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Tara, exhausted from a long day's work on her home-remodeling project, stumbled towards the living room in search of some much-needed relaxation. Pausing in the doorway, she smacked a palm against her forehead in exasperation. She'd forgotten that the furniture movers had taken her comfortable sofa away to be upholstered with the new fabric design, and wouldn't be back until Thursday!

Faced with the prospect of resting on the uncomfortable floor, she began to hatch a plan. She slyly drew the curtains shut, as she didn't want any curious neighbors learning that the only thing that surpassed her interest in interior decoration was her inflation fetish. She'd occasionally had some fun with the bicycle pump and helium tank in the past...maybe the sofa being gone was the perfect chance to try for a really insane size.

Walking over to the airbrush she'd been using for some touch-up paint work, she unplugged the hose of the air compressor from the brush. Standing in front of the TV, she plugged the outlet of the compressor between her lips and turned it on. Steadily, with a luxurious stretching sensation, she felt her trim stomach begin to slowly swell outwards into a well-tanned balloon-like dome. At length, she flopped down onto her swollen belly, enjoying the sensation of the hollow, bouncy pressure of her distended figure.

Her belly creaked under the combined assault of the internal pressure and her weight. Turning the TV on, she continued to grow larger and larger, cheeks flushing with enjoyment.

'Who cares when the sofa gets back?' she thought, greedily rubbing her swelling belly with one hand.

Description
Tara, exhausted from a long day's work on her home-remodeling project, stumbled towards the living room in search of some much-needed relaxation. Pausing in the doorway, she smacked a palm against her forehead in exasperation. She'd forgotten that the furniture movers had taken her comfortable sofa away to be upholstered with the new fabric design, and wouldn't be back until Thursday!

Faced with the prospect of resting on the uncomfortable floor, she began to hatch a plan. She slyly drew the curtains shut, as she didn't want any curious neighbors learning that the only thing that surpassed her interest in interior decoration was her inflation fetish. She'd occasionally had some fun with the bicycle pump and helium tank in the past...maybe the sofa being gone was the perfect chance to try for a really insane size.

Walking over to the airbrush she'd been using for some touch-up paint work, she unplugged the hose of the air compressor from the brush. Standing in front of the TV, she plugged the outlet of the compressor between her lips and turned it on. Steadily, with a luxurious stretching sensation, she felt her trim stomach begin to slowly swell outwards into a well-tanned balloon-like dome. At length, she flopped down onto her swollen belly, enjoying the sensation of the hollow, bouncy pressure of her distended figure.

Her belly creaked under the combined assault of the internal pressure and her weight. Turning the TV on, she continued to grow larger and larger, cheeks flushing with enjoyment.

'Who cares when the sofa gets back?' she thought, greedily rubbing her swelling belly with one hand.