Island Girl, The

Well, I’m off, she said. She had just gotten off the bus, and was on her way to the first day teaching her kindergarten class. She just got out of school, she told me on the bus. I could barely keep my eyes off the girl, she was beautiful. She could have said anything and I think I would have listened. Never saw her eyes, though. She was wearing those fading kind of sun glasses, they covered them up pretty good. Her orange brown hair was tied back behind her head, the sun was glaring off her hair through the window of the bus. Her tight black blouse showed off her body rather well, and I was well taken by her. God, she was beautiful. She had a long black skirt, too, with tan floral patterns on it, and just plain old sandles. She was a picture, this one. She had her bag all ready to go, she was so excited! I was too, but I didn’t let on.

We stepped off the bus together, on the island where she taught. Big green field right in front of us, classic Victorian houses all around. Her paychecks must have been huge, well, when she started getting them anyway. It was her first day. Anyway, I let her go first, the gentlemen I am, and some kids were there to meet her, and a smile ran across her lightly freckled face, she looked so pretty in the sun. She chatted with them a while and they walked hand in hand towards the school, disappearing from sight. That was the last I thought I’d see of her, didn’t even get her number. But I would see her again soon.

A few minutes later, I was just sitting in the gazebo in the field, watching the waves crash on the beach a little ways out, and it got foggy. But I like fog, so I just sat there waiting for her to get out, so I could get her number and then be off. The fog lasted hours, and finally, I gave up and started home. But before I got to the street, I noticed that one of the smaller concrete buildings brimming the field surrounded by such classy houses, the door was opening, and a hissing sound came from it. I looked inside from about thirty feet back, and just saw a large shape moving around, a big round shape. Looked kind of like an enormous olive, about eight feet tall. I kept my distance, being a little nervous, when I saw the thing rolling towards me, ever so slowly. It looked like midgets were pushing the big round thing, whatever it was. It was getting a little darker from the fog, and it was late afternoon, I had no idea what the thing was. It was huge and black, and almost completely round. Still having no idea, I got a little closer, it still rolling foot by foot farther into the field, the doors having closed to where it came from.

In the dim sunlight that barely made it through the fog, I could see two little nubs facing me, and what looked like a zipper? I could barely tell, but as it rolled closer and closer, I could see the nubs were little black shoes, and the zipper went up a ragged piece of cloth to about the midpoint of the sphere, and I saw a big slightly bulging patch of the sphere, it was flesh colored, and had the huge divot of what looked like a belly button in it, what the hell?

“Please let it not be her, please let it not be her, please let it not be-“

As the head on this enormous girl rolled around to face me, I saw her sunglasses, her silken hair, her now round cheeks and pursed little lips. I couldn’t believe what happened, until the children sprang little bat wings and ran cackling, back into the building they came from. Clearly not kindergarteners, but I couldn’t do anything about them now. They were gone, and they had done this to her, I didn’t even know what it was.

I walked up to her, she was still. Deathly still. I thought she must have died during her transformation, and they were getting rid of the remains. I placed my hands against her huge round belly, her skin warm and tight, yet jiggly and soft to the touch. Not jiggly so much as, you ever wrap a water balloon in a towel? Kind of like that. But she was dead, she had to be. She had become just a big ball of what felt like water, her skin being the rubber of a balloon it felt. She had literally blown up like a balloon, and she looked so delicate. Far more delicate than before when she was just a pretty girl sitting across from me on the bus. But now here she was, no more than a beach ball with hands, feet, and her rounded head no top. And no life left in her.

My fingers slid slowly down her tummy, when I felt a surge of pressure. Her heart was still beating? But I couldn’t feel anything in there when I had touched her body, it was just her clothes, her skin, and then whatever had filled her. No organs, nothing that would let her live through such a procedure. Maybe her heart was just so strained now that she was so big. How else was she supposed to get her blood around such a huge body? I could feel her heart beat every couple of seconds, for it was so small. She must have needed a heart at least the size of a football. I rubbed her again, her skin pressing in against my fingers, and I looked up to see her lips trembling three feet above me. I could barely see that she was trying to speak, but I had no way of even telling what she was saying. Her lungs must have been squished up inside her long ago.

Taking my chances and trying not to pop the poor thing, I took her by one limp hand, and rolled her slowly down to where her head and mine would be at the same level. Her feet pointed at the ground behind her, her waistline round and turgid like an equator on a globe, far below us. The fabric was so tight on her, she must have been feeling very embarrassed, if she was even aware enough to know what had happened to her.

I looked at her face, the tears having stained her puffy cheeks hours ago, now having dried. I wondered why she had stopped crying, when I saw her lips move. She was mumbling something. I bent in closer to hear her, and in her beautiful warm voice, she could only get out a few words.

“Kill… me…”

I stepped back in shock at this huge blimp of a girl I had wanted to be with only a few hours ago. Now she wanted me to pop her, ending her misery. She was still growing, I could see it. Her cheeks plumpened slightly while I dwelled on whether or not I could utterly destroy her, even if it was what she wanted. Her brown sunglasses fell to the ground and broke, considering the height they had to fall from. I looked into her brown tear stained eyes, only being half open and having lost all hope. I could not imagine how she felt. Her cheeks were pink, whether she realized it or not. She was so embarrassed.

“Please…“

I walked up to her and hugged what I could of her head, though her gigantic body of course got in the way. Her hands were on either side of where her neck would have been, spaced out about 4 feet in either direction. The fabric was wrinkled and stretched to its limit. I wondered for a moment how it must have looked as her body was inflated as it was, by those “children”. Her breasts must have swollen greatly, her tummy barely hoisting them up. Probably far more embarrassing having gigantic tits and especially the cold of that day? I’m not surprised she wanted to be popped. All the filthy hands of those little creatures touching her as she lay helpless in the warehouse, not knowing what was happening to her body. Her breasts large and supple, her nipples probably itching to tear through the fabric. Her legs swollen inside her skirt, stretching the material, her hips flaring out in every direction. She must have been helpless and tight. Ripening like a piece of fruit. I was practically going to pop her without noticing until the poor thing mumbled a little more, but I knew what she was saying.

“Are you sure? I can’t do what you ask of me, but you don’t want help? I’m sure we could get-“

But her hugely swollen head shook back and forth slowly but sternly. She did not want help in anything but what she had said.

“And you know what’s going to happen if I just let you get too bi-“

And she nodded just as slowly, her eyes half closed still. The sun was reflecting off her delicate skin and eyes, they looked amber. I think she must have known how absolutely messy this was going to get before too long. All either of us could do was sit there and wait, but she kept pleading.

“Please… …Pop me… I’m so ripe…”

But I had to tell her I could not. We’d just have to wait. I went to watch the spectacle of this beautiful young woman from the safety of the gazebo. If it could handle a little rain, I think it could stand up to what was coming. It’s a shame though, she was so beautiful. But now because of those brats she had wanted to help, she was no more than a huge ball of flesh, and what I assumed was water, waiting to explode. I could hear her skin stretching at this point, nothing was going to save her. I went over and looked into her eyes, a bit of sweat dripping down her face, she panted a little. It was pitiful, I wiped off her face and kissed her once on the lips, and said good bye. I walked back to the shelter and watched. She was pulsating, now. So much for her first day teaching children how to read and write. Dammit, she was so excited too! She had just gotten out of college, barely 23 years old. She’d left her parents home, barely enough money to get by, just to help these kids. I wonder what her parents would say if they say their daughter had become a water balloon, begging to be popped in a horrible mess just to end her misery. But that was all over with now. She didn’t have more then five minutes left of her life.

Each second she bulged about an inch bigger, the skin stretching to its limits. She was like a damn water balloon, being filled by a kid who wants to see it get too big and pop all over his feet. I could see the little imps on the roof of the building clapping and watching the poor girls last few minutes. I’m surprised one of them didn’t swoop down and take her head off, the bastards. They probably would have laughed and danced in the rain that followed. But back to the girl, she was huge. Nine feet tall, her skeleton must have broken a long time ago, probably half of her pain. I could barely hear her mumble her death wishes, the creaking of her skin overpowered everything else. Urgency and despair were both in her voice and the air itself. She was done. And I never even knew her name.

The crescendo of one very long and high pitched stretching sound came to an end, and she screamed in pain. I saw her mouth open wide, but I turned around when the rush of air blew past me, a splattering pop filling the air. The wind died down, and in front of me, on the other side of the gazebo, red rain fell from the sky. A crimson shower stained the green field. I could feel droplets hitting me in the back, as well. As if this weren’t bad enough, I saw some red chunks falling to the ground as well. Bits of bone and flesh plopped to the ground, a flap of her skirt fluttered into a little puddle of her in front of me. She was gone. A little round eyeball bounced off the ground as well. Nothing could have been left of her. I picked up the cracked and red stained sunglasses that had been on her pretty face not five minutes ago.

I turned around, and a huge dent in the ground remained where she had stood. Stood is a strong word. She had simply sat there, waiting for this moment with what would have been lust had she been more able to express it. The small crater was filled with her leftovers, the grass was scarred and torn up for a few feet around, but overall, she was gone. All I could hear for a few minutes after the deafening bang of that poor young woman, was the cackling of those imps that had done this to her. They were delighted.