[inflation, bubblegum, popping, f, multiple]

Hannah admired herself in the full length mirror in her dorm room. She had heard stories of a mysterious mime that could inflate people with just their silent gestures. Obsessed with this strange vigilante, Hannah had decided to try dressing up as a mime.

She wore black form fitting slacks, black and white dress shoes, a black and white striped long sleeve shirt, white cloves, black suspenders, and a black French beret. To complete the look she painted her face white with black eyeshadow and lipstick.

She giggled to herself and posed a few times, admiring her handiwork in the mirror. She made a few goofy faces and pretended to speak without sound.

Without a thought she put her hands out around an imaginary handle and pressed down as if she was using a bike pump. Instantaneously her chest suddenly plumped up under her shirt with a loud FWOOMP!!

Hannah was stunned. She stood in front of the mirror, frozen in place, eyes wide with surprise and alarm. She carefully reached up with her gloves and touched her new chest. It squeaked like rubber and sent a thrilling shudder of pleasure through her body. After regaining her composure she stared at her new chest in silent disbelief.

It worked?

Hannah bit her lip. She reached her hands out again and mimed pushing down the handle once more, only this time much much slower. In sync with her pressing, her chest grew tighter and larger. The pleasure this time came much slower and she moaned until she finally stopped pressing the imaginary handle down completely. Her suspenders were now digging into what were watermelon sized boobs.

As the second wave of pleasure subsided, Hannah had a thought. She walked to her dorm room window and looked out over the campus grounds. She fixated her eyes on a lone woman sitting on a park bench reading a book. Hannah mimed putting a stick of gum in her mouth and pretended to chew it. Then she pursed her lips and pretended to blow a bubble while staring intently at the woman.

Just as she had suspected, the woman began to swell up all over. With each imaginary puff the poor woman ballooned into a giant pink sphere with hands and feet wiggling helplessly. She was clearly very confused about her sudden expansion. Her head was almost swallowed up by her tight round body.

Hannah took a gloved finger and jabbed it in the air, miming as if she had just popped her bubble. With a wet KASPLOP! the woman on the bench exploded into a pile of pink goo.

A woman that was nearby and who had watched the poor girl pop came into view. Hannah mimed throwing a dart at her and with a BANG! she burst into scraps as well.

Hannah took a step back from the window and looked back at her mirror. She looked at her exaggerated figure and balloony bosom. She bit her lip again as a dangerous thought entered her mind.

Hannah stood directly in front of the full length mirror and began miming pumping the imaginary bike pump once again. At once the pleasure took over and she whined as her body quickly began to balloon out in all directions. Her suspenders snapped as her breasts surpassed beach balls and her pants split at the seams as her ballooning butt burst through them. Her arms plumped up like sausages and her head sunk into her swelling figure.

Hannah’s eyes were wild with anticipation and excitement. She’d never felt this horny before and she couldn’t get enough of it. She kept pumping and pumping. The pressure inside her began to grow. She heard the warning creaks emanating from her body but she disregarded them and kept pumping.

Fast and faster she pumped as the pressure inside her grew and her skin stretched tightly. Her body quivered and shuddered and she raised the imaginary handle bar up high into the air.

She took one last look at herself in the mirror, all distorted and round like a huge weather balloon with hands and feet. She plunged the handle down and came instantly, letting out a scream of orgasmic delight that cut off unexpectedly with a thunderous KABOOM!

Tattered scraps of black and white clothing littered the dorm room floor. A black French beret dangling off the side of a full length mirror.

There was no sign of Hannah.