[bbw inflation, popping]

Jennifer was walking through the mall one day when she noticed a strange sight. Against a blank wall was what looked like a cheap plastic lawn chair. Standing at attention next to it was a rather well endowed woman holding a dustbin on a pole. In her other hand was a broom. Beside her was a large rubber trash can with a recycling symbol on the front.

Jennifer approached the setup and asked the woman why there was a random beach chair in the mall. The woman stayed standing at attention and just remarked with authority “have a seat and find out.”

Not one to refuse a request like that, Jennifer put down her bags and sat down in the lawn chair. Being a rather large woman, Jennifer had expected the chair to buckle a bit under her weight. But to her surprise it didn’t.

“Now what?” Asked Jennifer with a little hint of cockiness in her voice. The attendant did not say anything in return and continued to guard the chair and bin.

Just then Jennifer felt something odd. It felt like something cool and light was swirling inside her belly. There was an audible hissing coming from the chair too. Jennifer tried to get up to see what was causing it, but found that she was unable to move.

“Hey, wait, what’s going on?” She asked with a little bit of panic in her voice. The attendant said nothing.

Jennifer turned her attention to her stomach. It had always been rather plump, but it was beginning to look a lot bigger than she remembered. The hissing continued and the cool air swirling inside her gave her goosebumps. It wasn’t an all together unpleasant sensation.

“Please, what’s going on?” Asked Jennifer again. Her voice was a little bit higher pitched than it was before.

The attendant stayed perfectly still but answered sharply “you are being recycled.”

“What? What does that mean?”

“You sat in the chair so you have agreed to be recycled.”

“That doesn’t make any se-aaaahhhh!” Jennifer let out a gasp as the pleasant sensation began to spread through her body. She could feel the air that was probably inflating her flow through her limbs, down to her toes and fingers.

“What… mphh… what do you mean… re… recycled?” Asked Jennifer again with some effort. She couldn’t hold back the many tiny moans that escaped her lip as she inflated.

“You will be popped and we will recycle your scraps.” Said the attendant matter-of-factly. Jennifer’s eyes went wide.

“You’re gonna pop me??” Her voice sounded like a chipmunk now it was so high. The attendant just stood there silently.

Jennifer looked down at her body. She had been large before, but she was so much bigger than she ever thought she could get. Her skin stretched tightly as the air inside her continued its unceasing flow. Her arms and legs began to look like plump sausages, and her hands and feet began to sink into her inflating wrists. Her breasts were pointed to the ceiling with a buoyancy that was unexpected, and Jennifer surmised that the gas filling her up must be some sort of helium.

One by one the buttons on her blouse popped off and shot across the hall. The pressure in her midsection was still intense despite being a bit looser now. ThenJennifer heard the sound of ripping fabric and with a loud BWAMPH! her clothes tore apart and her body was free to round itself out. The sensation rocked her mind for a bit and it took a minute before Jennifer was able to come back to her senses from the sudden pleasure.

Jennifer wiggled her hands helplessly as they sunk into her expanding arms, and her toes disappeared into the bloated flesh of her expanding legs. She couldn’t see anything anymore except for her skin stretched like a giant weather balloon in front of her. Even her once enormous breasts had started to sink into her ever expanding figure and flatten out.

The attendant eyed her inflation with a bit of worry. Most girls popped by now. But maybe because Jennifer was a large girl she would become much larger than normal? To take precautions she grabbed the recycling bin by the handle and walked it out of the way of Jennifer’s expanding body.

Jennifer was quite literally a sphere now. Her head, hands, feet, and breasts were no longer visible. There was a echoing hollow dumming sound that emanates from her body which indicated just how tight she must really be. Jennifer for her part was unable to comprehend what was going on. Her mind was just overflowing with pleasure and she had the first of many orgasms as she grew.

A small gathering of people had stopped to watch the spectacle. By now her body was at least 15 feet in diameter and was in danger of blocking the mall’s hallway.

The attendant groaned. This had gone on far enough. She was getting too big. The woman reached into her pocket and pulled out a tiny sewing needle. She placed the needle against Jennifer’s tight skin.

Jennifer suddenly became aware of the needle’s pointy prick digging into her side. She realized that this was going to be the end of her. If that needle punctured her skin she would surly explode into… rubbery scraps!

Jennifer let out a low moan of realization. THAT’S what the attendant meant when she said she had volunteered to be “recycled!” She was going to be recycled a pile of rubbery scraps!

“Please! Don’t!” Begged Jennifer as she felt the needle pressing into her skin. “I don’t wanna be trash! I don’t wanna be recycled! I don’t wanna be popped!” Of course deep down she secretly did. The waves of pleasure has rocked her mind so hard that she knew becoming scraps of rubber was her only purpose in life now. She continued to beg, but her comical chipmunk voice and continuous orgasmic cries of pleasure betrayed her pleas.

“Oh please… please I don’t… aaahhh oh god! Mmmmm! Please don’t burst… meeeaaaahhh! Ahhhh! Ohhh! I’m so full! I’m so… oooooooooh! Yes…. I’m…. I’m gonna pop! Please…”

Jennifer’s begging turned into a high pitched whine that sounded like a tea kettle steaming. The pitch grew louder and louder and louder when suddenly KRA-KABOOOOM! she finally exploded. Her body ripped apart into a thousand scraps of fleshy rubbery shards that swirled in the air before gently littering the floor of the mall.

As people clapped, the attendant launched into action. She took the long dustbin on stick and began sweeping up the scraps of Jennifer, depositing them in large batches into the recycling bin she had been guarding. Jennifer had been the largest girl to blow, and that meant that there was a lot more scraps of rubber to sweep up and toss out.

The attendant didn’t mind. This was her favorite part of her job. There was something oddly satisfying about sweeping up the scraps of popped women and dumping them unceremoniously into the bin next to her. Collecting Jennifer’s scraps took longer to complete than most other girls, but eventually the attendant had swept up the last scrap and deposited it into the bin.

The bin was almost full to the brim now. Jennifer’s scraps ended up filling the trash can to the top. With very little room left, the attendant began preparing to push the bin to the truck that would eventually take the scraps to be melted down and recycled. But just then another girl had wandered up to her and asked what the chair was for.

“Have a seat and find out.”