Butt Inflation

"I can't believe we're doing this," you say as you watch me uncoiling the garden hose and screwing it onto the spigot. We're both a few beers in, standing in the yard on a warm fall day in swim trunks, and we're about to make some questionable decisions.

"Come on, you keep saying you've always wanted to try it! I promise, it'll be great. It's like a tire pump, but way better," as I lube up the end of the hose and drag it over to you. "Pull down the back of your shorts a little."

You comply, edging down the back of your trunks and bending forward a little.

I walk into our house through the front door.  Stepping into the living with the high, vaulted ceiling, I see you.  You stand in the middle of the room, in a sexy set of red lingerie: thigh-high stockings, a thong, a garter belt, and a bra.  Your luscious brown hair is down, flowing over your beautiful face, slender shoulders, and resting on your curvaceous breasts.  You walk up to me seductively, with a devilish look on your face.  You stand up on your tiptoes and wrap your arms around my head and kiss me passionately.  My hands instinctively

The Joker laughs madly as he strides across the floor of the large, up scale, restaurant and points the gun in his hand and fires.  The inflated sphere with a woman's head atop it begins inflating big once the green blast of light hits her and she looks around worried as the hissing fills her ears.  He laughs again, "Let's  start this party with a bang!!"  He fires two more quick shots at her, the hissing grows louder, and a loud rubber groaning fills the room. "This should be good.  Right, Har?"

Harley smiles, "Sure, Mr. J."