Johnny's Birthday Blowout!

Johnny's Burstday... was practically a city event.

Though far from the only man in the busting metropolis, Johnny had made a name for himself as one of the hedonistic playboys of the generation. No where near as successful as his father, but with no shame or control holding back his full embracement of what a man's role was.

Blowing women apart.

And on his Burstday, the day his birth-mother blew apart bringing him into the world. Well, he had to celebrate that to the fullest!

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Bailey followed along the excited crowd. In all honesty, she didn't want to be here. Not now.

She knew that her dating Johnny didn't make her special. She knew his reputation, saw his status posts and his name on the pop-dates of many women. She knew about his bloated to bursting wife Mary. Despite all that, she still kinda hoped that maybe she could hold out and become his next bride.

She followed after the gaggle of girls looking very plain by comparison. They all went out for their slutty fucktoy looks. Tube tops, tank tops, skanky dresses, exposed thongs, high heels. She just dressed in her slightly more formal purple dress, contrasting her red hair and freckles. There had to be six other bimbos clawing for Johnny's arms as they went about the town.

Bailey kept on the sidelines, occasionally being pulled into a drunken kiss by Johnny. She just wasn't into it. But she knew if she left now she might lose him. He was fickle.

All eight of them ate at a big restaurant where all the waitresses were blown up like sex dolls. And Johnny slipped the owner a fifty to blow apart one of them when he "accidentally" dropped a fork to get her to pick it up. Then they hung out at a bar, where Johnny kept seducing the other attendees to taking blueberry shots. Watching amused as they were rushed off to explode. And she lost track of how many strippers he got to explode at the strip club, dance after dance, of women blowing themselves up into gigantic balloons before exploding in screaming orgasms. It just kept going. And the other six bimbos just kept eating it up. Trying to get Johnny's attention.

So... when it came time to head to Johnny's place... Bailey was having second thoughts.

"There's no way any of the sluts think Johnny's not going to burst them right?" She thought to herself. "He's just hosting this party to get us all to pop ourselves at once." Bailey considered that the possibility, she had her accounts squared away and a potential heir to all her stuff in case she didn't make it home the next morning. But as she watched all the others shoving hoses up their butts, or into their mouths, she excused herself to freshen up in the bathroom.

Bailey stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. Johnny was a great guy, he was lots of fun. He made her feel special. Right? Or was he just trying to get into her pants... okay that part was easy. But getting her to blow apart... that's all he wanted right? Bailey bit her lip.

All the women that exploded tonight... directly and indirectly for him. And she listened to the orgy of moaning and hissing as they blew up into massive balloons outside the bathroom. "I don't want to just be... another pile of scraps. If- If I'm going to explode for him I want it to be special!" She said. Staring at the mirror, listening to the hissing and moaning.

She snuck out, quietly openin the bathroom door to peek into the living room. Sure enough, all six of Johnny's other sluts were blown up into tight balls of various size. Johnny drunkenly paced between them, grabbing their balloon tits and tickling their bloated clits.

"Who shalllll I do first? Who's soft bloated pussy shall I doooo???" He stopped at the smallest girl, barely as round as she was tall. "Awww, how about you?"

She squealed in delight as he teased her with his erection. But then he stopped. "Actually... you could be bigger." "But this is as big as I can get!" "Nonsense!" He said, shoving a hand pump into her pussy. And he pumped... and pumped... and pumped... Ands he began to protest! She couldn't get any bigger! BOOOOM!!!!!

"Awwww, poor Jane- she just couldn't take it" Johnny mused. Bailey flinched... that wasn't Jane....

"Hey! I'm Jane!" One of the blondes said.

Johnny turned to her, smiling. But he strode over, grabbing a pencil off the desk and without another word punctured the real Jane. And before she even realized what happened- she exploded into a cloud of scraps too.

"Poor Jane... she just couldn't take it."

Bailey watched as Johnny set two of the girl's pumps back on, though this time he actually did start to fuck one of them. Promising the other to do her next if she could hold together long enough. She tried her hardest, but she just blew apart before Johnny even finished. And the girl he did fuck didn't hold out before he came. His throbbing hard on covered in scraps of rubber, still rock hard.

That's when Bailey came out.

"Oh hey babe! There you are!" Johnny said, coated in sweat. "Didn't see you hadn't blown up yet! Grab a hose!"

Bailey stopped. She looked at the hose. She felt her loins burning. She stared at Johnny, and the room packed with scraps. The two other inflated women helplessly round.

"No Johnny... not tonight."

And, ignoring her body demanding to be inflated, to be burst, for him. She turned, and walked out the door.

Johnny stood there, just watching as she left.

. . .

She left. She had the gall to leave him on his Burstday... Grabbing the pencil again he slammed it into the smaller of the remaining girls. Blowing her to tiny pieces. "She LEFT!!!" He shouted internally. He stormed over to the remaining girl, who flapped her hands uselessly. As he turned her hose on again. He grabbed her massive ass and began to pound her. His erection throbbing harder than ever. "She LEFT" He pounded, harder and harder, over and over. She began to grow, straining, bigger and bigger. She was already full, but she just kept stretching. "SHE LEFT!!!" And he came, hard.

And his last bimbo balloon blew apart splattering his load all over the other scraps.

He thought about Bailey, as she left. Her big fat ass. Her red hair. Her freckles. And he started to get hard again.

"I need to pop her...." He thought to himself.

And... nearly every night after. He dreamed of bursting her apart.