Flat at a Gas Station, A

Charles looked at his watch. It was almost midnight. The last customer came by shortly after dinner. That's what I get for working late shift at a fill up station, he thought. He picked up a magazine and started reading. Halfway through the first article the bell rang, signifying a customer. He looked up. Stepping out of a beat up chevy was probably the tallest woman he had ever seen, taller even then him. She had flowing blonde hair that came down to her petite waist, and her short mini-skirt revealed almost all of her shapely legs. The thought of a Norse valkyrie flashed through his mind. He watched her sway as she approached the door. Her nipples protruded from her pert breasts visibly beneath her tank top. She opened the door and walked in.

"Excuse me. I seem to have a flat. Can you help me?" She cooed.

"There's an air hose around the side, by the bathroom," Charles replied, still staring at her petite breasts.

She turned around and walked out the door, heading toward the bathroom. Charles sighed, then did a double take. She had walked to the bathroom, leaving her car in front of the station. He looked at her car. All the wheels seemed fine. Charles moved over to the side window to take a better look. He couldn't see anything but the air hose was on. He knew he wasn't supposed to leave the store, but curiosity got the better of him. He opened the front door, and walked around to where the female was. She was standing there, facing away from him, the air hose under her tank top.

"Excuse me?" He asked.

She spun around, and his jaw dropped. Her petite chest was now about the size of cantaloupes, stretching her tank top, and they were still growing. He just stood in awe as her breasts expanded larger, and larger. She grinned and licked her lips seductively.

"Almost full," she exclaimed gleefully, as the fabric was stretched to near breaking point.

Charles just stood there in amazement. Finally she pulled the air hose out, causing her to jump, and her breasts to bounce wildly.

"Whoops, a little too much," she giggled.

"How?" Was all Charles could manage to say.

"Thanks a lot. You're a life saver," she said, pulling out a five dollar bill and handing it to him.

He watched as she bounded back to her car. She glanced back, and waved, causing her body to quiver. Charles sighed as she got in to the car and drove off. He walked back inside, and sat down. He pulled out his wallet to put the bill in it, and then did a double take. Written on the bill was a name, and a phone number. He sighed. Sometimes it's good to work the night shift, he thought.