Belly Inflation

I took one more look at my un-inflated body in the mirror. Today was the day. I was finally going to bloat bigger than I had ever before! I grabbed the three packs of mento's that I had bought before and swallowed them all. Then I took my bottle of diet coke and chugged the whole thing until I felt a strong tingling in my stomach.

"Yes!" I put my hands on my pudgy belly, feeling it start to inflate under my fingers.

Then I heard a knock at the door.

She’d been inflating herself for years. Since November of her sophomore year in high school, to be exact. Emma could remember the first time she came across the fetish online. Seeing all those girls with their beautiful, swollen bellies had gotten her curious, and she’d decided to try it out. And once she was filled up with air, nice and big, she knew this was all that she wanted.

Allison was a social girl. She loved company, almost to a fault. She basically relied on it. She had dirty-blonde hair that fell a little bit past her shoulders, but she usually kept it in a neat ponytail. A few loose strands covered her forehead, down to her brown eyes. She had a small smattering of freckles on her nose and rosy cheeks. She was five-and-a-half feet tall with a thin but not frail frame, with a hint of athleticism adorning her body. She had a respectable C-cup bust and an ass that did its job.

(Warning: This lil' fiction contains pretty intimate details about the male anatomy. Also, yes, it is an inflation fic of Lucio from Overwatch. If that's not your thing, I suggest you don't read it)

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Lucio was amazed that Winston hadn't been kidding. there it was, an aerobics course, but with surfaces specifically for wall riding. The entire thing looped so the DJ could test both his speed and endurance. Both, he had to hand to himself, were pretty amazing.