Female Inflation

Hello there, old friend. It's me; don't be alarmed. No one else is here, they can't hear me anyway.

Now, I'd apologize for disturbing your slumber, but it already appears to be disturbed enough. You weren't sleeping. Maybe tossing and turning, tangling yourself in the sheets, perhaps, trying to exhaust yourself, but certainly not sleeping.

You seem unfulfilled, my dear. That's why I'm here. That's why I always arrive. You know that.

Now, I know you need your rest, but you also need your needs met, so let's get started, shall we?

Her watch beeped three times, signaling seventy-five percent ripeness.

"Paul!" Jessica called out, flapping her arms on the bloated sides of her filling form. "Paul, it's time! Hurry!"

The sound of rushed footsteps could be heard coming down the hallway, panting breath coming from her best friend as he turned the corner, holding onto the doorframe. He pulled up his brown shorts, adjusting his round fogged glasses on his face. "I'm...here!" He said between deep breaths.