A Family inflation part 2 by fulla-hotair, literature
Literature
A Family inflation part 2
This is a piece of non erotic fiction, and it does involve body inflation. In particular the Belly. This is the first of a few in a series and there will be more to come. If you do not like or care for body inflation and the thought of someone inflating to an huge size is disturbing to you....... you have been warned and should not read this then.
Lisa was laying on the ground, she could fell the grass under her and the warm sun shining down on her. She smiled and placed her hands on her stomach. Running her hands up and along its curve to rest on top, she had to extend her arms a bit to get them to the top of the expansive curve of her
Rebecca peril
Rebecca runs aimlessly in the dense, thick jungle, unwilling to glimpse her back of her pursuing enemy. She doesn't need to, for she already saw a hungry lion just before she ran for her dear life. Jumping over fallen logs and pushing through the undergrowth, Rebecca desperately tries to to outmaneuver and out wit her feline foe. The sounds of tropical birds and monkeys chatter from above, mocking the human fool who trespasses their land. It wasn't suppose to be like this, it was an expedition to observe ancient ruins, not playing a deadly game of cat and mouse.
Rebecca's dominatrix draws near, eager to tear her limbs off an
Jill paused for a moment. The 24-year old student un-shouldered her backpack and pulled out her water bottle. Unscrewing it, she gulped down a swig of warm water. She was drenched in sweat in the muggy heat of the jungle. She ran a hand through her reddish brown hair, which had gone frizzy from the humidity,
“Come on, Jill, try and keep up. We’ve got a couple more miles to go before we make camp for the night.” An older, blonde woman said, stepping past Jill.
“Yes, Professor White!” Jill said, putting her canteen away. She picked up her backpack and started forward again. The anthropology student had signed up
Chelsea went over to her closet to pick out what she would wear. She picked out a blue sweater, jeans, and a belt to wear on her waist. Chelsea went to her mirror to double check her appearance. She admitted that she looked great. Her literally deep red hair was in pigtails, which was how she liked it, her face showed zero blemishes, an her eyes were deep and pretty; however, if one saw them, they would notice how Chelsea had 2 different colored eyes; one blue, one green. Of course, that wasnt the only thing that was unique about Chelsea.
Well then I think Im ready. Chelsea said to herself and heard a knock at the doo
Commission: Pregnancy Pills by notabot999, literature
Literature
Commission: Pregnancy Pills
Amanda checked her lip stick in her pocket mirror as she waited in front of the bus. Her fellow classmates were filing past her to get on but she was waiting for her friend Sara. As she waited, Amanda made sure to make her presence known to everyone who walked by. She had one hip popped out, showing off the curve of her butt cheeks while revealing more of her bare, smooth thigh beneath her short leather skirt. As she checked her full lips in the mirror, she leaned forward, pushing her large bosom out and giving everyone a good look at just how big her breasts were.
Everyone from the glossiest gossip girl to the most basement dwelling gothic
From the journal of Sarah Richardson.
“February 18, 1928
At long last I have found what my family has been searching for! For three generations my family has scoured the darkest corners of the earth for this treasure and at last my souls of my father and grandfather can rest easy in their graves. I am on a fishing vessel bound for Oslo where I can then journey back home to Baltimore and continue my research. This journey has been an arduous one. Nearly fourteen months scouring frozen fjords in Scandinavia have tested both my will and my tolerance of the cruel elements of the cold, far north.
Next to me in a crude parcel is the ve
“Urd, I’m starting to worry about Skuld. She’s been in her room for quite awhile now, more so than usual.”
The eldest sister glanced at Belldandy before looking back at the television. “Just leave the little brat be, Belldandy. As long as she’s out of my hair, I could care less about what she does.”
Belldandy frowned at Urd’s dismissive attitude. She really wished that Urd and Skuld would get along better than they do. She was about to say something when the door to Skuld’s room slammed open, jolting the two goddesses in surprise.
“I have done it!” exclaimed the youngest