Blow by Blow Tale #2: Tub Plumpin'

My friend, Marguerite, invited me over to her dad's house for a relaxing evening of sitting in the family hot tub. We had been talking about it for a long time…mainly me begging her to have me over so I could get in it. I loved hot tubbing. There was nothing like relaxing in a hot bubbling pool of water, sipping cocktails and feeling yourself unwind.

I arrived at Margie's dad's place at 8:30pm. The sun had gone down and the evening was upon us. Knowing I wasn't going to be doing anything else except reclining in the tub, I just wore a XXXXL gray tee shirt, jeans and…that was about it. Margie's father, Bill, was not going to be home so it would be just us girls…plus Margie said we didn't need to wear suits and being good friends we weren't ashamed to see each other in the buff.

Margie greeted me at the door and we proceeded right away to raiding her dad's liquor cabinet, fixing some margaritas and hopping into the hot tub. The tub was big enough for six people, about eight feet wide by seven feet long. I couldn't wait to get in and hopped in, after disregarding shoes and pants, with my gray tee shirt on. Margie hadn't turned on the waterjets though the water was warm so it was like getting into a warm bath.

"I must go out and get some more mix for our margaritas. I'll be back in a few minutes," Margie said turning the waterjets on and the heat up as she left. The pool sprang to life and the tub bubbled and boiled like a frantic witches cauldron.

I laid back and relaxed, drunk with the pleasant sensations flooding my mind of sitting in the warm invigorating simmering hot tub and drunk from the effects of the margaritas I had drank already. The jets of water rushed between my legs. The percolating water hurried about and against my near naked body. It felt good. It felt too good. The sensations built. My body tingled. Then it began…

I moaned and felt my already big 68's begin to rise, begin to swell. As the bubbling waters hopped and skipped about my body, my ballooning boobs rose up, rose to the surface of the churning water. The wet gray tee shirt expanded and looked almost transparent against my ballooning skin.

"Oh gosh. Yes!! This feels sooo good!" I moaned aloud being as though there wasn't anyone else but me there. My boobs continued to expand in my top, floating atop the curdling water like big round beachballs, gaining size all the while.

I heard the door open to the house.

"Margie? Gosh, that didn't take you long?" I called out as my tits filled out bigger and bigger, starting to spread out to all sides the bubbling pool. I was getting enormous...and loving it!

"Margie?" A male voice returned my call. Two men strolled into the room. One was Margie's dad and the other was obviously his friend. "Holey!!" her dad, Bill, exclaimed seeing a huge pair of tits and my head behind them.

I tried to cover my expanding breasts but it was no use. My little arms couldn't cradle my enormous growing bosoms if I tried. "Hi, Mr. Papanata," I smiled as I waved above my ballooning breasts. The wet tee shirt was starting to tear in the middle.

"So you're THAT Helia Melonowski, the so-called Balloon Girl of Buffalo," Bill said as something on him and his buddy started to rise. "I heard about you."

My ballooning orbs nudged the side of the hot tub. The tee shirt tore down the center enough to see my huge cleavage...getting huger.

"Well, now since we are all friends. You can join me," I said feeling frisky.

The two older gentlemen disrobed and headed to the tub right as my poor gray tee shirt tore right down the middle and exposed my bloating boobs. Unrestrained the gigantic boobballoons grew faster and bigger and bigger.

"Better hurry...there might not be enough room soon for all of us," I giggled and the warm water splashed.

The fun was just starting to begin. I was hoping Margie had to go across town to get the margarita mix.