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- a fanfiction of inflating, transformative haplessness - The last thing Mii would ever consider herself was a typical heroine. A bikini-bearing blonde bombshell jogged with determination into the open warehouse, thankful her oversized bustline never seemed to weigh her down as they bounded about chaotically within her orange bra. She always felt out of place, being a relatively normal tomboy in possession of an ancient goddess' body, but she never let it deter her when threats fell upon her town. When tasked with chasing down a pesky demon the size of her fist, its tendency towards awkward pranks didn't slow her from wanting to rid her community of its unfriendly presence. The buxom dancer panted a bit from the continuous trek, her chase leading her into an industrial area that seemed to produce and maintain all manner of inflatable objects. The sight of a near-nude vixen bobbing about must've seemed quite out of place, lucky that she seemed to be alone with her prey given the

- a fanfiction of inflatable senselessness - Etna could recognize that bright image anywhere. The blonde hair, white cloak and red leotard of a perky angel girl stuck out like a sore thumb, especially in the realm of demons. What made her even more obvious was the enormous, complex looking machinery that she had somehow dragged into the dark forest's opening, perking the villainous girl's ears a bit. The slim and slender demoness approached with fists to her hips, eyebrow cocked in confusion. "Flonne, what are-" "Eek!!" The scantily-clad vassal reared back in shock as Flonne nearly leapt off the floor, wheeling around with a panicked look on her face. She swung her arms wildly in a rather pitiful attempt to distract from the device she was tinkering with. "Nothing!! I mean - Miss Etna!? W-What are you doing here?" "Well..." Etna blinked with a dismissive glance, pinning her hands back to her lack of lovehandles. "This is where we always meet up... for some reason." "Uhm, that's

- a fanfiction of weirdly-eroticized inflation- Being fresh out of high school had done little to lighten their moods. Relaxing at the beach hadn't helped much either; In fact, it probably considerably worsened things. Karin, the filthy rich young blonde, stared daggers into the former schoolmate who constantly tested her dignified demeanor. What she had worn to her personally-funded beach getaway didn't shy away from drawing jealousy, her class, grace and figure all features she flaunted over her fellow school chums. Her bikini was as thin as it was shimmering, a silver two-piece that was filled out by a shockingly curvy figure, adorn in gold necklaces to truly make her shine in the sun. Ibuki was exhausted from being undermined. The dark-haired beauty with the towering ponytails was constantly seen as an underhanded sort of girl, given her skills as a stealthy, sneaky ninja. She'd be lying if she denied pulling a prank or two using her wiles, but she grew furious over the lack of

- a fanfiction of inflatable misfortune - "Ah, good evening! Please, come inside!" Litchi Faye-Ling greeted with a smile, stepping back to motion her guest into the building. "So glad you could join me on such short notice, Miss Makoto!" Makoto Nanaya nodded happily as she made her way into the clinic, only for her expression to stiffen into concern almost immediately. She bit her tongue as she stared at a mess of brand-new hospital tools and equipment, all lazily strewn about the main room of Litchi's humble clinic. When she heard the door behind her shut, the snap of a lock crashing into place, it suddenly made the fur on the squirrel girl's head stand on end. 'U-uh... why do I feel like I just wondered into a horror movie?' Makoto contemplated, despite her paranoia feeling a tad unfounded. She turned to her host for answers, with the confusion on her face being recognized. "Oh, I see you've noticed!" Litchi spoke, with a noticeable bubbliness. "Someone generously donated a lot

- a fanfiction of flattening, inflating, transformative story-spoiling - Athena Cykes couldn't remember anything. Her head felt like it could burst as she clambered her way to her feet, massaging her poor pounding cranium. She looked down to see herself dressed up in her courtroom attire; yellow suit jacket with a matching skirt, white button-up blouse, and dark purple leggings. She slammed her hands to her hips and contemplated, looking up to see a rather unusual venue. "...well, this isn't court." The normally spritely attorney puzzled over what she witnessed, seeing a wood floor, and miles of it. Several towers spiraled up towards the sky, though upon closer inspection, they didn't resemble buildings at all. In fact, her best guess was that they were stylized like giant bicycle pumps, which exacerbated her confusion. She didn't have enough time to fully explore her surroundings before a loud, booming voice broke the silence, the squeaky tone of a playful young woman raining down

- a fanfiction of weight gaining, body inflating balderdash - Shantae’s eyelids refused to stand still as she gawked in bewildered awe. Her jaw hung low and, against her more dignified urges, let loose a few ounces of drool. At the doorstep of the perky heroine’s lighthouse home was a towering buffet of all kinds of edible delights. A small round banquet table could barely be seen beneath the mountain of freshly cooked delicacies, from grilled meats, to enormous loaves of bread, to glazed desserts of all varieties. It wasn't simply an attractive bevy of scrumptious treats, but a near-endless parade of mouth-watering meals. And, given where it had ended up, and the majesty of its presentation, she had little reason to suspect it had been delivered to the wrong location. "...Wow...!" The purple-haired vixen barely managed in an awe-filled gasp. She hadn't woken up feeling hungry, yet her stomach rumbled the moment she laid eyes on this precarious stack of goods. "...Huh?" The