Balloon Roulette

or, Who Wants to Get Popped Off the Island?

BOOM!

Jake peeled the rubbery fragments from his face while Darcy laughed. Jake's best friend Dennis had just inflated like a balloon and burst--which would have shocked Jake more if Dennis hadn't been the third person in the last fifteen minutes to pick a losing card, swallow one of the skyblue pills on the table, and then inflate like a blimp until they exploded.

As far as Jake could tell, the inflation was painless--even pleasurable, if Dennis' expression was anything to go by. The victims seemed to be hollowed out as the process ensued, until they became a complete rubber ball just before they popped. If the police broke in on them, there would be no evidence of a deadly Roulette game. Just people playing cards and popping balloons.

"Sorry about your friend," said Darcy, clearly not that upset. "Your turn to deal," she said as she lit another cigarette. She crossed her legs, yet again showing off the fact that she wore no panties under her cheerleader outfit.

Jake had always hated her ever since their freshman year in college. The tanned, fit, nicely rounded, short-haired brunette was a user. She had suggested this death game, even though she was already rich: the vast plurality of the $1.8 million jackpot was hers. So why was she participating? Jake guessed the answer: She was a sick bitch looking for kicks.

Jake looked over the survivors as he dealt. Five survivors, three more pills. Even split two ways, the $1.8 mil wasn't chump change. Jake hoped that he and Amber would be the two survivors. Amber was a wonderfully built blonde in Darcy's cheerleading squad, and Jake could easily picture them making out on a pile of dough with Darcy's scattered remains all around them.

He dealt to Darcy and Amber, and then to Gerry--a creepy guy in his 40's--and then to Lilly, the mousy, four-eyed, librarian-looking chick. Lilly looked the most nervous. Jake wondered if he believed her when she mentioned that she "would be dead anyway" if she didn't win money for her operation. Now it seemed she was less sure about her decision to join the game.

They turned over their cards. Lilly: A queen. Jake: a ten. Gerry: Another 10. Darcy: a jack. Amber: an eight. Jake inwardly cursed at Amber's luck. But better her than him.

Never much for words, Amber said, "Crap," before removing her chewing gum and swallowing one of the sky-blue pills.

Jake was disappointed too; Amber was a great piece of ass. Darcy seemed less concerned. They watched as Amber got up from the table and walked to the center of the room. She'd need a lot of space.

Her stomach inflated first, puffing out like a sudden pregnancy. But that was quickly followed by chest and her breasts, her thin white blouse quickly ripping to shreds as they expanded like balloons. Her tight blue jeans were next, tearing apart as her torso and legs inflated. Her naked body swelled and swelled, becoming rounder and fuller like a ball. She grew bigger. And bigger. And bigger...

"God, she's so big!" said Gerry, who unzipped his pants and began jacking off. Jake was so disgusted, he turned away. But Darcy just beamed. "She IS getting pretty big, isn't she, Gerry? And she's still getting bigger! Just like a balloon! I think she's going to pop soon!" Darcy stood up and approached her inflating friend. She began rubbing Amber's inflated breasts, each one bigger than a beach ball and still expanding. "You'd like to have these huge tits, wouldn't you, Gerry?" He grunted his agreement. Darcy then hugged Amber's round, swelling midsection, which pushed Darcy slowly back as it grew and grew. "Look, Gerry! She's so round! She's so big! You know she's going to pop, don't you? You'd like to see her pop, right?" Gerry was too busy to talk. Amber's breasts and extremities were soon absorbed into the expanding ball of her body. And she kept inflating rounder and fuller. Darcy rubbed Amber's tight skin, stretched so thin it was gossamer. "Well, it's about to happen! She's really going to pop... She's going to pop... She's going to POP!"

Darcy backed away and covered her ears. Amber, no longer recognizable as anything but a giant balloon, kept right on expanding and growing and inflating until... BANG! Darcy clapped as her friend's remnants showered the room, while Gerry spunked on the carpet.

Jake shook his head. Bad enough he had to watch Amber (and not Darcy) blow up and burst, but now he had to watch these assholes revel in it.

Darcy took another drag on her cigarette. "My turn to deal," she announced, and rapidly shuffled and dealt. Something caught Jake's eye as she dealt, but he figured he imagined it. And then he prayed that Darcy would get the losing card.

DAMN! Darcy dealt an ace. Lilly: a nine. Jake: a five (Whoops!). Gerry: a four. Jake quietly sighed. That was just too damn close.

"Oh, well," said Gerry, and almost eagerly swallowed the next pill. He didn't seem all that sorry that he was next to go--and no one else seemed all that sorry, either.

Gerry barely made it to the center of the room before it began. "Whoa," he said as his chest puffed out like a frog's. His arms and legs bulged just before his body, becoming larger and rounder, began to absorb his extremities. His clothes began to shred as he continued expanding, but he never stopped smiling. "This is better than money!" he shouted to the group, happily watching his body inflate bigger and bigger.

"Oh, Gerry, you're so big!" Darcy cheered him on. She held her cigarette between her lips as she used one hand to pull up her skirt--and the other hand to rub her crotch. "Bigger, Gerry! Get bigger! Now pop for mommy! Burst like the good balloon boy that you are!"

Jake couldn't believe this crap. He shook his head and looked away.

Gerry looked down at Darcy. He had swollen to the size of a weather balloon, but he kept on growing ... and growing ... and growing! "I'll pop for you, Darcy!" he assured her. "I'm going to pop, and I can't wait! I can't wait till I burst! I'm going--"

BANG!! The burst came surprisingly fast. Jake looked over at where Gerry had been, seeing scattered remains of the man but also something else: Gerry had burst far sooner than anyone else. In fact, he hadn't completely inflated, and his severed hands and feet lay uninflated on the floor. Darcy was doubled over with laughter. "What the hell happened?" asked Jake. "Why did he pop when he wasn't full?"

When Darcy spoke, it was through gasping laughter. "He said he couldn't wait to burst," she giggled. "So I popped him with this!" She held up her lit cigarette.

"You sick bitch!" Jake yelled at her, but she just laughed and laughed. He waited until she settled down before observing, "Funny how you got the highest card the last two rounds."

She wiped her eyes, tearing from the hilarity. "Yes, isn't it funny?" She smiled broadly.

So that was it, Jake thought. The bitch had cheated, and Gerry paid the price--not that Gerry seemed to mind, but his death was more gruesome than it needed to be. Jake stared at Darcy in silent fury. God, did he want to see her pop!

He imaged the smirk being wiped off her face as her chest expanded, and the realization came to her that she was on an unstoppable, inevitable ride to the Balloon Graveyard. She wouldn't be laughing when her breasts expanded far bigger than she could ever handle them, until her top was ripped apart by her swelling balloons. Her hips and ass would no longer be so petite--in fact, they'd puff up and up and up, easily ripping off her mini-skirt. Would she beg for help as she grew rounder and fuller, her body becoming a perfectly tanned, perfectly round balloon? Would she panic as she felt her body rapidly inflate and distend, approaching ever closer to the breaking point? Yes, Jake would just smile as she grew and grew and grew, nothing but an expanding ball that stretched thinner as it got bigger and bigger ... until ... until...!

"Jake?" Darcy asked, snapping him out of his reverie. "Whatcha looking at?" She pulled up her skirt again, exposing her wet box. "You like this?" Then she pulled up her top, exposing her large tanned breasts with erect nipples pointing right at him. "Or these?"

Jake did like them, but said instead, "Let's finish this." He handed the cards to Lilly. "She deals."

Lilly, pale and trembling, couldn't lift the cards, much less deal. Jake had to deal for her. Lilly's eyes focused on the last sky-blue pill. "There's only a 1-in-3 chance you'll have to take that," he reminded her. She nodded but seemed unconsoled. Jake dealt the cards, and Darcy flipped hers over without hesitation... It was a six! Jake could hardly believe it! It was the lowest card she'd dealt all evening. For the first time, he saw Darcy lose some of her swagger. He was going to watch that bitch POP!

But it wasn't to be. Lilly's eyes welled up with tears as she exposed her card. It was a three.

"YES!" Darcy threw up her hands in victory.

Jake fumed at the injustice. Either he or Lilly was going to have to take that last pill, while Darcy got away scot-free--and slightly richer, to boot. Lilly choked back sobs.

Darcy sat back and smirked at Jake. "Frankly, I don't care which one of you pops," she admitted, "but Jake, it would make my week if you're holding a two!" "I'll bet it would," said Jake, and he looked at his card.

His face was expressionless.

He turned the card face-down on the table.

He looked at the smirking Darcy, hating her more than ever. Then he looked at the pale, teary-eyed Lilly. This had to be the worst possible outcome.

"Darcy, I want you to know that I've always hated you." He turned to Lilly. "After you get your operation, do me a favor and kill this whore, will you?" With that, Jake promptly snatched the last pill off the table and swallowed it.

"Oh God YES!" Darcy shouted orgasmically. Her eyes lit up as Jake stood up from the table and waited. He didn't wait long before his chest began expanding. Darcy laughed and clapped as his body filled out, his arms pointing outward as he became more ball-shaped. His face was impassive as he felt himself swell bigger and bigger ... and bigger ... and bigger...

Darcy jumped up and began a perverse victory dance. "Gimme a P! Gimme an O! Gimme a P! What does it spell?" She dropped to the floor, doing the splits as she pointed to Jake, who had inflated so large that his head was nearing the ceiling. "It spells POP! Pop, pop, POP!"

"F-fuck... you ... bitch!" Jake pushed out between his swollen lips just before his head spread out, becoming one with the swelling globe that used to be a human body.

"You're the one who's fucked," said Darcy, flipping him her middle finger.

But Jake was beyond noticing, having swelled into a perfect sphere that spread out larger and larger, swelling and swelling until...

KABLAMMMM!!!!

Darcy fell on her back, laughing as she caught parts of Jake's flying fragments.

Lilly didn't share Darcy's enthusiasm, even though she had just won nearly a million dollars. Better yet, she had survived and could even afford her operation. But she just stared thoughtfully as Jake's card, which still faced downward.

She turned it over. It was a king. He had held the winning card.