Breast Inflation

As Vykoo adjusted his dress he flicked through his phone looking at pictures of cats, fake cat ears and tails and various pictures of cat-themed female lingerie, wiggling his large bottom to the beat of his favorite EDM songs, when his loving wife Pastry burst in scaring the living daylights out of him.

"Hey, there my loving husband!" He nearly dropped his phone but luckily saved, he shot his wife a nasty glare as she awkwardly giggled.

“Oh don’t give me that look, I need your help here.” She asked him.

Shelly and Piper kicked off their shoes as they stepped in through the doors of their beach home, with their arms full of shopping bags. Shelly was practically bubbling with excitement at the Spa and High Tea day they were gonna put together for their 3^rd year anniversary. Piper was swollen with joy too, but only because she loved her teeny, skinny-mini little girlfriend so much it made her heart hurt.

The voice in the back of her head kept telling her that she had made an enormous mistake.

It was either due to carelessness, desire, or curiosity that it happened: While spending time alone with a tank of air, her hand lingered on the valve just long enough for it to be pushed away by her swelling belly, out of reach. She grew, larger than she had ever been before, perhaps unwisely, as her breasts billowed and her stomach pushed them up to her face, blocking her view.