Female Inflation

Carrie fought the urge to look at the man that she knew to be staring at her.

It was just another creepy guy getting his kicks she guessed. She got it all the time, but never let it get to her. She knew she had what guys wanted, but she used her feminine powers for good.

"That'll be three fourteen please," the man behind the counter said.

The Boeing 767 taxied out onto the ramp and began to lumber its way to the runway for take-off. Jayne Madigan stretched out in the seat of the first class section of TransAtlantic Airlines flight 7620 from Heathrow to JFK. This was much better than the economy seating she had had on the flight from Munich to London. On that previous flight she had almost been unable to sandwich herself between the seats. As the aircraft increased speed towards its lift off, she thought back over the events of the past two weeks.

It had all come down to the final round. After the swimsuit competition, a new Ms. Halestead High would be chosen. Unlike the normal run of the mill fame, fortune and the choice of any guy that the winner cared to go out with, there was something a bit more personal this time. The two leading contenders had a grudge match going.

"Well, Veronica. How do you feel?" Chad asked, looking nervously at the time. "It's still quite a while before the finals and the swimsuit competition. Think you can make it?"

Charles looked at his watch. It was almost midnight. The last customer came by shortly after dinner. That's what I get for working late shift at a fill up station, he thought. He picked up a magazine and started reading. Halfway through the first article the bell rang, signifying a customer. He looked up. Stepping out of a beat up chevy was probably the tallest woman he had ever seen, taller even then him. She had flowing blonde hair that came down to her petite waist, and her short mini-skirt revealed almost all of her shapely legs.