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I remember meeting her on a binge-ridden outing to the Wintergreen Pachyderm...

With entry facilitated by a long time friend that owed me a couple favors, the booming nightclub was as intoxicating as I had been assured: the city's social elite littering its labyrinthine hallways and kaleidoscopic array of rooms and stages, unwinding and indulging away from prying eyes, pretty young things doused in glitter and perfume hanging off them whilst scantily clad if not completely in the nude, the lighting in the ever changing environs turning the whole experience into a flashing fever dream of neons and spectral glows, the shadows of the aforementioned clusters of debauchery playing along my periphery as I made my way through the venue.

Finally, I found myself in a polished leather seat in some stage or other, a lurid show of undulating femmes sliding along the poles installed for the performers, my only company being the lone ice cube swimming in a sweaty glass of single malt perched to my right in one of the conveniently small side tables these locales usually offer.

I sipped from the glass, my mind wandering aimlessly in drunken thought. The scotch was comforting, although it went by fast. I barely lifted a hand before a server was already bringing me a replacement.

A replacement that was almost instantly snatched off my hand soon as I had picked it up in a flash of long, manicured nails and jingling bracelets.

Slumped in my seat, my eyes darted sideways and upwards in annoyance to follow the quickly retreating drink, as well as to catch a glimpse of this snatcher-of-spirits. I blinked a few times in disbelief...

She was, simply put, a plastic marvel. Towering over my half-prone sitting position, initially I only spotted a muscular pair of thighs building up into a sinuous, toned torso... and the biggest, absolutely obviously implanted and overfilled breasts I had ever experienced in person, completely blocking off sight of any other feature north of them.

She turned sideways, presumably to give me a mischievous glance before tossing the glass back and downing my drink in a single motion. She half smirked, half smiled my way, then reached down and caressed my arm lightly before sliding away.

"You owe me a drink," I stated loudly in her direction, but she made no sign of registering my retort, her hips swaying tantalizingly with every perfectly balanced step of her 6 inch clear platformed heels, the plastic parts of her wobbling and bouncing pneumatically as she headed onto the stage.

My annoyance soon turned to awe as the music switched into a rhythmic, pounding tempo, some flavor of techno or other, I really can't recall. My attention was completely drawn to her wild, acrobatic motions as she took to the pole and summarily challenged the laws of physics in a minutes long parade of spins, flips, twists, and overtly lewd pressing of flesh.

Oh, to be that pole at that very moment... I couldn't help but crack a half smile along my unshaven face. Throughout the whole performance, she kept her eyes glued on me, a smoldering look that promised things I wasn't sure were permitted in this establishment.

Or, perhaps that was the scotch whispering ideas in my head. I suddenly remembered my thirst as the girl's set was winding down, turning to flag down a waitress. They all seemed busy at that instant. I looked back to the stage...

She was gone. No sight of her.

I frowned and turned to look for a waitress again, only to be surprised by the surgical wonder of a woman landing directly on my lap, her breasts heaved massively.

Before I could say a word, she leaned up and pressed herself suggestively against me as she presented a fresh drink, placing it upon my lips,

"Drink up, scruffy," she teased.

I took a sip as she tilted the glass, then took the drink from her hands. She straightened herself up on my thigh, wiggling her hips to settle on her perch as she regarded me with that ever-present smirk. We got to chatting.

"...Dyna, eh? You're into bikes, I take it?"

She laughed, then winked, "Loud pipes save lives," then winked, "And we're a *very* fun ride..."

Soon after, she was dragging/leading me to a private room. Upon arriving, she peeled off her lacy, tiny thing of a dress, quickly pushing me onto the couch...

and then, the familiar tendrils of inebriation seemed to rush up, enveloping my mind in blackness...

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I'm not sure how much time had passed, but Dyna was done and gone. My pants were undone and my shirt was buttoned in the most half-assed manner possible. And... of course, wallet was empty, save for a folded napkin.

"Come see me again soon, I promise I'll keep you *UP* all night next time!" read the flowy handwriting, signed with a rather fancy D.

I sighed and started to collect myself. I suppose I will have to cash in another favor soon enough...

- Excerpt from Brian Donahue's book, "Of Dark & Drink: Memoirs of the Big City nightlife"


Quick Fact: Dyna was the original Balloondoll.

Way back when, quite a few years ago from now when I started publishing renders and was first trying my hand at designing bodacious female characters, I landed upon making my very first finalized (for that time) girl.

I named her Dyna.

Slim and stacked, and positively a bit wild on the proportions, Dyna served as my test model for future sculpting, and a lot of clothing simulations.

As things progressed, her complexion changed quite a bit, closer to what she originally was when I started uploading work to DeviantArt.

Things were really beginning to shape up at this point, and Dyna soon became the springboard for a myriad of other characters. It was around this time I started designing Jessica, as well as Cali!

At this point, Dyna became a bit of a bimbo duo with Jessica, both in lore as well as in design. However, as I fleshed out the lore more, Dyna wanted more differentiation.

Which brings us to the more recent version of herself:

I initially was pretty happy with this update in her design, but working with her more in some later sets left me feeling like she needed something more, some extra work...

And so, after Cali's full remake back in June, I was itching to give Dyna a real in-depth makeover this time, from head to toes. This felt like a really momentous update considering the character's production age behind the scenes, it's been really exciting taking my first original character and fleshing her out from scratch once again, this time with quite a bit of extra knowledge and toolsets I didn't have access to back then!

So, first off, I played with refining and reimaging her face with the help of artbreeder:

Dyna's always had a mischievous mean streak lore-wise, specially a bit of jealousy and resentment aimed Jessica's way (more of that when I fully write out her new upcoming lore entry!), so I wanted to keep elements of her face like her eyes and certain facial structure while really pushing that 'mean girl' look much further.

Now, having a source image to work off of, it was time to take her back into 3D land...

Mean girl achieved!

Next up, body and skin work of course :D

At this point, I'm pretty thrilled with how she turned out, so finally I got to use her in a few renders, seen in the latest v.06 packs.

Also, a good opportunity to give this whole Jack-O challenge a try ;)

And so, REmake complete!

Personally, I'm pretty stoked with Dyna's new look. Just in time to write up her updated canon, coming soon™

- bd

P.S. ver.06 briefing coming tomorrow with more updates, and what's coming up next.

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Anonymous

I really enjoyed this updated history of her! I had no idea she was the first Balloondoll! I remember her and Jessica being a thing though, and I do wish you did more with them together, but I like stuff on their own too!