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Leon sighed weakly, shuffling weakly to the left and right, keeping his eyes down on the floor. He didn’t really like parties. He didn’t drink alcohol, and dancing was something he stayed far away from. The people at the party all felt familiar, but he’d never met any of them. He looked up at Natalie, the titanic, dark-skinned girl smiling brightly back down at Leon, forcing the short office worker to smile, despite himself. He just wished his costume was less embarrassing.
Natalie danced, laughed, and flirted with everyone and everything in the room, eyes half closed from her excessive use of the complimentary drinks at the party, but she was having a glorious time out with her special little friend, Leon. She looked down at her costume with a laugh, and smiled, adjusting her Jacket slightly. Natalie was dressed as Ash Ketchum, one of her favorite anime characters, having even gone so far as to get a short, pointy haircut just for the occasion, sporting a blue jacket, a cap, jeans, and running shoes, as well as a belt adorned with pokeballs. She giggled down at her companion, Leon. “I choose you!” She suddenly cried, loudly and drunkenly. “Pikachu!” And with a kick to his small behind, Leon, dressed as a Pikachu, was thrust into the middle of the dance floor.
Leon looked all around, face rapidly heating to a bright red. “….F-Fucking…P-Pikachu…” he mumbled, desperately embarrassed as he tried to dance, knowing refusing Natalie’s request would be…messy.
It was going to be a long night.
Natalie danced, laughed, and flirted with everyone and everything in the room, eyes half closed from her excessive use of the complimentary drinks at the party, but she was having a glorious time out with her special little friend, Leon. She looked down at her costume with a laugh, and smiled, adjusting her Jacket slightly. Natalie was dressed as Ash Ketchum, one of her favorite anime characters, having even gone so far as to get a short, pointy haircut just for the occasion, sporting a blue jacket, a cap, jeans, and running shoes, as well as a belt adorned with pokeballs. She giggled down at her companion, Leon. “I choose you!” She suddenly cried, loudly and drunkenly. “Pikachu!” And with a kick to his small behind, Leon, dressed as a Pikachu, was thrust into the middle of the dance floor.
Leon looked all around, face rapidly heating to a bright red. “….F-Fucking…P-Pikachu…” he mumbled, desperately embarrassed as he tried to dance, knowing refusing Natalie’s request would be…messy.
It was going to be a long night.
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The Special Online Date
Ian was on an online dating site searching for the perfect match until he stumbles across a woman by the name of "Susan Price" who liked all of the same things. He felt that she was perfect for him, so he started a conversation with her after a few weeks he was anxious to meet Susan in real life.
Ian: “Can i meet you in real life, I we've been hitting it off these past few weeks.”
Susan: “Of course, but where should meet?”
Ian: “At the Walters' café.”
Later at the café,Ian is sitting at a table waiting for his date to show up. He then sees a beautiful girl with long flowing hair walking towards hi
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Character: Conner
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A Shrunken Vexie intro
(You wake up after a night you can't remember, you were shrunk and found by a giant woman, who thinks you are a mythical creature called a Vexie. A Vexie is a rare type of pixie, they look like tiny humans but act like tiny ogres, they love stink and the more stink you supply them with the happier they are. Vexies are incredibly shy so they try and make their saviors think they are human, and act like they hate stink, but they really love it.) You groan and grumble as a beam of light flashes across you. The light is bright enough that after a few passes it eventually rouses you from what you feel is the deepest sleep you’ve ever been in. Pushing yourself into a sitting position, you groggily look around as your eyes slowly adjust, only to startle awake when they do. Where the hell were you? Taking in your surroundings, you conclude you’re in some kind of giant basement, or at least underground. You frown as you stand up off the cement floor, realizing that you’re pretty much covered in dust. What the hell happened last night? Still a little groggy, you rack your brain for some hint of a memory, but come up with absolutely nothing, making the question, “How did I get here?” completely pointless. Dreading the thought of you being in someone’s basement without them knowing, or even worse, having had someone PUT you down here, you are about to attempt to at least find the exit… That is until you spot the source of the light that woke you up. You can only stop and stare in awe and horror as the biggest woman you’ve ever seen comes stomping and jiggling down the basement stairs, carrying a flashlight that must have woke you up. You are sent for a loop as your brain tries to process that this woman, who would already be huge compared to you at normal size, is an absolute giantess to you!!! Looking around again, you come to the conclusion that in fact you’re probably more likely inches tall compared to her instead all the random boxes around you being giant, but this does nothing to make you feel any less shocked. A new unanswerable question of how you became this size comes to mind, but as the woman slowly gets down the stairs and approaches your location, the giantess before you takes up more and more of your mind (not to mention your vision). You can’t really see much of her face from the low light and bad angle, but soon you can see little else but her body. From the bottom, you see a very well warn pair of pink slippers, the rank things letting out audible squelches with each footfall as what can only be sweat is rung out of them under the weight of this behemoth. The sights don’t get much better as your eyes travel upward, a grey pair of sweatpants that have multiple rips a tears trying it’s best to keep a horrendous amount of fat at bay, from as far down as the woman’s calves all the way up to a pair of monstrous thunder thighs that audibly grind together with each step. The woman is so wide that you doubt the pants are even covering half of an ass that you don’t even want to imagine. Luckily for her poor clothes, her pink t-shirt seems to have a slightly easier time of it, sitting just above an overflowing muffin top that slowly tapers off into a pair of “modest” breasts (at least compared to everything else). You are too scared to move as the woman stops just short of your position, turning to sit down and nearly stepping on you in the process. You barely keep from throwing up as you get a “good” look at her profile, her butt even bigger than you were forced to imagine. It overflows her pants so much that almost three quarters of it is hanging out, the thing sticking out like a planetary shelf, the horrendously jiggly substance riddled with cellulite and gleaming with sweat. When the planet that is her butt hits the boxes she decides to use as a seat, you actually feel sorry for them as they buckle more than slightly under her mass, which will no doubt leave a perfect imprint of her ass when she gets up. Scooting around to get comfortable, the woman’s slipper-clad feet slap the floor wetly on either side of you, you looking up to the gray sky of her jiggling thighs that you can actually hear slowly peel apart as she relaxes. If this wasn’t all enough to make you cringe, you soon are forced to breathe the stench coming off of her sweaty body, a good deal of which is from the slippers you are quickly coming to dread. Not really wanting this woman to be the one who finds you like this, but even more scared of staying unnoticed too long, you decide to get her attention as her thighs part enough for you to see past her tummy to a prettier (and slightly younger) face than you were expecting, framed by long, wavy dark red hair from what you can see in the flashlight’s glow. You are about to start jumping and yelling when one of the boxes buckles, startling her and sending her body a-jiggling once again.
Late though it is, here's a little Halloween item, requested (read: demanded at gunpoint) by a great little deviant named . Good guy, great pictures, annoying person who convinced my by homicidal force to actually WRITE A THING. Maybe I'll actually write something, you know...Like, long. And good.
Okay, anyway, here's a little glimpse at Leon and Natalie, out at the Halloween party mentioned in Sekiko's post here: Halloween Doodle
Everyone take a look, I love his stuff, and he asked me nicely to write this up, by tagging me. First time I've been tagged, and it was fun.
These two are attending a party thrown by Mister/Miss . I'm supposed to tag someone, but I'm slow, so I'm going to just politely ask , , and I guess to come over near m,e so I may touch them in a tagging fashion, if they feel like it.
Okay, anyway, here's a little glimpse at Leon and Natalie, out at the Halloween party mentioned in Sekiko's post here: Halloween Doodle
Everyone take a look, I love his stuff, and he asked me nicely to write this up, by tagging me. First time I've been tagged, and it was fun.
These two are attending a party thrown by Mister/Miss . I'm supposed to tag someone, but I'm slow, so I'm going to just politely ask , , and I guess to come over near m,e so I may touch them in a tagging fashion, if they feel like it.
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