Viewer Video: Helium Brat-Fully Inflated (Patreon)

The party store was slammed, last-minute shoppers everywhere, but Chloe didn’t care. She marched straight to the helium balloon counter, slammed her foot on the ground, and barked at the lone employee behind it.

“Giant balloon. Heart-shaped. Biggest you’ve got. I needed it ten minutes ago.”

The guy (name tag: JAY) didn’t even look up from tying off a customer’s dozen latexes. “Line’s over there, ma’am.”

“I’m not waiting in your peasant line,” she sneered, leaning forward so her half-unbuttoned red blouse gaped just enough to make half the store glance over. “Do it now.”

Jay sighed, finished the customer, and turned to her with the dead-eyed smile of someone who’d dealt with a thousand Chloes. A fat helium hose lay coiled on the counter like a sleeping cobra.

“Fine. One giant balloon, coming up.”

He grabbed the hose, stretched the rubber neck of what looked like a perfectly normal balloon… and then, in one smooth motion, whipped the metal nozzle straight past her glossy lips and between her teeth.

Chloe’s eyes bulged. “MM—?!”

Hissssssssssssssssss.

The valve was already wide open.

Right there at the front counter, Chloe’s body betrayed her instantly.

Hissssssssssssssssss.

Buttons ricocheted off the counter like hail. Her tits exploded outward, red fabric shredding down the middle as two massive, shiny spheres surged free, bouncing heavily with each helpless breath around the hose.

The family next to her gasped.

Chloe could do nothing, the pressure pinned her lips in a perfect O. Her cheeks puffed out first, then her whole face. Helium flooded lower. Her breasts domed, then ballooned, pushing hard against the buttons of her shirt until one of the buttons fires across the store like a bullet.

Rrrrrrip. Her breasts kept going, rounder, tighter, until she looked like a parade float.

Customers froze, phones out. Someone whispered, “Holy shit, is this allowed?”

Jay just leaned on the counter, casually holding the hose in place while Chloe’s breasts thickened, her breasts swelled into two taut hemispheres, and her arms puffed until they stuck out like inflated pool noodles.

Ten seconds in, her sneakers squeaked off the floor.

Twenty seconds and she was eye-level with the balloon display, bobbing gently, perfectly spherical, blouse in tatters, shorts now nothing more than a pathetic denim ribbon around the equator of her swollen body.

Jay gave the hose one last twist to make sure it wouldn’t slip, then tied a bright pink ribbon around her ankle with a flourish.

“There you go,” he said loudly, for the entire store to hear. “One giant balloon, just like you asked.”

Chloe floated upward, creaking softly, her muffled squeaks high and cartoonish. Her face was cherry-red, cheeks so full she couldn’t even glare properly. She looked exactly like the clear balloons behind her (except pink, shiny, and embarrassingly, undeniably wet between those overinflated thighs).

Jay stepped back, hands on his hips, admiring the gentle spin of his handiwork.

“Careful, everyone,” he called out, grinning. “Don’t pop the merchandise.”

And up she went, drifting toward the ceiling among the hundreds of normal balloons, a living, blushing, wobbling centerpiece that bobbed every time she tried to squirm.

The last thing the store heard was her faint, helium-warped squeal as the ribbon tugged her higher:

“Mmmph… hlllp…”

But no one was in a hurry to let her down.

After all, the customer is always right; she wanted the biggest balloon in the store.

She got it.