Stuffing

 Alex was a twig of a girl. She weighed 105lbs. She always wanted to be fat, or inflated. So, when inflating/bloat equipment went on sale with a couple special ingredients, she sprang for it.  

The door flew open as Alexa entered the dorm, moving with a carefree attitude that only came with a total lack of concern about noise complaints.  As Shannon came in behind her she pointed across the room at the incubus before waving. "Yo Lilu, my man!  How's it hangin'?"

Lilu nodded in acknowledgement. "Hello, Alexa.  Everything is as well as it can be."

"A'ight, that's cool." She dropped a metal tray of brownies on the kitchen counter as she breezed through. "Nicole here?"

“Sooooo,” Terrance said suggestively, looking across the table at his wife. “What would you like to do tonight?”

Sophie, taking his meaning, had a sparkle in her eye as she formulated a response. “Well, I am a little tired tonight,” she said with a coy smile. “But you know I always sleep better afterward.”

He huffed, smiling back. “But that doesn’t exactly answer my question,” he said, hinting for her to elaborate. “How do you want to do it?”

"I would just like to thank Linda for volunteering to host this meeting." Marcy began, resting her teacup on her enormous, shelf-like bosom and wondering what it would be like to be able to see her feet. 

"Oh, don't mention it. I've always wanted to host a meeting of the Inflated Wives Club." Linda answered, making a rather prissy hand gesture of exaggerated humbleness and wiggling a little on her enormous rear. "I hope I didn't do too badly on the cookies."