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The day at the pool was over and I stood looking at all the floats the kids had used.

“Geez, look at all the holes in the floats.” I said gathering them up. There were so many that I decided to fix them at home.

At home one after another was patched and I inflated them to make sure they were fixed. Soon my bedroom was filled with floats and I was exhausted. I fell back on the bed after the last one was fixed.

I slept until I felt something on me. “Oh, it just you Pink.” I said as the pink float had fallen on top of me.

Jenna was always a depressed and angry girl.  She was an only child and she had to live with her parents who worked all day, but they still treated her like a baby.  "You be good, now," her mother sang as she left the house to her eighteen-year-old, who glared at the door.

The voice in the back of her head kept telling her that she had made an enormous mistake.

It was either due to carelessness, desire, or curiosity that it happened: While spending time alone with a tank of air, her hand lingered on the valve just long enough for it to be pushed away by her swelling belly, out of reach. She grew, larger than she had ever been before, perhaps unwisely, as her breasts billowed and her stomach pushed them up to her face, blocking her view.

Pete and Jenny had the strongest, yet most unusual marriage. Pete was a stay-at-home husband taking care of the kids, while Jenny is a photographer who specializes in shooting bodybuilders. Jenny, although she was loyal in her entire 10 years of marriage with Pete, grew unsatisfied with the current physique of her husband. Pete, though quite rotund himself, was no where near as large as the bodybuilders that Jenny work with. After an exhausting day of work taking thousands of photos of bodybuilders in various power poses, Jenny would come home and have some intimate time with her husband.