Male Inflation

Douglas, finally got up the nerve to ask out this lovely lady he had meet a few wonderful months back.

They had become close friends in those last few month He admired her from afar for a great deal of time as well.

Her name was Josie and her soft locks of Light brown hair shown from the lights of the sun like a beacon calling home save many a sailor from the power of the sea , her eyes as deep as the very depths of the universe the shim of her eyes like the twinkling of the very stars.

Over the next week, Felix found himself lying on his bed at night, with the image of Imogen, fully inflated and helpless, occupying his thoughts. Each time, the image was destroyed by that freakish Dreda, kicking Imogen until she burst, giving her no chance to defend herself. Imogen had been so helpless, so vulnerable, so powerless--and Dreda had been so cruel, so merciless, so totally in control...

I was determined to have my prize. It had taken a long time to get it together but I was close to my goal.

The necessary equipment lay ranged around the room: large tank of helium, hose and regulator, lubricants and, glittering prize, Busty Becky. Becky arrived in the mail that morning, wrapped in brown paper. Becky the latex love doll. She came packaged with promises of the ride of a lifetime and various stats about the sizes she could be inflated to and weights she could support at each size. Weight wouldn’t be a problem today.

It was Monday and I was back to work, all I could think about was going home and inflating. Some time, during lunch, I sat at my desk, and decided I needed to call my discovery something. Later that day, while getting ready to go home, I was stopped by security. I was escorted to the presidents’ office. He was an older gentleman with gray hair, brown eyes, tired face and a course voice from all the cigar smoking in his years. They security guard escorted me to the chair and I sat down. Hans, he began, so did everyone else, no one like to say my full name.