[inflation, f/f, laughing, bubbles, popping]

I was wandering through the mall one day, letting my mind wander a little too much, when I bumped into a woman. I began to apologize but stopped myself as an unusual sight unfolded in front of me. A blond haired, light skinned woman with a yellow sundress, and a red handbag, spun around and giggled. Her body was growing, inflating really, stretching her pale skin tightly in her dress. She couldn’t contain her laughter and began giggling uncontrollably as she ballooned up in front of me. I took a step back as this once petite woman slowly began to tower over me. Her thighs and arms plumped up like sausages and her cheerful face rounded out amongst her involuntary tittering.

Despite her apparent enjoyment of her predicament I felt I needed to ask her, “Are you alright?”

The rounding woman looked down at me, eyes dancing up and down my body. She went silent for a moment as a sudden new change happened. Her skin, which had stretched unbelievably thin from her rapid inflation, started to turn transparent. I could see through her body to the people behind her watching this unusual sight like me.

She snorted. Her plump lips tightened. Her face went a little cross eyed and scrunched. It looked like she was trying desperately to contain something that was really funny. I noticed that her skin was starting to vibrate. No… boil? Bubble? I don’t quite know how to describe it. It just appeared to be vibrating with a fast rolling boil of millions of tiny bubbles that were careening across her skin.

Then suddenly she let out the biggest laugh I’ve ever heard and with that an explosion of bubbles burst from her body. A blast of air washed over me, and I felt tickled by the cloud of bubbles that swirled around my stunned figure. I blinked a few times, processing what I just witnessed. The woman was nowhere to be seen. Her yellow sundress and red handbag fell empty to the floor. As the cloud of bubbles around me and the other spectators began to pop one by one, a small mist of rain sprinkled the spot where the woman once stood. A tiny puddle formed around her soaked sundress that very quickly evaporated away. The sounds of her riotous laughter still echoed the hall.

Seeing a woman inflate like a balloon and explode into nothing like that should have scared me. But there was something about the way she was laughing that made me more curious than anything. She really looked like she was enjoying herself right up till the end!

Gradually the spectators and I dispersed, leaving the woman’s garments on the floor. Looking back I saw a custodian put up a “slippery when wet” sign and toss her clothes into a bin. I continued wandering the mall, replaying that woman’s joyous explosion over and over again in my mind. What could’ve caused it?

I got my answer pretty quickly as when I rounded a corner I came face to face with a group of 3 women laughing uncontrollably. At their feet was a carbonated beverage called “Fizzle POP!” and it was very clear that all 3 women had taken a sip of it before dropping it as they convulsed laughing.

I watched the familiar sight unfold. First they all were laughing and pointing at each other as their bodies began to swell up. Their clothes got stretched tight, but their ballooning skin simply rolled over the edges and made them look positively ridiculous in appearance. This only made them laugh more as their bodies began to grow bigger, once again towering above me as they guffawed at each other. Then suddenly they all went quiet. Their faces scrunched up. Their skin turned transparent. They snorted and puckered their lips, trying to keep their inevitable explosion inside. Their transparent skin rolled and bubbled violently and then…

KABOOM! BWOOSH! FWAOOMPH! All 3 women let out a boisterous laugh and exploded into a giant mist of tiny bubbles as their empty clothes fell into a crumpled pile on the floor. The popping bubbles of 3 women positively soaked me and the ground in the area.

I shook myself off and patted my clothes down trying to get the wet bubbly essence of the popped women off me. Surprisingly i dried off rather quickly. My shirt still hung snuggly against my skin a bit, but it was like the dampness just evaporated away. The pools of water that formed around the areas the 3 women once stood was quickly disappearing too. Now there was nothing left of them but discarded garments and an empty “Fizzle POP!” soda can.

Despite the water evaporating from my clothes, I realized that I was still a little wet between my legs. I bit my lip and replayed the moment in my head again and again. Why was I so turned on? 4 women had just exploded into nothingness and yet I couldn’t stop thinking about how hot it was and….

… how I wanted to explode too.

Just then the custodian, a dark haired woman with an ample rack, came up to the pile. I watched as she bent over, her short skirt hiding very little as she purposefully leaned in front of me to pick up the women’s clothing. She caught me staring at her as she stood back up, arms filled with the women’s discarded remnants. She smiled, giving me a little wink as she chucked the clothing unceremoniously in the bin on wheels she had with her.

I don’t know why, but the way she just tossed away those 3 women’s clothing was highly seductive to me. It was like she was taunting me, telling me “oh yeah, you’ll be joining them in here soon too!” As if to confirm my suspicions, she nodded her head at me silently and then gestured with a crane of her neck to a vending machine against the wall.

I felt her eyes follow me as I walked towards the vending machine. She didn’t move from her spot, she just leaned over the bin of discarded clothes. Her ample bosom practically spilling out of her shirt. She was tempting me for sure! I punched in a number, the machine curiously took no money, and watched her smile as a can of “Fizzle POP!” fell to the bottom.

As I opened the can I saw her point at me and then playfully point to the bin, daring me to join the other popped women inside. I was about to put the can to my lips when I got a sudden idea.

“Care to join me?” I asked, gesturing to her with the can.

Her eyes widened. Her full lips parted. I bet her heart skipped a beat when I asked her to join me in bubbly oblivion. For a second I saw her eyes dart to me, then the bin, then to me again. Was she considering it? Would she actually join me? I wigged my eyebrows and the can, trying to tempt her some more.

And it worked! She let out a defeated sigh of resignation and sauntered over to me. Between us she placed the “slippery when wet” sign In anticipation of our ultimate fates and then cupped my hand with her own delicate fingers. She guided my hand up to her face and I tilted the can forward as she took a deep long sip from it. She never broke eye contact with me and I felt like my heart was racing a mile a minute.

Then she guided the can towards my lips and I felt her tilt the can back, forcing me to drink too. I took a long swig of the soda, feeling the sweet carbonated liquid flow down my throat. ‘No turning back now” I thought to myself.

It didn’t take long before she started to giggle. I felt it affecting me too. It just felt so funny to me! Like there were a thousand tiny fingers tickling me from the inside. It started off as little giggles, then it became chuckles, then both of us were laughing quite loud and uncontrollably. All over my body I was just being pleasured in a way I’d never felt before! The way her billowing breasts bounced with each laugh was insanely hilarious, and I couldn’t help myself from reaching forward and patting them like bongos. She found this highly amusing too and arched her back so I could get a good angle on them.

Then I felt it. My skin… stretching. I was being pushed outwards from within. Those tiny tickling fingers were pushing my skin, stretching me, inflating me. It felt so good! I couldn’t stop laughing! And she began to balloon up as well. Her breasts started to sound like actual bongos as I patted them. The skin growing tighter and the hollow sound from within her grew deeper and echoey. I could barely see straight anymore, my eyes were watery with laughter.

Everything about my situation should have terrified me, but all I could do was laugh at how absurd and comical we both looked. My arms began to plump up, her thighs began to swell, my breasts rose under my shirt, and her once thin face became rounder and rounder. With every second the intensity of our laughter grew more and more! If I could’ve burst from laughing right then and there I would have when I saw her breasts explode her shirt away. What a silly distorted cartoon of a figure she’d become!

Then I noticed her skin turn transparent and her Laughing stopped. Her eyes bulged and her face scrunched up. I managed a snorting giggle as I suddenly realized I couldn’t get the laughter out of me anymore either. I hadn’t stopped feeling tickled, I just couldn’t laugh anymore. It was bottling up inside me! I actually WAS going to burst from laughter wasn’t I? How utterly hilarious!

She was standing on her tip toes, her entire body quivering like a vibrator, eyes crossed, mouth tight, lips puckered. I imagined that I probably looked just as comical as she did in that moment. God, I wanted to laugh so hard! The pressure inside me was growing tighter and tighter by the second. I heard a creak, then a snort, then the cartoonish caricature of a balloon woman in front let out a violently loud laugh in one giant burst and…

KABOOM! She exploded into a cloud of tiny bubbles that blasted me in the face! The force of the explosion sent her clothes flying up and away. In a moment of pure irony, they landed in the bin behind her.

And that was it. The final push I needed. It was so hilarious to me to see her burst that I couldn’t contain it anymore and I let out a roaring laugh as my body evaporated into a cloud of tiny carbonated bubbles. A pool of water grew around my shoes as my empty wet clothes fell to the ground In front of the “slippery when wet” sign. My final laugh echoed through the mall as I faded away into nothingness.