Alice was getting a little nervous, she had something growing out of her bottom! A balloon-thing! The taut swimsuit pressed deeply and a little painfully into Alice's soft flesh. It was becoming unbearable. Jim lay forgotten on the bed as Alice began to pull off her swimsuit. She tried to wiggle a finger up between the shiny fabric and her skin, but with no luck. Next she tried rolling it down. This proved more successful, but much more time consuming.
Alice concentrated on getting the suit off of her 'tail' lump. It easily deformed around the tight suit which made it that much more difficult to roll it down further. Finally, with a loud sprong sound, her 'tail' sprung free from the confines of the swimsuit and stood out proudly behind her. It remained a rather generic lump of balloon-like material. Alice couldn't guess what it was supposed to be.
With the swimsuit only down passed her crotch, Alice returned to rolling the it down further over her seemingly larger thighs. The sudden thought that she was undressing in a room with a guy gave Alice a quick shock. Alice stopped moving, half-way though another roll. She lost her balance and tumbled to the floor with a squeak and thud.
Jim sat up, startled. He had dosed off when Alice had left to get food. He looked down in bewilderment as he saw Alice on the floor with her swimsuit bottom rolled half-way down her thighs. That, at first caught his attention, but his eyes soon found something else.
"Alice! Are you OK?" Jim asked, now gathering his wits.
Alice looked up, her face red with embarrassment. "I...I don't know. Jim, there's." Alice hesitated. "Jim, there's something growing out of me." She quickly as she could removed her suit and stood up facing Jim. She again hesitated. Jim was staring at her. She blushed. But, he wasn't looking where she expected him to. His eyes were opened wide as he started at her belly.
"What is that?!" Jim finally managed as he pointed to her bellybutton. Alice looked down. Standing proudly out of her bellybutton was a clear plastic nozzle. Like those that pool-toys and beach-balls have. In her preoccupation with her balloon 'tail', she hadn't felt this new changed.
Alice reached down and fingered the nozzle. She could feel though the nozzle in a fuzzy kind of way. It was like she could tell there was pressure on it, but it wasn't very localized.
This hadn't been a very good day. She had a nozzle and some kind of balloon 'tail' growing out of her. What was she going to do?