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Revenge

Submitted by System on Tue, 02/27/2007 - 00:40
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Sarah walked quickly home to her apartment from her college, glancing over her shoulder, making sure she wasn’t being followed by Sophia and her little gang of sluts. Sarah was worried a bit more than usual, because she had had a bad day, and Sophia had been on the receiving end of her accidents. Just 5 minutes after she got to school, she had accidentally tripped in the hallway, spilling her soda all over Sophia’s new outfit, soaking her. Sarah quickly apologized, as Sophia had a huge cruel streak and was a queen sized bitch, and a vengeful one at that.

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Average: 4 (12 votes)

Night Club

Submitted by System on Mon, 02/26/2007 - 01:50
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"Yes! Finally done!" Sarah let out a long laugh. It was the last day of the semester, and she was going to celebrate. College had been tough, but now that the first part was over, she was going to get so wasted that she'd forget her own name. She let out another laugh. Sarah was tall, almost 5'11", and she had straight black hair and very green eyes. She was thin, not bony thin, but healthy. She had a few curves, but nothing to turn heads. Sometimes she was depressed that she didn't have more in the chest department, but today, she wasn't thinking about it at all.

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Average: 3.7 (6 votes)

Katrina's Balloons

Submitted by System on Thu, 02/22/2007 - 01:11
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Katrina walked down the street, happily humming a tune to herself that was accompanied by a slight, knowing smile. She was a striking young woman of average height, with long reddish locks and brilliant green eyes. In spite of this, her most noticeable features were her breasts. They began high on her chest and blossomed forth into swollen, rounded mounds that commanded the majority of her torso, and the immediate airspace surrounding her frame.

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Average: 4.1 (20 votes)

Cora's Mission

Submitted by System on Thu, 02/08/2007 - 21:08
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Cora lay back on her beach chair, halfway asleep. She stretched her arms above her head, and ran a hand over her trim belly. “It's almost getting to the point where it's strange when my belly's small,” Cora thought to herself, “Never thought I'd get used to carrying around a belly that big.” But she didn't have to think about it for a while, she was on leave, her bio-electrical collector was about five hundred million miles away, and the only time her belly would get big was when she ate too much at the buffet.

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Average: 3.3 (3 votes)
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