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    I wake up naked on a cold metal table in a dark room. My wrists, ankles and head are strapped down, and I've got a gag in my mouth. This is a dangerously familiar situation, but a different location and I don't know who's caught me this time. I can hear a door swing open, and someone approach with slow, heavy footsteps. I begin wiggling, trying to free myself out of instinct, and a cold hand presses my chest down, holding me still. I stop moving as the hand leaves and I feel whoever it is poking around my rear. I gasp as something long and cold is inserted, and something is turned on.

    I bite my lip as cold air rushes into me, and once more I move around, now trying to dislodge what is apparently a hose. Once more a hand is pressed onto my chest, a silent order to stop. I frantically try to see whose hand it is, but can't. My stomach grows increasingly tight, and I glance down to see it beginning to swell. Panic rushes through me as my belly grows tighter, and I grit my teeth as it looks like I've swallowed a soccer ball. I close my eyes, trying to hold still as my belly grows, more air being forced into me by the second. I open my eyes, glancing down at the expanding ball of flesh attached to my body, and then up at where I think the figure is.

    I'm growing tighter and tighter as minutes pass, and my eyes widen as I can see faint stretch marks appearing on my belly. My breathing speeds up, and I begin thrashing around, fighting to dislodge that damn hose. My skin is stretched tight and angry marks run along my stomach. There's a faint squeaking from my middle and the hose is still pumping. I'm about to burst.

    I scream from behind my gag, trying to beg for it to stop, but nothing happens. Just more air. Then there's an experimental tap on my engorged gut, and I shudder at how hollow it sounds. I can hear a shuffling nearby, and the hose shuts off. I sigh as its pulled forcefully from me, and then shiver as the footsteps approach my side.

    A hand descends with a loud slap on my beach-ball sized belly, and I whimper involuntarily. I fight my bonds, my belly bouncing back and forth like a balloon, as I look for the person responsible for this. The footsteps cross behind me, and I can hear a door open and then shut loudly, leaving me completely alone. I wiggle, trying to get my hands to my over-filled stomach, but eventually I stop and just lie there, hoping someone will show up and deflate me.

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    I wake up naked on a cold metal table in a dark room. My wrists, ankles and head are strapped down, and I've got a gag in my mouth. This is a dangerously familiar situation, but a different location and I don't know who's caught me this time. I can hear a door swing open, and someone approach with slow, heavy footsteps. I begin wiggling, trying to free myself out of instinct, and a cold hand presses my chest down, holding me still. I stop moving as the hand leaves and I feel whoever it is poking around my rear. I gasp as something long and cold is inserted, and something is turned on.

    I bite my lip as cold air rushes into me, and once more I move around, now trying to dislodge what is apparently a hose. Once more a hand is pressed onto my chest, a silent order to stop. I frantically try to see whose hand it is, but can't. My stomach grows increasingly tight, and I glance down to see it beginning to swell. Panic rushes through me as my belly grows tighter, and I grit my teeth as it looks like I've swallowed a soccer ball. I close my eyes, trying to hold still as my belly grows, more air being forced into me by the second. I open my eyes, glancing down at the expanding ball of flesh attached to my body, and then up at where I think the figure is.

    I'm growing tighter and tighter as minutes pass, and my eyes widen as I can see faint stretch marks appearing on my belly. My breathing speeds up, and I begin thrashing around, fighting to dislodge that damn hose. My skin is stretched tight and angry marks run along my stomach. There's a faint squeaking from my middle and the hose is still pumping. I'm about to burst.

    I scream from behind my gag, trying to beg for it to stop, but nothing happens. Just more air. Then there's an experimental tap on my engorged gut, and I shudder at how hollow it sounds. I can hear a shuffling nearby, and the hose shuts off. I sigh as its pulled forcefully from me, and then shiver as the footsteps approach my side.

    A hand descends with a loud slap on my beach-ball sized belly, and I whimper involuntarily. I fight my bonds, my belly bouncing back and forth like a balloon, as I look for the person responsible for this. The footsteps cross behind me, and I can hear a door open and then shut loudly, leaving me completely alone. I wiggle, trying to get my hands to my over-filled stomach, but eventually I stop and just lie there, hoping someone will show up and deflate me.