“Don’t be shy,” she said. “Mommy is here for you. Look at my big fat tits. Don’t you want to see what they look like outside of my shirt?” Beatrice said, shaking her chest and looking at me with devilish eyes.
“You’re freaky. I like that,” I tried to sound smooth. I hadn’t done this kind of roleplay before, but I wanted to see where it would lead. My cock hardened in my pants at the sight of her deep cleavage. Her massive breasts were p

Whitebrand's Hunting TripBy Fallenfox(Based on an RP with Whitebrand)It was early evening on Arboria, and the biguana hunting guide was waiting in the designated location. He hoped that the visitor woukd arrive soon, as it was a perfect night for hunting elves, being both a ceremony night for the pregnant femmes and the tail end of their second mating season. As he scanned the horizon, he waited for the tell-tale sound of an approaching ship.The client was a wealthy draconic named Brand, and he

[Some traumatizing events are told. It’s one big paragraph, so you can skip it if you don’t like those] It started out simple. Clara and I put on some clothes to simulate our respective characters. I take the red cape she threw me, and she takes a grey one piece. Where did that come from? I have no idea. She probably went and took them from her car or something. I don’t have a clue why she would have that with her in the first place, but hey, we’re roleplaying in the wood

Long nature hikes were not his favorite thing in the universe, but in a still developing colony he couldn't say they were not to be expected. His current company however made it all worth it.
 
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Jason had arrived not two months ago to Janesworld. Not quite at the fringes of civilization like it had been a century ago when the first landfall was made, it was at the beginning of the curve that turned a wild planet to a concrete and metal covered metropolis. The

    
Mercy sat in her office, tapping a pen against her chin. It was already quarter after 5, so it was likely she’s only fit one more client in for the day.

“Mei dear, send the last patient in, would you?


    
The door opened, revealing a dark skinned Egyptian woman. Her attire was casual, not unlike what one would wear to the gym. Black tights w

Nilla was a teacher of health and science at a local community college. It wasn't a very prestigious school, and had a lot of "bad eggs". She was a special kind of person, or more so a special kind of creature born from science when she was young, and raised to be intelligent enough to function in normal society. She had no mouth on her face, it two enormous breasts each with a working biological version of the human mouth, throat, and all the needed tubes to talk, eat, and interact wi

    

A year had passed since John started living with his teacher, Sindiya Undercroft. He was sixteen now but all he had to show for it was another inch in height making him 5'3” He remained ever obedient, using every fiber of his being to satisfy her whenever the need arose. He'd been living her with her for nearly a year now and spend almost every day with their bodies intertwined in her bed. For the first few months he assumed she'd e

PrettyUniqueKink
There is a sudden pop and a flash of light as a being appears in the middle of the diner. Floating a moment as his feet float to the tile. The attire of this man is garish and vibrant, every time one would blink the kaleidoscope of colors seems to shift. Could one focus on this man the one clear feature of this humanoid figure would be that his left arm is missing, Only a white glove serving as a replacement for now as it stroked his chin. His angular features peering around t

Looking
down from her place in the heavens, Nikaliel witnesses the demise of
a young nurse, one who had simply wanted to help people, subjected to
the cruelty of this woman's belly. Strangely for the angel, she felt
she recognized this soul as its existence was snuffed out...and felt
a need to answer the last words of the woman. The half soul that
made up this angel's existence also cried out for food, for the
punishment of the wicked. While this angel of death, almost
completely clad in whit

An otherwise empty room in a vacant building was filled with the gentle sounds of digestion. On a ruined couch sat a toxicroak, delightfully rubbing a belly that sagged over the couch. As it squirmed, he croaked out, “Mmm… Who knew psychic types would be so delicious?”

Internally, another male pokémon responded, “L-Let me out, you vicious predator!”

The toxicroak laughed, massaging his fingers around the pre