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Amber the Water Balloon Girl

Amber the Water Balloon Girl

By Joe Monday

 

With the last of my moving boxes unpacked in the new apartment, it was time to take a break. The roof access was open to all of the tenants. While it didn't have any official patio setup provided by the building management, I'd been told that people often used it to set up planters to tend to houseplants or container gardens, or as a patio to relax on folding chairs with some drinks and a portable grill.

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Average: 3.8 (13 votes)

Kristen’s Comeuppance

This explains a lot… little slut.” 

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Average: 4.9 (8 votes)

Cheerleader Scorned A, Part 3: Intermission

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Jordyn sat cross-legged on the glossy wooden floor, back against a tall metal cylinder, a red rubber hose cascading over her shoulder to lay dormant in her lap. She busied herself tying off a brightly-colored balloon, fingers tripping over each other in an effort to resolve the tangle of ribbon and latex. Finally, with some difficulty, she knotted it and moored it to a rack of folding chairs wheeled out into the center of the gymnasium, where it bobbed up to join a depressingly small multi-colored bundle. She leaned back and sighed loudly.

"Twenty down, two hundred billion to go."

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Average: 4.4 (7 votes)

Downtown

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An odd pair they were, Dustin and Ember.  Not in looks - he, with a perpetual tan and sun-bleached hair, and she with an olive complexion and a head of fluffy russet - but most everything else.  Neither were much on shirts, with him in an open front hoodie and her a fur-collared bomber jacket that, despite being left unzipped, managed to move in such a way that indecent exposure was almost never an issue.  Nor on pants, with him in tight diving shorts and her her in denim cut-offs.  Not at all dangerous by nature - very friendly, in fact - but odd just the same.

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Average: 3.5 (6 votes)

Test Subject Cynthia

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Cynthia stepped outside of the Sandy Resort hotel on Io. What have I gotten myself into?

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Average: 4.4 (8 votes)

Don't Swallow The Gum Chapter 3

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Life as a blueberry girl was strange. Sarah took virtual classes during the day, with the camera off of course, and worked developing software at night. Her growth had slowed down but was still constant. She had to masturbate 3 or 4 times every day just to stay at a manageable size. Sometimes she would be talking on a conference call, her hips growing too wide to sit in her office chair, while pounding her pussy with her favorite dildo. The fact that they didn't know what she was doing almost made the experience better.

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Average: 4.9 (7 votes)

Don't Swallow The Gum Chapter 2

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Sarah was sitting on the floor of a coffee shop bathroom, completely nude, covered in juice, her skin blue, and she was growing.

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Average: 4.3 (6 votes)

Don't Swallow The Gum Chapter 1

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Sarah was a girl in college. She was athletic and reasonably popular, however she had no figure to speak of. She was tall but flat chested and had narrow hips. It was always the one thing she wished she could change about herself. In high school while her friends complained about having to buy bigger bras she always wore the same old A cup bra she always wore. Her boyfriends always said they found her attractive but deep down she wanted more. She wanted men (and women) to stare, to turn heads when she walked by, she wanted to have the type of body that men lusted for.

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Average: 4 (10 votes)

Inflation Is for the Birds

“You said you had a bird problem!” Mavis fumed in front of the sandwich shop owner at the counter.

The man was middle-aged, portly with tannish skin, beady eyes and a bushy top lip. He winced, and nodded in acknowledgement at the pest doctor’s peeved glare.

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Average: 4.6 (8 votes)

Contract, The

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"What do you want?"

The succubus hovered before her summoner inside a circle of shimmering air that rose up to the ceiling of the room. The chamber beyond wasn't the most ornate she'd been in by far, but it did speak to the material success that typically engendered such transgressive desires. A young professional's master bedroom, grand as its owners ambitions, yet strewn with keepsakes and tomes on case law and prosecutorial strategy that marked it as lived-in luxury not yet progressed into calcified opulence.

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Average: 4.8 (14 votes)
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