The Bus Stop Pt. 2: Useless Lesbians
Wayne had been in some odd situations in his lifetime, that much was certain. Being inflated like a balloon, carried home like a cheap toy, tied down to a balcony railing and left to float in the breeze, however, certainly took the cake in his opinion. Even now the sensations of both the air swirling around inside him and the pressure it brought as well as the feeling of every cold winter breeze magnified against his taut, sensitive skin still felt indescribably alien to him. Not helping matters was the other balloon-man tied down just a few feet away, the wind occasionally sending the two of them into each other, both of them wincing out of embarrassment and sudden increase in sensation as they collided with a hollow bwoomph before bouncing around on their strings for a little bit in the aftermath before losing momentum and returning to buoyant equilibrium. And yet, despite their helpless predicament, the two women responsible for getting them into it in the first place continued to ignore them, the two of them lounging on the sofa just behind the balcony door, seemingly ignorant of the two balloons just outside.
Sylvia, meanwhile, found herself in a similarly strange situation. Just a few hours ago the idea of blowing another human being up like some sort of balloon was something she wouldn’t even have given enough conscious thought to consider physically possible, let alone enjoyable, and now she was being given the impression that it was not only possible, but it was as ordinary a thing for a girl to do for fun as stay at home watching sappy 2000s comedies while under several blankets. That said, she had to admit that Marie did make it sound pretty fun.
“God, this is fucking wild. I’m still not over the fact that this is just a thing, like what the fuck?” She said, laughing both incredulously and in genuine glee.
“I know, right?” Marie replied, in an equally raucous fit of laughter. “It seems so alien but once you’ve done it once or twice you’ll be getting through guys like it’s nothing.”
“GOD that’s another thing! just popping guys like it’s no big deal! What happens when you run into a guy you really like?”
“Oh, that’s when you really get to have some fun with it. I mean, I’m pan anyway so it’s not like-”
“Oh shit, for real? Same, nice one” Sylvia suddenly interjected. Giving her newfound friend a hi-five.
“God, you had me worried for a second there.” Marie said with an exasperated sigh. “Sorry, I’m too used to dealing with people either not even knowing what pansexual means or just dismissing it outright.” She continued, glancing down in annoyance at past memories of dates that went less-than-desirably to say the least.
“Oh yeah, I totally get that. I’ve not had to deal with it as much but I totally empathise.” Sylvia replied as she placed a comforting hand on Marie’s thigh, the darker-clothed of the two girls giving her an appreciative smile.
“But yeah, I prefer girls anyway so it’s not much of an issue. That said, there was this one guy who was just really fuckin’ cute. I kept him as a makeshift air mattress for about a week or two. Ended up accidentally popping him during a particularly intense dream; not exactly the most pleasant wake-up I’ve had.” Marie said sheepishly, prompting an even bigger giggling fit from the pair. The moment soon passed, and the two of them simply relaxed for a moment, simply enjoying the company of a friend on a cozy night in.
“Y’know… They’re not the only ones that can inflate~”
“Wait what”
“Yeah, I never mentioned it before but this is a 2-way street; girls are just as inflatable as boys are.”
At this information, Sylvia couldn’t help but panic a little bit. Had she been set up for a similar fate so her now-ex boyfriend? Was this all planned as some kind of twisted bait-and-retribution plan by a mystery girl she thought she could consider a friend? All the same, she tried to play it cool, hoping to buy some time while she formulated an exit strategy.
“Oh, really? That’s, uh, pretty cool.” She said, eyes darting around as she tried to make a note of where the doors were, determine what nearby object would make the best improvised weapon and determine the viability of climbing down the balcony all in the same instant.
“Wait, are you- OH. OHHHHHH.” Marie began, realising how badly things had gone awry and instantly switching onto the defensive. “Nooooononononono it’s nothing like that! girls actually enjoy it! Really!”
“Wait,for real?” Sylvia asked with a hint of suspicion, not quite wanting to let her guard down just yet, but intrigued by the prospect.
“Oh yeah, for real. Your skin gets super sensitive as it stretches, which also happens to boys, but for them it’s mostly just uncomfortable, while with us it’s more in a, like, pleasurable way, I guess? Iunno how to explain it, but it like turns your entire body into one big erogenous zone. Oh, and it’s super relaxing too; sometimes when I’m having trouble sleeping I’ll just get myself all big n’ poofy and let myself drift around the room.” Marie explained, spreading her arms wide for emphasis on her sizes reached during such restless evenings.
“Mmmm, I could really go for some of that.” Sylvia replied, her voice trailing off as her thoughts idly turned back to any one of many, many sleepless nights spent fruitlessly tossing and turning, trying to get any rest at all..
“I mean, I could always give you a demonstration, if you wanted~” Marie taking her own turn to place a hand on Sylvia’s thigh.
“Oh yeah, that’d be cool. Might try it by myself though, iunno.” Sylvia said idly, checking something on her phone. Marie simply stared ahead in disbelief, blinking once or twice, before resolving to give it another go.
“I mean... I’d love to help make sure your first time is as comfortable as possible.” Marie said, leaning so heavily on the implication that it's a wonder it didn't topple over entirely.
“Yeah, if you’ve got any tips or anything that’d be great. Hey, you wanna get something to eat? I could go for a pizza right now.” Marie was in disbelief already but by this point her jaw was practically hanging open. After a moment of silence, she shook her head and decided that, given the events that had taken place so far this evening it was probably appropriate to throw the concept of subtlety out entirely.
“God, you’re even more of a useless lesbian than me, c’mere you.” Marie said flatly, grabbing Sylvia’s cheeks and turning her head so the two were facing.
“Huh, wha-mmph!” Sylvia was about to give some kind of reply, finally paying attention, before she found herself in a deep kiss, relaxing momentarily before remembering the sort of thing that’s been happening to people who’ve gotten kissed this evening. The realisation came just a little too late however, as before she could mount any kind of resistance she heard a familiar hissing sound and felt air starting to rush into her mouth and down her throat. Any thoughts of resistance, however, were quickly quashed by the newfound sensations rushing over her. Her body felt taut, but not uncomfortably so; like the satisfaction of a good, hearty stretch first thing in the morning, but consistently and all over her body. This effect magnified as she glanced down and noticed the main effect of Marie’s blowing begin to manifest itself: Slowly but surely, her belly pulled taut, then bulged out, and then slowly began to swell into a larger and larger sphere.
It didn’t feel at all forceful, the pressure simply coaxing her curves outward, suggesting her growth from woman to balloon. Indeed, even at the source, Marie’s kiss and gentle-yet-consistent rhythm suggested an experienced and delicate touch, more like an actual kiss than the manner in which Sylvia had inflated her boyfriend earlier. At the same time, this tenderness from Marie was manifesting itself in other areas, at first gripping Sylvia’s hand when she showed signs of discomfort, and then letting go once Sylvia got used to the sensations and her breasts and rear began to expand as well, allowing the newly-inflated girl to explore her newfound body to her heart’s content. All of this combined made Sylvia simply melt into Marie’s embrace, feeling her clothes tighten in some areas and begin to give way in others. She groaned softly and wrapped an arm around the back of Marie’s head as she leaned back onto the arm of the sofa, pulling her inflator down on top of her. The two gasped in unison; Marie in surprise at the sudden change in orientation and angle and Sylvia in surprised delight at the pressure of supporting a whole person with just her pneumatic tummy. The overwhelming sensations in this moment provided a good enough reason for Marie to pause her inflation, pulling away from the kiss and simply staring her friend in the face for a moment, both of them taking a second to come down.
“.........fuck” Sylvia broke the silence, prompting breathless giggles from the both of them.
“Told you, didn’t I?”
“just……fuck!”
“You feel like going for round 2?”
“Well… before we get too carried away, we do still have 2 balloons out there waiting for us.”
“Huh? O-Oh, Right!” Marie said, quickly sitting up as she realised she’d completely forgotten about the 2 boys. “Yeah, we probably should do something about that, shouldn’t we?”
“Am I even gonna fit through the door?”
“I mean, we got both of them through no problem soooooo...”
“Oh… oh yeah.” Sylvia said, pausing for a moment to reflect on her momentary lapse of thought. “After you?”
“Certainly~” Marie opened the balcony door with an overly dramatic flourish, causing Sylvia to giggle a little bit.
“Wait, but what about… this?” Sylvia said, gesturing to her almost yoga-ball sized tummy and proportionally large boobs that her shirt had long since given up on trying to fully cover.
“Oh, let ‘em see, it’s more fun that way~“ Marie said with a wink before the two of them headed out onto the balcony. The uninflated of the two girls wasted no time in untying her balloon boy from the railing and pulling him down to eye level. “Well, I’ve had some fun with you but right now I’ve got girly stuff to go and do soooooooo… byebye~“ She said with a devious giggle before casually letting go of the string. The two girls briefly got a flash of his eyes widening in surprise and a shocked “mmmph!” from his puffy, swollen-shut mouth as he began to ascend untethered, Marie giving him a cheeky little wave as he cleared the roof of the house and unceremoniously ascended into the night sky to eventually pop like an errant balloon in the atmosphere.
Wayne, for his part, looked equally as surprised and fearful as he watched his fellow balloon float up past him out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t have much time to take in the ramifications of what he just saw before he felt a tug on his own string yanking him down, the sensations magnified thanks to his more, shall we say, sensitive anchor point. And before he knew it, his girlfriend was staring him down, her devious facial expression just barely visible behind her massively inflated torso.
“Welp, we had some good times. Had being the operative word here.” Sylvia said rather matter-of-factly, holding him with a hand on either side like a balloon. “Your friend got off pretty casually, but I feel like going with something a little bit more… “involved.” I can’t say I’ve ever popped a man before, here’s hoping it’s as fun as I’m told~” Wayne barely had time to processed the phrase “popped a man” before he felt the familiar feeling of lips pressed firmly against his and air rushing into his body. The hissing sound was more hollow than before, echoing in his nearly-full body, which was rapidly going from nearly-full to actually-full. Sylvia, for her part, delighted in feeling his balloon-like skin gradually lose give, her hands pressing into him less and less until eventually he was drum tight. They could both sense that he was near bursting point; one dreaded it, and the other delighted in it. Sylvia broke the kiss one final time, gave her boyfriend a mocking wave goodbye, and then pressed her lips to his once again with one last, powerful puff to send Wayne past the point of no return.
The sound of Wayne popping rang out across the landscape, followed by a brief moment of silence before Sylvia could contain herself no longer, and moaned in unabashed ecstasy. The thrill of disposing of her boyfriend like a toy; of feeling him suddenly vanish from between her hands and watching a light shower of rubbery bits gently rain down like confetti, it was all so overwhelmingly wonderful. She gripped the handrail in front of her, desperately trying to steady herself as she came down off the high. She wasn’t exactly a spiritual girl, but between this and the pleasure of her own inflation she felt absolutely heavenly. This absorption in her own little world of pleasure was only broken by a familiar voice whispering in her ear.
“So, how about that round 2~?”