[inflation, popping, f/f/m]

I slid the goggles down over my eyes and scanned the room. Through the blue tinted vision a tiny orange dot glowed in the corner of the vacant apartment bedroom. I walked over to the dot and bent over, picking up a single scrap of flesh colored rubber.

“Found it!” I said with enthusiasm. My partner, a cute curvy girl with curly auburn hair, trotted up to me and looked at the tiny rubber piece in my hands.

“It’s so small! We never would’ve seen it if it weren’t for these special goggles!” She said with wonder in her voice. “How did reconstruction work in the days before this tech existed!?”

“There were designated Pop Palace locations you would go to and those places were very good at keeping all the scraps at the end of the day. It was very well maintained and regulated. Pop Palace only expand out into the wider public once technology designed to help us find and recover people was made.”

My name is Liam, and my partner Rheda was a new recruit to the Pop Palace Reconstruction Crew. She’d only been working here for about a week now and this was her first ever field assignment.

Today we were tasked with combing through a large apartment building and collecting the scraps of people who used our products. Our team then would turn those trace elements over to the reconstruction team back at HQ and all of those popped people would be reconstructed back into… well… people! So far the reconstruction team has had a 100% success rate of reconstructing the users of pop palace products. We’re one of the reasons why Pop Palace products were in vogue right now.

Today we had combed through 3 apartments belonging to Pop Palace patrons and recovered a small handful of scraps. While popping was often messy resulting in huge piles of confetti and scraps, we needed to be absolutely thorough in our search to ensure no one was left behind. Thankfully our special goggles made it impossible for us to miss even the smallest piece of a popped confetti customer.

Reconstruction requires very little trace elements of the original person, which is good because a lot of Pop Palace products were designed to appear to wipe you from existence. That’s both part of the fun and excitement of Pop Palace products. That… and the intense orgasms they caused!

I fed the small confetti scrap into the scanner on my hip. There was a flash of green light from the scanner indicating it was collected properly followed by a ding! A sticker was quickly ejected out from the printer on the other side of my hip. I gave it to Rheda. It contained the name of the person who had popped, the date of collection, and what product was used. She stuck it to the inside of the door of the apartment for the customer when they returned from being regenerated. Since a lot of Pop Palace products had the side effect of being highly contagious, it was possible for innocent bystanders to get caught up in the “fun” sometimes. When you got reconstructed you were given all this information anyway… This was just an extra step of precaution to ensure that everyone could keep track of what happened to them.

Once the sticker was affixed to the door my partner and I packed up our tools and headed out of the apartment. We still had a few more jobs to do before we could return to HQ. An apartment up on the 3rd floor was reported to have had an inflation orgy of some kind that resulted in the entire group of partygoers being popped into scraps.

Rounding the corner I pushed the button for the elevator. As we waited, Rheda asked “Is it like cloning?” She nervously twirled her curly auburn hair in her fingers. I pondered for a moment.

“I don’t think so. Cloning is making a new copy of someone, whereas reconstruction is like rebuilding someone from an original source material.”

Rheda furrowed her brows as she thought about the difference. “I wonder what it feels like.” She caught herself as the words came out of her lips and put a hand up over her mouth, clearly embarrassed by vocalizing her thought unintentionally.

I chuckled and patted her on the back. “I’m told it feels AMAZING!”

The door to the elevator opened up and as we entered together Rheda cocked her head at me. “So you haven’t been reconstructed before?”

“No, not yet. But there’s always a first time for everything!” I said with a smile as I pushed the button for the 3rd floor.

“Have you ever… you know… wanted to try out Pop Palace products before?” Asked Rheda shyly as we ascended.

I blushed. “Of course I’ve thought about it.”

“I’ve not seen many men pop!” Said Rheda bluntly.

“Yeah, I don’t know why that is. We’re just as susceptible to Pop Palace products as women are.”

Rheda turned towards me and grinned. I blushed from her staring and averted my eyes towards the ceiling. I could tell she was imagining my body blowing up and exploding. I’m not ashamed to admit I imagined the same thing happening to her too. I cleared my throat as the doors opened and we stepped into the hallway.

———

Up on the 3rd floor it was easy to tell which apartment had the inflatable orgy. Even with the door closed there were scraps of confetti littered in front of it, the pieces probably had slipped underneath or something when the popping got really intense and the air inside was swirling  the occupants scraps around wildly.

I pulled out my key card and swiped it on the door. Because we were from the Pop Palace Reconstruction Crew we had special access privileges. The door unlocked and I swung it open.

Inside was an absolute mess. It looked like a tornado had ripped through the apartment. All over the floor were colorful scraps of confetti. Here and there were torn articles of clothing and underwear. Ripped bras hung off the arms of chairs. There was so much confetti that some piles even reached up to my ankles! I waded through the mess and went about my task. Donning the special goggles I was able to see that no less than 36 women had inflated and popped in here, and 3 men too! This was going to take a while…

Rheda bit her lip as she saw the absolute chaos around me. I could tell that the sight of so many popped people was getting her worked up and excited. She was still a rookie after all, I thought. She’ll get used to it eventually.

“Why don’t you search the other rooms and make sure we don’t miss anyone.” I said, trying to bring her mind back to the task at hand.

“Yes… yes of course.” She said through bated breath. As she wandered down the hall I caught myself eyeing her plump butt. Had it been that big when we arrived? No matter.

———

It took me over 45 minutes, but I managed to find everyone and scanned their scraps. I’m not sure if the scanner on my hip was a teleportation tool as well, because no matter how many scraps I put inside it never felt full or heavy. One of the many mysterious gadgets of the Pop Palace, I suppose.

I realized, however, that I hadn’t seen Rheda since we arrived and I was starting to worry. I printed out the last of the stickers and taped it to the door before I headed further into the apartment to look for her.

She wasn’t hard to find. I found her in the bedroom, with another woman. Both of them were inflated quite large. Rheda had at least taken the precaution of stripping out of her uniform before she got busy with the other woman. Both of them turned to me and let out surprised gasps as I entered the room.

“Oh! Liam! I’m… I’m so sorry.. we uh… I found her… her name is Susan… she was the only one who hadn’t popped at the party and…. And she asked for my help… and… um…”

The two balloon women squeaked and creaked. They were wedged together, Rheda on top of Susan. Both on the bed. Both enormous, round, plump and squished tightly by the bed frame and the ceiling. I stifled a giggle as Rheda attempted to apologize, while Susan just kept moaning and kissing her bloated rubbery body.

“It’s okay,” I said watching the sexy sight unfold. “This usually happens with new trainees. My last trainee ended up popping herself too.”

Rheda blushed and moaned as the pressure started to grow inside her. I looked around the room to see what caused their rapid inflation, but didn’t immediately notice any of our usual products. If I hadn’t been so distracted by Rheda’s inflation I probably would’ve had the wits to get out of the room before I was affected.

“It’s a… mmmph… an inflation… scented…. Candle… ooohhhh” said Rheda, following my eyes as I searched the room.

With a balloony sausage finger she attempted to point at the bedside table. Sure enough there was an exhausted candle there, smoke still rising from the now extinguished wick. I involuntarily breathed in the air, honey scented, and immediately felt a tightness in my body.

“Oh Rheda…” I said sighing with resignation. I knew what was about to happen. The second I entered that room I was doomed to my explosive fate. “Guess I’m gonna get a chance to experience popping after all thanks to you!” I let out a grunt as my pants tented.

“Sorry Liam! I couldn’t help myself! She was so sexy and I just wanted to know how it felt and..” I placed a kiss on her lips to cut her off. She moaned into me as we kissed, the inflation beginning to strain my uniform. “Don’t worry, we’ll just be found by the next reconstruction crew, so let’s have some fun while we have the time! Mind if I join you two?” Both Rheda and Susan nodded emphatically.

I quickly disrobed. My member had swollen up like a sausage balloon in just the few minutes of being in there. Rheda giggled and tried to squirm, but she was wedged too tightly by Susan against the ceiling to move much. Fortunately for both of them I could move just fine for the moment.

I slid my balloon in between her round plump spread legs. With some dexterity my inflated tip found her inflated folds and I began pumping Rheda like there was no tomorrow. Both of us screamed in pleasure as we fucked. Poor Susan below us was just along for the ride and she was too inflated and squished to do much about it. Our rhythmic humping was definitely keeping her excited though, because she was screaming orgasmically along with us.

Then suddenly there was a loud BANG! and Rheda was free! Susan had popped from our fucking and her scraps swirled around us like the confetti she was now. I was still quite tightly wedged in Rheda, and with a little maneuvering I was able to sit on top of her spherical body and continued to pump her up.

Few words were exchanged between us as we inflated and fucked. The pressure inside us continued to grow and with every thrust I felt the orgasms rising in me. Rheda was incoherent from the pleasure now. She was mouth agape, moaning uncontrollably as I pounded my balloon into her wet tight folds.

For my own part my body was quickly ballooning up. I could barely hold on to her engorged nipples with my puffy fingers as they ballooned into sausages and I lost my grip. I was wedged with her on the bed just as I had found her and Susan before. As our bodies continued to bounce together there was a growing creaking sound that came from Rheda’s body.

I quickened my pace. I could feel her body becoming taught and tight. She didn’t bounce as much as before and humping her grew more and more difficult as her folds tightened around my plump balloony member. It felt amazing and I could feel that I was close to orgasming. It was rising up inside me until it passes the point of no return and I gasped as I came inside her!

The two of us let out a deafening scream of delight and then KABOOM! Rheda exploded into scraps. I fell gently onto the bed, my balloon still creaming the sheets as my orgasm refused to stop. I felt pressure inside me growing, and another point of no return passed. I threw my head back, eyes wide, mouth open, and then… BANG!

I exploded.

———

Popping on the job was a risk all Pop Palace Reconstruction Crew members were willing to take. Neither Rheda or I were reprimanded for our uncontrollable sexual behavior. Our client Susan even gave me her number once we were all reconstructed.

3 days later I bumped into Rheda in the halls of HQ. She blushed and averted her eyes and looked thoroughly embarrassed. She was about to pass by without saying a word when I stopped her with my arm.

I leaned over and gave her a quick little peck on the cheek. She smiled back up at me, a sign of relief in her eyes. “I’m so sorry I got us both popped on my first day as a trainee!” She started to say nervously, but I just shook my head, wrapped my arms around her, and gave her a big hug.

Being reconstructed had made her body even curvier than before, and for me a little fuller down there too. A nice little side effect I suppose. I felt her nipples harden through her uniform. “Don’t worry about it, you gave me a fun new experience!” I squeezed her tightly, allowing the bulging tent in my pants to brush between her legs. “One I wouldn’t mind sharing with you again!”

Rheda moaned and bit her lip. “I would like that very much!”