[inflation, ff, multiple, clean popping]

Angie didn’t understand it, but she knew that it must feel amazing. Peering through the glass window overlooking the pop room, Angie saw around 40 naked women all crying out in pleasure as they inflated like balloons. After a few minutes of moaning and lustful giggling, the first BANG of the night is heard. Soon the room echoes with thunderous bang after bang, the group of inflated women beginning to pop one by one. Sometimes it was from over inflation, sometimes it was intentional, but however it happens... all that remains are hundreds of scraps of flesh colored rubber.

Angie has been working at the Pop Palace for only a week, but she was already very familiar with the routine. This night had been just like any other. Her job was to greet the gathering of women in the lobby, escort them to a changing room where they all disrobed, and then lead them into the main pop chamber. The room was largely empty save for a trap door on the far side, a window overlooking the room, and a couple vents in the ceiling. After everyone was inside, she would leave and watch the poppings from the observatory window. Once all the women had blown up like balloons and exploded, it was her job to enter the room and sweep all the scraps into the trap door and prepare the room for the next gathering. She was essentially the janitor of the Pop Palace. On a busy night, Angie was doing this routine over a dozen times before clocking out.

She brushed the hair from her face, her cheeks reddening a bit as she watched one of the inflating women get pressed against the window. The balloony woman looked dazed, her eyes vacant with pleasure. Angie didn’t know her name, but that look of absolute bliss made her heart skip a beat. Then suddenly with a loud BANG! scraps of rubber splatter against the window and the woman was gone.

“I don’t understand why anyone would want to pop” she thought to herself, “but it seems like they thoroughly enjoy it.” One by one the girls exploded into scraps. Soon only a handful were left. That was her cue.

Angie picked up a broom with a double wide brush and walked down the stairs. She waited patiently outside the door as the last few women popped. There were a couple of loud BANGS, the moans of ecstasy subsided, and the room fell silent once more. After a few seconds the doors (which were on a timer) opened up and revealed the work to be done. Piles upon piles of flesh colored rubbery scraps littered the room. Some were bundled in clumps on the floor, some were stuck to the walls. Angie let out a sigh and began to sweep the piles of scraps over to the far side of the room. She brushed and brushed and swept the room clean, peeling off random scraps from the walls from time to time.

Before long she had gathered a large pile over the trap door. There was a click, the trap opened up, and the scraps of the rubbery shards (that had once been women not more than 10 minute earlier), dropped down the chute. Gone forever.

And that was her job. Lead in a group of girls, wait in the upstairs observatory, then sweep the popped remains into the trash. Repeat. It wasn’t hard work by any means, and it paid really well. But even still, Angie was happy that her work for the night was done. The last batch of girls has been swept up, and it was time to go home.

Angie turned on her heels to leave when she was greeted by an unexpected surprise. Another batch of naked women were wandering aimlessly into the room. They all looked a little confused. One of the women saw Angie’s uniform and approached her. She was short and blond, with bright green eyes. “Is this the pop palace? I’m sorry, but no one was in the lobby to greet us... so we came in on our own” she said nervously. Angie was bewildered too. There wasn’t suppose to be another group tonight! Had there been a schedule change?

“I-I’m sorry” she stammered, “I was busy cleaning up, I didn’t know there was another group coming in this late.” Angie was blushing bright red. She was trying to look the blond woman in the face, but her eyes kept darting around to all the other naked women slowly surrounding her. She wasn’t used to standing in the middle of so many naked women, and she turned her head down in embarrassment. A tall red headed woman with lots of freckles stepped forward. “I’m sorry, that was my fault. I placed an order last minute and we only just arrived! We aren’t too late are we?”

Angie was about to say something, when suddenly the doors to the room closed with a mechanical whirl. Her heart started pounding in her chest. “No! Wait! I’m still in here!” she shouted. She ran to the doors but they were sealed tight. She had forgotten that the room was automatic!

“Oh no, I’m so sorry!”the red head said, walking over and placing her hands on Angie’s shoulders and pulling her into a hug. Angie should’ve been terrified, but something about the soft embrace soothed her. Suddenly another mechanical whirl was heard and a high pitched hissing sound started to come from the ceiling. She looked up. It was the inflation gas! Her mind snapped back to reality for a second. She was going to pop!

She pounded on the door again. “Please! Let me out! I’m not suppose to be in here!” But no answer came back. “Of course there’s no answer,” she thought, “I’m the only attendant on tonight’s shift!” She looked up at the empty observation window overhead. “Oh my god! I’m gonna pop! I’m gonna be popped like all the other girls in here! I’m gonna be thrown away as scraps!”

The gas was filling the room now. Angie tried to hold her breath but couldn’t. She felt a tingling sensation like goosebumps spread across her skin. She noticed all the other girls in the room had a similar reaction. Some cooed and some gasped. The red head put her arms around Angie again and gave her a little kiss on the cheek. “I’m sorry, I know that doesn’t make up for getting you into this situation, but you might as well have some fun before you explode, right?” Angie looked into her eyes and let out a long defeated sigh. She was right... there was no stopping it now. She might as well enjoy her last moments as a human being.

The women in the room were busy looking themselves over, waiting for the changes to happen. Some poked their breasts and others patted their bellies as they all felt a rumbling from within. Slowly, one by one, the women began to puff up. Giggles and laughter filled the room. Angie felt her shirt start to grow tight as her breasts began to swell. “Better get this off now!” the red headed woman said, lifting Angie’s shirt off and helping her undo her bra and pants. Her fingers were beginning to plump up as well and it took a bit of effort to get Angie out of her clothes.

Angie looked at the pile of clothes on the floor and imagined herself as the scraps of rubber she was soon about to become. Surprisingly she didn’t feel scared or sad about it. In fact, she felt kind of excited about the prospect of popping. She had seen the looks of utter lust and orgasmic pleasure on the popping girl’s faces countless times before. This must be why. The pressure inside was starting to feel... good! Really good!

Around the room the plump women were all giggling and prodding each other. Their skin looking a bit shiny as they swelled up. Angie’s own breasts had swollen to the size of small beach balls, and the feeling of sexual tension was growing within her. She rubbed her hands across her ballooning body and let out a low moan of pleasure. She hadn’t realized how

sensitive she would become! The red headed woman smiled and cupped Angie’s head with her plump hands before giving her a long and deep kiss. Angie’s mind went blank and she rolled her eyes upwards as the pleasurable sensations spread across her body. “This is amazing!” she thought.

Now that the swelling had intensified, the women began to pair off in groups of 2 and 3. They began massaging and touching each other’s bodies, kissing each other passionately, and moaning loudly. The sexual energy in the room was growing, and a full on orgy wasn’t far behind. Sure enough several of the women began to mount, ride, and eat out their partners. The red headed girl broke their kiss, panting hard and fast. “I’m, Lisa!” she managed to say before going to town on Angie’s neck. “I’m... I’m... ohhhh.... A-Angie!” she stammered back. The two of them locked once more into a passionate embrace, made difficult by their ballooning bodies and the bodies of the other swelling girls rubbing against one another.

While the room was fairly large, it seemed much smaller now that everyone was blowing up so big. Some of the girls had already managed to reach weather balloon size, their fat little arms and legs wiggling helplessly among the throng of balloons. Angie and Lisa were pressed up against each other as the throng of balloons grew and grew. Lisa’s breasts were the size of beach balls and were shoved directly in Angie’s face, which she took advantage of. Lisa let out a loud moan as Angie fondling her balloony tits with her tongue. Another girl’s face slid underneath Angie between her legs, and without missing a beat, began to lick at her plump wet pussy. Angie gasped and began to cry out in delight. She had never felt this way before! So tight and full, and so horny too! It was almost too much to bear! She felt the pressure inside her growing, and she let out another cry as Lisa teased at her plump little nipples.

Suddenly across the room there was a loud BANG! and a shockwave jiggled all the girls in the room. Someone had finally popped, and the void that was created from her explosion had jostled them. The other ballooning women quickly swelled up to fill the space left by the popped girl. BANG! Another girl popped. BANG! And another. It was the beginning of the end, and Angie didn’t care. She was too enraptured by sexual desires and pleasure to give a thought about what was going to happen to her! BANG! A scrap of rubber slapped Angie in the face. For a moment she was dazed back to her senses and she looked down. The scrap of rubber that hit her was a piece of some poor girls nipple. Leaning her head forward she gave it a kiss, and she could swear for a second she saw goosebumps spread across the rubbery shard.

Looking around the room she couldn’t even recognize anyone anymore. All she could see was a mass of big round fleshy balloons with arms and legs wiggling in the air. Sometimes she could see a face of a girl, but it was difficult to make out among all the other balloons getting in the way. The pressure was mounting, and she was getting pressed tighter and tighter against Lisa from behind. She looked into Lisa’s eyes and saw the lust swirling inside them. She bit her lips as she became consumed by her insatiable sexual desires once again. The two of them continued to make out, Angie moaning into Lisa’s mouth as the woman underneath her resumed suckling her pussy.

“Oh my god.... I feel so tight... I-I don’t know if I... can hold it... much longer! Oooh!” Angie cried, wincing from the pain as she was forcefully squeezed into Lisa’s tightly inflated body. Lisa bit her lip and moaned again. Suddenly there was a BANG! and she opened her eyes in surprise. She was still in one piece, and it didn’t take her long to realize that it was the girl who had been underneath her eating her out who had popped first. She giggled uncontrollably as she felt a sudden surge in her inflating body. She began to creak and groan from the tension. “Ohhh no!... I-I can’t... I can’t take it any more... I think I’m... aaahhh!” Angie let out a scream as she orgasmed hard. Her body convulsed involuntarily as she came and her cries of passion echoed in the room. “Ooooh, aaaahhhh! No..! Help! Please! I’m gonna... I’m gonna-!!!”

BANG!

Angie explode into a pile of rubbery scraps that hit Lisa in the face. She let a scrap of Angie’s nipple falling out of her mouth. Lisa shivered and cooed to herself, replaying Angie’s explosion in her mind as the swelling inside her grew and grew. She wiggled helplessly in place as she felt her legs get wet. She let out a cry. “Oooh! Yes! Angie, you popped so beautifully! I can’t wait to be there with you! Aaah! Aaahhhh!!!!” Lisa winced and groaned as the pressure became unbearable. Her eyes flashed open as she came, letting out a final orgasmic scream before...

BANG!

Lisa popped like an over inflated balloon. Throughout the room, the popping grew more and more intense. Rubbery confetti rained down on the remaining girls. Scraps of flesh colored rubber littered the floor. Some of the women tried to pop each other, while others tried to pop themselves. Some used their nails, others used their teeth. There were cries of passion and guttural moans as the room became an orgy of inflated sex and explosions. BANG! Another girl popped. BANG! Her partner popped with her. BANG! BANG! The room sounded like a fireworks show punctuated by moans and gasps. BANG! Moan. BANG! BANG! Gasp! BANG!

Gradually the popping began to subside. There were only a handful of girls left. BANG! BANG! Two more were gone. The last girl remaining, distorted and stretched out beyond all recognition, cried out with a deep orgasmic scream before being silenced by a thunderous BANG! Her scraps fluttering down to join the rest on the floor. The room fell quiet. Nothing but rubbery shards of flesh colored scraps could be seen. The only sign that there were once people in the room was Angie’s tattered uniform crumpled in a heap among the scraps. Over on the far side of the room a trap door opened and closed automatically.

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The next day, a “help wanted” sign went up in the front window of the Pop Palace.