Flirt and Flight

There’s a kind of comfort in expensive bars. For one, it’s perfect for if you need to be both alone and outgoing at the same time. After all, only the couples went to expensive places, no suitor or frat boy would bother with something so out of their league. For Julia, this was the perfect place for her current situation. She was outgoing alright, her curves alone accomplished that. Two taut breasts sat upon her chest, wider than her torso and protruding from her body by at least a foot, possibly two. Below, a tight waist flared out into an impossibly generous bubble butt, with thighs that squeaked together whenever she walked. And all of this was packed into a latex tube dress that accentuated every part of Julia’s form.

In short, she was a knockout. Too much of a knockout to be exact.

She sighed as she gazed into the half-empty wine glass in front of her. It wasn’t that she thought her beauty was a curse or something ridiculous like that, she just wished men could notice something other than the tits and ass, no matter their size. But each had been the same. A failed pick-up line about boobs followed by an invitation back to their home for a night of mindless sex. Tonight wasn’t about mindless fucking however, so Julia had soon retreated from the popular pubs to go to the higher-class bars solo, something that her income as a progniant model allowed for. She looked about, eyeing each of the couples that sat about, embroiled in their conversations. Table to table it was the same, lovebirds and newlyweds giggling and drinking the night away. Yet, as Julia got to the back corner of the place, she noticed a rare sight. A man sat at a table, completely alone. He was nursing a glass of wine along with a still nearly full bottle, looking despondent. A kindred soul perhaps? Placing a tip on the counter as she got up, Julia decided to investigate; there might be hope for this evening yet.

She sauntered across the dining room floor, swinging her hips in an exaggerated gait as was necessary for a woman her size. The lone man hadn’t looked around from his blank stare yet, the timing couldn’t have been more perfect. She positioned herself to his side, right outside his field of vision, making sure to give him a good view of her cleavage as well. Time for the test. She raised a hand to her mouth and let out an exaggerated “Ahem.”

The man turned to face Julia, but was greeted instead by two large breasts, a canyon of cleavage, and the latex dress they were stuffed into. Julia saw his gaze linger for a brief moment before he turned his eyesight upwards to her face. Not bad so far, most others hadn’t had the decency to do that. “Hello there,” Julia said, “lonely evening you’re having it looks like. Care for some company?”

He hesitated for a moment before responding. “I- well yes, I am by my lonesome out here…” The man shook his head before adding on. “Sorry, I let myself get distracted there, you have such nice hair. It compliments your dress well.”

Julia raised an eyebrow at this comment. Not staring at her tits and the first thing he genuinely complimented was her hair. At the very least, this guy was more polite than any other man she had met in a bar in the past month. As she moved to sit across from him, he continued. “To answer your question, I would appreciate your company. My name is Steve by the way.”

“I’m Julia.” she replied. “Charmed to meet you Mister Steve.” She kept an eye on Steve as she sat down, noting that his eyes never stayed on her cleavage for more than a second or so, and infrequently at that. He might be the one yet.

The two hit it off immediately. Julia learned that the reason why Steve was out here alone was that he had been stood up by a date. Apparently he had received a text of her at a party, making out with another man. This was compounded by the fact that Steve was a small-time software engineer, thus the trip to a high-end place like this had cost him quite a bit. He had even ordered a fine wine in advance, which was now being downed by him and Julia as they chatted away. The evening went along nicely, and Julia could feel herself growing to enjoy Steve’s company more and more. She could see that Steve too was enjoying her company, especially given that she had caught him staring at her tits a few times. With the wine acting as her encouragement, Julia leaned forward until her cavernous cleavage was pointing directly at Steve’s face, a smirk on her face.

Steve gazed at Julia’s smirk and the presented breasts before letting out a sigh and chuckling. “Alright, fine,” he said “let’s address the pair of elephants in the room. Those tits of yours are humongous and amazing. There I said it, you happy?”

Julia leaned back, giggling as she watched Steve blush. “Oh don’t feel bad now, they are quite prominent after all. Most men are less tactful than you when presented with them. So you got that going for you.” She noticed he was staring at her boobs again, but at the same time he seemed to be deep in thought. “What’s up?” Julia asked. “Something on your mind?”

Steve looked up at her, curiosity and modesty coloring his face. At last though he spoke up. “Well, it’s just that, aren’t those heavy? Most women half your size complain about back problems or expensive bras, but here you are swinging them around without a bra to be seen.” He sipped his wine and added, “And trust me, I can tell you’re not wearing a bra. That dress of yours leaves little to the imagination.”

For a moment, all Julia could do was mull over the nature of Steve’s question. When pressed into the topic of gloriously humongous breasts, his first question is about her comfort. That did it for Julia, this guy was certainly the genuine article, someone she could finally confide her particular gifts in. “Well to tell you the truth,” Julia responded, checking to see the other tables were embroiled in conversation, “there is a secret to them.” Steve raised an eyebrow as Julia leaned in close, smiling devilishly. “I’m an inflatable woman. These curves are full of helium.”

There was a moment of silence between the pair before Steve fell into a fit of barely suppressed giggles. Julia could only glare as for a full thirty seconds, Steve gasped and laughed at the absurdity of her statement. Wiping a tear from his eye, he looked up at Julia with a grin. “Alright, that was a pretty good punchline, I’ll admit,” he said. “I mean, inflatable. The logistics of such a thing are completely outlandish. Seriously, what’s your secret? Implants, a prosthetic maybe? They’re still great, don’t worry.”

For a moment, Julia tried best to visualize what Steve’s face might look like in the upcoming moments. Settling on a look sporting a mix of gaping jaw and arched eyebrows, she wordlessly brought her thumb up towards her mouth and blew into it. The effect was as quick as it was effective making Steve reassess his understanding of reality. Julia’s breasts pushed out, hissing faintly with gas as she blew. The pneumatic orbs stretched her dress, compressing as the material pushed back before she stopped the process. Taking a good look at Steve, she noted that she had perfectly predicted the gaping jaw and arched eyebrows.

“Now,” Julia reassured, “I didn’t actually blow air into myself like some cartoon. I actually slipped a pill onto the tip of my thumb containing the serum I made that actually inflates me. The theatrics just enforce my point.” She smiled and kneaded the sides of her ballooned boobs with her hands. “Like what you see?”

Steve managed to peel his eyes away from the pneumatic orbs and gather his thoughts. His mind raced with questions, and he couldn’t decide which to ask first. After another few moments punctuated by the squeaking of inflated tits being played with, he managed to sputter out a question. “So, does it feel good?”

Julia smiled. “Of course it does. A little bit of helium does wonders for my back and posture,” she said, leaning forward to give him a gaze into her cavernous cleavage. Steve sat staring for a few seconds more before sputtering something about going to the bathroom, and he quickly made his way to the men’s room. Leaning over the sink, he splashed cold water onto his face, trying to gather his thoughts. A woman had just inflated her breasts like balloons right in front of him, then bragged about how good it felt. Staring into the mirror, he decided then and there; he needed Julia’s phone number. Steve couldn’t just let this be a one-off thing. Strolling back out of the bathroom, Steve felt newfound confidence filling him as he approached the balloon-lady waiting at their table.

Julia eyed him as he sat back down. “Well, that was quick,” she mused. “You’re either quick to recover or quick to finish.” Steve chuckled at her innuendo as he took another sip of his wine. “Quick to recover, it’d be rude to finish when I haven’t even gotten your number.” he said. Julia took a moment to process what he had just implied before a grin spread across her face. “Oh, you want my phone number?” she asked. “Well… tell you what, meet me on the roof once you’ve finished your drink.” With a wink and a sway, she made her way to the roof access, leaving Steve to drink his wine at the pace of a man dying of thirst.

Quickly ascending the stairs with liquid courage in his stomach, Steve exited out onto the bar’s roof. The horizon was a brilliant pink and orange, the sun nearly out of sight. Julia was looking out over the street, the wind blowing through her hair. Steve took in the sight of her inflated breasts peeking out to the sides of her body as he walked to her side. “Alright, you’ve lured me up here,” he said, “what exactly did you have planned? Exciting game of chess?”

“Something better.” Julia replied. “It should start any second now.” Steve was about to ask what she meant before a faint sensation of pressure spread across his body. Something felt like it was forcing its way under his skin, something bubbly. Julia chuckled when she saw the confused look on his face. “Feeling tight there? That would be my formula at work once more, sublimating to gas as you warm it up with your body heat.” She began walking around Steve in a circle, observing his body as she explained. “You see, I spiked your wine while you were in the bathroom. Not a roofie, no this will take you far beyond any roof. Helium does that to people.”

Steve could hardly process what Julia was saying over the strange feeling in his body. He was far more concerned with the fact that there was now an incessant hissing in his ears. It accompanied a shift in his being, the pressure under his skin now seemed to focus on certain key areas, like his biceps. Gazing down at a sleeve-covered arm, Steve saw something shift ever so slightly. It took him a few seconds before he realized what had shifted.

His arm, his muscles, were inflating.

Panicky hands began exploring increasingly pneumatic flesh in a disbelieving frenzy. “What- what the hell? How is this happening to me?! Is this a joke?” he shouted at Julia, trying desperately to deny the reality of the situation. People don’t inflate. What Julia showed him at the table was a fluke. She was going to laugh, reveal the prank, and they were going to have a nice chat on the roof, no big deal. Steve tried to relax, waiting for the moment of truth.

It never came. Julia only stared back at him and smirked. “Yes, it’s happening for real. I mean, look at yourself, you’re blimping out all over!” She was right. He could feel himself pressing into his clothing as he inflated. His belt constricted his growing glutes, his sleeves bulged with massive muscles, and a tightness in his underwear made Steve’s eyes go wide. Julia strolled up to him, running a hand over tightly stretched clothing. “You might be thinking,” she said, “that there’s got to be some way to stop this. I’ll tell you right now. No.” Her hand drifted south, to his belt buckle. “There’s not a thing you or I could do to stop this wonderful transformation. And besides, ask yourself this.” With one deft motion, Steve felt Julia undo his belt buckle before plucking apart the button on his dress pants. He felt the tightness in his loins spring forth, shredding his underwear as it did so.

Julia giggled. “Do you really want this to stop.”

Steve watched as his cock bobbed up between him and Julia, blown up to three times its usual size by the helium. The buttons of his dress shirt began popping off one by one as his torso outgrew it. He kicked his pants off as they fell unsupported around his ankles, noticing that his legs seemed stiffer now that his muscles had grown so large. Indeed, Steve was starting to consider Julia’s words as he took in the sight of his body.

His pecs were so swollen they seemed almost like a pair of oblong breasts. A balloony six-pack could be felt as he traced his fingers down his body. Helium-inflated thighs and calves made Steve’s legs swollen and stiff, he could feel his mobility decreasing by the second. But hardly any of that mattered to him. Steve was solely focused on his enormous blimp of a penis, wobbling in the breeze as it stretched bigger and bigger. He didn’t consider himself sensitive of his size or anything, but his cock was sizable and it was sensitive. Moans escaped the hissing man as he explored his length with his hands. As the last of Steve’s clothes shredded off, he almost didn’t notice how his weight was shrinking away thanks to the helium. Almost.

Julia laughed out loud as Steve’s feet left the ground, making him flap his arms about in distress. She calmly strode forward and grabbed his ankle as he slowly rose, tethering him to terra firma. She took in the view from below, eyes gazing over the balloon man. The hiss of gas was beginning to subside now, and his growth was slowing. Yet with what little gas was left, Julia could see Steve’s movement become stiff and limited. His inflated muscles prevented him from flexing his limbs, rendering him less man and more muscular blow-up doll with a log between its legs. “So, how do you feel big guy?” she called up to the inflated form above her.

“Big. Can’t move much. Floating, I’m fuh-floating, oh shit it feels good, so big.” Steve’s response was shaky, muddled by the pressure pushing at him from inside. Julia stifled her urge to tease to focus on the second task at hand. With her other hand, she fished in her cleavage for the vial in the center. Pulling it out, she admired the swirling purple liquid inside before popping the cap off and swallowing it in one go. Tossing the vial aside, Julia could already feel the formula sublimating, helium pressing her breasts further into her dress. She kicked off her high heels, bouncing on her toes to test her fading weight. The helium flowed to other areas of her constricted body, ass and thighs plumping up to create a cartoonish hourglass figure.

Steve, lost in an unfamiliar world of intertwined pressure and pleasure, hardly noticed at first that Julia’s hold seemed to get strangely lighter. The air began to stir about him, running over his inflated build. He quickly realized why; he was rising into the air once again, forming a downdraft around his body. Flailing his hands as best he could in a desperate attempt to stay grounded, his panic at being left to float into the sky subsided somewhat when he felt Julia’s hands climbing along his form, along with something very warm and soft being dragged along his body.

As the back of Julia’s head and body came into view over the horizon of his inflated bulk, Steve could see what he felt. Julia too had inflated massively as he had, but the helium had clearly favored her curves. Her breasts wobbled free in the air in front of her, large enough that Steve suspected they could pass as weather balloons. Judging from the squeaking and warmth at his front, Steve suspected that Julia’s ass had received a similar treatment. She looked back at him, an arm reaching back to stimulate the nipple sitting atop his left pec. “Now that we have some alone time, I want to thank you for listening to little ol’ me tonight,” Julia said with a smirk. “So many other guys only see me for my tits, so it was refreshing to meet one who was genuine.” She rotated her body around, coming to rest horizontally in the air in front of Steve, breasts underneath her, but clearly pushing her up alongside him as they rose. “Honestly, I was afraid I wouldn’t find someone to share this with. It’s quite wonderful, don’t you think?”

All Steve could do to respond was nod. He had to admit, being an inflated balloon floating away with an unrealistically voluptuous woman while aroused out of his mind was a rather pleasant situation. Adding to this was just how damn sensitive everything felt. The wind alone was stimulating beyond belief, add onto that Julia pressing into him with her curves and Steve felt like he was in danger of cumming his brains out once he hit the peak.

Julia on the other hand had decided it was time for her to have some proper fun. With experienced and precise movements, she adjusted her position once more using Steve’s body until his cock aligned parallel to her body. She knew the enormous blimp would never fit inside of her, so instead she pushed forward, wrapping the monstrous dick in her cleavage, her pneumatic thighs squeezing around its base. Stretched skin dragged against stretched skin as Julia began to slide herself up and down Steve’s cock, grinding against it. Though she felt her own arousal quickly building as she slid back and forth, Julia knew what Steve was feeling far outstretched her. While Julia was experienced with inflation, thus allowing her body and mind to acclimate to the sensations, Steve was a complete newcomer to the experience. Already, he was shouting and moaning, his body shuddering in orgasm, though nothing escaped his pressurized cock. In contrast, Julia’s arousal was slower-building and drawn out. Her thighs clenched tighter as the heat between her legs grew.

As the two lovers rose higher in their coitus, the drop in air pressure made itself known. Their bodies expanded further, the helium inside of them fighting for equilibrium. Steve felt his musculature inflate until he couldn’t move anything but his hands and feet. His cock grew wider and longer, pressing into Julia more and more. Julia’s tits and bottom also grew, pressing back into his cock as she kept grinding, feeling her climax nearing even as Steve hit his fourth orgasm of the ordeal. With an additional surge in pressure provided by her expansion, Julia finally hit her peak, letting out a cry of pleasure as she orgasmed. Shuddering wildly for a few moments, she let herself relax, resting on Steve’s cock like a bed. Steve for his part also seemed spent for the moment, his strained vibrations easing off as he basked in the afterglow.

Julia smiled as she craned her head to look at Steve’s expanded form. “So, Mister Steve, was this everything you hoped for?”

“Y-yeah, I would say so.” Steve replied, his voice still strained with arousal. Even after all the grinding and essentially blacking out after each orgasm, Steve still felt his body tingling and throbbing with how horny he was. Helium was shaping up to be a hell of a drug.

Julia smiled as she gazed out over the landscape far below. “Well, good.” she said. “Because we still have five hours before the deflation starts. Hope your up to it.”

“F-five hours?!” he exclaimed. He thought the last fifteen minutes were intense as is, but he got to have five hours of being a blown-up, hopelessly horny balloon? He felt himself smile as Julia began pumping once more. “Alright then, but you better give me your phone number at the end of this!”