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"So you can inflate?" she asked me.

I nodded. "Absolutely."

"Okay, but... how does it work?"

"I just breathe in." I demonstrated, the air swirling and filling me. My gut surged out, my backside and chest following immediately after. The armpits of my shirt grew snug on me as the denim of my jeans pulled taut across my legs, and mere seconds later I was a bulging, buoyant version of my old self. Not wanting to leave things half-finished I continued, arms and legs being forced apart before growing wider, then rounder, then being absorbed almost fully by my globular figure.

There were over ten thousand superbeings on this planet and tonight I was going to become one of them.

Tonight I would make my debut as a superheroine. And luckily for me, one of the world’s worst was right below me.

As Vykoo adjusted his dress he flicked through his phone looking at pictures of cats, fake cat ears and tails and various pictures of cat-themed female lingerie, wiggling his large bottom to the beat of his favorite EDM songs, when his loving wife Pastry burst in scaring the living daylights out of him.

"Hey, there my loving husband!" He nearly dropped his phone but luckily saved, he shot his wife a nasty glare as she awkwardly giggled.

“Oh don’t give me that look, I need your help here.” She asked him.

“Hello, Summer Shift, and boy, are we happy to see you two. The average attractiveness of this station’s occupants just spiked big time.”

Outside the airlock, Emma Garcia chuckled. To her left her partner, Maggie Bishop, was shaking her head, her long blond ponytail swirling around in the weightless environment. Emma pressed and held the button on the intercom panel, gripping the nearby handrail with her other hand. “Yeah, speaking of averages, they really don’t want you to come back planetside either, Lopez. Hope you’re good at holding your breath.”