Press of a Button

It couldn't possibly be real.

But there was no denying that it was.

When the small remote, with a single button that was engraved with "BURST" on it fell into your lap. A strange little oddity sitting in the bargain bin of some half assed forgotten pawn shop. Nothing more than a novelty. But hey, it was only a few dollars, what the hell right?

So you bought it. It was silly, goofy, just something to put on the shelf as part of a dorky kinky collection.

You'd never think it'd actually work.

You were just walking home, riding the bus. There was this, gorgeous, woman across the aisle from you. Big tits, blonde hair, and a wasp thin waist. The kind of gal you'd fantasize blowing up like a balloon, and then popping like one. The two of you coincidentally got off on the same stop.

And you can't even remember why.

But you pulled out that remote. And clicked the button. It was just a bit, a goofy act to amuse yourself.

You never expected it to actually work.

You could have never guessed, that she'd gasp, clutch her stomach, as her tits and ass began to balloon outwards. Doubling, tripling, growing ten times their size in mere moments. Growing relentlessly. That she'd moan and stifle a scream, as her belly ballooned outwards. As she rounded out into a huge blimp. As she squeaked, groaned, and creaked like a taut balloon. As she became a gigantic sphere and just kept getting bigger. Moaning louder and louder. Until she released sounds you'd only ever heard in screaming orgasm porn.

Before she blew apart into a storm of rubbery scraps.

Everyone on the street stood dumbfounded.

You instinctively put the remote back into your pocket.

You couldn't believe what had just happened. You thought it was a dream. Something that couldn't have possibly happened. But as people rush over to look, asking each other if they all saw that. The reality sinks in.

It works.

With it, you could explode anyone you wanted.

So in the confusion, you slink away. Still, not sure if it's real or not. If you can accept that you just, stumbled, across a button that fulfills your deepest popping fantasies.

You click the button on your neighbor with the big butt.

She barely can moan in orgasm before she explodes and showers her lawn in rubbery scraps. No one was round to notice this one. Will anyone question what happened?

With the rubbery scraps that used to be her blowing away in the wind.

You could pop anyone.

With just the click, of a button.