[breast inflation, popping]

There was no turning back now. I had just drank an entire bottle of the Pop Palace’s popular carbonated drink. I had watched so many of my friends inflate and explode that I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. I had to know what it felt like!

I felt a pleasant warming sensation spreading across my body. It was like slowly slipping into a warm bath. It started in my belly, but soon it spread to my arms and limbs. I don’t know how to explain it other than it felt comforting.

Then I started to feel a little tickling sensation. It was focused in my breasts and it felt like a thousand tiny fingers gently poking at my chest, but from the inside. With each little tickle I felt my skin stretch a bit and I watched with glee as my breasts began to swell up.

At first they just looked a little plumped than normal. But soon they began to rub against my shirt and stretch it out. I felt my nipples harden as the warm tickling sensation flowed into my chest. I couldn’t stifle a small moan as my shirt rubbed against my sensitive nipples.

In hindsight I probably should’ve taken my shirt off, but it felt so good at first I didn’t think about it. After a few minutes the collar began to stretch out and dig into my neck. I tried to adjust things but it was too tight to even work my fingers in there. It was uncomfortable, but thankfully it didn’t last too long because my ballooning chest managed to rip my shirt apart. That sudden burst of freedom felt amazing, and I didn’t even bother trying to take off the ragged remains of my shirt.

My hands instinctively went up to cup my chest, but to my surprise they were incredibly light. I gently bounced one of my breasts in my hand and was surprised by its tightness already. A low drum like sound emanated from it as it bounced in my hand. I patted both my breasts and it sounded like I was playing the bongos. I giggled to myself and for a moment was distracted with the rhythm I was creating.

The tickling sensation inside me was starting to grow, and I felt giddy all over. I couldn’t stop giggling to myself and moaning. It was such an overwhelming sensation and I loved every minute of it. It was like I was being kissed by a thousand lips all over my body, and my breathing increased as the sensitivity of my skin grew.

Then suddenly I realized something was wrong. My feet were, dangling? For a moment I was shocked back to reality and I kicked my feet. They barely scuffed the surface of the floor and I realized that I was starting to float! I couldn’t see beyond my enormous flesh colored balloons, but I could feel the lack of contract with the ground and for a second it startled me.

Of course that worried feeling quickly subsided as the tickling and bubbling within me continued. I was inside my room anyway, so there was no fear of me floating away into the night sky. I relaxed and let my feet dangle gently in the air as I began rising up and up.

The tickling sensation wasn’t slowing down either. Mixed with the warmth from within me and the sense of weightlessness it started to become harder to not let out whimpers of pleasure. Before long I just couldn’t hold it inside any longer and I started moaning long and loud.

The warm sensation and tickling spread between my legs and my eyes went wide as I realized what was happening. It felt like a dozen tongues gently caressing my pussy and I gasped. My moans came in breaks where I wasn’t even able to make a sound with how intense the pleasure was becoming! My body convulsed and I licked my legs wildly trying to fight off these imaginary tongues to no avail. My head rocked back and suddenly I cried out in pleasure as I orgasmed again and again.

It just wouldn’t stop, and my horniness wouldn’t fade either. In fact it just got more and more intense and I couldn’t even process my predicament. My breasts were the size of weather balloons and I was bouncing on the ceiling with each involuntary convulsion. The sound of bongo drums echoed in the room as I continued to cry out louder and louder.

The noise I was making was masking the strain my breasts were under. If I hadn’t been screaming so much with each orgasm I might’ve heard them creaking and groaning under their pressure. The sensation between my legs blinded me to how full my breasts had become. The bouncing on the ceiling disguised how fragile and delicate they had stretched out to be.

As I came for the last time my eyes went wide and I screamed the loudest I have ever screamed in my life. At the same time there was a thunderous KABOOM! as my breasts explode me into scraps of rubber. My body disintegrated into flesh colored rubber shards and my torn shirt flopped onto the ground. A million tiny bubbles flooded the room as I exploded and slowly began to pop one by one with a fizzing sound of a carbonated drink.

All that remained of me were scraps of pink rubber shards and a torn shirt. The bubbles in the room slowly dissipated as the echoes of my orgasm faded away forever.