self inflation

There are times when even the most self-assured person feels like an idiot. For Amanda, this was that moment.

It seemed as though Mai's star couldn't rise any higher. After her freak accident trip to the States, she had been an unknown, working lingerie catalogs at the margins of the industry like most "petite" models. Then, in a flash of inspiration, she had discovered a way to increase her bust size without the need for dangerous and illegal breast implants. Her new voluptuous figure had propelled her into the highest tiers of the business, where her Japanese grace and poise gave her a decided advantage over the balloon-brained bimbos she had passed on the way to the top.

Laetitia had a wonderful life.  The coastal resort they were shooting the swimsuit section of the catalog was heavenly.  Clear water, clearer skies, warm sun and clean sand.  The supermodel backstroked towards the beach, her slim arms and shapely but powerful legs driving her through the water.  Still many yards out she rolled over onto her flat stomach and began to stroke for home when something below her in the water caught her eye.  No expert in tropical marine life, she was certain that there wasn't normally anything that glowed bright g

"It won't work," I squeaked.

"Yes it will. You always say that, " Lynn admonished me, in her high-pitched voice.

"Because it always doesn't work," I pointed out.

If you had walked into our dorm room and found myself and my roommate, Lynn both of us pumped up with enough helium to have our figures bulging with gas and our extra-large bodies floating and bouncing against the ceiling, you might find that odd. I know I would.