Volunteer 6

Volunteer 6
by ~SvenSvenson

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Disclaimer: 

Mature, inflatable themes.
For adult readers only.
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Well, so far, it was certainly a novel experience.  Standing there naked on the dais surrounded by technicians and scientists in white lab coats, Sandra felt like she should be striking a pose like a model in a life drawing class.  As it was, she kept fidgeting with her hands and tried to avoid eye contact with anyone in the crowd.  It wasn't too difficult, as they all seemed to be staring at her modest chest.  This was to be expected, as that was the reason she was standing there.  But still, there was this one dude who was unnerving her.  He kept looking up at her from his tablet computer and then darting his eyes away when she happened to meet his gaze.  The rest?  All business.  They just typed up notes, only briefly pausing to look up at her chest.

So, day one.  Pam had taken Sandra to a conference room after breakfast and briefed her on what was going to happen that day.  Pam had enthusiastically narrated a presentation that was filled with incomprehensible technical jargon and sterile drawings and animations of what was to be happening shortly. 

Disrobing was the most difficult part or, rather, walking from behind the medical screen naked as the day she was born toward a crowd of strangers was.  The white room was similar to the one in which she had witnessed the inflating woman the day before.

Pam stepped out from next to the console where the technician from the previous day, Steve, was sitting and approached the test subject.  At this, the group dispersed to what appeared to be pre-determined observation posts.  One of the techs donned headphones and stood behind a video camera.  Pam was all smiles as she spoke to Sandra in a soft, reassuring voice.  "Any tingles?"  She asked.

"Nope, just butterflies in the stomach” Sandra reported.

"Good - that means the nanites have settled in."   Pam smiled and bounced on her heals while holding her clipboard to her chest.  "We'll run the calibration test first, then.  Ready?"

Sandra nodded in the affirmative.  Pam stepped back away from the dais and the nearby tripod-mounted board and touched the microphone clipped to her ear.  Everyone in the room nodded as they received instructions.  Steve began typing away on the console and the now familiar chime tone sounded loudly in the room.  He looked at Pam and gave her a thumbs up sign that she returned.

The board on the tripod in front of Sandra glowed and bathed her in a green light.  At the same time she felt an intense tickling in each of her breasts.  As she had been instructed, she resisted the reflex to grab them - barely.  But she did look down just as her nipples perked.  The technicians in the room began typing away feverishly on their computers.  Pam stood still, biting her lip and clutching the clipboard tightly across her the front of her lab coat.

Slowly and deliberately, her boobs perked and rose until they were jiggily defying gravity atop her chest.  The glowing board extinguished and Pam approached.  "Doing okay?"

"Um, yeah.  Wow."

Pam giggled.  "I told you.  Now, we're going to shape you and then try the first series."

"Okay."

Pam stepped back and then signaled to Steve.  The board glowed once again and the tickling sensation returned to Sandra's chest.  She could feel the flesh below each mammary expand, merging with them until each boob was a wide conical mound atop her chest, as if she were lying on her back.  There was a brief pause in the expansion, followed by an audible hiss as each mound inflated outward.  The tickling sensation increased several fold but Sandra stood her ground.  Looking down, her feet disappeared beneath her ballooning, sibilant chest.  Even her armpits seemed to become crowded as she inflated.  As the ballooning flesh expanded and creeped up toward her clavicles, soft cleavage formed and deepened.  Most of her chest played host to her now massively pneumatic womanly curves as her skin took on a satiny sheen.  Her chest looked like that of a living Barbie doll, only much, much bigger.

She felt her torso stiffen in response to the helium being pumped into her, forcing her back to arch slightly.  The witnessing technicians intensified their note taking, except for one who stood there staring at Sandra with his mouth agape.  One of the female technicians looked over and then smacked him on the shoulder with her tablet computer.  He dutifully returned to note taking.

The glowing board extinguished once again and Pam approached.  "Okay, we'll do the leak check over lunch and then the rest of the tests.  How do you feel?"

"Like a balloony Barbie doll."

Pam snickered knowingly.  "Try bouncing." 

Sandra bounced up and down on her heels.  Her newly ballooned chest bounced and jiggled, but not as much as she would have expected.  What caught her off guard was how much lighter she felt on the balls of her feet and how much upness her chest exuded.  She reached up and hugged herself at the feeling and was surprised to see just how much her breasts actually felt like balloons.  The look on her face made Pam laugh again.

Pam escorted Sandra back behind the medical screen as the technicians filed out of the room.  There was an enormous t-shirt that had been placed there for Sandra and she dressed in it and the jeans she had worn into the room.  Pam then gave her a lab coat to wear that she was unable to button.  It was odd having a bust that stood out so far that she couldn't fully interlace her fingers together.  She kept accidentally bumping into Pam and various pieces of equipment.

As Sandra and her escort made their way over to the company cafeteria, she couldn't help noticing how many stares she elicited from passersby in the hallways.  She even had the misfortune of bumping into several people.  And, with her center of gravity now significantly shifted, she felt almost as if she was learning to walk all over again.  Her self-consciousness grew exponentially but Pam was quick to comfort her.

There was a perceptible hush when Sandra entered the main dining room with her tray and as the two sat eating at a table, Sandra's enormous bouncing bust kept pushing her away from her meal.  She noticed that there seemed to be an inordinate number of men filing past her table as the two ate and talked.

The two finished their meal and headed back to the testing room or "Loony Bin" as Pam had joked.   As the two approached the double doors leading into it, Pam quipped "And, now, it's go big or go home!"