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She said it was a joke, but I didn't think it would get this out of hand.

Yesterday she told me to come over in the morning, so she could show me something that she saw online.  When I arrived she brought me up to the roof, where she pulled out a large gas tank and a hose with an elastic loop around the end.  She urged me on to put the hose in my mouth, the strap keeping it in place, after which she would fill me with gas.  As a joke, she repeated.  I thought it was strange but it seemed innocent enough, so I did as I was told.

The warm waters of the bath washed over Lily as she sank down. Her aching muscles relaxed, strained from the day's arduous work. The screaming faces of angry managers were stuck in her mind alongside snide and sarcastic customers. She wanted to quit her job, to drift away from it entirely, but she needed the pay. Tuition didn't pay itself. Shaking her head, she tried to relax in the bath, but she couldn't seem to just forget the days worries.

No.

She could.

Closed eyes, deep breaths.

She knew what to do.

Immaculate yellow banners flap in the light breeze from on high in the towers.  The grass is growing again after a long winter, and the birds are returning to nest in the trees.  Animals return from hibernation, bringing new and interesting fauna to the sights around the castle.  The early afternoon light bathes the courtyard in its warm glow, illuminating the dozens of finely crafted statues of men and women having sex in increasingly lewd positions, many indescribable by mortal words.  Truly, Maringyon is the most prestigious school for succubi and incubi alike, teachi

Sophie Adams was a very attractive 18-year-old lady in the middle of her freshman year of collage. She was very voluptuous, standing at 5 foot 7 inches and weighing 165 pounds. She mainly wore low cut dresses to show off her shapely figure and had bright blue eyes and her skin was radiantly clear.