Warning: Short inflation fiction with anthro-themes. So if reading it brings you out in spots don’t blame me. Blame Seritaph instead, who gave me the idea for this one.
Warning: Silly inflation story. You know what to expect. Or if not, you should! No responsibility for loss of innocence or strange floaty sensations will be accepted!
Warning: short inflation fiction follows. And if you visit London, be very careful about chatting up 20-something raven-haired girls with thin features and wild eyes in nightclubs...
WARNING: Silly breast inflation follows. Nyatch, You probably already knew that. But don't fool about with Precolumbian MesoAmerican civilisations unless you know what you are doing!
Warning: This is a very silly piece of inflation fiction: so you can only read it if you are properly grown up, a bit naughty, and can understand the appropriate tingles and giggles!
