Explicit

I woke up surrounded by a group of incredibly huge-breasted women.

Now, that's not unusual in itself; that happens to me a lot. But the strange thing was the way they were dressed. They seemed to be wearing multicolored uniforms of a spandex-like material bearing various military insignia. They had strange headsets that looked like com-links, and their long hair flowed freely from beneath these headsets.

One of the women, a tall brunette, spoke into her com-link. "He's up."

I glanced down, wondering what she meant, but then I realized she meant I was awake.

Short Story based off “Popping” by Critical Volume

My girlfriend Jacqueline and I were cleaning up at home together and Jackie was fooling around as usual while dusting in the bathroom. “Watch your eyes, look at all that dust coming down from up there!” I pointed to the top of the medicine cabinet, where she was dusting. “Oh, I’m so scared… that dust might really get me… argh!” We both laughed as she pretended to be attacked by the dust, but of course with her next movement, she brought a big load of dust down that enveloped her shortly in a cloud of dirt.

Jenny was walking across the parking lot. She turned back toward Jake, “That just sounds a little too weird for my tastes. I don't think I want to do that.” she said.

Jake stopped following her, “Weird?” he asked, “What's weird about it? Kinky yes, but weird. All I'm asking is just give it a try once. If you still think it's weird, I'll never bring it up again.”