"My gosh, Phil. She looks just like your old girlfriend Heidi," Bruce said running a hand over the protruding boobs.
"She does, doesn't she. I don't mind. At least we can all have fun with the doll," Phil grinned as he inserted the air hose into my belly button. "Let's see how big we can actually get her."
The air line trembled as Phil turned the knob on the big air tank. There was a loud hiss as the air began to rush through the air hose to its connection to my body. I could only stare, unblinking, in horror as my body began to swell even larger.
I arrived home, carting two big bags of groceries up the stairs to the third floor apartment. I ringed the buzzer but my boyfriend Phil hadn't obviously been home or he would have AT LEAST buzzed me in through the lower security door. I had to set down the grocery bags again to unlock the apartment door then hold the door open with my foot to slip inside the cozy, if not a little cramped, two bedroom apartment.
"Phil! Are you here?" I called out as the grocery bags hit the kitchen counter with a heavy thud. I looked down at my top where the bags had been resting and brushed some lint off my shirt that bulged with my 40DD's. "PHIL!" I knew he was here. My car was to go in the carport. He was here. His car was in the carport.
Hearing noise from our bedroom, I headed out of the tiny kitchen, through the tiny dining area, down a narrow hall to the door of our bedroom. I opened the door and popped my head in.
"What the--!" Phil cried in a hump and rustle of covers. He was all sweaty, huffing and puffing. There seemed to be something or someone in bed with him.
"What's going on? Didn't you hear me call you?" I said rather irritated. "I...I was sleeping," he quickly said still rustling the covers around. All I could see was his head and shoulders. He seemed to have been sleeping on his stomach...if he had been really sleeping.
"Why are you all sweaty?" I said stepping into the room, ready to approach the bed.
"Um? Oh! Don't come in. I think I have a touch of the flu," he said with a cough that was obviously a fake.
Then it suddenly occurred to me.
"You bastard! You've got your dick in that doll again!" I screamed definitely moving into the room now. Before my precious latex-fucking Phil could react I stepped up to the bed and yanked the covers from his naked ass. Sure enough, beneath his sweaty mass was the latex blow-up doll called Sexpot Annie.
I went in to grab that damn doll and yank it out from underneath him. "What are you doing? Leave me alone!" Phil shouted as he rolled off the doll, his huge penis popping from her artificially lubed-up synthetic love hole.
He grabbed her around the waist, his arm underneath her giant plastic tits. He about got himself and his love toy off the other side of the bed but I managed to grab a plastic foot.
"You asshole! I told you to get rid of that thing!" I yelled at him. "What the hell for? She doesn't bitch and she puts out. More than I can say for you," Phil snapped pulling on his end of the inflatable doll. He had gotten Sexpot Annie at a garage sale down the street two months ago. He had bought it off the old coot that had lived at the place. It was a joke at first but soon he was fucking it all the time. He was possessed by it. As he warmed up to it I cooled off towards him.
"One of these days...one of these days...POP!" I said pulling the foot I had. The doll's plastic flesh stretched with a high-pitched squeal then I let it go.
"You mess with this doll and you will be the one who will be sorry!" Phil warned. He was sick. He was sick sticking up for that damn doll. I turned and walked out of the room. "Whatever. I'm going back out. I'll be home later."
Phil laughed. "If you would have been a rubber doll you might be getting more action!"
Ha, I laughed to myself. If he only knew where I was getting my action from.
I emerged from the women's bathroom in a fresh change of clothes with my duffel bag under my arm. The people sitting on stools at the food counter glanced at me; the men probably eyeing the outline of my big bra within the thin white t-shirt. I walked to a dinner table in the center of the room and sat down in the chair that had been pulled out for me.
"Hi baby! Been waiting long?" I smiled as I pulled my chair up to the table and made myself comfortable. Phil's friend, Bruce, sat across from me eyes glued to my big boobs.
"No. Ready for a fun evening?" Bruce winked looking up into my eyes.
"Oh baby," I replied, moving my arms together so as to squish my big 40DD's together. They bulged in the thin white t-shirt. "Oh baby, I am ready for anything."
The bed rocked back and forth from time to time banging into the wall. Bruce lay grunting on top of me, sweat rolling off his nose. My legs were spread and up in the air. My hands clung onto his naked buttcheeks. My nails dug into his flesh. He pumped in and out. My naked breasts sloshed about my chest.
"Yeah baby, do it! Do it!" I screamed.
"Ugh! Oh! Oh yeah! Oh Annie!" Bruce groaned as he pumped and pumped. My nails dug deeper into his soft asscheeks and he shrieked and stopped his pistoning.
"What the--!"
"What did you just say?" I said still with the deathgrip on his ass.
"Ow! Dammit! I said...Annie," Bruce whined. "I'm sorry, Heidi. I..."
I let up on his ass and wiggled, causing him to slip out.
"Who is Annie?" I said rather perturbed. "Wait a minute. That isn't that fucking doll that Phil is always poking, is it?"
"Ah, shit," Bruce said, found out.
"What in the heck is it with you guys? It's a fucking rubber doll!" I shrieked. I grabbed the covers and slid out from beneath the guy and out of bed. I was steaming with anger.
Bruce said in a tiny voice as I stormed out of the room. "Yes, it is a fucking rubber doll."
"Phil? Are you home?" I called out stepping into the apartment and shutting the door behind me. All the lights were off and there wasn't a sound to be heard.
Feeling sure of myself, I locked the door and set the deadbolt. I tossed aside my purse as I entered the bedroom. Kneeling down at the side of the bed, on Phil's side, I bent over and slid my hand along the floor under it. My fingers hit cardboard. I grasped the side of the box and hauled out the temporary home of my hated rubber enemy, Sexpot Annie.
"We'll see what is so great about you," I snarled getting up and throwing the oblong box down on the top of the bed.
I flipped the cardboard lid of the box and peered inside. There was my nemesis in all her soft plastic glory. Her blue eyes were wide open lined by long black eyelashes. Her mouth was open wide in an O-shape, lips red as ripe strawberries. I yanked her floppy ass out of the box and laid her flattened shell out on the bed. Closing the lid of her home up I saw the words stenciled in big bright bold letters:
"We'll see about that, you plastic witch!" I found the air nozzle on the side of her right hip and begin blowing her up.
I blew and I blew and I blew.
Fifteen minutes later I stood panting over the rubber bitch. I had filled with air until her figure was obscenely bloated and stretched. Her tits looked like basketballs and ready to pop say should I accidentally poke her with a fingernail. She lay there like a big bloated beached whale on the bed.
"Now we'll see who is the queen!" I laughed. I leapt up into the air and came down on top of the inflateable doll like a wrestler dropping on his opponent.
There was a huge POP. It felt like a bomb had gone off beneath me as poor Sexpot Annie exploded. A shower of shredded rubber pieces and dusty particles of some sort floated through the air. The air was knocked out of me as out of Annie as she burst and I inhaled a bunch of the dust and even swallowed a little piece of her plastic skin.
I slowly got up off the bed. "That'll teach you to fuck with me," I laughed picking up what was left of the rubber doll and putting it back in the box. I figured I'd put her back under the bed and leave her for Phil to find.
I stepped out of the shower. I had felt all dirty after the romp with Bruce and also after I romped on Phil's late latex love interest. As I wiped myself down with the towel and ran my hands over my arms and legs I couldn't help but notice how rough my skin felt. I usually had such soft supple skin, at least that was what my other male lover Timothy had told me. I spent a few more minutes in the bathroom rubbing myself down with lotion.
I walked out of the bathroom with my red satin robe on. My big breasts swayed and jiggled with every step. The fabric rubbed against my nipples exciting them, making them swell and pop up against the robes material. I felt like having a soda and a bite to eat. I wanted to enjoy myself before Phil returned home and found the carcass of his poor little Annie.
Getting a two-liter of flavored fizzy carbonated water out of the fridge, I uncapped the bottle and took a few long gulps. The liquid rushed down my throat and into my stomach then seemed to rush back up like a geyser. I shut my mouth, trapping the rush of air. It went up my nose and tried to tickle me into sneezing.
"Ack! Geez, that's horrible stuff," I said taking another swig then replacing the bottle in the refrigerator. I grabbed a plate of cold pizza for the microwave as I shut the door.
Happily humming, I put the plate of pizza in the microwave and hit the timer to heat the dinner leftover up. The smell of the cooking pizza immediately filled the air.
"Mmmm, yummy," I said, inhaling deeply.
"OH MY GOSH!" I immediately added as the front of my red satin robe suddenly bulged out with my boobs.
My hand shot to my chest and I groped my front. "What! What is this?" I exclaimed as I felt my tits.
Inhaling again my boobs pushed out even further, separating the folds of the robe enough to see the big things.
"Oh my gosh! My boobs are blowing up!" I cried.
Heart racing and breathing rapidly, my poor boobs swelled up and up and up.
"No! This can't be happening to me!" I cried as my 44DD's, now beyond that size, increased in size and girth. They filled out the robe, pushing it open, revealing breasts the size of overinflated volleyballs.
I felt the soft fabric of the robe against my hips. I glanced down at my sides finding my hips widening. I slapped my hands down to my sides then around to my beautiful ass now finding it too swelling up.
"No! No! I'm blowing up like a balloon!" I exclaimed as I tried to move. My thighs were so fat they rubbed together, making it awkward to walk.
I fled from the kitchen and into the living room.
"Oh! Ohh! This can't be happening! Why is this happening! I'm getting bigger!" I said, standing there in the center of the living room. My breasts continued to swell now sticking out like two big horizontal flesh-colored watermelons.
The robe dropped away from my plumpening form. My asscheeks swelled and my legs fattened. I felt a rumble in my tummy and ran my hands down to it to feel it also beginning to bulge obscenely.
I tried to sit down but instead tumbled onto the floor. Trying to get up I found I couldn't move. I was becoming too big and round. My tits ballooned larger and larger and wider.
"Oh gosh! I'm going to burst! I'm too big! Ohhh--"
And with a squeak my voice went. I tried to speak, my mouth open wide. Not a sound came out. All I could do is lay there on the apartment floor inflating bigger and bigger.
Phil and Bruce had come into the apartment. They were both chuckling and talking about Sexpot Annie. Phil wheeled in an air tank he had gotten from somewhere. When the lights went on in the living room they found quite a surprise.
"My gosh, Phil. She looks just like your old girlfriend Heidi," Bruce said running a hand over the massively protruding boobs.
"She does, doesn't she. I don't mind. At least we can all have fun with the doll," Phil grinned as he inserted the air hose into my belly button. "Let's see how big we can actually get her."
The air line trembled as Phil turned the knob on the big air tank. There was a loud hiss as the air began to rush through the air hose to its connection to my body. I couldn't speak. I couldn't move. I was already enormous. I could only stare, unblinking, in horror as my body began to swell even larger.