Everyone has a talent. Some people
are really good at math, or science. Some people can stretch and
position their bodies into all kinds of weird ways. Me? I can play
video games for ten hours without needing to get up. But this isn't
about me. This is about a special lady in my life and her special
talent.
Her name is Abigail Byrnes. Of
course on the internet she usually goes by the name "Gluttonous
Gabby." She never was all that good at names, honestly. Of
course it doesn't really ma

Jenny,
a highschool senior with DD breasts,blonde hair, an ass to die for,
and glasses, comes running up to her girlfriend Lensie. "Hey
Lensie!" she sais, while throwing a hug on her. "Hey
Jenny." she said in reply, with a smile. Lensie was not as
gifted as Jenny. You see she was a late bloomer. Even now, as a
highschool senior her breasts had barely reached B cups, she had a
developed ass, but it was nowhere near the size of Jenny's fine ass.
But of all the girls in there sc

“Oh! crap, what I do now?” you say.


Your name is Timothy and you are 21 year old. Until now, you had a flawless career in the field of biophysics. You have graduated 1 year ago from the university and you were immediately hired by the government to work on top secret projects. Since your have been hire, you have been assigned to the quantum-field project, unofficially known as the shrinking machine.


But now you are a little frightened. As you were approaching a breakthrough,

Abby woke up with a
particularly good feeling. It was going to be a good morning. She
just knew it. She sat up in her bed – it creaked. Abby was a large
girl.
She sat with her
feet over the bed, basking in the sunlight that come in through the
window and warmed her thick, underwear-clad body. It was a special
kind of sunlight. It was Sunday-morning-with-nothing-to-do sunlight.
She gave her soft, buxom body a few good pokes, pats and rubs. It was
a nice morning to be a very plump girl; it just

Professor Michael Langhurst again cursed the university's lack of funding as he swept the floors between the desks in his lab. The students had left over an hour ago and he was (yet again) doing what the lab assistants should be doing. A lot of the time he managed to get the students to clean up and organize the place but recently the coach had been pressing more and more for them to be let out ON TIME. With a sigh he wondered if he'd ever get out of this class `on time'.
After sweeping up he we

STORY 9



Franck wondered why they had not been up in the attic before. It was a treasure trove of antiquities. Nothing here seemed to have any great monetary value, but he could almost sense the misty weight of family history, of unspoken, dead memories hanging in the faintly dusty air. Through the attic window, the bright light of a glorious summer's day helped dispell some of the eeriness of the past, and reminded him that this was very much the present, the time of the living. The ambig

Escape One

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The wind howled in my ears and water sprayed into my face and eyes. My hands were an inch before my face in an attempt to shelter it from the stormy weather. The rain made visibility very hard, everything over a few meters away was either near invisible or covered in a grayish haze. The wind was threatening to pull my small body off into the sky. I couldn't run for much longer, the last of my energy was disappearing q