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Uuuuuh.

Three pipes blow air into my now gigantic body.

I feel my belly and boobs drawn upwards due to the volume of helium filling me.

I can feel the bed almost lifting up.

Oh man I'm huge.

The bonds around my feet snap suddenly.

And I float upwards doing a sort of handstand in mid air.

I emit a muffled squeal over the pipe in my mouth.

I kick my legs in the air.

Still expanding.

Mmmp.

Mmmmmmm mmm mmm…mmmmm

I'm really really big now.

She sat there staring into a mirror fixing her make up. Her extremely straight bright red hair fell to just over her shoulders, her fringe cut dead straight. She puckered her lips and painted some dark red gloss lipstick onto them. She sighed and looked at the suit hanging up next to her dressing table. She wasn't in the mood tonight for another cabaret show. The suit was a one piece affair, though it looked like it had jodhpurs, a red tuxedo coat and tails and a built in low cut blouse shirt, it was a special commission for the show.

Out of all the bad jobs you could get during the Christmas season, Roxanna probably had the worst. She used to make fun of Salvation Army bigots asking for money at the entrance to every friggin' mall, or pretty much anywhere there were people with money, or of people stuck at late night shifts in toy store warehouses. But now it was her time to be a part of the worst one: Santa's little helper at the mall. It had been a rough year, losing her stable job after company wide layoffs, so she really needed the money and her savings were running low.