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You were standing against the wall, babysitting your empty beer bottle when she tapped you on the shoulder.

"Hey. Watch this." she coos, and saunters over to the garage. You blink. Were you supposed to follow her?

Your best friend had mentioned her to you before that gathering had started, said you'd like her, and somehow expected you to hit it off in some way. As far as you could tell, you had zero in common, and she seemed way too forward; be that as it may, she was cute, sure. Nice and thicc set, with a huge butt, big thighs and a cute tummy, bared for all to see from a shirt far too small to contain it, and her pair of short-shorts were in a similar state, unable to be buttoned over either her cute paunch or her broad bottom, which both presently wobbled as she walked past you.

Cute, but you weren't just looking for some random lay, you know? And let's face it; you didn't have the game, the willpower nor the balls to just up and make a move on a total stranger at a party.

Reaching the garage door, she slips inside, but not before crooking a finger and beckoning for you to follow. Ech. You needed another beer anyway. They had a stocked fridge back there.

By the time you reach, she is already coming back out. Huh? Within her hands are two aerosol cans, you couldn't tell whether they were whipped cream, cream cheese, or flat-out compressed air. Confusion plain on your face, she explains to you, "This is some space age shit that David's dad makes." She's got this wild look in her eyes and it's almost unsettling if it weren't for her... joviality. All night she had been some random chick trying too hard, and frankly it just made you self conscious because you had zero to talk about, but now? Her sudden excitement made your anticipation build.

Your anxiousness quintuples when she holds those cans over her head and entire party loses their minds. Cheering, shouting, laughing, and every a few bewildered and angry shouts from your best friend, whose house it was.

As the excitement dies down, your best friends words ring out over the moment of bated breath, the calm before the storm to come, "Becky! Don't do it in the house!"

Too late. The Harold of everyone's doom comes at the sound of a POP! and a heavy, whooshing fizzing noise of released pressure.

Each of those cans in either hand, the last you see of the party is awash in a sea of bright blue foam that shoots out like a couple of Big Bang Kamehamehas. Literally everything goes from zero to fluffy blue in just a couple of seconds.

The force of the cans expelling pushing her backwards. Or at least she steps backwards, because her big ass pushes into you, which presses you against the door. The wild look on her face as she glances over her shoulder at you says it all.

"What the fuck?!" you shout over the den of voices and the crashing and thudding of people collectively losing their minds. You are certain that you see someone take a blast square to the chest, get knocked to the floor and slide all the way into the kitchen.

Even as those cans are blasting at her sides, she finds a way to press them into your own hands. You make every effort not to grab those weapons of compressed foamy blue destruction, however her intent suddenly makes itself clear. She is trying to coax you into grabbing her around the waist!

Her big booty pressing you into the wall and the force of those cans going off, it's a natural thing to do. You grab her about the waist, and with her new-found stable base, she takes those double firing cans and tries to cram them into her mouth.

What the actual fuckery was going on.

At first you avert your eyes as it literally blasts her face so hard that the spray hits you as well; for what its worth, your ears also ring, from what you can't even say. You clutch her chubby belly all the tighter to prevent her from toppling over, but for the most part she is stable even as she blasts her own face into oblivion-- huh?

To your surprise, the sound dies down immediately as does that violent spray. There is only the muffled hiss and a deep gurgle as well as the sound of...

No fucking way...

The party is a foamy blue mess, those cans having contained such an unreal, giant payload that the walls, ceiling and every single person still standing was covered head to toe. And everyone was staring in bewilderment at what was now slowly dawning upon you yourself.

She had put both cans' nozzles into her mouth and was noisily gulping them down. She was swallowing down that entire chaotic torrent as quickly as it was able to come out.

"No fucking way," some random dude said, echoing your sentiments exactly.

You had no doubt what was happening. You could feel it. That fuzzy foamy blue bombardment was focusing entirely on her gut, and by the rumble of her entire torso like a raging rapid was inside of her, it was clearly as crazy within her as it was that entire room. Pure madness was concocting in her tummy

Her belly ballooned as that foamy concoction jetted down her throat. You could see her cheeks rapidly bulging then thinning as she swallowed it as quickly as she was able, gulping loudly with a heavy groan with every mouthful. The effort must have been stupendous. You could feel her belly pushing outward with each gulp, pressing against your fingers, and within no time flat it had doubled in size.

You hand struggle to find purchase over her expanding belly as, with a groan she leans her full weight against you. Her fat ass was a prison, she nearly pushed you to the floor and gripping her huge, gurgling and growing belly was your only savior.

People at the party began to encourage her. Even your best friend, covered in goopy blue was pumping their fist.

All you could do was hold on for dear life as she continued to grow.

Finally, with one last grunt, she expels those cans from her mouth and a geyser of blue foam shoots and spatters against the ceiling, raining down on the two of you. Her belly quickly becomes slick, your hands sliding over that big blubbery surface as you both fall with a thud to the floor. Her big ass nearly instantly Snoo Snoo you and for that, you find yourself laughing loudly.

Turning to look at you, as everyone cheers and shouts, and even gets wild in that now foam party, your big-bellied acquaintance looks over her shoulder at you belches cutely, her face languid and signs of discomfort for her own over fullness, but also contentment, "I heard you like belly inflation."

"Yeah," you murmur.

Somebody cranks the music up, and everybody gets wild. You chill in your own little dimension, making out with and rubbing the uber-bloated, slick and glistening belly of what was apparently a fantasy girl made real.

Gonna be a bitch to clean your buddies house up, later.

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I just be spinning shit off the top of my head, I hope that it reads okay

Description
You were standing against the wall, babysitting your empty beer bottle when she tapped you on the shoulder.

"Hey. Watch this." she coos, and saunters over to the garage. You blink. Were you supposed to follow her?

Your best friend had mentioned her to you before that gathering had started, said you'd like her, and somehow expected you to hit it off in some way. As far as you could tell, you had zero in common, and she seemed way too forward; be that as it may, she was cute, sure. Nice and thicc set, with a huge butt, big thighs and a cute tummy, bared for all to see from a shirt far too small to contain it, and her pair of short-shorts were in a similar state, unable to be buttoned over either her cute paunch or her broad bottom, which both presently wobbled as she walked past you.

Cute, but you weren't just looking for some random lay, you know? And let's face it; you didn't have the game, the willpower nor the balls to just up and make a move on a total stranger at a party.

Reaching the garage door, she slips inside, but not before crooking a finger and beckoning for you to follow. Ech. You needed another beer anyway. They had a stocked fridge back there.

By the time you reach, she is already coming back out. Huh? Within her hands are two aerosol cans, you couldn't tell whether they were whipped cream, cream cheese, or flat-out compressed air. Confusion plain on your face, she explains to you, "This is some space age shit that David's dad makes." She's got this wild look in her eyes and it's almost unsettling if it weren't for her... joviality. All night she had been some random chick trying too hard, and frankly it just made you self conscious because you had zero to talk about, but now? Her sudden excitement made your anticipation build.

Your anxiousness quintuples when she holds those cans over her head and entire party loses their minds. Cheering, shouting, laughing, and every a few bewildered and angry shouts from your best friend, whose house it was.

As the excitement dies down, your best friends words ring out over the moment of bated breath, the calm before the storm to come, "Becky! Don't do it in the house!"

Too late. The Harold of everyone's doom comes at the sound of a POP! and a heavy, whooshing fizzing noise of released pressure.

Each of those cans in either hand, the last you see of the party is awash in a sea of bright blue foam that shoots out like a couple of Big Bang Kamehamehas. Literally everything goes from zero to fluffy blue in just a couple of seconds.

The force of the cans expelling pushing her backwards. Or at least she steps backwards, because her big ass pushes into you, which presses you against the door. The wild look on her face as she glances over her shoulder at you says it all.

"What the fuck?!" you shout over the den of voices and the crashing and thudding of people collectively losing their minds. You are certain that you see someone take a blast square to the chest, get knocked to the floor and slide all the way into the kitchen.

Even as those cans are blasting at her sides, she finds a way to press them into your own hands. You make every effort not to grab those weapons of compressed foamy blue destruction, however her intent suddenly makes itself clear. She is trying to coax you into grabbing her around the waist!

Her big booty pressing you into the wall and the force of those cans going off, it's a natural thing to do. You grab her about the waist, and with her new-found stable base, she takes those double firing cans and tries to cram them into her mouth.

What the actual fuckery was going on.

At first you avert your eyes as it literally blasts her face so hard that the spray hits you as well; for what its worth, your ears also ring, from what you can't even say. You clutch her chubby belly all the tighter to prevent her from toppling over, but for the most part she is stable even as she blasts her own face into oblivion-- huh?

To your surprise, the sound dies down immediately as does that violent spray. There is only the muffled hiss and a deep gurgle as well as the sound of...

No fucking way...

The party is a foamy blue mess, those cans having contained such an unreal, giant payload that the walls, ceiling and every single person still standing was covered head to toe. And everyone was staring in bewilderment at what was now slowly dawning upon you yourself.

She had put both cans' nozzles into her mouth and was noisily gulping them down. She was swallowing down that entire chaotic torrent as quickly as it was able to come out.

"No fucking way," some random dude said, echoing your sentiments exactly.

You had no doubt what was happening. You could feel it. That fuzzy foamy blue bombardment was focusing entirely on her gut, and by the rumble of her entire torso like a raging rapid was inside of her, it was clearly as crazy within her as it was that entire room. Pure madness was concocting in her tummy

Her belly ballooned as that foamy concoction jetted down her throat. You could see her cheeks rapidly bulging then thinning as she swallowed it as quickly as she was able, gulping loudly with a heavy groan with every mouthful. The effort must have been stupendous. You could feel her belly pushing outward with each gulp, pressing against your fingers, and within no time flat it had doubled in size.

You hand struggle to find purchase over her expanding belly as, with a groan she leans her full weight against you. Her fat ass was a prison, she nearly pushed you to the floor and gripping her huge, gurgling and growing belly was your only savior.

People at the party began to encourage her. Even your best friend, covered in goopy blue was pumping their fist.

All you could do was hold on for dear life as she continued to grow.

Finally, with one last grunt, she expels those cans from her mouth and a geyser of blue foam shoots and spatters against the ceiling, raining down on the two of you. Her belly quickly becomes slick, your hands sliding over that big blubbery surface as you both fall with a thud to the floor. Her big ass nearly instantly Snoo Snoo you and for that, you find yourself laughing loudly.

Turning to look at you, as everyone cheers and shouts, and even gets wild in that now foam party, your big-bellied acquaintance looks over her shoulder at you belches cutely, her face languid and signs of discomfort for her own over fullness, but also contentment, "I heard you like belly inflation."

"Yeah," you murmur.

Somebody cranks the music up, and everybody gets wild. You chill in your own little dimension, making out with and rubbing the uber-bloated, slick and glistening belly of what was apparently a fantasy girl made real.

Gonna be a bitch to clean your buddies house up, later.

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I just be spinning shit off the top of my head, I hope that it reads okay