[inflation, popping, segmenting]

As I was walking back to my dorm room I heard a loud BANG and shortly after a door down the hall opened as four of my classmates came coughing out of a thick pink cloud of smoke. Several girls poked their heads out of nearby dorm rooms as the pink cloud billowed and dissipated through the hall. As it flowed past me I could smell a strong scent of rubber.

The four girls stopped coughing and a new problem began to arise. They were inflating all over. They all gasped as every part of their bodies began to swell up. And I do mean every part of their bodies. Their fingers ballooned one by one, their noses, lips, ears, eyes, breasts, butts, legs, arms, toes, etc. Each body part rapidly inflating and swelling up and quickly immobilizing them.

The girls that had poked their heads out of the nearby door rooms soon began experiencing the same transformations, and that’s when I realized that what was happening to them was just a precursor to what would eventually happen to me. I watched with anticipation as a faint sound of hissing air could be heard coming from my body.

The four girls, now fully inflated into huge balloon animal like representations of themselves, suddenly started to break apart. One by one each of their newly inflated segments began to slowly drift away from their “bodies” and float up towards the ceiling independently of one another.

Within minutes the four girls were complete unrecognizable as nothing more than a cluster of balloons bouncing up against one another. If I looked hard enough I could recognize one of their lips, or maybe their breasts with a nipple still on it, but for the most part it was impossible to tell which balloon had belonged to which girl. It was a mesmerizing sight.

The doors that had opened by the curious onlookers stayed opened. The heads of the girls had disappeared back into their rooms as the transformations had taken them over, so I never got to see them segment apart like the four girls in front of me had. All I saw of them were a couple dozen independent balloons slowly drift out of the open doors and join the mess on the ceiling.

That’s when I could finally appreciate my own inflation. This whole time I had been blowing up just like the girls I was watching. But now I could appreciate how weird and fun it felt. Each finger on my hand swelled up into individually round balloons of varying sizes. My hand looked like an inflated rubber glove. I felt my nose swell up and soon it obscured my vision. I felt my lips and ears swell up too. My breasts and butt were already massive and I could no longer walk.

Then I felt my fingers disconnect from my hand. I could still feel them individually, but I couldn’t wiggle them or feel them connected to my body if that makes sense. It was definitely a strange sensation to feel my body come undone like this. Each part of me segmenting off and drifting away. Connected through touch and yet not connected to one another. My legs drifted away and I felt my body wanting to fell on its back except that my back didn’t exist anymore. It was up on the ceiling with my breasts and arms.

At last my head segmented apart. With one balloon eye I watched my lips float away, and with the other I saw my ears, hair, and nose drift up towards the ceiling. My vision was blurred and disorienting as my eyes joined them.

As my cluster of balloon body parts drifted to the ceiling they began to mingle with the other segmented balloon parts of the other girls. I was amazed to realize I could sense their feelings and emotions as we bounced gently against one another. Like me, they were incredibly turned on and horny. Each gently touch was sending pleasure through my various balloon body parts, and after a while it was like we were all having an impromptu orgy on the ceiling together.

No sound could be heard from us, and from the sight of a normal person it would’ve looked like someone had just released a hundred multi colored balloons into the halls. Yet for us balloons, it was euphoric and intense. Id never felt such orgasmic pleasure in my life! And it wouldn’t stop either! Each touch, bump, rub, and jostle of our parts was sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.

Then there was a BANG! And then another. And another. One by one, we were popping! Maybe the pleasure has gotten too intense for some of us. Whatever the cause, we were popping! BANG! BANG! BANG!!!

I felt my big toe explode with a sharp BANG! And I could feel it no more. It didn’t hurt at all, but it felt peculiar knowing I should be able to feel it yet nothing was there. Another BANG! and there went my left breast. BANG! my right arm. BANG! My left butt cheek. BANG! My right breast. I was disappearing! Bit by bit I was being popped out of existence!

There was a BANG! And then I couldn’t hear out of my left ear. Another Bang and then I couldn’t see out of my right eye. Oh my god this was insane! Each pop was jostling our bodies together more and more and each pop was still sending orgasmic waves through us all. I wanted to pop more than ever and yet there was a tiny twinge of fear in the back of my mind knowing that eventually I would be complete popped out of existence! But that fear was overtaken by the intense desire to pop! It just felt so good!

“Please! Pop me away!” I begged in my mind. BANG! There went my leg. BANG! My stomach. BANG! Then suddenly my vision disappeared. My eyes must have popped because I could no longer see anything. With another BANG! Silence suddenly befell me. My ears must have gone too. I could no longer see or hear, but that didn’t stop the sensations I could feel.

Bit by bit my body was disappearing. Each pop was a sudden jolt of pleasure through my remaining pieces. And with each pop those sensations were becoming smaller and more concentrated than ever before. It was like a rising orgasm, I was ready to burst! Literally! Only one segment of my body remained. I couldn’t even tell what part of me it was, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to explode and feel that final orgasmic blast!

BANG!