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The old red truck clanked to a stop and Bridgette leapt out, her boots creating a small cloud of sand. Haley smiled visibly. If there was one thing she loved more than partying with her friends, it was camping with them.

“Finally we’re here...” smiled Bridgette

“Hey it only took… three hours? But hey, what do you expect in that piece of junk?” giggled Haley.

Johnny and Emma were a couple. They loved each other and couldn't keep thier hands off each other. Johnny was a fine country lad, strong, handsome, 18, and slim. Emma was a hot city girl, curvy, sexy, 17, and had nice breasts. They were inseparable, and were almost never seen apart. Both of them had a soft spot, a weakness: sweets. When they were together, there was always something sugary between them. It had its affects: a little puffing up, but nothing to bad. Just a little glow, but niether of them cared; they weren't dating each other only for their bodies.

Nathan stepped through the front door, jacket folded over his arm. "I'm home!"

No response.

"Hello?  Maria?" He strained his ears, hearing someone talking in the distance.  Passing through the entryway he entered the living room.  There, seated on the couch with a blanket wrapped around her, morosely watching the news, was Maria.  Approaching, he leaned in, gently resting a hand on her shoulder. "Hey.  Is everything okay?"

Maria let out an unhappy note.

"Bad day?"

She nodded.

"Want to talk about it?"

There was a loud “pop” and a giggle, and Severin knew that one of his fellow prisoners had just exploded.

Severin bobbed at the end of his string, looking straight ahead—all he could do without a neck to turn his gaze—and seeing the terrified expressions of the balloons adjacent to him.

All around him, both inside his field of vision and outside, were other human balloons: once men, now inflated versions of themselves. To the casual observer, they appeared as latex toys, with the barest of human features to indicate their former shapes.