Belly Inflation

Mondo the Great

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The nightclub crowd roared hysterically. Mondo, the illusionist and hypnotist was quickly becoming a big name act, and word of mouth was all the advertising he needed to pack a house. He wore a tuxedo, but offset its formal effect by wearing sneakers and letting his shirt-tails hang out. And Mondo's long hair made him look more like a beach bum than a stage performer.

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Average: 3.8 (10 votes)

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Jenny the Balloon Girl, Part 2

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Jenny had fun with the Balloon Bra and she wanted to find more ways to blow up her tits with air. She went to the store that sold her the bra. She found a bunch of stuff and bought it all. She was only fifteen and had only a small allowance to use, but she saved what she could for a special event. She also loved balloons. She would buy a mega-pack of them and just spend the afternoon popping them in different ways.

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Average: 3.3 (8 votes)

Expanding Horizons, Part III: Discovered

Part III: Discovered

Julia's secret is no longer a secret, but do the prying eyes belong to an ally or an enemy?

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Average: 4.1 (12 votes)

Cora's Mission

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Cora lay back on her beach chair, halfway asleep. She stretched her arms above her head, and ran a hand over her trim belly. “It's almost getting to the point where it's strange when my belly's small,” Cora thought to herself, “Never thought I'd get used to carrying around a belly that big.” But she didn't have to think about it for a while, she was on leave, her bio-electrical collector was about five hundred million miles away, and the only time her belly would get big was when she ate too much at the buffet.

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Average: 3.3 (3 votes)

Compressed Air Claire

Claire has a wish, and you find a special way of making it come true.

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Average: 3.5 (15 votes)

Charmed Inflation

“Finally, some rest from those demons and no people to save for a while,” Phoebe happily called out. She and her sisters had just returned from their latest mission: They had finally gotten rid of a few more demons and now could simply relax and enjoy their powers. “But what could we do now that we don’t have to fight against evil forces,” Piper inquired. “Well, I guess we could use our powers for other things as well… we could play some games,” Prue suggested.

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Average: 2.8 (5 votes)

Challenge, The

It’s late afternoon by the time I arrive at the empty stadium. I notice that you’re already there, waiting for me. You’re looking smug, as though you already know the outcome of our little competition. I absent-mindedly finger my navel. I know that if I lose, that wonderfully familiar hose will be pushed into it. I remember well the sensation of my belly swelling as you pump it full of air. This time, it won’t be as easy...

“Hello! Sorry I’m late,” I apologize to you. “I had to get a few things ready, so that I could meet your challenge.”

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Average: 4 (12 votes)

Bloating, The

The cold, dark halls of the Rez-Corp research facility was not a place full of activity. Nobody was usually in the halls except to get from one research department to another. Rebecca Anderson walked down the barren halls to the parking lot, ready to go home for the day. She built her success mainly on stealing other people's projects or spying. The Rez-Corp research facility was a semi-casual place, so people didn't have to wear specific uniforms. Rebecca wore her usual black slacks with black belt, and a plain button-down white shirt.

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Average: 3.1 (8 votes)

Bigger

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It was 11:30, and Wendy was running late. She had to get home so she could wake up early the next morning. She had a fashion shoot with Bongo jeans and she didn't want to be late. She was a model, age 21. This was very important to her because she was just becoming famous, getting herself in more ads and commercials. She was dreaming about how popular she would one day be, and be in every magazine in America, and some day the world. Her mind was wondering as she was doing 85 MPH on a downtown road.

"Holy Jeese! No!"

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Average: 1.8 (4 votes)
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