women inflating men

Chemistry

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He leaned back on the sofa, casting an appreciative eye across the penthouse apartment. "It's a very nice place you have here."

"Thank you." She poured two glasses of wine, setting the bottle down on the kitchen counter.

"It must not come cheap."

"Oh, it's quite expensive." She palmed a small tablet, glancing at him to ensure he was distracted before dropping it into one of the glasses with practiced ease.  The tablet broke apart, rapidly dissolving in the wine. "But it's a small price to pay for privacy."

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Average: 4.1 (20 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: 3.6 (11 votes)

Underground Testing

Doctor Daily gently rubs his eyes and slides his eyeglasses back into place. He gently stretches and walks around the concrete floor of the underground facility. The fluorescent light hums above him as he looks at his watch and sees it's three in the morning. Questions swirling in his mind as he rests a hand on the tomato the size of a weather balloon at the center of the room. He feels his heart race as he touches the massive tomato and thoughts flow through his mind. These experiments would help fight hunger and food shortage issues.

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Average: 3.6 (10 votes)

Inflate for Me

 Warning this story contains male and female inflation, sex and popping. Don’t like, don’t read

 

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Average: 4 (27 votes)

Scarred For Life

"So... How do you like it?" She purred as she stared across the table.

"It's, um. It's delicious. I really like it. Yum. Thanks, Mrs. B." You made a motion of rubbing your stomach with your hand. Mmmm.

"Oh, you can just call me Violet, if you want..." It's great when your girlfriend's family likes you, but this was awkward. When your girlfriend's mom offered you a slice of homemade blueberry pie, you didn't expect her to sit across the table with her head leaning on her hand and stare dreamily at you while you ate it.

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Average: 3.9 (16 votes)

Biggest Liar, The

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(or, “Lies, Damn Lies, and Balloons”)

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Average: 3.9 (17 votes)

Ski Lodge, The - part 1

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Cora looked over the men that had answered their brochures. "Sheesh, Tiffany, did they ever answer! 'Experimental ski thereapy for men, only obese need apply.' There must be a dozen!"

"That's good,' answered Tiffany. "Fun times to be had by all...for a little while" She smiled mischievously as Cora leaned over and kissed her breifly. "We've left 'refreshments' out for our guests--"

"Same as we left for those gals?"

"The very same. Oh, except for one guy that arrived early, he has a special variant of the 'Boom' serum."

"Variant how?"

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Average: 3.5 (10 votes)

blowkiss

blowkiss
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Average: 3.9 (17 votes)

Interludes

"We need to talk", says Sharon.

The bottle of wine is empty and now only the pressure of need holds her upright by the table. She takes all the courage she can get, though she's not sure what makes her tremble more. Impossible things come together; when you fall in love with another girl, when you float up like a balloon over London.

She looks over to her friend, lover, by the window, her back turned.

"About what?"

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Average: 4.2 (20 votes)

Balloon Spray

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"Hand over the purse, lady."  It's a gruff voice out of the night, a threatening bark that leads me to gasp and start involuntarily even though I've come down this forbidding road intentionally in a quest for my unusual brand of fun.  It's an adrenaline shot through my whole body, like boiling water through my veins.  It's time.  I hug my purse protectively closer to my rib, and slowly revolve to face my assailant.  He's there in the yawning shadows between the two dim streetlights, the knife edge a gleaming ribbon in the dark.

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Average: 4.3 (28 votes)
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