The brass plaque had three circles engraved on it, each larger than the last, almost touching. Below that was the word (or name, perhaps?) BEBIC, in strong capital letters. Nothing else.
One morning, an hour or two before lunch, a small white sports coupe came speeding up before the BEBIC building. It was travelling perhaps a bit too fast, as if to make the somewhat depressing industrial surroundings pass more quickly. It pulled to a stop precisely in front of the grey block, where a small bit of while lettering on the sidewalk said "Reserved". Two people got out of the car, each dressed in a plain white lab coat. Following the two to the door, an observant person might note that one of the two was a man, the other a woman. The man was broad shouldered, solidly built, with brown hair and a reddish beard. Dark glasses hid his eyes. The woman was somewhat shorter, with lengthy black hair, and a figure eventhe lab coat could not completely hide. The same observer might have noted while the man was wearing corduroy pants and loafers, the woman appeared to be bare-legged under her lab coat, and was only wearing sandals more suited to the beach than an industrial workplace.
The man pulled on the plaque, revealing a small numbered panel. The woman took a key from her pocket and put it into the lock on the door. Quickly, the man typed a lengthy series of numbers into the panel and swung the plaque shut. As he did, there was a buzzing noise, the woman quickly turned her key, and the door swung open. Inside was cool darkness. The two entered, and the door swung shut behind them.
*****
Helia and Glenn moved by memory, flipping lights on, and turning a few rheostats. The small room they were in lit up like a control room, ready to launch a rocket. One after another, screens with all sorts of graphical displays lit up, and from beyond a large, thick-paned window, reinforced with bars, overhead fixtures lit up the immense remaining space, bigger than a football field. The huge room was nearly empty, with a few small wheeled carts and a chair near the center, seemingly lost in all that space. Glenn picked up a clipboard lying on what appeared to be the main control desk, studied it a moment, and made a few notes. Helia opened the heavy, pressure sealed door, that led to the larger room, and looked back at Glenn, expectantly.
He grinned at her, happily, almost with the same look a child gives in a candy store, and motioned the woman through the door first, then followed, still with the clipboard. The two walked out to the collection of equpment in the center of the room.
"Well, madame President, for the record, you do have the material we're supposed to test?" Glenn asked.
"As you know full well, I'm wearing it, my dear CEO. Shall we get with the testing?" Helia replied, smiling at Glenn's eager expression.
"Surely! If you could, umm, disrobe?"
Helia slowly unbuttoned her lab coat, turning with unconscious grace, such a simple act, into something erotic and sensuous. She unbuttoned the first few buttons, turning slightly as she did so, presenting a three-quarters profile to Glenn. Her lips parted slightly, and she breathed in, slowly, as if she wasn't just breathing, but drinking a fine wine. She rolled her shoulders back, and her bust lifted, becoming more prominent as she emphasized it. As the lab coat pulled open, Glenn could see she was wearing a blue bikini top underneath it.
Helia turned back to Glenn, and finished unbuttoning the coat, revealing that all she wore under it was the top and bottom halves of this blue bikini. It was royal blue in color, and shiny, as if it were wet. It was a classic design, with two simple triangles of fabric for the top, held on and together with slender straps of the same material. While it was generously sized, it still fell short of covering her GG cup breasts completely. The bottoms were of the same design...close, but not quite a thong..and what little it did conceal caused the imagination to run to a fever pitch.
She ran her hands along her body...from her knees, up her thighs to her ass, where she paused to adjust the fabric, then back up, along her belly, to her breasts. These, she cupped a moment, and gave a little bounce and squeeze, before continuing up to the back of her neck, where Helia lifted the midnight mane of her hair for a moment. She smiled, a small, quiet smile, as she heard Glenn's breathing become a bit more labored, and she gave a full body shimmy, before standing back quietly, hands at her sides.
Glenn swallowed hard, and made a visible effort to regain control over himself. "Uh-o..kay, dear...um...right. Let's get started, before I have a heart attack, eh?" He walked over to the nearest of the two carts, and picked up something that looked not unlike a SCUBA respirator, save that it was smaller, and had it's own elastic strap.
Helia nodded. "Whenever you're ready, honey." She licked her lips once, so they had a similar sheen as her suit did, and waited for Glenn to approach.
Glenn waled around behind Helia and started to put the device over her nose and mouth. She helped by lifting her hair out of the way of the strap, which went around the back of her head., and was tightened until it fit snugly. Of course, in doing so, he did get a perfect view, over her shoulder of the full expanse of her breasts from the top, as well as a dark chasm of cleavage that just invited him to explore it. Helia felt him grow harder, where he pressed against her backside, and Glenn, noticing this too, tried to pull away. Helia, however, had other plans.
She quickly reached back with both hands and grabbed hold of his hips, and pulled him forward. Then she pushed backwards with her hips, grinding him into her soft, voluptuous rump. Glenn could have pulled free quickly, but somehow, he lost the will to do so. However, after a little while of this soft, intense massage, he breathed into Helia's ear,"Hon...sh--shouln't we b-be working?"
Helia released Glenn by the simple expedient of releasing her grip, and thrusting back with her hips one last time, making him stumble back a bit. His eyes focussed on her ass, following it carefully as it waved a bit in front of him, the shiny blue fabric not even making a token attempt to cover the majority of her rump.
Glenn walked back around in front of Helia, somewhat stifflegged, and sweating a trifle. He picked up a small computer-like device, and tapped a few of the buttons on it's face. He didn't look up from what he held as he spoke, "Initial Elasticity Test, one thousand mililiters on each side. Helia, dear, if you could do your thing? I'll let you know when to stop."He paused for a second, then said "Go!"
Since he was so carefully paying attention to the numbers on the display in front of him, Glenn saw nothing of Helia as she began the test.
She rolled her shoulders back, standing at her full height, and began to pull air through the small device over her mouth, which measured the volume of her intake. There was a sound not unlike Darth Vader breathing, as she sucked air through the mouthpiece. Normally, as one breathes, the chest rises and falls with the diaphragm, which, on occasion, can lead to spectacular views of well endowed women. However, Helia wasn't following the normal pattern. She took a deep breath, her chest rose...and then she took another deep breath. She never exhaled. Her breasts filled out with each breath, becoming larger and fuller with each. They began to swell more and more spherical, resembling a child's ball, molded out of human flesh. Her nipples thrust outwards into the fabric of the suit, rising to promenance and matching her breasts' growth.
And the suit? It somehow stretched with her, matching her expansion so that proportionally as much breast was covered as before. This meant, of course, that as Helia grew, more and more tanned flesh became visible, but Glenn was purposefully oblivious, focussing on his device. Even the straps of the suit stretched easily and proportionally, until Glenn's readout beeped, and he said "Stop!"
"That's got it lover...an even thousand cubic centimeters in each--Holy Shit!" Glenn exclaimed, finally looking up from the device in his hand. In the few seconds that his attention had been focussed down, Helia's breasts had nearly doubled in size...making her larger than all but the very largest of the sillicone-bloated strippers in the magazines which he no longer had a reason to read. She stood facing him, hands on her full, womanly hips, and a small smile on her lips, hidden behind the air-flow counter.
The readout slipped from Glenn's fingers and clattered noisily on the floor. The loud sound served to break the spell that Helia was casting over her lover, and Glenn shook himself, as if rising from a trance. "How does it feel, sweety?"
Helia pulled the mouthpiece off over her head and glided over to a cart, setting it down there. The motion caused her to move in fascinating ways, swollen breasts undulating with each step and bobbing a bit as she stopped at the cart. "Feel?" she asked, archly. "I -feel- wonderful, of course. I -love- growing so big and sexy...." Her hand stroked the exaggerated curve of one breast, lingering as she came to the end of the arc, knowing Glenn wouldn't be able to take his eyes off her. "You could feel me for yourself, Mister-Scientific-Detchament, if you wanted."
"If I did that, we might have to finish these tests another time...and you were the one who wanted a new swimsuit for when we go down to Buckroe next week. Come on, how does the suit feel?"
Helia paused a moment, the sexy pout gone from her face for a moment as she considered the question. "Actually, it feels just the same...doesn't feel stretched out at all." She reached forward...further forward than before, and placed a finger under the hem of one of the bra cups. Helia pulled her finger a bit away from her breast, and the fabric stretched easily with her, then snapped back when she pulled her finger free. A small tremor rippled through the supple flesh of her breast. Glenn watched hungrily. "Feels just as elastic as when we started.", she said.
Glenn bent over to pick up the handheld computer and placed it on the cart next to the respirator-sensor, eyes somehow never straying from Helia's expansive chest. Likewise without looking, he retreived the clipboard and made some notes. Of course, Helia -did- have to remind him to turn it so the paper was on the upper side, but anyone can make mistakes.
"Hmmmm..the color looks the tiniest bit faded...makes sense as your breast volume about doubled..and the area the suit had to cover went up by an exponential value of two-thirds....", Glenn muttered as he scribbled.
Helia just smiled to herself again. She knew Glenn was just trying to distract himself by dredging up technical jargon. She also knew that in the long run, it didn't have a prayer of working. Clearing her throat, she reminded him that he should get the second part of the testing ready.
Glenn jotted down a last few notes, taking the extra time to compose himself before looking back up at Helia's exaggeratedly voluptuous form. She was just standing there, smiling at him as though she could see every lustful thought he was having...and she probably could, having known him for quite some time. So he looked away again, this time down the the lower shelf on the larger of the two carts. There, he pulled out a tank that resembled a pair of two-liter bottles in size, and some sort of compact, if heavy, machine. Glenn set about connecting the two with hoses he pulled from the other cart. Finished, he checked a few dials, and turned on a switch. The machine began making chugging noises, and the needle on one of the dials began to steadily go up.
Glenn began speaking again, more to himself and his voice recorder, than for any need to tell Helia what was happening. "This is actually a test in two parts, to determine how the fabric responds to other types of stress. The first part will actually be a continuation of the first one, except that your growth will be much more rapid and extreme." The two of them flashed identical hungry smiles at each other when "growth" and "extreme" left his mouth. "It will do so by building up considerable pressure, mixing it with the tank of water, and blasting the spray into you. This means the growth will be very rapid, and it will also give your breasts considerable mass, in the form of water, for the second half of the test."
"And that second half," Helia interrupted, "is where I get my best to make any hula dancer eat her skirt with envy, right? Let's get to it, then!"
The compressor on the cart chirped once, as if to echo Helia's sentiments and to say that it too was ready to go. Glenn uncoiled a hose from the compressor, and motioned towards the chair. Helia nodded, then picked the flow monitor back up from the cart, and waled over to the chair. In doing so, she swayed not -too- much more than she had to, but she knew the effects would not be lost on her partner. She seated herself, and put the monitor back on. Glenn quickly looked elsewhere becore she could lift her arms to do so, lest the sight call off the test entirely. Once that was in place, Glenn took the end of the hose over to Helia and connected it to the intake port on the monitor. Once fully set up, he hurried back to the compressor and waited for Helia's "hi-sign". He didn't have long to wait.
Helia concentrated on that part of herself, deep inside, that allowed her to inflate. When it was in readiness (always easy when she was aroused, as she was now), she gave Glenn the thumbs-up. Instantly, Glenn punched a button on the compressor's case, and stared avidly at Helia...or more precisely, her bust.
The compressor whirred, and Helia's cheeks bulged out with the sudden surge of pressure. However, that was not all that bulged. In the span of seconds, the air that the machine had compressed, plus the water in the tanks, had been pumped into Helia's breasts. They swelled out unbelievably, becoming fuller and rounder than before. Within the first second, she was larger than any feature dancer, tight with sillicone, had ever been. By the time the third second had been reached, she was bigger than any recorded case of macromastia in the world, except much firmer and rounder. When the fifth second had ended, and the compressor was sputtering, empty, Helia could only be compared to fantasies.
In those five seconds, her breasts had sweeled outwards wider than her elbows could span, and far enough forward that she could no longer see the top front swells of her tits. Her smooth, tanned skin shook minutely with each breath and slight movement she made. Amazingly, despite her incredible and rapid expansion, Helia's skin did not look unduly tight or shiny under the pressure that was filling her out. She just looked bigger than any other woman on the Earth...which was natural, because at that moment, she was. For just a moment, her eyes half-closed and her hands lightly stroked the bared skin around the outside of her breasts.
She slowly reached back around her immense breasts, and pulled the hose/respirator off. "Whufff. That's -always- a rush! Did you get the results you wanted?"
Glenn picked up the readout, and "hmm-ed" a second. "Ah, there we are! Yes, seventy-five hundred millilliters in each breast, with two thousand of that being water. Ready for a hand up?"
Helia shook her head. "I think I can manage, this time." She leaned back a moment, lifting the swollen orbs of her breasts for a moment, and slipped her arms beneath them for support. Then she leaned back, then forward just enough to get momentum and stood, quickly. Her massive breasts wobbled and swayed a bit, but her arms supported her enough that it was minimal. Glenn watched as her hands, so small against the huge expanse of flesh, each kneaded a breast, and knew that what he wanted, more than anything at the moment, was to do the same.
Once on her feet, Helia waited for a moment to let the vibrations within her body die down , then said "Ok, Glenn...how did the suit hold up? I, uhm, I can't see it from back here any more...."
Glenn's jaw worked for a short time, but now sounds came out. Finally, with an obvious effort he pulled his eyes from Helia's bust to her face and said, nearly coherently, "Uhh...What?"
Helia smiled with equal parts exasperation and amusement, and repeated her question. This time, Glenn heard her, and gave the suit a cafeful once-over.
"It looks just fine from here. Expansion of the material is on a par with your own. Maybe a trifle less, but you're still covered enough for the public eye. It's definitely faded a bit as it stretched, but that's normal, and it's not quite as shiny. You know....this might just be the stuff we've been looking for after all!"
Helia nodded, and her breasts picked up on the motion enough to silence Glenn for a moment. "Well, maybe," she said. "But we still have two more tests to run before we can be sure...and I've got an idea for a third test that I'd like to give it after this one. Don't want to count your melons before they're grown, you know!"
Glenn stifled a snicker. "What's this new test you came up with...and does it need any special equipment? We are on a bit of a schedule here, if we're going to get this fabric in production."
"No....nothing special...in fact, after the inertial resistance test, I think that would be the perfect time...and I think I'm about the right size for it as well.. Ok...on with the show, so to speak!"
Glenn stepped back about 10 feet, while Helia moved the chair out of the area. He grabbed a high speed digital camera is he passed the second cart, and turned it on as he moved. Helia, now surrounded by nothing but space, arched her back slightly, and gyrated in place a little. The resulting motions could have been used as illustrations for earthquake movies. Glenn caught an image every half second on the camera. As the test continued, Helia's motions got wilder and wilder, bouncing up and down, swaying side to side, and jiggling in all directions. The water in Helia's breasts gave an added force to her movements, one that normal swimsuits, even if they came in Helia's currently outrageous size, could not withstand. Finally, slightly out of breath, Helia wobbled to a stop. Amazingly, the suit was still intact. True, one nipple had popped free of the confines of the fabric, but after a performance like that, any woman with any breasts at all would have experienced the same thing.
"Wh--well?" She asked. "How did it do?"
"Marvelously!" he replied. "Doesn't look like it was overstressed at all...and that's a compliment to the seamstress, as well! Although...you know...." his voice trailed off.
Helia looked concerned. "What?"
"You know, if I were just to sell these pics across the 'Net, we'd never have funding troubles again!"
Helia growled in mock-anger, and made as if to swing a fist at him...clearly an impossible prospect, as her breasts were far too large for her to get close enough to make that a serious threat. Glenn just laughed and grinned. "Just kidding! I'll get some of the better ones printed out and put in your scrapbook for a rainy Sunday afternoon, or something."
"Or.....something." she agreed.
"So, what's this new test you want to run?" Glenn asked.
"Well," she said, "it occurred to me that there are times I'd need to get dressed -after- I've already...grown. So I wanted to see how well the suit would react to my taking it off and putting it back on."
"So what do I do?"
"Just stand in front of me, while I take this thing off. I suspect I'll needs a hand or two to put it back on. But then, if this were a real life situation, I'm sure I could count on your help no matter what."
If Glenn had been watching Helia's face instead of....other areas, he might have noticed a fairly cunning look pass across her face. She had been feeling increasingly horny as the tests went on, and she wasn't about to leave it to Glenn's sometimes shy nature to give her the relief she wanted. So she had a plan....
Glenn took up position in front of Helia's breasts, which bobbled and shifted a bit as Helia moved around. "Ok...I'm going to untie the top...just let it fall...I need the practice in picking things up that I can't see...then I'll try to stretch it back on me. I'll probably need your help with that part, since now I'm too big to see what I'm doing up front. and catch me if I overbalance."
Glenn nodded absently as he watched the sway and movement of the colossal breasts mesmerized him...the way her curves just flowed into an apparently endless chasm of cleavage. He entertained thoughts of diving in there with a flashlight sometime, but he hadn't yet worked out the details of keeping the flashlight warm enough not to make her shiver while he was in there.
Helia reached back behind herself, arching her back enough to make her breasts halve the distance between them and Glenn. Her fingers traced back along the strap until they found the doubled bow that held the neck and back straps together. The other hand reached back as well until each held one of the two ends that when pulled would release the bikini top from it's elastic bondage. She opened her mouth slightly, and took a deep breath as she pulled the ties open.
The fabric of the bikini, elastic as ever, shot off of Helia's expanded chest as though it were a runner off from the starting block. It shrank as it flew off until it had regained it's normal size, sufficient for a "mere" GG cup. It also bounced off Glenn's torso and to the floor, between the two of them. Helia's chest, now bare, bobbed slightly as she continued breathing normally, and her nipples rose and fell tantalizingly with each breath. Glenn slowly reached up and stroked the firm, smooth underside of a breast and smiled.
"Okay, loverboy. Let me see if I can balance well enough to get that top off the floor." She stepped forward, pressing her breasts against Glenn with enough force that he had to step back a bit. She kicked off a sandal, and felt around with her toes until she came in contact with the suit top. Using her foot again, she picked up the fabric, and shifted around a bit until she was standing, carefully, on one foot. She swayed and wobbled as she slowly lifted the bikini to where she reached her hand down to take it. Predictably, as Helia did this, the round shapes of her breasts moved with her, completely shattering Glenn's concentration. Or perhaps it was the way that her arm pressed into her rounded flesh. In any case, he certainly was not watching Helia's -face- as she grabbed the bikini top, then used her arms to lift her breasts that much more. Before Glenn could ask what she was doing, Helia "lost" her balance, and fell squarely on Glenn, making him fall backwards from the sudden suprise, as well as the added weight thrusting so suddenly against him.
Helia, of course, was planning for this, and had the added bonus of being able to use Glenn for a cushion. He didn't have ay of these benefits, and so was stunned for a short time after the two of them hit the ground.
"Whuuugh?" was the only thing that could be heard from him for a moment. Of course, he might have been more coherent if most of his upper body and head had not been stuffed into Helia's deep cleavage--something she had arranged on the way to the ground. All things considered, Glenn didn't fight his "confinement" too much.
Now that Helia had Glenn pinned to the floor, she dropped the bikini top again--shee had other plans for her hands. She used them to squeeze breast flesh more closely around Glenn's head, for one, and for another, reached around herself to unbuckle Glenn's pants, freeing -his- source of considerable pressure.
By this time, Glenn was coming around and was fully aware of what Helia was up to...so he gave in to the inevitable and completely enjoyed himself. He wrestled around a bit, enough to further stimulate Helia's sensitive breasts. He licked and nibbled his way across each inflated tit, spending considerable time on her engorged nipples. Finally, he managed to work his way free and flipped Helia over on her back, and kept -her- there by the simple expedient of using his weight to straddle her waist...or, rather, her upper thighs, since that was as close as her breasts allowed him to get to that point. Of course, once in that position, and after all that had gone on, Glenn was rather in need of release, and Helia arched her back to encourage him to do so. She was so large, his manhood was nearly lost between her breasts, but his arms and hers both crushed her pliant boobs against his member, and he finally came in a manner to match Helia's prior pleasures.
Of course, this -was- a materials lab, and it didn't stock anything so useful as a towel...so eventually, they both made use of Helia's outgrown lab coat to clean themselves up. While they both looked a bit "rumpled", since they were the only two there, that hardly mattered. Glenn gave Helia a hand to her unseen feet, and they prepared to get back to "business".
This time, Glenn picked up the tossed bikini top. Helia still had a bit of a twinkle in her eye, and he didn't want to chance anything. Besides, as fun as their little romp had been, a bed was certainly more comfortable than the floor, and once they had finished here...
So, cooperating, though not without the occasional grope or tickle, they managed to re-stretch the bikini top back over Helia's bust...even though she had expanded a bit more during their fun. And once on, it -still- felt as though it had plenty more stretch and give. Glenn faithfully recorded all this information while Helia conducted another test to see how well the bikini withstood certain...other pressures. She again shimmied and shook, wobbled and rotated, and basically made sure that no matter what forces she could bring to bear on it through motion, the suit held. Of course, BEBIC had long since learned to have the best possible stitchery for these little tests. The added weight of the water in her breasts made this a somewhat strenuous test, for both the suit and Helia but some things were essentials. Besides...it looked incredible.
After finishing the test, and incidentally collecting some video footage that almost anyone would believe was a special digital effect, Glenn and Helia began gathering up their test materials, leaving only an air tank and the regulator-device off the cart. Of course, as Helia was too wide to fit though the pressure door at this point, Glenn was the one that had to put it away, but neither seemed to mind. Even the chair ended up back in the control room. Once everything was arranged to Glenn's rather fussy satisfaction, the two stood in the center of the main area next to the air tank.
"Sure you want to run this last test, Helia? The suit passes everything so far, and you know you don't get much bigger than this under regular circumstances anyway. I'm always a little worried that..."
"You're always worried, period. I'll be -fine-, lover. Even though we call these my 'balloons'", and she stroked the side of one breast gently, "they -aren't- anything of the sort. They're -me-, and I know I'm not about to pop!"
Glenn let himself be convinced, and walked into the control room, shutting and sealing the pressure door seal as he did so. He sat down in front of the main console, making sure that all the views of all the cameras were aimed squarely at Helia. Then he triggered a microphone, and his voice boomed out to her.
"Get that tank on, Honey. I'm checking the pressure pumps and the compressors now." He hit a few buttons on a keypad to his left, and a row of lights winked green at him, one after another.
In the main chamber, Helia put the respirator mask on once more, this time connecting it to the large air tank. When it was in place, she gave a thumbs-up in the direction of a corner of the building where she knew there was a camera.
Back in the control room, Glenn saw her sign and spoke again into the microphone. "Okay, Hon...turn on the air. I'm starting the air pumps in five...four...three...two...one...NOW."
He saw Helia turn the valve on the air tank to open, and at the same time, he flipped switches under the row of green lights. As he did, each light turned to a solid amber. From the roof above, the sounds of heavy machinery began...going quickly from a low growl to a throbbing hum. Twin gauges chronicled the drop in pressure within the main chamber. Once the drop reached a certain point, a bulb over the pressure door began to glow red, a warning to those who might accidentally open it.
As millibar by millibar, the pressure in the room dropped, Helia began to experience the familiar stretching sensation of when she inflated. Except that this was coming from all over her body. She could still breathe normally, thanks to the tank of air at her feet, but as the air was pumped out, she could feel the air within her seeking the same fate. Since most of the air in her body was in her breasts, it was there that the effects were most noticable. As before, they grew, this time becoming even more spherical, with more and more flesh escaping the confines of the stretching bikini.
But the effects did not end with her breasts. While they were the most malleable parts of her body, they were by no means the sole recipient of her "gift". Her rear began to swell, also, becoming more rounded, as did her arms and thighs. Even her stomach bulged out with the pressure that sought release. All these, however, were secondary to the incredible growth of her breasts.
At this point, Glenn had a far better view of the proceedings than Helia did. He had half a dozen cameras (each taping, of course) from all angles. More importantly, his face was not being obscured by a pair of breasts that now had grown to a size where they were as tall as Helia herself! If she were to stretch her arms as wide as possible, she could not even reach the place at which they began to curve forward. Appropriately enough, each breast was somewhat larger than a weather balloon in size.
Glenn, however, was concentrating on the subject of their tests--the bikini. It was still holding, but barely. It had stretched, and stretched, and now each side of the triangles of fabric were over a yard long. But such an effort was not withough cost. The material was nearly transparent, and looked more like a clear blue film laid over Helia's breasts than an article of clothing. It was also obvious, from Helia's expression, that the bikini was no longer stretching as it had--and each second, the pressure dropped further, ballooning Helia more. Finally, with less than a minute to go in the test, and the pressure almost to the goal of one-quarter normal, the material gave under the stress. The sound of tearing fabric was inaudible against the background of the pumps' roar, but it was obvious from Helia's expression that -she- knew when it happened, even if she could no longer see.
The last few seconds ticked by, and the pumps racheted down until all was silent. In the center of the test room, two near-perfect spheres rested, with Helia's somewhat inflated body, clad only in a bikini thong bottom, between and on top of them. The hose connecting her to the air tank below was barely long enough to reach the 15 feet to the floor, and the only apparent movement was of her breathing.
Glenn waited impatiently for the pressure in the room to reequalize--a process that took a few minutes as Helia had to make sure that sufficient air remained in her breasts that she did not get loose and floppy. Eventually, though, the light above to pressure door went out, and Glenn ran out to Helia.
"You all right, hon?" he called out.
"Just fine, lover. Pity the fabric couldn't hold out just a little longer. Oh well back to the drawing board, I guess."
Glenn stifled a chuckle as he pictured Helia in her current condition trying to reach a drawing board. Helia, knowing Glenn for so long guessed at the cause of his amusement and mimed a swipe in his direction with her fist. Since her arms were nowhere 15 feet long, the fist ended up bouncing off her hyper-inflated breast, making quakes ripple though....much to her delight.
"So, do you have any ideas of what to do while we wait for me to shrink back down enough to fit out through the door? It'll be quite a few hours..."
Glenn nodded judiciously. "Just a sec. Wait here...uh, don't go anywhwere!" he snickered a bit as he ran back to the control room for just a moment. He came back, holding a small paper bag with the logo from a local supermarket on it.
"You know, what with this latest project and all, we've both been under a lot of stress, lately....I was thinking we ought to relieve some of that stress...."
He walked closer to Helia's swollen breasts, pulling a pair of baby-oil bottles from the bag and dropping the paper to the floor. "I'm thinking a little...rub-down might just be in order.
Helia smiled as his hand, covered in oil, stroked across the arc of he right breast, leaving wonderful sensations in it's wake.
FIN