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Alchemy Experiment

Louis slipped quietly into the small pub as the afternoon sun drew long shadows across the beaten-dirt road. Even by the dim light of the smudged oil lamps, he could see the place was mostly empty. Set back in the shadows, at a table in the far corner, he spied the person he came to meet. He crossed the vacant hardwood floor, trying not to draw attention to himself.

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Average: 3.3 (8 votes)

American Gladiators, revisited

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(Warning: ahead be male inflation and popping by vicious women, but the man deserves it)

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Average: 4.4 (9 votes)

Bus Stop, The

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“It was fucking garbage, Wayne.”

“Hey, cmon, I liked it.”

“Oh, you liked a mindless action movie with scantily clad Hollywood women and explosions every 5 minutes? Stop the presses!”

This argument between Wayne and Sylvia had been going on like this from the moment they walked out of the theatre right up until now, as a promising anniversary date was slowly turned sour by the Hollywood machine.

“It's not my fault if you can't appreciate the nuance and subtext of a movie like this.”

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Average: 4.4 (16 votes)

Genji's Embarrasement

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The recall of Overwatch had surprised the Shimada. One thing he knew of Overwatch among others was that they had been law-abiding, but he remembered well the day Overwatch fell to pieces, its outlawing. Years in Nepal had kept him distant from global affairs, but the recall message managed to reach him, and it was just like old times. Winston seemed to be organising the whole operation, though what geenji did remember of the Scientist was his tendancy to get flustered, and the management of an ilegal military group would send any one human mad. Then again, Winston wasn't human.

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Average: 4.1 (9 votes)

Ghostbusters: Kevin's Slime Inflation

First time doing a slime inflation, thought I should write a prologue for it:

 

After the ghost invasion in New York, the Ghostbusters thought that it would be a good idea for Kevin to receive “Ghostbuster training”. There was no way they were going to let him touch the equipment, but he desperately needed training so he would get possessed again. Today was Kevin’s first lesson, “How to listen to orders to know when to get inside away from a ghost 101”.

Ghostbusters: Kevin's Slime Inflation
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Average: 2.8 (12 votes)

Anniversary Blow (Up) Job, The

The Anniversary Blow (Up) Job

NOTE: This is a follow-up to my previous story titled “That Thing You Do”, that I wrote a few months ago, about a couple, Terrance and Sophie, who have the ability to inflate each other for sexual fun. You might want to read that one first, to give this story some context.

 

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Average: 4.4 (24 votes)

Ski Lodge, The part 2

As Brett approached the door to the party room, he briefly wondered about his stay here. The girls here were sexy (and friendly, a novel experience to Brett and to most of the men here) while the food (and beer!) was both free and plentiful. Again, he wondered about the brochure: "Eat and drink all you want while skiing! Lose weight fast!" He wasn't going to pass up an opportunity like that.

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Average: 3.9 (8 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 (16 votes)

Liquid L.E.A.D. part 2

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It was Monday and I was back to work, all I could think about was going home and inflating. Some time, during lunch, I sat at my desk, and decided I needed to call my discovery something. Later that day, while getting ready to go home, I was stopped by security. I was escorted to the presidents’ office. He was an older gentleman with gray hair, brown eyes, tired face and a course voice from all the cigar smoking in his years. They security guard escorted me to the chair and I sat down. Hans, he began, so did everyone else, no one like to say my full name.

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Average: 2 (5 votes)
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