CreamBalloons-R18-3
CreamBalloons Redux 03
Interlude
Cream had a quiet breakfast of toast and juice, but still felt hungry. The medication she started taking just last night would affect her appetite. She looked outside at the snow continuing to waft down from her bedroom window, then back to her computer screen, looking over the fanart that she'd received from her fans. Images of her with massive balloon breasts, carefully rendered to make it look real. She recorded herself masturbating to her favorites sometimes and even doodled some smut in response, too. She thanked everyone for their support, squirming on her chair and showed everyone that she was ordering more body modifying medication. As expected, it was met with complete support and even more money, letting her afford a complex vacuum pump modified from milking equipment. It was for her nipples, she had written.
She kept squirming, the fat dildos still inside her, but visited the restroom to drain the body-warmed water from them, but before she did, noticed that they slid out when she gripped their wide stopper plugs. Without thinking much more about it, she pulled out the dildos smoothly, the massive lengths reaching halfway down her legs, only kept inside her by the wide rim of their cockheads. Cream squatted down on the bathroom floor, sitting down slowly, feeling them slide smoothly into her body. She smiled, rubbing her groin, panting, pleased with herself merely for wedging such massive toys into herself. It felt wonderful to her, being so tightly stuffed, but she sighed, knowing that she had to take them out eventually. Cream drained them, took a morning shower and washed them off, too.
When she got dressed, she decided to wear one of the outfits that some of her more wild fans had made for her. It was very sporty and not too unlike what some of the classmates in her dream had worn. Athletic lingerie with patterned arrow designs that emphasized her curves whenever she stuffed her top. She threw on her camera for a quick little video, inserting some of the new balloons she nicked into her flashy top and stuck some of her large, false nipples to them, adding to the realism. Each nub was 2 inches long, making for a lovely pair of bulges. The top was perfect for it, too, so snug to her lithe chest that the nipples shown through just as clearly as when it was being stretched out.
On days where she knew she'd have the house to herself, she'd drag a hose from the bathroom, so that she could fill up with warm water wherever she went. She laid in her computer chair, idly rubbing her fake breasts as they grew, filling her hand, then overfilling it as she calmly fingered herself straight through her stretchy hot pants. She twisted over, pressing her soft, fat balloons against the chair, showing off how big they were getting, spreading out beneath her arms until they were the size of basketballs. Cream rolled back over, showing how outrageously huge her bosom was, kept held aloft by the top, and started fingering herself rapidly, moaning theatrically and froze, gasping in a faux-orgasm.
She was about to turn the camera off, but the telephone rang. Without thinking about it, she hopped up, huge breasts swinging up and batting her in the face, sloshing audibly as she clumsily wobbled downstairs. Cream didn't even realize that the garden hose trailing from the small of her back was still attached, still feeding water into her top.
"Hello? OH! Mom! How are you?" Cream stammered, "Oh no! I'm just tired from trying to shovel all the snow from the front door! It's so much!" Cream blushed, watching her breasts pushing out further from her body, slowly but steadily, the weight building, the huge nipples clearly visible. She stomped on the hose, grunting. It helped slow the growth, but added a vibration as the flow sputtered.
"Oh no, you still can't get out? That's awful! Well, everything's fine here. It's just really boring because I can't go out. Well, I hope you stay safe. The storm is supposed to let up soon though."
Cream's fake breasts were bulging out from under her top, spreading across her belly now, each orb nearly 2 feet across and deep. Water was trickling down her body from the imperfect seal on the split-off smaller hoses. The 'necks' of the balloons were expanding, making it seem that her areolae were swelling up.
She gasped gently, biting her lip,"Y..yes, there's plenty of food. Y-y'don't have to worry about me anymore mom! I'm n-not a little girl anymore!" She leaned up and rested her massive breasts on the kitchen counter, insisting, "I've even got my eye on an apartment! I've been saving up all my money and I'll even get a better job soon!" She blushed, thinking of the nice little home she'd make, with the studio in back for all her bust-boosting video.
She could feel the well-meaning smile through her mother's voice. Okay, sweetie.
"Well, I love you, too. Stay safe okay?" Ok. Click. Cream leaned over into the sink and started masturbating, her breasts filled the sink to the brim, squeezing over the edges. She gasped to herself, thinking she should record this scene one day. Higher and higher her bosom rose, bulging over the collar, pressing against the sink's faucet. The balloons were so huge that she couldn't reach over them and when she tried to pull away, found herself completely stuck. She blushed, stomping on the hose again, slowing the flow to a trickle and managed to reach behind herself and kink the hose.
She tried to dig one of her hands in beneath her breasts, but it was squeezed flush to the rim of the sink. She lubed her hand a bit with some dishsoap and managed it. Standing on the hose, she got both arms in beneath her huge balloons, feeling how firm they were as she lifted them free from the sink. The faucet hooked the collar of her top, pulling it down! She froze, lifting one arm up and jabbing at the collar till it snapped free, slapping the balloons with just enough force to knock the girl off balance. When she hit the floor, her false breasts splayed out to her sides, pancaking, and exploded. Her top snapped back, just as tight as before, and squeezed the multiple gallons of water out of every opening in the shirt, gushing geysers that drenched the entire kitchen. She sat there, water dribbling everywhere, from every thing. She stood up, put the hose in the sink, disrobed, and spent the next couple hours drying everything off.
Cream sat down for lunch, heating up much more than normally, and had her 'supplements' with it, too, reading the side of a bottle of pills claiming to encourage lactation, another bottle that was full of injection serum for more tissue development and elasticity. There were numerous medications, numerous high claims and she took the entire regimen along with her multiple course meal. What was bizarre was that she didn't feel full at all, but didn't feel hungry any longer. She stretched out the collar on the plain shirt she was wearing, looking down at her nipples. In a moment of wonder, she walked to the freezer, opened it, and took an ice cube out and pressed it against her breasts, watching in amazement as her nipples grew even larger,.
"They're. They. They grew!" Cream laughed, smiling. So thrilled by the possibilities, she eyed the kit of body modifying drugs, feeling a rush over her as she wondered which one she should push. She shook her head, felt the room spin, and leaned against the fridge for a minute, keeping it all packed up for now. She felt like she was on a ship, wobbling along the side of the hallway with the heavy case of meds in hand. It felt like an anchor. She fell into bed, the last memory being how blurry everything looked, like paint drooling out from an image.
When she awoke, it was dark. She rubbed her eyes, the room lit up by the amber glow of city lamps and snowfall. Yes, the blizzard had come and gone, but it was still a storm out. She moaned, rubbing her head. She still felt dizzy, staggering into the bathroom to get aspirin and noticed something strange. Her clothes didn't fit. She wasn't sure what had changed, looking over herself, breathing deeply, getting unreasonably panicked and passed out. The world spun upward. She collapsed on the floor mat.
She awoke again, feeling much better and looked down over herself. Her clothes were even tighter! This time it was obvious. Her hips had widened. Her legs were longer, and her torso.. Her entire body had grown! She even had breasts. They were only A cups, soft, gentle slopes, but it was clear now that the medication was working, and not just bottle-fulls of side-effects.
She realized it was morning when the phone rang again. Another call from Vanilla! She'd be home in a few hours. Her memory flared up about some of the lies she'd told, and bundled up, grabbed a shovel and spent that time digging through a snow drift nearly her own height. It was interesting at first, digging through mountains of snow, but soon became miserable. She wasn't even sure why she bothered. None of the neighbors had.
Vanilla returned, and they both ate a large dinner that she'd prepared at the office cafeteria. It was awkward for Cream because as she was enjoying the lavish meal, asking for seconds and thirds, eyed a rubber nipple behind the fridge, wedged there between the walls.
"Goodness, you're eating so much, Cream!" Vanilla said, glowing.
"Mmn! It's so good! I've had nothing but TV dinners!" Cream was playing with her food a bit, nervous about a few things. She was wearing clothing that used to fit her loosely helping conceal her growth spurt. She finished eating, and started in on cleaning the dishes before Vanilla could leave the table. Vanilla poured herself a glass of wine, filling the cup and taking a drink, sighing, "Thank you, dear. It's been quite a week."
"Mmhmm! I know it isn't my turn, but y'know!" She shrugged, smiling, and snagged her prosthetic nipple, stuffing it into a pocket. It took a few glances to realize she didn't know where the other one was. At least Vanilla wasn't picking up on the tension emanating from her daughter, and in reality, Cream hadn't grown enough for anybody else to know unless they measured her.
"Hmm, so you're still thinking of moving out? Closer to the city right?" Vanilla said, a light airiness to her voice, a little regretful. "It'll be a little lonely here, but I understand." She was already halfway through her first serving of red wine.
"Yes, mom, and I'll be sure to visit often, and it isn't too far away!" Cream conceded, although they both knew it would only be on holidays that they'd see eachother. Despite outwardly being a momma's girl, even Vanilla picked up on Cream's desire for independence.
Vanilla, for being stuck at work for so long, was just as prim, apart from her slight wobble as she finished up the generous cup, pouring another. She smiled crookedly, laughing, "Well ok, but you'll always be my Creamie. Those city boys are all business, if you know what I mean. So watch out."
Cream stiffened up, laughing nervously, "Y..yeah I kno... erm! I will!"
Vanilla laughed in her mirthful fog, always delighting in embarrassing her daughter. Cream felt something at her feet and glanced down, snagging up the other piece of evidence from her explosion in the morning.
"Oh, I just noticed something!" Vanilla said, tapping the table, each knock slowing down time for Cream's worries. "Did you clean the kitchen? Everything's... glowing..."
Cream paused, calming her voice just enough not to sound nervous, "Yes, I did! The internet went out, so I had a lot of time on my hands and every place was closed because of the blizzard and.. Y'know. It's something that has to be done."
Vanilla was clearly drunk at this point, "Thanks, sweetie. I really will miss you, you know."
That was that. Vanilla sat down in the living room, watching shows that she had recorded away from work, but fell asleep within the hour, hand laid next to an empty wine glass, only a red residue left in the bottom. Cream brought her a blanket, feeling doubly awkward because of the sexually-overcharged dream she had a few nights earlier, letting her gaze linger on her mother's substantial bust. She couldn't help but let her hands linger, through the blanket... as though it were a moral shield, on her soft bosom, too.
Vanilla sighed in her sleep and Cream recoiled. "Thanks, Creamie," she muttered, slurring. "Sleep well, Mom," Cream whispered, and she tiptoed to her room, feeling less shame than she expected after feeling her mother's big breasts.