Transvestite In A Bottle free porn video
I was born a guy in a girls body I often thought, as I was 5'3" tall and
weighed 105 lbs., I had a face that looked extremely feminine with no
make-up. But I WAS a guy, I had DD silicone boobs and a 16" waist, and
I was extremely good looking when I was "dressed to thrill"!
So it all began, one day I was searching the internet for a bra that
would give me a much larger bust (I was a HUGE bust woman, man, and DD
cups were NOT going to do it, for THIS girl.). And here it was, the
Inflateabra. It would give me a much bigger bust. So I had to purchase
one of these Inflateabra's. As I was looking for a address where to send
the money to, I noticed the address was for a town a few miles from, so
I decided to get dressed and go check it out!
I dressed in my shortest black latex mini skirt, pantyhose, and I found
a red pirates shirt, that was really blousey, and had really huge
sleeves. So if the Inflateabra worked, this shirt would take care of the
"new" extra dimensions, that Inflateabra would give me! I slipped my
mega platform sandals on, grabbed my purse and I was off, to Inflateabra
USA!
As drove over to the town where Inflateabra USA was located, I was in
7th heaven, not knowing what was in store for me. As I drove in to town,
there was a strip mall on my left, and sure enough, there was a sign for
"Inflateabra USA"! My heart now was in my throat.
I pulled up, in front of the store and parked. I walked inside, and saw
all of these light blue bras hanging from the racks. But no one else was
in the store. It seemed kinda strange, but then I remembered, it was
only 9am. As I was looking at the bras, a sales lady asked me if she
could help me, with a bra.
I told her "I was wanting a bra, that would give me a monumental chest!"
She said, "You have come to the right place!"
She explained to me, that you take these two tiny blue pills to get the
process started. I said, "Ok!"
So I swallowed the pills with water, and the saleslady said, "Step over
here to complete the transaction."
When I started walking, I started feeling sorta groggy, and out of it.
The saleslady led me into the back room, which resembled a laboratory,
or something. Now a few minutes after taking the little blue pills they
gave me, I started feeling odd, in body and mind both. Not really sick,
but not normal either. I felt sorta "loose", and sorta agreeably pliant.
I now didn't have much of a objection, when the saleslady helped me out
of my skirt, top, pantyhose, and shoes when she asked. She then handed
me one of the light blue bras to try on, I hesitated for a moment, and
turned my back to put the bra on.
In the lab I stood there quietly in my underwear and bra, and watched
without curiosity as the saleslady positioned a little shelf above a
five gallon glass bottle. It was a very small and flimsy platform,
barely big enough for me to stand on, but I did when asked. I didn't
have hardly enough balance to stand on it, but the saleslady assured me
I wouldn't have to stand on it very long. The saleslady then moved
around in front of her, with some other people behind a glass wall. I
was wondering what they were doing there, then one of them pushed a
button, and there was a loud whooshing sound, and the platform under my
feet tilted.
I gave a short yelp of surprise, and reached out to a near by wall, to
steady myself. I then found I wasn't falling, but that my feet and legs
were being held. Looking down, I saw that they were inside the bottle up
to my mid calf! A powerful vacuum was pulling my legs steadily into the
neck of the bottle with a strong sucking sound. I was alarmed, but not
really very much, as it didn't hurt very much somehow. Maybe those small
little blue pills, was allowing this to happen. I tried to pull my self
out, but it was useless. I found myself being drawn in faster after the
full part of my calves had squeezed through the neck. The sucking had
become more muffled, and my progress was slowed, as my thighs began to
enter the neck.
This was definitely not normal, as I looked down. My legs were being
squeezed together and compressed down and pulled through an opening only
a couple of inches in diameter. There was a strong feeling of pressure,
but no pain. Very odd indeed. I tried to twist my legs around a little
to no effect. I was held fast! I watched a while, puzzled, as my thighs
were slowly sucked into the bottle. How was I fitting into the small
space of the bottle? I was looking like a foam sponge being compressed,
except it was ME!
As my hips began to be compressed as they were drawn into the bottle's
neck, I suddenly realized something new was happening. My crotch had
already been pulled past the lip of the bottle, and the suction was
starting to pull at my panties! I might not care much about what was
happening to me, but I still had my modesty! My brief had already
retreated a couple of inches down my derri?re when I grabbed at the
waistband with both of my hands. I couldn't pull my briefs back up, but
I was satisfied that it wasn't going to be pulled off of me either.
However, my hips were still being pulled into the bottle, with a
accompaniment of the increasingly hungry-sounding sucking noises. The
air whistled for a moment through the cleft between my butt-cheeks until
more of myself was drawn in and closed the gap.
In holding my dignity and my panties, I soon found my hands were trapped
too, pulled inexorably into the bottle's neck. I hadn't had the presence
of mind to somehow let go of my panties as they disappeared down the
little hole. As the las full part of my hips were sucked in, I felt
myself being pulled in more rapidly again. The vacuum was making short
work of my ultra slim 16" waist, tugging me down steadily, then slowing
again as my chest started to enter. I now could only watch and wonder as
it happened now, my arms pinned to my sides and stretched into the
bottle with the rest of my lower body.
Though over half of me was now somehow compressed through the tiny
opening of a five gallon jug, I didn't seem to mind it for some
reason.But then I saw a new worry, my bra was about to be pulled into
the neck of the bottle. My DD silicone cup breasts were already being
squeezed up, bulging out of the bra, as my chest compressed into the
bottle, didn't concern me. But the suction might pull my only remaining
garment off, I was still concerned about my modesty. Indeed, as the
under bust band entered the neck of the bottle, I felt the cups being
pulled down my breasts. I once again tried to wiggle free, to no avail.
I then grabbed at the right strap with my teeth, and got a good grip,
and held on. It worked. The left cup pulled a little lower , but still
(barely) covered my nipple. as my breasts were squeezed together and up
as they were drawn into the tiny passage. Some push-up bra, I thought
for a moment before both breasts and bra were sucked into the bottle
with a hollow "thunk."
As my head finally began to be pulled in, I looked at the small group of
people behind the glass, who were closely watching me. Then I closed my
eyes, and heard a pop in my ears as I disappeared down the bottle neck.
The whooshing sound stopped.
When I opened my eyes again, I found I could see the lab again, though
distorted. The feelings I'd felt while being pulled into the bottle were
gone now, but were replaced with an overall stuffy, cramped sensation.
Trying to move was impossible. Then I saw that there was action in the
room. They were picking me up and moving me somehow. They then sat me
down again, there was a mirror in view. In it I could see a large glass
bottle with something in it. My vision was distorted, I thought I could
see what looked like a big pink sausage, though there were some colored
things too. It then came as a shock to me, that I realized the colors,
were that of my bra and panties, and it was me, compressed into that
glass jug, that I was looking at.
Then I was aware of talking in the room around me. There were the words
of congratulation, some technical jargon about removing from society
another transvestite, and the term "Inflateabra." I had heard that word
before, I thought. My mind was still quite foggy, but I tried hard to
remember what it was. Little by little I struggled to recall the word
and its meaning. Inflateabra, a bra that inflated. A much larger bust.
Yes, much bigger. Inflateabra, a bra that inflated...its wearer! That
was it! The Inflateabra give you a huge bust, by inflating your breasts!
I felt better for having cleared that up, until I realized that the
saleslady had given her a new brassiere to wear before I had gone into
the lab. I suddenly tried to look around to see what was going on, and
I listened closely. The words and sounds were muffled, whether by my
confinement or still- groggy state, I wasn't sure, and I found it hard
to sort things out. Finally I locked onto one voice, as it said, "Ready
to pull the inflation trigger cord."
For the first time I noticed a string coming out of the neck of the
bottle I was in. It was being held by one of them in the lab. The others
were now once again watching me closely. The string was pulled, and I
felt a little tug at my back, a muffled hiss and a sudden pressure in my
breasts.
I could only manage a little squeak of surprise as my breasts tried to
inflate in the cramped space. The pressure of their expansion was
intense. I could see in the mirror as the light blue bra began to grow,
occupying more and more of the bottle. I could feel it too, as my
breasts expanded into every nook and cranny that my compressed body
wasn't already filling. Soon the light blue bra covered almost the whole
front of the bottle, and I felt my self being squeezed even tighter by
my own ballooning boobs.
Eventually I could feel my massive breasts covering my face, so I
couldn't see anymore. Just after that they stopped. My breasts now
occupied almost as much space in the bottle as the rest of me did. With
the end of inflation, I found myself a bit more awake, and panic started
to creep into my consciousness. I tried to wiggle free, and free myself,
but movement was almost impossible. So I tried opening my mouth to cry
for help, but I was surprised to find it immediately filled with cloth
and skin - my own bra and breast! The left one. The small shift did
allow me to see out again, just barely with my left eye. Almost all
sound was completely muffled.
Suddenly I could feel movement, and the scene in front of me changed-the
bottle was being picked up! I was hoping they were going to break the
bottle off of me, and release me. Moments went by, and I could see a
door was being opened by whoever and carrying me, and a light went on in
the small room beyond. Up I went, past boxes and bottles and shelves,
and then stopped. No more movement. Silence. I blinked and strained to
see where I was and what was around me. There were more five gallon jugs
on the shelf with me, and I began to be able to make out patterns in
them. They were light blue, and blinking eyes.
Annalisa
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