Female Inflation

"Rebecca!" Karen waved as she walked down the beach. "Wow, I didn't expect you to be here."

Rebecca turned, smiling as she saw her friend. "Karen, hi!  Nice swimsuit."

"Thanks, you too."

"Oh, this old thing?" She plucked at it. "I only wear this when I feel like a balloon."

"I... can't say that's ever happened to me."

"Oh, well I could show you, then." She waved her away. "Just be sure to stand clear, okay?" With that, she cracked her knuckles, took a deep breath, put her thumb in her mouth and blew.

Joseph sighed as he listlessly clicked through another page of images, head propped up on his hand as he leaned on the desk.  The silence and privacy of the dormitory during the weekends left him with ample time to himself, though recently this was often spent on the computer for lack of anything better to do.  It wasn't that he didn't like the quiet - it beat being woken up at 3 AM by his dorm mates stumbling in - but rather that the quiet and solitude began to emphasize more and more just how alone he was.

She strode barefoot across the sands, wavy black hair blowing in the wind behind her.  Tall, tanned, and athletic, her red one-piece swimsuit hugged her form, leaving nothing to the imagination.  It was a clear day, and the beach had more than a few visitors, some of whom had noticed her arrival.  She knew she would attract attention - and even more, soon enough - though she paid it no mind.  What others thought, or would think, was of no concern to her.