Angela tossed and turned in her bed for almost an hour before deciding to open her bedroom window, hoping a cool breeze might ease the hot summer night. She tied back the curtains before lighting a citronella candle and placing it on the window sill to keep the bugs out. She laid back down and before closing her eyes again imagined the flickering candle to be that of a candlelit dinner for two. As she focused on the idea of having the reality of a love life, the curtains fluttered and a blue balloon about four inches in diameter drifted in with the breeze.
The balloon hung motionless for a moment, then moved toward the figure on the bed. The balloon came to rest on Angela's wrist, then slowly moved up her arm. When it reached her shoulder it lifted from her body and moved to just in front of her face. After a moment, the balloon directed its stem towards Angela's mouth and blew a gust of air at her.
A smile came to Angela's face. The balloon moved down her body. Its discharge of air had not diminished its size. The balloon caressed her right breast and nipple, then continued down across her stomach and under the hem of her nightgown. The balloon pressed its stem to Angela's labia and parted them. The balloon hissed air again. This time it deflated. When the balloon was flaccid it disappeared up into Angela. Angela woke with a start.
"Where am I?" she thought to herself. She sat a moment and tried to remember. She had opened the window, lit the candle and laid back down. She had been thinking about a romantic dinner.
"That's it," she whispered as her dream came back to her. A handsome, dark-haired man with a mustache had walked over to her table. She remembered thinking how good he looked in his three piece suit. She had gazed into his eyes when he sat down at her candlelit table. He had picked up her hand, caressed her wrist. Then her arm. Then her shoulder.
He blew her a kiss and said, "I love you," the way she had always wanted someone to say it to her. The smell of fresh baked bread filled the air. The feeling of being loved, of being safe and secure, had washed over her entire being. She had not protested when his hand wandered down to her breasts. Or when he had softly massaged her. Her head had fallen back in pleasure. He unzipped his pants and entered her. And then....
Her inner ear had told her she was not sitting, and she was startled back to consciousness with the jerk she often experienced in dreams. Like going down a step, or putting a foot into a stirrup. The foot moves, the mind knows it's wrong, and, 'poof' she would wake with a jump. Angela knew she could fall back to sleep now that she already had. She got up and walked to the window, blew out the candle and closed the window. As she walked back to the bed a tickle in her stomach made her squirm.
She rubbed herself, wondering what she might have eaten. She stopped as she felt the tickle move under her fingers. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt something move up to her bosom. Angela's attention was distracted as she realized she had more bust than she should.
"I must still be asleep," Angela tried to convince herself. As if to confirm this, she walked back to the bed and sat on it.
"That's it," Angela tried to reassure herself as whatever it was moved up to her throat. She 'harumphffed' a couple of times to clear her throat, but it did not work.
The object moved up to her mouth. Angela expected to gag, but the lump came out under her tongue rather than the throat. Angela swished her tongue around and tasted something rubbery. What could she have eaten to give her this dream? As it exited her lips, it started to inflate!
Angela reached up and grabbed it on both sides as it reached 4 inches in diameter, then 6 inches, then 8 inches. She twisted the balloon around trying to get it out of her mouth, and trying to figure out how it was inflating. She turned the balloon so the stem was facing her.
The balloon let out a gust of air. The smell of fresh baked bread filled the room. All of Angela's fears and worries left her as she felt a wave of warmth wash over her from head to foot. A smile came to Angela's face as she slumped back on to the bed.
'I knew I was still asleep,' she thought. The 8 inch balloon spent a moment to be sure Angela was asleep before it started moving. This time it moved down her left side, across Angela's breast and nipple. Down her stomach and under her nightgown. The balloon placed its nozzle between the folds of her womanhood and deflated itself into Angela. Once again it disappeared up into Angela.
Angela was dancing. There was soft music, but she did not know where it was coming from. She was on the dance floor making lazy circles with a dark haired man. Her handsome stranger! Angela knew she was dreaming. She saw there was no ceiling to the ballroom, that they were the only two dancers, and there were no musicians on the stage where the music was coming from.
'I am dreaming,' she thought, afraid a spoken word, even in a dream, might destroy the magic. Angela rested her head on his shoulder. She remembered now how he had said "I love you" when the music began. It was as if he had blown her a kiss. They were serving food somewhere.
There was no thought of her day to day worries or frustrations. She knew he would take care of her every need, her every want.
He brought his left hand around from the small of her back and cupped her left breast. She did not protest. His hand moved down her side to her hip. He opened his pants and entered her. As he did this, he dipped her. Angela's inner ear woke her again. This time the memory of the dream was clear. The music was still in her ears as she lay on the bed. His touch was still on her breast. Angela reached down to touch herself where he had entered her. She was wet from arousal.
"One more minute," Angela mused, "and it would have been real nice." Angela sat up as she felt movement under her fingers. She suddenly remembered her last 'dream.' Angela traced the movement with her fingers. Up to her stomach. Up to her breasts.
Angela stopped tracing as she realized the form under her nightie was more than it should have been. She tried to feel her new size through her teddy. Her 34 B had never been much to distract her, or anyone else for that matter. That had changed. She was trying to decide if she was a 34 C or a 36 B when a tickle in her throat started her to coughing.
She reached for her throat to find where the lump had progressed to when she felt it come out under her tongue. Angela no longer tried to think about dinner, or anything else she had eaten the day before. This was something else, and she had to get rid of it. As the blue balloon crossed her lips, it again started to inflate. Angela sat up as she watched it grow from 4 inches, to 8 inches, to 12 inches.
Angela pulled at the balloon until it released from under her tongue. She decided it would be better to throw the balloon out the window instead of finding out how it was inflating. She remembered having closed the window as the balloon bounced off it.
The balloon bounced off the now closed window back towards Angela. Angela opened the window, and grabbed the balloon to throw it out again. She realized the stem was pointing at her face just as she was about to throw it again. The balloon let loose with another gust of air and the aroma of fresh bread filled Angela's room. She struggled to remain awake, but her eyes glazed over and focused somewhere in the middle of the window. Angela fell back on to the bed, holding the balloon with both hands, as sleep engulfed her.
After spending a good ten seconds blowing air at Angela, without losing any of its size, the balloon wandered slowly down Angela's form. Her sleep was deep, but fitful. The balloon was not able to complete its journey with Angela's moving around, so it moved back up her body. It moved from breast to breast, blowing gently on them as it moved from one to the other. Angela's motion increased to a frenzy, then collapsed as an orgasm shook her from head to toe.
The 12 inch balloon now resumed its course to Angela's now drenched pussy and disappeared up into her after deflating itself. Angela's breasts heaved as if she had taken a deep breath, but they did not decrease in size as she lay back and exhaled. Angela was walking down a dark street. Something was wrong! There was something she should be terribly afraid of! She glanced from shadow to shadow until, finally, a masked man jumped out and grabbed her. As she screamed, a hand grabbed the masked man from behind. The masked man was torn from her. She recognized the man who was saving her. He was a dark haired friend with a moustache, wearing his three piece suit.
"I love you," he said, as he picked the masked man up and threw him back into the shadow he had come from. Angela rushed to hug her rescuer. She did not know where he had come from, but she wanted that he should never leave her again.
Suddenly, the street was lit and a brass band was playing. The mayor was there to give him the key to the city. He then gave it to Angela.
"The key to my heart," he said.
He kissed her, his hands wandering over her body. They were suddenly alone. The street had become a bedroom. HER bedroom. Angela knew she was dreaming. As she felt his hands on her breasts, she hoped the dream would never end. As they were lifted and massaged she was swept with ecstacy. The feeling grew until an orgasm erupted from deep within her.
Her significant other reached down to his member and placed it in her. Angela reached up to stroke his face. Her hand passed through his face as he deflated and disappeared into her. Angela woke once more to find herself trying to remember what had happened. Dream and reality merged as her feelings and thoughts blended together to form one giant collage which kept changing like a swirling kaleidoscope.
She focused her thoughts as a large lump moved under her skin from her stomach to her breasts. She tried to push it back down, but found herself examining her breasts after the lump went up under them.
Her nightgown was now stretched tight from nipple to nipple. The mounds had grown to a 40 D, at least. A wave of pleasure washed over her as she found her bustline to not only have become larger, but more sensitive. Angela was fondling and squeezing herself when she became aware of the now familiar tickle in her throat.
The balloon came up under her tongue amid a new coughing binge. It moved forward under her tongue to the lips and inflated as it passed Angela's teeth. Angela watched again as the balloon swelled to 8 inches, to 12 inches, to 15 inches. The sound of stretching rubber was briefly heard and then, BANG! The balloon burst into shreds.
Angela, having never really awoke, fell back into a deep sleep as the room filled with the aroma of freshly baked bread. As Angela slept, oblivious to the world around her, the pieces of balloon began to rustle. Fourteen pieces slowly filled out from a flat strip of rubber until they became spherical. They increased in size until they were about 4 inches in diameter then, one by one, rose in the air. Some from Angela's bed, some from the floor, others from the headboard. They all drifted toward Angela. From head to toe, they rubbed gently against her sleeping form. Two rose to her face and, turning their nozzles towards her, blew air at her face. A smile appeared on Angela's face and they moved away, down her body towards their goal.
Angela was cooking. She was baking a tray of bread rolls. The smell of fresh bread filled the kitchen. She put oven mitts on, opened the oven, and took out the tray. She walked from the kitchen into the dining room.
Her husband was sitting there. Funny she could not think of his name, but she loved him completely. She bent over and put the tray on the table.
"Looks delicious," he said. "Almost as delicious as.." he blew a kiss to Angela. He stood up and hugged her, his hands caressing her every part. He picked her up and laid her down on the table. Unzipping his pants, he said "I love you," and entered her.
Angela felt hands all over her as he deflated and entered her. Hands appeared where she felt them, and suddenly she had at least a dozen husbands. Each patiently waited for the one before him to move towards her womanhood.
Husband after husband took a turn blowing her a kiss, vowing his love, entering her, then disappearing after deflating. After the fourth time she erupted with another all consuming orgasm. But husband after husband kept appearing.
She felt something under her tongue. A blue balloon inflated out of her mouth. Her husband's face appeared on it. After the head left her mouth the rest of his body grew down from the neck. Before leaving to take his place in line he blew her a kiss. The blue balloons slowly caressed Angela's body as, one by one, they took their turn deflating, then disappearing, into Angela.
The disappearing air quickly manifested itself. Angela's breasts grew size by size as each balloon emptied itself into her. From 42 E to 44 F to 46 G. And on, and on.
Angela began to trace circles into her bed sheet as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her each time a balloon rubbed past her clitoris on its way into her. The tickle in her stomach as the balloons made their way up to her mouth only served to increase the other sensations. She was in a continuous state of climax.
As the pressure built up in her tits, other parts of her body were blown up by the air. Her flat stomach rounded upwards. The slack in her arms and legs was taken up until she was forced into a position where her arms were straight out from her body and her legs straight down. Her legs filled until the connection from legs to body became vague.
Her nightgown was slowly pushed up past her nipples. Her tit flesh started wrapping back around her torso, lifting her back up causing her head to tilt back.
The balloons slowly made their cyclical journey. Each time they emerged from Angela's mouth they inflated to a larger size. The balloons bursting again as they reached 15 inches, trying to reach 16. The bits of rubber each reformed into smaller balloons to continue their deliberate routine.
Angela was trying to type letters at the office, but her husband (what was his name?), was dropping letter after letter into her 'IN' box. Each time, he walked around to where she was sitting, said"I love you," then gave her a thrill as he disappeared into her. And she kept blowing balloons. Each one had the image of her husband's face. What WAS his name? They always remembered to blow her a kiss, then each spent several moments rubbing her here and caressing her there before going to the end of the line with their letters. Angela did not know how she was going to ever get all this work done. Besides the endless flood of work, Angela was having problems reaching the keyboard.
'I'm pregnant,' she thought as her tummy pushed her away. 'Won't want for milk,' she thought as her boobs flowed onto the keyboard. As long as her husband was there to make love to her, she did not care. Angela shuddered now each time a balloon entered her. The singular stimulation of her clitoris in the one direction was maddening, and she writhed in bliss as every balloon caused her to orgasm.
Her breasts had grown to enormous proportions. They were spherical orbs that had grown halfway to the ceiling. Her nipples were still normal size, but her aureola had stretched to the size of dinner plates. Where the breasts connected with her torso, they went from collarbone to belly button.
Her arms had lifted off the bed. Her expanding tit flesh had swallowed her arms to the elbow. Likewise, her legs were only visible up to the knees, then they too disappeared into an ever ballooning mass of flesh. Angela had lifted her legs and tried to wrap them around her imaginary lover. Once, twice, three times. She finally lowered her feet, but the multitude of blue balloons had crowded around her raging pussy pushing her legs even higher into the air.
Again and again the balloons pumped their air into her and then disappeared into her. Again and again the balloons inflated as they emerged from her mouth, some bursting as they exceeded their limit. The bursting balloons releasing their aromatic scent. The surviving balloons taking a moment to turn their nozzle towards Angela's face to blow a gust of air into her smiling face.
Angela was on an airplane. Was she a paratrooper? She was at the door. Her husbands were hooked up to the 'chute wire. Her husband was at the door yelling "Jump, jump, jump," as each husband ran forward yelled "I love you" then jumped. INTO HER!
She was trying to contact the pilot over the intercom to ask if this was right, but her mouth was held open by her husband's faces on the balloons emerging from her mouth prevented this.
Where they had come out one at a time before, there were now always at least three. Each time the husband turned and blew her a kiss. Funny how there was the smell of freshly baked bread on an airplane. Angela's breasts had risen to the ceiling. They were flattening out against the ceiling as they spread out. The added pressure against them caused the rest of her to fill out faster.
Her stomach grew upward, absorbing the bottom of her boobs. Her arms and legs disappeared into her mammoth flesh. Only the hands and feet protruded. Her butt spread out across the bed when it could no longer push Angela higher off the mattress. Her head was lifted as her back filled out, keeping her basically level to the bed.
The balloons were now running rampant to disburse their air into her. Where they had progressed at a fairly steady rate, each waiting its turn, they now forced their way into her. Five small balloons, or three large ones, were draining themselves at any one time. Angela's mouth was as wide as it could open, like responding to some dentist's order to open wider. The balloons were no longer waiting to reach the open air beyond her lips to inflate. They were starting while still behind her teeth and expanding outwards.
Angela's sheet was soaked from one side to the other as she went from orgasm to orgasm each time a balloon forced its way into her.
Angela dreamt she was in a hospital. The maternity ward. Her feet were up in the stirrups. Her doctor-husband was in the lurch saying "I love you." A baby-husband was also saying "I love you." Each time the phrases were uttered, the doctor-husband shoved the baby-husband up into her then followed.
She watched her belly swell as baby after baby was stuffed into her. Something in the back of her mind told her this was not right, but she had to concentrate on the matter at hand.
Husband after husband and baby after baby emerged from her mouth, each blowing a kiss before rushing around to become another screaming baby, demanding to be inserted into its mother. Angela felt her stomach against the ceiling.
Kiss after kiss. "I love you" after "I love you." Angela rubbed her temples. Two doctor-husbands appeared. The rate of receiving babies increased. More doctor-husbands appeared. More of "I love you." More kisses being blown. Her stomach spread out to the walls. Her ass pushed back against a wall.
Angela's immense form continued to grow with each flurry of balloons. Her tits had reached the walls on either side. Her gut was against the ceiling and spreading out towards the walls. Her butt had pushed the mattress though the bottom of the bed, and was about to break the frame. Her hands and feet were pulled back into little pockets inside her ballooning form.
Blue balloons filled the corners of the room. They had to make a circuitous route along the corners where the ceiling met the walls, and the walls met the floor to get back to jam themselves into Angela's very exposed pussy. They were not even completely deflating before being forced into her by the next wave of balloons.
Suddenly, the balloons were no longer able to pump their air into Angela. They started to gather at her pussy, each one straining to insert its nozzle into her. Angela had stopped expanding. There was no more room inside her.
The balloons did not care. They were only interested in completing their task. And that was to pump air into Angela.
As the blue balloons continued to group around Angela's pussy, their combined pressure managed to fill her more. Angela's skin began to lose its soft texture and become slick. Soon the balloon's started making a squeaking noise as they rubbed along her gigantic form. A red line soon appeared where the rubbing took place.
The redness spread across Angela's sides to her vastly expanded butt, then across her stomach. As the redness engulfed her breasts thin lines began to form along her sides. The lines criss-crossed her butt and abdomen as the redness spread to where her hands and feet. The lines soon caught up to the redness. The redness darkened and the lines became more pronounced. There was a brief sound resembling stretching rubber, and... KA-BOOM.
Angela looked around and saw her husband. Husbands. Hundreds of them. And herself. A hundred Angelas. Each was a pink balloon, just like her. She drifted among her blue husbands, blowing kisses to each other, and rubbing one against the other. Angela slowly realized she needed more. She needed the touch of flesh and blood against her.
Angela drifted out the open window into the night air. She enjoyed the view of the city from up in the air. Angela saw an open window and drifted towards it. A man lay sleeping in his bed inside the window.
Angela drifted through the window, causing the curtains to briefly flutter. She tried to wake the man in the bed by nudging him, but he remained asleep. Angela tried rubbing his face. The man rolled over, but remained asleep.
After a moment, Angela realized what she could do. All she had to do was blow him a kiss.
The man smiled, as the bedroom was suddenly filled with the aroma of freshly baked bread.