Breast Inflation

Mrs. Seegler gave me a XXXXL t-shirt that actually tucked into my pants. She said she'd have new brassieres and some cute tops for me in a few days knowing I was in need of some new garments quickly. I had walked to the shoppe so I called my friend to come pick me up. Mrs. Seegler and her friends squeezed me back outside of the place and waited until my ride arrived.

"Thanks for all your help...and sorry about the door frame," I said blushing. "No problem. I needed to get that fixed anyway," Mrs. Seegler smiled, as a blue full-sized Chevy van pulled up to the curb.

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Would You Like To Fly With My Beautiful Balloons?, Part 2

Submitted by System on Sat, 08/09/2008 - 12:29

Author:

Helia Melonowski

Genders:

Female Inflation

Inflation Types:

Breast Inflation

Popping:

None

"You're going to stay that big? Stay that size?"

"I think so," I replied. "Are you upset?"

"Upset! Are you kidding?!" you exclaimed as you moved even closer, your eyes on my humongus chest. "I think it's great!"

As you physically admired my breasts, I decided not to tell you that something like this had happened before, a year or two ago. I had gone from a paltry 38D to my current 68EE after a series of bizarre dreams. Now, I had gone from a rather large 68EE to...what? Only my seamstress could know...

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Would You Like To Fly With My Beautiful Balloons?, Part 1

Submitted by System on Sat, 08/09/2008 - 12:26

Author:

Helia Melonowski

Keywords:

floating

Genders:

Female Inflation

Inflation Types:

Breast Inflation

Popping:

Implied

"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.

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Washout

Submitted by System on Sat, 08/09/2008 - 12:05

Author:

Helia Melonowski

Keywords:

water

Genders:

Female Inflation

Inflation Types:

Breast Inflation

Popping:

None

Sexual Content:

We stood outside washing the cars. The sun was shining down, reflecting off the drops of water on the bodies of our vehicles like twinkling stars. You slapped a dripping soapy rag onto the hood of your car, sliding it around on the smooth metal surface. I sponged down a fender of my yellow Volkswagen.

"Baby, hand me the hose. Could you?" you asked. You looked to me, noticing how wet my white tanktop was getting. My breasts--my "succulent 38's" as you called them--swayed bralessly as I rubbed down my car.

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Pump, The

Submitted by System on Sat, 08/09/2008 - 01:50

Author:

Dr. Enlarge

Genders:

Female Inflation

Inflation Types:

Breast Inflation

Popping:

None

Sexual Content:

Moderate

Betty bounced her newborn son in her lap as she waited for her husband to exit the lab. Her car stereo tuned to the local classical station, she took Timmy's pacifier from his limp mouth quietly so as to not wake him up. Gently, she placed him in the seat next to her and sat back in exhaustion. In the rear view mirror, a mid 20's woman with short black hair and bags under her eyes stared back at her.

"I need some sleep," she moaned. "No, scratch that. I need some good sex, then a hot bath, then I need some sleep."

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