Tags: Breast Inflation, Female Inflation, floating, helium
Text: "Not happy with the breast size that nature gave you? Leary of the dangers and cost of breast implants? Then we have just the product for you. New from Shronco, the makers of the 'Self-Dentistry Made Easy' and 'Liposuction In A Can' programs comes a new venture into body-altering fashions. Introducing the 'Wonder-Full Bra', a new technological breakthrough in non-surgical breast augmentation. This new undergarment will change the way you look at yourself forever. Just put on the 'Wonder-Full Bra', and follow the simple usage instructions, and like magic your breasts will become as ample yet as light as air as you have ever dreamed of having. Just send $79.95, plus an extra $5.00 for postage and handling to...."
Sue had been intrigued by the tagline at the top of the bulk e-mail advertisement enough to click on it to read the rest of the message. Though her husband had never commented about her small breast size, Sue and caught Jim watching well-endowed woman with sly interest whenever they had gone to the mall and especially when they would go to the beach on weekends. Secretly she had looked into getting breast implants, but was deterred by the steep costs and long recovery time. She had even talked to a friend who had bought DD implants and was now complaining of the weight the saline bags added to the friend's shoulders and upper back muscles. Sue had tried the creams and the pills advertised on late-night television, and had been disappointed to see that they all failed to increase her even a half cup-size up from her B-cup breasts. She had even bought several versions of those expensive and heavily padded bras that pushed her boobs this way and that but never accomplished the look of voluptuousness that she sought. It seemed to Sue that nature had truly robbed her of what popular culture said was the visual definition of a woman's sensuality to men: a large full bustline.
So when she read the e-mail and followed the link to a web page full of the standard testimonials and promises of money-back guaranties, she pondered for a moment. "What is there to loose?" Sue thought, adding up the money she had already shelled out on the other non-working solutions she had attempted. Smiling slyly, she pulled a credit card from her purse and tapped the account number into the required fields to complete the transaction, and pressed the 'enter' key. Then she allowed the four to six weeks for delivery with silent anticipation.
Five weeks after the final keystroke, a nice young man in brown shorts knocked on Sue's door. As she signed for the package, Sue was nearly jumping up and down with excitement. Jim was at work and not due at home for another three hours, so she could play with her new toy and see if the promises were true before he got home. Sue ripped open the box with reckless abandon, scattering the shipping label, packing peanuts, and the small pamphlet of usage instructions around the bedroom as she dug for the buried treasure inside.
What she pulled out of the center of the box was a rather plain-looking bra, carefully wrapped in cellophane. It was black, made with no fancy adornment of lace or satin. Yet as Sue carefully unwrapped it from he clear plastic, she touched the stretchy fabric and felt an odd sensation, as if the bra was charged with an inordinate amount of static electricity. Beyond the strange feeling of the fabric, there was nothing at first glance to suggest that the bra was any different than the other dozen bras in her underwear drawer. Sue thought for sure she was in for another disappointment.
Once free, she held it up in front of her eyes for close inspection. Sue turned it around, noticing that the cups themselves couldn't be any bigger that her B's. But between the simple-looking cups something out-of-place caught her eye. Right where her cleavage would be, if she had the bra on, a small nozzle protruded. It was the same type of nozzle, as you would use for pumping air into a bicycle tire, sticking two inches outward between the cups. "So, it IS inflatable," she said to herself, smiling mischievously. "That must be why they said my boobs would be as light as air."
When she had first seen the small picture of the bra of the web page, she had been unimpressed but hopeful. Now, with the item in her hands, Sue imagined how Jim would react when she met him at the door tonight after work, with her wearing a new blouse that barely contained her new-ballooned breasts. She also imaged herself walking around the mall with her husband, and having other men look at her out of the corner of their eyes at her bouncing, wildly inflated boobs, and she shivered with excitement.
Obviously, the bra was not like a balloon and could not be inflated by mouth. Sue went down to the garage to get Jim's portable air compressor, but remembered that it had been broken since last month. Frustrated but not stymied, she thought for a moment on what else to do. She then remembered that they had left a partially used tank of helium in the closet upstairs, left over from their party the previous week. "Maybe that will work," she said as she ascended and checked to see if the tank was still there. It was, but Sue saw immediately that her idea still wouldn't work. The tank was rigged with a nozzle made for balloon mouths and not for tires. She stared at the tank, thinking, and then, inspired, grabbed it and went in search of her husband's tools.
It took several minutes of tinkering, but Sue was successful. First she removed the rubber balloon nozzle from the helium tank and replaced it with the long hose from the damaged compressor. She attached the hose to the metal of the tank's valve stem with a small hose clamp found in her husband's menagerie of workbench odds and ends. Turning the main valve at the top of the tank with a wrench, Sue tested the hose to make sure the end would hold the pressure, and she was rewarded with not a hint of a leak. Bursting with excitement, she dragged the tank back into her bedroom.
Setting the helium aside, Sue slipped out of all her clothing except her black panties and pulled the bra once again from the box. Her nipples were erect with anticipation as she slid the Wonder-Full Bra onto her small endowments and fastened the two hooks in the back. The fabric was extremely stretchy, and pleasurably warm against her breast flesh, almost stimulating. Sue propped the tank into a chair next to the bed so that she could reach it when standing, took the newly attached hose in her hand, and pressed it gently onto the valve stem that protruded between the bra's cups. Her action was answered with a loud hiss, and her breasts seem to spring forward. Within a few seconds, her boobs ballooned from their previous B-cups to DD's, before she wrenched the hose off the bra's nozzle.
Sue stepped over to the full-length mirror behind the bedroom door to examine herself. Her long brown wavy hair cascaded down her shoulder and brushed the tops of her new bloated mammaries. The increased size of her boobs now emphasized the smallness of her waist and petite hips. She reached up and touched the inflated bra, but to her surprise she didn't feel like she was wearing balloons. In fact, when she fingered the distended cups, it actually felt like she was touching her own breast-flesh. She thought that she could actually see her own erect nipples protruding through the cups' soft fabric. They felt wonderful!
Reaching into her closet, Sue pulled out the blouse that she had bought for just this day. Slipping it on, she noticed that the garment showed her inflated endowments, but not as dramatically as she had anticipated. "Maybe I need to make them bigger," she said, and shrugged off the blouse. She paused again in front of the mirror. Hopping up and down, she watched as her boobs bounced slightly slower than her action, much like a pair of helium-filled balloons. Smiling again, she stepped back to the tank. "Yes," she concluded, "I think I will make them a little bigger."
She took the tank's hose in hand and fumbled for the bra's nozzle. With her DD's in front of her eyes, the nozzle was a little further forward that before, and not right up against her sternum anymore, so pressing the hose on was a bit more difficult that the first time. In fact, Sue had to struggle to hold the hose in the correct position, because she wasn't used to working around such large DD-cup obstructions. Finally, with an audible snap the hose connected, and the hissing sounded again.
Sue's breasts began to blow up more. "Not too much bigger," she commented to herself, watching her inflation in the mirror on the other side of the room. The sight was really turning her on. "God, where is Jim when I need him?" she thought as she felt the cups slowly expanding under her fingertips. When she had arrived at the desired size, Sue pulled at the hose to disconnect it from the bra's nozzle.
It didn't budge.
She gave it a couple more hearty yanks, and the hose refused to dislodge. Her breasts continued to inflate bigger in front of her eyes as she struggled to pull the hose off, and the more blown-up they became, the more the nozzle was pushed away from her and the more difficult it was for Sue to be able to see what she was doing. Her boobs were the size of basketballs, bigger than she ever wanted, and rapidly expanding. She strained and tugged, wedging the hose even tighter on the valve stem. The hissing sound mercilessly continued.
In her panic, Sue reached for the tank to shut it off. But blinded by the increasing amount of inflated bra cups in her line of sight, she bumped the tank with her hand and sent it crashing to the floor. The plastic wrench that was used to open the main valve went skittering across the hardwood floor "No!" she yowled in frustration, and stepped quickly toward the wrench to retrieve it. But she was still tethered to the tank, which pulled her back with the tenacity of a bungee cord and she stumbled. Getting back to her feet, trying to see around her now beachball-sized boobs making it difficult to move, she shifted the tank out of the chair and to the floor, dragging it toward where she had seen the wrench land.
Sue had to turn sideways to be able to see anything over her ballooning breasts. Finally she spotted the wrench, and made a quick lunge for it. Her fingers grazed the object and pushed it further out of her reach. The rapidly inflating bra was so rounded and distended that her cleavage was touching her chin and her arms could barely touch the floor as she crawled towards the errant tool. She was blown up so big that her hands couldn't reach to where her nipples would have been, and the Wonder-Full bra just kept stretching and expanding before her eyes as she scrambled to find the fleeing wrench.
Spying it again, Sue made a desperate push with her strong legs like a cat pouncing on a mouse. She sailed upward, and the quick action caused the hose to pull away from the valve stem at just the right angle with a distinct 'ping', hissing angrily. The momentum of the lunge carried Sue over the wrench as the hose dropped to the floor.
But Sue did not.
Her hugely inflated boobs bumped slightly into the far wall of the bedroom, bouncing Sue lightly backward, but her feet refused to return to the floor. "What?" she exclaimed, trying to wrap her arms around her ballooned tits. "I'm floating!" Her toes were about a foot off the floor, and her back arched as the bra's helium-filled cups pointed resolutely upward. Sue's bounce off the wall caused her to drift slowly across the bedroom. All she could see above the pair of black-colored blimps attached to her chest was the height of the bedroom's vaulted ceiling as she gained altitude. As she floated higher, wiggling her legs in panic, the tank continued to empty itself several feet below Sue's inflated form.
"What do I do?" she thought anxiously, knowing she was out of reach of any item she could have used to puncture the ballooned bra and bring her down. "Ah, you stupid fool," Sue chastised her self, "just take the damn bra off!" Reaching behind her back, she fumbled for the twin metal hooks that held the two halves of the back strap together and deftly unfastened them as she had done to her old bras a thousand times before. The severely stretched bra slipped off Sue's shoulders and flew across the bedroom with the rapidity of a slingshot being fired, hitting the far wall and lightly falling to the floor.
But Sue did not.
It was not the bra's cups that had magically inflated to such a colossal size. Somehow the helium had been transferred directly into Sue's breasts, blowing them up magically and painlessly to their new proportions. She gaped in disbelief as her balloon boobs with their distended and pointed nipples continued to pull her upward towards the high ceiling. Sue, now only clad in a pair of black panties, slowly floated higher with the help of her new weather balloon-sized breasts, as she flailed her arms and legs in frustration. "What am I going to do now?" she cried. "Jim, where are you when I need you?" Her husband still wasn't expected to be home for at least another couple of hours.
The helium tank below fell silent, finally empty, as Sue's wildly inflated boobs touched gently into the crest of the bedroom's ceiling. Turning her head sideways, she could look out the arched window that looked out onto the street and the driveway leading to their house. Sue would be able to see when Jim would arrive later when coming home from work. "What is he going to say to me?" she thought, stunned.
Far below, left where she had flung it after hastily removing the contents of the package, were the usage instructions. In her excitement, Sue had not taken the time to even notice the bold-typed warning on the front page. It read:
"Please read and follow the instructions carefully.
This bra is intended for one-time use only.
Use AIR only! Do not use helium and any other compressed gas, as this will cause an unnatural look to your breasts when you discard the Wonder-Full Bra.
Do not over-inflate! The results could be permanent."
Sue, her face flushed with anxiety, floated high above the floor and waited from Jim's stunned arrival.