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Expansive Condition, An

Submitted by System on Mon, 09/14/2009 - 15:10
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I’m not sure when it first started. I mean, it was just another, perfectly normal day at high school, nothing special. My clothes first started feeling snug near the end of Block 3, and they got tighter on the bus ride home. At first I thought they might have shrunk, but then I started noticing the little paunch protruding from my stomach. I managed to get off the bus without anyone noticing and ran to my room without even acknowledging the family member who tried to greet me.

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Average: 2.8 (8 votes)

Balloon Bar, The

Submitted by System on Wed, 07/08/2009 - 19:14
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So I'm driving along, fresh out from a long day at work. It was just one of those days you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy, or maybe you would.

Anyway, I'm driving home, but there ain't no real reason to go there. I share my apartment with myself, and the though of cooking something for dinner isn't really appealing to me. It's Friday and come to think of it, I'm not really hungry, but thirsty. So I figure I'll stop at my favorite spot for a beer or two or three.

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Average: 3.7 (11 votes)

Am I Crazy, Doc?

Submitted by System on Wed, 07/08/2009 - 19:07
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“What’s wrong with me?” I wonder to myself as I pet my flat belly while I lay on my bed looking up at the ceiling. A week ago my pregnant friend stuffed a hose in me and made me swell up like a balloon.

“That’s impossible though - that’s not even remotely, humanly possible. Am I turning into a cartoon?” I give a slight puff on my thumb and I can feel my chest swell a bit with air.

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Average: 3.7 (6 votes)

You Don't Know

Submitted by System on Wed, 07/08/2009 - 19:04
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“You look great, Kerry, don’t be so hard on yours,” I tell my friend Kerry who is eight months pregnant.

“I’m a fucking cow! That’s why he ignores me. All he sees is how I used to be thin and I blew up into this,” Kerry says wiping tears that are running her makeup.

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Average: 3.6 (12 votes)

Air Compressor, The

Submitted by System on Wed, 05/20/2009 - 19:35
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"Ok, Ok, just keep 'em closed, you're gonna love this." I say. "Whaaat? What is it?" You ask playfully, obediently keeping your eyes closed. "Just feel." I tell you. I grab your hand and press it to my stomach. "Mmm." you say, giving it a little rub. "Just wait." I tell you. All of a sudden you hear a squeak and then a hiss, and my stomach starts to press against your hand. "No way." you say reverently, your jaw dropping. "Mmphhmm." I mumble, something in my mouth. Your eyes pop open and you take in the sight before you.

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Average: 3.4 (7 votes)

Cheesecake

Submitted by System on Sat, 05/16/2009 - 20:54
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Warning: Short inflation fiction with anthro-themes. So if reading it brings you out in spots don’t blame me. Blame Seritaph instead, who gave me the idea for this one.

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Average: 4.2 (17 votes)

Remnants

Submitted by System on Sat, 05/16/2009 - 20:48
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Warning: Silly inflation story. You know what to expect. Or if not, you should! No responsibility for loss of innocence or strange floaty sensations will be accepted!

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Average: 4.1 (11 votes)

Photo Enlargement

Submitted by System on Sat, 05/16/2009 - 20:03
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Warning; Inflation fiction follows. But you probably knew that already, didn't you, you naughty thing? Yes I think you did!

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Average: 4.4 (25 votes)

Silk Black Jester

Submitted by System on Sat, 05/16/2009 - 19:27
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I didn't know the first thing about Dreaming.

Sure, we all dream. Twisted in sweaty linens or clutching a pillow around our ears, usually. That's the bad dreams. But Dreaming, so I found out, is a little different. That was the best name they had for it, I guess. Other names were too tedious or weren't elegant enough. I didn't make the rules.

My name isn't Tracy, either. But it helps me to tell my tales if I'm just a wee bit annonymous. It doesn't make them any less fetching. Most of the time, I'm not even Tracy in my dreams.

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Average: 3.4 (5 votes)
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