Full Body Inflation

Problem with P-Ballons, The

The Problem with P-Balloons

By kairiinflator

 

The day was finally here. A few weeks ago, Nintendo posted about the 'Super Mario Bros Super Package'. A surprise filled crate, filled with Mario related merchandise. Me, being the ultimate Nintendo fangirl, purchased it immediately; regardless of the large price tag. Now I was hauling it into my basement with a mad gleam in my eye, and a box cutter in one hand.

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Women's Anti-Gas Wedge, The

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"Uugh!" moaned Leighann as she sat up and groggily got out of bed. "I hate getting up so early, but the shopping will all be worth it!" she thought excitedly. Leighann was a slender, five-foot-eight college student who loved to shop every weekend, especially at the Mexican resteraunt in the mall's food court. She got a change of clothes and donned them quickly, not wanting to waste time. "Oh man, i'm totally gonna buy some cool stuff today!

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Average: 3.9 (8 votes)

One of Our Own

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For most people, one of the pleasures of travelling by train is that you can simply sit back and do nothing. For Kimmy however, there was always more to do on a four hour journey than simply watch the countryside passing by her window, she supressed a naughty smirk as she ran a hand along the side of her thigh, feeling the outline of her phone. It was thrilling to think how many delights that phone contained, that she could lay her hands on at moment’s notice.

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Average: 3.8 (5 votes)

Zombie Mall Kids, The Frequel

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Poor Rosa, I know you're going to die in this scene. You, the voice of reason, whose only sin was being curvy and Hispanic in this otherwise white and assless travesty. I’d toast to you, but I’m pretty sure we are out of soda and I don’t feel like checking.

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Average: 3.8 (9 votes)

Big Burps of a Jumbo Jerk

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Matt and Cindy had always had a difficult working relationship. Cindy was a blonde, stout, middle aged, single mom of two kids. While Matt was a young, light brown haired, tall, athletically built 20 something that seemed to do nothing around the office. Nothing that is except make noise and distract Cindy. Cindy would try to do her work but it was difficult as Matt loved his soda and as a result belched a lot. Burping was something Matt knew Cindy hated so he would do it on purpose and he wasn’t subtle about it.

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Average: 4.3 (8 votes)

Hershel and the Gobliness

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Sitting alone in the manor overlooking the town, Hershel rubbed his temples as he watched the snow fall outside.  Candles flickering around him, the unlit Menorah sat in the windowsill as he wondered what the goblins had in store for him.  He had been able to fool the first one with that egg trick pretty easily, but the shrill threats of more to follow made him nervous.  Swallowing hard, he gave a small prayer for courage and wit before sitting down with his dinner.  

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Average: 4.3 (9 votes)

To Be Her Gift

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Brooke hated having to get out bed this early in the morning. Unfortunately, it was the only way to make sure her plan was set in place without Laura, her fast asleep girlfriend, from noticing. After she took a moment to glare at the alarm clock in contempt, she got out of bed. Taking a moment to grab her notebook, she took a seat, and wrote a message with the pen that was next to it.

 

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Average: 4 (10 votes)

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)

Sausage Party, Soda and Mentos

Sausage Party, Soda and Mentos
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Average: 3 (2 votes)

Sorceress Has Left the Party

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"You'd betray us, doom us all!" Knight Commander Joan's grey eyes narrowed with anger. Before I can respond, she flips the table we are sitting at. Her half drunk stein of the local brew is a hapless casualty and I only barely roll out of the way, picking myself up with a gaggle of curiously calm tavern patrons at my back.

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Average: 3.7 (7 votes)
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