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Inflating Sisters

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Terry smiles as he sees Tanya and her sister waiting near the door as he leaves work. The sky is dim and he looks down at the two five foot tall sisters. Their faces smile back at him and Tanya wraps a arm around him to give him a hug. Her long black ponytail dances across the top of his arm as he hugs her back and she says, “I have a surprise for you.”

Terry leans away to look at her, “Really? What is it?”

Tanya holds a finger to his lips, “Shhh you’ll see.”

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Average: 3 (14 votes)

It Was Her Turn

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It was Her Turn

By Sethshark

Warning this story contains female inflation, sex and popping. Don't like, don't read

It was her turn, to be humiliated and abused. To be used and discarded, tossed away like a used condom at the conclusion of ones spurt.... all of this made her wet. For she was like no other, bar those that had come before her, though they weren’t able to speak on their own behalf.... anymore.

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Average: 4.3 (22 votes)

Mass Effect: The Leprechaun's Attack

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Commander Shepard and his crew go investigate an ancient prothean temple. Inside however they are shocked find something disturbing.

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Average: 2.1 (8 votes)

Wicked Way to Go, A

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After much deliberation, the townspeople came to the conclusion that the old shack in the middle of woods must be a place of witchcraft, and they schemed of a way to purge such terrifying acts from their vicinity.

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Average: 4.1 (15 votes)

Lost Giant Inflation Story

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aka, "The Last Giant Inflation Story")

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Average: 3.3 (6 votes)

Insignificant

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There was a loud “pop” and a giggle, and Severin knew that one of his fellow prisoners had just exploded.

Severin bobbed at the end of his string, looking straight ahead—all he could do without a neck to turn his gaze—and seeing the terrified expressions of the balloons adjacent to him.

All around him, both inside his field of vision and outside, were other human balloons: once men, now inflated versions of themselves. To the casual observer, they appeared as latex toys, with the barest of human features to indicate their former shapes.

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Average: 3.2 (6 votes)

Knight of Inflacia

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Jack smiles as he applies pressure and loud squeaks of rubber fill the room. The woman pleads for him to stop and he just stares into her fear stricken eyes as he applies more pressure. She screams for him to stop as she races toward explosion and something dark inside him smiles. His heart pounds in his chest and adrenaline courses through his body.

Suddenly a hand grabs hold of Jack’s shoulder and pulls him away. Trent’s voice screams, “What are you doing?!”

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Average: 2.9 (7 votes)

Revenge

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Shannon's eyes fluttered as she slowly regained consciousness, then snapped open as she felt the rope tying her wrists together.  She looked up to find herself sitting on a chair in an empty garage, with Tanya looming over her. "Tanya?!  What's going on?"

Tanya gave her a malicious grin. "What's going on is... REVENGE!"

A beat.

Shannon blinked. "Fooooooor...?"

"For revenge!"

"No, I understood that part.  I'm asking what you're getting revenge for."

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Average: 3.3 (10 votes)

Ski Lodge, The part 2

As Brett approached the door to the party room, he briefly wondered about his stay here. The girls here were sexy (and friendly, a novel experience to Brett and to most of the men here) while the food (and beer!) was both free and plentiful. Again, he wondered about the brochure: "Eat and drink all you want while skiing! Lose weight fast!" He wasn't going to pass up an opportunity like that.

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Average: 3.9 (8 votes)

Popper, The

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The weight of my current situation is overwhelming as I sit at the table and play with the handcuffs around my wrists. A big mirror decorates the wall in front of me and every time I look up I find myself staring back. It’s unsettling and almost unsettling is the idea that people are watching me from the other side of the mirror. I swallow as I rub my hand and feel the coolness of the table. My mind wonders in the quiet of the room and I find myself asking how long have I been here or if any one remembers that I am here.

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Average: 3.5 (11 votes)
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