Breast Inflation

It wasn't easy for a girl like me to find a suitable vehicle to drive about, especially in my condition that sometimes seemed to afflict me at the oddest moments. I needed a new car to tote my little balloon body around in. I needed something roomy and economical, partly so I would have money to continue buying my custom-made wardrobe.

I must admit that part of the fun of being a balloon girl is the attention. Recently I was called to do a small radio spot for a station in town. I arrived at the radio station and was guided to the broadcast booth. The place was rather warm so I slipped out of my blouse, revealing the tank top I wore beneath. I sat comfortably in the seat with headphones and a microphone hanging before my face. The headphones would be used so I could hear the radio announcer and the callers questions once the broadcast started.

I always loved bubble gum as a girl. I chewed and chewed, stuffing big wads of bubble gum in my mouth then blowing huge bubbles. I liked to blow the biggest bubbles and probably had the biggest bubbles in the neighborhood. My aunt, who always disliked me, would give me a hard time about my gum chewing. She said one day my chewing and bubble blowing would affect me. I thought she meant cavities--but little did I know just how it would affect me...