Yrba's Travels, Pt.9 — The Living Cauldron by Paul Gerard (a pen name) ~ Part 9 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...
So here it finally is. The last chapter and epilogue to the witch and the dragon. It took me a month to finally get it out, but I had a bunch of stuff going on and it just got really difficult to write. I really appreciate those who took the time to vote and comment. Hope that this, the last chapter, motivates everyone who hasn't commented before to do so no...
*Don't fear the waves, fear the undertow* (One more from Shawhollow) (Emily isn't an idiot so trust her enough to uphold her end of the friendships she's forged.) (Two Weeks Later) School has a pattern; first is the uncertainty of taking something new and deciding if you are going to drop the course before the deadline. Then the boredom sets in as you ge...
Sydney I. Wat's Wrong. I groaned unhappily and clutched my lower stomach while lying on the stiff wooden bench that was doing a sucky job at pretending to be comfortable. C'mon Motrin, kick in already. My shift was starting in eleven minutes and I could barely bring myself to sit up, let alone go stand on my feet for six hours. I silently cursed my stubbor...
Chapter 41 I called Grace and told her she could stop worrying about Amanda that I had met with her and she explained everything about her life and why she wanted discretion. She didn't ask for details and I didn't offer any other that to say that Amanda was ok and she would probably enjoy her company as she was a nice person. I didn't tell her that she wa...
Author's note: I believe this whimsical tale best fits the category of Magical Realism; alas, although such a category exists in the broader world of literary genres, Magical Realism is not a choice available for submissions at Literotica. I have chosen to place this story in the Humor & Satire category, as I am hoping the dear reader will find the absur...
Life is good. Life is really, really good. As I write this I'm sipping on a very expensive wine and wearing a very expensive dress while sitting in my very expensive apartment. I no longer work, having not needed to earn my own income for little more than a year now. That probably leads you to wonder how I pay for all my nice things. Well while I enjoy my lu...
Ch. 10: Hannah's Choice Maybe it was a lingering effect of the drug the Doctor forced me to inhale as he exhibited me before his congress of scientists. Maybe my thoughts were addled with the intensity of my physical and emotional sensations. But as I lay strapped to the tiny ward bed, I became convinced that time, like my still-damp body, was a coursing fl...
Barbara was living a fairy tale life. She was married to her childhood sweetheart. They met in eighth grade and dated all through high school where she was the head cheerleader, Homecoming and Prom Queen alongside his "King". She was President of the Student Council and he was Class Valedictorian. When he received a full athletic scholarship to the Unive...
"Just who is this Futa-Girl???" Jacqueline Rothstein, mayor of Gammaville, stood at the end of a conference table, visibly irate. Her advisors looked on as the young politician launched into a tirade, going off on Gammaville's newest superhero. "This Futa-Girl is a menace!" Jacqueline screamed in a rage. "She claims to be a great superhero, but she just le...