Iris awoke the next morning and immediately noticed a change in her body. She felt... heavier. It took her a little extra effort to get out of bed, her breasts swinging freely beneath her gown. She walked into the bathroom to look at herself, and noticed already that her belly had begun to change shape. It was subtle, but it curved out slightly in a way it h...
Becca sighed wishfully as another set of oversized breasts were plopped in front of her. "Hey Stevie, how's the orchard?" she asked as she started fondling and massaging the mammories before her. "Good! We cleared out about 30 trees. I think I've got two or three in here," she patted her bust as she spoke. Becca was always envious of the whopping melons she...
I was halfway home when I saw her standing on the street with her thumb out. The closer I got, the slower I drove. She was tall, about five feet seven, with medium length black hair falling loosely about her shoulders. Her eyes were deep black. She was wearing a short skirt, a cutoff white t-shirt, and barefoot. Barefoot and pregnant, I thought. She was very...
Hi all. I've experimented with writing for a long time now, but this is the first time I've shared something online so I hope you enjoy it. As usual, all characters in this story involved in sexual acts are legal adults. ------- “Come on, open it!” Jess was practically bouncing with excitement as she handed over my present, neatly wrapped in gold paper wi...
Emily woke up at 5:30, like she did every morning. It was a two weeks after she returned to Graham's ranch, and things had settled into a rhythm. The air was turning a little cooler as the Equinox approached, and topless motorcycling was out of the question unless the day was horribly hot. Graham and Lydia were upstairs on a Saturday morning, recovering fro...
I was laying on a bed; blindfolded, face up, and "spread eagle" tied to the four legs of the bed. I had lost track of time. I could have been here at least twenty minutes. Without a clock or other activity it is sometimes hard to tell. I heard a door open and felt a slight puff of cooler air and heard footsteps approaching me. I heard a woman's voice: "Ho...
1969 The Summer of My Life I was doing lunch dishes as I watched him make the long walk up my drive, the dust billowing from under his shoes with every step. It reminded me of when I was a girl and Uncle Clarence would let me take the reins as we rode the hay wagon. I would be mesmerized as I watched their hooves hit the ground, a puff of dust flew each tim...
Chapter 4: Tools of the Trade As much as Kelly would have loved to spend her first day worshipping the fat black length of Darlin's cock, before she could truely begin her new job as a proper MilkMaid, she had to be trained. So, after cleaning up a bit and changing into the cute little milkmaid outfit that was commonplace at MilkTitty farms, Kelly skipped h...
If this is the first Shelacta Tale you have read, please go the appendix to learn about this world. Eighth Tale: Rout of a Pimp Piotr (called Peter throughout this tale) was one of the pimps running the brothel where Eva, Aurora, Camille, Gida and Larissa were enslaved by their illegal status and debt to the people smugglers. He had been caught during the...
Being milked felt so GOOD. After the agony of helplessly feeling my loose, full breasts sway and bounce, with my hands bound behind me, the sensation of the suction tubes attaching to my nipples filled me with relief. I may have even cried out. The suction was gentle, not rough, and the sensation of milk leaving my body was so sensual, so physically amazing...