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Never Stop Popping
"Do you think men ever get bored of women bursting?" Two women sat on a bench, overlooking the city in the valley below. Lights illuminating the night below and starts twinkling above. They were munching on fast food, having stopped for a bite to eat after a night at the club. "What do you mean Stacy?" "Well..." Stacy mused. "I guess... I've just been thinking. At the club earlier, the ground was practically covered in scraps. Every five minutes, another bang went off and rubber spread across the room." "Right?" "Well, the few guys that were there. They looked into it the entire time. But, I guess... I started to wonder why. Do you get it Brittany?" Brittany sipped her soda, reflexively hitting her chest to get the burp out before the gas could accumulate in her body. "I don't know if men ever could get tired of it." Stacy continued. "But, like, you know. How many women does the average man pop anyway? How many times does he see it in the streets, on the news, at every
Literature
Abbie's Incident
Contains female full body inflation and popping. A non-popping version can be found in the description. 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. In her previous ventures into the unfathomably enormous room, Abbie encountered a nasty nausea curse that affected any trespassers, regardless of what anti-sickness charms they wore. As the girl discovered, this was no common curse; instead, it was actually duplicating the air in the victim’s body, eliciting
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Pop Party
The party began with a bang. Quite literally. One minute, everyone was chatting, drinking, having a good time. On the makeshift dance floor, Ashton danced, a beer bottle clutched in her hand. The next, Ashton was expanding rapidly. It started in her stomach, untucking her shirt and popping the buttons on her blouse and vest. She’d only noticed when she knocked over the DJ stand with her massive butt. Everyone watched in horrified fascination as she adopted a completely round appearance, growing bigger and bigger until she exploded. She didn’t even have time to cry out in shock before her giant body erupted. “What the hell just happened?” Jessica cried, watching as little bits and pieces of her friend drifted to the floor. The young women in the basement reacted in fear. “We’re locked in!” Mariah added, pulling on the door. They met in the basement where they’d have more space. Judging by Ashton’s abrupt departure, they’d need it. Ashton, Jessica, Mariah, Nicole, and Danielle
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So... apparently you can write on a whim. This just came to me today and apparently I thought it was pretty good when I read it. This is a part of a bigger series I plan on doing (yes I'm actually going to do this one... guarenteed). Hopefully it knocks some writers block out and I can finish my other ones lol. Regardless welcome to the National Balloon League. Comments appreciated.
PS: GO JETS!!! 48-28!
PS: GO JETS!!! 48-28!
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Now this would make for a veeeeeeeery interesting sport...