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She sat there staring into a mirror fixing her make up. Her extremely straight bright red hair fell to just over her shoulders, her fringe cut dead straight. She puckered her lips and painted some dark red gloss lipstick onto them. She sighed and looked at the suit hanging up next to her dressing table. She wasn't in the mood tonight for another cabaret show. The suit was a one piece affair, though it looked like it had jodhpurs, a red tuxedo coat and tails and a built in low cut blouse shirt, it was a special commission for the show. It glistened as it moved in the breeze from the fan blowing cool air around the room. She went over to it, and pulled it off the hanger. 

There was just one other thing with this suit. It was skin tight. She undid the zip on the suit, it ran from one foot to the other underneath so the suit looked seamless from the audience's perspective. She pressed a few times on a nearby dispenser and some clear goo plopped into her hands. Rubbing this all over her arms, legs and the rest of her body she then pulled the suit on over her head, arms slipped easily in, and she pulled her breasts into place. She pulled the zip from foot to foot and pulled on some riding boots over the top, smoothing down the suit carefully in the mirror to show no wrinkles or stretching. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and pulled on a top hat.

A loud bell rang in her dressing room and a loud speaker barked "5 minute call for Sabrina. Last call for Sabrina."

She looked carefully at the clock and went to wait in the wings of the stage. Sabrina looked out at the audience, it was mainly young couples tonight. The clowns were just finishing. Sabrina walked onto centre stage past a clown holding a brightly painted bicycle from the previous act.

"Ladies and Gentle..." she looked over at one of the clowns. He looked back at her. "Ladies and G... " she continued, and looked at the clown. "You're meant to be off by now..." 

The clown stared at her and pointed to the bicycle's tyre. "You're tyre is flat?" she slightly bossily. The clown nodded at her. "Look. Can't you just carry it off?" she looked quite angry now. The clown silently shook his head. "Here." Sabrina said, and a bicycle pump was thrown out of the wings and into Sabrina's open hand. "Here's a pump, now please, just fix the tyre and get it off stage." 

The clown turned to the audience, winked knowingly and attached the pump to the bike's tyre. At the same time through a small trapdoor in the stage, a stage hand screwed a hose onto a hidden valve on the back of Sabrina's leg attached to an air compressor below stage.

"Where was I?" she said loudly. The clown pumped once and Sabrina's breasts and hips grew an inch or two. "Ah yes. Ladies and ... " the clown pumped again and her breasts grew a bit more, protruding through the jacket and her hips widened again. "Gentlemen". The clown turned to the audience and pretended to laugh. Sabrina pretended she didn't know what was happening. "What? Just pump the tyre up and get off stage!" she shouted angrily.

There was an audible hissing coming from under the stage. 

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I'd like to welcome you to Wren Cruises Cabaret." she continued, still pretending not to notice her figure was getting more voluminous by the second. "I'm sorry about the clowns they tend to go on a bit long..." she looked down, she couldn't see her feet any more past the watermelon sized breasts protruding through the jacket. "Would you mind?" she gruffly looked at the clown still pumping away at the tyre. He stops, looks Sabrina up and down and gives a wry smile, and continues pumping. "Oh for goodness sake..." she continues. Sabrina was now looking like a parody of a woman. Huge beachball breasts, a wide hourglass shape, and her bottom was looking very much fuller. She could feel a bit of pressure in the suit now. She looked into the wings at the production manager, who was chuckling to himself.

"On..." she started, but she was worried about the feeling of the suit, it'd never got quite this big before, and it wasn't stopping.... "On stage tonight, you've already met Clowing Around... Next we have John and his Big Band..." her arms had started to inflate too, pushing up sideways slightly as her torso started to blow up bigger as well. Ever the professional, she kept talking through her suit blowing up bigger and bigger until she couldn't take it any more. She glared at the production manager in the wings. "David... Cut the air!" she said breathlessly. David was doubled over in laughter at the sight of her massively inflated proportions, enormous breasts jutting forward, her shape was now massively rounded out with wide legs pushed out into a starfish shape and her arms out sideways. The audience was thinking this is all part of the act. Then the clown ran from the stage and the suit started creaking and groaning at the build up of pressure. 

"I THINK THE PRESSURE RELEASE VALVE IS STUCK!" shouted David from the wings. The stage hand below was attempting to pull the hose off of the valve, but couldn't as it was jammed, the stage hand had cross-threaded the screw.

There was a hush over the audience now, watching the inflating balloon woman, all anticipating what would happen next. The suit shook and shuddered with pressure as it inflated faster and faster, it was getting rounder and rounder, like a giant ringmaster printed weather balloon. Sabrina winced at the pressure, the suit was bulging up around her ears, it couldn't be long before something gave out. 

There was a massive BOOOM as pressure was released. The valve on the leg of the suit had finally given out, the huge rush of air pushed Sabrina off her feet and cartwheeled her towards the wings, and within seconds she sat stage left in a heap of over-stretched rubber.

"Ladies and Gentlemen... " she said weakly "On with the show..." and she crawled off stage to rapturous applause and collapsed at David's feet.

"That was brrrrrrilliant!" he said as he pulled her up off the floor and gave her a hug. "We need to do that every night, look at the crowd, the applause, we'll fix the suit, and we'll be the hit of the cruise line!"

Sabrina shook her head. "Yeah. OK. It was pretty good fun actually."