Full Body Inflation

Not Fat, Partially Inflated

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Or, "Something Based on the Strangest Conversation I Ever Had"

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Average: 3.7 (10 votes)

Bad Trip

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"Go ahead, girlie!" said the weird looking lanky guy with the german accent. "Try it!" He waved the pill in front of Angela's face.

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Average: 3.3 (4 votes)

Inflate.exe

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I grinned at the message I got to my inbox.

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Average: 3.8 (14 votes)

Pet

He led Torrie around the house on a leash. It gave him that great sense of power for which he craved. The leash was short and permitted only little liberty in movement. Torrie moved around on her hands and knees seemingly feeling no discomfort. The attractive blonde wore a dark black latex suit that barely covered her behind. It was long-sleeved, though, and gave her a panther-like look when viewed from the front. The two reached the large oak doors, which they passed through as moved on over the stone floor towards the laboratory of the mansion.

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Average: 3.5 (8 votes)

Great Inflations, Part 3

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How Elisha's friends became more friendly, and how Elisha saves the day.

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Average: 3.6 (7 votes)

Great Inflations, Part 2

How Gabriel missed an important physics lesson, and how Elisha gave him a pop quiz.

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Average: 3.9 (8 votes)

Great Inflations, Part 1

How Elisha entertained her guests, and how Gabriel wound up naked on the couch.

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Average: 3.4 (8 votes)

Gene Therapy

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The couple sat in the doctor's office. Mike and Tammy had come to Dr. Alexander's office after being referred there by their normal physician. Supposedly, there was a new type of treatment for Tammy's diabetes that would prevent Tammy from needing to deal with insulin shots anymore, or keep such close track of her blood sugar.

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Average: 3.7 (7 votes)

Fantasy Mountain

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She walked up the stairs into the lodge after a long day in the snow. She was tired but felt great after being in the sun and snow. Her snowsuit was new and fit her nicely. "Is this seat taken?" she asked pointing to a bar stool. A man turned around, smiled and told her no. She recognized him from earlier in the day. She noticed that he worked at the lodge. "You work here, don't you?" she asked. "Yes, sort of." He replied. "Actually, I own the resort." "You own the resort? Wow. I love coming to this place. I've been coming to Fantasy Mountain for years."

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Average: 3.5 (6 votes)

Daughter of Flubber

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At night the towering skyscrapers of the city rose out of the neon underbelly like a black hi-tech forest. Among these light-studded monoliths swung a lone feminine figure like a modern-day Tarzan, scanning the city for a place to settle on, she was on a mission. She was the infamous corporate spy known only as Io, feared for her skill at stealing corporate secrets and despised for her contributions towards competing corporations in cutthroat world of hi-tech electronic, chemical, and biological engineering industries.

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Average: 3.5 (4 votes)
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