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I've also opened a DA account at the suggestion of a few friends who thought the thread format might be a little hard to follow for new readers. Going forward, I'll be cross posting my new sequences there for those of us who prefer a gallery-style format for stories.

Part 4 (Finale) [ Estimated time to rendezvous - 18 hours.] Astrid pushed her hand away from the ice-cold console as she inadvertently pressed the refresh button with an outstretched arm. The resulting force caused her fluid-filled body to float back to the middle of the spacious Evac pod. She couldn't help it. Her whole body was so full that she could barely even bend her wrists. Her long, terrifying wait for rescue was a cycle of floating in eerie silence punctuated by painful periods of rapid growth. Sometimes, it felt like a dull ache pulsing deep inside her bowels that added yet another centimeter to her body's circumference. Other times, she felt like her insides were being forcibly rearranged while her translucent skin creaked in protest at the massive surge in growth. Astrid's mouth gaped wide in preparation to let loose another pained scream. But only a raspy squeak made it past her lips. Every organ in her torso had become so engorged that they had squished her lungs into the corners of her chest. Astrid's ribcage let out an audible creak as it tried to find room for an extra cc of air so she could catch her breath. The heat, the pain, the suffocating fear of knowing that she could explode at any second - It was all too much to take. The dark vignette lining the fringes of the room started to close in as Astrid felt her spherical body succumb to another wave of uncontrolled expansion. It only took a few minutes before the last of the light faded from the scientist's view of the Evac Pod's spartan interior, and Astrid slipped into unconsciousness. ... "Tug C to Tower, we are guiding the pod to the Freight air lock in the S.P.A. Confirm lock?" "Tug C, we have confirmed successful lock on the Freight air lock. Hazmat and med-rescue teams are in position to receive. Thanks, Good day." ... "One last time -- Does everyone have their suits sealed and locked?!?" Freight sector Security Chief Janyce Luna heard her own voice reverberate through her Hazmat suit as she shouted at the team through the respirator. Her heart beat boomed in her ears, betraying her apprehension towards pushing the airlock open button. This was her first hazmat rescue ever since she joined Home Station's operations team eight M-years ago. Knowing that she aced those semi-annual training exercises did little to allay the fear of what would emerge from the recovered Evac Pod. The descriptor on the distress signal just said "contaminated air." Contaminated with what? Poison? Chemicals? Would their heavy hazmat suits even protect them from whatever deadly threat they were about to unleash? "Breaching! Breaching! ...Get ready!" Red emergency lights flooded the room and the interior airlock opened. "Air quality - Green! Oxygen content - Green! Radiation - Green! No warnings ma'am!" "Signs of life?" "One heartbeat detected! Slow but strong... she's alive in there!" "Ready the stretcher! Gods, I can't see a damned thing..." Janyce Luna stopped barking orders for a brief moment while she repeatedly hammered the power button on her flashlight in frustration. She pointed the beam to her right to cast a solar-bright spotlight on a nearby shipping container. Her light WAS working. Why wasn't it illuminating anything in the pitch-black entryway of the pod? The team recoiled in horror as the darkness rotated in place to reveal its true nature. It was her - Dr. Astrid Terravane - or what used to be her. Now a massive, spherical ebony drigible with appendages so puffy that they appeared to have merged into her perfectly globular torso. How was this possible? What could have possibly done this to the human body? "Ma...'am... what should we do...?" The whispering of the senior EMT snapped Security Chief Luna back to her senses. She mustered up the strength to croak out an order as boldly as she could manage. "REDUCE ARTIFICIAL GRAVITY IN THE FREIGHT SECTOR TO 5%. NOW!" "Get ready to push! We are going to FLOAT this woman to the sickbay!"

Part 3 [ Distress signal activated. Evac pods unlocked. ] Dr. Astrid Terravane stared blankly at the cold, dark space between her and the Martian colony that filled her view of the small porthole above the monitor. The unsightly blue-green patches of terraformed ground on the reddish planet below looked more inviting than ever before. When she was down there, trapped among all of the planet-bound civilians living their boring lives, she would look up at the stars and dream about standing exactly where she was today. She lifted her exposed gut to feel its immense heft push back against her hands. All she wanted now was to set foot back on the dusty Martian soil of her hometown. Astrid forced herself to turn away from the tranquil view outside and face the grim reality of her situation. She was helpless and alone in a research station that was half a day away from the nearest satellite with a proper sickbay -- All while stricken by a mystery infection that was causing her to retain liters on liters of water. Even if the Home Station responds to her distress call, would they even make it to her in time? Or would her rapidly swelling body grow too big for its own britches and burst open like a chocolate-colored water balloon? Still, she had to try. Astrid stuffed her ID into her thigh pocket and clasped a cluster of injectable painkillers onto her belt. There was neither the time nor the room in the Evac pods to save much else. The bulging scientist felt an "oof" escape her lips as she struggled to stand up straight. She felt like she was carrying an entire carton of hydration packs inside her. The turgid, sloshing mass in her midsection was pulling her closer and closer to the floor. She leant her increased body weight against the walls and waddled to the nearest climate control console. [ Artificial Gravity reduced to 10% M-Standard ] Good. Now she can float the rest of the way to the Evac pods. Astrid did her best to ignore the pulsing and gurgles churning deep within her bowels as more of her organs swelled with fluid. The 10-meter airborne swim to her only means of escape felt like a treacherous journey on its own. She snagged the panel gaps on the walls and ceiling, carefully pulling herself forward, centimeter by centimeter. She didn't dare to think what would happen if she snagged a sharp corner with her blimp-like body. There it was. The hatch to the Evac pod. A gust of fresh air gently pushed back against Astrid's exposed abdomen as the positive pressure system tried its best to keep airborne contaminants out of her lifeboat. All she had to do was get in, push the red button, and leave the rest to the rescuers. As she floated across the threshold of the open airlock, a familiar pain started welling in Astrid's gut. Her eyes flew open as she recognized it from the start of her horrible misadventure. "No... no... not agaaaAIIIINNNN!!!!" Astrid screeched in pain as her inflated body surged with another sudden wave of expansion. It was just like before. But so much worse. It was like someone had suddenly turned the tap to full blast. Astrid's utility belt blasted apart, taking with it the button and zipper that was keeping the bottom half of her bodysuit in place. The swollen scientist could only watch helplessly as all of the essential items she salvaged floated out of reach of her blimped up body and disappeared down the hallway of the research station. "Hee hee hooo... heee heee hooo... Ffffff.... Arrgghhhhh!!!" With her painkillers gone, all Astrid could think to do was to go back to her lamaze breathing. Even though it did nothing to control her expansion, it felt like it was the only thing keeping her over-pressurized body from blowing apart. "UGAAAHHH!" Her bloated body did everything it could to help. Beads of cold sweat started forming all over her body in a desperate attempt to expel as much water as it could through her translucent, bronzed skin. Astrid felt her arms and legs slowly straighten and spread as her joints filled with fluid, robbing her of her ability to bend them. Her RCS maneuvering pack dethatched from her shoulders before the rest of her torn bodysuit undressed itself from Astrid's upper body. The panic in her mind reached a breaking point. She probably had minutes before wouldn't be able to move at all. She had to act NOW. Clenching her teeth, the ebony blimp pushed against the ceiling and let her hips smash against the EJECT button. The pneumatic hissing of the airlock and rumbling of thrusters provided a moment of calm as a pumpkin-shaped Astrid Terravane watched her research station grow smaller in the rear window of her metal lifeboat.

Part 2 [ -- NO SIGNAL -- ] "F me." Due to the differences in their orbits, each research satellite would lose contact with the Home Station for one hour every Mars Orbital day. That hour-long blackout had started minutes before Astrid had reached the hub. She stared at blinking red console text in disbelief for a full minute before turning away in disgust. There was nothing she could do. She would have to wait out the hour in the Habitat and come back when she was within relay range of the Home Station. Then she could call back and request extraction from this ramshackle excuse of a research lab. Maybe she could find some painkillers to stop these horrible cramps in the meantime... That was the plan, at least, until she caught a glimpse of her own reflection in one of the exterior windows. "What the..." The woman in the mirror looked just like Astrid. Everything looked familiar. She recognized the glamorous curly hair, the narrow shoulders, the toned arms... the perky boobs... but not that huge gut! No... it couldn't be. Astrid shut off her RCS pack and looked at herself to confirm her worst fears. That well-rounded girl in the mirror was indeed Dr. Astrid Terravane. Just a lot more of her. "Gods... what... I..." Astrid sputtered to herself as she prodded the hefty paunch that was now stretching the middle of her bodysuit. The round mass gurgled and bubbled in response. It was heavy and sloshy, like one of the large water pouches from the Galley. She poked and prodded at the fluid-filled mass as if to confirm that it was indeed part of her own body. "This can't be happening." There was no denying it. Astrid's slim body was swelling with some kind of fluid. She had no idea what or how it was happening. All she knew was that she needed to find a something to stop it. Fast. ... "F... does NO ONE restock these stupid things?!?" A metallic box full of bandages clattered across the floor. This useless excuse for a medkit! No anti-inflammatories. No adrenaline. Not even a single vial of Profin-B! Astrid didn't even need to look to tell that her waistline was expanding by the minute. The increasing pressure from her ever more constricting bodysuit was telling her everything she needed. She huffed and slammed her fist into the wall in frustration as she rummaged through a second half-empty medkit. There had to be something else she could try... "By Gods of course! Telamed!" Astrid's eyes lit up when she remembered that her personal tablet had a handful of functions that worked without any outside comms. One of them was a health monitoring application that had basic diagnostic capabilities. It should be able to give her some idea of what was going on. Astrid bounded back to her quarters as quickly as she could, her increasingly bloated belly sloshing along with every step. ... "No..." Astrid's tablet landed on the floor with a thud as she read the screen. Her tablet's Telamed function had worked flawlessly. It was not good news. [ POSSIBLE LYMPHATIC SYSTEM FAILURE. Seek Medical Attention. ] Astrid stared at her enormous reflection in the tiny mirror on her bed. The gargantuan globe hanging off her torso gave her the rounded silhouette of an expectant mother. She stared slack jawed and wiggled her hips to see her water balloon of a belly follow her gyrations with a slow wobble. It must have been spores. From the Greenhouse. They warned her about this. The fungi on board were not safe for human consumption. That's why she had that uncomfortable yellow suit... those bulky rubber gloves... the respirator that she never bothered to put on... Astrid collapsed in the corner of her habitat in shock. The sudden increase in abdominal pressure was too much for her overstretched bodysuit to contain. With a series of loud pops and a zzzzzippp, her shiny chocolate dome of a belly burst free of her body suit before jiggling softly to a rest on her lap. There was nothing in this satellite that could help with her current condition. The closest sickbay was at the Home Station. She had no other choice. She would need to abort mission.

Happy new year everyone! We have something different today - A NSFW sci-fi horror short featuring belly and body inflation. Enjoy! Inflation: Isolation [NSFW, Belly Expansion, Body Inflation] Part 1 "3013.05.02 - Mars Orbital Time - 21 hours. Preparing for manual soil aeration." Dr. Astrid Terravane, Ph.D. slapped the pressure ring of her hazmat suit into the locked position as she prepared to enter the Greenhouse for the 3rd time in 24 Mars Orbital hours. She mockingly planted a thumb print on the layer of dust collecting on her respirator before leaving it on the dusty bottom shelf. Yes, protocol said that she was supposed to have one on at all times when inside the Greenhouse. But the big rubbery apparatus was smelly and uncomfortable. Plus, nothing had happened in the past 16 M-days of her mission so far. She will just keep her nose and mouth a safe distance away from the samples. Like she usually did. Astrid sighed heavily while she kneaded the loose soil lining the beds with gloved hands. All of the equipment in this research satellite was cheap junk. First, it was the moisture control system. Then it was the soil aerator. She wouldn't be surprised if the CO2 generators blew out next. Stupid junk. The cinnamon-skinned athlete-turned-biologist stood up from her extended air squat and stretched her lower back. Even with the artificial gravity turned up to 105%, it was nowhere near the amount that she grew up with on Mars. She could practically feel her toned figure atrophying into flab. "It's fine," she said to herself, "Three more M-days of babysitting these mushrooms, and I'll be finished with my rotations. Then I can go whereeeever I want." The lone occupant of Research Satellite Flora-M peeled her suit off and hung it back in the vacuum autoclave for decontamination. Another heavy sigh escaped her full lips. "Back to reading, I gues..." *WHOOOP* *WHOOOP* *WHOOOP* The ear-splitting whooping of the master alarm brought Astrid's train of thought to a crashing halt. She froze in place as she tried to comprehend what was happening. That loud whooping. Think back to safety training. What was that again? A full 30 seconds had passed before Astrid was startled back to her senses by the crimson glow of the emergency lights. "Oh F. The air purifiers!" *WHOOOP* *WHOOOP* *WHOOOP* Astrid cranked the RCS maneuvering system in her shoulder pack to its max setting to help her sprint to the nearest control station. She leapt over the chair and nearly punched her hand through the touch screen as she somehow managed to skid to a stop without plowing into the console. *WHOOOP* *WHOOOP* *WHOOOP* Unbelievable. The filtration system in the Greenhouse had failed. This stupid piece of junk satellite. Astrid banged through options on the ancient monitor. First, turn off that obnoxious master alarm. Then seal the Greenhouse. Ok. "Now turn on power mode for the habita.....aaaaAAAAAAATTTTT!!!" Astrid felt herself screaming that last sentence out loud as a piercing pain shot through her body. The muscular scientist fell back into her chair with a thud as she involuntarily doubled over in her chair. Her insides felt like they were being shredded. Her abs were locked tightly in place. Oh Gods, it hurt. It hurt like nothing she had ever experienced in her life. "HaaAAAAAAhhhh" The chocolate beauty forced herself to draw a breath as she writhed in pain. No matter how much it hurt, she could NOT let herself pass out. She HAD to stay conscious. There was no other humanoid on board this hunk of space junk, and she had zero confidence in the life support systems. "Gurraaaaaahhhh!" Sweat started to stream down Astrid's sharp cheekbones as she struggled to cope with the gut-wrenching pain. Another stab of searing heat tore through her abs. What was happening? It felt like someone was cutting her in two with a thermal cleaver! She began panting in lamaze breaths in a desperate attempt to stay in control of her own body. "Hee... hee.. hoooooo.... hee.. hee.. hoooooooo...." ... It took a whole 20 minutes of enduring the most excruciating pain she had ever experienced. But Dr. Astrid Terravane survived the pain. A dull throbbing still pulsated deep in the pit of her stomach, but it was dull enough that she could at least move her body. Still slick with sweat, the young scientist clambored to her feet. "Gods. F this place. I need out. Now." Astrid was so busy storming back to the comms hub that she failed to notice the slight bulge pressing against the midriff of her bodysuit.

Part 4 (Finale) - Battle of the Heavyweights "I feel like someone's staring at me." Millie glanced over her shoulder to see where that prickly gaze was coming from. She was used to the warmth of admiring looks from her followers and fans. But the amiable MadeInMillie wasn't used to the sensation of being glared at. "Maybe I'm just nervous." Unbeknownst to MadeInMillie, a vengeful StarSempstress was watching her every move from across the hallway. Star took a few hefty steps behind a column to stay out of the red-haired cosplayer's line of sight. Thanks to all of the stressful late nights spent re-working her outfits, the raven-haired makeup artist had managed to pack another 30 pounds onto her blubbery figure. This wasn't the beach body that StarSempstress wanted to show off at Kosplay Kon. She would have cancelled if she hadn't seen her arch-nemesis' well-rounded condition. Star didn't need to win overall. All she needed to do was to beat that red-haired blimp in ONE contest. With any luck, maybe she won't even need to. Maybe that hussy would go into labor and be disqualified. Ha. Imagine that! Star let her imagination run wild as she waddled through the crowds back to her hotel room. Two hours to change into her show costume and put on her stage face. And then... showtime. ... Maybe it was the nerves. Or maybe it was just Star being out of practice. Whatever it was, it seemed that StarSempstress was destined to fumble every contest she registered for. She tripped in the middle of the runway show, accidentally flashing her panties to the crowd's delight. The sharp edge of her corset snagged a seam on her dress and caused an embarrassing wardrobe malfunction during the JRPG showdown. She had just enough time to cover it up with a cut-up pullover before missing all of her high notes during the talent show. Star tried her hardest to keep a flood of tears from smearing her mascara as she trundled off stage amidst a pitter-patter of golf claps. The portly, fair-skinned artist could only look on as an immensely pregnant Millie swept the show. The gorgeous veteran cosplayer gyrated her hips down the runway in a mesmerizing fashion, distracting the audience from her bloated face and stuffed sausage arms. The crowd cheered in delight when she handily defeated all comers in the JRPG showdown. And her "The Girly Side of Lightning" comedy sketch was honestly pretty funny. A defeated StarSempstress sulked quietly all the way on her hour-long car ride back to her house. What a disgraceful performance. And a waste of a year. She was the one who had started that fight 12 months ago. She was the one who turned a nitpicky dispute into a year-long vendetta. And in the end, she had lost -- fair and square. Worst of all, that defeat came at the hands of a humongous blimp of an influencer who didn't even know who her name... ... ...or so she thought. No way. How did MadeInMillie get her cell phone number? Why is the cosplay queen texting her? It's 8 AM on a Monday! "Finally found ya! Wanted to say your makeup was A-MAZING! I didn't even recognize you!" Tears welled up in Star's sleep-deprived eyes as she processed what was happening. The constant chirping of incoming text messages wasn't making it any easier to get her bearings "You need to teach me some of your tricks! I thought I knew how to contour, but not like you do! I have to know! Reveal to me your secrets sempai! Hey, you are getting my messages right? I'm pretty sure I got the right number." StarSempstress sniffed as she finally mustered up a response. "Next time, Best in Show is mine." "Ya betcha! Come by if you want to meet up. I'll text you my address. Just hurry! These twins are ready to burst out of me!" With a chuckle, StarSempstress got up off her ample rump and headed to the gym with renewed resolve. She ran out of time this year, but next year... next year will be a different story. She would shed all the blubber and trim down to the lean, muscular model she knew she could be. As she lumbered on to the treadmill for the first time in months, a playful thought danced through Star's mind. "What anime-themed housewarming gift should I get this girl?"

... Four more loving months later ... "Ya know you don't HAVE to buy me clothes, Chad. You've been in my sewing room. I literally MAKE clothes as a hobby." "Just want to lighten the load on you hun," replied her fiancée with a smile. The truth was, Chad was just coming up with excuses to squeeze in another date during the week. Millie had grown too big for them to comfortably continue their couples workouts at Solstice Fitness. He wanted to get as many dates in as possible before their household of two became a family of three. He also loved the fact that Millie was spending more and more time on her hobby. As energetic as his future was wife, the sheer effort of caring for a newborn would surely force the famous MadeInMillie to take some extended family leave. "Looking good hun!" Chad still had no idea how to work a full frame camera, but he did his best to fake it. He knew how much these shots of Millie's maternity costumes meant to her and her thousands of online followers. The expectant wood elf in his viewfinder slipped effortlessly through her catalog of poses as he let the camera's motor drive function capture hundreds of photos in the blink of an eye. "Okay, I got it! ...I think." ... "Just a minute, studmuffin! I need to pin these patterns before I forget!" Of course, Millie wasn't about to forget about Kosplay Kon. It was THE event of the year for her - Her Super Bowl - Her Vogue year-end fashion shoot. Probably her last one for a while too. She had to make it count. She was going to bring two full wardrobes of costumes this year to show her glowing figure to her fans in all its glory. Ok, so maybe she had put on a few pounds of baby fat after she stopped exercising. But at least she won't be accused of bra stuffing by some snooty pretender this time! MadeInMillie was brimming with confidence. This year was going to be her year. Just like every other year. ... Two days before Kosplay Kon ... *BANG!* A patch of blue fabric flopped onto the floor along with a chunk of plastic belt buckle. "Oops. I guess I shouldn't have sat down so fast." Millie wasn't even surprised any more. This was the third costume that she burst out of during today's pre-event test fit. She wasn't sure how she managed to gain three inches on her waistline in a handful of weeks, but it happened. If she hadn't packed a few extra-roomy costumes, the infamous MadeInMillie would have nothing to wear for Kosplay Kon. "Yay! This one fits!" the well-rounded cosplayer's mammaries bounded enthusiastically as Millie raised both arms in triumph. She finally found another costume that fit her engorged frame. "Uhm, no." her supportive future husband made his disapproval clear from the other side of the hotel room. "Why not?" pouted the gravid red-haired beauty. "A - Because you're practically naked from the waist up," Chat replied as he pointed to Millie's milk-bloated bust, which was already threatening to pop out of her bra, "and B - Because you're literally naked from the waist down." Chad sighed as he brought over the shorts that made up the bottom half of her costume. "Oh ya... I forgot. I outgrew those last month."

Part 3 - Millie's Glowing Grow Up Another 10 reps! It was the first time in a long time that some peasant had the AUDACITY to critize THE MadeInMillie in person. It didn't matter. Her YouTube research indicated that building muscle was the best way to add some glamorous curves on her slim body. She just needed to eat more protein and put in some serious hours at the gym. That plan lasted all of two weeks before a cute guy caught her eye in the Solstice Fitness cardio room. Oh my. It has been almost a year since the cosplay queen split with her ex. Maybe it was time to find a new king? What luck then, when Millie's potential suitor approached her first. "Do you need any help with that machine?" Millie flashed the handsome hunk a huge grin and squeaked back a "ya, please!" It only took a few days before her new gym buddy worked up the courage to ask her out on a proper night out. "I'd love to go to dinner. I'm gonna warn you though. I am a little nerdy." ... It's a good thing the Italian restaurant was so loud. Someone could have heard that snortle escaping from Millie's dainty nose as she tried to catch her breath from laughing so hard. "So so so... let me get this straight. You're named Chad. You work as a Culture Specialist for Kyotopop. And you dog-sit Shibas as a side job? My gawd, you're a walking meme!" Her handsome date sucked in his cheeks and jutted his jaw in a cheesy mime of the internet-famous Chad Face. "I am indeed a man of culture." He replied, causing the pair of them to burst out in a fit of uncontrolled laughter. Millie couldn't believe her luck. Of all the gym rats in the tri-state area, she was hit on by the one that had the same geeky interests she did. She knew there and then. The cosplay queen had found her king. She was taking him home, whether he liked it or not. Happily, Chad was more than happy to oblige. The pair of anime-addicted fitness enthusiasts spent all night "exercising" in the comfort of his silky smooth sheets. "Now we can skip ab day!" squealed a delighted Millie as she gently caressed her muscular mate. "You get fifteen minutes rest, mister. Then it's time for round four!" ... Two months later ... "Something feels weird." An exhausted Millie plopped her butt down in the middle of the trail, just a mile into her usual morning jog. In the back of her mind, she knew exactly what it was. The constant fatigue. The craving for greasy junk food followed by the sudden urge to sprint to the nearest bathroom. There was only one thing it could be. By the time she worked up the courage to go to the pharmacy, she was already starting to show. Millie flashed her positive test to her boyfriend and smiled with a mischievous grin. "Hey stud. Check it out! Looks like you knocked me up!" Her gentle king just laughed in response before planting a comforting kiss on her petite forehead. "Yes, I know. Having unprotected sex every night will do that to a girl!" The cosplay artist known as MadeInMillie shed genuine tears of joy that day. The two laughed and cried non-stop as they thanked the stars for their good fortune.

... Four more months of hard training later ... "200. Not bad." Star's muscular upper body bulged from the massive pump she got while demolishing her PB. Those months of hard training were finally paying off, thanks to Annie's intense bulking program. That and all those special powders and formulas that she kept getting from her. Soon, she'll be able to see her abs again under that rapidly shrinking layer of tummy fat. Where was Annie anyway? Star's daily workouts had become solo acts ever since her gym girlfriend suddenly disappeared last week. She'd have to ask her fitness group when they meet up next month. ... At the very next fitness group meeting ... "I still can't believe Annie was dosing us!" Star laughed heartily as her chubby fingers brought her burger back up to her full lips. "Ssssshhhh! Not so loud!" Star brushed off her nervy friends' concerns and reached for another fry. She was just happy to be clean. When she found out that their group leader Annie had been arrested for steroid possession, she had convinced the whole group to dump all of the "protein powders" that they had all bought from her. The resulting withdrawal symptoms had caused the entire group of friends to pack on a considerable amount of pudge. But despite losing so much of their hard-earned gains, they all seemed relieved to be back on a drug-free diet. "So you have that cosplay contest coming up, right? Do you think you'll make it?" "Don't worry, I'm going to start my big cut tomorrow. I'll be in tip top shape by Kosplay Kon!" Star replied enthusiastically before muttering under her breath: "Anything it takes to show that bitch 'MadeInMillie' who's queen of the mountain". ... "Oh god, this bra is SO tight. *Ugh* I should have gone with the next size up." This costume fit test was not going well. StarSemptress had custom tailored this whole Tech Valkyrie costume for her own body. And it would have fit perfectly if she had gotten down to her target body fat percentage. But after months of dieting, she was still over double that number. The chunky cosplayer cursed as the back strap unhooked itself for the third time. Why is it so hard to stay under 1400 calories per day? It didn't matter now. All that mattered was what Star was seeing in the full-body mirror. "Oh no." It was a disaster. The Tech Valkyrie costume fit even worse than the Buff Schoolgirl outfit. The padded sleeves designed to accentuate Star's muscles made her flabby arms look extra-puffy. Her neckpiece wouldn't close because of the extra inches of fat on her neck and chin. That wasn't even the worst of it. Her pants didn't even make it past the tops of her drumstick-like thunder thighs. Even if they did, it wouldn't have mattered. Nothing would change the fact that her huge gut was spilling out through the gaping gap between her top and her ill-fitting belt. There was no way Star could wear this anywhere, much less at the Midwest's biggest cosplay convention. A chill ran up the spine of the talented dress maker as panic started to set in. "I have to think of something else... Fast!"

Part 2 - Bulking up a Star Another half mile to go! StarSempstress' extreme fat burning routine was finally paying off. Her sharp cheekbones had started to show their angles from under her chubby cheeks. It was all thanks to her new fitness fanatic friends that she had met on Reddit. The vegan nachos tasted extra sweet that night. "So what do I need to get some muscle tone to show?" asked a willowy-thin Star. "Well, you need calories and protein to build muscle. You need to bulk a little." "You mean like eat more? I just finished losing all that flab!" "Well, a little bit. Like more protein and essential fats. Then you pump iron until you get the muscle mass you want." Star looked on with skepticism as she crunched her way through the bowl of baked tortilla chips. "Here, I'll send you my protein shake recipes. I promise, by this time next year, you'll be more stacked than She-Hulk." ... Two months later ... "This feels weird." StarSemptress' bulking strategy was working. According to her friends at least. She wasn't so sure herself. The scale in the locker room said her weight was at an all-time high. And her gym clothes were now two sizes larger than they had been in the summer. She wasn't sure if the other gymgoers were checking out the emerging definition of her biceps or looking at her new love handles. "Are you sure this is right Annie? I feel... big." "Nah, you look great! Trust the process. Here, try this new smoothie recipe I found on the internet." Star took a sip of the rich, gritty shake while staring longingly at her gym girlfriend's toned abs. The energetic girl across the counter had just finished benching 25 more than Star's PB and could still fit into a Size 6 top. If this process is what got her that body, Star knew she just had to follow it to the T. Nothing else would be good enough to beat that awful MadeInMillie at the next Kosplay Kon.

Cosplay Contest Calamity - [WG, Stuffing, Pregnancy, Belly Expansion] Part 1 - Setting the Stage "I told you, the red hair is MY THING!" "And I told YOU that the hair color is part of the costume! You don't deserve that Best in Show!" Kosplay Kon attendees casually strolled by as the redheaded winner of the RPG talent show faced off against the raven-haired honorable mention. The pasty volunteer in the SECURITY t-shirt stood off in the corner. He knew better than to get stick his nose in this spat. "Well, the BODY is part of the costume too! Look at you tubby, with that gross muffin top hanging over your shorts!" "At least I didn't have to stuff my bra to make MY costume work. The REAL Tifa has curves! You're about as curvy as a popsicle stick!" "Why you..." the petite, quick-tempered cosplay artist wound back a toned arm. Time to show this upstart newcomer what two days a week at kickboxing class could do to a snobby girl's face. "OK THAT'S ENOUGH. BREAK IT UP YOU TWO." The two dazzling cosplayers simultaneously shot the "security" guard a fiery look before storming off in opposite directions. "JUST WAIT UNTIL NEXT YEAR, I'LL TAKE THAT AWARD OUT OF YOUR SCRAWNY MITTS!" The voluptuous makeup artist known as TheStarSempstress was so furious that she didn't even know what she was saying any more. The tall, fair-skinned femme huffed as she told herself that it was fine. She made her point. She'll be back with a whole wardrobe full of costumes next year and show that scrawny fraud who's boss. Whoever the hell she was... .... "Oh crap. It's her." StarSempstress's eyes were as round as saucers when she realized who she had that tussle with last weekend. That spindly red-headed "faker" was none other than MadeInMillie, Cosplay Cove's top-ranked costume artist for two years straight. No wonder the judges were so lenient with her egregiously inappropriate choice of wig. She was basically a celebrity! Star's disbelief gradually faded as her confidence returned. Deep down, she knew she could beat that sellout. She just needed to lose a few pounds and gain a little bit of muscle to really complete her look. How hard could it be? She has a whole year to do it...

Part 3 - The Rise of the Breadaholic (Finale) Solangi was in trouble. Her guilty pleasure of filling her belly with raw bread dough had turned from a kinky habit to a full-blown addiction. That "dumb" night shift job at the bakery became her everything. She had withdrawn from two of her classes so she could spend five nights a week at the bakery. She would do whatever it took to spend more time working on her true calling: Making -- and eating -- raw bread dough. Solangi's night owl neighbors started to notice a curious routine taking place down the street. At 10 PM every night, a curvy young Hispanic girl would enter the back door to Chubry's Bake Shoppe with a huge grin on her face. 5 hours later, a massive blimp of a woman would lumber out of the front door carrying an overstuffed backpack that stuck out as far as her boulder-like belly. It was like the corner bakery had turned into a balloon-making factory. And every night, the balloon seemed to come out bigger than the night before. The pneumatic gordita had learned all the wrong lessons from that close call in her apartment. She now knew how far she could push herself, and was now pushing the limits of her capacity every single night. Solangi was consuming just enough dough so that she could still barely move. Then, she would fall asleep in agonizing bliss after fingering herself raw under her increasingly gravid-looking gut. "Sol! What happened to you?" Christie couldn't contain her surprise when she bumped into a half-asleep Solangi who was wandering aimlessly through the campus. Sol was a mess. Her clothes looked unwashed and easily two sizes too small. She probably didn't even realize that her pudgy belly was hanging out in full view of the entire campus! "Sol! Sol! Can you hear me?" It was like she was talking to a zombified version of her old friend after going through two courses of the Fatkins diet. "Uh huh... Don't worry Chris... I'm... I'm good... Just need... sleep?" .... Christie shivered as she kept her eyes trained on the front door of Chubry's. It was chilly in the alleyway. Never mind. She would just have to tough it out. Three more minutes until 3 AM. And she would finally find out what was going on with Solangi once and for all. She knew this was a long shot. A friend of a friend had said her boyfriend spotted someone with Solangi's description working the late night shift at the bakery downtown. It was as good a lead as she was ever going to get. She had to go check it out for herself. The front door to the bakery swung open into the still of the night. There she was! Her old friend Solangi bounded through the open doorway, her pillowy chest bouncing off of a beach ball-sized potbelly. Christie quickly put a hand over her mouth to keep a gasp from escaping her lips. Sol was was humongous! And that belly! Did she get knocked up? Was that why she stopped coming to class? Hundreds of worst-case scenarios swept across her mind as Christie followed Solangi back to her dingy apartment. Whatever was going on, Sol seemed to be happy about it. She was humming to herself the entire time as she swayed and lurched her way through the entrance to her apartment complex. Christie slipped into Sol's apartment behind her and hid herself in the empty coat closet. She knew what she was doing was wrong. This was trespassing. But she HAD to know. Who was this horrible, manipulative boyfriend who had turned her bookish friend into the fat cow that she followed home that night? She cringed in the darkness as she picked up sounds of slurping and moaning through the hollow closet door. Then came some heavy footsteps followed by the sound of fabric landing in the hamper. Then a heavy thud of two bodies landing on a mattress. And the rhythmic wet slopping of a couple having sex. Unbridled rage welled up in Christie as she heard Solangi gasp and moan along with the rhythm of her penetration. This absolute pig of a man hadn't said a single word to her vulnerable friend, and he was already having his way with her? This was abuse! She couldn't take it any more. Damn the repercussions! This ends now! Christie burst from the closet and sprinted towards the bedroom as an ear-splitting slam of the door followed close behind her. "STOP RIGHT THERE YOU PERVERT! I'm calling the cops!" Christie's jaw dropped as she slowly realized what was going on. There was no abusive, force-feeding boyfriend anywhere in the bedroom. It was just her naked friend Solangi, laying in bed, massively swollen by 200 pounds of fat along with the four pounds of bread dough she had stuffed into herself during her shift. The skinny student couldn't help but watch as the rotund chica finished climaxing all over her sweat-soaked sheets. The pair of them sat trapped in their own personal realities as they slowly came to a realization of what they had seen. After an eternity of awkward silence, the sweaty, bloated latina hefted herself up into a sitting position and offered a few questionable words. "Chris... I um... I can explain..." Before Christie could muster a reply, Solangi pointed a puffy finger at her bathroom door. "Can you bring me my coconut oil? I... don't want to get any stretchmarks."

Part 2 - Feeding the Addiction The words on Solangi's American History textbook seemed to dance across the page. She couldn't focus. Her head was in the clouds. All she could think of was luscious taste of that raw bread dough. Her days at college became a maddening exercise of passing the time until she could get back to work. Yes, work. That's when she could get her hands on the exquisite rare treat that she craved so badly. She just needed to make a little extra, pack up it up, and take it home at the end of her shift. She didn't make it. Just an hour into her shift, impatience got the better of Solangi, and she unwittingly took a bite of raw dough while rolling it out on the trays. That one innocent bite turned into another. And another. That night, Solangi waddled back to her apartment while rubbing a painfully full belly that bounded with her every step. When she finally made it home, all she could do was to admire the gorgeous curve of her overstuffed belly through her full-length mirror. That one slip-up was all it took to turn her little faux-pas into a guilty habit. Every time she went to work, Solangi would sneak bites of uncooked dough throughout her shift. What she couldn't finish, she would take home in big Tupperware containers to eat on her days off. After all, she couldn't let all those extra batches go to waste. The curvy young vixen loved the sensation of being filled to the brim with dough. Sometimes, she would purposely roll up her apron and squeal with delight when her drum-tight belly brushed against the bakery's cold stainless steel furniture. There was more to her eating the dough than simply savoring its taste. There was something... sensual about it. She couldn't get enough of it. .... *URRRGGGGHHH* A guttural grunt escaped through Solangi's gritted teeth as she pressed gingerly against her spherical stomach. In her hedonistic pursuit of pleasure, she had been adding bits of extra dough to her nightly diet in an attempt to expand her stomach capacity. She was starting to see good results. But tonight's batch was too much for her to handle. She knew she wasn't ready for two whole Tupperware containers in one sitting. Pangs of sharp pain shot across the chica's grotesquely bloated ball of a gut as her overfilled stomach threatened to split apart. Alarms were blaring in Solangi's head. She knew she had overdone it this time. She had to call for help. Where did she put her phone? Cold sweat dripped down her face as she realized that she had eaten herself into real danger. "Oh god, I can't reach my phone!" Solangi let out a soft sob as she realized that her only means of calling for help was sitting in its charger on the other side of the room. There was no way she could reach it. Not only was the dense, sticky dough pulsing against her innards like an overstuffed sausage, its sheer weight pinned her to her bed. She could only writhe in agony as her body fought to digest the impossible meal she had made it consume. Tears welled up in Solangi's panicked eyes as she wondered whether she was going to burst open right then and there. She could feel the searing heat in her turgid paunch as it bubbled and roiled. It hurt so much. But it also felt so... good? As the pressure in her middle gradually subsided, that stinging heat migrated downwards - past the bottom of her gut, and down towards her crotch... Hours later, Solangi woke up in a puddle of her own sweat and cum. At some point during the past hour, her phone had somehow migrated its way from its charger to her bedside table. She absent-mindedly unlocked it, only to be greeted by a scandalous sight - It was a selfie of her own bloated body lost in ecstasy. She had no idea what had happened. She didn't care. "I... need to do that again." .... "Are you okay Sol?" Christie asked with genuine concern. Sophomore year had hit her friend like a brick wall. That studious Solangi she met at Freshman year orientation was now failing out of half of her classes. She always looked tired and was never around to hang out any more. Not to mention her body. That trim, active girl that managed to stave off the Freshman 15 looked like she had gained the Sophomore 50 instead! It was obvious that Solangi was having problems. Was it relationship troubles? Sophomore year blues? Drugs? All Christie could do was offer her emotional support. "If you want to talk about it... I'm here for you." Solangi stopped staring off into the distance just long enough to answer her friend. "Mmmm... I'm good Chris. Don't worry." "Just promise me you'll tell me if you're in trouble. Okay?"

Say No to Raw Bread Dough (NSFW, Belly Expansion, Extreme Stuffing) Part 1 - Glutenous Pleasure Another night, another shift. Solangi sighed as she pulled another tray of rolls from the freezer. She was way too hot for this stupid part-time job. The hours were long, the ovens were hot, and the ingredients were stupidly heavy. If she didn't need the money, she would be out dancing at the club along with all of her friends. Alas, the life of a college student is an ascetic one. The well-endowed English major knew she needed to put in the hours if she wanted to eat anything other than instant ramen this month. "Shit. I need to finish reading chapter 11 for Composition II." There wasn't enough time to do it in the morning. She would have to study while the mixers were churning out the next batch of dough. "Shit shit! What about dinner?" Solangi was so distracted by her bungled attempt at multi-tasking that she completely forgot about the fact that her fridge was completely empty. She turned to get a good look at the blocky digital clock in the corner. 3:03 AM. Shit. All of the food stores were closed by now. Solangi looked around in desperation to see what she could do. She glanced at the racks of partially baked bread before breaking her hungry gaze. No, she couldn't eat the merchandise. The morning shift would be able to tell, and she'd lose her job. But... what if she took some of the raw dough home? Her shabby apartment had an oven. Maybe if she took a couple pounds of dough? No one would notice... right? Solangi's heart felt like it was pounding its way out of her ample chest as she scooped an armful of fresh dough out of the industrial-sized mixing bowl and plopped it into a Tupperware container from the back room. "Calm down, Solangi," she told herself. "It's just a little dough. You use hundreds of pounds of this stuff every day. No one's going to know if a couple pounds go missing." Her empty stomach rumbled in agreement. She slung her backpack over her shoulder and walked back to her inner city apartment as casually as she could. .... No one saw her. Good. The busty chica wasted no time unpacking her loot and rolling the stolen dough into balls. Solangi's stomach growled angrily. She was starved. No, she couldn't wait any longer. She had to eat SOMETHING. What if... she had a little bite of the dough? By the time her sleep-deprived brain started weighing the risks of eating raw bread dough, Solangi was already chowing down on spoonfuls of delicious unbaked bread. The taste and texture were nothing like she had ever had. It was heavenly. The cool, moist mouthfeel of the sticky dough tempered the unadulterated sweetness and salt from the top-shelf ingredients that they used at the bakery. She had to have more. Solangi let the sticky spoon clatter to the floor as she started shoving ball after ball of raw dough into her salivating mouth. The hunger had turned to hypnosis. Why did this taste so good? The dopamine coursing through her kept her from rationalizing what was happening. All she needed was that she needed to taste more of the dough. God, it was so good. So good. So good that it was making her hot... When Solangi finally regained control of her body, she had consumed two whole plates of raw bread dough. What had she done? She looked down in a drunken stupor to find the bottom half of her Tupperware container rolling around on the tile. It looked spotless - like someone had licked it clean. She also noticed that her bra was hanging off the back of her kitchen chair. She tried to take a step and felt something wet under her foot. It was her panties - soaked through by some sort of thick, slippery liquid. Most noticeably of all though, was the huge bulge in her normally flat stomach. Solangi braced herself against her counter to help balance herself against her new weight. There was no other way to put it. She was FULL. The bronzed skin of the young latina's midriff felt painfully stretched by the three pounds of dough she had just forced into it. The tingling sensation spreading across her overstretched gut was strange and conflicting. It hurt to be so full. But at the same time, it felt... good? Solangi grinds her legs together unconsciously to release a radiant wave of pleasure from her dripping wet crotch. Between moans of pleasure, she makes a mental note - "I have to get more of this dough."

Part 3 - Heavy Uplifting (Finale) Kyoko couldn't take it any more. She had to do it. She had to go to the doctor. When her grotesquely over-inflated abdomen blocked her view of her own feet, she knew it was the last straw. Why didn't she listen to Jason all those months ago? Kyoko blubbered out a sorrow-filled patient history to her new primary care physician as he listened to every word with thoughtful, professional empathy. He gently guided his delicate patient through a long list of tests as he methodically narrowed down her symptoms to the root of her issues. All it took was some simple bloodwork and a dozen or so tests before he came back with the answers she had been looking for. "Kyoko, have you ever heard of exercise-induced allergic reactions?" the doctor probed as gently as he could. "No... What's that?" "It's a condition that causes allergic reactions when you put your body through hard exercise. In particular, cardio. By any chance, have you been eating more dairy recently?" "Yes of course. I put two scoops of yogurt into all of my pre-workout smoothies." The figurative light bulb went off above Dr. Arai's head. "Well, that explains it. According to the rapid allergy panel, you are lactose intolerant. Don't worry, it's very common among Asians like you and me. Your case just happens to be on the severe side. I'm surprised this hasn't been a problem for you before." The sullen mask faded from Kyoko's angular visage as she saw hope for the first time in months. "So... all I have to do is stop eating dairy... and this stupid gut will go away on its own?" "Well, not exactly. The blood tests showed something else." With every word, Kyoko's trademark smile returned to the Hawaiian bodybuilder's face. "Oh my god. I... Thank you... Thank you Dr. Arai!" ....... The door to the cafe creaked as a depressed Jason stepped through its doors. It was a lonely Autumn for the lanky young man. That fling with Susan from apartment 322 ended as quickly as it started. Sure, she was pretty and everything. But he couldn't stand her vacuous personality. He endured two tiresome dates before he calling it off. It was all going sideways. On top of that, his ex had texted him for the first time in months. "Meet me at Nutri-Nation Cafe at 2 PM SHARP." Well, he had nothing else planned for his Saturday, so he may as well. Jason slowly panned his gaze across the room in search of his gym-bunny ex-girlfriend. Where was she anyway? "Over here!" Jason's ponytail slapped against his shoulder as he turned towards the source of that familiar, dominant voice. His jaw dropped when he finally recognized his ex. "Kyo...ko?" The tanned brunette sitting at table 9 looked a lot like her. Those razor-sharp eyebrows, that chiseled jawline, that powerful brunette mane with those cheap blonde highlights. It was definitely her. But what happened to her body? The muscle tone she had worked so hard for had completely disappeared under a thick layer of fat. No, it was more than that. Much more. There was no other way to put it. She was huge. Jason couldn't help but stare at the enormous paunch that had completely engulfed the Hawaiian bodybuilder's six pack abs. Resting on them sat two enormous melons that were triple the size that they used to be. She wasn't just fat. She was borderline obese. Wasn't Kyoko just bragging to him about finally reaching 11% body fat? What happened to her in these few short months? "You look... different." The words fell out of Jason's mouth before he could even think. He winced at his choice of words. His fiery ex was going to tear him to shreds for his insolent assessment of her body. He couldn't hide his surprise when his brazen comment was met with the meekest of replies. "Hey darling. I'm... I'm sorry." ....... "Slow down darling! You know I can't walk that fast." Weeks had passed since Jason had reconciled with his hot-blooded ex. Yet he still had no idea what had happened. From what he could tell, HE was to blame for ruining his fiancé's bodybuilding career. After all, he was the father of the twins that were rapidly expanding Kyoko's already prodigious waistline. He was the reason she was tipping the scales at 200 pounds. And yet, his self-conscious, fitness-obsessed princess was... happy? Kyoko's motherly glow beamed brighter than the stage lights at the LA Valkyrie Powerbuilding contest. She hadn't set foot in the gym in almost a month. Her early morning jogs were now slow walks through the park near her apartment complex. Those miniscule, protein-packed diet meals were long gone, displaced by regular calorie-rich trips to local restaurants. "Hey, stop looking at me like that. You know this is the closest thing I can have to sushi until the I give birth. I'm going to have as much as I can fit in this big ol' belly." It was almost surreal hearing sarcastic drolleries from his health nut fiancé. Sometimes he wondered if the trauma from the summer had somehow permanently changed Kyoko's personality. Not a chance. Any such fantasies were quickly dismissed when Jason remembered that she had not-so-subtly demanded a ring for the second time in two days. This was AFTER he already assured her that it was already on special order from the jeweler that she hand-picked herself. Yep. Same old Kyoko. It's a good thing he loved her. Jason looked back over his shoulder as his gorgeously pregnant wife-to-be worked off another calorie-packed breakfast with a radiant smile on her face. "Oh, and darling. Can I have my sweater back? It's getting drafty under this shirt."