Liz awoke to find herself sitting in a chair, stripped naked. The room she found herself in did not have much furniture. There was only a desk in front of her, another chair beyond that, and to her right, a table. The walls were all painted white, and she couldn’t tell where the door was, or even if the room had any doors.
Having been sedated only minutes before, she could hardly remember why she was here. She could remember parts of what happened, but not too much. She had been with Elena, in her own personal cell behind her mistress’s office. The police had busted in, waving their guns around. Then they took her. That was all sh
(A commission for Brandon, this story contains themes of giantess and cum expansion)
[Brandon's coworker has set him up on a blind date by his coworker. He's in for a BIG surprise!]
Brandon’s phone vibrated in his hand with a subtle *BUZZ* *BUZZ*. He looked down to read another message from Miranda, his coworker.
“I’m so excited for you! I just know you two are going to hit it off so well!”
He smiled to himself and started tapping away at his phone.
“I sure hope so”, he typed out. “I’m still waiting for her to show up. I don’t see anyone here with a red dress. Maybe she’s gonna stand me up :P”
He looked up from his phone and glanced around Amore La Grasso, the Italian restaurant he agreed to take his date to this evening. It was always a favorite of his. The food was delicious and the atmosphere was always so classy and romantic.
*BUZZ* *BUZZ*
Brandon looked at his phone and read Miranda’s next message: “Oh hush! There’s no way she’d do that! She’s so nice!”
Smiling to himself
Growing Her Online Presence - Part 4 by mr-monopoly, literature
Literature
Growing Her Online Presence - Part 4
A BBW and Weight Gain Story
After her embarrassment at the running track, Natalie started to have some doubt creep into her. It didn’t help that at the movie she went to see afterwards, she had to move to one of the handicap seats after not being able to fit through the narrow arm rests of the old theater’s chairs. It worked out better for her anyways as the handicap seats had cup holder to rest her XL soda in, and the seat next to her was free to stash her purse full of candy or her tub of popcorn, whichever one she wasn’t eating at the time. But still, a dark picture seemed to be getting clearer.
Despite this Natalie continued to live her normal life. Eating excessive calories every day hoping to add inches to her bust, going to work, and most importantly posting multiple times a day on InstaSnap, something a little special for JustAdmirers, and sorting her paid requests for content. She was so busy it was easy to push the idea that anything might be wrong to the back of her
Today was a good day for Anne. She had just received a new job offer from an anonymous company but with real cash that asked her to program a type of AI that would be the perfect dom and could train someone into being a perfect sub (she didn’t ask, and didn’t want to know why they wanted this program). Being herself a domme, she was really interested in the challenge of creating such an invention.
Anne was a young but successful woman. She was only twenty five, but had already bought a house and built her own private business. It wasn’t much, just some programming tech, but she had programmed a cloud-like program to link on
The shop owner told her to wait while he retrieved the latex boots she ordered.
*Please do not touch anything.* He said before going.
Despite his warning, Caroll could not take her eyes of the amazing suit hanging right next to her.
She resisted the temptation and waited for about 10 minutes. But her patience grew heavy.
*Have you found my boots yet?*
No response. She took another look at the suit. The zipper, open, left the shiny interior exposed. It felt like it was begging to be used. A suit of this quality would be very expensive, she tough. She might never have such an opportunity again.
*Hello !!!* Still no response.
*Oh... What
Professor Murphy was quick to inform us that, due to the fact that there were more students this semester than there were cooking stations, we were to work in groups for the entirety of this baking course. We got to choose our partners at the end of his introduction. I didn't know anyone, so I got stuck with Ashley.
We introduced ourselves. I was a culinary arts major starting my first year at that college. Ashley was a Liberal Arts major with little to no actual interest in cooking. Immediately, it was clear to both of us which partner was going to be putting in more work this semester. As we spoke, she opted out of looking at me and