Female Inflation

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)

25397568_p2

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)

Fill

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It all worked very easily. Elodie dragged her fingertips across the rubber buttons on the remote. It all worked smoothly, the system having been perfected and reperfected over decades and much like how one eventually figured out the immaculate way to fix the cogs of a clock, someone had figured out how to perfect this. The remote.

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Average: 3.2 (6 votes)

Mask, The

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I came jogging around the corner trotting up in the parking lot of the apartment complex I lived at. I panted and wheezed. Jogging always took a lot out of me. My purple exercise outfit, clinging tightly against me like a second skin, creaked at the seams as my large 68GG's bounced heavily with every jostling step.

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Average: 3 (6 votes)
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