Amanda felt she had no other options. She was essentially a prisoner after all. "Fine, ask your questions..."
"Excellent!" Oddly, the computer sounded please. "While I conduct this survey, please disregard that various instruments as they measure many factors of your body and the product."
It was embarrassing enough to be a near-naked balloon, but to now be prodded and poked like a common lab rat? Amanda watched as various apparatus extended from below the table. Though most of them looked like they could be very dangerous, she was at least thankful that she didn't see anything sharp enough to pop her.
"First question: Please describe for me how constricted you feel in your panties."
Amanda became distracted at first as the various instruments began to poke and prod around her stomach, breasts and crotch. As she considered the question, however, Amanda suddenly realized she hadn't really noticed the only piece of clothing she woke up with. The waistband of her lime green panties rested just below her belly button which peaked at the top of her belly, now 3 feet tall. "I don't really feel 'constricted' at all. I barely noticed them," she spoke.
"Excellent! We've developed a special cotton blend that is incredibly light and soft, as well as highly elastic, and that leads me to my second question. How does the material feel against your body?
Removing her hands from her belly, Amanda moved them across the lime green cotton fabric. It felt incredibly plush and soft beneath her hands, like the fur of a kitten. "It feels... really soft, and nice."
"Fantastic!" responded the computer as the various instruments that prodded Amanda receded back beneath the table. "One last question: Do you wish for the restraints on your feet to be removed? Be advised, it will make subsequent testing much more comfortable."
Of course Amanda wanted those damn things off her legs. She may have been a balloon, but she still wanted to stretch her legs. "Yes, please do!"
In response to her answer, the clasps that bound her feet suddenly released themselves. Now free from her bindings completely, Amanda first attempted to sit up. When her chin only smashed into her bloated breasts, she knew the effort was pointless. Instead, she opted to turn herself and dangle her feet off the side of the table. Very carefully, she pushed herself forward, her belly and breasts wobbling like a bouquet of balloons as she landed.
"Ready to begin test 2?" the computer asked.
This could possibly be her chance. Now unrestrained, perhaps she could find a way to escape this "testing room." On the other hand, how might she be punished if she failed to get out? Would they ever let her go home again?
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