Tags: Breast Inflation, Female Inflation, floating
Text: "So, Mrs. Maloy, what can I do for you?"
Dr. Judith Pritchard quickly scanned through the patient's chart as the door to the examination room slowly shut behind her. The sounds of the busy OB-GYN office were muffled as the door closed with a soft click, and the doctor took a seat in front of her patient. Danielle ducked her head in embarrassment, not truly wanting to be there, but having nowhere else to turn to for help. Her long blonde hair fell below her shoulders and onto the standard universal gown that most doctors required their patients to be dressed in for any kind of examination. Normally her legs would be up in the stirrups that protruded from the lower end of the table, but she was not there for THAT kind of visit. "Well, Doc," she stammered, "I need your help with a growing problem."
"What?" Judith queried, raising an eyebrow. "Are you pregnant again?"
"No, not this time," Danielle answer, not looking up from the floor. "But it is sort of a sexual problem."
The doctor set the chart aside on the countertop next to the sink. "Are we taking about the early signs of menopause? You are too young to have that problem."
"Well, not quite," Danielle dared to look up, and her face turned a darker shade of red. "My problem has to do with my husband, and what happens to me when we have sex."
Judith folded her arms, becoming irritated with the vagueness of her patient's answers. "Danielle, are you having problems achieving orgasm, or is this something that your husband should be talking to a urologist about?"
Danielle sighed. There was no getting around putting what she had to say delicately. "No, everything with my husband is working fine, at least where it comes to sex. And I am not having problems getting to climax. It's just that, for the past month, every time my husband touches me in any sensual way, I....grow."
"Grow?"
Reaching upward, Danielle gently cupped her breasts. "My....boobs," she said quietly, looking down at her chest. "They get bigger."
Judith dropped her hands to her lap, relaxing a bit. "Actually, Mrs. Maloy, that is quite natural. Especially when women become aroused during foreplay, the body sends extra blood to the erogenous zones. The labia become engorged and the breasts will also swell slightly."
"Slightly?" the patient exclaimed. "You don't understand. My breasts don't just become a little bigger. They blow up like balloons." She spread her fingers out and moved her hands away from her breasts, pantomiming their growth.
"What are you saying?" the doctor asked, leaning forward in the seat.
Danielle held her hand out in front of her as far as she could. "They literally inflate like balloons; sometimes this big, sometimes even bigger."
Judith rolled her eyes slightly. "Come now, Mrs. Maloy, surely you aren't saying...."
"I'm serious, doc." Frustration flashed in Danielle's eyes. "They blow up to the size of large beachballs whenever my husband touches them or even sometimes when he just kisses me. There has been even times that if I even daydreamed about sex with him they start to inflate."
Judith paused, trying to keep a straight face. "So, how come it doesn't look like your breasts are blown up now? Surely they aren't inflated now."
Danielle looked down at her chest again. "No, they aren't right now. But what you see is the residual effect. My breasts were B-cups a month ago, and now they won't shrink down smaller than DD-cups."
"If you don't mind my being blunt," the doctor said with a wry smile," but is that such a bad thing? I have had women by the scores want advise from me about breast enlargement, and here you have accomplished it without surgery. Do you like being bigger than you were before?"
"Well, yes... I do like being bigger than I was," Danielle admitted. "And when they inflate, its not painful at all, in fact it is a little pleasurable. But there are other complications that happen along with the growth."
"Complications?"
Danielle hesitated. "When they start to blow up, they become...ah...lighter."
"Lighter?" Judith repeated, confused.
"Yes, lighter," the patient answered, a little smile curling the edges of her mouth. "Like they are being filled with helium."
"Helium," Judith reflected back, suppressing the impulse to snicker by forcing her face to remain non-emotional. This being the most intriguing conversation she had experienced in many weeks of monotonous work, she decided to play along. "Well, I guess that if your breasts become lightened like helium-filled balloons, you don't have much need for a bra. Giant boobs without the back strain."
Danielle let out another frustrated sigh. Clearly this doctor had no idea of the cause of her distress. "Yes, they have remained lighter, and for the past month I haven't had the need to wear a bra. But I also can't swim anymore. I have become my own floatation device. My husband says he loves what has happened to me, but I know that the complications have taken their toll on our sex life."
Judith had to put her hand over her mouth to hide her smirk. "What complications? Most men I know would love having a wife with inflatable breasts. How is that a detriment to your sex life?"
Danielle had to take in a slow, deep breath to calm her distress. "Listen, when I mean my boobs become lighter, I mean a lot lighter. Sometimes, in the middle of getting it on with my husband, I blow up so big and light that....I can't stay grounded."
That caught the doctor's attention. "You mean you FLOAT?" she blurted.
"Yes," Danielle resigned. "My boobs inflate big enough to lift me up off the ground. How would you feel if you were helpless to stop yourself from floating away every time your husband started fooling around with you? I even had an erotic dream one night last week and woke up hanging in the air with my nipples touching the ceiling. "
"Hmmm," Judith said, considering the incomprehensible nature of such a wild story, but still willing to see where the conversation was leading. "I can see where that might be a problem. But tell me, Mrs. Maloy, if you keep blowing up like that and flying away every time you begin having sex, how is it that your breasts are not the size of beach balls now? How do you get back down to earth after having them inflate with helium and you floating away? Do they just randomly deflate after a while?"
Danielle bit her lip. "They don't just deflate randomly. The secret, Rob and I have found, is that I have to have an orgasm for the inflation to stop and my boobs to deflate. I guess that since the process starts with some sort of sexual thought, touch, and the buildup of sexual tension, the release of that tension when I cum is what causes the deflation."
Judith could not believe that her patient could still be saying what she was with a straight face. This was the most incredible story she had ever heard in her years of practice, and she had heard some doosies, from immaculate conceptions to the sharing of STD's, but this had to top them all. There was one bit of information from within the unbelievable yarn that she just had to take the bait on and ask about. "I must ask you, Mrs. Maloy," she pressed, "about one thing you have said more than once. You said that this all started about a month ago. Why then?"
Danielle ducked her head again, evasive. "Because I was doing some research into improving my sex life and found information on a drug that promised to give me the results I was looking for. I ordered it and took one pill a month ago, and this is what happened since."
"So you are telling me that one pill caused your breast inflation problem to begin?" Judith probed incredulously. When her patient would only knob in admittance, she pressed on. "Tell me the name of this drug you found."
A small grin curled the corners of Danielle's mouth. "I was sent only three pills," she said, extending an open hand to Juidth, which held two crimson capsules. "This is all I have left. Believe it or not, the name of the drug is 'Mammotol'."
"Mammatol?" the doctor echoed forcefully. "Do you have any idea the dietary supplements like that aren't regulated by the government? Nobody knows what benefits and side effects they can have. Obviously you had no idea that taking the pills would do this to you."
"No," Danielle replied, ashamed. "That's why I came to you today. Can you tell me if anything can be done about the inflation? My boobs are getting bigger that I ever wanted and it's getting harder to control when and where they begin to blow up."
Judith folded her arms across her own modest-sized chest, barely stifling a guffaw. "Mrs. Maloy, that was the most unbelievable story I have ever had to listen to within the walls of my practice," she began. "Breasts don't blow up like helium balloons and cause women to float away when their husbands touch them sexually. But I tell you what. I will take a minute and consult my partner, Dr. Williams. He is seeing patients next door. I'm sure he will be as amused by this incredible fabrication as I am. And I will need to take those remaining two capsules for chemical analysis. I'll be right back."
Danielle watched with stunned bewilderment as Dr. Pritchard rose from her chair, snatched the two red pills from her hand and left the room. She doesn't believe me, she thought. And just prove her point, Danielle could heard the physician laughing as she walked down the hall toward the other doctor's office. In the distance she thought she heard Judith say, "Sam, you are not going to believe this..." and then another door shut and the room went quiet again.
"That does it," Danielle muttered to herself angrily. "My sex life is in ruins and my doctor laughs at me instead of offering any help." Then a thought flashed. "I will have to prove it to her that this really is happening to me."
Danielle closed her eyes. Reaching underneath the hospital gown, she gently rested her hands on her bare DD breasts, and began to imagine that Rob was touching them. In her mind, she picture what Rob would do next, moving his lips to her nipples, and she began to stroke and pull on her nipples to mimic the sensation. This was the first time that she had actually tried to purposefully initiate her breast inflation, and she wasn't sure how long it would take for the growth to begin, or if it would work at all. She just laid back on the uncomfortable examination table, cupping and kneading her boobs while imagining her husband licking and sucking them as he so loved to do. Danielle pictured herself straddling Rob, her ripe breasts dangling into his face, his head pressed into her cleavage. And a warm sensation began to spread over her.
As she pinched her nipples between her fingers, Danielle felt the first hint of expansion. Her breasts pushed forward, pressing her hands outward as she continued to twiddle her nipples. Within the quiet examination room, with the daydream of Rob working a furious tongue across her nether regions, Danielle thought she heard a faint hissing sound as her boobs blew up to size of volleyballs and continued to grow. Her flesh felt warm and firm in her soft hands as they were forced away from her ribcage with the expansion.
Keeping her eyes closed, Danielle reached around to the back of her neck and untied the gown, allowing it to fall to the floor. Freed from any constraints, her breasts continued to inflate, growing rounder by the second, and aiming straight at the tiled ceiling. Her enlarged nipples, now exposed to the cooler air of the exam room, stood at attention. The hissing grew louder as she blew up more. Her hands pressed the sides of her expanding mounds together as she imagined her hands were Rob's, feeling the pleasurable stretching of her breast-flesh, and sensing the first hint of an upward tug. Her boobs were now past the size of basketballs and soon surpassed the size of any beach ball she had ever seen. Her hands fell to her sides as felt the light-than-air effect take over, and her towering breast began to pull her into a sitting position.
Danielle slowly opened her eyes, and was able to see nothing but a sea of pink breast-flesh. She could not see her nipples anymore, dwarfed by the shear size of her inflated tits. They were five feet around and still growing when she felt her rear loose contact with the cushion and she began to lift off the exam table. Upward she went, her breasts defying gravity and lifting her again. For a moment Danielle hung suspended in the air, half-naked, not touching anything else, until her nipples gently contacted the ceiling. The hissing began to subside as she calmed her breathing, allowing herself to relax. She knew, though, that there was only one way for her to be able to get down from her precarious position.
After a few minutes of hanging from her double blimps, Danielle heard footsteps coming her way. "Alright, Mrs. Maloy," Dr. Pritchard said as she stepped through the door, looking down again at the chart in her hand and not noticing her patient, "I have consulted with Dr. Williams, and he says that you should....HOLY SHIT!"
She was staring at Danielle's feet. Judith shifted her gaze upward and saw two legs protruding from a female abdomen that was attached to a pair of flesh-colored balloons that were pressed against the room's ceiling. Each naked globe was easily eight feet in diameter, and there was so much breast flesh in the way that she couldn't even see her patient's face. "What the hell....!"
"NOW do you believe me?" Danielle blurted out, wiggling her feet in frustration. Later that evening, within the quiet confines of her home, Dr. Judith Pritchard stared at the flickering computer screen. The monitor displayed a web page devoted to extolling the virtues of Mammotol, with phrases like "uplifting experience" and "enhancing pleasure". On the desk top, between her and the monitor, lay the remaining crimson pill that Danielle had given to her earlier. The other was saved back in her office, to be sent out to an independent lab for analysis.
Taking the pill in her hand, Judith scrutinized it. "One pill count NOT have done all that," she murmured to herself. "But it did make her bigger. And I could use that kind of improvement myself." With one deft flip of the wrist, she popped the capsule into her mouth and swallowed. "Just wait until Jake gets home from work," she remarked to herself, relaxing back into her seat.