Breakout Part 1
By Sebbo

This is my first story so sorry if there are any grammar/spelling problems. Any advice e-mail me at [email protected]

        Sophie was depressed. Today was her sister's 18th birthday party. Her parents were became permanently excited as the day came closer and closer and now that the day had come they were ecstatic and Sophie being the “little” sister was completely ignored. Her sister, Jenny was blessed with a fabulous figure, 36D breasts and a slim waist line as well as a giant IQ that could put some of Sophie's teachers to shame and Sophie was sick of it. She wished so much that she was an only child, but she knew it wouldn't happen, well a girl can dream can't she?

        Her mother came into her room,
“Sophie darling, we've seem to come a bit short on the party supplies, could you do me a favor and go down to the shop and get another bag of balloons?” Sophie considered saying no at this point, but she couldn't do that to her mother, could she?
“Yes mother.” She grabbed her bag from behind the door and made her way downstairs, her mother followed behind her closing her bedroom door. Sophie walked past the dining room where Jenny was having a heated conversation with her father about the colour of the streamers that were dangling from around the room. “Spoiled brat,” commented Sophie quietly under her breath as she slammed the front door behind her.

        She walked down the driveway. Looking around she saw happy families bonding like in one of those old 50s sitcoms, it was almost surreal. This was completely the opposite to what had been going on inside her house over the past few days. Sophie quickly dismissed this train of thought and walked towards the high street.

        Now she was pissed! She had just spent half an hour walking to the House of Fun and it was closed, and she'd only missed it by a couple of minutes. She couldn't disappoint her parents, could she? She sat on a nearby park bench and sulked. A sudden breeze wafted by her and with it came a small piece of paper. It landed by her face up. On it advertised some sort of closing down sale at a small local shop called Mystics. “What the hell,” Sophie thought and she started walking.

        The place looked run down, a small wooden sign hung from the door that said in faded red paint “Mystics, home of the stuff you can't buy elsewhere”. Painted on the window were the huge words, CLOSING DOWN SALE. “This must be the place,” thought Sophie, and she walked inside.

        The sign was accurate the shop was really weird. Shelves covered top to bottom with weird bottles, boxes and things that Sophie couldn't identify. Although the shop looked like it sold everything but balloons it was worth asking the clerk whether she had any. Sophie rang a small bell sitting on the counter by an ancient cash register. Nothing. She rang again. The small curtain opened and out walked a shriveled old woman.
        “Good afternoon, Sophie.” The old woman looked at her waiting for an answer,
        “Um, Hello, How did you know my name?”
        “You look like a Sophie. Plus it's written on the side of your bag.” Sophie turned round to look at her bag, it did indeed say in big blue letters Sophie.
        “Do you have any extra large balloons? You know, the ones that are designed for parties.”
        “I know the sort. Whose party is it?” The old lady came out from behind the counter and plodded towards a box.
        “ Its my older sister's party. I was forced to come all the way out here just to buy some stupid balloons.” Sophie now started getting angry with her sister. “ She gets all the fun, all the attention from the boys and from mum and dad. Its not fair!”
        “Well here are a pack of party balloons, but you need something to cheer yourself up.” The old lady started rummaging through a small locked box under the counter. She pulled out a small package. This has never been seen before. It was a small box that was labeled NEV-R-BREAK. It looked corny, obviously pre 70s graphics.
        “What is it?”
        “Find out when you need cheering up, just open the package and blow.”
        “Sounds good, how much?”
        “No charge for a nice young lady like yourself, but it'll be five pounds for the party balloons.” Sophie handed over her money, said her goodbyes and walked home.

        A late night cold breeze wafted through Sophie's window disturbing her curtains. The party downstairs was in full swing, lots of Jenny's friends were coming in and out of the house at all times. The clock struck midnight. The din was terrible. The loud music was so loud that everything in Sophie's room was bouncing up and down. Sophie was really pissed. A huge history test 4th period tomorrow, even she knew that she needed sleep. Sophie tried again to drift off to sleep; she eventually gave up and read a book.

        The sun shone on the house, which was soon revealed to be a complete mess. The living room looking like a tornado in a caravan park. Several of the guests were still collapsed on the sofa, completely plastered and Jenny joined them. After dawn most of the guests had had a water fight with booze instead of water. Most of them played to lose. By this time, only a third of the guests remained and/or survived. What a party!

        Sophie had eventually fallen asleep with her book in her hands, her alarm clock rang, but Sophie paid no attention, she was too busy dreaming. Dreaming about a life in which she was in control, a house, no parents and definitely no sister, Sophie smiled and sunk deeper into a R.E.M. state.

        She slowly opened her eyes. As her eyes adjusted to the light an object sitting on the desk attracted her attention, it was the package from the old lady. But it was different; the graphics had changed. The box was bigger, or was it? With closer inspection Sophie could see that it was just the way the sunlight shone on the colours that made it look bigger. She closed the curtains and made her way to the full-length mirror. She stood in front of it, dropped the bed sheets and watched. She watched as her chest heaved up and down with her rhythmic breathing. Up and down, up and down, up and … …she held her breath and looked at her breasts, they were actually there! Sophie had been flat chested all her life. She breathed again, and stopped, something else in the room was also breathing with her. She looked towards the desk. The package had become curvy. This was too weird. She dismissed it and continued inspecting her “figure”. “After lunch,” she decided, “That's when I'll open it.” But the suspense was unbearable. “What could be in the box?” She turned her focus to the wardrobe; today's selection was on a small hangar. She put on the T-shirt and pants and went downstairs for breakfast.

        Her mum and dad were sitting around the dining table. Jenny was sitting at the end slowly drinking a large coffee, and nursing her headache.
        “Stop staring at me dweeb!” shouted Jenny when she noticed Sophie staring at her shirt.” You're not jealous are you, after all you know you'll never have these,” said Jenny as she hugged her tits. Sophie turned away and continued eating her sugar snaps. She couldn't stop thinking about the package on her desk. All of a sudden her father stood up, “Right Sophie, you're going to help me and your mother clean up the house while Jenny goes to work, we have guests coming round tonight, so the house needs to be spotless.” Her father threw her a large broom, as Jenny got up from her chair.
        “See you later daddy,” Jenny said looking towards her father. She moves towards Sophie, “have fun. Hope I won't see you tonight.” Sophie gestured behind her back and got to work sweeping the living room floor. The hours passed, the house became cleaner and cleaner and meanwhile Sophie became more and more miserable.

        The housework was finished by lunchtime. Sophie's parents had left hours ago because they were bored with working on a Saturday; they left specific instructions for Sophie to be finished by teatime. She was finished early for a good reason, the package. She rushed upstairs to get change and to open the package.

        Inside her room she stripped down to the skin and felt the cool air touch her skin; she became goose pimpled. She stood by her desk and began to open the wrapping. The box was revealed.

        Inside was a small piece of paper, obviously instructions. There was a small machine with a rubber hose coming from one end, a large red balloon, a large yellow balloon and two small pink balloons. “What the hell? I thought this was something cool!” Sophie picked up the instructions and sat in her desk chair. They read:

NEV-R-BREAK BALLOONS

WARNING: these balloons are not for use by people whose hearts are unjust or mean spirited

STEP 1        choose a colour, red or yellow

        Sophie chose red.

STEP 2        strip down to your skin

        “Whoops too early”

STEP 3        BLOW into the mouth of the balloon and wait

        There were no more instructions. Sophie picked up the red balloon and blew cautiously into the mouth. The balloon puffed up slowly. She did it again and the puffing increased. The balloon increased in size. Sophie panicked as the balloon started to suck air from her lungs; she pulled the balloon away from her lips and let go. It floated there, still inflating. Sophie put her hand over the mouth, it started tugging and the mouth stretched larger and larger until it was as wide as her head. She let go of the nozzle, startled. The balloon inflated faster and faster as more and more air was sucked through the ever-widening balloon. The balloon touched the ceiling and continued inflating. Sophie began to feel drawn to the gaping mouth of the balloon, the balloon stopped inflating as it filled the entire room, but air was still being sucked in. Sophie grabbed urgently onto her bedpost, as her feet left the ground. The mouth came closer and closer, determined to eat her up. She gave up.

        She awoke inside the huge red balloon, the mouth now tiny to prevent her escape. She struggled to the walls of the balloons. She touched them. They squiggled under her palm, and suddenly the balloon began to deflate. Sophie banged on the walls as the balloon shrank. Scared of suffocation Sophie moved towards the mouth of the balloon and put it in her mouth. She began to breath slower and slower as the balloon touched every bit of skin on her body. The rubbery mouth stretched inside her mouth and stuck itself behind her lips, the balloon and Sophie had become one. But as this happened she had already fainted.

  She awoke an hour later. The house was still empty. She felt around her head, her hair felt funny. She tried to sit up, but was stopped. She moved her arms slowly and pushed against the floor. She rolled over so that she faced the mirror…   … Sophie screamed.

She was a freak, a bright red freak. She could breathe normally, she felt normal, well as normal you could feel considering if you were swallowed by a gigantic red balloon. She sat up properly and looked down her body. Sophie pinched her skin on her belly; it felt like the balloon did, and, as for the balloon it was nowhere to be seen. She got and sat down on the bed. “Calm down Sophie,” she said to herself, trying to calm herself down. She breathed deeply and much more slowly. She plucked at her skin. Nothing. It didn't hurt. She pulled at her skin. She stretched it, and stretched it, and continued stretching it. There was no pain, a slight tingling sensation that was nice, but no pain. Sophie walked to the lamp to take a closer inspection. She flipped the switch and flash! The once bright red pigment in her skin changed to her usual pale self. The turned the lamp off, and her skin colour remained. Sophie again plucked at her skin, same as before. It looked like the balloon that covered her body had been absorbed into her skin, and had changed colour to make her normal. She looked normal, but she didn't feel normal.

        “So the balloon is in me, but why? What does it do?” She had to know, what will happen to her now? Sophie looked on the desk; the package was still there. The piece of paper lying on the chair, Sophie picked it up to see if it said anything else. It was blank. The instructions that were on the paper, were now gone. Sophie looked at the package. Inside was another piece of paper labelled “INSTRUCTIONS”. Sophie picked it up and began to read.
NEV-R-BREAK BALLOONS
WHAT NOW?

         If you are reading this then you must've completed the transformation. You have just blown up either the red or the yellow balloon depending on your taste, you blew it up, and it has swallowed you. Sorry for any damages to any of you belongings during this phase, trust us, it was worth it. You would have now realised that the balloon has now merged with your body. You are now an unbreakable, unpoppable, human balloon. Great huh. Now lets find out what the other things in the box are for:


2 Pink balloons   these are to provide pleasure for 2 of your friends. They are not the same as the red or yellow balloons; they only merge partially with your friends. Treat them the same way as yourself, they only last for an hour, but the balloons are recyclable.
The Cylindrical object   this is a micro air compressor, to be used for rapid inflation; place nozzle flat onto skin and the area beneath nozzle will inflate. Portable for maximum pleasure and fun.
The remaining balloon   do not let anyone else touch this, the effects may be deadly. Hide the balloon you will need it at a later date, when you are ready.

        Now that the rest of the equipment has been explained, you can now start using your new power. Experimentation is the key. And of course have fun, because life just became much more interesting!!!

        That was it. The paper became blank once more. ”I am inflatable?” She had to pause and think about this, “I'm inflatable?” Then it hit her, “Shit! I'm inflatable!” She felt her skin again. It was heaving under her touch. “How do I inflate myself?” She looked around; a bicycle pump was lying in a box. She reached for it and attached the nozzle to her right nipple. She began pumping. The effects were instantaneous. Her right breast began to heave under the pumping action and gradually grew larger. Her breast began to stick out from her chest. For the first time in her life she needed a bra. Sophie took out the hose. Her Right breast remained inflated. Sophie cupped it with her hand; it had increased in size from non-existence to a firm BB. She pumped her left breast to the same size. She was tired. Her forearms ached with all the pumping. She may have been made inflatable, but there was a lot of resistance, the “balloon skin” had not been stretched enough, she would see to that.

        Sophie picked up the small air-compressor. I had a long hose at one end with a choice of nozzle attachments, and surprisingly enough there was a pronged attachment, curious. Sophie plugged the pronged attachment into the hose. Then attached each length of hose to each nipple. She picked up the compressor; it had no power lead, only a small dial indicating the pumping rate. “Here we go ladies,” looking at her small breasts and feeling them vibrate and expand as she flipped the switch with her foot. Instantly her breasts grew from BB to a D and they didn't stop there. After a matter of seconds attached to the air compressor her assets began to resemble basketballs. A loud rubber squeaking filled the room as the inflation accelerated. Sophie screamed out in delight as she grew, the air now spreading from her breasts to the other parts of the body. Her breasts now the size of huge beach balls stopped growing as Sophie turned off the compressor and unplugged the first nipple. The huge globes sticking from her chest impeded her vision, but they felt so good. She clumsily reached to pick up the compressor. She set the dial to the highest setting, unplugged the pronged attachment and put the hose in her mouth. CLICK. The effect was instant. She ballooned out all over. Her body inflating like the balloon did before. Her huge body now pushing on the walls of her room. The pressure increasing every microsecond that the compressor was on. She screamed in agony as the walls refused to buckle. Finally CRACK. The house lost the battle and the ballooning Sophie lay there, her entire body completely out of proportion. The compressor turned itself off. Sophie opened her eyes. She lay where the house had been. Bits of wood and brick covered the street. Her ballooning breasts resting on a huge tree that used to be in their back garden. Her body apart from the huge breasts was almost a perfect hourglass figure absolutely stunning to look at.

        Although her first inflation experience had proved to be success, she had another BIG problem. No house, huge body parts and no idea on how to get smaller again. What was she going to do?


To be continued …

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