Before you could react, Elastigirl shot out one of her arms, and wrapped it around you, pinning your arms to your sides and preventing you from creating a forcefield. With her other arm, she reached into her closet, and pulled out a small bicycle pump.
"Wha- Mmph!"
Your question was cut off as she shoved the end of the pump into your mouth. Then she started pumping. Each time, you felt the air force itself down your throat, and ended in your upper chest. Now, you've been the bustiest girl around, but, with each pump, that was changing. You watched as your breasts bubbled out. B cup. C cup. D cup. Your huge chest must look comical on your otherwise petite frame. Your chest kept growing. Now, even if your arms weren't bound, you would be able to reach around them. Finally, Elastigirl seemed to slightly lessen her grip. You only have to wonder why for a second. It seems her grip was holding back the air. But now, it had the ability to keep going down. Your belly ballooned out. You look like you've eaten a large meal. Your butt swells back. You now look like you have rising balls of dough stuck down your pants. She pumps relentlessly, making you tighter and tighter with each pump. You feel like you're about to burst. Your chest is the size of beachballs. You look pregnant with triplets. Your rear is the size of dinner plates.
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