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Happy Anniversary

Your bedroom was perfectly still. Gentle evening twilight streamed in from the gaps around the curtains and all was silent save for the gentle ambient hum of the outside world as well as electronics scattered around the flat. All things considered, it would’ve been the recipe for a cozy, relaxing evening. That is, were it not for the fact that you found yourself resting on the ceiling inflated like a gigantic balloon, your body filled to the brim with lighter than air gas and puffed out into a 7ft round sphere.

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Average: 4.3 (11 votes)

Pumping Perfume

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“Leave him alone.” barked Harold from the cabin door, his speckled eyes locked on Boyd who had Devon pinned to the timber floor.

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Average: 3.7 (3 votes)

Sweet Filled Femboy

As Vykoo adjusted his dress he flicked through his phone looking at pictures of cats, fake cat ears and tails and various pictures of cat-themed female lingerie, wiggling his large bottom to the beat of his favorite EDM songs, when his loving wife Pastry burst in scaring the living daylights out of him.

"Hey, there my loving husband!" He nearly dropped his phone but luckily saved, he shot his wife a nasty glare as she awkwardly giggled.

“Oh don’t give me that look, I need your help here.” She asked him.

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Average: 4.3 (11 votes)

Pink, the pool float.

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The day at the pool was over and I stood looking at all the floats the kids had used.

“Geez, look at all the holes in the floats.” I said gathering them up. There were so many that I decided to fix them at home.

At home one after another was patched and I inflated them to make sure they were fixed. Soon my bedroom was filled with floats and I was exhausted. I fell back on the bed after the last one was fixed.

I slept until I felt something on me. “Oh, it just you Pink.” I said as the pink float had fallen on top of me.

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Average: 1.8 (16 votes)

Friendflation

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I was looking for something to do on my computer, and suddenly, my phone went off. It was a text from my friend, "Hey! Can I come over? I found something really cool I want to show you."

I respond, "Sure! What do you want to show me"

"I'll show you when I arrive," he responds.

I waited a good 10 minutes for him to arrive. When he arrived, I joyfully let him in. "Hey! How's it been?"

"It's been pretty good. I've been wanting to show you this for a while, you ready?" 

"Yeah! What is it?"

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Average: 2.3 (14 votes)

Long Execution, The

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Edward was the kingpin criminal in the medieval city of Rava. Robberies, murders, and human trafficking, you name the crime, and it was likely linked to Edward. After decades of pursuit by the kingdom, with casualties on both sides, Edward was finally captured on a cold rainy night, with all of his gang members having been killed by the Queens Lana's guards.

In the courthouse of Edward's trial, Queen Lana decided that the punishment of death was far too unsatisfying for the downfall of such a criminal like Edward. No, Edward must die, but he must die at the Queen's hands.

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Average: 4.1 (7 votes)

Story Where A Wife Makes Her Husband Blow Up, A

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Pete and Jenny had the strongest, yet most unusual marriage. Pete was a stay-at-home husband taking care of the kids, while Jenny is a photographer who specializes in shooting bodybuilders. Jenny, although she was loyal in her entire 10 years of marriage with Pete, grew unsatisfied with the current physique of her husband. Pete, though quite rotund himself, was no where near as large as the bodybuilders that Jenny work with. After an exhausting day of work taking thousands of photos of bodybuilders in various power poses, Jenny would come home and have some intimate time with her husband.

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Average: 1.9 (16 votes)

Mistakes Were Made

Mistakes Were Made
by Joe Monday

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Average: 4.1 (11 votes)

Thin String

As the afternoon breeze passes by, you muffle another moan of pleasure. Tethered to the ground only by the string around your ankle, you lay atop your helium-filled cock and balls, aroused beyond belief. Below you, sitting in the shade provided by your ballooned bulk, I lounge nude on a towel, my curves on full display to the world. I don’t care if a passerby might see us, if one would even be out here so far into the countryside. Besides, you have much more pressing concerns than potential spectators.

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Average: 4.7 (21 votes)

Flirt and Flight

There’s a kind of comfort in expensive bars. For one, it’s perfect for if you need to be both alone and outgoing at the same time. After all, only the couples went to expensive places, no suitor or frat boy would bother with something so out of their league. For Julia, this was the perfect place for her current situation. She was outgoing alright, her curves alone accomplished that. Two taut breasts sat upon her chest, wider than her torso and protruding from her body by at least a foot, possibly two.

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Average: 4.6 (26 votes)
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