And then it began in earnest. Naked, with an erection like I was a 19 year old, kneeling before my toilet like an intoxicated throne worshiper, my face hovering about an enormous shit log of my own as it bends about in the cold toilet water, touching both sides—already its brown, smearing the white porcelain, and its smell, filling the bathroom with an other...
There are some terms I use in this story that do not explain themselves. One is Molecular Scramble Rounds. I define this as a round that rearranges the molecular structure of an object, often turning it from solid to liquid or vice versa. Second is the term jelly. It's defined as Kiti's version of vaginal fluid. It's still a liquid but is like jelly in spots...
MEMO From: Mr. Kilhoffer, assistant director, Division of Research and Development To: Ms. Johnson, v.p. for sales Re: Results of Field Test No. 3 for ''The Acme Reducer'' personal human-shrinkage kit. Ms. Johnson: Let me first re-iterate how honored I am to be part of this endeavor. Since the initial discovery six years ago of the human-shrinkage process...
MEMO From: Mr. Kilhoffer, assistant director, Division of Research and Development To: Ms. Johnson, v.p. for sales Re: Results of Field Test No. 3 for "The Acme Reducer" personal human-shrinkage kit. Ms. Johnson: Let me first re-iterate how honored I am to be part of this endeavor. Since the initial discovery six years ago of the human-shrinkage process...
A Few Stolen Days Ch. 03: The Day in The Car A hot shower brought us both the refreshment that we needed from the sweaty, stained sheets. I asked Brandi if she wanted to dress for breakfast and she said, "How about getting me coffee and a something light. And make it black, I've already had my "cream" for the morning." Her eyes flashed as she broke into lig...
I want to send my thanks to Devin Rush who helped me so much in editing my work, caused in part by language barriers. Thanks for your time, your input, your patience. This story is still in the works. I've never done anything this big before, I'd call it more like an odyssey... Hope you like it. Please, comment! Share the love ahah ******************** Mo...
The thing is, we had gone over there to play bridge. Yes, bridge. The same game old ladies play in the parlor on Sundays. I don't even know how to play bridge. I remember when my wife, Anna, told me about it. "We don't have any friends," she said. I didn't even look up from my book. "We have plenty of friends," I mumbled. "There's Steve, Nick, Andy... Jane...
To the readers: I hope you are having a happy holiday season! Moreover, I hope you aren't sick of Christmas yet because our characters are still stuck in Christmas week. It was my intention to have this whole day in their lives up days ago, but I couldn't manage that. I did get a very nice gift from you: The previous chapter got a red H! That was encouraging...
I was a willing cuckold now. Not only had Chet fucked my wife almost all night long; I had cleaned up her pussy each time he had cum in her. When we awoke, I expected all of us to be satiated and ready to return home. For me, it was a mixture of exhaustion and nervous energy. It was a strange feeling. If I expected to have any regrets, Chet and Meredith cert...
She steps into the bar, her nervous disposition heightened almost painfully. She is definitely not dressed to impress, at least not in this place. It's set up like a lounge, the lights dim, almost like candlelight. The music, smooth and soft, ripples through the air and the seating is reminiscent of a cigar bar; thick leather armchairs that speak of late nig...