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Orange You Glad?

Submitted by Anonymous on Tue, 02/28/2012 - 23:27
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They always said that milk does a body good. I always knew that, especially if I needed some weight in my bust. Guzzling a good gallon of milk would fill me up and fill my bust out and keep me jiggling and swaying sexily all day. But...orange juice? I never knew the benefits other than keeping me pumped with Vitamin C. Little did I know it could pump me with more...

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Average: 2.5 (4 votes)

Night at the Opera, A

Submitted by Anonymous on Tue, 02/28/2012 - 23:25
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"Honey, are you about ready?" you called from downstairs. "Just about! Be down in a minute!" I called out, still standing before the mirror on the oak dresser. I stand there with my one-piece outfit, a tight little black dress you had picked out for me. It is very elegant, hanging loosely in gentle folds of black fabric and v-shaped in the front. It hugs my shapely hips and stops an inch above my knees.

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Average: 3 (3 votes)

Gold Rush

Submitted by Anonymous on Tue, 02/28/2012 - 23:23
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I love new fashions as much as any girl, and it's always nice to get new, sexy outfits. I guess my only problem is finding outfits that fit me perfectly, especially when my little condition appears.

I had just bought a beautiful gold dress. It was stretchy and made up of lots of bands of tiny gold sequins. It was tight enough though to go braless in and low cut enough to show off the little bit of "normal" cleavage I had. My friend had invited me to an auction at a local art gallery and I wore the dress to the event.

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Average: 2 (3 votes)

Blow by Blow Tale #5: Beach Bombs

Submitted by Anonymous on Tue, 02/28/2012 - 23:12
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I must say that I expected the last half of my break to be rather boring. My friends had all left a week early. I was pretty much all on my own for the rest of my time in sunny Florida that consisted of four days of, like I said and what I expected to be, pure solitudinal hell.

I'm a beach person. I love the water. I love the sand. I love the sight of sweet chicks strolling the shore with their skimpy ass suits made of twine. I spent a lot of time walking up and down the shoreline. I guess what happened wasn't too surprising yet…

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Average: 1.3 (3 votes)

Blow by Blow Tale #2: Tub Plumpin'

Submitted by Anonymous on Tue, 02/28/2012 - 01:07
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My friend, Marguerite, invited me over to her dad's house for a relaxing evening of sitting in the family hot tub. We had been talking about it for a long time…mainly me begging her to have me over so I could get in it. I loved hot tubbing. There was nothing like relaxing in a hot bubbling pool of water, sipping cocktails and feeling yourself unwind.

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Average: 1.8 (4 votes)

Blow by Blow Tale #1: A Sunny Hue of Hugeness

Submitted by Anonymous on Tue, 02/28/2012 - 01:04
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There is nothing like a little sun on the bod to make one feel more radiant and alive. In the winter months though it is almost totally impossible in the face of a Buffalo NY winter to get sunlight and a tan the natural way…unless one is a walrus. (Funny I say that…there was a comment once from a not-so-brainy admirer of mine that referred to my massive bosoms as "a pair of walrus bodies.")

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Average: 2.2 (5 votes)

Coda - Expectations

Submitted by Anonymous on Sun, 02/26/2012 - 22:15
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"You know, I've never done it with someone else before." Says Amelia. She nuzzles forward, the abyssal moon is filigree to crown her blushes.

"That's…ballooning, I mean, not…you know"

Your hands intertwine gently as she plays with your fingers. Your elbows rest on the smooth goosebump-puce of her breasts, barely indenting them. Those are a girl's breasts, you keep reminding yourself, Just 5 foot wide and filled with helium.

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Average: 3.4 (7 votes)

Expectations

Submitted by Anonymous on Sun, 02/26/2012 - 18:55
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"I think I'll do it with him."

Amy swivels about on the kitchen stool, letting the chair chase her smile around. The evening sun filters through the chantry blind, setting a golden cage about her; tigerstripes across a black blouse and charcoal skirt. This is the dangerous time and she twtiches; all energy and potential, about to burst into life.

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Average: 4.3 (7 votes)

Fill

Submitted by Anonymous on Sun, 02/26/2012 - 15:58
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It all worked very easily. Elodie dragged her fingertips across the rubber buttons on the remote. It all worked smoothly, the system having been perfected and reperfected over decades and much like how one eventually figured out the immaculate way to fix the cogs of a clock, someone had figured out how to perfect this. The remote.

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Average: 3.2 (6 votes)

Mask, The

Submitted by Anonymous on Sun, 02/26/2012 - 03:36
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I came jogging around the corner trotting up in the parking lot of the apartment complex I lived at. I panted and wheezed. Jogging always took a lot out of me. My purple exercise outfit, clinging tightly against me like a second skin, creaked at the seams as my large 68GG's bounced heavily with every jostling step.

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Average: 3 (6 votes)
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