Butt Inflation

Inflation Olympics Chapter 4

The girls had lead Sarah to a large gymnasium adjoining the locker room then. She realized now why the building had appeared so large from the outside... its interior contained a standard 400-meter track, layered with that sort of black rubber that she'd heard was made of recycled tires. A tier of mostly empty black bleachers ran parallel to the track on each of its long sides. They took Sarah to the front row in a roped-off section marked "VIP."

"Will you be okay here, Sarah?" Laurie asked. "The only people allowed on the field are contestants and officials.

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Inflation Olympics Chapter 3

As Sandy and Laurie led Sarah back to the locker room, Sarah began to hear noises of activity: the rush of compressed gases, lockers opening, lockers shutting, the hum of many voices of conversation, and the occasional laugh of a shared joke. The sounds themselves left Sarah completely unprepared for the sights that met her eyes as the trio entered the locker room.

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Inflation Olympics Chapter 2

Sarah chuckled at that. "Inflation Olympics, huh?" Laurie smiled happily.

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Factory, The

She awoke with a start, her dream of weightless frolicking interrupted by the sickening feeling of free fall. Down she fell from her pleasant dreamscape back into the cradling arms of her real world bed, the illusion of clouds being replaced by her comforter and the soft red glow of the clock.

2:34 AM.

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Secret Santa

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For the past three years, Nick had dutifully played the role of Santa Claus at Bristol's Galleries Mall. He hadn't meant to take the role originally, but as he was a fairly husky man, and could put on a decent baritone voice, his superiors had decided that he would fit the role of Santa perfectly. He'd come to actually enjoy the role every year; getting paid extra to just sit around in a costume and amuse a bunch of kids all day was certainly preferable to dealing with crowds of annoying Christmas shoppers.

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Resolutions

Pffffft. The genie arrived without fuss and smoke.

“Cool. Do I get three wishes?”

He checked his outfit.

“Wrinkle-free folding my ass.”

“Excuse me, but I just let you out. Do I get three wishes or not?”

“What? Oh, yeah. Thanks. Fire away.”

“I want you to help me with my new years resolutions.

“Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I already told you.”

“You’re allowed to think about these things, map out possible consequences, make sure I’m not going to give you a Twilight Zone ending.”

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