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Jeanne looked around the ominous white walls that surrounded her. The walls, ceiling and floor were lined perfectly with large white tiles. Only a tiny sliver of a seam separated each tile from the next. Jeanne stood uncomfortably. There were no chairs or tables; just blank walls and white tiles.

She looked down at her clothes. She was wearing a grey T-shirt and a pair of black stretch shorts. She adjusted her waist band as she pondered whether or not she was dressed appropriately.

“Hello?” a voice boomed from loudspeaker from behind the tiles. Jeanne jumped at the sudden sound. “Test. Test. One, two. Can you hear me?”

“Yes, yes,” Jeanne replied as she brushed back her long black hair. “I can hear you.”

“Ah good,” the voice replied. “Good. You’re already here. Now let’s see, you’re” the sound of rustling papers came over the loudspeaker, “Jeanne?”

“Yes. Uh, yes I am.”

“Ah good. I suppose we can get started right away then.”

“Um excuse me?” Jeanne interrupted.

“Oh, um yes.”

“What am I doing here?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Well, I mean, what’s going on? I mean all of a sudden I’m in this empty room. No context is given. No back story, no exposition, no nothing. It’s just, boom, some random chick named Jeanne in an empty room. What’s up with that?”

“Well, um, Jeanne we did go through a description of what you look like.”

“Hardly. All anyone knows is I have black hair and I’m wearing a T-shirt and stretch pants. That’s all. I mean you don’t even know what color my eyes are or how old I am.” She said as her twenty one year old green eyes twinkled.

“Oh wow, that was smooth. Way to go.” Jeanne chided.

“Come on! This is a narrative. A story. Why don’t I have a back story. A motive. A purpose in life. I mean give me an idea on what’s going on!”

The voice was silent for a minute. Jeanne tapped her foot impatiently until the voice returned. “Um, well, you see…”

“Yes, I’m listening.”

“Well,” the voice continued hesitantly, “you don’t have a back story. You really are just some random attractive young woman pulled out of the author’s brain for, well…tests.”

“Jeanne raised an eyebrow. “Tests?”

“Um, yes, well the author want to try out his description skills in certain… scenarios. And he wants to do such tests in a controlled environment.”

Jeanne looked skeptically at the wall. “What kind of tests?”

“Um, well. Let me show you.”

The sound of mechanical whirring filled the room. Jeanne turned her head to see a single floor tile lifting upwards as a long pipe with a hose attached slowly rose up from the darkness below.

Jeanne inspected the pipe in curiosity. “What’s this?”

“Oh that’s the test. Can you put the end of that hose in your mouth please?”

Jeanne looked suspiciously at the hose. “Why? What’s going to happen?”

“It’s all part of the test, don’t worry.”

Jeanne reached out and grasped the clear hose. Slowly, she opened her mouth and popped the end in.

“Ah good. Can you please hold it there for a minute.” The voice said before the microphone popped off.

What the hell am I doing? Jeanne thought as she held the hose in place. I could be in a real story filled with thought provoking plot and meaningful character development, but nooo. I’m standing in the middle of a blank room in a T-shirt and shorts holding a small plastic hose in my mouth. I just don’t know what I did to deserve…eh?

Jeanne’s thought was interrupted by a sudden hissing noise emitting from the darkness below. Curiosity got the better of her as she crept closer to the hole. She bent down to get a closer look when suddenly, “Hwumph!” Jeanne muffled as a massive jet of air surged through the hose into her mouth. Instantly, Jeanne’s eyes popped wide open and her cheeks swelled out.

“Murrrphl. Mmmmmph.” Jeanne muffled as she reached up to yank the hose out; but to no avail. It was stuck.

Suddenly, Jeanne noticed an odd tingle in her chest. She looked down and was overcome with shock with what she saw. Her breasts, which had recently been petite B cups, had suddenly grown to twice their size.

The microphone popped back on “Oh I see. Oxygen goes directly into the chest,” the voice said. “I’ll have to note that.”

Jeanne watched in horror as her breasts continued to grow. They were now the size of overripe melons and they showed no sign of slowing down.

This can’t be happening, Jeanne thought as her T-shirt began to stretch out. There is no way that this can be happening right now.

Her breasts had grown to the size of basketballs by this point. Jeanne watched as a small tear began to form at her shirt’s collar. Slowly the fabric began to stretch and tear along the fabric’s grain. As her breasts grew bigger, the tear grew longer until finally the poor shirt could hold no more. “Krrrip!” Jeanne’s massive breast spilled out as the shirt limply fell to the floor.

Oh…My…God! Jeanne looked down at her mammoth beach ball sized breasts. Her skin had a shiny, transparent gloss to them, similar to that of inflated balloons. Her breast jutted out very firm and perky.

Suddenly the hissing came to an end and the pressure from the hose dropped. As soon as she felt the hose’s grip slacken, Jeanne immediately spat the host out of her mouth. “What the hell did you do to me you sick pervert!” She screamed at the top of her lungs.

“Interesting,” the voice said, ignoring Jeanne’s outburst. “The chest does a remarkable job of retaining the gas. It cannot escape the same way it came in. Very interesting.”

“Interesting?!” Jeanne continued to yell. “Look at me! I’m a freak of nature! What the hell is so interesting about that!”

“Wonderful results,” the voice said, continuing to ignore Jeanne. “Okay let’s deflate you and start the next test.”

“Whoa. Wait a minute. Deflate? Next test? What next test? I demand you…” Jeanne fell silent. Two giant metal claws had emerged from the floor and positioned themselves to either side of her hips. She watched in silence as they lined up with each other. “Clink!” the two claws locked together, pinning Jeanne’s arms to her side.

“What the hell!?” Jeanne yelled. “What’s going on here I…” Jeanne froze as she noticed two smaller claws had emerged in front of her. They stopped at chest level.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa hold on there! You don’t wanna do anything rash. I mean you could cause permanent damage, and I’m sure you don’t want to…”

“Don’t worry,” the voice boomed in as the claws positioned themselves by Jeanne’s nipples. “We have everything…” the claws opened slightly as they neared the nipples “under…” Jeanne felt the icy cold phalanges gently clamp down, “control.”

With precision, the claws began to tweak Jeanne’s nipples as if they were valves. A funny tingle swept her chest as a low hiss became audible. Slowly, Jeanne’s breasts began to shrink.

“Ah, there we go,” the voice said. “Now was that so bad?”

Silence.

“Jeanne?” the voice questioned. “Hello?”

A look of complete frightened bewilderment had taken over Jeanne. Air that was pumped in me through my mouth, is escaping…through my nipples. Jeanne couldn’t help but feel shocked, horrified, disgusted and completely awestricken by this bizarre turn of events.

After a few minutes, Jeanne’s breasts returned to their normal size. With a loud “clink”, the clamps that had restricted Jeanne’s arms slackened. Once the arms had lowered, Jeanne immediately reached for her breasts, checking them for any deformalities or damage that might have come to them from the sudden inflation and deflation. Surprisingly, her breasts felt as fine as ever.

“Okay,” the voice returned. “Let’s start the second test, shall we.”

“Oh hell no!” Jeanne yelled. “There is no way in hell I am going to go through that again. It’ll be a cold day in hell when you get that hose back in my…mrrrph!” Jeanne muffled as a claw stuffed the end of the hose into her open mouth. Jeanne reached up and tried to yank the hose out, but it had once again clamped shut.

“Hisss.” The sound of air rushing through the hose became audible once again. Jeanne quickly grasped at her breasts in hopes she could manually keep them from inflating. But something unexpected happened. She felt the same tingle from before. But it wasn’t in her breasts. It was in her butt.

Jeanne swiveled around to get a better look. Her hips and thighs had already began to bulge out from under the tight stretch pants. Her buttock began to expand outward, pulling apart the seam that ran down the seat of her pants.

The discomfort was mounting. Jeanne reached down in hopes of finding someway to get the shorts off before the pressure became too great. But to no avail. The pressure simply kept mounting on the shorts when suddenly “Crrrip!” the seam gave way completely and the tattered shorts fell to the ground.

Jeanne felt a momentary relief once the discomfort of the tight shorts ended. She looked down and realized that, with her shirt and shorts destroyed, she was standing in the middle of an empty room in nothing but her panties. With a hose in her mouth. With an a** the size of a Mack truck. Yep, Jeanne thought, God hates me.

“Oh I see,” the voice finally spoke up. “Carbon Dioxide goes right for the hips. Duly noted.” And with that, the hissing came to an end and the hose slackened again.

Jeanne spat. “Duly noted!” she screamed. “Look at what you did! My a** is the size of a house! What the hell kind of experiments are these?”

“Okay,” the voice said perkily. “Let’s deflate and prep for one more test.”

“One more! You gotta be freakin’ kidding me!” Jeanne yelled. “You guys better have a good lawyer! I’m so gonna sue your…” Jeanne trailed off when she noticed two mechanical hands had taken position on either side of Jeanne’s massive hindquarters. The hands closed in and Jeanne made a slight “eep!” as the cold metal hands took firm hold of each butt cheek. Gently, the hands began to vibrate slightly in an almost massaging way.

What the hell is he doing? Jeanne thought. How the hell is this going to help my a** defla…”

“Frrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt.”

Jeanne’s face turned completely red. She squirmed about uncomfortably as the hands slowly massaged the gas out.

After three completely mortifying minutes, Jeanne’s posterior returned back to its normal shape.

“Okay, it’s time for the final test.” The voice said cheerfully.

“Goody,” Jeanne muttered as she inspected her butt for deformailities.

“Okay,” the voice started as the hose reemerged from the floor. “Can you please put the hose back into your mouth?”

Jeanne looked up. “Oh you’re asking me now?” she replied, making sure keep her mouth closed as much as possible while still talking. “Well tough luck buddy. I ain’t doing jack.”

“Oh come on now,” the voice pleaded. “This is the final test.”

“Tough noogies pal. My lips are sealed.” Jeanne folded her arms and turned up her head in defiance. She stood there in silence for a half a minute.

“You know,” the voice spoke up. “You do have more than hole on your body in which we can insert this.”

A look of pure hatred crawled across Jeanne’s face. “Gimmee that,” she growled as she snatched the hose. She leered at the hose for a couple of seconds before stuffing it into her mouth.

Within a few minutes the familiar hiss began to emanate from the open floor. Jeanne mind filled with dread as her cheeks once again puffed out. Now where? She thought. They already did my boobs and my butt. What more can they do?

Soon, Jeanne felt the familiar tingle once again. But this time it was different. It didn’t seem to be coming from one specific part of her body, but rather her entire body.

Jeanne looked down and, sure enough, her belly, breasts, thighs, and arms were all expanding at the same rate. Her belly and breast soon began to level out together as the gas pushed outwards on her skin. Jeanne looked up at her arms to see that they were slowly disappearing under her growing torso. She was becoming completely spherical.

“Well would you look at that,” the voice spoke up. “I guess helium expands all parts of the body at the same time.”

Helium? Jeanne thought. It was at this point that Jeanne began to notice something. Her feet seemed to be struggling to touch the ground. Slowly, she felt less and less of the ground until suddenly she fell backwards as her stomach quickly forced it’s way upward. But something was odd. Jeanne could feel the floor under her back. She was certainly lying on her back, yet she could not feel the cold tile below her.

I’m floating in the air, Jeanne suddenly realized. Great. Just great. I’m a giant ball of inflated woman flesh, suspended in midair in a room god knows where, in a pair of overly stretched panties. Can this get any worse?

“Well, this has been an excellent final test,” the voice said. “Let’s get you deflated and out of here. Okay.”

Once again, hissing sound came to an end and the hose’s grip slackened. Immediately, the hose shot out of Jeanne’s mouth as a rush of air blasted out of the girl’s mouth. The force of the air escaping sent the inflated woman backwards at full force, careening about the room with reckless abandon. Jeanne became a human pinball as she cascaded off of every wall in the tiny room.

“Oh my,” the voice said as Jeanne slammed against the walls. “I guess helium has no problem exiting from the way it came in.”

Wham! The final blast of helium slammed Jeanne back first against the far wall. A dazed and dizzy look over took her face as she slowly slid down the wall.

“Well,” the voice spoke up once again. “Those tests were complete successes. Congratulations!”

“Owie,” Jeanne groaned.

“Um yes, well, I’m sure you will be happy to know that these experiments have also given us quite a deal of information.”

“Owwww.”

“Um yes, they have given us enough information on the results of types of gas and enough information on you to ensure you a permanent position.”

Jeanne went silent for a second. “Say what?”

“Um yes, you see these experiments were tests for you, an evaluation if you wish.”

“An evaluation for what?”

“Why for the position of test girl. We needed someone with amazing resiliency to abnormal situations, and I must say, you performed quite well.”

“So wait. Hold up,” Jeanne picked herself off of the ground. “So now my job, my entire purpose in life, is to be the guinea pig for these absolutely moronic and humiliating tests?”

“Yes indeed. Congratulations. From now on you will be known as Jeanne the test girl.”

Jeanne fell quiet as she pondered this new development. All sorts of emotions from fear to anger welled about and circled within her. Her body still quivered from the discomfort and feelings of stretching well beyond what she had expected. Words swirled out in her head. She closed her eyes, trying to gather her emotions her feeling, her trepidations, her anguish, her pain, her suffering, her humiliation into words. Into some form of verbal communication that she could express to this man, nay the world that could convey the full gamut of emotions that she was feeling. Slowly, she parted her lips and expressed herself.

“Crud.”

Fin