Belly Inflation

Tales from the Bra 2, To Air is Human

"Dementia! Come here! I want to show you something!"

"What do you want? I'm busy!"

"I just wanted to show you a project I've been working on."

"What are you up to this time?"

"You won't believe me if I tell you. Here, let me demonstrate."

"What's this? It looks like an ordinary locket."

"Go ahead. Put it on."

"I don't have time for this. You know I'm still getting ready for the Halloween party tonight." Dementia had been working on a devil costume and was wearing bright red long-underwear and a thick black belt.

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Soda Experiment, The

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Log 45-1: Transmitting on…

Hour 1: Tuesday evening
This is Professor Thomas James and this is the first entry of my soda experiment with test subject number 103. He is a male student from the local college and accepted the ad from the newspaper to be paid for testing out the company’s new soda. The subject is about 5’10?? and is of average weight and body fat. This will be the first hour of him testing out the soda but only in a small dose

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The last day of school had ended, and the three juniors (soon to be seniors) had decided to celebrate with a small slumber party at Sarah’s house since her parents were off on a second honeymoon. It was getting late, the party was really winding down, and they were playing Truth or Dare. But they started saying anything that their sleep-depraved minds found funny.

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Risk, The

The feeling was overwhelming. Stacy could feel her breasts blowing up, her butt ballooning and her belly expanding. The air rushing into her excited her like nothing ever had before and she was so happy she had volunteered for this crazy experiment…

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Round One

"Princess fighter tournament 2004" had been the single most profitable enterprise that year. Filled with nothing but women fighters from all over the globe, the stunt had attracted everything from soft-drink endorsements to music CDs. The media cover for it had been astounding.

And Noriko Mune had loved every second of it.

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Reunion, The

Jamie sighed. It was nearly eight o’clock, and she had begun to regret having accepted Bob’s invitation to meet for dinner. She hadn’t seen him for quite a while, and remembered him as being rather dull. In fact, the only memorable event she recalled with any clarity was the “molotov cocktail” she’d given him. Bored to tears on their first (and only) date, she’d fed him salted peanuts, potato chips and pretzels. Then, she had offered an outrageously thirsty Bob a huge pitcher of a bland concoction consisting of water and the contents of a large box of baking soda.

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