Female Inflation

As Dawsie leapt into a pair of sweatpants, I wondered into the living room. It was a mess. The aftermath of Dawsie’s brief inflation had left most of the furniture turned on its side, pictures hung crooked on the wall, books had fallen from their shelves and the contents of the living room cabinets were emptied onto the floor. The latter, I’m guessing, was the result of Dawsie’s frantic search for the antidote. The small vile that once contained the antidote lied sideways on the floor. Empty.

Elysa was having what could very well have been the best day of her life. The heavyset blond girl usually got by doing odd jobs for the Stormwind guard; hunting pests, harvesting lumber, and other relatively boring, simple tasks. Today, however, she found work that incorporated her unique fetish...from an unlikely source.

"So...who's this friend of yours?"

Cathy squeezed Claire's hand gently as the couple walked down the greater part of London's downtown areas. The two hit it off quite well, and much to both of the girl's amazement, Catherine had enjoyed the pneumatic experience Claire visited upon her. Now matters turned more to business, and the two were off to visit one of Claire's friends to help increase the woman's ability to inflate women.

Sandra’s Balloon Shop was extremely successful, at it had every right to be – after all, it provided a must-win recipe of original balloon colors, creative shapes, a large selection featuring all sizes and, of course, the lovely, alluring saleswoman and owner, Sandra. In recent weeks, the store had been continuously flooded with customers and Sandra knew that it was time for expansion.