Female Inflation

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.

It turned out a lonely, stormy evening outside and within the Pneumatown aquatic recreation center it'd be no different. Beyond the tinted windows that normally let in sunlight from outside, the world was dark and gray. Thick clouds obstructed the sky and lightning flashed in the distance as heavy rains had just started coming down. They pelted on those windows as heavy droplets, creating a loud pattering that'd be the only sound in the otherwise empty indoor pool area.

Viomira found it. She finally found it! The lost island of Prhys. She was overjoyed. This was a remarkable discovery. She could easily go down in history for finding this place. But that was not why she went searching. Viomira is an elf with darker skin and black hair with small red highlights at the tips. She is wearing her favorite Lime green dress with squiggly white stripes. Her lavender eyes scanned the shoreline, taking in the view. Off in the distance, on one of the beaches, she spots two figures. One of them was waving her down. She took her boat in and docked it by the figures.