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Blow Away
🕑 Added 2025-06-14 17:57:05 +0000 UTCIt was a warm spring day—the kind where the trees rustle lazily and the air carries the sweet scent of blooming flowers mingled with sunshine. Marco was walking home from college, his backpack bouncing lightly against his shoulders as he scrolled through his phone, oblivious to the world around him—until a strange sound snapped him to attention. A short, high-pitched scream. Then a noise like a balloon violently deflating. And it was coming from his backyard.
Alarmed, he sprinted to the side fence and yanked it open. What he saw left him speechless.
Dangling from the clothesline, suspended only by a single arm loosely tied to a rope, was what looked like a deflated human figure. Smooth, empty skin sagged like a discarded latex suit, yet the shape was unmistakable: it was his neighbor, Vanessa.
Vanessa was a few years older than him—tall, tanned, with a dazzling smile and an undeniably alluring presence. The kind of woman you’d catch yourself staring at from the balcony as she watered her plants in a bikini. But right now, she looked more like a human-shaped balloon, utterly devoid of air.
"Marco?" A faint voice escaped the limp silhouette, barely louder than a whisper between sheets of paper. "Thank God! Please… help me."
He approached cautiously, sidestepping the garden hose. Up close, he could see she was completely naked, though in her current state, there wasn’t much left to see. Her skin had the smooth, seamless texture of satin rubber. Only her eyes—slightly sunken but alert—and her slightly twisted mouth gave any hint of expression.
"What happened?" he asked, equal parts concerned and fascinated.
Vanessa let out a strained sigh—or the closest sound she could manage. "I was putting on my favorite bikini in the backyard. You know, the one I wear for sunbathing. I felt this weird pressure in my belly button… like a tiny itch. I pressed my finger against it, and—click!—I must’ve opened some kind of valve. Next thing I knew, I was flying through the air like a damn balloon. My bikini and sandals stayed behind."
"A valve?!"
"Yeah, or something like one," she said, resigned. "A mutation. I noticed it this week—some kind of flap in my belly button. I didn’t think it actually worked…"
Marco examined her deflated body. Sure enough, a small valve-like protrusion peeked out from her navel.
"Good heavens… how can I help you?"
"I need you to inflate me."
"Okay. Guess I’ll take a deep breath—"
"Wait!" Vanessa cut in. "No offense, but I don’t want your breath inside me. That’s… weird. Do you have a pump?"
Marco nodded and bolted to the garage. He rummaged through tools, tangled cables, and the remains of a disassembled bicycle before finally unearthing a portable air compressor.
"Will this work?" he asked, holding it up as he returned.
Vanessa’s drooping eyebrow lifted slightly. "Isn’t that too strong?"
"I can set it to the lowest setting."
Carefully, he laid her out on the grass, positioning her belly button upward. Gently, he pressed the compressor nozzle against the valve—a small indentation surrounded by smooth, glossy skin.
He turned it on.
Air rushed in.
Vanessa’s body expanded rapidly, inflating like a carnival balloon. First her stomach, then her limbs, her fingers regaining shape. Her face filled out gracefully, her features rounding back into place. And her bust—well, that inflated alarmingly fast.
"Damn, the regulator’s faulty!" Marco exclaimed.
"Marco! Stop—STOP!" she shrieked.
But it was too late.
POP!
A sharp, explosive sound tore through the air, followed by a gust of warmth. Shimmering fragments of Vanessa’s satiny skin fluttered in every direction like confetti caught in the wind. Marco stood frozen, the compressor still whirring in his hands.
"Damn it!" He scrambled to gather the pieces.
One of them bore Vanessa’s face—her eyes narrowed, lips pursed in barely contained fury. "Really, Marco? I told you to be careful!"
"Sorry, sorry! I’ll fix it!" To his surprise, the fragments seemed drawn to one another. As he pressed them together, the edges seamlessly fused, as if made of self-adhesive fabric.
Piece by piece, Marco reconstructed her. It took nearly an hour, but by the end, Vanessa lay deflated once more—intact, though visibly irritated.
"I swear I’ll buy you a proper bowler hat tomorrow," he offered.
Night had fallen, and a cool breeze drifted through the garden. "So… now that you’re in one piece, should I take you home?"
"I don’t have the strength to walk," she sighed. "Or the muscles. I’m basically a sentient bedsheet now."
"Then… stay on my couch. You can sleep there."
"Completely naked, of course."
"I’ll… get a blanket."
"I am a blanket," she groaned.
Marco arranged her on his bed like a silky, warm cover. Her skin was unexpectedly soft—somewhere between satin and heated vinyl. She grumbled for a few minutes before finally relenting.
"Just… don’t fold me," she muttered. "And no funny business while I’m like this."
"I promise."
The next morning, Marco carefully reinflated her using a bicycle pump he’d bought at dawn. This time, he took excruciating care. Vanessa gradually regained her form, sighing in relief as her body filled out.
"Ahhh… much better."
With a mischievous grin, he gave the pump an extra squeeze, accentuating her curves more than usual. Vanessa shot him a look, crossing her newly plump arms. "A little too voluptuous, don’t you think?"
Marco raised his hands in surrender. "Unintentional, I swear."
"Sure it was." She nudged him with her inflated hip, a playful smirk tugging at her lips—the first smile she’d given since the ordeal began. "Next time you inflate me, do it with music and candles," she teased, winking.
