Tags: Full Body Inflation, Male Inflation, helium, women inflating men
Text: The store window was filled with balloons of all colors, and as he peered inside, Julio felt strangely at home. He stared at the full, floating balloons, wishing briefly that he could be one of them. After several long moments of staring at their round, rubbery forms, he felt himself almost pulled into the shoppe.
And there She was: Adrianna, a woman he'd seen so many times in his dreams, a dark skinned, black haired beauty with large emerald eyes, full sensual lips, and well-rounded cheeks. It pleased Julio for some reason to imagine that Adrianna's cheeks had become rounded from puffing them out to blow up balloons.
At the moment, though, She wasn't blowing the balloons up by mouth. She had a deflated balloon mouth wrapped around a helium tank, and Julio heard the familiar "woosh" of the pump as the balloon suddenly swelled forward, expanding rapidly into a tight, smooth globe. He hadn't realised just how erotic that sound was; he could close his eyes and become mildly aroused at the sound of the pump, knowing that it brought a new balloon to life every time it spoke.
The machine spoke again, filling another bright blue balloon with its gift of helium. As it grew larger and larger, Adrianna turned Her lovely green eyes to Julio. "Can I help you?" She asked, in what was, not surprisingly, a light, breathy voice.
"Just watching," Julio admitted, his eyes shamefully downcast, but also taking in the rest of Her finely sculptured body in its tight, stretch-fit jumpsuit and plunging V-neck front, showing enough of Her large, shapely, tanned breasts to let Julio know just how perfect they were.
Adrianna gave him a curious look as the balloon continued to swell... and swell... and swell... She turned Her attention back to it just in time to see it go
POP!
She giggled, a warm, musical laugh that made his chest go hollow. He felt himself turn red. What was it he was feeling? As She reached for another balloon to inflate, he knew what it was: Jealousy. It seemed impossible, but true: He was jealous of a balloon. How was that possible? In particular, how could he be so jealous of a balloon that just burst?
But it all came flooding back to him: Although he could never admit it aloud, he knew that every time he saw a balloon inflate, he wished it was HE who was inflating. He wanted to blow up just like the balloon, but much, much bigger. And he knew that, even if the balloon burst, it was--for that one brief, magical moment--the biggest and fullest it could get, pushed to its maximum limit. Unlike Julio, that burst blue balloon, just before it popped, knew at last exactly how big it could be. And its popping made Adrianna laugh. What an honour.
I would definitely pop just to make Her laugh, he thought.
And at that moment, that is exactly what he wanted: to blow up like a balloon for Her, fill up to his absolute limit, and make Her laugh when he popped. Although he had wanted to be a balloon all his life, he never wanted it more so than that moment. He wanted it so much--SO MUCH--that he felt like he'd explode! He grew warmer and felt his face flush red as he stood there, trembling with desire. She looked back at him again, smiled Her glorious smile, and something snapped inside him.
For in the next moment, Julio began to inflate like a balloon.
He wasn't sure how it happened. He briefly wondered if it was Adrianna's magical smile; the magic of the balloon shoppe; the overwhelming presence of all these fellow balloons. Or maybe it was force of will, the all-consuming desire to be a balloon finally causing him to blimp up. He didn't know; all he knew is that his midsection billowed out, tearing through his shirt as his skin stretched outward, breaking free of their confines. His arms and legs plumped up as well, but they grew shorter and stubbier as his round middle absorbed them with its ceaseless outward growth. He heard the helium tank going "whoosh," but he realised that it wasn't even on. The sound was coming from his body, punctuated by occasional rubbery squeaks as he blew even bigger.
And all the while, Adrianna did nothing. Nothing but watch and smile. Wasn't She surprised? Shocked? Terrified that a human being was becoming a balloon before Her beautiful green eyes?
Of course not. He was just a balloon, after all. Nothing more than a big, round balloon boy, inflating for its Master. Just one of many balloons that filled Her wondrous balloon shoppe. "I'm nothing but a balloon," he thought, as his inflation increased until only his head, hands and feet were sticking out of his otherwise totally round body. "But I'm not going to be just any balloon. I'm going to be so much bigger than any balloon in this shoppe. I'm going to be the biggest balloon Adrianna has ever seen! She's never seen a balloon as big as me, I know it! I'll be the biggest balloon ever! The biggest balloon in the world!"
Adrianna giggled. He took his gaze off his inflated body to look back at Her, and he noticed that She was getting farther and farther away. He was floating. Floating like a helium balloon, lightly sailing upwards until he batted lightly against the ceiling, where he continued to swell and swell and swell.
"Who are you, my big, beautiful, balloon boy?" Adrianna called up to him.
"Just call me Helio," he said, suddenly recalling the Spanish word for helium.
"I think I'll be calling you shrapnel in a few seconds," She called back to him and laughed.
God, what a privilege to be laughed at by Her, he thought, still growing and growing until his neck was gone, his hands and feet melded with his circular surface, just his face looking down at his balloon Master as he drew ever nearer his breaking point. He grew tighter, the squeaks grew louder, his globular body warm with tension. "How big will I get?" he thought. "Will I be the biggest balloon She's ever seen? I just know She'll laugh again after I burst. So watch me burst, Adrianna! See how big I get before I pop for you! Watch me burst! Watch me burst! Watch me BURST--!!" "Can I help you?" She repeated, and Julio snapped out of his daydream.
Julio blinked, avoiding Her gaze long enough to check out Her sexy cleavage. He swallowed nervously. He still felt flushed, but used his nervous energy to step up to counter. "Actually, yes," he admitted. "I'd really like to watch you blow up one of those balloons by mouth."
She quizzically tilted Her lovely head at him. Oh, lord. What if She asked WHY he wanted that? What would he say? As far as that goes, why DID he want to see Her blow up a balloon? What was the goal?
But She silently did as he asked. She picked up a yellow balloon from behind the counter and put it to Her large, full lips. And then She blew, and the balloon at once expanded. And Julio became jealous once again: jealous of a balloon.
How he wished that it was he who could feel Adrianna's gorgeous lips around him, feeling Her warm breath filling him up, being nothing more than a balloon that would get bigger and bigger at Her leisure! He would love every puff She blew into him, knowing that it would make him bigger for Her, so big that She would have trouble holding him. He would feel Her hand holding him, rubbing his tight, inflated body, which became increasingly transparent as he neared his limits--!
She pulled the balloon away from Her lips and he snapped back to reality once again. "You look like you could get blown up yourself," She said.
Julio just stood there, stunned. She could see through him as easily as She could see through that full yellow balloon.
She seemed to look him over. "I bet I could do it," She told him. "I could make you into a balloon, just like all the others." She waved Her hand at all the other balloons in the shoppe. "I'd blow you up nice and big, tie a string to you, and keep you as my toy forever."
"I'd love that," he blurted out. "I'd love that more than anything."
"Of course, if you got out of line--" She hugged the yellow balloon tightly to Her ample chest and squeezed until the balloon went...POP!
"I understand," he told Her.
"Then come here," She said, leading him to the other side of the counter. She grasped the back of his head and pushed him down until his mouth was on the nozzle of the helium tank. "Don't let go," She told him. "I'll be unhappy if you do."
He would have nodded, but he didn't have the chance. He heard the "whoosh" sound of the helium tank, and it never sounded more beautiful than now. His eyes shot open as he felt his cheeks puff out, but that was only the beginning. His belly shot out from under his shirt, looking comically pregnant for a moment before the rest of his body joined in, bloating up like another one of Adrianna's many helium balloons. She still held his head firmly to the nozzle, even though he had no intention of letting go now.
But soon She had to step back, because his expanding body took up more and more space in the confined quarters. As his arms and legs began to disappear, just as they had in his fantasy, he felt his feet lift up from the ground. The helium made him lighter than air, and it was if his body were being magically lifted up towards the other helium balloons in the shoppe, as if he were coming to join them at last, pulled as if by magnetism to the balloons of which he so much wanted to be a part. He was held to Earth only by holding his puffy lips to the helium tank nozzle, which poured more and more of its wondrous force that brought this new balloon to life.
He couldn't see Adrianna, but he could hear Her giggle. Would She soon pull him away, tie a string to him, and make him part of Her balloon collection? Or would She allow him to drink in as much helium as possible, until that one brief moment--just before the Big Bang--where he would reach his full potential, grow to as big a balloon as he could possibly be? Both were too good to be true.
"Just call me Helio Globo," he thought to himself, suddenly recalling the Spanish words for helium balloon.
Adrianna laughed as if She had heard him. "I think I'll call you Balloon Boy," She giggled.
"Yes, I'm your balloon boy," he thought, as every part of his body filled up with helium, stretching him tighter and tighter, the strain on his body manifesting itself with loud rubbery squeaks. "I'm nothing more than a balloon for your amusement.
"Nothing more than a balloon.
"I'm just a balloon.
"I'm just a balloon!
"I'm just a BALLOOOOOOOONNNNN!!" I'm just a balloon, it thought. And indeed, that is all it was: a balloon. It had long dreamed of being human, so that it might approach its beautiful Master as equals. But now it realised that it didn't want to be equals: Even in its human fantasies, it still returned to being a balloon. So maybe life was better as a balloon. It would just have to pray to its Master that someday She would see fit to cull it from the herd of its balloon brethren, put Her beautiful lips to its mouth, and personally blow it up with Her warm breath until that magical moment--just before it burst for Her--that it would be the biggest balloon it could be. Maybe the biggest balloon in the shoppe. The biggest balloon his Master had ever seen. The biggest balloon in the world! And it would make Her laugh when it popped.
Until then...well, it could dream.