[inflation, popping]

I drifted in and out of consciousness. You couldn’t blame me, being as huge and inflated as I was. I was swaying gently in the breeze, tethered to a cart below me. Surrounding me were a dozen other huge inflated balloon girls. There really wasn’t much to do except enjoy the sensations, hence why it was so hard to stay focused and not drift out of consciousness from time to time.

I had approached a balloon cart while on the boardwalk near the beach I loved visiting. I had intended to pick up a balloon for my girlfriend. I had not expected that I would BECOME the balloon.

I, like every other girl around me, was inflated completely spherically. My face was squashed into my rubbery flesh and my hands and feet were the only things poking out of my round body. I must’ve been hollow because the sounds of me bumping into the other women sounded like drums being played at times. I still had fragments of my shirt stretched tightly across my chest, but other than that I was completely exposed. My shiny skin glistening in the warm sun. Every now and then I would be bumped gently by another balloon girl, rubbing up against her taut skin and hearing her moan with pleasure.

It was an amazing feeling and I didn’t want it to end.

Sometimes a new balloon would slowly drift up to join us. Sometimes one of us was taken down and given to a patron to do with as they pleased. I saw a couple of the girls being taken away by other women who skipped happily away with their new treasures. I wondered if anyone would ever buy me? Would I be sold to some stranger who would use me however they wanted? Would they deflate me? Blow me up more? Or would they… pop me?

I’m ashamed to admit that that last thought titillated me to some extent and I bit my lip as I imagined it. Another balloon woman joined the gathering and a plump nipple was poked into my sides. I could feel the new girl wiggling her arms furiously, obviously in a vain attempt to stop what was happening. It wouldn’t work of course. She was just a balloon now, like the rest of us.

I fell asleep for a while when I was suddenly awoken by a loud BANG! I was just in time to see that one of my balloony friends had burst in the sun. I saw her rubbery scraps drifting down and getting blown away with the wind. The balloon cart attendant didn’t even look up. That’s how disposable we are, I thought. We’re not even people anymore, just big fat balloons to be sold off or popped. I bit my lip again.

Then suddenly I felt a tugging at my foot where a string had tethered me to the cart. I was being pulled down! Someone had bought me! I looked up at the other women still dangling in the air above me. They were smiling and one tried to wave goodbye, but it was very hard for her to do so. Being pulled down from my place in the air was a strange sensation and I was constantly fighting to break free to drift up and away. I was bobbed and jerked around on my little string, still unable to see who had purchased me. Then I felt the string tugging me away from the boardwalk. I was spun around and watched as my balloon friends disappeared from sight.

It wasn’t long before I found out who had bought me. It was probably the best luck I had had this day! It was my girlfriend, Selena! She bought me! I was going to be her balloon after all! She brought me to an empty field in a park. That’s when I realized what was about to happen. She had bought me… to pop me!

I wiggled my arms helplessly as o felt my girlfriend’s fingernails playfully brush against my rubbery skin. I let out a muffled whine of pleasure as she teased at my swollen nipples and played with my puffy clit with her tongue. I was completely at her disposal, and soon she would actually dispose of me!

She pulled on the string and brought me down to her level. I was panting and flush with lust and as I looked into her eyes I could see she was just as excited. Then I saw her smile as her fingernails started to dig into my balloony flesh. The pressure building up inside me was growing immense! All that tension needed to be released! I wanted to pop! Pop me already! Blow me apart! I’m no longer your girlfriend, I’m just a silly horny balloon ready to get what’s coming to her!

There was creaking as my skin grew tighter and her nails dug deeper. They were so sharp! They could puncture me at any moment! I whined again as the strain grew too much to bear! Please pop me! I can’t hold it any longer! I need to be popped! Please! I wiggled my arms helplessly as the nails dug deeper. I watched my girlfriend’s face as she braced herself for my detonation. She was almost wild with anticipation and excitement.

Then I felt it! Her fingernails broke my rubbery skin and with a thunderous KABOOM! I exploded into a torrent of flesh colored rubbery scraps that drifted away in the wind. In that fraction of a second of intense and pleasurable release I heard an orgasmic cry from my girlfriend that echoed in the air as I drifted away. I’m so happy I was able to bring her the joy I had set out to do today!