the INFLATIONATION
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STORIES
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----------------------------- by A Nonamous |
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(Anyone can make drawings of this story
if they want.) It was a typical day for the Road Rovers. A few terrorist attacks here and there to keep things interesting, but not much else. The other Rovers were spending most of the time enjoying the constant argument between Hunter and Blitz as to who was the better dog. Blitz was calling Hunter on his annoyingly constant displays of foolishness, while Hunter was ragging Blitz on his overbearing attitude. "Well it doesnÆt matter anyway," sniffed Hunter, "because my super powers are better than yours." "Oh please," groaned Blitz, "How many times do I have to say it? I have two powers, you have one! Unless you count being super stupid!" "Oh yeah? Well you may have more super powers, but IÆm better at regular stuff." "Really?" said Blitz, arching his eyebrows in disbelief, "like what, Mr. I-have-to-sniff-everyoneÆs-toushy?" Hunter, realizing that his bluff had been called, thought as hard as he could, which isnÆt particularly impressive. "I can drink more root beer that anyone else." "Is that all? IÆm from Germany. Drinking is part of my background. I could drink rings around you." "Get real! All right, letÆs have a contest. The last one to stop drinking is the better dog." "Your on, tennis ball breath!" The Road Rovers had root beer on tap, fortunately. Hunter and Blitz grabbed a glass each and ran to the two soda fountains. Each put a hand on the jerk and the glass under the spigot. "Ready?" smirked Blitz. "Bring it on!" said Hunter, and the started guzzling. It went fairly slowly at first, both Rovers showing no sign of stopping, except to occasionally belch. After roughly half an hour, the two dogs started to show small paunches under their green shirts. Finally Blitz, tired of sandbagging, threw his glass over his shoulder and turned the tap so it pointed over the edge of the counter. Laying down on the floor, he reached up and grabbed the jerk. "Keep up with THIS, Mr. Super speed!" With that, he jerked the handle off, letting a continuous stream of root beer flow into his open mouth. "Two can play at that game!" Said Hunter, as he did the same. The two now were showing serious signs of filling. Their adamÆs apples bobbed up and down as Shag, Exile, and Colleen watched in fascination as their bellies began to stretch their shirts. Since Blitz had a head start, his shirts started pulling at the seams. Finally, it ripped, exposing a wobbling gut filled with soft drink! Hunter wasnÆt far behind, his belly bursting his shirt, as he continued to chug root beer. As time passed, the root beer began to spread to other parts of the Road RoversÆ bodies, causing gloves and boots to pop as bloated arms, fingers, feet and toes swelled with fizzy beverage, but none of them growing to proportions quite as big as Hunter and BlitzÆs stomachs. Finally, the taps began to slacken and finally emptied, since the root beer was on tap, but wasnÆt limitless. Blitz groaned, as he patted his gurgling gut. He rolled an eye at Hunter. The root beer gulping fool looked as if he had absorbed about three hundred gallons! Hunter thought Blitz looked as if his gut was a gigantic brown water balloon ready to burst. At the two of them stared at each other, Hunter licked his lips, hiccupped, and, with a ridiculous grin, said, "Tie?" |