Belly Inflation

If nothing else, Aggie was considerate of her friends' concerns. After they staged an intervention regarding how she remained at home getting high with alarming frequency, she promised to change her ways. She would no longer sit around by herself doing drugs and, indeed, would no longer do them unless someone offered her some first. This "social user" behavior, she explained, would completely eliminate the problem.

“Hello? Anyone? Anybody there? I’m trapped on the moon base and need some way to get back home!” Jazette called the intercom for the fifth time. She was currently wearing a breathable heated gray mesh tight suit for comfortable space exploration. Jazette was on the moon base for a special experiment but while Jazette was sleeping there was an emergency evacuation that she wasn’t warned of and now she was stuck on the failing base.

I sit on the floor, casually lounging as I fill yet another balloon. There's still several hours before the party, so I haven't gotten dressed yet; I'm wearing a simple pair of panties and a form-fitting white tanktop. I sigh. "Man, who knew blowing balloons would take so long?" I lament, turning to you.

You're sitting on a chair in jeans and a white t-shirt, using a pump to fill the balloons. "Well, it's a good thing we have this pump. It could be a lot slower," you note, with a smirk.

I pout. "Well, I suppose. Still, next time we should just buy them, I guess."