Tanya and the Inflatable Bra

"Ooh!", cried Emma, as she stared in astonishment at her friend Tanya's chest, "what are you doing?"

Tanya held a small pump in her hand, and, as she squeezed it, her breasts seemed to grow ever larger.

"Ha, you like my inflatable bra do you?", giggled Tanya, "I got it yesterday. It's called a 'Magic Inflater', or summat, but I dunno what's magic about it. Anyway, I'm just giving myself a bit of a boost to give the boys something to talk about!"

"Hmm, you'll certainly do that, not that you needed much boosting, you've got quite a bit bigger during the holiday".

Tanya's white blouse grew tighter and tighter as her chest swelled, and her end of her tie was now dangling over her curves as if it was falling over a cliff.

"Do you reckon that' s enough now, Em?"

"I reckon it is, you don't want to pop!"

"KA-BOOM!", shouted Tanya, laughing and throwing herself backwards as her hands mimed her boobs exploding, "Yes, you're right, I think I'm quite blown-up enough now. Let's go!"

As they walked along, Tanya's over-stretched blouse, and bouncing, ballooned bosom got just the reaction she wanted; lads were almost walking into walls, so distracted were they by her pneumatic chest.

"This is a laugh, eh Emma?", she grinned, loving the attention she was getting.

"You're certainly causing a commotion...but I thought you'd stopped pumping up your bra?"

"What are you talking about? I have stopped"

"Oh really, Tanya, then why is it still inflating?"

"Honest, I'm not doing anything, what do you mean still growi...."

Tanya's voice faded away as she felt a surging, tingling sensation in her breasts, and she looked down at her bust and saw that it was, indeed, still getting bigger. Her blouse was now skin-tight around her bosom, which had now ballooned out to a size that would put any pin-up girl in the shade.

"You trying to beat Jordan or something?" laughed Emma, as a gathering crowd of speechless boys merely stared motionless at Tanya's boobs.

"No, Emma, I really don't know what's happening to me," gasped Tanya, "It's not me doing this!"

Her breath started to quicken in her rising panic, and with each hurried breath Tanya could see her chest inflate even more.

"Come on, lets get out here" she cried, and the two girls ran from the throng of admiring spectators.

They eventually found a quiet corner, away from prying eyes, and, out of breath from their escape, they laid back, panting for breath. This only served to increase the rate of inflation in Tanya's breasts.

"Em..Emma," gasped Tanya, "It's not the bra blowing up anymore - it's me! That must be what it meant by 'Magical' I guess"

"Can't you stop it somehow?", asked Emma, "Or just take the bra off?"

"I'm not taking my bra off here", snapped Tanya, "and I don't think it would make any difference now anyway. Every breath I take just goes straight into my boobs, and no air ever comes out!"

By this time Tanya's breasts had swelled to the size of beach-balls, and her blouse began to gape open as it strained to contain her.

"Try holding your breath", suggested Emma.

"For god's sake, I'm trying, but I can't hold my breath forever", whimpered Tanya, who was actually finding that her chest felt so tight that it was an effort to breath, or even speak, and each breath she managed to take made the situation worse.

She enfolded her arms around her bust, trying in vain to press it down, as the blouse-button under the most strain finally burst off, hitting Emma in the face.

"OW!", complained Emma, "You're getting dangerous to be near, girl!"

"Oh shut up and try to think of a way to help me", squealed Tanya, finding it very difficult to speak by this time, her face puffed-out and reddened by the effort of breathing. She continued to try and flatten her breasts with her hands, and they squeaked and creaked like two over-inflated balloons.

"Wait!" shouted Emma suddenly, "I've got an idea. We've got to get some of that air out of you, right?"

"Ooh, tell me something I don't know", gasped Tanya, with difficulty.

"Well, I've got a badge somewhere in my bag", continued Emma, undeterred, "so I was thinking that if I punctured you with the badge-pin..."

"I..I..I'm not sure that's a very good...ohhhh". Tanya couldn't finish her sentence as the effort of talking became too much.

"Oh, it'll work out fine, you'll see. I'll be very careful", reassured Emma, as she rummaged in her bag,

"Ah, here it is! Now, hold very still and take a deep brea...actually, no, don't take a deep breath, bad advice, sorry!"

Emma was getting nervous about her plan, but there was no time for second thoughts, as the creaks and groans from Tanya's breasts were sounding very ominous, and another blouse-button had just given way.

"OK? Here we go: 1,2....3!"

Still unable to speak, Tanya's eyes widened in terror as she watched her thrust the pin towards her chest. Emma pressed it so gently into Tanya's bloated left-breast that at first the massive balloon merely compressed slightly where pin met skin.

Then, Emma, saying a silent prayer, increased the pressure, and pushed the badge-pin through Tanya' s blouse, through her bra, and finally punctured Tanya herself.

For a split-second Tanya felt the most glorious sense of euphoric release, and started to give a moan of delight - a sense of euphoria and a moan of delight that were cut cruelly short by a deafening "BANG!".

Then nothing.

The crowd that raced to see the cause of the explosion found Emma, in shock and unable to speak, a badge-pin hanging limply in her hand, gazing wide-eyed at a blouse and skirt crumpled on the floor, surrounded by what seemed to be fragments of pink rubber.

Emma could never speak of why Tanya had disappeared leaving her clothes behind, and there was a great mystery as to where she could have gone to, but she had managed to cause two commotions in one day, so she certainly went out with a bang.