Zumberge

Self-Indulgent Competitive Inflation Story, A

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Sydney gave a disparaging laugh as she looked me over, setting her hand weights onto the gym rack.  "I hope you don't think you can -really- out-grow me." The tanned blonde heaved in a deep breath, her orange sports top stretching as her breasts and belly billowed out to beach ball proportions.  Another breath and her ass and limbs bulked up, their sudden width and conical shape forcing them out to the sides before a third breath simply pushed her body out in all directions, leaving her as a six-foot balloon with two domes on her front and the vaguest implication of human anatomy.

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Average: 4 (8 votes)

Wondering

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The police described it as "the incident," Homeland Security described it as "an airship hijacking by unknown assailants," and Sayman Pharmaceuticals didn't describe it as anything at all due to the gag orders and non-disclosure agreements handed out to its employees.  Bella and Zach didn't describe it either, nor did they make any mention of anti-wrinkle creams, former co-worker Nancy MacCallister, or her unusual ambitions which lead to her becoming rather round and single-handedly blotting out the sun over an entire city.  Neither did they mention the secondary effects her ambit

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Bracelets

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"Esra," Jodie began, "have you ever considered that you might have a masturbation problem?"

Esra pondered her friend's question for a moment before giving a definitive reply. "No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Are you -really- sure?" Jodie asked, her tone of voice suggesting that Esra was not sure at all.

"I'm not sure why you're so concerned with how I spend my free time," Esra said.

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Average: 4 (7 votes)

Fruit Fly, The

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With a grunt Alex raised the shutter door, the pale blue of the outside lamps filtering into the storage unit.  It was spacious and kept fastidiously clean, with a cot, mini-fridge, and portable electric stove suggesting that he had spent more than a few nights in here.  As Alex and Reverie stepped inside he let the door close behind them, plunging them into darkness until he turned on the flood lamps, bathing the room and its contents in light.  By the far wall were two metal boxes a bit larger than chemical toilets, with tight bundles of cables at their bases leading to a t

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Average: 4 (4 votes)

Popping and Elves

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Enna was blessed to a degree most other wind elves would be envious of: Platinum hair and smooth bronze skin, a soft figure with full, wide hips and thick thighs, all of which was utterly dwarfed by her breasts.  Enormous by any standards, let alone elven, they were easily more than double the size of her head, hanging down to her navel.  They spilled out between her fingers when she cradled them in her hands, with just enough sag to emphasize their softness and weight while still keeping a pleasing roundness.  She was the envy of many, but she had problems appreciating that

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Average: 4.1 (8 votes)

Idiom

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"So," she said, pacing casually back and forth in front of me, "you know what they say about girls with big feet, right?"

I stared at her. Was -this- why she brought me to this small park between the apartments? "...no, I actually don't, and isn't it supposed to be -guys- with big feet?"

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Average: 4 (2 votes)

Streaming

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Shirley had massively, grossly underestimated how many people had money and a willingness to spend it on stupid things.

Holding up a pump and asking her stream watchers if they wanted to see her pump up her boobs was, obviously, a joke. Much fun was had by all, until she received a rather sizeable donation with a message of "ten thousand bits if you do it kappa."

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Average: 4.3 (7 votes)

Nibiru is a Human

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"So you can inflate?" she asked me.

I nodded. "Absolutely."

"Okay, but... how does it work?"

"I just breathe in." I demonstrated, the air swirling and filling me. My gut surged out, my backside and chest following immediately after. The armpits of my shirt grew snug on me as the denim of my jeans pulled taut across my legs, and mere seconds later I was a bulging, buoyant version of my old self. Not wanting to leave things half-finished I continued, arms and legs being forced apart before growing wider, then rounder, then being absorbed almost fully by my globular figure.

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Average: 3.8 (4 votes)

Performance-Based Pay

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I needed the money.

Normally I wouldn't work for an advertising company, but there were two things about the listing that caught my eye: The first was the lack of any prior work history in the field - "absolutely no experience required," that was the wording. The second was performance-based pay, which is normally a turn-off, but the amount they were proposing was an extraordinary sum. So I went in for an interview to see what the job was.

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Average: 4.5 (13 votes)

Big Mood

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The voice in the back of her head kept telling her that she had made an enormous mistake.

It was either due to carelessness, desire, or curiosity that it happened: While spending time alone with a tank of air, her hand lingered on the valve just long enough for it to be pushed away by her swelling belly, out of reach. She grew, larger than she had ever been before, perhaps unwisely, as her breasts billowed and her stomach pushed them up to her face, blocking her view.

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Average: 4.4 (11 votes)
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