Zoe had always been a bit of a perfectionist, never settling for "just enough." Whether it was work, fashion, or fun, she believed in pushing the limits. So, when she stumbled upon an old air pump in her attic, an idea sparked in her mind—equal parts curiosity and mischief.

Dressed in a strict blue blazer and skirt, she stood in front of the mirror and admired herself before slipping the pump's nozzle into her rear.
"This is going to be perfect," she pondered as she pressed the handle.
A low hissing sound followed as her belly began to round out little by little.

At first it was amusing - the playful inflating of her belly. But then something about that expansion began to seem... arousing.
She squeezed the pump once more. And another. Soon her belly was bulging outward, pressing against her clothes and stretching the seams.

“Maybe that’s enough?” a small voice in her head suggested.

“Nah-ah,” she chuckled, watching her growing belly stretching her shirt. “Needs a few more pumps!”

The pressure built, her rounded form wobbling as she took another deep breath. She felt lighter, almost weightless, but the giddy thrill of going beyond limits kept her going.

But how much was too much? Well… she was about to find out


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