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*****
When it was first explained it to her, the notion was so bizarre that she was sure a camera was hidden somewhere in the room and that she had been duped into appearing on one of those practical joke TV shows.
"Oh, no. We're quite serious - that's the reason for the extended confidentiality agreement this time around" explained the counselor. "We finished the animal trials last fall and the government granted us a permit to begin human testing."
This would be her third time as a paid volunteer for clinical drug trials at CVTechnologies. Though it hadn't always been what she could deem a pleasant experience (mostly because it was that she'd have to spend a weekend away from home), it was great to actually be (modestly) paid for receiving quality medical care. If her "sacrifices" helped mankind, so much the better. The medical teams at CVTech were always a friendly, professional bunch. They never hesitated in answering her questions and she was on a first name basis with much of the staff.
So she sat there on the office couch, a pen in one hand and clipboard in the other, mulling over whether to accept this latest offer or to decline and go running home, screaming the whole way. Above all, though, she was quite simply stunned by what had just been revealed to her.
"So basically, I get to be a human balloon?"
"Basically, yes."
She paused again for a long, uneasy silence. Of course, it also meant a week of long overdue vacation.
She signed the document.
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*****
She had checked into CVTech's long stay dormitory earlier that afternoon and was sitting on the edge of the bed, perusing some of the educational material that the recruiter had left in the suite for her. "Imagine never having to fear drowning in a shipwreck or from cramps while swimming" read the copy in the pamphlet she was holding. "Imagine jumping from a burning building or a damaged airplane and landing gently on your feet."
RescuFlate was a revolutionary concept envisioned by several of CVT's top scientists. So talented was the team that they increasingly thought of themselves less as scientists, doctors, and engineers but more as artists and magicians. They had even self-titled the group with the whimsical code name of "The Magic Factory". With these guys on the job, not only was RescuFlate possible, it was a sure-fire moneymaker.
With a knock on the open door, she looked up from her light reading.
"Hi" said a woman standing in the doorway. "You must be Sandra." The woman looked down at the clipboard in her hand to verify the room and name, bouncing on her heels as she did. Then, stepping forward with an outstretched hand said "I'm Pam. Pleased to meet you."
Sandra stood and offered her palm in return and the two exchanged pleasantries as they shook hands. Other than the white lab coat with a pocket protector, Pam looked like some kind of flunky intern with her faded jeans, tennis shoes, and t-shirt. A brief conversation, however, revealed Pam to be not just on the team, but one of RescuFlate's primary developers and, in fact, was in charge of the testing program.
"Roger says you handled the interview pretty well. We've had a few volunteers run home screaming after having the details of the program revealed to them."
"I'll bet."
Pam chucklesnorted, smiled disarmingly, and pushed her falling glasses back up on the bridge of her nose. "Well, it is a bit of an odd concept."
"I keep thinking it's some kind of practical joke and I'm being set-up." Sandra confessed.
"No joke - I promise." Pam smiled wider and bounced on her heals again, clutching the clipboard to her chest. "How about a tour of 'The Magic Factory'?"
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*****
Pam escorted Sandra out of the dormitory and over a few buildings to her lab in the R&D complex, or what she jokingly referred to as "The Magic Factory". Her office was a simple, untidy cube surrounded by many others; not quite the digs Sandra would have expected for someone of her status. "Nope - that's pretty much it. I don't need much in the way of an office and most of the work gets done in the lab, anyway" Pam explained while rummaging through the drawers of her desk to find a spare white lab coat for Sandra.
Through a set of double doors on one side of the cube farm, the pair strode down a long, plain hallway. The fluorescent lights reflected off of the immaculately waxed surface of the tiled linoleum, reminding Sandra of a hospital, as a nervous giddeousness seemed to overtake her. At the end, on the left, was another set of double doors through which was the lab (and, finally, something that resembled high technology research in progress). The room was lined with blue workbenches that were populated with electronic and chemical equipment, microscopes, and piping for liquids and process gasses. A few technicians in lab coats sat sparsely about the room, busily working at their stations and ignoring the two new entrants.
"Hi Bob" Pam called out to one of the techs as she bounced on her heels. The man sat up from his stereoscope and turned around in his lab stool. Thick glasses dominated his face. "Gotta newbie here - gonna show her around."
"No prob," Bob replied. "We're already underway this morning. It'll be a good show-n-tell." He gestured in a friendly, acknowledging way at Sandra before turning back to his work.
"Bob is the lead tech," Pam informed Sandra as the two walked to the opposite side of the lab. "You'll be working with him quite a bit."
Sandra nodded attentively as she was guided to yet another set of double doors. Pam stopped before going through them and addressed her charge.
"You've taken this all pretty well, but seeing the real thing in progress can be a little shocking at first," She explained. "I just want you to know that what you're about to see is perfectly safe. In fact, you'll be going through each set of tests in the next week."
"Safe?" Oddly, the alternative hadn't crossed her mind until that point.
"Yes - the details have been worked out for quite awhile and we're in the final process of testing before the rollout. I wouldn't have subjected anyone else to this until I tried it out myself. I was one of the first volunteers."
"Really."
"Yup. Here, let me demonstrate." Pam handed Sandra her clipboard and stood back a pace with her arms akimbo. "Check this out" she said, cocking an eyebrow and smirking. Sandra watched for a moment, not quite understanding what she was supposed to be witnessing - that is, until she saw Pam's lab coat start to slowly billow out as if she were taking a deep breath.
The lapels of the white coat slowly spread as her tee shirt pressed out from beneath. Sandra heard a distinct hissing as Pam's chest rounded out and strained against the buttoned lab coat.
"Whoa" was all Sandra could manage to say.
Pam's chest continued to swell as her inflating breasts squeaked against each other and the fabric of the tee shirt, seeking room to grow. The lab coat groaned ominously under the strain and Sandra unconsciously squirmed. Then, with a series of loud "pops" the top button of the coat snapped and flew across the room, closely followed by the next one down. Under the cotton shirt, her chest surged forward, released from the confines of the coat. Soft, deep, pneumatic cleavage now dominated the neckline of Pam's overstretched shirt.
"How 'bout them apples" Pam asked in a faux folksy tone. Sandra could not find her tongue to respond, though her astonished expression spoke volumes.
"That's just one of the applications we're working on" Pam smiled as she talked, bouncing on her heels again - and bounce she certainly did. "You'll get a chance to try that one out." She gestured for the return of her clipboard from the astonished Sandra. "Let's go see what's up."
As the two women passed through the double doors, on the other side of the room Bob had pried his eyes away from his work and stared down at the button laying on the blue mat of the workbench, blinking through the powerful prescription of his glasses. Picking it up with his thumb and forefinger, he unceremoniously pitched it into the trashcan at his feet and then went back to staring into his stereoscope, muttering quietly to himself.
"Show-off."
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*****
Through yet another set of swinging double doors and around a corner, Pam lead Sandra. She stopped at a door in the wall that had a small window in it, peeked through while elevating herself on the tips of her toes, and then partially opened the door with her clipboard bearing arm. As she poked her head through, her pneumatic chest pressed up against the frame, squeaking noticeably. "Gotta newbie with me - mind if we have a look-see?" she called in. From somewhere inside the room came an echoed and muffled response in the affirmative, accompanied with a sarcastic sounding comment and chuckle. "Yeah, yeah, you wish" came her reply. Withdrawing her head, she closed the door. "Whoops - forgot about this" she remembered out loud, absent mindedly glancing down at her ballooned cotton tee-shirt.
Sandra watched as Pam's swollen bazooms began shrinking beneath the shirt, squeaking and hissing as they rubbed up against each other. Funnily, they actually sounded like deflating balloons. Pam looked downward at her chest with determined concentrentration. When she had returned to normal, Pam looked up at Sandra, quipping "Easy come, easy go." The newbie nodded in wide eyed agreement.
Inside, the room was like a small, brightly illuminated gymnasium with an unusually high ceiling. Around the periphery on shelves and tables were various bits of technical-looking equipment. Milling about were several engineers and technicians of mixed gender and age in white lab coats. Each one held either a clipboard or a small computer and had a network voice comm link slung over an ear.
The white walls appeared to Sandra to be padded. "Loony bin?" she silently mused to herself.
"We call this 'The Loony Bin'" Pam quietly recounted as the two stepped toward the small group gathered in the middle of the room. "Not as in 'crazy', but more like in 'balloony'. We keep sharp objects out of here."
"Oh" replied Sandra. Then thinking about it for a moment, "Ohhhhhhh".
"There's no real danger, of course. Inflatee skin is actually quite difficult to puncture. But, still, no need taking chances." Sandra did not find the reassurance entirely comforting or even convincing, but she held her tongue.
In the center of the room stood two engineering technicians and a woman who looked to be a little older than Sandra. She wore a green hospital gown and near her feet was what looked like a flat board sitting on a short stand. It was angled upward and had a large bundle of cables running from its base over to a computer workstation at the foot of the wall. At about twenty feet from the small group, Pam stopped and put out an arm to indicate for Sandra to do the same. "Oh good, they're almost ready" Pam quietly said.
From under the hospital gown, the slightly nervous woman had several wires that gathered at her feet and also ran over to the workstation. "We need all the data we can get." Said Pam, pointing out the wires. Sandra quietly nodded.
A male technician dragged a hydraulic pallet truck from out behind a cabinet. It had on it a large block of concrete about eighteen inches high and a fabric bundle of some sort atop it. He pulled the heavy load over to the group, stopped, and then gently released the pressure valve foot control to lower the payload to the floor. The lift, now freed from its burden, noisily clanked as it was removed from beneath the load and pulled over to from whence it came.
One of the technicians grabbed her earpiece, obviously receiving a voice message from somewhere. She nodded to the disembodied voice then turned to face the woman in the hospital gown, obviously relaying the message. The woman, too, nodded and then quickly and unceremoniously removed her green gown, handing it to the other technician. Other than the probes attached to her skin, she was now stark naked. She turned to the just delivered concrete block and climbed atop it as the female tech bent down and grabbed the bundle, handing a corner of it up to her. The woman dutifully pulled it over her shoulders, being careful not to pull any of it over her head. It wasn't really a fabric, Sandra noted; it seemed more like a fishing net. The woman pulled more of it over herself until there was an equal amount of loose material cascading from each of her shoulders and down her back. It looked like a long flowing ball gown. Directly between her feet was a large steel eye bolt embedded in the block that had many small ropes attached to it.
The male technician walked over to the workstation and sat down as the female tech stepped well back from the woman and gave a "thumbs up sign". It was returned in kind. The woman atop the block then hunched over the eye bolt, spreading her arms apart and smiling nervously. The female tech then turned toward the workstation, pointed, and then gestured another thumbs up at the other tech while speaking to him through her comm link. She stepped back a few paces more. Meanwhile the rest of the team had gathered around the periphery, holding their clipboards and computers. One manned a video camera mounted on a tripod to record the scene.
The workstation tech tapped a few keys and a loud chime tone sounded twice as a small red light mounted above the entry door began flashing.
The woman stood in mute anticipation, hunched over on the block.
"This is her first heavy lift" remarked Pam. "She's gone through the whole series really well."
A moment later, the upwardly pointed surface of the mounted board glowed, bathing the woman in a bright green light. Across her face, a momentary look of surprise passed quickly. A slight smirk remained on her lips....
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*****
For a moment longer the woman stood there. Pam leaned over to her charge, quietly narrating. "Steve is going to run a test program first, then the full sequence." Sandra nodded acknowledgment as Pam resumed bouncing on her heels again, clutching the clipboard across her chest as she did.
The volunteer was not of unusual height, but even hunched over on the concrete block as she was, one tended to look up to her at an angle. The green glow from the board illuminated her front, revealing the gentle curvature of her small and perky breasts as gravity pulled them away from her chest. The expanse of a flat but not particularly athletic belly lay almost hidden behind the mounds. Her generous hips remained shrouded by the netting draped over them.
Flinching, her smirk was briefly interrupted. At the same time, her skin began to change, losing its flat tones and gaining a pliable, satiny sheen that seemed to reflect the green glow.
Then, in unison, both of her breasts quickly swelled, quadrupling in size and rounding out over her rib cage. The same distinctive hiss that Sandra had heard before with Pam was again present. The swelling stopped just as quickly as it had begun and the woman looked down at her chest, then back up again, raising her eyebrows as if to say "wow". After a short pause, the high sibilation returned. Her formerly flat abdomen now began to rapidly bloat, inflating downward towards the floor. It made rubbery squeaking noises as it did and she adjusted her stance slightly to make room for her ballooning belly. It, too, then stopped swelling as quickly as it had started.
The glow faded and the female technician carefully approached the subject volunteer. The two spoke briefly (the woman nodded her head in the affirmative a few times) before the tech backed away again, speaking into her comm link. The group of assembled techs and engineers busily wrote on their clipboards and typed on their computers. The engineer operating the camera stood quietly, capturing the scene for posterity.
Once the female tech was clear, the green glow returned. Slowly, at about half the rate as before, her belly and chest deflated until she was back to normal (well, as normal as one can look with rubbery skin).
Steve, the tech at the workstation, then activated the loud chime tone again and worked the holographic interface. Sandra leaned over again to Pam. "Here we go!"
Though the volunteer's smirk had subsided, again her face was briefly punctuated with surprise as the hiss returned. This time, her entire upper body began to swell, from her vulva to her upper thorax. Atop (or rather below) her swelling midsection, her two perky breasts enthusiastically ballooned. But this time, the inflation didn't stop and they relentlessly billowed outward. Sandra could see the woman's shoulders puff up and that beneath the netting her hips were following suit.
The engineering group continued noting their observations with determined concentration.
The woman's whole body squeaked as if she were a toy balloon inflating at the end of helium tank's nozzle. Rapidly, she grew and in less than a minute, her belly was advancing in close proximity to the eyebolt embedded in the concrete block. Beneath the netting, the flesh of her back could be seen puffing outward. Her arms, also inflating, began rising as unseen pressure built inside. She no longer had a discernible waist.
"Now, watch this" Pam insistently whispered. No longer bouncing on her heels, she stood still while staring wide-eyed through her glasses at the woman on the concrete dais. Unconsciously, she bit into her lower lip and held on to her clipboard as if for dear life.
The woman continued to swell, the shiny flesh of her back rising under the netting as her belly pressed further downward. She shifted her feet in an odd way - not only making room for her expanding belly, but also leaning forward. In fact, her feet no longer seemed to be centered below her mass.
One of the male engineers in the observation group had stopped taking notes and was just standing there, staring at the subject with his mouth slightly agape. Another engineer looked up at him and then lightly swatted his shoulder, muttering something. He dutifully returned to note taking.
Gently, the woman's squeaking, swollen body rocked back and forth under the netting, which shifted slightly. At her feet, the loose material began to unfurl and Sandra realized that the woman's feet were no longer bound by gravity. Indeed, she was now hovering above the block by a few inches. Only the weight of the netting seemed to hold her down.
Sandra gasped quietly.
Pam continued to intently stare at the scene before her, as if witnessing it for the first time.
Up the woman rose, inch by inch as she continued to swell. The netting cascaded down from her inflated frame and onto the block, cone like, outlining an increasingly spherical body. One foot, then two she steadily rose as she inflated. The helium swelled her rubbery skin, as if she were a balloon. The bigger she grew, the more netting rose with her. Soon she had ascended to more than ten feet off the block as her shoulders and hips disappeared into the sphere of her upper body. Her legs and arms had long since star-fished. She continued to rise.
At about twenty-five feet, the remaining slack of the netting began to run out and by the time she reached thirty feet of altitude, the slack was gone. The dozens of small ropes gently tightened and slackened as the woman reached the zenith of her ascent and rebounded a few inches. The uneven distribution of the netting across her inflating body also caused her to roll slightly from side to side and back and forth has her buoyancy sought equilibrium.
Still, she continued to inflate. Her shoulders had puffed up so much so that her neck was disappearing. Her breasts remained two distinct semi-globes billowing out from her belly. It was increasingly difficult to determine where her legs and arms ended and where her body began and the bigger she grew, the more lift she commanded. The netting soon began to tense up as the rounding woman inflated beneath the spreading net. Far below, the netting converged, cone-like, then gave way to the dozens of small ropes that were, in turn, tied to the steel eyebolt.
She no longer rebounded against the netting and ropes, but instead swayed back and forth like an inverted pendulum. She had grown so big that it seemed her body had absorbed her legs and arms. Dainty feet and hands protruded through the large gaps in the netting atop pliant domes that had been her arms and legs. Her two large mamarian mounds had kept pace with her belly, prominently bulging down and away from her ballooning torso and peeking out from behind the spreading net.
As she continued to inflate, her body increasingly resembled a spherical balloon. Her head began to sink into what was once her neck and shoulders under the relentless growth. The angle of the netting became less and less acute as she swelled larger and larger. Before long, she must have been almost twenty-five feet in diameter. She was nothing but a flesh colored, rubbery sphere, still squeaking under the netting as she grew. With increased girth came increased lift and soon her round body began to deform under the tightening restraint. Her skin bulged through the netting as if it were tuck-and-roll upholstery.
The squeaking and the hissing continued, renewing their vigor as Steve-the-technician made some adjustments to the workstation controls.
Most of the observation team had stopped taking notes by now and were staring upward, craning their necks to see the progress. The lead female technician, too, was looking up at the balloon woman above. She briefly took her eyes away to glance at the concrete block, then back up to the inflatee, speaking into her comm link. The rest of the team then turned their attention to the block as well and resumed their feverish note taking.
Bigger the woman swelled. Pam continued looking intently upward, absently saying to Sandra "any moment, now".
Then, as if on cue, the concrete block shifted. The high tension of the ropes briefly subsided and the woman bounced up and down. Steve-the-technician made one final adjustment to the workstation. The woman visibly inflated just a bit more and as she did, the concrete block rose above the floor, drawn upward by the tensioned ropes, then hovered a foot or two above the floor.
The observation team erupted in applause, each member almost dropping his or her respective clipboard or computer. The ballooning woman smiled, blushing and slightly embarrassed. The female lead technician was grinning ear-to-ear as she spoke into her comm link. Even Pam joined in, finally jostled out of her trance. She, again, leaned over to Sandra. "First time out, not bad. Not bad at all."
Sandra stared at the scene, wide eyed. "Oh. My. God."
Volunteer 6
by ~SvenSvenson
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Well, so far, it was certainly a novel experience. Standing there naked on the dais surrounded by technicians and scientists in white lab coats, Sandra felt like she should be striking a pose like a model in a life drawing class. As it was, she kept fidgeting with her hands and tried to avoid eye contact with anyone in the crowd. It wasn't too difficult, as they all seemed to be staring at her modest chest. This was to be expected, as that was the reason she was standing there. But still, there was this one dude who was unnerving her. He kept looking up at her from his tablet computer and then darting his eyes away when she happened to meet his gaze. The rest? All business. They just typed up notes, only briefly pausing to look up at her chest.
So, day one. Pam had taken Sandra to a conference room after breakfast and briefed her on what was going to happen that day. Pam had enthusiastically narrated a presentation that was filled with incomprehensible technical jargon and sterile drawings and animations of what was to be happening shortly.
Disrobing was the most difficult part or, rather, walking from behind the medical screen naked as the day she was born toward a crowd of strangers was. The white room was similar to the one in which she had witnessed the inflating woman the day before.
Pam stepped out from next to the console where the technician from the previous day, Steve, was sitting and approached the test subject. At this, the group dispersed to what appeared to be pre-determined observation posts. One of the techs donned headphones and stood behind a video camera. Pam was all smiles as she spoke to Sandra in a soft, reassuring voice. "Any tingles?" She asked.
"Nope, just butterflies in the stomachâ Sandra reported.
"Good - that means the nanites have settled in." Pam smiled and bounced on her heals while holding her clipboard to her chest. "We'll run the calibration test first, then. Ready?"
Sandra nodded in the affirmative. Pam stepped back away from the dais and the nearby tripod-mounted board and touched the microphone clipped to her ear. Everyone in the room nodded as they received instructions. Steve began typing away on the console and the now familiar chime tone sounded loudly in the room. He looked at Pam and gave her a thumbs up sign that she returned.
The board on the tripod in front of Sandra glowed and bathed her in a green light. At the same time she felt an intense tickling in each of her breasts. As she had been instructed, she resisted the reflex to grab them - barely. But she did look down just as her nipples perked. The technicians in the room began typing away feverishly on their computers. Pam stood still, biting her lip and clutching the clipboard tightly across her the front of her lab coat.
Slowly and deliberately, her boobs perked and rose until they were jiggily defying gravity atop her chest. The glowing board extinguished and Pam approached. "Doing okay?"
"Um, yeah. Wow."
Pam giggled. "I told you. Now, we're going to shape you and then try the first series."
"Okay."
Pam stepped back and then signaled to Steve. The board glowed once again and the tickling sensation returned to Sandra's chest. She could feel the flesh below each mammary expand, merging with them until each boob was a wide conical mound atop her chest, as if she were lying on her back. There was a brief pause in the expansion, followed by an audible hiss as each mound inflated outward. The tickling sensation increased several fold but Sandra stood her ground. Looking down, her feet disappeared beneath her ballooning, sibilant chest. Even her armpits seemed to become crowded as she inflated. As the ballooning flesh expanded and creeped up toward her clavicles, soft cleavage formed and deepened. Most of her chest played host to her now massively pneumatic womanly curves as her skin took on a satiny sheen. Her chest looked like that of a living Barbie doll, only much, much bigger.
She felt her torso stiffen in response to the helium being pumped into her, forcing her back to arch slightly. The witnessing technicians intensified their note taking, except for one who stood there staring at Sandra with his mouth agape. One of the female technicians looked over and then smacked him on the shoulder with her tablet computer. He dutifully returned to note taking.
The glowing board extinguished once again and Pam approached. "Okay, we'll do the leak check over lunch and then the rest of the tests. How do you feel?"
"Like a balloony Barbie doll."
Pam snickered knowingly. "Try bouncing."
Sandra bounced up and down on her heels. Her newly ballooned chest bounced and jiggled, but not as much as she would have expected. What caught her off guard was how much lighter she felt on the balls of her feet and how much upness her chest exuded. She reached up and hugged herself at the feeling and was surprised to see just how much her breasts actually felt like balloons. The look on her face made Pam laugh again.
Pam escorted Sandra back behind the medical screen as the technicians filed out of the room. There was an enormous t-shirt that had been placed there for Sandra and she dressed in it and the jeans she had worn into the room. Pam then gave her a lab coat to wear that she was unable to button. It was odd having a bust that stood out so far that she couldn't fully interlace her fingers together. She kept accidentally bumping into Pam and various pieces of equipment.
As Sandra and her escort made their way over to the company cafeteria, she couldn't help noticing how many stares she elicited from passersby in the hallways. She even had the misfortune of bumping into several people. And, with her center of gravity now significantly shifted, she felt almost as if she was learning to walk all over again. Her self-consciousness grew exponentially but Pam was quick to comfort her.
There was a perceptible hush when Sandra entered the main dining room with her tray and as the two sat eating at a table, Sandra's enormous bouncing bust kept pushing her away from her meal. She noticed that there seemed to be an inordinate number of men filing past her table as the two ate and talked.
The two finished their meal and headed back to the testing room or "Loony Bin" as Pam had joked. As the two approached the double doors leading into it, Pam quipped "And, now, it's go big or go home!"
Volunteer 7
by ~SvenSvenson
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Pam and Sandra stood at the edge of the pool by the entry ladder. Smaller than what would typically be at an indoor municipal facility, the pool was still quite a bit bigger than the ones found in most back yards. It was deep, too - at least 18 feet. The room that contained it was barely twice its size and had the same high ceiling and cushioned walls as the "Looney Bin" next door. The heavy scent of warm chlorinated water filled the room and humidified the air like in a greenhouse.
There was much activity occurring around the two women. Technicians scurried about with their computers and note pads as they took up their assigned observation posts. Two male technicians in bathing trunks and SCUBA gear waddled over to the edge of the pool, jumped in with a noisy splash, and disappeared beneath the surface.
With the morning's initial tests complete and no helium leakage having been detected in Sandra's newly pneumatic bazooms, she had been deflated back to normal and then briefed and prepped for the next phase. This time around, she had been given a modest one piece white spandex bathing suit to wear. Being otherwise normal, below each armpit of the suit was a vertical seam with a small plastic "D" ring hidden beneath a flap.
Pam tapped her earpiece and spoke a few words to the assembled group. The familiar chime toned again and a red warning light pulsed over the entryway double door. "Okay" Pam spoke to Sandra. "Ready when you are."
Sandra nodded nervously and then stepped over to the entry ladder and began lowering herself into the comfortably tepid water. Pam turned away and walked over to a nearby staircase that lead to an underwater observation room at the end of the pool. As she took up station behind the thick glass next to the camera operator, the test subject swam to the middle of the pool and tread water. The two divers were at the bottom of the pool on their knees, looking up at Sandra as she floated at the surface.
From below, Pam watched for a moment to make sure everything was in place, then pressed a button on the large control console that sat behind the glass. From the room above, an air horn was briefly heard sounding. At this, Sandra took a deep breath and upended herself, swimming for the bottom. The loud echoing of the room abruptly ceased as she dove, replaced by the dead calm of her new environment, broken only by the sound of her limbs moving through the water. Pam watched as the woman descended towards the two divers awaiting her.
Without the aid of swim goggles, Sandra had to aim for the two fuzzy figures at the bottom, swimming almost all the way to their feet and then arcing upward to come to a standing position. Waving her hands in the water to keep upright, she exhaled some air to bring herself to negative buoyancy until her feet rested on the pale blue concrete bottom.
She smiled and gave a thumbs-up sign to the two rescue divers who returned the gesture. Then, reaching for the flaps in the suit with her hands, she slipped an index finger into each "D" ring and pulled hard. Attached to each plastic ring was a string of about a foot in length and as each one was pulled out and became taut, there was what felt like muffled "pop." Sandra blinked in surprise as she let go of the plastic rings.
A smirk passed her lips as an immediate sensation of fullness engulfed her torso. She could feel her chest expanding under the spandex of the bathing suit, her small breasts again blowing up like helium balloons atop it. She also felt her tummy pushing out against the suit, ballooning like her chest. In the water, the gas expanding in her sounded like a vinyl pool toy being inflated and she realized her feet had left the bottom of the pool.
As she rose toward the surface, her arms stiffened slightly as they were pushed out by the ballooning flesh beneath them. Beneath the straps of the suit, her shoulders also puffed up a little bit. Her new-found buoyancy quickly pulled her upwards to the silvery waves.
With a splash, she broke the surface and exhaled. Bobbing up and down, she was still inflating as she took in a few deep breaths and her body slowly rose until her bust-line was mostly out of the water. The now giant curves of her breasts pressed in against each other, their glistening pneumatic bounciness barely contained by the straining garment and her now pregnant looking tummy had swollen considerably. On either side, the two rescue divers re-surfaced and again the trio exchanged thumbs-up signs.
Swimming over to the ladder was easy as her inflated body was mostly out of the water. The only difficulty was the reduced mobility of her arms caused by her inflated shoulders and the swollen breast flesh beneath them. One of the techs helped her up off the ladder as Pam was returning from the observation room. Out of the water, her entire upper body was stiff from the gas that had been pumped into her curves. She still felt slightly buoyant and bounced on her toes to see just how much so.
"Whaddaya think?" Pam inquired, handing Sandra a towel.
"Interesting, that's for sure."
"Yeah, we call that one the 'Mae West'. Let's see how well it deflates."
"Okay," Sandra replied. With a bit more difficulty than before, she again felt around under her arms for the flaps. The plastic rings dangled from the strings at her sides and, finding where each string attached, pressed in until she heard and felt a faint "click." With a squeal and the sound of rushing air, her cartoonish curves quickly began to shrink. Before long, she was back to normal.
"Let's get you back to the changing room and into the lifeguard rescue version."
Sandra smiled enthusiastically. "Sounds like a plan."