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Would You Like To Fly With My Beautiful Balloons?, Part 3

Submitted by System on Sat, 08/09/2008 - 13:39
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Mrs. Seegler gave me a XXXXL t-shirt that actually tucked into my pants. She said she'd have new brassieres and some cute tops for me in a few days knowing I was in need of some new garments quickly. I had walked to the shoppe so I called my friend to come pick me up. Mrs. Seegler and her friends squeezed me back outside of the place and waited until my ride arrived.

"Thanks for all your help...and sorry about the door frame," I said blushing. "No problem. I needed to get that fixed anyway," Mrs. Seegler smiled, as a blue full-sized Chevy van pulled up to the curb.

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Average: 2.8 (4 votes)

Would You Like To Fly With My Beautiful Balloons?, Part 2

Submitted by System on Sat, 08/09/2008 - 13:29
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"You're going to stay that big? Stay that size?"

"I think so," I replied. "Are you upset?"

"Upset! Are you kidding?!" you exclaimed as you moved even closer, your eyes on my humongus chest. "I think it's great!"

As you physically admired my breasts, I decided not to tell you that something like this had happened before, a year or two ago. I had gone from a paltry 38D to my current 68EE after a series of bizarre dreams. Now, I had gone from a rather large 68EE to...what? Only my seamstress could know...

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Average: 2.7 (3 votes)

Washout

Submitted by System on Sat, 08/09/2008 - 13:05
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We stood outside washing the cars. The sun was shining down, reflecting off the drops of water on the bodies of our vehicles like twinkling stars. You slapped a dripping soapy rag onto the hood of your car, sliding it around on the smooth metal surface. I sponged down a fender of my yellow Volkswagen.

"Baby, hand me the hose. Could you?" you asked. You looked to me, noticing how wet my white tanktop was getting. My breasts--my "succulent 38's" as you called them--swayed bralessly as I rubbed down my car.

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Average: 3.3 (4 votes)

Pump, The

Submitted by System on Sat, 08/09/2008 - 02:50
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Betty bounced her newborn son in her lap as she waited for her husband to exit the lab. Her car stereo tuned to the local classical station, she took Timmy's pacifier from his limp mouth quietly so as to not wake him up. Gently, she placed him in the seat next to her and sat back in exhaustion. In the rear view mirror, a mid 20's woman with short black hair and bags under her eyes stared back at her.

"I need some sleep," she moaned. "No, scratch that. I need some good sex, then a hot bath, then I need some sleep."

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Average: 2.5 (4 votes)

What Constitutes an Ingredient

Submitted by System on Wed, 07/30/2008 - 02:38
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Stacky and TLink settle in for a relaxing day in the sun. But TLink's fresh lemonade has an unexpected effect on Stacky.

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Average: 4.1 (10 votes)

Suit, The

Submitted by System on Mon, 06/16/2008 - 01:52
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Claire makes the best of a bad situation when her job requires her to wear a special mascot suit.

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Average: 3.8 (5 votes)

Unexplained Expansion 5

Submitted by System on Wed, 05/28/2008 - 01:28
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Annie awoke to the sound of her alarm clock, and stirred from her sleep. It was barely morning; the sun wasn’t even up yet. “What a weird dream,” she said to herself. The alarm sounded so far away, and almost as if it was beneath her. She groggily reached out to shut it off, but was surprised to find that her hand hit only air. Her eyes fluttered open, and she screamed at the sight in front of her. Firstly, her boobs were enormous. Second, they were touching the ceiling, which meant she was floating. It wasn’t a dream, she thought to herself with a gasp. What am I going to do now?

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Average: 3.2 (5 votes)

Claire 2: Sam's Birthday

Submitted by System on Mon, 05/26/2008 - 22:59
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The lights at their table were dim. Steve and Claire were having a quiet dinner together. The waiter filled their wine glasses and faded away. Both were partially done their fish and chatting softly.

"I felt I was right to kick those guys out of the restaurant. I mean they were loud, rude, and were disturbing the other customers and their children." Claire stated.

Steve nodded. "I totally agree with you Claire. So what's the problem?"

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Average: 3.5 (4 votes)

Bomb Belly Al Bhed

Submitted by System on Mon, 05/26/2008 - 22:38
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Insert typical declaimer here. Yea…so I’m your author or storyteller even for this evening, or day, or whatever time it is when you read these things. The following situation is fiction. The characters are copy right of square enix. So don’t sue me. Not that they'd ever find this stuff. Anyway…. On to the story!

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Average: 3.3 (3 votes)

Amy

Submitted by System on Wed, 05/21/2008 - 02:25
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“So I’m an embarrassment, Steve? I embarrass you?” Anne smirked angrily over her shoulder at Steve, who looked extremely pleased with himself.

“Yep. That’s exactly it. Every time I turn around, you’re doing something to make me look stupid. But, you’re not just an embarrassment,” he began, almost savoring the words, “Anne, you’re a joke.”

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Average: 4 (7 votes)
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