Hi! Want to say thanks to everybody that's dong this and I would like to request a story.
I'm a male, and the sort of scenario I'd like see is inflating into a complete sphere in a public place (restaurant?) with some humiliation. Also maybe you can include my girlfriend trying to save me from getting inflated (maybe she gets inflated as well?)
And I like popping!
Ill take this one. Will get to it when i can
great thank you!
This sounds pretty cool, I'm in.
I'm male, about 5'10" and slim. This caricature of sorts is a pretty good example of what I look like and what sort of clothes I'd like to be wearing.
I'm mostly into full body inflation with gas, either being inflated by someone else or being inflated by some sort of accident with someone trying to help me. Popping (non-gory) is good, as is me helplessly floating away or rapidly deflating and blowing away. Otherwise, go nuts!
Hi, I'm interested and would like somebody to do one for me, I'll let you do whatever you want but no sexual theme. I'm male, 6'1" a little overweight, brown hair. If you do choose this, focus on ass inflation, but other than that have fun
Hey, I would love one! I'm 5'10 Latino, into blueberry inflation, rolling, humiliation, and possible popping. Also I'd like it at wonkas with a boyfriend, father, or football coach/ team or any combination. Thanks!
Hey I'm lee 6'2 male dark hair athletic build. I like full body inflation with the details i.e. feet, hands and head inflate, pop me if you want to could someone please write a story about me getting inflated?
hey, im a male, about 6 ft, weighs around 120 lbs, have brown hair down to my shoulders, into almost any kind of inflation except stuffing, i am not into popping at all, and prefer being force inflated by a insulted girlfriend, in a private place and almost any kind of inflation but my favorite would be hand or blow job form
I've never done this before, but I'm excited to find out how it would turn out!
I'm a man, reasonably tall (about six-three), with dark hair. I love inflation in intimate places... the bathroom, during a shower, stuff like that. Inflation to relax, essentially. Blowing up in total privacy, in the company of someone willing to share that kind of intimacy. Wake up in the morning, inflate with someone special, that kind of thing. Hopefully an author can make something of that. If not, I can certainly provide more details! :)
I claim this one.
Is anyone still doing this?
Also I like me, who is 5"6, A bit chubby, and wants to be inflated into a moon sized Cherry, Nudity is fine, and no popping please
I'd like to put my name forward for one. I'm about 5'10'', dark hair, glasses, got a little bit of belly and a little butt. I prefer full-body stories. I'm also a gay male, so if it's a guy doing it to another guy (for a thrill, maybe as a sign of dominance, or bullying, it doesn't have to be sexual), that'd be even better. At the very least, don't romantically pair my character with a girl. No popping. I kind of like the idea that the inflated guy can either decide he liked it and takes it on as a kink or gets revenge. Hilarious deflations are a plus.
Well, this has been dead for awhile, so I wrote my own, but I submitted it as a story instead.
I'll just put this out there in case anyone's still doing it. :P
Name: Tor. I'm a male, 6'2, long dark hair that is shoulder length. Average build. I like belly and full body inflation. I enjoy to begin with belly inflation, but the end result being me, a large, round, helpless sphere. :3 As for mediums, I mostly prefer heavier than air materials, basically water and food (stuffing). I don't like popping, though. No thank you. >.<
No preference on where it occurs, though I'd like it to be out in the open, public or private, as I love to be rolled around and played with. A little bit of taunting wouldn't hurt either... :P
Thank you!
I hope this is still going :)
Details: Jodie, female, 5'3", dark blonde long length hair, blue eyes, quite chubby/fat at roughly 200lbs. I love heavier expansions (hugely fat in a cartoonishly plump/inflated appearance), especially under Wonka-like scenarios and settings, and methods from stuffing of food, to being unable to stop eating, to a weight loss gum gone wrong. Love clothing bursting, buttons popping, belts nsapped, etc, and bursting in general. Taunting also good too.
Thanks :)
Female, 1.60 mts, short brown hair. I like breast and/or hourglass. Air or helium, I just love the idea of a girl to inflate me.
I've never done this before but it looks fun!
Apologies for techicalities, what name do you prefer for her who has breasts and becomes an hourglass?
A few more details like profession of this person (or furson?) would help greatly ^_^
Thank you!
I am the inflatee (sorry for misuderstanding lol) you mean information about my inflator girl?
You’ve never been the kind of girl who celebrates graduation by floating in the sky dressed only in academic hat. Yet you’ve allowed yourself to have your share of fun now and then, and today you decided to fill your lunch break with something silly, like inflating yourself.
The spacious dome of inflatics gym reflected sunlight on the other side of the campus, just far enough to finish your sandwich while cycling. You swiftly ran up the wide stairs and into a long hall starting with a lobby and ending with a training hall. Things looked reassuringly mundane – you were even instructed to pass a medical examination before signing in. Doctor quickly checked your overalls, told you which clothes to bring next time, and gave you a violet dress with hidden belt for your first visit
You’ve looked into the mirror while you were changing clothes. An Italian lady 1.60 mts with a short brown hair looked back at you with curiosity written on lively face. You give the mirror your best confident expression - "good luck, Isaac Mc Mat" - and turn to leave the room.
When you returned back to the lobby a slim blonde in grey yoga pants and topic leaned on the counter. Receptionist pointed at you with eyes, and the blonde turned leaving a pencil and sheets with tables.
- Hello and welcome to the gym. – She looked quiet and relaxed and spoke casually. - May I ask which line of training do you prefer?
You pause.
- I'll try something simple.
As soon as the two of you arrive at the training hall the coach links a helium tank to your navel. It tickles and you giggle.
- Now let’s give you a few pumps.
You hear a barely audible hissing sound and you feel gas moving in your breasts as if something furry is squishing inside of you gently pushing you wider. You yelp when the feeling gets more intense.
You look in front of you at your ballooning chest that gives you so many new feelings, sensation of fullness making you feel slightly sick.
You touch yourself and sense your breasts keep slowly stretching, also your hips feel pudgier! You keep expanding feeling increasingly big.
Your new size probably won’t let you pass through some more narrow doors, your bust rises like a dough and judging how your back feels one chair might not be enough. It’s so weird to become a bigger person in a matter of seconds. Dwelling on that feeling makes you expand even more.
Your bust takes the lead and gloriously expands like a pair of beach balls making it pretty much all you see. You intently feel the tightness. Your dress stretches on your curves; you hear its fabrique gliding on your inflating skin with a silky sound. You grow in silence for a while, being overwhelmed by sensations you’ve never experienced before
You feel something approaching – something enormous. The coach below asks you something. You are too busy to answer
Each your creak sounds like thunder to you. Warm calm fills you to the brim and you slowly open your eyes
You are huge. You look at your small coach down below through two huge violet balloons - they’re translucent. You sit gyrating on another balloon. You can’t turn your head to check that, but it’s very easy to keep balance.
The coach folds the hose of a helium tank
You feel stretched and tight all over. You gently contract your enormous buttocks and send the air into two enormous spheres struggling for space on top of your belly. As the pressure increases there you slightly contract your front to send air back. It takes only a fraction of your efforts to keep the wave going back and forth. And so you play with the wave for a while
You feel the helium fighting back and you grow tired of containing it. You look up through the glass ceiling, not so high above anymore, and catch the sun in your right nipple. It’s time to end the training.
You cautiously pull your sides together, closer to your centre. You feel how your circumference bends. Suddenly you feel a stream leaving your navel and your enormous breasts become slightly less translucent.
You pull together again, and more helium leaves you. Your breasts are still huge but they aren’t translucent anymore. You take a break and rest
- Keep muscle tonus. Try to find the zone where deflation is continuous, - advices the trainer.
This takes a while, but eventually you get used to the feeling of helium leaving you, and focus on the feeling itself, sensing the nuances of how helium hugs, kisses and tickles you on the inside. It takes all your concentration to cling to this feeling, but your deflation becomes smooth and increases in pace
As your curves shrink from cartoonish to obese to voluptuous confidence grows in you. You like the feeling of being in control under pressure, tracking incredible sensations and acting on them precisely and promptly. The last bit of helium leaves you – you become completely normal, as if you’ve never inflated
- Great work! – Smiles your coach
You make a few squats and swing your arms. After taking a shower and putting on clothes you hop on a bicycle and quickly gain speed along campus lanes. Your thoughts are already at work, but you know deep in your heart that you’ll definitely return.
I am a female and I am fond of accidental full body inflation with water. I am 21, 150 pounds, and have black hair with blue eyes.
Edit: Crap this was a necro wasn't it.... sorry.
I'll see if I can whip something up for you anyway. Did you have a size preference / desire of 1st, 2nd, 3rd person perspective?
Eh, I have no preference to size, make me as big or as small as you wish, and I enjoy the first person view.
Male, white, Irish and a bit chubby. Inflation via decompression would be amazing! Tina (short hair big tits Latvian) and Emma (curly hair bubble butt but no boobs) can be the cause or justvbe there and take an interest in how it affects me. Full body with a focus on genitals, lots of pressure play, teasing and touching and with a big pop at the end!
Hi there! It's my first time on these kind of topics (the last one sank before I could have my request ^^)
I'm male, white, hetero, average build. I'm totaly into oral inflation(when a woman inflates someone by blowing really hard into my mouth or especially by blowing hard into a hose/tube attached to the victim's mouth or penis).
Do you think you can put a strong emphasis on the woman's cheeks when she blows into the tube?(realllyyyyyy puffing her cheeks to the maximum, taking loud inhale between each breath)
I really love when a sexy woman inflates someone to pop like this(I'm not into gore though).
Thank you very much and sorry for my crappy english!
You wake up, groggy and disoriented. Last you remember, you were walking home when a small hand came from behind and press a cloth over your mouth. Then, darkness.
And now...still...darkness? You open your eyes, but can see nothing. As you blink in confusion, trying to catch up to what's going on, a theatrical light snaps on with a resounding echo, yet the scene doesn't become any more clear as to what's going on.
A woman stands in front of you. She stands in a wide stance, hands on her hips, Wonder Woman style. This might seem comical if she wasn't so CONFIDENT about it--somehow, she makes it work without irony. She stands with her chest especially thrusted out, and it looks fully intentional that she wants you to admire her ample cleavage. The cleavage looks...augmented, really, almost porn-star style with how round, large, and perky they are. But just like the stance, she somehow makes it work without irony.
She sees your confused, disoriented expression, and smirks as she leans forward. If there was any question before she wants to admire her probably-expensive boobs, she dispells the uncertainty; she practically puts them in your face as she leans forward.
"Well hello, handsome," she purrs seductively, reaching forward to lightly brush your hair behind your ear with a soft, tickling, teasing touch. From the inky black outside the theatre light, you can see nothing; but multiple female giggles can be heard, and it's obvious you have an unseen audience.
You gawk, struck silent in surprise. Once you manage to draw your eyes away from the cleavage she's obviously proud of, you're further awed by the woman's face and body. She screams 'porn star' through and through, but you find yourself not minding. Dark, heavily make-uped eyes stare at you through thick lashes, with eyelids half-closed in open seduction. Long, black, curly hair frames her face. Red, pouty lips curl into a smirk against ivory skin.
"I-I--uhm--" you stammer, but you're nowhere near being able to form coherent sentences when she lifts a leg to staddle you, sitting across your lap and placing an arm on each of your shoulders.
"Shhh," she sooths, and there's a whistle of appreciate from the unseen audience.
"No talking," she then intones, yet the second word shifts, taking on an oddly predatory tone. When you open your mouth to inquire, you find yourself gagging in shocked surprised as her hand whips around with lightning speed, shoving something into your mouth with the clear intention of thrusting it down your throat. You gag, and for a thoroughly unpleasant moment, you think she's trying to choke you with a dildo.
Your mind races to catch up, and you realize that the object is that least too long to be THAT. "Mmpgh, mmh mmph!" are the only surprised sounds you can manage. It appears to be some kind of tube, about 1.5 inches in diameter.
"Shh," she shooshes again. "This will DEFINITELY hurt." Her tone remains reassuring, and she seems to thoroughly enjoy how her tone contradicts her actual words.
You're helpless. You really should have noticed MUCH before this, but you're restrained to a chair, your arms and legs tied to the arms and legs of the chair. You're forced to crane your neck back as she works the tube deeply into your throat; deeply enough there's no hope of you being able to eject it without pulling it out. You automatically gag and your throat spasms erradically to try to expell the object, but it's no good. Your breath and heartbeat quicken, and the woman is pressed so closely to you that you know she can tell.
"Nervous?" she purrs. But the reassurance takes on a teasing turn. "No need. I'll be gentle."
By this time, she's worked the majority of the 18-inch tube down your throat. You can still breath, but it takes more effort than usual. Only about four inches of the tube still juts from your mouth, and your eyes widen as she puts her mouth on the other end, and she meets your eyes as she works it in and out of her mouth briefly, purposefully and consciously making it look like a blowjob-by-proxy.
Despite the general WEIRD of all this, you find your body responding. But before you have any time to process the arousal, the woman stops the psuedo-blowjob, and even somehow manages to grin around it. Taken a massive breath, she clamps her mouth around the tube and blows. HARD!
(tbc!! cliffhanger, dun dunnnn. :p)
Wow, that was actually really freaking good! Thank you good sir, I can't wait for the next part(you're such a tease !) :p
(Quite the tease. :p This is only barely proof-read, so pardon dumb typos.)
Your eyes widen in complete and utter shock. This seems immensely please the unseen crowd as cheers and whistles leak from the darkness. There has to be at least a dozen of them, and all sound female.
But you have little time or brainpower to put much thought toward them. The single great puff hits your gut virtually immediately, and you're surprised how quick and hard it thrusts your gut out, forcing your to arch your back as it bulges out.
"Ohh, yes," the woman intones appreciatively, and it's obvious she's getting personal enjoyment out of this by a new, if subtle, quiver in her voice. She leans back from you, still in your lap. You're wearing the same clothes as you were before, and she reaches down to lift your shirt, exposing your modestly curved-outward belly.
She rubs it appreciatively, pressing to test the tautness. There's plenty of give, but you're conflicted as you wrestle with conflicting emotions. On one hand, you did NOT sign up for this, and aren't sure you're okay with where this is going. On the other hand, the tightness in your belly, especially as she presses and squeezes, stirs something entirely unexpected but not entirely unpleasant inside of you.
You're distracted from your conflict as the woman projects her voice to the crowd. "What do you think, ladies? How many puffs can this one take? Place your bets!"
"He's got tons of room!" one woman calls out.
"Nahhhh, this ones an early popper," another intones, clearly skeptical.
"Double or nothing! I'm saying twelve!" yet another calls, sounding confident despite an especially squeaky voice.
Your...inflator, for lack of a better term, turns back to you. She brings her face next to yours, nuzzling her cheek against yours. "Well well, quite the spread. Let's just see, hmm?" For once, she seems to only be speaking to you. That emerging sense of conflicting, 'I don't want this BUT I DO' assaults you again and that whispering, private voice sends a very special tingle down your spine.
Ironically, your gut clenches with nervousness as she draws away from you and places her mouth back over the tube. She doesn't hesitate to meet your eyes, and your tentative uncertainty seems to spur her on. She takes an even bigger breath than before, and your stomach is more than forced to unclench as it thrusts into a bigger, more-prominent curve. Before it was a mild curve; only two breaths in, it's in thorough 'beer belly' range. The girl who bet 12 may in fact be expecting a lot of you.
The woman doesn't take her lips from the tube or her eyes from yours, but she keeps rubbing and massaging your belly. It's distinctly tighter now, and you have a feel of being full, and can feel a light, tingling stretch to your skin.
Another deep breath and hard puff. Your inflator is starting to have to work harder; whereas she blew into you with little effort before, her cheeks begin to bulge as she forces the air into you. Your belly has thoroughly rounded out now, and you feel VERY full. She keeps massaging you, and your belly is rapidly losing it's give.
Deep breath, hard puff. She has to close her eyes briefly with the effort of the puff, and her cheeks pulge still further; like she's trying to blow up an especially large and stubborn balloon. Which, well...maybe she is.
It's getting uncomfortably tight. Most give to your belly is gone; the light tingle of tight skin from before now feels like a hoard of dancing ants as your skin stretches well beyond what it's used to. Tight and round, it easily looks like you've swallowed a generously sized melon. You can feel her press herself over your very rounded belly, having to work harder to stay in your lap and still reach close to your face. She grips your elbows for leverage, since she doesn't have much perch left.
Another deep breath and hard blow. She's REALLY having to work now, and you can both feel and see it. Her cheeks bulge so dramatically that it might make the best trumpet player jealous of their balloony properties. Her well-sculpted brow furrows in the effort of it, and how much she needs to strain her otherwise delicate features adds a whole new facet to the 'I'm really starting to like this' battle.
Meanwhile, an intense bubbling inside of you brings an additionally new facet to the battle of bulge assaulting the balloon-y void previously known as "your stomach." Your feel full and tight, fuller than you've EVER felt. But your insides seem willing to--QUITE literally--rise to the occasionally. You feel a gurgling percolation rumble through you, and you realize the air must have escaped from JUST your stomach. Your entire torso billows out, and you find yourself wondering for the first time if she ACTUALLY means to pop you. The renewed shiver down your spine is unexpected but by no means unpleasant.
Your inflator giggles. "Woah there champ!" she teases as she has to readjust herself yet again to stay wrapped around you. "Don't blow all your spare room at once, hmm?"
Your gut and torso has billowed out far enough there's really no more room for her in your lap, but she seems practiced at this. She readjusts, so that she's practically laying on top of the expanse of your gut and torso as she hooks her heels under the chair arms. There's a long, distinct, CREEEEAK as she puts her weight on you, and you find yourself almost entirely lost to the situation. She purposefully squishes her breasts against your upper torso well within your restricted line of sight, and the combined feeling of her warm, soft body against yours sends fireworks tingling across your tightened, hyper-sensitive flesh.
But she's not done, and--lost in the moment--your find yourself internally begging for more, yet you're still surprised when a pleased moan slips from your occupied throat.
"Oh, ENJOYING it, are you?" she predictably teases, but you find yourself not minding. She leans forward to briefly, oh-so teasingly lick at the end of your nose before readying for another blow. "Buckle up, honey."
She takes a huge breath, and blows bigger and harder than she has yet. You're shocked to feel your body swell in entirely new directions; your gut and torso still expand, but only modestly compared to your ass and limbs. Your upper arms and legs thicken, you find yourself finding that this chair now feels QUITE small; restraining, even. Your pants tighten...well, for much more than one reason, but in this instance because the billowing thickness of your ass and thighs threatens to shred your steady jeans.
"Tired, Marcie?" a girl from the peanut gallery calls.
Through the foggy haze of this all, you belatedly realize your captor--Marcie?--is in fact breathing hard, out of breath from the strain of blowing you up. She smirks, meeting you right in the eyes as she gets an especially predatory look. But she then throws her voice to the peanut gallery, rising to the challenge. "What do you think, girls? Think he can handle three more big puffs?"
"Yeah!" the squeaky, confident one says.
"No WAY," says the skeptical one.
"Well, maybe," intones an entirely new voice, contemplative.
She addresses you again. "Two of three, more or less. Not bad." She strokes your cheek, that now familiar predatory tone coming back. "Let's find out, hmm?"
And with that, she wastes no time in placing her mouth back around the tube. She seems to have taken the previous call as an honest challenge; this starts to feel like a battle of wills, except it's her lungs against your billowing body.
She takes a huge breath, her chest expanding and boobs even bouncing a bit with the effort of it. She blows into the tube like her life depends on it, and you're startled--but not displeased--to feel what a dramatic effect and single immense lung-full can do to you body. You billow and balloon in all directions. The seams of your pants rip wide open, and you feel your waist press hard against each constraining arm of the chair. The swelling leaks to your lower arms and legs, and you can feel your constraints biting against your expanding flesh.
Marcie is forced to lay fully on top of you, else she can't reach the tube at all. Your ballooned gut has thrust well past your knees, and your chest has billowed out enough that she has plenty of room to lay on top of you, despite you still being in the chair.
Your body is making the most astounding creaks and moans; even the slightest movement from Marcie sends a torrent of fireworks flashing over your hyper-sensitized, hyper-stretched flesh.
Marcie is having to work...and HARD. Her ragged, sultry breath sounds like she just run a mile. But she's determined to be the victor over the confines of your body.
Another huge breath, another huge blow. Two down, one to go. Her cheeks themselves form miniature balloons, shiny and immensely stretched by how much force it takes to put ANY more air in your intensely overfilled body.
You body gives every sign that it's on the brink of what it can. The tightness of a drum has NOTHING on you. What little you can see of your own body is stretched, shiny, and almost slightly blue from the transluscence of it. You feel what seems like tiny earthquakes throughout your entire body, as you body and flesh pulses with effort to contain your immensity.
You're convinced there's no room left. But she blows, and blows hard. She's not giving up. You couldn't imagine being ANY fuller, ANY tighter, but it somehow manages to happen anyway. Your body only modestly swells despite the increased pressure. The creaking intensifies. The ethereal earthquakes intensify. And most importantly of all, your PLEASURE reaches heights you had no idea were even possible.
Two down, one to go. Even if Marcie stopped now, you're not sure your body wouldn't blow from the barely contained pressure in an hour or two anyway. You know you're a goner...that there's no getting out of this, no escape. So you see no reason not to just accept it. You're caught in ecstacy as it is; and though you know the thought is insane, you want to find out what that feeling is right at the brink, the moment just before...before...
Explosion. Marcie is immensely winded, but she sees victory in sight. The girls cheer her on, though they feel and sound far away to you now. You're intoxicated by this, and you close your eyes and drink in the insane sensations as Marcie does the final blow.
Your body billows in all directions again, and you know a critical threshold has been crossed. There's no turning back, no getting away. The pressure squeezes you in every direction; it's an intensely odd, and invigorating feeling to both feel like you're being crushed even though your body is billowing in any and all directions. You're a human balloon, inflated to the point of bursting.
A resevoire breaks inside of you, and for a split second, you feel the purest ecstacy of anything you can ever imagine. You can feel that critical mass breaking, and feel one last burst of expanding intensity before...
BOOM.
Many thanks! That was really good, you put the emphasis on everything I love in an inflation story, very well done !!
Anyone want to toss one at me? :p I know I've already posted in thangs like this, but ayyyy, what can I say, I like it. 28, female, 5'2" and pretty thin with short hair, and like forced/accidental inflation and popping. I'm generally fairly tomboyish and quite nerdy. I'm not into gore, but I don't specifically dislike it either, so if that's really your thaaang then go for it. Not gonna bother me.
I sent you a message
In case anyone misunderstands; leonofpenance thought I was asking for new RPs, which I'm not currently. So if anyone wants to jump in/"claim" my post, please still feel free <3
I suppose I'll get in on this, given the quality of the stories I've seen here and on similar threads.
I'm a white, hetero male of approximatly 5'10" and am pretty average, with short brown hair. I've dreamed of being spherically inflated with helium for as long as I can remember (before I even knew about arousal and fetishes), and it's evolved into being pumped up to my maximum by a pretty girl. I'd prefer public over private inflation, but as long as I don't pop I'll be happy.
" Nice day for a walk in the park, isn't it?" you asked, looking over at Spike. The blonde looked over at you.
" I suppose. Not horribly interesting though" she replied. You two had been going out for a few week's now, still getting to know each other. Spike was on the taller side, standing around 5'9. Long blonde hair and bright green eyes. She was a bit of a punk, dressed in a dark red tank top that red "Satan's Lil Angel" on the front, leaving her midriff exposed. And tight black jeans with big grey boots. She wore a black collar around he rneck, and a black leather jacket with the sleeves rolled up. She was a slim girl with curves in the right places. A nicely shaped bust, though her selling point was her ass. It was rather large, and she loved flaunting it and teasing you with it every chance she got. You cleared your throat a little and smiled.
" Well, it's jsut nice being out with you" you replied. Looking around the park, you noticed a balloon stand. " hey, do you want a balloon? You always seem to have a weird thing for balloons" you added as you stepped up to the stand. Digging through your pocket, you took out some change. " Oh shoot!" you muttered as you dropped some change.
" I got it" said Spike as she bent over to pick it up. In the process, she gave you a very good look at her bulging ass. As she stood back up, getting ready to hand the balloon stand owner the change, she looked back at you, noticing you had been staring. A sly smile crossed her face, and she leaned in closer to the balloon stand owner. She was whispering something to him. She reached into her pocket and took out a 20 dollar bill, slipping it to him. The young man smiled and walked away, whistling. As he did, Spike grabbed you suddenly and pushed you up against the balloon stand. " Couldn't help but notice you staring. You seem to stare at my ass a lot. So now, I figure it's time you gave ME something to stare at" she chuckled. She grabbed the hose of one of the helium tank's and shoved it into your mouth, cranking the valve on. Spike held th ehos ein your mouth, proving to be stronger then she looked. As you struggled, your cheek's puffed out, air forcing its way into you. Your belly began to bulge. " Oh stop struggling. I've seen those pictures you keep on your computer. Trying to hide the fact that you love th eidea on being inflated from me? Well let me tell you something...". She leaned in close to you, nibbling your ear for a moment before continuing. "...I love making guy's balloons".
"Mmmmph~" you muffled over the hose, blushing now. Spike giggled, rubbing your belly as it came out from under your shirt.
" Come on big boy, get huge for me!" she shouted, drawing the attention of a few passerby's. Your stomach ballooned out more with each passing second. It expande,d growing wider and pushing out farther. The sound of air flowing hisse din the air. Soon enough your entire body began to expand. You widened your stance, trying to keep your balance. You began to feel lighter. Thankfully, Spike had thought ahead, and was just finishing tying your foot to the balloon kart. " Can't have my new toy float away on me" she said in a seductive voice. She kept rubbing a hand on your belly. " Oh, looks like your getting big down here to...perfect~" she cooed, noticing your growing bulge pushing against your pants. Looking around, you noticed people stopping to see you grow. " That's right big boy, they're all looking at you...but I want yours eyes on me only" she said, looking up at you as you continued to expand. Your stomach was fully exposed, your shirt riding up your front. Your body rounde dout, almost into a perfect sphere. " Get bigger for me. And bigger. And bigger~" teased Spike, giving your belly a kiss. Your body creaked a little, but showed no sign's of giving out. Your clothes held tight on your body. Though they did begin to tear. Just as it felt like they would rip right off, the tank ran dry. A small part of you was relieved. But a small part of you wished it could continue. As if hearing your thoughts, Spike smiled. " Aww, looks like the tank ran out...thankfully we still have two tanks left~"
Hopefully this is alright. Kinda self incerted one of my own characters as "your girl". But I thought it worked well enough.
I figure I'll take some time to write some more stories in my free time. I'll offer either myself, or my girl Spike( can be found here https://kibzz.deviantart.com/gallery/7786268/my-characters ) for said services, depending on personal preferences for who someone wants the inflator(or possibly inflatee in some rare cases) to be. Granted, you can honestly pick whoever/whatever you want really, I'm just curious to see if anyone takes the offer, more or less.
Does the offer still stand?
The offer's still open, yes
Awsome i'm male my name rob is i dont mind if it's you or spike as kong as i get filled to burst.
i'm blonde, 6'3, chubby, and rather shy.
i want to get full and puffy all over till im spherical (Dealers choice)
thanks if you agree to write this and pardon my horrible grammar
P.s i tend to wear sweats and t shirt's but i dont mind if ya change it up thanks again
Hi :) Im a guy that is really shy, and REALLY into blowkissing and floating. If someone could pretty please write a small story of me and a cute guy being romantic one night and having him blow me up nice and big so I float and he can play with me, that would be amazing! I'll write a story for you in return if you so wish ^^ Also it's up to you how I inflate or how sexual it is or what is actually happening, so you have some creative freedom with what you're doing :) The sky is the limit! (No pun intended)
EDIT: Sorry, I wasn't really elaborate in my post (Was about to hop in the shower) but I'll give a story back of anything you wish. I have written some okay stories but I'll try to make something really good in return. I don't see people using many physical descriptions in the stories they write - which is fine :) - but thats why I didn't provide one.
Also, seriously go nuts with the setting or scenario. I love different and interesting takes on these stories. Do whatever you think would be fun to write and read ^^
Reserving that one!
I'll try and start writing out a drabble on that theme later on in the evening. No need to give me back anything though, I like practicing my writing bone...
So yeah, something's gonna be written later! Yeah, really. Believe me.
"The stars are great up there, don't you think?"
A soft, mellow voice can be heard next to you, a warm hand resting atop your chest as the presence pulls itself closer from you until a familiar weight half-rests on top of your body. You and your boyfriend have planned a stargazing night out just before the outside world temperature would get too cold for you to be able to do this without being shivering in place, or due to the weather just being way too crappy every day.
He gazes in your eyes, you gaze back. You realize quickly it's not what you were here for. You let out a nervous chuckle, and your boyfriend laughs back in a far heartier manner, pinching your cheek lightly. "You're always so skittish... Dork." He teased you lightly, and you felt your face flushing, before your boyfriend rolled back to the side and decided to cuddle you that way, a hand over your chest again, rubbing it gently.
You spend several long minutes looking up at the skies and the myriad of stars composing it. They're all of surprisingly vibrant colors, ranging from red to blue and anything in between. You can even see a lighter trail separating the sky in two - the Milky Way.
"Say..." Your soulmate began, pulling himself closer again to try and draw your attention. And as always, it's successful, due to you being slightly more focused on this loving presence sharing this moment with you rather than the stars above, somewhat defeating the purpose of it all, but it seems like he's understood it himself.
"If I were a star... How would I look?" What an odd question, but not unfitting with the situation at hand. What are you supposed to reply to this? ...Think about it, think about it... Ah! There we go, something cool.
"You'd be... The Sun. Because you brighten up my life every day..." There is a light stutter in your voice as you speak out that reply while trying to make it as romantic as possible, but it just ends up somewhat sappy. Your boyfriend can't help but utter a laugh, which makes you flush further - but there is also a slight redness to your lover's cheeks as well. "You're SO much a dork!" He states again, completely throwing himself on top of you in a tight, goofy embrace. He seems to have greatly appreciated the comparison nonetheless, so it's a victory at any rate...
After a little while, though, you can't help but feel tempted to return the question.
"What about me...? If I were a star..." You try, and your boyfriend perks up at the question, almost like if he's been waiting on it. He sits up on your lap, thinks about it for a while, eyes fleeing to the side for a few seconds, before a smile curls up once again on his lips, and he makes a gesture with his forefinger to invite you to sit up as well.
You do so, pushing your hands back to make you sit up slowly, barely bothered by the weight of your lover against your lap. As you do so, your lover then takes hold of your arms and pulls you close for a gentle lip-locking session.
You close your eyes, so does he. Time seemingly stops for a moment. This is an unexpected turn of events which doesn't answer the question you asked, but who are you to complain? Your boyfriend's soft, warm lips feel good, and holding him so close in such an intimate moment was...
You then hear him inhaling quite strongly from his nose. Your eyes open out of curiosity, and suddenly, you feel a strong rush of warm air get puffed into you, go through your mouth and down your throat at a rapid pace. With a surprised moan and wide eyes, you flail slightly as your cheeks bulge outwards, but then begin swallowing the air in large and steady gulps, feeling it settle in your stomach, which rapidly fills, then strains...
You start feeling a strange pressure down below as your skin stretches - your belly starting to puff out and taking out a distinct bloated shape, but soon treading towards overstuffed sizes and then some thanks to the other male's uncanny lungpower, the expansion then starting to spread to other areas. Your chest grows, starting to become somewhat plush and puffy, and your arms and legs start getting a bit of a fullness and roundness to them, torso straining your warm coat all over, about to destroy it, but right before that, your lover runs out of breath. Your lips part.
You're almost out of breath yourself despite not having blown anything, and you pant slightly, in unison with the one you love, as he feels up your bloated abdomen. "W-Why-" You moan, your face a dark crimson. As his fingers trail around, then start drumming your swollen self, slight rubbery noises can be heard. He flushes just as much and shows you a wide grin.
Once again, you're tempted to repeat your question, but right before you can stammer a single word, your lover grabs you by the collar again and slams your lips together once more. This time, he doesn't lose a second to take another deep breath and blow into his personal balloon - you - again.
Hiissssss....
A deep, echoing noise akin to filling a balloon resonates within your body which resumes bloating out as you moan loudly again in confusing bliss. Just a second or two in, and your coat rips and snaps at the seams and buttons, the shirt and sweater hidden below having rolled up completely to leave place to the now beachball-sized stomach, however, it seems like the swelling chest above is starting to merge with the expansion, making your whole torso become more and more spherical by the second.
Your lover climbs on top of you as he empties his lungs' content within your bulging body. Your arms swell further, your growing legs begin ripping your tight jeans. As he blows further into you, you start feeling light mentally and physically, you can swear there's a little bounce within you.
He wants to pull back once more to catch his breath, but you keep him close from you with the best of your abilities - it's starting to become difficult to move your arms. You want more. You need more.
After a slow pant in your mouth, he lets out a muffled chuckle, then another strong inhale is taken, a loud puffing following suit once more inside your system. It now evenly bloats out all over, your spherical torso pushing out and starting to swallow your very puffy limbs in as the entirety of your clothing is destroyed save for conveniently stretchy underwear below, revealing an impressively shiny, squeaky blimp of a man under the light of the full moon. Once he's done with that third breath, he finally pulls away, taking several seconds to catch his breath in slow, deep inhales and exhales. His face is a dark shade of crimson, but so is yours, and you feel like having grazed the peak of your pleasure a little while before. Your body feels ready to pop, any more air and you'd have been turned into rubbery scraps, for sure.
"Aah..." He then bounces a little against you. This causes your humongous body to bounce as well with impressive ease, jumping up and landing very softly. It seems like if your lover gets off, you'll start floating up. And to test that property out, your boyfriend slowly slides down your ball-transformed self, using the new curves of your body as an easy slide.
As his weight is removed, what you've been expecting is now happening - you no longer feel the grass beneath you, little by little, your body slowly rising up and into the night sky.
Before you get too high, though, your lover catches you by the foot, and ties a string tightly around your ankle so you don't float away. "I would hate to lose my most beautiful of all balloons in the wind..." Once he's made sure he secured the tie, he lets you go, the only thing keeping you with your lover being the other end of the string, which he holds firmly.
You rise up and up again. You try and turn your head around to gaze at the stars. Every time your swollen body gains a foot in height, you feel like getting closer from space - closer from the stars.
Eventually, the string reaches its end, but you're well fifteen feet above the ground. You no longer rise up, staying at a reasonable enough height for you to have a better look at the starry sky - and for your lover to admire you. He sits down again and his eyes lock themselves on your rotund self.
As much as you can, you try and redirect your body to face him again. It's successful after half a minute, and you gaze at each other's eyes again. You don't dare saying another word again, simply wanting to relish the moment as much as you possibly can.
"To answer your question from before..." Your soulmate then begins, his smile curling to the side as his expression brightens. "You're already a star. My star... Look at you. As bright and beautiful... And as round and as huge as one..."
Now you're the one laughing, but if you could, you'd be hiding your face in your hands from embarrassment. "N-Now you're the one being sappy...!" You stammer out, and this ends up with both of you laughing.
The remainder of the evening has you looking at the stars once more together, but you know your boyfriend has one star in particular he wants to look at for the rest of the session. Sometimes you'd turn back, just to see his eyes locked on your massive, bulging self, as he occasionally tugged at the string to give you that little bouncing feeling, just to tease you further. It worked everytime, eliciting a moan from you, and you could swear you hadn't stopped blushing until the end of the evening...
And even after, he'd decided bringing you back home tied to this string, allowing you for a brief flight until you reached back your apartment. Though a problem arose as you arrived...
How are you supposed to fit through the door now?
You know that feeling when a poster replies with a single image but said image ends up completely broken so the message is left blank?
You have no idea what they posted. Is it a gif of approval? A sarcastic gif? A gif of immense hatred or endless praise? What lies beneath these non-functional links and uncooperative gifs?
Fame? Dissatisfaction? Horror? Your judgement lies beneath their hands.
okay I'll stop
Thank you very much!! I loved it!!