[inflation, f, popping]
It appeared on everyone’s phone at the same time one day. Out of the blue, everyone got a text message that simply read:
“Do you want to pop? Y/N?”
You rolled your eyes. “It must be a silly prank” you thought to yourself. You were about to delete it when a girl standing next to you respond with a “yes.”
Seconds after hitting send she suddenly let out a gut curling scream of pleasure before ballooning up into a ball and exploded with a BANG! Her phone dropped to the ground amid her tattered clothes and rubbery skin scraps.
Your face flushed red and you shook your head in shock. Did that just happen? You stared at where the girl had been standing just moments ago, watching as her rubbery scraps fluttered away in the breeze.
You had been holding your phone out in front of you when the girl exploded. You looked down at the text message. Your finger lingering over the delete button. You repeated the message in your head. “Do I want to pop?”
“No!” You thought to yourself. But your finger just lingered there. Something was stopping you from deleting the message. The look on that girl’s face. The speed and suddenness of her rapid inflation. The sharp BANG!
You put your phone in your pocket.
“Maybe.” You thought to yourself.
On your walk home you witnessed a number of women suddenly inflate and explode. All of them had their phones out and likely popped because they responded to that message.
There was that woman on the park bench, the woman exiting the coffee shop, the woman who came out of the movie theater, and that woman who was jogging down the street. All of them pulled out their phone, pushed a button, and then rapidly ballooned up like a beach ball and exploded with the most sensual screams you’d ever heard. Nothing remained of them except scraps of tattered clothes and confetti.
More troubling still was that after each one exploded you found yourself getting more and more turned on. By the time you reached your apartment complex you were visibly shaking with excitement. You couldn’t wait to go to town on your girlfriend you were so horny.
As you entered your apartment it was strangely quiet. “I’m home!” You called out to your girlfriend, but no reply came back. On the floor however was a pile of rubbery scraps and your girlfriend’s bra. Her cellphone topping it off the confetti pile like a candle on a cake.
That pushed you over the edge. You quickly pulled out your phone and stared at the message.
“Do you want to pop? Y/N?”
You bit your lip and with panting breath typed out your reply.
“Yes”
Send.