Yoga Balloons (Inflation)

Strains and grunts sounded from the room ahead. “Okay, everyone, it’s time to try the upward facing dog again. On the count of three! One… two… Aaaaad–!” Gasps of exertion. The twang of a pair of tight lycra pants splitting. “Oh dear, not again…!” 

On the other side of the door, Ichi and Ni looked on and suppressed a giggle of amusement. Hidden beneath their ninja-fields, their laughter went unheard by the yoga-goers nearby, who were currently focused on something of a wardrobe malfunction anyway. 

“Ready, Ichi?” said Ni, looking at her not-quite-identical twin. 

“Ready, Ni!” said Ichi, licking her lips in anticipation. Reaching into her cleavage, she pulled out a small box, barely larger than a sugar cube, and tossed it into the room with one last little laugh. Landing unnoticed at the rear of the yoga group, it opened with a hiss, and a plume of thin pink gas rose from inside. Soon the stuff fogged the floor of the chamber. 

The students and their instructor took no notice whatsoever, of course–the cube and the gas were as hidden as their observers. 

“Okay, everyone! Now that we’ve all back in our clothes again, why don’t we try a nice, simple plank. Okay?” Beaming, the instructor lowered herself to the mat, her impressive thighs straining to escape her shorts in the process. “On the count of three, everyone…! One… two… aaaand hold!” Grunts and groans filled the air as twenty or more sweaty bodies struggled to sustain the incredibly awkward pose selected for them. 

Ichi and Ni shared another silent giggle. Any second now…

One of the women released a grunt that was slightly unlike all of the grunts that had come before it. They had been grunts of exertion, of mild pain, but this was something else entirely. “Nnn~! Ah! Ah! Oh my God, I feel so full!” With a wild squeal, the brunette in question grabbed her belly, struggling to press it down as it rose, fat and full and refusing to stay flat. In seconds, it was a taut sack of flesh attached to her body. 

And she wasn’t the only one. Nearby, a second woman screamed as the one part of her she wanted to be smaller blew up like a bomb, growing faster with the second. Soon, cries of panic filled the air as woman after tightly-clad woman exploded in size, bellies blown into fat, taut orbs that stretched the rest of their bodies around them. Steadily, they rose into the air, squeaking and straining and still growing, growing, growing…

The last to rise was the yoga instructor, her already fat thighs, popping into fullness and vanishing into the swollen sphere of her body with one last pair of resounding pops. Moaning and flapping her stubby fingers feebly, she rose into the air with a groan of delight.

Giggling, Ichi and Ni dropped their ninja-fields and marched into the room, licking their lips, tails swishing playfully. “Wow, Ni, look at what we’ve found, nya!” 

“I know, Ichi! It’s like a big party in here! Just look at all these balloons!” Smirking, Ni approached one of the nearest women, a redhead in a bright blue lycra, grabbed her by the butt, and dragged her back down to the ground again. “Wow, just look at how fat her ass is, Ichi! It’s a wonder her shorts haven’t torn!” 

As the woman she’d grabbed moaned in horror, Ni planted a hand on a fattened, squeaky cheek, and pressed hard, making the poor woman moan even louder as the gas inside was forced elsewhere (in this case, it went to her breasts, making them pop into fullness instead). Drawing back, Ni smirked in delight, planting her other hand on the redhead’s left cheek and pressed it in deep as well, earning a rising scream of ecstasy from her unfortunate victim. Finally, Ni drew back her head, took a deep breath, and slammed it straight into the woman’s fat, inflated pussy, forcing herself through the lycra. A scream of pleasure cut through the air. 

Nearby, Ichi had found a balloon of her own: a blonde in bright pink, boobs enormous. Pulling it down by the thigh (not that it was easy to tell the difference between the woman’s thigh and her stomach at this point), Ichi turned her around so she could get a better look at her feet. Licking her lips, she raised a hand and dressed it down on a slender sole, making her poor victim squeal and shiver, her entire body wracked with an impossible delight. 

The more the poor woman shook, the harder Ichi teased her, tickling and poking until finally she grew bored with using such simple methods. Leaning in close, she stuck out her tongue and carefully lapped at the woman’s sole, delighting in the salty taste of the sweat that coated it. The unfortunate blonde writhed even harder. 

Finally, Ichi opened wide, slipped the woman’s big toe inside her mouth, and started to suckle on it, hard. Screams of utter ecstasy filled the air, and Ni couldn’t keep herself from chuckling at the sound of it. 

Elsewhere, Ni had grown bored with her chosen prey’s ass and decided to flip the woman onto her stomach instead, where she proceeded to climb straight up to her swollen, peaking breasts and grab a nice, thick handful of titfat. Digging her hands deep into the unfortunate woman’s boobs, she squeezed hard, earning a cry of pleasure from her victim, and rubbed them together, shivering in the delight of them squishing and squeezing against one another. They squeaked loudly, like a pair of giant balloons. Ni wondered if doing it for long enough would cause her hair to start to rise.

For almost another ten minutes, the two continued to bounce and lick and tickle, enjoying the quiet squeals and whimpers of the bloated woman beneath them. 

But soon enough, as ever Bakeneko eventually did, they grew bored. “So, what do nyou think, Ni?” said Ichi, dragging one of the unfortunate women behind her by the lips of her blown-up pussy. “Got one nyou really like?” 

“Hmm, I’m a big fan of this one, nya,” said Ni, bouncing on the belly of a fat, moaning brunette. “I think I’m gonna take her with me.” 

And with that, the pair turned to go, leaving a roomful of squirming, moaning balloons behind them for the next class of the day to enjoy.