Control 1

Michael’s first experience with inflation and balloon fetish was with his first girlfriend. They were both 16 years old, and Suzie was Michael’s first love. 

After spending a hot summer day at a traveling carnival, Michael and Suzie walked home and found her house empty. A note on the kitchen countertop explained that the rest of her family had left for the swimming pool at the local recreation center earlier than planned, and would be back at 6pm. With a smile, Suzie pulled her boyfriend slowing to her room and the two descended onto her bed for another vigorous make-out session. 

Afterwards, clad only in a pair of pink silk panties, Suzie lay looking at Michael. He was gazing into her eyes with a playful look, and still had one cupped hand on her bare left breast. “Do you like my boobs?” she asked, taking his hand and pressing it harder onto her barely-an-A-cup tit. 

“Oh yeah,” he muttered back with a sly smile, leaning forward and gently kissing a puckered nipple. 

She savored the feeling of his lips on her exposed breast-flesh. “Now, I know that I am probably not done ‘growing’ them, if you know what I mean.” Suzie ran her fingers through his hair as Michael moved his head to sample her other nipple. “But I hope they get a lot bigger.” 

“How much bigger?”

Suzie thought for a moment, and a grin spread across her face. “Let me show you.” She got up from her bed and slipped back into the T-shirt she had been wearing earlier. Michael watched as she dashed out of the room and into her little brother’s room next door. He could hear her rustling about, and with a definitive “Yes!” she came back into her room with two objects in tow. Two high-floating red helium-filled balloons, both tied with long white ribbons, trailed behind her and she entered and stopped next to her bed. Michael looked up at her, confused. 

“How about this size?” Suzie smiled. She held the balloons by their tied mouths up to her chest.  

“Ohhhh, yeeaahh!” Michael purred, reaching for the balloons. 

Suzie lightly slapped his hand away playfully. “Here”, she said holding the balloons behind her back. “Maybe they will look even better inside my shirt.” 

Michael watched as she slowly, seductively pushed one red orb and then the other up into the T-shirt. When she was finished, Suzie placed her hands on her hips and thrust her new endowments outward triumphantly. Michael gaped at her new look, the suddenness of the transformation from skinny underdeveloped youth to voluptuous woman that stood before him amazing him. He was still stretched on the bed, and was unable to see the smile on her face, since her new giant boobs were blocking his view. It looked to him as if her shirt was being stretched by two basketballs that squeaked at each other as they fought for escape. 

“What can I say, Suz,” Michael stammered, awe-struck, “but WOW! I have my own inflatable girlfriend, with helium-filled boobs!” 

“Inflatable girlfriend, you say?” Suzie responded playfully. “That could be fun!” 

She knelt down on the floor next to him, allowing her balloon breasts to hover at his eye-level. Michael reached out, and this time Suzie let him touch them. She giggled sweetly as his groping hands made her inflated boobs squeak. Then she came up with an idea. 

“You know, with me being inflatable like this, you are in a very dangerous position,” Suzie remarked with a grin, as his probing fingers felt around where her nipples would normally be. 

“Oh, why is that?” Michael asked, smiling, squeezing her balloons together and watching the cleavage they created force its way through the top in the shirt. 

“Well, I’m inflatable because you made me that way,” she slyly explained, placing her own hands on her balloon tits. “It was this mystical power you possess that made me blow up like this.” 

“Mystical power, eh? Maybe like telekinesis. And just how long have I had the power to inflate women’s breasts?” 

“Oh, you are too new at this,” Suzie continued, edging forward on her knee and pressing her balloon boobs right into his face. “I’m the first that this has happened to, which is why my boobs blowing up just now came as such a surprise.” 

“Oh, I see,” he smiled, playing along. “But if I’m so young and just realizing what this power can do, what happens if I can’t control this new ability?” 

Suzie pulled away, a look of pretend shock on her face. “You must learn how to control your power,” she explain, a note of mock sternness in her voice. “The more you think about me and my inflating boobs, the bigger they get. You will have to restrain your thoughts, or I might inflate too big and….” She hesitated dramatically. 

“And what?” Michael cocked an eyebrow. 

Suzie purred seductively. “Well, maybe we’ll just have to find out.” She moved further away, making two steps backwards on her knees. “Close you eyes” she instructed at almost a whisper, “and get a mental picture of me.” He obeyed. “Now, picture my breasts the size that they normally are. When you have that, imagine what it would be like if they suddenly started blowing up like a pair of balloons.” 

Michael concentrated for a moment. In his mind, he pictured Suzie, as she was when the day had begun. Skinny, but proportional to her small frame, a pleasant smile on her face as they walked among the rides and the game venders at the fair. Though this part hadn’t actually happened, he created the image of them walking up to a man in a clown suit who is selling helium balloons to children. In this concocted memory, Suzie took a large balloon from the man, untied and placed the stem in her mouth, and deeply inhaled the buoyant gas. And in the daydream, Michael watched Suzie smile as her breasts began to swell as the balloon in her mouth deflated. “Alright, I’m there.” 

“Okay. Still keep your eyes closed until I tell you otherwise,” Suzie instructed, reserved. She hesitated for a moment, and took in a deep breath. “Sssssssssssssss,” she hissed, quietly at first, then getting loader. “Oh no, Michael,” she feigned surprise with her voice, “My boobs are blowing up like balloons…..Sssssssssssssssssssss…..what’s happening to me?…..Ssssssssssssssssss…..How are you doing this?…..Ssssssssssssssssssss…..they are getting to big, they are the size of beach balls…..Sssssssssssssssss…..” 

In his imagination, Michael followed what Suzie was pantomiming. She had completely deflated the balloon, but each hiss the real Suzie made, the Suzie of his thoughts looked down at her chest as her boobs inflated more. Soon the tops of her breasts were pushing out of her shirt and into her chin. “Sssssssssssss….,” she said again, and the imaginary Suzie reached around her burgeoning mammaries to find that she could no longer reach her distended nipples. 

“Oh my Gawd, Michael,” Suzie exclaimed, continuing her charade. “My boobs are filling up with helium. And they are getting so big, I think I’m starting to float!” With that, she slowly began to rise from her kneeling position, the balloons under her shirt squeaking as she moved. 

To Michael, the imagined Suzie wore a stunned look of surprise as her shirt started to tear down the middle and her balloon breast squeaked in protest to their confinement. But her eyes flew wider as her feet left the ground, her wildly inflated helium boobs pulling her skyward. In his daydream, Michael reached out to catch Suzie as she gained altitude, and in the real world, his hands caught hers as she stood up. Michael was concentrating so hard, and the vision to him was so real, that his head was touched with a slight tingling feeling. To give him the continuing sensation that she was moving away from him, Suzie slowly stepped onto a chair next to the bed, and softly pulled her hand upward and almost out of his grasp. “Catch me Michael,” she said, a hint of mock desperation in her voice, “Control your powers. Don’t let me float away. Save me!” 

“Suzie!” Michael called out, groping for her as his grip left hers, still in his trance-like state. 

“Michael,” she whispered., “open your eyes.” 

Slowly Michael’s eyes flickered open. In that first moment, his forehead tingling like he had received a mild electric shock, he stood at the precipice of awakening with a hint of confusion. And the first thing he saw didn’t help him immediately determine if he was fully awake or still imagining things. He gazed up and saw his girlfriend, standing on the tips of her toes on the seat of the chair, looking like she was hovering above him with her chest thrust upward as if she was about to be pulled toward the ceiling by a pair of helium-filled tits. The vision of that moment was forever burned into his memory, and in later years, Michael thought he actually remembered seeing her feet leave the chair as she pantomimed the act of floating away. 

Instead, he grabbed her ankle, causing her to topple onto him. With the two balloons in her shirt smashed between them, Suzie arched her head forward and caught his surprised face in a forceful kiss. Michael returned the embrace, and her air bags squeaked again as he pulled her tighter. “My hero,” she declared when they finally came up for air. 

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Ten years had gone by for Michael and Suzie by the time they met again. It had been later that year of the balloon boobs incident that Suzie’s parents had moved the family three states away. Suzie came back to town after doing four years of college and launching her career in fashion design, while Michael was in the downhill slide toward finishing medical school when he noticed an article in the local newspaper that Suzie would be showing off her latest work at a coming fashion show. A few phone calls later and a date was made for dinner at a local restaurant to catch up on old times. 

Michael’s heart stopped when he saw the new, mature Suzie for the first time. Her long blonde hair was now longer, wavier; her legs were still as long and thin as he remembered. But her eyes carried a look of confidence mixed with youthful mischief that definitely displayed how she had grown into the woman that stood before him. 

To Suzie, Michael had changed even more than she had. Taller by several inches than he had been the last time she had seen him, with a muscled chest and arms that dwarfed the scrawny boy she knew before. His brown hair had lightened a bit in the summer sun. Yes, he had changed much since their last meeting, and he was excited to show her just what was new about him. 

“Med school?” she quizzed him over a steak dinner. “What discipline?” 

Michael laughed. “Would you believe plastic surgery?” 

Suzie about choked on a mouthful of meat. “Are you serious?” she asked, amazed. “So you can make as many women’s boobs bigger as they want.” 

He flashed a sly smile. “Yes, I guess I’ll be able to.” 

Suzie turned thoughtful for a moment. “Do you ever think about that day, after the fair…” 

“When you stuck those balloons under your shirt and pretended that they were your real breasts, and then you made me think I was inflating them?” Michael finished for her.  “You could say that I have thought about that day a little too often.” 

“It must have left quite an impression,” Suzie commented coyly. 

“You might say the experience influenced me to go down the career path I have chosen,” Michael explained. “You helped me discover a potential within me that since then I have tried to shape into something I can use in my career field.” 

“I influenced you,” she queried, chortling. “By putting balloons in my shirt? And because of that, you will be able to turn other women’s boobs into giant beach balls as a plastic surgeon?” 

“In a way, yes,” he answered calmly. Michael noticed the couple at the next table looking skeptically over at them, and chose to ignore the probing stares. “But, do you remember what you told me, how you described why your breasts were inflating that day?” 

Suzie thought for a moment. “Yes,” she said stoically, “I told you that you had some strange, mystical power that caused women’s breasts to inflate like helium balloons. Why do you ask?” 

“Because it came true.” 

“What came true?” she repeated, cocking an eyebrow. 

Michael lowered his voice. “It is some kind of mental discipline, like telepathy or telekinesis. If I concentrate hard enough, I can make your breasts grow.” 

Suzie dropped her napkin. This was not the kind of date she had planned for. “Are you messing with me? Because if you are, I am not impressed.” 

Michael leaned a little closer. “Think about it. Breast augmentation without silicon or sutures. The potential money I can make is astounding. I just need the schooling to get the license to do the work.” 

Suzie looked away; making sure that the intrusive couple next to them was not hearing this incredible work of fiction. Then she decided to play along. “So, you are telling me that all you have to do is think real hard about a certain woman’s breasts, and they blow up like a pair of balloons.” 

“Yes,” he answered, a look of seriousness in his eyes. 

She leaned toward him. “Could you inflate me?” Suzie asked softly, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “As you can see, I didn’t exactly grow up to match the size of those balloons I stuffed into my shirt that day. I could use the help.” 

“What, right here?” he questioned. “Right now?” 

“Why not?” Suzie countered, wanting to see just how far his charade would go. “Or doesn’t your secret power work in public places?” 

Michael hesitated. “If that is what it would take for you to believe me, I’ll do it.” 

Suzie’s taunting grin spread even wider. “Go ahead, make my day.” 

Michael took a deep breath and cleared his thoughts. He looked Suzie over very carefully, taking in the dimensions he desired, and closed his eyes. Again, his mind drifted back to that day a decade ago, when he first pictured Suzie at the fair, sucking the helium out of a balloon and the ensuing vision. He replaced the young Suzie of sixteen years with the mature Suzie of twenty-six in his imagination, and as he had experimented with, he pictured the gas traveling to her breasts and causing expansion. In his mind, her boobs slowly swelled with a faint hiss, their volume doubling and tripling within seconds. The next image was of Suzie towering over him with hugely inflated mammaries, standing on her tiptoes as if she were about to fly away. Michael was concentrating so hard that his forehead began to tingle, the sensation he was waiting for, and that was the signal that the process was about to begin. 

He opened his eyes and met Suzie’s scrutinizing gaze. In his mind he still played out the scene of her expanding breasts, and watched as it happened in the real world. Suzie’s red blouse, covering two perky B-cup tits, began to tighten as the inflation started. 

Suzie jumped slightly as the sensation began at her nipples and descended across her breast flesh. Like the feeling of tiny fingers dancing on her skin, she looked down at her chest to make sure a colony of ants weren’t crawling on her. She gaped at seeing her blouse shift forward. As she gazed, dumbstruck, her breasts blew up past a D-cup and continued to grow. “Are you doing this?” she asked without looking up, a hint of fear in her voice. 

“You asked me to do it,” Michael relied calmly, his head throbbing slightly from the concentration. 

“Yes, but” she stammered, “I didn’t believe that you could.” The gaps between the buttonholes of her blouse were beginning to strain and pull apart as her boobs continued to expand unabated.  The couple next to them hadn’t noticed Suzie’s predicament, yet, but a waiter that passed them got a good look at her new endowments. 

Michael’s gaze had not left Suzie’s face, though she was concentrating on something else entirely. She could feel her breast flesh stretching, and could almost detect a slight hissing sound over the din of the restaurant. Her B-cup bra was straining to keep her growth in check, but it took the top button of her blouse bursting off into oblivion before she realized just how big she was getting. 

“Okay, I believe you. I’m bigger than I ever wanted to be,” she said through clenched teeth. “You can shut it off now.” 

Michael was looking like has was in a trance. She had seen that look before. “Hey,” she exclaimed, throwing a spoon at his head. “I said it’ enough. Make it stop.” 

The spoon had the desired effect. Michael snapped out of his reverie, and saw what his handiwork had done. Suzie sat across the table from him, a look of panic in her face, her arms draped across a pair of enormous tits that continued to push their way out of the too-small bra and out of her shirt. She was trying to shield them from being spied by other diners, but it was getting harder to do so as they hadn’t slowed their growth yet. 

“Michael, I’m still blowing up,” she stammered, unable to surround her breasts with her arms any longer. They were the size of volleyballs, and still inflating, as he realized his mistake. 

“Oh no,” he thought. “Not again.” 

Michael pinched his eyes shut and forced a new image into his mind: one of Suzie deflating, diminishing back to her original size. But Suzie’s second and third button burst off her blouse in rapid succession, one bouncing painfully off of Michael’s forehead that interrupted his train of thought. He opened his eyes and was met by a vision of two basketball-sized boobs being contained by one severely strained bra. Suzie’s face could not be seen over the inflating mounds of flesh, but he could hear her call frantically to him. “Make it stop! Make it stop!” 

Her black lace bra quivered just before it exploded off her giant tits. It shot across the room and landed in a stunned man’s fettuccini. Freed from their captor, Suzie’s bare breasts expanded even faster, and she got up to make a dash for the door. Michael jumped up after her, holding his jacket out in front of her inflating chest to cover them up. But her enormous boobs, with her nipples aimed skyward, prevented her from seeing where she was running, and people had to leap out of the way of the inflating woman and her frazzled date as she bumped into multiple tables on her way to the exit. Michael took Suzie’s hand and led her toward the main door to the atrium entrance and through a crowd of gawking patrons. 

As they stepped through the door, Suzie slipped. At least she thought she had slipped. But instead of falling, her feet lost contact with the concrete floor of the atrium as her inflated breasts carried her upward. “What the….” She cried, groping for her date’s hand. “Michael, grab me. I’m floating away!” 

Suzie was rising off the ground so fast that all Michael had time to grab was a single leg. He anchored her, stabilized, and tried to grasp Suzie around the waist. “I’m sorry,” was all he could say, Her response was muffled by the cleavage that was pressing into her face. The inflation still had not stopped, but continued to blow her up to near weather balloon size. The upward pull of her breasts became so forceful that soon Michael was not longer on the ground, and they both began the slow rising toward the glass ceiling of the atrium. 

Michael soon began to loose his grip on Suzie. “I can’t hold onto you much longer,” he said apologetically. “My grip is about to give out.” 

“Don’t you let go of me!” Suzie exclaimed, flailing her arms in frustration. 

Despite every effort, Michael’s hand strength gave out. “Sorry!” he cried as he fell ten feet into a gooseberry bush. With the loss of his weight, Suzie screamed and shot for the ceiling, her tits bumping into the streaked glass and sliding toward the uppermost point of the room. 

Michael got up, rubbing his wounded neck and back. He looked up to see his old girlfriend with ten-foot-round tits laughing hysterically while pinned to the ceiling of a restaurant’s atrium. It was the most odd and magnificent thing he had ever seen. It was then that he noticed that his forehead not longer tingled. “I guess I can tell you now that you are no longer inflating. Getting you down will be another matter.” 

Suzie’s nipples were pressed against the cold glass, but that was the least of her worries. She was twenty feet off the ground and half-naked, and diners were still watching them through the glass walls. “Well, I guess I deserved this for putting it into your head all those years ago about secret powers.” 

Michael chuckled nervously. “You may have planted the seed of this ability, but you weren’t the one making your boobs blow up.” 

“But I was right even back then,” Suzie stated, wiggling her feet in the air. 

“And what would that be?” 

Suzie looked down at Michael with a wry smile. “That this power could be dangerous if you didn’t have it under control.”