Critical Volume

Sarah waited as the trio of athletes walked up the bleacher stairs leading to the VIP area where she was seated.  As they arrived, the reporter realized that Sandy's presence was commanding even in a lack of inflation, especially when viewed from a seated position.  The voluptuous six-foot woman towered over her as the three sidestepped through the aisle to seats adjacent to the reporter.  Sandy would be considered curvy at half her present dimensions.  As she uncomfortably watched Sandy's voluminous, heavy chest bobbling past her, Sarah wondered if s

As Sandy and Laurie led Sarah back to the locker room, Sarah began to hear noises of activity: the rush of compressed gases, lockers opening, lockers shutting, the hum of many voices of conversation, and the occasional laugh of a shared joke. The sounds themselves left Sarah completely unprepared for the sights that met her eyes as the trio entered the locker room.

Sarah collapsed back into her office chair as she returned from lunch. She hadn't had as long to eat as she usually liked, but her editor, Ted, had made it clear earlier that he had a new story that he wanted her to get started with. Anxious to find out what it was, she picked up her phone and dialed her voice mail.