Beach Blanket Blowup

I can hardly believe I finally found some time to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city and spend a day on the beach. I love the sun, the sand, and the sound of the ocean waves rolling up onto shore. I'm going to make the most of this.

The pavement's warm on the bottom of my feet. I smile at the boys as I stroll across the parking lot to the sand. My nice-sized 38C breasts jiggle scrumptiously in my tiny bikini top. My round ass shimmies in my bikini bottoms. I can already feel the sun on my skin, making it all warm and tingly.

On the beach, in the warm sand, I unfurl my beach blanket and plop down on the soft fabric. Opening the little beach duffle bag I had brought, I dig for the bottle of suntan lotion, and my hand finds it. Hmm? It does't feel like the right shape. I pull the little bottle out and realized I've brought the wrong container--in fact, it's one I don't even recognize. It reads:

Oil 2000 - For the BIGGEST results!

Funny, I couldn't figure out where I had acquired this stuff. But it's obviously made for sunning, and why else would it be in my beach bag?

I pop the top and squirt some of the clear liquid out into the palm of my hand. I smile at a young hunk, rubbing the oil over my upper chest then over my exposed breast flesh. My skin tingles as the oil smooths over it, and I giggle, feeling my nipples pop up as if hit by a cool breeze. I keep my eyes on the young guy as I raise the bottle up to squeeze a little more on my chest. "OH!" I exclaim, as the cap pops off and the oil pours out all over my breasts and the surrounding blanket. I rub myself down until I was a shimmering greased-up cute little piggy.

Laying back, I relax. I set the bottle aside, not noticing the little warning label on the side that reads:

Warning! Only a teaspoon of oil needed for the BIGGEST results.

Isquirm on my blanket. The sun's hot, and the warm rays shine down on my exposed skin. Mmmmmm, it was sooo nice. My skin tingles, absorbing the warmth. Mmmmm. I feel so comfortable, so happy. I felt...

I feel odd. I feel a prickly sensation in my chest. Placing my hands on my breasts without thinking much of it--MMMmmmmmm so soft and nice--wait! Something feels wrong. I sit up and looked down. NO!! This isn't right, is it? My skin feels so funny...rubbery, but so soft. I poke a finger against the upper part of my right breast. Oh my! This can't be right.

It seems swollen. This can't be right. Mmmmm, my skin feels funny. Tight, like something is pressing out from within. I feel...pressure? What is happening?!

The pressure within makes my skin tingle, makes it prickly. I take a deep breath. Oh!! This can't be right! My breasts push outward, the strings of my bikini top become tight against my shoulders and back. This isn't right!

I look around to see if anyone is watching. Good, no one has noticed. I cup my breasts. Wow! So much for going home and trying to fit into my regular C-cup brassieres. I must be at least a D-cup now. Maybe DD. What do I do?

I shiver, which makes my chest sway heavily. I am tingly all over...but instead of goosebumps...OH MY! There is renewed pressure from within against my breasts. What's happening? My bikini top is getting tighter on me. This can't be good. This can't be right!

I stand up and almost fall back to the sand. I feel dizzy, head swimming, thoughts fuzzy and wavy. Tingling all over and...the pressure inside me, in my chest. It's getting stronger!

"OooooHH!" I squeak as my boobs jump and in that quake they push out further. Skin stretching. Bikini strings digging into flesh. Boob flesh bulging from the soft cups of the bikini top. This can't be happening! But it is! Noooo!

People are starting to notice my way. I blush. This is so embarrassing. Why here? Why now? What's going on? I didn't want this here!

I gasp as my skin tingles and stretches as it balloons in my chest region. I must have 50 inch boobies now. More tingles. Oooh! Make that...60 inch boobies. Wow! My bikini top is struggling to contain my blossoming bust.

Wait! What's that? There is a strange feeling in my...BOTTOM! Oh no! I feel something happening in my bikini bottoms. My ass! My sweet round little ass! No, this can't be! I can feel the material of the suit creep between my butt cheeks. No!! Not this! I slap my hands to my tingling butt. Ooh! It's completely saturated with the oil. I glance down at my blanket. The whole area where I was laying is dark and wet looking. Great! I've been basting in the stuff.

Just then my suit bottom gets really tight around my hips and crotch. The back patch of cloth disappears between my immense ass cheeks before I can even blink. This is not going to be good! People are really noticing now. The tingling is more intense in my breasts again. No, in my little tush! No, my breasts! The pressure is strong but....warm. I feel fuzzy and warm all over. I think...I think I like this feeling.

My bikini top is getting more and more stretched as my boobies push out. I raise my hands and run them over and over my big round expanses. Mmmmmm, so warm. So nice. My nipples poke up the size of shot glasses. I must have at least a 80 inch bust. My poor suit! Good thing it is stretchy fabric. But, gosh, it must have its limits.

People are staring. This is so embarrassing! Me just standing here and getting bigger. I wish they'd stop staring. It's not my fault, is it? Is it my fault that I am getting bigger, body blowing up like it has balloons within? I want to tell them to quit staring at my huge bulging breasts and immense fattening little ass. Quit staring at me like I am some sort of ballooning fattening plump little girl. It's not my fault!

Hoping to hide in the waves, I skip down to the ocean. Each little leap in the sand brings me a few inches off the ground. I skip and skip and my bulging bottom and beachball-sized breasts do a little jump with me. Ooh! That last skip took me a foot off the ground. My growth isn't making me heavier but...LIGHTER!! Oh gosh! I seem to be becoming a balloon...or least certain parts of me are inflating!

I take one little step as I reach the surf. I gasp in astonishment as I really raise into the air. I float up, spinning and tumbling like a beachball, growing bigger and bigger all the while. I land with a light splash in the cool water. I am on my back, though my lower body is propped up from my bottom getting so big. I rise and fall with the waves and I see the seagulls flying by and looking at me. I'm sure all the people on the beach are doing the same thing.

My suit tightens to its limits with my swelling bosoms. I feel the strings loosen behind my back and slip off, sliding up under my arms that I press to my sides. My bottoms grow tighter until they hurt and I fear it will come undone, springing from my ballooning cheeks like a rubberband. But then, the tingling sensations fade and I am left floating there like a big round female-shaped air mattress. I let the bikini top do what it may and it hangs there on top of my massive bosoms. The little bit of fabric covering my fat nipples flaps in the warm breeze, teasing my already aroused teats.

"Mmmmmmm," I moan as the rolling waves rock me to sleep. I could float out here forever. I trust the waves and gentle breeze will bring me back to shore. Thoughts begin to fade to dreamland as I rock on my humongus bottom with my towering breasts, like flesh-colored moons, sticking up before me.

My last thoughts as I drift into dreams are how I can possibly get back into my little car if I don't shrink down--and also if that young hunk on the beach likes his beachbunnies BIG.