Holistic Therapy
Kimmy plonked her backpack onto the ground and took out a sheet of paper with some text printed from a website. ‘For maximum pleasure, I recommend placing the electrode as far in as possible’. In her bag was a small electrode kit, the sort that you get in alternative health shops that supposedly help people give up smoking and the like. She had brought it on holiday with her as she sensed the opportunity for some alone-time as there would surely be a lot of partying going on, and that wasn’t really her thing. Exactly as she’d expected the others were setting up a sound-system by the pool, there was a large inflatable sign being removed from its packaging and a canister of helium being wheeled to the poolside.
“I’m OK” she said “You can all get the party started I just have an… er… book, I want to finish reading.” The others shrugged, always wanting to do her own thing was Kimmy, well she could please herself, if she felt like dropping in on the party later she was welcome to, if not, well nobody would be surprised. Kimmy grabbed her backpack and shuffled off guiltily around the wall where there was a little sun-trap facing out to sea, and a couple of sun-beds. Here she could try out this electrode kink she had ready about, and she did have a book to read actually, it just wasn’t the kind of book she wanted to be seen reading.
She unpacked the electrode set onto the bed and hitching her bikini-bottom down to just below her bum-cheeks, she lifted her head to the sky, reached for the long slim wire and, wincing slightly, pushed it between her buttocks. With that lodged in place she pulled her bottoms over it and lay on her front on the bed. She placed the electrode switch on the ground beside her, opened the book to the first page and flicked the switch on.
No sooner had she flicked the switch than she heard an electrical hiss and felt her arse twitch and tighten, tingles running across her pert cheeks and goose pimples rising on her. After reading the first paragraph of her book she closed her eyes and tried to combine the pleasure of what was going on with her bum to the images the story she was reading had put in her mind. The tightening sensation continued and in fact she could feel her bottoms stroking across her posterior everything seemed to be tensing up and moving around down there and it felt simply divine. Kimmy placed a hand against her waist and slowly slid it down towards her derriere; however before she got there she felt something laying on the bed beside her hips, something wiry. She opened her eyes and looked down, to see two things. In her hands she held the electrode, which wasn’t in her bum at all. In her bum was a small plastic hose, furthermore she certainly didn’t remember her arse being so, round.
She cupped her hand against her bottom, it was definitely both rounder and firmer than it had been, she had never been proud of her bum, but now she was sporting the kind of rear that would make putting her jeans on a struggle. Propping herself up slightly to peer over her shoulder, her swollen bottom blocking her view from a laying position she followed the line of the hose with her eyes. It led from her arse around to the other side of the wall, and in fact the hissing sounded a lot more like air flowing, and she could see her buttocks expanding. She gave it a little poke, it felt firm and springy, like a balloon, it was also extremely sensitive to the touch and her prod caused a shiver to run down her thighs and up her spine. Her arse was being inflated! Presumably the hose was from some kind of pump or compressed air canister, but what… Kimmy thought, but then it hit her, of course, it was the helium tank she saw being wheeled around before, the inflatable sign had been stored by these beds and the end of the hose must still have been there for her to make this mistake, and how they had turned the gas on and her arse was blowing up like two balloons had been somehow placed beneath her skin and inflated.
Although the sensible voice in her head was telling her to yank the hose out, Kimmy chose to just watch for a few seconds as her buns bulged out some more, each cheek increasing in diameter as it became perfectly round, expanding in both width and prominence. It was hypnotic to her to see her arse be pumped up like this and she reached a hand towards it, once again shivering with ecstasy at the feeling of her own hand against the firm, bloated flesh. She marvelled at the sensation of her puffy buttocks blowing up beneath her hands, spreading her fingers apart the way a balloon might if you held it as you blew it up. She could feel the pressure insider her bum now pushing outwards against the round, shiny surface, as well as pushing downwards against her crotch, just adding to her arousal. Who knew that having a balloon bum could feel so good?
Kimmy considered what she might do with her new jaw-droppingly pneumatic rear-end. As it was inflating with helium, presumably it would feel light and buoyant, making it easy for her to sway it from side to side as she swished around the hotel grounds, drawing amazed looks from men and women alike, and crammed into the denim shorts she wore in the evenings, if that might even be possible with two beach-balls in your ass, she’d be a hit. This was one butt she wouldn’t mind men grabbing on the dancefloor, hell even women, or inanimate objects, she placed a hand against her buttock, squeezing it gently. It felt so firm, so tight, every accidental brush up against something would send her into rapture, and the bigger, and rounder and more full and tight it gets, the better the sensation of having it touched. She also planned to go scuba-diving tomorrow morning, that might not be so easy, like having two pontoons attached to her rear, she’d just have to float there with her head under the water, dangling from her buoyant arse; something that actually sounded very relaxing, she had her own built-in flotation device.
At that moment there was a loud squeak, like two balloons rubbing together. The pressure inside her arse felt so strong, her bum was so pumped up now, she had best remove the hose. Kimmy was in uncharted territory, not just for her but for the whole of humanity she felt, and had no idea what would happen if she just let her rump keep on inflating, it might even burst. She grabbed hold of the hose and gave it a tug, it pulled tight but did not release; she tugged again but still it remained stuck between her swollen bum-cheeks. She felt her heart flutter, if she couldn’t get the hose out then she was going to have to reveal herself to the people in the party to get them to turn off the helium. She didn’t mind them admiring her shapely rear; it was the hose up her bum inflating her that she didn’t want them seeing.
Kimmy rolled onto her side, her arse squeaking as she shifted. Swinging her legs around to sit up proved tricky given the shape of her backside. It was like trying to sit upright on top of a bowling ball, as although her arse remained light, it was reaching that level of firmness. She had to grab hold of the parasol in order to haul herself to her feet and as she did this, her ballooning buns brushed sensuously against the sunbed, expanding even larger. She turned to look over her shoulder, her bum was now far too big, she could still feel the tingling and the gas rushing into her with a loud hiss and each buttock was the size of a large melon; up till now she just looked to be particularly well-endowed but now she was taking on freakish proportions.
As she steadied herself, Kimmy felt a gurgling in the pit of her stomach and soon realised that her problems weren’t limited to the size of her posterior, her tummy was ballooning outwards, as though she were rapidly going through all the stages of pregnancy, as her hands grasped at it she felt her thighs too were becoming fatter and firmer, and her hips were curving and spreading out either side of her, her entire lower-half was now inflating, and rapidly too. The sensation inside her now was one of feeling very full, and even though she could feel the tingling beneath her hands on her tummy, and though the fact her crotch was also ballooning outwards and pushing her thighs apart was one of the most pleasurable parts of the whole experience so far, she knew she had to stop this right now, again she thought, how big could she get before she, Kimmy gulped solemnly, before she exploded?
“Help me!” Kimmy called as she tried to run back to the poolside. She could hear the sound of the party music playing at full blast and was certain nobody could hear her, and no sooner had she ran a few steps than she felt her legs inflating along the full length so that they became more rigid and difficult to bed. Kimmy called for help again, but still there was no way anyone on the other side of the wall would be able to hear. Just standing still was proving difficult as her thighs puffed up bigger and bigger, pressing against each other and forcing her to adjust her stance. She had to step aside as her bloated hip pressed against the parasol and all this being inflated was making her short on breath, whether through panic or through some physiological effect of the gas inside her. Her body was squeaking and creaking now and as her tummy bulged forwards, her buns continued to balloon out behind her. She placed her hands together on the top of her abdomen and slowly ran them over the fulsome curve of her belly and down between her legs. It was difficult to compose herself in order to try and save herself from an explosive demise given how pleasurable the whole thing felt and she panted with quick shallow breaths, only whispering for help as though she had forgotten what she was saying or why she was saying it, as her hands explored her swollen body. Almost lost in the reverie, her hands slid around her bloated hips and around over her expansive rear. She moaned softly, longing to be able to reach down between her legs, and toward her inner thigh region, but any hope of bending down to get a better reach had long since passed, her middle was pumped with so much pressure that she was forced into an upright position. Half-heartedly she cried for help again, but it was useless.
After struggling to be heard over the music on the other side of the wall, Kimmy began to waddle, hoping to get to where the party-goers could see her to get their attention so they would turn off the gas. Her legs were so tightly pumped up and turgid that she had to sway her hips, trying to swing herself, straight-legged into some kind of walking rhythm. Her body squeaked like a balloon some more as she hauled herself forward in a series of grunts and standing upright had also caused the helium to rise within her body, making her breasts swell up and bob up into the underside of her chin and her arms inflate and lift away, becoming turgid and stiff themselves while her belly was joined by the rest of her torso becoming round and almost spherical. The helium was still rushing through the hose and up into her bum with the same ferocious hissing and if it didn’t stop soon she was surely going to pop! Not just her arse, but her whole body was going to explode.
She was still several feet from the end of the wall and moving was becoming more and more difficult. Panting hard, and flushed from the exhaustion, Kimmy stopped to catch her breath, wheezing slightly as the air in her lungs felt light and raspy. Beads of sweat trickled down her body which was taking on a more blimp-like shape, rounding out by the second; she watched as they rolled down her torso, reaching her widest point of her abdomen before hanging from her bloated underside and dripping off her. Her body was creaking now without her even having to move and the sound of helium rushing into her had deepened in pitch as she grew ever larger.
“Help!” she squeaked pathetically. The helium had given her a high pitched voice and she knew it was too quiet and too high to carry over the wall, she sank her head forlornly into her plush, swollen bosom. ‘This was it’ she thought, she couldn’t move, she was still blowing up like a balloon, and any minute now she was going to burst. Her blimp-shaped body was becoming bigger and bigger, and by comparison her limbs seemed shorter, more like bumps on her suface now. Every sensation on her drum-tight body felt magnified and even the wind over her distended body and the slight twitching from her bikini as it struggled to adjust to her expanding form felt like the most exquisite of caresses. Her tits were still ballooning up and as her nipples stiffened she felt them brushing gently against the taut fabric of her bikini-top, while her hips were now bulging out wildly beyond control, her thighs the size of bales of hay and her bum as inflated as two weather balloons, tugging at her bikini-bottom which was bunched up into the crack. As pleasurable as it was, this was going to be it for her and she couldn’t bear to think about what was going to happen next. What would it be like to just explode, to be so pumped full of helium that you blow apart like an overinflated balloon? Surely it would be loud, the people just few feet over the wall would hear her blow, so what would they find when they investigated, would there be anything left of her, or would it just be the remnants of her bikini. They were about to find out Kimmy thought.
Just as she closed her eyes, wincing slightly and waiting for the inevitable boom, Kimmy felt the ground disappear beneath her feet, and a very light-headed feeling take over her. Opening her eyes she saw the top of the wall coming down to meet her, she was floating! The sheer volume of helium pumped into her meant she was lifting off like a blimp! She lifted just high enough that her head poked above the wall and she could see all the people dancing and the helium canister beside the pool with the sinuous hose leading all the way into her bum. If they could see her now then it might not be too late, someone would surely see the huge blow-up girl rising over the party and turn off the helium before went bang. Her head started to sink out of view again and she tensed up nervously, creaking as every muscle in her body contracted, she was almost there. The helium still pumped into her and as she relaxed her muscles, with a pained squeak her body expanded all over and her buoyancy picked up, she began to rise again. ‘Please, please’ Kimmy thought, she didn’t have long left, the pressure inside her felt so intense, both arousing and terrifying, but if she could just keep herself from blowing apart for a few more seconds she would be saved.
Beside the pool people were dancing, jumping into the water, chatting and drinking, and for a few seconds were oblivious to the round inflated girl, rising like a blimp from behind the back wall. Fortunately for Kimmy though, one girl turned around and saw her looking increasingly desperate and flapping her arms and feet as her turgid body moaned and groaned. Her jaw dropped and she pointed at Kimmy until other people also noticed.
“Help!” Kimmy managed to chirp, prompting some kind of action beneath her. Someone has spotted the hose dangling from Kimmy’s bulging arse and followed it to the helium tank. Although it would forever be a mystery as to how exactly a perfectly normal girl had blown up like a balloon though a hose in her bum, it was clear what had to be done. Three or four people all lunged at the canister and with total horror, Kimmy watched as someone’s elbow hit it, sending it toppling towards the pool. The canister hit the water with a loud splash and sank to the bottom, however just as Kimmy felt all was lost and she would be going boom after all she felt a tug against her bum. The hose had pulled tight as the canister sank and with a ‘schloop’ was yanked free from her bottom, hissing as it fell onto the wall below.
Kimmy felt her racing heart relax. She had stopped expanding, and while she was hovering a good twenty feet above the pool, she wasn’t buoyant enough to rise any further. Someone would have to be sent for to help get her down and figure out how to deflate her, and indeed someone from the party had rushed off in the direction of the hotel while the other just walked across to stand beneath her and gawped. The sensation of being pumped up, of having so much pressure inside her was even more pleasurable now that the danger of bursting had passed, and if anything the audience she had added to the excitement. Her crotch throbbed as her round swollen body creaked and bobbed around. She was the size of a van; her arms and legs puffed out and stuck into a star-jump position. Her enormous bloated tummy and blimp-like bosom bulged towards the ground while her bum like a pair of weather balloons kept her oriented facing down. She could feel the heat burning inside her and only regretted that her rotund form kept her from stroking her own body. She was building up towards some kind of orgasm and the sheer helplessness, the discomfort and the rigidity of her position make it all the more intense.
Kimmy smiled as she felt the pressure inside her reach climax, her body trembling as it struggled to contain all the gas and that trembling in turn, like a vibrator but a hundred times better, arousing every erogenous zone on her.
“How long do you think it’ll take to get me down” she gasped to the people below. The wind was pushing her around and as scared as she was of drifting out to where a thermal might lift her up into the stratosphere, she secretly hoped that they might just be able to tether her down and leave her to enjoy the sensation until she had deflated naturally. She shut her eyes and immersed herself totally in the feelings her body was giving her, smiling with glee. What she wasn’t aware of was that due to the incredible size she had pumped up to, the pressure looking for the tiniest opportunity to be released, and the incredible tautness of her smooth, shiny skin she was a delicate, overinflated balloon ready to pop. Any kind of touch on her skin now would be the spark to detonate her, and just above her a small bird was swooping down, looking for a hard surface to rest.
Kimmy opened her eyes and flinched slightly, letting out a small cheep as she felt the tiny claws landing on her firm, rounded bum.
With the sound of an almighty thunder-crash, Kimmy exploded, almost in slow-motion to those gazing upwards at her, the girl complete with her satisfied grin was decimated. Holes appeared in her letting out little puffs of steam, the drop in pressure causing moisture in the air to condense. The holes grew bigger, joining together, and Kimmy was gone, transforming into a cloud of pink shreds before the shockwave from the sheer quantity of gas inside her now expanding unrestricted blew the cloud up until it overshadowed the whole pool, then it hung there, drifting slowly in the wind as the shreds began to flutter down over the crowd below. It was all over in the space of a second, but everyone who saw the inflated girl burst remembered every tiny detail, and now all that remained as the cloud that had formed from the moisture in Kimmy’s own body when she blew floated out to sea and dissipated, were the little flesh-coloured scraps, like fragments of burst balloon, bobbing on the water along with the occasional recognisable piece of bikini.