Female Inflation

“Our little project has come to fruition,” I said. “I think it’s time.”

“I’ll be right over,” she said excitedly, and hung up the phone.

Kim wasn’t fat. Curvy, yes, a little overweight, okay--but as a dancer, well, every line that isn’t straight is considered a detriment. She’d approached me to create a solution that would help her lose weight fast in time for the dance concert. What she didn’t know is that I’d failed spectacularly. Nothing worked, and a handful of lab rats with gastrointestinal distress was hardly a sign of success.

Rachel was quite pleased with her new shape. Turning to view her profile in the mirror, she tossed her mane of red hair over a shoulder and placed one hand against her stomach, flattening out the button-down shirt in an attempt to make her figure more apparent. For the first time in her life, it made a difference.

Tamara closed the door to her apartment and sighed as she tossed her jacket on the chair. Her first week at the Lab, and she gets locked in when a spill happens. It wasn't like she was worried, the Lab techs told her that the BioFlex formula was for anti-aging, not virulent at all. She went into the bathroom to turn on the shower. Tall, shapely, green eyes and coco colored skin. She was fine, even if she said so. She let the water run and took off her shirt, her large breasts, stood out from her ribcage. She ran her hands over her full hips, her slim belly showed she worked out.

Cindy checked her watch as she rushed for the big red doors of the gym. She could already hear the thumping of the bass from inside. That meant one thing...she was late yet again. She opened the doors slowly and peeked in to see if anyone would notice her arrival. Just as her head peered around the door the music stopped and all the girls turned to look at the door.