Butt Inflation

Marlene stood in front of her mirror. She was a pretty, thirty-five year old woman. She stood five feet seven inches tall and weighed about 150 pounds. She had shoulder-length sandy blonde hair, and was a slight pear shape, with measurements of 34C-29-40.

Marlene had always been a little bottom-heavy, even as a teenager, and this "problem" was becoming more and more prominent as she eased into her late thirties. She wasn't happy with the fact that she had put on weight in recent years, but she could deal with it.

Alisa knew she had only herself to blame for her current predicament.  She had had a difficult but rewarding life as an acrobat in her family's circus, and then an easy life when her parents won the jackpot in the state lottery.  When she found that retirement didn't suit her, she ran away from home as a teenager, and joined a gang of bank and museum robbers.  Her formidable talents made them and her a lot of money, but still she wasn't satisfied.  Striking out on her own, she pulled off heist after incredible heist, until her fortune made her parents' pale in comparison

aBritt shimmied her jeans down to the floor and kicked them aside. She sifted through a pile of clean but yet-unfolded laundry for her favorite pair of playtime pants. “I’m sure this would be easier if I turned on the lights.” She stuck out her head and turned to her guest who was, she discovered, not standing behind her. “Oh I’m sorry you’re empty space.”

“What’cha say, hun?” sounded a voice from the front room.

“Nothing. You’re being a butt.”

“I didn’t realize I was doing anything. I’m in here.”

“Which is why you’re a butt.”