[2/28/2016
12:42:39 PM] Clover: You rustle and undulate with Aurora's bowels.
The movement is all you have now to determine a sense of where you
are and what's happening. Sound is muted in her body, you adjust to
the minute feelings you get of her walking and sitting. The
contractions of her bowels by comparison feel a magnitude larger. In
this particular case, you're pressed against a particularly greasy
log of skunk waste.
[2/28/2016
12:43:56 PM] *** Kinne can only wait, wondering how long she

[3/16/2016
11:02:43 AM] Clover: She's laying around in her room, reading a book,
layin' on her back. Her door is unlocked.
[3/16/2016
11:03:32 AM] *** Kinne opens the door enough to poke her head in,
"Umm...Kim? I think I have a plan for your...problem..."
***
[3/16/2016
11:05:54 AM] Clover: She looks up over her book. She's really big.
Even with her wings folded underneath her, she's taking up the entire
king-sized bed. Yes mommy? o o
[3/16/2016
11:06:55 AM] Kinne: W-well...You're far