Female Inflation

Mary was a 24 year old mechanic who loved her job. She was good looking, 5'7 with long, black hair, and great legs. Her face was almost perfect except for the fact that a couple years ago an engine block fell out and hit the side of her face. Fortunately, she only lost a tooth, and the doctor inserted a bridge, it being cheaper than a fake tooth. She also had a fetish of blowing up balloons and sticking them down her bra to widen her chest area. She had A-cup breasts, which she always wanted larger but could never pay for implants.

Its around 11:00 pm on friday night, and I am enjoying some local bands at the usual hangout, The beanery. The beanery, or the bean as we all call it, is a little coffee shop/ live music venue nestled in the not so lovely downtown area of Chicago. I, (chad) am enjoying a jones (soda) when I see my lovely friend lisa enter the building. Lisa loves it here, this is what she calls her second house. She is friends with all of the staff and pretty much gets what she wants from the place free and no questions asked, so shes pretty cool to hang out with.

Julia loved the smell. The moist air entered her nasal cavity and somehow made her forget all about the huge painting project she had looming over her. Five self-portraits due in two days. She absorbed the scent once more. She crushed her rippling reflection, spewing water across her jeans. She wished she could just make it go away, so she wouldn’t have to stare at it for several hours that evening. Her converse were waterlogged now. She didn’t mind. The wind picked up a bit. Nipples poked out defiantly beneath a sky blue hello kitty tee-shirt.