Female Inflation

Violet Blueberry - The Golden Ticket

Rehearsal picture from The Golden Ticket, performed by the Atlanta Opera.

Caption: Violet Beauregard would do just about anything to get some gum... but ended up needing a "juicing" instead. Did she learn her lesson?

Original image from their Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/TheAtlantaOpera

Violet Blueberry - The Golden Ticket
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Average: 3.5 (14 votes)

Blow by Blow Tale #2: Tub Plumpin'

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My friend, Marguerite, invited me over to her dad's house for a relaxing evening of sitting in the family hot tub. We had been talking about it for a long time…mainly me begging her to have me over so I could get in it. I loved hot tubbing. There was nothing like relaxing in a hot bubbling pool of water, sipping cocktails and feeling yourself unwind.

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Average: 1.8 (4 votes)

Blow by Blow Tale #1: A Sunny Hue of Hugeness

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There is nothing like a little sun on the bod to make one feel more radiant and alive. In the winter months though it is almost totally impossible in the face of a Buffalo NY winter to get sunlight and a tan the natural way…unless one is a walrus. (Funny I say that…there was a comment once from a not-so-brainy admirer of mine that referred to my massive bosoms as "a pair of walrus bodies.")

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Average: 2.2 (5 votes)

Jedah_Felicia

Jedah_Felicia
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Average: 3.5 (8 votes)

Jedah_BBHood

Jedah_BBHood
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Average: 3.3 (6 votes)

Jedah_QBee

Jedah_QBee
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Average: 3.4 (10 votes)

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25397568_p2
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Average: 4 (13 votes)

HubbaBubba-For-Blowers2

HubbaBubba-For-Blowers2
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Average: 3.4 (17 votes)

Nothing Ventured

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The office had already spent way too much time on the web, and it wasn't even time for lunch yet. Flash. Tower defense. Even that game with the penguin and polar bear. With the branch manager out of town for the weekend, ad revenue from all the popular timewaster sites was seeing an unusual spike thanks to this 50-person operation.

Roy leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes, having crushed his last castle. Stretching, he stood up and poked his head over the cubicle wall.

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Average: 2 (4 votes)

Expectations

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"I think I'll do it with him."

Amy swivels about on the kitchen stool, letting the chair chase her smile around. The evening sun filters through the chantry blind, setting a golden cage about her; tigerstripes across a black blouse and charcoal skirt. This is the dangerous time and she twtiches; all energy and potential, about to burst into life.

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Average: 4.3 (7 votes)
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