Tags: Full Body Inflation, Male Inflation, Clean Popping
Text: Mike rubbed his hands together, hoping that by moving around a bit he could ease the pounding of his heart. He could hardly believe what he was about to do. He wasn't handsome, athletic or remarkable in any way, and he had never found any girls to be remotely attracted to him. But in spite of being one of the most beautiful and admired girls in school, he had an unshakable feeling that Colleen was different. She laughed at his jokes, she actually seemed to enjoy talking with him-in fact, he was pretty sure she was flirting with him. So now, as he walked slowly towards her locker at the end of the day, he had worked up the courage to make what would either be the greatest or stupidest decision of his life. "Hey, Colleen" Mike said, in what he hoped was a casual voice. She turned to face him and his confidence lifted when he saw the way her face brightened upon recognizing him. "Hi, Mike!" Colleen said cheerfully. "How's your day going?"
"It's going really well." Mike knew that if he didn't ask right away he would lose the courage to do so, so he went right ahead. "Colleen, do you think, maybe you'd want to go see a movie with me or something this weekend?"
Colleen burst in a wide smile, and Mike was ready to explode with excitement. But just as the words he was waiting to hear seemed on the tip of her tongue she seemed to stop herself, and the happiness seemed to slide off her face. "Mike, you're a sweet guy but I don't think it's a good idea. My friends won't like it if we're seeing each other. You just wouldn't...fit in with the people I hang out with, and it would be really bad for both of us. I'm sorry."
Deep down, Mike had figured this was how it would go, but he was still heartbreaking. He mustered up a brave smile and wanted to say that it wasn't a big deal so he could get away before his despair became humiliatingly obvious. But before he could he realized that Colleen had begun staring intently at his body, and seemed like she had something she wanted to say. "Mike, actually..." Colleen seemed unusually hesitant. "If you want to, come to my house around eight. I've got an idea." She turned and hurried away. Mike had no idea what had just happened, but he knew he was going. When he got to the front door, it swung wide open and Colleen grabbed him in a hug. "Mike, you came, I'm so glad!" She practically pulled her friend through the door and into a large, nearly empty room. Of all the things Mike had imagined might be in store for him, he hadn't even imagined this-a tank of air with a hose attached and a six foot wide, round blue balloon floating on a string. "Colleen, what is this? What did you bring me here to do?" "Isn't it obvious? Colleen's ecstatic expression met only a blank stare. "I want to make you my toy balloon!" If Mike wasn't so hopelessly drawn to Colleen he would have bolted right then. But he couldn't even bring himself to question her sanity. All he could muster was an expression that revealed his doubt that this was a great idea. "Colleen..."
"Come on Mike, think about it! You're the sweetest guy I know, and I'd love to be with you." Mike's knees trembled a bit. "But it won't work, it just won't. But having you as a balloon would be perfect! I absolutely love balloons, and I've always wanted to have a person as one. I could carry you around all day and keep you as my toy. I could deflate you and put you away and I could blow you up again when I want to play some more. And if I really want to, I could pop you! Wouldn't that be perfect?" Mike was speechless. His eyes had drifted to the giant blue balloon in the center of the room, and he imagined it was him floating there. He thought of being all blown up, being the center of Colleen's attention as her toy, and he could feel his cock stiffen as he thought about it. But even if it was possible–and all logic said it wasn't–did he really want to be nothing more than Colleen's toy balloon?
Yes. Yes, he did. He went to the center of the room where Colleen had picked up the hose and allowed her to enthusiastically place it in his mouth. She kissed him on the cheek and turned on the hose. Mike felt air flowing into his stomach, and common sense briefly fought its way into his mind-what had he gotten himself into? But common sense left again when he saw that, somehow, it was actually working. He could feel his stomach expanding, his insides turning to air, as he expanded out in all directions. He placed his hands on his body in amazement, pushing his hands into his torso and feeling only gas beneath the skin. He tried to bend down, only to find that his waist, now three times its normal length, wouldn't let him. Colleen giggled at his increasingly stiff, clumsy attempts to explore his new body. After about five minutes he lost all control over his torso, legs and waist, leaving him rooted to the spot. All he could do was watch Colleen continue to gaze as his body became rounder and smoother.
Colleen could not recall seeing anything as wonderful as watching Mike turn into a balloon. He had already become trapped in place, and was becoming more immobile by the minute. Each flap he made with his arms to test them became more and more feeble, and as they disappeared into his body the flaps became twitches before disappearing altogether. Once he had obtained the perfect spherical form and had seemed to lose all control over his body, Colleen pushed her hands into her new toy. She felt little resistance, and her fingers formed an indent several inches deep. Unsatisfied, she gave Mike an assuring smile and took a step back, allowing him to expand further. She continued the process until Mike's skin did not give at all, tight as a drum. Finally, she removed the hose. She had done it; she had turned her friend into a giant, helpless balloon.
"Mike," she breathed. "You're beautiful." She picked him up, finding him to be virtually weightless, and spun him to inspect every inch of his body. She gave him a light toss in the air, as if to see what would happen. Mike did what any balloon would do; he fluttered briefly above her fingertips and settled back down. Emboldened, she gave him a hard toss all the way to the ceiling, and when he bounced down she launched him toward the wall. Mike continued to fly around the room, bound only by the laws of physics and his owner's whims. Mike, for his part, embraced every throw, hoping he could entertain Colleen forever.
But in time Colleen began to run out of energy, and when he bounced against the ground she did not pick him up again. Mike's face was facing the ground, but he heard her footsteps leave the room and he heard a sink turn on; he imagined she was getting a glass of water. When her footsteps approached again he was waiting for her in the same position. Colleen picked him up and turned him around, holding him by the skin near the small protrusion that was his head so she could look into his eyes. He wondered what she would do with him next.
Colleen was wondering the same thing. As she had came up with the idea to turn Mike into a balloon she had made all sorts of plans for what she could do with her toy. But now that she held him in her hands, a pathetically helpless ball of air that she could turn to nothing at the slightest whim, the desire to do so was overwhelming.
"Well, Mike, I've decided what to do next. I know I said I planned to keep you as my toy, but I've changed my mind. Instead, I'm going to pop you right now." She said it as though ending the life of the friend who had walked through her door hours before was a mere game. Which it was, of course. "The question is, how should I pop you?" She began gently tossing him up and down, keeping his face pointed toward her so he could see her as she spoke. "I only get one chance to pop you, so we need to make it good. Let me think..." She batted him for another moment as she thought, then caught him as she made her decision. She brought his lips to hers. Out of everything Mike had experienced this evening, this was by far the greatest moment. The fact that Colleen had just announced her intentions to pop him didn't faze him in the slightest. He couldn't think of any way he'd rather go. He felt more and more air fill him until he knew he had only one puff left. Apparently, Colleen sensed it too, as she pulled her head back to look at him one last time. "Goodbye, Mike." Mike's mind had gone fuzzy from being so full of air, so he barely even noticed her fingernails coming toward him.
Colleen stood quietly for a moment in the now empty room, reflecting on the evening she had just had. Then she began to pick up his pieces for safekeeping. She had a feeling she would be popping plenty more boys in the future, but she doubted any would be as fun as Mike.