Toby1120

IMPORTANT PRE-STORY DISCLAIMER!! I want to quickly point out that in this prologue, there is no mention of balloons whatsoever. This is something I started writing on CHYOA long ago. If you're here expecting balloon stuff, I'm sorry to disappoint. For more information, read the description below first. --------------------------------------------- I had been hyping myself up for a very long time. But I ultimately decided that today, I would tell her exactly how I feel. I've known her for a few years now, meeting her in a nondescript coffee and pastry shop. Nothing spectacular, but it had its charm. Each time I visited the place, she was behind the counter, always with a smile on her face. As we conversed over the years, I realized we both had much in common. On slower days, we could chat with each other for hours on end, I sometimes joked we should hang out sometimes, but she would always laugh it out and playfully dismiss it, stating one reason or another. But not today. Today, I

[Tags: breast expansion, female transformation, shapeshifting] As the elevator approached the 13th floor, it began to make an alarming groaning sound. It was like the guttural sounds of an elephant’s digestive system one moment and then the next like the sharp teeth of a giant cog slamming continuously against a sheet of metal. When the door opened at last, the noises intensified and became even more difficult to describe. Most of the passengers took this as a sign that it might be better to switch to the stairs. All but two. A man and a woman, by the name of Stan and Miri, remained in the elevator, apparently unfazed by the rather obvious signals that the infernal machine was about to expire, though perhaps they were simply too stubborn to walk. They did not know each other—Stan was an employee of the company working on the 15th floor, and Miri, a humble courier making a delivery that day to the 18th. The doors closed, and the elevator made a valiant attempt to trundle up to the