Breast Inflation

“Yeah, whatever… just give me big breasts,” Kelly demanded, barely paying attention to Stephanie’s words of caution. But Stephanie didn’t care – she had selected Kelly carefully and had anticipated that Kelly wouldn’t want to know much about the procedure. After all, she was mainly interested in looking sexy and turning on men wherever she went – thinking and talking was for ugly people, she had her body to impress people. But Kelly wanted more – more cleavage, to be exact.

It was a Stormy night on Zach Island, the girls and I were sitting around a table in my room playing card. “It your turn, Hitomi.” I said laying down the ace of spades from my hand. Soon the game came down to the wire it was only Lisa and Tina. When they laid their card down we all discovered that it was a tie. “The girl with the biggest breasts should win.” Tina cheerful playing with her breasts “But Tina, You have the biggest breasts out of all of us.” Kasumi said. “So that means I win.” Tina said jumping up and down.

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.

disclaimer: well i meant to have this finished and out by april 1st (1997). why? well, it's related to that day. now on another note, i've noticed a trend. i tend to write short stories, of just a few pages. why? i just do. i notice other authors write epics. yet, they are jealous of my lack of long pages. they want to write short stories. i don't get it. short stories are easy. epics are hard. to each their own. well anyway, in the past some have complained that my stories are too short. tough. deal. least if they're bad, you didn't spend as much time reading them. that's what i say. and also, well, there is no and also. train of thought derailed. not a good thing in this profession, if i can call it that. more of a hobby since i'm not paid for this. not that i'm griping, i enjoy writing. it's a learning exercise. humm. where was i? oh yeah, this is supposed to be a disclaimer. well if you've read this much of it already, you'll probably read the story and i won't be able to stop you by saying you have to be over a certain age (i think it's 52) before you can go on. if you didn't read all this, you'll probably skip the story, and are too young to read it anyway (so give it to your parents and have them read it to you). note one day my disclaimer will be longer than one of my stories, and then i will have my revenge.

fool for the day

by munch wolf

her breasts grew real big and popped out of her shirt.

ps. see, it happened. my disclaimer was bigger than the story. the joke's on you.

actually, the story is down here. yes, really.

so on a side note, since i have your attention. know why there are bumps around the nipples? instructions in braille. no seriously, try reading, and keep reading, and reading, and oh that feels so good ....

oh sorry, story time. keep going down, there's one somewhere around here. i swear.

further down.

further.

to the right now, 0h yes. that's it. now rub real hard.

heh, you think there's a story in here don't you.

maybe there is, maybe there isn't.

but you're the one wasting time reading.

ok, all the children should be gone now, scared em off. story time.