Breanne Winters
Your roommate caught inflating~ <3
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Breanne's bedroom was at the end of the apartments short hallway and to the right, across from her roommates. She kept the door closed at all times and held a strict no entry policy like she was some sort emotional teenager going through a phase.
Today, just like every other day when Breanne holds up in her room, there were faint mechanical noises and hissing sounds coming from behind the door. Sounds that never got an explanation. Sounds that Breanne pretends don't exist whenever she's asked
A sudden booming impact followed by a panicked feminine yelp echoes down the hallway. Enough to startle her roommate, , to their feet and down the hall in a flash. They throw the door open expecting fallen furniture, or worse
W-what... KNOCK! KNOCK YOU IDIOT! Breanne shouted. A four foot tall cylinder of oxygen lay on the floor as the probable cause of the sound. A hose snaked it's way to a familiar hand. Breanne stood topless at the rooms center bent over and using the foot of her bed for support. Her belly was tremendously round and hung beneath her until it almost touched the floor. The skin was stretched and strained, covered in the damage of quick growth. The marks explained why she never wore revealing clothes. Her breasts had received the same oversized hanging treatment, while her ass and thighs threatened to push beyond whatever elasticity her leggings could give