[inflation, popping, deflation, f/f]

I felt something inside me stirring. At first I thought I was waking up from a dream, but it didn’t quite feel that way the longer i had time to process things. My vision was blurred and I couldn’t hear much outside a faint rhythmic pumping that sounded miles away. My body wouldn’t move and I felt limp, like I couldn’t even lift a finger if I wanted to. The pumping sound started to come into focus, and slowly my eyes began to open.

I still couldn’t figure out where I was. My mind was a bit hazy. But as I looked around I began to piece things together. What happened before I woke up here? What was I doing? I think I was at a trade show of some kind? Yeah… something something palace? Pop palace? That’s it. I was at a trade show for the pop palace! Then what happened? I remember people inflating… and deflating… oh! Deflating? Yes! That feels familiar. I think… I think I was deflated!

As my senses came back I remembered everything and took stock of my predicament. I had gone to the trade show with some friends. We stopped at a booth which had portable nozzles and… I was deflated by the attendant there! So where was I now? I looked around and saw that I was on a small platform. I still couldn't move much but I was able to make out that I was in a bikini. There were people in front of me. One person was pumping up and down, and as they did so I felt the energy and awareness inside me growing. I was being reinflated!

So that’s what happened… I had been deflated and now I was being reinflated. That’s why I felt like I had dozed off and was feeling so hazy. But now that I was filling up with air, everything started to make sense again.

My head regained its mobility and I looked around some more. I wasn’t the only one being reinflated. There was another woman next to me in a similar bikini, and she was being pumped up by a person too. We were on a stage. Was this a contest? Are they inflating us as a competition? What’s the goal?

As my vision cleared I could see the person pumping me was a lovey brunette woman with dark red lips. She had her eyes fixated on me as she filled me up. With every pump I felt the air rush into me and swirl around inside me. Despite regaining my senses I still felt somewhat… hollow? I could even hear the air inside me.

By now both of us on stage were looking like our former selves. There was a hose attached to our butts, and as I regained the ability to move my arms I patted myself all over. I felt like rubber. My skin was shiny and smooth and there was a faint smell of plastic in the air. Was that me?

The sound of a moan drew my attention to the woman inflating beside me. She was plumping up now, moving beyond her original shape and filling out like a balloon. Despite her situation she was clearly enjoying herself and she let out tiny gasps in rhythm to the pumps inflating her. I stared for a bit as I watched her bosom jiggling with each thrust as it slowly expanded and rounded out.

That’s when I felt something inside me. There was a building pressure that was spreading across my skin and I felt my own chest begin to push out farther than it’s always been. I could feel the bikini straps tightening into my skin as my chest stretched outward. The sensation was exhilarating and I began to feel lightheaded. I let out a moan myself as I felt the fabric of my top rubbing across my sensitive nipples. They hardened to attention which only intensified the sensation. I rolled my head back and unconsciously grabbed my chest and gave my new balloons a squeeze. They squeaked like rubber in my fingers.

I looked over at my inflating companion and saw that she was much farther along than I was. The woman pumping her up was clearly giving it her all. Her arms and legs were sticking out like sausages and her chest bounced hypnotically as she began to round out. It wasn’t long before my own curvy figure began to round out as well. My arms began to feel stiff and I was no longer able to bend them at the elbow. They stuck out to my sides and slowly began to rise up as they ballooned bigger and bigger. The same happened to my legs and soon I was standing before this crowd of people like a bloated starfish. My bikini struggling to stay in one piece as the pumping grew faster and faster.

I looked out at the crowd. There were tons of people huddled around these two women. And the two women were furiously pumping away at a large bike pump. The woman on my left was going faster, however. My inflator wasn’t able to keep up with her. I saw her wipe sweat from her brow as she began to tire out. I don’t blame her. We were both massive in size now. It must’ve been exhausting work blowing us up so huge.

That’s when I began to wonder what the goal of inflating us was. Was it to see who could be blown up the fastest? Or the biggest? Or…?

The answer was given to me when I began to hear a creaking sound of stretching rubber. At first I thought it was myself, but I didn’t feel like I was at my limit just yet. I still had a ways to go. I couldn’t move my head anymore as it had sunken into my bloating body. But I could just make out of the corner of my eyes the sight of a very large balloon with tiny wiggling hands. It must’ve been my companion. She was creaking! She was going to burst! Oh my god! They were racing us to see who could be popped first!

The creaking grew louder and the moans from the woman grew louder and faster. I couldn’t see the woman pumping her up, but I could hear the pump itself and it was going very fast now! I felt something hit the side of my ballooning body and at first I thought my friend had finally popped. But no, it was just her bikini top. It had held on as long as it could and had finally snapped and smacked me in the side. I felt like my own top wasn’t far behind. It was digging into my back.

I began to feel an intense pleasure growing inside me. It was like it was sliding along the inside of my hollow rubbery skin, if that makes sense. A faint but pleasant tickling sensation. It swirled around my sensitive areas, and concentrated in my chest around my nipples. I started to feel warm and… tight? Oh oh.. is that me? Am I stretching too far?

As if to answer my question yet again I heard the definitive sounds of stretching rubber and this time they were emanating from my spherical form. My inflator has caught up somewhat to my companion and now both of us were teetering on the edge of being popped! I should’ve been scared but I was more anxious than anything. The sensations were overwhelming and I wanted so desperately to let the air pressure inside me to release somehow. I let out a whimper of a moan as my lips and cheeks were so full I couldn’t open my mouth anymore.

The two of us balloon girls must’ve been quite a sight. I couldn’t see my friend but I could hear her body groaning and straining with every pump. I watched as the woman inflating me redoubled her efforts and I felt the intense pressure inside me growing more and more extreme. The creaking grew louder and louder and I knew very soon this would be it. I was about to be burst like an over inflated balloon! And I wanted it to happen so badly. The growing pressure inside me was so intense. I needed a release! Please! Pop me!

KABOOM!

I must admit that I winced as a torrent of air blasted me. It took a second for me to realize that I was still intact. My companion however had been blown apart. Rubbery fragments and confetti fluttered down over the crowd and there was an intense cheering. The girl pumping me slumped over her pump, exhausted. The winner of this strange completion was jumping up and down and clapping wildly. If I could have let out a sigh of relief I would have, but my lips and cheeks were so plumped up I could only moan in place and wiggle my fingers helplessly.

When the cheering died down, I watched as people came over and began sweeping the scraps of my burst companion away into a bin. I felt someone tug at something behind me and I heard a little POP! come from my butt. They had taken the hose that had been inflating me out. I watched as the girl who hadn’t managed to burst me walk up towards my round body. She let out a defeated smile and gave my tight figure a hug. It… felt really nice.

Then I felt a tug, and felt something cold, and then heard a HISSSSSSSS. I felt the pressure inside me relaxing as a cold sensation flowed through me. The woman had popped open my nozzle. I had forgotten it was there. She was deflating me! I began to return to a normal size, and the moment I was able to move my arms I embarrassingly cupped my bare breasts with my hands as I looked away blushing. This seemed to have amused the woman because she laughed and hugged me again. This time tighter than before. At first it was just nice to be held, but soon I felt the strength within me fading again. I felt my arms go limp and I my legs wobble and become weak. She was pushing the air inside me out faster!

I felt my head fall back and my torso crumple over itself as the air holding me up escaped. I was laid gently on the ground and I could feel her delicate fingers poking and prodding at my rubbery skin in an attempt to get all the air inside me out as she could. Then I felt her fingers wrap around my feet and felt her start to roll me up like a blanket. Before my vision faded away and my consciousness returned to a haze I saw her give me a wink as she tucked my folded crumpled deflated body into her purse.