Happy New Year!

Merry Christmas!

This is the season of wishing is it not? Mind if I share mine with you today?

Well leaving the real stuff for the real world, on this side of the fence, if I could wish for something, I would wish for a pair of special balloons made as follows:

One would be an anthro female unicorn with soft white fur and sky blue eyes, hair and tail. The other would be a melding of several of my favourites put together. I would like her to have a non-anthro tigress's body but with the breasts placed in the human equivalent location on the chest, a kangaroo's tail, the ears of a vixen, amber coloured eyes, and to be covered in the soft fur of a tiger but coloured a simple dragon's colouring of black with a single sky blue stripe running from the top of the neck, down the chest and all the way to the tip of the tail.

Each of them when fully deflated will not be flat like a normal balloon, but in fact they will be between one to two feet in size and resemble a plush toy, only filled with soft squishy rubber instead of foam.

Next the inflation! Both of them will have several inflation points each inflating their body in a different way, allowing them to be customized depending on the mood of the day. And they would be as follows:
- One in the mouth which inflates them proportionally in size
- One in each breast, inflating their bust
- One in the belly button which inflates them round
- One up the butt which inflates their butt and thighs
- And one on the end of there tails which inflate their muscles.

Their bodies will always be at the perfect softness/tightness and although not unpopable they will be tough to break. They both can achieve a maximum size equal to about a two story house. And should they ever pop by any cause they simply reform instantly to their deflated plushy sizes.


If I were to be allowed another wish, this wish would be to get pounced on by the now giant sized plush toy vixen I mentioned in the past post entitled "The Incentive" found here http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/48686/ since I've been kicking butt in the class that inspired that daydream.


Come to think of it, if I could have just one more wish still, I think that wish would be to replace ... no, scratch that, to temporarily substitute the traditional iconic Santa with a beautiful snow white tigress dressed in a red and white latex outfit. And I would probably like her to be pencil skinny too, just so I could have the excuse to expand her till she was more of a full figured lady.

Yeah, I think that's my holiday wish list. Any questions?

Hehe, what do think, too silly?

And how about you? What's on your imaginary wish list?

I'm sure you know the drill by now, ask me any three questions, no matter how crazy, inappropriate, or just plain random, and I promise to answer it 99.999% truthfully. That's the truth part of the game, for the dare you must repost this and see what people ask you!

Random thought #7

To Seritaph, the man responsible for starting me down this road.

*****

The Hot Balloon Muscle Babe Revenge Squad is a group of professional "snugglers" formed from a diverse group of freelance pneumatic females. Working on rather steep commissions they will seek out their employers target and administer their particular and peculiar sense of vengeance upon them without fail. The only known way to identify any member of this squad is by the single odd weapon they use.

The weapon of choice of the Hot Balloon Muscle Babe Revenge Squad takes on the appearance of a simple and unmarked circular belt buckle with a single dial around its perimeter. With its use a squad member inflates herself in a muscle and breast oriented fashion and then later returns to her normal everyday appearance. How this device works however is a complete mystery.

Even the maximum size the buckle offers to the wearer is unknown as the inflated (or inflating) squad members strangely seem to show none of the usual signs of obeying the laws of physics. Despite this conundrum, current theory believes that the individual's size limit may in fact be determined by her experience in the field; however reports of those suspected to be the most inexperienced of the squad have still tested the very limits of imagination itself. With their strange and mysterious abilities it is suggested that any person coming across a member of the Hot Balloon Muscle Babe Revenge Squad should avoid them and report the sighting immediately.


However it does not look like you will get the chance to do either, because standing there in front of you, right now, looking directly at you, is her.

She is a nine foot tall giantess, a rabbit who towers over you, clad in a black latex body suit that covers her from the neck down and is stretched tightly over her expanded body almost as if it where a second skin. Moreover she begins to use her very appearance against you.

As you stare at her in surprise she moves slowly, poses seductively and reaches for the zipper of her outfit. She starts to pull on it, slowly drawing the zipper down between her breasts, just enough for the tight latex to peel away and reveal the inner sides of her ample bosom underneath. Then as you continue to gaze at her she leisurely makes her way towards you.

She saunters up to you as you stand there motionless. Slowly wrapping her thick arms around you she draws you in tightly against her chest, lifting you off the ground and pinning you against her, where you can not help but to feel her body as she surrounds you.

There you start to notice how warm she is, you feel the soft velvety expanse of her exposed fur and experience her soft balloon like body underneath you and wrapped around you. Then with a grace unexpected of her size and figure, she moves to sit on the floor, to lean against your sofa.

She pulls you down with her, hugging you as she descends, embracing you all the more. She has left you no openings for struggles, not that you wish to struggle any longer, not as the comfortable ambience of your predicament begins to permeate through you. As you calm and ease into her cuddle, she looks into your eyes for a moment and gently nuzzles the side of your face. Then softly she snuggles you throughout the night.

Time passes and all too soon you fall asleep in her arms.


As the sun begins to shine in through your bedroom window, you find yourself in your bed, awaking to a sense of peace and comfort; feeling more relaxed then you have ever felt before. As you leave your bed you look around wondering to yourself if it was all just a dream and leisurely you make your way to the bathroom.

With your head down lost in the memories, you realize she never said a single word; she was nothing but kind and gentle to you. Real or not, you quietly thank her for it all. As you enter the bathroom you look up at your reflection in the mirror and to your surprise you notice something out of place.

Because there on your forehead is a soft pink lipstick mark, the kind left behind from a gentle kiss. It wasn't a dream.

But why? Who was it that sent her? Who did you cross to warrant a visit from the Hot Balloon Muscle Babe Revenge Squad?


The answer is I did, I sent her, simply because I wanted to.

*****

Inspired by these and similar images,
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/231430/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/203799/
And by an IM conversation / roll play with Seritaph,
So remember to blame him for this too.

Sitting there upon the floor, surrounded by thick books and many large piles of paper, a male snow leopard is leaning over a single book, carefully studying the content of its pages.

From behind him, wrapped around his stomach and chest are the arms of a beautiful plush toy vixen. This vixen is both his plush toy and his friend. She is there to help the snow leopard study and because of the soft nature of her plush toy body, she is also his pillow for when he leans back to ponder.

As the snow leopard carefully reads the next difficult page of his book, the vixen hugs him tightly, leans forward and whispers a promise into his ear.

"The more you learn, the bigger I can become. This I promise you."


This is a daydream I had as I studied for a test.

A female lynx decides that she wants to have a little fun this Halloween and buys herself the biggest, buxomest, curviest and most exaggerated hourglass shaped inflatable dragoness costume she could find.

Wanting to try it on, she takes off her clothes, unties her hair, places her glasses on the night stand and dons the main body of her new costume for the first time.

Quickly finding the valve in the tip of the dragoness's tail, she plugs it into her air pump and flips the switch.



What happens next?

It has been a long and hard week of work. Finally it's Friday, finally she can relax, and finally have some fun. Leaving her shoes at the door, her mail and bag on the kitchen table, the Afghan hound loosens her tie and heads for the living room. Closing the curtains and turning on the TV, she prepares herself, she has been looking forward to this moment all week, she has been dying to do this all week. And then ... she simply ... explodes out of her suit. Buttons flying, fabric tearing, and the sounds of a very happy Afghan hound as she lets herself expand with reckless abandonment. She isn't concerned that she just wrecked her suit, she knows she can easily buy another. Right here, right now, she wants this, she wants to feel herself swell up and up and up big, to balloon, and let all the stress of the past week be washed away.

I like wagons with their round wheels and wooden goodness.
Nabbed from Seritaph's wagon after I bonked him over the head with an air tank ... come to think of it, darn it, I forgot to take his wallet!!

. Who are you?
. Are we eternal enemies, sworn to avenge wrongs from the distant past against each other?
. When and how did we meet and were there explosions involved?
. Would you buy me a cheeseburger? Where?
. Give me a nickname and explain why?
. Describe me in one word!
. What was your first impression of me?
. Do you still think the same?
. What reminds you of me?
. If you could give me anything what would it be?
. How well do you know me?
. Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you?
. Would you go jet car racing with me?

I've been itching to ask this ever since I posted my little story in my last journal entry.
[http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/34898/]

How many people would be interested in making their own unique visual interpretation of what they think happens and/or what they see happening shortly after my story ends?

I ask because I really want to see more then just a single person's vision. I want to see how differently each person's work will be from one another's, how differently their styles will look from one another's and how differently their imaginations will work from one another's when working with the same un-detailed scene.


What will your afghan hound look like? What will she be wearing?
What emotions will you try to convey through body language and facial expressions?
Will you add furniture? Will you show the room?
What will your inflatable item look like? A shape? A character? A creature? Something else? Unique?
How big will it be? At what point in time?
How will you, in your style, show these things?
And will you share it with me and the others?

These are the questions I ask of you to either answer or not however you see fit.

I ask that you only put into this the amount of effort that you wish to.

This is not a competition.

Think of this as a request from me to all who may be interested; please draw for me whatever your imagination comes up with, what you see and/or what you see happening, just after my story ends.


Thank you.

It's an early Saturday morning, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, the grass is green, the air smells sweet, and stirring from her sleep a beautiful afghan hound awakes with a big yawn and full body stretch.

"Mmm, good morning world"

Still in her pyjamas she exits her bedroom, makes her way down the hall and into the kitchen, where she fills the kettle and turns it on for her early morning cup of tea. Then slowly, with another yawn, she makes her way to the front door to see what new mail awaits her this fine weekend morning.

"The standard assortment I see, nothing fun as usual, just bills and flyers." she says to herself with a sigh as she empties out the mail box.

"Hmm? What's this?"

There, on the front porch, is a small package wrapped in brown paper.

The afghan picks up the parcel and brings it inside along with her mail.

Heading back into the kitchen she tosses all the bills and flyers on the counter, leaving them to be sorted out later and places the package on the kitchen table.

Making herself a cup of orange pekoe tea, she takes the cup and the package with her into the living room, where she makes herself comfortable on her big soft couch and slowly begins to unwrap her mystery present.

"NO WAY!" she shouts, nearly spilling her cup and spraying the package.

Setting her cup down on a side table and wiping her mouth dry with a sleeve, she quickly searches the remains of the brown wrapping paper for the return address, to confirm that the item inside is indeed what she thinks it is.

"That confirms it!" she says "It's finally here!"

With glee in her eyes and a heart racing with excitement, she opens the box and takes out the single item inside.

It was finally here, the item she had ordered over three weeks ago from the N.O. Awareness Inc. catalogue.

"Oh I can't wait! I have to see it now!"

Sliding off the couch, she lowers herself to the plush carpeted floor below.

She unfolds the item.

Finds the self inflating pull cord and tugs hard upon it.



However, in her eagerness she didn't see the mistake she just made, she didn't see that her new toy isn't quite what she thought she ordered from the catalogue, and she didn't see the warning label on the side of the box that said "Warning: This item inflates to a life sized representation, do not inflate indoors!"


She should have read the package more closely.

... or should she have?

Draw a circle and post the link here.

(... don't ask me why, I don't know either, the voice in my head wasn't very specific)

What would a creature made entirely from scrunched up laundry look like?

Would it be male, female or something else, padded with socks in all the right places?
Would it be the goddess of The Lost Socks, the embodiment of all the socks lost in The Drier, made entirely out of socks?
Would it look like a skunk if it were made up of used and smelly gym wear?
Would it pillage and plunder laundry mats to add new mass to itself to eventually tower over people, houses and cities?
Would it wear clothes?
Would it be fashion conscious or wear other laundry creatures like fur skins?
Would it speak a language we could understand or its own cloth language?
Would it be able to change its shape at will or would it need outside help to refold it into new shapes?
Would it fear washing machines and driers or would they be its equivalent of an amusement park?
Would it resent us for wearing its potential brethren or enjoy the closeness?
Would it swim through water like a fish and fly through the air like a bird?
Would it walk on two legs, four legs, more legs or fewer legs?
Would it be made of dirty or clean laundry?
Would it be jealous of creatures made of water, sand, liquid latex or jello, or befriend them?
Would it be highly intelligent, solving world problems, or dumber then dumb and just add to the smell?
Would two of them together be where new clothes come from?
Would they be known as Laundry Creatures?
Would they be accepted by those whose appearance they emulate?
Would they feed on drier sheets and drink fabric softener?

What would a creature made entirely up of scrunched up laundry be like?
Would you poke it?