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Dare

"Nice and full?"

Mandy swallowed again, having chugged the last of the 3 soda bottles. Leave it to her friends to let truth or dare get out of hand. 

"You have to eat as much as we give you, or you lose, yeah?" Gwen said, smiling deviously as she held the giant shopping bag of mentos. 

Mandy nodded. There really were no secrets between them. What was the worse that could have happened if she had chosen truth? But no, going for truth was as good as losing with this lot. 

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Average: 4.3 (6 votes)

Odd Bodies

Daren was wealthy.

Very wealthy. 

And he was also curious. So, he put out an ad, saying that if people would allow him to perform experiments on them, he would give them a hefty allowance for the rest of their life, an allowance so large that they need not ever work again. 

Three people were foolish enough to reply to the add.

Chris, Hamlet, and John were their names. Chris seemes rather proud of himself. Hamlet looked cautious about the ordeal but hopeful that he may earn some money. John was visibly nervous and rather short for his age.

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Average: 3.7 (3 votes)

Boats are gas powered technically

 

Boats are gas powered technically
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Average: 4.6 (16 votes)

Hot Air Balloon

Another morph starring my lady friend Alex~

Hot Air Balloon
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Average: 3.8 (11 votes)

Sudden Inflation!

Sudden Inflation!
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Average: 3.8 (12 votes)

Angelic Poofage

Angelic Poofage
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Average: 2.7 (6 votes)

Rating's Boom

"E-excuse me..." Valerie covered her mouth, shocked at the loud belch she had just let loose. The effects of her near constant snacking on stage had a visual and audible effect. She had to pause the show for a bit to adjust her top to cover her bulging stomach, the camera gliding about the set hoping not to catch her wide frame in full. Most of the audience was silent - they had expected this from her by now.

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Average: 3.8 (11 votes)

From On your mark

From On your mark
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Average: 3.6 (14 votes)

Held to Ransom

Author:
Inflation Types:
Popping:
Sexual Content:

As you groggily open your eyes, you realise you are strapped to a chair. Your hands are cuffed to the arms, and your legs are chained apart. Around your face is strapped a mask tightly, forcing you to breathe through it. A tube runs from the mouthpiece, down between your legs and across the floor to a machine which hums softly.

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Average: 4.3 (16 votes)

Tribal Dancer

This was originally a draft for a painting which I had left untouched for a year or more, therefore, upon realising that said painting would never see the light of day, I've chosen to clean up the draft and leave it as a rather unimpressive piece of line art. At least it's something! Well... Enjoy it if you can.

Tribal Dancer
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Average: 3.8 (8 votes)
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