Belly Inflation

Whitney smiled as she sped down the highway in her red convertible Sunfire. The top
back, wind in her hair, Whitney shot towards Lindsay's house. She rubbed her still-slightly-
swollen belly. She was a bit stretched out from the previous night’s endeavors. She took a
deep breath of the sea air and wondered what Lindsay would look like after five years. Last
time Whitney had seen her, she was a rather slim dirty blonde haired girl with modest curves.
Her bright green eyes always seemed to shine through the night. Whitney crossed the bridge

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.