Male Inflation

"Quickly now, we don't have much time."

Still gazing into me with that mischievous smile of hers, she reaches over and sets the fizzing concoction back down on the dimly lit kitchen counter. I smile back, losing myself in her magical eyes - still not quite believing what I've been told; bewildered at how she knew, at how she new so much.

"No complaints here," I whisper.

I strolled down the row of racers, the sponsors and the sponsors’ painters, already hard at work on the costumes. I nodded casual greetings to the other racers. Jenny, a longtime friend and former lover, was already getting her logo painted on her belly--a large AT&T logo, plus several other smaller sponsors’ logos.

“You’re lucky to snag them,” I said. “How much for?”

“Three million plus endorsements and commercials. Who’d you get?”

I told her. She laughed.

A tribute to the wonderful Alec Delux and his wicked mind, which brought us the original story.

Just a mere mile away from the old temple where Kamiko and Tomoko resided was small deep lake. The shoreline was nice and shallow, but the middle of it dipped down at least twenty feet below the surface. It was early in the morning and the sun had just broken off from the horizon to fill the sky with sunlight.