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This story is the second in a trilogy of tales about big breasts
doing bad things.  If all goes well, I plan to continue writing
more tales after the third one.  BTW, gigantic naked breasts will
be depicted in these tales.  If local laws forbid someone your age
to read about gigantic naked breasts doing naughty things, do not
read this story.
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Tales from the Bra
by Wren
1996

Tale Two:

To Air is Human

     "Dementia!  Come here!  I want to show you something!"
     "What do you want?  I'm busy!"
     "I just wanted to show you a project I've been working on."
     "What are you up to this time?"
     "You won't believe me if I tell you.  Here, let me
demonstrate."
     "What's this?  It looks like an ordinary locket."
     "Go ahead.  Put it on."
     "I don't have time for this.  You know I'm still getting ready
for the Halloween party tonight."  Dementia had been working on a
devil costume and was wearing bright red long-underwear and a thick
black belt.
     "It'll just take a few minutes...I promise."
     Ordinarily, Dementia wasn't interested in her sister's hobby,
but for the first time in months her sister was genuinely enthused
about something.  Besides, she had an awful earache and was looking
for an excuse to take a break.
     "Okay okay."
     "Wear the locket next to your skin."
     Dementia put the chain on over her head and let the locket
slide down the front of her costume.  Her sister began to tap away
at one of her many computer terminals.  Various pieces of strange
looking equipment made whirring noises as they powered up.
     Dementia crossed her arms and stood impatiently tapping her
right foot.  For the next two minutes her sister did nothing but
look back and forth at her and the computer screen.  She wore a
large grin that widened every time she turned back to look at
Dementia.  Finally, Dementia had had enough.
     "Well...are you going to do something or not?"
     Her sister couldn't help herself any longer and burst out
laughing, "Bahahaha...Oooh!...I'm sorry Dee Dee.  Just one more
thing.  Could you please have a seat on that stool over there?"
     Dementia was upset.  She desperately needed to get her costume
done in time for her party later that night.  Some friends from
college were coming over, and she was trying to think of something
that would make this party special, so that no one would ever
forget it.  Not only was her sister delaying her progress with this
nonsense, but that obscene snickering was driving her nuts.
Dementia angrily stomped over to the stool and flopped down on top
of it, but something wasn't right.  She felt the hard wood of the
stool hit her ass much sooner than it should have.
     "What the..."  Before she could begin to ponder why her seat
wasn't feeling right, she realized that for some reason her butt
didn't even want to stay put where she placed it on the stool.  Her
rear slid off the edge and she hit the floor, where the situation
became even more bizarre - for when she landed, instead of a THUD,
she heard a hollow sound as if she had landed on top of a rubber
ball.  In fact, she even bounced several inches above the floor
after impact and continued into a series of small diminishing
bounces until her body finally settled down.
     "What the hell is going on here?!"  Dementia thought maybe
someone had stuck something underneath her as she was about to sit
down, but looking back she saw that whatever she sat on was
actually INSIDE her costume.  It appeared that two buttock-shaped
12 inch party balloons had spontaneously inflated inside her
outfit.  "But how?"  she thought.
     Then, reaching back to grab hold of the balloons she realized,
"Oh my God!"  Dementia quickly rose to her feet and began pushing
and pulling and kneading the balloons with her hands, trying to
work them out of her long-johns, but they were firmly attached. 
There was no denying what they were.
     "My butt!  What have you done to me?!"
     "Isn't it great?!"  She seemed totally oblivious to her
sister's panic as Dementia gripped at her swollen rear, apparently
trying to squeeze out whatever was in them.  Since she was using
her good thermal underwear as a costume, she had neglected to wear
anything underneath it, and her swollen buttocks were bulging out
of the backflap, threatening to pop the two buttons holding it up. 
     "Using this equipment, I can control the shape of your body! 
For example, I can make your legs match your bottom."
     Before Dementia could shout "No!" her hips widened so that her
bulbous butt didn't look quite so outlandish in comparison as both
her legs ballooned to matching proportions, audibly hissing as they
were pumped full of...something.  Her thighs each were at least 30"
around.  Even standing with her feet far apart, her inner thighs
still touched each other.
     "You see, it makes you pull various gases out of the air and
into your body.  So basically, you can have any shape you want by
inflating yourself like a balloon!"
     Dementia's sister watched as she, still slightly panic
stricken, moved her hands from the thick belt where her still
narrow waist was.  Not really looking, or wanting to look, her
hands explored her inflated lower body.  Her sister had gone too
far this time.  "I'd better kill her now before any more damage is
done."  She found walking difficult, however, as she attempted to
approach and strangle her sister.  Being full of air, it seemed her
legs did not want to bend at the knees, and she was forced to pivot
her hips to move one leg forward and then the other.
     "With my invention, I can inflate any part of your body..." In
the middle of her sentence, she noticed Dementia teetering on one
leg, and paused for a second.  As with her butt, Dementia felt the
ground a lot sooner than she should have as she fell forward, only
this time she actually saw her breasts rapidly inflate to the size
of basketballs - like her legs, audibly hissing - just in time to
break her fall.  Her hands instinctively grabbed at them.  They
squeaked loudly in protest as they rubbed together.  The sound
startled Dementia and her hands instantly shot away.  Her bust held
her at an acute angle with the floor, her wide hips stopping her
from rolling over onto one side or the other.
     "I can still kill her if I can make it over there,"  thought
Dementia, and with new determination she began clawing at the
carpet, dragging her inflated body inches closer to her sister, who
was still totally oblivious to her escalating rage.  It was
difficult going for Dementia since her breasts held her almost too
high to reach the floor.  But she made steady progress, her breasts
squeaking all the while.
     Her sister continued "...In fact, I can even inflate all of
your body at once."  The going got even rougher as Dementia
realized her arms would no longer bend at her elbows.  In a few
seconds she could do little more than stiffly hold her arms
straight out at her sides.  Her torso inflated slightly as well,
her large belt restricting her waist.  She was beginning to look
like some sort of overly voluptuous parade balloon.  This
apparently gave her sister an idea.
     To Dementia's horror, the hissing continued.  Within a couple
of minutes her arms, legs, and hips expanded about an extra foot in
circumference and her breasts grew to the size of large beach
balls. "Stop! Stop!  Whoa!  What's happening?!"  Dementia cried as
her body slowly rose and came to settle, hovering about five feet
above the floor.  Her body had somehow absorbed light gases from
the air.
     The sight of Dementia all puffed up and floating several feet
above the ground was impressive enough to finally make her sister
realize how bizarre this scene was.  She walked around the balloon
girl, poking her here and there - her finger sinking into her
sisters puffy breasts and then her puffy legs.  At every touch, her
sister would groan, "Stop that!  Let me down!" and kick her swollen
legs a little.  She got down on her hands and knees and crawled
underneath Dementia.  Rolling over onto her back, she got an
amazing view.  She imagined that she was a tiny parade watcher
looking up at her gigantic inflated sister.  Appropriately, the
air-conditioner clicked on at this moment, blowing Dementia slowly
across the room.
     Meanwhile, Dementia's eyes darted back and forth searching for
her sister.  She was still whimpering and squeaking, "Get me down!"
every once in a while.  Her arms waved as much as she could move
them, her hands grasping at air.  "It only takes one hand to choke
someone," she thought, "if only she'd walk past my arm she'd be a
dead woman."  Unfortunately, Dementia's arm waving had the effect
of turning her torso a couple of inches, which invited her left
breast to seek a higher altitude.  Eventually its upward lift was
enough to flip her over so that she was looking up at the ceiling. 
This development startled her and she somehow found the strength to
kick her legs and wave her arms wildly.  "Let me down from here! 
Make me normal again!  Get the air out!"  Her sister was still in
a trance, feeling the wonder of what her invention could do.
     That trance was broken by uncontrollable laughter, however,
since Dementia's over-enthusiastic kicking caused her over-inflated
ass to burst out of the back flap of her over-stretched long
underwear.  The sight of Dementia's enormous buttocks bulging out
at her was so hilarious that tears came to her eyes and she pounded
the floor and kicked her feet as she laughed.
     But at last, Dementia got her revenge after all.  For some
reason, at that moment, she spontaneously deflated - hovering in
mid air for a second like a cartoon character before the inevitable
fall.  Her sister's laughter ceased abruptly as the bare ass she
had found so amusing a moment ago came crashing down on top of her
along with its owner.
     As her sister lay on the ground coughing, Dementia sprang to
her feet - her hands exploring her body to make sure that she was
back to normal.
     "What the hell did you do to me?!"
     "Cough cough...I told you already...cough...I used this
equipment to inflate you."
     "But how?"
     "You see the locket I gave you?"  Dementia lifted the locket
up and looked at it.  She watched as her sister lifted the chain
around her own neck, revealing a locket identical to hers.
     "That," pointing at Dementia's locket, "is the receiver and
this," pointing at her own locket, "is the transmitter."
     As her sister continued, Dementia quickly removed the cause of
all her trouble.  "This locket reads my thoughts.  I just imagine 
what I want your body to do, and it sends a signal to..."
     "The other locket?"  Dementia interrupted.
     "No, to the equipment.  The equipment then sends a signal to
the locket that you are wearing, which in turn, tells your body
what to do."
     "That's amazing!  But you could've warned me before testing
the thing out on me!"
     "Well, I originally planned to test it on myself, but I
figured, hey, why should I embarrass and humiliate myself when I
have you to pick on," she said with a sly grin.
     Dementia wasn't amused.  "You're the essence of evil,
Demoniaca!"
     Her sister's sly grin slowly faded into sputtering and
slobbering.  Dementia wished she could take back her words.  Her
sister looked as if she was about to do a scene from the exorcist -
head spinning, projectile vomiting, all while spewing obscenities. 
None of this happened, but the display that followed was equally
menacing, if not more so.
     Demoniaca clenched her fists so tightly her fingernails drew
blood from her palms.  Her whole body trembled, a breeze from
nowhere whipping her thin black hair around as if it had a life of
its own.  Her teeth were clenched so tightly it looked as if they
might crack.  She seemed to be straining when her mouth finally did
open and she managed to bellow in deep piercing tones, "I TOLD YOU
NEVER TO CALL ME THAT!!!!!"
     Demoniaca reached her bloody hands toward her sister's neck,
but then withdrew them and placed them against her temples as if
she was trying to stop horns from sprouting.
     "I've got to get out of here before I do something you will
regret!"  She rushed past Dementia grabbing her coat.
     She turned as she opened the front door, "...and if you touch
my equipment it'll be HELL to pay!"
     "I...I..."
     SLAM!
     "I'm sorry, Grimaldi."

************************

     Dementia was genuinely concerned.  It wasn't good to be on
Grimaldi's bad side.  She had learned that on a number of
occasions.  And calling her by her first name could mean a fate
worse than death.  But still, she wished she could teach her a
lesson - teach her that she can't always have her way.
     Then she thought about the machine.  "I know!  I could smash
this thing to bits!  This'll be the last time she turns me into a
balloon!"  She grabbed the first handy blunt object - a steam iron
- and raised it high above her head.  Just as she was about to
bring it down, a sparkle caught her eye.  It was Grimaldi's locket. 
She then looked down at her own locket and thought for a second, "I
wonder what would happen if I wore both lockets?"  She set the iron
aside and slid the chain of the transmitter locket over her head.
     DING DONG!
     "Shit!  They're here!"  She felt a chill and realized her butt
was still out, and there were no buttons to close her back flap. 
"What am I gonna do?"  She went through her sister's closet and
found a shiny red catsuit, apparently made of some sort of stretchy
lycra material.  She couldn't find a zipper on it, so she tried to
yank it off the hanger.  She kept pulling at the thing, stretching
it all the way across the room until finally it slid off the hanger
and smacked her in the face.
     "Ow!"  she said rubbing her nose, "This must be some sort of
prototype outfit for victims of that inflation machine."
     DING DONG!
     Well, at least it's the right color.  Dementia slipped it on
with little problem and it fit as if it was molded for her body. 
She then put on her devil horns and her black belt and went to
greet her guests.
     "Hi!"
     "Took ya long enough.  Where's the beer?"
     "Hi Cindy...Muffy...Spud...the rest of you."  Cindy, Muffy,
and Spud were really the only people she had invited from her
school, Podunk College in West Bejeezus.
     Cindy was dressed as the Toxic Avenger.  Muffy was dressed as
Sgt. Kabukiman, NYPD.  Spud was dressed like an Amway
representative.  The rest of the people didn't really matter to
Dementia.
     "Please come in.  The kegs are on the balcony."
     The four friends were nearly trampled as the crowd stampeded
to the balcony.
     "You guys come with me.  I have something to show you."
     They went back to Grimaldi's room.
     "What the hell is all of this?"
     "This is one hell of a party game, that's what this is."
     "What does it do?"
     "Well, if I can get it to work I'll show you."
     Dementia sat at the terminal and switched it on.  Various
pieces of equipment began to power up one by one.  Finally the
machine spoke.  "Give name for voice-print analysis."
     "Uh oh...Um...Grimaldi Decant."
     "Analyzing..." the computer suddenly took a more friendly
tone, "Hello Grimaldi...your Shaper program is now ready."
     "Whew!"
     "Hey how did you do that?  I mean, fake your sister's voice?"
     "I didn't fake it.  It IS my sister's voice.  We're identical
in every way, remember?  Besides, it's a really crappy security
program.  I could've cracked it if it hadn't let me in."  She would
rather not have, however.  No telling what booby traps Grimaldi had
put in the system.
     "So now what?"
     Dementia thought for a while, trying to come up with a
suitable demonstration.  Surely wearing both lockets would give her
control of her own body, but what would she do with that power -
more importantly, how could she spice up her party with it.
     She then got an idea.  But would it work in the next room?
     "I wonder what the range on this thing is?"  She thought to
herself.
     "Maximum range:  a radius of 66.338 miles."
     "Wow," she thought, "this thing really does read minds."
     "Let's all go to the next room.  I'll demonstrate there."
     When they walked over there, they found a group of people
bobbing for apples.  She approached the tub and waved everyone
aside.  She then unbuckled her belt, got down on her hands and
knees and plunged her head deep into the water.  Slowly, a hush
fell over the crowd as they watched her belly begin to bulge.  Soon
the only sounds in the room were the loud gulps from Dementia as
gallons of water poured into her stomach.  It hung beneath her,
audibly sloshing as she shifted positions to follow the rapidly
falling surface of the water in the tub.  At first, it looked like
she was going through a rapid pregnancy, her bloated belly passing
through all the stages within seconds - but soon it far surpassed
the gut of a woman nine months pregnant.  Because of the position
she was in, her stomach quickly reached the floor and began to
spread in all directions.  As she neared the bottom of the tub she
simply flopped down on top if it, bouncing and wobbling as waves
passed through her.  When she reached the bottom there was an
enormous slurping, and then a sound like a vacuum cleaner choking
as she sucked down the apples that were left over.
     After some effort, she managed to push herself back to a
sitting position, with her enormous stomach resting on the floor
between her widespread legs.  Dementia had drunk 30 gallons of
water.  She scanned the shocked expressions of the crowd, and held
her throat as a loud gurgling sound came through her bulging
abdomen.  She silently picked out a few targets and proceeded to
projectile belch whole apples at them.
     "Ow!"
     "Ouch!"
     "Ow!  Hey!"
     "Sorry, Cindy."
     Everyone still seemed to be astonished and completely at a
loss for words.  Before them was a little red devil with an
enormous belly full of water.  Dementia squeezed at the sides of
her stomach and started some enormous waves going back and forth as
she thought about her situation.
     "This is a disaster.  I didn't want them all to go blank like
this.  I've got to do something.  And how am I gonna get this water
out of me?"  She thought for a while more, then it hit her.
     She concentrated her thoughts, and felt the water begin to
leave her stomach.  Gasps came from the crowd once again as
suddenly, her breasts began to swell.  Slowly, her stomach shrank
as her bust siphoned the water from it.  Dementia moved her hands
from her stomach to her breasts.  They were now as big as the
balloons she'd put out for the party, and they were steadily
growing.  She put her hands underneath them.  Her belly supported
her bust for a while, but as it diminished, the new weight on her
chest was slowly dragging her upper body downward.  Her hands sunk
deeply into them, trying to support the weight of her bloated bosom
as her breasts grew larger than basketballs.  As her stomach faded
away, she closed her legs together and brought her knees up to
support her breasts.  When she felt the last few drops of water
trickle into them, they were each almost as large as bean-bag
chairs.  In fact, aside from the sloshing sound and the occasional
wave that went through them, the bright red outfit made them look
very much like bean-bag chairs.
     Dementia then carefully planned her next move.  With her
breasts propped up on her thighs, she reached forward and aimed
each of her nipples at a couple members of her audience.  Then she
thought to herself, "Okay...Purge!"
     To their amazement, two small streams of water shot through
the fabric over Dementia's nipples and began to soak various
unsuspecting party goers.  "Wow, I feel like a human squirt gun!"
thought Dementia as she proceeded to drench various people in the
crowd.  Eventually, the crowd decided to take the nearest exit as
an escape route, the glass doors leading to her patio.
     "Trying to get away eh?"  When Dementia had drained her
breasts enough that she could stand up again, she proceeded to
chase various guests around her house, giggling as she drenched
them and their costumes.  She stopped laughing, however, when she
realized that she could no longer find anyone.
     "What the hell?  They all LEFT?  I can't believe it!  This is
awful!  My party is ruined!"  She pouted, moping around her living
room as the last few drops of water trickled from her breasts.  She
noticed that one of her breasts was bigger than the other, so she
pounded on her chest, coughed up an apple, and then proceeded to
cry.
     "Dementia?"  Dementia looked up.  It was Cindy, Muffy, and
Spud.  "Bitchin' party, Dee Dee!"
     "Huh?"
     "Your sister's invention rocks!  Don't worry, we didn't even
really know those other people anyway.  Hey, what else can you do
with that thing?  Can we give it a try?"
     Maybe her party hadn't been such a disaster after all.  "I'm
afraid I'm the only one that can use it.  It's designed for my
sister.  The only reason it works on me is 'cause we're twins."
     "Well, the night is still young.  Let's go out and see what
this thing can really do!"
     Dementia's outfit was completely soaked, so she tried to grab
a coat as her three friends dragged her outside, but all she
managed to get hold of was her thick black belt.

******************

     The first place they visited was a bar.  Spud was a bartender
there, so she talked the bartender on duty into taking a couple of
hours off.  They called everyone over to watch as Dementia stood
behind the bar, guzzling beer from a hose.  At first the people
were simply amazed that she could drink so much without taking a
breath, but many dropped their glasses in shock when they saw where
all that beer was going.  As beer poured from the tap, through the
hose, and down her throat, Dementia's breasts began to fill up. 
"This is so much fun!"  thought Dementia, as she held her breasts
up with her hands and began to dance seductively.  When they became
as large as volleyballs, she alternately raised and lowered them as
if she were juggling.  The crowd cheered her on.  Their eyes
focused on the jiggling breasts of the bright red devil.
     Spud turned up the tap, and a minute later her breasts were
large enough to set on the counter in front of her, each of them
larger than beach balls.  Spud took this opportunity to move around
to counter to the front and held a mug underneath one of Dementia's
breasts and tweaked a nipple.
     "Hey!"  She soon got the idea and released the beer from
inside her until Spud let go of the nipple.
     "Attention everyone!  Come and try our Red Devil beer!  Milked
fresh from our own naughty demon!  Just remember to fill your mugs
from both tits!"
     Dementia's breasts sloshed violently as a dozen men rushed to
her nipples, all of them stealing a grope as they filled their
mugs.  "I'm a human beer cow!" thought Dementia.  Her breasts
continued to fill slowly, even though hoards of thirsty perverts
were draining gallons from her within minutes.  Several men tried
to hit on her, but she couldn't speak with all the swallowing she
was doing.  Eventually the crowd settled, and Spud turned the tap
off.  By then, her breasts were each slightly larger than bean-bag
chairs.  She tried to hug them, but they were wider than her
armspan.  Since her bust was resting on the counter, the huge red
mass filled her entire view.  She imagined that her nipples reached
well beyond the opposite side of the countertop.  The only way she
knew to release beer was the sensation of someone grabbing her
nipples on the other side.
     For 45 minutes, she simply sat leaning against her immense
bosom, giving beer whenever someone gave her a squeeze.  Apparently
she wasn't immune to the alcohol's effects, however.  Whenever a
man would hit on her from the other side of the counter, she'd take
a deep breath, shout "Moo!" and squirt whoever happened to be
standing there.
     After an hour, she heard the police come in, mumbling
something about an ordinance, and that alcohol can't be served in
the presence of nudity.  She heard Spud say something about there
being no nudity, just huge tits.  Then the police said something
about being thirsty, and that they were now off duty.  A few
seconds later she felt a tug at her nipples and gave a good squirt.
     Halfway through the second hour, Dementia was beginning to get
bored.  Her boobs had been drained down to the size of beach balls,
so she decided to go around serving people at the tables.  Her
already damp outfit now stunk of beer, but she was having fun
playing a waitress/human keg.  Her breasts sloshed violently with
every step, and she had to support them with her arms just so she
didn't topple over.  Everything was going fine, however, until a
small earthquake hit.  She managed to stay on her feet, staggering
back and forth, making several men happy by clobbering them with
her huge bust.  She seemed okay after the tremors stopped, but then
she noticed a fizzing sound coming from inside her.  As her arms
began to move apart she realized the carbonation in the beer was
inflating her breasts.  They continued inflating until they were
the same size they had been when they were sitting on the bar. 
Thankfully, they weren't as heavy, but she had two enormous red
balloons looming in front of her.  Since they were just full of
foam and no beer, her friends let the other bar tender go back on
duty and squeezed Dementia out of the double doors and drained her
outside in the parking lot.  Then Muffy had an idea.
     The three girls took their balloon buddy to the mall, which
always had various activities for children on Halloween.  They
talked Dementia into playing a joke on a friendly clown who was
blowing up helium balloons for children.  Dementia removed her belt
and then the four girls approached the clown.
     "Excuse me, Miss!  What happens if something gets stuck in
there?"
     "In where?"  The clown asked confused.
     "In here!"   Dementia stuck her finger into the nozzle of the
clown's helium tank.
     "Oh no!  I'm stuck!  Get me out!"
     The clown tugged.  "It won't budge!"
     "Well maybe it'll pop out if you turn the air on."
     The clown did as Muffy suggested, then the three girls backed
away, giggling.
     A crowd of children began to gather around, watching as
Dementia's arm filled with air.  The helium spread across her chest
to her other arm and then into her hips, butt and legs.  Dementia
looked terrified, but she was doing her best not to burst out
laughing.  Her body puffed up the way it had when her sister
inflated her, but soon her waist began to bulge out as well.  As
her feet left the ground, her torso continued to inflate until it
was as round as a ball, engulfing her arms out to her elbows and
her legs down to her knees.  The clown simply watched in shock, her
mouth gaping open.  Muffy then turned off the helium.  With her
spherical torso and her puffy arms and legs stiffly sticking out,
Dementia looked sort of like a big inflated four-fingered glove. 
She maintained her look of terror as Cindy tied a ribbon around her
foot and the trio carried her out of the mall.  The clown still
stood in the same position, mouth gaping.  Kids were tugging at her
sleeves, begging for a balloon like the one she gave to those
girls.
     They took Dementia into the parking lot and she deflated
herself.  They rolled on the ground laughing hysterically - the
women were still drunk from the scene at the bar.  Cindy came up
with a new plan for mischief, so they piled into her car and went
back to Dementia's neighborhood.
     The four of them decided to go trick-or-treating.  They
stopped at the first house and yelled, "Trick or treat!"  The old
lady opened the door and gave them a nice large amount of candy
which, to her surprise, Dementia gulped down right in front of her,
wrappers and all.  "More please!"  The confused old woman went back
inside her house and slammed the door.  They did a similar
performance at several houses - each time Dementia's gut was a
little bit bigger.  Eventually, her stomach was as large as it had
been at the party, and she could no longer stand up.  Her friends
were having too much fun to stop, however, and rolled her to a
couple more houses before loading her into the car and driving back
to her house.  Her friends went inside, trying to figure out a way
to get her through the door.  As Dementia lay on her back in the
middle of her lawn, she heard small footsteps approaching.
     "Hey lady, you have a big belly."
     She looked up at the trick-or-treater, "Yes, I do."
     "I bet you can't eat all this candy though."  The child held
up a large sack.  She'd made an impressive haul for the night.
     "Yep, I can eat it all."
     "Na'uh!"
     "Can too."
     "Let me see then!"  She proceeded to dump her bag of candy
into Dementia's mouth.  She easily gulped down the entire bag,
adding a few more pounds to the contents of her stuffed stomach.
"Wow!  How'd you do that?"
     Dementia couldn't answer.  She was feeling the full effects of
the alcohol she'd consumed earlier, and had passed out completely. 
She didn't even notice when a group of kids gathered around her -
and she didn't feel the garden hose being shoved into her mouth.
     Spud came out and was puzzled by what she saw.  Several
children had gathered around what appeared to be a bright red
Volkswagen parked on the lawn.
     As she chased the children away, she saw what they had been
watching.  "Dee Dee!  What did they do to you?"  She yanked the end
of the hose out of Dementia's mouth and then began pushing against
her enormous belly, which completely covered her body except for
her head.  Pushing on her stomach turned out not to be such a good
idea as she spewed wet candy all over the front yard.

******************

     They put her belt back on and dragged her to the back of her
house.  In an attempt to revive Dementia, her friends threw her
into her backyard pool.  It worked.  "What the hell?  Are you guys
trying to drown me?"
     "Hey, you're awake aren't you?  Now get out of the pool so we
can think of another way to have fun with your sister's invention."
     Dementia was nearly to the edge of the pool when she suddenly
stopped.  Her breasts were trying to float to the surface.  In
fact, when she stopped swimming, they did just that.  She didn't
even need to tread water to stay afloat.
     "Dementia!  Stop playing around and get over here!"
     "I'm not playing around!  My breasts just inflated by
themselves!"  As she spoke she heard a faint hissing, and they
inflated a little more, now bigger than melons and easily holding
her afloat.  She swam to the edge and pulled herself out.
     "Muffy!  Go get the notebook computer out of the other room. 
It's linked with my sister's system."  Muffy did as she was told,
but when she got back, Dementia's breasts were bigger than
volleyballs.  Her friends looked over her shoulder as she tapped
away at the keyboard.  "Oh no!" she shouted, slamming the notebook
computer shut.  Just then, as she explored the program, her breasts
had another growth spurt and inflated to the size of beach balls -
startling her friends and making them back up.
     "What?!  What's wrong?"  They were on the verge of panic.
     "It's the lockets!  I shouldn't have gotten them wet!  They're
malfunctioning!"  They inflated again until they were bigger than
bean bag chairs, forcing her friends to back away even more.  Their
bottoms were level with her knees and she could barely see over the
top of her air-filled bust.
     "OOWW!  There's something wrong!"
     "No kidding!"
     "No!  I mean...it feels different.  It's like my breasts are
inflating, but the skin isn't stretching enough.  I think...I think
I'm going to explode!"  Her breasts rapidly inflated again, only
this time, it didn't seem that they were going to stop.
     "Ow!  It hurts!  Help me!"  Dementia's body disappeared behind
her breasts as the enormous balloons swelled toward the three
women.  They were backed against the wall with the enormous breasts
rapidly approaching them.  They imagined what the scene would look
like - Dementia exploding, blood and gore flying everywhere.  Her
pals decided it was time to make a hasty retreat.  They ran around
the house and piled into their car, listening for an explosion as
they drove away.
     Meanwhile, Dementia's breasts had stopped.  "Suckers!"  They
quickly deflated back to normal.  "I never thought I'd get rid of
those three!"  They had caused enough trouble for one night, so she
had decided to scare them away.  "I guess I'd better clean up
everything before Grimmy gets back," said Dementia as she turned to
go into the house.  "I'd be in deep shit if she found out that I
had...GASP!"  As Dementia opened the door, she saw her sister
standing there, hands bandaged, arms folded, tapping her foot.
     "Grimaldi!  I...uh...I can explain!"
     Her sister stepped outside.  Dementia backed away.  "No need
to explain.  In fact, I'm happy with what you've done.  You've
tested my invention in ways that I would never have thought of.  I
must say, the thing you did to that poor clown was very rude -
although you probably boosted her business."
     "You..."
     "That's right.  I saw everything.  You see, there's some
details about my invention that I forgot to tell you."  Grimaldi
pulled out a small pocket computer.  Dementia looked at it, and
realized that the images from her own eyes were somehow projected
onto the little screen.
     "But how..."
     "You see, Dementia, one night when you had taken sleeping
pills, I came into your room and surgically inserted an implant
behind your right ear."  Dementia tugged at her earlobe.  It felt
sore.
     "It allows my computer to see everything you see.  It also
acts as a receiver for this," said Grimaldi, punching some buttons
on the pocket computer.  Slowly, Dementia's breasts began to
inflate once again.  In fact, she could feel her entire body
swelling very gradually.  She snatched off the receiver locket but
it had no effect.  "That won't do you any good.  It's just an
ordinary locket.  So is the other one.  The real receiver is inside
your head, and the real transmitter is this little control unit. 
Up until now, you've been able to control your body using your
implant, but I've just switched off that particular function."
     Dementia thought about making a lunging grab for the
minicomputer, but instantly her bust, arms, hips, butt, and legs
swelled an extra 10 inches in circumference.
     "I wouldn't try anything if I were you.  It'll only make you
inflate faster."
     "What are you going to do with me?"
     "Hmm..." Grimaldi tried to think of a fitting punishment for
her sister.  "I think grounding you for a day should be
sufficient."
     "Whew!"  thought Dementia, "that's not bad at all."    
     "You are not permitted to leave this house for 24 hours.  If
you do, each of your breasts will inflate to a circumference equal
to the distance you are from the house."
     "That's horrible!"
     "Yes it is.  Especially since you happen to be standing
thirteen feet away from the door right now."
     "What?  Oh no!"  With a loud hissing sound, each of Dementia's
breasts each bulged out to a diameter of four feet.  They tugged
upward on her body with tremendous force, making her lose her
balance and stumble even farther away from the house.
     "This isn't fair!  Make it stop, Grimmy!  Help!"  Soon
Dementia's feet left the ground and she rose higher and higher into
the sky.  Her breasts growing larger and larger until, finally, she
disappeared into the night sky.  A minute later the torn remains of
a red outfit fluttered to the ground at Grimaldi's feet.

******************

     "I wonder where she'll end up," thought Grimaldi.  "The range
on this control is 200 feet, and beyond that she will stay the size
she is until her chip burns out...Oh well.  I never liked her
anyway."
     She tossed the minicomputer into the pool.  "No point keeping
up this hobby now that my guinea pig is gone.  Maybe I can find
another toy to play with."

The End...more tales to come