Female Inflation

It wasn't something she considered rational. It wasn't something she was going to pretend was safe. And it certainly wasn't anything that she expected anyone else to understand.

It was a ridiculous idea--she knew that. It was a ridiculous operation to have. And ridiculously expensive. The doctor--not that she saw any degree of note--even tried to talk her out of it. Why not just have children? Why not just gain weight? That wasn't what she wanted. He didn't understand. But then, nobody did. It was all about control--hers. And immediate, breathtaking results.

It was somewhat understandable that Hope accidentally swallowed the new formula Michael had been working on. After all, it did remarkably resemble Tang. And it was sitting in a plain bottle in the fridge. And after necking with Michael on the couch for the last hour, she was quite thirsty enough to ignore the odd aftertaste.

There's a knock on the door. I wheel over, its Jake. Jake comes in and immediately he wants to know what's up.

I start explaining it to him. "its the craziest thing I've had happen to me in a long time." He stopped me, "Well you've had a lot of crazy things happen. So tell me something new." I frowned at him, "Come on man, are you going to let me tell you about what happened or not?" He shrugged his shoulders, "Ok, so tell me."

I woke up surrounded by a group of incredibly huge-breasted women.

Now, that's not unusual in itself; that happens to me a lot. But the strange thing was the way they were dressed. They seemed to be wearing multicolored uniforms of a spandex-like material bearing various military insignia. They had strange headsets that looked like com-links, and their long hair flowed freely from beneath these headsets.

One of the women, a tall brunette, spoke into her com-link. "He's up."

I glanced down, wondering what she meant, but then I realized she meant I was awake.