Tags: Belly Inflation, Breast Inflation, Hourglass Inflation, Female Inflation
Text: It was another slow day at the Meadows Kennel and Grooming facility. Tiffany, the new twenty-four year old dog groomer, only had four animals to groom and would probably be able to go home early. Tiffany had long brown hair (which she kept in a ponytail), and vivid green eyes. She was about 5' 7'', had a pretty face, and had a curvy body. Tiffany also had no reservations about showing off her body, because it often meant larger tips. Today she was wearing a tight white T-shirt that revealed her busty figure, as well as a tight pair of faded jeans. She was single, so any extra money she could get was worthwhile. She was the only person back in grooming today, and there was only one person working back in kennel. The kennel worker was a young man of twenty, named Vincent. Vincent was a good-looking kid, 6'1'', athletic, and seemed to have a lot going for him. Unfortunately, he was not very good with women and always felt awkward around girls he liked. With Tiffany it was no different. He often had trouble speaking near her and even had a hard time making eye contact. What Vincent didn't know was that Tiffany liked him and had flirted with him on several occasions. Vincent had finished walking most of the dogs back in kennel, and was looking for things to do. Suddenly, there was a page over the P.A. system.
"Hey Vince. Could you come back here and give me a hand with this grooming dog?"
Vincent walked over to the receiver and responded, "Yeah. Sure."
He made his was through the lobby and into grooming. When he reached the grooming room, he saw Tiffany and the dog she apparently needed help with. The dog couldn't have weighed more than thirty pounds.
"Somehow I thought the dog would be a little larger." Vincent said.
Tiffany just laughed. "Yeah. I was just getting bored and wanted somebody to talk to, plus I know how much you like corgis ( author's note: a corgi is a type of dog). You busy back in kennel?"
Vincent stirred a little bit. "No, it's actually pretty light back there today."
Tiffany lifted the small dog on the table and began to groom it. The dog seemed to almost enjoy being groomed, a rarity indeed. Tiffany decided to keep the conversation going.
"So I've been here almost a month now and we've never really talked that much. Tell me about yourself. You have a girlfriend?"
Vincent blushed a little bit, "No, not right now. I've been looking though."
"Maybe you haven't been looking hard enough. Someone like you should have no problem getting a girl."
She continued brushing and clipping the corgi's fur. She came across an area that didn't seem clean.
"Crap! That lazy bather. She didn't get all the poop out of Peanut's (the dogs name) fur. Now I have to go bathe it again."
Tiffany smiled and winked at Vincent.
"Help me bathe this dog; you never know it could be vicious."
Vincent followed Tiffany into the bathing room. It was a relatively small room with an area of tiles where the dogs were bathed. There were also several cages around the perimeter of the room where the dogs were kept until they were dry enough to be groomed.
Tiffany walked over to the tile area, grabbed the hose and began to bathe the dog. Once again the dog seemed to like this. This was one happy dog. Tiffany continued to talk to Vincent as she bathed Peanut.
"So tell me Vince, what do you look for in a girl?"
Vincent was visibly nervous now. He had a crush on Tiffany, and physically she was his dream girl. He didn't want to just describe her, fearing she might catch on. He decided to stall for time.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean like what sort of features do you like on a girl? Like what color hair."
Vincent replied, "Dark hair, preferably long."
"Do you like taller or shorter girls?"
Vincent was sweating a little now, "It doesn't really matter to me, as long as they are shorter than me."
Tiffany knew Vincent was getting distressed, so she decided to give him a bit of a breather before her big finale. She was determined to let him know that she liked him too. By now, she had finished washing the dog and just had to dry it. She placed the dog on the drying table and reached for the dryer to turn it on.
The dryer resembled a vacuum cleaner in a way. It was about a foot-long cylinder (with about a 6-inch diameter) with a hose that attached to the front of the machine. The hose was about five feet long and had a nozzle like that of a fire hose which served to focus the blast of air so the dog could be dried a lot more quickly.
The dryer scared the dog badly and it began to attempt to run away. This was to no avail though, because the dog had been leashed and tied to a hook. Tiffany and Vincent stood there in silence for a few moments as she finished drying the dog. Finally she was done.
"The little guy didn't enjoy that part of the groom so much" Tiffany said.
She let Peanut off-lead and it bolted to the door, waiting to be let out of the bathing room. Tiffany decided to continue her inquisition.
"Tell me Vince, do you like skinny girls, fat girls, or somewhere in the middle."
Nervously, Vincent replied, "... I actually like a girl with curves, with kind of a voluptuous figure."
Tiffany smiled. "So do you find me attractive?"
Vincent was shocked. He had absolutely no idea what to say.
Tiffany laughed. "It's ok. I think you're cute. You're just the nice guy I need to date for a change."
She continued. "What do you think of my rack? Most guys seem to like it."
Vincent looked at Tiffany's D-cup breasts tightly hugging her tight white T-shirt and uneasily said, "I would say they're perfect."
Tiffany wryly smiled. "What if I told you that I could make them bigger?"
Before Vincent had a chance to respond, Tiffany stuck the hose from the dryer in her mouth and switched the device on. Immediately the air rushed into her mouth, filling out her cheeks.
"MMMmmph!!" was the only noise she could make.
Vincent was surprised by how much this was turning him on, but all he could do was watch as Tiffany inflated.
Tiffany's cheeks were now the size of cantaloupes and her chest began heaving out as a result of the air filling her up. Her already tight T-shirt began to rise as her breasts swelled. Tiffany's stomach became exposed as her shirt rose up to cover her swelling breasts. She steadily grew from D-cup to F-cup until she was at least a JJ-cup. Her breasts remained perky though because of the air she was pumping into herself. Right as it seemed her shirt couldn't hold anymore, the influx of air seemed to concentrate on her hips. Tiffany began filling out her already tight jeans. Her hips kept bulging until it seemed the seams of the jeans were ready to burst. Suddenly the button on her jeans popped off, firing across the room. Vincent kept staring at her beautiful figure. He liked curves, and this was certainly something she was excelling in at the moment. Tiffany was currently the epitome of an hourglass figure.
Her incredibly tight shirt and jeans prevented any further inflation in those areas, but now her stomach began to fill up. It slowly bulged out, causing more stress on her jeans, but they still held on. Tiffany went from having a slight inflated pot-belly to looking like she was pregnant. As best she could, she grabbed Vincent's hand and made him feel her swelling stomach. She kept inflating for what seemed like hours, until her stomach was larger than a beach ball. Finally, it looked like she couldn't take anymore. She, with some difficulty, reached up and removed the hose from her mouth. Her puffed cheeks were the only part of her body to release air. She sexily looked at Vincent who was quivering from his excitement.
"What do you think of my body now, after I showed you my talent?"
Vincent was so turned on by the whole experience that he didn't know what to say. But it was clear to everyone in the room that he had enjoyed this a lot.