Inflation Expression

Kitty sighed as she seated herself on the veranda, looking out over the city. She sat back in her chair, stretching out her long, slender, perfect legs and didn’t even bat a pretty eyelid as Lorella stepped into view.

“I wondered when you’d show yourself,” Kitty mused aloud. “You’ve been following me close to a week. Were you getting up the nerve to ask me out?”

The short but sleek-figured blonde swallowed but was determined not to let the seated brunette rattle her. “You popped Calum. Popped him like a balloon.”

“I’m sure I did,” Kitty said calmly. “Who’s Calum?”

“He was my boyfriend!” Lorella’s eyes flared. “You don’t even know who he is?!”

“Who he WAS,” Kitty corrected. “And no, I don’t. You expect me to remember every guy I’ve ever popped? Honey, you have no idea! I’ve popped hundreds of guys--literally, hundreds!”

“I know you’ve popped more than Calum,” said Lorella, still visibly seething. “I watched you pop four other guys since last week.”

“Really?” asked Kitty. “And you didn’t do anything about it?”

“Oh, I did something,” said Lorella, reaching into her purse and extracting her video phone. “I filmed them. Every one of them. I watched how you popped them with your voodoo balloons.”

Kitty’s face lit up. “Did you see that one guy, with the short blond hair? He got SO HUGE before he popped! God, I thought he’d get bigger than the whole city! I kept thinking he’d burst, but he just kept getting bigger and bigger! And then there’s that last moment, just before he went pop--every guy gets that look, the one that tells me they know the explosion’s about to happen. It’s just a split-second, but you could see it in his face! Oh god, that look is priceless! And when he finally exploded, it was so loud, my ears were ringing for hours!” Kitty laughed at the memory, beaming.

“How can you sit there and laugh, you murderous bitch?” Lorella snapped.

Kitty shrugged. “Hey, I notice you didn’t stop me from popping them!”

“I wanted to learn how you did it, so yes, I let you pop them so I could plan my revenge.”

Kitty’s eyebrows raised. “Oh, really? And what would that revenge be? Taking that footage to the police?”

“Oh, no,” said Lorella coolly. “Even if you weren’t too dangerous to remain alive, I want more than to see you behind bars. I want to see you blown to bits, like you blew away my boyfriend.”

“And how, pray tell, will you do that?” asked Kitty, still smirking.

Now Lorella smirked. She replaced the phone into her purse and extracted an uninflated white balloon.

Kitty’s smile disappeared. “Where’d you get that?”

“Recognise this?” Lorella taunted. “I found where you stored your voodoo balloons. I heard the spell you’d say before you inflated it, which caused your victims to inflate along with it.”

Kitty leaned menacingly forward in her chair. “And I suppose you think you can recite the spell before I rip your head off?”

Lorella tilted her pretty head, still smiling. “Oh, honey,” she said tauntingly, “I already placed the spell an hour ago.”

Kitty’s eyes widened. “You didn’t--”

Lorella put the valve to her lovely pink lips and blew into the balloon.

Kitty looked down as her belly blew outward. She gasped as her ballooning middle took control of her body and shoved her back into her chair. Looking massively pregnant, Kitty grabbed the armrests and tried to lift herself to her feet.

Lorella blew into the balloon again, forcefully and long.

“No! Don’t--!” Whatever Kitty’s plea was going to be, it was cut short as her extremities plumped up, her sides billowed out, and filled out the chair with her expanding form. Her cheeks puffed up and outward, her doughy-looking arms and legs stuck out straight as they filled up like her stomach.

Lorella chuckled with satisfaction. “So how do you like it? How do YOU like being a helpless balloon, knowing you’re going to pop?!”

“You don’t have to do this,” Kitty said pleadingly.

“Yes, I think I do.” Lorella made a show of taking a huge breath, heaving her lovely breasts, before doing another long, tortuous blow into the white balloon.

“Noooooo!” Kitty popped out of her chair, knocking it over with her expanding backside, and bounced lightly on the veranda like a toy balloon. And she kept growing, her arms and legs getting shorter as they merged with her middle, which became rounder by the second. She had landed on her belly, which now lifted her higher and higher until Kitty, still lying on her navel, was looking eye-to-eye with Lorella.

“Please,” said Kitty. “I’m sorry. Have mercy!”

“Mercy?!” Lorella spat. “Did you have mercy for Calum? You blew him up just to watch him pop, and now I’m going to do the same to you!” She took another deep breath.

“Wait!” said Kitty.

Lorella froze. “You know what? You’re right. Hold on.” Lorella reached into her purse again and pulled out the video phone. She pointed its camera at Kitty and smiled. “I want to film this for posterity. Maybe I’ll post the footage online! People will probably think it’s a gag, and everyone around the world can laugh at the amazing bursting bitch!”

“Don’t do this!” Kitty pleaded again, but Lorella had already taken another breath.

Lorella watched through her phone as Kitty surged larger, rapidly filling up the video screen and forcing Lorella to step back a few paces to fit the fattening Kitty into the picture. Lorella put several more breaths into the balloon, and it grew ever firmer in her hand. Similarly, Kitty grew ever more taut as her ball-shaped body swelled toward the sky. She grew larger with every breath Lorella fed the balloon, and Lorella fed it more... and more... and more...

Now a giant, overfilled weather balloon, Kitty’s skin began to squeak with strain. Lorella had a harder time keeping a grip on the white balloon, which was stretched to transparency, the rapidly thinning latex toy bobbing ominously in her hand. Kitty looked helplessly down at the ever-diminutive blonde that was inflating her. Kitty’s smooth, taut skin glistened as it expanded further, and she squinted at the sight of her fragile voodoo balloon becoming increasingly volatile.

“Oooo,” Lorella cooed, holding out the balloon so she could admire its immense size. “It’s so close to popping, I can feel it coming! I’m getting nervous holding it. It could go bang at any moment! And then it’s bye-bye, balloon bitch!”

“Listen,” Kitty implored. “I’ll do anything you want if you let me go! Anything! Isn’t there any way I can make it up to you?”

“You can explode!” said Lorella. “That’s all I want from you! There’s nothing you can say that’s gonna stop me from popping you! NOTHING! I just want you to spend your last few moments thinking about how you popped all your victims, and now you’re about to go bang yourself! And when you do, I’m gonna dance all over the pieces!”

“I’m begging you!” Kitty called down to her. “Stop!”

“I’ll stop when you POP!” said Lorella. “But keep begging--it amuses me!” She puffed again, the balloon got dangerously bigger... and so did Kitty.

“Ohhhh,” Kitty moaned, over the sound of her squeaking body.

Lorella gasped for breath. “One... more...!”

She puffed again.

And the balloon went...

BANG!

Lorella jumped and let out a little shriek as the balloon fragments rained down on the veranda.

She gasped for air, and then, momentarily, she stopped breathing altogether.

The huge Kitty-balloon was still there, larger than life but definitely still undetonated.

Lorella stammered. “I--I though you’d have--”

“Burst?” Kitty finished. “Yeah, you really would’ve done it.”

As Lorella stood stunned, the human balloon in front of her deflated. Kitty’s giant round body shrank, quickly growing back her arms and legs as she regained human form. Eventually she was standing in front of Lorella, first just plumped; and then mildly bloated; and finally, her former, beautiful svelte self.

“To be honest,” said Kitty, “the balloon and the whole spell-casting thing is just for show. The real power’s in me: I’m telekinetic.”

Lorella swallowed and backed away.

“Oh, no,” said Kitty, smiling devilishly. “Not getting away.”

Lorella turned to run, but stopped as she suddenly found her legs too stubby to move. She yelped as her sides protruded outward, her entire body plumping up. Her hands felt her rapidly swelling belly before her arms filled out as well, sticking outwards before sinking into her increasingly spherical body. “Noooo! Please!”

Kitty walked around to the front of Lorella’s expanding body. She ran a fingernail along her victim’s equator as she made the journey, Lorella wincing at the touch. Unlike Kitty, who had grown in spurts, Lorella seemed overcome by a long burst of air, one that mercilessly pumped her up and up and up without pause, without slowing down, without interruption.

It took less than a minute for Lorella to become a human balloon. And she still got ceaselessly bigger.

“You know,” Kitty drawled, “if you had decided to ‘spare’ me, I might’ve though about doing the same for you. But now? Well...”

Kitty drifted off as the squeaks began from Lorella’s stretching body. Lorella’s pleading eyes looked down at her tormentor. She cried through puffy cheeks: “But--but you popped my boyfriend!”

“And now I’m going to pop you,” Kitty announced calmly. “Now that’s what I call symmetry.” She laughed.

“Please! I don’t want to pop!” Lorella called out.

“Neither did I,” Kitty reminded her.

“I’m begging you!”

“Good,” said Kitty. “Keep begging: It amuses me.”

Lorella could no longer see Kitty, as she’d grown so wide and high that all she saw were the tops of buildings and clear blue sky. “Please,” she repeated. “You win! I’ll do anything!”

“Let me be clear,” Kitty told her. “There is nothing you can say to keep me from popping you. NOTHING.”

Lorella seemed to tremble out of fear, but it may have just been her tight, fragile body bobbing from the strain of holding in the intensifying pressure.

Kitty picked up Lorella’s purse and pointed the video phone at the bloating blonde.

“I suppose I should film this for posterity,” Kitty mused, giggling.

Lorella said nothing. She now knew it was pointless to beg. Kitty was going to pop her, and there was nothing she could do about it except wait. And wait... and wait...

“Are you wondering when it’s going to happen?” Kitty asked her. “Are you wondering when you’re going to pop? Don’t worry: You’ll know. You’ll feel it. I’ve seen it hundreds of times. Problem is, when you know it’s coming, you have only a second before--BANG!” Kitty squealed in delight at the very thought.

Lorella just stared into the horizon, gazing into the crest of oblivion. She was terrified but strangely calm as she accepted her fate.

And then her eyes widened. And in that split second, she knew Kitty was right: She felt herself about to--

KABLAMMMMMMM!!!!

Kitty howled with laughter as she danced and jumped on the raining fragments of the giant balloon that had just popped on her veranda.

And best of all, she had it on video. She backed up the video and froze the image on that key split-second, which filmed Lorella’s final expression.

Yes, that was the look, thought Kitty. That last, final, priceless look of helplessness. The look of realisation, of inevitability. Of acceptance.

Kitty giggled before pocketing the camera. And then she looked out over the city, deciding that she’d film many more happy memories before the week was through...