This story contains some absurd levels of growth. If mini-giantesses with huge boobs are not a thing you enjoy, this story is not for you. It also has a reality bending component, if you like simple, straightforward transformations, this is a far cry. ***** It had been billed as a mystical place as part of the Magical Ireland Tour, but as Myra and Leela lo...
My name is Linda Blain. I am an established fashion designer in my mid forties. Alistair, my late husband, was a psychologist .he'd developed a very successful private practice. We lived in a charming Devon country home by the river Fen near Fenley in the early eighties, a beautiful unspoilt typically English village situated just three miles away from our h...
The dawn is heavy with moisture, droplets of dew weighing down my whiskers. I pad quickly through the lush jungle growth, sleek black fur glistening, not stopping once to hunt or sleep. He is out there somewhere and must be found. That knowledge exists above any other, above any desire for food or sleep or to bask in the sun's rays. Faint sounds linger in...
With his wife already asleep in the bed, Jason thought he would indulge himself in a little bit of pleasure. Sure, sex with his wife was good, no it was great, but on occasion he selfishly wanted it all to be only about himself and here was the perfect opportunity. Stepping into the bathroom he closed the door and then turned on the shower. His wife had show...
I woke up and before my eyes opened I knew that my cock was being expertly sucked. I opened my eyes to see Janine kneeling between my legs and her head was bobbing up and on my cock. "I love waking up this way, Jan." I checked my watch and saw I had been asleep about five minutes. Janine must have slept no longer than ten minutes. She stood up, sporting a...
"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...
Diana's Journal – Entry 1 This is exceptionally late into the experiment. I honestly can't believe I didn't consider this before, though it's not all that surprising; I've been known to neglect things like this in the past. Allie says that it always makes her laugh, since I'm one of the more exceptional students in the university. I'd be lying if I said I d...
She panted at him, her voice rhythmically interrupted by his pounding. "Huh, huh, huh, huh." In truth it was not just the physical act of her abuse which sent her over the edge, it was the knowledge of this being the culmination of many weeks of flirting and seducing to get this man's huge cock inside her... she had finally succeeded. Connor grunted in repl...
That evening he went to Muthusamy’s house as usual. Sitting under the neem tree in front of the house, Muthusamy and Ramu talked about this and that, while Ponni went about doing her housework, giving sly looks at Ramu once in a while. As dusk set in, Ramu excused himself, and went home. Ponni was waiting for him just outside the gate by the hedge. Pretendin...
Danielle tugged at her shirt and bra, shifting her monumental bust for better comfort. How many times was that? Ten? No matter how she adjusted, whether she yanked a strap up or down her shoulders, or if she tried covering her cleavage, something else became uncomfortable. Not to mention how her parents hounded her to find something appropriate to wear. This...