Eden
awoke to a knock at the door. She shifted in bed, briefly forgetting
the lovely new sheets that Majesca had conjured up for her earlier
that day. For now, the genie was nestled deep inside her womb, back
in her bottle, so to speak. As intriguing as it might be to coax her
out and have a bit more of a chat about the details of this bizarre
arrangement. She still wasn't quite sure how to proceed.
Again
she heard the knock. She quickly pulled on a robe and hurried to
answer the door.
"A-A

Celia
had been practically floating on air when she’d gotten the
invitation. Ever since a few unfortunate occurrences had happened,
the combination of the old favorite party game “Filthy Clean” and
the substantial proportion of tinies attending the college had
required some changes to campus life. Filthy Clean was officially
disallowed for anyone attending the college. Naturally, that didn’t
put an end to the parties. The people throwing them just made them a
lot more secret and a lot mo

A small gathering of young men and women in loose-fitting, comfortable clothing milled about. They seemed somewhat apprehensive. This was the backroom of their favorite nightclub, so they all felt a bit underdressed. This had been advertised as a class, though. Skin-tight outfits, revealing outfits, or some combination of the two didn’t seem proper.

Any concern or confusion they may have felt faded swiftly as a fiery-eyed and spritely instructor bobbed through the

Jake
shuddered as the pod he was riding in came to a stop. The last few
weeks had been a blur. It all started when college let out for the
summer break. He was hard up for cash, so he'd taken a job as a night
watchman for a ranch in the rural part of the state. It was a weird
gig, basically involving him riding a quad bike around the edge at
night and making sure nothing came through the fence. In retrospect,
he should have listened to his roommate.
"Dude,
you're going to take a job that is

Kage
really couldn’t complain. Or at least, he shouldn’t
complain. He had a very important job. Secretary to Darya, the CEO of
Siminoff technologies. It paid pretty well. But it wasn’t without
its drawbacks. Darya was strict. And while he was barely below
average for a gray wolf, at 5’ 6”, Darya was downright Amazonian
at 11 ft tall (not counting her heels). It had a way of making an
already overbearing boss into a force of nature.
Right
now, the most irritating part of the job was the

Fen
tried to sit perfectly still in her chair. She was wearing a belly
shirt, which she typically didn’t have the confidence for. While
her girlfriend certainly seemed to feel it was adorable, Fen felt as
though her belly was just a bit too pudgy to be showing off. But
today, she felt as though something that exposed her belly button was
a natural and necessary piece of wardrobe.
When
someone knocked on her door, eased herself up and carefully walked to
the door to answer it.
“Fen!”
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