Black and White Butterflies

‘Just follow me', Vaughan beckoned seductively to Ria. Ria followed Vaughan off the bustling shopping street and into the strikingly juxtaposed quietness of an old, abandoned studio.

Ria had met Vaughan only minutes earlier, when the platinum minx had pounced on her with a clipboard, a yellow rain jacket and what Ria considered to be a 'charity grin', the expectant type that charity collectors wear as they approach unwilling stranger after unwilling stranger. The charity thing was probably just a ruse, Ria figured though; as the instant Ria's attention glanced over the girl, she had taken on an air of seduction, enticingly blended with a dash of mischief. Not many charity collectors introduce themselves as Vaughan had, and when Ria had reciprocated to Vaughan's outstretched hand, instead of just a shake, Vaughan had tugged on her, which Ria found highly irregular.

'Come with me' Vaughan had confided to Ria, in hushed tones before pulling Ria in the direction of the only empty building on the street. There was something about Vaughan, Ria thought, you could sense the mischief in her narrow, furtive eyes and energetic smile, a contrast of emotions that didn't add up. But they had worked perfectly to arouse Ria's curiosity; and just when Ria let go and hesitated about entering the building she realised the power of Vaughan's sexual allure too, innocent yet deliciously naughty, another contradiction just begging to be explored.

Inside the building, Ria could smell the history, hanging heavy in damp air. Wooden Victorian fittings, unfinished paintings, unstitched dresses on mannequins and exposed brickwork seemed to lie in wait to be awoken from their hundred year slumber by one with Vaughan's energy. Vaughan cast a smile at Ria before tramping noisily up the stairs in a cacophony of stomps and short, sharp creaks, showing no respect for the creepy, Hammer horror atmosphere the cliché monkeys in her brain must have been clamouring for. Ria thought to herself, the eerie building seemed the perfect foil for Vaughan's indie chic.

Ria caught up with Vaughan in a bare studio room on a upper floor, breathing heavily from the wilful chase. Vaughan was standing amongst a varied collection of Victorian fashion and art paraphernalia, stacked canvasses, sewing machines, newspapers, naked mannequins and lengths of heavy and garish materials against the walls, and scraps of cloth thrown over easels, lampshades and sofas to protect them from the artistic chaos all around. The floor Vaughan was standing on was bare floorboards, the wallpaper was peeling with damp and the ornate coving was yellow. The sounds of the busy street outside were reduced to a muffled bustle, pierced by the occasional trumpet call of a busker.

Vaughan, looking quite puffed herself, smiled, almost maliciously, but that was possibly just her breathlessness; adopted a defiant, slouched pose and gesticulated with both hands for Ria to come towards her. Ria obeyed this unspoken agreement and approached.

'So', Ria said, trying to sound nonchalant, 'what are we going to do up here?'

'Something amazing' Vaughan gushed, 'we needed to get away, be on our own to enjoy this, trust me, you won't believe it!'

Though the cliché monkeys were telling her that what was going to happen was predictable, Ria had a suspicion it wouldn't quite be as simple as that. She had quickly summed Vaughan up to be anything but straightforward.

Vaughan slinked cat-like towards Ria, arms half held out until she could place them on Ria's sides. Ria felt the softness and warmth of Vaughan's hands as they gently slid round into the small of her back, pulling Vaughan lithely into her. She considered why she was so attracted to Vaughan; she certainly was no lesbian, and in a way Vaughan could be summed us as a tomboy; but her beauty was so feminine and shiny, and her touch definitely bore no touch of strength or roughness. Vaughan pressed her face right underneath Ria's, she was a petite girl and Ria had a good six inches on her, played with Ria's long auburn hair and smiled into her eyes innocently. Ria summed up that curiosity was a strong sexual instinct of her own, like a fetish, and Vaughan's eyes wore a look that said 'I will do something that you don't yet understand but it will blow your mind'. She smiled, with only a slight hint of unease and relaxed into the embrace. Vaughan closed her eyes, pursed her lips and moved towards Ria. Ria pursed too and they met, and all around them was hushed and obscured for a second or two; like the pair of them were suddenly enclosed by a dark, warm, almost womb-like bubble.

And then suddenly Vaughan wasn't kissing Ria, but blowing! Ria's bubble burst and she opened her eyes, Vaughan's eyes were open too, and they were laughing. They still embraced and Vaughan's mouth was locked onto hers, her cheeks puffed out as she blew into Ria like she were blowing up a balloon. Ria's cheeks were puffed out too, with Vaughan's air, the pressure in them was constant, but somehow it wasn't increasing. Ria only had to wonder where the air was going for a second before she felt it, a growing pressure in her stomach. She felt her clothes tighten as her body inflated beneath; tightening beneath her arms and between her legs as her body tried to become rounded. Vaughan was blowing her up like a balloon! Ria broke the embrace and pushed Vaughan away.

Vaughan kept her grip on Ria and even as she was holding firm, her hands on Ria's back felt soft and gentle.

'What's the matter?' she asked, 'Aren't you enjoying it?'

Ria was having difficulty comprehending it. She looked down and confirmed that her body did indeed look a fair bit more turgid than before, and her clothes more creased and strained. 'I just didn't expect' she stammered 'I mean, I just... I don't know... This shouldn't be possible right?'

'Relax' Vaughan laughed Ria's concern off reassuringly. 'I don't know how it happens either, but when I discovered a few years ago that I could make girls inflate, I just tried it out. Really, it feels so good, such a turn on, don't you want to be blown up?'

'I think I do' Ria admitted, she stroked a hand down her front, sliding it between hers and Vaughan's bodies, as Vaughan resumed their closeness. ‘It feels really amazing, I feel so sensitive and I can feel the pressure inside me, it almost tickles.'

Vaughan smiled and just moved her lips back to touch Ria's, Ria didn't resist, she felt a tingle of anticipation shiver through her body, party due to the increased sensitivity, party in the build up to what she knew would happen, she prepared for the unknown and closed her eyes.

She felt the forcefulness of the air blown out of Vaughan's mouth, again her cheeks puffed up till they were tight and she felt the air still coming, and going into her. She felt her whole body tighten and increase in volume, and she felt the stream of air warmed by Vaughan's lungs, inside her as though she were hollow. She felt it caress her from the inside like a warm summer breeze, and blowing against her crotch from the inside, tickling and arousing her. Vaughan's breath made a hollow whooshing noise, resonating within her, and growing deeper as the volume of air in her increased, like when you blow up a balloon. She felt her body readily growing rounder, stretching her thin jumper and her jeans and threatening to burst them. Her limbs were also plumping up, pushing outwards until she felt a trampoline-like springiness between her sides and her arms when she wiggled them. Vaughan ran out of puff and stopped; both girls opened their eyes together.

'How does it feel?' Vaughan asked. Ria looked down at her newly endowed body. She didn't look fat at all, her face and hands remained undistorted, but the rest of her body was more ample and round; her belly distended, thighs and ass curvier and her bust fuller. She lifted her arms out straight and let them drop, again feeling them bounce against her sides, her whole body springing in response to each bounce.

'I have to say', Ria answered, grinning excitedly, 'it feels amazing. I feel sexier, so... if you'll excuse the pun, pumped up'. Ria's increased volume made her feel powerful, but this contrasted with the submissiveness of being blown up, ballooned, entirely at Vaughan's whim, like a toy; a contrast which exhilarated, aroused and scared her all at the same time. She could feel herself shiver as Vaughan's hands stroked her puffy body; starting on her abdomen and sliding round her circumference to her bum. Vaughan gripped Ria's bum and pulled her plaything towards her.

'Ready to go again?' she asked. Ria nodded enthusiastically and puckered her lips smiling as she did; she closed her eyes and felt Vaughan's lips make contact.

Again Vaughan blew into her, her cheeks puffed up and she felt the stream of air inside her, adding to the pressure. She felt her body become tauter as she inflated, like an inflatable toy reaching it's optimum size. This time, as she swelled bigger and rounder, she really was testing the limits of her clothes. Her breasts ballooned to enormous proportions, while her ass blew up, wider, rounder; and her whole body filled up till she was the size of a Michelin woman. Still Vaughan's breath lasted and she blew up bigger and bigger still the sound of Vaughan's exhalation becoming deeper in pitch within her, and stretching her clothes till they creaked in protest. In a series of loud pops which she felt as twitches between her legs and slight reprieves from the constricting fabric, her jeans blew a few stitches. The creaking slowed down and became angrier and her cleavage and belly spilled out of the top and bottom of her jumper where her swelling body was less restricted. Just as she felt her clothes were about to blow off altogether, Vaughan stopped.

The two girls once again opened their eyes. This time Ria was much more evidently inflated, definitely not pudgy, but tightly pumped up like a big round parade balloon with exaggerated feminine curves, a heaving bosom, bloated ass and stomach pregnant with gas; her clothes straining desperately, stretched across her with creases reaching horizontally across her and radiating from erect nipples and smothered crotch. Her arms were now stuck out at about sixty degrees and her legs pushed apart into a wide stance. Her cheeks felt like they were still a bit puffed up, somehow holding back the pressure within as it tried to either escape, expand her body, or, Ria shuddered at her first consideration of this, blow her apart!

Vaughan smiled at her, though she could only just see Vaughan's head over her own bust, which was rising up to block her view.

'I won't explode will I?' she said with concern, sounding slightly muffled through inflated cheeks. 'Of course not sweetie' Vaughan winked slightly. Ria was becoming increasingly concerned by Vaughan's attitude now. She was too mischievous, and it all seemed like a game to her, Ria like a child's balloon that could be blown up and then just popped for fun. The whole thing was so unreal, that's why Ria found it such a turn on; but exploding, Ria didn't want to try that out, real or not, the fear she harboured was very real, that if she was blown up so much that her body just burst, it would be the end of her, and like a balloon, she was just expendable, to be thrown away when the fun was over, and Vaughan would find a new plaything.

'OK, I'm done now' Ria was quick to get out. She was so inflated now that she couldn't move; she was totally at Vaughan's mercy.

'Aw, no more blowing up?' Vaughan asked. Ria nodded.

'I just feel so full already' she said, 'don’t get me wrong Vaughan, it feels amazing, I just don't want to pop' Ria really was enjoying being inflated, but Vaughan's motives were a little scary, especially now she was immobile. She smiled meekly at Vaughan and wiggled her arms again, causing her whole body to tremble like a reverberating bell. As she moved she heard the strained groans and moans of her clothes being forced to shift over her, almost as though they were reluctant to move, lest they burst. Ria kept up the smile, enjoying the feeling of the taught fabric on her skin. Vaughan grinned back at her. Then Vaughan sidled back up to her sliding her arms around Ria's bloated body until her fingertips could just touch above the small of Ria's back, pulling Vaughan right up against her. Vaughan relaxed, cat-like against the curvature of Ria's body and purred as she stroked her right leg up Ria's, kicking off a trainer and touching Ria's rounded bum with her toes. Ria giggled as Vaughan continued to caress and fondle her air-mattress like form.

Then, just as she thought Vaughan was at her most relaxed, she dropped off, sliding her hands round to Ria's sides and lifting her off the ground. Ria looked around incredulously as she saw the ground come into view over her breasts, like the feeling you get as you come over the crest of a roller-coaster. The movement caused a chorus of protest from her clothes again, where Vaughan's hands gripped her feeling like tiny grabbers. In the moment of drama, while Ria was disoriented, she saw Vaughan's face coming towards her, eyes closed. Their lips made contact and they fell into a slow, lingering kiss. Ria felt her heart rate slow too as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the intimacy of their shared moment, girl and balloon, all alone surrounded by mannequins in an abandoned building, with only the gentle murmur of people below.

Ria was lost in the moment, and only half noticed when Vaughan withdrew her lips. Her eyes remained closed but she heard what sounded like a deep intake of breath. Then, Vaughan’s mouth was pressed against hers again, but with more force this time; and Vaughan blew! Ria's eyes flashed open immediately to see Vaughan right up against her, eyes closed, cheeks roundly puffed out. Ria felt her body growing wider, the stream of air inside her like a jet increasing the pressure exponentially. She felt her hands, stuck out at the ends of pudgy arms moving further apart as she became rounder and rounder, more like a balloon. Vaughan was holding her in the air, gripping her sides like a balloon now; she reached as far forward as she could, holding Ria's crotch briefly, grappling for something at the far end of the inflated girl she could hold, Ria felt the sexual pleasure this created before Vaughan's hand returned to her side. Ria's eyes grew wider in shock almost matching her inflated body, till she was so round she looked like a blimp; a feminine blimp with bloated limbs and breasts, wide hips and a heavingly massive bum. Stitches were blowing in her jeans again and she heard a crescendo like creak as the woollen fibres in her jumper reached their limits before the sound of tearing wool joined the bangs of the stitches. There was a new high pitched squeaking too; it sounded more like rubber than cloth. Ria felt a sense of impending doom as she realised the squeaking was coming from her body, it too, straining to contain the pressure. In an ironic twist, the realisation was quickly followed by a loud bang as a large part of the seam over her bum exploded and she felt only her lacy panties between sweaty inflated flesh and cool, humid air. Vaughan was becoming redder and beads of sweat were forming on her forehead, wetting her hair and making it go straggly, but still she closed her eyes, and still she found the air in her lungs to blow through Ria's lips, and still Ria pumped up bigger and rounder. With a series of pops which Ria felt, the hole over her bum grew, bursting along the length of the seam until it was between her legs, twitching and arousing her inflated crotch. By now Ria was several times her original lithe volume, and so rounded her torso was almost spherical but for the twin domes of her breasts pushing now into Vaughan's face as well as her own, like two pillows trying to smother them both; she felt her nipples like ball bearings squashed into the nape of Vaughan's neck. Her limbs too were so plump and so rounded to her body as to just be domes topped with hands and feet. Vaughan stopped to catch her breath, panting briefly and exhaustedly before blowing a little more. Ria felt her body widen a little in proportion to Vaughan's puff, and heard the rubbery squeak become deeper and angrier, the hollow sound of Vaughan's breath also deepening; and then she felt her centreline touch the floor, Vaughan stopped blowing to catch more breath. Another stitch popped, Ria felt like she was right on the limit of blowing herself; she tried to breath a sigh of relief but she was too inflated to even breathe properly. Vaughan opened her eyes, she was now exhausted from the exertion of blowing Ria up, and her eyes look somewhat distant through lack of oxygen, only adding to Ria's fear that she was uncontrollable.

'Wow!’ Vaughan gasped, and giggled as she spoke, 'Look at you now! You look sooo huuuge!' Vaughan emphasised the last two words by rounding the vowels, and Vaughan's vowels weren't the only thing that was round. Ria wobbled unsteadily on the floor, like a giant space hopper, her proportions magnified as though by a distorted lens. Her cheeks were so puffed out she could hardly speak through them.

'mmmph sdoph bis noow, U'll exphlud!' Ria pleaded, but being muffled by a combination of cheeks and cleavage. Vaughan put her hands on Ria's sides and then gently slid them round under her huge belly, softly stroking her palms over taut woollen jumper as she did till her hands slid off the clothing onto the exposed flesh between her jumper and jeans. She then pushed forward rolling Ria upright till her feet touched the floor, stroking her hands down Ria's body until she reached the waistline of Ria's panties. She smiled and tugged on the waistline mischievously. This caused Ria's whole body to groan and whine with the pressure.

'Noooo!' Ria tried to shout, 'm grnnr blwww!' Then, with hardly any effort, Vaughan hoisted Ria up over her head, Ria grunted uncomfortably.

'I just want to enjoy having you this way' Vaughan said, mock apologetically. 'You don't mind popping do you? Think how fun this has been, would you rather have just been left as plain old skinny wotsername?' Ria tried to shout that her name was Ria, but it only came out as angry, muffled grunting. 'I shall christen you Blimpette 13!' Vaughan concluded. Ria wondered if that meant she was only one of thirteen girls Vaughan had inflated; she wondered whether the others had exploded too, then castigated herself mentally for talking about herself as though she were already popped. She felt herself resigned to her destructive fate and tried to rediscover the feeling of sexual arousal and excitement she'd had earlier. She felt Vaughan's hands on her waistline and the pressure and sensitivity all across her tight flesh, it was in their somewhere, amidst all the fear. But before she could relax into it, she felt Vaughan's hands release her, and suddenly the room was spinning around her, Vaughan had thrown her!

Ria saw the wall approaching her, quickly and in increments each time it spun past in front of her, in the background she heard Vaughan laughing and hollering. She saw the mannequins and fabrics against the wall and just had time to think, 'oh my God! pins!' before BOOMPH! She bounced off the wall, sending mannequins scattering everywhere and feeling the bounce reverberate through her like a bell being struck, then she was flying back to Vaughan. The chaos came to an end all of a sudden as she felt a pair of hands on her bum and then the spinning stopped, but she felt dizzy and her heart was fluttering wildly, almost in her mouth with fear. She heard Vaughan giggling excitedly like a small girl and felt her hands dancing over her body from her bum, up her sides and dashing by her hands until Vaughan came into view, looking more exhausted and manic than before.

Ria looked into Vaughan's eyes, she could see Vaughan was preparing to finish blowing her up. There was nothing she could do; and she was so massively overinflated already, she knew that in not long she would explode, and then what? Thoughts raced through her head, what would it feel like, sound like? She only hoped it would be as perversely pleasurable as the rest of the inflation; best to go out on a high.

'I'd just enjoy this bit if I were you.' Vaughan said, as though she'd read Ria's mind. There was a softer look to Vaughan's eyes and smile now, as though she felt sorry for Ria, as though Vaughan knew what she was going to do and was almost regretfully unable to control herself.

'Tell you what' Vaughan said, stroking Ria's left breast, and weighing up the tautness. 'I'm too knackered for another massive blow... so if you can last for just another five short puffs, I'll deflate you.' Ria's attitude suddenly changed, she had been relaxing into the idea of exploding from the pressure being a pleasurable release; but now she had been given hope, so to hell with enjoying exploding, she just had to enjoy the sensation this last five times and hope to God she could hold herself together. She felt confident and energised as Vaughan came close for the first puff. Their lips closed together and...

PUFF!

Ria felt her body grow and tighten all over and stretch and squeal like a frightened animal, but by good grace she was still all there. Only four more...

PUFF!

'My God' Ria thought. 'That one came quickly after the first'. As the protests of Ria's body became more strained and the pressure pushed out on her more strongly she realised she had less room than she had thought. But only three more. She closed her eyes tightly and prep...

PUFF!

'oooooh' Ria thought, feeling her whole body groaning and moaning, the pressure being felt even in her hands and feet, her eyes feeling like they were about to pop out of her head. Vaughan seemed to have more puff in her than she said...

PUFF!

'OOOOOOH!' Ria felt her heart tightening and shuddering as her body pumped outwards all over. She wiggled her fingers, feeling they were now also inflated slightly, like little sausages. She tried to calm herself down. Only one more to go, she could make it. She tentatively opened one eye to see Vaughan breathing in deeply, and quickly shut it again.

PUFF!!!

Ria grunted loudly as the pressure pumped into her, pushing her outwards in all directions and causing an orchestra of terrible creaks and groans from her rigid balloon body. But that was it. She'd made it! She felt the relief pass over her like a wave and all the pleasure came back, how fantastic the whole adventure had been! She opened her eyes. Vaughan was taking a tiny little breath, too exhausted for another one... but suddenly.

puff.

With a little kiss, Vaughan blew the tiniest bit of air into Ria. She felt her relief slip away as her body merely twitched and squeaked, and it grew a tiny little bigger, just over the edge; the creaking lowered and strained. She closed her eyes tightly and felt a growing wave of tightness, and pleasure...

KABOOOM!!!!