Would You Like To Fly With My Beautiful Balloons?, Part 2

"You're going to stay that big? Stay that size?"

"I think so," I replied. "Are you upset?"

"Upset! Are you kidding?!" you exclaimed as you moved even closer, your eyes on my humongus chest. "I think it's great!"

As you physically admired my breasts, I decided not to tell you that something like this had happened before, a year or two ago. I had gone from a paltry 38D to my current 68EE after a series of bizarre dreams. Now, I had gone from a rather large 68EE to...what? Only my seamstress could know...

The old oak door opened, causing the little bell attached to the door frame above to jingle loudly. I pushed open the door, seeing my seamstress and two other older women standing within the small dress shoppe. All three turned with the ring of the little bell. I started to move through the door, my bulging top rubbing against the sides of the door frame.

"Ooh! This isn't good," I exclaimed as I found myself wedged in the door way. My breasts were so large and wide that they wouldn't totally fit through the structure.

"Oh my goodness, child!" said my seamstress, Mrs. Seegler, as she hurriedly moved to assist me. I squeezed my arms around my chest and she took hold of my hands and started to pull.

"Here. I will help," one of the women in the shoppe said, joining Mrs. Seegler. Mrs. Seegler had my right hand and the other woman took hold of my left. They both began to gently tug. The ancient door frame could be heard splintering from the pressure my huge bust was putting upon it.

"Ow! I'm getting wedged in tighter!" I cried as my boobs bulged against the door on both sides of the opening.

Mrs. Seegler called out to the other woman in the shoppe, "Linda, go out through the back and try pushing her from behind."

"I am so embarrassed," I said, looking at Mrs. Seegler. I had been seeing her for years now. She was a friend of the family and had been making my custom-made undergarments and outfits since I was 14.

I felt Linda's hands on the small of my back.

"Push!" Mrs. Seegler called out, as she and her friend pulled and the other woman pushed.

The wood frame work creaked and splintered as I was slowly pulled through the door. My boobs were pinched painfully in the doorway, but things became better as I moved through the opening inch by inch.

"Just a little more!" Mrs. Seegler said. A single bead of sweat rolled down her wrinkled brow.

I gasped as I suddenly popped through the door opening almost knocking the two women over as my boobs were released. My big breasts ached a bit and I ran my little hands over their massive roundness.

Linda came through the door behind me, giving me a sour look as she moved around in front of me. "My word! What are you young women doing growing so...so..."

"Please, I am sure the poor dear has been through enough," Mrs. Seegler cut her friend off and took me by the elbow and ushered me deeper into the little shoppe. Her friends stayed behind, talking amongst themselves.

I sat in a comfortable chair, topless with my humongusly round and protruding boobs sticking out before me. My nipples were the size of shotglasses, surrounded by areolas the size of saucers. Mrs. Seegler had finished measuring my enlarged chest and was doing some calculations on how much fabric she'd need to let my bras and tops out to contain my newly acquired size.

"How big am I, by the way?" I asked the seamstress. I wiped a trickle of sweat from between my breasts. It was unbelievably hot in the back room of her shoppe. I would have asked her to crack a window but there wasn't one. I wished she would have taken me to the other room with the back door. I was burning up.

Mrs. Seegler just shook her head and continued writing things done and drawing little sketches on her pad of paper.

"Please...I need to know," I said. I felt woozy. The heat was making my head swim.

The pencil the old woman was using suddenly snapped, breaking the lead. "Poo! I will be right back." And she left the room.

The pad was there on the table along with sheets of cloth and sewing needles. A measuring tape had uncoiled and lay on the floor. It was not the normal type of measuring tape, but one she had taken out when I had achieved my 68EE size. I slowly got up, my big boobs shifting slightly. I moved to the little table. My huge breasts swayed. I glanced down at the paper and the heat seemed to rise as my eyes gazed down on the number she had written down pertaining to my new bust size.

I staggered backwards, falling back into the comfy chair. My mind spun, seemingly whipping around and around but stopping just long enough to flash a number before my mind's eye. Spin, spin, spin. 92 inches. Spin, spin, spin. 92 inches. 92 inches. 92 inches.

A small rough hand shook my bare shoulder. I opened my eyes, blinking until my surroundings came in clearly.

"Hello, my big balloon-chested lass. It is time to grow." It was the short fat man who I had seen before. Seen before in my dreams? But now...in reality!

"No! Stay away!" I exclaimed trying to lift my hands to push him away but found them tied down snugly to the arms of the comfy chair.

The fat little man moved closer, a red air hose in his stumpy little hand. I tried to cry out but he shoved the hose into my mouth. Once my lips wrapped around it I couldn't open my mouth. I blinked and found him hooking up two rubber cups to the ends of my bulging naked breasts. The rubber cups looked like soup bowls and fit neatly over my nipples and areolas. At the end of the cups, facing outward, were another pair of air hoses. The air hoses went down to the floor and behind the dwarfish fat man, connecting to a huge air tank. I couldn't remember seeing the air tank in Mrs. Seegler's shoppe before.

"Ready to grow?" the fleshy squat man grinned, as he reached behind him and twisted a handle on the air tank. He twisted it once, twice, three times.

I shook my head NO! as the air hoses quivered and grew taut, the air racing up to meet my body. I felt a pinching sensation on my nipples, then pressure--pressure that seemed to fill my breasts, pushing them outwards. The hose in my mouth began to pump blasts of air down into my body.

"Bigger. Bigger, young lady. That is what is meant to be," the short fat man snickered as his eyes lit up as I blew up.

A small rough hand shook my bare shoulder. I opened my eyes, blinking until my surroundings came in clearly.

"Are you all right, child?" Mrs. Seegler asked with her face close to mine. Her breath smelled like peppermint.

I looked around. There was no little fat man nor any air hoses or air tanks to be seen.

Then I looked down at my still bare breasts...

"I want you to measure me again," I told the seamstress.

"Honey, I think the heat is getting to you. Maybe we should go into the other room," she said.

"No, please. Measure my chest again. I think I have gotten bigger." She looked at me oddly and retrieved the measuring tape.

I lifted my arms as she ran the large tape measure around my back, under my arms. She couldn't avoid brushing against the projecting spheres as she pulled the tape around out to the end of my gigantic bust. The ends of the tape didn't reach each other this time.

"Oh my! How did I miscalculate so?" Mrs. Seegler said looking at the tape measure. "You're over 100 inches!"

I felt faint.

Mrs. Seegler gave me a XXXXL t-shirt that actually tucked into my pants. She said she'd have new brassieres and some cute tops for me in a few days, knowing I was in need of some new garments quickly. I had walked to the shoppe so I called my friend to come pick me up. Mrs. Seegler and her friends squeezed me back outside of the place and waited until my ride arrived.

"Thanks for all your help...and sorry about the door frame," I said blushing.

"No problem. I needed to get that fixed anyway." Mrs. Seegler smiled and waved as a blue full-sized Chevy van pulled up to the curb.

I stepped up to the passenger side door and almost broke a nail trying to pull the handle that didn't budge. My girlfriend inside at the wheel motioned me to use the slider door on the side of the van to get in.

I waved again to my seamstress and opened the sliding van door and climbed into the back. When I shut the door the lock snapped down. I glanced up at my girlfriend and gasped.

"Hello, my plump-chested philly," said the short fat man, smiling mischieviously at me and looking down at my giant boobs. "It's time to blow those beauties up to their fullest potential."