[inflation, balloon transformation, f/f]

My friend Jenny had convinced me to come with her to the local Pop Palace Party Shop to check out their new line of Mylar balloons.

I didn’t quite understand why this was such a fascinating thing for her until we stepped through the door and I got a glimpse of them in person. Then I understood all too well.

Along the back wall was a huge display featuring dozens of what appeared to be curvy women. But upon closer inspection these were just life sized Mylar balloons in the shape of curvy women. All of them had an excited expression printed on their faces. At their feet an air nozzle was attached to a short string, keeping them just floating above eye level. Side by side there were just dozens upon dozens of Mylar balloon women floating there, gently bobbing back and forth as we passed them. I found it curious that no two balloons looked exactly alike. They were all individually designed.

At the far end of the wall was an attendant wearing a slick and revealing black latex jumpsuit. It was perfectly molded to her gorgeous physique and her bright red hair made her almost appear to look like a Black Widow cosplay.

Jenny was really excited and practically skipped up to the woman. The two of them exchanged a few pleasantries and then Jenny said she wanted a balloon. The attendant gave her a knowing smile and told her to stand with her arms down at her side. What happened next shocked and amazed me!

The woman pulled out two hoses from the wall. She took the first hose and placed it against Jenny’s exposed skin on her arm. Jenny went rigid and let out a loud gasp of surprise as a loud whirling sound filled the air. Suddenly I noticed a change happening to my friend. Her clothes tightened around her body, almost like they were being vacuum molded to her figure. But the tightening didn’t stop. It keep getting tighter and tighter across her skin, until I noticed that her skin itself was becoming glossy and beginning to pull in on itself. Her face flattened out and her hair solidified into a molded shape. Seams appeared along her sides and soon her whole body took on a printed look, clothes and skin alike. If I didn’t know any better I could’ve sworn I heard her moan through that silent frozen expression on her face.

The transformation didn’t stop through. Jenny’s body began to crumple up like a wad of paper as the attendant kept the hose planted on her skin. In seconds my friend’s body shriveled up and fell to the floor like a deflated empty balloon.

The attendant smiled at my surprised expression and gave me a wink. She put away the first hose and pulled out the other one. This she attached to a small tab at the base of Jenny’s feet that I hadn’t noticed before. Almost at once Jenny’s crumpled form began to fill up and take volume once again. She began to hover in the air gently, and it became clear the attendant was filling her with helium. Jenny’s body rounded out more and more, with creases and crevasses along her seams. It was hard to believe that just a few seconds ago this printed cheap looking balloon had previously been my flesh and blood friend Jenny. Nothing about her seemed real anymore. Her body was shiny, her clothes and skin looked printed and fake, and her expression was frozen in an almost orgasmic “oh” face. Her arms and were permanently stuck to her sides and her legs seemed fused together into one shape. Not even her nose on her face retained any of its original volume, it was now just flat against her rounded oblong head.

The attendant stopped and tied a small string to the nozzle and then proceeded to walk Jenny down the row and wedged her between some other random balloons. She attached a price sticker of $20 to her bosom and returned to her station.

“She makes a lovely Mylar balloon, doesn’t she?” Said the attendant. I was too dumbfounded to realize she was speaking to me at first and just blinked my eyes in surprise at what I’d just seen. My best friend Jenny was gone. Turned into a balloon for sale. Just like that!

“Care to join her?” Said the attendant in a sultry voice.

I shook my head and came to my senses briefly. “What? Me? Join her? Like… like that?” I gestured to the wall of inanimate Mylar balloon women gently wafting and bumping into one another.

“Sure! Why not? You’ve got the figure for it! I’m sure you’d go for quite a lot more than your friend if we’re being honest!”

I gulped. Something about the way the attendant was speaking to me like I was just another commodity to be used stirred something inside me. I felt my heart beat faster and I looked back at my friend, drifting silently amongst what I could only presume were dozens of other real women turned balloons.

“What happens to them?” I asked with bated breath.

“Oh the usual. Someone will buy them, take them home, maybe play with them a bit… but usually they end up as scraps in the dumpster after being popped.”

“You mean.. my friend, Jenny? She’s gonna…”

“Be nothing but Mylar scraps? Eventually, yes. Nothing we can do about it now. She’s just a balloon after all. Balloons get inflated and popped. You wouldn’t want to deprive a balloon of its purpose now, would you?”

I hesitated and found myself nodding. I’m not sure what was coming over me but the woman’s words made total sense. Jenny was no more. All that remained was a Mylar balloon that looked like Jenny now. Eventually that balloon would be reduced to scraps and tossed away like all Mylar balloons do. It was just fitting.

“So I’ll ask again, you wanna join her?” Said the attendant once more. She was twirling the hose in her hand and eyeing me up and down.

“Me… but if you turn me into a balloon I’ll.. I’ll..”

“Be sold to a customer! Of course! We have to make money after all!”

“And once I’ve served my purpose I’ll be..”

The woman leaned forward, never breaking eye contact, and mouthed the words “popped!” silently.

My heart skipped a beat. I bit my lip and a yearning whine escaped them.

“Oh goodness you’re a fun one!” Said the attendant with a giggle. “How about this, I’ll be the one to buy you and I’ll take you home and I’ll be the one to play with you until I get bored and burst you into scraps. Would you like that, dearie?”

I found myself nodding my head rapidly and before I could say another word the woman had the hose pressed against my arm.

I looked down and watched as my clothing began to shrink and tighten across my body. I felt a strong suction coming from the hose and I knew that it was too late to change my mind now. To my surprise the woman gave me a passionate kiss as the changes affected me. My arms shot down to my sides, my legs squeezed together like they were being compressed. My clothing tightened and stretched and thinned out across my body. I felt the volume of my face flatten out against her plump lips.

Then suddenly I felt an orgasmic wave of pleasure wash through me and I managed to make a final moan into her before my feature completely flattened out and immobile. I watched her lick her lips as the sucking pressure distorted my vision. My face was scrunching up as the air was being sucked out of my shiny Mylar body. The seams along my sides caused my torso to crease and crumple up. I felt myself gently falling backwards as if in slow motion and my view turned to towards the ceiling.

I never touched the ground though. I felt the delicate fingers of the attendant catch me and felt a tugging at my feet. She was connecting the helium hose. I heard a whirling sound and then felt a cold blast of air flowing inside me.

It started from my legs and swirled around my crotch before flowing up into my breasts and head. It was an AMAZING feeling and if I could’ve made a noise I would’ve been screaming in ecstasy. Instead I just had to let the pleasure rock my mind as my immobile figure began to fill out. I had been pretty curvy to begin with, and yet despite being a flat Mylar balloon in the shape of a woman, somehow my curves still managed to fill out. Maybe the attendant was purposefully inflating me with more helium than is customary? I didn’t know and I didn’t care. I was lightheaded and awash in a blissful sensation I could never have dreamed about!

Within a few seconds I was completely full. The seams along my sides were creased and stretched and I felt a pressure inside my body forcing me to remain rigid and inflexible.

Then I felt myself being gently carried around. My vision was bright and it was sometimes hard to make out where I was going. I just sensed I was being carried somewhere. Then I was set upright and my vision began to clear.

I was looking at myself in a full length mirror. The attendant was holding me up, her arms squeezed tightly around my arms and abdomen, causing my chest and butt to plump up with air. I could see what looked like a printed image of my body, given volume by the air inside me, the glint of my Mylar skin dancing slickly across my figure. The sexy latex wearing attendant winked and gave me another kiss. Her lips felt so three dimensional against my flat frozen face. I wanted to kiss her back but I couldn’t move.

“See what you are? You’re just my Mylar balloon party favor. I’m gonna have SO much fun with you tonight! And by tomorrow morning you’ll be littering my trashcan with your scraps!”

My balloon body vibrated as I came from her words.