Female Inflation

A fetishist tale of ballooning female loosely based upon Aesop and Lafontaine’s fable “The Frog the Ox”, and the take of this tale on a Sesame Street cartoon.

Not suited for children, and not really recommended for normal people who are not into inflation fetishism.

Trudi was in a hurry. She’d enjoyed all the Wiccan events her friends arranged, as keen as any of the girls to spend an evening drinking, chatting and getting verbal revenge on their boyfriends. What she’d never expected was supernatural occurrences, let alone one that would strike such a chord in her.

A Blonde had a blimp in her view.

His bulk, to her, appeared ideal for each of her breast.

She, not even as large, in her cleavage, as two tomatoes.

Envious, stretched, swelled, strained, in her zeal that her boobs match the blimp in overall size.

Saying, "Sister, lend me your eyes. Is this enough?" As big as she could, she puffed herself, making her chest, like a balloon, expand and inflate. "Am I not yet there, in every feature?" said the Blonde as, due to her chest massive inflation, she made her corset explode .

"Nope."

56-year-old Chester Thompson sat back in his chair in the empty board room and puffed on his cigar. He should have seen it coming. He threw the packet of legal papers onto the desk in front of him. Another class action lawsuit. He should have seen it coming. When Chester had founded Gentech thirty years ago, his goals had been simple -- bring cutting edge scientific progress to the people. He’d even made the company logo “Expanding America’s Future.” Bringing high tech and innovative products to the common man and woman had made him a fortune. Then everything started to go wrong.