Squeak

by Vera Valentine

Being able to turn into balloon animals at will wasn’t much of a superpower, all told, but it saved us a great deal on rent.

preparing to inflate me too,

With deft fingers, and several assurances nothing hurt, she’d twisted Kean’s shaft into a temporary row of small, round bubbles instead of the thick column that both she and I were so fond of.

to find out all the ways that two balloons and an open-minded, mostly-human woman could twist themselves up in pleasure.