Liquid L.E.A.D. Part 4

It was now Friday; off I went to pick up a few items on the list. Using the phone directory, I quickly obtained the items. These were the easier items to obtain; the others were going to pose a challenge. In Pennsylvania, I knew where to go; I was given freedom to order what ever I needed to complete my job, within a specified budget though. Here in America we have strict regulations on certain chemical items and their uses. Obtaining the Freon that was needed to ensure there was ample available, just in case a disaster such as the last time occurred, proved to be rather difficult. I decided to leave that for the following week. There was plenty of space on the Yacht, so I didn’t worry about getting everything I needed. The recycling plant that took the old Freon containers and all the metal and plastic I had, mentioned that if I came back on Tuesday, they usually have a chemical hauler come by and he may be able to help me. Leaving there, I quickly rushed back to the motel and took a nap, before getting ready for dinner with David.

After my nap, I showered and waited for David’s call. It was near 7:00pm when David called, he apologized and cursed the heavy traffic this evening. He gave me directions to his place, and told me to retrieve a gate remote from the guard on duty; at the community in which he lives, it was a gated community. Upon arriving at the gate, I told the guard my name and he immediately asked for my license as a security precaution. He returned the license after taking the name and number and proceeded to take the license plate number. Before I could ask about the remote, he handed me a small map with directions to David’s door and the remote as well. Without a word, he returned inside the gatehouse and pushed a button to open the gate. I drove through an immense neighborhood, with two-story house and a large apartment complex in a remote corner. David preferred apartment living, he said it was easier to maintain and fewer bills to pay. I parked the vehicle in the nearest visitor spot; by the time I reached the front door of the complex he was already outside to greet me. He led me in and we took the lift up five levels to the sixth floor. I followed him to his door and he turned around and apologized for not getting some cleaning done before I arrived. We entered the apartment; it was a large two bedroom with a dining room, full kitchen and large living room. He gave me a quick tour and showed me to the balcony; it overlooked a large man-made lake. Excusing himself he went into the bedroom and quickly changed. 

We left for dinner in the rental. I asked what he would like for dinner; I reminded him that is was my treat tonight. He couldn’t decide immediately, but he narrowed his options down to three. After some deliberation and a few questions thrown my way, we settled on Sushi. He told me to take the I-95 and head south to Miami, there was a great place in Miami for Sushi he said. The drive down was a bit tense for me, he was asking some very pointed questions on how much self inflation I have done and how often? Did I always try to go slightly bigger each time I inflated? “I must have blushed and stuttered like a child caught stealing and trying to explain why.” He laughed loudly and kept teasing me for not being able to answer the question without fumbling. We reached our destination thirty-five minutes later. The place was a Bar/Restaurant style, but had a distinguished feel to it. We were seated immediately. David placed the order for us, he said the best way he knows to enjoy Sushi, is to have a bottle of warm Saki and a wide variety of flavors. It took thirty minutes before the food reached our table on a miniature version of a Chinese junk. I absorbed in the wonderful display of colors, and variety of Sushi that they brought to our table. We ordered another bottle of Saki and began to eat. I savored every bit and so did he, we watched the look on each other’s face as we enjoyed our meal. 

It was after Midnight when we left the restaurant and decided to stop at one of the bars, we didn’t want to end the evening just yet. He directed me and we ended up at one of the bars that I had gone to the night I met him. We spoke some more about our experiences inflating in our youth, our life experiences and my recent arrest that almost ended our chance of being together. It wasn’t long before we were in each other’s embrace and kissing. Closing time came too quickly for us. I drove us back to his place, he invited me in and we kept the evening going until mid-morning. We slept until around two in the afternoon. We woke up famished, he got up and showered and started making something to eat for us. I was showering as he cooked. He stopped at the shower door and knocked, I opened and he was there with a big grin on his face. We kissed for a moment and he proceeded back to cooking. While in the shower, I was trying to figure out still; how, am I going to introduce him to my formula? Suddenly he knocked on the door again and said, do you usually take this long? I was so caught up in thought, he was already done cooking and setting the table; I apologize and rinsed the soap off of me and quickly dried myself. It was a large meal, fit for a king. You could say it was a breakfast buffet and then some. I thanked him for doing this and also for waking me up in the shower, he giggled and said: is that where you do most of your thinking. We ate heartily and then sat on the balcony sipping our coffees. 

There is a Fetish Party tonight he mentioned, at one of the local clubs, would I like to go with him? It would be exciting and wonderful to have the both of us with our bellies swollen with air and being out in public without any care. Shock, Panic, and Fear grabbed me; all at the same time at the very moment he finished that statement. He looked at me and instantly began apologizing for even suggesting such a thing without asking if I would ever consider doing such a thing. I could hear the fear in his voice, afraid of my answer. I calmed him down and said; don’t worry about it, it’s not that. It’s just that I have been so private about it throughout my whole life; that I never thought there would come a day that I would ever consider of being inflated in public. He explained to me that he doesn’t leave here inflated, he gets to the club or fetish party and inflates in his car before he gets out. The look of curiosity must have shown in my face, he went to the bedroom and came out with a small knapsack. Inside, was a tire inflator for automobiles, powered by the lighter socket in the car, he looked at me and said; if I do not want to go he would understand. My heart was telling me go, it may be the opening I need; but my mind was telling me no, it would be a freak show if I accidentally inflated too much because I was enjoying the feeling. The choice was not an easy one, but I went with my heart, I needed to let him know that we truly belonged together.

With great trepidation, I suggested that we do some inflation here first, before we go out this evening. He eagerly agreed. We were cautious, knowing the fact that we had eaten a large meal. I inflated him first, watching his belly bulge out slowly. I stopped the pump when he felt he had enough. He had Butt Plugs that he drilled holes thru and a special stopper designed to seal the end of the plug, so as not to let the air escape. It was now my turn; there was no stopping now. He inserted the butt plug in my rear and turned on the pump. He inserted the hose into the bottom of the plug and I felt myself inflate. The look in his eyes was magical, he was in his Heaven, and so was I. He looked at me and I looked at him, we were both ready to cry. I suddenly looked down and saw that I was getting bigger than I wanted to, so I immediately pulled out the hose. His eyes were mesmerized at the size of my belly; it was slightly bigger than his. He inserted the stopper and stepped back. I have never seen anyone your size get that huge he said; at least not in front of my eyes. I was safe; he had seen pictures on the Internet he said. Am I ok was his next question? It’s okay I said, this is about my normal size. With that he calmed down and began feeling my swollen belly as well as his own. It felt good having someone feel me when I was inflated and it felt just as good touching his. We kissed at that moment and while we were kissing, I was imagining inflating him like a giant balloon and floating around the cavern, while I was inflated and floating as well. We each deflated and inflated one more time. 

I left his apartment after we prepared ourselves for tonight. He told me to come back to his place, use the gate remote to let myself into the complex and enter the three digit code he gave into the door downstairs to let myself in. After reaching the motel, I stripped off my clothes with great anticipation and suddenly stopped dead in my tracks and looked at the small refrigerator in my room. I had placed my formula in there to make sure it would remain fresh. Dare I give this to him tonight before we leave or, should I wait for another day? I pondered the pros and cons of doing it tonight and the cons won. I dressed in a pair of loose fitting jeans, as requested by David. I left the motel and headed to David’s again. 

                  He was finishing getting dressed; he had spent some time cleaning the mess from our meals and put everything away. He looked at me and said strip, Huh? How are you going to retain the air without this to hold it in he said, as he held up the butt plug? I immediately complied and dropped my pants. He applied a small amount of lube as he did earlier, for ease of entry. It was now fully inserted and not going anywhere, so he assured me. It proved to be a rather interesting ride with the plug inside. He said don’t worry; it took him almost a week to get used to having it inside while driving. We arrived at the party, and the place looked busy. He parked the car far enough away and in-between other vehicles that were already parked and emptied of occupants. He pulled the pump out of the bag and asked if I was ready? As ready as I will ever be, that’s if I don’t faint first. He smiled and said; if you have second thoughts we can go home. I didn’t want to disappoint him, so I assured him I would be okay. He inflated himself first, bigger than earlier. Then he started inflating me, this time I stopped him at the same place as earlier, but a pinch more. We exited the vehicle and stood there staring at each other’s ballooned belly. We grabbed hands and proceeded to the party. Upon reaching the door, the stares began and the door security stopped us and asked for a $10.00 admission from the two of us. Once inside, the atmosphere was one of great festivity and serious fetishism. We were the only two there with inflated bellies. Several people approached and touched our swollen bellies and asked questions. We looked at each other before either one of us answered. The curiosity was somewhat welcome. We both seemed to answer the questions similarly, except for a few that were more to our personal feelings on our fetish. We found a corner where we could be left alone and sat there with a vantage point to the happenings. Our eyes met at one point and we began to embrace and kiss each other heavily. I was inhaling air, and beginning to bulge more and more. When I went to touch his belly give it a pat, I noticed that I had grown too much. I quickly hugged him and kept him from seeing how big I was. As I hugged him, I forced myself to burp out enough air to reduce my belly back to where it was. There was enough noise that he couldn’t hear me do so. After passing the evening there, being inflated with him and watching the happenings inside the club, it was finally time to go home. We left there with our swollen bellies as trophies of surviving a night out. When we entered the car, I was beginning to undo my pants so that I can remove the stopper from the plug, to slowly release the air and he stopped me. Lets leave it in, it’s late and no one will be awake where I live, so no one will see us entering. I saw the pleading look in his eyes and agreed to do so. 

The ride home was no more unpleasant than the ride to the club, except now we had swollen bellies. We arrived at his place, and as he said; no one was around, so we entered the building and went up to his place. While going up in the lift, he slipped his hand underneath the shirt I was wearing and rubbing my swollen belly. It was arousing feeling having him gently rub his hand over me. I touched him on his belly and suddenly the lift came to a stop and the doors opened. He noticed I was enjoying his touch, and I saw the look of approval on his face as I rubbed his. We exited the lift and entered his apartment, locking the door behind us. Immediately we were embraced in a kiss that almost took us off our feet, we had lost our footing. Quickly recovering before we fell, David suggested we head into the bedroom; he shut off all the light behind us. He and I stripped completely and were standing in front of each other completely naked. We began touching each other in a massaging motion. It wasn’t long before we were sleepy though, we had missed some sleep from the night before and it was now 4:00am. We massaged each other’s belly and kissed until we eventually fell asleep.