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Wake Up Blow Up

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Your eyes open slowly. You blink away some of the sleep that still clings to you and roll over in bed. A sliver of late morning sun peeks through the gap in your blackout curtains and runs across the sheets. It’s nice to sleep in after a week like the one you’ve had.

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Average: 4.3 (7 votes)

Odd Bodies

Daren was wealthy.

Very wealthy. 

And he was also curious. So, he put out an ad, saying that if people would allow him to perform experiments on them, he would give them a hefty allowance for the rest of their life, an allowance so large that they need not ever work again. 

Three people were foolish enough to reply to the add.

Chris, Hamlet, and John were their names. Chris seemes rather proud of himself. Hamlet looked cautious about the ordeal but hopeful that he may earn some money. John was visibly nervous and rather short for his age.

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Average: 4 (2 votes)

Expansion: Cushion

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Emily waved goodbye to the librarian as she took her books and started walking back home. She was halfway through her first year of college. Winding her way back to her apartment, she looked through her study materials. Luckily, she had passed the midterm exams. But now there was so much more. Closing the door behind her, Emily set her books on the table before flopping onto her bed. She was exhausted.

“Meow!”

Emily raised her head and found a black furry face looking at her.

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Average: 4 (3 votes)

Expansion: The First Time

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Maddie tensed up. She’d never tried this before, yet here she was. She stood in the middle of her apartment wearing yoga pants and a loose shirt. In front of her was a bicycle pump. She brought the nozzle to her mouth and fastened her lips to it. Maddie had been browsing online and stumbled onto a strange site. It talked about inflating yourself and how to do it. At first she just brushed it off and ingnored it. But now, was she really going to try this?

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Average: 4.1 (10 votes)

Rosa-loon-a

Source: https://twitter.com/SugarRollArt/status/1370460429315620865/

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Average: 4.4 (7 votes)

Just taking a selfie!! (Yes it is a morph of me)

Just taking a selfie!! (Yes it is a morph of me)
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Average: 4.3 (15 votes)

Torture Dressed Like Therapy 2: Testing the Limits

A year, maybe two. Glen had quickly grown tired of his life hooked up to a canister. Klestofer stopped visiting him after a few months, leaving him alone most days. Sometimes therapists came in and asked him questions. He would anawer truthfully, but they never did anything about his dark thoughts.

He often wished he would just pop. Or deflate. Or fall asleep and never wake up. 

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Average: 4 (3 votes)

Torture Dressed Like Therapy

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It was unsuspected. Just and unfortunate draw of bad luck. They hadn't been looking for anyone specific, just whoever they could get their hands on - fast and easy. 

Some cruel, twisted minds were just looking to tinker with the limits of the human body. To see just how far it would go. None involved, of course, were bold enough to volunteer. They wanted to explore this stretch of a theory with no expense to themselves. 

And poor Glen just happened to be walking home alone on the night they decided to find a test subject.

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Average: 3 (3 votes)

Abbie's Incident

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Abbie knew she should not be here. Students of the New York Academy of Magic were never allowed in the lower floors of the building unsupervised, much less in the restricted Transcripts Room in the middle of the night. In the petite, auburn-haired girl’s hand was a transcript forged to more ‘accurately’ reflect her academic ability; her grades were just below that of her despised rival Natalie, which was, of course, unthinkable. “If they won’t recognize my excellence,” Abbie thought, “then I’ll do it for them.” She pocketed the forgery and went off in search of her records.

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Average: 4 (3 votes)

Fertility Potion, The

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Upstairs, in the quaint kitchen of The Great White Witch’s cottage. The witch herself sat at a diner set, sipping coolly from a fine china teacup. Things were certainly much quieter after the defeat of the Abominable Warlock, strange as it were. She expected miles of lines to be at the shop door, seeking help with reconstruction of the village of Hermit, but the only business she’d received all day was a Leshy requesting a magic foot cream. “I guess they just wanted to give me a break,” She thought aloud.

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Average: 4.2 (5 votes)
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