Breast Inflation

So I'm driving along, fresh out from a long day at work. It was just one of those days you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy, or maybe you would.

Anyway, I'm driving home, but there ain't no real reason to go there. I share my apartment with myself, and the though of cooking something for dinner isn't really appealing to me. It's Friday and come to think of it, I'm not really hungry, but thirsty. So I figure I'll stop at my favorite spot for a beer or two or three.

Jo-Beth groaned in pain as she sprawled on the dirt floor. This mansion was falling apart on her, the wooden panels constantly breaking under her feet. Now, she was in some strange hole. It was littered with cobwebs, and had no flooring. Probably a space between the walls of the mansion. She cursed herself for wearing such a short skirt today, as well as wearing her favorite outfit; her boots, her fishnet stockings and her short t-shirt, all torn up and filthy.

It was a sunny day on Zach Island and Hitomi and I were sitting on the bench watching as the other girls played volleyball. "Life's not fair!" I said sitting on one of the table next to the volleyball court, "Some girls have all the luck." I jumped from the table and grabbed a volleyball and I lifted my shirt and put the ball inside it. I then tried to cover the ball with my shirt, but there was no way the shirt would be able to do that, so the ball was only half covered. I then stood up and showed my profile to the girls sitting with me.

Claire sighed as she finished her latest painting, setting her brush down and rubbing her eyes. Her mind was in distress, the fear of not making the payment on this month's rent stressing the poor girl out beyond belief. Her paintings and photography usually made enough money for the basic needs, but this month her sales had been particularly slow. Claire got up from her stool, hastily putting on her coat and walking outside, a walk she hoped would reduce her stress a bit.