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[[Image:Hindenburg.jpg|thumb|right|300px|The destruction of the Hindenburg.]]

[[Image:Hindenburg.jpg|thumb|right|300px|The destruction of the Hindenburg.]]

The '''Hindenburg (LZ 129)'''  was the largest [[aircraft]] ever to fly (along with a sister aircraft), having a length nearly as long as the [[Titanic]] and more than three times as long as a [[Boeing 747]]. The Hindenburg weighed a massive 242 tons. The Hindenburg was a Zeppelin design, an engineering masterpiece. It was designed to be filled with non-flammable [[helium]] rather than flammable [[hydrogen]] to make it lighter than air and capable of carrying passengers across the [[Atlantic Ocean]].

      Bathed in perpetual twilight, the forests of Ashenvale was home not only to a plethora of vicious beasts, but also one of the primary territories the night elves called home. Calisea ran barefooted through the back paths of the feral land, searching for her target location. She had been given a task that sounded simple enough; find the Silverwing Sentinel grove, and deal with the women in whatever way she saw fit. She slowed as she approached the mark on her map, rolling it up and shoving it in her satchel. Calisea crept as quietly as she could, several oddly glowing bottles strung along her belt, the soft clinking of glass the only noise she made.

When the Nazi regime came to power, among the actions taken by the United States was a law prohibiting the sale of helium and other resources to [[Germany]] in the 1930s, therefore the Hindenburg was filled with the flammable [[hydrogen]] to make its flights to the [[United States]].  On May 6, 1937, the Hindenburg caught fire while landing at Lakehurst Naval Air Station in [[Manchester]], [[New Jersey]]. About one third of those on board, 35 passengers, died not from the [[fire]] but by jumping to the ground the below. Those who stayed calm and rode the aircraft to its landing survived unharmed.

    The grove was silent, a few look outs were all that could be seen, a large number of tents surrounded the lone moon well at the center of the camp. Calisea studied movement patterns of the guards, situating herself and inspecting the grove further. Unbeknown to the troll, she had been followed as soon as she had entered Ashenvale, but the tracker did not act yet. Calisea crept over to the moon well when a guard had turned to converse with another, pulling the corks out of several potion vials and emptying the contents into the glowing pool. Just as the sentinel turned to find Calisea, the troll had vanished, sneaking back over to the tree line to watch, a grin crossing her face.

The tragedy was caught on film, radio and pictures. The bad publicity, as well as the destruction of several other dirigibles such as the ''Shenendoah'' led to the demise of this type of aircraft. The exact cause of the fire is not known, but there are several theories. One theory is that there was a discharge of static elecricity between the mooring mast and the aircraft. The skin of the ''Hindenburg'' was waterproofed with [[cellulose]] [[acetate]], which is very flammable, and was coated with the [[aluminium]] powder that is used as a rocket fuel today. Hydrogen burns with a blue flame, however the ''Hindenburg'' burned with a bright red flame. The hydrogen would have escaped upwards when the bladders opened and did not contribute to the disaster.

    After what seemed like hours of watching and waiting, Calisea smiled bright as she saw the night elf women waking up and taking turns getting their rejuvenating drinks from the moon well. "...I thought they bathed in those....".Calisea whispered softly, waiting eagerly for the results. After all the girls had gotten their drinks and sat down in the middle of the grove for food, the hilarity began. A random woman began to grip her belly, crying out in alarm as her waist began to bloat and expand, her belt bursting off. Her friends watched in horror, backing away before more cries of alarm were heard."What's happening to us?!". A frightened girl screamed, leaning on a tree while nursing her own bulging belly. "Ugh! We're...blowing up like balloons!!!". The first girl screamed, placing her hands on her breasts as they began to swell up with gas. Cries and moans filled the once still night air, Calisea blushing as she watched the show. "Somebody help us!!". The girls shrieked, the first one beginning to float away as her ass began to swell up with gas, softly pooting heard from her as she flailed. One by one, the girls began to round out and start lifting, the moans and cries dying out as their cheeks puffed up. Shreds of tattered clothing drifted to the ground softly as dozens of spherical night elven women began their trip upwards into the night sky. Minutes passed, all that remained on the ground were piles of burst belts, clothing and thongs, Calisea looking up as the spherical women we're blown away by the wind, vanishing.

The ''Hindenburg'' was named after the President of Germany, [[Paul von Hindenburg]], who served from 1925 to 1934.

    "A mission well done...". Calisea giggled madly as she walked into the now empty camp, searching for her secondary objective; attack plans. As she rummaged through piles of clothing for a scroll or parchment, the sudden cracking of a twig caused her to spin around just in time to have her legs taken out by a gnome. Calisea fell onto her ass."What the hell?!". She spun around on the ground, leaping to her feet, seeing a gnome clad in plate armor."Where did all the sentinels go! I heard screams...speak troll!". Reina points a sword at Calisea, her blond hair let down, unusual for a gnome."I don't know...". The troll shamelessly lied, pretending she was wounded before tackling the gnome to the ground, disarming her. The women struggled and wrestled with one another, Calisea's armor being shredded off almost by the blades on Reina's. A sudden snarling caused the pair to freeze, looking over together at a rather vicious looking wolf."Good job, Valka...". Cyoni walked out from behind a tent, approaching the duo."Thanks...".Reina speaks, letting go of Calisea and walking over, standing in front of the draenei. Calisea scooted back against the base of the well, gulping and shaking."Let's finish her off...we need to find thos---WHAT THE HELL!?". Reina found herself being lifted up from behind, her plate armor being unbuckled and cast to the ground."Mmm! I like gnomes...". Cyoni held Reina up, the poor gnomes bare ass in her face."Put me down! What are you doing?!". The gnome shrieked, suddenly feeling an odd sensation. Something soft and wet was running along her rear, and to her more sensitive spots. Reina squirmed and gasped, tensing up as she felt Cyoni's tongue dart into her rear. The draenei held the victim up with one hand, using her free hand to rub the gnome's nethers. Reina shrieked in pleasure and surprise, giving into the sensations. "Ohh!". Her mind filled with lust, Reina moaned involuntarily, feeling something else happening in her rear. Cyoni was heard taking in deep breaths and blowing, her breath filling the gnome like a small balloon. Reina moaned softly, gripping her belly and breasts cutely, feeling them bulge and swell beneath her finger tips. Her eyes widened, inflating with every breath, her arms and legs stiffening as they filled with gas and slow absorbed into her rounding body. Cyoni held her with both hands now, stopping her blowing as the gnome became a sphere. She licked furiously at the gnomes nethers, Reina moaning squeakily, the only noise escaping her mouth. With one final squeak, she reached an amazing orgasm, spraying her wetness all over behind her. Cyoni lapped it all up, smiling and  kissing the gnome's ballooned rear."I hope you enjoyed it...as much as I did...".She says, turning Reina so she's face to face."Good bye!". Cyoni took a deep breath, kissing Reina and blowing it all into her. The gnome pulsed a few times before a loud pop echoed in the woods, shreds of rubbery skin floating down.