Female Inflation

The Mariana Trench, seven miles below the ocean's surface. After 200 meters, there isn't enough light to sustain photosynthesis. After 1,000 meters, less than 1% of light remains. At 11.03 kilometres, there's nothing but dark -- darkness and pressure. 15,750 psi. 108,600,000 pascales. One thousand atmospheres. Enough force to bend titanium.

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Average: 4.3 (20 votes)

Affair, The

Submitted by System on Sat, 02/27/2010 - 01:10

Author:

Faridae

Genders:

Female Inflation

Inflation Types:

Blueberry

Popping:

Clean

Sexual Content:

A cheap motel, sitting where the cornfields meet the suburbs, is nearly vacant on this damp evening. Two cars sit in the dark lot, water beading on them. The rain has stopped now but its remnants fill the trenches and drains, soak the ground and splash under the tires of cars that whir past. One car slows and turns into the parking lot; emptying a pot hole with a splash. It comes to a stop beside one of the other cars; its lights go off and engine silences. After a few moments the door clicks and opens. A man steps out wearing a suit, loosely covered by a long overcoat.

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Average: 3.4 (7 votes)

Too Late

Submitted by System on Sat, 02/27/2010 - 00:30

Author:

Sethshark

Genders:

Female Inflation

Inflation Types:

Full Body Inflation

Popping:

Offscreen

Sexual Content:

Explicit

This was such a good idea though Justine. "Eric won't know what to do with me when he gets here". Janine had found out by looking through some of Eric's stuff, mainly his computer that he had quite an inflation fetish. Quite a substantial amount of hard drive space was filled with pictures of girls inflating themselves, stories of ballooning girls being fucked by their boyfriends and girlfriends, and movies of cartoon woman exploding like overfilled balloons. This was the bases of Janine's birthday surprise.

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Average: 3.9 (13 votes)