Full Body Inflation

The night was dark. Gentle currents of wind fluttered past. Warm. Even comforting. A pair of dark eyes caught the moonlight and sparkled.

Sarah walked quickly down the empty silent street. Occasionally she looked behind. No one followed it was deadly quiet. A slight breeze blew ruffling her red tartan skirt slightly in the wind. Sarah was glad that she wore her high socks to keep her slim little legs covered. Her white blouse offered the warmth she needed against this summer night.

Jen was excited. And when Jen was excited, things got interesting. She was gorgeous. She was tall, had large, perfect breasts, a heart shaped rear, and long blonde hair. Men AND women usually stopped and stared as she walked by. Yet, she was quite single. She always felt too good for prospective dates and almost always spent her nights alone. Well, after awhile, things get old. She had to resort to stranger and stranger methods to keep herself... happy.

Fleur hugged her knees, eyes languishing on the various needles and gauges set in the gray metal walls, and gave another long, heartfelt sigh. Fully twelve atmospheres remaining, by what she could tell. Or, by a more relevant metric, a half-dozen more hours steeping in ennui inside the tiny decompression chamber. She should be grateful, she knew. Relish a bit of boredom after the mishap earlier that day, from which only quick reactions and some impressive new technology had saved her. But that was the sort of thing that happened five hundred feet beneath the surface.