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Although the lines between body parts were considerably blurred at this point, Angela was certain that all the air inside her had gone to her head. Her rubbery skin was getting thicker and more opaque, though no closer to her original form. Her entire body was turning a dull green, a matte version of her witchy complexion. Most of her remaining features were solid black lines that appeared to be cheaply printed on. Her body grew rounder, but not spherical. Like a cushion. A seam ran around her perimeter, crimping unevenly at her inflated edges. The only thing not filling with air were her lips, which were becoming long, flat, and increasingly visible from her perspective.

She tried moving her lips to ask herself what she had done, but instead of words, all she produced was a loud "PPBLLRRRT!" At least it relieved the air pressure for a bit. But she could feel,herself filling up again. "I just need to sit and think about this," Angela thought to herself. "If only somebody could sneak me onto a chair..."

THE END ...or is it?

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Although the lines between body parts were considerably blurred at this point, Angela was certain that all the air inside her had gone to her head. Her rubbery skin was getting thicker and more opaque, though no closer to her original form. Her entire body was turning a dull green, a matte version of her witchy complexion. Most of her remaining features were solid black lines that appeared to be cheaply printed on. Her body grew rounder, but not spherical. Like a cushion. A seam ran around her perimeter, crimping unevenly at her inflated edges. The only thing not filling with air were her lips, which were becoming long, flat, and increasingly visible from her perspective.

She tried moving her lips to ask herself what she had done, but instead of words, all she produced was a loud "PPBLLRRRT!" At least it relieved the air pressure for a bit. But she could feel,herself filling up again. "I just need to sit and think about this," Angela thought to herself. "If only somebody could sneak me onto a chair..."

THE END ...or is it?

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Back to START: www.deviantart.com/mr-dna/art/…

*Your votes in the comments are nice and all, but this is a commission-based chain. See START or the Journal for details.