The Impossible Escape

It all started a few months ago. I'm a lab assistant for a chemistry professor. He leads the field in synthesizing chemicals, and integrating biological subjects with synthetic materials, among other specialties. For example he had once worked with the government in constructing counter bio-weaponry. That's why we're on this island. The professor (his name is John) and I (Gina his lab assistant and lover) were kidnapped by some terrorists and taken to some island we figured out to be in the Florida Keys. They wanted him to create a kind of propellant for all of the chemical weapons they had gotten access to. Normally he wouldn't do this for any reason, except for the fact that they planned to kill me if he refused. So he agreed. He began to slowly research for them. In reality he was planning our escape the whole time.

It was rather easy for him to get the supplies he needed for the plan he came up with. He would request the supplies and then when they asked what he needed them for, he would give them a perfectly rational and completely complex scientific answer which sent their heads spinning. They soon learned not to ask. Our capture wasn't all that bad. We were treated well, and he convinced them to let me continue to be his lab assistant. The escape however would be very difficult. Swimming would be impossible. If we tried we would probably just drown in the rough sea. Any boats were kept under incredibly tight lock and key. Escape by water was thus out of the question. That led John to think of the air.

John was a hot air balloon enthusiast and he thought that that would be his best chance. He ordered several tanks of helium and material to make a crude basket. He also acquired strong rope used in mountain climbing. At this point the terrorists were starting to get an idea of what he was planning so he had to throw them a bone. He asked for tanks of CO2 but didn't ask for the nylon material that he would need to make the balloon. That would tip them off. He also did some actual research on what they wanted him to do. He made a portable carrying device for the liquid and gas chemical weapons they had. It fit into about one suitcase, but was very dense and heavy. We still needed the material to make the balloon though. That's when he went back to work on a product he had tried patenting before our kidnapping.

During this time I was busy gaining the terrorists' trust. They were very confident that escape was impossible, so I started scouting farther and farther on the island looking for a place to make our escape. Eventually they didn't mind when both of us would go on these walks. We always told them that we were looking for suitable test sights for the chemical propellant. It turned out that the terrorists were deathly afraid of the stuff, and as long as we kept some of it near us they would generally leave us alone. John had finally reformulated his chemical and was ready to try it out and make our escape. That's when he told me the rest of his plan.

We were on a beach that had a strong north wind blowing. We had brought all of the make shift equipment that he had made and hidden while we were here. "So where's the balloon?" I asked sorting through the ropes, basket, tanks and other things he'd brought along that I couldn't figure out. He smiled kind of sheepishly at that and looked like he had a loss for words. "We do have a balloon right?"

"Oh yes." He said, "It's just that..." he looked at the ground again.

"What? What is it?" I asked, we would only have two or three hours before we would have to report back.

He cleared his throat and looked at me with that sheepish grin again. "You're going to be the balloon."

"C'mon be serious!" I said, completely discounting what he had just said. His face became gravely serious.

"I am being serious." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a jar of something. "Remember that deal I had made with that cosmetics company? I was to make a way for human skin to become more stretchy and elastic? I finished it while I was here, only I made it far more powerful. I couldn't get the material I needed for a balloon, the terrorists are dumb, but they would have figured something out if I suddenly asked for hundreds of square feet of nylon. Once I apply this to your skin it will become stretchy and you should be able to take in enough helium that we'd lift off the ground and take the weapons with us so we can give them to the proper authorities." He saw my look of disapproval and disbelief. "Honey you have to believe me that I exhausted every other possible avenue of escape! This is the only way! Please think about it."

"But why does it have to be me?" I finally asked as his words began to sink in.

"I'd do it in a second except that you don't know how to fly a balloon. We're only going to get one shot at this and I can't take the time to teach you. I know this is a difficult decision honey, but I've worked everything out very carefully. Barring unforeseen consequences, we should make it to either the coast of Florida or to one of the islands in a day or so, and then I'll have you back to normal. Don't just do this for me or us honey, think of all the damage these guys could do if they used these weapons." I shuddered at the thought. He convinced me.

"You always could talk me into anything. Is it safe?" I asked. He walked up to me and gave me a soft lingering kiss.

"You know your safety is my biggest concern. The formula I've made is more than powerful enough to keep you inflated but not let you explode."

"Will I be able to return to normal?"

"Yes. The only thing I'm concerned about is if you get inflated too big. Your skin might lose its resiliency, and when you were deflated it might not snap back to normal. But don't worry. I've made dozens of computerized simulations, calculating exactly how much helium you'll need. You'll have plenty of extra room before we get to the point of no return. Are you ready?"

I took a deep shuddering breath. "Yes." I said and nervously tugged at my hair.

"Good. You're going to be a hero Jane."

"I don't want to be a hero, I just want to get off this island. What if I go too high? Don't balloons expand as they get in thinner atmosphere?"

"Yes they do. But I've already thought of that. Here's the plan. I'll inflate you with enough helium to get us off the ground. Once we're airborne I'm going to trail that into the water." He pointed to a canvas sail that had rods sewn into it and some ropes attached to it. "It will act as a rudder, keeping us heading north. At the same time it will act like an anchor. When we pull up on it it will open like an umbrella and collect lots of water, that will provide the extra ballast we need to avoid floating too high. Once we get to an island I'll inflate you with CO2 and we should land gently on the beach." Alarm bells went off in my head.

"What do you mean you'll inflate me more? Why don't you just deflate me?"

"Because we need to have a gentle landing or we could set off the chemical weapons. The CO2 will eventually over power the Helium and we'll land safely. Don't worry honey I've already taken into account how much is needed and we have some spare room. Now we really have to get started. Honey if I didn't think this was safe I would never ask you to do this." I finally gave in.

"All right. What do we do first?"

"First you need to strip."

That caught me a little by surprise, but I didn't mind that much. I was always a bit of an exhibitionist, I just always wished I had more generous curves. I took off my clothes quickly and relished in the freedom I always felt while naked. He then opened the jar and began rubbing the cream inside of it all over my body. The cream left a tingling sensation wherever it went and I felt a nice tipsy kind of feeling by the time he'd finished. He made sure he got every inch of my body, and into every crevice. The only areas he didn't get were my head, hands and feet. When I asked about that he said he needed them to be anchoring points. He then tied my left ankle with a rope and tucked the other end of the rope under a heavy rock. He then brought over one of the three small helium tanks he acquired. He attached a hose to the nozzle of one of them. The end of the hose had a thick needle. He approached me and gave another one of these lingering kisses I loved.

"This won't hurt a bit. If it does let me know." He took out a small spray bottle and sprayed it onto the needle. I shivered in anticipation until he poked the needle into my navel. He was right I didn't feel a thing. He then tugged it a few times and made sure that it was secure. "OK?" he asked as he went over to the helium tank.

"Ready." I squeaked.

He smiled and turned on the gas.

"Ooohh!" I squealed "It's cold!" I began to feel a cold sensation in my belly. This quickly changed to a cold bloated feeling. I looked down in amazement as I saw my belly begin to swell. I looked up to see John's eyes also lit up. My belly was slowly but surely filling, becoming rounder and tighter.

"Doing OK?" John asked.

"Yes, just fine." It felt very strange. The mounting pressure and tightness brought a pleasurable feeling to me. My entire torso was starting to expand now, making me very round in the middle. My arms and legs began to stiffen and straighten out from the pressure as they too began to swell. I was becoming a balloon! I had to stand completely straight and I felt stiff all over. I looked down as I felt sudden pressure in my breasts. They hadn't swelled yet, but as the pressure increased in them they strained and finally punched outward with a loud pop! They then continued inflating. A hollow hissing sound could be heard coming from inside of me. I felt lighter and lighter and eventually was pulling on the rock tied around my ankle. The hissing faded away as the first tank of helium was emptied. I stood there barely able to move, marveling in the sensation of being inflated so full. That giddy feeling stayed with me. I tried moving, but could really only wiggle my fingers and toes, my hands and feet hadn't inflated at all and neither had my head. John was looking at me so strangely that I began to blush all over. He stepped over to me and poked me in my massive belly. I swayed backwards like the tethered balloon that I was, and then bobbed back to a standing position. His finger had only indented into me a little bit. He then took out the spray bottle again, and sprayed it on my belly button. He pulled the air hose out with a soft pop, and then put it on the ground. When he stood in front of me like this I could barely see him over my over swelled breasts and belly. I could just see his eyes as they scanned over every inch of my body. I was still embarrassed, but I kind of liked the way he was looking at me, being the center of attention.

He walked around me, giving me an occasional poke, as if to test my firmness. I was just so contented and giddy that I didn't say anything at all. Finally when he was behind me, and completely out of my sight, I felt his hands grab and squeeze my enormous rounded ass. I sucked in a quick breath as the air he displaced in my ass rushed every where else, tightening me up in other areas. "Damn..." he whispered in awe. He finally came around to the front of me, and stepped back a bit so I could see him clearly.

"You still feel OK?" he asked staring at my ballooned body. I wasn't completely round yet. I probably resembled more of an over inflated doll, my womanly curves expanded to ridiculous proportions.

"I feel good." I said and then I giggled. I didn't just feel good, I felt kind of...

"Sexy!" John said "Right now honey you look to me like the sexiest thing on the planet!" He cocked his head this way and that to get better angles.

"Be serious!" I said. I began to feel warmth and wetness in my pressurized love mound.

He gestured to his crotch. It seemed I wasn't the only getting swollen around here! I could clearly see the bulge of his cock straining against his khaki shorts. "Do I look serious?" He looked at me again and gave me one of his slow animal smiles. He smiled like this whenever he was about to ravish me the way he was so good at.

"No! No way! Not now! We don't have time for this!" I cried as he came forward to me again. I felt one of his fingers start to stroke my overextended labia lips, feeling the heat and moisture. I moaned softly in response. It seemed like every nerve ending in my body was hyper attentive due to the pressure. When he rubbed me like that I felt it from the roots of the hair on my head to the tips of my toes. I tried to resist it though. "No, stop! We can't do it this way! We have to get moving!" My heart wasn't in my arguments though, as he continued to delve his fingers into me, prizing my tight lips apart.

"We've got plenty of time." He cooed. "The guards won't miss us. Let's just try, we might not get another chance later on. I know this turns you on, probably even more than me. I've never felt you so hot and wet!" He started to remove his shorts with his free hand. At this point I just gave in. His arguments were solid, but even if they weren't I'd want him to fuck the Hell out of me.

"Hurry..." I moaned. He rubbed me faster causing more juice to flow. He then began leaning against me, causing me to fall backwards slowly, my body still tried to rise, but it didn't have enough helium to support his weight. Soon I was on my back and he lay on top of me, burrowing into me like I was a giant pillow. I could feel his hard cock brushing back and forth over my slit, seeking entrance, but I was so tight from the air pressure he was having a hard time. Finally using both hands to stretch me open a bit he eased his member into me. If we thought that I was tight on the outside, that was nothing compared to my internal pressure! Without even trying I clamped onto his dick with savage strength, he gasped almost in pain in that first penetration, then slowly, and with the help of my flowing juices he began to push himself back and forth inside me. It was the best! His cock felt enormous and thick in my swollen pussy. I could feel every millimeter of him as he plowed back and forth, slowly then with increasing speed. He had problems maintaining his balance on me at first, for my body would rock and deform like inflatable pool furniture as he rode me. Soon he got the hang of it and was thrusting himself in me harder and deeper. After only a few strokes I had a devastating orgasm, and let the world know it with a piercing scream. I flopped my hands and feet uselessly, for I'm usually very mobile during sex, but now I was trapped to ride out my orgasm with motionlessness. John was kissing and licking at me tight swollen breasts, and was turning red in the face, with the tightness I had, there would be no way any man could hold out for long. I didn't mind because I was already being brought to a second orgasm as he came into me. His whole body tightened and spasmed and then he literally collapsed on top of me, sinking into my body.

After a few seconds of lying there he finally got off me and I drifted to a standing position again. He was pretty shaky as he put his shorts back on, I was too, that was definitely the best sex we'd ever had together, and speaking for myself, it was the best I'd ever had period. I still had that giddy feeling and just drifted there tethered to that short rope on my left ankle.

"OK" he said finally "Now we have to start fitting the ropes and basket on." He took one of the four lengths of rope he had with him and tied it to my right wrist, just above the swelling flesh. He tied another to my left wrist, and then tied another shorter rope to each ankle. This must have been what he meant about anchoring points. He tied the ends of these to the sides of the makeshift basket. It was really just a large square piece of canvas with a three-foot wooden square in the center. He tied two ropes on one side, and two on the other. Next he took a soft plastic collar which had four more ropes dangling from it. These four ropes were the longest of them all. He placed the plastic collar over my head and then made sure the ropes hung straight off me. There were two ropes under my chin and two more directly behind my head. He tied these ropes to the sides of the canvas that were bare. He then started to pack the basket. The first thing he put in was the suitcase with the chemical weapons. There was probably still a little (of the stuff left at the base, but once we got home, John would be able to tell the authorities how to defeat the weapons. The suitcase was very heavy though and served to hold me down. Once John untied the first rope that was on my left ankle I started to rise. The ropes trailed off of me and began to pull up on the sides of the basket. Pretty soon I was floating several feet off the ground and the basket was formed! John then put the rest of the tanks in (two helium and one CO2). Finally he dragged in the anchor which would later be dropped into the water. The anchor was tied to the bottom of the basket. With one more check he pulled himself in and looked up at me. Considering he could only see the underside of me he probably got quite a show.

He pulled on the ropes and dragged me down. I couldn't see at all what he was doing, but I soon felt a pressure on my belly button again, and knew he had inserted the needle again. "Are you ready Honey?" he asked up at me.

I shuddered in anticipation of my further inflation, and shakily said, "Yes, let's do it." He let go of the ropes and I drifted up again until I felt the ropes securing me. I then heard a metal squeak as the valve was opened, and that cold gas filled me again. It was wonderful! All of those giddy and sexy feelings intensified as I began to grow even bigger. My figure had still been somewhat womanly, but now I could tell by my swelling that I was fast losing that shape, as I became rounder and rounder. My body expanded in all directions, including upward as I began to strain against the ropes. My body vainly tried to lift the heavy basket with John in it, but it didn't seem to be working. Meanwhile my arms and legs were so swollen they resembled thick cones attached to a ball. I probably looked a lot like a piata. I could feel the helium starting to slow as the tank was depleted. I was larger and rounder than before, but we still were on the ground. I'm glad that the collar was so soft, the way it pulled down on me would have been painful otherwise. John interrupted my thoughts and musings about my beach ball body.

"Uh-oh" was all he said.

"Uh-oh?" I called down to him. "Uh-oh is bad. What do you mean uh-oh?"

"This must be cheap helium. It wasn't packaged properly. With two tanks of prime helium, you should have already started floating with us. This must have some normal heavier air in it. I'm going to have to use the extra tank and hope that it's enough."

"What if I get too big?" I cried, "What will happen if I pass that point?"

"It's up to you honey. I can't ask you to make that sacrifice. If we passed that point I don't think you'd ever be normal again. I don't think anyone could ask you to do that. We could stop now and just scrap this whole idea. The third tank might not even be enough. Take a minute and think about it."

I did. More than anything I wanted to be able to return to a normal life, and save potentially thousands of people. Right now though, almost more than anything else I wanted to be inflated again, to feel the tightness in me increase to the bursting point, to become completely round and full. "Do it!" I said with just a moment's hesitation.

"Alright. I love you honey." John said, and I could feel the love in his voice enough to bring tears to my eyes.

"I love you too." I said as I heard him attach the hose to the third tank. After a few seconds I heard metal squeaking again and began to fill up even more. By torso expanded further out in all directions, I must have had about an eight-foot waistline! The helium was pushing out any concave curves on my body as it rounded out more and more towards spherical perfection. My arms, legs and breasts disappeared leaving me as a huge inflated living ball! I could feel the weight underneath me start to give as I pulled harder and harder on the ropes. The pressure inside me was reaching a maximum build up when we finally were airborne. The fullness feeling was so intoxicating and sexy, that I came again, probably drenching John, who I could not see. He stopped pumping me up as we floated gently higher and higher. A slight breeze started blowing us north as we planned, and when we were over the water he dropped the anchor, there was a hard jerk on the ropes and then just a steady firm pull. We spun slowly and lazily as we proceeded steadily north. It wasn't fast traveling, and I didn't mind. I was in a constant state of drunken pleasure, and John, the angel that he is, would continually stroke my throbbing pussy, giving me several mind shattering orgasms. I finally drifted off into a very contented sleep, when the sun dipped pink into the horizon.

When the sun rose again we were near shore. John had hoped we would have been spotted before this so we could get help pulling me in, that way we wouldn't have to rely on the CO2. But it was too early in the morning when the anchor started to drag in the water, if it was pushed up any further by the sand of the beach it would clear the water and we would float away. John patted my body gently; just his slightest touch brought me shivers of pleasure. "We're going to have to use the CO2 Gina." He said simply, and matter of factly. My only response was a long sigh. It didn't look like I'd have that normal life after all. But then again who wants a normal life? I heard him change the hose to the other tank and waited for the metal squeak which would begin the inflation again. Instead of a squeak though John asked me a simple question. "Gina when all of this is over, will you marry me?"

Without a second's hesitation I said, "Yes!" I then heard the squeak and began to fill up again. There was no more room left in me, all of my curves had been filled in. Now I heard and felt the gas filling me, but I wasn't getting bigger. Instead my body was groaning like a maltreated balloon. The pressure and pleasure built up to titanic proportions, and still I wasn't getting any bigger. I dimly became aware that I was raining my juices all over the place, as I was put into a state of constant orgasm. This is it I thought. Another few seconds and I'm gonna pop!

"Hold on Gina! It's working! Hold on!" John called.

"I c-c-can't! It's too much!" I grunted, even my head and hands and feet were starting to feel bloated. Just as I thought I was going to blow up like a bomb, there was a sudden change in the pressure inside me. With a loud groan my body began expanding again at a much faster rate. First there was an initial blast of inflation to accommodate all the air that had just pumped into me, and then steadily inflating to even more gigantic proportions. I was definitely on my way to being as big as a real hot air balloon! My body must have reacted the way a stubborn balloon does. You try pulling it and stretching it, but then finally all you can do is just blow into it as hard as you can, given enough pressure it will blossom into a full balloon, and will likely get bigger than you would have imagined. I was barely aware of the fact that we were sinking slowly towards the beach. From my advantage of height I could see that a coast guard patrol was heading for us by boat and sand buggy. After that I don't remember much, I passed out after one final brain melting orgasm.

I awoke much later in a hospital with John tightly holding my hand. I felt heavy again, and saggy, I didn't have any pressure in me either. It also felt as if I was wearing a large robe or gown that hung loosely on me all over. I looked at myself in shock. My beautiful roundness was gone! They had deflated me while I was out, and evidently I had passed the point of no return, for my skin hung on my like a sack. All over my body my skin hung loosely on me, almost as if it wasn't even attached to me. I was grotesque!

"John!" I screamed. And turned to him.

"I'm here honey, we're gonna do everything we can to return you to normal." He soothed.

"I don't want normal!" I cried "I want to be like I was! How dare you deflate me and try to return me to normal! I was normal! You inflate me right back this instant!" I screamed and began sobbing. He pressed my hand hard for a moment and then released it and walked away. When he returned he trailed behind him something tall and shiny. He also had that animal smile on his face again.

I was inflated back to my normal perfectly rounded shape and was happy again. They had a ticker tape parade in my honor with me floating by in a gaudy uniform made just for me. We were married, and floated together across country for our honeymoon. Since then I've been on several talk shows, been featured in several magazines with naked spreads and huge centerfolds of me (I always was an exhibitionist), most of the magazines I was featured in had record-breaking sales for that issue. John's product is undergoing testing for possible market use. We've received so many letters from people who want to be just like me. In the meanwhile John and I are literally having a ball.