Belly Inflation

As Vykoo adjusted his dress he flicked through his phone looking at pictures of cats, fake cat ears and tails and various pictures of cat-themed female lingerie, wiggling his large bottom to the beat of his favorite EDM songs, when his loving wife Pastry burst in scaring the living daylights out of him.

"Hey, there my loving husband!" He nearly dropped his phone but luckily saved, he shot his wife a nasty glare as she awkwardly giggled.

“Oh don’t give me that look, I need your help here.” She asked him.

"You've locked the door, right?" Caroline asked as the cap unscrewed.

Marissa watched the blonde warily as she shook the small plastic container and rattled out the pills. They accumulated like bite-size candy, or oval-shaped pearls in a blue bowl, one that Marissa frequently used to cook microwavable ramen in her dorm when she didn't feel like going out.

"Ugh that's it, show me your belly!" Mary said furiously to her husband Jack. The couple were having another one of their mundane fights again, this time about Jack spending too much time washing the dishes. Mary was a fierce 5 foot tall blonde with a hard, fit body and curves in all the right places, while Jack is meek chubby 6 foot 2 guy. Despite this massive difference in size, Mary was usually the more dominant of the two.