Breathe

blueberryballoons:

((Second story! 😀 I got this idea when I was on a run and trying to catch my breath. Honestly, I would have liked the growth to be bigger but I felt like the story was just kinda dragging on. I’d like to do larger next time I think :3 But here it is! Again, I’d love feedback! Oh and I decided not to break it up with the “read more” option because some users had stated that it caused problems in reading. But I can add it later if I get people saying it’s worse this way. I dunno))

“I
can’t believe my fucking mom wouldn’t let me use my car when she
KNEW I had detention” Haley said, slamming the door of Emily’s
red truck as she climbed in the passenger side.

Emily
cringed hard as her door shut and started up her car, pulling away
from the school.

“I
can’t believe you got detention again!” Emily said, only halfway
kidding.

“Well
it’s because that bitch Mrs. Johnson tried to take my phone! Why
the fuck does she care if I use it during class. Right Em?” Haley
continued, texting while talking to Emily.

“Yeah…
Listen, Haley, I’ve been meaning to talk to you… Don’t you
think your temper might be just a little out of hand?”

“Temper?
What the fuck do you mean by-” Haley stopped herself, “Oh, well
maybe you’re right. But who cares anyways?”

“It’s
just going to be harder for you to get into college or get a good job
with you snapping at people all the time… I mean we graduate next
month is all… You’re my best friend, Haley. I just worry about
you…”

“Well
what am I supposed to do? I just get irritated and before I think
bitchy stuff comes out!”

“If
you’d like, you could come to my place and practice breathing
exercises with me! That’s what I do and they’re great for stress
and anger management!”

“Sure…”
Haley said, clearly less than enthused at the idea.

Emily
pulled her red truck into the garage and the two went down into the
basement. During the earlier years of their 8 year long friendship
this was where they’d have slumber parties, but in recent years
Emily had been too serious for things like that and had turned the
area into a workout room.

“Alright,
sit on the floor on one of the mats. Just find a position that you’ll
be comfortable in for  a few minutes. I’ll get this set up!”
Emily said, being as overly optimistic as ever.

Haley
shrugged her shoulders and sat on the pink mat with her legs crossed
in front of her. Emily lit a stick of jasmine incense and put a tape
into her well aged stereo system and hit play. Cheesy “relaxing”
music began to play and a man’s voice began. Emily sat right across
from Haley in a similar position.

“Hello,
I’m Rico and today I will be exercising your stress away” the
voice said, echoing off the walls of the mostly empty basement room.

“Mmm
Rico, exercise me harder” Haley said sarcastically

“Shut
up, Haley! This won’t work if you don’t take it seriously…”
Emily snapped before regaining her composure.

Haley
tried to relax and listen. Maybe some stress relief could do her some
good… maybe…

“What
you will need to do is clear your mind. Only focus on your breathing.
Breathe in the good thoughts. Reflect on the positive things in your
life.” Rico’s voice instructed

Haley
and Emily both inhaled deeply and audibly. Haley tried to stay
positive but god damn was there so much she had on her mind besides
positive things…

“Now
breathe out all the negative thoughts” He continued

Haley
exhaled. She opened her eyes just slightly. Emily was perfectly
content. She looked very relaxed. The room had a faint haze and a
pleasant smell because of the incense. Haley determined that she
would at least give this a chance, for Emily’s sake if anything.
She once again closed her eyes.

“Breathe
in again. Breathe in deeply, inhaling all the pleasantries around
you” the recording boomed.

Haley
inhaled as she was told. She thought about her stupid mom. Haley
bought the car so how dare her mom try to decide when and where she
could use it?

“Breathe
out”

Haley
exhaled again. Besides, she was 18. Why does her mom treat her like a
kid anyways? Haley felt a knot deep in the pit of her stomach. That’s
right. She wasn’t relaxing like she was supposed to.

“Breathe
in”

Haley
breathed in deeply. She tried to fight these negative feelings but
like ants at social gatherings, they returned invited or not.
Unfortunately, the more she fought these feelings, the thicker the
knot in her gut seemed to feel.

“Breathe
out”

These
thoughts were endlessly conflicting. One second she’d be reminding
herself about her hatred of Mrs. Johnson and the next she’d be
trying to force herself to stop it.

“Breathe
in”

And
all the while the voice continued. At this point her following the
instructions was subconscious. She hardly even heard the voice at
this point and just followed the breathing pattern without thinking.
After two more breaths the knot in her stomach felt unbearable. She
physically felt ill. Maybe it was just anxiety? She opened her eyes
to try to regain her thoughts.

She
looked down and was greeted to breasts that hardly looked like her
own. Earlier this afternoon she was a modest C cup but now she looked
to be a large D and growing. She stared in disbelief at the deep
cleavage before her.

“Breathe
in”

Without
thinking, she breathed in. Her chest rose, as expected when taking a
deep breath. But rather than just her chest pushing outwards with the
pressure of her lungs, her breasts did too. She could see down her
yellow tank top and could see her breasts growing so large that they
were testing the limits of her cups.

“Breathe
out”

She
exhaled. She expected to see her chest fall like normal. Maybe it was
an illusion and her chest would sink too, she thought. But her chest
remained where it was. It was almost as if every breath in was
pulling air straight into her breasts.

“Breathe
in”

She
tried to test this theory. Sure enough, the deeper she pulled air in,
the larger her breasts grew. Her bra felt painfully tight on her now
huge tits. She reached up and touched them, just to make sure she was
seeing this right. She touched them carefully. They felt large and
tight but also lightweight… almost like they really were full of
air…

“Breathe
out”

This
was all fucking Emily’s fault. Maybe this was some sick prank.
Revenge for all the years of her being a bitch. But seriously, just
because Emily was a witch or some bullshit doesn’t mean she has to
curse her best friend.

“Breathe
in”

Haley
could have slapped herself as she felt herself breathe in without
thinking. Her cups were a miserable sight to see. They struggled to
contain all the boob flesh as it overwhelmed them. Haley reached down
to readjust, hopefully to save her $75 bra. It creaked in agony. She
knew it wouldn’t last long but she couldn’t let Emily know her
plan had worked. Haley knew her plan was to watch her struggle. She
couldn’t let her get that satisfaction.

“Breathe
out”

The
more she stewed and steamed the angrier she got. How fucking dare
Emily do this. How dare she turn her best friend into a joke. If she
really hated the way she treated her, there were better ways to do
this.

“Breathe
in”

As if
the tape was hypnotizing Haley, she inhaled. Wait, maybe it was the
anger doing this. Maybe this was how Emily was planning on getting
her to control her anger. Every time she got angry she would blow up.
Ugh talk about a hell of a lesson learned the hard way.

“Breathe
out”

Alright,
that’s it. That’s what she’d do. She’d play Emily’s little
game. She’d stay calm and keep her chest in check. She straightened
out her back, closed her eyes and tried to focus.

“Breathe
in”

Haley
pushed away all the negative thoughts, as Rico had said. She kept her
mind on the good things in her life. Her bra, reaching its limits,
practically exploded off of her. Her chest continued its expanse,
quickly filling out her shirt.

“What
the fuck!” Haley yelled, studying the remnants of her overpriced
bra.

“Shhh!”
Emily hushed her audibly.

“Breathe
out”

Seriously?
Emily was going to just shush her when this was her fault to begin
with? Haley kept quiet, wanting to see what the hell she had planned.
She stared down at her chest. She was easily a DD cup and on her way
to the next size. Her tits were almost larger than her head. But they
were still perky and tight feeling. How could she ever go out like
this? Emily was SO worried about her future career and all she did
was ensure that the only job she could get was in porn!

“Breathe
in”

And it
didn’t help that no matter how hard she tried to fight it, Rico’s
voice seemed to be law. No matter how much she tried to resume
regular breathing, she would always continue these deep, regulated
breaths.

Her
shirt, trying its hardest to cover her, was slowly rising. Her flat
stomach was now visible. Ironically Haley herself couldn’t actually
see it beyond the large obstructions in her view.

“Breathe
out”

She
looked to her right, at the wall mirror Emily had hung up. She saw
how ridiculous and huge she had gotten. She also noticed the white
remnants of tape on the corners of the mirror. Several years back her
and Emily had taped pictures of themselves to that very mirror. That
made her even angrier.

“Breathe
in”

Haley
wanted to cry. It was more than obvious that not only was Emily
behind this, but she had also abandoned their friendship of eight
years. And even if she told Emily off and left right now, how long
would this last? Would she have to live like this forever, scared of
every breath she took?

“Breathe
out”

Haley
whimpered audibly as tears began to flow from her eyes. She once
again saw the mirror. Her chest stuck out almost a foot in front of
her and her shirt was now resting just below her breasts.

The
sound perturbed Emily. She opened her eyes to once again reprimand
Haley, only to see her best friend crying and holding two huge
breasts.

“Haley?
What’s wrong? What’s wrong with your chest?” Emily quickly
stood up and hurried over to Haley. She got onto her knees and
grabbed her hands.

“You
don’t care… You did this anyway didn’t you…” Haley choked
out in between sobs.

“Breathe
in”

As air
filled Haley’s lungs it also expanded her breasts. She stitches in
her shirt began to feel the stress. She uselessly attempted to pull
her shirt back over the bottom, which was now exposed.

“If
you were my friend you wouldn’t have messed up the pictures we did
on your mirror… Besides, why should I believe you didn’t? You’re
always doing that witchcraft stuff…”

“Haley…
it’s not like that… I just took them off because they were really
old and I can’t take the mirror with me when I move out…”

“Breathe
out”

Haley
tried to calm down, embarrassed by how much she was crying. She again
felt the knot in her gut. Emily got up and turned off the tape.

“We’ll
deal with you later, Rico. Come on, Haley, try to stand up” Emily
said, helping Haley up.

Haley
tried to brace herself, expecting the weight on her front to throw
her off but surprisingly, they were very light. But they were still
huge, nonetheless. Haley inhaled like normal, trying to catch her
breath. The stitches on her poor shirt began to pop one by one. A
tear began to form right down the middle of her top, exposing even
more cleavage. Haley reached forward to feel the rip. All that did
was make her feel even worse. Her chest stuck out almost two feet at
this point. Her chest had easily scaled almost half the alphabet in
only a matter of minutes.

“I
don’t know what to do… here, try holding your breath. Maybe it’ll
reset your breathing or something?”

Haley
exhaled hard and tried to keep her lungs empty. She hoped and prayed
that Emily was right. She began to feel the pain of oxygen
deprivation. Her lungs ached and burned. She wanted more than
anything to fill her screaming lungs with sweet, Jasmine scented air.
But she also knew that her shirt and her reputation couldn’t take
much more growth. Her face was bright red and she knew she couldn’t
keep it up much longer.

She
finally inhaled. Her shirt shredded loudly as it ripped down the
middle. The remnants slid off of her. Her chest, almost with renewed
gusto, resumed its growth. One thing neither of them had considered
is that Haley would have to catch her breath. She breathed rapidly as
she tried to catch her breath. Each breath caused her to grow again.
Haley bent over and put her hands to her knees to help her lungs
along. As she continued to feed her lungs her breasts swelled more.
She felt her tight, round tits finally touch her hands. She jolted up
into a standing position.

Her
chest was beyond even the craziest of fantasies. They now touched her
chin. All Haley could see in front of her was deep, mountainous
cleavage. She reached her arms out, to gauge how large she was. With
her arms fully extended she could only just barely touch her nipples.
Surprisingly, they remained as small as ever. But, despite her
breathing being back to normal, she could still feel them bloating.

Emily,
unable to resist her curiosity any longer, put a hand on her left
breast. She couldn’t help but smile in amusement at how they felt.
They felt just like balloons. Huge, air filled balloons. She
continued to poke and prod at all of her bust. Haley shuddered as
Emily poked at her nipples. She hated how they were so erect despite
her obvious lack of arousal.

“Well,
you gotta admit they’re probably going to be fun to play with,
right?” Emily tried to lighten up the mood.

Haley
wanted to retaliate but she knew she was too vulnerable to take any
chances. She felt the growth speed up it seems. Emily backed up as
Haley’s tits pushed against her. This newest spurt had caused her
ballooning breasts to push out almost another 6 inches within
seconds. She groaned. What could she do? Obviously Emily was no help.
All she was doing was playing with these literal fun bags.

“Haley,
I have to say, though. I’m so proud of you for staying so calm.
Man, if I were you I would have lost my cool by now” Emily said,
once again poking her nipple.

“Calm?
Calm? Maybe you’re right. Maybe I do have the right to be a little
bitchy right now. Here I am blowing up like a god damn parade float
and all you can do is make jokes? Haley said, starting to lose her
cool. A sound began, almost like the sound of air rushing.

Emily’s
eyes lit up. That must be it. Maybe if Haley gets angry she’ll go
back to normal. It’s worth a shot.

“Hey,
at least you’ll be a hit in the porn business! What’s your porn
name going to be Hotair Haley?” Emily laughed and again poked at
her. Strangely enough she felt a stream of air from her nipples.

Haley’s
face turned bright red in anger and frustration. “Are you fucking
kidding me? You think that teasing me about porn is the right
solution? Wow some fucking friend you are” Haley shouted, not even
noticing her slowly deflating body.

“Yep
that’s right! At least now maybe you’ll get laid more often!”
Emily again, joked. She was laughing hard, almost enjoying herself.
This was stress relief for the both of them!

“Fuck
you, bitch. This is all your fault, you know. Here you are trying to
get me up in this hippie bullshit, acting like this is gonna fix all
our problems” Haley shouted loudly. Finally her chest was almost
small enough to be a reasonable size.

Emily,
not sure of what else to say just continued laughing at Haley. It
didn’t matter as long as it pissed her off.

“You’ll
fucking see Emily. Maybe you did this because you’re jealous.
You’ve always been jealous because you’re a flat chested bitch!
Next time you should curse yourself, you slut!” Finally Haley’s
chest was only around a DD size. As each insult left her lips air
seemed to leave her chest.

After
all the shouting Haley stopped to catch her breath. She looked down
and saw her normal bust.

“Hey
wait a minute! I’m better? How though?” Haley said, touching her
tits. They felt like they once did, like real flesh not fleshy
balloons.

“Well
I was intent on fixing your bad temper, but maybe your bad temper has
its own way of relieving pressure… no pun intended” Emily said,
still giggling

“At
least now maybe you’ll give me a break when I act kind of
bitchy…” Haley said.

“You’re
right. But hey, let me know next time you need stress relief. If
we’re being honest here that was really fun. Too bad I can’t make
my chest grow just by not being a bitch” Emily laughed.

“Hey
you never know, you’re never a bitch so maybe BEING mean is your
growth trigger or whatever” Haley said, trying to find something to
cover herself with, now that her bra and shirt were unable to.

“You’re
right… bitch… or whatever!” Emily’s laugh was cut short but a
knot in her gut. “Huh… weird…”