Breast Inflation

Jenny went into the locker room at school and changed for her gym class. When the other girls finished, they left, and she stayed behind. She went into her book bag and brought out the bra which allowed her to inflate herself. She put it on and went into the janitor’s closet next to the locker room and locked the door. Inside she spotted the helium tank used for the school dances. She placed her mouth on the hose of the tank and turned the valve on. She felt the good sensation as the helium rushed into her chest. She looked down to see her B-Cup breasts balloon out to a C.

Jenny ran in the door to her room, shut it, and locked it. She was over- excited and couldn't wait to try her new bra out. She pulled a small box out of her purse and threw it on the bed. She then pulled her shirt off over her B-Cup breasts and long black hair. She than undid her bra and threw it across the room. Her breasts bounced a little as she opened the box and sat down on the bed. Inside was a light blue bra covered by balloons.

Jenny has always loved balloons. She likes to blow them up, pop them, stick them in her shirt over her breasts, or just bounce on them.

"Whoa...OK, it's starting." It had taken months, but at last, we'd found the answer. A strange concoction of the lighter chemicals of the periodic table had resulted in what could be modern science's (and plastic surgery's) biggest coup -- a formula that could inflate the female breast, much like a balloon. While it added no additional weight to the body, it did alter its appearance from within. Carrie was a coed with a keen interest in science, but beyond that, as one of the less-endowed on campus, she was eager to take a risk if it meant a better self-image.

It was a sunny day and I was inside writing my tenth inflation to post on the internet. Once I had finish writing the story, I began to proof read it and when I got to the inflation part I couldn’t believe how bad it was. So I ripped it up and threw it into the trash with my other thousand attempts.