Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation
Text: I couldn't believe that Helia wanted to come back to Texas with me. Summer in New York was pleasant for me, but a New York girl experiencing a Texas summer? But Helia paid for the ticket out of her own money, so I guess I couldn't complain much.
"Ooooo, we're gonna have such fun, Strig," cooed Helia, "I've never been to Texas before. This should be fun."
"There's not that much to do, where I'm from Helia," I said, "You'll just get bored."
"I won't get bored," replied Helia, as she settled into her seat, " I can always find something to do." She asked the stewardess for a pillow, and began to nap as the plane took off. As the plane gained altitude, I watched as Helia slept. As the air pressure dropped, Helia began to slowly get bigger. Her breasts and belly swelled slightly filling out her seat and the space in front of her.
Helia slept soundly until the plane landed. As the plane descended, Helia's generous measurements returned to their normal 68GG. As the plane's wheels touched the runway, Helia woke with a start. She stretched and gave a big yawn, as the captain announced our arrival in Dallas. "Did anything happen while I was asleep?" asked Helia.
"No," I replied, "Not for you anyway."
We caught the commuter plane back to San Angelo, and landed a little after three in the afternoon. "How will I recognize your dad?" asked Helia.
"You remember that Uresei Yatsura tape I rented at your place?" I asked her. Helia nodded. "Well my dad looks a lot like Onsen Mark."
Helia giggled furiously as we left the airport. Outside in the parking lot, my dad was waiting beside his Mustang, a palomino-colored hatchback. "How was the trip?" Dad asked.
"It was interesting to say the least," I replied.
"Yes," said Helia, "Travel is a great way to expand one's knowledge." She burst into giggles as I loaded her bags into the back of the Mustang.
We had a lot of fun that night, I treated Helia to a movie that wouldn't be showing in her hometown, and after the movie was over, she beat me two out of three times at my favorite video game in the theatre arcade. After the game was over, she arched her back and stretched, a very impressive sight, and asked if I would take her back to the house.
At the house Helia took a long shower, and dressed in some high necked satin pajamas with an unusual cut to the fabric. "Maternity PJ's?" asked my mom.
"They have a better fit for someone with my condition," said Helia, patting her overly full bosom. Mom left it at that, as Helia retired for the evening. The combination of the date plus jet lag must have taken a lot out of her, because I heard her snoring almost immediately after her head hit the pillow.
The next day, Helia was still halfway wiped out as she emerged from her room. She went into my bathroom, and started rummaging around in her overnight bag when she cried: "Oh no!"
"What's wrong, Helia?" I asked sticking my head in the door.
"I forgot my multivitamins," replied Helia despairingly, "I'm gonna be a mess if I don't take them. What am I gonna do, Strig.?"
"Umm, wait a minute, I have something," I said. I opened my medicine cabinet and pulled out a large bottle of caplets, and handed two of them to Helia. "These help me when I don't feel up to snuff in the morning," I explained. Helia took the two caplets, and washed them down with a glass of water. As I went out of the bathroom, Helia got out the bottle and took four more of the caplets, but I didn't know this then.
I had my own little sports car at the time, but considering the car's size and Helia's generous assets, I borrowed one of Norvell Allen's Cadillac convertibles for today's little jaunting. Helia had asked if I would take her shopping, and I said I would. "You just tell me where you want to go," I said, "And I will take you there."
I put the top down, started the engine, and pulled out of the driveway. As we drove around for a while, I noticed Helia adjusting her shoulder strap. "Is something wrong?" I asked. Helia shook her head a bit. "It's probably the heat," said Helia, "I sometimes expand a little when it gets hot like this. I won't get much bigger." Helia leaned the seat back and raised her arms above her head to stretch. "It's a lovely day," she said, pulling some slack into her belt. We stopped at a music store on Knickerbocker and bought some CD's to listen to. I looked for a couple of Pink Floyd CD's I wanted and Helia looked for something to her taste. Maybe a classic rock fan like me.
I glanced over at Helia to see what she had picked out. I couldn't be sure, but her top looked a little tight on her for some reason. "Helia are you alright," I asked.
"Yeah," she replied, "Why?"
"You look a little full, that's all," I explained.
"I told you, it's the heat," said Helia, "You should have seen what happened one time at a tanning salon. I got wedged in the tanning bed for over an hour." She giggled.
Back in the car, Helia leaned back in the seat and stretched. She asked if I knew of any place to get a decent meal. I took her to one of my favorite pizza, places all you can eat for five bucks. By my standards it was a bargain.
Helia wasn't the picky eater that I was, she tried everything on the buffet, and even a few things I wouldn't try. I could never see the attraction of pineapple and Canadian bacon myself, but when she asked for jalapeno and pepperoni, I was tempted to run out and buy her the biggest bottle of antacid I could find. Heartburn City.
As Helia left her seat to go to the restroom, I noticed her belly was sticking out a little bit from under her top. I didn't think much of it, until she came back. This time I could see the bottom of her navel sticking out from under the fabric of her top. She helped her self to two more slices of thick crust Meat Monster Pizza before we left. As we got into the Cadillac, all of Helia's navel was exposed.
"This is more than just the heat, Helia," I said with some concern. "How do you mean?" Helia replied.
"Well most of the stores that we went into had air conditioning," I explained, "You should have shrunk down a little, but your still blowing up."
"You're right, I am getting a little big," said Helia, pulling her top down over her belly "Even with the heat, I never got this big."
As we pulled out of the lot, Helia's belly continued to balloon up, as did her breasts. As I turned onto Sherwood, we passed the Holsome Bakery, a thought hit me. "Helia," I said, "Did you take anymore of those pills from my medicine cabinet?"
"Yes I did," answered Helia, "I didn't think they were as good as my vitamins, so I took a few more."
"How many more?"
"Umm, three or four," said Helia.
"No wonder you're blowing up," I said, "Didn't you read the label on the bottle?" Helia shook her head. "I couldn't, it was torn," she said, "Why what are in those tablets?"
"They're Brewer's Yeast," I said, halfway serious. I couldn't help but laugh at the situation. "Helia, you're rising like a loaf of bread."
"Oh no!" Helia cried. Slowly, but steadily, her belly surged forth and grew towards her knees. Helia gave a short squeal. "There's not enough room up here," she said, "I'm gonna have to get in the back." Helia had a difficult time getting in the back with her belly the size it was, but finally she managed to get over the seat. She laid down in the back seat and tried to relax. "Hoo boy," she said, "This has never happened to me before."
As the time got close to noon, we found ourselves in a slight traffic jam. The sun began to shine down into the back seat and onto Helia's exposed belly. "Strig," she cried, "It's happening again." I looked in the back to see Helia's breasts and belly grow full and tight as yeast began to make more bubbles inside of her. Her belly slowly swelled to the size of a beach ball. Bigger and bigger she grew, as the warm sun-heated up the carbon dioxide bubbles inside her belly. Helia's shoulders thighs began to grow thick and round as well, becoming cone-like.
Helia's belly and breasts began to rise over the top of the Cadillac's back seat for every one to see. Suddenly an opening turned up in the traffic jam. I revved the engine and turned into a side street that I knew would get us home quickly.
Helia began to get bigger than the Violet from Willy Wonka. As I passed the house I turned right on the next street and pulled into the alley behind my house. I then did the only thing that made any sense. I opened the back gate, and tossed Helia into the pool. She drifted through the air, and landed lightly on the water's surface
"What did you that for?" she asked.
"Sorry, I panicked," I said, " I thought it would be the best place to hide you until you deflated."
"Good idea," she said.
"Can I get you anything?" I asked as she floated over to the side of the pool.
"How about some suntan lotion and a pair of sunglasses," she said, "As long as I'm here, I might as well work on my tan."
"Okay," I said, "Anything else?"
"A tall glass of water?"
"Right."
I helped Helia strip down to the French-cut Lycra bikini she was wearing beneath her clothes. I then hung her clothes on the fence to dry, and then went into the house to get Helia's things. I returned wearing a bathing suit. "Sunglasses," I said slipping them over her cute nose, "Water," I set that in front of her and slipped a long bendy straw between her lips.
"Thanks," she said, as she began to suck up the water through the straw. As she did this, I poured sunscreen on her swollen body and rubbed it into her soft skin. I then oiled her legs and, with some discretion, the top of her bust. "You can touch them," she said, when she saw me blush, "Your doing me a favor." I finally settled on putting the oil in her hand and then guiding it to each swollen breast.
"You're sweet, Strig," said Helia, "I don't find that kind of modesty often. I guess that's one of the reasons I like you. You don't want my body, you just want me." Before I knew it, she had hold of my arms, and hauled me upon to her swollen belly. Before I could do anything, she said: "Relax, I don't mind being a pool toy, in fact I kind of like it. It keeps my hair out of the water." I saw what she meant.
My weight off set her buoyancy so that rather than laying on the water, it was more like she was sitting on it. "It's a nice day to go swimming," said Helia. I laid my head on her swollen belly. Without really thinking about it, I heard a sort of fizzing sound. At first I thought it was just the water in my ears. Then it hit me, water, you mix yeast with water to get the CO2 bubbles. I looked at Helia just as I realized why she wanted the glass of water. "Or for a balloon ride," she said with a grin that belonged on an Irish girl that loved to steal kisses from innocent boys.
As I felt Helia continue to swell in my arms, she began to giggle girlishly. As warm gas filled in Helia's bulk floated us off the water's surface, I realized what it was that I liked about Helia. No matter what the circumstances, she could always rise to any occasion.
AFTER WORDS by Helia
I must say that my visit with Strig was fun as well as relaxing. Something about Texan hospitality. I left his beautiful state with a ten gallon hat and a new ten gallon brassiere along with a ten gallon blouse and ten gallon pants. Thanks Strig!
I also must say that in the warmer months you can find me in a pool or near the lake. I love to swim or, as often as it happens, float about on the water, soaking in the warm yellow rays of the sun, being rubbed down with lotion or oil (of course, in a more inflated state I need additional hands to assist).
I like to keep inflated during the summer months. If not my whole body I typically keep my breasts at a rotund round and incredibly bouncy size. I have a set of Lycra bikinis that will stretch to nearly any size. Every once in a while a suit gets old and I simply will "blow" out of it ending up standing there in the water with my giant life-preservers hanging off my chest or billowing up to my chin.
So, if you see a very busty girl hanging out in the local wading pool or lake, and a moment later you see her boobs expand and blast out her swimsuit top...be a dear and head over with a quart of suntan lotion and oil me up, won't you?