"Hold on! I've got you!"
"No! No! I'm slipping!"
"Don't squirm! I've got you!" Your hand grasping mine was slippery with sweat. You reached up trying to grab at the little bit of fabric left clinging to my neck.
"I'm filling up more! Ooh! Don't let me go!" I cried as my breasts swelled even bigger. My panic was making me breath in gulps of air. The air was making me balloon up larger and larger.
