Female Inflation

Little wisps of fog charged at the windshield of Angela’s Corolla as it wandered in the night, deep in a maze of paved-over indian trails, wagon paths, and modern blunders bored through a forest as dense as it was ancient. A thick leafy canopy reached around the road like a grasping hand. The Corolla’s dim, foggy headlights served as a surrogate for whatever little moonlight could reach the tarmac below. She was looking for a gravel road.

Mallory lay half-curled in slumber, clutching the last corner of a sheet that spilled onto the floor. She sprawled with messy grace in the warmth of the night, loose shorts bunched around her thighs and a snug t-shirt pulling tight curves over her chest with every breath she took. Long blonde hair spread about her like a halo, her arms drawn tight against her body and her toes pointed like a dancer's.

This story contains explicit language and sexual content. If you are not 18 or whatever your respective legal age is in your area you shouldn't be reading this. This story also deals with breast, belly, and butt expansion or inflation of varying size. This is purely a work of fantasy and is meant as nothing more than a bit of fun. If you know what BE is and like it, enjoy. If you know what it is and don’t like it you might want to steer clear. If you’re curious as to what BE is then read on you’ll find out. Please have respect.

Mari slipped out the back door of her house, wearing an oversized trench coat. Getting on her bike, she started pedaling down the street. Mari was not very tall, in fact, she measured only 5’1”. Being sixteen years old, she had given up on her stature already. What she lacked in height though, she made up in her curves. Her breasts were a moderate D cup, while her hips flared out two inches. After biking for about two blocks she stopped at her friend’s house. Sneaking herself and her bike into the back yard, Mari stopped to find Sam leaning against the wall next to the backyard door.