After the first few puffs of air the puma pulled the small underinflated jellybean balloon away from her lips, "I wonder how big you'll get?" Being the impatient cat she was, she started to puff into the balloon over and over. There was a growing rush in her head as she breathed quickly. The urge to see how much it would stretch grew with each breath as it hit it's rated size. Her hollow echoing puffs into the old balloon started to sharpen as its latex tightened, and her heart started to pump a bit faster at the excitement as the lioness knew the balloon wasn't long for this world now. Still, the bang startled her as she was half way through her breath, bringing the spike in hormones from her fear that she wanted.

Holding the balloon's lips in her teeth she muttered, "That was alright... for and old stretched 'loon like that one." Her heart still fluttered a bit, and the head rush from puffing air in and out of her lungs so fast subsided. Her focus now wondered back to the box of used balloons that needed to be disposed of.


Why do I get the motivation to work on things at odd hours of the night? And why is my cursive more legible to me than my print? I haven't used it in years.... But anyway, the last thing on this sketch page is done. I need to work more on hands and proportions, which is what this was about really, trying to redo hands and proportions the same way over and over in rapid succession. Hope you all enjoyed none the less.