Tags: Breast Inflation, Female Inflation
Text: Annie wakes up to a surprising turn of events.
Annie woke up in the middle of the night with a start. Nothing had caused her to wake up; she just suddenly found her eyes open and staring at the dark ceiling of her room. She sighed softly as she looked at the clock and saw the time: 3 o'clock in the morning. Hours before she could do anything, but not long enough to get some decent sleep. Perfect. Annie closed her eyes and tried to get back to sleep, but was interrupted in her attempts when she heard a faint hissing sound. She looked around for a source and couldn't seem to find any obvious cause. She had electric heat, so it couldn't be a gas leak, and as far as Annie knew there were no balloons in the immediate vicinity. But still the soft hissing sound continued to reverberate throughout the room.
She decided to ignore it - the sound was probably nothing, but she would find out in the morning. Maybe a balloon got in her room somehow. Annie rolled over in her bed and put the pillow over her ears to block out the sound. However, not only did she continue to hear the hissing, but something felt strange about lying on her stomach. The front of her body rested on her breasts funnily, as if they were somehow bigger. She rolled back onto her back to see what was going on.
Annie felt her breasts underneath her covers, and strangely enough they did feel different. She pulled back the comforter and looked down, and gasped softly. Her breasts did seem to be bigger through her flannel pajama top. For one thing, it was tighter than usual, and for another, Annie noticed that it was harder to see her feet than normal. Her normally C-cup sized breasts seemed to have increased in size without her noticing. Now they were about the size of oranges. As she felt her newly enlarged boobs through the shirt, Annie also noticed something else. They felt different than they normally did, besides the fact that they were bigger. Her breasts felt much perkier than usual, but also they felt weird...rubbery somehow. She experimentally pushed her skin down and felt her hand sink into boobs about an inch before it sprung back to normal. The way it reacted to the pushing seemed strange. Almost as if it were a balloon instead of a boob.
All the while, the hissing sound continued in the room, and as Annie started to notice the coinciding noise and larger breasts, a notion formed in the back of her mind that perhaps the two were associated. Both were unexplainable, at least for the moment, and she had noticed them at the same time. Annie looked down at her breasts again. They seemed now even larger than when she had last looked, and her flannel top felt tighter. "No way..." Annie whispered as she put the two together. The question formed in the back of her mind, and though she wanted to disregard it as fiction, the evidence seemed to support it. Are my boobs inflating? She thought.
Of course, the realm of reality is rarely left so easily, even if one has just woken up, and so Annie's mind, unused to the impossible, denied that this was occurring. "I'm dreaming," Annie said aloud, though she knew that it wasn't true. This was too linear and too real to be a dream. Besides, she could feel the fabric of her pajamas as they slowly tightened against her breasts. Annie pinched herself for reassurance, and upon finding that this was reality, gasped again. "What the hell?" she said, questioning the surreal situation that she was now faced with. As she moved on from the question of whether or not this was happening, and grappled with the ideas of how and why this was happening, "this" continued to happen. Annie's breasts inflated like the balloons they were starting to resemble, constricting space inside her flannel pajama top. Gaps started to show between the buttons as it became clear that the top would be no match for the growing boobs. Annie's mind was torn from the cause of her situation to the present by the increasing pain of a tightening shirt. She looked downward in amazement as the buttons became less able to hold the fabric together and started to lose their stitches. As cleavage started showing between the gaps Annie felt that perhaps she should unbutton the buttons to save the shirt, but was paralyzed by utter bewilderment as her bosom expanded without rationalization.
Finally, her pajama top lost the holding contest to Annie's breasts as the buttons started to pop off by themselves. They flew off the top and landed somewhere on the dark floor of her room. Annie continued to watch as each button systematically popped off, leaving her boobs completely uncovered. The bottom part of her shirt rested on her stomach, the buttons the same as usual.
The comparison to balloons couldn't have been clearer as Annie's breasts became naked for her to see. Despite the fact that she was lying down they stuck straight up in the air, creating cleavage without any constricting garment. They were nearly perfect spheres, and now about the size of basketballs. Annie reached her hands up to her impossible breast and felt their surface; they felt just like a balloon. She experimentally pinched them and was surprised to hear the resounding squeak of latex. "Why is this happening to me?" Annie asked nobody in particular.
Annie sat up; trying to get a better perspective on her inflating boobs, and was astonished to find how easily she sat up. In fact, Annie did not lift herself into a seated position, but was rather pulled into one. Starting to sit up was merely the beginning action which was completed by her breasts, which were apparently lighter than air now. Annie was amazed as she found that it was in fact harder to lie down than it was to sit up. In order to push her torso down, she had to get leverage by lifting her knees, and vice versa. Little by little, as her breasts expanded larger, Annie was losing contact with the bed.
The minutes ticked by, and Annie, now realizing that she was helpless in this position, allowed herself to relax and let it happen. There was nothing she could do about it, and nobody would believe her if she called them, nor would they be able to do anything about it. Better, she thought to just let the impossible run its course and hope that she would shrink back to normal when this was all over. She began to drift off to sleep again as she reached this relaxed state. The last thing Annie felt was her breasts touch the ceiling.