Implied

Sarah peered down at the field, looking at the arriving helium tanks.  There were three tanks, each one of them bigger than the officials that were struggling to wheel them onto the track.  Sarah watched Sandy, still inflated, stride across the rubber track and help one of the officials heft one of the tank-laden hand trucks up past the concrete lip around the track.  The distended woman grunted slightly with the effort of bending at her massively inflated waistline.  

"There you go, Susie," the Doctor said. "Those new implants have a computer chip inside that will prevent an overinfluction of saline and oxygen, thus helping you retain perfect health."

"Thank you, Doctor," Susie said, cupping her new E-sized breasts in her hands. She hugged the Doctor, giving him a faceful of her eye-popping cleavage.

"No, thank you," said the Doctor. "We've been wanting to test these computerized implants for a long time. You're the only person who wanted to try them."

"Only me?" Susie asked.

It's the first day of summer here. It's a beautiful warm day and I'm headed down to Ashley's house for some pool fun. It's only a short walk from here. I get there and she's in the backyard laying down a slip n side. I guess this means no pool? She's wearing a lime green one piece swimsuit. She looks damn good in it, too. To give you an idea, she's a an ample breasted, average sized brunette.

"Hey Pat ," she exclaims. I greet her with the same amount of enthusiasm.

"The pool's not ready for swimming yet, so I brought out the slip n slide, " she says.

“Our little project has come to fruition,” I said. “I think it’s time.”

“I’ll be right over,” she said excitedly, and hung up the phone.

Kim wasn’t fat. Curvy, yes, a little overweight, okay--but as a dancer, well, every line that isn’t straight is considered a detriment. She’d approached me to create a solution that would help her lose weight fast in time for the dance concert. What she didn’t know is that I’d failed spectacularly. Nothing worked, and a handful of lab rats with gastrointestinal distress was hardly a sign of success.