[f, inflation, popping]

The bartender put the drink down and elegant slender fingers picked it up. I turned my head and saw a very attractive woman with long blond hair. Her sparking red dress had caught my eye when she had reached for the drink. She thanked the bartender and then proceeded to walk to a table situated in a secluded corner of the bar.

My eyes darted up and down her figure as she walked back to her table. She was tall and had heels that matched her dress. While her chest was quite flat she made up for it in her rear. I watched as her hips swayed side to side as she carefully walked towards the corner.

The woman sat at her table with the drink in front of her for a while. She seemed to be uncertain about it. Several times she lifted the glass only to quickly put it back down again. Despite her being so far away from me I could tell that her breathing had increased.

Then in a flash she downed the drink in one swig. She closed her eyes and put the empty glass back on the table. She had made her decision. No going back now.

At first it didn’t seem like anything had happened, but I’ve been to this bar many times before. I knew what kind of drink she had ordered. I turned around on my stool to get a better look at her. Her eyes were still closed and it seemed like she was waiting for something.

Then her eyes opened wide and she took in a deep breath sharply. Her chest had begun to grow in size. It was hard to tell at first, but it didn’t take long before it became very noticeable. Her originally flat chest was now sporting a C cup at least. A smile widened across her face and she cupped her growing chest with excitement. She gave them a couple squeezes and her cheeks flushed red.

The bar was loud so I couldn’t hear the sounds of her chest inflating, but I had seen this so many times already that I could easily imagine the rubbery squeaks and the high pitched hissing that often accompanied them as they grew.

Her chest was now past double D cups and her sparkling red dress was starting to feel the strain. As her fleshy mounds grew they were squeezed tight by her dress and began bulging at the sides. You could tell how tight the pressure was by how shiny her skin had become.

Despite their size the woman’s new chest didn’t appear to be getting any heavier. In fact they seemed to be abnormally light and pointed upwards. The woman’s eyes were fixated on her growing breasts. She was absolutely mesmerized by what was happening to her body. She wasn’t the only one. By now the growth had become noticeable and many people in the bar had turned to look at her. She didn’t seem to mind. In fact, I doubt she could even see them at this point. Her face was becoming obscured by her inflating breasts.

The woman began to slowly stand up from her table, her arms outstretched to try and stabilize her balance. She wobbled slightly before bumping the table as she got up. But then something odd happened. It was like she kept standing up, rising way farther than she should have been able to. That’s when it became apparent that she wasn’t standing up at all but was instead being pulled towards the ceiling by her enormous breasts.

Everyone in the bar watched as the woman drifted upwards and out of her seat. She kicked her legs in an attempt to find some solid ground but all she succeeded in doing was knocking over the napkin tray on her table.

The woman’s sparkling red dress which had held on valiantly finally exploded into shreds. As the remains of the dress settled on the ground it became clear that this woman had not chosen to wear any underwear at all. She was now completely naked and ballooning fast. Her chest, now free of constraints, quickly rounded out and inflated to the size of weather balloons. A couple of people who were seated nearby has to get up and move out of the way.

And then for the first time in the loud bar I heard her. As her enormous chest bounced against the ceiling she let out a loud gasp of pleasure followed by a moan that lingered for quite some time. Her right arm moved between her legs and I watched as her legs twitches involuntarily as she began playing with herself. Any embarrassment she might’ve had about pleasuring herself in public was completely gone.

As she began to bounce against the ceiling rhythmically, I took a moment to look around the room. Everyone was watching this performance with intensity, and I even caught a glimpse of a couple women groping themselves. I had to admit, it was an exceptionally hot display.

The woman’s fingering got faster and faster, as did her gasps. She was breathing quickly and making short but loud moans. It was fairly obvious that she was beginning to reach her climax. Her legs twitched and her entire body vibrated.

Her breasts began turning transparent as her skin was stretched thin. Curiously they were completely hollow and I could just barely make out her face again through them. Her bright red lips was opened wide as she continued to cry out in pleasure. Her eyes were shut tight, but then for a split second they opened with surprise and then…

With an ear piercing BANG! the woman exploded into a thousand pieces of pink rubber that swirled through the room like a tornado. Her last orgasmic moan rang through my mind as I watched the woman’s scraps settle like confetti throughout the bar. There was no sign of the woman aside from the piles of scraps and tattered remains of her sparkling red dress.

In the corner of my eyes I noticed a couple women in the room buckle over and let out their own moans. They must’ve reached their own climaxes too if you know what I mean. A number of women brushed off the pink scraps that had landed on them and I watched with delight as they approached the bartender and asked for the same drink the woman who had just popped had.

I leaned back on my barstool and rested my elbows on the counter as I got comfortable. As I watched three women down the drink at the same time I realized that tonight was going to be an amazing night!