Two Bursting Babes

“N-not big enough, not even close!” I hissed, lunging for the pump.
She caught my air-fattened arms with ease, giggling a little as I fought to reach it. I needed more, more air, more pressure, more me.

“You’re plenty huge for now Hon, there’s no need to-”

“Yes there is! I need to be HUGE. I need to be irresistible!”

“You already are.” She said simply. Her eyes shone with desire, face flushed, and before I knew it she was kissing me. There was salt and sweetness on her lips, on her tongue, and I groaned helplessly into her mouth.

“It’s addicting, I know. You start to grow, and there’s this rush, this power...and you can’t help but want more.” She purred softly, when we finally broke liplock. I knew what she meant. Air still filled every inch of me, a sensation so pleasurable and so alien, and yet so utterly alluring.

Alluring. Like her.

Not but a few hours ago, there I was, turning my troubles into a respectable beer gut, when the bartender sidled up. She was all hyper blow-up curves and swells, pants digging into her ripe underbelly while twin airbags rested atop it.
I’d been trying not to stare for hours, and I’d been failing just about as long.

“Are you gonna keep staring, or are you gonna ask for my number, cutie?”

“That, or I was gonna ask how on earth you got those curves.” I smirked. “What, rob a local party store for their air tanks?”

She leaned over the bar, resting those pneumatic globes upon it, squishing them down as most of her weight fell onto them.
“And what if I did?” She purred, as I stared into an ocean of cleavage.
I was a bowl of milk, full-fat and creamy and she was going to swallow me down whole. And I was going to let her.

“Then I’d say, blow me the fuck up, cause I want what you’ve got.”
Minutes later, we were arm-in-arm and off down the street to her place.

Our inflated bodies smooshed together like pool floaties fucking in a closet. I was starting to squeak now that I was taking up most of the room, just a giant orb of a woman with tits and an ass that was rapidly melding into the rest of me. One continuous curve, rounder than round could be, and my figure thrummed with electricity.

She’d been persuaded to give me back control of the pump, and I’d turned it on full-blast, my curves billowing into swells and into balloons that would never, ever stop. Somewhere in the midst of my ecstasy, she’d plugged another hose into herself, filling, ballooning, bigger than she’d grown in ages. She explained how careful she had to be, just to keep herself steady. To not lose herself in the air, the pressure, that sensation of your body tightening like a drum.

“Bigger, bigger my balloon! F-fucking fill the room with me!” She cried.
Steady, it seemed, held little sway any longer.

My tits were weather balloons now, tightening and creaking and even a little see-through, and would’ve been smothering her if not for her own pair of personal blimps that were rapidly filling any space between my own and the rapidly encroaching wall. Her belly was a huge pale mountain of gas, her ass a pair of twin beach-balls pumped up beyond any commercial size. I could make out her face, a blissful gleam in her eyes, tongue lolling as she groaned and swayed and swelled.

I was creaking more now, and I didn’t care. All that mattered was air, was her, was the feeling of turning into her fuckblimp to love and kiss and pop if she~

My thoughts vanished in an orgasm so complete it beggared understanding, followed by an almighty KABOOM.

Scraps and torn clothing rained down amidst the wreckage of a bedroom as two hoses hissed on, the echoing last cries of two blimps their only company.