Breast Inflation

She hurried down the hall into her room, she locked the door and bit her lip holding the potion she had purchased from the market place. Trembling, she placed the bottle of magic she bought on the table and changed into something more, suitable. She put on her black silk dancing outfit, that only flimsily wrapped around her breasts and a white thong around her legs.

I had just gotten back to my appartment and I was ready to give up. School was killing me, those popular bimbos were complaining about me, and my friend was being a bipolar asshole. 

I decided to go straight to my computer and look two things up. Now, before I tell you anymore, let me tell you three of my favorite things to do while 'stationed' at my computer: Video games, drink iced tea, and satisfy my 'thirst' for inflation. Body Inflation to be exact.

Nina walked up the stairs to her bedroom after a long day of school. She was absolutely miserable. She had barely slept a wink the previous night, she had gym class today, she had a metric shit-ton of homework to do, and her boyfriend of two years broke up with her to date some big-titted skank. She needed that like she needed a bullet to the head. She tore into her room and threw her bag onto the floor; she wasn’t even gonna do that homework tonight, she’s too tired. She just wanted to take a nap and forget about her boyfriend being a prick.