Breast Inflation

Having a housemate can be a mixed blessing. At its best, the arrangement can be mutually beneficial with both parties gaining lifelong friendships. But at its worst, having one can mean inviting an annoying, rude, or even a criminally minded lunatic into close proximity with ones personal space. Too often it is that the trauma can far outweigh the financial benefits. So it was with relief that Susan had been able to rent a room to her long time acquaintance, Holly.

Mrs. Seegler gave me a XXXXL t-shirt that actually tucked into my pants. She said she'd have new brassieres and some cute tops for me in a few days knowing I was in need of some new garments quickly. I had walked to the shoppe so I called my friend to come pick me up. Mrs. Seegler and her friends squeezed me back outside of the place and waited until my ride arrived.

"Thanks for all your help...and sorry about the door frame," I said blushing. "No problem. I needed to get that fixed anyway," Mrs. Seegler smiled, as a blue full-sized Chevy van pulled up to the curb.

"Hold on! I've got you!"

"No! No! I'm slipping!"

"Don't squirm! I've got you!" Your hand grasping mine was slippery with sweat. You reached up trying to grab at the little bit of fabric left clinging to my neck.

"I'm filling up more! Ooh! Don't let me go!" I cried as my breasts swelled even bigger. My panic was making me breath in gulps of air. The air was making me balloon up larger and larger.