The Air Potion, Part 4

“Honey, guess what I found!”  John exclaimed, rushing into the bedroom where I lay reading.  I was only wearing my panties and a tank top, just lounging around reading my book, and I sat up and covered myself as he came bursting through the door.  “What are you so excited about?”  I asked him, surprised.  I relaxed a little as I saw he was alone, but was curious about the small, green glass vial he held in his hand.

“It’s an air potion!”  He told me, holding it up proudly.  I sighed and rolled my eyes.  We had been dating for almost a year and a half, and just over two months ago he’d told me about his fetish.  See, it may sound strange to you(well, maybe not to you guys), but he was into “body inflation”.  I didn’t get it at first, what was so exciting about someone blowing up like a balloon?  But I really loved him, so I played along.  We did goofy things like watch Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory while we fooled around, when he asked me to talk dirty I would say things like: “Oh, I’m getting so full, what’s happening to me?”  and “Oh, I’m blowing up like a balloon…”.  A few times we even got me some baggy clothes and stuffed them with pillows and padding and stuff and I pretended I was all blown up.

Like I said, silly stuff, actually it was kind of fun.  I wasn’t really excited about it, but John was, and so I did it anyway.  He was always trying to come up with new things to do and games to play, we were even contemplating buying one of those inflatable latex suits off the internet.  But it was hard to put up with it all the time, and now he came home with what looked like a bottle of water, rushing in like a kid on Christmas morning when I was trying to relax.  It was a little trying sometimes.  “How much did you spend on that?”  I asked suspiciously.

He was practically jumping up and down in place, I had to admit it was kind of cute.  “That’s the great thing.”  He told me, “it was free!”  Now I was really suspicious.  I put down my book and sat up, folding my arms around my knees.  “How did you manage that?”  I asked him.  He held the bottle out in front of him, it was unmarked; a simple green glass vial filled with clear liquid.  I was sure he had gotten ripped off somehow.  

“Well, I walked into this place, just goofing around, this like mystic shop or something.  And this old Chinese guy gave it to me and told me I should have it.  No charge!”  I raised my eyebrow and he stammered a little.  “That was it, he told me to leave after that… he, he warned me to only take one sip at a time?”  He looked reproachful now, God, he was like a little puppy.  I couldn’t stay mad.  I grinned broadly and reached out for it.  “I suppose you want me to try it now?”  I asked.  His big, childish grin washed back over his face and he nodded eagerly.  

I grabbed the bottle and inspected it more closely, finding nothing new.  “You really think this is gonna blow me up?”  I asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.  He shrugged, “it’s worth a try.”  He said, obviously getting impatient.  “You’re hoping it’ll make me a big, fat, ripe, balloon-girl?”  I asked, getting into it a little.  He looked about ready to pop himself.  Alright, maybe I wasn’t into it yet, but teasing him with it was fun, and I had to admit, there was a certain appeal…

I unscrewed the cap and put it to my lips, shooting one more teasing glance at John.  He could barely contain himself.  Smiling to myself, I took a sip.  I set the vial down, and started thinking of something I could say or do to make it look like I was really blowing up.  But, to my great surprise, I found I didn’t have to.  

A wave of euphoria washed over me, so great I swooned a little.  And then I felt it, a pressure in my stomach.  “Oh God.”  I moaned, John’s eyes shot wide open and he leaned forward.  I put a hand to my stomach, and felt it actually expanding!  John had been right for a change!  But aside from that, I was amazed at how good it felt.  My stomach bloated outwards, stretching the elastic waistband of my panties.  I felt it spread up into my chest, a hollow, slightly forceful feeling that sent waves of euphoria through my chest and the rest of me.  I moaned again, pressing my left hand to my breasts, which were also swelling.

“I- I’m blowing up!”  I stammered, not wanting to lessen things for John now that he was finally getting what he wanted.  I leaned backwards, letting some pressure off of my swelling belly.  My tits pushed outwards, straining my small tank top, my nipples as hard as diamonds.  “I’m actually becoming a balloon!”  I said.  My eyes were closed the whole time, it was all I could do to focus enough to form the words, but I knew John had to be going crazy.  Sure enough, I felt his hand rub my bloating stomach.  It sent waves of pleasure like electricity coursing through my body.  “You are.”  He said, in awe.  “You’re becoming a blimp.”  He said reverently.
I smiled to myself as I felt my ass start to swell.  My panties pulled into a wedgie, sending a little thrill up my spine.  I felt it lift me off of the bed, and my thighs rubbed together as they too started to swell.  “I’m becoming a blimp.”  I repeated, this time for myself more than John.  I could hardly believe it, but moreso I couldn’t believe how good it felt!  My torso was completely bloated now, rounding out like a sausage, my balloon-breasts sticking off of the front, and the sphere of my gut taking up the bottom.  

I felt the air flow through my shoulders and into my biceps, and my arms raised from my sides as they too began to bloat.  “How big am I gonna get?”  I asked, almost rhetorically.  “Huge.”  John whispered.  I had no idea if he knew what he was talking about, but I actually hoped he was right.  I kept swelling and swelling, inflating like a balloon.

When the swelling finally stopped, the euphoria continued to wash over me like waves, and I finally opened my eyes to see how huge I had become.  Honestly I was smaller than I thought, but I was still huge.  Bigger than humanly possible, at least without sagging.  I really was a balloon now!  And it felt so damn good!  “I’m a balloon.”  I told John.  “Yes.” He whispered back, rubbing his hands up and down my bloated form, running them up my stomach, sending waves of euphoria rushing through me.  I moaned a little and closed my eyes again.

His hands cupped and squeezed my breasts, his thumbs rubbed over my nipples.  I cried out a little, biting my lower lip.  Jesus Christ this was amazing!  “How does it feel?”  John asked.  “Unbelievable.”  I moaned.  “If I knew it felt this good,” I told him, “I would’ve let you blow me up a long time ago.”  At that John lost it.  He stood up and undid his pants, and I felt him trying to pull my panties down over my bloated thighs.  I found that I couldn’t wait, urging him to hurry with my mind.  “Fuck me.”  I told him, and I felt him fumble to go faster.  “Fuck your balloon.”  I moaned, and with that he tore my panties to shreds, and pushed my bloated legs apart.  And I found that the only thing better than being inflated, was being fucked while inflated.