Full Body Inflation

Jordyn sat cross-legged on the glossy wooden floor, back against a tall metal cylinder, a red rubber hose cascading over her shoulder to lay dormant in her lap. She busied herself tying off a brightly-colored balloon, fingers tripping over each other in an effort to resolve the tangle of ribbon and latex. Finally, with some difficulty, she knotted it and moored it to a rack of folding chairs wheeled out into the center of the gymnasium, where it bobbed up to join a depressingly small multi-colored bundle. She leaned back and sighed loudly.

"Twenty down, two hundred billion to go."

He lay listlessly on the cot, the sun's morning rays shining in on his nude body.  As he stared up at the ceiling one hand drifted downward, taking his length in a loose grip and moving his fingertips across it until it grew firm in his grasp, not really motivated to go beyond that.  Slowly blinking, he took a long breath.

"Haah..."

His chest and abdomen rose but barely fell, three new mounds which half-obscured his manhood.

"Haah..."

He grew higher, the mounds inching upward as his hips were lifted up, ever so slightly, by an expanding backside.

An odd pair they were, Dustin and Ember.  Not in looks - he, with a perpetual tan and sun-bleached hair, and she with an olive complexion and a head of fluffy russet - but most everything else.  Neither were much on shirts, with him in an open front hoodie and her a fur-collared bomber jacket that, despite being left unzipped, managed to move in such a way that indecent exposure was almost never an issue.  Nor on pants, with him in tight diving shorts and her her in denim cut-offs.  Not at all dangerous by nature - very friendly, in fact - but odd just the same.