Hello all, I'm Mr. Fixing, I'm a 37 year old, married, straight male. I've been an inflation/expansion fan since... oh geez, the late 90's? That's when I really realized that giant breasts and people who like to watch them blow up exist in the world and I'm not alone. But my real interest in it all started with violet Beauregard, and I learned very early on that I prefer top - heavy women. It was just in the internet age and my late teens I realized I wasn't weird as fuck.
My fetishes revolve mostly around the breasts (boobs, hooters, knockers, etc.) and being a big fan of large and super-boobed pornstars and models (all the way to Beshine and Chelsea Charms), and I also am into breast expansion and body expansion.
But up until recently, it's remained in the realm of stealthily viewed pictures, stories, and videos. No real-world experiences.
Until the other day.
I've been long thinking about sharing my fetish with my wife. She knows about it (she's found my porn stash, she thinks it's a little writers, and once in awhile she gives me some good-natured ribbing about my "beach ball boobs obsession", as she puts it.
Well, long story short, I was cleaning out the garage the other day, and ran across an old aquarium pump, and the hoses for it. That got the wheels turning.
A quick trip to the local dollar store later, and I had a couple of huge kids punching balloons.
So now I had to test this thing to see if it would even work... hooked the two balloons and hoses to the pump and... they started blowing up. Slowly, but surely. Hmmm... this might work. But what about inside a shirt?
Now, I'd never thought of giving myself inflatable boobs before. I like boobs.. Like... a LOT, but never in my life have I desired my own pair.
I've always been perfectly content to ogle huge pairs on the internet, both real and man-made, and to enjoy worshipping my wife's natural 38DDD'S.
Digressing, sorry... back to the point.
So to test this rig, and since I'm still not 100% sure about even getting my wife to try this for me yet, (more on that later)
No one else to test it on but myself.
Now, here's where things get weird...
I put the balloons in my shirt, hooked the hoses over my shoulders and positioned them about where boobs would go. Plugged in the hoses and plugged the pump.
And it worked... amazingly well... maybe a little too well. Before long, I started feeling around, watching as these breasts I know to be completely and utterly fake they are, inflate before my eyes.
And I began to get turned on... really, REALLY turned on... and the bigger they got and the tighter my shirt got, and the more pressure I had on my chest, the hotter it got, until, somewhere around the size of volleyballs, I started feeling around them... they were huge... absolutely HUGE... and I orgasmed.
That hasn't happened before... ever. I've never had an orgasm without touching my Wang.
It was an unreal, mind blowing experience. But it was also very confusing for me. I don't want boobs. I'm not into cross dressing, and have no desire to be. I'm as straight as straight can get... and yet this turned me on more than anything in my entire life?!? Is there something wrong with me?
And since then I've done it a couple more times. Never with the spontaneous orgasm again, but I've done it. I even took a picture, just because I couldn't see anything really past my chin, I wanted see how big they got. I'd post it, but my camera is a potato.
I feel dirty, somehow. I feel like a dirty pervert. And if loving giant boobs is wrong then I don't wanna be right.
But I want to share this with my wife. I want to watch HER inflate. Oh my god it would be the hottest thing ever.
But I'm scared. I'm scared she'll think it's weird. Now, she's not exactly a prude (she has a bit of an exhibitionistic streak, she really likes to do it in places we might get caught... despite the fact that that's the kind of thing that gets you on the news these days) last Christmas Eve after the kids went to bed I tied her up with Christmas lights while she was dressed in nothing but her corset.
But we've been married 15 years. Stuff THIS weird could be a deal-breaker for her, I fear. Plus, I know there's no way in hell she'll get the rush out of it I did. But does anyone in here have any tips for maybe broaching the subject with her?
Thanks for listening, and thanks in advance for any advice you can give me...
Also, sorry for any typos, bad grammar, or weird sentences, this was sent from my fingers with my potatophone.