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Den, colleague of mine, has talked me into making a trip to ocean floor on weekends. He was so excited about it, in contrast with his common indifference and lack of emotions.
Probably, this was worth 150 credits per one ticket. Well, turning abandoned deep mine, especially if it is located under huge mass of water, into first class resort is an expensive undertaking. Watching exotic fishes, shiny walls and columns made of rare minerals, natural caves, was something, not to mention spa with geothermal heating, all these things made 'Deep Odyssey' quite an unique place.
Andrea decided to go with me, too. Not that she was delighted by ugly deep water fishes, archeology and so on. Still place was trendy,  nice topic for chatting with her friends and blog, I presume. Oh, she just could go because I was going. And Sherry has joined us, because Andy was going.
On the surface halls were magnificent, marble, floating floor panels, volcanic glass and a nice girl in Odysseys uniform,  guiding us to lifts, talking much about various wonders of the ocean. We entered building with a group of children, however, they were going some other way, so we arrived to the lift doors alone: Andy, Sherry the guide, and me. We were supposed to descend alone, so finally, before leaving, guide asked us
- Oh, I see you are inflatables, then would you like to use pressure compensator?
- What kind of compensator?
- Well, as air pressure will rise, as you move downwards, it can bring some inconvenience. Basically, you will feel a bit let down.
Then I remembered what Den told me about that, he definitely did not used any pressure compensation. And was quite embarrassed, as he said:
"Lifts deserve special notion, as shaft is about four kilometers tall, it takes time to reach bottom. Two flesh and bone ladies in my cabin would be bored I guess, unless I was there, presenting free man deflation show. In the beginning it was ok, just some weakness, you know. But once we've passed half the way down, I've started to really crumple, struggling to hold my jeans in place. Then I just flapped to the ground ... at least these two gals had some fun looking, we had a cute chatter once I was pumped up, and even a date with Susie later ..."
While I was pondering about the matter and remembering Dens story, Andy has got us three portions of 'liquid pump' as they called it. After some hesitation, I've gulped my portion. Nothing happened. Good enough, because lift hasn't arrived yet. We then had time to listen explanations about its workings.
- This thing doesn't have visible effect until you are exposed to mild ultraviolet radiation of specific frequency, normally it just opens microscopic pores in skin (she off course meant skin of inflatables, don't worry), normally this results in air leak and deflation ...
- Then how does it help us?
She continued
- This cocktail alters process, preventing air from moving outside. I.e. one way road for air. Ever heard about Maxwell's demon? Creature letting molecules go in only one direction through hole between two tanks, well that doesn't matter. Cabins have hidden UV lamps, radiation is regulated to match velocity of descend. We have been using this new innovative system for two month already, and everything was smooth.
- So, problems are possible? Sherry asked, looking at her glass with doubt.
- Nothing really serious, all people are unique, so sometimes airflow is not accurately balanced by atmospheric pressure increase. At worst it gives you extra five percent of volume, or minus five percents, guide replied.
I concluded: That doesn't sound like a disaster.
Sherry shrugged and drank her glass. At that moment our lift has arrived, guide wished us good luck and fun. We entered shiny metal cabin, about four meters tall, and at least twice wider, decorated with mirrors made of dark glass, several fake windows with displays showing various oceanic fauna and flora, herds of fishes, and even remnants of shipwreck. Dim blue light flowing from ceiling lit Andy's skirt as it was shining on its own. Or, probably, it was really glowing, transforming invisible ultraviolet rays into visible light. Apparently, we were already descending, motion was silent, smooth, barely noticeable. Apparently, Odysseus has sense of style and lots of money.
Andy has glanced into each 'window', while Sherry was looking at the mirrors covering all ceiling, except glowing panels in the sides. I joined her in staring, by the way, it was an excellent opportunity to look down into her cleavage. Sherry was quite inflated today. Or was it due to "liquid pump"? Anyway atmospheric pressure was growing to compensate the effect. I almost felt slight itching at the exposed skin, where air was absorbed.
- The place is huge, Andy said, they do care for claustrophobic ones, not only inflatables.
- How about claustrophobic inflatables? I'm almost feeling building pressure, ah walls are moving, Sherry laughed.
- Lets hope this thing don't get stuck. I was stuck at the lift once for two hours! - Andy continued.
- I'm sure they care for durability too, this piece looks reliable.
Just after my reassuring words, lights blinked and faded, with grinding sound lift slowed down and finally stopped.
- Or may be I was wrong about it, I said, in deafening silence, - Still, don't panic, I'm sure they'll fix it soon. Andy, Sherry, are you OK?
- Andy, heh, its you and your stories about stuck lifts. You could choose better time, now I wonder do they even know we are here.
- Is there any alarm button?
It was pitch dark, echo of voices and no signs of alarm buttons.
- Lets find it, I said.
I've turned around touching the wall and bumped into Andy, bounced and landed on the floor.
- Oops, sorry babe.
We used our handicoms to lit the scene (kind of common 2040th portable computer plus phone, with lots of useless bells  and whistles. Needless to say, network was unreachable here) Some more time passed in silence. Then
- Got it, I've got it! Sherry exclaimed victoriously.
Button, she found, restored lights, lift made one more grinding sound but was still stuck, obviously. At least now we had lights on. There were more buttons: up, down and communicator. Pressing them has not changed anything. Lift was still stuck and not a sound from communicator.
- So we have to wait for help. Just relax.
My sight stopped onto Andy's bosom, I always liked busty girls, but, hey, she seemed slightly, almost indistinguishably, bigger then in the morning. That's due to that trick with ultraviolet, no doubt. Then thought struck me: itching feeling has returned with lights on. And we were not descending. I felt my boxers becoming slightly tighter, and tee was already a bit narrow on shoulders.
Same thought came to girls:
- Andy, Jake, we are inflating again!
- Yes it seems so, their stupid innovative system, it is perfectly working... unlike the lift. But that's no problem, we can deflate ourselves a bit if it goes too far, right? I tried to make my voice reassuring and confident.
Sherry added: "Sure thing, by the way I don't mind a little puff, do you?".
Our elasten clothes could take much stretching, and lift presented lots of room, well, that didn't matter as  we didn't planned to let inflation go too far. We discussed situation, it still seemed more funny than scary. In the mean time my shorts have become tight too, my torso was contained into t-shirt giving it noticeable stretch, forced out air bulged my shoulders, legs and thighs, and even  cheeks.  Sherry's boobs have ballooned, protruding out and touching her chin. Andy's shirt kept her inside, but size was already magnificent, stretched blouse was becoming slightly transparent, girls' skirts now looked more like minis barely holding on thighs and so pushed up almost to her former waistline. Sherry had high heels on and Andy's stockings looked almost indecently. Wow! This compensated lack of waistlines.
Andy was first to recover sense: Its all feels good, but I'd better deflate now, before my blouse gets ripped.
I volunteered to help her. She turned her swollen back to me, inflation plug was visible right above stretched girdle, as blouse was pushed up. I think my plug was seen too,  because Sherry was watching there, and she likes to deflate guys, as far as I know her.
I pulled and popped Andy open, no hissing or deflation followed. Now that was scary!
- What are you waiting for, Andy asked me.
- I've opened you, you should be deflating already. Probably that liquid pump prevents deflation through valve too. If so, things are sour for us. Sherry where was that button, you pushed and turned lights on, can you, please, turn them off now?
We spent some more time desperately trying to push that panel in the wall again, either we couldn't find it again, or our hands were already to puffy, or option of turning emergency energy source off wasn't planned by constructors. Sherry gave up, as her bust pushed her from the wall, hands were fat with air and difficult to bend. I was inflated too, and few seconds later my almost round torso has finally torn my t-shirt, rapidly expanded further as strain relieved, bouncing into the wall, throwing me upwards and backwards. After several seconds of flight my butt bounced into opposite wall, this was a last drop for my shorts, they burst into shreds, leaving me in tight boxers, now looking more like strings. Andy was in better shape, though her garments were on the limit too.
- Looks like you are inflating slower then we do, I said.
- May be unplugging me helped a bit. Let me ...
She approached, waddling on her enormous hips. I didn't see, but felt her fingers on my back, then yank of pulled plug, no hissing again. Sherry finally managed to stand up, blasting her skirt in the process. Andy popped her open too with same absence of results.
Sherry, was ahead of us in size, her body was one big sphere, with almost absorbed hips, thick and short legs, enormous bust divided and bulging around deeply plunged bra, closing view and  muffling her voice. She said:
- And what now?
- Probably, we had to puncture ourselves instead ... though now it will only cause pop earlier. I nearly lost my optimism. Though, Andy, you are not as big as we are.
- I've always been lucky, I wana try it, at worst I'll pop first. If I win, I'll deflate slowly and watch you guys puff till boom.
- Or help, can arrive.
- If I'll waste yet more time, it will be too late. With this words, she took stylos of her handicom. It didn't looked sharp enough, to puncture anyone, at least, not overinflated anyone. She hesitated a second more, and then pushed stylos into her left hand, this was probably a good idea, as hand was stretched less, then rest of the body, with possible exception of feet, unreachable in her current condition. Andy with tense impression on her puffy face plunged stylos deeper and deeper, then suddenly, as if everything was in slow motion, it punctured her taut skin, sending rips running over her back, left tit, then round belly, booming flap, released air rocketed poor girl into ceiling. Second later, her bra, panties and flat remnants plopped onto the floor.
- Jake! It is your fault, you shouldn't talk her into that.
- At least she didn't burst into pieces, week or two in hospital and she'll be OK.
Sherrys butt inflated a bit more pushing in the wall, so she fell forward on her spherical belly, bounced, her head was now right in front of my equally spherical chest. We could not do anything at that moment, as our limbs started to get absorbed into body.
- Mph do you hhphink phphee'll phurst inpho phhhieces? she said. Her voice was muffled as her face was pressed into me with ongoing inflation.
- I hope not.
She couldn't reply anything, inflation pushed us harder and harder, my legs were slowly absorbed, with exception of feet, we filled most of the room.
We stopped talking, just waited and listened for creaks of our stretching bodies. Minute later all the volume was occupied completely. I hoped it will halt inflation. It did, but pressure continued to rise. Forcing her face up and into my body, her huge semi-absorbed bust into my lower torso. Hey that was pleasant, despite our situation. I haven't managed to finish this thought, as suddenly, with another deafening boom Sherry exploded!
Once she was a gorgeous balloon, and now lots of rubbery debris slammed in to me, walls, covering Andy. One part of  her garments survived: her heels, left one (or was it right?) has flown into floor, opposite wall, and finally ended into my huge belly, piercing it instantly.
BOOM. I've exploded, and what else did you expect?

Description
Den, colleague of mine, has talked me into making a trip to ocean floor on weekends. He was so excited about it, in contrast with his common indifference and lack of emotions.
Probably, this was worth 150 credits per one ticket. Well, turning abandoned deep mine, especially if it is located under huge mass of water, into first class resort is an expensive undertaking. Watching exotic fishes, shiny walls and columns made of rare minerals, natural caves, was something, not to mention spa with geothermal heating, all these things made 'Deep Odyssey' quite an unique place.
Andrea decided to go with me, too. Not that she was delighted by ugly deep water fishes, archeology and so on. Still place was trendy,  nice topic for chatting with her friends and blog, I presume. Oh, she just could go because I was going. And Sherry has joined us, because Andy was going.
On the surface halls were magnificent, marble, floating floor panels, volcanic glass and a nice girl in Odysseys uniform,  guiding us to lifts, talking much about various wonders of the ocean. We entered building with a group of children, however, they were going some other way, so we arrived to the lift doors alone: Andy, Sherry the guide, and me. We were supposed to descend alone, so finally, before leaving, guide asked us
- Oh, I see you are inflatables, then would you like to use pressure compensator?
- What kind of compensator?
- Well, as air pressure will rise, as you move downwards, it can bring some inconvenience. Basically, you will feel a bit let down.
Then I remembered what Den told me about that, he definitely did not used any pressure compensation. And was quite embarrassed, as he said:
"Lifts deserve special notion, as shaft is about four kilometers tall, it takes time to reach bottom. Two flesh and bone ladies in my cabin would be bored I guess, unless I was there, presenting free man deflation show. In the beginning it was ok, just some weakness, you know. But once we've passed half the way down, I've started to really crumple, struggling to hold my jeans in place. Then I just flapped to the ground ... at least these two gals had some fun looking, we had a cute chatter once I was pumped up, and even a date with Susie later ..."
While I was pondering about the matter and remembering Dens story, Andy has got us three portions of 'liquid pump' as they called it. After some hesitation, I've gulped my portion. Nothing happened. Good enough, because lift hasn't arrived yet. We then had time to listen explanations about its workings.
- This thing doesn't have visible effect until you are exposed to mild ultraviolet radiation of specific frequency, normally it just opens microscopic pores in skin (she off course meant skin of inflatables, don't worry), normally this results in air leak and deflation ...
- Then how does it help us?
She continued
- This cocktail alters process, preventing air from moving outside. I.e. one way road for air. Ever heard about Maxwell's demon? Creature letting molecules go in only one direction through hole between two tanks, well that doesn't matter. Cabins have hidden UV lamps, radiation is regulated to match velocity of descend. We have been using this new innovative system for two month already, and everything was smooth.
- So, problems are possible? Sherry asked, looking at her glass with doubt.
- Nothing really serious, all people are unique, so sometimes airflow is not accurately balanced by atmospheric pressure increase. At worst it gives you extra five percent of volume, or minus five percents, guide replied.
I concluded: That doesn't sound like a disaster.
Sherry shrugged and drank her glass. At that moment our lift has arrived, guide wished us good luck and fun. We entered shiny metal cabin, about four meters tall, and at least twice wider, decorated with mirrors made of dark glass, several fake windows with displays showing various oceanic fauna and flora, herds of fishes, and even remnants of shipwreck. Dim blue light flowing from ceiling lit Andy's skirt as it was shining on its own. Or, probably, it was really glowing, transforming invisible ultraviolet rays into visible light. Apparently, we were already descending, motion was silent, smooth, barely noticeable. Apparently, Odysseus has sense of style and lots of money.
Andy has glanced into each 'window', while Sherry was looking at the mirrors covering all ceiling, except glowing panels in the sides. I joined her in staring, by the way, it was an excellent opportunity to look down into her cleavage. Sherry was quite inflated today. Or was it due to "liquid pump"? Anyway atmospheric pressure was growing to compensate the effect. I almost felt slight itching at the exposed skin, where air was absorbed.
- The place is huge, Andy said, they do care for claustrophobic ones, not only inflatables.
- How about claustrophobic inflatables? I'm almost feeling building pressure, ah walls are moving, Sherry laughed.
- Lets hope this thing don't get stuck. I was stuck at the lift once for two hours! - Andy continued.
- I'm sure they care for durability too, this piece looks reliable.
Just after my reassuring words, lights blinked and faded, with grinding sound lift slowed down and finally stopped.
- Or may be I was wrong about it, I said, in deafening silence, - Still, don't panic, I'm sure they'll fix it soon. Andy, Sherry, are you OK?
- Andy, heh, its you and your stories about stuck lifts. You could choose better time, now I wonder do they even know we are here.
- Is there any alarm button?
It was pitch dark, echo of voices and no signs of alarm buttons.
- Lets find it, I said.
I've turned around touching the wall and bumped into Andy, bounced and landed on the floor.
- Oops, sorry babe.
We used our handicoms to lit the scene (kind of common 2040th portable computer plus phone, with lots of useless bells  and whistles. Needless to say, network was unreachable here) Some more time passed in silence. Then
- Got it, I've got it! Sherry exclaimed victoriously.
Button, she found, restored lights, lift made one more grinding sound but was still stuck, obviously. At least now we had lights on. There were more buttons: up, down and communicator. Pressing them has not changed anything. Lift was still stuck and not a sound from communicator.
- So we have to wait for help. Just relax.
My sight stopped onto Andy's bosom, I always liked busty girls, but, hey, she seemed slightly, almost indistinguishably, bigger then in the morning. That's due to that trick with ultraviolet, no doubt. Then thought struck me: itching feeling has returned with lights on. And we were not descending. I felt my boxers becoming slightly tighter, and tee was already a bit narrow on shoulders.
Same thought came to girls:
- Andy, Jake, we are inflating again!
- Yes it seems so, their stupid innovative system, it is perfectly working... unlike the lift. But that's no problem, we can deflate ourselves a bit if it goes too far, right? I tried to make my voice reassuring and confident.
Sherry added: "Sure thing, by the way I don't mind a little puff, do you?".
Our elasten clothes could take much stretching, and lift presented lots of room, well, that didn't matter as  we didn't planned to let inflation go too far. We discussed situation, it still seemed more funny than scary. In the mean time my shorts have become tight too, my torso was contained into t-shirt giving it noticeable stretch, forced out air bulged my shoulders, legs and thighs, and even  cheeks.  Sherry's boobs have ballooned, protruding out and touching her chin. Andy's shirt kept her inside, but size was already magnificent, stretched blouse was becoming slightly transparent, girls' skirts now looked more like minis barely holding on thighs and so pushed up almost to her former waistline. Sherry had high heels on and Andy's stockings looked almost indecently. Wow! This compensated lack of waistlines.
Andy was first to recover sense: Its all feels good, but I'd better deflate now, before my blouse gets ripped.
I volunteered to help her. She turned her swollen back to me, inflation plug was visible right above stretched girdle, as blouse was pushed up. I think my plug was seen too,  because Sherry was watching there, and she likes to deflate guys, as far as I know her.
I pulled and popped Andy open, no hissing or deflation followed. Now that was scary!
- What are you waiting for, Andy asked me.
- I've opened you, you should be deflating already. Probably that liquid pump prevents deflation through valve too. If so, things are sour for us. Sherry where was that button, you pushed and turned lights on, can you, please, turn them off now?
We spent some more time desperately trying to push that panel in the wall again, either we couldn't find it again, or our hands were already to puffy, or option of turning emergency energy source off wasn't planned by constructors. Sherry gave up, as her bust pushed her from the wall, hands were fat with air and difficult to bend. I was inflated too, and few seconds later my almost round torso has finally torn my t-shirt, rapidly expanded further as strain relieved, bouncing into the wall, throwing me upwards and backwards. After several seconds of flight my butt bounced into opposite wall, this was a last drop for my shorts, they burst into shreds, leaving me in tight boxers, now looking more like strings. Andy was in better shape, though her garments were on the limit too.
- Looks like you are inflating slower then we do, I said.
- May be unplugging me helped a bit. Let me ...
She approached, waddling on her enormous hips. I didn't see, but felt her fingers on my back, then yank of pulled plug, no hissing again. Sherry finally managed to stand up, blasting her skirt in the process. Andy popped her open too with same absence of results.
Sherry, was ahead of us in size, her body was one big sphere, with almost absorbed hips, thick and short legs, enormous bust divided and bulging around deeply plunged bra, closing view and  muffling her voice. She said:
- And what now?
- Probably, we had to puncture ourselves instead ... though now it will only cause pop earlier. I nearly lost my optimism. Though, Andy, you are not as big as we are.
- I've always been lucky, I wana try it, at worst I'll pop first. If I win, I'll deflate slowly and watch you guys puff till boom.
- Or help, can arrive.
- If I'll waste yet more time, it will be too late. With this words, she took stylos of her handicom. It didn't looked sharp enough, to puncture anyone, at least, not overinflated anyone. She hesitated a second more, and then pushed stylos into her left hand, this was probably a good idea, as hand was stretched less, then rest of the body, with possible exception of feet, unreachable in her current condition. Andy with tense impression on her puffy face plunged stylos deeper and deeper, then suddenly, as if everything was in slow motion, it punctured her taut skin, sending rips running over her back, left tit, then round belly, booming flap, released air rocketed poor girl into ceiling. Second later, her bra, panties and flat remnants plopped onto the floor.
- Jake! It is your fault, you shouldn't talk her into that.
- At least she didn't burst into pieces, week or two in hospital and she'll be OK.
Sherrys butt inflated a bit more pushing in the wall, so she fell forward on her spherical belly, bounced, her head was now right in front of my equally spherical chest. We could not do anything at that moment, as our limbs started to get absorbed into body.
- Mph do you hhphink phphee'll phurst inpho phhhieces? she said. Her voice was muffled as her face was pressed into me with ongoing inflation.
- I hope not.
She couldn't reply anything, inflation pushed us harder and harder, my legs were slowly absorbed, with exception of feet, we filled most of the room.
We stopped talking, just waited and listened for creaks of our stretching bodies. Minute later all the volume was occupied completely. I hoped it will halt inflation. It did, but pressure continued to rise. Forcing her face up and into my body, her huge semi-absorbed bust into my lower torso. Hey that was pleasant, despite our situation. I haven't managed to finish this thought, as suddenly, with another deafening boom Sherry exploded!
Once she was a gorgeous balloon, and now lots of rubbery debris slammed in to me, walls, covering Andy. One part of  her garments survived: her heels, left one (or was it right?) has flown into floor, opposite wall, and finally ended into my huge belly, piercing it instantly.
BOOM. I've exploded, and what else did you expect?