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The feeling was overwhelming. Stacy could feel her breasts blowing up, her butt ballooning and her belly expanding. The air rushing into her excited her like nothing ever had before and she was so happy she had volunteered for this crazy experiment…

Stacy hadn’t even known that there were people who were aroused by inflating breasts. Sure, she always figured most men loved big boobs, but breasts blowing up like balloons had never come to her mind. Nonetheless, there she was, sitting with a few other young women in a small waiting room after she had volunteered for a breast inflation experiment. Stacy wasn’t really unhappy with her body, but the idea of having at least slightly bigger breasts did interest her. Being a student who didn’t have the time to find a job with fixed times, she had always relied on smaller one-time jobs. She had been overwhelmed when she saw this ad – the money they were offering was definitely worth the slight risk that was also mentioned.

She glanced through the slip of paper everyone had been handed, where she first discovered that such inflation was considered extremely “sexy” and “horny” by some and that if the experiment were to be successful, the women would surely be able to attract all the attention they longed for.

Stacy was the first called into the lab. Inside, a young man seemed to be checking a few machines before he turned to her and introduced himself. “Hello, Stacy, my name is Chris. Let me tell you that I am very glad that you have volunteered for this experiment. I must however, warn you once again that there is a slight chance of something going wrong.” – “What do you mean by ‘going wrong’? I mean, what can I expect from this whole thing?” – “Well, you see, your body is going to become a balloon, to explain it in a simple way. Therefore, we should be able to inflate your breasts. This would mean a terrific accomplishment in this sector – breast implants have much more risks than this. It also has the bonus that you can vary your breast size all the time.”

Stacy was impressed and had to smile, but then she remembered that the doctor – she suddenly thought it was funny that he had referred to himself only by his first name and that he was, in fact, the only person she had seen at this place, but dismissed the thought again immediately – had mentioned possible risks. “But what if something goes wrong?” – “Oh, well, no need to worry. As I said, you’ll be like a balloon. Theoretically, it is possible that the air will blow out of your body again and…” – “Oh, well, then it shouldn’t be a problem. Even if only a little air stays inside these…” She pointed at her breasts, which were just barely a B cup. “…I’ll be happy.”

“Would you please sit down here? Oh, and remove your bra. I’m sure you’ll expand more than it could possibly hold.” Stacy sat down on the chair – it looked like one of those chairs from the dentist. The man gave her a thick fluid to drink. “OK, lay back and enjoy your inflation.”

Now the man reached behind him and took something from a small box. It looked like the mouth-piece of a balloon, but it was very big. Stacy pursed her lips as the man stuck the mouthpiece over her lips. She could see herself in the mirror on the opposite side of the room. She really looked like a woman with a balloon-mouth now. “Well, if I already look like a balloon, I may as well get blown up like a balloon as well,” Stacy thought to herself.

She felt a hose being attached to her mouth and then a gas began blowing into her body. At first, the pressure was a bit disturbing, but after a few seconds, she had become used to it. A few moments later, she had not just gotten used to it, no, she was loving it. She noticed a strong smell of rubber and heard a squeaking sound, like of two balloons being rubbed against each other.

Stacy looked at her breasts: They were slowly expanding! She finally was getting big breasts and the feeling was wonderful. She could feel her clothes becoming too tight, slowly expanding along with her boobs. Stacy’s eyes widened – she could understand why people found this erotic now. She was loving it herself – she loved watching her own breasts fill with air like huge balloons.

She really did have huge breasts now. “I wouldn’t walk around with breasts this big… but then again, I want to have huge tits,” Stacy thought to herself. Suddenly, she noticed she was rising from her seat. “My breasts must be filling with helium, lifting me up.” Strangely, this thought didn’t alarm her, but only arouse her even more. But then she realized that this wasn’t the case at all. “No, it’s my butt that’s inflating! Oh my, I feel so puffed-up! This is great!” Suddenly, she could also feel her belly expanding. “Now I’m really becoming a balloon – this is so incredible… so, so… good!”…

The feeling was overwhelming. Stacy could feel her breasts blowing up, her butt ballooning and her belly expanding. The air rushing into her excited her like nothing ever had before and she was so happy she had volunteered for this crazy experiment.

“Wait a minute… I was only supposed to get big breasts. Nobody would want to be a balloon forever. What’s going on here? Something’s not right!” Just as Stacy was beginning to panic, Chris turned off the machines and she stopped inflating. He removed the hose from her mouth. “How was it, Stacy? Do you feel good?” – Stacy answered, even though it was a bit hard to speak with the mouthpiece still over her lips. “I feel like a big balloon… well, I am a big balloon. But I don’t wanna look like this. I thought you were just going to inflate my tits like balloons!” – “Well, I figured it was going to be hard to find volunteers to get completely blown up, so I kinda omitted that in the description.”

Stacy felt upset. “But I don’t want to be a balloon. I want to be a sexy woman with huge tits. That’s what I came here for. Make the rest of my body normal again – come on, blow the air out of me and leave my tits big.” – “But you’re so beautiful now, Stacy. I… I think I’ve fallen in love with you.”

Chris kissed Stacy on her balloon-mouth. She tried to resist, but was completely helpless. He let his hand glide all around her balloon-body. Stacy hated the fact that it felt good. She wanted to look normal again. “Just look at your huge breasts, Stacy – you’re so sexy. Your belly, your butt, all of your body. You look so good when you’re inflated!”

Still, Stacy was angry. “Listen. I realize you’re one of those freaks who think inflating a woman is sexy… but I don’t want to look like this anymore. Blow the air out of me, but leave my breasts big, okay?” – “Are you sure that’s what you want?” – “Of course I’m sure,” Stacy screamed. “Okay, if you say so.”

Chris pressed a few buttons and pushed a machine over to Stacy belly, connected it to her and slowly, Stacy could feel her butt and belly reducing in size. “Deflate my breasts a bit as well, I don’t want to look like a freak. Make ‘em DD’s, or a bit bigger.” Stacy was excited. She would look so sexy when this was over. She watched her breasts deflate and decided she might blow them up a bit again in the future just cause the feeling was so good.

Suddenly, it became hard for her to look at her breasts. Her head slowly began falling backwards and she couldn’t hold it up. She also realized she began sliding down the chair slowly. Her breasts remained huge… but the rest of her body was losing its air. “What’s happening to me,” Stacy cried out.

“Well, you’re actually no longer human – you’ve no longer got a skeleton or muscles, etc. There’s just a few things that are still the same: You will always be fully aware of what is going on – you will see everything and feel everything –, you still have breasts, just like you wanted, and in a way you still have your mouth.” He stroked her balloon-mouth. “But apart from that, you’ve become a human balloon-woman, Stacy.”

Stacy looked into the mirror and couldn’t believe what she saw. Lying on the chair were two inflated breasts and above them, a tiny additional balloon with eyes and a mouthpiece. Chris picked Stacy up and placed her on a table. “I’ll blow you up again later, Stacy.” But now I don’t really want you to talk and disturb me. Stacy could feel him tie a knot in what was now her own balloon-mouth. Then she watched him step to the door and call in the next woman.