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“Hey, Pastry! Where are you!?" A man clad in a metallic hockey mask with a strap over one eye and robe made from white wolf furs along with black hair messily shaved on one side wandered the kitchen where it was a mess of baking ingredients. Sugar, cream filling, flour, and other such ingredients littered the tables and floor.

Kelly had lived a very sheltered life until she graduated from high school. Before then, her parents would force her to return home from school and complete any assigned work, then only allowing her to read classic literature or non-fictitious books and listen to classical music. They fed her a very bland variety of foods to keep her healthy but make it impossible for their precious daughter to eat too much and gain weight. Her parents weren't cruel, but they were very wealthy and wanted their only daughter to be able to inherit the money and be sensible with it.

I take the hose and gently l lube it..finally, tonight was the night where i would inflate like a balloon. Nobody was home, expect for me, and the air compressor. I was wearing a black sweatshirt and grey sweatpants. I trembled a little, nervous and excited about filling my body with air. I was in my room and had the door shut. I pulled down the sweatpants, and took the hose, pulled it around to my butt, i took a deep breath and gently, carefully, pushed the clear tubing into my arse.

Mikayla drove home from work on a tiresome day. Her boss had been a few inches too far up her ass with his persistent micro-managing, and Dave from accounting was constantly giving her glances like they somehow, someday might hook up. She found that unlikely, considering she had only ever dated girls.