}!{ Skyla (using her breasts as blimps)
"And that's how it's done." Ahead of a group of horrifically bored tourists being led around the Mistralton airfield, Skyla had spent a solid 45 minutes explaining the precise, minute detail that goes into piloting a passenger plane. No doubt she was endlessly enthused by her hobby-slash-job, but the crowd seemed catatonic. Explaining in an excruciatingly-fine manner the purpose of each light, switch, button, and knob is a surefire way to get someone to fall asleep. "That all bein' said, I need y'all to keep in mind that this is for passenger planes only. Passenger jets, however, entirely different beast!"
The entire crowd groaned as she began to explain the differences between passenger planes and passenger jets. However, one enterprising tourist came armed with a rumor online, and, desperate to avoid another hour of aircraft lecturing, a voice called out from the crowd.
"Hey! Do the thing with your boobs!"
That caused Skyla to pause.
"The flying thing! Not the other thing!"
Skyla sighed. That thing with her boobs. "Now look, I only do that around friends, and I'm pretty sure I don't know none of you."
The voice replied, "My name's Leslie! Nice to meet you! Do the boob thing!"
Leslie had her there. She thought for a second before shrugging, a smile spreading across her face. "Well, for you, Leslie? I reckon I might just have to oblige."
Leslie's voice cheered, as the rest of the crowd murmured in interest and excitement. As they watched on, Skyla would inhale slowly and deeply, sticking out her thumb, and then jamming into her mouth and blowing.
For a second, it was quiet, as the crowd tried to figure out what was going on... before gasps started rippling through. As Skyla blew, her already-sizable bust began to bob slightly, wobbling as a slow growth began. Almost exactly like blowing a balloon, it even sounded like it, the pair swelled as fast as Skyla blew.
Of course, she didn't have infinite lung space, so, as those zeppelins inflated, she'd periodically separate her mouth from her finger to gulp another mouthful of air. Regardless, a few cycles passed, each swelling the twins further and further.
Skyla's top was stretchy, and it continued holding back her bobbling bust, even as they took on the size of soccer balls. And, around that time, another curious thing began to happen.
The Flying gym leader began flying. More accurately, the blimps on her chest began acting like actual blimps, defying gravity and lifting upwards. The soles of her blue boots parted with the ground, and, before long, there were a few inches between her and the floor.
This is the point where she stopped, stretching stretching her arms out wide as she attempted to look at the crowd past her anti-gravity boobs. "Ta-da~! Check that out, pretty neat, huh? It's a fun lil party trick I picked up!"
The crowd indeed was impressed, cheers and claps ringing out as a few people discovered a few things about themselves. However, despite the show, a familiar voice eventually cut through the din of the audience.
"Make 'em bigger!"