Chapter 9: The Big Blow Job
"Hey, is that my special friend?" Tracy said. She was wearing sweat pants and a ripped T-shirt over a pink sports bra that was making a heroic but ultimately impossible effort to contain her massive breasts.
"It is," Janice said. "He wanted to see the popping room, and we were just watching Megan practicing for her balloon test."
"Oh?" Tracy said. "What was she blowing? 16-inch balloons?"
"Yes" Janice said. "She's doing really well. I tested one for her and it barely took any air before it exploded."
"I can see Jeff here really enjoyed it," Tracy said, looking at his bulging pants with a hungry eye.
"Oh yes, I've been torturing the poor boy, I'm afraid," Janice said. "He's like a really stubborn balloon. Just when you think he's going to burst, you find out he can take a little more."
"Well, let me tell you, when he goes, it's a big explosion," Tracy said with a mischievous grin.
"I'm a little scared, to be honest," Janice laughed. "But then again, you're not scared to have anything pop in your face at all, are you?"
"Not at all!" Tracy said.
"Er, ah..." Jeff tried to think of something to say to get his mind, not to mention Tracy's eyes, off his rock-hard dick. "Tracy, what, uh, what brings you to the hotel?"
"I work here part time, and they let me use the exercise room," Tracy said. "That's why I'm all sweaty." She bounced on her toes, and her titanic tits jiggled.
"Do you, uh, do you cook for the hotel?" Jeff asked.
"No, silly, the hotel has a chef," said Tracy. "I help Suzette blow up the air mattresses when the hotel is really full."
"Tracy has some of the strongest lungs in town," Janice said matter-of-factly. "She can generate higher pressure than most of us. Certainly more than me."
"Oh, come on, you're pretty strong yourself," Tracy said, and looked at Jeff. "She can blow up a hot water bottle to bursting, you know. One of the big ones."
"Once!" Janice said, "I did it once! And that's nothing compared to blowing a mattress rock-hard with a 250 pound man lying on it."
Jeff felt something cool on the head of his penis, and looked down in a panic. His erection had grown so big that the head of his cock was now poking out of his waistband.
"Oh, look what you've done to my poor little boyfriend!" Tracy said.
"He doesn't look very little to me," Janice said, staring.
There was another tremendous BANG from behind the door to the balloon practice room.
"Sounds like Megan's getting on alright," said Tracy. "Come on, let's put this poor boy out of his misery." She took Jeff's hand and led him back toward the door that said EXERCISE ROOM.
Jeff expected to find exercise equipment, and he supposed that's what he was looking at... but not the kind you'd find in an ordinary hotel. The walls were covered with shelves holding balloons of every shape and size, plus boxes and boxes of colorful latex inflatables. Half a dozen air mattresses sat on the floor, each with a life-size (and, Jeff assumed, life-weight) mannequin laying on it. One wall held racks of eye protection equipment, and on the opposite wall was the largest sousaphone Jeff had ever seen. He wondered how anyone could carry it, let alone play it.
Of course, Jeff thought. Here in Balloonville, you don't exercise your body. You exercise your lungs.
Janice followed them into the room and closed the door behind her.
"So, is this going to be a tag-team effort?" she asked Tracy. "A little two-girl action?"