Dream, The
A mysterious pill bought online promises an uplifting sexual experience for Danielle.
The dream always starts out the same.
The special pill Danielle bought over the Internet had dissolved into the bottom of her glass of water. Robert, her husband, was back in the bedroom, finishing up on the last of his leftover work on the computer. The kids were in bed, and the house was quiet. She smiled, wondering what kind of a surprise this little marvel of pharmaceutical science would provide for her as she brought the glass to her lips and drank the entire contents.
The ad had said that the pill would “provide an enhancing, heightening sexual experience that will help lift you and float away in blissful fulfillment.” It had been a long week for both of them, and if there was one thing she and her husband needed was some satisfying naked time, with all the enjoyment that came with it. Danielle pulled the robe’s belt tighter, hiding part of the surprise she had prepared for her husband, and waited for Robert to finish what he was doing.
Robert leaned forward in his chair, rubbing his tired eyes to get them to clear from the glare of the computer screen in the darkened room. He heard the soft swish of Danielle’s silk robe as she approached him from behind, and turned to greet his wife. “Finally done?” she asked, placing a demure hand on his shoulder.
“Yeah,” he said, stretching in his t-shirt and boxers and leaning back into the upholstered chair, “and it only took until Friday night at eleven o’clock to do it all.” Robert turned his head to his wife and half-closed his eyes in mock fatigue, and missed the mischievous smile that slyly curled the corners of her mouth. But he did notice the subtle fragrance of Danielle’s favorite perfume with her standing so close, and he vaguely wondered what she was up to. He had no clue just how much his wife had planned and prepared for this night for their mutual enjoyment, until that moment.
In one fluid motion, Danielle flung her legs over Robert’s knees, sliding forward toward his chest. With a deft flick of her wrist, she had the belt of her robe loosened, and the garment slid open to reveal that she had on nothing but red silk crotchless panties. Before Robert could catch his breath, she reached behind his neck and pressed his face into her C-cup breasts. A thrill ran through her as he took the hint, beginning to sample one of her protruding nipples and then moving to the other. Within seconds Danielle could feel Robert rising to the occasion as his manhood began to grow between her legs in response. He reached around and grabbed her firm ass in his eager hands, pulling her closer as she began to aggressively grind her hips into his crotch. When she felt him finally firm up, Danielle readjusted and slid down onto his rigid pole.
“Whoa, Danielle,” Robert moaned as he kissed and licked her bounding breasts, “you are so hot tonight!”
“Oh, God, I have waited all week to hear you say that!” she exclaimed as she rode him like a pommel horse. She closed her eyes in concentration, and could feel his hands as they pushed the robe onto the floor and swarmed over her bare flesh, coming to rest on her firm breasts.
“No. I mean, literally, Danny, you are hot,” he said as he pulled his head out from her cleavage, keeping his hands on her magnificent mounds. “Your boobs feel like they are on fire,” Robert said with a note of concern, examining them closely, touching them gingerly.
Danielle halted her thrusting rhythm, looking down on her chest. Her breasts did feel warm, a little more tender than before. And ….did they look bigger?
She placed her hands on her chest, and a sensation like tiny fingers dancing over her tits spread across her breasts. The tingling startled her, and she sucked in a quick breath in surprise. “Ah, Danny,” Robert interjected, “I think you breasts are swelling.”
To her stunned surprise, Danielle watched as her breasts grew under her hands, pushing them slowly away from her rib cage. She noticed that she had easily gained at least one cup-size, and were getting warmer. “This must be what the pills is supposed to do,” she thought as the soft breast flesh stretched and increased.
The sensation was phenomenal, and the look of utter astonishment from her husband brought a laugh. “Don’t just sit there, Rob,” she cajoled, “Touch them, squeeze them, kiss them, or all of the above. Don’t hold back.”
Robert didn’t need any further encouragement, as he took one fattening nipple in his mouth and began to lick and suck. Danielle thrust down on his manhood with renewed vigor as the warm sensation spread and grew along with her breasts. Rob’s face was becoming buried and pushed away from her by the expanding flesh. “How is this happening?” he asked as he moved his mouth to her other mound. “I feel like I’m sucking on a set of balloons!”
She closed her eyes again, her breaths gasping as she rode up and down on him, the increased pleasure coming from his laborious sucking and his roaming hands touching her growing breasts. He stopped for a second, examining her chest once again, detecting a faint hissing sound. “Good God, Danielle, they even look like balloons! I think you are inflating!”
The warmth was spreading all over her body, and as the sensation within her built towards explosive release, so did her breasts. Rob’s face was buried in her growing cleavage as her beachball-sized mounds now rested on his shoulders. “God,” he exclaimed, “this is great!” Danielle could barely reach her nipples as they pushed further away from her lithe body. She closed her eyes and focused on the rhythm as she bounced up and down on rigid post. The warmth became as flame as her breasts and her pleasure expanded more.
“What the…” Rob mumbled from between her ballooning tits. Though she was still bobbing up and down on him, her boobs were no longer touching him. They were hovering above his shoulders, jiggling with her bouncing actions, but not resting on him anymore. “Danny, I think you are filling up with helium!”
Danielle opened her eyes, and her vision was filled with nothing but breast flesh. Her nipples were pointing resolutely upwards, and she could not longer reach them. She could feel her skin subtly stretching, not painfully, but the sensation of millions of tiny fingers dancing on her breasts continued to stimulate her. “They ARE balloons!” she declared, not halting her rhythm. Her boobs were now four feet around and still inflating. “I AM blowing up! You have no idea how this feels!”
Rob probed around her expanding breast flesh with his hands, feeling them continue to blow up bigger and tighter, her nipples aiming straight for the bedroom’s high ceiling. Her tits towered over her, swaying back and forth as she increased the speed of her bouncing on him. But suddenly it seemed that she was having a difficult time coming down as she slid up the length of his engorged pipe. “Rob,” she paused, “I think you had better hold onto me. I’m starting to float away.”
Rob grabbed her hips and held her down as the lift from her tits threatened to pull her off of him. He could not see the look of utter ecstasy on her face past the towering weather-balloon-sizes masses in front of him. But as she became almost weightless, he pulled her back down onto him. He let her go, floating slowly upwards, pulled her back down, and let go again; his dick sliding in and out of her as she rose and fell. She moaned and flailed as he pulled her down onto him again and again. But as the minutes past it was getting more difficult to pull her back to him as her breasts developed more lift.
Danielle was getting close to orgasm and Rob could sense it. She even tried wrapping her legs around his to keep her grounded, but the enormous helium balloons attached to her chest had other ideas confounded by physics. She blew up more as he clamped his arms around her waste and began pumping madly into her. The lift from her breasts pulled him out of the chair and to his feet as her moans became louder as climax neared. Rob had to reach around under her arms and grasp her shoulders to remain in her as his feet lost their grip on the floor.
With a scream of release she came, flailing in the air as her muscles clenched around his dick, locking him into her. Rob climaxed as well, shooting his wad as they gained a little altitude. They hovered there, his toes a several inches off the ground, her nipples almost touching the ceiling, as their ragged breathing began to subside. “Well dear,” Danielle said, gently touching the sides of her over-inflated tits, “What do we do now?”
“Actually, I think you’re deflating a little.” He was right. Though he still held onto her, Rob could hear a faint hiss of release coming from her breasts. His feet touched the floor again a moment later, and as she descended, he guided her lightly towards a soft landing in the bed. In awe he watched as she slowly sank into the mattress, her breasts shrinking as the sexual tension seeped away due to the glorious orgasm. When they stopped deflating, Danielle was left with a little more than she had before. Her perky C-cup boobs were now robust DD’s.
“God, that was the best!” she exclaimed, sweat cooling on her forehead. Rob crawled into the bed next to her, fondling her newly-expanded breasts. She sharply inhaled a breath at his touch; her nipples were still extremely sensitive. “I never dreamed that this would have happened.”
“How did it happen?” Rob asked, his fingers lightly twiddling one of her nipples.
“I bought some pills over the Internet that promised to enhance our sexual experience.” Danielle turned and faced her husband. “Come to think of it, the ad spoke of ‘expanding’ the experience, so that you ‘float’ away in happiness or something like that. I didn’t think that it would become so literal.”
A mischievous smile crossed his face. “You certainly were floating. To think for a moment I had my own live-action blow-up doll, and my wife knows about it!”
She slapped him jokingly. “Seriously, that was the wildest thing I have ever felt.”
Rob hesitated, thinking. “So, how long is the effect from this pill supposed to last?”
Danielle frowned. “You know, I don’t think I saw that mentioned on the label. Why do you ask?”
His smile grew wider. “Because, I’m thinking that before it wears off you might like to be blown up again and go for another wild ride.”
She pushed him away, but with a smile of her own. “You are incorrigible!” she remarked, turning onto her back. He moved away from her, climbing to the base of the mattress, and ran his fingers lightly up the inner part of her thigh. “You aren’t serious!” Danielle interjected, looking down on her husband through the valley between her new DD breasts.
Rob reached up and pulled the wet crotchless panties off of her legs. Then he took her feet and pushed them slowly apart. He crept on hands and knees, kissing and licking his way up from her ankle to her swollen labia. A deft flick of his tongue on her sweet spot was all it took. She closed her eyes and felt the subtle warmth begin to spread from her nipple down across her chest as her tits began to blow up again. “Here it goes again,” she whispered.
Danielle rested her hands on her breasts as he began to stroke her lips with his rough tongue, the sensation shooting through her like an electric shock, and felt her boobs slowly expand like new balloons hooked to an opened helium tank. They pushed her hands away further and further as his tongue thrust deeper into her, the sexual tension expanding like her tits. Soon they were the size of basketballs and showed no sign of stopping. Her hands dropped to her side when she could not longer reach her distended nipples.
Bigger and bigger they inflated as he licked and sucked harder and harder. Danielle began to grind her hips into Rob’s face, the heat from her expansion mounting as she grew. Soon she was not able to keep her shoulders on the mattress as her inflating breasts developed more lift. She was pulled into a sitting position as her five-foot-diameter boobs sought to send her skyward, held down only by Rob’s grip on her legs. He alternated licking and sucking, changing his speed as he felt himself being pulled upright as his wife’s breasts aimed for the ceiling again. Rob knew that he needed to bring her to climax again before he lost his hold on her and she floated away.
Her breasts were so inflated, and the lift was just too much. Rob felt his feet leave the floor again as he struggled to keep his tongue in place. “Oh, don’t stop!” Danielle exclaimed. But gravity was too much for him, and his hands lost their grip around her waist. He dropped sharply to the mattress, his bounce carrying him off to one side as he flopped to the carpeted floor. Freed from her anchor, she screamed in panic and shot upwards…
Danielle shook violently out of the dream. When she opened her eyes, daylight from a perfect summer Saturday morning was streaming in from around the closed curtains of the bedroom. Sweat fell into her eyes, produced by the intensity of the dream. She shook her head to clear out the cobwebs left over from a good night’s worth of sleep.
But as her eyes began to come into focus, she noticed something odd. She was no longer in bed with her husband. Her feet dangled below her, but touched nothing. Without turning her head, all Danielle could see was two enormous, weather-balloon-sized shapes in front of her. Her camisole that she had worn to bed had exploded off of her and lay in tatters on the floor beneath her, leaving her floating on the ceiling with only the panties she wore. As in her dream, her breasts had blown up and lifted her out from under her sheets. Her expanded mammaries had bounced twice on the smooth surface of the ceiling before coming to rest with her nipples touching the crest of the highest spot in the room. The bounce had managed to wake her up.
“Rob?” she called, wiggling her toes several feet in the air above his sleeping form.
“Hmmmmm…” he mumbled, turning over and pulling a sheet up closer to his chin.
“Rob, I might need a little help her. Wake up.”
He turned over again, reaching a hand out to where she would normally be and finding nothing. Rob’s eyes fluttered open, and a yawn stretched his mouth. “Did you say something?”
“Wake up, sleepy-head,” she said in her sweet I-have-a-job-for-you voice. “I’m up here.”
Rob rolled onto his back, and his eyes came into focus. All he could see was two enormous flesh-tone blimps, a cascade of dark hair, and a red silk panty at the end of two long legs and dangling bare feet, framed by the stark white color of the vaulted ceiling, hovering a yard above him.
“You had that inflation dream again,” he laughed, taking in the view. “Didn’t you?”
“Well, what do you think?” she countered, flustered. She flailed her arms in frustration, making her nipples slide sideways on the cool ceiling. “Would you please do something about this, before the kids wake up and come running into the room and see me like this again?”
With a smile, Rob rose to his feet. “That’s okay. I know how to get you down.” He found his balance while standing on the soft surface of the mattress, and reached upwards. Grasping the bottom seam of her panties, he slowly slid them down and let them drop onto the rumpled sheets.
“I knew you would,” Danielle grinned, closing her eyes as she felt her husband’s tongue seek and find her sweet spot between her legs. She clamped her legs around Rob’s head as he began the regimen of licking and sucking, and felt her breasts expand a little more.
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