Expanding Consciousness

Expanding Consciousness II: Abnormal Psychology

I combed the library until I found the right girl. She looked 19 or 20, had brown short hair, a light tan, and she wore a black loose shirt with a grey undershirt to deaccentuate her slightly too-large breasts. There would be room to grow with this one.

She was sitting at a table, making squeaking noises with a hiliter in her textbook. I opened my mind to her, to let her create, to wait until she left an opening for me to recreate her. I sat down at the table to her right and waited. She wasn't thinking much about me right now. I made some noise and shuffled through some books on the table. I wasn't looking, but I knew she just looked up from her textbook and saw me, because I felt her all over me. She liked the jaw, the lips, and the lean figure but didn't like my hair blonde and thought I could use more muscles. But she wasn't fantasizing that onto me.

I think the damn book had her attention. It wasn't boring enough. I started a conversation.

"Hey, what's that you're studying?"

"Abnormal Psychology."

"Really? Once when I was in middle school, I went to Lucas Middle School, it sucked, anyway, I told my friends that I studied martial arts from a chinese master, and I always wanted that from the kung fu movies on tv, but I was lying see and it was just a thing to get attention, so I kept doing this and like one of the kids told my homeroom teacher, and she took me to the principal, and the principal sucked, so then like he told"

Her eyes were glassing over. I had taken her away from her studies, her mind was wandering. She was thinking what it would be like to just hit me out of the blue, see whether I'd shut up. She was imagining my tongue getting all thick and harder to speak with. I felt it swell a bit but closed down my mind to more of it.

"and tho she took me to the printhipal, excuthe me." I cleared my throat. "and the principal sucked, so then like he told me that I wasn't to lie anymore about martial arts, and then I lied some more by getting angry that he said I was lying (I really was), and"

She was utterly bored now and staring at my chest. Ah. This was better. She wanted a larger chest. I opened my mind and let it grow while continuing my babble.

"so I thought hey am I abnormal or something cause I don't normally think of myself this way, cause sexually I'm voracious" She put those last words in my mouth and was looking confused as she was pretty sure her mind had said it and not me, but she was having trouble with my chest. Could guys' chests do that? "and I said look if the other students don't want to hear about my past, then that's fine, they can stop talking to me and start licking me."

Her eyes were wide, now. She was making the correlation, the experiments were coming more often. I opened my mind wide. I started to smile, my eyes started to smoulder, and we could both hear my jeans expanding under the pressure of my unrealistic erection. She then put a vacant stupid look on my face and scooted her chair next to me.

While watching my eyes carefully, she reached down to my crotch to confirm what she was doing. She was convinced now, chemically and psychologically. I felt the opening in her mind and applied my own pressure to her breasts. They were already large and I judged they would balloon nicely to at least 6 feet in diameter. I increased them only a cup size for now and made them more erogenous. She was still working on my crotch. It was pretty cramped down there. She was now beginning to fill out my bottom a bit. Wasn't much room in my pants anymore.

"There isn't much room in my pants anymore."

"Huh?"

She wasn't expecting me to talk.

"There's no room left down here to grow. I need more room. I need a study room. I'm going to that study room right there."

I pointed and she followed my finger.

I stood up to the sound of my jeans stretching loudly. I had a huge buldge in front and two more in back. I walked over to the study room, opened and shut the door behind me. My master was waiting impatiently.

"Where have you been?"

"Searching. I found a girl. She will serve."

"My breasts have needs. Don't you ever leave me this long again."

I could tell. She had a desperate look to her. And her breasts were very slowing shrinking.

"Please forgive me. Tell me what I can do to atone, I will endeavor to.."

The girl opened the door and came inside. My master closed it and spoke.

"You like what this boy can do for you, don't you?"

"Woah. Your breasts are totally huge."

"Yes, they are. And yours will be too."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm going to make your breasts larger than mine then use them."

"Huh?"

"I think you want to do more things to my boy, don't you? I think I see him growing again."

The girl looked towards me and stared agape with pleasure. She had unconsciously removed my shirt and covered me in glistening oil. The hole in her mind was wide open. I had inflated her breasts to the size of volleyballs and made them twice again as sensitive in just the time she was talking to my master. She looked down at her chest in surprise and verified each with her hands. Her mouth was dry, her mind fevered. It was too late now. I could feel her fear and her conscious effort to close the hole, but this was below her subconscious. She couldn't touch it from up there. And I made her realize it. She needed to continue shaping me. It was better than anything. She would trade it for air if she could.

My pants expanded more until finally the button-fly flew, and my dick burst out like a spring snake from a can, a full 14 inches long and quickly hardening. I ballooned her breasts up to the size of beach balls. Her black shirt was gone, her grey undershirt stretched to the point of ripping.

I had her and she knew it, so I started to tease her so that she would know unequivocally who was in control. She tried to reach for me, but every time she did, I would inflate her breasts so that she couldn't quite get her hands together. When she realized what I was doing, she tried to take off her gray undershirt by ripping it so that she could envelop me in them.

So I started to replace the flesh in her arms with air. She could no longer flex her joints so easily. In fact, as she tried to wave her now balloon-arms around in frustration, I realized that she hadn't yet given up. She was trying to walk over and straddle me, so I replaced her leg flesh with the same. Now she could barely walk. Wouldn't be able to stand if I hadn't made her breasts so light. She couldn't control her legs well enough to balance, so she was depending on the bouancy of her 4' breasts to keep her upright.

It ocurred to her to beg.

"Please! You let me do this to you! How can you not let me touch you? And what are you doing to me?! What is it you want?!?!"

"Didn't say you could talk." An exasperated look.

"What do you WAAAAANT?!"

"I want you to inflate, but you might be able to convince me not to inflate you" I smiled.

"Anything! Tell me what you want! Anything Anything Anything!!!!" She suddenly inhaled violently. I was inflating the rest of her, her rounding bum, her chest, her head. It was all filling up with air. "What.. ah.. yoo .. doing? Yoo... lied."

"I don't need you to talk anymore." I inflated her face into a permanent open-mouthed smile. And her breasts were fully 7' around apiece now, wider than I was tall, her head all but disappeared from sight, and she was floating to the ceiling.

That was when my master finally intervened. It was about time. I was exhausted with all that I had done to my victim. She was completely immobilized and inflated as large as she could go.

"Very good." As my master unbuttoned the girl's jeans, the fly popped further open, allowing her inflated butt to push out even more. On the last button, she started to peel off the skin tight jeans. When she got them pulled down almost to her knees, she pushed open my victim's inflated legs and placed her head between, her mouth on the girl's crotch, and the jeans keeping the victim's balloon-legs tightly wrapped around my master's head.

I sensed my master open herself completely to the pressure coming from my victim's crotch. She would be able to accept the girl's inflation without having to even strain herself, and she did so. As she inhaled what seemed like forever, my master's breasts became larger, lighter, but mostly, she was getting much more powerful. I felt her power in the room as her figure ballooned out slowly. Unlike my victim who had been reduced to a living balloon, my master seemed very much in control of her ballooning body.

As she drained the last pressure out of my victim, she turned to me with satisfaction. I beamed with pleasure to have been able to serve her and awaited my reward.

She told me to come to her, but did she speak? I appeared to be traveling through the air to her, landing gently in front of her. Her lips were slightly parted, and bulging with her new ballooning body. She leant in to kiss me, pressing her giant shirt balloons onto me. As our lips met, I felt ecstacy. As though we were joining souls.

But I couldn't disengage from her kiss, I wanted her so much. And she didnt seem interested either. It seemed almost like she was smiling under our kiss. In fact, it seemed like she was.. sucking? My eyes went wide in terror. She was draining me to inflate herself further, treating me no better than I had my victim. "But I wub have dum anyfing," I mumbled into her mouth. "Why?"

But I was paralyzed. She had replaced most of the flesh in my body with air, and I knew that I couldn't fight it now. She was almost playful with me now, knowing I was nothing more than my own inflated victim, about to be left unthinking on the ceiling.

And so when I was spent, I floated up, mindless to join my victim in an eternity of existence as nothing more than a balloon.