Explicit

    Three pairs of arms held me as I kissed three bare chests. My men.
    "You are perfect," I said to all of them at once, and then laid next to Elvis on the beach.
    We were vacationing in Monterey, California, and were relaxing on the very cool Asilomar beach. It was me, Freddy Newman, with my three boyfriends, Rob Jones, Elvis Aps, and Justin Fawcett. We were called "The Balloon Animals" back in St. Louis. It'd started out as a little kink and ballooned from there.

    "Whatcha doing?" I asked Rob as I came home from work one day. He was intent on his laptop.
    "Looking up some more ways to have fun," he replied, smiling as I kissed his forehead.
    "You mean balloon time?"
    "Yeah, they keep sneaking out new ways to turn anyone into a balloon."

Now that ten years had passed, Charlie Bucket thought it was high time for a reunion.

He was surprised she had shown up at all. And when she did, she appeared so desperate. She wanted his and Veruca's approval more than anything. She wanted it so bad she took the pill.

It was a fizzy-lifting concentrated pill. At least it was for him and Veruca.

Uuuuuh.

Three pipes blow air into my now gigantic body.

I feel my belly and boobs drawn upwards due to the volume of helium filling me.

I can feel the bed almost lifting up.

Oh man I'm huge.

The bonds around my feet snap suddenly.

And I float upwards doing a sort of handstand in mid air.

I emit a muffled squeal over the pipe in my mouth.

I kick my legs in the air.

Still expanding.

Mmmp.

Mmmmmmm mmm mmm…mmmmm

I'm really really big now.