Contains breast expansion and popping.
At a marina, a buxom blonde balloon-girl stepped outside her fancy car and looked up at a sizeable yacht. "Wow, you've outdone yourself this time" Brandi thought to herself as she sauntered up the ramp from the dock. As she walked on to the boat she was greeted by one of the crew who asked her to make herself comfortable while she waited for the owner.
Brandi sat down on a white chair at the bow of the ship in a shaded spot. She took off the loose shirt over her bikini and stuffed it in her bag revealing her huge balloon-melons held back by a red, blue, and white bikini. Putting her hair up and adjusting her top, she then reached in her bag and pulled out a bottle of high-strength sunscreen. Because they're made out of latex, balloon-girls don't get tan but the Sun is still quite dangerous to them. Instead, the UV light from the sun breaks down the latex, putting them at risk for deflation or popping. Also, to make matters worse, the gas inside balloon-girls expand when it heats up. I'm sure you can do the math.
Brandi pulled the bottle from the bag but before she could open it up she heard a voice approaching her that shocked her. "Ah, ah ah..." said a teasing voice emerging from the cabin. Brandi gasped, accidentally dropping the bottle from her hand. "Good...you won't need that anyways" the voice added. "Uh..who are you?" Brandi asked, squinting her eyes to try out and make the figure emerging from the shadows of the inside of the cabin. "Me? I'M the WIFE of the owner of this boat and YOU'VE made a big mistake coming after him" accused the voice as it stepped out into the light. It was an older, stern-looking woman, obviously not a balloon-girl. Immediately Brandi knew she was in trouble. "Ah oh um...I must be at the wrong place" Brandi said as she scrambled to get her stuff together. "I'll just be go-No! Ladies, tie her up" the wife commanded as two female crew flanked Brandi and tied her up to a chair that was placed in the center of the deck. "Eee! What are you doing? Let go of me!" Brandi hollered as the two crew tied her to the chair. Her arms, legs, and torso were all bound with the rope causing her boobs to be pushed a little more up her chest, causing her a straining discomfort in her chest. "Ow!" Brandi yelped as her top and the rope pinched her boobs.
"Ya know...eventually someone was gonna find out you were seducing and stealing from all these rich men. One of my friends told me that they saw my husband with a awfully busty woman at a business getaway. It wasn't until I snooped in my husband's phone and saw your messages that I knew it to be true. You balloon-girls are so stupid, so greedy. All it took to get you here was one text message from a number that you thought was his secretary, dumbass bimbo." The wife said.
"Ok ok! You got me! Just let me goo!" Brandi pouted, wiggling in her seat trying to ease the strain on her taut breasts.
"Thats the thing see" the wife smirked "If you were just some random human floozy and not some balloon-bitch I'd let you go. It's illegal to do this to a HUMAN, but you're just some airbag, completely disposable. You'll come back someway somehow, your kind always does, so I guess we'll just have to have our fun." Brandi's heart (if she had one) sank as she began to realize what might happen to her.
The wife picked up the sunscreen bottle Brandi dropped and began squeezing it out on her hands and applying it to herself. "Its awfully hot today" The wife said, looking out to the ocean "Its not even noon yet and its already scorching! This July heat is just killer! Good thing you brought that sunscreen for me..." she finished with a sinister grin. "Hey! I need that you bitch!" Brandi retorted.
"Or what!?" The wife said, giving her a sharp look as she reached for a cord hanging from the big umbrella that was shading the whole bow "You'll POP!?" she finished with a sharp yank that caused the umbrella to collapse down and remove the shade, suddenly bathing the whole deck in intense July sunlight. "AHH! Thats hot!" Brandi squealed, not an ounce of shade was left on the deck. The wife donned a big sun hat and reclined on a chair facing Brandi. "Wow, your tits are huge! They're gonna soak up so much sun! Save some for me eh?" the wife said, laughing to herself. Please! Put some sunscreen on me! Atleast on my boobs..." Brandi pleased. "No I don't think I will. I'm gonna enjoy watching your ridiculous tits heating up and over inflating until you become a heap of rubber on my boat, all while I tan" the wife taunted.
For the next few minutes Brandi pleaded and begged until the wife ordered her crew to shut her up with a strip of duct tape over her mouth. Feeling the hot sizzle of the sun heating up the gas concentrated in her boobs, Brandi wiggled and jiggled, trying to free herself. even though her mouth was duct-taped, she was still disturbing the wife with all her struggling. The wife finally stood up with a sigh and paced over to Brandi and tightly squeezed both her bound boobs. "Listen here airbag" the wife angrily said through bared teeth, her nails squeezing into Brandi's boobs "You're gonna sit there like a good air-bitch or I'm gonna make this even worse for you, understand" she said, digging her nails even in further. Brandi gave pained moans and her body gave strained squeakes as the wife groped her. Brandi nodded rapidly and let out a relieved moan through the duct tape. "Good" the wife said before resuming her tanning.
30 minutes of quiet tanning had gone by. The wife looked up from her magazine and saw that Brandi's hot balloon-boobs blew up a sizeable amount, almost an inch or so of circumference. Brandi's breasts, previously contained by her large bikini top, was now slightly straining to contain her swollen breasts. Brandi, roasting under the sun, moaned slightly but quietly enough not to anger the wife. "Jeez,You've already blown up quite a bit, you must be made out of some pretty cheap latex, I wonder how much more you'll last?" the wife said before going back to her magazine.
An hour passed by
*Thwap!* The wife glanced up at the noise to see Brandi's top fly halfway across the deck. Her boobs comically bouncing up and down from the recoil. The heat had blown up her breasts to the point where her top could no longer take the strain. "Please...I can't take much more...my tits are gonna explode I can feel the latex thinning out..." Brandi pleaded, obviously embarrassed from having her wavering, half-transparent boobs on display. The wife sat up "I have to admit, you do look rather pitiful sitting there with your tits out, looking like someone took a tire pump to them". She sat up and approached Brandi, gently tracing her fingernails across the mass of Brandi's overheated, overly taut, boobs. Brandi quivered feeling the wife's sharp fingernails on her.
"Fine, I'll let you go" she said to Brandi. Brandi perked up immediately "Really?" she said, relieved. The wife gave a grin while her crew untied Brandi. "Yep, you're free to go" she said slyly. "Oh thank you! I promise I'll never go anywhere near your husband again!" Brandi said, carefully picking up her things, trying not to jostle her volatile boobs too much. Brandi hurried down the dock ramp and off the boat "Oh my god that bitch was crazy..." Brandi thought to herself as she stepped on to the blacktop parking lot "To think I was about to-Oh my OW! Ooh! hothothothot!" Brandi suddenly realized how hot the parking lot was. Her already-swollen boobs suddenly began expanding rapidly and hot steam began to stream out of her nipples. Brandi tried to run to her car but tripped and fell front flat on the extremely hot parking lot. The wife and her crew watched as Brandi lay there swelling up, arms and legs kicking, until she popped with a muffled scream. The scraps and shreds of blonde hair blew with the wind.
