Female Inflation

Her name was Casey, and she was beautiful. Her face wasn't a perfect circle, but it wasn’t an oval. Somewhere in between. She had an attractive, slim figure. A tone stomach. A juicy ass and fertile hips. She had beautiful, shiny, round eyes. Her nose wasn’t too big, and it wasn’t abnormally small; it was perfect. She had perfect eyebrows too. And her lips were perfect as well; not too thick, and not too thin. She had dirt blonde hair that extended four inches below her shoulders. Everything about Casey was perfect. Except one thing.

It was an old machine, the wood nicked, the lacquer yellowing from age, and the brass tarnished.  Behind the panes of glass was an animatronic wizard behind an opaque crystal ball, his threadbare robes and the paint on his porcelain face faded from the sun.  Atop the wooden cabinet was a sign.  "TOZLAR THE POWERFUL," it read.