We interupt you useual viewing to bring you a simple popping story. warning gorey.
first attempt at one. here we go.......

Crazy Ivan.

Part one: Crazy Ivan has some fun

In an apartment of an old and battered tower block a man is working hard, carefully wiring up a strange device. In the room around him is a variety of electronics, packing crates and gas tanks, the man grabs a Philips screw drive and continues his work, he is about 6’2 pale man, clean-shaven with long black hair and wears a pair of silver spectacles. He is wearing an orange novelty prison shirt, black jeans, some blank dog tags and a black pair of steel toe capped boots. Sighing he stands producing several loud cracks from his back and he thuds his way to the kitchen of his small apartment, it was a 4-room apartment. The kitchen, bathroom, bedroom and a main room, the entire place was in a state of disrepair, the floorboards were plain to see and the walls were plain dry wall, not a lick of paint to be seen, the kitchen however was spotless and perfect but also resembled a science lab with hundreds of filled beakers and test tubes. Grabbing a carton of milk and a loaf of bread he heads back to the main room and sits back down in front of his project. Ripping a chunk out of the loaf with his teeth he smiles, the project was a bomb, two tubes of black liquid at the back, battery pack and timer all strapped to each other with expert precision. Leaning back he downs the milk carton and tosses it aside before reaching under the table he was working at and pulling up a rucksack which clinked loudly, opening it he reveals two gas tanks with nozzles, he smiled at the sight and closed it again. Standing he opens the side pockets of the bag to reveal a variety of tightly packed devices all of which resembled bombs, closing it again he slings the rucksack on his back and presses a button on his most recent project.

Outside he calmly walks down the street towards a bus stop as his Apartment building explodes in a flash of blue and yellow flames, collapsing in a spray of rubble, dust and the scream of the occupants that weren’t killed in the blast. Giggling under his breath he passes the bus stop towards a back ally about one block down, when he got there a rather rugged a battered car waited for him, its black paintwork scuffed and battered. Getting in and starting the car that purred with a well-kept engine then he was off, heading for the uptown area still giggling and occasionally blurting out “Ka-boom”. Parking about one block down from his destination he slips on a I.D. tag and gets out slinging his rucksack back onto his shoulders again, humming happily apocalypse now theme music as he casually walks to an office building. Entering Via a rotating door he walks past the front desk smiling politely and saying “Nice day out, and were stuck behind desks” the woman at the desk grunts in reply and says “Yeah, very true Ivan” Ivan smiles “Oh I almost forgot, would you mind putting this behind the desk for me, the boss hates me bringing in packages” he pulls a package wrapped in brown paper and leans over winking at woman causing her to giggle “oh your so crazy Ivan, you’ve got to stop brining booze to work with you” Ivan shrugs playfully then walks to an elevator.

Rocking on the balls of his feet Ivan happily hums along with the music playing out of a small speaker on the ceiling and occasionally chuckling, there is a ping and he walks out into a casual office space, the cubicles all customized by the people who worked in them, even the managers office was brightly colored with a few exotic plants. A woman with dark brown hair and hazel eyes looks up and waves “Hey hey, it’s crazy Ivan” laughing he replies “and its my Husband Laura” she giggles at there private joke as he sets down what appears to be a large clock on her desk “don’t ask, it’s a surprise” he says then walks to his cubical, shrugging she goes back to work. As he walks he Places several more clocks around the place, causing his co-workers to look at him and mutter their amusement of his apparent insanity. Sitting he opens his desk and pulls out a gas mask, puts it on and starts to work, causing his co-workers to start laughing, he always did that on a Friday shift. A rather attractive secretary walks past him, her blood red hair falling down her back in a ponytail that reached her hips “I don’t know how you get any work done in that thing” she says as she walks past to the managers office. Suddenly an explosion rocks the building causing every one but Ivan to look around in confusion and concern. The explosion has decimated the first two floors, making it impossible to get in or out of the building due too the elevator shafts and emergency exits being destroyed, but the panic wasn’t over, suddenly all the clocks that Ivan has placed around the area started to leak out a red gas, causing everyone to scream and try to flee. But it was too late and they all feel into a deep sleep as Ivan giggled manically like a child in a candy store, stopping by the woman with red hair he smiles and opens his rucksack.

“Becky, wakey wakey” a voice calls out in the darkness as she slowly comes around, hers eyes lazily coming to rest on Ivan “wha hapnne?” she slurs at him and he smiles at her giggling for some reason. Wondering why she tries to move but can’t, panicking slightly she looks down and comes to see she was no longer thin but a ball, a massive ball of flesh about 8 foot in diameter, he clothes lying shredded all around her. Gasping and her hear racing she looks up to see fellow workers had received the same fate floating around the ceiling but had strange devices attached to where there belly buttons should be, Looking at Ivan she tries to say something but the notices her was holding a hose that was leading out of his rucksack and a small device that had a lot of wired sticking out of it. She gawked at him then felt a sharp pain as he as he rammed the device into her belly button, the wires sinking into her body to the gas that had filled her. Panicking thinking she was going to pop she screams but nothing happens and she whimpers “W-why?” Ivan then laughs like a mad man and strokes her inflated body gently “I like popping balloons” she looks at him, her eyes full of fear “Y-you wouldn’t….No…Noooooo” she whimpers, Ivan smiles and says in an emotionless voice “oh no?” he raises a hand with a needle in it up high “Noooo, pleeeease have mercy. Please, I wont …I wont tell anyone… please please don’t please” she pleads, tears starting to roll down her cheeks. “To late my dear. Goodbye” he plunges the needle down into her taught flesh but nothing happens, Becky looks up, tears still streaming from her eyes to see the needle had bent, it was rubber and Ivan was smiling smugly at her “Ka-Boom” he says like a happy child then walks off.

She watched him, utterly confused then saw where he was going; he was going towards Laura still laughing like a mad man. Laura lay unconscious on the floor as he flipped her over and ripped off her shirt to reveal her athletic form, he stops laughing and shoves the hose from he backpack into her belly button and twists a little valve on it causing gad to build up pressure against her skin then eventually the pressure becomes to much and it enters her. Sitting down and holding the hose in her with one hand he opens the bag to check the gas canisters pressure, tapping the meter her smiles “good good”, looking at the tanks he smiles “oxygen and hydrogen make big bang, rocket fuel” he says to himself in a matter of fact way. Becky stares at him before looking at herself, he had made her into a living bomb, hyperventilating she looks around “I don’t want to die…no…Please…someone help!!!” she screams through sobs of fear. Laura inflated nicely, her belly filling up first before the gas moved to her chest and hips, from there spreading to her limbs, there is aloud ripping noise and her clothes are slowly shredded as she become to large for them, her flesh squeaking and creaking as she grew larger and rounder. Eventually the gas tanks give out and Ivan looked down at them, tapping them and cursing “I wanted to make her go pop” he says in a insane and disappointed voice, shrugging her pulls the hose out of her and she floats to the ceiling. “No need for this anymore” he says and walks to a window and throws the gas tanks out of the bag and out the window, they plummeted at a ridiculous speed and struck one the fire trucks bellow which were attending to the damage his bomb had done, there’s is a click and suddenly the tanks detonate, spraying deadly shrapnel all around, decimating the rescue attempts by the emergency services. Ivan jumped up and down excitedly at the sound shouting at the top of his lungs “Ka-Boom Ka-Boom”. Regaining his composure he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a screwdriver and looks at Laura who was just waking up “time to go to sleep, forever!” he says manically and throws it at her before quickly pulling an umbrella from apparently nowhere.

The pointed end of screwdriver hit her, piercing her tightly stretched skin, she didn’t even have time to scream as she was overcome by an unimaginable pain. Cracks immediately spread from the point she had been struck, snaking their way all over her flesh as her skin ruptures from the pressure, the cracks then spread deeper, down into her muscle layers as they are torn apart as the skin no longer holds them together, then to her bones, as the muscles rip themselves off the bone it causes them to shatter and finally to her internal organs which all puff up and explode from the sudden release of pressure, completely unable to hold any form of pressure, all this happening in an explosive micro second. She explodes in a shower of blood, bone and fragments of torn apart flesh, covering the entire place with her remains, destroying any remaining windows and blowing the others who had been inflated into the walls of the building there dangerously close to bursting flesh squeaking and creaking as they hit the walls. Ivan lowers his umbrella smiling happily “Pop goes the lady” he says to the tune of pop goes the weasel, flicking bits of flesh from his umbrella he closes it then throws it out the window and it plummets down Spearing a reporter that had appeared to report on the supposed terrorist bombing of a company. Chuckling Ivan grabs Becky’s Foot which was barely there as she was practically a total sphere with the acceptance of her head and pulls to her towards a window despite her loud sobbing protests, then grabbing her other foot ran at and out of the broken window.

Using her like a parachute Ivan and Becky glided towards the building that was next to the one he was just in, landing with a thud of his heavy boots he smiles “this is where your usefulness ends” he says and lets her go. “What? Noooo” she screams as she float up at an astonishing rate, after a minute reaching a height of airplanes where the air is thin causing the pressure inside her to build, her flesh creaking with every foot she gained and a pain starting to build allover her skin. As she takes a breath to scream her skin bursts, her body being ripped apart before she could even let out a squeak, her flesh being spread around for miles and falling back to earth like paper. Back on the ground Ivan whistles as she explodes “that was a good balloon” as he says this he pulls out a remote detonator, walking to the roof access door he clicks the button. The devises attached to the poor inflated co-workers all started ticking in unison and they all started to scream as they knew this was the time they were going to die, suddenly a bell rings on one of them and the devises in unison all detonate the explosive mix of gasses within the people there were attached to, the people gave out there last gasps of terror as they all grew then exploded in a fiery blasts that leveled the building, causing sever damage to the buildings surrounding it and killing the rescue workers that were trying to save the one who had just detonated. Ivan calmly walks out the building and head for his car as police and fire trucks shoot past him and as a news reporter speak to a live broadcast camera “Today the fabled Crazy Ivan has struck again killing…” Chuckling to himself he drives off and says to himself “I got to get a new hobby” before laughing manically and putting on his favorite CD ……

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Well, I'm not a fan of GORY popping... But I still found this story entertaining. However, I was creeped out but the description of the actual pop... I wanna make friends with this Ivan guy though.

I'm more into the KABOOM and its over thing... But hay! Good work dude. :thumbsup:

Your comments have been noted. If I continue this story(which is in the event of 2 or 3 more comments) I will try to be less gory.

I may not like the gory, but this story wouldn't be what it is without the mess. I say leave the gore... I personally would just think of happy kittens when I get to that part.

you do realize Ivan would probably fill the kittens with TNT then blow them up right? hahaha *cough cough*

P.S. any surgestinos for appropriate music for Ivan?

"TNT" by AC/DC... I think...

Hmm good choice of music unles we want ricky martin's Living la vita locca with "she bandg she bang." Meh. Nice story and for a gore explosion it was done quite nicely. You avoided describing the mess of organs and left it to parts which was a good move. Got to say the descriptions are nice as well. I give it... an 8/10.

:D for a first attempt I must say that is a rediculosely good score to get.

I loved it. Not many people like that sort of inflation story.
I would love to invite Ivan to the Dark Abiss.(To teach some of my minions a lesson.) -_-

Give him some TNT he will do wjat you want :D well untill he lights the fuse. whats that? oh Ivan accepts...