Joel's Balloon Shop

Joel’s Balloon Shop ( Inspired by a Story by BalloonFan called Sandra's Balloon Shop)

Joel basically knew it the moment the guy entered his store. There was nothing out of the ordinary about him, typical guy around college age maybe a bit older. It didn’t matter what they looked like young - old; fat – thin, Joel could pick them out the minute they came through the door.  They all were more or less the same. First, they looked around a bit shyly, looking at all the different balloons with that certain look of excitement in their eyes. They always hung back and avoided eye contact. He knew the fascination so well because he felt the same about balloons and he had realized a life-long dream by opening this balloon-shop. The customer looked to be in his twenties, thin, shaggy blond hair.  He had some whiskers under his thick bottom lip.  He was dressed in a sleeveless shirt and loose wind pants like he might have had just finished a work out.

Joel had used his magical powers to get rich – he simply let the money appear.  After all, the mortal world revolved around money.  Once financially established, Joel had bought the store; then he began designing his own, special balloons. He was creative and made up exciting new shapes and colors for the balloons he sold. All he had to do was picture the balloons in his mind’s eye and they appeared. His powers gave him the ability to find whatever the customer might want in his back room. This quickly made his store successful and popular with both the average customer and the ones such as the man who had just come through the door.  The “specialists” who got turned on by balloons and inflation were delighted to find such a large variety of balloons. With Joel’s powers he was able to supply any product a customer could dream of. Not that any of his customers knew of his powers, he just let them believe his creations were crafted just for them.  

Joel was doing well in his line of work.  Not only because of his unique stock of balloons, Joel was also a reason why many customers stopped by his shop as well.  He was uncommonly handsome and he was especially proud of this.  He didn’t even need his powers to look as he did, for he had been graced at birth in this department. Not only had Joel’s family been blessed with abilities that put them ahead of the general population by several hundred years of evolution, he also came from a line a nearly perfect physical specimens.  Joel’s curly dark brown hair framed a ruggedly handsome face that would have been at home on the cover of any magazine. Not only that the man sported a thickly muscled build of bodybuilder.  Joel was proud of the body his years of working out had yielded him, one of the few human amusements he undertook completely without the use of his powers.  He had built his body with pound after pound of hard earned muscle and was proud of that fact.  He had heard more references to his “blown up” muscles than he could count or stomach but in his line of work Joel reasoned it was to be expected.

The customer suddenly approached the counter, as if he'd had a revelation.  As the man walked toward him, Joel thought for a moment, ‘Perhaps I am wrong about this one.  Maybe he will come up and confess his true interests like a real man.’ The customer wasn’t bad looking, in fact was kind of hot in a grungy sort of way.

“Excuse me, sir.”  He shoved his sunglasses back over his forehead pushing his dirty blond hair out of his face as he checked Joel’s nametag.   The man focused his eyes on Joel’s pecs all the while he spoke. “Joel. I am planning to have a big party on Friday and, well, I definitely want to have some huge balloons you know for decorations, so I wanted to come to your store cause everybody is always talking about how cool it is.”

‘Ahh, no such luck, another spineless human’, the owner thought as the customer launched into an all too familiar spin.  Joel knew that the nervous fellow’s mouth had to be completely dry. Joel smiled at him. He was kind of cute, but he was cautious – Joel knew what was likely to come next and he hated him for it.

“Thank you. How may I help you… Graham?”

“Wow, how’d you know my name?”  The young man glanced up at Joel’s face with a sheepish grin.

“Lucky guess, I have a gift for that sort of thing.”

“Cool… a ….you see, I’d like to be sure that I get exactly the right … colors, so I was hoping I could see what some of the balloons look like when they are inflated. You know, you can never judge the color until it’s inflated.” Graham laughed a nervous, excited little laugh.  Joel knew the man was already turned on, just by talking to him. “Don’t worry, I’ll pay for every balloon inflated and then I’ll be buying quite a few of the colors I like best.”

Joel decided he would give him a little performance even though he was fed up with these stupid games. “That sounds like fun bud – please, let me blow up all the balloons you might be interested in. I’d be happy to.”

The muscled business owner quickly began walking through the narrow isles of the store as he grabbed a few balloons here and there. Joel turned over his broad shoulder showing the balloons he selected with a smile.  Then would dig out a couple more from another shelf assuring the man he would find him his best stock. “Feel free to select any balloons you might want to see if I miss any.  I’ll blow them all up for you.” He noticed how the man blushed when he said the words “balloon” and “blow” and decided he would play with him a little more. Then, while he made sure the man was busy selecting some balloons, Joel gave a wave of his hand and using his powers locked the door to the shop and turned the sign to “Sorry, we’re closed”.  Shades dropped over the windows.  He wanted some privacy for this.

The two of them soon returned to the desk and laid down a whole heap of balloons in all different colors and shapes. “I’ll start with this red one. How’s that?” Joel grinned at the man while he stretched the balloon several times.

Graham just stammered, “Sure …that would be great,” as he stared at Joel’s beautiful mouth closing around the balloon’s mouthpiece. The expansion of the rubber sounded beautiful and the sight of sexy muscle man blowing his air into the swelling balloon was certainly hot.  He was surprised how willing Joel had been to blow up the balloons.  He was even more surprised at how easy going Joel was and had expected that the hot muscle god might have been a little distant or worse yet – might have suspected his little kink when he asked to see some of the stock inflated.  Graham began to relax and enjoy the show.

Joel was done far too soon, tied a knot with ease and quickly said: “I love to blow up balloons.  Does anything smell better than a new balloon?” Joel gave the man a knowing wink.  “Here’s one I’m sure you will like.  I sell a lot of these babies.” The man certainly couldn’t believe his ears and Joel knew he had to be so hard. He was disgusted with the weak willed man, even though Joel understood the man’s arousal.  Why were mortals such cowards?  Still the bodybuilder managed to keep up with his show.

“I’ll blow up this dark green one really big, okay Dude?”  Joel took in an especially deep breath expanding his rib cage to the fullest and forced his wind into the balloon rapidly swelling it to the size of a small beach ball.  He tied the balloon off and handed the balloon to the young man.  Joel didn’t release his hold on the balloon when the man reached up and took it in both hands. He started giving him a sales pitch as they both held the balloon. “Feel that”, Joel rubbed his thumb slowly over the balloon enjoying the sound it gave off, “we only carry the best quality balloons.  These will stand up to anything, I swear.” Joel pinched the balloon and twisted the bit he held between his fingers just to show how tough they were. He grinned at the Graham who nodded as he stared at Joel’s muscled chest speechless finally saying, “Oh, yeah …wow”, as if he was out of breathe.

Joel dug through the pile of balloons until he found the one he wanted.  “Now I’ll blow up the yellow one – this one’s sweet!”  In this manner Joel blew up one balloon after another for what seemed like an hour.  “Maybe you’ll like this color. The balloon is light blue, about the color of your shirt.”  Joel was getting excited himself. He almost forgot about the man watching him. Joel barely heard the man’s awkward comments on every color as he pretended to make a studied selection of the merchandise. The balloons were now the center of Joel’s attention.  He constantly smelled the rubbery scent of his toys and couldn’t help but rub the round, inflated balloons against his muscled chest and arms while tying the knots.

Soon, they were standing in a sea of balloons and he was inflating the last balloon, a large, pink one. Joel was horny as hell, but as he became conscious of that again, he remembered that he was not the only one being turned on by this show. After tying the knot in the last balloon, he placed it down on the counter and rested his large chest on top of it while leaning forward on his elbows. The customer tried to act nonchalant as he held balloons up to the light streaming into the room to admire their colors as he leaned against the desk at Joel’s side but his true attention was on the muscular storeowner.  Joel saw the man was staring at his torso and the balloon, clearly wishing his pecs would blow up just like the balloon. Joel took a smaller balloon resting it in the crock of his arm as they talked about the balloons and began to flex his arm, squeezing the balloon out of shape in the process.  Joel’s fat bicep mounded and swelled as he “absentmindedly” flexed for the man.  All the while the man pretended to study the balloons around them but kept glancing up at Joel, never making eye contact but fixating on his thickly muscled body surrounded by all the balloons.  It was hard to tell if the man was more interested in the balloons or Joel’s ballooning bicep.  There was one thing that was painfully obvious; the man now sported a tent on the front of his baggy pants though he tried to hide it behind the counter.

“So, which ones would you like?” Joel asked.

“Em, I… well, they’re all so great,” the man blushed a deep red” but … oh man, look at the time! … I guess I’ll have ta come ba…” As Graham stammered and stuttered Joel knew the man was getting ready to bail.

Joel didn’t wait for him to finish the sentence. “It really turned you on to see me blow up these balloons, now didn’t it?” Joel quietly asked sitting the trap.

At first, the man was shocked and couldn’t speak.  He blushed so deeply that even his ears turned bright red, but then he mumbled a brief “What… I…”

Joel’s handsome face broke into an off-centered grin as he whispered.  “Oh come on Dude.  You can be honest with me.  I won’t tell anyone.  These balloons make you hot – don’t they? I know that’s how they make me feel. I love the feel of a swollen balloon rubbing against my body.  Unless I’m way off in left field, I bet you do too.”

“Yeah”, the man grinned shyly as he still kept his eyes focused on Joel’s body, not believing what he was hearing from the big man.  Graham stole quick glances up at Joel’s face from time to time as if afraid that if he met Joel’s eyes this all might disappear.

Joel continued in his confidential manner, “Hey bro, you ever blow up a balloon and stick it under your clothes just to see what it would look like if you started to swell up like a balloon?”

Graham chuckled nervously glancing over his shoulder as if to make sure no one else would hear, “Oh yeah, man that it so cool.  You?”

“Oh yeah, all the time”, Joel looked up at the man and grinned.  He took one of the balloons in his big hand and reached out slowly and gave Graham’s shirt a tug, pulling slack out of his pants.  Joel glanced up at the young man with a grin as he stuffed the balloon under Graham’s shirt.  The two men laughed as Joel pulled the stretchy blue shirt over the top of the balloon and pressed his thumbs into melon-sized mound positioned over Graham’s flat belly.  

The young man was surprised at how playful the muscled man was as he looked down at Joel’s muscled arms as they tensed and flexed as he pressed the balloon into his belly.  It was like a dream come true as he stood with his arms back from his sides while he watched the hulk massaging the balloon under his shirt, hardly believing that someone like Joel could be turned on by balloons too.  It was all he could do not to cum in his pants.

“Looks good on you, bud.”  Joel said.  The big man chuckled as he plucked the balloon back from under Graham’s shirt.  Joel stood up to his full height and rolled his meaty shoulders back as he bounced the balloon off his fingers keeping it suspended in the air.  He smiled at Graham knowing the man had probably never confessed his interest to anyone before. Joel was proud at how easy it was to get to the man’s deepest secrets, knowing that his last bit of toying had probably just about shoved the man over the edge.  By the looks of Graham, Joel would not have been surprised if the guy had bolted for the door at his first question.  There’s maybe some hope for this one just yet with a little encouragement.

The man’s blush deepened as he glancing up at Joel’s face periodically; now holding eye contact for longer periods. “I…I…mean.. Joel, you’re huge.  Dude, it’s like your muscles are…so…”

Joel’s mood dropped, ‘Oh no, don’t say it little man.  Don’t spoil it now. Don’t go there", Joel though.   

Graham continued, “…so pumped.  It’s like you’re inflated, Dude!  Like your muscles just swelled up like these balloons.”  He laughed at the idea expecting Joel to join in.

Joel hated him. Any chance that Graham might have surprised him had just gone down in flames. Any regard he had growing for the fellow inflation fan melted. Joel felt like grabbing the man in a headlock and squeezing him, asking if his muscles felt like air filled balloons.  

Joel leaned back down on the counter resting his muscle bound torso on the big pink balloon. He grinned at the nervous man and almost whispered to him.  “You like that do you? Big inflated muscles? I knew when you walked in the door.  I knew you wanted to watch me blow up balloons for you. I could tell. You thought you could get some free jollies, then go home and jack off while thinking of me - didn’t you, buddy? Hell, I wouldn’t have been surprised if you had wanted to take pictures of me. You look like the type who’d have a hidden camera somewhere. You got a camera in that backpack?” He paused, hoping the man would offer something mildly resembling an apology but mostly was just enjoying watching him squirm.

The man was clearly still too caught up in what had happened and what he longed to do with Joel among all the balloons. Joel’s words weren’t really registering at first. Slowly, he did pick up a new slight edge in Joel’s tone.  “What’s that?   No sir, I… don’t …pictures, no … just…thought … I mean …”

Joel was disgusted and he had had enough.  “Well, I’m glad you like balloons. You had troubles deciding which ones you should take… well, you’re going to take them all!”

Joel suddenly grabbed the pink balloon from underneath his pecs and rammed it into the startled man’s chest. The balloon didn’t pop.  It was pressed out of shape against the man, flattened under Joel’s large palms and then … it just slid underneath his skin doubling the size of his pecs.

Graham looked down horrified. He tried to make sense of what he saw… that the man must have somehow shoved the balloon under his shirt again, a slight of hand trick.  Yet he knew that wasn’t what happened he could feel his skin stretching over the balloon. He tried to step away but felt locked in place as if his legs were made of iron.  Graham reached up and placed his hands over the swollen muscles and squeezed. His fingers sank into his chest and he heard a rubbery stretching sound.   

The storeowner grinned at him and Graham felt his arms become stiff as his hands dropped away from his chest until his arms hung at his sides as useless as his legs.  Joel quickly took the balloon he had been squeezing with his arm and shoved it into the left side of the man’s chest.  Joel used his power on the man magically stuffing his body with balloon muscles. In rapid order pushing several more into him, blowing his chest up and up until it rivaled his own in size and definition. Joel chuckled as he watched the effect the balloons had on the helpless man’s chest.

The man stared at him with a dazed expression on his face and his mouth open, not believing what just had happened.  All he managed to say was a stuttering, “l…I…I…”  Graham glanced down at his own chest now outrageously out of proportion to his thin frame and then back at Joel. The man couldn’t move except his head, Joel had made sure of that.  He still was capable of speaking and so he began to plead with him in panic. “What are you doing to me? I’m sorry man, I just thought you were so hot and I just wanted to… I mean you seemed…” He couldn’t think of a way to make it sound nice, besides, he was too shocked at watching his body slowly beginning to inflate because of the balloons inside of him. “Stop stuffing me like that! What’s going on?”

Joel loved watching him get bigger and bigger as he shoved more balloons he had blown up into him.  Joel flexed his arm in front of the man’s face.  “You like these big muscles don’t ya? Big pumped up inflated muscles.  I’m just helping you out little man.” Joel circled the trapped man sizing up his handiwork, deciding where to place the next balloon, perhaps shoving a round balloon into his arm or a long thin balloon where an ab muscle might be. Joel was enjoying his transformation.  His human blow-up doll was swelling up and taking on a muscular shape. The more balloons he stuck into him, the bigger his muscles looked, the front side of his torso that is.  The man’s shirt was now stretched over his beefed up chest and abs but still hung loose on his backside.  The contrast between his air filled bulk and his natural build was dramatic, making anything not swollen with balloons look skeletal and malnourished. The storeowner took two round balloons he judged to be the same size and slammed them into his shoulders simultaneously blowing the man’s delts up massively.  The man looked especially freaky with rounded basketball sized delts sprouting 14” arms.

Joel circled him shoving balloon after balloon into his back as he gradually built the man up wider and thicker while he studied the effect of his new muscles.  He stuffed in balloons until Graham’s back was so full that he was taking on the look of a human gorilla.  The inflation was bending him over slightly as his wildly inflated back overpowered his posture. “You’ll be a huge muscle blimp by the time I’m done with you, my friend” he announced, “and then you might think twice before you go around harassing people!  I bet you will be the target of harassment once I’m done with you.” He raised the man’s arm shoving in a wedge shaped balloon building up his lats.  "I can see you know waddling through your life.  Squeezing through tight doors, afraid of  sharp objects. A  real freak... trying to ignore the stares of others around you."  Joel chuckled as he worked.  "Shopping for clothes at big and tall stores and never finding things that fit well.  Worst of all the comments and the questions.  People asking you how your muscles got...so...inflated."

“Please, Joel, don’t do this to me. I’m so sorry. I’ll do anything you want, really. I’ll never do this again! Just stop and let me go!  I promise you’ll never see my face again.”

“You want me to stop now?”  Joel laughed as he walked to the man’s front side. Joel shoved a couple more balloons into his upper chest to counter balance the ape effect of his enormous back.  Joel had nearly finished stuffing the balloons into his upper body forcing his muscles to swell beyond that of the biggest of bodybuilders.  His shirt clung to his muscle bound torso like skin barely able to cover his massive muscles. Then working on one arm at a time Joel began to stuff balloons through Graham’s skin.  In no time at all the man gained ten inches on his arms as the bodybuilder expertly used balloons to realistically mimic how the muscles should look; even down to using two balloons for each bicep so that each head stood out distinctly and thin balloons that are used to make balloon animals to create the horse shoe effect of a ripped tails of the triceps.  His over blown muscle bound arms seemed to erupt from the much too small holes of his sleeveless shirt. Joel bent Graham’s arms up and out where they stayed as if he was doing a double bi.  The customer’s upper arms now looked bigger than his head.  The effect was impressive but Joel wasn’t satisfied.  “Hold on”, he said as he grabbed two small balloons and inflated them as he compared them and then blew some more of his air in until he was sure they were the same size.  Once happy with the result, Joel slapped first one of the hard ball sized balloons on top of the man’s right bicep and then the other into his left, giving the effect of a smaller muscle rising out of the top of Graham’s biceps. Joel laughed, “You got to love that – it’s the rare bodybuilder who has a peak like that!” The bodybuilder reached up and pulled down the young man wrist until his arm stuck straight out at his side – the ball like peak seemed to melt into the over all mass of his arm pumping it up that much bigger but when Joel bent his arm again the knot rose to the surface once more. Then as if to finish  off his arms just so, Joel grinned before he lifted Grahman's hand to his mouth.  He sucked the man's thumb into his mouth and blew.  Slowly all the new balloon muscles began to grow in unison. It took some effort on the bodybuilding shop owner's part but he blew hard. Joel took a couple deep breaths to get the size just right.  He then stepped to the other side and repeated the move blowing  up Grahams muscle bound arms just as he had the balloons moments before. When he was satisfied that the effect was just what he wanted Joel stepped back with a grin and gave his record breaking upper arms a slap proudly as they hung uselessly at Grahman's sides like dead weight.  All the while the man’s legs remained the same size as when he walked in the door giving him a comically top heavy appearance. Joel turned his attention back to Graham’s pleas to stop.“You want me to stop half done? Look at yourself.”

The walls were covered with mirrored tiles.  Joel threw his meaty arm over Graham’s broad shoulders, standing beside him as they studied his refection in the mirror.  Joel cupped a callused hand over the man’s right pec, squeezing it and watching the air shift under his touch.  He then played with his left nipple through his shirt.  “You can’t even bring yourself to talk about your balloon interests, how you going to explain this to your friends?  How about you woke up this morning and decided to get into bodybuilding and just got a killer pump at the gym?  I guess today must be your upper body day?”  Joel laughed heartily. “Or maybe you could tell them you got bad case of gas.” He glanced down at the impression the man’s raging hard on was making in his wind pants.  “Come on, you can’t tell me you don’t enjoy this buddy. Don’t sweat it, you like these inflated muscles!”  Joel took two balloons and reached round under Graham's wide lats and slammed them into his ass giving him a nice sized bubble butt filling the seat of his loose pants. Joel then turned his attentions to stuffing his legs with the inflated balloons, first one leg and then the other until they grew to match the proportions of his upper body with each swollen muscle standing out at attention under his tight clothes.

The store owner circled the man, studying his work as if he were a sculptor. Satisfied with the effect, Joel stuck the last inflated balloon into him. It was the biggest one he had blown up.  The bodybuilder stood squarely in front of the man and shoved the balloon into his ripped abs giving him the look of a massive “roid” gut.  His belly swelled up so big his shirt rolled up under the pressure until it rested on top of the big mound as though he wore a mid-drift.  The man’s air quilted abs arched across the surface of the mound.

"Perfect". Joel admired his work, touching and squeezing the helpless man’s balloon muscles. He had gotten very turned on by his new toy and wanted to play just a bit more. He quickly blew up a long thin balloon.  Joel took it from his mouth and held it up to check its size and then blew into it again.  He quickly tied off the end and then began to twist and stretch the balloon as though he were making a balloon animal.  When he was done he held it up for the man to see.  The balloon had a thick up turned shaft easily seven inches around and a foot long; beneath the shaft were two balls the size of oranges.

The man’s eyes grew wide.  “Wh … what are you going to do with that?”  

Joel grinned and said, “Just trying to keep everything in proportion. You know what they say about big muscles making your dick look small”, Joel smiled as he held the balloon up to swollen man’s hard-on, pushing it gently until his body had absorbed the balloon just like all the others. Then he selected his favorite balloon-type: a dark blue tone, nice and round that always had a nice long neck when you blew it up. He inflated it quickly.

“No not another one?” Came the hopeless question from the balloon man.

“Just giving you a balloon mouth is all.  You need a nice little balloon mouth to go with all those big balloon muscles.”  The handsome man smiled.

Joel shoved the huge balloon right into his face.  The balloon disappeared into his head, but this time it didn’t inflate him.  His features remained the same as before.  Joel kept a hold of the long mouthpiece of the balloon lining it up with the man’s real mouth before letting go.  Graham’s thick lips took the form of the small opening of the balloon as they instantly puckered into a knot that stood out on his face by several inches.

“You see that’s not so bad.  You got your thrill… now I’ll get mine.  Always wonder what it be like to have a real live muscle bound blow up doll to play with.  I imagine we have that in common ...you & me.”  Joel glanced up at the man as he squeezed and inspected Graham's swollen muscles.

The man’s eyes were huge as he stared at his reflection in the mirrored walls.  He was covered with enormously swollen muscles, so bloated his clothes barely covered him.  Even his wind pants were stretched skintight over his massive legs. His new cock could easily be seen under the shrink-wrapped material snaking its way over his hip while his balls were the size of his fist plastered against his leg. The obscene size of it embarrassed Graham.  He looked as though he might weigh as much as 500 pounds but felt as light as air.  As freaky as his balloon muscled body was it was his tiny shaped balloon mouth that really startled him.  “Dude, my mouth I can hardly open it.  You can’t leave me like this.”  He mumbled through pursed lips that seemed to kick off to one side in an odd smirk as he forced them to move. "I...I can't eat with my mouth shrunk up like that!"

“Oh that, don't worry about it.  Now you don't have to eat anymore."  Joel smiled for effect. "You have to have a way to blow up some more if you ever get hungry or looking a little...deflated.  Let me show you.  I love blowing up balloons for people."  Joel smiled.   

“Blow me up more!  I’m bigger than you are.  I’m a freak.  Don’t man, no more… don’t blow me up anymore.  I’m begging you!  I’ll do anything.  I’m sorry  - you were right I was just making up the story about the party to get you to blow up those stupid balloons.  I’ll do anything.  I’ll pay for all of them!  I’ll pay double, just let me go….”

Joel reached for his balloon lips and pinched them shut cutting him off in mid sentence. “My, what funny lips you have.” Joel knew the man was his helpless balloon-toy now. He gave him back his ability to move knowing full well his over blown muscles made it nearly impossible now.  The man’s arms lowered a few inches till he was able to grab hold of his hugely inflated muscle gut.  He moaned as his feelings came back along with his mobility.  He ran stiff fingers over his inflated torso trying to look down at his body. His skin felt stretched so tight and everything was so bloated.  Nothing felt normal now.  Graham shuffled on his feet waddling in place slightly.  Every movement was met with rubbery stretching sounds of the inflated man’s muscles rubbing together.  The man’s panting breath even smelled of balloons.  Graham began to waddle away from Joel with tiny restricted steps.

Not letting go of his lips, Joel pulled him closer.  He stretched the man’s lips and they responded just as a balloon would. Graham looked dazed as his eyes crossed in his effort to watch as the Joel stretched his mouth out several inches away from his face. Slowly Joel leaned into the man’s face smiling.  The shop owner paused as his face got close to his hot looking blow up toy.  Joel could smell his rubbery breath as the nervous man panted.  Their noses bumped. Joel then took his thick lips into his mouth and blew into the man. The man’s cheeks puffed out just before the man’s muscles all began to swell in unison.  Joel could feel Graham’s hands pressing into his muscled chest and shoulders as he struggled to get away but the inflating man’s air filled muscles had no strength to them despite their elephantine-size. For all his dispirited efforts the inflated man might just as well been copping a feel of the bodybuilder’s hard muscles as he made out with him.  Joel pinched the man’s mouth closed as he leaned back and took another deep breath and then blew forcefully into the man’s mouth.  The man’s clothes began to pop open seams as his muscles blew up even more.

The man’s upper body was at least six feet wide at the shoulders and nearly four feet thick but tapered into a waist that appeared wasp-like by comparison except for his ball gut.  His bulging arms were bigger than average man’s chest and stuffed with such overblown muscles that bending them were all but impossible.  They hung uselessly at his sides as he clutched his muscled belly.   His legs were spread wide – to make room for his bloated thigh muscles and still they touched in most places.  

“Now that’s what gets me going – a nice big muscle blimp.”  Joel said as he circled the swollen man.  He leaned up and whispered in his ear, “I hope you don’t mind me getting friendly with ya.”

Graham looked at Joel with fear in his eyes. “You’ve got to stop and let me go. Please man.”  He was breathing hard and trying to expel air from his tiny mouth, hoping he would some how deflate but once Joel forced air into him, it stayed.

“But Dude, it’s like your muscles are…so …so pumped.  It’s like you’re inflated, Dude!  Like your muscles just swelled up like balloons.”  It was Joel’s turn to laugh while the nervous man stared at him.

Joel looked at the man, “Fine, you want to go.  GO.”

The swollen man looked at his reflection.  “But… like this?  I’m too big I can hardly move.  You got to let the air out.  I don’t want people to see me like this.”

“Damn, you sure are demanding.  ‘Inflate these balloons for me; stop, what are you doing to me; let me go; let the air out.’   Now you’re too big!  You know one of my favorite things about balloons is that when they get too big they pop!”  Joel grinned at the man.

“Ok… ok I’m going.  Just stay away from me.”  Graham slowly started to turn away from him in a swaying waddling motion.  The inflated man began to make his way toward the door making slow progress.  He stumbled into shelves and displays as he went.  Graham was so unaccustomed to his swollen size he bounced off of everything he came near. All with the fear that he might explode like an over filled balloon on some sharp corner of a shelf or piece of furniture. The man waddled with each step swaying wildly from side to side as he walked like a muscle man parade balloon come to life.   Ever step opened up another stitch on Graham’s clothes letting more bloated muscle to poke through.  

Joel walked behind the man chuckling as he went.  The bodybuilder marveled at the man’s nylon coated muscled ass supported by swollen hams far bigger than Joel’s entire leg.  As the man made his slow but steady progress, he left the floor cover with balloons and items toppled from the shelves in his wake.

All the while Graham headed for the door; he kept glancing at his reflection in the mirrored walls.  How was he going to get home as blown up as he was?  It would take days just to walk there as there was no way he could force his inflated body into his car. The way the seams of his clothes were popping he would be naked before he made it a block.  Graham pictured the stares his pneumatically muscled body would draw.  The shop was so close to campus everybody he knew was bound to drive by before he got home.  How was he going to explain his condition to people, his friends… his family?  

Graham finally made it to the front door of the shop.  He hesitated and glanced over his shoulder at Joel wanting to plead for a way out of this once more and yet he didn’t want to waste his breath.  Graham reached for the door with his bloated arm when he realized there was no way he could fit through the one door.  He paused and glanced over at Joel who it was apparently enjoying every moment of this.  “I… won’t fit through the door.”

“By all means let me help.”  Joel waved his arm and locks began to click and turn on the double doors on their own.  Then both doors swung open as a great gust of air entered the shop.  Graham stumbled back a step or two as the wind slammed into his broad bloated body as if he was a sail.  The man stood leaning into the wind for a moment as he struggled to leave the building.  He heard the gasps of female voices and looked up to see two women pausing in front of the doors as they passed with hair and clothes swirling in the breeze. Graham recognized them.  They were in his biology lab at college.

“What is that?  A Man?”
“Oh my god, look at the size of that freak.  He’s huge!”
“That’s Graham Bingham!”  The girls began to laugh.  “What happened to him?”
“Look’s like he blew up.  I guess he’s put on some weight.”  

Graham was startled and jumped.  When he did the wind took him over backward and the blimped up man slid back into the shop on his bloated backside.  In a flash the doors slammed shut and the locks twisted shut.  He could hear the girl laughing loudly as they moved on down the street.

“How you doing there big guy?”  Joel leaned over and looked down into Graham’s face, as he lay sprawled out on the floor, his body erupting from his tattered clothes.  His face was red and he was breathing hard.

“Fine”, he gasped, “you’ve had your fun.  I suppose on some level you could say I deserved that but we’re even now.  How about turning me back to normal so I can get out of this place?”  

“Dude, the fun’s just begun for you.  I like your big inflated muscles.”  Joel grinned.

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

Joel waved his hand over Graham and the muscle blimp rose off the floor until he rested on his feet again in front of the store owner.  His clothes had started to drop away from his blown up body after the trip across the floor.

“No sir, I’m proud of my work and think I might just keep you around for awhile. What would you say about going on display in the store?  Kind of give all those other muscle inflation fans something to dream about? Maybe set you up in the front window?”

“Like this?  You can’t be serious.”

Joel smiled at the nearly naked man, “Well sure I can see your point – a naked muscle balloon might be a bit much for the family crowd.”  Joel went to a drawer and came back with a pair of red poising trunks.  The bodybuilder pulled away the tattered remains of the man’s clothes then waved his hand over the man’s waist and the trunks magically appeared on the balloon man, his penis now returned to more normal proportions.

The man watched the change in the mirror.  “That’s not what I meant: my mouth ... my body… you can’t leave me this way.”

“I have no intention of leaving you this way, my friend.  No for a balloon shop, I’m thinking you might be more balloonish if all that air I put into you would turn into helium. After all we can’t have anyone walking up and giving you a squeeze and getting you all excited.  No, no, might bring up too many questions.”  Joe snapped his fingers.

“You’re insane. You won’t get away with this.”  Even as he spoke the words the man felt his body growing lighter. Graham’s head seemed to spin and he felt kind of dizzy. “You think I’ll be quiet?  I’ll tell everyone I see what you’ve done to me.”  The man’s balance grew off kilter as he continued to lighten up.  He was still so massively muscled that moving of his own free will was out of the question.  He started to lean forward as he grew lighter.  Then his feet rose into the air just a foot or so.  The man hovered there for a moment.  He grabbed a hold of a shelf, knocking it contents aside.  Graham tried to force his feet back down to the floor but it was hopeless.  He could feel his huge body growing lighter by the second.

“Yes, I can see that being a problem.  Guess I better plug up that mouth of yours.”  Joel laughed as he pulled up a helium tank attaching a long air hose to it.  

Graham knew he was at the man’s mercy and began to panic again.  “No…no not that!  I won’t say anything, I swear.”

Joel smiled at his toy and then quickly grabbed the floating man’s lips and stuck the hose deeply into his tiny mouth. “That aught to do it.”

The man rose higher into the air with each moment as the transformation of his air fill muscles to helium became complete.  His stiff fingers lost their grip on the display shelf.  Joel laughed as the helpless man floated higher into the cathedral ceiling of the shop.  “Yes, that is the perfect effect for my sculpture, a muscle blimp tethered to his air tank.  Genius.”

The man was helpless to resist Joel as he floated into the air stopping only when his backside bounced softly against the ceiling.  There he floated against the ceiling like a giant bodybuilder balloon unable to move or make a sound; trapped at the mercy of this balloon-loving warlock.  A sense of dread crept over him as he hovered above. It looked as if he was flexing every muscle on his body with his arms held wide almost like he was about to bear hug something.  Only movement he had left was his hands; sometimes they were balled up in a fist and at others they were open like broad fat fingered blown up gloves.  He looked like some sort of helium filled over muscled wrestler so the hands fit in with the image as if he was some mechanical display.

“Gees Graham, you really trashed my place.” The bodybuilder glanced up at his blimp with a grin and waved his arms.  Instantly all the scattered balloons across the floor disappeared and boxes on the shelves straightened themselves.  Order to the shop was instantly returned. Joel now was busy going about opening the store as if nothing had happened.  He would occasionally glance up at the man and grin but not often.  He whistled as he went about his work as though he hadn't a care in the world.

Not much time passed before Graham thought he could hear a faint hiss and wondered if he had sprung a leak.  He glanced about trying to find its source.  He quickly became aware of a growing sense of pressure and had little doubt that the helium tank he had been attached to was letting a bit of gas leak into him. The man could tell that his body was again slowly growing bigger and for the first time he had a feeling of pressure as though he wasn’t sure how much more inflation he could take.

Fear began to gnaw at the man, as he had no way to tell his captor.  Joel would glance at him from time to time but with no real thought.  He was oblivious to any change in his toy man.  Joel unlocked the door and soon customers began to flow in and out.  All glanced up at the man and made comments about the overblown muscle man balloon.  Joel laughed and explained that it had just arrived for display and made small talk as they looked up at him from below.  “It looks so real”, they all said, ‘like a real man.”  

“It should for what it cost me”, Joel would say with a laugh.  

Children were fascinated and would gather around the hose that trailed from his mouth and coiled beside the helium tank on the floor.  Timidly they would reach up and give the hose a tug and watch, as the inflated muscle man balloon would rock against the ceiling in response before their Mothers would take them by the hand as they left the store.  One brother and sister stood whispering as they eyed Graham and the helium tank.  They would pat the tank and reach out for the knob at the top as they dared one another to turn the knob and see if it would blow the muscle  balloon up more.  Graham watched this in horror.  He didn't know how much more he could take.  Joel's words about popping like a balloon played with his mind.  Or what if they increased the flow that he was sure was leaking into him?  Would Joel even notice before he exploded?  The man practically cried when the kids mother finally took the pair out of the store.

All the while the muscle blimp could feel his body growing tighter and tighter as the gas leaked into him.  With the passing time he had real fears that he would soon pop like an overfilled balloon.  His only hope was for the tank to run dry before then.  He could hear his balloon muscles squeak as they grew and to him the sound was as loud as a cannon firing.  He couldn’t take much more.  His fear morphed into full-grown panic as he ever so slowly continued to swell.  The tank showed no sign of giving out and Joel seemed to have all but forgotten him.  He wanted to spit out the hose but he could feel it snake down his throat.  There was no way he could open his tiny mouth enough to relax its grip on the hose.  Graham chewed on the hard rubber with tiny ineffective bites that did no damage to the hose. he couldn't move his hands now.  They were fanned out and locked in place as if he was palming invisible basketballs.  The pressure was growing in his face as his chipmunk like cheeks and fat lips seemed to grow around the hose.  He was looking down on Joel's crazy world through squinting eyes as the pressure grew.  Graham tried yelling to get Joel's attention a time or two when the shop was empty.  His muffled sounds were shrill and faint due to the pressure and hose down his throat.  Joel hadn't looked up from his books but had said, "Yes...yes, I know little Grahammy wants to go home now.  He is tired of play time.  Relax and take a nap then.  You will feel better about things after a little nap."  He waved a hand and the sounds stopped.  No matter how hard he tried or yelled,not a sound came from Graham beyond straining balloon muscles rubbing together and stretching.

There was no doubt he was going to explode.  The palms of his hands were becoming ball shaped as the pressure grew.  His head seemed to be sinking into his torso as his neck was all but swallowed now by his traps and shoulders.  His whiskered chin was being shoved back by his beach ball like pecs.  His whiskers had rubbed sore spots on his chest and felt like steel wool against his tender flesh. He felt as blown up as a football. His breaths were shallow now and seemed to echo through his blown up body. Graham knew he was going to pop. There would be no stopping it from happening… it was coming soon as he was inflated way beyond his limits…the pressure grew and grew as he waited and waited… “Can’t take much more”, he thought as he felt the pressure mount … just as he thought, “this is it I’m going to POP!” he heard an alarm go off, BUZZZ and grow louder.  “What is that buzzing?  Here it comes … it’s too…much…pressure”…then…BANG!!

The man sat straight up in bed practically throwing him over the foot of the bed.  “What!” he yelled looking around shocked to find he was in his bedroom?  He panted for breath and was covered in sweat.  He had dried cum on his sheets and belly as he looked around still not sure where he was for a moment.   BUZZZ, the alarm rang. He jumped away from the bed backing away from it as if sprung from a trap. He reached over and slapped the clock, shutting off the alarm.

He stood leaning his arms on his thighs with his eyes closed against the light; catching his breath as if he had just ran a marathon.  His muscles ached.  It felt as if he had been stretched on a rack.  He was exhausted. “It was a dream”, he thought, “Just a whacked out dream, for Pete’s sake.”  He was disoriented but was coming around.  “Just a dream”, he repeatedly thought.  “The most realistic dream I’ve ever had”.   Graham could smell the balloon filled shop even now.  There was a sweet taste in his mouth and this throat was sore.

He saw a “to do” list on the table beside the bed.  He remembered the list. On top of the list he had written when he got off the Internet the night before: “Check out balloon shop near college” there was a dash and then he wrote “muscle freak works there”.  

“Just a frigging dream” he thought again.  

His feet got caught up in some clothes on the floor.  The dazed man bent over and picked them up, intending to toss them into the dirty clothes bin near by.  As he wadded the clothes up in a ball he noticed something and paused.  Graham stuffed the pants under his arm and shook out the pale blue shirt, holding it out in front of him at arms length.  The sleeveless shirt was in tatters.  The seams had all given out through the shoulders and under the arms.  The man dropped it on the bed and examined the nylon track pants only to find them to be torn apart just as the shirt was.   He tossed the ragged remains out flat in front of him, trying to make sense of it all.  Graham felt a swirl in the pit of his stomach, as he knew that he had worn these clothes in his dream.  “How could a dream have destroyed his clothes?”  The thin young man felt his shorts drooping around his hips and reached back with one hand to pull them up.  He felt soft nylon rather than his typical boxers; he glanced at the mirror to see that he wore a pair of over sized red nylon poising trunks that bagged around his hips.  The trunks were so big if he had given his hips a shake they would have been around his ankles.  The trunks were just like the ones Joel had magically put on him in the dream.

Graham noticed a business card flutter through the air then and come to rest on top of the clothes before him.  He picked the card up and read it:  Joel’s Balloon Specialty Shop, Two Blocks from Smith College on East Main, “If we don’t have it, you don’t want it!”  The man had never seen the card before and didn’t know how it got there.  He picked it up and turned it over and in a fine hand someone had written:

To a fellow
Muscle inflation fan,
Regards Joel
   
The End