Stuffing

"Tradition is there for a reason: it was found good and worth keeping. Change for change’s sake is a sign of Chaos, don’t you agree?"
-- Stirlander Noble

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Stubby figure moved back and forth along the alley, formed by a completely normal human house and a disgustingly tall and plain fence.

"Like, who the hell of this bumpkins would ever make all this planks so smooth?!" Felda was still sweaty from her previous attempt to storm the damned obstacle, breathing heavily from both tiredness and anger.

 Alex was a twig of a girl. She weighed 105lbs. She always wanted to be fat, or inflated. So, when inflating/bloat equipment went on sale with a couple special ingredients, she sprang for it.  

The door flew open as Alexa entered the dorm, moving with a carefree attitude that only came with a total lack of concern about noise complaints.  As Shannon came in behind her she pointed across the room at the incubus before waving. "Yo Lilu, my man!  How's it hangin'?"

Lilu nodded in acknowledgement. "Hello, Alexa.  Everything is as well as it can be."

"A'ight, that's cool." She dropped a metal tray of brownies on the kitchen counter as she breezed through. "Nicole here?"

“Sooooo,” Terrance said suggestively, looking across the table at his wife. “What would you like to do tonight?”

Sophie, taking his meaning, had a sparkle in her eye as she formulated a response. “Well, I am a little tired tonight,” she said with a coy smile. “But you know I always sleep better afterward.”

He huffed, smiling back. “But that doesn’t exactly answer my question,” he said, hinting for her to elaborate. “How do you want to do it?”