As tomorrow was the weekend and I didn't have anything planned at least for the Saturday, I decided that I would leave the alarm off and treat myself to a bit of a sleep in. I got into bed and I slowly started to stroke my pussy, enjoying the sensations that it was providing throughout my whole body, I couldn't get the image out of my mind of how a girl could be blown up like a balloon, just getting bigger and bigger. My imagination was quickly running away from me as I was getting closer and closer to the peak of my orgasm, with my hand stoking my pussy and clit faster and faster and with my other hand pulling and rubbing my tits and nipples harder and harder. With an almighty rush I came and after I came again and then again, I slipped into unconsciousness.
I awoke again Saturday morning with my hand still between my legs, with dry pussy juice on them, I got up and headed into the bathroom. Once freshened up by having a long hot shower, throwing on some old jeans and an oversize jumper, I made my way down to the kitchen, where I had breakfast and looked through the morning paper. I was onto the second cup of coffee when the door bell rang, which annoyed me cause I didn't want to be disturbed today. Opening the front door there stood a delivery man in uniform, with a parcel under his arms. Having signed for the parcel, I closed the door and threw the parcel on the sofa. I went back to the kitchen to finish reading the paper and drinking my coffee. I thought that what ever was in that parcel could wait until I was good and ready to open it. Once I had finished in the kitchen I then went back into the lounge and picked up the parcel. I looked at it trying to find out where it came from. Not only did it not have a sender's address but neither did the delivery docket. Thinking that that was really unusual, I slowly peeled back the brown wrapping paper, only to find a plain box underneath. Thinking that this was getting weirder and weirder, I slowly opened the box, not knowing what has going to happen or if something might jump out at me. Well, to my surprise nothing jumped out at me and as I looked in I could see under all the packing wrap that there was a bright red with little polka dot jump suit. I took it out and layed it out on the sofa. On closer inspection I noticed that it had a zip on the back and an opening around the neck line but other than that there were no other openings. Where the hands went it was like closed gloves and the same for the feet. Picking up the suit again, I noticed that the material was silky, smooth and nothing that I had ever seen before. I put the suit back down to look through the box again, but apart from the packing wrap there was nothing in else in there.
I picked up the box and took it outside to the rubbish, and then returned inside and put the suit in the bedroom. Still enjoying the feel of the material, which still felt unusual, I put it on the bed and then returned to the lounge where I then veged out and began to watch TV. As the day progressed there was less and less on the old box and it was getting harder to find something to watch. I then remembered the suit and decided to have another look at it, so I got up and went back into the bedroom only to look at the suit again. I sat down on the bed and again began to run my hand over the unusual material and whilst I was doing that for some unknown reason I started to feel horny again. As I kept feeling the material, my other hand was absently making its way down to my pussy, where through the material of the old jeans it was stroking and rubbing my pussy. As I started getting hotter and hotter it felt that the clothes that I had on were scratching and confining me. It got to a point where I almost ripped them off, as I lay there on the bed, the suit felt really good under my skin as I lay on top of it. As I wriggled and squirmed around on top of the suit the height of my impending orgasm was almost peaked. I had one hand rubbing my pussy furiously, the other hand rubbing my tits and there I lay on my stomach with the suit underneath me. The feeling of the suit on my nipples and stomach was overwhelming and soon I had one orgasm that seemed to last an eternity.
When I finally regained my senses, I had cum all over my hand and now also over the suit. Thinking that the original owner might want it back I got a rag to wipe it off. When I got back to the suit it was already clean, as if it was never even stained. I picked it up once more to look it over. With the feeling of that last orgasm still slowly receding with the feeling of the suit itself, I finally mustered up the courage to put the suit on. Though it did seem that it was nearly screaming to be put on. I undid the zip and slowly put my feet into the legs, like putting on a pair of stockings. The material seemed so sheer, it was unbelievable. Slipping my arm and hands into the sleeves, I got up and walked over to the full length mirror on the wall. The suit was still open at the back as I thought that I might see what I would look like as it was before a decided to close it. As I stood there the material seemed to wrap itself all around the curves of my body. With my gloved hands I examined the suit, feeling the effects of it on me was even more arousing than before. As I looked, I could see that the suit had totally encapsulated my tits, unlike other suits that never get underneath this was different. Even as I explored lower, I could see the folds of my pussy lips jutting out. All the while, the suit seem to be beckoning to be closed, to be pulled tight across my body and to be stretched. I kept ignoring those thoughts, pushing them to the back of my mind. As I stood there, I noticed once again how horny I was getting yet again. It even seemed that the suit was helping my horniness along. Before heading back to the bedroom, I did think that the suit really didn't suit me, what with the colour and the poker dots, but it seemed that my body needed attention yet again.
Some time later that afternoon, after having I don't know how many orgasms, I got up and decided to take of the suit so as I could take a bath and freshen up. I was that sweaty and my tits, pussy and thighs covered in cum that a bath seemed like a good idea. Not remembering that I had even done the suit up, I reached around to the back to open the zipper. My hands kept searching, but found nothing there. I walked over to the mirror to see if I could find the zipper and to my surprise it was gone. There was not even a trace of the zipper there. The material had like healed itself. I tried to pry the suit material away from my skin, but ever time I would pinch it, it was like pinching my own skin. Even at the neck line I could part the fabric away from my skin. It was as if the material had become my skin and my skin the material from the neck down. As I felt down at my pussy, I could feel the fabric go all the up and feeling around the back door the same. It was as if my body had sucked the material up into itself. The suit filled and covered every inch and crevice of my body turning it into like a second skin.
Deciding that this was to weird, I went down to the lounge and got a long, cold drink. As I was contemplating what to do next, there was a knock on the door and envelope suddenly appeared under the door. Walking over to pick up the envelope, opened the door but who ever sent dropped of the envelope was already gone. Opening it up there was a message inside which read,
'You have been chosen to try one of the new skin suits. By now you will have found that it is like a second skin which hugs your body perfectly and more, well it is your skin. During you heighten experience with the suit when you put it on, it transformed, moulded and absorbed you're skin therefore becoming your skin. Your new skin is more pliable and durable than your old skin, and we feel that this is a small trade off for the endless enjoyment that you will receive from the suit. The process is irreversible not that it should be, and if you happen to go out, the suit is so design to look to other people like your normal toned skin, only your will see the red of the suit with poker dots. The poker dots are for decoration only. There is only one warning and that is that you must under any circumstances not consume fizzy drinks.'
With that warning was no mentioned of what would happen if you do drink a fizzy drink. Drink. What was it I just drank? Looking in the bin I find an empty can of cola. Walking back into the lounge, I sit down still with the letter in my hand, when deep down I feel a rumbling in my stomach. The rumbling was causing vibrations to spread through out my body. I thought at first that it was something I eat, but reading the letters warning again, I knew that the cola is reacting to the new me. Again another rumble and again another wave of vibrations were coursing through my body. Once again these vibrations where starting to turn my on, as I sat there I could feel my nipples starting to harden and pussy starting to get wet. Then another rumble and then another. The rumbles started to come faster and faster with more intensity every time. This of course, was sending my body wild with all those vibrations, it was like my body was encased in a large vibrator. In the end I was just lying on the sofa, with one hand rubbing up and down, in and out of my pussy and other massaging and kneading my tits and nipples. As I came and came and in the end I didn't care how many times I came, I must of passed out for when I came to again and I focused on the clock on the wall it showed that it was well after midnight.
I got up off the sofa and headed into the kitchen for something to eat. All that sex had coursed a massive appetite. I near on cleaned out the fridge and tucked into it. Once finished, I went up to the bathroom and decided to freshen up. After I had finished I went up to the mirror to have another look at my new body. As I stood there I noticed that my tits where bigger. Not that they felt any heavier, in fact they sort of felt lighter when I cupped them in my hands. Prior when I cupped them, they where less than a hand full but now they are more than a hand full. Looking further down, I also noticed that my stomach seemed to have put on a few extra inches around the waist. Thinking it must have been that meal I just had, I quickly walked over to the scales and stepped on. Once the wheel stopped spinning and I looked down, I was shocked to see that I was 5kg lighter. I got off the scales and checked them, got on once again with the same result. I couldn't fathom that I was increasing in size yet I seemed to be getting lighter. Feeling parched, I went back into the kitchen to get another drink. Opening the fridge door all I found where a couple of bottles of cola and diet lemonades. Remembering the warning in the letter, I got a glass of water. Sculling it down, I got another and then a third. Not feeling the thirst abating, I thought that one glass of lemonade couldn't hurt. Once I had drunk the glass I immediately felt better. Putting the glass down, I headed back into the lounge, but half way there, the rumbling started again. I grabbed the kitchen table and sat down as the vibration from the rumbling started up once again. Immediately I knew that I was in for another round of orgasmic delights.
As I felt myself loose control again and after the umpteenth orgasm, I lost consciousness. Coming to again, I looked at the clock and found that it was just after 6 in the morning. I also became aware that all I could see in front of me was 2 boobs that must be bigger than bean bags each. Yet they where pointing skyward. There was no sag or weight in them and I felt no discomfort from their size. I got up and just stood there, my boobs just stood out in front of me, letting my hand feel along the profile of these boob, I could only just manage to reach the front of them. Slowly I felt underneath and I could half way along feel my stomach. It was just as rounded. I decided I need to have a look in the mirror, so I slowly headed of. As I was walking along I started to feel lighted headed and had to support myself along the wall. Once I reached the mirror, I was shocked to see myself. I must have gained at least 200kg. Looking at myself side ways, thinking that the only clothes that are going to fit would be a tent. Trying to turn around so that I could face the front, I found that my boobs touched the mirror whilst I was pressed against the back wall. I finally did manage to turn around and decided to weight myself again. Having just managed to fit into the bathroom, I realised that there weren't going to be many more opportunities in doing this. Stepping on the scales, I realised that I couldn't read them any more, so I got a small mirror out and held it in such a way that I could just see the numbers. I couldn't believe what I saw, I had lost another 20kg from what I had lost already. Thinking that this was impossible that I could loose 25kg and end up looking like I had to weight a minimum of 200+kg. Then it dawned on me, (the light bulb did go on), that the fizzy drinks must be filling me with air and that the suit was expanding to accommodate the excess. As I walked back to the lounge, I sat down on the sofa. All of a sudden there was a knock on the front door and again an envelope was slipped under the door. Once again by the time I got to the door, whoever left the envelope was already gone. Opening the envelope, I read the following letter,
'By now you have realised that by not heeding the warning in our first letter, that you are slowly becoming rotund. The trouble is that the suit has now developed a taste for the fizzy drink and will require more of it. To you it will seem like a craving and from now there will be no point in fighting the requirements of the suit, as the suit will win out in the end. As a word of advise, you will grow some more, how much more we don't know and secondly we hope that you like heights.'
Putting the letter down, I could sense that the letter was right, I was developing an urge to have an another drink. I went again into the kitchen but this time got just a glass of water. After the 3rd glass though, I know I had to have a drink of cola or something. Struggling from turning around, I hung onto the kitchen bench to stop myself from heading toward the fridge, but as I slowly inched over to the fridge I knew that I had lost the struggle with the suit. As I opened the fridge door, I could see that my hand was reaching in and taking out the bottle of cola. As it left the fridge I tried to drop the bottle, but the suit must have sensed this and I held the bottle even tighter until I thought that I might even crush the bottle. Taking the bottle I brought it reluctantly to my lips and downed the contents. It almost a full bottle and knowing what a glass had down I know I was in big trouble now. Once the bottle was finished I but it down, reached in and got out another bottle and down that as well and then a third and last bottle.
As soon as I finished the last bottle the rumblings started once again, but this time with such force that the vibrations that followed where like and earthquake. I staggered and numbly walked over to the back door thinking that I had to at least get out of the house. Luckily there was a porch at the back which obscured the view to the rest of the neighbourhood. As I reach the porch I fell tot he floor, I had by that time 9 mega rumbles with the following vibrations and it took my all to just get there. This time I could also feel my body getting bigger and by the time I had reach the back door, it was already a tight squeeze. As I lay there on the floor, the rumblings and vibrations where coming on faster and faster. I somehow noticed that my hand had already started rubbing my sopping wet pussy, whilst the other hand was trying to massage my by now huge tits. In the end I gave that up and with both hands began rubbing and fingering my arse. As I was doing this I was coming and coming, I don't know how many orgasms I was having, it sort of seemed that they where all flowing into one really massive orgasm. Soon it came to a point that my hands and arms could not reach around my ballooning body, I just lay there and continued with the orgasm or orgasms that I was having. My mind being clouded by the continual onslaught, I couldn't tell if it was a multitude or just one really, really big one.
By now I really couldn't tell what was going on any more, until I felt my tits scrape the under side of the porch. Within moments though, my stomach joined my tits along the ceiling. I knew I was in trouble but at this point I really couldn't move anywhere. Some more orgasms later and I started hearing tearing timbers and ceiling materials hitting the ground until the roof of the porch was destroyed. This now left me in the open and as I could see the sky I could feel my body inflate even quicker now that the restriction of the ceiling was no longer there.
As the orgasms continued, I could feel myself start to bounce along the ground. By now my arm and legs felt that they were no longer there, though I could still feel and move my hands and feet. Looking up at my body between orgasms or at least when they subsided slightly, all I could see was two large mountains of tit on top of my bulbous body. As another orgasm wracked my body, I came to rely that I could no longer feel the ground under me. I looked to the side and noticed that I was bobbing around just slightly off the ground. I knew at this point I was in even bigger trouble in that I should have secured myself when I got outside but as another orgasm reached its peak, it didn't really matter any more anyway. All I could think of was to get bigger and bigger and to never let these orgasms cease.
By the time I opened my eyes once again, I could see that I was well above the roof line of the house, as I just floated there, a slight breeze picked me up and started to send me on my way. I didn't know where I was going and by now I didn't care. I just floated along until all of a sudden there was a shimmering ahead of me. As I floated closer, I could feel myself being sucked in. As I passed through the shimmer I found myself in a large hanger type room on the other side. I just floated there not going anywhere, when I notice there where other balloon people like me anchored to the side of the hanger. The way that they where anchored had me worried. There was a thick rubber hose that went into a hole between the feet, suction cups that where attached to the breasts and another hose that seemed to enter what looked like the mouth.
All of a sudden I felt something wrap around my foot and slowly I was being lowered down to the ground. In front of me stood this little man(?). He would not have been more than a metre tall but had a dick on him that would have put a horse to shame. It didn't seem to bother him when he walked as you would have thought he'd be constantly tripping over it. He then came up to me, clipboard in hand writing something down, then said, "you earthlings never listen or follow instructions. How simple would it have been to just put the suit on and enjoy it without blowing up like a balloon." I told him that he should have delivered all the instructions all at once. Then I asked him where I was. He told me that I was now at home on a planet a couple of hundred light years from earth and that because of the cola that I had drunk, that I would need constant deflation cause the cola within the suit was constantly blowing me up. They're no facilities on earth to do this, so it was easier to transport me and the others here and therefore avoid any hassles with the people on earth.
He then floated me into a bay along side a balloon girl in a purple suit and a balloon girl in a green suit. Both seemed to be in ecstasy and you could see that there was a milky fluid coming from their tits. As the little man got two suction cups down and attached them to my own monstrous tits, he said that this was another byproduct of the cola and that it was the inhabitants of this planet's main diet. I would soon start lactating and if he didn't remove the milk, we would all soon flood the hanger. Then he got the rubber tube and with his other hand started to feel my pussy. No sooner was I wet and ready to cum yet again, then he shoved the tube in until it wouldn't go any further. There must have been suction cups on the tube also because when he let go, there it stayed and started to pulsate within and vibrate. It wasn't long before I was in the throes of another orgasm. As soon as I opened my mouth, he shoved the other tube in and shoved it in deep down my throat. Strangely I didn't feel the need to gag and he said that the suit took care of that reflex. As I started sucking on the tube I could feel a sticky creamy substance enter the rest of my throat, he said that this was to feed me. By now I was beginning to lose all sense of reason as I started to cum and cum. In the end that's all I could think of. Connected to these tubes just floating along in the raptures of ecstasy along with my other balloon companions. Every now and then we can see another balloon girl enter the hanger and get attached. We can all feel when another girl joins our ranks and when they cum for the first time on the machine we all cum twice as hard.
The End.