever now, but deep down, she did want to see her friend blow up even bigger. She wasn’t sure what to feel, but more than anything, she just wanted out of this situation.

Amy watched in a mixture of fear, embarrassment, and interest as Julia pushed down repeatedly on the handle, and turning herself into a balloon. Her belly gently bobbed with the slight motions she made, and it pushed her blue shirt further up with each pump. The button of her pants had popped off, exposing a tiny bit of her pink underwear. Her breasts eagerly followed suit, and by the time Julia finished, had become as big as basketballs, but obviously a lot lighter. They bobbed up and down off her enormous belly as she sat cross-legged on the floor squeezing her new-found girth.

“Well?” Amy said, her voice breaking. “Are you happy now? Are you going to stop doing this to me? I’m already embarrassed enough as it is, now act like a friend and just drop it!!”

Julia wasn’t listening. She was entranced. She didn’t know what this feeling was, but she knew it felt like nothing she had ever felt before. Her skin, stretched taut to accommodate the vast amount of air inside of her, was extremely sensitive to touch. She didn’t expect it to feel so good, but it did. She didn’t want to admit it, but it was undeniably pleasurable.

“Amy…How is this supposed to feel?”

“Stop it. Just stop making fun of me, please.”

“No, wait, I’m not making fun of you…I want to know how this is supposed to feel.”

“How should I know? I never tried it.” Amy was a bit confused at this point. Julia was staring, mouth agape, at her balloon belly. Her face looked like she had just found the Ark of the Covenant.

“Come over here.” Amy sighed and sat down next to Julia. Suddenly and without warning, Julia grabbed Amy’s right hand and placed it firmly on her breast. Amy was about to curse her friend out, but stopped when she felt it. Almost immediately, she forgot about the initial shock, and focused on how soft Julia’s boob was. It gave when Amy pressed her hand on it, and bounced when she let go. “Whoa…Julia…what does it feel like?”

Julia looked her friend square in the eye with the same expression of wonderment, and leaned in closer to Amy’s face before saying, “Incredible…”

Amy and Julia played with Julia’s bloated belly and breasts for a good half hour before Julia did something unexpected. She grabbed the air hose and put it in her mouth, and gave the pump to Amy. Amy stared at the cylinder for a moment, and looked at Julia, with the hose in her mouth, and an eager expression on her face. Amy wasn’t sure what she should do. This was her fantasy come true, but she wasn’t sure how to feel. This was her best friend, someone she had known since she was a junior in high school. She was having thoughts about her that she didn’t know she could have. She thought about it for a moment before she realized that she should go with what her gut told her. And what it was telling her was that her friend might be turning into something more.

A smile creased Amy’s face and brought a gleam to her eyes as she nodded and pulled the handle up as far as it would go. Julia’s toes curled up as she anticipated the surge of pleasure that was about to come. The handle descended, and Julia got a large serving of air, sending that strange sensation throughout her bloated body. She could feel her arms and legs beginning to give gracious asylum to the air her belly and breasts would no longer accept. Bigger and bigger she became, rounder and rounder she grew, until her arms and legs were so full of air, she could no longer bend them. Julia was panting hard, and Amy was quivering with delight at inflating her friend into a giant balloon girl.

Julia spat the air hose out and looked at Amy as best she could over her massive chest. “Amy, wait.”

“What is it?” Amy asked dejectedly, fearing that Julia was no longer entertained by the idea of becoming a balloon.

“I need you to take off my shirt and pants, they’re too tight. Please?”

Amy smiled, and nodded to her friend, carefully removing her pants and shirt, exposing the straining bra and panties underneath.

“Rrg…Still no good, Amy…” Julia said.

“You want me to…?”

“….Would you?”

Amy carefully rolled her friend onto her back, and unhooked her constrictive bra, freeing her air-filled boobs from their harsh prison. Julia moaned in relief as her chest almost seemed to expand even more with the removal of the wall that prevented them from being free to bounce and bob even more than they were. That relief was no match for the appreciative swelling her hips and ass gave her when Amy delicately removed her panties and rolled her back onto her back. Now completely nude, Julia could see just how beautiful the body of a balloon girl really was. Her nipples crowned the mountainous orbs that were her breasts, and stood upright to reflect to the world how pleasurable this sensation was. She smiled knowing that her boobs had never been bigger. She swayed back and forth ever so slightly on her sphere of a torso, flailing her arms and legs as much as she could, which, in her current state, was not a great deal. Her legs were spread open, proudly displaying her womanhood. All of this combined created a sensation that made Julia wish this would never end.

Amy pumped faster, her newfound vigor fueled by unfiltered arousal. Julia moaned through the hose in her mouth as she became a perfect sphere. Amy gave her one last pump, and her belly button suddenly emerged with an audible popping noise. Julia gasped, and let the hose fall from her mouth.

Amy panted, and walked around her friend’s bloated, naked, quivering body, now as large across as she was tall, and knelt beside her head. “This is incredible…you’re a real human blimp…!”

“I never thought I’d see the day…when I felt sexier as a balloon,” Julia replied with a smile.

Amy blushed, and realized just how ridiculous the situation seemed. She had inflated her best friend into a perfectly spherical balloon, save for her hands, feet, head, and breasts. Not only had her most secret fantasy become a reality, but Julia actually liked it! Before this, she would have never thought of Julia as anything more than just a friend, but now, something was coming over her. She didn’t know how to explain it, but looking at Julia now, with her puffy cheeks, sweat-drenched smiling face, and taut, spherical body, she couldn’t help but accept that she was turned on by her friend’s new appearance. She wanted to do things to her that she wouldn’t have even considered before. She wanted to take advantage of her helplessness.

Giving Julia a sly grin, Amy disappeared from view. Julia flapped her hands in anticipation. She knew what was about to happen, and she didn’t care. She felt pressure on the opposite end of her body, and watched as Amy re-appeared on top of her massive midsection. Amy was still blushing, but had a very confident air about her anyway. Julia was sure she was, as well, but was biting her lower lip with an unmatched eagerness. She was positive now, more than ever, that she loved feeling this way. She loved her body. But most of all, she loved the woman who was on top of her at this very moment.

Amy shifted her comparatively modest bust so that it was staring Julia square in the face. She wanted to tease her a bit, to make her want to be taken advantage of even more. “Don’t worry,” Amy said smugly. “I didn’t climb all the way up here for nothing.” She grabbed a firm hold of Julia’s chest, one breast in each hand, and began to squeeze and play with them. Julia responded by tilting her head back and moaning. She wasn’t just pretending, either. This was the most erotic sensation she’d ever felt. And she wanted more.

Placing a thumb firmly over each nipple, Amy made small circles. She pressed down and continued to rotate her thumbs, further stimulating Julia’s already painfully stiff nipples to the point where she couldn’t stop gasping for breath. Amy grabbed down hard on Julia’s chest, and lowered herself down to where Julia was just now regaining her composure. Their eyes met, and both girls’ faces turned bright red. Without a word, Amy leaned in and locked lips with Julia. The kiss was passionate, and lasted well over five minutes, and ended with Amy pulling a surprise move. She took a deep breath, and blew hard into Julia’s mouth. Julia’s eyes opened wide as she grew another foot in all directions.

“And now,” Amy said slyly, “the grand finale.” Julia leaned back, and closed her eyes, waiting for that long-awaited sensation. Then it hit her. Right between her legs, she felt Amy planting tender kisses on her unbelievably sensitive nether regions. Every once in a while, Amy would blow hard into Julia, bloating her even farther beyond what she though were her limits. After a few moments, she just couldn’t hold it in anymore. She cried out from the most intense orgasm she had ever felt. And little did she know that on the other side of her massive, quivering body, the entire act had become such an arousing spectacle, that Amy wanted in on it too, and had taken to pleasuring herself along with her friend.

They lay on the floor of their apartment, panting and heaving, and looking deep into each others’ eyes. All of a sudden, Amy stood up, gripping her unfastened belt. Realizing at this point that her modesty was of little concern, she let them drop, exposing her smoothly shaven legs and rounded hips. She shuffled her garments off her ankles, and walked out of the room and into her bedroom. Julia tried her best to peer around the corner, but she couldn’t determine, from sight or sound, what it was that Amy was doing, until at last she emerged with a shiny, cylindrical object. It took her a moment, but she realized it was a compressed air cylinder. “What are you doing with that?” she asked.

“Well, I may not have ever inflated myself, but this is something that should be in any inflationist’s arsenal. Who knows? One day, I may have even tried it out on you one quiet, boring night…”

Julia smiled, and thought about how much she would enjoy going to bed skinny and waking up bloated…as long as she didn’t have work that morning, of course. Julia snapped out of fantasizing about something she never thought she would, and noticed Amy pulling her undergarments down and tossing them aside, and at the same time threading the tank’s hose gently into her crotch. Julia watched, mouth agape, unbelievably aroused, as Amy turned the valve on the top of the tank and almost immediately began to fill up.

Oh, wow, she thought, this really DOES feel good…! Why didn’t I ever do this before?! I’m inflating, I’m really inflating!

Her smile grew larger as she lost mobility in her arms and legs, and as her shirt tore itself apart, exposing her constantly rounding breasts and pierced navel, which had already popped out. She willingly spread her arms out now, and leapt up as high as she could. She experienced an incredible sensation as she floated for a moment and fell back to the ground with the softness of a real rubber balloon. This is incredible…I’m a blimp! I’m a big, beautiful blimp!

As Amy rounded out into a perfect sphere, she wiggled her body over to the tank, and tightened the nozzle. “Amy…I have to admit, I never thought I’d feel the way I do about you right now,” Julia confessed, her face turning a deep crimson.

“Yeah, me neither…but you know something? I don’t regret it. I just wish I had done this sooner…!”

Julia scooted her body over as much as she could, and brought her face less than an inch from Amy’s own. They closed their eyes and pressed their lips together in their most passionate kiss yet. Immobile, bloated, and aroused, they held together for at least seven minutes. To them, it seemed like an hour.

And neither wanted it to end.