CreamBalloons-R18-2
CreamBalloons Redux 02
Dream
As the snow continued to pour outside, the girl fell into a dream with the memory of the heavy weight she'd carried against her chest still close at hand, like a phantom body she used to have. Tumbling down from her bedspread, she entered a new reality, far away from home.
She found herself before Rouge, the bat, and she was beside her own mother, Vanilla. They were wearing incredibly skimpy clothing, sitting in the bleachers at her high school. The clothing was girly, and revealing. It would've never passed the dress code. Her own mother looked a little younger, too, a little more smooth; Rouge, too. Everything in the dream was passed through a wax filter to make it seem more heavenly.
Her own mother, wearing a black bikini with hotrod flames licking up from the bottom, her mother's nipples protruding through with such ferocity that they almost looked like a cow's teats, mounted on areolae that were as big as tangerines. The bikini covered her very generously though, suction-clung to her basketball breasts. Vanilla's hips were incredibly wide, each haunch projecting out from her oddly narrow tummy so far she could've placed a cafeteria tray on top of each hip and still had several inches left to put her books. Her legs were bizarrely long, too, and accounted for most of her height. Who knows how big her ass really was, but it was plainly visible as she sat, snuggled up next to Rouge, whose body wasn't nearly as outrageous as her mother's.
Vanilla wore leggings, slick black glittery ones, and clear high heels. She wore modest makeup, reds and orange eyeshadow in the theme of fire, but her hair was jet black. It was completely unlike her, it was more like Cream was projecting her body image fantasies onto her mother, but she wasn't directly aware of it. She merely admired her punky, hyper-voluptuous mother as she spread her legs, revealing the massive bulge of her pussy. It consumed the space between her thighs like some kind of perverse udder, the clitoris bulging plainly among the massive mons, each lobe several inches across and nearly a foot tall. Oblong balloons, they were, framing fat, protruding vaginal lips that looked like innertubes.
Rouge was unsure of herself, wearing a sheer baby doll Tshirt with the phrase "Ice Cream Filling" written on it in big bubble letters. Thin spaghetti-straps looped over Rouge's shoulders. She was tall, lanky, like Cream, but stretched out further and taller. She wasn't nearly as tall as Vanilla, entirely due to the lacking length of her legs. Vanilla started laying Rouge down on the metal bleachers, whom didn't appear any older than Cream did, or any of the other late teen students. Vanilla's lips were big, plump, obviously enhanced just beyond a natural girth. She gave the bat a kiss, which Rouge accepted freely while Vanilla started rubbing between the bat girl's legs, causing a damp spot to form on her cotton bootyshorts.
Vanilla sat on Rouge's face, smothering her with her massive, sopping pussy. Vanilla's clit had expanded, and was obviously a penis, the length of a full foot, oozing semen onto Rouge's meager breasts. Her mother had garden hoses in hand, and started attaching them to Rouge's body, but it wasn't simple. Each one was tipped with big green dildo to match the garden hoses. She placed spares in Rouge's hands, which she squeezed and stroked, causing them to grow fatter and longer, but not any firmer. Meanwhile, Mom was working them into Rouge's nipples, making the batgirl squirm and moan, which in turn, made Vanilla squeal in delight as she bit and chomped her titanic pussy.
Students were gathering around, holding onto large valves connected to massive glass tanks of pink gel. They seemed to know what was going on as Vanilla wedged a hosedick into the batgirl's breasts, leaving a fat protrusion through her skin. She pulled her babydoll down, as it had been and stood up, allowing Rouge to sit up and gasp for air as well, her face smeared with femcum.
Not for long though, as some of the students held her down and pushed an equine hosedick into her mouth, making her cheeks bulge, then her throat as it was forced down into her belly. She didn't seem very fearful, just tense, as though she accepted her fate.
Vanilla pulled down the batgirl's cotton shorts, noticing she wore no panties for enough time to ask her to bend over "...like a good girl" so she could push a big fat hose into her anus, then a second, and a third, making her pucker stretch out into a sleeve packed with pulsating dildos. She rolled Rouge over on the bleacher top and worked a fat horsedick into her vag, then a second.. She grinned, digging her thumb beneath her clit, and pulled her sexlips out while the bat squirmed and wailed, pressing the blunt tip of a third megathick dick in, having to spit on it to manage to slide the cock in. Rouge's womb bulged with three undulating, pulsing shapes. The students turned the cranks and the pink gel pushed down each hose, fattening each flat strip into a firehose thick tube.
The scene changed, but some elements remained. Vanilla was the teacher, wearing the dress she usually wore around the house, except the skirt was opened up to reveal her legs, and a deep square cut collar showed her vast cleavage welling out and up to her chin. She was instructing Rouge in proper body form. Rouge was dressed in similar clothes, but her babydoll top, slowly distorting as her cockfull breasts expanded into a volume that could contain them, read "Bubblegum Bat" now.
The massive hoses were hanging from her body still, which looked perverted as she was trying to study and take notes on drawing of her own body, showing before and after images, and her capacity before she would explode. Her desk was becoming more and more crowded with her body.
Her asscheeks were bulging out over her bootyshorts like a pair of gelatinous water balloons. Infact, that's what every sexualized part of her looked like. Soft, jiggly, and with the odd hint of fluid sloshing! Her lips were expanding, forming an O shape around the dick in her mouth, her breasts were ballooning at a rapid rate, pulling her everlasting top's checkerboard pattern into more and more ridiculous shapes as each swollen orb topped the size of a basketball.
Vanilla interrupted and pressed her meterstick down on Rouge's breasts, which caused her to lean into her desk, forward, and moan, closing her eyes. Her wooden ruler cinched down on the soft tissue just behind the girl's areolae, causing them expand alone, causing the nipples to fatten into fist-sized nuggets. They jittered, vibrating wildly, the whole body of them bloating to a nearly 1:1 size before Mrs Vanilla grinned, letting the batgirl's breasts expand more to bring them into a more ideal proportion.
Then, she made Rouge stand, which caused her to carry her desk with her for a stint before she wedged her ass out of the chair, letting it wobble free, projecting 2 feet out from behind her hips, which were close to matching Vanilla's! She looked so unsure of herself, but Vanilla smiled, saying that she was doing very well to have not exploded, that she was keeping up on her hormone treatments. Vanilla drew an outline of Rouge's profile and ordered her to stand in front of it.
There was one very obvious problem, she said, as she erased the massive chalk outline of the ballooned bosom hanging from the girl's meager torso. She said that Rouge had been overdosing on her hormones, so she should be... Vanilla drew a very wide, sweeping line from the drawing's chest, which caused Cream to become very aroused at her desk, double the size of Rouge's beachball tits.
Vanilla finally took notice of Cream's presence, asking, "Is there something you want to share with the rest of the class, Creamie?"
Cream stammered, closing her knees together, "I! I! Just think Rouge's breasts sh-should be even bigger!"
Vanilla grinned, "You're right you, know.." She drew another outline around the drawing's breasts, inflating them to a size that took their upper horizon above Rouge's nose. Slowly, the line traced around, using up nearly all of the chalkboard as Rouge sweated nervously, glancing to the size and glancing forward, projecting the 2D image into a 3D prediction, wondering how she'll be able to keep her balance with breasts that massive.
Vanilla grinned, "And don't worry, bat. Your legs will get longer and stronger.. You'll be just as tall as me..." Rouge was growing taller, too, all of it in her legs. The class sat and watched as the bat girl ballooned, the hoses connected to her tits fattening up and thinning, like they were breathing the gel into her mammaries. She squirmed and stood there, watching as her fat tits filled out her babydoll tee, which stretched almost perfectly, concealing everything but her cleavage. Rouge's nipples were like fat bludgeons, and Mrs Vanilla grinned, commenting, "Her teats could consume firehydrants at this size."
The span of Rouge's breasts came to an end when each breast was 5 feet across, perfectly shaped into a subtle teardrop. From the front, you could barely see Rouge's eyes peeking out from between the soft curve of her hilltops. Her skin made constant gutteral stretching sounds, gurgling gel within them roiling around like a great lake. Between Rouge's legs, a sheet of slimy femcum had developed, webbing between her massively wide, long legs. When Cream stood up, her head came up to Rouge, and Vanilla's, groin. It was all leg height.
"Good girl, you set quite the example, batgirl, and just in time for your yearbook photos with your swim team," Vanilla smiled. The image of Rouge the bat, her sexual idol, as one of her classmates, overinflated by her own mother and forced into various bodies and clothing began to evaporate...
When Cream awoke, she felt a tremendous weight on her chest, feeling her massive bosom, she gasped and sat up rapidly, but noticed it was the balloon bra she had on last night. She didn't remember putting it back on.
Then Vanilla giggled behind her, saying, "Well I guess we all have badly kept secrets, Creamie darling.." She pulled up Cream's shirt, revealing that they were, infact, real breasts, pulled on her daughters nipples, which revealed thin hoses penetrating her nipples. Cream looked at the water faucet which her mother slammed open and gasped sharply, stunned by the sensation of water filling her breasts. Her own mother sat on her lap, and started rubbing between her thighs. Looking down between her deepening cleavage, she saw her clitoris expand, a big orange in her mum's loving hands. It elongated further and further, like a party balloon. Before long, it was clear that she had a big dick..
Then she found herself standing in front of the class, hoses hanging from her like a web, pumping her breasts up, her new cock and balls, her ass and legs. Down her nose, she spied her lips in plain sight, expanding like balloons on her face! She gasped, looking toward the chalkboard, which was taller than a skyscraper. Somehow, she was able to perceive the chalk drawing's macrophilic proportions, and the macro-phallic size her dick was rapidly swelling into. There were rows and rows of students, all pumped up to Rouge's size, being drained?! They were being drained into her?!
The dreamworld began spinning out of control! The last thing she remembered was spying on her mother, watching her work a hand-operated milk pump in reverse, inflating her breasts with chocolate milk from a palm-filling size, all the way up to being much larger than basketballs, using a gallon for each.. And then another pair of jugs to redouble her own jugs, standing before her mirror nude and then strapping on her black lace bra, which didn't fit anymore, slide into her dress, and then hug Cream in the living room before allowing the young self to nurse from her.
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Cream grumbled, rolling over in bed, feeling a warm, full feeling in her lower body. She rubbed her eyes, realizing she woke up before the sun came up. She pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming still. She pulled up her shirt and looked at her big nipples, which had unpeeled the bandaids from her chest. She re-stuck them, rubbing them down, wincing at the swollen soreness of her big nugget nipples, probably swollen from the injections.
She didn't know how true that was...
"What a weird dream, but fun. I should write down that story idea about Rouge," she said, and she did, masturbating as she described Rouge, a student at her school, being ballooned as part of the curriculum.