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Power Overload

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The Great White Witch was hung from the wall by a sickly red dark magic. Her long red hair falling in front of her face. Her brilliant white suit now sullied with dust and scuffs. A smell of ashes and brimstone hung in the air. Her grey eyes fluttered open, still woozy from the force of The Abominable Warlock’s energy beam throwing her against the wall. Menacingly, The Warlock cloaked in black and red, skulked towards her, his eyes furious glowing Rubies and his platinum locks trailing behind him.

“No, this can’t be the end!” She wept aloud. “Everyone was counting on me!”

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Average: 3.9 (7 votes)

Flirt and Flight

There’s a kind of comfort in expensive bars. For one, it’s perfect for if you need to be both alone and outgoing at the same time. After all, only the couples went to expensive places, no suitor or frat boy would bother with something so out of their league. For Julia, this was the perfect place for her current situation. She was outgoing alright, her curves alone accomplished that. Two taut breasts sat upon her chest, wider than her torso and protruding from her body by at least a foot, possibly two.

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Average: 4.6 (18 votes)

My Stars!

I thought this piece was lost, but luckily, it survived over 20 years in the possession of another big boob fan for whom it was created. Too big for a scanner, it was photographed digitally.

My Stars!
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Average: 4.5 (15 votes)

Frog Who Became Bigger than the Ox, The

She made it. Little Anna “The Frog” Salientia just won over the gigantic reigning world woman
bodybuilding champion Reina “The Ox” Angus.

“You look swollen like a balloon about to burst any minute! Please STOP! YOU’LL EXPLODE!”
complained Ranae, her worried sister, just before she entered the stage about two hour
ago. “I’m not about to… BURST, I’m about… to… WIN!” barely managed to say Anna, her face
all red, her balloon body at absolute breaking point. And indeed, she was now the best and the
biggest ever.

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Average: 3 (3 votes)

Heavylifters

Knock, knock.

Alex turned his attention from monitor, put glasses on and focused on the door. Don looked up over his book in the same direction. “Who can it be?” - he asked, not really expecting any answer.

Knocking repeated. Alex replied, seeking slippers under the table : “Lets see”.

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Average: 3.1 (7 votes)

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Average: 2.7 (6 votes)

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Average: 2.3 (3 votes)

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Average: 3 (4 votes)

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