Living Life to the Blue-est

“I can’t believe it’s already your graduation!” A young woman exclaimed enthusiastically, in merely her mid-twenties, she was only about 5 years older than the girls she was talking to.

The three of them were walking down the street, downtown in a big city. The population almost exclusively female, no men were in sight. The two girls following were each nineteen, and had nearly matching dark hair and freckles. The woman they followed had much lighter brown hair and was far bouncier in her attitude.

“It feels like it’s all happening so fast…” The shorter of the two said.

“Life can happen very quickly Sarah.” The older woman said. “You’re never really going to feel like you’re going to get fully caught up.”

“So where are we going mom?” The taller sister asked.

“I figured we might as well all have a drink together! And talk about something.” Their mother winked back.

The girls looked at each other surprised but excited.

………………………….

The three of them reach a bubble bar, and enter. It’s a bit dim, most of the lights are tinted various colours and has more of the atmosphere of a club. There are a few booths, some stools, a couple tables. Most notably are the various sitting spaces making up the bulk of the bar’s space, rings of pillows surrounding large air tanks. Many patrons are around, drinking, chatting, inflating.

“Do you think we’re going to inflate Emily?” Sarah asked her sister excitedly.

“Maybe! It’s a special occasion!” The sisters have inflated only a few times, and never with their mother or in public.

“Jane!” One of the bartenders says, an older woman in her early thirties. “What brings you here tonight?”

“Just celebrating with the girls, may… uh… be our last celebration together.” Jane says, smiling.

“Ohhhhh.” The bartender says, smiling back nodding knowingly.

“Anyway, we’re just going to have some fun and get drunk.” Jane says, before walking over to a booth with her girls.

The three of them order drink after drink, getting more and more eclectic with their choices. They chat, joke, laugh, and just let themselves get drunker and drunker. They talk about weird things that have happened, friends that have burst recently, movies and crushes, anything that comes to mind.

They’re all rather tipsy when Jane finally brings it up.

“So…” she says, a bit wavering from tipsiness. “So, you two still want me to?”

“To…. What?” Sarah asks, downing another colourful martini.

“Don’t act so coy…” Jane said. “You two asked me if I was going to pop at your graduation.”

“Oh… yeah…” Emily says, kind of shrinking back, blushing.

“We totally get if you don’t want to mom, but… Yeah…”

Jane tries to act serious for a bit, then just starts laughing before hiccups interrupt her. “I don’t get why it’s becoming such a big controversy!” She says, holding back a few snorts. She takes both of their hands. “I may have only had you for the past two years, but you’re my girls. I want to do this for you, I wanted to take you in and teach you. I’m so… proud.” She says, starting to tear up.

“Oh mom…” They both say.

“I’ve got a few things to get in order, tell my boss and let the bank know- you two also get the apartment!” She says getting more excited. “Truth is, I’ve been practicing!” Another hiccup.

“Practicing?” Emily asks, straightening up.

“I know I’m probably far too late, but I figured, I wanted to be the biggest mama bomb at the ceremony! I’m going to get your names painted on my belly-“ She lifts up her shirt for emphasis. “And be the biggest one there for you!”

They all have a good laugh at this.

“Mom… why do you think so many mothers are talking about not popping at their girls’ graduations?” Emily asks, taking another sip of her drink. Flushed from alcohol.

“Hrmmm.” Jane grumbles. “I think more and more women aren’t respecting their girls as much as they used to, I think that instead of focusing on the next generation they’re busying themselves with what they personally can do. Or they’re thinking that graduation is not as important as marriage or something. Maybe they’re afraid of exploding.” She says taking another big swig.

“Maybe…” The girls say.

“Well! Who the hell doesn’t pop!” Jane shouts, standing up heading over to the bartender. “I want three True Blues!” She demands. The bartender asks her if she’s sure a few times, but Jane is insistent. Takin g the three neon blue drinks she brings them back to her girls. “No point running away! If it happens it happens!”

“Mom- are those blueberry?” Sarah asks, feeling a bit bubbly with excitement.

“Yes they are!” Jane says, giving them one each. “You can’t be afraid of blowing up, don’t run away from it. Embrace it! Leave the biggest mess you can if and when your bang finally catches up to you. Now come on! To living life to the fullest!” She says.

Her enthusiasm gets her two drunk girls along with it, they clink their glasses and begin downing the blue drinks.

The bartender watches them, before calling security.

Wiping her mouth, Jane watches with a happy smile as her girls finish their drinks. “Just one doesn’t hurt right?” She says, smiling drunkenly.

Her eyes go a bit wide though, upon seeing both Sarah and Emily’s noses starting to turn blue. “Ohhhhh…..” She says.

“Mom… you’re uh… turning blue.” Sarah says. And sure enough, Jane looks down at her own blueing hands.

“Well… damn…” Jane says.

One of the bouncers comes over, a thicker woman. “Girls, I’m afraid you’re going to have come to the back.” She says.

Jane slaps her head. “Three for three, wow… what are the god damn chances?” She asks, standing up and gesturing Sarah and Emily to follow.

The two of them follow, clutching their stomachs as the gassy juicy sloshing begins to feel more bloating.

The three of them are led to a huge room with several sprinklers on the ceiling and big drains in the floor. It’s stained with blue. And there is a big window, that looks more thoroughly washed letting other patrons see in. A bunch of which watch interested.

The three of them in, Jane begins to undress, which Sarah and Emily do too, though a bit more self consciously with the crowd watching. “I guess I should say I’m sorry.” Jane says. “I didn’t think one drink would… “ She sighs.

The girls look at each other, cradling their now pregnant looking stomachs. Before going in for a hug.

“It’s okay mom…” Sarah says.

“Yeah… it’s kind of cool actually…” Emily adds. Jane gives them a quizzical look.

“I mean… I would have liked to spend a few years as a doctor…” Sarah says.

“Or a contractor…”

“But this way we all get to pop together!” The three of them are now being pushed apart by their burgeoning bellies.

“It’s only been two years… but I think you were my favourite mom!” They both say. Jane beams, and holds onto them as long as she can, before their swelling limbs pulls them apart.

The three of them waddle apart, to give each other room to grow.

After a few minutes, Jane jokingly says. “Now I get to pop last! I doubt either of you are as big as me!” The three of them share that laugh. “But which of you two snuck the air tanks more?” She teases.

As the three of them became big balls, it became a game. Sarah and Emily taunted each other, each trying to be the one to pop last. But, as soon as they were fully round, they began to creak and groan. Clenching their eyes and teeth. Jane watched as her two girls struggled to contain the endless juice. She tried to guess, glancing back and forth-

SPLAT!!!

Emily burst, showering Sarah and Jane with a torrent of juice.

“Wow… I thought you would have popped first Sarah, being smaller.”

“I l-l-lasted l-l-longer?” Sarah breathlessly exclaimed. “Yaaa—“

She blew apart in her celebration.

Jane laughed. Her girls popped. Some part of her felt like a poor mother for outlasting her girls. She wished she could have been there, floating into the sky as a great big blimp. Blowing up bigger than all the other moms, before exploding and showering her triumphant girls in her scraps.

She sighed, and waited. Enjoying each stretch and groan of her skin, as she ballooned bigger and bigger. Filling up the chamber with her blue flesh. Before reaching her limits.

Enjoying the orgasmic pressure, she let the juice fill her. And with a deep breath.

SPLAT!!!!

The crowd cheered watching the three women pop, flooding the bursting room. After a few minutes, the sprinklers turned on, washing all the juice downstairs.

The bartender watched, shaking her head.

“The things people do for fun…” She said.