Female Inflation

Mia was walking in the mall one day, when she saw a new store had opened up. It was called Fantasy Body. She went inside and found those, make-your-body-the-way-you want-it stuff. She seen them before on TV. They claimed that you will lose this much weight, or your privates will be better during sex or some other kind of shit. However, a few items caught her eye as being different from the others, which were pills or food. It was a bra. To Mia, it didn’t look like it was special in any kind of way, but the tag said “Breast Balloons”.

Ally got off the Stairmaster and grabbed her towel. She mopped the sweat from her neck and face, then went over to the nautilus machines. Ally drew a few glances from the men in the club, but not as many as she would have liked. She knew why, too. Although she was in very good shape, her figure was very much on the slender end of the spectrum. Her chest was barely an A-cup, her butt was as flat as a tabletop, and there was only a slight hint of flare to her hips. She was no Kate Moss, but to Ally, who would rather be in the Anna Nicole Smith range, she may as well have been.

The cold, dark halls of the Rez-Corp research facility was not a place full of activity. Nobody was usually in the halls except to get from one research department to another. Rebecca Anderson walked down the barren halls to the parking lot, ready to go home for the day. She built her success mainly on stealing other people's projects or spying. The Rez-Corp research facility was a semi-casual place, so people didn't have to wear specific uniforms. Rebecca wore her usual black slacks with black belt, and a plain button-down white shirt.

‘Sir the chemical is in the works, we secreted it into some food stuffs at a market.’

‘Good now keep tabs for the effects it has I want to know what it’s capable of.’

‘Very Good Sir.’