Female Inflation

Allanah Potts was an ordinary sort of girl, with ginger hair, freckles and green tinted eyes. She was 5 feet 10 inches high and was slightly chubby with round belly nice enough to squeeze, a nice big behind with a nice pair of DD breasts round the front to match. Aside from this ordinary girl on the outside she had an odd craving from within, she longed for the taste of Turkish delight.

We sat on my ugly gold-fabriced couch (some day I was going to get rid of it but since it was one of the only pieces of furniture in my apartment living room I figured it would have to stay) and looked through one of my photo albums. We sat close, peering into the large stiff pages of an album that held pictures of me from late grade school, junior high and high school right up through 12th grade graduation. You munched from a shallow bowl of potato chips, the bowl resting on the top of my huge boobs, the bowl setting on my torpedoing tits as if on a large two-humped shelf.