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Job that Blows, A

Submitted by LutherVKane on Tue, 10/23/2012 - 23:48

Author:

Mark B.

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Genders:

Female Inflation

Inflation Types:

Full Body Inflation

Popping:

Implied

Mario was a simple balloon salesman of humble means. Each day, Mario would push his cart up and down the street, and sell balloons to whoever wanted them. The Italian immigrant didn’t discriminate.

Roxanne was a high-powered advertising executive. She walked past Mario’s cart each day on her brisk walk to work. Every morning she barked orders into her cell phone, coffee in hand.

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Average: 4.1 (10 votes)

Intertwined Histories of Human Ballooning, Diving Rescues, and the Inflation Olympics: A Personal History

Submitted by latecomer on Tue, 10/23/2012 - 02:09

Author:

latecomer

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Genders:

Female Inflation

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Popping:

None

The Intertwined Histories of Human Ballooning, Diving Rescues, and the Inflation Olympics:

A Personal History

by Latecomer

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Average: 4 (7 votes)

Reality Show, The

Submitted by vopeviji on Fri, 09/14/2012 - 01:42

Author:

Vopeviji

Keywords:

helium

Genders:

Female Inflation

Inflation Types:

Popping:

Clean

Sexual Content:

Mild

Prologue

The commercial kept showing up on television several times a day and every day of the week. They kept telling us there was going to be a reality show with a lot of “pop” in it, and it was going to be 12 competing girls and they were still searching for members for the upcoming show in a couple of months. I could hear my sister call from the kitchen, but I always got curious about this show that they are going to air in a couple of months is all about, it didn’t even have a name yet! I kept listening to the commercial “One girl will be popped out of the show every episode!

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Average: 3.5 (11 votes)

Single Huff, A

Submitted by Anonymous on Thu, 09/06/2012 - 17:03

Author:

Tentaclaw100

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Genders:

Female Inflation

Inflation Types:

Full Body Inflation

Popping:

Implied

I sit down on the tank itself, wearing only a pair of black panties and a black bra, both made to stretch a considerable amount. Under me is a helium tank.

I push my brown hair out of the way, my green eyes glistening. I take the hose of the tank, and put the nozzle in my mouth. I turn the valve, and a rush of the gas goes into me.

First my stomach expands, filling divinely and quickly. Already I look like I should be carrying twins. Next were my breasts, filling evenly, and quite well. The pressure was building already, thirlling me.

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