Annie wakes up to a surprising turn of events.
Annie woke up in the middle of the night with a start. Nothing had caused her to wake up; she just suddenly found her eyes open and staring at the dark ceiling of her room. She sighed softly as she looked at the clock and saw the time: 3 o’clock in the morning. Hours before she could do anything, but not long enough to get some decent sleep. Perfect.
Annie closed her eyes and tried to get back to sleep, but was interrupted in her attempts when she heard a faint hissing sound. She looked around for a source and couldn’t seem to find any obvious cause. She had electric heat, so it couldn’t be a gas leak, and as far as Annie knew there were no balloons in the immediate vicinity. But still the soft hissing sound continued to reverberate throughout the room.
She decided to ignore it - the sound was probably nothing, but she would find out in the morning. Maybe a balloon got in her room somehow. Annie rolled over in her bed and put the pillow over her ears to block out the sound. However, not only did she continue to hear the hissing, but something felt strange about lying on her stomach. The front of her body rested on her breasts funnily, as if they were somehow bigger. She rolled back onto her back to see what was going on.
Annie felt her breasts underneath her covers, and strangely enough they did feel different. She pulled back the comforter and looked down, and gasped softly. Her breasts did seem to be bigger through her flannel pajama top. For one thing, it was tighter than usual, and for another, Annie noticed that it was harder to see her feet than normal. Her normally C-cup sized breasts seemed to have increased in size without her noticing. Now they were about the size of oranges.
As she felt her newly enlarged boobs through the shirt, Annie also noticed something else. They felt different than they normally did, besides the fact that they were bigger. Her breasts felt much perkier than usual, but also they felt weird…rubbery somehow. She experimentally pushed her skin down and felt her hand sink into boobs about an inch before it sprung back to normal. The way it reacted to the pushing seemed strange. Almost as if it were a balloon instead of a boob.
All the while, the hissing sound continued in the room, and as Annie started to notice the coinciding noise and larger breasts, a notion formed in the back of her mind that perhaps the two were associated. Both were unexplainable, at least for the moment, and she had noticed them at the same time. Annie looked down at her breasts again. They seemed now even larger than when she had last looked, and her flannel top felt tighter. “No way…” Annie whispered as she put the two together. The question formed in the back of her mind, and though she wanted to disregard it as fiction, the evidence seemed to support it. Are my boobs inflating? She thought.
Of course, the realm of reality is rarely left so easily, even if one has just woken up, and so Annie’s mind, unused to the impossible, denied that this was occurring. “I’m dreaming,” Annie said aloud, though she knew that it wasn’t true. This was too linear and too real to be a dream. Besides, she could feel the fabric of her pajamas as they slowly tightened against her breasts. Annie pinched herself for reassurance, and upon finding that this was reality, gasped again. “What the hell?” she said, questioning the surreal situation that she was now faced with.
As she moved on from the question of whether or not this was happening, and grappled with the ideas of how and why this was happening, “this” continued to happen. Annie’s breasts inflated like the balloons they were starting to resemble, constricting space inside her flannel pajama top. Gaps started to show between the buttons as it became clear that the top would be no match for the growing boobs. Annie’s mind was torn from the cause of her situation to the present by the increasing pain of a tightening shirt. She looked downward in amazement as the buttons became less able to hold the fabric together and started to lose their stitches. As cleavage started showing between the gaps Annie felt that perhaps she should unbutton the buttons to save the shirt, but was paralyzed by utter bewilderment as her bosom expanded without rationalization.
Finally, her pajama top lost the holding contest to Annie’s breasts as the buttons started to pop off by themselves. They flew off the top and landed somewhere on the dark floor of her room. Annie continued to watch as each button systematically popped off, leaving her boobs completely uncovered. The bottom part of her shirt rested on her stomach, the buttons the same as usual.
The comparison to balloons couldn’t have been clearer as Annie’s breasts became naked for her to see. Despite the fact that she was lying down they stuck straight up in the air, creating cleavage without any constricting garment. They were nearly perfect spheres, and now about the size of basketballs. Annie reached her hands up to her impossible breast and felt their surface; they felt just like a balloon. She experimentally pinched them and was surprised to hear the resounding squeak of latex. “Why is this happening to me?” Annie asked nobody in particular.
Annie sat up; trying to get a better perspective on her inflating boobs, and was astonished to find how easily she sat up. In fact, Annie did not lift herself into a seated position, but was rather pulled into one. Starting to sit up was merely the beginning action which was completed by her breasts, which were apparently lighter than air now. Annie was amazed as she found that it was in fact harder to lie down than it was to sit up. In order to push her torso down, she had to get leverage by lifting her knees, and vice versa. Little by little, as her breasts expanded larger, Annie was losing contact with the bed.
The minutes ticked by, and Annie, now realizing that she was helpless in this position, allowed herself to relax and let it happen. There was nothing she could do about it, and nobody would believe her if she called them, nor would they be able to do anything about it. Better, she thought to just let the impossible run its course and hope that she would shrink back to normal when this was all over. She began to drift off to sleep again as she reached this relaxed state. The last thing Annie felt was her breasts touch the ceiling.
It's late and Maggie just wants to get to her car and get home. Fate has other plans for her.
Maggie walked out of the movie theater by herself on a warm summer’s night. She had been virtually alone in the theater, as everyone had already seen the movie she was watching. It had been a pretty good movie, but Maggie was starting to regret going to see the late show. Not only was she extremely tired, but her car was parked in the very farthest corner of the parking lot. It had been extremely busy when she got to the theater, but the movie she had seen was a long one; now the parking lot was virtually empty and she had to walk across the barren expanse by herself.
The distance was huge, more than a quarter mile away from the theater. Maggie couldn’t even see her car yet, despite there being only one or two other cars in the lot. I shouldn’t have come in so late to the movie, she thought to herself. About a quarter of the way through the parking lot, Maggie started to feel anxious. She was all by herself in the middle of this huge parking lot. There was nobody around, but still, the wide, dark space seemed ominous and scary. She started to walk a little faster.
As she reached the middle of the parking lot, Maggie finally spotted her car. It was in the darkest corner of the lot, of course. She was really starting to regret her choice of times to see a movie. Suddenly, Maggie heard a hissing sound start nearby. She stopped abruptly, looking for the source of the sound. The first thought through her mind was that a snake was in the area, as unlikely as that seemed. However, looking around, she saw nothing. There weren’t any cars in the immediate vicinity, and, being right under the light, she had a good view of the area around her, and there were no snakes. But the hissing continued, sounding as if it were right under her. Right next to her, even. It sounded like a leaking balloon. Using her ears to guide her, Maggie turned around, but the intensity of the hissing didn’t change as she turned. As she bent to the ground, however, it suddenly got louder. But there was nothing on the ground where she stood. So where the hell was the hissing coming from?
Around that time, Maggie started to feel a pain in her shoulders and chest. Her bra was pinching her skin, for some reason. Maggie looked down. Her breasts seemed to be bulging out of her shirt. She could see crease lines in the blouse she was wearing, and her bra felt inexplicably tight. She adjusted herself, trying to get it comfortable, but to no avail. It was as if her clothes were too small. It was interesting, because she hadn’t noticed it in the movie. All of a sudden, Maggie realized something. The hissing hadn’t stopped, and her boobs seemed to be a bit bigger than normal. These two seemingly random anomalies that had suddenly appeared…could they be connected? Maggie looked down at her chest again, and this time noticed that the hissing had gotten louder. She turned her head, holding her ear down. The hissing seemed to be coming from her. “What the hell?” Maggie asked nobody in particular.
Looking around for people, she started unbuttoning her blouse in the middle of the empty parking lot. Nobody was watching, but it still felt awkward. She looked down at her hissing breasts. They were bulging out of her bra as if it were two cup sizes too small. She tried to pack her boobs back in, but they were too big. “What is going on?” she asked. Clearly her boobs were too big for her clothes. How had this happened so suddenly? And what did it have to do with the hissing? Suddenly, something clicked in Maggie’s mind. The hissing sounded like a balloon attached to a helium tank. Could that be what was going on? Am I….inflating? Maggie thought. She experimentally poked her breasts. They seemed much more rubbery than normal, and felt like warm balloons as she met resistance. What was worse; as Maggie intently watched her boobs, she noticed that they were even bigger than when she had first unbuttoned her shirt. This appearance was accompanied by a noticeable increase in the tightness of her bra. From what Maggie could see, it seemed that not only were her breasts inflating with air, they were still getting larger by the second.
Maggie started to panic. This wasn’t normal, but being in the middle of an empty parking lot certainly wasn’t the place to stand around and gawk at her inflating boobs. It might attract unwanted attention. She buttoned her blouse up, with some difficulty, and set on her way to her car, walking quickly. She didn’t know what was causing this, but maybe if she left the area it would stop. She noticed, however, that her breasts were getting to be too much for her clothes. Creaks started to emit from her bra, and she could see her cleavage starting to emerge in the gaps between the buttons of her blouse. Maggie started walking faster.
Suddenly, Maggie heard a *pop* as one of her buttons gave way. It clattered on the asphalt. She also started to feel her breathing being constricted by her bra. Her clothes were fighting a losing battle to her breasts, which were approaching volleyball size. Maggie broke into a slow jog. Her car still seemed to be so far away, and her breasts were still growing. Another button popped off, followed closely by another. Her bra was clearly visible now through the hole in her blouse, and it didn’t look to be doing to well, either. The stitches creaked in response to the jiggling motion that Maggie’s jogging was creating. It wouldn’t be too soon before….suddenly a ripping sound was heard as it gave up. The resulting liberation of her breasts from the confines of her bra also caused two more buttons to explode off her blouse. Her breasts bounced free, the bra falling to the ground and the blouse hanging from the sides of her basketball-sized behemoths. Maggie broke into a run, trying to escape her inflation. She was almost to her car; only a hundred yards to go.
However, as Maggie approached her car, she noticed something odd about her running. She wasn’t weighed down by her breasts, as she would have been if these were normal breasts. No, in fact, her weight was being reduced by them. She actually noticed that, with each step, she went higher into the air. She was actually being lifted up by her inflating boobs. Apparently they were not only growing, but they were filling with helium. As Maggie got to within fifty yards of her car, she suddenly tripped on a rock. Rather than a painful landing as she anticipated, she fell forwards for ten feet before lightly landing on her massive breasts and bouncing right back up again. It didn’t hurt at all, so she continued her mad dash for the car. However, as she started running again, Maggie felt her strides getting longer and longer. It began to feel more like moonwalking than running. After one stride, she suddenly found herself floating for twenty feet before landing just ten feet from her car. Maggie steadied herself, not wanting to overleap her car. She stopped running, but still tried to move quickly, as she was gradually losing contact with the ground. She was walking quickly, taking long, deliberate steps. She was afraid that she might float away. Panic started to set in as Maggie felt herself being lifted onto her tiptoes. She was only two feet away now. She reached for the door handle, tiptoeing over. If she could just get a firm grasp…..
Maggie felt her finger brush the handle just as her feet lost contact with the ground. She grabbed hold, forcing herself back down. Holding tightly with one hand, she reached into her pocket with the other. She pulled out her keys, but hesitated when she realized that she couldn’t even see the door handle, let alone the key hole. Her breasts, which were now the size of prize pumpkins, were too big, and being so light they thrust themselves upwards, past her collarbone. She couldn’t see over them. Not only that, but she could hardly reach the door with the keys. However, she found a way to do it by shoving her boobs against the car, squishing them as much as possible, and managed to feel around for the keyhole. Maggie then placed the key in the hole. She was almost there. However, being unable to see, Maggie twisted the key the wrong way. With a sickening snap, the key suddenly broke. She lifted the key up in surprise, but in her distraction, momentarily let go of the door handle. She immediately started floating upwards. “Nooooooooo!” shouted Maggie, clawing at the ground. However, she soon lost sight of the ground, as the position of her breasts forced her to be looking upwards. Her cries were unheard as she floated above the empty parking lot and into the warm night sky.
Lizzie floats on the lake.
Elizabeth Stanton was sprawled idly across her rubber dinghy on the lake. It was hot. On a midsummer afternoon like this in Cape Cod, it was about as hot as it gets in New England. Lizzie was alone on the lake, which actually wasn’t even a lake. It was a kettle pond, formed by a glacier thousands of years ago. There were many such ponds on the Cape, but this one was more secluded than the rest. There were few houses that had access to it. It wasn’t a large pond at all, and it was almost perfectly circular. It was fed by an underground spring, and was consequently cooler and fresher than most ponds. It also wasn’t filled with pond scum, and the water was so clear you could see to the bottom in ten feet of water on a sunny, cloudless day like this.
Lizzie felt the sweat trickle down her face as the sun beat down relentlessly on her and her small inflatable yellow raft. She reached into the water over the side and splashed some on herself to keep cool. The feeling was incredibly refreshing. The raft belonged to her family, which was currently at the beach with the rest of the summer tourists. Lizzie, sick of the multitudinous crowds, had opted to stay here and bask in the sun by herself. Now she was probably the only one around for miles. Everyone else was at the beach. This was a great idea, she thought to herself.
Lizzie suddenly felt a soft bump as the dinghy collided with a rock that jutted from the water. She had let the warm Cape breeze carry her to the edge of the pond, and now was in the shallows again. She sluggishly sat up and began to slowly paddle back out to the center of the pond. Ripples slowly spread out from the moving raft into the lake, disturbing the still water. She felt as if she was the only person in the world at that moment, and it wasn’t a bad feeling.
Upon reaching the center of the lake, Lizzie again reclined across the raft, offering her body to the sun. If the sun were a man, it would have enjoyed the view. Lizzie’s body was hard to ignore. She was slim and fit, and her features were well proportioned; that is to say, she had a beautiful bod. Her face was equally angelic, and her blond hair looked like it came straight out of a shampoo ad. Her smooth, taught skin barely burned in the hot sun, courtesy of Hispanic genetics handed down from her mother’s side. Instead, she got a perfect, even tan, which accentuated her already attractive features. For Lizzie, life was good.
All of a sudden, the silence of the lake (apart from the cicadas in the woods at the edge) was pierced by a new sound; a soft hiss of air. Lizzie heard the sound and sat up, thinking perhaps the raft had sprung a leak. It wouldn’t be the end of the world if the boat sunk – she could easily swim back to shore – but it would put a damper on her day. She moved around the boat, trying to listen for the place where the hiss was coming from. However, the noise remained even wherever she moved. It didn’t change in pitch or in volume. Confused, she checked again, but there didn’t seem to be any one place where the sound was coming from. That was strange. It sounded close by, but where could it come from if not from the raft?
As she pondered this, Lizzie felt the straps of her string bikini digging into her shoulders. She looked down, momentarily distracted from the noise by the discomfort. What she saw was equally as confusing as the unidentified sound. It seemed that her boobs were bulging out of the top. She adjusted it, but it didn’t do much. Her breasts seemed too large for the top no matter what she did for it. I could have sworn this fit this morning. What was stranger even than that was that, as Lizzie watched, her top seemed to be…moving. She left it alone for a bit and watched it, all the while the hissing sound in the background. And as she watched, her top did indeed move, but not of its own accord; it seemed her breasts were pushing it outward. Along with this sight came the feeling of the top getting even tighter. “What the hell…” said Lizzie, and rightfully so, for it seemed to her that her breasts were, against all laws of reality, growing before her eyes.
Lizzie placed a tentative hand on each breast and cupped it. Both were noticeably larger than the C-cups they had been earlier. Already they were more than a handful each. And the growth wasn’t stopping. In addition to this, Lizzie also noticed two other things: 1. that her boobs felt strangely rubbery and 2. That the hissing sound continued all this time. She began to wonder is the sound was not coming from the raft, but from her. As in, her breasts were growing like to balloons attached to helium tanks, and making the appropriate sounds. Am I...inflating? She thought in wonder.
This thought was suddenly interrupted by another: she was in the middle of a lake, and there was nobody to help her with her predicament, whatever it was. Also, she didn’t want any neighbors to find her in this state. She picked up the paddle and began to row towards the shore, with some urgency, as the growth had not slowed down. Unfortunately, she discovered something else about this strange situation: her breasts were so large that it was becoming hard to paddle. They were already at least the size of grapefruits, and she had to change her paddling style to compensate.
Her bikini top, not designed to stretch to any degree, was fighting a losing battle with Lizzie’s expanding bust. Her breastflesh bulged around the sides of the fabric and the interconnecting strings. Small rips started to appear in the straps, and were helped along by Lizzie’s paddling motions. As they expanded past cantaloupe size, suddenly one strap gave up. The garment fell to the side, and Lizzie looked down as her growing boobs became naked and visible to the world. Fortunately for her, there was nobody around. But that also meant nobody could help her.
Lizzie’s paddling began to become more frantic. She was only 50 yards from shore, but her progress was being slowed by her boobs, in that she had to reach around them to paddle. Because of this, she only got the tip of the paddle in. As she rowed it closer to shore, Lizzie suddenly became aware of a peculiar sensation, one of…lightness. She had noticed that her massive bust wasn’t weighing her down at all, but now she realized that it was doing just the opposite. It seemed to make her feel lighter, almost as if it were filled with helium. “Oh God!” Lizzie screamed, as she realized that that was exactly what was happening.
All this time, her boobs were growing steadily larger. They pushed outwards without any regard for the laws of physics and reality. Fortunately, Lizzie felt no pain. Her skin seemed to have infinite stretchiness, and the air that filled her didn’t hurt her. In fact, if she had stopped to simply feel its effects, the sensation would have been pleasurable…like champagne bubbling inside her chest. But she was too scared and confused to enjoy it. Against her will, her breasts expanded, without explanation. They had soon surpassed the size of regulation volleyballs, sticking prominently out from her chest like they were balloons attached to some hidden brace. That was an accurate description, as they were basically just balloons, being filled with air from an unknown source. The effect was that they created cleavage without any top, and they were almost perfect spheres.
Meanwhile, her strokes became more and more irregular. She had to reach under her massive bosom in order to paddle, and it was by no means easy. She was barely moving at all now, but the intensity of her paddling proceeded to splash water everywhere. There was now only about 25 yards separating her and the shore. About the length of a swimming pool. Lizzie was desperate to get to the shore before she grew unable to move at all. Also, at the back of her mind, was a question which she was afraid to ask: What if I float away?
Sick with panic, Lizzie abandoned her futile efforts to paddle to shore. She wasn’t moving fast enough. So, instead, she jumped into the water to swim to shore, which she instantly realized was a bad idea. Being as they were filled with air, and helium at that, her boobs floated on top of the water like twin beachballs, which they were approximating in size. And because they were attached to Lizzie’s chest, they severely limited her vision and maneuverability in the water. She tried to get on top of them, but their buoyancy made her simply flip around in the water. She reemerged sputtering and decided that she would just have to swim differently. Doing an awkward front crawl movement, Lizzie slowly made her way to the shore.
As if whatever was causing this phenomenon had sensed her proximity to shore, and didn’t like it, the wind suddenly started to pick up. No mere ocean breeze anymore, this wind hit Lizzie with a powerful force, pushing her towards the center of the lake. She felt as her movement towards the shore slowed, then stopped. Even as she continued paddling, the wind was pushing her enough to make her movements futile. It didn’t help that her inflated boobs (now larger than yoga balls) were acting like sails. Lizzie panicked even more, and paddled with renewed vigor. She couldn’t see where the shore was over her massive mammaries, but she knew that she was close. Her feet reached downwards into the water, searching for sand to stand on.
Finally, with only 10 yards to go, Lizzie found solid ground with a tiptoe. However, as soon as she found it, she lost it again. It was then that Lizzie realized just how light her breasts were becoming. Her feet had lost contact with the ground because she was becoming lighter. She had to continue swim so that she could find shallower water, as she was higher in the water than usual. But even as she thrashed desperately, Lizzie felt the waterline moving slowly down her back as she became higher and higher in the water. She was fighting a losing battle with her boobs, which had now expanded nearly to the size of beanbag chairs.
Lizzie’s efforts got her into some very shallow water, and she almost made it, despite the wind and her inflating breasts. She reached waist-deep water and her feet found strong purchases on the ground. Pushing her legs and using her arms, she waded through the water as fast as she could; reaching the knee-deep water, until a particularly strong burst of wind suddenly surged into her. This time, it forcibly pushed her several yards into the pond, and now there was no going back. Because Lizzie was still knee-deep in water, even though it was waist-high.
“NOOO!!” Lizzie shouted aloud as her legs were ever so slowly lifted out of the water, and the shoreline receded before her eyes. She thrashed her legs and screamed and tried to swim through the air back to land, to safety, but to no avail. She was helpless as the wind plucked her from the pond like a beautiful water lily albeit one that had weather-balloon sized breasts. For a brief moment, actually, the soles of Lizzie’s feet were the only parts of her body touching the water, and for a few second she was literally walking on water. Then the moment was gone, and Elizabeth Stanton ascended into the sky.
Carrey runs into trouble during her morning jog.
Huf. Huf. Huf. Huf. Carrey breathed in time as she jogged through the scenic park. It was early in the morning; the sun was only just rising. Carrey liked to jog at this time because there was nobody around to bother her. Also, the air was cooler around this time of day, and she got to see the sunrise. Another big consideration that she had was that there weren’t any men to stare at her as she went by. Carrey was a beautiful woman of about 25, but she was a shy beauty. She liked to hide her radiance with a lack of makeup and conservative clothing, in order to appear more professional. The last thing she wanted was to portray an image that she was making her way based on looks alone.
Carrey believed that it was this mentality that had gotten her so far in the business world. She was now a manager in an auditing firm, and was making an excellent salary for someone just getting out of college. Already her tuition debts were well on their way to being paid. However, in having this lifestyle she sacrificed the other aspect of a young woman’s life: the dating scene. Carrey had little time for dating or men when she was so busy with trying to make a good impression at her company by working overtime and never taking vacations. She wasn’t lonely yet, but later in life she would be.
One of the benefits of her lucrative job was that she could buy things. One of those things which she was able to buy was the iPod which was around her neck. It bounced around her chest in time with Carrey’s pace, occasionally knocking into one of her perky B-cup breasts. The iPod is of particular significance because it prevented Carrey from hearing a certain hissing sound which began about halfway through the second paragraph of this story. Had she heard the hissing, Carrey might have ascertained what was going on in enough time to run for help. However, because of the music playing in her ears (Kelly Clarkson), she remained blissfully unaware of the fact that, at the moment, her breasts were growing.
Carrey’s breasts were now growing steadily, and had been for almost two minutes. They had already surpassed their earlier described B-cup size, and were now well on their way to becoming D-cups. Carrey did not notice this expansion for two reasons. The first is that she was wearing a stretchy spandex sport bra, which was designed to be “one size fits all”. The second reason is that her breasts weren’t weighing her down as they might have been at that size. They were being filled with magical air, helium to be precise, and their lightness meant that she couldn’t feel the extra mass. So Carrey jogged on, her breasts expanding larger, filling her lower field of vision. However, because she was concentrating on the path ahead of her, she still didn’t notice.
By this time, the helium in her breasts (which were now the size of cantaloupes) was beginning to affect her jogging, but it was imperceptible. Now, normally this much helium wouldn’t do anything to lift a person, but this was magical helium. It still wasn’t doing much, but if Carrey had been paying attention, she would have noticed that it was getting easier to jog as her weight was being reduced. She jogged on, oblivious.
Suddenly, though, the song she had been listening to ended, and the iPod did something useful. Using its wonderful shuffle capability, it switched to a song that Carrey didn’t care for. It wasn’t that she put music that she didn’t like on her iPod; she just had some songs that she liked better than others. So she flicked her gaze downward, intending to grab the iPod and change the song. But in looking downward, she saw the several inches of bosom that were not supposed to be there. With a gasp of surprise and confusion, Carrey tripped and fell. However, her balloon-like breasts were helpful in this situation because not only did they break her fall, they bounced her back up again in a comical way. Not expecting the trip or the bounce, Carrey fell backwards with a huf and landed on her shapely butt.
“What the hell…” said Carrey, now sitting on the stone path, befuddled. Her boobs were enormous! She tentatively placed a hand on each breast and felt them. They felt strange…rubbery somehow. It was as if somebody had replaced her boobs with balloons without her knowing. They were now the size of honeydew melons, and, though she wasn’t aware yet, still growing. Carrey pushed into her breasts, feeling less resistance than usual. They had about the same consistency of balloons. When she took her hands off, they instantly sprang back to their former shape. It was then that she noticed that her iPod was still playing. She took the earbuds out and could now hear the hissing. At first she thought it was a snake or something, and looked around her for any sign of one, but didn’t see any. Then she put two and two together, and looked back at her breasts. She turned her head and warily bent her neck to her chest. The hissing got louder. It was coming from her! “I’m…growing?” asked Carrey rhetorically.
At this point her sport bra had reached its limit for stretchiness and was beginning to dig into her skin. Carrey was snapped back to reality by the pain, and became suddenly aware that she needed to get some help. Her breasts were growing larger, and showed no signs of stopping. This wasn’t normal. I need to see a doctor, she thought. She got up, and suddenly became aware of the contents of her breasts as she practically floated into a standing position. Barely any effort was required. Carrey paused again and inspected this new development. Her breasts weren’t heavy at all, she realized. In fact, they seemed to be filled with air. Carrey experimentally stood up on her tiptoes and experienced a feeling of near weightlessness as she remained on her tiptoes without even trying. She had never been able to do that. My boobs are growing, and now they’re lighter than air? The world’s gone mad!
Carrey snapped out of it when another jolt of pain from her pinching bra hit her. I have to see a doctor NOW, she thought frantically. She was getting lighter…what if she floated away? She began to run for the nearest building, if just to be indoors if she flew away. But alas, it was too late, as Carrey began to discover as she ran. Her breasts were now the size of basketballs, and were seriously affecting her pace. Each stride she took became longer and longer, until she found herself in the air for two full seconds before coming down. Carrey was getting dangerously close to floating away, and she knew it. She began to look around for a tether of any kind, if just to hold herself steady while she waited for help. She spotted a bench nearby and started walking towards it, not wanting to let her feet leave to ground. Taking long, purposeful strides, Carrey made her way towards the bench which was only twenty feet away. Her breasts were now the size of beachballs, and her bra was emitting ripping sounds as her expansion overtook their capacity.
Halfway through her journey, Carrey’s feet started to lose contact with the ground. She was pulled up onto her tiptoes by her weightlessness. She got the feeling that she was going to float away at any moment. At the same time, her bra suddenly gave out, and her breasts exploded out of their confinement, now naked for the world to see. Carrey would have been embarrassed if she wasn’t so fixated on reaching the bench. She was traveling on her tiptoes, holding her arms out for balance. Her headway was very slow, and she was getting lighter all the while. With only five feet to go, Carrey’s left foot lost contact with the ground. She was now only connected to the earth by her right toe. She wasn’t going to make it. She began to panic. “Oohhh goodd somebody help me! HELP ME!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. At that moment, her right foot lifted off as well, and Carrey was officially floating. “HEEELLPP!!” she cried frantically. She was floating away, and there wasn’t anything she could do to stop it.
Since her source of weightlessness was in her breasts, they Carrey was pulled into a position where she couldn’t face downward. As she was pulled into that position, her iPod fell from her neck, clattering to the sidewalk below. Carrey was now 20 feet above the ground, with breasts the size of yoga balls. She was rapidly ascending, screaming for help all the way. Actually, several people had heard her by now and were running towards the source of the screams. But by the time they got there, they only found a tattered bra and a broken iPod.
Epilogue:
Carrey had stopped screaming now and had accepted her fate. So this is how I’m going to die, she thought bitterly. And I can’t even enjoy the view. All her attention was directed upwards since that was the only place she could look. She was getting cold. Suddenly she noticed a shape inside the cloud she was heading towards. It was the same color, but it was moving differently. It was a blimp! And she was directly underneath it. She floated closer to the floating airship, and began to see how large it was. It was massive. Bigger than the Hindenburg. It also didn’t seem to have any propellers, yet it moved against the wind. As Carrey floated closer to it, suddenly a hatch opened up at the bottom. She was headed directly for it. It was almost as if the blimp was anticipating her arrival. Unable to control her ascent, Carrey could only watch in awe as she floated up into the airship, and hear the hatch close behind her.
Annie awoke to the sound of her alarm clock, and stirred from her sleep. It was barely morning; the sun wasn’t even up yet. “What a weird dream,” she said to herself. The alarm sounded so far away, and almost as if it was beneath her. She groggily reached out to shut it off, but was surprised to find that her hand hit only air. Her eyes fluttered open, and she screamed at the sight in front of her. Firstly, her boobs were enormous. Second, they were touching the ceiling, which meant she was floating. It wasn’t a dream, she thought to herself with a gasp. What am I going to do now?
Suddenly, through the sound of the alarm clock, Annie heard her front door open and close. She listened intently as she heard the sound of footsteps going through her kitchen, then through the hall. Whoever it was was heading for the bedroom. The carpet muffled the sound of the person’s footsteps, and she couldn’t see down because of her monstrous breasts, but Annie knew he or she was now in the room. Whoever it was didn’t seem at all surprised at the fact that she was floating in the air. “Who’s there?” she asked. “Hello? I know you’re in here. Please help me,” she said nervously. The person said nothing. However, she suddenly heard her alarm clock shut off. Now Annie was scared.
“Whoever you are, please help me down. I don’t know how this happened, but I can’t get down. Help me,” she pleaded. Suddenly, she felt as a rope was tied around her ankle by the person, and tightened. “What are you doing to me? Get that rope off of me!” she protested. However, she only felt a tug as she was pulled down from the ceiling. She peered over the curve of her immense bosom, trying to see the person’s face. But he or she was doing something underneath her. She was kicking her feet around in the air, and felt as one of them connected with something solid. It was a chair. The person was tying her to the chair.
After she was tied, she suddenly saw as a man’s face appeared over the horizon of her boobs. He was a middle aged man, and his face was pale and skinny. He had an aristocratic look about him, and garnished the image with a top hat and a monocle. His moustache was neat and trimmed. His expression was like that of a hungry wolf. He had deep green eyes that seemed to bore into her soul as he stared at her for a full minute. Suddenly he spoke.
“Please allow me to introduce myself,” he said in a deep and ominous voice, “I’m a man of wealth and taste.”
Annie was fearful of this man. “Who are you?” she asked nervously.
“My name is John. However, you may call me the Collector, if you like.”
“Did you do this to me?” she asked, a tone of anger creeping into her voice.
“I’m afraid I did, my dear,” he responded, a smile twisting the corners of his mouth. “Why?” she asked indignantly.
“Why would you do this? And How?”
His expression remained jovial and proud. “The story is too long for me to explain here, my darling, for we haven’t much time. However, it is essentially because I am a collector, as my name describes.” He then ducked down below her boobs. It appeared that he was going to untie her.
“Wait,” cried Annie frantically. “What does that have to do with me?”
His head appeared again over her breasts. “Well, to put it simply, you’re the beginning of a new collection.”
“But why?” she asked, shocked and frightened. He responded with a sickening grin. “Because I can,” he said, and proceeded to untie her.
After that, he didn’t talk to her or respond to her cries. The Collector pulled her floating body through the house, until he reached the back door, which he slid open. Annie gasped as she was pulled outside and saw a massive blimp above her house. It was the biggest blimp she had ever seen, though she could tell it was very high up. The Collector had stopped, and now she hung suspended, attached to him by the rope around her ankle. Suddenly Annie heard a hissing sound.
She instantly realized what was happening. “No! I’m big enough already! Don’t make me any bigger!” she shouted to the Collector.
She heard him chuckle below her. “But, my dear Annie, how will we reach the blimp unless your breasts grow large enough to carry us both?” he asked evilly.
“Nooo!” Annie shouted. “Somebody please help me! HEEELLLPP!” Her neighbors were waking to her cries, but it was too late. Already her boobs were the size of beanbag chairs, and suddenly both Annie and the Collector were lifting off the ground, rising quickly. Her pleas were useless as they rose to meet the enormous blimp.
“Hush, my dear,” the Collector said below her. “We’ll be there shortly.” As they approached the blimp, suddenly a hatch opened in the bottom, perfectly positioned for where they were ascending. Annie was helpless but to watch as she ascended into the enormous blimp, leaving her world behind her.
Unexplained Expansion 5: Catcher in the Sky
Gosh, those clouds are pretty, thought Jean. And indeed they were. The clouds were putting on a spectacular display today, the way they billowed and swirled. She had already seen a dog, a pirate ship, and a whale this afternoon in the bright Kansas sun. Her place in the middle of the corn field offered her peace and quiet for the day. All her chores were done, and she had a book right next to her for when she got bored of looking at clouds. But for the moment she was fine with just lying there. Right now she had no troubles, no worries, and no anxieties. Those would come later. It was just her and the clouds.
Normally on a day like today Jean would have snuck over to her boyfriend Brian’s house and smooched on his back porch for a while. But Brian was in Topeka today delivering a load of grain. So, for a beautiful 22-year-old out in the middle of Kansas, there was nothing to do today.
Suddenly Jean saw something strange in the clouds. One of the clouds which she was looking at had started to break off from itself in an unnatural way. It was moving against the wind. A large bubble of cloud was now separating from the main mass and moving towards Jean. It was a strange cloud, to be certain. In fact, Jean realized suddenly, it wasn’t a cloud at all! I was a blimp. “Wow,” she said to nobody in particular. She rarely saw blimps out here, but when she did they were much smaller. This was the biggest blimp that Jean had ever seen.
As the blimp moved overhead, a soft hissing suddenly became audible to Jean. Like the difference between the clouds and the blimp, the sound was different than the rustling of the corn stalks in the wind. It sounded like a snake. Jean stood up, looking around the small clearing in the corn for snakes. There were seldom snakes in the corn, but it didn’t hurt to be careful. However, no snakes, or critters of any kind, were visible. Jean relaxed. But the hissing persisted.
Curious, she tried moving around the clearing, looking for the source of the sound, but the volume and pitch remained the same no matter where she went. It sounded kind of like a leaky balloon. That thought reminded Jean of the blimp, which was still floating overhead. Maybe the sound was coming from the blimp. It might have a leak in it. Now, this wasn’t true, obviously. But Jean was a Midwestern farm girl, born and raised. She had only made it past the ninth grade, which was the minimum requirement. In other words, by our standards, she wasn’t too bright. But she more than made up for it with her beautiful face, her long blonde gorgeous hair, and her slim yet curvaceous body. So she accepted that it was probably the blimp that was making the hissing sound, even though it was much too far away for her to possibly hear.
Jean lay back down and watched the blimp now. Since it was leaking, she figured it might crash somewhere, maybe even on her farm. While it would probably be a tragic accident if it happened, she was only concerned with the spectacle that it would be. She watched as the blimp moved overhead, looking like a cloud, but not quite. Then suddenly, it seemed to stop. She watched it for two minutes, but it seemed to have come to a halt in midair. It was no longer moving and had stopped directly above her. She continued to watch for further developments.
Speaking of “developments”, at the same time, something else was happening that Jean wasn’t aware of. The hissing sound was actually caused by her breasts being magically inflated with helium. And all this time they had been slowly been expanding inside her denim overalls. Jean, whose attention was on the blimp, didn’t even notice as they increased in size from her bouncy C-cups to Grapefruit-size Double D’s. Since they were being filled with helium, there was no extra weight, and in fact they were gradually decreasing her weight, but not enough for her to notice yet. And the expansion wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.
Suddenly, Jean felt a painful pinch on her shoulders. She looked down, and gasped as she saw that her boobs were bulging out of her overalls! “Oh my gosh!” she remarked as she sat up and looked at her breasts. They were definitely too large for the garment, even though it had fit perfectly earlier, even had been a little loose. She placed a hand on each breast and felt it through the fabric. They felt odd…rubbery, and squishier than normal. In addition to be hugely swollen, they were also light. It was like they were party balloons.
“What is going on here?” Jean asked aloud. There was no explanation for it. Her boobs had just grown, without her even noticing. She suddenly winced as the tight overalls pinched her again. It was strange, but they seemed to be getting even tighter. Jean looked intensely at her massive breasts for nearly a minute, and noticed something about them. They seemed to be…moving. More than just her regular breathing, they were moving outwards. At the same time, her overalls felt like they were getting tighter. Suddenly Jean realized what was happening. She was growing! Her breasts were rising like bread dough right before her eyes!
“B-b-but that’s… impossible!” she exclaimed. However, possible or not, her boobs were steadily growing larger, like balloons attached to a helium tank, which is essentially what they were. Jean stood up and tried to comprehend the situation at hand. Her breasts were growing without warning or reason, and she was in the middle of a corn field. Her brain suddenly threw in another factor. The blimp. She didn’t know how, but she got the feeling that that blimp was involved with this. Jean looked upwards towards the cloudlike gasbag so high in the sky. It looked ominous now, floating directly above her head. She knew it was the cause of all this.
As her overalls pinched her again, Jean realized that she had to get away. Her breasts were growing larger, and if she didn’t escape the blimp, who knows what might happen? She began to run towards the house, away from this strange menace. The stalks of corn whipped against her as she passed through rows upon rows of it. Her breasts, while they normally would have been bouncing all over the place at this size, were not a burden since they were filled with helium. However, as they continued to expand, the straps of the overalls were getting tighter. Jean flicked her eyes downwards for a second and marveled at how big she was getting. Her breasts must have been at least the size of honeydew melons, and the cleavage that they were creating was awe-inspiring. So squished were they by the tight overalls that they bulged out of the sides as well. The straps created deep grooves in her breasts, and the pain was getting unbearable.
Jean tried to concentrate on running faster towards her house. She cursed herself for traveling so far out into the field, all for a little peace and quiet. Shielding her face from the corn stalks, she ran as fast as she could to find some help. However, the tightness caused by her expanding bosom could not be ignored for long. She tried to alleviate some of the pain by grabbing the straps and pulling on them, but that didn’t lend itself well to her running, as the corn stalks began hitting her in the face. She let go of the straps and concentrated on running again, attempting to ignore the pain. Her breasts were now at least as large as volleyballs, but considerably squished because of her tight garment. Meanwhile, the hissing proclaimed her continued expansion. Jean looked upwards at the blimp, still directly above her. It seemed to be moving with her pace.
Jean suddenly stopped. “Stop it!” she yelled to the blimp, not caring if it could hear her. “I’m big enough! Leave me alone!” She eyed the blimp for a second, not knowing what to expect for a response. Suddenly, she heard the hissing sound get louder. Jean got a strange feeling in her breasts, as if the magical air hose that had been filling her had suddenly been turned on full. Jean looked down for a moment and saw that her breasts were growing even faster now! They were now as large as basketballs, and were rapidly expanding even bigger. Apparently this was the mysterious blimp’s response to her pleas. “Unngh!” she groaned. “My god!” Jean felt like she was going to explode. Her cleavage was pushed upwards, almost to her neck, by the tight garment. She started to fumble for the buttons, trying to stop the horrible pressure, but the straps had been pulled so tight that she couldn’t unbutton them. “No!” she said, frantically pulling on them.
Unable to unbutton the straps, Jean started to run for the house again, not only to escape, but also so she could cut the straps and stop the pain. Since the overalls were denim, they weren’t going to snap anytime soon. Blind with pain though she was, Jean still began to realize exactly how her pace was being affected by her breasts, which were now the size of beachballs; though it would be impossible to tell because of the way they were squished. Not only was their massive size causing the fabric of her overalls to be pulled up, giving her a massive wedgie, but also, as they were filled with magical helium, they were starting to make her light enough to seriously affect her running. With each step, her stride got longer, and her breasts grew bigger. She began to feel like she was moonwalking through the corn, the way she was running now. Between her decreasing weight and the extraordinary pain, Jean was starting to wonder if she would make it.
Just as it was starting to feel hopeless, Jean saw that the corn was thinning out. She could see a clearing ahead, which meant she had reached the back lawn! Encouraged by the proximity, she ran faster, but soon found that to be a mistake. Jean accidentally took a very long stride, which because of her near complete weightlessness turned into a leap. She found herself suddenly soaring ten feet into the air, above the corn. As she slowly descended, Jean worried about floating away. Her descent seemed to take ages before she reached the tips of the corn again. Panicking, Jean grasped the stalks of corn and pulled herself down to the ground, back to safety for now. But the victory was short lived. She released the stalk to take a step, and suddenly her foot lost contact with the ground. Jean had passed the point where she weighed more than her breasts lifted her.
With a gasp, she grabbed several stalks of corn and pulled herself down to the ground again. She moaned aloud, because of the immense pain, and the fact that she was so close. The end of the corn field was only ten feet away. She was almost free. Holding the ears of corn as tethers to the ground, Jean took small, careful steps towards the lawn. She felt like she was doing monkey bars with gravity going upside down. Her progress was hampered by another factor: her boobs were completely blocking her vision. They were the size of yoga balls now, and the flesh was bubbling up into her face. She could actually feel her chin brushing her cleavage. She had to go it blind, feeling for each stalk and grabbing it before pulling herself forward. Her progress was slow, but eventually she made it to the edge of the cornfield. However, her heart sank as she realized that it wasn’t over. Her backyard was almost 50 yards long, and there was nothing to hold onto to get to the house. Jean looked around for something to hold, somewhere else she could go. Her eyes stopped at the barn. It was only 100 feet away, and the corn went right up to it. If she could just get over there…
Unfortunately, her scheme was suddenly interrupted. One of the buttons on her overalls had suddenly given up its losing battle with her gargantuan breasts. This allowed her boobs to explode outwards, breaking the other button and freeing themselves from their tight confinements. “Unngh!” she grunted as they burst outwards. The relief was immense as they sprang into almost perfect spheres, as big as beanbag chairs, and her overall straps fell to her waist. In fact, the relief was so great that Jean made the mistake of grabbing her boobs to massage them. She soon regretted the mistake as she rapidly started floating upwards. “No!” she shouted, grasping for the stalks of corn. Only one hand connected, and she grabbed it. The single stalk was now her only tether to the earth.
She held herself in an awkward position. Since her breasts were now her center of weightlessness, she was being lifted up by her chest, with her legs dangling below her, holding on to a single stalk of corn. Breathing heavily, Jean took firm grasp of the stalk and started pulling herself downwards. She then reached behind her back and grabbed it with the other hand. She moved herself downwards this way, awkwardly pulling herself backwards, with her breasts thrust up into the sky. It looked like she might make it back to the ground for a minute, though her progress was slow. However, all this time her breasts continued to inflate. They were too big to describe; their combined size was bigger than the rest of Jean’s body. Also, they were filled with magical helium, meaning that they were quite capable of lifting someone three times her size. So, between Jean’s muscles and her breasts, eventually her boobs would win. However, it never came to that, because it was the corn stalk that gave up first. It was suddenly ripped from the ground by its roots, and with it Jean’s last shred of hope. “NOOOOOO!!!!!” Jean cried as she began her rapid ascent. Because of the way her breasts lifted her, she had to turn her head sideways to see the ground as it quickly faded away. Tears stung her eyes as she saw her house get smaller and smaller below her, until it became merely a speck.
Her climb into the atmosphere continued, and Jean directed her attention at the cause of all this: the blimp. It ominously grew larger and larger, filling her field of vision. She couldn’t help but gasp as she saw how big it was. Seeing it from the ground didn’t do it justice. This was easily the biggest blimp in the world. It was the size of a mountain. As she floated directly underneath it, Jean suddenly saw a hatch open up in the bottom. She was unable to control the direction of her ascent, and so she couldn’t help but float directly into the hatch. Her fears were confirmed that the blimp had caused her expansion. How else could it know exactly where she would be? She floated up into the hatch, into the darkness.
Epilogue
Jean felt herself softly collide with a ceiling of sorts. From its smooth cold surface she could tell it was metal. The cold caused her nipples, which had inflated a bit as well, to become erect. Suddenly, she heard a grinding sound as the hatch below her started to close. It gradually became darker in the chamber, until finally the doors closed and Jean was plunged into total blackness. She was left alone in the dark chamber for a full minute until she heard the grinding noise again, except this time it was the ceiling above her. It was another hatch. It began to open outwards, flooding the small chamber with light. Once it got open enough, Jean found herself floating upwards again, into another small room, one that was lit. As she bumped the ceiling the hatch closed behind her.
Jean looked around the room. It looked like one from a psychiatric ward at a hospital. The walls were all white and padded. Craning her neck sideways, she saw that the floor looked to be expensive carpeting. Suddenly she heard a door open and close. Someone had entered the room, though from where Jean couldn’t tell. Using her arms as rudders, she maneuvered around in the air, trying to see the person. However, there didn’t seem to be anyone. All of a sudden, though, she felt someone grab her leg. Instinctively, she kicked, and felt it connect with something soft and squishy. “Hold still,” said a woman’s voice. Then she felt a needle enter her leg, and something being injected into her. “What are you doing?!” shouted Jean. “What did you just…do…” Jean suddenly started feeling sluggish, until a few seconds later she blacked out.
She woke up to the sound of voices. Struggling to wake up, Jean heard women’s voices talking casually.
“Jeez, look at her!” said one. “I bet she’s bigger than Carrey!”
“Naah,” replied another. “Maybe she would have been a day ago, but since she pissed him off last night Carrey’s grown pretty huge,” replied another woman. “Did you see her at breakfast today? She couldn’t even see the table!”
“Where is she, anyways?” asked a third woman.
“I bet she’s in her room sulking again. That or the pool,” replied the first woman. Jean groaned, trying to open her eyes.
“Ooh, she’s waking up,” said the second voice. As her eyes fluttered open, Jean looked up to see three women looking at her. All three were young, slim, attractive women. They also all had enormous breasts; so big that they had to turn sideways in order to look down at her. They all were wearing latex catsuits of varying colors. One had a red one, another had a blue one, and another had a yellow one.
Jean looked around, but noticed that the bottom half of her vision was obscured by two massive green lumps. “What the hell...” said Jean, and then she gasped as she realized what they were. They were her boobs! She was wearing a catsuit just like the others, and hers was green. She suddenly remembered what had happened;, how she had gotten here. “Oh my god!” she shouted, and tried to get up. However, she found this impossible because of a strap attaching her to the ground by her waist. Jean began to panic. “Who are you people?! Get this off me! Let me go!” she started shouting, reaching down and grabbing the strap, trying to rip it off.
“Calm down,” one of them, the one in the blue, said. “It unbuckles in the middle.” Jean found the buckle and unbuckled the strap. Instantly she found herself float into a standing position, pulled upwards by her massive helium-filled breasts. She thought she would start levitating upwards again, but she was stopped because of her feet, which apparently were rooted to the ground.
She tried to look downwards, but she couldn’t, again because of her enormous breasts. “What is going on?!” she demanded, looking at the faces of each of the women. “Put me back to normal!”
“Take it easy,” said the one in the red suit. “We didn’t do this to you.”
“Yeah,” said the one in yellow, “It was him.”
Jean was extremely confused. “Him who? And if you didn’t do this to me, then who are you people?” she asked.
“Well, he is the Collector,” explained the one in the blue suit. “He inflated us just like you, and now you’re a prisoner just like us. Welcome to the Collection ,” she said, gesturing at the others. “I’m Annie,” she said. “This is Maggie,” said Annie as she pointed to the woman wearing yellow, “And this is Lizzie,” as she motioned towards the woman in red. “And who are you?” she asked politely.
“I’m Jean,” she replied, “But…all this…” she said, gesturing at all of their breasts, “Why? Why did he do this?”
Suddenly a deep voice boomed from behind Jean. “Because I can,” said the Collector. Jean tried to turn around, finding it hard because her boots were attracted to the ground somehow. She managed to lift them up, though, and place them so the she could see the gentleman. He was a tall, middle aged man with dark hair and an even darker smile. His expression was one of satisfaction. He was carrying an object that looked like a remote control. “Ah, I see you’re discovering your boots,” he said. “Those are the only things tethering you to the floor, and are held by an electromagnetic attraction. I can release that at any time,” and as he said that he pressed a button on the remote. Suddenly Jean found herself floating upwards. She did so until she hit the ceiling, which was about four feet upwards.
“What are you doing?” she cried, frightened. “Let me down!” She floated, helpless, for several seconds as he laughed softly beneath her. Then suddenly she felt her feet being pulled by an invisible force back to the floor. She was slowly pulled downwards until the Collector’s face appeared over the horizon of her massive boobs.
“I just wanted to demonstrate the power that I have over you,” he said menacingly, flourishing the remote.
“You monster!” Jean shouted, tears stinging her eyes. “What gives you the right to do this to me?! Put me back to normal RIGHT NOW!!” she with rage in her heart.
The Collector only laughed softly. “Now, now…you shouldn’t speak like that to your host.” Then he pressed a button on the remote. However, this time, Jean didn’t start floating upwards. She suddenly heard a hissing sound emanate through the room. At first Jean didn’t know what was happening. Then she noticed the Collector looking at her breasts. She looked down and gasped as she realized what was happening. He was blowing her breasts up bigger! “No!” she said, trying to wrap her arms around her boobs, but not able to reach. “Stop it! I’m big enough!” she cried. Creaking sounds emitted from her suit as the latex was pushed outwards. It easily grew with her breasts. Obviously, he had designed the suits to deal with this circumstance. Her boobs, which were already bigger than beanbag chairs, were inflating to monstrous proportions. “No…stop…please…” she whimpered. “I’ll be good, I swear.” Her tone had changed from one of righteous indignance to one of submission.
“Excellent,” said the Collector. He pushed a button on the remote, and the hissing stopped. “Now that we’re sure who’s in charge, we can begin your orientation. Come with me please,” he said. Jean looked around at the inflated women. They nodded, and she started following the Collector. They walked through the doors which exited the lobby. She noticed that the doors were quite a bit larger than normal double doors. Even in her inflated state, she had ample space to pass through. She shuddered to think of growing too big fit. They emerged in a large, luxurious hallway.
“Welcome to my floating palace,” said the Collector. “You are welcome to wander as you like, into any room except my personal quarters and the kitchen. This is your room,” he said, showing her the door, which was as wide as a garage door. You will have special sleeping arrangements, of course, because of your resistance to gravity. My assistant, Lola, will be your caretaker. She’ll be tucking you in, every night. If you should have any feminine problems, feel free to ask her, as she’s a trained nurse.”
He continued down the hallway. Jean followed, hating this place more with every step. “This palace has video cameras all over it,” he said. “Even in your rooms,” he added. Jean let out a small gasp. “Surprised?” The Collector chuckled. “I wouldn’t want you planning revolts now would I? And besides, it’s not as if I haven’t already seen you naked,” This part made Jean shudder involuntarily. “Any problems?” he asked menacingly. She didn’t say anything, fearful of invoking his itchy pointer finger. “Good,” he said curtly, “You’ve learned your place. Now, let us continue the tour,” he said as he pushed open the door at the end of the hall. “This is the gym,” said the Collector. “All of the equipment is specially modified to accommodate your size.” He then closed the door and opened another, entering another hallway. He stopped at one door. “This is the dining room. You should find your food satisfactory, as Lola is also quite a skilled chef,” he said. Continuing on, he showed her the pool, the Jacuzzi and sauna, the garden, and the library. All of the rooms were designed to accommodate someone with breasts twice the size of Jean’s. This massive place was like Jules Verne’s Nautilus, only much bigger and in the sky rather than underwater. At the very least, she would be comfortable.
The Collector finished the tour where they had begun, in the lounge, which was now empty. Apparently the other women had moved elsewhere. “And here is the lounge. If you should need anything at all, don’t hesitate to use this call button,” he said, indicating a small silver button on the wall. “You have one in your room as well. You will be treated with the utmost care while you are in my Palace. However, you know what will happen if you step out of line,” he said, flourishing the remote. “Now, I must get to the cockpit. We are setting sail.” With that, the Collector walked casually from the room, leaving Jean alone to think. This was truly an amazing place. But all the extravagance in the world couldn’t conceal the fact that this was a prison. She wanted to go home, badly. Her mind turned to thoughts of escape. She looked around the lounge. It was a very comfortable looking place. There were chairs scattered around in various positions. It looked as if they were movable. Jean went over to one and touched it. It moved with the slightest touch, almost as if it were floating. How was she supposed to sit in it, she wondered? Her gravity-defying breasts made it impossible for her to bend down. She positioned herself over the chair and tried to sit, only to find herself pulled downwards by the same kind of force that kept her feet on the ground. Apparently there was a magnetic foil in her butt.
Once in the chair she found it to be quite comfortable. She looked around the room again, and saw that in the corner there was a small black ball on the ceiling. That must be the camera, she thought. The Collector was probably watching her now, since she was a new arrival. She grimaced. That man was terrible. All he wanted was to control her and all these other women. She had to find a way to escape. She leaned over towards the porthole window on the wall, finding that her chair easily moved with her as she leaned, until she was looking out of the window. Jean gasped as she saw what was outside the window. The view was spectacular. Jean had never been on an airplane before, so she had never seen the clouds from above. It was like a kingdom of whipped cream. It was beautiful, but Jean’s heart sank as she began to realize how hard it was going to be to escape this place…