Nope, the Manacite has more fun

The Manacite had no clue how she’d react, but decided to mess a bit with their Japanese hostess. With a cartoonish boing sound coming from somewhere, the costume sprouted a pair of big breasts that wobbled up and down on her chest. They were almost as big as her head, and it clearly looked off on her small figure. She gave a deadpan look at the mirror, yet she couldn’t contain a tiny smile on the corner of her lips. “Ha, ha. Very funny, guys.”

But even as she said that, she brought her hands up to cup these intruders, leaving her wand on the nearby desk. In her hands, they felt soft and quite giving, yet she didn’t feel anything herself. At the end of the day, it was just air that perfectly emulated what breasts of that size should feel like.

While she kept massaging and squeezing them, the outfit decided to give her more to enjoy, and slowly expanded those assets between her digits. As time went on, her hands kept being **** aside as the orbs gained in size. When they stopped, each had grown slightly bigger than the party balloons littering the floor. She looked absolutely absurd, yet she said nothing, just making them bounce up and down in her playful hands.

The Manacite now decided to test Asami’s limit to the situation. With no warnings, her arms were outright shoved away by her breasts growing to absolute disproportionate size, sending her stumbling a few steps backwards. Where before, the plausibility was questionable but reasonable, she now sported a pair of balloons with each airy boob twice as wide as her.

“Woah, don’t you think this is too much?” Yet there was no hostility in her voice. Her arms had absolutely zero way of reaching around her inflated assets anymore. Luckily, they weighed nothing like breasts of that size would. In fact, they seemed to point forward in a way that was clearly unnatural.

Asami pressed her arms atop her emulated boobs to gain her vision back. She had a bit of trouble holding them down, as if they were fighting her. A playful smirk graced her face, a wicked idea came to her mind. “It is on.”

She jumped up and dove forward, hoping the friendly outfit would assist her a bit. She landed on the softest inflatable her body ever rode, which lightly bounced her with her ass high in the air as the balloons on the ground were sent flying around her. Her top hat fell off her head, but instead of impacting the ground, it floated to land next to the discarded wand. Now, she was laughing at the absurdity of the situation, while hugging her impossible assets as much as she could.

“Your move”, she taunted. With a surprised yelp from her, her assets bulged in size by about a foot, slightly sending her flying off the ground atop her balloon boob. Now, she was laughing in joy as gravity sent her back to the ground. As she landed, her breast had another growth surge when she’d sunk the deepest she could. She ascended higher on that bounce, yet she barely noticed it as she was busy rubbing her legs and her arms over her silky airy assets.

Another landing and another surge sent her a few inches from the bedroom’s ceiling, her butt grazing right off some of the helium balloons above. Nobody in their right mind would categorize what Asami was bouncing on were technically supposed to be boobs. She sank so much in her overgrown bean bags that you could only see the petite asian from looking right from above.

The following bounce inflated those assets with a deep groan, sending her flying high and colliding with the big balloons above, pinning her against them. The hyperinflated suit stayed glued in place, trapping its passenger between the rubbery orbs and the balloony boobies below. They didn’t really apply any harsh pressure on Asami, the plan wasn’t to hurt her, just to trap her in ultimate softness. She also had no issue breathing, the fabric easily allowing the air to flow through.

The asian still had a dreamy smile, just enjoying the comfort of her current predicament. She could still move her arms and her legs with moderate difficulty, so it wasn’t hard to find the comfiest setup to enjoy it to the max. “This was wild. Fabric isn’t supposed to stretch like that. You really can do anything, eh?”

She rested her head on the bloated costume, and closed her eyes for a moment. The fatigue and the absurdity of the day finally came crashing down on her, and before she realized it, fell asleep.