Belly Inflation

Magic Dollars
by the happyguy

(this is a variety of B inflation)

I've already told the story of how I got the leprechaun's gold. So that is old news. But the next part of the story wasn't as interesting, but certainly stranger.

I had the pot of gold sitting on a shelf at home. I just kind of had it there, wondering what I was going to do with it next. I'd already used my three wishes up, so to me it was just a matter of the best way of cashing the gold in.

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.