Clean

The whispers started early that day. “Ugh, it’s disgusting, she’s such a whore.” Sarah mumbled. “I know” Michelle replied “those fucking basketballs she calls breasts are obviously plastic. And could her shirt be any tighter? I feel like we’re only seconds away from a free show, and buttons flying everywhere.”

As Katie gave a presentation to her global economy class, she was oblivious to comments from onlookers.

(Or, “Always the Topper, You Have to Pop Her to Stop Her”)

Mary and her twin sister Brandy had shared a rather taboo fetish since they had been young teens; watching movies such as Species 2 and Xtro. Watching those young women swell, their bellies grow so round until they burst had stirred something unexplainable in the two young women, something they enjoyed sharing together. So at the ripe young age of thirteen the two began experimenting; exploring ways to fill their bellies until they felt as if they would pop. Water and food worked to a point but food only made them sick and water was to hard to hold inside them safely so they turned to air.

The gentleman leaned back in his chair, staring intently at the paper in front of him as he attempted to decipher the meaning of the patterns it bore. It was a puzzle that had eluded him for far too long, but after careful consideration and study he felt he understood it enough to try his hand at deciphering it.

"Oh, I see," he muttered. "If the one goes here..." He entered a "1" in one of the boxes on the paper. "...then the seven would go... here. I think I'm starting to get the hang of this."