Please note: This story involves sexy stuff, a woman being inflated with air for entirely prurient reasons, and really no literary value whatsoever.� It does, however, have a lot to do with enormous, quivering bosoms, so it�s got that going for it.� Read on if you dare.

As Much as She Can Take, Part II

By: Kodos

����������� I awoke to the sensation of Colette's huge belly and lusciously inflated breasts quivering weakly beneath me.� She moved again, sighing uncomfortably.

����������� �Are you okay, hon?� I asked.

����������� �Oh, you're awake, sorry,� Colette's voice came from the darkness, �You just seemed so comfy on top of me there that I thought maybe I could just kind of roll you off onto the bed without waking you up.�

����������� �Don't worry about that; I don't mind moving,� I said, slipping awkwardly off of my girlfriend's expanded figure, trying not to elbow her in any of her more sensitive regions, �I mean, if you're going to let me use you as my own personal air mattress, you should at least expect me to get up when you want me to.�

����������� �Aw, you're so sweet,� she said, sheets rustling as she struggled to sit up, �Sorry again for waking you up; I'm just feeling a little stiff and I thought a shower might help me get back to sleep.�

����������� �Is it because I've been lying on top of you all night?� I can go sleep on the sofa downstairs if you need the whole bed up here,� I offered, feeling more than a little guilty for taking such complete advantage of Colette's recently enlarged endowments, �It's not because I pumped you too full of air, is it?�

����������� �Actually, I think I might have actually lost a little over the last few hours, or maybe my skin's just stretching to accommodate it; I dunno, and I feel like I could hold a lot more than this before I really reached my limits,� Colette said, �I think being this size is just kind of new and my body is still adjusting; like even lying down, I have to hold myself differently from what I'm used to, just because there's so much of me now.� Don't worry, if I wasn't feeling kind of achy and tired, I'd tell you to grab that pump right now and add another thirty or forty inches to my bustline.�

����������� �Well, if everything's okay then, why don't you go ahead and get in the shower?� I suggested, �I'll go down to the kitchen and fetch you a drink, we can both finish getting a good night's rest.�

����������� �And in the morning, you can inflate me until my tits are so huge that just one of them is big enough to sleep on, and then you can fuck me until I really have a reason to feel tender!� But first I have to get out of bed and- ouch!� Colette said, interrupted by the sound of her swollen curves smacking into the nightstand, �I forgot there was a corner there.� Hon, could you come here and turn the light on for me?� I'm still not used to being big enough to knock over furniture that was two feet away from me this time last night.�

����������� �Sure, just a second,� I said, hurrying around to Colette's side of the bed (though really, as big as she was now, both sides of the bed pretty much belonged to her).

����������� I found the lamp in the dark, felt up its shade and pushed the switch.

����������� �Thanks, that's much better,� Colette said, blinking winsomely against the sudden light, �This is going to take some getting used to.� Here, give me some room, I don't want to knock you over with my tits, well, I kind of do, just later when we're doing that kind of thing.�

����������� With a sigh, Colette gathered her strength and heaved herself up off the bed.� She was right; she did look like she had lost a bit of size from earlier, her body looking somewhat softer than I remembered, her very full breasts hanging a slightly lower as she stood up.� All the same Colette remained utterly ravishing.� Freed from the pressure of her lushly enlarged thighs pressing against its round underside, Colette's belly wobbled with its own roundness, so huge and full that even though she was absolutely naked, it stretched down nearly to her knees protected Colette's modesty, at least from in front.� Slightly obscured by her indulgent belly, Colette's hips blossomed out seductively wide, pumped up with so much I wondered how she could even stand up straight, while lower down their breathtaking ampleness diminished only slightly as they led to her thighs, each one as big around as a fat woman's waist, her calves so thick that compared to her petite feet she looked like some kind of obscene but tantalizing exaggeration of femininity.� For all this though, Colette's most bewitching feature was her bust.� Her breasts were each two and a half feet across, and jutting out from Colette's chest almost as far, bloated up like a pair of pink watermelons someone had left on the vine for far too long.� If Colette had a more modest belly, instead of one that made her look like she had swallowed a bathtub full of jello, her huge breasts would have likely covered her body well past her waist, but inflated as she was, her breasts rested lightly atop her full middle.� Even hanging free and naked, they still pressed firmly together in the middle, giving Colette a prodigious chasm of cleavage even in her present state of undress.� They hung over her belly down to her navel, and the fullness below them served only to lift them up even more than their own alluring swollenness would have.� With her belly supporting them, Colette's breasts were laid out as if on display, her delectably plump nipples protruding proudly before the rest of her impressive figure, her sumptuously expanded spheres suspended at just such a height that they fairly begged to be hefted and fondled.

����������� With a lazy yawn, Colette clasped her hands above her head and stretched them towards the ceiling, arching her back as she did so in a way that only served to make her impossible figure even more spectacular.� She rolled her shoulders back a few inches and stepped forwards ever so lightly, letting the rosy tips of her wobbling breasts brush against me, teasing me with her massive belly before she relaxed and smiled at me.

����������� �Ohh, I am going to pay for this in the morning,� Colette said, rubbing her swollen melons as if to console them, �It looks like you don't regret turning my tits into a couple of weather balloons though.� You know, since we're both awake anyway, maybe after I'm done with the shower we could have a bit more fun with my big, bloated, boobs before we call it a night.�

����������� �I'm up for anything you are,� I said, still trying to think of all the possibilities that a woman of Colette's size could offer, �As long as you're not feeling too stiff for another round.�

����������� �Oh, don't you worry,� Colette said, her voice growing sultry as she brushed against me libidinously, �As long as I'm not the only one feeling stiff, now that I'm big enough, there are a few positions I always wanted to try...�

����������� �Well then, stop wasting time telling me about it,� I told her giving one of her breasts an appreciative squeeze, �Why don't you hurry along with that shower so you can show me just what you've got in mind.�

����������� �Mmm, okay, just try to contain yourself until I'm done,� Colette purred, sliding past me on the way to the shower in a way that left no room for doubt that she knew how ready I was to get her screaming again.

����������� Colette moved past me, rolling her lavishly expanded hips as she moved.� I turned to watch her, her every step a lesson in the wonders of excess.� Her ass had been pumped up to delectable proportions, every inch as wide as her broad hips and projecting out a foot and a half behind her.� It jiggled invitingly at her slightest motion, blown up to such incredible size that her thighs seemed small in comparison.� Despite her immense belly, from behind Colette almost had an hourglass shape to her figure; even inflated as she was, her back was still sleek and slender, with two dimples right above where her rear ballooned out behind her.� I could plainly see her huge, round belly stretching out in front of her; it swayed and wobbled as her legs bumped up beneath it with every halting step she took.� From this vantage point, Colette's breasts looked even more gigantic somehow, spreading fully two feet wider than her shoulders to either side.� I found myself fighting the temptation to take her from behind, to wrap my arms around that huge round belly of hers, to feel her overfilled ass pressed tight against me, to be able to reach up and feel the bloated softness of her breasts or reach lower to know the pleasures of hips far too broad to encircle.

����������� I don't know why I held back.� There was just something about her, something that promised even greater delights if I could restrain myself.� Still, I couldn't let such an opportunity pass me by completely.� The air pump lay at my feet.� I picked it up and raised the handle, Colette pausing in mid-stride at the sound.� I pushed it down.

����������� Colette gave a shriek of surprise as the rush hit her, very nearly tripping over the feet she couldn't see.� Her entire body shuddered faintly from the additional volume, her enormous boobs bouncing sensuously as she tried to keep her balance.� As the ripples of motion subsided, Colette turned to me and fixed me with a piercing stare.� She narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips, and for a moment, I was sure I had just gotten myself into a lot of trouble.

����������� �Oh, you naughty boy,� Colette breathed, clearly unprepared for the sudden rush of pleasure, �Blowing me up after I'm already so huge as this, and from behind too, while I'm not even thinking about having my big, swollen tits stretched out even more.� I bet you just waited until I was walking by so you could watch my huge, jiggling ass get even fatter.� Is that all I am to you now, just a big inflatable fuck toy so you can get off watching me fill up with air until I can hardly move?� Did you stop for one moment to think about how I might feel, having you just use me like that, just pumping away until my poor, bloated boobs feel like they're about to burst?�

����������� Silence followed, Colette staring at me as if she expected an answer.� Suddenly her plump lips parted slightly and she shot me a long, lascivious smile.

����������� �I dare you to do that again,� she whispered, before turning away with deliberate nonchalance.

����������� I watched transfixed as Colette took a couple more steps.� She was still obviously getting used to her new size as her ample thighs kept slapping together with each step she took.� She had always had a bit of swing to her hips when she walked, but now that they were pumped up to such fulsome dimensions the effect was wonderfully exaggerated, her immense rear bouncing along behind her.

����������� I gave the pump another push.

����������� �Ohhh!� Colette moaned again, her legs nearly buckling beneath her as I forced her to hold a little more, �You're terrible!� I mean, it might not look like I'm getting that much bigger just from one more push, but every time you do that it just feels like someone's stroking me from the inside; it's very stimulating, and I'm having a hard enough time keeping my balance as it is.�

����������� Colette was almost to the bathroom door, her steps all the more uncertain now because not only was she trying to carry the unwieldy lushness of her figure, but to do so in a way that didn't get her any more turned on than she already was.

����������� I gave her another pump.

����������� �Ohhh! Okay, we need to have a talk about this,� Colette sighed, leaning on the doorway for support, �I wanted to take a shower, get to feeling a little looser and then get a good night sleep, and then in the morning you can blow me up to twice this size and have the best sex anyone ever anywhere ever had.� What you are doing here though, is making me so horny that unless you're ready to take me back to bed, fuck me senseless, and then deal with the fact that my stiff back is going to make me a complete bitch in the morning, it would be a really good idea to just set that pump down for now, and wait for me to come back to bed, okay?�

����������� �Hey now,� I said, quickly laying the pump aside, �Don't make this about me.� You're the one with the huge, sexy ass here.� You can't just wiggle that in front of me and expect me to ignore it.� I'm not made of stone, you know.�

����������� �Well, I guess I can't be too hard on you, I have gotten pretty spankable back there, I suppose,� Colette said, giving her rump a soft slap that resulting in wholly disproportionate amount of quivering, �I can barely wait to get even bigger myself, but unless you just can't bring yourself to wait for more of me, let's just leave things for the morning.�

����������� �Okay, I'll be good,� I agreed sportingly.

����������� �Just don't be too good,� Colette said teasingly, and with that she squeezed through the door and pushed it closed behind her.� It bumped her hip before it could close quite all the way, and I could still hear Colette clearly as she got into the shower.� Water spattered against the tile floor over the faint rubbing and creaking sounds of Colette trying to stuff herself through the glass shower door.� She sighed with relief, and the sound of the water fell to a more muted patter as it fell upon Colette's supple skin.

����������� Alone for the moment, I felt my mischievous streak returning.� I could hear Colette humming contentedly to herself.� It had been a few minutes by now; surely she had to be feeling better.� I looked over at the clock; there was still plenty of time left until morning, and besides, it was Saturday, Colette could sleep in if she woke up with an inflation hangover (I had no idea what she was going to do when Monday rolled around and she needed to go to work; I could only imagine us spending Sunday trying to find something for her to wear, and a Monday at her job spent trying to explain the unexplainable).� Anyway, she was so insatiable now that even if she could hardly stand in the morning, I still expected she'd beg me to pump her up some more.� This was what she'd been longing for for years; I'd really be doing her a favor here by helping things along.

����������� I picked up the pump again and, silently as I could, gently pushed it down almost all the way.� If Colette heard anything, she gave no sign of it.� I could smell her floral soap from the shower, and found myself imagining those massive jugs of hers all soaped up and slippery, her entire body glistening as she rubbed herself down.� There was no turning back now; I gave the pump another push, and then another.

����������� I couldn't risk going very fast if I wanted to keep quiet, but Colette loved a long shower, so I had more than enough time for my work, silently but steadily pumping away, always stopping just short of a complete stroke.� Five minutes passed; I expected this might take her even longer than usual since there was so much more of her to wash now, and judging from how sensitive her inflated assets were, she seemed likely to be taking care of herself extremely thoroughly.� Ten minutes now, the pump was resisting so much that it took a lot of effort just to move the handle.� I had no idea how many times I'd pushed it, but it was definitely enough to give Colette a very big surprise.� Carrying the pump with me, I pushed open the door and walked in.

����������� �Well, decided to join me, have you?� Colette said as she saw me, her black hair hanging wet and heavy against her neck, a playful glint in her eye as she glanced down at her bloated bust, absentmindedly lifting up one prodigious breast so she could wash beneath it, �There's not a whole lot of extra room in here, you know.� But then again, I'm all wet and slippery right now, so I suppose there's some way you could slide in here with me.� Or would you rather pump me up a bit more first?�

����������� Not saying a word, I smiled at Colette, set the pump down in front of me, and forced it down that last fraction of an inch.

����������� Colette screamed as the pent-up air suddenly surged violently into her body.� Her breasts creaked as their burden nearly doubled in the space of a few seconds.� Their rapid inflation pushed her hands away from where she had been washing, her arms now falling helplessly atop her magnificently expanded bust.� Almost too immense for the shower to hold, the wet, pale, straining flesh of Colette's bosom was pressed tightly against the glass, just past her waist and rising to just an inch or two lower than her chin.� Colette's nipples swelled to twice their size almost instantly, her breath catching in her throat as her two puffy rose-colored peaks smacked against the glass so loudly that I winced to think of how that had felt for her.� Colette's belly, I noticed, seemed to have hardly grown at all, and if it had, it was certainly overwhelmed by how phenomenally bloated her breasts had just become.� Behind and below her though, was another story entirely.

����������� As the air gushed into her, the high pressure inflating her forcibly, Colette's hips spread to fill the shower.� In the blink of an eye, they ballooned out another foot to either side, so that even with her fulsome belly, Colette now sported a curvaceous figure of spectacular proportions.� The pump forced her to accept still more, her lush thighs doubling in girth, quivering with fullness as there was suddenly not enough room for both her legs beneath her, knocking Colette off her feet.� The same sort of creaking sound that had accompanied her breasts being distended to their new dimensions came from behind her, and I saw that Colette's ass now filled what little free space had remained in the shower.� No longer merely projecting out behind her, it now bulged slightly upwards, though at the same time its immensity seemed to overwhelm that of her legs almost to her knees.� As the last of the air flowed into her body, I heard the moist, supple skin of her rear squeaking against the slick glass.

����������� Even if she hadn't had her feet forced out from under her by her own expanding body, Colette could hardly have kept standing at this point.� One glance told me that this had all been simply too much for her to endure all at one; that first scream of surprise and ecstasy had been all she could muster, and now she had fainted clean away, held upright only because she was now wedged in place by her massive endowments, her face resting in the soft expanse of her cleavage.� The muted patter of the water was the only sound now; with her taking up the entire shower, few drops managed to spatter against the tile, and the sound of the shower against Colette's skin had a slightly higher pitch, a result of the growing pressure contained within her.

����������� I realized I had taken things too far too quickly.� As a wave of concern washed over me, I stepped up and tapped gingerly on the glass.

����������� �Colette, hon, are you okay,� I asked, half worried she wasn't going to respond and half worried that she was.

����������� �Mmmmm?� she murmured, the sound of her voice muffled by the pillowy depths in which her face was buried.� I noticed a small river was collecting in the valley between her breasts, flowing forwards, and finally cascading against the glass walls like some erotic, miniature waterfall.

����������� �Um, are you, I mean, are you feeling alright, and everything?� I asked again, greatly relieved that whatever was going on, she certainly seemed to be in no discomfort.

����������� �Ah, ooh, what did you just do to me?� Colette sighed, managing to raise her head, �Oh, how long was I out?�

����������� �Uh, just a few seconds, I think,� I told her, very happy that we'd made it this far without any drama.

����������� �Oh, my, gosh,� Colette breathed, her eyes focusing on me at last as she lifted her face out of the moist chasm she had been resting in, �I just came so hard I thought I was gonna die there; how much did you just pump me up with?�

����������� �Actually, I'm not really sure,� I admitted, �I was trying to be quiet enough that you wouldn't hear me in the bedroom, so all I really know is that it felt like about as much as the pump could take.�

����������� �Look at my tits!� They're so bloated they feel like they're about to pop,� Colette sighed, caressing her expanded orbs with naked adoration, �Oh, this just keeps getting better and better!�

����������� �So, you're not, er, angry at me?� I ventured, feeling that this was turning out even better than I could have hoped, �You're not going to be sore in the morning?�

����������� �Well, I'll only be angry with you if now that you've taken me this far you don't come in here with me and see just how much attention the twins here can handle,� Colette said with a lustful wink, �And as for being sore, if I'm not absolutely raw by morning, I'm going to be very disappointed in you.�

����������� �I thought you said there wasn't enough room in there for the both of us before all this,� I pointed out, gesturing to Colette's massively enlarged form, �Do you really think I can fit in there now?�

����������� �Well, it is going to be an awfully tight fit,� Colette said with a seductive smile, �But I bet you'd be willing to slip into a tight place or two for me, and besides, for as big as you've made me, I'm still so very soft all over.� I'm sure you'll be able to make room.� Now get in here.�

����������� The shower door was hard to push inwards, but Colette tried to give me more room, leaning back so her vast bust wasn't squeezed up quite so tightly against it.� Even so, just opening the door resulted in a trembling wall of wet boob bulging out through the narrow gap.� I pushed the door in further, and Colette gave a sudden cry.

����������� �Oh! Okay, maybe this isn't going to be as simple as that,� she confessed, �Here, let me twist around a bit more, then maybe you'll be able to- ooh!�

����������� As she turned her body, one of her swollen nipples popped through the open door.� The sensation must have been overwhelming because Colette suddenly slipped forwards, closing the shower door tightly around her fattened nipple, thick enough that it still managed to hold the door a good three inches open.

����������� �Oh, fuck, oh it pinches!� Colette gasped, �Dammit, it hurts so much I, I think I'm coming- Ahhh!�

����������� Colette was obviously trying to yank her engorged peak free, but by now she was simply in no condition to control her lust-swollen body.� I leaned against the shower door, trying to push it in enough to free Colette, but it was no use.� She was trying to lean away from the door, trying to pull herself free, but all that did was tug on her throbbing teat that much harder.� I tried to push her back into the shower; Colette's nipple was nearly as big as the palm of my hand now, it's rosy red color growing deeper by the second, too slippery to get a grip on, and pulsating tautly as our efforts only made it more and more rigid and sensitive.

����������� �Stop it!� Colette gasped, �I'm already so horny I think I'm gonna explode!� Don't just stand there playing with it; you've got to do something!�

����������� I didn't know what to do.� Colette was desperate for help, and I was worried that if she didn't get unstuck soon she was going to hurt herself.� All the same, seeing her like this, imprisoned by her own inflated body, nearly delirious with desire; it was a huge turn-on.� If she was only screaming a little less; if only she didn't really look to be afraid of what was happening to her, I think I would have picked up the pump and seen just how much she could really take.� As it was though, I already felt like I was going to be in serious trouble come morning, so I did the only thing I could think of- I took a few steps back and threw myself at the door as hard as I could.

����������� I felt the glass hard against my shoulder; surely it was going to shatter.� The door swung reluctantly inward, Colette's breasts creaking alarmingly as if they were being squeezed in a vise.� I lost my footing, felt something huge and wet and warm and slippery enfold me, and when I opened my eyes a moment later, found myself face to face with Colette, held snug between her mammoth mammaries.

����������� �Mmm, well, that's better, now isn't it?� Colette said beguilingly, giving her shoulders a little shimmy that made her enlarged breasts pulse with soft insistence on either side of me, �Thanks for getting me all stuffed back in the shower here; is there anything I could possibly do to repay you?�

����������� �I don't know, what did you have in mind?� I asked knowingly, quite sure that Colette already had a few ideas of her own.

����������� �Well, before we get into my thoughts I how I might reward you properly, how do you like me now?�� Colette asked, pressing herself towards me.� Her massive breasts bulged up around me and as she leaned in I felt her round belly pushing warm and supple against my body.� She smiled, �My poor little tits are just so awfully distended now that you've blown them up again, and they're just so wet and sensitive I can't even tell you how happy I am that you're in here with me now.� Here, hold me tight and come a little closer; I promise I won't pop if you come give me a squeeze and I want you to enjoy your big, horny inflated girlfriend.�

����������� I tried to wrap my arms around her, just under her expansive breasts and above her full and yielding belly.� I drew Colette in closer, and I felt her belly pressing down against me.� Colette moaned, so hot now she could hardly contain herself.� A few inches more, she turned her face up towards mine, her lips plump and red and sensual.� We met; a long, unhurried kiss, her mouth as warm and welcoming as the rest of her body as we enjoyed an endless moment of unadulterated bliss.� At last she pulled away from me.

����������� �Well, you hardly have to tell me what you think now,� Colette teased, �I didn't think I was in any danger of popping, but with you poking against my big balloon tummy like this, I might have to be a bit more careful after all.�

����������� �Sorry, you just-� I started, �You're just so incredibly sexy like this; it's really hard not to-�

����������� �Shh, not another word, lover,� Colette whispered, pressing herself even more insistently against me, sighing longingly as she ground herself against me, driving me harder against the underside of her swollen belly, �Oh, I want you so bad right now too, but I think I've just gotten too big in front for us to do this standing up.� If my ass weren't every bit as big as my tits are, I'd say you should just take me from behind in here, but I'm already so hot and wet that if I don't get you inside me soon, I'm going to lose my mind.� Here, love, why don't you get back to bed and wait for me; I'll get out of here somehow.� Oh, and take the pump with you; but don't you dare use it unless you want to make me so delirious with lust that I'm liable to smother you between my big, swollen, flesh balloons while we're fucking.�

����������� �Oh, okay,� I said with a smile, �I think I understand.�

����������� �Mmm, that's good,� Colette said with a smile, �Now you run along and wait for me while I try to get out of this shower without shattering the glass or pinching my poor tits any more than you already have.�

����������� Without waiting for another word from me, she leaned away from the door so I could open it again.� This time my timing was better; I managed to slip out without catching any of Colette's more delicate bits, though the force of her inflated figure against it did slam it so hard I was sure the glass was going to crack.� I picked up the pump, closed the bathroom door behind me and, still dripping wet from the shower and Colette's envelopingly moist embrace, sat on the bed to wait.

����������� A moment later I heard the water stop, then the sound of the shower door being opened.� I could hear Colette swearing under her breath as she tried to force her sumptuous figure through that narrow door, and for a moment I felt a twinge of regret that I had been the one to inflate her so suddenly while she was in there.� All the same, she had hardly complained about it, and the fact that she was probably going to hold me down and ride me until I was numb from the waist down as soon as she got free made it hard to really think about anything else.�

����������� I could hear stretching and creaking sounds coming from the bathroom now; I tried to resist just taking a quick peek.� I heard the rubbery sound of taut, wet skin against glass, a muffled gasp of discomfort, and I remembered the air pump sitting right in front of me.� It was horrible that I was even thinking about doing it, right now when she was already so huge she could hardly get out, but it was all I could do to keep myself from grabbing the handle and giving it a few pumps.

����������� I heard the door shut again, the sound of sodden footsteps across the tiles, and then the bathroom door opened and Colette forced herself through.� Her hair was a mess, her eyes blazing with desire.� Now that she had escaped the confines of the shower, I realized just how much more I had filled her with.� Her breasts, supported slightly by her indulgent belly, extended out in front of her so far that Colette could barely see beyond her mammoth bust.� Even supported as they were, her breasts hung slightly past Colette's waist, every jiggle of her round tummy causing them to tremble sympathetically.� Colette's hips were now so broad I was amazed she had even been able to get them through the bathroom door, much less out of the shower, her enormously swollen thighs barely any narrower at her knees than where they met her hips, and her feet looked completely unequal to the task of supporting such a round and fulsome figure as Colette now boasted, especially with her calves swollen thicker than a circus fat woman's thighs.� As she stepped to the side and leaned against the wall, breathless from her efforts, Colette's gigantic ass bulged out behind her.� It flattened slightly as she put her weight on it, and from the front the effect was just as if it was inflating right before my eyes.

����������� �Do you see what you did to me?� My right boob has this big red mark on it from where you caught me in the door!� Do you have any idea how that's going to be bothering me tomorrow?� I just hope being this huge doesn't make me bruise more eas-� Colette began, interrupted by me giving the pump a solid push that left her gasping for air, even as more of it flowed into her body, �Oh! Oh, my go-ohhhh!�

����������� As enormous as she already was, one more pump didn't really make that much of a difference in her size.� All the same, with every nerve in her body taut and straining with uncontainable desire, Colette could hardly keep from collapsing.

����������� �Oh- oh- so that's the way you want it then?� Colette said huskily as she made her tottering way towards me, swinging her spreading hips provocatively, �So if I'm not big enough for you already, how much bigger do you want me?� Are you going to pump me up until I can't even fit through the door without you to help me stuff my big, bloated tits and my huge, jiggly ass through?� I already feel like I'm so close to being there; just fill me up a little more and you'll get your wish.�

����������� Smiling silently, I pushed the handle down again, my expanded girlfriend staggering mid-step as more air hissed into her body.

����������� �Hmm, okay, that not enough to satisfy you?� Colette asked, biting at her lip, �Well, why don't you take things a bit further then?� Blow me up some more- keep pumping it into me until I'm trapped in here, until no amount of pushing or straining will get my fat funbags through that door.� Just imagine, I'd be stuck here until it wore off enough for me to come out again, and meanwhile I'd be trapped in here with you.� We could just stay up here, having all sorts of fun, and of course, you'd probably want to keep me filled up enough that I couldn't get out until you got tired of having your huge, inflatable girlfriend ready and willing any time day or night.�

����������� This was getting interesting.� I gave the pump another push.

����������� �Oh- my- oh, alright, that much me still not enough to satisfy you?� Colette panted, having faltered halfway to the bed by now, �Well, I guess since I'd already be too inflated to get out of the room you might as well just blow me up until I couldn't even walk any more.� I mean, where else would I even want to go as long as you were here to bring me a few meals a day and fuck me silly?� Just imagine me with boobs so bloated I could hardly see in front of me, and a belly so huge that I'd have to stand on my toes to keep it from touching on the floor.� I'd like to think my ass would be so enormous by then that I could just sit on it like a chair- it isn't like any furniture would fit me with my hips blown up wider than I am tall.� Mmm, I can picture it now, me just sitting there on my huge, fat ass, my legs spread as wide as they could go with my belly filling up the space between them, rubbing between them as you climbed up on top and just titty-fucked me right between my tender, overfilled boobs.� Oh, it makes me so hot I could come just thinking about it.�

����������� I couldn't tell which was getting Colette more turned on, the pressure inside her steadily increasing, or that fact that she was starting to get really carried away with just how far this could go.� As she waddled lustfully towards me, I gave the handle another push.

����������� �Ah, I- I never thought you'd go for this as much as I did,� Colette admitted, pausing to stroke her expanded chest appreciatively, �But I guess if we're going to go that far, why not just keep pumping me up until I really am too big to move.� Just imagine me, lying naked on the floor, with my tits so overfilled that you could sleep on either one of them like a huge, warm, wobbly pillow.� I'd hardly be able to roll over without your help; I'd be pinned between my massive belly in and my ass, and my thighs would be so gigantic I couldn't even think about keeping my hips straight or my legs together, lucky for you.� I'd be absolutely helpless by then, far too big to move, but still light enough that you could do anything you wanted to me.� You know, if you wanted you could try filling me up with helium or something to make me even lighter.� You know I'm kind of a plumper though, so it would take a whole lot of it to lift me off the ground.� Just imagine me trapped against the ceiling, my skin stretched to its limits, my poor titties creaking like a pair of balloons about to burst while you had your way with me; You could probably think of a few ways to have fun with me if I was huge and weightless, though you'd have to be awfully forceful just to get inside me, I'd be so fat and full all over with all that air in me.� But then again, maybe I still wouldn't be big enough for you?�

����������� Just how big was she willing to get?� Just since she got out of the shower, Colette had become noticeably larger.� Even with her boobs hanging free, they were starting to billow up towards her face, and her thighs had gotten so large that even if she hadn't been half-mad with desire, walking still would have been a challenge for her.� She clearly wasn't in her right mind now, and the kindest thing to do at this point was clearly to put the pump aside, give her a good lay, and hope that in the morning her desires would be reduced to more modest proportions.� Then again, she seemed to want this so very badly, and who was I to tell her no when she was enjoying every second of this?� I gave the pump another push.

����������� �Ahh-yessss!� Colette sighed as still more air flowed into her billowsome figure.� Finally losing her balance completely, she collapsed against me, her lush, overfilled breasts nearly overwhelming me.� Colette's skin still glistened from the shower, and since her legs had failed her utterly, she continued to slide downwards until she was kneeling at my feet.� I heard the underside of her belly rubbing against the wood floor as she tried to get comfortable; her rear had been enlarged to such dimensions that Colette's feet simply disappeared beneath its vastness, especially since it bulged out sumptuously as she sat back on her inflated haunches.� Her breasts enveloped my legs almost completely, holding me tightly in the warm embrace of her boundless cleavage.� Her face was level with my waist, and from the way she stared at me hungrily, she was definitely pleased to see that I was every bit as eager about this as she was.� Finally, Colette gazed up at me, her eyes imploring and lustful.

����������� �So, I guess you're not going to be happy until you've filled me up until I'm ready to pop?� I think I could go along with that,� Colette said, stroking her titanic boobs invitingly, �Just imagine, pumping me up with more and more, until I nearly filled up my entire room here.� Just think of how much pressure I'd be under; I bet my big, soft boobs would be getting pretty firm from being forced to hold that much air.� Of course, I'm sure if you squeezed me hard enough, but the pressure inside me would be immense; just a little pinch would probably make me feel like I was ready to explode, and I'd be so swollen inside that no matter how gentle you were, I'd be holding my breath every time you entered me, terrified that that big cock of yours would be too much for me, just too much for your delicate, overinflated girlfriend to take in.� I'd be totally immobile and helpless by then, you understand, just lying there on the floor begging you to be gentle with me, my boobs and belly stretched tight as a drum because of what I'd let you do to me.� Just the weight of you climbing on top of me would be enough to send me over the edge, my huge, overstretched breasts creaking with excess, or my gigantic ass groaning as you hammered away at me.� I can see it now; my tits blown up as big as a couple of weather balloons, stretch marks showing where they'd already been terribly overfilled.� That wouldn't stop you though; you're just as into this as I am now, aren't you?� You'd probably just pick up the pump and inflate me more and more, until I felt myself getting ready to burst and just had to beg you to stop.� My voice would barely be a whisper; I'd be paralyzed by the sheer pleasure of it, frightened by the sound of by boobs straining at the seams.� You could do anything you wanted to me, I'd tell you, and while it's not like I could stop you anyway at that size, I'd promise to go along so very willingly.� Any fantasy you could imagine, anything you could dream of doing to your submissive, overinflated girlfriend, I'd take it all, just as long as it meant you wouldn't pump me up any more.�

����������� Colette paused to lick her lips, looking downward to be sure that I was still interested.� A glance was more than enough encouragement for her to continue.

����������� �Of course, maybe I'd be a bad girl and make you work to have your way with me.� Even if you inflated me until could barely hold another breath of air, I might still give you a hard time when you were trying to fuck me, wriggling my overfilled ass around so you'd have to hold me down to have your way with me, or squeezing my huge, swollen thighs together so you'd have to force them apart and tie me down if you wanted to take me.� Of course, I can be a real handful when I put my mind to it, I'm sure you could find creative ways of keeping me docile and obedient.� Just imagine the look on my face if I was being naughty and you picked up the pump and just started pumping and pumping, but never quite all the way down.� My entire body would already be quivering with excess; just throbbing with pressure and there you'd stand, smiling at me as you pumped more and more, not even saying a word because I'd know that if you just pushed that handle down another half an inch all that air would just come rushing into my huge, inflated body, stretching me with more than I could possibly hold.� I wouldn't say a word, I'd be afraid to breathe for distracting you, even as the pump started to resist more and more, since we'd both knew just how much it was building up, and how easy it would be for you to release it all into me in an instant.� Finally you'd be done, the pump charged with so much air even its sides would be bulging, and you'd look at me, just daring me to be a little smartass, to resist you even a little.� And I'd just have to surrender, already filled to bursting and desperate for you not to let that much air into my tender, overinflated body.� I'd be so meek and compliant you'd think I was a new woman; I'd let you fuck me in ways you can't even imagine; I'd beg you to act out your deepest fantasies in me, anything, without a word of protest or a second of resistance, just as long as you didn't push the handle down that last little bit.�

����������� Colette smiled wickedly, reaching out across the vast expanse of her bust and grabbing me lustfully, �But of course, I'd be so immense by then that in the throes of our passion, the pump might just get hit anyway.� Over my moans of ecstasy, we'd hear the clink of the handle, the sudden rush of air, and then we'd find out just how much I really could take.�

����������� �You really don't want me to blow you up until your boobs explode, do you?� I asked, finding the idea of taking Colette to the very edge of what her body could take almost as exciting as it was frightening.

����������� �Well, maybe I don't want you to take it quite that far, at least not just yet,� Colette demurred, her enormous breasts jiggling on either side of me, �When I get all hot like this- it's just hard to keep from getting carried away.� Please, though, that can all wait for later; I'm so wound up I feel like I'm about to snap; come on and give it to me, good and hard!�

����������� �Okay,� I said with a smile, now that Colette was getting down to business, �You need a hand getting into bed here?�

����������� �Oh, no, I can manage that part,� Colette purred, �You just lie back and get yourself comfortable, because I'm going to ride you like there's no tomorrow.�

����������� Tugging my feet free of Colette's cleavage, I lay back on the bed and watched her drag herself into position.� The way she moved her lusciously pneumatic figure was incredible, the way she struggled to get up on her hands and knees when her expanded belly and her gigantic breasts filled the space in front of her body so completely.� Panting with unquenched desire, Colette straddled me.� Her breasts billowed out so far that when I looked up all I could see was their swollen undersides, her belly supporting them just inches away from my face.� Even though she was still poised above me, Colette's thighs pressed together so soft and full that it was nearly like being inside of her; I grew stiffer at the feeling, while her belly pressed down against me with fertile insistence, her entire body quivering with barely-contained lust.

����������� �Mmm, this is more like it,� Colette's voice murmured from somewhere beyond the vast pair of melons suspended over me, �And here I thought you were ready before- well then, if I accidentally smother you with my big, bloated, balloon tits while we're fucking, just give me a pinch and I'll try to restrain myself.�

����������� And without waiting for a response from me, Colette parted her swollen thighs slightly, gave into gravity's pull, and sheathed me inside her body.� There was a moment of resistance as her inflated lips reluctantly parted to let me in, but she was so wet, so completely ready for this that I slid into her easily.� Her enormously enlarged ass slapped against my legs, while the voluptuous roundness of her belly pushed more insistently down on me, her huge breasts jiggling all the while.

����������� �Oh, fuck, I need this so bad,� Colette cried out, bucking her spreading hips against me, �Oh, I'm so full inside now too; it feels like you're a foot and a half long, I can hardly stretch myself enough to take it all in!�

����������� Arching her back and trying to force me deeper inside of her, Colette leaned back, her huge breasts bouncing uncontrollably against her belly as she rode me.� Even though we had only just started, it was obvious that she had been dragged to the brink of climax and held there for far too long.� I struggled to keep control as she gladly surrendered to the desires of her sumptuously inflated body.

����������� �Please- don't stop; lift up your hips higher!� Colette gasped, �Oh, I'm coming so hard, don't stop- you've got to give me more!�

����������� She leaned forwards now, pinning beneath her enormous breasts.� The only way I could still breathe was that Colette's cleavage spread apart as she pushed her bloated bust against me.� She was lifting that humongous ass of hers as high as she could; I felt myself almost slipping out of her each time right before she hammered herself down around me, tightening around me, her soft flesh pounding against me until I was sure I was going to lose it.� She kept leaning forwards, her round belly pressing against me more and more firmly until I heard it, a faint hiss of air moving through Colette's body.� Even though she was bent forward until her breasts splayed out awkwardly across the bed to either side of me, the pressure of her belly against me stayed the same.� I realized what was happening the same instant that Colette screamed it out.

����������� �Yes!� Give me more! Blow my tits and ass up until they're ready to burst!� she screamed, �Kiss me; I want to feel your tongue!� Come on, grab my belly, squeeze it as hard as you can!�

����������� Letting go of the double handful of boob that I had been hanging on to, I reached lower and felt Colette's belly full and firm against my fingers.� Earlier in the evening it had been enlarged until it stretched out well beyond her knees, and even now it still felt absolutely huge, bulging out to her sides as she fought to push its burden into more pliable regions.� I sunk my hands into its expansive bulk and squeezed.� I felt Colette's belly giving way, shrinking as the force against it grew.� The hissing sound grew louder now, and I felt the rest of her body shuddering as she willed herself to keep going.� As she kept riding me, Colette's ass was expanding steadily, slapping against my thighs, then my knees, then lower still.� Her breasts groaned like overstretched rubber; growing firmer as they pressed against me all the more firmly, straining to endure what Colette was doing to them.� Her thighs fattened on either side of me; I could only imagine how wide her hips must have been by now, her body squeezing and stroking me tighter and tighter as Colette convulsed on top of me.� I don't think I'd have even been able to fit anymore except for the fact that she was so surpassingly slick with longing that she could have taken twice as much as I had to give her, though the way she was going, that probably would have been too much for her fevered mind to endure.

����������� �Yesss! More!� Please, more!� Colette begged, her breath coming in ragged, tortured gasps now, �Harder, harder!�

����������� Far beyond caring how roughly she was treating herself now, Colette only wanted more, as if her own lust was flogging her to do things to her body tested its very limits, the creaking of her distended breasts and her forswollen ass of whipping her towards even greater excess.� Her breasts throbbing with overfullness now, Colette's face came into view between them.

����������� �Oh! I'm almost there!� she screamed, pounding herself down on top of me, her breath warm against my face, �Come on!� Squeeze my belly harder, I want to hear my tits stretching while I come!�

����������� The sides of her belly now bulged out distressingly, and I splayed my fingers out across the furthest reaches of Colette's expansive middle and pushed as hard as I could.� Colette whimpered with ecstasy as her belly surrendered.� The rush of flowing air grew to a muffled storm inside of her, Colette's belly now rapidly deflating as the air within her was forced into more accommodating regions of her anatomy.� Her ass billowed outwards until I felt it smacking against my feet when her vast hips surged down on me.� She clenched herself around me again, her inner depths squeezing me desperately as her body strained to cope with what we were doing it.

����������� �Oh my, oh-I feel like you're about to split me in half,� Colette gasped, writhing on top of her exquisitely overinflated boobs, �Come here, I need you more.�

����������� Roughly widening the gap between her two quivering mountains, Colette reached forward and pulled me in close.� Her breasts were spread outwards at a painful-looking angle, but it seemed like now pain and pleasure had melted together into one thing for her.� Our lips met, hers moist and lush and sensuous.��� A moment later her eagerly probing tongue pushed its way to mine and murmuring voicelessly Colette rode me as if she'd die without me inside her.� It felt like an eternity that we were locked together like this, dragging each other ever closer towards one last, mind-shattering moment of release.� I realized that Colette could hardly breathe like this; her mouth pressed to mine, her massive breasts pushing up against her chest so hard that she couldn't inhale.�� At last she released me, sitting straight up on top of me, gasping for air between her cries of pleasure

����������� �I don't even know how many times you've made me come,� Colette whispered weakly, �But please, just give me one more.� Give it to me so hard that I won't be able to get out of bed in the morning, come on!�

����������� Colette reared back as far as she could.� The supple skin of her vast behind pressed against my feet, her enormously enlarged breasts slapping together, burying me beneath their fantastic immensity.� Wriggling her broadened hips, I felt myself nearing the end.� With all her strength Colette was impaling herself with me, her entire body quaking and shuddering with every impact.

����������� Ohh, Ohhhhh, I'm coming- it's too much- I can't-!� she cried, her entire body trembling as wave upon wave of bliss filled her body to overflowing.

����������� It was more than I could take, with one last thrust, I felt myself explode inside of her, a few more moments of wild, indescribable pleasure slowly fading into serenity.

����������� Colette still straddled me, all the tension now drained from her body.� Her skin, from her titanically enlarged boobs to her spectacularly inflated ass, glistened with sweat, and I could still feel the waves of heat pouring from her body she gingerly tugged herself free.

����������� �That- that was incredible,� Colette sighed as she awkwardly climbed out of bed, her exhaustion and her newly overfilled breasts conspiring against her.� Still trying to catch her breath, she finally stumbled onto the floor, planted her feet as firmly as she could beneath her, and smiled at me.

����������� �So, how do you like me with an hourglass figure?� She asked, beaming at me, �You did notice it's not just my boobs that are getting all big and juicy, didn't you?�

����������� The realization struck me.� All the air that we had forced out of Colette's belly was staying right where she wanted it.� Her hips were nearly five feet across now, a boundless expanse that was mostly beyond the reach of Colette's fingers.� Her ass projected out behind her so far that I fully expected her to knock the nightstand over if she turned around, so huge that it seemed to have just sort of taken over her thighs from behind.� Her breasts hung like two pink, overinflated zeppelins against her body, obscenely distended and hanging just past Colette's knees at their lowest, her nipples turgid and visibly quivering, but with each one easily three feet beyond her reach, I knew how I'd be helping, or possibly tormenting Colette with in the days to come.� She pushed her boobs apart a little, baring a belly that was hardly any more generous than it was before all this had happened.� As Colette ran an appraising hand across its smoothness, I looked a little lower and saw that her womanhood remained swollen with lust, her lips plumped up and straining with such fullness that even with her legs together, they still exposed the rich, glistening pinkness of her femininity, her body inflamed into perpetual readiness, simmering and pulsating with desire, so that even the slightest amount of stimulation was more than enough to leave Colette at the mercy of urges that drove her to crave excess which knew no satiation.

����������� �I think I could get used to having you like this,� I said laconically, �You don't think you'll get tired of being as big as a parade balloon, do you?�

����������� �Oh, I sure hope not,� Colette enthused, her body wobbling invitingly every time she moved, �This is the most incredible thing I've ever felt; I don't even want to think about stopping.� In fact, as long as you don't think there's too much of me to handle already, I want you to blow me up even bigger tomorrow.�

����������� �I suppose I could handle just a bit more of you,� I said, �Just don't expect me to treat those melons of yours too gently, no matter how big they get.�

����������� �Mmm, really, now?� Would you still be rough with me even with me completely at your mercy?� She asked, before pausing and shaking her head, �Okay, that's enough sexy talk for now, I'm exhausted and I need to get some sleep, and it's hard for a girl to calm down when her labia is pumped up so full she feels like she's about to burst, because if we keep talking about this much longer I'm going to end up twice this size and ten times as worn out before we even get back to bed.� Come on, just cuddle up next to your big inflatable girlfriend for now and get some rest.� I'm all warm and soft and huggable, you know.�

����������� Colette reached over to pat the mattress next to where she sat, only to discover that she was so huge now that all she could reach was her own lush body, and settled instead for patting her thigh invitingly.� And with that, she lay down, ready for me to join her.� As I walked around the bed to get to my side, I spied the air pump laying on the floor.� Even before I've moved, Colette seemed to have read my mind.

����������� �Don't even think about it, love,� she said with a certain teasing firmness, �You can blow me up all you want tomorrow, but for tonight why don't you take that downstairs and leave it there until morning, just to help us both resist temptation?�

����������� �Okay, I'll be good,� I gamely shouldering the pump and carrying it downstairs to the front room.� As I climbed back up the steps a bright flash lit the window for an instant, and I heard a distant rumble of thunder approaching.

����������� When I got back to the bedroom Colette was already asleep.� I pulled a blanket over us and lay close against her.� The blanket was ridiculously unequal to the challenge of covering her nakedness; Colette's boobs proudly jutting out a couple feet beyond the edge of the bed.� Her hips tilted at a sharp angle, Colette's huge ass was pressed up insistently against me, her skin soft and warm and yielding.� I reached around her waist and pulled her in tight, savoring the smell of her hair, and before I knew it I drifted off to sleep myself, just as the rain began to spatter against the bedroom window.

����������� It felt like several hours later when Colette suddenly pulled free from my arms with a violent start.

����������� �Honey, are you awake?� she asked, her voice heavy with concern.

����������� �Wha-what time is it?� I asked groggily.

����������� �I need you to wake up; this is serious,� Colette insisted, �I don't know how, but I'm inflating again.�