Linzee grunted, biting her plump, pink lip. She was bent over, facing her webcam as thousands of viewers watched. Her fat boobs hung down, barely contained by her pink tank top and filling half the screen with cleavage. Her wide, naked hips were just visible, and she was clutching her ass with both hands, spreading her cheeks. Her own grunts and moans were joined by the muffled, panicked cries of someone in distress. After a few seconds, Linzee squeezed her blue eyes shut, parted her lips, and l

“Hello folks, and welcome once again to the highest stakes game on television, Winner or Dinner!” The studio audience applauds as the host comes out on the floor, illuminated by a spotlight as the band plays a jazzy tune. “As always, I’m your host, Gary Gaston, and I’m just delighted to have you all here with me.” The handsome, sharply dressed man gives the camera a bright smile as he waits for the applause to die down a little. “Last week we said goodbye to the beautiful Laura Win

Jessica sucked in a breath as she woke up, squinting against the bright lights above her. For a moment she was confused as she took in her surroundings. This certainly wasn’t her bedroom. She was laying on a flat surface, inside some kind of tube. She began to stir as the confusion turned to fear, but as the fog receded from her mind, she remembered.“Right… the operation,” she murmured blearily. She never got used to the sedation. Slowly, the translucent tube surrounding her receded, and

Libby was admiring his mostly naked body in the mirror when he got the call. He was wearing only his shiny pink panties over his curved hips and round, tight butt, leaving the rest of his girly physique uncovered. He was sweating slightly, his long brown hair tied up in a ponytail. He pinched the taut flesh of his buttcheeks, smirking in satisfaction. It had been more work than he expected to burn off the chub Princess Peach had left, and it felt good to be back in shape.“Coming, coming,” he

Libby read through the details of his contract one final time as the teleporter powered up. He had to admit, he had not been expecting any business from the Mushroom Kingdom. He had encountered it some time ago and dismissed it as another happy dimension full of peace and love, where the greatest evil was a somewhat misguided turtle. But here he was, gearing up to go permanently end some poor, unsuspecting denizen of this idyllic universe. And not just any denizen, but the ruler of the whole Mus

Equustra leaned against a column as she waited for the subway to arrive, letting out a weary sigh. The station was very crowded, even for a Friday night, and people kept brushing and bumping into her. She was the only non-human there, and she let out an irritated grunt as she caught several people staring at her. She found herself wishing she had brought a change of clothes. Her red, shiny dress was uncomfortably tight, and left more of her young body exposed than she would like, ending just abo

Dominique couldn’t keep the smug smirk from her face as she left the arena. Cameras flashed and people clamored to catch a glimpse of the new champion in the flesh, held back by the numerous security guards protecting her. She paused and put her hands on her hips, letting the fans get a good look at her while the paparazzi bombarded her with camera flashes. Her balls bulged out of her shorts, still swollen with what was left of Henrick Stone, the previous champion that she had just defeated. S

Mallory sighed with relief as she sank into her assigned seat. As with all airplane chairs, it wasn’t very comfortable, but she had been standing for the last two hours waiting for this damnable flight, so it was quite a relief for her aching hooves. She was glad to have a window seat, at least. It gave her something to look at besides her phone. She huffed irritably as her head bumped the luggage rack above and she was forced to hunch her back and neck. Even after all these years, the world w