I carefully lifted the huge beer, the size of a two-liter soda bottle - and heavier still from the thick glass mug it had been poured into. I'd seen some of the male staff in the bar carry them one-handed - with some effort - but not me. No, not sickeningly petite Annabeth, whose hands were even smaller than one would think for a five-foot-tall girl who did...
The Stranger in the woods 1 Emma Pinkerton never married. Not because she didn't want to or had no interest in forming long-lasting relationships, over the years she had had quite a few short affairs but nothing seemed to come of them, there was no fire between her and anyone else and at fifty-two Emma was resigned to the fact that she may never find the r...
With a huge effort, Arin stepped aboard the small square craft, floating about ankle-height off the raised walkway. It was almost nine o'clock at night, and she needed to get back to her airship. The only problem was her brother Lea: he'd attended the first part of a meeting with her that afternoon, and split off from her around four to get some food. Arin h...
Lana sat in a small clearing in a forest next to the smoldering remains of a campfire. She realized that she was in a dream when she saw her clothes: thick iron armor, with a large sword, shield, and horned helmet. A voice invaded her thoughts, and thanks to dream logic she was suddenly certain of three things: she was called "The Shieldmaiden," who had lost...
Connie's Weed, Part 2 — Standing On The Bosoms Of Giants A four 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 and ultimately beyond the si...
"In nearly a hundred years of adventuring, I've never run into more shit than I get into with thee," Steve whispers to Lisa. It is hard for her to hear his complaints over the sound of twenty foot tall giants fucking on the immense oak bed they are hiding under. She just shrugs and tries to keep from grinning too much. The situation is very fun to her. Bub...
Chapter 1: Mandatory 'choose your path' chapter The alarm in your phone goes off and you groggily wake up with a long yawn. You actually had a good night's rest, so technically you're all in good health to face the day, though that doesn't mean you're terribly excited about it if it's some boring stuff, like one more school day. Then again, whether it's scho...
CHAPTER SIX *all characters are over the age of eighteen years* ***ARAN -- Ironshire, Ekistair*** The clashing of steel echoed throughout the basement beneath Smythe's house as dull-edged practice blades met repeatedly. Smythe circled Aran, whirling a huge, five-foot long great-sword like it weighed nothing. His footwork was impeccable, and he stepped...
Dave Moore was fixing his own breakfast, because his wife had an early morning meeting. He had made himself some fried eggs. These were no ordinary eggs; for he had bought them from a gypsy that he had met from a walk in the woods. She told him that they would help him lose weight and would dramatically improve his sex life. Dave looked down at his stomach a...
Sibyl returned as promised; some hours after she left Ilyana to recuperate from her latest ravishment. The Cimmerian found the Zamoran bride, unsurprisingly, in the midst of masturbating her mound. With her slit splayed seductively before the barbarian – Sybil naturally inserted the big toe of her left foot into Ilyana's sopping orifice. She flexed the inser...