The start of an inflation story. The character doesn't inflate yet. The story seemed to be a good idea at first but now I don't really like it.


Sonya entered the room with her neck-long, fluffy, brown hair swaying as she closed the door. A jaded look in her soft, hazel eyes and a frown on her tender face would let anybody know that she didn’t care much for coming here. Her friend, Kyle had asked her to look after his home while he was away on a vacation. In one of her hands was a piece of paper. It was a list Kyle wrote filling it with a few mundane tasks for Sonya to do from retrieving the mail to making sure all the lights in the cottage were off. One item on the list was underlined. Knowing Kyle, it was probably the most important task of them all. She had to feed his collection of fish.
She looked around. It was the largest room in the cottage and there were fishbowls and aquariums lined up against the wall. Above them was a wooden shelf holding even more aquariums. In each one were fish from every corner of the world from the icy, northern glaciers to the vast oceans of nowhere to garden-variety fish found in the lake they lived near. In the center of the room was a large pool housing some of Kyle’s bigger fish. At her feet was a layer of sand Kyle brought from a trip to the coastline covering the floor, to make it like the ocean, she guessed.
Sonya didn’t like fish. It was reason enough to stay away from the lake. Being in a room with a wet, slimy bunch of them looking at her and having to feed them all didn’t help. She quickly crept between the aisles of fish and reached the five-foot wooden cabinet positioned on the other side of the room. She opened the cabinet and took out one of many boxes of fish food. Printed on one of the boxes, as well as the others, was a picture of a smiling fish with a fork and knife in each hand-like fin with a bib tied around its head. She took a few minutes at each tank to sprinkle a little food onto the water’s surface. As many as there were, it was such a chore. It took nearly an hour.
Just as she emptied out the last of the box having fed the last of the fish, there was a ringing from the bell in Kyle’s Parcel room and right on schedule, she realized. She tossed the finished fish food box into the room’s wastebasket and happily left the room she dreaded so much. She went into the musty room and found the bin, just before the mail chute leading outside, filled with letters from family and friends along with his monthly Fung Shei specialty magazine. However, from removing the letters and setting them on Kyle’s writing desk, Sonya found a white cardboard box underneath on the base of the bin.
She took the package and set it on the floor preparing to examine it. Wrapped at it’s top was a label that read: Special Delivery from the Happyquarium Fish Exchange, Handle with Care. She took a pair of scissiors from Kyle’s desk and cut open the top of the box. Upon lifting the cardboard flaps, she discovered a plastic bag full of water and a paper note riding with it.
She unfolded the note and read it. Dear Kyle, as our number one customer, we of the Happyquarium Fish Exchange are proud to present you (free of charge) with our official “Fish of the Century”. It is none other than the rare, exotic, one-of-a-kind White-Striped Quill Flounder. Instructions and a month’s worth of supplies are included in the package. We hope you like it. Sonya put down the note and chuckled knowing that Kyle would’ve been overjoyed if he were here. She carefully grabbed hold of the bag by its handle and lifted it out of the box all the while keeping her distance.
It wasn’t like any fish she had ever seen. No fish in the lake, nor Kyle’s collection could even compare with this creature. The fish inside took up most of the bag’s interior. It looked rather bloated and overstuffed streaching out the blue and white stripes on its body. The creature was covered with a coat of pointy quills, which might’ve explained its name. It had a gruff, intimidating expression in its eyes at soon as it caught glimpse of Sonya through the transparent container walls looking as if it didn’t take kindly to her or maybe anybody in particular. It appeared ready to attack her if she touched it, not that she was planning to. Holding the bag alone was bothersome enough for her.
Even so, she took the flounder into the fish room and looked around. Every tank and fishbowl was already occupied and putting the flounder in the pool with those bigger fish didn’t seem like a good idea. There was no room for another fish, especially one like this. She put down the bag and left the room to look for something. Her search led her to find something she could use sitting in the closet but it wasn’t perfect. She came back with an old, glass jar that had carried marbles when Kyle had it but now Sonya emptied it and it was filled with water from the washroom, perhaps just big enough to hold the Quill Flounder. She put down the jar and prepared herself. Getting the fish into the tiny jar was going to be tricky. She would hate to get her blue, silken dress wet. She began to grumble to herself wondering why she was even foolish enough to wear it here. She stopped and resumed to the fish. Holding the bag and standing over the jar, She opened the bag, tipping it slowly against the jar at first then carefully poured.
Halfway through, the flounder had just slid out of the bag and was headed towards the jar when… OW, squealed Sonya. The founder went at her and one of its quills had punctured her hand. As the fish splashed into the jar, Sonya stepped back rubbing her hand. It started to feel fuzzy and numb. The flounder mindlessly splashed about in its minuscule space not caring the least as she tended to her hand. It was hard to focus however. She started to feel a strange pressure within. She tried to ignore it but it was becoming stronger.

and then she inflates.

Sounds fun ^_^

It sounds pretty good. Seems like kind of a tease to stop right at the part where the inflation starts, though ^_^

Well, that was fairly terminating...

'and then she inflates'.....lol :rolleyes: ^_^

Looks like a good story...looking forward to seeing a little more. :thumbsup:

But now, I'm not in the mood to finish it.

Well, when you are, you know where to find us... I have my fingers crossed for a... loud ending

I, of course, am the Yin to his Yang. Big and tight, stuck that way, would be my desire... ^_^

But I do agree, when you are ready, and no sooner... :thumbsup:

Jester is simply glad Twilight has twilight returned.

Jester cannot control Jester in Jester's desire for an interesting continuation of Twilight's twilight story.

I don't really want to finish the story now. I don't really like it anymore. If somebody wants to finish the rest of the story and name it, go ahead. Or if you want to change it a little and then finish it, I suppose you could. Do it if you want.