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This chapter contains: Mostly cute fluff, with Violet reuniting with the Calvert family. There’s some boob stuff, but this is very romance-heavy. Disclaimer: This story is intended for adults. While not all chapters will be explicit, I’ll mark them all as 18+ so if you aren’t of legal age, please do not read. All characters depicted in a sexual manner are at least 18 years old. The sign welcomed Violet to Maple Hill—the small town that Jess and her family called home. She couldn't believe how fast time had flown by. It seemed like only yesterday she had met Jess and her family at the campsite last summer. Now, here she was, driving down the unfamiliar, winding road that led to the Calvert's house, ready to be let into their home, and their lives. It had been a long drive, but it was more than worth it; being reunited with Jess was the most precious thing Violet could imagine. As she turned into the driveway and turned off her car, she took a deep breath, bracing herself for the

Part 1 Part 2 Now that she had this week's password, nothing would stop Nyx from her second rendezvous with Kenna. . . Nyx's Body is part of Augoose and Harmony Motion's'Shard Strike Universe.' I'll be releasing short chapters here on DA for free, but if you want the full story, check out their patreon as it releases! Edited by Augoose Part 3 Leaving the honors hall and practically skipping across campus toward the palace, Nyx smiled giddily at the unexpected perk of her recent physical development. It had become clear over the past week, this perk, and as the long walk to the Greek housing neighborhood lay before her, she radiated joy. All week it had been easier to carry her books. Opening doors to the student center—big steel and glass doors with thick handlebars that used to take two hands and a twist of her body to tug open—now required little effort. And whenever she would have taken an elevator before, Nyx opted to sprint up the stairs, two at a time! She’d never in her

[Tags: breast expansion, female transformation, shapeshifting] As the elevator approached the 13th floor, it began to make an alarming groaning sound. It was like the guttural sounds of an elephant’s digestive system one moment and then the next like the sharp teeth of a giant cog slamming continuously against a sheet of metal. When the door opened at last, the noises intensified and became even more difficult to describe. Most of the passengers took this as a sign that it might be better to switch to the stairs. All but two. A man and a woman, by the name of Stan and Miri, remained in the elevator, apparently unfazed by the rather obvious signals that the infernal machine was about to expire, though perhaps they were simply too stubborn to walk. They did not know each other—Stan was an employee of the company working on the 15th floor, and Miri, a humble courier making a delivery that day to the 18th. The doors closed, and the elevator made a valiant attempt to trundle up to the

[Tags: breast expansion] You can listen to the audio version of this script here, ready by MamaStrassa * [Yasmin] (calling out from a distance) Carolina? Is that you? Come over here, darling. [Carolina] (calling back, slightly tentative, a little confused about why she’s all alone) Uh yes? Hi ma’am, I’m Carolina… I’m supposed to be your apprentice, I think. Am I in the right place? [Yasmin] (gently but confidently) Just call me Yasmin, dear. And yes, this is the site. Here make sure you pop a high-vis vest and a hard hat on, okay? [Carolina] Uh, sure. Where’s everyone else? I thought this was going to be a construction site, there’s no vehicles or anything. [Yasmin] Ah yes, they’ll come later. Tomorrow likely—assuming I get through everything today. It’s always me who begins the job. [Carolina] (becoming more confused) Oookay, so what are we doing? [Yasmin] Well, the

Becks enjoyed her bus ride home. It allowed her to put on her headphones and decompress from the day's lectures and notes, but more importantly, the strange privacy that comes with being buried in the crowd was where her imagination whirred best. The streets passing the window would turn into a blur that allowed her mind to detach and wander. If forced to stand, she would stare at the 'Stop' button or the pole a foot from her nose and let her concentration deep dive and see every wrinkle of a scene in her mind's eye. Today she took a seat, her eyebrows lifted at the sight of an old, long, 3-seater leather sofa hovering in line with the window. Becks peeked out and saw a man holding it up at one end. The other end of the sofa then started to tip ominously downwards. Becks turned and saw a pair of very slender legs in denim, quaking at the knees in front the open doors of a white van. The man barked something, and a woman's voice shrieked back. The words were muffled, but the cadence

[Tags: breast expansion] Hate flying. Bad enough how much a plane ticket costs these days, but coupled with the fact that they make you pay out the ass for just the bare minimum of basic human decency—it’s just a crappy experience all round. This airline is worse than most, too. At least the flight is only 3 hours. Could be worse. Bright side is that this girl next to me is cute. Jean shorts with long socks, a light-purple cropped top—loose curls of her long brown hair draping across her front. I only briefly caught a glimpse of her face when she asked me to move so she could get to her seat. Very pretty, I recall, but she’s looking out the window now. To be honest, I’m finding it hard to resist looking over at her… I stole a quick look just now—it's not a very low-cut top, but I can tell she’s got no bra on. Damn, those are some big tits. Don’t have a good idea of sizes, but that must be, what, a J, K cup? Who knows. Big, I’d guess. Probably has back problems with how skinny she is.

[Tags: breast expansion, lactation, breastfeeding, hyper-breasts, belly inflation] This is the third in a series that starts here: — Aren’t we a trio of likely individuals? Three women, each one with breasts more colossal than the last. A mute simpleton, a psychotic rapist (that’s me), and a woman whose tits have ballooned to the point she can no longer get out of bed. All three of us feeding each other a seemingly endless supply of breastmilk. What are these foul creatures that we’ve ourselves turned into? What supernatural power is even sustaining us like this? I can say one thing, it’s good that Ruth lives on the ground floor. The carpet in her bedroom is now so totally sodden with our collective breastmilk that it’s a wonder the floor hasn’t collapsed. Even after just that first day together after infecting Ruth we had already ruined this place beyond recognition. I still don’t understand the biology of it all. What is it that causes the three of us to produce this