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Claim to Fame-Claim to Fame-
or -Rhapsody of the Rising Star-

Brenda Baker was striving to become an actress. With her long fluffy blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes, and soft gentle skin, she certainly had the look for it, and an excellent figure to match. She may’ve even had the makings of a supermodel.

After having graduated from one of the finest acting schools in the country, she set off to find work in show business. It wasn’t easy however. Even with her experience and good looks, finding work was no simple feat. Without a good agent to help her out, she was turned down time and time again each time she sought after a role. At least that

All the WayShe sighs and studies her face in the bedroom mirror, the turned-down corners of her mouth, the fretful crease in her brow she cannot erase, nor ease the dull ache and mounting pressure behind her temples. Her everyday stresses collected right there, it seemed, worries and fears building and pressing until her head felt as if it were about to explode. That was when she needed release, and though it was an addiction she tried to manage, sometimes it was the only way.

And so she eyes the hose leading out from under her skirt with a guilty twinge, and fingers the valve on the tank hesitantly, before giving it a sharp turn to the left. She s

Unbelievable Growing WomanThe Unbelievable Growing Woman
(or, "With Just One Breath, Do I Inflate!")

_____Plot: Uncle Woody_____ Script: Alec Deluxe______________

"I LOVE living on the coast," said Matt as he sat on the beach, his eyes darting around to all the soft, curvy, tanned, bikini-clad bodies that cluttered the sand. His gaze was equally attracted to the women's beach toys, his inflation fetish causing him to look longingly at the beach balls the college-aged babes knocked about. And he felt more than slightly jealous of the inflatable rafts in which they pressed their bodacious bodies and bounteous breasts against.
But then his attention turned

TrappedAndrea strolled about in her camisole singing softly to herself as she merrily tossed rose petals across the floor. Eric would be home soon, and her skin tingled at the thought of cavorting with him among the fragrant petals.

Suddenly an arm reached around her waist. Andrea squeaked girlishly. It wouldn't be the first time Eric had surprised her from behind. Confusion, then fear flashed through her mind as a chemical-soaked cloth was brought to her face and something pressed against her navel. Her vision blurred, and a surge of pressure ballooned within her; her bosom billowed forward, her arms grew plump and turgid. Black lace tighten

ATG: InflatressLaetitia had a wonderful life. The coastal resort they were shooting the swimsuit section of the catalog was heavenly. Clear water, clearer skies, warm sun and clean sand. The supermodel backstroked towards the beach, her slim arms and shapely but powerful legs driving her through the water. Still many yards out she rolled over onto her flat stomach and began to stroke for home when something below her in the water caught her eye. No expert in tropical marine life, she was certain that there wasn't normally anything that glowed bright green in these waters.
Sucking in a lungful of air she dove down through the surf, making the few

Balloon troubles"It's here! It's finally here!"
Lanky, dark-haired beauty Rene raised her head to see what her live-in girlfriend Tina was talking about. Tina, a bubbly, chunky, buxom brunette in a tight green sweater, was unpacking a small cardboard box that had just arrived in the mail.
Rene was totally baffled until Tina pulled out a large green balloon. Immediately, Rene guessed that Tina had very thoughtfully purchased something to indulge her inflation fetish. Of course, watching a balloon inflate was a poor substitute for an actual person, but it was the thought that mattered.
"That's really great," said Rene, smiling half-heartedly. She didn'

Gassing UpExadyne Fuel Systems had selected the most inhospitable patch of desert available for its test facility. This served two purposes. First, they had to be sure that the new automobiles would be able to operate under extreme conditions. Second, someone would have to be both highly motivated and certifiably insane to try to spy on the test runs.
Most days the track sat idle. But on this day, a small team had been sent out to perform high speed road tests on several of the new vehicles. Larry was just returning from a one hundred mile run in the Zelectra, a battery-powered electric. The car was eerily quiet as it rolled up to the facility

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Perceptible, Inflatable Ode

by ~BlimpGirl, Sep 3, 2007, 3:20:08 PM
Literature / Poetry / Experimental / Surrealism

Perceptible, Inflatable Ode

Filling
Up so much
What’s going on?
I feel so full; too full
Why are you doing this to me?

My breasts
They’ve become
So very round and upright
Tight with air that stuck to my navel.
Why are you doing this to me?

My stomach
Pregnant; no past that.
Growing into a beach ball
Taunt and filling, widening.
Why are you doing this to me?

Wait
Now my butt?
It’s filling again my pants
Stretching and groaning the poor fabric.
Why are you doing this to me?

Limbs.
Now it goes
To my legs and arms
Bulking up with that air
Plumping into large sausage cases.
Why are you doing this to me?

Overfilled
Like a doll
Slowly and non-meekly
My stomach moving outward again.
Why are you doing this to me?

Fattened
With air;
Fattening into a
Fleshy balloon, with plumper limbs.
Why are you doing this to me?

A torso,
Becoming globular,
Squeaking and hissing,
Filling outward and turning me more zaftig.
Why are you doing this to me?

Legs
Now no more;
My arms swallowed away;
Nothing more than an oval and still swelling.
Why are you doing this to me?

A balloon;
A new existence
For your own pleasure.
As I still expand mightily,
I think I know why you’re doing this to me.

Hands
Flapping along;
No arms attached.
My feet below me I still think.
I think I know why you’re doing this to me.

Measuring
Blowing past seven feet
Ten feet, fifteen feet, twenty feet.
How could I, even as a balloon, still stretch?
It slowly becomes clear why you’re doing this to me.

Over time,
I swell into a proud
Weather-balloon shape.
Then groaning into a large parade float.
It becomes clear why you’re doing this to me.

My
Proportions become
Buoyant and bouncy, shining
With glowing skin and lights reflecting.
It’s clear why you’re doing this to me.

With
Boobs bigger than
Tractor tires; my face
Hidden beyond the vast of skin.
It’s now clear why you’re doing this to me.

Still
I grew,
A big as a
Advertisement blimp.
And you’re still doing this to me.

Bigger,
So much bigger,
And no signs of stopping,
The shadows below covering away.
And you’re still doing this to me.

Now,
The air is
Stable, no more
Filling me up and out.
I now know why you’re doing this to me.

Floating
In the air,
Wobbling at the sides.
You seem to be prepping me for something,
As I know why you’re doing this to me.

Letting go,
The hose gone,
The sky now clear above us.
Floating away into forever and so huge,
This was why you wanted to do this to me…

Perceptible, Inflatable Odeby ~BlimpGirl

Literature / Poetry / Experimental / Surrealism

Done as a request to another IM, who wanted me or someone close to me, to be inflated real huge. So, I figured to do it in poem form. Easy enough to get the point across. Enjoy all!