Helga the Inflatist

At times senior girls appeared in the gym and inflated to gross sizes. It was cool and incredibly beautiful. But also cowardly cautious – they always deflated. Their role models all died of natural reasons at an ancient age. They said: ”Inflatist isn’t inflatist if she pops”. They said: “You can tell she lived and popped like a human. But you should say: she lived like an inflatist but popped like a human”. It was emotional, but didn’t explain anything. When Helga was a little girl, she was absolutely fascinated by inflatics. But it’s one thing to be fascinated with TV broadcasts, and another – to look at how they crawl when one gulp would save the time.

So it was only a matter of time when Helga had enough.

She waited for the time when she was alone in the gym, towed together an ancient Inflatron with rounded sides and chrome buttons, a brand new helium tank and a showy amateur compressor with builtin colorer and bubble blower, plugged it all into each other and took the hose into her mouth before hitting “MAX”.

She got totally stuffed with gases in mere seconds, stiffing and closing watering eyes tight so full of air her stomach and lungs became. And then it happened. A tingling warmth filled her to the brim as her boobs became melons, and rapidly blew up. Her ass and belly stretched her clothes like balloons, even arms and legs inflated. It was exhilarating.

Surpassing her height, she retained some neck, even her fingers were smaller balloons on her plumped arms. When her boobs surpassed 4’ she looked into the mirror at a young semi-translucent balloon blond getting bigger and bigger with colored vortices roaming and soap bubbles popping inside, and felt a pity Inflatron doesn’t do selfies... POW! And inflation stopped.

Helga laughed out loud! She forgot about blowoff in her navel. Browsing through lens interface she found blowoff and scrolled all the way through safe-risk-buzz- and into “slip”.

After she got some mobility, she rolled her enormous butt cheeks to make a few tiny waddling steps, and smothered old chromed pump with her huge belly. All buttons were pressed at once. Inflatron gave a beep and some warning appeared on Helga's lenses. She brushed it away.

This time she rubbed her shiny form, and squeezed her boobs and belly energetically, giggling like a three year old playing with a balloon.

Getting bigger, bigger, BIGGER, so stretched that she felt completely full and feeling like she’s going to pop. Since it was he first visit to the edge, she had no idea what it feels like, but she did feel like bursting is imminent - either that or she will finally become bigger after all! She kept giggling feeling herself tightening up, her whole hugely bloated form shivering, as she… POW! And inflation stopped.

WTF?!!

She moved her pupils to drag visuals in lens interface and max out or turn off everything she could find.

It took her just around 90 seconds to get to comfortable 5' wide - but those minute and a half seemed an eternity!

Finally Helga moon-hopped to the Inflatron and hit “MAX” so hard that her puffy finger engulfed the button instead of pressing it. She impatiently whistled for some more time and pressed stubborn button again.

Giggling with eager glee she watched herself growing again. Getting big. Getting huge. Rubbing herself all over. She'll stretch herself HUGE. As she hit 8’ she moaned, her whole hugely bloated form shivering… POW! And inflation stopped.

This isn't funny!

Going through interface again she saw - "Sharing". Who just turned on her blowoff - some overzealous app on her smartphone? Her laptop in the next room? Or just somebody over internet? "Sharing - off".

Enough is enough.

Helga tapped her bubbly feet impatiently, waiting to deflate a bit, and started to sing in Norse:

Air swirls as a lighting zigzag,

Black thunder rising within,

Ruthless pressure drives crazy,

But if you turn back –

Will you ever get big?

A usual waddle to the old master pump, "MAX".

Her body, heated by previous crunches savoured the flow pushing it wider. She was moaning indecently realising how good it is to be all alone in entire world, with no one to stop her. Just stretching, stretching, stretching and...

She didn't register when it happened, but really felt – this is it.

Her body now a huge form of pulsing rubbery skin that could explode any moment, becoming thinner and thinner, unable and not wanting to stop. “I’m the biggest!!! Oohh..” – she never felt so full with something so huge, gas flow changing pitch as the pressure increased beyond unbearable, and she felt herself cum, shaking violently with the power of inflationary orgasm.

Blinding lust called for her from the void beyond. She realized she’s can't hold so much inside so with the last surge of consciousness and growth in the ocean of impossible pleasure she moved her pupils in a slash. “Cutback in 3...2...1...” - appeared the warning.

POW! (sssssss)

Release felt so good for her sensitive inner surface that she came again, long, peaceful and sweet, stretching wider unable to keep together even with airflow reversed, her holding pattern breaking in peaks when she heard:

- Spare your power at cutback.

She kept on thinning, feeling how the crazy mix of gases push her wider than she can ever hope to be.

- The might isn't always right. Relax. Let it go.

Clenching together for dear life yet getting closer and closer to inevitable explosion, listening to the hissing in her bursting belly, it wasn't easy to follow that advice. Yet she recognized the voice of Kelly, gym's owner. She squeezed eyes tight, counted to three, and...

Relaxed.

 - You’re a fantastic girl, and you held well. And you’re a great sportswoman. – Said Vera. – Just an awesome sportswoman, right, Kelly?

Kelly nodded.

 - Yep. She held well. But she didn’t deflate by herself. You see, Helga, I saw you in the game, you are a devil, you are an angel of inflatics, but you will be double for the rest of the season.

Helga gulped forcefully and asked:

- Why?

Vera looked at Kelly:

- She doesn’t understand.

Kelly nodded and looked at Helga pitifully.

- And still? - asked Helga in a strained voice.

- Shturm, - said Vera. – Shturm e natisk…

- Storm and stress, sturm und drang, - translated Kelly. – You don’t need that. It’s a na-asty trait. It's tatters - either yours or others. It's scraps and bits all around. And you don’t even understand that…

- I need to get bigger. I couldn’t do it another way! I did the right thing. I WILL FLY AGAIN!

She said a few times: “I did the right thing”. But she felt it wasn’t quite true.

She felt it first, when they were looking at her, completely translucent and pulsing, unable to hold and stretching helplessly by herself, unsure how many seconds she's got - and Vera blurted quietly "yo-mayo!" and turned to walk away and Kelly said slowly: Well, Helga Rastila Torbjornssen, what are you going to do now?

Then she felt it when she started to inflate for no reason – she closed her locker, walked out into the street and suddenly started blowing up.

And she felt it now.

- I wanted to be the biggest. I had to get big! - She told Vera that helped her to undress and lay down.

- Breathe deeply, - Said Vera. And muttered preparing 3D scanner: - Primal enthusiasm…

Helga gritted her teeth when Vera started citing a loose translation:

Alien smile, unkind look,

Curled lips of a friend…

You fled, they say.

But, if you wouldn’t deflate –

Who would inflate again?

Anybody… - stubbornly thought the girl with closed eyes. – Anybody would inflate…

Vera looked at 3D holo of tears in deep layer muscles of her patient. “So much to heal! So many trainings to postpone, so many days to miss. A moment later she would have popped. Heh. Still, her holding pattern is stable and strong. And she always cutbacks in time. Inflatists always deflate. Otherwise they wouldn't be called inflatists.”