Bigger

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06/18/1999

It was 11:30, and Wendy was running late. She had to get home so she could wake up early the next morning. She had a fashion shoot with Bongo jeans and she didn't want to be late. She was a model, age 21. This was very important to her because she was just becoming famous, getting herself in more ads and commercials. She was dreaming about how popular she would one day be, and be in every magazine in America, and some day the world. Her mind was wondering as she was doing 85 MPH on a downtown road.

"Holy Jeese! No!"

Wendy slammed on her brakes, but it was too late. All she saw was the panicked face of a young girl in her headlights. She got out of her
car and ran over to the body. Wendy went to feel the girls pulse. Nothing. She was dead.

Wendy was terrified. All of a sudden, an old gypsy came out of the shadows.

"What have you done? My granddaughter! Why you!"

"I'm sorry! I had to get home fast. I have a fashion shoot tommorow! Don't you understand?"

"Understand! You care for nothing but yourself. I put a curse on you!" The old gypsy rubbed his thumb over Wendy's face. "Bigger. For each time up to nine you hear your name, you will become bloated with 6 cubic inches of air. Fear the tenth. Fear the tenth young lady. Hahahaha!"

The old man took the girl away and Wendy just stared in disbelief.

"What an idiot. 'I curse you!' Dumb gypsy. This is the 90's. Oh well." Wendy went home and got changed into her night gown. She ran the dishwasher and turned on the TV. She began to watch the late show.

There was a commercial brake and Wendy turned off the TV. Just before she turned it off, the man on the commercial said, "So come get a hamburger at Wendy's"

1

Wendy heard a very faint gurgling sound. "Some come to Wendy's today"

2

She heard the gurgling sound again and grabbed her stomach.

"No...couldn't be. Must be my imagination. Yea, that's it, it's my imagination. I have to get some sleep." Wendy got a good night's sleep and awoke the next morning to a ringing phone. She rolled over and picked it up. It was a machine from Bongo giving her a message.

"Don't forget about your photo shoot today Wendy."

3

"Man! I feel funny. I wonder what I ate last night."

Wendy said, totally forgetting what happened last night. Wendy got out of bed and went into the kitchen. She got a box of cereal out of the closet and got the milk out of the refridgerator. She opened her dishwasher and pulled out a bowl. The bowl was still a bit wet and slipped out of her hand. It feel to the floor and shattered into a huge mess.

"Ah jeese," she said out loud, "That was good Wendy."

4

Her stomach gurgled again and she began to moan, "Oh, I hope I'm not getting sick, I feel so full. I better not eat breakfast."

Wendy went into her bedroom and began to get changed. She put on a pink shirt which seemed a bit snug over her swollen breasts, and tried to slide her jeans on.

"Damn zipper, uh, zip, uh." She struggled to zip her pants up, and finally won. The only problem was that it was difficult to breathe because her jeans were so tight they were ready to burst.

She got into her car and drove to the beach where the shoot was to take place. She arrived a little early and met the photographer Greg.

"Hey, how are you doing. I'm Greg. Since you are here early you can help us out with this swimsuit shoot. Just step into the dressing room." Greg threw a one piece blue suit over the door to Wendy. "Here you go, uh, what's your name?"

"Wendy."

5

"Ok Wendy, put this suit on and come out to the beach."

6

Wendy's stomach swelled and blew her jeans right apart.

"No! What's going on? I can't go out there, but i have to. My career depends on it."

Wendy squeezed into the blue suit and walked casualy out to the beach. She saw Greg and the whole camera crew.

"Hi Wendy!"

7

"This is Wendy everyone, she'll be modeling for a little while."

8

"You OK Wendy?"

9

Wendy stumbled as her body swelled. Her stomach bloated up as it was suddenly filled with gas. Her thighs widened and her butt plumped up. Her breasts swelled and tightened the suit. Then she remembered. Nine times. Fear the tenth.

"No Greg! Don't say my name!"

"What happened to you? You got fat! What happened Wendy?"

10

Suddenly Wendy felt an immense pressure from inside. Her stomach continued to inflate stretching her suit to the limits. Her thighs were being pumped up to thier limits. She began to waddle away, but it was no use. Her butt expanded to the max and cause her suit to give her a monster wedgie.

"Ohh! Stop. Stop!"

Still she swelled, testing her limits. The photographers began taking pictures of this comical site, and all began to laugh. Suddenly she stopped bloating.

Wendy felt so humiliated. She was the size of a truck. Her suit was so tight, ready to burst.

"Some one help me, please."

Greg pulled out a pin and slowly punctured Wendy. She did deflate back to normal, and became a very famous model due to her Bursting with Fun beach shoot.

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