Female Inflation

Shelly had never thought herself to be a good shrink. She was nervous, narrow-minded, lacking in people skills. Often she was afraid of the patients she treated. Yet all of her colleagues commended her skills, sometimes jealously, sometimes grudgingly, but always sincerely.

Amanda was a shy girl. She had a huge wild side hidden somewhere inside her that she never had the courage to let out. She was attractive though not well endowed to say the least. With A cup breasts and no real curves she didn’t consider herself to be attractive whatsoever. She had long black hair that fell to her shoulder blades. At the age of 22 she had gotten a job doing odd jobs for a business whose purpose she was not exactly sure of. She was sure it had something to do with chemistry or something along the lines of that.

When Valerie first stepped into the old bookstore, a smell of mildewed paper slapped her in the face. A bell rang on the door, signaling her entrance, which made the man at the desk look up. He eyed the young beauty, noting the skimpy halter-top she was wearing on this warm spring day. It pushed her large breasts together, forming some spectacular cleavage that the elderly gentleman hasn’t witnessed in decades.

“Come in, young lady,” he said gesturing her to enter the store.

“And I would just like to know sexies, “Who says blondes have more fun?”” said Bambi laughingly as she finished up her BE video for her site. “Wow! I got pretty big that time” she said as she began to take the balloons from out from under her shirt. “I’ll have to get a bit bigger next time, if I want to impress those sexies”. She plopped down on the couch and began to examine her “Brunettes Do It Better” t-shirt that she had just so recently filled out. “Man this thing is a pretty strong shirt to hold all that in” she said with certain content with her shirt.