A high school prank results in Julia being exposed to a strange alien consciousness, triggering dramatic changes in her life and herself.
The survey mission had been going so well. Namunk had just planned to make a quick sweep by the planet, slingshot around the sun, then hibernate all the way home. Then the alarms went off on approach. Something was wrong, the hull was collapsing. Fast. And if the shell fractured out here in the vacuum of space, it would be all over. But if he ditched his ship in the atmosphere and there was nowhere for him to go he'd be just as gone. He turned the controls and aimed towards the blue orb ahead of him. If he found a suitable shelter, he could wait for a rescue indefinitely. Otherwise he'd just wind up a green flash in a black sky...
"Damn!" Julia kicked at a rock. I should have known better, she thought. Roxanne and her friends were the 'popular' girls at school, there really hadn't been any reason for them to invite her along. She should have been suspicious from the start, and shouldn't have been surprised when she came back and saw the jeep was gone. Now here she was, stuck near the peak of the mountain with night falling all around her. Too dark for her to find her way back, so she would have to wait until morning. Oh well, might as well enjoy the view.
Julia lifted her head to see a falling star streaking its way across the sky. "I wish I were home. I wish I could just fly away from here," she whispered, to nobody in particular. But then, almost as if the blazing light had heard her speak, it burst into a bright flash of sparkling powder. Julia felt a slight chill come over her.
She set off for a nearby ledge to get a view of the valley below. A massive expanse of darkness greeted Julia. She couldn't make out anything in the inky night. She sighed. In a flight of fancy she closed her eyes, spread her arms out, and pretended she could take off from that ledge if she really wanted to. And she really did want to. Tired, Julia took in a long slow breath to help relax.
But much to her surprise, it seemed as though she had lost control of her breathing. Julia kept right on inhaling, far past what her lungs should be able to hold. She was more curious than concerned, until she noticed her stomach was beginning to bulge.
"What the -- what's happening?" she gasped, still taking in air. Her bust started to fill out, her modest endowment swelling to an alarmingly large pair of orbs as it tried to keep pace with her stomach. She tried to reach around her breasts to squeeze them back down, and it was only when she felt the difficulty in bending her arms that she realized that they too were puffing up with air.
Amazingly her clothes stretched to accommodate her massively burgeoning flesh. Her jeans billowed out as her legs swelled and though the buttons on her shirt strained they held on. Even her bra, which wasn't designed to hold anything larger than a B cup, was expanding right along with her though it was becoming rather tight.
Slowly but surely Julia's body ballooned out. Her fattened limbs looked comically short as they barely protruded from her inflating bulk. And though she struggled to stop, she continued to inhale. Her body swelled up into a massive ball, engulfing her limbs out to her wrists and ankles. How funny I must look, she thought absently. A huge balloon, half blue denim below, red plaid above. But her thoughts rushed back to earth as she felt her feet slowly leaving it.
A panicked thought flashed through her mind. Oh my God, I'm floating! It didn't make sense that filling up with air would make her lift up from the ground. But then, it didn't make sense that she was filling up with air in the first place. She was still steadily inflating, the broad expanse of her own body now filling most of her field of vision. I'm enormous! The gaps between the buttons on her flannel were now several feet apart, but the cloth steadfastly refused to tear and kept stretching. And the ground fell farther away.
As the pressure inside her continued to rise, Julia realized she could no longer move her hands and feet. Though she'd lost sight of them long ago, she could guess what had happened by the way her taut flesh was beginning to bulge up around her head. Am I going to smother myself? But then she noticed how quickly her skin was being pulled tighter and tighter, the seams in her clothes beginning to make pained groaning noises, and she realized that suffocation wasn't the most pressing problem here.
I've got to stop this, she thought, trying to regain control of her rampant intake of breath. She simply couldn't. Bigger and bigger she swelled, higher and higher she rose, the pressure building with every passing second. Any second now, it's too much, I can't take any more, I'm going to pop I just know I --
Suddenly the world vanished in a mind-shattering boom.
Julia sat bolt upright in her bed, panting and sweating. It was dark, but as she looked around she could still make out the familiar surroundings of her bedroom. She laughed nervously and let out a sigh of relief. "It was all just a dream." Then she stopped. Julia froze in confusion as she realized that, although she was in her bed under the covers, she was still wearing her red flannel shirt, blue jeans, and hiking boots.
"Extraordinary creatures these things are," Namunk muttered. Almost entirely matter based, they made quite good shelters, and were quite easy to maintain as well. He'd managed a partial tap into its thoughts, but still needed some time to study this one. But time was something he had plenty of right now. But after making such an astonishing discovery on this world, Command might even forgive him for losing his ship.
And there were so many more experiments he wanted to try...
What was this place? Namunk thought to himself. This Julia creature seemed to frequent it, spending long periods here inactive. Home, she called it. Julia and her kind were quite complex beings, even having their own language. But they seemed quite oblivious to any entity that didn't have most of its substance in a material state. So while Namunk now at least had the vaguest idea as to what a "human" was, this Julia seemed entirely unaware of his presence. He would work on trying to communicate but until then he would have to be careful. These humans were quite fragile, and he had to make sure this one didn't come to any harm. But the fortunate thing about a material creature like this one was that it didn't require much of his energy...
Julia still didn't know what to think of what had happened that night. She was tempted to just write it all off as a dream, but that didn't explain why she'd still been dressed for a camping trip when she woke up. The trip had been real, and somehow she'd wound up back in her bed. But had she imagined herself filling up with air and exploding? It was more than a little disconcerting. She put it out of her mind.
As she was getting ready to go to bed, her thoughts turned to Roxanne. Roxanne Gardner and her little circle of friends were all quite notorious at school. Roxy was the leader of the pack, with Gloria, Tanya, Katie and Linda rounding out the core of the group. Beautiful and rich, they tended to get their jollies from tormenting other students. And of course, everyone wanted to be just like them. Julia chided herself for falling for their trick. Whatever would they want from her, except a few cheap laughs?
She turned to the side to view herself in the mirror. I bet Roxy wouldn't be nearly as popular if she were flat-chested and ugly. A pointless, bitter thought, since neither was the case. Roxanne was indeed beautiful, almost enough to draw attention from a body that was the object of desire for many of the boys at school. The Lord giveth, and in Roxanne's case He'd kept on giving. And apparently He was still giving; she was a senior in high school, and bragged about how she was still growing.
Julia held her stomach in and took in a deep breath, thrusting her chest out. Indeed, this posture made her look quite a bit larger, but it was doubtful that she could hold this stance or her breath for a considerable length of time. She exhaled.
Then she jumped.
Looking in the mirror, she saw someone whose breasts were slightly larger than the ones she remembered having. Julia brought her hands up to her chest to confirm it. Indeed, she was bigger. It took several minutes for the shock to wear off as the implications whirled in her mind. At first she had questioned whether she'd ever blown up in the first place, whether it had all been some strange dream, but it must have been real. But how had this happened? And while she was a bit fearful of what might happen, she was also curious. Just imagine what I could do if I could control this! And though she clearly remembered the outcome of her last experience, Julia decided that the only way to find out what was going on was to experiment. She exhaled and started to take in a long, slow, deep breath.
Her chest rose as she filled her lungs. But it soon became obvious that not just her lungs were filling. Julia's breasts started to fill up with air, plumping up and pushing out against the pink cloth of her nightgown. Larger and larger they grew as she took in more air. She could hardly believe her eyes as her bust gradually ballooned outward. She stopped, just to make sure she still could.
Julia gasped. Her breasts stood out far in front of her, quivering slightly as she exhaled. Her nightgown, which had never been intend to contain such a well endowed figure, was screeched out so thin that she could just barely make out the shadows of her areolas around the two plump nipples pressing firmly against their confines. It clung to every curve, yet amazingly showed no signs of strain or tearing.
"I'm even bigger than Roxy," she marveled. Bigger than anyone she'd ever seen. "I wonder how big I can get..."
Again, Julia inhaled.
Her breasts swelled up bigger. At first the tension in her gown flattened them out some, but as they expanded they grew firmer, lifting a bit and becoming rounder as the pressure built up in size. Soon they were huge, almost touching the mirror almost an arm's length in front of her and bulging out far wider than her shoulders. They looked like two massive pink globes protruding from her chest. And still they grew, until she tried to reach her arms around them and realized that she couldn't. Her nipples were thicker than her thumbs, and they were just about to slip beyond the reach of her fingers. She stopped with a sigh.
"Look at me, I'm huge!" she marveled, to nobody in particular. Her nightgown was impossibly stretched skin tight across her expansive bosom. She gently rubbed the sides of her breasts, reveling in the sensation of her fingers across her taut skin. It was a wonderful feeling of fullness, but she couldn't help giggling a bit, gazing at her absurdly inflated boobs. She'd have to figure out a way to deflate before going out, not just because of the attention she'd draw, but because there was no way she could squeeze her colossal endowments through her doorway at her present size. But for now it was just her, alone in her room, free to try whatever she wanted. She maneuvered her way to her bed, being careful not to bump into anything with her massive breasts. Struck by a whim, Julia leapt onto her mattress, her bosom cushioning her landing and supporting her a good distance off of the bed. She laughed out loud as she bounced up and down on boobs, which were squished a bit by her weight and spread out to provide a cushion for most of her torso. She laid her head down, acting as her own pillow, and made herself comfortable.
"Mmmmm...this feels so wonderful," she sighed. If she'd been thinking the incredible nature of what she was doing, if she'd tried to consider what it was that allowed her to extend herself this, or if she'd even gave the briefest of attention to the consequences of becoming a human balloon, she might have hesitated or even panicked. But no such thoughts crossed her mind. All she knew was the warm, soft feeling of resting on herself. Lost in her indulgence, Julia closed her eyes as her thoughts drifted off to what it would be like to be even bigger. The hissing sound was so soft, she might have missed it entirely if she hadn't felt it echoing ever so softly through her inflated breasts. Her stomach was filling up with air, bulging out and pressing against the bottom of her breasts. Then she felt a slight tension building in her arms and legs as they plumped up. Julia was inflating again.
She grinned as her entire body swelled, quickly starting to catch up with her bosom. Her waistline faded away and vanished as her torso expanded, her growing belly finally surpassing her boobs and lifting her up off of the bed. She let her arms and legs dangle against her distended stomach. Then her limbs began to puff up too, sticking out stiffly from her body. And still she kept on inflating. Her shoulders grew, and the swelling even began to creep up her neck. Soon her limbs looked fat and stubby compared to the rest of her massive bulk. Bigger and bigger she grew, until she could feel herself pressing against the ceiling. Only then did she stop. Julia wiggled her hands and feet a bit, but the rest of her was far too inflated to move. Her head was cushioned on all sides by her burgeoning body, which was snugly wedged between her bed and the ceiling. With one last drawn-out sigh, she settled in to sleep. She'd worry about deflating in the morning.
Robbie stood up on his hilltop perch watching Julia sleep for several minutes before he was able to look away. He'd been using this spot for stargazing since he was a little kid. But as he graduated to more powerful telescopes, he discovered that he could peek in on the people living in the houses far below. There were only a few who were worth spying on, but Robbie had found that a surprising number of people didn't always close their drapes before undressing. Julia occasionally forgot, so every so often she provided in interesting diversion from comet tracking. But tonight Robert got a show that he still wasn't quite willing to believe.
He'd been expecting the usual undressing, changing into the nightgown, then retiring for the night. Then she blew up. Tits bigger than any he'd ever imagined, then the rest of her. The picture he was taking now looked like just a head and hands set into a giant pink balloon. He wasn't sure what he would do with newfound information, but he definitely had some investigating to do.
Muscle and bone, heart and lungs, what a cumbersome way to construct a life form. Namunk chided himself for such thoughts almost as quickly as they occurred to him. His training had taught him better than that. If his people had learned nothing else from a hundred generations of exploration, it was that the universe had a certain order to it, and even the most bizarre life had an elegance that often wasn't apparent at first. Even the children of Araphon had their roots in embarrassingly humble ancestors. And if Namunk and his kind could rise up from such lowly beginnings, who knew what these humans could become, given time? All of this seemingly pointless complexity had to serve some purpose. And stranded or not, Namunk was an Explorer, and it was his duty and privilege to discover. Fortunately, his probes were functioning without mishap. Although they hadn't scattered very far yet, he was sure they would eventually provide data as valuable as what he was gathering here.
Julia awoke to the sound of her alarm. Without thinking, she rolled over to reach for the snooze button, only to realize rather abruptly that she wasn't capable of either rolling or reaching. As she drew herself from the fog of sleep, last night's events came flooding back and Julia realized she now had to deal with the fact that she was unbelievably inflated, and firmly wedged between her bed and the ceiling.
"Uh oh,"she gasped, impulsively struggling to move, but only managing to wiggle her hands and feet uselessly in the air. The rest of her was completely immobile. The grating beep of her alarm pulsed away in the background. "Okay," she said, "how are we going to get us out of this, Julia?" She tried exhaling forcefully, puffing away to no avail. "Damn!" Last night she'd been so caught up in hew newfound abilities, she hadn't really considered the consequences that would follow when she had to get up to go to school the next morning. "C'mon, Julia, we can do this." She closed her eyes and centered her thoughts on getting smaller, on deflating, on somehow releasing all this air that filled her...
She was rewarded with the loud hiss of gas rapidly flowing out of her navel. A victorious grin spread across her face as she felt herself shrink. But it vanished several minutes later as she heard a knock at her door.
"Julia, wake up! You'll be late for school!"
"I'm up, Dad!" He'd probably just gotten in late last night. His business frequently took him away for days at a time, which left Julia alone in the house most weekends. And most weekdays as well. She never held it against him. Without Mom around, they had to get money somehow.
Frantic, she tried to scoot herself off of the bed. She was rapidly deflating, but still couldn't move well enough to reach her clock. Finally, the swelling in her arms subsided enough for her to turn off the alarm. Still severely bloated, she rushed to get dressed.
"Bye Dad!" She kissed him on the cheek quickly as she rushed out the door. Luckily, her father rarely used the car, so she could drive to school.
Compared to her unreal experiences during the past weekend, school seemed strangely mundane to Julia. Everything else about her world had remained quite the same, oblivious to whatever unnatural change that had happened to her.
"Enjoy the hike?"
Julia looked up to see Tanya, one of Roxy's friends. She'd also been on that fateful trip. It just wouldn't be in her nature to pass up the chance to take a cheap shot.
"Actually, I did," Julia responded. "It was quite -- uplifting." She smiled to herself as she headed off to her chemistry class, leaving behind a rather perplexed Tanya.
And so Julia's mundane life continued unperturbed: classes, homework, regular barbs and snubs from Roxanne and her gang. They seemed especially proud of their latest prank, and made sure the story spread through the entire school in short order. Oh well, Julia thought, one more event to add to my list of humiliations.
Over the next few weeks, she took as much time as possible to experiment in seclusion. She quickly gained increased control over her powers. It wasn't long before she learned she could inflate just about any part of her body, and became adept at getting blowing up bigger and faster. She didn't even have to inhale; on a good day, when she really concentrated, she found she could fill up with gas by just thinking about it. Every so often Julia found herself losing control and winding up at a larger size than she intended. Even more disconcerting were the occasions when she had difficulty deflating. But as she practiced, such incidents became less frequent, and the explosion incident that occurred the first night never repeated itself.
Then, one Friday, the envelope arrived. The day began innocently enough. History was as boring as usual, English even more so. Julia stopped by her locker on the way to lunch. She'd passed Roxy and her boyfriend Brent in the halls and endured the customary condescending glare. As she dialed the combination into her lock, she wondered if Roxy could have held Brent's interest for more than five minutes if she didn't have the body of a swimsuit model. She idly pondered what would happen if she approached Brent with a freshly inflated figure. Schemes of revenge whirled in her mind as she thought through what she'd try to do with her newfound abilities next when she got some free time alone to experiment again.
"Hello? What's this?" Julia muttered as she picked up the plain, unmarked envelope. She opened it and gasped in shock. Inside was a picture of her, apparently taken through her bedroom window while she was asleep. And she was blown up like a blimp. There was a note:
"Meet me at Harry's, 5 o'clock."
"Damn!" she swore as she slammed her locker shut. How could I have been so careless? She'd never though it mattered that she sometimes left her drapes open. Her bedroom had a view of nothing, just hills, trees, and a field where there would be more houses built someday. And now it looked like someone was going to blackmail her.
She didn't pay attention at all during class that day.
Harry's was a burger place in town. Not too long a trip from school, but far enough that it wasn't one of the more popular hangouts after class. Besides, it was Friday and most people had better things to do. Julia sat down at a booth and ordered a soda. All day she tried to figure out who could have been spying on her. If it had been any of her usual enemies, they wouldn't have been so subtle. And they certainly wouldn't want to meet her in a public place to chat.
She barely noticed when Robert walked in. Everyone at Spoone High new who he was, but very few actually knew him. Like Julia, he was pretty far down on the social food chain, but he had an aloof, superior attitude. He was brilliant, and made sure the world knew it. Robert came from a family of researchers, doctors, and college professors, and he firmly believed his intellect placed him above those who cast him out as a geek. He wouldn't have sat down with the "in" crowd even if invited. Of course, he never would be invited, but that was hardly the point. Image was everything.
He walked towards Julia's booth. He looked the role, tall, lanky, slightly unkempt. At least he hadn't gone for the horn-rimmed glasses and pocket protector.
"Julia?"
She looked up from her drink. "Robby? I, uh, I'm waiting for someone." She figured it probably sounded like a lie, but under the circumstances she didn't care.
"Yeah, I know. I sent you the envelope." Hesitating a bit, he sat down.
"What do you want, you slimy little bastard," she hissed through clenched teeth.
"You're upset. That's okay, I was peeking in on you, you're entitled. Just hear me out."
"What? You've already worked out blackmail terms?"
"No, that's not it at all! Just listen to me for a minute." He reached into his backpack and pulled out an envelope.
Julia rolled her eyes. "What now, more pictures?"
"In a manner of speaking. Okay Julia, here's what I know, the whole story. I was on the hill with my telescope, tracking a comet --"
"Sure you were. What comet was that?"
"I just found it a few weeks before. I'll name it as soon as the observatory confirms it's a new one. But that's beside the point. I admit I was spying on you. Truth be told, there are quite a few interesting bedrooms that can be seen from that hilltop if you have a good enough scope, and I admit I've looked into all of them at one time or another. Call me a pervert if you like --"
"You're a pervert," Julia snapped.
"But here's the deal. On one of those nights, I saw you -- grow, I guess would be an acceptable term. I took pictures, trying to figure out how it was possible. At first I thought it might have been some weird inflatable suit, but looking closely at the photos I saw that wasn't the case. I was very curious about this talent of yours, since it violates the laws of physics as I know them. But if I wanted to find out more, I had to approach you somehow. Which brings us here."
"And I guess this is the part where I pay you money to keep these pictures under wraps."
He sighed. "I guess it's not surprising for you to think that." Robert slid the envelope across the table to her. "In there you'll find all the remaining photos of you, and the negatives. Destroy them if you want, it's all the evidence I have that you're anything but a normal teenage girl. Of course, I could always spread vicious rumors about Julia the Human Blimp, but I doubt anyone would believe me."
Julia slowly reached for the envelope. "So what's this all about?"
"I never wanted to blackmail you, I was just curious. Wanted to find out more about what you can do, study you."
"You want...to study me?"
"Yes, that's all. This is something nobody's ever seen before. Imagine the possibilities! If you don't want to be a lab rat, just say so. You don't have to ever talk to me again. On the other hand, I'll just bet you're as curious about this as I am, and we can go back to my lab and see what the instruments say about you."
Julia took a slow sip from her soda. "Just one question."
"What?"
"It's close to dinner time. You buying?"
Robert broke into a smile. "Sure."
Over burgers and fries he told him about that had happened on the hiking trip: being abandoned, making a wish on a falling star, suddenly inflating. She left out the part where she exploded and was deliberately vague about how she got home. Robbie was so fascinated with her story, he didn't seem to notice.
"So you just...," he waved his fingers in an attempt to grasp a phrase, "blew up?"
"Mm-hmm," she nodded, eating another french fry.
"Amazing! And you can control this?"
She shrugged. "Kind of. That night you took the picture, I didn't really mean to get that big. It just sort of... happened. I tried to get bigger, then I just kept getting bigger. Managed to shrink back down the next morning, though."
Robert was nearly dumbstruck by the idea. Julia saw the wonder in his eyes and could almost hear the gears whirling in his mind as he tried to grasp the possibilities of how such a thing was possible. He though in silence for a while, and Julia entertained the idea that perhaps he was more overwhelmed by her condition than she was.
"I need to get you into my lab. I have instruments there, I could take some measurements. I doubt I have the equipment necessary to find the cause, I mean, I don't know what in the world could possibly explain this. But I think if I could actually observe this maybe..." He got lost again in the convoluted clouds of thought. "Are you doing anything tonight?"
From anyone else, Julia might have taken that as an invitation for a date. But it was obvious that romance was the last thing on Robert's mind. Looking at him, one might think it was never anything but the last thing on his mind. "Well, I've got a hot date tonight. Y'know, someone like me isn't going to be alone on a Friday night."
"Oh. Oh, I'm sorry--"
"I'm joking, Robby!" she giggled. "Besides, I wanna know what the heck's going on with me too."
"Wonderful!" He called for the check.
"Oh my God, it's like something out of a movie," Julia marveled. From the outside, Robert's lab looked like it has once been home to tractor. But he'd obviously put a lot of working into fixing it to his liking. Workbenches stretched along much of its length, crowded with computers and instruments. Of on a table in one corner there appeared to be several telescopes which weren't quite complete, and one section even appeared to double as a darkroom.
"Yeah, there were a lot of farms out here before they developed the area. You'll still find a bunch of old barns around. Dad wanted to convert this to a workshop, but I convinced him to let me have it. I pretty much do all my work out here. "Gimme a minute to get set up, I think I have a pretty good idea of what I'll need." Robbie cleared a large section of the floor space, rolling what looked like a twenty-first century go-cart off into a corner. He gathered several metal boxes from around the room, all bristling with antennae and wires, screens and lights. Julia hadn't the faintest idea what they might be for, but Robert moved them around and plugged them into one of the larger computers as easily as most people could slap together a sandwich. He started flipping switches, and one by one the machines came to life. "Ok, I think I'm ready." He picked up what looked like a wand-shaped microphone. "Is there anything I should be warned about before we try this?"
Julia stepped out into the center of the clearing. "I don't think so. But I've only done this a couple of times. I mean, the worst thing that could happen -- I could lose control and get bigger than think I will."
He rubbed his chin. "Let's keep you relatively small then." A thought hit him. "Um, are your, I mean - - are those clothes going to be a problem?"
"Don't worry, they'll stretch with me," she reassured him with a smile.
"Alright then. I'm ready when you are."
"Ok." She closed her eyes and shook her hands out a bit. Robert watched closely as she relaxed, taking long slow breaths. His instruments didn't show anything unusual until the fourth or fifth breath. Julia started taking in air.
Her belly slowly swelled outward. She didn't even hear the beeping of Robert's scopes as they recorded what was happening. She was far too caught up in the feeling of pressure as her whole body gradually filled, pulling her clothes tightly around her. Buttons and seams strained at first, then relaxed as the cloth started to stretch. Her belly swelled out steadily, her entire form taking on a rounded, bulbous shape. She stopped after a minute or so, sighing softly.
Robert looked to Julia, then to his screens. Then back to Julia, and back to the computer screen. "I'm not sure what to make of this."
"Pretty cool, huh?" Julia giggled, closing her eyes as she gently rubbed her vast girth. She looked as though someone had attached a head, arm and legs to a giant beachball.
"You're radiating," he muttered. "Very high energy, very high frequency. It's not a regular signal, but -- " Robert wasn't sure he wanted to say what he was thinking. Not until he could investigate more. He tapped a few keys, and a printer started spitting out a steady stream of papers. "I'll need to look over this data."
"Do you think you can figure out what's going on?"
"I don't know, but I'll give it my best." He walked over to her. "How...how do you feel?" He timidly held his hand out towards her swollen torso.
"Just fine," she murmured. "It's pretty nice, actually. I just feel really full, snug. It's kinda fun being big." She opened her eyes. "Go ahead and touch, Robbie, it's okay." Robert carefully brought his hand to her belly, touching the skin exposed by one of the gaps between the buttons on her blouse. He was clueless as to how the garment had stretched as much as it had. It looked like it was tissue thin, but still had its normal texture. But judging by how strained the buttons looked, it appeared as though Julia's clothes trying their best to return to their original size. Her belly was warm to the touch, and still fairly soft. It yielded without too much effort when he pressed against it. If Julia was a balloon, she was far from full right now.
"Amazing," he gasped. "How do you deflate?"
"It's easy. At least, it usually is. If I just relax and focus on getting smaller - -" As she spoke the words, a hissing came from her body as the air started to escape through her navel. Julia smiled. It was even easier this time. It shouldn't be too long before I have this completely under control. "So what's your take on this?" she asked as her inflated body slowly started to take on a more familiar shape.
"Um, like I said, I'll have to look over what my instruments say, but -- " Something on the monitor caught his eye. "That ring you're wearing, is there anything special about it?"
"Oh this? Just sentimental. It was my mother's. I wear it all the time. It's made out of silver, if that helps."
"Maybe." He typed away at a different console for a minute. "What about your hairclip?"
Julia giggled. "I borrowed it from my friend Charlotte months ago and just never returned it. I don't think she misses it that much, but I should probably give it back. I really doubt it's the reason I'm inflatable now." But Charlotte always has been pretty pneumatic, Julia thought to herself, giggling again.
"You're probably right," Robert responded, obviously engrossed in his numbers. "He shook his head. "I -- I think it's just the metal that's giving some strange readings. I'm sure it'll all fall out in the analysis. But for now all I can say is that it looks like you were exposed to some very strange energy source. At first look, it doesn't seem like it's altered you in any way --"
Julia laughed. She was almost back to normal now. "Maybe you should look again."
"But the energy's still there." Robbie shook his head again. Better do neck exercises, he mused, or I'm gonna hurt myself shaking my head over this one. "I'll give you call when I get something. Heck, I'll see you school."
"Do you think there's anything to all this blowing up besides entertainment value?"
"I'm sure it has some application, if we can just figure out what's causing it. And you'll never have to worry about drowning. Assuming, of course, you can get in one good breath before you go under," he smirked.
"I wouldn't even worry about that, Robbie."
"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow.
Feeling suddenly mischievous, Julia winked at him. "I'll show you one more trick before I go." She closed her eyes and focused, as Robert looked on with a perplexed expression.
Then her breasts began to swell.
Robbie gawked as Julia's bust filled out, overflowing her bra and pressing up against her blouse. Though she wasn't inhaling, her breasts expanded until it appeared she had two small blimps stuffed into her blouse, bigger than any model he'd ever seen.
"Bye Robbie, let me know when you've got something!" Julia blew him a kiss and walked out of the barn, jiggling gently all the way. Robert was left speechless.
The mental picture of Julia and her absurdly buxom figure made it hard for Robert to concentrate for the next hour or so. Fortunately, he'd already formulated a theory about Julia's abilities before she'd pulled the blow-up boob trick.
"I probably know more about you than you do right now," Robbie chuckled to himself as he pored over reams of numbers. His parents had thought he was foolish to spend so much of his patent royalties on such strange laboratory equipment, but he knew it would come in handy some day. On one of his computer screens, a wire frame computer rendering of Julia's body expanded and receded in a continuous loop. On the next monitor was the three dimensional graph of electromagnetic flux that had surrounded her during the process. It had taken him about a minute to figure out what was happening. Another hour of study had revealed the why. The how would most likely win him a Nobel prize if he could figure it out. Unfortunately there were probably only a dozen people in the world who understood quantum theory that well, and Robert was just humble enough to admit he wasn't one of them. How Julia had come about the change and how she was capable of controlling it were mysteries that would just have to wait. But luckily for Robert, that didn't prevent him from taking advantage of what he knew so far. Now all he needed was a little confirmation.
The next day, Robert was back on the hill overlooking Julia's house. Binoculars were sufficient this time, and they allowed him to stay concealed in the trees. It looked like Julia was going swimming, and she left early in the afternoon. Excellent.
Picking the lock was simple. It probably would have been even simpler if he'd just asked Julia if he could examine her things, but he wasn't quite ready to tip his hand. Not after her little demonstration had given him some rather devilish ideas. He quickly found her room upstairs.
When he had examined Julia, he'd detected three distinct but very similar energy fields coming from her. The main one was coming from Julia herself, of course, but her ring and hairclip had also been radiating. If they were just secondary fields induced by the metal, then her earrings should have shown up as well, but they didn't. So Robert programmed one of his meters to detect that energy signature.
"And here we are," muttered as he entered her room. Nothing extraordinary here. It was decorated in the pastels that girls seemed to like far more than boys, and smelled faintly of perfume and florals. He'd seen it all before from a distance. He scanned the contents of her dresser first.
The hairclip was sitting atop the dresser and, as expected, it set off the scanner. So did a tiny pair of stud earrings in her jewelry box. One of her bras and a pair of panties were radiating as well. A pair of socks, a t-shirt, and a pair of jeans finished up the contents of the dresser. Nothing to contradict his theory so far, but he wasn't certain yet.
It was the closet that convinced him. The red plaid flannel tested positive and the hiking boots clinched it. Whatever it was that had affected Julia, it was now in her and everything that she had been wearing on that hiking trip, Robert was certain of it now.
Wishing he knew more about women and their clothing habits, Robert tried to pick out those items that Julia wasn't likely to miss. The socks were a no-brainer, and Julia had so many pairs of earrings that she wasn't likely to miss one pair of studs. He grabbed the underwear, blushing slightly, but he didn't think she'd notice. He took the t-shirt, but figured the jeans, flannel, and certainly the boots would be noticed if they vanished. He made sure to lock the door behind him when he left.
Robert spent the entire weekend studying the clothing, do a far more thorough examination that he'd been able to do with Julia. None of it made any sense. He recalibrated is instruments half a dozen times, but kept coming back with the same results. Only his most exotic scopes could pick up anything useful, and by the end he was convinced that to get anything more meaningful he'd have to go to a major research facility.
The energy field contained in the clothes was extremely powerful, tightly contained, and appeared to be self perpetuating. This was, of course, impossible. "There's a power source there somewhere," he muttered to his keyboard. "I know you're there, you're just hiding." No matter what he tried, Robert couldn't tap any of the power to harness it. It was like it was there, but he just couldn't touch it. That is, until he touched it.
Late Sunday night, worn and weary from a sleepless weekend of work, he literally stumbled upon a breakthrough. He'd left one of the scopes running (dreadful waste of power, but he was tired after all), when he went to move a sock off of the scanning plate. When he went back to look at the results, he saw that when he'd touched the sock, the energy field surrounded his hand and flowed up his arm.
He quickly took off his shoes and replaced his own socks with Julia's. He scanned himself and, sure enough, the energy field had surrounded him. A smile broke across his face. Perhaps it was the exhaustion, perhaps it was the late hour, or perhaps it was the fond memory of a story about Benjamin Franklin tying a key to a kite and flying it in a thunderstorm to prove a theory. Whatever it was, at that moment Robert decided it was time to dance with the lightning.
He stood up straight, cleared his mind as best he could, and took in a long, slow deep, breath.
Robert inflated.
Fortunately, the barn had sturdy walls and was a good distance from the house, or else his parents might have heard his victorious howls of laughter. Had they investigated, they would have found Robert on the floor of his workshop, rolling around gleefully on his hugely swollen belly, lost in his own mirth.
"You're right, Julia," he called, patting his stomach and marveling at his girth, "it is fun to be big!"
It took him over an hour to figure out how to deflate. After that, he set about planning what he could do with Julia's magic garments. He'd already concluded that, unless he could reproduce this energy field, he couldn't really make any money off of it aside from what he could get from selling the individual clothes.
"Hell, I don't need money. I've got money." Robert had twenty-three patents total. Admittedly, only a dozen were for anything useful, but he'd sold off the rights to two for a bundle of cash, and three more would provide him with a constant income for well over a decade. But he remembered vividly how Julia had used her talents to inflate her breasts, and figure that there were a few very attractive women who might be interested in being able to do the same. The question was, what would they give to be better endowed?
"Now if only Roxanne Gardner wanted bigger tits," he mused. Robert, and most other men on the planet, could only dream about bedding a woman like Roxy. But she, and most of her friends, already had plenty of what Robbie had to offer, and took great pride in it. Or them, as the case may be. "Too bad," he sighed. For years, he'd fantasized about several of those girls, and frequently imagined what it would be like to be in the middle of a Roxanne-Tanya sandwich. But, barring a miracle of some sort, Robert would have to settle for trying to seduce some of the more modestly endowed girls.
Come Monday, Robert would find a renewed faith in miracles.
Part IV: Making Mischief
Julia grows more comfortable with her newfound abilities, and uses them to her advantage.
“This is a major setback,” Tiflo grumbled as he scanned Ointun’s report.
Garav, Overseer of the Deep Space Exploration Project, flickered in thought.
“Which tragedy weighs more on you, the loss of a seasoned Explorer or the loss of his ship?” Tiflo represented the Materials clan, which provided Garav with the ships he needed to carry out his duties. And now Garav had the unpleasant task of not only explaining the loss of an extraordinarily expensive vessel, but persuading Director Tiflo to help complete Namunk’s mission.
Messenger Ointun had just delivered the report containing the emergency transmissions received from Namunk’s ship. Garav scanned it again.
0309:9989::1023:105:303 >> Hull structural integrity compromised: Impact exception
0309:9990::1023:105:305 >> Damage alert issued
>> Level 3 systems evaluation commencing
0309:9892::1023:105:309 >> Damage evaluation complete
>> Auto-repair initiated
0309:9700::1023:106:501 >> Damage containment failed
>> Begin emergency transmission log
>> Begin engine plasma purge
>> Begin transfer of mission logs
0309:0002::1023:119:607 >> Hull integrity failing. Status: critical
>> PRQT:6119 - Emergency purge of pilot compartment
0309:0001::1023:120:103>> PACK:6119 - Authorization granted
>> Begin pilot compartment purge
0309:0001::1023:120:114>> PCMP:6119 - Complete
>>>Life support: offline
****:****::1023:120:119>> External sensors shut down
>> Power rerouted to comm
****:****::1023:120:121>> Main drive shut down
>> Power rerouted to comm
****:****::1023:120:130>> Main power offline
>> Rerouting to auxiliary power systems
****:****::****:***:***>> Auxiliary power failing
>> MTHN:1873
It appeared as though something had collided with Namunk’s ship. The emergency transmission indicated Namunk had changed course to intercept Antra 3 after the computer had failed to stop the hull collapse. He had then cleared the computer to eject him into the planet’s atmosphere. After that, the ship’s computer did everything possible to keep the comm alive long enough to transmit the mission logs. The mission summary glowed ominously:
Mission Status: 84% COMPLETE
Vessel Status: TOTAL LOSS.
Pilot Status: UNKNOWN. PRESUMED INACTIVE.
“Can you explain this?” Tiflo rumbled. “Your explorer was piloting a Ytzrakkel class Deep Exploration Scout. The collision avoidance systems on that ship are so advanced, he couldn’t have hit a meteor if he was aiming for it. But it seems he managed to do just that.”
Garav only blinked impassively. “So far we only have the emergency transmissions. We’re still trying to reconstruct the full mission log. Perhaps that will shed more light on the incident. The only reasonably plausible scenario is that the Antra system contained entities that were small enough to avoid the detection system at long ranges, but fast enough and dense enough to cripple the ship on impact. If we can’t recover the mission log, the only one who can answer your questions is Namunk himself. I propose that we send a rescue mission.”
“Why? Your Explorer is most likely deceased. Deep Exploration Vessels are prohibitively expensive, and we’ve sunk enough resources into this failure..”
“Granted, the DEV was a costly loss, but the mission was hardly a failure. Namunk had scanned a vast majority of the system before the incident, and there is still an opportunity to recover our expenditures.” He passed Tiflo the scans Namunk had made earlier in the mission. Antra 4, 5, and 10 all had enough mineral content to make them well worth mining. And the preliminary long-range scans of Antra 2 had been quite promising as well. “Potential dangers aside, I know the Materials clan is far too short on metal to pass up this opportunity. You’ll be sending a Miner crew out to Antra as soon as possible, I assume. I’m not asking for an Explorer, I just want you to send a recovery pod along with the Miner. Use a drone for all I care. Your clan will be working in the area regardless. But if you find Namunk, I want you to be able to bring him home.”
Tiflo was beaming, gleefully flicking his gaze over the geological scans. “Recovery drone, of course, of course,” he muttered. Even if there were only a tenth of the wealth the scans hinted at, all of that glorious metal would drown the cost of a rescue mission. “Of course...”
After Tiflo left, Garav settled back in his office, trembling. His ploy had worked; Tiflo had nearly burst with excitement upon seeing the geological scans. Hopefully his lust would blind him to the absurdity of incident report. He activated a secure commlink.
“Dolaron station,” came the reply.
“This is Overseer Garav. Request connection to Effendal Nerrin.”
“Acknowledged.” The delay was only a few seconds.
“Nerrin here.”
“Have you reviewed the mission logs from Explorer Namunk?”
“Affirmative. Mission will proceed as soon as cruiser refit is complete and crew selection is finalized.”
“What do you require of me?”
“One Explorer, one Metanalyst, and three Psions.”
“Done.” Garav terminated the link. Nerrin’s request had lifted his optimism. The crew members he’d requested could only be for a high-level research team. It indicated that he was still of an open mind with regards to the fate of Antra 3.
“So much to learn, so much to learn...” Namunk realized that his presence was having an effect on these humans. Apparently, the presence of an Araphon caused slight changes in human physical form. They showed up only as minor fluctuations in his sensors, such that he had almost missed them when he was first viewing their readings.
“What’s this?” He was noticing brief periods of intense noise in the sensor readings. Power output was too high in some places, too low in others. Namunk ran the calculation again to be certain, although he’s never known the probes to undergo what appeared to be a massive malfunction: the sensor power feeds were echoing. “That’s not possible.” The sensor feeds were attuned to his energy signature, so the only way an echo could occur was if another Araphon were nearby and trying to interfere. The nature of the interference indicated that most of it was originating from a nearby source, probably from within the host. Namunk froze.
His host was interfering with his probes.
The humans were Aware.
This Julia creature probably didn’t even know what it was doing when it tapped into the sensor feeds. But that it could at all meant that it had to have the capability of perceiving them in the first place. And that level of Awareness had never been seen in a life form this primitive.
“Stars and flame, I need more probes,” he gasped. “I need to contact Command.” Terrifying thoughts assailed him as the magnitude of his situation dawned on him. Here he was, using a sentient life form as a host, trapped on a world far from home. And it would be some time before Command sent a rescue mission, assuming his distress call had gone through. And although such things were far beyond his training, it was clear to him what he had to do. If this Julia were truly sentient in the same way that the Araphon were, then he had to make contact.
And as much as she hated to admit it to herself, her first thoughts were of revenge. Shallow as it might seem, she wanted to get payback for all the girls at school who were gorgeous and knew it and who used that fact to make her life miserable. There was a whole list of girls she wanted to torment, but that could all wait. Right now, she was working on a plan to dethrone their queen.
She and Charlotte had planned on spending the day by the lake. A day relaxing in the sun would be just the thing to melt away the craziness of the past few days.
Charlotte sat up. “Oooh, look at that one,” Charlotte murmured as a rather well-muscled man swaggered by.
Julia rolled over on her towel to look. “Not bad,” she nodded. “Why don’t you go after him?”
“Nah. Just window shopping today, not in the market to buy one just yet.” She lay back down, soaking in the sun. They’d spent most of the day swimming, sunning, and boy watching. “You, on the other hand, really need a good man.”
“Show me one,” she smirked.
“Look around, honey! Here, at this very beach, we have gathered some of the finest specimens of masculine excellence this world has to offer.”
“Yeah, and we both know they’re out looking for fine specimens of feminine excellence. Exhibit A...” Julia gestured of to their left, where the bodybuilder they’d been ogling had taken a seat next to a bronzed, bleached blonde beach bunny. “Birds of a feather flock together, Charlotte. It would be nice to find a guy who could be a little bit more than a trophy. And it would be nicer if he were looking for a girl who was more than a trophy.”
“I dunno. I think it might be good for you to find a good trophy to mount in your room.”
Julia threw a handful of sand on her friend’s stomach. “Shut up. I don’t want to be like those stuck-up bitches at school.”
Charlotte frowned. “You’re still pissed about the camping trip?”
“Hello? Try being stranded on the top of a mountain sometime. It’s not much fun.”
“Don’t waste your time thinking about Roxy, she’s not worth it.” Her head snapped up suddenly. “Ooh, but you certainly are!” She was looking past Julia towards a group of guys playing volleyball. “Mmm, I just love the way you spike, honey,” she purred, licking her lips. It was often said that redheads were supposed to be wild, and Charlotte certainly fit the role. Her lightly freckled face was stuck somewhere between cute and pretty, but her intense crimson hair and unabashed manner drew the most attention.
Julia sent another shower of sand to bring her back to earth. “I thought you weren’t in the market?”
Charlotte rolled her eyes. “Of course you’d have to rain on my parade. Anyway, just don’t bother with ‘em.”
“Easy for you to say,” Julia grumbled. “I don’t know what I can do, anyway.” Thinking a moment, she tried to suppress a soft smile. “What would you do about it?”
“Hmm?”
“What could you do to bring Roxy down a notch or two. I mean, even someone like her has got he have a weakness, right?”
Charlotte snorted. “‘What’ is easy. It’s the ‘how’ that’s trick.”
Julia sat up again. “Then what’s the what?”
Charlotte shook her head. “Come on, Julia, just look at ‘em. Roxy, Tanya, Gloria, that whole pack is all about image. It’s about who’s prettier, who’s got the nicest car, who’s dating the cutest guy. They’re all a bunch of spoiled brats who are used to getting whatever they want. It would probably just kill them to think that someone else out there could show them up.” She laughed. “Can you just imagine what would happen is Brent ever dumped Roxy for someone else? She’d throw a fit!”
Julia couldn’t suppress a giggle. “I’d pay good money to see the look on Miss Roxanne Gardner’s face if Brent decided she wasn’t good enough for him. Or big enough, as the case may be.”
They shared a hearty laugh, with Julia laughing a little harder than perhaps she should have. Now she had a plan. Charlotte noticed she was a bit quieter the rest of the day, but didn’t comment.
Sunday was just supposed to be a test run. Julia started by picking out her clothes. She wanted to draw a little attention, but she didn’t want to appear too obvious so she stuck with some plain stuff. She pulled out a pair of loose shorts and a green t-shirt she’d taken from her father’s closet.
But clothes weren’t anywhere near her biggest concern. She needed to be someone else, and that meant changing her face. She sat down in front of her mirror, staring intently at the image facing her. Julia had always been rather thin, and now she was quite grateful for her narrow face with its well-defined lines. If she filled it out bit, it would be unlikely that anyone would recognize her. At best, someone might notice a resemblance, but she was certain that once the transformation was complete nobody would know it was her. Ever so carefully, she focused her thoughts and started to inhale.
Once her lungs filled, the air started to seep into the rest of her. She guided the flow upwards, watching her cheeks fill out. It only took a few seconds for her to complete the change. Her well-defined cheekbones were gone, hidden under a nicely rounded face with much fuller lips. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail. Without her hair framing it, the new roundness of her faces was emphasized even more. Julia gasped, amazed at how different she looked. And anyone who knew her well would recognize that it was definitely her looking through those dark blue eyes. But if all went according to plan, nobody would be spending much time looking at her eyes.
She went to work on the rest of her body. She was getting quite comfortable with blowing herself up now. She inhaled, concentrating on her lower body. Her hips and butt filled out, taking up all the slack in her shorts, then stretching them. Still taking in air, she shifted focus to her breasts. She pumped them up until the shirt was pulled tight across her chest, lifting it up to expose her belly.
Turning, she admired her work in the mirror. She frowned. With her huge curves, her midsection looked ridiculously tiny. She took in another breath, putting a few inches on her waistline and adding a bit of plumpness to her stomach.
“I’m still too big,” Julia sighed. Her breasts were too large and too firm, sticking out from her chest like a pair of balloons, so much so that anyone who saw her might think they were just that if she didn’t already have the hips to match. People would believe the hips were hers, but her boobs looked like she had overstuffed implants.
“Hmmm, I wonder...” she mused. She let some of the air out of her bosom. The rush of air from her navel tickled a bit, making her giggle.
Julia went downstairs into the kitchen and filled a pitcher with water. “Bottoms up.” She brought the pitcher to her lips and started drinking. It’ll take a while getting used to this, she thought, noticing how different drinking felt with her lips plumped. But her plan was working. As she swallowed the water, it flowed into her bust. When she had finished, her breasts were larger, though not quite as large as before. Their weight had caused them to sink down and flatten a bit against her ribs. Not only did they look and move more like real breasts, they were small enough for her to tuck in her shirt. Barely.
“Now that’s better.” Much to her relief, there was no sloshing noise when she walked, but she figured it would take a little while for her to adjust to the extra juggle and bounce. These weren’t as easy to carry around, but Julia was surprised at how little the extra weight bothered her. “Alright, girls,” she said, giving herself a squeeze. “I think it’s time to go to the park.” She went back upstairs to grab her purse, and stopped cold as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She was used to seeing regular, plain Julia. But the girl looking back at her was somebody else. She was all luscious swells and provocative curves.
“Who is that?” she gasped, suddenly struck by the completeness of her transformation. “That's not Julia ,” she whispered to herself. “That's someone completely different. I can be someone completely different...”
It was a bit unfair, to be sure. Brent and Jeff had been playing football together since they were both in elementary school. They’d competed so many times over so many things, Brent just knew him far too well. Jeff was the second string quarterback at Spoone High, so they spent most of their time on the same team these days. But today, playing touch football in the park, Brent found himself face to face with the second best player he’d ever known. And he saw the blitz coming a mile away.
Jeff was always too eager, always trying to make the big play. If he’d just gone a bit slower, Brent would have been caught regardless of whether he’d read the play; his regular offensive line wasn’t there to cover him. But Jeff just ran straight in like a freight train, only to find that Brent just wasn’t there when he pulled into the station. By the time he’d turned around, the ball was in the air.
The fact that half of the guys were on the team didn’t hurt either. Brent knew that they were capable of. Ivan was a big man, but he could turn on a dime and leave nine cents change. If Jeff had played the blitz better, Brent wouldn’t have had any choice but to go to Nick, hoping that the Saint could pull off another miracle and get past Ivan. But Jeff’s overshot had left just enough time for Oxendine to get past the picnic bench. Farley was there to tag him, but it didn’t matter. Another touchdown, courtesy of Brent “The Bomber” Turley.
“Damn!” Jeff cursed.
“Don’t sweat it, Jeff. I’ve smoked better men than you on that play.”
“I don’t think so, Brent. They don’t make better men than me.” The others were gathering as Ox wrapped up the spastic gyrations that passed for his victory dance. “I think that’s enough for today,” Brent called, noting the receding sun. “Time to hit the showers. Good game, boys.”
“Cool, man.”
“We’ll get ‘im next time.”
“See ya tomorrow.” They exchanged high fives and playful punches as the group slowly dispersed.
While the rest of the guys wandered off, Brent made his way to the pond. He knelt down by the water, taking a moment to admire his rippling reflection in its surface. It was almost a shame to ruin it by reaching his hand in, but splashing the cool water on his face always made him feel good after a victory. Then, as he slicked the wet hair out of his face, he saw her.
She was sitting in the shade, leaning back against a tree on the opposite side of the pond. He only took the briefest note of what she looked like, not that he could tell much from this distance. He could see that she had long brown hair, and that she seemed quite focused on the book she was resting on her knees. But what Brent could see quite clearly at this distance, what took his breath away, was her bosom. Her t-shirt was filled to near bursting with the largest breasts he had ever seen. “Holy shit, they’re huge,” he gasped.
He stood, trying to look nonchalant as he made his way around the pond. He made only the briefest of glances in her direction as he approached. Each time he looked he half expected to see that somehow he’d been mistaken. Maybe she was pregnant, maybe she was really fat and just didn’t look it from that angle and distance. As he drew closer and was convinced that she was indeed as spectacularly busty as he had first thought, his doubts changed. “She’s probably a real bowser up close,” he thought. When she looked up at him, he saw that he was wrong.
“Hi there,” Brent said, smiling.
“Hi,” she smiled back. Her smile was dazzling, framed by full, red lips. Her face was slightly soft and pleasant, her eyes sparkling blue. “Good game.”
“Oh?” He was taken aback for a moment. “Yeah, it was fun.” She was hiding something behind that smile.
“Fun to watch, too.” She looked him up and down, then back up again.
Brent let her warm gaze slide over him. He was quite proud of his physique, and never shied away from a woman who wanted a better look. He sat down next to her. “I’m Brent,” he said, offering his hand.
She accepted his greeting. “Jessica.”
“Nice to meet you, Jessica.”
“It gets nicer.”
“I should be so lucky. What’s that you’re reading?”
“Oh, this?” She showed him the cover of the book. “It’s called Balloon Physics. Covers everything from balloon animals to weather balloons. It’s a little hobby of mine, I’m just fascinated by balloons.”
“Wow. I’m just a dumb jock, so physics is a bit over my head.” Jessica burst into giggles. “Hey, it wasn’t that funny!”
“Don’t worry, I’m laughing at you, not with you.” Her generous curves jiggled along with her laughter.
“Now I’m confused.”
She kept laughing. “Of course, you’re just a dumb jock, right? And I’m just some bimbo with a huge rack.” She smacked his shoulder playfully.
“Now, I’d never say that—“
“That’s the problem,” she said, letting her laughter subside. “I’ll tell you what’s so funny. I’m sitting here talking to you about balloons, and you don’t even take a glance at my chest. You'd never say it, but I know what you were thinking and I know it took a lot for you keep looking into my eyes, right?”
“Not really. You have beautiful eyes, you know,” he said still smiling. But it only took a few moments of her knowing glare for him to cave. Brent nodded, a bit sheepishly. “Alright, you’ve got me there.”
“So why don’t we stop playing this game, hmm?”
“Ok,” Brent replied, regaining his bravado. “Is there another game you like playing more?”
“Yes. Truth.”
“No dare?”
“No, no dare. At least not yet. Just truth, I’ll start. I was watching you play football over there, and I was thinking about how well built you are,” she said, staring right at his well-muscled torso. “And I was wondering how nice that body of yours must be up close. Your turn. What were you thinking when you first noticed me?”
“I, uh, I mean --” Brent stammered. Was it possible he'd met his match in cockiness? “When I saw you, the first thing I thought was 'My God, those are huge tits. I've got to get a better look at 'em.'”
“Hmm, tsk tsk. And you said you'd never say that.”
“I didn't call you a bimbo, did I? Your turn to tell all. So are those implants, or did you grow those monsters yourself?”
She glanced down at her bosom. “Do you care if they're real or not?”
“Not really, but you didn't answer my question. Does that mean I win the game?”
Jessica quickly scanned the park. It was still light out, but there were few people around, and they were far away. “No implants here,” she purred as she arched her back and pulled her shirt up, revealing much of her right breast. “See any scars?”
Brent's jaw dropped. She was braless under her t-shirt, and he found himself at a loss for words as he stared at the full, firm orb of her breast. She'd pulled her shirt up high enough for him to see the dark pink circle of her areola, her perky nipple stiffening as the cool evening air reached it. The rest was all endless, smooth ivory skin. There were no blemishes, no stretch marks, and certainly no scars from surgery visible. Her breast was perfect, and it was massive. There was little droop or sag, yet the curve of its underside almost reached the level of her navel, and her posture thrust it forward so far that it appeared it might overwhelm him.
“You can breathe now,” Jessica quipped, giggling as she pulled her shirt down.
“Ok,” was all Brent could muster.
“Mmhmm. Well, I think we should go somewhere a little more discreet if you want to keep playing this game.” She nodded towards some nearby trees as she packed her book into her purse.
“I think I like this game,” Brent said. “Let's go.” They both stood, and Jessica took his hand and led him into the greenery, away from prying eyes.
She tossed her purse onto the grass and leaned back against one of the trees. “I noticed you really like my – endowments,” she said, grinning. “I think I almost sent you into shock back there.”
“So ask your question,” he said, moving in closer to her. “Or are we starting with the dares now?”
She put her hand against his chest, keeping him back. “Not yet. So tell me Brent, how much do you like big boobs?”
He paused for a moment. “I love tits. The bigger the better. I already told you, yours were the first thing I noticed when I saw you, and they're the always the first thing I notice in a woman.”
“Hmm. Interesting.”
Brent stared deeply into her eyes as he pondered his next move. “So tell me, Jessica, do you want to see how I look with my shirt off?”
As hard as she tried, she couldn’t keep the spark of lust out her eyes. If I look away he'll know for sure, but I bet it's plain as day anyway, she thought. “Yes,” she whispered.
Without a moment's hesitation, Brent pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it to the ground. Jessica looked him over. Oh my God, did I just lick my lips?
“Like what you see?” Brent asked, flexing.
“It's my turn to ask the question,” she quipped. I can raise the stakes so much higher than you can ever imagine. “So bigger is better. But I'm pretty big already. I bet I'm bigger than any girl you've ever been with before.” So much bigger than Roxy right now. She put on her best pout as ran her hands down the sides of enormous bust. “But there must be such a thing as too big, right? Do you think I'd look better if I were even bigger?”
Brent was taken aback by her query. He knew how to get girls, he was quite good at that. And he knew what he was supposed to say. No Jessica, you're perfect. You're the bustiest woman I've ever seen, and any more would be too much. There is such a thing as too much of a good thing. You're beautiful just the way you are. But it would be a lie. That didn't bother him, he could lie to her like he'd liked to so many others and she'd never know. But even beyond her endowments, Jessica was unlike any girl he'd met before. It was time to take a gamble and see how far the truth could get him.
He stared unwavering right into her big blue eyes. “Yes. As big as you are, and as much as I love how you look, I think you'd look even better if you were bigger. A lot bigger.”
“Step back,” she said, gently pushing him away. For a moment Brent thought he might have ruined his chances, but Jessica was smiling. She closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and started taking slow, deep breaths. He stared, mesmerized by the rise and fall of her bosom. She kept up this breathing exercise for a minute that seemed to drag on for eternity. Then she opened her eyes, gazed intently into his, and took one long, huge breath.
At first Brent thought he was imagining things, but it quickly became clear that Jessica was inflating. Her already huge bosom was swelling, filling up as she inhaled. Her shirt pulled tighter and tighter across her chest as it grew, straining the fabric. But miraculously the cloth continued to stretch, and Jessica continued to swell. A flush rose in her cheeks as she strained to take in more and more air. Finally, she exhaled. By the time she was done, her breasts had nearly doubled in size. “How's this for a start?”
Brent gulped. “A start? Holy shit, how the hell did you do that?”
“Magic,” she grinned. “I guess now you know why I'm so fascinated with balloons. Go ahead, have a feel. It's all me under here.” She thrust her chest forward.
Brent brought his hands up to her bosom, gently caressing it. “You're huge,” he gasped as he fondled her masses of warm, soft flesh. “How –- how big can you get?” he marveled.
“Oh, I can get pretty big,” she murmured, lost in his touch.
Brent gasped. “You were a hell of a lot bigger than 'pretty big' when I first met you!”
She laughed. “I can get a lot bigger than this, if that's what you mean.” She pushed his hands away. “But I have to save something for later.”
“Later?”
“Yeah,” she grinned. “Later.” She turned and started walking away from him.
“But, but --” he stammered. “Can I at least get your number?”
“I'll find you,” she called over her shoulder. And with that, she left him.
Julia deflated slowly on the drive home. By the time she got back she was back to her normal self, at least on the outside. On the inside, she was still shaking. She couldn't get Brent out of her head. The eagerness in his hands as he touched her, the hunger in eyes, the warmth of his body, the rush she felt from inflaming that much lust in a man like him, it was all so overwhelming. The laws of physics didn't seem to apply to her any more, but that paled in comparison. And while some of the butterflies in her stomach were born from fear, she couldn't help but wonder how far she could take this.
She set her alarm so that she'd wake up early, and dug up her old Polaroid camera before she went to sleep. She wanted to make sure that Jessica was all Brent could think about during class tomorrow.
When Brent went out to his car Monday morning, he found an envelope tucked under one his windshield wipers. He knew it was from Her. All he could think about the previous night was Jessica, her incredible body, and all of the things he wanted to do with her and to her. And true to her word, she'd found him. He opened the envelope and pulled out a card printed on flowered stationery.
"Hi Brent. Got so hot thinking of you this morning, I just had to cool off. Maybe I overdid it a bit? You tell me. Teehee. I told you it gets nicer.
Jessica."
Brent smiled. She'd dotted the 'i' in her name with a little heart. Then he opened the card and saw the photograph. His heart skipped a beat. It looked like it had been taken in her backyard. She was drinking from a garden hose. And she'd been drinking from it for a while.
Her breasts were absolutely enormous. She was barely wearing a thin white tank top; the bulk of her breasts had forced it up, revealing the bottoms of her filling orbs. She was drenched, the cloth clinging to every curve, her swollen nipples plainly in view through the translucent cloth. And it was cold water indeed. Her cutoff denim shorts that looked like they were painted onto her amazingly broad hips, and if her breasts had been any bigger he wouldn’t have been able to see just how narrow they made her waist look. She was staring directly into the camera, winking at him.
It took several seconds for him to remember to breathe. He got into his car and stuffed the card into his glove compartment. He had to pick up Roxy, but it would be a few minutes before he was ready to see her.