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Andrea Rosu is sitting on the couch and watching TV. She’s wearing a T-shirt and leggings, keeping a throw blanket over her crotch, as she doesn’t know when her roommate Mia Annabella is going to come out of the shower. She reaches for her crotch and begins playing with her p*ssy. It’s extremely sensitive. She releases a moan before she realizes what she’s doing, and that she can’t do that when her roommate is home, and pulls her hand back out of the blanket. This doesn’t last long, though, and she soon pulls back the blanket to reveal her huge puss, barely concealed in a pair of leggings. She reaches for the big beauty, but stops midway. She says she really shouldn’t do this, that she doesn’t want to get caught massaging her massive mound on the couch by her roommate. That’s when she hears a voice whispering to her from inside her pants. It’s her p*ssy!

“Psst,” says the p*ssy. “You know you want to do it.” Andrea is at least a bit surprised, as this is the first time her cooter -big or small- has ever spoken to her. She mentions this, but her p*ssy responds that it’s been getting bigger, and that it’s finally got a mind of its own. “Now rub me till your arms are sore! And if your friend has a problem with it, you can just start feeding her into me headfirst."

This sets Andrea off. She rubs herself aggressively, first using a few fingers, but eventually just running her whole wrist up and down her crotch, trying to muffle her moans with a throw pillow. She plays with herself for a few minutes, but doesn’t reach *rgasm before she hears the bathroom door open. She hasn’t been able to, actually, in the weeks since her p*ssy had its big growth spurt. She just gets closer and closer, but her p*ssy clearly needs more alone time than she can get with her new roommate. She’s able to replace the blanket on her lap before Mia steps into the picture, wearing only a towel.

Mia asks what Andrea is doing tonight. She responds saying that she’ll probably just stay home, order some delivery, and watch TV. Mia encourages her to go out, and mentions that all of the friends she hasn’t seen in weeks are going clubbing. Andrea claims to simply not be in the mood for it, which irritates her friend. Mia lectures Andrea about how she used to be the biggest party girl she knew, until the night she canceled her plans with her friends at the last minute. Since then, it seems like she hasn’t left the house at all! Andrea claims that she's simply gotten over being a party girl, and that she just prefers staying in nowadays. In one last attempt to get her friend off of the couch, Mia grabs Andrea’s arm, and jokingly starts to pull her onto her feet. Andrea desperately uses her free hand to keep her massive mound hidden with the blanket, nervously laughing as she leans away from her friend.

Mia gives up, but asks Andrea if she can borrow a pair of leggings for tonight. Andrea considers it for a second, then says she agrees to her borrowing a pair, as long as she wears panties, knowing that her friend is one to skip that article of clothing. Mia promises, and even pinky-promises when Andrea is still skeptical. Mia asks her friend to go get her the pants from her room, but Andrea says her friend can go into her room and grab the pants. When Mia asks why she’s being so weird, her friend laughs it off, wraps the blanket around her waist and tries her best to walk off-screen normally, but her odd shuffle gives Mia a concerned look. She shrugs it off disappearing into the bedroom to get dressed for her night out.

Andrea sits on the couch and Mia calls out from another room to say goodbye, and that she doesn’t plan on being back tonight. Andrea smiles, biting her lower lip. She returns the goodbye, and as soon as the front door closes, her hand starts to reach for her pleasure center, but she relents. She says out loud that she’s worried that her p*ssy is only getting bigger as she plays with herself, and that soon, she won’t even be able to get up off of the couch. She’s worried that she’ll just become a big p*ssy with a woman attached, both hands being shoved into her massive canyon like two pistons.

The p*ssy chimes in. “Now that doesn’t sound so bad. Maybe if you rub me for long enough, you can start offering me up as a living space. Get a wealthy to pay rent, and she can survive off the drippings they l*ck off of my walls!” Andrea protests, even though that is exactly what she’s fantasized ever since her p*ssy started to grow. But that’s crazy! No one will want to live in her cooter! But the p*ssy points out that it’d be like a warm, cozy napping bag, and that then she would be able to lounge around all day, and that she could easily charge enough for this p*ssy apartment to have a home to herself, that she could lounge around all day. Andrea does admit that that sounds nice. But no! She can’t just be someone’s home! And she didn’t want people living in her v*gina! She didn’t think so, at least...

As she’s saying this, she starts rubbing her p*ssy vigorously. She starts to wonder aloud -between heavy breaths- that maybe m*sturbating is the answer. Maybe her p*ssy is just “full,” and she needs to massage it to release whatever is in there. Andrea takes her shirt off. She rubs it with all her fingers on one hand, both hands, her wrist, she starts humping a throw pillow, and feels like she’s getting closer to *rgasm than she’s been since her v*gina grew twelve sizes. She’s still humping that pillow, both hands rubbing it against her mound as hard as they can. She's getting closer, closer, closer, until she hears the front door open again. Annoyed as all hell, she lets out a groan, and quickly covers her crotch on the couch, tits still out.

Mia enters, visibly upset. Andrea asks why she’s not out clubbing, and Mia says she got kicked out of the club. Security told her they’d received some complaints about her dancing on some unenthusiastic girls, and even some of her friends, and even though she apologized, she’d been made to leave. Andrea is surprised: this is unlike Mia. She’s usually not like that, much more respectful to the girls she dances with, even when she’s had a few. Mia mentions that she hadn’t even had anything to drink. She hadn’t even thought to have one yet, her mind was just on grinding her p*ssy.

This rings a bell for Andrea, and she immediately becomes nervous. She looks at Mia’s crotch, and judging by the depth of her (natural) camel toe, can tell that her friend did not follow her advice, and was going commando under those leggings. She asks Mia why she didn’t listen and keep her promise, but this only freaks Mia out. She’s worried now that she’s caught some infection or disease by wearing those leggings. Andrea tells her to calm down and sit down on the couch with her. As Mia sits down next to her friend, she, without thinking, starts touching her newly-sensitive v*gina.

Andrea spills the beans. Tells her friend that her p*ssy just sort of bl*w up that one night, and that she has no clue why, that she can’t stop m*sturbating, and that that’s why she’s stayed in for the last few weeks and gotten a new job that she can telecommute to. Mia laughs, thinking her friend is just messing with her. She says she’s glad her friend is in a joking mood, as she was worried about her these last few weeks. In response to this, Andrea slowly, nervously, removes the blanket to reveal her ginormous v*gina to Mia. Mia laughs it off, thinking her friend just stuck a throw pillow in her leggings. That is, until she reaches over, touches it, and marvels aloud at how warm and soft it is. As she does this, Andrea howls with ecstasy. Mia then, horrified, reaches into the waistband of Andrea’s pants, and is speechless as her hand becomes visible under the pants’ crotch, atop the fluffiest FUPA such a fit girl has ever had, as Andrea moans uncontrollably, resorting to covering her mouth with her hands. Mia pulls her hand back out and looks down to note that her p*ssy has indeed fattened up a bit.

Mia starts to grab her p*ssy out of disbelief and horror, bemoaning that she’ll never find a girlfriend with a cooch as big as Andrea’s. She warns her against touching it, explaining that she thinks that’s what’s made hers grow so big. Mia starts to wonder aloud how she caught this big box disease from her friends’ pants. Andrea confesses that maybe those pants hadn’t been washed in a bit, so there may have been some fluid left in the fabric, and that maybe that’s how she transferred this “curse.” Mia is irate that her friend did this, and even though Andrea apologizes, she’s also mad that Mia lied about wearing underwear. Mia replies that she didn’t want any panty lines, but she also doesn’t want a v*gina fatter than her *ss.

“Hey,” It’s Andrea’s genitalia again. “It’s not so bad! Imagine how great it’d be to lie around on your front and rub yourself on the furniture all day! That’s what Andrea does! I’m surprised you didn’t catch me sooner considering everything she’s rubbed me on! This couch! These pillows! Your pillow!” Mia silently stares at her friend whose p*ssy just started talking out of nowhere.

“Oh, I forgot to mention...” says Andrea. “She just started talking to me today! She keeps trying to get me to m*sturbate!”

“She?!” cries Mia.

“Trying?!” cries the p*ssy. “You’ve been playing with me for eight hours a day for more than a month!” Andrea tells her lower lips to zip it, but this request is not heeded.

The v*gina tells Mia that it’s hopeless, that she might as well start playing with herself now, and that she shouldn’t stop until she c*ms. “That’ll fix all of this,” says the p*ssy. “You just need to... flush it out of your system!" Andrea tries to talk her friend out of it, even tries to hold her wrists back, but her own v*gina paralyzes her with pleasure so that Mia can start going at it, which she does. Her p*ssy starts to grow further as she plays with it. Seeing her friend scratch that itch and hearing her moans, Andrea is helpless against her most base urge, and she starts rubbing her big, fluffy FUPA against a throw pillow, then humps the armrest of the couch, while her friend first rubs with her hands, then uses Andrea’s discarded throw pillow.

After a while, with none of these methods working, the girls make eye contact, and Andrea tackles Mia, putting her on her back -on the couch- and starts rubbing her fat front on Mia’s plump new p*ssy. They hump on the couch for a while, and eventually, Andrea finds herself right on the precipice. Her p*ssy coaches her on, screaming in ecstasy, “You’re so close! Keep going! I’m almost there!” Andrea keeps giving it to Mia harder and harder. But it’s not enough. She starts to fade. She apologizes to Mia for transferring the disease to her, for not being able to get her off, for everything.

But Mia’s not giving up that easy. She grabs her friend, spins her around, and starts giving it to her doggy-style. Andrea’s howls of pleasure are newly reinvigorated, and soon, we hear her and her talking p*ssy let out one last wonderful moan together.

REAL TIME INFLATION, BODY INFLATION, GROWTH FETISH, EXPANSION, INFLATABLES, P*SSY INFLATION, FUPA, ANDREA ROSU, MIA ANNABELLA, BLOWUP GIRLS

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