Popperchicks

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07/02/2010

Aka, “Pop Pop Bang Bang”

That’s how it goes sometimes, thought Lynda, as she looked at her equally shocked schoolmates. Some school days are like any other. And some days, one finds oneself blowing up like a helpless toy balloon.

This happened to be one of those latter days.

Lynda, Beth, Zoe, Cassie and Brittney had been decorating the gymnasium for the class party, painting placards and blowing up balloons. They also drank their fair share of punch. Lynda considered the wisdom of that decision as she looked at her balloon-shaped friends, and then at her own expanding body.

She also wondered how things would have turned out if she’d been a little nicer to Tawney, the goth girl with the black eyeshadow and two-tone hair–partly black with pink highlights. The girl had stormed in as the girls were at work preparing the party. Lynda and Zoe were making signs, Beth was hanging streamers, and the other two were blowing up balloons.

Cassie puffed into a big yellow balloon, which popped in her face. All the girls jumped, and Brittney, seated on the floor, rocked on her behind, giggling as she held tightly to her own balloon.

“Quit clowning around, Cassie,” said Lynda. “Unless you want to have to buy more balloons.”

“How about I blow one up your bum, you bitch?” asked Cassie, and the other girls “ooh”-ed at the implied challenge.

Lynda had had her share of Cassie’s threats and was about to respond when Tawney entered, carrying her portable camera.

“What the hell do YOU want?” Zoe asked the goth girl.

“Oh, don’t mind me,” said Tawney. “I’ve been watching you, and I’m about to get everything I wanted.”

“Turn that off, bitch!” said Zoe. “I don’t want to be in your stupid YouTube videos!”

“Oh, but this is going to be the best one EVER,” Tawney assured her with a smile. “By the way, was that your third glass of punch?”

“What’s it to you, b–” Zoe stopped in mid-insult. She heard a balloon blowing up, but it wasn’t coming from hers or from Brittney’s.

It was coming from Beth.

Her breasts and belly were growing larger, and all eyes turned toward her. “Oh, god!” she yelped, her blouse becoming tighter around her expanding breasts. “What’s going on?!”

“I hate popular chicks,” Tawney told her, “but this is going to be a blast.”

Zoe walked over to help Beth, whose body was now stuffed like an inflatable raft. But soon Zoe had her own problems.

Zoe’s body began to inflate. Brittney’s arms, legs, and bum began to puff up. Cassie’s belly billowed out from under her shirt, as if she were suddenly pregnant. Lynda looked down as her breasts, too, grew larger, as did her previously firm bum, which was now swollen and tightening her jeans at a rapid rate.

“Oh yes, yes, yes!” cheered Tawney, watching the scene with glee through her camera. “This is going to be awesome!”

“What the hell did you do?” asked Zoe. “Bitch, I’ll kill you!” Zoe stepped forward, but her legs had swollen and she could no longer walk, instead pitching forward to land on her bouncy belly. She let out an “oomph,” and Tawney laughed.

“No, you’re not going to do anything but blow up,” said Tawney.

The five inflating girls exchanged glances, but quickly became focused on their own respective predicaments. Beth had grown the largest, looking more balloon than human, her skirt having been ripped to shreds by her expanding waistline, her bra snapping off to reveal two huge round balloons, her inflating buttcheeks pushing her knickers farther up her bum.

None of the other girls fared any better, each struggling for some control over their bodies, but achieving nothing but bouncing slightly on the gym floor as they increased in size and circumference. Brittney lay on her back as her belly shot for the ceiling. Zoe lay on the floor, rising like dough. Cassie’s arms and legs disappeared, replaced with a ball for a body. And Lynda could only watch as her breasts and bum became firmer as they blew up like a tire.

But only Lynda showed no fear. Instead, she watched with an overwhelming fascination.

“I’m–I’m so full!” shouted Beth, her body trembling as if it were trying to suppress the oncoming tide of air.

“Really?” asked Lynda, distantly. “Describe it.”

Beth’s eyebrows narrowed, confused by the request. “W-w-well, I feel tight all over, like I’m being stretched to my limits.” As if to confirm her statement, her body let out an ominous groan, and she seemed to have a growth spurt when the last of her shredded clothes hit the floor.

Lynda felt a familiar twinge in her lower body. “You think you might burst?” she muttered, almost seductively.

“Y-yes!” shouted Beth. “I don’t want to pop, but I don’t think I can get much bigger! I’m so tight!”

Lynda closed her eyes. “Me too. I feel like a balloon tied to a pump.”

“Do something!” said Beth.

“We can’t, dumbass!” called Brittney from the other side of the room. “We’re all balloons! I can’t get up! I can’t feel anything but this pressure inside me!”

“I feel all hollow inside,” said Zoe, nervously. “Is that just nervousness, or is everyone feeling it.”

“I feel it,” Cassie confirmed.

Lynda tried to suppress it, but felt a moist patch forming where her legs used to be. “We’re all getting so big,” she moaned. “It feels…” She stumbled on the word, not wanting to admit it. “…orgasmic.”

Tawney let out another guffaw. “Oh my gawd, you should hear yourselves! This is going to be the most watched video EVER!”

“When’s it going to stop?” Beth asked, her head pressing down into her globular body.

Tawney snorted at her. “Bitch! It’s not going to stop till you burst! Remember that balloon Cassie popped? That’s gonna be YOU in about one minute!”

“Noooo! Please stop it!” Beth begged.

“Why-hy-hy-hy?” Brittney asked Tawney, choking on the word.

“I told you,” said Tawney. “I hate you skinny, hot bitches. Always so damn perky, think you’re so hot.”

“You hardly know us!” said Brittney.

“And now I won’t,” said Tawney. “But the world is going to know you. Cuz you’re about to make video history!”

Lynda opened her eyes from what seemed to be a self-induced trance. “It’s OK, girls. We’re going to be all right.”

“No, we’re bloody well not!” screamed Zoe, her exaggerated figure now becoming absurdly rounded and swollen. “She’s going to pop us like balloons!”

“Let it happen.”

Other than the sound of hissing and stretching rubber, the room was silent.

“What the bloody hell are you talking about?!” asked Zoe.

“It’s going to happen,” said Lynda. “You can’t stop it. None of us can. But I’m going to pop last. I’m going to watch every one of you go bang before me.”

“You crazy bitch!” shouted Cassie. “Were you in on this?”

“No,” said Lynda. “I’m just stating the facts. I’m going to get bigger than any of you can get. I may burst, but I’ll watch all of you burst first.”

“You’re crazy! You’re fucking crazy!” Zoe screamed at her.

Tawney could barely keep her camera steady, as she was laughing so hard. She bit her lower lip to suppress her joy in order to properly film this, the greatest of scenes.

“I don’t want to pop,” said Beth, quietly.

And then–

BANG!

The explosion reverberated in the gym, and Lynda gasped, almost as if she felt herself burst.

“Who’s next?” Lynda asked.

“I hope it’s you, you sick bitch!” shouted Zoe. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate–”

BOOOOM!

If possible, Zoe burst even more loudly, and Lynda felt pleasure ripple out across her entire spherical body, from hemisphere to hemisphere.

“That’s two,” said Lynda. “Are you getting this, Tawney?”

“Oh, yeah!” said Tawney, panning around, not wanting to miss the next exciting explosion.

The remaining three girls could only wait. Wait and inflate. Lynda felt the pressure building inside her, so tight, so TIGHT! But she clenched her jaw and continued to stare at her remaining two friends.

I’m not going to burst, she thought. Not yet. I’m going to see them all pop before I do, I swear I will!

The three huge female globes throbbed from the strain. Lynda kept an eye on Brittney, who was now nothing but a growing pink ball. Cassie gave a cold stare at Lynda–that crazy bitch Lynda, who was every much her enemy now as was giggling, taunting Tawney. Brittney, lying on her backside as she inflated up and out, could only watch the ceiling.

Finally, after what seemed to be several tense hours, but was perhaps only a few seconds, Brittney announced matter-of-factly: “It’s me.”

KABOOOOM!!

Cassie winced at the explosion, her round form rocking from the force of the blast. Lynda’s mouth again was agape, as if drinking in her friend’s demise.

Tawney, still looking through the viewfinder, shot a fist in the air. “Whoo-hoo! That was awesome! Who’s next? Who’s going boom next?!”

Cassie stared coldly at Lynda, but Lynda just smiled.

“How do you feel, Cassie?” asked Lynda. “So tight you could burst? Like you just want to let go? You can, you know. You can make it happen. Just relax. Don’t fight it. It’ll all be over before you know it.”

Cassie couldn’t contain her rage any longer. “Just shut up! Shut up and pop, you bitch!”

“You first,” said Lynda, smiling. “I want to see you pop, so I can burst happily.”

Cassie seemed to struggle, her puffy cheeks turning red as her head became an absurd inflatable version of its former self. She looked straight into Lynda’s eyes.

“Fuc–”

BLAMMMMM!!

Lynda let out a cheerful wail, watching the last of her competitors get blown into oblivion. Then she laughed, making her already tense, trembling, time-bomb of a body shake even more. “I did it! I win! I’m the biggest! I’m the biggest!” She closed her eyes but spoke as if she were directly in front of Tawney’s camera. “You see this, world?! Have you ever seen a balloon this big?! Because no one is going to get bigger than m–”

BOOOOOOOMMMMM!!

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