Female Inflation

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!”

The glass hit the bar with a muffled thunk and a bit of foam slid down the side as Nadia placed the pint of bitter in front of the patron. He didn't even look up at her as she placed it, instead, he just kept his head down as he drew the glass closer to himself. Long greasy locks of hair hung limply down in front of his face, obscuring it from view. He didn't look around much while he drank his beer, choosing to study his rapidly diminishing beverage and listen to the angry thumping music that came from the bar's stage.