|1||Honeypot ants story request||6||3 July 2015 07:15|
|2||Content 22: Not Everyone Uses DeviantArt Edition||6||27 June 2015 08:58|
|3||manji luo||2||21 June 2015 23:32|
|4||Another story, hope it don't suck!||2||16 June 2015 19:35|
|5||burp||2||13 June 2015 11:11|
|6||Mrcandyman007's stories?||4||10 June 2015 19:23|
|7||Hentai Foundry||10||4 June 2015 19:52|
|8||Daphne & Velma: A Weight Gain Horror RP||1||2 June 2015 18:27|
|9||Shy Girls||2||2 June 2015 01:30|
|10||Odd Story I've Started||4||29 May 2015 03:14|
|11||Powder Blue||1||18 May 2015 22:02|
|12||interactive||173||16 May 2015 16:24|
|13||Looking for Overlai's Stories||34||6 May 2015 09:17|
|14||Distension School - day 1||2||28 April 2015 16:20|
|15||A story that was linked here a while ago.||1||22 April 2015 20:13|
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I know it was here months ago, does anyone still have it?
Girls, Australia, honeypot ants, inflation ensues. You get the idea.
Happen to have Fufu's juicebar stories too? He was brilliant.
Fruit Club Roxy had lived in this town for many years but she had never been to this part before. She had had a boring day and had decided to go for a wander. After some time she had ended up stumbling across this little alleyway and after following it she came to a dead-end and a rather strange-looking little yellow door. “Fruit Club,” she said to herself reading the little plaque above the door, a door no more than four feet high. “Hmmm, must be a dwarf hang-out.” Roxy was a tall girl, just a whisker under six foot in her bare feet. She was also slender and had a nice but unremarkable figure with small pert breasts and a little roll of fat that always seemed to poke suggestively out of the top of her jeans, no matter what size they were. She had short dark spiky hair with a few red streaks in it and rich olive skin. A bit of a tomboy, she was nevertheless very beautiful and had a radiant smile. She shuffled awkwardly on the spot, not sure what to do. It said ‘Open’ on the plaque but she was really going to stand out if this was a dwarf hang-out. However, she was insatiably curious. In the end she decided to have a look. She stooped down and opened the little yellow door. Roxy found herself going down a flight of stairs and was soon greeted with another, more normally-sized door. Maybe it was not a dwarf hang-out after all. She could hear music from the other side. Still nervous, she adjusted herself slightly and went in. It was a room. A very large and very empty room. At the far end she could see the bar, quite a small one, with brightly-coloured taps and many strange-looking tubes that went from behind the bar and under a door next to it, doubtless to the cellar. A woman was sitting at the bar reading something but other than that there was no-one around. She had not acknowledged Roxy’s presence so she decided to take the initiative and went over to talk to the woman. “Hiya,” said Roxy quietly, not wanting to make the woman jump. She did anyway though. “Woah, you startled me,” she said in a rich husky voice. Roxy could see the woman looking all over her body, like she was examining her assets. Maybe she was going to ID her. Roxy doubted it; she was 19 but looked mature for her age. Eve
So I wrote this really long five-part thing a while back and never posted it here first because I don't know why. But now it's here because... well, you know.
The door to the dormitory room opened and Shannon trudged in, dropping her backpack alongside the sofa before collapsing into it, wavy brown hair brushing against her shoulders as she covered her eyes with her forearm. "Oh my god."
Margaret looked up at her roommate from her seat at the table across the room. "What's wrong? The high-speed world of advertising too much for you?"
"No, it's Professor Davis." She pulled her arm away, brown eyes staring at the ceiling. "How can a man with a degree in selling things sound so... unenthusiastic all the time?"
"You mean boring."
"No, it's interesting, it's just that his lectures are-"
Shannon took a bite of her granola bar as she flipped through the textbook, trying to focus. Her roommate Margaret had left to eat dinner at the cafeteria, an invitation that Shannon declined. She wasn't trying to be rude, it was just that, over the past week or so she had been feeling less and less hungry, with the feeling stopping altogether about two or three days ago. Aside from that she felt perfectly fine - great, even - and in light of everything else that happened to her it barely even registered.
Although she didn't experience hunger, she definitely experienced fullness. She learned that the hard way one evening when she went to get a drink, got caught up in the moment and accidentally chugged an entire gallon of milk, then had to spend the rest of the night away from Margaret so she wouldn't have to explain why she had such a pronounced bulge in her stomach. Although she did learn that her body had less give to it in her normal form, so it wasn't entirely a mistake.
She knit her fingers together, stretching her arms over her head, then abruptly pulled her hands apart when she felt her fingers bend bonelessly a bit too far. Mentally she was still the same, but physically her body was like some sort of soft elastic or latex, able to do things she only dreamed about. Nobody seemed to notice - or if they did they didn't say anything - so she could keep living her life the way she used to.
...and yet, why should she? True, she wanted to go into advertising, but that was before all this had happened to her. In light of her changes and everything she experienced, it all seemed so inconsequential. Empty, even. She was given the opportunity of a lifetime, so why not take advantage of it?
Shannon closed the textbook, pushed her chair away from the desk, and stood. Crossing her room she pushed the balcony doors open and stepped outside, slowly turning her head to and fro. Drifting against the wind was a distinct scent, and she smiled and unbuttoned her shirt as her skin began to turn candy apple red.
As Shannon nervously stood before her, clad in a bathrobe, Margaret didn't know what to think. True, she had been acting strange recently, but it wasn't anything too out of the ordinary. On the contrary; considering how much her mood had improved and how often she was going out, Margaret could only assume that she had acquired one hell of a social life. Inviting her into her room like this, though, was simply awkward. "Shannon, what's going on?"
"I just wanted to..." She bowed her head for a few seconds before looking at Margaret again. "I just wanted to say goodbye."
"'Goodbye?' Are you dropping out of college?"
She nodded slowly. "A lot has happened to me these past few weeks, and I've done a lot of thinking about what I really want. Advertising isn't a part of it, not anymore."
"But what are you going to do? Change majors? You can't get a good job these days without a degree, you realize."
"I know." Shannon fell silent again for a few seconds. "Margaret, what do you want?"
"I want to graduate, get a job-"
She shook her head. "No, I mean... what do you want more than that? Even if you can't make a living off of it, even if it's impossible... and what would you do if you could make it a reality?"
Jenn sighed as she made her way down the street. The chill of fall had already set in, and her short skirt wasn't helping. Her sweater and socks were, though the sweater was a Christmas present; all thick and itch. She was a pretty thing, about 5'7, with a good, maturing hourglass figure. And with a small smile, she came to her destination, and knocked. Her friend answered, as this was their house, and smiled herself. Tabby was 5'3, and more into the cute style of her Korean cousins. A very specific style. To each their own.
Tabby sprung to action, quickly pulling Jenn into their place. it was a modest affair, three bed, two bath. An attic, a basement. a stipulation Tabby had made when her parents had offered to get them a college house.
Though Jenn was surprised to see Tabby, as she had been spending the last week at some vacation that she'd been uncharacteristically silent about before she left.
As Jenn walked inside, she noted that Tabby had a better figure, which she'd been complaining about constantly before. So at least the vacation had been good to her.
"Anything happen while I was gone?" Tabby inquired as Jenn shed the itchy mess, flopping onto the couch. "Keith managed to finally stick his foot in his mouth in front of the professor." She chuckled. "Aw man, tell me you got it on tape. " Tabby whined. "better, " Jenn grinned as she looked back at the kitchen. "half the class has it on YouTube." "Good!" Her Korean friends affirmed as she finished pouring a drink. "Maybe you can show me a couple later." as she offered Jenn the glass.
"What's this?" she asked. Looking at the thick glass of... light purple? "it's... new. Made it myself! Organic! Try it, you won't believe it's juice!"
"don't tell me, some super fruit smoothie?" Jenn deadpanned. "No, just try it! it won't hurt you." The smaller girl grumped. "Fine, if it'll get you to stop!" Jenn chuckled as she sipped the drink.
It was... fruity! and creamy, and smoother than a
Did anybody save any of his stories? Specifically the Cream Phase ones?
Someone on DA had the foresight to save the second part of Cream Room, and sent me the link a little while back: http://pastebin.com/zJSnzzDH I know it's not the complete story but hey, it's a start!
Hope that helps!
Does anyone recall that one story on HF called "Meeting the Neighbours" or something? It involved inflating a loli with cream whilst some dude (the audiences surrogate) watched.
It looks like it's been pulled or deleted.
Yeah Tender, but it's the classic case of no one wanting to step up to the plate.
Maybe it's better that way :(
Hello peoples! So after quite some time apart, I've finally found some time to RP with my absolute FAVORITE partner, and we managed to put together a little something fun~ I've decided to post it here for your viewing pleasure! WARNING: Contains bursting!
Daphne and Velma pull up to a spooky old mansion in a beat up old car. The girls took a detour to a fashion show Daphne desperately wanted to see, so they grabbed a rental car to make it a girls' weekend! But now the weekend was over, and it was time to get back to work. Fred had called earlier to tell the girls about a new job that had come up, and they agreed to meet back up at the location. The girls have arrived, however, there's no sign of the boys just yet...
Velma adjusts her glasses and shakes her head.
Velma: "It's just like the boys to be late! Shaggy and Scooby probably wanted to stop for a "snack" again!"
Daphne: "Oh well y'know those two just can't help themselves with those snacks! I just look forward to seeing Fred again~"
Daphne, oblivious to the raised eyebrows from Velma continued to pamper herself with her foundation and applying lipstick whilst pouting into a pocket mirror she flipped out.
A few moments pass before Velma audibly huffs and Daphne shoots a look back at her.
Daphne:"What? You know I didn't go to this fashion weekend just to see other girls looking good!" She retorts defensively. The silence between them feels like an awkward void as she tries to find a way to fill it. Spotting the delapidated shack in front of them, she clasps the mirror closed.
“Good afternoon Organism Eight,” rattled a tin voice.
“Do not struggle. Tearing your stitches will prove most painful.”
Alyssa felt her chest tighten. While the voice's tone was as innocent as girl scout speaking into a soda can, it's message turned her blood cold.
Her erratic, racing heart sent spurts of worried thoughts through her brain. “I can't feel my legs! I can't feel anything! Where am I? And stitches!”
“Your vitals suggest you've noticed your unique situation. You're temporarily paralyzed to avoid any unwarranted retaliation. While you slept I've also made a few alterations to your body. Allow me to show you.” The rattling voice chirped like a text tone, and a sterile humming filled the room.
Alyssa's prison began to tilt upwards, allowing her eyes to greet her reflection in the mirrored walls.
What she saw beyond the glass, strapped to a gurney was unbelievable. The woman's head was shaved short to her scalp and her pierced nose and wild eyes were wet with tears and dribble. Alyssa's eyes followed the moister trail to an enormous pair of full red lips, and hanging limply between them was a long pink tongue, at its end swung a heavy looking weight.
“Don't be alarmed Eight. The weight only serves to loosen and tear the muscles in your tongue. It is mostly painless and has rid you of the ability to speak. This will also make eating very difficult, and you will be doing a lot of that. But fret not, I have thought of everything” the voice beamed, and the familiar humming brought Alyssa closer to the mirrored wall.
I am... curious. I hope there's a reason for the tongue weight. Please continue.
The two words that came to mind most readily were "sludge" and "disgusting." It didn't smell bad - or at all - but upon closer inspection it looked positively awful.
ask if fluid is dangerous
She pointed. "Should I be putting that in my mouth?"
go down a random tunnel
With no clear idea as to where to go, she picked a tunnel at random and proceeded down it, coming to an intersection that looked quite a bit like the one she saw when looking down another tunnel. It probably didn't help that the architecture was completely uniform.
Ask if there is anything worthwhile down here. If not go back, if so keep moving forward.
"Shit", Dawn thought to herself as she hurried down the locker-filled hall towards class 1-B. "I'm late. Ms. Vedeur is going to have a fucking cow." The teen was indeed late, and she feared the consequences. This was no ordinary educational facility. Many years before Dawn was even born, an alien race fleeing their dying homeworld made contact with Earth. These aliens were made up of a variety of different species, in addition to bringing many other non-sentient creatures with them, but most of them had one thing in common; they were semi-parasitic creatures that produced large amounts of h2o within their own bodies, and required a host to empty the fluids into. During the peace negotations, a treaty was made: supply the aliens with women and girls to release their liquid contents, as well as breeding and the human race would be allowed to live alongside the new arrivals. It became the norm for girls to bear swollen bellies full of strange life; and girls mating with alien creatures became a standard way of life all over the world. At this all-female school, girls were taught about and demonstrated with a variety of different alien species. This early in the morning, you could be sure that any swollen bellies were probably due to pregnancy, rather than being full of air or water. The girls were given a choice: mate with aliens and carry their offspring, or be on hand and available for different species to unload their contents into their mouths or bowels.
Dawn reached the classroom door near the end of the hall after hearing some loud groaning and shouts of "Push, push!" from a door a bit further away. She reached for the doorknob as she took a deep breath. The short spunky teen was a bit of a punk, and this wasn't her first time being late. Black kneehigh socks reached just to her luscious, exposed thighs beneath her red and black pleated miniskirt. She wore a black short-sleeved shirt with dark arm sleeves fixed to her shirt via pins. Her green eyes were surrounded by thick black mascarra, flanked by long black locks of her smooth, straight hair. Luscious black lips set in a frown as she opened the door to her classroom, greeted by the sight of her teacher stand
Can anyone assist? I do believe the story was on the dimensions website, in the archives. It was about a woman who turns to BBW modeling for an income, and also does a bit of inflating. The story turns dark near the end, where it's implied the main character is fed until she explodes. I cannot for the life of me remember the title, and in my stupidity I forgot to save it to my personal collection, the post containing the link is gone, plus there's so much to try to dig through on Dimensions. Any help would be greatly appreciated.