Balloon Dragon Outbreak

Balloon Dragon Outbreak {TF/INF/F/TEMP-POP}

>The park was your place of respite in the city
>The gently rolling hills and greenery soaking up and blocking out the hubbub and bustle of urban life
>Sitting next to a burbling stream away from the footpath, only the distant towering shapes of skyscrapers betray where you really are
>A concussive bang echoes in the distance, and turning towards the source you can see some sort of confetti spreading on the wind
>Is it some sort of celebration?
>As you watch a bulging draconic parade float rises above the treeline, followed by a second a few moments later
>Neither of them are tethered you note, they'll probably both end up losses because of it
>Cartoonishly swollen limbs flank enormous rotund bellies, to which massive mammaries lend the floats an unusually sexual bent to their designs
>Both floats rapidly inflate as they rise, despite appearing to lack any sort of of gas tanks
>Their bellies get the lion's share of the growth, growing bigger and rounder without restraint
>By comparison their tits and appendages seem to grow sedately, blowing up into stumpy rounded protrusions that slowly sink into the rest of the body
>The confetti spreads across the park while you keep an eye on the two ascending floats
>Several bits of it land next to you, and you absentmindedly pick one up
>It's not confetti at all, but some sort of stretchy rubber like material
>That first blast must have been another float, the poor bastards have somehow lost three of them in the space of a dozen minutes
>You can't help but tease the squishy shrapnel shard as you watch the two doomed floats climb and grow
>Despite the distances involved you swear you can hear their creaks and groans as they stretch and tighten, straining at the seams
>The first of the two finally loses it's fight with material engineering, blowing apart with a boom that reverberates off of the surrounding buildings and echoes through the park
>The second hangs in the sky as if struggling to hold itself together before vanishing in an explosion of scraps
>A bunch of somebodies probably just lost jobs for losing those two like that
>As is on cue, another ballooning dragon float rises up into the sky, followed by another and another
>What the hell is going on over there? These blimps aren't even launching from the same place!
>In a matter of minutes there's a half score of brightly colored inflating dragons clogging the skyline
>No more than forty feet from you a bulging blue and navy dragonoid rises from a grove of trees to join its expanding cohorts
>And it's moving on its own
>You can see it turning its head as if panicked, clutching at its bloating body with swelling limbs that slowly pull away as they fill
>These aren't parade floats at all
>A tingling sensation pulls your attention away from the flock of burgeoning blimps, and your blood runs cold as you spot its source
>Rubbery latex like material is slithering up your arms to your shoulders, giving the appearance of long glossy black gloves over slick marble white balloon skin
>You curl your new fingers and they squeak and squish enticingly
>This is some sort of infection, and as it spreads across you body you can't help but note it feels distressingly good
>Like you're pleasantly plump, warm, and full
>And growing more full by the second
>From the corner of your eye you catch a glimpse of a veritable zeppelin of a hot pink dragon detonating with a cacophonous crack
>You can't suppress the thrill it sends through you, or the advance of the transformation that's going to take you to that point either
>It's reached the tips of your toes, leaving you with heeled black thigh-highs that match your gloves
>Perky breasts swell inside your shirt, pressing thick erect nipples against straining fabric, and a bloating belly and thickening arms push it to the breaking point
>Your shorts give way as glistening white thighs, hips, and butt expand with relentless seam popping force
>That transformative tingling works it's along your throat onto your head, sealing your lips and elongating your mug into a muzzle
>As it reaches higher it crosses your eyes, but aside from a pink tint your vision stays
>Sadly your hair doesn't, yet as the change crowns your noggin you sprout swept back horns instead
>It feels spectacular, like you've been enclosed in a full body hug, building towards a colossal orgasm as you inflate
>Scraps of tattered clothing fall from you as your tits, ass, and tummy surge outwards triumphantly
>The grass and ground start to recede beneath you, and you belatedly reach out trying grab something, anything, to arrest your rise
>For a moment a stalk of plant matter is your lifeline, your tether to the ground
>Leaves strip in your grip, and your ascent resumes
>The airspace above the park is more crowded than you remember
>Dozens of dragons in myriad colors drift higher and higher as they swell
>A symphony of creaky groaning balloon sounds assails your hearing, punctuated only by the powerful pops of limits being explosively exceeded
>From here you can see that it's not just the park and it's surroundings afflicted by this outbreak
>In the distance other draconic dirigibles mingle between towers  of gleaming steel and concrete
>Some even appear to be growing indoors under glass as it were
>With roofs over their heads to keep them from escaping upwards they must be getting all sorts of hands on attention
>You can't help but feel a little jealous at that thought
>It's a shame none of your outdoor associates are closer, your body's sensitivity is heightened, and another pair of hands to caress you in light of your engorged stiffening limbs would be fantastic
>Your limited mobility is only going to decrease as you get bigger and bigger after all
>And you were certainly getting *bigger*
>At this point you couldn't even reach across your own gargantuan belly or touch your nipples atop your immense titties
>All you could realistically do was inflate like the balloon you'd become
>Filling with gas like you couldn't stop inhaling or as if someone had locked lips with you just to blow you up with a great continuous breath
>There was a valve between your lips that you can feel, but not see or reach
>Opening it might provide some relief from your relentlessly increasing internal pressure
>Even if you could get your stubby bloated arms to bring your hands to your face, your swollen palms and fat little digits probably couldn't have opened it either
>Not that you would've if you could've
>Why would you want to stop it when it feels so good?
>The wind on your increasingly tight skin sends shivers down your spine
>All that pressure inside you is stretching you in just the right places, making you hornier and driving you closers and closer to the edge of a titanic hands free orgasm
>Your body trembles in anticipation of it, begging for that release
>You can see that desire in your fellow blimps as they struggle to rub and fondle their own needy bodies
>And the bigger you get the better it'll feel
>Just ahead and above a massive spherical gold dragon shudders crossed eyed with pleasure before rupturing into glistering rain of golden fragments
>The shock wave buffets you harshly as shining scraps flutter past
>Soon you'll be that big
>You can hardly wait


*** POP END ***

>It won't be long now.
>Your rubbery hide squeaks and creaks as you continue to fill, rounding out and tightening up
>Non of the others can match your size at this point, you're leading the pack at this point
>There must be hundreds if not thousands of eyes on you across the city
>You'd wave and blow them a kiss, but you engorged limbs have been swallowed up by your overinflated body, becoming divots in your sides
>You can't even wiggle you fingers, your hands are blown up into bulging balloons with button fingers protruding from them
>Even your monstrously large rack is losing ground to your taut squealing body
>But each second you hold out builds your pressure higher, and heightens your pleasure too
>That intoxicating pressure is clouding your mind and puffing out your cheeks
>Tense, taut, and straining at the seams, your body is practically vibrating with condensed stress
>So obscenely, achingly full
>You've been edging this too long, and you can't hold it off any longer
>The most powerful climax of your life slams into you like a freight train
>Your mind blanks out in a static haze of sexual bliss that blots out conscious thought
>You convulse and split your seams, cumming so hard you literally explode
>The blast sways trees, rattles windows and scatters lesser balloon dragons before it like a wave
>As you drift to the ground in a post climax cloud of rubbery debris, one thought returns to you
>You want to go again