Contains a few varieties of lighthearted inflation and soft popping
At the bar, a tipping system was ensuring a constant flow of inflated, and then popped, barmaids. A black balloon-girl, named Adrienne, in a red tank top and black yoga shorts, that showed off plenty of cheek, had just begun taking over for the previous, recently-popped bartender. Adrienne had cleaned up the scraps and placed them in one of the nearby recycling bins. Adrienne walked over and began dutifully unwinding a hose from beneath the bar, parting her shorts a little, and plugging it in between her thighs. She gave it a little tug to make sure it was held in tight. "I wonder how long itll take before I pop..." she thought to herself.
Adrienne went to a patron at the end of the bar, making sure to bounce on her last step, giving the patron a nice jiggle of her breasts as she stopped at him. She took his order, made it, and brought the drink to him. Normally, you'd tip your bartender after paying her, however, since she is entirely disposable and not paid, no tipping required. But, if you wanted to tip the bar itself you were free to drop a tip in one of the jars decorating the bar. Every time money was put in it, a small blast of air would be delivered into the rear of the current bartender.
At first she would gasp in surprise and wiggle or squirm from the discomfort but over the course of her short existence she got used to it, sometimes not reacting to it at all, only stopping to adjust her clothes as she slowly inflated. Sometimes parting her lips eliciting a barely audible gasp or yelp. She had to be careful doing her little bounce greeting routine, lest her boobs pop out from her top as they had more and more air blown into them. "Mm!" Adrienne felt another blast of unit go into her "Fuck...I'm already blowing up" she thought to herself, pausing a moment to look down and inspect her slightly blown up body.
"Enjoying blow me up so far?" Adrienne playfully said to those at the bar, fluttering her eyelashes and playing with a braid of hair. "I've only been here a half hour and you all have blown me up two cup sizes!" she said nodding downward as she poured a drink. Her boobs were hugging her tank top now and almost pouring out as she walked and bounced along. Her bar-tending slowed down as she had to take time to push her boobs against her chest any time she had to look down to grab a glass or a bottle. "Sorry...getting a little full here..." She apologetically chirped with a giggle. Her belly had grown too, becoming slowly more taut and more transparent over time, her shirt was lifted up as her belly, sticking out half way, wobbled and swayed with buoyancy as she worked, occasionally rubbing it and grasping it anytime she felt air go into it.
Her future replacement came out and helped her bar-tend. "Wow...you're getting pretty full!" the replacement said with an overzealous poke at her inflated coworker's belly. "Ah! You be careful with that finger...I'm not about to burst but my belly's big enough to pop from a jab like that..." Adrienne said, lightheartedly chastising her replacement. "This hose'll be up your butt soon enough..." Adrienne added, pushing her boobs back in her bra from peaking out too much.
Another 15 minutes had passed and Adrienne had had more air blasted into air. "Ow...this is starting to smart..." she said, biting her lower lip in anticipation of the inevitable. She laid one hand on the bar to support herself and another one felt up her bloated midsection.
"Oof....guy's I'm feeling a little explodey...let me know before you tip again...think I might pop soon." she said out loud over her volleyball sized breasts, while feeling up her rounded out, blown up belly and breasts. She was just getting ready to pour another drink and picked up an expensive whisky bottle, before a customer shouted to her and signaled with a dollar bill, lowering it into the jar. "Uh oh..." she muttered under breath as she watched the bill slowly drop into the jar. "Hope you all enjoyed having me! Just, ah, give me a moment..." she said, noticing the tip go in. She quickly put down the expensive bottle and leaned back against the bar, sticking out her inflated assets. "Ok..I'm ready! Here goes..." she said as the dollar went in and she felt the final blast of air go in her. She yelped and gritted her teeth, closing one eye. "Ow! here it comes..oh boy...oh..ah..oh shiiii-" she managed to moan out before gasping for air in between moans of nervous pleasure as her body rumbled with hollow air sounds and ominous rubber tearing noises. Adrienne's face alternated between pleasure and discomfort. "fuckfuckfuck!" she moaned out before going wide eyed and looking down with parted lips, knowing whats about to come. Her breasts and belly shuddered before Adrienne finally lurched back and let out a gaspy yelp before all at once popping into a purple mist of confetti and dust...her clothes flew out and her debris decorated the bar and even a couple of the patrons. A couple of nearby balloon-girls noticed and began cleaning up the mess.
*shortly later*
At another section of the bar a small pool had been set up and filled with jello. Various items were thrown into the pool for the upcoming event. A balloon-girl announced with bravado that there was going to be a wrestling match in the pool soon featuring two balloon-girls. Patrons were encouraged to place bets.
The first balloon-girl to be introduced was a perky, short-haired brunette. Pretty much a tomboy with an athletic build, a toned body and C-cup breasts. She did a little sporty dance as she was introduced, making sure to show off.
Her opponent would be a literal big titty goth, the kind from the meme. It seems that the companies that manufacture balloon-girls caught on and made their own. She simply sauntered down and took her place in the pool.
"You think you can take me? Your huge boobs make big targets ya know? This'll be a cinch!" The tomboy taunted, with a pointed finger and an antagonizing glare directed at her opponent.
"Oh please...you're just as fake and rubbery as the rest of us. We'll see how confident you are when I poke a hole in you..." replied the goth balloon, flashing her pointy black nails.
The two stepped in the pool. A balloon-girl walked around the ring before taking a tiny bell and hitting it with an equally tiny hammer.
*Ding!*
The bell rung and both balloon-girls waded through the jello-filled pool and locked hands in a grapple to start the match. Rubber squeaked and feminine grunts of effort were had as they tugged on each other's hair and slipped in and out of each other's grasp, the slick jello lubricated their skin, making it hard to grab one another. The tomboy seemed fixating on going for the goth's boobs while the goth kept trying to dig her nails into any part of the tomboy. At when it seemed one had the upper hand the other would just slip right out of the other's hands.
"Held still you stupid bimbo!" The goth lamented as the tomboy's toned thigh slipped through the goth's hands. "Those tits are slowing you down!" The tomboy teased, making a failed swing at her bust.
As the two locked hands again, the tomboy threw their hands up, sending both of their arms in the air. With the goth's hands temporarily thrown in the air, the tomboy thrust her hands on the goth's black bikini top and pushed both cups off to the side, exposing her boobs and the misplaced bikini pushed them together slightly front and center.
The goth gasped in surprise with an embarrassed blush and quickly tried to fix her wardrobe malfunction but the tomboy used this moment of weakness to pounce on her and push her onto her back with the tomboy mounted on her stomach. "My, my. Shouldn't have left these two huge weak spots open like this..." The tomboy said from her mounted position with a devilish grin. The goth hastily fished her hands around the jello for an item that might help her turn the tables. The tomboy grasped a boob in each hand and began to squeeze the air out of them. The goth yelped and clenched her teeth as she felt the air inside her begin to slowly spray out her chest through her balloon-nipples. She groaned with frustration as she felt herself become less and less pneumatic as she desperately searched for an item.
Because balloon-girls aren't strong, being much weaker than humans due to their air-filled nature, the grip the tomboy had on the goth wasn't that intense. She was only losing a little air compared to say if a full grown human male had been doing this, this gave the goth ample time to find a way to overcome her attacker.
Finally, the goth felt a small metallic cylinder in the jello with a hose attached, she instantly knew it was an air-tank. While the tomboy was distracted focused on squeezing the air out of her she placed the needle of the hose between her thumb and index finger and raised her hand out of the jello to stab the needle right in the side of the tomboy's midsection!
"Ow!" The tomboy let out an uncharacteristic cry of pain and let loose her grip on the goth. Her hand raced to her side where she was stabbed and felt the hose jammed in her side. "What the hell did you do to me-..Ah!" but before she could finish she turned her head back down to the goth below between her legs. The goth had the air tank in one hand and the nozzle in one hand "Dont do that!" the tomboy pleased but the goth turned it on full blast before the tomboy could react further. A rush of air was followed by a gasp and panicked tugging as air blasted into the tomboy's midsection while she tried in vain to pull the needle out, but it was stuck. "Nononono...my belly!" the tomboy shouted out as her fingers parted further across on her belly as it squeaked and stretched while it turned from a perfectly flat toned surface to looking like she had swallowed a watermelon. The tomboy was transfixed on her inflated midsection, pushing it and prodding with a disturbed stare. The air tank stopped hissing as the last of air was deposited into the tomboy.
"Nice belly, mind if I pop it?" The goth said from below her. "Eek!" The tomboy raced up off of her when she saw the goth's presented fingernail and managed to get up as the goth reached an extended finger for her bloated midsection.
"Oof..." the tomboy held her belly in one hand as she felt the discomfort in her torso. The tomboy panted shallow breaths as her new gut restrained her movement. The goth, all wet and covered in jello from being pinned, approached the inflated tomboy with a fingernail pointing towards her. The tomboy watched with wide eyes and a shaking her head "No!" as she drew near.
Confidently, the goth lunged towards the tomboy, fingernails presented like claws ready to strike. When the goth was only a couple feet away the tomboy's expression suddenly changed from panic to confidence as she pulled a surgical scalpel from her bottoms and shoved the sharp blade into the goth's still exposed breasts, not enough to pop her but enough to stop her in her tracks. The goth gasped and looked down as she felt the bladed stinging sensation in her boobs. "Ah! That's sharp!" The goth looked down...
"Wha-? When did you get that!?" The goth asked, looking back up with pleading eyes, her boobs quivering as the blade pushed against them. "Hah! I managed to pick it up as you were inflating me, pretty lucky find eh?" The tomboy explained as she still precariously held the scalpel against the goth's bust, jiggling her with it, teasing her. "You ruined my belly so now I'm gonna ruin you!" The tomboy said to her as she did wiggled her butt and did a little victory dance, still accosting the goth with the blade held against her. "Oh god you're really gonna burst my tits..." the goth said looking back down. "Yup!" The tomboy chirped as she pushed the scalpel into the goth's bosom. First her boobs just pushed along with the weight of the scalpel. The goth moaned in rubbery pain as it was pushed into her. When her boobs couldnt be pushed any further, the blade split one of her rubbery breasts open and an explosive decompression of air caused the goth to pop all at once with a pained yelp and explode into a flurry of rubber. Her black bikini top flew out to the crowd and one of them caught it like a bridesmaid catching a bride's bouquet.
"Yea!-whoaohhhhHHH!" The tomboy let out an excited victory yell shortly after the blast but the force of it caused her to lose her balance, her arms extending and windmilling out in a desperate attempt to catch her balance. The added imbalance of her inflated belly caused her spin and fall forward towards the ground. "Shit! Nonono-" was all the tomboy could get out as she tried to catch herself but the weight of the fall directly on her belly caused her to burst like a wet water balloon smacking into a brick wall. The jello from the pool slashed into the air with the tomboy's latex remains as she burst into another flurry of rubber and bikini parts.
The crowd looked on in amused shock for a few seconds before collective muttering regarding who won the bets and what else the bar might have in store for the rest of the evening.
Looking back to the table with the beer-drinking balloon-girl, after many more rounds she had now completely altered her once, flat, toned athletic physique. Her flat breasts had ballooned up into heaving K-cups, threatening to burst the buttons holding her shirt together. Her belly was bloated with beer. A literal rubbery beer belly sticking out of her white shirt and pouring out of her black skirt.
"Ugh *burp* guys I dont know much more I can drink..." the balloon-girl said, giving her discomforting belly a rub. She had a nervous expression on her face, awaiting the next round while awkwardly smiling and laughing as her table continued their festivities.
"Man, she looks full..." one of the guys pointed out. "I wonder how much more she can take!" another said. "Wait...I got an idea, we're gonna pop her!" The leader said, going to the bar to order a pitcher of beer and getting a beer bong. "Uh! Are you guys sure? I'm, uh, um, I could burst all over the place! There would be beer everywhere!" The server said, trying to deflect.
He came back and the server went wide eyed when he saw the beer bong he was brandishing.The server sheepisly smiled as the nozzle of the beer bong was brought to her mouth and with a muffled gasp from the server, He popped the nozzle of the beer bong into the server's mouth and began pouring the pitcher into the beer bong.
The server began chugging. Her belly and boobs wobbled and groaned as they protested the unstopping stream of beer pouring into her. Her eyes grew wide as her hands grasped her fluid-filled assets pushed into points growing on the spots where the pressure was highest. Her whole body tightened and squeaked.
Her button on her shirt flew off as her beer-filled boobs burst further and settled on her blown up belly. She tried to cup her tits to cover herself but her pained belly demanded the attention of her hands elsewhere. She groaned as she tried to sooth the growing discomfort in her body. Balloon-girls looked and pointed from parts of the bar, seeing the developing situation. Some began gathering mops and buckets of water.
Suddenly *Pop!*, a small burst of liquid leaked out of her, then another, and another. All out from different parts of her boobs and belly. The server let out muffled gasps and moans of surprise as her hands shot to the different leaks. More and more tiny leaks sprang forth as the server began shaking her head and letting out muffled panicky moans through the nozzle.
"MMMMPPPHHH-" *SPLOOSH* The server's torso split open into a torrent of beer, like an inflatable pool being cut open. Beer spilled across the floor and drained into a spot on the floor, put there for an inevitability like this. A crew of balloon-girls immediately came over and began mopping the mess up