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...
Pt.7 — Among Wolves ~ Part 7 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 and ultimately beyond the size depicted in Woody Allen...
Pt.2 — Under Soiled Doves' Wings by Paul Gerard (a pen name) Part 2 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 and ultimately be...
I know I haven't published anything in a while. I got stuck rewriting chapter 4 of My Blue Pill and starting chapter 2 of Thom Thom and Not Letting Go. Instead I started a few new stories. But life happens and the weather gets nicer, so writing hasn't been as big of a priority lately. With that said, here's a new story I hope you like. I'm putting this und...
Authors note: Horner Springs is a collective concept as discussed in thread "The Birth of Horny Town U.S.A" thread started by litfan10 in the Authors' Hangout forum. Authors who add to this will pay at least lip service to the other Author's creations and may share characters. My contribution is part of a series of stories that will use your feedback to adva...
Author's Note: This story contains a lot of gross material, including bathroom stuff (poop) and giving birth. If that makes you uncomfortable, then this story isn't for you. * * * "It looks like a bunch of dicks," I said. I noticed the potted plant on Roweena's coffee table as the two of us hung out in her basement. She and I had been close friends in hi...
I stopped the car at the front of the house, turned off the engine and looked at the clock. Quarter to eleven. "Not bad," I mumbled. It had taken me two and three-quarter hours to drive from my flat in Chester to his house somewhere north of Lancaster. Actually it had taken two and a half hours to get to the gate and another fifteen minutes to get up the p...
Author's Note: As indicated by the title, this is a multi-part story; it will be easiest to follow by reading Part 1 first. ~**~ Again Ben woke before Julia the next morning. His mouth felt thick and dry and his head hurt. He stumbled to the bathroom to relieve himself and get a drink of water. That done, he refilled the glass and brought it to the bedside...
Special thank you again to Mulls for co-writing with me. :) We hope you enjoy our second story...more to come! ***** Lynn shoved the last bit of clothing into her suitcase and hopped onto the top of it to smush it down far enough so zip the compartment closed. She wiggled and bounced her petite body until the zipper finally gave way and slid along its tra...
Description: There is more than one way to reach nirvana, this is the tale of one woman's journey to the fringes of experience. There are transitional periods in life, markers that can point oneself in an utterly, new, and perhaps unsettling direction. Chapter One - Life She didn't know when she realized it, the sense of crushing ennui that finally shook...