Inflation Unknown

With a paycheck cashed and bills paid and a little extra money left over (unbelieveably so!), I had decided to go out to the mall and do a little shopping. Dressed in tight bun-hugging jeans and a deep vee-neck tight yellow t-shirt that showed off way too much of my cleavage, I walked about browsing the clothing stores and novelty shoppes. With my big 68GG's bouncing and jiggling in my top, I stopped into a jewelry store to check out my best friends.

"May I be of some support...er...assistance, young lady?" the salesman asked. He was an older guy probably in his early fifties. His eyes were glued on my big boobs as I leaned over the glass display case and looked at diamond necklaces and bracelets.

"Just looking," I smiled at the man. "OH!" I suddenly squeaked as I slapped my little hands to the sides of my big breasts. My nipples up and popped out, making juicy grape-sized bulges at the end of my big jugs.

"Oh my!" the salesman and I said in unison as we both looked down at my boobs which were slowly swelling bigger in the tight yellow top. They swelled bigger and rounder in my bra. My shoulder straps dug into my shoulders and the 8 hook clasp in the back bit into my skin.

This had never happened before. Oh sure, my boobs getting bigger and blowing up like balloons had happened before but usually it was under somewhat controlled circumstances. They had never just ballooned up on their own like they were doing now. I looked at the saleman again and noticed the hungry look in his eyes as he stared at my fattening jugs.

Slightly embarrassed, I hurried out of the store. My big boobs heaved in the packed brassiere.

I found a chair and sat down in one of the little seating areas that are located throughout the mall for people with sore feet and so on. I sat there and looked down at myself, at my enormous boobs that bulged even moreso now that they were bigger than my normal big and beautiful 68's. I debated whether to call it a day and rush home.

"Ooh! No! Not again!" I stammered as I felt a strange sensation tingle in my boobies. Again I put my hands to my chest and felt my big prizes begin to swell up. My bra straps creaked as they stretched almost to their breaking point with my expanding boobies. "No! Why is this happening?"

People walking by stared and hurried on. I just so happened to glance up and across the aisle. Three young high school student were standing there looking at me and staring intently at my growing tits. Four more young guys stopped next to them and when one guy pointed my way all seven of them looked at my bulging boobies.

"Ugh! Noo!!" I cried as I arched my back as my tits ballooned up even faster and bigger. I felt and heard my 8 hook clasps popping as they tore apart along with the strained strap. Luckily my yellow t-shirt was stretchy and stretched with the rapidly bloating pillows of love. Within seconds my boobs were in my lap and all the way out to my knees, big and round, hiding my arms and upper body behind their sheer enormity. I looked like nothing but head, two huge round boobs and legs. My blown brassiere was bunched up and resting atop my huge boobs like a torn rag inside my t-shirt.

I glanced back to the group of boys finding them gone. And if their disappearance caused it, my boobs quit ballooning up. I slowly stood, knowing that I should definitely be getting out of here and hurrying home to hopefully deflate. As I walked my two now simply super enormous boobs bounced up and down independently of each other. Several people turned and looked as a slapping flesh sound came to their ears. I just blushed as I hurried on, my boobs jiggling and dancing and slapping together in my super stretched top.

I was able to get out to my car without any further events. Getting behind the wheel took some doing though for my boobs were now so big they took up every bit of space between my body and the dashboard. Luckily I could tilt the seat back fairly far and I had just enough space to reach over my huge boobs and grip the steering wheel.

I got home to my little apartment and there was able to relax in private. I stripped off my clothes, examining the brassiere that in a state of disrepair. I relaxed on my couch with my gigantic boobs and slipped into a sound sleep, napping for an hour or so. When I woke up my boobs were back to their nice big 68GG size which made me very happy.

I guess my only question was...why did I suddenly inflate in the mall? It was an answer I would not find any time soon.