Pet

He led Torrie around the house on a leash. It gave him that great sense of power for which he craved. The leash was short and permitted only little liberty in movement. Torrie moved around on her hands and knees seemingly feeling no discomfort. The attractive blonde wore a dark black latex suit that barely covered her behind. It was long-sleeved, though, and gave her a panther-like look when viewed from the front. The two reached the large oak doors, which they passed through as moved on over the stone floor towards the laboratory of the mansion.

A jerk of the leash signaled Torrie to leap up onto the cushioned table. She was well-trained, yet mindless. The man activated the new machine and a dim blue light quickly enveloped Torrie. The man approached Torrie and raised his hand above her head. She quickly leaned up, kneeling before him with bent elbows and her hands perched in front of her breasts. She stretched upward, eager to seize what it was that the man was holding with her mouth.

The man toyed with her, feeding off this power display, but then finally let her grab what he was holding – a large balloon. Torrie devoured the unusual treat and licked her full lips graciously enjoying the taste the balloon had left in her mouth.

“Time to alter your level of consciousness, dear,” the man announced and walked towards a dial on one of the machines. Torrie’s collar gave a signal in response as her gaze gradually became less empty. “I’m still your pet? Please, Steve, when will this have an end? I promise, I’ll stay together with you, but stop treating me this way!” Steve had heard such comments from her before. She’d been his pet for close to a year now. But he wasn’t about to let her go, for he had finally perfected his latest machine and was now prepared to test it on the woman of his dreams.

“I’ve been feeding you with balloons now for several months and from the latest lab results-“ Steve picked up a sheet of paper – “they’re beginning to take the anticipated effect. But now, with the completion of my latest device, I don’t need the balloon-treatment anymore – I can transform you to my liking instantly.” Torrie was frightened, as she had no idea what Steve had planned. She would have loved to run away, but she knew it was useless as she still didn’t have enough control over her body.

“Time to make you bigger… time to blow up your breasts, finally!” Steve began turning a knob on the panel of the computer. The blue light that veiled Torrie began to flicker and she could feel a change beginning in her body. Her breathing became heavy and loud. It was as if her body needed more air. Indeed, Torrie could feel her latex suit beginning to stretch – she could feel herself beginning to stretch! Her tits were blowing up! She moaned, but not with passion, but from the strain this transformation was putting her body under.

Steve walked up to her breasts and held his face in front of them so that they were inflating in his face. He could feel Torrie’s tits swelling on his cheeks. Torrie tried to push him away somehow, but she could only move her head. Suddenly, though, the swelling stopped and Torrie was relieved. Steve, however, was just getting in the mood and appeared to be angry that Torrie’s boobs had stopped inflating right while he was burying his face between her swelling tits.

Steve angrily walked back to the panel. “Well, I guess you’ve only blown up to level 1… but I’ve still got three levels to go… your tits aren’t half as big as I want them to get!” Torrie exhaled in despair – she couldn’t do a thing against being inflated while wearing a latex suit and being held like a dog. She looked up at one of the mirrors in the room and almost started to cry. She was on all fours and now had large breasts sticking out of her body. “I look like a cow,” she said to herself. She got angry and yelled at Steve: “Look at me… I look like a dumb cow! What are you doing to me?” Steve didn’t bother to answer – he liked the way she looked. Still, he wasn’t completely satisfied yet and quickly turned the knob to level 2.

“Shit.” Torrie saw him activate the machine again and realized she was about to blow up even bigger. Steve ran back to her and tried to lie down beneath her. She couldn’t do a thing to prevent him from positioning himself underneath her, let alone assist him. She could feel the urge to suck in air again and simultaneously noticed the swelling of her tits. She looked in the mirror to see them blowing up like balloons, very gradually and roundly. Steve, lying beneath her, was letting them blow up in his face and getting ecstatic. Torrie felt completely degraded. She was nothing more than a blow-up doll.

Suddenly, the inflation stopped again. Steve pushed Torrie away in anger, as he stomped back to the machine. Suddenly, he heard Torrie call him and he turned around quickly. “Hey, Steve, look at my huge tits now! They’re hanging from my body like huge party balloons. I’m a balloon-girl now. You want to see my tits inflate in your face, don’t you… well, why don’t you just move the table over to the panel, then you could twist the knob while lying underneath me.”

Steve couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of that. It took some preparation, but he was fueled by Torrie’s words. He moved over the table and re-adjusted the light, then he positioned himself beneath Torrie and reached for the knob. “Blow up to level 3, baby!” Torrie called out: “Fill me up like a balloon, Steve! Make my tits huge!” She felt her breasts swell up immensely and was glad to discover that it wasn’t as straining to blow up this time as it was the previous times – she’d gotten quite used to having her boobs blown up.

Steve was massaging her breasts beneath her and it felt surprisingly good. She hated him, but for him to touch her swelling boobs was irresistible. “The inflation’s almost stopping – switch to level 4,” she called out and Steve obeyed. “Make me bigger… bigger… bigger!”

This was her chance. Her tits were so over-blown. Using the little control she had over her body, she squeezed them deeper into Steve’s face – he was trapped between the two swelling tits and began kicking and waving his arms, but Torrie had him firmly trapped beneath her breasts. Then she rolled forward a bit towards the panel. In all the months she’d been Steve’s prisoner, she’d never gotten so close to the knob that controlled her level of freedom.

Now she seized it with her mouth like she’d trained with the balloons and switched off the control of her collar. Immediately, she reached up with her right hand and pulled it right off her neck. It was obvious, who would be the pet now…

Steve couldn’t break free from Torrie’s over-inflated breasts and he knew he was in for trouble. He could barely breathe and feared he might stay trapped beneath her forever, when he felt Torrie lift her breasts again – but no! that wasn’t possible, she couldn’t move like that… she didn’t have the freedom to do it, she was controlled by the collar…

He felt the collar snap closed around his neck. He was Torrie’s pet now. Torrie shifted her weight off of him and nearly tipped over because of her huge tits. Both tits were nearly 3 feet in diameter (that’s 1 meter for all you non-Americans out there). She quickly discovered she could stand more easily if she simply leaned forward and rested her upper body on her two tits.

Steve’s collar was activated and he was perched on the table like a dog. He could do nothing but listen to Torrie speak. “Steve, you turned me into your dog – you made me walk all around your mansion on my hands and knees, you made me wear a latex-dress, you fed me balloons and, how could I forget, you turned me into a freak when you blew up my breasts. I think it’s time for payback now, Steve… and you’re not gonna like it.”

She looked at the panel and read the labels above the buttons, knobs and switches. “Oh, this sounds a lot more interesting than what you did to me… helium. Yes, I think you ought to be filled with helium. But since you don’t have breasts, I guess I’ll turn you into a huge ball!” Full of rage, Torrie twisted the knobs and watched the blue light change to green and become thicker.

Steve knew what was going to happen next. He desperately wanted to say something. He knew what would come out if he tried to, he knew he would humiliate himself even more if he did, but he desperately needed to talk to Torrie. He opened his mouth, concentrated and… barked.

Torrie laughed hysterically. “Oh, what did you say, my doggie? It’s no fun to be treated like a dog and to be blown up… yes, I know… but I’m afraid that’s exactly what’s going to happen to you!”

Torrie moved around uncomfortably. She couldn’t wait to see Steve, the dog, blow up with helium, but she was also looking forward to deflating her tits… not fully, though. And she’d keep the latex dress as well… at the beginning, she had to admit in retrospect, she did look really sexy.

It was getting more and more uncomfortable, though, in her already stretched latex dress. There was only one explanation – she was still growing! She looked down, but couldn’t detect a change in her tits. Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted in the back – her butt was inflating and it was inflating fast.

Steve kept barking, trying to tell Torrie to turn off the machine before things got worse, but it was too late. He knew he would be unaffected by the inflation beam, as he had never been fed with balloons, but Torrie’s fate alarmed him.

Torrie’s arms and legs jumped out of her body rapidly as they suddenly too were expanded. “No… why me? I can’t be getting bigger… I wanted to blow you up, Steve!” Torrie’s voice was higher and she knew exactly what was happening – she was becoming a large helium balloon with two enormous balloon-breasts.

She struggled to reach the control buttons with her arms, but was only able to wave them past them – she was already floating, hovering a foot or two above the air. “I’m still growing… I’m getting bigger and bigger… too big!” Torrie was no longer able to produce meaningful sentences. Her head was filling with helium and she became very light-headed and strangely happy as she sang out in her helium voice: “Now I’m a huge balloon, I wanna float, bigger and bigger and bigger, blow me up, I’m your balloon, look at my huge over-blown tits, watch me fly!”

Torrie kept spinning around in circles in all directions as her body became rounder and rounder. Soon, she was a complete ball with her beautiful, happy, over-inflated head and two large balloon-breasts sticking out from her body. Soon, she reached the ceiling and with no place to go, she simply kept inflating up there. Steve looked up, unable to move otherwise and watched his love blow up like a blimp. Torrie’s expansion seemed to go on endlessly, as her head and even her tits were eventually sucked into her helium-filled body.

Suddenly, though, Steve heard a loud squeaking noise and wished he could cover his ears. He helplessly barked Torrie’s name one last time as her explosion thundered throughout the mansion. Her shreds rained down from the ceiling.

Steve knew his fate. He was so close to the panels, but there was no way of him reaching them and giving him back his freedom. The collar he had designed was strapped firmly around his neck and he was truly paying for what he’d done to Torrie. He couldn’t move anything except his head and he could only bark like a dog – he’d die a slow, torturing death over the next two days.

He looked down at a large rubber shred of Torrie that had landed in front of him. To him, it was a beautiful reminder of the love of his life. Suddenly, an idea sparked in his head and he realized it was also his ticket to a beautiful death in memory of Torrie. He quickly swallowed the balloon-like piece and basked in the green light. He soon felt the inflation begin. He had chosen the fate Torrie had planned for him.