- a fanfiction of inflating, transformative haplessness - The last thing Mii would ever consider herself was a typical heroine. A bikini-bearing blonde bombshell jogged with determination into the open warehouse, thankful her oversized bustline never seemed to weigh her down as they bounded about chaotically within her orange bra. She always felt out of place, being a relatively normal tomboy in possession of an ancient goddess' body, but she never let it deter her when threats fell upon her town. When tasked with chasing down a pesky demon the size of her fist, its tendency towards awkward pranks didn't slow her from wanting to rid her community of its unfriendly presence. The buxom dancer panted a bit from the continuous trek, her chase leading her into an industrial area that seemed to produce and maintain all manner of inflatable objects. The sight of a near-nude vixen bobbing about must've seemed quite out of place, lucky that she seemed to be alone with her prey given the

- a fanfiction of inflatable senselessness - Etna could recognize that bright image anywhere. The blonde hair, white cloak and red leotard of a perky angel girl stuck out like a sore thumb, especially in the realm of demons. What made her even more obvious was the enormous, complex looking machinery that she had somehow dragged into the dark forest's opening, perking the villainous girl's ears a bit. The slim and slender demoness approached with fists to her hips, eyebrow cocked in confusion. "Flonne, what are-" "Eek!!" The scantily-clad vassal reared back in shock as Flonne nearly leapt off the floor, wheeling around with a panicked look on her face. She swung her arms wildly in a rather pitiful attempt to distract from the device she was tinkering with. "Nothing!! I mean - Miss Etna!? W-What are you doing here?" "Well..." Etna blinked with a dismissive glance, pinning her hands back to her lack of lovehandles. "This is where we always meet up... for some reason." "Uhm, that's