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WARNING: CONTAINS INFLATION. ENTER AT YOUR PERIL! Candice clattered in her heels up the weed strewn path of the house at the end of the street. Overhead thunder rumbled and a cold October wind blew through the holes in her fishnet tights. All her friends were too chicken to knock on the door of number 13 but Candice wasn't afraid. There was a light on in the hall and she could see one of the upstairs curtains twitching, someone watching the girl dressed as a sexy pumpkin climb the steps to the rickety front porch. CRASH*CRASH Candice slammed the heavy knocker into the mouldy front door. The brass number 13 shone in the moonlight. The echoes
"A spray of sweat and wet rubber slaps into you as you’re knocked to the floor by the force of the blast. As the pink scraps flutter down around you like confetti you close your eyes and inhale the lingering scent of pussy." I think that's the best ending sentence I have ever read in an inflation story. You are a great writer, it really feels like you are there, thriving to be inflated and popped like an over sized blimp. Between this story, ""You're Sure I Won't Blow? and "Inflate Me!" I don't know what's the best.
Aww yassss! I just opened up dA and thought I recognised the style I saw in the intro, good to have you writing again. Have you heard of the sexyblimp Patreon for audio stories. Think you'd like.