The Free Audio(Combined Threads)

[Taylor]

Does the request have to be in a certain format? Like, does it have to be in script form, or just a general idea?

The more details the better!
Script format is great but can work with ideas just include key words you like and just as much detail as possible!


I am almost ready to book the audio shoot just need a couple more scripts from you guys.

[Cosmonautinverse]

Can we have a General description of what clips are being shot?

[Taylor]

Can we have a General description of what clips are being shot?

I printed out the audio scripts recently sent and put in folder
i saw a couple blueberry ones and a male inflation
I need to look at the rest

[Cosmonautinverse]

When will the clips be available for download?

[pongo]

Fairground fair play

Written as a video script, this is likely too difficult to film, but it could work well in audio form.





Scene – Sarah sits in a folding chair next to a folding table behind a fairground marquis. A large gas cylinder with a SCUBA mouthpiece on a long hose attached stands nearby. A brief case lies on the table Sarah is looking upward distractedly.

Spruiker: (unseen on the far side of the marquis) There she goes, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. Our most recent aeronaut begins her journey, Only the wind knows where she may fly. Only time will tell where she might land.

Donna: (also unseen, shouts) That’s so fake. Anyone could see you’re just using cheap blow up dolls. Look at it. It’s so overblown it barely looks like a woman anymore.

Spruiker: I assure you, my good woman, that no optical illusions are involved, no substitutes are made.

Donna: You expect us to believe that’s the same woman that went into the tent? That’s impossible.

Spruiker: If you’d care to, as the Cockneys of London would have it, put your money where your northeastwest is, you can discover our methods for yourself.

(Sarah pricks up her ears)

Donna: How much?

Spruiker: Five of your hard earned dollars will gain you admittance to our humble operation where all will be revealed.

Donna: I already know how it’s done. A doll and a bottle of gas.

Spruiker: Clearly I can’t convince you to part with your cash on this side of the canvas. Perhaps I should allow you free entry so you can discuss this further with my lovely assistant.

(Sarah gets to her feet, Donna arrives through the tent flap looking flustered and ready for a fight)

Donna: So, there’s the gas. Where’re the dolls?

Sarah: No dolls. Looked into using them for advertising once, but the latex ones are too pricey and the plastic ones don’t have enough stretch in them to do our business credit.

Donna: Bullshit. How’s it done if there’re no dolls.

Sarah: (Calmly) We get our customers to take hold of the mouthpiece. Then they operate the valve on the cylinder, inflate themselves, become buoyant and float away when they’re ready.

Donna: Crap.

Sarah: Make a bet?

Donna: Easy. There’s no way you can do that. Only an idiot would bet you could.

Sarah: There’s a million bucks in it for you if you win.

Donna: What? What million bucks? You don’t have a million bucks.

Sarah: Well, that’s sort of true (she opens the brief case), we have one million, two thousand, three hundred bucks. It’s been a busy day and I can’t be bothered bringing a box for the takings, so it all goes back into the float. Ha, ha. Float. Never noticed that before.

Donna: (Staring at the cash – suspicious) What’s the deal?

Sarah: You put up a hundred bucks. You bite the mouthpiece and turn on the gas. You’re welcome to set the pressure anywhere you’re comfortable with so long as you don’t turn it off. If you can keep the mouthpiece in for a whole minute you win the cash.

Donna: You want me to breathe helium for a minute and I get a million bucks?

Sarah: Well, it’s not exactly helium, but you’re pretty much there.

Donna: And I can set the flow?

Sarah: So long as you don’t actually turn it off completely.

Donna: And after I win the million will you show me where you keep the dolls?

Sarah: I promise you, there are no dolls.

Donna: Yeah, right. Gimme the hose.

Sarah: (Handing Donna the hose, she shouts over her shoulder) One minute, Charlie.

Spruiker (off) Right you are – (shouts) Roll up, roll up and see the incredible inflatable woman as she balloons into the sky from this very site…(continues under)

Donna: No tricks? One minute and I get the cash?

Sarah: It’s exactly as I explained. You bite on the mouthpiece, open the valve, infla…

Donna: Yeah, yeah. Got your stopwatch ready? (she places the mouthpiece between her lips and reaches for the cylinder valve.)

Sarah: Remember, you’re welcome to shut off the gas or spit out the mouthpiece anytime you’re ready, but if you don’t last the whole minute, your money is ours.

Donna: Mmmmph, mmmmurph mmphmph. (rolls her eyes as though Sarah were an idiot).

Sarah: Best of luck.

(Donna opens the valve, loud hissing. Her breasts start to inflate but she is too focussed on reducing the gas flow to notice. She gets it set so there’s just the faintest hiss audible before finding herself pushed away from the cylinder by her swelling chest)

Donna: (Muffled by the hose but still discernible) Oh my god. I’m blowing up like a balloon.

Donna: Just as you were told.

(Donna makes a show of trying to reach the valve but has trouble bending her arms which are starting to starfish out to her sides. Her legs also assume immovable poses.

Sarah: Twenty seconds up. You’re doing well. Well on your way to being a millionaire.

(Donna tries to spit out the mouthpiece)

Sarah: Oh, I wouldn’t do that if I were you dear. It’s all that’s holding you down.

(Donna looks startled. She tries to look down past her bloated balloon boobs and gasps. She starts to rise above Sarah, who reaches out and gives the nearest breast a friendly squeeze, allowing her fingers to form deep dents in the breast flesh)

Sarah: Plenty of give left. You should be able to make it to the minute easy. Forty seconds already.

(Shift to Donna’s perspective – two growing balloon boobs fill the lower part of the frame. The hose disappears between them. The camera gradually rises and tilts downward till the hose is drawn. taut. Sarah stands by the cylinder gazing upward at Donna’s inflation.)

Donna: Mmmph. You tricked me.
Sarah: No, I told you exactly how the operation worked and you took part of your own free will. Besides, it looks like you’re about to win the cash. Although your top’s looking a little on the strained side. It might pop off at any minute.

(a button flies at Sarah and she dodges it neatly)

Sarah: Unless you pop first. We’ve had a couple of accidents this year. Not to mention the girls who floated away when they were already at the cusp of popping. The drop in air pressure took up the last of their stretch as they rose. Bits of balloon everywhere. Fifty seconds.

Donna: Don’t wanna pop.

Sarah: Then you’d best stop inflating then, hadn’t you?

Donna: How?

Sarah: Just let go the hose.

Donna: But I’ll float away.

Sarah: Fine. Hang onto the hose.

Donna: But I’ll blow up till I pop.

Sarah: You’re not too bright, are you. (Flicks a finger nail against a breast, which now fills most of the available frame) Oohh. Drum tight. Not much give left in you, is there. Maybe you won’t make it to the minute after all.

Donna: Uggggh. (Mouthpiece drops into frame and the hose draws it quickly the top of the massive, tight cleavage filling the view. It lodges there, holding Donna as a tethered balloon) You bitch. You evil cow. You wait till I get ahold of you.

Sarah: Hey, you agreed to take part. No refunds and no prize. This was completely fair.

Donna: You think I’m worried about the money? You’ve turned me into a human balloon. All that’s holding me down is your stupid hose.

Sarah: Oh yeah, better get that disinfected for the next customer. (she begins to tug on the hose, which disappears between the huge breasts.

Donna: No, wait. Please. Don’t…Please, tie me down. Catch my foot. Ooh, you bitch. (camera and boobs rise away from Sarah, who smiles and waves upward with the hose. Camera slowly tilts upward as the massive boobs draw Donna skyward.

Spruiker: (receding) There she goes, our latest aeronaut, drifting like a dandelion, floating like a feather, the living end in femininity and ponderous grace, a living, flying balloon.

Irate female: (even further away) Bullshit, that’s just a blow up doll…

[pongo]

Dramatic Weight Loss

Another video script that could work in audio. Happy to help out with sound effects if needed.


A living room. Taylor is on the sofa reading.

FX: Buzzer

(Taylor rises, crosses to the door and keys the intercom)

Taylor: That you Donna?

FX: Distorted gabbling

Taylor: Come on up. (She keys the door release and leaves the front door ajar before returning to her seat)

FX: Clip clopping of shoes on stairs.

Donna: Heya. Sorry I’m late. Been at the gym. Got a bit carried away.


Taylor: That’s okay. Looks like it’s paying off. How much weight have you lost now?

Donna: About ten pounds. I’m feeling a lot healthier but I’m worried I’m losing my figure. Damn gym bunnies never tell you about dropping a cup size when they sign you up.

Taylor: Uh. I’ve heard there’s a…

Donna: What’s that?

Taylor: Nothing.

Donna: No, what? You’ve heard there’s a what?

Taylor: Umm. I was talking to a friend the other day. You know Brooke? Well, she said she’d lost weight really quickly and gotten some extra curves in the process.

Donna: Sounds too good to be true. How’d she pull that off.

Taylor: Mmmmm. No. It’s too silly.

Donna: Come on, already. You say you can tell me how to lose weight and stay curvy. I say you’re full of it.

Taylor: Well, she certainly was.

Donna: Huh?

Taylor: Brooke. She was full of it. Gas. Helium, truth be told.

Donna: Bullshit.

Taylor: No shit. She sent me a video file of it happening. A lot of my friends have been messing around with gas lately, making their boobs bigger.

Donna: Get out of here. That’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever told me. And you’ve told me some kick ass crap in your time.

Taylor: If you don’t believe me, just look. (Taylor leads Donna to her laptop on a nearby table. After some mouse clicks Donna is treated to a medley of inflation greatest hits)

Donna: (gobsmacked) And Brooke lost weight while doing this?

Taylor: Uh-huh. Lost a bunch.

Donna: Do you think she could teach me how?

Taylor: She could, but let’s cut out the middle man. I taught her. I’ve helped all the girls inflate. When would you like to give it a go?

Donna: What are you doing this evening?

Taylor: Sounds like I’m inflating you with helium. (she reaches behind the couch and stands a large gas cylinder upright.) Here’s one I prepared earlier.

Donna: Do I need to do anything? Are there chants? Magic potions?

Taylor: You just have to really want to lose weight and get curvier. The gas and I will do the hard work.

Donna: How do I sign? (Futurama joke)

(Camera shifts to Donna’s POV)

Taylor: Just take this between your teeth (she proffers a rubber hose with a SCUBA mouthpiece attached and an elastic loop) and breathe deeply when I turn on the gas. You can use the strap to help hold it in place. How much curvier would you like to get?

Donna: Would you be offended if I got bigger than you? (Donna’s hand reaches for the mouth piece and draws it below the camera. Her other hand reaches for the elastic loops and pulls it over the camera)

Taylor: Not at all. I’d love to see you get really voluptuous. You’ll look great. Ready?

Donna: (Muffled) Uh-hmmm.

(Taylor opens the valve on the cylinder.)

FX: Hissing.

Donna: Uhmmm.

Taylor: Feels good, doesn’t it.

Donna: Mmmmm.

Taylor: You look like you’ve gained a couple of cup sizes already. (she shuts off the gas.) I’ll go get the scales (she leaves the room).

Donna: Ooooh. (her hand rises briefly into frame before disappearing below the camera.

FX: Gentle squeaking of balloons being squeezed and rubbed together.

Taylor: Here. Stand on this. (she bends out of frame to place scales at Donna’s feet. Camera pans down to show the read out) One-twenty. What were you before?

Donna: Uh uh-uh uh- eh- eh uh.

Taylor: I’m guessing you’ve lost a bit, then?

Donna: Uh-uh.

Taylor: Try some more?

Donna: Uh (camera nods)

Taylor: Okay (she opens the valve wider)

FX: Louder hissing.

Taylor: Getting some extra junk in your trunk. Hope that’s all okay.

Donna: Uh (camera nods)

(Bulges of inflating boob begin to sneak into bottom of frame, bringing the hose back into view. Curious hands explore the epanse and test the breasts’ resistance to squeezing, to the accompaniment of squeaking from our friends in FX.

Taylor: Well, you’ve certainly outdone me. You’re down to fifty pounds, too. Told you it was possible to lose weight and gain curves. (Taylor shows sudden concern) But what’s wrong?

(Camera jerks around a bit. Donna’s arms stop playing with the inflating breasts that now fill half the frame. Their movement becomes jerky, then they sweep out of view in a series of increasingly uncontrolled spasms.

Taylor: Are you having trouble moving?

Donna: Mmmm. Uh-mmm-mmm (vigorous nodding which bobbles the balloon boobs about a bit.)

Taylor: Well. This has never happened before. I’d better call Brooke and ask her how she got back to normal. (she picks up the phone, dials and waits for an answer while the boobs gradually take up more and more frame.

FX: Various button pops, squeaking and stretching groans

Taylor: Hi Brooke. I’m here with Donna. We’ve been messing about with the Helium and…Yes, that’s right. About thirty pounds…Yeah, really big. Like a big, overinflated blow up doll, but fully clothed.

FX: Vigorous tearing sounds and button pops.

Taylor: Umm. Like a big, overinflated blow up doll. Anyway, how did you deal with getting the gas back out?.. What? Oh. Twenty pounds now. Anway… Uh-huh…Uh-huh…No, don’t have one of those. Would it be okay if we came over and used yours?...Oh, she’s still got ten pounds to go. We should be okay. Thanks Brooke. See you soon.

(Taylor steps to the helium cylinder and grasps the valve. She turns it the wrong way.)

FX: Extra loud hissing.

Taylor: Oh no. I’m so sorry. (She flails about, making a big show of turning the valve the right way and the hissing fades.) Gotcha just in time.

(The camera [and it’s beautifully framed helium boobs] slowly rotates upward and moves up to the ceiling. Some balloon boob bouncing, squashing and squeaking as Donna reaches her zenith.)

Taylor: I’m so sorry, Donna. Here, let me get you down from there.

(The hose drags about the top of one big boob before disappearing into the cleavage. The camera tilts down to show a concered Taylor, peering up, holding onto the taut hose).

Taylor: Poor thing. You look so surprised. Still, we’ll get you to Brooke’s place quick smart and get you deflated. (She pulls on the hose and the camera and boobs descend toward her.) Good thing we’ve got you tethered. Wouldn’t want you flo…Well, let’s just focus on getting you to Brooke’s (Taylor disconnects the hose from the cylinder and heads for the door. The camera follows with a slight delay. Taylor opens the door and steps out. The camera bobs toward the portal, makes it to the very edge and stops.

FX: Squeak.

Taylor: Oh. I didn’t think you were that big. Here, let me help you. (She reaches back, out of frame and pulls.)

FX: Much squeaking while camera bobbles about. Pop – sound of cork coming out of bottle as camera lunges forward into stairwell.)

Taylor: What a relief. I thought I’d have to leave you there while I went to Brooke’s alone. Oh, we could have done that, I guess. Still, we’re on our way now. Could you catch the door, please? Oh, of course not. Just a sec (She ducks out of frame but is back in a second.)

(POV returns to living room in time to see door closing: camera turns to window and locks off)

Taylor: (In distance through the open window) Can you hold on to that while I open the car. Oooh, no, don’t float away. Ooof. I can’t reach. Come back.

(Overinflated love doll is pulled upward past the window on fishing line)

Taylor: (Shouting) I’ll follow you in the car. Try not to pop.

[Cosmonautinverse]

I printed out the audio scripts recently sent and put in folder
i saw a couple blueberry ones and a male inflation
I need to look at the rest

Can we get a look at what scripta will be recorded?

[blueberryguy999]

these are really great cant wait to see the new clips
Taylor, I hope u liked my script for a blueberry clip

[Succoria]

Any word as to when these'll be recorded/released?

[Cosmonautinverse]

Has the audio shoot happened yet and if so, when will the clips be available for download?

[Cosmonautinverse]

How long until the audio clips are available? Pls. I need to know.

[Cosmonautinverse]

How close are the audio clips to being fully recorded and ready to download

[Succoria]

Easy dude. It'll come out when it's ready. Patience is a virtue.

[Cosmonautinverse]

I have a question: what clips did you record and what are their names?

[Cosmonautinverse]

Did the Audio shoot happen? When will the audio clips be available?