*If this emotionally scars you for life, don't say you weren't
warned.*

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	FULLA HOT AIR
	Perpetrated by Sievert! who's lurking at sievert@io.com


	It had all come down to the final round.  After the swimsuit 
competition, a new Ms. Halestead High would be chosen.  Unlike the normal 
run of the mill fame, fortune and the choice of any guy that the winner 
cared to go out with, there was something a bit more personal this time.  
The two leading contenders had a grudge match going.
	"Well, Veronica.  How do you feel?"  Chad asked, looking 
nervously at the time.  "It's still quite a while before the finals and 
the swimsuit competition.  Think you can make it?"
	"Of course, I'm fine!"  Veronica flashed him _the_ smile as she 
turned and winked.  Once again he felt his knees shiver.  Amazingly 
enough, even though she could cause such devestation with a mere look, 
she seemed unaware of it.  A tall girl with black hair that descended in 
soft curls to her shoulders, she showed a great deal of toned, fit and 
desireable skin underneath her low cut one piece bathing suit.  A 
lifestyle of exercise and health showed in every movement.
	"I just wish I knew how Sherri caught up so easily," a frown 
puckered her near perfect face.  "I had a ten point lead until the 
cooking competition, then suddenly she came up with the perfect pizza and 
my pie chashed in the making.  Oh well, everyone knows I have the last 
event in the bag.  After all, Sherri's pretty cute, but I don't think she 
can compete with this."
	Chad had to agree.  Sherri was petite with amazingly piled up 
blonde hair as well as an interesting figure, but she just couldn't 
compete with Veronica's aerobicised appearance.  It would be close, but 
in the end Veronica was almost sure to win.  If nothing strange 
happened.  "Howsabout I go and scope out the situation?  Y'know, see if 
they're planning anything?"
	"That would be unethical, Chad."  Veronica frowned again.  "Then 
again, you never know with Sherri.  You better go check.  I think she's 
with her friend Newmann."
	"I can't believe I'm losing to that bimbo!"  Sherri ranted as she 
stomped about in the confined spaces of a cluttered lab.  "Here I spend 
all that money and effort to buy the judges off for the talent show and 
not only do I lose to Erica, Veronica comes out of no where and passes me 
up with that juggling act too.  Good thing I was able to get Erica's crab 
cakes before she got my pizza and I can outcook Veronica any day of the 
week."
	"Stop moving around,"  Newmann muttered, scribbling away 
furiously in a notebook.  "I have to get the skin composition exactly 
right for this to work."
	"Are you sure this'll do the trick?"
	"Sure I'm sure," he replied indignantly.  "I... well, my dad's 
been working on this for years.  Basically all I'm doing is giving you a 
second layer of false skin from your neck to your ankles and wrists.  
It'll conform to your body shape exactly, but since it stretches..."
	"I'll be able to strategically augment it in order to beat out 
that beach bunny Veronica!  I still wonder where she gets all the time to 
exercise and still get those grades...  I mean it's not like she can 
afford to pay off the teachers for better grades like I can.  Is the suit 
ready?"
	"Yup."  Newmann held up what looked like a unitard with a short 
zipper along the back.  "Good thing you decided to wear that swimsuit 
with the high collar and the belt.  That'll cover the collar of the 
skinsuit.  Everything else I can blend in well enough to be almost 
invisible."
	"What about this?"  Sherri asked, pointing at a small nozzle, 
much like that of a bike tire where the pump is attached.  It stuck out 
the back of the suit, just below where the zipper started.
	"That?  Don't worry, it'll match right in with your belt.  Ok, 
strip down and climb in."
	Sherri was quickly out of her clothing and carefully pulling the 
suit on almost before he finished the sentance.  "Oh, don't be so careful 
with it.  It's incredibly resilient stuff.  I think it would take a 
pretty sharp knife to cut it."
	After sliding into the outfit and having Newmann zip it up, 
Sherri resembled a barbi doll.  No private parts showed whatsoever, but 
only close examination would reveal that she was wearing anything.  The 
suit blended nearly perfectly with her skin.
	"How does it feel?"
	"Not bad.  Really comfortable, almost like smooth satin.  Or 
maybe rubber.  Yeah, that's it, like smooth and warm rubber.  Now what?"
	"Here's your swimsuit."  It wasn't really what could be termed a 
swimsuit.  Something this expensive would never be worn where water could 
mar it.  The neckpiece started just below the chin, dropping to evenly 
hemmed legs.  The wide black sash was the only thing to mar the spandex 
white of the outfit, adding a mark of distinction.
	"Alright, the valve blends in right with the sash.  No one'll 
notice it,"  Newmann grinned.  "Now let's try this out."
	"This is so cool!"  Sherri squealed.  "I'm so glad my dad hired 
yours to be head of research.  You get to play with all his new stuff!"
	Newmann connected a small hand pump to the valve, then started 
squeezing away.  Holding her breath, Sherri watched in the mirror.  
Slowly, muscle tone seemed to improve before her eyes, arms thickening 
slightly.  Her bustline lifted outward slwoly while her waist remained 
perfectly the same.  Hips flared ever so slightly and her legs assumed 
curves that she'd thought she'd never see exept through expensive pants.  
"Oh, that's just perfect."
	Running her hands down her front, Sherri sighed.  Reaching for 
the hand pump, she tried to disconnect it, but couldn't until Newmann 
twisted it off the valve.
	"Sorry 'bout that.  It's a cheap valve and if you don't twist it 
off right, it'll jam."
	"Never mind."  Sherri grinned happily.  "This paegant is in the 
can.  There's no way anyone could find Veronica better'n me!"  She could 
very well be right.  Originally having an intrinsic cuteness, now Sherri's 
appearance could only be described as outstanding.  With a pair of high 
heels with wrap around laces to hide the leg cuffs, she was ready and 
prepared to face all comers.

	"She did what?!?"  Aghast, Veronica sat down in stunned 
amazement.  "That, that's cheating!"  Chad nodded solemnly.
	"I saw the whole thing through the vent."
	Veronica eyed him suspiciously.  "What is this, information you 
picked up back when you were still spying into the women's showeres?  
Nevermind!  I can't believe Sherri would sink so low... I don't wanna 
lose to someone who's cheating."
	Chad smiled as he lightly punched Veronica in the shoulder.  
"C'mon, that's not the Veronica I know.  You'll think of something.  See, 
you already have that look in your eye!"
	"Chad, you said the valve was kinda sticky?"
	"Yeah..."
	"C'mon, I've got an idea.  I need you to go down to the supply 
office and pick up some equipment.  Lets see if we can turn Sherri's new 
assets against her."
	Sherri was already in the stage antiroom, admiring herself in a 
wall mirror, when Veronica shuffled in.  Turning with a happy smile, she 
greeted her opponent, pretending to be friends when all the while she was 
flaunting her new outline to the dismayed Veronica.  Chad was right, she 
realized.  Sherri now had an incredible body.  But if a few curves were 
enough to win, Veronica was determined to give Sherri more than she could 
handle.
	"Why don't we sit down and wait?  It's still twenty minutes or 
so before we go on," Veronica suggested, sitting down on the only chair 
available.  The only other furniture was a few tables and an open backed 
stool nearby.  Aquiesing, Sherri sat down with ill grace, but was soon 
absorbed in reading a magazine.
	"What's that on your sash there?"  Veronica pointed to Sherri's 
back.  "It looks as though you have some lint on there."
	"Really?"  Sherri tried to glance over her shoulder, but couldn't 
get the area in question into view.  "Could you pick it off for me?"
	"Certainly!"  Veronica smirked.  "Hold still."  Reaching forward, 
she brought forth what she had been hiding carefully behind herself the 
entire time.  An air hose, clamp formost with the end of the hose going 
out the door.  Brushing and tugging on the sash, she carefully clipped on 
the fitting sticking a bit out of the back of Sherri's suit.
	"Pardon me.  Veronica, may I speak with you for a moment?"  Chad 
waved from the door.
	"Be right back!"  Veronica walked over, her high heels clicking 
on the hardwood floor.  "Did you get the tanks?" she whispered to Chad.
	"All they had were some nearly full ones of helium from last 
weeks Halloween party.  I already hooked one up in the hallway."
	"Fire it up!"  Veronica turned and went back to her seat with a 
smile for Sherri.
	Watching the air line, Veronica could tell when it turned on as 
the pressure made it squiggle a bit.  A gentle hissing, barely audible, 
started.  The effect on Sherri was almost as if it were a roar.  She sat 
bolt upright, glancing around nervously before staring down at her arms 
and legs, checking for leaks.
	The fact that there were no leaks took a bit to catch on, and 
there was already a noticeable increase in the size of her calves to 
Veronica before Sherri got up.  Flashing a nervous smile to Veronica, she 
slowly stepped towards the corner mirror.  Supressing a grin, Veronica 
watched out of the corner of her eye.
	The first thing Sherri noticed was that when she looked down, she 
could no longer see her feet.  The suit hadn't made her that big, she 
knew for certain.  Glancing down, she stifled a gasp as she realized her 
bustline was slowly moving outward, almost as if more gas were coming in 
from somewhere.  Staring into the mirror, she realized she had already 
increased a cup size or two.  Her figure had gone from trim and athletic 
to full figured and voluptuous.  As she watched in horrified amazement, 
she became even more topheavy, her legs puffing up a bit in nice curves 
leading down to well rounded calves.
	"Oh no!" Sherri blurted out, spying the air hose for the first 
time in the mirror.  A quick exploration by her fingers revealed its 
attachement to the valve on her back.  Tugging hard, she realized she was 
only jamming it on tighter.  She tried to tug on her sleeve to peel it 
back, but her chest was already large enough to get in the way, straining 
at her swimsuit.  Putting her hands over her chest, Sherri tried to 
squeeze it all back in.  All that happened was that it puffed up and down 
squooshing into her face.  A definite sensation of pressure was starting 
to be felt.
	Glancing up into the mirror, Sherri blinked in astonishment.  Her 
once trim figure was now swollen to massive size.  Twin beach balls 
stretched her suit to the limit while her shoulders had started to bulk 
up, adding to a sudden feeling of claustrophobia.  Her arms had started 
to swell as well, looking for all the world like she had begun to develop 
giant muscles.  Below, her waist was still somewhat normal, although it 
was puffing outward as well and her legs billowed out from the leg 
openings of the suit.
	As Sherri watched with stunned horror, the suit swelled larger 
and larger.  She became more and more pumped with gas, a feeling of 
increasing pressure spreading over her body.  Helpless, Sherri could only 
tell what was going on lower down by the mirror as her now beanbag sized 
breasts ballooned ever outward.  Trying to move, she realized that she 
could no longer do more than a light shuffle as the suit gripped her with 
a growing strength.  Slowly her arms straightened out and her shoulders, 
swollen enormously, touched up against her neck.
	With a ripping pop, the sash gave, letting her waist bulge 
outward.  Sherri began to pant, trying to draw breath against the tension 
of the suit.  More and more she began to resemble a vaguely female shaped 
ball, ballooning, inflating, swelling, expanding larger and larger and 
larger.
	A peal of laughter broke her out of her shock.  "Oh, this is 
great!"  Veronica laughed again, coming over to stand next to Sherri.  
"You're huge!"
	"Veronica!" Sherri panted.  "Stop it!  Please, you've got to help 
me!  I can't move..."  Veronica's next statement was cut off as Sherri 
let out a loud yelp.  Slowly and ponderously, like a blimp rising from 
the ground, she started to drift upward.
	"Wow, I didn't think you'd get big enough to do that."  Veronica 
snickered again as Sherri's swimsuit gave up the ghost and popped off, 
dropping to the floor.
	"Help meee!  Ouch!"  Sherri winced as her head hit the ceiling, 
then started caterwauling again.
	Veronica reached up and gave the hose a good tug, seperating the 
nozzle from the valve with a pop.  Reaching up and grasping Sherri's high 
heel with one hand, she pulled her down far enough to tie a short rope 
from one of the tables around her ankle.
	"Oh, you'll make such an adorable balloon.  Now I think I'll go 
out and show you around a bit!"
	"No, wait!  I admit I cheated, but that doesn't deserve this!"  
Sherri had turned rather red from all of her puffing.
	"Sure it does."  Veronica let go of the rope.  Sherri shot up and 
bonked her head into the ceiling again, yelping loudly.  "Let's go see 
some judges."

