Every inch of expansion brought her closer to ecstasy… and disaster. Diane was tired of feeling small. Small breasts. Small confidence. Small presence. So she turned to something extreme: breast inflation therapy—a forbidden method whispered about online, designed to stretch limits. The doctor was calm. Professional. Too calm. He slid the tube between her lips, promised “just a little pressure”, and began. The air hissed in. And her chest responded—swelling, rising, pushing outward. First a flutter. Then a pulse. Then an ache of fullness that made her gasp. Her breasts inflated visibly, rhythmically—inch by inch, moan by moan. Diane arched her back as her top pulled tighter, the seams whining in protest. “More,” she whispered. “Please… more.” The doctor obliged. Her tits ballooned, round and high, quivering with pressure and lust. Her skin gleamed, stretched taut over their growing curves. Her body shivered between pleasure and panic. And still he didn't stop. The machine pumped harder. The chamber grew hotter. Diane’s nipples throbbed against the fabric, her mind slipping into a haze of pure, swollen need. Now her breasts are beyond huge. Massive. Overfilled. Hungry for release. One more breath, one more pump… and she might go too far. Will she burst? Or will she become something… more? Buy now, because this video is exactly what you've been looking for!