Latecomer

Lungpower Linda starts her training program for the summer inflation olympics. This year she's experimenting with a milk pump to enlarge her breasts. It's an arduous process which is expected to take many days of hard work. Thanks to AshyPie for the milk inflation hints. 

After her recent experiences in the workplace, MissMolly decides to drop in on Lungpower Linda and see how big LL can blowkiss her. The answer? Oh la la. MissMolly grows to enormous size- especially her hips, butt and thighs- but Lungpower Linda discovers that she has become trapped in the deep, soft and warm cleft between MM's enormous boobs- squeezed firmly in place with only her head showing. The more she blowkisses MissMolly, the more tightly she is held there. But it is a wonderful sensation, so she blows more and more air into MissMolly's mouth. Not sure how this will end up! 

After two weeks on the job burst-testing inflation wear, MissMolly discovers that she has 'stretched out' enough to achieve unprecedented size during blowkissing sessions. So there was a beneficial side effect of all that on-the-job stress! 

In the final test of the dive certification process, each swimmer must show that she can withstand being blown to full bouyancy and held there for one minute. Only fifteen seconds into the test, however, MossMolly (who skipped class on the day all the bigger girls were supposed to practice being rescued with compressed air) begins to panic... 

During a tropical dive, MissMolly is accosted by a mermaid who pulls out her mouthpiece and proceeds to blowkiss MissMolly with hits of air from her own scuba tank. Dedicated to my fans MissMolly and HeavyMetalRox.

Three diver girls converge on the helpless MissMolly and prepare her for a blowkiss rescue. First, they remove and discard her useless mouthpiece and hose. Then they pull off her skirt, so her belly will be free to expand, and pull the straps of her swimsuit down off her shoulders so as to free her breasts so they too will be able to fill up with air. Meanwhile, another girl heads for the surface to retrieve a breath of air to blowkiss into MissMolly's mouth.   

Hi, Space Cadettes! Spacegirl Molly here with another safety tip!

Loss of cabin pressure during lift-off is one of the hazards of space flight. That's why you should always remember to fully inflate your flight suit before blasting off- because when blown up to full pressure, it will contain enough air for you to breathe normally for at least three minutes in the event  of an emergency like a blown canopy seal or an oxygen system malfunction. In addition, it will comfortably cushion you against the shock of main booster ignition and first stage separation. 

In fact, you'll notice that most experienced spacegirls like me leave our suits pumped up whenever we are in a part of the ship that is not protected by a double-door air lock. So remember- Spacegirl Molly says for maximum comfort and security, pump that suit up and leave it that way until you exit the pilot's station!

Watch for more safety tips in future installments of...

                                 THE ADVENTURES OF SPACEGIRL MOLLY! 

Jim set MissMolly up with one of the girls from the ballooning team and the two of them went shopping. MissMolly found a ballooning costume that was very elastic indeed and went back to Bunny Debbie for another go (her recovery from the previous popping event remains unexplained at present, you'll just have to bear with me for the time being). 

The result was spectacular, and Jim got a good shot of the two of them right at the moment when Debbie actually had to give up because she ran out of lung power! Can you believe it? By that point, MissMolly was so big she could not move except to wiggle her feet and hands- because the costume allowed her to grow to gigantic proportions while  preventing her from popping.

So now we have a conundrum of sorts... Bunny Debbie simply cannot blow hard enough to force any more air into MissMolly's body, but MissMolly for her part is not yet ready to pop. In fact, she wants MORE air pumped into her!

Oh dear! What SHALL we do?!?

I'll post Jim's photo here soon so you can apprise yourselves of the situation. If it were strictly up to me, I'd get Denise in here on the double and finish the job with her antique anaesthesia respirator (see my story "Make Me Big" to make Denise's acquaintance, if you haven't already). 

Honestly, I had no idea that just by letting MissMolly go shopping, we'd run into this problem...

-Latecomer

Did you know that the same features that make FEM-AIR maternity swimwear the choice of expectant mothers across the nation make them ideally suited to the special needs of  ballooning enthusiasts? In this demonstration,  we’re going to  bring Miss Molly out on stage in her favorite FEM-AIR one-piece swimdress and blowkiss her with balloon gas to show you all how the FEM-AIR suit adapts to your changing body while providing full coverage, firm yet gentle support, and the shaping power needed to keep you looking your best no matter what your size!

Here's MissMolly with just enough gas in her to fill out the suit, and a list of the features that make it her favorite ballooning costume: 

Wide, gel-padded shoulder straps reduce stress and eliminate chafing

Super Spandex ™ cups allow up to 30 inches of bustline expansion

Extra-firm chest band and high-back design improve posture and maintain your curves as your waistline shifts upwards

Extra nipple clearance sewn into cups for comfort during all phases of the inflation cycle

Front zipper makes the suit easy to get into and out of

Powernet-lined,  high-lift lower tummy panel minimizes sag and wobble

-Photography copyright 2013 by Jim Donaldson

-Text copyright 2013 by Suzanne Claremont & Associates

This is a special request by Latecomer for our comrade MissMolly, who favors blowkissing situations. Text to accompany this sketch is as follows:

Halfway through the lifeguard class, Molly started showing up in a black rubber scuba-diving bikini, with which Linda quickly became inordinately fascinated. Soon Linda realized that more than anything else, she wanted to pit her lungpower against the shiny rubber of Molly’s skimpy little two-piece suit. So when it was time to teach mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to the girls, Linda asked Molly to pretend she was the unconscious victim of a diving accident, and had Molly stay late after class so they could rehearse the demonstration.

Once the other girls had left the classroom, Linda closed and locked the door and rolled out a folding ambulance gurney to the front of the classroom and helped Molly climb up onto its green leather pad. She then tied Molly down with the restraint straps, as if she had just been wheeled in from the pool in an unresponsive state. Molly obediently went limp, while Linda ran through her lines just as she had so many times before and wrote the major points on the whiteboard on the wall behind the lectern. Tilt the head back like so to open the airway, and listen for breathing. Clear the mouth and nose and listen for breathing. Then take a deep breath and…

Linda gently turned Molly’s limp and unresisting head towards her, wet her lips, locked firmly down on Molly’s open mouth, and began to blow. But instead of allowing Molly to exhale while listening for air flow, Linda pinched Molly’s nose shut, kept her lips smushed down against Molly’s- and immediately took another quick breath through her nose, and blew that too into Molly’s mouth. And followed it with another.

Molly sensed something was wrong. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Why wouldn’t Linda let her start to breathe normally again? She could feel Linda’s forceful exhalations begin to make her body swell up, and became frightened. She tried to protest, but the restraint straps were very firmly tightened, and Linda would not be denied. Molly began to struggle against the straps and tried to turn her head away from Linda, but found she could not. She was tied down and helpless, wiggling ineffectually, and rapidly blowing up like a balloon. Molly produced a series of increasingly urgent whimpers and moans, muffled by Linda’s own mouth, with which Linda pressed Molly’s head deeper and deeper into the pillow underneath it.

As the helpless Molly continued to grow fatter and fatter, Linda took one of Molly’s rubber bra cups in her hand and squeezed down on it to judge how much the rubber there was stretching. She hefted it, then squeezed it hard enough to force Molly’s swollen nipple out from between her fingers. It was hard, which meant that regardless of what Molly herself might have been thinking, her own body was beginning to respond in its own way to what Linda was doing to it. Linda gave the nipple a quick but firm pinch, and Molly responded with a sharp squeal and a sudden arching of her back against the restraint straps, which continued to hold her fast against the gurney pad.  Good, thought Linda. The process has begun.

Filled only with Linda’s exhalations, Molly was now running short on oxygen and felt her body slipping out of her control. Her breasts and crotch were growing peculiarly sensitive to the chafing produced by the ever-tightening rubber, which held firm against the spent air that Linda was forcing into her.  Molly’s swelling breasts and belly and thighs bulged out around the confines of her bikini in fat curves that the rubber could not contain.  There was simply nowhere else for the air to go and the straps of the suit dug into Molly’s swollen curves and gradually disappeared into the deep folds that developed there.

Although severely overtaxed, both the rubber material and the strap clips of Molly’s diving bikini held fast and Linda realized that it was unlikely that the suit itself would fail and burst free, as she had been imagining. Had she given it much thought, she would have realized that as skimpy and seemingly insubstantial as it appeared, the suit was actually designed to resist bursting to the bitter end and stay firmly in place in the event of a scuba regulator failure, which would have done the same thing to Molly’s body as she was doing to it with her blowkisses. Instead, it was Molly herself who was now in danger of bursting if Linda kept this up much longer.

Meanwhile, Molly was firmly in the grip of her distented body’s own program and realized that in addition to feeling dizzy and faint from lack of oxygen- and increasingly unable to hold back and not wet herself- her enormously bloated femininity was autonomously flooding her dimming consciousness with an a entirely different set of signals. Her desperate struggles grew feeble and were replaced with a different set of responses as these new sensations took control and began to overwhelm her.

Molly’s desperate nonverbal pleas were transformed into gasps and grunts that came from deep within and her frantic and futile wiggles became short and involuntary pelvic thrusts. Her extremities began to tingle with something like cold while deep down in the center of her enormously bloated belly there burned a steadily growing warmth that spread into her nipples and her wetted crotch. Still the suit did not burst. Still Linda kept on blowing.

Then Linda pinched Molly’s nipple again, really hard this time, and submitting to another of Linda’s forceful exhalations, Molly felt herself helplessly slipping into an exquisitely tingly and warm and wet and incontinent faint (from which Linda would soon need to resuscitate her for real).

As you can see, Molly, Linda, and Molly’s hopelessly overburdened rubber bikini are now balanced on a knife edge.   What will it be:  Will Linda finally relent, or will Molly pass out from an (ironic) lack of air, and require Linda to (just as ironically) save her from suffocation? Or will Molly wet herself? Or will she experience an airgasm? Or will the suit finally fail and burst to pieces, allowing her body to expand even more? Or will the restraint straps fail and let the hapless Molly float away like an untethered blimp? Or will Molly herself explode before the suit does?

With the stage thus set, my story ends- so that yours can now begin. You, my friends and colleagues,  may finish it yourself according to your own tastes and stylistic preferences!  If you do, please post and share. Molly's fate is now in your hands... Please be gentle. 

Suggestions for sketches and stories are always welcome-

Best regards,

Latecomer

Here's a sketch for MissMolly. The pose is a slight variation on one of my earlier sketches; please bear with me as I work out how to do this convincingly. Suggestions/requests for new themes are welcome. Accompanying text is as follows:

After I stumbled upon them in this state next to the pool, Linda claimed that she was just practicing mouth-to-mouth resuscitation on Debbie, before her first deep dive- but I knew better. Debbie looked so cute in her new two-piece swimsuit that if I had been divemaster that day, I would have plucked the air hose out of her mouth and blowkissed the piss out of her myself, just like Linda did! 

Here's a special request from Heavymetalrox for a blowkiss scene. Text to accompany the image as follows:

Because of her special skills, Linda was chosen to administer the official blowkiss initiation to Debbie, the newest member of the Big Girl Ballerina Dance Troupe. By taking hits off a helium tank, Linda renders Debbie buoyant and as the rest of the girls watch, she masterfully brings Debbie right to the verge. Keeping a firm grip on her to prevent her from floating away, Linda pauses to take one last breath of gas- the breath which will cause the enormously blimped-up Debbie to experience her first airgasm. A hush falls on the room in anticipation and Linda then forcefully blows that last breath deep into Debbie's huge fat belly- and holds it there.  A moment later, Debbie emits a shrill, tremulous squeal and her life is changed forever. At this, the girls break into delighted cheers and applause- but Linda is not done. 

Without breaking the kiss, Linda inhales that last breath from Debbie's lips and blows it back into her a second time, and holds it there until Debbie emits a second squeal. Debbie struggles to break free but Linda maintains her grip as the crowd begins to shout "Go! Go! Go!" in unison and still locked in her kiss with the helpless Debbie, Linda inhales again, blows again, and holds it one last time. Debbie's body shudders involuntarily and she squeals three times in rapid succession. The whole troupe goes wild with cheers. Finally Linda relents and gently releases Debbie, who ponderously floats free and turns slowly to reveal herself to the crowd. Debbie's expression is one of dreamy contentment; her distented and flushed cheeks have squeezed her eyes almost completely closed and her swollen lips are pursed into a voluptuous kiss. The girls begin to chant "Debbie! Debbie! Debbie!" and Debbie feebly wiggles her fingers in response. 

-Latecomer