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C. Plenty Building Incident, The

This is a transcript from an audio recording that have been found in the crater of the Miss C. Plenty Building by the current team of investigator. Given Miss C. Plenty exceptional physical condition and intentions mentioned in this document, without a doubt this should clear all mysteries surrounding this incident:

“- Madam, I found a document you may find most interesting (this voice have been identified as Mrs. X (name classified for the proceeding), private aid for Miss C. Plenty)

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Inflation Contest

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Ayame's heart pounded loudly in her chest. She was in the last round of the 12th annual Inflation Competition with her partner, Iris. And Ayame's face was beginning to show it.

"So how did Team Black do?" A nervous Ayame asked her partner.

"Well.....," said Iris with a pause in her voice, "They got to three feet and quit."

Ayame started to cheer up abit, three feet wasn't that bad she could maybe beat that. Beside Ayame, Iris started to laugh.

"Your too tense," laughed Iris, "You need to loosen up or you really wont stand a chance."

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Melinda's Pumpkins

Melinda stands in front of the gigantic pumpkin resting on the Halloween dance stage. With a lustful smile, she pops her sizeable breast out of her Witch costume.

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Average: 3.8 (4 votes)

Nocturnal, The

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There has been stories of some weird creature roaming around the town causing mischief. This creature is called the Nocturnal because it only comes out in the night. This Creature is described as being dark, ghostly, fangs, humanoid body like its from space, and has three horns protruding from the back of its head. If anyone goes near the Nocturnal they will be bitten by its fangs and injected with mysterious venom, which causes the victims to blow up like balloons and possibly meet their end.

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Loss, The

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What happens to those you leave behind? People meet their end in different ways, but everybody still has loved ones that are left to deal with the loss. This story tries to explore that.

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Average: 3 (5 votes)

Anxiety

I anxiously licked my lips, for what I was I going to be doing once I arrived home from school. Anxiously sat in class after class, wishing the clock would tick faster. Impatiently staring at the clock in each classroom I went with a glare that could kill someone. Nervously stretch my hands throughout class. Eat my lunch with no care at all; hoping it could get my mind of what I wanted to do so badly after school. The seconds inched closer and closer until the final bell of the day rang. It rang so loud I thought I was hearing a joyous melody.

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Average: 2.6 (5 votes)

Barbie's Inflation

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Barbie was on her way to L.A. with three of her friends. She was just a typical rich and spoiled brat who would always get what she wants. She would usually make fun of people who are less fortunate in anything than she is, and so would her friends, Ana, Diana, and Becca. Barbie had long silky blonde hair with blue eyes and a nice tan to go with it. She wore a white sleeveless shirt, a tight black mini skirt, and black high heels. She had an hourglass figure with B cup breasts and a tiny ass to compliment it.

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Average: 2.2 (5 votes)

The Haymaker, part 2

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Aston awoke to her body rocking slowly in place. She was in a large, brightly lit room. The only sounds came from air rushing through circulation vents above and below her. After observing her body’s movements, she determined that the breeze from the vents was causing her to rock in place. The air was cold, and it made her very uncomfortable. Still working off instinct, she tried to rub her hands together to generate some friction. She felt nothing, not even the slight muscle twitches she had felt before. Had she grown even further?

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Average: 3.7 (3 votes)

Chelsea

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Chelsea was bored. No-one was going to pick her up for two hours, She glanced in her full length mirror and viewed herself "2 hours picking this out and they are going to be late?" she moaned. She was wearing her dark brown hair short to just above her shoulders. Leaning back on her desk she smiles at her short tartan skirt and strappy white top, so close it looked like a slip or night shirt, accentuating her breasts, she pouted and stuck out a hip for effect. "Not bad" she muttered, as her hand bumped into something on her desk.

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Average: 3.6 (11 votes)
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