SNAP!

I opened my eyes and looked around.  He and I stood on a walking path in one of the local parks, but I didn't immediately recognize which one.  It was sunny and lightly breezy, a perfect mid-summer afternoon.  I looked up between the treetops to a clear blue sky, with an occasional puffy cumulus cloud.  A college girl was jogging away from us, her ponytail bouncing up in the air as she ran, so she must have just passed the two of us on the path.

“Did it work?” he asked.

“Did what work?”  I tried to smile a bit.  I trusted him, now that we knew each other well and had been in a close relationship for several months, but I was feeling a little nervous about what he had in mind.  I knew he was up to something, but I couldn't tell exactly what.

I looked down at myself and was more than a little surprised to see that I was wearing only my shiny purple string bikini.  I'm not shy about showing off my body a little, at the beach or sunbathing by the pool, but this was a little unexpected.  I couldn't remember putting on my bikini this morning.  In fact, I couldn't remember exactly how we got to the park, either.  Maybe I had dozed off in the car.  I bit my lip, pondering for a moment, but set my concerns aside as I looked into his eyes.  I knew I trusted him.  Whatever he had planned, I could tell he was doing for both of us.

I watched as he stepped off the path into a picnic area, and gingerly sat down at a wooden bench table.  I started becoming more self-conscious of my skimpy state of undress, as I was still standing on the path, waiting for what would happen next.  Somehow, I sensed that he would take the initiative, and he wanted me to stay right where I was -- for the moment.

I saw his hand move.  My eyes locked onto his fingers, hoping that whatever he had in mind wouldn't be too embarrassing -- he had already discovered that a little semi-public fun was exciting for me, but I started to wonder just how far he was going to go in a public park, where anyone could walk by at any time.  Luckily, we were along a walking path in a wooded area, but I still felt nervous about being out in the open, with nothing but the big blue above me.  He slowly, teasingly moved his hand to his waistcoat pocket, then paused.  “Are you sure this is something you want to try?”

I nervously smiled again.  Now I knew he was up to something.  Did he know my secret?  Could he have found out?  I'd been dropping a few subtle hints here and there, and I had daringly left a few telltale photo morphs in my pictures folder.  Had he discovered them?  I knew he was good with computers... there was a chance he had.  I suddenly felt lightheaded, with butterflies in my stomach, not knowing for sure if my anticipation was warranted.  But it was worth the chance.  I bent my head forward subtly, gave him an intense look from below my tilted brow, and whispered, "Yes."  Now, I thought, there would be no turning back.  The anticipation was unbearable.

His hand slowly, teasingly, withdrew from his pocket.  I caught a glimpse of yellow.  Shiny yellow.  Was it?  Could it be?  Did he really know?  I felt dizzy with anticipation.  He drew his hand out completely, and I couldn't help but gasp in pleasure as he held up his prize.  It WAS!  He KNEW!  I recognized the brand, too -- it was no small party decoration.  One of my favorites, rated at 30 inches, and I knew from my own experience that it could be overinflated substantially, with the proper care.  But that wasn't what made this particular brand my favorite.  The best part about this brand was how incredibly tight and tense they got when they were close... so close...

He slowly brought the neck towards his mouth, holding it just an inch from those strong, powerful lips.  He inhaled slowly, deeply, filling his lungs with air.  I stiffened, wondering, hoping, desiring to feel the tension, the unbearable tension of stretching latex.  The nipple-like mouth closed the distance to his lips, and he finally took the firm O-shaped ring into his mouth.  I shuddered with anticipation.

He let the tiniest, gentlest trickle of air into the thick, limp latex -- and I felt it.  It tickled, like a feather being flicked against my own skin.  It tickled everywhere, across every inch of my body, but especially in my breasts.  I gasped in surprise, and bent my head to look at my suddenly sensitive chest.  My breasts looked different.  Not bigger, but different -- rounder, and... lighter?  Was my imagination playing tricks with me?  They felt like they were filled with air.  I cupped them with my hands, trembling with excitement, and heard a tiny muffled squeak of rubber against the bikini top.  Oh my God, I thought, my boobies are turning into BALLOONS!

Turning back to my companion, I saw that he had paused.  The latex was still limp and unstretched, but his trickle of breath had just barely filled the balloon so it stood out horizontally from his mouth.  I realized that the tiniest bit more air would start stretching the yellow rubber.  My hands involuntarily cupped my new balloon-breasts.  I was so amazed that I was unable to do anything but state the obvious: "It worked."  I grinned.

He took a new breath, and before I could react, blew hard and fast into the balloon.  WHOOSH!  The air went into the balloon, and my breasts, with force.  They bubbled up from C to D cups in a fraction of a second, latex squeaking against my bikini top again.  The change came so suddenly that I could only close my eyes and savor the sensation.  I shivered, stroking my breasts.  I felt something else now -- elsewhere in my body, I could feel the beginnings of the same sensation that had started in my breasts, of turning into rubber.  I kept my left hand on my breast, and ran the other down my tummy to caress my butt and thighs.  They were going to inflate, too, I knew; I could feel my skin starting to stretch.

He exhaled again into the growing yellow sphere.  My boobs surged dramatically, blowing up into double D's, and I could feel my ass cheeks bulging with pressure.  I was suddenly concerned for my favorite bikini; there was no way it could handle this much of a change.  "Oh, slow…slow it down," I panted, "I’ll burst out of my clothes at this rate!"

WHOOSH!  WHOOSH!  WHOOSH!  Oh no!  He's blowing me up even more, going too FAST!  My eyes flew open as my boobs and butt inflated wildly, and he only grinned at my embarrassing predicament through his rapid breaths.  My breasts were beyond any normal size now, rapidly blowing up into F, G, H cups!  My bikini top stretched valiantly, but the straps were cutting into my skin, and I needed to get it undone!  Snapping out of a fog, I stopped caressing my hips and reached back to try to undo the clasp, while my other hand shifted from caressing my balloon boob to pulling at the bikini cup, trying to gain some relief from how it was rapidly compressing my breast.

He paused.  "Come here," he ordered.

I slowly stepped over to his bench, holding onto my breasts to prevent them from bouncing around uncomfortably.
 
"Turn around."

I turned red and faced away from him, knowing he was ogling my unusually shapely ass.  I felt his hand on my bra clasp, and shuddered slightly at his touch.  I heard him take a deep breath, and realized what he intended to do.  "Careful, it might take your eye out," I warned.

WHOOSH!  SNAP!  Suddenly, all the tension was released, and my inflated breasts bounced free, boinging wildly on my chest.  My poor bikini top shot off like a toy rocket, clearing the walking path and catching in the bushes on the other side of the clearing.

I looked down now, reveling in his handiwork and my newfound comfort.  I couldn't help but touch and caress my free-floating breasts, and noticed something that had been hidden until now.  As my boobs had inflated, they had blown up into near-perfect spheres, and the place where they attached to my chest had shrunk down to only a few inches across, emphasizing their balloon-like nature and allowing them a great deal of freedom of movement.  "Ahhh.  Ooooh, look at them," I cooed as I turned back around to face him.  I caressed them with worshipful circles and tentative squeezes.  Suddenly, I remembered the yellow balloon he held.  “Make them bigger," I pleaded, without even thinking.

"They’re already huge.  They’re beautiful.  I don’t know if they can take much more.  I don’t want to pop them."

A shot of anticipation raced through me as he said those last two words.  Oh God.  The danger excited me beyond expectations.  "Make them bigger."  No pleading: this was a command.  My force of will must have taken hold of him, for he responded by releasing all pretext.  He knew I wanted this.

WHOOSH!  WHOOSH!  WHOOOOOSH!  He breathed hard and fast into the balloon, making it swell up into an ever-tightening orb of ballooning pressure.  My boobs blew up wildly, out of control, rapidly inflating into a pair of 24" balloons that bobbled and bounced against my body with each forceful breath of air.  My buttocks soon joined in the fun, blowing up into twin spheres that bulged out obscenely and forced my bikini bottoms tightly into the crack of my ass.  "Ah!  It's spreading!"  The bikini front responded by pressing tighter and tighter against my pussy and clit, driving me delerious with pleasure.  WHOOSH-WHOOSH-WHOOSH!  The uninhibited blowing continued, and I suddenly felt a slight but sharp pain in my crotch: my bottoms had stretched all they could.

“Quick, get my bottoms off before they cut me in half!”  I swung a hip toward him and gasped with relief as he yanked on the tie string, sending my bottoms flying to the ground as he puffed one more time into the growing balloon.

The balloon.  The balloon!  How big was it?  I could just barely still reach my nipples, and while I couldn't see my blown-up buttocks, they felt similarly inflated.  The balloon had to be at least as large as my breasts, I thought, and that meant it was nearly full!  With sudden realization, I turned to look.

It was big.  Bigger than I had expected: shiny and past the point of transparency.  Definitely near capacity, if not beyond.  He flicked a finger against it, making a tight ringing sound that reverberated in my tightly-inflated breasts and buttocks.  I gasped, eyes wide, and held both breasts with my left arm as fear took hold again.  So much pressure, so close -- I needed relief, my other hand had somehow ended up between my legs, seeking my aching clit.  Oh God, so big, so overinflated... only a few more breaths, and...

“Is it going to burst?” I asked, hoping to egg him on.

He gave a long, drawn out blow down the balloon’s neck that made my nipples ache with desire.  “Oh, I think it’s got at least another two breaths before it pops,” he replied calmly.

He blew.  Like the other breaths, I felt this one inflate my breasts and buttocks, but I also felt something new.  My clit was tingling in a way I had never felt before.  Except, that is, for how my breasts had tingled when he first started inflating the balloon...

Oh my God.  Was my clit going to blow up, too?  But the balloon was so close to popping!  NO!  I needed this inflation, needed to feel the pressure down there, between my legs!  Frightened but excited beyond reason, I gave him a look that I hoped would provide the proper encouragement.  I twirled my index finger around on my tingling clittie, hoping for that next, wondrous breath.

He did not disappoint me.  WHOOSH!  In less than a moment, my tiny clit had bulged out into a ping-pong ball sized bubble.  The pleasure from this tiny inflation was enormous, and I whimpered with unstoppable need, my fingers now twirling the sensitive little bubble around against my crotch.  I opened my eyes and saw how close, how fearsomely close, the balloon was to popping.  I cringed in spite of my ecstasy.

He took a deep breath and held it, teasing me beyond belief.  My fingers stopped twirling for a moment, and grasped around my bubbled clit, holding it tight and jiggling for all they were worth.

He drew the balloon mouth to his lips and slowly pushed more air in.  My clit bulged with pressure, and I squeezed involuntarily as my pleasure started spiraling up, out of control!  My boobs, my butt, my clit, the enormous yellow balloon, all so close, right on the edge, ready to let go!  He caressed the balloon's tight rubber, making it squeal.  I felt the vibrations everywhere in my ballooning body.  "Please," I whispered.

He pulled the balloon away from his mouth, neck pinched tight, and looked at it critically.  Oh no!  Why did he stop?  Can't he see how badly I need this?

"I really prefer Helium balloons, don’t you?"

Helium?  My hand paused and I gasped in shock.  Would he?  Was it even possible?  Somehow, he had happened upon all my secrets -- in a big, big way.  I was speechless, not even daring to hope for this turn of events.

He opened his fingers on the balloon neck, and the precious air started whizzing out of the tightly stretched balloon even more quickly than he had put it in.  The sensation of pressure inside of me vanished instantly.  Panicking, I grabbed my boobs and butt as the air left me.  FSSSS!  No!  My bubbled clit vanished instantly, and the delicious sensation of stretched pleasure in my boobs and butt receded quickly.  The whooshing sound of escaping air filled the clearing, and there was nothing I could do to prevent myself from deflating.  My boobs and butt deflated rapidly, helplessly shrinking by the second back to their uninflated sizes.  I glared at him and thought I glimpsed a smile; he was probably enjoying this indignity.

“Don’t worry, we’ll soon give you back your old bounce.  Significantly more bounce, I hope.”  I tried to smile, but I couldn't hide my dismay at having been cruelly and quickly deflated just as I was getting nice and tight.

I remembered his helium threat, and so did he.  He waved the limp yellow balloon at me.  “You mentioned to me once that you’d dreamt you blew up with so much helium that you started to float away.  How did you feel about that?”

My eyes went wide.  Had I said that?  Fear shot through me.  I imagined a hand holding a flimsy, taut string, my blown up body tethered to the other end, aiming straight for the great wild blue.  I reflexively answered.  “Scared.”

“And?”

The jogger turned her head toward my overinflated balloon body; I glimpsed her pupils for a split second before snapping out of it.  “Humiliated.”

“Was that all?”

My boobs and butt pulled upward into the air harder as the pressure increased even further.  The fingers slackened, string tugging insistently between them, begging to be let go.  My clit throbbed with arousal.  “Excited.”

He leaned over on the bench, and my eyes reflexively followed his hand as he reached down to the ground.  He had a gas cylinder with him, laying sideways on the ground, labeled “Super Helium”.  My eyes went wide.  He placed the balloon mouth on the nozzle and clamped his hand around the neck so there was no chance of any gas escaping.

He tilted the nozzle, and my balloon body instantly went taut.  My mouth formed a silent “O” as my boobs surged with pressure.  They blew up into basketballs, and my buttocks stretched into giant spheres.  The hissing was loud, much louder than when he had used his own breath, as I blew up wildly, expanding into four enormous balloons.  I writhed and convulsed, caressing my whole body with both hands.  The pleasure and pressure were unbearable!  I noticed the balloon on the tank was almost fully inflated, and pointing straight upward.

“Wow, this super helium is strong.  I can feel it trying to pull the balloon off the cylinder.”

The feeling of butterflies in my stomach returned.  My impossibly large boobs lifted from my chest, pointing up into the sky just like the still-inflating balloon.  They were pulling up strongly now, and I was forced to arch my back because of their lift.  The helium in my enormous bubble butt made it difficult to balance myself properly, and I positioned my weight carefully to avoid an awkward posture.  I moaned and steadied myself, getting accustomed to the unrelenting buoyancy building up in my boobs and butt.  My back was now pulled into a graceful arch as my balloon boobs tugged insistently upward into the sky.  My breath quickened as I realized that I must be getting close to neutral buoyancy, and I balanced on one foot with ease.

The inflation slowed.  “Looks like it’s working wonders on you too.”

I moved my hand to my crotch again.  I imagined what he was seeing: two hugely inflated boobs pointing straight up into the air, back arched, curved belly, two super-spherical butt cheeks holding up my lower body, and one foot dangling in the air.  I moaned reflexively as my finger again twirled on my clit.  The inflation continued, drawing me up onto my toes, and the bubbly tingling sensation returned to my clit as feelings of pleasure started their inexorable spiral.

He stopped the inflation.

GOD!  I *knew* he was teasing me, but I was determined not to show how horny I was getting just yet.  I forced the hand between my legs to be still for a moment.  “Uh, I’m almost there.  What are you doing?”

“I don’t want you floating away, free on the wind.  You might rise higher and higher, getting bigger and bigger ‘til… POP!”  The final word rang through my tense, overinflated body!  POP!  The pleasure shot through me like a jolt, and it was coming right from my clit!  My hand went bananas, rubbing and squeezing my tingling clittie, and my toes left the ground briefly as my overinflated body bounced around!

Trying to keep myself grounded, I looked back to my accomplice.  Letting go of the cylinder, he reached up with the balloon, placing the neck in his mouth and pinching it shut with his lips.  He reached into another pocket and withdrew a piece of thick twine.  The giant balloon held tightly in his lips made a valiant attempt to block his view, but he managed to tie one end of the twine to the bench he was sitting on.  He stood, holding the other end, and carefully tied it around my raised foot.

Still holding my foot, he winked and lifted.  I gasped as my other foot drifted off the ground, and I felt an increased sensation of pressure pushing my clit out from my nether lips as I rose slightly in the air.  He let go, and I slowly drifted back down until my toes again touched ground.  My clit tingled incessantly, but the feeling of pressure abated.

Excited beyond reason, I knew that I somehow needed more helium for my clittle to blow up.  I pouted and thought for a moment.  I was tied down, but I could still float if he added even a tiny bit more helium to the balloon.  I just had to get him to put the balloon back on the nozzle.  I shivered in anticipation and put on my most convincing face.  “What if I want to float away?”

He took the balloon from his mouth.  “Is that what you want?”

I was about to give him an emphatic "YES!", when I realized that I had to be truthful.  There was no way around this.  I paused, not quite wanting to give away my last secret.  I glanced at the walking path, again hoping nobody was due to disturb us.  “Wanna pop,” I muttered, giving only a partial answer to his inquiry.  Even that made me blush beet red.

“Sorry, what was that?”

I looked at him, again recognizing the smirk of teasing.  I rolled my eyes.  “I want to pop.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t quite follow you.”

Oh, he was going to get it for this.  I almost stammered in embarrassment, but managed to blurt, “I want to float away and get bigger and bigger ‘til I pop like an overfilled helium balloon."  Embarrassment filled me just like the helium, adding to my feeling of lightness.  "You happy, now my secret’s out?”

“Well, frankly, no.”  He sounded hurt.  “What if I want to watch the whole process while you inflate like a gorgeous, blooming flower or a ripening fruit.  Or a dirty, overblown blow up doll.  If I let you float away I can’t watch you get bigger than ever before.  And I want to be close at hand to watch your reaction as you get closer and closer to the…” he paused.  The embarrassment swirled in my inflated body as I imagined myself inflating as he described.

“Pop,” I whispered, my already rose colored cheeks deepening into a cherry red.  

“POP!” he shouted, making me tense up with pressure!

My embarrassment must have finally been enough for him, because he turned and sat back on the park bench.  He again placed the balloon mouth over the nozzle, arranging it carefully and grasping the neck firmly.  Not one puff of gas escaped the balloon during this process, and my inflated tension stayed at its peak.  I pushed off from the ground with my big toe again, delighting in the pressure in my clit as I bobbed in the air.  I turned to him, needing more, desperation in my eyes.

His hand moved slightly and a light hissing noise filled the air.  My remaining foot lifted from the ground, hovering for a moment, as the faint hissing continued.  My clit bulged with pressure, but it stayed trapped between my lips, only moments away from swelling up into a bubble.  My foot touched the ground for a split second, the faintest brush sending me up another few inches.  I frigged myself for all I was worth; the pleasure was intense, but not *quite* enough.  I moaned in frustration.

The hissing stopped again.

I gave an uninhibited groan as my foot brushed the ground again.  My thighs scissored open and closed, stimulating my clit, trying in vain to push myself up, off the ground -- but I was just short of buoyancy!  I needed more helium to go into my ballooned body!  “Make me float!” I pleaded, unable to hold back.

He pushed on the valve again, hard.  HISSS!  Suddenly, I got what I was waiting for -- my toe left the ground, and I drifted gently upward!  My bubble-clittie bulged out from my lips, rapidly inflating into a little balloon!  I squealed with delight as my hand grasped my clit, squeezing and rubbing the exquisitely sensitive bubble.  A growing rush of pleasure spiraled through my crotch, lofting me higher off the ground, as I shamelessly groped myself in front of my lover.  I writhed in the air as my ass wobbled back and forth, fighting to float up first.  I struggled to stay upright!  It felt like I was sitting on a bubble that had gone up inside my pussy, and the more I rubbed my bubble clittie, the bigger the imaginary bubble up my pussy got!  Finally, the upward pushing was too much, and my overinflated butt flipped up in the air behind me, making me arch my back even further!  I blushed again, realizing that my own desires had inflicted this pose on me: I was floating up into the air, boobs AND butt first!

I used both hands on my clit now, rubbing and twirling the tightly growing pleasure bubble, as I rose higher and higher!  Glancing down between my boobs, I saw that I was now a good distance up in the air, level with the tree branches, and the twine was just drawing taut.  The twine!  Oh no, it's going to hold me down!  It pulled taut, and I once again reverted to my boob-first posture as my foot was held earthward.  My ballooned body bounced and tugged at the tether, but I was held down firmly.

He paused the inflation again.  “That’s as big as you were before.  I think the balloon’s got a bit more give second time round.  Do you think you can handle inflating even larger?”

Larger?  Oooh!  “YES!”  My hands flew at a frenzied pace, and the hissing returned in full force.  I grabbed my bubbled clit and SQUEEZED as the pressure made me surge with delight!  Ohmigod YES!  Horniness blossomed up my pussy as the helium fought to make my ripe balloons fly upward!  I reflexively arched my back again, sticking my butt out behind me, wishing I could float free!

The gas frustratingly slowed, then stalled, just as I was approaching my peak.  “Oh dear.  We appear to be out of gas.  What are we going to do?”

I rubbed and squeezed my clit, desperate to get off.  “Squeeze it!  Sit on it!  Pop it, please pop it!”  I looked down in between my breasts again, expecting action.

"I know."  He removed the now huge balloon from the cylinder and tied off the neck.  “Wow, it’s so tight.”

“Pop it,” I moaned.

“But I want you to get bigger.”  Oh.  Yes!  Bigger!  BIGGER!  The thought loomed in my mind, I needed to get bigger!  But there was no more gas!

He held the balloon in one hand now, by the tied off neck.  Suddenly, his hand flashed open, palm facing me!  Caught off guard, my eyes locked on the buoyant bubble as it shot up into the air!  Oh my god, he LET GO OF THE BALLOON!  My clit surged with growing pleasure, and my hands danced between my legs as the balloon flew skyward!

The rapidly rising sphere cleared my field of view, and I turned back to him, eyes still wide with surprise.  “Oooh, it’s heading straight toward that tree!  It’ll POP for sure!”

Pop!  The word resonated through my body again, and I redoubled my frantic efforts.  Oh yes, please let it pop!  I need it so bad, my boobs, my butt, my aching clit!  I need to POP!

“No, the air currents carried it clear.  Why doesn’t it look like it’s getting any higher?  Oh, I see, it’s getting BIGGER as it rises."

True to his word, my clit started inflating again!  It's getting bigger, and I'm blowing up tighter and tighter, pulling at the string harder and harder!  YES!  I feel the pleasure growing as my boobs, my butt, my clit all inflate together!  My clit is like a fully blown up balloon and I need to POP!

"Hey, I like what that’s doing to you.  Do you think you’ve got much give left in you?  You look ready to BLOW!”  I panted and moaned, twirling around my tightly inflated clit like there was no tomorrow!  But it still wasn't enough!  Again, I watched him closely, hoping for the release I so desperately needed.

He blew me a kiss and put his fingers in his ears.  Oh, that's it!  I'm going to POP, I know it!  He smiled widely, then pinched his eyes shut and turned away, protecting himself from the imminent explosion.

Something moved in the corner of my eye.  I turned, and saw the jogger from before approaching, eyes flicking between me and the now skyward balloon.  She must have watched the whole thing!  She turned to me, I couldn't hide myself, and I was playing with my ballooning clit!  I gasped as embarrassment whooshed through my helplessly bubbled body!  She grinned at me, watching my hands working frantically, my body suspended at the end of the tether, held aloft by four giant balloons.  I was too horny to stop, and she knew it!  Quickly, she ran to the string, and gave it the hardest YANK she could!

The knot tried valiantly to tug me groundward, but the strain was too much, and my foot slipped free.  Instantly, my buttocks flew up into the air behind me, and my whole body shot straight up in the air!  OH MY GOD, MY BOOBS AND BUTT ARE MAKING ME FLY UP INTO THE SKY!  My hands rubbed and squeezed at a fevered pace as my clit inflated even bigger!  I'm a horny overinflated blow up doll and I'm helplessly floating upward!  My eyes again locked on the girl's face, and my lips made an O of embarrassment!  Help me, I'm flying up into the air, ballooning up into the sky, and I can't stop!  The pressure keeps growing in my clit, and I can't stop flying higher and higher!  It feels like... like... oh YES!  It feels like I'm going to

***POP!***

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