I was determined to have my prize. It had taken a long time to get it together but I was close to my goal.

The necessary equipment lay ranged around the room: large tank of helium, hose and regulator, lubricants and, glittering prize, Busty Becky. Becky arrived in the mail that morning, wrapped in brown paper. Becky the latex love doll. She came packaged with promises of the ride of a lifetime and various stats about the sizes she could be inflated to and weights she could support at each size. Weight wouldn’t be a problem today.

Vinylady floated imposingly over the battered bad guy. “It should help you in court that the launch codes aren’t compromised,” she reassured him. Her pink and black day costume shone wetly in the noonday sun.

As federal agents dragged Captain Klepto off, however, he cackled, “No, but you will be!”

Prologue

The commercial kept showing up on television several times a day and every day of the week. They kept telling us there was going to be a reality show with a lot of “pop” in it, and it was going to be 12 competing girls and they were still searching for members for the upcoming show in a couple of months. I could hear my sister call from the kitchen, but I always got curious about this show that they are going to air in a couple of months is all about, it didn’t even have a name yet! I kept listening to the commercial “One girl will be popped out of the show every episode!