inhale

Sydney gave a disparaging laugh as she looked me over, setting her hand weights onto the gym rack.  "I hope you don't think you can -really- out-grow me." The tanned blonde heaved in a deep breath, her orange sports top stretching as her breasts and belly billowed out to beach ball proportions.  Another breath and her ass and limbs bulked up, their sudden width and conical shape forcing them out to the sides before a third breath simply pushed her body out in all directions, leaving her as a six-foot balloon with two domes on her front and the vaguest implication of human anatomy.

*DING DONG*

"So you can inflate?" she asked me.

I nodded. "Absolutely."

"Okay, but... how does it work?"

"I just breathe in." I demonstrated, the air swirling and filling me. My gut surged out, my backside and chest following immediately after. The armpits of my shirt grew snug on me as the denim of my jeans pulled taut across my legs, and mere seconds later I was a bulging, buoyant version of my old self. Not wanting to leave things half-finished I continued, arms and legs being forced apart before growing wider, then rounder, then being absorbed almost fully by my globular figure.

Pete and Jenny had the strongest, yet most unusual marriage. Pete was a stay-at-home husband taking care of the kids, while Jenny is a photographer who specializes in shooting bodybuilders. Jenny, although she was loyal in her entire 10 years of marriage with Pete, grew unsatisfied with the current physique of her husband. Pete, though quite rotund himself, was no where near as large as the bodybuilders that Jenny work with. After an exhausting day of work taking thousands of photos of bodybuilders in various power poses, Jenny would come home and have some intimate time with her husband.