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Amanda runs a brush through her long brunette hair in front of the mirror as she gets ready for work.

"Damn I look good, too bad it goes to waste in an office job that makes me wear such unflattering clothing." she says while pressing her hands to her skirt and smoothing out the wrinkles. She takes a few more minutes just gazing at herself in the mirror, how her black button-down blouse stays snug to her figure, but doesn't show off her chest. She turns around to look at her ass in the mirror and sighs. The skirt makes her look flat in the butt, much flatter than she really is.

Calisea's desire for a hasty departure to Stormwind was halted by the Shattered hand, much to her dismay. Her guild had taken the liberty of having her fitted for some human sized clothing, Calisea having been forced to also endure an unbelievably boring lecture on human culture by an orc elder. At last, the guild deemed her prepared for her lengthy task, Calisea packing for what could be a very long time away from home.

Have you ever heard of fashion runways? Well for certain kinds of people, mainly girls, there’s a special kind of fashion runway called the Inflation Fashion Runway. Girls age 16 to 21 can participate in the fashion runway, only if they can take the pressure. Let’s go on to the story of one particular girl named Kayla.

It was Monday and I was back to work, all I could think about was going home and inflating. Some time, during lunch, I sat at my desk, and decided I needed to call my discovery something. Later that day, while getting ready to go home, I was stopped by security. I was escorted to the presidents’ office. He was an older gentleman with gray hair, brown eyes, tired face and a course voice from all the cigar smoking in his years. They security guard escorted me to the chair and I sat down. Hans, he began, so did everyone else, no one like to say my full name.