Chapter #7Hanging Out with a Friend and Balloons by: Little King   Monica rang the bell on Elizabeth’s front door as she waited impatiently. After their unexpected but strangely enjoyable inflation session yesterday, they agreed to resume their session today. Memories of yesterday’s events flooded Monica’s mind. She subconsciously rubbed her belly as she remembered the sensation of being inflated. She couldn’t wait to bloat herself up again.
Just as Monica was about to ring the bell again, Elizabeth arrived and opened the door. “Finally, I was beginning to think you weren’t…” Monica trailed off when she saw her friend’s midsection. “Really? You couldn’t wait for me?”
“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” Elizabeth sheepishly chuckled, patting her bulging belly. “Don’t worry, there are plenty of balloons you can use.”
“I would hope so. Can’t let you have all the fun,” Monica punctuated her statement with a slap to Elizabeth’s belly. As she walked inside, she noticed the house was surprisingly quiet. “Hey, where’s your brother?”
“He’s visiting one of his friends. Which means we can inflate ourselves to our hearts’ content without any interruptions.”
“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s get started already!” Monica exclaimed as the two rushed into Elizabeth’s room. Packs of balloons were laid out on her bed. After tearing open a pack, each of them grabbed a single balloon. Once the balloons were filled to max capacity, the girls proceeded to inhale the air inside the balloons.
Their stomachs puffed out as they gulped down the air. They looked down to watch their stomach expand inside their shirts. Elizabeth was in pure bliss; she never thought inflating herself would bring her such delight. She lovingly rubbed her stomach, steadily approaching the size of a basketball, while continuing to inhale the air from the balloon.
Monica, meanwhile, was trying to make her belly catch up with Elizabeth’s. Every time she would glance at her friend’s expanding abdomen, she would increase her air intake to inflate her stomach faster.
Gradually, the balloons diminished in size until they returned to their tiny, deflated forms; the air now stored in the girls’ stomachs.
“Wow,” Elizabeth marveled, “My belly is even bigger than it was yesterday. Monica, do you see this?” She stood up and showcased her bloated belly. It displayed prominently from her waist as if someone attached a beach ball to her petite frame. In fact, her shirt only managed to cover the top half of her belly. She started jumping in place and watched her bulbous stomach bob up and down, causing her shirt ride up even further.
“Yeah, it’s… great,” Monica mumbled before looking at her own stomach. Her potbelly could not compare with Elizabeth’s rotund middle. Height, width, volume, Elizabeth outclassed her in every category.
“Hey, there’s no need to be upset. We’re supposed to enjoy ourselves remember?” reminded the big-bellied girl. As she grabbed another balloon…   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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