Wip of one of this month's raffle stories. Some good Himeno gassy inflation. Mostly done, just needs an edit run and a few additions.
"Shouldn't this feel wrong? Why does it feel right?" Himeno stood in her bedroom admiring her own form in the mirror. Himeno sat in her apartment, watching the lights of the city whizz by her shuttered windows, beams of white danced across her walls with the passing cars.
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