Fwoomp 2

    "Whatcha doing?" I asked Rob as I came home from work one day. He was intent on his laptop.
    "Looking up some more ways to have fun," he replied, smiling as I kissed his forehead.
    "You mean balloon time?"
    "Yeah, they keep sneaking out new ways to turn anyone into a balloon."
    I knew what he meant by "sneaking." Rob and I had met when his ex-roommate had made me the victim of an inflation. We'd gotten back at him and moved in together. When Rob had a little extra cash, he'd order some "inflatium" from a special website and we'd use it to inflate each other for bedroom games. It had some weird power to stretch a human body nearly infinitely as it filled them with gas. The gas could be expelled safely and the person would resume a normal form: no stretch marks, no signs of bloating. A litle went a long way!
    We'd been doing this for a few years, and frankly, it was beginning to get a little old. We'd only go so big, and we'd often look like beach balls with heads, hands and feet, floating in the air. So, I'd suggested that maybe we try something new or just stick to good old, typical, man on man sex.
    So, Rob had suggested a three way. Hitting up Grindr, we found this cute 21 year old twink named Justin who was totally up for inflating.
    I almost thought it was a shame to inflate the kid. He'd kept in shape nicely and when we convinced him to inflate naked, I had to keep myself from sucking him off right there.
    Justin laid down on the floor, and we put the hose in his mouth and began pumping. I'm not sure what happened, but his head inflated. It had never happened to me or Rob before. Justin had been lying there, looking like an underwear model (sans underwear), and suddenly, his head was a round six foot globe, the detail of his handsome face stretched across it. We stopped and pulled the hose out.
    "Am I okay, guys?" he asked. His voice sounded like he had huffed helium, not that it had been that much different before.
    "I think you inhaled wrong," Rob said. "I'm gonna try another way."
    And uncerimoniously, the nozzle went up Justin's ass.
    "You are buying a new one," I commented.
    Justin's butt began to swell into two three-foot balloons before the gas began to move to the rest of his body. His six-pack abs and well-defined pecs disappeared into a flesh-colored curvature.
    Rob shoved the nozzle deeper and Justin moaned. His arms and legs began to swell and disappear into his expanding body and even his cock and balls swelled up. Finally, he lifted a little off the ground, swollen hands and feet sticking out of a huge, swelled up body and head.
    Rob didn't stop and I didn't want him to. Justin grew larger and soon his body was pressing against the floor and ceiling. Finally, Justin had almost filled the entire room, with a few feet around him from the walls, and that was when Rob stobbed and pulled out.
    "All empty," he said. "Now for the real fun."
    We were both really hard right then.
    It was the most blissful experience of my life. For hours, we licked every inch of Justin's swollen body and massaged it. We took turns mounting his massive ass and rubbed our members against it. (There was no way we could actually penetrate it.) Finally, when we were exhausted, we tucked our bodies underneath Justin and fell asleep.
    Justin was still filling up the room when we woke up and we realized we needed to get him back to normal and send him wherever he called home.
    We had found a surpring trick for quick and safe deflation in our years of playing around: Alka-Seltzer. It soothed the upset stomach of a non-swollen person, but for someone who was bloated with inflatium, it reacted with the gas and caused it to leave the body quickly. We shoved one in Justin's mouth and he began to shrink back to his normal self.
    "That was the hottest thing I've ever done!" he said over breakfast. "Can I bring my boyfriend next time?"
    There was only one answer.
    To spice up our sex life, Rob and I practically began dating another couple: Justin and Elvis. Elvis was a bit lankier than Justin, but it didn't matter. We'd find new combinations. Sometimes one of us would inflate and the other three would have fun, and sometimes it would be two on two. Me and Elvis inflating while Justin and Rob got to lick us off. And a few times, one of us would inflate the other three.
    We didn't just inflate. We'd go to see a movie as a group and hit up bars, or go camping or hang out at a park. We just really liked being around each other. I guess you could say we're all in love with each other. I never thought meeting Rob would net me three boyfriends, much less one.
    But anyway, yes, back to when I came home from work and Rob was looking at the new toys on his laptop.
    "There's a new way to inflate," he told me, "and it's even cheaper than inflatium."
    "How does it work?" I asked.
    "It's a spray," he explained. "You spray it on the person you want to inflate, and it seeps into their pores, and puff! Ballooned for three hours! The more you spray, the bigger you get. Freddy, just think of the fun we could have with Elvis and Justin! All of us could inflate at the same time!"
    "Order it," I said. Even more fun times were in store for all of us.