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Due to recent events, my sexuality has come into question. So I wrote my first gay story! Enjoy!
'I'm going to do it tonight. I've waited a long time, and this is it,' Thought Adrian to himself. *'Let's go, I'm ready!'* With that, the small wolf stepped from inside his older model Ford and walked across the packed parking lot towards the brightly lit club building. His throat felt tight, clothing clinging to him with sweat from the boiling weather. A shaking paw opened the door gingerly, metal handle smooth beneath his grip. His body seemingly carried itself into the vibrating room beyond, eyes just along for the ride. They absorbed the dancing male bodies, the naked members flapping in the wind. Some had clothes, others didn't. Not a female was in sight, and Adrian stood there like a deer in the headlights. That was, until a hulking Alaskan Malamute burst free from the crowd and made his way over to the door.
"Come on big guy, I call you!" The voice was harsh and deep, yet happy and welcoming at the same time.
"Uh... Sure..." Adrian said, voice an octave higher than he meant it to be. His feet skidded across the black and white tiles, and he eventually found himself looking down to the slick floor. It was glossy, and the air was filled with a neutral odor. The ever recognizable odor of sweat, precum, and cum itself. Even the Alaskan Malamute was naked, and Adrian found himself swaying his hips to the beat. The rigid cock of the great dog was stabbing into his lower back, painting a dotted picture in the moisture flowing from the tip.
"I'm Kimmik, by the way!" He shouted to Adrian over the crowd and thick music. "I think you're really cute!" He almost sounded very adorable with that statement, yet Adrian felt himself begin to become aroused by that very thought. He took a moment, in between songs and grinding, to remove his sweat drenched clothing. His own knot sprung from the sheath between his thighs, oozing out more of the clear liquid which dripped to the floor below with a moist slap. Back to grinding they went, Adrian looking back and craning his neck for a long kiss. Kimmik's taste was intoxicating, nothing like any of Adrian's previous girlfriends. Minty and strong, warm and reliable. He felt safe, here, with another man's hands around his waist and his penis prodding at his ass cheeks. Their hot bodies nearly created a friction fire, both crotches and asses drenched in the fiery splotches of male horniness. The night wound down, and Adrian found himself walking with Kimmik, hand in hand, to their clothing before Adrian's truck out in the parking lot. "That's a nice ride, man," Kimmik said, looking at the truck.
"It gets me where I need to go. So... Would you like to..." Adrian started, looking at the ground and scuffing his feet in the dirt.
"Come over? Of course! You can't just have an evening like that and not take me home for it!" The Alaskan Malamute said, predicting the line as though it weren't already blatantly obvious.
"Well then right this way!" Adrian said, opening the passenger door for his new found friend.
"I don't think so, conquistador. I'll be driving myself, you just lead the way in the big hunk of metal there," And with that, Kimmik walked briskly to a Harley Davidson sitting three cars away. Adrian shut the door with a metallic thud, jogged to the driver's side, and lifted the behemoth white truck to life with a gently twist of the worn old key in the ignition. His mind was aflutter with the prospects of what was going to happen later in his very apartment. He was horny, and therefore the large work dog had to be similarly aroused. The radio came on over the shuddering rumble of the small block V8, Hair of the Dog by Nazareth playing. It was inevitable that he'd be getting his first true reaming from this man. Would he like it? What if he didn't? What if this man was just going to abandon him by tomorrow? Should Adrian care? "Lead the way, like I said!" Kimmik yelled, Adrian popping out of his stupor, those six words banishing all panic from him. Whatever happened tonight, it would surely be good. The truck pulled from its parking spot with a whir of machinery, engine propelling him past the raging Harley and onto the winding streets of New York. Kimmik's bandana was fluttering in the wind, nose twitching as he soaked in all the smells of the outside world. Tongue lolling out behind his massive canines, he looked absolutely thrilled to be cruising along behind Adrian's antiquated 70s truck. At least, until they reached one of the larger deserted streets. Kimmik sucked his tongue in, closed his mouth, leaned forward, and opened the bike's throttle. He whizzed past Adrian, sweeping gracefully back into the right lane as the testosterone mobile gained speed. Adrian found his heart stabbed with an icicle of adrenaline, planting his shoe to the floor and sending the truck's engine into a furious primal screech. Kimmik looked back with a shiny smile before turning back around and hunching his shoulders into the wind as the two thundered through the deserted back roads. The truck bounced with every pothole, rattling ominously with chains and keys jingling as the stiff suspension punched Adrian's ass into a pancake. Kimmik swerved every one of the disastrous craters, deftly maneuvering until they reached a stoplight. Adrian saw it late, and cranked onto the brakes to no avail. The tires locked, Adrian's hands a blur as he fought to keep the truck in a straight line. Sure enough, he stopped next to Kimmik, but he had lost all sense of bravery in exchange for a shaky glimpse at death.
"Nice!" Kimmik said, laughing and shaking his head.
"Let's never do... *THAT* again," Adrian breathed out, running a hand through his sweaty hair. "We're only one block from my place, just take the last right possible and I'm right there on the corner in the brick building,"
"You tell those instructions, you GPS," Kimmik said, tearing off through the red light and whipping down the last possible right. Did he always drive like that? Adrian followed much more conservatively, pulling to a stop quietly in his designated parking spot. Stumbling up his steps in the darkness, Adrian opened the door and saw a pile of clothes on the floor. That weren't his. "Get your clothes off, I'm in your bedroom already!" Adrian's heart punched his chest like a professional boxer, and he removed his in order to walk up the stairs. His erection sprang out of its sheath like a jack in the box, and he slumped down on his bed to wait. "Just like one more minute, hon," Adrian teased his boner, smearing the thin pre cum over its throbbing surface all the way down to the knot. It was warm in his paw like fire, and he flexed it to the point that it rose from his lower stomach and quivered in the air for a minute until his muscles weakened and it fell back against his fur with a stick whump. In all his days as a horny male, he'd never produced this amount of sex juices. He must be *some* excited. Just then, Kimmik strutted out of the bathroom, stark naked. His own boner bounced in the air, slinging translucent filaments of pre cum all over the floor in dark, wet streams. Adrian was transfixed on that great red love shaft, and his eyes traced every line along its shining surface. "You like what you see? It's all yours, big guy!" He made it to the bed, crawling onto Adrian's chest slowly and laboriously. His tail hung high in the air over his back, wiggling happily. He lazily dragged his tongue over Adrian's balls and cock, lingering on the tip. Adrian shivered, the feeling pure electricity.
"Oh my god," He whispered, fingers writhing in his bed's comforter.
"This is going to be good!" Said Kimmik, licking his lips before turning around and backing up until his own head was at Adrian's twitching erection. "This is called 69," Kimmik commented matter of factly, with a short chuckle. "Commence your operation, doctor Adrian," Adrian reached up towards the red boner, and received a slap at his hand. "Like this," And Adrian felt his dick swept up in a writhing and soft cavity. The powerful Canine tongue lapped up the fluids spurting out at discordant intervals, wringing the tip of the dick forcefully. "Come on, don't be shy. One way or the other, this is happening. Oh, and it's courtesy to say when you're going to ejaculate,"
"Uhh..." Adrian said, and opened his mouth. He was frozen, however, his neck perched just below his objective. With a thrust of his hips, Kimmik managed to smack Adrian in the face with his moist dick. It was enough encouragement for the wolf, and he took the penis into his mouth. He tasted the salty, sweaty shaft itself. There was an undertone of a sweet fluid, which punched at the backs of his throat every few seconds. Adrian began to bob his head, rewarded with a muffled moan from the large breed dog.
"You're good. Keep it going for a few more seconds, we've work to do still. New guy," Kimmik called out from around the dick. Adrian jammed his head upon the great member, and it poked at the back of his throat. He almost wretched, but forced the feeling away and began to lap at the intruder with his tongue. "Enough, let me go get the lube. You wanna get filled, or me? I don't care either way,"
"If it's all the... s-s-same to you... I'd like to get... 'filled.' If you-"
"Say no more, Tentative Timmy," Kimmik said, returning to the gigantic bed with a comically huge bottle of sexual lubricant. He bent Adrian over gently, his tail tucked tightly between his legs. "Lemme see 'er," Adrian removed his tail, exposing the pink pucker below. "Perfect!" Kimmik poked the nozzle into the center of the ring, and squeezed gently. A little bit of the viscous fluid exploded forth, flowing into his ass, becoming instantly soft and smooth. He removed the bottle's nozzle, administering a copious amount of the light blue solution around the ring and on his dick. Adrian felt the flaming tip touch his ass, and he felt hands clutching his wide hips. There was a gentle pressure, and he felt something pop in partway. He grunted from the intrusion, but remained frozen as it continued sliding in laboriously.
"I love this, come on, come on, come on!" He shouted unintelligibly, Kimmik laughing and retracting his dick to the tapered point. In it went, *much* faster this time. Again he drew it out, slapping his balls up against Adrian's balls. Kimmik's erection stabbed at his prostate, glazing Adrian's eyes over with bliss. The world swam before him, the Alaskan Malamute beginning to piston in and out, faster and faster. They both were soon panting, and Adrian found himself leaning backwards into the thrusts. There was a building in his nether region, and he burst out in a mind blowing orgasm. He painted the covers white, each spurt causing his body to spasm. Kimmik let himself loose upon Adrian's silky tunnel, the wolf feeling the piping hot liquid filling his soul. It felt like a hot balloon opening up inside of him, and he smiled as the Alaskan Malamute retracted himself in a torrent of semen. The two collapsed in the moist spot, tons of semen soaking into their coats. Adrian had a new hobby.
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My first gay writing :) by CamaroIrocZ
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Text: Jack leaps over the fence and lands in the grass beside Shelly. He cautiously looks back over the four foot tall wood fence and doesn't see anything out of the ordinary. He breathes a sigh of relief and sits next to Shelly.
Shelly half winces and smiles as she holds the side of her belly, "That went well."
Jack pulls aside her hand and sees the bite mark. Worry and concern fills his eyes, "No, no, no."
Shelly returns her hand to the wound, "I got bit."
"That's not what I want to hear, Shelly. This can't happen! Not you!" Tears run from his eyes as he remembers growing up with her. The fun times of friendship and now the end of it is staring him in the face. "I...I can't lose you."
"I'm sorry. You know the bites infect."
"I know." He wipes the years from his face and thinks of all the events that they've gone through since the zombie apocalypse started two days ago. Why did this have to happen to her? Why did any of this have to happen? Damn it!
Suddenly, Jack sees Jennifer running down the sidewalk in a panic. Her brown hair swings wildly in a ponytail behind her head and blood is splatter against her emotionless face. He calls to her and waves his hands, but she doesn't even look at him as she runs down thw sidewalk on the other side of the fence. He quickly ducks back down as he sees the zombies giving chase and hopes Jennifer keeps ahead of their grasp.
Shelly groans as she feels a pressure in her stomach, "Oh! I don't think I'm going to make it, Jack."
"Don't say that."
Suddenly a hissing sounds and Shelly's stomach pushes outward to the sounds of stretching rubber. Shelly feels her belly pushing outward, "Oh...oh. Jack, stop it!"
Jack looks into her eyes, "No! There's no quitting. You can do this, Shelly." He looks around the yard as the hissing continues and the sides of Shelly's belly bloat outward. "I've never seen a bite do this. Your body may be coping to make sure you survive."
The groans of rubber grow louder as Shelly grows bigger and her legs plump to fill her pants. A tearing sounds as her butt inflates, splitting her pants, and her thighs bulge, popping seams. The button of her pants pops off and is lost into the grass as her belly pushes outward, unzipping her pants. "I'm getting so big."
Jack moves off to fight a zombie attracted by the hissing sounds and sounds of rubber stretching. He kicks the zombie and it stumbles back as he looks for a weapon. "Just hang on!"
Shelly hears a loud squeaking and watches as her shirt is strained by her inflating breasts. Her upper arms and shoulders bloat. A tearing sounds as the shirt is defeated by her inflating body. She moans as the pressure builds and her torso becomes spherical. "I'm turning into a blimp." A thump sounds as one of her breasts is stretched flat and another thump sounds as the other follows. Her back rounds and her pants are pushed off as her sphere body absorbs her bloated legs and bloated arms. "So...much pressure."
Jack slams the gardening hoe into the zombies head and watches as it falls motionless to the ground. He wipes the blood from his face and sees another incoming zombie. "Damn another one."
Shelly's face redden from strain as her sphere body swallows her arms to her elbows and her legs to the knees. She feels her neck bloat with pressure, "So...much...pressure. Gonna pop, Jack!"
Jack pushes the zombie aside, "Don't talk like that! You're going to be fine!"
Shelly groans as the pressure pushes her bigger, "I don't feel fine."
Jack struggles with two zombies, "You'll be fine!" He sees a neighbor named Fred Wilson staring at him on the other side of the fence and growling. He takes down one of the zombies with thw gardening hoe and blood splatters his shirt. He blocks the other's attack, "Everything is fine!"
Four thumps sound as hands and feet are absorbed into Shelly's expanding sphere body. Her face reddens as her body groans horrible rubber groans and her neck is slowly swallowed. "Go...gonna...POP!"
Jack takes down a zombie as two more rush toward him, "You're fine, keep going!"
Shelly closes her eyes as the pressure becomes unbearable and her head is stretched flat on her sphere body. "Ja...Jack!!"
Jack growls as blood splashes his face and another motionless zombie falls. "Come on!!" He frowns as he notices a faint shadow of a circle around him and he wipes blood from his face. He turns to see Shelly is a round, trembling, twelve foot tall, semi transparent, sphere, "Oh shit!"
Suddenly a horrible shriek of rubber sounds and in a flash Shelly is gone. A gust of wind blows across the grass and Jack as flakes of rubber flutter through the air. He drops to his knees with gardening hoe in hand and watches as blood drips from his chin onto the ground between his knees. "Shelly..."
Fred Wilson's voice yells, "What the hell is wrong with you, son? You act like your best friend just died."
Jack slowly looks up to see Fred Wilson no longer a zombie and he wipes at the blood on his face. He notices it's mud he is wiping free and flashes of realization hit him. Jennifer jogging with head phones in and no zombies chasing her. Shelly his best friend, pleading she couldn't take anymore and him blowing her up bigger. Why? Why didn't he see there were no zombies? He remembers growing up with Shelly and now remembers blowing up his imaginary friend until she popped. Tears run from his eyes and he wonders why he couldn't be satisfied with just a little bigger.
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The dreams were variations on a theme. He was just a kid, under her control once more, and she'd left him alone—again. Locked him in a closet, one of many she used to contain him. She always claimed it was for his own good. Told him she just wanted to keep him safe. Even at the age of eight, Marshall didn't believe her. But he was helpless to do anything about it. Everywhere they went, this became the norm of their lives. Running from place to place, never staying more than a few months in any one location. A different town, a different man.
Each place had one thing in common with the one before—the closet where she'd lock Marshall when she left. Trouble was, she sometimes stayed away for days at a time. Like she'd forgotten he existed.
"Where's Dad? When are we going home to Dad?"
"Soon," she kept promising him, but soon never came. He asked her once too often and she finally exploded, screaming, "Never!"
By the time he was thirteen, he understood she was playing an adult version of Hide and Seek. Keep Marshall away from Lee. He just didn't understand why, and she wouldn't tell him.
The darkness of the closets was the worst part, even beyond being hungry or thirsty, or being forced to piss in a corner. That he could handle, but the rest... In his dreams, the darkness reached out for him with hungry clawed hands, awful creatures that wanted to hurt him, keep him away from the father who loved him.
Marshall's eyes snapped open, but the darkness persisted, and he knew he was still inside the dream, and he began to scream...
A light clicked on. Strong arms enveloped him, held him close. A soft voice murmured in low soothing tones. Gentle hands stroked down his back, stopped his trembling. "Shhh, shhh, I'm here, I'm here."
Marshall's heart raced and his breathing was ragged, but he was becoming aware of himself and the world around him once more. He wasn't in any closet; he was safe, with Lee, in their bed. It had been nothing but a bad dream, as usual.
He took deeper breaths, calming down, embarrassed at letting a dream get to him like that. He felt like a baby for overreacting. Not that Lee would ever make him feel that way.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled, burying his face in Lee's chest, rubbing his cheek against the familiar softness of Lee's chest hair. Marshall hated nights like this.
Lee tilted Marshall's head back so their eyes met. "Don't be sorry, it's not your fault, not at all."
Marshall knew where the blame lay, but that name was never spoken between them. Ever.
"I was dreaming about... and then I woke up, and it was still dark, and I... I guess I panicked." He took a long shuddering breath.
"Light in the hall must have gone out. I'll take care of it."
Marshall clutched at Lee tightly, as if afraid he meant right that minute. "No, don't leave me," he murmured, his voice riddled with anxiety.
Five years. Five long years they'd been separated.
His mother had turned up unexpectedly when he was eight years old, after being gone for months, and snatched Marshall away. She must have been watching them, waiting for just the right moment. Marshall barely remembered the house he grew up in. He didn't find out until later it was somewhere in rural Georgia. Marshall had been playing out in the yard one day when a strange man grabbed him and shoved him into the backseat of a car, with his mother.
That's when the nightmare began.
She didn't dare put him into school. Never let him talk to anyone. Wouldn't give him any books, although occasionally he found one. He'd sneak it into his room when she wasn't looking, and devour it as quickly as he could.
The men she lived off of treated him like another piece of furniture and never questioned anything his mother did. But they paid the bills, put up with her ways, and told her she was pretty. He heard her tell one of them her kid's father was dead. Marshall didn't believe that, even if those assholes seemed to. His dad wasn't dead. He knew it.
As Marshall grew older, he became more and more determined to escape his captivity and find his way back to his father. He had no real idea where his father was, or how to get to him, but he wasn't going to let that stop him. He was just watching for the right opportunity. He was thirteen, and not the naive little boy he'd once been.
Then one night, when he least expected it, a miracle happened. They were living in Fargo. It was always bitter cold there, and Marshall hated the cold with his whole soul. That night, his mother yelled at him to take the trash can to the curb for the next day.
He dragged the can through the foot of fresh snow that had accumulated during the day. Despite the cold, he stood a moment, watching his breath steam into the crisp night air. At that moment, a strange sedan pulled up. The back door opened, and Marshall saw the face of the man he loved most in the world.
"Jump in. Quick!"
Marshall hadn't thought twice about it. He leapt into the car and the driver peeled out like he was trying to set a record at the Indianapolis 500. And Marshall had never looked back.
"Want to talk about it?" Lee offered, but Marshall shook his head.
"Just hold me, please."
Strong arms held him close, and Marshall knew he was safe, and loved. Lee's lips brushed the top of his head. "Go back to sleep."
Marshall nestled against him, until sleep claimed him once again.
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Don't Look Back Ch. 16
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Text: Rachel was a nervous slender girl. Her ample breasts merely drew more attention to her shyness. As did her striking looks and long red hair. Even her freckles on her very pale skin only added to her knocking knees. Of course tonight was even worse for her. Kevin was near.
He was a friend of her roommate Heather and oh god he was so cute. Heather was having a small party maybe ten people and she had set up a buffet.
Rachel nervously stood at the table covered in finger foods nibbling at a creampuff or two. Then he came over, her stomach flipped.
"Hey Rachel! How are you?"
"Good, just eating some creampuffs..." she blanked out.
She blushed as she grabbed another using the sweet taste to calm the awkward moment.
"Yeah, I have trouble resisting them..." she blushed.
"Well be careful," he winked, her heart fluttered. "You are what you eat."
She blushed more.
"Sorry kinda a mean tease...Rachel...uh..."
His eyes shot wide as he stared at her at a loss for words.
"What?"
"Your stomach!"
Rachel look down at her formerly loose red dress. It was a bit tight at her waist!
"My belly!"
Her stomach lurched outward. It groaned and churned as her hips started to enlarge too. The indent of her bellybutton was visible now. Her whole waist spread wider with a gurgle.
"Rachel you're fat..." muttered Kevin.
"...but how?"
Her upper thighs distended out with disturbing forced. With a pop the elastic of her panties broke as a huge bubble butt launched out behind her. Kevin meekly pushed at her massive gut trying to slow it. Rachel was afraid to even touch it, her arms held away. The belly refused to slow down each moment getting more rotund despite Kevin's pushing.
"You feel weird, it's not fat..."
Rachel got over her meekness and pressed down on her growing belly too. Her pushed away from her belly. Slowly they puffed in unison with her thighs. Her tummy gurgled loudly as her body started to become truly round. Her dress was a belly shirt.
"This can't be happening!"
Rachel's arms rose up. Her thick arms swelling so fast her dress straps popped before she knew it. Arms and legs were joining with the orb of Rachel faster then imaging. In mere seconds her knobby legs were forced so wide she fell to the ground. Useless arms flapping to catch her fall. Bloated little shins with fat distend feet popping from her cute shoes kicked meekly.
"Please help me Kevin...it feels so weird!"
With a sudden rip her red dress slipped off. Her face was now bloated beyond believe as the heavy filling in her searched out every nook and cranny to fill up in her.
"Rachel... you've turned into a... very big beautiful creampuff!"
"No, oh god, I'm still growing!"
"Good..." Kevin laughed.
"What? How is this good?"
"I just love a good creampuff girl, tastier to kiss."
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Text: Alice walked slowly down the brightly lit hallway. She wasn't exactly sure which room she was expected in, but at least she was early for her shift. Numerous doors lined the walls, various sounds resounding from each.
"Are you lost?" a passing aid asked.
"Umm...yes." Alice replied. "Would you happen to know where room 214 is?"
"Down the hall, to your left. Six doors down!" the aid answered.
"Thanks!" Alice said hesitantly. She was still very nervous for her first day on the job.
Turning the corner, she was greeted with yet another extremely long hallway. She squinted her eyes at the brightness of each hall. The tiles, walls, and ceiling. It was all sheer white. And very clean.
ROOM 214
Alice slowly extended an arm. She sure hoped this was the right room. Everything about this place felt so professional. Everyone she met was in uniform. Alice felt very out of place with her black yoga pants and blue sweatshirt.
Upon entering the room, she was taken aback by the sheer size of it. It was almost like a gymnasium. Her footsteps echoed as she walked towards the middle of the room. Again, the entire room was pure white.
She stopped in the center circle and looked around. A door shut from the other side of the room. Alice looked over.
"Hello?..." she asked sheepishly.
Another light turned on. Across one side of the room was a long window. Silhouettes of workers moved back and forth on the other side. A womanly figure approached a microphone.
"Hello Alice. Can you hear us?" the woman spoke into the microphone. Her voice echoed throughout the large room.
Alice nodded.
"Good. Then we can begin." she replied.
The woman turned away from the microphone to speak with some co-workers. Alice wasn't sure what she was supposed to do next. She felt very nervous about how she was doing so far. She took the job as a product tester to get a quick boost of money for her apartment.
"Alice, on the table in front of you there is a small vile." the woman announced. "Please drink all of the fluid in the vile."
What table? She didn't see anything on her way in. And before she knew it, a small white table appeared on her left. She slowly approached it and examined the vile.
The runny, pink liquid inside seemed harmless, but she had no clue what it did. She wished they had told her more about which products she would be testing.
"Go on." the voice urged.
Alice didn't see any harm in it. These people were professionals. And she didn't want to look bad on her first day. She quickly downed the whole bottle.
"Good." the woman said. "Assistants take note; this is product number 1187. A performance enhancing beverage that allows the consumer to be lighter and more versatile. In essence, making one quicker on their feet."
A performance enhancer? Alice didn't play any sports. She wasn't the right girl for this kind of test.
"Alice, do you feel any sudden side effects?" the voice asked.
"Umm...none so far." Alice replied.
She spotted some of the silhouettes marking things down on their clipboards. Some were talking with others. The woman turned to speak to another important figure in the room.
Then Alice felt something. A small bubbling sensation in her stomach. It tingled a bit at first, making Alice giggle.
"What is happening now, Alice?" the woman asked.
"I feel funny!" Alice replied, still laughing. "It tickles!"
More figures began writing things down. Conversations were being held, but Alice couldn't hear anything. The room was soundproof aside from the woman's microphone. Alice continued laughing until the tickling feeling turned into a more bloated feeling. Alice moaned as the air filled her up.
"Nevermind..." Alice said slowly.
"What, what is it?" the woman asked.
"I don't feel so good anymore..." Alice mumbled.
She clenched her stomach, which started to gurgle and hiss. She felt very gassy and airy. A little embarrassed, even. Her belly felt very bloated and full, slowly swelling up with air.
"Alice, describe what is happening to us." the woman asked. "This is important for our next experiments."
"I feel very full." Alice said. "It doesn't feel good."
Suddenly, a rush of air filled Alice's stomach. Her whole belly expanded to hold in all the air. Alice felt very full, slowly rubbing her massive belly, as if she had just finished a large meal.
"We apologize for any discomfort, Alice." the woman spoke. "It's only a test."
Alice was beginning to feel a bit worried for her safety. I mean sure, she was testing an unfinished product, but this didn't seem right. She moaned slowly, still rubbing her slowly inflating belly.
Alice's distended belly began to stick out from underneath her blue sweatshirt. She had never felt so full before! She felt as if she were about to pop! It was almost like she could fit a whole beach ball in her belly. It was enormous!
"Will I be okay!?" Alice asked, sounding a bit worried.
"Don't worry, Alice. You are doing just fine." the woman assured her. "It's all part of the testing process."
She curiously poked her belly. It squished a little, like poking a balloon. Alice sure felt like a balloon. Her belly began to feel very tight, stretching out even further. Alice's eyes were wide with panic.
Then something else happened.
Alice's already large chest began to fill up with air. Her boobs slowly began swelling up larger than they already were. Alice moved her hands from her belly to her breast, squeezing them in a state of confusion. She looked up at the window, her face clearly expressing her worry.
"Don't be alarmed." the woman replied. "It's perfectly normal for this to happen."
Alice was baffled as to how this was 'normal'. Her breasts expanded quickly, racing her still inflating belly. Alice placed her hands on her distended belly, feeling it fill faster and faster. Then just as before, the air moved somewhere else. Her butt slowly began to expand. Alice squeezed it as well, feeling its size increase rapidly.
Her thighs began to swell up quickly. Alice spread her legs apart to give her expanding body more room to grow. It was getting hard to stand up straight. The air swelling her up made her wobble back and forth.
Her voluptuous bottom began to bloat outward. Her hips expanded to match her ever-growing body. Alice's mind rushed as she looked from one part of her to the next. She didn't know which part to rub, which part to squeeze. She was filling up so fast.
She felt so light and airy. The hissing sound getting louder and louder. Her belly showed greatly as her sweatshirt could not fit her bloated figure. It had risen up to her boobs, which fought for space as well. Her yoga pants were able to stretch well, but were beginning to tear. Her back began to round out as she slowly turned into a giant bloated balloon.
"Help me! Help!" Alice moaned. "Heeelp!"
The figures rushed around from behind the glass window. There was a clear sign of commotion and confusion. Some more figures had entered the room as well.
"Please help me!" Alice moaned sadly.
Her arms and legs were swallowed by her growing body. She became a complete sphere, and still growing, rocking slowly back and forth on her bloated crotch. Her hands and feet wiggled, but she couldn't move. She could only sit there helplessly as she filled with more air. Her yoga pants began to tear, and her sweatshirt was getting extremely tight. Her boobs were at such an enormous state, Alice just wished they had more room to grow. She rocked slowly back and forth, filling up faster and faster.
The hissing was getting louder, her belly stretching out further and further. Her hand began to sink into body as well. She moaned with a mixture of pleasure and sadness as her mouth became muffled by her own swollen body.
And then it all come to stop. It all began to slow down. Everything all just stopped swelling. Her bright blue eyes darted back and forth, examining her vast, swollen girth. Her bright blonde hair contrasted against her giant, overstretched blue sweatshirt.
Alice could hear the clang of double doors opening. Two workmen wearing white biohazard suits approached the blimp-like girl.
She felt their hands pressing into her belly as they slowly rocked her onto her back. Alice let out a little scream as she rolled backwards. Slowly rolling backwards, her head whooshing around in circles as she went out of the gymnasium room. The workers hands were touching her in very uncomfortable places, making Alice moan a little.
She wriggled her hands in protest, but she was helpless, just rolling backwards. Her blonde hair became a mess from flying around. All she could do was moan with pleasure and worry as she exited the room.
"Very fine work, Alice!" the woman said as she exited. "Thank you!"
The woman turned away from the microphone and began speaking with the other important figures in the room.
"I'm sorry sir, we don't know what went wrong." she said. "Back in the lab, we were sure we had worked out the swelling problem."
The important man cleaned off his glasses and took a deep breath. After a long pause, he looked out towards the room where Alice once was.
"Was that our first human trial?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Well...we better find a way to get the air out of her." he said. "And fast."
"Right sir."
He sighed heavily as he examined footage of the experiment. Months of work and it all went wrong, again.
"We should take it back to formula." he said. "And when it's done, bring Alice back. I like her enthusiasm."
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Text: "Yes! Finally done!" Sarah let out a long laugh. It was the last day of the semester, and she was going to celebrate. College had been tough, but now that the first part was over, she was going to get so wasted that she'd forget her own name. She let out another laugh. Sarah was tall, almost 5'11", and she had straight black hair and very green eyes. She was thin, not bony thin, but healthy. She had a few curves, but nothing to turn heads. Sometimes she was depressed that she didn't have more in the chest department, but today, she wasn't thinking about it at all. Quickly dressing in a almost skin-tight black pants, and a maroon tank-top, she quickly left her dorm to hit the town.
As far as she knew, everyone who was anyone was going to this new club. Sarah didn't know the name, and in fact, no one she asked did. They knew what it was, and where, just not the name. It took about 5 minutes to walk to the club, and when she was 2 blocks away, she could feel the bass line of the music. The club looked almost dirty when she go to it. There was a moment of confusion, and then, with a smile, she pushed open the doors and walked into the thrall of people.
"Hey Sarah! Over here!" she turned to the voice and saw her good friend Casey waving to her. Sarah quickly walked over to her. "Say, Nice pants. Or did you just paint your legs?" Casey laughed. "Here ya go, sit down. We're just starting. It's your round."
Sarah smiled and quickly took a drink. "Ok," Sarah said. "That's one!"
Many hours later, the party was beginning to reach it's peak. "What number are we on?" Sarah asked sluggishly. "I dunno, I lost it in the teens." Casey said, giggling. "Oh, Look!" Sarah turned to where Casey was pointing and saw a large number of people taking hits off of a helium tank, and laughing in their high pitched voices. "Heheh! Come on Sarah! Let's take a hit!" She laughed and began to drag Sarah to the tanks. "Here, I'll make it interesting. I'll bet that I can tae a larger hit then you. I got five dollars, What do you say?" Sarah laughed in her drunken state. "OK, deal!" Casey smiled and took the hose. Carefully, Casey took a deep breath of the air, and then preceded to sing Jingle Bells in her high-pitched voice. "Heehaw!" Casey said. "Beat that!" Sarah smiled and staggered up to the tank. By this point, they were starting to gather a crowd. Sarah could hear them whisper, making side bets. Sarah grinned and stuck the hose in her mouth. She then gave the nozzle a quick turn and inhaled deeply. She could feel the gas rushing into her, filling her lungs. Sarah then tuned off the helium and began to recite poetry. But in the back of Sarah's mind, she felt something was wrong. Her pants, tight before, were now almost cutting into her hips. She quickly forgot about it, and finished her speech of "Casey at Bat" She was feeling a little lightheaded, and stepped down off the stage.
Sarah turned back and saw Casey preparing to take another hit of the gas. Sarah smiled and crossed her arms. She paused then, because it had taken more effort to cross her arms then, almost like something was blocking her arms. Sarah looked down at her chest and gasped in surprise. Her breasts had grown! They were almost a cup size bigger!. Sarah looked down at the rest of her body, and she was pretty sure that her butt was bigger, and it looked like her belly was bulging out a bit as well. "Hey! Sarah! Your turn! Or have you had enough already?" Casey laughed with her high pitched voice. Sarah let out a high giggle, and ran towards the stage. She grabbed the hose and turned to Casey. "I'm doing fine. But after this, you won't be!" She stuck the hose in her mouth and turned the nozzle on as high as it could go. Sarah's eyes bulged out a little as the handle broke off in her hand. But she soon had more pressing matters, as she was beginning to grow bigger! She looked down and could see her breasts beginning to expand outwards. Sarah could also see her belly growing larger as well. And her pants were very quickly on the way to ripping off of her inflating butt. Surprisingly, Sarah didn't feel bad about this. In fact, she felt very good. Also, no one else in the bar seemed to mind as well. They were all laughing and watching her blow up. Sarah's breasts were now stretching the tank top to the limits, and her pants were becoming far, far too tight. Sarah began to try to take them off, but stopped when the seams along the side ripped and fell of her body. Her shirt was beginning to rip as well, and soon, it tore open, and her breasts, now the size of small beachballs, floated in front of her. Sarah squeezed them gently. They felt like large balloons, and were acting like them too. She could feel her breasts pulling her up very slightly. Sarah could also feel her belly growing larger and larger, and it soon looked like she has swallowed a few basketballs. Sarah rubber her huge balloon belly and moaned in pleasure. It felt so good! But Sarah was having more and more trouble bending her arms. She looked at them, and was shocked to notice that they were swelling up as well! Her arms and legs were sticking out from her body, and they were swelling up. Sarah's body was swelling up as well, slowly becoming spherical. She felt her body getting larger and larger as the gas rushed in. Soon, Sarah was almost 7 feet around, and the only things that made her look human were her hands, feet and head. But suddenly, Sarah was jolted out of her pleasure by a slight feeling of pressure in her body. Sarah looked down at her huge body, and saw that she had stopped growing, but the gas was still flowing in. Sarah's eyes got wide and she felt the pressure rise in her massive body. The pressure got higher and higher, as Sarah was pushed closer and closer to climax. Soon, Sarah's body was quivering with the pressure, and with the impending climax of Sarah. Then, suddenly, two things happened. First, the tank ran out of helium, and the gas flow stopped. Second, with a cry of pleasure, Sarah climaxed with explosive force. All of the gas rushed out of her, pushing her backwards off the stage. Sarah lay on the ground, naked and panting, watching her body slowly shrink back to normal size.
"Come on, Balloon girl!" Casey yelled at her. "We need to get you home!" Casey draped her coat over Sarah's body, and they ran out the back door.
The next day, Sarah read a article that the new nightclub had been recently shut down, because the owners were releasing hallucinatory drugs into the air, to get people to come back to the club to increase business. The managers had denied doing this, but there had been reports of mass hallucinations, involving a inflating unidentified woman. "Did ya see that? You're a hallucination! I wonder if that makes me a skistofrentic..." Casey sat down next to Sarah. Sarah laughed. "It's weird Casey. It felt so good blowing up, but I don't know what do about it!" "Well, gym at school's locked up, and I have a key copy. Also, If I remember correctly, there's still a bunch of helium tanks left over from the last dance."
Sarah smiled. "Well, why didn't you say do before?" With what, Sarah jumped up, and started to run over to the gym. "Oh, by the way, you still owe me that 5 dollars."
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Princess Luna looked longingly at Sephiroth. Her equine chest tightened, her heart heaving high in her throat. The mystical mare felt like a foal, her rumen full of flittering flutterbies. The materia mutant returned her gaze, lovingly locking his luminescent lookers with her cerulean saucers. The gorgeous goth's frigid fingertips grazed the nape of the winged unicorn's neck."Oh, Sephy..." the princess pony puffed, pursing her lips, longing to lock them with her lover's.The morose man approached Luna's side. Faltering, he felt the fur on the side of her trim body, asking for the angelic animal's approval. She nodded slightly, her muscles reflexively rippling as ran his slender, pale digits through her luxurious lavender mane. His own lengthy locks shimmered with the same radiance as the looming moon. The virile villian tenderly traced the twists of her horn with the tips of his fingers before stroking it suggestively. Sephiroth lidded his glowing green eyes as he leaned in, pressing his miniscule mouth to her fuzzy face. The trench-coated heart-throb tenderly touched his horsey honey's hindquarters, and mouthed the mare's moist muzzle with his lascivious lips. The quadruped quivered, her hocks nearly buckling, as he rubbed her ravishing royal rump."How could such a cold man make me so hot?" Luna contemplated as Sephiroth continued to caress her cutie mark. The magestic mammal trembled, her wondrous wings twitching as the morbid man kept up the torrid oral tonguing. The divine ungulate savored the ex-SOLDIER's materia-infused saliva as he snaked his slick taster throughout her yielding, moaning maw. Strands of spittle sparkled in the serene moonlight as Sephiroth seperated to speak."I love you, Princess Luna..." bawled the brooding, bishie beastialist, his over-sized orbs welling up with tears. "...even more than mother."
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My Little Fantasy: Sephiroth is Magic! by Welp
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"No!" A gray pelted male screamed. His eyes streaming with tears. He knew it; His heart had fractured as his paw was full of a brilliant violet blue sparkling ashes.
He fell to the ground in an emotional collapsation as his eyes gleamed red from his spilling tears. "I can't lose you! Not now, Please!"
The night sky voided everything in its path. A soft breeze scraping it's way through the forest. It was a thick wooded forest. Full of elegant cherry blossom tree's. The loud wails from the male was all that could be heard on that dreadful night.
The light smell of cherry blossom's brushed against the fallen male's nose. He sniffled whipping his flowing tears away. His eyes widen in pure shock as he caught the shape of a familiar figure.
'Please...I don't have much time.' A sweet voice pierced the male's ears. The figure seemed to beam a smile at him. Cherry blossom's floated up as each step it took towards the collapsed male.
The familiar scent swayed past his nose. He hated that scent now. It made him tear up again. 'Please don't cry. Your destined for so much greater.'
The eyes of the male glistened a silver in the sore moonlight. He stayed quite still penetrated in shock, His mind couldn't process what he was seeing, Disbelief grasped him.
'My memories are fading as we speak; I can't even remember your name anymore. But your destiny is unraveling itself. I see that clearly now' There was A long pause before the figure spoke up again. '...I shall bless you... Or curse you, Depends on how you take it.'
He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He felt like he was slowly slipping from reality. Fear gripped him like a strangle hold. His limbs grew numb. "This can't be happening!" He screamed in his head. His muzzle seemed glued shut as he tried to scream in terror.
The figure kept it's gaze on him. The males head drooping to the ground, He felt lost, His body was no longer controlled by himself. He was paralyzed. The entity paced it's way over to him, It's paw grazed against the fallen male's muzzle. 'This is how your journey begins...I love you no more...Soot is what I'm calling you.'
A blinding light shimmered into his eyes, A burning sensation flaring in his heart, Then just as it started his back singed like fire, then it stopped. His eyes shut and he fell with a 'thud' to the ground.
His worn down body lied limp on the ground. The only sign of life he showed was the soft inhaling, exhaling motions of his chest.
'Soot forgive me and live your life...Or better yet y-' The cherry blossom's flooded around the figure causing a mini cyclone like substance. 'Out of time.' The figure blew away with a gust of heavy wind.
The stars danced above his head in the sky. Everything seemed to fall silent as he laid limp, seemingly lifeless. His name was the only thing that repeated in his mind. 'Soot...'
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Shattered: Prologue by Sootthewolf
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Office Mutation “Ladies! Ladies! Would you please calm down! I’m sure human resources will be able to address all your concerns!”
“Are you serious Greg? I mean really? Yesterday we were all normal, and now look at us!”
“Um, I’d really rather not comment on that.”
“Damn it! You will. We need to address this and now!”
“I really don’t know what happened!”
“Oh sure, play dumb, you’ve got half of us dropping eggs like chickens, and the other half of us sporting bulging udders. And here, you, the only guy and manager, look just the same. How is it that you aren’t different, Greg?”
“I… I… I really can’t comment.”
“I do, it’s because they put the mutagen in our stuff, not yours. Otherwise, you’d be different too, wouldn’t you, Greg.”
“Um, why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because you’re sweating, Greg.”
“I’m just nervous!”
“About what? Hmm? That bulge in your pants is suspicious. Girls, grab him.”
“Hey, don’t, let me go! Unhand me!” “Let’s just see what you’re hiding from us, Greg.”
“Hey, don’t touch that! What are you doing?!”
“Ah-ha, so maybe you weren’t spared. But I can see why you weren’t complaining, eh, Greg? Girls, get a look at what our manager is packing in his pants now. Quite impressive, isn’t it?”
“Ooh!”
“I want it!”
“Hey, that’s sexual harassment! Unngh!”
“Greg, you’ve got a twenty-inch horse cock, and you’re telling me that with a room full of horny women who suddenly have cow-sized sopping cunts ready for action, you wouldn’t be willing to put it to some good use? For, hmm, morale purposes?”
“Um, uh. But some of you are married.”
“Our husbands are a bit undersized for our needs, Greg, and we do have needs. We might even be a little less upset with you if you take care of them. Don’t you think that’s worth it? It’s not like you have to do much, just a little service around the office. Our husbands don’t even have to know.”
“Yes!”
“Oh, do me first!”
“Please!”
“I want a turn!” “Well, Greg, what do you say. Do you fuck us? Or do we take this to human resources and file the lawsuit?”
“Is that all you want?”
“No, that’s just for starters. We want to be fairly compensated for this unwarranted mutation. But, a couple milking machines, some cushions for those ladies who are laying eggs, and some udder balm would go a long way in appeasing us. Now, what do you say?”
“I think I can get you those things!”
“And the cock? We want that, too, Greg.”
“Yes, I think that is… unnghh… reasonable. This would be a lot easier if you’d stop stroking my cock.”
“I don’t think I want to do that. Now that’s settled, I hope your stamina holds, because there are a lot of women to service and we all expect a turn. Ladies, draw straws, and see who gets our new stud first!”
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"Leo?" Tigress said. "You broke my enemy lines!" she yowled. "T-Tigress!" He said with mixed emotions and hugged her tightly. "I thought they killed you!" He says. holding her tighter. "Leo...Leo...breathing is needed." He let her go. "Sorry." He said rubbing his head.
"Sir! We need to retreat!" Leo second in command shouted up to him. Leo looked to Tigress. "Until we met again?" he said jumping off of the balcony with her helmet still in his hands. Leo lands on his feet and looks up to her and runs off with his men. Tigress stands there and blushes as she holds Leo's helmet.
Tigress turned the helmet over in her hands. "General?" Claw asked. "Did you at least injure him?" He asked roughly. "No." She said. "He pushed me off before I could do any damage after I took his helmet off." She answered. Claw gave her a questioning look. "You wanna say something else commander?" Tigress hissed.
"Father!" Tigress said pushing both doors open while walking through. He looked up to see his Daughter in full armor. "Yes, Tigress?" He asked. "I'm going on a Spy mission." She said looking him dead in the eye. "We-Well where?" He asked to shocked to notice Claw coming up behind her.
"In King BiFord's territory. I'm leaving to night." She said, turned and ran straight into Claw. "Lion's territory? That's a risky move for you isn't it? And a dangerous on you Sire. Letting your only daughter go onto Lion's territory without any one to watch her." Claw smirked at Tigress. Without turning to her father she said: "Father. I can take care of myself." And walked back out.
"Claw...I need you to go with her. For my sake." Claw nodded his head and left. He walked to his room and started to put his armor on, but Tigress was already on her way to see Leo.
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Leo and Tigress Chapter 2 Tigress by Gez
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Text: Carrie and Tia were cleaning up after a big party they had in their apartment.
"That was sure fun!" Carrie said picking up some popped balloons.
"Yeah. Our parents sure wouldn't let us have that kinda fun in each of our houses. Tia replied.
Carrie opened up the closet to put some stuff away. In the floor was a huge box. She brought it out.
"Hey, what's in here?" Carrie asked Tia.
"Balloons. A lot of them. For a lot of parties."
She opened the big box and saw hundreds of bags of balloons.
The both had balloon fetishes of blowing them up and popping them.
She took a bag and opened it.
"Let's have some fun!" Carrie tossed Tia some balloons.
Carrie took out a red balloon and stared blowing it up. Her chest heaved in and out under her tanktop.
They both blew a bunch of theirs up and popped them.
"Hey Carrie! Try this!" Tia placed a whole balloon in her mouth and blew it up like she was blowing a bubble gum bubble. It grew till it towered over her head, then exploded in shards of rubber.
"Neat!" Carrie said.
She placed the balloon in her mouth and she tried blowing, but it was stuck. She swallowed it.
"You okay?" Tia asked.
"Hey that tasted pretty good!"
"Whatever. I'm going to finish cleaning up." Tia went into the other room.
Meanwhile Carrie opened more bags of balloons and started swallowing them. And an hour later, the box was empty. She had swallowed over 200 balloons! Her belly stuck out from under her tanktop. Tia came in and gaped at her.
"What the??!"
"Yummy!" Carrie said.
"Great. Now you'll buy the balloons for the next party. And how in hell could you eat all of them?!?!"
"Gee...I...uh..."
Suddenly there was a noise like a balloon deflated.
"Where did that come from?" Carrie asked.
"Look!" Tia pointed at Carrie's chest.
Carrie's breasts were gone.
"No..." Carrie panicked
She took off her top and bra. There hanging where her breasts were, were two tubes. The ends looked like balloon mouths.
"Where'd those come from?" Tia asked.
"I don't know. Why don't you blow me up?"
"Okay."
Tia placed her mouth on Carrie's left nipple and started blowing. The deflated breast-balloon straightened out and started bulging in the middle. Then the bulge expanded until it formed a small tit.
"It's weird alright." Carrie said.
Tia took another breath and blew again. This time the bulge grew into a bubble and was now the size of Carrie's hand. She gave it a squeeze. It felt like rubber. She let go and it bounced back.
"Let me do it you're too slow."
She grabbed the end and took a big breath. She blew into it and the balloon-breast expanded to three times its size. Then she blew the other up to the same volume. Tia brought out a two way tube so she could do it faster. They attached them o her nipples and Carrie blew as hard as she could into the tube. Her bust expanded to volleyball size, then they started becoming rounder. The section toward her body became bigger (as in balloons). Her breasts now took on a pear shape.
Carrie wasn't satisfied and started blowing harder. Her breasts vibrated and became smooth. Then she felt something in her stomach, and her belly full of balloons started pushing out.
"Don't you think that's enough?" Tia asked.
"No! I want to be big!" Carrie said.
Tia grinned and went for another tube.
Carrie continued to blow her body up. Her breasts were still huge balloons and her belly stuck out as far as her breasts did. Now she felt her pants become tighter, and realized her butt was also expanding. She quickly unbuttoned her pants and slid her panties down.
Carrie stopped blowing as Tia came back in.
"I look great, don't I?"
"Yeah." Tia said. "Can you get larger?"
"I'll see."
Carrie blew more into the tube. Her stomach became fuller and smoother, her butt ballooned more, and then BANG! Her bellybutton popped straight out. Now it looked just like her deflated breasts.
Tia grinned again and popped the tube on Carrie?s bellybutton-balloon mouth.
"Whatreya doin? I'm large enough!" Carrie said.
"I bet you can get larger." Tia blew harder into the tube.
Her belly continued to grow. Her body started becoming rounder. Carrie's arms and legs became part of her body. And soon her head went as well.
Tia stepped back to look at her. Carrie was now a giant balloon with two balloon-breasts and a huge balloon-butt.
She heard Carrie?s voice. "I think I'm full." She said. "This is FUN though! You're not going to pop me, are you?"
"No..."
Tia rolled her into the living room and went back into the closet. She brought out another box. She took off her shirt and bra and took some balloon bags out of it.
"I think I'll join you."
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Text: The girls were full. Their bellies were heavy and had become wedged between their chairs and the table.
Dani looked at Krista and rubbed her bulging tummy while mouthing, "I'm so full. Is she gonna stop?"
Krista looked at their mother, Shelly, who was preparing more food. "I don't think so." she mouthed back at Dani, who appeared to be in some pain.
Meanwhile, Shelly spun around with two platefuls of food. A cheeseburger, french fries, spaghetti, a hot dog, two cookies, some chips, and toast were all piled on each plate. Shelly set the plates down in front of the girls and motioned for her daughters to dig in. Krista faked a smile, then picked up the cheeseburger. Dani began nibbling on some chips.
"Oh, come now," Shelly scolded Dani, "go ahead and start with the bigger stuff." Dani groaned and raised the hot dog to her mouth. As she took a bite and swallowed, she felt her already stuffed belly bulge. Krista watched while sipping her water. She too was starting to think that they'd never finish all of the food. However, Shelly motioned for her to continue, and Krista obeyed.
After about five minutes of straight eating, the girls had barely made a dent. Shelly had returned to the oven to cook the next course, so her back was turned. Neither of the girls could eat another bite, so they took the time to massage their massive girths. While rubbing her own gigantic belly, Krista noticed many stretch marks on Dani's stomach. She surely couldn't take much more. Krista too had developed some signs of heavy binging. Her tummy was kind of pink and very tender.
Due to their analyzing of each other, neither of the girls had noticed that Shelly had turned to check on them.
"How dare you stop!" she scolded. She grabbed a funnel and a full bottle of soda and walked over to Dani. "I'll teach you to disobey me!" she yelled as she shoved the funnel into Dani's mouth. Shelly opened the soda and began to pour it into the funnel. Dani had no choice, she either started drinking, or she would drown.
Dani held her belly as the liquid poured into it. She tried to sit cross-legged and cradle her expanding gut with her feet, but she became too large. Tears rolled down Dani's filled cheeks as creaking and groaning noises emanated from her dangerously huge stomach. Shelly laughed as she poured the last of the soda into the funnel.
Dani's belly appeared tight and shiny, and Krista worried for her. The last inch of soda began to fall from the bottle and Shelly stepped back. Tight, squeaking noises arose from Dani's over-pumped belly as she started to slurp it down.
Krista thought that Dani was going to be able to take it, but just as she swallowed the last of the soda... BANG! Dani's belly exploded sending soda and food flying everywhere!
Krista was shocked. She had just witnessed her mother over-feed her sister until she actually exploded!
Shelly grabbed another bottle and approached Krista. "No, no, look, I'm eating!" Krista pleaded. She shoved a handful of fries and half a cookie into her mouth, but couldn't swallow. She was too terrified. "Eat!" Shelly yelled, holding up the funnel. Krista gulped down the food and continued gorging herself.
By now, Krista's belly was nearly as big as Dani's had been before she'd burst.
"I can't take anymore, I'm going to explode!"
She felt her massive tummy groan in protest and she could feel that it had begun to pulsate slightly. She rubbed it with her hand, feeling that her skin was tight as a drum, and shiny from sweat.
"Finish it!" Shelly's voiced boomed, and she laid down a plate of pasta. Krista knew she couldn't eat any more. She had to be careful breathing too heavily, how was she ever going to finish all of that pasta? However, she also knew that if she didn't eat, Sherry would probably just stick her with a pin, and that would be that!
She had to try. She picked up the fork, stuck it into the bowl, and raised the pasta to her mouth. Her stomach rumbled, warning her not to consume the food, but she put it in her mouth, swallowed, and
KABOOM!
Just like Dani, Krista had gotten to big for her britches and popped like an over-blown balloon! The kitchen was covered in food, soda, girl, and Shelly was just as messy.
"Well, I guess I should clean this up... I wonder if that neighbor girl is hungry?
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Lost in Los Angeles- Chapter 3
"Where the fuck are they?" A metallic clack sound accompanied these words as the charging handle racked back.
A nine millimeter Parabellum pistol round slipped into the chamber of the Calico M-960A submachine gun clutched in her hands. Her hands gripped the synthetic pistol grips tightly, holding it up and ready to fire.
Her right thumb flicked the fire selector, switching it into semi-automatic mode to conserve ammunition.
A moan sounded behind her, and she whipped around, bringing the little gun up to bear and pulling the trigger.
The gun barked, brass casing bouncing off the wall. The round punched through the zombie's face, splattering blood and brains across the wall. The zombie dropped to the floor. Another one stepped up over its fallen brethren and reached for her.
Another bark sounded as the gun went off again, dropping the second zombie.
"Damn, there's too many!"
She dropped another pair of zombies with twin headshots and took off running. Her bandolier clanked with extra magazines and the snap for the pistol holstered at her waist clicked against the slide with each step.
She ran on and on, not stopping for breath. Her chest heaved with each pant, and her legs soon started to ache from the endless exertion.
Something caught her foot and she went sprawling on the ground. She looked around and saw that a legless zombie had gotten a hold on her foot. Her hand went to her pistol and drew it in a smooth motion, flicking off the safety and putting a round right between the zombie's undead eyes.
She scrambled free and kept running, trying to put as much distance between her and the undead as possible. She gripped her Walther tightly in her gloved hands, ready to use it at a moment's notice.
The growl of a heavy-duty diesel engine caught her attention, and she turned to look right at a military Hummer that was rolling up the street with an Army soldier at the big machine gun on the top.
She stopped, debating on whether or not to attract their attention. They could either be very helpful or damned dangerous. Crouching behind a car, she withdrew a pair of high-powered binoculars from her pack and brought them up to her eyes, twiddling the focus dial with her thumb so that everything was crystal clear.
There were two in the front, another in the back seat, and a fourth manning the Browning M2 fifty caliber machine gun mounted on the roof. The passengers, aside from the gunner, were cradling M4A1 assault rifles. All were dressed in fulln tactical gear, with helmets and Kevlar vests.
As she spied on the quartet of soldiers, they stopped their Hummer next to an abandoned car. The guy up top rotated the machine gun to bear on the vehicle and the one in the back got out, bringing up his rifle.
The radio at her belt crackled.
"What've you got?" came a scratchy voice.
"Nothing. Just shadows."
"Then let's roll. We have to rendezvous with a group at LAX."
"Alright, alright, hold on."
The soldier climbed back up into the Hummer and it slowly rolled down the street, accompanied by the rumble from its engine.
Penny made a snap decision and yanked the military walkie-talkie off her belt and keyed the button.
"Hailing United States Army foot soldiers on Wilshire Boulevard, I am at your six o'clock, one hundred meters, requesting some assistance."
"Acknowledged. Step on out where we can see you."
She stepped out from behind the wrecked car after holstering her pistol, hands up in the air. The Army guys stopped their Hummer again and three of them got out, one staying on the machine gun and bringing it around just in case she was hostile.
"What's your name, girl?" called one of them, a burly black man with an M4 grenadier clutched in his hands.
"Penny Forrester, sir."
"How did you get one of our radios?"
"I..." She had to tread carefully. "I found it laying on the floor a few days ago, with some of these." She fingered the flashbang grenades clipped to her belt. "Nothing else, other than ammunition."
"Interesting..." The lead soldier turned to confer with his comrades for a moment before turning back. "What else are you carrying?"
"I've got an M960A on my back, a P99 on my hip, and an Emerson CQB-7."
"Where'd you get all that?"
"The machine gun I bought from some guy that was selling a whole bunch of stuff. The P99 was my mom's, and I got it when she died. I bought the Emerson off the internet before all this shit started."
"Where you from?"
"Originally here, but I live in some little town in Nebraska now. I came in for a convention."
"You look mighty familiar," said one of the other soldiers with a Southern accent. "I swear I seen you before."
"I was on TV. Ever seen a show called Bolt?" she asked with a grin.
"Yeah! My kids watch that all the time."
"That was me and my dog. We got separated a few days ago and I need some help searching for him."
"Lil' lady, we're Army. We can't go around helping find your dog. What about your parents?"
"Like I said, my mom's dead, and I never knew my father."
"I'm real sorry to hear that," said the Southern soldier.
"Anything we can do to help?" asked the last soldier, a slightly built female. She looked kind, but then, she was carrying a military rifle.
"I'm starting to run low on ammo. You guys wouldn't happen to have any nine mil' Parabellums, would ya?"
"Actually, as a matter of fact, I think we have a big case of those in the back," said Southern man.
Penny smiled. Things were starting to look up.
Two of the soldiers went to the back of their vehicle and got out a big box and brought it over.
"Here ya go. Take as much as you need."
"Thanks, guys, that's a big help." Penny pulled out more than a dozen empty clips for both guns and cracked open the box of ammo, reloading them with swift practiced movements. She then pulled the clips out of both guns and topped them off, slotting them back into their receivers.
"You all set, hon? How are you on food?"
"I'm okay, I think. I've got some energy bars and water in my pack."
"You sure you don't need anything else?"
"I think so. I didn't get your names."
"I'm Shawn ," said the black man.
"I'm Ricky," added the guy with the Southern accent.
"And I'm Trudy. That guy up on the gun is Michael."
"Nice to meet you all. Hope you guys stay safe."
"You too, little lady. If you need us, just give us a shout." Ricky stepped forward and tapped the radio at her belt. "We'll come and lend you a hand if we can. Hope you find your buddy."
"Thanks guys," Penny said, checking herself before turning to leave.
"Hold on a second," said Ricky after a second. "I've got something for ya."
"Hmm?" Penny said, turning back.
Ricky stretched his hand out and opened it. Sitting in his palm was a set of car keys, Toyota, based on the logo on the fob. "You might need these to get around."
"A car?"
"Yeah. It's a Toyota Tacoma. The blue one parked outside of Denny's just a few blocks away. We figured it might stop someone from stealing it, but I like you, kid. It's yours."
Penny looked down at the keys in her hand, then back up at the kind soldier.
"Thank you. I hope it'll help."
"Don't mention it."
Penny stepped up to him and embraced the built soldier in a hug. "I owe ya one."
"You don't owe me anything, darlin'. Just put it to good use, okay? I can tell that you're an upstanding kid, and I think you deserve some good luck like this."
"Like you said to call you if I need help, you do the same. I'll be on channel seven."
Ricky smiled and nodded. "I'll do that."
Penny smiled back at him and took off running to retrieve her new truck.
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Lost in Los Angeles- Chapter 3 by WPMSpup
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The time of age, a secret age where the hearts of many roamed freely yet were restricted to their own limitations.
Linhamn, the main center of attention within the time period, held the largest land that was ruled by any government. Yet the people there, even with everything that would make the people of any other country break down and cry with happiness, seemed so lost within themselves that it was quite easy for them to turn against each other and viciously attack someone, or even something, should they even think something out of place. The people there were brash, yes, but they did think about things in depth from time to time, if it pertained to serious matters and even more so if it pertained to the ones they grew fond to. Because of this, they were named, "The Warrior Nation".
Afar ways off from Linhamn, lay two other countries, each holding their own power and dominion over their land. Aheg, a country known for the simple beauties in life such as snow peaked mountains and long fields of flowers, was run by a gentle queen who has recently lost her husband because of age. This country was a peaceful one and people rarely ever thought about leaving unless it was on the terms of marriage in another country. This allowed people to not be related but yet to know each other's family quite well. Tourists from both opposing lands would come and enjoy the serenity of it all, since the other countries barely thought to take over this one, the main factor being the destruction of such beautiful landscapes.
The final land, Nimieh, was a land which bore the thinkers of the current day and age. This meant that this was a more scientific country but that also meant that they were more on the lines of playing small gods. They used alchemy, spells and the like which were banished from the other two countries. This alone started up wars between Nimieh and Linhamn since no one thought the other should exist.
From each land though, a child was born and sent to train and live together with the other two lands in hope of one day bringing peace to the world. For the past three hundred years, this dream had never come true and always ended in disaster. This year, a young male from Linhamn named, Jemino would become the child that would seek company with Lina who was from Aheg and Sehiro from Nimieh.
And thus our story begins.
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WIP: Intro - No name by Sky
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We left off at valtry attacking karo
In the grasslands
(Valtry hits karo knocking him sensless)No mom stop leave him alone(Jewel jumps on valtry knocking her off)Stop...(kovu roars and walks toward jewel)Who are you and what are you doing in my pridelands. I'm jewel and i am mate to your son. Who did this to kiara. I did kovu.why did you do that to her. (Nala walks in front of the lioness) It was kiara's idea to fight. Fight who. This lioness.(Kovu looks at jewel with disapointment)Lioness why would you do this to kiara. Me and har have a complicated past.(Jewel has tears in her eye's)Jewel its not yo
ur fault.(Nala nuges jewel)Your mom and kiara had a complicated past. Excuse me nala but i'm talking to this young lioness. Yes king but here me out jewel is the victim. Really because from were I'm standing kiara looks like the the victim. She was just defending herself. K...o..v..u(kiara calls for kovu)I engaged the fight jewel just did what she had to. Ok kiara(kovu flips kiara on his own back. K..ov...u...,sssshhhh save your breath kiara.
In the pride rock cave
Lionesses help kiara with her injurys. Yes king she has a spinal segments is cracked and her sholder is out of place. All we can is put the shoulder into place. Do it any thing to make her feel better. Sure thing my king. Ok hold her body still and i'll pull ot back got me. yes(lioness's hold kiaras body and the singular lioness grabs kiaras leg and tells kiara)Ok this is going to hurt alot before it feels better ok. Just pull it already. Yes queen 1 2 3(lionesses yanks the leg and a crack sounds in the cave kiara moans in pain)You feel better now. Yes thank you.(Nala rushes in the cave. Kovu kiara hurry zira mauled jewel.What oh jewel no.
End of part 6 please comment and enjoy part 7
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Lion King : Pride United part 6 by lionkingmaster
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Brrrrrrriiiing-thwack! Brrrr-thwack thwack! Brrrr-thwump! Chazore sat up and rolled off of his mat. Rubbing his eyes, he strolled down along the tunnel system that made up his home. Well, he called it home anyway. It was the same cave he had lived in his whole life. Coming round to a large cavern, he stripped bare and tumbled into the natural lake that served as his bath. "Whoa-f-b-geeze that is COLD!" He had forgotten to heat the water. "Well, least I'm awake now." He said jokingly, shivering slightly at the cold. He looked down into the now still water, examining the face that looked up at him. He had colbalt blue scales, which varied in size along his body. The biggest, thickest ones were layered over his back and chest, while the ones covering his joints and the arms of his wings were much lighter. A line of spikes started above his forehead and travelled down his back, all the way to the tip of his tail. His eyes were a green-blue with some grey thrown in, and his sclera were black. It was a common enough condition amongst the anthropomorphic dragons to have discolored sclera, though some folk still found it unnerving. Seeing some food from dinner last night lodged in his teeth, Chazore used his dexterous toung to try and reach it. When that attempt failed him, he took a deep breath and sent a gout of explosive flame towards the ceiling, incinerating anything from his throat to the blackend stalactite hanging from the top of the cavern. "Oh well." He yawned, glad that his saliva protected his mouth from the flames, but dissapointed that he couldn't reach the food. Chuckling to himself, he remembered his chemistry lesson from the other day, which was about chemical fires, and how some fire retardants only worked effectively when used in conjunction with a compatible material. Like the inside of his mouth, for example. Giving his teeth one last look over, Chazore slipped out of the lake and went back through the tunnles until he found his den. This was where he kept all his reading material and did his school work. Grabbing his schoolbag, he jogged back to his bed chamber, rewound his clock and dashed to the lip of his cave. With a reckless leap, he revelled in the weightless sensation of falling down the side of the chasm that served as his front door. At the last second, Chazore spread his wing and, in two powerful strokes, began his daily flight to school.
Upon nearing the city, Chazore strained his wings slightly to get above the layer of smog. Only dipping down occasionally to check where he was. "Whoop!" He exclaimed, narrowly avoiding the skyscraper that had just recently been finished. Chaukaluk High was part of a more modern city, though only recently had the subway and a few other, minor modifications been installed. Like that damn skyscraper. If you can imagine the sprawl of a large forest, but far less dense. Chaukaluk city was a fairly good place, crime wasn't too bad, though recently there had been a large outbreak of gang activity. The usual, gangfights, bad grafitti, the occasional petty crime to 'get back' at a rival gang. Generally the gangs left unrelated people alone, and so the citizens learned to stay out of the way of a gang on the move. Flapping his wings a little to stabalize himself, Chazore landed outside the front door of the school. "Hey Chaz!" someone hollered from behind him. Turning, Chazore grinned as he saw a sand brown lizard walking up towards him. "Hey Justin! Still rockin those skinny jeans I see." Lately, Chazore's friend Justin had taken to wearing skinny jeans and had gotten his lip pierced. "Hell yeah man, I can't believe you still insist on the baggy jeans look." "Hey, I keep my pants up. Besides, my legs don't exactly fit in skinny jeans anyway." Chazore's legs were digitigrade, which was becoming increasingly uncommon. Chazore's friend Justin, was one of those who had 'two bone' legs as they were reffered to by the general public and so fit better into the tight jeans. "Hah, that's no excuse!" Justin chuckled, slugging Chazore on the arm. It was then that the bell rang out the five minute warning. "Ah! Gotta go, don't want to be late!" Chazore said as he turned toward the staircase. "Ya got five minutes! Stick around, you won't be late!" "Heck no man, I can't stand wasting time when I have somewhere to be!" and just like that he was gone, taking the stairs five at a time, using his wings for a little boost. As it turned out, Chazore really did have plenty of time. Most of the class was outside the room, waiting for the teacher to get there. Slowing as he neared the classroom, Chazor spotted the back of a mongoose's fuzzy head with some headphones in. Recognizing the markings, Chazore grinned and slinked up behind her, pouncing on her at the last second and hollering, "Kerry!" Chazore's girlfriend turned, only to be hug/tackled to the ground.
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An Eventful Day by puddles18
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The sun shone brightly on the warm autumn day. Leaves fell from trees, landing on the ground soundlessly. For miles, trees of red-gold and brown could be seen. A natural beauty. A young fox, somewhere in his mid-teens, lay in a pile of leaves; looking back on his summer.
He lazily stroked his stomach, taking in the warm sunshine. "It's funny how time flies", he said to himself."it feels like summer never happened". "I feel the same way", said a voice from the woods. the young fox jumped up in suprise. "Who said that"? he called out.
A beautiful white wolf, somewhere in her early twenties, walked out of the woods towards him. The young fox panicked. "what do you want"? asked the fox nervously. she walked closer to him. the fox moved back cautiously. "i only want to talk baby". baby? the fox thought. the fox was aware that wolfs were known to eat foxes; wolfs were naturally keen. "Oh no, i'm not falling for that", the fox said. the wolf smiled faintly.
"What do you mean"? she said innocently. "i won't bite, much". she gave a mischevious wink. this was his cue. the fox tore off, running towards the woods behind him. " go away"! the fox yelled behind him. "I know what your trying to do"! the wolf was at his side in an instant, keeping pace effortlessly. "c'mon, i only want to talk". the said sweetly.the fox darted left, dodging trees swiftly. the wolf was right on his tail."go away"! he screamed.
He barely saw the branch before he hit it. WHAM! The fox flipped over backwards, and landed on his back with a thud. The wolfs face appeared in front his, concern in her eyes. everything seemed louder. "hold on baby, hold on"! she said franticly. the fox looked skyward, and blacked out.
The fox awoke to the sound of gentle humming, and a throbbing pain in his head. He opened his eyes, but only saw white fur. He looked up, and found himself staring into the face of the wolf. He tried to get up, but he found he was too weak to move his legs. helpless, he gave in to the beautiful wolf's humming. he shut his eyes, and buried his face in her chest. she gently stroked his head, scratching his ears soothingly. "you should go take a shower", she said. "You got alot of dirt on you from that fall". he looked at her wearily. "thank you, for not eating me". the fox said. she helped him up and led him to the shower. "I was never going to eat you." she said softly. he walked in the shower and shut the door. taking off all his clothes, he turned the water on to hot, and stepped in. He stood under the steaming water, letting the water wash away his weary-ness. he scrubbed his fur thuroughly, making shure he was free of the dirt and leaves. he stepped out and dryed off. wrapping the towel around his waist, he stepped out into the main room.
the room was circular, with colums evenly spaced at the edges. the ceiling was open, revealing a starry night sky. candles cast a dim glow from the walls. the moon cast light on the bed in the center. the beautiful wolf sat on a pouf', looking at the stars. the fox noticed how beautiful the wolf was. her body, her hair, her blue eyes, the fox almost tripped over himself as he walked over. he sat down on a neighbooring pouf', and gazed with the wolf. "they certainly are beautiful, aren't they?" the fox asked shyly. "on a clear night like this, who couldn't see that they are"? the wolf asked dreamily. the fox got up and looked away from her, blushing. "I have to apologise, for being so rude to you earlier". he said. "I really should have let you talk, i guess i was scared". the wolf got up and came up behind him. "You don't need to apologize,babe". "I understand why you ran". she said reashuringly. she wrapped her arms around his waist. she slid his towel off slowly. the fox opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. she nuzzled his neck softly, causing him to shiver slightly. he felt her warm breath on his neck. he walked over to the bed, feeling the satin sheets. he laid down on the bed and rested his head on one of the pillows. the fox had an erection, causing him to cover it with his paws. the wolf grasped his paws and pulled them away. the looked at his erection longingly. she crawled on top of him. the started to gently lick his stomach, moving her tounge lower, all while holding his paws. she began to lick the tip of his cock softly, occasionaly sucking the tip. the fox began to whimper with pleasure. why is she doing this? he thought. then she put his cock in her mouth, sucking at various speeds to keep him stimulated. the young fox began to sweat. he had never felt like this before. she stopped, and rolled on to her back. the fox crawled on to of her this time. he looked at her lying there.
something happened to him. he suddenly felt the urge to put his cock in her pussy. but he knew it wouldn't be right to just do it. he gently placed his paws on her shoulders. he licked her chin softly. he took a breath, and put his cock inside her. he looked at him lovingly. "more, give me more"! she moaned. the fox slid his cock in and out of her slowly, but then gradually faster. the wolf arched her back with pleasure. the fox panted while he penetrated her furiously, but he showed no sign of stopping. his sweat rolled down his face, using his tounge to lap it up. he felt pressure building up inside him, he lowered his head and licked the wolfs breasts gently. he couldn't take it anymore. the fox raised his head and let out a howl of pleasure as an orgasm rackked his body. cum flowed from his cock onto the sheets. he fell on top of the wolf. he buried his face in her chest and sobbed. "what happened"? "what did i do"? he hugged her tightly. she wrapped her arms around him, consoling him with head strokes. " It's okay baby, thats whats supposed to happen". he stared at her tearily. "you did good hun", she said gently. he nuzzled her chin and fell asleep. " can we do that again"? the little fox asked. " "we have all the time in the world", the wolf said luchously.
end
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the stars will shine by crecentwolf360
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As the fluid courses through your veins, every bit of you warms up. It's like a warm bath at the perfect temperature. The figure steps away and watches his work. Very quickly, in the sam fashion that the warmth spreads, you skin begins to darken in most places. Along with this, you seem to get a bit itchy. It isn't a strong itch, but just enough to be a bit annoying. This is the result of the fur. Every pore of your body begins rapidly producing new hair roots. The majority of it black while different parts that are while.
Your ears also begin to feel funny. Almost as if they were becoming play-doh, they start to stretch and relocate to the top of your head. Your face also starts to go numb. Your mouth takes on that feeling of your teeth having just been cleaned by the dentist. They start to sharpen as your mouth and nose stretch out. Instead of just looking forward, you're now looking down the bridge of your new muzzle. It's fleshy at first, but then the fur takes over.
At this point, you look like a half dog, half man creature. That is until your feet begin to change. The soles of your feet seem to harden a bit while also taking on the itchy feeling from before. You can feel the bones stretch and your nails reshape. As they form into the canid footpaws, you hands follow a similar change. Your fingers stay intact, but also begin to look more canid.
The figure steps behind the table and pops out a panel that's by your ass and spine. This is done just in time. There's a pulling at the base of your tail bone. The bones stretch and multiply as the flesh stretches with it. Forming into the fox tail, you quickly gain control of it. Even with all of this going on, you can't help but wag it for the first time.
Now almost fully formed into a black and white fennec fox, the last to change are your fun bits. There's a bit of a tugging at the base of your human cock. The white fur is pulling forward, forming a sheath. Your cock also changes, turning red with the tip becoming pointed. The knot forms at the base of the sheath before pulling back into its furry cage.
The changes slowly come to an end. Your vision now seeing the fully formed top of your muzzle with black nose at the tip. The figure comes around and releases your bindings. He does so in a way that slowly lowers your new feet to the floor. He looks you over, admiring his work. Your new life as an anthro fennec has now begun.
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Fennec TF by RubberFins
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Text: I watch them as I slowly lift the balloon to my mouth. Their eyes are glued to me, their faces reflecting their expectations. The girls watch with rapt anticipation, eagerly anticipating my success. The boys are laughing smugly. They don't think I can do it – they don't think that a petite thing like me can possibly fill a balloon of this size in just one breath. Well, I'll show them. They'll see soon enough.
I begin to inhale, my chest rising, swelling out as the air rushes in. I can feel it flooding into me, filling me up with its power. I want more – much more. I open my mouth a bit wider, and my intake accelerates. My chest pushes out further, my bra crushing against my breasts as they begin to puff-up. My blouse creaks and tightens about me as my torso expands to fill it, buttons puckering and straining in their fight to hold me in. The boys don't look so confident now, their cocky smiles fading quickly. But I'm just getting started. I'm not at my limit yet – not even close. I can hold more. I won't just blow this balloon up; I'm going to blow it to pieces.
My stomach bulges as my torso rounds out under the building pressure. I close my eyes, scowling in concentration as I focus on filling myself with more... more... more air. A sharp pop, followed by several more, signals the surrender and frantic evacuation of my buttons. The clasp on my skirt follows moments later. Finally free, my ballooning body surges outward, and my size doubles. Cool air caresses my smooth, taut skin, sending thrills down my spine. I'm ridiculously swollen. But I'm not full yet – not quite. I can hold more. I can get bigger.
I open my mouth wider, sucking in air as fast as my body can take it. My distended frame pulses and grows, my skin tingling as it stretches tighter... tighter... I feel ludicrously engorged. I know I should stop. I have more than enough air for the job, but I can't resist showing off a bit more. I can feel their stares. It's intoxicating. I want more. I'll show them. I can do it. I can get bigger. I know I can.
My friends are speaking, but I can't hear them clearly over the wheezing intake of my own breath. I open one eye, but my view is blocked by the immensity of my own impossibly bloated body. I'm enormous – nearly spherical – my skin flushed, straining to contain the pressure welling up inside me. I feel fit to burst, but I'm not giving up – not yet. Just a little more, I think to myself. Just a little... bit... more...
My body creaks threateningly under the pressure. My skin - hot and drum-tight - thrums with tension. With swollen arms, I lift the balloon to my mouth, one final gasp of air slipping down my throat as I prepare to...
BOOM!
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*Dark Nativity*
John and Marsha were hoping for a baby, but instead they got a Velociraptor. At their prenatal sonogram, Dr. Janus examined repeated images, only to determine that there was no mistake.
"I'm afraid I have bad news," the physician advised the expectant couple. "Your child is grossly abnormal. I would strongly advise that you terminate the pregnancy!"
Marsha shook her head in disbelief. "What exactly are you saying, Doctor?- -Is the child deformed? Is there a genetic abnormality?"
"No," replied Dr. Janus. "Your child is perfectly healthy. It is also not human."
"Not human? What do you mean, Doctor?," asked John, struggling to understand.
"Have you ever heard it said that ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny?," asked Dr. Janus. "No, I suppose not...well, the development of the individual parallels the evolution of the species prenatally. At one point in its development, even a human embryo has what would become in another species gill slits. Well, for reasons unknown, your unborn child has failed to develop past a reptilian stage.You must abort it!"
Marsha shook her head firmly in the negative. "Every child is a gift from God, Doctor...and I intend to carry this pregnancy to full term!"
"But my good woman!," interjected Dr. Janus, "This 'child' is of a different species entirely! It is not even remotely human!"
"Doctor, you heard what my wife said," advised John. "We're having this baby!"
"You are within your rights," said Dr. Janus, "but Marsha may not survive her pregnancy, and the product of the pregnancy will be completely unpredictable!Don't say that you haven't been advised of this!"
The couple stood their ground, and some months later found themselves in the delivery room where following a long and torturous labor Marsha gave birth to something inhuman. The infant Velociraptor practically erupted from its human mother, drawing gasps from the attending physician Dr. Janus and nurses. Pausing only momentarily, the small but fully functional creature sprang to the face of Dr. Janus, swiftly removing his nose with its hooked talons and needle-like teeth. The bloodied Velociraptor then leaped to the floor, issuing a high-pitched cry and making good its exit when an additional nurse entered the delivery room.
Dr. Janus sputtered through the blood of his ruined face as he struggled to speak. "So this is your 'gift from God,' eh?," he gasped. "Pray to God that He takes it back!"
The physician collapsed to the floor as the Velociraptor worked its way through rooms and corridors of the great metropolitan hospital, administering toxic care to everyone that it met. Then it abruptly stopped to sniff at the air, moving with agitation and excitement in another direction.
Not far away, you see, another unusual birth had occurred. Mary had a little lamb, and the raptor sensed tasty prey...
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Dark Nativity... by firefox_b
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My Eurofurence fund has taken several leaps ahead lately; go here to find out what that's all about: (http://www.sofurry.com/page/252855/user((http://www.sofurry.com/page/252855/user), and please click here to donate: (https://inkbunny.net/donate.php?userid3176((https://inkbunny.net/donate.php?user_id3176). More on that later. With that boost, and it being the end of the month, I wanted to give you guys and girls a little show of faith. A lot of chapter 16 is done, and so with no further delay, here is an exclusive sneak preview of it:
Valerie picked up the phone and then stopped, the receiver partway to her ear. Her heart pounded; this wasn't like her. There wasn't time for this. There wasn't time to waste. Pride came before a fall, and she had to swallow hers. The vixen began dialling, glancing round her darkened office. Everyone had gone home hours ago, herself included. A pause, some clicks, and then the ringing tone. She could always go home again later. Another click and then a male voice answered.
"Julian. Who is this?"
She took a deep breath, squeezed the phone a little tighter, then spoke. "Mr Fleck, sorry to bother you at this late hour--"
"I said who is this?" He cut her off, impatience and tiredness bleeding through his words.
"Mr Fleck, this is Doctor Shoemaker, you saw me--"
He cut her off again, "You've got some nerve. Do you have any idea what we're going through? Do you have any idea what you did? Do you have any idea how we felt, taking those hateful paternity tests? How dare y--"
She raised her voice, hackles raising too. "Mr Fleck. Mr Fleck! We havn't got the time for this. She called me."
The words died in his throat with a strangled sound. "...What?"
One paw clenched into a fist, she pleaded with the empty air above her office desk. "Katie called me." Now, suddenly, the fennec was trembling.
A sharp intake of breath. "You've spoken to her? To them? They're okay? You know where they are?"
"Yes Mister Fleck, but--" A tinny growl crept from the phone's earpiece to the doctor's large ears, conveyed from mercifully far away.
He snarled down the line. "Well, tell me woman! Where are they? Tell me!" The leopard was shouting now.
Valerie cringed, pausing for a moment to gather herself. "I'm sorry Mister Fleck, she made me promise I wouldn't." There was a sudden sound down the line of plastic groaning and creaking well beyond its design limits, a crack, a loud electronic squeal, then silence. The line went dead. The fennec gently replaced the phone on its receiver, and with a tight smile, retrieved a small can of pepper spray from her desk. She sat down and waited.
To be continued!
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Preview - A Bump In The Night Chapter 16 - Preview by Vendetta
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Another day of school had started and Corban was ready to continue his master scheme of turning all the guys in school into butt lusting animals. He seemed pleased as he walked through the cafeteria, monitoring his pets and their own handy work. Ed now sat next to his brother Tony whom was sporting an asinine like bristled hairstyle. Apparently the lust must be rooted deep for the donkey boy to take his own brother. Moving along the rows of tables, he stopped to take notice of a conversation going on. "Look at that fat ass... he can't even fit in his uniform." It was Patrick, a six foot tall show off with spiky blonde hair and a slight Polish accent. He was talking about a kid named Booker who was literally a giant. The only reason he didn't fit into his clothes was because they didn't make the uniform in that size. "I think I see my first case of the day..." Reaching down with his gloved hand, Corban snatched up his pumpkin bread and munched it down.
Following Pat into the upper gymnasium, Corban admired the basketball player's human physique from the bleachers along with a few others as he practiced. Turning his head, Corban whispered very lightly, "Don't you have somewhere to be?" All three of the others stand, suddenly having a thought that they had something to do elsewhere. The same thing would happen to others if they approached the gymnasium. Oh, I forgot my book at home. Let's have practice outdoors today. The list went on. The sound of squeaking sneakers stopped and Corban eyed Patrick as he lined up for a shot. Just as he goes to shoot, there was a loud pop and a gust of air. Landing hard, the boards beneath the player cracked beneath him. "What the hell?" His lip quivered as he realized the nails on his right hand had jutted out and pierced the ball! Something felt wrong; he could feel something creeping along his stomach.
Lifting his shirt with his left hand to look at his four pack, he cried out in panic as they seemed to blow up three times their normal size, it just wasn't natural! His stomach was round and bloated, looking like a combination of a gut and his once charming washboard abbs. "No! No-rrrrugh! Rrrrugh!" The jock bellowed out as his semi-muscular arms burst outwards as pure muscle, all the way to his hands as black pads formed along his palms.
His jersey stretched and stretched as his newly massive spine cracked and expanded before finally tearing the material in half. More ursine grunts escaped his throat as he raised his left hand...or what was now a paw as deadly brown bear claws extended to about half a foot long. Light chocolate fur washed over those paws and down his arms. Turning his gaze towards Corban, he looked at the skater boy with a plea of mercy in his eyes. "Please, rrrugh rugh, it hurts!" Falling to his big stomach, Pat groaned as his hard ass cheeks grew to a more round proportion.
Roaring loudly, his cheek bones expanded along with his face, his huge tongue lapping at his drooling fangs as his nose flattened out into his new muzzle. He was obviously fighting the change much longer than the others as he looked himself over. Fear struck, he was even terrified as he tugged at his super stretched shorts. He had to push at his stomach, big but firm like a muscle, just to see his crotch. His balls were huge and fuzzy, but his dick was hidden away in a sheath and what showed itself looked really weird. "I'm huge!" His words were scrambled as he struggled to speak with his new mouth. Corban only rolled his eyes, "Get over it or get use to it. Just think about it, you could lift a car like that..." The skater boy then hopped off the bleachers and made his way for the door, stopping suddenly as he felt his ears slide to the top of his head and shrank to a more rounded shape. Feeling the bear ears through his hair, "Oh great, I look like a teddy bear!"
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High School Transformation: Ch 4 Patrick by the roo
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Why is it all so hard?
Am I that different?
Or just insane?
No.
It can't be that simple.
Why are people so quick to judge?
Are they so empty?
Or just angry?
No.
They are people too.
I create my own problems.
All your problems are in your head too.
You think it's hard?
It's not.
You can never see until it's too late.
I create my own worlds.
Many of you do this too.
Do your worlds make you happy?
I hope so.
Because sometimes mine just remind me of where I really am.
This state we are all in.
None of you like it.
I know you don't.
That's the whole point.
We can hate it together.
This fantasy we all share.
That's really all it is.
Most of you know this.
That is it's very nature.
We must despair together.
Is that not the fate of all things?
So why not just let it be?
Let's all play in the fields of our fantasy.
Perhaps we won't notice when judgment day arrives.
Has that not been the goal all along?
Why does it matter if outsiders deem us base?
We can all play together.
We can ignore this world, yet find love within it.
Is it our condition that makes us lonely?
It seems to be the opposite for them.
The populace revels in their limitations.
Why can't we... or I... do the same?
Is it my upbringing that makes me different?
I can't seem to find myself anywhere.
Others make it look so easy.
Why is it all so hard?
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Why is it all so hard? by RalysEtnedra
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