[inflation, popping, f/f, helium]

I sat down on the green wooden bench, panting and sweating from my morning jog. The air was crisp and cool, and the leaves were just starting to turn. It was a perfect day for a casual excursion through the park.

I wiped my brow and took a swig from my water bottle before placing its coolness against my neck. A breeze blew through, cooling me off even more. I was about ready to get up when I noticed something out of the corner of my eye.

Turning my head I saw a very peculiar sight! Floating several dozen feet above the ground, and wafting gently in the breeze, were a bunch of women with enormous weather balloon sized breasts! Their bare rubbery skin shone in the morning light as they drifted on by me. Several of the women were uncontrollably playing with themselves as best they could, while others were moaning as their bodies hung limp from their enormous breasts.

It didn’t take long for me to find the explanation for this flock of flying balloon women. My eyes trailed down and I saw a woman in a spandex outfit, complete with leg warmers and bandana, skipping merrily along the path. She was twirling a small plastic toy gun in her hand.

Every so often she’d stop, take a small dart out of a punch on her hip, insert it into the toy gun, and then she’d fire it at some woman passing by. The woman would let out a yelp of surprise before their breasts would rapidly expand, often bursting through their clothes and pointing the poor women skyward. After a few seconds they’d kick off the ground and become airborn, moaning and playing with themselves without a care in the world. Then the dart gun woman would continue on her merry way, twirling the gun until she met another woman on the path and the whole routine would start over again.

I watched with fixation as this strange ritual played out. One by one, every female passerby this mysterious woman encountered would inevitably be launched skyward. Behind her was a wake of enormous skin colored balloons, creaking and groaning and making incredibly lewd sounds of pleasure. I must admit that I caught myself biting my lip and felt my own hands exploring my body a bit as these women were darted and sent skyward.

Then a fear rose up inside me. The woman was coming this way! What should I do? Should I run? Should I flee? She would likely see me get up and try to escape and she’d probably still manage to dart me! But would that be so bad? Should I stay where I was? Should I… let her dart me? Do I… do I want to have my breasts blown up so huge that I fly away like an aimless balloon?

As I wrestled with my emotions the woman continued to approach me. She continued to dart women haphazardly left and right. PLUMP! There goes one woman! BLOOMP! There goes another! Pairs of breasts just exploding into enormous orbs and yanking their owners high into the air.

Eventually my decision to run or stay was made up for me. I had fought in my mind for too long and the dart woman had caught up to me. Without even looking at me she shot her toy gun and I felt a twinging prick oh my left breast. It felt like someone had just pinched me briefly. But that feeling went away as a newer more intense lustful sensation flowed through my body.

My breasts immediately began to swell up like balloons and they stretched my sports bra tightly. The elastic tried to contain my new assets but they couldn’t for long and with a loud RIIIIPPPP! my bra tore apart and my bare breasts shot out. The surge caused me to gasp and my mind shook with pleasure. I swear I must’ve orgasmed on the spot as I felt my feet leave the ground. My balloon breasts tugging me upward into the air as they grew.

Within a matter of seconds I was airborne and floating up and up and up! The cool breeze causing my rubbery skin to send shivers and goosebumps across my body. I squealed with delight as waves of sexual pleasure washed over me like the waves rolling on a beach. I couldn’t think about anything else except pleasuring myself and trying to find some release to these lustful feelings.

I couldn’t see the woman any longer, and soon the sounds of the city below began to fade. Between orgasms I managed to look around and saw the sky absolutely aglow with enormous flesh colored balloons just like me! I didn’t know how I would get down, if this was permanent, or if these pleasurable sensations would ever end… and I didn’t care.

I heard some sounds that should have alarmed me, but they didn’t. Sounds of women crying out in pleasure suddenly silenced by loud explosions and bangs! It wasn’t hard to surmise what was happening. The air pressure  was growing and the women around me we popping like the balloons they were. Very soon I would likely join them and explode too. And yet that thought did not bother me. Maybe if I popped that release of pent up sexual energy would finally come!

I felt the pressure in my chest increase. My balloon tits began to creak. I came again and again as I tried to free myself of these wonderful feelings.

Then suddenly without warning there was a loud BANG!

And I explode into a flurry of rubbery shards.