Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, floating, helium, Prose that Blows 2 - Summer Fun (2010)
Text: Everyone had seen the cranes from the highway for months, lifting steel into the air all over the Thrill Zone amusement park. Blaze, the penultimate breakneck roller coaster, was making its debut today. Its features were unparalleled: top speed nearing 80mph, two massive drops, eleven corkscrews, six loops, and over six minutes long, circling the entire park. For the grand finale, the train would vault itself over a missing section of track approximately 250 feet long. Clearly the ride's designer was less than sane and probably in jail somewhere, but that's what makes a good coaster. The train also featured tall passenger cars with wheels below and above, for reasons as yet unknown to the riders.
Taryn and Angela had camped out for days to be first in line to get into the park. Then they managed to survive and outrun the stampede toward the Blaze queues, acquiring the prime spot: the front car. Once strapped in, the attendants took a moment to mention the oxygen masks for each rider, provided in case someone hyperventilated during the ride.
"This is gonna be so sick," Angela said.
"Yeah," Taryn agreed. "Too bad the line will probably be too long to ride again."
Finally, the teenage professionals operating the ride were in position and all conversation stopped. Even the din coming from the surrounding crowd died down, anxious to see what the legendary ride had in store for them. The operators checking the shoulder harnesses and lap belts backed off and gave the thumbs up. Then, in what seemed like slow motion, the controller's thumb went into the air.
And all hell broke loose.
Soon the train was already clocking 70mph. Then a hairpin turn before the first tall drop. As the train racheted its way to the top, the girls had a front-row seat for what lay ahead. Their car passed the zenith of the track, the oxygen masks swinging down and attaching to their faces. An additional belt rose from between their feet and clipped into the harness.
"The hell?" Taryn said. "I don't need this mask."
"Just leave it!" Angela shouted as the train began its plunge. And both girls rose their arms as the thrill of the drop consumed (and terrified) the entire train.
By the bottom of the long drop, Taryn noticed her scream had raised in pitch. Amid the chaos of turns and loops, she exchanged glaces with Angela, who had noticed the same of her voice. Then they noticed each other's stomachs swelling out below the harness.
"What's happening to us?!" Angela cried amid the noise.
Taryn had already figured it out. "This isn't oxygen! It's helium!"
Their tummies kept growing rapidly while their breasts started, quickly becoming squashed under the harness. Then their legs and arms began swelling up, pulling all of their clothing tight. Their was another surge of growth in their torsos as their breasts and bellies began to press together in the middle, quickly filling up the car. The harnesses loosened to accommodate them, as if they were designed to.
The ride about halfway over, the train dipped before heading into its second climb. Angela and Taryn were wedged in tight and couldn't move, their bellies jutting out past the front of the car and their breasts not far behind. As the screams calmed momentarily while the ride climbed higher, they began calling for help.
"Stop the ride!" Taryn called out through her mask.
They only heard laughter from the riders behind. They didn't know that the rest of the ride's "oxygen" masks had not deployed. Furthermore, the tall cars ensured that no one could see what was happening up front.
"Wimpy girls!" a teenager shouted.
"No, really!" Angela shouted. "We really need some hellllllp WHOAAAAA—–"
The train began its second big plunge. Angela began feeling herself growing faster, and her shorts and shirt ripped away within seconds of each other. Taryn's clothing followed suit shortly. There was so much pressure in the car that neither could feel their arms and legs anymore. Like bread rising in an oven, they began spilling out the sides of the car. Their breasts were still being pinched by the shoulder harnesses, while the waist belts circled their widest points.
The train was speeding up. The restraints stopped expanding with the girls, squeezing them even tighter. Taryn grunted as she grew and grew even larger, constantly being pushed against Angela by the ride's jostling. They were large enough now that riders behind them could see that something was up. Their size was making the train less aerodynamic, but it was speeding up to compensate, nearing its 80mph top speed. That's when Angela, barely able to see past her own bloated flesh, saw the missing section of track – the end of the ride – rapidly approaching.
At that instant, Angela and Taryn's restraints released them while an ejection seat type of mechanism shoved them out of the car. As they floated up quickly, their bodies perfectly round and mostly naked, the masks went with them as the hoses extended from the car. Suddenly, the slack ran out, and the force from their lift actually pulled the entire train off the tracks. The other riders screamed for two very good reasons, now able to see that their fellow riders' earlier cries for help were genuine. The train swung perfectly upside down and the other set of wheels on the back car landed on the track 250 feet away. By now the train's weight was pulling the girls down, and their car made contact with the track – a perfect landing by any measure. As the thrilling ride slowed to its end, Taryn and Angela followed behind, tethered by the hoses and bouncing against each other in midair.
As the train pulled in, the screams and cries from the riders were not as loud as those waiting in line, the queue quickly emptying as the park's patrons scattered.