So you’ve successfully me for your sick and twisted fantasy. My right arm is tied to the bed as you’ve left me with a note, the tightest outfit and some tools. You’ve always wanted me as your inflation slave. Just let me out of here already! I don’t want to grow my belly into your personal balloon!

...But it’s too late, I’ve already started to grow. I feel so much pressure on my intestines. I’ve never felt anything like this before. I want to rub my belly so bad and relief myself from this pressure. The air is making my outfit even tighter and makes my belly s... Show more