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Coiled Rope

There's a problem of finding likeminded people in desolate, rural areas such as mine. So I, like many young teenagers at that age, often took to the internet joining a small community here or there sharing interests. One such interest caught my attention, body inflation. I eyed the term quizzically wondering just what the hell it was before clicking.

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Average: 4.5 (22 votes)

Teslite: Die Gessellschaft von Thule

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We had arrived back home to our apartment in the style only the Home Guard could offer, a jostling metal crate that lept over ever little stone it had the misfortune of touching. Needless to say, Amisi and I were more than grateful for our little "escort" to have come to a more settled end. We bid farewell to our redcoated friends before ascending the staircase to our porchside entrance. I had just put the key into the lock when something fell from above, a flash of brown that landed at our feet with a light thud.

"What in tarn-?!" I cried out stepping back quickly.

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Average: 3 (3 votes)

Perfectly Inflated

How about this.....

So I met this girl while running some Arrands one day. Had to stop and grab some flowers to drop off at the nursing home so I stopped by the local flourist. 

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Average: 4.4 (27 votes)

Boosting Lucio

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(Warning: This lil' fiction contains pretty intimate details about the male anatomy. Also, yes, it is an inflation fic of Lucio from Overwatch. If that's not your thing, I suggest you don't read it)

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Lucio was amazed that Winston hadn't been kidding. there it was, an aerobics course, but with surfaces specifically for wall riding. The entire thing looped so the DJ could test both his speed and endurance. Both, he had to hand to himself, were pretty amazing.

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Average: 3.9 (7 votes)

A Familiar Spell, Part One

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"Not enough mana? Preposterous!"

Anna paced the room, frustration oozing from her every movement. She cast a venomous look at the grimoire that sat, open and innocent, on her bedside table. The tagged page that stared up at the ceiling bore a long, complex spell, written in a tongue not often spoken by mortals. The language of demons, taboo as it was, was a beautiful language as poetic as it was complicated, and it was vital to casting many spells of overwhelming power. At that moment, the ancient characters seemed to mock her, dancing across the page in fading candlelight.

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Average: 4.3 (11 votes)

Blind Date


I can’t see.


I clung to the porch railing, smoothing my palms over the weathered texture of old paint. The autumn breeze sent a bunch of leaves scratching across the driveway, and a windchime rang about from the next-door neighbor’s yard.

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Average: 4.2 (16 votes)

Orb-O's

I'm sorry, you ate WHAT?!”

“You know, those little Orbeez balls. The ones that swell up in water. When I was at the mall earlier there was a kiosk selling them. The packaging even says they're non-toxic, and the guy running the kiosk told me that they're definitely edible.”

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Average: 4.1 (14 votes)

Orientation

Orientation

by SvenSvenson
©2017

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Disclaimer: Naughty, inflatable themes herein.
For mature audiences only.
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Jane stood alone in the alley, her frozen breath hanging in the air as she numbly waited for someone to answer the door.

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Average: 4.5 (20 votes)

Xetal

Xetal

 

'Hi Jody, how're you doing?'

I interrupted my doleful perusal of the newspaper racks to glnnce round at Pavel.

'Oh, fine thanks.'

You know how you're not supposed to say you're fine when you're not so the other person doesn't have to get into the whole thing? This was such an occasion.

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Average: 3.8 (10 votes)

Vacation Plans

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Little wisps of fog charged at the windshield of Angela’s Corolla as it wandered in the night, deep in a maze of paved-over indian trails, wagon paths, and modern blunders bored through a forest as dense as it was ancient. A thick leafy canopy reached around the road like a grasping hand. The Corolla’s dim, foggy headlights served as a surrogate for whatever little moonlight could reach the tarmac below. She was looking for a gravel road.

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Average: 4.2 (11 votes)
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