I'm a huge fan of these topics, and it seems like it's been a little while since we had one. I'm not an accomplished writer in any way, but I figure I'll try blowing some people up. If you're interested, please include a description of yourself and any preferences you have. As far as fantasies go, more detail is obviously better.
It probably goes without saying, feel free to step in and write if you see something you like!
I'm working on this one, just trying to think up a worthwhile premise.
Edit: Wrote something! The prologue was written first, but quickly spiralled into a strange place and became a sideline. Please give me input on what you liked, what you didn't like, and what a bad person I am or whatever.
PPS: i planned to write you as wearing cargo shorts, a vest, and a pith helmet, but i forgot
"Hey, want a free sample?" The girl held up a tray covered in small cups of what looked like blueberry milkshake.
Steve paused for a moment and looked her over. She was short, curvy, blond, and had a tiny nose piercing. Cute, even in the dorky mall coffee shop uniform. Her nametag read "Sara."
"Sure, but what is it? Isn't this place supposed to be a coffee shop?"
"It's our new Blueberry Spice Fluffocino! It's delicious! It even has new self replicating flavors, and it's FDA approved," smiled Sara.
"It sounds weird, but it must be okay if it's FDA approved," thought Steve. "Besides, she's cute."
It really did taste fantastic. Creamy, rich, sweet, and with an almost overwhelming taste of cold fresh blueberries.
"Wow, this really does taste great! So, how long have you worked at-" Steve stopped mid sentence, interrupted by a sudden loud burble from inside him. Sara shot him a quizzical look.
"Uhm, are you feeling okay? Your nose is turning blue." Actually, Steve's whole body was slowly developing a bluish tint, and he was starting to feel really, really bloated.
"I feel sort of weird. Like, really full. Is this normal?" His stomach had swollen into a bulging belly, and his blue skin was peeking out from underneath his shirt.
"You must be having some kind of reaction. This never happens when I drink it. What does it feel like?" Asked Sara as she bent down to look at his exposed belly, poking it gently with her fingers. He was getting big.
"I don't know, just really, really bloated and tight. It feels like I'm pumping up with liquid, I can feel if swirling around inside me. How do we stop this?" By now he had swollen so much that his shirt had ridden up to just above his belly button, exposing the gravid swell of his blue stomach. His butt and hips had pumped up too, straining the fabric of his pants. By now, people were starting to stare as they passed by. A brunette in yoga pants and a tight top had stopped to stare at the blonde girl and the swelling blueberry boy.
"What's going on, is this some kind of contest of something?" She asked, taking a long sip from her blueberry milkshake coffee thing.
"No, he's having some kind of weird reaction to the drink. Look at this," Sara poked him again in his swollen belly, this time a little deeper and harder than before. His rebounding tummy sloshed loudly.
"Oh, whoa. That's really weird. This never happens to me when I drink this stuff," said the girl, slurping her drink.
Just then, the button popped off Steve's pants and zinged off a nearby wall. Both girls giggled. His belly was huge, his entire body was blowing up all over like a parade blimp. His ass had pumped up to the size of two basketballs, and his enormous hips were too wide to fit through a normal door.
"This is actually really cool," said the brunette. "I wonder what would happen if we gave him more?" She popped the top off of her drink and approached Steve, pressing her lithe athletic body against his round springy one for balance.
By now, a crowd had definitely gathered. A few guys and girls (including Sara) had their phones out and were taking videos.
"Okay, open wide!" The girl pinched Steve's nose shut and slowly poured the drink into his mouth, biting her quivering lower lip in anticipation. She finished pouring in the drink, let go of his nose, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. The girls in the crowd giggled. She pushed off his swelling body and leaned away, the front of her clothes and her lips stained dark blue.
Steve's rate of growth suddenly surged, pumping him up to be nearly spherical. The stitches in his clothes popped and they fell to the ground, leaving him totally exposed in front of the crowd. Most of them laughed or giggled. A lot of the girls blushed. A lot of them started taking pictures. He was already feeling full, and he was pumping up so fast that it felt like he was sitting on an open fire hydrant, and none of these people seemed to be taking it seriously. He felt like he could explode at any second.
"Hey, look at your clothes," said Sara to the brunette in yoga pants, "you're covered in juice! I wonder..."
Sara walked up to Steve and drew a long lick up the lower hemisphere of his belly to his belly button. Sure enough, it was slick with sweet blueberry juice. Almost immediately, she felt the sensation of warm fluid welling up in her abdomen, and her belly starting to bulge heavily. In the meantime, the brunette, who had only ingested a very small amount of juice by kissing Steve, started to feel a little full.
"They're both blowing up too!" Said a girl in the crowd, pointing at the two girls swelling near Steve.
"They're nowhere near as big as him, though!" Shouted another faceless member of the peanut gallery.
"Yeah, that dude is huge! He looks ready to bl-" The guy shouting this from the back was suddenly interrupted by the tremendous BOOM of Steve exploding and the tidal wave of juice that swept the crowd off their feet immediately after.
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"Well," thought the now hugely overpumped, about to blow Sara, as she sat in the middle of a crowd of swelling but still smaller people, "at least today has been interesting."
Expository Prologue Follows
Frantic, I slammed down my rubber stamp on each document, practically flinging them off the top of the stack as I hurriedly flipped through. I had procrastinated too long; the deadline was in five minutes and I hadn't read even a single one of these new applications. They had been sitting here for months, waiting for my final approval, and now I had no choice but to just stamp them and send them. You know what? Fuck safety. Stamp that shit.
A new drug that permanently changes hair color? *FDA APPROVED*
Subdermal magnet implants?! Fuck it! *FDA APPROVED*
Alcohol that gets you permanently drunk?? *STAMP THAT SHIT*
Self replicating fruit flavors?!? *FDA APPROVED*
I haphazardly grabbed the huge stack of papers, snatched a few off the floor, and took off at a dead sprint to the vacuum tube delivery port, the occasional stray sheet fluttering off the pile as I ran.
Fuck. Down to three minutes. I was a failure, a monster. I had destroyed my own life by procrastinating it away.
I sprinted up to the port and grabbed a canister and slammed it on the tile floor, shattering it into a thousand plastic pieces. Fuck.
I grabbed another canister and gingerly lowered it to the floor before I started shoving papers into it. I noticed someone standing nearby. It was Cathy, from HR. That bitch.
"Heya, Tim! Wow, you look super busy-"
"SHUT UP, CATHY! JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP, CAN'T YOU SEE I'M WORKING HERE?! BITCH!?!" I shrieked, ham-fisting crumpled papers into the overstuffed canister. I dropped a knee on it to get the door to close and buckled it.
One minute.
I jammed the canister into the vacuum tube and slammed the door shut. The canister was upside down. Too late to fix this. Fifteen seconds.
I reared back and slammed my fist on the button. The tube hummed as the suction kicked in, but the canister wasn't moving.
"MOVE, FUCKING MOVE!! YOU PIECE OF SHIIIT!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" How could it have come to this? Hadn't I been a good person? Hadn't I tried my best to live a virtuous life? Hadn't I already suffered enough?
With a soft phfump, the canister shot heavenbound into the tube. Whew. Almost missed another deadline. Today went pretty well. Maybe I'll ask Cathy to dinner tonight.
This is amazing! Thank you so much! I love everything about it from the little side reactions to the inflation aspect! Great job! :)
Ok, here goes!
I have fair skin, freckles, I'm skinny and I'm of average height. I also have a little pot belly. I tend to prefer either oral air or water inflation with a hose but I seem to have a thing for water due to the added weight. Not all for full-body either, just belly is a huge turn-on for me!
I'm more for private scenarios, one-on-one, inflator-on-inflatee type situation, maybe in a dissimilar place.
"I can't believe we're doing this," you say as you watch me uncoiling the garden hose and screwing it onto the spigot. We're both a few beers in, standing in the yard on a warm fall day in swim trunks, and we're about to make some questionable decisions.
"Come on, you keep saying you've always wanted to try it! I promise, it'll be great. It's like a tire pump, but way better," as I lube up the end of the hose and drag it over to you. "Pull down the back of your shorts a little."
You comply, edging down the back of your trunks and bending forward a little.
"Just don't let me explode, okay?" You let out a tiny little involuntary gasp and bite your lip a little as I slide the hose up your toned bum. I pull your shorts back up and give you a little spank before walking back to the spigot.
"Alright, 3... 2... 1..." I crank the spigot open, turning until it hits maximum flow rate. A loud series of gurgles emanate from you and your hands fly to your lower belly as all the air left in the hose gets pushed into you. You let out a couple tiny burps from all the air, and then blush as you feel the hose start filling you with cool water.
"This actually does feel really good." The tiny soft bulge of your belly begins to round out, slowly bloating up with water, rounding out to a gravid swell beneath your spreading fingers.
Soon your bloating gut reaches, and then surpasses the size of belly you would expect on a woman nine months pregnant with twins. You're supporting your heavy, tight belly with your hands, and I can tell from your soft panting that you're either having trouble supporting the weight of so much water inside you, or you're really enjoying this. Or probably both.
I drag over a lawn chair and help lower you down into it. You let out a little sigh of relief as you continue to balloon, your huge stomach now far too big for you to reach your arms around, and far too heavy for you to get up even if you tried. Your butt is swollen from the weight of all the water inside you, bulging out rounder and wider in your seat, the cool garden hose now squeezed by considerable ass cleavage. Your overpumped booty strains against the lawn chair, turgid flesh bulging between the straps supporting your now enormous weight.
Your butt is definitely bigger, but it's nothing compared to your huge belly, the pale expanse of which is wet with droplets of sweat and condensation. Laying my hand on your lower belly, I can feel the light thrumming vibration of all that water rushing into you, pumping you up bigger and bigger. My hand covers only a tiny portion of your pale bloated tummy, but I can feel my fingers slowly spreading apart, separated by the expanding surface beneath them. I press in slightly. You're tight, there's hardly any give at all with how pumped you are.
"We should probably stop soon. I think you're about to blow," I say, gingerly poking just beneath your belly button. The weight and pressure are building, and you feel like you're a taut, turgid water balloon, but you're enjoying yourself too much to care about the feeling of impending boom.
Suddenly, your eyes widen in surprise as a creak from your belly snaps us both back to reality.
"Okay, I'm definitely full, can you turn the water off now?" I'm already making my way back to the spigot. Suddenly acutely aware of the pressure and weight inside you, you feel like a huge turgid bomb poised on the brink of detonation. You are even more acutely aware of the gushing hose up your butt, still pumping you closer and closer to explosion.
"Nnngh! Hurry up!!!" You wiggle and squirm, grabbing the hose and pulling on it, but it's no use. The weight of your belly squeezing the hose between the straps of the chair and your pumped butt is keeping the hose firmly inside your bum. You can feel the flow of water decreasing as I frantically turn the spigot knob as fast as I can. Even with the rapidly diminishing flow, it feels like the pressure really is too much, and you're just about to go kaboom.
The flow stops. You grit your teeth, holding the enormous pressure in, and the explodey feeling passes. Whew.
"Wow! Your belly got HUGE! So, same time next week?"
I read your profile and tried to incorporate some of the stuff from there. I hope the slight butt inflation and near bursting were okay! Please tell me if anything wasn't to your taste, or what you think in general!
Aw yiss,
avg. weight, blonde girly. Love a good bit of teasing and domination with an explosive conclusion. Water or air however you like just so long as i get all round and helpless before i go boom ;)
"So, what kind of surprise for me do you have set up at a gas station in the middle of nowhere, of all places?" You ask, hopping out of the passenger seat and looking around. This place is deserted. The only other cars you can see are the ones that occasionally pass by on the highway off in the distance. Your eyes linger for a second on the free air compressor: we parked pretty close. I notice a little smirk cross your pretty face for just a second.
"It's the kind of surprise you like, now close your eyes," I take your hand and lead you, eyes closed, to the air compressor. I reach into my pocket and pull out the surprise; a pink buttplug with a little hole at the tip and a valve like a tire stem at the base. I can't believe they actually make shit like this.
I screw the plug onto the air compressor hose and lube it up, holding it in my right hand as I reach around you to rest my left on your lower back and pull you in closer. You're blushing hard now as you throw your arms around my neck and pull me in for a kiss, eyes still shut, pressing your curvacious body against me.
"She must already know what's coming," I think as I pull up the back of your short, slim dress, exposing the stretchy panties pulled taut across your wide, toned butt. Still holding the lubed up plug, I hook a couple fingers in your panties and pull the seat up and to the side.
Your eyes suddenly fly open and you gasp and squirm as I push the plug up into your tight bum. It takes a little pressure at first, but it just pops in once it gets past the widest point. You're blushing even harder now with surprise and maybe a little embarassment.
"I-it's a little bit too big..."
"It has to be, it's got to take a lot of pressure without popping out," I reach over and press the button on the compressor. It loudly whirrs to life.
Your eyes widen as you feel the sudden surge of air from the plug filling you, swelling the soft curve of your tummy into a round bulge. As your belly grows, you feel your hips and butt growing bigger and stretching your panties even tighter.
"Ooh. Urp. This feels kind of- Uurp. Kind of nice," you squeak, covering your mouth as you let out a few cute little burps.
"I knew you'd like it. You're getting pretty big, too." It's true, you're really starting to get pumped up. You reach back and put your long blonde hair out of the way in a pony tail, watching in delight as your tits fill with air into big round orbs, straining the top of your dress and giving you some serious pneumatic cleavage. Your dress is riding up on your inflating body, exposing a strip of firm round belly between it and the top of your panties. It's pulled skin tight over every curve of your body but the little flat spot on your belly where your deep navel sits. Your now exposed panties are getting stretched and pulled tight up the bottom of your pumped bum like a thong, and a few inches of puffy ass cleavage peek over the top. I grab the waistband, pull it back, and let it go, snapping you on the butt. You let out a soft yelp and shoot me an accusatory look.
Just then, the whirring compressor dies down, and you feel the flow of air stop. I reach for the button.
"No, wait! Let me," you smile as you lean over and eagerly hit the button, hands flying down to your belly with a light moan as the machine whirrs back to life. You're really pumping up huge now, your whole body swelling like a wide pneumatic blimp. You blush and nibble your lower lip as I rub my hand on your lower belly, out of your reach.
"Let's get these off," I reach around you, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of your panties and pulling them down. You tumble gracelessly backwards, bouncing on your overinflated ass as I pull the panties off your legs.
"How does it feel to be pumped up so big, just lying there helpless?" I put my hand on your cheek and run it down your neck to one of your hugely inflated tits. "You're so huge and round," I run my finger across your overinflated sphere of a breast, "I can do whatever I want," I pause for emphasis before giving you a light poke on your puffy nipple.
We stare at each other for a moment, only the whirr of the compressor and your soft panting to break the silence. I return your wanting look, long and desperate, with a triumphant smirk.
Pause. The air compressor shuts off again. I walk back over to hit the button.
"No, wait," you pant. "I'm full."
"Too bad." Whirrrrrr.
"Wait!" Your eyes widen with surprise and a little fear as you moan and wiggle urgently, reaching for the hose pumping you up. You quickly give up, realizing that there is just absolutely no way your stubby inflated arms could ever reach far enough down your huge ass to get to the hose, and you're still getting bigger and tighter.
"That was mean," you moan, glaring at me, blushing a little more. I try to pinch your turgid butt, but there's no give at all; you're just too tight. You're huge.
You're feeling full. Really full. Way too full. You clench your teeth and ball your hands into fists, one eye squeezed shut tight, fighting against the building internal pressure. You stop getting bigger, but you're still getting pumped and the pressure is getting unbearable. You creak loudly.
"I think you're getting ready to blow, babe." I tease, brushing my fingertips down your tight, hollow, pressurized hemisphere of a belly. You're enormous and round, creaking and about to blow, but you're still straining and holding in the pressure. My fingertips run down your belly, lower and lower. You moan quietly.
"Ooohh... I'm t-too tight, I'll explode..." you pant, having guessed what I'm about to do. Your eyes fly wide open in shock as I run a fingertip in small circles over your puffy clit.
It's just too much. You squeal and wiggle, closing your eyes tight, but you can't concentrate. You surge bigger and bigger, huge, so tight and creaking that you know you're about to go out with a bang.
"She's gonna blow!" I yell mockingly as I dive for cover away from your overpumped parade float bomb of a body. A loud, long groan mixes with your helpless pleasured squealing as you're suddenly cut off by a tremendous deafening BOOOOOOOM!
I slowly lift myself to my feet, stunned by you exploding so forcefully. Wordlessly, I pause for breath and watch the tiny scraps of your exploded dress swirl in the agitated air, slowly settling to the ground. I get back in the car, start it up, and drive back to the highway, leaving behind a gas station with blown out windows and a pair of stretched out panties still wrapped around the hose, butt plug lying on the ground, hissing out air.
The compressor stops whirring and shuts off.
These are fantastic! Great job and thank you! :)
I am tall, fairly skinny, dark hair. I would like to be completly spherically inflated with air, with me being scared of popping, in a humiliating context with a crowd of people, and I pop at the end. Maybe I also float but am tied down?
I also like the idea of other people inflating with me as well.
Thank you a bunch! :)
Three questions:
1. How much do you like ridiculous premises? I'm torn between two ideas, one is more ridiculous than the other.
2. How gay are you, on the Kinsey scale of 0-6?
3. How much do you like the idea of other people blowing up with you? Is it central to your fantasies?
I welcome ridiculous premises! Guess I'm a solid 3, hmm it's not strictly speaking central but I guess I would enjoy it?
I'm good with anything really!
"Hey man! Thanks for showing up. You signed up to work the dunk tank with Kate and Stacy, right?" I asked, handing you a little badge that read "Staff" and pointing you towards a squat little platform in the distance.
Walking through the fairgrounds, you couldn't help but be a little infected with the merriment surrounding you. The festivities were in full swing, with games, rides, and vendors hawking terrible food everywhere. Happy drunks staggered aimlessly, amused by the bright lights and colors. Far, far away, just on the edge of sight and only for a moment, you saw a clown sprint from one tent to another.
Kate and Stacy were already at the platform when you walked up. Kate was tall, blonde, and wearing a tight pink bikini that showed off her generous tits and round muscular ass. Stacy, petite with black hair done up in a long braid, was wearing a light green bikini.
"Oh, you're here!" Kate smiled. "Okay, you two get set up on the platform and I'll set up for the throwers."
"Okay, so," Stacy explained as she led you to the platform, "you've probably already noticed that we don't actually have a dunk tank, but it's okay. We actually have something better!" She gave an huge goofy grin and gestured to the contraption built into the front of the platform, obviously trying to win you over with enthusiasm.
It was two wooden seats spaced about eight feet apart, with two big bullseye targets sitting between them, one pink and one blue. There were little green plastic nozzles sticking out of the seats. Behind the targets, shielded by a plastic screen, was a big rusty machine covered in pipes, dials, hoses, and valves.
"Alright, you've won me over with your enthusiasm. What is this, exactly?"
"Well, that big machine is an air compressor. The target plates are spring loaded and connected to the compressor," she pushed in the pink bullseye and a powerful blast of air hissed from the nozzle on the seat next to it. "The idea is that we both sit on these seats, me on the pink side and you on the blue, and people try to blow us up by hitting the targets. Pretty cool, right?"
You weren't really sold on this, but Stacy seemed into it.
"Okay, I can tell you're not really sold on this, but just give it a try, I promise it'll be fun."
"Alright, but how does the air, well, get in us, exactly?"
"We sit on the seats with the nozzles up our butts. Speaking of which, turn around for a second." You turned around and Stacy bent down and ripped a little tear in the back of your swim trunks. "Okay, it looks like Kate's waiting for us. We better get in our seats. Oh, take of your shirt, too."
You pulled off your shirt and the two of you climbed onto the platform and carefully lowered yourselves into your seats, nozzles in. Stacy wiggled her butt a little, getting comfortable on the nozzle, and you followed her lead and did the same.
"Step right up and blow them up! Three throws for a dollar!" Kate had already drawn a small crowd around the little wooden counter and the box of old baseballs behind it, and her first customers were starting to line up.
You couldn't help but notice how Kate bent down behind the counter and wiggled her ample behind whenever she grabbed baseballs for a male customer. Probably part of the reason people were lining up. The first few people didn't hit anything, but then a muscular football-player type stepped up.
"Ooh, this guy looks like he can throw." Stacy gave him a little wave, pointed to herself, and silently mouthed "hit me."
He reared back and chucked the ball dead center into her Stacy's target. She gasped as a blast of air shot up her rump, but she didn't look any bigger yet.
"Come on! Pump me up!" His second throw missed, but he hurled the third right into her target, rounding out her belly into a noticeable bloat. A few people in the crowd clapped and cheered, and the girl with the football player giggled as they walked off.
"Hey, she's been staring at you." It was true, the next customer was a girl in a low cut top who was looking right at you and grinning as she stepped up to the throw line. You grinned sheepishly and waved to her.
A split second later, her first throw dinged off the edge of your target, and you yelped as a blast of air exploded up your ass.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Stacy asked, rubbing her belly. The girl took a deep breath, focused in, and pitched the ball right into your target again. This puff of air didn't catch you as off guard as the first one, but you noticed the girl giggle when you winced. It did feel good, if a little strange. The girl paused again, and the crowd cheered as she reared back and threw her third ball.
"Ohhh!" You involuntarily let out a moan as she pumped another blast into you with her throw. She smiled and winked at you, and you noticed her walk to the back of the line and pull out her phone.
"Wow, she was really good." You said to Stacy while loosening your swim trunks.
"Yeah, she must be on a softball team or something."
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Kate pulled in customer after customer over the next hour with her shouting and sexy antics. Sometimes she went for the obvious route, and just looked at them and squished her tits together. Surprisingly, it worked.
Most of them either missed completely or hit one out of three. You and Stacy went pump for pump for about 20 minutes, but as petite as she was, she looked a lot more pumped up. You were both pretty round, but you noticed people starting to throw at her target a little more; guys and girls both. You really didn't blame them. Her tits were the size of volleyballs.
At one point, the clown you saw earlier showed up and chucked three balls into your target so fast that it turned into one long blast of air and a loud cheer from the crowd. He ran down the front of the excited crowd, holding his hand out as he highfived them all as he passed by. They went crazy for it.
Man, fuck that clown.
As time passed, the two of you got bigger and rounder, and more and more people started lining up. You were feeling pretty tight, and starting to feel a little worried.
More and more customers passed, pumping blasts of air into the two of you, and Kate's calls grew more excited.
"Come on! Pump him up! Blow that bikini right off her! Three throws for a dollar!" You noticed the girl in the top from earlier getting near the front of the line. She was talking to a group of other girls with her, and she was pointing at you.
Shit. I guess she must be on a softball team, or something. You gulped.
"Hey," Stacy said to you, peeking out from behind her enormous boobs. "Are you starting to feel a little bit, uh... Explodey? I seriously feel like I could go kaboom over here." That comment was really not making you feel reassured about the crowd of softball players making their way to the front of the line.
"Yeah, how are we supposed to let Kate know if we can't take any more over here?"
"Um. We actually never talked about that. Hm."
Stacy squealed and wiggled as another blast of air shot up her hugely overpumped ass. You were enormous and overinflated, but she was so blown up that she was almost spherical, and she was starting to creak. The crowd was way too loud for you to shout to Kate, you were both too inflated to get the nozzles out of your butts, and if this didn't stop soon you were both going to explode. Kate was oblivious, strutting around and occasionally giving her own ass a hard smack.
The first girl in the group of softball players stepped up, a chubby blonde chick with little dabs of black greasepaint under her eyes. Well, you appreciated the effort involved, at least.
Her throw hit dead center on Stacy's target. Stacy moaned loudly, creaked, and her taut bikini exploded into confetti. The crowd went crazy. You noticed Kate puff her belly out and rub it as another ball bounced off of Stacy's target.
"Oh fuck, I'm so pumped up, I'm gonna blow! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuckkk," Stacy groaned as the puff of hair blew up her ass, swelling her slightly bigger. She creaked loudly, and you noticed her slowly growing on her own as she wiggled and squealed. Kate plugged her ears.
Another ball hit Stacy's target.
"OOOOHHHHH-" BOOM! Stacy exploded into pink confetti and glitter that swirled over and covered you and the laughing, cheering crowd.
The next softball girl stepped up. Ball after ball, the softball team came one after another, pumping you up bigger and bigger with more and more pressurized blasts of air up your now huge butt. You wiggled and tried to shout out for someone to get you off the seat, but no one could hear you over the raucous crowd, and they just assumed you were taunting the girls taking throws, daring them to blow you up bigger. The crowd laughed and cheered whenever you yelled something. You were huge now, a bulging bloated sphere almost twice as big as Stacy was when she exploded, and you felt ready to do the same. Your shorts had long ago burst into shreds.
"He's huge! Come on, make him go boom!" Kate screamed. Man, she was really good at this. Someone had produced a tire pump, and Kate was striking poses while another girl pumped her up and the crowd cheered. Some drunk guys up front were spilling beer on themselves as they took pictures.
More and more bursts of air blew into you until you were a huge creaking ball, near spherical and perched precariously on your seat, about to explode.
The girl from earlier stepped up, winking and waving at you. Her first two throws hit in quick succession, forcing in a long blast of air that sent you over the edge. You creaked loudly, no longer able to contain the pressure inside you as you swelled bigger and bigger. You were huge. The crowd plugged their ears.
The girl breathed deeply, blew you a kiss, and threw.
KABOOOOOOOM!
Blue confetti and glitter drifted down all over the fairgrounds.
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Again, criticism always appreciated! Please point out errors, I don't proofread these things.
Male, 22 6''2, average build, dirty blonde hair with bangs, T-shirt and shorts. A gamer.
I'm a fan of full body inflation of any kind, water and blueberrification in particular, but as long as I'm pumped big and round, I'll be more than glad. XD No preference as to where I'm blown up or whether it's forced or not, but I do like to be rolled around and played with a bit when I'm blown up. I'm also a fan of "running out of room" to inflate, getting stuck in the room I'm blowing up in and either breaking down the walls or just popping as a result.
Thanks! ^^
"Ugh. You are soooooo irritating. So irritating," glares the girl at you from across the small table.
"Oh, I'M the one who's irritating? All you do is whine and complain and insult me about everything."
"Well, maybe I would be nicer if you hadn't started our date off by telling me how much fatter I was than in my pictures, you jerk. You fucking jerk."
"Yeah, after you walked in here and said, 'Oh, ugh, I thought you were gonna be a lot more attractive than this,' you bitch. Besides, at least I don't REPEAT MY OWN INSULTS." You sneer mockingly at her.
There was no denying it. This was not going well for either of you. Everybody knows first dates are awkward, especially first blind dates set up on the internet, but this was bad. Especially after you hit it off so well online. She seemed so nice, and totally into you.
"Don't call me a BITCH, you fucking asshole! This is the worst date I've ever been on, even this restaurant fucking SUCKS!" She screams across the table.
"Fuck you, this restaurant is AWESOME. IT ONLY SUCKS BECAUSE YOU'RE HERE, YOU BITCH!!!" You shout in her face.
"That's IT! I absolutely can't STAND you! I don't have to sit here and listen to a jerk like you!" She stomps off to the big red helium tank sitting in the corner. On a previous visit you had asked your waitress what it was for. You assumed she was making a joke when she giggled and winked and told you it was 'for when someone has a bad date.'
She drags the tank over to you and grabs your arms, pushing you against the table. Struggle as you might, she is way stronger than you. She did say on her profile that she worked out a lot and wrestled in college. Hmm.
"Oh, I guess it's true what they say about RETARDS being really strong!!!" You yell in her ear.
"You're the only retard here, you FUCKER!" She screams in your face before bending you over the table and sitting on top of you, straddling you backwards. She pulls down the back of your shorts, dips the hose in a glass of water on your table, and slides it deep up your ass before cranking the flow rate all the way up and getting off you. You stand back up.
"Wow, I didn't think you'd try to get in my pants on the first date, you fucking WHORE!" You're blowing up, and fast. Your body is rounding out, your belly is bulging, and you can feel your butt swelling and straining your shorts. All that gas filling you up actually feels really nice.
"Oh, figures you would like this, you faggot." She grabs the obvious erection tenting your pants.
"Something's wrong with gay people, huh, you judgemental bitch?!"
"I never said that, you fucking asshole! Stop putting fucking words in my mouth!"
"You stupid whore." You say, dripping with vitriol. You're seriously huge now, pumped up nearly spherical, all round and tight. The pressure is really building up.
"Fuck you, you're the one who's got a boner, jerk!"
"AND YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S HOLDING IT, YOU WHORE!!!" You scream at her.
She pauses for a moment as you make sustained eye contact. She gives your overinflated boner a few quick strokes through your shorts and steps back.
"You jerk." The pressure inside you is explosive, and you're still growing.
"You're a bitch." You roll backwards on your inflated butt, body now too round to stand. You're lying there on your back, inflated legs forced into the air by your pneumatic ass. Your stomach brushes the ceiling and you creak loudly.
"I hope you like EXPLODING, jerk!"
"At least I'm not a stuck up idiot bitch who lists'Disney movies' as one of her primary interests."
Your stomach is pressing hard against the ceiling. You're running out of room, and the explosive pressure inside you is building faster and faster. Your round blimp of a body is creaking and straining. It feels so good, but you're about to explode at any second.
"You know..." You tell your date from behind your hugely overpumped bomb of a body, "I'm actually having a really good time with you."
"Yeah, this turned out to be a really fun date." She responds, the malice gone from her voice. "I'm gonna plug my ears and get in cover now."
Your parade float body lets out a long creak, swells out a few last inches, squeezed between the floor and ceiling, and detonates with a massive KABOOM!
Rubbery pink scraps and shreds of cloth swirl around the room. Your date gets up, brushes herself off, and waves down a waitress.
"Um, sorry about the mess."
"Oh, it's okay! People come in here and explode their dates all the time. Yesterday a girl got stood up and blew up one of our waitresses. She got huuuge before she blew, too." Responds the waitress, having watched you explode.
"Huh. I take back what I said about this restaurant sucking. This place blows."
What a bitch.
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Are there any standards for stories on this website? I kind of want to just start titling these and submitting them. As usual, please critique my bad writing.
Oh these are great, thanks for bringing it back!
Im a male, average build kinda on the skinny side, brown hair green eyes. I love full body inflation and getting inflate big. By air water or helium I will leave that to your choice but no popping.
In time immemorial there stood in the antediluvian land of Mnar a great city of men; the City of Sarnath. It was a true metropolis, bustling with merchants and fortune seekers from all reaches of the known world. The bandage-wrapped talisman peddlers of Noor, the diminutive lizard beings of Outer Foth, even the fabled moon-beings could all be found wandering the winding streets and bazaars of Great Sarnath, hawking and buying things ranging from fine bronze blades to black lotus to dyed bolts of silk. The Great King Ub Na'ilon ruled unquestionably but benevolently from upon his towering throne, carved from a single piece of whitest ivory, although no man knew from whence such a piece came. It was the year 24739 BCE, and it was a great time to be alive.
But now, enough about Great Sarnath. This story is about two adventurers; daring grave robbers who met in a tavern in the lower bazaar and decided to enter into a mutually beneficial and not homoerotically charged venture to raid the ancient and deserted necropolis of Old Pnoth. They were Blux, a young warrior, and Xirr, a fledgling black lotus addict sorcerer with a small collection of magical talismans. They pooled their meager capital, bought provisions for their journey and tools for their grave robbing, and set out for Old Pnoth.
For many days they traveled, until they came upon a raging river of dark blue water, swift and deep...
"I'm telling you, this is impossible," gesticulated Xirr, waving a dirty piece of parchment at Blux's face. "This shit is NOT on the map. It just isn't."
"Great. It's here anyway. Fuck my life." Blux sighed. This was bullshit, man.
"Maybe we can make a raft." Xirr helpfully suggested.
"Out of what?!" Blux waved his hands in the air and made a big show of looking around for trees that he already knew he would not find. "Out of DIRT?!?" There was like, one shrub here.
"We'll string a rope across the river!!!" Xirr shouted back.
"Oh, that might actually work. There are a few shrubs here and on the other side of the river that we could tie the rope to. But how are we gonna get the rope across?" Blux asked.
"I have the perfect thing for this! A magical talisman!" Xirr produced a tiny bronze icon of an ugly little monster from one of the many pockets in his voluminous robes. "Lay out some rope."
Blux grabbed a coil of rope from his pack and dropped it unceremoniously on the riverbank. Xirr held the talisman and began to chant in an atonal, alien tongue. Suddenly he stopped and both intrepid wanderers stared expectantly at the rope.
With a hiss, one end of the coil rose from the ground and waved back and forth, tasting the air, imbued with new life. It quickly slithered away into the grass and out of sight. The two adventurers said nothing.
"I have a better talisman. Get more rope."
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Soon our two grave robbing heroes stood among an impressive array of knots and coils of rope. A loose, expandable harness had been tied around Blux, who had removed his armor and sword. A rope tied off at the center of the harness was tied around Xirr's waist, and he held the two packs slung over one shoulder and tied off to the rope supporting him. In one hand he held a tiny bronze statuette of a very round little woman.
"Okay, ready?"
Blux gave a thumbs up. "Ready."
Xirr started chanting again, atonal and droning. Soon, Blux began to bulge, his belly bloating out as his whole body widened and began to lift off the ground. Xirr chanted faster as Blux felt the ropes tighten around his rapidly filling body.
Swelling with gas, he ran his hands over his tight, hollow form. He was pumping up huge and wide, fast. Soon he had pulled the tether between him and Xirr tight, but the atonal chanting just grew faster and faster as minutes passed and Blux grew bigger and rounder, pumping up like an overinflated blimp. His huge, buoyant body began to float into the sky, pulling Xirr with it. The chanting stopped.
Blux was enormous, a tight, creaking parade balloon of a person. With all the pressure inside him, he felt like he could explode. He began to float away from the river, back toward Sarnath, fast. It was a windy day.
"I think we're blowing the wrong way! How long is this gonna last?!?" He shouted down to his erstwhile drug addled cultist friend.
"I don't know, I've never done this before!"
"Fuck! I hope we don't blow past Sarnath into the Screaming Moon Creature Wasteland!!!"
"Fuck. Fuuuck."
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This is really short and doesn't have a very descriptive inflation, but I'm pretty tired and I'm really stepping out of my comfort zone by writing something where nobody gets something stuck up their butt or explodes. If you don't like it, I can write you a more normal one.
Honestly this wasnt bad but you didnt have to rush this haha, though if you dont mind if you were to write something more up to your normal writing style, I really enjoyed the others you have written.
I'll write you another one once I finish inflating the rest of these, if you still want one. It was incredibly difficult, but I thought up an idea for an inflation story where no one even almost explodes, and I think you would like it.
I always love these, if you have time I would love one! :)
I'm of lean build, and would prefer to blow up into a spherical blueberry in front of my girlfriend and her mother. It's humiliating as they roll me around/poke me and I would love to pop!
Thanks!
"So... How do you like it?" She purred as she stared across the table.
"It's, um. It's delicious. I really like it. Yum. Thanks, Mrs. B." You made a motion of rubbing your stomach with your hand. Mmmm.
"Oh, you can just call me Violet, if you want..." It's great when your girlfriend's family likes you, but this was awkward. When your girlfriend's mom offered you a slice of homemade blueberry pie, you didn't expect her to sit across the table with her head leaning on her hand and stare dreamily at you while you ate it.
"Mmmmm. I'm so glad you like it. You must be really thirsty..." Violet stood and leaned over- no, bent over the table towards you, her more than generous milky white cleavage practically bulging out of her low cut blue dress just inches away from your half eaten plate of blueberry pie. She was lying on her belly in front of you, knees perched on her chair, her round ass arched up in the air and visibly straining the fabric of her dress. A wide red leather belt was cinched tightly around her narrow waist, just above the flare of her hips. For a long second, neither of you spoke.
"So... Can I get you something to drink?" Your eyes shifted back up to her face for only a second before she grabbed her own enormous pale breasts and squished them together. You had to admit, she was a strikingly beautiful, seductive woman. Old enough to be your mother, but her raw sexuality was impossible to ignore. A single soft muffled tap was audible from under the table where you were sitting.
"Or maybe my pie, instead?" You didn't resist as she gently brought a forkful of blueberry pie to your lips, smiling and biting the corner of her lower lip, barely able to contain herself.
It was just then that your girlfriend, who had been putting on makeup upstairs for the last 30 minutes, walked in wearing a skimpy red dress.
"Mom, what the fuck?! AGAIN?!"
"It's not what it looks like." They both ignored you.
"What?! Oh, come on! It's okay, he likes it!"
"I don't CARE if he likes it! I'm so sick of you stealing my boyfriends and blowing them up like blueberries!" Your girlfriend whined.
"Well, maybe you shouldn't bring them over and just abandon them, with nothing to do, all alone..." Still lying in front of you, she lifted your chin with a dainty finger and gave you a seductive wink.
"Fuck, he's turning blue already. Ugh, I knew I should have moved out as soon as I turned eighteen." Hmm. She was right, you were turning blue. And you were starting to feel kind of... Funny.
"But then I wouldn't have anyone to bring me all these handsome, willing-"
"MOOOOOMMM!! You're RUINING MY LIFE!!!" Your girlfriend screeched, the frustration building in her voice. Your normally lean belly had swollen out into a fertile dark blue bulge, and your pants were getting tight.
"Oh, don't be so dramatic," she raised herself up and dangled her legs off the edge of the table. Her panties were stretched taut over her big round ass, visible underneath the tight fabric of her dress. You could almost hear them creaking. The button popped off your pants and tinked against the underside of the table.
"Um, how big am I gonna get from this, exactly?" Your belly had filled into an impressive gravid orb, and your whole body was swollen with juice, straining your clothes.
"Mmmmm," Violet stood and pushed the table back, leaning down and looking you in the eye, smiling. "You're gonna get BIG." You could feel her hot breath on your face. It smelled just like blueberries. She leaned in and kissed you, closing her eyes and pressing her breasts against your pumped up body.
"GET OFF HIM!" Your girlfriend pushed between the two of you and shoved her mom back. Off balance, your girlfriend fell back against you, her lithe body laid back against your huge belly. Her ass slid down and landed on your tented boxers, your rock hard dick poking her tight little rump through her panties. She squealed and wiggled uncomfortably, trying to regain her balance and get off your lap, when suddenly the chair under you creaked and collapsed.
Your girlfriend got off your lap and stood shaking, blushing so hard that it looked like she was about to explode from embarrassment.
Creeeeeeak Oof. She wasn't the only one about to go boom. The pressure inside you was blowing you up fast. You were almost spherical, a tight round pumped up blueberry ready to pop.
Your girlfriend took a deep breath, composing herself and preparing for an angry rant, but you cut her off.
"Can we do something about this? I feel like I'm gonna explode, over here." A loud gurgle came from deep inside your belly.
Violet's lavender eyes lit up and she took a step towards the two of you.
"No, mom. Back off. I'm serious." Creaaaak.
"Come on, you heard him. He wants me to do something." You were huge. So round and full that you could explode at any second.
"He's MY boyfriend. Get away." Your girlfriend said nervously, acutely aware of the swelling boyfriend bomb right behind her.
"He's your boyfriend, huh? You don't know how to take care of a man like him. Why don't we let him decide who he belongs to?" Violet hissed, her beautiful violet eyes dark with jealousy and loneliness and pain.
My god, what a fucked up family dynamic.
"He'll choose me, mom... because he loves me." It was true.
Suddenly, you gurgled loudly and your belly swelled out, bumping your girlfriend's butt and knocking her off balance. She looked back nervously as you creaked once again, obviously way too full.
"Oh fuck, he's gonna explode! You can have him!" Your girlfriend plugged her ears and ran for cover behind the counter.
Violet sauntered up to you, purring loudly with triumphant lust as she tongue kissed your navel and ran her wet tongue down the huge, fertile swell of your lower belly. Panting, her hot breath on your skin, she slid just the tips of her fingers into the waistband of your boxers.
"This is the moment I've been-"
BLOOOOSH!
A blue deluge of juice flooded the kitchen as you exploded from internal pressure.
Violet pulled herself to her feet, totally drenched in juice.
"You know, maybe they wouldn't all explode if you let me actually juice one once in a while."
"Shut up, mom."
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I'm gonna be honest, I wasn't sure where to go with the girlfriend's mom thing, and this probably ended up being more embarrassing for your girlfriend than you. Also, strange childhood experiences can have profound effects on how we behave as adults.
I hope this story was acceptable.
Hi, I'm really loving your work it's amazing. This is me http://xhamster.com/photos/view/2927811-59997172.html as you can see I am fairly large breasted but I love the thought of hour glass inflation forced or accidental. If accidental I get turned on about it being embarrassing as I inflate and orgasm as people watch. They get turned on too. If forced it's all part of a bondage situation that's gotten out of hand. Oh and I love to pop x
You look up at me pleadingly as I tug your leash. I can see the embarrassment in your large expressive eyes as you sit there on your knees, generous rear end resting back on your heels, your pouty little mouth covered over by a strip of pink duct tape. Your hands are cuffed behind you, forcing your already extremely well-endowed breasts forward, pale cleavage bulging out of your pink PVC top.
"Come on, you little whore. Sit on it," I say, more of a tease than a command, as I tug upwards on your leash and scoot the pump closer to you. It's a bellows type foot pump, a squat rubber accordion with a spring holding it up, but this one is obviously different than any of the ones you've seen before. For one thing, the output valve is right on top and it has a big pink buttplug with a hole in the tip screwed directly onto the it. For another, that spring looks really heavy duty. Like you'd have to stand on it to pump it. Or, well, sit on it.
I walk around behind you and give you a little push forward, holding your dainty cuffed hands to keep you from helplessly falling face first into the ground as your body leans forward, ass raised into the air. I spread your feet apart, slide the pump under you, and lower your latex panty clad rear onto the lubed up plug.
You giggled and thought it was cute when I drew a silver bullseye on your bum earlier; you were expecting it to eventually become relevant symbolism, but not like this.
I hold your cuffed hands and grab your shoulder, sitting you up and back, pressing the entire weight of your body onto the plug. There is a brief squeak and then a pop as the huge plug slides into your tight ass, poking a hole in your panties. The sudden drop of all your weight onto the pump collapses it for a moment and you squeal as a blast of air shoots up your rump, and then the spring rebounds and lifts your butt back off the floor. I walk back to your front and twirl a lock of your hair in my hand as you look up at me helplessly.
"Okay, now bounce." Your eyes widen and you shake your head from side to side, blushing and letting out a little muffled squeal from under the strip of pink tape covering your mouth.
I put my hands on your shoulders and give you a little push down, pumping a blast of air into you. You rebound and I keep pushing your shoulders, bouncing you up and down as your impressive bust swells into two big pale gravity defying orbs straining your top and your hips and ass pump up wide and tight, squeaking in your underwear. You let out a surprised little squeal with every pump.
"Look, I can tell you're enjoying yourself, you little slut." You blush bright red, so hard you can feel your face warming up. Instead of nodding, you just stare back at me with big guilty eyes and wiggle helplessly as I bounce you up and down, pumping you like a tire pump. Your ass is huge, two huge curves of pale flesh with a taut triangle of black rubber stretched transparently taut across them, so round that I can see the now oval top curve of the bullseye from where I stand with my hands on your shoulders. Your tits are tight white orbs, exaggerated pale balloons with soft pink nipples peeking above the edge of your stretched pink top.
I give you a few more bounces and stop, walking behind you as I fish the keys out of my pocket. I bend down and undo the handcuffs. Your hands fly up to your huge hips, squeezing and caressing them, then to the gentle curve of your uninflated tummy, then up to your pumped up tits. I twirl a lock of your hair and watch you rubbing your inflated body. You reach a hand up to your mouth and feel for the corner of the tape, but I swat your hand back down to your breasts.
"No, I don't want to hear your moaning yet, you pumped up bitch," I say, the last three words sounding like the most degrading compliment you've ever received. Standing behind you, I put my hands back on your shoulders and keep pumping. You start pushing with your legs, harder and faster, until you're bouncing yourself, using your own pumped up thighs to blow yourself bigger and bigger, tighter and tighter.
I walk around to your front and rest my hands with yours on your balloon like chest as you bounce, panting and squealing.
"I'll take the tape off, but you have to stay quiet. No moaning. Ready?" Still bouncing, you nod eagerly. I reach up and pull the tape off. You immediately let out an involuntary pleasured squeal before clapping your hands over your mouth and going back to muffled squeaks.
There is a soft pop, and your underwear explodes into rubber confetti around your gigantic ass. You're pumping up big; I couldn't reach across your pale round pneumatic bum with both hands if I tried, and I walked behind you and I'm trying.
"How does it feel?"
You open uncover your mouth to speak between pants, and I give your ass a hard unexpected spank. You moan. Loudly.
"I said no moaning. I'm gonna have to punish you," I say as I pull a bike pump out from under the bed. "Open wide."
You open your mouth, smiling and closing your eyes as I put the hose in and start pumping. With double the airflow, you're soon an exaggerated blimp of a female, breasts and hips blown up like a caricature of a fertility goddess. You creak loudly, explosion imminent, and I pull out the tire pump.
You moan openly, bouncing and pumping yourself up tighter and tighter, creaking more and more as the pressure builds. A powerful internal tightness builds to a feeling of uncontainable pressure, and you stop, panting hard.
"Did I tell you to stop? Keep pumping. I want to see you pop." You're almost there. Even without pumping, you're slowly expanding on your own.
You moan again and nod, bouncing as the pressure builds and a surge of pleasure flows through your inflated body. You orgasm powerfully, wiggling and moaning as your body creaks and surges out, the pressure overcoming your ability to hold it in. Your moan turns into a scream of pleasure as your overpumped blimp ass and gigantic tits swell one final time and you explode in a hollow thunderous KABOOM!
I peel a big piece of stretched pink PVC off my face as a small wet spot forms at the apex of the tent in my pants.
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I hope this is okay! I'm probably going to try and write an accidental inflation story about you at some point, too. I have another idea that I think is relevant, and I'd hate for it to go to waste.
Nice tits, by the way.
Oh god, you have no idea how turned on I am right now. Your story is amazing. I'm going to use one of my inflable butt plugs on myself tonight. X. I will re-read the story as I inflate myself.
Male, roughly 5'11, skinny, small but toned butt, brown hair.
i love forced air or water inflation and hose in the butt. no popping please and for the rest i dont mind.
thank you
Can you tell me a little more about your mother? I mean, uh, preferences?
What do you really, really like to see?
i don't want to implies my mother so maybe a coworker or a good friend (female off course).
like marie-lee, she is a good friend, and we work together in a hotel, she was a the reception and me was preparing room for reception.
she is maybe abort 5' 7'' , brown hair, petite figure with a bubble butt and wear glass.
this will be nice if we inflate together.
And Thank you again for the time you put in this.
Apologizing profusely, you backed out of the room. You occasionally walked in on someone packing their luggage past checkout time, but this was the first time you had ever walked in on a customer inflating herself like a balloon.
"Wait! It's okay, come in!" She seemed a little embarrassed, but thankfully not angry. You obeyed, closing the door behind you. It would be best if you could smooth this over and not get a complaint for walking in on a customer in a compromising situation.
"Okay, it's exactly what it looks like. I know, this is weird." She was about average height, with long black hair and bangs. Her tight top had a cartoony picture of an explosion and was stretched across her huge, melon sized tits. Her hips and ass were pumped up, obviously pneumatically voluptuous beyond what would be natural for a girl with such a comparatively small waist. A hose ran from the big yellow air compressor on the floor down the back of her short shorts.
"Wait, are you... inflating yourself?" She was slowly getting bigger, and her hand was perched on the switch of the compressor. You were pretty sure she was inflating herself, but you almost couldn't believe your eyes.
"You're blushing a lot. Want to feel?" She twisted the valve and the soft hiss of the air compressor stopped. She grabbed your hand and put it on the warm bare skin of her hip, above the waistband of her stretched out shorts. She was tight and springy, like a balloon.
"Can you get bigger?" She only smiled and twisted the valve, hard. The hissing picked up louder than before and you could feel the gas vibrate inside her as it surged through the hose and up her rump. Her body swelled, widening and filling out as her already small clothes stretched tighter and tighter over her enromous hips and breasts. Her belly was looking slightly bloated, but still slim.
"So, care to join me?" She grabbed another hose attached to the air compressor and held it up to you. You hesitated.
"Here, let me help you." Before you could respond, she spun you around, pulled down your pants, and stuck the hose up your ass. You briefly considered resisting, but it's kind of hard to when a pretty girl is aggressively trying to fulfill your secret sexual fantasy, you know?
Your stomach gurgled loudly as the air flowed rapidly into you, swelling your stomach out like a balloon. You bloated rapidly, your entire body puffing and swelling, straining your clothes.
"It's a little different for guys. Instead of inflating like an hourglass, you just blow up all over. Male balloons seem to be a lot more volatile than females, too."
"Volatile?" You asked, hands resting on your expanding belly, feeling your fingers slowly spreading apart as you grew bigger and bigger.
"Yeah, boys have a tendency to get too big and go kaboom. I think it's a testosterone thing. Trying to impress girls, you know? But don't worry, I promise I won't let you overdo it." The wink she gave you and the nonchalance of her explosion related statement made you wonder if she really thought watching you pop would be such a bad thing.
You casually reached behind you to see if you could still reach the hose. Nope. Oh well, she seemed nice enough. Might as well enjoy this.
You were getting huge, now. Your arms and legs were pumped tight, restricting your movement. Your entire torso was hugely swollen, your belly tight and drumlike with the pressure inside you. Your new friend seemed ecstatic, grinning widely as she tried to stretch her arms across your enormous body, pressing her pumped up tits into your belly. You relaxed, twirling a lock of her glossy black hair in your fingers as you stared down her back at the crack of her overinflated ass, hose disappearing into it. You creaked softly.
"Wow, you're getting really big, I'm impressed." She nuzzled your belly and kissed your navel, wiggling her tongue inside it. "Tell me when you feel like we should stop. You feel really tight."
It was true, you did feel really tight. You were full of a powerful, tense pressure that was growing exponentially. With her huge tits pressed into and dwarfed by your nearly spherical body, arms barely able to reach across half of it, you felt absolutely gigantic. You creaked again, but you definitely had some more room.
"Hey, call the front desk for me?" She complied, dialling the front desk and holding the phone up to you.
"Loveshack Hotel, no questions asked ever, Marie Lee speaking, how may I help you today?"
"Hey, come down to room 208, you're gonna like this."
nice job and thank you again
Damn me being on vacation and missing this.
Male, 5ft 7 , slim but toned. Into full body inflation with helium via the butt, clothes bursting and rounding out. Ill leave popping or no popping upto you :-) wouldnt mind the scenario being somekind of revenge from a girlfriend or boyfriend.
"Mmmm. Just relax." She broke off the kiss and knelt down in front of you, pulling down your pants and reaching into your tented boxers. You ran your hand through her hair, playing with it as she grinned up at you, stroking slowly and giving you an occasional teasing kiss through your stretched boxers.
"Ready for your surprise?" You nodded eagerly and pulled her in closer as she slid down your boxers and grabbed your dick, running a long lick up the underside and taking the head into her mouth. A hand pulled down the back of your boxers and you felt a lubed up rubber hose slide up your butt. Your girlfriend pulled away from your erection.
"Surprise!" We both yelled together. Your girlfriend giggled.
"I can't believe you didn't notice me sneaking up on you." I said, slapping your hand away from the hose. "And you thought you could get away with cheating without us finding out, too." Gas was rushing into you fast, bloating your stomach up in front of you.
"Well, this is really awkward. I guess I just didn't expect you two to ever meet and figure it out." You blushed, more out of sexual stimulation as you blew up than embarrassment. Your hips and ass had blown up to match your swollen belly. You had the gravid bulge of a pregnant woman, and you were still growing larger as helium gurgled through you.
"Wow. We work at the same job, and you didn't think we'd ever figure it out? Are you serious?" Your girlfriend looked incredulous. "Yeah, let's blow him. He deserves it."
She leaned back and took a deep breath, her chest and belly both filling up, before wrapping her mouth around your dick and blowing hard. Just as she started to blow, I cranked the flow rate on the tank all the way up to full.
Your body creaked dangerously and the pressure inside you skyrocketed as you quickly doubled in size, widening out as your pneumatic gut and overinflated bottom tightened. You felt like a human bomb, full of absolutely overwhelming pressure, about to explode right there. Your body let out another long, loud creak.
Suddenly, the pressure abated as your girlfriend stopped blowing and sat back, panting for breath. I turned the tank back to half pressure.
You had blown up really big really fast, but we hadn't managed to make you go boom. Your shirt was stretched tight over your inflating body, and your boxers and pants had slid down off your ankles and onto the ground, leaving you completely exposed from the waist down. I wrapped a cord around your ankles and tied you down as a precautionary measure.
"Whew. I think we might need more pressure." Your girlfriend said, still out of breath as she walked over and pulled another helium tank out from behind a bush.
"Oh, you brought one too?"
"Of course!" She chirped happily, obviously pleased with her foresight.
"You're so smart. This-"
"Hey! Why don't you two go get a room?" You interrupted from over your bloated body, still tightening as more and more helium flowed into you. You lifted off the ground and bobbed against the cord tethering you to the earth.
"That was the plan, actually, as soon as we're done with you." Your girlfriend snapped back. She slid the hose on the other helium tank into your belly button. Your shirt burst into confetti, leaving you naked.
"Okay, I'll take top, you take bottom." She nodded and got back down on her knees, taking your overinflated member in one hand, tank valve in another as I stood over her and faced you, hand on the valve of the other tank. "Ready? 1... 2... 3!"
We both inhaled deeply, bellies filling with air, and twisted our tanks to full blast and blew as hard as we could as I kissed you on the lips and your girlfriend blew into your dick.
You swelled rapidly, creaking, the pressure inside you so intense that you felt like you were in the process of exploding as you widened and grew rounder and tighter. You creaked loudly and your inflation slowed as you reached an apex of pressure, and you watched my eyes widen with surprise as me and your girlfriend were overcome by the pressure and started to bloat with helium.
We held on, fighting against the pressure as the three of us inflated, pushing hard to make you explode as we swelled and our clothes tore to shreds. With two people and two tanks filling you, it didn't take long. You groaned, creaking loudly like some huge, loud object that explodes, crested over your limit, and rapidly bloated out several feet in every direction.
KAAABOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
Stunned by the blast and not tethered to the ground, your girlfriend and I flew upwards. By the time we had shaken off the shock of your sudden detonation, we were 40 feet in the air. Our naked bodies rapidly floated higher and higher, swelling bigger and bigger as the atmospheric pressure around us dropped. Your girlfriend creaked first, loudly.
"Oh shit." I gulped.
"Might as well make the most of this, right?" She reached over and pulled me in closer as we shot into the sky together.
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Hamlet ending. Get that bodycount. I hope you like it.
That was amazing! Thank you!
Good to see something like this again.
Male and average build, and calm personality-wise. I'm into full body inflation, preferably with air and I do enjoy popping. I like to be part of a competitive scene and forced to partake in it's "dangerous" game. The rest of the details is up to you.
With inflation related carnival games exploding (heh) in popularity and available staff running low, the decision had been made to switch over to more competitive events. One of the most popular of these involved two opponents donning brain activity measuring headbands linked to air hoses snaked up eachother's rears and trying to inflate eachother through sheer force of will.
So far, it was a popular decision, and there had been no shortage of volunteers. The competitors in this match were a guy wearing a tacky tuxedo pattern t-shirt and a tall brown haired girl with glasses and a tank top a size too small for her chest. The guy was obviously a little drunk, swaying slightly as he walked onto the exhibition platform. His female opponent was obviously only drunk on attention, grinning as she strutted forward, waving and blowing kisses to the cheering crowd. The two opponents approached the referee girl standing in the center of the platform. A loud bang sounded somewhere in the distance.
"Oh well, this is gonna be a quick one," thought Kate, standing in between the two pumps in her admittedly tasteless black and white striped referee bikini. She had been officiating matches for about a week, and a few trends had emerged: drunk people can't concentrate on anything for very long, bigger people can usually hold more air, and guys tend to get distracted and lose focus when pretty girls blow up in front of them. This chick wasn't fat, but she was definitely very curvy, and noticably taller than her drunken male opponent. Kate reached down to the pouch on her hip and checked for her earplugs. Safety first, people.
"Okay, do both of you know how to play?" They nodded. "Alright, take off your pants and have a seat on the nozzles."
The crowd roared as you and your opponent pulled down your pants, drowning out a barely audible boom from elsewhere on the fairgrounds. You couldn't help but stare at her curvy body as she bit her lip and lowered herself onto her nozzle. She caught you looking, said something inaudible, and pointed at you before puffing out her cheeks and mimicking an explosion with her hands.
She giggled as you pulled your t-shirt down over your obvious erection and lowered yourself down onto the nozzle, wiggling your hips to get more comfortable. The referee blushed and gave you a look that spoke of complete job satisfaction, pausing to stare for a moment before she raised a chequered flag and stepped between you and your opponent.
"3... 2... 1... Inflate!" She swept the flag downwards and stepped back as the crowd screamed. You stared at the smug, voluptuous girl sitting across from you, concentrating hard as you felt the pump underneath you whirr to life. A long breath of air flowed into you, filling out your flat belly and thickening your ass and thighs. You sat, bloating up for a long minute before your opponent's thick thighs and gently rounded belly began to bulge.
The two of you stared intently with concentration across the platform as you blew up, fighting the distracting sensations of tightness and growth as you swelled bigger and bigger. The crowd was calmly watching, a jagged murmur of scattered conversations and laughter floating across the arena. A muffled boom punctuated the babble.
Macy gritted her teeth and focused, aware only of the bloating boy in front of her and a vague sense of irony and humor that she was unable to pin down. She felt the tube up her ass blowing into her, fingers spreading apart on the curve of her belly as the machine beneath her vibrated. She was definitely big, but her opponent was bigger. Even with her natural headstart, his hips had caught up to and then inflated past the size of her own, now nearly twice as wide. His belly and ass were much bigger, too, and he was rounder overall.
Feeling secure in her opponent's huge lead, Macy's eyes drifted down to his overinflated member. His inflation slowed for a second as a perverse thought flashed behind her eyes.
"Hey! Do you like me all blown up like this?!" Macy shouted across the platform. He kept staring. She winked and reached her puffy arms up, squeezing her huge balloon tits together and wiggling on the hose. He faltered. Her top popped one final stitch and exploded into shreds.
The crowd went crazy, and Macy concentrated hard at the clueless guy across from her. The air flowing into her had slowed virtually to a stop, and the balloon boy in front of her was blowing up even faster than before, rounding out into a pumped up pneumatic bomb.
"This is it, I'm gonna explode this dude, he's huge. I can't wait," she thought, clenching her fists with effort as she focused. Her opponent was bloating fast.
A speck of color caught her eye; far away, just barely at the edge of sight, she saw a clown. She couldn't quite make out what it was doing. Eating something? She squinted. A small pink shape became visible beside the clown's colorful head. A balloon animal? A nearby explosion snapped her back to reality, but it was too late.
In the long moment where your opponent was distracted, your inflation had stopped and you had stopped fantasizing about doing dirty things to her long enough to regain your bearings and start inflating her again. You focused hard, and she yelped and blushed as a powerful blast of air exploded into her bum. Her eyes widened in surprise behind her glasses as her inflation rapidly picked up speed, body creaking as she bulged, almost unable to stretch fast enough. The noise of the crowd lifted into a surging scream of intoxicated enthusiasm.
You zoned in, concentrating with the single minded fixation of a drunk person obsessively preoccupied with one specific fun thing. You had started to bloat again, but slower than before. Your curvy panicked opponent wiggled as she blew up, meeting and then quickly surpassing your size. Your bodies let out a loud, long, simultaneous creak.
She was bigger than you, but you could feel the pressure inside you building up into a powerful explosion. Neither of you were still growing, but your almost spherical bodies were becoming more and more pressurized by the second. You creaked, holding yourself together through a potential detonation. You had to blow this bitch before she made you go boom. All you could think of were synonyms for "explode."
The pneumatic beauty across from you wiggled in panic and shouted something inaudible to you, eyes closed and fists balled against the tremendous pressure inside her. You were pretty sure whatever she was yelling was either an insult or sexual in nature, or probably both. She bit her lip as her round body creaked, surged out, and detonated with a deafening BOOOOOOOOOOOM! Pink confetti and glitter drifted from the sky.
"Holy shit," thought Kate as she was blown back by the pressure wave of the overpumped girl finally exploding. She hadn't expected that one, and apparently neither had the crowd; they were going completely insane. A bunch of shirtless screaming drunks stood in a line with letters painted on their chests spelling some complete gibberish about a creepy inflator or something. A girl dressed in a sailor costume tried to swept one of them off his feet to kiss him and they clumsily fell on the ground. There was a clown juggling bowling pins. It was total chaos. Thank god there were no children present at this carnival, at all.
The crowd's shrieks turned to a captivated silence as Kate removed her earplugs and stepped towards the creaking blimp on stage, tuxedo print shirt barely still stretched over his pneumatic swell.
"You won, obviously. That was amazing," she smiled. He creaked softly, trying hard to hold in the explosive pressure. She tucked away her earplugs. "I was wondering if after this you might want to go with me and we could grab a-"
BOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The stunned crowd watched as Kate was thrown back on her ass by your sudden detonation.
"Fuck, oh my god, owwwww..." She moaned in pain and surprise, clutching her ears as she slowly wobbled up onto unsteady legs, face plastered with sparkling blue glitter. The ringing in her ears was so loud it was making her nauseous, and the entire crowd was silently staring at her. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment, barely visible beneath the confetti and glitter stuck to almost every inch of her body. One of her co-workers, Yates, walked up and helped steady her.
"I need a break, I'm gonna go eat some inflation cotton candy or some bullshit..." Kate slurred.
"Kate, I think you have a concussion."
"What? I can't hear you."
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I got the idea for the concentration based pump from a topic biff97 made.
I did a weird thing with POV here that I will probably not repeat. Every time someone explodes, perspective shifts. Tell me if this is confusing.
As always, I love criticism from everyone. Please tell me what you did or did not like about this.
If you want to go for first-person, then I would put the referee girl as the main perspective. It would better describe the scene. Otherwise you did good for alternating perspectives.
Great job and thanks.
I'm not roo sure how this works, but I'll give it a try.
I, personally, am of eastern descent. I say that because when I say I'm rather small [~5ft], I don't want the connection to be obvious.
That said I always pictured I would inflate myself by breathing deeply, going to the very limit before puff kissing someone else and blowing all the air I had into them. And whether it's compensating for height or not, I like to imagine I could get far bigger [40ft~] than the one getting kissed.
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Might as well try my luck in here
5'10 29 y.o. black male slim/muscular build into full body inflation. Love the idea of suddenly blowing up out of my clothes in front of my friends, all of us shocked and amazed as I grow bigger and bigger before their eyes. Me blushing hard as my already big butt gets even bigger. No popping, but once I'm done growing be fun to have them poke me and roll me around some. Emphasis on clothing destruction appreciated.
Wow you're pretty good. I'll throw my hat in here.
Male, 5'11", average build. Huge fan of cartoonish scenarios involving air or helium, being blown up to float around (not too high) with me getting punctured and flying around at the end. Maybe in public depending on who blows me up.
I went ahead and submitted all of the ones I've written so far as stories.
I might be a little extra busy this weekend, but I plan to fill absolutely every request in this thread to the best of my ability. A lot of these are extremely interesting.
Edit: Actually, seeing how much has been piled on you - I'd rather withdraw to reduce the load ^_^
Looking forward to the time when you finish all that - and see you on the other side. That note on DA is still there. ^_^
Thanks for every story you make.
Hi there! I'm kinda new to this "How would I inflate you" so here I go.
I'm male, hetero, average build. I'm totaly into oral inflation(when a woman inflates someone by blowing really hard into my mouth or especially by blowing hard into a hose/tube attached to the victim's mouth or penis).
Do you think you can put a strong emphasis on the woman's cheeks when she blows into the tube?(realllyyyyyy puffing her cheeks to the maximum, taking loud inhale between each breath)
I really love when a sexy woman inflates someone to pop like this(I'm not into gore though).
Thank you very much and sorry for my crappy english!
Hey, I don't want to make this overbearing on you by adding another one but I love these types of threads and would love to see you write one for me if time permits you.
Im Male, 5'11" a bit skinny with a small belly, this may be a bit odd but I like more cartoonish inflations which involve the victim getting flattened and then inflated back to normal, then beyond that. I like teasing, especially from women, and a little public humiliation. I also like if my inflator would tie a string to my ankle or something and tug me around like a helpless balloon. Also, I'd prefer helium because of the floating after effects. I think that about sums it up, if you have any questions feel free to ask.
I'm having fun writing these. If anyone wants one but doesn't want to post it up here, feel free to message me!
That goes for weird things other than inflation, too. There are only two things I won't write, and I sort of doubt anyone is going to ask for them. Pretty much everything is free game.
I'm serious.
I love these! Thanks a bunch.
I'm tall, lean for the most part. Would like to blow up like a blueberry in public, with it being very humiliating/frightning, people poking and rolling me. And at the end I pop.
Maybe other people in the area blow up as well?