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Ms. Bouncer - Party Trick

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High in the sky, spying down upon the world with an eye for justice, Ms. Bouncer floated along underneath inflated breasts. Listening to the sounds of wind and creaking skin, she sighed and turned her sight to her own cleavage. “Quiet day today,” she mused to herself. “Nothing’s happened since that bank robbery this morning. I should probably get down soon.” Looking back down at the city below, Amelia’s gaze drifted over to the suburbs where something caught her attention. A sign was visible on the roof of a small house, facing straight up to the sky.

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Average: 4.1 (7 votes)

PNEUMA-BODY

Jessica sat behind her desk as she got ready to work and let go of a long sigh. Another day of same old, same old. I think I really need to make some changes in my life she thought. I just can’t see myself doing this much longer, just to climb the corporate ladder. With that thought she logged on to her computer and pulled up her e-mails for the day.

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Average: 4.6 (9 votes)

Wish

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Wish
by SvenSvenson
©2019

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Disclaimer: Naughty, inflatable themes herein.
For mature audiences only.
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"HEY!"

I froze midway into the first bite of my BLT, startled by the shout and the hand that slapped the counter next to me. A cold dread pushed down as I finished the bite, raised my head, and looked to my side. I lowered my sandwich back down to the plate as a hush fell over the lunchtime crowd.

"It's YOU, isn't it??"

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Average: 4.3 (3 votes)

High Flying Bounce

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Average: 4.8 (8 votes)

Ms. Bouncer - Rising High

Amelia looked at the gaggle of scientists around her. “So let me get this straight,” she asked, “somehow, one of your weather balloons floated on up, and ended up getting stuck, and now you want me to retrieve it?”

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Average: 4.5 (4 votes)

Ms. Bouncer - Daily Grind

The shrill beeps of the alarm clock jolted Amelia awake in her bed. She blinked in the morning sunlight as she sat up and hit the OFF button with a sleepy arm. Last night at work had been a doozy, with Jerry apparently thinking that bringing a bottle of Sprite near sensitive equipment wouldn’t end in disaster. Turning to look at the calendar on her wall, Amelia scanned for the day’s date. 21st, 22nd, 23rd… wait! Today was the 26th! Amelia pumped her fist and smiled. It was the beginning of her two-week vacation! And that meant loads of time for patrolling the city!

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Average: 4.3 (3 votes)

Parade

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"This is such bullshit."

Tia was the very definition of "statuesque," standing just over six feet and fantastically fit.  Though as head of the college cheerleading team she would have to be, as well as a competent and firm, yet compassionate leader.  At the moment her firmness was coming to the fore.

"Tia," one of the other cheerleaders said, "we drew straws.  You lost."

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Average: 4 (3 votes)

Mr. Gullible Inflated

While substituting, Mr. Gullible inhales his favorite gas, "Frazilium," until he begins to float away

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G9og079cc2c

Mr. Gullible Inflated
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Average: 5 (2 votes)

Santa Claws

Julie sauntered through the doors of the Christmas Shop like she owned the place. She blew through the aisles of the shop, past Christmas trees, tinsel, massive air blown inflatables in the shape of snowmen, santa, reindeer, past a balloon counter and into the back room of the store. 

"Morning" she said jauntily to Christie, the manager. Christie was sitting on the staff room sofa looking worst for wear. "Oh boy... Christmas party... Ugh" she croaked, and chugged a glass of water, followed by a couple of headache tablets.

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Average: 4.6 (5 votes)

Bus Stop, The

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“It was fucking garbage, Wayne.”

“Hey, cmon, I liked it.”

“Oh, you liked a mindless action movie with scantily clad Hollywood women and explosions every 5 minutes? Stop the presses!”

This argument between Wayne and Sylvia had been going on like this from the moment they walked out of the theatre right up until now, as a promising anniversary date was slowly turned sour by the Hollywood machine.

“It's not my fault if you can't appreciate the nuance and subtext of a movie like this.”

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Average: 4.6 (12 votes)
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