Tags: Breast Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation
Text: I stepped into the doctor's office, passing the people sitting in the waiting room reading all the dog-eared old issues of Redbook and Sports Illustrated. Heads snapped up and eyes gazed upon me as I strolled in. My rather large 82-inch American beauties in the blue stretch top I was wearing did a little sway and jiggle dance for my audience as I moved up to the receptionists window. My cute little butt was packed in stretchy denim-like pants.
The etched window, looking like it was frosted over, slid open before I even gave it a knock. The intern that sat behind the window looked at my boobs that I propped up on the windowsill then up to my face. She was an older gal, probably in her late 40's. I'd seen her before and she knew me well. The name tag above her left breast read: Nancy Ternip. She didn't act amazed or freaked at all upon seeing probably the biggest pair of breasts of the Midwest staring her back.
"Hello, Helia. Please take a seat. Dr. Orwell will see you in a moment," Nancy said taking up a clipboard beside her and putting a check mark in a small box with my name beside it.
"Thanks," I said removing myself and my giant bosoms from the sill. I went and took a seat between an old woman and a little boy. The old woman just looked at my jutting jugs and huffed in disgust. Whatever. That didn't bother. The little boy stared wide eyed at my chest. Probably a future breastman. Good for him.
"Miss Melonowski?" a nurse said popping her head out of the open door that led from the waiting room to the examination rooms. "The doctor will see you now."
I got out of my seat, pushing myself up. My boobs were pretty heavy and it was always a little awkward to stand at first.
I walked through the door and followed the nurse down a narrow hallway. She stopped and opened the door to the fourth room down the hall. "Have a seat on the examination table. The doctor will be in shortly," the nurse smiled briefly looking at my big boobs then leaving the room, closing the door behind her.
I hopped up on the examination table, the sanitary paper table dressing crumpled beneath my bottom. I waited in the small cool room. My nipples started to stiffen as a shiver ran down my spine. I hated these rooms. You'd think they could heat them just a tad.
A moment later the door opened and Dr. Orwell strolled into the room pulling a air cylinder behind him. "Hello, Helia. How are you? Happy to see me I see," the good doc chuckled noticing my fat nipples poking up against the blue material of my top looking like I had stuffed shot glasses under my shirt.
"I'm fine," I responded. Doc Orwell was a man in his early sixties. He kind of looked like Sean Connery but didn't have the Scottish accent. Still, he was kind of cute for an older guy but our relationship was strictly doctor-patient.
"You called regarding some problems with your breasts," the doc said as he slid the air tank up against the side of the examination table.
"Yeah...well...it's not like there is a problem. Lately my breasts have been really heavy and my little inflation condition doesn't seem to keep me...well...supported enough to help the situation," I explained placing my little hands on the tops of my jutting bosoms.
The good doctor unraveled a oxygen mask from the tank along with its connected plastic tubing. "Well, my dear, you are in luck. Recently a company called SIEVIDAN contacted me...I guess they heard of you and your plight...with a new gas they thought you might want to try. In fact, it might be used to enhance any woman according to their reports."
"Oh goody! I get to be a guinea pig again!" I said as I scooped up the oxygen mask.
"Er...yes, but we must only administer a little bit of the gas. It is very powerful stuff according to the Sievidan Company." Doc Orwell said. "It is called SHELIUM and it is intended to make the most flat-chested unshapely woman...well...more voluptuous."
"Kewl!" I said.
"Oops. I forgot my notepad. I'll be right back," he said and slipped out of the room.
I put the oxygen mask over my nose and mouth and felt down at my side for the release valve handle. I figured I'd just intake a little of the stuff and see how it effected me. Gripping the handle I gave it a small twist and was surprised when a huge gust of the gas blasted through from the tank, through the tubes, into the mask and down my nose and throat. My lungs felt ready to burst as my chest out thrust forward. I fumbled with the handle and it took me a few seconds to shut off the gas flow.
"Oh poo!" I said dropping the mask and slapping my hands to my boobs again. I was comforted with the fact they weren't suddenly blowing up like blimps right here and now.
Doctor Orwell stepped back into the room with a big yellow notepad. "Ready, my dear?"
"Er...I..."
He put the mask to my face.
"Doc, I..."
"I think about a 10 second burst should be more than enough," the good doc smiled and reached to the air tank release handle.
I gasped and my boobs thrust up again as a blast of the gas rushed into me. The doctor seemed surprised also by the sudden huge rush of the gas from the tank. He fumbled with the handle then jerked, holding his hand up holding onto the handle. "Oops!" he said as he quickly slapped the handle back down to the little gizmo it attached to.
He got the handle back on the thing and shut the gas flow off...a good thirty seconds later. "I'm awfully sorry, Helia. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," I said...and really! I felt fine.
"Hmmm, well, it will be interesting to see how the Shelium effects you. Obviously it isn't a spontaneous reaction."
We waited a few minutes and nothing happened.
"It doesn't seem like anything is happening. Maybe we should try somemore," the doc said as he lifted the mask to my face.
"Maybe..." I was cut off as another burst of gas blasted into me. The doc pulled the mask away and stood there looking at my boobs.
We waited again.
"Well, seems like this stuff doesn't work. I've tried it on a few other girls...none quite your size...with similar results." Doc Orwell said shrugging his shoulders. "Oh well, I will presribe the usual medication to temporarily get your condition to kick in overdrive and hopefully that will help your weighty chest problem."
"Great," I replied rather breathless after ingesting all that gas.
"I'll have the nurse get you a few pills to take now then you can head out."
"Thanks, doc," I smiled as he jotted some stuff down in his notebook then left the room, wheeling the air tank out with him.
The nurse stepped in a few minutes later and gave me some pills and a glass of water. Once taken, I slid off the examination table and followed her out the door, starting down the narrow hallway towards the waiting room.
"Did everything go well?" the nurse asked walking in front of me.
"It went..." Suddenly I felt a huge pressure within my boobs, within my entire body.
"What was that?" the nurse asked stopping and turning around.
I grabbed my boobs as they began to swell up. I quickly released my growing tits as I grabbed my asscheeks. They were swelling also. Then I ran my hands around to my belly that was growing outward rounder and rounder. My blue stretch top thrust outward, expanding with my inflating boobs and growing belly.
"Oh gosh! Help me! I've never felt like this!" I cried as my boobs and butt and tummy swelled bigger and bigger.
"Oh my! I'd get the doctor but you are blocking the way!" the nurse exclaimed.
Suddenly the pressure in my tummy shifted. There seemed to e a rush of...something...which flowed into my chest and butt making them jump out...
...then stop.
"Oh my goodness! Look at me! I'm huge!" I cried trying to will myself to deflate a little. Both my even larger boobs and now gigantic butt were wedging me against the hallway walls. My little mental exercise did nothing to bring me down to size where I could move.
"Holey Smokes! Helia!" I heard the doctor behind me.
"Doc, do something! I'm stuck!" I told him.
Several minutes later, with the assistance of the doctor and a few nurses and interns, I awkwardly made my way out of the doctor's office. My ass and boobies were gigantic. My chest measured a whopping 212 inches and my waist measured a healthy 72 inches. The doctor wasn't sure what my mediation and mix of new Shelium would do to me. He suggested I get together with some of the other female patients who had been given the Shelium and see how and if it had effected them the same way.
Little was I to know that the Shelium gas would soon exaggerate my inflationary condition and increase me to dimensions beyond anything I had ever experienced.