Tags: Breast Inflation, Female Inflation
Text: Bob and Tina had discovered a sunken Spanish Maine!
As she swam through the wreckage, she hit her tank and broke off the pressure regulator. She tried to pull her mouthpiece out as the air rushed in, but she could not.
She felt pressure against her weight belt as her tummy started to protrude. It suddenly felt good. She tried to unhook her weight belt, but there was too much pressure. She could not pull the belt together in front to undo the hooks.
Now her boobs were growing, trying to explode out of her wet suit. She shivered with pleasure. Her boyfriend, seeing her dilemma, went to help.
He tried to get his hands under her belt for leverage, but the pressure was too great. He pulled out his shark knife, held it up in front of her mask. Her eyes were rolling in their sockets, but not out of pain. He put the blade under her belt and pulled. When the belt released its restraint she doubled in size!
And she was getting bigger!
Afraid she would rush to the surface and get the bends, he lashed her to the mast. She fought him at first, but realized he would not be doing anything to hurt her and stopped.
And she got bigger and bigger. Her nipples got sensitive and she reached up to rub them.
Ecstasy.
Now her boobs were trying to push out through the webbing of her tank harness. He could see her nipples through her wet suit. As he got the knife under the straps to cut them, her stomach ballooned out between the top and bottom pieces of her wet suit. Once the tank straps were cut her gut stopped expanding, but then her melons started.
He stopped breathing for a moment as she started sliding up the mast. The lashing around her waist caught on a rope mount and she stopped. Her hips had blown up enough to keep her from slipping out of the lashing. He started breathing again and turned his attention to her. He had to swim around her liferafts to reach the mouthpiece.
Now she fought him with a fury. The sensation in her ballooning blimps was almost too much to handle. She was in heaven. And she wanted more. She wanted to be as big as a house. She wanted to be as big as her Spanish Maine. She wanted to be as big as the ocean. And nobody was going to stop her!
He had to relent. Then he felt the deck move under his feet. It was rising. She was raising the galleon! And still she got bigger!
Her flippers popped off as her feet stretched the rubber belt holding them past their limits. He kept trying to get to her mouthpiece as they rose to the surface. She kept fighting him off.
The water pressure diminished as they rose. She expanded even faster. Her wet suit, stretched to its limit, split down the legs and up the arms. Her butt split open and flesh spilled out. The suit split farther and farther until there was nothing to hold it and it fell off her and slowly settled to the ocean floor.
They broke the surface and he swam over to her. "Let me help you!" he cried, again reaching for the mouthpiece. Her response was muffled by the air rushing into her. She wanted to fight him, but could no longer flex her arms. He pulled and pulled, but the mouthpiece would not budge. Her heart jumped for joy when she realized he could not get it out of her mouth.
And still she ballooned farther.
He swam to the dual inboard motorboat, then swam back to the galleon with a rope. He watched her hooters get even more humongous as he with each stroke. He tied the rope to the mount on the mast, then swam back to their boat. Not removing his gear, he started the engines and headed for shore. The galleon hit a sand bar before the motorboat reached shore. He gunned the engines to make sure it would not slip back into the sea.
He swam back over to the galleon. Two hot air balloons swayed in the breeze. The deck sat at an angle, but he was able to get across to her.
"You okay?" he asked, knowing full well she was not. The hiss of rushing air had stopped and the mouthpiece slipped easily from her lips. "Bringing it up is definitely worth a sixty share of whatever we've got here," he said hoping humor would ease the tension.
She nodded her head. A starry gaze in her eyes.
He took his knife to cut the lashes holding her to the mast. Slipping twice, he took off his gear to lessen his weight. It slid to her bloated side. She reached for it. She found his mouthpiece and picked it up. He jumped to stop her as she bit down on his mouthpiece, but the rope mount caught his tank strap.
She swung the tank against the bottom of the mast, breaking off the pressure regulator. He saw her smile as the sound of hissing air filled his ears.