Female Inflation

It's Friday night and that means it's time for the concert scene. Jeremy gets in his car and drives down to Upstart to see his friend's screamo band. He thinks this could be their big show opening for bands like Drop Dead Gorgeous, Throwdown, and Icepick. Arriving early, he buys his ticket and walks through the doors. The venue is small. It only holds about a hundred people. There are punk kids and hardcore kids all over. Jeremy doesn't really care too much about hardcore, but still is on the lookout. He brought his special "pin" in case.

"Ugh" thought Whitney, "What a day."

Whitney was at a sales convention in Florida. She really hated her job, but
stayed with the company under the pretense that she might actually get promoted
to senior manager of her local area. The pay would be almost twice what she was
making now. But for now, she was only a lowly grunt. Or at least that's as she
saw it.

"At least..." she thought, "I'm only half a mile away from Lindsay's place...
and the beach."

or, Who Wants to Get Popped Off the Island?

Sam was in the midst of a great moral quandary. He liked butts. He liked them big. His new co-worker, Sandra, had a wonderfully enormous ass. She was a little chubby and had a set of pretty decent knockers, but her most prominent feature was her enormous ass, which she stuffed into a short skirt or tight pair of pants every day. She had long black hair and a hawk-like face. Sam knew she was going to cause problems. Sam's problem was thus: he was married. And to a wonderful woman with a beautifully round ass.