Ballooning Future

Darren was a ripped 26-year-old guy. He was crazy about balloons. So much, he even tried inflating him self some times to become as close to being a balloon as possible. He tried it with a pump, water and even with air cylinders. That things he did so often, he'd even got some growth in his inflation. He could look like he was pregnant with twins and more. He owned a old theater that he made in to a living/party place for him and his friends. He loved to inflate large balloons with helium and let them fly to the very high ceilings.

One day he gave a party among some very good friends. they where all very close and all into partying. They where having great fun and things got crazier by the minute. At one time Darren suggested doing the popular diet-coke-and-mentos experiment. The others complied. It would make lots of fun! They did it to 3 bottles, and all sprayed their contents all over the floor.

After the last one they started to get bored with it. Then Darren suggested something radical! He said, “I will drink the coke, and eat mentos after that.” Drunk as they where, everyone thought it to be a great idea.

So Darren went to the soda machine and turned on the pump for the diet coke. He guzzled away approximately 6 gallons in the 20 minutes he was busy over there at the bar. The others where amazed when they saw him waddling back with his slushing coke belly.

The responses from the table were in the order of: are you pregnant?

When he sat down his belly sloshed around and he felt big and inflated. But it felt so great! He sat for a while and laugheed with his friends about his belly.

Then one of them said, “When are you going to throw the mentos into the mix?” Darren didn't hesitate and immediately took the bowl of mentos from the table and started eating like he had not eaten for a week. He must have ate about four rolls worth of mentos before the bowl was empty.

Then all the eyes where pointed at his stomach. And........ Nothing! They all where very disappointed. But not lost for party moods, they partied on.

When they started dancing to the music, Darren stayed at the couch and smoked a very thick Havana cigar. He had too much coke to dance. He only jiggled around a bit on the beat of the music.

But then it happened. The movement started the process of the coke and mentos. He inflated like he had a explosion inside of him. He shot out to all sides and knocked over all furniture in the process. He inflated past 4--no, 5-feet and then at 8 feet everybody ran out the door, afraid that Darren would explode and they would all be charged with murdering him.

In the meantime Darren inflated to 11 feet and stopped inflating there. He lay slightly tilted backwards on the floor. Still having the big Havana in his mouth. He lay there for a while and than realized he was a giant balloon with stubby arms legs and head. He would have shouted in joy, if it was not for the cigar in his mouth. He lay there rubbing his squeaking skin and enjoying his cigar for a while and felt quite happy. Then he realized the cigar was nearing its end. And if he was inflated like a balloon the cigar would surely melt his skin like the latex on a balloon and he would pop!

He nearly panicked when he saw his own body. He realized his arms where no longer usable to take the cigar out, and spitting it out would only cause the cigar to fall on his spherical body and pop him! The panic turned over to a sense of peace when he realized he would go out with a bang, inflated as big as he could get and smoking his favorite cigar.

Only after 20 minutes one of the guys named Steve dared to come back and have a look. The rest all went home, not thinking of Darren anymore. He looked around the corner carefully, and saw Darren lying there. In a blink of an eye he saw the cigar was about to burn a hole in Darren and pop him. The next split second he decided what to do. He took a sprint leaped and threw his heavy muscular body into Darren’s inflated spherical body. The impact caused such a rush of air in Darren that he spit the cigar to the other side of the room. He was safe for now.

Steve stood in amazement near Darren, just looking at him and admiring him. He was so very aroused that he did not even bother about the big bulge in his shorts. Darren was very grateful towards Steve but asked him not to tell anybody what happened. Steve got a sparkle in his eye and said, “Ok, but from now on, you’re my balloonboy, don't forget it!”

Darren did not consider having a boyfriend before, but realized that would be the top of the achievable! A muscular hunk with a balloon fetish! He complied and said he would LOVE to. “Say, Darren,” said Steve, “do you mind me doing it to you in this state?”

Darren said, “No problem, go ahead. I would love you taking me and do it.”

Steve carefully climbed on top of the gigantic Darren and started caressing Darren’s latex-like, squeaky skin. He got so aroused by it, he could hardly hold on till he was going at it. He took his member out of his shorts and did his thing. Within a minute he started moaning, and Darren squeaked like crazy. It did not take Steve long before he sprayed all over the inside of Darren.

Steve lay exhausted on top of Darren and fell a sleep for a while. When he woke up, he noticed he had sunk much more in to the spherical Darren than before. He woke him up, and Darren said he felt a bit deflated too. They found out that Darren would deflate in the hours after deflation. But that was not the meaning for now. Steve slid of Darren and walked to a corner. He grabbed a helium bottle and a hose he saw standing there before. Darren saw what he got and nearly cried from joy. Steve inserted the hose into Darren, and turned open the bottle.

After nearly the entire bottle was in, Steve lost his grip on Darren and he went up to the ceiling. Pulling out the hose, Steve closed the bottle and looked at the even-bigger-than-before Darren, dangling between the

other balloons against the ceiling . Darren's member nearly was at exploding point and he moaned in happiness. Steve could not do anything with him at that

height. So he shouted to Darren and asked him if he would like to stay there or what else he could do for him. Darren just wanted to "hang around." So Steve looked around to see where the bed was so he could grab some sleep. He found it in the corner of the large open plan theater/house. Then he wished Darren good night and went to Darren’s bed.

That night Darren was so aroused, he came several times just by touching his balloon-like skin. After about 3 hours Steve felt a light touch at his bare skin, and turned over to see what it was. He saw a largely deflated sleeping Darren hovering above him. He came down from the ceiling while he slowly deflated, and now bounced lightly from every surface he touched.

Steve carefully picked up the Darren balloon, and rolled him to the other side of the double bed. He was all soft now, not tight anymore like he was before. Then Steve turned over and fell asleep.

The next morning Darren had shrunk to about an xxxl size. He was still visibly enjoying himself with being large. He simply loved being a balloon.

Then Steve turned around and asked him, “Would you be my balloon boy from now on? I'll inflate you, and take care of you.”

Darren was astonished. He could only cry out: “YES!”

Then Steve asked if he would like to be big a balloon guy the rest of the day. Darren complied. So Steve took Darren’s member and started blowing. The rush of his warm breath filling Darren’s body was amazing. He enjoyed every second of the inflation. Steve was probably blowing for half an hour when he stopped and had a look at Darren. He was enormous again. Close to 150 inches. He said that he would blow some more and then they could have a go at it again.

But when Steve started to blow, he inhaled wrong. And Darren deflated into Steve. Steve was never inflated before, so he was not as flexible as Darren was. So when Darren was back to nearly his own size, the ballooned Steve was near the bursting point. He did not even dare to take a deep breath, afraid that he would burst. Darren saw his chance, and quickly inflated a smaller balloon up Steve's butt. That way he could not deflate. Steve was very curious what Darren was up to. But was enjoying his sudden inflation so much, that he could not care any less.

Then Darren took a air bottle with enough air in it to inflate him to the size Steve was by now. He emptied it in to his own body while he lay next to Steve. When he inflated, he had still some control left. Of course, he was not so tight as Steve. He inflated much bigger in the past, so he had some stretch left. Then he said to Steve, “So who's the balloon now?”

Steve euphorically said he was, and Darren replied, “No, we’re both!” Then Darren took his ballooned member and carefully slid it in to Steve's butt. The balloon member entering the balloon-butt made an unbelievably nice and loud squeaking sound, which was heard with every move of the two giant balloons. The 2 balloons had heavy action all night. Their inflated state made every touch and thrust feel a million times better than normal. So they kept at it. The balloons would be partners for ever, doing all inflation tricks ever imagined.