Monica picked up the pair with the little balloons all over them. "Not very flattering, but they are kinda cute," she reasoned. "Plus, the balloon design is pretty fitting for the occasion." Her mind made up, she slipped them on, immediately noticing how well they fit her. It was as if they were made specifically for her; The fit at the waist was perfect and the soft cotton fabric hugged her ass quite closely, but comfortably. She dressed herself in a pair of yoga pants and loose fitting t-shirt before getting ready to leave. She grabbed a granola bar for breakfast before walking out the door to her car.
**********
Monica walked up to Elizabeth's front door and rang the bell. Even outside, she could hear the shrill screams of the out-of-control birthday boy as she waited for someone to let her in.
When Elizabeth finally made it to the door, she looked exhausted. "Thank goodness you're here," she said. "I think I would have gone nuts if you hadn't shown up."
"That's what I'm here for," Monica joked as she made her way inside. "Won't have you going crazy on my watch."
Elizabeth lead Monica past the screaming terror and hastily ushered her into her room, closing the door as quickly as she could. "OK, so I'm nearly done setting up. The only thing left to do is blow up some balloons." On her bed were numerous packages of balloons in varying shapes and colors. "My parents were too cheap to rent a helium tank, so there's only one way to do this..."
"Say no more, just toss me a bag," Monica replied.
Both girls got to work inflating the balloons, blowing them up one at a time with their mouths. Without helium, the balloons would only drop listlessly to the ground. As they blew up more and more of them, the floor of Elizabeth's room started to disappear, covered almost completely with the rubber spheres. Blowing them up by mouth was taking its toll, however, and after a considerable amount of time, Elizabeth began to feel light-headed. "I need to take a moment to breathe Monica," she said, trying to catch her balance as she stood up. "I'm going to step outside and get some fresh air."
"That's fine, go take a break. I'll keep blowing them up."
Monica continued to blow up the balloons even in Elizabeth's absence. After inflating a few, the next balloon she picked up gave her trouble. Though she blew hard as she could, it simply refused to expand. She took a extremely deep breath, filling her lungs completely, before blowing with all her might. This time, the balloon gave in and expanded as she exhaled, though it wasn't completely full. It was when Monica took her next breath that something happened. As she breathed in, she allowed the neck of the balloon to open, its stored air rushing back into her mouth.
As the air left the balloon, it rushed down her throat and pooled in her stomach. Though it wasn't a substantial volume, it did manage to produce a noticeable bulge. Her small pot belly firmed up when it filled, no longer drooping over the waist of her pants; it now looked like she had actually swallowed the whole balloon.
Monica lifted her shirt and looked down in shock at her belly. She gently poked it, still not believing what she was seeing. Her inquisitive pokes changed to gentle rubbing, much like a pregnant woman would do. Oddly enough, despite how unusual it was, she genuinely enjoyed how it felt. Living with a pot belly had been one thing, but having a firm, turgid dome was rather... pleasurable.
She was unable to revel the feeling for too long as she heard footsteps in the hallway. She hastily pulled her shirt back down, the garment hardly doing anything to cover up the bulge. In an attempt to act like nothing was amiss, Monica grabbed another balloon and quickly went back to filling them up. It filled up rather quickly and easily, using the air that had pooled in her stomach. Much to her surprise, and slight dismay, her stomach quickly shrank back to normal.
"Ok, I'm good now." Elizabeth came back into the room, suspecting nothing.
Fortunately, Monica didn't have to explain about what had just happened since Elizabeth hadn't seen anything. On the other hand, it was an unusual experience. Perhaps it would be better if she let her know about it. After weighing the options in her mind, she... | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
<<-- Previous · Outline  · Recent Additions © Copyright 2024 Flan-Tie (UN: nintendo13 at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Flan-Tie has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work within this interactive story. Poster accepts all responsibility, legal and otherwise, for the content uploaded, submitted to and posted on Writing.Com. |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author