Butt Inflation

Shontay disgustedly turned off the television. As a witch in the Nth Dimension, she watched Charmed on the WB network only so that she could shake her head at the grossly ignorant portrayal of witches. Real witchcraft was nothing like that. Oh, sure, she could write a letter to the WB, but somehow that wasn't gratifying enough. With a smirk, she vanished from her throne, traveling from the Nth Dimension and into Earth's dimension, one that real witches knew as "The Bob Dimension." (Not all dimensions had mysterious sounding names.

(Author’s note: Bob and Mary experimented with a substance called felium or female helium a few months ago.  Its floatation properties are twice that of helium, but half the density.  Not a lot is required to achieve human lift.  They also discovered that after a month of taking felium pills, their bodies had adsorbed the felium and could produce it at will.

The day was like any other day, warm, sunny and blue.  Bob was returning home from work at his usual 6pm.  He worked like most others, nine-to-five and had a commute.  Bob was an average guy with a wife and two kids; the quintessential husband, father.  Normally he comes home, goes to the bedroom

"Honey, are you about ready?" you called from downstairs. "Just about! Be down in a minute!" I called out, still standing before the mirror on the oak dresser. I stand there with my one-piece outfit, a tight little black dress you had picked out for me. It is very elegant, hanging loosely in gentle folds of black fabric and v-shaped in the front. It hugs my shapely hips and stops an inch above my knees.