She Stuffs!: Deflating Miss Thing

*Author's Note: Each chapter of this thread will be its own stand alone story. Lengths will vary. Not all stories will be connected.*

(All characters in this story are presumed to be 18 years or older, unless specified.)

From the moment Victoria Black walked through the doors of my school in my senior year, I just knew she was going to be trouble. Transferring to Roosevelt High School at the beginning of the year, she came off as snobby, arrogant and spoiled.

She must have thought very highly of herself because right on day one she walked down the hall as if she had owned the place her entire life. Her chin never left its lofty lift as she made an effort to look down on everyone she came into contact with. Big or small, it did not matter. It didn't matter if she knew their social status or not, it did not seem to faze her one bit as that ego inflated grin on her face proved testament to. Of course I was pretty shocked when even the most stuck-up of bitches fawned over her the very first time they met her.

Hell, even I was impressed.

I mean who wouldn't be? Wearing a short sweater dress and leggings, and perched on a pair of thick and arching pumps, her outfit really showed off her voluptuous body to a T. Leading the way without even the slightest hint of bounce were probably the biggest pair of tits I had ever seen. Pushing out into her sweater like a pair of perky missiles, Victoria's boobs were instantly overwhelming as the size of her swells easily took up almost every inch of her chest and stuck out nearly the length of a ruler! Looking around, I could see that all of the guys were salivating at the idea of getting the overly busty redhead topless. Wrapped around her waist as the perfect accessory was a thick black belt that really emphasized her small waist. In fact, she was the skinniest girl of them all!

Huge tits, skinny waist, what else could the guys possibly need?

How about a big old helping of bootylicious eye candy to go along with those melons?

When she walked by me that first time, I couldn't help but be amazed at the size of her ass given that her hips barely had any flair at all!

Walking through the crowded hallway like a hot knife through butter, she made her way to the office to get checked in.

I learned that day that I only had to share one period with her and that was PE, but all morning I had to hear everyone gossiping about the new girl. They talked about everything ranging from her hair, to her clothes, wondering what she liked while the guys talked about what everyone expects guys to talk about.

Her body.

Yep, the new girl was certainly inspiring the boys as evidenced by the more than usual adjustments. It was like the moment she was mentioned, all of the guys reached right down and tugged on their dicks.

For me it wasn't so bad. I got to see what a lot of the guys were packing so I knew who to focus on this year. Sure, like any girl I like a cute and good looking guy, but for me, they have to be bigger than my middle fingers. Setting my sights on a boy named Andy, he was definitely right up my alley. Cute, shaggy hair and not a jock, plus he had a pretty nice package. I knew this because he popped a hard on the first time he saw the new girl just like everybody else.

But it wasn't until the last period of the day on the first day of school that all of us girls felt the true power and impact of Victoria Elaine Black.

PE.

Walking into the locker room well after everyone else, 20 of us girls are already in some state of undress. Now I'm no lesbo, but it's hard not to look at the other girls as they change their clothes. Various shapes and sizes, most of them were pretty, but there was one thing that tied most of us together, including me, was that we were *average*. Of course there's always a couple that stand out and they also happened to be cheerleaders. Tight and toned with nice butts and perky tits, they were the hottest of the hot and not afraid to get completely naked in front of the rest of us.

That previously unrivaled glory was quickly challenged when the new girl walked into the locker room. Not saying a word and with her chin still held precipitously high, she looked down her nose as she walked up to an open and empty locker, carrying her gym bag on her dainty shoulder. Just that confident walk with those big tits thrusted forward imperiously and that surprisingly round ass snapping grabbed everybody's attention almost instantly, including the two naked cheerleaders.

When I looked around, no one was interested in minding their own business and going back to getting ready for class. They were all transfixed onto the girl with the beautiful long, red hair.

When she set it down on the bench, she didn't waste any time getting undressed. Taking off the big black belt first, it came apart revealing that it was tailored to fit her exact measurements. So there is no hidden gut, not that I expected to see one on someone so skinny anyways. Having set it down on the bench behind her, she immediately scooped up her sweater dress and peeled it off. On that day, everybody was staring slack jawed when she revealed her lithe body and that bulging, light purple lace monstrosity strapped to her chest!

Her bra was absolutely fucking enormous! I mean, I get modesty, but did she really need to cover up all of her flesh? I don't recall seeing any cross dangling from her neck or having heard about a Bible being placed on her desk, so what gives? Yet at the same time, seeing that big and purple monster sent a chill down my spine. I might be a C cup when I'm ovulating, but she's packing some serious melons! After the baring of the bra, she then decided to take her time and rubbed it in all of our faces by folding up her sweater dress and placing it neatly on the bench.

She still hadn't taken off her shoes which were obviously bolstering her height and propelling her to a more statuesque appeal then most of us shorties ever thought about trying. I remember thinking that when she had finished sitting down her sweater that she would go right for her pants, I was wrong. She decided that then would also be a good time to start pulling out her outfit for gym. Like most of us, she pulled out a t-shirt, a sports bra, and pair of lycra shorts. When she pulled out a pair of white Skechers last, I was pretty shocked by how thick the soles were. They damn near looked like platform shoes!

So the new girl didn't like being short... That was interesting to say the least!.

It was only after she set them down did she finally push down her pants. Like her bra, her panties were incredibly lacey and bulky looking even though they were cut appropriately around the legs. Matching her bra stitch for stitch, it was also the first time that I noticed just how big her cunt was! Literally the size and shape of a camel's hoof, she was certainly packing quite a bit of heat for someone so skinny. For a woman like that though, having the body of a Playboy model, it had to have been par for the course. Acting like getting undressed is no big deal in front of the rest of us, she only kicked off her heels when it was time to pull her feet out from her pants.

Down to her bra and panties, everybody looked on waiting with anticipation for her to take them off, but again we all had to wait and she decided to pick up her clothes and put them away in her locker, placing her heels right on top. It did give everyone a chance though to stare at her panty covered ass. Big and round, it fit perfectly between her narrow hips even though it looked rather large considering the size of her legs. I don't know if anybody else noticed, but the back of her panties looked weird to me, like they were made specifically to cover up every inch of it. Then as if she was giving us all the middle finger, she closes the door, turns back around, bends over and scoops up her neatly folded gym clothes and shoes. Holding them beneath her big and jutting boobs, she then starts walking over to the toilets.

She never made it because she was ambushed by the naked cheerleaders.

"Hey, you're the new girl right?" Shanice asked, not the least bothered by anyone staring at her small, but upturned chocolate colored tits.

"Uh huh." The redhead said, nodding slightly, but annoyed at having been interrupted.

"What's your name?" Mia asked next, stepping to the side to cut the new girl off from the stalls. Bigger than Shanice, she's still smaller than me.

"Victoria..." The redhead said rolling her eyes. Really wanting to get to that stall, she tries to sidestep, but Mia cuts her off again.

Looking the over stacked girl up and down, Mia and Shanice exchanged glances then look with expectant smiles on their faces. "Wanna be a cheerleader?" Mia asked.

"Yeah, you definitely got the bod for it. If you got the bod, you got the skills." Shanice said sounding like her usual, ghetto self.

"Word." Mia said, then gave her bestie a high five.

Funny thing is, Shanice doesn't even know what a ghetto is, she's nothing more than an Oreo cookie living in a McMansion paid for by her doctor Daddy.

"Fine." Victoria said, becoming the newest member of the cheerleading squad on day one! Finally allowed to pass, she walked into the bathroom stall where she closed it and changed her clothes. When she emerged, she came out a bona fide superstar. Those bike shorts looked incredibly good and that t-shirt, holy fuck was it tight! It hugged her blown out boobs and little body like a second skin! In fact it was so tight that the outline of her nipples could be easily seen!

After that first day Victoria Black was the most popular girl in school and by the end of the week was dating the most popular guys. She also kept wearing tight and clingy clothes. If she wasn't wearing stretch pants, she was wearing short skirts that allowed her lace covered ass to hang out every time she bent over just a little bit. All of that made her the odds on favorite to be homecoming queen.

It was also going to be her first game as a Roosevelt High cheerleader. The game was nothing memorable, at least to me. I only went because Andy wanted to go. He may not be a jock, but he did enjoy watching the games and being the good girlfriend I am, I went along to be his arm candy if nothing else. I also wasn't really looking forward to homecoming either. Not because I don't like to dress up, I love to dress up! But this year I volunteered to be on the homecoming committee so that meant I had to help out. IE: keep the refreshments stocked and my boyfriend focused to keep him from checking out the big boobies redhead! He offered to DJ since the school didn't want to pay his fee to play with his band. The only nice perk from doing a little extra was the fact that I got to go to dance for free. It was also this night that everything changed. Up until that point I never really gave a thought about Victoria and her gaggle of cheerleading girlfriends. I never had an interest, why should I? I didn't talk to her and she didn't talk to me. In fact, even to this day I don't know why I got so involved in her personal affairs and the resulting actions that I ended up taking, but in the end it was worth it.

Oh, it was really worth it...

Having spent most of my night hanging out with my boyfriend, I didn't see much of Victoria till she climbed the steps to the stage to accept her plastic tiara and sash. Before then I only caught a couple of glimpses of her dancing amongst her friends and I got the funny feeling that something just wasn't right about her.

Wearing a gold, strapless ball gown, she looked like a movie star compared to everyone else. Dancing the night away, she was definitely the centerpiece as everyone kept stealing glances at her. To be honest I thought she looked really beautiful. Her hair was done up nicely, her makeup flawless like usual and her dress shimmered under the soft glow of the gym lights high above, burning at 1/10th the brightness they normally do. The whole dance was really well done and the aura was very pleasant and definitely romantic.

I should know, I spent the last three days decorating the damn place!

Anyways, what first raised my suspicions about her was when she would dance and hold her arms above her head, her boobs stayed in one place while her chest seemingly lifted out from behind her amply filled dress! The affirmation came when she came up to receive her crown.

"As chairman of the homecoming committee, it is my pleasure to announce this year's homecoming Queen as none other than... Victoria Black! Congratulations honey!" Stacy squeals, totally infatuated with the busty redhead since day one!

The spotlight instantly shining down on her from the rafters catches her with her back turned to the stage! Spinning on her tall high heels, the busty redhead tugs up on her dress as she flashes everyone a brilliant smile while waving. Making her way to the stairs, everyone moves out of her way as her giant bust leads the way. Clapping along with everyone else, I watch as she climbs the stairs and then stops briefly to tug up on her dress again. Either she lost some weight over the last hour, or the zipper of her strapless gown is coming down. One thing is definitely for sure though, the cups of her dress are not nearly as tight looking as they were when I was watching her dance with her friends not even 10 minutes ago. Reaching the top of the stairs, instead of turning towards Stacy and the microphone, she turns left and ducks stage left. Finding this behavior odd, I do note that the zipper to her dress is just fine. When she turns around a few seconds later, the top of her dress is positively bulging and looking ready to blow!

My eyes bulging out like Victoria's boobs, I cannot believe what I am seeing! Just a second ago, Vicki's dress was slipping down her boobs and now it looks as tight as ever! As she strides to center stage, the look of confidence on her face is overwhelmingly apparent and when she turns, those humongous boobs are pushed right out! Posing as the sash and then the crown is placed on top of her coiffed hair, she raises her arms in triumph as the crowd whistles and cheers!

Stepping to the microphone, she looks out at the crowd with the big smile on her face. "Thank you so much for all of the love and support that you have shown me since coming to this school! I never would have imagined being welcome so warmly at any other place! From the bottom of my heart, I am truly blessed to be your homecoming queen!"

"WE LOVE YOU TOO, VICKI!" The crowd yells in affirmation of their love for the over endowed, cheerleading bimbo!

Standing next to my boyfriend who is wolf whistling, I look at him and scoff. "They only like her because she has really big boobs."

"That's not the only reason." He says then quickly shuts up when he sees the cross look on my face.

Rolling my eyes, I look back to the golden girl with very red hair and I'm reminded with the healthy swell of her ass pushing out the back of her dress. "Ugh..."

It was that night that I realized that I did not like the new girl, Vicki Black. I didn't like her because she's not very friendly, she looks down on everybody and acts like everyone owes her and expects them to bow down to her. They do which only fuels her ego even more than her big boobs and big ass is already doing for her!

Unfortunately for me, I couldn't really investigate right away why her dress went from loose to skin tight in a matter of seconds. I got my lucky break when I was informed that some of my classes were getting switched up a couple of weeks later. Instead of having English for third period, I was being transferred to second. It just so happened to be the same class that Victoria was currently enrolled in. When I arrive, I am on time. When she arrives, she's five minutes late. Does the teacher do anything about it? Does he write her up, or threaten her with detention? No... He just simply looks at her tits and then motions for her to take her seat without an interruption to roll call.

Walking down between the rows of desks swaying her hips, she is making her shorter than policy allows black and red plaid skirt to dance provocatively. Emphasized by the constant tilting of her black belt coupled together with a polished aluminum buckle, it also serves to remind everyone just how narrow her torso is. Covered with a skin tight, black t-shirt, it leaves little to the imagination as those giant boobs stick out like rockets, the design of her bra showing right through it. Completing her look, other than the arrogant smirk and upturned nose, is a pair of dark hose lathering her legs and a pair of black leather high heel boots. Walking to the only other empty desk in the classroom, it just so happens to be right next to mine. Glancing at me without so much as a hint of recognition, she turns towards it and then bends right over to set her purse down. When she does I get a face full of her lace covered butt!

Having to lean away from that arching booty, it doesn't mean that I'm not looking at it though. In fact I am staring! Not only is she showing off a heaping amount of her cushy tushy, but also an eyeful of her fantastically phat va-jay-jay! Long and thick, those lips end where that bulbous ass begins. The only thing that is weird, other than the fact that it is well within my personal space, is her underwear. Bent right over the way she is, they really do remind me of a football players helmet as the leg openings are just the right size for those little twigs to stick out from. Standing back up, the Ice Queen flips her hair as she arches her back and swivels to sit down. Taking her sweet ass time, she eventually pushes that butt of hers onto the chair and draws her knees under the desk. Wiggling about, I swear she must have ADHD or something, because it takes her a full five more minutes to sit still. If she's not messing with the back of her skirt, then she's picking at her top. When she finally finishes, I can focus on the lesson.

For all of 20 minutes.

That's when she wiggles audibly in her seat again as she drops her hand to her belt buckle. This catches my attention because it's not normal. Seemingly fiddling with it, in reality she has her thumb right behind the waistband of her skirt. Now what can she be doing? I am asking myself when I hear something very faint, but definitely real coming from somewhere on her person.

*Squee, squee, squee, squee, squee... Pooooosh... Squee, squee, squee, squee, squee...*

Trying really hard to look like I'm not staring, a glance up at her face and see the glazed over look in her eyes. The bitch is bored and definitely entertaining herself by doing something with that belt buckle of hers! Looking away when her eyes swivel my way, I instead look forward with a thousand yards stare as I hear the ominous noise again.

*Squee, squee, squee, squee, squee... Pooooosh... Squee, squee, squee, squee, squee...*

Racking my brain for what that sound I am faintly hearing reminds me of, I eventually settle on a dog toy. Glancing over in her direction again, she finally catches wind of my interest and slowly withdraws her hand from the front of her skirt. Making but the briefest of eye contact with her, she scowls at me then starts twirling her finger in her hair to pass the time. Then not even ten minutes later her hand shoots up waving urgently.

"Mr. Rhapsody, I *really* need to go to the bathroom!" Vicki calls out, her hand shoved down to her crotch, clenching her thighs hard.

Interrupted in the middle of an admittedly boring lecture on the difference between relative, reflexive, interrogative and possessive pronouns, the teacher turns around visibly annoyed. "Yes Miss Black, you can go to the bathroom." He says sounding just as he looks.

Looking over as she lowers her arm, something about her seems *different*, but I can't quite put my finger on it. It isn't until she is reaching for her purse when I see it. Miss Thing's big tits look *smaller*. It's not blatantly obvious, but the intricate patterns of her lace bra are not showing as clearly through her top and her overall size, as illuminated by the light shining through the window, *appears* reduced.

Does anyone else notice? Nope! The guys are still ogling and drooling like idiots while the rest of the peon girls are scowling.

Watching that big ass wiggle away, I see her intricately decorated undies flash and all I can think of is that they remind me of a diaper!

Not seeing her for her for the rest of the period, I do catch sight of her at lunch, but she is surrounded by her new besties which ALL hate me. Staying very far away, my next opportunity is at gym. Keeping an eye on her as I change my clothes, I wait until she walking towards the stalls in just her solid black and fancy looking underwear when I stop and tail her. Passing by chattering and laughing girls, no one thinks its odd that I am following Vicki to the toilets.

Everyone has to go eventually.

Hanging back, I wait for her to choose a stall. Taking the next one, I carefully close the door and lower my shorts as if I have to go. Looking under the divider, I see her fancy panties wrapped around her ankles as the sound of something hitting the water echoes from her stall.

*Splash!*

Knowing that Vicki is going poo, I look at her dropped drawers and notice right away that they look oddly bulky, like something is hidden inside them, a diaper perhaps? Could the reigning Queen of Curves really be wearing a very expensive and discreet adult diaper!? Judging from the bulky look of her piled panties I would have to say no, but those undies and what happened in class earlier has really got my attention now.

*Pooooooooooooooooooooooosh... Click... Ruffle, ruffle, flop!*

Next thing I know Miss Thing's huge bra is hanging over the divider! Looking at it, the cups definitely have something in them, but what? Reaching up I gently rub one and can totally feel something thick and pliable in it! As I am doing this, I can hear her getting dressed.

*Ssssssssssft* The sound of fabric on skin, I see her stepping into her spandex shorts followed by her epic sports bra. Then I hear that sound again from English class, only *much* louder.

*Squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee!*

I really wish I could see what she's doing, but I didn't bring a friggin' mirror! It does sound like she is blowing something up though... Then my eyes light up when I realize it! Victoria Elaine Black is wearing *INFLATABLE UNDERWEAR!*

So Miss Thing is using pneumatic enhancement, hmm? I wonder just how much *enhancing* she requires...

Quickly exiting the stall, I don't flush because I don't want her to know that she was being spied on. Quickly tip toeing away, I make it back to my locker just in the nick of time. Arriving in the tight gym t-shirt and spandex shorts is Miss Thing showing off a bunch of boob, butt and pussy crack! Looking away as she walks by behind me, I glance over just as she exits the locker room and heads to class. Looking over at her locker I am dismayed to see a bright pink, key lock on it.

Shit!

No matter, I will get my hands on that bitch's underwear, some way, some how!

I may be a loner, but I do have some friends and so does Andy. It is he who gets me in touch with a kid named "Frank-K" who can pick locks. The next day we are in the locker room while the cheerleaders practice outside after school.

"So, how long have you been doing this, Frankie?" I ask, no longer worried about an errant cheerleader walking in on us. If anyone needed anything, one of them would have come back by now.

"It's Frank-KAY! KAY, KAY, KAY!" The 13 year-old budding thief says, pausing to look at me annoyed at having to tell me how to say his name multiple times already.

"Sorry..." I reply feeling bad.

"It's cool..." He says, nodding his head like a gangsta' then looks at my tits.

Perv...

Rolling my eyes, I hear the happy sound of a lock sliding and I watch with sparkling eyes, like a kid opening up a longed for present, that bright pink lock opens up. "Sweet!"

Putting his lock picking kit away, consisting of a paperclip a needle, Frank-K turns and holds out his hand. "Time to pay up."

Looking sideways at him, I roll my eyes as I dig out a $20 and hand it to him.

"Umm..." He says, his fingers rubbing.

Reaching in again, I pull out another twenty and slap it in his hand.

"Next time you try cheatin' me , bitch, you gonna be sorry." He says trying to act all tough.

"Shut up... Don't forget that I know your brother." I reply then start pushing him to the door.

"Hey! I wanna see what's inside!" He says knowing very well who's locker he was busting into!

"Nope, sorry. Not for virgin eyes!" I yelp as I open the door then scoot him through it.

"Yo! Who say's I'm a virgin?!?" Frank-K says, turning around and crossing his arms, trying to act all cool again.

"Yo' sista be-yotch!" I street right back then shut the door.

"Fuckin' ho..." Frank-K mutters as he walks down the hall with his hands in his pocket, head hung low and shoulders invariably slumped.

Alone at last, I walk up to Victoria's locker and remove the padlock. Flicking the handle, the door swings open and there, sitting on top of everything is her pride and joy.

Her bra and panties.

Looking at them, I memorize how they are folded before I pick up the bra and open it up.

Freakishly huge, it looks more like frilly piece of chest armor than a bra. Feeling the weight of the cups in my hands, it has everything to do with whatever is stitched inside. Seeing the tag, I hold it up and read it.

*Curvy Dreams, "Blow Up Bombs!". Size - 30H.*

Counting on my fingers, I do some quick bra math and figure out that Victoria's size is equivalent to a 36DD. Looking down at the lace monstrosity again, I am confused as to why she would need a bra that makes her already big chest look even bigger? Deciding not to dwell on the why, i instead feel around for the inflator. Finding a button right below the big rose, I push on it repeatedly and nothing happens. "Huh... That's weird. If this an air bra, there has to be a way to blow it up." I say as I toss it and turn it again, Feeling all around until my fingers pinch the big flower against the bridge and the lined inside of the massive cups stir. "Eureka!" I exclaim! "Now it's time to see just how big this puppy will grow!"

*Squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee!*

Pushing that big flower 17 times, I finally see why the bra is called a "Curvy Dream"...

Because the bitch who wears it can only dream of having tits this big! Holding up the fully inflated bra, I can clearly see that the inflatables are designed to give a woman with no tits a pair of absolutely, mother fucking huge sweater bombs! Holding it up by the shoulder straps, it dawns on me that there is a very real chance that Miss Thing is flat as a board! "What a fucking LIAR!" I shout as I push the concealed deflator button and watch the huge cups instantly shrink!

*Pooooooooooooooooooooooosh!!!*

The hissing of air escaping from the release valve adds a nice comical effect to the deflation of Vicki's "epic" bust. Getting all of the air out, I fold it back up and then unfurl the big and gaudy lace panties. Like the bra, the flower is the inflator and just below it is the deflator. Holding them up, I start pumping on the flower and I can hear the inflation, but I can't see it!?

*Squee, squee, squee, squee, squee!*

Out of pumps after five, I am perplexed that nothing seems to be happening. Lowering them down, I find the tag and read the label.

*Curvy Dreams "Big Kitty + Round Rump Special". Size - Small*

"Big kitty... Big kitty... Could they be talking about...?" Turning the panties around, I was staring right at Vicki Black's large and puffy camel toe! Also right above it was a prominent V shape. "Okay, now this is NUTS! Why would any self-respecting woman want to blow up the size of their va-jay-jay!?! Camel toes are *gross* and what's up with this? Could this be Vicki's *pubes?!*" I guffaw, laughing at the fact that the mature and developed redhead is anything but! "Tiny tits, hairless and tiny twat... I bet the bitch has no ass either!" I laugh as I turn the panties around and find the inflator button concealed in the waistband behind a thick wrapping of lace. "Time to see just how badly this bitch cheats..." I mutter as I go to town blowing up her inflatable butt!

*Squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee!!!!!*

When the butt is fully inflated, I can see just how much help she really needs back here too!

Lowering them, I look inside and see that there is absolutely no room for a woman with a real ass. Happening to glance at watch, my eyes bug out of my head when I realize that I only have 5 more minute before I can expect company! Pinching both deflater buttons at the same time, two sounds of rushing air echo around the room.

*Pooooosh!!!*

*Poooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooosh!!!*

The pussy deflating first, I use my free hand to help the butt pads along so I can get the fuck out of here! Folding up the big underwear, I place them and the bra back where I found them then shut the door. Almost forgetting about the pad lock, I turn back around, throw it on and lock it up. Looking to the door, I skedaddle my cute, little ass right on out of there and then down the hall where I skid then stumble to the corner. Leaning back against the wall, I am breathing hard when I hear doors open along with laughing and chattering cheerleaders! Peering around the corner, I breath a sigh of relief as they march right into the locker room, not a single one of them looking my way.

Now that I have discovered Vicki's secrets, I just need to find a way to reveal it and that's where my boyfriend saves the day again. Going over to his house to share with him what I learned about "Big Titty Vicki", I have to sit through the shock, surprise and then of course the laughter. When he is done he throws out a name that I clearly know, but never in a million years would have considered.

"You should really talk to Clyde Drexel. He's a whiz with electric motors and stuff." Andy says.

Sitting on the couch beside him with my legs crossed, I look over at him perplexed. "What does electric motors have to do with controlling Vicki's blow up undies?"

Looking over at me with a sideways grin, he answers with all of the confidence in the world. "If there is anyone who can figure it out, it's Clyde. You should see some of the stuff he makes in his basement."

"Alright, fine. I guess I can go pay him a visit." I say as I go to get up. Halfway to my feet, I feel Andy's hand wrap around my wrist.

"Where are you going? I thought we were supposed to hang out." He says looking me up and down.

Seeing the front of his jeans start to get tight, I cannot help but grin as I turn around and look at him with bedroom eyes. "Oh yeah... How can I forget?" I say as I drop back down to the couch. Turning my body to face him, I place my hand on his crotch as I lean over to kiss him.

Spending the rest of my night at my boyfriend's house, I had to wait 24 hours to go over to Clyde Drexel's. Being told that I would need a significant wad of cash, I had to call in some favors as well as beg and plead. Rounding up $600 bucks, I placed the wad of cash on Clyde's workbench after I was led down to his basement cave.

"So let me get this straight. You want me to build you little actuators, that by the push of a button on a remote control, will allow you to push a button built into some girl's underpants?" Clyde asks, looking at me through his Coke bottle glasses.

"Can it be done?" I ask, sounding hopeful even though I have a feeling he's going to tell me that he can't do it.

"Yeah, in fact I was toying around but these little guys a few weeks ago. I made over 30 of them. How many do you need?" He asks. As he turns around, walks over to a shelf in the wall and pulls down a Tupperware tote. Bringing it back to the bench, he pops the lid and shows me the devices along with the remote control that controls them.

"I don't know yet." I reply. "I don't even know how I would get these where I need them without ruining the underwear in the process." I add as I pick up the little device and turn it over in my fingers.

"Well... Do you happen to know what brand this mystery woman uses to inflate her underwear?" Clyde asks his curiosity piqued.

"Yes." I reply and next thing I know I am sitting on a stool in front of Clyde's laptop. Downsizing the porn page he was on, I open a fresh browser and go to *curvydreams.com*. Pulling up the site I am shocked by the amount of choices they have to offer. Looking through the drop-down list, I find the inflatable underwear section and click on it. The very first picture I see is the very same pair of panties that Victoria wears each and every day, only in different colors.

"Wow... Do all girls wear stuff like this?" Clyde asks starting to breathe heavily behind my ear.

Getting a little grossed out, Eileen very far and look at him disgustedly. "No." I reply sharply.

Getting the hint Clyde backs off and looks down at his feet ashamed. Sitting back up, I click on the picture and note the price. The panties are only $90.*So much for being absurdly expensive*, I think to myself as I bring up some pictures and then motion for Clyde to come over. "The flower is the inflator and right below it is a single push deflation button. The same is on the back here." I say as I click on another few to show him the back. "What I need to know is how do I get those little buggers in those panties and her bras without her knowing?"

Thinking about it for literally a half a second, Clyde answers me with a surprising amount of confidence in his voice. "The buttons are clearly behind a thin veil of fabric. All you have to do is break the stitch and insert the devices. I doubt she would notice if she has been wearing them for a long time already. The only thing is that when she washes her clothes, the little actuators will stop working."

Sliding off the stool, I start pacing back and forth as I tap my chin with the tip of my finger. There's still much that I don't know. "Cool. When I have a count I will come back and see you. Will $600 bucks cover it?"

"Yes." He nods.

With that out of the way, it was now time to head over to Vicki's house. First I needed to go home, do my homework and eat dinner. When I finally arrived at her house, it was a little after 9:00. I only learned her address after I asked Frank-K to pick another lock for me. This time he did it for free after I told his brother that he made me uncomfortable when he kept checking me out. The lock he picked for me was to the office and I looked through the student file.

Anyways, stopping in front of the house a few doors down, I get out of my car and walk the rest of the way to Victoria's. The house is mostly dark except for the living room and one upstairs, I get the sinking feeling that Miss Thing's bedroom is going to be on the second floor. Going up to the illuminated downstairs window, I peek inside to see her parents sitting on the couch watching TV. That means Victoria must be up in her bedroom! Looking upwards at the dimly lit window, I wonder how I'm going to get up there when I see wooden lattice leading right up to it. Walking over to it, I get a nice and tight grip and start climbing.

Feeling like John "Bluto" Blutarsky from Animal House when he climbed the ladder to spy on a group of college girls changing their clothes, I eventually make it to the top where I see Victoria standing in front of her mirror wearing her fully inflated underwear. I also happen to arrive at just the right time because she is in the middle of masturbating!

Clutching a huge wad of toilet paper, she is furiously rubbing it over the swollen crotch of her inflata-panties as the single pain window makes everything she is saying almost as clear as if it were wide open... "Ooooh yeah! Mmmmmmmm... That feels so good!" She moans, bucking her hips back and forth, her hand a furious blur. "Uh, uh, uh, OoOOooOo... I'm *sooooo* sexy! Rrrrrrrrrr..." Smiling at herself as she grabs one of her "boobs" and gives it a squeeze, her fingers barely dent the fully inflated cup. "You like what you see? Wanna see more? Uh, uh, uh... Let's see how you do with this!" She says to the make believe boy in front of her as she pushes one of the big boobs into the other. "OoOoOoOOoo... So big..." Going silent, she continues rubbing over herself as her other hand migrates to the back of her underwear. Turning around, she looks at her big butt as she presses on the deflater button. I then watch as her big and bubbly bottom deflate!

*Poooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooosh!!!*

"No, no, no, no! You're not supposed to see that!" She mock yelps as she watches her panties crumble before her very eyes! Going from big and round to a bulky and bumpy mess, Victoria leans her head back as her big, fake boobs arch towards the ceiling. "OoOoOoOOoo!!!" She wails, tip toeing around to face the mirror again. "Uh, uh, uh... Stop laughing, uh... Please!!! Look, there's plenty still left to enjoy!" Placing her thumb on the deflator beneath the big rose, she moves the big wad of tp away as she presses down and watches her juicy pussy deflate next!

*Pooooooooooooooosh!!!*

"OOOOOOOOOH!!! My big and fat pussy! NOOOOO!" She yells as she pushes her lumpy looking diaper panties down to reveal her boney butt and bald, little pussy! "Eeeeek!" Rubbing her little cunt with the toilet paper, she quickly deflates her epic endowments.

*Pooooooooooooooooooooooosh!!!*

Watching her full looking bra deflate into a lumpy mass like her underwear did, Vicki pumps her hips harder and harder, thumping her under developed mound repeatedly. "No! Not my titties too!"

That's when I witness the most unbelievable thing ever...

Pushing her hips forward and opening her stance, Victoria Elaine Black pees on the floor! Not directly, but on 3 layers of bath towels layered on top of each other in front of her. "Oh no!!!" She cries, her breathing pitched and haphazard, struggling to unclip her bra and when she does, she tosses it away to unknowingly reveal her utterly flat chest and teeny tiny, pink nipples as toilet paper flies everywhere! I don't know if they always look like that, but they appear to be as hard as diamonds. Also, what fuck is she doing STUFFING HER STUFFED BRA!?! Is she that turned on by being so absolutely fake or something?!?! When she is finally done emptying her bladder, she uses the big wad of toilet paper clenched in her hand to clean herself up and rub her pussy until she dry orgasms.

Still breathing heavily after she is finished, she picks everything up and drops it on the bed in a pile, then walks over to the trash can where she deposits the toilet paper. Walking bare ass right out of her bedroom, I can only assume that she is going to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Waiting for what seems like eternity, I don't know how much longer I can hang on to the lattice and as time ticks by, I start to worry that I will be discovered! Deciding that it might be a good time to leave, I climb back down before I lose all of my strength and decide to return another night.

Arriving the next night, I come well after midnight. I know it's going to suck having to go to school with practically no sleep, but it will definitely be worth it. Paying Frank-K $60 to let me in through the back door, I tiptoe through Vicki's house until I am at her bedroom door. Pressing my ear against it, I listen for any sounds and when I don't hear any, I very carefully crack it open. Not seeing a light on and hearing only the sound of her breathing, I let myself in the Queen's bedroom where there is enough light coming through the window to help me see where I am going. Looking around, her bedroom is surprisingly childish. Lined up along the closet is a plethora of stuffed animals and even in the dim light, I can see that the room is pretty much pink. Looking over to the bed, I find Sleeping Beauty cuddling up with the stuffed animal and sucking her thumb. Snoring softly, she is even wearing one of those thingies over her eyes to keep any and all light from potentially disturbing her much needed beauty sleep. Secure in the knowledge that she isn't going to be waking up, I tiptoe to her hamper where I find a bra and panty set. Starting with that one set, I mentally count off three actuators. Going over to her dresser drawers, I pull them open where there is three more of each. That means in all I will need 12 and then I need to find a way to get them in her underwear.

Going back to Clyde's the next day, I collect everything I will need. 12 actuators and one remote control. Programming them, he then goes over how to use the controller which is remarkably simple. Assigning three buttons to four actuators each, he even color codes them for me so I don't mess it up.

"It's just like a garage door opener. Just point and shoot. I color coded the controller to match the actuators and made sure that the buttons correspond with the area that you want to mess with. The top most button is for the bra, the middle button is for the crotch, and the lower button is for the butt." Clyde explains, twirling the remote control in his hand like a cowboy does his pistol then holds it out to me.

"Cool!" I say then try it out and watch as each set of four hum almost silently.

"Now those actuators are running off of miniature lithium ion batteries. You shouldn't need to recharge them for a month. That should give you more than enough time to have some fun with whoever it is that you plan on humiliating." He says.

"And the remote?"

"Double A's." He says which makes me giggle because the batteries are bigger than Vicki's real tits! "Everything all right?" Clyde asks, seeing me giggle.

"Oh yessssssss..." I say letting the s carry in a almost demonic sort of way.

Packing everything up in a Ziploc bag, he hands it to me with a smile. "Alrighty then, have fun!" Clyde says, waving me farewell.

Walking up the stairs from the basement, now all I have left to do is get them in Miss Thing's pneumatic underwear.

Unfortunately I will have to wait for the weekend because there is no cheer practice on Friday. I also realize that I may have just wasted all of my time. How often does she do laundry? She only has four pairs of panties and four bras after all. I know a bra can be worn for multiple days before it needs to be washed, but panties are changed every day. Had I stuck around the first night I spied on her, I would have seen her come back and cart her precious bra and undies back to the bathroom where she washes them by hand in the bathroom sink!

How did I learn this little factoid? Because she was actually talking about it with her friends in front of her locker between classes.

"Every night?" One of her cheerleading friends asks amazed. "I just throw mine in the laundry."

Puffing out her chest, Victoria aims her giant boobs at the blonde. "Well, this underwear is top of the line and requires only the gentlest touch when cleaning. After I'm done I *have* to air dry them. Because they are *so* expensive, I must take very good care of them." She gloats, selling her friends on the *LIE* that she wears only the most expensive of unmentionables.

I should know, I looked them up. They're made in China and well within the budget of most Victoria's Secret shoppers.

Now that I know that she cleans her undies and her bras each and every day, I wait until Sunday to plant my devices. Arriving at her house at 11:00, she is already fast asleep because Monday is a school day. Paying Frank-K for one more job, I sneak into the Queen's bedroom for the final time and with an x-acto knife, I make careful incisions into her patent pending underwear and glue the actuators to the deflator buttons. When I am done, I test them out and they don't feel any different than they did before. By the time I leave it's nearly 3:00 in the morning. Waking up way too tired on Monday morning, I decide to call out so I can sleep.

It will also be the last normal day of Victoria Black's life.

Arriving at school on Tuesday, I am shocked to see the walls covered in campaign posters! Looking around, I see that the majority of posters belong to the one and only Victoria "Big Titty" Black. There's also some for Stacy Whitman, the former homecoming committee chair, but hers are far less and a lot smaller. Unlike the school's most popular cheerleader, she is on a budget, but unlike the big titted cow, her policies and positions are on point. I know this because she has been elected our class president for 3 years in a row. There is a reason for that and it's because she keeps everything reasonable and she has a great relationship with the school board and the administration. To someone like Vicki, this is just another feather in her popularity cap.

Walking down the hall to my locker, I see Victoria campaigning for her election. Dressed in a pair of leggings and a tight sweater, she is wearing the *perfect* outfit

"A vote for me is a vote for a *bigger* and more *uplifting* future!" Shouting above the noise, she is gathering quite a crowd around her as she hands out buttons and flyers.

Walking up, I see one of the flyers on the ground and bend down to pick it up. Opening it once I am erect, I am not surprised at all to see a whole bunch of empty words and promises, the same garbage real life politician's sell, surrounding a picture of the Big Titty Queen proudly pushing out her "assets". Crumpling it up almost instantly, I toss it over my shoulder and pull the remote control out of my pocket. Staying behind a guy who is watching from the other side of the hall, I point the controller and push the middle button.

*Pooooosh...*

Thrusting her big ta-ta's out excitedly as she yells over the chatter in the hall, the queen is seemingly far too distracted to notice the subtle shrinking of her big and bulging crotch. "Not only are my policies more *impactful* than Stacy's, but they will *penetrate* right through the jungle that is our current leadership!" She says excitedly. "What this school needs is a woman who can handle the big fights and take it all the way to the finish line!" She says as her hand drifts to the small protrusion in the top of her pants.

The inflation flower.

*Squee, squee!*

Giving it a couple of taps, her pussy returns to its big and juicy size.

Pocketing the remote control, I slink away to let Victoria stew in her mini embarrassment.

Learning that the class presidential debate will be held in the auditorium on Friday, I decide to mess with Victoria's confidence until then.

When I cross paths with her again it is at English class. Arriving before she does, I take my seat and then wait till she arrives. Walking in a couple of minutes late like she always does, she comes scissoring down while pushing her tits out proudly. Looking down at that meaty wedge between her legs, I reach down into my little backpack and pull out a half used roll of toilet paper. Looking up as I lift it, I catch her green eyes looking at it as I set it on my desk. Not reacting at all, which is no surprise, Miss Thing stops at her desk and then turns to set down her purse. Waiting until she bends right over and shoves that big ass right in my face, I hit the bottom button and shave a few inches off.

*Poooooooosh...*

Literally watching her ass deflate right before my eyes, I really want to laugh but I know I can't. However, that doesn't stop her from bolting up right and rocketing out of the room with her heels clacking loudly off the tile floor!

"Where do you think you're going, young lady?!" Mr Rhapsody yells as Victoria bolts out the door clutching her butt!

"I gotta go number 2!!!" She squeals making the entire class burst into fits of red faced giggles!

Not having an opportunity to mess with her for the rest of the day, I wait until Wednesday to strike again. Giving her a pass in the morning and again during English class, I do set out the toilet paper again that she glances at more than once. I end up getting a lucky break at lunch time when she gets up from her table and walks out the door of the cafeteria. Getting up from my table, I shadow her to the bathroom where I see her enter a stall and shut the door. As soft as it is, there's no mistaking the sound of rushing air as the blow up bitch deflates her underwear before pushing her panties down.

*Pooooooooooooooosh...*

Hearing the splashes and the grunts as the Queen of Tease empties her bowels, I sneak into a stall and softly close the door. Praying that nobody else comes in, I am gifted with good fortune again when nobody enters. Hearing the unrolling of toilet paper, she flushes shortly thereafter and pulls up her panties.

*Squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee!*

Coming out of the stall with the back of her skirt nice and plump, she turns on the water to wash her hands when I decide to make her have to reinflate her big fake booty all over again.

*Pooooooooooooooooooooooosh!*

"What the fuck?!?" She exclaims, instantly spinning around and watching, through the reflection in the mirror, her big and juicy bottom shrink beneath the cover of her plaid pleated skirt! Reaching around her back, Victoria urgently starts refilling the back of her underwear!

*Squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee!*

As she is doing this, I push the middle button multiple times to deflate her pussy to a more reasonable size.

*Pooosh... Pooosh... Pooosh...*

Now losing air between her legs, Victoria's eyes bulge out of their eye sockets as she starts inflating the front while still re-inflating the back! "What is going on!?!" She shrills, her knees starting to tremble.

*Squee, squee, squee!*

Working rapidly to reflate her ego, I watch as Victoria looks towards the bathroom door nervously. Once her panties are nice and full again, she stands there and waits for a minute or two to see if they're going to deflate again. When she realizes that everything is going to be fine, she turns to the mirror and pumps herself up. "Just a fluke, hun. Everything is okay now. You're going to walk out of this bathroom the curviest girl in school."

Wanting really bad to mess with the bitch's big tits next, I know that if I do anything more right now she will most likely run home and reconsider her stuffing methods. That's the last thing I want to do so I wait until she leaves the bathroom secure in the knowledge that her secrets are safe. In fact I end up leaving her alone all day Thursday and all the way up until Friday when the big debate is about to take place.

Well, not entirely. Every time I see her I make an excuse to pull out the role of toilet paper I'm carrying around in my purse and either set it on my desk, or blow my nose. Each time it comes out now, she is looking at it more and more and nibbling one side of her bottom lip.

Having volunteered on Wednesday as a support staff to the candidates, I chose to be Victoria’s quote-unquote water girl. Basically all I had to do was place a water bottle on her lectern and then stand out of sight on either stage left, or stage right.

Moderated by Mr Rhapsody, it's no surprise that the auditorium is packed and the cafeteria is a ghost town. Choosing to ogle the extremely busty cheerleader candidate instead of eat, the auditorium is filled nearly to the brim with most of the male population of Roosevelt High. Of the few girls in attendance, they are all cornered in the front row on Stacy's side where a Friday morning poll showed Victoria holding a commanding lead! With so many people pledging to vote for her the following Monday, this debate should be a cakewalk for the buxom redhead and the way she is acting, it clearly shows that she has not put any effort into preparation.

Standing backstage with Stacy Whitman and Mr Rhapsody, she is wearing that sexy outfit from the first day of school. The short sweater dress, belt and a pair of jet black leggings. Wearing open toe heels, her toes are painted to the same color as her fingernails and lips. If there was any prep at all, it went all into her hair and her face because she looks *almost* as good as she did at homecoming.

"Now you two have fun out there and may the best woman win." Mr. Rhapsody says, looking at Stacy when he says best woman which makes Victoria scowl.

Once he is out of earshot, the big titted bimbo turns to the much less flamboyantly endowed Stacy and makes her feelings very well known. "You do *know* who the better woman is, right?" She seethes, sticking out her mighty chest titans.

"The one who ends up with the most votes?" Stacy says, ignoring the show of brute, titty **** completely.

"Right and I'm going to win because I have the *best* body in school." Victoria says, posing to show off her over abundant curves as she tosses her hair for dramatic effect.

Rolling her eyes, Stacy pivots and walks away in a huff.

"Buh-BYE, LOSER!" Victoria hisses, throwing the iconic finger "L" to her forehead! Once she thinks she's alone backstage, I watch from around a curtain as Victoria adds a little bit more air to each of her iconic bulges.

*Squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee...*

Rolling my eyes at this blatant show of immaturity, I thumb the remote control sitting in my pocket, wishing that the time would tick a little bit faster.

*Squee, squee, squee, squee...*

"If any of the guys are still on the fence, *these* should certainly do the trick." Victoria says as she rubs her hand over her bigger tits, pussy and ass. It isn't much, but it is definitely an improvement as her clothes are **** to stretch *just* a little more over her magnificent looking curves...

"Miss Elliot, can you please set out the water bottles for both candidates, please? The other girl who volunteered did not show up." Mr. Rhapsody says to me.

Spinning around from the curtain, I look at him and nod. "Yes sir!" I say with a smile as I bound off to the cooler. Reaching it, I move my purse from the top of it and flip the lid. Grabbing two sweating bottles of water, I then dig into my bag where I pull out two rolls of toilet paper. Grabbing everything, I walk out to the stage where the auditorium is packed to standing room capacity! Set up in the back left corner is a video camera from the AV club where the debate will be filmed and broadcast on all of the TVs around the school! *This is going to be even better than I had thought!* I think to myself as a few wolf whistles echo from the seats. Never considering myself to be objectifiable material, I do feel cute as I wear a pair of tight jeans and a form fitting, floral top. Setting down a water bottle and a roll on each lecturn, I wave to the crowd as I feel quite a few boys check out my chest and my ass.

Returning to the side of the stage where Vicki is waiting in the wings, I see her looking at me with an amused smirk on her face. "Did you have fun? Wait until you see the reaction when *I* take the stage." She says to me with her chest stuck out proudly, picking and pulling at her sweater.

Going to my place right next to her, I happen to look over and down at her amply filled stretch pants. Locating her panty line, there is a noticeable stretch between where the leg band and her leg is. Glancing up, she is fidgeting with her little black belt and that's when I look down at her beefy looking crotch. Like her butt, it is looking bigger and I can see that those panties are overfilled creating a similar gap in the front. One look at her tits and they really do look massive. I have no doubt in my mind that the edges of her bra cups are no longer touching her body either.

Is there a chance that anyone else may notice what I have just pointed out? There is always a chance, but the odds are next to nil. Mr. Rhapsody and Stacy will be too far away and the audience will definitely be too far away! Also, I don't think anyone will really be paying attention to her panty lines because they will be too busy staring all of her succulent looking endowments.

Endowments... Pfffft.

Coming out from stage left, where Stacy is waiting in the wings, Mr Rhapsody walks out to center stage carrying a microphone. Garnering maybe a couple of claps, he raises it and speaks with a smile on his face. "Senior class, I stand before you in the time-honored tradition of student-based democracy. This is your time to let your voices be heard through the civic-minded duty of your vote. In a couple of minutes I will introduce the candidates then the debate will start. All I ask is that you keep your noise to a minimum so you can all hear the candidates answer the questions. Afterwards you will all be given time to ask questions, if you so choose. Now, without further ado let me introduce to you today your candidates for your senior class, student body president. May I introduce your current class president, Stacy Whitman and the challenger, Victoria Black."

Walking out right when prompted, I look over to see Victoria hanging back. Initially the filled to capacity auditorium erupts in raucous cheering and clapping that quickly dies down when only Stacy comes walking out waving her hand. Taking it all in stride, she walks up to center stage with only crickets left to greet her. It is only when Mr Rhapsody looks over does the stuck up snob with the massive ego make her appearance. Stepping out onto the stage, the auditorium erupts all over again as a heeled foot is closely followed by the swells of Victoria's mouth-watering melons! Finishing the step forward, she stops and turns to wave, giving everyone in attendance and watching all around the school an eye popping view of her spectacular body! Finishing her walk to the center of the stage, she places her hands on her waist as she props her right knee forward and rolls her shoulders back. Smiling smugly, she stares the current class president down as Stacy refuses to look anywhere but back into those piercing green eyes.

For the student body it is the perfect opportunity to ogle the ultimate bombshell. From the sculpted big pussy bulging into the crotch of her pants to the half-moon bubble stretching out the rear, those overwhelmingly large, sweater stretching tits crown it all! Peeking around the corner, I can see that all of the guys are in various states of arousal.

"Now both of you know the rules. Each of you will get 2 minutes to respond and 30 seconds for follow-up. Be polite and try not speaking over each other. Now shake hands like proper young ladies." Mr. Rhapsody says, stepping back from the two women angling to be the next student body president.

Holding out her hand first, Victoria grins. "May the *best* woman win..." She says, dropping her hand slightly when Stacy reaches out to take it.

**** to look down, the pretty blonde is **** to stare at the massive battleship shells sticking out into Vicki's sweater. Her eyes opening wide, Stacy totally forgets about the handshake as she holds her hand out dumbly.

"Hmph." Withdrawing her hand, Victoria spins on her heels walks away.

Snapping her hips as she walks right past her lectern, Victoria looks as though she is going to walk right up to me! Stepping aside I watch as the red-headed bombshell, with her tits probably leading the way, ignores me to go straight for her purse. Picking it up, she swivels back around with a little pop of her tits, walks right back out onto the stage where everyone was just moments ago curious as to what she was doing. Walking up to her lectern, opens her purse and pulls something out of it. Seeing the reflection of a curved lens, I watch as she crouches down and sets the miniature camera up and turns it on then places her purse right next to it. When she stands up, I can see exactly what she is up to.

She is going to film her pussy during the debate!

Getting my remote control ready, I wait with budding anticipation for it to finally begin...

That's also when Victoria notices the roll of toilet paper sitting right next to her water bottle. Sucking in her bottom lip, she nibbles it gently for a second. Slipping it out from under her teeth she takes a deep and calming breath, but cannot help but glance at it *again*.

Walking down the steps, Mr. Rhapsody takes his place at a small desk located in front of the main aisle. Doing a mic check, starts off the debate with the first question. "In your own words please tell the student body why they should choose you to be their next senior class president. Miss Whitman, you may begin."

Smiling, Stacy tosses her blonde hair back as she stands up a little straighter. "I am asking for everyone's vote because for the last 3 years I have done nothing but work tirelessly for better meals, better textbooks as well as more leniency between classes. Over the last 3 years I have come through on not just those, but many things in order to make everyone's life here at Roosevelt High School the best that it possibly can be."

While Stacy is speaking, I decide to take away the precious few extra inches that Victoria had pumped into her inflatable underwear earlier backstage.

*Pooooosh, pooosh, pooooosh.*

Hitting all three buttons, I watch as Victoria's panty lines retreat back to her body as her pneumatic boobs visibly lose an inch of projection. Does it change her overall look? No. She looks just like the buxom and curvy princess that she loves selling herself to be.

Waiting for the polite applause to die down, Mr Rhapsody points at Victoria who is standing there patiently. Behind the lectern and where nobody else but myself can see her, she is gently swaying or crotch side to side for the camera. "Well, I know I am new to this school, but I can tell you that there is nothing going on here that my other school wasn't already doing. How many of you are actually glad to be here? For all of these supposed successes, it doesn't feel like anything has changed. It seems to me that Stacy is happy kissing the board's ass instead actually fighting for us! If you all elect me, I will actually follow through on changes that are bigger and better for everyone!" As she says this, she just so happens to arch her back. This of course results in a rapturous and whistle filled applause!

Now that the debate is underway, I stopped listening to what either of them are saying because honestly, it doesn't matter. Stacy is going to extol the virtues of her time as president and Victoria is going to attack the perception that nothing is actually better. Focusing all of my attention on Victoria's bulging outfit, I see she is subtly twisting her hips to show off her juicy vaginal crack to the camera hidden in the lectern. Pushing the button on the remote control, I watch in delight as the big and meaty pussy of Victoria Elaine Black slowly starts to shrink.

*Poooooooosh*

It takes her a minute at first, but then she subtly crosses her thighs as a hand drifts from the lectern and casually slips under her sweater dress. With the front of her leggings revealed, Victoria starts pushing on the little bulge of the flower inflator.

*Squee, squee, squee...*

Watching her crotch slowly reflate, she uncovers it and returns to showing it off to the hidden camera as she acts like nothing at all is wrong.

"It's only through relationships with others can we ever hope to make this school a better place Victoria. If you go and attack the board and administration, they will never agree to anything!" Stacy retorts.

Like the crowd, Stacy can't see what is happening because the podiums are angled slightly towards the center.

Next, I take aim at that big and round booty. Half hanging out of her dress, it looks like two half moons sticking out beyond her legs. Gently pushing down on the button, I watch it slowly disappear back under her dress.

Again it takes a minute for the bootylicious redhead to realize that something is happening to her underwear again. "Well... It's obvious that all that ass kissing has done next to nothing. I mean, I feel bad for anyone who has to sit on those rock hard, plastic chairs! I may have enough cushion, but I'm not talking about me here!" Victoria fires back. As the crowd cheers and whistles again, she is secretly lowering her hand a second time. Reaching up the back of her skirt, she lifts it like a curtain to reveal the entirety of her back side. Half the size it normally is, she starts working the inflator to pump it back up again.

*Squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee...*

"No one cares about your big butt, Vicki," Stacy says firmly. "I will make seat cushions one of my top priorities if the students truly want it!"

As Stacy is talking, I watch as Victoria slowly sucks in one side of her bottom lip as her eyes drift down to the big roll of toilet paper sitting right next to her water. Pushing the butt button again, I turn her efforts to naught as the nearly swollen looking cheeks slowly deflate again.

*Pooooooosh...*

"Not now, not now, not now... Oh please make it stop..." Victoria mutters under her breath as she fights to keep her big booty dreams alive... And from making a mess in her pants! Even going through this, she is still able to participate which is remarkable. Once Stacy is done, she fires back in her Trumpian inspired fashion. "Oh it *is* a priority! Everyone deserves to sit in comfort through long and boring classes! Like usual, the voters get nothing while you brown the tip of your nose. Well guess what honey? No one likes one of those!" She finishes just as her big butt turns into a pancake. That doesn't stop her from desperately thumbing the inflator button though.

*Ssss... Ssss... Ssss*

Every pump is now pushing air right through the deflation valve!

With Miss Hot Pant's big butt fully flattened, I go back to deflating her crotch.

*Pooosh...*

"Well, I am pretty sure that after three years, everyone here knows just what I am capable of. I have done so much for this school, they remember." Stacy finishes the rebuttal turn on a lack luster note. So far the curvy cheerleader is winning.

"OoOoOo..." She groans no higher than a whisper as the big mound and lips between her legs start shrinking again. Crossing her ankles, she is visibly squeezing her crotch with her thighs while popping her heel up and down. "Yeah, obviously not much... All anyone has to do is look at your boyfriend." She says eliciting a few laughs as she secretly tries in vain to reinflate her crotch again.

*Ssss, ssss, ssss...*

Everyone knows that Stacy's guy is rather *underwhelming* between the legs and purportedly between the sheets too. Laughing and clapping as Stacy turns pink, everyone in the audience has no idea that the walking and talking wet dream is having any issues at all! The only sign of trouble they can see is that she's starting to sweat. Behind the lectern she is gently rocking her hips back and forth. *Holy shit, Vicki's getting turned on!* I watch excitedly as that deflated and lumpy looking butt swishes up and down as I catch her taking longer looks at the toilet paper. I can tell she wants to rub her pussy with it so bad!

"Hey! Don't drag my personal life into this!" Stacy whines which makes the audience giggle! Flustered, Stacy switches gears and starts going on about school lunches and study hall...

Unable to contain her growing excitement any longer, Victoria's eyes close as her head tilts back. When that happens, her still giant looking tits instantly point up! "Mmmmmmm..." She audibly moans which finally catches everyone's attention!

"That's correct Stacy, neither candidate's personal lives shall be mentioned during the debate, do I make myself clear Victoria?" Mr. Rhapsody states authoritatively, but when he looks to the curvy redhead for an answer, he is instantly befuddled by what he sees.

Still rocking her hips back and forth, Vicki's torso is visibly slithering as her sweater stretching tits noticeably heave up and down! Hitting the only button left, I shrink those big tits another full cup size.

From 30H to 30F, they still look fucking a huge.

"Ooooooooh!" She instantly moans. "Not my tits... Not my tits..."

Now having lost two full cup sizes, the girls are the first to start squawking.

"Hey, did you see that?" One of them asks, elbowing her friend as they watch the most popular girl in school suddenly become very horny.

"See what?"

"Vicki's boobs! They just shrunk!" The first girl exclaims, pointing at rising and falling towers topping the redhead's chest.

"Yeah okay..." The friend replies not believing it.

A girl closer to where I am standing though instantly snarks. "I *told* you they were fake..."

Obviously hearing the chatter from girls in the audience, her hips suddenly stop rocking. "Mmmmpppphhhh..."

I don't see when it initially happens, only when it is streaming down the legs of her leggings.

Victoria Elaine Black is peeing her pants at school.

On purpose.

*YES!* I scream excitedly as run out onto the stage to "help". Grabbing the toilet paper roll I quickly wrap my hand as I shout loudly so all can hear! "Oh my god! Vicki, you're peeing your pants!" Snapping off the paper, I quickly start rubbing Miss Thing's now lumpy looking crotch as the audience looks at the both of us initially confused, with a few laughing openly.

"What the fuck is Steph doing?"

"Is she really rubbing Vicki's Taco?!?"

"Wow!"

"What I would give to be the one up there doing that!"

Coming to her senses, Victoria looks at me with wide eyed fury and fright! "Hey! Stop doing that!" She suddenly starts screaming at me and tries to push me away.

Tossing the saturated wad of toilet paper to the center of the stage, any thoughts that what they are seeing is sexy goes right out the window. "No Vicki, you made a mess and it is my job to help you!" I say loud and proud which only makes her madder as I grab a huge wad of toilet paper and start rubbing her lumpy and now soaking wet crotch all over again!

"I SAID NO! STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT! I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP BECAUSE I *DIDN'T* WET MYSELF!!!!" Victoria screams furiously!

Trying to push me away as I continue rubbing her crotch, I can feel her breathing get heavier as those tits rise and fall harder. Still struggling with her behind the lectern, I push the buttons on the remote through my pants pocket until I hear her bra loose more air.

*Pooooosh!*

Now down to an E cup, the difference in Victoria's size is finally noticeable to everyone!

"Whoa! Wait a sec, I thought Vicki's boobs were like way bigger?"

"Damn... What's going on with Vicki's rack?"

"Dude, Vicki's titties are SHRINKING!"

Still standing at her lectern on the other side of the stage, Stacy is staring wide eyed with her jaw hanging!

"NOOOOOO!!!" Vicki cries, losing her will to fight just long enough for me to guide her out from safety. Still rubbing her crotch when we stop in the middle of the stage, Every can see that much is wrong with buxom bombshell!

First thing everyone notices is that she *did* pee her pants which makes every laugh, including Mr. Rhapsody, but the moment I pull my hand away from Vicki's legendary crotch, Everyone does a double take!

"What the fuck happened to Vicki's pussy?!?" Someone yells out!

Now seeing her rival for class president out in the open, Stacy excitedly points out Vicki's missing butt! "Look everyone! Vicki's butt is gone!"

"No it's not!!!" Victoria cries out defensively! "It's still there, Stacy's lying!"

Dropping the second soaked wad of TP down to the stage, I quickly unroll a whole lot more! "Vicki, I really need to get you dry. I'm gonna need to take your pants off." I say as I slip my hands into the waist of her leggings (and panties) and start to pull.

Eyes opening wide, Victoria looks down at me and starts going ballistic! "NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! YOU WILL*NOT* TAKE MY PANTS OFF!!!" Trying to back away, I keep up even as I am met with an onslaught of pathetic girly slaps! Turning her right around, her lumpy and deflated ass is facing nearly the entire senior class! Staring at the disheveled mess that used to be Victoria Black's big and round bum, EVERYONE bursts out laughing!

When she looks back over her shoulder already super embarrassed, I rip her pants and underwear right down to her ankles! Seeing her little pussy up close, it's barely even swollen. Using the excuse of cleaning her up, I starting wiping her hairless twat with the big wad of TP, just like the way I saw her doing in her bedroom.

"EEEEEK! Stop doing that!!!" She shrieks even as her hips start pumping.

"I need to clean you up, now lift your dress so I can do a good job." I reply firmly.

"No! I will *NOT* lift up my dress!" She shrills as she does it anyway.

The moment everybody sees that shrunken and narrow, naked pancake of hers, the entire auditorium erupts in rancorous laughter that is so loud, no one could ever hope to hear another speak!

"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

Swiping her still dribbling hoo-hah, I wait until she is truly grinding into it and humming when I silently remove her belt. Tossing it away, I grin as I look at her unencumbered sweater dress. "Now take off your dress so you can show everybody your big and pretty bra..." I suggest softly, letting my voice trail in hopes she will think it is her own inner voice commanding her.

"Mmmmmmmm..." She moans softly as she scoops the dress in her hands and then pulls it up and off. Tossing it aside, She is now nearly naked.

Handing her the big wad of toilet paper she resumes masturbating as I stand up and place my hands on her waist. Turning her around slowly, everyone is leaning forward hard in their seats watching the top heavy twig rub her own cunt.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh..." Swiping away with her eyes closed, Vicki's hips are rocking back and forth as her reduced bra cups rock up and down.

"Make your boobies nice and big again sweetie..." I whisper in her ear and then watch as she raises her hand to the big flower sticking out between the black lace cups and starts pushing on it.

*Squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee, squee.*

Like magic, Victoria's boobs start to grow and everyone laughs again when they all figure out that Victoria's battleship shells are thanks to a really big, pneumatic bra!

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Vicki wears a blow up bra!"

"How big are her tits *really!?*" Someone shouts out which makes everyone stomp their feet and chant!

"SHOW US HER TITTIES! SHOW US HER TITTIES!"

Fishing the remote control from my pocket, I step back and with a big smirk on my face push down on the button!

*POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!*

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!! NOT MY BIG AND SEXY TITTIES, NOOOOOO!" Victoria wails, her hips thrusting harder and harder as her body visibly starts shaking! Going weak in the knees, it is only a matter of time before the petite redhead, without even so much as a swell of actual maturity, is going to orgasm!

Deflating those epic H's to nothing in seconds, everyone watches as those big and projecting cups shrivel up and die! Bursting into fresh rounds of rancorous laughter, they all watch as I walk confidently back up and unhook Vicki's big inflatable bra. Dropping down her chest noticeably, all it takes is a couple of flicks of the shoulder straps to send that bra racing down her arms as crumbled up wads of toilet paper start falling out!

"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! VICKI STUFFS A STUFFED BRA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The crowd hoots and hollers as they erupt in cheers, and a few wolf whistles, when Victoria's completely flat chest and tiny nipples are revealed! "HEY LOOK! IT'S ITTY BITTIES VICKI! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"UMPH! UMPH! UMPH! UMPH! UMPH!" Victoria moans then crouches down and lets loose an ear splitting moan of joy as she finally releases her pent up passions! "UUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!!!"

Just like her hot body, Victoria Elaine Black's big orgasm is a big nothing burger.

Falling to her knees, her legs spread open to reveal not one drop of the precious juices of womanhood.

Not one.

The auditorium going instantly silent, all those who were standing slowly sit down. Waiting with baited breath for what's going to happen next, they are all staring at the swaying, naked skinny girl as she slowly comes out from her euphoric, orgasmic bliss. When she finally does come out of her trance, she lets loose a shrill so loud that it nearly punctures everyone's eardrums!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!"

Slapping one arm over her chest and covering her barren pussy with the other, Victoria's feet shuffle as she turns away in absolute horror! Finally figuring out that she can step out of her tall high heels, she does just that and bolts from the stage bawling like a baby while screaming at the top of her lungs!

The moment she leaves the stage, everything at Roosevelt High changes instantly!

Stacy Whitman wins a fourth and final term and Victoria Black is cast off from the top of the school's social echelon where she lands with a hard thud at the very bottom. No more is she ever called Big Titty Vicki. Instead she is simply referred to as...

Pneumatic Nubs.