Carmen | Your bodybuilder balloon

Your bodybuilder girlfriend couldn't help but be jealous over Hana blowing up so she decided to take matters in her own hands as she forced you to help her get bigger than Hana by inflating her like a balloon.

(Art is owned by TrashBotArt, story and audio story owned by Zumberge and Nametaken0)

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[Story plot]

To say that Carmen was built like a brick shithouse would be great praise to brick shithouses, or a great insult to Carmen. Her height and musculature outstripped every man she met, with a sculpted, powerfully built figure. At the same time there was no small degree of femininity to her, with thick thighs, firm breasts larger than her head, let alone anyone else's, and an enormous mane of flowing auburn hair held up in a high ponytail. She attracted attention in the open-air gym, especially in a form-fitting sports top and shorts, though doing curls with barbells bearing oversized weights taken from an unused set of dumbbells was a sight that usually dissuaded people from trying their luck. For the rest, there was the anecdote about a show-off who made a big deal about crushing a watermelon between her thighs. Undaunted, Carmen did the same the next day with a seven-pound frozen turkey.

"...99, 100." Carmen set the barbell back on the rack, the metal structure making a pained noise from the weight. "I haven't seen that little twerp Hana around." She said. "What gives?"

For all her physical boons, Carmen's personality left something to be desired.

You then told her that she blew up when the last time you saw her. This causes Carmen to be confused at what you said as she spoke to you.

"What, on social media?"

You told Carmen no as you demonstrated by using the palm of your hands and held it at your sides then spread them outward in pantomime.

"Like a...balloon?"

One of the gym patron then spoke up to Carmine, agreeing with your statement since he and the others was there too.

"You should have been able to see her."

She gave a dismissive snort as she picked up her towel. "I was out of town."

"How far?"

"Thirty-minute drive."

You pondered this for a second until you said, "No, you still should've been able to see her."

"Ple