How would you POP me?

Your world - your rules. ^_^
To the friend of our family.
Thanks for your amazing stories!
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Alice caught a bottle in midair, poured light rum into the high glass and sent it across the bar counter. While Amanda, Nevada local, puffed and clad like a strip-show school girl, put mojito on the tray and walked away, Alice glanced around the spacious bar decorated with balloons noting a few customers being served – and peeked instantly on swiveling fridge. There, on the second circular shelf from the top, slowly crawled a blueberry pie. Alice stopped herself, again, for the thousandth time in this long, *long* month and looked at the table of orders. Next one, a shot of vodka from table number 19 – it’s near the boarded window. Table of orders yanked. Three days ago, when manager changed again, she patiently told the manager that the screen must be fixed. Even managers are allowed to perform, never a barmaid.
After more than two weeks here she knew the place inside out, from all doors under the runway-type stage that came into the middle of the room, to the last creaking batten in the corridor upstairs. She knew all waitresses by name and knew what customers will do before they knew it. This gay couple is flirting with Josephine, a large black girl with a puffed belly – they’ll bring her upstairs in half an hour tops. That redneck cowboy at table 19 is just a trucker getting drunk in a random place. And today, for a change, Johnny wasn’t here. Alice finished pouring another shot, and Muriel – Latino with puffed hourglass and a long thick mane of green coloured hair – took it to the cowboy.
- Let your fortune shine, Alice! – The manager, a middle-eastern girl Sahar with puffed everything including cheeks and lips, had a habit of starting to talk while being yards away. This time a girl was walking behind her, tall and skinny, with huge eyes and thin features. – Here’s your double. – Alice’s heart knocked. Sahar noticed that. – I count on you! – Tall girl was looking at all the things in the bar. – You will show her everything. You promised. Okay? – Alice broke the freeze and nodded. – Her name is Lyubov’, and… talk slowly, okay?
- Okay. – Sahar swayed away. Alice bent to the collar of the shirt where sat the microphone: “Alice, two minutes”. She turned to the newcomer. – Did you work in the bar?
Skinny girl shook her head. Great.
- Come here. I’ll talk slowly and you need to remember every word I say. Otherwise Sahar won’t be happy with you. – Lyubov’ nodded.
Earmuff came to life: “Alice, is that you?” – Shanti sounded surprised. Alice saw her come a week ago. For her Alice was always there.
“Yes, Alice’s still here.”
- These are the alcohol drinks. You take one, and then put it back. Always close everything.
“Who will tell me stories?”
- These are carbonated drinks. Move them gently, don’t toss. – Lyubov’ smiled. – Yep-yep, that’s obvious.
“You tell such great stories!” – Announcer who was supposed to be just a voice from the sound system was still occupying the line.
“Shanti, I’m busy. Out”
- These are juices. Always keep them on that shelf, chilled. And this is a juicing machine.
“Oh I will miss your stories so much!”
- These are the pies. – A swing of a hand in long-sleeved business shirt towards a swivel fridge. – The second from the top is a blueberry pie.
“You wanted to see my family”
Alice stopped.
“Shanti, what does your name mean?”
“Quiet, why?”
“Then *be* quiet”
“Aum”
- This is the sink for washing dishes. This is the tap for washing glasses. Those are towels.
“Did you arrange everything?”
“Johnny will do it” – or at least Alice hoped so.
“Oh this Johnny!”
- Now, this is the table of orders. It’s broken, it’s dim and yanking, but it works. – Alice went through details how orders work.
- You know how our club is called, right? Well, here’s hose. You need to put it into your mouth, and open this. Always walk a bit puffed up. Hourglass or belly – your choice. Now, press here to start the flow. See? You inflate. It’s slow, so that you can measure it.
Lyubov’s blond eyebrows went up and huge eyes on her wide face with tiny chin became even bigger. So far nothing was happening to the skinny girl. Alice reached around her own nicely rounded thighs to untie the apron.
“Alice, it’s time”.
- Now you’re the barmaid. – Alice tied the apron around puffing Russian and hopped away with sunlight spots playing in her eyes.
The lights on the stage came on and Shanti said over the sound system: “We now proudly present Alice!” Alice jumped on the first step, and rose her chin up, her short black hair waved. Then she proudly walked on stage to the applause of a few who knew manners. Everything inside her was singing and she bowed playfully. A quiet rhythmic music started to play, Alice ran in a dance-like fashion to the air compressor, unzipped her pants slightly and shoved a hose in there, moaning a bit at the fit.
Immediately there was a hiss and Alice’s tight pants started to round out even more. Her already rounded hips swelled immensely, and she greedily tensed around the hose, shaking by herself in giddy anticipation. Alice traced her expanding breasts, fully erect nipples straining her gridded shirt through the bra. Alice moaned and danced as best as she could with her enormous butt. Her belly started to push forward beyond pregnant, and her breasts approached sit ball size. Feeling how her entire body is tingling with desire, she got as wide as she is tall. Still she was getting bigger and bigger, stretching and growing like a giant white human balloon, thinning and tightening.
Alice was lost in impossible feelings; her inflation slowed to a crawl and she barely registered surroundings. Somebody was making photos, the newcomer behind the bar counter still inflated – dammit she didn’t tell her how to turn air off. And there was no Johnny in the club. Alice felt satisfaction the jerk will miss this one. Soon she will shake this building with a thunderous boom of her own, and her rubbery bits will flutter all over the brothel. At last she will get her wish granted, after almost a month of quietly staying on the side lines. Then her thinking shut off.
She didn’t control her glorious cry as her body shook. Still Alice tried to clench tight, enjoying every single second of it. Any moment now. She wiggled rubbing her crotch against the stage, the hose getting in the way.
She clenched her eyes shut, overwhelmed by her creaking and mounting pressure. Alice struggled to keep together, stretching slightly unable to overbear the pressure anymore
trembling
and pulsing
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KABOOOOOOMMM!!