Toobin'

June was perfect weather for a ride down the creek in a tube. It was hot and humid, making it a perfect day to be in the water.

Sara took the bus down to the Chatahoochie River and walked down the concrete steps to the shack that used to be the local bait shop. Now days it was a tube shop, where you could blow up your tube, patch a leak, or just kick back with a coke and watch the idiots. Sara opened the door.

“Hey Randy,” Sara called out. Randy, Sara boyfriend, turned around smiled. Due to their high school class schedule and Randy’s after school job, they had hardly seen each other through the school year. Now they had the opportunity to rekindle a little summer romance when the shop closed. “Hello Sara,” he replied, “Come to cool off?” Sara nodded and shifted her toe as though she were at the beach, as she repressed a giggle she had been hiding since she left the house this morning.

“What?”

“I have a surprise for you, Randy,” Sara replied, “I have been waiting all year to show you, too.” She turned around with her back to him and slowly pulled off her oversized T-shirt. Randy saw that Sara was wearing a new bikini; the straps were a deep emerald green, his favorite color. Sara turned back around with her shirt hiding her front. Randy remembered how skinny she was at the beginning of the school year; but when she slowly lowered her shirt to reveal what her top contained; Randy’s jaw hit the counter.

“I take it you like?” Sara smiled as she took Randy’s hands and placed them on the soft mounds that had grown there over the year. At this hour, most of the regulars were at the foot of the river, so they had a modicum of privacy. “Thirty-six double D, all for you, and then some,” she said, “I’m still growing, I may wind up an E by the end of summer.” Randy’s eyes widened as Sara planted a sudden kiss on his lips. By the time the blood returned to his brain, Sara was on the other side of the room getting a can of soda out of a barrel of ice.

“Umm,” Randy stammered, “I got something for you. Remember last year all the trouble you had getting your tube inflated.” A look of discomfort passed over Sara’s face; she had gotten more than a dozen splinters in her knees when she tried to use the compressor outside to blow up the big inner tube. It sucked royally having the fragments taken out of her knees at the hospital, and by the time they were done, it was too dark to ride on the water.

“I immediately thought of you when this came out.” Randy set a big cube shaped box on the counter. He opened the top reveal a box full of lime green spandex. “It’s the latest thing,” Randy explained, “You wear the tube like a pair of suspenders while your are blowing it up; and after it’s full the straps leave you hands free to hold on to your cooler and other stuff.” Randy unfolded it and pulled the hole over Sara’s head. “I got the biggest one they had,” Randy said, “I remember how you like to ride those big tubes.” Sara leaned over the counter to hug her boyfriend, and then went out the door to use the air hose.

Sara looked for the tube’s nipple and found that it was right in front of her. She unscrewed the cap, picked up the hose, and started to fill up her tube. Randy was right; she did like big inner tubes; but not just for riding. She loved how it felt when wore the tube while it was inflating. After it was full, she would add a few more pounds of pressure to the tube just so it’s hug would be just that much tighter. And with her new tube, her hands were free to hug the tube back rather than just holding it up.

As the ring began to take shape, Sara decided to adjust the straps to let the tube ride a bit lower. Slowly the hole in the ring became snug around her trim belly and she began to feel the wonderful ‘hug’ of rubber and spandex. Sara sighed as the hug grew tighter and tighter but now it was time to hit the water. She turned and started running for the end of the dock and as Sara was about to leap off of the end, she was stopped by a sudden tug.

Sara looked down to see the air hose trailing back to the compressor. As she started to reach down, she noticed that the feel of the ‘hug’ was different. Oh it felt pretty much the same as before, but now it was all over her, not just around her middle. Sara definitely liked this feeling better, so she sat down on the end of the dock to enjoy it for a bit. It was a wonderful feeling in fact; like being hugged by one of your aunts, the one who got really big because her hobby was baking.

Sara’s middle felt it the best, but her boobs felt really well too, and her shoulders. It was like her whole body knew what she wanted to feel and was making it possible, at least for this afternoon. Then with out really realizing she did it, Sara closed her eyes and started to daydream.

As Randy started to restock the barrel of ice with drinks, he noticed that Sara had left her cooler in front of the counter. He picked up the icebox by its handle and set it on the counter. If he were lucky, Sara would still be filling up her tube.

Randy ducked out the door and saw Sara sitting out on the end of the dock in her tube. As he walked out to the end of the dock, Randy saw the tube shift as though something was lifting it up. A bulge of green began to peek out of the bottom. Was the tube defective, did it have a blister? Slowly the bulge grew bigger revealing a patch of white on either side. As he got closer to the end of the dock, he realized that it wasn’t the tube that was inflating, it was Sara’s butt.

Randy dropped the cooler and ran to the end of the dock. When he got there, he found that the air hose inside the ring of the tube. Randy boosted himself on top of Sara’s tube to find that not just her bottom was inflating. Her breasts were also swelling; they had nearly doubled in size at this point. Sara’s eyes were closed as though she had fallen asleep. Randy grabbed her shoulder and gave it a gentle shake. “Sara, wake up,” he said, “If you don’t you’re going to explode.”

“Huh?” Sara said dreamily, “Wha’s going on?” Her eyes widened suddenly as she saw what was happening to her breasts. “What’s happening to me?”

“I don’t know,” Randy answered, “But I think it will help if I get this tube off of you.” Randy slid off of the inner tube and reached underneath to try and find the filler stem. As his fingers wrapped around it, Randy pressed down on the valve and began to let the air out.

As the air escaped from the float, Sara felt the sensation in her middle redouble. “Randy, what’s going on?” she asked. “My stomach feels kind of weird.” Randy looked over the top of the tube. As the air escaped from the pontoon, the pressure in Sara’s middle redoubled, causing her to swell like a balloon. “Randy, I can’t see what’s happening,” she said, “My boobs are too big.”

As the last of the air escaped the inner tube, Randy could see cause of Sara’s dilemma. The air hose was in her belly button, and the round part of the jack was wedged in pretty good. As Randy slipped the tube over Sara’s head, her belly surged forward and Sara fell in the river. Randy was about to reach out to keep her from floating downstream; then he realized that the air hose took care of that job. Sara, however, was not out of danger yet. Her breasts, belly, and bottom were still swelling.

Randy was still considering what he should do when he heard the motor on the compressor kick in. More air was the last thing they wanted right now. Randy dashed back over to the shop and found the plug for the compressor. He grabbed hold of the thick cord and pulled the plug out of the socket. With the motor off, Randy could hear the metallic hiss of the air escaping the tank. Randy remembered that these older compressors had a release valve for when you were through with the machine and wanted to release the excess pressure; but where was it? As he frantically searched for the valve, he heard the sound of the last few pounds of pressure leave the machine. When he realized that there hadn’t been a loud bang he realized that everything would be all right.

Sara had pulled herself back onto the dock with the hose; she was truly a sight to see. Her thighs were as big as hams and her arms were just as big. Her bottom looked like a pair of beachball stuffed in a green duffel bag. Sara’s breasts had swelled to three times their original size and her belly…her belly was big enough to carry three people down the river with out getting their feet wet. “Are you alright?” he asked.

“Well, I’m not freaking out,” Sara said as she put her hand on her now immense, “My body’s been blown up out of proportion and I haven really gotten to cool off yet; but yeah, I’m alright.”

“Okay…” Randy walked over and with a little effort pulled the hose out of Sara’s navel. With a soft pop, her inney became an outie; and she stayed inflated. It was like her belly button was acting like a tire stem and keeping all the air in. “Would you…” Sara began.

Without letting her finish, Randy said: “Sure,” and pressed on her navel. As a gust of air blew his hair back, Sara stepped away from him. “No,” she said, “I meant would you plug the compressor back in and fill me up the rest of the way?”

“Are you serious?” Randy burst out.

“Quite,” Sara replied. She squeezed her belly letting her hands sink into the soft flesh. “I’m only about half-full,” she said, “and it’s no fun going down the creek in a half-empty tube.”

“Are you serious?”asked Randy aghast. Sara nodded. “Don’t you have a lunch hour coming up; well, you could join me,” she said, “Just float down on my belly with you on my back. You could wear those cut-offs with the button fly.” Sara pulled him a bit closer. “Without your underwear,” she whispered softly into his ear. Randy turned beet red at the thought of what Sara was suggesting.

“Then later we can see if we can play with these,” she said patting her huge bosom, “With out this getting in the way.” Sara rubbed her belly. “And if we can’t,” she said as she pulled Randy even closer “Well there are always other things we can try.” In a flash, she stripped off her top and began to smother Randy within her cleavage. “Right?”

Randy was hardly in a position to answer.