From Dusty to Busty

Another sunny day, another day sunning myself at my folks' place. I would go elsewhere but I never knew what circumstances might make me, well, grow. If I was in any other garment of clothing other than a bathing suit, I would be glad to wander out in the masses, bulging with air or not.

On this particular day, I was wearing my amber lycra bathing suit. It hugged my body tight--and in just the right places, so when I walked about it massaged and rubbed oh so delicately against my flesh. I had barely been out sunning myself on the back deck of my parents palatial palace when my mother asked me to retrieve something for her in the attic.

Okay, our home was an old two-story ranch with a walk-up attic, and when I stepped foot into the attic, I realized just how old the home was. I hadn't been up in the attic since I moved out three years ago, and some things I started digging through had been up there ever since I was born some twenty years prior to that. A thick layer of dust coated the entire room.

My mission was to find an old photo album that my grandfather wanted back. I started rummaging around, creating quite a stir. Dust flew everywhere. I felt a sneeze coming on and began to inhale, nostrils tickling. My suit became tight. I inhaled, wiggling my nose, trying to get the dust out, trying not to sneeze, but I couldn't quite control the forthcoming sneeze. I gulped in air, and my suit front bulged. My breasts were getting bigger and bigger. I couldn't help it! I brought a hand up and rubbed my nose and that cured me of the sneeze--but it had not helped my poor bosoms. The new amber lycra swimsuit had stretched but remained snug against my now enormous bust. I placed my hands on the big round growths, feeling my breasts' fullness. The suit was wonderfully taut and as I moved about testing it, I moaned. The suit, pulled tight against my skin, was arousing me in those pleasurable areas.

I sat down on a little wood bench that was once my grandfather's, stirring up the dust again. Another sneeze came on and I inhaled, nose wiggling and tickling. The amber suit grew tighter and tighter as my chest ballooned out bigger and bigger. I laid back and held my trembling inflating breasts as I inhaled and then--AH-CHOO!! I didn't deflate, but the whole earthshaking sneeze set off a chain reaction--my bust started quaking and heaving, which caused the beautiful amber suit to pull and rub, which caused me to cry out in orgasmic delight, which caused me to breath rapidly, which caused my whole body to start to inflate! The suit expanded as I grew larger and larger.

My mother called up and asked if I'd found the photos. I answered her, voice shaky, and told her I found the photo album but was looking at some other stuff and I'd be back down in a minute. It wasn't a lie. I had ballooned so large that it would take me several minutes to shrink back down to a workable, manageable size. The amber swim suit was the best suit yet--being able to contain a girl who was now the size of a weather balloon packed between floor and ceiling!