Swimsuuit inflation in all the right places

So it happened again this past weekend. Vacation, sitting in a Jacuzzi, and my wife's swimsuit top blowing up so that her breasts looked 3 times their regular size.

Her comment, as she was laughing about it, was "Cheapest temporary breast enhancement I will ever have!"

Then she started laughing at me, because it was doing the same to me. High sun in the afternoon, and my poor northern European skin can't take to much sun exposure, so I was swimming with a t-shirt. The jets were either sending bubbles down the swim trunks, my lower half blowing up and making me float off the seat, or the bubbles were getting trapped under the shirt and me inflating like the Hulk!

She knows now that this turns me on, especially when her boobs inflate.

Alright, I have to bring this up again. My wife and I are at a hotel this past weekend, in the jaquozzi, and she is wearing her tankini again. It is one that has the bra part, but also has another layer of fabric over the front and back the extends down to just below her naval. Perfect for trapping air. She leans back against the jets and immediately starts to get air trapped in the top, in front of the bra, looking like her breasts are inflating. This time, though, she figured out that if she holds down the sides of the tankini she can trap and keep more air in her top. As I am sitting next to her, she says "Watch this!" More air is being trapped and she is getting bigger...and bigger...to the point that all that air lifts her off the seat and she floats! She lets go of the sides of the tankini and the air explodes out of her top, allowing her to drop back into the seat. There's no one else in the pool or the hot tub, so she decides to do it several more time. She got huge! It looked like she was hiding a pair of 8 inch balloons under her top! And she was getting turned on by the inflation and floating as much as I was!

Typo from earlier. It was supposed to say '18 inch', not 8 inch balloons.

I don't think my wife would let me take pics and post them. Anonimity and all, you know. Anyway, I have to believe that things like this happen more often than people talk about. I mean, to me ots better than just stuffing a pair of balloons in a shirt. This was visual, actual inflation, watching her blow up in front of me while enjoying it herself. THAT is the biggest turn-on of all, to me!

Typo from earlier. It was supposed to say '18 inch', not 8 inch balloons.

I don't think my wife would let me take pics and post them. Anonimity and all, you know. Anyway, I have to believe that things like this happen more often than people talk about. I mean, to me ots better than just stuffing a pair of balloons in a shirt. This was visual, actual inflation, watching her blow up in front of me while enjoying it herself. THAT is the biggest turn-on of all, to me!

She may not know the extent of my fetish, but she knows that her wearing the tankini in a hot tube, when it causes her boobs to look like they are inflating, causes me to get turned on, which in turn causes her to get turned on.

I know this is an old-running post, but I just had to add to it. My wife and I love to travel, and won't go to a hotel or cruise ship that doesn't have a jacuzzi. She had being letting her old tankini blow up so much, every time we hit a hot tub somewhere, that the suit top became so stretched out it hung to her knees. So before we went cruising last week, she went an bought a new tankini top. She bought one that was really tight on her body (I think she was trying to find one that wouldn't allow air to get trapped in it and blow up so easily), because she gets a little embarrassed when she can't control the inflation when other people are in the jacuzzi with us (she is fine with it if we are alone). So we are on a cruise ship last week, one that has deisgnated areas for adults only, no having to fight little crumb-snatchers for pool and hot tube space. We find that the adult area has two jacuzzis, both big enough to have 8 people in at a time. The tub not only has air jets that hit you in the back, but also jets that are in the seats, under your legs and butt, that send bubbles up your back and front and across your fun zones. The air bubbles make your zones tickle, and it was really turing my wife on. We get into the tub alone, but there were still a bunch of people walking around us, so the wife tries not to sit with a jet to her back that might inflate her suit. But the jets under her legs still are making her bra cups bulge slightly, and she keeps pulling them down or holding her arms tightly under her breasts to not allow any air to get into the cups. Me, I'm already sitting with a jet to my back, having air pushed down my swim trunks and having to hold myself down so I down float up and off the seat.

Two middle-aged ladies entered the tub, already showing signs of having been drinking heavily even though the boat just left the dock a hour before. One is wearing a skin-tight one piece suit, and the other is also wearing a tankini. Both of them are carrying tall blue drinks, and laughing loudly to each other. At least they were friendly drunks, and not the loud, obnoxious, mean drunks. You know the type. They climb in, and start to engage my wife and I in conversation. Suddenly the lady in the one piece turned to her friend and says "Hey, you are a balloon!". The one in the tankini looks down and sees that her swimsuit top is trapping air and she looks about 9 months pregnant. She laughs loudly, and pushed down on her swelling abdoman. But instead of the air swooshing out the bottom of the tankini, it shoots into the top, and her bra cups bulge out about 5 inches. "Look," she says, "Instant implants!"

Her friend then points to my wife and says, "She's doing it too!" While my wife and I are watching our new drunk friend from Toronto inflate across from us, my wife has let down her guard and is no longer holding down her tankini top. She had leaned forward, and a bunch of air was now trapped in the back of the top, and the suit looked like she had a balloon hunchback. She leaned backward to force the air out, and what does it do instead? The air gets pushed forward, and her breasts jump out several inches and her abdoman starts to fill, until she looses grip and floats off the seat. "Whoa," she says, "I have my own floatation devices!"

Now all three ladies are laughing, and keep trying to inflate over and over again. My wife leans over to me and whispers "Is this turning you on?"

I asked her "What do you think?"

She reaches under the bubbling water and feeling how taut the front of my swimsuit is from the air trapped there, and then she feels me under there. "I thought so..."

I swear this actually happened.

So for those who have read this series of posts before, I decided to turn what was written and described in here into an inflation story. Inflate123 wrote that he wished he had a hot tub at home so that he and his lady could inflate in the tub anytime they wanted, so this story is written along that same line of though, with floating thrown into the mix...I added the story earlier today.

Enjoy the read!

Yes, this thread has been going around for a few years, and every once in a while I revisit it. Usually whe I have something else interesting to add.

So my wife and I were on a cruise ship in the Caribbean last week. The ship has an adults only area, with several large 20 person capacity jetted pools. My wife is at it again, where she lets the bubbles accumulate in her tankini top front, looking like she is pregnant, and then she pushes down on the bubble, forcing it into her bra cups, filling out nicely.

Anothef couple sits down in the pool across from us. She is wearing a one-piece suit that has an extra layer of fabric hanging down from the upper seam. As soon as she sits, air begins to get trapped, and naturally rising to the top of the water, makes it look like her breasts are inflating. She easily gains 4-5 cup sizes in the first 2 seconds and getting bigger, and doesn't notice a thing while talking to her husband. But her husband does notice. "Hey, you have a couple of balloons under there?"

She looks down, sees how big she is getting and tries to push it all down. Which, of course, springs right back as soon as she lets go. She laughs, but looks around to see if anyone is watching. "Honey, don't get excited. These are really mine!" But they continued to laugh and play with her inflating assets for several minutes before leaving the pool.

My wife just gave me a knowing smile.