*PHHBBT* went her ass... again.

Angela looked around at her friends, all clothed in pajamas, staring at her, bewildered.

"Damn Angela, how much gas DO you have???" Natali shouted, waving a hand in front of her face to fan away the smell.

"You're gonna kill us all!" exclaimed Sarah, coughing.

Angela blushed deep red. "I'm sorry... I dunno what's wrong with my stomach..."

"If you're gonna off us all, at least don't do it while we're at a sleepover! You know, trying to have fun???" Sarah said.

Over the next week, Felix found himself lying on his bed at night, with the image of Imogen, fully inflated and helpless, occupying his thoughts. Each time, the image was destroyed by that freakish Dreda, kicking Imogen until she burst, giving her no chance to defend herself. Imogen had been so helpless, so vulnerable, so powerless--and Dreda had been so cruel, so merciless, so totally in control...

Felix didn’t know what to expect when Imogen led him deep into the decrepit building, although he wouldn’t have guessed that it involved inflating women.

Most of the passageways were sparsely lit, so Felix stayed close behind her, checking out the backside of her jeans as they got closer to the screaming crowd. They seemed to be screaming “Blow! Blow! Blow!” with various other voices shouting encouragement or the more enigmatic “Pop her! Pop her!”

This stories starts like so many before it, a evening like any other the sun going down on the small town of barrington , the stars begin to light the night sky the moon beaming what little light it has to offer upon the earth.

But one star streaks across the sky so small it is hardly noticed except by one.

She had been watching the night sky as if to wish on a star of which she did as she watched it soar and even crash seeing the slight glow of it she cant help herself but to seek it out.