Full Body Inflation

Slacks laid neatly on the footstool, Ashleigh lounged on the couch. She’d lived in a hotel for several weeks now, visiting houses and properties damaged by storms. As an insurance adjustor, she found herself on the move all day every day. From 8pm and after, that time was hers. Still in her white, button-down blouse, she ditched her pants as soon as possible, revealing her silky pink panties. After several small sips from her glass of wine, her stomach gave a soft grumble and Ashleigh clutched it instinctively, paying the sound little mind. 

Sometimes, Luke thought to himself, a lazy day is just what you need. He sprawled across the sofa without a care in the world, idly scrolling through post after momentarily amusing post on his phone, content in the knowledge that he had no plans for the day. He thus felt no need to put any real effort into his appearance, donning a pair of beaten up blue jeans and a random graphic tee, as well as leaving his near shoulder length black hair messy and uncombed.

Lilliandra the Half-Elf thief crept cautiously into the room, checking for traps. She was followed at a safe distance by the Human fighter Tauran and an Elven wizard named Arivul. The had just fought a small group of Goblins and retreated here to take a short break.

“Should’ve brought a cleric,” grumbled Tauran for the fifth time. “We wouldn’t have to stop every few minutes to catch our breath.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” barked Arivul. “None were around.” The group’s magic user cast Arcane Lock on the only door into the chamber, securing it behind him.

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