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Wake Up Blow Up

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Your eyes open slowly. You blink away some of the sleep that still clings to you and roll over in bed. A sliver of late morning sun peeks through the gap in your blackout curtains and runs across the sheets. It’s nice to sleep in after a week like the one you’ve had.

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Average: 4.3 (7 votes)

Tips for Tits

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Average: 4.8 (5 votes)

Incident of Magical Buildup, An

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When the day started, none of the fairy godparents could imagine what would be coming to them today. But, of course, everything went south when a pair of godparents, Cosmo and Wanda, granted their godchild, Timmy, a wish that everyone on earth looked exactly the same. But, unfortunately, this wish had the unintended consequence of Magical Buildup.

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Average: 3.5 (2 votes)

Collection

*BANG* In an instant Maim was bounding down the hallway from the Countess’ bedroom before she ran into any guards. She had hoped for a silent hunt; slip in, rough up the countess for her dues and be on her way. It wouldn’t be so easy with Countess Rosemare who was infamously stubborn in every way imaginable, which Maim found out the hard way. Maim’s only choice was filling the matriarch full of air like the gas bag she was to coerce her into paying up. The only mistake made was Maim’s laziness to memorise the whole spell, so the Countess kept filling the room with no end in sight.

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Average: 3.5 (2 votes)

Self-Indulgent Competitive Inflation Story, A

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Sydney gave a disparaging laugh as she looked me over, setting her hand weights onto the gym rack.  "I hope you don't think you can -really- out-grow me." The tanned blonde heaved in a deep breath, her orange sports top stretching as her breasts and belly billowed out to beach ball proportions.  Another breath and her ass and limbs bulked up, their sudden width and conical shape forcing them out to the sides before a third breath simply pushed her body out in all directions, leaving her as a six-foot balloon with two domes on her front and the vaguest implication of human anatomy.

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Average: 4 (9 votes)

Tiffany at the pool

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Tiffany swims at the local pool everyday, not because she likes swimming, but because she has a huge crush on David, the hunk lifeguard. Tiffany tries to get Davids attention everyday, wearing skimpier and skimpier outfits, but David has been quite oblivious to her advances.

One day, she decides to try something drastic to really get his attention. Wearing her thong bikini, while in the middle of the pool, she started to flail around, pretending to be drowning. David noticed immediately, blew his whistle, jumped into the pool, and pulled her onto the poolside deck.

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Average: 3.5 (10 votes)

Taking Advantage

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Her watch beeped three times, signaling seventy-five percent ripeness.

"Paul!" Jessica called out, flapping her arms on the bloated sides of her filling form. "Paul, it's time! Hurry!"

The sound of rushed footsteps could be heard coming down the hallway, panting breath coming from her best friend as he turned the corner, holding onto the doorframe. He pulled up his brown shorts, adjusting his round fogged glasses on his face. "I'm...here!" He said between deep breaths.

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Average: 4.5 (19 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 (8 votes)

Out of Sprout

(Highly recommended you read the first part, Out of Drought, before continuing!)

It was the pleasant morning sun that roused me awake as I turned my head on the pillow to face my window.

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Average: 4.7 (3 votes)

Abbie's Incident

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Abbie knew she should not be here. Students of the New York Academy of Magic were never allowed in the lower floors of the building unsupervised, much less in the restricted Transcripts Room in the middle of the night. In the petite, auburn-haired girl’s hand was a transcript forged to more ‘accurately’ reflect her academic ability; her grades were just below that of her despised rival Natalie, which was, of course, unthinkable. “If they won’t recognize my excellence,” Abbie thought, “then I’ll do it for them.” She pocketed the forgery and went off in search of her records.

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Average: 4 (3 votes)
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