CreamBalloons-R18-1
Cream Balloons Redux
Cream had always hoped to grow up to be as big as her mother, Vanilla. Rather, she wished that her bust would blossom out to that matronly figure. She'd was close to closing out high schooling and although puberty had come and gone, her lithe, lanky figure persisted. It was depressing. Although it was a strange wish to be as largely busted as her at that age, it was something that haunted her dreams and bathroom reflection.
She would stuff her bra privately, and was cowed by witnessing another girl leave tissues in her wake after taking a spill, bumping into other students whom were in too much of a hurry. The embarrassment hung over her for the rest of the year. Anyway, Cream did enjoy filling her bra with warm water balloons, stretching her bra out so much that it no longer fit. Sadly, though, she knew that the bra had its limits, and being so small for her flat chest, she couldn't fill the balloons up to their capacity. They barely tipped a B cup, and she wanted more. Sometimes she'd use air and forego the bra entirely, enjoying the cartoonish look, too.
However, the bell rung, pulling her out of her expository daydream. The boring reality set in again and she reviewed her literature project, writing out what she thought the protagonist's motivation was, and how the world around her reflected on the modern world's woes. Winter vacation was more on her mind than anything though, and despite her innocent childhood, she'd developed a rebellious curiosity, but was wily enough to put on that carefree, cheery face and charm any punishments away, even when she was caught breaking some rule.
School was out for winter and its holidays. Everybody was clearing out, cleaning up, and preparing to close the whole area. Cream had snuck into one of the storage rooms, well, offered to help sort things out and clean up. The upperclassmen and staff had gone off to some other task, leaving her be. She quickly finished cleaning up the remnants of the holiday party and stashed away an entire canister of helium gas and numerous latex balloons she'd planned on using for her own bosom-boosting fantasies.
Cream was so quick that she was able to seek out her sluggish keepers and offer to clean up elsewhere, too. She nicked some cheerleaders uniforms, including some of their bras, various sizes of swimsuits, and costumes made for school plays. Nobody really cared what she was doing with it, assuming that the cart she was rolling through the halls in plain sight were merely for laundry. It, too, was rolled outside by the curb, where nobody paid it much mind. Even the groundskeeper, who had nothing better to do than garden and form conspiracy theories, wasn't headstrong enough to bother anybody about it. Besides, when he looked at the collection of discrete items, he noticed the signed note about storage problems, and they would come for them later.
Cream smiled, accepting the farewells and parting cup of fruit punch obviously left over from a party that'd been over with for hours. She took a sip of it, and then left the facility, dumping it in a water fountain, having drunk none of the stale juice.
"Disgusting," she muttered, sticking her tongue out. It wasn't a long walk home. The town was relatively small. A cozy little city tucked away in the hills overlooking a vast coastline. It was, however, getting dark, and first snow was expected to fall that night, too. She wheeled her stolen goods home, and long before mother Vanilla was home, Cream had stored everything away in her room.
Cream looked around the kitchen, glancing out the window, seeing that snow had begun falling. It was beautiful. The gentle amber glow from streetlamps lighting up the night in a wintry fog, but then it deepened rapidly. It was coming down in heavy sheets. She turned on the television, biting her lip. Record snowfall was reportedly coming within the hour, but as she looked out, she couldn't even see the mailbox at the end of the driveway.
The phone rang, and as she feared, her mother was on the line, "I'm stranded at work, honey. There's plenty of food in the fridge though. This should all be cleared up by tomorrow. Yes, I'm okay. I'm just glad I didn't get out on the road before this happened. Yes, we'll be okay on food here, too. The cafeteria in the office is well-stocked and I'll probably cook something fancy up for everyone here, too! It'll be fun. Well, it's sort of a pain. Some of have pets and..." Cream sighed, honestly worried for her mother, but paradoxically impatient and distant after realizing that her safety was assured. After an eternal 5 minutes, they said goodbye, seeya tomorrow, and hung up.
Cream had a quick dinner, and then giggled, already getting ideas about her haul tonight. Back in her room and in front of her big mirror, she looked over her body. Svelte, elegant, but not curvacious. She dragged the helium tank out and attached it to a veritable garden of hoses and valves, taping two of the hoses into one of the big bras she'd stolen, along the straps and into the cups. Then, she took some of the balloons she'd taken and started stretching them out to get them ready for inflation.
They were positively massive! They were as big across as her head, probably more, and stretched out even further. The scent of powdery latex filled her nostrils. It excited her. She'd done this many times, but never with so much hardware! She snipped some holes into the bra, looped the nozzles through them where the nipples would be and put on the bra. It fit so loosely! But not for long, she giggled.
She taped the nozzles to the hoses and then pored over all the costumes she could wear. She opted for the classic, putting on the cheerleader's outfit. It was made of a spandex blend, but it didn't fit her. The skirt was a bit big on her, too, but the leggings fit tightly, as did the arm length gloves. It was so shimmery and shiny! Cream swayed, watching the blue and white stripes gleam. The anticipation was absolutely killing her, but she kept up with her strange routine...
Cream set up her tripod and camera, checked her computer for the proper angle, making sure no matter what, her body would be highly visible, with the array of sliding door closet mirrors to catch anything she could've missed. With them recording now, she found her vibrator, applied a light lube to it and slid it beneath her panties, and tucked the large pink rubber egg into her body. She wore the wired controller on a collar, its shape a heart.
"Hello out there," Cream whispered into the camera, "As you can see, your balloon bunny's found some hardware that'll let her pump up even more than usual." Cream rubbed her so-called necklace, "I've come into some more intense expander implants. I wanna fill them up with helium for some floaty fun, but don't worry, they're rated for sizes so big that they'll stay soft even when they get bigger than basketballs."
She smiled, turning around, showing the hoses running into her bra, cooing, "See? They're fitted into my clothes, the expansion hoses." As she turned around, she traced lines, showing the hoses bulging through the glittery blue'n'white top, "And into my chubby nipples." She squeezed the balloon nozzles in just the right way to make them appear like enormous nipples. She knew her internet audience would love that after uploading her recording.
"Mmnn, I've always loved how big my nipples have gotten after my rubbertex treatment, don't you?" she asked her camera. "Anyway, let's get started, ok?" She flicked her collar on low, leaning down to make sure it was obvious, and at the same time, she twisted the valve open on the helium canister, releasing a steady flow of helium into her balloon bra. As Cream's vibe buzzed in her body, her mouth opened to let a little happy sigh out, her chest stirring as the flat balloons filled subtly.
"Ah! I can feel it starting. It's slow. Slow and steady. I can't wait to feel my braaaa tighten around my big balloons," she whispered. "Do you want me to maybe.. Maybe hurry up? You know how impatient I get, baby. I want big tits now.." And so Cream turned her collar up to medium, and the bunny bit her lip, blushing as the vibe really buzzed inside her. She crossed her legs, swaying her hips and moaned, "Oh yeahhh, now I can feel it coming.. The pleasure. My breasts. Are.. hh--hah~ Stretching more. Getting bigger.."
She twisted the valve open more. A gentle buzz picked up by the camera was overshadowed by the insistent hissing that eminated from the Cream's faux-bosom. It was very apparent now, her chest sticking out with a pair of instant volleyballs. She dug her fingers into them, mashing them together and explaining that her bra was still loose, and her tits were that big already!
The girl stuck her chest out, grinning proudly, drooling a little, hypnotized by her own figure more than anything else. ~Tssssssssss~ The tone of her inflating breasts was deepening into a bassy tone, her nozzle nipples sticking out, puffy and obvious. She felt herself up all the time, rubbing down her thighs as she showed off. The stretchy cheerleader top was distorting its striped pattern and slogan 'Reach for the Sky' were stretching horizontally, widening steadily. Cream smiled, twisting the valve and her collar OFF.
Her breasts were each enormous, bigger than her head, and bulging over the bra, visible through the tight top. Somehow, it remained tucked in, so elastic that it was still snug to her belly, but definitely stretched to the point where her navel was visible through that thinning fabric as well. She grinned, pulling the skirt up and showed her thin, but elegant thighs, and the copious juices that she was giving in pleasure, purring, "The bigger they get, the more joy I feel. Oh gosh. This is the biggest I've ever gotten? Let me turn around for you."
She did, raising her arms up, causing the multiple bulges of cleavage over the straps and cups to well up to Cream's chin. She gasped, "This is amazing, but I want more. Sh..should I get more? My babies are already," and she emphasized her lust, groaning," Sss..soooo big! Listen to how much my skin has stretched!" Cream rubbed the balloons together, and the peals of squirky rubber filled the air.
"Ohh, but I don't think I can do this with just one inflation device. I.. I think I have to double up," she cooed, keeping up the pretense that her remote vibrator was the cause of her breast growth. Cream pulled the skirt off, and her top untucked, the bottom hem sliding up, resting just across her navel. She had nothing on beneath but a garter belt and sopping wet panties.
She laid on her bed, on top of her huge breasts, so big that they were not only visible from behind, but from beneath, and every angle. They elevated her off her bed by a good foot, pancaking out to her sides and under her arms. Cream had a second vibe in hand, slathering so much lotion on it that it looked like drooling semen. To tease herself, and her audience, she spread her legs more as she peeled her panties to one side, revealing her surprisingly puffy pussy. She pulled on the pink cable, showing the 2 inch wide egg embedded in her slick, pink vagina. While holding both of them, looking over her shoulder into one of her many mirrors, she used the cable to band them together and started wedging the over-wide pair or orbs into her body. Her eyes rolled back as she stretched her puffy pussy so wide it was unreal, but in they went with much slicky, sucking, wet noises.
She sat on her knees, showing her audience the second collar she was putting on, then wordlessly, grinning and drooling drunkenly, tipped her jaw back and slowly slid both meters from OFF to low, gasping. She turned the valve. The hissing returned. She slid their intensity meters to medium, moaning, and reached over, shaking, to open the helium tank more. Finally, she rasped, "But we know what you want, master." Cream flicked both collars' remotes to High, and gave the helium tank a twist, yelping and quaking on knees while declaring, "We want MORE! MORE! MORE!" Every time, she gave the valve a twist. Fsss! HSSSSS!!!! FOSSSSSS!
Then, she tried her best to put on a show, but it was all for not as she squirmed around, the rattling vibes in her knocking her clit and insides around so much that she was constantly oozing femcum. Her breasts were expanding rapidly, intoned with a deep, baritone rush of helium. Cream was squealing and sighing, used to the intensity of her vibrators, but coupled with the sensation of those huge, squishy spheres bulging up over her belly and chest, consuming her body in a breasty fantasy, it was almost too much to bear.
There was still a show to put on, and she gasped breathlessly, "Master! N..No.. Please stop. They're not rated to go this big. The doctor said.. Ahhh! Hhhnn!!" Cream writhed, fake-reaching for the helium valve, saying, "Quick! The emergency release! H..hhhnn! I don't want to explode! Please! My collar control is stuck!" Her breasts ballooned from merely 2 feet in depth to 3, then 4, then 5, pulling the cheerleader's top into a tube top. It was very obvious they were balloons though, but the cream-colored ones she'd chosen helped with the illusion that they were her tits. The top began to suddenly self-destruct, tearing large oval holes across the center, from the seams, and soon it was nothing but scraps. The bra still held fast, and with a little luck, her 'nipples' were still passable because the balloons' necks had begun to inflate, making it look like she had tremendous areolas.
She did, however, begin to actually panic when she felt her back rise from her bed, exclaiming, "What's happening?!" The balloons were so massive that they were squeezing over her head, pinned to her by the painfully-stretching bra, its straps digging into her body. She gripped the sheets of her bed, pulling them up with her to her tall ceiling. The camera caught it all on tape, too. She wiggled her toes, trying to grasp on something while her "breasts" kept growing, spreading across the ceiling and behind her back, consuming her in a multitude of thinning bubbles. Cream couldnt even reach in front of her to turn her vibes off, moaning and whining, even crying a little from the overextension of her sexual endurance. Slick, thick cum was oozing from her in a steady stream, dripping from her splayed toes.
"Please," she cried, "Make it stop. I can't.. I c-c-an't take any more. H..elp me." She fumbled with the bra weakly, but the hooks were in so tight that it would've taken tools to dislodge. The balloons continued to swell, becoming transparent enough to see through to the other side, to the insides of the bra's torn cups.
The holes that she had cut into them tore open widely, allowing her faux-areolas to balloon to the size of beachballs. Her 'breasts' were so big that they were pressing her feet against her bed! But Cream was so weak, and the lift of her dirigibles was so powerful that she couldn't move anyway! So obsessed with having big breasts, she dare not jab her fingernails into them. Instead, she reached over to the helium canister and managed to twist it shut, giggling a bit manically, but exhaustedly. She had just enough sense to have an end cap for her show, saying, "Thank you, Master... Th..The doctor was wrong about my limits afterall, huh?" She still squirmed, whimpering, feeling a rawness in her pussy she'd only felt when she was particularly greedy, hoping the batteries were dying and that she wasn't going numb.
Cream started to bounce experimentally, managing to slightly defeat the great lift of helium, gripping the heavy canister with her feet. She got lower and lower, feeling the tug of her fantasy tits. The camera was still rolling of course, but she managed to get down to the floor, gripping onto her bed, and put on a pair of heavy combat boots that she'd bought impulsively one night. They were just heavy enough to let her come to a rest on the floor after a few moments of floating. It was like she were on the moon, but with even weaker gravity.
Cream put on her work-out weighted armbands and belt. That got her grounded well enough. She blushed, saying, "There~ But I can't fit outside of my room." She turned about, showing off her massive balloons. "Mnn.." The batteries did die afterall. They were rather cheap toys anyway. She showed off that the balloons were still relatively soft, rubbing them, pushing her hands into them as they squeak and squirk in protest. She showed off that they were so massive that even if she tried to bend forward, they immediately bumped into the floor, keeping her upright.
"Let's try one more thing," she whispered, and reached for her lube, then held it above her head and started squirting it above her breasts, letting it glaze down over them. Then, she approached her doorway, which was no match for her weather balloons. She started pushing and squeezing one of them through the doorway. It bulged up, getting pinched in the doorframe. She whined, leaning whole-bodied against her balloons, and POP it wedged through. Cream blushed at the camera, appearing stuck in the passage, but with some effort, she passed through with the same tense squeezing.
What burst her bubble was when the inflation hoses pulled free from being too far away, rapidly hissing from her faux-nipples. Cream panicked, falling to her haunches as her massive bosom lost its size. Even though it was completely inconvenient and she'd smeared lube on the walls, the idea of her breasts getting smaller was abhorrent! Their unwieldy size depleted to the size of small beachballs by the time she could reach around them to squeeze the nipples shut, returning to her room and whimpering, "W..well I suppose this is a good size.." Cream laughed, her voice made squeaky from the wild outgushing of all that helium gas!
She clamped the nipples shut with some plastic clips and pulled on a stretch-T. It was black, slightly glossy to emphasize her big round bosom. On its front, a massive golden ring flanked by wings, a logo for a tire company that often sponsored racing events. It stretched wide, overemphasizing the girth of her orbs.
She grinned one last time, huffing on her helium tits and said in a high-pitched voice, "See you next time, master~" And turned the camera off. She giggled more, her mousy, chipmunk voice was thrilling somehow. It was just wrong to be that cute and erotic at the same time.
Cream collapsed on her back, moaning weakly, reaching between her legs and removing the vibes. She pulled them up to her face, nuzzling them with a strange affection, licking them clean and then wiping them off on her balloon bosom. She rolled over, grabbing her camera and looked over her footage. She couldnt help but rub her sorely swollen sexlips, then upload it to her computer.
Still wearing her loons, she edited the video quickly, uploaded it, and shivered, feeling the chill of winter bite her now that her body relaxed from its sexual joy and panic. She looked down, and smiled, coming up with the perfect idea to compensate for that.
Cream got up, undressed from her weighted clothes and put on some long fuzzy thigh-highs, took off her gloves since they were just for fun, and replaced them with some matching black fuzzy wristcuffs and fuzzy black collar. She looked at herself in the mirror, liking the look, and then went into the bathroom. She dragged her hoses along with her and a couple toys. Cream fastened the hose set to her faucet and ran warm water through the hoses. She unclamped her 'nipples' and filled her breasts with warm water, watching them expand past the reach of her hands. She had to squeeze them up to reach all the way around now. By the time their size doubled from small beachballs to enormous ones (about 3 feet deep from her torso), she was satisfied.
However, her lower body was still chilly. She didn't put on her black panties yet! But first, she pulled the hoses from her nipples, secured them, gave a loud, sloshy bounce in front of the mirror, watching her huge knockers wobble around so wildly that they didn't settle for several excited breaths! Cream grinned, exchanging the hoses into the bases of two bright purple dildos. She drizzled them with purple lube and hiked one of her limber legs up on the bathroom sink counter, feeling her hot breast sizzle lightly against her skin, and started working the dildo into her tight asshole. It wasn't something she did too sensually, relaxing her bowels to let the thick prick into her, and then did the same with the other, finding it much easier to insert it into her used vagina.
Cream hopped up onto the sink, yelping, feeling the rubber dongs wedge deeper into her body, only the thin stoppers capping her off. She reached behind her and turned the warm water on, immediately feeling the sensation filling her body. She felt herself up, squirming on the counter, feeling her body reflexively try to squeeze the big intruders out, but the double penetrators kept expanding, filling with more water, elongating in her body, going deeper and deeper, and then thicker. She felt the familiar tension of their girth, knowing that it was just about enough to let them be stuck inside her. She wanted more this time though, especially with the thought of her mother being away even longer than usual. Cream closed her eyes, reaching down and rubbing her clit, which was so used tonight that it felt a bit bigger, swollen. Pangs of pain and pleasure shot through her. Her pucker fluttered, too, gripping toy in her ass. She leaned back, gasping, sliding across the sink and twisted the valves open even more. Cream just stiffened up, enjoying it instead of turning them down, feeling her belly and back as though she could feel the bulges widening in her lower body. When she did look down, she did see a tubular bulge, very subtle, riding up her belly. She felt no pain whatsoever, just a deep, sweaty heat that was soothing her body's exhaustion. She kept it up, but bent over on the sink, looking at her bottom in the mirror and blushed intensely, watching 5 inch wide purple cockballoons widening to 6. She gasped heavily, strumming her clitty and then gasped out loud, "OKAY! Okay okay okay. Thh..No more no more!" She felt like she could go on, but something told her to stop. She cut the valves and even let them drain back down to 4 and a half inches, but then pumped the one in her ass back up to 5, making some strange compromise with herself.
Cream walked back to her room, gasping sharply, swaying her hips widely with her new partners tagging along inside her, her balloon-tits bobbling from side to side, slapping the sides of the hallway. She took a moment to clean the lube off the walls with her pretend-breasts. She sat down at her computer chair, feeling the dicks ram into her more. Cream grunted, eyes going bleary for a second. When they cleared, she noticed that her latest video was producing a small fortune for her. Wide-eyed at the popularity, dizzy with possibility that it could bring, she forgot to check more mundane things.
Her email said her package arrived! She must not've noticed it when she was sneaking everything in! She ran downstairs, breasts sloshing away, dildos sloshing deep, deep within, and stepped outside. The snow was so heavy that it had piled up 1 foot high against the door. Cream gasped at the sight. The snow was still coming down, washing inside, and while she was aware of a coolness washing over her, her warm water bottles kept her plenty warm. She walked straight outside and began digging through the snow, kicking through it and behind planters, where she found the package. Cream knelt down, watching steam rise from her cleavage, from her body, melting around her rapidly in the shape of her balloon-tits, and picked up the big cardboard box. She'd spent months of making porno vids to save up for this! It was finally here, ordered through various less-than-legal channels. Her hormones.
She took them back up to her room, closing the cold behind her, squirming in anticipation as she looked over the injectors, the pills, the jugs of chemicals. She read up on it extensively online, so she took 3 of these, pulled 40.. no.. 50! .. Well.. 60.. 70.. cc's of that, and then, sadly realized that she had to take off her bra to reach her.. her actual breasts. She sighed, but allowed it, going into the bathroom with all her stuff and deflated her breasts. They sputtered and gushed, releasing all water and air. Cream pulled up her shirt and looked at her bare chest, still imprinted with a heavy latex aroma. Oh well, she thought, she'd had a powerful, depleting performance and the adrenaline was burning out now, but still one last thing to do.
She popped the injector gun's safety off and pressed the tip against her breast, right over her nipple, and pulled the trigger. A minty pain spread through her breast, but she bore it, holding the injector with both hands. With teary eyes, she realized she injected the dosage meant for both breasts into her one accidentally. A droplet of blood winked on the tip of her nipple. Fearing more that she was possibly wasting hormone booster, she slapped bandage over it, then another in an X shape, grinning. A little worried, she drew another over-large dosage and yelped, pumping the second dose into her other tit, too. Cream popped the pills, opting for 5, and liked the slight cherry flavor they had.
"Well, that's that, I suppose," she murmured. "Now all I have to do is wait, and make sure to eat plenty of dairy and fat products to fuel my tits."
As much as she loved the scent of latex, she stepped into the shower and washed off, making her short fur shine beautifully and took a spare shower hose and played with herself even more. She bent over in the prickly, hot rainstorm, and pressed the spare hose to the base of one of the dildos, causing it to flutter violently within her, jiggling inside her ass, feeling it slide deeper inside her as it grew larger and larger. She did the same with the vaginal one, whimpering, laying on her back so she could watch it grow so big that it bulged in her belly. She took a hand mirror and carefully held it between her toes, against the back of the bath, grinning, "I knew I could get them bigger~" She pressed the hose against her assfucker-dildo, watching it widen beyond 6 inches.. it was straining though, reaching 6 and a half before sputtering and vibrating so violently that she started blacking out from the intensity of her orgasm. She anchored the hose to her stretched ass with the back of her heel, feeling the protesting spray cease, watching through blurry eyes as the dildo widened to 7 inches, slowly, but smoothly, then let it go. She writhed on the floor for a few minutes, then got up and dried herself off. She felt like her whole body was glowing.
As she walked to bed, a hyper-horsecock of a dildo hanging out of her ass by a few inches, parting her asscheeks, the reality was that it should've painfully split her, but her body coped with it perfectly fine. Infact, she was sure she could go further. Cream cleaned up her room, putting everything back to normal now, the helium tank hidden, the cheerleader's tatters all gathered up in the garbage. She slid into bed, unable to resist strumming her plump clitoris, which was bigger than a blueberrry, but she chalked it up to being the strain of the night's performance.