Male Inflation

Pete was a tall, buff, blonde haired guy, with a beard looking much like a blonde version of Lou Ferrigno from back in his Hercules days. Pete was a mechanic, the term being used lightly, as to the annoyance of his coworkers Pete was a real slacker. Pete was always on his phone or chatting up the female customers who came in, entrancing them with his bulging biceps or how his shirt strained against the movement of his rounded pecs or even with his sheer height as he beamed down at them his white teeth and pale blue eyes.

Alexis smiles as she does her makeup and brushes her long brown hair. She adjusts her low cut black top to display her modest b-cup cleavage and admits to herself she looks pretty hot for the age of 44. She checks her butt in the mirror and declares herself ready to go to work.

Vincent sighs as the lights of the city shine brightly behind the super skyscrapers around him and he adjusts his back leather coat as he walks. His hand self-consciously checks the firearm holstered in it's shoulder holster in the right side of his coat. He rarely uses it, but is comforted to have it there none the less. A warm wet wind blows across him as he walks across the walk pass way and hover cars zip over head.