Belly Inflation

Woman Who Fell From the Tree, The

The brisk fall air cooled Morgan’s cheeks. The sun, when it peeked through the canopy, was warm and inviting but the shade was not too cool. A bright red or gold leaf dropped here and there, lazily floating to the ground.

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Average: 4.5 (11 votes)

Out of Douse & Being Bigger

The instant Liliace awoke, she perceived the condition of the soil from the shady darkness inside her flower. Her roots knurled in the earth like toes wriggling through sand.

The nutrient balance was different. Slightly more traces of stone. Neighbors. Dozens of them.

She uncurled the large orange petals surrounding her while straightening her back and emerged into the slightly cool morning air and the warmth of the brilliant summer sunlight on her fern-green skin.

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Average: 4.4 (8 votes)

"Call me party BALLOON girl!"

Looks like the party girl had a little too much fun while making balloons for her next party.

This is my first attempt at digitizing a drawing I made a week ago, I hope you enjoy!

"Call me party BALLOON girl!"
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Average: 1.7 (3 votes)

Honey inflation 2

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Honey inflation 2
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Average: 3.4 (9 votes)

Interrogation

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Popping:
Sexual Content:

Sally was perky 20-something blonde who worked as the interrogator for the Clarkdale police department. Rather than intimidating her suspects like her more senior and brutish coworkers, Sally prefers a gentler, more pneumatic approach to get her suspects to talk. Today she is interrogating Boris, a high ranking member of the Fire Demons, a powerful gang in the city of Clarkdale. Sally is planning to get Boris to reveal the secret location of their HQ, and she is prepared to go however long it takes for him to talk.

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Average: 3.8 (10 votes)

More than a kiss

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I thought my girl freind was going just going to kiss me, instead, she huffed, and puffed...............

More than a kiss
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Average: 3.4 (9 votes)

Being Big

“Hey!” Seta screeched at the oncoming car that had just coasted out of the campus parking garage, and her instinct was to try flying over it. With an angry buzz of four stubby, oval-shaped wings, Seta hefted herself into a hover, just enough for the beegirl to come plunking down on her knees on the hood of the dark green sedan as it squealed to a standstill.

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Average: 4.3 (10 votes)

Pump Me

Pump Me
by @Inflate123 / inflate123@gmail.com

“Pump me,” she says. It is not a request.

I enter the room apprehensively, closing the door behind me with a soft click. Her dress — flawlessly polished, clinging to every curve — reflects what little light the darkness allows in its domain. She sits, then reclines on the bed, itself clad in sheets of material that match her outfit. She hikes her skirt hem up to her hips, not an invitation so much as an instruction: “Pump me.”

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Average: 4.9 (35 votes)

I’m gonna pop!!!

I'm going to pop like a balloon in a tight dress and underwear 

I’m gonna pop!!!
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Average: 2.3 (4 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)
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