Breast Inflation

The dream of being lighter than air was not an easy one to accomplish. True, everyone knew of dirigibles and hot-air balloons and other things of the sort, but it just was nothing compared to an individual’s joy of taking flight and soaring among the birds. If only humanity could become lighter than air, they’d achieve this dream easily. Yet no one had much of a choice; it would have taken someone far more helium or even hydrogen than they could readily gather to take flight, and ever since Hindenburg people knew of the dangers of the latter gas.

The Back-Up Plan

Danielle had thought that it was finally under control.

She strode barefoot across the sands, wavy black hair blowing in the wind behind her.  Tall, tanned, and athletic, her red one-piece swimsuit hugged her form, leaving nothing to the imagination.  It was a clear day, and the beach had more than a few visitors, some of whom had noticed her arrival.  She knew she would attract attention - and even more, soon enough - though she paid it no mind.  What others thought, or would think, was of no concern to her.

Maria was sitting on the beach in Doomora Jungle naked and sighing in pleasure. Ever since becoming the Goddess of Sea-Life, she was stuck in a constant state of pleasure due to a pleasure parasite being put into her head to keep her calm and kept from losing it and going into a blind rage and hurting anybody near her. She sure didn’t complain, she got to feel pleasure for the rest of eternity after being tortured for probably close to twenty years as a slave.