Full Body Inflation

Three days before the race and I was incredibly nervous as I stood with the other unhired racers in a row, hoping to be hired. My black rubber gas suit bore my pressure stat “425” in large proud white letters across my swollen belly as I stood with my hands behind my back. Problem was, so were my other eight competitors, six women and two men. Women had more natural adaptability for this than men did; among men, I was a minor celebrity. The crowds were still milling around as a young debutante—tight sweater, tight jeans--strolled up to me, all hips and lips and boobs.

Lina loves sushi. She could eat and eat and eat sushi till she explodes, Which is kinda ironic you'll find out later ^_~. One day Lina was out looking for a good sushi place since she's eaten out the last few places. Which she is very lucky. No matter how much would eat she never gain a pound. "That's cuz I have a hiiiigh matobla-lizm ^_^" Lina standing 4'11", with dark red hair, wearing a beautiful purple kimono strolls around town on breezy autumn day looking for sushis places. She stops and look at one little shop she's never seen before.

"Chaz's Sumo Sushi" she reads