I was determined to have my prize. It had taken a long time to get it together but I was close to my goal.
The necessary equipment lay ranged around the room: large tank of helium, hose and regulator, lubricants and, glittering prize, Busty Becky. Becky arrived in the mail that morning, wrapped in brown paper. Becky the latex love doll. She came packaged with promises of the ride of a lifetime and various stats about the sizes she could be inflated to and weights she could support at each size. Weight wouldn’t be a problem today.
