Fwoomp 4: The Return of Gregory

    Three pairs of arms held me as I kissed three bare chests. My men.
    "You are perfect," I said to all of them at once, and then laid next to Elvis on the beach.
    We were vacationing in Monterey, California, and were relaxing on the very cool Asilomar beach. It was me, Freddy Newman, with my three boyfriends, Rob Jones, Elvis Aps, and Justin Fawcett. We were called "The Balloon Animals" back in St. Louis. It'd started out as a little kink and ballooned from there.
    You see, I met Rob when he turned me into a balloon by filling me up with a gas, and we began dating. Looking to spice things up, we met Justin and made him our balloon toy for a night. He pulled in his boyfriend Elvis, and we realized that maybe a relationship didn't need to be just two people. We're all in love and regularly make inflation part of our relationship.
    We came out as practicing body inflation experts at a Gay Pride event last year and found out that not only were a lot of people cool with it, they wanted to try it, too. So we set up a little business, passing on inflatium gas and spray to our fellow fetishists. We even filmed videos of us inflating and sucking each other off and distributed them.
    I've sometimes wondered what the deal with this fetish is. I like men, so I guess I just like having more of them and feeling their tight, swollen bodies, moist with salty sweat, licking their sweet skin with my tongue. More man, more fun, I guess.
    The increased cash flow going public gave us let us try new formulas of gas and sprays. One of our recent favorites made you swell up and become light, but you didn't float, which was useful. This, we called formula B. The standard one that made you float was formula A. We had a couple other formulas as well as some fun toys.
    Some people wanted to know if you could explode by going too big. Seemingly, no. We once inflated a really kinky guy and he went so big he filled a football stadium. His body became a huge, round mass, but he just kept stretching and growing. He urged us to "pop" him with a knife, but somehow, it didn't make a nick. You'd deflate in three hours or quickly with some seltzer tablets or by being squeezed or forcing yourself to expel the gas.
    And finally, we decided to take a vacation. We had promised ourselves no inflating while we were away, but we had still brought some formulas of gas and spray just in case we decided we wanted to have some fun.
    So, that was how we'd wound up making out on Asilomar Beach. And at this particular time, our time of sweet love-making came to an abrupt end.
    "Hey, homos!" we heard a high-pitchy, mawkish voice say.
    "Fucking Gregory," muttered Elvis.
    We looked up, and not far from us was Gregory, who'd we'd made a spectacle of at PrideFest last year. He was a ridiculously thin and flamboyant gay man. He had his bleached blonde hair in an updo and wore a tight red speedo that showed off a pretty average sized bulge and butt. The only other thing he wore was a pair of sunglasses with hot pink frames and purple lenses. He'd apparently hit a tanning salon and was bronzed and somehow, his body had a weird sheen to it that almost made him look like plastic.
    "Hey, boys," he said, strutting over to us. "Having a bit of fun, I see."
    "I have my hands full with these three," Justin said. "There's no room for more."
    "It's cool," he said, sitting in the sand across from us. "I don't want you guys. But I think you do owe me something."
    "What do you want?" I asked, rolling my eyes.
    "Well," he said, "the way I figure, you guys got started in your business thanks to me."
    "Yeah, right," scoffed Rob.
    "You turned me into a big, fat blimp and paraded me down the street. Then you start making money hand over fist. I think I'm owed a cut for promotion."
    "What about your other friends?" asked Elvis as I rubbed his leg. "Do they get a cut too?"
    "I don't give a shit about them. They can go blow themselves."
    "Go blow yourself," Justin repeated. "That'd be a great slogan! Pay the man a million!"
    "I just need my cut," Gregory insisted.
    Something about Gregory's story didn't sit right.
    "So, why didn't you try to contact us before?"
    He rolled his eyes.
    "I have a reputation to keep," he said.
    "Seems pretty intense to follow us out to California," I commented. "Phones exist, you know. So do lawyers."
    "Yeah, but the court's still out on what it means to suddenly turn someone into the Goodyear blimp."
    "Are you sure you didn't have any fun?" Elvis taunted. "As I remember, a good number of your friends eventually bought some spray from us."
    "Yeah, well, Gregory doesn't need those bitches," he said.
    "I think you liked it," Elvis went on. "You liked it and now you want to pretend you didn't. Now you sneak out here where we're alone so you can get another shot in peace."
    Gregory's face flashed red, and I noticed his speedo had gotten a bit tighter.
    "I think you're right, Elvis," I said. I whispered an idea to my guys.
    "Okay, let's make you a deal," Rob said at last. "You can be our balloon boy toy for today and we'll give you a nice fee."
    Gregory thought a moment.
    "Fine," he said. "Just not a word of this back in St. Louis, okay?"
    "Sure," Rob replied. "But we're gonna have a lot of fun, Gregory. I got a whole bunch of new formulas and I just want to test them out."
    "I thought we'd just packed the basics?" I asked.
    "I got excited," Rob explained, getting up and walking over to his bag. "Since we were going to the beach, I mixed up something special."
    He took out a spray bottle. It had a label marked "Formula B + Additive S + Additive C."
    "What does that do?" asked Gregory, but Rob quickly sprayed it on him. In a few seconds, he'd turned into a slick, perfectly round, human sized beach ball and his sunglasses fell off. Rob explained it was due to Additive C, which made sure the sprayed person would be perfectly round.
    "What does Additive S do, though?" asked Elvis, wonderingly, but we soon saw. Gregory's five foot spherical body shrunk to about three feet.
    "It shrinks inflated people a bit," Rob went on, "for when you want your balloon boy in a more portable size."
    "Sweet!" Justin cheered and picked up Gregory, who hadn't said anything because his face had rolled into the sand. Balancing Gregory's butt on his left hand, he spun our boy toy around, letting us see his detail. It was as if he'd inflated inside a mold and had filled it out perfectly. His face looked just about the same as it did, except it looked shoved into his shoulders. His arms seemed pinned to the side, and his chest was round and smooth, though we could still see his nipples. His speedo was stretched around his inflated buttocks.
    "Oh, god, what did I sign on for?" Gregory moaned.
    "Play ball!" Justin shouted and tossed Gregory to me. I caught him and passed him on to Elvis, who passed him on to Rob, who suggested we try beach volleyball. This plan was approved by all, except Gregory, which just made it more fun. Gregory barely touched the ground as we kept tossing him over to each other or hitting him back to the other team.
    By the time the spray wore off Gregory and he resumed his normal size and shape, we decided to go to lunch. Gregory complained of being a little sore, but was none the worse for wear.
    "Hey, why don't you come with us?" Justin asked Gregory.
    "Yeah, don't let our boy toy get away," Rob added. "The fun's only just started."
    Gregory rolled his eyes and came to lunch with us. As we ate, Justin prodded him with questions about how he'd been doing since our last run-in. He revealed that he and his boyfriend had broken up shortly after we'd met him, and he'd just been having various flings since.
    After lunch, we went to our suite. Our boy toy stripped naked and laid between the two beds. Using inflatium gas, Rob inflated Gregory through his ass, penetrating deeply into the expanding buttocks. His belly and butt swelled up and nearly filled the room, conturing around the beds and furniture.
    Rob handed us all plastic adhesive strips, and then then put one around his penis which then inflated to a massive size. Quietly, he mounted Gregory and slowly penetrated the bloated buttocks with his huge cock and began thrusting.
    "I have always wanted to try this," he moaned.
    We all began licking Gregory's huge body and took turns with Gregory's ass. Using the strips was fun, but we couldn't ejaculate while using them, whether we were fucking Gregory or prodding his body. His head hadn't inflated much, so we couldn't try forcing our pricks into his mouth. I personally decided I'd never use the strips again. Rob and Elvis seemed to like them, while Justin eventually removed his, deflating his cock to a normal size and began rubbing himself against the huge butt.
    We kept at it until Gregory deflated. The three hours had gone by quickly, and Justin found himself still grinding against our boy toy. We decided to let him have some time to himself, but told him to be back at our room by nine at night for our last round.
    At dinner, Justin had a few questions.
    "Are you sure we're doing right by Gregory?" he asked.
    "He agreed to it," Rob replied.
    "Yeah," Justin went on, "but you're practically testing everything on him. Dick inflators, shrinking solution, and I've never seen you go that deep while inflating any of us through the ass."
    "Yeah, but he's kind of a jerk," I added.
    "I don't know," Justin said. "He doesn't seem to be having much fun."
    "He'll get paid," Rob replied. "Then he'll be fine."
    At nine, Gregory arrived, silently, and allowed Rob to try a new formula on him. After he was nude, Rob sprayed him down with a bottle marked Formula C. We soon saw what this did.
    Gregory's torso and limbs each swelled to three feet around and began stretching. His head inflated in a comical manner, swelling to about five feet around. After the swelling stopped, he looked for all the world like a tube-shaped balloon that you'd see twisted into fun  shapes, just with arms and legs, a big head, and a nice, round butt.
    "Come on," he said, "get it over with."
    Rob stepped forward and showed us that Gregory was every bit as flexible as one of those toy balloons, twisting his arm until it looked like it had separated into another balloon. Working together, we twisted him into as many forms as we could, which wasn't many. After "balloon dog," there really wasn't much else.
    I had an idea: I grabbed his leg, and twisted it in the middle. I folded it back up and put my penis inbetween the folds, thrusting. Rob and Elvis picked up on this. Justin seemed content to rub Gregory's butt.
    I don't remember when we fell asleep, because whenever we were done with our boy toy, we fell exhausted into our beds. But when we awoke in the morning, we were greeted with a surprise.
    Elvis had fallen asleep between me and Rob on one bed, making for a snug fit. On the other bed, Justin lay with Gregory, taking the "big spoon" position. They were both naked, and I could gather that they had had sex during the night.
    Elvis got up and shook them awake.
    "What did you do, Justin?" he asked.
    The two woke and rubbed their eyes.
    "Huh?" Gregory asked.
    "DID YOU FUCK MY BOYFRIEND?" Elvis demanded.
    "Oh, no," was the reply. "But he sure fucked me good."
    "What the hell is going on?" I asked.
    "I'm sick of this," Justin said. "Yeah, Gregory was a dick at Pride. But now you guys were all being dicks to him. He's alone, his boyfriend and friends left him, and now you want me to go along with you and keep treating him as if he's below us? Fuck that. Yeah, he agreed to be our boy toy, but I feel like we stepped over a line.
    "Rob, all you saw in Gregory was a guinea pig for your inflating fetish. And Freddy, you and Elvis just went along with it so you could fuck. It's like I saw your true colors at last."
    "What are you saying?" Rob asked, stroking his soul patch.
    "I'm out," Justin said. "I'm breaking up with all three of you, and I'm going with Gregory. No more inflating, no more treating someone like shit because you're gonna pay them. I just can't do that."
    With that, the two got out of bed and reached for their clothes. Justin had been living out of a duffel bag since we'd arrived, and he picked it up and left silently with Gregory.
    Back in St. Louis, we resumed business. Yes, we paid Gregory a nice fee, but without Justin, things just never felt the same again.
    Justin and Gregory moved to Illinois together and despite our breakup, we'd still see them from time to time. Justin seemed to bring Gregory a little more down to earth, and I had to admit, they made a nice couple. We kept up on Facebook and in a couple years, they got married and invited Elvis and I to the wedding.
    They would have invited Rob, but that was quite impossible. However, that's another story.