Female Inflation

"Ok, Ok, just keep 'em closed, you're gonna love this." I say. "Whaaat? What is it?" You ask playfully, obediently keeping your eyes closed. "Just feel." I tell you. I grab your hand and press it to my stomach. "Mmm." you say, giving it a little rub. "Just wait." I tell you. All of a sudden you hear a squeak and then a hiss, and my stomach starts to press against your hand. "No way." you say reverently, your jaw dropping. "Mmphhmm." I mumble, something in my mouth. Your eyes pop open and you take in the sight before you.

It was business as usual at the Turgidia City Bank. At least it was. As people went about cashing their coveted paychecks or withdrawing funds for whatever trivial reason they might have, the sound of glass suddenly shattering and crashing to the ground broke the monotony of everyday hustle and bustle. A woman screamed and many sought cover while others turned their attention to the source of the unexpected racket. "Alright ladies! Everybody get to where I can see you...I've got a hell of a trigger finger!

College was a lot harder than Jenny thought. She was definitely spreading herself a little thin in her extra-curricular activities. Aside from her schoolwork she also had soccer, sustainable living club, running club, and she was pledging to get into a sorority. Jenny gave the impression of being a little flaky, but in reality there was just not enough time for her to do everything. Her top priority, though, was getting into the sorority. Pledging alone was a full time job and she had already gotten past the first few steps of the initiation.