Would You Like To Fly With My Beautiful Balloons?, Part 3

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, 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; it 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." The short fat man smiled mischieviously at me, looking down at my giant boobs. "It's time to blow those beauties up to their fullest potential."

"Wh-who are you?" I asked him, as I backed away towards the rear of the van. I was bending over to keep from hitting my head along the roof. My big boobs were against my knees and bounced every time I took a step.

"My associates from where I'm from call me Xrynere," the man said chuckling as the van moved out onto the street rather quickly. He turned, taking his hands off the steering wheel. The van still moved forward.

It was the first time I really got a good look at him. He wasn't a man at all, at least not any sort of human I had ever seen. His hair was a dark green, as were his eyes. He only had four fingers on each hand. His outfit was something out of a old fairy tale.

"You can call me Mr. Dumpling." He grinned as the van picked up speed.

"Aah!" I was thrown back into the rear door, landing on my bottom. My big boobs jumped and walloped me in the face. I laid there, looking over my miniature mountains at the THING in the front seat.

"What do you want with me? Where are you taking me?" I cried, as I felt the van moving faster and faster. I glanced up at the rear windows, seeing all sorts of multi-color lights flashing in.

"I already told you, my sweet little balloon-chested girl. You are going to be have the biggest pair of balloons...er, breasts...in all of Tonwondaland." He smiled as the lights that flashed and swirled in the windshield before him began to blot out his person. "And that, my dirigible dear, is where I am taking you."

The colors flashing into the van grew so intense I had to shut my eyes. As the light enveloped the inside and outside of the van, I felt these strange pirckly sensations in my chest. They spread throughout my whole body. The prickly sensation ran up and down my legs. I cried out as the sensations vibrated my midsection, below my abdomen, against my crotch. It was...it was a...

My brain fell over and tumbled into a black hole, pulling the rest of me into unconsciousness.

I realized the van wasn't moving.

The rear doors suddenly swung open. I looked back, seeing Mr. Dumpling standing there. "Where are we?" I asked him. I tried to roll over but my huge boobs bounced off the sides of the van.

"We've stopped, my bouncy bunny," the fat little man said as he waved the nozzle of a gas pump before me. "We're at a filling station."

"I..." I was cut off when he popped the end of the pump nozzle into my open mouth. He pulled back on the lever on the handle and, much to my glee, didn't pour gasoline down my throat. My eyes widened, though, when I felt what did come out.

It was air!

"I think you're about ten gallons low, my helium-inhaling honey," grinned the fat short man, as the air rushed down the hose, through the nozzle and into my mouth, down my throat.

My cheeks puffed out as my chest did the same. The t-shirt grew tighter and tighter as my boobs grew fatter and fatter. I could feel the air rushing in, rushing down my throat and going right to my chest, filling my already enormous breasts.

"I think I will go in and buy a soda or something," Mr. Dumpling said as he flipped up the little device that holds the nozzle lever in place, in the open position, and walked away towards the building where the "gas" was purchased.

"NnnmmF! Nn!" I struggled as my boobs hit the sides of the van and wedged me in place. They were four feet in diameter each and continuing to gain.

I struggled as my boobs expanded larger and larger, filling with air. My poor oversized boob-balloons were pressing against the interior of the van wedging me in tighter and tighter. I realized I had to get out soon or I'd be suffocated and squished.

Placing my feet flat on the van floor, I pushed myself. It was fairly hard to do, to get myself to move even an inch, with my growing boobs pressing against the van walls. The carpeting below my bottom was just a strip laid unfastened on the cold metal floor. The tennis shoes I was wearing connected with the metal floor outside the rug and as I pushed the whole carpet moved. I slowly made my way out the back of the van, my head and shoulders emerging into the open.

Getting an arm free from beneath my bloating bosoms I pulled the nozzle out of my mouth. It dropped to the ground, wriggling around abit like a snake. I pulled myself a little further out, both arms becoming free. I was able to squeeze myself out of the back of the van, finally able to put my feet back on solid ground.

"Oh my gosh! I'm huge!" I cried looking down at my enormous breasts. The t-shirt was doing a great job staying in one piece even though it was now stretched only to the ends of my breasts, barely covering my giant areolas. I ran my little hands over the little expanses that I could actually reach with my breasts bulging so far out to the sides and before me. I was glad they were obviously filled with air or they would be pulling me down to the ground. Instead, they bulged out five feet in diameter each, my giant boob-balloons. I pushed on them, trying to squeeze the air out, but it didn't work.

"Ah, so you stepped out to get a breath of fresh air?" I turned around, my big inflated boobs bopping Mr. Dumpling. He just stood there and smiled, holding two bottles of clear soda pop. "Here. I got this for you," the short little fat man said holding out one of the sodas towards me. "Thanks...but what about my boobs? I'm huge! I think I am too huge!" I said, taking the soda he offered. It was some brand I never heard of.

"Well, I told you, my tubby-chested tulip, that you were going to get very large." I ran my little hands around and around what I could reach of my giant breasts, feeling their girth and soft rigidity. "But they are so big. I never expected to be this size. EVER!"

I popped the cap on the soda and took a long draw from it. It was rather bubbly. I gulped it down then took a look at the label on the side of the bottle. It read:

Do not drink this product if you have problems with inflating.

Mr. Dumpling smiled and tipped the bottle back to my lips. The liquid poured in and I swallowed it. When the bottle tipped away I found I had emptied it. "Oh my!" I gasped along with a little burp.

"My gorgeously gigantic girl, you are nowhere near the ultimate size I mentioned," the little man grinned as he looked at my huge breasts bulging before him.

Suddenly my boobs swelled outward, blasting out of the confines of the overstretched t-shirt. I cried out as my poor breasts ballooned out of control. The fat little man had to step to the side of me and step back several feet as my tremendous tits expanded larger and larger and larger.

"No! I'm getting too big!" I shrieked.

Mr. Dumpling chuckled evilly. "I told you, my bountiful beauty, you were going to blow up to your fullest potential."

A station attendant ran out of the building dragging two air hoses behind him. "We're ready," Mr. Dumpling smiled at the kid. The attendant stepped around in front of my huge breasts. I felt something press into my huge nipples.

"Hey! Wait! No! Stop! I don't want to be any bigger!" I cried as the attendant ran back into the building.

Mr. Dumpling picked the nozzle up from the ground and pushed it back into my mouth. He squeezed the nozzle lever and the air began to rush back into me. At the same time I felt the air hoses jerk that were somehow attached to my fat nipples, and then a renewed pressure building in my breasts. "No! No more!"

"Too late," Mr. Dumpling laughed as my ballooning boobs shot forward and to the sides, growing at an incredible rate.

"Noo! Noooo!!" My poor breasts blew up bigger and bigger as the air rushed in. "Oh quit whining! You know your bosoms blow up," Mr. Dumpling humpfed.

"No! I'm starting to rise off the ground! No! I..." I realized...I realized...that I was enjoying the sensations of my giant blossoming boobs growing to colossal sizes. "I...I want to be bigger! Bigger! Make me bigger!"

Mr. Dumpling smiled and signalled to the kid in the station, gesturing for him to turn up the air pressure. "Your desire is my command, my wonderfully-watermelon chested young woman," Mr. Dumpling said as my enormous breasts shot up bigger and bigger and bigger.

"Yes! Yes! More, more, more!" I cried with glee.

Several days later in Tonwondaland, Mr Dumpling unveiled the newest form of air travel. People from miles around lined up to be the first to take a ride.

"Hello. Welcome to Dumpling Air," I smiled, turning my head to look over my shoulder as the first group of people, a large group of men, stepped aboard the gondola I stood upon. All they could see was my backside. My front was covered by a large curtain. They stopped for a moment, looking up at the upper edge of the curtain. Two huge flesh-colored balloon-looking spheres rose to the blue sky twice the size of any regular hot air balloon manufactured. "Please move around to your seats and enjoy the ride."