text
stringlengths 1
265k
| label
stringclasses 3
values |
|---|---|
"To think about the choices and pick the best one."
A decision is a choice made after a deliberate evaluation of multiple life-changing choices. It involves the process of weighing advantages and disadvantages and considering personal values. Be it small or significant, every task requires decision-making, and every choice has a consequence.
The word "decision" is derived from Anglo-French decision, which comes from the Latin word decisionem, meaning "to decide." Its action word decidere means "to cut," suggesting that "decision" carries the sense of "cutting off" or "cutting away" other possibilities. This underlines the process of selection involved in decision-making.
Positive Action recognizes the significance of decision-making skills in all aspects of life. Healthy decisions are crucial in building healthy habits, ensuring personal growth, and developing essential life skills. To equip students with the skill of making positive choices, Positive Action prepares the following classroom strategies.
Teach problem-solving skills: Problem-solving is at the core of decision-making. Encourage students to identify the problem, brainstorm possible solutions, weigh the pros and cons of each, and then make a decision.
Promote critical thinking: Encourage students to think critically about different scenarios. This can help them evaluate the potential consequences of their choices and make better decisions.
Practice reflection: After decisions are made, have students reflect on the outcomes. Was it a good decision? What could they have done differently? Reflection helps students learn from their experiences and improve their future decision-making.
Teach mindfulness: Mindfulness helps students remain present and avoid impulsive decisions. By being aware of their thoughts and feelings in the moment, students can make more thoughtful and informed choices.
Role-play scenarios: Use role-play to allow students to practice decision-making in a safe environment. This helps them understand the potential consequences of their decisions without real-world risks.
Encourage healthy risk-taking: Decision-making often involves taking risks. Encourage students to take healthy risks, such as trying a new activity or standing up for what they believe in. This will help them build their decision-making confidence.
Teach the importance of values: Personal values can guide decision-making. Help students identify their values and understand how they can use them as a compass when making decisions.
Instill responsibility: Teach students that they are responsible for their decisions and the consequences of those decisions. This can encourage them to think more carefully before making choices.
Model decision-making: As a teacher, you can model good decision-making in your actions. Discuss your thought process when making decisions in the classroom, and be open about learning from mistakes.
Introduce them to useful tools: Introduce students to tools that can aid their decision-making process, such as pros-and-cons lists. These tools can help make decision-making more tangible and structured.
The Positive Action curriculum encompasses six units consisting of lessons designed to foster healthy decision-making. Within these units, students learn problem-solving, critical thinking, resourcefulness skills, and other ways to enhance their mental abilities. It also instills self-honesty and self-awareness in students, recognizing their importance in the decision-making process. | EDUCATION |
fwd: NORTON SYSTEMWORKS CLEARANCE SALE_ONLY $29.99 7126kyiK0-697yFCQ4277rqZm-24
------=_NextPart_000_00E2_80E42E6E.B7623D35
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1"
Content-Transfer-Encoding: base64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| SPAM |
Vowels are the building blocks of syllables. Students need to understand which letters are vowels before they can break words into syllables. In addition, students need to know the difference between long and short vowel sounds. In this week’s Teacher Tip Tuesday, we discuss ways to teach the vowels and their sounds to set students up for success in understanding syllables.
Syllables are defined by vowel sounds. The number of syllables in a word can be determined by counting the number of vowel sounds it contains.
We say short vowel sounds quickly, like the a in “cat.” Closed syllables have short vowel sounds. Here are a few more examples:
Remember to start with sounds
We all know that spelling in English doesn’t always line up with the way the word sounds. This is very true for vowel sounds. The long i sound (“aye”) can be spelled i_e, igh, ie, or even eye!
Before getting to spelling, help students learn which letters are vowels. Teach them what short and long vowel sounds are. Practice hearing and using vowel sounds in different ways.
Join us each week as we cover the scope and sequence for teaching syllables!
Looking for more Teacher Tip Tuesday content? Click here for the Effective Strategies for Teaching English Learners series, complete collection. | EDUCATION |
Shape up for summer now
As seen on NBC, CBS, CNN, and even Oprah! The health
discovery that actually reverses aging while burning fat,
without dieting or exercise! This proven discovery has even
been reported on by the New England Journal of Medicine.
Forget aging and dieting forever! And it's Guaranteed!
Click here:
http://web.kuhleersparnis.ch/hgh/index.html
Would you like to lose weight while you sleep!
No dieting!
No hunger pains!
No Cravings!
No strenuous exercise!
Change your life forever!
100% GUARANTEED!
1.Body Fat Loss 82% improvement.
2.Wrinkle Reduction 61% improvement.
3.Energy Level 84% improvement.
4.Muscle Strength 88% improvement.
5.Sexual Potency 75% improvement.
6.Emotional Stability 67% improvement.
7.Memory 62% improvement.
***********************************************************
You are receiving this email as a subscriber
to the Opt-In America Mailing List.
To unsubscribe from future offers,
just click here:
mailto:[email protected]?Subject=off
| SPAM |
Blossom breast enhancement
Guaranteed to increase, lift and firm your
breasts in 60 days or your money back!!
100% herbal and natural. Proven formula since
1996.
Increase your bust by 1 to 3 sizes within 30-60
days
and be all natural.
Click here:
http://jog.bulkersx.com/blossom
Absolutely no side effects!
Be more self confident!
Be more comfortable in bed!
No more need for a lift or support bra!
100% GUARANTEED AND FROM A NAME YOU KNOW AND
TRUST!
**************************************************
*********
You are receiving this email as a double opt-in
subscriber to the Standard Affiliates Mailing
List.
To remove yourself from all related email lists,
just click here:
mailto:[email protected]?Subject=REMOVE
| SPAM |
You can gain from lowest interest rates in 30 years
Certain chances only come around every few
decades or so. This is one. Why you ask?
Because home loan rates are headed up.
Have you locked in the lowest rate, in almost
thirty years, for your present home loan?
Rates haven't been this low in a long time. They
may well never be this low again. This is your
chance to secure a better future. You could
literally save enough money to buy that new car
you've been wanting or to take that special
vacation. Why wouldn't you jump at this chance?
There's no need for you to continue to pay more
than is necessary or to continue not having the
things your family wants and needs.
We're a nationwide mortgage lender. We're N0T a
broker. And we can guarantee you the best rate
and the best deal possible for you. But only
if you take action today.
There is no fee or charge of any kind to see if
we can help you get more of the things you want,
desire and need from your current pay. You can
easily determine if we can help you in just a few
short minutes. We only provide information in
terms so simple that anyone can understand them.
You won't need to be a lawyer to see the savings,
this we promise.
We offer both first and second home loans and we
will be happy to show you why your current loan
is the best for you. 0r why you should replace
it. And once again, there's no risk for you. None
at all.
Take a couple of minutes and use the link below
that works for you. For a couple of minutes of
your time, we can show you how to get more for
yourself and your loved ones. Don't lose this
chance. Please take action now.
<a href="http://ad.goo.ne.jp/event.ng/Type=click&Redirect=http://61.129.81.99/paul/bren/mortg/">Click_Here</a>
http://ad.goo.ne.jp/event.ng/Type=click&Redirect=http://61.129.81.99/paul/bren/mortg/
Sincerely,
James W. Minick
MortBanc, Inc.
__________________________________________________________________
Your favorite stores, helpful shopping tools and great gift ideas. Experience the convenience of buying online with Shop@Netscape! http://shopnow.netscape.com/
Get your own FREE, personal Netscape Mail account today at http://webmail.netscape.com/
| SPAM |
An adjective describes something; it usually describes a noun. With this printable parts of speech worksheet, students will be asked to add a noun for each adjective to describe. Made easy to print, this activity is perfect for use both at home and in the classroom!
Common Noun Worksheets
What is a common noun? A common noun is a word that refers to a general object rather than a specific one. It is not capitalized unless it's the first word in a sentence. Ex. The dog belongs to the women at the fire station. In this sentence, "dog," "women" and "fire station" are all general terms that refer to a class of items rather than to named individuals. Common nouns are different from Proper Nouns which give a name to a noun. Feel free to use the printable noun worksheets below in class or at home!
With this printable activity, students will practice writing a noun for each letter of the alphabet. All the way from A to Z, see how many creative words your students can come up with! Our Parts of Speech Alphabet Worksheet is perfect for K – 3rd grade, but can be used where appropriate.
Write Common or Proper on the line next to each noun. Then, write three of each.
Read the story. Circle all the nouns. Write them on the lines below the story.
Circle the nouns and cross out words that are not nouns.
Tell whether each noun is common or proper. Write the plural of each word.
Underline the common nouns and circle the proper nouns.
Identifying parts of speech is an important skill to learn in early education! With this printable activity, students will practice writing nouns and adjectives. After reading through a series of adjectives, students will be asked to write a noun for each adjective to describe.
Your student can go funny or serious by filling in the nouns and adjectives in this Thanksgiving grammar worksheet. | EDUCATION |
There was only so much his body could take before it went exponential, and with the planet’s curve becoming increasingly evident, he had long-since gone past the point where he could even think to put a brake on the whole thing. For Myuki, it had ceased being a possibility far before that, and she was but a fraction of Slay’s full size; as far as the wolf was concerned, he had been teetering on the edge of complete upwards collapse, and only very recently tipped over properly… as opposed to the truth of the matter, which was that he’d gone flying past his last barrier of self-restraint long before he’d broken the first mile barrier; considering he stood at several of those, that was saying something, though what exactly he had no idea.
He just knew he was unbelievably horny, he needed to get off, and no matter how many times he came enough to put every breeder on the planet to shame, he was always constantly full; pent-up, blue-balled, stuffed, name a synonym and Slay probably felt it, had probably thought of it himself, overriding every instinct he had with the singular need to cum, be it into Myuki, onto the planet around him, or just wherever he might be pointed.
He didn’t care anymore, nor could he care, as his body was no longer under his direct control; rather, the nanites flowing through his veins and arteries had taken him over completely, redirecting his vital processes and optimising him to the point where he could quite literally be described as the perfect breeding machine. He existed for no other reason than to pump out his seed, and as a result he needed more of it… significantly more. Enough that his nuts, even titanic as they were, were clearly not enough for the sort of flooding that was required of him, and the nanites inside of him knew that better than anyone.
It was child’s play, at that point, to turn the wolf’s insane productivity into yet more mass with which to further upgrade the two seed factories he had growing behind him; the nanites had it down to a literal science, and with very effort they underwent they made Slay bloat even further, with his balls far outpacing the rest of his body. This was significant: excluding those two gargantuan spheres, the lupine colossus was in the two-digit mile count and rising higher still, breaching through multiple cloud layers both vertically and horizontally by that point; it wasn’t just his height that had become something impossibly exaggerated, but his width as well, resulting from his bulk stacking onto itself in an almost obscene manner.
It wasn’t just about improving himself any longer; hell, it was doubtful that it had ever been about that, but if ever there was a pretence, it was well and truly gone. Now, all that mattered was finding an excuse to make him denser and more muscular, and the simple matter of his existence was enough to make that happen, as just standing around constituted enough of a strain on Slay’s body that he grew more powerful as a result; deliberately flexing one of his arms caused so much of a reaction that he inevitably lost control of the arm chosen, having it plummet to the ground below to cause a titanic quake before the rest of his body adapted to all the extra mass the gesture had willed into being.
Every heartbeat seemed to leave him bigger, his entire body pulsating as even the simple act of pumping blood through his veins seemed to be enough to drag more size out of Slay and his nanites. The process was self-sustaining, the causes exacerbated, and he couldn’t even move without triggering so much growth that, after a certain point… he just couldn’t move at all to begin with. It stopped being something he shouldn’t do and became something he couldn’t, no matter how much he tried; paradoxically, he had become too strong to move his body, something that did not escape Slay even in his hyper-aroused state.
He wasn’t in the best of places to appreciate the cosmic irony of it, but he could absolutely tell that he was no longer mobile, and not just because of the two nuts he had billowing out behind him; those were definitely heavy enough to keep him pinned, but it had gone beyond that: he was actually incapable of moving. It took him a bit to understand just why that was, mostly because he was still growing in every direction and the combined pleasure of a cock the size of a whole state being stuck inside a just-slightly-smaller vixen and a dual set of cumtanks so stuffed they might as well be a moment from bursting was… distracting, to say least.
It was hard to even think, much less even focus on anything long enough to understand what was happening; should anyone look in from outside, however, it’d be easy to see that the wolf’s body had reached a critical state where its own bulk had made it impossible for it to move. Slay was no longer merely muscular as much as he was made mostly out of muscle mass stacked on top of itself to such an extreme degree that it was genuinely hard to tell where any one muscle group ended and another began; the whole thing melded onto itself as biceps bulged, abs swelled, lats exploded with size and who knew what else, turning the wolf into something more resembling a mountain of mass than anything else.
And with each second that passed, the mountain only grew wider and taller: the nanites coursing through Slay’s bloodstream had made sure that any effort, no matter how small or insignificant, made him more powerful, and the easiest way to accomplish this was to add a few more dozen feet to whatever random spot on his body had been most stressed in the past second or so… only for the rest of him to have to follow through, creating a self-reinforcing cycle that very rapidly grew out of control. It had begun right when the nanites were first injected, but it took until Slay reached sizes big enough to be seen from orbit for the exponentials to stack hard enough to leave him incapable of moving, buried underneath an amount of bulk that only ever grew more insurmountably massive.
Every second was a ton, then two, then four, until all that Slay could hear was the rumbling of his body overtaking the planet, the creaking of his skin and flesh bulging out and trying to keep up with the demand placed on them by the uncontrolled nanites. Yet, despite the fact that the pressure felt was immense to the point of it being torturous, despite it raising his body temperature high enough that it was comparable to running a high fever, despite him feeling like he was half a second away from popping like a meaty balloon at any given time… it wasn’t bad.
Far from it, in fact, as the “worse” it got, the more pleasure Slay seemed to derive from it, enough to make him question whether or not his masochistic tendencies were more than just the occasional passing mood. He truly and earnestly believed he had passed some kind of cap, that he was well on his way to having his body rupture and spill, for his insides to turn into outsides, only for it to… never come to pass. No matter how close to this supposed edge he got, no matter how much he flirted with disaster, he never seemed to quite pass that threshold into outright collapse, keeping himself steadfastly in one piece despite his body being thoroughly impossible from any objective point of view.
He shouldn’t exist; mortals weren’t supposed to be that massive, that virile, that muscular, that anything, and yet there he was, perfectly happy with continuing to exist despite all evidence saying that he shouldn’t be there, that he shouldn’t be capable of casting a shadow over his home country, that his body shouldn’t be able to develop enough muscle mass to bury itself underneath itself. Yet he did it anyway, because that was just what he did now, it was what he was; even with his head surrounded on all sides by what had to be a mile-deep crevice of his own neck and shoulders, the only thing Slay could bring himself to do was break into an open smile, drooling all over himself as the sensations overtook him, too powerful for him to resist any longer.
It was a testament to how absurd it was that Myuki being stretched around his cock barely registered with him anymore; it was powerful, yes, and still something that drove him wild whenever he managed to focus on it, but with the rest of him being what it was, it was quite literally impossible for him to think on any one source of pleasure for longer than just a couple of seconds before his brain yanked his attention onto something else. He was stuck in a constant ping-pong between different hotspots, each of which was begging to be given top priority, and the end result was he just ended up making himself bigger; the higher the pleasure, the better the pleasure feedback, and the bigger the became, the more nanites he had to work with.
If it had taken him several minutes to go from merely hunky to house-sized, now all it took was seconds to add a whole mile or two in every direction, mere seconds for his balls, by that point large enough to start causing tectonic quakes across the planet, to bloat so much they created sonic shockwaves through sheer air displacement alone. He didn’t even know how big he was, nor even if he was still on the planet at all; his mass was such, his density so ridiculous, that he no longer felt the gravitational pull of the Earth, instead being his own well, pulling other cosmic objects towards him.
It wouldn’t surprise him if he wasn’t even standing on anything, and the solid ground he felt beneath his feet was actually his legs’ muscle mass growing over his claws and keeping them well and truly trapped underneath more bulk than should be physically possible. Meanwhile, Myuki was still there, still speared by miles and miles of dick, still being swollen into a balloon of such unbelievable slorshiness that its constant cacophony could be heard above the constant and interminable creaking emanating from Slay’s much larger body.
A competition, but not one to last for too long; with the process having become exponential in nature, and with said exponentials stacking on one another again and again, the wolf had maybe a few seconds in between realising he couldn’t move and doing the next best thing: hopping. It was the last motion he was still capable of, and even then he didn’t know if it would even remotely work. He still tried though; he had to, lest he be planetbound for the rest of his existence, and with a body like his, being forced to remain on a single planet was tantamount to heresy.
Not that he was a god or anything, of course, but purely because it stood in the way of his perpetual self-indulgence, and that was not acceptable. He was getting off, that much was non-negotiable, and any attempts at stopping him were little more than sacrilege upon his divinely-mandated growth spurt; him and Myuki were destined to become that large, he just knew it, and as such it was his right to demand as much damned room as he damned well needed… and if this meant claiming space for himself, then that was just the next logical step in a progression that had already lost any and all meaning.
He could feel himself growing, and that was all that mattered: he could feel every inch, despite there being so many of them that he could barely even begin to count them all; he could feel every surge, every heartbeat, every instant where his form was stretched and moulded, refined by the nanites turning his body into some kind of temple to virility itself. Or perhaps turning him into the very avatar of it, given how gigantic his balls had become; honestly, he looked away for five minutes and suddenly those things were…well, it was hard to describe just how big they were without resorting to words that didn’t exist; that, plus the fact that he couldn’t exactly see them, what with the copious amounts of himself in the way, but he could definitely feel them.
And there was a lot there for him to feel; indeed, just trying to graze the subsection of his mind in charge of keeping his nuts functioning was enough to make him black out for several seconds, and it took considerable practice before he could even begin to try comprehending how massive he had become… and quite literally so, at that. It wasn’t just that he was big (which he definitely was), but that his nuts were also the main manufacturing centre for the uncountable nanite factories working tirelessly to turn every spare ounce of his seed into more mass for the rest of him; not just that, but further iterating upon the already-overclocked design for his cum factories, allowing them to slam right into a self-perpetuating and ever-escalating process that wouldn’t end until his nuts were big enough to swallow the whole planet up.
Not that they weren’t close; Slay himself might not be able to see it, but his pair had already overtaken a good half of Earth without him even noticing, and showed no signs of stopping whatsoever! If only he could hear or see outside of his prison of neckbulk, then maybe the wolf would’ve been able to see himself rolling over the landscape, the two gargantuan orbs mostly made out of solid, dense flesh with the occasional river of cum blasting across it through nanite-reinforced canals; he would’ve seen his sack, looming over the planet, not just casting a shadow over much of it, but outright flattening a good chunk as well in its inexorable advance outwards and upwards.
Hell, if he bothered to try and sense it, he would quickly figure out that most of his gravitational imbalance was coming from behind him, owing to the frankly ludicrous amounts of mass he was carrying on those nuts of his, mass that was only ever replicated, made denser, and turned in on itself until it began encroaching upon the critical point for complete inward collapse. Really, it was only the nanites themselves actively counteracting their own criticality that kept those cumtanks from turning into black holes, or at least extremely dense neutron stars; even then, it was enough to destabilise the Earth’s crust to the point where it already began cracking, the planet being torn apart thanks to the tidal forces involved in just… everything about Slay, really.
Not that he himself cared; it was hard to conjure up the amount of brainpower needed to truly take anything into consideration when so much of it was being spent on trying to process the ungodly amount of sensory overload he was saddled with. Everything, from the smallest of wind currents to the vacuum of space, conspired to drive him mad with a combination of ecstatic bliss and some odd, unfathomable sort of agonised pleasure. It was hard to explain; maybe this was what gods felt when they ascended, or perhaps his unfortunate brain just wasn’t capable of understanding what it was being made to go through.
After all, most of the nanites were focused entirely on improving the density and productivity of his nuts, not necessarily his neuron connections, leaving his main processing centre dreadfully unprepared for the sort of horrific abuse it was being put through. Still, he couldn’t complain… and quite literally at that, given that he could barely even muster up the willpower to whimper, much less produce words; if anyone could hear him over the rumbling of his body, they’d only get a low, gravelly rumble, indistinguishable from a half-formed growl, and nothing more than air escaping from the wolf’s lungs through gritted teeth.
It was too much for him to take, and as a result he ended up just letting his body take the wheel and decide where things went from there; impossible to control, impossible to contain, and just as Myuki very quickly found out, impossible to empty out as well. Much as she was ready to “take it all”, to do this would be physically impossible, because there was no “all”; there was no point at which Slay would stop producing, nor was there any upper cap to the amount of cum those planet-crushing balls of his could dispense before they had to stop and refill.
In between his sheer size and the nanites swirling around within him, it’d be shocking if he was even capable of reaching an “end” state, as opposed to simply growing eternally until there was nothing in existence that wasn’t at least part of him. In due time, however; for now, Slay was more than happy with what he had, mostly because he didn’t really have any means of understanding what this was, nor did he quite grasp the degree to which his body had been modified and improved. He knew he was large, but not that he had outgrown the planet; he knew his nuts had bloated, but not so much that they made the rest of his body look tiny by comparison.
And he knew Myuki was still there wrapped around his dick, but not that she’d been bloated into becoming a cum blimp whose gut far surpassed the planet in size just from how stuffed it was before Slay himself had reached that point. Yet now that he was there, now that he had become big enough that his homeworld was nothing if not a companion in a gravitational dance, there wasn’t much that could stop him, not without him putting a deliberate stop to the proceedings; much as Slay didn’t recall, he had been told of a way to stop the nanites via the use of a special command, a way to get them to become inert until they were ordered to come back on.
He didn’t remember what it was, and even if he did, he wouldn’t use it; to think that he would ever want to stop was insanity, not when he had everything he could ever want right there at his beck and call! He might not quite grasp just how immense he had become, but the wolf knew two things: Myuki was there with him, and the two of them didn’t have to stop. Just as long as these two facts remained unquestioned, then he was perfectly with the way things were going, end of story. No ifs, no buts, no questions or concerns about their future, no worries about stupid shit like rent or jobs or their economic stability in the future, just the two of them, together, alone, expressing their utmost adoration for one another in the one way they knew best.
Granted, most of the planet was privy to it, or at least the portions that survived, but that hardly mattered; let the population of the world know just how much the two of them loved each other, for it was not a secret to be kept. Rather, a truth to be spread as far and wide as possible, that all might see their devotion to one another, their adoration, how far they would go to make their better half happy and content. That this mostly took the form of rampant rutting wasn’t really important, only that it take some form to begin with; and, just as long as it didn’t stop, it could only get better: the bigger they became, the more of them there was to love, and the better the two could express said love through their animalistic fucking.
For Slay in particular however, this didn’t exactly mean anything; he was too big to move, and this meant he couldn’t really thrust into Myuki as much as he could’ve before, leaving his natural bodily motions to do most of the work for him. Every heartbeat sent shockwaves coursing through his body, pumping blood in such large quantities that his entire form seemed to pulsate because of it; every second made him ripple and bulge out, his muscles tensing up and growing to the point where they had no recourse but to distort and bury him further, as the wolf simply lacked any room in which to stack even more bulk.
And deep down below it all, at the bottom of the canyon created by his neck, was his face, embedded into a wall of muscle mass bigger than an entire country and only growing larger still with each passing moment: his eyes rolled upwards, his tongue lolling out, his nostrils flaring at the onslaught of musk and pheromones that came from his body’s hormonal system being hijacked and repurposed by the nanites in his bloodstream for even further improvement. He was no longer in control; hell, he couldn’t decide when to pump cum into Myuki on account of his motor control having been taken away from him.
But he could still want more, and it was this desire that further enticed the nanoscopic robots inside of him to go even beyond what should technically be possible, even with the ludicrous amount of physics-breaking that came with being able to manipulate matter on such a fine level. They were tuned to his brain, and with this came a deep, almost supernatural understanding of everything that went through the wolf’s head: every stray thought, every errant desire, every single occasion where his thought patterns coalesced for long enough that he actually thought of something as opposed to merely acting off of instinct, all of them were processed through the nanites’ neural network, analysed for their potential towards self-improvement, then put into practice if approved.
With his mind thus turned into an organic idea farm, it was stupendously easy for the artificial lifeforms within Slay to take over the show completely, and to an extent, this was precisely what they were supposed to do. They had originally been injected into him in order to “improve” him, a directive that, for all intents and purposes, the nanites were still following; at no point had they done anything other than make him better, so much so that Slay was most likely biologically immortal and entirely indestructible at the sizes he’d reached. The issue, if it could even be called that, is that the nanites had never been given instructions on when to stop; had the team behind them remembered to input a simple condition that imposed a strict limit on how far the machines were allowed to go, they would’ve remained inert after attaining this specific level of perfection.
Alas, no such hard cap existed, ensuring the creation and perpetuation of a vicious cycle: Slay’s body was upgraded in a variety of ways, which then became his new baseline, meaning that he needed to be improved further. Rinse and repeat until he was bigger than a house, then bigger than a city, and now, after such a deliciously short time, bigger than his entire planet, and that was without taking his nuts into consideration. And still, he wasn’t finished, since, after all, he was that big, and being that big meant that he could absolutely be bigger, creating a new goal for the nanites to strive towards; really, they didn’t even need to take what the wolf wanted into consideration, as they could simply keep going in the direction they had been and it would be enough.
But by harvesting the thoughts and desires of their master, by listening to what Slay most wanted and making it a reality, the machines therefore obeyed their prime directive and ensured there would be further tasks for them at the same time, an efficient solution to an otherwise vague and difficult-to-solve problem. After all, what did “improve” mean? It might very well have a radically different definition depending on whoever one asked, and the nanites themselves weren’t nearly smart enough to know what that might be for Slay… well, not initially at least.
Now that there were a few dozen quadrillion of them, it was simple enough to connect all of them in a complex network of microprocessors, each one adding to a total that far surpassed the capacity of a single mortal mind, and all of it directed towards one, singular goal: making Slay better. Making him bigger, making him productive, making him more muscular, until anyone looking in from a distance would see not a planet, but the wolf, his colossal, bulky frame expanding with every passing second, bulging out and popping bigger as each heart beat made his already titanic levels of mass become even greater!
Spacetime itself was distorted in his presence, the density of his form such that even the nanites couldn’t hold it at bay anymore; time would wind down and up, backwards and forwards as it tried to comprehend just what in blazes was happening to it, all while the wolf’s homeworld was ripped asunder by the gravitational pull of one of its former children. Myuki, by then a blank as her insides were blasted with enough cum to breed the entire universe several times over, was kept conscious only through the action of her own nanites, who saw fit to make sure the vixen didn’t black out for fear that she might miss out on even a fraction of the pleasure she was owed.
And together, they grew yet more, Slay in particular undergoing transformations of such magnitude that it was more adequate to call them jumps rather than just a single growth spurt; the exponentials had stacked high up enough that any change in size left him so much larger than he had been before it that it seemed more like the wolf’s body was being puffed up by some kind of unseen pump, rhythmically inserting countless tons of mass into him at increasingly faster rates, all while his nuts continued to put the rest of him to shame as they blotted out the sun.
They were too big, in fact; even as Slay himself still struggled to occupy most of the space between the orbits of Venus and Mars, having already broken the Moon apart and taken the Earth’s place around the Sun, the star itself was being torn into ribbons by the two gargantuan spunk factories floating behind the wolf. They were about as big as the stellar fusion engine… for about a second or two before they outgrew it, and quite effortlessly so at that: one moment each orb was comparable to the gigantic plasma sphere, and in the next they were nudging it away from where it was, disrupting its orbital path around the centre of the galaxy.
It wouldn’t take much more than that before the Sun itself was syphoned away, as the nanites within Slay had learned a valuable lesson: they might’ve wasted the Earth and its constituent materials entirely, but they weren’t about to do that with a whole stellar mass. The star was right there, and with nothing to stop them, the machines made him big enough to start bumping against the star, his mass such that it was absorbing all of its radiant heat and turning it into further usable energy, all of it pumped back into Slay. Soon, they were outright ripping the Sun apart, draining its plasma away, layer by layer, until it began to visibly shrink; it would take a while before they were done, and by then the wolf would be large enough to not make a difference, but if he was that big already, then they might as well go the full mile and do something about those sources of size that were lying around without anyone using them.
So, while the giant lupine breeding machine was busy losing his mind even more than he already had, the countless nanomachines inside and outside of him, the latter having created a halo of sorts around his body, were busy pushing a star’s worth of additional matter into him, all of it repurposed into more bulk, more muscle, more nutflesh for the cum factories. No longer was he thinking about anything, freed at last from the burden of having to produce his own coherent thoughts; he was a creature of instinct now, one that existed purely to live through whatever random whim passed through his head, more so the product of his physicality than anything remotely intellectual.
He was a breeder, a giant, a pile of muscles stacked atop further muscles, infinitely growing, neverending, forever to be made better and more perfect as time went on. And so was Myuki, his lovely Myuki, the most perfect vixen to ever exist, that ever could have existed; only she could have ever withstood the onslaught that he provided, only she could have taken his loads and not just survived, but thrived off of them. Only she could have been there along with him, and only she would ever be there at all, now that he was too big to do much of anything by himself. He was a machine; a well-oiled one, a finely-tuned one, but a machine regardless, one built out of a perpetual cycle that fed on itself until it became unsustainably all-consuming.
But he didn’t care. He couldn’t care. Buried by bulk and growing ever-larger, how could he care? His time was better served living in this perpetual state of blissful apathy, where he descended into an ocean of raw pleasure and just… floated there. Enjoying himself.
Until it finally broke.
He’d already been unloading in Myuki for long enough that it probably broke every record stacked on top of itself and multiplied by the sum total, but it rapidly became clear that what he’d been experiencing was less him climaxing and more of a warm-up for what he was truly capable of. Sure, it was powerful, far more so than what he ever thought possible, but when he felt the underside of his cock bulging out, the vein puffing up as the full release came crashing through, he knew it was over.
Well, metaphorically at least. Fact of the matter was, he was only getting started. As soon as the dam broke and the waters came rushing in, all Slay could do was let it happen; couldn’t clench, couldn’t pull back (even if he wanted to, which he most certainly did not), and there wasn’t anything he could do about Myuki, who suddenly, and very violently, nearly tripled in size just from how much her lover’s cock bulged out with raw size. And when the cum flood came, when the wolf actually orgasmed and his nuts began to drain properly… well, even then he wouldn’t get any rest.
Cumming was supposed to release the pressure. He was supposed to shrink as the contents of his nuts were pumped out of him and into whoever was lucky enough to be the recipient. But he was no longer himself, and he was no longer in control: the nanites were. And as their productivity rose, so too did their ability to withstand immense pressure, hence why, no matter how hard he came, Slay found that he wasn’t actually emptying out.
Granted, it took him a while to realise that was the case, given how he spent a good hour or so wracked by the force of the climax, but as soon as he came back to, he found that his balls were, if anything, bigger than before! Not just that, but his cock too had fattened up considerably, with the bottom side of it flaring out even further as the lower part of it swelled far in excess to the rest of it in a vain attempt at catering to the immense, almost immeasurable quantities of cum that he was producing on a second-to-second basis.
And he wouldn’t stop. He couldn’t stop, and this reality would only become more apparent the longer the orgasm went on and the stronger it became: that no matter how hard he came, he would only keep going harder still.
Forever. | STORY |
RE:More info/grant money
Below is the result of your feedback form. It was submitted by
Lizzy young ([email protected]) on Thursday, August 2, 2001 at 08:13:36
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
message: Here is the information you requested:
If you are interested in learning how to get $10,000
to over $500,000 in free money, for Business, Education,
or personal needs, Please visit our website at:
http://1chn.com/ch7/
We strongly oppose the use of SPAM email and do not want anyone who does not
wish to receive our mailings to receive them. As a result, we have retained
the services of an independent 3rd party to administer our list management
and remove list(www.removeyou.com). This is not SPAM. If you do not wish to
receive further mailings, please click below and enter your
email at the bottom of the page. You may then rest-assured that you will
never receive another email from us again. http://www.removeyou.com The
21st Century Solution.
I.D. # 030500
Regards'
P. K. Marketing
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
| SPAM |
This worksheet is centered around the concept of opposites, specifically focusing on antonyms in sentence contexts. It contains eight sentences, each with a blank space and an italicized word. The students are given directions to fill in the blank with the opposite of the italicized word, which is also provided in parentheses as a hint. The sentences are simple and structured to clearly convey the meaning of the word that needs to be contrasted.
The worksheet is designed to teach students how to use antonyms in the context of writing and speaking. It reinforces their understanding of words by asking them to apply opposites in complete sentences, which helps in enhancing their grammar and vocabulary skills. By providing the antonyms in a contextual setting, it also aids in improving their reading comprehension. Additionally, this exercise encourages students to think about word relationships and how changing a single word can alter the meaning of a sentence. | EDUCATION |
As you read, imagine you are the protagonist.
- What challenges are you facing?
- What fears or concerns might you have?
- What may prevent you from acting in the way you ought?
- Who was Harriet Beecher Stowe?
- What was Stowe’s purpose in writing Uncle Tom’s Cabin?
- How did Stowe attempt to fight the injustice of slavery?
- How did Harriet Beecher Stowe help to promote freedom for others?
Discuss the following questions with your students.
- What is the historical context of the narrative?
- What historical circumstances presented a challenge to the protagonist?
- How and why did the individual exhibit a moral and/or civic virtue in facing and overcoming the challenge?
- How did the exercise of the virtue benefit civil society?
- How might exercise of the virtue benefit the protagonist?
- What might the exercise of the virtue cost the protagonist?
- Would you react the same under similar circumstances? Why or why not?
- How can you act similarly in your own life? What obstacles must you overcome in order to do so?
- Students will examine Harriet Beecher Stowe’s actions in fighting against the injustice of slavery.
- Students will understand ways in which they can fight injustice in their own lives.
- Students will apply their knowledge of justice towards the fair and equal treatment of others. | EDUCATION |
Call me 93910
Hello I am your hot lil horny toy.
I am the one you dream About,
I am a very open minded person,
Love to talk about and any subject.
Fantasy is my way of life,
Ultimate in sex play.
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm
I am Wet and ready for you.
It is not your looks but your imagination that matters most,
With My sexy voice I can make your dream come true...
Hurry Up! call me let me Cummmmm for you..........................
TOLL-FREE: 1-877-451-TEEN (1-877-451-8336)
For phone billing: 1-900-993-2582
--
_______________________________________________
Sign-up for your own FREE Personalized E-mail at Mail.com
http://www.mail.com/?sr=signup
| SPAM |
Question From Patrick In Ireland
------=_NextPart_000_0066_62CFF34B.9C652FBA
Content-Type: text/html
Content-Transfer-Encoding: base64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==
------=_NextPart_000_0066_62CFF34B.9C652FBA--
| SPAM |
Clear Up Your Credit Online
Do you have bad credit and want to have good credit?
You can now access and clear up your credit online!
Watch your credit improve daily with real time credit updates
http://www.webcredit2002.com/?CID=1080&MID=12600
| SPAM |
In numbers we need to count the correct number of object and then color the picture accordingly.
This activity develops the skills of counting. The fun-ideas of learning counting by coloring the correct number of object that creates the awareness of the basic concept of counting in math. Here we mainly need quantitative analysis. Kids will have fun while learning counting and coloring the page.
We will enjoy counting and coloring the correct number of objects mentioned. Parents and teachers can also encourage and guide the kids to count and color the objects. It should create a joyful learning environment.
Math Only Math is based on the premise that children do not make a distinction between play and work and learn best when learning becomes play and play becomes learning.
1. Count and color the correct number of object:
2. Write the number for each number name and then draw the correct number of balls:
To download the above picture Click Here.
Free kindergarten math printable worksheets have been graded systematically to help children progress naturally.
Coloring Page 1
Coloring Page 2
Coloring Page 3
Coloring Page 4
Coloring Page 5
Coloring Page 6
Coloring Page 7
Coloring Page 8
Coloring Page 9
Coloring Page 10
Coloring Page 11
Coloring Page 12
Coloring Page 13
Color by Number Worksheets 14
Worksheet on Joining Numbers | EDUCATION |
[i](F&M tf Wolf, Hybrid, Merge)[/i]
Joyce held down the picture she clipped from the newspaper for Lobo to see. "See? That is why I had to brush your fur. Now I have a picture of us, and don't you look handsome~?"
Lobo tilted his head, let out a huff, and then walked to the other side of the room to plop down in a beam of sunlight from the window. Lobo is a grey wolf... so substantially larger and more feral than a house pet typically is. And frankly; illegal to own within the city in most circumstances.
Theodore walked into the room, looking rather well dressed. "Are you ready Joy?" She let out a grumbling sigh and Theo just smiled sympathetically. "This is the last one."
She grabbed her handbag and scoot across the room to him. "How many different places are going to interview me? They all ask the same questions too... just, copy and paste what the other news outlets are already reporting. It is not like my answers are going to suddenly change..." She glanced back to Lobo. "Be good while I am out, okay?" Lobo did not even open his eyes, he just let out another huff in reply.
Joyce is very lucky to be alive, you see. Two months ago she was on a plane ride about to visit another branch of her work as an ambassador of her own branch. Theodore was already sad to have to see her go for a full week, they already have often clashing work schedules making it difficult to plan outings normally. Due to some turbulent weather and the smaller size of the plane- the pilot decided not to risk it and took a longer route around to their location... not realizing that normal flight paths avoid the area because there are wyvern nests in the cliffs. Wyverns are the dumbest of the dragonids, but even they are still smart enough to know a plane is made of metal and cannot be eaten, so they did not attack the plane. Two wyvern were attacking each other mid-air over a chunk of a dire bear carcass, and did not even see the plane as it desperately tried to evade them- but wyvern are a lot faster and more graceful than most planes. The plane crashed into and killed one wyvern, crushing it against the ground as the plane crashed into a densely forested area around a shallow mountain. Joyce and a man named Florence were the only survivors.
Why did it take two months for a rescue? Well... the wyverns. They took one plane down by complete accident- if you send more planes to scan the area, they are also just going to get ripped out of the sky. Joyce and Florence tried to remain close to the crash to make it easier to be found, but they also had to try and gather resources to not starve to death. That was also a challenge, because the area is home to some rather large predators. Wyvern are carrion beasts- they will only steal kills that someone else made; they only actually attack the sick or elderly, because they don't like it when the prey fights back. However... the plane crash killed another wyvern. They are not above cannibalism. Joyce and Florence were beside the crash when the other wyvern came looking for the smell of blood coming from its own fallen, and thinking the humans were trying to steal the carcass- it attacked them and killed Florence.
Wyvern are not particularly huge especially by dragon standards, but they are still three times as big as the largest human. Seeing how pathetically weak they were when it killed Florence with almost no fight- it started snapping at Joyce too. It cannot fly below the canopy of the forest or it will collide with all the trees, so it was drastically hindered in its movement, but it still gave Joyce a good chase. She seemed to be as good as dead- but that is also when she met Lobo.
Lobo is the alpha of his pack, and they swarmed the wyvern almost immediately. Though they are only a fraction of its size- wolves always hunt in packs, and the wyvern stood absolutely no chance against around forty wolves diving in on it from different directions in a coordinated attack, each ripping off a section of meat as they went. Joyce feared she ran from one predator straight into the next but Lobo had no intention of eating her. At least not in that sense.
Now that she is back in civilization she has become a local legend and everyone is celebrating her brave tale of survival. Of how the wolves adopted her as one of their own, sharing their food with her so that she may survive till rescue came. That is the story she is giving them anyway, and Theodore too. Dreading having to at some point tell him the truth. Lobo took her in as an exotic bitch for his pack. Joyce wasn't sure anyone would find her, and she was going to be spending her entire life out there... sooo she has kinda been cheating on Theo for two months... with a wolf. That is why Lobo left his pack and insisted on following Joyce back into the city- he considers her his mate. The only souvenir he himself took is a very long narrow bone from the wyvern wing- a memento of the day he met her. And just a REALLY good chew bone.
Knowing Lobo saved her life; the people of Stonegale City were accepting of Lobo coming here- though most were too afraid of the wolf still to approach him. He remained by Joyce at all times though, and when she went out he just remained in the house waiting. As a retired alpha- Lobo was not too keen on taking orders though. He did not understand human rules and did not want to deliberately cause trouble with the humans, knowing he is surrounded by them now, so he very reluctantly played along. He is an older wolf now- a retired alpha. He just wanted to relax in his retirement with his mate. Lobo's face is marked with two scars- visible as bald dull pink flesh where fur can no longer regrow- a cut on his left brow and eyelid, and one dividing his muzzle horizontally across the middle. His iris are a beautiful gold.
Joyce remains at home now- her old job offered her the position back once they found out she is actually still alive, but after all that trauma she decided to just be a stay-at-home sort of girlfriend for Theo. That also meant she had alone time with Lobo while Theo was out at work with his own job. She felt bad about it, so she tried to resist Lobo, but she also really likes Lobo! The longer she waits to tell Theo, the harder it gets to tell him at all.
Theodore came home from work one day a bit early and heard a bit of a clatter in the study and went to check. He found Joyce sitting at the desk with the laptop open, and her face oddly quite red. Had he walked around the room he would have noticed the laptop isn't even turned on.
"Hey, you okay? Your face is red."
"Y-well, I dropped something by accident and tried to grab it without getting out of my seat- all the blood went to my face because my head was upside down looking for it, haha."
"Ah. Where... is Lobo?" He is always around her, but he was nowhere to be seen in the room, nor did he spot the wolf on the way in.
"I am not sure... maybe he went to the bathroom? He is so quiet it is easy to lose track of him."
"Mm, yea. Anyway, I will make dinner tonight since I am home early."
"Oooh, okay, thanks."
Theodore closed the door behind himself to leave her to the study and Joyce breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Lobo under the desk with his butt aimed up into her lap- because his knot is still tied with her pussy. They were fucking in the study on the soft shaggy carpet when Theo came back- but they could not pull apart because they are tied.
"I reaaaaallly need to tell him. Tonight." Lobo grumbled. "Doing this behind is back isn't right!"
And she did tell him, over dinner. Considering the topic; it did not go that badly... the discussion did go on well into the night though, and since she brought it up at dinner, the both ended up with leftovers because the food got cold while they were rather loudly discussing what she had done. Theodore did not blame her for 'cheating' on him while out in the wilds- if she did not play along with the wolves she could have wound up dead. Like humans, wolves bleed during that 'special time' of the month, and when a predator smells blood- it gets excited. Joyce had been out there for two months and a few days; she had two periods out there, and the wolves would have just assumed she was in heat, even though humans don't really go into heat. So the fact she ended up having to have sex with the wolves made sense, because she had to essentially live like they do in order to survive. Lobo is the alpha, so obviously he gets the first pick of whoever he wants.
The part that tripped Theo up, is that she brought Lobo back with her... and continues to have sex with him. At first he just suggested to sign her up for therapy, thinking she had Stockholm syndrome. Lobo had saved her life, and has always treated her well! Joyce was in a precarious placement where she definitely still loved Theo, but she also loves Lobo. They were two different types of lovers though. As a wolf; Lobo obviously isn't great for conversation, he isn't going to take her out on a date. Lobo is a wild love, sex, quiet companionship, protection. Theo is your standard lover; romance, intellectual conversation, and... well, financial soundness now that she abandoned her job. Lobo obviously cannot replace Theo, but he fills other needs. Theo was not very happy about letting Lobo stay with them after discovering what he was doing with her while his back was turned, but ultimately agreed to it- at least for now.
Theo plopped down in bed, glancing at the book on the nightstand, wondering if he should read for a bit or go to sleep early. Joyce sauntered in from the attached bathroom wearing nothing but a small shirt and panties, catching his attention quickly enough- not planning to go to sleep, but not planning to read either.
Joyce is quite the sight- very wide hips and a bubble butt, long wildly wavy hair to her mid-back, and she is as tall as Theo is. Her skin is a deep red-brown, her hair raven black, and her eyes a pale ice-blue, like full moons in a night sky. Her areola were a bit puffy and bumpy, though relatively small in diameter and have a solid edge to them, and her nipples perfectly defined cylinders. Her nipples were absolute black against her already dark skin- and her lips were an extremely dark red. Joyce's breasts are a pert D cup- a bit too large for the average person's hand to fully encompass, but taut enough that they jiggle rather than wobble.
Theodore clearly has some Gaelic blood in him, because he stands in harsh contrast with her with very pale rosen hued flesh. Man couldn't get a suntan to save his life, but he will get a sunburn after about ten seconds of being outside. His hair is wavy but he keeps it too short for anyone to tell- flame red in color. He has a little bit of scruff on his chin right now but will shave that off in the morning- the only facial hair he generally keeps are his very bushy sideburns. He has a thin mat of red hair on his forearms and chest too. He is fairly muscular but not particularly bulbous muscle- it is practical muscle not show muscle. He works at a company that does building restoration and repair so he hauls around rather heavy equipment and materials during the day. His eyes are emerald green- like the rollin' hills o' the highlands.
"I will prove to you that having Lobo around hasn't made me love you any less!"
Theo huffed. "I don't want to make you jump through hoops to prove yourself to anyone..."
She was already climbing onto the foot of the bed on all fours, her wide hips swaying back and forth like a pendulum, keeping time with her movement. When she clawed up over his legs though, she motioned to the nightstand on her side of the bed which had a large grimoire on it.
"Since I first got back I have been thinking about using magic to maybe help communicate with Lobo, y'know? Or just put myself into the form of a wolf to experience what him and his pack do. But then I thought- I could use it to help you share the experience I did!"
"Teleport me to the forest to be ripped open by dragons?"
She grabbed the grimoire and swatted his forehead with it. "To fuck a wolf. I copied a wolf transformation spell I can use on myself. Haha- get fucked by a wolf as a woman and fucked by a man as a wolf, you must think I am a freak..."
"Freaky, yes, freak, no. Not sure how I feel about that but... I guess I will try it? I mean, it is still you on the inside." He seen her taking a separate page out of the book that she copied the spell onto it. "You know you can just activate the runes in the grimoire itself, right?"
"Yea but the version in the grimoire is for turning me fully into a feral beast; mind too. So I made a separate copy that skips the step that transfers my humanity to another vessel, so I retain my humanity in wolf form."
She activated the spell while sitting up on her knees on either side of Theo's legs. Theo could actually feel her bones shifting through vibrations into the bed. The transformation was very quick, so it is a good thing she did not attempt this while standing completely upright or she would have immediately fallen over. The first change that hit her was fur- a prickly and warm feeling on her shins, forearms, and upper back all at once, causing her to squirm and cry out in surprise. When the same feeling hit her crotch she yelped and fell forward, holding herself off of Theo by only one hand, and her tits jostling around just off his crotch, causing an erection to slowly tent the sheet between them.
Joyce's pubes replaced themselves entirely with black fur instead, but the most intense was the fur that grew from her tailbone- because it was also accompanied by growth of the bone and muscle around it at the same time, magnifying the sensation enough to make her nearly flop over entirely; squirming around trying to escape the intense feeling on reflex. In only a couple of seconds her tail bone stretched into a chubby cone, then a fluffy noodle, and finally a full and proper tail! A wolf tail is quite bushy, so the black fur is nearly seven inches long on her tail! This also caused the fur from her crotch to spread and join the fur from the base of her tail quickly.
The fur that started on her forearms and shins swept down to her hands and feet fast, and when her knuckles became hairy her hands let out dull crunching sounds and the bones there started to shift abruptly. Fat gathered and swelled bubbles out of the skin, which caused the skin to become denser and darkened to true matte black! Pads on the tips of each finger as well as a fat pad between the base of each finger- so close together that they are partially fused together taking up the entire top of the palm... which does not sound like much, but her palm is also stretching much longer!
The balls of her feet and the fronts of her palms actually swelled with muscle and meat beyond just the pads- creating a wedge of meat to stand on. This meant that her fingers and toes were sort of permanently crooked slightly around the curvature of this muscle structure, so they did not extend nearly as far out off her palm as before even though skeletally they are exactly the same length. The digits also bulked up a bit, so they rub together a bit when she moves them, unless she for some reason deliberately spreads them.
The body of her hand remained the same structure- it just got much, much longer, which also causes her thumb to be distanced from the rest of her digits, shrinking and regressing into dew claws. Her nails thickened, but also narrowed- getting darker with each added layer till they were long claws, though the ends of them are not especially sharp. Wolves have no mechanism to extend or retract their claws really, so their points naturally dull against the ground as they walk.
With a tail already wagging behind her on reflex and all four limbs turning canine, Joyce was hit with a sudden... dulling of her thoughts. It was a heat but not a physical heat, a... mental heat? Her crotch tingled with an automatic pleasure as the nerves came to life on their own and started to squirm into a new shape! She spotted the tent in the sheets over Theo's crotch and immediately scoot forward and sat down- grinding her pussy into his shaft through the sheet!
Her hips popped loudly causing her to gasp sharply in surprise- her hips were quite wide for a human, but they quickly shrank and compressed, becoming extremely narrow, but also deep. This caused her torso on her lower body to change proportions so her organs still fit- this bulged out the area just over her crotch and consequently shoved her pubic mound back to make room! Her pussy now faced backward fully- because rather than a gradual slope her crotch was now more of a cylinder, so the pubic floor is at more of an angle from the rest of her. Incidentally this also made it easier to grind on him from a sitting position.
Her hips shifting also sped along the transformation of her thighs as the fur from both her lower back and lower legs consumed it from two different angles at once. Her thighs became much flatter, but longer width-wise, making them more disk shaped.
Joyce let out a slightly delirious chuckle and her entire body shivered at the feeling of her pussy changing shape. Her clitoral hood thickened and fused to the upper side of her clit making them inseparable, and then following the edges of the hood her labia started to fatten and darken into a glossy black as they projected further and further out off her torso! The lower portion pulled into two soft points, causing the outer labia to loosely form a triangular pillow in shape. Her clit remained somewhat visible on the outside as a plump bulge on the lower 'corner' of the triangle. When in heat- the canine clit erects, but since it is fused with the hood which is in turn fused to the labia- it stretches the entire labia further out, as if offering the moist pillowy flesh on a platter. Because the flesh is so springy and soft it follows the cock out of her body, so it never fully leaves her.
What she did not expect however is what happened to her panties. The pink fabric seemed to become completely amorphous for a moment and break away, collapsing into the front! Her entire body got goosebumps from the feeling as her panties FUSED to her pussy! The skin color had turned glossy black, but the pink panties quickly turned it pastel pink, making it stand out tremendously among all the black fur surrounding it! Her labia got even a bit bigger and fatter from the mass stolen from the panties!
Theo's eyes had obviously already been locked on the plump pussy grinding into his shaft and creating an increasingly large wet spot on the sheet between them, so he noticed before even she did. "Y-your panties... became part of you?"
Joyce immediately sat up again, lifting her front paw off him to try and get a better look at herself, but before she seen the fate of her vulva she noticed it was happening to her shirt too!
When the growth of her fur hit the sleeves of her tiny shirt it started to use the shirt itself!! Her fur abruptly turns BLUE on her upper arms! Though she cannot see it herself the same has already happened on her upper back! Her shirt is no longer separate from her body- it has turned into a deep blue fur! Joyce quickly lifted her left paw, remembering she also had braided silver ring on! For a moment she could not find it at all- it is no longer on the digit it had been, nor fused to it. What she found instead is that the claw on that one digit is entirely encased in silver! It took a shape appropriate for her transformation. The spell was not able to distinguish entirely what is her body and what is just being worn on her body, so even inanimate objects that are shoved against her while transforming will be absorbed!
Joyce lulled her head back and groaned as the vertebrae in her neck pressurized and started to crack and pop as her neck lengthened- the sounds quite loud because they echo in her throat. Her breasts shrank but her chest grew fur at the same rate, which shoved her shirt back out at the same elevation from the rest of her as it had already been anyway. Like with the rest of it though- once her breasts were utterly missing the fabric seemed to collapse like a liquid and stained the fur with its coloration.
Her hips jerked forward and a look of surprise came over her face as six spots started to darken on her still naked midriff and the skin condensed and started to push forward- growing into canine teats! Since she is more than horny enough already obviously, Theo pulled the sheet out from between them, wedged a thumb between himself and his shaft to angle it up a bit and used his other hand to push her hips back into place- sliding her down his shaft. Her thrusts were deliberate now- and she swirled her hips around on the shaft skewering her, panting loudly.
The teats grew quite thick, and longer than her human nipples had been. Long enough at least to penetrate through the fur that is quickly collapsing in on them. The fur spread up from her crotch first, dividing the two rows of three teats. Then the fur collapsed in around them from her sides, out from the middle, and down from her chest all at once.
Joyce's voice seemed to drop a pitch as her chest cracked in rapid-fire as all her ribs changed angle slightly to shove the front of her chest further forward, though not by a lot. The bone processes of her upper back vertebrae lengthened as her back muscles grew and her shoulder blades shoved down around the ribs more and lengthened slightly, locking her upper limbs into a quadraped stance to match her back limbs. As if to hide the fact her neck is much longer now, the fur exploded in length when it surpassed her shoulders, giving her a very large bushy mane- hiding the slope of her neck entirely. The roots of her hair tingled, making her scrunch her face up from the feeling, but her hair did not fall out. Like her clothing- rather than replace it, it was just incorporated into the rest! A wave of softness washed down through her hair, making it a bit lighter and causing it to increase in volume, making it fluffier, but other than that it remained exactly how it is. It still very much looked like normal, black human hair on a wolf. At least it perfectly matched her fur- unlike her clinging clothing.
Her deep scarlet lips turned to glossy black and her jaws pushed forward as her face stretched out- forcing her lips to part a bit as the jaw was shoving forward. Her teeth seemed to knit together as they lengthened into fangs. Her upper jaw and the front of her nose equalized in length, facing the bottom of her nose forward as the face pulled out and it became textured black skin, becoming damp and cool to the touch; working overtime to try and balance her body temperature after the changes.
Joyce did not miss a beat at all- she immediately shoved into his tight abs with the fat, bouncy pads of her front paws and started grinding and hopping on his dick eagerly without so much as pausing after the changes! The entire transformation had only taken around five minutes total, so it was quite fast, not giving either of them much time to think about the individual changes.
Her plush pussy felt divine as it bunched up at the base of his dick as he plunged into her, then stretched out, squeezing tighter at the end as she pulled off so it stretched and remained almost entirely covering his shaft- she drops back down before it is actually able to slide off him! It did not take Theodore long to approach orgasm, but he isn't one to take things sitting down, nor leave a lady wanting. She hadn't cum yet- at least not fully, she had several mini-orgasms, including one while just transforming.
He bent his legs up, then shoved up with his hips, knocking her entire body forward forcing her to scoot her front paws up and she booped her wet nose against his a moment, blushing- though you could not tell through her fur. She then turned her head a bit so she could kiss him with her glossy black lips, and he hugged her, digging his fingers into the bushy deep blue fur on her upper torso. The fur there is slightly longer than the rest of her body too- the added length stolen from the clothes it ate. Gripping her tightly; he hopped up off the bed and quickly flipped over, letting go just in time to grab himself so he did not flop his body weight on top of her- although she is no smaller as a wolf as she was a human. He reversed their positions without pulling out!
Joyce made a few odd breathy huffs, which he assumed was just as close to a chuckle as a wolf could vocalize. She rest her chubby paw pads on his shoulders- her front legs along the tops of his arms holding him up off her. Her thighs hooked around his so her ankles were on the outside of his thighs and her back paws just limply bobbing with his thrusts. Her tail was twitching against the bed- trying to wag on reflex alone but pinned against the sheets too firmly to actually move. Her human hair fanned out around the bed under her wolf head- the deep waves in the hair length caused it to lick this way and that, making it look messier than it actually is.
Switching positions partially reset the pleasure tension, letting him edge himself back, and now in charge of the thrusts he drew himself forward more so the base of his cock ground as tightly in toward her hidden clit. When he pulls back his dick- because it is relatively air-tight; when her vulva stretches to stay with his penis it creates a weak vacuum seal, causing the stretched portion of the labia to collapse inward and hug the shaft tighter, as if her pussy refuses to let him go. Theo was able to set her off into a full-on climax, and Joyce howled loudly, throwing her head back. Her pussy rippling and shuddering erratically in orgasm very quickly triggered Theo though, but he could orgasm now knowing he got the job done and filled her hungry pussy with searing hot goo- equalizing the pressure, causing the labia to loosen their grip on his shaft and allow him to actually slide out.
As soon as Theo got off her, Joyce rolled onto her side and curled up in the sheets looking rather content, so Theo did not want to bother her to get cleaned up right then. She remained a wolf through the night and Theo spooned with her- feeling her soft bushy black- and blue- fur against him as he slept.
Her howl immediately woke up Lobo in the other room, and he loomed in the hall outside their bedroom, sniffing the air. He could smell sex, he could smell wolf. But he could only smell Joyce and Theodore. Even as a wolf; Joyce's personal identifying scents remained the same, so he could tell she was in the shape of a wolf, but still knew it was her. He however cannot operate the door- so he could not get in to investigate further.
----- [center][color=goldenrod][b][u]01 She's A Little Bit Extra[/color][/b][/u][/center] -----
Joyce woke up the next day with a warm but refreshing breeze blowing in through the window- the early morning sun still slow enough to cast a beam of light almost directly onto the bed, making the pale bedsheets seem to glow. Theo had already woken up well ahead of her and gone off to work, his team is fixing up an old opera theatre today. She flopped over; her foot twitching to keep herself awake, but too groggy to will herself to sit up yet. Theo left the bedroom door open so Lobo was also in the room, sitting in the middle of the circular rug at the foot of the bed, watching Joyce with curiosity.
The breeze coming in made the sheets feel nice and cool against her skin, she didn't wanna have to get up! She forced her eyes open a moment, looking at her hand gripping the sheets with the warm sunlight on the back, and then immediately shot upright in the bed with a surprised look on her face. She has a hand! She never reverted the spell, why does she have hands?! Joyce quickly pat herself down and looked over her whole body- her shirt was once again just a shirt that barely covered her entire rib cage, her panties once again just panties. She is fully human, without having undone the wolf spell.
"The fuuuck? Did Theodore cast the reversal on me?" Lobo jumped up onto the bed, rocking her back and forth from his weight- since he is nearly the same size she is. "You missed the show, Lobo. I was able to turn myself into a wolf! I was with Theo last night though... well, now that I know how- I can turn myself into a wolf for you too later, hehe~" Lobo was already sniffing the air rather intently, but caused her to flinch at the feeling of his cold wet nose actually touch her panties just over her pussy, and he started to smell that even harder. "You naughty dog, you~. Mmm, actually thinking of the fun last night... I could go again. Certainly wake me up quicker than coffee will."
Lobo pulled his nose back a moment and for the first time ever- HE looked surprised. Her pussy had suddenly grown! Joyce scrambled around to grab and yank her panties off knowing what happened last time. Wait, why was she transforming now? She still isn't sure why she reverted at all in the first place. Transforming even faster than the night before- her tail and the fur on it grew out at the same speed, flicking back and forth as it grew, it took only three seconds to fully form! Her body felt almost like it was made of a dense putty- not at all solid, and freely being shaped by formless hands. Her hands and feet went rigid and stretched, shoving her up higher and causing her to flop onto all fours, and she quickly scrambled to get her shirt off before that fused too!
She could not get the ring off in time, so once again her left paw had a single silver claw. Lobo pressed his face under her- lifting her hips with his head! He slid his head out till his nose popped out over her pussy and then he caught her by his tongue quickly darting into her vagina as it fell back down! He already considered Joyce his mate- so having her actually turn into a wolf was icing on the cake for him. Theo had lots of fun with her form last night, but for Lobo it is a dream come true.
Her limbs completely transformed, then her shoulders and hips, then her body changed proportions and then the changes rippled up her neck. The fur was practically racing across her skin, keeping the rapid pace of the internal changes, so the fur perfectly traced the expansion of her neck, then her jaws, and entire face till she was once again a black wolf entirely! Well, except her hair, which again remained as-is.
Lobo wasted no time at all putting his long flat tongue to use, digging into her pussy. Her bag legs trembled and the pleasure drained their strength so her rump was being held up almost as much by Lobo's face as with her own back legs! Once he made her nice and wet, she let her go and her lower half slumped down a bit- by the time she lifted it under her own strength again he skewered it! His front paws hooked around her midriff and held her surprisingly tight as he rammed his canine cock into her! She is the same overall mass in wolf form as she is human- so he fit her just as tightly either way. His dick is actually larger than Theo's... and thanks to the knot at its base- substantially thicker too. Lobo's knot swelled in the sheath, bopping against the fat labia to pin the clit against her till it was fully engorged and he shoved into her hard enough to pop the knot in- such a tight fit that it forced the sheath back further than it would normally be able to, to pin the knot outside of it.
When he pulled back though, his dick came out surprisingly easy? He should be plenty big enough to tie her, which shouldn't let him pull that far back. He pulled back a bit more out of curiosity and almost stumbled back entirely when it came out far too easily! Lobo quickly shoved back forward but missed his mark... which should be impossible because he was not even completely outside of her in the first place! His cock somehow shoved into her clit and then out the other side!! Joyce cried out in startled pleasure and looked under herself to see his cock shove into her clit and stretch it out gigantically- into the shape of his cock! Her labia now trailed onto the backside of his scrotum! They fused together!! She can feel HIS cock! It twitched now erratically below them because it is being fed from two different hearts that are not beating with the same rhythm!
Joyce was stunned utterly, and even Lobo froze in place. He is a brave wolf when facing danger, but mutations to his junk are an opponent he doesn't know how to fight.
*Oh fuuuuck. The spell... I didn't remove my humanity, but the spell must have still created a beasthood to place in me to act as a guide for the changes. I didn't know to remove that part of the runic array. That is why I changed back in my sleep- in my dreams I regard myself as a human so my form shifted back. When I remembered I was supposed to be a wolf temporarily I started to turn back wolf! My body is unstable!* She tried to pull out from under Lobo but they were fully fused at the crotch. *And my body is amorphous while transforming, which means other objects- or creatures- can join into me...*
Well that is a problem. The only way she knows how to fix that is to remove either her beasthood or humanity entirely to restore a stable wolf or human form... but she needs a vessel to place it in, and she does not own one. She cannot use the counterspell like this, because she is fluctuating between forms, which means if it shifts while the counterspell is still working it will remove part of the wrong side- permanently giving her a percentage of wolf traits.
Lobo tried to tug back again but wasn't able to- doing so just yanked her labia and his sheath tight and caused their shared dick to flick up and down violently, causing them both to flinch. She did not know how to properly divide them, so to gain a bit of stability she instead shoved back into his crotch while deliberately trying to will herself to shift- causing her to become amorphous and absorb more of him into her! His crotch sunk into her rump entirely till both their butts were one and the same. Their combined tail became twice as long and twice as bushy! As a grey wolf; Lobo is slate grey on top but most of his body is white fur. When his tail mixed into Joyce's tail, the white turned slate grey, and what had been grey already now turned black. Their hips and legs combined and since they were essentially the same- it just produced legs and hips that looked exactly the same, just at a much larger size, with the same color shift as the tail.
*Well... there, we won't hurt ourselves trying to move around anyway, but this is still extremely awkward... you cannot dismount. I guess I could go amorphous deliberately and try to just pull you out... but there would be no way to ensure a clean-cut. You could end up with some of my parts, and me with some of yours...* Her eyes paused on their shared dick for several moments. *Nnn, not that I wouldn't want to take that thing for a test run...*
She also could not straighten her body out- her back half was now almost exactly twice as big as the front, because it is two wolves in one; so their butt was just up in the air because their limbs were mismatched in size. Joyce shuffled them toward the side of the bed and put a paw on the grimoire to see if she could find an alternative solution, but when she arched her spine to get her paw up onto the table- Lobo sunk deeper! His head sunk into the middle of her back and vanished! His arms and shoulders sunk around her and then against the ground! The extra spinal length started to shove Joyce up off the bed entirely, now held up by Lobo's front legs instead of her own! Their back half started to shrink down and the size spread through their entire body!
Her paws started to compress and broaden- returning to human hands! Her fur thinned but did not regress entirely. Her neck shortened but the fur remained just as bushy, causing it to compress outward into a fluffy fur collar that looked more like a lion mane than a wolf's. She groaned at the bizarre feeling of her skull compressing back, her muzzle shrinking... but it did not shrink entirely, either! Her upper body was again human in shape, though retained many wolf features still. She had fur but it was now very short on most of her- more like the pelt of a horse, where it is so short and dense that it does not hide a single curve or crease of the body below it. Her pads no longer had fat bubbles in them, but the skin remained dense and dark there, so they were still shallow bumps. Her breasts returned but her teats did not leave- rather than two D cup breasts on her chest, she has six B cup breasts on her midriff! Joyce has claws on her fingertips still but they are translucent grey now instead of charcoal. Her muzzle is abnormally short, but she still has one, making her head structure almost more like a Chihuahua. Her lower half is entirely that of a wolf... minus the head. She is... a grey and black hermaphrodite wolf-taur!
"Can talk?" Her voice was a bit rumbly and lower pitched but it still worked. "Okay. I need to... myself? When is... she?" Her brow furrowed when she realized she does not know who she is!
As a beast, Lobo does not often reflect on the past. In order to survive- most of his thoughts are his instincts guiding him opposed to conscious pondering, so the difference in Joyce's mind was not immediately noticeable. When she thought about solving their situation however- she regarded herself as both Joyce- his mate- and Joyce -herself-. She was thinking both first and third person. Because Lobo is also in there. His head completely vanished into her torso- which means his mind is also hers, they are neither Lobo nor Joyce at the moment, they are... Loyce?
They looked at their humanoid hands a moment. "Well... at least our body is functional like this. Still too much other, though."
They are still unstable, because there is one humanity and two beasthood, but the equivalent of only two physical bodies to host it. Loyce could tell they were unstable- a subtle twitch or unusual pressure in their muscles. A pang in their mind, of wanting to shift even though they knew it was bad for them. Changing would not settle it though- if they went full feral their body would just try to turn human, if they go full human it will just try to turn feral again.
A vessel for a humanity or beasthood are usually either special cut prisms, or just tiny containers made of mana-insulating material. Not generally something you can just pick up at your local jewelry store.
Well, there is one problem they can easily solve- this raging boner that never got to pop. Obviously Loyce cannot bend it around in a full circle to penetrate themselves. Their cock is immediately in front of the balls and their pussy immediately behind them. They backed themselves up, bumping their plush canine labia against the perfectly round head of one of the bedposts and started to shove back against it, lubing it up with all the salty juices from their wet honeypot. Their cock bobbed heavily under them, but scrunching up the canine body, placing a humanoid hand on the bed- they could get their other hand under themselves and grabbed the dick with it to masturbate. They had to be very gentle since a sheathed phallus isn't really meant to grab and jack off like a human penis can be- but once their palm was slick with pre it did not matter.
With their head lulled back they shoved back hard enough to pop the sphere of the bedpost into their pussy- even though it was a bit larger than a softball! They masturbated the rigid cock, but because the nerves concentrated so much into the knot their hand settled there, sliding their grip across the curvature of the massive knot, then gently tugging forward at the back of it where it is the most sensitive. Working both the pussy and dick at the same time spiked their pleasure quickly- not to mention to get their hand under themselves, Loyce's arm had to pass between all six of their little breasts on the human midriff. Moving their arm at all also jostled their many little tits around, and rubbed the turgid teats!
They climaxed hard, rolling forward limp and shuddering as the cock erupted all over the bed. Oh well; sheets needed to be changed thanks to last night anyway. Luckily they slumped over forward- if they fell backwards the bedpost probably would have skewered them a little too hard, instead of harmlessly popping out. They lay there catching their breath for some time- the human half lying completely flat while the wolf lower half was awkwardly scrunched up with its butt in the air, looking as graceless as possible.
After some time they flipped through the grimoire- the claws of the humanoid hands made dividing and flipping the pages easy. Unfortunately it was as Joyce initially expected- the spell creates a beasthood to accompany the physical changes for the sake of stability in the form, whether or not you remove the humanity first. The counterspell can remove the beasthood but if it's moving around it may unintentionally cut out part of her humanity by mistake. So she cannot use the magic solution to the problem because she can't aim it properly at a moving target. The only way to fix their body entirely is to let the extra beasthood discharge itself... and to do that, it needs a vessel other than someone's body. If she accidentally lets some of her humanity out, she can just syphon it back out of the container. The container won't be overfull, so what it contains can be targeted because it won't be in constant flux. Once the container only has beasthood in it- the counterspell will destroy it.
So Loyce's next order of business was looking up a spell for telepathic linking- and opened a path between Joyce and Lobo for when they divide again, and from both of them to Theodore. Interrupting him momentarily at work to tell him of the current situation. He wanted to immediately rush home but she suggested otherwise. Rushing home would tip people off that something is wrong- and it isn't something he can fix right now anyway. Though a bit rugged sounding; Loyce does have a human voice, and they have one of those fancy new rotary phones- so they naturally already called all of the local Arcanums in Stonegale... no dice. There is only one that stocks them regularly and they are currently sold out. The other shops sell them, but do not regularly stock them, you have to order it first. So they aren't going to be able to get their hands, er... paws on a proper vessel- which are simply called Animus.
Good thing she no longer works then, because Loyce sure as heck isn't walking around in public like this. Aside from the fact they would be embarrassed at messing up a spell like this- there is also the fact Joyce is banging Lobo that would go public. Also if anyone else bumped into them in public- they could potentially also fuse to them. So, this could go from bad to catastrophic pretty easily. Best to just stay put for a few days and wait it out.
Maranda walked into her boss' office looking like a puppy with a tail between its legs. "Y-you wanted to see me, sir?"
He slowly lowered the papers he was reading to look at her over the mountain of other pages and photos on his desk the other reporters left him for approval. He is the head of a rather large news publication- but the local paper swept Joyce's story out from under their noses.
"Yea... yea, I would like to see my reporters. When there aren't enough stories to fill the pages, I would very much enjoy if my reporters brought me something to put there. That is your JOB, IS IT NOT?!"
"Yes sir! But... well... nothing is really happening. All news publications are just echoes of the Joyce survival story... it is like two parrots talking to one another- they just keep repeating the same thing back and forth."
He growled, shoving one of the paper hills completely over onto the floor. "Yea, no shit." He motioned to the papers he knocked over. "Might as well have just cut that shit out from one of the other papers and glue it onto ours."
Maranda sighed. "She only did four interviews, and the rest was trickle-down information and hearsay. There could be new information to glean from it, but I would need to get it from her."
He ran his fingers through his hair. "But she isn't doing anymore interviews."
"So the only way I get anything new is if I don't ask her for it."
His gaze slowly rose back to her face. "Are you suggesting...? Nah. You know what- look, I don't ask you how you do your job. I tell you to get a story- I don't care how you did it, I will never ask. I have never, and WILL never suggest you fucking stalk someone, because that is psychotic. That is illegal, and if I find out you did it, I WILL report you to the police. I don't need that shit being associated to my paper." He leaned closer, putting his elbows on the table. "If I find out you stalked someone to spy information; you are dead to me, as far as I am concerned- you have never worked here. But I don't ask where you get your information. Because what people don't know, won't hurt 'em."
Maranda let out an even longer sigh. "Got it. I am on it, sir."
----- [center][color=goldenrod][b][u]02 Knot Too Big[/u][/b][/color][/center] -----
That night it was a bit awkward for everyone. Lobo and Joyce shared a body, but Lobo and Theodore were not particularly close- and he still did not know what to feel about Lobo being around at all. As Loyce; they were not able to differentiate what thoughts belonged to Lobo and what belonged to Joyce. They also could not sit in the chairs at the kitchen table because of their long taur body type- though sitting their back legs down, front legs straight and torso straight up; they are tall enough to eat off the table while sitting on the floor. Theo sort of kept his distance- not snuggling with her while they watched movies later because doing so would also be snuggling with Lobo. When it came to their sleeping arrangements; Theo actually ended up sleeping on the couch, by his own suggestion. The part of Loyce that is Lobo felt weird about sleeping up on their bed, but Joyce wasn't keen to sleep on the floor. Theo ended up just leaving the entire bedroom to them, so Lobo felt a little less awkward about being up on the bed- though apparently he proffered a firmer surface to sleep on. He does like a soft surface to prop his head on still though; so he likes pillows.
Theodore was getting ready for work the next day and was startled when Loyce spoke up, and sat up tall on the bed. "The time after the 'morrow. The Animus can be here."
Theo turned to look at them. "Wow... you're actually awake before noon?!"
"The Lobo in us. We wakes with the sun."
Theo turned to get back to combing out his hair. He returned to the bedroom in the morning assuming Loyce would be too soundly asleep to disturb. This was the bathroom with his toothbrush in it, and he is used to getting ready in the full body mirror on the reverse side of the door.
"The day after tomorrow is the earliest it can arrive. It could take up to five days for the Animus to arrive. If I recall... the reason they don't stock Animus in the shops themselves is because if someone attempted to rob the store- they could use the Animus in it to turn all the police who arrive at the scene into animals... which would obviously be bad." He nodded to himself in the mirror- his hair is so short it only takes a few swipes with the comb and he is done already. "It is my weekend after today though, so at least I will be home to try and help you maintain what little semblance of order we still have around here, heh."
Theodore paused when he turned to actually face them. It was so strange... he could clearly see his wife in there- but she was dressed as a wolf, and then grafted to an actual wolf at the hip. You look at their junk from the front it looks male; you look from the back it looks female. It is also odd looking at a perfectly human shaped chest that utterly lacks any nipples- because they are all down on her midriff, so the chest is a complete blank. Theo only just noticed now, but her eye color changed; influenced by Lobo. In the early dawn light catching in their iris; their eyes glisten like polished gemstones. Their eyes are a bright emerald green... an eye color neither of them had before. Joyce has ice blue eyes, but Lobo has golden eyes... mix yellow and blue together; you get green. A bright green, since the blue was pale.
Theo told Joyce to behave and Lobo to look after her, and off to work he went leaving the two to loom around the house trying to figure out what to do with themselves. If it was Joyce alone occupying her time would be easy... problem is that with Lobo in her- he doesn't have much of an attention span, and doesn't really care about the things she would normally do. Like watching television. It looks more real to humans than it does to any other species. Human minds are trained to recognize patterns- so when they see the image of a person on a TV screen, their mind thinks 'oh hey, a person'. When another species looks at the TV, they recognize that it does indeed look like a person, but they also realize that the television screen is flat and thus it cannot be a person, and ignore it. They do not get the concept of pretending that it is real, or the point of putting on shows, so the entertainment value is utterly lost. Wolves hunt, they play with one another, they play to practice for the hunt, they breed, they raise others to play and hunt. All practical things. They do not need to put on puppet shows to entertain themselves. They do not need to read the words of past lives so books do not hold his interest, either. He learns through experience; if he does not experience it, then he also does not need to learn it.
Maranda knocked on the front door, and Loyce got up to plod over to the front door, stopping after a few steps, remembering there is no way they can answer the door in their current state. They turned and leered out the bedroom window instead to see who it is- the bedroom is on the second floor and almost directly over the front door. They smelled the breeze coming in the window, and using the combined archive of all scents they have encountered- immediately knew this was no one either of them had encountered before.
"Camera around neck. Book bag... reporter. No more interviews. Annoying."
Maranda looked up, sensing eyes on her but Loyce quickly ducked fully into the window again before being spotted. Maranda cocked her brow before glancing around the entire neighborhood... and deciding to look a little closer. No one home, so then no one around to mind if she peeks inside, right? She wandered over to the huge living room window- it stuck out of the front of the house in a half-circle so the ledge inside is covered in plants so they can take advantage of all the light. Maranda looked around the floor... clean. No fencing to section off areas, no chew toys. Though that is what you'd expect for a dog... would a wolf actually use that stuff? Maranda was half expecting the house to be a bit of a mess. Lobo isn't even a wolf that was raised by humans, he is a hundred percent feral, and only knew human civilization existed for a bit over a week now. How do you bring something that savage into a modern home and have it just fit right in? She wandered around the house, taking a few photos here and there of the house.
The Lobo portion of Loyce did not care about Maranda at all- she did not seem like a possible threat. Small, weak, unarmed human woman? He could kill her faster than she could scream for help if he needed to. The Joyce portion however knew that murdering her isn't a viable option in the first place, and if she continues to nose around- they might get spotted in their current state. And if Maranda is nosy enough to be peeping into their home, she is definitely the type to try and publish photos of Loyce's unfortunate state.
Loyce hummed and then groaned, scrunching up their face trying to concentrate and think of a plan, but it was hard. It was easier to think of other things than to think of themselves- because they currently have no true 'self'. They have two different sets of memories for two different beings, so both Joyce and Lobo are regarded as both another person and themselves. Loyce decided to try and shift their form around. Their body is unstable, having one more beasthood than they actually need, which means if Joyce draws out her beasthood fully- they will turn feral. Her humanity will still be in there obviously, but not visible on the surface. If Maranda spots a feral wolf she will just assume it is Lobo only- she isn't going to know Joyce is also in there.
They lurched forward, placing their hands on the floor with their human-ish half bent fully over. Warm tingling passed over them to their head and the thin fur pelt started to grow to proper length. They groaned as their face grew longer- their skull expanding both forward but also enlarging a bit; since wolves have proportionally large heads. Because their mouth was already open, the sound of their neck lengthening rapidly came as loud, hollow pops in rapid fire- echoing out through their throat. The ultra-fluffy mane equalized up the length of the neck- though remained quite plush. Loyce's hands stretched out and the pads re-inflated, restoring them to full paws. Their ribs popped, extending outward a bit and the shoulders rolled forward locking them into four legged posture. The small breasts behind the six teats regressed, but the teats themselves remained large enough to still be visible through the fur.
The transformation seemed to stall there. Wait... she took a fully feral form, but their forms aren't properly aligned! They are effectively a six-legged wolf! It is the upper body of a wolf, repeated. Where the back legs are supposed to be on the front wolf- is the front legs of the back wolf. There is a large strip of very long, bushy fur between the shoulders of the back wolf- likely influenced by where the tail is supposed to be on the front body. Before Joyce could try to fix the form, their combined curiosity sparked amusement and Loyce quickly skittered around the room on all six!
Their movement was more like an ermine at this point due to the length of their body, but the extra set of limbs in the middle gave them plenty of support still. They flow around the furniture like liquid, darting around the room, climbing over things they would not normally be able to without either falling off, or knocking it over. They darted into the hallway, running to the other side at full speed, enjoying how very agile this form is, then turned, ran halfway back down before turning and darting down the stairs! Again; they darted down the stairs at a speed that would normally be impossible without tumbling down head first! When they got to the bottom they froze up though in fear- remembering what they were trying to do in the first place. The bottom of the stairs is in view of the living room window! The house is not especially big and the bottom floor has a good number of windows.
Luckily Maranda was nowhere to be seen. She is definitely still present- but must have moved to the backyard for now, so she could not see Loyce. Loyce took a step back, concentrated on the proper form of a wolf, and then darted forward- deliberately running head-first into the wall across from the bottom of the stairs! Their head was shoved back while their rump shoved forward- the middle of their bodies collapsing in on one another! Their entire body felt like a full water balloon for a moment, rippling like it is made of some dense liquid. A gentle pressure radiated out from all over their form, and their entire body started to grow! Uh oh; even if they are a normal wolf in appearance, they still have the biomass of two entire bodies.
Their eye color also shifted oddly- the shuffling of their body caused their minds to do a hard divide! They still shared a brain but now Lobo had the left side and Joyce had the right side, so there was two distinct lines of thought, but they could hear each other's thoughts at all times. The left eye turned gold, the right turned ice blue, signaling which half of the brain belonged to whom.
The floor started to look further away as their body rose larger and larger! Their fur became longer and bushier- looking rather majestic and flowing now. Their mane is so bushy it looks like their neck and back have a large hump- but it's entirely made of fur. The fur color remained a mix of the two- dark grey on most of their body but pure black on the back of their body and tail. By the time they stopped growing they were the size of a large bear... which is still bigger than the largest species of wolf, unless you're talking prehistoric- a dire wolf is big enough to fight and kill lions. Their genitals remained unchanged- full hermaphroditic.
Lobo turned their head toward the kitchen to circle around the house on the inside. *Scare.*
*Y-you speak English?! Wait, I guess thoughts don't have true language, and since I am reading your thoughts...* He went to move them forward but Joyce tried to move them back, causing the muscles to freeze in place from conflicting orders. *Wait!*
*Joyce want gone? Scare away, simple.*
*Yea but we look absolutely gigantic, if she gets a good look at us, she is going to know something is wrong. She is a reporter- it is her job to tell people things, so if she finds a monstrously giant wolf in our house she is going to tell the whole city and cause a lot of unwanted problems. You'll scare more than just her.*
*Repurpose*
*Huh? Oh, you mean our biomass? I mean, I guess we could sort of do that.*
They seen a shadow pass one of the side windows- Maranda was coming back around to the front! Their body is now too large to use the stairs easily- their paw is a bit broader than the individual steps are! They had no choice but to try to shuffle their proportions around, but how? They can't outright get rid of biomass, so their overall size can't actually change.
A very gentle inward pull surrounded their body as it veeeerry slightly started to shrink- and in its place their tail got still larger and still bushier! They darted to the front wall of the ground floor- between the large window and the front door which also has a small window at the top. This should be a dead-zone for visibility, but they still cannot move around till they know the reporter is gone, and they can't know she is gone if they can't look out the window without potentially getting caught.
Suddenly a massive, pleasant pressure entered their balls so abruptly they actually audibly gurgled! The muscular orbs clenched, pulled up their pelvis and expanded! The balls enlarged and the body shrank so rapidly that they could actually feel the mass being drawn down and concentrated! The sheath swelled fat and their dick started to get forced out from lack of room inside! The movement and growth also caused it to start to erect rapidly, which also made it evacuate the sheath rather fast.
*Whah~ hy-... why there?! You ho-oooh... horny nut!*
*Penis expands, normal.*
Oh... yea. She supposed she understood that logic. A penis naturally expands itself, so it would seem more normal for a sudden shift in size there... but obviously nothing like this. But even if they stood directly in front of the window- as long as they are relatively close to the wall- their dick won't be visible to the outside, it would be below the window frame, so Maranda can't tell.
Their balls let off some deep squelching sounds from the rapid expansion of tissue, muffled under the velvety scrotum, and the twin orbs now swung lower than their knees! Their knot only barely started to engorge when it was already forced out of the sheath because the entire dick had already become too big to fit inside! Long enough to poke them in the chest before it fully erected and it was still growing beyond that! The growth felt like getting an erection even after it was already erect, but was soon echoed with the slightly itchy sensation of too-tight flesh. They could feel the veins under the surface squirm as they fattened and throbbed rock-hard with each pulse, digging deeper into the flesh as it lengthened to make sure the entire monster was well fed. The end of the dick as well as the entire knot started to blush a gentle shade of violet because those were the two points blood gathered with the most pressure.
The curvature of the knot swelled even further out, becoming steeper and even more defined against the rest of the shaft. The entire cock wobbled around rather aggressively below them, making itself known by its increasing weight tugging at the sheath. It started to thud against their chest with more force as it grew up past it, getting long enough to reach the base of their neck and still growing! On the plus side- their body was starting to look... almost normal wolf size. A very large timber wolf anyway. The knot swelled obscenely giant- each segment of it now as big as a softball and still growing. The skin was pulled so tight across it and the inside swollen so full that it felt too solid to be flesh at all- more like a sphere of hard rubber. The red hue of the shaft deepened, making the veins look like millions of black hairs below the surface in contrast.
Their entire cock felt so tight that it almost felt itchy- all of the pleasure nerves inside being teased with every pulse causing pleasure jolts to mirror them, making their hips jerk on reflex as they burbled pre onto the floor under them. Every segment of the knot now as large as an ostrich egg- matching the size of the enlarged balls! The shaft now long enough to touch the halfway point on their neck if they bowed their head! Their chest angled it down slightly- so the tip was actually brushing the floor while the shaft is also being pressed against their underside! The pre started to jet out so hard during the pulses and so rapidly that it almost looked like they were having an orgasm already, but the pleasure was too gentle and teasing for that.
*Ssss-aah, haah, st-t-stop, too much.* The size shift slowed to a stop.
*Not normal size yet?*
*We... we can't be completely normal! You aren't going to stuff the mass of my ENTIRE body into our genitals alone! My brain will fucking explode.*
Their size was normal for a wolf now at least. Not a grey wolf specifically, but normal for A wolf.
Maranda furrowed her brow as she arrived back at the living room window. That was odd. Theo and Joyce were both out, but there is no sign of Lobo? You would think he would bark or... at least come down to see what the knocking at the door was, but there is no sign of the wolf at all. Did she actually bring Lobo out to walk? Where do you take a wolf on a walk? If she attempted to walk it in the city proper, that is immediately a story to report on- because that is an extreme danger to other people and their pets. Although... if she was doing that, it would have already been reported on most likely- because other people will have seen it happening.
Lobo popped up in the window suddenly from beside it, already up against the glass, startling Maranda! He tilted his head back and curled his upper lip slightly, to show her a hint of his fangs and she very quickly skittered back onto the foot path, taking the hint. He let out a deep, soft 'Rrff' and turned to leave, back deeper into the house now that she backed off.
Maranda furrowed her brow. Lobo is dark grey and white- mostly white. That wolf was mostly grey with black. Loyce had completely neglected the fact their combined fur color isn't the same as Lobo's. That isn't Lobo. Joyce has more than one wolf in her house?! Maranda smirked, realizing she had a story now. Unfortunately since the wolf clearly seen her, going back to try and take a picture of it would risk pissing it off. And she would not put it past a large feral animal like that to simply jump straight through the window to eviscerate her for being on its territory. She would have to try and come back tomorrow and spy the second wolf again. She has some telescopic lenses she can bring, and just stake out the front windows of the house from the opposite side of the street.
Meanwhile in the house, Loyce assumed the reporter had been spooked off and wasn't coming back. But now they had a legendarily hard erection three fourths the size of her entire body. Loyce had to walk carefully- it was too large to get up off the floor so the carpet brushed the tip lightly whenever they move- causing them to leave a glistening strand of pre across the entire bottom floor of the house like a slug trail. They hopped up onto the couch and immediately stood up on their back legs, flopping back against the back of the couch and pulled their giant tail up under themselves, pinned in place by their huge balls over it, all between their legs.
They used their paw pads to grip the shaft loosely in the middle and masturbate it- the entire shaft was already pretty slick with pre. Loyce had to lean their neck back and head down to meet the end of the shaft, but then bobbed forward and swallowed the end! Even with their long wolf mouth over it- they could only cover half the cock at best, so their paws still had to work the lower shaft! When they were worked up enough, their paws dipped down around the curvature of the knot and tugged up on the bottom of it, quickly spiking their pleasure! The right eye widened with surprise and they were forced off the phallus when it started to surge in size again! The pleasure surges were causing it to swell with every clench! Their tail was regressing to a more normal proportion to them, and their balls were shrinking- feeding still more of their overall mass into the cock!
*Aaaaa~ s-s-s-soo tight, so agonizingly tiiight, it's going to explode!*
The cock bobbed higher than their head even, the knot is so large that its overall form rivalled the size of a medicine ball, or small beach ball. All the skin around the surface of the entire phallus yanked as tight as it can possibly stretch with every pulse, which meant each pulse made the flexing a bit more subtle- because it is still growing in spite of the lack of room. Soon its throbbing was so rapid and was unable to move the shaft much at all- making it look like their cock was vibrating. It also yanked all the pleasure receptors closer to the surface and as taut as the dick itself, making their pleasure a constant, unyielding buzzing. Then an electric surge, then white-hot blast and finally they erupted in orgasm, firing blasts of goopy cum in a broach arch through the air and onto the living room table a foot away from the couch! Their cum was translucent white rather than white- their balls shrank to feed more size to the shaft, so their prostate was actually doing more work than their balls were.
They were so exhausted from the intensity of the pleasure that they went to sleep like that- their fire hydrant sized giga-cock still softening.
----- [center][u][b][color=goldenrod]03 Wolfman VS the Manwolf[/u][/b][/center][/color] -----
When Theo woke them up later, they had a bit of explaining to do- even fully packed away; they sheath is so giant in this state you could use the opening to hold a wine bottle upright in. Since Maranda was gone- they had no reason to keep that form, and their genitals shrank back down, growing their body again to bear-sized. That meant if Loyce was on the couch- they were the only thing on the couch. It took the entire couch to barely fit them. When they walk through doorways their shoulders brush either side of it. They had been standing their front paws on the back of the toilet to pee into it but they are too big to fit properly in the bathroom now, so they have walk in the door, facing the bath tub, and just lift their leg and pee sideways into the toilet like they were marking their territory.
At least now that Theo was home- he is going to be home for the next two days. His work week was over now, so he could shoo reporters away if they come looming outside the house again. And they did. Maranda did not want to play the villain here, so she decided to actually ask for an interview herself. Joyce refused any more interviews already, but that was a few days ago, and it wasn't to Maranda personally, so maybe?
She came first thing in the morning, so Loyce did not want to get out of bed. They were awake, because Lobo wakes up at dawn, but the part that is Joyce still refused to get out of bed. Theodore wanted to sleep in himself, but woke up quickly enough to the sound of Maranda knocking at the door and scoot down to answer it.
"Yes?"
"Heyyy, I am from the RK Report, I was wondering if I could get a few questions, for the paper? I am by myself."
Theo shook his head, sighing. "She already answered everyone's questions in interviews, and Joyce hates repeating herself."
"We... could you ask her at least? I mean the others were news teams, and wanted a full interview. I just-"
"She is sleeping. These are our days off."
Maranda inhaled sharply. "Ooh, sorry. Could I just... uh, get a photo of Lobo then? Just one photo."
Theo was about to tell her Lobo wasn't around but then his brain woke up a bit further and realized that excuse made no sense. If he isn't here, where the hell would he be? If Joyce is here, so is Lobo, and he unfortunately already told her Joyce is in fact home.
"Uuuh, hold on..." He closed the door again and had a little panic attack.
What is he going to do?! He seen Loyce at the top of the steps, their eyelids lowered. *Real smooth, genius.*
"What do I do?!"
*Okay, uuuhm... same reporter from yesterday- I recognize the scent. That means she is persistent, if you just brush her off without a satisfying answer she is going to try to peep on us, or stalk us.* They hustled down the stairs. *Okay... this is really risky but... try to push your hand INTO my back.*
"...what."
*My, er, our body is unstable, remember? If I try to transform at all I will become amorphous- if you are pushing on me when that happens you become partially fused to me, I can then transfer the extra beasthood to your body instead of mine. That will stabilize my body. I turn back to human, the two bodies are rejected.*
They only get more suspicious to Maranda the longer it takes them to do this- so he did it quickly, and luckily like the previous attempts to shuffle forms; it happened quick. His hand sunk into their body as if both the fur and flesh were made of dense putty- then in a surge the changes fired up through Theo's body from his hand up! He staggered back- almost into view of the window by accident. Lobo's body shrank down and his fur quickly become pale as Joyce seemed to rise up out of his back and pop off entirely! Joyce is finally entirely human again, and Lobo just a standard grey wolf!
Joyce shoved Theo back as he was transforming, motioning for him to go upstairs so she could answer the door, then remembered she is entirely naked. With a partial wolf mind for so long, she forgot that clothes were a thing. She grabbed his hand and dashed upstairs with him. His right hand deformed into a paw first, but the fur that sprouted on his knuckles first was not grey, white, nor black. It matched his hair color- he is turning into a RED wolf.
Theo's entire right arm shifted and then caused the shoulder to crunch into place and shape, making his arms terribly uneven with one another. The fur mapped where the internal changes were happening as his ribs popped and the fur spread quickly to his other shoulder, then down his left arm, changing the bones within in the reverse order the other arm went in. The pads on his paws were also not black- they are a deep grey-red. It almost looked like he was wearing a fur sweater because of how his fur is growing in.
Joyce looked at him to see a second mat of fur growing up in a stripe between his abs as the top progressed down to meet it. Oh crap, his clothes! As soon as they got to the top of the stairs she used her foot to basically hook her toes under his pants and underpants and kick them off, to get them off as quickly as possible, but only his pants came off. She was too late- his underwear already fused to him, because his pubes turned into a separate patch of fur already. Instead of red- the fur over his crotch alone is going to be a white and twice as long as the surrounding fur- it absorbed his underpants. Luckily he just woke up so he never put a shirt on yet today in the first place.
The fur and changes took his thighs and hips and forced him onto all fours, but he was luckily already in the top hall. Joyce let him go for now and dashed to the bedroom ahead of him to quickly grab a shirt and a skirt- no time for underwear. The changes swept down his legs quickly, taking his feet and then as it touched his butt, his tail flicked out- wagging aggressively as the muscle rapidly grew out. His penis started to change shape- starting with the knot bulging into existence at the base and then his balls were coated in a thin covering of fur. His neck popped and stretched longer as the fur raced up and then when the changes hit his jawbone his entire face stretched out- his ears stretched up.
Because it is shorter- his human hair looked like extra-long fur on his head, but unlike Lobo or Joyce; Theo has very bushy sideburns. The fur on the sides of his face grew in tremendously long and bushy, making his face diamond-shaped when viewed dead- on. His nose and lips still turned black like the others unlike his pads. There was another abnormality though that made Joyce pause and cock a brow at, as she passed on her way back to the front door. She was about to smirk at him getting a chub in his dick from the transforming but realized he did not- he is still flaccid. But his cock is entirely out. Theodore is circumcised. When transformed as a wolf- he doesn't have a sheath; his dick is just out ALL the time, because it has nowhere to go!
Theodore stepped around the corner at the top of the stairs so he was just out of visibility, and eavesdropped in his red wolf form. Joyce ran downstairs so fast she almost plowed into the front door rather than open it.
Maranda was surprised to see the legendary figure of Stonegale herself answer the door. "Oh! S-sorry to wake you. My boss is just on my ass to get something, and all the other publications focus on you- there are no photos of Lobo just, himself."
Joyce motioned to Lobo to step forward into the light coming in the front door. "Well here he is. For the record though... don't appreciate the house call. The yard has a very high fence for a reason. If he needs to go to the bathroom, and is out in the yard when someone wanders in..."
Maranda gulped nervously, imagining the wolf pinning her to the ground while tearing all the skin off her leg. "R-right. Unfortunately my boss is almost as scary... and fatal, if he fires me." She raised the camera, quickly adjusted the focus and took the shot of just Lobo. "Thank you so much. Do you... have any other wolves? Or did only Lobo return with you?"
"Only Lobo."
"Right. It must be hard for him to adjust to life in a city."
"We understand each other."
"From the time you spent together in the wilds, right?"
"Well that, and a telepathy spell."
"O-oh, so you can literally talk t-"
"Ah." She raised her hand. "No interviews."
Maranda blushed. "R-right, right, sorry! Thanks for the photo."
Maranda skittered off... for now. She did not go far, because she knew something was still up. She now has a photo to compare against- this wolf is not the wolf she seen yesterday, yet Joyce claims to only have one wolf. So if this is Lobo, who is the other?
Joyce sighed, putting the chain on the door again to return back upstairs but heard a few dull, muffled pops and cracks and looked to Lobo in surprise! His body was stretching out! His ribs became more shallow, his midriff pulled inward revealing the shape of human abs below the fur! His hips popped loudly causing him to flop over onto his side for a moment because it also shifted his legs. His entire body was enlarging, spreading across the floor. His fingers lengthened and his palms compressed, drawing the dew claw back together the fingers as it evolved into a thumb!
Lobo groaned and heaved himself up off the floor at first onto all fours, but vaguely recognizing this new shape of his; he shakily attempted to get up onto two legs! Joyce quickly loaned him an arm to brace himself on- he has never stood on two legs before so he has difficulty getting his balance.
"Uh oh, we did not split correctly."
"You." His voice was very deep and gravelly.
"Huh?"
"You did not split correctly. This magic business is not my doing."
"Ah...haha, yea. Oh. And you can speak English! For real this time!"
Joyce's form is perfectly stable, so she has only one humanity in her. That means both Lobo and Theodore have one beasthood each, and then one humanity split between them. Lobo shuffled away from her- looking sort of like an old man because of how awkwardly he walked. He reached down and picked up the wyvern wing bone he carries around with him, and placing his clawed hand on one end, he stood on the bone like a walking cane! Full wolf but also half human... Lobo looks like a werewolf in this form. They better not like Old Man McGregor spot him like this- the man is infamously known for being obsessed with werewolves- the guy is a bit of a psychopath and lives in a run-down shack at the edge of the woods.
Lobo walked back over to Joyce who was blushing deeply, staring at him. Because he is full wolf still while also being half human- he is larger than either; Joyce is only has tall as his pectoral muscles.
"What?"
"N-nothing, just... you look handsome. I know we didn't do this on purpose but you look good... really good."
He huffed. "I have known pups that drool less than you."
They both made their way upstairs to check on Theodore. His form is unstable, so he would actually be able to transform into the exact same shape Lobo is currently in, but for now he was maintaining the full wolf form. He could still tell his body was unstable- subtle shifts and twitches trying to change him but able to be willed away for now. Lobo was experiencing the same. The instability was less powerful now, but now in two bodies instead of one; they both have more than they should. Unfortunately it would be at least one more day before the Animus will arrive- potentially three more.
Joyce pat Theo's head and scratched the back of his neck through all the thick fur there. *S-stop that, I am not your dog.*
"Awww, but your cute, and loyal like one~"
Lobo smirked, glancing away. "Sheathless."
*What did you call me?!*
Joyce sighed, manually brushing down the fur on his upper back as it bristled. "Oh shush. The reporter is gone now, so we can enjoy our weekend together."
*How about you give my form back first?*
"Oh, you didn't want to stay like that a while... try it out? Never seen a red wolf before!"
He lowered his eyelids. *I am the one with the money, remember? If the Animus comes in, I can't walk into the store as a red wolf, and you can't buy it without money.*
"That is a good poinnnnt.... buuuuut........."
*Stop trying to think of a reason for me to stay wolf- there isn't one.*
"Fiiiine. Okay, like, think of your body transforming to be more human- once the half-humanity in you activates you should become all goopy so I can reach in and pull out the beasthood."
He concentrated and Joyce put her hand on his bushy upper back fur. It was a bit trickier for Theodore to activate it because he has never transformed before only minutes ago, so he was not at all familiar with what he should be visualizing. Joyce yelped in surprise a moment and Lobo looked back at them just in time to see her fall forward! She had to reach down to put her hand on his back, so when he became amorphous she fell through him- her weight shifted too far forward to keep her footing!
When they collided both of their bodies looked like two globules of liquid colliding with one another- their shape was entirely lost as the spell frantically attempted to parse what their body is supposed to look like- right now it was just a bunch of blank biomass. Luckily; that is what humanity and beasthood is for- properly sorting the shape out. It is a form of instructions. Their limbs re-emerged from the writhing blob first and formed- larger and a bit more masculine looking than Joyce's arms and legs, but less muscle definition like Theodore. They have black claws instead of nails, and pads on the insides of their hands... but they are otherwise human in shape and lack fur. Then a tail emerged as the thighs and butt properly regained their shape- but the hips and ass were absolutely massive! The hips are even wider than Joyce's already are, and the ass is at the very least twice as big and round! Even the thighs were large to properly transition into such a meaty ass!
Testicles fell into a scrotum, though each ball around the size of a softball... so also considerably larger than they are supposed to be, and the shaft formed over it- an odd hybrid. The dick itself stretched straight out then flopped into a lazy arch- nine inches long and almost as thick as a baseball bat. The veins were fat and large like a human shaft, and the glans as well were completely human in shape. The urethra projected from the glans in a rounded cone, and there is still a knot at the base like on a canine phallus. He has no sheath either, but he also didn't have one even when he was a proper wolf, so. There is a triangular patch of fur where pubes would be that trail almost high enough to touch their navel. Their tail grew to an abnormally huge size and the fur is extremely long and red-brown in color. Unlike a normal wolf, the fur curls at the ends, making it look rather untamed.
Their abs took shape and the divot formed deep between them- retaining the muscular appearance they had on just Theo's body. When it came to the pectorals though, the flesh billowed out above the pecs, swelling up as round, taut breasts! Below that; mostly eclipsed by the breasts- there are two breastless nipple and areola, and then yet another two just below the rib cage. When their head formed it was almost entirely human! Their hair was made of massive curls, and a red-brown in color like cherry oak. Their ears are those of a wolf; triangular with furred backs, and able to shift around to face sounds- but their size was massive. Looking more like the satellite-dish sized ears of a fennec fox than anything a wolf would have. Instead of Theo's massive sideburns they had abnormally bushy eyebrows- their actual facial structure a hybrid of the two, so androgynous. Their lips remained a glossy black like a canine, and their eyes two different colors like Loyce's final form- their mind split down the middle. Ice blue on Joyce's side, and emerald green on Theodore's side.
One body with a beasthood and one and a half humanity- the canine traits were outnumbered in this form. Though the gender of this form was rather jumbled. The genitals are entirely male, but they still have breasts and wide hips. Abnormally wide hips at that- but that is likely due to the additional half-humanity. Like Loyce did before them; they could fix the abnormal proportions by growing their entire body instead to even it out. It is two different bodies smushed together after all; in order to be a normal human height, the biomass has to go somewhere else.
She looked at their hands, a little bewildered as they got up off the floor again. "I guess we are... Theojoy?" "Our minds aren't fused, so no. We are still Theo and Joyce, thanks."
It was hard for Lobo to follow their conversation because they both now spoke with the same voice; same pair of lips- like watching someone talk to themselves.
Unlike using the telepathic link- the two of them could now hear each other's thoughts even when they were not actively trying to project them to each other. And now Theodore felt a little bad about asking her to revert him as if it were a simple task. If it was simple- this wouldn't have happened. They can fuse together and pull back apart whenever they want, sure- but they have no way of determining exactly how they divide. Even when Joyce got Theo to pull her and Lobo apart- it did not split how she intended; Lobo ended up with half a humanity he isn't supposed to have. They were lucky he did not accidentally shift to his bipedal form while Maranda was still watching! There is either too much humanity or too much beasthood, causing their bodies to shuffle around randomly- so when they divide, their body shifts making it impossible to divide correctly outside of a miraculous fluke. Imagine trying to cut a sheet of paper that is half black and half white- while someone is constantly shaking the page back and forth. The cut is going to look like an absolute mess.
Theo sighed. "Sooo... this is only going to get worse?" "Not necessarily. I can try something but... let's wait till tomorrow. The Animus isn't going to be in today anyway." "Won't dividing and merging even more jumble things up and make the situation worse?" "Our bodies won't settle on a shape, which means we can accidentally shift at any time... it also means we can consciously shift whenever we want. If you concentrate and try to shift wolf, and I concentrate and try to shift human when we pull apart- it will divide us accordingly. It probably won't be perfect but... closer than this. At the very least, we won't be sharing a single body."
Their tail was wagging automatically- you can bet that was Joyce's half of the emotion doing that. Lobo did not know what to think about it. Luckily- he did not have to. He didn't have to share his body at the moment, so he just wandered back downstairs to get comfortable on the couch, leaning heavily on his wyvern bone cane so he didn't have to learn how to walk on two legs.
Across the street, Maranda's brow was furrowed in disbelief. Using a telescopic lens on her camera she had been watching the entire thing- but there is a curtain over the window over the stairs up, so all Maranda was able to see is the silhouettes. She had no idea what was going on, but she definitely seen what looked like a feral wolf stand up off the floor with a humanoid shape.
Dumbfounded as to what she had seen she went to the only place she knew to- the old falling apart cabin at the edge of the forest. She knocked at the door and half a minute later a shotgun greeted her on the other side. Old Man McGregor answered the door gun-first as always, a lit smoke in the corner of his mouth and a scowl on his face.
"A sheep o' the media, hell d'yo' want? Yer paper already insulted me inough. Ev'ryone reckons ah's crazy- whooppy doo! Fry mah hide! ah doesn't care whut ennyone else reckons. ah knows whut ah know."
"N-no, sir. Old m- er, Gilligan McGregor- I came to you because I was wondering about werewolves. What are the odds of one actually appearing in Stonegale?"
He took a deep drag from his smoke and lowered his gun, leaning forward before exhaling the smoke. "Hundred percent. Eff'n they is not already hyar- they will be. An' th' one unyversal truth about 'em? Eff'n yo' doesn't kill them real fast- they will kill yo' real fast."
----- [u][b][center][color=goldenrod]04 Perchance To Dream[/color][/u][/b][/center] -----
Joyce was glad they decided to have a nap after. She likes sleeping in and she couldn't when she was sharing a body with Lobo, and all this form shuffling is tiring stuff. After a while she opened her eyes to the late afternoon sun at the edge of a massive field of grass. This is... the area behind the woods behind their house? No one owns this land so the grass doesn't get cut here- growing as tall as your neck. She is entirely naked at the edge of the woods- but the sunlight is so warm she had thought she was still in bed. The warm sun and cool breeze felt like the comfy, fresh sheets on her bed gently rolling around her. She did not even think to question why she was a good distance from her house and naked.
Though she has not seen them; she somehow knows both Lobo and Theo are close. Joyce steps into the tall grass, but as she walks it sort of tickles her naked flesh, and when she looks at her arms she sees a bit of black fur! She twirled around with her arms out and even more fur appeared! Wherever the grass brushed against her- it turned her more wolf, as if painting the wolf traits on her! Joyce giggled and dashed forward with her arms out, letting the grass tickle her limbs, her thighs, her breasts. She spun around getting her back as well and then did a little hop and fell back down- the grass grew thickly enough and tall enough that it knit together under her as she fell and padded her landing. Giggling like a schoolgirl; Joyce rolled and tumbled through the grass, mussing her hair up even as it was joined by fur. Being so close to the ground, when she did land on her feet it was on all fours- suddenly a full feral wolf again! She whipped her head back, feeling her long hair swing around. A wolf with the most luxurious head of hair!
Her ears automatically turned at the sound of the grass rustling elsewhere, and she turned just in time to see a large red wolf emerge from the tall grass with her- with very bushy fur on the sides of his head! Theodore was in full wolf form too- his half chub already bobbing in the open since he has no sheath to contain it in the first place. He smelled her, pushing his nose into her hair and the bushy fur around her neck where her scent builds the strongest before it can escape into the open air. Joyce playfully nipped at him after a few moments, and he bit her neck- though his fangs did not go deep enough to even touch her actual skin. With a mouthful of her mane he jumped at her, yanking her up and over, pinning her onto her back!
When he moved over Joyce the end of his exposed dick caught on and bounced over two of her erect teats, till it was firm enough to hold itself up over them. He brought his head down to hers thinking to kiss her, but then did not know how to really with the head of a wolf. Her gently pressed his black lips to hers, but then Joyce licked his face! He pulled his head back a bit but she followed, licking his snout. Ick- her breath smelled like raw mushrooms for some reason.
They both paused and looked over as the grass parted and Lobo walked out, again in his true form. A grey wolf with golden eyes and two facial scars to easily identify him by no matter what shape he takes. Theo backed up and Lobo approached Joyce who remained on her back with all four paws up and limp. Lobo opened his maw and bit her face- putting her muzzle inside of his! A playful act of dominance. She exposes her belly- an act of submission. Lobo doesn't care if she calls Theo her alpha or not- but when it is Lobo and Joyce; Lobo is always alpha. He let her go and she quickly scrambled to her feet, spying the tiniest hint of red at the end of his sheath- a little shaft peeking. She approached Lobo to the side and he immediately seen what she was gawking at and took a step back out of her reach. Joyce quickly did a little hop with her front legs spread out in front of her, bowing her front half a bit. Lobo only dipped his head and neck with her motion, keeping his eyes locked with hers. She did the same thing again, inching forward a bit with the second hop, causing him to step back again and this time he mirrored her, putting his arms out and upper half down. They both froze like that for a half minute before she turned and bolted full blast into the tall grass! Both Lobo and Theo bolted after her- one to her left and the other to the right; all three wolves cutting their own path in the grass that is twice as tall as they are.
The wind is not cold as it ripples through the grass around them, but it still gives them goosebumps from its impossible gentle touch rolling across their bushy fur. They run close enough together that they can see each other through the brief gaps in the thin wall of grass between them as they run. Lobo's penis now half out and erecting, knowing what his prize for catching her is. As the most experienced at being an actual wolf- Lobo eventually took the lead and turned to pounce on Joyce but she abruptly stopped and turned. She lived with his former pack for two months- she knows how they hunt. Theodore was basically just following the two of them- so he had to make a much broader turn to keep up.
Theo managed to catch up- they both lost track of Lobo for a moment. Theodore lunged forward and snapped at her, managing to bite down on her tail, but he did not quite get far enough ahead and her tail immediately pulled back out- he had only caught the fur. She turned and nipped back at him playfully, missing almost on purpose, but making him stop as well to evade. Lobo lunged out of the grass over her, tackling her to the ground! Both of their bodies tumbled together, rolling over top of one another! When they stopped, she felt his stiffening rod against her backside and froze up. Lobo hopped up and gripped her tightly with his forelimbs, but then rolled onto his side and then back- yanking her along with him! Now Lobo was on the bottom, but he was still on her back- pulling her limbs up off the ground, preventing her from using them to try and dash away again!
Joyce let out a startled yip when she felt his hot rod poke her anus and slowly penetrate her! Oh, he has never used that entrance before. Theo caught up again, heart hammering from all the running- and his dick very hard now because of all the flopping around from running while already erect. Thanks to their position; he was greeted with her six erect teats and plump, moist pussy waiting for him. That is why Lobo took the back way. Because Lobo is holding her up- Theo and Joyce's chest fur rub together as he gets up over her and aligns his dick, plunging into her. He shuddered at the feeling of the plush, soft, rubbery flesh of her fat labia envelop his cock and kiss the front of his already swollen knot!
Theo gripped her chest and upper back just under her shoulders from the front, while Lobo gripped her around her lower ribs and to her sides- his paws right beside her upper teats. Her body rocked up and down on his with his thrusts, which also set the pace for Theo to match from above as both males penetrated her from a different hole at the same time. Joyce's head just lulled back with a blissful look in her eyes as she watched the blue sky above while being in a wolf-sandwich. She grunt a bit and then yipped when Lobo shoved his knot against her and managed to stretch her hole large enough to accept it, if only for a moment. The pleasure of her tight anal muscles gripping his knot made it swell even larger, to its hardest- and tied them. Theo popped his in easier, but once inside the effect was the same- the pleasure swelled it to its maximum size and tied them from the front. The boys thrust off-rhythm of one another, but their knots were so large that they could feel one another's cock through the soft flexible walls of Joyce's inner passages! Because they thrust off-beat; their knots tugged on each other using Joyce's flesh as a buffer between them to make sure they did not get completely snagged on each other! Joyce felt SO full with both knots in, dragging her insides back and forth along with them because they press into her so tightly! All her pleasure receptors constantly humming, all stretched taut and ultra-aware of all the slightest movements.
Being double-penetrated made her shudder at the edge of orgasm the entire time; when the knots popped in she climaxed immediately. She had a second, and was approaching a third when the boys finally tensed up as far as possible and exploded into her. Lobo's cum felt like it filled deeper into her, coating her insides with hot goo. Theo's cum had less room to go, so instead it built up, trapped by his knot, and stretched her pussy out even more around it like a water balloon; putting Joyce over the edge and causing her to tremble in a THIRD orgasm! Because she is being held up- her back legs shook quite a bit when she orgasms, because there is nothing bracing them, they just hang above her limp.
When Lobo flopped over on his side he once again pulled Joyce over- and since he was mostly balancing on her- he yanked Theo over too! Instead of hitting the ground, they fell THROUGH the ground! The ground passed over them gently and moved out of the way like they were tumbling through clouds, or... bed sheets?
Joyce sat up fast- dragging Theodore with her since they still shared a body. "Oh... uh. Huh. Wow, I just had-" "A wild dream?" "Wait... grass field? Sex?" "We had the same dream? I guess that makes sense- we are two halves of the same brain right now."
As they found out later however, the dream was actually shared three-ways. Lobo also had the same dream. They had been playing musical chairs with their bodies, and the crossed-signals left them with shared dreams too. Why their eidolon were all feral wolves however was anyone's guess, because none of them currently have the form of a feral wolf. Lobo was slowly getting used to being able to walk around like a man- and was liking the new form if for no other reason than he is much taller in this form. He still leans on the wyvern bone as a cane wherever he goes though, so you can hear him coming from the clack of bone against the floor.
Joyce and Theodore shifted themselves around to fix their proportions- shrinking their ears, their tail, thighs and especially hips to be proportionally correct to their mostly human body. The result of that however is that they now stand eight and a half feet tall and hit their heads on every doorway they try to pass through. It made preparing dinner that night awkward, because they are so tall that the island counter is only at crotch-level... so they leaned their hips waaay back for that, so nothing else flopped onto the chopping board by accident.
They all ended up laying on the couch watching a marathon of very old movies well into the night, since they had all slept through the middle of the day. Eventually Lobo slipped away to use the bathroom. And by bathroom I mean the backyard, because he's never used an actual toilet, so it didn't even occur to him that he could now that he is humanoid.
Once they were alone, Theo smirked and cupped their breasts. "So this is what they feel like from the other side, huh?" "Nice, right? Squishy like a stress ball!"
They squeezed and gently pat the breasts, hypnotized by their bouncing. Grabbing the nipples they twisted and tugged out on them, both moaning, but the breasts swelled a bit, putting the nipples further out! They both smirked, but then their thoughts quickly became a jumbled blur. They groaned, trying to think of something- anything, but unable to for several seconds. They could not even process what they were looking at or doing. When they could- it was no longer Joyce and Theodore. Their eyes are now bright cyan! Trying to shift their form caused their brains to blend together!
"Welp... NOW, we are Theojoy. Ugh... I hate my own sense of humor."
Their shared lewdness immediately made their body start to shrink... and their breasts grow in its place. A little patch of fur also formed over their breasts and grew into a rather cute little tuft to cap their cleavage. Not too long into the size transfer though- the nipples below started to rise on their own soft hills! Small breasts started to form behind the second set of nipples! Theojoy dug their fingers into their fattening tits, loving the feeling of the flesh billowing up between their digits. They stretched their tits up as far as they could and dropped them hard into the forming second set, putting all four into a jiggling fit as they collide! By the time the second set was the size the original had been... the third set of nipples now started to grow breasts! Breasts are a much smaller space to concentrate biomass into- so their growth seemed more extreme than the shrinking of their body.
Theojoy's tail was wagging so hard it felt like there was a fan pointed at up their back. Their top breasts bloated up chubby and round stopping at the size of two oblong basketballs- nipples as long as two segments on her pinky finger. The second set stopped just shy of that, and the third just shy of those. When fully resting on their body without any clothing to hold them up, they cover basically all of Theojoy's torso except their crotch. They fanned their hands back and forth, flicking the six sets of nipples up and down with the plush pads on their inner hands. Lobo had returned from the bathroom by then, but just smirked at their self-exploration and wandered upstairs to sleep on the carpet of the bedroom and leave them alone.
Theojoy's dick was bobbing aggressively in their lap now from touching themselves so much, and the knot starting to swell at its base- at a much slower pace. They scoot themselves around to put their back on the far cushion, then grabbed a pillow on the opposite end and shoved it up under their butt- putting their hips up higher than their head! Curled up even slightly caused all six fat breasts to squeeze into one another, billowing rounder and pulling the skin taut. With their hips up, their dick penetrated the cleavage of their lower two boobs! Theojoy can give themselves a titfuck! With their body curled- Theojoy's chin just barely cleared their upper cleavage, but thrusting their cock into the lower two caused their breasts to clap against each other like a Newton's cradle- the bottom breasts hit the middle, which then bounced the top off them and gently pat their face with the soft curves. Using their hands; Theojoy took turns grabbing the nipples of the three different sets, rolling the erect teats between their fingers, squished against their plush paw pads, or grabbing them and yanking the breasts out to the sides and letting them spring back into place!
Their dick penetrated the bottom cleavage, so when Theojoy climaxed they came into the cleavage of the middle breasts. They ended up falling asleep, enjoying the afterglow of their orgasm, and they did not even turn off the TV which continued to play obscure classic movies into the wee morning hours.
----- [u][b][center][color=goldenrod]05 The Alpha And The Omega[/color][/center][/u][/b] -----
Theodore's second day off and the day the Animus might arrive at the shop. Lobo woke with the sun like always, but Theo and Joyce slept in almost till noon. Lobo did not need entertainment unlike humans- he was content to sit by the open window, basking in the morning sun and letting the breeze ruffle his fur while he just sits silently with his thoughts.
When Theojoy finally did wake up- it was time to try and divide themselves. There is one humanity and one beasthood, but also a spare half of a humanity, so too much to divide evenly no matter what. Theojoy figured the most balanced they are going to get is if one is fully human and stabilized, and the other is essentially a wolfman like Lobo currently is. A wolf with half a humanity is still more stable than a full wolf with a full humanity- that is why Lobo hasn't had much problem maintaining that shape. So like planned; Theodore tried to think of a human transformation and Joyce tried to think of a wolf. It was easier said than done, since as Theojoy; there is no clear divide from one mind and the other. It was a single mind trying to associate its current thoughts with its conflicting memories.
Theojoy started to shift their form, and grabbed the arm of the couch with one hand and the edge of a wall with the other, pulling in two different directions as their form became amorphous! Half their body started to turn more feral as the other half turned more human at the top and started to peel apart in the middle! When they divided finally; Theodore flopped across the floor and almost hit his face on the polls of the arm railing for the stairs to the second floor. Joyce face-planted herself into the side of the couch- a much softer landing. When they got up they looked each other over and immediately took note of the differences. Theo is entirely normal looking. Joyce is entirely beast, while Theo is one and a half human. That means Joyce is going to have a bit of a problem thinking and holding her concentration, she is full feral. She was raised human, and only has human memories and knowledge- so she is the equivalent of a tamed wolf at least.
Theo got dressed, crossing his fingers that when he calls the Arcanum; they have good news. It could potentially take several more days for the Animus to come in. He feels the occasional pang of a transformation trying to take hold and manages to suppress it. Since he has an extra half humanity in him, he could potentially mutate to have an extra set of arms, or suddenly become ultra-muscular, or hung out of the blue. Joyce may be full feral- but it's just one full beasthood, so she is actually the most stable form of all of them, she will not shift around. When Theo came back downstairs he smiled at the sight of Joyce sitting by the telephone with her tail wagging, eagerly waiting for him to make the call.
He did not even have time to pick up the receiver when there was a loud knock at the door, and a man declared he was a police officer! Theo furrowed his brows. What on earth did the police want? Lobo appeared at the top of the stairs and spoke down to them . He wore a cloak hiding his form- it had been a cover they used to keep dust off an unused couch upstairs.
"The nosy one with the flashing box. She is with these intruders."
Theo tilted his head. "Flashing...? Oh, the camera. The reporter, Gods damnit."
Theo was considering answering the door but Joyce bit his pant leg, holding him back. If the police are here, they are probably going to want to look around. And currently they will find a wolfman and a new feral wolf- neither of whom are supposed to be here. Which on its own isn't THAT bad- they CAN just explain what happened. Except Maranda is also outside, and will report on anything they say, which IS bad.
Theo groaned, motioning to the back of the house. "You and Lobo get out of here." As Lobo came down the stairs they all heard a clicking at the front door- the officer is using a universal key to unlock their door. "Shit, quickly."
Lobo pat Theodore on the shoulder as he passed. "You too, sheathless. You will not be able to give them an explanation that will satisfy them."
Theo sighed. "Do you really need to call me that?"
"No." He continued to walk out. "I do not need to call you at all."
Theo reluctantly followed. Luckily the universal key took a few seconds to work. It is a magical device to be placed over any non-magic based lock, that will open it regardless of key shape. The three of them had to exit through the kitchen door at the back of the house- over the back patio. The forest behind their yard isn't really dense enough to hide in, and there are no sheds in these back yards- so they dashed toward the denser buildings, hoping to take backstreets to avoid any attention. At a glance Lobo will just look like a very tall person- thanks to the cloak he is hiding under. At a distance, Joyce could be mistaken for a very large dog. And for the time being anyway, Theo looks perfectly normal.
Lobo holds him back however, instructing Theo to stay a ways back from Joyce, and he will stay a ways off from both of them. If they travel together the odds of them attracting attention go up. And if they get caught while they are all together, then they cannot help one another- because then they are all caught. Theo followed his lead, knowing damn well a wolf knows best when it comes to the hunt.
The police officer took a few steps into the house, looked around and called out, getting no reply. He turned back to Maranda who was looking rather nervous herself and shrugged. "They aren't even home. Are you SURE you saw a werewolf? Why didn't you use your camera to take a picture of it?"
"I need to replace the flashbulb, I already used it earlier that day, and they are kind of delicate to be carrying around several of them." She furrowed her brow, motioning to the house. "Are you SURE they aren't home? Because that means Lobo is on the loose too. Is there any signs of a monster? Claw marks or... I don't know! Old Man McGregor sai-"
"Woooah- wait. You been talking to McGregor?"
Maranda blushed. "W-well yes, but I went to him after I-"
The officer just lifted his hand to silence her. "You of all people should know the old man is batshit crazy. Your own publication reported on his tall tales. Do NOT call us on his advising. Do not even encourage him. He has a lot of weapons at his disposal and frankly we think HE is a risk to public safety, but he technically obtained his armory legally so we can't actually take it away from him."
The officer used the universal key to re-lock the door, but Maranda quickly ran off while his back was turned- determined to track them down. She was watching the front doors, they did not leave the house normally, and why would they sneak out unless they knew she was here already? That means they cannot be far. Gilligan was out searching the area too, but he was scanning the streets as a failsafe if the 'were wolf' made a run for it and overpowered the officer- if they snuck out, they probably aren't going to be on the main streets. This was more than just a big story- it was a huge risk to public safety. A werewolf had not been seen in eons, and there was never really that many on this content in the first place, most people assumed they were extinct. Old Man McGregor is the only one who still hunted them- though everyone assumed he was just jumping at shadows.
Joyce peeked her head out around corners ahead of the other two, and then dashed across the street to the next alleyway. Theo followed, just walking casually behind her about twenty paces, and then Lobo shuffled along with his bone cane ten feet behind Theodore. The wolves at the front and back- because their senses are sharper than a humans, Joyce first because she is the most stable. Strongest wolf leads the pack- not necessarily the alpha, just whoever can cut the wind or snow the best for the others to follow.
Maranda spotted her though- she spotted Joyce dashing across a street to get to the alley at the other side. They were trying to loop around, to get back to the house from the opposite side. Thanks to Lobo's foresight however- she did not see Theo or Lobo still on the other side.
Maranda pulled out her camera- loaded with a new flashbulb today and quickly snapped a photo of Joyce, causing her to jump in surprise from the bright flash. "Got you now, beast!"
Maranda spun around to run before the wolf tried to attack but she ran face first into Theodore's chest as he walked up from behind.
"Ah, miss reporter. I see you are taking more photos of Lobo. Wife used magic to change his coat color, like the black?"
Maranda jabbed his chest with her index. "You can't fool me, buddy! You are harboring a monster! That is not Lobo- it has long hair, and its eye color is different! I have photo evidence! Your wife got bit by a werewolf out in the wilds and brought the curse back to us all!!"
"N-no, there are no werewolves. You have photographs of two regular wolves. Neither of those are werewolves." He was almost about to point out the fact Joyce has a silver claw, but that would out her on her transformation mishap. She has one silver claw that is her repurposed braided silver ring... silver kills werewolves.
"No! I consulted Gilligan McGregor- he might be an eccentric old man, but he knows what he is talking about when it comes to werewolves, I will expose all your secrets!"
A full BFI slammed into the alley on its side, right beside her, close enough that it yanked her hair back with the air pressure as it came down, causing Maranda to utterly freeze in place; too afraid to even produce a sound in reaction.
Lobo slowly walked up behind Theodore- having tossed the 600 pound metal box through the air like a child throws their toys. His upper lips curled back to bare his pearly white fangs at Maranda.
"You threaten my pack? You wish to hurt us with your words?" He leaned forward close enough that she could feel the heat of his breath. "Then I will hurt you back- but it won't be with words."
"P-p-p-p-please d-d-don't eat me..."
He smacked her shoulder, knocking her back a pace. "I would never eat you. Just because I am almost positive you'd taste like shit."
Joyce took the opening to snatch the camera out of Maranda's hand with her maw, and bit down hard enough to shatter the camera, destroying the photo of her wolf form. She was unable to join in trying to convince Maranda with words, since she cannot speak in this form. She cannot use the telepathy on Maranda because she doesn't know Maranda's personal rune to connect them. Maranda backed up in fear, and the three of them grouped up and went to return home now, leaving Maranda trembling in fear in the alley. It was quicker to return the way they came, since they now know where the reporter is and already dealt with her. If she returns to her paper with no photos, people will just think she is nuts. Especially since she was consulting with Gilligan McGregor, who is notoriously nuts.
As soon as they were a safe distance, Maranda took a deep breath and shouted at the top of her lungs. "McGregor! They are here! The wolves are heeere!"
Lobo turned and sneered at her again and Maranda turned and ran away as fast as she possibly could.
Theodore motioned for Joyce to hurry and follow him. "She has been talking to that old nutjob? Let's get out of here before anyone else comes to see what the commotion is and makes this even more complicated."
As they were hustling across the street... the ground started to shake. They paused and looked around quickly to figure out what the rumbling is, and Theo and Joyce froze up in fear. Lobo did not know what he is looking at, because he has never seen one before.
The tank McGregor is riding in was definitely not meant to be driven on a street- the treads are chewing up the pavement and turning it into mulch. McGregor is ex-military after all, and the tank had been decommissioned, so no one thought twice about him taking it, assuming it doesn't work anyway. And it didn't, but he unfortunately knows how to repair it. The mess of clockwork gears on the inside that allow the turret to turn are a hazard if you get your clothes or fingers caught in it, and it just fires regular old cannon balls, but it is still a tank- the most advanced this world had to offer anyway.
Theodore immediately put his hands up. He knew if they tried to make a run for it- Gilligan would just immediately fire on whoever ran first. "Wohooo-there. Let's not do anything too crazy...er. Crazier than they already are. There has been a massive misunderstanding- just a transformation mishap, definitely no werewolves here." He motioned to the silver claw on Joyce's paw. "She is wearing silver right now- can't be a werewolf."
"Polished steel."
"You are free to bring anything made of silver over here and slap it on any of us- it won't do anything because none of us are werewolves. There hasn't been a werewolf seen anywhere remotely close to Stonegale in two hundred years."
"A hundred an' twenty five, acshully- least on record. An' sho'nuff- ah will haid on over thar an' slap yo' wif some silvah. Then yo' rip mah throat out on account o' ah was dumb inough t'exit mah vehicle. ah's not an idiot."
Lobo slowly walked forward to put himself in front of his pack. Joyce yelped at him and was about to grab his foot in her mouth and pull him back but as soon as she went to move, the cannon on the tank twitched to look at her.
Theo shook his head, whispering to Lobo. "G-get back Lobo, you can't fight a tank. No one can fight a tank- it can kill you from half a mile away faster than you can blink."
"I protect pack."
He barred his fangs at the tank and tossed his cloak off to the side, never breaking eye contact with the enemy for even a moment. Lobo's fur started to rise up on end as he tensed in anger, the sound of his growl like a roll of thunder.
Joyce practically screamed at him in their shared mind space. *No! No Lobo, you can't protect against this, it's metal and explosions!*
Gilligan smiled and took a deep breath- momentarily lighting the dark interior with the glow from his cigarette. "See yo' in hell, beast."
The police were now on Gilligan's trail- finding the mess of destroyed road his tank has left in his wake, but were still too far off to save the day. Old Man McGregor fired the turret at Lobo, who refused to get out of the way even though his reflexes may have been fast enough to dodge it- he does not recognize this threat, and his loyalty to his pack will never allow him to back down from ANYTHING. Joyce leapt forward, but she could not get to him in time, and even Theo jumped at Lobo to knock him out of the way but he is not faster than a close-range cannon ball.
The massive black iron sphere ripped a hole straight through Lobo's upper left chest and shoulder and slammed deep into the road behind him... at only half the size it entered at. The rest had been absorbed into Lobo as it passed through. Because Theodore touched him- triggering a fusion, which made his body amorphous at the moment of impact. Joyce then arrived a half second later, and all three bodies were drawn together!
The shadow of the wolf crept down the street toward Gilligan as they grew bigger and bigger with the shared mass of three people. Gilligan frantically tossed a satchel of black powder into the loading chamber of the turret and scrambled to load another cannon ball. Generally there is more than one person in a tank- someone else is supposed to load the turret, not the driver. Though Lobo's genitals only increased in size- he did get female influence from Joyce as two rows of three erect teats formed down his muscular midriff. The hole the ball ripped through his chest slowly closed- having not dripped a single drop of blood in the process, and mending without leaving so much as a mark in its wake.
Theodore's muscular physique stacked itself on top of Lobo's already fit form and their upper arm, pectoral, and especially upper back muscles swelled absolutely massive. For a moment Lobo's eyes changed color- ice blue on the right and emerald green on the left, but then his head quickly deformed and started to duplicate itself! His chest cracked and became unusually wide, and the top branching into one and two halves of a collar bone- an additional half on either side of the original collar bones. The veins and then muscle in his neck swelled gargantuan and then they too started to branch and split- his spine now forked like a trident. A new wolf head spawned off either side of his existing one, and he was given two new eyes of his original golden color.
Joyce, Theodore, and Lobo each had their own individual head- so their thoughts were still separate, but because they shared a body, their will was united, and the control shared. The fur grew exceptionally long and bushy now around all three necks, the chest, the upper back, the tail, and on their shared forearms above their half-paw hands. Their fur colors all blended together across the entire body turning to charcoal grey, but the very ends of the fur turned vibrant red- looking like embers floating among a sea of ash. Though their heads were still individual; the united fur color remained consistent across all of them, but each still retained their own eye color. Theo also had slightly longer fur on top of his head, and a LOT longer fur on the sides. Joyce still had her human hair in addition to her fur, and it is still complete black in contrast to the dark grey.
Lobo let the bone cane fall to the street for now- in comparison to their new size it looked more like a toothpick. Their proportions remained normal, so by putting the biomass of all three of them into a single body- the one wolf threesome stands over twelve feet tall.
His fur stood on end again and all three heads bared their fangs in anger as they turned to face the tank again. "My turn."
He jumped off the ground from a dead stop so high Gilligan cannot even see where he went through the narrow slat he has to see out of. Lobo landed on the end of the turret so hard the entire rest of the tank was yanked momentarily off the ground, before the weight on either end bent the long turret- so if anyone attempted to fire it, it would backfire and blow the tank up instead. Lobo slammed his hand into the top of the tank and five, six inch long claws made of solid black iron ripped through the armored roof in a perfect circle around Gilligan's head. All of their claws are black iron thanks to the mass they absorbed unintentionally from the cannon ball- the only exception is a single claw on their left hand has beautiful silver filigree embedded in it- thanks to Joyce's ring.
They closed their hand with their fingers still rammed through the roof and caused the metal plates of the tank to groan and deform, and when they had a tight enough grip they slammed the other hand into the side, yanked back as hard as they could and tore the hatch off the top of the yank- ripping the metal hinges clean off!
Gilligan spat his smoke out and put his fists up. "Come on then, fight me! ah will spit blood in yer eyes as ah bleed out!"
The police finally arrived and piled out of their cars, but then stood there a bit dumbfounded and not at all knowing who to point their flintlock pistols at. The giant three headed monster wolf, or the insane old man who used an illegal war machine to destroy four city blocks of road, and fired a cannon in the middle of a residential district.
Lobo grabbed him by the throat and lifted him out of his wrecked war machine.
Joyce scoffed at how he kicked and squirmed. "Not so tough now, are you, you crazy old bastard."
Gilligan's face was bright red and he even had tears of pain in his eyes.
Lobo lowered him so his feet at least rest on the top of the tank. "I let you live- so you can remember the embarrassment of defeat, false-wolf."
Theo narrowed his eyes. "False-wolf??"
Lobo took his hand away, revealing the pattern of the silver filigree from his left ring finger, etched into Gilligan's neck as a second degree burn.
The eyes of both Joyce and Theo went wide in realization. "You're a werewolf!!"
So, Old Man McGregor was right all along- there are werewolves in Stonegale; himself. The boy who cried wolf, is a wolf. That is why he so vehemently waits for more to arrive, and has dedicated his life to the hunt. He was bit by a werewolf when he was young and turned as a result- as the curse is transmitted by a virus that carries through bodily fluids, like saliva from a bite. That is why Gilligan was willing to fight Lobo even in his three-headed ultrawolf form- a werewolf regenerates from any wounds you inflict on it, no matter how severe... unless it was inflicted by silver. Silver is poison to the virus cells that carry the curse. That is also why he put himself to use in the military- unlike the other soldiers he had no fear of dying, because odds are the enemy wasn't using silver bullets, and if it isn't silver; it cannot kill him. When he retired from his service, he took up vigil- wasting his life waiting for a werewolf to attack, even though all the savage werewolves had already been slain long ago. He did it for revenge- he wanted so badly for the wolf that bit him to show up, so he could finally murder it for what it did to him. But it is more than likely the wolf that bit him died a long, long time ago, and he has been waiting for a ghost.
The police escorted Lobo's pack back to their home, and even went to the Arcanum to pick up their Animus for them so they would not have to wander around like... that. The news never reported on any of it- the police never released their identity and the only one who could have snapped a photo is now in prison. For calling the police in to hunt a werewolf that did not exist, for invasion of privacy, for aiding in attempted murder and destruction of property- Maranda was arrested. She would not be in jail very long, but it did come with a large fine and she sure as hell doesn't have her job at the paper anymore. As promised- her boss dropped all association with her and pretended like they never met. As for Gilligan, well; the police finally had their legal reasons to confiscate his... obscenely large stash of weaponry, save for a silver broadsword which he was allowed to keep- he can wield the sword without harm because the handle is gilded and wrapped heavily in leather. Because of his old age, they were not going to throw him in prison, but they did throw him in a retirement home under careful supervision- the lock on his door made of silver, in case he gets a little too rowdy on a full moon.
Joyce used the Animus to draw out the extra beasthood and thus revert all three of them once again back to their default forms- now all three stable. She did not use the counterspell to break up the contained beasthood though. Now that it has a vessel; she can use it to transform whenever she wants, like she originally intended. And there is still a certain dream she had that she wouldn't mind re-enacting... at least for starters. | STORY |
Azur lane . An organisation , a military organisation to fight of the strange creature none as sirens . The creature of massive destruction and fire power came to the human world . Took humanities sea and pushed them away from their rights .
The humanity saw the great darkness Infront of them . They tried to light a ray of hope into the darkness but they all failed .
Finally....after blood battles humanity finally achieved redemption . A way of out of the bloody darkness that will make a path to their salvation .
Azur lane . This was the organisation created to fight of the dangerous and the horrors of the sea that the sirens possessed.
Humanity created ship girls. Created from the strongest ships in the history of the humanity . The ships girls were biotechnologically modified human like beings with emotions , growth , age , souls . They possess a thing that is Humanities greatest invention......the mental cube or.....simply known as wisdom cube .
Embodied with the powers of the cube , with the help of ship girls or kensens , they found a ray of hope outside this dark domain .
15 years.....this war has been out for 15 years since the first great siren war was finished ..
Azur lane was consiste of different factions . 4 major factions were : eagle union ( USA ) , Royal navy ( Great Britain ) , Ironblood ( Germany ) , Sakura empire ( Japan ) .
Others factions are :
Northern preliment ( soviet union or Russia ) , serdegna empire ( Italy ) , Irish liber ( French ) , vicheay dominion ( axis french ) , dragon empiry ( china ) .
With all those....humanity seek for redemption , pray to God that they will help them in their journey to salvation .
Present time . Azur lane base , pearl harbour .
A car stopped Infront of the office building of the commander . A women with long , black hair , beautiful face and a dominating aura stepped out of the vehicle with a smile on her face ..she was wearing the naval uniform. She was the commander of the azur lane . Sarah lockhart . The greatest commander to ever serve the azur lane for 15 years .
" Finally...home sweet home " sarah said . But a sweat run from her forehead as she could hear her brains yelling at her to not to step inside the building or she will have to deal with the immense paper works .
But she shoved her heart away using her matrix law and decided to step inside .
Stepping inside the building she was greeted with two maids . One was Belfast.
Another one was Sirius .
Two hotties of the royal navy .
.......
.......
.......
.......
.......
.......
Okay okay cut cut !!
Sarah was greeted by two maids of the royal navy . Belfast and Sirius .
" My lady , welcome back from your mission " Belfast greeted her with a lovely smile . Her eyes went to the little child clinging ontu the commanders leg . Belfast smiled at the little boy who looked like at the age of 3 or 4 maybe ..
" Hello Belfast , it is so nice to meet you again " Sarah said as she looked at the maid .
Her smile was lovely and filled with love as she looked at her bestie . Belfast smiled back " commander may I ask who's the little child ?" Sirius asked . Sarah looked at Sirius and then to the litlte child " oh this little fellow ." Pats the child's head who enjoyed it like a puppy .
" He is well....he is my son " both maids were taken aback by this revelation. Their commander had a child while being away or she had him while they were kept in the dark .
" My my , he is certainly a cute little boy isn't he ?" Belfast asked as she kneeled down . The boy was shy and kept on hugging the commanders leg ..
" Don't be shy evos....they are not going to hurt you darling " Sarah said in sweet pleasant voice . Evos , the small child seems to be on the edge after hearing this . He losen his grip .
Sarah sighs . Her son was not that social with other people around him . " I am sorry Bel but he is like that . Don't you mind "
Belfast pats Evos's head who liked it and wanted her to pat his head even more . " I don't . He is way to cute to get angry on " Sirius took Sarah's belongings and went to her living quarters .
Sarah took evos's hand and entered the office ..
" Ahhh the office is still the same as always . I have always loved being here "
" No your not !! " Sarah heard a voice in her head arguing with her
It was her alter self . She mentally slapped it way turning it into a cupcake and throws into the near by tresh can .
Evos was looking around the room with great interest . Sarah saw this and smiled " like what you see Hun ?"
She asked as she took her son in her arms cuddling him .
" Y...yes...." Evos said being shy even around his mother . " This is your office room mommy ?" Evos asked as he looked around the huge royal room . Sarah stroke her babies hair " it is my child....from now on it is your room too " Sarah said with love and affection .
The way she talking it seems like she loved her son way beyond her life . She kissed the top of his head which evos loved and tried to catch her face with his little arms but failed to do so .
She decided to sit down with Evos and looked through some paper works . She saw one paper works asking for permission to go to the sortie to the northern sea .
Apparently she sent northern fleet to there but it wasn't enough . The egeal unions are requesting for the same mission .
" No...it cannot be given permission ..I cannot let any more ships to get killed " Sarah said as she put the paper work aside without any sign . She sigh and looked at evos on her lap playing with his doll . She smiled and pat his head .
" Evos....darling....do you want to meet with your sisters ?" Sarah asked as she waited for his reaction . First evos looked at her with a small smile " sister...I have them ?" He asked in a cute puppy voice .
Her nose mentally bleed as she was goddamn hard not to blush . She nodded " hmhm your sisters.....do you want to meet them ?" Sarah asked evos .
Evos looked at his doll and nodded " I would love to mommy " Sarah smiled and looked at her son . She then rang the calling bell .
After 2 minutes Belfast entered the room with her usual elegant smile . She bowed down and asked " yes my lady you called for assistance ?" She asked in a charming voice .
" Belfast....could you bring me enterprise and hornet....and Yorktown if she is okay " Sarah asked Belfast who happily nodded " ofc my dear commander . I will go and see if they are available at this moment "
Belfast left the room . After 5 minutes enterprise , hornet came into the room along with Belfast .
" Commander....you called ?" Enterprise asked . She didn't notice the cute little boy who was playing on the commanders lap .
" Enterprise , hornet....welcome . Thank you for coming inside " Sarah looked at them with a warm smile
Hornet usually has her cheeky grine as she looked at her favourite commander " so why did you call for us com ?" She asked in her pun voice .
Sarah stood up from her seat and looked at hornet . " Well....to show him to you guys " she had evos in her arm who was still playing but commander caught his attention as he looked at both elder women Infront of him .
Enterprise and hornet both looked at the child in commanders arm . Hornet immediately began to smile " awww who is that little cute " she said as she approached the little child . Evos looked at her with a curious look which made him look more and more cute .
Hornet pinch his cheeks with her soft hands " he is way to soft and fluffy ! So cute " she said as she continues to baby evos .
Sarah smiled " well....let's say he is one of yours now " Sarah said as she looked at the sisters .
" One of ours....commander we don't quite follow" enterprise said . She was thinking about evos being her little brother .
" Well enterprise . I know what you are thinking and this is.... exactly what your thinking . Evos is the 5th class of the Yorktown class carrier and the first Yorktown class. Multi-purpose air craft carrier along with being a battle ship . " Sarah finished literally shocking the sisters and Belfast who was present along with the room .
" A multi-purpose.....carrier " hornet asked as she looked at the child .
" And a battle ship too.....how...?" Enterprise asked . She approached the boy . Her face was still cold and emotionless . Like she was meant for fighting .
" Hi..." Evos waved at hornet and enterprise completely melting their hearts . Enterprise smiled " hello . What is your name ?" She adked in a kind gentle tone not wanting to scare the little child off .
Evos smiled " my name is....UUSS evos..."
The term UUSS caught their ears . Sarah smiled looking at their confused look .
Evos was tossing his hands . He wanted to be picked up by enterprise " hug...hug " evos wanting to be hugged by enterprise was one of the wholesome moment here on azur lane .
Enterprise smiled and took her new little brother in her arms and looked at him . " Aren't you a cute boy ?" She asked ruffling the hair of evos .
Evos looked at enterprise tie . Like every other babies his curiosity got better of him as he took the tie and started to play with it .
Hornet and Sarah giggled as Belfast was looking at with a warm smile .
" Look at you sister ! He has already taken a liking to you " hornet said as she looked at the the child playing with his big sister like a mother and a son .
Enterprise hugged evos tighter and ruffle his hair . " He is quite attached to Me that's what I am seeing " enterprise said as she looked at her baby brother .
" But commander.....how . We never ever informed that we will be having a little brother ?" Hornet asked as she looked at the commander .
" Well surprise is a good thing right ?" Sarah asked . Evos was still playing with enterprise tie . But he got board and buried his face into her chest ..
Enterprise smiled at this and she got a little bit flustered. But hornet and Sarah had completely different reaction . Hornet was shocked to see her sister blushing while the commander was smiling .
" My my he certainly did got a liking to you enty " enterprise rolled her eyes at the nickname . She was patting evos's head with love and affection ..
" I am sure enterprise will make a fine one chan ~" hornet said teasing her older sister .
Sarah decided to take Evos from enterprise " now come to mommy~" Sarah said . Evos wasted no time as she tossed his arms towards Sarah to get him
Hornet and enterprise were now more surprise to see this . Sarah was actually evos's mom
So that means she is their mom to ..
Cut cut cut !!!
Hornet and enterprise seem surprised at this new revelation .." mommy . Wait commander don't tell me your his mother !?" Hornet asked as she looked at Sarah who was taking Evos from enterprise while cutely hugging him . " Well....I am not his typical mother . I am just his care taker " Sarah said as she looked at evos who was happy to return to her arms .
" So adorable " Sarah thought as she kissed his forehead .
Enterprise and hornet kept looking at the child with happy smile . They accepted the child with open arms .
Belfast smiled as she sees the heartwarming scene .
<b>End .</b>
<b>1st chapter is done . Let me know how you liked it . Comment down below .</b> | STORY |
Have You Dreamed Of Your Own Home Based Business? eIExvv
------=_NextPart_000_00X9_70A11C1D.E1232J43
Content-Type: text/html; charset="iso-8859-1"
Content-Transfer-Encoding: base64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| SPAM |
Things had been tense in the Penn household ever since Mrs. Penn caught Mr. Penn sifting through the neighbor's trash. She always knew he had eyes for the neighbor lady, but this was the last straw. She could only imagine what he might have been looking for. Something gross, surely.
"You're a fucking pig," she spat at him as they argued in the kitchen. He stiffened for a moment, wondering if she had discovered his secret. It couldn't be. They hadn't been intimate in weeks, ever since he was wiping and he felt that little tail that had sprouted out of his coccyx. She was kinky, but not like that.
"It's not what you think," he insisted. She was extra irritable due to bad sleep. She claimed he snorted all night. Not snored. But snorted. He wondered if that and the tail were related. "I promise. Something just..."
"Just what? Forced you to go looking through her trash? What are you? A stalker?" She slammed the bedroom door in his face. Mr. Penn moped about the rest of the day. He always felt terrible after they fought. He opted to give his aching legs a break and he crawled over to the sofa. It had been fight after fight since trash day the previous Tuesday. The weekend had brought no cease-fire and now all he could do was snort-cry into the blanket on the sofa. As if the tail wasn't enough, his whole body had started aching; his legs from so much walking on two feet and his arms for some undetermined reason.
He thought he heard Mrs. Penn calling and one of his ears perked up. Another recent oddity, maybe related to the tail. There it was again. "Honey?" he asked as he crawled to the bedroom door. Once there, he tenderly rose to his feet, groaning in pain as he did. "Are you okay?" He knocked on the bedroom door, his hand curled into a fist. It hurt to spread his fingers out, as if they belonged closed like a hoof.
"Can you come in?"
He opened the door cautiously and gasped. His wife's nearly flawless face - flawless, if she was asking - was marred by a giant protrusion from her forehead. "Oh, my..."
"Is it a zit?" she asked in horror. He shook his head. Definitely not, unless it was the King Zit himself come to wreak havoc upon her beautiful features.
"It's like... A horn?" She touched the area gently, her fists also balled into hooves.
"Nayyyy," she whined, sounding an awful lot like a whinny. "I'm like a unicorn," she lamented. Mr. Penn couldn't disagree.
"Honey, can I show you something of my own?" She nodded, tears creeping down her face. So he turned and mooned her, the little curly tail popping out of his pants. He heard her gasp from behind him.
"Oh my gosh. You... You're really a pig."
He nodded sadly. "I'm a fucking pig. You're fucking a pig. Now you're a unicorn."
"What is happening?"
"I don't know. I think this might have been why I was going through the trash..." He knew that explanation wouldn't quite soothe her worries. The neighbor lady really was attractive, at least before she grew three more pairs of arms. "Does this mean we're okay?" he asked hopefully.
She scoffed, or maybe snorted, and her foot scraped angrily across the floor in a weird habit she seemed to have just developed. "Yeah, right. The day pigs fly, maybe."
As if on cue, Mr. Penn felt an excruciating pain from his arms, right where that dull pain had been for the past few days. A large hump appeared below his shirt and he desperately tore it off, trying to find what was causing his pain. He couldn't help but smile through the pain. "I think we're in luck then," he said as he glanced down. "I seem to have just sprouted a pair of wings."
*****
Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed this, please check out more stories at /r/MatiWrites. Constructive criticism and advice are always appreciated! | STORY |
Nothing could have indicated that day would be any different from any other. Everyone woke up whenever they usually did, everyone went to work or stayed home depending on whatever they were supposed to be doing, and everyone’s daily routines were carried out in much the same way as before. It was one of those rare occasions where, no matter how hard anyone wanted to find something newsworthy to report on, there just wasn’t anything there at all; perhaps in some far-off location they could fetch themselves an interesting story, but as far as those who lived in that city cared, things were just… the usual. This only made it extra surprising when the normality was shattered by the sudden disappearance of day, and the emergence of a night sky around noon.
One moment the sun shone upon them, its warmth filling their lives and pushing their living and workplaces perhaps a bit too much in one direction, just enough to begin justifying the use of air conditioning, and the next the clear blue sky was completely replaced by the blackness of space. It happened too quickly for the people directly underneath it to notice, but those lucky enough to be far enough away from the epicenter were able to see what could only be described as a tear in the middle of the air; like someone had taken a knife and dragged it across the very sky, it had been split open and pushed it apart to make room for something that looked more straight out of a deep space photograph than any sort of planetbound skyview. For a glorious few moments, the entire city’s downtown area froze, all the souls within it staring upwards, not knowing whether to be terrified or mesmerized by what felt like a scene from a blockbuster movie; were they about to be invaded? Would aliens be coming through? Was this the mythical first contact that everyone had been dreaming of for decades?
Unbeknownst to this small collection of the world’s population, theirs was not the only tear that had been opened. Indeed, all throughout the planet, mostly atop large metropolises but occasionally, and oddly enough, over vast woodland, hundreds of such openings appeared from seemingly nowhere, ripping open gashes across the local sky in such a way that they were perfectly visible even in the dead of night. As one, billions of souls collectively looked up, wondering what might be happening, and as one, they received their answers in due time when something began to pour through what were very clearly portals; or rather, somethings, as it quickly became clear that what they believed was one big mass were, in fact, countless smaller ones packed together so tightly as to appear like a single body.
No one really knew what those things were, but the sight of an uncountable amount of objects descending towards the surface of the planet at speeds high enough to start breaking the sound barrier triggered the exact same fight or flight response in everyone watching; and as one, billions of souls panicked as they ran towards the nearest shelter, hoping that perhaps their flimsy constructs of steel, glass and concrete would protect them against whatever onslaught was being wrought upon them.
They needn’t worry though, for this supposed bombardment had nothing if not the best of intentions, so much so that its constituent units began to slow down almost immediately after first breaching through this new atmosphere. Those who yet remained outside, either out of a sense of inevitable doom or simply because they were curious enough to ignore that voice in their head telling them to run away, would see the masses spread out over an immense distance, each “pellet” that made it up deploying what looked to be some kind of large parachute-hat hybrid; these slowed down whatever those things were just enough that, once they began making contact with the first surface directly beneath them, they did so with such grace as to be basically inaudible.
This didn’t exactly assuage anyone’s fears, however. Yes, their infrastructure might’ve been spared some hypothetical alien bombardment, but the aliens were still there, and in numbers big enough to make it difficult to gauge just how many there were at all; it wasn’t helped that, looking up, anyone could tell that even more were coming through the spacetime tears, though what no one could tell was that those portals in areas without sunlight had stopped producing seedlings, with most of the flow being directed to the lit areas of the planet. Seedlings, because that was exactly what those things were: clearly organic in nature and looking like a cross between a large seed and a bulbous pod, pulsating and throbbing rhythmically as if possessed of a heartbeat, it was clear that those objects had quite literally planted themselves on the Earth… but what awaited its population within them was still unknown.
There was a brief grace period where those who hadn’t run for cover had some time to walk towards the nearest seedling pod and analyze it, together with the few brave ones who left their hiding places to inspect just what had taken place. Thousands, millions of such bulbs were falling from the sky, clearly intending to carpet the whole planet with brand new life, but would it be amenable to the one that already existed on Earth, or would it decide to choke out its residents in favour of itself? Whatever the case, the pods were very clearly ready to open up, judging from how much the things inside of them were pushing and kicking against their soft surface from within, and the sheer quantity of juices being spilled from each crack and seam.
The first bulbs opened to reveal their contents barely ten minutes after first landing, and those lucky enough to see what came out were, once again, split between whether to feel existential terror at what they were looking at and, oddly enough, being surprisingly aroused at the sight, for the pods didn’t produce unfathomable monsters whose forms were too incomprehensible for a sane mind to perceive, but rather… plant-women? It was hard to put a label on them, but they were definitely possessed of the attributes one would associate with that moniker: curvaceous, bottom-heavy forms, their chests adorned with a pair of breasts that all seemed to be of above-average size, and a certain sense of softness about them that seemed invite those who laid eyes upon their forms to come closer, to give themselves to them, to enjoy them. Perhaps it was the way they looked, or maybe it was the cloud of mind-altering pheromones the pods also coincidentally produced on being opened, but whatever the case, the panic felt just minutes before quickly subsided, replaced by an intense amount of desire.
Apart from the more obviously sexual traits, the plant-things were quite alien in design. Though they had identifiable arms and legs, their bodies were also covered in large amounts of what looked to be vines and thick, viscous plaques that seemed to bend and break whenever any one of the creatures took a step. Their heads, too, were covered up in plates of varying shapes and sizes, like overgrowth had taken over their skulls, making it difficult to tell how they were able to walk around without bumping into anything, what with the lack of eyes and all. Still, they managed to move from place to place with unnerving ease, almost like they had everything mapped out in their heads, something they used to quickly find more people to introduce themselves to.
Despite the obvious danger that having the whole world coated in plant beings posed, not a single soul that actually saw them could make themselves act in order to stop it; like a switch had been flipped inside their heads, their fight-or-flight response had been subverted and inverted, leading to millions upon millions of previously-terrified individuals pouring out from wherever they had taken refuge in order to come meet their newest neighbors. After all, those plant things weren’t attacking anyone, and they seemed to be incredibly friendly once people got close enough to them; they made odd chirping noises that just seemed to resonate perfectly with whoever heard them, and though their extendable vines were covered in a thick slime that appeared to be uncomfortable to the touch, it was actually extremely relaxing once enough of it was slathered onto enough skin. Soon, the first “volunteers” would be openly throwing themselves at the visitors, some merely hugging and snuggling them, others… not so much.
The amount of pheromones in the atmosphere had been steadily increasing from the moment the first portals opened, and now that the seedling pods opened to reveal their contents, their density skyrocketed to levels so high that not a single human alive anywhere near the entry points was in control of their own body. Their instincts, too, had been exploited for the greater cause of the plant beings, whatever that may be, and before long the first drinkers would emerge, those who rather than just hold onto their newest neighbors would outright force their mouths onto their breasts to drink deeply and greedily from whatever might lie within.
Nectar. Delicious, nutritious, just-sweet-enough nectar that flowed with the consistency of honey, yet melted far more easily as soon as it touched anyone’s tongue, carrying with it not only an overpowering sugary taste, but enough of an addictive chemical cocktail to ensure that those who had merely a sip would forever be hooked to it. Though most people were reluctant at first to do something as seemingly insane as drink from the bosom of a species that they knew nothing about, this sort of thinking didn’t last too long, not when the pheromones they were breathing in grew thicker and thicker, to the point where the clouds were just barely visible if one paid close enough attention. Within a single hour, every last sentient life on the planet, even that which hid away in the most remote areas of it, had their eyes go half-lidded; if they couldn’t see a plantoid, they would turn towards the nearest concentration of them and start walking, instinctively knowing where to find them. Some would take days, but that was fine; in the end, everyone would receive their fill.
While they did, the planetary invaders were free to enact the next stage of their grand plan. The first wave of seedling pods were nothing if not the vanguard, designed to make the population of their target planet pliable and accepting of their new overlords; after all, it wouldn’t do for them to just pick a new homeworld and then have to fight for dominance over it, not when they were already forced to leave their last one after that unfortunate incident with making the sun too bright. No, it was better for everyone involved to be nice and calm and willing to accept the plant beings as the new top dogs of the hierarchy, even if that did mean drugging everyone with incredibly addictive nectar; at least that way they wouldn’t notice the next wave of visitors falling from the dimensional tears.
These were significantly larger than the ones that came first, and were already fully formed, with no need for a gestating pod to hatch from. In many respects, they were similar to the first wave of plantoids, being possessed of the same sort of feminine curves and assets, simply… bigger, in just about every respect. Not just in height, though they did tower over everyone around them, but in proportions as well; the first generation of seedling spawn were curvaceous, but they didn’t all possess breasts big enough to cover the entirety of their chests, nor were they so stuffed with nectar that both teats dripped with gallons of it whenever they took a step. They were quite bottom-heavy, but didn’t have hips wide enough to completely obliterate even double-wide doors, nor asscheeks so massive they could likely flatten a car just by sitting on it. The new generation of plant gals, however, had all of these things and more: some were gifted with pairs of breasts bigger than the rest of them, others had asses and thighs so plump they practically melted into one another, and they all, universally, were so full of their species’ delicious nectar that everyone around them could hear it sloshing around inside their bodies.
The purpose of this new variant was made clear once they began to “distribute” their bounty. While the smaller plantoids were capable of lactating enough for two people to gulp down mouthful after mouthful, that was just about all they could do, and at times had to push people away in order to recharge; the bigger ones, however, had no such issues, and in fact seemed to welcome excess! They walked forward, holding their breasts between their hands and squeezing them with enough force to cause large jets of nectar to fly through the air, covering whole crowds in a thick layer of amber cream that just never seemed to dry up, inviting those it coated to take handfuls of it and shovel it into their throats. This created enough of a distraction for the second-generation plant giants to fulfill their true purpose: refilling their smaller brethren.
With the crowds of human placated and eagerly lapping at their own bodies for whatever meager scraps of nectar were still clinging onto them, the first-generation plantoids turned to face the nearest “caretaker” to them; with the ratio being a good ten-to-one, there was plenty of spare nectar to go around when it came to refilling whatever counted as stomachs for those things, and be it through directly guzzling down the streams pouring out of the enormous teats from which they spilled, or by having tentacles inject it directly into their bodies, the world was suddenly a much warmer place.
For once, everyone involved could appreciate some degree of pleasure, and as a result, the intensity of the mind-altering chemicals floating through the air in thickening clouds grew until everyone who took so much as whiff became unable to even fathom a world that didn’t involve mindlessly devoting their whole lives to their plant overlords. As for the plantoids themselves, they were clearly enjoying being on the receiving end of the filling for once, and were anyone to remain with the ability to think for themselves, they would clearly see the smaller ones delighting themselves as their hands migrated to where their lower lips would be; meanwhile, their bigger sisters moaned and groaned loudly enough to rattle windows in their frames, eventually forgoing the use of their hands entirely and simply sprouting vast swarms of tentacles that each plugged a single breast, dumping industrial quantities of nectar into them.
While this happened, the second-generation plan giantesses began to take root, their feet cracking through the ground in search of nutrients far below; soon enough, the next stage of the plan would begin, when the very planet itself would be traversed by roots going miles and miles in the ground, providing the larger caretakers with the nourishment required to keep everyone else well-fed and ready to go at any point. Sure, this was exactly what had caused multiple different collapses on prior worlds, but surely this one blue marble was rich enough that they could squeeze it for longer than normal; maybe even a couple of millenia if they were lucky!
For the time being, however, the larger plantoids stopped providing their nectar and focused entirely on extracting as much bounty off the soil as they could, the initial infusion being by necessity much greater than the subsequent ones in order to allow them to grow to the size required. After all, with such a large population of sisters and subservient humans to feed, they needed to be substantially bigger than they were already, gifted with more size and productivity in order to ensure that their nectar would never run out, no matter how much strain was placed on them. To that end, the second-generation’s physiology was uniquely tailored to immediately reprocess everything they absorbed from the soil and turn it into additional mass for themselves, triggering a transformative growth reaction that would only end after several days.
It was hard work growing, especially when they had to keep everyone fed at the same time, but just like they always did, the caretakers slowly morphed into bigger and more gigantic versions of themselves. Rooted in one spot permanently, they became places where their smaller attendants would congregate, occasionally budding to create pods where the smaller plant gals could place themselves and join in the collective rooting, that they too might benefit from this symbiotic relationship and grow along with their bigger sister. The human population, by that point entirely consumed by their need to obey whatever commands their own arousal gave them, thought nothing of this; they thought nothing of when they had to start drinking from vines, thought nothing of when the roots triggered the occasional quake, and thought nothing of when the sun was blotted out across large chunks of land when the giantess’ leaves were opened wide above their heads.
And why should they? These plant gals were the absolute peak of perfection, with every inch of their bodies seemingly designed to titillate and entice, to let everyone know that if they weren’t actively worshipping them, then their subjects were clearly doing something wrong. Over the course of those several days, they went from “merely” ten-foot amazons with absurd proportions to even more exaggerated, oversexualized sculptures of fertile perfection: wide hips, wider than entire city blocks, lined with pods where smaller plantoids resided and grew along with them, butts that provided the perfect amount of shade for those who chose to reside underneath them, as well as one hell of a show thanks to all the jiggling that came with each of the giantesses’ motions. The biggest winners, however, were very clearly their breasts, as made perfect sense; their bosoms were the main producers and distributors of nectar, and given the sheer number of plant beings that now resided upon the Earth, there was a massive need for the addictive substance in order to keep their operation running.
Not a single second generation titan remained after a week whose tits weren’t, at the very least, three times bigger than the rest of their body each, both of them positively stuffed with their sweet mannah to such a degree that waterfalls cascaded from their nipples at every minute of every hour of every day. Despite this, they never ran out; the nutrients gathered from the soil, along with the sunlight they processed into additional energy, ensured that their productivity continually grew until it reached a state of equilibrium, whereby their tits would reach their maximum capacity for their bodies’ sizes… and yet keep on filling anyway, with the amount produced being equal to the amount leaking out into the world. Thousands upon thousands of gallons from every single nectar tank, splashing onto the ground over a hundred or so feet below, for the giantesses had truly lived up this descriptor, growing to loom over everything around them. And if they didn’t, then whatever that was would simply have to go; easy enough to safely collapse buildings by using their root network to consume them from below.
Their forms were still somewhat variable in terms of volume, however, with those who were lucky enough to land on fertile land occasionally developing tits so ungodly massive as to nearly bury them completely underneath them, a select few being blessed with a truly insane amount of nectar productivity, leading to nectarfalls so powerful that the ground beneath them was left perpetually muddy. However, they would eventually stop growing; not because they had reached some kind of limit inherent to themselves (they had, after all, achieved greater heights on other worlds), but after reaching a state where they could maximize the length of their stay on the planet. Sure, they could keep deepening their roots until they broke into the mantle, sucking the Earth dry of whatever valuable resources it might have in an orgy of consumption, but that would mean having to move to another planet within a few short years, rather than enjoying a blissful, heavenlike existence for hundreds, potentially thousands of them! And besides, the transformations weren’t yet complete; the first-generation plantoids still needed to grow properly.
While some of the smaller ones had bonded symbiotically with their bigger sisters, giving up the ability to walk to share in the endless repaste of sunlight and nutrients being poured into their shared root system, most of them still remained mobile; at the end of the day, someone had to attend to the billions of sentients they now shared a planet with, and that meant being available at all points of the day without requiring these humans to climb a few dozen feet up a large stalk just to find an empty tap. But, as their invasion of Earth progressed and progressively more of the ecosystem was subverted for their own needs, so too did the first-generation plant gals feel an instinctive desire for… more. It was hard-coded into their genes, a trigger that was activated whenever the critical mass of plant matter reached a certain point, and as one, they knew what they had to do.
Approximately two weeks after the rifts first opened, new masses of tentacle-like vines emerged from the bodies of the second-generation colossi that had, by that point, reached their maximum allotted size for Earth, and had begun to fully dedicate themselves to the nurturing and nourishment of all life residing upon it. These vines, however, were not designed to “feed” anyone, per se, but rather to provide a size boost to the many small plantoids whose job it was to tend to the native populace; every single one of these first-generation seedlings was granted a direct physical line to their nearest caretaker, and as soon as they were all plugged into the same network, the pumping began.
In truth, despite the copious (one might even say absurd) quantities of nectar that flowed from each giantess, their productive capabilities were far, far larger than what even their engorged bodies might indicate. It was child’s play for them to start pumping a highly nutrient-rich slurry down every single vine, each heartbeat pushing the paste closer and closer to the plant gal that it was attached to, until the filling substance began to pour into their bodies, immediately triggering a transformative process of its own. This one was quite simple, all things considered: slurry went in, plantoid became larger, not much to it. The substance was designed to replace the need for any direct feeding of their own, being so energetic that not only did it substitute their existing diet of sunlight and occasional root-digging, but caused their bodies to begin expanding outwards… and in more ways than one as well.
The process was just as excruciatingly slow as it had been for the second-generation giantesses, but the end result was poetically similar. Over the course of multiple days, those humans who still retained some semblance of a working mind would be able to see the change take place: those previously people-sized plant women would pick up in height and mass, growing to pass the ten-foot mark and almost universally stopping between eighteen and twenty, ensuring that even the smallest among them would be capable of towering over their human attendants even without any additional changes… changes that, obviously, were delivered simultaneously with the height boost: bigger, fatter asses, thicker and wider hips, just the right amount of pudge to their bellies that anyone watching would be hard-pressed not to want to poke at and grope, knowing how soft and hand-filling those things would be. Their whole forms packed on mass until they too became the symbols of fertility that their bigger sisters had been before, and while they didn’t grow to become just as gigantic, they were certainly big enough that, once the nectar build-up began in earnest, they were… big enough, for lack of a better descriptor.
After all, the titans looming over the very landscape might produce waterfalls of their sweet nectar, but there was something impersonal about the way everyone had to drink from them. They were just curtains of the stuff, splashing on the ground and infiltrating into the soil in order to perpetuate this odd new ecosystem the plantoids brought with them. There was no care, no concern, just an endless… supply. Fittingly, most of it would be used to feed the smaller plant gals until they too were upgraded to much larger forms, and these would be the ones to give the humans what they wanted.
Much like their bigger sisters, the first-generation seedlings began to develop absurdly engorged tits, in addition to having their productivity be boosted to such an extent that some were clearly having trouble walking with their backs straight from how heavy those things were; a few, those who were more blessed than any other, had to resort to rooting in place and becoming smaller-scale caretakers after they simply lost the ability to take a step without tipping forward. Unlike the larger colossi however, these smaller plantoids would all develop enough as to eventually be pinned down or otherwise immobilized; with them having a direct link to a seemingly endless source of nutrition, they had no reason to stop growing, and some would bloat so much as to be literally buried underneath their own busts, with their impossibly-stuffed mounds keeping them firmly immobilized and unable to do anything other than squirm and squeeze their own nectar tanks.
Which was, ultimately, the whole point. They were never designed to be anything more than living nectar dispensers, ones that could actually be climbed onto and used as taps around which their human servants could wrap their mouths and drink their fill, and to that end, they would never truly stop growing. While the bigger plant women busied themselves with removing all traces of civilization in order to make more room for their own, only very rarely allowing their bodies to bulge out with additional size, the nutrient pumps connecting them to their smaller sisters would never truly cease functioning; day after day, relentlessly, be it rain or shine, the originally people-sized seedlings were continuously fed the highly energetic slurry, pumped fuller and fuller with each passing moment.
Those who resisted immobilization the most would be the ones stuffed even harder, not because of any sort of disobedience, but purely out of a morbid sense of sexual satisfaction on the part of the caretakers, who wished to see their sisters bloat, grow, fill, until they could no longer even move. The planet was consumed by the sounds of moaning, noises that could only truly be described as the physical manifestation of arousal as millions upon millions of plant women, all of them being forcibly stuffed with endless amounts of growth substance, let loose their inner thoughts in the only way they could.
Foot after foot, their frames would grow in every direction, until by the end of the first month not a single one was left that hadn’t cleared the fifty-foot mark in height, each of their breasts blessed to the point where they were bigger than most single-family houses. Not one remained that still stood, though the variation there was quite large: some were lying on their backs, completely buried by their own tits, while others were lucky enough to either be sitting, lying on their breasts, or even resting on their sides, never to get up again.
And still they grew, though at a much slower rate as time went on. The pumping of nutrient slurry never went beyond a certain amount, as the plantoids did have to keep a lid on how crazy they went in order to prevent exhausting the planet too quickly, so diminishing returns set in after a short while. Eventually, over the course of the following years, the second-generation caretakers would be outsized by their own nurtured creations, as the originally-smallest seedlings would be pumped bigger than the ones doing the pumping itself; this would kickstart a vicious cycle, where the main nectar dispensers would have to grow themselves in order to keep providing for all of their sisters, which in turn would lead to the latter once again outgrowing the supply, and then everything would fall into a downwards spiral that ended with the planet being stripped of resources and all of them regressing into a seedling pod state, ready to be deployed to another planet to start everything all over again.
But that was for the future, a problem they would only need to worry about… some time later. Their estimates as a species were always far too optimistic, given they were interminably horny and their preferred method of harvesting planets only exacerbated that issue; after all, there were so many better ways that didn’t involve deliberately making themselves grow taller, with fatter asses and mountainous rows of gargantuan, nectar-stuffed tits, but those weren’t as fun. Nothing was as fun as being pumped so full of delicious nutrients that their bodies ran over, overflowed, became a thing of excess and self-indulgence that couldn’t even function properly without an extensive root network ensuring they were kept well-fed. They would take that planet and rob it of everything, leaving it a lifeless, empty husk like they had so many others, turning every last ounce of its resources into fat for their cheeks, pudge for their thighs, mass for their bodies and nectar for their tits. And then, once their battery ran out, they would start over, again and again and again, slowly improving upon themselves with each new generation.
After all, they used to be the size of actual plants. The second-generation caretakers had once been just as tall as a shrub.
Eventually, they would all be giants. | STORY |
Congratulations on Your 6 New Signups
We guarantee you signups before you ever pay
a penny! We will show you the green before you
ever take out your wallet. Sign up for FREE and
test drive our system. No Obligation whatsoever.
No Time Limit on the test drive. Our system is so
powerful that the system enrolled over 400 people
into my downline the first week.
To get signed up for FREE and take a test drive use
the link:
mailto:[email protected]?subject=more_MOSS4_info_please
Be sure to request info if the subject line does not!
The national attention drawn by this program
will drive this program with incredible momentum!
Don't wait, if you wait, the next 400 people will
be above you.
Take your FREE test drive and have the next 400
below you!
mailto:[email protected]?subject=more_MOSS4_info_please
Be sure to request info if the subject line does not!
All the best,
Daniel
Financially Independent Home Business Owner
______________________________________________________
To be excluded from future notices:
mailto:[email protected]?subject=exclude
| SPAM |
Awareness came slowly and painfully to the bull, whose mind was still too sluggish to try and comprehend what had happened to it. Hazy memories floated in front of it, too flimsy to be held without falling apart, too ephemeral to exist for more than just the most fleeting of instants. He was sore all over, that much he was aware of, and as consciousness returned to him, Grimm was vaguely aware of a tightness permeating his lower body, and especially his nether regions. Were he more awake, that might have worried him; in his state, however, it was little more than an afterthought.
As the minutes (hours?) passed, he slowly became more aware of his surroundings. They were brightly lit, enough that his first attempt at opening his eyes resulted in a stinging pain that took too long to go away. Blinking in rapid succession, the light filtered into his eyes just enough that he could tell he was in some kind of laboratory; odd machinery lined the pristine-white walls, while a similarly-coloured panelling covered both the floor and ceiling, where bright lights shone with very little space between them. The whole room couldn’t be more than ten feet to the side, perfectly square and with one of the walls being taken up by what seemed to be an opaque mirror of sorts, leading him to wonder if he was being watched… and just who might be doing so.
His own predicament became evident when he tried to move, only then becoming fully aware of the position his body was in. He’d been placed on some kind of padded slab, medical table or upright bed, stretched out with his arms and legs kept firmly to his sides by way of several metallic bindings. They were just loose enough that he could move around a bit, but doing so ended up being too painful for him to consider trying it again; the last thing he needed was to chafe his skin off. This was quickly followed by the realization that he could feel the shackles on his skin, then the understanding that he was, in fact, entirely naked. It probably should have bothered him a lot more than it did, but frankly, being stuck inside of a laboratory made him reconsider what he should think of as “normal”. If nothing else, it made perfect sense for a test subject to be stripped nude.
He just had no idea why he was a test subject at all.
Looking around yielded no obvious answers either; the place was empty aside from himself and the obviously-unused equipment, with even the supposed observation room remaining silent on their presumed guinea’s pig sudden awakening. If anyone was there, they weren’t paying attention to him; that, or he was beneath their notice for the time being. Trying to escape was pointless, as was screaming for help; the whole damn place was probably soundproof, and even if it weren’t, then who exactly would be close enough to help him out? He seriously doubted he was stuck inside anyone’s basements, much less anywhere closer to the public.
His isolation wouldn’t last too long, however, as a hidden panel slid open to reveal a long corridor built into one of the room’s walls. The other end of it was shrouded in darkness, revealing only the first few feet, bathed in the light of the laboratory itself… and that was all that was needed. There stood a person there, barely able to fit into the door-sized opening, holding a clipboard on one hand and an exquisitely ornate pen in the other. She was bovine in nature as well, and very obviously so: her curves were so heavily accentuated by her choice of attire that one could make the argument she might as well go entirely nude, as that would at least be marginally more decent. The woman’s lower body was dominated by a rear so wide that it almost got itself stuck in the doorway, its associated hips just barely able to match the cheeks for sheer width, all of it melding into a pair of thighs thick enough that Grimm’s mind was instantly assaulted by images of his hands sinking into the pudge and vanishing completely.
Her bust was even greater than her bottom assets, a feat of grandiose scale considering it was smaller overall, even if that much wasn’t immediately obvious. More often than not, it was titillation and not overt sexuality that won the day, and it seemed like that woman knew that perfectly and took its implications to heart; if set free, each of her colossal mammaries could probably obscure most of her chest, and judging from how he could hear them even from where he was restrained, the bull could only imagine they had to be stuffed full of sweet milk. And yet, he could clearly see most of her torso anyway, since those gigantic milkers had been stuffed into a button-up shirt that, for all intents and purposes, should not have been holding up as admirably as it was. That the fabric wasn’t ripping itself apart, especially considering how strained the buttons themselves looked with the mass of bulging flesh forcing itself through any hole it could, was an achievement in and of itself, leading Grimm to wonder if the cow’s clothes were made out of some high-tech, science-y super-fabric… or something of the sort, it was hard to think straight when faced with a spectacle like that.
“Ah, you’re awake,” she spoke up, her voice as soft and melodious as could be, “I was afraid the sedative was too powerful, but it seems I was thankfully wrong. You’re more robust than expected; this is very good.”
Her words were clinical, her tone anything but; it invited him to reach out and touch, to savour her body in the most direct way possible. Her very presence commanded equal parts respect and mindless pleasure, incited lesser minds to tear themselves apart trying to come up with ways of satisfying her, and made Grimm very, very horny. He wished he had the vocabulary to express his arousal in any other way that wasn’t as crude, but alas, he was a simple man; he saw boob, he go hard, such was the way of life.
Nonetheless, this woman was clearly not someone to be trifled with. Though her body belonged in far lewder places in some remote corner of the internet, the way in which she deftly avoided collision with any of the precious, very obviously fragile equipment next to her betrayed how accustomed she must be at moving around inside her lab. Her watchful gaze seemed to pierce him as she gave his own form a once-over, pausing excruciatingly long on his groin. He didn’t have anything to worry about there; even if his mind wasn’t sharp or his talents wide, he could never complain about how well-endowed he was between his legs, nor how productive those basketball-sized orbs of his were. It was the one thing he bothered to be proud of rather than mildly apathetic towards, even if he didn’t get to use it very often; this much must be obvious, given that the labcoat-wearing cow kneeled next to him and held one of his orbs in one hand, scrunching her nose as she stared it down, eager to know its deep, churning secrets.
“It uh, it won’t go off unless you squeeze it,” Grimm dared to speak up, “just uh… just looking won-”
“Please be quiet,” she cut through, “I’m examining your testicles.”
A simple command, and one that got a simple answer: nothing. Some part of the bull thought that answer was too on-the-nose not to be hilarious, but knew full well that laughing, chuckling or even so much as smiling inappropriately might very well get him in trouble; he’d heard that kind of forceful tone before and it never ended well for people who tried to call its bluff. It let him know that he was to remain as quiet as a mouse and then some until he was allowed to speak.
The cow, for her part, seemed to be content with her observation after just a couple of minutes, after which she moved up to the bull’s manhood. The shaft itself was perhaps the crown jewel of the whole arrangement, nearly two feet of thick, bovine meat that even in its flaccid state still stretched any set of pants Grimm tried to force it into. The slightest touch was enough to make it twitch in anticipation, not to mention begin leaking profusely, the first thing to ever truly surprise the (presumed) scientist in front of him. Her expression, however, was less one of scientific curiosity and far more one of unbridled lust, unnervingly mixed with the kind of bright glee one might see in a child being given its favourite sweet. It didn’t bode well for Grimm and he knew it... and he was completely powerless to stop or postpone it.
Mercifully spared of anything but a tight grasp, the bull nonetheless had to contend with rising pressure inside of his package. He was extremely sensitive to any kind of touch, even when he should very well keep it in his pants (or lack thereof, as it may), so it didn’t take much effort for his rod to start thickening as the blood rushed from the rest of his body into that beast of his. The cow observed the curious process with a look of utmost fascination and obvious gluttony, licking her lips as one hand continued to caress Grimm’s nuts, and the other slowly pumped his cock.
“You are, by far, the most active producer I’ve ever seen in my many years,” she commented in the same tone of voice as before, picking her clipboard from the floor and pretending to write down a few notes on it, “enough that I believe we can forgo a few initial steps and get straight to the testing!”
“Wait, t-testi-”
“Did I tell you that you could speak?”
Once again her words were forceful enough that they seemed to physically impact him, knocking all wind from his lungs and leaving Grimm trembling in fear of what was about to happen to him. Though he was reasonably certain he wasn’t in mortal peril, he didn’t fancy the idea of having his cock and balls at the disposal of a woman as large and obviously lustful as that one; the last time he had the opportunity to be ridden like that, he ended up needing physical therapy to fix the joint damage and soreness, and that was with a consensual partner that respected his limits. Who knew what this one might do to him?
A question that was quick to be answered when she got back up and left him to deal with his backed-up production on his own, his rod’s passive precum leakage not enough to deal with the amount of bloating going on down below, his nuts starting to visibly swell after they were left unattended. The cow was paying attention to one of the many racks lined against the walls, one that held a dizzying array of vials with various, multicoloured liquids; with little effort, she produced something that looked remarkably like an autoinjector, picking one of the tubes and unceremoniously affixing it to one end of the handheld contraption before turning back to face her captive bull. The smile on her face was anything but endearing or reassuring, being more akin to a predator baring their teeth, even if the words she spoke were as honeyed as the finest mead and sweeter than the bounty sloshing around inside of her chest.
“This serum has been specially designed to help with edge cases such as yourself,” she explained, approaching Grimm while snapping her fingers, “I’ve been working on it for years, you see; something that could interact with unique, especially-productive bodies in order to further boost their already enhanced capacity for quickly… filling up” - the last two words were anything but scientific, but the sheer amount of lustful energy packed behind him let the bull know they were probably the only ones spoken with any genuine emotion - “I have to say, I had to track you down for quite a while before I could get the drop on you; I’m glad I did~”
Though Grimm wanted to say something, he knew better than to try for a “third time’s the charm”, deciding wisely to keep his mouth shut and let the cow finish whatever it was she wanted to say. This was apparently what she desired as well, given that no words left her mouth at all, and yet a wide smile slowly spread across her face; clearly she was enjoying the lack of a snappy comeback, her tits quietly filling the silence as they continued to slosh about louder than they should be. Before he could react, she had already jabbed his arm, injecting the painfully-hot substance into his arm and leaving him to writhe in his spot, unable to control his muscles from spasming. It hurt his ankles and wrists to the point where he could practically feel the fur starting to burn off against his restraints, at least until the cow quickly arranged for an antidote of sorts, giving him a second shot while mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like a “Sorry!”
The scalding heat was replaced with a spreading chillness, one that seeped into every inch of him before focusing on the one part that was never anything but boiling-hot: his groin. Both his nuts were approaching the size of yoga balls, his cock twitching and throbbing its way to its full, three-feet turgid length, while his output continued to disappoint; this was the one aspect of his package that didn’t live up to the expectations created by its size, as he was sadly unable to actually vent any of his seed until he reached a climax.
This still didn’t stop the cow from kneeling in front of him, once more licking her lips and rubbing her hands together as she stared him down, her fingers approaching his stretched skin before pulling back, the woman clearing her throat and looking up at Grimm’s strained face.
“My name is Daisy. You will refer to me as Doctor Daisy if I ever ask that you speak. Nod if you understand.”
The bull did, and apparently Daisy found that to be enough of an introduction before her hand met his shaft again… quickly followed by the other one after she realized the rod was simply too big for her to handle with just one. Not that this did anything to hamper her obvious enthusiasm; all pretense of civility and scientific rigour were thrown out the observation window as soon as she touched him, unleashing a savage beast that had been “hiding” just below the surface. Her eager stroking was such a welcome touch after the minutes of pent-up stuffing that poor Grimm failed to hold back for more than just a handful of motions, very quickly reaching his edge and then being sent flying past it. This was, of course, but one of many; the bull was far too virile to be finished in a single load, or set of loads at that, leaving plenty still around for the cow to delight herself with later.
For the time being, however, Daisy was content with opening her mouth wide and inviting his thick seed into her mouth, lapping up as much of it as she could get her tongue on. The throaty noises she was making would make anyone blush, and the bull being the mess that he was, his face turned into a shade of crimson best described as a tomato after being covered in extra-thick red paint. Not that he could do anything, being stuck to the table as he was; he did, however, get to see something happen before even Daisy did, something that made his predicament a thousand times more unbearable than it already was.
Daisy wasn’t yet aware of it, but the cum strands she was swallowing and licking up were having a profound effect on her anatomy, one that even the scientist herself wasn’t aware was possible. Though not nearly to the same degree as the bull’s balls, her breasts were significantly more milky than most others of her kind; it helped that she refused to drain them unless it was absolutely necessary, which inevitably led to them slowly growing over time. Being forced to carry around gallons upon gallons of milk, stuffed to the point of near-bursting and made to work until their glands simply refused to function anymore, Daisy’s tits had gone from a respectable E-cup during her initial years at the lab to the glorious spectacle of lactic beauty that they were today.
What the cow most certainly did not expect was for her latest test subject’s fluids to interact with her own physiology in the way that they did. Wrapped up as she was in drinking as heavily as possible from that seemingly bottomless spout of cum, Daisy failed to notice how her tits were beginning to feel tight, a sensation that had by that point been entirely lost on her; it was so normal to be that way that she never paid attention, even missing the obvious warning sign that it was happening after she was already full. At no point before did her tits begin to produce after filling up, and they were most definitely stuffed; despite this, her chest gurgled and churned loudly enough for Grimm to divert his eyes downward, both of them opening wide when he saw those already colossal mammaries begin to swell outwards, their creamy filling pushing the the button-up shirt to its breaking point and finally doing some damage to the fabric. It was to be expected, really; how could a trip to the lab like that be complete without some milky inflation on the part of a cow that busty?
Daisy, for her part, seemed perfectly content in ignoring her bust’s sudden development, focusing on cleaning herself up first before doing anything else. When her hands went to unbutton her shirt, Grimm almost let loose a sigh of relief; clearly she was aware of what was going on and was about to fix it. Instead, the cow merely ripped the buttons apart, making some kind of comment about being “unnaturally tight”, revealing the full size of her breasts to be… quite a bit larger than the bull had anticipated. It was almost a feat of engineering how much she packed those things into her bra, even if the overflow was enough to cause another spurt of cum to erupt from his tip and hit the cow straight in the face.
Giggling at the sight, the scientist unclipped the one thing keeping her tits in place, with the strained bra falling to the ground and finally allowing her chest to run as wild as it should; contrary to what the bull initially thought, those things had absolutely no sag whatsoever, being so udderly stuffed that they maintained their spherical nature even without anything to support them. This would have led to the ground turning into an even greater mess of fluids, had Daisy not instantly used her newfound freedom to slap her tits around the bull’s cock, covering them just perfectly enough that only his tip was visible… at least until the cow opened her mouth wide and took it into herself.
Never in his life had he experienced something of the sort. Separately, maybe, but put together and it turned into something indescribable. He wanted to scream himself hoarse, beg for release and yet also for it never to end. He wanted to demand she grow even larger for him, milkier, bustier, but knew better than to anger his captor with any unauthorized words. Down below, the titfuck-slash-blowjob was having the same effect on Daisy’s size as the handjob had, making it even more surprising how she seemed unable to register what was happening to her. Seeing as the bull was still in full flow, exacerbated in fact by having a pair of colossal milky mounds wrapped around it, the cow barely had half a second in between loads, most of her concentration directed entirely at gulping down whole mouthfuls of her prisoner’s seed, her throat bulging as each one was forced down, her eyes watering as she struggled to deal with the load. Her bust reacted predictably, the pressure inside rising to dangerous levels as they were spurned to produce more, even while already full.
The end result was a steady increase in size that made those things groan so much that Grimm was convinced Daisy was deliberately ignoring them. There was no way the woman could ignore how her tits were now visibly bloating, steadily gaining inches in every direction and becoming heavy enough that even he could feel it as they were expertly handled around his shaft. Unbeknownst to him, the cow wasn’t entirely ignorant that something was wrong, but after being gifted with what had to be the best cock she’d had the pleasure of wrapping her lips around in years, Daisy wasn’t in the best of moods to stop. In her head, the only priority on her list was to suck that male dry and then ride him for whatever was left, and if that meant stretching her belly out with several weeks’ worth of protein, that’s exactly what she was going to do.
That said, the effects Grimm’s cum was having on her bust became too pronounced for even the lust-crazed cow to ignore, and while she didn’t want to stop her energetic ministrations, she was left with no choice in the matter; her tits had simply become too heavy for her to lift with only her arms, enough that when she tried getting up, she fell on her enormous ass instead. It took her multiple tries before giving up and using a nearby shelf for leverage, nearly breaking the thing in half in the process. It was only after standing on her two feet that Daisy took the time to admire the effects the man’s seed had on her, something that left her as confused and worried as it did aroused.
It was normal for her to grow at that pace, right after being drained. As a result of her deliberately keeping her breasts full for as long as possible, their elasticity and productivity allowed them to start bloating merely minutes after milking herself completely; it used to take hours, but she had addressed that problem. It was a rapid climb to ever-greater sizes, to the point where she made sure to only empty herself after work, not wanting to wake up three hours before her shift started just to give her bust time to fill up properly. Thus, it wasn’t at all a novel experience to watch and feel as her breasts steadily occupied more space in front of her; what worried her was how they were doing so long after they should’ve stopped. She had no more room left inside of those things and her limits had been reached, Daisy had made sure of that; the cow had spent the last five or six days running around at maximum capacity, precisely to make herself as large as she physically could be. So to see her breasts start to swell again, and rapidly enough that she could envision herself grazing the ground in just a few short minutes, awoke many things inside of her, none of which were possessed of anything remotely scientific in nature.
Daisy thought to herself that something had to be done; without any kind of release, it was likely she would end up immobilized, a fate that often befell a few of the facility’s test subjects. So often, in fact, that the staff had installed milking machinery into each room in the form of ceiling-mounted suction cups, to be deployed whenever there was an emergency that needed “venting”. For the cow, this emergency was now, and with a flick of her wrist, she produced a control from one of her labcoat’s pockets. Clicking it opened a panel above her head, with two frankly oversized tubes attached to glass cups descending towards her. With uncanny speed, the scientist fixed both of them to her nipples, barely able to get the things to fit at all; the clear piping gave Grimm a perfect view of where the milk was supposed to go, even if the cow had remained miraculously dry up until then. Another click, and the pumps whirred into action.
The machinery was meant to drain her, as would be expected of an industrial-grade milker. According to all known laws of biology, if you drained udders, they would become smaller; this was simple physics, and yet somehow Daisy’s body decided such rules didn’t apply to her. The moment the milking began in earnest, the cow let loose a loud moan, dropping the remote on the ground as she fell to her knees, sinking her hands into her tits and biting her lip. Her milk flowed freely and easily, turning the transparent tubes about as white as the ground itself was, but much to her surprise (and some horror), it didn’t make her smaller. Whatever Grimm’s cum had done to her, it made her so unbelievably productive that, despite being on full output mode like the bull, her tits grew faster after being milked! She remained still, watching in stunned bemusement as her udders bloated and gurgled, each pump making them rounder, fuller, heavier, every second making them even more impossible to lift. Trying to get up was becoming harder by the moment, and though Daisy would’ve loved nothing more than to stay there and reap the fruits of her labor, she had better plans.
Moving quickly, the cow removed her labcoat and whatever shreds were left of her shirt, before trying to take her slacks off; the lack of room made it impossible to do, hence why the cow decided it was better to just rip the damn things into bits and then worry about them later, just about the same time as she kicked her shoes into a corner of the room. Fully nude, fully free, she heaved herself onto a standing position yet again, delighting in how her full breasts were now so stuffed that they very nearly reached down to her knees, gravity alone unable to stop them from blocking her view as well. She could feel them growing larger, the pumps drawing ever more production from within her, signalling what she was meant to do.
It was as clear as day, really. The bull’s cum had done that much for her, so obviously she needed more of it inside of her. And just drinking it wouldn’t be enough, oh no; her body needed some way to process it more directly, more intimately, the way it was supposed to be. And judging from how hard the poor man was, he had more than enough to give her what she wanted and then some. Grimm, stuck to the medical table as he was, had no real recourse beyond watching what was happening in front of him, still pouring out gallons of his seed with every other spurt, also suffering from the same “growing while releasing” issue the cow was; to him though, it was just part of the package (literally), making it less surprising that his nuts were getting dangerously close to the ground and his cock was pushing almost four feet in length. He didn’t quite know what to make of Daisy, but that look on her face was anything but comforting.
As he expected, his torment hadn’t even begun. Though obviously struggling to carry around her new milkers, Daisy nonetheless navigated her way to the back of the bed-thing Grimm was restrained to, pulling on some sort of lever and lowering the angle at which the contraption was bent. More and more of the ceiling came into view as the bull was made to lie down horizontally, far closer to the ground than he expected, giving him a perfect view of the cow when she loomed over him at the side. She was smiling, but it lacked any and all mirth; once again the scientist had become an apex predator staring down her next meal, even if she had to do it from a distance thanks to the gloriously oversized udders she now sported.
Testing the table’s resistance by unceremoniously dropping both of those things onto the bull, in the process knocking all the air from his lungs, Daisy was seemingly content that the table could hold her weight on top of Grimm’s, and though it took her a lot longer than it normally would’ve (and almost knocked off both of the suction cups), she managed to climb onto it… and onto him. She didn’t particularly care about the specimen underneath her as much as she wanted a “taste” of him in the most direct way possible. Grimm at least got a half-second view of her already-leaking slit before she slammed it down onto his tip, screaming at the top of her lungs about how tight the fit was, only stopping when the bull himself dared to let a sound out, her glare enough to silence him. Didn’t stop his need to moan, though, causing the bull to bite down on his tongue and quite nearly draw blood from the effort of not making any noise at all.
As for Daisy herself, one could only hope the laboratory was soundproof; if that weren’t the case, whoever else happened to be around would have to deal with such undignified, throaty, whorish sounds that their own pants might suddenly start getting ripped from second-hand arousal. Grimm didn’t understand how anyone at all could take him at his full length; even the cow’s body had to have its limits, surely… and yet, despite having to sit down on and take four feet of turgid cockmeat, Daisy made no complaint and struggled for barely a second before getting into a rhythm. Maybe she was used to it; she certainly did look like the type who liked to play with her food before eating it, even if she attempted to disguise it under a thin veneer of civility and scientific curiosity.
While Grimm racked his brains for anything that might help him get through one of the weirdest situations he’d ever been in, Daisy had made up her mind for what the next stage in the experimental procedure would be. With her tits’ sudden burst of growth throwing everything off the rails, the nominal goals she genuinely had in mind had to be thrown into the rubbish bin and made anew; and considering what was going on with her body, there was no better alternative to what she had planned but stress-testing. Nothing about her current predicament made sense; she was meant to shrink, not grow, drain, not fill up, and yet each time she succeeded in pulling herself off that thick pillar inside of her, only to let gravity slam her back down, her tits gained about half a foot in every direction. The only reason she could even move at all was thanks to the table itself, and very soon the ground, doing most of the work carrying her bust; without having to worry about it weight, she was free to do with him as he pleased, and the one thing she wanted to do was see how far she could stretch his stamina before it broke completely.
Grimm, lacking any agency whatsoever in the matter, resolved to do the only thing he could: hold out for as long as possible. It was the only thing he still had under his control, even if just barely, and it gave him an opportunity to test Daisy’s limits as well; maybe, he thought to himself, the cow would break before he did, succumbing to the allure of her udders and becoming a pliable moocow as eager to be milked as the bull was to be emptied out. It was a pipe dream, but he could hold onto it nonetheless in the vain hope that it came to pass, even when Daisy refused to slow down regardless of how full she got.
On her end, the cow was enjoying herself far too much to even consider the possibility of holding back or, gods forbid, giving up first. She was going to ride that bull until he had nothing more to give her, and if that meant running herself ragged trying to keep ahead of her own orgasm, that’s just what she’d have to do. How the cow would do it was beside the point; nothing about that experiment even made sense anymore, so why bother with such trivialities as reason or causality? All that mattered to her was feeling her insides be stretched out by the colossal, girthy shaft she was impaling herself on, seeing her tits swell and inflate with their creamy, sweet bounty, hearing the alarm bells above her head telling her that the containment tanks were starting to get full. She heard the rattling of metal and the sputtering of overtaxed machinery, but she didn’t care; whether or not the pumps failed, Daisy got what she wanted: a bust of immense proportions and a stud that reacted to her super serum in the precise way she was looking for.
He was truly bottomless, the flow of cum being powerful enough to break through the tight seal created by the cock itself, backblasting onto Grimm’s groin and oozing onto the ground. Despite her best efforts to take all of it, there was simply too much for Daisy to hold onto, and so even when her belly began to grumble, her skin covered in stretch marks as it was forced to make room, most of the bull’s release was splattering onto the ground. It was insanity to think she could hold on that long; the cow had honestly believed Grimm would have some kind of “final” climax, something to tell her his end had been reached, but instead he just kept going like some kind of deranged, organic water spout. There was no end to the amount of seed he pumped into her, to the point where she became far too heavy to move. With a final thud, her body fell onto his, spared the indignity of having a cock-shaped bulge inside of it purely due to how bloated it already was from the cum-bath it had been given.
She broke. So quick to promise herself something unattainable and even quicker at giving it up, Daisy cut herself free from her bonds and allowed orgasm to take her, in the process leading her tits down some kind of milky climax of their own, undergoing one final growth spurt of enough strength to smash into the observation room mirror and have it smash into pieces, revealing a completely empty, square-shaped space that served as the perfect reservoir for the free-flowing milk pouring out of the cow’s udders, now that the pump’s suction cups had finally failed to hold onto her teats. She panted, gasping for breath as her filling seemed to have reached its limit, her breasts finally stopping their inexorable growth. Entirely uncaring about the man stuck underneath her (who honestly couldn’t be anywhere better, considering he was trapped underneath the cow’s plush ass and still releasing copious amounts of cum), she murmured something about authorizations, a secondary panel opening and revealing a set of mechanical claws attached to a massive pneumatic system hidden above.
As tenderly as they could, the metallic grapplers took their position around one of her tits, picking it up and gingerly bending it so as to bring its nipple within range of the cow’s face. It was astounding how flexible they were, not a hint of pain despite the mound nearly doubling over itself; still plenty of pressurized milk flow, though, making it less of a kiss and more of a frantic attempt at not drowning on Daisy’s part once her nip was close enough to her lips. Still, she didn’t care; the first trial was a resounding success, and she was certain that her bust would be of a magnificent size once she bothered milking herself properly later on.
When Grimm was done. Whenever that happened to be. | STORY |
zzzz,Hello
Are you tired of spending a fortune on printer cartridges?
Are you tired of making a mess trying to refill your old cartridges?
Then here's your answer......
PRINTER CARTRIDGES FOR UP TO 50% OFF STORE PRICES
The average person spends over $150 on new cartridges per year.....
DON'T BE ONE OF THEM...EMAIL TODAY!
PLEASE DO NOT USE THE REPLY BUTTON
CLICK HERE: [email protected]
Just include your printer or cartridge type, and we will email you back
the price, its that simple. THIS WILL SAVE YOU LOTS OF MONEY!! Be
sure to ask about our referral discount for passing the savings on to a
friend.
If we don't save you $$, you have lost nothing! In addition, just
reply with your printer type, and be automatically entered in our
monthly $50 gift certificate drawing.
We just wanted to save you some money, but to unsubscribe to this
mailing email here: [email protected] and just type 'REMOVE' in
the subject line
| SPAM |
The Civil Rights Movement was a social and political movement that emerged in the United States in the mid-20th century.
The movement aimed to attain legal and social equality for African Americans who had endured centuries of discrimination, segregation, and violence. The Civil Rights Movement had a significant impact on American society, both in terms of the legal and political changes it brought about and the cultural and social changes it engendered.
The roots of the Civil Rights Movement trace back to the end of the Civil War in 1865 when the ratification of the 13th, 14th, and 15th Amendments abolished slavery, granted citizenship to African Americans, and gave them the right to vote.
However, despite these legal changes, African Americans continued to face discrimination, segregation, and violence in many parts of the country.
The modern Civil Rights Movement began in the 1950s, with the landmark Supreme Court case Brown v. Board of Education in 1954, which declared segregation in public schools to be unconstitutional.
This decision marked a significant movement victory, but many white Americans opposing integration also resisted it.
In the late 1950s and early 1960s, the movement gained momentum under charismatic leaders like Martin Luther King Jr. Who promoted nonviolent protest and civil disobedience.
The movement garnered support from women’s rights activists, anti-war protesters, and environmentalists, who all valued social justice and equality.
A significant Civil Rights Movement achievement was the 1964 Civil Rights Act. Banning discrimination in employment, education, and public accommodations based on race, color, religion, sex, or national origin.
Years of tireless activism and political pressure from civil rights leaders. Growing recognition of the need for change among many white Americans led to this landmark legislation.
Another victory was the 1965 Voting Rights Act, eliminating discriminatory voting practices that disenfranchised African Americans in many areas.
This legislation increased African American political power, leading to Barack Obama’s election as the first African American president in 2008.
The Civil Rights Movement also had a profound impact on American culture and society. It challenged long-standing stereotypes and prejudices about African Americans, and it helped to create a more diverse and inclusive society.
It inspired youth to engage in activism and paved the way for movements like feminism and LGBTQ rights.
However, despite the achievements of the Civil Rights Movement, many of the issues it sought to address persist today. African Americans still experience discrimination and inequality in housing, education, and the criminal justice system.
The movement exposed deep divisions in American society, shaping present-day political and social discourse.
The Civil Rights Movement transformed the US, marking a pivotal moment in history.
Activists and leaders tirelessly fought for justice and equality, often risking much, driving the movement.
While achieving many victories, the movement’s legacy still impacts America today. As ongoing challenges of racism, discrimination, and inequality are confronted. 온라인카지노 | EDUCATION |
Experimental Roomies Becky absently picked at the wedgie as she stirred the pasta again.
“Girl, you’ve got to stop doing that, it’s unhygienic.” Mary said as she peeked over the bar to see what was cooking.
“Sorry, I can’t help it. My shirt keeps getting stuck,” Becky’s voice was tinged with just a touch of annoyance. It wasn’t like Mary had the same problem.
Mary gave her a sour look and stuck out her tongue. “Look, you signed up for the same stupid shit we did, and we’re all dealing with it. Just don’t be sticking your fingers in some places then handling the food.”
Becky set down the ladle, “I know, I know, but damn it all, it’s annoying.”
“No shit.” Mary gave a bit of a snort and went back to her phone.
“She’s right, you know, you really should stop.” Priya commented from her spot over on the couch.
“Alright, I don’t need everyone to gang up on me over this. It’s just really frustrating to have everything ride up.” Becky sighed a bit and carefully washed her hands again.
“Don’t I know it. There’s a reason I went to wearing nothing but dresses.” Priya kicked the long hem of her skirt a bit flashing a touch of her tanned flesh underneath to make the point.
“Girl, I’m not looking to see that.” Irene had walked in just in time to be flashed that bit of skin as Priya let her skirt settled down again. “Oh please, you’ve seen plenty of me, of her, of everyone here. We’re the idiots who signed up for an experimental medication for libido enhancement, and now look where it’s got us.” Priya snorted as she put down pretense of reading at all and stared at her roommates who were starting to gather for dinner.
“It got us exactly what it promised us, enhanced libidos. You can’t say they were lying about that.” Mary snorted from her place at the bar. “I mean, it didn’t exactly come how we expected, but you’d think after a year of it that we’d be used to it.”
“I’m not sure I’m ever going to be used to it.” Whined Becky as she tried not to pull her shirt out of the growing wedgie that appeared each time she shifted.
“A looser shirt might help.” Irene commented as she resumed toweling her hair.
“Doesn’t help, usually makes it worse really,” commented Becky, who gave Irene a black look as she realized Irene was dripping on the floor. “Come on, we talked about this too. Quit coming out here undressed, and why are you dripping water on the floor?”
“What? I needed a shower, besides I’m in a robe.” Irene said looking down at the pink robe that barely concealed her own massive breasts.
“That’s not clothing, that’s barely a robe. Go get something on.”
“Oh, we need to get over this faux prudishness,” Irene snapped as she headed back to her room.
“I can’t say I disagree with Irene,” Priya said, shifting slightly.
“So, you want to walk around nude?” Mary snarked. Priya gave her a hard stare, “Well, at least at home it’d be nice to be able to. It’s not like we don’t already know how messed up this is. Besides, I have to wear these long dresses all the time or I have to listen to you squawk about decency.”
“Yeah, that and it keeps the stains off the couch.” Becky observed dryly.
“You’re hardly one to talk about stains, if anything you leave more than I do.” Priya shot back.
“Here we go again,” Irene rolled her eyes as she came back out in a tank top and shorts.
“Oh God, Irene, you’re still wet and that shirt is white,” Mary made a show of gagging and hiding her eyes.
“Cut it out.” Irene’s anger flashed as she pressed her bulging tits outward toward Mary, the thing fabric pressed tight and nearly see through with dampness revealing the twin cunts that had replaced her nipples during the experiment. “You really should be over this by now. A year! Damn it, we’ve been living together a year while they figure out what to do with us. It’s about time we damned well figure out how to accept each other’s fucking freaky changes. We’re all horny, we’re all tired of being cooped up in here, and we’re all damned well sick of each other, but we really don’t have any choice about it do we?”
“No, not really.” Mary said somewhat meekly as she realized the other three were equally tired of the whole thing too.
“So, are you done with the morality policing about our changes? I’m sick of it. I just want something to eat, and a night where we don’t end up sniping at each other all evening.” Irene’s face was almost red now, her breasts heaved, resulting in the strange look of her nipple cunts flexing with each breath under the thin shirt. “Um, the pasta is done.” Becky called, somewhat quietly from the kitchen.
“Good, I’m famished.” Priya started to rise slowly from the couch, trying hard not to trip on the curtains of inner labia that dangled like long drapes from her massively enlarged cunt to the floor. She shuddered slightly as they began to drag behind her across the carpet, sending ripples of pleasure through her sensitive body.
“I’m sorry.” Mary said, quietly.
Irene gave her a quick side hug as they moved to the table. “Look, it’s okay, I’m sorry popped off like that, but damn it we’re all really frustrated. Dildos and vibrators only do so much when your libido is cranked to eleven, and it’s worse that we really can’t go out and get any because they’ve got us trapped in this place.”
“More like a hundred,” Priya said as she settled into her seat at the table, still shaking slightly from the short walk.
“I’d just settle for not having perpetual wedgies from my shirts. Besides it’s not like Priya and I are going to find any guys that can satisfy us anyway.” Becky bemoaned as she gave up the pretense and fished her shirt out from between the cleft that ran from her breasts to her crotch again, shuddering just a bit as she had to pull back one side of the giant lips to release the shirt again.
Priya nodded. “I have half a mind to see how that cement parking column fits. At least it’d be good girth and it won’t go soft on me.” This elicited a roar of laughter from the others.
“Save me a spot on that column’s dance list too.” Becky said, as she tried to stop laughing. “I’d be terrified to go with a real guy now anyway, since If I queefed I might blow him to Oz and never see him again.” “At least you’re only stuck with one.” Mary commented sullenly. “I’m on the rag three times as long. How I managed to get three cunts and they won’t sync up for periods is beyond me.”
“You really wouldn’t want that anyway,” Irene observed. “Three times the cramps in one day? No thank you. I’m just glad neither of my titties bleed post change. Small favors for losing my nipples.”
“So, what are we going to do about all this?” Priya asked as she spooned food onto her plate. “It’s been a year and we’re all super pent up.”
“Orgy?” Quipped Irene.
“I’m not sure if you’re joking or not.” Mary commented.
“I’m not really sure either. My mind is consumed by the idea of sex, so… maybe? I don’t know.” Irene commented as she grabbed the pasta sauce.
“Well, I think that idea should be tabled,” Priya paused a moment, “at least for a while.”
“Alright then, what should we do about things, miss I have all the answers?” Irene said as she stuck her fork into her pasta.
“Hardly. If I had all the answers, I’d have a guy with a horse sized cock here with me and none of you.” Priya laughed, “But we do need to find a way to satisfy these urges. It’s not like the doctors are going to help. Last time we mentioned anything to them they wanted to run a bunch of weird tests. No matter how horny you are, being hooked up to a bunch of machines and stared at by people holding clipboards is just a mood killer.”
“I know, right?” Mary said as she wigged her broadened backside against the chair feeling her own needy loins. “Well, we need to do something before we all go crazy.” Becky commented as she stuffed another mouthful of pasta in, only to lose half of it on her shirt. “Shit.”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake, can’t you even eat without making a mess?” Irene reached over with a napkin and wiped the offending blotch of sauce off, causing Becky to blush red. “What?”
Becky turned a bit redder, “um, you’re touching my breast.”
“So?” Irene gave her a blank stare.
“It’s sensitive,” came the quiet response.
“Oh. Shit, sorry.” Irene’s hand jerked back.
Becky regained her composure a bit. “No, it’s okay, it was nice to feel another person’s touch again.”
“Yeah, it’s been a while.” Priya commented.
“So does that mean we’re back to the idea of an orgy?” Mary commented with a frown.
“No.” Becky said, perhaps a little too fast.
Priya laughed, “A good orgy needs some cock. Nice big veiny cock.”
“We’re kind of lacking on that right now, girl.” Irene chuckled wryly.
Priya’s eyes rolled upwards towards the ceiling, “Don’t remind me.”
“We’ll figure something out, but first can we finish dinner without someone orgasming at the table?” Mary looked pointedly at Becky who was running her fingers up and down the crease in her shirt that hid the monstrous vulva.
“Damn it, sorry, I just…” Becky sputtered, being caught out.
“Quit it, we’re all like this now, whether we like it or not. Just eat your spaghetti and then we can worry about other needs.” Irene stuffed another forkful in her mouth.
Mary snorted, “Last one done does dishes.”
“Last one to finish eating, or last one to orgasm?” Irene inquired, giving an arched eyebrow to the most normal looking of the three.
Mary tried to ignore the comment.
Irene just smiled and dug back into the bowl, while her foot snaked over and began rubbing the long silky flesh that pooled across the floor under Priya. Priya’s fork stopped halfway to her mouth as her eyes rolled slightly back and she sighed heavily, verging on a full out moan.
“Enough of that you two.” Mary just mouthed something and went back to eating. Every night, she thought, why did they have to go through this every single night.
Priya just gave Irene a sulky look as the foot was withdrawn and mouthed silently “You’d better finish what you started.”
Irene smiled and mouthed back “Later.” | STORY |
Reciprocal pronouns indicate that two or more nouns are doing or being the same to one another in a mutual relationship. There needs to be two nouns represented in order to use reciprocal pronouns.
If one noun receives an action or something happens to it, then the other noun also receives the same action or has the same thing happen to it. It sounds confusing, but it really isn’t.
How Many Reciprocal Pronouns Are There?
This is the best news - TWO.
Each other & one another
Each other is used when we are speaking about two persons or things
One another is used when speaking about more than two persons or things
Let’s take a look at each reciprocal pronoun on its own for examples:
|My brother and sister love each other.
|The Olympians congratulated one another on each winning a medal.
|Before Christmas, we talked to each other about presents.
|At the ceremony, each team member gave compliments to one another.
|At a family-style meal, we pass around and share food with each other.
|In order to support one another, the ants formed an interlocking chain.
How Do They Function in a Sentence?
The most important thing to remember about sentence structure is that reciprocal pronouns almost always have to be an object within a sentence. That means they don’t function well when used as a subject.
Take a look at a few of the example sentences above - remember that direct objects receive an action, while indirect objects answer the question To whom or for whom was the action done?
| My brother and sister love each other.
Each other is the direct object receiving the love.
| The Olympians congratulated one anotheron each winning a medal.
One another is the direct object receiving the congratulations.
| Before Christmas, we talked to each other about presents.
Each other is the indirect object because it tells to whom the subject (we) talked.
| At the ceremony, each team member gave compliments to one another.
One another is the indirect object answering to whom or for whom the subject (each team member) gave compliments.
Some people will argue that you can only use each other with two people/things and one another for more than two people/things, but common language norms today use both interchangeably. Just use the one that works the best in your sentence. | EDUCATION |
Expanding Single Brackets Examples
What is the resource?
This PDF explains how to expand brackets in algebra: multiplying what's outside the bracket by each term inside. It's ideal for secondary school students.
Why is expanding brackets important?
Expanding brackets might seem minor, but it's a gateway skill in maths:
- Simplifying: We expand to collect terms and make expressions tidier.
- Equations: Often the first step is needed to solve for unknown values.
- Deeper algebra: This technique is needed for factorising and more complex work later.
Why is this resource helpful?
It gives students the right tools for this skill:
- Clear visuals: Arrows illustrate the multiplication process visually.
- Stepped solutions: Works through examples methodically, easy to follow.
- Negative numbers: Offers tips and examples for multiplying with negative signs.
- Printable PDF: Perfect for reference during a lesson, revision, or even homework.
This resource demystifies bracket expansion. This gives students a firm foundation to solve equations and progress confidently in algebra.
Also, have a look at our wide range of worksheets that are specifically curated to help your students practice their skills related to expanding brackets. These teaching resources and worksheets are in PDF format and can be downloaded easily. | EDUCATION |
this is a story about a girl named valerie , a 20 year old girl who got her heart broken and she goes on a vacation with her best friend to rome , and she's never going to forget.. it
Wanna know how it went on.. welcome to the story :
another love❤️🩹❤️ | STORY |
The Quakers believed that all people were equal in God’s eyes, which was a radical idea at a time when people were divided into social classes based on their wealth or birth. The Quakers stressed that regardless of where someone came from, they could be saved as long as they showed true repentance for their sins and had a desire to serve God with all their heart. This belief led them to welcome everyone into their meetings, including women, children and slaves. This was highly unusual at the time since most churches excluded women from participation in religious life and prohibited slaves from entering most places of worship.
The Quaker belief in equality extended beyond religious life as well: they were among the first groups to advocate for universal education for both girls and boys; they also supported equal treatment under the law regardless of color or race (most other groups did not).
The Quakers opened several schools during this time period and were one of the first religious groups to advocate for universal education for girls as well as boys. They believed that education was necessary to allow every person to reach their full potential, regardless of their social class or gender. They opened several boarding schools for both boys and girls, where all students received a quality education regardless of their financial situation or religious affiliation. | EDUCATION |
Attn:Targeted email addresses
Targeted email marketing works! There's no way around it.
No other medium let's you share your offer with more
people for less than the cost of a small classified ad.
We can supply valid targeted emails according
to your requirements, which are compiled only on your order, such as region/country/field/keyword/
occupation/Domain Name (like AOL.com) etc.
Free membership
Signup today at http://61.151.247.41
Limited membership
This is a one time message, you will not be emailed again.
| SPAM |
<b>Hello everyone!! Welcome to my Percy Jackson x reader fanfiction. Let me tell you some more about it.</b>
-I will try to write all five books.
-In the chapter 1 you will find out who Y/N godly parent is, I hope you guys will like it. I'm sorry if you don't have the same godly parent but yeah idk.
-No smut.
-I like to add songs by every chapter. You dont have to listen to it, it's just for fun.
-I will age them up. So in the first book they will be 14 instead of 12. I do this because it's a bit weird to let 12 year old have romantic scenes already. I love Percabeth and their slowburn but you guys are reading it for the romance not for the book 'Percy Jackson' itself. This wont affect the storyline. I do think it will still make sense, the prophecy about Percy will be fulfilled when he is 18 instead of 16, so when he becomes an adult.
-I might change and add a few things to the story but nothing major.
-I mostly write in 3rd person POV. I might change it to Y/N's or Percy's sometimes.
-It is a slowburn but not too slowburny. (If you know what I mean)
-The characters will swear.
-English is not my first language so please excuse grammer mistakes and correct me!
-I try to update every week.
-I do not own any of the characters except for Y/N and some other character that aren't made by uncle Rick.
-Cover is not mine btw.
<b>That's it! I really hope you guys will enjoy it. <3</b> | STORY |
(F gradual BE, Lactation, Flesh Amalgam, Body Horror)
Cerise is a beautiful woman, but also a well versed explorer. In recent years the three major kingdoms of the world have been sending out researchers and adventurers into the uncharted world to rediscover the storied history of humanity. In pages torn from history; humans once covered a vast amount of the world, but thanks to the spread of dangerous magical artifacts the world became too hostile and humanity regressed into only three major kingdoms. Cerise had been on the team that reclaimed The Book Of Nothing- the worst offender of obscene power no one should ever possess- and the book is now safely sealed.
Cerise has dark blood red hair that naturally forms colossal curls about her head, hanging as low as her collar bone- but could probably get past the bottom of her chest if you pulled it straight. Her breasts are a perfect C; the ideal size to perfectly fill the average human hand and capped with powder red nipples with small, solid-edged areola. She has an athletic build which is most easily noticeable in her tight abs. Exploring lost civilizations requires quite a bit of parkour and climbing in general- as the old roads and pathways are often in disrepair and do not function as they should. Her lips are plump and naturally already deep scarlet, though her voice a bit gravelly for a woman. Cerise's eyes are blue with the slightest hint of green, making them quite vibrant, like gemstones.
Finding maps and reading books in the lost kingdoms the explorers usually find many clues as to where to attempt to look next. Some kingdoms simply disappeared due to natural disasters. Being relatively or sometimes entirely cut off from other kingdoms- if the weather decides to go cataclysmic on them, no one will hear them scream. Her next biggest find was to be the lost kingdom of Faelor, formerly nestled in the roots of mountains, with a pristine river running down from the frozen peaks to cut the valley in twain.
Faelor had been sealed away apparently, so something dangerous had been there, but none of the other lost kingdoms mentioned WHY it was sealed or what exactly the danger is. It was very easy for Cerise and her team to find the kingdom of Faelor thanks to the documents they found on it in Ragas... but actually getting into the kingdom was another story. In this; Cerise could be of no help at all. When the ancient people mentioned it being sealed- they were not kidding. What must have taken a team of a hundred Geomancers or more- they summoned the earth from the nearby mountains and sealed the ENTIRE capital of Faelor in a giant stone dome! Cerise is athletic but she is not strong enough to pickup truck-sized boulders repeatedly. She had to sit on the sidelines as the others used horses, chains, and rope to drag giant stones out of the way- having to be careful not to cause the surrounding stone to roll over on top of them and crush them to death.
Cerise did still get the jump on the rest of them- because as a young woman she was more flexible than most of the other explorers, so she was able to squirm her way through a gap that was still too small for the others to follow. The stonemasonry in Faelor was beautiful. The city gates took her some time to pry open enough to get inside because the doors are so colossal. Down ancient steps with a torch in hand she dashed through the pitch black streets a bit too energetically perhaps. Because of the stone dome covering the entire capital it was utter darkness here at all times except for the torch she held, so she was unable to see very far ahead of herself. What she found was many pathways and streets were blocked off by an odd... bulbous material. It was also unusually warm in here for being in perpetual darkness. She gasped and recoiled when she attempted to touch one of the odd masses- only to discover that it is in fact flesh. It bulges out of collapsed walls and buildings! It is still giving off heat- its still alive!
Light penetrated the dark as the opening the others were digging expanded and several more torched were held up in the darkness- a Pyromancer did his thing and cast a light large enough to temporarily illuminate the entire capital in a dull orange glow.
Faelor was immediately re-sealed. Cerise and the other explorers returned to their kingdom of Leiro with blank, empty expressions. She immediately told the authorities to not allow anyone near Faelor ever again, and also like the old writings in Ragas; she deliberately avoided saying what exactly is in Faelor or why it should never be visited- simply telling them it was a horror beyond imagining. Cerise thought she could just forget about it, once it was sealed and the warnings given. But she found herself dreaming of what she seen there. She attempted to help rediscover other places and artifacts after the fact over the following year, but found herself spacing out in thought or freezing up entirely out of fear of encountering something else like what slept in Faelor. By the end of the year, she even sought therapy on the matter, before retiring from adventuring entirely.
The therapist took out her pad, ready to take notes. "So, what seems to be the problem is that you encountered something terrifying, and that because it was while doing your job- you now associate it with your work. You mentioned wanting to retire? I would encourage this- given the treasures you have already accumulated, you should have more than enough money to live extravagantly without needing to venture into danger again. It is completely normal to want to avoid fire after being burned so."
"Y-yea. I wanted to continue just... because it was fun, it's what I love to do... but-"
"But you cannot have fun if it frightens you and returns those ill memories. Normally I would encourage my patient to face their fears, and overcome the situation but this particular sort of situation makes it seem like a non-option. What did you see down there? Are you willing to discuss it, or...?"
She shook her head silently for a moment. "I need to forget it. It is sealed, there is no reason for me to keep thinking about it. It is just... it was so... twisted."
"An eldritch horror? Some... creature of pure evil?"
Cerise huffed in a weak laugh. "No. I know what evil is. Even as kids we learn what pure evil is. A villain with no purpose- someone who commits evil from no provocation. A life dedicated to disrupting or snuffing out all other lives. No... we all know what pure evil is, even if it is only through works of fiction. This was not evil. It is twisted, malformed... an abomination. But it is so beautiful, and soft... so pleasing to behold. It is a symbol of fertility and life, and yet an affront to every living creature. A thing that nature should not be able to ever produce, and yet somehow has. It is not evil... it is much, much worse."
After several sessions of therapy, her therapist came to the conclusion that she should be allowed to drink some Elysium Water- an alchemical potion not to be taken lightly, as its effects are the irrevocable erasure of memory. Many people who had been with her that day were already given the potion, and ultimately everyone who had beheld Faelor would request the potion to forcefully wipe out the memory of what they had seen, so that they could leave it behind. They still have vague memories of going there- and still know in their hearts that what they seen was horrific- but no longer recall what it actually is, so they can regain some degree of peace. Cerise would wake flustered in the mornings more often than not, and even sometimes inexplicably aroused, but shrug it off. She still dreams of what she seen- but now forgets her dream as soon as she wakes up, so she does not even consciously realize it happened.
Cerise retired and started to sell off her accumulated ancient treasures. She was in it for the adventure so she failed to realize just how much of a fortune she had amassed almost on accident. Only 27 and she is now retired and living in a small mansion with a team of 7 servants waiting on her every need and keeping her tiny palace sparkling clean at all times. Cerise started to attend parties, and still pursued her interest in researching ancient civilizations but now did it through reading and looking over artefacts others brought back to Leiro.
Thanks to being rich; she could afford to eat just about anything she could imagine, so she decided to take her adventuring to the dinner table as well- always ordering something different, from a different land- in an effort to experience all known foods. Of course... there are a lot of different types of food, so it was quite a monumental task. She seemed better fit to accomplish it than even she would have assumed at first- her appetite seemed to grow with every enjoyed meal. It was like when a person becomes famished; suddenly all foods taste a lot better, and even foods they would have normally hated become at the very least- tolerable. It was like that, except... all the time. Her threshold for 'very hungry' seemed to drop considerably, and all food suddenly started to taste better to her, and be more enjoyable than it had been. She normally only ate breakfast and dinner, but lunch returned to her menu as soon as she retired. As the months passed she expanded her dinners to be several courses, and then some snacks between meals- and eventually mandatory snack times. She no longer had to go out to work, so she could be at home all day- she had the time to laze around and pop food in her mouth whenever.
Cerise was a bit frightened for her figure- she liked her well-toned body, and her fears were of course once again well-founded. If you start eating that much all the time, obviously you are going to gain a lot of weight... except, she didn't. Well... at least her stomach did not expand. The divot between her tight abs softened- but that is because of her lack of exercise, not any additional fat. Her arms and legs remained completely untouched. No... she gained weight- but her body somehow had the impossibly perfect genetic programming to stuff all of her excess entirely into her bust alone and nowhere else! Like she had suddenly become part camel- her body was stuffing the extras into her 'humps' to save for a rainy day. Her C cups became Ds, then Es, F and even G cups! Her pert handfuls were suddenly large wobbling orbs! Her tiny areola even stretched across their surface and the solid edge softened to a quick faded edge!
Instead of becoming unattractive, she was more sought-after than ever! She wore beautiful dresses that flaunted her cleavage when she attended parties and reveled in the attention- the power of knowing she could have any man drooling on his knees for her if she wanted; though she did not take any lovers. In bed she enjoyed her own company actually- and that too grew with her bosom. When she touched herself it was with one hand on her crotch and the other always digging into her large breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft rubbery flesh like baker's dough.
But still her appetite grew more voracious- baffling her servants. Her figure had not changed at all, so it seemed like she was eating more food than should be physically possible for someone of her size. Her breasts fattened to H, I, J, and K cup in size. She was the bustiest woman in all of Leiro! Possibly in all the world! She loved the feeling of her giant tits sloshing back and forth with her movement. On her back in bed her breasts rolled up and down her entire chest when she thrusts her hips into her hands to dip her fingers in deeper to her hungry pussy. She would sometimes space out in mirrors, mesmerized by her own swollen flesh. By the end of the year she surpassed K cup... which meant everything had to be custom tailored to her... there is no standardized bra size above that, so as soon as you hit L cup, you need a personal tailor.
Cerise had to rest her boobs on the table when she ate to be able to reach her food past them. Somehow her body had still impossibly not put on any weight at all, her breasts are the only part of her to accumulate any fat! Her servants would often snap her out of a trance and scold her for being caught idly rubbing her breasts, or cupping them from below and bobbing their weight on her palms. She had raised quite a few eyebrows doing this in public or at parties she attended without realizing she was even doing it. Thanks to her solid lower back muscles she was at least able to heft her behemoth tits- any other woman her size would likely be folded in half by their weight. She lost agility and grace in her movements, but she could at least carry herself still.
Her servants advised her to maybe cut back on her meals a bit nervously- and she agreed but then... proceeded to not actually do it. Knowing her breasts would continue to put on weight and they were already massive; she should slow down at least, but she loved food! And unfortunately at this point she trained her body to think the amount she was eating is normal, so if she tries to cut back she is immediately hit with hunger pains because she isn't accustomed to a lack of things to eat! It also did not help that she very much adored her breast size, and spend increasing amounts of time and dedication to them, mashing them together, squeezing them, sinking her fingers into the soft flesh. Every man she encounters wants her, and yet she is too obsessed with her own curves to bother with any of them.
After a year and a half of her new life of luxury; Cerise stopped going to parties regularly, and only appeared at a few of the larger events. Her breasts are now so large that they eclipse her entire chest and almost all of her midriff. With some creative engineering her clothing might be customized to still hold her breasts aloft- but doing so would shield most of her field of vision, so she could not support them with clothes. Even without holding them up at all- there is a roughly five foot gap in her vision where she could simply not see the floor. When she walks about it is with a heavy forward lean, and she has to often pause to rest. If there is a table or arm rail nearby- she will bow down slightly to rest the bottom of her tits on them to try and take some of the weight off her. Her areola are the size of a dish at this point with a soft edge, and even started to project a bit into their own curve; separate of her boob. Her servants still attempted to chastise her voracious appetite, but she pays their wages so they obviously aren't willing to put up much of a fight, and Cerise also took to stuffing various snacks into her cleavage to hide, or simply carry around with her. I mean; at this point you could stuff an entire boxed pizza into her tits and it would be entirely hidden.
When folding her laundry- the servants could easily mistake one of her custom tops as a bed sheet. There is enough fabric in a single of Cerise's tops to make seven or eight normal shirts. At the dinner table Cerise has to bow forward and squash her boobs across her lap now because if she tried to rest them on the table itself- her food would be shoved out of her reach. Even her nipples have enlarged to the size of a shot glass... which... doesn't seem like something that would happen if it were just fat. Because the nipple itself doesn't contain any fat. Her breasts should also be sloshing all over the place wildly out of control at this point because the fat and muscle tissue is so out of balance... yet they did not. They held their shape quite well and remained as springy as they were when she was only a C cup.
Cerise did not tell her servants right away, afraid of what they would say or how they would react. She woke up rather aroused from a forgotten dream again one morning a year and a third into her retirement. Dashing to the bathroom meaning to splash water on her face to clear her thoughts, she instead spaced out at the sight of her long cleavage and grabbed her erect nipples through the shirt only to discover wetness! She is lactating! She was not able to draw much out, but she did have milk. There was a tiny bit the next day too, and the next, and the next. It happened very gradually, so she did not really notice an increase herself. At first it took only a few tugs to express most of her milk, but then a few more. A minute first thing in the morning, to five, to ten. She would be kneading her tits aggressively as she masturbated in the middle of the afternoon and manage to summon some milk from her then too! After two weeks she was tugging her nipples rhythmically toward the sink like she was milking a cow, and erupting solid streams of milk! Well... that should slow her weight gain at least, right? She is converting it into milk now.
Her absolutely enormous tits needed help being carried soon after, now three weeks into her lactating. She had to stop and rest so frequently as she made her way around the house that the servants simply took to walking beside her- either servant helping to carry one of her immense tits. When she lays in bed, either boob flops to her sides and she has to reach through her own cleavage to reach her pussy- because her breasts are so large that she cannot reach around them with the length of her arms! Her arms are only able to reach her nipples to milk herself by squashing into the surface of her breasts to fold the front further up.
Cerise started to need to be milked twice a day, so her frequent afternoon masturbation became mandatory. Rather than express herself into the sink; she folded her giant tit to her mouth and sucked on her own shot-glass sized nipples, gorging on her own milk! Rather than be worried that there was more and still more as the days went by- she was instead glad she gets to taste more of her delicious breastmilk! Human milk has a mild sweetness to it, due to humans having a higher sugar diet than.... well, every other animal on the planet.
Since they have to carry her breasts for her; the servants eventually found out about her lactating on their own, when wet spots formed on the front of her top in spite of her twice daily milking- the amount she produces is still going up! They thought it might be caused by some sort of hormonal imbalance due to the sheer size of her behemoth boobs- since Cerise hasn't had any actual sex so there is no way she is pregnant. Her areola did not darken either, like they normally do when lactating- they are still a powder red.
More food, fatter breasts, more milk... more drinking milk while she fondles and obsesses over her giant endowments.
Now a bit over two years into retirement her breasts are so gigantic that she cannot even bathe properly! Her body sits in one tub, but then the servants must fetch two additional tubs of water to rest each tit in! If she tried to fit herself entirely into just one bath tub- her breasts would utterly eclipse her, and be sitting over the tub instead of IN it. Her nipples are now as wide and long as a normal drinking glass- so the length of a hand from wrist to middle fingertip and so thick than you can only meet thumb to finger around its girth if you squeeze the surface of it inward slightly. When she gorges on her own milk; one nipple fills her entire mouth completely on its own. She still needs milking twice daily but it takes a good twenty minutes to completely drain her each time, and if she collides her boobs with something in between sessions she can still knock milk out of herself unintentionally as it builds up.
Because her servants need to help carry her, milk, and even bathe her; they discovered a second set of nipples before she did! She had tiny areola and big (for a regular human) nipples in the shadow of her breasts, on her lower chest! At this- they immediately contacted a doctor. Her body was already extremely abnormal, but growing a whole new set of nipples out of the blue was a bit too alarmingly off.
The doctor was unsurprisingly baffled, and as alarmed as the servants were- even though Cerise herself did not seem at all bothered by the news. Her breasts seemed to develop milk cisterns like an udder would have- to store premade milk, which is good because her body doesn't seem to ever stop producing it... ever. Their weight is clearly well beyond what her back could ever possibly take, but thanks to her servants helping her get around; her breasts are yet to actually do her any harm. He did not find anything abnormal with her however. Her body seems perfectly healthy, there are no abnormal mutations, there do not seem to be any foreign substances in her body. He cannot explain her condition at all- but it isn't hurting her, he knows that much.
The servant cocked a brow at his diagnosis, motioning to the extra set of nipples. "No mutations?!"
"W-well, though generally rare; people can have additional nipples. That is certainly not unheard of. Heck- there was one woman who had a nipple on her foot. Generally the additional nipples serve no purpose though- they do not have any mammary glands behind them, it is literally JUST a nipple and nothing else. She appears to be developing a new set of mammary glands behind hers. But there isn't anything... abnormal about them, other than their being there and growing for seemingly no reason. They appear to be perfectly normal breasts that are developing, it's just that... they shouldn't exist in the first place. I cannot find what is causing this, but she seems perfectly fine and-" He motions to her expression. "She certainly does not seem to mind it. If I cannot pinpoint the issue, I cannot cure her, and if it isn't hurting her I shouldn't technically try to cure it in the first place."
And so Cerise was left to her self-worship and seemingly endless milk streams. The growth of her breasts seemed to at last stop even though her appetite did not diminish- but it also seems the only reason it stopped is because the fat is now gathering into a new pair instead! It took a week for the nipples to pop out from her chest enough to form into little B cup hills; utterly eclipsed by her top pair. Now Cerise would often shake her body back and forth, trying to make it look like she was trying to get comfortable and settle her breasts into her shirt better- what she is actually doing is rubbing her new nipples with the heavy original boobs waving back and forth on them! The bottom pair started to dig deeper into the round underside of the first boobs. By the end of the second week they were already G cups. At the end of the third week they were the size of a medium beach ball, and now big and taut enough to actually hold her upper breasts up, slightly. The upper breasts are still so huge that they wrap completely around the lower set except for the very bottom.
Now when Cerise masturbates she tosses her giga breasts over either of her shoulders so she can reach down and play with the new ones while her head sits in the cleavage of her old breasts- listening to her own heartbeat from the breast flesh smothering her ears. She no longer even needed to touch her pussy- and was so obsessed with her impossibly glorious tits that she did not even bother with it. She could orgasm quite easily from kneading her breasts alone. Perhaps from her always tugging at the nipples- she managed to encourage her lower breasts to start lactating too.
Another week went by and now her lower breasts could hold up the top ones- those posed a bit of a problem for her visibility. Now her upper breasts were held aloft far enough that she cannot even look straight forward- all she would see is her own cleavage. She has also grown so enormous that it would take an entire tablecloth to even attempt to cover her breasts- so she stopped trying. Cerise no longer put on a top. She did not go outside anymore anyway- she cannot get very far without someone to carry her breasts for her. The only way she can see where she is going is if she turns her chest one way and leans her head the other way- otherwise she can only look up or to her sides; her breasts block everything else.
Though the most comfortable position to masturbate in- she cannot sleep while on her back anymore at risk of one of her own tits rolling back in over her face and suffocating her in her sleep. On her side she risks a boob rolling off the side of the bed- which is heavy enough to yank the entire rest of her body off along with it. So Cerise sleeps either on her belly with a giant boob on either side and her body bent around the smaller two- or she sleeps on all four gathered under her, creating a bed of fat, bloated flesh. The milk she produces increases slowly still as well- forcing the servants to fit in a third milking while she is asleep. She starts moaning rather loudly like when they milk her while she is awake, but she somehow manages to remain fully asleep.
On Cerise's own suggestion; the servants opened a service to sell cheap milk to the kingdom. Only a few people thought it was odd that Cerise was the one selling the milk, since she did not own a ranch that they knew of- though she could certainly afford one if she wanted. The servants advised against her revealing her form and where the milk came from, but after only a few days Cerise decided to visit the shop herself to check on things against their advising.
Suddenly all of Leiro was clamoring to get a bottle, and in spite of the massive amount she produced- they could not keep a bottle on the actual shelf. When men seen what she had turned into- they were throwing their money at the counter, desperate to get any part of that woman into their mouths. Many women were abhorred by her appearance but just as many were eager to drink the milk- hoping some of her would rub off. The amount of fat Cerise stuffed into her tits and the amount of milk she put out did not equal the amount of food she ate. She is creating more milk than she should have resources to be able to. No one could explain how she ended up like this. It was like her body was blessed to be an unending fountain of resources! Her endowments could feed a small army, endlessly! She became an icon of fertility and all of Leiro knew of her! And still her second pair of breasts grew heavier, milkier, and fatter with each passing day, slowly catching up to her original pair.
Sure enough- there did seem to be a bit of rub-off on other women! At first there appeared to be no effect; no change for over a week. People continued to buy it by the cases as fast as the shop stocked up though- because she was already rich and produced the milk from seemingly nothing, Cerise could afford to have extremely low prices on her milk, making it the cheapest available food. So even people who did not care for her appearance at all, or were hesitant to buy something that came out of Cerise- they still bought it, because it's incredibly cheap. It is also quite healthy since human milk is the only food in the world custom tailored specifically to just humans. You do not need to treat or filter it like cow milk, you can just drink it straight as it is.
Cerise's new set of breasts were passing the halfway point on their way to the first pair when the news started to spread; her milk DOES enhance women who drink it! After over a week many women started to experience small size increases! Nipples erect with less provocation, and breasts firm up then start to slowly stretch, gaining a bit of extra padding. Women were finally getting the endowments they always wanted and were slowly starting to steal back the attention from the men the kingdom over, who had become obsessed with trying to glimpse Cerise. The men were obviously also very pleased- bigger breasts everywhere they looked. The rulers of the kingdom were also hesitantly pleased. The poor folk now had a food they could actually afford, less starving people. Bigger endowed and healthier people in the kingdom, higher morale than ever... Cerise seemed to be unintentionally starting a new golden age for Leiro.
After a week and a half, the king sent out an order to halt the sale of the milk, stating it was only temporary while they sort out some of the legal work on the business end... trying not to panic the public because of the real reason. Even with the milk supply cut off however... women around all of Leiro seemed to still grow, very slowly, but they are still growing.
Cerise flopped onto her bed as two of the three servants who were carrying her there walk back out of the room to rest their back. "That stupid king, why would he just shut down my nice shop like that? He still hasn't said anything directly to me about it! We were making so many people happy..."
Maggy smiled sympathetically to her mistress. "Well, if it makes you feel any better- I always thought it was kind of a miracle. Your body, I mean. A lot of the other servants were just worried but... how could something so miraculous and bountiful be bad??"
Cerise smiled and squirmed her way onto her hands and knees- her bottom breasts resting squashed against the bed half under her and half in front of her, while the upper pair was fully rested on top of the lower. She could not look forward at all at risk of blocking her own breathing with the literal wall of flesh in front of her.
"Why don't you have some? I would hate to waste any while the shop is closed."
Maggy blushed. "W-wuh, me? Right now? Oh...hmm mmm-ah, I... I don't know. You have a bit till you need to be milked again though, don't you?"
"Oh, I could always use ah-Aahhhmmmmm-" A faint rumbling could be heard from her breasts- like the muffled roar of rushing liquid. "milking. I have so much to give!" Her beer-can sized nipples stood erect, her areola puffed up and beads of milk formed all around their surface, threatening to gather up and roll off onto the bed!
Maggy dashed over, looking at first at how she could shuffle Cerise closer to the end of the bed, but realizing it was far too inconvenient for her size to try to move her at all, and simply climbed onto the bed herself to reach the teats. The nipples alone are so giant she actually had to use her fingers to help stuff the thing in her mouth. She started to gulp loudly and a new rush of hot, creamy liquid filled her mouth the moment she gulped down the last, forcing her to swallow again right away or risk overflowing all over herself.
Cerise's boobs were more than large enough to hold her upper body up, so her arms were completely free and both went to her pussy and started pawing at her wet slit, moaning from the feeling of being milked. The gentle rocking of the liquid flow in her giant breasts, the warmth gathering and then jetting out! Even the emotional feeling of being so big in the first place, so blessed, so fat, heavy and endowed! So absurdly womanly! A living idol of the female sex, a fountain of endless milk! The flow rushed through her tits, tickling all the pleasure receptors as they gathered toward the nipple. Maggy made a few startled sounds, muffled by the giant teat clogging her mouth, and then started to make confused moans of pleasure. Cerise tried to look at her, but could not see the woman at all past the curvature of her own immense breasts, so she shrugged it off and continued to masturbate to the feeling of her servant gulping down her blessed cream.
Maggy's nipples went rock hard and actually tingled with internal pressure very suddenly. Her breasts felt so... tight. Her chest heated up and suddenly her breasts started to fatten!
Without even knowing what was happening, Cerise spared one of her hands to reach around and gently pet Maggy on the head. "That is it; drink up! Enjoy! As much as you want. As much as you can take!"
"Mmm~ mmmph!" Her eyes widened at her expanding breasts, but she could not bring herself to stop!
Maggy's top started to groan and with a sharp snap the clasp on her bra shattered! Her tits quickly ballooned forward from their compressed cloth prison and mashed into the front of her shirt, then spread out! Her shirt fabric started to gather rapidly as her breasts smushed further out into it, stealing all the fabric for themselves and then still more! Wet spots formed over her own enlarging nipples!!
Cerise continued to pet her hair and Maggy's eyes rolled back in her head. "Take as much as you desire. Drink up and grow up big and strong! Big and... mmm~ plump. Round and fat, and heavy~!"
*gulp* "M-m-mmmm- *gulp*- MMMmmph!" *gulp*
Cerise gently cupped the back of her head and pushed her further forward! The giant nipple was in the top of Maggy's THROAT- longer than her entire mouth. The bridge of her nose and forehead pressed against the bloated curve of the giant boob. Maggy's shirt started to shred open! The collar tearing further and further down the front where her breasts yanked the shirt in two different directions with their curvature! More and more cleavage spilled out! Milk started to dribble weakly through the fabric on the front. Her tits were covered in beads of sweat from the internal heat and the skin is blushing from the rapid growth! Her breasts fattened so quickly that the areola bloating out surpassed her nipples- giving her inverted nipples as the areola swallowed them entirely! Her shirt finally ripped in half and her huge boobs flopped to the bed under her, while she is on all fours!
Between Cerise's legs her pussy started to plumpen up further than normally possible! Her labia seemed to almost inflate, becoming soft squishy pillows as she pawed at them! Her entire pubic mound started to rise up like dough in the oven, accumulating fat, inflating it rounder off her torso, making it even more fun to play with! She hooked her index around the curve and shook it back and forth, letting out a giddy giggle and then moan at the feeling of her pubic mound jiggling... like a fat titty.
Maggy finally managed to will herself to pull off, flopping backwards and watching wide-eyed at her large breasts swing to the sides of her chest before their elasticity caused them to clap back together in the middle. "Wuh- Wh-whauuh-t... what ha-aaahppened?! Wh-mmmMMMM." She cupped them and even the delicate pressure of that alone caused several thin streams of milk to come out and a trickle to emerge from the slit her nipple itself is trapped in.
Before Maggy could regain any composure or get her thoughts straight at all; Cerise twisted her torso to flop onto her side and unintentionally ripped all the bedding half off of the bed below her by her breasts. On her side she could bend her back to pull her breasts back from Maggy and pull herself forward to latch onto one of Maggy's breasts! She shoved her tongue into the slit on Maggy's enormously puffy, dinner-plate sized areola and slapped her nipple back and forth, coaxing it to full erection so it pops back out to be sucked!
Maggy fell back, propped up on her knees with her hands behind her; her breathing rapid and moans high pitched. The feeling of her breasts expanding so quickly pulled all her nerves thin- all the pleasure receptors being triggered as any little motion against her endowments causes their entire mass to ripple! Cerise tugging on her nipples with her plush lips is such an intense pleasure, but even stronger than that is the feeling of the jets of milk erupting from her!! The milk scratched the itch in her over-pressure teats from the inside- where nothing else CAN! The soft-rubbery flesh of her turgid nipples is being massaged from the inside and out at the same time! The gentle pressure and warmth of the milk inside shifting, rushing forward! She wanted more, so she made more, so the feeling of it rushing forward did not stop- it looped. Her supply did not go up or down!
Maggy was looking into the undulating cleavage of Cerise as she drank from her, when she realized the rippling was off-beat. There was something IN her cleavage, but neither of her arms were. Something was shoving her breasts outward in pulses, causing them to bounce back inward at less of a proper angle each time. Something... growing. Her eyes once again went wide, but she was too breathless from her own feelings to say anything to Cerise. A FIFTH breast grew out from the cleavage of all four of Cerise's existing tits!! It grows in surges, far more rapidly than anything else Cerise has grown, quickly surpassing all four other breasts, causing them to angle outwards from it shoving them aside!
The king ordered her milk supply be halted when they discovered a woman at the far outskirts of the kingdom who had suddenly grown a cow udder! Not only that, but it had grown so large that it immobilized her. Her own breasts had grown as well though not nearly as large- and mutated. As they grew the outward pressure around the breast pulled at her nipples and eventually split them into two! With two nipples per breast, her breasts together also resemble an udder! She worked on a dairy ranch, and the only reason anyone found her to help is because the milk truck driver wandered her ranch wondering why she missed two shipments in a row. Not only is the rapid mammary growth similar to Cerise- the woman is one of the explorers who had been with Cerise when they visited Faelor. The knights immediately fanned out through the kingdom to track down all the explorers who went to Faelor to interrogate them on what they seen... but they had all drank the potion that wiped their memories so that they would not be traumatized by what they seen. Their stories were all the same- whatever it was; is giant, an abomination, and was clearly strong enough to annihilate an entire kingdom and warrant the entire thing be sealed for all time.
The knights were also only able to interrogate the men. Whatever is happening does not seem to have any effect on males whatsoever. ALL of the women who had seen the inside of Faelor however have mutated. One had her belly continuously expand at first looking like she was getting tremendously fat, but then her belly started to look unusually round for being simply fat- it looked like she was being inflated. After several months her belly grew so large and round it deformed her entire body- and stretched it longer than her spine is, so her vertebrae are not even connected properly, they are just sort of free floating. It was only in the last day before the knights came looking for her that her husband realized what was becoming of her- when her belly button popped out to be an outie instead of an innie. The inside flesh of it was oddly dark- almost brown... like a colossal nipple. Her entire body is turning into a giant breast.
Another woman's nipples and areola expanded over time. They got both longer and wider, eventually the areola became so distended from the breast itself that its curvature flattened with the nipple itself- turning them into giant soft cones! At the base the dark teats are as wide as her arms and a bit over a foot in length!! By the time the knights found her, she was already growing two more sets- the set below that only half the size and the set below that only mere discolored, sensitive dots- but only just starting to grow. She did not seem to be growing additional breasts, and her breast size remained relatively the same- just her nipples were growing out of control.
Another woman- a stripper no less- had her breasts engorge with milk, but she tried to resist it unlike Cerise. She refused to milk herself and tried to go on with the show, but she finally exceeded her capacity and exploded milk with enough pressure that the unintentionally sprayed her audience- who did not seem to at all mind. The relief was so pleasurable that it broke something in her mind and body.
Her breasts enlarged still more as time went on and hosing down her audience became part of the show- which attracted a full house every night even after the bar owner kept jacking up the price of admission. Her breasts permanently blushed pink and the veins inside became abnormally giant, projecting even off their surface quite a bit, making her breasts look very veiny. She cannot milk herself normally anymore- instead; trying to milk her increases her pleasure, and when it hits orgasmic her breasts ejaculate the milk! She has to orgasm the milk to get it out! As time went on, she milked herself more and more becoming a complete addict to the pleasure and her clit started to engorge larger and larger in response to the repeated pleasure. By the time the knights found her- her clit has transformed into a DD cup breast- though the skin on its surface quite tight, and neon pink from base to nipple like it had been when it was still a clit... and it still has just as many pleasure receptors as it did as a clit too.
Even with the milk flow cut off- other women slowly started to transform. Medical professionals attempted to diagnose them, trying to locate the contaminant milk in their bodies to remove it and cure them but there was none to be found.
An alchemist shakes his head as he stands up away from the microscope, blinking several times to re-adjust the lens of his eyes to looking at things that are not magnified by several hundred times. "The molecular structure of the milk makes no sense. Parts of it fold in on itself like trying to parse a drawing of an impossible shape... parts of the molecule exist on a higher plane of reality than us- rendering it unperceivable. We do not have the available senses to interact with it entirely." He pointed to a second petri dish. "But the same can be said of this sample- taken from a woman who never drank the milk in the first place. All of her skin and even blood cells have a distortion in them that I can only explain as part of them now being extra-dimensional."
The knight clacked the back of his helmet-clad head against the wall. "So if it isn't the milk, what is it?"
The Alchemist shook his head. "Whatever it is doesn't even exist on this level of reality, and we do not know how the entry point to our level of reality works."
"Which means...?"
"They could all be the same atom."
"...what?"
"The distorted portion might all be the same extra-dimensional atom, folded into our plane of reality at different points simultaneously. We cannot interact with its level of reality because we don't have a sense that can even perceive its existence in the first place. So- there is no cure. We cannot fix the distortion. We can't even interact with it."
The scholar standing off to the side holds up a book momentarily to get their attention. "Someone knew of Faelor. In order to seal it away in the first place, someone had to have known what happened in Faelor. This blight only seems to afflict women- which is still enough to end civilization, since a mutated blob of mammary flesh cannot carry a child. If all women turn into flesh abominations, men alone cannot reproduce- humanity dies off. But the men of the original Faelor survived, spreading out into surrounding kingdoms. Books like this found in Ragas mention Faelor being sealed and that you may never go there, or know of its true fate."
"That Cerise woman was pretty adamant on not telling anyone what happened there too when she returned. If we do not learn from history we are doomed to repeat it! This might not have happened if the witnesses simply told people. So what is actually in Faelor? A giant mountain of breasts?!?"
The scholar cracked a short-lived smile, nodding. "Most likely- a kingdom sized amalgam of breast flesh. I believe Cerise kept it a secret because when men hear 'giant mountain of tits' it will probably make them MORE likely to dig it back up. However I do not believe the same for the survivors of Faelor."
"Then why did they keep quiet?"
"Because that might be what bridges the two planes of reality."
"...what?"
"Thought. We can form a great many things in our thoughts without any of it existing within our reality. If you think about these abominations, or perhaps even know about them with enough detail- you become afflicted. So the surviving male population never told anyone else, because if a woman finds out- she becomes one. "
The knight shook his head. "All of the explorers wiped their memories- they don't know what they saw."
"Their conscious mind does not know. Their dreams- their unconscious mind still tries to ponder- comprehend what it had seen, and the magnitude of what it meant for the people who formerly lived there. The abomination of Faelor is still alive, remember. Which means not only are they stuck as monsters- they live eternally in that state. Cerise did not, and now cannot tell anyone about what she saw there- unfortunately at this point; she doesn't have to. Because she is now a living example."
And so the king with a heavy hand ordered the gathering of all building materials available to the kingdom. To seal it. Women who had not yet changed or mutated at least would plead to be let out, but in order for this to work- none could leave. So the king did not start to actually erect the barrier, just gather the material and wait, while the people of the kingdom watch the women squeal in pleasure and grow fatter, rounder, better endowed with more and bigger breasts, udders, nipples, and teats.
One of her servants went to check on Cerise a few days later. She is completely immobile so there is no need to move her now, and she does not even require food because it pores from her breasts torrentially. Her front is hidden by six breasts each the size of a horse carriage. Four tilted to the sides that were her originals, then the giant boob that grew between them and parted them, then another that grew from her entire groin area. Instead of a nipple, the center of the areola on this final breast houses her pussy- shoving it forward like an offering. Two breasts grew from her upper back muscles, that are the same size as her front breasts- these keep her propped up, because she sure as hell cannot hold herself up in her current state. She sits on two broad breasts about half the size of the others- these used to be her butt cheeks. Two breasts twice as big as the others sit just beyond those- growing from their sides... these were formerly her legs. The breasts grew much rounder than her legs were long, so while there is still probably leg bones in there- they don't actually connect, or function in any way. They just free-float in fat.
Her arms bloated tremendously into breasts as well- her last actions with them were to rub them on everyone and everything she could till they completely lost all mobility. The giga breasts that were her arms and legs have a single areola each- but each areola houses not one giant nipple but five relatively smaller ones. This quintuple of nipples is actually what remains of her digits. Occasionally they twitch inward slightly or wiggle, so it seems she has some minuscule degree of mobility in them. Her torso seems to have distorted under it all as well, growing rounder and softer, though does not in itself resemble a breast. Not yet anyway.
"M-m-ma'am. Are you... well?"
She jerked her body making all her tits wobble around. "Mmmm-aahaha~ ooohhyYYYES. Very, very well!"
Maggy rolled further forward. "I bend her nipples to her mouth so she has plenty to eat anyway. Mmm, and then I drink some too. I probably shouldn't...." She spaced out for a moment. "But, it tastes so good. And it's so easy to get, and there is so much of it..."
Maggy herself sits atop her breasts, spread across the floor under her from her weight on them. Each breast is easily twice as big as the entire rest of her body. Her clit juts out from her pussy like a huge spongy cylinder... having transformed into a giant nipple. It takes considerable effort for her to rock her weight forward around the curve of her breasts to reach Cerise, because she is weighted down in the back by another colossal boob. The third breast grew from her tail bone, making it almost sort of resemble a giant bug abdomen because of where it grows off her body. The male servant also notes that Maggy's right leg looks tremendously swollen... likely transforming into another breast like Cerise's legs have.
The male servant bowed, a bit nervous. "W-well, I just wanted to make sure because I uhm... might be leaving soon. The king is... uh, closing things up for a while. A long, long while."
Both women looked startled, but Cerise wobbled herself forward for a second, momentarily lifting her giant back tits off the bed and flopping the breasts that used to be her arms forward a moment as if to try and reach for him, before she jiggled back into a full resting. "W-wait! I need you to do me a favor!"
"O-oh, very well? What is it, ma'am?"
"Touch meee~"
"Wha- er... okay? How... in what way?"
"I don't care, just... feel me a bit? I need to be squeezed a little... I know it sounds weird."
He gingerly touched the giant breast that was formerly her pubic mound simply because it was the closest for him to reach, rubbing its smooth curved skin. He pat it and she moaned as the ripples rolled through the soft, plush skin to her pussy at the front of it- her clit standing erect out of its hood like a neon pink thorn.
"M-muh-MORE. Please. I am sorry, I juu-huuust... n-n-need."
He shoved his hand into the surface more aggressively, sloshing its mass back and forth against the bed.
"I am sorry this got so weird, aha...hah. But it... it feels so... sooOOOOH-oh g-oooh... so good. Everything. All the time. Even moving... even breathing feels so fucking goooood. I only wish I was... as beautiful as her."
That caused his brow to furrow. "Wh-who? You are the largest, most... abnormally endowed woman in all of Leiro, I assure you."
"Nnnngh-n-no, there is another woman with even better tits. I don't... remember who. Or where. I remember I seen someooOOH-ne even more obscene." She was starting to squirt milk out of all her nipples in response to her even attempting to remember the woman she seen.
As Cerise moaned the servant slowed his rubbing, captivated in a mix of awe and horror as Cerise's face started to look plump! Her hair suddenly started to fall out and then her head actually enlarged! Her skull dissolving away as the barrier of fat around it grew rapidly! Her head got more and more round, pushing into the backs of her ears and eventually fusing! Her forehead and brow lost definition in the expanding curve as it wobbled and jiggled more from the solid portions of its structure suddenly vanishing. She rolled her head up toward the roof, moaning and groaning so much she rendered herself breathless from the sensations. Her scarlet lips inflated even fatter and grew larger! Her hair started to fall out- forced out from the roots by the expanding fat and shifting structure. Her iris turned glowing pink for a moment before her eyelids were forced shut by the fat expanding around them, and then fused together and her eyes regressed out of existence entirely! Her nose was swallowed up and her nostrils vanished as the flesh billowed into the space they used to occupy. Where Cerise's head had been was now yet another breast the size of a large beachball. Except the areola was scarlet- a deeper red than all her other areola- and adorned at the center not with a nipple, but a giant set of impossibly plush lips!
"C-cerise?!"
"Mmmm.... hmmm."
"Can... you still hear me?"
"...mm...hu...mmmmMM- y-yes. S....uuhhh....s-sorry. So hard.... to think, thoughts floaty. Pleasure...throbbing. Pulsing. Undulating. Waves of skin, ripples of faaaaat. Fuck I am a monster- I am so beautiful! So perfect... so wrong..." She let out a sound like a whimper. "Like... her." Again referring to a woman she has no actual recollection of.
Maggy started to giggle like she had suddenly gone braindead, from a pleasant feeling tingling through her body. She rolled forward without realizing and when she did it was too late to stop herself- she rolled too far forward and went straight over her own boobs! Her back slapped between Cerise's left back tit and left arm tit... and fused. Maggy's torso was suddenly pulled in, which folded her lower back boob forward, which also seemed to inherit the lost mass of her torso as it ballooned in size! All three of her breasts started to lactate so violently they rivaled a garden hose! Her arms, shoulders, neck and head remained separate, and she desperately used those arms to rub her tits frantically, moaning in pleasure as she exploded milk!
They were not the only ones. Slowly, without even knowing what they were doing or why- all the transformed women started to wobble their way over to one another, and slowly they joined together, fusing their bodies into a single mass. Some of them kept their heads, some even kept their upper body, but some vanished entirely into the mass- leaving no identifiable features outside. Most of Cerise ended up joining the giant growing cluster of breasts, but the giant breast that was her head only expanded further as if stealing the mass from others that joined them- which sort of made her the centerpiece; the mouth of the monster. Breasts bloated fatter, getting stuck in rooms till they burst the walls and eventually the entire building! Teats and nipples so wide that if they were hollow you'd be able to ride a horse down the middle of it, crossing entire streets. The roads were literally flooded with a foot of milk everywhere in the kingdom. A small lake of milk was starting to form where it all pooled out in the farmland. Udders so big the width of a teat was the height of a shed- the veins on its surface alone as thick as telephone polls.
Buildings burst apart, or were rolled over and crushed by the unimaginable weight of tens of thousands of colossal breasts and udders- mammary flesh of all shapes and sizes and colors. The sky always had a rainbow in it now- from all the milk getting sprayed straight up into the air. Constantly moaning, writhing, trying to brush up against anything. To be touched, rubbed, squeezed, kneaded, nibbled! The entire kingdom was reduced to ruins, filled or crushed by soft, rubbery, bloated flesh.
The servant walked up to Cerise's mouth on the amalgam laying in the center of the capital. He held her hand the best he could. The nipple that had been her index finger was already too large for his hand to fit around, but he grabbed it anyway as the only part small enough to come close to holding. Her plush lips at the fore of the giant breast alone are large enough to swallow three men whole at the same time.
"Well, I am sorry mistress, but I have to go now. You are on your own I am afraid... there is nothing more I can do for you."
There was a gurgle from the breast and he let go of her finger just in time to avoid an eruption of milk from all five nipple-fingers as they inflated in size a fraction of a second before erupting.
"Mmf-ffuuuuuuck~ yesssss. O...okay... I... know. I am okay! F-feels sssso-ooOOHH MILK!" She squirt again. "I mean... boob- I mean...y-you know what I mean." She paused a moment. "I don't know how... but I have been here before."
"W-what?"
She laughed like a lunatic for a moment. "Forget it. Leave, hurry. Before I try to smother you in fat fucking titty kisses, muahaha~"
Even then he was hesitant to leave, but did. She is a strange monster that is equal parts beautiful and grotesque at the same time. Now she is every woman in the entire kingdom- or what has become of them anyway. Yet it is still clearly her inside there. She understands, she still thinks, she still feels- he does not want to abandon her, but there is nothing he can do for her at this point. Her existence is just pure, unending bliss. In this state she cannot even age- she will live forever like the Faelor amalgam is. She knows she is a monster and hates that she changed but loves every moment of it and forever hungers for still more pleasure- and continues to get more, eternally.
She has definitely seen this once before. But could not rid herself of the thoughts and dreams it inspired. The potion wiped her active memory of it- but it still haunted her dreams. It was so horrible, an abomination against nature, something that should not exist. Something that was so soft, and smooth, rubbery and warm, fat and delicious that she could not help but be jealous of. She wanted to hate it, should hate it- tried to teach others to hate it. But she loves it, every moment of it, for the rest of eternity.
-----
[center]1906 years ago[/center]
Titania emerged in the throne room from a wound in the fabric of reality that knit itself closed as soon as she exited it back into reality from the beyond. She is an unusually tall woman with very long and narrow ears. Her curly platinum blonde hair cascades the entire length of her body and spills across the floor at least a foot behind her. Her back is adorned with a pair of black, metallic cyan, and base magenta wings almost identical to a butterfly's wings. Her attire is nothing more than a sheet of silken cloth loosely tangled around her and pinned in place with a pearlescent seashell's long trailing spine. Her face is so beautiful people go hush in awe when they see her- able to stare into her face for hours without ever growing tired of puzzling over how something so beautiful is even capable of existing. Her eyes appear prismatic- glittering with a million different colors as if they were globes containing miniature universes.
The chancellor dashed up to her, having been leaning against her throne. "Titania! You return. I worry whenever you step out of reality, and you've been leaving for longer periods of time."
She smiled and pat him on the head. "I am well. I have found a way to perfect my beauty... though, it in itself is rather risky."
"B-b-but you are already beautiful?! Unquestionably so! There isn't a soul in all of Faelor who would say otherwise, even in jest!"
"I am, thank you." She let out a musical giggle. "I know it is so- but-" She cupped her C cup breasts. "There are women with far greater endowments than I."
"You'd risk your safety for a pair of... breasts?!"
Titania chewed her lip nervously. "I don't know just how risky it is... but, yea? I know. I know! I am beautiful, I am so close to PERFECT but I am not there yet. I am pretty but not perfect. I know it is SO greedy and stupid, and whatever else you want to call it but I cannot stand to have something SO close to being SO perfect- ESPECIALLY MY OWN BODY- and just leave it like that. I have to make it perfect... I have to."
"And if our queen blinks out of reality, never to return? What do I say to our people then? She died trying to make her bosom larger?"
Titania shrugged with a coy smile. "At least I will leave a beautiful corpse."
He buried his face in a palm. "No wonder Oberon already has grey hairs."
-----
[center]just a few years ago[/center]
Cerise gasped at the sight before her as the pyromancer's massive flame illuminated her surroundings. She stands in the ruins just outside of a giant white marble palace, held together with seams of gold. Only the front of the palace remains standing; the rest of the palace as well as all of the land behind it to the mountain where the barrier dome connects is a mountain of flesh. Thousands of years dormant, caught between a sweet dream and reality, since their world is perpetually dark in the barrier. Teats the size of guard towers, udders large enough to flatten an entire farm plot, breasts that could lactate a small lake worth of milk in a single day! Where the mammaries fused together in the seams could be seen faces and sometimes parts of bodies- all with blissful expressions, using whatever limbs they still possess to massage their own flesh.
In front of Cerise is a breast so big around that it equals a two floor home in height. It seems like it grew into this state while still inside of the building- because the breast itself is outside the front doors of the palace while the rest of the amalgam is on the other side- so the doorway pins it in place. The pastel pink areola holds not a nipple but a gargantuan pair of perfectly shaped, plump female lips of the same color. In front of the giant breast on the ground is a pearlescent crown made of anodized platinum; each tine on the top of the crown is capped with a diamond star.
Titania spoke up before Cerise could run. "I... I know what this must look like. This isn't wh-aaahhoo...OOOHYES-ss-aahrry, sorry!" A beam of milk arched up through the air from somewhere else on the amalgam, so massive that it cleared the roof of three ruined buildings before splashing to the ground! "It feels so good. S-so ooooh good, all the time. We are okay. I-I know this looks bad. I didn't mean to do anythuh- uugh... anything like this."
Cerise shook her head and started to back away, too afraid of the breast amalgam to even say anything in reply.
Titania hummed in pleasure as her people woke up from the foreign exposure to light, causing their shared body to jiggle, which triggered pleasure which caused them to lactate, which caused even more pleasure. "You wouldn't be-heeh-lieve how good this feels all the time. So perfect...so-OOOH- much bliss. Yours... could be bigger too." She hummed again in pleasure. "And milky ~"
Cerise's heart jumped when she felt her nipples harden against her will. She quickly turned and ran out of there faster than she had ever run in her life, and did not stop running till she was all the way back in Leiro.
Titania and the people of Faelor were once again cast in darkness, and the people started to settle back down into a half-waking half-sleeping state, trapped between sweet dreams and blissful pleasure.
Titania smiled to herself in the dark. "Don't you wish you had fat titties like mine? Come join me, I can... nnnngh, give this to you too ~" | STORY |
Welcome to the English Language Arts home page for secondary teachers, 8-12. You will find useful instructional and professional resources on this site.
Acquiring and deepening literacy skills should be joyful, meaningful and authentic for all students. Strong literacy skills and processes enhance the learning of students, across all ages and subjects. Through literacy, learners broaden their understanding of themselves, their communities, and their world.
The redesigned curriculum encourages teachers to embed an inquiry approach in their classes.
Inquiry is the mindset that students use to build their own knowledge and understanding through an active, open-minded exploration of a meaningful question, problem, or issue. Inquiry is considered to be a process where students:
• ask questions, conduct research, and produce some type of product to demonstrate their understanding (the product does not have to mark an end point and can be the starting point for further inquiry)
• actively engage in building knowledge and deeper understanding of key concepts
• employ disciplinary thinking to develop important skills, such as formulating good questions, planning inquiries, gathering and analyzing information, and communicating their findings
• explore challenging questions, problems, or issues that can be approached and answered in many different ways
Inquiry does not a follow a set process or program. Different authors and organizations have proposed many different models of inquiry. Further, inquiry does not mean that there are “no wrong answers” or that “anything goes.” Rather, it requires students to provide justification for their thinking, changing the discussion from “right or wrong” to “more or less justified.”
Inquiry can be more or less guided and structured depending on what teachers need students to learn or to demonstrate. Inquiry should be scaffolded to match the background knowledge and abilities of the students. (Ministry of Education)
This thought-provoking video shows the potential power of choice in ELA. | EDUCATION |
Set your students up to succeed with the strategic use of example sets
Imagine you are new to learning chemistry. Which of the following explanations would better help you understand what an element is?
Explanation 1: An element is a material made up of just one type of atom.
Explanation 2: Gold is an element (point to it on the periodic table). Oxygen is an element (again, point to it on the periodic table). Carbon dioxide is not an element (point to both carbon and oxygen on the periodic table). An element is made up of just one type of atom.
A novice should find the second explanation easier to grasp. This is because a definition is an abstract thing. It summarises something we already know, but as students don’t know it yet, the definition is harder to make sense of. Leading with examples helps them understand the idea, so the definition acts as a summary of that idea.
In a book on the theory of instruction, the authors describe how students learn in two ways: they can learn a quality or idea from a set of examples, and they can generalise this new idea beyond the examples. Being exposed to many examples of a particular concept gives students a fuller appreciation of a topic, but it’s also how they go about forming their understanding in the first place.
To teach in this way, we need example sets for each idea. To teach the concept of red, for example, we should show a huge group of varying objects demonstrating different shades of red, flagging each as being red. We must vary the object so students know that red isn’t an idea associated with one object alone. We would also include non-examples to show where the concept ends – things in shades of purple and orange that are not red, for example.
Here are some tips to help you effectively construct example sets.
1. Work with colleagues
Clarify the route you’ll take to construct your example sets by considering multiple views on the next logical example.
2. Be realistic
There’s no perfect set, so don’t try to create one. There will always be multiple excellent example sets for every idea.
3. Keep it simple
To begin with, just use the examples and try not to overteach by explaining every feature of them. Allow students to make the intended inferences.
4. Choose wisely
For example, He would be a poor first example for calculating the numbers of protons, electrons and neutrons since they are all 2 (even though the numbers are simple). Li would be a better example but is less concrete for students as they might not have heard of it, so you might think Al is even better.
5. Think like a student
Consider what incorrect inferences you could make from your illustrations. So, in the He example, a student’s first inference could be that they’re all the bottom number, which is wrong, so start somewhere different.
6. Use non-examples
You can use non-examples to reveal limits. This is especially relevant at the very boundary of an idea, such as adding a different atom into a pure substance makes it impure.
7. Check for understanding
Seek constant feedback via additional scenarios with the question sets to check students are making the correct inferences.
8. Mix up representations
This is particularly pertinent in chemistry. For example, when teaching mixtures, we don’t want students to infer that a mixture is ‘when the circles are different’. We must show mixtures as particle diagrams with circles, but also replace the circles with chemical formulas drawn out, spread throughout a beaker, and represented in as many other ways as possible.
Use students’ prior knowledge to define whether they should start with examples or definitions. If they don’t have the relevant prior knowledge, definitions won’t make sense and examples will be the most efficient route to understanding. But if students do have prior knowledge, leading with a definition could be more efficient. | EDUCATION |
Subject-verb agreement is an essential grammatical concept that is taught to students in their secondary education. It is a crucial component of effective communication and can affect the meaning and clarity of a sentence.
One of the common ways to test a student`s understanding of subject-verb agreement is through Multiple Choice Questions (MCQs). These MCQs are an effective tool to assess the students` ability to identify the correct verb form that agrees with the subject in a given sentence.
For Class 10 students, MCQs on subject-verb agreement will test their mastery of the following concepts:
1. Identifying the subject and the verb in a sentence
Before attempting any MCQ on subject-verb agreement, it is crucial for students to understand how to identify the subject and the verb in a sentence. The subject is the noun or pronoun that the sentence is referring to, while the verb is the action or state of being that the subject is doing or being.
2. Agreement in number
The verb in a sentence must agree with the number of the subject. If the subject is singular, the verb must be in the singular form. If the subject is plural, the verb must be in the plural form. For example, “The cat sits on the mat,” where “cat” is singular and “sits” is the singular verb form.
3. Identifying collective nouns
Collective nouns refer to groups of people or things. They can be singular or plural, depending on the context of the sentence. When a collective noun refers to a group acting as a single entity, it takes a singular verb. When a collective noun refers to the individuals within the group, it takes a plural verb. For example, “The team is playing well,” where “team” is acting as a single entity and takes a singular verb form.
4. Agreement with indefinite pronouns
Indefinite pronouns refer to people or things in a general or non-specific way. When a sentence uses an indefinite pronoun as the subject, the verb must agree with the number of the noun or pronoun it represents. For example, “Someone has left their bag behind,” where “someone” is singular, but “their” is plural.
In conclusion, MCQs on subject-verb agreement are an essential tool for assessing a student`s understanding of this crucial grammatical concept. It is essential for Class 10 students to master these concepts as they will be useful in their future communication and writing skills. By understanding the importance of subject-verb agreement, students can communicate their ideas and thoughts effectively and accurately. | EDUCATION |
This is the second page where we look at questions such as:
‘How many sixths make two and a half?’
Children need to know that there are six sixths in one whole one and also need to understand equivalent fractions and that a half is equivalent to three sixths.
Many children fail to grasp this in primary school, probably because they have never really got to grips with equivalent fractions and it might be necessary to go back and practice this first before attempting these questions.
How many fractions make…(pg 2)
Here is another page where the remainders from division are written as fractions. Children need a good knowledge of tables to work out the division ‘in their heads’ and this is probably best suited to Year 4, aged8/9+ years old.
The remainder goes on the top line (numerator) and the bottom number (denominator) is the number you have divided by.
This is a much neater finish to the question as the whole number is divided completely, with no messy remainders. Some of the fractions could be cancelled down to their simplest form, although this is not essential at this stage.
Division with fraction remainders (pg 2)
Several different sets of skills and knowledge needed for these questions. Firstly knowledge of measurements eg that there are 1000 metres in a kilometre, 1000 ml in a litre etc, as well as a couple of Imperial measures thrown in as an extra challenge.
Continue reading “Year 6 Maths: Fractions”
Here we have some quite tricky questions on fractions, suitable for Year 6. The key to these is to think carefully about how many parts or fractions of a number make one whole one and to understand equivalent fractions.
Understanding equivalent fractions is the key to understanding fractions generally and it is a good start to know that ten tenths make one whole one, as do six sixths etc.
How many fractions make…. (pg 1)
Year 5 Maths Worksheet: relate fractions and division
Only six questions on this worksheet, but plenty of important concepts. Firstly, that division can be represented as a fraction, and, of course, a fraction can be thought of as a division.
Secondly, an improper fraction (where the top number is larger than the bottom number) can be shown as a mixed number (a whole number and a proper fraction). This can be done by dividing the numerator (top number) by the denominator (bottom number) to find the whole part with the remainder being the numerator of the new fraction. The denominator remains the same.
Relate division and fractions (pg 2 )
Reading and writing fractions remain a bit of a mystery for many children, but our cunning foxes can help. This worksheet looks at how to read and write fractions from halves to tenths using numbers or words. As well as reading a fraction such as 1/3 as one third, it can also be read as a division sum: 1 divided by 3, or 1 divided into 3 equal parts, but this comes a little later.
These pages can be found in our Year 4 section, under Counting and Numbers.
Writing fractions in words or numbers
Once the idea of equivalent fractions has been understood it becomes possible to compare two fractions to see which is the larger. The first thing to remember is that the larger the number on the bottom of the fraction, the smaller each part of the fraction is. So 4/100 is much smaller than 4/25.
Now this is also easy if the bottom number (denominator) is the same in each fraction eg 1/5 is smaller than 3/5.
The difficulty comes when the numbers are not the same. How do you compare 3/5 with 7/10?
The easiest way is to make the bottom number of each fraction the same, and in the case above this will mean converting the 3/5 into tenths. We can do this by multiplying the 5 by 2 to make 10 and we have to do the same with the top number, multiplying the 3 by 2. In this way 3/5 can be converted to 6/10.
3/5 and 6/10 are equal, or equivalent.
It is now easy to see that 6/10 is smaller than 7/10, so 3/5 must also be smaller than 7/10. Job done!
Later it will become harder to convert so that the denominators are the same; sometimes you have to multiply both fractions by different numbers, but this comes later! At the moment it is important to get the basics correct.
Equivalent fractions: comparing
One of the hardest ideas to get over to children is equivalent fractions, but it is one of the most vital. These pages look at some of the easier equivalence, using sixths, eighths and tenths and relating them to halves. It is a good idea to have as much practical work as possible, either shading in or cutting into pieces. The aim is for the child to see a developing pattern of numbers: if the numerator doubles and the denominator also doubles then the fractions will remain equal. Tricky, as children are unused to the idea of different numbers being equal to each other.
These pages can be found in our Year 4 resources, under Counting and Number.
Fractions equal to a half
This worksheet looks at the relationship between fractions and division. It is important that children understand that finding one half of a number is equivalent to dividing by 2, that finding one quarter of a number is the same as dividing the number by 4 and to find one fifth is equivalent to dividing by 5. Plenty of practice is needed with this before children go on to find, for example, two fifths, or three fifths of numbers.
Most of these questions should be calculated mentally, although rough jottings may help. It might be a help to remember that finding a quarter of a number can be found by halving and then halving again. A fifth can be found by dividing by ten and doubling the answer, although if the number is not divisible by 10 it might be easier to do a quick pencil and paper calculation.
Find fractions of numbers (p2)
Here we have some more work on understanding equivalence in fractions.
The first question looks at simple equivalence between halves, fifths, tenths etc and asks which fractions are less than a half. The quick way to work this out is to see if the top number (numerator) is less than double the bottom number (denominator) – if it is then it is less than one half.
The second question requires an understanding that a fraction such as four fifths can be changed to an equivalent fraction such as eight tenths by multiplying both the numerator and denominator by the same number (in this case 2, but it will not always be 2). All the fractions need to be changed to the same denominator which in this case would be 30.
The other questions are all aimed at improving understanding of equivalence.
More ordering fractions | EDUCATION |
In 1830 Congress, urged on by President Andrew Jackson, passed the Indian Removal Act which gave the federal government the power to relocate any Native Americans in the east to territory that was west of the Mississippi River. Though the Native Americans were to be compensated, this was not always done fairly and in some cases led to the further destruction of many of the already diminishing numbers of many of the eastern tribes.
The Cherokee Nation was allocated land in Georgia as a result of the 1791 treaty with the U.S. Government. In 1828, not only did whites for settlement purposes desire their land, but gold was discovered. Georgia tried to reclaim this land in 1830, but the Cherokee protested and took the case to the U.S. Supreme Court. The Court decided in favor of the Cherokee, however, the President and Congress forced the Native Americans to give up their land. 1838 called in federal troops in to “escort” approximately 15,000 Cherokee people to their new home in Indian Territory. On the way, approx. 1/3 of the Cherokee people died. This event, known to the Cherokee as “The Trail Where They Cried”, is better known as the Trail of Tears in U.S. History textbooks.
Students will compare official documentation of Cherokee land holdings before colonization through the mid 19th century to determine the impact of European settlement on the Cherokee people. Students will explore oral histories and visual evidence to determine the impact of the Trail of Tears on the Cherokee Culture.
Compare the following maps that illustrate the land holdings of the Cherokee people at specific times in history and answer the question on your activity sheet.
Based on the maps, what observations can you make about the extent of Cherokee lands from the time period before European colonization through the mid 19th century? What do you think are possible reasons for the changes?
Briefly scan Andrew Jackson’s 7th Annual Message to Congress regarding Indian Removal. On you activity sheet, find at least 3 examples of how Jackson “justifies” the Indian Removal Act.
Next, explore the general effect of the Indian Removal Act on eastern Native American tribes, as well as the background to the Trail of Tears. On your activity sheet, how is the removal of the Cherokee people different from other eastern tribes?
Read the oral history of Samuel, regarding his memories of the Trail of Tears. On your activity sheet, take notes about specific things that happened on the Trail of Tears that he remembers. Also, speculate as to some of the possible long-term effects of this action on the Cherokee people. (List at least 4)
Now, examine the following painting that illustrates the Cherokee people on their way to Indian Territory. On your activity sheet, list at least 5 things that this painting shows about their experience.
Think about the official and unofficial reasons that the United States Government had for not only passing the Indian Removal Act in 1830, but also forcing the removal of the Cherokee people to Indian Territory, even though it was against a Supreme Court decision. Remember that the majority of the American people at the time viewed Native Americans as uncivilized and savage. Also, keep in mind that the decision of the Supreme Court of the United States was ignored in the case of the Cherokee people. In addition consider the consequences of these actions on the Cherokee nation, including the Trail of Tears.
Imagine that it is 1938, the 100 year anniversary of the Trail of Tears. Time Magazine has decided to re-examine the event and the actions of the United States government. You are a reporter that has been hired to write an article based on the following question.
Was the United States Government justified in it actions regarding the Indian Removal Act and the Trail of Tears?
Use specific examples from the maps, documents, timeline, Samuel’s story and the painting to write your article. The article should be at least 6 paragraphs and should include an introduction and a conclusion. | EDUCATION |
That summer had been the longest one so far, and it was finally going to end. I was finally going to be at Hogwarts, away from this mess of a home. I push my food round my plate, taking unenthusiastic bites. Sirius chews noisily, which gets us both a sharp glare. A kick, that had probably been directed at Sirius, makes contact with my shin and I yell. Mother hisses, "Ophelia Juliet, calm down."
"Yes mum," I grimace through gritted teeth. Mother sends us all to bed, refusing to give us dessert. Sirius races me up the stairs, shoving me into the wall to try beat me. I scramble after him, yanking his foot out from under him, and jumping over him. There's a thud as we all reach the top of the stairs, and I spin round to stare at Regulus. His nose is bleeding, and he's got a cut lip. Not from me, surely. No, when I jumped, he'd ducked, smashing his face into the top step. I gasp, grabbing him close to me, but it's too late. Mother stands at the bottom of the stairs, and yells, "OPHELIA JULIET, GET HERE RIGHT NOW."
"Mum," Reggie winces, "I'm okay, I promise."
That doesn't satisfy Mother, who storms up the stairs. She grabs my wrist, and shoves me out the way, looking at Regulus. I pause, my heart thudding as she inspects Regulus. Then, Mother turns to me. She raises her hand, and slaps me sharply across the face, sending me stumbling back into the wall. Sirius ushers Regulus into their respective bedrooms as Mother drags me up from the floor, and into her study. She spits, "What have I told you about acting like a fool, especially on the stairs?"
"I didn't mean to!" I plead, scrambling to my feet, "I really didn't. It was an accident, I promise. I'll stop doing it."
"Lacero," Mother snaps, her voice cold. I feel a sharp burst of pain on my thigh, and I groan, leaning my head on the wall. Mother grabs me to my feet, and snaps, "Go to your bedroom, and do not try anything funny."
"I wasn't trying to be funny earlier-"
Mother slaps me round the back of my head, and I hiss, "Sorry."
Once in my bedroom, I wrap a bandage tightly round my thigh. There's three sharp knocks on my door, and Sirius creeps in. I turn to him, and smile slightly. He's got a big bar of chocolate for the two of us to share. We climb into my bed, and Sirius snaps off half the bar. He hands it to me, and asks, "What did she do then?"
"Down my thigh," I run my finger where it should be under my pyjamas, "Only that. Hit me twice, but other than that, I'm fine. Is Reggie okay?"
Sirius nods, and sighs, "He's fine now. Mum went in and fixed his face. He wasn't even in that much pain, and he says he forgives you."
"That's good," I shrug. I lick the chocolate off my fingers, just as Mother screams, "SIRIUS ORION BLACK, GET HERE RIGHT NOW."
"It's like that's the only thing she knows how to say," Sirius rolls his eyes as he jumps out of my bed, "Honestly, she said that exact thing to you just ten minutes ago-"
"SIRIUS!"
The door to my bedroom swings open, and Mother walks in, her eyes blazing with fury. I groan as she drags us both over to the wall, and shoves us against it. Sirius runs his hand through his hair, fidgeting uncomfortably. Whenever he is scared, he tries not to let people see. I've never not been able to tell though. He gets more fidgety than usual, which makes Mother angrier. I watch as Mother grabs her wand, and shoves it in our direction. She snaps, "I told you to go to your bedroom, Ophelia Juliet."
"And I did!" I protest, "This is my bedroom, is it not?"
That wasn't the right thing to say. Mother is halfway through snapping a word, when Sirius interrupts, "This is my fault! I came into Ophi's room, when she didn't want me to be here."
"Her name is Ophelia Juliet," Mother snaps, "If we wanted her to be called something different, we would have named her differently."
"But I don't see why she got two first names," Sirius argues, "Just make Juliet her middle name."
I look between them, and wince as Mother slaps Sirius. He knocks into me, and I hold him up until he regains his stability. I blink back desperate tears as Mother hisses, "Sirius. Go to your room, and I will be with you in just a second."
Sirius holds his head up furiously, and storms out the room. My jaw twitches ever so slightly as Mother regards me. She moves my face to look at her, and inspects me. I wince as she sighs, "You have so much potential. Don't waste it by associating with the likes of muggles."
"I wont, Mum," I wince again as she drops her hand from my face. She stalks out the room, and into the next door. Sirius's room.
She slams the door, and I click mine shut. Tomorrow is the day all of my teaching will finally be recognised. When I'll join Bella and Cissa as a Slytherin, and I'll do what is right for my family. I'll get good OWLs, twelve if I can, get good NEWTs, and have children. Then, the cycle repeats. I look down at my trunk, which sits all locked up. Anything that hasn't been packed wont be going to Hogwarts. Mother made sure I knew while I was packing. It was hard to ignore her yelling anyway. There's a yell from Sirius's room, and I hear Mother storm out the room. After a particularly bad run in with Mother's wand, Sirius developed a way to make sure I knew he was okay. I creep over to the corner of the room, and pull back the picture. Nobody had noticed that Sirius had gotten the house to make itself have a huge hole in the wall. I peer my head through it, and ask, "You alright, Siri?"
"I'm fine," Sirius shrugs, limping over to the hole. He sighs, "Mother wasn't very happy, Ophelia Juliet."
"Leave me alone about that," I smile, "See you in the morning, yeah?"
| STORY |
As usual, Heapz heard his roomie approach the front door before he saw them; wasn’t easy to miss, given they lived on the fourth floor and the elevator had been out of order for quite some time already. It made for one hell of a climb, and they’d be lying if they said they’d gotten used to it, but at least they could earmark it as their daily exercise; after all, it was four floors worth of flights of stairs, certainly more than most people went through in a regular day… or so they kept telling themselves.
However, that day was slightly different. With his fine-tuned hearing for that sort of thing, Heapz immediately picked up on the fact that the fennec approaching the front door was carrying something other than his backpack, something made of rustling plastic with several metallic objects clanking about inside of it, which could only mean one thing: soda. The hippo never quite knew why exactly he had such a viscerally positive reaction to the mere idea of having a fizzy drink, but if there was one thing that always brightened up his and Gobs’ day, it was being able to sit back, crack open a soda can, and down both it and a couple dozen more while watching whatever random movie their shuffle function gave them. The only thing better than that was somehow incorporating it into a video game drinking contest that inevitably ended in the two deliberately trying to lose in order to be “forced” to down a whole can.
Just like Heapz expected, the first thing he saw when his fennec roomie turned the key and squeezed his way into the apartment was an exceedingly large plastic bag slung over his elbow, the many bulges poking out of it betraying just how much money was spent on an ungodly amount of soda. Heapz didn’t usually buy that much, especially considering they still had plenty in the fridge, which made the hippo think that something else was up; had his friend been planning something and somehow managed to sneak that past him? Because the vulpine really wasn’t that good at hiding secrets from him… or at least he assumed they weren’t; maybe everything up until that point had been one long con to lull him into a false sense of security.
“Bro, check this out,” Gobs called out, dropping the bag on the ground right in front of where the hippo was sitting; from within, dozens of metallic cans began to spill out, truly a marvel of engineering and space management, “I went to Z-Mart before coming home and they were just giving these out! Something about a marketing campaign or whatever, all we have to do is fill out a form and send it back to them once we’re done and they won’t charge us a dime!”
“Charge us a dime for what?” was Heapz’ retort, happy at least that he hadn’t been bamboozled and the sudden gift of soda had been a flight of fancy on the fennec’s part. He picked up one of the cans, squinting as he tried to make out the purple lettering marked out against a black background, barely able to read anything at all apart from the odd, cog-shaped logo on one of the sides, “What’s this supposed to be, some kind of sports drink or something?”
“Bro, do you think I care? Free soda!” the fennec declared, bending down to pick one up before throwing himself onto the couch, “Ain’t gonna say no to free soda.”
Flawless logic if Heapz had ever heard it. Just as the fennec was getting comfortable wiggling his wide ass into place, so too did the hippo go down to grab a drink of his own, having at least the decency required to take the whole bag and drop it onto the table they kept in between the couch and the TV; more than enough space to use and just close enough that they wouldn’t have to risk tumbling onto the floor whenever they wanted to get a refill, plus it gave Heapz the opportunity to sit back down on the other side of the sofa, for the sake of comfort.
At first, things didn’t seem to be going that much differently than usual. It wouldn’t be the first time that either of them had brought a large amount of fizzy drinks back home to be drunk in a capricious act of self-indulgent consumption, and as far as they were aware, it wouldn’t be the last; their fridge alone was proof positive of this, given just how much of it was occupied by a variety of different brands of soda that they cycled through whenever they wanted a different taste for change. Thus, just like every other time, neither of the two thought twice before cracking open can after can, downing their contents in just a handful of gulps with the sort of ease and expertise that could only really be gained through years of practice; assuming that things proceeded as they usually did, and there was no reason to think otherwise, they would go through the whole bag, give it a grade based on their super-scientific and not at all random and subjective scoring system, and then earmark the brand for “later” purchase. Within three days at best, they’d need to shuffle the insides of their fridge just to make room for even more soda.
However, what they were drinking turned out to have a few more surprises than they expected, chief among which was the taste and the “kick”. Being as used to drinking liquid carbonation as they were, both Heapz and Gobs were more than capable of downing truly staggering amounts without having to stop to breathe or even make room; if need be, all they had to do was burp in order to empty out some space just so they could shove more soda in there. The unfortunate consequence to this was the flavour itself was often the least important part of the experience, what with their taste buds being so overloaded on a constant basis that most of the subtler notes eluded them; they were both fully aware that they couldn’t really experience it the way they usually did, but then again, the whole point of drinking such vast quantities of soda as they did was just to satiate a habit.
Thus, it was with no end of surprise that the two roomies found the new drink to be… sweet. Just sweet, really, nothing special to them, but surely if they were feeling it, then the drink itself had to be one of the most sugary ones the two of them had tried to date; even better, the taste seemed to get better and more pronounced the more cans they downed, until they were actually slowing down in order to appreciate the flavour, something neither of them had done in months by that point.
Truth be told, some part of them was legitimately worried that they might just be giving themselves some kind of sugar poisoning with how strong the taste was, but it was that exact same sweetness that made it irresistible to begin with. Why even bother themselves with the damage they were doing to their bodies when just indulging in the sudden infusion of flavour was a far better use of their time? Best if they just ignored those thoughts completely and kept downing can after can, from a bag that, for whatever reason, seemed to contain far more of the stuff than it really should; by all means, considering the amount of junk on the ground, they should’ve gone through the whole supply, and yet more soda just kept appearing from the plastic depths. Again, neither Heapz nor Gobs really bothered themselves with this; if it worked, it worked.
And neither did they bother themselves with the effect the soda was having on their bodies; why should they, when it was delicious and they could focus on that instead? At no point did they look down, observing how their shirts were riding up their rotund bellies even more than they used to, as their spherical guts seemed to protrude outward significantly more than they normally did, to the point where they wouldn’t be able to see their toes even if they were trying. It was almost like a perceptual filter, where their eyes themselves were aware and relaying the information, yet their brains refused to process it properly, keeping the two roomies in a state of blissful ignorance that, at some point, they consciously chose to remain in; after all, the drinks were amazing and cost absolutely nothing, so why look a gift horse in the mouth?
The answer to that question lay somewhere in the same ballpark of the explanation for all that groaning they were hearing, that being the couch starting to complain about the additional weight it was being forced to hold up; this was quite the achievement, given that those two weren’t exactly the lightest people to begin with, hence why the upholstery was reinforced and supposedly designed to withstand extra-large, plus-size individuals without so much as a peep. Still, even something like that had its limits, and as Gobs and Heapz kept drinking their bloating drink without any regard for anything beyond their own enjoyment, they quickly approached their seat’s limits, with the sounds coming from the TV eventually being overpowered by the ones coming from below their fat and fattening asses. Even then, neither of the two cared enough to really pay attention to it, though at that point it was less because they didn’t truly notice it and far more a deliberate decision not to rock the boat too much, lest they be forced to face the reality of their situation: they were growing.
Or bloating, to be more precise, inflating if one wanted to take into account the fact that most of what they were being given was little more than gas from all the carbonated beverages they had so irresponsibly guzzled down; oddly enough, they didn’t feel any lighter, nor any heavier, at least for the time being, which served to give them that last boost needed to keep ignoring what was happening. This was, however, nothing but a desperate last move on their part, as their brains would eventually be forced to recognize what was happening beneath them, and once they did, there’d be no turning back from there; other, saner minds might’ve used that as an opportunity to try and stop whatever was happening, but when it came to the hippo and the fennec roommates, any opportunity to indulge in their guts growing even rounder was one to be exploited to the utmost, regardless of the consequences. Did it mean potentially breaking the couch? Absolutely. Was it reversible? Fuck if they knew. But was it good?
Oh, it was good. And they weren’t about to let go of it.
A short sideways glance was all it took for Heapz and Gobs to confirm that they were, indeed, experiencing what they thought they were, with a nod letting the other know that they weren’t simply imagining things; whatever was in those drinks was making them bloat outwards like a balloon, and for whatever reason their bodies weren’t popping despite the increasingly obvious pressure pushing on them from within. Oddly enough, they didn’t seem to have any trouble getting more soda from the bag, though they never quite seemed to reach that bag to begin with; rather, they moved their arms towards it, failed to clear half of their rotund bellies, and then pulled them back with a can in hand. At no point did they question why this was, nor how this was possible, but they weren’t about to complain when it worked so well into their plans.
If they could even be called plans, as opposed to a whim that simply grew out of control. They had their buttons pushed and now they weren’t going to stop, and that was all they could think of; luckily for them, they must’ve had someone looking over them and seriously approving of what they were trying to accomplish, because after a while they didn’t even need to bend down or try to reach for more drinks for them to simply appear in their hands. Granted, by that point, neither of them was in any rush to actually drink anything at all, given that their bodies still had plenty of backlog to go through… but, at the same time, things were never quite as simple as “needing” something or having an actual requirement for it; they did things because it felt good, and never quite went beyond this most primal of motivations. Drinking soda made their brains produce the happy juice, so they just kept drinking.
The effects were predictable, if not necessarily containable or even remotely convenient. The roomies’ sofa was the first thing to go, with even its reinforced structure unable to handle the increase in weight before snapping in half and ending up regurgitating its contents onto the floor: stuffing, springs, bits of wood, all of it mangled and in a disorganized heap that, under other circumstances, might’ve been a warning sign that the people responsible should stop. For the two roomies however, it was just the first step in their not-plan to thoroughly break through whatever limitations their minds still imposed on them: first the couch, and then literally everything else!
This was made significantly easier by the fact that their bodies seemed perfectly adapted to clear through upholstery without getting so much as a scratch on them, quite the feat given the myriad of sharp bits of metal poking out from most of the ruined sofa. In fact, they could actually feel the springs trying to push into them, but despite their body composition being increasingly made up of fizzy gas, the clearly sharpened ends just couldn’t puncture them; like a balloon composed of extremely stretchy rubber, their physical forms had somehow been upgraded to be impervious to harm… or at least as close to it as they could be, as far as either of them cared. Truth be told, they might very well be just as vulnerable as they’d always been and everything they were experiencing was just an hallucination brought about by an excess of sugar in their system, but even if that were true, why should they care?
It was far easier to go with the flow and give their bodies the freedom they needed to truly explore their limits, if such things even existed at all. As far as either of them were aware, being big and round by default didn’t mean that they could turn into living gas canisters, and yet their heads were already dangerously close to the ceiling and their sides were pressing against each other so much that it was a wonder they hadn’t been sent careening off in opposite directions, rolling around until they were as helpless as a turtle flipped onto its back. Perhaps it was because they were destined to keep drinking, and as such needed to be in a position to do so, thus leading to both of them simply occupying more and more space in their shared living room while never quite leaving their sitting position, growing into separate halves as each gulp they took added inches onto their already immense rotundness.
They were, in many respects, turning into perfect spheres; though their arms still stuck out enough from their upper body that they could move them around with only minor difficulty, getting up and walking from place to place was already out of the question after their roundness began to overtake their legs; thankfully, they could still open their mouths just fine, which was of course critical for their mission of consuming as much of the soda as they could. That they were rapidly approaching the size limit for their apartment didn’t strike them as altogether important, nor did the increasingly loud groaning coming from the structural frame all around them; they might be mostly fizzy drink, but they were still heavy, and judging from the way their apartment was complaining about it, they were most likely due for some heavy-duty demolition sooner rather than later, unless they did something about it… so, obviously, they just kept drinking without a care in the world, because why should they stop when clearly the universe wanted them to keep going?
If reality wished for them to stop, then maybe it should’ve thought twice before allowing their bodies to grow big and swollen with each can of drink they consumed; hell, considering they were still drinking from the bag even when they cleared enough stock to take up an entire shelf at a grocery store, then this clearly meant that the cosmos had some kind of plan for them that included them binging on that sweet, somehow sweetening drink until they couldn’t take any more of it. This was a hefty goal to set, seeing as the taste was only getting better the more they savoured it; rather than their taste buds developing a tolerance for the stuff like they usually did, Gobs and Heapz found that the more they guzzled down, the more the flavour intensified, until each can was less of a filling drink and far more the liquid nectar of the gods themselves. Just, well, with a lot more inflationary capabilities than most holy texts gave it credit for.
As for their neighbors, they would soon be dealing with something they presumably never thought to even think about: their ceilings and floors collapsing downwards and being pushed upwards, respectively, as the two roommates, insatiable in their desire to keep drinking, no longer fit into just one apartment. With most of their body mass now focused entirely on their gigantic guts, it was really only a matter of time before something budged, and that something ended up being the building itself; it shouldn’t have been, not with them still being as soft as ever, but if the universe had seen fit to give them the ability to grow unimpeded like that, then clearly it wasn’t going to stop because there were walls in the way. The pair of slackers were vaguely aware of what was happening around them, with screams and shrieks accompanying their invasion of others’ homes; caught by surprise, the other tenants in the building had nowhere to go but outside, running away from the sudden intrusion of two soft and very round… whatever those things were, no one was about to hang around for long enough to check.
Thus, with nothing there to hold them in check, and no one to worry about hurting, there remained absolutely no reason for either the hippo or the fennec to truly hold back anymore. It was only after they came to this conclusion that they “realized” they’d been holding back up until then, if such a thing was even possible to say; maybe it was a subconscious understanding that there were other people in the way, or some other competing cosmic force trying to hold them back, either option was equally likely at that point in time. What mattered was that the two of them were aware of it, and being so, they could work towards fixing that issue: by deploying their ultra-secret, patented double-drinking technique.
Truth be told, it was just something they did for when they were so completely lost in their binging that they lost all sense of shame; either that or they were throwing (or participating in) a party and it had reached that point where everyone there was contact drunk and ready to make bad decisions. Regardless of the reason why, the end result was always the same: the two guys would progress from merely downing one bottle of drink every couple of seconds, to throwing two of them down their throats at the exact same time, doubling their intake rate and making damned sure that whatever process was transforming them into overbloated, gigantic versions of themselves was stacked exponentially. That this resulted in the two of them breaking straight through most of the apartments around them was altogether completely expected, and indeed one could make the argument that it was the whole point of Heapz and Gobs abusing their soda-materializing power; what was unexpected was just how quickly it happened, and how easily they broke through their old residential building like it was made out of wet tissue paper.
The crowd gathered outside (what remained of) the building was granted front row seats to the biggest show their world had ever seen, at least in the minds of those responsible for it. For the fennec and hippo, nothing could truly ever be better than the sight of their bodies, titanic and rotund in equal measure, bursting forth from within the ruined remnants of what used to be their home, immense and round and stuffed and just about ready to pop if only they weren’t such perfect specimens that they would never reach such macabre limits. No, they would keep growing for as long as they damn well pleased, even if it meant becoming larger than anything and everything around them, a thought that made them about as excited as it did aroused; for everyone else though, the utter destruction wrought by the pair was nothing if not disastrous and calamitous, enough that many were calling the police in the vain hope that it would do something to help contain the greed of those two burgeoning giants.
It wouldn’t though. No matter how many people shouted at them, threatened them, even pointed guns and fired at them, nothing really stuck with Heapz and Gobs, nothing but their own internal motivation: drinking more to get even bigger. That was the only thing they could think of, and therefore the only thing that truly mattered in their lives; if anyone else had a problem with that, they were more than welcome to get in line in order to be ignored by their new gods, for no prayers would be heard that wouldn’t have to do with making them even larger, or enabling them to do so without being impeded. Both the fennec and hippo were blissfully unaware of the reason for this, and for a very good reason; what would a mortal mind think, after all, if it was allowed to know that it was being blessed by a divine entity, blessed to do something that it wasn’t typically allowed to do? If both roomies were already possessed of a sense of self-importance as inflated as their own building-sized bodies were, goodness knew where they’d end up if they knew their journey was blessed by the gods themselves; they’d probably start demanding tribute!
Not that they were far away from it anyway. Hell, the only reason those two weren’t demanding that the people around them find something to help sate their thirst was because they could do so themselves; despite being so massive that they literally broke through the entire apartment block they used to live in, despite their old apartment being naught but rubble somewhere on their swollen guts, they still managed to produce soda cans from absolutely nowhere. All they had to do was stretch out their arms, open their hands, and suddenly, as soon as they blinked, their empty palms would be holding onto yet another metallic container full of the delicious drink, a gesture they had perfected to the point where they could perform it, empty the liquid contents of two of those things at once, and then repeat the process in under three seconds. Was it excessive? Absolutely, and neither of the two roommates would say otherwise. But was it right and deserved? Oh, even more so, as far as they cared; none else but them had unlocked these particular secrets of the universe, so clearly, if they could duplicate their favourite drink, they should do so as much as they could.
Far above them, looking down at her two newest playthings, the one responsible for their exponential explosion giggled as she had a drink of her own. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined it to be possible for something as dumb as that plan of hers to actually work, and yet there it was, clear as day and going far better than she could’ve ever anticipated. And all of her divine peers told her she was insane to think that something like a soda could help a mere mortal ascend to the ranks of divinity; they all laughed and poked fun at such an absurd idea, but who was laughing now? Certainly not them, worried as they were about the potentially two new gods being birthed through Big Z’s actions, all while Big Z herself did nothing but lounge about staring at her divination orb and congratulating herself on a job well done.
None of this would filter down to Gobs or Heapz however, not while they were too busy with their ascension to really think about anything else. Things had taken a turn for the mechanical, in a way, with everything they did being reduced to the exact same sequence of events: extend arm, “collect” soda, bring arm back, empty can, repeat. One after another, their stomachs were filled to the breaking point and beyond every half-second or so, their endless swelling matched only by the destructive force of their bodies’ expansion; one would’ve expected concrete and steel to hold them back, but they cracked and bent just as easily as paper would crumble the moment either of the two roommates pushed against them. Entire buildings were consumed by their endless growth, and no matter how much anyone tried to stop them, nothing seemed to work: firearms were useless, barricades were simply upturned and flattened, even vehicle roadblocks accomplished very little but create fire hazards whenever fuel tanks were popped like, well… soda cans. The whole city was at the mercy of those two, and there was nothing anyone could do about that.
This much the roomies knew, and this much made them enjoy their self-indulgent orgy of consumption even more than they already were. It started off as a kind of detached self-awareness, a realization their brains had subconsciously made that had yet to snake its way into the forefront of their minds, but very clearly was in the back waiting to be deployed. It was only after they opened their eyes and noticed their field of view was several dozen feet up in the air compared to when they were usually outdoors that they did the math and everything clicked into place; however, rather than stopping, or even bothering to slow down for a bit after having obviously achieved something that most mortals would never dream of, both the fennec and the hippo collectively decided there should only be one way forward: bigger. No ifs, ands or buts about it, if they were already that massive, then they could only ever get more enormous, at least until the sodas they were materializing ran out… if they ran out. Well, one if at least.
From there, it was surprisingly easy to allow the slow, dawning realization to take over their conscious selves, with each inch of their engorged frames being burned into their cerebral cortex as a way of heightening the sensations they were already experiencing. It didn’t strike them as odd that they were basically unable to move without triggering a cascade of sensations that made it difficult to keep it in their pants, nor did they find it at all strange that they could only really see the tops of buildings from where they sat, and even then only if they strained their necks to look down; with the kind of bodies they had, massively inflated and mostly spherical, doing anything other than staring directly ahead at the endless cavalcade of soda cans was far more effort than it was worth. After all, they already knew they were giants, so why bother confirming it again?
The same couldn’t be said for everyone else around them, who were effectively forced to evacuate the downtown area before it was completely consumed by two seemingly unstoppable giants. Emergency services were directed to get everyone out of the epicenter of the disaster, and after it was more than proven that firing guns at the two titans didn’t really do anything, police forces gathered on the scene focused on directing civilians as far away from danger as possible. It wasn’t easy, given the sheer scale of the destruction; one moment the evacuation efforts had a couple of city blocks in between them and those two spheres, and in the next the buildings they were using as cover began to tremble, quake and crumble for a few seconds before a rotund belly pushed out from behind them, triggering a mass panic. This repeated itself throughout the city so many times that it was a wonder no one got hurt in the process; Big Z made sure to keep it this way, as she had no intention of actually bringing harm to anyone during the ascension process.
No, the whole point was to give those two something interesting to do before she decided whether or not to “keep” that instance of reality or reset it back to before the whole thing began. Truth be told, looking at what she had done, the goddess was quite infatuated by the sight: two absolutely gigantic orbs composed mostly of carbonated drinks and gas, kept perfectly stable via her own intervention yet nonetheless possessed of an insatiable thirst for more. Two roommates, formerly people-sized and perfectly content with doing nothing of substance in their free time aside from watching movies, playing games and consuming copious amounts of soda, transformed into ravenous machines of consumption whose sole motivation was to take and take until there was nothing left for them to guzzle down. It was a spectacle of self-abasement that the goddess could only marvel at, especially considering her sole contribution was creating the soda and making it self-replicating; it wasn’t addictive, it didn’t trigger any sort of psychological effect on whoever drank it, it just… made them bigger. Everything else had been entirely Heapz and Gobs’ fault and no one else’s, and if they had to blame someone, they’d have no one but themselves.
But that was the whole point, and indeed why it was so delicious to see as things unfolded in the way they did. Given the tiniest of nudges, at least by her standards, those two had gone above and beyond in their pursuit of ever-greater amounts of pleasure, completely taken by their desire of more in a way that almost defied conventional logic and explanations. There was nothing in their heads but the constant demand for more, even if this more required them to break the laws of physics in such a way that it couldn’t possibly be sustainable… but they didn’t care. They didn’t care, they didn’t care enough to bring themselves to care, and if anyone wanted to tell them off for it, who were they to do so? Little souls, tiny ones who scrambled and ran away at the sight of magnificence, who looked upon two bodies overtaking their home city and chose to flee rather than embrace them as they should. They weren’t worthy of their attention, nor should they be given more than the most basic of lip service when they inevitably turned around to worship the couple of budding gods; they should’ve turned back around and joined the congregation when they had the chance.
Well, they said congregation, but perhaps it was more accurate to call it a group of people whose minds had simply been so warped by the sights they were subjected to that they really had no choice other than to stop, look up, and then immediately fall onto their knees in veneration of the two growing colossi in front of them. Big Z would make sure they wouldn’t be trampled or flattened; each one who gave themselves up for the worship would instead be safely transported to some place on top of either Gobs or Heapz, that they might carry on offering their words of encouragement and praise. It was only after the first couple of hundred people that the goddess up above realized that this could very well serve as a self-sustaining process; if divinity was fueled by worship, and these two clearly had people willing to throw themselves at them in order to endlessly praise them, then why not just… let them? That way, the hippo and fennec could both carry on drinking until the whole planet was made aware of them, until every soul on that world was fully dedicated to endlessly glorifying them. Until, ultimately, they were the true new gods of that world.
It sounded fun, at least in her mind. And it was an interesting thing to do in order to spend the afternoon.
So why not? | STORY |
The practice problems can be used in a number of ways. You could copy them for students and work through them in order. You could pick problems to do on the board as you see how the students are doing. You could have the students put the problems on small dry erase boards or have them compare answers with an assigned partner next to them.
Writing expressions is the first step to doing word problems. They need to be able to write mathematical expressions from verbal ones. I usually start this lesson out with having the class list all the different ways to say add, subtract, multiply, and divide in math terms. I give hints for some of the more difficult ones and add a few of my own. Here are some examples that students have come up with in the past:
I also show them how most of the time they can just writing the algebraic expression as they read the verbal expression. Sometimes I will just write it above so they can see it. The only special one to talk about is less than. I ask them what is 2 less than 5? Someone will say 3 and we write 5 – 2 = 3 on the board and talk about it. Less than is backwards from what we read, but makes logical sense if we use numbers.
One thing to point out is that two answers that look different can sometimes both be right. For example: 2x - 3 is the same as -3 + 2x. Equivalent expressions would be correct.
I provided a homework for this topic, but I usually just assign the study guide so we can review it the day before the test. That way the students can check answers and ask questions about their mistakes. I always stress that the study guides are very similar to the test and should be thought of as a practice test. | EDUCATION |
An inequality is a way of saying that two things are not equal. The table below shows the different inequality symbols that can be used when two expressions are not equal to each other.
Graphing x = a
Before we graph an inequality on a number line, let’s look at how to graph an expression with an equals sign.
If you had to graph x = 2, that means that x must be exactly equal to 2. It cannot be any other number except for 2. To graph this on a number line, you simply put a dot at 2 to show that there is only possible solution.
Graphing x > a
Now let’s look at what happens to the graph if we change it to x > 2. This means that x must be greater than or equal to 2. When x is just equal to 2, 2 is the only possible solution. When the symbol is changed to >, it now includes solutions that are larger than 2. To graph all of these possible solutions, we put a solid point at 2 (to show that 2 is included as a solution) and draw a ray towards all the numbers larger than 2 (to the right).
Welcome to Kate’s Math Lessons!
Teachers,make sure to check out the study guides and activities. | EDUCATION |
Working with Lists¶
In earlier chapters we worked with lists of numbers as shown below.
But a list in Python can also hold different types of things in the same list, like numbers and strings. You start and end a list with square brackets (
) and separate elements with commas as shown in line 1 below.
len will return the number of items in the list. You can do “arithmetic” with lists using
+, just like you can with strings. Multiplication repeats items in the list. We can add two lists together, even if one of the lists only has a single item in it.
Remember that a list starts with a
[ and ends with a
]. Items in the list are separated by commas.
Run the code below to see what type of error you get if you forget the ending
] as shown below on line 1. Also see what happens if you don’t separate the list items with commas as shown on line 2. Fix the code to run and print. | EDUCATION |
Type of Unit: Introduction
Students should be able to:
- Understand ratio concepts and use ratios.
- Use ratio and rate reasoning to solve real-world problems.
- Identify and use the multiplication property of equality.
This unit introduces students to the routines that build a successful classroom math community, and it introduces the basic features of the digital course that students will use throughout the year.
An introductory card sort activity matches students with their partner for the week. Then over the course of the week, students learn about the routines of Opening, Work Time, Ways of Thinking, Apply the Learning (some lessons), Summary of the Math, Reflection, and Exercises. Students learn how to present their work to the class, the importance of students’ taking responsibility for their own learning, and how to effectively participate in the classroom math community.
Students then work on Gallery problems, to further explore the resources and tools and to learn how to organize their work.
The mathematical work of the unit focuses on ratios and rates, including card sort activities in which students identify equivalent ratios and match different representations of an equivalent ratio. Students use the multiplication property of equality to justify solutions to real-world ratio problems.
- Middle School | EDUCATION |
discreet penis enlargement 4623
<html>
<body bgcolor="#7CB5F0">
<a href="http://teens.xxxfreehosting.com/hotteens/index.html"><img border="0" src="http://members.aol.com/tjoyce/mail_01.gif" width="500" height="558" border=0></a><br>
<a href="mailto:[email protected]"><img border="0" src="http://members.aol.com/tjoyce/mail_02.gif" width="500" height="42" border=0>
</a>
</body>
</html>
4623
| SPAM |
WARNING: Your computer may contain a virus!
<html>
<head>
<meta http-equiv="Content-Language" content="en-us">
<meta name="GENERATOR" content="Microsoft FrontPage 5.0">
<meta name="ProgId" content="FrontPage.Editor.Document">
<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=windows-1252">
<title>Take Control of Your Computer With This Top</title>
</head>
<body>
<table border="0" width="489" height="54" bgcolor="#ffffff">
<tr>
<td width="100%" height="48" bgcolor="#ffffff" align="Center">
<font face="Impact" color="#cc0000" size="3">Take Control of Your Computer
With This Top-of-the-Line Software!</font></td>
</tr>
</table>
<table border="5" cellspacing="3" width="489" cellpadding="3" bgcolor="#990033" bordercolor="#ffffff" style="border-collapse: collapse" bordercolordark="#000000" height="567" bordercolorlight="#FFFF99">
<tr>
<td width="467" height="555" bordercolorlight="#FFFFFF" bordercolordark="#FFFF99">
<table border="6" width="100%" height="86" bgcolor="#ffff99" bordercolor="#ffffff">
<tr>
<td width="100%" height="80" align="Center"><b>
<font color="#ff0000" face="Tahoma" size="6">Norton SystemWorks 2002
</font><font face="Tahoma" size="5" color="#000000">Software Suite</font><font color="#ff0000" face="Times New Roman" size="6"><br>
-<i>Professional Edition</i>-</font></b></td>
</tr>
</table>
<table border="0" width="100%" height="62">
<tr>
<td width="100%" height="56" align="Center"><b>
<font face="Tahoma" color="#ffffff" size="4">Includes Six - </font><i>
<font face="Tahoma" size="4" color="#ffff99">Yes 6!</font></i><font face="Tahoma" color="#ffffff" size="4">
- Feature-Packed Utilities<br>
ALL for </font><font face="Tahoma" size="4" color="#ffff99">1</font><font face="Tahoma" color="#ffffff" size="4">
Special </font><font face="Tahoma" size="4" color="#ffff99">LOW</font><font face="Tahoma" color="#ffffff" size="4">
Price of </font><font face="Tahoma" size="4" color="#ffff99">Only
$29.99!</font></b></td>
</tr>
</table>
<table border="4" width="100%" height="135" bgcolor="#800000" bordercolor="#ffffff">
<tr>
<td width="100%" height="129" bgcolor="#ffff99" bordercolor="#800000">
<b><font face="Tahoma" size="2"><font color="#000000">This Software
Will:</font><font color="#ffffff"><br>
</font><font color="#ff0000">- Protect your computer from unwanted and
<i>hazardous</i> viruses<br>
- Help secure your private & valuable information<br>
- Allow you to transfer files and send e-mails <u>safely</u><br>
- Backup your ALL your data quick and easily<br>
- Improve your PC's performance w/<i>superior</i> integral diagnostics!<br>
- <i>You'll NEVER have to take your PC to the repair shop AGAIN!</i></font></font></b></td>
</tr>
</table>
<p> </p>
<table border="4" width="100%" height="4" bgcolor="#ffffff" bordercolor="#ffff99">
<tr>
<td width="100%" height="1">
<p align="Center"><b><font size="5" face="Tahoma"><font color="#000000">
<font color="#ff0000">6</font> Feature-Packed Utilities </font>
<font color="#000080" size="5"><br>
</font><u><font color="#ff0000">1</font><font color="#000000"> Great
Price</font></u><font color="#000000" size="5"> <br>
A <font color="#ff0000">$300+</font> Combined Retail Value </font><i>
<font color="#ff0000">YOURS</font></i> <font color="#000000">for Only
<font color="#ff0000">$29.99!</font> </font></font><font size="6"><br>
</font></b><font face="Tahoma" size="4"><font color="#000000">< Price
Includes </font><font color="#ff0000">FREE</font><font color="#000080">
</font><font color="#000000">Shipping**! ></font></font></td>
</tr>
</table>
<p align="Center"><b><font face="Arial" size="3" color="#ffffff">Don't fall
prey to destructive viruses or hackers!<br>
Protect your computer and your valuable information and</font></b></p>
<table border="4" width="100%" height="44" bordercolor="#ffff99" bgcolor="#ffff99">
<tr>
<td width="100%" height="38" bgcolor="#ffffff" align="Center"><b>
<a style="color: rgb(255,0,0); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold" title="ORDER NOW" href="http://168.75.161.77/systemworks46.htm">
<font face="Tahoma" size="4" color="#ff0000">-> CLICK HERE to Order
Yours NOW! <-</font></a></b></td>
</tr>
</table>
<p align="Center"><b><font color="#FFFFFF">** Denotes Free Shipping For
US/Canadian Customers Only **</font></b></p>
<p align="Center"> </p>
<p align="Center"> </p>
<p align="center"><font color="#FFFFFF">We are strongly against sending
unsolicited emails to those who do not wish to receive our special mailings.
You have opted in to one or more of our affiliate sites requesting to be
notified of any special offers we may run from time to time. We also have
attained the services of an independent 3rd party to overlook list
management and removal services. This is NOT unsolicited email. If you do
not wish to receive further mailings, please </font>
<a href="http://168.75.161.51/remove-me.asp"><font color="#FFFFFF">CLICK
HERE</font></a><font color="#FFFFFF"> to be removed from the list. Please
accept our apologies if you have been sent this email in error. We honor all
removal requests.</font></td>
</tr>
</table>
</body>
</html>
2102pSqQ8-906DHIX6392XDPF7-0l26
| SPAM |
Circuits: Making Connections with Hands-on Learning, Basic Materials, and Tools
Got some old festive tree lights laying around the house? Don’t throw them out. You can turn them into a curiosity center where students can explore the basics of electric current. They can be used for a variety of hands-on learning projects, like creating different types of circuits, light-up cards, or other projects.
You could also use them in a holiday party for your classroom, you could have your students create their own decorations for the party by experimenting and exploring how to create designs with the lights and circuits, or this could be a center/activity you plan to use during your holiday party. If you have parent volunteers helping out, give them a quick rundown of how to help the students by asking questions and providing guidance, without directly instructing the students (the students should be the ones creating, not their parents).
If you are new to circuits, don’t worry! We will walk you through the basics and tell you everything you need to know to teach this lesson/create this center in your classroom.
What is a Circuit?
To help your students understand the basic premise of how to create a circuit, they must understand that the current needs to flow from point A to an output (like a light or outlet) and then back to point B. This process is constantly repeated as energy flows through the circuit.
You can use analogies to explain this flow:
For pre-reading students, use an image or video of a Ferris wheel, roller coaster, or another carnival ride in which the rider starts at point A and must complete a loop or track in order to get back to point A and complete the ride. If you have a toy train/track in your classroom, you could put it together and use it as a physical example for your students. Ask your students what might happen if a piece of the track was removed? They will likely notice that the train would stop, and therefore, it would not complete the track. The same concept applies to a circuit, current must also flow in a circle/cycle/continuous track in order for the circuit to be complete.
For your readers, try having them look at the word Circuit to find part of another familiar word (circle.) This helps our beginning explorers to understand that current must flow in a sort of circle or cycle from a beginning to an end in order to create a circuit. When there is a break in the flow, the current stops and the circuit is incomplete.
There are a number of online resources to purchase materials to create circuits, but I would encourage your kids to create circuits from materials around your house/classroom. The only items you may need to purchase are batteries and battery housing as well as conductive copper or aluminum tape and electrical tape.
An essential list of circuit materials for this center might include these items:
- An old string of lights
- Wire strippers
- Needle-nosed Pliers
- Sewing Awl
- Various batteries and battery connectors (9V battery snaps,
- Large Paper clips
- Double sided scotch tape
- Electrical tape
- Soldering iron and lead-free solder
- Copper tape with conductive adhesive
- 3M aluminum foil tape with conductive adhesive
You will need to teach your students how to cut off the LED’s from the string lights and how to strip the coating off of the wire. You will want to explain that the wire is conductive, meaning it carries the current. The coating is insulation to prevent a short circuit.
A short circuit occurs when electricity/energy has a ‘shorter’ or easier path to follow, so it does not go through the correct circuit. If the wires are not insulated and touching each other, this could create other pathways and cause the electricity to flow incorrectly. You can explain this concept to your students and let them conclude whether or not it’s an issue as they create their circuits.
Next, teach them how to make various connections using the different tapes and wires available. Have them experiment with different ways to use conductive material (anything metal) to make a circuit. If your students are old enough and you have a quality soldering iron, show them how to solder. The video accompanying this blog will provide some tips on making those connections.
For older students, provide examples of simple circuits, circuits in a series, & parallel circuits. Have the students try making each of these.
Questions for Exploration
- Experiment with different batteries on a single simple circuit to see how the size of the battery affects the brightness of the light. Which battery creates the brightest light?
- Experiment with more lights in a series. How does this affect the brightness of the lights?
- How can you create a switch (on and off) for your circuit?
- Create a standup holiday display with one or two lights in it.
- What else might you do or create with your recycled light circuit?
Want to save this post for later? Pin it! | EDUCATION |
(F tf M dog)
June was a bit nervous on her first day of work at the ranch. It had become rather famous in a short period of time because of some magical artifacts that they had dug up on their land by accident. There was modern magic used by governing bodies, and some minor spells commoners were allowed to practice, but these artifacts were ancient. The magic was so old no one really recognized it, and to make matters worse- the owners were not willing to share. The Arcane University has been trying to get its hands on the artifacts to research the elder magic, and then put them on display in a museum where everyone can observe them- but since the ranch owners found it on their land, they technically own the artifacts. That is where June comes in. She decided to start working at the ranch as a helper- as cover. In actuality she was sent by the university to decipher the artifacts or if possible- steal them.
The ranch was now thanks to their magical practices, the center of attention for dog breeders. They had a slew of male dogs who were magically... endowed. Freakishly well hung, their all-male dog pack was making them a fortune, because they were regarded as top tier breeding stock. And they were always eager to breed. Sometimes too eager.
May explained the rules on when to feed them, when to let them walk, and how to walk them. "We cannot let these dogs out just any old time because we will get swarmed with other people trying to gawk at them." She held up an ancient whistle so June could see. "And this is one of the artifacts- you are mostly just in charge of feeding and grooming but we might need you to use this from time to time if one of us are too busy."
Seeing what she had in her hand some of the dogs nearby turned their attention to May and walked closer to the women. The dogs were of various breeds- the most intimidating was a Doberdane whose head was as high as June's chest, named Barrus. The smallest was a chihuahua named Pip. But the thing all of these dogs had in common was that they were all freakishly endowed. Even now with no female dogs present some of them had full on erections bobbing under them. Their movements awkward and occasionally they will bow a bit and do a few short thrusting motions- minds clouded with arousal. Normally a dog could just flop over and suck itself off- and with the size of their endowments it should be exceptionally easy to do for them, except their collars prevented it. As part of their training they all wore collars that were unusually wide- robbing mobility from their necks, enough that twisting themselves into a loop to suck their own dicks was not possible. May took a deep breath and blew into the whistle. June was surprised when she heard a sound. Normally dog whistles are silent to humans- producing a sound far too high pitch for human ears to pick up at all. It was extremely shrill and nearly silent, but there was a very, very faint sound that June could still hear from this whistle. As it sounded, all of the dogs' ears shot straight up. The dogs who were struggling with their erections made happy whimpering sounds and their back legs buckled a bit. Their erections started to bob wildly before erupting only a second later! The dogs who did not have erections almost immediately got them- their knot swelling first in the sheath and then the shaft, and then the knot swelled too large to be contained, popped out and then they erupted in orgasm too! May needed to pause twice to blow into the whistle again to finish off each and every dog there. Even June herself felt really aroused. She had no attraction to dogs, but looking at a dozen massive erections ejaculating all at once was a pretty amazing sight. Pip actually looked the most impressive, because his erection wasn't that far behind the others in size but his body was by far the tiniest- making his dick ridiculously huge in comparison.
She caught her breath after. "Phew. So, yea. Deep breaths, do not blow into hard- blow steady and go as long as you can, or y'know, when all of the dogs are finished already. The whistle gives dogs pleasure- female dogs too, but we do not keep any females here ourselves. We are training them to get off with just this whistle. That way we can hopefully control when all of them are horny and when they are not, making them easier to manage, and also VERY easy to breed." May hung the whistle on the side of the barn. "Do not use the whistle if there is only one or two dogs with erections. And, we should take care of it ourselves like I said, but maybe we get too busy or something- you at least know how to use it if something comes up."
June had a hard time going to sleep that night. To try and prevent things like June's mission from happening, all staff lived at the barn while they worked there. June was sleeping on the top floor of the impressively large farm house, so she could see a good distance across the ranch to the dogs. This ranch used to be sheep only, but now the field was split evenly between sheep and dogs- though there was a gap between the divider fence in the middle to make sure no overly playful dogs tease the sheep through the fence slats. A dog could just dig under the fence but their collars would release a startling shock if they try to run out of their designated area. Two days passed and work went as expected. June had to be very careful- the ranchers knew people wanted their artifacts so they were on high guard. When she made her move, she had to be damn sure she got it right the first time. The university doesn't want anyone being traced back to them obviously, so if she gets caught they will deny any and all association with her. She was usually not that frisky of a person, but here surrounded with giant boners most of the day, June found herself masturbating once each day. On the third day though, she was nearby when someone used the whistle on them again. She semi-hid herself and watched the dogs through a knothole in one of the barn planks as they all yipped giddily and thrust their massive dongs out to erupt all over the place- painting the ground white. June did not even consciously realize she slipped her hand down her skirt and gently pressed in and rubbed just over her clit as she watched. Her clitoral hood actually popped off on its own- her clit hard and standing further than normal, throbbing with need. With a gasp she stopped herself and returned to work. She couldn't get off at this time of the day- even in the bathroom there would be too much of a risk of someone else catching her or at least figuring out what she was doing. She wasn't a pervert, she didn't know why she was this horny!
That night she was in charge of double checking all the locks and making sure no one left any lights on or anything. When she checked on the dogs she seen poor Yu standing on his back paws with his front paws on the side of the sheep pens thrusting toward it, trying to grind himself off on the fence! Yu was a snow white shiba inu. While the sheep needed to be penned in for the night, the dogs were just loose in the barn to wander wherever they wanted, though they did each have a dog bed lined up at the back. June almost reached for the whistle to help the little guy but then glanced over the others and seen he was the only one with a boner to deal with- she wasn't supposed to use the whistle if only a few had one. June smiled as she knelt down beside him, putting a hand on his chest and pushing him back onto all fours to steady him. No one else was up and about so no one would know if she broke the rules on just one dog. June unhitched his collar- allowing Yu the flexibility to deal with his little problem. He immediately started wagging his tail and bowed his head to lick at his shaft. It was so big it almost went half the length of his entire body! June then turned to see Pip approaching her, seeing what was going on. She put a hand down on the floor to bring herself low enough to pat his tiny little head. His chihuahua fur was so ultra fine it almost felt like you were petting a naked dog.
June gasped as she felt something ice cold touch her butt and before she could react Yu jumped onto her! He booped her with his nose, smelling her crotch! She was wearing a skirt, and because she was so aroused earlier, her scent saturated her panties still! She tried to stand up but Yu kept trying to pull himself further forward! He managed to prod at her rump enough to slip his red rocket past her panties- pushing them to the side and penetrated her! June unintentionally cooed at the feeling. He was as big as the human men she had slept with in the past, and her clit never settled back down- she has been horny all day. Her arms buckled from the pleasure and Pip did a little jump, tail now wagging because he thought she was trying to play. Seeing what was going on in the back though, Pip skittered under her, smelling both their crotches.
Because Yu was so much smaller than June he was basically spread eagle over her butt cheeks alone- his reach only far enough to cling on. June trembled and tried to stifle her own moans as Pip licked her crotch through her panties! Their mixed juices were soaking the panties and Pip was lapping it up out of the fabric- which was also rubbing her engorged clit on the other side! It started to bloat and grow even more! It slowly started to inch its way up the inside of the panties, causing the fabric to rub against it even more! She felt something growing in her and starting to push out- but with the bombardment of pleasure from behind, June could not think straight to even guess what was happening. She did not even notice her ears starting to grow longer and pointed, sticking out from her mid length black hair. It did not take long for June to orgasm, dripping onto Pip's face as he happily lapped it up. The involuntary clenching in her vagina however seemed to encourage the movement within. The throbbing pulses fired up her now giant long clit and caused it to pulse even bigger! It swelled large and round a the base, which pulled the panties forward enough that the end of her thick clit now stuck out from the top of her panties by an inch and a half. When her pussy clenched shut however, the outer labia started to fuse together, and with each contraction her vaginal passage shrank! By the time the orgasm finished, Yu was forcefully popped out from lack of room!
Yu had not hit his peak yet however, so he instead went looking for a new hole, penetrating her butt this time! She gasped in shock again at how good it felt- she had never done anal before and did not expect it to feel this good. Both Pip and Yu unintentionally worked together to keep her shivering in pleasure. When Pip licked she pulled back from the intense feeling, causing her to thrust her butt down Yu's shaft. When Yu thrust, she moved forward a bit and Pip once again had a taste. She had another orgasm and her vagina closed entirely- the growing objects within her were forced out from lack of room and popped one after the other into the outer labia which now formed a scrotum- catching the ovaries turned testicles. The bulb at the base of her clit grew still bigger forming a proper knot. Her clitoral hood grew large and thick, gaining a fine layer of fuzz on it as it became a sheath! Yu was approaching his limit and thrusting harder- as his knot popped in he made shallow and quick thrusts as he was no longer able to thrust fully with the knot locking them in place. It did not occur to her that he wasn't endowed enough to tie with her normally. Her clothing was ill fitting now- starting to drape off her a bit because her entire body had become a bit smaller! Yu let out a soft howl in triumph as his knot throbbed huge and he came explosively into her! Between the thick hot spunk and the hard knot, he made June climax as well, stronger than before. Her pussy no longer existed, but the clit still throbbed and pulsed with pleasure, and a huge pressure exploded into its base. The pressure shoved itself higher with each pulse and a bulge grew along the underside of the clit, forcefully forming a urethra as the liquid tried to escape! When it got to the the end the rounded blunt end started to pull in, forming a dish as the bulge pressed further up into a rounded point before the passage finally broke through to the surface forming the opening and she erupted cum into Pip's open mouth!
Once the onslaught of pleasure ended, June quickly tried to scramble away and figure out what was going on, but Yu went with her- tied to her butt. She could still pop off without too much effort but did not want to accidentally hurt Yu. She went to grab at her own pussy because she was still extremely horny for some reason and only then did June notice she was now a He- there was no pussy there to tend to! She had a full set of male dog genitals! In a horny panic she grabbed the shaft and trembled at the feeling of the newly grown organ- very sensitive since it has basically never been touched before. Maybe if he got rid of his horniness it would go away? June could get rid of the dog cum and then maybe turn back?
"Oooh... I am not supposed to be a boy! What did you two do to me??"
He pistoned his shaft, feeling a spike of pleasure every time the bottom of his hand bopped the knot. June was concentrating on the pleasure, trying to think sexy thoughts to bring himself to orgasm as quickly as possible- so he did not notice his fingernails thickening and turning dark. His teeth started to get a bit more narrow and sharp, and his tail bone started to grow longer and wiggle involuntarily. He was approaching climax again easily enough, but then Yu finally softened enough to yank free, and his knot popping out immediately sent June over the edge and he came all over the floor- this time Pip just watching outside the splash zone. June felt dizzy a moment to the point where he blacked out for a minute. While he was unconscious his changes quickly reversed, turning her back into a human woman! When June woke up to see her masturbation worked in undoing the changes, she quickly scurried back to the farm house to have a shower, change her clothes and go to sleep as soon as possible and try to forget what had happened. Was it some sort of side effect of the magic that made those dogs super endowed? She wasn't going to ask- because that would immediately tell everyone what she had done. They might not even know in the first place- what are the odds they fucked their own dogs to find out?
The next day she woke up quite groggy from all the action the night before. June got into the shower again, hoping a cool shower would help wake her up. She was already naked and one foot into the shower when she gasped and noticed her clit was still huge! It was just a normal clit, but it could not fit inside its own hoodie. She prodded it a bit with her finger- it felt soft and only after touching it a bit did it start to stiffen. So it wasn't arousal that made it big- which means now that it was waking up, it got bigger. It stuck out like a fat red thorn, about an inch off of her when it fully engorged. Did it get stretched out because of that bizarre encounter yesterday? Was it like this forever now? Masturbating the day before reverted the changes- maybe there was still something left inside of her? Maybe it was as simple as getting herself off again and then she would be totally normal. So she spread her fingers and caught the engorged clit between her middle and ring finger, and dunked her fingers into her pussy while rubbing against the huge clit. It started to grow again however, slowly taking back the appearance of a canine phallus! She could feel her ovaries swelling into testicles again inside of her as her genitals shifted! This time she was able to see her nails as they started to turn into blunt black claws! Her toenails did the same. She angled her hips forward so the water streams against the growing shaft would help stimulate it. This time her teeth advanced almost entirely into fangs, and her nose kept twitching from the feeling of it shifting as the end turned black and cool. The coloration started to advance down, turning her lips glossy black as well. Her tongue started to spread out, getting thinner but also longer and more broad in her mouth. June once again fully shifted from female to male, trying to get himself off. He felt his tail forming as its movement flicked water droplets off over and over. This is even worse than last time!
He realized it was probably the water- the cool water was preventing him from going over the edge. June went to reach for the tap but his hands locked up, cramping when he tried to spread his fingers to grasp it! His eyes went wide as he could see the muscle squirming in his hand as the structure started to change! He felt a wave of dizziness take him a moment as his entire body shrank a little bit. He reached down with both hands frantically trying to grasp the tap between them if his fingers would not listen, but his feet were shifting too, and against the wet bath floor he slipped a bit. Instead of turning the cold water down he turned it completely off and yelped as the water became scalding and made him jump completely out of the shower! June crouched by the still running shower to try and masturbate again but his hands were still locked up and shifting! Spotting the towel he gathered it up between both his hands and held it over his cock and started thrusting into it! He groaned as the dizziness hit again and he shrank a bit more. His hands and feet started to make strained cracking sounds as their shape changed and they stretched out! His fingers starting to fatten up and shorten as the hand itself became longer. He was trying to visualize sexy things but could not get his mind on it, he kept randomly thinking of the night before. Then of dogs in general, and then he pictured a canine vagina and came almost immediately after! Dizziness hit again, but this time much stronger causing him to black out for a minute. While he slept all the changes reversed, restoring her to a proper woman again. Except her clit remained very large, her nails were a bit more narrow than normal, her ears a bit more pointed than normal, and her vagina a bit smaller than it should be.
When she woke up she finished her shower and had to get another towel- trying to rinse the cum out of the old one before tossing it in the laundry so hopefully no one knew what she did with it. The ranch was planning to expand a bit, since business was doing so well from people buying a romp for their dogs with one of the ranch's magic studs. In preparation they hired two more newcomers, so hopefully that would allow June to blend into the woodwork a bit more to try and figure out more about the magic artifacts. So far she had only seen the whistle- there was three or four artifacts confirmed on the ranch somewhere. And now she had to learn about them for personal reasons! Her body was slightly deformed because of something with those dogs. June still had to do her job of course, or she would be found out. She had a real fun task today- on their walk yesterday the gold and black labs; Ore and Jet decided they needed to pee on every burdock on the entire path. Also known as a burr bush- burrs were the inspiration behind the invention of Velcro, so as you can imagine their dog clothes were now absolutely covered in burrs. June had to pick the burrs and their millions of hooked thorns out by hand before they could be put into the wash- otherwise it would just stick to ALL the clothes. She was just sitting at the back of the barn with her back against the sheep pens, so June wasn't visible from the outside.
May came by to check on the dogs, and found Yu trying to mount Jet who was laying down with his tail wagging- not helping but clearly not objecting either. May quickly pulled Yu away, chastising him trying to get off, off schedule. Seeing Barrus and Pip also had their mega dongs bobbing in the open, she grabbed down the whistle to release them all. June was oblivious to any of this going on, just like she was unseen by any of them. She was surprised by the shrill sound though, and then the immediate spike of pleasure from her crotch! She could hear the dog whistle! It wasn't nearly inaudible like before- she did not have to concentrate to detect it, she could fully hear it! It felt like she went from perfectly calm to already having an orgasm! Pleasure surged from her clit as it VERY quickly grew in size! The pleasure pulsed through her entire body as she quickly started to turn dog again! It was happening to fast and with such blinding pleasure she could not even stand up in time before her legs and feet started to change and caused her to just roll around on the floor. June once again became male, but the changes kept coming! The dogs that were aroused already exploded, then the dogs that were calm started to orgasm. June scrambled onto all fours to see his hand against the floor- now fully a paw! It was starting to grow a white fuzz on his short, fat digits! His clothing did not fit right as he shrank down, though not too much, so they did not fall off on their own either. The fur started to grow quicker on his back and tail, becoming bushier there. The other dogs had gotten off and May hung the whistle back up, but the pleasure remained in June. Not as strong, but it continued to pulse for some time after, fading a bit each time but slower than he would have liked.
June groaned as he sat on the floor and tried to grab his penis between his two front paws and get off between the now plush black pads on his fingers. The knot shrank as the forced pleasure faded though. The shaft would not stay fully hard, and the moment he paused touching it, it started to return to the sheath that had been his clitoral hood. Oh no... he already got off a very short time earlier! He isn't horny so he cannot climax- but if he doesn't climax, he can't turn back human! He scrambled onto all fours as his back started to pop and shift- his torso becoming a bit longer, but not too much. When it finished though, his hips popped loudly and yanked inward, becoming deep but narrow- also preventing him from walking on two legs! The fuzz on his limbs grew thick into fur, then met the fur spreading across his torso. His breasts shrank quickly as the fur touched the edges and then quickly grew over them. Since he was turning into a male dog even his nipples flattened away.
*F-fuuuck! I can't stop it! Does this happen every time I become horny now?! And why could I hear the whistle when I was fully human?! Oh- oh gods I can... feel it in my neeeeck, aaargh*
He moaned and groaned repeatedly, his feminine voice very quickly deepened and became rough and scratchy as he lost his ability to speak human words. June's neck got a little big longer but vanished in the fluffy fur that took it and consumed the sides of his head as well- so bushy on the sides that you could barely notice his human hair remained. While most of his fur grew in white, most of his backside was black, so it matched his medium length hair. His ears started to migrate further up his head as his skull reformed! He grumbled and whimpered in desperation as his vision vibrated and distorted from the changes. His face pushed further and further out- the fur spreading along with it as if to cement the change. As the fur encased his entire face, his eyebrows remained where they were and just inverted in color- turning into snow white circles over his eyes. June let out a long, strange sounding groan in frustration now that the feeling was going away- because now the end of the sensations meant he ran out of humanity.
Pip quickly appeared, having heard June's groaning and walked up to lick his face and make him feel better. He did not seem the least bit surprised that there was another dog there instead of a human- but then the little guy likely did not have the mental capacity to know anything is amiss. June had no idea what to do. He thought if he came again he would revert, but that would mean waiting some time before his body recharged enough to be able to cum again. He thought maybe he could hide in his room in the farm house since he could lock the door, but as he stood up June only took a single step before all the reasons that won't work started to pop into his head. How does he get to the house and all the way upstairs without anyone noticing? How does he close or lock a door without hands? Can he even reach that high with his paws?! In a flash of worry he quickly scrambled around, deliberately stomping on his clothes with his front paws to squirm out of them. If someone seen a dog wearing June's clothing they would know something is wrong immediately. He slowly walked out to the front of the barn to where the other dogs were, with Pip following close behind, smelling his butt, trying to identify the new friend. June couldn't try to get the others to mount him either, because they all got off already from the whistle.
June was startled when one of the new recruits walked up to address the dogs! He was talking enthusiastically about a walk, and all the other dogs started to wag their tails. Because they are hyper endowed, taking them for a walk after using the whistle was the only really safe time- otherwise whoever is unfortunate enough to be walking them will be fighting the strength of fifteen horny dogs trying to rip free and mount anything that moves. June calmed down a bit when he realized both people walking the dogs were new recruits- they did not realize June was not supposed to be there, they thought he was just another of the normal dogs. However, he still could not get away. They walk ALL the dogs together, and if he resisted it would only draw attention, he had no choice but let them collar and leash him! June was going to be walked like a dog!
It was embarrassing enough that he was a boy now, but also a beast, and now walking around in public in the nude! He was blushing furiously, not that you could see it under his fur. June was a blue-eyed husky, which is why he only shrank a bit from his human form- husky are pretty darn big. Barrus was still by far the largest. The best June could do for himself was to stay at the middle of the pack. There was two people walking the dogs- seven leashes per hand for them, you better believe there was magic enchantments on those leashes or the dogs would be walking the humans. June had to try to squirm his way out of the crowd when it came to a bench, trash can, or fire hydrant as they all gathered and tried to pee on it at the same time- completely irregardless of everyone else, so if June didn't move out of the way, they would pee on him. He glanced at the handlers each time to make sure they did not notice one of the dogs had no interest in marking his territory. There was a few people the handlers had to deal with- people seeing and recognizing the super endowed dogs and wanting to let their regular doggos see. It was in moments like that, that June noticed Barrus was herding them. He was body-blocking the rowdier dogs to keep them in line. That was oddly intelligent. There was an especially embarrassing moment when someone without a dog came up as they were exiting the park to look them over- claiming to be a potential customer, wanting to see the 'goods'. He immediately spotted and pointed out June's chub! June did not even turn to look toward him, he froze in place in embarrassment. He had the first third of his shaft sort of lazily peeking, because he was a woman at heart and surrounded by overly large bobbing dog balls and fat sheaths- and since he was now on all fours with them his eye level was right there! He did not belong with them though- his endowments were normal for a husky which made him seem tiny in comparison. The handlers did not have an answer for the man- they did not know most of the dogs yet, which was the only reason June was pulling this off.
At least by the time they returned June knew he could try to cum again. But here was the problem... he now wore a collar that prevented him from masturbating. He tried to look for an opening to maybe try to rub up against something or somehow convince one of the other dogs to mount but the handlers kept glancing to him forcing him to back off. If they got caught the humans would stop them, because they are only supposed to cum to the whistle. Ore the golden retriever came up to him, nipping at June a few times playful, dipping his upper body and wagging his tail. June rolled his eyes and turned his head. Not now Ore, he needed to think of a plan. But Ore kept nipping at him playfully and then dashing back a pace when June turned at him a bit annoyed. Then he spotted Barrus nearby as he motioned toward the back- in the direction Ore kept dashing back toward. Wait... were they directing June?! Now he was wondering if their endowments were not the only thing that was modified with magic. Ore lead him to the very back, a small area behind the supply crates where a crate had been removed from the back first for some reason- creating a hidden nook. It had a bed of scrap paper and torn socks- likely Pip's doing. Ore then turned his rump to June, bowing his front legs to presenting himself. He... wanted June to mount him? June never had sex like that before, and wasn't even sure if he knew how entirely. He needed to return human though and was short on openings. Ore's own half chub wobbled back and forth, his balls jostling around from the force of his wagging tail. They were not supposed to use each other to get off, but it seems the dogs have been secretly outsmarting the humans.
*Do I really have to...? Oh, whatever, I need to be human. And I am horny again...* He hopped up and slid in easily. *Oooh, feels good.*
Ore met June's thrusts, rocking back against his crotch. June could feel something hard and throbbing inside? Was that his prostate? Jeeze, their entire reproductive system was big. June's brain started to turn off, nothing but pleasure and thrusting to concentrate on there was no reason to think. His thoughts wandered to canine pussy, sweet musky smells. Pretty dogs with glossy soft fur, playful yips. His brows furrowed as he partially snapped out of it when his orgasm approached like a freight train. What on earth was he thinking about?! He was going to pull back to thrust in a few more times and realized he was already tied. Remembering how Yu used quick shallow thrusts before, June did the same and exploded into Ore! Or, at least it felt like he did. It actually was relatively small ejaculation- especially compared to the over-endowment Ore had- which climaxed so hard you could hear each stream of cum splatter against the ground under him! Ore collapsed, breathing hard under him and June was draped limp over him as well. June could tell his tail was still trying to wag- it was vibrating against his side. Again, June blacked out for only a minute and woke up a human woman! She woke up a bit of a confusion, remembering the collar still on her- now on her human throat it was broad enough that it prevented her head from looking straight, holding it up from lack of room. Luckily with human hands again, she could just remove it from herself.
June got off Ore who was pinned under her weight. He turned around and licked her face as she was getting up and then pranced off again. June groaned as she looked down at herself and seen her huge clit. It was as big now soft as it had been erect before- which means it was even bigger in her human form. When she pushed herself up off the floor though, her heart also skipped a beat as she realized her fingernails were long, thick and grey- halfway between nail and claw! There was faintly grey patches on the skin of her fingers too, and her tail bone was longer than normal. She felt over her entire body trying to find everything wrong. Her tongue was a bit oddly shaped and her teeth sharper than they should be- and her ears were pointed as well. Her vagina had shrunk again too- she would only be able to take medium or small dicks now. Did she spend too long as a dog?! No... last time she did not totally revert properly either. Every time she starts to change it seems to have a harder time turning her back when she finally cums. June needed to figure this magic out fast, or just steal the artifacts and run for it. She still did not know where or what the other artifacts even were though. And right now she just scrambled over to where she left her clothing- staying behind all the junk in storage to remain out of sight and then dressed herself and went back into the house to recover herself. She was so tuckered out from the experience she fell asleep without meaning to.
Her dreams were strange visions- a jumble of memories. Recalling moments from her life except in the dream she was a male dog during the memory! Then she also had a dream like her walk earlier in the day, except she was fully human still being walked on the leash. June was finally woken up in the early evening by one of the handlers shouting to call all the dogs together. June groaned as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and rolled into a sitting position at the side of the bed, looking at the window but not at an angle to be able to see the barn. Her panties were tented by her huge fat clit. In an instant her entire body seized up in pleasure and her clit surged in size! She could hear the dog whistle! It sounded just as loud and clearly as it had earlier- which means she can hear it better than ever, because she was upstairs in the farm house, like thirty yards away from where the whistle is! Her body rapidly started to transform back into a male dog! She stumbled from the edge of the bed and grabbed onto the window sill to steady herself.
"F-fuuuuck. Oooh gods it feels so gooood. Hnggh~ s-so go-ooooh- oood." She watched the dogs down below erupt one after another, staggered streams of white firing into the air and splashing down on the ground. "M-more.... just... a b-b-b-ihaahit.... more... aaaah!"
She came explosively against the wall under the window! The changes immediately stopped and reversed without having turned her into a full dog in the first place. Her tongue however was bigger and her tail large enough to now host a layer of short fur! The joints in her hands and feet were stiff and clicked occasionally when she used them because the bones did not quite sit correctly, but outwardly they still looked like normal hands- well, except the claws. June drank some water from the bathroom tap so she would not have to go downstairs and risk someone spotting her in this state and then flopped right back into bed. All she could think about right now is maybe it needs time to reset. Maybe if she just goes to sleep it will get better by morning. There was no point trying to find the other relics in the night- any sounds she makes will be more noticeable and they are hidden away somewhere. The only way she is going to find them is by following someone else going to get them. Either from sleeping before though, or simply the state of her body- June could not go back to sleep. She spent several hours tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable. Her body was hot and she can't sleep on the warm part of the bed. Her huge clit kept catching and dragging on the sheets causing her to yelp in surprise from the shock of unwanted pleasure. It was almost worse than a penis because at least with a canine penis there is a sheath to house it and a small bone to help direct it- as a clit it was too huge to fit into its hood so it was just out and all over the place.
She tried to roll onto her back to avoid it squeezing between herself and the mattress. After a short while she caught herself thrusting up into the sheets over her and grabbed the engorged clit in surprise. It felt like she was sliding her hand down it, but it was the other way around- her clit was growing up through her hand! It throbbed fatter and grew longer as her vagina involuntarily clenched and started to shrink closed! Her teeth started to sharpen and she quickly got up. She needed to get mounted by one of the dogs to get off, quick! Her hands and feet were already clicking so she knew trying to stay inside and masturbate was going to fail. June stumbled several times and had to grab onto something to steady herself as she snuck downstairs on feet quickly devolving into paws. By the time she got out the front door June was hunched over rather far, no longer able to stand up straight and skittering unstable on full paws. Her clit now a penis and almost full size- it just into the front of her skirt. He did not put on panties, knowing it would not fit properly. When he burst into the barn all the dogs yipped in surprise and even June smiled a bit as he walked in on a canine orgy! They had been breaking the rules to get off whenever they want when the humans turn their backs. Seeing June's throbbing red phallus again though, several of the dogs broke off to go help him with his problem.
Ore and Jet came over and rolled onto their backs, showing off their own dicks nearly twice as big each as June's. June slipped her skirt off right away. The two retrievers were butt to butt, so June climbed and squat over them, pushing both dicks to face upward and slowly sat on them! The two shafts were side by side, so June got penetrated by both at the same time! He had to go slow as they were large, so two at once was a bit much- but that also presumably meant he would cum faster and turn back. June rocked back and forth, feeling one shaft then the other slide a bit out and then in, also rubbing on one another inside of him. His limbs and tail were almost entirely turned, now his body grew hair and his breasts shrank away, causing his shirt to fall loose on his torso- at least till his fur grew long enough to fill it again. June let out a very unfeminine moan and fell forward in surprise as Pip snuck up and swallowed his penis! A dog blowjob? June would have been afraid of all the fangs, but he seemed to be doing just fine. Pip's mouth was pretty tiny but his tongue was still really big for him, so he made good use of it. June still had two dicks in his butt, and now his own being sucked on by a tiny dog. June glanced ahead; back toward the front of the barn, and for a moment could see nothing but a wall of red. As his eyes focused his mouth started to hang open.
Barrus' erection looked like a traffic cone sitting on a basketball. Any customers that wanted a sample of ol' Barrus needed to go the artificial insemination route because there is no living breed of canine that would not die from internal bleeding from attempting to take that monumental cock. June's mouth opened slowly just from shock. He started to groan as the mouth stretched larger- more sharp teeth forming to fill the growing space and his voice distorted back to that of a dog. Colors started to fade as smells became amplified many times over- dogs are mostly color blind. June drooled a bit, at first his mouth watering at the sight of the mega dick, but once his mouth started to reshape it made it really hard to hold the moisture in his mouth. Barrus stepped forward as June's face stretched out and slowly slid the shaft in past his black lips. June tried his best to take it all, but even after having his head fully turn dog, his mouth still wasn't big enough to take the entire shaft, never mind the knot. No ones mouth was that big! The hot smooth, ultra taught skin of Barrus' shaft throbbed in his mouth as he sucked. When June got as far down the shaft as possible he could almost touch Barrus' knot with his tongue. With all the stimulation, June did not hold out long and came first into Pip's mouth. June unintentionally gripped Barrus' shaft tighter from the involuntary muscle spasms from all the pleasure- causing Barrus to cum second. June had to swallow fast- so much shaft stretched his mouth open so wide there was no room for the cum to escape so it was swallow or drown. He was barely conscious as the cum fired into him and he reverted to human. The increase in body weight as he returned human pressed on Ore and Jet's crotches and caused them to both cum together, last.
Barrus slid off and bent over to clean himself off fully before his giant pillar returned to the sheath. June slowly popped off the two retrievers, recovering from her dizziness slowly. He looked himself over and his heart tightened in worry. He blacked out momentarily before when reverting- this time he came close to blacking out but remained conscious. He still had a penis! He still had balls too- but they shrank to the size of grapes. He still had a full sized tail, the fur just became shorter. The fur on most of his body was gone but he still had paws instead of hands and feet. His breasts returned but only B cups instead of the Ds he was supposed to have. His face and head returned to normal but he still had full though naked dog ears, and his lips and the end of his nose were still glossy black.
June flopped over and let out a very animal whimper. "Noo... why arr I stirrr drrg?" He glanced over to the rack of equipment but noticed the whistle was missing. "Why thrrs happrrn in thrr first prace?"
Yu seen June moping and came over to cheer him up, climbing over the overturned half-husky man to lick his face. Yu did not get off yet like the others though- so his bobbing erection unintentionally rubbed on June's which had not completely softened yet. The feeling of the two red rockets rubbing caused June to buck a little, rubbing them together more.
"Maybrr ARK... arr just nrrd to get off more?" He started to thrust more and Yu held still to brace his phallus against it. "Yrrs, a bit murr. Rark! Yu grrd boy..." They both let out a slight grunt as their knots caught on one another's and popped over and around.
There was a faint high tone sound in the air and all of the dogs' ears perked up, and Yu and June especially flinched at a powerful tingle of pleasure washed over them! June lay his head down on the ground to look upside down to the front of the barn and his heart jumped as he seen May standing there smiling, with the whistle in her hand!
"We don't have a husky yet. Thought you could pull a fast one on us, huh? You are not the first spy the arcane university sent, June."
"Wrr?! Hrrr row.... h-hrow did yrr?"
"You left your clothes in the barn yesterday- the dorm room key to your place at the university was on your key-chain with the arcane university emblem on it. You see, it seems some people have the ability to hear the whistle even though normally only the dogs can, but the spell was only really meant for dogs- so if a non dog hears it a little bit, they become a dog a little bit. But the more dog you are, the more clearly you can hear it."
"Arr don't know w-ARK... what yrr have agrrnst the univrrrsrrty, but arr nrrd hrrp!"
"Don't have to play dumb June. Like I said, you are not the first they sent. We already know you were sent here to try and steal the relics. I mean, there is four others from the university here right now."
June's eyes flashed in surprise, looking around the room but not seeing anyone else. Then his heart started to tighten in worry again when he remembered the unusual signs of intellect from the dogs. Oh no.
May shrugged. "There are no dogs on this ranch. The pack is made up of all the people who tried to take what isn't theirs. This land was passed down through our family, and the relics were dug up from this land- they belong to us. They are from our ancestors, not yours." She chuckled at June's surprise. "Because the university teaches you to heighten your senses to be able to detect radiant mana levels, it seems everyone they have sent so far has keen enough hearing that they can hear the whistle. We are just country folk so we don't hear a damn thing- so it does nothing to us."
May seen the two dicks twitching against each other and blew a short tune in the whistle. June went rock hard, and the penis of all the other dogs started to reemerge. Yu on the other hand trembled and burst, unintentionally spraying cum all over June below him! Embarrassed, Yu backed up off of June.
While June was distracted trying to wipe the cum off his face with his paws, May walked up and reached down to him. May very gently grabbed his erect penis, confusing him for a moment. There was an odd feeling tingling into him and the veins in his shaft bloated and throbbed hard for a moment, pulsing backwards up through his taint. June squirmed, not sure what was going on but then spotted a glowing gemstone! May wore another relic- a ring! June tried to pull his dick out but May only tightened her grip.
"This ring imbues the curse of pleasure. It works on anything, not just dogs. It is very good for subduing a threat without violence. It's effects are very... distracting." June and May both watched as the shaft started to pulse more powerfully, trembling a bit each time. She slowly let go of the phallus as it began to grow. "Now you can really be just like the others."
"NO! S-strrrp...ah~!" June scrambled to get to his feet but the pleasure pulses robbed his limbs of their strength, so the best he could do was get into a sitting position. "Errrts gettrrn wrrrrs, rark!"
He felt his entire body trying to become more dog again, and tried to fight it the best he could- which was better than usual thanks to the fear of the situation working against any arousal. The feeling did not stop but the changes did not continue- it was at a stalemate. May crouched down in front of June, watching his body twitch and his facial expression scrunch up with effort trying to resist.
"Aww, you look like something is wrong, little guy. Maybe if you are good I will consider letting you go eventually." May leaned in a bit closer, holding the whistle up. "Tell me- what does it sound like? You can hear it, so what does the whistle sound like?"
"Ert...ert sounds..." He groaned and his dick wobbled on its own several times as a trail of pre traced down the shaft on either side, making it nice and shiny. "Grrrd... ert sounds s-sooo..." A few more throbs, and the shaft grew a little. "Grrrrrrrd... er... RARK! " The penis jumped and spat a thick blob of pre into the air.
His balls returned to proper size and his shaft grew a bit bigger again. Fur started growing on his back and his breasts tightened ready to shrink back.
May blew on the whistle from several inches away, so the sound was quiet. "Did it sound like this?" All the dogs became stiff from the pleasure firing through them in rapid fire pulses, all of their dicks started to jump and dribble. Even Yu was returning to erection even though he just came! "Does this... sound good to you?" May continued to blow at the whistle rather than into it- her breath catching on the mouth piece just enough to still make sound.
June's hips reshaped forcing him to lift his butt up slightly and he involuntarily started to make shallow thrusts. His breasts were quickly vanishing and the fur spreading, his neck reshaped preventing him from talking properly. His balls started to get bigger than when fully transformed- his dick already a good bit larger than it was supposed to be able to get! The curse of pleasure is what made the dogs all hyper endowed! It put them at the mercy of their own cocks! They were too consistently horny to try and plot revenge against the ranchers or put together elaborate escape plans. The larger the dicks grew the more in charge their phallus's got, and the less in charge the actual dog became. June tried to think unsexy thoughts but even then it was barely slowing the changes down thanks to the electric jolts of pleasure the whistle forced into him! His body was practically vibrating along with the sound. Even several seconds after the sound stopped the pleasure was slow to fade, so it never had a chance to completely stop between her blows even though May was deliberately going slow to taunt June. June's face started to push outward, stretching out the last bit of his human side so no one would recognize him to be able to save him. If and when the university sent another spy; just like June, they will not be able to tell that the dogs used to all be people!
May watched June's expressions closely as his human face deformed into a dogs. His dick was wobbling along with his heart beat, but also shook each time there was a throb of pleasure and spat a bit more pre, coating the shaft and knot before pooling on the top of the scrotum and overflowing onto the ground. Even with his butt raised a bit off the ground, his balls were fully resting against it- now at least twice their former maximum size! May slowly put her lips onto the whistle, never breaking eye contact with June. She gave a quick but sharp toot on the whistle and two dogs hit climax, all the others bowed down and bucked their hips up as their dicks shook and throbbed in time together, splattering the floor with doggy pre. June fell forward fully onto all four as well, almost hitting May with the length of the stream of pre that jumped out! His dick slapped his now fully furry chest as his face finished crunching outward into a proper dog head, but then his dick slapped the floor before bobbing back up! June looked down to see how large it was to be able to slap the floor while fully standing on all fours and whimpered at the sight! He could see the tip by looking straight down! It was so huge its length surpassed his front legs! June went back into a sitting position right away as if to somehow distance himself from the angrily throbbing phallus but of course it followed him, now bobbing straight up. There was a pool of pre that collected in the pit at the end just below the urethral point.
May knelt down a bit more. "My... what a big endowment you have. The better to experience pleasure with, right my dear?" She smiled at the dazed and worry filled expression in June's eyes- he could not look away from the giant cock threatening to be even bigger. "It looks so good, doesn't it?" May put her hand gently on the knot- as big as two softballs pressed together- and gently rubbed around the curve. "Don't you just want to... give it a taste?"
With a single finger May pressed the shaft toward June, pressing the tip against his mouth. He did not open it, but the pool of pre spilled down his chin making him lick it off. But tasting the salty lube, he then licked it off the shaft and May pressed a little harder forward and the tip entered his mouth. He sucked a bit and the pleasure made him thrust involuntarily, sinking more dick into his mouth. His eyes went wide, surprised by his own actions but his body seemed to go into auto pilot and before he knew it he flopped over onto his side with half his own cock stuffed in his mouth as he was humping his own face! May stood up with a nod and turned her back to the dogs before blowing fully into the whistle. Several of them came so hard they howled their pleasure as the floor was once again painted white. June exploded into his own mouth, swallowing frantically as the gigantic dick throbbed powerfully in obedience of the whistle.
"That's it- accept it. Drink it in- that is you now June." May placed the whistle back on the shelf- too high up for even Barrus to be able to reach on his hind legs. "Instead of stealing our relics, you gave us a new dog. Now, the spell isn't permanent of course. I can undo the curse of pleasure using the ring on you again, if you want?" She leaned toward them again. "Do... you want me to take it off?"
"RAR, raroo h-hark, ruh..."
"Excuse me? Run that by me again?"
"Ruff... rur....hrrrnnn...." June lowered his ears and whined, realizing May was just taunting him again. He could not speak to be able to ask her to remove it.
May smiled. "As for the transformation, it runs out when the horniness does, but acting and thinking like a dog causes the transformation to progress beyond its normal 'complete' state, so when you turn back after there are still residual traces. Those go away eventually too, they just take a bit longer. You've done it so many times in a row though, that even after the spell cleared you are still 100% dog. But again- temporary. Just don't get too horny in the meantime and you should turn back in about a days time. If you do get off in that form again before it reverts though I would expect it would add another day to your sentence." May glanced at the whistle on the shelf, then back to June and smiled wickedly. "Welcome to the pack, would-be-thief." | STORY |
Cheap FLAT RATE InState, USA, Worldwide Calling
------=_NextPart_000_00C5_81A02D8D.A0703A60
Content-Type: text/html; charset="iso-8859-1"
Content-Transfer-Encoding: base64
PEhUTUw+DQo8VFI+PFREPjxGT05UIGZhY2U9IkFyaWFsLCBWZXJkYW5hLCBI
ZWx2ZXRpY2EiIHNpemU9LTE+DQo8Rk9OVCBTSVpFPTIuNSBDT0xPUj0jMDAw
MDAwPjxmb250IGZhY2U9VGFob21hPg0KSGksIGptIC0gPGJyPjxicj4NClF1
ZXN0aW9uIC0gPGI+Q2FuIHlvdSBiZWF0IExvbmcgRGlzdGFuY2UgZm9yIDxG
T05UIGNvbG9yPSNmZjAwMDA+VW5kZXIgNCBDZW50cy9NaW48L0ZPTlQ+Pzwv
Yj48QlI+PEJSPg0KSGVyZSBpcyBhIHN1bW1hcnkgb2YgdGhpcyBzZXJ2aWNl
Ojxicj48YnI+DQombmJzcDsmbmJzcDsmbmJzcDs8Rk9OVCBjb2xvcj0jMDAw
MGZmIGZhY2U9V2luZ2RpbmdzIHNpemU9Mz4oPC9GT05UPiZuYnNwOyZuYnNw
Ow0KQ292ZXJzIDx1PkFMTDwvdT4gPGI+SW4tU3RhdGU8L2I+IFRvbGwgY2Fs
bHMgYW5kIHRvIDx1PkFMTDwvdT4gPGI+NTAgU3RhdGVzPC9iPjxicj48YnI+
DQombmJzcDsmbmJzcDsmbmJzcDs8Rk9OVCBjb2xvcj0jMDAwMGZmIGZhY2U9
V2luZ2RpbmdzIHNpemU9Mz4oPC9GT05UPiZuYnNwOyZuYnNwOw0KPGI+SU5U
RVJOQVRJT05BTDwvYj4gQ2FsbGluZyBvcHRpb25zPGJyPjxicj4NCiZuYnNw
OyZuYnNwOyZuYnNwOzxGT05UIGNvbG9yPSMwMDAwZmYgZmFjZT1XaW5nZGlu
Z3Mgc2l6ZT0zPig8L0ZPTlQ+Jm5ic3A7Jm5ic3A7DQo8Yj4yNC83IEFueXRp
bWU8L2I+IG1pbnV0ZXMgYW5kIDxiPkV2ZW5pbmcvV2Vla2VuZHM8L2I+PGJy
Pg0KJm5ic3A7Jm5ic3A7Jm5ic3A7Jm5ic3A7Jm5ic3A7Jm5ic3A7Jm5ic3A7
Jm5ic3A7Jm5ic3A7IA0KUHJvZ3JhbXMgc3RhcnRpbmcgYXMgTG93IGFzIDxi
PiQzMC9tb250aDwvYj48YnI+PGJyPg0KJm5ic3A7Jm5ic3A7Jm5ic3A7PEZP
TlQgY29sb3I9IzAwMDBmZiBmYWNlPVdpbmdkaW5ncyBzaXplPTM+KDwvRk9O
VD4mbmJzcDsmbmJzcDsNCjxiPjMtV2F5PC9iPiBhbmQgQ29uZmVyZW5jZSBD
YWxsaW5nIGluY2x1ZGVkPGJyPjxicj4NCiZuYnNwOyZuYnNwOyZuYnNwOzxG
T05UIGNvbG9yPSMwMDAwZmYgZmFjZT1XaW5nZGluZ3Mgc2l6ZT0zPig8L0ZP
TlQ+Jm5ic3A7Jm5ic3A7DQo8Yj5ObzwvYj4gR2ltbWlja3MsIERlcG9zaXRz
LCBDb250cmFjdHMsIG9yIENyZWRpdCBDaGVja3M8YnI+PGJyPg0KJm5ic3A7
Jm5ic3A7Jm5ic3A7PEZPTlQgY29sb3I9IzAwMDBmZiBmYWNlPVdpbmdkaW5n
cyBzaXplPTM+KDwvRk9OVD4mbmJzcDsmbmJzcDsNCkdldCA8Yj5GUkVFPC9i
PiBMaWZldGltZSBTZXJ2aWNlIG9yIEhpZ2ggTGV2ZWxzIG9mPGJyPg0KJm5i
c3A7Jm5ic3A7Jm5ic3A7Jm5ic3A7Jm5ic3A7Jm5ic3A7Jm5ic3A7Jm5ic3A7
Jm5ic3A7ICAgIA0KPGI+SU5DT01FPC9iPiB3aXRoIG91ciA8ST5SZWZlcnJh
bCBQcm9ncmFtPC9JPjxicj48YnI+DQpUaGlzIGlzIGEgPGI+SGlnaCBRdWFs
aXR5PC9iPiBhbmQgPGI+RGVwZW5kYWJsZTwvYj4gTEQgc2VydmljZSB0aGF0
IGFsc28gb2ZmZXJzPGJyPg0KYSBncmVhdCBzdXBwb3J0IHN5c3RlbSBmb3Ig
YnVpbGRpbmcgYSBsdWNyYXRpdmUgaG9tZSBidXNpbmVzcyBlaXRoZXI8YnI+
DQpvbiBJbnRlcm5ldCBvciBvZmYtbGluZSB3aXRoIFZFUlkgaGlnaCBkZW1h
bmQgcHJvZHVjdHMhPEJSPg0KPGJyPg0KPEZPTlQgc2l6ZT0zIGZvbnQgY29s
b3I9IiNmZjAwMDAiPjxiPkZvciBNb3JlIEluZm9ybWF0aW9uIC4gLiAuIC4g
PC9iPjwvRk9OVD48YnI+PGJyPg0KV2l0aCBtYW55IGRpZmZlcmVudCBJbnRl
cm5ldCBBZHMsIEkgbXVzdCB2ZXJpZnkgZ2VudWluZSBJbnRlcmVzdCwgc28u
Li4uLjxicj4NCmZvciBkZXRhaWxzLCBwbGVhc2UgdXNlIHRoaXMgbGluayBh
bmQgPHU+dGVsbCBtZSB5b3UgYXJlIGludGVyZXN0ZWQ8L3U+Ojxicj48YnI+
DQombmJzcDsmbmJzcDsmbmJzcDsmbmJzcDs8Rk9OVCBzaXplPTIuNSBmb250
PjxiPjxBIGhyZWY9Im1haWx0bzpGbGF0c2F2MTEyQGV4Y2l0ZS5jb20/U3Vi
amVjdD1TRU5EX01PUkVfSU5GTyI+PGZvbnQgY29sb3I9IiNmZjAwMDAiPiZs
dDtJJ00gSU5URVJFU1RFRCZndDs8L2ZvbnQ+PC9BPjwvYj48L2ZvbnQ+PGJy
Pg0KPGJyPg0KJm5ic3A7Jm5ic3A7Jm5ic3A7Jm5ic3A7PEZPTlQgY29sb3I9
IiMwMDAwMDAiIHNpemU9Mj4oTm90ZTogcGxlYXNlIDxiPkRvIE5PVDwvYj4g
c2ltcGx5IHVzZSBSZXBseSAtIEkgd29uJ3QgZ2V0IHlvdXIgbWVzc2FnZSk8
YnI+PGJyPg0KKiAqICogKiAqICogKiAqICogKiAqICogKiAqICogKiAqICog
KiAqICogKiAqICogKiAqICogKiAqICogKiAqICogKiAqICogKiAqICogKjwv
Zm9udD48YnI+DQo8Rk9OVCBjb2xvcj0iIzAwMDAwMCIgc2l6ZT0yPjxiPlRI
SVMgTUVTU0FHRSBJUyBBRFZFUlRJU0VEIElOIE1BTlkgV0FZUzwvYj4sIHNv
IGlmIGl0PGJyPg0KZG9lc24ndCBpbnRlcmVzdCB5b3UsIHlvdSBjYW4gaW5z
dXJlIHlvdSB3b24ndCBnZXQgZnV0dXJlIGVtYWlsczxicj4NCmJ5IHVzaW5n
IHRoaXMgbGluazogPGI+PGZvbnQgY29sb3I9IiMwMDAwZmYiPiA8L2ZvbnQ+
PC9iPjxiPjxBIGhyZWY9Im1haWx0bzp1bnN1YnNjcjExMkBleGNpdGUuY29t
P1N1YmplY3Q9U0VORF9OT19NQUlMIj5OTyBFTUFJTFM8L0E+PC9iPjxicj4N
CjwvRk9OVD48L2Rpdj4NCjxicj4NCjxGT05UIHNpemU9MT4gPGZvbnQgY29s
b3I9IiNGRkZGRkYiPjkyOTZ3Q09YNi02OTRHVHhKNjkyMnRqVnUxLTQ1NHNs
QDMwPC9mb250Pg0KPC9UUj4NCjwvSFRNTD4NCg==
| SPAM |
Lizzy has spent most of her life watching her friends, 'The Buccaneers', as they called themselves, falling in and out of love. But having resigned to the fact that her only hope for freedom is to be great, Elizabeth travels to Europe to master her art and banish all foolish ideas of romance.
While in Paris, not only is she reunited and forced to face Guy Thwarte, she meets the charming frenchman Mathieu who takes an interest in the wallflower...
What is a lady to do?
︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵
┏━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━┓
𝔼𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕙 𝔼𝕝𝕞𝕤𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙
┗━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━┛
𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈, 𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒹𝑜𝓂 𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃.
┏━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━┓
𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕖𝕦 ℝ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕦
┗━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━┛
"𝒞𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒸𝓇𝓊𝑒𝓁 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓃𝑔𝓉𝒽 𝐿𝒾𝓏𝓏𝓎."
┏━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━┓
𝔾𝕦𝕪 𝕋𝕙𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖
┗━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━┛
"𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓈 𝒾𝒻 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈, 𝐼'𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓀 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒."
︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ | STORY |
Got Leads?
<html>
HEY, I AM FORWARDING YOU THE AD THEY SENT ME.
I TRIED THE LEADS AND THINK WE SHOULD USE THEM FOR OUR TEAM.
WHAT DO YOU THINK?
THANKS,
JOHN
<head>
<meta http-equiv=3D"Content-Type" content=3D"text/html; charset=3Dwindows=
-1252">
<meta name=3D"GENERATOR" content=3D"Microsoft FrontPage 4.0">
<meta name=3D"ProgId" content=3D"FrontPage.Editor.Document">
<title>LEAD SALE EXTENDED</title>
</head>
<body text=3D"#000000">
<form method=3D"POST" enctype=3D"text/plain" action=3D"mailto:thekey@btam=
ail.net.cn?subject=3DNeed Leads">
<p><b> YOU HAVE BEEN INVITED TO JOIN THE CO-OP</b></p>
<table border=3D"1" width=3D"102%" bordercolor=3D"#000080" bgcolor=3D"#=
000080">
<tr>
<td width=3D"100%"><b><font size=3D"7" color=3D"#FFFFFF">LEAD SALE =
EXTENDED</font></b></td>
</tr>
</table>
<table border=3D"0" width=3D"100%">
<tr>
<td width=3D"100%">
<p align=3D"center"><b><font size=3D"3" color=3D"#000000">We have=
recently put
together a lead co-op specifically for your group. We have =
been
able to lock the price at as little as 50 cents per lead!! =
Leads
are normally $1-$3 per...</font></b></td>
</tr>
</table>
<table border=3D"0" width=3D"100%">
<tr>
<td width=3D"16%" bordercolor=3D"#FFFFFF" bgcolor=3D"#FFFFFF"> =
;</td>
<td width=3D"84%">
<ul>
<li>
<p align=3D"left"><b><font size=3D"3" color=3D"#000000">So...=
.</font></b></li>
<li>
<p align=3D"left"><b><font size=3D"3" color=3D"#000000">SIGN =
UP TODAY....</font></b></li>
<li>
<p align=3D"left"><b><font size=3D"3" color=3D"#000000">GET O=
UR LEADS....</font></b></li>
<li>
<p align=3D"left"><b><font size=3D"3" color=3D"#000000">AND G=
ET TO WORK!!</font></b></li>
</ul>
<table border=3D"0" width=3D"100%" bordercolor=3D"#000080" bgcolo=
r=3D"#000080">
<tbody>
<tr>
<td bgColor=3D"#000000" width=3D"100%">
<b><font color=3D"#FF0000" size=3D"5">Here is what we hav=
e
to offer you:</font></b>
</td>
</tr>
</tbody>
</table>
<table border=3D"0" width=3D"100%">
<tbody>
<tr>
<td width=3D"78%">
<b><u>NETWORK MARKETER OR GIFTER CONTACTS</u></b>
<ul>
<li><b>All Leads Guaranteed To Be Network Marketers / o=
r
Gifters</b>
<li><b>Guaranteed To Be Current, Active and Experienced=
</b>
<li><b>Leads, Have Either Responded To A Internet Quest=
ionnaire, Or
Are Already On Our Contact List, Of Current, Active
Networkers, Open To Opportunity.</b>
<li><b>Leads Include: [At Least]=
Name, Phone, And Email</b></li>
</ul>
<p>
</td>
</tr>
</tbody>
</table>
</td>
</tr>
</table>
<p align=3D"center"><b>***USE US AS A TOOL TO BUILD YOUR BUSINESS!!&nbs=
p; REFER
AS MANY PEOPLE AS YOU CAN. EARN A TRUE RESIDUAL INCOME BY THE
DUPLICATION OF YOUR TEAM, CAUSE REMEMBER......</b></p>
<table border=3D"0" width=3D"100%">
<tr>
<td width=3D"100%" bgcolor=3D"#000000" bordercolor=3D"#000000">
<p align=3D"center"><b><font color=3D"#FF0000">[Remember] </font>=
<font color=3D"#FFFFFF">
</font></b><font color=3D"#FFFFFF" size=3D"3"><b>Your System Now
Includes A Proven Lead System. </b></font><b><font size=3D"=
2" color=3D"#FFFFFF">
</font><font color=3D"#FF0000"><font size=3D"2">[</font>Remember]=
</font></b></td>
</tr>
</table>
<p>____________________________________________________________________=
_</p>
<table border=3D"0" width=3D"100%">
<tr>
<td width=3D"100%">
<p align=3D"center"><b><font color=3D"#FF0000" size=3D"5">Replace=
ment Policy
[Our Leads Are Guaranteed]</font></b></p>
<ul>
<li>
<p align=3D"left"><b>Any Unusable Lead Ie. Missin=
g Info,
Invalid Info, Any Just Real Negative Response Towards You On =
The
Phone..... <font color=3D"#ff0000">REPLACED</font></b></p>
</li>
</ul>
<table border=3D"0" width=3D"100%">
<tr>
<td width=3D"100%" bgcolor=3D"#000000" bordercolor=3D"#000000=
">
<p align=3D"center"><b><font color=3D"#ff0000">Replacement =
Leads Given
- No Questions Asked. Just Let Us Know What You=
Need
And We Will Get It Handled.</font></b></td>
</tr>
</table>
<p align=3D"center"><b><font color=3D"#000000">PLEASE COMPLETE TH=
E FOLLOWING FORM </font></b></p>
</td>
</tr>
</table>
<table border=3D"1" width=3D"100%" bordercolor=3D"#000000" bgcolor=3D"#=
000000">
<tr>
<td width=3D"100%">
<table border=3D"0" width=3D"100%">
<tr>
<td width=3D"20%" align=3D"right"><b><font size=3D"3" color=3D=
"#FFFFFF">NAME</font></b></td>
<td width=3D"20%" align=3D"left">
<p align=3D"left"><font color=3D"#FFFFFF"><input type=3D"te=
xt" name=3D"Name" size=3D"20"></font></td>
<td width=3D"20%" align=3D"right"><b><font size=3D"3" color=3D=
"#FFFFFF">PHONE</font></b></td>
<td width=3D"20%"><font color=3D"#FFFFFF"><input type=3D"text=
" name=3D"Phone" size=3D"20"></font></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width=3D"20%" align=3D"right"><b><font size=3D"3" color=3D=
"#FFFFFF">EMAIL</font></b></td>
<td width=3D"20%" align=3D"left"><font color=3D"#FFFFFF"><inp=
ut type=3D"text" name=3D"Email" size=3D"20"></font></td>
<td width=3D"20%" align=3D"right"><b><font size=3D"3" color=3D=
"#FFFFFF">TIME
TO CALL</font></b></td>
<td width=3D"20%"><font color=3D"#FFFFFF"><input type=3D"text=
" name=3D"Time2Call" size=3D"18"><select size=3D"1" name=3D"TimeZone">
<option>PST</option>
<option>MNT</option>
<option>CST</option>
<option>EST</option>
<option>OTHER</option>
</select></font></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width=3D"20%" align=3D"right"><b><font size=3D"3" color=3D=
"#FFFFFF">COMPANY
YOU ARE WITH</font></b></td>
<td width=3D"60%" align=3D"left" colspan=3D"3"><font color=3D=
"#FFFFFF"><input type=3D"text" name=3D"Company" size=3D"50"></font></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width=3D"20%" align=3D"right"><font color=3D"#FFFFFF"><in=
put type=3D"text" name=3D"DOWNLINE_MEMBERS" size=3D"13"></font></td>
<td width=3D"60%" align=3D"left" colspan=3D"3"><b><font color=
=3D"#FFFFFF">HOW
MANY DOWNLINE MEMBERS DO YOU HAVE THAT MAY ALSO NEED LEADS?=
</font></b></td>
</tr>
</table>
<p align=3D"center"><input type=3D"submit" value=3D"Submit" name=3D=
"B1"><input type=3D"reset" value=3D"Reset" name=3D"B2"></p>
</td>
</tr>
</table>
<p align=3D"center"> </p>
<p align=3D"center"> </p>
<p align=3D"center"> </p>
<p align=3D"center"> </p>
<p align=3D"center"> </p>
<p align=3D"center"> </p>
<p align=3D"center"> </p>
<p align=3D"center"><b><font size=3D"2"><font color=3D"#000000">You hav=
e received this
Message because of a past Client/Service Relationship we had with you. =
If this
might be inaccurate, or you simply wish to be Removed from all future N=
otices,
then</font><font color=3D"#FF0000"> <a href=3D"mailto:removes@btamail.=
net.cn?subject=3DRemove" target=3D"_blank">CLICK
HERE</a></font></font></b></p>
<table border=3D"0" width=3D"100%">
<tr>
<td width=3D"100%" bgcolor=3D"#000000" bordercolor=3D"#000000"><fon=
t size=3D"5"> </font></td>
</tr>
</table>
</form>
</body>
</html>
| SPAM |
One Sale - Three Commission Streams
This is a multi-part message in MIME format.
------=_NextPart_000_C16F3_01C260C3.2978B160
Content-Type: text/plain;
charset="Windows-1252"
Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable
An Additional Income Stream
from your current book of business!
=09
=09
Agent Commission:
$92,000=20
Client:
87-year-old male
82-Year-old female
Result:
$2,300,000 second to die
policy, minimal cash value. Policy was no longer
required. Insured utilized a
life settlement and received
$300,000. Agent Commission:
$30,000=20
Client:
70-year-old male with health complications
Result:
$1,000,000 policy with small
cash value. Insured utilized
a life settlement and
received $300,000. Agent Commission:
$90,000=20
Client:
89-year-old female
Result:
$2,000,000 policy with an
annual premium of $110,000.
Policy expires at age 95.
Insured utilized a life
settlement and received
$325,000.=20
=09
=20
Multiple opportunities to earn commissions
from one strategy!=20
If any of your elderly client=92s health, personal, or financial
needs or circumstances have changed since the original life policy was
issued you have the opportunity to create an additional income stream
with Life Settlements:
? Earn a referral fee from a life settlement transaction.
? Trailer commission on the policy for the agent of record.
? Earn investment or annuity commissions from the capital created by=20
the life settlement transaction.
? Earn a commission on new life insurance products that better suit=20
your client=92s current needs.
? Earn a commission on the conversion if the policy being considered
is a term product.
?Earn additional commissions for referring other agents or agencies
to The Life Settlement Alliance.=20
=20
Call today for more information!
800-871-9440=97 or =97=20
Please fill out the form below for more information =20
Name: =09
E-mail: =20
Phone: =20
City: State: =20
=09
=20
The Life Settlement Alliance <http://www.lsalliance.com> =20
We don't want anyone to receive our mailings who does not wish to. This
is professional communication sent to insurance professionals. To be
removed from this mailing list, DO NOT REPLY to this message. Instead,
go here: http://www.Insuranceiq.com/optout
<http://www.Insuranceiq.com/optout/>=20
Legal Notice <http://www.insuranceiq.com/legal.htm> =20
------=_NextPart_000_C16F3_01C260C3.2978B160
Content-Type: text/html;
charset="iso-8859-1"
Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable
<html>
<head>
<title>One Sale - Three Commission Streams</title>
<meta http-equiv=3D"Content-Type" content=3D"text/html; =
charset=3Diso-8859-1">
</head>
<body bgcolor=3D"#FFFFFF" text=3D"#000000">
<font face=3D"Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">
<table width=3D"550" border=3D"1" align=3D"center" cellpadding=3D"0" =
cellspacing=3D"0" bordercolor=3D"#000000" bgcolor=3D"#FFFFFF">
<tr>=20
<td>
<img src=3D"http://iiq.us/Images/vbi/lsa/20020730-101a.gif" alt=3D"An =
Additional Income Stream" width=3D"550" height=3D"39"><br>
<img src=3D"http://iiq.us/Images/vbi/lsa/20020730-102a.gif" =
alt=3D"from your current book of business!" width=3D"550" =
height=3D"43"><br>
<img src=3D"http://iiq.us/Images/vbi/lsa/20020730-103a.jpg" =
width=3D"275" height=3D"206"><img =
src=3D"http://iiq.us/Images/vbi/lsa/20020730-104a.jpg" width=3D"275" =
height=3D"206"></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>
<table width=3D"100%" cellpadding=3D"0" cellspacing=3D"0" =
border=3D"0" bgcolor=3D"#ffffff">
<tr>=20
<td width=3D"5"> </td>
<td width=3D"180"><img =
src=3D"http://iiq.us/Images/vbi/lsa/20020730-201a.gif" width=3D"180" =
height=3D"43"></td>
<td width=3D"180"><img =
src=3D"http://iiq.us/Images/vbi/lsa/20020730-201b.gif" width=3D"180" =
height=3D"43"></td>
<td width=3D"180"><img =
src=3D"http://iiq.us/Images/vbi/lsa/20020730-201c.gif" width=3D"180" =
height=3D"43"></td>
</tr>
<tr>=20
<td> </td>
<td valign=3D"top" =
background=3D"http://iiq.us/Images/vbi/lsa/20020730-203.gif">
<font size=3D"2">=20
<center>
<b>Agent Commission:<br>
<font color=3D"#FF0000" size=3D"3">$92,000</font></b>=20
</center>
<b><i> Client:</i></b><br>
87-year-old male<br>
82-Year-old female<br>
<br>
<i><b> Result:</b></i><br>
$2,300,000 second to die<br>
policy, minimal cash value. Policy was no longer<br>
required. Insured utilized a<br>
life settlement and received<br>
$300,000.
</font>
</td>
<td valign=3D"top" =
background=3D"http://iiq.us/Images/vbi/lsa/20020730-203.gif">
<font size=3D"2">
<center>
<b>Agent Commission:<br>
<font color=3D"#FF0000" size=3D"3">$30,000</font></b>
</center>
<b><i> Client:</i></b><br>
70-year-old male with health complications<br>
<br>
<i><b> Result:</b></i><br>
$1,000,000 policy with small<br>
cash value. Insured utilized<br>
a life settlement and<br>
received $300,000.
</font>
</td>
<td valign=3D"top" =
background=3D"http://iiq.us/Images/vbi/lsa/20020730-203.gif">=20
<font size=3D"2">
<center>
<b>Agent Commission:<br>
<font color=3D"#FF0000" size=3D"3">$90,000</font></b>
</center><br>
<b><i> Client:</i></b><br>
89-year-old female<br>
<br>
<i><b> Result:</b></i><br>
$2,000,000 policy with an<br>
annual premium of $110,000.<br>
Policy expires at age 95.<br>
Insured utilized a life<br>
settlement and received<br>
$325,000.
</font>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>=20
<td> </td>
<td><img src=3D"http://iiq.us/Images/vbi/lsa/20020730-205.gif" =
width=3D"180" height=3D"38"></td>
<td><img src=3D"http://iiq.us/Images/vbi/lsa/20020730-205.gif" =
width=3D"180" height=3D"38"></td>
<td><img src=3D"http://iiq.us/Images/vbi/lsa/20020730-205.gif" =
width=3D"180" height=3D"38"></td>
</tr>
</table>
<table width=3D"100%" cellpadding=3D"2" cellspacing=3D"2" =
border=3D"0" bgcolor=3D"#ffffff">
<tr>=20
<td> <img src=3D"http://iiq.us/Images/vbi/lsa/20020730-99.gif" =
width=3D"8" height=3D"8"><br>=20
<center>
<b><font size=3D"4">Multiple opportunities to earn =
commissions<br>
from one strategy!</font></b>=20
</center>
<font size=3D"2">
<blockquote> If any of your elderly client's health,=20
personal, or financial needs or circumstances have changed =
since=20
the original life policy was issued you have the =
opportunity to=20
create an additional income stream with Life =
Settlements:</blockquote>
<b><img src=3D"http://iiq.us/images/vbi/lsa/20020730-99.gif" =
width=3D"30" height=3D"147" align=3D"left">
• Earn a referral fee from a life settlement =
transaction.<br>
• Trailer commission on the policy for the agent of =
record.<br>
• Earn investment or annuity commissions from the =
capital created by <br>
the life settlement transaction.<br>
• Earn a commission on new life insurance products that =
better suit <br>
your client's current needs.<br>
• Earn a commission on the conversion if the policy =
being considered<br>
is a term product.<br>
•Earn additional commissions for referring other agents =
or agencies<br>
to The Life Settlement =
Alliance.</b></font>=20
</td>
</tr>
<tr>=20
<td align=3D"center">
<img src=3D"http://iiq.us/Images/vbi/lsa/20020730-99.gif" =
width=3D"8" height=3D"8"><br>=20
<b><font size=3D"2">Call today for more information!<br>
<img src=3D"http://iiq.us/Images/vbi/lsa/20020730-3.gif" =
alt=3D"800-871-9440" width=3D"540" height=3D"64">=20
— or — </font></b><br>=20
<table width=3D"95%" bgcolor=3D"#000000">
<tr>=20
<form method=3D"post" =
action=3D"http://65.217.159.103/response/response.asp">
<td>=20
<table width=3D"100%" border=3D"0" cellspacing=3D"0" =
cellpadding=3D"2" align=3D"center" bgcolor=3D"#cccccc">
<tr bgcolor=3D"#000066">=20
<td colspan=3D"5" align=3D"center"><b><font =
color=3D"#FFFFFF" size=3D"2">Please fill out the form below for more =
information</font></b></td>
</tr>
<tr>=20
<td width=3D"15%" align=3D"right"><b><font =
size=3D"2">Name:</font></b></td>
<td colspan=3D"3"> <input type=3D"text" =
name=3D"contactname" size=3D"50"></td>
<td rowspan=3D"5" valign=3D"middle" =
align=3D"center"><img src=3D"http://iiq.us/images/q.gif" width=3D"43" =
height=3D"50"></td>
</tr>
<tr>=20
<td width=3D"15%" align=3D"right"><b><font =
size=3D"2">E-mail:</font></b></td>
<td colspan=3D"3"> <input type=3D"text" =
name=3D"email" size=3D"50"></td>
</tr>
<tr>=20
<td width=3D"15%" align=3D"right"><b><font =
size=3D"2">Phone:</font></b></td>
<td colspan=3D"3"> <input type=3D"text" =
name=3D"phone" size=3D"50"></td>
</tr>
<tr>=20
<td width=3D"15%" align=3D"right"><b><font =
size=3D"2">City:</font></b></td>
<td width=3D"30%"> <input type=3D"text" =
name=3D"city" size=3D"20"></td>
<td width=3D"15%" align=3D"right"><b><font =
size=3D"2">State:</font></b></td>
<td width=3D"20%"> <input type=3D"text" =
name=3D"state" size=3D"2"></td>
</tr>
<tr>=20
<td width=3D"15%" align=3D"right"> </td>
<td width=3D"30%" colspan=3D'3'>=20
<input type=3D"submit" name=3D"btnsubmit" =
value=3D"Submit">=20
<input type=3D"hidden" =
name=3D"hdnRecipientTxt" value=3D"[email protected]">=20
<input type=3D"hidden" name=3D"hdnSubjectTxt" =
value=3D"VBI Ad Inquiry">=20
</td>
</tr>
</table>
</td>
<input type=3D'hidden' name=3D'SentTo' value=3D'304704'>
</form>
</tr>
</table>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>=20
<td align=3D"center"><a =
href=3D"http://www.lsalliance.com"><img =
src=3D"http://iiq.us/Images/vbi/lsa/20020730-4.gif" alt=3D"The Life =
Settlement Alliance" width=3D"254" height=3D"119" border=3D"0"></a></td>
</tr>
</table>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>=20
<td width=3D"100%" bgcolor=3D"#cccccc" align=3D"center">=20
<p><font face=3D"Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size=3D"1"> We =
don't want anyone=20
to receive our mailings who does not wish to. This is =
professional communication=20
sent to insurance professionals. To be removed from this mailing =
list,=20
<b>DO NOT REPLY</b> to this message. Instead, go here: <a =
href=3D"http://www.Insuranceiq.com/optout/">=20
http://www.Insuranceiq.com/optout</a></font></p>
</td>
</tr>
</table>
<center>
<font face=3D"Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size=3D"1"><a =
href=3D"http://www.insuranceiq.com/legal.htm">Legal Notice</a></font>=20
</center>
</font>=20
</body>
</html>
------=_NextPart_000_C16F3_01C260C3.2978B160--
| SPAM |
Apples and Pencil
This worksheet is a mathematics practice tool designed to help students understand and work with decimals. It presents a list of ten decimal numbers, each followed by an empty line, where students are instructed to write the numbers in expanded form. The worksheet is decorated with themed illustrations, including an apple and a pencil, to visually engage students.
The worksheet’s educational goal is to teach students to convert decimal numbers into their expanded form, which breaks down each number by its place value. This task helps students grasp the value of digits in different decimal places and reinforces their comprehension of the decimal system. Practicing expanded form is essential in building a strong foundation for more complex mathematical operations involving decimals. Through this exercise, students enhance their numerical literacy and learn to recognize the significance of each digit in a decimal number. | EDUCATION |
~I don't own the Gate: Jieitai Kanochi Nite and DBZ characters or images in this story; please support the original creators.~
~In the world of Gate: Jieitai Kanochi Nite~
The land of beasts, the tribes of warrior foxes, warrior cats, and warrior rabbits, as well as other tribes of warrior beasts, are all subject to the declaration of war by the Empire. To combat the Imperial threat, the tribes of the beast have formed alliances with one another, yet they have also come together, fully aware that they cannot defeat the Empire. Despite this, there are just a few forces that remain in the alliance. It is a plan that they have among the coalition of beasts that are within the ropes, but it is a plan that they will fail to implement. The Empire will enslave them, and they will lose everything they own.
The Imperial forces are about to launch an assault on the final remaining frontline of the Beast Alliance, which is now just one day away.
Prince Zorzal: Tomorrow is the day that the Empire will finally be able to defeat the Beasts Warriors and take control of their country. Even though they have formed an alliance, they do not have the strength to beat us. I already have a desire to have them for myself.
The expression on Zorzal's face was one of malicious intent and psychopathic tendencies.
~In the Capital of the Empire~
Piña, who desired to engage in a delicate conversation with the Emperor of the Empire, Molt, was seated on his throne in front of her.
Piña: Why, Father, would you allow an assault on the Land of Beasts that was entirely unwarranted and would have been unnecessary? For what reason did you permit Zorzal to carry it out?
Molt: Is it possible that you, Princess Piña, are questioning my orders?
Remarkably, Emperor Molt gazed intently at Princess Piña, imparting her with all the necessary explanations she required.
Piña: No, sir, I wasn't questioning your orders. I understand.
Princess Piña answered with a fearful tone and a look of disappointment in her father as she turned around and left the throne room.
Molt: I can't believe that my son would go to such lengths for something so insignificant as a fetish.
Although Molt was still considering how to approach this matter, he had already concluded that the invasion had been successful.
~With the final Beast Alliance Front~
In her barracks, the Queen of the Warrior Bunnies 🐰 was pondering the best way to save her people. She was thinking about what she might do to safeguard her tribe.
The bunny Queen was immediately taken out of her thoughts and distracted from what she was thinking as soon as someone knocked on the door before she approached the door to her barrack.
Tyuule "Queen Bunny": Come in.
Delilah: My Queen, I recently was informed that we have found a man lying in the woods. At the present moment, he is unconscious and has sustained significant injuries. I issued an order to bring him to our healers in camp.
Tyuule: A man? Is he a member of the Empire's armed forces?
Delilah: We do not have any information regarding that. In addition to that, he is clad in a unique armor and possesses a tail that resembles a monkey.
Tyuule: He may be one of us, yet which of the demihumans has a tail like a monkey? A race of demihumans that has a tail is something that I have never seen before, nor have I ever heard of. In any case, I will visit him tonight and report to the healers that they should make every effort to keep him alive and treat his wounds.
Immediately after leaving the barracks, Tyuule and Delilah begin their path toward the healer's camp. Almost immediately after their arrival, they approach the camp and see a group of healers removing the armor that was covering the body of the unconscious warrior.
The bunny queen makes her way over to the unconscious warrior. She sees he is a tall man with a tan tone skin color, a muscular build, and long and spiky black hair, sporting a bang from his forehead. She also notices he has scars on his upper torso and arms. She spots where the man's armor is stored, and she picks it up to study it.
Tyuule: There is a large amount of damage on this peculiar piece of armor. I can only imagine how brutal the battle was that this man was involved in. To be left in severe conditions.
Delilah: Even though the body armor this individual was wearing was wrecked beyond repair, it was not because of the use of swords or arrows. Upon closer inspection, you will notice that some areas have burnt and melted simultaneously. That is something that I have taken notice of, my queen.
Tyuule: Could magic have attacked him, maybe?
Delilah: Maybe. But what kind of magic could have been to do this type of damage and so close to camp that one noticed it?
Tyuule: Keep me informed if anything changes. I need to return to my barracks and prepare for the upcoming battles.
As Queen Tyuule was about to leave and head back toward her barracks, she noticed movement and a moaning noise from the mysterious man.
Aroke: Where I am, the most I remember is that I had gotten involved in exploiting the planet Vegeta.
As he continued to glance around him, Aroke had not spotted the two rabbits in front of him. He was attempting to determine whether or not he could recognize something up until the point where he eventually became interested in Tyuule and Delilah.
Aroke: Who are you?
Delilah: Be more careful how you address the Queen!
Tyuule: Come down, Delilah. Regarding your question, I am Tyuule, the Queen of the Tribe of Rabbit Warriors, and this is Dalila, my faithful guard. Some of my warriors found you lying on the ground in the forest. Delilah gave the order to bring you here so we could heal and tell us who you are and your name.
Aroke: My name is Aroke. Where am I? The last thing I remember was that I was on planet Vegeta. I must be dreaming. There's no way I could survive the planet's destruction
Tyuule: Aroke? And what are you? I see you have a tail. That should make a demihuman like us, but I have never seen or heard of a demihuman race having a monkey tail.
Aroke looks at both bunny women in front of him with confusion.
Aroke: I'm no demihuman; I'm a Saiyan.
Dalila was to speak and ask what a Saiyan was, but she couldn't because suddenly, a warrior named Mamina entered.
Mamina: Queen, the Empire has mobilized.
Tyuule: What? Impossible.
Delilah: When will they arrive?
Mommy: They'll be here within the next four hours! What do we do?
Tyuule: It can't be so soon. I thought we could have had more time to evacuate the elderly and the children.
Aroke: I guess I woke up at the right time, just before when all the fun was about to begin.
Tyuule: Mamina, Delilah, evacuate the others.
Delilah: Understood!
Mamina: Well, let's go, my Queen.
Tyuule: I won't go with you.
Dalila: But what are you saying, Tyuule? It would be best if you escaped as well.
Mamina: Yes! Tyuule, you are essential to the village!
Tyuule: I'm sorry, but someone has to entertain the Empire.
Dalila: But how are you going to do that?
Mamina: Wait a minute, you wouldn't think that-.
Tyuule: There are no other choices! Only by doing so will we be able to stop them and save our clan.
Mamina: Wait, I'll stay with you.
Delilah: Me too.
Tyuule: No! To halt the advance of the Empire's armies, someone would have to make a sacrifice. In my absence, it is up to you ladies to assume leadership of the clan, continue from where I left off, and ensure that the clan continues to exist.
Dalila: How exactly do you plan on doing that, though?
Mamina: Just for a second, I beg you, you are not considering doing what I am thinking about, are you?
Tyuule: Sorry that no more choices are open to us! It is only by this method that I shall be able to put a stop to the aggression of the Empire and its soldiers. Our remaining villages and the people will have a chance to survive due to this.
Mamina: Wait, I'll stay with you.
Delilah: Me too.
Tyuule: No! Someone must run the village in my absence.
Mamina: But.
Tyuule: Go now!
Delilah/Mamina: OK, let's go!
Since their Queen, or more accurately, their friend, was going to sacrifice herself as an enslaved person to prevent anyone from following them, tears started to pour out of their eyes.
Delilah: One day, we shall come to your rescue, Tyuule!
Aroke just stood there in silence, watching the three Bunnies warrior say their goodbye.
After leaving, Mamina and Dalila ran to help with the evacuation of the other villages. Aroke was simply studying the situation. He remained silent and cold. Tyuule then stared at Aroke.
Tyuule: You should also go; this area will soon become a disaster.
Aroke: As far as I can tell, you guys are involved in some kind of battle, and it seems you are losing the war. In my opinion, this is the perfect situation.
Tyuule: In what way?
Aroke: The Saiyan race naturally engages in fights. We are born to do so. And because I have accumulated a great deal of anger, I have no choice but to release it on someone or something.
Tyuule: Are you a Saiyan? I have never heard of them; is it the race you belong to?
Aroke: Yes. Mmmmmmm? I hear footsteps closing in.
Tyuule: It appears that they have arrived, and I do not doubt that the others are no longer in the area. Your bravery is admirable, and I will never forget your name from this day forward. Perhaps if we had lived different lives, we might have had the opportunity to get to know each other better.
Aroke: You make it sound as if we had already lost. At no point should anyone underestimate a Saiyan.
Tyuule: It is simply a matter of truth. The only purpose I will be used is as a slave. But on the other hand, you'll be executed.
Suddenly, some Imperial soldiers enter the camp. Four soldiers entered, and they stood in front of Tyuule and Aroke with their swords drawn really to attack.
Soldier#1: Let the commander know we have found the Rabbit queen, and she is with an unknown person.
Solder#3: Wait, he is no human. This one is also a demihuman. He has a tail.
Soldier#1: Go and let the commander know she's with a filthy demihuman monk.
The soldier did not finish talking as he got punched in the face by Aroke.
Tyuule had taken a moment to observe the soldiers' actions. Suddenly, she took a few steps back and witnessed something incredible: it was none other than Aroke throwing one of the troops a terrible blow in the face as he tried to call Aroke a monkey. Using a single punch, Aroke sent the soldier flying out of the tent. The soldier hit the ground and died instantly, with his face smashed.
Everyone in the tent except for Aroke was in shock. The Empire soldiers couldn't believe how one of their comrades had been taken out so quickly. Tyuule was speechless. She looked upon Aroke and only saw a face of frustration and disappointment. She wondered why he was disappointed.
Tyuule: It was nothing more than a simple punch to the face that Aroke delivered, but it was so powerful that it completely obliterated his head and caused him to die instantly. Additionally, the structure of the medical camp was irreparably damaged due to that strike. What was the force of that punch? Never in my life have I witnessed somebody doing that. Aroke, the question that needs to be answered is, who or what are you?
The other soldiers hurried out of the camp, and as they did so, they each took out a horn and blew into it, requesting support from the remainder of the unit members and help from the other soldiers.
The camp quickly got surrounded by the Empire soldiers. Aroke just walked out with a disappointed look on his face.
Aroke: Simply put, he was a complete and utter waste. It's not worth calling that a warm-up; he is completely useless. Maybe the rest of you guys do better than your dead friend?
The Imperial soldiers were enraged by what happened, and they went straight to where Aroke and Tyuule were and surrounded them.
Tyuule started to lose hope as she saw hundreds of Imperial soldiers.
Tyuule: We will soon die, and I can not protect either my village or my people. Aroke, I apologize for putting you in the middle of my problems. And it is because of me that you will come to an end.
Aroke: Relax, Tyuule, you worry too much. I told you never to underestimate a Saiyan. I need to end this now. I haven't recovered my energy yet.
Tyuule: So, what precisely are you trying to say? It's possible that you could fight and win against three or four of them, but no matter how strong you are, you will not be able to survive against hundreds of Imperial soldiers.
However, all of a sudden, Aroke disappeared and reappeared behind Tyuule. Aroke quickly picked up Tyuule and carried her in a bridal style.
Both Aroke and Tyuule started to ascend into the air.
Tyuule: How are you able to fly? For those who do not possess wings, it should be impossible.
To the Imperial General: That should not be possible. How are they able to fly? How terrible of a monster is he? What are you soldiers waiting for, exactly? Prepare your bows now!
Suddenly, Aroke started shaking due to a lack of energy, and they were also throwing spears and arrows at him with their weapons. When Tyuule became aware of this, she instinctively moved closer to Aroke and gripped him more closely out of fear that she would fall.
Aroke: I can't believe that I had never seen that many cockroaches altogether. Is it possible that these insects are attempting to attack me with sticks? I am done and sick of playing these games.
Aroke's rage compelled him to turn around, stretch his right arm, and launch a powerful ball of energy strike at them. He did this without even thinking about it.
There was a tremendous explosion that took place as the energy ball came into contact with the surface where all of the troops were standing, and people were able to observe it from the capital of the empire. A brief pause ensued after the blast, during which there was complete silence. As she peered down toward her village, Tyuule was astounded by what she saw at that moment.
Tyuule: What exactly is that?
As the two of them kept flying further into the sky, Tyuule was left feeling pleasantly surprised by the experience. Aroke's assault had direct contact with the soldiers of the Empire when it was launched toward them. Each soldier was eliminated from the face of the planet. Nothing was left, not even the ashes; all that was left was smoke and a massive crater in the ground.
I have never witnessed an explosion of this magnitude before, and it has extended beyond the confines of the settlement. Could you be some type of deity, Aroke? With this power, you may be.
As Tyuule moved her head closer to Aroke's chest, she began to weep at the realization that she was finally getting the salvation that she had been hoping for.
After several minutes, Aroke continued flying while still carrying Tyuule in his arms.
Tyuule: Aroke, can I ask something. It's important.
Aroke: Sure, go ahead.
She remained silent for a couple of seconds, thinking about how to ask her question.
Tyuule: Help us out, please. My people and I are in desperate need of your help!
Aroke: I'm sorry, but you might be confused. Your people healed my wounds. That is the sole reason I help you. I decided to repay the favor. Following this, we will each go our separate ways.
Aroke landed back on the ground and put down Tyuule.
Tyuule: Please help us. My people and the rest of the demihumans will be hunted down like animals, and those who survive will become slaves either as laborers, servants, or as sex slaves to some nobles.
As she begins to cry again, Tyuule falls to her knees and pleads with Aroke to rethink his choice and help them. As she then breaks down in tears.
Tyuule: I urge you. You are the only hope that we have. I even do whatever it is that you want me to do. Although it pains me to do so, I beg you to help us in any way you can. I will even serve as your slave in exchange and offer you my body. Could you help us, Aroke?
The only thing Aroke did was observe as the Rabbit cried out to him and asked him if he could help her protect her race.
Aroke: I suppose that we are not all that unlike each of us making sacrifices for our races. Okay, but please stop crying.
Tyuule: Thank you!. Thank you, Aroke.
It was not out of hopelessness, grief, or even much less agony that Tyuule started crying; instead, it was out of happiness at the moment. She was overjoyed that she had the ability to save the races of the demihumans and potentially even herself.
Aroke: I told you that I'd help, so stop crying.
Tyuule: I can't. You don't understand, because of this war, I have lost a lot of my sisters. But now there is hope we can survive and rebuild, and you as our King, and I'll be there right next to you no matter what happens.
Aroke: Wait, what? Hold up. I agree to help you and not become a king.
Tyuule: You, as our leader, we all can survive the hell we have been living.
Aroke: Fine. Don't be coming to me if I start pushing everyone to their limits. I won't fight every battle for you guys, but I will train everyone to become better warriors. Now, let's go. We need to find your people and regroup. Do you know where they could be heading?
Tyuule: Yes, I know where they're heading. There's a cave that connects to an underground tunnel throughout the whole forest. They should be arriving there soon.
Aroke: Okay, let's go to them. Just point to which direction I should go.
Tyuule looked around and pointed west, where they were standing. Aroke picked her up once more and flew in the direction Tyuule pointed at. Several minutes have gone by as Aroke continued flying at his top speed at that moment. He noticed a mountain in the distance.
Tyuule: That's where we should find them.
As Aroke and Tyuule got closer, they saw a group of early 80 demihumans coming out of a section of the forest and heading toward the mountain cave.
Aroke: Aren't those the people who managed to escape the villages, Tyuule?
Tyuule: Yes, we found them.
Aroke: I'm going in for a landing. You should hold on tight to me.
Aroke landed between the cave entrance and the surviving villagers, who managed to escape the attack from the Empire soldiers.
The surviving villagers tense up. They believe that the Empire's soldiers had found them caught up. As the dust cleared, everyone was surprised to see it was Aroke and Tyuule.
Delilah and Mamina hug Tyuule as they believe she was done for and never to be seen again. Tears just ran down the faces of Tyuule, Delilah, and Mamina. Aroke just stepped aside and let them have their moment.
Delilah: Wait, are you here? All of us saw the explosion. What happened? We all thought you were gone.
Tyuule: I have to thank Aroke. The reason I'm here, the explosion, and still alive is all thanks to him.
Delilah and Mamina stared at Aroke and gave him a slite bow as thanks.
Aroke: Sorry to interrupt, but we need to get going. We are in the open, and it's not safe still.
Suddenly, a roar could be heard across the dense forest by its inhabitants and animals that had survived the ordeal.
Delilah: What was that?
Mamina: Could that have been a dragon?
Tyuule: That's impossible. We still have more than fifty years until the dragon wakes up.
Everyone started talking about the likelihood of the Red Dragon returning while Aroke just sat there and observed. Almost immediately, Aroke was able to capture everyone's attention.
Aroke: Apologies, but Hehehehe, that was my stomach. I have no idea when I last ate, but I need to eat since I am starving and have no energy left.
Aroke fell unconscious due to his depleted energy. Tyuule was able to get a hold of him before Aroke hit the ground.
As a result of his exhausted energies, Aroke passed out and fell unconscious. Before Aroke tumbled to the ground, Tyuule was able to grab hold of him on time and place his head on her lap.
~Four days later, in Sadera, the Capital of the Empire~
Molt Sol Augustus: What exactly took place? What exactly do you mean when you say that division 3 has vanished? How could almost 15,000 men just vanish?
Messenger servant: I am sorry to inform you, sir, but the region that the third division was entrusted with attacking has been completely obliterated, and there is nothing left standing.
Molt: There is no way that this could be true; might it possibly have something to do with the explosion? Even now, I do not believe that such a thing is true. Is the Senate aware of this event?
Messenger: Yes, sir, they are gathering together for an emergency council with you.
Molt: What about my son? Was he also part of the disappearance of the 3rd division?
Messenger: No, sir. I have gotten word that he is on his way to the capital with his private soldiers.
Molt: Good. Finally, his cowardness in not being on the front lines was a good thing this time.
~Elsewhere in the Imperial Castle~
While Princess Piña was preparing to depart, she was accompanied by two of her Rose Order of Knights guards, Hamilton Uno Ror and Bozes Co Palesti
Hamilton is a young woman of modest stature with brown hair that is shoulder-length and eyes that are jade green. Her ensemble consists of a combination of light armor and a cloak, which is almost comparable to the one that Piña wore. Additionally, she is wearing a blue headpiece with yellow ornaments, a circlet, and a pair of stud earrings.
Having blonde hair and dark brown eyes, Bozes is a young girl who radiates seductiveness. When she is seen, she is typically dressed in knight's armor.
Hamilton: Princess, is it true about the disappearance of the 3rd Division?
Piña: I'm not sure, but I have to go out and investigate.
Bozes: Why not just ask the Emperor?
Piña: No, Father won't tell me anything, plus he is currently heading toward a meeting with the Sanet. That's why girls gathered the rest of the Rose Order of Knights because we are heading out.
Bozes/Hamilton: Yes, Princess.
~Somewhere in the Elf Forest~
In the midst of his sleep, Aroke was beginning to wake. When his eyes opened, he saw the top of a tent he had never noticed before.
Aroke: Where am I?
Delilah: I see you finally woken up. You had us worried for a moment. I didn't think you'd ever wake up.
Aroke: How long have I been asleep?
Mamina: About four days.
As Aroke attempted to sit up, he was unable. It was as if he had another weight placed on top of him. When Aroke lifted the blankets, he discovered Tyuule wrapped her arms around his lower abdomen. Aroke laid back down on the bed.
Aroke: How long has she been sleeping here?
Mamina: She's been by your side since you first went unconscious. She has not left your side this whole time. She didn't come out and refused to eat until you woke up.
Aroke: I see, but why would she do that?
Delilah: She disclosed all of the details to Minami and me, including the fact that she had offered to become your slave and that you would also be willing to serve as our new ruler and aid us in our war against the Empire. It goes without saying that I disagreed with her choice because she violated each and every one of the customs that people choose to live by.
As Delilah continued to speak, Aroke sat back and slowly removed himself from Tyuule's grasp in order to prevent her from waking up.
Mamina: You see, Aroke, over the course of many generations, our people are governed by a queen who has to be a full-blooded bunny warrior. Our people would not accept someone else who is not as full-blooded as a ruler. But she made the point that our clan does not have any men anymore and that our traditional practices need to be altered in order for us to continue living.
Mamina and Dalila looked at each other for a moment, both of them nob, and glanced at Aroke.
Mamina/Delilah: Please let Tyuule continue as our Queen, and not as your slave, and in return, you can keep both of us. We will offer our bodies to you and also become your own personal slaves.
Aroke was left speechless by the comments of Tyuule and Delilah. Aroke thought to himself, " What was wrong with every female person's declaration of them becoming his slave."
Tyuule: Absolutely not. I made my decision to be his slave to that one else would have.
Delilah: And we are making this decision so you can be free and continue to lead us.
Mamina: Why not have Aroke decided.
Aroke: Wait, what? Why me?
At that moment, Aroke's stomach began to grow again.
Aroke: Perfect. I'm going to hunt for something to eat. At the same time, you all decide what will happen.
As time passed, it was already nightfall. Aroke returned to the campsite from his hunt carrying four wild boards.
Aroke: This won't be enough food to satisfy my hunger, but it must do for now. I wonder if those three are still arguing.
While Aroke was gathering firewood, he used a ki blast to light the fire, and then he started cooking the wild boards he had been hunting. As his meal was being prepared, Aroke cast his gaze upwards into the night sky.
Aroke: I am curious as to whether or not Bardock accepts my behaviors. Perhaps I should strive to live a quiet life, or I should try to conquer everything. At the very least, Gine would be supportive of a life that does not involve the conquest and murder of other people.
Aroke was interrupted by a familiar voice.
Tyuule: We have finally found you. Why did you leave without saying anything?
Aroke: I was hungry. Plus, I didn't want to interfere with your girl's discussion who wanted to be my slave.
Tyuule, Delilah, and Mamina sat around the fire.
Aroke: Tyuule, I thought about something. You wanted me to be the king of your people. I don't think they accept me. From what Delilah said, your kind only elects a full-blooded bunny to be the next Queen. So why not continue being a queen instead of my slave?
Tyuule: Does that mean you are taking Delilah and Mamina's deal?
Aroke: No, I didn't say that either. I was thinking, why not rule together? Tyuule, you, Delilah, and Mamina can deal with the rebuild and the politics of your people. And when the time of fighting, you let take charge. That means I'll deal with the training of your fighters, and when I'm done with training them, I promise you one bunny warrior will equal 100 Imperial soldiers.
Aroke, Tyuule, Delilah, and Mamina continue talking; some of the other villagers stare, making their way toward them, gathering around the fire. At this time, Aroke felt sad and angry about sharing his food with everyone. Everyone went silent when a small bunny girl approached Aroke and asked him where he was from and if his tail was real
. Aroke smiled and placed a hand on the girl's head. Aroke started moving his tail in front of the girl to indicate it was real.
Aroke: Was to where am I from. Let's just say that if I tell you, you won't believe me.
Aroke looks up once again toward the night sky. Everyone did the same thing.
Aroke: I'm a Saiyan warrior, and my people come from the stars. I was born on a planet called Vegeta.
Everyone was shocked to hear Aroke say he came from a different planet. Aroke continued talking about the Saiyan race and how they became slaves to King Cold and his family. Aroke stated that he had never met his birth parents because, at age three, he was sent to conquer and kill all living life on a planet so it could be sold for profit.
Aroke: When I arrived on the planet, it didn't take long for me to attack the inhabitants. The good thing about that planet was that it had multiple moons, with each full moon allowing me to transform into a giant ape.
All of the villagers around were starting to get worried, thinking that Aroke might just kill them all. Tyuule was the only one who wasn't afraid, but strangely enough, she felt excited as Aroke continued telling his story. Tyuule felt something burning from inside of her. She couldn't stop gazing at Aroke.
Aroke: By the time I was 12 years old, I had brought down the population of that planet down to 20 percent. In the nine years I spent there, I killed hundreds of millions of people. One day, out of nowhere, six space pods arrived at the planet. Out of those spaces, pods of six Saiyans walk out, four males and two females. As soon as I saw them, I went in for the attack as they approached my territory, but I was knocked unconscious immediately. I woke up several hours later as one of the female Saiyans taking care of my wounds. She introduced herself as Gine. Something I later found out was that Gine was different from any other Saiyan. She was gentle, kindhearted, pure-hearted, loving, cheerful, energetic, and caring; because of that, she was not cut out for fighting. She introduced Fasha, and she was the opposite of Gine.
Fasha was a ruthless and skillful fighter, but like many other Saiyans, she had a high degree of camaraderie with her teammates and a sense of honor. Next was Shugesh. He was a bulky Saiyan, coming off more fat than muscular.
Nevertheless, underneath his bulk, Shugesh remained one of the most fit members of Bardock's squad. Borgos was a tall, bulky, muscular Saiyan. He was always hungry; every time I was him, he was eating. He and I didn't always get along because he never forgave me after I left him three scars on his forehead. Then there was Tora, who had a high degree of honor and camaraderie. He was also shown to have a light-hearted side, often playfully teasing us, especially our captain Bardock, to whom he kept the captain from getting too cocky. But just like any other Saiyan, he would kill in cold blood and was a ruthless fighter. And finally, there was Bardock, a somewhat cocky who loves fighting and will kill in cold blood. But compared to the cold-hearted and straightforward thoughts of most Saiyans, he also possesses calm judgment and a measure of humanity due to his actions of saving us multiple times, which is rare for a Saiyan Bardock was greatly adored among a portion of the low-class warriors. Bardock became the first low-class warrior to get promoted to an elite warrior. He had a great sense of pride and independence, while most Saiyans have all been tamed by Frieza.
Aroke continued telling his stories about joining Bardock's squad after they picked him up from the planet he was sent to conquer. Aroke explained over the next six years how they all had become a family to him. Gine was like his older sister, and eventually, she broke him. It made him question that there's more than just killing. She wanted a better life, especially after she and Bardock got together and had two kids. Aroke explained that the relationship between Bardock and Gine was weird because it was extremely rare for Saiyans to be joined by a bond to one another other than for just reproductive purposes.
Aroke: All of happiness came to an end. Bardock and I were recalled from a mission to return to planet Vegeta. On our way back, I confessed to Bardock that I wanted to leave the army, and I found a perfect planet to live on. It was a planet called Earth on the other side of the galaxy with a low interest in Frieza to have it conquer. I planned on living after our summoned back to planet Vegeta. At that moment, Bardock realized something he knew something was wrong. He was right because several hours later, me and Bardock found ourselves fighting Frieza's army, but until Frieza came out of his ship and, with a single attack, brought the Saiyan race to extinction and destroyed our planet. But instead of waking up in hell, I woke up here on this planet.
No one could understand that there was a being able to destroy planets easily. Aroke stayed quite a couple of moments, then decided to return to the tent to get some sleep as it was already late. Aroke removed his clothes and laid on the bed. Thirty minutes had passed when Aroke heard someone come into his tent. Aroke saw Tyuule just wearing a thing white see-through gown. She had nothing else underneath the gown. Tyuule approached the bed and placed herself at Aroke's waist.
Aroke: Tyuule, are you sure about this?
Tyuule: I am. My body is burning. I can't take anymore. Every time I'm around you, my body burns from the inside. My instinct tells me to submit to you. I need to be the first. I know soon, Delilah and Mamina will start having the same feelings, and I'm okay with you mating with them; it will be for the best of our new Demihumans kingdom-you as our King, myself as the queen, and Delilah and Mamina as your concubines.
Aroke: It seems you already thought about everything.
Tyuule: Not everything, just here and there. I did say my body is yours, so take me and make me yours, Aroke. I want to be one with you.
Aroke sat up as Tyuule wrapped her legs around his waist, and they gazed into each other eyes and began to kiss one another. The kiss quickly grew more intense and hungry, and soon, Aroke threw Tyuule into the bed, positioning himself at her entrance. Aroke promptly pushed into Tyuule, not caring if she could handle him. He started with a slow rhythm, but it soon started to quicken. As he continued to thrust into her, she moaned and groaned, wholly lost in his actions that drove her into a panting mess. Aroke proceeded to take both her breasts in his hands, and he rubbed them with utmost care. He then placed small kisses on her neck and then continued downwards toward her breast, where he began to suck on one of them as he continued to rub the other. They continued their action for several hours until sunrise, and Tyuule couldn't continue. They continued their nightly activities every day. Soon, Tyuule announced to all that Aroke would be their new King, and she was his Queen, creating a New Kingdom for all demihumans.
Aroke: As of today, we will be known as the Kingdom of Sadala.
~3 Years Later~
It's been three years since Aroke arrived on this new planet. He still didn't know how, but in the end, he didn't care.
In the first year, Aroke and Tyuule established the new Kingdom in the open plains between The Forest of the High Elves and the Mountains Range of Ice and Snow. Shortly after Aroke became king, Mamina and two other demihumans left and went undercover as a spy in Italica. They would be serving under the formal clan as maids. Italica was known as a trading town, especially for demihumans slaves.
Aroke is also a father to seven children with Tyuule. They had five boys and two girls. For the first time in the history of the Bunny Warrior clan, they have had someone give birth to multiple male children. Tyuule explained to Aroke that females in their clan could give birth to numerous children at a time, but the majority of the time, they were going to be all female. It was rare for someone to give birth to a single male, especially multiple birthing, more than one. Aroke also found out that they raise the children communally, as selected women of the tribe. If it weren't for the bunny ears, monkey tail, or the small patches of fur in their arms and legs, the babies would pass as normal humans. Aroke also mated with Mamina and Dalila, but they haven't produced any children, and they didn't want to at the moment, especially Mamina, since she left to spy on Humans in Italica. Mamina went with two other rescue demihumans from the hands of Empire soldiers: Persia, a cat girl, and Aurea, a Gorgon (Medusa). Delilah was supposed to join Mamina and the others but later changed her mind when she found out that Aroke was building a special task force and he would personally train them. The select few by Aroke would train and learn to fly and use their life energy to attack and strengthen their bodies, as Aroke recalls the training method Bardock used on him. Aroke remembers all the close calls with death he had thanks to Bardock's training and waking up to Bardock being scolded by Gine for going too far in my training.
Aroke: Good times. I wonder if I was able to survive, could there be a chance of Bardock and Gine surviving as well?
The Kingdom of Sadala grew in the last three years as they accepted all demihumans regardless of class.
While Tyuule was in the throne room discussing that they were strong enough to attack the Empire and get revenge for the killing of her kin with Aroke, one of the guards came in and knelt in front of them.
Royal Guard: Sorry, my lords, but we just got word from Mamina. She stated that three weeks ago, the Gate appeared on Alnus Hill. Emperor Molt ordered an army through the gates. But few returned. She also said that four days ago, an army of humans dressed in green had passed through our side. Why flying and ground creatures and establishing a base on Alnus Hill?
Aroke: What is this gate you speak of?
Tyuule: Legends said that the Gate is connected to different dimensions.
Intrigued by what he heard, Aroke stood up and walked out of the throne room, preparing to take flight, when Tyuule stopped him.
Tyuule: Where are you going?
Aroke: I need to see what's going on. I have been cooked up in that room for three years. I need to fight or destroy something.
Tyuule: Go, but don't return late. You and I have unfinished business tonight.
As Aroke took flight, Tyuule ordered two other guards to follow him to prevent him from doing anything that could lead him to get into trouble.
End.
I don't know if I will continue this story. I wrote it a long time ago and decided to upload it. I did fix a lot of the grammar and spelling. I'm sure I didn't get to fix them all. I hope you guys like it, and depending on the comments, I'll try and continue the fic.
| STORY |
Secretly Record all internet activity on any computer... BV
FIND OUT WHO THEY ARE CHATTING/E-MAILING WITH ALL THOSE HOURS!
Is your spouse cheating online?
Are your kids talking to dangerous people on instant messenger?
Find out NOW! - with Big Brother instant software download.
Click on this link NOW to see actual screenshots and to order!
http://213.139.76.69/ec/bigbro/M30/index.htm
To be excluded from future contacts please visit:
http://213.139.76.69/PHP/remove.php
danie
| SPAM |
🌸🌸
දරාගන්න අමාරු විදිහේ අන්ධකාරයක් මුලු පරිසරයම වෙලාගෙන....
අදුරෙන් තිබුණ ඒ නිහඬ නිවස එක්තරා විදිහක පාලු මූසල කමකින් පිරිල තිබුණ..
මේ ගෙදර එක් කෙලවරකට වෙන්න තිබුණ කාමරයේ මේසයට සවි කර තිබුණ චිමිනි ලාම්පුවටත් කාමරය පුරාවටම විහිදිල ගිය පර්ෆියුම් සුවඳටත් ඒ තිබුණ පාලුව මකන්න යම්තාක් දුරකට පුලුවන් උනත් මුලු ගේ පුරාම පැතිරිලා තිබ්බ ඒ නිහඬ බව නැති කරන්න නම් ඒ කිසිම දේකට පුලුවන් කමක් තිබුණේ නෑ .....
ඒ පාලු බවත් හයංකර බවත් එක්කම එලියෙන් ඇහෙන වැහි බිංදු වැටෙන සද්දෙට කන් දීගෙන කාමරයේ තියෙන ජනේල් වීදුරුව දිගේ ගලාගෙන යන පොඩි වැහි බිංදු කැට දිහා ඔහේ බලාගෙන දැහැන් ගත සිතුවිලි වල අතරමං වෙලා පොත් මේසය ලග ඉදගෙන ඉදිය ඒ ලාබාල වගේම කඩවසම් පිරිමි රුව පියවි සිහියට ආවා වගේ ඔලුව ගසා දැම්මේ දැන් ඔලුවට ආව හැම සිතුවිල්ලක්ම පැත්තකට දාන්න වගේ..
දැහැනෙන් බිදුණු මේ පිරිමි ළමයා මේසය උඩ තිබූණ පෑන අතට අරගෙන තමන්ගේ පාඩම් වැඩ කරගෙන යන්නයි ලෑස්ති වුණේ....
සතුටින් පාඩම් වැඩ කරගෙන ගිය කොල්ලගේ අවධානය නැත්තටම නැති උනේ තමන්ගේ ගෙදර ඉස්සරහින් නතර උන කාර් එකේ සද්දෙටයි...
පොතට බරදීගෙන හිටපු කොල්ලගේ මුහුණේ මෙච්චර වෙලා තිබුණ ලා හිනාව අතුරුදන් වෙනවාත් එක්කම හැකි තරම් තමන්ගේ තරහව පාලනය කරගෙන ඉන්න උත්සහ කරනවා වගේ අතේ තිබුණ පෑන තදකරල අල්ලගත්තේ ඇස් තදින්ම පිය වෙද්දියි....
" එයා ආයෙත් එනවා...
මට මේක කරන්න බෑ....මොකද්ද මේකේ තේරුම.....
තමුන් ඇයි මට මෙහෙම කරන්නේ...."
කේන්තියෙන් රතු වෙලා ගිය ඇස් වලින් එහෙම හිතන ගමන් අතේ තිබුණ පෑනෙන් මුලු පොත පුරාම ඉරි ඇන්දේ හරියට උමතුවෙන් වගේ.....
මේ ගැටවරයා කොච්චර නම් සිතින් හඩා වැලපුණත් තමන්ට කරන්න කිසිම දෙයක් නෑ කියල එයාගේ හිත දන්නවා...
ඉස්සරහ දොර ඇරෙන හඩත් ටික වේලාවකින් අඩි උසට දාපු සෙරප්පු වල "ටොක් ටොක්" සද්දෙ ඇහුණත් තාමත් මේ පිරිමි ළමයා හිටියෙ රතු උනු ඇස් වලින් මුලු පොත පුරාම කුරුටු බලි අදින ගමන්.....
ඉදිරියට සිද්ද වෙන්න යන දේ හොදින්ම දන්න මේ කොල්ලා ඇස් පියාගෙන දිග හුස්මක් ගත්තේ හිත හයිය කරගන්න වගේ....
ටික වෙලාවකින් තමන්ගේ කාමරයේ දොර ඇරෙන සද්දය ඇහුණත් කොල්ලා තාමත් සිටියේ පෑන අතේ රදවගෙන පොතට මූණ බරකරගෙනයි...
මෙච්චර වෙලා මුලු කාමරය පුරාම තිබුණ ලා අන්ධකාරය නැති වෙලා මුලු කාමරේම එළිය උනේ ආපු කෙනා ඔන් කරපු ස්විච් බල්බ් එකෙන්....
තාමත් පොතට මුහුණ ඔබාගෙන ඉන්න කොල්ලා දිහාවට බැල්මක් දාපු කාමරයට ආපු මැදිවියේ කාන්තාව ළඟ තිබුණ ඇද උඩ ඉදගෙන මේ කොල්ලට කතා කරා.....
"බබා පාඩම් කරනවද?"
"හ්ම්ම්" කොල්ලගෙන් ලැබුණ උත්තරෙත් එක්ක ලා හිනාවක් දාපු ගැහැණු කෙනා තමන්ගේ අඩි උස සෙරප්පු ගලවල පැත්තකින් තියල ඇදගෙන ඉදපු ගව්මේ කබාය ගලවා දැම්මේ හීනි පටි තියෙන ගව්මේන් තමන්ගේ උරහිස් හොදටම නිරාවරණය වෙලා පේන විදිහට ....
"මගේ මැනික කාලද?
මම මොනව හරි හදන්නද?"
ගැහැණු කෙනා එහෙම ඇහුවත් ඒකට කිසිම උත්තරයක් නම් කොල්ල දුන්නෙ නෑ නැහැ..
ටික වෙලාවකින් මේ ගැහැණු කෙනා හිමින් හිමින් කොල්ල ලගට ආවේ කොල්ලගේ අතේ තිබුණ පෑන තව තවත් එයාගෙම අත් අතරට තද වෙද්දියි.
කොල්ලට ලං වුණ ගැහැනු කෙනා හිමීට කොල්ලගේ ඔලුව අතගාන්න පටන් ගත්තා.. කොල්ල තවමත් තමන් දිහා නොබැලුව එක තඹ දොයි දුවකට මායිම් නොකල ගැහැණු කෙනා
ටිකක් පහත් වෙලා කොල්ලගේ ඔලුව සිප ගත්තා... මේ ගෑණු කෙනා ඇදගෙන හිටපු හීනි පටි තියෙන ගව්මෙන් පහත් වෙනකොට එයාගේ පියයුරු නිරාවරණය වෙලා පෙනුනත් කොල්ලට සිද්ධ උණා තමන්ගේ පොතට ඔලුව ඔබාගෙන ඒ විදිහටම ඉන්න...
ඔලුවට කිස් එකක් දුන්න මේ කාන්තාව තවත් ටිකක් පහත් වෙලා කොල්ලගේ බෙල්ල උඩ තොල් තියාගෙන ටික වේලාවක් සිපගෙන ඉදපු එකෙන් ගැහැණු කෙනාගේ හුස්ම මේ කොල්ලට ලගින්ම ඇහුණා වගේම මේ කෙනාගේ බූබ්ස් මේ කොල්ලගේ උරහිස් වල තදින්ම තෙරපුණා.....
ටික වේලාවක් ඇස් පියාගෙන අතේ තිබුණ පෑන පොතට තද කරගෙන හිටපු කොල්ල පෑනේ තුඩ ගැලවිල විසි වෙනවත් එක්කම ක්ෂණයෙන් නැගිටල තමන්ගේ ලග හිටපු ගැහැණු කෙනාගේ ලිප්ස් තදින්ම උරාගෙන ගියේ තරහ වෛරය මහන්සිය රාගය පීඩනට මේ ඔක්කොම එකතු වුනු හැගීමකින්....
කඩාහැලෙන ධාරාණිපාත වැස්සත් එක්කම මේ විදිහට මාරුවෙන් මාරුවට කිස් කරගත්ත කොල්ලත් මේ කාන්තාවත් නතර උනේ ඇද වටේ දෙන්නගෙම ඇදුම් තැන් තැන් වල විසුරුවල දාල...
පැය කිහිපයකට පස්සෙ මුලු ශක්තියම තමන්ගෙන් හීන වෙලා කියල තේරුණ කොල්ලා ඒ විදිහෙන්ම ඇදේ අනිත් පැත්ත හැරිලා
තමන්ගේ නූල් පොටක් වත් නැති ඇග බෙඩ් ශීට එකෙන් වහගෙන ඇස් තදින් පියාගත්තා......
"තමුන් මොන විදිහේ පව් කාරයෙක්ද....
තමුසෙ මහ කාලකණ්නියෙක්...."
මේ කොල්ලගේ මනස ඇතුලෙන් දෝංකාර දුන්නේ මේ දේ විතරයි .....
කොල්ල අඩනවා...ඉකි ගගහා අඩනවා....
ඔව්ව් කොල්ල අසරණයි .....
හයියෙන් හුස්ම පිට කරගන්න ගමන් කොල්ල තමන්ටම ශාප කරගන්නවා...
කොල්ලට දැනෙනව කදුළු වලට එයා ඔලුව තියන් ඉන්න කොට්ටේ තෙත් වෙලා ගිහින් කියල ....
එහෙමම ඇදෙන් නැගිටපු කොල්ලා කෙලින්ම ගියේ වොශ් රූම් එකට...
තමන්ගේ හිතේ තියෙන හැම වේදනාවක්ම නැති වෙනකම් කොල්ල කරේ ශවර් එක යටට වෙලා අඩපු එක...
කොල්ලට දැනුනේ තමන් ගැනම කළකිරීමක්...
ඒ වගේම තමන් ගැනම පිලිකුලක්....
ඒත් කොල්ලගේ කදුලු දකින්නවත්
කොල්ලගේ දුක අහන්නවත් කොල්ල ලග කිසිම කෙනෙක් නෑ...........
*******----
හායි .... 😌👉👈
මම ටෙශු.... මේ මගේ පලවෙනි කතාව...
විචාරයක් කියෙව්ව වගේ ඇති නේහ්හ්....
පොඩ්ඩක් ඉවසන් ඉන්ටකෝ....තාම පටන් ගත්තේ නැ මුකුත් ...😌
කතාව පටන්ගන්නේ ඊළඟ එපියෙන්...
බායිම් ....😗😗
Teshu^_^ | STORY |
In our sinusoidal circuit analysis, we have learned how to find voltages and
currents in a circuit with a constant frequency source. If we let the amplitude of the sinusoidal source remain constant and vary the frequency, we
obtain the circuit’s frequency response. The frequency response may be
regarded as a complete description of the sinusoidal steady-state behavior
of a circuit as a function of frequency.
The frequency response of a circuit is the variation in its
behavior with change in signal frequency.
The sinusoidal steady-state frequency responses of circuits are of
significance in many applications, especially in communications and control systems. A specific application is in electric filters that block out or
eliminate signals with unwanted frequencies and pass signals of the desired frequencies. Filters are used in radio, TV, and telephone systems to
separate one broadcast frequency from another.
We begin this chapter by considering the frequency response of simple circuits using their transfer functions. We then consider Bode plots,
which are the industry-standard way of presenting frequency response.
We also consider series and parallel resonant circuits and encounter important concepts such as resonance, quality factor, cutoff frequency, and
bandwidth. We discuss different kinds of filters and network scaling. In
the last section, we consider one practical application of resonant circuits
and two applications of filters.
It is not always easy to get a quick plot of the magnitude and phase
of the transfer function as we did above. A more systematic way of
obtaining the frequency response is to use Bode plots. Before we begin
to construct Bode plots, we should take care of two important issues: the
use of logarithms and decibels in expressing gain. | EDUCATION |
FW:
<HTML>
<BODY bgColor=3D#000000>
<FONT face=3D"Times New Roman">
<FONT size=3D3>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> Would you like to</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> look and feel 10-20 years younger</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> ? <BR>
<BR>
Would you be interested in</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> increasing energy levels</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> by</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> 84%</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> ?</B></FONT>
<FONT size=3D2>
<FONT color=3D"#000080"> </FONT>
<FONT size=3D2>
<FONT color=3D"#804040"><I> 15x</I></FONT>
<FONT size=3D2>
<FONT color=3D"#804040"><B> <BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT size=3D3>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> How about</B></FONT>
<FONT size=3D2>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> Increasing Sexual Potency Frequency</B></FONT=
>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> by </B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> 75%</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> ? <BR>
<BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT size=3D3>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> Would you like to</B></FONT>
<FONT size=3D2>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> increase your Muscle Strength </B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> by </B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> 88%</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> <BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT size=3D3>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> While...At the same time... <BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> Reducing Body Fat</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> by </B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> 72%</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> and </B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> Wrinkles</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> by </B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> 51%?</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> <BR>
<BR>
Of course you would! We offer the Most Potent Oral GH Formula available to=
help you achieve all of this and more! Turn Back The Clock and Turn Up th=
e Energy Now! <BR>
In thousands of clinical studies, GH has been shown to accomplish the foll=
owing: <BR>
<BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> _ Reduce body fat and build lean muscle withou=
t exercise!</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> <BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> _ Enhance sexual performance</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> <BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> _ Remove wrinkles and cellulite</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> <BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> _ Lower blood pressure and improve cholesterol=
profile</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> <BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> _ Improve sleep, vision and memory</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> <BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> _ Restore hair color and growth</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> <BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> _ Strengthen the immune system</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> <BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> _ Increase energy and cardiac output</B></FONT=
>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> <BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> _ Turn back your body's biological time clock =
10-20 years in 6 months of usage !!!</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> <BR>
<BR>
Here is a sample of just a few of the letters we receive every week <BR>
thanking us for what our product has done:</B></FONT>
<FONT size=3D2>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> <BR>
<BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT size=3D3>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> "I am astounded! The day before I started taki=
ng the GH1, <BR>
I took blood tests. Then I began using the GH1 as directed. <BR>
After 8 weeks I took blood tests again. <BR>
My IGF-1 level (evidence of GH) showed a 70% increase! <BR>
Furthermore, my cholesterol score went from 190 down to 144! <BR>
I definitely feel better overall and certainly have more energy. <BR>
To say the least I am very impressed and pleased with GH1. <BR>
My "biological" age is now that of a 40 year old!" <BR>
-Dr. A. Zuckerman M.D., age 60, NY <BR>
<BR>
"A year ago, my blood pressure was 180/120 and I was on blood <BR>
pressure medication. I also started the Anti-Aging formula, GH1. <BR>
After a year on the product, my blood pressure is now 120/80-- <BR>
and I haven't been on the blood pressure medication for months!" <BR>
-Susanne Peters, Laguna Beach, CA <BR>
<BR>
"After 2 weeks on Anti-Aging Formula GH1, I noticed a higher <BR>
level of energy, increased sexual energy and my memory and vision <BR>
were enhanced. My blood pressure is down to 126/84 after workout-and <BR>
it seems every other day I have to 'rev-up' the amps on the treadmill <BR>
at the gym. I've noticed a tightening of the skin under my chin and <BR>
a change in my lungs with much easier breathing. After 4 months, <BR>
I only need 5 hours sleep instead of 7. One morning, I had to do an extra =
<BR>
karate workout just to expend all the extra energy!" "After 6 months on <B=
R>
GH1, my blood sugar levels went from 130 down to 65! Also, my stamina has =
<BR>
increased, as well as my energy and sex drive--this product is GREAT!" <BR=
>
-Dr. Richard Boyd, 78 years old, Harvard Clinical Psychologist, CA <BR>
<BR>
"As a straight-ahead bicycle racer, I used to have to wait a minute <BR>
and a half after sprinting, for my heart rate to come down to where <BR>
I could sprint again. After a month on GH1, I can now sprint again <BR>
after only 45 seconds! GH1 cut my waiting time in half!" <BR>
-Ed Caz, age 40, Fresno,CA <BR>
<BR>
"When I heard GH1 would reduce body fat increase lean muscle WITHOUT EXERC=
ISE, I couldn't believe it--but in just a few months I lost 4 inches aroun=
d my waist without exercising and my body fat went from 22 down to 19--eve=
n though I gained 10 pounds! Also, after 4 months, my fine vision returned=
. I no longer need the magnifying glasses to read fine print." <BR>
-Larry Baker, age 54,Oceanside, CA <BR>
<BR>
"I have been taking Anti-Aging Formula GH1 for five months now. <BR>
I have been under great stress in my business. <BR>
I believe that taking Anti-Aging Formula GH1 has had a big part in keeping=
<BR>
my energy level up and having the strength to stay positive in the midst <=
BR>
of discouraging circumstances. Last week I came down with a cold. <BR>
Colds are tough on me and seem to run their course- headaches, sinus infla=
mmation, and then throat. I am progressing through those stages but more q=
uickly than before. Hallelujah! My eyes aren't as puffy and the skin on my=
hands snaps back faster. <BR>
My muscles seem to have better tone-I notice it in my legs-and I have more=
energy <BR>
when I go out walking." <BR>
- Carolyn Munn <BR>
<BR>
"I was taking injections of GH for over one year. A friend suggested that =
<BR>
I try Anti-Aging Formula GH1, since I was spending 1,000 US dollars a mont=
h and needed <BR>
a doctor to inject it daily. In 2-3 weeks I felt better from the Anti-Agin=
g <BR>
Formula GH1 than the whole time I was getting the injections. <BR>
Thank you Anti-Aging Formula for greatly helping to improve my life!" <BR>
-Rita Mills McCoy <BR>
<BR>
"I have had elevated cholesterol levels since the first time I was tested,=
<BR>
in my twenties. I was on Anti-Aging Formula GHI for only 1 month when my l=
evels <BR>
dropped from 245 to 210. I could hardly believe it! After 3 months on Anti=
-Aging <BR>
Formula GH1 my gray hair began to darken at the roots, returning to its no=
rmal <BR>
coloring. I have even been able to reduce my thyroid medication. All of th=
is <BR>
without having to change anything else about my lifestyle, other than taki=
ng <BR>
few sprays of Anti-Aging Formula GH1 a day. Wow! <BR>
-Alan Ross, 43 years old <BR>
<BR>
GH1 is the highest concentration of orally administered GH1 <BR>
available on the market today. Injections of GH taken in international uni=
ts are usually prescribed to be taken as a shot, two times per day. The in=
dividual would be taking between 2 and 4 units per day. GH1 has over 2000n=
g per dosage and was created to imitate the body's natural secretion of GH=
. <BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> <BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT size=3D3>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> WHAT IS GROWTH HORMONE (GH)?</B></FONT>
<FONT size=3D3>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> <BR>
<BR>
Growth hormone is a naturally occurring substance in the human body which =
<BR>
is secreted by the pituitary, the master gland of the body, located in the=
<BR>
endocrine system. GH is a microscopic protein substance that is chemically=
<BR>
similar to insulin, which is secreted in short pulses during the first few=
<BR>
hours of sleep and after exercise. GH is one of the most abundant hormones=
<BR>
secreted, influencing growth of cells, bones, muscles and organs throughou=
t <BR>
the body. Production of GH peaks at adolescence. <BR>
<BR>
Every three years approximately 90% of the cells in the human body are new=
ly made. <BR>
The body is composed of more than 100 trillion cells that are continuously=
<BR>
dying and regenerating. The brain and the nervous system retain their orig=
inal <BR>
cells; however, in the brain new proteins are continuously being produced =
to <BR>
store memories of every new experience. Overall intelligence and the abili=
ty <BR>
to learn and memorize all depend on adequate growth hormone. <BR>
<BR>
Growth hormone replacement therapy is now available to reverse age-related=
symptoms, including wrinkling of the skin, increased body fat, decreased =
muscle mass, increased cholesterol, decreased stamina and energy, decrease=
d mental function and loss of libido. <BR>
When growth hormone falls below normal levels, supplementation offers the =
<BR>
all-natural potential for great benefit. Growth hormone is an amazing subs=
tance <BR>
which is safe and effective with no known side effects, if taken in the <B=
R>
proper dosage amounts. <BR>
<BR>
GH is one of many endocrine hormones, such as estrogen, progesterone, test=
osterone, <BR>
melatonin and DHEA, that all decline in production as we age. Hormones are=
tiny <BR>
chemical messengers continuously secreted in the bloodstream in order to r=
egulate <BR>
the activities of the vital organs. The word "hormone" is derived from a G=
reek word <BR>
meaning to stimulate. Many of these hormones can be replaced to deter some=
of the <BR>
effects of aging; however, GH reaches far beyond the scope of these other =
<BR>
hormones. Not only does it prevent biological aging, but it acts to greatl=
y <BR>
reverse a broad range of signs and symptoms associated with aging, includi=
ng <BR>
making the skin more elastic and causing wrinkles to disappear. GH also <B=
R>
helps restore hair color and hair loss. <BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT size=3D3>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> <BR>
THE ETERNAL FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH?</B></FONT>
<FONT size=3D3>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> <BR>
<BR>
Our bodies naturally produce GH in abundance when we are young, and its pr=
oduction <BR>
gradually slows over time. The amount of GH after the age of 21 falls abou=
t 14% per <BR>
decade, so that its production is reduced in half by age 60. While GH is n=
ot new, <BR>
its availability as a supplement has been limited. Specialized clinics and=
physicians <BR>
have been using GH for over 30 years on thousands of patients with consist=
ent results. <BR>
Unfortunately, due to the high costs previously associated with GH, only t=
he medical <BR>
profession and the wealthy have been privy to its benefits. Another proble=
m has been <BR>
that the large GH molecule, composed of 191 amino acids (protein), had bee=
n only <BR>
effective administered through injections. However, a new technology devel=
oped by <BR>
Anti-Aging Inc., now makes GH an effective, affordable and convenient alte=
rnative. <BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT size=3D3>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> <BR>
GH production falls by 80% from age 21 to 61</B></FONT>
<FONT size=3D3>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> <BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT face=3D"MS Sans Serif">
<FONT size=3D3>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> <BR>
Growth hormone declines with age in every animal species that has been tes=
ted to date. <BR>
The amount of decline in humans falls approximately 14% per decade. <BR>
This results in the growth hormone production rate being reduced in half b=
y the age <BR>
of 60. Humans produce on a daily basis 500 micrograms per year at age 20, =
<BR>
200 micrograms at age 40 and 25 micrograms at 80 years of age. Between the=
ages <BR>
of 70 and 80, nearly everyone is deficient in growth hormone which results=
in SDS, <BR>
or Somatotrophin Deficiency Syndrome. These symptoms are part of the disea=
se called <BR>
aging which the medical community has determined is not a normal occurrenc=
e. <BR>
Healing ability and energy levels decrease, as does physical mobility. <BR=
>
Those who want to maintain their youthful vitality and stamina should incl=
ude <BR>
an effective growth hormone therapy as part of their health regimen.</B></=
FONT>
<FONT face=3D"Times New Roman">
<FONT size=3D3>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> <BR>
<BR>
After numerous clinical studies, the following was determined <BR>
after 6 or more months of GH therapy: <BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> _ Improved memory <BR>
_ Regenerating of the brain, heart, liver, pancreas, spleen, kidneys and o=
ther organs <BR>
_ Increased sexual drive and performance <BR>
_ Increased fertility <BR>
_ Enhanced immune system <BR>
_ Quicker wound and fracture healing <BR>
_ New hair growth and color reparation <BR>
_ Sharper vision <BR>
_ Improved exercise performance and tolerance <BR>
_ Increased muscle mass without exercise <BR>
_ Reduction of cellulite and fat <BR>
_ Increased stamina and vitality <BR>
_ Reduction in high blood pressure <BR>
_ Improvement in sleep <BR>
_ Anti-aging <BR>
_ Wrinkle reduction and smoothing <BR>
_ Decrease in LDL (bad) cholesterol <BR>
_ Increase in HDL (good) cholesterol <BR>
_ Strengthening of bones <BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT size=3D3>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> <BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> IS GH SAFE?</B></FONT>
<FONT size=3D3>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> </B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#00FF00"><B> <BR>
GH has been successfully used in the medical community <BR>
for over thirty years and has been studies for over 60 years. <BR>
Edmond Klein, M.D. and L. Cas Terry Ph.D., tested over <BR>
800 individuals and reported in their 1995 study that <BR>
GH had substantial benefits and no side effects.</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> <BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT size=3D3>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> **********************************************=
*************************</B></FONT>
<FONT size=3D3>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> <BR>
You're going to receive Anti-Aging Formula for under $150.00... <BR>
Not even $50.00... You are going to receive the entire <BR>
life-changing Anti-Aging Formula for only $28.95. <BR>
This is NOT a misprint. <BR>
But you had better act fast because supplies are limited. </B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> <BR>
<BR>
PS I almost forgot. <BR>
"Anti-Aging Formula" comes with a ONE MONTH FULL REFUND GUARANTEE! <BR>
So your one-time fee is refundable making your decision risk free! <BR>
WE GUARANTEE THAT IF YOU ARE NOT COMPLETELY SATISFIED, <BR>
JUST RETURN THE UN-USED PORTION WITHIN 30 DAYS AND <BR>
WE WILL GIVE YOU A FULL REFUND OF THE PURCHASE PRICE. <BR>
<BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#00FF00"><B> *** Our normal price for Anti-Aging Formula is=
28.95 dollars.</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> <BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> For a limited time only, you can purchase a 3 =
MONTH SUPPLY for only $48.95! <BR>
That is a savings of $37.90 off our regular price. </B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> <BR>
<BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT face=3D"MS Sans Serif">
<FONT size=3D3>
<FONT color=3D"#00FF00"><B> We will also continue to offer you the Anti-Ag=
ing Formula at this low price as long as you purchase from us in the futur=
e. To take advantage of this savings you must order within the next 10 day=
s.</B></FONT>
<FONT face=3D"Times New Roman">
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> <BR>
*********************************************************************** <B=
R>
</B></FONT>
<FONT size=3D3>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> ORDER TODAY: (CREDIT CARD, CASH, CHECK, OR MON=
EY ORDER)</B></FONT>
<FONT size=3D3>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> <BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT size=3D3>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> SEND Only $28.95(Each bottle is a months suppl=
y.) </B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> <BR>
For Shipping OUTSIDE the US please add $11.00<BR>
<BR>
or <BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> 3 MONTHS SUPPLY for only $48.95! </B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> <BR>
For Shipping OUTSIDE the US please add $11.00. <BR>
<BR>
Shipping is included! <BR>
<BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> To place your order merely fill out the follow=
ing form and fax to 1-7.7.5-6.6.7-9.2.1.6. <BR>
If this line is busy, please try faxing to 1-4.1.3-3.7.5-0.1.0.9.<BR>
<BR>
Internet Information Services <BR>
PO Box 21442 <BR>
Billings, MT 59104 <BR>
<BR>
<BR>
(ALL ORDERS FILLED WITHIN 24 HOURS OF RECEIVING THEM)</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> <BR>
Please allow 7 days for delivery. </B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> <BR>
************************* <BR>
Card Order Form <BR>
<BR>
Name on Card: <BR>
<BR>
Address: <BR>
<BR>
City/State/ZIP: <BR>
<BR>
Your email address: <BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT size=3D3>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++</B></=
FONT>
<FONT size=3D3>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> </B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> <BR>
Please circle one <BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> Please send me a ONE month supply for $28.95 <=
/B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> <BR>
For Shipping OUTSIDE the US please add $11.00 <BR>
<BR>
OR <BR>
<BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> Please send me a THREE month supply for $48.95=
<BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> For Shipping OUTSIDE the US please add $11.00 =
<BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> This is a savings of $37.90 off our regular pr=
ice. <BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT size=3D3>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++</B></=
FONT>
<FONT size=3D3>
<FONT color=3D"#FF0000"><B> <BR>
<BR>
Card Number: <BR>
<BR>
Date Card Expires: <BR>
<BR>
If you do not receive your order within 10 days, please send us a fax lett=
ing us know of the late <BR>
arrival. We will then contact you to figure out why you have not received =
your order. <BR>
<BR>
Please tell us your phone Number: <BR>
<BR>
Please tell us your fax Number: <BR>
To order by Check or Money Order: <BR>
<BR>
MAKE YOUR CHECK PAYABLE TO <BR>
Internet Information Services <BR>
<BR>
Name: <BR>
<BR>
Address: <BR>
<BR>
City/State/ZIP: <BR>
<BR>
E-mail Address: <BR>
<BR>
If you do not receive your order within 10 days, please send us a fax lett=
ing us know of the late <BR>
arrival. We will then contact you to figure out why you have not received =
your order. <BR>
<BR>
Please tell us your phone Number: <BR>
<BR>
Please tell us your fax Number: <BR>
<BR>
Thank you for your business, <BR>
<BR>
Internet Information Services <BR>
PO Box 21442 <BR>
Billings, MT 59104 <BR>
<BR>
Fax to 1-7.7.5-6.6.7-9.2.1.6. If this line is busy, please try faxing to 1=
-4.1.3-3.7.5-0.1.0.9. <BR>
<BR>
Copyright (c) 1997-2000 <BR>
All Rights Reserved <BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> <BR>
Anti-Aging Formula comes with a ONE MONTH FULL REFUND GUARANTEE! <BR>
So your one-time fee is refundable making your decision easy! <BR>
WE GUARANTEE THAT IF YOU ARE NOT COMPLETELY SATISFIED, <BR>
JUST RETURN THE UN-USED PORTION WITHIN 30 DAYS <BR>
AND WE WILL GIVE YOU A FULL REFUND OF THE PURCHASE PRICE. <BR>
<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT size=3D3>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=
+++++++++</B></FONT>
<FONT size=3D3>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> <BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT size=3D3>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> This ad is produced and sent out by: Universal=
Advertising Systems <BR>
To be taken off our list please email us at <BR>
[email protected] <BR>
with take me off in the subject line or call us toll free at <BR>
1-8.8.8-6.05-2.4.8.5 and give us your email address <BR>
or write us at:Central Database, PO Box 1200, Oranjestad, Aruba</B></FONT>
<FONT size=3D3>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> <BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT size=3D3>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=
++++++++++</B></FONT>
<FONT size=3D3>
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> <BR>
<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
<P align=3Dcenter></B></FONT>
<FONT face=3D"MS Sans Serif">
<FONT color=3D"#C0C0C0"><B> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7BIT</B></FONT>
<FONT face=3D"Times New Roman">
<FONT color=3D"#FFFF00"><B> </P><BR>
</B></FONT>
<FONT face=3D"MS Sans Serif">
<FONT size=3D2>
<FONT color=3D"#000000"> <BR>
</FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></FO=
NT></FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT><=
/FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></FON=
T></FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></=
FONT></FONT></FONT></FONT></BODY></HTML>
| SPAM |
Saturday. First day of vacation. 6 o'clock in the morning.
"Good morning, Miss Stark, I hope you had a pleasant sleep. You have to hurry now, your father wants to leave in half an hour. This is your first day at work, have fun and success!"
Jarvis woke me up, like he did every morning, with the most important information of the day.
But this time I really didn't want to get up, I had never tried to discuss with artificial intelligence, but as we all know, there is a first attempt for everything.
"Hey, good morning JayJay, (I always called Jarvis that, it sounded more natural) Can't you convince Dad to let me sleep for another hour? Otherwise I'll definitely die, please help me" I pleaded.
"I'm sorry Miss Stark, your father warned me not to have any discussions. If you don't get up on time, there is a WiFi ban. 3 days" said Jarvis.
No no no, why are there always direct consequences?
Annoyed, I dragged myself out of bed:
"You see JayJay, I stood up. Tell Dad he can be proud of me now, but give me at least another 10 minutes of sleep in the car and a coffee would be nice too." I spread my arms theatrically.
"Very good Miss Stark, I will pass on your message. Hurry up please."
I slowly went to the bathroom and somehow managed to get dressed and ready. That really wasn't my time. Even for school I didn't have to get up until 8 a.m. But I knew that discussing things would never achieve anything here. That was one of the few important things I learned in my life. Be nice and join in, look good. The world of the rich.
After I was done with everything,
I got my pills from the cupboard. Antidepressants. Without them I wouldn't be here anymore. My story was far more complicated than most people thought, plus the fact that I was adopted. I thought about it on the way to the elevator. I didn't know my real parents. Sometimes I wish it were like that. But it was probably better that it wasn't like that.
Otherwise Nick Fury would never have given me to Stark with the request to maintain the highest security precautions. I didn't really know who I was my whole life.
Maybe if I started my job today I would at least find out something. Then I had access to SHIELD data for the first time in my life.
,,Hey Adelia, your dad is already gone. I'm wondering why he asked me to drive you, but otherwise I'm stressed out with Fury." Steve Rogers stood in the elevator and smiled at me.
Steve was an acquaintance of my father, that's all I knew. The whole Captain America thing never really interested me because there was too much talk about it. Steve, on the other hand, had been immediately likeable to me ever since he woke up during my school internship at SHIELD.
"Hi Steve, nothing surprises me anymore. Thank you for picking me up"
We drove down to the garage.
"First day at Stark Industries, huh?"
He asked quietly.
,, Yep. New period of my life. Yet again. And I still haven't found myself. Just more complicated things." I could trust Steve.
"Alia, you don't deserve any of this. You're too nice for all this crap. You were the first person I trusted here. I don't understand your dad anymore either.
At least you already know that you're adopted. We'll find out something, I promise you. This can not continue like that. I'm always here for you." He smiled and patted me on the shoulder.
"Thanks Stevie. If you want to know something, I'm always here as Google 2.0. but you already know that" I grinned at my best friend.
"I'm always there for a movie night out of the ten thousand I don't know yet"
We stepped out of the elevator laughing.
"Listen, I wish we could meet like normal friends and not always have to argue with my dad about whether I can give you New World Training." I sighed and looked around between all the cars.
"Yes, I think that would be much better too.
But unfortunately you can't change everything, unless you don't follow the rules for once." Steve winked and threw me a USB stick.
"What is that?" I asked confused.
"Your SHIELD file. Without password. I couldn't look at it, I had to do the scan too quickly. Everyone deserves a life. You too Alia. Fury will kill me, sorry, both of us if he finds out about this so be careful to delete the history after using it."
I stood there with my mouth open.
He wasn't serious. How had he managed that? I couldn't think of anything else and for the second time in my life I hugged Steve Rogers. The first time he had a breakdown at my internship and didn't want to talk to anyone.
And now that he gave me the chance I never had. Knowing who I really was and why everyone was so extremely careful with me.
,,Dammit we have to get going or my dad will kill us both!" I looked at the clock in a panic.
"It's okay, don't panic! Motorcycle?"
He laughed and picked up a second helmet from his motorcycle to give it to me.
"Always thanks, Cap." I grinned.
Less than two minutes later we were on our way to my first day at Stark Industries.
It took us half an hour. At 7 a.m, Steve dropped me off right in front of the door.
"See you, Alia. You have to collect a lot of information first.
If anything happens, call."
He smiled at me and started the motorcycle again.
"Thanks Stevie. Really. I'll let you know when I know something new."
I waved him goodbye before walking into the building, only to run straight into my arguing dad. Great, everything is off to a great start today.
But that's how it was always.
,,No, you don't understand. My daughter will not work in technology but will work in the office and communications department, that was her wish" he tried to explain to a reporter.
"Are you sure, Mr. Stark, that your daughter wouldn't be just as talented as you in the field?"
"Of course she would be, but this area seems to be too "demanding" for the daughter, since he doesn't let her try anything out herself and only tells her to do things." I grinned and leaned against the door frame with my arms crossed.
"Adelia, wow, you're on time," my father laughed.
"At least one thing I'm good at, right?" I said and pushed my hair back.
"You're definitely good at a lot of things, child, but it still takes time. Come on, I'll show you your place. Happy Hogan will instruct you"
Everything takes time with Dad. It was annoying.
"Happy, why him?" I asked confused. His bodyguard and good friend certainly had better things to do.
"Because I have to go to an interview. Fury needs me."
SHIELD then. Ever since New York was invaded by aliens, Dad always needs to be in contact with SHIELD.
"Okay, then I'll know." I just mumbled.
Dad said goodbye, Happy came in and took me to my study. Then began an hour-long speech about how I should use the computer and that I should first just open emails and let JARVIS respond. All day long. Yeah great. But I had other plans. And when Happy was gone, I took out Steve's USB stick.
But that was perhaps a bigger mistake than I thought and I would have quickly wished for my old boring life back...
☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★☆⋆｡𖦹°
<i>Hey and welcome to this chaotic Avengers fanfiction! </i>
<i>Thank you for being here and wanting to accompany me on this journey<3</i>
<i>The story begins after Age of Ultron and before Civil War, so it's going to be exciting! </i>
<i>A few things will be changed, but it will be understandable since, as already mentioned, it is a fanfiction. </i>
<i>I try to post a chapter once a week, most of them are already in preparation :D</i>
<i>I hope you like the story, but I'm always happy about feedback and criticism! Feel free to write your opinion in the comments! </i>
<i>I wish you a nice evening <3</i>
<i>~</i><i>Ally</i> | STORY |
<b>Chapter 20</b>
He had been so confused. He had been unable to make sense of the words at that time. It had felt unfamiliar and unexpected as though this was the very first time she had met him. Kaichen laughed at himself for thinking about her for all these years.
He was annoyed that for her, he was nothing but an old memory that she had already forgotten about. He had pretended to not know her. However, in spite of it, it was a very curious thing that she should be the medium of the time magic of all people.
100 Years.... It was hard to believe it. Even harder to believe was the fact that she was calmly skinning the black rabbit and preparing dinner as though she was used to it. Julius's statement was correct. Something must have happened in the hundred years inside the time magic that had somehow changed her. The old Dalia definitely wouldn't be able to cook like this.
"When did you learn how to cook?" asked Kaichen.
"I learned it when I was stuck inside the time magic. I had all the time in the world, and I was bored." She casually uttered those words while holding a knife in her hands.
But Kaichen could sense that the meaning behind those words weren't as light-hearted as she made it out to be. Kaichen felt like something heavy was pressing against his chest. It bothered him.
He had to investigate what had happened inside the time magic and also had to examine her body. However, seeing her responding so nonchalantly made him feel like he was overly worried about nothing.
Why? Why does this woman make me feel so uncomfortable? Kaichen frowned and was about to turn back to his notebook when he saw her hand tremble severely.
He glanced at her face. The only thing he could gauge from her expression was her focus on ways to cook the rabbit. The whole time she made it seem like everything was fine, but her pallor wasn't very good. He wanted to look away, but he had to know. If his precious research subject was sick, he would be in trouble.
"Why are your hands shaking like that?" he asked, reluctantly.
"What? Oh... it's nothing serious." She tried to hide her hands and smiled. On the surface, nothing looked amiss, but Kaichen knew that that smile was forced.
"Are you ill?" he asked.
"I'm extremely healthy."
"Healthy people's hands don't shake like that," he said, impatiently.
She shrugged her shoulders and avoided his eyes. It was clear that something was going on, but she didn't want to talk about it. Kaichen averted his eyes and looked back to his notebook. She didn't need to answer if she didn't want to.
"It's because I stopped drinking," she said after a few moments. "I think it's a withdrawal symptom. But it won't affect the trip or the research. So, don't worry."
Kaichen turned away. He shouldn't have asked her. But it was relieving to know that she was alright. Am I going crazy? Kaichen asked himself. Even if her personality has changed, she is the same Dalia. Why am I so concerned about her?
Kaichen scolded himself inwardly but he couldn't completely turn a blind eye on Dalia, she was the person who had made him what he was today. Why did she have to be the medium for time magic of all people? If it was anybody else, I wouldn't have had to meet her again. I could have gone on ignoring the woman who had hurt me.
Kaichen felt annoyed and frustrated. He let out a short sigh and looked back at his notebook. In the end, all he could do was finish his research on the forbidden magic as soon as possible and go his separate way from her.
The first thing I saw was a lush forest with greenery all around. There was a small pond surrounded by willow trees. The willow leaves were yellowing, which added more color to the surrounding green. There was no wall or fence, so I walked right by the bushes. My jaw dropped.
Kaichen, in the original novel, was a famous recluse. He would rarely leave his place. Even if Julius somehow managed a superhuman feat of getting him out of his house once in a while, all he did was shut himself in the magic tower and continue with his research. It was advantageous for Julius to keep Kaichen by his side at all times.
When I first read about Kaichen, who was always at his home and buried in books about magic and shunned people, I had thought that his place would be dusty and unkempt. However, seeing Kaichen's beautiful house for the first time took my breath away.
Am I dreaming? This is... the house I saw in my dreams before. I had imagined living in such a house after Julius became the Emperor and the novel was finally completed. I had imagined a couple of ducks in the pond.
I had wanted to spend my time cultivating vegetables in the garden. I had pictured myself in this two-storied house overlooking flowers in the garden below. While the picture of my future had changed several times, I had always come back to the image of this house and the surrounding.
"Did we take the wrong road?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"How can this beautiful place be your house? I dreamt about this house. How can it be possible?"
Kaichen glanced at me. He reluctantly indicated for me to proceed inside. I don't know what was so displeasing to him. His annoyed and scowling face refused to settle into anything else. I even thought that he would have abandoned me without a thought if it hadn't been for his research, and my 100-year-old experienced cooking skills.
Following him along a trail where wildflowers bloomed in the well-maintained yard, I was blown away by the beauty of it all. The yellow rose bushes hugging the wall of the house looked exquisite. How can it seem so mismatched with the owner? | STORY |
Viagra Online Now!! 22560
<HTML><FONT BACK="#ffffff" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" SIZE=3 PTSIZE=12><B> VIAGRA </FONT><FONT COLOR="#000000" BACK="#ffffff" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" SIZE=2 PTSIZE=10 FAMILY="SANSSERIF" FACE="Arial" LANG="0"></B><BR>
<BR>
the breakthrough medication for impotence<BR>
delivered to your mailbox...<BR>
<BR>
..without leaving your computer.<BR>
<BR>
Simply Click Here:<A HREF="http://host.1bulk-email-software.com/ch4/pharm/blue">http://host.1bulk-email-software.com/ch4/pharm/blue</A><BR>
<BR>
In less than 5 minutes you can complete the on-line consultation and in<BR>
many cases have the medication in 24 hours.<BR>
<BR>
Simply Click Here:<A HREF="http://host.1bulk-email-software.com/ch4/pharm/blue">http://host.1bulk-email-software.com/ch4/pharm/blue</A><BR>
>From our website to your mailbox.<BR>
On-line consultation for treatment of compromised sexual function.<BR>
<BR>
Convenient...affordable....confidential.<BR>
We ship VIAGRA worldwide at US prices.<BR>
<BR>
To Order Visit:<A HREF="http://host.1bulk-email-software.com/ch4/pharm/blue">http://host.1bulk-email-software.com/ch4/pharm/blue</A><BR>
<BR>
This is not a SPAM. You are receiving this because<BR>
you are on a list of email addresses that I have bought.<BR>
And you have opted to receive information about<BR>
business opportunities. If you did not opt in to receive<BR>
information on business opportunities then please accept <BR>
our apology. To be REMOVED from this list simply reply <BR>
with REMOVE as the subject. And you will NEVER receive <BR>
another email from me.<A HREF="mailto:[email protected]">mailto:</A><A HREF="mailto:[email protected]">[email protected]</A><BR>
<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
</FONT></HTML>
| SPAM |
Consider two equal volumes of the same type of fluid. If the two volumes are not at the same
temperature, then the volume with the higher temperature will also have a lower density and,
therefore, less mass. Since the volume at the higher temperature will have a lower mass, it will
also have less force exerted on it by gravity. This difference in the force of gravity exerted on
the fluid will tend to cause the hotter fluid to rise and the colder fluid to sink.
This effect is seen in many places. One example of this is a hot air balloon. The force causing
a hot air balloon to rise is a result of a difference in density between the hot air inside the
balloon and the cooler air surrounding it.
Heat added to the air in the balloon adds energy to the molecules of air. The movement of the
air molecules increases and the air molecules take up more space. The air molecules inside the
balloon take up more space than the same amount of air molecules outside the balloon. This
means the hot air is less dense and lighter than the surrounding air. Since the air in the balloon
is less dense, gravity has less effect on it. The result is that the balloon weighs less than the
surrounding air. Gravity pulls cooler air down into the space occupied by the balloon. The
downward movement of the cooler air forces the balloon out of the space previously occupied,
and the balloon rises.
Conditions Required for Natural Circulation
Natural circulation will only occur if the correct conditions exist. Even after natural circulation
has begun, removal of any one of these conditions will cause the natural circulation to stop. The
conditions for natural circulation are as follows.
A temperature difference exists (heat source and heat sink exists).
The heat source is at a lower elevation than the heat sink.
The fluids must be in contact with each other.
There must be two bodies of fluid at different temperatures. This could also be one body of fluid
with areas of different temperatures. The difference in temperature is necessary to cause a
density difference in the fluid. The density difference is the driving force for natural circulation
The difference in temperature must be maintained for the natural circulation to continue.
Addition of heat by a heat source must exist at the high temperature area. Continuous removal
of heat by a heat sink must exist at the low temperature area. Otherwise the temperatures would
eventually equalize, and no further circulation would occur.
The heat source must be at a lower elevation than the heat sink. As shown by the example of
the balloon, a warmer fluid is less dense and will tend to rise, and a cooler fluid is more dense
and will tend to sink. To take advantage of the natural movement of warm and cool fluids, the
heat source and heat sink must be at the proper elevations. | EDUCATION |
In 8th Grade, students learn about the concept of the volume of a cylinder and how to calculate the radius of a cylinder when its volume is given. The cylinder has a circular base and a curved surface. “Find radius of a cylinder given volume and height Quiz” can help students test their understanding of this formula.
To calculate the radius of a cylinder, students need to know the formula V = πr²h, where V is the volume, r is the radius of the circular base, and h is the height of the cylinder. Using this quiz, teachers can easily identify the knowledge gaps of the students and help them to understand the formula and its application. | EDUCATION |
<i>In the depths of my heart,</i>
<i>a flicker of hope ignited</i>
<i>As I looked into your eyes,</i>
<i>feeling something so right</i>
<i>I was always unlucky in love,</i>
<i>But you appeared like a beam, </i>
<i>a guiding light to follow</i>
<i>You made me believe</i>
<i>in the magic of love once more</i>
<i>With your words of comfort and promises</i>
<i>I let myself fall for you,</i>
<i>surrendering to the allure</i>
<i>Thinking you were the one, </i>
<i>my heart felt so sure</i>
<i>But the truth unveiled its harsh reality, </i>
<i>when you said we'll only ever be friends</i>
<i>The pain of rejection pierced through me </i>
<i>We were not destined to be together </i>
<i>And the ache in my soul,</i><i>left me feeling sore</i>
<i>Late-night chats and words of reassurance,</i>
<i>making me feel I was loved</i>
<i>Was that all just an act of friendship?</i>
<i>Why give me hope, only to snatch it away?</i>
<i>Leaving me lost in the shadows of dismay</i>
<i>Once more, fate proved,</i>
<i>how unlucky was I in love</i>
<i>Leaving me with an incomplete wish</i>
<i>and a broken heart all over again</i>
~By me | STORY |
Part-Whole Concept and the Change Concept . The Singapore Math Primary Curriculum adopts a concrete-pictorial-abstract progressive approach to help pupils tackle seemingly difficult and challenging word problems. Mathematics Teachers in Singapore usually make use of concrete objects to allow students to make sense of the comparison concept by comparing two or more quantities. Once the pupils can visualize how much one quantity is greater than or smaller than another quantity, they will then move on to put these relationships in rectangular bars as pictorial representations of the math models concerned.
To illustrate the comparison concept, take a look at the following problem:
Peter has 5 pencils and 3 erasers. How many more pencils than erasers does he have?
We can first give the child concrete objects, like 5 pencils and 3 erasers, and let the child put the two groups of objects side-by-side to match the 2 types of items, i.e., 1 pencils match with 1 eraser. Then, he will be able to see that there are 2 more pencils which cannot be matched with any erasers because he has run out of erasers to do that.
When they are comfortable with comparing concrete objects, we can then proceed to teach them to draw pictures of the concrete objects within boxes to illustrate the equation 5 - 3 = 2
After that, we can teach the kids to go on to draw the boxes without the objects.
Eventually, the equation can be visualised as a comparison between the 2 quantities given in the question and the pupils can easily see that to find the difference, they just need to subtract the smaller quantity from the larger quantity.
So, 5 - 3 = 2
Therefore, Peter has 2 more pencils than erasers.
Hence, we can see that the relationship among the larger quantity, the smaller quantity and the difference can be summarised as follows:
To find the difference given two unequal quantities, just subtract the smaller quantity from the larger quantity:
Larger Quantity - Smaller Quantity = Difference
To find the larger quantity given the difference and the smaller quantity, just add the smaller quantity to the difference:
Smaller Quantity + Difference = Larger Quantity
To find the smaller quantity given the difference and the larger quantity, just subtract the Difference from the larger quantity:
Larger Quantity - Difference = Smaller Quantity
Go To Top - Comparison Concept
If you want us to send you our future Modelmatics eZine that would inform you on the latest article in Teach Kids Math By Model Method, do an easy sign-up below. Subscription is FREE! | EDUCATION |
"And so you see, Cobalt, once the Alliance of Altruism realizes you're missing, I’m confident that your old comrade Captain Magnanimous will be racing to your aid, to his ultimate peril.”
I looked around the strange chamber, still feeling somewhat groggy from the sedatives. The entire facility seemed to have some complex electromagnetic field apparatus deployed throughout, no doubt to counter Magnanimous’s suite of capabilities and powers. Even simply being restrained, I felt the hair on my head and arms stand up in the statically-charged room. Still, I shook my head.
“Look man.. Doctor… what was it, Molarity? Could I offer a bit of advice?”
“Polarity, you simpleton. Doctor Polarity. Seeing that as soon as your friend arrives and is defeated, I will have both of you disposed of, I suppose there’s no harm in letting the dead man speak.”
I grinned at him.
“It’s not the good Captain you need to worry about with this whole stunt. It’s my wife.”
For the first time since I awoke in the chamber, this Doctor figure seemed a bit perturbed. Clearly, my lady love was not a factor he had considered in his epic plan to confront my friend.
“Your… your wife? Why is that, who is she?”
I pressed him. “Tell you what, let me out of these restraints, and let me go, and we can forget all about this. I go home, you find some other way to fight Magnanimous, and I save you the beating of a lifetime, ok? Trust me on this one, bud, I’m just looking out for you.”
Polarity seemed unsure for just a moment, but then started to laugh.
“A fool’s ploy, made out of desperation by a doomed man! You cannot possibly expect me to —”
There was a crash above us, and a shower of roofing and rubble that kicked up a heavy cloud of dust. As I blinked and peered through the grime, I saw her. Miranda, the Miragemancer, decked out again in her full supervillian getup. Or, more accurately, I saw her and fourteen of her Illusion-Clones, surrounding the restraint table and our friend the Doctor, who was now positively pale. Tied up as I was, I still felt my heart soar at the sight of her, especially since it’d been a long while since I’d seen her fully kitted for battle. She looked absolutely stunning, the way she did when we used to clash, so long ago. Perks of being in a supermarriage, I guess.
“Polarity.” Miranda’s voice was flat, each syllable hanging heavy with danger.
The mad scientist gulped, and bowed low.
“Miragemancer, to what do I owe this most unexpected pleasure?” He chanced a look upon my wife’s face. “Perhaps the Viceroy of Villainy informed you of my daring plan to defeat the wretched Captain Magnanimous, and you are here to observe or aid in the coming fight? Or have I offended you by capturing your archrival to use as my bait? I would be more than happy to offer you the killing blow on the Cobalt Carabiner, your long-hated nemesis, if it would please you!”
Miranda said nothing for a long while, and I couldn’t help but smile. Having been subject to her withering gaze many a time over the years, it was nice to see someone else squirming under it for a change. Eventually, she continued.
“Why. Do you have. My husband.”
Poor Polarity looked like he was about to keel over and pass out.
“He— HIM? Your husband is… I… uhhh,” he petered out, wilting in place.
Behind me, I felt one of the Illusion-Clones undoing the restraints. I slipped off the table, and flexed my wrists once, twice. Satisfied, I walked to stand alongside my wife. Miranda kissed me on the cheek, a quick and fierce little thing, before turning back to Polarity.
“Carabiner’s alter-ego turned out to be my very own darling husband, which is why you haven’t seen me at any meetings at the Viceroy’s Palace lately. We’ve been enjoying our time away from the Super-Struggle, and I really don’t take kindly to this, Pole.”
Doctor Polarity began bowing and scraping, blubbering out apologies, and right on cue, Captain Magnanimous arrived, levitating down to the floor where we were all gathered through the hole Miranda blew through the roof.
“Miranda, Cole, all sorted then?”
Miranda offered a fist for the Captain to bump. “Yep, appreciate the tip-off, Marty. Owe ya one.”
Magnanimous laughed. “Are you kidding? I’ve never seen ol Doc Pole this humiliated before in all our years, I should be thanking you. Y’all can head home, I think I got it from here.”
I frowned slightly at that, feeling somewhat pouty. It’d been years since I had done any hero work as the Cobalt Carabiner, and in all the excitement, I realized how much I’d missed it.
“Aww come on, Marty, you don’t wanna do one final team-up, to take down Polarity here? I’ve been out of practice a bit but I can still slug with the best of ‘em.”
Marty laughed again, rich and deep, from the stomach.
“Appreciate it, my guy, but judging by the look Mirage’s wearing, she’d have you home sooner rather than later.”
I sighed, and looked to follow my wife out of the facility, only to wobble unsteadily on my legs. The sedatives, it would seem, hadn’t quite run their course. Miranda, alarmed, dove to support me.
“You alright, honey?”
I nodded. “Just a bit shak—woah!”
The next thing I knew, Miranda was princess-carrying me out of Polarity’s lab. I ducked my face low in her embrace so the others couldn’t see my wildfire blush, and allowed myself to be carried off into the cold night.
“So, home then?” I asked.
“Definitely,” she answered, her voice carrying just a touch of spice. “We’re going straight back. Seeing you tied up on the table like that… gave me some ideas.”
END | STORY |
[ILUG] Best Replica Goods - Best Prices
*** FREE BONUS OFFER - SEE BELOW ***
We can supply TOP QUALITY, VIRTUALLY IDENTICAL REPLICAS of just about anything - from watches to wallets, from lighters to lingerie, clothing, accessories, even electrical goods. All your favorite designer labels reproduced at a fraction of the price.
All major Credit Cards accepted. Worldwide certified shipping. Quality guaranteed.
We are currently building our catalog so let us know that you want to receive notification when our on-line catalog is published later this month to qualify for a GREAT FREE BONUS OFFER.
*** FREE BONUS: Register NOW for our catalog and receive one pair of designer REPLICA sunglasses (our regular price $15) & check out the quality of our goods FREE OF CHARGE ***
For more information email: [email protected]
Register NOW to be sure you don't miss out !!!
To remove from future mailings email: [email protected]
Register NOW to be sure you don't miss out !!!
--
Irish Linux Users' Group: [email protected]
http://www.linux.ie/mailman/listinfo/ilug for (un)subscription information.
List maintainer: [email protected]
| SPAM |
This worksheet is a mathematics practice tool aimed at helping students learn to convert decimals from expanded form to standard form. Each exercise presents parts of a decimal number, showing the value of each digit according to its place value, and students are expected to combine these parts to form the decimal number in standard notation. The worksheet includes entertaining illustrations, such as a mouse and a rooster, to make the activity more engaging for young learners. At the bottom of the page, there is a self-evaluation section with smiley faces for students to express their feelings about their performance on the task.
The worksheet’s purpose is to strengthen students’ understanding of decimal place values and to practice the skill of constructing standard decimal numbers from their expanded components. This skill is fundamental in mathematics as it underpins a clear comprehension of how decimal numbers are structured and how each place value contributes to the overall number. Such practice is essential for developing fluency in working with decimals, which is a critical aspect of mathematics education. It also prepares students for more advanced concepts, such as decimal operations and problem-solving involving decimals. | EDUCATION |
Hiii, it's Charlie. Welcome back to the <i>Sacrificed </i>series!! If you still haven't read the first book <i>Let Me Go, </i>I advise to read that first so everything will be more clear.
After writing for an entire year the first book I finally finished and I couldn't wait to start writing this second one. I'm really excited and I hope you're too.
Well this book will go through Civil War, Black Widow, Infinity War and Endgame, but there will also be some flashbacks. It will most likely be pretty long, certainly longer than the first. I'll do my best with updating this time, istg😭
You already know Cameron and her story and I don't want to tell you much about this book because I want it to be a big surprise. Let's just say that <i>a lot </i>is going to happen.
I'll try to update a couple of chapters and more together every time.
The first book did really good and I'm so grateful, so I hope it will be the same with this one.
I can't wait to start writing this book and I really hope you will enjoy it!!
I have also some dedications for this book, I love you all so much:
<a href="https://www.wattpad.com/user/summerpotterx">summerpotterx</a>
<a href="https://www.wattpad.com/user/whore4fictionals">whore4fictionals</a>
This is a small playlist I made for this book
How to use:
1. save/ screenshot the photo
2. go on spotify and go to search
3. press on the camera icon in the corner
4. press select from photos
5. select the saved/screenshotted image with the code
6. listen and enjoy <3)
<b><i> Love you all 3000,</i></b>
<b><i>-charlie<</i></b>3 | STORY |
http://www.efi.ie
This is a multi-part message in MIME format
--6b68a94d-e09d-4085-9e4a-425d259a6579
Content-Type: text/html; charset=iso-8859-1
Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable
<html>
<head>
<meta http-equiv=3D"Content-Type" content=3D"text/html; charset=3D=
iso-8859-1">
<!-- 2.2 -->
<title></title>
</head>
<body bgcolor=3D"#FFFFFF">
<table width=3D"600" border=3D"0" cellspacing=3D"0" cellpadding=3D"0">
<tr>
<td><font face=3D"Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size=3D=
"2">Hi<br>
<br>
I visited <a href=3D=
"http://www.trafficmagnet.net">http://www.efi.ie</a>, and
noticed that you're not listed on some search engines! I think we can =
offer
you a service which can help you increase traffic and the number of =
visitors
to your website.<br>
<br>
I would like to introduce you to <a href=3D=
"http://www.trafficmagnet.net">TrafficMagnet.net</a>. We offer a unique =
technology
that will submit your website to over 300,000 search engines and =
directories
every month.<br>
<br>
</font>
<table width=3D"398" border=3D"0" cellspacing=3D"0" cellpadding=3D"0" =
align=3D"center">
<tr><td><a href=3D"http://www.trafficmagnet.net"><img src=3D=
"http://image10.trafficmagnet.net/image/logo.gif" width=3D"137" height=3D=
"136" border=3D"0"></a></td>
<td><a href=3D"http://www.trafficmagnet.net"><img src=3D=
"http://image10.trafficmagnet.net/imagenew//SC172/003/083/gem.jpg" width=3D=
"197" height=3D"141" border=3D"1"></a></td>
<td valign=3D"bottom"><a href=3D"http://www.trafficmagnet.net"><img =
src=3D"http://image10.trafficmagnet.net/image/signup.gif" width=3D"62" =
height=3D"136" border=3D"0"></a></td>
</tr>
</table>
<font face=3D"Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size=3D"2"><br>
You'll be surprised by the low cost, and by how effective this website =
promotion
method can be. <br>
<br>
To find out more about TrafficMagnet and the cost for submitting your =
website
to over 300,000 search engines and directories, visit <a href=3D=
"http://www.trafficmagnet.net">www.TrafficMagnet.net</a>.
<br>
<br>
I would love to hear from you. <br>
<br><br>
Best Regards,<br><br>
Christine Hall <br>
Sales and Marketing <br>
E-mail: [email protected] <br>
<a href=3D=
"http://www.trafficmagnet.net">http://www.TrafficMagnet.net</a>
</font> </td>
</tr>
</table>
</body>
</html>
--6b68a94d-e09d-4085-9e4a-425d259a6579--
| SPAM |
In 8th Grade, students learn about the concept of the volume of a cone and how to calculate the radius of a cone when its volume is given. The cone has a circular base and a vertex at the top. “Find radius given volume of cone and height Quiz” can help students test their understanding of this formula.
To calculate the radius of a cone, students need to know the formula V = ⅓ πr²h, where V is the volume, r is the radius of the circular base, and h is the height of the cone. Using this quiz, teachers can easily identify the knowledge gaps of the students and help them to understand the formula and its application. | EDUCATION |
Hey, it's me. JustSomeBooks17.
Yeah, <i>that one</i>.
I just am butting in to warn you that this story kinda fell out of my path. That is to say, that I'll probably not be working on it any further unless I get inspiration or a big idea for it. I'm gonna keep it up for now in case anyone finds it a little interesting, but again I warn you, an ending may not come.
Yours truly,
Mr. Lazy. | STORY |
The first quasars discovered looked like stars but had strong radio emission. Their visible-light spectra at first seemed confusing, but then astronomers realized that they had much larger redshifts than stars. The quasar spectra obtained so far show redshifts ranging from 15% to more than 96% the speed of light. Observations with the Hubble Space Telescope show that quasars lie at the centers of galaxies and that both spirals and ellipticals can harbor quasars. The redshifts of the underlying galaxies match the redshifts of the quasars embedded in their centers, thereby proving that quasars obey the Hubble law and are at the great distances implied by their redshifts. To be noticeable at such great distances, quasars must have 10 to 100 times the luminosity of the brighter normal galaxies. Their variations show that this tremendous energy output is generated in a small volume—in some cases, in a region not much larger than our own solar system. A number of galaxies closer to us also show strong activity at their centers—activity now known to be caused by the same mechanism as the quasars.
Both active galactic nuclei and quasars derive their energy from material falling toward, and forming a hot accretion disk around, a massive black hole. This model can account for the large amount of energy emitted and for the fact that the energy is produced in a relatively small volume of space. It can also explain why jets coming from these objects are seen in two directions: those directions are perpendicular to the accretion disk.
Quasars and galaxies affect each other: the galaxy supplies fuel to the black hole, and the quasar heats and disrupts the gas clouds in the galaxy. The balance between these two processes probably helps explain why the black hole seems always to be about 1/200 the mass of the spherical bulge of stars that surrounds the black hole.
Quasars were much more common billions of years ago than they are now, and astronomers speculate that they mark an early stage in the formation of galaxies. Quasars were more likely to be active when the universe was young and fuel for their accretion disk was more available.
Quasar activity can be re-triggered by a collision between two galaxies, which provides a new source of fuel to feed the black hole. | EDUCATION |
Compare with Cross Multiplication
This worksheet is designed to teach students how to compare the size of proper fractions using the technique of cross multiplication. The sheet provides an example at the top, showing how to multiply the numerator of one fraction by the denominator of the other, and vice versa, to determine which fraction is greater. The main activity consists of fourteen comparison problems where students need to use cross multiplication to compare pairs of proper fractions. Each problem has space for students to perform calculations and write which fraction is larger.
The objective of this worksheet is to develop students’ understanding of relative fraction sizes without converting to a common denominator or to decimal form. By using cross multiplication, students can determine which of two fractions is greater by comparing the cross products. This skill is particularly useful when dealing with fractions that have unlike denominators and can be applied in various mathematical contexts, including algebraic inequalities. The worksheet is intended to provide students with practice in comparing fractions, reinforcing their number sense and preparing them for more complex mathematical concepts. | EDUCATION |
BIZ, .INFO, .COM for only $14.95
IMPORTANT INFORMATION:
The new domain names are finally available to the general public at discount prices. Now you can register one of the exciting new .BIZ or .INFO domain names, as well as the original .COM and .NET names for just $14.95. These brand new domain extensions were recently approved by ICANN and have the same rights as the original .COM and .NET domain names. The biggest benefit is of-course that the .BIZ and .INFO domain names are currently more available. i.e. it will be much easier to register an attractive and easy-to-remember domain name for the same price. Visit: http://www.affordable-domains.com today for more info.
Register your domain name today for just $14.95 at: http://www.affordable-domains.com. Registration fees include full access to an easy-to-use control panel to manage your domain name in the future.
Sincerely,
Domain Administrator
Affordable Domains
To remove your email address from further promotional mailings from this company, click here:
http://www.centralremovalservice.com/cgi-bin/domain-remove.cgi
9358vISa9-l9
| SPAM |
Software that helps you remove negative credit items (0766aExl8-42@11)
Have you checked your personal credit reports recently?
If you are planning making any major purchase like purchasing a Home or
newcar or getting a new job or even a promotion, Please....read on!
You need to have a GOOD to EXCELLENT credit rating. If you do already,
that's important, but if you know your credit is less than perfect, you need
to get those negative remarks REMOVED, LEGALLY and quickly.
How? It's easier than you think.
With NuCredit Software YOU can clear any negatives already on your
credit reports, This requires NO experience OR special skills from you to use our
program.
This is how we can help:
Getting "Excellent Credit" has never been easier at
http://wws2.dyn.ee
For the first time ever, we have simplified this process and made it
easy for thousands just like you that are looking for a safe and legal and
easy way to remove "bad credit" permanently, once and for all!. NuCredit
can remove Judgements, Bankruptcies, Tax liens and any other
negative ratings, in fact, ANYTHING that is reported on your credit.
"We" will not clear your negative credit, but "you" can, and easily
too. You are not going to spend hundreds or even thousands of dollars to do
it,or depend on someone you don't even know to take action.
If you can send an email, you can operate our software. It's just that
simple.
This "Fast and easy-to-use" program is called, NuCredit.
Here is a brief description:
The easiest and most effective credit program available today.
NuCredit is designed to improve and remove negative items on
your personal credit reports at home or the office quickly and
effectively. This is your first step to achieving financial independence.
NuCredit does it all "Step by Step"...Each easy-to-understand step
is designed to remove negative credit remarks on each of the major
credit bureau files, legally! Never before, has it been easier to
remove negative credit just like the professionals.
This program is the complete route to getting, using, and managing your
credit reports wisely even if you're unskilled in credit or computers.
10 minutes a month is all you need to:
Remove negative items from each credit report:
TRW (Experian), TransUnion, CBI/Equifax
Communicate with the credit bureaus without fear or reprisal.
Review your credit reports on a consistent cycle (every 30 days!)
Manage your own credit reports easily.
Now "you" have control over your reports.
Re-establish good credit, Fast and easy!"
Please go to:
http://wws2.dyn.ee
Let's get started today!. Don't let another minute pass.
To be removed click below
http://wws2.dyn.ee/remove.htm
[6897Xjvk9-144hsPG7837zbKJ3-198zOzv0155tGcO9-717sfou4155TgDj5-12@59]
| SPAM |
A comet spends most of its time far from the sun in the deep freeze of space. But once each orbit a comet comes very close to the sun, allowing the sun’s heat to evaporate much of the comet’s ice and dislodge dust to form a beautiful tail. Comets have little mass, so each close pass to the sun greatly reduces a comet’s size, and eventually comets fade away. They can’t survive billions of years.
Two other mechanisms can destroy comets—ejections from the solar system and collisions with planets. Ejections happen as comets pass too close to the large planets, particularly Jupiter, and the planets’ gravity kicks them out of the solar system. While ejections have been observed many times, the first observed collision was in 1994, when Comet Shoemaker-Levi IX slammed into Jupiter.
Given the loss rates, it’s easy to compute a maximum age of comets. That maximum age is only a few million years. Obviously, their prevalence makes sense if the entire solar system was created just a few thousand years ago, but not if it arose billions of years ago.
Evolutionary astronomers have answered this problem by claiming that comets must come from two sources. They propose that a Kuiper belt beyond the orbit of Neptune hosts short-period comets (comets with orbits under 200 years), and a much larger, distant Oort cloud hosts long-period comets (comets with orbits over 200 years).
Yet there is no evidence for the supposed Oort cloud, and there likely never will be. In the past twenty years astronomers have found thousands of asteroids orbiting beyond Neptune, and they are assumed to be the Kuiper belt. However, the large size of these asteroids (Pluto is one of the larger ones) and the difference in composition between these asteroids and comets argue against this conclusion. | EDUCATION |
This suffix worksheet is designed for 6 to 12-year-old children to guide them about suffixes and their uses.
When the children are firm with the lessons on verbs, then they are introduced to suffixes and prefixes concepts. This worksheet helps a child to understand and practice different types of suffixes along with their meaning.
Suffix meaning: As mentioned in the video lesson, a suffix is added to the end of the root word to change the meaning of the word. It might change the verb form or also the part of speech of the root word.
- Walk + ing = walking
Here, the present tense of the verb ‘walk’ changes to present continuously by adding ing to the root word.
- Play + ed = played
Here, the present tense of the verb ‘play’ changes to the past tense by adding ed to the root word.
- Good + ness = goodness
Here, the adjective ‘good’ is changed to the noun ‘goodness’ once the suffix ‘ness’ is added to the root word.
How to Practice the Suffix Worksheet?
Suffixes are an essential part of the English language as it helps a child to decode the words in a sentence. To understand how it changes the meaning of the word, it is important to understand its meaning and where we should apply them. This is what a child will learn in this worksheet.
In Part 1 of the worksheet, a child needs to read the suffix in column A and match it with the correct meaning in column B. This is an important activity before moving ahead with the usage of suffixes after the words.
Suffix ‘able’ means “able to” – a child, therefore, needs to draw a line from the word ‘able’ in column A taking it to its meaning “able to” in column B.
Let us take another example:
Suffix ‘ward’ means “direction” –therefore a child must draw a line from the suffix ‘ward’ in column A to its meaning “direction” in column B.
In Part 2 of the worksheet, a child must read the root word and then join the mentioned suffix at the end of the root word to form a new word.
- Good + ness = goodness
- Men + tion = mention
Once done, encourage the child to read both the root words and the new words loudly. This would help them comprehend the pronunciation and difference of the word meaning thoroughly.
In Part 3 of the worksheet, the child has to read the written sentences and fill in the blanks with the best-suited new word they formed in Part 2 of the worksheet.
In the example below:
Josh and Amber are ________ friends.
The child will search for the best-suited new words formed using suffixes in Part 2 of the worksheet to fill in the blanks. Here, ‘childhood’ is the best-suited word that fits in the sentence to make it meaningful.
Rewrite the above sentence as – Josh and Amber are childhood friends.
Control of Error
Only one new word will make the sentence meaningful.
After completing each sentence, encourage the child to read it loudly. Forming the new words with suffixes would help them enhance their vocabulary and improve their reading habit. Filling the blanks with the correct word will also let them comprehend the words better.
Download the worksheet and start practicing various types of suffixes and their usage.
Note: You can also watch the video here to learn the concept of suffixes in detail.
Helps the child learn and practice the application of rule 4 of capitalizationView Worksheet | EDUCATION |
Glaciers cover about 10 percent of the land surface near Earth’s poles and they are also found in high mountains. During the Ice Ages, glaciers covered as much as 30 percent of Earth. Around 600 to 800 million years ago, geologists think that almost all of the Earth was covered in snow and ice, called the Snowball Theory. Scientists use the evidence of erosion and deposition left by glaciers to do a kind of detective work to figure out where the ice once was and where it came from.
Glaciers are solid ice that move extremely slowly along the land surface. They erode and shape the underlying rocks. Glaciers also deposit sediments in characteristic landforms. The two types of glaciers are: continental and alpine. Continental glaciers are large ice sheets that cover relatively flat ground. These glaciers flow outward from where the greatest amount of snow and ice accumulate. Alpine or valley glaciers flow downhill through mountains along existing valleys.
Glaciers erode the underlying rock by abrasion and plucking. Glacial meltwater seeps into cracks of the underlying rock, the water freezes and pushes pieces of rock outward. The rock is then plucked out and carried away by the flowing ice of the moving glacier. With the weight of the ice over them, these rocks can scratch deeply into the underlying bedrock making long, parallel grooves in the bedrock, called glacial striations. Mountain glaciers leave behind unique erosional features. When a glacier cuts through a ‘V’ shaped river valley, the glacier pucks rocks from the sides and bottom. This widens the valley and steepens the walls, making a ‘U’ shaped valley.For example, Utah’s landscape has been greatly influenced by glacial activity of the last ice age. Using Google Maps for our map, first look at Little Cottonwood Canyon and notice how linear the canyon is. That is a direct result of an alpine glacier carving down creating a U-shaped canyon that ultimately ended in Lake Bonneville. Now using the same map, compare Little Cottonwood Canyon with Big Cottonwood Canyon. If you were to drive from the Salt Lake Valley up the canyon, you would notice the canyon to be more V-shaped since because it was carved out by the stream and spring runoff instead of a glacier. The canyon is also more jagged in shape rather than linear like U-shaped canyons. But notice about half way up the canyon, the direction of the canyon changes from the northeast to running southeast. At that pivot point is where the canyon stopped being carved by a river and was carved by another alpine glacier. From that pivot point to the end of the canyon, the canyon because linear and more U-shaped. The cirque, where the glacier originated, is at the head of the canyon is now home to Solitude Sky Resort and a portion of the melted cirque is now called Silver Lake.Smaller tributary glaciers, like tributary streams, flow into the main glacier in their own shallower ‘U’ shaped valleys. A hanging valley forms where the main glacier cuts off a tributary glacier and creates a cliff. Streams plunge over the cliff to create waterfalls. Up high on a mountain, where a glacier originates, rocks are pulled away from valley walls.
Depositional Features of Glaciers
Lateral moraines form at the edges of the glacier as material drops onto the glacier from erosion of the valley walls. Medial moraines form where the lateral moraines of two tributary glaciers join together in the middle of a larger glacier. Sediment from underneath the glacier becomes a ground moraine after the glacier melts. Ground moraine contributes to the fertile transported soils in many regions.
Terminal moraines are long ridges of till left at the furthest point the glacier reached. End moraines are deposited where the glacier stopped for a long enough period to create a rocky ridge as it retreated. Long Island in New York is formed by two end moraines.
While glaciers dump unsorted sediments, glacial melt water can sort and re-transport the sediments. As water moves through unsorted glacial till, it leaves behind the larger particles and takes away the smaller bits of sand and silt.Several types of stratified deposits form in glacial regions but are not formed directly by the ice. Varves form where lakes are covered by ice in the winter. Dark, fine-grained clays sink to the bottom in winter but melting ice in spring brings running water that deposits lighter colored sands. Each alternating dark/light layer represents one year of deposits. If during a year, a glacier accumulates more ice than melts away, the glacier advances downhill. If a glacier melts more than it accumulates over a year, it is retreating.
- Dynamic Earth: Introduction to Physical Geography. Authored by: R. Adam Dastrup. Located at: http://www.opengeography.org/physical-geography.html. Project: Open Geography Education. License: CC BY-SA: Attribution-ShareAlike
- Baltoro glacier from air. Authored by: Guilhem Vellut. Located at: https://en.Wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Baltoro_glacier_from_air.jpg. License: CC BY-SA: Attribution-ShareAlike
- Quelccaya Glacier. Authored by: Edubucher. Located at: https://en.Wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Quelccaya_Glacier.jpg. License: CC BY-SA: Attribution-ShareAlike
- Arranque glaciar-en. Authored by: Luis Maru00eda Benu00edtez. Vectorized by Chabacano. Located at: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Arranque_glaciar-en.svg. License: CC BY-SA: Attribution-ShareAlike
- U-shaped valley. Authored by: Jasmin Ros. Located at: https://en.Wikipedia.org/wiki/File:U-shaped_valley_eng_text.jpg. License: CC BY-SA: Attribution-ShareAlike
- U-shaped valley at the head of Leh valley. Authored by: DanHobley. Located at: https://en.Wikipedia.org/wiki/File:U-shaped_valley_at_the_head_of_Leh_valley,_Ladakh.JPG. License: CC BY-SA: Attribution-ShareAlike
- What is a Glacier?. Authored by: red Orbit. Located at: https://youtu.be/fleXP9ljZ-o. License: All Rights Reserved. License Terms: Standard YouTube License
- Camille Seaman: Haunting photos of polar ice. Authored by: TED. Located at: https://youtu.be/iFfcwfiLfn0. License: All Rights Reserved. License Terms: Standard YouTube License
- Yeager-Rock-Erractic. Authored by: Williamborg. Located at: https://en.Wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Yeager-Rock-Erractic-PB110039.JPG. License: Public Domain: No Known Copyright | EDUCATION |
(F tf elephant/whale, hybrids)
Tria Amalie was a pretty woman, so pretty that it got her in trouble. She had the figure of a twig- not a curve or bump anywhere on her. Originally she was quite upset that her figure never filled out, and jealous of the bouncy curves other women had. Eventually though she came to realize just as many people were attracted to her body type. Tria also had a very high pitched voice that made her sound younger than she was- so she leaned into it. Tria became an online star, dressing up in cute, frilly dresses and putting on an innocence act. She could do almost anything on stream and people would tune in to watch her. That was not enough for some people however. Tria started to have problems with creepers and stalkers trying to track her own in the real world. It got so bad that she had to try and hide her face whenever she left her house just so no one would recognize her and she could do things in peace!
That is what lead Tria to come to RHEI. She went offline from her streaming career to hide from the public, and looking for a new line of work she stumbled on the secret organization known as RHE. Tria agreed to let them test human-animal hybrid transformations on her and in exchange, she could live the rest of her life on their private little paradise island; far, far away from peeping toms. Unfortunately while it was a great deal for her- it is still an exchange, and Tria really picked a hell of a time to sign up. The test RHE wanted to run was a hybrid of two very large creatures! Large mammals have large mammaries- the test was to see if they could isolate the breast size and muscle and bone strength to brace them regardless of how large her breasts grow. Though she was nervous about the selected animals, Tria did very much like the idea of finally getting the breasts her genes ripped her off of. RHE assured her they would take care of her needs regardless of how the transformation ultimately turned out and injected her with a tincture to start the process. Tria was to be hybridized with an elephant and a blue whale- the largest mammals on the face of the Earth. Elephants are also one of the few creatures that have breasts on their chest like a human- which would help guide related traits there, otherwise it would have been a coin toss whether she got them on her chest or her crotch- where a whale's tits would be.
Tria has sky blue eyes and blonde hair that hangs completely straight to her flat chest. She wore a thin, form fitting white long sleeve shirt and a pleated blue skirt. Her new home was visible from the RHE main facility since it sits up on a large elevated plateau- so when offered to be escorted she simply told them she would go on her own. She skipped along, enjoying the sun beating down on her. RHEI was in the sub tropics, so the weather was always some degree of warm- the island would never see a single flake of snow no matter what time of year it was. Tria was designated as Test Subject 40, so there was a good number of people already on the island, forming a small community. All of the homes looked identical, so it was a good thing she had a good memory and had her home pointed out to her back at the lab. They were just one floor houses, but modern and stocked with all the essentials, including a Playbox 5 console! She was allowed one new non-essential item per month as well so she could request other consoles and games. Depending on how much milk she produces once transformed, she can get even more, quicker. She passed by several other test subjects on her way to her house, and each one had such a unique form. Transformation magic was not exactly new- in fact many of her fellow streamers on Flinch(the leading streaming service) only streamed in the form of anthro animals using magic. But, the women of RHEI were some pretty exotic forms- and unlike transformation magic, their actual genes were altered. That meant these changes wont wear off, ever.
Tria tried her best to act normal, giving a passing greeting to avoid them noticing she was gawking at them. Breasts Tria would have considered big in the outside world don't even meet the standard for small on RHEI. There was women with boobs as big as yoga balls! And udders too! Sometimes both on the same person. Four, six- even one woman with eight breasts! And here is Tria skipping along with zero. So many were left exposed to! Tria stood out simply from being one of the only women in the valley who actually wore any clothing! Many of them simply were too large to fit into clothing, but some were unable to wear clothing properly because of their body shape. She passed a married couple laying naked on their front lawn. Test Subjects 22 and 23 joined as a couple and were both transformed- but because her husband obviously isn't going to lactate, they were given free range to transform him however they wanted. 22- Kalie was hybridized with a pangolin, so her back and gigantic tail was covered with scales so large they could individually be used as a small shield. She also had a very long narrow tongue and claws on the ends of her fingers that were longer than her entire hand each. She could not wear clothing because her tail was too big to fit in anything, and her claws so sharp she would shred clothing by trying to pull it on. Her husband was unusually small, and his skin looked rather wrinkly but still soft looking, and his hands and feet were half-paws. Test Subject 23- Jun had been hybridized with a hairless Egyptian cat! Except his phallus apparently- which was canine in shape and size though still had some subtle barbs from a feline tool.
Finally Tria got to her own home and slipped inside. The first thing she did was close the curtains over the very large, long window on the front of the house. Just inside the front door was the kitchen on the right and the living room on the left- and the window covered almost the entire wall of the living room, both in height and width. There was a single hall straight across from the front door that branched into a bathroom on one side, a bedroom on the other, and ended in a large storage closet- and that was the whole house. Tria was feeling unusually warm though, so she just sat on the couch to concentrate on the feeling. At first she thought it was the weather, then maybe embarrassment from looking over all the erotic forms of the denizens, but no... now that she was inside, the heat was still present. She started to feel oddly congested, but trying to clear her nose did not work. The heat collected into her ears and the increased blood pressure caused her heart beat to become quite loud to her, while also muting outside sounds. She did not move from the comfort of the couch, because she did not want to start doing anything with her senses to out of whack.
Tria first noted her hot ear tips stretching out, making her ears pointy. The cartilage in her nose popped suddenly causing her to gasp and grab her nose to figure out what was wrong. Her congestion seemed to clear up as a result, but also the bridge of her nose seemed like it was in the wrong place! She could feel the curve start at the bottom of her forehead! Her nose no longer started below her brow! Pressure started to build again in pulses.
"Noooo nonono! Not my face! My boobs, give me curves dammit, leave my face alone!"
She started to scrunch up her face like she was bracing for impact as the pressure built. With several popping sounds the bridge of her nose stared to grow again- in every direction! The curve started higher and higher on her face till the very top of her nose followed the curvature of the top of her head itself! Her nose expanded massively and all the movement inside of it tickled her, causing Tria to sneeze! As soon as the burst of air fired out of her nose- the entire nose stretched longer as well! She was developing an elephant trunk! After a few more seconds trying to fight it back she sneezed again, and then again! Each sneeze caused it to yank longer while it continued to swell bigger! It went past her mouth, then her whole head, then to her chest, stomach and still it got longer! By the time it stopped, it was feeling a bit raw from repeatedly sneezing and her trunk was long enough that she could touch her own thighs with it! Tria was so focused on that she barely even noticed her ears becoming nearly seven inches long now. Elephants have giant ears- but she is mixed with whale as well, who have no external ear structure at all. So her ears grew very long and pointy, but very narrow as well. She groaned, wishing her trunk had balanced traits better itself- whales don't have giant noses. Though she supposed having a trunk was better than having a blow hole in the back of her skull.
When her current changes slowed to a stop, Tria looked down at her chest with a grunt of frustration. Her areola were a bit puffy, her nipples were erect for seemingly no reason... and that was it. Her lil A cup bumps had not changed size at all. It took her quite some time to get used to her trunk as well. She was not used to having essentially what can be used as a third arm, so she would move it on accident sometimes and lifting it at all screwed up her depth perception. Raising her nose now prevented the vision from either eye from overlapping with the other, creating a hard divide down the middle of her vision. It was also odd using it as a limb in general because she also smells from it, so if she carelessly used it to pick up something like a pepper shaker, she may accidentally dump pepper into her nose! She could not use it to bathe herself or do dishes or anything like that unless she was extremely careful or she would get soap in her nose. It was also not particularly strong, and since it connected to her head she would not be able to lift anything too heavy with it, because all of the weight hinges on her neck. Tria spent quite some time just touching it and things with it.
By early evening she had an early dinner, and that was quite annoying at first. Tria kept moving her trunk to the side or up, or trying to loosely wrap it around her neck; anything to get it out of the way! It hung over her mouth, so every time she tried to eat anything she had to get the food past her nose first! She had to basically force herself to ignore her normal behavior and rest her arms at her sides. If she used her trunk to eat with, then it would already be lifted out of the way in order to get to her mouth in the first place- therefor the solution was to not use her arms at all, except when she needed to cut something because that required two limbs. Tria was very glad everyone on the island was a bit weird. She would still look bizarre with a trunk on her face, but since no one around here was the same looking; there could be no unified standard of what is good looking and what isn't.
Tria looked at herself in the mirror for a bit, naked and ready to get in the shower after dinner. She supposed it didn't look ugly at all, just... weird. When Tria was having a shower though, she noticed several stray hairs on the bottom of the tub! She reached up and to her horror; several more came out! She screamed so loud the neighbors on either side heard her! Neither elephants nor whales have any hair or fur. Tria stopped touching it, hoping maybe if she left it alone it would be okay, but they fell out with or without her intervention- by the time she was done her shower, her head was bare. She kept her eyelashes and eyebrow hair, but the top of her head was nude now. Now she looked at her tiny tits angrily. Really? All this, and still no boobs.
Tria only tossed a robe over herself and was going to go to sleep early but heard a rather timid knock on her door. She opened it to find a pretty woman with very dark brown wavy hair cascading over one side of her head, shoulder, and chest. In the back, her hairline actually trailed down to the top of her back as a pseudo-mane. Her eyes were a dark brown, though still a lighter tone than her hair, and her lips were large and deep red. When she spoke, or opened her mouth for any reason her upper teeth were always visible- they were larger than her bottom teeth, though still small enough to fit in her mouth when it was closed. Her ears were generally where most people's eyes got drawn as they were far above her head. Each ear was long and narrow and covered in dark brown fur on the back; each was over a foot long and stuck straight up! Her nostrils were a bit large, so the bottom of her nose was a bit wide. Her only clothing was a large green knitted shawl over her shoulders. Her chest had absolutely no breasts at all; not even tiny A cups like Tria- it looked like a boys chest! On the other hand, her crotch was filled with a large dark brown two-segment udder with short but very wide teats! Hidden under it was an equine vulva and anus. She had fine fur at the start of her shin which got slightly longer the further down it went- being shaggy just over her equine hooves. Her only other animal feature was a long, thin tail with a tassel on the end, and a black stripe across her upper back and shoulders. She is half donkey.
"H-hey, I don't normally pry but... you screEI-med earlier? Haar- eeii- are you okay?" Her face turned bright red as she made some very donkey noises unintentionally.
Tria blushed a bit herself. "Oh...yea." She motioned to her shiny smooth head. "I just found out my transformation apparently involves me being bald."
The donkey woman shrugged. "Could aAAHlways wear a wig. At least you won't drive your neighbors nuts."
"Why, why would you drive your neighbors nuts?"
"Be-heee-CAAAWse-...." She motioned to her throat. "Because of that."
"The braying? You can't control it?"
She lowered her long ears a bit and shook her head. "No. I hAAHd to ask RHE to soundproof my house. I am Rosemary by the way- test subject 38. So, your elephant?"
"Yea, and whale. My name is Tria. This is all I got so far for changes... I was supposed to get big ol tiddies but..." Tria shrugged, clearly a bit annoyed by it.
"H-haAAA-ave you tried...y'know, touching them?"
"Huh? I mean, I have been examining them, waiting for changes."
"But using the parts thAAHt are supposed to change HEEE-helps them change fAAAHster. AnhEEway- I live right beside you if you nHEEed any help." She glanced around. "I better not stand around tAAHlking too much or I will wake people up with my damned voice. H-ha..aaaAAHve a good first night."
Tria almost wanted to invite Rosemary inside, but she is only wearing a house coat and was planning to go to sleep soon anyway. So, her neighbor is a donkey. Donkey braying is admittedly a bit hard on the ears- a shrill wheezing sound on the high notes, but Rosemary looked cute, and she seems nice. Tria did wonder how Rosemary heard her in the first place. She must have already been outside for some reason, because she said her house was soundproofed- so if she was inside there would be no way she could have heard Tria. When Tria flopped into bed though, hanging the robe on the bed post, she glanced at her lil tits and started to blush. Touching them might help them grow? Well, it certainly couldn't hurt, whether it made them grow or not.
She grabbed her little A cups- and they did feel firmer than usual. Maybe they had grown, just too little to notice visually. Her nipples had been trapped in permanent erection all day, so now she took to flicking them back and forth; enjoying the feeling of the rubbery flesh twanging back into place. As Tria turned herself on, the weight of her trunk started to come more into focus, and how low it sat on her body when limp. It was long enough... to reach down below. She just put the end over her pussy at first, then gently pressed in on it while rolling the pert hills of her breasts in her palms. Tria gasped and squirmed a bit as her breasts suddenly felt tight, the insides getting too big for the outside. She let them go and just hovered her hands over them just in case her holding them somehow restricted the growth. They were also radiating quite a bit of heat- she could feel the warmth coming off her breasts without actually touching them. The surface of her breasts started to round out more, rising slowly toward her palms forcing her to raise her hands higher. Its working! She is finally getting boobs!
Tria smiled giddily, and let out a surprised moan when she felt like someone cupping her butt suddenly! Her rump was pressing into the bed under her more, causing her to shift her hips several times as her thighs became meatier and her butt rounded out. Nice! She did not expect that, but she will absolutely take it. Her trunk squeezed her pussy and then dipped inside. It was too big to fit into herself normally but it was also quite squishy since the nostrils can collapse- so she can get it into herself easy enough, as long as she doesn't try to breath out of it. It did not have enough length to get much inside anyway; unless she folded her body over and right now she was more focused on her chest. The tension in her breasts seemed to shift in gentle pulses- first the insides grew and put tension on the skin, then the skin relaxed and the pressure of new growth spreading outward started again on the inside. She pinched each nipple between index and thumb and used the rest of her fingers to cup as much of her boob as they could. She pushed down and pulled outward, tugging the nipples in a way that caused her entire boob to wobble around. First cute B cup breasts, only large enough to fully assume the tear drop shape of a perfect boob, but then C cup hills- the perfect size to fill a hand with no spillage. They continued to swell again into D cups, large enough that Tria grabbed them and slapped her boobs together, swinging them by her nipples! Just the arousal caused knowing she has boobs now was driving her wild, but she let them drop so she could look through her cleavage to see where the pleasure was coming from down below.
Tria's thighs had slowly continued to swell, and finally filled the gap between her legs- squeezing back onto her pussy because her had not changed her position again to adjust for the increased mass. She rocked her hips a bit, humming in pleasure at the feeling of her soft padded butt cheeks between her and the bed. She crossed her legs slightly and squeezed her thighs together, which squished her outer labia and shoved the end of her trunk deeper inside and Tria squealed and shuddered in pleasure- grabbing and kneading her swelling boobs aggressively. They swelled to Es and were large enough that she could push them up and kiss and lick the tops of her own boobs! Then they swelled to F cups and she could rock the nipples far enough up to suck her own tits, and nibble on the nipples! A tingling pleasure and stretching feeling shot down her spine as she trembled in pleasure and it overloaded her- sending her into a full blown orgasm as a tail started to grow out from her! The tail thrashed around frantically since she had no muscle control in her lower body while in a climax. It continued to grow a bit after her orgasm calmed, but not by a lot. It only grew long enough to reach her knees, though it was quite thick. Tria fell asleep in the afterglow.
In her dreams her boobs were impossibly huge. Each one larger than her entire body several times over, but somehow still floating up off the ground and she was able to carry them with zero strain. The other women of the island came to help fan her in the hot sun, and rub their own boobs up against hers to compare them, applauding her for her size. She was given a floating throne and sat on it in the middle of a pool, while all the other exotic women sunbathed around her- a display of a hundred boobs and udders all around with Tria at its center! Then a ship arrived at the beach which was only a few feet away and let off at least a dozen buff, naked men as gifts to pay tribute to Tria! She stood from her throne and slammed her giant mega tits onto the side of the pool for them to admire- but one of them circled around, and her presenting her breasts to the other unintentionally presented her butt to the one.
"Finally found you TinyTots69!"
Her heart jumped when she realized he knew her user name! It was one of the creepers who was always stalking her!! Tria woke up with a gasp.
"Uuugh... they even hunt me in my dreams..."
The small sun window in the roof of the bedroom told her it was still night time and she should still be sleeping. She tried to get up to get a glass of water before returning to bed, but had some trouble. The bed was sinking in from extra weight like the mattress was trying to swallow her. In her sleepy haze she did not realize it was her own body shape that was off, till she tossed her legs over the side of her bed and placed a hand on them about to get up. Her thighs were massive! Her breasts looked a bit bigger too, but not a full cup size. Her thighs and especially her ass on the other hand were gigantic! They looked like they belonged to a woman ten times her size! An ass that big on her would have been physically impossible before- her hips must also have expanded while she slept in order to house it. It took her several tried to be able to stand up with these proportions. Once she was on her feet though- being this bottom heavy; she doubted anything could topple her over. She had to lean to one side to fit in the area between her bed and the wall. Unless she waddled, it felt like she was deliberately throwing her butt from side to side when she walked, just because the soft mass rolled from side to side so easily with the motion, and there was so much of it to move.
Tria looked in the mirror, glad her head hadn't mutated any worse. This was a bit more ass than Tria could confidently handle, but she supposed she was not against these changes. When Tria was about to reach for an empty glass of water though, her forearms had a dull ache in them. The bone felt like it was trying to shift- like her joint was not quite sitting in the socket properly, and it took all the strength from her lower arm temporarily. She pulled them closer to herself and wiggled her fingers and tried to roll her wrist, seeing if she could pop the joint. It popped- but not the way she expected or wanted! Her forearm suddenly became wider! This yanked the bones in her wrist and hands apart for a moment, before they swelled in size to fill the gaps created. Her fingers were now further apart.
"What on ear-ooh.... ohhhh~"
She gently rocked back and forth a moment as her entire body felt heavier than it should be and a soft but consistent pressure all over her entire body! Tria grabbed the sides of the sink counter a moment and could actually hear her body groaning as her entire form grew all at once! Her entire body grew together, making her overall size greater! She did not want to be going through changes like this on her feet so Tria turned to leave and unintentionally knocked the bar off the towel rack! Her ass was so large and her overall body had grown so much that standing in front of the sink- her ass touched the wall behind her! She had to squeeze her butt cheek against the wall while thrusting her hip as far forward into the sink as she could in order to turn around and leave the bathroom! If she gets any bigger she will need RHE to rebuild her bathroom to a new custom size! Tria walked to the kitchen awkwardly, teetering a few times. Her body felt so bloated and stiff, it still wasn't sitting right.
Tria moaned as she grew a bit bigger still! Her legs started to feel hot and she used her trunk to divide her boobs so she could look straight down and seen them starting to inflate! It looked like she was having a severe allergic reaction to something at first! Her shins bloated out fatter and rounder- causing the definition of her knees to vanish in the plump flesh above and below. Her ankles lost definition next as the flesh swelled to the same width as her legs, but this caused her to need to roll her weight onto the front of her feet only, because the bottom of the ankle also swelled out, forcing it to rise! Her feet started to bloat out as well, swelling to the same width! Even her toes looked like little sausages, and then fat spheres before vanishing into the growing mass of plush, taught skin! She could not see her toes anymore, but it felt like they were being shoved further apart from one another by growing fat! Tria could tell by the now growing toenails that her toes were being spread evenly around the front half of what used to be her foot- now her leg was shaped like a pillar- the same proportion and shape from top to the very bottom! Those are elephant legs! Except with soft human skin.
There was a hollow pop from her thigh as the hip bone widened even more. "Nononono! That is enough now, stop it."
She grabbed her hips as if she could somehow just fold the extra mass back in on itself. She felt the skin grow taught and start to billow even rounder. A glance behind herself was all she needed to know her already massive butt cheeks were growing still larger and rounder! Her tail was getting thicker along with it. It looked like it was growing longer too, but it was hard to tell around the curvature of everything else. In order to measure her tail length against her legs, it needed to first travel around the curvature of her butt cheeks, so even if it was getting bigger it wouldn't reach any further down. Tria made a dash for her bedroom. She needed to contact her handler in RHE. At the very least she would no longer fit into her bathroom with these proportions which was clearly a problem. Tria hoped they would be awake at this hour- she wasn't entirely sure what time it was but clearly not morning yet. She had been given an onyx slate with a looking glass enchantment linking to a giant PC obelisk- Tria can use it to contact RHE or her handler directly. Her footsteps really thundered against the floor now. She weighed a lot more now, but also her very flat round feet couldn't really do subtlety. Her butt was so big and round it took extra effort to take a decent sized step forward, because each step required swinging her massive ass to one side and then the other. Tria felt another growth spurt coming, moaning in worry.
She got to her bedroom and went to dash through the doorway but was yanked backwards and fell forward! She never hit the ground. Her hips were so huge they caught on either side of the doorway! Her lower half was anchored in place stuck in the doorway, her upper half held up by her wedged hips!
She glanced to the slate on her nightstand. "Oh...frick. If I can't get to the slate to call for help, I am going to have to run naked- oh wait, no. That won't work either; if I can't fit through this door, I can't fit through the front door- they are the same size!"
Well, now she was really worried. She could not fit into the bathroom or bedroom and could not leave her house to call for help. Her breasts tingled pleasurably and her nipples turned stiff again. Tria was too worried, frantically running over scenarios in her head as to what she can do. Rosemary could help, but her house is soundproofed, and she would most sertainly be in bed sleeping by now. Tria can't leave to knock on her door, and Rosemary won't hear a thing if she yells. Wait- the sun window! She used her trunk to grab the chair by the full length mirror and dresser and threw it as hard as she could through the window over her bed! The chair landed on the roof of Rosemary's house. That might wake her up. Otherwise, Tria was out of ideas. Her eyes widened as she realized her boobs were actually getting bigger again- the skin blushing pink from the growth. Tria heaved herself back up right to pull herself back in through the doorway and her boobs caught! Now her breasts were too big to fit through a doorway!! They were a hell of a lot squishier than her hips however so a bit of tugging still set her free thankfully and sent her massive globes into a jiggling fit. When she turned, she could feel her flesh brushing the walls on either side. Holy crap, just how big is she getting?
Her body groaned more and each step louder and heavier! By the time she arrived back in the kitchen her thighs were brushing the wall, even when just walking straight. Tria was leaning forward a bit because of how heavy her breasts are as well. They looked like K cups now- on the edge of any normal bra size. She kept stumbling because of how odd her feet were now shaped. Her ankles were raised well off the ground, but the skin off her ankle still rest firmly against it. And because of how meaty the flesh around it became she basically could not move her foot at all- its full range of motion was very slightly bent, or fully straight, and that was it. Tria heard a knock at the door again and sighed in relief. She was going to dash to answer the door but her body let off a small surge of growth causing her to stumble and fall back on the island counter in the kitchen for support, so she just called to the door to come in.
Rosemary opened it slowly and her eyes went wide as soon as she seen Tria leaned against the counter naked! "Uh, holy crap. Were you supposed to bHEE this big?"
Tria blushed brightly and shook her head. "No! I mean, they said it was a possibility but I don't think they would have given me this house if they fully expected it because I, uh, don't fit anywhere anymore. I can't even get to my slate to call for help! I can't....ah~" She started growing slowly again for a few seconds. "I can't fit through doors, I am trapped!"
"Well ThAAWt explains the chair on my roof... I guess. You could haAAWve just shout out a window."
"Your house is soundproof..."
"I said I asked them to soundproof it- they haven't gotten around to doing it yet!"
Rosemary dashed past her as soon as Tria told her where the slate was. Tria moaned as her entire body got bigger and bigger! Hollow pops started so sound off, making her body tremble a bit each time when a bone re-located from growth shifting its position. Her arms were deforming more too! Her forearms were growing at a speed ahead of the rest of her, causing them to get both longer and wider...but not thicker. Her hand and wrist was stretched along with it so much like her feet- they lost definition against the rest of her arm. When the forearms stopped growing, the hand kept going, stretching the end of the forearm a bit wider so it could transition properly into the still widening and lengthening hands! The first joint of all her fingers became stiff as a thick membrane of skin pulled up between them, making them webbed. She also noted that her fingernails were gone. They did not fall off, so they must have just been absorbed into the expanding flesh below, so the ends of her digits were perfectly smooth. Her hip popped loudly, expanding wider again! She wobbled from her hips shifting and then fell completely on her ass- but she was so large at that point that when she sat down it was ON the island counter, causing the left side of it to collapse and the right side to catapult into the air, standing almost completely straight up and down and slamming a large hole in the roof! Her hips becoming wider parted her gigantic spherical butt cheeks enough that her thick tail was finally able to sit comfortably between them to hang properly behind her. It was half again as long as her legs, and influenced by both species. It did not get any hair on the end like an elephant because of whale traits, and it did not grow a fin on the end because of elephant traits. So it was just a thick tail with a tapered end.
Rosemary hurried back, the slate in hand. "I uh, contacted them. RHE is sending peHEEEople now. Can... you move over a smidge?"
Tria's massive right thigh was right across the doorway- her right butt cheek against the fridge behind her. It was both so plump and her body so large that the top of Tria's thigh alone was up to the top of Rosemary's chest! Tria tried to get up, but because she cannot bend her feet she could not ge the traction she needed on the floor! She shoved her rump into the fridge, oven, and sink counter behind her to try to use that to brace between, but only got high enough up before she fell back to shake the entire house by slamming her ass into the floor again! Rosemary offered a hand, putting the slate down on the floor for now. She took Tria's right arm, and the giant put her other hand on the standing island counter, then shoved herself back again to get up. Even as she was trying to lift herself though, her body groaned with still more growth! She was half standing before she told Rosemary to let go and stop, slamming down again- this time so hard the light fixture in the living room broke out of the roof and was dangling by its power cables. Tria only got into a half standing position when she felt the roof brush her elven ears! She can't stand up- there isn't enough room! She is taller than the roof of her own home!
Tria could not move at all, so Rosemary had to scramble up and over her thigh before it became so big that it sealed the entire hallway off. The skin was very soft and bouncy, but also taught. It felt wild, climbing something that to Rosemary was as large as a vehicle, but it being made entirely of warm flesh- a living thing. Tria was running out of room behind her, so she had to scoot her butt forward putting her more into a laying position with her elbows on the sink counter- that way she could flop her meaty tail forward between her legs instead of letting it get crushed under her. Rosemary slid off the other side of her thigh and landed on the underside of the tail! She tried not to stare, but could not help but pause and look to her left at Tria's pussy- now almost as big as Rosemary herself was. Tria had to start to bow her head forward- she was getting so big the roof couldn't even hold her while half laying down!
"I-i-i-it's gotta.... s-stop, right? I can't... can't just keep growing forever?!"
Rosemary was backing up away from Tria, but by the time she looked to the front door- Tria's left foot was already blocking it entirely. "Not forever, no. I know it seHEEEms bad now... and it is. RHE will take care of you. I don't know how... they probably don't knAAWWw how- but they will. No matter what."
Knowing she could not escape, Rosemary went back over to Tria and climbed her left thigh to comfort her. When Tria's entire body grew, everything expanded at the same time, so even though the rest of her grew huge- her butt, hips, and thighs remained huge even in comparison to everything else. Her breasts were quite pert and sat high on her chest, but even still were large enough to cover everything down to her belly button. If she were to lay down fully, their weight would cause them to roll off either side of her chest and sit under her arms. To Rosemary- each nipple was about the size of her entire head- the areola as wide around as her entire torso. Tria had grunt with exertion and placed a deformed hand on the floor between her legs to brace herself as she was forced to lean further forward- her tits squeezing into her thighs, forcing Rosemary to dive off between her legs as well. A wall of thigh meat on either side- a sloped roof of tit flesh, a pussy almost as tall as she is with plump, meaty labia, and a giant tail as a floor. If Rosemary wasn't worried about possibly being crushed to death she would be incredibly aroused.
Tria seen Rosemary looking over the odd hand she now stood beside. "I have no idea what is wrong with my arms. I can still hold things, I guess."
"Fins."
"Huh?"
"They are half wha-HEEE-le fin, that is why they aAAHre flat from the elbow down."
They are so long and wide that when she closes her hand, it almost looks like a giant catcher's mit. Even though her boobs are enormous she is able to fully cup the ends with one hand each. They both froze up when they heard much louder creaking. Uh oh, that was not Tria- that was the building! The roof was starting to bend up, and Tria's thighs were brushing the front and back wall at the same time! As embarrassing as it was, Rosemary made sure to stay very close to the heat of Tria's giant vulva- the giant's upper body would shelter her from debris as the building was destroyed.
By the time several RHE staff arrived outside of the building, it was looking a lot rounder than it was supposed to. The roof and walls were bending outward from pressure, making them all curved. The front window had already burst, luckily all the glass falling outside of the house. Tria's head already burst through the roof, but it had more than one layer. There was a hidden attic area in each home that was used to place the runes for various functions- life monitor, mana regulators, the signal for their onyx slates, and basically all of the electrical wiring leading into the house branched from up there. The staff asked her through the permanently open window if she could move at all, or if she had stopped growing. The answer was no to both. Her growth was slowing down, but unfortunately it was yet to stop. The outside of the roof started to break, no longer able to bend. Tria could feel more and more night air getting in through the gaps her head and shoulders were putting in the roof over her. Afraid of hurting her by accident, she picked up Rosemary and held her to her colossal left boob. Rosemary had no complains, hugging onto the massive curve of hot springy flesh. They seemed softer to Rosemary than to Tria- what was a little bit of give to Tria was a lot for Rosemary just because of the difference in scale. Being pressed up against a boob larger than her entire body felt a lot like laying on a water bed.
RHE was ordering another building be constructed elsewhere- this one was clearly scrap. Laying mostly down- Tria's feet were at the end of the living room and her head through the kitchen roof, so she occupied the entire front of the house all at once. Her tail had to slip out the full-wall living room window to find space. Several other test subjects had woken up in the area and came outside to see what was going on, the RHE staff told them all to head back inside. Seeing no other solution- they instructed Tria to stand up. The building was wrecked one way or the other, so the only way she is getting out of it is if she smashes her way out. It was easier said than done- she had virtually no room to move, and strength is only usable if you can move. Tria ended up instructing Rosemary to climb up into her cleavage from below and hold on- the springy flesh would shield her. Tria rammed the far wall with her tail, then slid her trunk out the gap in the roof and yanked herself up toward it. She smashed one arm through the roof, using its wide surface to direct the rubble off onto the ground between houses. She managed to stand up into the hole her arm opened and smash it open wider to rise out of her house. She tried to climb onto the roof to get free of the house entirely but the roof collapsed, partially putting her back inside. The RHE workers sighed at all the lights turning on in people's houses as they woke up to the sound of a building being demolished at 4am. Trying to stand back up she stumbled and unintentionally kicked a third of the front of her house out onto the path. At least at that point she was free, and plucked the little donkeygirl out from between her tits to release back on the ground. Tria finally seemed to stop growing but she was already absolutely massive. The RHE workers were only as tall as her shins! Her ass was so gigantic she could flatten a pickup truck by sitting on it.
It was actually incredibly easy to slap together a new house for RHE, a bit more difficult to route the power network to it. For Tria however, a normal house wasn't good enough. For the time being, they brought her to the hidden bunker because it was the only structure large enough to house her at the moment. She slept by the first XV subject, Mel- whose breasts were a bit larger than even Tria- each. Unfortunately, Tria wasn't able to get too comfortable, and was constantly falling only partially asleep and waking back up. She was very tired then, when Rosemary arrived to get her. Since she had been talking to Tria before, RHE sent her to escort Tria to her new home.
It was quite embarrassing. No clothing would fit her obviously, but she was so large that people could very easily see her from a long ways away. Her body shape was now an extreme pear shape- big breasts, giant ass. If she bent over, her lower body would basically slide between her giant thighs and she would be thigh to boob- just one curve after the other with nothing in between. Her body FEELS good at least. She couldn't wait to see what RHE cooked up for her to sleep in so she could finally get some rest... and use her trunk to motorboat her own tits. Her giant ass made walking awkward- she was not used to moving around with so much weight behind each step. It felt great to grab and knead though. Tria blushed at her own thoughts, wondering of RHE could somehow engineer a dildo big enough to do anything at all to her. Rosemary had to snap her fingers and call up to her several times because her thoughts wandered and she started to veer off the path. In her defense, Tria is extremely tired. They wandered a long way from the other homes. North east- to a newly constructed home at the edge of a large lake; Kshira Sagara- most just called it Lake Sagara. It is named after an ocean of milk from Hindu mythology.
Tria was too tired to take in much scenery, but her brow did furrow at the size of the building. It was exactly the same size as her last house! Her foot would barely fit in the door never mind the rest of her! There was several odd staff-like markers all around the house though with dimly glowing orbs at the top of each. As soon as Tria and Rosemary stepped inside of the border of staves everything seemed to distort! The house was gigantic now! Or... Tria-sized. The doorway was barely wide enough to let in her thighs but she still fit without having to stuff herself through, and the top was high enough that her head cleared it. However- Rosemary remained the same size in comparison to Tria, so now she seemed extremely tiny! Tria picked up the little donkey to carry around- since it would take forever for her to move around in a house a hundred times too big for her. The house actually is just the same size as her last one- but using enchantments the RHE Magi created an area of distorted space where the house acts and reacts as if it were much larger than it actually is. To Tria it was a tremendous relief, and she hustled to her new bed immediately. To Rosemary it was surreal. She could walk on a counter-top and stand beside a salt shaker that was almost as tall as she is! In this distorted space, a normal person is about the size of a large doll. Rosemary told Tria just to sleep and she would see herself out. Though she regretted it when she was straining herself for some time trying to force the giant front door closed behind herself, but she did. Once she stepped outside the staves space returned to normal. If you look through the windows of her house at Tria from outside its range, Tria looks normal sized again.
Tria woke up much later that day- late afternoon. She took her time waking up, enjoying having a normal house again and not having to worry about changing anymore. This was her now- she just had to adjust to this. She ate a bit of breakfast, but felt a bit rowdy from paying such close attention to how her new curves wobbled around with every movement. She returned to bed but not to sleep. Tria kneaded her tits, digging her nail-less fingers deep into her soft mountains. They were large enough to move them basically anywhere on her torso, including rolling them into her own face. Her semi-fin hands were wide enough that she could actually cup the fronts of her boobs. When she really started to get into it, she coiled her trunk around both boobs in a figure-8 and squeezed them as hard as she could, then grabbed and yanked on her nipples with her hands. She bucked her hip once, freeing her thick tail which immediately curled around and plunged its tapered end into her pussy and rammed itself as far in as she could!
When Tria was done she decided to get some fresh air and wandered outside. The sun shimmered on the subtle waves of the lake and the waters matched the blue of the late afternoon sky. There was an island on the far side of the lake- quite close to Tria's house, and a huge red maple tree grew there- the trunk shaped like a U, hanging over the island like a parasol to shelter it from direct sunlight.
A pretty woman quickly spotted Tria and stood up, waving her over. "H-hey, do you know how to swim? Can you... help? I am stuck!" It was then Tria noticed the large belly on the woman- she looked full term pregnant!
Tria rushed to the lake, surprising the woman when she left the barrier of staves and suddenly appearing to be over ten times the size she was only a second before. So large in fact that Tria did not need to swim in the first place. The lake got pretty deep on the other end, but because of the island; this side of the lake is the shallow end. At her true size, Tria was large enough that the water only came up to her collar- she can just walk across on the bottom! Although her boobs annoyingly float, which kept pushing them up high enough that Tria could not see over them till she started to ascend back out of the water onto the island.
The woman had a waterproof bookbag slung over a shoulder but no other clothing. She looked very human compared to most test subjects. She had leaf shaped ears- equine- too small to be bovine. Her hair was the color of cherry oak and mildly wavy, down to the small of her back if she let it go- but currently she had it tied back with itself- using the hair itself to tie a loose knot to hold it back in a ponytail. Her breasts were DD cup, so quite tame by the island standards- she however had a second pair, in her crotch. The top set had neon pink areola and nipples, the bottom had black areola and nipples. Her hands and feet were perfectly human, which made it unusual that she would be this far from any homes with bare feet. She had a horse's tail, but the hair on it is ridiculously long. At least twice as long as the hair on her head, it was tied up into a huge loop to prevent it from dragging on the ground for several feet behind her. The only other noteworthy thing about her was her huge round belly, which is why Tria was so quick to hurry over. How did a pregnant, bare-foot woman get to a remote corner of the island, on a smaller island, in the middle of a lake?
"How on earth did a pregnant woman get out here?!"
The woman froze up for a second, blushing a bit. "Oh, uh, I am not pregnant..."
Now Tria blushed. "Oh, ah... ooops."
Her brow firmed up a bit. "It isn't fat either! I am test subject 35 I will have you know! You can call me Opal. The first test subject with elasticity genes, allowing my body to expand or contract as needed!" Tria was going to stammer out a reply but Opal continued talking and cut her off, grabbing her big belly. "It is full of milk! Since no test subject can reproduce, they got rid of my womb and gave me a storage chamber. When my boobies make milk, it is moved into storage in my belly. But I uh... kinda fell asleep, the weather was so nice. I come here to read often... there was not a house the last time I was here and that was only a day and a half ago. RHE works fast, I guess."
"Oh I see, you swam out here when you were regular sized, but you continued to produce milk while you were asleep."
"Yeh. My belly got too big to swim properly, and since its full of liquid, I will sink like a rock. I have boots on the west shore, can you pick me up and bring me there?" Tria bent down and placed a large fin-hand on the ground for Opal to walk onto, and then stood up with the round woman in the palm of her hand. "Really convenient you are so big. Helping people must be a breeze for you!"
"Uh... y-yea. I guess I never thought of it like that. I am new here- this is my frist day fully transformed."
"Well you certainly got mass in all the right places amirite? Hehe. A lot of women- like me to a lesser extent I guess- are kinda handicapped by their size. Mega udder like dragging an anchor, so many boobs they can barely bend their torso... or a belly so big you're better off trying to roll home than walk! You're huge, but you're huge all over so you don't have any issues with mobility at all."
Tria walked along the lake shore, listening to Opal rant about island life and what she and her friends have been into. She is quite the chatterbox. The test subject that came right after Opal only had a cow tail and breasts that incorporated the expanding skin Opal had- except on her boobs. Since her changes were so subtle- subject 36 was discharged from the island and lives back in the outside world. Since she lactates at the drop of a hat and has expandable tits... probably works as a porn star now. They got to her boots and Tria let her down to put them on. They looked like solid metal, and too big for her besides! She put her legs into the soft silicon foam inner lining and activated a rune on either boot and with a gentle whooshing sound they grabbed her feet and compressed to the form of her leg perfectly. They ended in cloven hooves! They acted as the canon bone and hoof of a bovine, but, mechanical. They were constructed by an automancer, running of the same magitech as a golem. That is how Opal got here originally, on her prosthetic hooves, then took them off to swim across the length of the lake for exercise before settling under the tree to read- and expand.
She looked suddenly back up to Tria. "And Angus! Do you know about him?" Tria shook her head. "Angus is test subject 20... 2? 21? Wait, yea, Kalie is 22, so Angus has to be 21. Anyway- he is suuuuuuuuper muscular, he looks like a friggen walking fortress, so you would think, oh he must be crazy good at helping people like you. NOPE. He is SO muscular that he is too bulbous- he can barely move! I mean sure he is strong enough to lift half your house out of the ground like it was made of lego blocks, but he moves at the pace of a snail! Ask him to touch his toes and his hands can't get lower than his waist, hah!"
"How... many men are on the island?"
"Not many at all. Angus was originally signed up to be a breeder, a... stud the women could call on to 'service' them. He worked as one for a while apparently, but by the time I arrived here myself, he had retired. Apparently he sort of fell in love with test subject 30. Don't blame him, Lilac is an adorable little thing! Shame her test did not go as planned."
"What happened to Lilac?"
"She was hybridized with a unicorn. Unicorn are magical beings which means they have abnormal DNA. Normally all unicorn are born male, they find and impregnate human females who are then transformed into a female unicorn. They tried using the sample from a unicorn mare, but for some reason it still replaced Lilac's... naughty bits. She still looks totally female, except between her legs- equine dong. I mean, the block and tackle did not dissuade Angus from falling in love so it clearly isn't that much of a problem. She is super shy so good luck ever finding her out in the open." Opal grabbed her big belly again. "Hey! Wanna see me grow!?"
Tria blushed. "You can grow at will?"
"Stimulation causes my lactation to go into overdrive, but being big and full feels really good- like an inside-out hug! So I am really easy to pleasure right now." She sat down on the soft grass and spread her legs making Tria's face feel like it was on fire as it turned red. "Touch the bottom ones! I will do the top."
Tria was going to turn her down in embarrassment, but she was already on the ground now. Now Tria wanted to do it just so she will close her legs sooner so no one happens to pass by and see them! The area was actually pretty high traffic, but not at this time of day. There are no lights around the lake so no one goes there later in the day. Because her hands were so huge, Tria's fingertips were big enough to cover the front of Opal's crotch boobs just on their own. She rolled them around and Opal cupped her top breasts and knocked them around playfully- watching her belly with a giddy smile. After a few seconds of touching her soft globes, the belly did indeed start to rise on its own! Two boobs, one big belly and another two boobs- her body was oddly symmetrical, both top down and one side to the other. Tria was surprised by a gentle *thunk* sound and Opal's belly button inverted from internal pressure! She was getting really huge! She looked full term with triplets and her belly started to shove her breasts up and down to make room!
Opal started to kick her legs weakly, shaking her head. "Ah~ n-nah, 'nough. I... hah... when it gets so big it starts to stretch all my nerves. Feels too good~ my brain is going numb." She paused for a minute to catch her breath and then pointed at Tria over her massive spherical body. "And I tricked you!!"
"H-huh!?"
"I am too big to even stand up now! You have to carry me all the way home now! Weeee~!" She made grabby-hands up to Tria who just sighed and picked up the heft ball of a woman.
Maybe being a giant wouldn't be too bad at all. Tria finally had plenty of curves to have fun with, and already made two friends in Opal and Rosemary. From the sounds of it, Opal had plenty more friends to introduce Tria to later. Tria had a functional house on the paradise island now, far away from her stalkers in the outside world. The only needed to talk to RHE about two things now really. A dildo with the same enchantment as her house to mega-size it within the staff barrier... and maybe a test subject with hands big enough to properly slap her mega-ass. Size doesn't matter, but as Tria knows- it certainly doesn't hurt. | STORY |
Re: Instant Quote
<!-- saved from url=3D(0022)http://internet.e-mail -->
<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN">
<HTML><HEAD>
<META http-equiv=3DContent-Type content=3D"text/html; charset=3Diso-8859-1=
">
</HEAD>
<BODY>
<TABLE height=3D400 cellSpacing=3D0 cellPadding=3D0 width=3D450 align=3Dce=
nter border=3D0>
<TBODY>
<TR>
<TD colSpan=3D2><A href=3D"http://marketing-fashion.com/user0201/index=
asp?Afft=3DQM12"><IMG height=3D38 src=3D"http://61.129.68.17/mortgage/h1.=
gif" width=3D450 border=3D0></A></TD></TR>
<TR>
<TD width=3D138 height=3D178><A href=3D"http://marketing-fashion.com/u=
ser0201/index.asp?Afft=3DQM12"><IMG height=3D178 src=3D"http://61.129.68.1=
7/mortgage/bullets.gif" width=3D138 border=3D0></A></TD>
<TD width=3D312 height=3D178><A href=3D"http://marketing-fashion.com/u=
ser0201/index.asp?Afft=3DQM12"><IMG height=3D178 src=3D"http://61.129.68.1=
7/mortgage/family.jpg" width=3D312 border=3D0></A></TD></TR>
<TR>
<TD width=3D450 colSpan=3D2 height=3D20><A href=3D"http://marketing-fa=
shion.com/user0201/index.asp?Afft=3DQM12"><IMG height=3D20 src=3D"http://6=
1.129.68.17/mortgage/bb.gif" width=3D450 border=3D0></A></TD></TR>
<TR>
<TD width=3D450 colSpan=3D2 height=3D118><A href=3D"http://marketing-f=
ashion.com/user0201/index.asp?Afft=3DQM12"><IMG height=3D118 src=3D"http:/=
/61.129.68.17/mortgage/text.gif" width=3D450 border=3D0></A></TD></TR>
<TR>
<TD width=3D450 colSpan=3D2 height=3D46><A href=3D"http://marketing-fa=
shion.com/user0201/index.asp?Afft=3DQM12"><IMG height=3D46 src=3D"http://6=
1.129.68.17/mortgage/clickhere.gif" width=3D450 border=3D0></A></TD></TR><=
/TBODY></TABLE><BR><BR>
<TABLE width=3D450 align=3Dcenter>
<TBODY>
<TR>
<TD align=3Dmiddle><FONT face=3DArial,Helvetica color=3D#000000 size=3D=
1>=FFFFFFA9
Copyright 2002 - All rights reserved<BR><BR>If you would no longer l=
ike us
to contact you or feel that you have<BR>received this email in error=
,
please <A href=3D"http://marketing-fashion.com/light/watch.asp">clic=
k here to
unsubscribe</A>.</FONT></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV></BODY></HTML>
| SPAM |
Social Emotional Learning (SEL) is a crucial aspect of education that helps students develop the necessary skills to manage emotions, set and achieve positive goals, feel and show empathy for others, establish and maintain positive relationships, and make responsible decisions. Incorporating SEL into the classroom can be done effectively through the use of worksheets that engage students in recognizing and understanding their own emotions and those of others.
The worksheet shown in the image is a prime example of a resource that can be used to teach children about emotions. This particular worksheet is designed to help students identify different emotions through facial expressions associated with feelings such as sadness, happiness, fear, and anger.
Here’s how the worksheet works:
- The worksheet is divided into four sections, each labeled with a different emotion: Sad, Happy, Scared, and Angry.
- In each section, two emoji faces are depicting various emotions.
- Students are instructed to circle the face that correctly matches the emotion labeled in that section. | EDUCATION |
I just put my webcam on 4u hunnie=)
Wanna see sexually curious teens playing with each other on webcam?
http://www.yourtastybaby.net <----- our webcam link=)
me and my dorm mate are eating each other out as we speak!
see you soon baby,
-Tiffany
kludlkaiplcqcnnaigaybaxhesrhltsp
| SPAM |
Give children a ball. Ask them what they notice about the ball. They may begin by talking about color but will eventually discuss shape. You can ask questions like, "How is the ball different than a circle?" or "What other objects are like this?" "Can you think of food that is like this?" You can tell them that this is called a sphere. Ask children to discuss the ways a circle and sphere are alike and ways they are different.
Show children other objects like a can of food. After they handle this and describe it, share the mathematical term, cylinder. Have them find other examples of cylinders. They can draw these items or just tell about these real-life examples of geometry.
Continue on with using the word, cube, for the toy shown in the photo. You may have dice, blocks, etc. that you can encourage children to touch and then describe. Have them compare cubes to squares.
If children have an understanding of the term rectangle, you can show them a box, as pictured above. This 3D item is a rectangular prism. Children should be encouraged to describe it and find other examples.
Throughout this discovery time, children can be encouraged to use words like edges and faces. They may notice that one of the faces on a rectangular prism looks like a rectangle. The same can be done for other shapes such as square for cube or even circle for the end of a cylinder.
Some children will be able to verbalize more about these 3D shapes than other children. Everyone is at a different stage. The key is that all children have the opportunity to touch and talk about 3D objects!
NAEYC: 2.D.03; 2.D.06; 2.F.03; 2.F.06.
Head Start: VIII.B; X.C. | EDUCATION |
Get Out of Debt Fast 12244
More Than $2500 in DEBT?
We Can Help You PAY-OFF Your BILLS!!
Click here for your FREE Consultation!!
http://mysprintfast.com/web/debtfreedom/index1.html
~Cut your monthly payments by 50% or even more...
~Stop paying Creditors high interest rates?
~Better Manage your Financial Situation...Keep More Cash every Month!
~We can Help STOP any Creditor Harassment!
~Consolidate Regardless of past Credit History!
Quick - Confidential - No Obligations -
Click on the link below to get started!!
http://mysprintfast.com/web/debtfreedom/index1.html
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
To be removed from all further mailings,
please send a message to: [email protected]
We honor all remove requests.
| SPAM |
The humans were always an interesting lot, they were not so taken by war like many others before them, nor did they seek to propagate it. But a brief glimpse back into their wild history showed that they used to be troublemakers in their own right, constantly warring among themselves.
After the first contact long ago, they put their differences aside and strived to create a better future for their people. Well, that is what their history books say, at least. I wouldn't be surprised if they decided to selectively quash some rather... terrible aspects of their history. Each and every one of us had our own sins, I highly doubted they were the exception.
Nonetheless, they were seen as peacemakers upon the galactic stage, a neutral entity in all schemes of conflict, and a helping hand to all those who required their assistance.
Which is exactly why when I heard the news, I was shocked by it, but afraid all the same.
I remember that day like no other. I was relaxing in my office on the ninth day of the week, my ships had recently left to a neighboring system to trade goods, and the aches and pains of my old age did not seem as prevalent as they used to be.
Even though I no longer held office, I still kept up with all the political happenings, mainly because it helped me decide what business avenues to take.
The door to my office swung open and in walked my assistant, a rather nervous look cast upon his pale face. His white fur seemed to stand on its end as he walked in, and his two tails swung about wildly, as if they were fighting each other for dominance. I had not seen him so shaken in quite some time that I couldn't help but be nervous for the news to come, I feared that my ships had been taken by raiders, but what came next was far worse.
"Sir," he said, his voice breaking apart, "another war has broken out."
“Against us?”
“No, not against us,” he said.
"I see," I said, wondering why such a thing was a cause for concern. Our race had not been to war for longer than I had been born, and we worked alongside the humans to ensure that no other wars would break out, if if they did, we would assist the beaten and downtrodden. While it was inevitable that war would eventually surface from time to time, for it was an unmistakeable fact of life, I could not fret over every little instance – or I would have been consumed by stress long ago.
The lesser races would always war against each other, and eventually die out in a few generations. While I used to take more of a compassionate stance towards wars and the like during my time in office, I had become jaded from that experience. And now, if my ships were not directly in the line of fire, that kind of news was no more important to me than the weather.
"And who is it this time?" I asked, not caring to hide the boredom evident in my voice.
"The Akaten."
I felt my hearts pause for but a moment. For I knew that whoever they set their eyes upon would no doubt be rubble by the new year. They were a warlike empire, but one far more sophisticated than the bottom rung junk that cluttered the universe. They were ruthless and efficient, and controlled many aspects of trade in many systems. I had my fair share of dealings with them so I was well aware of their kind.
“And who did they declare war on?”
He paused for a moment. “The Humans.”
I jumped up from the desk, causing my assistant to recoil in shock. “What? When?”
“Just as of twenty minutes ago,” he said, as he shuffled back from me.
“And you didn't tell me sooner?” I asked, “I could have sent a ship down to at least, to rescue some of them. You let this sit for twenty minutes?”
Even though I did not want to come under the watchful eye of the Akaten, I still couldn't sit idly by as the humans were obliterated. I could not deny I had a fondness for them, and they were rather efficient workers in my business.
“Sir, the thing is,” he said, “the humans didn't need help.”
“Against the Akaten? You cannot be serious.”
"The humans. They had ancient technology, sir," he said, “the Akaten have already surrendered.”
I felt a cold chill run down the hairs upon my back and ring out through my two tails. I had heard of ancient technology many times in my youth, powerful tools of destruction whose secrets had long since been lost to time. But the very idea of the humans of all people having access to those was something I could not comprehend.
“All in the span of twenty minutes?” I said, my breathing ragged, “just what did they do? What did they have?”
“They obliterated the entire Akaten fleet mere minutes after war was declared,” he said, “they have what I believe was called, the Sun's Dawn."”
“You've got to be kidding.” I slumped back down in my chair, my head spinning from the news.
“And the Council? What is their response to this?”
Even though I was no longer directly privy to the intimate meetings of the Council, I still managed to follow them very closely – through a circle of old connections.
“There is a meeting in a few hours,” he said, “I imagine it will concern the humans.”
I let out a feeble laugh.
“Of all the people to end up in war against, why was it them?”
“We're not at war with them just yet,” he said with a weak smile, speaking words that he knew were lies.
“Give it time.”
I reached under my desk for a leatherbound flask and poured myself a drink, and as that shimmering black liquid poured out of its confines its familiar aroma filled my nostrils. I felt a sense of calm overwhelm me for but a single moment, but that soon came to be replaced with dread, for I believed there and then that there would be a lot more drinking in the days to come. Not the relaxed kind of drinking where one would kick back in their office after a long day, but the relentless turmoil of psychotic drinking fueled by grief.
As my kind were considered the closest allies to humans, we would be involved in the conflict to come in some way or another, and the thought of betraying them did not sit too well with me.
There was a part of me which naively hoped that things would not escalate, that the conflict would be resolved without further bloodshed, but ancient technology was something the Council could not overlook – no matter who wielded it.
“Should I send an order to recall your ships?” he asked, nervously jittering about on the spot.
“No need,” I said, “they should be well out of the danger zone, should things escalate. The only question now is what to do next.”
“No, on second thought,” I said, as my sluggish mind finally caught up with me, “recall the fourth ship, the Whisk. If relations with the humans break down, it will be too dangerous for them in particular to be out in open space.”
I let out a weary sigh. It had already been a long day, and I knew for sure that rest would not come for me too easily. I knew that drinking too much of that aromatic brew would inevitably cause me to drift off to sleep, but I knew it would be a restless one, plagued by the worries at hand.
I downed that drink in one fell swoop and put the bottle away, knowing that if I left it out I would lose myself in it.
“Unless things have changed, am I right in assuming that Eko still has a spot at the upcoming Council meeting?”
“Yes,” he said, “but she won't be necessary. Considering the nature of the event, they are choosing to publicly broadcast it.”
“Is that wise? The humans might not take too kindly to it.”
“The humans are invited,” he said, “I don't believe they'd be there in person, but they will be there nonetheless.”
I couldn't help but let out a feeble laugh as I kicked back in my chair. The meeting to come would no doubt be a terrible one, which only served to fill me with immense dread.
My assistant stared at me with wide eyes. “What are you going to do, sir?”
“There's nothing I can do but sit back and wait for the worst to come.”
* * *
[PART ONE](https://www.reddit.com/r/khaarus/comments/f0itk6/2000_wp_the_suns_dawn_part_1/) / [PART TWO (GO HERE)](https://www.reddit.com/r/khaarus/comments/f0itul/2000_wp_the_suns_dawn_part_2/)
* * *
More of my writing at /r/khaarus | STORY |
$14.95 per year for .COM, .BIZ, and .INFO extensions
IMPORTANT INFORMATION:
The new domain names are finally available to the general public at discount prices. Now you can register one of the exciting new .BIZ or .INFO domain names, as well as the original .COM and .NET names for just $14.95. These brand new domain extensions were recently approved by ICANN and have the same rights as the original .COM and .NET domain names. The biggest benefit is of-course that the .BIZ and .INFO domain names are currently more available. i.e. it will be much easier to register an attractive and easy-to-remember domain name for the same price. Visit: http://www.affordable-domains.com today for more info.
Register your domain name today for just $14.95 at: http://www.affordable-domains.com/ Registration fees include full access to an easy-to-use control panel to manage your domain name in the future.
Sincerely,
Domain Administrator
Affordable Domains
To remove your email address from further promotional mailings from this company, click here:
http://www.centralremovalservice.com/cgi-bin/domain-remove.cgi
(g1-ss2)5592OxeR3-424uQKh2259kCdl5-189GEil31
| SPAM |
(F tf cow/horse/human, M tf F human/horse/cow)
Louis had a hard time keeping up with his new wife Betty. Louis was a more down to earth, calm sort of person. A bit bland some may say, personality wise. He ate his cereal sugarless, he read the newspaper for entertainment, and his fetish was people fornicating for the sake of love, post marriage only. Kinky, I know. Betty on the other hand cradled a huge jar of green olives like it was a baby, popping them in her mouth as comfort food, flirted with horny teens in online games as amusement from messing with them, and her fetish was finding new fetishes. Louis had short bristly black hair, swept back on his head. He was not too fit but fairly tall and had ice blue eyes behind small rectangular glasses. Betty was a chubby woman, not too much shorter than Louis, with hair to her breasts in spite of being made of gigantic curls. Her hair would likely be to her butt if you actually pulled it straight. Her eyes were cyan, and her face quite expressive- you could sometimes tell what she was talking about simply by how frequently her expression changed during the conversation.
When it came to sex, Louis could not complain, but he struggled to keep up with Betty. She is bisexual so now that she married a man she no longer had any fun with other females- which already dulled things a bit. She tried to convince him to look for a threesome partner but Louis could not bring himself to do it. He wouldn't be able to get it up in bed with two other people there- its too much! Then there was her favorite toy... or more accurately, her formerly favorite toy. A gigantic two sided stiff gel dildo almost the girth of Louis' arm! He was not exactly against the idea of toys, and he knew he was floundering to satisfy his wife in bed so he was willing to try, but it was a no-go. Having no actual experience being penetrated, even going slowly there was no way that thing could fit inside of him.
Betty snuck up behind Louis on the couch and mashed her tits into the back of his head, pinning his face forward from the cleavage. "Guess who~"
"Well I didn't hear anyone break in and you are the only one with a key, so... heh."
She stood up straight and sighed, lowering her brows. "You know what fun IS, right? Anyway, y'know how I have been complaining about how I wished I had bigger tits?"
She had always asked him about what he thought of her breasts, and the answer was always the same. He liked them- they were DDs, not exactly what you would call small. Because she is chubby though, her breasts do not stand out as much from the rest of her as they would on a more petite frame. She was hungry for more, and her taste in fetish porn fuelled the desire. Louis was not against bigger breasts, but made sure to emphasize he thought they were fine as-is.
Betty held out her hand revealing a strange, large flower petal. "My friend recently went on a trip and briefly got to visit the God Qorelle in the Jade Sea- she brought me back a petal from one of Qorelle's flowers!" Betty sounded giddy with excitement.
Qorelle was a plant God that lived in the oceans- her power was to reform bodies to reflect the person's desire, rather than their genetic background. That made Louis nervous, and Betty could tell, but it was her body. True, using Qorelle's power indirectly can be dangerous- Betty had a very vivid and detailed image of what changes she wanted, so there was no room for the magic to go rogue. She told him to get ready for a wild night of sex later, and hustled upstairs and activated the petal's power to 'get changed'. Better felt the power enter her body- it a gentle sensation almost like passing through the surface of water. She knew it worked as soon as the petal turned from pink with yellow edges to solid grey, and became stiff and dry. Even a single petal had more than enough power to change her, but it worked slowly. So slowly she almost did not notice the gentle building pressure in her breasts. Betty fondled them through her sweater as she impatiently waited. What she thought had been growth though was actually just her breasts firming up- their size had not actually changed yet. The pressure was technically growth, but all internal still as the tissue firmed up from increasing density, which caused her breasts to become taught. They raised up higher on her chest and now rather than flop and wobble they jiggled and bounced. Betty pouted at how slow it was going- but the spell was powered on her desire, so the more she desired it, the strong the spell should get.
Betty sat at the laptop on the bedroom desk and slid one hand into her panties and the other on the track pad and opened up her fetish sites to see what was new and exotic today. As soon as she touched herself her nipples went from completely soft to rigid almost instantly and tingled a bit with blood pressure. She flipped her sweater up to rest on top of her breasts pinching a nipple between index and thumb and rolling it as she looked at her kinky sites. Her clit stiffened and throbbed more aggressively than normally possible. Her breasts gently started to stretch bigger- Betty's back arched forward a bit from the feeling which thrust them even further forward. As much as she wanted to forget the world other than her breasts- her throbbing clit was a bit distracting. She tried to look at it but could not- her breasts were too big to see it past them and her bunched up sweater prevented her from parting them to look straight down the middle. She could feel it though- every time it clenched harder it swelled a tiny bit and tingled in pleasure from the stretching nerves! The pulses seemed to become infectious because muscles in her groin started to twitch along and even her torso started to clench a bit. She started to sweat and tossed her sweater off entirely. Betty started to pant as she put her other hand on her stomach to feel the clenching muscles there and realized her gut was no longer where she thought it was. The soft cleft that her belly button sat in the middle of had tightened till it vanished entirely- making her stomach just one round hill. It continued to tighten though- the fat being burned off rapidly which caused her body temperature to rise.
Betty moaned and arched her body even further forward, a mini orgasm hit her suddenly out of the blue and caused the muscles in her lower body to tremble and clench out of her control, all swelling larger! Her calves became toned and her thighs swelled and tightened- quickly swapping fat for muscle, making the growth harder to notice. When her ass cheeks firmed up she wobbled because of her arched posture and flopped both hands onto the table to steady herself- her chair had wheels so if she jerked too suddenly the chair would get fired out from under her. She actually raised up higher a bit as her more solid butt cheeks lifted her entire body! Her clit was huge now, demanding back one of her hands to tend to it. Her outer labia started to fatten up, darkening a bit as they swelled. First blushing neon pink, and then turning almost grey-pink. Betty was panting as she had problems taking a deeper breath- her stomach was in an almost continuous state of clenched now as the fat was consumed to create much more sturdy and dense material- muscle. Her stomach flattened completely! Her clit now the size of a heart shaped ping pong ball and her labia starting to darken further to an almost bruise purple tone she hit a full climax, sliding the chair far back and holding onto the table hard as she squirt juices onto the floor under the table.
Louis had heard her moaning and went to check on her, remaining at the doorway for a minute before quietly leaving her alone. He had only seen her from behind- her swelling ass cheeks shoving her tightening skirt down more to reveal more crack- the venus dimples appearing on her lower back as the muscles tightened and grew, and her tail bone extending into a small, meaty lil' tail. Betty wanted to go further- she had plenty of other changes to go, but was breathless and feeling drained from that much already. The changes would continue slowly without her doing anything, and she was going to have sex with Louis later tonight anyway, so that will speed it up.
There was almost a dull ache in her toenails as they started to grow much thicker- and darkened as they thickened. The joints in her toes started to lock up, preparing to devolve but not doing it quite yet. As she walked around the house as the day went on, she found herself already putting her weight on only the fronts of her feet, just subconsciously. She never did put her shirt back on, remaining topless to flaunt her new assets to Louis.
Louis sighed, seeing her tits squish out on the end of the counter as he was starting to make their dinner. "They're nice. So were your old ones though too. Why do you want them bigger? I mean, not trying to say anything about you making them bigger just... why? Wont that hurt your back?"
"Haven't you ever wondered what having a bigger dick would be like?"
"Not really."
Betty's brows lowered. "And they call me the weird one. Bigger is better~ more pleasure! Yea, they are impractical, and will cause a lot more problems than it is probably worth... BUT that is also negated by magic. I already accounted for the weight in my changes." She turned and motioned to her toned lower back. "Muscle mass increases with their size. I only really notice the weight increase if I bend over- since they pull my center of gravity way forward." She turned again and rest her assets on the counter again. "Imagine looking up to some sort of athlete in a sport you really like, right? Normally you can practice and eventually get to where they are. The less talented you are, the more you need to practice, but with enough effort you can get there. You can't do that with body types. I can increase and decrease my body weight with enough effort and sacrifice but I can't change the shape of my body. I mean, to make my boobs bigger the normal way I would have to become obese, then struggle to lose all the weight again and hope my boobs stay the same ultra fat size... and even then, they will not have the muscle tissue inside to hold their shape- so they would be super loose and floppy. It isn't an identity thing, like with some people. I just really wanted to be a specific way and it was completely impossible without magic. To quote the God Qorelle herself; 'They say the grass is always greener on the other side- I am here to remove the fence dividing those sides'."
Louis smiled. "Well, I am happy you finally get your wish."
Louis seen her brushing her hair aside unusually often- and her hair was not even getting in the way. To Betty it felt like someone gently tugging on her ear tips- her ears were actually getting longer and thinner- reforming into large leaf shapes, slowly gaining a bit of mobility at the base. A tiny surge of intensity of the tugging feeling then a subtle twitch- she would reach up to brush hair off it only to realize the movement she felt was not hair falling over it, it was the ear itself twitching. She told Louis not to comment on most of her changes yet because she was far from done- which was fine by him, he had no idea what to say. Complementing her changes seemed akin to insulting her former appearance, which seemed both against his nature to do, and incorrect. He liked her old appearance, but these new changes were interesting too. As if to try to undo some of her changes, she was absolutely ravenous during dinner, and actually went back for the leftovers they were going to use for another dinner. And then went back to the fridge and ate the vegetable crisper empty! Though they were F cup range now, she could feel her breasts firming up in preparation of another growth surge.
Louis remembered seeing her short tail when he unintentionally peeked in on her earlier. "So, you said you have lots of changes left... are you going to look anything like you did before, when this is done? And... are you turning into an animal? Will you be able to still do human things? What about your mind?"
She went to cross her arms and unintentionally confused herself- unsure whether to cross her arms above or below her tits, as they were too big now to cross in front. "I don't want to say too much because it will ruin the surprise! But I have accounted for everything. It isn't like this is a last minute decision; you know this is something I have been plotting for ages. Some of these changes I have wanted since I was a kid, before I knew they were related to a fetish, or what a fetish even was. It won't affect ou- er, my mind at all, and I will still be somewhat human."
They tried to cuddle together to watch movies later that night but Betty quickly became too horny to concentrate on what was on the screen, and dragging him to the bedroom. Her foot steps clacked on the floor now- her toenails huge, black, and mostly fused together now as a proto hoof. The skin of her toes was fully fused together too and the bones bunched up, but the actual bone count had not gone down yet, they were still individual. He also noticed hair on her thick but small tail now- everywhere except a strip of bare skin on the bottom base of the tail which would remain bare. When he was stripping to get into the bed, she shoved him over and climbed on top of him to pin him down. She straddled his hips on her knees and fell over, smothering his face in her tits! It felt good smooshed on his head- she had not consciously noticed the increase of weight even beyond their growth. They were heavier than they should be for their size- and while her body temperatures normalized again her breasts continued to radiate a heat higher than the rest of her. Louis took a stiff nipple in his mouth and sucked and was surprised by two things at once! First, a jet of hot sweet tasting milk into his mouth! She was lactating now- and given how easy it was to draw out milk; her tanks were full up. Secondly he had though her nipples were stiff but they were just swollen with milk- they were actually still soft, and as they did stiffen from his sucking they reached much larger sizes than before.
Not that it took long for him to get erect- but Betty was grinding on him before he even got there, squeezing his dick between his pelvis and her large dark pubic mound. Whenever her clit pulsed out she hooked it on his shaft and dragged it down the length, painting him with her natural lube. She moaned and pushed her tits into him more aggressively, accidentally blocking his breathing for a few seconds- because her thighs swelled still bigger with muscle and in turn made her ass bigger and rounder again. Betty heard his muffled moan of distress and moved forward, letting him take a breath of air again. She bent her hip forward to aim his now erect penis properly, pressed down on it and then rolled back into a normal sit and slid back properly onto his lap- sinking his shaft in. They both moaned in unison. She lifted up and sat back down several times going oddly slow- her body shivering a bit from the sensation. More nerves were being affected than normal- there was a change coming quick. Betty moaned and rocked her hip back which pulled his scrotum up and pressed her balls on her big butt while grinding the top side of his shaft on the front of her vagina. Her thick labia darkened even further now- turning a matte black and the black flesh even spread further up her crotch, though started to becoming dappled- trailing back into human flesh beyond her belly button. Because of the color change in the skin it was very hard to see when two stiff bumps of flesh formed on her crotch. Pleasure nerves were stretched and branched, causing the pleasure to spread farther up her body. Her taint became black as well, the darkness heading toward her butt. Her anus swelled up into a soft but taught ring as the darkness reached it and turned it black- as well as the nude strip on the bottom of her tail. Her tail twitched every so often as the hairs slowly continued to grow out longer and bushier.
"S-sorry!" Betty blushed as she realized she was so focused on her changes and the automatic pleasure that she was not tending to Louis' needs.
Louis was feeling plenty aroused just from watching and being in her vagina as it changed. She needed to grind him on one side or the other of her passage as it was now too big for his regular human penis to handle otherwise. As Betty bounced on his shaft, her shook her tits- half for Louis and half for herself, smiling at the feeling of the weight sloshing back and forth within. Louis felt oddly tingly and energetic- almost giddy, which was out of character for him. He did not notice his skin becoming a bit softer and smoother- tightening slightly. Betty's tail hair never stopped getting longer- now almost as long as her legs and still going. Her face scrunched up a bit and her leg muscles tensed from the slightly cramped, uncomfortable feeling from her feet as they started to crack and click loudly. The indentations on the hoof that revealed where toes used to be finally swelled out and vanished and the bones inside fused together and swelled up into one giant toe. Her foot stretched tremendously, putting her ankle higher and higher up from her mono-toe. A sort of ghost feeling of pressure started to build up in her hips. A pressure that was more mental than physical- like a vivid anticipation; a memory of something yet to come.
She started to breath heavily, and she stopped dropping so far onto his shaft- making smaller and quicker movements, rocking her hips more than actually lifting herself. "Oh.... oh it's coming. Haaah..."
You could faintly hear the muscle tissue clench and swell suddenly in her thighs and butt- taking on a structure that did not fit her body, which tugged at the bones trying to get them to follow along. With a pop so loud it actually echoed off the walls, followed by several lesser hollow pops in rapid fire- her hips swelled tremendously as her pelvis cracked in half and re-fused in a greatly expanded frame. She fell forward because of it, making sure to mash her tits into his chest and not his face and suffocate him. She ground her hips into his crotch hard as her pussy started to tremble with orgasm- she slid her hips back so her clit was crushed between the two torsos and the base of his dick. The huge spheres of her butt cheeks wobbled entirely on their own from the speed of sudden growth- matching the expansion of her hips to be truly massive and taught with muscle. Subtle bulges of veins could be seen trailing from the black flesh around her privates as the muscles in her crotch twitched wildly in orgasm. This sent Louis over the edge as well, having a very powerful orgasm that felt much stronger for him than usual as well. The bumps on her crotch swelled longer in her orgasm and the flesh around them softened a bit.
Betty and Louis were still catching their breath when she rose up straight and arched her back steeply, thrusting her breasts forward. They were so taught that in spite of their weight they did not sag and jut out as almost perfect spheres in front of her! They started to swell even bigger, blushing pink from pressure and Betty cried out in a high pitch as it felt like her breasts were having their own orgasms! Her pale brown nipples blushed a rosen hue as they exploded in several thin streams of milk without even being touched- just from pressure and growth alone. Because of her angle- the milk came back down like an ultra fine rain on them! She cried out so long in pleasure she was piratically gasping for breath after as the streams trailed off. Betty just flopped over backward completely and Louis' still softening dick flicked out of her hard, swatting his gut. Neither noticed his foreskin had oddly started to grow back. When he did finally get up to get cleaned up- Louis had to do a double-take as he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, looking at Betty. He seen the shadows on her stomach from the subtle curves of abs now- she wasn't just trim, she was getting a bit buff. At least her lower half was.
When Louis was showering, Betty rubbed her lower legs as she sat on the bed on her side. The bones were so big and dense- her hooves so hard and thick. She was used to being a very soft and squishy person, these limbs were so strong and sturdy. Her fingernails were also tremendously thick now and grey- starting to take on properties of hooves as well. Her fingers stiff and her hands relaxed in a way that made it seem like she was trying to bunch her fingers up. Betty rolled one tit up and then the other- sucking her own breasts to get rid of some of the milk for now. She could feel the skin relaxing back as she drank, becoming soft again. Her breasts relaxed back into large tear drop shapes once the load was eased out. She also noted her ears were complete now. When Louis finished his shower and she got up to take hers, she immediately noticed just low long her tail was- when she was halfway to the bathroom and her tail was still on the bed. The flesh portion of the tail was a foot long total, but the hair trailed longer than her legs even though they too were much longer now. Her tail hair was longer than her entire body! Not that it wasn't what she wanted- but seeing it in person was different than picturing it in her head. Her thoughts spun with all the millions of things she could do with that much hair. The first of course being to wash and condition it in the shower.
When she got out, Louis was reading on the bed from the light of the nightstand getting ready to sleep. It took Betty annoyingly long to dry all that hair. She took out two long thin metal trinkets that looked sort of like shackles and clicked them closed one after the other on the base of her tail. This gave her tail a foot of rigidness to hold it off her body- otherwise there wasn't enough actual tail to hold the hair off herself. When relaxed her breasts touched the upper part of her stomach- her entire chest completely eclipsed. She felt two numb spots on her forehead as well of changes yet to come- the preparations for horns she has yet to grow. Louis was yet to notice, but he had a much softer look to him. It almost looked like he had suddenly become younger. He did not yet know the flower petal had MORE than enough energy to transform Betty- and the extra has to go somewhere.
She plopped down on her side of the bed, gently petting her breasts. The skin was so smooth and soft. She pressed her fingers in seeing how far the elasticity of the skin would allow her to sink them in, then trail them down and flick off her large nipples. The nipple flicked up and down quickly and the entire breast wobbled after it. Now that she was not at maximum capacity, she could actually feel the milk slosh around a bit inside of her. It was more noticeable toward the front of her breasts- a sign that their internal structure was starting to change as well. She suggested Louis help empty her so she would not leak on the bed during the night, and he had no objections. Her milk was thicker than human milk should be able to get, but sweeter than cow milk. He remained laying back and she brought her tits over to him, cradling his head like she were feeding a baby. She smiled mischievously- she was holding his head to make sure he did not stop till she was completely empty. Her nipples grew even bigger as he suckled them- but the color started to drain from them. The pale brown of her areola started to fade away to her normal peach toned flesh, making them seem to shrink away. Betty grunt a bit from the feeling of concentrated pressure and growth- not of her breasts but within. She gently rubbed the softer flesh at the base of either breast- feeling very fat stiff veins. Milk veins- growing to deliver her load faster and in greater volume. Every so often she would flinch slightly as her hand clicked when she tried to use it- the bones were not quite sitting correctly anymore. They were teetering dangerously close to their own devolution. The hot milk helped put Louis to sleep quite quickly. The exhausting changes to her body put Betty to sleep quickly.
Betty woke up first, her anticipation helped her awaken fast. She looked down at Louis sleeping beside her and her smile widened into a villainous grin. She peeled the blankets back just a bit to see his puffy areola and stiff nipples- pink rather than the subdued red they were the night before. He had no shadow of facial hair to shave off when he woke up. His arms also looked a tiny bit thicker- he had been a bit on the spindly side. Betty accidentally cracked her forehead against the door frame going to the bathroom- her legs were considerably longer now with her feet stretched up off the floor and she had not quite gotten used to the extra height yet. She took nearly a full hour to braid the length of her extremely long horse tail, then doubled it over itself and tied the end to the beginning to manage its length. It was a shame the horse hair only took the color from her human hair- it was perfectly straight instead of curly. She ate a huge breakfast, finishing off any fruit and vegetables they had left. Her breasts were getting real heavy again- and firming up as they filled, causing them to lift themselves into spheres again. They looked like mid-sized beach balls! Betty actually had a blind spot of about three feet immediately ahead of herself where she could not see the ground past her tits. Good thing they did not have kids or abandoned toys would be a deathtrap. Betty trotted in circles in the kitchen, enjoying the sound of her new hooves on the tile floor. She should commission some fancy horse shoes for herself next!
Louis came downstairs, his hair looking like an absolute mess. He had not noticed it was almost two full inches longer than before. "Uuugh, I feel off today."
"Aww, coming down with something?"
"I don't think so, I don't feel sick just... odd. Sort of light, bouncy. Sort of feels like a dream, maybe I haven't woken up yet, haha."
"How 'bout a tall glass of milk to wake you up?" She swat the side of her breast causing the other one to bounce off it and back again.
Louis shrugged, sure why not. She ushered him to the couch and this time she layed out with her feet up and he straddled her legs and grabbed up a giant boob to suck. It tasted great, and he found himself drinking way more than he thought he would be able to stomach. It was almost addicting. He kept thinking it should be enough but then just continued to suck anyway. Her nipples fattened up- getting no longer but quite a bit thicker. Betty could feel his own soft nipples pressing into the underside of her giant tit more and more- tiny jiggly soft hills forming under them as Louis started to grow small breasts! His torso squirmed a bit from the odd feelings and his ribs cracked and his stomach area sunk in considerably as the last set of ribs in his torso broke, crumbling and disintegrating away inside of him. The rubbery hot flesh pressed into his face turned him on, but as his penis became erect it also became apparent it was not as big as it had been. Betty started to breath heavier from the feeling of feeding him, and her breasts wobbled on the edge of more changes as well. Her hands however finally teetered off the edge.
Her hands let out several painful sounding cracks and snaps even though it did not hurt- though it did not feel great either. Betty's hands looked like they folded over, but then fused like that. Her pinky and thumb thickened, the pinky becoming shorter and a LOT thicker. Her nails overcame the ends of her digits entirely forming hooves quickly. The three remaining digits remained where they were but merged together and then split again into two much larger digits capped with two hoof segments, forming a cloven hoof. Her wrist thickened and the bones in her arms became a bit larger as well. As she flexed her digits, Betty smiled- these were not normal hooves on any animal. What should be useless dew claws were almost the same length as her primary two digits! She still had full mobility in all of them- which means she basically had two fingers and two thumbs! They looked like hooves, but can be used like hands!
Louis finally willed himself to pop off a very girthy nipple. "Wuh? Why do- *ahem* - what is... *cough*- my... my voice?"
His voice was higher toned now and softer! He looked down at himself and gasped loudly in shock! His chest had chubby B cup breasts! Looking even farther down, his slightly smaller penis and balls looked oddly pink, and the pink flesh was spreading up his crotch as well! There was four erect nipples standing in attention in his crotch! And his body! It had subtly been changing shape, becoming more curvy and soft- he looked like a woman!
Betty pulled her legs back and sat up with a grin. "Aww, you look adorable! You helped pleasure mine- why don't I help you get accustomed to yours~?"
"H-how, what?! What are you doing t-... the milk!!"
Betty just giggled. She knew there was more power in that petal than she needed, and has been deliberately feeding the overflow into Louis to change him too! Betty crawled toward him on all fours and he went to get up off the couch, but she quickly thrust her chest out and literally slammed him back down onto the couch with her tits. Before he could try to get up again she spun around on top of him and latched onto one of the nipples in his crotch, pinching another lightly and rolling it between her hoof-fingers. Louis cried out in an embarrassingly shrill moan. Impossible to miss since they were over his face now- he seen the two nubs in her own crotch- now also full nipples and swelling up from two fat jiggly hills. He could not form any thoughts because of the odd new pleasure firing through him from her manipulating his tits so he had no other course but to grab one of hers and suck. They both let out muffled moans around the nipples in their mouths. Louis was flat on the couch, but Betty's torso was bent over quite a bit- because of the size of her breasts she had to bend her torso around their curve to be able to reach Louis' tits, so her breasts were smushed between their stomachs with her body steeply arched over them. The nipples all got larger, though Louis' got considerably bigger than Betty's, ironically. Betty's were born of black skin and Louis' on candy pink.
Betty's lower body boobs grew into two B cups before the pleasure started to spread from just the nipple to the entire mammary. Nerves and milk ducts spread and helped swell the growth faster. As they pushed out into C cup size, it became more visibly apparent the two masses were fused together in the middle- a two-teat udder, not breasts. The cleft between the two was a rib of muscle to help the two hold their shape, and remain more firmly connected to the torso than human breasts are. Though technically teats- they were still small enough that they better resembled nipples. By the time they stopped growing Louis switched which he was sucking on, and they hit a size akin to a DD cup. They were quite taught. Horse udders- Betty had the lower half of a mare! But her thighs were not as wide- her hips the size of a horses but still shaped like a humans which means she can still easily walk on two legs. Her lower torso also did not change at all. Because a horse torso is so much rounder- the vulva is at a backward angle, but Betty's torso never changed at all. So while her vulva was fully equine, it was still in the same place it would be on a normal human, which gave her a longer taint than on a female horse.
In Louis' crotch the four nipples became four teats very quickly and noticeably. They became both quite long and quite chubby, flopping around at the size of a person's thumb! When the soft mounds started to form under them, the divide between them was more obvious more quickly because there was four of them, instead of two! The vibrant pink flesh betrayed their sensitivity, causing him to squirm as she caressed his tender skin. They were very soft and smooth, unlike the denser flesh of a horse udder. As they grew larger, the sections started to push each other away, causing their overall form to round out. There was two muscle ribs going either way to divide the segments. As Betty felt around the curve of the forming udder, Louis snapped out of his haze of pleasure. The shock of how big it already got was enough for him to shove her aside enough to slip out from under her and back onto his feet. He looked down at himself in shock- he had a tiny cow udder! Without another word, he scurried upstairs to get away from Betty's advances. She pouted, but then shrugged, knowing he would not be that hard to catch.
Betty was more concerned right now with a tingling in her own chest. Like a feeling of anticipation. She was breathing heavily already from Louis pleasuring her erect horse teats. Betty sat on the edge of the couch and gently massaged the outer curves of her breasts, feeling a pressure slowly building. It was more on the surface than deeper in- it was within the tissue and fat, not the milk glands.
"Oouuuh...." Two bumps finally broke the skin on her forehead- emerging as short fat horns. "M-ouuuh.... yes... c'mon girls... bigger." She knew urging them bigger at this already obsurd size seemed insane, but she had carefully measured the cons with her desires a thousand times over in her head. "Mooaar! J-just... a... bit moooo~ oh! Heh, mooouuuh!" Her voice deepened a bit, but remained womanly.
Her entire torso convulsed from a giant surge of pressure and pleasure that exploded from her too-fat nipples! They started to grow out longer! Her areola were massively swollen now forming little domes of their own separate from her breasts, but they were hard to see because their flesh now matched the rest perfectly- her nipples as well were normal flesh toned. Her nipples itched with pressure causing her to wince at the feeling. She grabbed the tops of her tips aggressively and yanked the flesh back! Crying out in pleasure and desperation her nipples started to squirt in several directions as she yanked up on them, but the bottoms of her breasts remained stationary. Her cry became louder and higher in pitch as her nipples started to pull apart, and finally in a hollow *thunk* sound she yanked them in half! The growth in her breasts had been in the middle- under where her nipples had been. So when they pulled into two, the growth exploded out from between them, quickly distancing the two halves! Each breast now had two teats on two fat areola! Her ears were too long for a horse. Betty was only horse on her lower half- she is cow on her upper half! She panted heavily and the surface of her breasts became glossy as she started sweating. She could feel the milk veins inside stiffen with their load and her breasts each swelled still larger! Beyond the size of medicine balls. They blushed pink as they grew, but it was not from over-pressure this time- her actual skin tone changed on her breasts alone, now matching the neon pink of Louis' udder! Betty slammed them down on the table and actually heard the wood splinter a bit- nearly being heavy enough to smash the table in half. She pressed her torso down into them from the other side and started to roll them back and forth on the hard surface like she was kneading dough. Milk pooled on the table and ran onto the floor. As the sensations of change slowed down, Betty finally tried to stand fully. Her equine back muscles were plenty to lift the weight, but the balance was WAY off, so it was still quite difficult to heave herself upright. She needed to squeeze them to her body with her arms and basically yank herself upright. When she let them go, the bottom curves of her breasts pressed into her other tits- in her crotch. Her entire torso was eclipsed by them! If she laid down her breasts would roll to the sides and pin her arms! The milk storage had changed from human to cow as well. There was a milk reservoir at the front of each one, which would cause them to appear to swell larger when they filled with milk. There was also a minor reservoir in each teat to store a bit of milk, causing them to become bloated when full as well- but unlike a cow, the two teats on either breast were fed from the same supply. So two of them went to the same place as the other two.
Upstairs Louis stumbled a bit from a sudden cramping in his feet. He caught himself on the end of the bed with his hands. Remaining in that position, he looked down at his jiggly new endowments. They were cute and sexy but, ON his body! Generally when he gets turned on by something, its not attached to himself. It's a shame her milk transformed him, he was still sort of thirsty. As he looked at his small breasts he brought one hand up to caress it, tugging at the nipple, remembering the taste of the delicious milk filling his mouth. The soft flesh on his hard cock felt good, and he absentmindedly started to thrust a bit. He moaned a bit in pleasure, finally realizing what he was doing! He looked down and seen his erection was wedged against the underside of the udder! It ran perfectly along the lower groove! He was unintentionally giving himself a tit job! As he did, his breasts and udder slowly started to grow again! He rocked his body back and forth, feeling the weight of the mammaries rock back and forth under him and his dick sliding back and forth against the silky smooth surface of the udder!
His a thin tail started to grow off his tailbone and his ears started to become pointed. His Adams apple faded from sight on his throat and his jaw clicked softly, becoming less pronounced. If it wasn't for his genitals there would be no way to tell he was supposed to be a man. His hair appeared to get longer, but actually it was the same length- rather his hair line advanced down the back of his neck, becoming more narrow the farther from his head it got. His soft grunts and moans started to sound a bit like the nickering of a horse. The pleasure ramped up, but every pleasurable pulse was shadowed by an inward pressure, making it all the more intense! When he hit orgasm, nothing actually came out of his penis. His usage of it only alerted his body to its continued presence, and thanks to the magic it was regarded as an abnormality to be rid of. After each powerful surge of pleasure, instead of a jet of white coming out, his penis and balls shrank. The shaft no longer able to fully escape the foreskin- his testicles little larger than grapes. In contrast however- his udder was now about the size of a basketball hanging from his crotch, and his chest adorned with C cup breasts! His nipples and areola darkened as they grew and were now jet black.
Louis quickly stood up straight as he heard Betty walk in- but he was not used to the weight of his bigger mams and almost fell over again. Betty looked at his continued changes with a devilish smile. She held up one of her monolithic breasts.
"You look thirsty~"
"N-no! I mean... maybe... but I don't want to turn into anything!"
"Then why did you change?"
"What?"
"Qorelle's power turns you into a form you desire. If you did not like that body you wouldn't have transformed in the first place."
"I like it on you! You... put the idea in my head! Of course I was thinking about it and how good it probably felt, with your boob squished in my face!"
Betty chuckled. "Mmm, technicalities. Don't you want to feel good?"
Louis started to back up around the bed as Betty approached slowly. "N-no!"
Betty cocked an eyebrow. "You don't want to feel good? Do you even heard how silly you sound right now?"
"I.... uh..."
Louis' eyes transfixed on her giga tits, now seeing they were crowned with four huge teats now. In a sudden jerk- Betty thrust forward and mashed her breast into his head again- pinning it against the wall! He latched onto a teat just to try to get her to ease off a bit, but then sucked unconsciously. The taste hit him and he immediately grabbed either side of the huge boob with his hands gently, half closing his eyes as the milk flowed. His breasts and udder started to grow slowly again. His ears vibrated a bit and as they took on proper leaf shapes they flicked fully around and the muscle finished forming in their base to allow the movement. Betty let out a soft moo as her horns grew out more, forming broat spikes from her head. Her lips lightened to candy pink and the coloration advanced up to encompass the end of her nose and nostrils as well- becoming cool to the touch and slightly textured, giving her face a cow like appearance without actually growing a muzzle. Her tongue grew huge in her mouth and she let it out a bit, lashing in front of herself she arched it up to test its size and was able to touch the center of her forehead with it.
Louis moaned in distress, muffled by the breast. He managed to yank free, wobble and then fell onto all fours from a painful cramp in his feet again! His hands and feet all let out sharp cracking sounds as they compressed and grew longer! His ankles stretched from his toes and his feet seemed to fold in on themselves almost. The big and pinky toe started to grow to match each other as the nails devolved into hoof segments to overcome the ends. His feet quickly transformed into the legs of a cow- but the cloven hooves were not quite right. The dew claws were much too large, and the hoof segments on their ends long and large as well- they actually touched the ground! It almost looked like a cross between high heel shoes and a hoof! He had a similar mutation as Betty's hands only on his feet, which made it drastically less useful. His hands however all fused together into one giant finger, one large and sturdy horse hoof, robbing them of any mobility at all! He finally realized the fate of his own changes. He was turning into the same thing as Betty- only backwards! Her top half was cow and bottom half horse- Louis' top half was horse and his bottom half is cow! As he pushed himself up trying to get back onto two legs the muscles in his arm tightened and swelled a bit. His shoulders swelled out with muscle and his breasts lifted and pushed out a bit more as the pectoral muscles behind them grew slightly. His breasts themselves also grew- now about a DD cup. His udder was starting to droop from its increasing size and weight- but his erection was still firmly wedged into its underside. He could not see it to know how large it was anymore, but even he could feel how tiny it was in comparison to the womanly mound threatening to smother it to death.
Betty helped him back to his feet, rubbing her own breasts up and down to flick his much smaller nipples with her huge teats. Louis moaned, looking like he was in a trance. She put a hand softly on his still slowly swelling udder and pressed down lightly.
"Ah~! N-no d-ooh... eeeihehe!" He startled himself with a horse neigh. "Don't do that... I can't... I will lose it."
"Sounds good to me." She started to push gently down on it again. "Let it aaaall out, babe."
The underside of the udder smooshed into the small penis, completely wrapping around it with its soft flesh and Louis gently thrust against it. His hips radiated strong pleasure, almost like an orgasm but it fired out all through his entire hip area! By now his tail was almost down to his knees and developed a tassel on it! His nostrils expanded, causing the bridge of his nose to sound out a hollow pop.
"Hnngh~ Ah... n--neieigh! No! Can't... hnnn, hold... gunna explode!!"
His hips shook with a thunderously loud crack as his pelvis broke and expanded quicly, fusing back together in a different frame. Now his hips were huge- and boxy looking, with sharp hip bones- a cow's rump! His anus puffed up, but not as large as Betty, and it remained normal flesh toned. The orgasmic surges returned to his genitals, and again like last time nothing actually came out- and each pulse was shadowed with a shrink. His balls pulled tight to his pelvic floor and popped entirely inside. His scrotum compressed becoming a bit denser and then parted along the seam to reveal a growing hole within- he was officially a she now. The scrotum remnants became the inner labia as the outer flesh ballooned up to become the outer labia. What was formerly his penis regressed into her new clit as his genitals became a bovine vulva! Her udder had completely smothered her former gender!
Betty smirked. "Maybe your name should be Louise now!"
Louise looked down in a daze at her udder- now looking in the size range of four basketballs smushed together! Even if she still had a penis it would be completely eclipsed and unusable anyway. Betty's grin spread further as she seen Louise's hips jerk ever so slightly as her fat thumb-sized teats start to lift their girth up on their own. She knew what was coming! Louise was nearing completion. Louise's neck started to let off soft pops and grew longer- becoming a bit thicker as well as it lengthened. Her hair line continued down it, matching any new length it gained to form a proper mane. Betty hefted Louise's udder and then pinned it upright between them with her equine tits. She then lifted her own giant breasts to point forward and pinned Louise once again against the wall- smushing her giga breasts against Louise's DDs. The two of them played a sort of tug of war, pushing either their chest or hip forward and forcing the other back, back and forth- grinding their giant soft flesh balloons together. Louise's udder grew a bit more, then rounded out and lifted under its own pressure- quickly filling up with warm weight! Her moans became higher pitch and more desperate sounding as her teats almost itched with the intensity of the pleasure before she squeaked in pleasure and all four teats exploded with streams of milk! She was having a sort of breast-gasm like Betty had earlier! Her pupils stretched into rectangles to finish her changes.
Betty let her off the wall, looking her over as she caught her breath. "Well? How do you feel?"
"Hnn... horny. My udder released, not... between my legs..."
Louise cupped a hoof over her new pussy, but it was too broad and inflexible to use to get herself off! She looked to Betty who had wandered over to the bed, and with a smile hoisted the giant two-sided dildo she used to use back onto the bed, flexing her eyebrows. Louise quickly joined her on the bed and with a little help, lined up one head and her hungry cow vulva ate it easily. Once positioned, the two slid back carefully, mooing and nickering as the huge shaft slid into both of them. Their projected anuses kissed just before the black and the pink vulva met in the middle, sharing their salty lube before they pulled back and then slammed their asses back together! Giant teats and mammaries rocked back and forth and jiggled with each new impact, dripping milk almost constantly onto the poor bedding. Certainly not what Louise had in mind for their sex life- but then he failed to be specific about it in the first place. It felt good, it looked hot. Louise had always been a follower, not a leader. Betty got exactly what she envisioned, and absolutely loved every moment of this! | STORY |
Students will be introduced to a technique for 3D modeling using Blender. Students will be encouraged to take these skills and model their own ideas. At the end of the module students should be able to create something symmetrical in 3D.
With this course we will learn how to:
- Navigate in 3D space
- Create and model a mesh
- Use modifiers to optimize time
- This is where we see all of the objects of our scene.
- Axis’ are imaginary lines that help us and the computer navigate 3D space.
- Rotating our view around a fixed point or object.
- Sliding the view up down left and right.
- The red blue and green arrows that appear on an object when it is selected. Usually the center of an object and is where the object is moved, rotated or scaled from.
- Sliding an object in 3D space.
- A mesh is a collection of vertices, edges, and faces that describe the shape of a 3D object.
- A vertex is a single point (the plural of vertex is “vertices”).
- An edge is a straight line segment connecting two vertices.
- A face is a flat surface enclosed by edges (some other applications call these “polygons”).
- A shape consisting of 4 or more sides.
- Snap to grid points.
- Can anyone give an example of when they’ve seen a 3D character in a film, television show or video game?
- How did you know it was in 3D?
This module provides an opportunity to address curriculum expectations in the Science, Computer Studies and Math Grade 9 to 12 expectations. In particular, students will have an opportunity to develop spatial thinking skills, investigate geometric relationships and use a new software program (Blender). This assignment will also demonstrate how art and engineering come together to create 3D characters and objects when telling a story.
- Blender – Download Blender
Complete The Drawing
With a piece of paper have the students draw a line down the center of it. Then have students draw only half of an object. I can be any object or a geometric pattern. Then place the mirror along the line. This object will be what students will create in Blender.
The following is a list of short-cuts or ‘hotkeys’ for the keyboard when using Blender for this lesson.
- Select Objects: RMB (right mouse button)
- Orbiting: MMB (middle mouse button (the scroll wheel clicked)) and drag
- Panning: shift + MMB
- Zooming: middle scroll wheel (or CTRL + MMB + drag)
- Select All: A
- Remove Objects: X
- Toolbar: T
- Translate: G
- Undo: CTRL + Z
- Redo: shift + CTRL + Z
- Add Objects: shift + A
- Edit Mode: tab
- Switch Between Vert/Edge/Face: CTRL + tab
- Knife Tool: K
- Extrude: alt + E
- Toggle Snaps: shift + tab
- Snap Element: shift + CTRL + tab
A Quick Primer
Before we move forward the first tip I can give is that Ctrl+Z And Ctrl+S are your best friends.
Ctrl+Z is undo, it can take us back many steps if we happen to make a mistake. It however has some limits. The number of undos is set by the preferences (Ctrl+Alt+U) under the Editing Tab. By default the Undo steps are set to 32. I like to run it at 200, but this will depend on the machine and our confidence.
Side note, if you make a mistake, and have undone too far we can step forward, so long as you have not made any changes since pressing Ctrl+Z. Just Press Shift+Ctrl+Z to redo that edit.
Ctrl+S the command to save quickly. Saving often is a great idea, 3D modeling programs have a reputation to suddenly shutdown and users can lose any progress made. If you want to experiment or try something new, it is best to save before you do. Let’s save our file now and give it a name.
Now when you press Ctrl+S a prompt will come up to make sure you want to save over our last save. We can either click the blue section, which will have we save over the old file or we can press Shift+Ctrl+S and save a new file by renaming it to something else.
To begin set Blender to Factory Settings. Under File (top left of our screen) select Load Factory Settings. This should display a camera, light, cube, and a grid.
This is our largest window and is where most of the action will happen. Our intuition may have us use the LEFT mouse button (LMB) on these objects to select them. That actually has placers the 3D cursor, which is a powerful tool.
The 3D Cursor
The 3D cursor is very helpful tool. One of its functions is to be the spawn point for objects that are added to the scene. It can also act as a pivot point for the objects.
To put the 3D cursor back we’re going to have to open the Viewport Properties menu. Press N for the tab to appear. This window has some great functionality. Let’s scroll down a bit and find the 3D Cursor options. Under Location set the X, Y and Z to 0.
These 3 options will help with navigating through the scene and with viewing the model from any angle:
- Orbiting – MMB and drag (or Alt + LMB)
- Panning – Shift+MMB (or Alt + LMB)
- Zooming – middle scroll wheel (or Ctrl + MMB + drag)
Let’s Make An Object
Most objects are symmetrical on one axis or another. With Blender to save time and the program can do some of the heavy lifting.
To start let’s press the A key to select everything in the scene and press X and click Delete to clear the scene.
We’ll need a plane to start. Go to the Create tab on the left and press Plane.
OR Press Shift+A and select Plane from the menu that pops up.
With the plane object selected (it should be highlighted with orange and have the 3 arrows on it) let’s look at the Properties window.
and switch to the Modifier tab.
Once there left click on the drop down Add Modifier and add a modifier called Mirror.
A modifier will now be added to the modifier stack, here we can decide:
- Which axis to mirror on.
- Whether or not the two halves are to be directly connected.
- How close vertices need to be before they merge into one.
Just leave the default settings for this project. Set up the Viewport to look straight down on the plane. This helps with translating vertices. To adjust the Viewport to a top down view and into orthographic (straight on view without any perspective) open the view menu.
Now if we press G to translate we don’t have to worry about that pesky 3rd dimension.
To start manipulating elements of the plane get into Edit Mode. Change this by clicking the drop down menu that says Object Mode and selecting Edit Mode from the options that appear or press tab and hop right into Edit Mode.
Snap tools make aligning things much quicker. The snap tool looks like a magnet on the Toolbar of the 3d view. Either click the magnet or press Shift+Tab to activate it.
It has several settings in the drop down that elements can snap to. Stick with Increment (which is the grid spacing size) for now.
Also, turn on Snap to absolute grid alignment by clicking here:
Use the Knife tool from the Toolbar on the left or press K to have it activate.
Now cut a line straight down the middle, just Left Click once at the top near the middle of the plane and once at the bottom. Vertices are created wherever clicked and an edge is created between 2 vertices. Once the plane is sliced press the Spacebar or Enter to confirm that the line created is what we want. To cancel just Right Click and try again.
Now turn off the snaps by clicking the magnet or by pressing Shift+Tab. With the Knife tool draw an image on the plane. After a few cuts notice that nothing has been mirrored.
In the Mirror module click the Adjust edit cage to modifier result button.
Now it will look like this.
Make a few more cuts to give the image some teeth.
To get the teeth just right use the translation tool by Right Clicking a vertex, pressing G (or go to Translate in the toolbar on the left) and moving the mouse around to place it in a new spot.
To cut in the eyes make a line that builds off of the skull. When finished the program might add a line that was not intended. Correct it later if need be.
Now do the same for the nose.
Now for some prettification with the translation tool.
Turning every shape into either a four sided polygon or at minimum a triangle. This will make Blender and our collective parents/guardians proud. Blender works best with quads (four sided shapes) or triangles.
Now switch to Face selection mode either by using the element selection bar.
or by pressing ctrl+Tab
Now select the skull by holding Shift and Right Clicking all of the faces that made it up.
And use the Extrude Region tool in the Toolbar on the left.
or press Alt+E and click Region
And watch as we move our mouse and make our creation rise, Rise, RISE!
Oh wait, no it didn’t rise because we need to move our view a little. These little half dots that appeared do indicate that some form of element has been created (a couple of faces in this case). Right Click to cancel any movement we may have made and then pan the viewport with middle mouse click. Then we can either Left Click the blue arrow of the Pivot Point for translation or press G and then Z to constrain translation to the z axis.
Woohoo! We did it! Now save this puppy and reflect on all that we have done today. Were going to use this model to build into another lesson.
Learning Blender takes time to explore and practice. Take a moment and check out some examples of artist work in the feature reel on the Blender website.
- ArtStation is great to see work from some top 3D/2D professionals (don’t be discouraged, these professionals have been practicing for years to get this good).
- Blender Tutorials are great for beginners.
Social Media Resources
- Blender on Twitter – @blender_org
- BlenderDeveloper on Twitter – @blender_dev
- Blender News on Twitter – @BlenderToday | EDUCATION |
It was a meeting for the ages, even if neither party was entirely aware of it. Why should they, when their lives had been entirely regular up until the very moment they closed the door to the bedroom and locked it shut, even if there was no one else in the house? It was a momentous occasion, or at least the two of them wanted to make sure that it was; perhaps it might’ve been somewhat excessive to go to those lengths just to ensure that they had some privacy, but who was going to tell them off? It was their night, no one else’s, and so both Don and Trish did what they felt was the most right, even if part of themselves had to wonder if they weren’t playing into tired tropes a tad too much.
For both the Arcanine and Ninetales, their burgeoning relationship had marked the best six months of their entire adult life; plenty of happy memories all about and whatnot, but there was something… different, about the way things took place when they finally met one another and it felt as if their entire existence had been leading up to that point. When they first saw one another, sitting on opposite ends of that wonderful little café tucked away in a corner of a barely-visited commercial district, both of whom regularly patronized for their wonderful selection of sandwiches, they didn’t think twice; they couldn’t think twice, in fact, as it was merely natural that they should get up and walk towards one another, only thinking about the awkward result when they were already standing in the middle of the establishment without anywhere nearby to sit down.
Yet, for all that this made them blush once the rest of the clientele was made aware, the words flowed from their mouths about as easily as they would had the two been long-term friends; it was a raw, almost instinctual attraction that really couldn’t be explained purely through rational and-or emotional means, but ran somehow deeper than even those levels. They were destined to be together, that much they knew… even if they didn’t quite know how they knew, or why they were so fated in the first place. Gift horses and all that; better to spend time with one another than waste it wondering why that was happening, and for the following six or so months, both Trish and Don found that their relationship didn’t so much leave them feeling fulfilled as it did complete them.
It was a horribly tired thing to say, but they were both well aware that they understood what all those love songs in the radio were about, even if they were somewhat certain their sappiness went a few levels above what was intended; they couldn’t help it though, not when they looked at one another and saw in their partner something more: a companion for life, a lover, a better half, an actual half of who they were meant to be that just happened to have been estranged until the two of them met. They were more than convinced that their newfound joy and glee had become nearly unbearable for everyone else around them, especially whenever they became “physical”; not that the two of them went anywhere beyond handholding and the occasional snuggling, but the amount of pet names, tender caresses and nonsense noises, not to mention the wide, goofy smiles and the mumbled sweet nothings all contributed to something straight out of a terrible B-movie romance.
Neither of them cared though; let the world mock them, for they were happy together, and that was all that mattered. Why bother worrying about what the rest of the planet thought about their public displays of affection when there was a reason for them to exist in the first place? They had one another, they were happier than ever, and now, after six months of pretending like they didn’t want to go another step further, they were finally going to (more traditionally) consummate their relationship.
It was… harder than it would appear, as despite their willingness to be open about their love for one another, it was another thing entirely to think about those sorts of things. Holding hands, hugging, cuddling, maybe even exchanging a kiss if they were feeling particularly scandalous that day, that was one thing; actually going through with what couples were, to some extent, “expected” to do was quite another one entirely. For a long while, in fact, both the Arcanine and the Ninetales were perfectly fine with the assumption that theirs was a purely romantic relationship, with few, if any, sexual elements to it. Even were this to be true, it wouldn’t have been any less wonderful of an experience compared to other, more physical alternatives; the love they shared was real, realer than anything the two of them had ever felt, so whether or not they were sticking whatsits into whoevers didn’t really matter to them.
Alas, their bodies both disagreed, albeit in a form that gave the two lovers some time to process what they were feeling in a way that allowed them to comfortably rationalize their urges away… for a time. Trish in particular was the first one to notice something was off, when she started to pay closer attention to Don whenever he was vacuuming the house while wearing as little clothes as possible. The reason for it was perfectly logical, and indeed had been offered on the Arcanine’s part without a hint of teasing: he shed a lot of fur, hence, if he was going to suck up whatever loose dirt or dust was around, he might as well get all the shedding done while he was doing it, precluding the need for a second go-around just a day or two later.
And for a while, things were fine; he’d strip down to his boxer shorts and walk around the house vacuuming, while Trish sat on the couch and did her best not to get too much fur on the ground herself. Unfortunately for her, Don was… endowed, well-endowed in fact, and in more ways than one. He certainly had plenty to show between his legs, but the sheer degree of muscle mass on that man’s body was something that had to be seen to be believed; granted, he worked hard for it and had very much earned it, what with regular visits to the gym and a strict control over his diet, but somehow, for some reason, Trish had never quite paid so much attention to his rippling, bulging abs, his rock-solid pecs or the thick pillars of delicious man meat that Don called his thighs before.
She’d never even noticed them, at least not in… that way. So for her eyes to suddenly be attracted to those particular parts of her partner’s anatomy, for her body to grow hotter and her breathing to turn short and heavy at the same time whenever she caught a glimpse of that sculpted form, was more than a little confusing. Or rather, confusing for the conscious side of Trish; she wasn’t an idiot, nor was she an innocent waif who didn’t know what this thing ye scoundrels called “love” was. She was just… unused to such thoughts.
They didn’t cross her mind that often, or at all really, leaving her to wonder just what exactly was happening to her that she would notice all these seemingly insignificant details, when clearly all she should be worrying about was that knee-length d-or, instead, how thoughtful it was that Don took over most of the monotonous chores. For his part, the Arcanine himself very quickly went through the same process of having his urges awaken, though for him, it might’ve been a bit more excusable than most.
Trish’s body, for all intents and purposes, was entirely at odds with her apparent lack of a sexual drive; many times, in fact, had the Arcanine wondered his attraction to the Ninetales was indeed genuine on a personal and spiritual level, or if it was just his primal lizard brain doing the talking for him, because for someone who expressed little to no interest in going much further than intimate kissing, Trish certainly had a body that screamed far, far more. From a set of curvaceous hips that made it difficult for her to go through most doors without getting the slightest bit stuck, going down to a pair of thighs soft and squishy enough that even Don had trouble finding how much he could sink his fingers into them, curving back up to a rump that could serve as its very own seat from how immense it was. It all combined wonderfully with just the right amount of pudge to her belly, not enough for it to be outright impeditive, but certainly sufficient for a good couple of handfuls, all capped off by a bust that was, in all respects, excessively large.
Really, all it needed was to produce milk and the whole picture would be complete, but at the very least Trish hadn’t been saddled with that yet; merely a pair of breasts heavy enough that she often had to cross thresholds one of them at a time, needing to angle herself so as to not get stuck trying to squeeze her bust through. In all honesty, given that Don had already gone through a couple of flings in the past, it was nothing short of miraculous that he didn’t have his pleasure centers activated whenever he looked in Trish’s general direction, but the world worked in mysterious ways, and so it was that he just… didn’t. It wasn’t until one random day that he woke up, saw the Ninetales by his side underneath the sheets, and rather than having the normal first reaction, that of being overwhelmed by the realization of how lucky he was to have someone as wonderful as Trish in his life, he instead thought to himself that she looked very attractive.
Not necessarily in those terms, though the ones employed would remain within the Arcanine’s mind until the day he died, as they were far too scandalous even for him; he remembered having his cheeks burn brightly, even if Trish hadn’t heard any of the things that occurred to him, with the poor guy having to rush out of bed in order to splash some cold water on his face and… assorted other places. It was stronger than him, and he couldn’t explain it; at no point had he developed any sort of physical, sexual attraction for Trish, and yet now he couldn’t help but think of how wonderful it would be to throw himself at the immense vixen and just vanish into the many folds of her body, while she pat his head, stroked his back, and called him a good boy.
It was enough to get his tail to start wagging involuntarily, which itself triggered enough buttons in Trish’s mind that she wondered what it would take to get the pup to heel and service her in ways she never once thought about doing to herself, much less with anyone else. All in all, a bit a pickle as the two lovers tried dancing around the subject when they both refused to even acknowledge its existence to begin with, “content” in ignoring it and pretending it just didn’t exist, even as its stranglehold on their lives and psyche grew stronger by the day. Their sixth-month anniversary was coming up soon as well; though others found it perplexing that they would celebrate such a milestone, both Trish and Don assured everyone whom the subject was brought up with that it was just “a thing” they did, for every day they spent together was more precious than the last, thus they might as well mark a somewhat significant date on the calendar and use that as an excuse to celebrate.
They weren’t lying either; they loved one another even more than when they first got together. It was just everything else that made the end of those six months far more complicated than they ever thought it would be, including all the extra time they spent together in bed immediately before and after sleep. As far as they could rationalize it, this was nothing but a gesture of purely innocent intimacy; they merely appreciated one another’s presence, was all, even if they did show it by getting a bit more handsy with one another than they normally would, with a whole lot of extra sounds they didn’t usually make even at the worst of times.
It took a significant amount of effort for them to admit to one another that they wanted to go further than just cuddling, and even then it was through a thick fog curtain of awkwardness, with a hefty dose of blushing embarrassment on the side. Unsurprisingly, “the talk” ended with them in one another’s arms shedding a handful of happy tears (they were still sappy romantics after all), but the preparations for the grand occasion were… somewhere on the other end of the scale. Both of them knew something that they hadn’t thought to mention to the other, mostly because they’d lived with it for so much of their lives that it hardly seemed worth mentioning at all, especially since it wasn’t altogether rare.
A genetic mutation in fire-types had a tendency of “subverting”, as it was called, the effects of the Flash Fire ability, altering its functionality in some subtle, but fundamentally meaningful ways; typically, Flash Fire itself did little beyond allowing a fire-type to absorb flame and heat in exchange for a temporary boost to power, something Don in particular was deeply acquainted with thanks to his strict workout regimen. However, there were two distinct strains of the mutation, dubbed the “Empathetic” and “Hypertrophic”; the former was significantly more common than the latter, and merely extended the effects of the ability itself to other, less conventional forms of “heat”, for lack of a better word.
Those afflicted by it would find themselves reinvigorated when next to someone who was sexually aroused, or otherwise experiencing a high degree of sexual activation, being able to feed (again, for lack of a better word) off these emotional and physiological responses in much the same way they’d be able to directly absorb, say, a fireball. For Don, this was both a blessing and somewhat of a curse, since while he was more than happy with being given the ability to grow stronger and mightier whenever he did a good job satisfying his partner, the amount of beds he’d broken and bones he almost twisted and cracked was perhaps a bit too high for his liking.
It left him feeling like he had to treat his lovers like they were made of glass at times, and most likely contributed to his (at first) unwillingness to progress with Trish to a deeper and more physical relationship; thankfully, he was somewhat certain the Ninetales would be able to take what he had to dish out, since, after all, she was bigger than him… and had plenty of cushioning zones, which he figured might help whenever things got rough. Trish herself, however, had manifested the second, less common strain of the mutation, the “Hypertrophic” variant, and the one responsible for her body being what it was.
In addition to a boost to power, stamina, and all-around physical prowess, absorbing fire attacks prompted a direct exchange in energy and mass, giving Trish the ability to turn what should’ve been a first-degree burn into, say, an extra cup size for her bust, or more pudge for her thighs, or even a fatter ass to round herself out. She’d discovered this entirely by accident when she was younger, when during an unfortunate spat with a would-be rival involving some boy she couldn’t even remember the name of, the vixen accidentally ended up knocking out who she was fighting with by slapping them hard enough with her bust that they fainted… a bust that hadn’t really been there until Trish subconsciously absorbed a fireball thrown at her instead of deflecting it.
Since then, she’d kept a tight leash on her use of that ability, not because she didn’t want to use it, but precisely because she did; her form, after puberty, might have been somewhat curvier than average, but it was still well within bounds of what was “normal”. Herself now, however, several years later in her mid-20s, was the result of the vixen forgetting herself a few times and having far too much fun playing with fire without getting burned. Thus, she had made a conscious decision not to use that ability anymore, at least not unless it was absolutely necessary.
Together, the two were opposite sides of the same coin, and together, they both inwardly assumed their condition wasn’t worth bringing up; even Trish, who was convinced there would be flames flying in the bedroom, didn’t think it worthy of her time, partly because she believed herself capable of holding back, mostly because it would be a tremendous surprise for her partner if she didn’t. Don, meanwhile, was firmly of the opinion that one being able to feed off ambient horny energy in order to keep oneself going was very much the sort of thing one should keep to themselves unless asked… again, mostly because he saw it as a perfect gift to his beloved on their very first night “together” as a couple.
Two trains on a collision course with one another that couldn’t well be steered in another direction, not with the sort of gusto and enthusiasm they were both harboring: the Arcanine wanted to take the Ninetales on a marathon of lovemaking, while Trish had to fight against herself whenever she wondered about how amazing it would be if she just “borrowed” some of the fire that Don would no doubt be spewing during their most intimate moments. And thus their days were slowly counted, with the two lovers doing their best not to think about how they had actually scheduled their first time together like it was some kind of appointment, especially when their attraction for one another clearly didn’t care about keeping to the allotted time frame.
Every day they woke up, and every day they looked at one another from opposite sides of the bed. Every day they would hold the other in their arms, and every day they would spend just a little more time snuggling in bed, cuddling in bed, kissing in bed, finding new ways of tracing one another’s contours in bed. Every day was one day closer to them simply giving up waiting and throwing themselves headfirst into the throes of carnal passion… but they had promised one another to make their sixth month anniversary special, and so they would. More time for their bodies to get ready, one supposed; by the time the lucky day turned about, both Don and Trish were so on edge that the former was already having to keep himself from draining his own arousal for extra energy, while the latter took to carrying around a box of matches to use as a stress toy, trying exceptionally hard not to think about how easy it would be to give herself a thicker, fuller body if only she lit a few of them. Or a few dozen. Or several boxes, given they bought a whole bunch of them in a sale.
Really, it was nothing short of divine intervention that those two made it through the day without anyone at their respective workplaces asking what was wrong, even if the question went through many a head regardless; once they clocked out, both Trish and Don instantly beelined for their cars, not even thinking about trying to make their desperate rush to get back home the slightest bit inconspicuous. Hell, at times, they had to actively remind themselves that the road had a code and they weren’t supposed to be going one-eighty in a ninety zone, or that red meant stop, not “maybe think about slowing down”.
Yet, the lack of any police officers on their tails could only mean the universe wanted them to get together, which itself was further proof that this was a blessed, special day indeed. How fortuitous, then, then it was Trish the first to arrive, with just enough time that she managed to prepare their bedroom with a handful of scented candles and the obligatory rose petals… and then prepare herself, mostly by stripping down, taking a nice bath with some expensive fur shampoo, and then leaving the door to their bedroom wide open so Don would see her on coming in.
And Don, being Don, took the time to detour over to a flower shop and then pretend like he knew what he was talking about as he nodded along and offered some platitudes, being more interested in the gesture inherent to a bouquet than what lilies represented over roses or rhododendrons. The trains were back on track, and soon, when the front door to their apartment was closed behind the Arcanine’s back, they smashed against one another.
Don had been expecting… something. He didn’t spend much time thinking about what that might be, nor did he consider that anything the Ninetales did could genuinely cause him to freeze in utmost surprise; he was quite convinced he knew her, apart from the small details that one simply needed time for, so for him to see the sort of visual spectacle that was waiting for him on the other side of the door was… elucidating, if nothing else. He was, for once, exceedingly happy about being wrong, given that he assumed he’d find the vixen sitting in the living room, shaking in her boots after dressing up in what she considered to be a “scandalous” outfit, rather than her being fully nude, fully exposed, and beckoning him closer without lifting her head: an immense pair of tits with an arm poking out from behind them.
Not that he could claim any form of superiority, given that he had actually bought flowers like some sort of neurotic college student with no idea of how courtship was supposed to happen; worse yet, he felt like he was fifteen again and going on his first date, at least until he peered into his bedroom and felt very much like the grown-up he was supposed to be. Those were thoughts he’d never had before, crossing through his mind just then; he wasn’t a virgin (far from it), but at no point did his brain undergo that exact sequence of neuron activations that it did at that moment, that precise moment when he saw his gorgeous, beautiful vixen lying down waiting for him, her every curve splayed out and begging for him to make good use of it. For once, he lost it; there was no more Don in there, just an Arcanine, a bestial canine of purest infernal power whose sole motivation was to mate, with the object of his carnal desire just… there. She was there, Trish was there, and she was telling him to come and get her, if he so wanted. He could practically hear the two words already.
“Oh big boy~!” the Ninetales called out; not the ones he was looking for, but close enough, “I’ve been waiting for you, where’ve you been? Almost thought I’d have to get started without you~”
Well yes, that was indeed the sound of his jeans ripping apart down the entirety of one pant leg. Granted, Don himself didn’t notice; he was slightly too busy trying to pick up the shattered remnants of something he used to call a psyche for him to really pay attention to such trivial details. At least now he felt properly free; no more pants meant he was ready to throw himself at Trish, end of story, and whether or not this was alarming, given that he’d never actually broken through his clothes before, was entirely secondary to getting his hands on that supple mini-giantess and making her make him squeal.
A roundabout mess of emotions, born mostly from Don’s need to be the one on the bottom despite technically being the “strongest” of the two; while he’d never given it much thought before, looking back he came to realize that he’d always taken the more “active” role in his previous relationships, whereas with Trish the whole thing had been… reversed. Never in his life had the Arcanine thought that being pat on the head and told he was a good boy would make his tail wag as hard as it did, but he certainly did end up knocking a great number of things on the way to the bedroom, eager to see what would happen now that he didn’t need to worry about holding back any longer.
It was beautiful, and not a single ounce of regret was born out of using that expression; both lovers thought it, both lovers believed it, and from the moment they felt their touch, both lovers felt it. The warmth of their bodies, the softness of their fur, the love exuding from every pore and hot breath, the haze hanging in the air as ambient temperature began to rise as a consequence of the two fire-types finally cutting loose; it was just their luck that they insisted on properly insulating their bedroom precisely for such an occasion, even if they hadn’t envisioned it taking place any time soon at the time they did so. It felt proper, given what sort of person each of them was… though, to be fair, it did force them to keep said bedroom quite spartan; they could make most of the structure and the bed fireproof, but not exactly their laptops. Or books. Or anything that could spruce up the place, honestly.
Not that either of them were concerned with such trivial matters, especially not when Don’s hands sunk deeply into Trish’s ample breasts, the Arcanine practically howling at the moon just from when he felt the pliable pudge not just overflow around his hands, but swallow them entirely all the way to the wrist. That Trish reacted to this by moaning just as loudly certainly helped matters along, and before either of them knew it, she was having her bust massaged with such energy that one could almost mistake it for a milking; indeed, it wouldn’t take more than a couple of minutes of Don haphazardly caressing those mammoth mammaries before their owner let loose a short yelp, pushed her lover off of her… and then promptly turned over, kneeling on the edge of their bed with her hands outstretched, holding onto the wall; quite coincidentally, this left her enormous tits to hang down from her chest, their gargantuan size evident as their perfectly-formed shape was made even more evident when fully at gravity’s mercy.
And then, she talked; she said something, something that clearly took a lot of energy out of her to say in the way she did, something which, from the way it was spoken, Trish had either wanted to say for a long time, or just recently discovered that was the case. Her words were strained, control over her tone faltering, but she nonetheless managed to pull out the same intonation with which she called Don over in the first place when she opened her mouth and respectfully requested of him:
“Be a good boy and milk me, will you~? I’m feeling quite… full…”
The last word was less tantalizing and far more strained, almost as if Trish actually was as stuffed with milk as she wanted Don to pretend she was. This was, of course, complete nonsense; as the Arcanine knew, and the Ninetales herself was most certainly aware of, those tits were entirely dry, lacking even the most disappointing of milk reserves. It had been something Trish herself had thought about for a while by then, especially once her arousal began to kick in, and even though she herself was unaware of it, her body had decided to pull a fast one on her by activating her Flash Fire ability without her even realizing it. And while normally this wouldn’t be a problem, given that she could only absorb actual flame… well, she didn’t exactly need actual flame.
It would stand as a question for the ages whether she had developed the Empathetic manifestation of the Flash Fire mutation on her own, or if proximity to Don had somehow led to her Hypertrophic variety altering itself further, but one thing was for certain: the moment the Arcanine gently wrapped his arms around the vixen’s torso and held onto her nipples, he had to let go of them immediately. Not because he wanted to, but because it was slightly difficult to do so when said tits went from merely hanging heavily below Trish to occupying the entire space between her side of the bed and the wall, a mighty and loud slorsh accompanying the sudden expansion as the Ninetales was projected backwards by the force of impact!
There was a slight moment of embarrassment where neither Trish nor Don really knew what to make of this; clearly, something out of the ordinary was taking place that they couldn’t explain, and under normal circumstances, they would certainly be very worried that the Ninetales suddenly bloated to over twice her size while developing enough milky production to start gushing gallons of thick cream from both of her now-head-sized nipples. Fortunately for the both of them, these weren’t normal circumstances; not only were the two lovers far too aroused to think critically about anything other than how hard they could go, it just so happened that Don’s body decided this would be a fantastic opportunity for it to pull out a surprise of its own.
Once more, neither the Ninetales nor Arcanine would ever find out the root cause for this, but it hardly mattered when Trish let loose a loud and extremely hot, throaty moan; quite literally hot, as the pleasure high was simply too much for her to exercise any amount of self-control when it came to her inner flame. She opened her mouth, and moments later a gout of fire erupted from it, bathing the Arcanine in an inferno that, were he not perfectly adapted to withstand it, would’ve left him charred and charcoaled.
Mercifully for the big pup, not only was he fully capable of absorbing the blast by itself, his Flash Fire was right there and ready to help him along, activating at just the right time to take in all the excess energy being blasted onto his upper body and diverting it to the rest of him. Not as stamina, not as extra endurance, but as mass; their bed creaked ominously, already damaged from the sudden surge of milky breastflesh, when Don’s entire form practically raced outwards in every direction, the Arcanine letting loose a yowl that very audibly dropped in register the bigger he became, his vocal chords vibrating at an increasingly lower frequency as his whole form had copious amounts of extra Arcanine stacked on top of it.
From six feet to seven, from seven to ten, smashing his head against the ceiling as he hit fifteen with almost no difficulty whatsoever, accompanied by a body that seemed to widen about as much as it gained height; wouldn’t take long before the mattress’ springs snapped, followed quickly by the bed’s frame itself, as the poor thing could take a lot of punishment, maybe even a “proper” lovemaking session, but two burgeoning giants? It gave up the ghost rather quickly, shattering into pieces as bits of wood flew sideways, some bouncing off of the Ninetales’ resilient body, others embedding themselves in the walls as if to demonstrate how much power had been used to project them outwards.
With a thundering crash, the Arcanine dropped to the floor with enough strength that his knees both created a small impact crater; not that he was any worse for wear, getting back up almost immediately so he could readjust himself. After all, he still had Trish there, and she did ask him to milk her, and he was a good boy; he was her good boy, that much he knew, and if he wanted her to say those two magic words to him again, then it was his duty to get that milking done as quickly as possible. A lot easier now that he was that much bigger than the Ninetales, to be fair; he could nestle her against him and just lean forward to grab her engorged buds, made doubly convenient by how the bed was completely crushed, allowing them to pull back slightly and make more room.
The amount of milk, however, came as a shock to both of them… though not necessarily in the same direction, as one might think. Don certainly found it to be far more than even he initially assumed, with spurts of dairy voluminous enough to fill multiple gallon jugs being produced at even the slightest touch. For Trish, however, things weren’t so simple; she might not have been aware that it was her arousal and Don’s that caused the sudden burst of size and productivity, but she was absolutely aware that she was horny, and that a mere milking wasn’t going to solve it. When she laid eyes upon what her tits were doing, when she was made fully aware of how much milk was flowing out of her, a small part of the vixen’s brain told her that this was “enough”, and the remaining bits promptly balked at this notion and instantly overcorrected.
Of course it wasn’t “enough”; the two of them hadn’t even started yet, how could it be “enough”? “Enough” was for when she and Don were so thoroughly exhausted that they couldn’t even walk straight anymore, not for the start of the show; “enough” was for when their room was coated in milk and their home was flooded by a knee-height layer of the stuff, not just some minor spillage. So not, it wasn’t enough, nor would it be for quite some time; in fact, what she needed was more, what she needed was to have her body bask in the warm glow of sexual bliss and make something out of it… or, more specifically, make something out of her.
There was a long, loud noise, one that might once have been called a moan, escaping from the vixen’s throat with the sort of reverb one might expect of a creature far larger than she was. A sound that heralded the emergence of something akin to a demigoddess, as the Ninetales opened herself up to the arousal, the horny energy, the sheer need of it all, taking it within herself as her Flash Fire ability ran on overdrive and uncontrolled. She absorbed it, drunk it, consumed it, gorged herself upon it, growing larger with every second, and not just in her bust either; while her milkers were certainly becoming even larger than before, the rest of her body was well on its way to compensate for this, granting her the shapely curves that best befitted a creature of her semi-divine status.
From her curvaceous legs to her fat thighs and even wider ass, to a set of hips that could be described as motherly if one were feeling for euphemisms, and just the right amount of plush to her midriff to ensure that Don had something to squeeze that wasn’t just the usual. Throw all of that onto a frame that grew up to be taller than the Arcanine, and it didn’t take more than a few seconds before Trish went from “helplessly pinned down” to “in charge and loving every second of it”; hell, Don was thrown back once his partner decided that what he truly needed was to have her sit down on him, muffling the outside world almost completely… though not the words that came out of Trish’s mouth afterwards.
“I think it’s time we spruced up the place.”
And there was the Flash Fire, or at least the Empathetic version that Don was so used to. He couldn’t help it; with the amount of plushness on him, it’d be downright criminal if he didn’t make use of his abilities, even if he knew that something was wrong about them and the house was going to pay for it if he failed to exercise some basic degree of self-control. Yet, self-control felt like the last thing he should be worried about; self-control felt like the sort of thing that he shouldn’t be wasting time on, when he could be focusing on far more productive things instead, such as whether or not he should be pushing that colossal rear off of him.
He could, technically speaking, in that it was entirely within his power to do so; it just so happened that he didn’t know whether he should, whether he had the right to shove his loving partner off from on top of him, when she had so lovingly sat down upon him that he might delight in her smothering presence. Then again, had she not just said they were supposed to spruce the place up? How was he to do such a thing unless he was free from that bind? It’d certainly be one hell of an uphill battle if he tried to perform aggressive renovations while being buried by vixen butt, even if he could think of a great many ways to go about doing just that; maybe that was the point, and the Ninetales actually did want him to put some effort into his ministrations, putting those muscles of his to good use rather than simply lying around waiting for her to take some initiative herself.
Luckily for Trish, her lover’s absorption of all that plentiful horny energy was enough to make his body bwoompf outwards with sufficient force to break apart whatever was left of their bed; shattered remnants were pulverized and the final vestiges of what used to be the mattress and sheets were burned to a crisp, courtesy of a large and rather well-formed gout of flame erupting from Don’s mouth after he failed to contain a roar. This, naturally, only led to the Ninetales making very good use of that heat by activating her own form of the Flash Fire, the whole room rumbling as her body grew to occupy most of it, keeping Don firmly pinned against the floor no matter how hard he wriggled (and goodness, did he put his all into his wriggling).
This was, ultimately, part of the dance the two had just fabricated from whole cloth; for people like them, it wouldn’t do to merely get together, it wouldn’t do for them to merely engage in the same sort of foreplay and sexual activities as other people did. Not that they thought about it in that way until just seconds prior, but as their bodies bulged and swelled, as their forms filled every space available to them, it became clear that they were destined for far greater things than just regular lovemaking; there was a dance, or so they individually chose to see it, where they would push and pull, test one another’s limits just to see how far they could go, all while basking in their mutual adoration and growing bigger and fuller and stronger and larger in the process.
None other could experience what they did, no matter how much they tried; it was purely through their own unique relationship, their burgeoning love for one another, that such a state of being was possible (that, or a lucky fluke with genetics; frankly, they chose to believe the more romantic option)... and, as a result, the couple’s bedroom wouldn’t last much longer after the final barriers went down and the two budding giants within chose to willingly indulge in the delectable carnality they had denied from themselves for so long.
Or something of the sort, it was difficult coming up with coherent ideas when they were as horny as they were; all either of them could come to care about was whether or not they were growing, whether or not the other one was moaning loudly enough, and just how much they could stretch their luck by tapping into abilities which had clearly mutated beyond their capacity to control. Not that any of this mattered in the pursuit of purest pleasure, but some part of Don and Trish still worried about having a roof over their heads, nevermind the fact that those affected by the Hypertrophic variant of the Flash Fire mutation couldn’t shrink.
Trish had an obligation to be deeply acquainted with this notion, and on some level she still was; it was just that everything else piled on top of it made it exceedingly difficult to even notice that realization was there to begin with, let alone pay attention to it in any meaningful manner. All the Ninetales cared for was having her tits bloat with mass and milk, each one reaching a size large enough that they could individually fill the couple’s bedroom all on its own, Trish saved from being smothered by her own mammaries by virtue of the walls collapsing; it happened so quickly, and so muffled by the enormous stack of breastflesh she had in front of her, that she didn’t realize it had taken place until she saw her breasts spilling into the living room… or, more accurately, heard the TV being pushed off the wall and crash onto the ground, chuckling to herself as the truth sank in and her full size became apparent.
Not that this made her stop, or even so much as slow down; indeed, with a bust that large, what else could she do besides making her ass grow bigger to compensate, while throwing a few additional feet onto her height for good measure? What else could she do but keep rolling her hips and grinding her rump against Don, getting him to rumble and roar and yowl and yelp with delicious, filling flames erupting from his delectably open mouth? That pup had a way with his tongue, one that made Trish’s spine tingle and freeze over before melting from overstimulation, only deepening her desire to keep on sitting atop her lover, who, for his part, did very little to actually move away. Why should he, really, when he was exactly where he wanted to be: stuck underneath a growing goddess with his dick very firmly lodged between a pair of milktanks that were seemingly rushing to outsize the house that already barely contained them?
He didn’t even know if Trish was aware of it or not, but she was giving him the best titjob he’d ever experienced in his life; granted, it was the first one, but Don figured nothing could really compare, given that both of them had grown as much as they had. Though he himself couldn’t be sure, seeing as there was a whole lot of Ninetales ass in front of him, from the feel of it all he could be reasonably certain his cock had become about as long as he used to be tall; which was just as well, because what else should a hunk like him have on a fifteen-foot frame than a six-foot-long shaft to go along with it? Barely a thought was paid to the size of his nuts, mostly because the immense pressure they were under was only kept at bay from Don’s pleasure centers through extreme focus and concentration; if he dared to even think about thinking of what they were going through, then he wouldn’t be able to service Trish properly, and then he wouldn’t be able to feed on her arousal to grow himself further so she could grow herself even more and the two could carry on with their dance.
It was a requirement by then, one that would only cease once they achieved climax… preferably with Trish outlasting Don. It was only fair that a goddess such as her wouldn’t have to withstand the brutish ministrations of a consort who didn’t know how to treat a lady properly; plus, it was Trish. She deserved everything he could give her, and at that moment, Don figured the best he could give was his own endless stamina, brought to the very edge and kept there, that the goddess he was flattened under would experience true heaven. Of course, the perfect course of action would have the both of them climaxing at the same time, but the Arcanine giant doubted they could coordinate that well anymore; maybe if they weren’t so far gone into the rabbit hole of mindless pleasure, maybe if their bodies were normal and not divine as they were.
In their state, trying to match their rhythms together as opposed to going full tilt and hoping for the best would be a chore and a half, to say the absolute least. Still, they tried; it was the least they could do, given the amount of damage they’d already done to their house: in between a broken bed, a partially collapsed ceiling, and a bedroom with a lovely view of the living room by way of a broken wall, it almost felt silly to try and hold back anymore. It was, after all, the whole point of going full tilt in the first place: after a while, they couldn’t afford to hesitate, or else they’d end up in a far worse situation than if they just unleashed their full might.
Ultimately, a pair of growing lovers who wrecked their own home was one thing; two giants looming over a city as they became larger with each moan, each kiss, each grope… well, that was something else entirely. That was the sort of thing that made governments pay attention, unless they wanted to lose a significant chunk of their country to a couple of horndogs who really didn’t care about how much damage they were doing; not out of malice, but purely due to the overwhelming amount of serotonin and endorphins flooding their brains. How could they care about anything other than one another, even when the whole house began to shake as if it was in an earthquake?
Their neighbors were probably wondering the same as well, though given the presence of Don and Trish being well-known, even the most suspicious among them figured it was just the young couple finally deciding to do something about the obvious infatuation they had for one another; it wasn’t until ceilings began to cave and floors were pushed upwards that those unfortunate few who lived directly above and below the couple were made aware that they had severely underestimated how far the two of them would go to fulfill their fantasies, something the rest of the apartment block would be taught in short order as well. Neither Trish nor Don could stop it anymore, to be fair; they could certainly try, but it was bound to fail, given how so much of their processing power was dedicated to prolonging the experience, whether or not this was even remotely feasible or sustainable.
They could feed off either flame or arousal, sometimes both, often with so much gusto that it bordered on the unreasonable, and as far as they cared, that was all they really needed: one another’s warmth, one another’s presence, one another, period. Everything else was secondary to keeping themselves locked in that one eternal moment, even as said moment stretched to fill seconds, minutes, all of which were replete with ample amounts of architectural mayhem as their bodies swelled to fill all available space around them. From their homes to the ones directly adjacent, then the rest of the apartment block until there were a couple of nipples protruding off one end, a cock off the top, and a large ass on the back end of the structure itself, the whole thing ready to collapse like a broken egg.
If ever there had been any concern for the world around them, even amidst the storm of pleasure the two experienced, there was none now. It had vanished, like dust scattered to the wind, replaced by an irresistible desire to further augment the sensations they were experiencing, replaced with a ravenous need for more and more intense stimulation that would only truly end when their bodies broke down and exhaustion finally won, assuming such a thing was even possible to begin with. Doubtful, to say the least; given their rapidly-shifting mutations and the almost automatic use of their Flash Fire ability, then it was entirely possible that both of them would simply carry on by feeding off one another’s arousal, thoroughly breaking the laws of reality as they knew them by perpetuating their lovemaking through using itself as its own fuel.
Or, perhaps most likely, they would instead run into a wall some time in the near future, presumably after spilling over an entire city block and finding that it was significantly harder to fuck one another when they could barely move a muscle as a result of so much strain being placed on them. Whatever the case, neither Don nor Trish were interested in finding out the answer to the question; doing so would mean taking away valuable time from what they should be doing, that being finding new and more inventive ways of using their improved size to find new heights of pleasure to ascend to.
There was just so much that could be done, if only they took a few seconds to think things through and put their mass to good use; as soon as their building came down, for instance, it soon became apparent that they were… well, building-sized, or at least large enough that an apartment block couldn’t contain them properly. While this was already a nearly unthinkable truth, or at least would’ve been for the more moderate and contained version of the couple that existed just a couple of weeks prior, it also led to a second realization: there were other buildings. The two of them might’ve toppled their own, but that was only because they were inside it, knocking out load-bearing walls and crumbling the structure from within; surely, they weren’t yet so heavy that they would outright knock down entire buildings from the outside, giving them some measure of encouragement to try something new out: have Trish splay herself over the nearest apartment block, keep her tits firmly pressed against one side of it, then have Don step forward and do what he did best.
For a few seconds, things went perfectly; they might as well be inside their bedroom and using a wall, rather than in the great outdoors making use of ten stories stacked on top of one another, filled with panicky and yet highly aroused bystanders. For a few seconds, there was nothing but Don’s grunting, and Trish’s reciprocating moaning, tempo and counter-tempo, until eventually they reached a limit… though not their own. They certainly tried to be as careful as they could (not that this meant much given what they were doing), but their size was too much for something like a simple apartment block to handle; a few seconds, after which the whole thing toppled over like a poorly-constructed Jenga tower, not only bringing its full weight onto the next building over, but Trish down with it as well!
She’d been leaning on the structure so much that she hadn’t even thought of maintaining her balance, ensuring that when the concrete crumbled, when the bricks turned to dust, and every wall and foundation was turned to rubble, those within the apartments were not consumed by the deafeningly loud collapse. Instead, they woke up some time later, after Trish and Don had moved onwards, stuck on some part of the Ninetales; some were lucky enough to be on her bust, while others had to make do with parts of her soft tum, or even her hair, entangled in weaves that seemed to flow forever in every direction. As for the vixen herself, however, this unfortunate mishap was very little besides a temporary setback, nothing more than a small hiccup in an otherwise flawless performance; indeed, as soon as the Arcanine pulled her back up, the first thing she did was throw herself at him, arms around his neck, the shift in weight causing Don to topple backwards and repeat the stunt with an unfortunate building that just happened to be behind him.
With a giggle, Trish took the turn of getting her lover back on their feet, before wordlessly pointing towards downtown. After all, they had successfully pulled off their plan; it just so happened that they were too big for regular buildings. Thus, why not try for bigger ones? There was no shortage of skyscrapers and other such immense structures to choose from, some of which might even be large enough to serve as their new bed! Neither of them were thinking of how they were still growing, how their proportions were still becoming ever more exaggerated; as far as they were concerned, they just had a horny idea and now had to go through with it, lest their rational sides start developing any weird notions about who was in charge. Best to surrender to their base desires, to their animalistic needs, to the allure of softening curves and hardening cocks, of bulging muscles and gargantuan milktanks.
Best to focus on what mattered, was what they were thinking when they once more embraced, falling upon the nearest street and nearly caving it in all the way down to the sewage pipes and water mains. They hadn’t forgotten about their goal… it was just that focusing on anything in particular that didn’t involve putting their bodies to immediate good use was somewhat harder than it used to be, hence why they went through multiple cycles before finally getting on their way: they’d get up, look towards the skyscrapers, remember what they were supposed to be, then promptly look at one another, forget everything, and spend a couple of minutes rolling around destroying even more of their surroundings, collecting an ever-increasing amounting of hangers-on as a result.
Those lucky few who were in more select and enjoyable sections of the giants’ bodies, rather than the more mundane bits, were barely even aware of the outside world anymore, with the stimulation provided by sheer proximity being enough to overwhelm their senses and make it impossible for them to consider any existence beyond the one they were experiencing at that moment. Maybe it would end, someday hopefully not soon; maybe they would be asked to leave their paradise once those inexplicable titans returned to normal, but it certainly wouldn’t be on that day, nor tomorrow, nor any time in which they could feasibly understand the scale at which it operated. They would have an eternity to bask in the glory, even if it was just five minutes, for that was just how those things went… wasn’t it?
If only Trish or Don were there to answer those questions, if only their minds had survived the transition into two rampaging sex monsters whose sole goal in life was to rut one another and use their Flash Fire mutations to absorb even more energy than before. The recurring cycle all-but guaranteed that, by the time they actually did reach the downtown area, both lovers were already far too large to use any of the buildings that they wanted to turn into impromptu walls or support structures; hell, Trish alone had a bust that could easily smother even the tallest of skyscrapers, making the prospect of giving one an impromptu titjob all the less enticing compared to the real thing, the one “skyscraper” that she had eyes for.
Then again, wasn’t that even better? They were bigger than their city! Looking down, they could see whole blocks vanishing underneath their paws, assuming of course they took the time to look around their egregiously oversized curves, which on their own cast a wide and almost oppressive shadow over most of the city center. Yet, perhaps “oppressive” wasn’t the right word, for it certainly wasn’t the one that most people thought of when looking up at either Don or Trish; “inviting” was more accurate, “alluring” even, for when any of the little ones down below dared look at the giant gods stepping around haphazardly in the middle of the metropolis, they weren’t thinking about destruction of property, or how much this would affect their bus routes come morning.
Rather, they were imagining what it would be like if they simply… offered themselves. If they looked up, raised their arms, and begged to be taken unto their embrace, that they may share in at least a fraction of the pleasure the two colossi were most certainly going through. And, to their credit, if Trish or Don had been remotely aware of their actions, they would’ve absolutely given their worshippers everything they wanted; after all, what was the point of experiencing such bliss if they couldn’t share it with everyone else? What did they stand to gain by hoarding the enjoyment, keeping it from those who deserved it just as much as themselves?
Unfortunately for all, there was very little left of the Ninetales or Arcanine in their bodies, which had by then been consumed almost completely by their primal urges and thus lacked the ability to do anything other than what their instincts told them to do; fortunately for all, this also meant they offered no opposition or resistance when the first of the climbers tried their chance, which itself led to a whole wave of chancers who sought to find out if they had what it took to reach their mythical paradise, just there for them to take. As both lovers joined together in loving matrimony yet again, as their arms wrapped around their forms and their lips locked about as heavily as their legs, as they found in one another perfection incarnate, the city around them ceased to matter… or, indeed, be.
There would be little left once they were done; in between the mindless thrashing, the rolling about, the absorption of heat via Flash Fire resulting in either yet more mass, additional disproportion, or even a boost to the already-absurd amounts of spunk and milk flowing in equal measure, there was little that could save the urban jungle from being flooded, smashed to pieces, flattened, then flooded again for good measure. Yet, with none dying to the rampage, and instead being whisked away to this new heaven for them to live through for all of their relative eternity, none were willing to stop Don or Trish; why should they, when they could welcome their new gods, seeing in them the means to a life of perpetual joy?
Lucky for them, said gods were too busy descending into the pits of mindless self-indulgence to really worry about anything other than one another, allowing their divine nature to truly shine in that, no matter how much damage they did to their surroundings, the people always turned out fine. The universe truly had blessed them, though not nearly as much as they had blessed one another; for they knew, in the last vestige of sanity they still retained, that none of this would’ve been possible if not for the explosive combination of both their unique conditions, that none of it would’ve happened if not for them loving one another on such a deep, spiritual level that even the cosmos at large had to agree, giving them exactly what they wanted, exactly what they needed, exactly what they deserved. And now, thanks purely to their motivation being as selfless as their adoration for one another, they were about to share that with everyone who ever had the courage to simply… ask for it. It was as it should be. As it would be.
Forever lasting. | STORY |
(MtFtH TF Horse, Pregnancy)
Michail was living on a ranch with his girlfriend Andrea, who is a horse breeder, their relationship was going well. It was early spring so the horses were spending more time outside now, and Michail had been around them enough that Andrea trusted him to look after them while she went into town to be with her friends more- something she could rarely do without someone to tend the horses for her in the meantime. What Michail did not mention to her though is he missed trading places in the bedroom. Michail was bisexual, and while the sex with Andrea was fine, he also wished he could be the bottom sometimes. He couldn't bring himself to ask her if she could wear a strap on. Which to be fair, was entirely his own fault for not asking. The other problem was how he had mentioned how seeing the horses having a good time turned him on. Andrea agreed, but in a way that told him she still felt differently. He was literally jealous of the horses. The mares getting slammed by a powerful huge stallion, and the studs getting to ram their giant cocks into those big muscular rumps. Horses were good looking animals, and now Michail was on a ranch full of horses who make their living having sex. He always liked horses, but when he came to the ranch and actually started to live next to them it became a bit of an obsession. Since Andrea was spending more time with her friends in the city thanks to him, he started to hatch a plan.
Michail gathered some simple transformative magic trinkets and kept them hidden from Andrea. The simple magic kit allowed a person to mark something as a secondary form to transform into. So say you touched it to a dog- the crystal would then be able to turn you back and forth to the exact form of the dog you touched, three times before it ran out of power and crumbled. For legal reasons, the crystal was already prescripted to be unusable on humans- identity theft was not one of its intended purposes. Michail planned to touch the crystal to one of the mares, giving him their form which would then let him attract one of the stallions to ride! Theoretically he could just lure a stud to mount him using a vial of mare pheromones, but as a normal human he was just as likely to have his guts rammed out his throat as he was to successfully have sex. These were not lithe race horses, they are titanic work horses. The kind you strap a sled to, to let them drag 12 fully grown adults around on solo. The bigger and less flexible the animal, the bigger its bits need to be. Michail found the perfect chance when Andrea asked if it would be ok if she went with her friend out of town to visit her relatives and he absolutely agreed. Because she was gone overnight, Michail bolstered his nerve with a few stiff drinks and used the crystal on a mare. He was too drunk to even remember which mare he chose, but when he used it the crystal's form made a high pitched grinding sound and several bits shattered off and crumbled away, quickly turning it into a mini crystal horse totem. Some people keep multiple crystals, so they need to change their shape at least a bit so you don't mix them up.
Because Michail was drunk his memories of the night were a blur, remembering mostly just feelings. His crotch and taint felt like they were being drawn in, his ass cheeks and thigh muscles ballooning out. His hands and feet hardening as his legs and arms grew longer and stronger. The stallion ended up mounting him before he had fully transformed- but at least his hips were mostly horse at the time. Every thrust felt like it was stuffing his torso bigger and rounder. The horse sounds escaped his mouth in bursts like a sneeze you can't hold back, and caused his neck and face to stretch out more with each sound. He woke up the next morning, confused and hungover. He was... on the grass? But naked? He went to get up and realised he could not open his hand. He quickly seen it was a hoof and hazily remembered what he did the night before now! She stood up awkwardly, still not used to horse limbs and looked around for the totem. If she dropped it just anywhere a horse could step on it and then she would be trapped in the body of a horse! Michail quickly spotted it in a taller grass patch and trotted over to it. A horse's eyes are very good at tracking back and forth- that is why their pupils are horizontal. That way a horse can still see and focus on things even when running very quickly. Michail tapped the totem with her hoof and fell on his face as a human man again. His horse form exploded into colored mist, and since the limbs are so much shorter he slammed down onto the ground. He picked up the totem and scurried back to the house, since he was naked in the field and had no idea what time it was, and Andrea was coming home today. While the booze helped him get on with it, Michail was regretting drinking so much because his memory of it was so foggy, but he remembered enough to know it was amazing.
Andrea remained in the dark that it had ever happened, and Michail was satisfied with his right good pounding to not feel the need again, at least for a while. He was tempted to go again sober, and he did still have two round trips thanks to the totem. It was hard finding a time that was right though- Andrea did not go out that long very often at all, and it would seem weird for him to actively try to get rid of her for a day or more. The other thing is he wanted to at least try to spread it out. The crystal could only be used twice more, and they were pretty expensive, it wasn't like he could just grab a new one whenever he felt like it- he would be broke real fast. After two weeks it was the lack of an opening alone that prevented him- the temptation was very strong. He found himself spacing out every now and then looking at a stallion flagging a mare. The huge mottled pillar of hot throbbing meat dangling under him like a pendulum. The flared mushroom head and the projected urethral opening like an open hand offering a dollop of pre. Because he was always facing the horses when he spaced out, Andrea and Michail himself never noticed his pupils stretch horizontally when it happens, then snap back to circular when his attention returned. When they originally got together, their taste in food would sometimes clash because Andrea always tried to eat healthier, and Michail was big on meat and heartier dishes. Now though he quickly seemed to be converting, taking a lot less meat. When Andrea questioned it, he just said he felt like eating healthier- blaming her dishes for inticing him. After two months though he started to eat a ton. He said that the vegetarian meal was not as filling even though it was delicious. While that was true, the ammount he was eating was still a bit much. His stomach even started to round out a bit. On an all vegetarian diet, that was impressive.
By late spring he was really spacing out often. One day Michail went into the barn to wash one of the stallions down. The hand that held the brush continually fell idle, while the other hand that was only meant to steady him against the horse wandered. Feeling the huge, wide contours of the stud's muscles and the heat from his body. And... the musk. Before reaching his underside with the suds, Michail bent over, breathing heavily the scent from the stallion's body. His hand wandered to the soft black sheath. He did have to check it and clean it as well- since this was a breeding stud there was many more chances of something getting caught in his sheath and potentially causing harm. He gently poked the plush skin of the opening and sunk his hand in a bit. Michail felt his body start to lean farther in on its own- not realising his legs were actually getting longer, forcing him farther forward. It was not till he heard the cracks and snaps of the bones in his feet that he realised something was wrong! The bones compacted and his toenails united and grew gargantuan blackening to hooves in his shoes, causing the ends to burst open from lack of space. His leg structure changed to that of a horse, adding extra length between ankle and hoof, forcing his legs apart to prevent rolling over forward, which caused him to stumble off the stepping stood he had been using. Michail caught his balance again, looking to the right to be face-to-face with the sheath, having stumbled under the stallion. With what little resistance and urgency he had, he tried to stand up but his head only pressed onto the hot veiny underside of the horse and immediately broke the resistance. The sheath was fatter now, the head of the delicious cock already peeking out from the touching.
Michail reached forward in a daze and cupped the huge black balls gently from below, bringing his face closer to the emerging dick. The muscles locked up in his thighs, ass, and lower back causing Michail to squirm in discomfort and momentarily snap out of it.
"Uh oh... not good. What... is happening?"
He looked at his too big legs straining his jeans, and the hooves sticking out the ends of his broken shoes. How was this happening? He had not touched the totem in around two and a half months! Did Andrea find it and activate it? He very much doubted it, but then how? He groaned as his pants became painfully tight. The waist was yanked down and off him from his hips trying to get wider, allowing his growing tailbone room to breath as it started to grow hairs. Michail felt a pleasure pulse in his junk like last time, but only one. It felt like an orgasm but started on the surface, on both cock and balls, and surged inward, causing it all to shrink along with it. But since there was only one pulse, is only shrank a little. Jeans are not easily broken, so he was grunting hard and clawing at them desperately as the seams started to groan and yank apart. They were already far too tight to take off- breaking out of them was the only way to remove them.
"Huh... oooh, whyyyaah! Hrrrr... hrreieieigh! Eieigh!"
He blurted out a loud neigh and his lower half gave a powerful surge, exploding the pants off in one go! The muscles tightened and bulged, flexing on their own as his thighs and butt ballooned massively! His lower half was getting so large it was forcing him to bend completely over against the underside of the stud. When he staggered out from under him, Michail felt the cock slide off his shoulder- it had extended out to rest over his right shoulder while he was under there. He glanced at it for that reason but then his conscious thoughts started to fade a bit again. His genitals pulsed, causing him to let out a breathy humanoid nicker as his junk shrank a bit more. His ass was already gigantic with muscle, stretching so far out that it forced his hips to make loud muffled pops and expand with it. His anus already a large puffy ring. Drool was building in Michail's mouth looking at the erecting cock, now fully emerged. He wanted it so bad, but Andrea could walk in on them potentially! Oooh, but his now huge anus felt... hungry. It was so empty and needed filling. But he wasn't supposed to be changing in the first place! There was another pulse and his penis shrank again, causing him to wobble a bit as he tried to turn and leave- hoping getting away from the stud's delicious smell would stop this.
The moment his puffy anus turned to the stallion he snorted loudly, spun on his rear hooves and his front legs landed on either side of Michail- freezing him in fear of being trampled. The stud thrust forward a few times quickly, prodding Michail's muscular rump for a suitable opening and when it bumped his anus, the stud quickly stepped forward and rammed in! Michail had to gasp for air a moment later because the initial thrust was so huge inside of him that it kicked the air out of his lungs! The cock was giant, but so was Michail's ass now! He had to quickly scramble to brace himself on the edge of one of the pens as the stallion only had one speed- full thrust. It was so huge... too huge. It hurt, but it felt so good. It hurt sooo good. Michail's head was so hot, it started to ache from the blood pressure. When he heard the soft quiet cracks of his skull he noticed his forehead actually get longer, slanting his entire face farther out a bit. His nostrils were getting bigger, he could take even deeper breaths of the studs smell. He could smell his musky black balls from behind him. Two more surges of pleasure and Michail's penis and balls shrank more. He had to stop! He tried his best to concentrate on human thoughts, what he should look like instead of what he was turning into. Every slam of the giant cock behind him broke his concentration utterly, causing his train of thought to never get very far. Luckily- horses are not known for their sexual stamina. At all. Not even a little. They do not last very long, and the stallion stuffed Michail full of what felt like heavy glue, before quickly dismounting.
Michail rushed to the bathroom- he was so full it hurt to bend his torso. The spell did nothing to the massive amount of horse semen inside his intestines- and now that they were human again, it overfilled him greatly, and he had to get it out. Then there was the matter of explaining to Andrea why his clothes were annihilated. He managed to convince her his jeans caught on a nail and tripped him, causing them to rip fully away, but she did cock her eyebrow when he tried to pass it off as if his shoes were already pretty badly worn out and just got like that from wear and tear. She did not see why he would lie about it so she took his answer anyway. Michail was nervous for a while though- paranoid he would start changing again. The totem had not done it, which means whatever did, could still be out there.
A month went by and Michail distanced himself from the situation enough to forget his worry, he seemed safe again. He was getting quite a gut going now, but he was also eating a ton so that was his own fault. After another month he started to fantasize about the stud again. The first time he was drunk, the second time in a bit of a panic, but both times were still awesome. He felt a bit hollowed out after having the stud's meat battering ram inside of him, but it felt too good during the fact to care about that. After another month Andrea was cutting him off, giving him only normal sized portions. His gut was huge now and its weight was making him slow. He was hornier than usual as well, and kept spacing out staring at the horses. Even though he was horny, he was having trouble getting it up for Andrea, and because of his huge gut it was a bit overshadowed. What they did not realise is it was actually quite a bit smaller, and weaker.
One day Michail could not stand it anymore. He could not find the right opening to use his totem, so while Andrea was busy rearranging the basement and sorting things to get rid of, Michail went out to the barn to find the horniest stud there and suck him off! He had butterflies in his stomach as he charged in, looking straight to the groin of all studs present. Sure enough found one whose dick was peeking and immediately opened the pen. Michail's stomach squirmed as he grabbed the cock in his mouth, gently sucking the head and coaxing the rest of the shaft with his hands till it was fully erect and he began pistoning his head on it. From the corners of his eye he could see the studs on either side were getting erect at the sight. They would be next! It came pretty quickly and Michail swallowed it all gladly, burping after and chuckling at his cum-scented breath. He practically stumbled to the next stall and started sucking on the next one right away. His penis and balls surged in pleasure, and shrank a bit more. His gut felt tight. The second horse blasted cum down his throat as well and his stomach started to visibly get bigger! Michail felt a small kick, and his eyes went wide as he fell back off of the softening cock.
Oh no. That was why the totem wasn't working properly! The first time Michail took a stallion, he was fully a mare. He got pregnant! The totem can't undo a fertilized egg, because that wasn't part of the transformation! But to have an egg he needs female parts, and to have a horse embryo, he has to be a horse. So his body and the magic were struggling against each other. The totem tried to turn him back but his pregnancy could not be undone, so horse slowly leeched back into him! Michail got to his feet, struggling a bit now that his stomach was even bigger and heavier. He felt a wave of change rippling in his body as it moved up, and the feeling got stronger as it went. In a surge down his arms, they got longer and the growth forced his fingers all together, fusing them at the bases and locking his hand in that position. His biceps grew larger and he unintentionally reared his head and let out a nicker! He had to hurry! He hustled back to the house and got through the front door before staggering and falling onto the dining room table as his legs got longer! His thighs bulked up with muscle and when he went to push himself up off the table his hands fused worse and his nails started to darken and bulk up into a pseudo hoof. Andrea looked up quizzically from downstairs hearing the movement upstairs but shrugged it off, since she had plenty of sorting to do still. Michail made his way upstairs awkwardly, leaning on the arm railing, but unable to actually grip it. He reached the bedroom and his body convulsed a bit, a precursor to another wave of changes. He moaned as a pleasure pulse caught him off guard and his genitals shrank again, now his balls had vacated the scrotum leaving it a small patch of loose skin only- his penis far too small to be functional, and even the urethra was so underdeveloped he wouldn't be able to urinate properly in this state. He bent over to get the hidden box containing the kit in the closet but as soon as he tried to bend over his spine grew much thicker and a bit longer, causing him to fall completely over onto all fours. He grunted in pain- his arms and legs were not far enough long to properly take the weight, hurting his wrists and ankles from the impact. He took out the totem, having to basically knock the box back and forth till what he needed fell out. It only had one revert charge left on it, and it was activated by his will, so if his will was extra insistent maybe he will change totally back and stay back. It did not undo the pregnancy because that wasn't part of the transformation initially- but it also wasn't part of the default form its supposed to reset him to.
He touched the totem and held his pseudo hoof there- knowing the final reversion charge would vanish the moment he lets go. He focussed hard on the pregnancy and how it clearly was incorrect since he is male. He felt the magic pass through him, the changes to his body becoming saturated in mana, making them more ethereal and ready to sluff off. The magic passed back up and swirled a bit in his stomach, and his heart jumped. Wait, was it an embryo, or a fetus? How long had he been pregnant for now? A horse's gestation is nearly a full year, though. She didn't want to harm anything, especially her own little... wait, he. He is a male, even though his mate is... wait no the horse, the horse that is his... mate... no, job. It is his job to look after the horses and breed them. It is her job to breed and make more happy little horsies! He started to teeter in place, his body audibly groaning as the spell struggled to understand what he wanted. It also struggled to figure out what he was. The transformation spell was obvious, but the reversion spell did not etch what you were in the crystal, it just removes what it previously did. None of these changes were the previous spell, just a side effect of it. So the crystal was being told to turn him back to normal, and given this miss-match amalgam that doesn't biologically make sense. His thoughts got a surge of equine influence as a result of the crystal's first directive. Get rid of the pregnancy- the equine thoughts in his head now are a by-product of his mind absorbing the unborn. The crystal wasn't discarding the unborn horse, it was absorbing it into him to make them one and the same! He grunted and braced himself on all fours as his hooves started to develop further, finally becoming proper and his torso filled with pressure, trying to grow longer even as he tried to fight against it mentally. His mind kept flashing back to the other times he used the totem, and that got him thinking about the fun with the horses, and how he wanted to be a good mare and give them more young. The flash from the totem snapped him back to his senses momentarily. What happened, why did it flash? His heart tightened in dread as he realized he unintentionally used up one of the transformation charges! He told it to make him into a horse! But he was already struggling against a horse transformation! It can't make him two horses... can it? He felt a massive surge in his gut as if to answer his questions as the unborn started to grow tremendously in his misplaced womb! But its consciousness was still in his mind... it was partially merged into his body, so even if it developed how would it divide? Michail let go of the totem and placed a hoof right back on it in a panic, trying to undo the change and the totem flashed again. The totem then exploded into shimmering dust against the floor. FUCK. He only just now remembered there was no reversion charges left... he activated another transformation! He had THREE horse transformation spells on him at the same time!!
Michail bent over in exertion, trying to resist the changes but it was like trying to shield yourself from a tornado with an umbrella. His stomach grew gigantic quickly, which then forced pressure on his hips that popped and expanded massively. That set off the muscle growth, giving him huge firm butt cheeks and thighs. His back legs grew first, causing him to angle himself farther and farther forward because his front legs were so comparatively short. His empty scrotum split as a vaginal passage connected to it, and remade the scrotum into the inner labia of a new vulva- the womb finally actually connected to something and wasn't free floating in his gut. Or, HER gut- it was hard to argue she was male now with a functioning vagina. Technically she still had a penis, but it was absolutely miniscule now and the scrunched up skin was equalizing between the inner labia and what would be the clitoral hood soon. The muscle bulk shifted up following the spine, expanding her back tremendously. Her rib bones vibrated a moment and two by two; cracked, expanded, and re-set. Her labia turned black as what used to be her penis throbbed into a huge clit. No sooner had the vulva finished forming than the gigantic and still growing contents of her womb start shoving its way down, causing her to groan in pain as she was stretched out. Her long tail bone flicked back and forth in agitation and with each change of direction the hair on it grew longer. As the giant object moved down it immediately became clear there was no possible way it could fit out. But when it should have stopped, her eyes went wide and her hips went wider- the hip bone snapped in half and both segments drifted off from the spine entirely! All the strength left her back legs and she was forced to do the splits- impressive given they are horse legs. The legs were no longer attached to the rest of the solid structure of her body, so while she could move them, she couldn't put any weight on them.
He let out a happy nicker in automatic response to the pleasurable warm pressure on his halfway point, and ducked his head down to look between the legs. He was growing a horse udder- between the first set of back legs. Was he still female? He had no idea anymore. He was mostly covered in fur before he knew it- horse hide is so fine it barely felt like anything when it grew in. Michail looked down and nudged the pile of crystal dust on the floor with his front hoof. Was there nothing he could do? He made a few awkward half-human half-horse sounds as his neck convulsed, the growth was pulsing toward his head.
"Have... to re- reheieieisist. Has to be... some waiiheieih to... go back... magic... neeeieieigh! More h-horse?" The veins in his neck bulged and his spine started to pop and grow longer, dragging his neck with it. "Mur heeeieieirse. Muuuhr! Neeeihehid murh!"
His ears grew to leaf shapes and migrated up on the new muscle that would allow them to pivot. He slowly forced himself up with his buckled front legs and finally the muscle flexing of trying to lift his front half caused them to grow longer and more muscular to finally balance them with the other two sets. Just as he tried to get his train of thought back, it was shattered by an explosive pleasure firing through his body from his rump! He instinctively thrust his body back, and it managed to unintentionally line up with the bed post, which caused another pleasure spike. The second spike also incited muscle growth, and his entire body groaned and stretched larger- larger than even the work horses here. There was a third transformation spell to account for after all, he was still only two horses strong. The pleasure explosions was a new pussy opening up to the world- its already winking clit popping out as it opened up behind his large balls. He was now a hermaphrodite- two full separate sets of genitals. Because of how their genitals are positioned on their torso, there was enough room for both sets without overlapping.
"Muuurh hrrrs. Mihails trr mrr hrrs! Hrn't... feiheieight rrt..." There was so little human left; his humanity was drowning in a swelling ocean of horse.
His neck grew gigantically and his already extremely long hair continued down its length into a ludicrously long mane. His face pushed out, nostrils first, then his growing teeth forced his jaw to try and keep pace. His efforts to stop or even slow the transformation had so very little impact, he could not will himself to continue trying. There was just no point, and most of it felt good. Resisting was hard, being more horse felt good- not that he had any alternatives, but the choice was still clear. His body still bulged and squirmed a bit with growth, but more than completely horse, Michail started to move toward the stairs. It was hard getting down, but at least his weight was anchored between three sets of legs. The stairs creaked angrily at his immense weight, ready to snap. When he got to the bottom of the stairs his shoulder muscles bulged obscenely and his legs locked up. He struggled to move his front legs and they both move and did not move at the same time- splitting in half he put two NEW front legs forward while the old ones remained where they were. When the front, front legs were put down he leaned forward and concentrated on moving the others; the shoulder joints popped loudly and moved back slightly, sitting into two new sockets, and creating a slight space between the two sets of front legs. He now had eight legs total- the front four sort of clustered together. He got to the front door, put his head through and rammed both shoulders into the door frame. He was so huge and muscular his neck alone was almost as wide as the front door. Determined to get to the other horses to have more fun, he completely disregarded the house he used to live in and shoved forward, ripping the door completely off and demolishing the wall around it! Once the warm sun tickled his fresh horse hide his muscles bulged a bit bigger still, more so toward the front of his long body. His cock bobbed below him and grew in both length and width to the point the pillar of black and pink meat extended to touch the mid-point on his body! It was so long the head was just barely able to touch the back of his udder- which was also mottled, one teat was pink. Given the proportions- two of the horse transformations were male, one was female, because his udder was almost normal sized while his dick was tremendous. He noted the udder was swollen full though- the strange pseudo pregnancy still induced lactation. The very back legs bowed a bit and lost strength as the final change set in- his balls shared the increased mass with the cock, swelling gigantically till each was about the size of a soccer ball.
Michail looked around. His mouth watered at the prospect of continuing to milk the stallions till he had sucked off every stud on the ranch. But his eyes settled on the mares prancing around in the sun. He already took studs before. He was once again bisexual, it was time to feel the insides of a mare!
If nothing else, you can say that Michail takes his work as a horse breeder seriously. He personally breeds all of the horses. He mounts all of the mares and gets mounted by all the stallions. Sometimes he does both at the same time. It took Andrea a while to put together what happened to her vanished boyfriend, and where the eight legged horse came from. Yea, if she reported this she could have a special made human transformation crystal sent to her to try and fix Michail. But on the other hand, he sort of ripped off the entire front of her house. You do not look a gift horse in the mouth and he single handedly knocked up every mare on the ranch with potential super-horse babies. Andrea figured she would let him continue his fun as a triple horse for a while yet. Y'know, to pay off the repairs to the house. He is a hard worker at least, really married to his work, that one. | STORY |
In the banquette hall of castle Greivanhal, Occult slammed his drink down. "I got it! The ring again!"
Both Lizabeth and Arcane looked at him but only Arcane spoke up. "What are you talking about? No one said anything and you blurt out about a ring?"
"Remember Len, and Lin? Crazy lady I made happy by giving her an attribute theft ring. YOU called it a failure."
Arcane tapped her fingers on the table annoyed. "She destroyed an entire city block."
Occult just shrugged. "You never said damage control was part of the conditions in the first place. Anyway, was thinking of a kid I was going to help. Trying to think of a convoluted plan that would seem evil at first but then turn out good for everyone- but then it hit me! The flavor of this meat is delicious, and after it hit me, I got an idea. Why not just give him another attribute stealing ring? What better way to redeem my last attempt than to do the exact same thing while expecting a different result?"
"I won't even let you leave the castle with that damned thing."
Liz stood up from her seat and picked up her black horn staff. "I will go instead. I wrapped up all the business I had on the go so far anyway."
Occult huffed, crossing his arms. "Whatever. But you have to use a ring, then we'll see how easy it is to manage."
Liz nodded. "Then show me the spell to make one"
Lizabeth never turned down the chance to learn a new magic, but even besides that she had to be very careful with Occult. The seal on the land beyond dreams that cut Greivanhal off from the rest of reality was sizzling out and needed to be renewed immediately. If Occult left the castle now there is a chance too much of his essence could get back into the real world for the seal to be refreshed.
Liz's target now is a young man named Bernard, who was having a hell of a time understanding women. Bernard had neatly combed back mid length pale brown hair and olive eyes- a tall and leanly muscled young man. He stared closely at his bathroom mirror, seeing a tiny pin-pick of light coming from the middle. He touched it cautiously and the mirror rippled violently like the surface of water. When it calmed he was looking at Liz's hooded face instead of his own. He jumped back with a shout of surprise and Lizabeth quickly started to pass through the mirror to hush him.
"It is OK, I know- weird person coming through my mirror..."
"Are you that magical entity thing the news has been reporting about lately? That like...grants wishes?"
"Uuuuhm...yes? I wouldn't say he grants wishes exactly, and there is more than one. But for the sake of simplicity, yes I am."
"OK...well...can I wish for-"
"I sensed you have problems with girls? I mean you are not ugly by any stretch of the imagination so...what is your trouble with them?" By now Liz was fully out of the mirror and standing in front of Bernard.
"W-well...I uh, it is several things. My family is pretty well off you see, and I have high functioning asperger so I have a harder time understanding people sometimes. But to make use of my focussed attention they sent me to a real high end school. I just graduated this spring but...it was an all-boys academy. So even though I am 24..."
"But...don't girls get offended easily? And things that are considered manly disgust them but...other things are attractive? Like a man with an expensive car is attractive, but talk about the car is lost on them...I guess that is about money and status?"
Bernard thought long and hard on that before speaking again. "What about physically though? Even underwear they have to take measurements and stuff, and watch out for back pain...all men have to do is pick boxers or briefs, grab it off the shelf and there done."
Lizabeth smiled, telling him to wait a moment. She flipped her staff upside down and leaned it against the sink, using the now upward point to stab the palm of her right hand. In her human form the wound looked painful but since this was not her real form it was insignificant to her. Her dark blood divided itself into two parts, the dark base hardened into a ring of blood iron, while the plasma divided and hardened into a clear oval crystal on the front of her blood-forged ring. Like the one Occult forged a while back, this ring allowed the wearer to syphon traits from...anything. The target didn't need to even be alive, you could steal the stiffness out of the ground you stand on. The target didn't even need to be a tangible thing, you could steal time, space, or even memories and ideas.
She misjudged his size, but he managed to fit the ring on his thumb. She told him to remove his shirt as she tapped a finger on the empty mirror behind her. It rippled and shifted to display a woman sleeping mostly on a couch. She wore a construction worker's attire and half her limbs were draped off the couch. She passed out after coming home from work, her back killing her from her very large bosom. Lizabeth selected her for that exact reason- she was going to sleep a bit more soundly because she told Bernard to borrow her bust.
With a magical glint from the ring's gem the process began. Bernard went to cover his nipples when they felt odd but stopped himself realising how silly that would be when the only company he had was an otherworldly being that had assuredly seen far more than he had to hide. Male and female nipples were not too different, especially since his in particular were devoid of hair already, but the female version had much fewer pain receptors. As he touched them it almost felt like they were going numb but only partially- the pleasure receptors were all still alive and well, allowing him to manipulate them much more aggressively without hurting himself. This gave them the illusion of being more flexible when it had actually remained unchanged. The bumps on his areola smoothed out and the whole area puffed up a bit. The coloration lightened to match his pale brown hair, and the nipples themselves popped far out, much larger. At first he blushed a little thinking his manipulations erected them but that was only half true- the growth would have forced them erect regardless. Unseen below the woman's clothing her nipples became erect and then regressed into a dormant state as it was transferred to Bernard. Her breasts seemed to firm up, before shrinking a bit and then slowly flattening down to her chest. Bernard's flesh grew soft and malible around the areola before puffing up. They rounded as more fat squeezed in, and he gently moved his chest side to side to feel them gently tug on him. As they fattened up the bottoms started to fold over to his chest causing them to take on a more tear-shape. It was not all forward though- breast tissue continued even to under the arms so they rounded out to the sides as well. By the time they stopped the weight was apparent but not uncomfortable at all, in fact he enjoyed it as he jostled them around and felt the springy ripples in the fat spheres. The woman in the reflection now no longer fit her top with a flat chest.
Bernard grabbed them both in his hands and his fingers sunk into the flesh pillows. "Holy shit! I know there supposed to be soft but...wow. So springy too, like the softest rubber."
Liz smiled and gave a firm tap to the top slope of her own breast and made it spring up. "You can make em jump if you press in up here. They are inherently very, very soft. Springy...well...depends on the woman, and how she treats them. Boobs are a responsibility, you have to wear a bra so you don't stretch out the tendon that holds them up when you bounce around. Wearing too tight of a bra can increase the chances of getting breast cancer though. And wearing a bra too often will cause the muscle tissue to atrophy, which causes them to lose their form. Then the whole issue of back pains..."
Bernard cupped his breasts to feel their weight in his palms. "So wear a bra too much they they become too soft and lose their shape, too little and they droop? They aren't super heavy though. I mean these are big tits and the weight is...comfy."
"You've only had them for like two minutes. Their weight is decidedly forward, on the upper part of the body- this tilts off the entire center of balance permanently. Even if it's just a tiny bit of weight, your body has to counter it at all times. You can't get rid of it- with a bra you can shift it but it will always be there. If you held a tiny weight in your hand it would be easy to lift but if you could never put that weight down again, it would wear on you. Plus, you are already pretty fit, so your lower back muscles can probably handle those easy. I once encountered a woman who seemed to have an absolute understanding of breasts. They are beautiful on many levels, fun, and pleasurable. But, also a handful...no pun intended."
Bernard fondled his new assets for some time, before asking about a woman's other unique place. The answer was simple but he sheepishly covered the bulge in his groin, saying he couldn't bring himself to part with his own bits, even temporarily. Lizabeth sighed, trying to convince him it was fine but decided to take a different option. She didn't want to have Occult step in if there was too much of a debate. She tapped the mirror once again changing the reflection to a woman hastily discarding clothing in a dark room. The solution was for Bernard to swap spaces with her, causing her to mentally occupy his body, and him to take her body. Not the ideal situation but good enough. The hardest part would be grabbing the ring off Bernard's finger after the swap, so the woman didn't get power over it using his body.
Bernard didn't even notice it happened at first because it took less time than it did to blink. He looked around quickly at first, bumping a leg against the plush bedding causing him to tumble down on it. The lights were off which didn't help, but since he now had the woman's eyes instead of his, they were already adjusted to the dark. He had little interest in his location but still took in the surroundings so he felt a little less lost. His new body was almost entirely nude except for underwear and a single sock she was in the process of removing. He brought up the leg to pull the sock off, and marveled at the shape of the leg. The smooth but also well defined calves. The shaven skin shimmered in what little light remained in the room and was so smooth to the touch, and so taught! Bernard was tracing his delicate narrow female fingers up the smooth contours of the legs when he jumped back a bit from a radiant pleasure that found its way back into his chest!
Lizabeth's form coalesced from the darkness and flicked the blood ring over to Bernard again. "Hmm, that is an interesting effect. When you switched bodies the traits you already took followed you, they did not remain on your old body- the ring recognises your soul as the true self. You had no boobs before, but this body has C cups to start with...which means those E cups you took are going to be added on top of those Cs."
Bernard's breathing became shallow and quick at the feelings. It was much more pleasure in the change since they were true breasts before the alteration even hit. "C is three cup sizes in...so...H cup!?"
Liz let out a quick laugh unintentionally before explaining. "Yea that's...not even remotely how bras work. Cup size is determined based on projection from the chest, basically. The accompanying number is the distance around the entire chest in inches, which is the strap. Simple enough? Well here is a curve ball- double letters are larger than singles. DD is basically the same as E, and DDD for the few locations that actually acknowledge it as a valid size, is bigger than E...quite a lot bigger. And just in case you are able to wrap your head around that still- we don't know what country this woman is in...bra sizes are wildly different in different locations. A Japanese G cup is our D. Let's just call these 'real big'. That is pretty universal."
Bernard couldn't help but let out a few moans as the breasts swelled up fatter, but remained as taught as their smaller forms. His own moans only made it even more arousing since he had the woman's voice instead of his own due to their vocal cords switching as well. As he squirmed from the sensation half sunk in the plush cool bedding, his jiggly mountains wobbled back and forth on his chest. By the time they stopped growing they were the size of mid sized medicine balls! Their weight pinned him down into the soft sheets of the bed, and while he had the strength even in the woman's body to still get up, it was far too comfy for his willpower. They were big enough to rest weight of their sides on his arms, like they were trying to pin them down, and he remained still under them for some time, enjoying that kinky little fantasy.
After a time of just being still and catching his breath, watching the huge breasts rise and fall with each- Bernard told Liz to ready a small mirror to grab other traits. The ring had unlimited ability, so even if this had been enough for Bernard, why would he stop? Might as well truly flex the rings capabilities and see how perfect a result it could achieve. He found an arrogant 'cam-whore' wringing money out of awe struck virgins, and watched as her lips deflated, thinning to the point of being odd looking even if they were male lips. If she had not had a generous coat of lipstick on her audience would have seen their color pale away as well. Bernard's however were already nice lips, and now turned a permanent flushed red and swelled up into a territory reserved only for porn stars. Checking to see Liz wasn't looking, he even sucked on one of his delicate female fingers to see those lips wrapping around something long and stiff.
He brought a beanstalk of a girl to the height of her peers, pausing their teasing. He reigned in the extreme curve of a pear-shaped woman, and took the huge round bubble butt of a stripper for a flat ass that wasn't winning her any tips that night. He even summoned several reflections of breasts up close to be able to sculpt a perfect nipple. Not even finding a woman with the hair he had in mind, he ended up taking the bounce, shimmer, and length from no less than a dozen women to add to his form. The already shapely legs became almost abnormally long, making him very tall as he stepped and twirled for his own amusement in a full body closet mirror. The thighs fattened up but remained encased in the taught skin and musculature that was already there, making them firm and bouncy in spite of their rotund size. Bernard bent over as the butt cheeks grew, and ended up buckling completely at the sensation, braced against the edge of the bed. Impossibly big and round, but also so very smooth and firm. You could bounce a coin off those ass cheeks! The inner curvature of the thick thighs and round ass created a perfect diamond shaped window to the lower curve of his pussy, but Bernard didn't want to alter that...yet. He sunk his chin into the blankets still on the edge of the bed with his ass in the mirror as the tingling feeling swept over his scalp. His hair became a glossy vibrant red-brown and spin itself into huge ringlets as it grew. It kept growing though, making larger and larger spirals till the weight alone made curling impossible and it turned to violent and wild waves, pooling across the bed all around him. When it stopped growing it was like a huge voluminous five and a half foot blanket of vibrant youthful hair.
Bernard's thoughts were swimming as he giggled and moaned softly. "So...tight and smooth...soft and bouncy! It feels so good to...just to EXIST like this!"
Liz shrugged. "Yea, well, keep in mind those women you borrowed from didn't have the option to pick and choose what they got. Maybe some are born with it, but-"
"Maybe its Maybelline."
Lizabeth paused a moment before smacking him on the head. "This is the cream of the crop, to get a body like this is damned near impossible, through genetics or effort. Why don't you take that pleasure mound for a spin?"
Bernard blushed. "I don't know how to...well y'know."
Lizabeth chuckled and opened the woman's undergarment drawer to reveal a realistic rubber dildo. "Start with basic penetration and experiment from there. We are here to learn, right? I am sure you can master 'in and out' easy enough."
Bernard felt weird touching the toy, he was completely straight, but he also wanted to feel these lady bits. From the lower side corner of the bed he could both sit on the bed and face the closet mirror. He spread the exquisite legs he has sculpted with the ring and gently poked at the plush nether lips. The pubic hairs were all neatly trimmed and shaven back into a triangle above, which was good for centering the feeling of the pussy alone. It felt moist enough so he went to go in but encountered a few problems. Straight away, the moisture that was there isn't automatically distributed evently, so it wouldn't go completely in easily in one go no matter what. Secondly, he would have missed anyway- he centered the toy, and the passage isn't centered, at all. Plump soft rubbery labia aside, the urethra was centered on the upper portion and he definitely did not want to try and push anything into that, ever. The flesh between is soft enough that he technically could have just pushed forward and the toy would have sloped down to find the proper place but that isn't exactly the best approach. The actual passage was much farther down than he expected. It contracted with pulses of pleasure not unlike the stiffening throbs of a penis, but because of the muscle ribbing the tunnel, it grabbed and pulled inward anything inside like it was...hungry. He used his other hand to manipulate the clit but paused immediately, flinching at the sensation. It was much too sensitive to be touched directly! It was like trying to masturbate a dick that was already pumped raw. Rubbing it through its little hoodie of skin however felt very good, but still a bit too intense. Like getting into cold water to escape heat, as nice as it may be, getting in isn't easy because of the steep contrast. He found the best rythem using his right hand to move the toy in and out while letting the palm of the hand pat the clit on the way in. Those feelings coupled with that of his huge breasts jostling around wildly from his arm movements set him off after not too long, and he felt his first female orgasm! The muscles of his lower body spasmed and went numb with tingling waves of pleasure spreading out from the love box.
He lay out on the bed, the strength from his arm and lower body drained away as he panted heavily in the afterglow. "And women can...have multiple orgasms?!"
Liz smiled and nodded, hovering toward him. "Yup. Men generally have a half hour refractory period before they can go again, but that isn't always the case. If they keep it up, they can just start again and take a half hour to get to the next orgasm. Also they may be able to shoot twice if they are really backed up, half of it is made on the fly, but your body does make and store half a load ahead of time. As for women, they don't shoot nothing, so there is no cool down. They stop when they want to stop...but as your probably feeling now, it takes a lot out of you."
"Women cum though don't they? I mean not cum but...juices."
"Just lube concentrated and squirt out by the pressure of the clenches during orgasm."
"But I've seen videos of women who like, really explode."
"Ah...y-yes...well that isn't lube...or cum..."
He tilted his head in curiosity. "What is it then?"
"You probably don't want to know...anyway, why don't you try for a second orgasm? Might as well get the full experience while you can."
Liz lightly kicked the side of the bed causing a long wood panel to drop off and reveal various items stored under the bed, most notably another sex toy...though its size made it seem like more of a sex WEAPON. it was a dildo of sorts but it must have been eleven or more inches tall. It had a tapered end but was obscenely thick, being as big and round as a large jar of pickles at the base. The balls were huge half spheres at the front with a long nub in the middle slope of the scrotum that must be a sort of 'reward' waiting to bump the clit of anyone who could actually get that far down. This thing was like a traffic cone in dick form! Liz laughed at the look on Bernard's borrowed face, saying it was given to the woman as an obscene prank gift, and has never been used. The woman humoured the idea many times and even got off to the thought of it, but never attempted it, as it would absolutely break her in half. That was before Bernard widened her hips however- the hip bones were wide enough to allow it through now. Lizabeth brought up the reflection of a cow's rump, stating that bulls are tremendously clumsy with their advances, so cows naturally have very flexible vaginal lining. If Bernard stole some size and flexibility from a cow who isn't using hers at the moment, he could handle this behemoth of a toy.
The changes were mostly unseen other than his pubic mound and labia plumping up more. It felt like a strange contrary mix of being both empty and tight at once. The usable space expanded and with it the hunger of the large pussy. He teased the tip of the monstrous toy in but once it was that far, he started to take it an inch or so at a time, rocking back and forth and pressing gently down. It felt good to be stretched. It was so huge even with no clue where the g spot was, it was impossible to miss because everything was being touched and stretched all at once. Even as it became a tighter and tighter fit he still pressed down farther, aroused by the challenge as much as the pleasure. Taking pleasure in the obscenity of taking such a thing into this body. Seeing the plump hungry lips be parted farther, and the stiff pulsing clit crammed against the smooth rubber shaft while natural lube trailed the sides like the blood of a fruit being juiced. So caught up in the sight and feel of stretched flesh he was caught off guard when he felt the nub at the bottom brush the clit! With a breathless erotic gasp he pressed down as hard as he could on the last remnant and the nub shoved back on the clit triggering another powerful orgasm. Bernard was too exhausted to pull himself off the toy, and instead fell over onto his back and let it find its own way out.
Lizabeth crossed her arms and nodded with a smile. "Satisfied? I think you get the jist of a woman's body now eh?"
Bernard grinned while still catching his breath. "Yea...thank you so much for all this. Cool, pleasurable as hell and educational! The only down side is all the confused women waiting for their bodies to revert."
Liz shrugged. "I will use the ring to take their memories before I unmake it, so they won't know anything even happened. Completely harmless."
Bernard looked at the too big ring hanging from the woman's thumb. "Before we send everything back to normal though, I really have to know what it is like for you. I mean, you are not even human."
Elizabeth's eyes went wide. "W-wait, don't-!"
But it was too late, he used the ring to 'get inside her head'. The two of them fused body and mind into one! The new being writhed in confusion, trying to remember its shape. A huge tail of armored scales and fan like feathers lashed out knocking furniture aside before being regressed. In several short lived pulses scales and talons on its limbs stretched out and collapsed back in like its form were made of shifting clay. A man's mind in a magically sculpted woman's body, and a several thousand year old extra dimensional dragon in the false form of a woman. Four distinct looks all trying to sort themselves out. The portion of mentality that used to be Bernard at once knew his terrible mistake and was both enraged, sympathetic and sad at himself for it. The ring can undo anything it does...except they don't know what part is what. Where does Bernard end and Lizabeth begin? Flesh is one thing but how do you draw a line on something intangible like thought or feeling?! Everything Bernard knew, Lizabeth now knew, and vise versa. Their mind was a mess of conflict.
One half realising what the other always knew, and because their feelings smashed together as well, it was accusing and apologizing to itself at the same time. Trapped like this either way, it became Elizabeth's true form, moving about so both parts of its conflicted mind knew this form. Quadrupt, as big as a truck, and both strong and graceful. The body scaled on top and feathered below in bright orange and powder orange color respectfully. Both question and understanding blinked into existence in its mind as it puzzled over how this could possibly be fixed, while at the same time answering all of its own questions. A panic and a calmness came to it. On one hand, it had a solution to the seemingly unfixable problem...on the other hand the initial chaos in its mind caused time to overtake it. What seemed like painfully confusing minutes was actually hours, and a great deal of time was spent doing seemingly nothing on the outside. Occult knew this would happen. He set this up to trap and dispose of Lizabeth! The seal on Greivanhal was dissolving and she was not there to help the Duke and his new team of cultists renew it! It was too late now. By the time of realisation the moment had already come and gone, she could do nothing but hope they succeeded without her.
With ring clinging tightly to the huge digit, it stole away the confused memories of the people forced to contribute to their little experiment. One by one traits returned and confusion left, till all had been restored except Lizabeth and Bernard. Physically they were already divided, once the woman was given back to her own body Lizabeth became her proper self and Bernard's body became unoccupied entirely. It lay on the floor in the bathroom where he left it, but his mental essence was still confusingly comingled with Liz. Occult likely expected he had seen the last of her, as there would be no way for their minds to properly divide. With a bitter smile it grabbed the black horn staff Lizabeth left here and the two minds were wracked with pain and sorrow, but reacted very differently. Immediately it was clear which belonged to who and Lizabeth returned to her human guise, sent Bernard back to his body, and pocketed the blood ring.
Bernard sat there confused for several minutes before getting up and looking at her rather bashfully. "I am so sorry. I had no idea...but I guess you already know that now. That...that staff...what is it? Why is it so...painful?"
Liz gripped it tightly, and with pride. "I am a somewhat incomplete being. One of my first acts when I happened across my greater magical powers was to purge all imperfections from myself. All negativity, all sadness, anger, and ill memories. I didn't realise I was incomplete without them, so while I could discard them, I have always kept them by my side." She held up the horn. "That is why it was turned black and shattered off. Anyone else who touches the staff is crippled with agony, but only I can see the value in it. These sorrows do not hurt me, not anymore. It was lucky. Because this part of me isn't attached to my body, I was able to use it to define myself and divide."
"You better hurry then and stop that Occult! Sorry I held you back."
"It wasn't your fault, you just didn't know. Besides..." She turned and tapped the mirror but nothing happened. "The only reason my portal wouldn't work is...the location no longer exists...the others failed. The seal is no more. Occult...is back. This may very well be the end..."
City streets started to warp, time and space dilated and the space between buildings seemed to breath as Greivanhal returned to reality after so many thousands of years. A faceless magician in a porcelain mask walked calmly from the base of its huge front steps, whistling in amusement.
"People, people, about to fall- who is the most adorable of all? Aha ha ha ha." | STORY |
!Gorgeous,Custom Websites - $399 Complete! (4156cumG9-855YQKc5@17)
<HTML>
<BODY bgColor=#D6CFAB leftMargin=0 topMargin=0 topmargin0 marginwidth="0"
marginheight="0">
<TABLE height=381 cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width="100%" border=0>
<TBODY>
<TR>
<TD bgColor=#d6cfab height=381>
<CENTER>
<TABLE height=302 cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width=540 border=0>
<TBODY>
<TR>
<TD class=header align=left bgColor=#e4b758 height=50>
<P align=center><FONT color=#000080 size=5><B>Beautiful Custom
Websites, <U>$399 Complete</U>!</B></FONT></P></TD></TR>
<TR>
<TD bgColor=white height=10> </TD></TR>
<TR>
<TD class=text2 vAlign=top align=middle bgColor=#ffffff height=27>
<TABLE width="100%" border=0>
<TBODY>
<TR>
<TD width="31%">
<P align=center><IMG height=97
src="http://7x24.sunshinehui.com/mnbv/csi.gif"
width=130></P></TD>
<CENTER></CENTER>
<TD width="63%">
<P align=left><STRONG><FONT face=Arial color=#000080
size=3>Get a beautiful, 100% Custom Web Site<BR> (<EM>or
yours redesigned</EM>) <I>for only $399</I>!*<BR><BR>We
have references coast to coast <BR>and will give you
<I>plenty of sites to
view!</I></FONT></STRONG></P></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE></TD></TR>
<TR>
<TD vAlign=top align=middle bgColor=#ffffff height=215>
<TABLE height=203 width="101%" border=0>
<TBODY>
<TR>
<TD vAlign=top align=left width="92%" height=197>
<TABLE width="100%" border=0>
<TBODY>
<TR>
<TD width="4%"></TD>
<TD width="96%"><FONT face=Arial color=#000080
size=3><STRONG>Includes up to 7 pages (you can add
more), java rollover buttons, feedback forms, more. It
will be constructed to your taste and
specifications, we do not use templates.
<EM>Our sites are completely
custom. </EM> *<I>Must host with us @
$19.95/mo (100 Megs, 20 Email accounts, Control Panel,
Front Page, Graphical Statistics,
more).<BR></I></STRONG></FONT></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE>
<TABLE width="100%" border=0>
<TBODY>
<TR>
<TD width="4%"></TD>
<TD width="96%"><B><I><FONT face=Arial color=#000000
size=3>For sites to view, complete below or call our
message center at<BR>321-726-2209 (24 hours). Your call
will be returned promptly.<BR><BR></FONT></I><FONT
face=Arial size=2><FONT color=#0000ff><I>NOTE: If
you are using a web based email program (such as Yahoo,
Hotmail,<BR>etc.) the form below will not
work.</I> </FONT> <FONT color=#0000ff>Instead of
using the form,</FONT><FONT
color=#000080> </FONT><A
href="mailto:[email protected]?subject=More info, I HAVE INCLUDED MY NAME, PHONE an STATE!18na083099e3"><FONT
color=#000080> </FONT><I><FONT color=#0000ff>CLICK
HERE</FONT></I></A><FONT color=#ff0000> </FONT><font color="#0000FF">(You
must include your name, phone and state to get a
response, no exceptions.</font></FONT></B></TD></TR>
<TR>
<TD width="4%"></TD>
<TD vAlign=top align=left width="96%">
<FORM
action="mailto:[email protected]?subject=WS Sales Inquiry18na830399e3"
method=post encType=text/plain <FORM>
<TABLE width="100%" border=0>
<TBODY>
<TR>
<TD width="96%">
<P align=left><FONT face=Arial color=#000080
size=1> </FONT><FONT face=Arial color=#000000
size=1>Name:<INPUT size=22 name=Name> Phone
w/AC*:<INPUT size=16 name=Phone>State:<INPUT
style="WIDTH: 34px; HEIGHT: 22px" size=2
name=State> <BR> Type Project:<I><INPUT
type=radio value=New name=Project></I> <I>New
Site:<INPUT type=radio value=Redesign
name=Project>Redesign </I>Current
site?:<INPUT size=24
name=Currentsite><BR> Comments:</FONT><FONT
face=Arial color=#000080 size=1><INPUT size=60
name=Comments> <BR><BR></FONT><FONT
size=2>Your information is neither sold nor shared
with third parties under any
circumstance.</FONT></P>
<P align=center><INPUT type=submit value=Submit name=B3><INPUT type=reset value=Reset name=B4>
<P align=center><FONT size=3>To be eliminated from
future mailings, <A
href="mailto:[email protected]?subject=No More Mail_18na830399e3">Click
Here</A></FONT></P></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE></FORM></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE></CENTER></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE></BODY></HTML>
[6560Icum3-199GYQK9350cvpH2-701z@29]
| SPAM |
“So... explain to me again why you decided this was a good idea?” At no point did the feline think they’d ever have to question why their roommate-slash-lover decided to take time out of their lives to fill their ass up to the point where it was now, but there they were. In the short span of two months, the Rena had gone from completely flat to carrying around a bust that made them bump into things on a regular basis, resulting in not only a significant uptick in the amount of moaning per day, but also ensured that trying to live with them in the house rapidly turned into some kind of ironic hell. Had anyone asked the lynx, before all of this started, if they would’ve minded if Spikes decided to “grow up” a bit in the bust area, they might’ve actually said they welcomed the change, maybe even would’ve encouraged it. Being a shapeshifter themselves, it was of course natural for them to be more open to radical bodymodding; it’d be complete hypocrisy otherwise. On seeing what became of the Rena, however, that attitude and outlook were challenged and strained to the breaking point, until eventually they found themselves being the voice of reason between the two of them. And when Tim was the voice of reason, things were truly halfway to hell. Spikes had grown to a prohibitive size, in that moving around in any space not specifically designed for hypers made life hell for him… or would, if he didn’t love every second of it. It was honestly disconcerting how little the impediment actually worked as one, given how eagerly the Renamon threw himself into just about any activity that might have the most remote chance of squeezing him or making those creakers produce their trademark noise; rather than demonstrating the slightest amount of care for a pair of tits that were very obviously hanging on the very brink of stability, Spikes demonstrated a frankly stunning lack of care for his own personal safety, often requiring the lynx to hold him back from doing something particularly stupid, such as trying to ride on bumper cars or wrapping rubber bands around himself. For Tim, it had turned into an endless marathon, one that saw its finish line move further and further away the more he tried to get to it, leaving the lynx feeling so exhausted by the end of each day that they just felt like sleeping every time the Rena wasn’t in the house or by their side. At some points, it felt like babysitting a toddler, it being that Spikes had completely lost any sense of self-control and was governed almost exclusively by whatever random whim popped up in his head.
It was therefore with a certain measure of annoyance that Tim had to remind themselves that this had been one of the reasons the two of them even got together; if not for that spark of madness having been clearly visible, even back when the Rena was flat, the lynx doubted the two would ever have gone on to live together like they did. They just wished they didn’t have to constantly be worrying about bursting, truth be told. And then, the Rena came to them loudly announcing they intended to go even bigger than they already were, an endeavour that not only they would “never ever super duper ever” be dissuaded from, but which required active coordination from the both of them thanks to its requirements. At the size he was at, Spikes could no longer simply inflate himself to an even larger shell grading; his entirely artificial tits just weren’t stretchy enough to accommodate the amount of saline he wanted to pressure-hose into himself. Thus, rather than stopping, like most sane people would, the Rena instead procured a special lotion, courtesy of the medical staff, that was designed to make his skin be more pliable the longer it was applied. Now, this wasn’t an immediate effect, as Spikes himself pointed out; the lotion needed time in order to work its magic, time in the order of days or weeks, during which it had to be applied multiple times daily, at the exact same intervals, in order to maximize its efficiency. And seeing as how the Rena couldn’t be trusted to do that without losing himself to the pleasure of rubbing his own tits, it fell on Tim to make sure things were done properly… which obviously meant taking up responsibility for applying lotion whenever needed. The first few times this had to happen, it was at least bearable, if nothing else. Spikes still moaned like a slut, as befitting someone who took every opportunity they had to make their roomie’s life a living hell; their sensitivity wasn’t even that high, but the Rena insisted on being as loud as possible just to make the whole rubbing be even lewder than it already was. It made for an interesting couple of hours every day, when they had to walk into the bathroom and go through the complicated process of getting whatever Spikes was wearing off of him just so he could air-dry, but as the first few days turned into a week, Tim had to put their foot down. Truth be told, they were enjoying it a lot more than they let on, to the point where they’d already synchronized their inner clock to the lotion rubbing sessions; whenever they began feeling friskier for no real reason, they knew Spikes wouldn’t be too far away, ready to tell them they were due for a good rubdown. That said, the lynx could no longer deal with the overwhelming amounts of horny that flowed between the both of them, and thus imposed a brand new rule: there would be no more direct rubbing from that point forward. Of course, the alternate solution was just as bad, if not even worse: rather than applying the lotion directly, Tim instead had to fill up the bathtub high enough that the Renamon could lean
over the edge and bathe his tits directly in it, a move that not only made them go through several times more bottles than they should, but didn’t really change much of the issues that made them change approach in the first place. Unless they wanted to suddenly spend several hundred dollars every week in lotion every week, the lynx still needed to slather some of it on the Rena’s rotund creakers, just not as much as before, while Spikes kept on moaning just as loudly as they always had been. The one consolation that Tim had was that their partner promised to take a very long break in between their planned upgrade and the next one, even assuming there was another one down the line; with the fill-up they were intending to get it was very likely that their life would be too heavily affected for them to afford going even larger. Despite their obvious desire to keep going until they could barely move (if not even beyond that), even the lust-filled Renamon had to admit that some measure of normalcy was required in order for him to carry on with his life; had to keep his job, after all. Thus, Tim was content in the knowledge that, after the Rena’s implants were pumped fuller, then they’d at least get some wiggle room away from their partner’s constant, incessant need to make the cat feel like they were hanging on the edge with every step they took. It was such a relief to finally make the drive over to the clinic, thinking to themselves how, after the new creaking got old, the two of them could get some rest and appreciate some decent peace and quiet. The lynx even dared to smile as they perused through some old magazines, waiting for Spikes to leave the operating room. Unbeknownst to the feline, the Rena had no intention of living up to his promise… not yet at least. They did say that there wouldn’t be any more rubbing of lotion after their breasts were pumped fuller, but at no point did they tell Tim their next operation would be aimed at their breasts specifically. In fact, they had no intention of filling their tits up until at least a month or two from that day, precisely so they could take advantage of the lotion’s stretch-enhancing capabilities to ensure they could go even further than normal. No, that day’s appointment was directed at an entirely different, yet no less arousing part of himself, one that had been neglected for quite some time after Spikes embarked on his titty quest, hence why the lynx was already waiting for him with an angry look on his face and a tapping foot when they left the operating block about five more hours after they “should” have. “Because I had a chat with the clerks and they told me you weren’t getting a fill-up on your implants,” Tim continued, “so I need you to explain to me why you thought it’d be alright to lie to me!” Rather than waste time trying to come up with an excuse, Spikes chose to shrug and hip-check the lynx with his brand-new expanders, walking towards the door with a bottle of
lotion in one hand and a suspicious-looking slip of paper in the other, swinging his hips from side to side as if to entice every eye to follow him while he made his theatrical exit. Unfortunately for the Rena, he wasn’t the one who drove themselves there; Tim found him five minutes later, sheepishly standing by their car looking like he’d just forgotten something incredibly important. The ride home was awfully awkward, given that Tim wasn’t exactly in the mood to accept anything that wasn’t a direct apology. Of course, this was made slightly difficult by the fact that the Renamon besides them now creaked from two distinct places, his ass implants complaining loudly about having to be sat upon after such a short time after being installed. Given the volume, and how uncomfortable the Rena looked, the feline sighed and conceded. “Do you need me to stop so you can rest a bit?” “I can make it home,” Spikes grumbled, “just don’t go too fast.” Half an hour later, the Rena was wincing his way up the drive and through the front door, having to be exceedingly careful not to touch anything that was particularly sharp; thankfully for him, his experiences with his first expanders meant that most edges in the house were either filed off or covered with plastic, making his adventure into secondary upgrades be a lot safer than the first one had been. As much as Tim wanted to say something about being lied to so brazenly, they had to admit that it was a good look on their partner. With such colossal, overinflated balloons stuck to their chest, it was only normal for the Renamon to want to balance themselves out, even if the lower shells were significantly smaller compared to the first two. Knowing him like they did, the lynx was more than certain Spikes would go down the exact same path, which of course meant more lotion rubbing, redoubled and relocalized. This realization came with an extra surprise as well, with the feline finally putting two and two together by understanding just what kind of wordplay Spikes had pulled on him. Of course he’d do something like that; damn bastard probably derived more pleasure from teasing people than he did in whatever he used to tease them. At least their everyday routine didn’t change that much, apart from the need to rub Spike’s saline-stuffed asscheeks whenever the Rena was attending to his own tits all over the bathtub. He’d gotten quite good at that, to the point where he didn’t really need the lynx at all, and given the necessity for secondary rubdowns, both of them agreed to let the Rena take the wheel when it came to his chest. Now if only they could find a way to make up for all that money they were dumping into the damn lotion, then Tim might be somewhat less grumpy than they were; even Spikes’ (presumably) jokey offers to turn himself into a dairy cow weren’t enough to lighten up the lynx’s mood.
Most of that, to be fair, was entirely due to the conflicting emotions fighting one another inside the feline’s head. As much as they wanted to be mad about the deception and the constant need for attention and the teasing and the moaning and the theatrical affectations… it was still Spikes, and it was still him with a pair of tits big enough to obscure their chest and now an ass that would overflow from their own hands if it wasn’t stretched so much. It was difficult to be angry at someone whose mere sight made one’s legs quiver and mind race with the possibilities, especially when both of them knew that they had every intention of going even bigger in the future. It wasn’t so much a dance or careful balancing act as much as it was an attempt at juggling gone horribly wrong; it was effectively a coin flip whether or not Tim would wake up needing to have morning wood taken care of or so unbelievably grouchy that they self-isolated just to keep themselves from fouling Spikes’ mood. All of this would smooth out with time, as even the grumpiest of cats couldn’t help but be swayed by the genuine enthusiasm and childlike glee that exuded from every one of Spikes’ pores. It was so obvious that they were having a great time that whenever Tim wanted to yell at them for one reason or another, they ended up making themselves feel like the bad guy for removing that wonderful smile off the Rena’s face. Besides, after their compromise, the rubbing sessions weren’t as bad as they used to be; at long last both their brains got used to the process, to the point where even Spikes’ moaning didn’t get on Tim’s nerves in the best way possible. It became just another part of their day, something they did to pass the time. Plus, the expanders in the Rena’s ass were delightfully taut and provided the best tactile sensation Tim had ever experienced; so many times they felt like squeezing, only to find no give whatsoever underneath their fingers. As the days went on, the lynx began wondering just what exactly their partner’s plan was. After such a long time slathering their bosom up, it was finally squishable again, something that should not be happening given how full up his implants were. Or rather, it was obvious that the Rena wanted to go massively big, but at no point did they tell them when their operation was. It became even more suspicious once Spikes began to take extended trips to “the clinic” without prior warning, leaving the feline to wonder if they’d come back several times larger than when they left, though at no point did that actually come to pass. The answer came a full three months after the secondary set of implants was installed, when Spikes left the house after lunch and only showed up again at dinnertime, after several ignored calls and about a dozen text messages or so. Tim was about ready to call the police when the familiar knock at the door roused him from his panicked state, the lynx flying to the front of the house and practically pulling the door off its hinges, only to see the Renamon beaming with
pride at… nothing in particular, really. He wasn’t bigger, fuller, didn’t have any implants… but he was carrying something behind him. Tim didn’t want to believe it at first, considering the implications for their daily routine, but Spikes had somehow procured for himself a set of breast pumps and enough saline that the two of them had trouble finding some place to store it all. The lynx avoided asking any questions, knowing they’d hate having the answers to them; besides, all they needed to do was wait, and their partner would blurt out their accomplishments the moment they had a chance. And like clockwork, Spikes recounted his very long session at the clinic, where he somehow convinced his physician to sign off on the Rena being the one taking over the top-ups from that point forward. Tim didn’t want to think how that happened, nor did the Renamon truly explain, but one thing was for certain, at least: it was all in their hands now. The two of them refused to use the saline pumps for a good week after it had been brought in. it was too much and they both knew it, to be able to increase the Rena’s size like that whenever they wanted. It was something they had to think about very carefully, lest they lose control and either end up with an immobilized Spikes or, heavens forbid, some kind of bursting incident. Wouldn’t be the first time that someone struck by growthlust ended up overfilling to the point of critical failure, resulting in not only a significant mess but a lot of questions about who was responsible. For Tim, it was less a matter of legal accountability and much more their relationship with Spikes to begin with; they’d never forgive themselves if something bad were to happen to him. Thus, it was important to take things one step at a time, carefully monitoring both of them for signs of impulse control issues. All of this would of course be thrown out the window one day when Spikes, knowing exactly what would happen, requested his partner rub his tits for the first time in a while, resulting in the two lovers becoming so wrapped up in their mutual exploration that both of the saline pumps were hooked up to the injector ports and ready to go before either of them had any real say in the matter. The cylinders were dragged to the living room, the one place in the whole house that had both enough room for the two to truly test the Rena’s limits and the comforts required for them to actually enjoy it rather than have to lean onto their inflating breasts and risk premature detonation. They were in a daze, unable to think about anything but size and creaking as their minds were taken by the prospect of giving in to their innermost desires. That it carried with it a significant risk of injury no longer mattered to either of them, doubly so when the pumps were actually turned on.
Perhaps it had been a mistake to make it as easy as it was. Rather than a complicated, multi-stage process requiring safety precautions and proper training, all that was needed of the lynx was the aim and manual dexterity to fit a round peg in a round hole and then twist it around, locking the tubes to the large injector ports at the base of each of Spikes’ breasts. As soon as that was done… that was it. No further preparation was needed beyond plugging the whole apparatus into a wall socket and then hitting a button, and thus it was that the saline in the tanks began to be drained directly into a pair of breasts that, for once, were prepared to deal with the sudden influx of extra mass and volume. It was genius, really; as much as it had been a pain to deal with, Tim had to admit that overdosing on lotion to the degree that Spikes did had left his body just malleable enough that it was taking a surprising amount of time for it to show any signs of strain. Having been there for all the other fill-ups, the lynx was genuinely surprised at how quickly both the expanders and the breasts around them took to being boosted in size so brutishly, covering up more and more of the Rena’s body while poor Spikes himself was gasping for breath, his lungs compressed by him shifting his weight onto his back. It took the feline helping his partner lean forward to prevent a complete disaster, at which point they simply invited another when those saline-stuffed orbs began to rub against the floor. It was either going to be suffocation, bursting or something else, because at no point was that body ever going to be able to go through life without some degree of complications. If anything, the best they could hope for was setting up some kind of ceiling rail and then attaching a couple of tarps so Spikes could walk around the house with his bosom held firm in the air in front of him… or maybe they could just invest into a large wooden board with some wheels attached, that could also work; it was hard to think about the practical implications of what they were doing when it all just felt so right, so good. Even for the lynx it was a transcendent experience, what with being able to see as their partner overcame milestone after milestone for weight and girth, his body becoming increasingly irrelevant in comparison to the two massive mounds attached to his chest. It would take scarce few minutes for each breast to become as tall as he was, even less for them to smash through that limit and keep growing while the Rena leaned against them. It was now perfectly safe for Spikes to do so, seeing as the rest of his body barely equated to a fraction of the weight of a single tit; even if he jumped on one of them, it was doubtful it would do anything beyond make it creak even louder, their surface being stretched so tightly that their skin felt like smooth, hardened concrete underneath Tim’s fingers. And the noises as well, adding to the glunking and the churning of the saline being pumped from their pressurized tubes, filling the house with the kind of sonorous obscenity only the
Renamon could really provide, sounding like the deranged lovechild of a ship’s hull grinding against an iceberg and a metal girder being bent out of shape by an industrial press. Whatever was happening in those room-dominating tits was not something that should be happening, and if not for the both of them being too far gone to really appreciate that, they might’ve actually done something about it. As it stood, neither the lynx nor the Rena had any intention of stopping, especially since the canisters were as low as they were; with only a quarter to go and Spikes’ breasts approaching the ceiling, why should they stop when they could go the full mile and force the plastic-obsessed Renamon to be stuck inside their house for at least as long as it took to call a construction company to cut him out? This was a question that Tim asked themselves when the droning noise of the pumps was shut off and they could suddenly hear themselves think again, even over the ungodly sounds emanating from within that body-eclipsing bust next to them. For a while, the feline was worried that saying anything might cause some kind of unintended side-effect. Surely, if Spikes had turned the pumps off, then something had to be wrong; perhaps they suddenly became aware of a limit they didn’t know they had, maybe even found themselves to be satisfied with their size, or any other number of alternatives the lynx lacked the mental capacity to formulate. The only thought in his mind was that something big had taken place if Spikes suddenly changed course like that, but there was always a lingering fear that anything might set off disaster. Each of the Rena’s breasts was stretched so taut that even the frequent lotion baths weren’t enough to keep it from nearly tearing itself apart. It was very clear that the only reason those things hadn’t already burst was precisely because the two of them spent so long slathering them up every day, and even then Tim felt like they might just pop and leak the moment he pushed a claw against them. Their skin had transcended pink and gone straight into red, stretch marks clearly visible in so many places that, for anyone else, it might have genuinely appeared grotesque; for the two of them in the room, however, it was culmination of their desires, something they had worked towards for years even if they weren’t aware of it. So why did Spikes stop? Fighting through their urge to rub themselves against the creaking mountains, the lynx took a few tentative steps around them, finding their partner kneeling on the ground with his back bent at a painful-looking angle; rather than be flattened underneath the tide of saline, Spikes had done his best to keep himself in that position, even if it meant arching his back hard enough to qualify for a contortionist act. But it wasn’t painful, or at least it didn’t appear to be; the Rena’s eyes were half-lidded and his tongue was lolling out of his mouth, a thin trickle of drool rolling down
their chin while their steamy breath created short-lived clouds on every exhale. He looked up at the lynx, and for a moment Tim felt like they were about to be devoured; there was hunger behind those pupils, a gnawing one that could only be fed by the most filling of meals, the kind that kicked and screamed on the way down while struggling against their fate. Perhaps the Rena believed that such an injection of mass would be required to finalize whatever dreadful transformation they were planning for themselves, but much as before, they were utterly unable to act on it; kind of hard to when one’s body is attached to a set of tits that were very much locked in place from all the weight. Instead, he nodded. Not towards his partner, but towards his rear, making it obvious in a single motion why he had stopped the pumps. In all honesty, Tim understood why. With a bust that size, it felt criminal to leave his ass in the pitiful state that it was, so undersized and (relatively) deflated that it didn’t even look like it belonged on the same body. There wouldn’t be any chance for it to equate to the Renamon’s tits in terms of absolute size, not until they acquired more saline at least, but at least they could work on padding out his bottom a lot more than it was at that point. And as soon as the tubes were disconnected from their injector ports and plugged into the ones on the sides of his asscheeks, Spikes’ constant, low-key moaning turned into the closest equivalent of a purr, the Renamon having all of his muscles relax as he allowed the realization of what was about to happen to wash over him. As for Tim, there wasn’t much of the lynx left in that head of theirs, only a burning, eternal desire for more. It was amazing how much Spikes poked at buttons even the feline didn’t know they had, how he gave them every reason in the world and more to discard sanity and indulge in the same kind of obsessively self-indulgent shenanigans the cat used to before settling down. It was a return to form, really, after so long without being able to tap into those primal instincts; if anything, it was a disappointment that the saline canisters didn’t have nearly enough to make the Rena’s ass inflate as hard as his breasts did, but then again, they hadn’t had the opportunity to smear some lotion over it for as long either. Not that it mattered, really; the danger was the biggest reason it was so good in the first place. The switch was flipped and the pumps began to work again, buzzing quietly and vibrating just enough to make Spikes’ rear jiggle with each load of implant material being pushed into him. Both could hear the second set of expanders groaning a lot louder than the original pair did, owing to their much smaller size and overall lack of “stretch training”, as the Rena liked to put it; but rather than deter them from their goal, it only solidified the need to press forward as much as
they could. Spikes had turned off the pumps precisely so he could fill his ass up with what remained, and that’s exactly what he was about to get, even if he had to straddle the line between safety and bursting to do it. In a daze, Tim walked out of the room, ignoring their partner’s confused cries and only returning after they procured a bottle of the ever-precious lotion, the one thing that allowed them to be experiencing such extreme excess at all. The Rena looked confused for a few moments before their tired, lust-addled brain made the connection, then simply lay there with his body about to be squeezed between his two assets while the lynx buried their hands as far deep as they could go after dumping the contents of the bottle all over Spikes’ reddening cheeks. This wasn’t a lot; even in their current state, it was hard to even get a squeeze in, much less have their fingers find any kind of plush, but that just made the whole experience that much better as far as Tim cared; nothing but stretchiness, nothing but artificiality, nothing but saline and implants to fill their lover and main source of arousal. Spikes had long since given up trying to remain cognizant of his situation, doing so mostly thanks to external stimuli rather than any attempts on his own part. As soon as the lotion was applied, then whatever was left of the Renamon that made the conscious effort to stop the pumps was completely gone, replaced by a mewling, sweaty mess whose only words were “More” and “Bigger” repeated in odd variations and wildly varying tones. If Tim didn’t know better, they might think the Rena’s mind had been pumped full of saline as well, leaving him the exact same airheaded, size-obsessed maniac that he so liked to portray himself as. It was only fitting, seeing as Tim themselves were feeling their personality fade, giving way to a pliable kitten whose only job was to ensure their lover could grow as big as possible as quickly as possible. They were truly made for each other in that regard, even if anyone with half a brain would say otherwise considering the blatant safety violations. Mercifully for the both of them and the very flustered neighbors, the last stage of their filling didn’t last nearly as long as the first one did, though thanks to the much lower threshold on the newest set of expanders, they were probably making more noise than their larger cousins despite being a fraction of the size. At least if Spikes remained still then his breasts only really slorshed the slightest amount, kept in line only by months of lotion application, but even the calmest and most collected of postures could only do so much for a pair of ass implants that were overfilled to about thrice their safe maximum capacity. Once more, the only reason the two weren’t experiencing a sudden flood was precisely because that rubbing cream gave the Rena just the edge he needed to stay ahead of his own limits, even if he insisted on crawling back to them just so he could rub all of himself against their sharpness. Or something. Neither of them were in any fit state to think about metaphors too hard.
What mattered was that the cylinders were empty, all the saline was drained, and now the Rena was free to enjoy themselves in whatever way they wanted to… which, unsurprisingly, amounted to very little, considering they were entirely immobilized. They could still walk if they wanted to, but even the insensate Spikes knew that trying to move was just begging for a disaster to happen; and besides, it was enough fun just basking in his own size for once, feeling his tits rub against both ceiling and floor while sitting on an ass that threatened to burst open any time he readjusted how much weight he put on it. To him, it was his highest achievement, hence why the satisfaction was enough to quite literally put him to sleep after he got accustomed to the noises; poor thing was so tuckered out that he just failed to contain himself, dozing off into a peaceful rest. Not Tim though; the lynx was still very much awake and now feeling like they’d been denied a prize of their own with the Rena having gone under. They were still happy for them, but it lacked a certain something now that they couldn’t indulge or tease them any… unless… It was a stupid plan, a dangerous plan. A plan that hinged on nothing more than desperation and a random comment made by Spikes when the both of them were stone-cold drunk one night after watching too many bad movies and participating in one too many drinking game. But it was a plan nonetheless, and one that helped bring back some of the mad debauchery that had characterized the two’s early relationship. The lynx was a shapeshifter, after all; nothing was stopping them from being as big or even bigger than the Rena, something he could very easily do without any help whatsoever. It was only their mutual love for excess that kept the two lovers in the dynamic they were currently stuck in; hard to appreciate what it meant to be on the edge if one doesn’t have an edge, therefore making Spikes’ proclivity towards self-enhancement be one of the best gifts Tim could receive. But there was always something more, something that they could do that no one else could. There was always the possibility that they could feed themselves to the Rena; the lynx saw those eyes, they knew what was hiding behind them in Spikes’ head. They had no doubt their partner would be more than able to find a way to transform pudge into more boob, even if he had to break the laws of physics to do so, but that wasn’t the idea Tim had in mind. No, the two of them needed to find some novel degree of intimacy now, had to negotiate new limits and lines, especially considering how fragile the Rena was at that point.
Tim allowed their body to fall gently onto Spikes’ bust, their fur melding against theirs as the feline’s form seemed to melt into a thin, shiny surface spread over those blimped-out tits. The gooey mass travelled all around before finally settling in one place, nearly waking the Renamon up several times as it struggled to hold onto any section of the saline-stuffed udders attached to the Rena’s chest. It ended in resignation, with the lynx-blob spreading themselves around the full circumference of both tits, stretching out dangerously thin, before beginning to add mass onto themselves, thickening their form and doubling over in weight before solidifying into what was, unmistakably, a fur bikini. Figuring that no other form would ever satisfy the Rena enough, Tim more or less gave up pretending and turned themselves into exactly what Spikes wanted. Encompassing their lover’s full girth was now a living, breathing lynxkini that was nonetheless still revealing enough that it only added to the overall “bloated plastic doll” look rather than detract from it; certainly didn’t help that it seemed to highlight the Renamon’s nipples even more than they already were, or that it was definitely doing its best to squeeze down those titanic orbs, deliberately pushing Spikes to the edge with every motion. The Rena, in the meantime, was having none of it; it wouldn’t do for Tim to do that to them while they were asleep and unable to do anything about it. So clearly, the best solution was to wake up. And start moving forward. | STORY |
There’s a bright spark in us all. Master the clever systems and circuits to support modern life.
How to earn your badge:
Identify a number of common electronic components that are shown to you.
Explain, in simple terms, the functions they perform in electronic circuits.
Describe the systems used for marking components with their values.
Demonstrate by identifying the values of resistors and capacitors by their markings. Explain the importance of the rating of a component.
Show that you know the symbols used to represent common components in circuit diagrams.
Show how to identify the polarity of a diode and a specific pin number on an integrated circuit.
Show that you’re aware of the safe working practices to be followed when handling electronic components, circuit boards and when soldering.
Use a multimeter to measure voltage, current and resistance in a simple circuit.
Explain the relationship between these values.
Talk about the main differences in the operation of digital and analogue circuits.
Construct three simple circuits.
One of these should be based mainly on digital electronics. They can be from a book or magazine, or you can design the circuits yourself. If possible, at least one of the circuits should be soldered using either stripboard or a custom-made printed circuit board.
Explain the principles behind the operation of each circuit and the typical values of voltage and current found in each.
Explain the possible uses of the three circuits you built.
Talk about the uses and benefits of electronics in everyday life.
Explain how electronics can be used to improve lives.
Requirements can be adapted to suit each young persons abilities. See our guidance on flexibility. | EDUCATION |
Hey there! Are you on the hunt for subject and object pronouns worksheets for your lesson plans?
Teaching English grammar can be a bit of a challenge – even when your student already has a good handle on the English language.
Why do we say things the way we do in conversation?
Why do some things “sound right,” while other things don’t?
This pronuon lesson is a great way to teach these grammar concepts behind the way we all speak and write!
In the following worksheet, you will find four printable pages that will walk your student through these two different types of pronouns.
****Don’t stress, you can download and print these pages in PDF format today! There are super simple directions at the bottom of this post to help you out. No email addressed or other personal information needed 🙂
Check Out Your Subject Pronouns and Object Pronouns Worksheets!
This first colorful grammar worksheet will focus on introducing the concept of subject pronouns.
At the top of the page, there is a brief definition of subject pronouns. They take the place of the nouns that are the subject of the sentence.
Examples of subject pronouns: I, he, she, it, you, we, and they.
Before completing the worksheet, do a quick review with your student on basic sentence structure (subject and predicate).
Make sure they can identify the subject of each sentence on the worksheet, a 1st grade or 2nd grade skill. Then have them choose from the word bank the correct pronoun to go in the blank.
Many kids will be able to complete these sentences becasue they know what “sounds right.”
But be sure to challenge them be asking *why* they chose their answer.
This second worksheet offers some extra practice with subject pronouns.
To complete, children will have to rewrite the sentence, replacing the underlined words with the appropriate pronouns.
Allow the child to use the word bank from the previous printable if you think he will need it.
At the bottom of the page, the student even has a chance to write their own sentence using a subject pronoun. Encourage the student to be creative!
If your child needs more work in this area before moving on, check out my free subject pronoun worksheets.
This next worksheet introduces the concept of object pronouns!
To understand this grammar concept, the student should be familiar with finding the object of a verb and the object of a preposition.
What exactly does that mean? For a quick refresher, the object of the verb is the noun that receives the action of the verb in the sentence.
For example, let’s look at this sentence: Rachel baked a cake with her.
What did Rachel bake? The cake! So cake is the object of the verb. Who did she bake it with? Her! So “her” is the object of the preposition.
This is a higher 3rd grade or 4th grade skill, so make sure the child has properly reviewed it before going forward.
Now, let’s move on to the object pronoun. An object pronoun takes the place of the object of the verb (and sometimes the object of the preposition).
Examples of Object Pronouns: him, her, it, me, you, us, and them.
To complete the worksheet, read the directions with your child. First, have the child underline the verbs and prepositions in the sentence.
Then have the child circle the correct object pronoun, being very careful not to circle the wrong type of pronoun: possessive pronouns, subject pronouns, etc.
If your young learners stumbled through the previous worksheet, no worries!
Here is another opportunity to work on the skill and get in some great practice.
Your kids may find it much easier to complete these gap-fill sentences with the correct word because they will recognize what “sounds right.”
Continue to challenge them by asking what noun the pronoun is replacing. How is it different from a subject pronoun?
At the bottom of the worksheet, have the student complete each sentence with the best word. Then have them check the box if an object pronoun was used.
If the student starts to get confused, have him do a light diagraming of the sentence. Break down the subject and predicate of the sentence. Where are the nouns and verbs? Prepositions and adjectives?
This process will help your student break the sentence down and focus on what the pronoun is replacing.
Provide an answer key to allow the student to grade and correct his own work. If there are any errors, review the questions with the student.
Click the above text link/image link to download your free worksheets in PDF format today! A new window will open for easy printing. No other personal data is needed.
I hope you and your student enjoy using these sheets as a supplement to your regular curriculum.
They may be surprised to find out how many pronouns are out there!
Their early writing skills probably started with the correct use of capital letters and punctuation. Then they moved on to other things like subjects, personal pronouns, verbs, adjectives, and predicates.
Adverbs, prepositions, and articles, oh my!
It may not always be the most exciting school subject, but proper grammar will lay an outstanding foundation for future language skills.
If you are in the market for more grammar fun, be sure to check out the following free printables! | EDUCATION |
Fill a Room with 300 People
This is a multi-part message in MIME format.
------=_NextPart_000_385302_01C20675.6F2940B0
Content-Type: text/plain;
charset="Windows-1252"
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit
Would you like to fill a room with 300 of these people?
...that's what we do!
End All Senior Market Prospecting Problems Instantly and Painlessly!
_____
Get record breaking results with the USA Financial Turnkey, Worry-Free
Auto-Pilot Client Seminar Marketing System and Formula! Use the same
methods we used to get 20,898 RSVP's in only 15 short months. Learn our
secret Asset-Cycle Sales Presentation that earns $10,000-$30,000 per
client, and get free attendance to our 2-day coaching adacemy! Learn our
coveted secrets to Easily and Consistently Collect Millions & Millions
in assets!
? Average of 131 RSVP's per seminar...Over 200 Seminars Conducted
? Average of 80% Attendance Ratio & 60% Appointment Ratio
? Some Actual Sample RSVP's: 337 IL, 194 FL, 196 TX, 221 WI, 151
CA, 220 PA, 158 GA
? Shared Statistics on Over a Year's Worth of Seminar Performance
? 380 Testimonials from other Financial Advisors, Reps & Agents
_____
Call our 24-hour automated response line
for your FREE report and audiotape ($97 value!)
800-436-1631 ext. 86005
? or ?
Please fill out the form below for your FREE report and audiotape!
Name:
E-mail:
Phone:
Fax:
Address:
City: State: Zip:
USA Financial - www.usa-financial.com <http://www.usa-financial.com>
We don't want anybody to receive our mailings who does not wish to
receive them. This is professional communication sent to insurance
professionals. To be removed from this mailing list, DO NOT REPLY to
this message. Instead, go here: http://www.InsuranceMail.net
<http://www.InsuranceMail.net>
Legal Notice <http://www.insuranceiq.com/legal.htm>
------=_NextPart_000_385302_01C20675.6F2940B0
Content-Type: text/html;
charset="iso-8859-1"
Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable
<html>
<head>
<title>Free Report and Audio Tape</title>
<meta http-equiv=3D"Content-Type" content=3D"text/html; =
charset=3Diso-8859-1">
</head>
<body bgcolor=3D"#000099" text=3D"#000000">
<table width=3D"550" cellpadding=3D"2" cellspacing=3D"2" =
bgcolor=3D"#000000" align=3D"center">
<tr>=20
<td>=20
<table width=3D"100%" cellpadding=3D"2" cellspacing=3D"2" =
border=3D"0" bgcolor=3D"#ffffff">
<tr>=20
<td><img src=3D"http://iiq.us/images/usaf/20020402-3.gif" =
width=3D"550" height=3D"100" alt=3D"Would you like to fill a room with =
300 of these people?"></td>
</tr>
<tr>=20
<td align=3D"center"><img =
src=3D"http://iiq.us/images/usaf/20020402-2a.jpg" width=3D"398" =
height=3D"364"></td>
</tr>
<tr>=20
<td align=3D"right"><img =
src=3D"http://iiq.us/images/usaf/20020402-4.gif" width=3D"550" =
height=3D"60" alt=3D"...that's what we do!"></td>
</tr>
<tr>=20
<td><font face=3D"Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size=3D"3" =
color=3D"#000066"><b><i><br>
<center>
End All Senior Market Prospecting Problems Instantly and =
Painlessly!=20
</center>
</i></b>=20
<hr width=3D"95%" size=3D"1" color=3D"#000000" noshade>
<font size=3D"2" color=3D"#000000">Get record breaking =
results with the=20
<i> <font color=3D"#0000CC"><b>USA</b></font> <b><font =
color=3D"#FF0000">Financial</font></b></i>=20
Turnkey, Worry-Free Auto-Pilot Client Seminar Marketing =
System and=20
Formula! Use the same methods we used to get 20,898 RSVP's =
in only=20
15 short months. Learn our secret Asset-Cycle Sales =
Presentation that=20
earns $10,000-$30,000 per client, and get free attendance to =
our 2-day=20
coaching adacemy! Learn our coveted secrets to Easily and =
Consistently=20
Collect Millions & Millions in assets!</font></font>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>=20
<td>
<font face=3D"Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, san-serif">=20
<table width=3D"100%" align=3D"center" cellpadding=3D"2" =
cellspacing=3D"2">
<tr>=20
<td width=3D"4%" align=3D"right" valign=3D"top"><b><font =
size=3D"2">•</font></b></td>
<td width=3D"96%"><b><font size=3D"2" =
color=3D"#000066">Average of 131 RSVP's per seminar...Over 200 Seminars =
Conducted</font></b></td>
</tr>
<tr>=20
<td width=3D"4%" align=3D"right" valign=3D"top"><b><font =
size=3D"2">•</font></b></td>
<td width=3D"96%"><b><font size=3D"2" =
color=3D"#000066">Average of 80% Attendance Ratio & 60% Appointment =
Ratio</font></b></td>
</tr>
<tr>=20
<td width=3D"4%" align=3D"right" valign=3D"top"><b><font =
size=3D"2">•</font></b></td>
<td width=3D"96%"><b><font size=3D"2" =
color=3D"#000066">Some Actual Sample RSVP's: 337 IL, 194 FL, 196 TX, 221 =
WI, 151 CA, 220 PA, 158 GA</font></b></td>
</tr>
<tr>=20
<td width=3D"4%" align=3D"right" valign=3D"top"><b><font =
size=3D"2">•</font></b></td>
<td width=3D"96%"><b><font size=3D"2" =
color=3D"#000066">Shared Statistics on Over a Year's Worth of Seminar =
Performance </font></b></td>
</tr>
<tr>=20
<td width=3D"4%" align=3D"right" valign=3D"top"><b><font =
size=3D"2">•</font></b></td>
<td width=3D"96%"><b><font size=3D"2" =
color=3D"#000066">380 Testimonials from other Financial Advisors, Reps =
& Agents</font></b></td>
</tr>
</table>
</font>=20
<hr width=3D"95%" color=3D"#000000" size=3D"1" noshade>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>=20
<td align=3D"center">
<b><font face=3D"Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" =
size=3D"4">Call our 24-hour automated response line <br>
for your <font color=3D"#FF0000">FREE</font> report and =
audiotape (<font color=3D"#FF0000">$97=20
value!</font>)</font></b><br>
<img src=3D"http://iiq.us/images/usaf/20020402-5.gif" =
width=3D"538" height=3D"107" alt=3D"800-436-1631 ext. 86005">
</td>
</tr>
<tr>=20
<td align=3D"center"><b>— or </b><b>—</b><br>
<table width=3D"100%" bgcolor=3D"#000000">
<tr>=20
<form method=3D"post" =
action=3D"http://65.217.159.103/response/response.asp">
<td>=20
<table width=3D"100%" border=3D"0" cellspacing=3D"0" =
cellpadding=3D"2" bgcolor=3D"#cccccc">
<tr>=20
<td colspan=3D"5" align=3D"center" =
bgcolor=3D"#000066"><b><font size=3D"2" face=3D"Verdana, Arial, =
Helvetica, sans-serif" color=3D"#FFFFFF">Please fill out the form below =
for your FREE report and audiotape!</font></b></td>
</tr>
<tr>=20
<td width=3D"15%" align=3D"right"><font =
face=3D"Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size=3D"2">Name:</font></td>
<td colspan=3D"4">=20
<input type=3D"text" name=3D"contactname" =
size=3D"50">
</td>
</tr>
<tr>=20
<td width=3D"15%" align=3D"right"><font =
face=3D"Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size=3D"2">E-mail:</font></td>
<td colspan=3D"4">=20
<input type=3D"text" name=3D"email" =
size=3D"50">
</td>
</tr>
<tr>=20
<td width=3D"15%" align=3D"right"><font =
face=3D"Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size=3D"2">Phone:</font></td>
<td colspan=3D"4">=20
<input type=3D"text" name=3D"phone" =
size=3D"50">
</td>
</tr>
<tr>=20
<td width=3D"15%" align=3D"right"><font =
face=3D"Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size=3D"2">Fax:</font></td>
<td colspan=3D"4">=20
<input type=3D"text" name=3D"Fax" size=3D"50">
</td>
</tr>
<tr>=20
<td width=3D"15%" align=3D"right"><font =
face=3D"Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size=3D"2">Address:</font></td>
<td colspan=3D"4">=20
<input type=3D"text" name=3D"address" =
size=3D"50">
</td>
</tr>
<tr>=20
<td width=3D"15%" align=3D"right"><font =
face=3D"Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size=3D"2">City:</font></td>
<td width=3D"23%">=20
<input type=3D"text" name=3D"city" =
size=3D"20">
</td>
<td width=3D"22%" align=3D"right"><font =
face=3D"Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size=3D"2">State:=20
<input type=3D"text" name=3D"state" =
size=3D"2">
</font></td>
<td width=3D"20%" align=3D"right"><font =
face=3D"Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size=3D"2">Zip:=20
<input type=3D"text" name=3D"zipcode" =
maxlength=3D"5" size=3D"5">
</font></td>
<td rowspan=3D"2" align=3D"center" =
valign=3D"middle" width=3D"20%"><img src=3D"http://iiq.us/images/q.gif" =
width=3D"43" height=3D"50"></td>
</tr>
<tr>=20
<td width=3D"15%" align=3D"right"> </td>
<td width=3D"23%">=20
<input type=3D"submit" name=3D"btnsubmit" =
value=3D"Submit">
</td>
<td width=3D"22%" align=3D"right"> </td>
<td width=3D"20%">=20
<input type=3D"hidden" =
name=3D"hdnRecipientTxt" value=3D"[email protected]">
<input type=3D"hidden" name=3D"hdnSubjectTxt" =
value=3D"InsuranceIQ Ad Inquiry">
</td>
</tr>
</table>
</td>
<input type=3D'hidden' name=3D'SentTo' value=3D'304704'>
</form>
</tr>
</table>
<br>
<a href=3D"http://www.usa-financial.com"><img =
src=3D"http://iiq.us/images/usaf/20020402-6.gif" width=3D"330" =
height=3D"90" border=3D"0" alt=3D"USA Financial - =
www.usa-financial.com"></a>=20
</td>
</tr>
</table>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>=20
<td width=3D"100%" bgcolor=3D"#666666" align=3D"center">=20
<p><font face=3D"Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size=3D"1" =
color=3D"#ffffff"> We=20
don't want anybody to receive our mailings who does not wish to =
receive=20
them. This is professional communication sent to insurance =
professionals.=20
To be removed from this mailing list, <b>DO NOT REPLY</b> to =
this message.=20
Instead, go here: <a href=3D"http://www.InsuranceMail.net"><font =
color=3D"#FFFF00">http://www.InsuranceMail.net</font></a></font></p>
</td>
</tr>
</table>
<p align=3D'center'><font face=3D"Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" =
size=3D"1"><a href=3D'http://www.insuranceiq.com/legal.htm'><font =
color=3D"#FFFF00">Legal Notice</font></a></font></p>
</body>
</html>
------=_NextPart_000_385302_01C20675.6F2940B0--
| SPAM |
.hiii babessss !! sooooo as yall know my book promises ive decided to discontinue it just for now but it will be back up shortly dont worry but here is a new book that i feel i have motivation for. also this is my au so ik georg n gustav age is off dont say nun abt it but enjoy ❤︎.
y/n - 16 years old .
" wait you love me ..? "
bill kaulitz - 17 years old .
" duhh , ive never loved anyone the way i love you ."
tom kaulitz - 17 years old .
" i made him shoot his shot guys i so coolness "
gustav schäfer - 17 years old .
" cunts these days bro i swear "
georg listing - 17 years old .
" erm im a pretty princess "
!! SOME BACKGROUND CARACTERS !!
kayla winston - 16 years old .
best friend of y/n .
jizelle perez - 17 years old .
best friend of y/n .
evelyn casino - 16 years old .
ex best friend of y/n .
alexis castillo - 17 years old .
private information .
so yesss enjoy this and i will maybe continue my promises !! ❤︎.
︎ | STORY |
We Build The Internet. WebXperts.com (Design / Programming / Consultation)
This is a multi-part message in MIME format
--1d9d507a-d864-478d-ba24-917611e50332
Content-Type: text/html; charset=iso-8859-1
Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable
<!-- If this flyer does not appear correctly and/or images do not appear, go =
to the following in your browser window www.webxperts.com -->
<html>
<head>
<title>WebXperts Design, Inc. We Build The Internet.</title>
<style type=3D"text/css"><!--body{font-family: Verdana; font-size:10px; =
color:white;}td{font-family: Verdana; font-size:10px; =
color:white;}a{font-family: Verdana; font-size:10px; =
color:cccccc;}a:hover{font-family: Verdana; font-size:10px; =
color:yellow;}--></style>
</head>
<body bgcolor=3D"#666666"><div align=3D"center">
<table width=3D"720"><tr><td><hr>
If This Flyer does not appear correctly and/or images do not appear, please =
click the following link: <a href=3D=
"http://www.webxperts.com">http://www.webxperts.com</a>.<hr align=3D=
"center"></td></tr></table>
<table border=3D"0" cellpadding=3D"0" cellspacing=3D"0" width=3D"720">
<tr> <td><img src=3D"http://www.eluxmedia.com/forms/spacer.gif" width=3D=
"94" height=3D"1" border=3D"0"></td> <td><img src=3D=
"http://www.eluxmedia.com/forms/spacer.gif" width=3D"106" height=3D"1" =
border=3D"0"></td> <td><img src=3D=
"http://www.eluxmedia.com/forms/spacer.gif" width=3D"47" height=3D"1" =
border=3D"0"></td> <td><img src=3D=
"http://www.eluxmedia.com/forms/spacer.gif" width=3D"59" height=3D"1" =
border=3D"0"></td> <td><img src=3D=
"http://www.eluxmedia.com/forms/spacer.gif" width=3D"119" height=3D"1" =
border=3D"0"></td> <td><img src=3D=
"http://www.eluxmedia.com/forms/spacer.gif" width=3D"34" height=3D"1" =
border=3D"0"></td> <td><img src=3D=
"http://www.eluxmedia.com/forms/spacer.gif" width=3D"73" height=3D"1" =
border=3D"0"></td> <td><img src=3D=
"http://www.eluxmedia.com/forms/spacer.gif" width=3D"111" height=3D"1" =
border=3D"0"></td> <td><img src=3D=
"http://www.eluxmedia.com/forms/spacer.gif" width=3D"77" height=3D"1" =
border=3D"0"></td> <td><img src=3D=
"http://www.eluxmedia.com/forms/spacer.gif" width=3D"1" height=3D"1" border=3D=
"0"></td> </tr>
<tr>
<td>
<form action=3D"http://www.webxperts.com/webxflyer2002.asp" method=3D=
"post"><input type=3D"hidden" name=3D"email" value=3D=
"[email protected]"><input type=3D"hidden" name=3D"m" value=3D=
"sept2002"><input type=3D"hidden" name=3D"page" value=3D"webdesign"><input =
type=3D"hidden" name=3D"typeof" value=3D"homes and apartments"><INPUT TYPE=3D=
"image" SRC=3D"http://www.eluxmedia.com/forms/flyer2002_r1_c1.gif" ALT=3D"Web =
Design" ></form>
</td>
<td>
<form action=3D"http://www.webxperts.com/webxflyer2002.asp" method=3D=
"post"><input type=3D"hidden" name=3D"email" value=3D=
"[email protected]"><input type=3D"hidden" name=3D"m" value=3D=
"sept2002"><input type=3D"hidden" name=3D"page" value=3D"app_dev"><input =
type=3D"hidden" name=3D"typeof" value=3D"homes and apartments"><INPUT TYPE=3D=
"image" SRC=3D"http://www.eluxmedia.com/forms/flyer2002_r1_c2.gif" ALT=3D=
"Application Development" ></form>
</td>
<td colspan=3D"2">
<form action=3D"http://www.webxperts.com/webxflyer2002.asp" method=3D=
"post"><input type=3D"hidden" name=3D"email" value=3D=
"[email protected]"><input type=3D"hidden" name=3D"m" value=3D=
"sept2002"><input type=3D"hidden" name=3D"page" value=3D"webmain"><input =
type=3D"hidden" name=3D"typeof" value=3D"homes and apartments"><INPUT TYPE=3D=
"image" SRC=3D"http://www.eluxmedia.com/forms/flyer2002_r1_c3.gif" ALT=3D=
"Website Maintenance" ></form>
</td>
<td>
<form action=3D"http://www.webxperts.com/webxflyer2002.asp" method=3D=
"post"><input type=3D"hidden" name=3D"email" value=3D=
"[email protected]"><input type=3D"hidden" name=3D"m" value=3D=
"sept2002"><input type=3D"hidden" name=3D"page" value=3D"guaranteed"><input =
type=3D"hidden" name=3D"typeof" value=3D"homes and apartments"><INPUT TYPE=3D=
"image" SRC=3D"http://www.eluxmedia.com/forms/flyer2002_r1_c5.gif" ALT=3D=
"Guarenteed Site Placement" ></form>
</td>
<td colspan=3D"2">
<form action=3D"http://www.webxperts.com/webxflyer2002.asp" method=3D=
"post"><input type=3D"hidden" name=3D"email" value=3D=
"[email protected]"><input type=3D"hidden" name=3D"m" value=3D=
"sept2002"><input type=3D"hidden" name=3D"page" value=3D"ecommerce"><input =
type=3D"hidden" name=3D"typeof" value=3D"homes and apartments"><INPUT TYPE=3D=
"image" SRC=3D"http://www.eluxmedia.com/forms/flyer2002_r1_c6.gif" ALT=3D=
"E-Commerce Solutions" ></form>
</td>
<td>
<form action=3D"http://www.webxperts.com/webxflyer2002.asp" method=3D=
"post"><input type=3D"hidden" name=3D"email" value=3D=
"[email protected]"><input type=3D"hidden" name=3D"m" value=3D=
"sept2002"><input type=3D"hidden" name=3D"page" value=3D"wireless"><input =
type=3D"hidden" name=3D"typeof" value=3D"homes and apartments"><INPUT TYPE=3D=
"image" SRC=3D"http://www.eluxmedia.com/forms/flyer2002_r1_c8.gif" ALT=3D=
"Wireless Development" ></form>
</td>
<td>
<form action=3D"http://www.webxperts.com/webxflyer2002.asp" method=3D=
"post"><input type=3D"hidden" name=3D"email" value=3D=
"[email protected]"><input type=3D"hidden" name=3D"m" value=3D=
"sept2002"><input type=3D"hidden" name=3D"page" value=3D"intranets"><input =
type=3D"hidden" name=3D"typeof" value=3D"homes and apartments"><INPUT TYPE=3D=
"image" SRC=3D"http://www.eluxmedia.com/forms/flyer2002_r1_c9.gif" ALT=3D=
"Intranets" ></form>
</td>
<td><img src=3D"http://www.eluxmedia.com/forms/spacer.gif" width=3D"1" =
height=3D"33" border=3D"0"></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td colspan=3D"9"><img name=3D"logoandmiddle" src=3D=
"http://www.eluxmedia.com/forms/logoandmiddle.gif" width=3D"720" height=3D=
"150" border=3D"0"></td>
<td><img src=3D"http://www.eluxmedia.com/forms/spacer.gif" width=3D"1" =
height=3D"150" border=3D"0"></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td colspan=3D"3">
<form action=3D"http://www.webxperts.com/webxflyer2002.asp" method=3D=
"post"><input type=3D"hidden" name=3D"email" value=3D=
"[email protected]"><input type=3D"hidden" name=3D"m" value=3D=
"sept2002"><input type=3D"hidden" name=3D"page" value=3D"webdesign"><input =
type=3D"hidden" name=3D"typeof" value=3D"homes and apartments"><INPUT TYPE=3D=
"image" SRC=3D"http://www.eluxmedia.com/forms/flyer2002_r3_c1.gif" ALT=3D=
"HTML Version" ></form>
</td>
<td colspan=3D"3">
<form action=3D"http://www.webxperts.com/webxflyer2002.asp" method=3D=
"post"><input type=3D"hidden" name=3D"email" value=3D=
"[email protected]"><input type=3D"hidden" name=3D"m" value=3D=
"sept2002"><input type=3D"hidden" name=3D"page" value=3D"mixedmedia"><input =
type=3D"hidden" name=3D"typeof" value=3D"homes and apartments"><INPUT TYPE=3D=
"image" SRC=3D"http://www.eluxmedia.com/forms/flyer2002_r3_c4.gif" ALT=3D=
"Mixed Media Version" ></form>
</td>
<td colspan=3D"3">
<form action=3D"http://www.webxperts.com/webxflyer2002.asp" method=3D=
"post"><input type=3D"hidden" name=3D"email" value=3D=
"[email protected]"><input type=3D"hidden" name=3D"m" value=3D=
"sept2002"><input type=3D"hidden" name=3D"page" value=3D"flash"><input type=3D=
"hidden" name=3D"typeof" value=3D"homes and apartments"><INPUT TYPE=3D"image" =
SRC=3D"http://www.eluxmedia.com/forms/flyer2002_r3_c7.gif" ALT=3D"Flash =
Version" ></form>
</td>
<td><img src=3D"http://www.eluxmedia.com/forms/spacer.gif" width=3D"1" =
height=3D"277" border=3D"0"></td>
</tr>
</table>
<table width=3D"720"<tr><td><br><br><hr align=3D"center">
Your email address was obtained from a purchased list. You are receiving this =
from Eluxmedia LLC, and are a part of their mailing list. If you wish to =
unsubscribe from this list, please <a href=3D=
"http://www.eluxmedia.com/unsub/unsubscribe.asp">click here</a> and enter =
your name into the remove box.<br><br>If you have previously unsubscribed and =
are still receiving this message, you may email our <a href=3D=
"mailto:[email protected]">Abuse Control Center</a>.</font><hr align=3D=
"center"></td></tr></table>
</div>
</body>
</html>
--1d9d507a-d864-478d-ba24-917611e50332--
| SPAM |
Positive and Negative Integers
This worksheet is a practice tool for students to work with negative numbers through various arithmetic operations. It presents a series of problems that combine both positive and negative integers in operations such as addition, subtraction, and multiplication. The layout is straightforward, with each problem offering a space for the student to write the answer. The bottom of the worksheet features a light-hearted “How Did You Do?” section with smiley faces for self-assessment.
The worksheet is intended to teach students how to correctly perform arithmetic operations involving negative numbers. It reinforces the rules for adding, subtracting, and multiplying integers with different signs, a fundamental aspect of arithmetic. Through repeated practice, students develop confidence in handling negative values, which is essential for advanced mathematics. The exercise also aims to build the student’s ability to assess their understanding through the self-evaluation section at the bottom. | EDUCATION |
Nine sipped his water, as he waited for his fiance to show up, he wore his favorite plain sweatshirt as he was feeling chilly.
He looks up at his fiance and smiles at his appearance, rose petal hued lips, black hued eyeshadow, a cute outfit, not to forget the black lip ring.
Nine smiles at how beautiful his fiance looks.
Yoojung sits down and sips his water, he sits back, arms crossed.
"I haven't ordered yet love, I've been waiting for you."
His fiance doesn't reply and instead looks at the menu.
Nine sighs inwardly.
"Yoojungi."
Yoojung looks at him, his brown eyes studying him, straw between his lips, sipping the water.
"We've been together for a few years, and well, i really do love you Yoojungi."
Nine smiles softly.
Yoojung looks at him, with a raised eyebrow.
"You're dumping me?"
"No!! No! I just wanted to tell you that I love you!"
Yoojung feels nothing and puts his drink down.
"Thanks."
Nine waited eagerly for the "i love you too." Back to him, but it never happens.
Yoojung gets a call and leaves the table, walking to the far end of the resteraunt.
Nine sighs and takes the paper wrapping from around silverware and folds it, until it won't fold anymore.
Yoojung walks back and sits back down, looking at his fiance.
"my roommate got hurt and needs help, so i have to go check on her."
Before Nine could say anything, Yoojung left.
He sighs, and stirs the ice around in his water, and sighs.
<i>Happy anniversary me...</i> | STORY |
Subsets and Splits
No community queries yet
The top public SQL queries from the community will appear here once available.