Home ›

Full Body Inflation

Riders of the Breeze

Submitted by PuffyMan on Mon, 12/28/2020 - 23:22
Author:
Keywords:
Genders:
Inflation Types:
Popping:

"And you brought me all the way to this abandoned hangar… why, exactly?"  Troy glanced left and right, looking at the barren walls of what was once a storehouse for small planes at the long-closed local airport.  The sound of Jasmine's melodic giggle snapped him out of his contemplation.

0
Average: 4.3 (6 votes)

Prodigy, The

Submitted by UNAF vs. SFP on Mon, 12/28/2020 - 23:20
Author:
Genders:
Inflation Types:
Popping:
Sexual Content:

There is an old belief among the Gaels that the Ash Tree was one of the legendary guardian trees of Ireland. The tree is credited with a range of protective and healing properties, a magically imbued tree. One could even say that the girl named Ashley possessed such incredible power but not of a positive sort.

0
Average: 3.5 (4 votes)

Ill-Conceived Escape, An

Submitted by BJonly on Mon, 12/28/2020 - 23:16
Author:
Keywords:
Genders:
Inflation Types:
Popping:
Sexual Content:

“You have wronged me and the court,” the king bellowed, his voice echoing through the filled throne room. The lords and ladies of the court stood around, all glaring at the fellow in the center of the room. At the head of the room, the king and queen sat, resplendent and handsome. To the queen’s right sat her daughter, the princess. The young woman, having just seen her twenty-first name day, sat primly, yet could not help wiggling her fingers at the man in the middle. “The kingdom despises you, sir. Were it up to me, you would be put to death.

0
Average: 4.3 (4 votes)

Torture Dressed Like Therapy 2: Testing the Limits

Submitted by System on Mon, 12/28/2020 - 23:13
Author:
Keywords:
Genders:
Inflation Types:
Popping:

A year, maybe two. Glen had quickly grown tired of his life hooked up to a canister. Klestofer stopped visiting him after a few months, leaving him alone most days. Sometimes therapists came in and asked him questions. He would anawer truthfully, but they never did anything about his dark thoughts.

He often wished he would just pop. Or deflate. Or fall asleep and never wake up. 

0
Average: 3.5 (4 votes)

Torture Dressed Like Therapy

Submitted by System on Mon, 12/28/2020 - 23:10
Author:
Keywords:
Genders:
Inflation Types:
Popping:

It was unsuspected. Just and unfortunate draw of bad luck. They hadn't been looking for anyone specific, just whoever they could get their hands on - fast and easy. 

Some cruel, twisted minds were just looking to tinker with the limits of the human body. To see just how far it would go. None involved, of course, were bold enough to volunteer. They wanted to explore this stretch of a theory with no expense to themselves. 

And poor Glen just happened to be walking home alone on the night they decided to find a test subject.

0
Average: 3 (3 votes)

Abbie's Incident

Submitted by System on Mon, 12/28/2020 - 23:06
Author:
Keywords:
Genders:
Inflation Types:
Popping:

Abbie knew she should not be here. Students of the New York Academy of Magic were never allowed in the lower floors of the building unsupervised, much less in the restricted Transcripts Room in the middle of the night. In the petite, auburn-haired girl’s hand was a transcript forged to more ‘accurately’ reflect her academic ability; her grades were just below that of her despised rival Natalie, which was, of course, unthinkable. “If they won’t recognize my excellence,” Abbie thought, “then I’ll do it for them.” She pocketed the forgery and went off in search of her records.

0
Average: 4.3 (4 votes)

How I met your Balloon

Submitted by PuffyMan on Mon, 12/28/2020 - 23:04
Author:
Genders:
Inflation Types:
Popping:

"Hey, Dad?"

Micheal looked up from the book he was reading on the back patio of his house.  At roughly forty-five years old, he had reached his middle age rather gracefully.  Brushing a stray lock of his notoriously unkempt hair aside, he glanced over his shoulder to see his son, Timothy.  Folding the corner of a page over to mark his place in the novel, he turned to face his child. "Hey, sport. What's up?  I thought you and your friends would be playing that new game of yours. What number is it up to now, Black Ops 28 or 29?"

0
Average: 3.3 (3 votes)

Pumping Perfume

Submitted by Finjen on Mon, 12/28/2020 - 18:57
Author:
Keywords:
Genders:
Inflation Types:
Popping:
Sexual Content:

“Leave him alone.” barked Harold from the cabin door, his speckled eyes locked on Boyd who had Devon pinned to the timber floor.

0
Average: 3.8 (5 votes)

Route 5: Golden Aether

Submitted by silvergold357 on Sun, 01/19/2020 - 15:45
Author:
Keywords:
Genders:
Inflation Types:
Popping:
Sexual Content:

Death, pillaging, and destruction- this has been the fate of Fódlan for the past five years. War has claimed countless lives, and many believed Byleth’s to be one of them. She disappeared shortly before Garreg Mach Monastery fell, and her students in the Golden Deer house assumed the worst when they couldn’t find their beloved professor. They were overcome with joy, if not a little confused, when she reappeared after years of presumed death. Byleth’s keen strategy and battlefield prowess allowed her former students to retake Garreg Mach and begin the fight to save Fódlan.

0
Average: 3.8 (5 votes)

Catriona's End

Submitted by Anonymous on Fri, 01/03/2020 - 00:40
Artist:
Keywords:
Genders:
Inflation Types:
Galleries:

 

Catriona's End
0
Average: 4.4 (14 votes)
Syndicate content