Female Inflation

When Sharice awoke, she found herself in a familiar, but suddenly very frightening place. She was completely naked, and despite her athletic physique, she found herself unable to budge the ropes that tied her toned arms and legs down. Looking down, she couldn't see much more than her own sizable breasts. But looking up and side-to-side, she recognised the inside of Laura Overland's backyard shed.

"So, how're those ropes working out for ya?" said Laura, leering over Sharice, who struggled with her bonds.

I couldn't believe that Helia wanted to come back to Texas with me. Summer in New York was pleasant for me, but a New York girl experiencing a Texas summer? But Helia paid for the ticket out of her own money, so I guess I couldn't complain much.

"Ooooo, we're gonna have such fun, Strig," cooed Helia, "I've never been to Texas before. This should be fun."

"There's not that much to do, where I'm from Helia," I said, "You'll just get bored."

The flat was dark, dank, and the curtains were drawn, the light shining through just a crack to illuminate the mess. It was strewn with empty coffee cups, half empty cider cans, various women's magazines, general letters and papers, and old takeaway boxes. Against a wall was a battered chesterfield brown leather sofa with an old blanket on it. A ginger tabby cat laid curled up on the window sill.