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or, "It Happened at the Balloon Shoppe"

Warning mature content. Contains inflation fetish material. This for mature readers only. Read at your own risk.

The sunlight is bright and warm as a gentle wind blows across the large courtyard. Fred sits on the bench next to Gina. He smiles as he gently rubs his hands, “Beautiful day to drift in the sky.”

Gina smiles, “Make me big!”

A soft hissing sounds, “We’ll start slow. You should be feeling a little pressure.”

Gina moans as she rubs her belly, “Yes…”

She just keeps getting bigger.

At first we didn't know what had happened.  A panicked call came in about an emergency in the pharmaceutical lab in the outskirts of town, shortly followed by reports that a building collapsed in the same area.  People in the department thought it might have been a terrorist attack designed to cause a biological outbreak, but they wouldn't have let them build it anywhere near the city limits if there was anything dangerous in it.  Regardless, we went in expecting the worst.  What we found was... different.

NOTE: This story came from me and my wife’s experiences and experimentations with her wearing a tankini in a hot tub, and how she makes herself inflate in it. Read my posts detailing our fun in the forums under “Swimsuit inflation in all the right places.”

“I know that you get a kick out of it,” she said with a mischievous grin. “I don’t wear my other swimsuit sometimes, because I know that it happens only when I were this one, and what that does to you.”