[inflation, popping, f/f]

The second I stepped onto the dance floor I realized I had probably made a huge mistake. I’m not sure how my friends were able to convince me to come with them to the Pop Palace Dance Club, but here I was anyway. And I was clearly in over my head.

For starters there weren’t a lot of people actually dancing as many of the people were inflated beyond movement and were being taunted and teased by the other patrons. Some had floated up to the ceiling and were attempting to dance by bouncing gently in the air. Others were being rolled around and played with on the dance floor. And every few seconds you could hear a BANG coming from somewhere and see a burst of confetti floating down over the crowd.

I was there with my 3 friends: Jewel, Ollie, and Blake. Ollie had been the one to convince us to come. Secretly I think she wants to pop given how gleeful and bubbly she became when she saw how wild this place was. Jewel, Blake, and I were less excited about the prospect of becoming scraps on the floor. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t thought being popped on multiple occasions.

“Isn’t this place the best?” asked Ollie as she clapped her hands in rhythm to the beat and tittered on her toes excitedly.

“This place feels more up your alley” replied Blake who didn’t seem quite as excited as Ollie was, but I caught her side eyeing a bloated blond in the corner.

“Let’s just try to have some fun and whatever happens…” BANG! A cute pink haired woman suddenly popped behind her “...happens!”

And with that Ollie led us onto the floor and we all began dancing.

———

It didn’t take long to realize I was in more danger than I had imagined.

While dancing I noticed this woman walking around with what looked like a scrapbook in her arms. She went up to this big breasted blond bimbo and asked something I couldn’t hear. The bimbo jumped for joy and nodded emphatically. Then suddenly the scrapbook woman just jabbed her breasts with a pin and the bimbo exploded into a pile of rubbery scraps. I watched as the other woman leaned over, picked up a couple scraps, and placed them gingery inside her scrapbook.

Then she made her way over towards me.

“Hi there, my name’s Brittany and I was wondering if I could add you to my collection?”

Something about the way she said this turned me on, but I politely declined. “I’m flattered but I’d like to stay on one piece if that’s okay.”

Brittany smiled and nodded “That’s okay! That’s why I ask first! But you are a lovey woman and you would’ve looked nice in my scraps collection!” She giggled and turned towards my friend Jewel. “What about you, cutie? Would you like to become part of my scraps collection?”

This question seemed to surprise Jewel quite a bit. I don’t think she had really ever considered being popped before. So it came as a real shock to me when I heard her breathlessly say “yesssss!”

Brittany’s face beamed with happiness and she leaned in to kiss Jewel. The two of them embraced and I saw Jewel melting into Brittany lustfully. Then I watched as if in slow motion as Brittany pulled out a sharp pin and jabbed it into Jewel’s breasts. Jewel let out a surprised yelp as she exploded into a torrent of rubbery scraps, her empty clothes fluttering gently to the ground where she once stood.

“How… how did you do that?” I asked. “She wasn’t inflated at all!”

Brittany took a moment to readjust her hair as the blast from Jewel exploding had blown it all out of order. Then she held up the pin and showed me it. “This is a pop palace pin. I got it a while ago. It pops anything, and I mean anything, like a balloon. Inflated or not!”

Seemingly just to demonstrate Brittany then turned around and poked a cute black woman who had been dancing near us. In an instant the woman exploded into a pile of dark rubbery scraps with a BANG! and a surprised orgasmic squeal.

Brittany bent down and picked up a couple scraps from Jewel and the black woman she had just popped and placed them both in her scrapbook. Then, closing the book, she winked at me and sauntered away. “If you ever wanna join them, come find me!”

My heart was beating so fast now. I couldn’t believe how aroused I was at watching my friend Jewel be unceremoniously popped like that! Do I want to pop too? No, that’s silly! But then again she looked so happy and.. no! I don’t wanna pop! Or do I?

I bit my lip and returned to dancing with my remaining friends.

———

“I can’t believe Jewel was a secret poppee!” Said Ollie excitedly. We had moved from the dance floor and we’re heading words a row of seats along the wall to rest. “Did you see how she couldn’t contain her lust like that?”

“You’re just jealous Jewel popped before you did” said Blake teasingly. Ollie blushed and made a yearning whine as she pouted.

The three of us sat down on in a row on the empty seats. It was weird though, I could’ve sworn I felt something poking Into my butt when we sat down, but I dismissed it as I attempted to relax.

“Still… I never would’ve expected her to pop! She’s never expressed interest in it before!” Continued Ollie.

“I had my suspicions” said Blake.

“Really?”

“Oh yes. I’ve seen her looking out of the corner of her eyes whenever someone inflated and popped before. Like when those professional cheerleaders came to town that one weekend to do a show?”

“I remember that! They all ended up being popped as a grand finale! It was sooo hot!”

“Yes, well, one of the popped cheerleaders’s torn blouse smacked Jewel in the face.”

“I remember that too, she looked so embarrassed!”

“Did you know she also kept that blouse as a momento?” Asked Blake.

Ollie’s eyes widened. “That devious little boom slut!” Giggled Ollie. “If I had known that I would’ve taken her here sooner!”

The three of us laughed. That’s when I noticed something was wrong. My chest felt lighter and it gently bobbled unnaturally as I tittered. Looking down I was surprised to see my chest has grown at least 4 cup sizes since we sat down. I looked over at my friends and they were all noticing the same things about themselves. Ollie’s chest in particular was pushing watermelon sizes.

Blake and I instantly jumped up off the seats to inspect ourselves. The inflation stopped. Looking back down the culprit was obvious and I smacked my head for not realizing it sooner. They were Pop Palace inflation seats. Of course! There was a nozzle sticking right up between our butts filling us with air as we were relaxing.

Ollie saw this and she practically squealed with delight. She wiggled her hips down and really planted herself on her nozzle.

“Ollie, what’re you doing?” I asked with concern.

“What it look like, genius? I’m gonna pop myself!” Said Ollie as the inflation in her body started to push out her butt and belly.

“Talk about being a boom slut” said Blake in jest.

“That’s right! I’m a boom slut!” Said Ollie proudly, “and I order you to make my last moments in one piece a good one!”

I’m not sure why that turned me on so much, but it did. And it apparently was turning Blake on as well because without hesitation the both of us began fondling and massaging Ollie. She let out another squeal of delight that morphed into a moan of lust as we began pleasuring her.

“You’re gonna burst like a balloon” I said.

“We’ll toss away your scraps too” said Blake deviously. “Because that’s all you’ll be to us! Popped confetti and scraps!” Ollie moaned.

We continued to pleasure our inflating friend. Blake went to town on her ballooning breasts while I managed to get on my knees and squeeze my head between her plumping thighs. It took a little effort but I managed to pull her skirt down and was not at all surprised to find she wasn’t wearing underwear. Ollie let out a sudden GASP as my tongue slipped between her inflating lips. I felt her balloony sausage legs try to wrap around my head as I began playing with her puffy pussy, but they couldn’t hold for long. Her inflation was quickly immobilizing her. Her legs soon jutted out to the sides involuntarily giving me full access to her wet nethers.

“Oh my god! Thank you! Please! Pop me! I wanna burst like a balloon” cried Ollie as her orgasm grew stronger and stronger. Blake was struggling to play with Ollie’s breasts now that they had grown too big and instead she attempted to blow into Ollie’s other plump lips.

I could hear squeaking and rubber stretching as Ollie’s body began to round out tighter and tighter. As I pleasured her she started to sound more and more hollow as her skin grew taut. Her pussy grew tighter and soon I was forced to abandon using my tongue and instead had to use my fingers. The second I slipped my fingers into her her whole body vibrated and it sounded like someone was playing the bongos. Her skin was that tight.

I don’t know how to explain it but I could feel her reaching her climax and I knew Ollie would soon be nothing more than scraps. I looked up at her. Her clothes had torn off long ago. Her arms and legs and breasts and head had sunken into her body. She was nothing more than an enormous flesh colored balloon now. She couldn’t even speak anymore. Just vibrate involuntarily as she was being pleasured. Blake was just massaging her taut body now, gently kissing her wherever she could.

Then with one final thrust of my fingers going deep deep into her she let out a muffled moan before KABOOOM! Ollie exploded into a torrent of rubbery shards and flesh colored scraps. The sudden gust of air knocked both me and Blake onto our butts. We stared for a moment at the chair that once held our friend as pieces of her confetti fluttered down silently around us.

I licked my lips, tasting Ollie’s final juices on my tongue as I adjusted my hair. Blake stood up and brushed herself off. Our eyes met and for a moment we just stared at each other. Then Blake embraced me and kissed me deep and long. I closed my eyes and pushed myself onto her as we made out. Our inflated assets squeaking as they were rubbed together uncontrollably in our passion.

Blake then broke our kiss and backed up a bit, clearly embarrassed and flustered. “I’m.. im sorry.. that was sudden… I just. Something came over me and…” I smiled at her and held her hand. She bit her lip and smiled back, blushing so red her face was practically a tomato.

“It’s okay, I get it. That was SUPER hot, wasn’t it?” I said to her. She relaxed and bumped her forehead into my mine and said under her breath “yes, that was exceptionally hot!”

We kissed again. Longer and more calmly than before, but no less passionately. Seeing Ollie burst clearly awoke something inside Blake. Then as we broke our kiss she leaned up close to my ear and whispered…

“I’m gonna pop you next.”

———

I can’t deny that my heart skipped a beat as Blake said this to me. I got goosebumps all over my skin and I found myself involuntarily giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Blake, are you… a secret popper?” I asked coyly.

Blake grinned and grinded her hips into mine. “It’s not a secret anymore, is it?”

“No it is not! You bad girl! Ollie wasn’t enough to sate your bust lust?” I said seductively through a wide smile.

“Clearly not! I gotta have more! I need to pop you too!” She wrapped her arms around me and held me close, kissing my neck and working her way around my shoulders. I moaned as I rolled my head around to give her better access while she kissed me.

Then suddenly she pushed me into the chair. My bubble butt slid effortlessly onto the seat’s nozzle with an audible THUNK and I looked up at Blake standing powerfully over me. In that moment I realized in how much danger I was in. She was really going to do it! Without hesitation! She was going to pop me! I was going to be burst like a balloon! Nothing left of me but scraps and memories!

In a normal person that might been cause for alarm. But for me, right then, right now… I didn’t care. I wanted Blake to blow me apart like the rubbery balloon I was. From the moment I stepped foot on the dance floor I had secretly expected this was going to be my ultimate fate.

I spread my legs wide, giving Blake full access to me as the inflation started again. My breasts began to strain my top, and my arms and legs began to plump up. I cooed as I felt her warm tongue slip into me and I began gyrating to the beat of the music as she began pleasuring me. At this point I was beyond saving. I needed her to burst me. To let all this pent up energy and pressure explode out of me.

My breasts ballooned up so big they squished into my face and I could no longer see the dance floor. But while I was growing bigger and rounder I could still hear the music. The occasional moans of pleasure from other women blowing up. And almost in time with the beat I could hear a cacophony of explosions. My mind raced. I needed to be part of that symphony! I needed to become part of the music of the dance floor! I wanted to become just another beat in an endless stream of rhythm!

I felt my arms and legs begin to scrunch up as my body became more and more spherical. Through it all Blake had managed to keep her tongue inside my swollen balloony pussy. I was clearly not the first girl she’d done this to and that made me even more excited to be popped by someone who knew what they were doing! I felt the folds of my skin wrapping around my feet and hands. I playfully tried to wiggle them but soon I just couldn’t move at all. My head sunk into my growing body and soon my vision was blocked out. The music of the dance floor became muffled as my ears were enveloped by my taut skin.

And still Blake wouldn’t yield to my wet puffy folds. I could feel myself getting closer to orgasming. The pressure inside me was growing by the second but my body wasn’t. I felt tight and completely at her mercy. I couldn’t even scream out in pleasure if I wanted to. The best I could do was a series of muffled moans as I felt the intensity building up… and up… and up!

I winced and then moaned as loud as I could as I crossed the threshold and came! My eyes went wide as I felt my body give and with a thunderous KABOOM! I exploded on the dance floor.

Blake fell back for a second time tonight onto her butt as my pink fluttery scraps danced around her. She was breathing heavily, her mind racing as she realized she had just burst me into oblivion. She slipped a finger down her pants and played with herself until she came too. My torn clothes draped her spent body as she relaxed on the floor. The slow hissing of the chair still going strong.

———

Blake composed herself after popping me and then got up and made a beeline for Brittany.

After excitedly and breathlessly telling her what she had done to me, Brittany smiled and held up the pin. “Do you wanna know what it feels like?” She asked seductively.

Blake didn’t hesitate. She nodded her head, held out her arms in anticipation, and let herself be popped too.

Jewel and Blake left the dance floor as scraps in Brittany’s collection. But me and Ollie were left to be tossed away by the closing staff as the pieces of burst balloons that we were.