Andrea's Blowup

By Joe Monday

Part One

It was late on a Friday night; Andrea and I were closing up the Valu-Rx store. Andrea worked in the one-hour photo lab. From my desk in the assistant manager's office, I could hear the *pssst*...*pssst*...*pssst* of the air hose as she used it to dust off each negative while she finished off one last roll of film for the night. The store was closed, most of the lights were dimmed, and in a few more minutes we could both go home. I usually spent the weekends at Andrea's nearby apartment. We'd been dating for over a year now, and sooner or later figured on moving in together permanently.

The security monitor showed Andrea working at the photo print machine. She was a cute brunette with shoulder-length hair that framed a heart-shaped face, she had an attractive figure with slightly wide hips and delicious A-cup titties that were mostly puffy nipples. I was already thinking of what I'd be doing with *those* when we got home tonight. From time to time, she leaned over the machine for something, showing her soft, full, derrierre. Mmmmm... I turned away from the monitor to finish the last piece of paperwork.

*Pssst*...*Pssst*...*Pssst*...The air hose kept going.

"Hey! OW! HUH?" I heard a shocked squeal from Andrea. I left the office and hurried out to the photo desk. Andrea was bent over the machine.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I poked myself with this stupid hose when I was checking the machine," Andrea said. "The regular nozzle's broken, and this new one's sharp."

"You OK?" I asked her.

"Yeh, I think so," Andrea answered. "It's caught in my sweater." She fumbled with the nozzle, which had gotten stuck in the yarn of her light sweater. There was a low hiss as she twisted it to get it free.

Andrea's eyes widened. "Hey, What the?..." She couldn't get the hose untangled from where it was stuck in the front of her sweater, just above the waistband of her jeans. She looked in shock as her tummy started to swell. "I think it's stuck in me!" Andrea's belly was inflating like a balloon; in a few seconds she looked as if she had swallowed a beach ball whole. I stood there, transfixed, watching her inflate.

"Come on, turn the air off or something!" Andrea begged. "I can't get this thing out! It's stuck!" Her stomach was still inflating; her sweater was stretching to its limit around her belly; the buttons were ready to pop off.

Something about watching Andrea being pumped up was turning me on. I reached for one of the disposable cameras on the shelf and tore open the package. I started snapping pictures as the buttons tore loose from Andrea's sweater. Her belly ballooned out, free of the confining garment. She was still inflating; the air hose was now clearly visible, stuck in her bellybutton. She was having a hard time reaching it now, as her belly expanded beyond her reach.

"Please! Unnnghhh! Stop!" Andrea moaned. "Turn it off!"

I put the camera down long enough to reach out to unfasten her jeans. Andrea's belly fairly exploded outward as the tremendous pressure being held in by her jeans was released. The air hose broke free in an instant; Andrea leaned against the photo machine and moaned, rubbing the sides of her enormous belly. "Ooooohhh...what's happened to me?" she cried.

"Wow," I said, feeling my pants getting too tight in the crotch. "You might not believe this, but right now, I'm getting turned on just looking at you."

"Looking at me? I'm a blimp!" Andrea looked stunned.

I pushed the remains of Andrea's sweater off her shoulders and down her arms, and unhooked her bra along the way, letting her little titties free. Her puffy aureole were bright pink; her big nipples were erect. I licked her left nipple and sucked it as I ran my hand over her swollen belly down to push her pants and panties down. Andrea's nipple hardened more in my mouth as her body responded involuntarily.

"Look up there," I pointed over my shoulder to the mirror along the wall at the ceiling used to spot shoplifters. Andrea looked at her naked, inflated self in the mirror for a moment. Her expression went from shock to curiosity as she stroked her huge belly.

"Wow," she said after a moment. "You're right. This *is* kinda turning me on." She giggled and tweaked her right nipple as she surveyed her bloated image in the mirror. I fondled her huge belly. It was firm to the touch, but yielding, just like a balloon.

I picked up the air hose and held it up. Andrea looked at it, the at me. I looked at her belly, and back to the hose. Did I dare?

I did. I pressed the hose to her bellybutton again and squeezed the nozzle. Andrea moaned as more air rushed in and her belly inflated more. Soon her little titties were little pink bumps on a huge dome of belly. Andrea moaned and her eyes rolled back as an orgasm built. "Oooooh, god, don't stop. Pump me up. Pump me up... More! Ooooh, Yeah!" I released the hose when her belly stopped growing as fast, for fear of popping her. Her stomach was at least three feet around now.

I got another idea. I grabbed a second hose from the other photo machine. I took both hoses and pressed them to her nipples. The hoses hissed against her nipples for an instant, then her titties began inflating.

"OH GOD YES!" Andrea screamed now. "YES! Blow me up! Blow my tits up! YES!!"

Andrea's A-cups ballooned to C's, then D's, and beyond. They were the size of basketballs in seconds, then watermelons, then beach balls, and rapidly ballooned to nearly the size of her belly before I stopped inflating them.

"Unnnhhh....Unnnhhh....Unnnhhh....Unnnhhh," Andrea panted, fondling her new zeppelin tits frantically as the sensations washed over her body.

I wasn't finished. I turned her around and plunged the hose nozzles into her soft, round buttocks. Andrea's butt inflated with the same force as her tits, swelling at an amazing rate. Her ass grew to tremendous proportions, easily matching her belly and breasts.

I released the hoses and pushed Andrea down, bouncing on her bloated belly, getting momentarily lost in her prodigious cleavage. She writhed and moaned as I hastily pulled off my clothes and fairly dove inside her. It was like bouncing on top of a huge rubber ball.

"YES! YES! YES!" Andrea screamed as the orgasm vibrated her whole inflated body. She jiggled and bounced under me as I shot off a huge load into her steamy hot pussy. I sucked on her incredible inflated boobs and fondled her belly as she finally calmed down from the rush.

"Wow!" Andrea sighed as I climbed down from her considerable bulk and helped her roll and wobble to her feet. She turned around and admired her new form in the overhead mirror, then rubbed her ponderous boobies against me. "I can't wait to go home and do this again!"

"Neither can I," I grinned. But how are we going to get you in the car?

Andrea just giggled until her whole inflated body jiggled.

Part Two

Getting Andrea home was a fairly simple exercise in moving an oversized object in a small car. We chose Andrea's hatchback, since there was no possible way she could fit through a normal car door given her present inflated state. She waddled and bounced her way to the store's delivery door in the back while I raised the big roll-up door and checked to see if anyone else was outside. No one was there, so I helped Andrea wobble down the ramp to the waiting car, where I rolled her up into the back of the car.

"OOF!" Andrea yelped as pushed and stuffed the airbag that was her body into a space never meant to contain it. Parts of her kept pushing and popping out of place as she squirmed and I shoved to get her into the car. Finally, I was able to get her contained and closed the car's hatch. Andrea was an amorphous pink blob pressed tightly against the windows. Hopefully, this late and in the dark, no other drivers would be about to see my bizarre cargo.

I ducked inside the store to close everything up, and grabbed the security tape on my way out, leaving an old "defective" tape in its place so no one would think anything of its disappearance. No way the precious live footage of Andrea's small-screen debut was going to get out of my hands...

We drove the short distance to Andrea's apartment with no incidents, save for Andrea's occasional moan as bumps in the road caused interesting sensations in her inflated body. I parked the car near her door (luckily, she had a first-floor apartment), and again checked that no one else was around to watch. The coast was clear, so I went back to the car. Carefully, I opened the hatch and stood back, which was a wise move. It fairly flew open, forced by the pressure of containing Andrea's temporarily compressed self. Andrea emerged; one part of her at a time--first her left buttock popped free, then her right. She rolled over and her belly burst out of its confinement. Next she slid down off the bumper to let her left tit balloon out to freedom, then her right one exploded out of its confinement and nearly struck me in the head on its way out. Andrea giggled as she rolled to her feet with my help. "Sorry," she laughed, he body quivering enticingly. " I don't want to knock you silly."

I chuckled as I closed the car and led her to the apartment door. Getting her inside took a moment; I had to push first one gigantic tit through the door, then the other, then her belly, and finally the rest of her. She popped into the living room, bounced onto her stomach, then rolled over onto her back, giggling as little waves of pleasure washed over her body.

I closed the door and stripped again, pushing my eager cock into her as I sucked her massive nipples. "OOOHHH! Unnnngh! Yes!" Andrea moaned again and I again as I thrust into her, making her body bounce. Her pussy juices flowed freely as I pumped each load into her; it seemed like I'd never stop cumming. Her enormous blown-up boobs bobbed and flopped wildly as we bounced or way into an orgasmic Nirvana. When our mutual orgasms subsided, we both fell asleep with me cradling one of her balloon-boobs in my arms.

Morning brought a new development to Andrea's condition. Overnight, some of the air in her body had escaped, leaving he skin still stretched, but now her form was softer. Her breasts, which were firm and full of air last night were flaccid and flopped to either side of her chest as she pulled herself up to a sitting position. Her belly was still full of air, but now it rolled over her waist in a flabby cascade of soft pink flesh; her buttocks made a fleshy air-cushion behind her. She experimented with her belly, flopping the limp slab of still-buoyant flesh with her two hands. I picked up one limp tit and sucked on her nipple, which sent interesting shivers all through Andrea's soft but still-engorged body. That was all it took to begin a renewal of last night's sweat-and-cum-soaked episode. I still could not believe how Andrea's distended, grotesque form could be so erotic. Such wonderings quickly were put aside as She buried my face under billows of semi-inflated titflesh. Andrea finally exhausted herself in another series of soaring orgasms. I hastily took a shower and headed back to the Valu-RX. Luckily, Andrea didn't have to work that day. Coming in as she was would make for some mighty difficult explanations...

Part Three

My day at the Valu-RX was short; I didn't have to close the store this night. All through the day I had wondered what had become of Andrea. Would her body return more or less to normal? Or would she remain a cartoonish, stretched-out balloon? I still was amazed at my own reaction. I could still hear her moaning for me to pump her up more as her swelling body tore her clothes away from her expanding belly and boobs. The thought got me all excited again, and I was anxious to see what she looked like when I got back. I was starting to hope she hadn't yet returned to normal.

My hopes were answered when I returned to the apartment. There was Andrea, still a bloated, pillowy pink blob on the couch. Her tits were flat flaps which partially covered her still partially-inflated belly. Her buttocks ballooned out to either side of her, mostly deflated now. She was sucking on the distended nipple of one huge piece of titflesh as I came in.

"Hi, sweetie," she smiled, dropping the tit so it flopped onto her belly, causing both to flop and jiggle. "Ooooh..."Andrea groaned, "God this is incredible." She got to her feet, a mound of flopping, quivering flesh. Her nipples hung down past her waist, or where her waist should have been. Sagging buttocks and belly swayed and jiggled as she walked to me. She hefted her boobs and laid them over my shoulders, wrapping me in their delicious folds of flesh. "I love this. I always wanted to be thin," she said, "But this is the most amazing feeling...blow me up again, please. I want more."

"Mmmm..." I rubbed my hands over the soft expanse of her. "I was hoping you'd want that. Me too." I reached into my pocket and pulled out the air nozzle from the photo lab. "Look what I brought home." I waved the prize in front of her.

Andrea giggled. "But how will you pump me up? We need air for that to work."

"Mmm... I have an idea," I said, disentangling myself from her arms and boobs around me. I rummaged under the kitchen sink, and found he waterbed filler hose and attachments which I knew were there. The nozzle fit on the hose with an adapter I had picked up at the Valu-RX that day.

Andrea watched as I connected the hose to the faucet. She licked her lips as I approached with the hose and nozzle. "Hmmmm..." she tugged at her nipples with both hands. I stroked her belly, bringing the nozzle closer and closer. Andrea bit her lower lip and closed her eyes. I brought the nozzle to her navel; her belly quivered as the metal touched, then penetrated. I squeezed the trigger.

"OHH!" Andrea's eyes opened wide as the water rushed in. Her belly lurched with the incoming rush of water, filling fast. Her limp titties rode atop its swelling girth as Andrea moaned in delight. It filled up bigger than before, a sloshing mass of strangely erotic bloated pink flesh. Soon, the water made it to her buttocks; they swelled outward and pulled her down with the weight. I released the trigger and stripped my own clothes off to free my own raging hard-on.

"Aren't you missing something?" Andrea grabbed one of her still-flaccid tits and waved it at me.

"Oh, no, honey," I smiled, licking the drooping nipple. I put the nozzle to the nipple and started the water again. Her right boob filled swiftly, absorbing the water and filling out to its former distended proportions. When the right one was full, I did the same to the left. Soon, Andrea was a bobbing, sloshing water-balloon. Every movement sent ripples and waves though Andrea's fluid-filled self; she was a waterbed all in her own right--but one with water-balloon tits, each nearly the size of her belly, and a hot, juicy pussy just waiting for me.

I dove into her, deliberately rocking her to make her body slosh and ripple. "Ooooohh... Ohhhh... YES! YES! Oh GOD YES!" she moaned as orgasms exploded inside her, causing even more waves. Bucking, sloshing, rolling with the waves inside herself, Andrea begged for more until we both slept again,

I drifted off, sucking on an enormous waterlogged tit, wondering what else we could do to Andrea's amazing body.