Yet Another: How Would I Inflate You?

Thanks so much for the kind words.

I have an idea for this one, and I'm looking forward to writing it.

Also, I used the name Natalie in the previous story. Oops. I guess she really gets around.

Can you give me a little more information on how you want these girls to be written, if you have any specific preferences?

Sorry again about the white space. This is awful, I'll try to figure it out soon.

Woops. Forgot about this.

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Life on the Planet 1131 Space Colony was pretty nice, Wayland reflected. He had been lucky enough to be selected for a pioneer colony, which meant he and four attractive female colonists had been sent to a remote corner of the galaxy to build a habitable complex and potentially eventually a small but stable population of humans. Of course, pioneer colonists were chosen more for their optimism and social compatibility than for useful skills or abilities, but who cares when you and your four best friends have free reign of a multi-billion credit (not particularly valuable actually, adjusting for inflation) space station on the surface of an alien world?

Waylander was suddenly snapped out of his reverie by a blinking red light in the corner of the control panel of his space procrastination station. He activated his space communications earpiece.

"Airlock 6 is malfunctioning. Again," Tina's voice buzzed through his earpiece. "Natalie, Wayland, can you go check it out?" As the only member of the five person crew with the attention span required to operate the station sensor array, the unenviable position of Station Administrator fell to Tina, and she was by far the busiest person on the station at virtually any given time. She got to sit around on her ample bottom and order the other crewmembers around, but at what cost?

The prospect of having a job that required his constant attention terrified Wayland. He quickly confirmed over the network and set off to meet Natalie at Airlock 6.

The banal details of Wayland's walk are of no particular importance to the story, suffice to say that amidst all the every day repetition that had grown routine, he forgot to grab his space helmet on the way out of the recreation wing. Which was on the other side of the station from Airlock 6. Oh well, fuck it. I'm sure he'll be fine.

Natalie was already waiting at the airlock when Wayland arrived. Plump and curvaceous, she was wearing a skin-tight white space suit instead of her usual tank top and leather pants.

"Hey Wayland! It looks like the space bolt washer assembly is shorted out, so we'll have to actually go into the airlock to fix it. You brought your helmet, right?" Asked Natalie, eager to advance the plot of this story.

"Uh," paused Wayland, staring at Natalie's enormous tits as they slowly bounced with every word she said in the low gravity of Planet 1131. "No, I forgot it. It's over on the other side of the station."

"Oh well, fuck it. I'm sure you'll be fine." This is one of the many reasons Natalie was great. She didn't care about using protection.

She buckled on her space helmet and the two of you climbed into the airlock chamber. The space bolt washer assembly looked like an easy fix; the piece of chewing gum holding the connector wires together had fallen off. Wayland bent down to pick up the gum and began to carefully fuck with the important wiring in the assembly, looking for any stray ends that needed to be gummed back together.

"What are you guys up to? This looks fun!" Emma's giddy vapid squeal (selected for optimism and social compatibilty) momentarily startled Wayland, despite being muffled by her helmet. He accidentally brushed a few wire ends together that weren't supposed to be brushed together.

Suddenly and simultaneously, the internal door of the airlock slammed shut and the external door jolted up very slightly, just enough to break the seal and expose the chamber to the vacuum of space. A red alarm light started spinning around and beeping frantically on the ceiling.

Wayland immediately felt a strange bloated feeling in his midsection, and his skin tight spacesuit started to feel tighter.

"Oh shit. Oh fuck. What did you guys do!?" Tina buzzed through the comms network.

"Um. We opened the airlock like, a little bit. Wayland isn't wearing a helmet." Emma chirped.

"I'm starting to feel a little... Full. I think I might be decompressing."

Natalie just stood silently and started at Wayland's stocky body as it slowly began to round out, his swelling belly pressing against his suit.

"Yes, no shit. The airlock is open! Heather, get there and fix this!" Tina buzzed. Ah, yes. Heather, the bisexual Australian girl with the electrical engineering degree. She had almost been chosen as station administrator, but nobody could understand her accent through the communications network. At this time, she blurted out a heavily accented couple syllables over the net. Our heroes could only hope that they were some kind of affirmative.

Emma quickly kneeled and started grabbing at wires, trying to find the correct combination to close the airlock again. Wayland stared at her huge ass, straining her suit.

"Wow, you're really blowing up," Seemingly unconcerned with getting the door closed, Natalie sidled up to Wayland's swelling body and brushed a hand up the curve of his lower belly. By now he was clearly inflated, his stance widening to accomodate his pumped up form. He felt hollow and full and pressurized, and he was slowly swelling bigger all over.

"Natalie, shouldn't you be helping me with this, at least until Heather gets here?!"

"Nah. I know what I'm doing until she shows up." She grabbed the space zipper at the collar of his space suit and pulled downward, opening up the suit and freeing his surging body to balloon twice as fast as before. The visor of her helmet fogged; she was panting hard.

Inside the station a tiny redhead in a space suit could be seen, frantically pounding on the airlock door and shouting silently. Why wasn't her helmet headset on? Oh, that's right. Emma had removed it and hidden it because she couldn't understand Heather on spacewalks anyway and wanted to listen to audio books.

Wayland was huge now, and rapidly blowing up, his huge round body dwarfing Natalie's voluptuous one by comparison. He creaked loudly. She pressed her soft body against his huge, hard, round one, and leaned in close to whisper in his ear.

"You're enjoying this too, aren't you?" She seductively whispered into his ear. Of course, her helmet piece was still active, so everybody but Heather heard it. Thankfully, Emma was too busy bent over and pulling at wires to comment, and Tina was already running damage calculations and preparing to seal the internal station doors in case Wayland's detonation took out the internal airlock.

"Uffff. I feel like I'm gonna blow." Wayland huffed. He moved his hand over to Natalie's plump butt and gave it a squeeze. Definitely enjoying it. He was huge all over now, pumped up nearly spherical and tight and creaking. Natalie's visor was almost opaque with condensation.

"It looks nice. I think I'll join you." Natalie unbuckled her helmet and tossed it into the corner. Tina squawked something at her through her helmet earpiece, but it was too far away and too quiet for her to hear. Immediately, her body began to swell, her soft belly and breasts pressing into Wayland's pneumatic side and her rear expanding against his hand.

The petite redheaded Australian had stopped pounding at the door and was staring awestruck through the window.

Reaching his limit, Wayland creaked loud and long, his enormous body swelling one last inch before he suddenly blew, an echoing BOOM reverberating through the silent vacuum of space (artistic license). His explosion simultaneously slammed Emma face first into the wiring compartment and blew the outer door of the airlock wide open. Suddenly exposed to vacuum, the remaining atmosphere of the chamber rushed out into space, taking Natalie's swelling form with it.

Firmly lodged in the wiring compartment, Emma kicked and wiggled as Natalie drifted off away from the station, swelling bigger and bigger as she rubbed her growing body and reached up to unzip her space suit.

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I hope this is alright!

None of these girls are actual people, are they? They're just sexual fantasies with particular names, and there are at least four of them?