Pump for Joy

“Get a load of me now!”

“Joy, you look like a blow-up doll!”

“Oh yeah, baby, you bet!”

“But now it’s my turn – come on, blow me up too!”

Joy pressed her mouth against Michelle’s and blew into it. Instantly, Michelle’s cleavage expanded. Gail couldn’t help but cup her hands over her friend’s inflating tits. She couldn’t wait to be blown up herself as well. The three of them would be the hottest attraction at the upcoming school dance. They knew all the guys wanted nothing but big-breasted chicks and they sure were going to blow each other up REALLY big.

Dave sat in the corner and watched with mixed feelings as big-breasted Joy and Michelle took turns in blowing into Gail’s mouth. He had made it possible for the girls to inflate their tits, but he had been forced into it. Joy deserved to look beautiful and right now, she looked awesome: bouncing lightly from her chest were two fully inflated beach ball breasts. Joy was amazing, easily the hottest chick at their school. It was Michelle and Gail that pissed him off. They didn’t deserve to get blown-up breasts. They were so arrogant and always made it painfully obvious to Dave that he was not in their league. And while some inner voice secretly knew that Joy was pretty much the same (if not worse), he focused all his bitterness at Gail and Michelle and allowed Joy to get away with everything.

“May I suggest something,” Dave shyly began.

Michelle turned away from Gail and walked over to Dave. She then pressed him against the wall using her enormous rubbery tits. Dave felt himself go hard and began to sweat and stammer: “Uh… you know the J-Lo look would be great for you… you could inflate your asses too!”

Gail came over as well so that now Dave was cornered by four huge, inflated tits. “And I’m sure you would love to help inflate us, wouldn’t you?” She pursed her lips and for a moment, Dave thought he would get to blow into Gail. At the last moment, though, Gail turned away and blew into Michelle instead. Damn it, he hated Gail. He hated Michelle. And he hated that they could play with him so easily.

But now Joy came over. Her tits had turned out best. The way she moved, her boobs bounced up and down like helium balloons. Gail and Michelle moved to the side. Joy grabbed Dave by the hair and forced him down to his knees. Then she turned around and bent forward so that her ass faced Dave.

“Come on girls, give me the J-Lo butt treatment!”

Gail got down on her hands and knees, took a deep, deep breath and blew into Joy’s mouth. Immediately, Joy’s butt blew up. It blew up right into Dave’s face, nearly knocking him over. “That’s enough,” Joy ordered. She didn’t want a huge butt; the curves she now had were enough. Dave almost came – Joy was extremely hot!! She looked like a caricature of the female body with her tits and ass blown completely out of proportion. In other words: wow!

Joy turned back to Dave and got extremely close to his face. She was about to say something, but Dave leaned forward and planted a kiss right on her delicious lips.

“Eecccch!” Joy tried to wipe the kiss off. “You pig. We don’t need you anymore… now come on, girls, I blow up your asses later. Time to go to the school dance.”

Dave watched the three sexy, inflated girls leave. He had kissed Joy. It was incredible. It was perfect. Sure, she had minded him doing it so forcefully, especially in front of the others. He would make sure to wait for the right moment next time. Oh, Joy… what a beauty, with her huge blown-up hooters and pumped-up ass! And as for Michelle and Gail… well, they looked quite stunning now as well, but of course it was only a matter of time until…..

“Do my tits look smaller?” Gail asked her friends worriedly on their way to the dance.

“Are you crazy? They’re huge!”

“Well, yes… but I think they’ve deflated a bit.”

Joy shrugged. “I bet you’re just jealous of my super-huge balloon-breasts!”

“Okay, now shut up you two… we don’t want anyone else hearing us.”

They entered the dance hall and immediately, all eyes were on them. While some chuckled, most were simply impressed and amazed at the girls’ new appearance. Blond-haired Michelle looked like a real blow-up Barbie doll. Somewhat small Gail, whose parents were from Singapore, looked especially inflated because of her height – her tits ranged virtually from her chin down to her belly. And Joy, with her long, dark, wavy hair falling beautifully around her massive boobs and her pumped-up ass moving back and forth alluringly was certainly the most impressive in Dave’s eyes.

It required some effort to take his eyes of Joy, but Dave knew that he needed to watch Gail first. The girls danced with each other, seemingly feeling more turned on by their own appearance than by the horde of guys who gathered around the three of them. Suddenly, the noise of a balloon losing its air while someone is stretching its neck echoed throughout the hall. And the high squeaks were coming from… Gail’s tits!

“My boobs! My boobs! What’s happening to my big boobs?” Gail cupped her hands over her nipples as if to prevent air escaping through them, but to no avail. She could feel her tits deflating underneath her hands. She looked down at her breasts with the sadness of a little child whose toy balloon has been punctured and is now losing its beautiful size and shape. But then she began to take notice of the laughter around her. From all directions, people were staring, people were pointing, people were laughing and her tits, her beautiful tits were shrinking!

Gail started to panic. Her tits had returned to their previous B-cup size, but showed no signs of stopping their deflation. Her dress, which had been held up by her massive tits now dropped from her chest. First too stunned and then too clumsy to cover up completely, Gail’s deflating tits were exposed to the audience, who roared in laughter. Hanging from her chest where her tits had been – first her decent normal breasts and then, briefly, her enormous inflated boobs – were two toy balloons in the color of her skin that with one last squeak emptied all the air that was left in them. Gail was completely flat.

“I want my boobs back! I want my boobs back!” Gail began to cry like a baby. Michelle finally decided to come to the aid of her humiliated friend – she blew into her mouth a few times. Nothing happened. Then she stuck one of the balloons in her mouth and tried to blow up Gail’s tits again. It was no use. Gail’s tits remained completely deflated.

Michelle gave up immediately. Not because she saw that Gail’s tits could never be blown back up, but because she felt something changing in her now too. She reached for her tits, but they appeared as full as before. Her ass was still in shape as well. And yet, she felt different. And now the squeaking sound was coming from her body. But if her tits and ass were still intact then…

“Oh no… I’m shrinking!” And indeed, Michelle’s entire body was beginning to shrivel up. Like a human blow-up doll with a separate valve for her ass and tits, Michelle was losing her air, but keeping her massive curves she had been so proud of. Her arms and legs disappeared.

Within a few seconds, she was nothing but a tiny, shrunken head staring up helplessly from between two mountain-like tits. Her voice grew tiny as well. “Help me!” Finally, even her butt deflated so that Michelle was reduced to two massive tits and a tiny face.

Gail bent down to pick up her tiny friend. Desperate to cover up, she pressed what was left of Michelle against her chest. She then pulled her dress back up and with Michelle acting as Gail’s ersatz-tits, fled the hall.

It only occurred to the spectators, including Dave, now that Joy had vanished at some point. Had she deflated into nothing?, most people began to wonder aloud. Dave knew better. He needed to find Joy. He raced out of the hall and into the next-door room where they stored the extra beverages and party supplies for the event.

When he entered the room, Joy had the hose of the automatic pump inside her mouth and was filling herself with air, desperate not to get deflated as her friends had been. Instead, she was rounding out rapidly. She had lost most of her female shape and was now much more of a ball than a sexy girl.

“Joy, what are you doing?”

Struggling to speak with the hose inside her mouth, Joy mumbled: “Stopping myself from shrinking, you idiot! What did you do to us, you asshole?”

Dave pulled a bottle from her pocket. “I wanted to humiliate Gail and Michelle by deflating them – but I’d never do anything like that to you. I wanted you to be beautiful. I never put the deflation serum into your mixture – oh, my dear Joy… what have you done to yourself? You were so sexy, and now you look like a weather balloon!”

Joy’s eyes grew wide with anger. Yet by now her arms were forcibly extended from the rest of her inflated body – there was no way she could remove the hose from her mouth. She was going to keep on getting bigger and bigger – and she was already close to filling up the big room.

Realizing it was too late to save herself, she lashed out at Dave, grabbing the deflation serum from him. Instead of trying to apply it on herself, she doused Dave with it, who cried out in panic: “Joy – why did you do that to me? I’m going to shrink!!!”

But Joy wasn’t finished. As Dave began to get smaller and smaller, Joy let herself roll towards Dave. The hose was yanked from her mouth in the process, but she kept her mouth open and in one swift move, tiny Dave was swallowed by Joy, who came to rest on the floor completely rounded and unable to move, a huge balloon for the rest of her life.

Dave looked around his new home and realized what he had secretly known all along – he hated Joy! He hated her, hated her, hated her! And he hated being no bigger than a tiny dot trapped inside a huge balloon. Trapped inside Joy.

Epilog

A few minutes later, someone discovered the huge balloon in the supplies room and carried it over to the school dance, where Joy was treated like a beach ball by the enthusiastic crowd. Some kid took her home, where she eventually deflated and was thrown out. Dave is still inside her, though.

Gail kept Michelle as her spare set of breasts. But for the rest of time in high school, there was rarely a day when someone didn’t sneak up to hold a squeaking, deflating balloon up to her ear.