FSDTRW : A Good Day To Float, Part 2 Of 2 (Patreon)

FSDTRW : A Good Day To Float, Part 2 Of 2!

Release Date : May 27, 2023.

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FSDTRW : A Good Day To Float, Part 2 Of 2!

Part 1

Part 2

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Based on --> THIS! <--

Read more about the FSDTRW series HERE!

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"The subject's expression is showing signs of distress and concern, Mr. Glum. Process still on-going, the air-flow is being absorbed steadily and equally, the subject's expansion is proceeding with spectacular results...."

The crazy-haired suited weirdo commented over the steady hissing of air that was being rapidly siphoned in Lorabelle's face and down her alarmingly roundening form as the young lass was now a mass of ballooned up curves, her belly the size of a party blimp while her boobs were protruding out her over-strained cleavage's top like a pair of beach balls, her dangling arms puffing up considerably to her sides while her wide-eyed face kept looking straight ahead at the determined man's face in absolute helpless panic while he kept his nozzle-bearing hand tightly locked in her mouth-hole, Lorabelle's inflating larger and wider with each passing second, the woman moaning and protesting over the rubbery screeching of her swelling body parts....

"Distress checked, concern checked... Typical reactions Mr. Fluke. Increased rubbery ability on this one, noting that down too."

The other suited weirdo responded at the same monotonous voice, the man lifting up his paper-holder and taking notes of the process in stone-cold apathy like an actual object was being inflated in-between them instead of a previously lean and fit young brunette with glasses, the increasingly fat widening of the air-filling woman on the bench now pushing against all surrounding sides, the air now having inflated her butts, hips and thighs as the bloated body parts kept pushing her upwards against her sit, Fiona feeling Lorabelle's inflating thighs as they kept pushing harder and harder against her, the poor observing girls eyes equally widened out in shock....

"STOP IT, YOU WACKOS!!! This is my friend Lorabelle, not a balloon!!! Why are you doing this to her?!? STOP INFLATING HER!!!"

Fiona yelled, Lorabelle's massive inflating belly rising higher and wider right in front of her own terrified eyes as the woman kept watching in awe as her friend kept getting larger and larger, the man still holding the nozzle tightly lodged inside her mouth as his hand was now digging deep in-between the massive mounds of her breasts, while both boob-mounds were enclosing tighter and tighter around it and while Lorabelle kept getting not only wider and larger but the woman was also getting taller and thicker in all aspects, the overall ballooning of the young girl proceeding steadily and rapidly as she was now alarmingly rounded up blimp of more than 6 feet across....

"MPHPMMPHPHMPMHPMHHHHH!!!!"

Lorabelle kept screaming through her over-bloated cheeks, the woman now resembling an absurdly swollen blimp of rounded extremities and curves, her boobs the size of beach balls, her belly the size of a weather blimp, her thighs and buttocks equally pumped up as they kept pushing her upwards against the park bench and her fattened up legs now extending awkwardly to the front due to the pressure that had them all pumped up like thick leggin-covered tree-logs while her poor skirt kept doing all the garment could to keep stretching impossibly around such a massively swollen midsection and not tear apart, while the man kept holding the nozzle deep inside her mouth from above, doing his best to keep reaching up to his target while Lorabelle kept getting wider and taller with each passing moment...

"Will be dislodging the air supply imminently, Mr. Glum...."

The man said, the other man nodding in silent agreement before taking a few more notes down on his papers, Lorabelle's eyes wide and panicked as she kept getting bigger and larger, her body parts and upper face now been over-inflated to comical proportions....

"Removing nozzle in 3, 2, 1!"

Mr. Fluke said, Lorabelle's eyes going even wider at the hearing of his words, the woman's concern and distress growing even more intense at the implications of what was coming once the nozzle would have been removed and the probably immediate repercussions of such an extreme pressure relief, and just as the man removed the nozzle out of her mouth with a loud * PLOP!!! *, the screaming balloon woman was met with yet another distressful surprise....

"MHPMHMPHPMHPMMPHPMHHH-- * PLOP!!! * --MHPMH?!? MPRPHH?!?"

Lorabelle started spatting through a face that remained as puffed up and inflated, despite the nozzle having been removed, the terrified lass realizing that her plump red lips were now shut firmly one against the other, her mouth hole shut and all the air trapped not only inside her comically b@ulging face but her blimp-flated whole body as well, as the man continued....

"Subject is about to float upwards, Mr. Glum. Let's assume positions."

Mr. Fluke said before both suited men took a few steps backwards, Lorabelle still moaning in shock , her eyes widening more as she looked the welcoming open skies right above and before she felt her entire massively swollen form start to shake and rumble before she lost contact with the bench and started floating upwards with a soft....

* FWOOOMMMPPPHHH!!! *

The huge more than 8-feet across Lorabelle balloon took off from her seat, her massive curves rising up into the open airs, her overstretched panties and domes of multilayered balloon flesh consisting her legs - her heels now sunken deep into the divots around them - giving everyone an awesome spectacle from down below as the massive blimp that was her belly started getting higher and higher with both her over-swollen tits b@lging up the top as the leading double softness with her terrified buried ballooned face in-between them, the woman's massive blimp form taking less than a few seconds to find the first obstacle on her ascending course, Lorabelle's balloon body bumping hard against a bunch of protruding tree-bunches right above with a loud..

* KA-SWOOOMMMPPHHH!!! *

"LORABELLE!!! Oh, my GOD!!!"

Fiona yelled in shock, the woman shooting up from her seat in shock as she started awkwardly circling the spot beneath the girl blimp on the grass, her head turned upwards in shocked awkwardness, not knowing how or if she even COULD help her get down from there, or get back to normal, or even worse... do it all in good time before Lorabelle slipped to the side and floated off into the awaiting morning heavens...

"Very good, Mr. Fluke. This was a particularly interesting one."

One of the men's voices calmly echoed from the side, both men having observed the whole floating of the poor blimp-girl in silent affirmation before she hit the foliage...

"Shall we proceed to our next subject then?"

Mr. Fluke said, pointing to another pair of women sitting by a nearby bench, a pair of women chatting in the same relaxed and chilling manner Lorabelle and Fiona did a few minutes earlier, before they both packed up their inflating equipment and started heading towards their newly found targets...

"MHPMHPMHPH?!? MHPHPMMPHHH?!?"

Lorabelle's balloon face moaned from in-between a chaos of brunches and leaves surrounding it up there, the b@lging tops of her airy breasts and bloated upper body parts adding up to this placement of discomfort she was stuck in, her moans targeted at the angry inhabitant of a specific tree-brunch whose home was so rudely intruded, a pigeon with a sharp beak that felt an extreme attraction to the shininess of Lorabelle's inflated boob surfaces, an attraction that could be proved cartoonishly fatal for the poor girl if she kept provoking it with her muffled moans of bloated distress...

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