Birth of a Balloon

or, I Married a Balloon

Kurt hoped his wife Marissa wouldn't notice that he wasn't listening to her talk about her day. And he tried not to be obvious as he glanced over at a nearby table, where a slender redhead and a very pregnant blonde sat eating their lunches. The blonde, strange as it was, was distracting him from his wife's monologue. She was clearly an attractive woman--no wonder she got knocked up, he thought--but what really surprised him was how he was reacting to her blouse.

Actually, it was hardly a blouse at all. It covered virtually nothing of her top half: It was just a strap of cloth that barely covered the tips of her perfect, ample breasts, and did nothing at all to cover her round, golden, distended belly. Kurt was old enough to remember the days when women covered up their pregnancies instead of showing it off to the world. What a hussy! Does she think she's sexy, with her bloated belly sticking out, so large, so round, so curvy, like a balloon was blowing up inside her?

"I feel like a balloon is blowing up inside me," the blonde said at that moment. "I never think I can get bigger, but I do. Bigger and bigger and bigger!"

Kurt swallowed and nodded at his wife, whose words he had completely allowed to fade into the background.

"Here, feel it," said the blonde to her hot red-headed friend. "Feel how big I'm getting! I'm just like a balloon!"

Oh, god, don't, Kurt thought.

But the redhead did it. She put her hand on her friend's abdomen, running her hand over the distended skin, rubbing the exposed, curvaceous ball that protruded from the blonde's would-be blouse.

Kurt breathed in deep, feeling himself stiffen.

"See?" said the blonde. "See how big I'm getting? Like a balloon. Just like a BALLOON!"

Kurt crossed his legs. He trembled slightly.

The redhead asked the blonde, "So when are you going to pop?"

"Oh, I'm going to POP soon," answered the blonde. "The doctor thinks I'll POP in a couple of weeks or so. Of course, I felt about to POP many times! Maybe I'll POP when I finish this salad!"

(Would she PLEASE stop saying "POP"?!?!)

"I thought I'd get out of shape, but so far it's just my belly," said the blonde casually, and laughed. "Well, except for the fact that my breasts grew two cup sizes!"

Kurt punched the table loudly in frustration, shaking the table and causing the silverware to clang on the tabletop. All conversation in the restaurant stopped dead.

That included his wife, who froze in mid-sentence to finally notice her husband, whose look she recognized. THAT look: He was horny. Bad, crazy horny. She turned her head to notice the blonde and redhead looking over at the disturbance Kurt had caused. She caught the blonde's eye, turned red and looked down.

"Cheque, please!" said the blonde, and she and the redhead were quickly gone.

Marissa glared at her husband. Kurt knew he'd be handling this erection himself tonight.

Marissa slammed the door behind her, nearly smashing Kurt in the nose. He opened the door gingerly to see Marissa fuming on the couch. He hated to admit it, but his wife looked gorgeous when she was mad. When she pouted with her pretty, lightly freckled face, it turned him on. Her wavy blond hair sat raggedly but attractively on her strong shoulders, her tightly packaged ass sagging seductively into the couch cushions...

Then Kurt remembered that it was his impulse control that got him into this jam in the first place. "Look," said Kurt, "I'm sorry, honey! I didn't plan for that to happen!"

"I've never been so humiliated!" said Marissa.

Neither have I, Kurt thought. But I kind of liked it. He decided to keep those thoughts to himself. "Really, babe, I never had that happen before!"

"You get turned on by pregnant women?" Marissa continued incredulously. "Is that how you'd like me? My gut hanging out like I was a balloon?"

Kurt thought very carefully about his answer. For about half a second. "Would you do it?" He slapped a hand over his mouth.

She spun around. "I'm not getting knocked up so you can play with my tummy for nine months."

"No, no, of course not, darling," he said, sitting next to her on the couch. "I love you just the way you are." He put his hand on her midsection.

"You're thinking about it, aren't you?" she asked.

Kurt bit his lip. "Um... no?"

Marissa let out an exasperated noise and bolted from the couch and out the door.

Kurt slapped the cushions. "Guess I'll be sleeping here tonight."

But a minute later, the door opened again, and Marissa came back into the house, holding a tire pump she took from the garage. She knelt down on the soft, shaggy rug in front of the fireplace, one on which they made love often when they were single and when they were newlyweds. It brought back many happy orgasms…Memories! It brought back happy memories!

"Here," said Marissa, holding out the pump. "Do it!"

"Uh, do what?"

"Don't be coy!" She set down the pump and ripped open the bottom buttons of her blouse, exposing her toned, flat belly. She presented it to Kurt like a Christmas present. "Go ahead! Blow me up!"

"Are you sure you--?"

"Shut up and inflate me!"

"Right!" Kurt pounced off the couch, snatched up the pump and stared into the face of his gorgeous blonde wife. The hard-on that he had lost in the car ride home was back again with a vengeance. "So, uh, here goes!" He took the hose and delicately put it in her inviting, full-lipped mouth.

And then he pumped. Marissa's eyebrows shot up, her cheeks puffed out, and she let out a "mmph!"

"You okay?" Kurt asked.

She nodded and took out the hose. "That caught me by surprise. It was so forceful. It felt kind of good, though." A smile crept across her face. "Do it again. Do it harder!" She replaced the hose.

Kurt pumped again. Her eyes widened again but she smiled, giving him the assurance to pump again. And again. And again. She closed her eyes in pleasure as the hair was forced down into her stomach.

Kurt looked down and stared with amazement as his wife's belly bulged out from her torn blouse. The bulge got noticeably bigger with every pump, and he pumped her more, and more, and pumped her even more. "Oh, god," he said, stopping a moment to stroke her bulging belly.

She watched him and laughed, still holding the hose in her teeth. "Bigger!" she said through the hose.

Kurt set the pump on the floor so he could pump with one hand and feel her belly with the other. She bulged out farther and farther, the skin stretching more and more taut as she ballooned outward more and more. He pumped a little faster, catching his wife's smile before watching her grow out and out.

He continued stroking her belly as it expanded, rubbing his hand over that luscious curve, feeling it expand sensually under his palm. He pumped, she grew, he pumped some more, and she grew even more. He became entranced by the swelling, swelling, swelling of her midsection. She looked about as pregnant as the blonde in the restaurant.

"Am I big enough yet?" Marissa asked, a twinkle in her eyes.

"Oh, no," Kurt answered. "I'm going to make you a lot bigger."

She giggled. "Just don't pop me!" They both laughed.

But he continued pumping, pumping, pumping. He pumped faster, harder, pumping ceaselessly for several long minutes. Marissa's bulge became tremendous, far larger than any pregnant women ever got. Her belly was now over twice as wide as her entire body, the globular mound extending beyond her arm's farthest reach.

"Ooh," Marissa moaned lightly. "Am I big enough YET?"

"No, god, no." Kurt pumped and pumped. She got bigger, so much bigger.

Marissa's eyes were completely closed now, her head craned slightly back as her skin grew tighter, the pressure causing her to turn increasingly reddish. Kurt could not believe how big she had become. And he still wanted her bigger. So he pumped so more. And more.

"Mmm, I can barely see you," said Marissa, through half-opened eyes. "Just how big were you planning to make me?"

Kurt didn't answer. Instead, he pressed his whole body against her, pushing her back against the wall, feeling her entire belly all over his body.

Marissa, surprised but not frightened by the sudden lunge, said, "Mmmm!" again, and settled back against the wall.

Kurt kissed the expanding mound that was her belly, running his free arm over the swelling bulge. Caressing it. Feeling the pressure as it pushed against his own body, seeking to push him back but failing. The pressure inside his wife was so intense, it was increasingly difficult to pump her with any more air. He grabbed the pump with both hands now, leaning into her as he pumped even faster.

Marissa's eyes shot open again, for this time she felt something different. The air was looking for other places to expand, Kurt's body keeping her belly from bloating further, and now her breasts were getting larger as well. She giggled at first, seeing her breasts tear through what remained of her shirt, each growing like toy balloons. Kurt kept pumping and...

SNAP! Marissa's bra snapped off, her giant, enlarging breasts free to grow and grow.

"Oh, god, Kurt, I think that's enough," she murmured over the hose.

"Shhh," he told her gently. "You're going to be so big. It's going to be so beautiful!"

He kept pumping, pumping, pumping, feeling her grow into him, her oversized breasts pushing into his face.

"Mmmm, Kurt? I think I'm big enough."

"You'll never be big enough," he whispered. "Never." He pumped more, this time pressing his face hard into her expanding breasts, and she let out another "Mmmph!"

He pulled back to stare in amazement at what was happening. Her sides were billowing out as well! It was too much! He pumped faster, faster, watching all of her blow up bigger, filling out all over like an inflatable doll.

But if she had been a doll, she would have burst from overinflation by now. Her body was plump all over; even her freckled cheeks were twice as large as humanly possible. Her face was beet red, and she tried to spit out the hose. She found that she couldn't--the hose too far into her inflated face to be easily removed. She tried craning back her head to let it drop out, but she realized that she had little neck left, her body becoming so round that it was almost a complete ball under her chin. "Murt! Me-muff!"

Despite her muffled protests, Kurt hadn't had enough. "Oh, no, dear," he told her, stepping back to admire the human balloon that was now his wife. "I think you're beautiful--just the way you are!" He rubbed his hand over her round body again.

And then he raised the handle on the pump again.

Marissa tried to shake her head "no," but Kurt pushed the handle down again, and she pumped up farther. "Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!" she pleaded.

But Kurt kept pumping until her arms, legs, and midsection all disappeared, pumping her so full that she was a ball, a huge, beautiful blonde balloon ball, so round and smooth. He tilted her forward a bit, so he could use one hand to hold the hose firmly in her mouth, while the other hand pumped her, pumped her, pumped her up fuller…

It went on for several glorious minutes, as Kurt watched Marissa inflate like a tire. Like a balloon. Like a blimp!

When Kurt's arm finally tired, Marissa was gigantic, filling up much of the living room, a circular blonde whose rounded body nearly touched the ceiling.

"God! Look at you! You look like you could pop at any second!"

Marissa made a few more muffled noises from her puffy cheeks.

Kurt took several moments to run his hands over her giant inflated balloon body. So round and perfect, like the pregnant belly he saw that day. But this was going to end differently. He was not going to be frustrated this time.

"Are you about to pop, dear?" he asked. He unzipped his fly. "Well, so am I. Who will pop first, do you think?" He gently began pumping her with one hand while he pumped himself with the other.

"Mmmph! Mmm-mmph!" Marissa muttered, but her protests couldn't stop herself from growing larger and larger, swelling and swelling even bigger.

Kurt pumped faster. And he pumped himself faster.

"If I pop first, I'll stop pumping," he told her, still pumping her while stroking himself. "But if I don't…!"

She was now touching the ceiling, her round body now morphing with the corners of the room, as her body sought out more places to fill. Still he pumped more and more…

"Mmmmmmph!" she cried as she reached her absolute limit, the air not making her bigger, but instead making her more and more volatile.

"It's going to feel so GOOD when we pop!!" Kurt told her, and she closed her eyes and braced for her fate.

He pumped…and pumped…and pumped…!!

He climaxed only seconds before his wife burst, sending his seed into the air to mix with her fragmented remains.