[f/f, multiple, blueberry, helium, popping]

There was a deafening KABOOM!

And then there was nothing.

But then…

Angie slowly blinked her eyes. Her vision came into focus like a mist was being cleared away. Her mind was fuzzy, and she tired. She didn’t recognize where she was. The room was white and bright. Too bright at first. Angie had trouble adjusting to the light.

She sensed that she was laying down. Carefully she pushed herself up into a sitting positing. With the light out of her eyes she could see more clearly. There were about a dozen rows of long rectangular metal boxes. One of the boxes was open and on the inside she could vaguely see the carved out hollow shape of a woman’s body. A front on the lid and a back on the bottom half, almost like it was some sort of mold.

That’s when Angie realized that she was sitting in a similar metal box. Looking behind her she saw the curved outlines of her body. She had just sat up out of what appeared to be a mold of herself?

The clicking of heels drew her attention away from the box she was in and towards a large breasted woman in a white lab coat. The lab coat was open and Angie could see that the woman wasn’t wearing anything else underneath.

Angie averted her eyes and blushed. That’s when she noticed that there was something odd about her skin, and more specifically around her body. Her skin was smooth and shiny. It looked like it was made of rubber, and all along her sides were seams.

“Don’t be alarmed” said the woman in the lab coat with a soothing voice. Any fear or anxiety she was feeling melted away and Angie looked back at the woman.

“It’s normal to be disoriented after being re-molded.”

She held her hand out and Angie took it. The woman helped her climb out of the metal box and step down to the floor. The tiles of the floor were extremely cold. When Angie looked down at her feet she realized that she was completely naked. She let out a gasp and tried to cover herself up. The woman in the lab coat just smiled and carefully took her hands again.

“Don’t be ashamed. Nudity around here is quite common. We’ve got a lot to talk about! Will you please follow me, number 4068?”

Angie did as she was told and the two walked through the room towards a door on the far side. As they walked Angie got a better look at the many open molds that aligned the walls and could tell that each one was just slightly different from one another.

Through the door was much smaller room with a desk, a seat, and a pile of hospital gowns in a large laundry basket. The woman gestured to the pile and Angie picked one out and put it on. Then she sat down in the chair while the woman in the lab coat sat behind the desk.

“My name is Lilly and I’m a research assistant for the Pop Palace corporation.”

The Pop Palace… that sounded familiar. While Angie’s thoughts were clear as crystal now in the present, she was still having trouble remembering how she got here. But the name Pop Palace sounded really familiar. The woman smiled gently and took in a deep breath.

“This is going to sound a little strange, but there’s no getting around it. You popped.”

“I…. What?”

“Popped. Like a balloon. You got huge and inflated and then burst like a balloon!”

Angie thought for a minute. Despite how absurd it sounded, deep in her mind she knew it to be true. But what did that mean?

“You worked at one of the Pop Palace’s many bursting rooms as an assistant. Unfortunately during one of your shifts you got trapped inside the burst chamber and were.. well… popped!”

Angie’s memories began to flood back to her. She remembered now. She used to sweep the floor of popped women in the chamber. One night a last minute gathering had shown up and  accidentally trapped her inside. And then she… Angie blushed as she remembered how intense and pleasurable the inflating had been and how orgasmic the pop had felt.

Lilly seemed to notice and smiled. “Yes, it was probably a very intense and enjoyable experience. There’s nothing to be ashamed about. It’s one of our highest priorities with our products!”

“I… burst.” Said Angie in disbelief.

“Yes, you did.” Said Lilly, gently.

“Like a balloon!” Said Angie, with a little more excitement this time.

“Blow into scraps!”

Angie took a deep breath. She didn’t know why but just saying it out loud was a huge turn on. She shifted in her seat making a rubbery squeak as she adjusted herself.

“But then… if I was popped, where am I now?”

“Ah, we’ve reached the crux of the matter. Let me see if I can explain and you let me know if you need any clarification” Said Lilly. Angie nodded and Lilly began.

“The majority of our products result in the… hmm… let’s say… destruction of the user. While we have reconstructive facilities all over the world, there are a few instances where some users are… difficult to reconstruct.”

“Reconstruct? As in you’re putting popped people back together?”

Lilly tilted her head a bit. “Well.. sort of. We can’t physically stitch back together pieces of popped people, especially in instances where we can’t find all the pieces.” She chuckled to herself. “While we have redundancies and safeguards in place for all our products, every once in a while someone will slip through the cracks, sort to speak.”

“Redundancies?”

“Yes, things like dna traces, barcode registration, serial numbers and the like. This facility specializes in reconstructing the people who did not have any of those failsafes to protect them.”

Angie blinked as she tried to take this all in.

Lilly continued, “it’s a very difficult process and sometimes finding the right pieces is tricky. You were popped early in the Pop Palace’s operation before we had more standardized failsafes and as a result it was very difficult to reconstruct you exactly as you were.”

Lilly gestured to Angie’s body. Angie looked down and remembered the seams along her sides. She felt her smooth skin once more. It was starting to make sense.

“We didn’t have enough… hmm… let’s say… material to properly identify and reconstruct you at first. And so we’ve had to resort to a backup method.”

Lilly got up and gestured for Angie to follow her. At the back of the room was a full length mirror and for the first time Angie was able to see her entire body. Her skin was smooth rubber. There were seams all along her sides and arms. Her hair was even a solid piece of rubber that was molded into a hairdo. She looked almost exactly like she remembered she did, just now as if she was a really detailed inflatable.

“I am sorry but I’m afraid you’re going to be like this from now on.” Said Lilly. “I hope you approve of your figure. If you’d like a different hair style we can mold you a different one.”

“I’m… a living… balloon woman?”

“Essentially, yes!” Said Lilly with a hint of excitement in her voice. “We were forced to create a mold of your body and we’ve used our tech here to inject the mold with… uh… you.”

Angie couldn’t believe it. She felt the seams along her sides again and then noted that her breasts and butt were a little fuller than she remembered.

“Some alteration was unavoidable, but we did the best we could.” Said Lilly with a wink.

Angie couldn’t stop looking at her body. She touched her hair. It felt weird as one solid mass. It squeaked like rubber. Despite the alterations she didn’t feel upset or frightened about it all. In fact she felt surprisingly horny. She blushed again as she examined her figure in the mirror and Lilly did her best not to giggle.

“Can I… uh..” Angie hesitated. She wasn’t sure if she should ask but she couldn’t get the thought out of her mind. “Can I be inflated and.. popped… again?”

Lilly’s face beamed with happiness. “Of course you can! That’s one of the reasons our products are so popular! They wouldn’t be nearly as addictive if it wasn’t a pleasurable experience.”

“But can I be… molded… again?” Angie bit her lip.

“Of course! Since we have a mold of your body we can reconstruct you as many times as you’d like!”

Lilly guided Angie back to her seat and sat down behind the desk once more.

“Now there’s a few things we need to finalize before we let you go.” Said Lilly as she pulled out a small tablet. “Your mold is number 4068, but I imagine you don’t want to be called that.”

“I’m Angie”

“An..gie…” said Lilly, typing away on the tablet. “Now then, where would you like your nozzles?”

“Nozzles?”

“Yes, the molding process can return your shape and mind, but you’re completely sealed up. One wrong prick of a needle and you could be burst again!” Angie let out a little whine at the thought.

Lilly noticed that this was turning her on, “…and as much as I’m sure you’d love that, it’s really a good idea to have a nozzle or valve that you can use to regulate how full you are.”

Then Lilly leaned over the desk and got close to Angie’s ear. “Just be careful not to deflate yourself too far or fill yourself up so tightly that you burst…again.”

As Lilly leaned back in her chair Angie couldn’t help but close her eyes and moan at the thought of being popped again. And again. And again.

Lilly opened a drawer in her desk and pulled out two little rubber nozzles. They looked like the kind that were on beach balls. She then leaned forward and gently slipped her fingers under one of Angie’s breasts and cupped it firmly in her hand. She held up the nozzle and gestured with it towards her nipples. Angie, who was in a heightened state of arousal simply nodded and then let out another moan as a strong feeling of pleasure grew inside her.

Lilly placed the nozzle onto her nipple and it fused instantly with her skin. She did the same with Angie’s other nipple and pushed both nozzles in so they weren’t sticking out. However after a few seconds they popped out again erect. Lilly giggled. “Someone is excited I see,” she teased before cocking her head and biting her lip in thought.

“Would you perhaps assist me with some… tests?” She said, standing up from behind the desk and letting her lab coat fall to the floor. Seeing Lilly’s fully naked body snapped Angie’s mind back to reality.

“Tests? What sort of tests?”

“Ones I think you’ll quite enjoy.” Said Lilly with a wink. She walked around the desk and linked her arm with Angie as she stood up. Lilly began leading her out the door and back into the molding room.

This time there were a lot more assistants and a couple other girls waking up after being re-molded. All of the assistants were sporting enormous chests and their lab coats did nothing to contain them.

Angie saw a couple assistants sprinkling what looked like confetti into one of the molds before shutting it. There was a drawn out hiss and smoke rose from the sides. Then there was a DING! and the mold opened again. Where once was confetti now sat up a very attractive woman with dark skin. Her Afro was molded to her head and it kinda looked like she was wearing a large inflatable balloon as hair.

Over in another mold an assistant was pouring in what appeared to be bubbling spring water. The mold closed, the hiss and ding happened again, and when the mold opened a woman sat up with skin that shimmered in the light.

“Some of our customers were melted with bath bombs or burst into bubbles.” Said Lilly as they continued to walk through the lab. “Their new skin can sometimes take the appearance of those changes. I suspect this rainbow hued girl was probably popped into bubbles, so now she kinda looks like she’s made OF bubbles solution.” As if to confirm it the girl hiccuped and a stream of small bubbles burst from her lips. Lilly nudged Angie at the comical sight. “There are sometimes side effects of course, but nothing serious.”

The two reached a door on the far side of the lab and went through into a much larger and more spacious room. In fact you probably wouldn’t even call it a room. It was more like an airplane hanger. Inside there were a lot of assistants and they all seemed to be “testing” some inflated and bloated subjects. Poking them, prodding them, and in some cases popping them with a bang! There were some who were so inflated they were up on the ceiling, and others that seemed to be weighed down like a water balloon. There were some that were turning blue and slowly beginning to bloat into giant blueberries.

One of the blueberries exploded and some of the juice drenched an assistant who was too close to the blast. Angie watched as the assistant began turning blue and blowing up just like her test subject had done before she too bursting into a mess of blueberry juice. The juice flowed down to a drain in the floor. A highly localized sprinkler turned on briefly, washing the juice away and then turned off. Another assistant with a test subject took over the spot.

Angie was starting to have trouble walking. She was so horny she just wanted to stop and play with herself right where she stood. But Lilly kept her moving at a brisk pace. Soon the two arrived at a little partitioned space. It was like a cubicle but even more open. Against the partition wall was a series of air and helium canisters with hoses draped on the floor.

Lilly guided Angie to the center of their new space. She leaned down to pick up a hose on the ground, but on the way up she gently gave Angie kisses along her thigh. Angie shivered and let out a moan as Lilly got very close to her rubbery pussy. She continued up her stomach and kissed the underside of Angie’s breasts. Angie couldn’t help it any more and she grabbed Lilly tightly, shoving her head between her squeaking chest.

Lilly hugged her back and wiggled her way up and out of Angie’s boobs to give her a kiss on the lips. The two of them began to make out, not caring if any other nearby assistants might be watching. Angie loved the feeling of her face being squished in ever so slightly as Lilly kissed her passionately. She was a balloon now and while she had a definite shape she was not as solid as she has been before. To emphasize this Lilly wrapped her arms around Angie and squeezed her so tightly her stomach was almost pressed flat. The air inside Angie made its way into her chest which plumped up in response and then shrank back when Lilly released the hug.

Then Lilly broke their kiss and stepped back, giving Angie a wink. Angie felt a strange sensation in her chest. A cool, soothing, but exciting feeling. She looked down and saw that Lilly had attached hoses to her new nipple nozzles and she was inflating her! She traced the hoses back to their sources and saw two helium tanks.

“You’re gonna blow me up?” Said Angie with a moan.

“Oh yes. I’m going to blow you up alright.”

“You mean… pop me?”

Lilly nodded her head and Angie let out a long moan at the thought. Angie’s chest was rapidly inflating in front of her and now her chest resembled two growing beach balls sticking comically out in front of her. The helium kept them from sagging with weight and instead they sort of pointed upwards.

“Let’s call this a… stress test” said Lilly, blowing Angie a kiss as Angie started to rise off the floor. She kicked her feet until she had achieved lift-off. Then she started playing with herself as she dangled in the air tethered to her rapidly inflating breast balloons.

Lilly couldn’t help it either and she began playing with herself too. The two of them masterbated as Angie’s chest grew larger and larger and Angie hovered above the helium tanks. Angie closed her eyes and imagined she was a cheap prize at a balloon stand. Every gentle waft of air sent shivers through her body.

Then Angie felt something different. She opened her eyes and noticed her body felt like it was was stretching but it wasn’t growing any bigger. The pressure inside her was rising fast, and so was her orgasm. She was being over inflated! Lilly was going to pop her on purpose! Angie’s mind raced with excitement and yearning.

“Please… !” She pleaded with a high pitched helium voice.

“Please what?” Teased Lilly.

“Please pop me!”

“I’ll see you soon!” Said Lilly with a wave.

The pressure was so intense now. She could sense that she had passed the threshold of no return. In any second she would burst and release all this wonderful pent up sexual energy. She opened her mouth as her orgasm reached its peak. Angie let out a final cry of pleasure as she came. Her tight rubbery skin finally buckled and Angie blew apart into flesh colored scraps.

There was a deafening KABOOM!

And then there was nothing.

But then…