Girls

Desiree knocked on the door.

The door opened a crack, enough to show a sliver of the room and one dark green eye that swiveled around, looking up and down the hall.

"Are you alone?" Came the voice from behind the door.

"Yes," unsatisfied by the answer, the eye swiveled back and forth again, "Oh for heavens sake Mandy, you told me to come over, either let me in or let me go home."

The door opened, showing the room, a slightly non-traditional teenage girl's room. Non-traditional in it's order and cleanliness and total lack of juvenile interests, no posters, no music. Clothes, school books, makeup, bed, all arranged as carefully as a model home.
Desiree entered her friend's room, looking around again, as always, noting what a cool room it would be with a little colour and style. Mandy's room was in an odd add-on room to the larger house, and as a strange architectural anomaly, had a ceiling that ran almost a full storey above the rest of the house, making for a narrow, but very tall vaulted ceiling.
Desiree went and perched herself on the bed while Mandy closed the door behind her, and locked it...twice.

The slender blonde teenager looked over at her friend with more than a little curiosity, but unwilling to admit it. She was a little on the pretty side, but easy to forget. Like Desiree herself, she was slim, but with plain brown hair and strange dark green eyes. Mandy often joked that other girls had green eyes like emeralds or grass, while hers were almost the exact colour of olives.

Mandy was, well, odd. It was like she was born 29 years old. They'd been friends since they were about six, and the past 12 or so years hadn't changed her opinion that her best friend was, odd. Nobody, when asked what they wanted to be when they grew up, answered, quite clearly, "An actuary." At least nobody else in Mrs. Sloane's second grade class had. Mandy didn't have ice water in her veins, she had ice. She was the most disciplined, rational serious minded person she knew. Mandy talked the guidance counselor at school to apply herself, go back to grad school and get a better job.

Which was why, even though she was trying to be cool, she was dying to know what was on her best friend's mind that was making her practically vibrate.

Desiree blinked, her affected disinterested lasted all of about ten seconds, "What the heck is up with you? You look so...animated. Next thing you know you might fog up a mirror under your chin."

Mandy frowned, "You didn't dress as per my instructions. I specifically said spandex or Lycra"

Desiree look down at her button down shirt and jeans, "Yeah, I know. What am I a Stepford Wife? I spent hours planning this ensemble, I need a better reason than I've heard so far to change it. Besides," she nodded at Mandy's totally unflattering bathrobe, "You aren't exactly glamourous yourself. Did you just get up?" she asked, grinning.

"Would the power to have any man you wanted be a good reason?" She asked in an overly controlled voice.

Desiree couldn't help but perk up for that. Both girls were reasonably attractive, pretty enough, fit and slim, though no features of face or figure that had them beating guys off with a stick. For all her methodical reserve, Mandy was just as interested in guys as the next girl, she just didn't show it. And Desiree was about twice as interested in guys to make up any perceived slack.

"Girl, I don't know what you have on your mind, but why don't you just get it off your chest. You're sounding, and looking like you're fit to bust."

Mandy smiled, "I couldn't have put it better myself," and opened her robe. Desiree blinked, stared as long as she could, then blinked again, her mouth opening and closing.

Mandy was wearing some sleek workout tights and a sports bra under her robe. That was nothing new. Mandy was remarkably dedicated to keeping her figure trim and exercised very regularly. But her friend's figure, almost as familiar as her own, had changed.

Mandy's sports bra strained as her big, full breasts bulged around it. Her topheavy friend let the shapeless, shape hiding robe, slide off her arms to the floor. She turned her torso at the waist, hands on her hips, back straight and chest out, way out. Desiree reached out a hand and gently prodded her friend's inflated bust. Then she inflated her own chest as if to scream.

Being suddenly topheavy had no ill effect on Mandy's speed or agility. In a flash, she pounced on Desiree, pinning her to the bed, straddling her body, holing her with a hand clamped firmly over her mouth, and her overstuffed sports bra, pinning Desiree to the bed.

Mandy knew Desiree had a lot of air in her and could wait a few moments clamped onto her friend while she calmed down. Twenty seconds later, Desiree was still big-eyed, but calm. Sitting atop her friend, their faces only seperated by the inches of Mandy's bust between them, Mandy looked Desiree in the eyes.

"Quietly now, no screaming?"

Desiree nodded, and sucked in a lungful of air when the hand was removed from her mouth. Mandy sat back on the bed while Desiree sat up, "What the hell happened to you?!" she hissed loudly.

"Quiet I said."

"Quiet? Why quiet, look at you-"

"Quiet, or I won't be able to do it to you," Mandy spoke each word carefully.

Desiree closed her mouth with a snap, and raised her eyebrows, "Oh."

A few minutes later Desiree looked from the aerosol bottle to her busty friend, "Hourgas?" Mandy nodded, "You got it off the Internet?" Mandy nodded again, "I can't believe how...big you are," Desiree reached forward with her open hands to cup Mandy's new full breasts. Desiree felt her hands full of Mandy's large, soft, light and most importantly, warm breasts, "But it's really you?"

"Yes, well, on the outside anyway. Naturally I haven't the mass to fill out a bust like this, I'd have to stuff myself silly."

"So what, you're full of air or something?"

"Pretty much," she said, leaning forward into her friend's hands with a moan, "Uhhh, Dizzy, you keep that up and I don't know what I'm likely to do."

Desiree dropped her hands from her friend's bust, "Oh, sorry. You're just so...soft."

Mandy giggled, "I know, we'll just have to get you stacked so you have your own to play with," She shook herself, "It's not your fault, being stretched out like this," she hefted her large breasts, "makes you a bit more sensitive," she finished with a wicked grin, picking up the aerosol bottle, she pointed it loosely at her friend.

Desiree quickly and briefly considered her course of action, largely disregarded any consequences, grinned and nodded at Mandy, who promptly blasted her with the aerosol bottle. Desiree spluttered under the deluge, "Forget the spandex, next time warn me to bring a towel."

Mandy laughed, "It dries very fast," she was right, other than a slight dampness in her clothes, Desiree was dry as if nothing had happened, "And you're going to need that spandex before you need the towel."

Desiree looked down at her chest in the dark blue buttoned cotton shirt she was wearing, "Mandy...I feel...funny." Her bra felt strangely...full, then very full, then stuffed. With a barely audible hiss, Desiree watched the front of her shirt begin to fill up, the material drawing snug, sliding tight over her breasts as they expanded inside her shirt, "Uhhh, I feel so...big." She breathed, staring at her inflating chest.

"You are big," Mandy commented as Desiree's shirt pulled tight and full over her over her enlarged, rounding breasts.

Desiree gasped, holding her inflating chest as her breasts pushed forward against her shirt, the buttons beginning to pull and the shirt gaping between the buttons.

"Oh I probably should have had you take off your shirt," Mandy said thoughtfully as her friend filled out.

Desiree gasped at the sensations going through her as her chest got bigger and fuller and her shirt grew tighter and fuller, "No...it's ok, I'm just...a little week in the knees from this. Uhh, the pressure..." Her shirt creaked alarmingly as her swelling breasts heaved under her taut shirt. POP! The strained button in the centre of Desiree's very full shirt popped off, her bra visible through the burst open front of her shirt. Once the first button burst off, the others quickly followed suit: POPPOPPOPPOPPOP.

As the dust settled, Desiree pulled her shirt tails out of her jeans and removed the now too-small shirt and looked down at her newly super-sized breasts filling her underarmor sports bra up so it was rounded and straining. She gently touched her inflated breasts, as if confirming that it was indeed her own breasts blown up inside her sports bra (it was).

Mandy nodded at the slightly creaking lycra of Dizzy's stuffed bra, "So you didn't totally disregard my instructions."

"No, but, I...my chest, gimme a sec on this Mandy...it's a lot to take in at once," She hefted her large round, and surprisingly light breasts, "I mean...look at me...look at us!" Desiree giggled, "We...we're stacked!"
Mandy grinned and nodded, then both girls let out a shrill squeal and embraced each other, practically dancing with joy. They stopped as their inflated breasts collided with a muted 'BUUUM' sound, their over-padded chests preventing them from embracing too closely. The added awkwardness of embracing around their well-filled sports bras only encouraged their glee.
Having that out of their system, the girls settled down some, their thoughts turning to practical matters.

"How big do you think we are?" Desiree asked.

"I'm a 46 DD, and I gave you the same dose I took."

"Holy halter top Batgirl, so what can we wear all pumped up like this?" Desiree tapped an inflated breast, causing an impressive jiggle, "I don't think either of us have anything we can fit into. We'll be, uh, busting out of everything."

"That my dear, is precisely my plan," Manda said smiling, "Look at us, girls this big don't hide their chests."

"But we barely even fit into our bras. We don't fit actually."

"Dizzy, so what, we don't need bras, we're full of air."

Desiree bounced her breasts thoughtfully, "You have something there."

"We both have something."

The newly busty girls spent the next hour playfully stuffing their inflated chests into Mandy's collection of tops, blouses, shirts and halters. Making each garment tight and straining, the girls managed to leave more than one garment behind them with all the buttons burst off the front, as they modeled themselves to each other. Every selection was greeted by enthusiastic if awkward applause, as both girls learned that their inflated chests changed the position of their arms as they brought their hands together to clap.

Mandy was lying on her stomach on the bed, her upper body plushly cushioned by her ample breasts, while Desiree fiddled absently with the Hourgas cannister, still obviously distracted by the new development in her figure. She was so distracted that she let out a squeak when it suddenly hissed as she accidentally pressed the button. As such things happen, the aerosol spray hit Mandy directly on her trim little spandex-clad bottom.

Mandy let out a little squeak of her own, trying to turn around to look at Desiree, but her inflated breasts made it a little awkward for her to look behind her, but her hands flew back to her trim backside, feeling her shiny spandex tights grow tighter as her bottom plumped up under her fingers. Mandy bounced herself off the bed to her feet to press her hands into her softly swelling bottom as her tights stretched out, growing fuller and rounder.

"Ooops," Desiree muttered watching her friend twisting around to watch her bottom spread out.

" 'Ooops'? Look what you did! My butt...it's getting so big!" Mandy's trim and slim bottom was indeed spreading out in her tights, the expansion of her curves making her tights stretch and creak like a spandex balloon as she got bigger and rounder. Despite her new width, her bottom was shaping up nicely, her figure become much more shapely and voluptuous. When her rear slowly ceased it's expansion, both Mandy and Desiree probed and tested the pressure of her newly inflated derrière.

Still clutching her bigger bottom, Mandy walked over to the mirror hanging on the back of her bedroom door. Desiree's mouth dropped open as she watched Mandy's inflated rear sway and flex in her overfilled tights as her new curves made her walk a hypnotic sexy roll, her plump and ample bottom rocking interestingly from side to side. Mandy turned her wide, plush bottom towards the mirror, running her hands back over the large soft swell of her bottom plumping out her tights.

"Gosh, I'm so...filled out," she murmured. Then she looked up at her friend who seemed to be in shock, staring at her inflated bottom, "Diz? Dizzy!"

Desiree shook herself, "Huh?"

"Look what you did to me, I'm so..." Mandy groped for a word as she groped the soft spandex swell of her rear.

"Wide?"

Mandy smacked her friend, making her drop the aerosol hourgas spray.

"Ow!"

Mandy bent over to get the spray can, then stopped as her over filled tights strained its seams across her puffed-up bottom. She crouched rather than bent to retrieve the can, even that action making her full, snug tights creak alarmingly around her, "What's the matter with you? You're acting like your nickname."

"Sorry, you just look so..."

"Wide?"

"No."

"Fat?"

"No...hot!"

Mandy stopped for a moment, scrutinizing her friend.

"Really you do!" Desiree insisted, "You have those big full breasts and your slim little waist and a really killer ass-"

"I feel padded," the overinflated teenager said softly, "And I look like J-Lo."

"Kid, J-Lo has nothing on you! You've got a silhouette that any man or woman would kill for! How does it feel?"

Mandy still twisted around to look at her protruding rear and watch her wider reflection, prodded and squeezed the tight spandex sheath her tights made across her plumped-up bottom. Her curves weren't comically large, but they were unmistakably and unnaturally fuller and inflated, there was no hiding it, especially in her tights, her bottom stood out even more in relation the normal slimness of her figure.

She grinned, "Honestly? It feels too good to keep it all to myself." She took Desiree by the shoulder, turned her and gave her a spray from the cannister.

"Gah!" Dizzy yelped, twisting to get away. She managed to break free of Mandy's grip and dashed a few steps out of range before she stopped and turned back to face her friend, Desiree's hands running along her tight jeans.

"Mandy?" She started, looking down at herself over her inflated breasts. She walked back to the mirror, twisting herself around to look at her own trim bottom. She gasped as her jeans tightened across her body, wrinkles in the denim were pushed out smooth as her body pressed the slack out of her clothes from the inside out. Her inflating bottom filled the tight jeans tighter making them creak, the extra curves pushing her hips and rear out and back. Desiree felt her hands rise up and out where they were spread on the seat of her now-skintight jeans.

Mandy smiled and laughed a little as Desiree's tummy also pressed out the front of her jeans, her friends hands pressing into the swell of her inflated pants as her tummy grew plump making her clothes bulge.

Desiree widened her stance as her belly puffed up, and her hips began to expand too, straining her already stuffed jeans, "Uhh, Mandy, I'm getting so fat! I feel like I'm about to burst." Her jeans had become a tight, smooth, rigid sheath for her lower body, stuffed so full of her inflating body that she was unable to bend any part of them. She waddled awkwardly from one rigid leg to the other, "Do something, get me out of these pants before I explode!"

Mandy fumbled with the waist and fly of the stuffed jeans, "You're too full, I need some slack to undo them, suck it in some."

Desiree moaned, "I am sucking it in!"

Mandy's hands pressed into Desiree's full, inflated belly, squishing in the soft curve to try to gain purchase enough to open the straining fly of the overstuffed jeans, "I...told you...to wear spandex," Mandy grunted as she tugged and pulled.

Desiree gasped, holding the fattening bulge of her belly, "Mandy, get back...I...I'm too big!"

Mandy ducked just as the top button of Dizzy's jeans burst open with a POP, zipping just past Mandy's shoulder as she dove behind the bed, her normal athletic grace spoiled by her over exaggerated bust and bottom. Her chest took the brunt of the fall, the air pressure in her making her bounce back up for an instant.

Meanwhile, Desiree felt her straining jeans give way at the fly with four more sharp POPs as she burst every button off her jeans, allowing her inflated tummy to bulge out of the open fly of her ruined jeans.

"Is it safe?" Mandy asked from being the bed.

"Yes. Come on get over here and help me get out of these while we still have some slack to work with." Desiree waddled stiffly over to the bed where she lay down and tried to push her burst jeans over her extra-rounded bottom and hips, "This might be easier if I could see what I was doing," came Desiree's voice from behind her inflated bust that obscured her view of her swollen lower body.

Mandy knelt on the bed and walked on her knees over to her bloated friend, her strides a little laboured under her fattened bottom and big bouncy breasts, "Whew! Are you feeling the having our figures pumped up this full makes moving around a lot of work?"

"Just a bit," Desiree grunted, unable to wriggle out of her jeans, "Hurry up will you, I'm still inflating."

"Hang on, I feel like I'm wading through a sea of pillows."

"Mandy, you and I are the pillows!"

Mandy reached her friend, "Your problem is, you're fighting your own weight," her hands sinking into Desiree's fattened hips, rolled the inflated girl over onto her belly and her large chest. Desiree let out a grunt as her inflated breasts held her torso up off the bed. With her torso elevated, her legs naturally drew down to a kneeling position, allowing Mandy to grab her jeans around the hips and pull without having to fight the weight of Desiree's bloated body on the jeans. Mandy hauled mightily, levering her belly up against Desiree's plumply inflated bottom.

"C'mon Mandy pull, I'm feeling so stuffed!"

"I'm trying...your hips are too big, I can't get you pants over them." She pulled again and again, her belly bouncing against Desiree's inflated bottom, "I could really use your help here!"

"I'm keeping myself from falling over." Desiree shot back.

"Diz, your ballooned boobs will keep you upright, I need your hands back here!"

Desiree let go, supporting herself entirely on her inflated chest. Relieved she wouldn't fall, she reached behind her and slid her hands into the small, tight space inside the seat of her jeans like a shoehorn. She felt the full round swell of her inflated bottom bulging out around her panties, but she continued sliding her hands down the back of her pants, creating the slack that Mandy could use her leverage to pull against.

Suddenly Desiree's ruined jeans slid off her inflated figure. since Mandy was pulling down rather than back, the sudden absence of resistance caused her to lurch forward, her tummy pressing into Desiree's bottom, her inflated breasts flattening on Desiree's back as the girl landed on her friend. Suddenly bearing Mandy's weight caused to Dizzy to overbalance and collapse onto the bed.

"Mandy?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't think I'm not grateful for you getting me out of my jeans and all, but would you mind getting off of me, I'm pinned between your big inflated boobs and my big inflated boobs

Desiree rolled over and tried to sit up on the edge of the bed, but wasn't able to bend easily at the waist and flopped back down. She opened her thighs a little and tried again, this time succeeding, allowing her tummy to rest between her thighs.

"Oh Mandy...look at me?!" Desiree breathed. They both did. Desiree had become hyper-hourglassed. Her wide full hips swelled into a smooth, tightly-inflated bottom that was bulging out of the sides of her underarmor sportwear stretch panties. Her hands slid over her bulging tummy where it plumped out the front of her panties into a full smooth swell, "I feel so... big."

Mandy nodded, swaying over to look her friend over as Desiree looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her figure had become lushly cartoonish. Her hips vastly out of proportion to her waist, which still looked slim, save her fattened tummy, "Mandy...I'm stuffed!"

"More like stacked!"

"But...we...I...I'm too big. What are we going to do with our bodies bloated up with gas like this? We look like over-inflated, over-sexed adolescent fantasies of feminine characteristics," she murmured, petting her distended curves.

Mandy stood in front of Desiree, and leaned over, "Diz, we're teenagers, I don't think we're over-sexed." She took her friend's hand and raised her to her feet, "Yet."

Looking deeply into Desiree's eyes, Mandy took a step forward...and stopped as their extra big breasts collided, squishing softly but resiliently against each other, the expanded bulk of their breasts keeping almost a foot of separation of their bodies below their breasts.

Dizzy laughed as they bounced off of each other, then her and Mandy slowly and carefully positioning their inflated breasts managed to arrange themselves to get just close enough to press their lips together. They had to hold on rather tightly to each other as their pumped up chests were continuously trying to puff back up and separate them. However after the first exploratory kiss, holding on tightly wasn't much of a problem. The kiss grew in intensity, both girls pressing and tasting soft lips and warm tounges, their breaths mingling and their full-figured bodies warming up and pressing softly together, their inflated curves bulging as their groping hands displaced the gas in their bodies.

As their hands explored the other's bulging figures, the kiss became punctuated with gasps of pleasure or girlish giggles as their extra ample proportions got in the way of their small roaming hands testing the pressure, squeezing and caressing their wide hips, plump round bottoms, and large inflated breasts.

"Oh my god," Mandy breathed with a giggle, "I'm going crazy!" She pressed herself into Desiree's bloated tummy.

Desiree gasped at the grind, "I can tell you're going crazy so am I, my body feels supercharged! You don't have to stop kissing to tell me that."

"Actually I stopped kissing you because our boobs are getting pumped up so big it's getting hard to stay close enough to you."

"Ohhh Mandy, I'm inflated so big, I feel like a balloon."

"Sexily ballooned up in all the right places," Mandy murmured.

"No, you don't understand, since I'm so inflated, I'm afraid I might float away."

"I don't think it's possible unless-"

Her hands still kneading the full soft swell of Mandy's bottom through her tights, Desiree took a little step backwards to bump up against the bed. Holding her inflated friend tight, she bent backwards at the knees until they both fell onto the bed. Desiree on the bottom with Mandy bouncing on top of her, "You still don't get it," she giggled as they bounced softly together, "I'm afraid I'm so full of gas I'll float away, you had better lay on top of me to hold me down...right!"

Mandy giggled, catching on, "Oh yes, of course, you're so big, I'd hate for you to float away!" They discovered that when laying down, Mandy's weight helped compress their breasts more so they could get close enough to resume their kiss and allowing their inflated figures to caress each other along the whole length of their bodies. For a long time there was no sound other than soft moans and groans and the hiss of inflated curves pressing and rubbing into each other.

"Mmmm, Mandy?"

"Yes?" she replied, her voice husky and distracted.

"I...think we're still getting bigger."

Mandy stopped her nuzzling and pulled back to look Desiree in the eye, then the two girls looked down at their tightly squashed-together figures as if they could determine their size by looking down their softly squished cleavage. Mandy rolled off her inflated friend, to awkwardly sit upright, while Desiree struggled to push her bloated body upright.

Desiree giggled as Mandy, upon sitting up, discovered her once-trim tummy had bloated up stretching out the front of her tights.

"Oh my gosh...look at me!" Mandy exclaimed, pressing her hands into her full, rounded belly, "I've gotten so fat! What are you smiling about?" she snapped.

Desiree patted her own distended belly, "What do you think. Now we're both stuffed. If it's any consolation though, I think you look terrific with your fattened belly," she said with a grin.

"You do?"

"Sure."

Mandy giggled, "I look like I swallowed a beach ball!"

"You thought I was sexy all fattened up, believe me, it works both ways. Except," she eyed her friend's straining figure, "you look like you're going to burst out of those tights."

"I know...I feel like a blimp!"

"Maybe you should take them off before you burst out of them?"

"I'm so fat I don't think I'd be able to fit into them again," Mandy mused.

Desiree leaned as close as her bloated belly would allow her, her inflated breasts pressing into Mandy's shoulder, "Why should you need to?" she whispered, teasing an earlobe with her tongue.

Mandy shivered in delight, almost leaning back into Desiree's plushly-inflated figure, then she leaned forward, spreading her thighs apart so the bulging spandex swell of her belly had room to allow her to awkwardly stand up, unused to her new dimensions, "Give me a sec, I want to go to the bathroom first."

"Do you think your hips will fit through the door?" Desiree asked playfully.

Mandy ran her hands down her much rounder, widely-inflated hips, "Are my hips really that fat?" she, just as playfully, asked back.

"Yes!" Desiree said, laughing.

Mandy waddled slowly and carefully to the door, her hands either cradling her bloated proportions or keeping herself from bouncing uncontrollably. Desiree giggled from the bed, "Wow, I could watch you walk away all day! And at the speed you're moving, I might get to."
"Hey this isn't as easy as it looks," Mandy shot back over her shoulder, concentrating on her gait, "This is the first time I've ever blown up like a balloon, I'm totally not used to how much more of me there is to move...or how much more of me moves around, I'm so bouncy!"

Mandy made careful progress out the door and turned to walk down the hall to the bathroom, noting the exaggerated waddle her stride had become and how close her extra-padded hips were to the walls of the hallway now. She touched the knob to the bathroom door and paused, listening....

Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized the sound of the garage door opening. The hall she was currently in ended in the kitchen, with the garage directly opposite the hallway across the kitchen. She shot a terrified glance at the door that led from the kitchen to the garage, which was in a dead line with the hallway she was now mostly filling. She heard the thump of the family car's doors closing and the voices of her parents.

Mandy looked down at her bulging and bloated body, clutching her inflated proportions, she ran, bouncing back to her bedroom.

Not realizing that bodies as inflated as hers aren't made for running, she promptly tripped and fell flat on, well, not on her face, but on big chest and belly. The gas puffing her up made her bounce on her chest and belly a few more feet down the hall closer to her room. But because of the varying curves of her inflated body she didn't bounce in a straight line, rather she found she bounced sideways, rattling against the walls as well as going forward. Her bulging, bloated body made a hollow sound like a ball or a bounce toy. Mandy stopped bouncing a step away from her bedroom door, and drew her legs up under her distended belly, pushing with her arms until her inflated breasts cleared the floor, and finally heaving her light, but bulky figure off the floor and lumbered into her door, knocking it open as she entered.

Desiree immediately understood something was wrong from the expression on Mandy's face, "What is it?"

"My parents!"

Desiree looked askew at her friend, "Is that bad?"

"Bad? Look at us! You look like a blow up doll that's been inflated out of her underwear and I look like a parade float for Bally's!"

"Fine, geez you're testy when you're fat. We'll just hide from them."

"Where genius? We're too fat to fit under the bed, or even behind it for that matter. We're too fat to fit in the closet and we're too fat to run away, trust me on this, we're in no shape to run. Our bodies are just too big to hide!"

"Mandy?" called the voice from the kitchen, "Groceries."

"We've got about thirty seconds, then we're busted." Even under such dire circumstances, the humor and sensuality of their condition wasn't lost on the girls, who held their over-inflated breasts and giggled at the double meaning, "But I'm pretty certain that your parents and mine aren't going to take it well when they find their darling little girls inflated like balloons! We'd probably be better off having smoked a joint."

Desiree patted her bulging belly, "Yeah, you're right, we're blimps."

Mandy got a distant look in her eyes and snapped her fingers, "That's it, you are a genius!" She waddled over to her closet, bent awkwardly, her stuffed tights creaking at the strain and surfaced triumphantly with another gas cannister in her hands.

Desiree groaned, "Oh Mandy, aren't we already fat enough?"

"No, we aren't. It's helium Dizzy, we'll be blimps!"
"I think you're crazy..and I think I am too, who blimps up first?
Mandy put the nozzle in Desiree's mouth and opened the valve. Dizzy's eyes got big and round as the helium puffed out her cheeks.

20. Desiree cradled her bustline in her arms as her chest inflated even larger, her large breasts floating upwards in her skin-tight underarmour sports top.

19. Desiree felt her already plump bottom puff up larger, pushing out around the seat of her panties. She reached ineffectively around behind her to feel her bottom become bigger and strangely light.

18. Desiree looked down unable to see past her big breasts, spreading her legs open as her belly bloated out even fatter with helium.

17. Her waist expanded from the gas pumping into her, making her fattened hips meld into the single rounding curve of her torso.

16. The swelling of her torso lifted her arms away from her sides as they swelled up with gas.

15. She felt her legs puff up, inflating along their length, growing rigid from the gas pressure inside her.

14. She lowered her puffy arms to press into her ballooned body as she swelled fat and full with helium.

13. While unable to see her feet, Desiree felt them lift off the ground as her bloated body gained buoyancy.

12.Desiree felt Mandy's hand press palm spread on her ballooned belly, sinking into her soft girth, and pushing her upwards gently, the cannister nozzle pulling from her mouth as her blimped body rose, gaining speed as she floated up to the top of the vaulted ceiling, her inflated bottom cushioning her impact with the ceiling.

11."It worked!" Desiree called down in her high pitched voice. "Look what you've done to me! Oh my gosh, I'm such a blimp...I'm floating! You have to try this!"

10. Mandy put the hissing nozzle in her own mouth, instantly feeling the cold gas puff her cheeks out, but even more surprising was how rapidly her waist bulged out from the gas pumping into her, making her already bloated belly balloon up with helium.

9. Mandy felt her limbs grow plump and stiff with gas, making her waddle.

8. She tried to bend her arms to hold down her breasts as they ballooned up bigger and lighter, floating up to obscure her face.

7. As her belly filled up like a balloon it pushed her legs open wider as her body grew bulker from the gas bloating her. She waddled, adjusting her stance.

6. She found herself unable to bend her plump arms to reach across her largely inflated chest to pull the tank nozzle from her mouth. The empty tank fell softly to the carpet.

5. Mandy looked down at her fully ballooned body, unable to see anything past her over inflated chest, her hands testing her blimpedness by gently pressing into her gassy body beneath her bustline and her line of vision.

4. Mandy felt her feet lift off the floor as her swollen body slowly and helplessly began to float.

3. The door to Mandy's bedroom opened and was stopped from opening completely by bouncing off of Mandy's bloated body and latching shut again, buying the blimped-up teenager time to float up to join her friend on the ceiling.

2. Desiree welcomed her ballooned girlfriend up to her lair on the ceiling, "Mandy you look terrific as a blimp!" she squeaked in her helium-pitched voice.

1. "Quiet!" Mandy hissed in an equally squeaky voice, as her mother re-opened the bedroom door and looked around for the girls.

Their gas-distended bellies floating just a few feet over Mandy's Mom's head, the inflated friends held their breath as the questing parent pondered the absence of her daughter, who she thought she heard in her room. Looking back and forth, the Mom finally decided the room was empty and retreated then paused as her foot struck the now-empty helium tank lying on the floor-

Above her, the two girls winced, expecting an embarrassing discovery at any second.

-And the Mom smiled and shrugged, "teenagers," and closed the door behind her.

 

Floating against the ceiling both girls released the mighty breath neither knew they were holding.

"It worked!" Mandy whispered in her high-pitched voice.

"Yup," Dizzy nodded, frowning, her voice just as high pitched from the helium bloating her.

"We're safe!" Mandy squeaked, marveling at herself, blimped and floating more than a story over the ground.

"Yup, for now."

"You're brilliant!"

"Very true."

"Well for heaven's sake, what's got you so glum? You're beautiful, we're fat, floating and free!" Mandy sighed in her high-pitched voice.

"Mandy, how do we get down?"

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