Breast Inflation

I woke up surrounded by a group of incredibly huge-breasted women.

Now, that's not unusual in itself; that happens to me a lot. But the strange thing was the way they were dressed. They seemed to be wearing multicolored uniforms of a spandex-like material bearing various military insignia. They had strange headsets that looked like com-links, and their long hair flowed freely from beneath these headsets.

One of the women, a tall brunette, spoke into her com-link. "He's up."

I glanced down, wondering what she meant, but then I realized she meant I was awake.

Ana closed the door behind her and flopped down onto the sofa. This day had taken more then it's fair share of her energy to get through, and all she really wanted now was to take a long, hot bath. Thumbing through the mail that had been deposited outside her door, she found a package that contained no return address. She shook it lightly, and the only thing she could hear was the rustle of the brown wrapper. Curious, she opened it to find a box with the picture of balloons all over it. After examining it, she opened it as well. Inside were three uninflated balloons.