Inflatable Girl
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~BBW, Inflation, Relationship - a confident BBW recieves a present that leads to an expansive but fulfilling relationship
Sometimes, it feels as though one more loud, unfriendly city day will drive me into permanent hibernation. While these are, sometimes, the sights and sounds I love, other days leave me re-thinking my uphill climbs and chilly neighbors ... particularly today in the wake of work tensions and my single minded desire to exit my cubicle, find the nearest bakery and hole up in my apartment until everything starts coming up roses again.
But, of course, I made it through the day ... solved everyone else's dilemmas and looked, with longing towards a three day weekend of lazy debauchery and creature comforts. So at the close of my workday, and I can always hear the mellifluous strains of Thin Lizzy's Jailbreak floating through my head when the five o' clock whistle blows, I made my ascent home with a retiring sense of relief.
As I entered the Subway I noticed the same guy I'd seen all week seated across from me in the car. He looked directly at me and smiled as though we were old friends. I smiled back, out of politeness or habit, but his acknowledgment did take me aback. Not being an average woman I am not accustomed to acknowledgment or attention from men. Thought I've always considered myself pretty I've never really come across a man who could appreciate my rather generous build. It always seemed an obstacle, even though I felt perfectly confident in my 6ft 275lb frame.
I had always been told, by men, that my size was intimidating and it was easier for them to be with someone more fragile. While I certainly had a desire to find a willing partner, I had no interest in creating an air of fragility ... I far preferred finding someone who wasn't afraid of the challenge and who might even find it attractive if i was bigger or stronger than them.
I became so wrapped up in all of these thoughts that I almost missed my subway stop and only noticed it was approaching when the handsome stranger across from me got up to exit. Funny, but I didn't remember him getting off here before, but maybe I just wasn't paying attention.
I decided to stop for a drink on the way home at my favorite neighbor hood dive, The Rainbow Room. It must have been quite a place in the 50's, but now it was home to all of the street denizens and remaining old timers from the neighborhood. Still, with a great jukebox and cheap beer it was the most relaxing hangout I'd found. The yuppie wine bars left a lot to be desired for a girl like me.
I ordered my usual and put some quarters in the jukebox, which hadn't been updated since 1962, and sat on my favorite stool to relax and melt away the stress of the day. The bartender put a shaker of salt out with my beer and I smiled and remembered days spent at the VFW with my grandfather. I loved the secret knowledge we both shared even though we were decades apart.
When I looked up I saw handsome train man sitting at the other end of the bar..smiling just as he had on the subway. I shot him a half smile, half puzzled look as I'd surely never seen him on my turf before. he bowed his head into his beer and let me study him for a moment.
So I tried to figure out his operation..was he following me, was he interested? I decided to finish my beer and mull over it during the weekend. I had a great dinner waiting to be cooked and a stack of DVDs, I just didn't have the energy to play cat & mouse with a stranger ... though, he did peak a sense of adventure in me I hadn't felt in a long time. I also started to feel a wave of sexual prowess that had been dormant for a while. As I turned to leave, I felt his eyes on me and i made sure to walk as slowly & sensuously as I could towards the door, I could feel him staring at my ample ass and I felt a power and pride I hadn't experienced in a long time.
As I approached the door to my apartment I noticed a basket of flowers and gifts on my doorstep. I was sure I was seeing things but when I bent down to read the card it simply said, "A bountiful gift for a beautiful woman" and was signed "an Admirer".
I carried the ornate basked inside and could barely conceal my excitement at it's contents ... it had every single edible thing I loved as well as my favorite flowers. Someone would have had to have studied me for a long time to have known all of this. I straddled the line somewhere between flattery and shock. And, in the sweetest Alice in Wonderland , twist there was a bottle simply labeled "drink me". I decided to take a shower, let it all sink in and decide what sort of intentions these gifts were meant to have.
As I stripped out of my work clothes I felt more beautiful than I had in years. I let my hands linger on my sizable thighs and calves as I eased my stockings down and felt the soft roundness of my ass as I slid my panties down. I took stock of the fullness of my breasts and how beautifully they laid and how my belly was round and soft and fuller than I remembered ... but beautiful. The water felt exquisite against my skin and I surrounded myself with it's caresses.
I remembered how secure I felt in my frame and how unafraid of my size i was.
I would be equally fearless if I was twice this size, I thought and then I heard the phone ring. I snapped out of my day dream, threw on a towel and hurried to answer it.
"I hope you like your gifts" said the very masculine voice on the other end of the line.
"Well, I haven't had a chance to try them, but..."
"I didn't think you had...I don't mean to sound so forward, but I'd love to share them with you"
Throwing all caution to the wind I agreed and it seemed like he was at my door as soon as I'd had the chance to compose myself and get dressed.
Our shy greeting soon gave way to a warm exchange of interests and desires...before long I found myself telling him all about my fearlessness of my size and how much I desired a partner who could keep up with me no matter what size I was. His eyes lit up at that exchange and he went to the kitchen bringing back the "drink me" bottle I puzzled at earlier.
He handed it to me and, without thinking, from the sheer intensity in his eyes, I took a sip ... I felt disappointed the there was no sudden revelation ... then I started to feel a subtle change ... a shift ... I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I touched my hand to my cheek and it felt fuller somehow ... my clothes started to feel constraining somehow ... I started to feel alarmed that I was allergic to whatever I had ingested ... but he assured me that this was a perfectly normal side effect of what I had imbibed and I could enjoy all of it's benefits without fear.
When I stood up I noticed that everything felt heavy and tight. I waddled over to the mirror and was stunned by the sight of my frame literally expanding. It was slow enough...but not so slow that I couldn't see my breasts popping out of the fabric of my shirt and my thighs and calves straining beneath the fabric of my skirt.
It was equally frightening and exciting. There was an omnipotence to this growth and the look on my partners face, of pure bliss, gave me all the encouragement I needed. I rubbed my expanding belly as it puffed past the band of my skirt and I ached at the tautness of my cheeks, reddened and shiny as round as apples.
I felt almost unable to move my limbs independently as my middle expanded for what seemed like forever. I grew and grew and the feeling was incredible ... pleasurable even ... as though I could encompass everyone and everything. I willed myself to get even larger, dwarfing the furniture and expanding to the point where I could consume the things around me with my size. I felt as though I could pop at any moment.
"Having fun?", said my companion.
"I've never felt so incredible ... I must be 900 pounds maybe more ... but I think I'm going to burst ... and how will I get around how will I work I'm as big as the whole room?" (and indeed I was as he had to talk to me from the kitchen.)
But his smile said everything as he showed me a small pink package marked "eat me" ... I had neglected to see it in my earlier inspection of the basket.
He popped the contents in my mouth...nearly having to vault them in as I had expand to such massive proportions...and, as quickly as I had grown I could feel myself returning to my natural size. The deflation was strangely disappointing and that must of registered on my face.
"Don't worry, we can do this as often as you're willing," he offered cautiously ... and the pleasure truly hit me...how could I ever have a bad day again when I knew I could come home to this. The feeling aroused me beyond belief.
"Can I even do it again tonight?" I asked.
He smiled his acknowledgment and I breathed a sigh of relief for this new found discovery.
I grinned slyly and asked how soon.
The Gift
by Inflatable Girl
by Inflatable Girl
Sometimes, it feels as though one more loud, unfriendly city day will drive me into permanent hibernation. While these are, sometimes, the sights and sounds I love, other days leave me re-thinking my uphill climbs and chilly neighbors ... particularly today in the wake of work tensions and my single minded desire to exit my cubicle, find the nearest bakery and hole up in my apartment until everything starts coming up roses again.
But, of course, I made it through the day ... solved everyone else's dilemmas and looked, with longing towards a three day weekend of lazy debauchery and creature comforts. So at the close of my workday, and I can always hear the mellifluous strains of Thin Lizzy's Jailbreak floating through my head when the five o' clock whistle blows, I made my ascent home with a retiring sense of relief.
As I entered the Subway I noticed the same guy I'd seen all week seated across from me in the car. He looked directly at me and smiled as though we were old friends. I smiled back, out of politeness or habit, but his acknowledgment did take me aback. Not being an average woman I am not accustomed to acknowledgment or attention from men. Thought I've always considered myself pretty I've never really come across a man who could appreciate my rather generous build. It always seemed an obstacle, even though I felt perfectly confident in my 6ft 275lb frame.
I had always been told, by men, that my size was intimidating and it was easier for them to be with someone more fragile. While I certainly had a desire to find a willing partner, I had no interest in creating an air of fragility ... I far preferred finding someone who wasn't afraid of the challenge and who might even find it attractive if i was bigger or stronger than them.
I became so wrapped up in all of these thoughts that I almost missed my subway stop and only noticed it was approaching when the handsome stranger across from me got up to exit. Funny, but I didn't remember him getting off here before, but maybe I just wasn't paying attention.
I decided to stop for a drink on the way home at my favorite neighbor hood dive, The Rainbow Room. It must have been quite a place in the 50's, but now it was home to all of the street denizens and remaining old timers from the neighborhood. Still, with a great jukebox and cheap beer it was the most relaxing hangout I'd found. The yuppie wine bars left a lot to be desired for a girl like me.
I ordered my usual and put some quarters in the jukebox, which hadn't been updated since 1962, and sat on my favorite stool to relax and melt away the stress of the day. The bartender put a shaker of salt out with my beer and I smiled and remembered days spent at the VFW with my grandfather. I loved the secret knowledge we both shared even though we were decades apart.
When I looked up I saw handsome train man sitting at the other end of the bar..smiling just as he had on the subway. I shot him a half smile, half puzzled look as I'd surely never seen him on my turf before. he bowed his head into his beer and let me study him for a moment.
So I tried to figure out his operation..was he following me, was he interested? I decided to finish my beer and mull over it during the weekend. I had a great dinner waiting to be cooked and a stack of DVDs, I just didn't have the energy to play cat & mouse with a stranger ... though, he did peak a sense of adventure in me I hadn't felt in a long time. I also started to feel a wave of sexual prowess that had been dormant for a while. As I turned to leave, I felt his eyes on me and i made sure to walk as slowly & sensuously as I could towards the door, I could feel him staring at my ample ass and I felt a power and pride I hadn't experienced in a long time.
As I approached the door to my apartment I noticed a basket of flowers and gifts on my doorstep. I was sure I was seeing things but when I bent down to read the card it simply said, "A bountiful gift for a beautiful woman" and was signed "an Admirer".
I carried the ornate basked inside and could barely conceal my excitement at it's contents ... it had every single edible thing I loved as well as my favorite flowers. Someone would have had to have studied me for a long time to have known all of this. I straddled the line somewhere between flattery and shock. And, in the sweetest Alice in Wonderland , twist there was a bottle simply labeled "drink me". I decided to take a shower, let it all sink in and decide what sort of intentions these gifts were meant to have.
As I stripped out of my work clothes I felt more beautiful than I had in years. I let my hands linger on my sizable thighs and calves as I eased my stockings down and felt the soft roundness of my ass as I slid my panties down. I took stock of the fullness of my breasts and how beautifully they laid and how my belly was round and soft and fuller than I remembered ... but beautiful. The water felt exquisite against my skin and I surrounded myself with it's caresses.
I remembered how secure I felt in my frame and how unafraid of my size i was.
I would be equally fearless if I was twice this size, I thought and then I heard the phone ring. I snapped out of my day dream, threw on a towel and hurried to answer it.
"I hope you like your gifts" said the very masculine voice on the other end of the line.
"Well, I haven't had a chance to try them, but..."
"I didn't think you had...I don't mean to sound so forward, but I'd love to share them with you"
Throwing all caution to the wind I agreed and it seemed like he was at my door as soon as I'd had the chance to compose myself and get dressed.
Our shy greeting soon gave way to a warm exchange of interests and desires...before long I found myself telling him all about my fearlessness of my size and how much I desired a partner who could keep up with me no matter what size I was. His eyes lit up at that exchange and he went to the kitchen bringing back the "drink me" bottle I puzzled at earlier.
He handed it to me and, without thinking, from the sheer intensity in his eyes, I took a sip ... I felt disappointed the there was no sudden revelation ... then I started to feel a subtle change ... a shift ... I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I touched my hand to my cheek and it felt fuller somehow ... my clothes started to feel constraining somehow ... I started to feel alarmed that I was allergic to whatever I had ingested ... but he assured me that this was a perfectly normal side effect of what I had imbibed and I could enjoy all of it's benefits without fear.
When I stood up I noticed that everything felt heavy and tight. I waddled over to the mirror and was stunned by the sight of my frame literally expanding. It was slow enough...but not so slow that I couldn't see my breasts popping out of the fabric of my shirt and my thighs and calves straining beneath the fabric of my skirt.
It was equally frightening and exciting. There was an omnipotence to this growth and the look on my partners face, of pure bliss, gave me all the encouragement I needed. I rubbed my expanding belly as it puffed past the band of my skirt and I ached at the tautness of my cheeks, reddened and shiny as round as apples.
I felt almost unable to move my limbs independently as my middle expanded for what seemed like forever. I grew and grew and the feeling was incredible ... pleasurable even ... as though I could encompass everyone and everything. I willed myself to get even larger, dwarfing the furniture and expanding to the point where I could consume the things around me with my size. I felt as though I could pop at any moment.
"Having fun?", said my companion.
"I've never felt so incredible ... I must be 900 pounds maybe more ... but I think I'm going to burst ... and how will I get around how will I work I'm as big as the whole room?" (and indeed I was as he had to talk to me from the kitchen.)
But his smile said everything as he showed me a small pink package marked "eat me" ... I had neglected to see it in my earlier inspection of the basket.
He popped the contents in my mouth...nearly having to vault them in as I had expand to such massive proportions...and, as quickly as I had grown I could feel myself returning to my natural size. The deflation was strangely disappointing and that must of registered on my face.
"Don't worry, we can do this as often as you're willing," he offered cautiously ... and the pleasure truly hit me...how could I ever have a bad day again when I knew I could come home to this. The feeling aroused me beyond belief.
"Can I even do it again tonight?" I asked.
He smiled his acknowledgment and I breathed a sigh of relief for this new found discovery.
I grinned slyly and asked how soon.
