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.

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.