Author's note: This story contains belly inflation. It is set in the early 1930s. * Outside a certain town in Grosseputain Parish stood May Belle's House. Generations of the local Louisiana menfolk had known this house - under its present ownership, through the long years before that when it had been Marie Louise's House, and back before that in the days w...
When we awakened again, the sun was shining in the windows. Belle stirred, her silky hair tickling as she snuggled under my chin, a look of indecent satiation on her face. “Good morning, baby,” I said, caressing her back. “Happy?” “Mmmm… you have no idea,” Belle said in a purr. “I feel like butter all over. What time is it?” I turned my head and looked at...
"What do you mean, he's gone?!" Belle shrieked at the barman, who was already cowering in fear despite the 18-year-old girl being barely half his height. "I told you to keep an eye on him! You know he's demented, you utter....idiot!" She smacked her palm on the bar, eyes blazing with fury. "Where's he gone? Did he give any hint as to where...?" "I-I don't k...
The year was 1702, a Dutch merchantman was running before the wind bound for Curacao, pursued by the pirate barque 'Harrier'. Sails straining, the wind five points abaft the high stern, the nimble barque was gradually overhauling the heavy prize, the helmsman's eye constantly checked the mainsail, looking for small luffs, turning the huge wheel to keep the b...
CHAPTER ONE... As fingers slowly drifted up her back to her neck, Annabelle sighed slowly to herself. She felt lips following the trail and latching themselves to her shoulder before sucking deeply. This tore a moan from her mouth. She was slowly turned over and felt the same lips kissing slowly, almost lazily to her left breast. She held her breath as they...
Jess-Belle opened the door, something she'd never dared do on a night like this. It was easier than she expected, but a knot of fear still drew tight in her stomach. The little clock on the mantle chimed midnight. Moonlight filtered through the stirring pines. It a nice night, but no one in their right mind would be out. No one but Jess-Belle, and even she...
Dear Reader, I recently discovered a new kink. It involves women being treated like babies and wearing diapers. This story tells the saga of a woman who is lost in grief following a tragic event. She is taken in by neighbors and pampered by the matriarch of the family. It is my first foray into this kind of subject matter and I hope that you will apprecia...
Story Tags: Monstergirl, holstaur, nonhuman, femdom, cowgirl *** Logan tipped his cowboy hat back as he gazed at the rolling hills and jagged mountain range of the frontier. The light of the sunrise woke him and he took a moment to enjoy the beginning of the day. His work was hard but it allowed him these precious moments like this, not to mentioned he enj...
This is a story about my true self, Mistress Elana. A story of seizing the moment and taking a risk, and ultimately a story of exploring one's hidden desires. It's the story of how I brought a princess to her knees. She is down there right now. Licking my foot, moaning with pleasure as I allow her the honor of placing her needy lips on my divine skin. This i...
This here is the story of Belle. A plain-faced, thick-bodied, wide-hipped, big-bottomed, blonde-haired, green-eyed, alabaster-skinned plumper from a small Iowa town. Belle had never been what anyone considered pretty. All her life, she'd been the fat chick who never gets to have any fun. The chubby loner. The lonely plumper. And many other fun euphemisms. On...