One Final Blow, Part 1 Of 2 (Patreon)

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"Dunno Meredith... It seems quite full to me, to be honest..."

He responded, the sight of his black haired girlfriend in her pink swim suit, holding up that incredibly over-pumped unicorn pool toy on one end as she faced him with the excitement of a child in her face, while the green glints of hair and her exotic tan shinning vibrantly on the afternoon sun by their pool...

"Nonsense, Matt! I'm definitely certain i can blow one more lungful in that thing!"

She yelled back stubbornly, holding up a finger in determination.

"Honey, look... I know i got you the medium sized unicorn, and i must have gotten there earlier since all the large sized ones were already taken... and i 'm very, very sorry for that... but there is no way you can stuff any more air inside of that thing..."

"Oh yeah? Says who? What do YOU know about anything?!?"

Meredith responded in her usual bratty fashion, Matt's words of reasoning falling on deaf ears...

"For christs sake babe! It's a medium freakin' sized inflatable and you've pumped it up to the size of a jumbo one! I mean... just look at the damn thing! It's ready to pop already!!!"

Matt's frustrated words echoed around the open backyard, as indeed the unicorn looked full to the brim, its plastic surface tight and impossibly taut as it vibrated on the stubborn woman's hand. But he knew there was no way he could reason with her, she never listened to anyone. Meredith waved her full hair in arrogance and responded to him silently, the smug look on her face an indication that she was not even eager to gratify his pleads with an answer...

"Fine! Just go ahead and pop it then! I ain't going back in town to get you another one though, just so you know..."

Matt said, fumes coming out of his ears as he stomped back inside the house, shutting the door loudly behind him...

* BANG! *

Meredith didn't even flinch, her gaze was transfixed on the valve at the edge of the pool toy's tail she was holding. She knew she could do it, she had to do it... There was no way she would float on something smaller than what she knew she deserved. She lifted the bulky yet incredibly light inflatable up near her face and she approached her mouth on the valve, before wrapping her full lips around the wet plastic and inhaled for that one last blow she thought would save the day...

Not long after her cheeks puffed and the air from her mouth started forcibly entering the fully pressurized thing, a soft clicking noise echoed from the valve, and it was at that moment that Meredith knew she had fucked up, and it all happened in a flash...

* FWOOOOOOOOOMMMMMPPPPPHHHHH!!!!! *

Forced pressure filled Meredith's face, her cheeks instantly puffing outwards to the sides, from the modest size she had previously puffed them up on her own, to now resembling like she had stuffed two large softballs in her mouth. Her eyes shot ope wide in surprise, looking down almost crossed at the valve, realizing that the tension on the plastic surface of the pool toy was getting looser as the air was being forcibly dislocated from the thing now into her. Her arms spread to her sides in confusion as her boobs instantly expanded to four times their original size, the outlines of her nipples now fully poking out at the front of her pink-wear before she started feeling the air now traveling fast and furiously inside the entirety of her body...

"MPMPMPMHPMHPHHHHH!!!!!"

Meredith moaned in despair and helplesness as she started flailing her arms in the air like a mad woman, the massive thing still steadily emptying its over-pressurized contents inside of her body with no signs of stopping. Series of FWOOMPHS started echoing all around as one by one all of her curves started popping out and proudly in massivity from her formerly thin and athletic body. Her left boob, instantly expanding to the size of a basketball, followed by her right buttock and upper thigh, surging backwards to the size of a party balloon. Then her right tit and left buttock followed, turning her instantly into a thick hourglass figure full of air, her swimsuit groaning and screeching at the intense pressure that was now pushing it to her limit. Meredith kept moaning, her eyes looking back towards the door where Matt had disappeared into seconds earlier, spotting him in the living room with headphones on as he kept dancing around with his eyes closed...

"MHPHMHPHMHMPHMPHPHHHHH!!!!!"

She yelled though her jumbo sized cheeks but Matt could not hear her. She started flailing her arms again towards, now noticing in horror that their shape was changing... They were becoming thicker, her wrists almost disappearing as from the elbows down her entire arms were getting bulkier and bulkier, her fingers now the thickness of massive sausages...

What was happening to her?!?

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TO BE CONTINUED...

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