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Jenny the Balloon Girl, Part 1

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Jenny ran in the door to her room, shut it, and locked it. She was over- excited and couldn't wait to try her new bra out. She pulled a small box out of her purse and threw it on the bed. She then pulled her shirt off over her B-Cup breasts and long black hair. She than undid her bra and threw it across the room. Her breasts bounced a little as she opened the box and sat down on the bed. Inside was a light blue bra covered by balloons.

Jenny has always loved balloons. She likes to blow them up, pop them, stick them in her shirt over her breasts, or just bounce on them.

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Average: 2.8 (5 votes)

Katrina's Balloons

Katrina walked down the street, happily humming a tune to herself that was accompanied by a slight, knowing smile. She was a striking young woman of average height, with long reddish locks and brilliant green eyes. In spite of this, her most noticeable features were her breasts. They began high on her chest and blossomed forth into swollen, rounded mounds that commanded the majority of her torso, and the immediate airspace surrounding her frame.

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Average: 4.1 (20 votes)

Lab, The

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"Whoa...OK, it's starting." It had taken months, but at last, we'd found the answer. A strange concoction of the lighter chemicals of the periodic table had resulted in what could be modern science's (and plastic surgery's) biggest coup -- a formula that could inflate the female breast, much like a balloon. While it added no additional weight to the body, it did alter its appearance from within. Carrie was a coed with a keen interest in science, but beyond that, as one of the less-endowed on campus, she was eager to take a risk if it meant a better self-image.

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Average: 4.1 (8 votes)

Inflating Comeback

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While setting up for a party, Jesse makes an amazing discovery. She decides to use it to teach Teresa a lesson.

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Average: 3.5 (6 votes)

Interview, The

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Kathy Kim just wants a job, but this interview is too much pressure!

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Average: 4 (8 votes)

Impossible Escape, The

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It all started a few months ago. I'm a lab assistant for a chemistry professor. He leads the field in synthesizing chemicals, and integrating biological subjects with synthetic materials, among other specialties. For example he had once worked with the government in constructing counter bio-weaponry. That's why we're on this island. The professor (his name is John) and I (Gina his lab assistant and lover) were kidnapped by some terrorists and taken to some island we figured out to be in the Florida Keys.

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Average: 3.7 (10 votes)

I'd Rather Be Flying

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Rachel's been having some fun with the top-secret project she's been working on, and she decides to share it with her friend Pam.

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Average: 4.1 (15 votes)

I Was a Teenage Blimp Girl

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One time, when my parents went on vacation, they left my older sister in charge of me. She wasn't too thrilled about it, because she had a boyfriend and wanted to spend Saturday night with him at his family's cabin by the lake, but she knew that if she left me alone, I'd go out dating, which my parents didn't want me doing if they weren't home. We fought about it all week, but I knew I had the upper hand, since she couldn't make me stay home without giving up the weekend with her boyfriend. When I told her as much, she just grinned nastily and said, "We'll see about that."

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Average: 4.1 (17 votes)

I Turned her into a Blueberry!

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"So should we get started right away?" Rachael asked while walking in through the door. David closed the door behind her.

"We don't have to, you can rest a bit before we start studying"

"Thanks, I had to walk here."

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Average: 3.3 (6 votes)

I Can See My House From Here

The sun arose over the ocean horizon and sprayed a bright light into the many windows of the large condos. A room on the 14th floor housed Rita, an everyday woman trying to make a living. She climbed from her bed, stretching her limbs outwards and yawning. She took a look down at the beach; she had planned to take a day of relaxation after searching for new jobs all week long. The day was already bright and the ocean was reflecting the sun into her eyes. She had chosen the perfect day.

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Average: 3 (3 votes)
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