Female Inflation

We sat on my ugly gold-fabriced couch (some day I was going to get rid of it but since it was one of the only pieces of furniture in my apartment living room I figured it would have to stay) and looked through one of my photo albums. We sat close, peering into the large stiff pages of an album that held pictures of me from late grade school, junior high and high school right up through 12th grade graduation. You munched from a shallow bowl of potato chips, the bowl resting on the top of my huge boobs, the bowl setting on my torpedoing tits as if on a large two-humped shelf.

Now that ten years had passed, Charlie Bucket thought it was high time for a reunion.

He was surprised she had shown up at all. And when she did, she appeared so desperate. She wanted his and Veruca's approval more than anything. She wanted it so bad she took the pill.

It was a fizzy-lifting concentrated pill. At least it was for him and Veruca.