Tags: Breast Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Clean Popping, decompression, helium
Text: "Do you think women are still portrayed by the media as sex objects?"
"Well all it takes to answer that question is to look at these pneumatic bimbos they have in porn magazines." Germaine took such a magazine from her satchel and tossed it onto the table to prove her point. It fell open at a page showing Kayla Kleavage Evans, BB Gunns, Chelsea Charms and Minka posing in skimpy bikini's on some random beach, Emmeline glanced momentarily at the filth placed in front of her before giving it a disgusted look and sweeping it onto the floor. She had become used to seeing such images and despite being secretly lesbian had no interest in such demeaning propaganda. Germaine was much more her type; energetic, full of political verve and committed to her cause, not to mention beautiful; a kind of beauty that came only from nature, this girl didn't need make-up let alone cosmetic surgery. Long auburn hair, well boned facial features and dark blue eyes that always seemed to be wide open and focused intensely on the person she was talking to. Of course she'd never find a boyfriend; she was far too idealistic, in search of the perfect man; if only she weren't so damned heterosexual.
Germaine looked at the clock above the sofa, it was 4 in the morning, another night spent awake debating with Emmeline. Emmeline was certainly strongly against the objectification of women in the media, among other women's liberal issues but always seemed less than enthused about the action to back up her ideas. What she needed was something more drastic which would have an immediate effect. Germaine picked the magazine up from off the floor and was about to take it to the bin when something in the article that accompanied the photograph of the porn stars caught her eye. 'Hi-tech implants will enable the girls to become bigger that even our wildest dreams'. 'disgusting' she thought, but read on.
The New Physique Centre in Cheshire, England is pioneering a new type of breast implant filled with liquid helium under high pressure which will be much lighter that saline or silicone implants enabling porn stars to carry much larger mammaries than ever thought possible. Helium filled implants are also much safer as any leaks will just release inert helium gas which will not damage the body's tissue in the way other substances do. The girls will fly out by private plane from Austin in two weeks time and large crowds of avid fans are expected to assemble when they return a week later.
"Have you seen this?" Germaine asked Emmeline, "helium filled implants."
"Meh" replied Emmeline "Whatever will they think of next?"
"But listen, it says hear they are experimental, the girls are taking a huge risk in having them done, what if it all goes wrong?" Germaine accompanied this last question with a suggestive nod.
"What if someone was to sabotage the treatment, then they'd get their comeuppance and the feminist movement would score a huge victory over the media".
"You mean" said Emmeline, "We could be the saboteurs?"
"Exactly, you study chemistry, how could you sabotage a liquid helium implant?"
Emmeline thought about this, she had never seen Germaine grasp an idea and run with it like this before, it was hugely exciting for her.
"Well helium is an inert gas, it should be pretty safe, provided the pressure doesn't drop too low, but there little chance of..." Emmeline paused and pondered something.
"The plane, they didn't think of that. I bet their little private jet will be flying at low altitude, because if they go too high, the pressure will drop below safe levels and well... their breasts will blow up like balloons until they explode!" So Emmeline and Germaine found themselves at Liverpool John Lennon Airport, Britain, waiting at the airport for signs of the four porn stars arriving from Austin. Over the past two weeks they had masterminded a plan using Emmeline's technical knowledge and Germaine's cunning; they would kidnap the plane's flight crew and fly the plane back themselves, taking it to a much higher altitude than the girls' implants could take. At ten thirty in the morning the small plane arrived and the four big breasted models emerged into the airport terminal followed by three flight crew and a small band of paparazzi.
"Why on earth would they want to be any bigger than they already are?" mused Emmeline, casting her eyes distastefully over Chelsea Charms' already over-ample bosom as it bounced by, closely followed by Chelsea herself.
"I suppose that's what is meant by economies of scale" replied Germaine, "the greater the product the more feasible the enterprise."
The quartet of big breasted women stopped for a few 'tasteful' before shots, showing off their voluminous cleavages, pressing them up against things, against each other and generally looking very uncomfortable before disappearing out the doors and into a waiting limousine; there was a light hearted moment as Kayla struggled to squeeze her massive mammaries into the car and then they were gone.
The flight crew, a pilot, a co-pilot and a stewardess, remained in the terminal building, for a quick coffee before heading through a door signed 'Changing Rooms – Flight Personnel Only'.
"Now's our chance!" said Germaine. The limo ride was uncomfortable, even the upmarket Rolls-Royce didn't have enough room for the four girls' prime assets. Chelsea spent the entire thirty minute journey with her boobs pressed right up against BB's. When the stately home in the middle of the Cheshire countryside came into view she was relieved to see it looked very luxurious, everything she'd expected England to be, shame all their cars were so small. The chauffeur opened the door and the girls squeezed themselves out in much the same manner that they got in. They were greeted by an elderly lady who introduced herself as Mrs Thomas and led them to their rooms. The treatment would be tomorrow morning and they would then stay another day in the manor before flying back to Austin.
"I'm sure you'll find your stay here very relaxing" said Mrs Thomas in a soft Welsh accent as she left Chelsea in her room. "remember that if you need anything you only have to call me".
Chelsea considered why she and the other girls had come here. It was her agent who suggested it. 'If you want to stay big you have to get bigger' he had said. It was a speculative venture, there was a small risk involved, 'what if something went wrong, the implants had never been used before', but the advantages to their careers if all went well were phenomenal. There had been talks of a porn movie being shot including all four girls upon return to the USA, a movie whose budget would rival some of the big Hollywood blockbusters. It would silly for a star as 'big' as Chelsea to turn down such an opportunity.
The operation was very straightforward, no different in fact to every other boob job any of the girls had had, it was just the implants that were different. They had boosted her bust from a HH to a whopping KK, yet felt lighter than her previous implants.
"I hope the limo company knows how big we've all got" laughed Minka.
It turned out that they hadn't, the same limousine as before arrived to pick them up, Chelsea sighed at the prospect of the journey that lay ahead.
"Hey well at least when we try and get back out at the airport, the paparazzi will have a field day"
All the girls now had hugely inflated busts but Chelsea had the largest and the surgeon had told her it was possible she could be fitted with even larger implants later in the year. She felt her boobs pushing outwards, stretching to their limits the clothes that had been sent through especially from California; another misjudgement, though Chelsea suspected their agents knew exactly what they were doing. Getting into the limo was something of an ordeal, BB went first and her size J bust was simply too wide to fit through the door, she became stuck and a porter had to push her through from behind, when she finally burst into the limo she went sprawling over the place, landing rather precariously on her twin airbags. After the other girls followed in similar fashion there was barely room to breathe in the back of the limo and the chauffeur had problems shutting the door against Chelsea's right breast.
The paparazzi gathered at John Lennon airport were in for a treat as the chauffeur opened the limousine door and Chelsea Charms virtually burst out of the car. As the other girls squeezed out they were greeted by the sight of one huge pair of breasts after another pushing and heaving and eventually popping out of the car, quickly followed by a, rather slender in comparison, young woman. Chelsea walked through the terminal building to their gate, quite aware of the attention, or rather, her bouncing bosom was getting. At the gate they were greeted by two women who they didn't recognise.
"Hello", said one of the women "my name's Emmeline and I will be your captain for the return journey; Germaine will be your cabin attendant. The flight crew who brought you here were called away on other business so we have been brought in as replacements."
"OK" said Chelsea, "Well thanks for coming here are such short notice."
"You're welcome" replied Emmeline cordially, "I hope you have a pleasant flight."
The group boarded the Lear Jet, Chelsea was eager to get home, already thinking about the reception she would get. The flight was 12 hours and she hoped to get some sleep before arriving in Austin mid-afternoon local time.
"I hope my new boobies can take the flight" said BB.
"At least if we have to make an emergency landing we'll have these babies to cushion ourselves" quipped Kayla.
The girls were laughing at this joke as the plane took off, and within no time at all they were cruising at 10,000 feet, a lower altitude than normal, mainly because it was only a small plane, but partly because there were fears about exposing the girls' implants to low pressure at higher altitude. Germaine came through the cabin with champagne for the girls, the champagne had been spiked by Emmeline and Germaine with a sleeping drug, the first phase of the plot.
As they left England behind them, somewhere over Ireland Chelsea began to feel sleepy. 'That's odd' she thought, 'I had a good enough sleep last night'. She looked around the plane and saw Minka in the seat next to her already asleep and the other two opposite also looking drowsy.
"I don't think I'm gonna bother to stay up for the film" said Kayla.
"Yeah" added BB, "I'm feeling a bit tired too."
"I don't know why but I'm feeling the same" remarked Chelsea, "I mean it's not like we need the sleep or anything".
"Well" replied Kayla, "maybe it's just the jetlag setting in, we have had two flights in less than a week."
Emmeline's voice came over the intercom:
"We're currently flying over Northern Ireland girls, we were going to show Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, but since you've had a hard day we'll just dim the lights for you."
Chelsea, nodded to herself and sighed, the lights in the cabin went dimmed a bit and within a couple of minutes all the girls were asleep. When Chelsea awoke she noticed that he breasts were aching, she moaned a little and rubbed them. Her skin was feeling slightly tight. 'Ooooh' she though, 'this is strange, the surgeon didn't mention any after effects'. BB, sat opposite her rose to her feet to stretch, she was also smoothing her hands over her breasts.
"I don't know about you", said BB "but I swear my bosom has grown since we left England".
Chelsea ran her hand over her breasts again and squeezed them gently, feeling the pressure inside them.
"I think that mine have too" she said "and I'm feeling a little light headed"
Chelsea got out of her seat to walk around the plane's small cabin, Kayla too was now also awake and both her and BB were complaining that their breasts were aching and their skin feeling tight. Kayla cupped her bust with her hands and bounced them, she was about to say something when, without warning a button burst from her blouse.
"What was that" said Minka, having been awoken by the sound of Kayla's button. "Ohhh my boobs feel like they're being inflated" she said looking down.
Minka's bust was definitely increasing in volume and forcing her tracksuit to unzip, it rose through a couple of cup sizes and began to block her vision. She wasn't the only one, BBs breasts were also ballooning, she clasped her hands to her breasts and felt her blouse and her bra tightening, Kayla was the one in most trouble though. Kayla had staggered towards the cockpit door, her breasts had increased in size to about a JJ and she was struggling to take the extra capacity. Her blouse was staining against her expanding bust and making a creaking noise, 'Or was that her skin making the noise' thought Chelsea. BANG went another of Kayla's buttons, her bra was now fully exposed and digging into her skin where it was too small to hold her bulging mammaries.
"Oh my God!!" screamed Kayla, "There's no-one flying the plane..." she moaned and rubbed her hands over her breasts, which were now the size of a pair of beach balls "and I think I'm gonna explode!"
The other girls were now transfixed on Kayla, mouths agape with horror as they watched her standing by the cabin door, trying to squeeze her breasts back in, but it was futile, they surged outwards as the helium inside her implants expanded. Kayla began staggering around, unable to walk straight, or see ahead of her; her huge bust blocking her vision. Chelsea couldn't see much of this over her own giant bosom, but she could hear the commotion, she could hear a creaking sound coming from within Kayla, it sounded like she couldn't take much more.
"Ooooooh!" moaned Kayla, trying to rub her breasts, which were now so big that they blocked her face completely and she couldn't reach all the way round. Again a loud strained creak came from within her.
"Get back" shouted BB, "she's gonna blow!"
Kayla stumbled to her left, not seeing where she was going, she bumped into the wall of the cabin and bounced back, she fell over a seat as she stumbled backwards and landed on her arse.
"Nnngh!, Ugh!" she grunted as she tried in vain to get haul herself back to her feet, holding on tight to the seat's armrest.
There was a short, sharp pop, and a 'pshhh' sound came from inside her. Kayla squealed and grabbed her rear and stomach as they too inflated slightly, bulging beneath her jeans, her breasts inflated even faster and a loud creaking noise was heard coming from them.
"I think she's punctured her..." Minka's sentence was cut short when...
KABOOM! 'This wasn't another button popping' Chelsea thought, her view of events obscured by her own blossoming bosom, this was an even louder bang, could it have been Kayla herself exploding? Chelsea's fears were confirmed when she felt a blast of warm air send her stumbling backwards and something bounce off her breasts. Chelsea grunted as she bent forward to pick it up, it was one of Kayla's stilettos. She turned round to she could see where Kayla had stood, there she only saw the other stiletto blown into the cockpit and the remnants of Kayla's pink blouse and jeans. The shreds of fabric radiated out from the spot where Kayla had exploded and were draped over the seats, and the other girls who were stood eyes wide open in horror, they had seen the whole thing. There was a deathly silence as the girls wondered who would be next, broken by the familiar creaking sound. Chelsea rushed over to the cockpit door and peered in, Kayla had been right, there was nobody at the controls. She went to open the door and found it to be unlocked; getting through to the cockpit turned out to be a bit of a squeeze as her breasts had now each grown to be about 2 feet across. She tried turning sideways and pushing her breasts through with her hands, she could feel her breasts expanding, pushing against the walls either side. As she struggled through there was a creak and a pop as the stitching in her bra came undone, which had held out until now, as had the other clothes her agent had made specially. Finally, with a 'boomph' Chelsea burst into the cockpit and took a look round. The altimeter read 35,000ft and was climbing steadily, the joystick had also been ripped off so there was no way to alter the plane's ascent; on the pilot's seat was a headset; Chelsea could hear a faint crackling coming over the headset, she picked it up and put it on.
"Hello?" Chelsea said into the mike.
She felt her t-shirt stretching taut as her breasts continued to distend, looking into the cabin, she saw a desperate looking BB struggling for breath as her breasts were now 4ft wide each, Minka had backed away as far as she could get in the rapidly shrinking cabin.
"ugh, Do something Chelsea, nngh!" gasped BB.
"I can't!" Chelsea shouted back "the plane's rising rapidly and the controls are broken!"
"Hello? Is there anyone there?" said Chelsea into the mike again, more panicky this time.
"Hello there Chelsea", a voice came over the headset, startling Chelsea and causing her to jump; she felt her boobs bobbling as she jumped, her left breast was now wedged between the pilots and co-pilot's seats with her right one between the co-pilot's seat and the controls; the rest of Chelsea was stuck in an uncomfortable position with her backside pressing against the defunct throttle.
"Who is this, how do you know my name?" Chelsea replied.
"Because we were the ones who put you in this predicament" said Germaine, "Has anyone become a 'pop star' yet?"
Chelsea was becoming a little tearful as Germaine taunted her.
"Why are you doing this to us? Kayla's exploded and I think BB's next!" she cried.
"Because it's down to you that women are still portrayed in the media as sex objects", Germaine quickly retorted.
"We've got to do something quick! I don't want to explode!" screamed BB from back in the cabin.
The creaks of the girls' breasts stretching accompanied by pops as individual stitches blew was now filling the plane and BB was the loudest. She placed her hands tentatively on the sides of her breasts, afraid to squeeze them at all for fear for bursting herself.
"Well girls we have to go now, we're about to be rescued, I'm sure we'll see you on the news later" cackled Germaine before the intercom clicked off.
Chelsea tried to reach the co-pilot's joystick hoping that it would still be working but she was wedged into the pilot's chair by her ever swelling bosom.
"I can't reach the controls!" she cried "Otherwise I might just be able to get us down."
BB, whose bust was by now 8 feet wide was struggling to stand up straight, clearly she was the one in the most trouble.
"I'll see if I can get through and get the plane down" she shouted over the creaking noise coming from her own breasts. BB staggered over to the cabin door, and realized her bust was now too wide to fit through. It was going to be a tight squeeze and her inflated boobs appeared somewhat delicate as if they might blow at the slightest touch. She stroked them tentatively and looked wide eyed at the small gap she was going to have to try and get through. BB then charged forwards and managed to squeeze her right tit into the doorway. There was a loud creak and the increase in pressure from the doorway caused her left tit to pump up until it was several times larger. There was a slow series of pops as some of the stitching in her bra came undone. BB continued to struggle and managed to force her left breast into the doorway too, bending over in the process, but this meant that both breasts were stuck in the doorway, pushing against the sides and being squeezed themselves so that they almost obscured BB's face, she was bent over towards the ground and her ass was up in the air. There was a loud creaking coming from BBs weather balloon sized breasts as she struggled against the doorway and their expanding. From where Chelsea was she could see them pushing out towards her, pumping up out of contol.
Minka swayed over to BB and tried to push her bum through but this only made the creaking louder and scared that BB might explode she ran back over the cabin.
BB floundered helplessly stuck as her boobs continued blowing up and creaking. Her breasts were almost touching the floor.
'Awww' BB whined 'I can't get through, and the pressure in my bazoomas is too much' she squeaked in fear as another low ominous groan came from her rapidly ballooning breasts. Chelsea watched BB's twin airbags rushing out to meet her and then looked down at her own which were still, inflating and squeaking like a pair of massively overinflated balloons, each three or even three and a half feet in diameter, bulging up towards her face.
'Chelsea' BB said quiety, catching Chelsea's attention again 'It's no good, I'm set for the same fate as Kayla, I'm going to go kaboom any second now, I can feel it. I would ask you to shield your face but it looks like your new assets are already doing a good enough job of it' she smiled weakly.
Chelsea tittered ever so slightly before replying 'goodbye BB.'
'I'm going to go out with a bang, but I hope that you and Minka can get out of this' BB said, before grimacing and straining against the pressure filling her chest. Mid-groan her right breast suddenly popped free of the door frame, making a creaking pop like a champagne cork. BB lurched forward and gasped in fright, at that moment, Minka decided to take the opportunity to run at BB's floundering ass and push her through the door frame, because Chelsea saw Minka's face appear just over BB's bum and then BB's whole body fell forwards into the cockpit. BB shrieked, with relief as her previously constricted breasts bounced outwards to almost half fill the cockpit, but in the split second before her breasts hit the floor Chelsea noticed something BB didn't. Chelsea grimaced as BB's right breast fell onto Kayla's upturned stiletto, puckering her breast like pushing a finger into an airbag.
BANG! BB popped like a balloon pricked by a pin. Chelsea closed her eyes felt the rush of air blowing through her hair. Chelsea opened her eyes to view the destruction, but was surprised to see nothing left of poor BB whatsoever. The girl and all her clothing had been totally blown away by the explosion of her breasts. All that was visible was the offending stiletto, still pointed upwards and Minka, stood on the other side of the doorway, speechless and horrified. The two girls stared at each other, eyes meeting over their expanding bosoms. Minka was standing upright in the aisle, her back arched slightly, her arms out at an angle behind her and the giant fleshy orbs that were her breasts becoming more and more visible over the strained white V-neck they were spilling out of and purple sweatsuit which was unzipping itself as they swelled beyond 3 feet wide each. Chelsea was sat in the pilot's chair, her blouse torn completely open by boobs that were 4 feet in diameter and squeezed between the controls and herself looking literally like twin airbags that had just gone off, smothering the poor girl; she was only able to look back at Minka by craning her neck over her left shoulder. The two girls just watched each other being pumped up for a short wile, listening to the creaks and groans coming from them both. it was Minka who spoke first.
'Well that's the end of that then' she said resignedly 'There's no way I could get through to the controls.'
'I guess so then' Chelsea replied, quietly, sounding down 'I wonder which one of us will explode first, leaving the other along to accept her fate.'
'I hope we both pop quickly' Minka said increasing in volume to speak over a low strained groan from her breasts 'I don't want to be left alone, and I don't really want to spend too long just stood here feeling helpless'
'I wonder what it feels like to blow apart.' Chelsea mused, 'I mean the other girls... did it hurt them?'
'Well BB didn't even know a thing about it I don't think' Minka responded 'She was just feeling inflated one second, and the next second... POP! nothing; no time to feel anything.'
'What about Kayla though.' Chelsea came back 'She definitely could feel it coming, when the swelling got faster and her ass and tummy blew up too, just before. If it was tingly then I can handle that, but not painful, I don't want to go out that way.
'Uh oh' said Minka, 'I think I may find out sooner than I'd expected'.
Chelsea noticed that Minka had moved her hands to her stomach, which was beginning to push outwards, stuttering at first, but then with a whoosh it bulged outwards, causing Minka not be able to reach round it anymore. As her belly quickly rounded out to match her breasts, the air around Minka became full of the sound of hissing and of her body creaking and moaning. Her stomach was quickly joined by her legs which suddenly fattened, like sausages do in a microwave if you don't prick them. Minka's whole body began filling with gas, like a balloon attached to a helium tank, her arms blew up like her legs forcing themselves away from her stomach, and outwards till they were pushed out at right-angles making Minka look like an overly turgid blow up doll. As she grew bigger and bigger, her balance began to go and she swayed from side to side on her ballooning legs and with a cacophony of pops and bangs stitched began to blow all over her tracksuit.
'Whooooa! Here I go!' Minka shouted over the noise of her inflation.
She bit her bottom lip, closed her eyes tight and threw her head back as the pressure inside her reached immense proportions. Chelsea half closed her eyes too and winced again, bracing herself as best she could against the girl who was clearly about to explode massively.
Then, as Minka's whole body started to become round, so that her womanly curves were no longer discernable against the distended shape she had become, she stopped growing.
Minka let out a long gasp as her inflating eased, and she stood there, her legs, arms and breasts, minor protrusions in the big round, parade balloon, overstated femininity that was her body. She looked down at herself as best she could, then there was a long strained creaking noise and suddenly Minka started expanding again, slowly, she gave a muffled squeak.
'Oh fff...'
Minka's last words were cut off by the terrific BOOM which shook the plane and blew the poor girl apart. Chelsea watched aghast as Minka's sweatsuit was torn to shreds by the force of the explosion and the girl was reduced to a cloud of fabric, which settled in little pieces all around the cabin. Chelsea took a couple of seconds to survey the remnants of the burst girl, nothing much except for a fine scattering of purple fabric and a pair of trainers on the floor, exactly where Minka had been stood a few seconds ago, slightly singed and smoking after the heat which Minka's tremendously loud demise had created; but when the ringing in Chelsea's ears had stopped she could hear her own breasts creaking and groaning as if they themselves were in a state of distress. Chelsea was now alone in the plane, surrounded by the scattered remains of Kayla's blouse and jeans and Minka's sweatsuit there was nothing though to suggest that BB had ever existed, and all that showed the locations of Minka and Kayla when they had finally exploded were their footwear, which, with the exception of Kayla's offending stiletto, were still stood on the places where the girls had been, as if wondering what had became of their erstwhile wearers. Chelsea listened to the pained sounds her own bosom was making as her breasts pumped up like two weather balloons being prepped for flight. Her t-shirt was now nearing its limit, which was impressive considering each of Chelsea's boobs was about 12 feet across now and completely filling the front of the cockpit, pressed up against the windows. Chelsea however could now hear the soft popping of stitching bursting to accompany the creaks and moans of her bust expanding. Gently, Chelsea lifted an arm up and stroked one of her breasts where it bulged up to her chin and filled her vision, being very careful, it felt taut and rigid, like it could explode violently at any second, only instead of blowing wind through Chelsea's hair it would take her with it, ripping her to invisibly small pieces as it had the other girls. She could feel, on the other side of her right breast, it pushing against the pilot's chair, forcing it to move. Chelsea strained herself to see as the chair creaked against its holdings and with a snap, fell away from the giant breast. This released Chelsea from where she had been trapped against the controls and she fell backwards onto the cockpit floor.
Now she was really stuck, she was laying on her back with two giant balloons on top of her taking up all her field of vision so that all she could see apart from them was a narrow gap of about three inches between her breasts and the floor. Chelsea was beginning to feel very claustrophobic, she could feel the rest of the cockpit as her boobs swelled to fill it up, touching the top and sides of the small room, Chelsea could feel the cold metal of the walls where the stitching in her t-shirt had burst enough to let her flesh through, reminding her of the reality of the situation.
The first thing Chelsea could think about in what she knew had to be her last few minutes was how different things could've been if she'd just accepted her breasts at the size they had been before treatment; quickly she found herself feeling distressed at the idea that once she blew, there would be nothing to say what had happened to the girls, only that they had gone missing. Finally she considered the more immediate concern of whether her whole body would start to inflate as with Kayla and Minka, or whether just her breasts would explode, as with BB. Her bust was now filling the whole cockpit snugly and with no more room to expand save for a bit of bulging through the doorway Chelsea could feel; the drop in pressure outside was causing the apparent pressure in her breasts to escalate, with increasing force pushing on the sides of the plane. By now there was no gap between her breasts and the floor and Chelsea felt suffocated by her boobs, which were growing more and more taut. Chelsea could hear deep groans and growls, but they weren't coming from her breasts, they were coming from the plane itself. As the body of the plane strained against the pressure of the girl inside Chelsea heard a very loud bang and sudden hiss and felt in her ears the pressure in the cockpit drop. She had actually ruptured the plane itself, and with a series of other loud bangs she felt along the top of her bosom the release as the roof of the plane tore open and her breasts were exposed to the open atmosphere. Chelsea felt herself being sucked out into the cold air when suddenly she noticed the tear in the plane spreading all the walls round the cockpit. She couldn't tell exactly what was happening but it was obvious that the plane had lost all structural integrity. The next thing Chelsea knew she was whisked up, away from the cockpit floor and into the stratosphere, looking down as she passed the cockpit ceiling she saw the whole plane breaking up and falling to the sea beneath, taking with it any evidence of the crime that had been committed on board. Chelsea felt her breasts rushing outwards, expanding massively almost as quickly as they carried her upwards. It felt tingly to her as her flesh became impossibly stretched. She heard the beginning of a long, deep rumbling groan and knew what the conclusion of it would be. Chelsea screamed with all her energy right up until she was cut off by the cataclysmic finale. Newsflash... Yesterday, in tragic circumstances the adult movie stars Chelsea Charms, Kayla Kleavage, BB Gunns and Minka were killed as a plane carrying them back from a surgical procedure in England broke up and fell to the sea just west of Donegal in Ireland. While the four passengers were killed the two unidentified cabin crew survived by bailing out and were rescued just off Tory Island. They have confirmed that the loss in structural integrity was caused by a loss in cabin pressure and that the passengers had all passed out and were unable to be saved. Mysteriously, the survivors both disappeared after discharging themselves from a hospital in Galway, Ireland; The scheduled pilots were found unconscious and drugged in a hotel in Liverpool, England and local farmers on Tory Island claim to have heard a loud bang some minutes after the plane was known to have broken up; more on this news later. The clock above the sofa in Emmeline and Germaine's student flat read 4am, Emmeline turned to Germaine and gave her a mischievous smile of the sort Germaine wasn't accustomed to seeing Emmeline give.
'Not quite a perfect crime' she said 'but I doubt we'll be caught, and when they find the recordings of the girls inside the plane we left I'm sure it will cast this mystery in a whole new light.'