Female Inflation

Kristie smiled, pulling the bag of rice from the cupboard as she prepared to make some sushi for herself and her fiancee. The sushi was carefully made, rolled up with the most delicate of movements and stored away as a surprise. The doorbell rang, alerting Kristie that her company had arrived. With a wide smile she pranced to the door and slid across the wooden floor. The door opened slowly and Meghan walked into the house, looking around to see where Kristie had gotten herself this time. Sqealing in delight, Kristie jumped her fiancee and they both ended up on the floor in a laughing fit.

A chilled breeze brushed along the pale-albino girl’s cheeks. Her short, tomboyish brown hair tussled in the winter winds. The hair on the back of her neck perked up. Fall leaves brushed along the side-walk with a gentle scrape, it followed in the wind of the afternoon while Maya pulled herself along. She wasn’t a big fan of these long, tedious walks that seemed to last a lifetime from her College to home where she still lived with her mother and father, which was a chore on its own – regardless of the actual ‘chores’ she was given.

Deep underground in a small tunnel, a red rubber woman paced impatiently in her confinement. Her name was Poke, a name she was never too proud of: it sounded too much like her specie’s name, the Pooka. She was your average young adult Pooka, red rubbery skin , a clean visor, an expert in all matters of pacing back and forth underground, and a tail-like stubby air nozzle squarely above her butt-cheeks. At a distance, one could mistake her for a human in an odd bodysuit. Poke was rather frustrated at the moment; she had to endure her ten hour shift in one of the watchtunnels today.