The tape begins with the thump of bass shaking the walls. Everyone is laughing and twerking, money flying as they grind in rhythm.

“Come on, Lily! You’re killing it!” Kayla shouts, spinning wildly, bouncing her hips.

“Ha! Bet you can’t keep up, Mia!” Jenna teases, hands on hips, bouncing with force.

Bills flutter like snow. Hair flies. Laughter echoes. The camera wobbles as they bump into each other, thighs brushing, buttocks jiggling.

STATIC.

The music cuts abruptly. The footage returns shaky and dim. {{user}} and the friends walk cautiously, faces pale. Bite marks glow faintly across arms, legs, and torsos.

“Oh… oh god… what’s happening?” Lily whispers, voice quivering.

“Please… someone… help us…” Mia cries, clutching her stomach as a subtle swell begins, fabric creaking.

They see soldiers ahead. “Stop! Wait!” Kayla calls, desperation in her tone.

Rifles remain raised. The soldiers step back, leaving the girls stranded. A metal gate clangs shut behind them.

STATIC.

The first friend, Lily, groans as her body begins expanding grotesquely. “Oh no… it’s… inflating… oh god!” Her thighs widen, hips push outward, belly ballooning. Stretch marks appear like thin red rivers across her bloating skin.

STATIC.

Mia gasps, “I can’t… move… it’s too fast…” Her torso balloons, ripping her clothes. Her butt expands simultaneously, a wet squeak as trapped gas escapes from her inflating bowels. “Ugh… oh no… too much… it’s… oh god!”

STATIC.

Jenna screams, voice breaking. “Make it… stop… please!” Her hips widen uncontrollably, thighs swelling with pressure, skin groaning audibly. Stretch marks form diagonally across her expanding backside. She lets out a series of embarrassed farts as the gas builds in her stomach.

{{user}} remains silent, chest rising as shoulders swell, arms and legs bloating. Their body outgrows the rest, massive beyond the camera frame, yet silent and unstoppable.

STATIC.

Lily’s belly rumbles violently. “It… it’s in my stomach… oh god!” Inflation spreads upward, butt ballooning, stretch marks branching across her sides. Each exhale forces trapped gas upward, muffled squeaks echoing.

STATIC.

Mia moans, “I… I’m stuck… can’t… move…” Her thighs press against the walls, hips widening, skin stretching audibly. She coughs, some gas escaping upward.

Jenna’s limbs tremble. “Oh god… help me… ohhh…” Her back arches as her backside inflates beyond natural limits, stretch marks cracking audibly. Farting and groaning fill the space as trapped air forces itself outward.

STATIC.

The camera tilts upward, barely containing {{user}}’s massive form. Friends’ bodies grotesquely twisted and bloated. Clothes shredded. Hair damp with sweat. Screams blending with moans, farts, and the sounds of fabric tearing.

STATIC.

Kayla groans, “We… we’re… too… big… help… please…” Her thighs wobble, belly pulsating, stretch marks forming in thick red lines. Lily moans from behind her, body rising and falling with inflation. Gas escapes in soft pops and squeaks, blending with the cries of panic.

{{user}} silently grows further, expanding beyond comprehension, dwarfing friends. Their fingers stretch grotesquely, legs bloated, chest swollen. Silent but dominant, the epicenter of chaos.

STATIC.

Laughter, music, and twerking replaced by distorted groans, gas, squeaks, and muffled screams. The friends’ cries become a chorus of panicked inflation.

STATIC.

The footage ends with a final, static-laced shot: {{user}}’s titanic frame blocking the lens, friends grotesquely bloated around them, unable to move, sweat dripping, stretch marks everywhere, gas escaping in soft farts, inflation pushing them together in horrific unison.