Female Inflation

Roger often referred to Leslie as a "living contradiction." She had an outlandishly outgoing and unabashed personality that was far too large for a woman who seemed so delicate and petite in every other way. Her bright, playful smile and twinkling blue eyes only served to add to her air of impishness. Her oversized attitude had been the second thing that had drawn Roger to her; he’d always had a thing for redheads.

My name is Victoria Hanley and recently I've earned myself £83000 pounds. I told the bank that it was compensation for a mistake that could have seriously effected my health. Now this isn't strictly true, but the bank would not have believed me, had I told them the truth. Even now the whole experience seems unbelievable, even to me.

It began about three weeks ago in the library where I work, at about 3 p.m. on a Tuesday. Some of the local kids where returning some books after school and as usual they were making too much noise, so as usual I told them to be quiet.

It was a typical day at high school for a young girl named Jennifer. She had everything that a teenage would ever desire, a cute body with flowing brown hair and a sexy smile, an open personality, popularity, and she actually wasn't as dumbas a board, like most stereotypical popular girls. But most of all she had something every young girl would want, a large set of breasts. It was this that would lead to a sudden change in her everyday routine.