chapter 3 - uppin the air

The girls were merciless. Once they got a taste they wanted more and I was the perfect Guinea pig. I was always available, I had no life, and yes, I was easily manipulated. They were so much fun! And they gave me their hand me down clothes, which were always too long for me, them being super models and I being your normal height all-American girl.

The new thing was inflating my belly and taking me out. They loved that, although I don't know why. I liked the attention. We started out small because even with the enema, my belly did eventually get back to normal. I figured the same would happen with the air.

At first it was just dressing my up in tight clothes and filling me as much as we could. Then we would go out to dinner. I had to rub my tummy and eat, not everything, but I didn't mind. I was saving on groceries and I finally had a social life. I had no idea pics were being taken, and videos, and that I had a website and twitter page set up.

The first night we did this they had me wear a skin tight zebra print spandex dress. I put it on and it looked awesome! Everything looked good - my ass and even my little boobs, and my flat tummy. Then we added air. My belly pushed out a little and I looked like I'd eaten a little too much. But we went out to dinner and eventually after a couple drinks I felt like there was enough room in my tummy to eat. There didn't feel like there was as much pressure as earlier in the evening. At one point they brought me to the back of the restaurant to a private room to administer more air. I didn't mind. Everything felt good. I was the center of attention.

The next morning I was farty and burpy and felt a little swollen. I squeezed into my clothes and went about my business. Later in the day I had a fruit plate delivery with that lovely marshmallow dip! A secret admirer. Little did I know that "I" had "requested" this on my website. I also received champagne and Harry London chocolates. I figured it was someone who saw me out with the girls. Someone who thought I was special. I snacked my way through the week until the following Friday when we all went out again.

This time I wore a long sleeved form-fitting stretch shirt and a spandex skirt. I was a little puffy still from the previous week but once I inflated I was smoother and I looked to be about three months pregnant. All the girls ooohed and ahhed while I looked at my belly in the mirror. Rubbing it was like, I don't know, holding something that others envied. These girls wanted to be me. At least that's what I thought. We set out for dinner and it was decided that we would go to a Chinese buffet. When we walked in we were given a private room. There was oriental music in the background and I was served a drink immediately that made me feel incredibly hungry. The girls all posed with me for a photo. When I looked at it I thought that next week they could make me a little bigger.

They set me down in the middle and everyone sat around me.

"We're going to feed you tonight Jana", Nicci said.

"Alright, but you better hurry. I'm pretty hungry. I didn't eat all day" I tell her rubbing my small belly.

Plate after plate of noodles, chicken, ribs, wontons, bowls of various soups mixed in with desserts and washed down with more alcohol was having its effect.

"Smile Jana, show us that little belly of ours" they said and I would, rubbing it and moaning and posing for them, just like they asked.

"It's all for you ladies", I said, burping. I was a little embarrassed because I did notice someone videoing me at that point. "Sorry Felicia, I hope I didn't ruin that"

"Don't be silly Jana, that was perfect."

At some point the hose and pump came out and they hooked me up under the table. It was a private room, like I said, so we were closed up while that was going on. However, I was pretty full and my belly was poking out pretty far at that point. At least for me.

"I don't know. I'm pretty full guys," I said rubbing my tummy.

"Oh please Jana, just a little bit more. Brad, um, WE want to see you just a little bigger. Just a little. Please???" Nicci begged.

"Well, just a little. But not too much. I don't want to be in pain all weekend", I agreed, totally missing the Brad reference.

As soon as I said yes the pump started and I almost immediately felt the pressure building in my gut. I put my hands on my tummy and rubbed, moaning. Someone started feeding me some boneless ribs. I love them and as I chewed the pressure built and my tummy poked out more and more. My shirt began sliding up, revealing my belly button and when I felt that I felt myself come. I bucked a little and if I had been coherent I probably would have been embarrassed but I was lost. The food, the pressure, the definite change in my body.

When dinner was over I was waddled out of the restaurant looking to be about five months pregnant. Before we left a group photo was taken. My belly was huge and pink and straining. I know this because I did finally see the photos and videos from that night, but that happened later.

The next day, as I was recovering - swollen and sore - I received a gourmet delivery of macaroni and cheese, made with five different cheeses and authentic Italian pasta, with tomato soup and bread. It was delivered hot. How could I resist?