Title: Eating Light

Autor: Inflate123

     And then, at the table, it happened.  A soft hissing, and

she jerked back in her seat.  "What's wrong?" I asked.

"It's...something...I feel strange."  I thought I saw a ripple

under her dress.  She adjusted her bra and was satisfied with it;

I could still hear the hiss.  Then I saw it -- a slight

swelling by her right arm, for sure, near the bustline.  I could

tell she felt it, whatever it was -- it wasn't my imagination.  I

could see a visible change -- her chest was bigger than before.

And it was growing.  Slowly, but definitely, her breasts were

expanding before my eyes.  "Help me," she said, trying in vain to

cover what was happening.  A few people at the other table

noticed what was going on; they must have heard the hissing.

"It's the implants," she said, horrified.  "Something's wrong!"

Hissing!  It was air, it had to be -- from the breast

augmentation she had.  They told us the inflatable implants were

safe, but as I sat watching, her chest was swelling up like a

balloon.  I didn't have time to postulate why.

     Larger and larger she grew, still slowly, straining her

blouse.  A crowd began to murmur about the woman and the hissing

sound.  She was panicking now, in awe of her own body.  Her

breasts continued to inflate, steadily ballooning bigger and

bigger.  Pow!  A button burst forth from her dress.  Someone

shouted for a doctor...another yelled "She's blowing up like a

balloon!"  She screamed when she heard this, and her dress

exploded another button.  The hissing was louder now, her chest

expanding still larger.  She had swollen from a C to a double-D

in just a few minutes!  I tried to rip part of her dress, but she

wouldn't let me get near.  Incredible cleavage was in plain view

by now, her distended breasts pushing into each other and

inflating further.

     Pow!  A button sailed across the room.  I heard the stitches

from her dress slowly pop and rip, one by one, as her chest

ballooned.  She had reached beyond an F by now, and was almost in

hysterics.  She wriggled free of her torn dress and watched in

horror as her breasts expanded, pumped with air, with no way to

stop them.  "She'll pop!"  "She's getting bigger!"  "She'll

burst!" cried the crowd.  Her sports bra held on as long as it

could, before it too tore from the pressure, stitch by stitch.

She tried to hide her swollen, distended breasts to no avail.

She gripped her chair, as if looking for an anchor...and sure

enough, she needed one.  She began to float! 

     "Oh God, no!" she screamed, as the hissing grew louder.  I

grabbed her and held her down, pushing myself onto her

over-inflated chest.  "The pressure...relieve the pressure," she

moaned, barely conscious.  "How?" I cried, amazed at the sight of

her enormous balloons.  "Do it!" she gasped, as if the

overabundance of air was causing her to suffocate.  I put my lips

to her nipples, and tried to suck the air out.  It was no use.

Her chest had expanded to unimaginable proportions by that

time...she was too big.  She was blowing up too fast, and her

swollen breasts weren't showing any signs of stopping.  The only

thing that kept her conscious was the manic scream of the crowd.

How much further could she stretch before the inevitable?  How

big could she get?

     When would she explode? 

     When would she pop?