{"id":1239,"date":"2025-04-12T17:51:32","date_gmt":"2025-04-12T08:51:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.40pbb.com\/?p=1239"},"modified":"2025-04-12T17:51:33","modified_gmt":"2025-04-12T08:51:33","slug":"the-10000cc-challenge","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.40pbb.com\/en\/archives\/1239","title":{"rendered":"The 10000cc Challenge"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

The 10,000cc Challenge<\/strong>
A girl I became friends with on the street.
She is taken to a hotel, where she can’t leave until 10,000cc of air is inside her stomach.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u25a0 10,000cc \u2013 The Case of Mahiru Nanase
\u3007Name: Mahiru Nanase
\u3007Age: XX years old
\u3007Occupation: Vocational school student (Fashion course)
\u3007Hobbies: Cosplay, taking selfies, streaming on social media (has a secret\/private account)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At a certain cosplay event, I spotted a girl wearing a school swimsuit beneath a thin coat.
I asked if I could take a few photos, and she agreed.
When I told her there was a nearby photo studio, she followed me with a cheerful smile, without a hint of hesitation.
An hour later, in a hotel room.
I had her lie on the bed, still in her swimsuit, and inserted a tube into her rear.
Then, I began pumping air into her.
At first, she resisted, made noise. But after the 4000cc mark, she fell silent.
5000cc\u20266000cc\u2026
Her belly started bulging unnaturally, pressing hard against the fabric of her swimsuit from the inside.
Perhaps unable to bear the pressure, she gasped, unhooked her shoulder straps, and pulled the top half down.
Her sweaty skin was now exposed, and the swollen belly dominated the room with its disturbing presence.
7000cc\u20268000cc\u2026
“Please\u2026 it hurts\u2026” she whispered, again and again in a hoarse voice.
Tears welled in her eyes, her face twisted in pain, and her body trembled.
Her social media has not been updated since that day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Today\u2019s event was school swimsuits.
A man with an expensive-looking camera told me he had access to a private studio, so I followed him.
Then he inserted a tube into my rear, and my belly started to swell.
I screamed for help, as loud as I could\u2014
But somewhere along the way, my voice stopped coming out.
The tighter my swimsuit felt, the harder it became to breathe.
I tried to pull the swimsuit down, hoping it might help,
But it didn\u2019t change anything.
My belly just kept getting bigger.
It flt like I was going to burst. I was terrified. It hurt.
Tears rolled down my cheeks on their own.
“I’m sorry\u2026 I can’t\u2026 please, stop\u2026”
I begged in a hoarse, cracking voice.
But he didn\u2019t stop.
All I wanted\u2026 was to do a photoshoot.
Why\u2026 why did it turn out like this?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u25a010,000cc \u2013 The Case of Ichika Hoshino
Name: Ichika Hoshino
Age: XX years old
Occupation: Third-year university student (Faculty of Literature)
Hobbies: Visiting caf\u00e9s, writing poetry, watching videos of small animals<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I spotted her at a caf\u00e9 near the university\u2014a girl with a soft, gentle presence.
When our eyes met, she reacted faintly but smiled without any sign of suspicion.
I struck up a conversation, and we hit it off.
When I told her, “I know a quiet place nearby,” she nodded without hesitation.
An hour later, in a hotel room.
I had her undress and sit on the bed.
A dry sound echoed as I began pumping air into her belly through the tube I\u2019d inserted into her rear.
After passing 4000cc, her expression stiffened.
She lowered her gaze and, in a trembling whisper, asked, \u201c\u2026Is this really okay\u2026?\u201d
I gently reassured her with vague, comforting words.
She gave a small nod and quietly held her posture.
She might still have been able to escape at that point.
5000cc\u20266000cc\u2026
Her face twisted in pain as she cried out, \u201cPlease stop.\u201d
She tried to get away, but it was already too late.
I pinned her down on the bed, holding her tightly from behind.
Her shallow breaths, \u201chuh\u2026 huh\u2026,\u201d brushed against my ear.
Her lungs weren\u2019t inflating properly\u2014she couldn\u2019t breathe.
Her body trembled like she was convulsing,
And her sobbing devolved into unintelligible, choking cries.
7000cc\u20268000cc\u2026
Her eyes wide open, she screamed, her pleading for life echoing through the room.
As her body convulsed, a creaking noise\u2014mishi\u2026 mishi\u2026\u2014filled the space.
She tried to press down on her abdomen as if to resist,
But it was meaningless.
After that day, the girl was reported missing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I was supposed to study at the caf\u00e9.
He just happened to talk to me, and I thought\u2014he seemed kind.
I’ve always had trouble saying “no,” and when he said it would be “just for a little bit,” I nodded without thinking.
Before I knew it, my clothes were off, and I was sitting on a bed.
He pushed some strange device into my rear, and there was a weird sound.
By the time I realized what was happening, my stomach already hurt.
But\u2026 I still believed him.
He said, “It\u2019s okay,” so gently.
I thought it would be okay.
But it wasn\u2019t.
Something inside my belly started moving.
It tightened, made strange noises.
I couldn\u2019t breathe right.
I screamed, \u201cStop\u2026 please!\u201d
But he wouldn\u2019t stop.
When I tried to run, he pushed me down.
I wanted to cry out, but only strange noises came out\u2014”hyu\u2026 hyu\u2026”
The air just wouldn\u2019t come in.
My chest felt like it was being squeezed tight. I couldn\u2019t breathe at all.
From inside my belly, I heard it\u2014creak\u2026 creak\u2026
My skin felt like it was stretching, burning, like it was about to tear.
It was so painful, like I was being scalded.
I didn\u2019t even want to touch it\u2014
But still, I placed my hands over my belly.
I tried to hold it down. I just wanted it to stop.
I couldn\u2019t breathe anymore.
My lungs wouldn\u2019t move.
It was getting darker.
I was scared. It hurt.
Please\u2026 someone\u2026 anyone\u2026
I only wanted to go to the caf\u00e9.
Why\u2026 why did it turn out like this?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u25a0 10,000cc \u2013 The Case of Runa Kiritani<\/strong>
\u3007 Name: Runa Kiritani
\u3007 Age: XX years old
\u3007 Occupation: Part-time worker (maid caf\u00e9 staff)
\u3007 Hobbies: Posting dance videos, collecting Korean cosmetics, trying out new convenience store sweets<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In a quiet back alley with little foot traffic,
she danced lightly to music, her phone propped up against a wall.
Her blonde half-twin tails bounced with each step, and her full chest moved with the rhythm of her body.
I waited until she finished, then approached.
\u201cI\u2019m looking for a model for a dance video,\u201d I said.
She followed, slightly excited.
An hour later, in a hotel room.
I had her take off her tank top, sit on the bed, and began pumping air into her.
At first, she laughed, thinking it was some kind of joke.
But her face soon turned serious.
5000cc\u20266000cc\u2026
The internal pressure in her belly spiked, and her breathing grew shallow.
She desperately bounced her ample chest, trying to draw air into her lungs.
Unable to bear the discomfort, she kept shifting her posture again and again,
but no position brought relief.
Sweat clung to her skin, and the fabric of her shorts stuck to her thighs.
Her dancer-trained legs trembled uncontrollably.
7000cc\u20268000cc\u2026
Her swelling belly pressed upward, crushing her chest, warping its shape.
In a voice so small it was hard to believe she was the same girl dancing earlier,
she kept whispering, \u201cI want to go home\u2026 please\u2026 let me go\u2026\u201d
Occasionally, a creaking sound\u2014mishi\u2026\u2014came from her belly as the skin strained.
Even as her body trembled, using what strength she had left,
she continued begging, over and over again.
Since that day, her dance videos have not been updated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A light step.
Then a turn. Moving with the rhythm\u2026
Yeah, I\u2019m dancing pretty well.
That\u2019s when someone called out to me\u2014
Said he was \u201clooking for a dance model.\u201d
From the way he looked at me, I could tell he was after my body.
But I was broke, and I figured I could play along and make a little money, so I followed him.
Now\u2026 my belly is swelling. Bigger and bigger.
He took off my clothes, stuck a tube in me\u2014
Honestly, I laughed at first.
I thought it was some weird joke project or something.
But\u2014
My stomach\u2026 it just kept swelling.
It started to hurt. I couldn\u2019t laugh anymore.
I couldn\u2019t breathe.
I was trying so hard, gasping, my chest rising and falling,
But no matter how much I breathed, it wasn\u2019t enough.
There\u2019s so much air inside me\u2026 but none in my lungs.
I tried changing positions.
It still hurt. Still suffocating.
There was nowhere to escape.
I was sweating nonstop.
\u201cI want to go home\u2026 please\u2026 let me go\u2026\u201d
I begged. Over and over.
But he wouldn\u2019t stop.
My thoughts started going fuzzy.
I couldn\u2019t even understand what I was saying anymore.
When I looked down, all I could see was my bloated belly.
I couldn\u2019t even see my feet.
It felt like my stomach was going to tear open.
I was scared. So scared.
I just\u2026
I was just dancing\u2026
Just filming a fun little video, like always\u2026
Why\u2026 why did it turn out like this?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u25a0 10,000cc \u2013 The Case of Shizuku Ogata
\u3007 Name: Shizuku Ogata
\u3007Age: XX years old
\u3007 Occupation: Junior college student (Early Childhood Education)
\u3007 Hobbies: Collecting picture books, making candles, taking nap<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Near the station, in the break area of a public library.
She was dozing off at the far end, a pale-skinned girl.
Her white blouse had slipped slightly from her shoulder, exposing her collarbone and soft-looking skin.
With her small frame and the vulnerable expression of a sleeping infant, she looked defenseless.
In her arms were a textbook on early childhood education and a folded picture book.
Her open planner rested on her lap\u2014there were no scheduled plans written in it.
There was no reason to hesitate.
An hour later, in a hotel room.
I stripped off her clothes and laid her on the bed, face-up.
Her arms were crossed above her head, restrained in a raised position.
As soon as I began pumping air, she woke up, and the bed started to creak.
She thrashed and gasped, but by the time we passed 3000cc, her movements slowed.
Her swollen torso robbed her of control over her body.
4000cc. 5000cc\u2026
\u201c\u2026uuh\u2026 ghhh\u2026!\u201d
Her breathing turned erratic, and her chest began to rise and fall.
Tears streamed down her face as she shook her head\u2014the only part she could still move\u2014side to side.
Her pale skin stretched tightly, and sweat formed on her forehead.
6000cc. 7000cc\u2026
From that small body, an unnaturally distended belly protruded.
Her skin stretched as if on the verge of splitting, and blood vessels rose like cracks beneath the surface.
\u201cNn\u2026 no\u2026 please\u2026\u201d
Her trembling lips moved again and again.
The sounds that came out were barely recognizable as a voice\u2014just faint vibrations.
8000cc. 9000cc\u2026
Her body arched back, unable to withstand the pressure.
\u201c\u2026nn\u2026 nn\u2026\u201d
No voice came anymore.
Only thin, short breaths escaped from deep in her throat.
Her small body had already surpassed its limit.
Beneath the thin, over-stretched skin, her organs writhed.
Even if the air were released now, there would be no returning to normal life.
Whether she understood that, I don\u2019t know.
But her eyes stared at a single point on the ceiling, unmoving.
The tears that had trailed down her cheeks had stopped at some point.
She hasn\u2019t been seen at her junior college since that day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The pages that\u2019ll be on tomorrow\u2019s quiz.
I carefully copy them into my notebook, marking them with a highlighter.
I want to work with children someday.
Becoming a preschool teacher, surrounded by laughter\u2014that’s my dream.
When I was little and caught a cold,
there was this one gentle childcare worker who took care of me.
I always thought, “I want to be like her.”
Warm sunlight poured in.
My favorite picture book sat on my lap.
The warmth wrapped around me\u2026 before I knew it, my eyelids were falling\u2026
\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026
When I opened my eyes, I saw an unfamiliar ceiling.
My clothes were gone, and my arms were bound above my head.
\u201cWhat\u2026 is this\u2026?\u201d
A shhhh\u2014 sound echoed from the tube inserted into my rear.
I knew immediately. It was air. And a lot of it.
As I inhaled, my stomach clenched tight.
That feeling alone told me something was terribly wrong.
It was swelling. My belly was inflating.
My diaphragm was pushed up from behind my stomach\u2014my lungs couldn\u2019t expand.
It was hard to breathe. I couldn\u2019t get air in.
Pain pulsed through my lower abdomen.
My uterus felt like it was being forced out of place.
My intestines were being stretched, twisted, expanding somewhere deep inside.
\u201c\u2026uuh\u2026 ghhh\u2026\u201d
A deep, heavy pain.
And then, a noise\u2014like wet fabric tearing\u2014echoed from inside my belly.
It hurt so much at first\u2026 but now I couldn\u2019t even feel it anymore.
But my belly just kept growing, endlessly.
\u201cNo\u2026 no\u2026 please\u2026\u201d
My stomach felt like it was going to burst.
Nausea surged, but I couldn\u2019t throw up.
My esophagus was blocked.
I arched my back, struggling to send what little oxygen I could to my brain.
\u201c\u2026nn\u2026 nn\u2026\u201d
Something inside me was crushing me from within.
I could feel it.
There\u2019s no going back.
Even if they stopped and let the air out now\u2026
It\u2019s all\u2026 all of it\u2026 breaking down from the inside.
I couldn\u2019t see.
Air slipped out through my gaping mouth.
The pain and panic faded, and my mind quietly began to slip away.
Why\u2026?
I tried so hard.
The picture books\u2026 the training\u2026 my dream\u2026
Why\u2026 why did it turn out like this?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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