Female Inflation

Cheryl was sitting, bored, on a wet Tuesday afternoon. She knew she ought to do something creative with her day off, but inspiration was just not coming. "Forget it" she thought, "I'll grab a bath and achieve things later". As she undressed, she ran her fingers down her smooth stomach and up to her breasts. "Such a lovely feeling, it's just a pity they're so small". As she continued to stroke her breasts, the nipples began to stiffen. She started to remember the games she used to play in the bath when she was in her teens.

Sara cast an annoyed glance at her friend Lindsay, her view obstructed slightly by the pink swell of her own bulging cheeks.  The slender blonde was giggling incessently as she held down the trigger on the miniature air compressor clutched in her hand, her wide, full-lipped mouth pulled into a gleeful, mischievious grin.  Sara rolled her eyes and chomped irritably on the hose that Lindsay had thrust into her mouth, wincing as she felt the seams on her shirt start to give.  The black Guinness t-shirt had always been one of the tougher articles of clothing in Sar