Guy Talk

Three young men are sitting on a couch, watching television.

Aaron, a tall man with dark curly hair and a toned slender figure. Gabriel, a softer man with long hair and glasses. And Marcus, with piercing green eyes and unkempt scruff.

It's a rare, quiet, moment for them. A night with the guys without any distractions or attention seeking. Just the three of them, a couple of beers, and channel surfing.

The channel flicking stops on a cage fighting match. Two muscle bound martial artists, pacing around in a ring surrounded by bars. Crowds of spectators cheering and shouting as they circle the ring, glaring at one another.

Above the ring, a sweat coated blimp continues to swell.

"Fuck she's a grower..." Aaron exclaimed.

During such matches between male martial artists, a "cheerleader" was burst to signal the start of every round. To "get them in the fighting spirit." And this particular ring bell was an experienced inflatonist. She just kept getting bigger and bigger, as she floated above the two. Her skin groaning and creaking.

"Yeah, but she had no ass." Marcus said, as he took another swig from his beer.

"Who cares how big an uninflated ass is. When she's stretchy enough to end up six feet wide." Aaron replied.

"I care." Marcus retorted. "I ain't keeping my gal inflated twenty four-seven, I want something plump to grab even when we're not breaking the hoses out."

The bell cheerleader began to scream in orgasm as her overtaxed body quivered and pulsed with pressure.

"Mark's got a point." Gabriel said. "Any woman can become a balloon, but what they look like most of the time is important too."

The cheerleader exploded into a cloud of skin toned scraps. And the two fighters immediately began slamming into each other. Bone breaking punches barely missing or being blocked.

"But she's got to work at it to get to the really nice sizes." Aaron said, tossing his empty beer can to the side. "The bigger she is, the better the sex is."

"Oh not this again." Marcus groaned.

"I'm serious. Just because neither of you can catch the attention of a real inflator. You haven't lived, until you've fucked a hottie that's become rounder than she was tall. The pressure inside of her makes her pussy a vice grip."

One of the fighters lands an intense blow against his opponent's jaw. The crowd cheers.

"God, you sound like one of the grandfathers." Gabriel said. "Bigger is better, if she can't inflate, how she going to make babies?" He continued in a mocking tone.

"Hey. I don't care about becoming a Father, if it happens it happens. But that's not why I think skilled inflators are hot." Aaron huffed.

The other fighter retorts with a hard kick to the chest.

"You don't think Mothers are attractive? Mr. Size King draws the line at a baby ball?" Marcus said in disbelief.

"Right, you want to be a Father don't ya Mark?" Gabriel mused.

The two martial artists get into a flurry of blocking and striking.

"Well... I wouldn't say that. But... hey. I think that all women just glow, when they're pregnant. And the months of slowly growing.... that's different from just inflating."

"But she pops at the end." Aaron says.

The referee blows her whistle. The two fighters stop and go back to the otherside of the rings to get their bearings and refresh. Another scantily clad cheerleader hops into the ring, and pops the hose into her mouth. She starts inflating.

"Well yeah. that's the point, a pregnant woman gives burst. It's what inflation is all about." Gabriel said.

"Hey now, that's not the part I'm looking forward to about knocking a gal up." Marcus stated. "Yes, it's how it goes. But... I don't know, just the idea that she's full of life. Of my babies. That's not weird."

"Now you're starting to sound like an old fuck." Aaron jested, nudging Marcus.

The cheerleader hyped up the crowd as her figure ballooned outwards.

"Okay, okay. But the one thing we can agree on is, how unrepentantly horny a woman gets right before she explodes is the hottest thing ever." Gabriel says.

"I can drink to that." Aaron says. Marcus lifts his beer in agreement.

The three take a swig.

"That look they give you when they're full. That's probably the best feeling in the wrold ain't it?" Marcus says.

The guys nod as the cheerleader flushes pink as she starts to float above the ring. Already straining and groaning as her body reaches its limit.

"Damn... looks like a small firecracker." Aaron said.

"At least she's enjoying herself." Gabriel says.

The cheerleader screams in orgasm. Before she explodes, showering rubberys craps all over the ring. And the fighters begin another round.