Cancun Balloon

[SoylentOrange]

"You sure you're all right, honey?" Susan Morales' husband asked her as she sat in the lobby of their hotel. Snorkeling at night off the shores of cancun had sounded like a great idea on the plane, a good idea on the bus, an okay idea on the boat when it started to rain, and a terrible idea when the lightning had started coming down, but she'd done it anyways. After all, it was already paid for.
"I'm fine, honey," She said, rubbing her stomach. When the lightning struck, her whole world had gone white and she'd felt her scuba tank release, but they went to the hotel doctor as soon as thy'd gotten back and she'd seemed fine. She still felt tingly, but she supposed when lightning hits the water a dozen feet above you, mere tingles should be a relief. "Just... gimmie a couple minutes and I'll be fine," she said. "After all, it's the first day of the vacation- this means we used up all our bad luck early, right?"

[SoylentOrange]

"Whoof!" Susan exclaimed as she flopped down on the hotel couch again. "Good grief, those mosquitoes nearly ate me alive out there."
"I guess that's what you get for tramping through the jungle all day, love," Her husband said, playfully pushing on her shoulder.
Susan smiled at him. "Well, I guess we put back whatever the mosquitoes sucked out of us and then some at the buffet," She laughed, rubbing her belly. "I feel so full I could pop!" And in point of fact, susan *was* feeling extremely full- perhaps even a little... puffy all over. But hey, vacation calories don't count, right? She was supposed to enjoy herself.

[SoylentOrange]

"I swear this blasted heat is making my clothes shrink!" Susan exclaimed as she sat down in the hotel lobby, tugging on her top. "Damn things were just about cutting me in half on that cliffside hike today!"
Susan's husband made as noncommital a grunt as he could manage and still have it count as an answer. Looking at his wife's figure, he wouldn't be able to fault the clothes under oath. His wife was just... *bigger*, all over, not fat but wider, like an over-stuffed sock-puppet, her arms, legs, stomach, breasts, even her cheeks noticably more convex than he'd ever remembered her, even when she'd had her first child. Sure, everyone puts on vacation pounds, but so many, and so fast? It just didn't make sense.

[SoylentOrange]

"What do you *mean* there's no doctor?" She exclaimed, holding her bloated stomach firmly but delicately, like she was carrying a nine-month baby. Although, her husband thought as he looked at her, it was probably closer to a nine-year baby.
"Honey, you wanted 'remote', and, well, this is remote. *really* remote. They said the soonest the doctor could get here would be tomorrow morning."
Susan's brow furrowed. "Can't we take a taxi or something? I look like I'm gonna pop!"
"Where on earth are we going to find a taxi at this hour?" Her husband asked, throwing his arms to the side. "Does chitty-chitty-bang-band give rides?"
"Don't get smart with me," Susan scowled, "Or I'll make you piggyback me into town."
Susan's husband feared neither of them would survive such a trip.

[SoylentOrange]

"Stupid airline! Where do they get off?" Susan ranted as she sat in the hotel lobby, her efforts at fleeing for an american doctor stymied by an over-sold flight. "That quack said I was fine, does this look fine?! I need to get to a *real* doctor, not one that moonlights as a butcher ora barber or a tv repairman!"
"Honey," her husband ventured, "I offered you my seat, that would have been two..."
"So you can gallavant around cancun for the rest of the vacation with scantily-clad beachgoers while your hippopotamus wife lays in the hospital? No thanks."
"But honey, they said the next available flight might not be until the weekend is over..."
"I don't care if I have to get an entire row of seats to myself, I'm not leaving back for america without you." She frowned down at her expansive, bloated figure, then glared up at her huspand again. "Hell, the way I'm going you could probably stick a sail in my cleavage and float us all the way back to conneticut."

[Kevin_Generic]

i don't know about anyone else but those are almost so light i can barely make anything out

[Xtrem]

Well, I'm able to see. Woot seems to be the artist here.

[SoylentOrange]

It's just how he does 'em. Not much I can do about it. ^^;

[Sephie]

Photoshop burn. Or photoshop mess with contrast.

[humble.fool]

I tried to darken them up a bit, but it just introduces too much noise into the images.

[w_oo_t]

This isn't art I thought would be seen publicly, so it's still in the hard-to-see sketch stage. All of this was done in iscribble.

[56kowboy]

regardless still looks awesome