women inflating men

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)

Silence in the Library

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The sound of a page occasionally being turned was more or less the only thing audible throughout most of the building, save for maybe the odd creaking of a chair or a cough or two. Of course, though, libraries tend to be like that at the best of times. It was particularly quiet, however, on the evening at which he found himself taking up residence in a secluded wing of the library for some quality reading time.

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Average: 4.5 (18 votes)

Fatman and Rounder vs HeliumWoman

or, "The Inflatable Duo's Last Case"

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Average: 3.8 (5 votes)

Insignificant

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There was a loud “pop” and a giggle, and Severin knew that one of his fellow prisoners had just exploded.

Severin bobbed at the end of his string, looking straight ahead—all he could do without a neck to turn his gaze—and seeing the terrified expressions of the balloons adjacent to him.

All around him, both inside his field of vision and outside, were other human balloons: once men, now inflated versions of themselves. To the casual observer, they appeared as latex toys, with the barest of human features to indicate their former shapes.

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Average: 4 (4 votes)

Inflation on 10th Avenue

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The mirror confirmed what Ballard Wilcox feared: He was getting bigger.

There was no change in his diet; in fact, he’d been eating less since he’d become chronically unemployed. Yet his clothes were tighter, his shirts impossible to button, his pants barely closing around his waist. Stranger yet, he gently pinched his puffy arm, and it just felt…light. And hollow. Almost balloon-like.

“Putting on a few, Bal?” his wife Dana chided him from the doorway of the bathroom.

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Average: 4.3 (10 votes)

Balloon DayDreams

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or, "It Happened at the Balloon Shoppe"

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Average: 3 (3 votes)

Big Big Big Brother

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Or, "Heads Will Roll, I'm Back in Control"

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Average: 4 (4 votes)

Big As Houses

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"...are you sure this is safe?" Nathan asked, eyeing the strange industrial pump.  He knew that, relatively speaking, standing in the middle of a field completely naked with his girlfriend was safe.  He just wasn't sure about what was going to happen next.

"Oh, you always ask that," Maria replied.

"Well, I just want to know.  You -do- do a lot of strange things to me."

"I do a lot of strange things -with- you.  There's a difference." She handed him a hose. "Now stick this up your butt."

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Average: 4.3 (7 votes)

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She moved through the water with an angel's grace, her form as lithe and honed as her body.  She spoke little, yet her presence parted crowds as easily as the waves.  Many approached her, yet all found her cold and distant, turned down time and again by the same phrase.

"Your body is only seventy percent water.  I could never put you before swimming."

He stared at her. "What does that mean?"

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Average: 3.9 (12 votes)

Creepy Inflation

I can feel the cool, wet, morning air as I walk down the rain soaked street and soft rain drops collide with my umbrella. A few cars pass me as I stroll on the wet, street and puddles of rain. A couple of the cars splash me or honk and I try not the get angry at them. The splashing makes the umbrella almost completely useless to me, but I take a deep breath persevere. Lightning flashes in the sky above and thunder soon greets my ears. I smile and enjoy the weather as I remind myself it’s better than being stuck inside my dreary apartment.

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Average: 3.9 (7 votes)
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