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At night the towering skyscrapers of the city rose out of the neon underbelly like a black hi-tech forest. Among these light-studded monoliths swung a lone feminine figure like a modern-day Tarzan, scanning the city for a place to settle on, she was on a mission. She was the infamous corporate spy known only as Io, feared for her skill at stealing corporate secrets and despised for her contributions towards competing corporations in cutthroat world of hi-tech electronic, chemical, and biological engineering industries.

Lane slammed the door shut behind her, locking it and biting her lip with excitement. She had finally convinced her friend Carrie to let her in the backroom of the party supply store where Carrie worked.

“You know I could get my ass fired for this,” Carrie warned her.

“I’m not gonna tell anyone. Besides, it’ll be worth it, trust me,” Lane replied, rushing to the other side of the room.

If someone tickles you, oh sure, you might like it, but then you start to feel odd.

You feel bloated somehow, how odd.

But it will be odd when you see your breasts getting bigger, swelling like there's no tomorrow.

Then your stomach swells along with your arms looking like overstuffed sauages and fattened

legs.

You think your under a spell with turns out it is.

The man is a warlock, getting to use his powers for his fetish of seeing you blow up.

You now look like a blow-up doll too blown up.

Castle Nool'lab, a forbidding place. Once home to the mighty wizard Vanrill, and his brother, Vanrik..Now the lair of the evil Nyst queen. Sitting upon her thrown, she waved her delicate hand, summoning in her servant, the battle maiden Morgella. The young swordswoman entered. A very small, slight woman it was hard to believe her history of violence. One look into her stone cold eyes, however and you would have no doubt that this person could kill.

"You summoned me, my queen?" Morgella asked, brushing back her long red hair.