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Leslie's Blowup II: Truth and Consequences

Leslie awoke, but didn’t open her eyes at first. She no longer felt Roger’s weight on her. She was lying flat on her back now, to whatever extent she still had a back. Best as she’d been able to tell, her body had been one giant curve before she went to sleep.

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Average: 4.1 (14 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: 4.6 (5 votes)

Metamorphosis

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The door to the dormitory room opened and Shannon trudged in, dropping her backpack alongside the sofa before collapsing into it, wavy brown hair brushing against her shoulders as she covered her eyes with her forearm. "Oh my god."

Margaret looked up at her roommate from her seat at the table across the room. "What's wrong?  The high-speed world of advertising too much for you?"

"No, it's Professor Davis." She pulled her arm away, brown eyes staring at the ceiling. "How can a man with a degree in selling things sound so... unenthusiastic all the time?"

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Average: 3.2 (5 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 (8 votes)

Berry on Vacation

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BB stopped and listened - and heard only the wind and the birds. Her group went too far away. She was lost.

 

BB took a decent inhale. The air was brewed on herbs and fresh apples. She observed landscape lit by the sun. Golden field of buckwheat, a road curving around deserted apple garden. A village of log houses, a ribbon of birches mapping the bed of unseen river, hills and rocks on the other side to the horizon. The wristwatch showed 3 pm.

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Average: 3.7 (3 votes)

Sugar Rush

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She was alone finally, and she knew where the candy stash was hidden. After waiting patiently for everyone to leave, the whole storage closet was fair game. So she sat herself down and got ready to feast. “30 some odd pounds of candy should be enough to get a good sugar high”, she thought; little did she know what she was getting into.

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Average: 3.7 (3 votes)

All In

ALL IN
By Inflate123

 

"Shuffle up and deal!"

The voice boomed over unseen loudspeakers. Sara couldn't see a crowd through the darkness -- all she could see was the table in front of her, the disembodied, metallic arms of the dealer, and the blonde sitting across from her -- but she had to assume there was a silent audience. As cards sailed across the table, the harsh reality hit Sara: She had to win. 

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Average: 4.1 (10 votes)

Raiders of the Wakellium Tomb

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"You sure this is the correct tomb?" My assistant, Georgia asks me. We both stand in front of a four hundred year old tomb to a Wakellium chieftain.

"The hieroglyphs here talk about Marmaren the great Wakellium chieftain." I point to my left, shifting my weight because of the pack of supplies on my back.

Staring at the skulls on pikes, Georgia is overcome with fear, "Maybe we shouldn't go in there, it could collapse on us or have deadly traps."

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Average: 3.5 (4 votes)

Female Inflation and Sexual Arousal: a Historical Overview

FEMALE INFLATION AND SEXUAL AROUSAL: A HISTORICAL OVERVIEW

by Latecomer

 

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Average: 2.8 (4 votes)

Job that Blows, A

Mario was a simple balloon salesman of humble means. Each day, Mario would push his cart up and down the street, and sell balloons to whoever wanted them. The Italian immigrant didn’t discriminate.

Roxanne was a high-powered advertising executive. She walked past Mario’s cart each day on her brisk walk to work. Every morning she barked orders into her cell phone, coffee in hand.

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Average: 4.2 (6 votes)
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