Clean

It was a day just like any other day.  A high school girl named Amber was walking down the street towards the shopping mall.  As she walked, she twittered her friends on her cell phone.

Spontaneous Human Inflation

On the crisp, sunny winter morning of 22nd January 2020, Graham Donaldson began his usual daily round of reading water meters in the small town of Wellingboro Connecticut.  His first call was to the well-known “blond bombshell” of the district:  Dr Jane Ingoldsby, admired from afar by many a red-blooded male for over a decade.

Spontaneous Human Inflation

She always had a certain sway in her walk. Her hips went back and forth like a pendulum, each inch of her curves wrapped in that tight black dress she always wore at the office. Sometimes she caught me looking. With big round eyes she'd stare back at me and smirk, flicking her black bob-cut hair back as she walked away, never looking away. Alice was her name. A short, fierce, beautiful creature. I'd watched her at my lunch break with loving eyes, my attentiveness oft noticed by my co-workers. They weren't surprised.

Calisea has had a rather pleasant time in Stormwind, having been within the human city's walls for a little under a week now. She didn't get many stares, and was seldom questioned. The first order of business she was given on her mission document was to investigate the engineering segment of the great city, and find out if there were any new weapons being designed, and if these weapons were planned for on-Horde use.