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Bathtime

Submitted by System on Tue, 08/19/2008 - 23:00
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Cheryl was sitting, bored, on a wet Tuesday afternoon. She knew she ought to do something creative with her day off, but inspiration was just not coming. "Forget it" she thought, "I'll grab a bath and achieve things later". As she undressed, she ran her fingers down her smooth stomach and up to her breasts. "Such a lovely feeling, it's just a pity they're so small". As she continued to stroke her breasts, the nipples began to stiffen. She started to remember the games she used to play in the bath when she was in her teens.

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Average: 3.8 (11 votes)

Just Between Friends

Submitted by System on Sun, 08/17/2008 - 23:47
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Sara cast an annoyed glance at her friend Lindsay, her view obstructed slightly by the pink swell of her own bulging cheeks.  The slender blonde was giggling incessently as she held down the trigger on the miniature air compressor clutched in her hand, her wide, full-lipped mouth pulled into a gleeful, mischievious grin.  Sara rolled her eyes and chomped irritably on the hose that Lindsay had thrust into her mouth, wincing as she felt the seams on her shirt start to give.  The black Guinness t-shirt had always been one of the tougher articles of clothing in Sar

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Average: 3.2 (5 votes)

Little Light Reading, A

Submitted by System on Sun, 08/17/2008 - 23:40
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Having a housemate can be a mixed blessing. At its best, the arrangement can be mutually beneficial with both parties gaining lifelong friendships. But at its worst, having one can mean inviting an annoying, rude, or even a criminally minded lunatic into close proximity with ones personal space. Too often it is that the trauma can far outweigh the financial benefits. So it was with relief that Susan had been able to rent a room to her long time acquaintance, Holly.

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Average: 4.2 (12 votes)

Exercise

Submitted by System on Sun, 08/17/2008 - 17:32
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Exercise
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Average: 4 (21 votes)

Check The Label Part 4

Submitted by System on Mon, 08/11/2008 - 23:43
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Check The Label Part 4
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Average: 4.1 (16 votes)

OC Doodling

Submitted by System on Sun, 08/10/2008 - 21:39
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OC Doodling
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Average: 2.6 (5 votes)

Would You Like To Fly With My Beautiful Balloons?, Part 3

Submitted by System on Sat, 08/09/2008 - 13:39
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Mrs. Seegler gave me a XXXXL t-shirt that actually tucked into my pants. She said she'd have new brassieres and some cute tops for me in a few days knowing I was in need of some new garments quickly. I had walked to the shoppe so I called my friend to come pick me up. Mrs. Seegler and her friends squeezed me back outside of the place and waited until my ride arrived.

"Thanks for all your help...and sorry about the door frame," I said blushing. "No problem. I needed to get that fixed anyway," Mrs. Seegler smiled, as a blue full-sized Chevy van pulled up to the curb.

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Average: 2.8 (4 votes)

Would You Like To Fly With My Beautiful Balloons?, Part 2

Submitted by System on Sat, 08/09/2008 - 13:29
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"You're going to stay that big? Stay that size?"

"I think so," I replied. "Are you upset?"

"Upset! Are you kidding?!" you exclaimed as you moved even closer, your eyes on my humongus chest. "I think it's great!"

As you physically admired my breasts, I decided not to tell you that something like this had happened before, a year or two ago. I had gone from a paltry 38D to my current 68EE after a series of bizarre dreams. Now, I had gone from a rather large 68EE to...what? Only my seamstress could know...

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Average: 2.8 (4 votes)

Would You Like To Fly With My Beautiful Balloons?, Part 1

Submitted by System on Sat, 08/09/2008 - 13:26
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"Hold on! I've got you!"

"No! No! I'm slipping!"

"Don't squirm! I've got you!" Your hand grasping mine was slippery with sweat. You reached up trying to grab at the little bit of fabric left clinging to my neck.

"I'm filling up more! Ooh! Don't let me go!" I cried as my breasts swelled even bigger. My panic was making me breath in gulps of air. The air was making me balloon up larger and larger.

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Average: 3.8 (5 votes)

Washout

Submitted by System on Sat, 08/09/2008 - 13:05
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We stood outside washing the cars. The sun was shining down, reflecting off the drops of water on the bodies of our vehicles like twinkling stars. You slapped a dripping soapy rag onto the hood of your car, sliding it around on the smooth metal surface. I sponged down a fender of my yellow Volkswagen.

"Baby, hand me the hose. Could you?" you asked. You looked to me, noticing how wet my white tanktop was getting. My breasts--my "succulent 38's" as you called them--swayed bralessly as I rubbed down my car.

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Average: 3.3 (4 votes)
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