Anthropology
DISCLAIMER: This story contains multiple poppings of young women turned into human balloons.
Dr. Laura Fleming, at the age of 24, was the youngest of the expedition’s crew. She was sick of the older male anthropologists who mocked her for being so young – and female. In fact, she was beginning to suspect that she was only brought along on this particular trip because she had the misfortune of being so attractive.
And that much was true, though she didn’t like to admit it to herself. The men’s lust for her was apparent in every word they spoke to her, in how they fought over being the one to carry her across each river they came to, and in the fact that the hiking shorts she was issued were about two sizes too small. A shapely and firm hindquarters was certainly one of her assets; her entire body was really fit yet feminine. Her breasts were plump yet held their shape nicely, like a pair of fruit at the peak of their ripeness. She caught a few of the men looking down at her blouse every now and then, though she never said anything.
But Laura was sick of it. She hated her male companions on this trip, who had only brought her along for entertainment, and not because they thought of her as an equal. And so, she was determined to prove to them exactly what she could do.
Armed only with her notepad and a pen, Laura set out in the night, while the rest of the expedition slept, to make some observations. The moon was at its full, which not only made the way easier to see, but promised that, should she come upon a civilization of some sort on this remote island, there would almost certainly be a ritual of some sort for her to observe. A surge of excitement filled Laura as she set out into the hot tropical night, as if she already knew that something like she’d never experienced was about to happen....
It was only an hour or two before Laura could faintly hear primitive drumbeats in the distance, and barely see a rising column of smoke just beyond the trees up ahead. She removed her hiking boots and went barefoot so she could remain stealthy, as there may be sentinels in this area of the jungle. The civilizations in this particular region tended to be friendly, so she wasn’t too worried, but an anthropologist never knew when she was going to stumble upon a tribe of cannibals.
Within minutes, Laura was crouched behind a tree and observing, for the first time in history, a civilization on this largely unexplored island. She immediately got out her notepad and began recording her observations:
A line of eleven young women lined up before a great bonfire. One man and two older women, seeming to be officials of some sort, are inspecting the bodies of these women. They poke, pinch, and rub the skin of each of the females about the belly, buttocks, and breasts. This behavior is totally unprecedented—
Before she could finish the sentence, Laura heard a fast swishing sound, not unlike that of the blow darts used by the headhunters they traveled with. A stinging sensation in her shoulder soon followed, and she removed the dart to examine it, but everything went black only a moment later.
She awoke not long after to see many curious faces looking at her. She figured they must not have seen a Caucasian person before. Laura leaned back against what seemed to be the wall of a hut, and upon feeling her bare back touch it, she realized that her original clothing had been removed and replaced with their native clothing – simply a loincloth and nothing more. She fought her impulse to cover her bare breasts in fear of offending these people, and decided it was best to comply with whatever they were doing.
As her vision came back to her, she realized she was sitting at a low dining table with a feast set before her and two other girls, who were already beginning to eat. Laura knew that verbal communication was hopeless, but one of the natives seemed to be signaling her to eat. Laura did as he said, and upon biting into what looked like a chicken leg, she suddenly realized how hungry she was. So she feasted with great relish, forgetting for a while her situation. She looked at the other girls who were eating much slower than Laura, and so she slowed down a bit. The girls seemed as if something were troubling them – and Laura did find it strange that nearly the whole tribe was watching them eat.
Her mind began to try to figure out what the meaning of this ritual was, and why they had decided to include Laura in it. Apparently it must not be something too sacred, if outsiders were allowed to take part....
Laura’s thoughts were interrupted by a stunningly handsome male who came in with a plate bearing three fruits on it. They appeared to be the same kind of fruit, but were of different colors. The rest of the food was cleared off. Apparently this was the last part of the feast – and Laura didn’t know how much more she could eat. Being lost in her hunger and in her thoughts, she had eaten just a little more than she should have. She looked down to see her belly bulging just a little, but she didn’t feel like being killed for offending these natives, so she took one of the fruits, as did the other two girls, and began to eat.
It was more than delicious. It was a flavor that Laura had certainly never tasted before, which only made her think of how famous she would be for not only discovering and being the first to make contact with this new civilization, but for discovering a whole new kind of fruit as well. She giggled a little at the thought – and a few of the others laughed too. This made her a little uneasy.
All three of the girls finished their fruit at almost the same moment. Laura sat back against the wall and drew a deep breath. She glanced at the other two girls, and instantly she knew something was wrong. The smaller of the two girls was looking down at her belly, which seemed a little distended. And then Laura began to stare too, and after a few moments she realized what was happening, though she could hardly believe it – the girl was blowing up like a balloon.
The same male who had been inspecting the girls earlier put his hand to her stomach, feeling it swelling beneath his hand. He gave a satisfied grunt, and let the two women behind him feel as well. They both smiled and nodded to each other, while the girl, probably about age eighteen, sat there and let her elders feel as her belly inflated.
The other girl, who looked a few years older, gave a faint whimper as she began to grow as well. She put her own hands to her belly and stroked it lightly before placing her hands firmly upon it, one hand just below her bellybutton and the other up high on the growing bulge of her belly. Laura stared in shock as she watched the girls fingers spread as her skin stretched and her stomach reached pregnant proportions.
Everyone in the hut, even the other two girls, now fixed their gaze not merely upon Laura, but specifically at her abdomen. Shockingly it came to her all at once. She was next!
And suddenly she felt it, as if it were right on cue. There was a tingling sensation somewhere deep inside her tummy, and she could instantly notice the swelling. It began very subtly, then began to pick up the pace. She was very shocked, to say the least, and her face showed it – here eyes opened wide and her mouth was frozen in a speechless “O” of surprise. Her hands came in underneath her distended belly, and she felt how sensitive the stretched skin was. The feeling was actually quite pleasing.
Laura then looked up at the other girls, who were a little further along than she was. The bigger girl looked about the size of a woman about to give birth. The smaller girl, on the other hand, had swollen beyond anything that Laura could even compare to. She looked like she had a beach ball being blown up inside her belly, and continued to stroke her skin in ecstasy.
Suddenly, with a quiet sound like a cork being popped from a bottle, the smaller girl’s bellybutton poked out. Immediately two young men picked her up by the arms and led her out of the hut. Only a moment later the sound was heard again and the other girl gave another whimper, this time a mix of fear and delight. She was led out of the hut as well, and again all eyes were on Laura, who found that she naughtily enjoyed all these eyes watching her inflate like the human balloon that she was.
She could hear some of them muttering amongst themselves as if they were impressed by the size that this outsider was achieving – this western woman was certainly something they had never seen before. Laura continued to expand, her loincloth sliding far down beneath her belly.
Laura gathered the courage to poke herself – she was so interested in finding out exactly what was happening, and began recording her observations mentally:
After eating the strange but delicious fruit, I seem to be filling with some sort of liquid. I’m really not sure if it is reacting with my body or with the food I just ate, but I am certain that it was that strange fruit that is causing my belly to expand. This is truly remarkable – I seem to be pregnant with this fluid, no.... I’m bigger than pregnant. My estimate is that my stomach has now grown to almost half a meter in diameter, and I continue to grow. I can feel the pressure—
And then came that popping sound again, louder this time. Laura felt her bellybutton burst outward from the pressure. Laura was bigger than either of the two girls had been when their navels had inverted. It took three young men instead of two to carry the incredibly bloated girl out of the hut – two holding her by the arms, one just to support her expanding belly. She grinned for a moment at how wonderful it felt.
She was brought to a place on the other side of the village, where there were three shallow crater-like spots dug out of the ground. The other two girls were already there, turning to look at Laura while still holding their bellies. The skin of their bellies gleamed in the moonlight, shiny with the tension caused by the massive pressure inside of them. Laura was brought to the center of the third circle and brought to sit the way the other girls were.
Laura watched as a very large male with fearsome face paint approached the smaller girl, whose belly was strangely bigger than the taller girl’s. The man took her by the arms and laid her down, her belly nearly spherical in the pale moonlight. She looked at the male with wide nervous eyes. He paused, then gave her a body slam directly on her enormous belly, spearheaded by his elbow.
Laura flinched, expecting the poor girl to pop like a water balloon right there in front of her eyes, but instead Laura heard a muffled bursting sound, and the girls belly suddenly deflated and the fluid could be seen to redistribute itself throughout her entire body now. She now looked like an over-inflated doll – the majority of the fluid now occupying her thighs and buttocks, her stomach to some degree, and her breasts.
The man came to the next girl and did the same. This girl looked almost normal for about a minute after being broken in, but the inflation soon caught up with her. Each girl had stood up on her own afterwards, taking on a staggered stance to stabilize them while they inflated like water balloons attached to a faucet. The man now walked over to Laura, and began to size her up.Her belly, while this had all been happening, had continued to swell to a great extent, and Laura now realized for the first time what the redistribution of the liquid was for. If this man didn’t release the liquid so that it may have her whole body instead of just her belly, she would certainly burst in a few minutes and leave nothing but a sweet and sticky mess.
The fine specimen of a man that stood before her now was obviously amazed at her ability to hold all that liquid. But Laura looked up at him with pleading eyes, begging him to burst her belly and let the pressure free. She held out her arms to him, and he laid her down on her back, her massive swollen belly jiggling slightly, the tense skin gleaming like a bubble about to pop. He did this very carefully, as Laura was bigger and more tense than the other girls, and the explosion would certainly kill both of them. With one swift slam and a loud popping noise, Laura experienced ecstasy better than anything she’d ever felt before. She felt the fluid redistribute itself through her whole body, swirling and rocking her back and forth gently.
The man walked away and Laura began to get up, as she knew was expected of her. She struggled slightly to get up – unable to believe how heavy she was. As the man walked away, Laura pondered briefly about the technique involved in putting that much force on a tremendously bloated woman without popping her. She tried to mentally note the positioning of the man’s elbow in relation to her horrendously distended stomach, but soon enough something else caught her attention.
This loincloth she was wearing was certainly beginning to dig into her form. It formed a sort of equatorial ravine in her otherwise smooth body, bloated though it was. Just when Laura was certain that this strip of leather was going to cut her in half, she heard a hopeful snap from the other side of the clearing – the smaller native girl’s loincloth had snapped off, and with it came a look of great relief on her face even as her body continued to inflate more and more...
Then came the second girl’s loincloth – Snap!
Laura was sure from the way things had been going so far that hers would snap soon as well. She waited patiently, only getting bigger, her lower stomach so full of... whatever it was... that she really was beginning feel like a balloon. She felt elastic, and, to her amazement, she realized something... She wanted to get bigger. But the damn loincloth wouldn’t come off. Under normal circumstances, she would never have exposed herself in front of so many people – but these certainly were not normal circumstances. She didn’t want anything to get in the way of her goal of being the biggest woman-balloon these people had ever seen.
The creaking noise that had started earlier became suddenly very loud, and Laura knew the strap couldn’t take much more of it, she just had to get a little bigger. Then she had an idea...
Can I make myself inflate faster?
Laura concentrated. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes and focused on pumping herself, creating more of whatever this fluid was that was filling her. Whether it worked or not, she couldn’t be sure – she really was swelling so quickly – but soon enough she heard a tremendous SNAP!
“Ohhhh...” she moaned aloud. Laura was ecstatic with relief.
The breaking of her loincloth was tenfold that of the other girls’, sounding more like the cracking of a giant whip and being followed by the whoosh of air being displaced in its wake. The shock of the loincloth being released had caused her body to bob slightly like a water balloon that had been squeezed and released. The feeling was wonderful. Laura relaxed her face and looked down at what she had become and was both surprised and relieved that she could see nothing past her immense breasts. She looked at her nipples, way out there nearly disappearing under the horizon of her body, and saw that they were roughly the size of plates with a Hershey’s Kiss in the middle. She giggled at the thought. She was in that state of mind where nothing else mattered – she was so content to be free from the restraint of any clothing. Nothing was going to stop her from growing more, and more...
Though her body was becoming more globular, its increased volume with the same rate of inflation seemed to make her growth slow down. Her legs were hardly discernable from her torso – or whatever it was now – and the same for her arms. Her feet still kept her “standing up” though. Laura was about to try pumping herself again when some activity amongst the villagers began, and she immediately focused her attention on that.
A pair of large drums were rolled out, and a line of what seemed to be all the young women in the tribe came out and stood in a circle around the smaller native girl. The drums began a low rhythmic beat and the girls started chanting and dancing around what had once been one of them. Laura kept listening for the native word for whatever the three of them had become, these balloon-women, no longer humans, not quite... something else. But it didn’t matter – something very interesting was happening.
The smaller girl-balloon they were chanting and dancing around began to inflate even faster. Her face showed a mix of horror and ecstasy, a feeling which Laura was new to tonight. The skin stretched more, and she seemed to pulsate with the beat of the drum. The tempo began to quicken and the chanting became louder, the girls mouth opening wide in a great inaudible moan and her eyes wide with the joy that she was experiencing, all these people working to fill her with this fluid, this wonderful fluid that was bringing her such a lovely feeling – the feeling of being a big round balloon.
Just as the girl’s skin became shiny with tension and her body achieved a perfectly round form, the music suddenly stopped with a loud umph! The final note signified completion – the girl seemed to be done now, and though she was no longer growing, her face held a look of total satisfaction. The little hands sticking out the sides of her spherical form caressed her sides, meanwhile the group got started on the next girl.
Laura watched again, remembering every detail and trying desperately to remember every word she could of this chant. Before she knew it, it was her turn to be completed. There was such a big difference between observing these probably-ancient rituals and actually being able to take part in them. Laura knew this was a rare privilege for a researcher just as herself, to actually see the ring of girls surround her, to have the drumbeat played for her, to have to attention of all the village as her body was blown up beyond anything she imagined possible. The feeling was like nothing she’d ever felt before – actually feeling the tempo of the chanting increase with her body – feeling its intensity in her skin... Then after the final ecstatic umph, came a silence so quiet it seemed to suck the sound out of Laura’s ears. Her feet had left the ground and she was truly a spherical woman. She felt complete, and nothing else mattered. Her body bobbed and jiggled just slightly, the power of the ritual still reverberating and echoing within her.
“Mmmmm...” She moaned, softer this time.
But why? asked the annoying little scientist voice in the back of her mind.
Her body being as big as it was made her skin very sensitive, like a huge taught eardrum. That is why Laura, the biggest of all three girls, felt the rumbling coming before anyone else. At first she thought it was something within her, then realized that it originated from the ground, which now only that soft extra-sensitive spot between her legs was touching. It was coming closer, and soon enough the other girls felt it, and the villagers began to hear it. Laura knew the villagers were leaving – she could hear their footsteps going away, back into the village. She tried to turn her head, but could only manage to look over to the other two balloon-women, who had looks of horror on their faces. With the turn of her head, Laura felt her long hair swish on the surface of her rotund back, on what used to be her shoulders. Suddenly it came to her all at once. She realized what the purpose of the three women-balloons were...
We are offerings... sacrifices...
But... for what?
The reason came towering over the jungle. There before the three little globular girls stood a tremendous ape-like creature – something that reminded Laura of the old King Kong movies. It was huge, so big it grabbed the first balloon-girl in its hand just like a piece of fruit. But what use did a giant ape have for three spherical women?
Maybe he’ll juggle us Laura thought to herself, and giggled.
Then the giant ape turned the girl’s head away from him, his enormous tongue coming emerging from his lips and stroking the moist opening on the girls underside, out of which the fluid seemed to be coming. Suddenly the beast pressed the girl’s underside to its pursed lips and began to suck, the girl’s moans barely audible from that height.
We’re food... Laura realized. We’re a treat.
The beast removed the girl from his lips for a moment, a string of juicy ooze dripping from between his mouth and her underside as he took a break for air. The girl’s excitement inadvertently squirted a nice stream of the liquid into the beast’s eye, and Laura could tell from the sound of it that it probably wasn’t enjoyable. (In addition, she noted that the content of the girl must have been slightly acidic, perhaps citrus...)
In a fury, the beast roared at the poor girl, whose screams weren’t to be heard over its roar. The giant ape held the girl to face him so he could watch the look on her face as it poked its other finger up into her just enough to plug the hole. The girls shouts were silenced with surprise, and an evil grin spread across the monster’s face as it slowly began to squeeze this balloon-woman that was its food. The girl’s face cringed with the intensity of the pressure inside her, which Laura knew must have felt both excruciating and incredibly unspeakably delightful at the same time. The girl looked just like a water balloon being squeezed in the hand of a little child. Shiny rolls of her body emerged from between the beast’s fingers, and both ends of her, top and bottom, began to bulge out just a little bit. All the other two balloon girls did – all they could do – was sit there and watch as the other one of their kind, that poor female balloon in the beast’s hand, had a great final orgasm, her eyes opening wide and her mouth hanging gently open as her body could take no more and burst with a tremendous sound.
The monster now looked to the villagers on the ground, and seemed determined now to show them just how upset it was. It reached down and picked up the second balloon-woman, but instead of bringing her to its lips, it drew her back high above and behind its head, then hurled her at the villagers with incredible force. Laura wondered what could possibly have been going through that girl’s mind as her bloated spherical body flew through the night at those who had given her this form. It was so strangely ironic – those who had made her into this inflated swollen thing – this globular woman with hands, feet, and head – this balloon woman – were now about to be attacked with what they had created to keep themselves safe from this beast.
The spherical figure blobbed slightly with the force of her being thrown, and her trajectory was a little squiggly because of it, but she nevertheless landed squarely where the beast had aimed her – right in the middle of the town square. Laura couldn’t hear if any of the villagers had been hurt, but she did hear one of the totem poles falling over, and an explosion twice as loud as the one she’d heard not one minute before. Laura felt little misty droplets landing on the back side of her – presumably from the second girl’s popping.
There followed another deep silence, so quiet that even the crickets stopped chirping and the wind stopped blowing. All Laura could hear was this deep, heavy breathing, which she assumed to be her own until she finally looked up at the monster that towered over her. She could hear its monstrous breath, and for a brief moment she thought of what she must look like to this creature, a little blown-up animal with its hands flapping desperately at its sides as the monster’s hand lowered down to her and picked her up. Her hands stopped the instant she was in the beast’s grasp – she didn’t want to piss it off, not after what had happened to the other girls.
Laura felt the warmth of its tongue reach out and taste her – it felt so gross but so good... she didn’t want it to stop. After a minute or so the tongue retreated, and Laura quickly found herself being sucked on. She loved it. No, “loved it” wasn’t good enough – after this, she was certain that she wouldn’t ever want anything else in the world but to be a huge balloon filled with delicious juice being sucked on, being milked of her nectar, being...
The lips moved away.
“Oh no, don’t stop!” She said aloud.
The beast had merely stopped for air, and soon enough its pursed lips were suckling at the lovely juice that Laura was filled with, squeezing gently and rhythmically. Laura was in such ecstasy as the tongue lapped at her gently and the fluid was slowly sucked from her, that she passed out just as the beast began to walk away with her...
Laura woke up early the next morning in a clearing, somewhere far from the village. She recognized the foothills to the east of her though, and made immediately for camp before she was left behind by the expedition. And she certainly did not want to be left behind – she had quite the research on the natives of this area, and in fact she was quite sure she had become its leading expert. Most of all, Laura needed an excuse to come and visit this island as much as possible...
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