Breast Inflation

Okay, what was I supposed to do? Here I was nearly 26 and my body still "developing" as it were. It seemed like my condition...the ballooning one...was not subsiding with age and now, whenever I blew up and then deflated, my boobs were staying just a bit bigger than they previously were. There was no more 44GG bustline, nor the 68 inch whoppers I had originally thought would be fun. There was no more 82 inch melons bulging from my blouses. I was stuck currently with a pair of 96 inch dandy's with a MMM bra adjustable in both cup and strap areas if I should increase another 4 inches.

Out in the middle of nowhere, there was this farm that had open slots for employments. This punk brunette Goth girl named Kelly was on her way for an interview for the job openings at this place. She read that this job promises high payments and this immediately catches her attention.

Storm clouds had already begun to gather as the crowd filtered out of the club. It was just after 3am, kicking out time, and the distant sound of thunder crashing echoed through the streets.

Raindrops began to fall, lightly at first, onto the little groups of people waiting for their friends to join them.

The sound of chatter started to drown out as the rain began to fall more heavily, much to the dismay of those just stepping outside.