Male Inflation

Happy Anniversary

Your bedroom was perfectly still. Gentle evening twilight streamed in from the gaps around the curtains and all was silent save for the gentle ambient hum of the outside world as well as electronics scattered around the flat. All things considered, it would’ve been the recipe for a cozy, relaxing evening. That is, were it not for the fact that you found yourself resting on the ceiling inflated like a gigantic balloon, your body filled to the brim with lighter than air gas and puffed out into a 7ft round sphere.

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Average: 4.3 (11 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: 3.5 (4 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)

Pumping Perfume

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“Leave him alone.” barked Harold from the cabin door, his speckled eyes locked on Boyd who had Devon pinned to the timber floor.

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Average: 3.8 (5 votes)

Dom and the Little Man, The

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*DING DONG*

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Average: 2.6 (9 votes)

Coming Down

Susan and her freinds may have imbibed a little too much New Years Eve.

Coming Down
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Average: 3.5 (4 votes)

Ballooning Future

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Darren was a ripped 26-year-old guy. He was crazy about balloons. So much, he even tried inflating him self some times to become as close to being a balloon as possible. He tried it with a pump, water and even with air cylinders. That things he did so often, he'd even got some growth in his inflation. He could look like he was pregnant with twins and more. He owned a old theater that he made in to a living/party place for him and his friends. He loved to inflate large balloons with helium and let them fly to the very high ceilings.

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Average: 3.7 (12 votes)

Shane

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Shane is a 24-year-old slightly muscular guy. During the day he's a mechanic in a car dealership. He loves his work, but he likes his partner a lot more, of course. His name is Mark, a 25-year-old muscle Adonis. He also works at the same dealership. This was the place where they met. They lived together for 4 years now. Both share the passion for balloons and keep the bedroom filled up with them. They kept them unpopped, but if occasionaly one failed, it did something to them too. Sometimes they popped for fun too.

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Average: 3.4 (9 votes)

Sweet Filled Femboy

As Vykoo adjusted his dress he flicked through his phone looking at pictures of cats, fake cat ears and tails and various pictures of cat-themed female lingerie, wiggling his large bottom to the beat of his favorite EDM songs, when his loving wife Pastry burst in scaring the living daylights out of him.

"Hey, there my loving husband!" He nearly dropped his phone but luckily saved, he shot his wife a nasty glare as she awkwardly giggled.

“Oh don’t give me that look, I need your help here.” She asked him.

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Average: 4.3 (11 votes)

Currency: Heist

Anna locked the front door to the bank and sighed. “God, I thought today would never end,” she said, exhausted.

Jasmine logged out of her computer and stashed the encrypted mouthpieces in a desk drawer behind the teller’s counter. “From now on, I’m asking off from counter duty on the Fridays before a holiday weekend.”

“Tell me about it,” Anna said, turning off most of the lights throughout the bank’s customer service area. “At least the weekend will be pretty quiet.”

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Average: 4.3 (9 votes)
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