Perched on the Loon

Certainly. I have DeviantArt.

"There must be some kind of misunderstanding," Bailey said as she backed against the office wall. She'd had been offered a new job in advertising for a major sports team, she thought that it would be her start to something big but didn't realize how right she would be.

"We're trying to appeal to a larger audience and we need the appropriate female representation, this is the job you wanted so you don't really have a choice...unless you don't want the job..." said Kayla, her new boss. Bailey had been on the job for less than a month and was trying to make a good impression but this was taking things too far. Jennifer frowned and said something that Bailey didn't quite hear, Bailey was about to ask Jennifer to repeat what she said when Bailey felt a prick in her side. She looked down to see Jennifer's hand holding a used syringe, Bailey in shock started to ask a question but Jennifer put her finger to Bailey's plump lips. "You don't get to ask questions around here, got that blimpy?" and with that Bailey slid down the wall fast asleep.

HIIIISSSSSSSSSSS HIIIISSSSSSSSSSS

Bailey awoke to a feeling of something in her mouth, she tried to move her arms but couldn't, her eyes shot open in a panic and she screamed internally at her predicament. Some type of hose was in her mouth and her body was much larger than normal, well at least her breasts were which was all she could see. She looked right and left and saw that her arms had tied down to posts that were quite far away. Bailey tried kicking and found that she couldn't move her legs either, they must have been tied to posts as well. Her breasts were easily the size of yoga balls that she used at the gym and Bailey wondered how long she had been out. The blond-haired girl looked around the room that she was in, it was quite large and made the inflated girl feel much smaller ironically. Surveying her surroundings, she could see mostly to her left and right but found nothing that would aid her in the current predicament.

Bailey thought back to when she responded to the ad while on the internet, everything seemed on the up and up. The company had great reviews on Glassdoor, employees glowed about the chance to work for a large advertising agency. She remembered the ad that she responded to was strangely worded saying that she'd get hands-on experience and she'd be working on publicity generating mass advertisements. The young woman shuddered as she thought about the wording and realizing that she was put in this position by her naivety. She remembered signing the papers of her employment and found it odd that there were lawyers there with her making sure that she understood what she was signing, she had lied by saying she did understand. Truth is, Bailey didn't read any of the employment agreement because she needed this job to work out and didn't want to be seen as a hindrance. She wanted to portray a "modern alpha woman" persona and nonchalantly agreed to whatever challenges awaited her. Surveying her inflated body, Bailey realized that she should have asked more questions even at the risk of sounding inexperienced and "green". Just then, the blown-up girl heard a door click open.

Jennifer walked into the spacious room, her high heels clicking as she approached Bailey. Jennifer said nothing to Bailey and simply turned up the tank that Bailey was connected to, before wheeling over another tank to the other side of the table that Bailey rested on. Jennifer grabbed a spool of clear, plastic tube and bent down underneath the table. This table left open access to Bailey's delectable butt and with the end of the clear tube, Jennifer forced the tube far up Bailey's ass and was met with loud muffled sounds.

"Bailey, this is how you get your start in advertising. You have to BE the advertisement." Jennifer coldly said as she roughly grabbed a handful of Bailey's expansive chest. Bailey couldn't see it but on each breast and each cheek of her butt were advertisements that the league wanted to reach more women. Bailey steadily increased in size, her breasts reaching new heights trailed only by her butt that was lifting her up off the table faster and faster. Bailey could see her arms were unaffected by the helium but beyond some side to side movement, her field of vision was totally blocked by her ballooning tits. Bailey resigned herself to her fate knowing that there was nothing to could be done and Jennifer continued to manhandle her breasts from time to time to remind her of how helpless she was under the circumstances and soon Bailey left the bond of gravity and was starting to float in the massive room.

"Oh good, our advertising blimp is starting to take flight. Won't be long now Bailey-balloon!" Jennifer said still straddling Bailey's relatively unaffected waist.

Jennifer loved the feeling of giant inflated tits pressing against her and while she wasn't sure when she'd be able to do this again, she hoped soon. The older woman reached up and grabbed the blond-haired girls' nipples and pulled hard, eliciting a moan from the soon-to-be-balloon. Jennifer slid off Bailey's waist to the ground below and the blimped girl floated up higher now free of any ballast. Jennifer gathered up the ropes from the posts and started to lead the ballooned girl outside to the stadium where she'd be anchored for the rest of the day. Jennifer secured Bailey to the anchor point and marveled at her size, this balloon was easily one of the biggest advertising blimps she had made. While some might not approve of the lewd display of naked flesh, advertisers paid big money to have their logo tattooed on inflated women. 

Each of Bailey's butt cheeks must have been 20ft. wide and each breast was bigger probably pushing 30ft. wide if Jennifer had been pressed to give an estimate. Jennifer made sure that Bailey's ropes were tied down securely and started walking back to her office, she needed to find more young interns eager to get a start in advertising. She clicked her phone open and saw the video had downloaded, she clicked on it and saw Bailey's formerly lithe frame tied down. As the video played, Jennifer observed her intern's body starting to inflate and grew moist thinking about watching this video later. 

Ooooohhhhh yeeesssssssss yes yes yes yes ooohh" 

Pleasure filled cries echoed off the walls of the dressing room and though they may have been faintly heard outside the dressing room, the girl inside was too wrapped up in ecstasy to care. She worked her fingers underneath her white cotton boy-shorts while reading one of her favorite fantasies; a petite girl like herself being blown up like a balloon by a malfunctioning helium tank. She could never tell anyone of her secret desires, how she wanted to expand just like Violet Beauregarde after seeing Willy Wonka. She didn't want to expand with juice though, she wanted to be a balloon. Or at least, a ballooned version of herself. If she heard trigger words in everyday life, she'd find herself growing wet as her devious mind concocted many scenarios in which she was expanded. Her mind was filled with thoughts of her being a ballooned version of herself to being used as an advertising balloon.

"Ooohhh yes! Imma...Imma...Imma...ooohh ballooooooon!"

As she came down from her orgasm, she looked at herself in the mirror and for the thousandth time pictured herself with enormous boobs and sighed dejectedly knowing it would never happen. The petite girl stood up and looked at her cute little butt in the mirror and pictured it being the size of basketballs or...even bigger. She sat back down and logged out of DeviantArt, then shut her laptop down as she didn't want prying eyes to see her secret fantasies. She goes to the bathroom to freshen herself up before returning to revise her setlist and make any adjustments to the show.

There's a knock on the door of her dressing room and a man calls out that she has 60 minutes until show time. While she appreciated the music touring lifestyle, she grew weary of being in a new city every night having to perform the same routine. While being a touring musician was her dream she had wondered how long she could keep the violin/EDM music going.

Lindsey Stirling dressed in some baggy clothes since she wouldn't have to be in her stage clothes for another 30 minutes. She opened her dressing room door and headed out into the corridors of the arena she was playing in that night. The petite redhead was kind of bored, this was the 50th stop on her latest tour and nothing took her by surprise anymore. She even wondered if she could do her set in her sleep by now. Even worse, she had been working on some new music but felt that her fanbase wouldn't support the edgier content. She felt trapped by her good-girl image and yet that image is what paid the bills and gave her a very comfortable lifestyle.

She spotted a man carrying dozens of balloons through the narrow corridor and got out of his way, the balloons captivating the violinist for a brief second. Lindsey turned down the hallway where the man had appeared and found an open door that read "Decorations". Exploring further she found a large helium tank in the room with several bins full of balloons. In the back of her mind, she knew that she shouldn't be snooping around, her curiosity was far too strong now. Lindsey decided that she'd have a little fun and make her voice squeaky with the helium. The dainty redhead picked up the hose connected to the tank and placed it in her mouth, then turned the knob to release the flow of helium.

WHOOOOOSH!

A strong jet of helium was much too powerful for her mouth and the hose immediately popped out of her mouth, giving her that funny taste of the inert gas. She located the regulator and adjusted it so it would flow at a much lower and safer rate. She had worked at a party store growing up where she learned the ins and outs of the party industry and subsequently, became very familiar with helium tanks. Putting the hose back in her mouth, she once again opened the valve to a much more agreeable flow of helium. Once she had breathed in a lungful of the gas, she turned off the flow and began reciting lyrics to songs that she knew in a very high-pitched voice. She giggled at the sound of her voice and decided to take another hit from the tank, she turns the valve and takes a very deep breath. Lindsey raps a part of her favorite song and is nearly crying in laughter because she sounds like a chipmunk.

Unbeknownst to the small violinist, not all of the helium is affecting her voice. Each large hit of helium is slowly expanding her lithe body but is hidden underneath her baggy clothes. Her pert little breasts push out slightly against her bra and Lindsey feels the back of her bra tighten when she's finished taking the next hit of helium. The petite singer feels her bust and immediately notices that they appear to be larger in her dainty hands, she shrugs off the sweater she's wearing and in bewilderment, looks downward.

"My boobs!" She exclaims in her high-pitched helium voice, "the helium...did...this?" She feels her tight bra cups that are holding back the expanse of increased flesh. Her fantasies roar back to the forefront of her mind and a voice inside her head screams that this is what she wants, this is her fantasy. Cautiously taking yet another deep hit from the helium tank, the violinist feels her already tight bra clamp down on her expanded tits. She coughs in a ridiculously high voice then reaches behind her and unclasps her bra, freeing her newly expanded breasts of their constraints. Lindsey surveys her chest and feels butterflies fluttering all over the inside of her body, never did think this was possible. A small part of her tried to convince her that this wasn't possible and she was probably hallucinating from being overworked. Lindsey, however, blocked out that voice and only listened to what her body was telling her; "how amazing would she feel if she had enormous helium-filled breasts?"

WHOOOOOSH!

Lindsey started taking big hits of the lighter than air gas greedily, relishing the feelings that were washing over her body. Feeling her breasts jut out further into the cool air of the temperature-controlled room, she gulped down another big hit of helium. Her excited demeanor was further amplified by the fact that she was actually inflating, she was normally bubbly but that was taking on new meaning. Her body continued to fill out as she breathed in the noble gas, her deepest fantasy coming to life every breath of helium she inhaled. Her formerly small breasts are now bulging outward and resting high on her chest, Lindsey can feel them pushing against her biceps with each breath. Her small nipples look disproportionate on the masses flesh that they are adorned upon, the redhead closes her eyes to concentrate on the wonderful feelings emanating from her chest.

After several more large breaths of helium Lindsey opens her eyes, a glazed-over expression coming from them and takes the hose out of her mouth. Her chest feels lighter than ever but is now obscenely large, completely disproportionate for her otherwise trim body. Mentally lost and trying her best to only concentrate on how magnificent her breasts are making her feel, Lindsey, forgets that she has a performance that night.

CLICK! BAM!

Suddenly, the door to the decorations room opens and in barges a gruff looking guy who stops in his tracks seeing the topless girl standing in front of him. Lindsey squeaks in surprise and bends to grab her now much too small bra, then runs out of the room. The production intern stands in silence for a few moments trying to recollect what he just saw and wondering how another crazy busty girl got into the decorations supply room, "ugh not again, the boss didn't believe me last time this happened!" he says in frustration. "Tomorrow, I'm going to buy a security camera."

Meanwhile, Lindsey is fleeing the embarrassment by running through the arena corridors, trying to get back to her dressing room. Her vast bust shaking quite a bit while straining the formerly baggy zip-up sweater and clutching onto the bra that's in her hand. "Oh, shit! The performance!" Lindsey shrieks, arriving at her dressing room. "How am I going to get rid of these?" She asks rhetorically. The redhead opens her dressing room door to hide inside, looking at the array of outfits for her show. They seem to mock her as she looks at them. While nothing immodest per her usual, the outfits were designed to give her petite frame range of movement. Now her sweatshirt looks like she's trying to carry two volleyballs inside. "There's no way any of these are going to fit!" Lindsey begins to sob.

All of the fictional breast expansion stories she has read over the years begin to flood her mind, thinking about how the heroines conveniently decrease their busts before reaching peak embarrassment. She tries to pull on her small nipples but is only rewarded by making herself a little hot under the collar. With her nipples refusing to release the helium, Lindsey tries to squeeze the helium out of her mammoth mammaries. Wrapping her dainty arms around her right breast, she applies as much force as she can to squeeze the helium out but only succeeds in rubbing her skin red. Not wanting to be seen in this state but seeing no other option, she slowly opens the door and peers outside.

"Stephanie!" Lindsey quietly calls out to her road manager who is standing nearby. The taller blond haired woman looks up and sees Lindsey's dressing room door slightly ajar. Lindsey pokes her head out again and calls her over. Stephanie walks over to her clients' door and looks down on the smaller woman, "Lindsey my darling, what do you need?"

"We have to cancel the show!" Lindsey says as quietly as possible.

"Cancel the show? Impossible." Stephanie immediately replies curtly.

"Listen, Stephanie, some things have come up and the show has to be canceled." Lindsey pleads from inside her dressing room.

"Darling, you're the performer and therefore your job is to perform. Unless you're dead, the show must go on." Stephanie starts to walk away feeling quite annoyed at Lindsey's suggestion to cancel the show. She feels a hand grab her arm and pull her back, Lindsey pulls her into her dressing room and slams the door shut. "How dare you put your hands...on...me..?"

Lindsey quickly unzips her sweatshirt and lets it fall open, revealing her very large bust. "Now, cancel the show. I can't perform like this." Lindsey says coldly.

Stephanie takes a few moments to adjust to looking at the insane proportions that the diminutive violinist is now sporting. She had never seen a chest like hers before and while she knew of Lindsey's browsing history, she didn't know how this figure blossomed out of nowhere. The road manager reasoned that Lindsey was right, she couldn't perform as usual in her current state knowing that Lindsey performed all of her songs live instead of using recordings. "Lindsey, I have lots of questions but you are correct. You can't perform looking like this." Stephanie, ever the quick thinker, curled a smile as an idea flashed across her mind.

Lindsey let out a big sigh of relief and zipped her sweatshirt back up having made her point. The petite girl looked over at the taller woman and saw a wicked smile. "...what?"

Twenty minutes later the audience was getting antsy and was chanting "Lind-sey" as they waited for the show to start. The arena lights dimmed and immediately the music to "Beyond the Veil" started with the familiar violin notes belting across the arena. The audience was loud as can be and then the stage lights came on and an immediate silence came over most of the crowd. Lindsey was wearing her Chuck Taylors and short shorts but her white tank top was stretched to the absolute limit, her twin masses crowding the neckline for space. Her touring band was openly staring at her, but still, they tried to continue performing. The hushed silence grew as the massive video displays showed the whole audience the new changes to Lindsey's body. To her credit, the violinist continued with the song without missing a beat, and her band played professionally as well. The song came to an end and was met with a smattering of applause, most people were still stunned seeing this massively busty version of Lindsey bouncing around the stage.

While far from ordinary, the show went on, and while the twin protrusions made it much more difficult to play the correct notes Lindsey was able to make it though. More than a few times throughout the show, Lindsey had to take a little breather as being on display in her current form was incredibly embarrassing but more than a little arousing. The deal she had made with Stephanie was that she would play this show and then they would cancel the remaining 10 shows on tour to an illness that required hospitalization. Stephanie said that she'd spin it to make Lindsey look like she had overcome immense odds and would make up the 10 shows at a later time.

"Lindsey Lindsey Lindsey, my dear. What a great show!" Stephanie applauded when the redheaded violinist arrived backstage after the show. "You had them on the tip of your finger, I've never seen an audience of yours so captivated." Stephanie cheered and gave her client a hug, feeling the now-curvy violinist's lady bumps press into her.

"I'm just glad we were all able to get through and now we can take some time to figure out what happened and how to hell to get me normal again," Lindsey remarked while still out of breath from her performance. After all that had happened in the last few hours, she was already looking forward to an extended time off.

"Right. Well, I have some bad news, Lindsey. Photos of your show tonight went viral and the other 10 shows have all sold out. Isn't that great?" Stephanie sheepishly informed her client.

"No! We had a deal, that I play this show looking like a stripper and then we take my "health crisis" break." Anger dripped from Lindsey's voice. "I WON'T perform another show looking like this."

"Well ok if you want it that way. I just want to protect you from a scandal." Stephanie led on hoping Lindsey would take the bait.

"Scandal? I've done nothing wrong. You have nothing on me." Lindsey bitterly replied to her manager's threat.

"Recognize this?" Stephanie held up a photo of the photo that Lindsey was looking at before the show during her "private time". "Now dear, we wouldn't want the press to get wind of this right? Your image would be lost forever. I could see the news on Twitter now, "Lindsey Stirling harbors secret fetish that objectifies women." I bet that would go over great in today's world." Stephanie smiled broadly as her trump card was fully revealed, her client looked bewildered at the photo.

Lindsey looked downcast as she stared at her manager, she knew that she couldn't weather that storm but didn't see how she could keep playing either. What would her fans think when she parades out on stage with her helium-filled tits after they wouldn't be explained away by a severe allergic reaction?