Balloon Bar, The

So I'm driving along, fresh out from a long day at work. It was just one of those days you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy, or maybe you would.

Anyway, I'm driving home, but there ain't no real reason to go there. I share my apartment with myself, and the though of cooking something for dinner isn't really appealing to me. It's Friday and come to think of it, I'm not really hungry, but thirsty. So I figure I'll stop at my favorite spot for a beer or two or three.

So like I said before, I'm driving and wouldn't you know it, my regular route home is closed off for something or other and I got to take a detour through some part of town I ain't been to before. So I turn down the way the cop tells me to, and before long I have no idea where I am.

That's when I spot this little restaurant/bar called the Balloon Bar. It's a neat looking little place all decorated up with balloons around the outside, and I've always had this thing for balloons since I was a kid, so I pull into the parking lot and head inside.

The inside of the place isn't bad either. It's nice and clean and decorated sort of haphazardly with balloons all over the place. There are a couple of guys sitting at the bar and a few more people sitting at tables eating. I'm looking around when one of the waitresses' calls out ant tells me to sit wherever I want to.

There's an empty table right next to the place where they inflate the balloons, 'cause there's a helium tank there and some bins with different colors and sizes and shapes of balloons. I take a seat there because I figure I might get the chance to watch some balloons get blown up. I don't know. Just watching balloons inflate always turned me on.

Anyway, I sit down and pretty soon this knockout girl comes over and says that her name is Kim. She hands me a menu and asks what I want to drink. I ask for a pitcher of beer and she heads off. The menu is all decorated with balloons, but at the moment I'm not really hungry, so I put it down and wait for my beer.

Kim comes back with my pitcher and a glass and I get to have another good look at her. She's got a real pretty face with long, blonde hair and about medium tall. But the thing you really notice about her is her tits. They're perfectly shaped; maybe a double D; maybe bigger and with the top button undone, I get a great view of them as she pours my beer.

And I think she knows I'm looking, 'cause she gives me this little smile and I think to myself those are the nicest tits I've ever seen and that I really like to get my hands on them.

So after a couple of seconds of this, she finally asks if I want to order some food and I say that the beer will be enough for now. She goes about her business, coming back every so often to top off my beer and asking if I want to order something.

Before long, I'm halfway through my pitcher and the last of the customers in Kim's section have left, and she's cleaning up after them, and I'm beginning to stare at her and her tits more and more. I think she notices, because she comes over and starts asking me questions like if I like balloons and stuff like that. And with the beer in me I start talking and telling her about the fact that I really do like balloons. She asks what kind of shapes and colors I like and I tell her that it really doesn't matter. I tell her that I just like watching balloons getting blown up, either by tank or by mouth.

Then suddenly out of nowhere she asks if I like big boobs. I guess with all the beer in me I really wasn't thinking and I just blabbed out that I did. I wasn't really sure where the conversation was going from there, but just at that moment, the bartender called out to her and told her to start filling up some more balloons.

She nodded her head to the bartender, and said to me that she hoped I didn't mind having her have to do that. I said that it was no problem, and she told me that if I needed anything, just give her a little yell. I had enough sense not to say what I needed was a better look at her breasts and that a nice feel and kiss would be good too.

Well she goes over to the tank and turns on the valve and I hear the short wisp of helium fill the filler valve. She digs for a moment in one of the bins and pulls out a nice big blue round balloon and puts in on the rubber valve of the filler. She presses her finger against it and the balloon steadily starts to fill, slowly getting bigger and bigger. I can feel a tug in my groin as if fills and I start to feel a tingle all over me. Finally she gets the balloon to what she thinks is the proper size and ties it off and attaches a ribbon to it and lets it float to the ceiling.

It didn't take any more than a couple of seconds before she had another balloon (this one was yellow) on the filler and was on her way to filling this one the same way. Just as before, watching it inflate really turned me on and she smiled at me as if she knew it. I took another drink from my glass and filled it again from the pitcher.

Kim continued to fill balloons, one after another. Occasionally she would take the balloon and rub it against the exposed part of her breasts and my heart would almost jump out of place. She had done about ten or twelve balloons when I noticed it. There was a strange tightness in my chest and it seemed to increase each time she filled a balloon.

It was when I went to take another drink of beer when I noticed it. My arm touched something as I lifted my beer to my mouth. I figured it was the beer, but it looked like my tits were bigger. Not much, but bigger.

Kim was starting another balloon and as it filled I though I could fee my tits grow with it. They didn't seem to grow much, but I got the definite feeling of them growing under my shirt, stopping when she finished filling the balloon she was working on.

I looked at her, and she smiled back at me. She began digging through another one of the bins and pulled out what looked to be a larger balloon than she had been doing before.

It indeed was a larger balloon; maybe twice as large as the ones she had been filling before. She put it on the filler and began to fill it quickly and I could now definitely feel my tits grow for they were now starting to press against my shirt, making it blossom out much as Kim's uniform did.

I looked around the place, but no one seemed to take notice of what was going on. I wanted to say something to her, but for some reason it was if I couldn't say a word or protest. I just stared at her and she smiled back at me.

Again she pulled one of the larger balloons from the bin and quickly began to fill it. As it did, I could feel it starting to tug at my polo shirt (my "uniform" from work). As my tits got bigger, it began to pull the shirt out from my pants. I filled my glass from the pitcher and drained it in one draw. I filled the glass one more time and took note that the pitcher was empty.

Kim finished filling the balloon she had been inflating and tied it off. She too had taken note of the condition of my pitcher and glass and went to the bar. After a moment of discussion with the bartender, she returned with a new full pitcher and a fresh glass. Almost at some unheard command, I drained my old glass as she filled the new one from the new pitcher. Then off she whisked the old glass and pitcher and returned to the balloon filling station.

I tried to tell her that she could stop, but the words just hung in my mouth, almost as if I wanted her to keep doing it. She smiled at me and began again as she had before, filling one after another of these larger balloons. Soon my boobs were the size of an extra melon and my shirt looked more looked more like a cut off tee shirt, then a polo. It was getting extremely tight around my chest, and I was sure I could hear a seam starting to give under the strain.

The ceiling where she was working was now filled with balloons of all different colors and there was no longer any space for her to fill any more, so she starts gathering them in bunches and brings them over to my table and ties them to the chairs there, but she made sure I could still see the helium tank. There must have been at least thirty balloons of both sizes, and just the pressure of the balloons around me, and the pressure of my nipples against my shirt were making me more horny than I could stand.

I'm thinking to myself that I got to get out of here, but all that I can do is take another drink from my glass. Kim tops off my glass from the pitcher and heads back to the helium tank.

This time though, she doesn't get a balloon out of the bins, but she ducks under the counter and after a couple of seconds, she comes up with a box and puts it on the counter. She reaches into the box and pulls out a different rubber valve for the filler. She turns off the tank and replaces the filler valve. This valve is much bigger and wider than the one that was on before and as she turned the helium on again, I'm wondering what's going on.

Then she reaches into the box and pulls out an absolutely huge pink balloon. I've got no idea how big it is, but she puts it on the filler and slowly starts to inflate. I know it's got to be big because, just the little bit of helium that filled it before it started to stretch, looked like it filled it almost to five or six inches. Like I said, she starts to inflate it and I can feel my boobs get bigger and bigger with it. I figure that it wasn't even half full and my tits are the size of basketballs and I can feel that the bottoms of them are now out from under my shirt and resting on the table. I can hear the seams starting to give way and still this balloon is getting bigger.

The balloon is just about as big as I think it can get and the better portion of my breasts are now exposed under my shirt. Just the fact that my nipples are as hard as rocks and sticking out is keeping the shirt from rolling over the top and letting them fall completely out of my shirt.

Like I said, I figure the balloon is about as big as it can get 'cause she's stopped filling it, but she still has it on the filler. But then she presses the filler valve again and I realize that the balloon still has a huge stem to fill. Suddenly I realize that as the stem of the balloon starts to fill, my nipples are starting to grow with it, pushing out further under my shirt. The pressure is diving me crazy, but watching her fill the balloon to the point of exploding was an even bigger turn on.

Finally when I figure the balloon was about to explode, she takes it off the filler and ties it up. My nipples feel huge, but I can't really see them 'cause there's so much tit in the way.

I didn't even have time to take a breath (or a drink of beer) when she's got another one of the huge balloons on the tank and filling it and I can't take my eyes off of it as it grows bigger and bigger. I watched until the sound of ripping cloth distracted me from my fascination with the balloon. The seams on my shirt could take no more and tore away under my right arm.

With the tension released, the shirt just rolled up my boob and let them fall out onto the table. I had stopped paying attention to how big they were until then, but they were now as big as two overfilled beach balls, and getting bigger by the second.

Kim finished filling the balloon (including the stem again, which seemed to make my nipples feel like they were the size of rolls of quarters). After she finished tying it off an let it float to the ceiling, she walked over to the table and asks if something is wrong because I haven't touched my beer and she's afraid it might go flat. I reach over and take my glass and empty it and Kim fills it back up again.

She sits down in one of the chairs and starts talking about the fact that she really likes balloons and is glad that I seem to like them too, and she seems oblivious of what is happening to me. I'm staring again at her tits again, wish what was happening to me would happen to her.

Or was this happening, or was this some kind of beer induced hallucination. My tits couldn't be that big. They didn't feel heavy, but as I reached out to touch them, there was no doubt that they were there and that my shirt was torn or that my tits were starting to get big enough that I was having trouble seeing over the top of them.

Kim walked back over to the tank as I took another drink of beer. She pulled another balloon out of the box and started to fill it. As I watched the balloon fill, I was glad that the tank was off to my side a bit, otherwise I'd soon have a problem watching her doing her thing. As I looked straight ahead, my view of the world was being cut off as the bulk of my breasts began to obscure more and more of my view. Pretty soon I wouldn't be able to see anything in front of me.

I reached for may glass and drank what was left in it. I filled it again and realized that the balloon she had been filling must be almost full 'cause I could feel my nipples growing again. They had to be huge at this point, but I really had no idea, because there was no way I could see them.

There, my tits are growing again and sure enough, she had another balloon on the tank. She smiled at me and pressed hard on the valve. The balloon jumped in size and was quickly full. When I turned to look straight ahead, I realized that my view forward was almost completely cut off. As I took another drink, I mused that it would be tough to see where I was walking.

Oh, there she goes with another one. She was filling this one fast also because I very quickly felt it in my nipples. I looked over to her again, staring intently at her tits. She had to excuse me for it with this much beer in me. I held the beer glass to my lips and though that I'm really going to have a tough time driving home after two pitchers of beer.

She's filling another balloon, and all I can see in front of me is my tits and the ceiling. They've got to be covering the entire table by now. I'd better not knock the pitcher off the table. Then I think, how the heck am I going to drive. I can't see anything. Heck, I can't even fit behind the wheel.

That's when the panic set in. What the heck am I going to do. I can't get home like this. Oh no ... there goes another balloon. I try to get up, but my balance is all screwed up. It's not that my tits are so heavy. I just can't get my balance, and the beer isn't helping.

I look over to Kim and she's just tying off the last balloon she filled. She asks if there's a problem and I start babbling about balloons and tits and beer and all sorts of thing. People are starting to look and I think they're going to think I'm some kind of freak, but they just turn back to their beer and business.

I'm trying to find the door, but I can't keep my balance well enough to walk to it. Kim reaches under the counter and pulls out a balloon that is almost as big uninflated as the first balloons were fully inflated. She's putting it on the filler and it starts to inflate.

I get enough balance and start to walk to the door. My breasts are growing before my eyes as I know the balloon is. I look over to Kim. The balloon is at least three foot and steadily growing. I try to walk through the door, but there's no way my tits will fit. I turn sideways, but still the same problem. I look over and the balloon is at least five foot now. I even try to back through the door, but my tits are so much wider than me I have no luck with that.

The balloon is now at least six foot and almost touching the ceiling still on the filler. It's got to be almost full. It can't get any bigger. I can't get any bigger.

Suddenly, I feel the growth center on my nipples. She's filling the stem and I can feel my nipples growing again. They've got to be almost a foot long by now.

Suddenly, everything stops and I feel a hand on my shoulder. It's Kim. She has the last batch of balloons she's done in a bouquet and she's leading back to my table saying that I probably shouldn't be driving after that much beer, but that I shouldn't worry. I was still early and she'd take care of everything. I sat down in my chair and positioned my tits so that they were comfortable on the table. They were so big not that even standing, I could barely see in front of me. If they got any bigger, I wouldn't be able to walk 'cause my feet would be right off the ground.

She tied the balloons off to one of the chairs and said something about being right back. There was still enough room on the table for my beer and there was still beer in the pitcher.

What the heck, I say to myself as I fill my glass and quickly empty it. What the heck else could I do? I emptied what was left in the pitcher into my glass and drank that too.

Behind me, I could hear an noise. I turned around and there was Kim rolling another helium tank into place. She told me that she'd emptied the other one, and wanted to continue to amuse me with more balloons. I took a deep breath and buried my head in my tits.

In a moment, there was a tap on my shoulder. I looked up and saw Kim bearing another full pitcher of beer. She was saying something again about not worrying about getting home, that she'd take care of it. She filled my glass and went back to the tank. She took out another balloon like the last one and began to fill it.

With the surge I expected, my tits expanded again. I watched as the balloon filled...three foot...four foot...five foot...six foot. I knew what was happening to me. The stem filled and so did my nipples. She tied it off and was just about to reach for another one when the bartender called out to her and said that she'd done enough of the round ones for a while and that she should try out some of the new extra large airships that had just come in.

She said that would be great.

I just said Oh no...