Female Inflation

"Manda, look at those women there!"  Lynn hissed at me.

I looked over my fashion magazine at the two women walking into the coffee shop.  They were about the same   age, late twenties, older than us.  They were both attractive and both dressed well in designer clothes, one in tight jeans and a loose top, the other in a casual jacket and skirt set in a lovely salmon colour silk blend.

I thought I could pass my lunch hour quietly on a bench on the downtown outdoor mall.  I watched a female clown street performer making balloon animals and handing them out to children and adults.  Watching the balloons swell up and round out from the gas tanks and then being twisted into animals under her deft hands.  I smiled in sympathy, I knew very well what it was like to be inflated.  I was in a good shape right now, my figure only a little enhanced by my powers.  I'd been developing the habit of staying a little inflated, partially to