The Intertwined Histories of Human Ballooning, Diving Rescues, and the Inflation Olympics:

A Personal History

 by Latecomer

I sit down on the tank itself, wearing only a pair of black panties and a black bra, both made to stretch a considerable amount. Under me is a helium tank.

I push my brown hair out of the way, my green eyes glistening. I take the hose of the tank, and put the nozzle in my mouth. I turn the valve, and a rush of the gas goes into me.

First my stomach expands, filling divinely and quickly. Already I look like I should be carrying twins. Next were my breasts, filling evenly, and quite well. The pressure was building already, thirlling me.

I had gotten a job working in the archives of Goodyear. Not too many people know this but Goodyear is all the time trying to come up with new ways of using rubber. I, unfortunately, ended up on the graveyard shift, which meant I ended up spending a lot time in stacks and stacks of reports, and what not from old experiments.

Bzzzt, bzzzt. The Mike’s mobile phone vibrated. The call display showed his home number.

“Hey there Mandy baby, what’s up?”

“Are you still at the office? You know today’s your birthday.” Mandy sounded like she was a little put out.

“I just had some files that needed a few minutes of extra work before I left. Do I hear a hissing noise in the background?”

“I was going to surprise you. You know that thing we did last month? You know, for my birthday?” Mandy cooed.