Tags: Breast Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, inhale
Text: What was this place? Namunk thought to himself. This Julia creature seemed to frequent it, spending long periods here inactive. Home, she called it. Julia and her kind were quite complex beings, even having their own language. But they seemed quite oblivious to any entity that didn't have most of its substance in a material state. So while Namunk now at least had the vaguest idea as to what a "human" was, this Julia seemed entirely unaware of his presence. He would work on trying to communicate but until then he would have to be careful. These humans were quite fragile, and he had to make sure this one didn't come to any harm. But the fortunate thing about a material creature like this one was that it didn't require much of his energy... Julia still didn't know what to think of what had happened that night. She was tempted to just write it all off as a dream, but that didn't explain why she'd still been dressed for a camping trip when she woke up. The trip had been real, and somehow she'd wound up back in her bed. But had she imagined herself filling up with air and exploding? It was more than a little disconcerting. She put it out of her mind.
As she was getting ready to go to bed, her thoughts turned to Roxanne. Roxanne Gardner and her little circle of friends were all quite notorious at school. Roxy was the leader of the pack, with Gloria, Tanya, Katie and Linda rounding out the core of the group. Beautiful and rich, they tended to get their jollies from tormenting other students. And of course, everyone wanted to be just like them. Julia chided herself for falling for their trick. Whatever would they want from her, except a few cheap laughs?
She turned to the side to view herself in the mirror. I bet Roxy wouldn't be nearly as popular if she were flat-chested and ugly. A pointless, bitter thought, since neither was the case. Roxanne was indeed beautiful, almost enough to draw attention from a body that was the object of desire for many of the boys at school. The Lord giveth, and in Roxanne's case He'd kept on giving. And apparently He was still giving; she was a senior in high school, and bragged about how she was still growing.
Julia held her stomach in and took in a deep breath, thrusting her chest out. Indeed, this posture made her look quite a bit larger, but it was doubtful that she could hold this stance or her breath for a considerable length of time. She exhaled.
Then she jumped.
Looking in the mirror, she saw someone whose breasts were slightly larger than the ones she remembered having. Julia brought her hands up to her chest to confirm it. Indeed, she was bigger. It took several minutes for the shock to wear off as the implications whirled in her mind. At first she had questioned whether she'd ever blown up in the first place, whether it had all been some strange dream, but it must have been real. But how had this happened? And while she was a bit fearful of what might happen, she was also curious. Just imagine what I could do if I could control this! And though she clearly remembered the outcome of her last experience, Julia decided that the only way to find out what was going on was to experiment. She exhaled and started to take in a long, slow, deep breath.
Her chest rose as she filled her lungs. But it soon became obvious that not just her lungs were filling. Julia's breasts started to fill up with air, plumping up and pushing out against the pink cloth of her nightgown. Larger and larger they grew as she took in more air. She could hardly believe her eyes as her bust gradually ballooned outward. She stopped, just to make sure she still could.
Julia gasped. Her breasts stood out far in front of her, quivering slightly as she exhaled. Her nightgown, which had never been intend to contain such a well endowed figure, was screeched out so thin that she could just barely make out the shadows of her areolas around the two plump nipples pressing firmly against their confines. It clung to every curve, yet amazingly showed no signs of strain or tearing.
"I'm even bigger than Roxy," she marveled. Bigger than anyone she'd ever seen. "I wonder how big I can get..."
Again, Julia inhaled.
Her breasts swelled up bigger. At first the tension in her gown flattened them out some, but as they expanded they grew firmer, lifting a bit and becoming rounder as the pressure built up in size. Soon they were huge, almost touching the mirror almost an arm's length in front of her and bulging out far wider than her shoulders. They looked like two massive pink globes protruding from her chest. And still they grew, until she tried to reach her arms around them and realized that she couldn't. Her nipples were thicker than her thumbs, and they were just about to slip beyond the reach of her fingers. She stopped with a sigh.
"Look at me, I'm huge!" she marveled, to nobody in particular. Her nightgown was impossibly stretched skin tight across her expansive bosom. She gently rubbed the sides of her breasts, reveling in the sensation of her fingers across her taut skin. It was a wonderful feeling of fullness, but she couldn't help giggling a bit, gazing at her absurdly inflated boobs. She'd have to figure out a way to deflate before going out, not just because of the attention she'd draw, but because there was no way she could squeeze her colossal endowments through her doorway at her present size. But for now it was just her, alone in her room, free to try whatever she wanted. She maneuvered her way to her bed, being careful not to bump into anything with her massive breasts. Struck by a whim, Julia leapt onto her mattress, her bosom cushioning her landing and supporting her a good distance off of the bed. She laughed out loud as she bounced up and down on boobs, which were squished a bit by her weight and spread out to provide a cushion for most of her torso. She laid her head down, acting as her own pillow, and made herself comfortable.
"Mmmmm...this feels so wonderful," she sighed. If she'd been thinking the incredible nature of what she was doing, if she'd tried to consider what it was that allowed her to extend herself this, or if she'd even gave the briefest of attention to the consequences of becoming a human balloon, she might have hesitated or even panicked. But no such thoughts crossed her mind. All she knew was the warm, soft feeling of resting on herself. Lost in her indulgence, Julia closed her eyes as her thoughts drifted off to what it would be like to be even bigger. The hissing sound was so soft, she might have missed it entirely if she hadn't felt it echoing ever so softly through her inflated breasts. Her stomach was filling up with air, bulging out and pressing against the bottom of her breasts. Then she felt a slight tension building in her arms and legs as they plumped up. Julia was inflating again.
She grinned as her entire body swelled, quickly starting to catch up with her bosom. Her waistline faded away and vanished as her torso expanded, her growing belly finally surpassing her boobs and lifting her up off of the bed. She let her arms and legs dangle against her distended stomach. Then her limbs began to puff up too, sticking out stiffly from her body. And still she kept on inflating. Her shoulders grew, and the swelling even began to creep up her neck. Soon her limbs looked fat and stubby compared to the rest of her massive bulk. Bigger and bigger she grew, until she could feel herself pressing against the ceiling. Only then did she stop. Julia wiggled her hands and feet a bit, but the rest of her was far too inflated to move. Her head was cushioned on all sides by her burgeoning body, which was snugly wedged between her bed and the ceiling. With one last drawn-out sigh, she settled in to sleep. She'd worry about deflating in the morning. Robbie stood up on his hilltop perch watching Julia sleep for several minutes before he was able to look away. He'd been using this spot for stargazing since he was a little kid. But as he graduated to more powerful telescopes, he discovered that he could peek in on the people living in the houses far below. There were only a few who were worth spying on, but Robbie had found that a surprising number of people didn't always close their drapes before undressing. Julia occasionally forgot, so every so often she provided in interesting diversion from comet tracking. But tonight Robert got a show that he still wasn't quite willing to believe.
He'd been expecting the usual undressing, changing into the nightgown, then retiring for the night. Then she blew up. Tits bigger than any he'd ever imagined, then the rest of her. The picture he was taking now looked like just a head and hands set into a giant pink balloon. He wasn't sure what he would do with newfound information, but he definitely had some investigating to do.