I puffed out my cheeks slowly, holding my breath as I felt them tighten and firm, savoring that delicious pressure. Before me, the inflatables awaited: soft, colorful, fragile. I blew into them again and again, watching them grow, inflate with each breath I took. My hands squeezed them, caressed them, but it wasn't enough. I climbed on top, pressing down with my full weight, feeling them give way beneath my feet, creaking and deforming. The tension mounted; the sound of the stretching plastic excited me. I squashed, pressed, jumped mercilessly until finally… they burst. The air escaped in a rush, and I smiled, satisfied, enjoying every second of their destruction.
