Contains lighthearted inflation, deflation, and popping.
This story takes place in a universe where disposable balloon women are a commodity that can be bought in the same way regular balloons can be bought today, don't overthink it.
After a few days off for vacation you walk in to get ready for your bouncer shift at the bar you've been working at for a while. As of lately the bars been struggling to bring in patrons. However your boss told you they made some big changes during your time off and it seems have to turned things around for the once-struggling establishment.
You enter the bar and you immediately notice the addition of a few different changes; games, some new and some old but now fitted with some odd looking gizmos, a stage, and recycling bins scattered here and there. You find your boss and ask her what all this is? She excitedly brings you into the backroom, where once there was nothing but kegs and supplies, there were air tanks now. "Air tanks?" You say "What? Are we winning over customers with balloons now?"
"Even better." Your boss says as she pulls out a bag out from a drawer and holds it up to you. It looks like a bag full of...tiny rubbery women? "Balloon-girls!" She excitedly yells out. You've heard of this kind of stuff being research but you didn't expect it to actually be a thing. "These babies have single-handedly turned this place around...its only a matter of time before the competition figures it out and does it so we gotta capitalize on it while we can. Let me show you!" She said as she pulled out a tiny women out of the bag. She hooked it up to the air tank, shoving the nuzzle into its belly button, put it on the ground and turned on the tank.
Almost like waiting for a blow-up mattress, it took a few minutes for the tiny rubbery woman from the package to blow up into a full sized balloon-woman. First she blew up to her height and their her curves filled in, her breasts and butt popping comically popping out like a rubbery popcorn kernel. Slowly, as if waking up from a nap, the balloon-girl became conscious. The balloon-girl was a pretty blonde dressed in a white shirt and black yoga pants with Ample cleavage and a moderately perky rear. Your boss handed you the bag she came from and it read "Basic Blonde, perky variety", you looked up to the balloon-girl from the bag, quite accurate. "We got goths, bimbos, mixed, nerds...aaaand a bunch more!" Your boss said pulling out different bags, quickly showing them to you, and putting them back in the drawer.
"Hi! I'm Sarah!" The balloon-girl introduced herself with an air of friendliness. Looking at you, expecting a response with no sense of awkwardness. "These balloon-girls are perfect, they do what you tell them, come in a variety of personalities, and I don't have to pay them! I can just deflate them at the end of the night and put em away, most of them end up in shreds anyways" She said as rolled a recycling bin towards you, it was filled with different colored scraps of rubber, hair, shoes, and clothes. "but they're super cheap!" She said with a bounce on her toes as she nodded towards the Sarah balloon-girl, who was still standing there, waiting. "Wanna test her?" your boss asked. "Go ahead, try her out."
You ask the balloon-girl to mix you a whisky and coke. "Sure!" Sarah said with a smile and she walked out in the bar, despite literally just being "born" she knows where the bar is and how to mix drinks. Your boss gave you a friendly nudge. "We contracted the company we buy the balloon-girls from to program them to bar tend and wait on tables. You're the only staff I have to pay now because as you might guess women filled with air don't really make good bouncers. Once our last human girls quit I just slowly phased in balloon-women to do all the serving tasks. Its so easy!
A minute passed and in walked Sarah, with a whisky and coke neatly placed on top of a napkin served on a small tray. She approaches you with a friendly, almost flirtatious smile, with her hand on a hip, the tray on her other. "Here's your drink!" she finished with a giggle. You take the drink and imbibe it, your boss didn't mind you drinking on the job as long as you didn't drink too much. The balloon-girl walked out to return the tray and came back in to you and your boss, awaiting another command with a smile.
"So you're gonna be seeing a lot of this tonight..." Your boss said as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a sewing needle. The balloon-girl noticed this, quietly gulped, kept smiling, but you noticed her gaze always lingered back to the needle before going back to you and your boss. She seemed to fidget a little as well. "Sarah, go ahead and stick your hands on the counter, stick out your butt a bit too..." Your boss ordered. "Ok!" Sarah approached the nearest counter and daintily stuck out her rear, pushing her hair back and looking back at you and your boss, still glancing back and forth to the needle, her smile occasionally fading before coming right back with a giggle and a flutter of her eyes. Your boss walked over, grabbed her yoga pants, and pull them down right before her buttcheeks, exposing her rear and a pink, lacy thong.
"Oh!~" The blonde gasped out, seeming surprised but not protesting it at all. "Go ahead, pop her." Your boss said, handing you the needle. "Better get used it because its gonna be happening again and again." Your boss finished with a chuckle. "Uh pop me?" The balloon-girl chirped out in a slightly concerned but playful tone with a nervous wiggle of her exposed butt. The blonde balloon-girl gasped under her breath as you approached her with the needle, her eyes now fixated on the needle. "Oh boy..." she said with a sharp exhale, still looking back, now gritting her teeth. "Eep!" She squeaked out as you drove the needle towards her butt, the point meeting its mark right in the square of her left cheek. "Ah!~" The blonde balloon let out an almost sensual, but shocked gasp, like a bunch of sexual tension just got released at once. An intense stream of air began to stream out her pierced cheek, emitting a noise almost similar to a tea kettle boiling over. The balloon-girl groaned out, arching her back and sticking her boobs out, wiggling in place as she tried to maintain her composure with her rapid loss of air before..."Ooh!"
*Bang!*
The balloon-girl popped and became nothing more than a cream colored pile on the floor with a pair of black yoga pants, a thong, shirt, a head of hair, and a pair of shoes thrown in. Your boss simply kicked it all into a big dustpan and dumped it in the bin. "Ooh that one was quite volatile! Sometimes they just pop outright, sometimes they leak before popping, sometimes they slowly deflate, and sometimes they just keep leaking without deflating or popping, theres alot of variety with these balloon-girls..." your boss said as she trailed off and look at the recycling bin.
"Kinda crazy right? But the customers REALLY like it and I think its cute so that's kinda how we've built this place now; customers come in, pay, drink, play games, and pop our super cheap balloon-girls. We send the the left over bits to be recycled, rinse and repeat. Sometimes we get the same girls again in the next batch of balloon-girls. Easy money so far!" Your boss finished, trying to punctuate everything that just happened. "All you gotta do is handle any unruly customers. For example, someone just cant come in and just start popping balloon-girls left and right, make sure they spend some money before they get pop-happy. Pretty much most nights are rather chill though, so just try to enjoy yourself!"
Accepting the weirdness of everything and going over some more peculiarities with your boss you patiently wait for the evening crowd to start filling in. As you mind the front door and wait you can't help but notice the continuous hiss of the air compressor coming from the back as your boss inflates tonight's disposable workers. Every now and then a different pneumatic beauty would emerge from the backroom and mingle with the other balloon-girls, awaiting customers to tease and interact with. Watching from afar you could see the balloon-girls talk to each other. You could overhear them chatting about normal ditzy girl stuff. You notice one of the goth balloon-girls rolling her eyes and scoffing as one of the blonde bimbo balloons prattles on her about her shoes and make-up. If you saw these girls outside of the bar you'd probably just assume they were normal girls. What a world.
"Hey handsome! I'm Jane!" A voice in your periphery chirped at you. You turned to it and were greeted by the sight of a cute freckled brunette in a tank top and jeans. She had bouncy C cups poking out of her tank top and a pair of small, but curvy hips. "I just came out of the back room, man your boss can be a little rough with that air tank? I think she put too much air in me...I mean just look at my boobs they're huge!" Jane playfully said as she pointed to her boobs, looked down, and bounced, making her boobs jiggle in her tank top. She looked back up at you, her boobs finally settling back in place. "See?" she said with a giggle. "Anyways you're cute and I thought I'd come say hi! Boss lady says I'm on server duty so hopefully I last longer before I get popped, but that might be difficult with how my boobs are..." she finished biting her lip and pointing a painted, manicured finger at her bust. "Ok bye!" The balloon-girl left with a perky wave before going off to the server station. She must of been one of the flirty varieties your boss talked about.
The first group of customers arrived. It was a typical group, 3 men who look like they just got off work, here to enjoy some drinks, maybe pop a couple girls if the mood took them. Using a tablet they flipped through a catalogue of tonight's available balloon-girls before collectively deciding on the server they wanted. A tall, slender, athletic looking woman, like the kind you would find relay racing or doing pole-vaulting perked up and walked over to the group of men at their table. What made her different from others is that she wasn't super curvy like most of the staff. She had small, perky breasts under her buttoned white blouse on top of her athletic figure and her slender legs were wrapped in a thin, tight skirt. Her black heels clicked on the floor as she approached the table.
"Hi fellas! Welcome to the balloon bar. What can I get you started with today?" The server asked. All of them ordered a beer. The leader then spoke up "We also would like you to drink with us too, we'll see how much that lithe body of yours can take, bring us our beers and bring one for you too. "Ooh, gonna fill me up are you?" The server asked provocatively "Sounds fun...I'll be right back..." The server said as she spun on her heel and headed towards the bar before coming back with a tray of four beers lifted above her head and setting it down on the table. She wiggled into the booth and each of them took their beers. "Cheers!" all the men said began chugging. "Oh! Cheers!" Their server giggled and took this as her cue to chug along with them. She chugged along and you saw her beer disperse itself between her boobs and belly, with them now being a tiny amount bigger than before she chugged the beer, pushing against her tight shirt. She was still small curves-wise but thatll change over the course of the evening. They all had a happy laugh, clinked their glasses, before talking about work and occasionally teasing their server with the server flirtatiously playing along. You make a mental note to check in with that table later.
More and more customers arrive as the evening rapidly picks up. Nobody has started playing any games yet as people drink and get in the mood. A few minutes pass and you see a couple guys approaching the new ski hockey table. They both take their sides and each put in a 10$ dollar bill, this unlocks a little balloon-girl selector screen on the table. Each of the guys pick a girl from the screen and two balloon-girls who were just hanging out with the other works suddenly perk up. They both do a little "I'm needed! Talk later!" wave to their coworkers and leave to go accompany the men at the ski table.
One of the girls is a small, mousy girl, kinda flat chested but with small pear-shaped hips. She has a blonde bob for hair, a sharp jawline.She's wearing a tight light blue tank top with a sporta bra underneath. For pants she's wearing multicolored yoga pants that accentuate her cute rear end. She seems a bit shy about everything.
The other balloon-girl is an uptight, preppy blonde. Pink shirt, tight jeans, hourglass figure, long blonde hair, big boobs. Complete antithesis of the other girl.
Each girl walked over to their guy's side and pulled out a slender hose from the ski table. Under the table was an air compressor and a water compressor. Both guys chose air. Both girls lowered their pants a little, not enough to show more than a little buttcrack and finagled the hose into their butts. The preppy blonde casually and with ease put the hose in her butt while the other girl blushed a bit as she took a bit longer to do hers, being a little clumsy with it before finally getting it. Both girls pulled their pants up and waited for the game to start.
"So I chose this flat, tight balloon-girl. She probably can't take more than just a few blasts of air because I know you don't stand a chance against my air hockey skills" he said gesturing towards his balloon-girl. "Hey! I can take more than "just a few blasts". Probably...maybe..." the mousy girl said with a bit of sass before being meek again.
"That curvy blonde balloon of your looks like she can take a lot of air before bursting! I bet those boobs can hold a lot! That she should be a decent handicap right?" The guy said to his friend again. The preppy blonde balloon didn't even look up from inspecting her nails "You better not let him put any air in me...itll screw up my figure..." she says with a bit of side-eye, now looking into a handheld mirror checking her hair. "Ugh, hurry up and pop her so I can get this hose out of my ass." The blonde girl said, putting away her mirror and putting her hands on her hips looking at the table, chomping on some gum.
The goal of the game was to score goals in a game of air hockey, each goal would pump up your opponents balloon-girl. The game was over when either player's balloon-girl popped. The amount of air a girl could take depended on the girl, more voluptuous and curvy women could take more air. You didn't want your balloon-girl to pop because during the game she would be standing right next to you so it would be a loud and sudden bang right next to you if you lost.
The guys started their game. Both balloon-girls looked on as they played, hoses up their butt awaiting a goal. The blonde smirked and looked more assured of her victory while the mousy girl looked apprehensive and nervous. The two guys went back and forth, both coming close to scoring goals but missing multiple times. Suddenly, the guy with the blonde girl did an unexpected move and landed a goal on the guy with the mousy girl. The ski table rang out and a quick blast of air shot into the mousy girl's butt. She gasped as the goal was made and yelped as the air blasted into her. Her hands shot to her belly and a hand moved to one of her breasts. She suddenly looked 4 months pregnant, her shirt pushing up to make room and she now had B-cup breasts, now giving her cleavage. she blushed as she grumbled under her breath inspected her new curves, feeling the air push against her skin. "Hey! How did you do that?" The guy shouted to his opponent, clearly caught off-guard then looking at his balloon-girl trying to mentally count how many more air blasts she could take. "Hah, nice boobs!" The blonde remarked from the other side. "Maybe a few more blasts theyll be as big as mine! Too bad you'll pop by then." The mousy girl simply rolled her eyes and tried to pull her shirt over her belly nonchalantly, ignoring the blonde.
"Hah, cool!" The mousy girl's guy said. "I let you get that one in". Both his opponent and the blone balloon girl furrowed their brows and pursed their lips, getting ready for more. They went back and forth a few more times before with a sharp "Clink!" the guy with the mousy girl decisively sent one into his opponents goal. Once more, the ski hockey table rang out and "Psss!" a blast of air went up the butt of the blonde balloon girl. She gasped out and clutched her belly, where there once was a flat plane there was now a tiny bloat. Her boobs moved a little and expanded an equally tiny amount. "Uh! My belly! You better not let that happen again!" The blonde sneered at her player before going back to chomping her gum, running her hand across her belly, feeling its bloated shape. The mousy girl simply just clapped and stuck out her tongue at her before making an explosion gesture with both her hands.
The two resumed their game, with the mousy girl's guy making 3 more easy goals all within the span of a couple minutes. The blonde blew up each time, with every goal she gave haughty sass to her player and opponent. She looked like she had swallowed a beach ball and her bra, whereas before it was supporting her boobs were now constraining it, much to the blondes discomfort. Her butt and hips had even expanded a bit too, with her butt cheeks peeking out of her tight jeans. "Stop letting him score! Look at me, I'm about to fucking pop!" She chided through nervous gum chomping as she adjusted her clothes in discomfort.
"Looks like I'm about to win" the guy said, pointing out the state of the heavily bloated blonde. "Any last words?" the less bloated mousy girl said to her as they began playing again. The blonde watched with wide eyes as she rested a hand on her belly and nervously twisted a strand of hair with her other.
"Goal!" The ski table did its usual fanfare as the guy scored another girl on the blonde's player.
"Shit...Nonono...*Psss!*...Ooh!" Another shot of air went into the blonde, she lurched slightly as the air squeezed into her body. The sound of stretching latex resonated from her as her bra burst from her bust with a noise that sounded like two hollow bass drums being struck lightly once. Her jean's button burst and unzipped themselves as her hips and butt outgrew them. The blonde winced and her heals clicked as she staggered backwards as the sound of hissing and tearing latex resounded from her. "I'm going *gasp* to *gasp* freaking explode- *long gasp*-Shi"
*Boom!*
The blonde exploded into a pink cloud of dust, confetti, and hair clothing articles as her guy became peppered with the debris and it stuck to his clothes, an embarrassing mark of his defeat.
The mousy girl turned to his guy. "Did you really have to let me get inflated like this? I'm probably gonna get popped looking like this now..." she said with playful sarcasm as she drummed her fingers on her new inflated chest. "At least I have boobs now..."