[inflation, multiple, popping]

The teacher stopped talking as an unexpected visitor entered the lecture hall. It was a woman dressed up like a mime with a black and white stripped top holding in an impressively large chest. She wore a black beret and had suspenders that amplified how tight her chest must’ve been.

The teacher was about to say something but the mime put a white gloved finger to her lips and mimed a silent “shhhh” with her mouth.

The lecture hall was packed with students who were just as confused as the teacher was. There was a slight murmur in the audience as the mime stepped into the center of the room.

The mime waved at everyone eagerly then turned to look at the teacher. She put her hands on an invisible bar in-front of her and pushed down.

The teacher let out a gasp as her body plumped up a bit. Her belly poked out and her once slender arms and legs got thicker. Before she had a moment to adjust to her new size, the mime pulled her hands up and pushed the invisible bar down again.

And once again the teacher’s body plumped up even more. Her arms and legs now forced to stick out like a starfish. Her puffy face looked bewildered and amazed at the sudden transformation that was happening to her.

Then the mime began to pump the invisible bar quickly, like she was using a tire pump. With each pretend press the teacher got bigger and bigger. Her now completely spherical body creaked and groaned.

The mime didn’t stop though, continuing to pump vigorously. The teacher’s round body stopped growing and deep hollow drum like sounds could be heard from her tight body.

BANG!

With a final dramatic press of the invisible handle the teacher exploded into a shower of rubbery scraps.

The mime brushed her sleek hair from her face and turned to the students. She waived at everyone once again and proceeded to place her hands on another invisible bike pump.

There were gasps and moans from the students as the mime pressed the plunger down for the first time. Almost instantaneously every student in the lecture hall ballooned up. Just like the teacher, their arms and legs plumped up while their breasts, bellies, and butts all filled up with imaginary air.

The mime began vigorously pumping again and watched with glee as every student swelled up into giant round balls with nothing but hands and feet wiggling helplessly. There were lots of moans and groaning and ripping of shirts and pants as everyone ballooned up in synch with the mime’s antics.

Then the mime lifted her hands for a final time, savoring the moment before forcefully pushing in the invisible bike pump handle.

BANG!

KA-BOOM!

SNAP!

BOOM!

KA-BANG!

A cacophony of explosions rang out through the lecture hall as everyone simultaneously burst into rubbery shards of scraps and confetti. The mime tumbled backwards from the gust of air that hit her.

Standing up amid an absolute mess of rubbery scraps and torn clothing, the mine took a bow before exiting the now silent lecture hall.