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Quin sat at her desk in a state of torpor while the words from a nature documentary went through one ear and out the other. One would assume it was a typical case of the Monday blues, but that was an understatement. At the moment, Quin was the fall guy (or maybe "fall girl") of the school. Everyone saw her get attacked by Peony and Lorena thanks to Eli's video that made it on local news last Friday. She could feel the stares from her classmates and hear the whispers in the hallways. Should they ask to see her scars? How stupid does she has to be to be caught in such a trap? She must have horrible taste in friends. At least she didn't have that annoying artificial larynx anymore. And Morgan looked like a total badass in that video. Did anyone know she could break someone's elbow so easily? Good thing she was in ISS; who knows what she would do next. Was Quin even thankful that Moody Morgan helped her?

Reactions were oddly mixed when it came to Morgan, for whatever reason. Some saw her as this retarded child that reached an all-time low of breaking Peony's elbow and sending her to the hospital. Others saw her as something of a tragic or misunderstood hero. In fact, some kids brought her gifts that day at school before Morgan made her way to the ISS room.

  The teachers politely ignored the news story and the hubbub it caused at school, but Quin could see the subtle ways of being a little nicer to her. For whatever reason, it only drove the "victim" point home.

She glanced at the tank of tadpoles on the nearby counter, almost wishing she could join them. Swimming around with all their needs taken care of until they were adults in the spring and set off into the wild (it was to help the local population); Quin felt awfully jealous of the little amphibians. But, for now, she was stuck watching a documentary about how they live their lives out in the wild and around the world.

"There are various reasons why frogs will inflate themselves," the narrator's voice snapped Quin back into reality. "They do it to try and look too big to eat for a predator." On the screen, a frog inflated itself and emitted a high-pitched screech that got some of the class laughing. "The girls will do it to get the boys off their back. Literally." On screen, two frogs were in the classic humping position, but the one on the bottom inflated until the one on top lost its grip and hopped away, getting the message. "The boys will do it to attract a mate to them." On screen, tons of frogs were croaking in the night, one trying to sound more appealing than the next. How a female could differentiate with all those croaks going on, Quin would never know.

Inflation... Quin used to do that as a kid. She stopped once she hit kindergarten because Peony had disproved of the practice, deeming it disgusting and stupid. But Quin remembered those days. It didn't serve any particular purpose; it was just fun to do, like tongue tricks or doing designs with a piece of string between your fingers. And those days when she was little and her dad would inflate himself with "belly power" as he put it, acting like he was some super hero. But now Peony wasn't in her life anymore. In fact, Quin didn't really have anyone in her life aside from Sashimi, but she went to a different school and her family only visited every once in a while. In a way, Quin has hit rock bottom when it comes to her reputation, so it wouldn't matter if she DID pick up inflation again. She didn't have anyone that would criticize her. It was both a disheartening and comforting fact.

COULD she though? Was it, like, a skill that needed to be worked at, or was it something that would stay with her until the day she dies? Mrs. Rusty turned on the lights, causing the class to stir a little.

"Well, that was fun," the woman beamed. She had a thing for frogs and mechanics. Her desk was a weird mix of frogs, toads and steampunk figurines. She even had a one frog figure with a smart little top hat, monocle and pipe decorated with cogs and screws; some even fashioned into a mechanical bouquet in its hand. "Now-- yes, Quin?" Mrs. Rusty stated, noticing the student's hand raised. Quin took a quick moment to jot down her question on the marker board her teacher loaned her. "'About inflation... How do Wodnikanura inflate?'" the woman read aloud. "Well... I actually don't know myself. Why don't you ask our resident Balloon Boys?" Mrs. Rusty suggested with a friendly little smile.

She was obviously referring to the Wodnikanura boys on their school campus. Quin wasn't very familiar with them, but she knew they were a couple of jokers who enjoyed experimenting with their inflated bellies when they had the chance in school. Not long ago, one of them had somehow managed to inflate his belly and lay on it while his friends spun him around like a top. Hardly charming of a young man to do; and he was so thick-headed that he didn't realize others were laughing AT him rather than WITH him.

Quin gave an approving shrug to her teacher. There wasn't anything to lose from talking to the boys... unless they were just going to look down on her like everyone else and make fun of her lack of vocals and common sense. And if that were the case, she could just go home at the end of the day and ask her dad about it.

***

Don't you guys eat lunch? Quin thought as she peered into the window of the school library on her way to the cafeteria and recognized the Balloon Boys hanging around the comic book section of the library. Well... at least she could have some privacy while talking to them. With a trembling hand, she opened the door and entered. Quin paused for a moment at one of the tables to jot down a good opening statement in her journal before taking a rather roundabout route to the comic book section; she didn't want to give them the impression that she was stalking them or anything. Just a little coincidental occurrence; that would do quite nicely.

"Oh! Hey Quin," one of them greeted her, noticing her two feet away out of the corner of his eye. It was a polite greeting; not a smidgen of pity to be heard. "Did you need something?" Though taken aback by how open he was, Quin flipped to her first page.

Hello. My name is Quin; I don't know if you guys already know or not. What are your names?

"I'm Dave," the first one stated. He was a tall, broad, tan boy with a weird baseball cap on. What it was supposed to cover, she had no idea. He had a buzz-cut; hardly inappropriate for school. He was also more appealing to the olfactories compared to his comrade.

"And I'm Princeton, but you can just call me Prince... Charming," the other stated with a flirty grin. He was smaller and slimmer than Dave, with brilliantly blue skin and inky black hair, freckles and eyes. If not for his smile, he would have come off as eerie. He smelled like a weird mix of BO and extremely musky cologne in a poor attempt at masking his scent.

Nice to meet you. Listen; I know this is random, but could you teach me about how you inflate yourself? I was thinking of doing it myself.

"Are you a Wodnikanura?" Prince gave a quick analyzing glance up and down at Quin, searching for tell-tale signs.

My dad is a Wodnikanura and my mom's basic, so I'm half-and-half.

"Oh~ That explains why you didn't inflate in the video," Dave nodded. "We normally inflate automatically when we get scared."

"Well... CAN you inflate?" Prince inquired, a little muddled by the situation.

I used to do it a lot as a kid. I used to be able to inflate my belly to the size of a basketball. It was a long time ago, so I don't remember HOW I did it, exactly.

"Um... If it's been a while, then you should start simple," Dave surmised, staring up at the ceiling.

"I can loan you my bike pump," Prince offered cheerily.

"Dude! That's gross," Dave remarked. "Besides... that would be indirect kissing," he added in a lower tone.

"You're just jealous that I've kissed a girl before you did," Prince stated with a taunting leer.

"It totally doesn't count if it was Spin The Bottle!"

"It totally DOES!"

"Who IS this girl you keep saying you kissed? It's a little weird that you and the girl were the only ones there when you kissed."

The librarian shushed the boys before their argument became any more heated. Quin decided to keep her opinion to herself; even if it WAS Spin The Bottle, she doubted any girl with a working nose would come close enough to Prince to be able to kiss him.

What would a bike pump help with?

"It would just help to get more air in you faster. We use it every now and then to try and stretch our limits." Dave explained. "Here; let me--let me try to explain. You saw the video in Mrs. Rusty's class, right?" Quin nodded. "Okay. Like frogs, we have, like, a extra layer of skin that inflates and deflates, and it melds pretty well with our bodies when it's deflated. When you swallow air, you gotta make sure it goes into the air pocket instead of your lungs or stomach. Watch."

Out of the librarian's wary eyes, Dave lifted his shirt and began taking big gulps of air, his middle steadily inflating with each little bit of air until he looked like he was going into the second trimester of a pregnancy.

"Feel it," he instructed. Quin did as she was told and was surprised by how taunt the surface felt. It was quite literally like a balloon, except body temperature. It was nothing like when one have gas in their stomach. She even gave it a few light flicks; it sounded like a drum.

How do I know if I've actually put the air in the right place?

"Oh. You'll be able to breathe it back out, as if it just went in your lungs." With that, Dave slowly released the swallowed air until his middle was back to its normal convex state (he was a bit pudgy of a lad).

Wait... that doesn't make sense, Quin thought, recalling her silly childhood memories. With pink cheeks, she dared to jot down a rather crude question.

Can you take the air from your air pocket and use it to burp and stuff?

"Yup," Prince beamed. "That's how we were able to burp our ABC's before anyone else in kindergarten. I mean, it all runs along the same track," he stated, running a finger up and down his neck. "But, you know, you can't use it to fart. That's on a different track."

"It's more like they're kinda connected," Dave corrected. "Like when we drink soda, how our air pockets will inflate a little."

"Oh yeah! I think my dad said our stomachs are more air-tight, so if we swallow air while we eat, it goes to our air pocket instead of our stomach. And then we can just breathe it out again. Something about our upper esophagus... I don't remember. Don't quote me on it."

"Either way, if you haven't done it in a while, you should start slowly. Our air pockets get stretched regularly, but yours doesn't. It's a lot like a balloon. You take too much at once and you can explode."

"That's why WE'RE training with our air pockets to get bigger and bigger. We're talking yoga ball size," Prince added, his eyes twinkling with excitement... or maybe he was trying to impress Quin with their ambitions.

"You could read that magazine... maybe?" Dave suggested, seeming slightly embarrassed by his own suggestion.

"Yeah. She's a girl. It'll be fine."

What magazine?

"Oh! There's this online magazine that we read up on called 'Inflation Fixation' ; we read it every now and then for tips and tricks on how to get bigger."

"But you need a membership to see it. It's an exclusive website. Here-- I'll give you the one we share." Prince took Quin's paper and pencil and jotted down the information. "Everything here's pretty legit, so you don't have to worry about some doofus typing random junk on the internet to see who will try it. It's written by other people that can inflate; mostly Wodnikanura, but there's other kinds of people that can do it too. I think they even have articles for people who are only part Wodnikanura."

Thank you.

"No problem. Let us know if you can inflate. Happy to accept another Wodnikanura into the group," Dave gave a welcoming smile and a pat on her back.

Well, I'm going to lunch now. See you guys later.

The transaction of information ran much smoother than Quin expected, except for a little something she heard the Balloon Boys say in hushed, passionate voices.

"Dude! A GIRL just came and talked to US, and we talked to HER~!"

"Shut up! She can hear you."

With a silent giggle, Quin made her way down to the cafeteria, concocting her scheme of total inflation.

***

The next few days were spent trying to find the track that led to her air pocket. Often times, Quin's teachers and parents mistook it all for sighing forlornly, which wasn't too far from the truth to be completely honest. Each breathe in that only went to her lungs or her stomach was another irritating failure on her part. Did her air pocket go away? Was it like with piercing holes closing up if one doesn't keep a piercing intact? Sadly, there was nothing about it in the Inflation Fixation magazine; which, by the way, was almost borderline to a porno. Most of the models were of girls in skimpy bikinis that were often invisible under their inflated bellies. It wasn't horribly offensive for Quin to see, but still... It was such a boyish thing to do. She DID try inflating herself with water (in hopes of finding her air pocket with a more concrete substance), but all that happened were many trips to the restroom and one teacher even asking if she wanted to go home for the day.

Then... was it happening? Did she actually find her air pocket? Quin peered down at her belly and noticed an unusual sensation. It felt as if her skin was being stretched instead of her stomach feeling bloated. She took a few more gulps of air, then analyzed further; giving her middle a few good flicks.

It sounded like a drum! A rather pathetic drum, but it sounded like a drum. She found it! She found her air pocket! Now she just needed to expand on it; literally. Quin bolted to her parents' bedroom, grabbed the pump for the exercise ball from under their bed as well as lotion from her bathroom and zipped back to her bedroom, making sure to close the door behind her. She took a moment to relax her excited heart; she needed to focus now, and make sure she pumped air into her air pocket. Once settled enough, she popped the pump nozzle into her mouth and began pumping. One pump, two pumps, three pumps--her belly was pushing up her shirt now. It was starting to tingle a little now, rather like a sunburn; the magazine said lotion can help. Keeping the nozzle between her teeth, she pumped some lotion into her hands and rubbed it over the modest globe she had just created. Okay; maybe a COUPLE more pumps. That shouldn't be pushing it too much, right?

"Quin~ Dinner's ready," Mrs. Zabione called in a sing-song voice, entering the room without so much as a knock. The daughter stared at her mother for a moment in shock. No matter how you looked at it, the whole scenario would raise several questions.

  Mrs. Zabione stared in turn for a moment before smiling. "Oops. Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt." With that, she slowly closed the door with a giggle.

Whatever you're thinking, that's NOT it!, Quin wanted to yell at her mother. For now, she released all the air and mentally prepared herself for an assault of awkward questions at the dinner table.

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Darn you mothers!

Always walking in on weird moments!

---

Anyways, Quin is finally remembering what it was to be herself without worrying what others think

I can tell she has big dreams for her inflation

Wanna read more or see what happens next? --> fav.me/dbh9tex

---

Description
Quin sat at her desk in a state of torpor while the words from a nature documentary went through one ear and out the other. One would assume it was a typical case of the Monday blues, but that was an understatement. At the moment, Quin was the fall guy (or maybe "fall girl") of the school. Everyone saw her get attacked by Peony and Lorena thanks to Eli's video that made it on local news last Friday. She could feel the stares from her classmates and hear the whispers in the hallways. Should they ask to see her scars? How stupid does she has to be to be caught in such a trap? She must have horrible taste in friends. At least she didn't have that annoying artificial larynx anymore. And Morgan looked like a total badass in that video. Did anyone know she could break someone's elbow so easily? Good thing she was in ISS; who knows what she would do next. Was Quin even thankful that Moody Morgan helped her?

Reactions were oddly mixed when it came to Morgan, for whatever reason. Some saw her as this retarded child that reached an all-time low of breaking Peony's elbow and sending her to the hospital. Others saw her as something of a tragic or misunderstood hero. In fact, some kids brought her gifts that day at school before Morgan made her way to the ISS room.

  The teachers politely ignored the news story and the hubbub it caused at school, but Quin could see the subtle ways of being a little nicer to her. For whatever reason, it only drove the "victim" point home.

She glanced at the tank of tadpoles on the nearby counter, almost wishing she could join them. Swimming around with all their needs taken care of until they were adults in the spring and set off into the wild (it was to help the local population); Quin felt awfully jealous of the little amphibians. But, for now, she was stuck watching a documentary about how they live their lives out in the wild and around the world.

"There are various reasons why frogs will inflate themselves," the narrator's voice snapped Quin back into reality. "They do it to try and look too big to eat for a predator." On the screen, a frog inflated itself and emitted a high-pitched screech that got some of the class laughing. "The girls will do it to get the boys off their back. Literally." On screen, two frogs were in the classic humping position, but the one on the bottom inflated until the one on top lost its grip and hopped away, getting the message. "The boys will do it to attract a mate to them." On screen, tons of frogs were croaking in the night, one trying to sound more appealing than the next. How a female could differentiate with all those croaks going on, Quin would never know.

Inflation... Quin used to do that as a kid. She stopped once she hit kindergarten because Peony had disproved of the practice, deeming it disgusting and stupid. But Quin remembered those days. It didn't serve any particular purpose; it was just fun to do, like tongue tricks or doing designs with a piece of string between your fingers. And those days when she was little and her dad would inflate himself with "belly power" as he put it, acting like he was some super hero. But now Peony wasn't in her life anymore. In fact, Quin didn't really have anyone in her life aside from Sashimi, but she went to a different school and her family only visited every once in a while. In a way, Quin has hit rock bottom when it comes to her reputation, so it wouldn't matter if she DID pick up inflation again. She didn't have anyone that would criticize her. It was both a disheartening and comforting fact.

COULD she though? Was it, like, a skill that needed to be worked at, or was it something that would stay with her until the day she dies? Mrs. Rusty turned on the lights, causing the class to stir a little.

"Well, that was fun," the woman beamed. She had a thing for frogs and mechanics. Her desk was a weird mix of frogs, toads and steampunk figurines. She even had a one frog figure with a smart little top hat, monocle and pipe decorated with cogs and screws; some even fashioned into a mechanical bouquet in its hand. "Now-- yes, Quin?" Mrs. Rusty stated, noticing the student's hand raised. Quin took a quick moment to jot down her question on the marker board her teacher loaned her. "'About inflation... How do Wodnikanura inflate?'" the woman read aloud. "Well... I actually don't know myself. Why don't you ask our resident Balloon Boys?" Mrs. Rusty suggested with a friendly little smile.

She was obviously referring to the Wodnikanura boys on their school campus. Quin wasn't very familiar with them, but she knew they were a couple of jokers who enjoyed experimenting with their inflated bellies when they had the chance in school. Not long ago, one of them had somehow managed to inflate his belly and lay on it while his friends spun him around like a top. Hardly charming of a young man to do; and he was so thick-headed that he didn't realize others were laughing AT him rather than WITH him.

Quin gave an approving shrug to her teacher. There wasn't anything to lose from talking to the boys... unless they were just going to look down on her like everyone else and make fun of her lack of vocals and common sense. And if that were the case, she could just go home at the end of the day and ask her dad about it.

***

Don't you guys eat lunch? Quin thought as she peered into the window of the school library on her way to the cafeteria and recognized the Balloon Boys hanging around the comic book section of the library. Well... at least she could have some privacy while talking to them. With a trembling hand, she opened the door and entered. Quin paused for a moment at one of the tables to jot down a good opening statement in her journal before taking a rather roundabout route to the comic book section; she didn't want to give them the impression that she was stalking them or anything. Just a little coincidental occurrence; that would do quite nicely.

"Oh! Hey Quin," one of them greeted her, noticing her two feet away out of the corner of his eye. It was a polite greeting; not a smidgen of pity to be heard. "Did you need something?" Though taken aback by how open he was, Quin flipped to her first page.

Hello. My name is Quin; I don't know if you guys already know or not. What are your names?

"I'm Dave," the first one stated. He was a tall, broad, tan boy with a weird baseball cap on. What it was supposed to cover, she had no idea. He had a buzz-cut; hardly inappropriate for school. He was also more appealing to the olfactories compared to his comrade.

"And I'm Princeton, but you can just call me Prince... Charming," the other stated with a flirty grin. He was smaller and slimmer than Dave, with brilliantly blue skin and inky black hair, freckles and eyes. If not for his smile, he would have come off as eerie. He smelled like a weird mix of BO and extremely musky cologne in a poor attempt at masking his scent.

Nice to meet you. Listen; I know this is random, but could you teach me about how you inflate yourself? I was thinking of doing it myself.

"Are you a Wodnikanura?" Prince gave a quick analyzing glance up and down at Quin, searching for tell-tale signs.

My dad is a Wodnikanura and my mom's basic, so I'm half-and-half.

"Oh~ That explains why you didn't inflate in the video," Dave nodded. "We normally inflate automatically when we get scared."

"Well... CAN you inflate?" Prince inquired, a little muddled by the situation.

I used to do it a lot as a kid. I used to be able to inflate my belly to the size of a basketball. It was a long time ago, so I don't remember HOW I did it, exactly.

"Um... If it's been a while, then you should start simple," Dave surmised, staring up at the ceiling.

"I can loan you my bike pump," Prince offered cheerily.

"Dude! That's gross," Dave remarked. "Besides... that would be indirect kissing," he added in a lower tone.

"You're just jealous that I've kissed a girl before you did," Prince stated with a taunting leer.

"It totally doesn't count if it was Spin The Bottle!"

"It totally DOES!"

"Who IS this girl you keep saying you kissed? It's a little weird that you and the girl were the only ones there when you kissed."

The librarian shushed the boys before their argument became any more heated. Quin decided to keep her opinion to herself; even if it WAS Spin The Bottle, she doubted any girl with a working nose would come close enough to Prince to be able to kiss him.

What would a bike pump help with?

"It would just help to get more air in you faster. We use it every now and then to try and stretch our limits." Dave explained. "Here; let me--let me try to explain. You saw the video in Mrs. Rusty's class, right?" Quin nodded. "Okay. Like frogs, we have, like, a extra layer of skin that inflates and deflates, and it melds pretty well with our bodies when it's deflated. When you swallow air, you gotta make sure it goes into the air pocket instead of your lungs or stomach. Watch."

Out of the librarian's wary eyes, Dave lifted his shirt and began taking big gulps of air, his middle steadily inflating with each little bit of air until he looked like he was going into the second trimester of a pregnancy.

"Feel it," he instructed. Quin did as she was told and was surprised by how taunt the surface felt. It was quite literally like a balloon, except body temperature. It was nothing like when one have gas in their stomach. She even gave it a few light flicks; it sounded like a drum.

How do I know if I've actually put the air in the right place?

"Oh. You'll be able to breathe it back out, as if it just went in your lungs." With that, Dave slowly released the swallowed air until his middle was back to its normal convex state (he was a bit pudgy of a lad).

Wait... that doesn't make sense, Quin thought, recalling her silly childhood memories. With pink cheeks, she dared to jot down a rather crude question.

Can you take the air from your air pocket and use it to burp and stuff?

"Yup," Prince beamed. "That's how we were able to burp our ABC's before anyone else in kindergarten. I mean, it all runs along the same track," he stated, running a finger up and down his neck. "But, you know, you can't use it to fart. That's on a different track."

"It's more like they're kinda connected," Dave corrected. "Like when we drink soda, how our air pockets will inflate a little."

"Oh yeah! I think my dad said our stomachs are more air-tight, so if we swallow air while we eat, it goes to our air pocket instead of our stomach. And then we can just breathe it out again. Something about our upper esophagus... I don't remember. Don't quote me on it."

"Either way, if you haven't done it in a while, you should start slowly. Our air pockets get stretched regularly, but yours doesn't. It's a lot like a balloon. You take too much at once and you can explode."

"That's why WE'RE training with our air pockets to get bigger and bigger. We're talking yoga ball size," Prince added, his eyes twinkling with excitement... or maybe he was trying to impress Quin with their ambitions.

"You could read that magazine... maybe?" Dave suggested, seeming slightly embarrassed by his own suggestion.

"Yeah. She's a girl. It'll be fine."

What magazine?

"Oh! There's this online magazine that we read up on called 'Inflation Fixation' ; we read it every now and then for tips and tricks on how to get bigger."

"But you need a membership to see it. It's an exclusive website. Here-- I'll give you the one we share." Prince took Quin's paper and pencil and jotted down the information. "Everything here's pretty legit, so you don't have to worry about some doofus typing random junk on the internet to see who will try it. It's written by other people that can inflate; mostly Wodnikanura, but there's other kinds of people that can do it too. I think they even have articles for people who are only part Wodnikanura."

Thank you.

"No problem. Let us know if you can inflate. Happy to accept another Wodnikanura into the group," Dave gave a welcoming smile and a pat on her back.

Well, I'm going to lunch now. See you guys later.

The transaction of information ran much smoother than Quin expected, except for a little something she heard the Balloon Boys say in hushed, passionate voices.

"Dude! A GIRL just came and talked to US, and we talked to HER~!"

"Shut up! She can hear you."

With a silent giggle, Quin made her way down to the cafeteria, concocting her scheme of total inflation.

***

The next few days were spent trying to find the track that led to her air pocket. Often times, Quin's teachers and parents mistook it all for sighing forlornly, which wasn't too far from the truth to be completely honest. Each breathe in that only went to her lungs or her stomach was another irritating failure on her part. Did her air pocket go away? Was it like with piercing holes closing up if one doesn't keep a piercing intact? Sadly, there was nothing about it in the Inflation Fixation magazine; which, by the way, was almost borderline to a porno. Most of the models were of girls in skimpy bikinis that were often invisible under their inflated bellies. It wasn't horribly offensive for Quin to see, but still... It was such a boyish thing to do. She DID try inflating herself with water (in hopes of finding her air pocket with a more concrete substance), but all that happened were many trips to the restroom and one teacher even asking if she wanted to go home for the day.

Then... was it happening? Did she actually find her air pocket? Quin peered down at her belly and noticed an unusual sensation. It felt as if her skin was being stretched instead of her stomach feeling bloated. She took a few more gulps of air, then analyzed further; giving her middle a few good flicks.

It sounded like a drum! A rather pathetic drum, but it sounded like a drum. She found it! She found her air pocket! Now she just needed to expand on it; literally. Quin bolted to her parents' bedroom, grabbed the pump for the exercise ball from under their bed as well as lotion from her bathroom and zipped back to her bedroom, making sure to close the door behind her. She took a moment to relax her excited heart; she needed to focus now, and make sure she pumped air into her air pocket. Once settled enough, she popped the pump nozzle into her mouth and began pumping. One pump, two pumps, three pumps--her belly was pushing up her shirt now. It was starting to tingle a little now, rather like a sunburn; the magazine said lotion can help. Keeping the nozzle between her teeth, she pumped some lotion into her hands and rubbed it over the modest globe she had just created. Okay; maybe a COUPLE more pumps. That shouldn't be pushing it too much, right?

"Quin~ Dinner's ready," Mrs. Zabione called in a sing-song voice, entering the room without so much as a knock. The daughter stared at her mother for a moment in shock. No matter how you looked at it, the whole scenario would raise several questions.

  Mrs. Zabione stared in turn for a moment before smiling. "Oops. Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt." With that, she slowly closed the door with a giggle.

Whatever you're thinking, that's NOT it!, Quin wanted to yell at her mother. For now, she released all the air and mentally prepared herself for an assault of awkward questions at the dinner table.

---

Darn you mothers!

Always walking in on weird moments!

---

Anyways, Quin is finally remembering what it was to be herself without worrying what others think

I can tell she has big dreams for her inflation

Wanna read more or see what happens next? --> fav.me/dbh9tex

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