Keeping her mouth tightly around the hose, the cat-girl nurse raises the handle and gives another pump. Her breasts inflated gently, pouring out of the open fabric. The string attaching the second button and her blouse stretched, and then gave way. A soft ‘plink’ was heard, as her button ricochet off a chair next to the bed Felicia rested on. Her shirt stretched to maintain her chest, forcing her third button into the situation the first two were in. She pumped slowly, watching her breasts push together, forcing her breasts up and out.

Another ‘plink’ resonates from the third button bouncing off the helium tank. As her chest swells, and her shirt becomes less appropriate for social activity, the nurse feels resistance against her pumping. It seems her breasts were becoming too pressurized for the simple hand pump. It reached the point no matter how hard she tried, the pump would not let her move the handle. With irritation, she spits the hose out of her mouth and looks around the room. Looking for anything she could use, the young nurse searches the…

left side of the room?
right side of the room?