"Hey! You're right on time, come on in." A cheery, blonde, busty balloon-girl popped her head out of the side of the tent and welcomed me in. She held open the flap of the tent for me as I ducked inside into what looked like a changing room.
The balloon-girl who greeted me smiled as she looked me in the eyes with her gorgeous bright blue eyes and with her hands on her sides. Her eyes and head trailed down to my chest, staring at my hefty bust. She pursed her lips as she examined me. “Ooh ok! Yea you’re definitely at the right tent. I'm Sammie by the way!” she said as she hovered her hands over the sides of my breasts. “Can I touch em’?” She asked, I simply nodded “Uh, yea go for it.” I said with a nonchalant tinge. I would’ve said no but I was in the company of other balloon-girls and this seemed job related so it wasn’t too much of a big deal. My lips parted and I let out a light gasp as she gently groped and proded my big boobs, finishing off with pushing them up and together with both hands before letting them fall back down. I exhaled as they dropped back into place and I gave her a friendly sarcastic “Well?” look with raised eyebrows.
“Oh...you’ll be perfect. Big boobs, perky, tough rubbery skin...you’ll make a perfect target. It should take more than a few darts to pierce those tits of yours.” She said clearly impressed.
“Wait...targets? Darts?” Not sure I like the sound of this...” I said, taken back a bit. Balloon-girls aren’t big fans of being popped, especially with darts.
“Oh don’t worry! Management got us a state of the art repair center. Even those of us who get blown to smithereens get put back together good as new!” She said without a hint of lying. “It used to be kind of crappy, like, they used to just put us back together with stitching and duct tape but then they saw how much money we bring in! It’s actually a pretty sweet gig...once you get used to exploding...and deflating and all that...” as she finished she stuck out a pointy finger nail precariously close towards my chest for emphasis. I reflexively turned my chest away a bit before thinking about it all. I do know a few people who work here and they all swear by it and the money also seems nice. I guess it wouldn’t hurt just to try it out for a day or two. I gulp and nod towards the girl. “Great! You won’t regret it! Let’s go get ready!” She chirped as she grabbed me by the hand and began to show me around the dressing room.
The dressing room contained a variety of balloon-girls in all different sizes. “So, this dart game is ALL about the boobs.” She said as she looked down at my bust again. “We just sit out on the stage and let the customers throw darts at us until we...pop!...or they run out of money. You get paid more if they pop you or you get a lot of darts thrown at you” as she said this a resounding “Bang!” Came from the stage, kicking up the skirt of the tent a little bit from the release of air. A few of the other girls and I gasped in surprise. “Oh shit! I think that was Jessie...I knew she wouldn’t last long wearing that push up bra!” a balloon-girl said.
“We’ve got girls with huge boobs, tiny boobs, inflated boobs, air boobs, water boobs. The customers love the variety here...honesty you’ve got pretty big boobs soooo you might be a pretty popular target” she said looking back down at them again, her emphasis of the word “Pop” in “Popular” didn’t do much to make me feel at ease.
I looked at the girls throughout the tent; some were looking into mirrors doing their make up, others were trying to stuff their inflated curves into skimpy outfits and sounding like straining balloons, others were just chatting or playing on their phones as they sat with a hose up their butt, waiting as it inflated their boobs, occasionally looking down to give a squeeze to check their tightness. One girl was oblivious to her straining bust as she sung to herself through the music in her headphones with her eyes closed. A girl had to tap her on the shoulder and point out how she was about to overinflate and burst before she hurriedly yanked the hose out of her behind. A girl with small breasts had inflated them up to very tight, shiny C cups that looked like a slight poke from a finger would pop them. “That’s one of our A-cup girls, god they look SO strained in that bra she’s wearing, she looks like a gentle breeze could pop her!” Sammie whispered in my ear as we continued.
Sammie guided me over to the costume rack. "Alright, so, a fun thing about this is we get to wear costumes! We can dress up like celebrities, cartoon characters, superheroes, anything really, just take your pick! I'll come bug you again in a few minutes after you've decided."
Sammie left as I sifted through the rack of clothes and costumes. bunny suits, anime cosplay, corsets, skirts, and wigs were all I saw until a costume labeled “Tomb Raider”. Oh! I know what that is and I have brown hair so it’s perfect, plus it’s not TOO skimpy and I can still show my curves.I undressed down to my panties and stuffed myself Into the sports bra that came with it. Oof, a little tight but at least it keeps my boobs secure and safe from jiggling around. Maybe it’ll even stop a dart or two. I tuck the aqua colored tank top over my chest and pull the khaki short shorts up my thighs, thank goodness I didn’t inflate my butt any today...
Sammie came back as I was inspecting myself in the mirror. “Ah, Lara Croft, not a bad pick!” She said. Sammie had changed into a light blue catsuit with built in heels, it matched her eyes and blonde hair perfectly. “Don’t you recognize who I am? I’m Samus!” She chirped as she gave a little rise on her toes to bounce her breasts. “Come on, let’s go! It’s
Almost our turn to go out there!”
Sammie led me by the hand to the stage entrance. Out from the stage walked a few balloon-girls, some of them had darts embedded in their tits, one was covering up a puncture hole, and the last one through was partially deflated, hobbling through with the helping shoulder of a balloon-girl who had a dart hanging from a tit. Walking out onto the stage we saw the scattered latex remains of the balloon-girl who had popped earlier. "That must be Jessie, ouch!" Sammie remarked.
My group walked onto the stage for our turn to be hurled darts at. With us was a busty dark-haired girl wearing a Raven outfit, a brunette in a playboy bunny costume, and a balloon-girl in the spitting image of Hitomi Tanaka in a blue push up bra.
We all sat in different chairs with our bodies facing the front of the stage. An attendant took money and handed out handfuls of darts to the slowly growing line of customers.
“So we just sit here and let the customers throw darts at us?” I asked Sammie who was sitting beside me. I flinched as a customer clumsily hurled a dart between Sammie and i that harmlessly flew past us. “Yea!” She said, keeping her head and chest forward. “Sometimes they miss, other times they hit! When they hit they sometimes just stick in you or they might puncture you and cause you to deflate. If they hit you deadeye in your boobs hard enough than you could pop! If that happens we have someone come out and sweep you up to piece you back together."
As she finished answering my question. A yelp came from a few seats down. The girl in the bunny suit had just been struck by a dart in her left tit. It was lodged in and a small trickle of water was streaming down her torso and between her legs. "Ow...its in my boob" she muttered to herself with a forced frown. "Don't pull it out or you might spring a bigger leak!" Sammie piped up to her. The bunny suit girl nervously chuckled as she looked down at the dart and the small trickle of water leaking from her. Her chuckling made the dart jostle and bounce as her chest moved, threatening to fall out and open up the leak.
Sammie looked back over to me. “See it’s not so bad...half the time the darts don’t even do much! You just gotta relax and-Ah!” Sammie gasped in pain as she was interrupted by a dart that had been firmly and precisely thrown into her right tit. She looked down and cupped her punctured breast in her hand with a shocked express as it swiftly deflated like the end of a balloon being opened up. Sammie clenched her teeth as her breast was quickly drained with a comic deflating noise. Sammie sharply exhaled. She saw me looking at her, wondering why she didnt pop or completely deflate.
“Well shit, good thing my insides are compartmentalized so this won’t completely deflate me!” Sammie said, shrugging her shoulders. “Although it is a bit embarrassing to sit up here with one of my tits completely busted...” Sammie picked up the end of her deflated breast and dropped it with a defeated sigh, letting it fall and flop back down on her chest. It was quite the duality, one deflated breast and one intact, inflated, perky breast right next to it.
A few seats down the Hitomi Tanaka balloon was looking nervous, trying to keep a smile while looking between her balloon-girl friends up on the stage and back towards the customers. She was resisting the urge to cover up her huge, pushed up breasts with her hands but protecting yourself was not allowed. You had to present a clear target to the dart throwers at all times. Two flat-chested women had been pointing at her and audibly talking about how they were going to pop her like an overripe fruit before they were done here. You could hear them talking about how ridiculous it was for such a balloon-girl to exist. They chuckled to themselves and taunted the Hitomi balloon as they finally got to the front of the line and received their darts. The two were pantomiming throwing the darts and making explosion noises and gestures. The Hitomi balloon just gripped the sides of her chair and kept her trembling breasts with hardened nipples stuck out as she smiled, gritting her teeth in anticipation. The push up bra was she wearing didn't help in making her a smaller target either
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After a few seconds of whispering to each other, both girls faced the Hitomi balloon with devilish grins and bared their darts. Both girls started counting down and cocking their arms back at the same time. "3...2...1!" , both of the girls hurled their darts simotaneusly. Hitomi balloon squealed and closed her eyes as the darts flew towards her. She gasped in pain and cursed in Japanese as each dart hit both of her boobs.
*Pff!Pff!* came from Hitomi as the darts punctured her square in each breast.
*sssssSSSSSSSSS!* a sharp, heavy stream of air erupted from each puncture hole as the dart dislodged themselves from her bust and fell to the ground at her feet.
"Ah! Nononono! Oh no!" Hitomi panicked as the holes were causing her to rapidly spray out air from each of her breasts.. The Hitomi balloon sounded like a tea kettle going off as her air swiftly squeaked out of her. What was more concerning was that the tea kettle noise was growing louder and sharper.
Sammie quickly turned her heads towards me with eyes wide. "Uh oh...I think she's gonna explode!" Sammie loudly whispered to me as she covered her ears with both hands. I and the other girls followed suit, looking over at Hitomi with our ears plugged, waiting to see what happened. Hitomi held her hands up to her quivering breasts as they loudly sprayed air in a high pitch. Hitomi bounced her legs and pushed her boobs in different positions to try and get her body to calm down. With the sensation of bursting becoming too much, her hands shot to her head and grabbed her hair as the pitch grew louder and sharped. Hitomi screamed as she finally burst like an overinflated balloon, sounding out a shockwave of air and kicking up the tent flaps and the hair of the nearby balloon-girls and people at the front of the stage. Shards of skin and clothes and an empty chair with a pair of blue panties on it were all that remained.
“Ooh” Sammie sucked in air through her teeth, “yea, um, that sometimes happens, more often with the girls with bigger boobs than smaller ones, all that air just looking for a way out...it’s happened to me a couple times before. Sometimes they just hit the sweet spot on your boobs and you go off like a bomb” Sammie nervously giggled as she brushed off a scrap of Hitomi off her shoulder. “Ugh I’m gonna have to wear a patch over this thing for a little while...” Sammie said, referring back to her deflated breast. It seemed like she didn’t want to think about what had happened to Hitomi.
The girl with dark purple hair in the Raven suit was having a good time. Darts were ricocheting and bouncing off of her body as if she was made of tough material. A dart hit her bullseye in the breast and bounced off in an arc. She looked towards Sammie and I with a smug expression. "Jealous? I'm made of durable rubber so as long as my weak spot doesn't get hit I'll be A-ok!"
A few more darts whizzed past until one firmly planted itself where her belly button should be.