After allowing the room to settle, Mr. Lance carried on with this class. “I believe we have enough time for a few more guesses for today’s exercise…” Looking from his vantage point on the desk, his eyes fell on a young woman with dark skin, braided hair and generous bust. “I want someone to guess what Layla, here, was like at age fifteen.”
Within the silence, Jordan quietly said, “Following puberty, Layla’s body developed in a way that allows her to inflate like a balloon without causing harm to her physically.”
From his perspective, Jordan was able to watch as Layla unconsciously shifted in her seat as her body morphed. The first thing he noticed was her skin reflecting more light normal, as if she it were made of a different material. Pushing herself away from her desk, her belly moved outward, causing her t-shirt to crawl upward and her pants to slide down, her bellybutton eventually making an appearance. Higher on her chest, her breasts grew at a similar pace with her belly, her bra altering to contain her new bounty. Bellow, Layla’s legs and butt undergone their own expansion, her pants tightening around her while remaining comfortable. Once her transformation ended, Layla sat with her back arched and her hands casually caressing her belly. A hand rose, and Mr. Lance said, “Go ahead, Mark.”
“Layla started to blow up like a balloon,” said the young man next to his now rounder classmate.
The inflatable woman scowled at Mark, and said, “It’s not that simple. If I concentrate, I can take in more air and inflate myself.” She creaked in her seat, clearly uncomfortable talking about herself in this way. “Though, sometimes it can’t be helped…”
“How come?” asked Mark. He appeared to be genuinely curious.
“Like, you know how sometimes you get hiccups for no reason?” Layla started. Mark nodded in response. “It can be like that, only I blow out of my clothes when it happens.”
Jordan quickly said, “You’re not too embarrassed to show off your ability to inflate, though.”
Layla’s demeanor shifted, and she said, “Of course not. I love to give demonstrations.”
The rubbery woman closed her eyes and started to inhale, only she did not seem to stop. Her breasts and belly slowly expanded outward while her overtaxed pants continued to strain against her legs and ass. The sound of an actual balloon being blown up could be heard from her as she continued to take in air. Her shirt crept up and over her humongous breasts, revealing a bra and its losing battle against the two globes it contained. Meanwhile her pants tore along the seams as her thighs thickened and her ass was gaining surface area beneath her. Another moment passed and Layla ceased her inhaling, leaving her belly roughly seven feet in diameter and resting on the floor and her breasts larger than her own head.
“Most impressive, Layla,” said Mr. Lance. The rest of the classroom murmured their admiration toward their classmate, some even applauding lightly. “Tell us, how do you relieve yourself of all that air?” asked the teacher.
“By simply exhaling,” answered the blown-up woman. She then began to blow out of her mouth, which resulted in her form decreasing back to its original state, albeit in stretched and tattered clothes. Not that she minded.