Fundraiser

Amy took slow and careful breaths. Each a careful exercise to keep the pressure down and stay in control. Occasionally she opened her eyes to gaze at the crowds of people who’d gathered to admire her. She gave a half-hearted shake of her hand, attempting to wave with a small smile.

Amy bobbed in the air, tethered down to a collection of cinderblocks on the ground by her feet. Clad in only a bikini stretched to its limits, a tube snaked from under her bottom down to a huge tank of helium. The crowd admired her spherical form, stretched to her limits she floated there.

Several people try to come closer to get a better view, but were kept at bay by Amy’s boyfriend, sitting on a lawn chair next to the tanks of helium. He happily counted bills and coins before dropping them in a large jar with a label “10$ per second of inflation.” Occasionally he looked up but couldn’t see Amy’s face behind her spherical shape and immense protruding breasts. Shrugging he dropped the last bits of money into the jar.

It looked like everyone who was already here had given all the money they were willing to. Amy took a small sigh of relief, with as full as she felt she doubted she could take any more without bursting. At least last she saw, her boyfriend’s crazy scheme had already gotten them much more than she thought they would. And everyone she knew from their neighborhood and even around town had come by to watch her bloat up to her helpless state.

“Well.” Her boyfriend started. “It looks like the day’s almost over, I suppose we should let the helium out of Amy shouldn’t we?” Amy breathed a relieved sigh once again. But her eyes shot open when she heard several cars approach, dispersing the crowd a bit. Several men and women got out of these cars, pointing and chattering amongst themselves excitedly seeing Amy’s immense round form.

“I guess we found the right place? Amy’s Inflation on Craigslist?” One of them said approaching Amy’s boyfriend underneath her shadow.

“Craigslist!?” Amy thought. “Did he put up an ad about this?”

“Yep, you found us.” Her boyfriend said proudly, patting Amy’s bloated underside.

“Looks like your local crowd really pumped her up.” He said. The new group came closer still admiring and chattering about Amy. Amy flushed red, in embarrassment and a bit of fear. “Well, we all pulled together quite a pretty bundle!” He pulled out a pack of hundred dollar bills and handed them to Amy’s boyfriend, who looked at the large collection excitedly.

Amy fluttered her hands. She couldn’t see what they were doing under her, but knew that they probably brought money. She lost control of her breath for a moment taking more frantic breaths. She felt her body strain and creak at this and quickly got a hold of herself.

“Well, this is very generous!” Amy’s boyfriend exclaimed, counting the bills quickly. “There must be thousands here!” Amy whimpered a bit hearing this. “Well, I guess we’ll have to get this tank back on!” The man beamed and looked up at Amy as her boyfriend reached for the tank handle.

Amy shuddered as she felt the rush of helium enter forcing her to grow a more. Her spherical body expanded slowly, tightening her bloated form. Her boyfriend looked at his watch, counting down the seconds. Upon reaching 10 seconds he dropped one of the hundred dollar bills into the jar and started counting again.

Amy attempted to struggle, but her spherical body only allowed her to wiggle her arm, heads, and feet a bit. She gritted her teeth and controlled her breathing best she could. The crowd gasped and watched on in awe as she struggled to contain all the helium pumping into her overstretched body. Her bikini began to squeeze and tense her taut body, creasing her ballooned flesh. The tense pressure came to be unbearable. Her boyfriend continued to drop hundreds into the jar with each passing 10 seconds.

Amy squealed, her bikini pinched her boob and body flesh. With a dramatic snap they flew off her body to the crowd below, who excitedly scrambled for them. Amy would’ve breathed a sigh of relief if she wasn’t so tense with the pressure. Eyes clenched shut she focused only on keeping her breathing steady and her skin together.

“Why did I agree to this?” She wondered.

Her boyfriend dropped another hundred into the jar.

Amy’s body began to squeak and creak from its own tautness. Sweat dripped down her spherical body as she struggled to contain it all. The crowd held their breath, impressed with her resilience. Amy just whimpered as the creaks and groans of her body echoed in her ears.

Her boyfriend looked at the pack of hundreds in her hand, then up at Amy. “Hold on for a few more seconds honey and we can get a few more hundreds!” He said up to the creaking woman.

Amy clenched with all her might, feeling the helium relentlessly enter her body. Sweat coated her, making her skin glisten in the afternoon light. She stopped growing, but air continued to force itself into her body. Amy and the crowd held their breath. Her boyfriend dropped another hundred in the jar.

Each creak and groan grew louder, and Amy’s body began to pulse and tremble with pressure. The crowd began to call out words of encouragement and discouragement to her. Amy only faintly heard them, overwhelmed by her creaking and the continuing stretch of her body. She whimpered. And her boyfriend dropped on last hundred in the jar.

“BOOM!”

Amy exploded into a storm of rubbery skin coloured scraps. Fluttering down onto the crowd they gasped, cheered, and screamed at the shock of her explosion. Her boyfriend sighed, and held out the remaining hundreds to the man. The man watched the scraps of Amy flutter down to the ground, grabbing one out of mid-air. He looked back to the others.

“Well… we’d be willing to let you keep the rest if we can have Amy’s scraps.” He said.

Amy’s boyfriend was quiet for a moment, in thought. He shrugged and said. “Sure, that works for me. I’d just throw them in the trash.” The group smiled and set about gathering the rubbery scraps littering the yard. The crowd began to disperse with Amy all over the place, a few pocketing a piece to remember their neighbor by. But most went to the crowd, in a small plastic bag.

Amy’s boyfriend took the massive jar full of bills and coins inside to count up again.