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            The house was quiet, aside from the gentle purr of the ventilation system circulating cold air. Gina was gone for the day. And for Abby, it was perfect.

Terry smiles as his wish comes true and a pressure builds within him. Rubber squeaks sound as his waistline swells outward. He looks up at the four watching him swell and sees confusion on their faces. Inside he smiles as he knows he’s just beginning to inflate and inside he fills with air and pressure. A loud snap sounds as his belt breaks free and loud groans sound as he pushes the limits of his clothes. Gently he pushes on his taught rubber skin and it squeaks loudly. He groans excited as the pressure builds and he winces as the clothes keep him painfully trapped as he swells.

NOTE: This story came from me and my wife’s experiences and experimentations with her wearing a tankini in a hot tub, and how she makes herself inflate in it. Read my posts detailing our fun in the forums under “Swimsuit inflation in all the right places.”

“I know that you get a kick out of it,” she said with a mischievous grin. “I don’t wear my other swimsuit sometimes, because I know that it happens only when I were this one, and what that does to you.”

Shannon took a bite of her granola bar as she flipped through the textbook, trying to focus.  Her roommate Margaret had left to eat dinner at the cafeteria, an invitation that Shannon declined.  She wasn't trying to be rude, it was just that, over the past week or so she had been feeling less and less hungry, with the feeling stopping altogether about two or three days ago.  Aside from that she felt perfectly fine - great, even - and in light of everything else that happened to her it barely even registered.