Future Popping, A

Vincent sighs as the lights of the city shine brightly behind the super skyscrapers around him and he adjusts his back leather coat as he walks. His hand self-consciously checks the firearm holstered in it's shoulder holster in the right side of his coat. He rarely uses it, but is comforted to have it there none the less. A warm wet wind blows across him as he walks across the walk pass way and hover cars zip over head.

Vincent glances over the side of the walk pass way and sees the sides of buildings running into the distance, but can't see ground level. He feels a moment of vertigo mixed with regret and quickly looks away. He curses himself for always having to look down and wonders why he isn't use to it by now. He feels a sprinkle of rain as the clouds not so far above mingle with the super skyscrapers.

Vincent makes his way inside and makes his way through a dark hallway. Trash decorates the edges of the hallway and one of the lights on the ceiling flickers. He sighs as he reaches the open door way and passes the officer guarding it. He sees flashlights moving around the dark room within and hears a woman's sobs. He steels himself as he scales the four stairs in the entryway and sees the scene before him.

A sobbing woman inflated to the size of a large weather balloon sits next to a sphere of a man that's a little bigger. Vincent notes the rubber shard remains all over the floor and a scenario forms in his mind. He watches as techs spray O-seal over the creaking, groaning, inflatees to help prevent their popping. The woman is clearly upset and the man shows a mixture of excitement and confusion on his face. Vincent stares at the man's face that his sphere body has inflated up around and knows his friends death caused a self discovery within him. He's a popper. Vincent sighs, knowing he could be trouble in the future, but shrugs it away to deal with the present.

Vincent studies the sobbing blonde girl and sees a mixture of sadness and fear. He bets she's afraid of sharing the same fate as her popped friend, but that's the risk you take when you inflate with substandard inflation tech. She looks close to the verge and the man on the brink of popping, but luckily they haven't. A sign of black market tech is they didn't inflate very big before one of them popped. He wonders which black market vendor supplied the tech. Franky? Tommy two toes? Valerie clutch? Sebastian Walker? Anyone one of them could be their supplier and with a little digging he'd find out which one.

Vincent moves over to the sobbing woman, "Ma'am." She doesn't respond and he gently lays a hand flat on her tightly, inflated, sphere body. A squeak sounds on contact and the woman moans. She looks at him as tears stream down her face, "Do I have your attention, Ma'am?"

"Yes....yes. Please, be gentle. I don't want to pop."

Vincent smiles, "I don't want you to pop either. I don't want anyone to pop. You can help me prevent popping, but I need a name."

"A name?"

Vincent gently rubs the tightly stretched surface of her sphere body with his hand, "Yes, I need a name. The name of your supplier." He watches as her face reddens and a few soft moans escape her lips. He slows his rubbing, "I want the name of your supplier."

The woman's lip trembles as tears run down her face, "If I tell you that, we're as good as dead. They'll come for us! You might as well just pop us now!"

The inflated man moans with excitement and Vincent looks at him. Definitely a popper. He looks back to her, "Give me something. Do you want more people to get popped like your friend?"

"No...no I don't." She swallows carefully, afraid she will pop,"Edinburgh way."

Vincent's eyes narrow, "Edinburgh way?"

"That's where we got it. I can't tell you more!" More tears run down her face, "Please don't ask for more."

Vincent smiles, "I won't. You've given me something to go on, Ma'am. It'll be enough. Thank you."

"Wait!"

Vincent turns back to her, "Something else?"

Her voice is quieter, "Ever so gently push in on me." She struggles to keep moans in as Vincent pushes in on her fragile, inflated, sphere body and her face reddens. "Oh...oh thank you."

Vincent nods and quickly walks away. It's not the first time an inflated has asked for such a thing and still he doesn't understand it. Why do they want to be inflated and risk popping? Why do some like popping? Why do they desire being helpless and immobile? Questions that are difficult to answer and those answers will most likely be as varied as the people that partake in body inflation.

Vincent sighs as he steps out into a light rain and the cool, moist, night air greets him. He walks to the car as the city's night lights dance in the night's rain and he notices a woman in a long, brown, coat leaning on the railing. He notices a red tail peaking out of the bottom of her coat and fox like ears sticking up through her red hair. He knows she's a different kind of fetish partaker and she's altered her body to have animal characteristics.

Suddenly a screaming sphere the size of a weather balloon floats past them from somewhere lower in the city. The lady with fox ears laughs as the ballooned woman floats skyward toward her doom and Vincent curses. He runs toward his car as fast as he can and knows there's little time. Opening the door to his hover car, he drops into the seat, starts the car, and races after the escaping balloon woman. The wind whips around the inside of the car through the open door and he tries not to think about the fact he isn't wearing a seatbelt. A fear of falling reaches for his mind, but he focuses on the task at hand.

Vincent closes on the screaming balloon and slowly reaches for the gun in the passenger seat. The hover car shakes from turbulence as they pass through the clouds and rain batters them. E sets the gun across his lap as rain splashes against his left side and the hover car shows signs of struggling. He knows the limits of the car are coming up and the ballooned woman's aren't much further up. The gun recoils across his lap as he fires and a large, strong, cable net flies outward with hints of smoke from the barrel. He hooks the stock of the gun to the center console of the car, the net wraps around the balloon woman, and he slows the ascent. He sighs and relaxes a little as the balloon woman tries to scream her thanks over the rain. He feels good as he puts a seatbelt on and they begin descending back down into the city.

Edinburgh Way. Vincent watches as the lights stream across his hover car and can hear various kinds of music being played into the street as his hover car sets down. He opens the door to be greeted by the strong scent of Chinese food and as usual it makes him hungry. He shuts the door behind him and looks at Edinburgh Way. It is a street that last several blocks and is no where near the ground.

Vincent checks his holster under his coat and begins walking toward Valerie Clutch's place. Through process of elimination he figures she is the supplier because they're only three that supply on Edinburgh Way and the other two were in jail. He feels anxious coming face to face with her. There's been a lot of talk that Valerie Clutch is losing her mind and his last experience with her may have been just the tip of the iceberg if that kind of talk is accurate. He wonders if her decision to keep her head slightly inflated all the time is having an effect on her sanity, but doesn't know. It could be just as easily the drugs she enjoys.

Vincent smirks as he walks down the hallway of the building Valerie Clutch is in and sees the three, huge, muscular people guarding the door. Two men and a woman. They're heads look tiny on their hugely muscular bodies and Vincent doubts any of them can fit through Valerie's door. He knows they're not really muscular and Valerie has just inflated them to look that way, but it is likely it works on some. He flashes his badge, "Need to speak with Valerie Clutch."

One of the men responds, "She's busy."

The woman responds, "Get lost or we'll have to get rough with you."

Vincent smiles, "I don't have time for this." He pulls a pin out of his coat and sees the look of fear spread across their faces. "Let me through or I'm going through after three bangs." They quickly wobble away from the door and he goes through it. He tucks the pin away as he goes through the door and sees a large wall of flat screens playing in one corner of the room. A woman inflated into a slightly squished sphere watches the screens quietly and Vincent notices a naked woman with beach ball size breasts floating on the ceiling above her.

Vincent senses something is wrong and as he sees the piles of rubber, he knows something is wrong. No Valerie, shards of rubber, and only two of her usual resident/play things to be seen. A lot of popping has gone on here and that means a lot of people were dead most likely because of Valerie Clutch. He nears the sphere woman, "Looks like there's been a few poppings."

"Yeah. I'm full of water and she didn't want that everywhere. So I got spared."

The girl floating on the ceiling responds happily, "And I'm way up here, so I didn't get popped. Sometimes Valerie gets me down to play with me, but that hasn't happened in awhile."

Vincent gently pushes on the water ballooned woman and she moans softly. "Where's Valerie Clutch now?"

The water ballooned woman moans loudly, "She...sh...she went to the concert...oh god!"

Vincent frowns, "I didn't know she's a music fan."

The inflated woman on the ceiling responds, "Yeah, she said it'd be a bang!"

Vincent's eyes widen as he looks around the room and he wonders if she's that crazy. He sees the pile of rubber shards, pictures of the stadium on the desk, and a blueprint. He curses his mind for putting the pieces together slowly and slaps the side of the water ballooned woman hard. She exclaims loudly as water sloshes back and forth through her violently, "Oh shit!!" Vincent curses his slow mind as she orgasms and hurries away, hoping he's not too late.

Earlling Stadium. A special event concert is getting ready to start where Ali Windflow is going to perform and spectators are passing through screenings making sure they don't have sharp objects. The audience gives a low rumble as they gather around the stage and lights dance around the stage as Ali bounces happily out with a mic. She smiles brightly to the crowd in her green hoodie/mini skirt, "How is everyone tonight?! Are you ready to party?!"

The crowd roars to life as music starts and Ali sings, "Let's play inflation party one of my favorite games. Especially now that you and I have traded pumps."

A liquid sprays from the ceiling onto the audience and pressure begins to bloat the audience members. "You float around in clothes that don't fit for a change. There is no way for you to touch your toes."

Groans of rubber sound as audience members inflate into each other and a few moan from the sensations as they round out. "Rip rip and tear your shirt apart. You want to think I can't inflate as big, but the pumps are relentless. Flip the switch, air flowing in, I'm filling out."

Squeaks sound as a few of the buoyant inflating audience members leave the ground and drift toward the ceiling of the stadium. Cheers, moans, and squeaks reach out from the inflating, bloating, audience to Ali as she performs. "You're just too full till you squeak and pop. You leave a pile of rubber shards, my popped balloon friend. You and me, it's body inflation, no deflating. Let me hear the inflating sounds again, just press inflate."

The spray shuts off and leaves some of the audience drifting mid air in the stadium. Others gently bounce across the ceiling as the last bits of inflating finish. Vincent rushes through the dimly back area of the stadium and his heart pounds. He gently grips the gun in his hand as he runs and isn't sure if he is running to save the audience or to escape the panic he's feeling. He knows Valerie is here and he thinks he knows where she is, having seen the circled area on the blue print.

The music continues as Vincent runs past the liquid tanks in the ceiling of the stadium and breathes heavily. He wishes he was a few years younger or at least in better shape. Bloated audience members squeak as they bounce of each other and the small domed fence protecting the stage from audience members.

Vincent aims the gun in his left hand at Valerie as she lefts up a panel on the floor, "Hold it right there, Valerie!"

"Damn it!!"

Ali sings, "I can be your new favorite balloon and you'll be mine. All I want is your expansion, it's all the same thing."

Vincent moves toward Valerie as she steps away from the hatch and he notices her face twitch. He sees it again, "What the hell?"

Ali sings, "Are you full? What's it gonna be?"

Suddenly Valerie shakes heavily and laughs through some pain. Long black spikes spread outward from her body, tearing clothes and flesh. She smiles at the spikes sticking out from parts of her body below her neck, "Surprise."

"What the hell?"

Ali sings, "Don't ease the pressure, make me full baby."

Valerie leaps forward and Vincent barely avoids contact with the spikes as she grips the gun. Several gunshots sound and a splash sounds as liquid splashes into them, knocking them off their feet. Vincent tumbles toward the open hatch with the liquid as a pressure makes its presence known and Valerie is anchored to the floor by her new spikes as the pressure starts to distend her.

Ali sings, "Inflate you like a balloon on the pump, scratch my itch."

Vincent bounces off a couple audience members as he falls and his body groans loudly as it quickly swells past the size of a weather balloon due to the concentrated exposure to the liquid. His descent slows and other audience members directly below the hatch experience renewed inflation after getting splashed. He groans as an impossible pressure pushed him bigger and bigger.

Ali sings, "Watch you float around hit the ceiling."

Valerie moans with pleasure as the pressure fills her and she fills the backroom area in the ceiling. She feels the pleasurable sensation of the walls squeezing her sides as she struggles to inflate outward and she vows to get revenge on Vincent. She begins filling out toward the ceiling and the spikes tilt toward her head as her body inflates up around it. "Oh sh.." A loud bang sounds and a spike had touched her semi inflated head.

Ali sings, "Inflate you like a balloon on a pump, flip the switch. Float around in circles, hit the ceiling."

Vincent groans with pressure as his body swells bigger and bigger. He swells to the size of a blimp and pushes several inflated audience members back with his bloating body as the music continues. The hissing sounds hollow in his massively, bloated body and he fears popping, but knows this isn't the black market tech.

"He's so big!!"

"I want to be that big!!"

"I hope he doesn't pop!"

"That big of a pop could pop anyone close by."

"Oh god."

Vincent sighs at their comments and feels uncomfortable with the pressure his body is containing. He thinks he saved the day, but in the process his having to endure this humiliation. He notices Ali is silent on stage and is staring at him, but knows at his size she couldn't miss him. He sighs hoping to deflate soon, go home, and crawl in bed. Sometimes this job is a bit much.