Volunteer 7

Volunteer 7
by ~SvenSvenson

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Disclaimer: 

Mature, inflatable themes.
For adult readers only.
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Pam and Sandra stood at the edge of the pool by the entry ladder.  Smaller than what would typically be at an indoor municipal facility, the pool was still quite a bit bigger than the ones found in most back yards.  It was deep, too - at least 18 feet.  The room that contained it was barely twice its size and had the same high ceiling and cushioned walls as the "Looney Bin" next door.  The heavy scent of warm chlorinated water filled the room and humidified the air like in a greenhouse. 

There was much activity occurring around the two women.  Technicians scurried about with their computers and note pads as they took up their assigned observation posts. Two male technicians in bathing trunks and SCUBA gear waddled over to the edge of the pool, jumped in with a noisy splash, and disappeared beneath the surface. 

With the morning's initial tests complete and no helium leakage having been detected in Sandra's newly pneumatic bazooms, she had been deflated back to normal and then briefed and prepped for the next phase.  This time around, she had been given a modest one piece white spandex bathing suit to wear.  Being otherwise normal, below each armpit of the suit was a vertical seam with a small plastic "D" ring hidden beneath a flap. 

Pam tapped her earpiece and spoke a few words to the assembled group.  The familiar chime toned again and a red warning light pulsed over the entryway double door.  "Okay" Pam spoke to Sandra.  "Ready when you are." 

Sandra nodded nervously and then stepped over to the entry ladder and began lowering herself into the comfortably tepid water.  Pam turned away and walked over to a nearby staircase that lead to an underwater observation room at the end of the pool.  As she took up station behind the thick glass next to the camera operator, the test subject swam to the middle of the pool and tread water.  The two divers were at the bottom of the pool on their knees, looking up at Sandra as she floated at the surface.

From below, Pam watched for a moment to make sure everything was in place, then pressed a button on the large control console that sat behind the glass.  From the room above, an air horn was briefly heard sounding.  At this, Sandra took a deep breath and upended herself, swimming for the bottom.  The loud echoing of the room abruptly ceased as she dove, replaced by the dead calm of her new environment, broken only by the sound of her limbs moving through the water.  Pam watched as the woman descended towards the two divers awaiting her. 

Without the aid of swim goggles, Sandra had to aim for the two fuzzy figures at the bottom, swimming almost all the way to their feet and then arcing upward to come to a standing position.  Waving her hands in the water to keep upright, she exhaled some air to bring herself to negative buoyancy until her feet rested on the pale blue concrete bottom.

She smiled and gave a thumbs-up sign to the two rescue divers who returned the gesture.  Then, reaching for the flaps in the suit with her hands, she slipped an index finger into each "D" ring and pulled hard.  Attached to each plastic ring was a string of about a foot in length and as each one was pulled out and became taut, there was what felt like muffled "pop."  Sandra blinked in surprise as she let go of the plastic rings. 

A smirk passed her lips as an immediate sensation of fullness engulfed her torso.  She could feel her chest expanding under the spandex of the bathing suit, her small breasts again blowing up like helium balloons atop it.  She also felt her tummy pushing out against the suit, ballooning like her chest.  In the water, the gas expanding in her sounded like a vinyl pool toy being inflated and she realized her feet had left the bottom of the pool. 

As she rose toward the surface, her arms stiffened slightly as they were pushed out by the ballooning flesh beneath them.  Beneath the straps of the suit, her shoulders also puffed up a little bit.  Her new-found buoyancy quickly pulled her upwards to the silvery waves.

With a splash, she broke the surface and exhaled.  Bobbing up and down, she was still inflating as she took in a few deep breaths and her body slowly rose until her bust-line was mostly out of the water.  The now giant curves of her breasts pressed in against each other, their glistening pneumatic bounciness barely contained by the straining garment and her now pregnant looking tummy had swollen considerably.  On either side, the two rescue divers re-surfaced and again the trio exchanged thumbs-up signs. 

Swimming over to the ladder was easy as her inflated body was mostly out of the water.  The only difficulty was the reduced mobility of her arms caused by her inflated shoulders and the swollen breast flesh beneath them.  One of the techs helped her up off the ladder as Pam was returning from the observation room.  Out of the water, her entire upper body was stiff from the gas that had been pumped into her curves.  She still felt slightly buoyant and bounced on her toes to see just how much so.

"Whaddaya think?" Pam inquired, handing Sandra a towel.

"Interesting, that's for sure."

"Yeah, we call that one the 'Mae West'.  Let's see how well it deflates."

"Okay," Sandra replied.  With a bit more difficulty than before, she again felt around under her arms for the flaps.  The plastic rings dangled from the strings at her sides and, finding where each string attached, pressed in until she heard and felt a faint "click."  With a squeal and the sound of rushing air, her cartoonish curves quickly began to shrink.  Before long, she was back to normal.

"Let's get you back to the changing room and into the lifeguard rescue version."

Sandra smiled enthusiastically.  "Sounds like a plan."