Belly Inflation

Serenity

We lay in the park, drunk with ethnic motives of the planet. Musicians of all skin colours change one another. Her stomach starts growing. “How do you do that?” – I ask lightly. She shrugs and spreads hands wider on the grass, eyes locked on the stage: “Endocrinologist told me this is not dangerous”. I embrace her slowly ballooning tummy. She grows more relaxed and rounded. We smile at each other. I crawl to sit behind and around her, to support her frame – the pose is more intimate than intended, but it relaxes her even more.

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Tabloids

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“Breaking news at 6:00, Billionaire tech entrepreneur Pan Armington’s dirty secret revealed. You may know him as the mind behind home fusion reactors and media figurehead for clean energy; a man truly larger than life. But he likes it larger, much larger. After a hacker seised a few of his online accounts last week, it was found out that Mr Armington has quite the fetish for body expansion, and has been keeping it hidden for years. We cover more later.”

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Average: 3.3 (6 votes)

Inflatra: Medicine for Women

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Inflatra: Medicine for Women
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Average: 4.4 (9 votes)

Women's Christian Temperance Union Cartoon

From Wikipedia: "This 1902 illustration from the Hawaiian Gazette newspaper humorously illustrates the Anti-Saloon League and the Women's Christian Temperance Union's campaign against the producers and sellers of beers in Hawaii."

Women's Christian Temperance Union Cartoon
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Average: 3 (2 votes)

Pumpin' Head

I've told you about Alexa Pittman, Door Woman. I've told you about Alexa Pittman, Bowling Alley Queen. I've even told you about Alexa Pittman, college student in the desert. 

But before all that, I've got one last Alexa Pittman -- Alexa Pittman the scared, frightened little girl. 

She was about 18 at the time. She had just started college. 

She was driving from Longview to Shreveport. A meeting with her parents had transitioned into her going back to Centenary College. It wasn't long before someone behind her started following her. 

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Average: 2.5 (6 votes)

A Friendly Mishap

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The day was hot. Being in the middle of summer, days like this came often, and often did we make the best out of it. Geared with my bikini, my towel, and some sunscreen, spending the day basking in the sun with my bestie sounded like a marvelous idea. Of course, the beach was a bit too far away, so we have to settle for your back yard, pool and all. I had a good feeling about today, and I planned to make the best of it. Nudging my sunglasses upward on my nose, I parked up on your driveway, grabbed myself, locked my car and made way for the door.

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Average: 4 (5 votes)

Lovely Evening, A

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A busy day, winding down, coming close to its end. In our dorm room, we sit on opposite sides of our room. You are tending to your work, scribbling in your notebook. I am in my bed, casually reading a magazine. For a while there's simply the sound of your pencil tracing on paper, with the occasional flip of a page from my magazine. The sun is still well and up in the sky, and as I look out, a small sigh escapes my lips. I drop the magazine on my bed and roll to my side, focusing on the back of your head.

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Average: 4 (3 votes)

Scent of Victory, The

I've told you the story of Alexa Pittman, Door Woman. And I'm going to tell you the story of, and this is because before she was the Door Woman, Alexa Pittman was: 

THE BOWLING ALLEY QUEEN.

Now you know that Alexa wore those cowboy boots and hats and that pair of jeans in "the Door Woman?" Well this Alexa Pittman is the same but quite a bit different. Because one or two years before she tossed all that garb away (?) and wore a leather jacket, tight t-shirt, a pair of shorts, and a pair of high heels (RED).

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Average: 2.4 (5 votes)

Massive Mechanic

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Pete was a tall, buff, blonde haired guy, with a beard looking much like a blonde version of Lou Ferrigno from back in his Hercules days. Pete was a mechanic, the term being used lightly, as to the annoyance of his coworkers Pete was a real slacker. Pete was always on his phone or chatting up the female customers who came in, entrancing them with his bulging biceps or how his shirt strained against the movement of his rounded pecs or even with his sheer height as he beamed down at them his white teeth and pale blue eyes.

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Average: 4.4 (8 votes)

Anna Bursts her Bubble

Anna Waltman Bursts her Bubble

 

Anna Waltman was sat next to her suite partner on her lawn chair.

Lauren, the most boring person on earth, smoked a cigarette next to her -- not unusual.

Centenary College had a strict no-smoking policy, and Lauren defied it.

Anna took it in stride. Nothing would annoy this girl. Smoke didn't bother her -- neither did Lauren. She was an independent woman.

Lauren decided to get the better of her. She was annoyed at how much better Anna always looked...

"So how many girls have you popped?" she asked.

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Average: 2.6 (8 votes)
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