The redhead almost felt sad that she had eaten lunch, knowing she would need all the room she could get, but at the same time, she knew her body would expand as needed. A gallon a person, she thought, and knew today would leave her little more than a human balloon of cum. "How many are there?" She asked, already taking off her blouse. Allie's eyes naturally...
The fan circles slowly, blowing cool air across my body, where the sheet did not cling to my moist skin. He lay next to me, his chest rising and falling slowly. He is so beautiful in the moonlight, the little tufts of his chest hair silhouetted in pale blue where they poke out from beneath the sheet. He seems so soft and peaceful now, so happy. The sweat fro...
Yrba's Travels, Pt.8 — The Living Cauldron by Paul Gerard (a pen name) ~ Part 8 of a 12-part tale, laced heavily with lesbian encounters and strange transformations. ~ A word of warning, before you even start reading: A lot of what happens in this story focuses on the rather weird fetish of Breast Expansion (BE) -- from A to D, and occasionally up to a...
"Jean Meredith." That is what it said on the name plate sitting my new desk. The lettering was an Old English style. It was the first name plate I had ever had. Of course, this was my first job: the new junior reporter for the Hemmingsburg Report newspaper. The newspaper office is on the second floor of an old building in downtown Hemmingsburg. It was not th...
Author's Note: This takes place after chapter 11 and is an alternate route of what could've happened. This gets insane, I'd recommend checking the tags. ***** Something surrounded all her senses. It squished against her skin, covering nearly every inch in a plushness few pillows could compare to, while clouding her sinuses in a sweet haze. She opened her e...
"Um, Mistress? Can I, uh, can I get up now?" She asked, squirming slightly where she sat, partly from the growing discomfort and embarrassment at calling Gwen by such a title. The redhead looked at her, almost seeming not to realise what she was saying, but realised the brunette had been sat there for quite some time.. "Oh, yeah. Sorry, um, you can move ar...
This is a branching series with a focus on transformations or size changes in stories. Predominantly growing and expanding in some way, but also including shrinking, size draining, size transfer, and any other size play related fun. Size changes can happen any number of ways depending on the path you choose and who is growing and changing. Random growth spur...
A list of Abbreviations in the "WOMEN SEEKING MEN" Classifieds: CODE WORD.....MEANS 40-ish.....49 Adventurer.....Has had more partners than you ever will. Never climbed a hill Affectionate.....Won't hold his hand before the third date, kiss before the fifth, neck before the seventh, offer reciprocation for dinner before the ninth, or ever share sensual i...
Madam Pussy Cat was an exclusive dominatrix by profession and would never leave her abode without a full covering of leather. She loved to feel it cling to her flesh, constricting her cunt in the most delightful of ways. "KISS THE GROUND YOU SNIVELLING PIECE OF SHIT!" She would scream as she cracked her whip, "THAT'S RIGHT ARSEHOLE, BEND THE FUCK OVER FOR M...
By me. I've used a few pen names over the decades. TDM and Chuancygardner primarily. Disclaimer: this is a cuckold story, you either enjoy that genre or hate it. If you hate it don't waste your time reading it. Also contains humiliation, CBT, busty Asian twins, and ginormous cock. Further disclaimer: story contains acts that are in no way safe or healthy,...