Am I Crazy, Doc?

“What’s wrong with me?” I wonder to myself as I pet my flat belly while I lay on my bed looking up at the ceiling. A week ago my pregnant friend stuffed a hose in me and made me swell up like a balloon.

“That’s impossible though - that’s not even remotely, humanly possible. Am I turning into a cartoon?” I give a slight puff on my thumb and I can feel my chest swell a bit with air.

A smug look comes across my face as I get the urge to puff more and increase my breasts. I know that if I were to walk around with larger breasts, my friends would think I gotten a boob job or something.

I roll out of bed and stretch, “Good thing I set up that doctor’s appointment. It’s time to see if I’m crazy or I’m a balloon.”

I slip out of my pajamas and into a white button up blouse and tan capri pants. Slipping on my favorite white sneakers and grabbing my keys as I head out to the local clinic. One thing I distinctly remember about this particular clinic is the boring waiting room. After several minutes of flipping through dull magazines, a nurse enters.

“Sims. Ms. Sims,” a blonde nurse with little blue scrubs calls out.

I stand and follow the nurse to a small patient room. She smiles to me and shuts the door behind her as she leaves me in the room alone.

“I’ve gotta be crazy...I wonder if the doctor will lock me up,” I frown, looking down at my body with a whimper. Another puff of air makes my breasts plump slightly, confirming the reality of my inflation.

“Ms. Sims, how are you doing today?” the doctor says as he enters with a clipboard in his hands. Although, he isn’t my usually doctor he should do. He’s an older man in his fortys. He has slight gray just behind his ears that offsets his thick brown hair. His face looks long and serious but his smile is convincing. He sets his clipboard on the counter and gives me a friendly look.

“I’ve been better Doc.”

“Please, call me Dr. Johnson. So what brings you to see me?” he smiles at me.

I feel myself blush instantly from that question. Who wouldn’t when you’re about to tell a man with such intelligence in the medical field that I can do something no one else can.

“Well Doc, I can inflate…” My voice trails off to a mumble.

He raises his eyebrow at me, “You mean you feel bloated or have some swelling?”

“No, I mean I can blow up like a balloon,” I say, not wanting to explain fully.

He flips through my chart and reads for a moment. “It’s normal for a woman your age to have cases of swelling from time to time.”

“You don’t understand. I can inflate like a balloon, last week I filled up with water.”

He just kind of blinks at me as if his mind has shut off, “You filled up with water?”

“Yes! I can expand like a human balloon. Let me show you,” I look around the room and spot an oxygen mask, “Here, hand me that mask.” He hesitates a moment before handing the mask to me.

“When I put this on, turn the air on so I can inhale faster and show you.” I say before pulling it on, and watching him turn it on as I start inflating

I take in as much oxygen as I can and I start to feel my chest expand. Dr. Johnson examines my chest as I take in more and more air. My top is pulling tighter and cleavage is forming. He obviously has never seen anything like this and seems to want to touch my chest.

“May I?” he asks as he gestures to feel my chest.

I nod to him and help him unbutton my shirt, showing my white, overflowing B cup bra to the world. He gently feels the density of my chest.

“This is amazing, can more than just your breasts inflate?”

“My stomach can inflate too, Doc.”

I continue to inhale more oxygen and my belly starts to puff up. I unbutton my blouse lower and expose my stomach to him.

He makes a very concerned look and rubs my skin, “Your skin is different than I’ve ever seen. It’s extremely flexable and seems to strech far more than normal. It looks as if all your skin is this way and that it can hold an extreme amount of content and pressure.”

He pushes his hands firmly into my belly as I start to look like I had a big meal with matching double D sized boobs that overflow my bra.

I give a polite cough, “Doc, you can turn the air off now.”

He blushes as he gives me a small smile, “Oh, I’m sorry Ms. Sims.”

The doctor reaches over and turns the valve all the way off, “It’s is remarkable, I have to document this. Just wait right here, Ms. Sims.”

He scurries out the door and I relax with the mask still on.

“Look at you, Nebby. I guess you aren’t crazy, you’re just a big balloon,” I think to myself as I pat my large belly.

I reach inside my blouse and take off my bra to stop it from cutting into my tits anymore. I put it beside me and button up my blouse again to try and cover myself. Another female nurse enters the room, but she’s different from the first nurse. She’s a brunette and has a very smug look on her face. Something about her seems weird as she stands before me in her green scrubs.

“Sorry to intrude but Dr. Johnson say I should prep you before he starts his documentation.”

“Prep me?” I ask the nurse.

“Sure!” she says loudly as she reaches out and grabs me tightly by the neck.

It surprises me and I try to remove her hand only to feel something happen with the mask on my face. The same creaking sound of the oxygen turning on can be heard. She cranks the oxygen up pretty high and I feel my face inflate. The mere force of the air makes me unable to stop it. It holds my mouth open so I can’t talk and freely pushes into my nose and mouth. With her hand firmly around my neck it can’t enter my body and my cheeks began to puff up, tightening the straps of the mask against my face. She releases her hand from my neck and laughs as the oxygen starts to enter the rest of me. Her reaction to my situation is joy. She loves me blowing up, although I still don’t know how big I can get. I don’t need some stupid nurse blowing me up for her own enjoyment. My stomach seems to take most of this inflation and pulls the middle of my blouse tighter, stretching the shirt so that you can see my skin in between the buttons.

“Jeez, Ms. Sims you are looking very bloated today,” she taunts me as she tickles my skin from between the buttons.

I try to lean forward to grab her but leaning forward is gone now, as my breasts join in on the expansion. My chest is pulling on my blouse just like my belly, when with a pop, a button bursts off of my blouse near my stomach.

“Aww, poor Ms. Sims. Did your mother not give you clothes that you could grow into?” I blush as she leans close enough to me to grab handfuls of my boobs. “At least you were smart enough to wear something that can leave room for growth. Those capris however, looks like they just might burst off.”

More creaking is heard as she increases the pressure of oxygen getting pumped into me.

As I panic at the increased flow, I begin to wonder, “Why did she say that? It’s not like my legs inflate.”

I feel myself begin to rise a bit as my butt cheeks start to puff up. I grab them with my hands and feel them expanding.

“No fucking way!” I think.

“Doctor Johnson told me that only your breasts and stomach could inflate. Somehow I believed your whole body could. I should really let you fill all the way out so the doctor can record it,” she says while two more buttons fly off my blouse.

I hold my now beach ball like stomach and growl at her. I despise that she’s using me as her play thing. Like a child wanting a balloon much bigger and better than everyone else’s. My thighs pull the fabric of my pants really tight and my calves inflate freely. Angrily, I watch her take my socks and shoes off and play with my feet.

“This one went to the doctor,” she says, pinching my big toe, “this one should have stayed at home. This one got a mask stuck on it’s face. This one got inflated real big. And this one…” I feel her pinch my little toe. She leans up to me and shoves my bloated belly back, making me lay on the bed. Still holding my smallest toe she says, “This one’s going to explode!”

With her free hand she breaks the oxygen valve on the wall so it blow full force and it can’t be stopped. It blows down the hose and into my mask with immense pressure. Making my cheeks and throat balloon up to contain it. The nurse releases my toe and steps back to admire her work. The air pushes into me so hard, I feel every inch of my body quiver as it is forced to expand. Waving my arms doesn’t do much, I doubt she can see them from where she stands. With beach ball like tits and a stomach that is 4 feet in diameter, I don’t blame her. My ass surges out and rips my pants to shreds, my thighs, calves, and feet join in with the growth. My body straightens out as my arms go out to my sides and my legs are pushed out straight. Laying flat on the bed as I balloon up so fast, the nurse walks around me, running a finger along my thigh, then my side, then my boob.

“My my. Ms. Sims, you look big and healthy. I’d love to stick around and watch the finale, but I got other patients to check on,” she says the whole time with a smile. She doesn’t even care if I explode or not. “Ciao, Nebby,” she says with a wave.

I’m dumbstruck by a massive sense of deja-vu. I don’t focus on it long as even if she’s gone, I’m still inflating like there’s no tomorrow. All I can do is nervously look around my mask and see my cleavage stretch out as my breasts get to a size the world has never seen before. My thighs and sides of my round stomach hang off the bed and continue to swell bigger. My fingers and toes puff up and grow very tight, even my lips have puffed up inside the mask so full force of the air can’t enter. It all blows into my nose and it doesn’t seem to be slowing.

“Oh my God!” I hear a voice from my side.

I can’t see who it is from my girth. I wiggle my puffy fingers and toes to get his attention and stop this expansion.

“Ms. Sims, what are you doing?” I hear and feel hands on my body pushing on my belly and thighs.

It sounds like the doctor but it’s hard to hear over the sound of my body hissing. He shuffles things around in the drawer of the counter and finds a large part of scissors. Cutting the hose stops the tremendous flow of air into me. The doctor grabs the part of the hose still attached to my mask.

“Can you release the air, Ms. Sims?” he asks looking nervously at my stomach that is 6 feet in diameter.

I’m surprised he isn’t laughing at me as well, I’m so big and round. I’m so helpless, all I can move are my fingers and toes. The doctor pushes on me firmly but it only makes the air shift in me. I start blushing as this doctor touches my bloated, naked body.

“I guess now would be a good time to write this down,” Doctor Johnson says as he picks up a notepad and beings writing.