Happyguy

Magic Dollars
by the happyguy

(this is a variety of B inflation)

I've already told the story of how I got the leprechaun's gold. So that is old news. But the next part of the story wasn't as interesting, but certainly stranger.

I had the pot of gold sitting on a shelf at home. I just kind of had it there, wondering what I was going to do with it next. I'd already used my three wishes up, so to me it was just a matter of the best way of cashing the gold in.

THE AWAKENING

I woke up surrounded by a group of incredibly huge-breasted women. Immediately I thought, "Uh-oh.... not again."

"He's awake!" said one in the front, a dark-haired beauty. The light dress she wore was tattered and torn, and she had obviously made some attempt to piece it back together. I sat up, and they all took a step back. The other women were similarly attired, in a variety of fashions. Some were in rugged camping clothes, others in city wear. There seemed to be fashions from all over the world.

"Where am I?" I asked.

Disclaimer: The following story has no plot, characterization, or any literary devices that make it worth reading. It is simply and purely a bad piece of fiction. If you are easily offended by bad short fiction, or if you live in a locale where bad short fiction is illegal, do not read the following story. The author makes no warranties and will not be held liable for damages resulting from reading this story. If it can be called a story.

There were three distinguishing features about Selinia Morosel. First, she was ravishingly beautiful. Her long, silky auburn hair fell down just past her shoulders, and she had shapely legs that might have been planed to perfect smoothness in the craft halls of the gods. Her body was lithe and slender, and almost seemed too perfect to be animate. Sometimes when she moved after standing still for a moment, people gasped that such a beautiful form could take motion as well. Her trim shoulders and oddly gentle arms were legendary.