Introduced to Inflation

It was a typical girls night out, and it was my misfortune to be the designated driver. I dutifully herded my increasingly blotto girlfriends from club to club, and as the night wore on I eventually ended up dropping them off at their various homes. Soon I was left with only Trina to safely escort home, and then I could call it a night.

Trina was the oddball of the group. She seemed to live in her own little magical world of unicorns and glitter. A sweet girl, just operating on some weird wavelength nobody could quite figure.

Trina seemed to be a little more wobbly on her feet than the others had, so I decided to walk her to her front door just to make sure she made it the last twenty feet okay. She fumbled a little with her housekeys, but eventually got the door opened. I had never been inside her home before. My first glimpse told me it was as not-quite-right as Trina.

The front door opened into what was probably a living room, only it was devoid of any furniture. The far wall in front of us was lined with a large floor-to-ceiling mirror. A collection of large oxygen tanks was to our right. Curiosity got the better of me.

"So, um, what's with the oxygen tanks?" I asked.

"I like to inflate," she said.

"What, like balloons or something?"

Trina let out a tipsy sort of giggle. "No silly, me! I like to inflate..." she hiccupped, "me."

I sighed as I led her further inside. "Trina, you're making even less sense than usual."

Trina wrenched her arm out of my gentle grasp. "Stop treating me like I'm stupid!"

I had never seen Trina angry before. I raised my hands in a placating gesture. "I didn't mean it like that," I said gently. "I just mean you're a little drunk, and I don't think you know exactly what you're saying."

"Oh, so now I'm so stupid I don't even know what I'm talking about? Is that it?" Trina turned and weaved an unsteady path to the nearest oxygen cylinder.

"Trina, wait..." I began.

"You don't believe me? I'll prove it to you," she said as she opened the valve on the tank and stuck the hose in her mouth.

I stood perplexed at Trina's bizarre behavior. She's completely bonkers...I thought.

Trina's blouse began to stretch outward, almost as if...as if her breasts were inflating. Trina smiled in vindication as she saw the look of shock on my face.

After a second or two I regained my composure and laughed. "Okay, you got me Trina. You pranked me. How are you doing that, anyhow? Do you have balloons tucked into your shirt or...?"

Trina's face scrunched up in anger. She fumbled with the straining buttons on her blouse and undid them. Two E-cup sized breasts blossomed out.

"Breast shaped balloons...?" I ventured, uncertainly.

Exasperated, Trina shucked off her blouse and let it fall to the floor. Those expanding orbs certainly looked like they were attached to her. And they were still growing.

"Um...rubber body suit, maybe?" I guessed, as I looked in vain for a tell-tale crease somewhere.

Trina rolled her eyes and took the hose out of her mouth. "Oh for heaven's sake!" she exclaimed. She walked up and thrust her (J-cup?) boobs out at me. "Still don't believe me? Go ahead! Feel 'em!"

I blushed. "Trina..."

She grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands to her swollen tits. I gasped in astonishment. They didn't feel like rubber. They felt real. Nice warm skin. Tightly stretched skin, but flesh nonetheless. Dumbfounded, I ran my hands around her aerola and nipples, still not believing what I was seeing. Trina let out a little moan, and I jerked my hands back in embarassment.

"No, its okay," she said dreamily as she began to caress her breasts. "They get sooo sensitive when I inflate. I get tingly all over." She looked at me and held up the hose. "Try it, you'll see."

Okay, I'll admit it, I've always wondered what it would be like to have big boobs. What woman hasn't? But something was telling me it was just a trick. "Ah, that's alright...maybe next time."

"Oh, c'mon!" Trina pouted. "You still don't believe me. You just think I'm some sort of weirdo. Some sort of ditzy freak who's playing a joke on you. Why don't you like me?" She seemed close to tears.

I didn't think it wise to leave her alone in an inebriated emotional state. "No, Trina, I like you...but...is it safe?"

"Of course it is! I've done it lotsa times. Here," she said as she handed me the hose. "Just put it in your mouth and let the air rush into you. You'll see. Just trust me. Please."

I looked at the hose dubiously. I'll play the fool if it'll calm her down, I thought. "Oh, what the hell?" I shrugged as I put my lips on the hissing hose. I felt the oxygen flow into me and collect in my chest. Pressure quickly built, and my breasts...inflated. My eyes opened wide in shock as I looked down at my expanding cleavage.

"See? See? I told you!" Trina squealed. "Isn't it cool?"

My tits rapidly outgrew my B-cup bra. Boobflesh surged out the sides of the cups and the straps were digging into me painfully. I shoved my hands up the back of my top, desperately trying to unhook my bra. It never occured to me to spit out the hose for some reason.

"Oh, maybe I should have had you take that off before you started," she said as she took the hose out of my mouth. "Here, let's get you out of that. Hold your arms up," I did and she took my top off with a little flourish. She winced when she saw how my bra was digging into my skin. "Oh, that's no way to treat your girls. Hold on..." she grunted as she cinched the back of my bra even tighter in an attempt to unhook it.

"OW! Jeezum, Trina!"

"Almost...there!" she said triumphantly as the last hook came undone. My bra shot off as my mellon sized boobs were released from their prison, jiggling in their new freedom. I stared at them, astonished.

"Want to see how much bigger you can get?"

"Yes," I whispered. I was ashamed to admit it, but I was curious to see how large they would grow.

"Well, open wide," Trina said as she grabbed the hose and slipped it between my lips. The renewed flow of oxygen caused my breasts to resume inflating. Trina turned me to the left so I was looking at myself in her mirror covered wall.

"That's why I had the mirrors installed, so you can watch yourself inflating. Its so erotic, don't you think?"

I could only nod as I stood mesmerised watching my boobs grow and grow. They were the size of basketballs now, and I ran my hands over them in wonder. This simple act sent shivers down my spine. Trina wasn't lying! They really were getting more and more sensitive as they expanded. I sighed in pleasure as I continued to rub them. They grew to beachball size, and I couldn't even reach my nipples anymore! That seemed to be their limit, because they didn't grow anymore. So blinded by my bliss, I didn't notice my arms start to stiffen. Soon I couldn't bend them at all, and I wasn't able to keep caressing my boobs as they rigidly stuck out from my sides as if they had a mind of their own. I felt pressure building in my belly. Over my mountainous cleavage I could just barely glimpse in the mirror the sight of my tummy swelling! I gave a stifled scream as I shook my head, trying to dislodge the hose. Trina grabbed the hose in one hand and the back of my head with the other.

"No, no, just relax," she whispered in my ear. "Just relax and enjoy the show. It'll be okay, I promise."

I whimpered as I watched myself blow up like a human balloon. The button on my pants popped off, and my expanding belly forced the zipper down. I felt my backside fill out, and I heard a slow tearing that let me know the seat of my pants was splitting apart.

"Sorry about your pants, but clothes ripping turns me on. I'll buy you a new pair, okay?"

The remains of my pants fell off of me as my torso became completely spherical. I thought my expansion was over, but I was wrong.

I groaned as Trina continued to inflate me. My globe-like body continued to increase in diameter, slowly consuming my arms and legs with its relentless inflation. My skin was so taut! It made rubbery squeeking noises as it struggled to contain the pressure building within me. How much more could I take before...oh God, was she going to let me explode?

My body's circumference had reached my ankles, wrists, and chin. Abruptly the flow of oxygen slackened, then ceased as the contents of the tank were expended. Trina pulled the hose from out of my mouth.

"What have you done to me?!!" I wailed.

She ignored my cries as she slowly walked around my enormous body, appraising it in wide-eyed wonder. "Whoa," she whispered, almost reverently. "I've never been that big before. What's it like?"

Trina's hushed tone calmed me, and I tried to describe how I felt. "My skin feels so...so sensitive. I feel...tingly."

"Really," Trina breathed as she reached up and lightly ran her fingers along my enormous left boob.

I gasped as her gentle caress sent unexpected waves of pleasure washing over me. "OH! Oh my God! Your touch feels almost electric!"

With a tiny flex of her fingers, Trina was able to roll me backwards. I let out a startled squeal of surprise and flapped my hands ineffectually. I seemed to have become more insubstantial as I had grown larger. Trina continued her tactile exploration of my balloon-like body by running her fingers gently down my belly.

"Your bellybutton is an outie now," she giggled.

I could only moan in acknowlegement, lost as I was in the surprising sensations that flowed through me.

Trina's fingertips continued tracing their southward journey. "Whoa," she said, awestruck. "Your vaj is all puffy!"

I felt the onset of the most intense orgasm ever start to ripple through me. "No, Trina! Stop!"

Trina ignored my demand as she slowly ran her fingers around the perimeter of my swollen vulva. "And your clit! Its the size of a ping-pong ball!" I felt Trina's index finger creep towards it. "I wonder just how sensitive it must be now..."

"NO!" I shrieked.

She ignored my protest as her finger inexorably crept towards its target.

Her fingernail ever so lightly brushed across my swollen sex...

I screamed as a galactic-sized orgasm ripped through me. My climax overwhelmed my bodily functions, and oxygen erupted out of every bodily orifice. The sheer force of it propelled me up off of the floor. My balloon-like body ricocheted crazily around the room, spinning and shrinking as the volume of gas was expelled out of me. I finally wedged into a corner, and the last of the air squeeked out of me. I lay there, dazed.

Trina ran over to me and cupped my face in her hands. "Angie! Angie, are you okay?"

"Oh, ummm..." I tried to answer through the fog of my post-orgasmic bliss. "Yes?" I finally managed to croak.

"Wow! That was like so amazing!" gushed Trina. She immediately ran over and grabbed another oxygen tank. She turned the tapand held up the hose. "C'mon, its my turn!" she exclaimed as she wrapped her lips around the hose.