Horror at Bikini Beach






    

It was a hot summer day at the beach, and with it came plenty of hot, swimsuit-clad babes looking to spend the afternoon having some bright, bouncy fun and look good doing it. There were quite a few gorgeous gals on the beach that day – strangely enough, only women between those tender ages of 18 to 30 years o

The Witch



Cordelia meets Beorhwulf



By Katana70065



    

Cordelia

was bored, but existing outside of time, it was pointless to say how long she had been

this way

. It cou

The ApocalypseDISCLAIMER FOR READERS: There are no underage persons in this fictional universe, when somebody says their age or you are told about it, it’s simply to tell you how long they’ve been alive. In this universe when you’re born, you’re born as a fully fledged adult. In this universe beings don’t have real life reproductive organs. This universe alters what humans are biologically by age, this is to increase the extremities of what vore and curve expansion can be, and to also

Sarah woke up fairly late in the morning. She hadn’t felt this well rested in quite a while. She let out a big yawn and stretched a little, compressing her full belly pleasantly. “Could you stop that, please?”, came the voice from inside her stomach. “That’s pretty uncomfortable, it’d be nice if you didn’t do that.” In response, Sarah rolled over onto her belly. The voice inside of her quickly turned into a flurry of muffled complains and insults.

Xisa sat back in her desk chair, eyes firmly glued to the screen as she jammed away at her league game.

Thousands of people watching her as she played tirelessly, by now reaching the fifteen hour point

of her livestream.



A request came in with a donation of $80. She turns to the camera and gives it a wink, turning her eye demonic for a moment and sparing a hand to bunch

The last drip of creamy brew plopped into the tankard. Ava Creamersnatch - that was the name she used here, anyway - pulled the lever again. Nothing came out. She sighed in frustration and whacked the side of the pipe with her hand. Nothing again. She glanced at her customer and he frowned as well. “Just a second . . .”

Ava crouched and hooked a hand into an iron handle embedded in the floor. With a grunt, her muscles straining, she pulled open the hatch in t

Stripper


night

at



The



Cream and the Salt

was always hectic. Ava was usually thankful she’d convinced the owners to hire extra hands for it; the help tonight however was two buxom but not very bright barmaids. Twin blondes Trixie and Lulu w

I groaned in relief as I stepped off the treadmill, my body soaked in sweat and my sports bra nearly transparent. "Fuck, I'm rusty." I mumbled to myself, as I wiped the sweat off the machine and then picked up my water bottle to take a swig.


The man on the next treadmill stepped off. I had noticed him eyeing me up down as I ran, admiring my body, which I didn’t mind at all. He grinned at me. “You seemed to be running just fine from wher

Cheryl had just woken up when she saw the text message from her friend Monica.“Cherrie, we need to talk. Meet me at the café.”“Monnie? What’s going on?”“I want to talk and it has to be in person, can you come?”“Alright, I’m on my way…”The chestnut-haired white girl got up and quickly went to her morning routine. She brushed her teeth, washed her face and got to her jogging attire, as she plans to jog after she attends whatever important matter her friend has to dis

Oppai

Overload






The screen flashed a bright red as a colourful graphic sprang into view, proudly proclaiming the program as “Busty Bikini Babe Battle:

Oppai

Overload!!!”. A moment later, an animated pair of breasts fell from the top of the screen with a heavy

Tiger Mom






    

It was the last year of high school, and summer was less than a month away. Jake was all set to head off to university, but before that he had one last summer vacation in his home town, and he was perfectly happy to have no plans at all. He envisioned spending this summer just like he was spending this weekend, playing videogame

The ebony woman danced sensually, holding the pole and leveraging her body. She swayed her hips from side to side, letting her audience get a good look at her form. Her untied, curly mop of hair waved as her body bounced. She reached down, wiggling her fingers under her tight thong. She pulled the string away, showing just that much more skin, before letting it snap back, her fat thighs jiggling from the force. She was being showered with money, yet she wasn’t picking up much of it. Most a

Gabriel sighed and looked out of the window. Fields, fields and a bit more of fields, nothing to see as far as he could see. He still couldn’t understand why his parents had decided to move here. Here, in the middle of nowhere, of all the possible places. Far away were his friends, favorite game shops and restaurants now. There were just two small restaurants and a grocery store in his new home town, if you could even count the bar-restaurant as a restaurant. He didn’t even know where the cl

“Just pick something Harrison, or I'll choose for you!”
“The loaded fries then.” sighed Harrison, “Anything but the god damn salad.”
Kelsey patted her boyfriend on the shoulder as her voice took on a patronising tone. “See, that wasn't so hard, was it? Don't let anyone take my seat at the bar, or I'll make you eat your lunch off the floor.”
Kelsey smiled warmly as she sauntered off in her one piece swimsuit and summer hat towards the food counter.

"Come on, Maddie. You've gotta focus if you want to pass this exam.""Uuuuuuuuuuugh. But I hate this, who cares about dusty old dead guys anyway?"Bridget sighed as her roommate dramatically flopped back in her creaking chair. The two of them couldn't be more different: Bridget was a city girl with a sharp mind, mousey brown hair, and a voracious appetite for learning. Madeline was a farm girl from rural Nebraska riding a scholarship for shot put, with a voracious appetite for alcohol. Then there

A flash of lightning cracked beside the window. Barely distracting the occupant of the sitting room as she read a magazine. The thick worn leather back chair, blocking much of the flashing lights. As the brown-haired woman pinched the next page between her forefinger. The two computer monitors, showing the reception area, was empty of guests. A small metal waiter held the reception room door open. The proprietor hummed, uncrossed her legs, gently placed the magazine on her desk, and stood. Stret

Tsunade
sighed as she sat down behind her desk, a growing headache
accompanying her as the sun beamed in through the windows. Just over
two months had passed since Sakura had devoured Ino and her father
was not pleased to learn his daughter had gone missing, by any means.
Tsunade had managed to calm him down long enough to explain that this
was news to her, and had immediately gotten four teams of chunin and
better to hunt the missing blonde down.
Sadly
the results of said search had left the Ya