Night at the Opera, A

"Honey, are you about ready?" you called from downstairs. "Just about! Be down in a minute!" I called out, still standing before the mirror on the oak dresser. I stand there with my one-piece outfit, a tight little black dress you had picked out for me. It is very elegant, hanging loosely in gentle folds of black fabric and v-shaped in the front. It hugs my shapely hips and stops an inch above my knees.

A moment later I come down the stairs and smile as you raise your eyes from the newspaper. A smile spreads across your handsome face. "You look wonderful, baby," you say as I come to you and drape my slender arms about your broad shoulders. I move up and give you a deep loving kiss, my full red lips pressed warmly against yours.

We break apart and you glance down at my chest. "Hmmm, aren't you going to...you know..." I grin and shake my head, long flowing blond hair gliding over my shoulders. "We can have fun later. I don't want to be late to my first opera," I said pressing a finger to your lips to shush you. For a moment you look down, saddened, but as I press my lips against yours again and give you a even longer kiss of deep affection, your smile shines again.

We drove across town to the downtown area. The theater is outlined with flashing lights and a big marquee announcing the operatic performance of Balloonus Enormousis. We went into the theater, and found our seats up front near the orchestra pit. I was so happy and excited. You had been so nice to make it a special night to take me to my first opera experience.

The opera started. The orchestra blared with heavy drum rolls and trumpets. The actors stepped out onto stage. The show was about carnival workers in Belgium and they used balloons as props. I gasped seeing the size of the balloons they used. The color variety was beautiful and the sizes were triple beachball size.

As the orchestra played on, light happy tunes, and the singers sang joyously, you leaned close to my right ear. "Wow! Those balloons are huge! Do you think..." My hand on yours, I squeezed it and looked annoyed at you. I was trying to listen and watch the show.

The singers began to dance about with their beautiful big balloons, singing in hypnotic tones. The orchestra began to rise, horns and strings starting low and slow and beginning to build. I sat gripping your hand firmly, eyes riveted on the dancing big balloons. "Enjoying yoursel..." you stopped short noticing the front of my black dress. There seemed to be some extra fluff about it that you hadn't noticed earlier. You felt the grip on your hand grow a bit tighter. "H-h-honey, something's happening to me!" I said over the rising of the band. I felt my body tingling, running from my head to my toes than back up and stopping at my chest.

You watched as the loose folds on the front of my dress began to smooth out as my breasts pushed up against the material. You thought maybe I was just arching my back a little to tease you, to give the impression that my boobs were growing. You soon realized any trickery on my part just wasn't the case. You watched as the black dress rose up, being filled with two big round breasts...MY BREASTS!

In the meantime, the musical crescendo rose and rose as the actors danced and sang in a frenzy, dancing with those enormous rainbow-hued balloons. "Ohhhh, this isn't right. I'm not in control!" I cried as I gripped your hand tightly. I couldn't my gaze from the dancing balloons or tune out the music. I could feel the pressure in my chest, in my ballooning boobs. The loose folds were now non-existent as my building bosoms expanded and filled the outfit.

"What do you want to do? Do you want to leave?" you asked me as you gazed at my fattening bust. They seemed to be growing bigger and bigger as the music tempo rose and the actors up on stage danced and sang frantically. "No. I want to see the show," I gasped as my breasts, now the size of big round melons, filled out the front of the nice dress you had spent your hard-earned money on. I felt bad that I was ruining it by ballooning up. "I want...to...see...the...shoooo-OHH!" I gasped as my ballooning bustline started to inflate faster.

The orchestra played faster and the actors on stage twirled and leapt with the giant balloons in their hands. "I can't stop it!" I exclaimed as you watched my breasts push out further, filling the front of the black dress tighter. The orchestra conductor glanced over the podium to see the reactions of the spectators. He glanced through the front row of the audience, immediately stopping his search when his eyes fell upon me. His hand holding his little white baton began to wave frantically and the band picked up speed.

"Oh no! I'm...getting too big. They're getting too big!" I gasped, squeezing your hand almost painfully as my gigantic boobs blew up larger and larger. The front of the dress was pushed out so that the v-shaped open front was revealing my huge round bosoms. A long line of cleavage shown clearly as my vertical breast-mountains grew outward. "Ohhhhhh nooooo! I am getting toooo BIG!"

For another several minutes the dance and the music and the singing and the waving balloons continued. Finally an intermission occurred and the performance stopped to give folks a break to stretch their legs. Two ushers and yourself assisted getting me out of my seat for my little tush had fattened up a bit also. I asked if there was a way to get out of the auditorium without having to go through the crowd. People were staring enough as it was as they left for the lobby. The ushers took us around the side of the stage, through a curtain and into a back room.

Along the way you held my hand. "Are you okay, honey?"

"I'm fine now. The whole thing must have been too much for my system. I was really enjoying myself. I guess I got too excited," I smiled at you as my breasts quivered and slightly jiggled as I walked with you. They had grown until they filled the entire front of the black dress and were bulging out the v-necked front. "I am sorry I ruined the evening."

"You didn't ruin it. We still have the rest of the evening to enjoy," you said, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Mmmmm, we do, don't we," I cooed, knowing exactly what I wanted to do when we got home. A big smile lit up my face.

I was still smiling as we opened a back door to get out of the theater--only to find the local paparazzi standing there. Flashbulbs flashing, they immediately snapped pictures of me leaving the building...