How would I inflate you: The Valentine's Day of Massive Curves

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PuffyMan

This forum thread is my entire inflation portfolio.  I wasn't expecting the first one to turn out good, but in less that a week look at all these replies and requests!

I don't know if I should feel flattered or overwhelmed.  I only picked up my pace because no one else was helping write these!

alucard
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I am young man with glasses. Figure little chubby. I love to be inflated round, by naughty sexy girl that likes to dom me. Enjoy my helplesnes, meaby even humiliation

(Is this details ok?)

PuffyMan

I can work with that.  NSFW or SFW?

alucard
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NSFW. And if you can, meaby to make girl humiliate me or tease for the fat body? Reason why she inflates me?

PuffyMan

I'll figure out the reason, chubby.  A story's no fun if you know every twist and turn. ;)

You looking to go bang?

alucard
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I leave that up to you. Prefer not, or if yes to be it non leathal. But I leave everything to you ^///^

PuffyMan

So uh

I kinda wrote a story, but I fucked up

1,430 words is too long for a forum post

So once the crown jewel of this thread actuall gets approved, you can all read my first story on this site, "Attention, Passengers"!

This text will be replaced with a link to the story once it's up

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What is a man, Alucard?  Just a miserable little pile of secrets... and helium!

Enjoy your story!

alucard
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You are THE BEST❤

PuffyMan

Good news, folks!  It's here, who's ready to fly?

http://www.bodyinflation.org/node/40057

Warning: very nsfw

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Apparently I can't edit a comment if it's been replied to.  Huh.

Enderman

You corked up the URL when you posted it, it's actually http://bodyinflation.org/node/40057

 

Replying to this comment so you can still edit the one that you posted said URL in~

PuffyMan

Oh, thanks.  My bad.  What did I even link too...

Oh, nothing.  Okay, could have been worse

PuffyMan

More like, our interests and preferences line up perfectly.  I got a little carried away because it's the story I'd want if I got blimped.

So I'm either playing favorites but only to myself, or you can count it as both Alucard and myself requesting the same type of story, so double effort.  You choose which explanation works best; I just got carried away... by helium, as usual.

Enderman

So my interests are actually quite similar to the last story you posted, but a few different details might keep it fresh.

Male, 27, shoulder-length brown hair and perma-stubble.  Lil' bit of chub developing but with a BMI still classified below "overweight".  A couple of inches below average in height.

Pref. F/M, helium, spherical, NSFW (the lewder the better) - lining up so far, yeah?  So where it differs is that I think it's hottest when the inflation is fully consensual, and while I'm not a fan of popping I do like permanence (like, even if I do get deflated, I'm not returning to my original shape - probably would just be kept at a "standard" inflation size, though).  Dunno if it's your thing but a bit of balloon-TF would be great too - turning rubbery/squeaky and developing a balloon-neck at my navel (could help with the permanence thing).  As far as size, I'd like to avoid becoming "too big to play with", so about 10-12 feet tops (perhaps the "standard" size would be smaller, like 6-8 feet).  While blimp size is a bit much to me, I love the idea of "practical inflation" - being used for something when I'm blown up (maybe advertising balloon, or "personal blimp"?).  I'm a fan of tautness/creaking, also.  Light-to-moderate teasing is fun, but I wouldn't call it "humiliation".

As far as preferences in women go, I like 'em tall - like, between 6' and 6'6".  Whether it's the slender Avatar/Na'vi look, or something more amazonian, I'll leave up to you.  Anything from white to caramel is fine.  'bout the same age, maybe a lil' bit older (25-32). ...I'm not even sure how this would fit into the scenario, but if you'd find it fun to try playing with, I've developed a thing for the stereotypical "hippie chick" - dreadlocks, perpetually barefoot, crystals & herbs, the works (minus poor hygiene); this however is not a priority.

...Holy crap, that got long.  Well... the more specific the better, right?

PuffyMan

Well.  That is a very specific request.  But, uh, if you've read the whole forum you'd see that someone actually gave me an entire backstory, and had me go from there.  So while I am going to need to be very accurate to hit all your points, there's still some wiggle room.

That said, how would a hippie use a helium balloon for both lewd and practical purposes?  Guess I'll need to find the answers in a vision, maaan.  Pass the bong.  (Please don't do drugs, kids)

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She stares back at you, from between her dark brown dreadlocks.  She stands a fair bit taller that you, with the small crystal nestled beween her breasts sitting on an eye level with you.  Her pale skin seems pale in the evening sun, and as she continues to stare you can smell the scent of spices from inside her small home.

"Explain it again, maaan.  You need some gas, to get up?  Get high?"  She asks, groggy and deadpan.

"No," you reply.  "My car broke down, and I need some gasoline, not gas, to get up north, not get high."  You look up and down the dusty road, looking for any other houses.  With none in sight, you sigh and ask the second question you planned.  "Look, it's getting late, and I need a place to stay for the night.  Can I at least crash here for the night?"

"Man," she takes your hand and shakes it, "I'm Leeshah.  You can stay as long as you want, I feel our connection.  You're a man of the clouds, maaan.  You come in, maaan.  I'm gonna need some help though."

"Anything,"  you reply, "I'm willing to help out however I can, if I can stay here."

Leeshah smiles slowly and guides you into a room with a large, slightly glowing blue crystal in the center.  The crystal is about a foot tall, resting on a 1 foot high pedestal.  "This is my weather crystal, maaan.  It lets me see what the weather's gonna be if I charge it right... but I need a conduit so it charges better and works better.  You wanna help out?  Touch the crystal."

You do, and there is a bright flash of light.  The crystal's glow dims, and to your shock you begin to glow, instead!  You flinch as you feel a pressure rapidly building in your middle.  Quickly, your stomach bulges out and your arms and legs plump out, the glow on your body intensifying as your movement is limited more and more.

"Hey, maaan, you're doin great.  I'm happy you helped out."  She wals over to you, still taller than you as your body becomes rounder and rounder, arms and legs being forced outwards as she pats you on the head.

Finally, your crotch touches the floor, and you find yourself lifting off the ground, left only a sphere with a head, hands, feet and penis.  As you panic, Leeshah grabs you, and begins sucking your dick.  The feel of your member in her loving mouth, coupled with the pressure inside you, causes you to climax after only a few seconds, cumming into her mouth as she swallows every drop.

You notice that the glow surrounding you stopped blazing outwards, and now a soft light of a different color emanates from behind your taught, now transparent skin.  Leeshah claps her hands in enjoyment as your belly button pops out, revealing the neck of a balloon and cementing your fate as her new weather balloon.

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You float calmly, tethered by your string to the weather crystal, the glow inside you intensifying again, as it does when a change in the weather (and its color) is about to occur.  For the past year now, you’ve found the weather channel to be your new favorite show, because a sudden change means sexytimes for you, and a charge for all of Leeshah’s crystals of whatever color you glowed that day.  Leeshah walks into the room, looks you in the eyes, and says the sentence that always spells a fun night for the two of you:

“Hey there, maaan.  There’s a storm on its way tonight.”

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So, lots of details = I had to come up with some gypsy/magic/other macguffin bullshit solution to tie it all together, so suspend your disbelief as well as yourself.  Strangely, writing Leeshah’s Dialogue made me sleepy.

To be honest, I’m not as proud if this one as I am of the others.  Maybe two helium inflations in a row wasn’t smart, or maybe it was because I spent a good 20 minutes trying to tie all your major requests together.  That, and tying all of the points together with exposition left little time for NSFW, so there’s that.  I hope you enjoyed anyway, you crazies seem to like my slapped-together plotlines anyway.

Enderman

H'lrk, been meaning to reply to this for a few days now.

It's cute!  I can't help but smile when I read it (you even worked the hippie chick in!), and your crystal solution was clever (people are inflating like balloons, magic is an acceptable cause).  That said... I agree that it doesn't seem to have the luster of your previous stories.  I think the problem was that I overloaded you with details, meaning you had to "rush" to cram everything in, and the quality of the final product suffered for it.  Next time I plort out a request I'm going to trim the fat on it (weight gain isn't my thing anyway~).

Valiant effort though, thanks for writing it!

PuffyMan

Like I said further down in the thread, I'm going to make a more standardiazed request form for the new thread.  Should make things easier.  It'll also wipe the slate clean so you can request another, so yeah, please dont make me use a microscope to see the target again.  I still hit it dead on, but the quality was a little... bleh.  It's a fine line:  The more details you give me the more specific the story, and the more wiggle room I have the more unique it will be.

The real question is, at what point does it stop being a prompt and more of "Here's the story outline, write this"?

inflaboom

I'm a male, green eyes, kinda thin and a like full body inflation, maybe a soda think work, I like it get huge before the big boom hehe and I enjoy a female inflator. A story where I drank somethink work he.

PuffyMan

So, a story where a female inflates you, with a "something" you can drink.  The first thing that comes to mind is soda+mentos, followed by baking powder+vineagr.  But, I don't go to college to sit on my butt and write all day (its been a slow week of classes), so let's see if there's a chemical reaction to meet the bill.  Wait, bill?  Chenistry?  No, wait don't start the mus-

BILL NYE THE SCIENCE GUY!  BILL! BILL! BILL! BILL! BILL!

Oh stop chanting, all of you!  Now, consider the following:

Bill!Bill!Bill!Bill!Bill!Bill!Bill!Bill!Bill!Bill!

You awake in a cold room, a hose strapped to your mouth and your hands and feet spread out, shackled to the walls, preventing movement.  a tall, busty redhead stands in the cprner, wearing a labcoat.. She stands next to a large vat of clear liquid, which is hooked up to the hose in your mouth.  "Let's get started, shall we?"  She flips the switch to unleash the liquid.  As it forces itself down your throat, all you can think is that it tastes disgusting, and that it's very cold.

Quickly, it overfills your stomach and your rapidly swelling middle branches out, filling your arms and legs to the point that you could be mistaken for a small elephant.  The tank continues pumping liquid into you, swelling you to the size of a whale.  Immobilized, in pain, but still alive, you feel the flow stop and hear the woman walk over.

"Hm, seems like part one was a success.  I can't wait to see the results of phase two~"  You feel the room heat up to normal temperature as she continues.  "You see, in case you didn't know, Acetaldehyde is a checmichal cousin of formaldehyde, but found in many plants and used across the industry-"  you can feel... bubbles?  You can feel bubbles forming and bursting under your skin, slowly but surely increasing the pressure inside you!

You are too focused on your new bully growth, now straining you even further, that you miss out on most of the speech, including lethal dose size and its dangers, but tune back in to hear her say "-but as for your current problem, the best information I can give is that it boils, or turns from liquid to gas, at 20.2 degrees C/68.4 degrees F, far below the human body temperature, and even below the temperature I put the room at now.  So, in short, you are boiling that liquid in you.  You are the cause of your destruction.  Not me.  Therefore, I get out via a legal loophole.  Enjoy your little scientific 'suicide', they'll never know!  AHAHAHA!"

And she rolls the machine out, leaving you to grow and grow, reaching and eventually surpassing your limit.

Bill!Bill!Bill!Bill!Bill!Bill!Bill!Bill!Bill!Bill!

BILL NYE THE-

I said, turn that off!  I'm trying to be serious here!  Play 'Puffy the chemistry Man' or something, geez! *Ahem*

Acetaldehyde is a dangerous chemical in large enough quantities, but it does boil at a temperature that is lower than your body's, theoretically making this possible.  Well, until you realize that despite the fact that your bodies can process small amounts like we can with alcohol, too much can and will kill you.  It's even a potential carcinogen.  Please do not inflate with Unknown/hard to get/dangerous chemicals.  In fiction though, it's an enjoyable science lesson, as well as slightly erotic.  I'm proud of this story.

-SCIENCE GUY!  For fuck's sake, I said turn that off!

PuffyMan

For those of you looking for some nosalgia, or you somehow lived under a rock but still found this site, here's the old song from my favorite childhood show, Bill Nye:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UtVJdPfm0F8

And the wikipedia page for Acetaldehyde, for you nerds looking to check my work.  Yes, I actually did research for this one.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acetaldehyde

inflaboom

Woaw! Amazing story thanks you ;) also sorry that I don't replied before hehe.

PuffyMan

I start a thread, one person shows up.

I write a crummy story, everyone compliments it and more people show up

I write more half-decent stories, and one or two good ones, everyone friggin loves them

And then, JUST TO SEE HOW FAR I CAN PUSH YOU LOT, I spend a friggin hour on Google finding a chemical that both won't melt your face off and will boil above freezing but below body temperature, and use it to write a story, while arguing with the theme song of a tv show from the 90s as a subplot.  And what happens?

Everyone loves it!  No-one even flinched or said "whoa, where'd that come from?"

Please, someone explain to me why these things seem to be made of gold or something to everyone but me.

I Love To Inflate

Hi could you do one for me, am Male,6 ft 3,shaved head,brown eyes,medium build. I love to be taken by surprise and force inflated either by Male or female either by mouth,bike pump or helium with the hose up my ass,over my cock,blow kissing or using my cock as the valve and having my mouth and nose sealed. Oh and am not into popping 

PuffyMan

Ok WHOA, slow down.  It took like 5 miuntes of rereading that to figure out what you wanted.  I think.  You also explicitly mentioned your dick, so I'm going to auto-count that as NSFW.

You're lucky, I came up with JUST the situation for this, a fun scenario from an RP I'm running.  I actually just staarted with that, it's fun to have other people making me change the story as I go.

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"Da boss needs his money, punk!"  The thug slams his fist into your chest, and you fall backwards onto the concrete.  The wind knocked out of you, you brace for the incoming beatdown, when without warning a man in a flashy jacket and frilled hat bursts into the room.  You recognize him as the pimp who has been seen in the area.

"Ivan, my boy, stop!  This fellow isn't the man who skimped and snuck a night with one of my girls away for free."

The thug stops, then simply picks you up and holds you, instead of destroying your ribcage.   "Ivan did not know, Ivan sorry boss.  What Ivan do with not-cheapskate?"  You go to say something, but the pimp slaps a piece of duct tape over your mouth and nose.

"Ah, ah, ah, darlin'.  Silence is golden, but this tape is silver.  Now listen, pal.  I can't have you ratting me out, but I also wanna be a nice buisnessman and give you something nice as an apology for messing up.  Ah, I know!  Come with me."  Ivan the thug drags you into a room with a very large helium tank.  Having done this before, he rips off your clothes and harshly jams the tube up your ass.  He holds you in place, preventing you from moving, as the Pimp turns on the gas.

"See boy, I'm leaving this town with my girls for another city tomorrow, so I need you out of comission until then.  If I wasn't leaving I'd let you have a night with one of the girls, but they are all packing up."  Your belly and chest swell up, filling quickly with helium.  The sudden rush of pressure causes you to orgasm, and as your arms and legs swell up you notice that you've stopped cumming your normal jizz, and are instead cumming out helium, slowly!  You can barely keep your head together amongst the endless, unending pleasure.  You try to moan, scream in pleasure, but the tape on your mouth limits you to mumbles.

"Feels good, does it boy?  Usually I have to fill up one of my girls for a picky client, but this will work to keep you occupied."  As you rise off the ground, he lowers the flow of helium so you are only spraying out as much as you take in.  "With a tank that size, you'll be cumming for a week straight.  I'll be long gone by then.  Have a nice life, kiddo, and enjoy your 'compensation'!"  Ivan and The Pimp walk out of the room, leaving you to your fate of a weeklong, unending orgasm before you can finally be free.

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Take all the expectations, and throw them out the window.  That's how I write, sometimes.

You didn't pop, but you did explode!  In a sexual way, at least.  Damn, I wonder what an orgasm that long feels like...

alucard
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Probably feels so good you can never be pleased by common means

I think I woudlnt mind to be mistaken by this pimp, getting my ass body inflated like this

I Love To Inflate

Wow that was great could I be cheeky and ask for another one please 

PuffyMan

Odds are, no.  I'm trying to be fair, give the fun evenly.  If I ever do another HWIFY thread like this though, you would be entitled to another.

That being said, you can keep asking.  Maybe some other authors wanna help out?  Doing this on my own is stressful and time consuming.

NameTaken
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>Maybe some other authors wanna help out?  Doing this on my own is stressful and time consuming.

Gimme some girls to inflate, fam.

blimpboyy

I might consider contributing at some point although I think I am better at role-playing than anything else.

LutherVKane
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Dude, I've blocked the last dozen accounts you've made. Take the hint.

PuffyMan

Whoa, wasn't expecting for Luther to show up, you're like the final boss or something!  Are you enjoying the stories so far?

LutherVKane
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I haven't had time to read all of them, but I've enjoyed the stories I've read.

caffiene

If this is still going I’ll ask for one.  

 

I’m a nerd girl of average height/build.  Little bit of an hourglass.  Shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes.  Looking to be inflated by a woman with a big butt; with some domination and humiliation themes, and a clean, non-lethal pop for me at the end.  NSFW is fine.  I’m up for any type of inflation but I’ve always had a soft spot for tire pumps.  I like my butt to start inflating first until I’m a huge ball.  Oh, and I love popping buttons and belts and ripping clothes.

 

Hope you can do something with that, any questions just ask.  Thanks in advance!  ^^

...I meant that sarcastically.

PuffyMan

Okay, so girl-on-girl, havent done that before, but should be pretty routine, I don't really see anything else special- WAIT, non-lethal popping?  Ooo, that's a new one.  I never liked popping being the 'end of the line', so I prefer nonlethal as well.  Now, what crazy, unique plot can I do that will really stand apart... oh, how about htis one?

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You wince in pain as the needle slides into your arm, administering serum BL-04T into your arm.  "I told you it would sting a little, dear,"  The nurse comforts you.  This new experimental drug is planning to revoliutionize skin care, by groing a second skin under the natural layer and having the old outer layer get sloughed off, removing any scars or blemishes from one's body.  You volunteered in a heartbeat, not only because you had that visible scar you never liked, but also because any method can be used to remove the skin, and the outer skin becomes a temporary erogenous zone under the drug's effects until it's taken off, allowing for mind-blowing sex.

After discussing it with your partner, you've decided to live out a fetish you've both had for a long while.  Your partner Linda is already prepping the old tire pump in the bedroom as you return home, and is all set up by the time you've put on old, easy-to-shred clothing.  All you need to do to get paid for the experiment is come back to the lab tomorrow in a brand new skin, and as you walk over to Linda you can already feel its effects, soaking your nethers from the feeling of your clothes on your old, ready-to-be-disposed of skin.

Linda smiles, and as soon as she gets the bike tube safely in your ass, she starts to pump, and you start to plump.  "Ohoho, look at you, girl, finally getting to be the fatass you always dreamed of, hehe!"  She stops pumping as your ass's inflation has begun to fill out your legs and belly, and spanks you, hard.  You scream, but in leasure, as your old skin takes the hit and brings you to your knees, inches from orgasm.  "Such a slutty, horny balloon I've got," Linda teases.  "I wonder howshe'll feel when I blow her... BIGGER."

Linda resumes pumping with renewes vigor, and you quickly become unable to stand as your legs get forced to the sides, you moaning all the while as your old skin stretches and strains, sending streaks of pleasure through you.  Finally, as you round out, Linda stops pumping and runs her hands over you.  "So, my big balloon girl, should we play a game?  I'm thinking we roll you around, bounce you a bit.  What do you think?  Oh wait, nevermind.  Balloons don't get to make choices."  She tosses your round form in the air, and proceeds to play a game of 3-D pinball all around the house, with you as the ball and the furniture as the bumpers.  With each impact, your taught outer skin Sends signals from the pressure within you and the impact outside of you, causing you to orgasm with each bounce.

Finally, you come into contact with something sharp: A screwdriver lies point-up on the table, left behind from an old craft project you never finished.  You close you eyes as you make cotact, and

BANG!

You awake from the most incredible orgasm ever, sitting in a pile of rubbery skin fragments and your own sex juices.  The orgasm was so good you might be ruined off normal sex forever, and as you look at your new skin you gasp.  Perfect, flawless skin, soft to the touch, almost seems to glow in the light.  Linda walks over and hugs you, her act finally over and happy to be friendly with her lover again.  As you go get cleaned up, enjoying the feeling of your fresh new skin, and Linda starts to clean up the mess on the floor, you both smile, knowing that you actually are getting paid to test this a few more times.

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Who says a skin product can't be used for sexytimes?  Look at viagra, that stuff was made for high blood pressure but took on a WHOLE different use.

caffiene

Very nice, thank you.  It would be fun to be a human 3D Pinball.  :D

...I meant that sarcastically.

Blimp B0y

Take a break man. You deserve it.

LutherVKane
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And another ban. Go away.

PuffyMan

Ok so uh, I'm gonna do something stupid, then something stupider, but it will make sense.  So, the reason I did this theread is because someone wrote me a story on another HIWIY thread, and I thought I'd return the favor to the community at large (We are still open btw).  But I confess: I've been secretly dropping details about my appearance, preferences, etc in the pre- and post-story comments, hoping someone would notice and write me a story.  And someone did, a story to match each and every desire I had going.  There was only one small problem.

That person was me.  Lacking anything interesting to do, I took a nap earlier and my brain dropped me into a very realistic dream, so while it was my perfect story it's still up to me to write it down.  So, stupid thing: I'm formally requesting a story on my own HIWIY thread.  Stupider thing:  I'm responding to it.  Some details will be slightly altered to make sense/hide personal information, but still, enjoy!  For context, when someone in this universe pops they reform from the scraps, an inflated person cannot orgasm aside from popping, and any person blown up will appear as a normal party balloon to everyone but their inflator, meaning they cant be seen or heard aside from their captor.

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I sat on the bed, naked and eager, waiting for Maria to finish uncoiling the hose to the helium tank so we could begin.  I had been looking foreward to this after a long week at college, having my sexy girlfriend blow me up and pop me was always the most orgasmic feeling ever, and she got off to it too, seeing her boyfriend round and suspended in the air, nothing more than a toy for her amusement.  "You ready, Maria?  I always love getting to do this with you."  Maria takes the hose, and walks over to me.

"Of course, my silly balloon.  Now, say 'ahh'."  And with that, she puts the hose in my mouth, and turns the pressure on.  My stomach bloats out first, as Maria rubs it, enjoying the feel of my flesh growing beneath her fingers.  All I can say is MMMPH, as I feel the inflation spread past my crotch and shoulders, filling out my legs and arms as well.  I know that past this point I'm considered 'inflated', and won't be able to deflate or orgasm in any way until I explode.  I lean back, enjoying Maria's playful hands as I get larger and larger, rounder and rounder.

It's not long before I'm simply a giant ball with a head, hands, feet and a penis hovering in the air, tethered only by the rope already on my ankle to let Maria grab me if needed.  As the helium continues to flow into my mouth, I feel it.  A pressure, a twinge.  My skin starts to creak and groan under the pressure, and I shudder in anticipation as Maria shuts off the helium.  We both know I'm at my absolute limit, my mind and body focused on one thing-release.  Any amount of air, even the slightest exhale will drive me past the breaking point.  Maria always loves to deliver the final blow herself.  I close my eyes and pcker my lips as she removes the tube, awaitning the blowkiss to make me burst.

But it never comes.  Instead, Maria takes the string holding my creaking, groaning blimp of a body and walks me out the door.  No wonder she was wearing clothes this time, she was walking me down the street!  People pass her on the sidewalk, comletely ignoring my ten foot tall floating sphere of a body, pushed to its limit, because to them I'd look like any old party balloon from the store.  Most folks see me as a red balloon, I'm not sure why.

Several children even comment to Maria about how overfilled her balloon looks, but I cant see Maria or the kids over my body's horizon, my head already sunken in and incapable of seeing anything below eye level.  I finally collect my thoughts away from thinking about anticipating my popping and try to cause it.  "Hey, help me!"  I cry out.  "I'm a balloon!  A big, round, overfilled balloooooon!  Please, pop me!  Burst me!"  I hear Maria giggle as I start to pull lines from our more private sessions, getting more and more desperate to explode with pleasure.  "Please!  I'm a big, round balloon slut!  Pop me like the inflatable bitch I am!  Pop me, pop me, POP ME PLEASE!  BLOW ME UP!  MAKE ME BURST!"  As my voice falls on deaf ears, Maria carries her overfilled boy toy into the supermarket to do some grocery shopping.  All through the store, as we move around, Maria completely ignores my pleas as I loudly beg for release over my still creaking, groaning body.

Eventually, after an hour of shopping and begging to go bang, we return home.  I've stopped pleading, resigned to my fate of being on the edge forever.  Maria sets down her shopping bag on the steps, and pulls me down face to face.  "You are not a boy.  You are not a person right now.  You are a big, fat, round balloon."  My body lets out a very loud groan.  "Balloons like you don't talk.  Balloons like you don't cum.  Balloons like you can only do one thing.  Pop."  And with that, she presses her lips to mine and blows in a small gust of air, before grabbing her bags and going inside, leaving me to float higher and higher.

My body's groans, creaks, and gurgles reach a fever pitch as my limit is surpassed at last, and my skin violently shakes as it fights a losing battle to keep the pressure within me inside.  Though noone will hear me, I cry out to the sky: "Yes, I'm a big balloon!  I can only pop, like the balloon I am!  I'm gonna burst!  Maria, are you watching?  I'M GONNA BUR-"

BANG!  I feel the most intense rush of pleasure I've ever felt, and the world goes black.

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I awoke in my college dorm with a start after that, in this reality.  The reality where inflation isn't real, and I've been running this thread on this website, making stories to make others happy.  (I really hope you ARE all enjoying these.)  I looked down, and realized that I actually did orgasm, and looking at the size of the load I shot I'm grateful I decided to wash my sheets after my nap instead of before.  I went to dinner, wrote a few more stories here, but that dream kept nagging at me, to do SOMETHING.

I stared at the comment box of this very forum.  I knew what I had to do.  And as I hit 'save' in a few seconds, my wish for my own story will be fulfilled.

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So, I think that's the first time anyone's asked for a story on their own thread, and also the first time someone wrote a story for their own request.  I just love breaking norms, don't you all?  Keep the requests coming folks, I'm not going anywhere.  I will, however, be getting off to this a LOT of times down the road.

blimpboy

Perhaps the community can give back to you in someway by making a modified version of this story :3

alucard
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Heh, I would gladly start such story to add for his. But I am actualy working on such... on diferent 'thread' ;-)

LutherVKane
LutherVKane's picture

Blimboy, I've lost count of how many times I've had to block you here. Stop it.

Enderman

'm curious.  How'd this start?  I see the blatant ban evasion now, but what was he doing to earn the initial ban?

Katloon
Katloon's picture

5'1" female with auburn hair and dark brown eyes. Pretty pale and reletively skinny. I once again prefer air inflation with the belly, but don't mind breast and butt expansion. No popping, and sticking witht the valentines theme, a blind valentines date could be fun.

wynonna
wynonna's picture

How about something with lesbians in pantyhose, heels and short dresses...

PuffyMan

Any preference on inflation substance, popping, etc?  Because that's a really big range of attack you're giving me, and I don't want to accidentally write something you won't appreciate.

Username F

 just do anything really. If they’re going to be vague about it, I think they would be OK with anything.

-Blimp Boy

WinglyKing

Comrade, what do you stand to gain by endlessly making new accounts? I don't know of the events that resulted in your original ban, but seriously. I don't care what issue you have with the other users but you're actively going against the site webmaster, and if Luther did something, he had sound reason whether you believe it or not. I have nothing against you, but you prove nothing by being persistent in this regard.

In my Utopia there will be helium, lots of helium

PuffyMan

Look, I don't know what the hell is going on, but can all of you just take this drama and make a different forum thread for it?  I'm trying to write, here, and I'm honestly losing my patience watching everyone running around in a wild goose chase between the stories and requests like a game of Pac-Man.  I'm sure you're all wonderful people, who enjoy this equally wonderful fetish, but get off my internet-based lawn and go fuck around somewhere else.  Or, at the very least, don't do it in the comments of requests.  Tell you all what, I'll make a special comment for your little chaos, and you can all gripe there.

For those of you who are actually here for the stories, please ignore the people who aren't asking for stories or commenting on the content of said stories, and of course me (the author of the stories).  It's better that way, for all of us.

Username F

Thanks man.  Sorry about all this. Even if I was causing problems, there is no need for them to muck up the place by yanking those problems into here.

-Blimp Boy

LutherVKane
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"Even if I was causing problems"? You are causing problems. Now please be so kind as to leave this site and never return. You aren't welcome here and never will be.

GiantBelly

No one else seems to be having issues with me on this thread except you I’m afraid, and you seem to be bringing drama up to the public instead of talking privately. Odd, especially since you told me to keep drama private. Also, that last statement you made will just guarantee my permanent membership here. I’m not leaving. Period. You have an issue? Talk to me in private or this is just gonna go on forever. I’m not gonna let some dumb argument ruin my time here especially since I’ve lurked in this site for over a decade.

Also, I’d like to thank those who sent kind messages to my email. Much love!

-Blimp Boy