Krystal's Inflation Adv Part 2

Krystal lay across the cement of the roof, feeling the warmth that had gathered from the sun beating above. She lay face down, resting, and trying to cope with all of the bizarre transformations her body has gone through. It was bizarre, and it was humiliating. She wished so badly to be home soon. This game was getting old.
"Erm...you alright, there?" asked the echoed voice of Krystal's mysterious 'guide', who has done nothing but assist these trials of various growth. Krystal only breathed heavily in response, understanding now that the voice was not here to help. If anything, it was probably his fault she was here.
The blue-furred fox woman stood up and observed her surroundings. This was 'Level 3'. The very top of a 30-story building. And she was still donning a black, rubbery bikini. This was already looking grim.
"So...what's next?" Krystal called out to the sky, seeming a bit frustrated. "Where do I have to float to now?"
The voice paused, then answered slyly, "Well, nowhere, actually!"
Krystal grunted and placed her hand over her head. She has had just about enough of this. "Look, I know you're just loving all of this. But I don't have time to screw around here anymore! If you're not going to help me, fine, I quit, just leave me alone!" In retrospect, blowing up like this was probably a poor decision.
The voice didn't seem to upset by her behavior, though. Instead, it seemed rather smug. "Well, alright. Fine. You don't need my help then. Have fun!"
Krystal raised an eyebrow at the tone of the response, but she shook her head and decided just to try to make her escape. She looked around. Nearby buildings weren't close enough to jump to. And she couldn't spot any staircase the lead down into the building she was standing on. She didn't have many options.
"Argh...well, maybe I'll just inflate a LITTLE bit...just enough to land safely on the ground..." Krystal thought to herself. It was at this time she began to hear an odd noise in the background. She tilted her head up and looked around, not noticing anything. She looked back down at her breasts, and somehow, her swimsuit had quickly changed again. This time it was a string-tied silver bikini that covered much less all around. She growled to herself, knowing the person behind the show was screwing with her again. She really regretted exploding on him now.
She placed her hands on her breasts again. In this world, she somehow had an infinitely deep pocket in between her cleavage. Though there weren't a lot of options when considering all the outfits the guide had been forcing her into.
Then, that noise again. She looked around again, and this time she noticed it; the building around her was shrinking. She couldn't ignore it now. The edges of the building seemed to squeeze together, slowly crushing the building underneath her feet. Was the entire building going to shrink until it disappeared!? She had no where to run to! She panicked and began to search inbetween her breasts for something, anything. But her hands could only find one item. She grabbed the object and pulled, and slowly from between her breasts emerged a large hand-pump. She slowly slithered the hose out from between her cleavage and set the object down. A sense of dread came over her. Not only did she need to get bigger, but she had to push all of that air in herself. And before she splattered across the sidewalk below.
"U-uhm..." Krystal said in fear. "I-I don't suppose you could help me out here...?" she asked, almost pleading. There was no response.
Krystal observed the building around her. It was nearly gone. She had absolutely no time to search for a better help. This was it, then. She would have to pump herself full of air by hand. And it wasn't going to be any fun.
She took a deep breath, then plunged the end of the pump's hose into her mouth, biting down on it. Then she placed her hands on the handle of the pump, only to realize that once the building was gone, it would be much harder to press down on the plunger. Maybe she was intended to inflate before the fall. Was she already too late?
The edges of the building were now nearly surrounding her feet. Her heart was pounding harder and faster. She picked up the handpump and shifted it between her thighs, then tightly wrapped her legs around it. Suddenly, the building was gone. Below her was a thirty story drop. She was falling.
Quickly, her hands thrust down on the handpump, then quickly pulled up and pressed down again. And again. With each press, air siphoned through the hose and emptied into Krystal's body. First, her cheeks puffed up. Then, it began to drain its way down her throat and into the rest of her body. There was a tightness in her stomach, followed by the rest of her body. She pumped and pumped and pumped, and with her speed, it didn't take long to feel it's effects. Her breasts stood up proudly. Her bikini tightened as her rear and hips graciously curved out. Her stomach turned from slender to bloated. Her arms and legs began to feel a little puffy, even down to her fingers and toes. She began to worry even more. What would happen if she couldn't move her body enough to pump, but she wasn't big enough?  It didn't matter. She continued to pump.
Somewhat fortunately, air wasn't interested in making Krystal a giantess this time. Air, in this world, seemed to have a mind of its own, and this round it felt like giving Krystal an all new experience. This time, Krystal was getting fat. Air focused almost entirely in her stomach, as she began to feel her belly press against the handpump. It wasn't her inflating fingers that made this task difficult; it was her enormous air-filled gut, pushing outwards dramatically. Though, this didn't stop the rest of her body from feeling tight and bloated. Her bikini was tightly wrapped around her amazing curves, her wide breasts riding upon a giant sphere that was her stomach. She was pumping fast.
Krystal was halfway towards the ground, but her freefall hadn't slowed down. This was it dawned on her; this isn't helium. She isn't going to float. She's going to hit that ground no matter what. But, maybe, just maybe, the air in her body could cushion this fall. That was her goal. To become so big, a fall like this would only cause her to bounce right off the pavement. But she almost couldn't think straight enough to realize this. She just pumped air like mad. It was her ticket out, so it didn't matter how big was 'enough', what mattered was surviving.
So she continued to pump. Her body grew outwards all over, but her stomach recieved the most punishment. It pressed forward and approached a medicine ball size. The pump had now been forced underneath her gut, and she had to reach down and pump without even being able to see the handle. As she did, she kept pulling up and bouncing her stomach into the air, causing it to jiggle constantly, and even push her widening breasts into her face. It felt unbelievably awkward. But it didn't matter. She pumped and pumped. Her bikini top, however, couldn't take this pressure, and snapped off, leaving her topless. That was it, he was just making sure this exercise would leave her naked! That son of a...
Her pumping began to slow. Regardless that most of the air was in her belly, she was still inflated all over. She looked ridiculous. Her arms were now incredibly wide, and shrank as they approached the hands, since not as much air could store itself there. Though, it tried, and her bloated fingers made pumping a little difficult. Her breasts had once again began obstructing her view, though her distended gut only aided this. And she could even see her ballooned stomach past her inflated breasts. And she was naked. She was certainly a sight to behold.
She let out a muffled yelp as her body suddenly collided with the concrete. She hadn't noticed, but air resistance had slowed her fall, making the impact far less powerful. Her cushiony stomach only pulled upwards, though, so she fell flat on her bulbous ass. It flattened, her body shaking violently as it reacted to the stop, and as her bum reformed it launched her into the air. She floated about 10 feet into the air, then gently fell down. The hand pump fell from between her legs, then hit with a loud *clang* against the sidewalk. She bounced gently on the cement on her back until she reached a stop. There, laying across the sidewalk, was a blue balloon fox girl. Her stomach was as large as her normal sized body, though now her body was bloated considerably. She couldn't get up. She could barely move at all.
She tilted her head as best as she could, then saw the hand pump. After she gathered her thoughts, she went to relieve herself of the air that continued to nestle itself inside her. She reached for the hose. Her bloated arms wiggled a bit, but they refused to bend at the elbows. Her fingers only jiggled slightly. Her hands managed to nudge the hose, so close, so very close, pulling it out of her mouth. But they were too full. Krystal began to whimper.
She waited impatiently for the voice to react. She hadn't heard from him in a while. Yet, she could only lay there, hearing nothing but the wind and the sound of bustling streets far off in the distance. He wasn't going to help her. No. But he did react to the situation.
An unfriendly hissing sound caught her attention. A familiar sense of tightness washed over her again. She looked frantically at the handpump. The plunger had been pressed down. There wasn't a soul around. But she knew exactly the person who could cause this to happen. Her eyes widened in fear as the handle rose up on its own, then slammed down again, pressing air into Krystal's body, the growth causing her to bounce upwards a bit as her butt floated further.
"What's the matter, Krystal? I thought you were able to take care of yourself?"
She hated that man.
The handpump moved up and down furiously. Her stiff body only became tauter as air continued to bloat the helpless fox girl. Her arms and legs stuck outwards straight as air tightened them up. Her fingers and toes bloated to full, leaving her 100% immobile. And, of course, her wonderfully large breasts only grew out 2 cup sizes after a few seconds. And that amazing belly only surpassed it's amazing size, growing to be 6 feet in diameter. Her hips flared and her butt buldged. Her nipples perked up, puffed up with air. She was a typical, inflated cartoon character, but larger. And curvier.
Soon the 'helper' grew tired and let the pump go, leaving Krystal in an incredibly taut state, unable to even wiggle her toes. The man made a few humming sounds, as if to observe his handiwork. The amazing, inflated Krystal. Belly 7-feet in diameter, and once 5-foot-tall body bloated to 8 feet. Her once normal figure pumped to something extraordinary. She whimpered loudly, sometimes letting out muffled sounds into the hose. She didn't care what she had to do anymore. She just wanted freedom.
The echoed voice laughed a little as it spoke. "Well, Krystal, are you sorry for getting angry at me?"
She would say yes, as much as it pains her. She only managed a "Mmmmphf!" though.
"Alright, then, I'll help you. You just have to be a little more thankful." He continued. This was killing her. But suddenly the hose popped out of her mouth, and air rushed its way out of her body. Unable to stop herself, the air rocketed her body across the road and then off of a wall, then bouncing her into the air and causing her to spin wildly as she deflated. She landed in a bush next to a park, then quickly jumped out and shook herself off. She looked down. Her body hadn't full deflated. Her breasts were D-cup in size, and her lower curves were still graciously full.
Krystal waved her hands around her hips to indicate her problem. "Uhmm...these aren't...normal, yet."
The voice chimed in. "Huh? They seem fine to me."
Her eyes narrowed, then she shook her head. "Nevermind..."