Watching Elizabeth blow into a balloon, Monica observed her friend’s bulbous belly recedes as the air transferred into the balloon. At that moment, a sly smile crept on her face as an idea formed in her mind. With Elizabeth too preoccupied to stop her, Monica walked towards her friend’s inflated stomach and squeezed it.
“Mrrph?!” Elizabeth jumped when her cheeks suddenly expanded from the massive rush of air. Reacting quickly, Monica pressed her hands on Elizabeth’s puffy cheeks. The balloon swelled exponentially until all the air was stored inside. Monica swiftly pulled the balloon from of Elizabeth’s mouth, leaving her friend winded and confused.
“H-Hey,” Elizabeth panted, “Wh-What was that all about?”
Monica didn’t answer. Instead, she flashed a cheeky grin, put the gargantuan balloon in her mouth, and proceeded to inhale its contents. Her stomach stretched out at a rapid pace. She closed her eyes and gleefully rubbed expanding midsection, enjoying the sensation the inflation provided. She would continue inflating herself until all the air was safely deposited in her belly.
“Whew!” Monica exclaimed, removing the balloon. “Now this, Elizabeth… this is a belly.” She thrusts her stomach towards her friend. The former potbelly morphed into a giant orb that covered her entire torso. It seems the slightest movement would send the globular gut in a wobbling fit. Her shirt and DD breasts rested comfortably atop her belly. “I think it suits me perfectly, don’t you think?”
“Don’t act all innocent, you bloated little weasel!” Elizabeth playfully accused, poking a finger into Monica’s balloon belly. “You forced the air out of me and took it for yourself!”
“What can I say? I wanted a belly to match these bountiful breasts of mine.” Monica giggled, grabbing and shaking her breasts.
“Yeah right, you were jealous I had the bigger belly.”
“Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t. The bottom line is I’m the one rocking the big bad belly now,” Monica sways her hips side to side, flaunting her wobbling, globular belly at Elizabeth, “and if you don’t like it,” she waddled towards Elizabeth friend before belly bumping her to her bed, “then maybe you should do something.”
“You know what, I will. I will be right back so don’t go anywhere. Then again, you probably couldn’t fit through the door at your size,” Elizabeth joked.
“Oh Pffftt, of course I can. Watch,” Monica waddled to the door before her belly made contact with the door, stopping her in her tracks. She could hear Elizabeth giggling at her predicament. Determined to prove a point, she grabbed the sides of the door and forced her way out. Try as she might, her belly’s massive girth proved too wide for the door. She backed away, turned to Elizabeth, and pouted, “All right, you made your point.”
“Actually, you made my point, but that’s not important. Just sit tight,” Elizabeth stated as she left the room.
Monica waited patiently for Elizabeth, entertaining herself by drumming on her belly. Moments later, Elizabeth returned with a bicycle pump in hand. “Well that didn’t take too long,” Monica said. “What’s with the bicycle pump?”
“Oh, this?” Elizabeth replied. “Well…
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