Pop Prize!

Adriana licks her lips.

Sweat is beading down her forehead, making her body glisten. Her tight skin is already pulled so taught, she'd reflect light, but the layer of moisture from the constant exertion is practically making her shine beneath the hot lights.

She flexes her hands, wriggles her feet. The slight movement, almost puffs them out as any room she can free up coaxes more air from her turgid body.

The collection of string that only the most generous pervert would call clothes feel like razor wire wrapped around her body. Elastic lingerie, forming a mockery of a thong bikini- buried deep in her ass, between her lips, squishing and squeezing her tits, as her erect nipples are tormented by the pressure. Other straps crisscrossing around her body in what her handlers ensure is an elegant pattern. Patterned like a swim suit, shibari rope bondage, or wide fish net. And each string feels like it's cutting into her at how full she is.

Swallowing, she takes a shaky breath. "I-is that all you got honey? Can't you pop your prize?"

The crowd around her cheers, boos, and jeers.

The ground is covered in flesh colored scraps, other strings from destroyed thongs and bikinis. The remnants of the festivities so far.

Adriana wasn't the first, and she won't be the last.

The exhausted man hangs his head in defeat. Releasing the pressurized hand pump before him. After a few moments of no pressure, it loosens and relaxes. It's a special pump designed for this attraction. Pulling the pump up is easy, but pushing it back down is harder then it needs to be. A gauge keeping the air from going into Adriana or any other prize up for attendees to try popping. The more air you try to push in in one go, the harder it is to push.

When she started, a lithe, bronze, model with big tits. Each pump was easy, she inflated fast and smoothly. Billowing out her curves and belly until she was a swollen sphere. Like everyone before. But once the pressure built up, both inside her and the pump, each person that tried would exhaust themselves more and more.

The time they get to pump no longer enough to noticeably inflate her.

Adriana taunted and encouraged the crowd. Maybe some part of her didn't believe she would explode, that she could last out the rest of the day. But even when each attempt barely got a single pump through, the pressure inside her built. People were starting to give up, feel like they were beaten by Adriana's resilience.

Until.... GRROOOAAAAAN Adriana's skin released a hellishly loud protest. A whine, an ominous death squeak.

"Th-that was nothing!" She tried to say, but her voice wavered. She was full, and now, everyone knew it.

With renewed vigor, people bought more attempts at the pump. And each little tiny bito f air that got through pushed Adriana closer to the edge.

She began to moan and whine, gasping for breath. She came several times, from the pressure, from the pumps, from their eyes, from every demand that she pop- that she explode all over them.

"Pop! Pop! Pop! Explode you bitch! Burst for me baby! Pop! Pop! Pop!"

The crowd's jeers sent shivers down the slope that was her back. The threads squeezed her clit, was deep inside her ass, pinching her nipples. Tears flowed from her eyes, of exhausted pleasure and exertion.

"AAHAHGNNGH!" Adriana cried out in orgasm, and her body pulsed. She quivered and wobbled even though no one pumped any more air onto her. She was at her limit.

The host of her game jumped up, clapping his hands. "You better hurry men! Looks like little Adriana's at her limit! If she explodes no one gets the prize!

Some part of Adriana wanted to let go right then and there, just to spite them all. But, she'd hold on. She'd hold on a little longer.

Cause, if the past hours were anything to go by, exploding when you're resisting. Will feel all the sweeter.

Right away, a smaller man rushed up. Held out the money for the host and went to the pump. The pump activated and he pulled, with all his might, one big pump. He pushed down, it didn't budge. He threw all of his weight on it, nothing. He changed his stance, trying, pulling down.

Adriana watched, eyes half lidded and watery. Time was counting down, he only had a few more seconds, a few... more.

The pump moved, Adriana felt air being forced inside.

The handle pulled down a few more inches. Adriana began to pulse and quiver. "AHHHNGNGNGH!!!!!" Adriana cried out, and blew apart. Bronze rubber rushing over the crowd as she exploded in a deafening bang! The string outfit shredding from the force of the blast.

The crowd cheered and applauded as the host handed the man his cash prize. A fraction of how much Adriana earned the host before she exploded, but is the nature of the game.

"Now then." The host said with a wry smile. "Your other prize, you get to pick any five gals from the crowd to pop for you. And choose which of our lovely ladies plays next!"