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I've been looking forward to this moment for a very long time! I am finally going to inflate My belly. Each push on the adorable little pump causes a subtle shift in My size. More? More! I take My time slowly enlarging Myself. Playfully accessing My growth time to time with groping and teasing My taut tummy. Each slow pump makes Me moan. I begin looking and even sounding like a balloon when I smack My stomach. Maybe I'm getting greedy for a bubble belly because I'm determined to inflate Myself to the largest size I've ever been! I'm rounding out! I'm filling with air! And I won't stop until I am fully satisfied. I'm beginning to wonder if I'll reach My max limit. No. No! I have to keep pumping. I'm obsessed with the sensation of My belly inflating. Wow! I'm becoming so massive that it is hard to keep pumping but I'm determined. Once pumped to satisfaction, I stand up and evaluate what I've done to Myself. I'm wobbling with My ballooned bubbly belly and I couldn't be happier... Only bigger!