magic

“Hey, great costume. Gonna pull a rabbit outta that hat, Mandrake?”

“Thanks. Magician’s kinda cliché, bit of a busman’s holiday for me, but I had the cape and hat from work. You look great too. Larry Lawnchair, complete with balloons. Nice. I like the way they bobble as you dance.”

“Work? What? Sorry, I can hardly hear you over the music. Yeah, Larry’s a bit of a hero of mine.”

“Why’s that?”

“I don’t know. Just that kind of follow your dreams thing.”

Joanna made her way down the street toward the tattoo parlour hurriedly, unable to wait for whatever bauble or trinket she desired today. The enormous burden and magnitude of her gargantuan stomach didn’t slow her down at all thanks to the effects of the weightlessness tattoo located on the lower left hand side of her belly, although the size and scale of it certainly disrupted the traffic on the sidewalk, as she made her way through the Saturday morning throngs of shoppers she smashed them aside with the vast bulk of her abdomen.

Sylvia giggled, “This is soo funny!” The 5’6” blonde was laying on a sofa in the living room of her large home, watching an all night marathon of softcore porn comedies on one of the premium cable networks. She was perhaps appropriately dressed for such an occasion, wearing an expensive red bustier, black lace panties, and thigh high black lace stockings.

Barbie was on her way to L.A. with three of her friends. She was just a typical rich and spoiled brat who would always get what she wants. She would usually make fun of people who are less fortunate in anything than she is, and so would her friends, Ana, Diana, and Becca. Barbie had long silky blonde hair with blue eyes and a nice tan to go with it. She wore a white sleeveless shirt, a tight black mini skirt, and black high heels. She had an hourglass figure with B cup breasts and a tiny ass to compliment it.