My actress and I usually work on dubbing body Inflation and weight gain literature, but we wanna branch out a bit. Anyone want to have their stories read?

You can check out her work on our YouTube channel, sexyblimp. Since her work is fairly professional, I think charging a $.90 fee to download an audio recording of a guro story would be an okay price. So, any ideas? What stores would you want her to read?

So I do rp with an old friend. Since the Nobles and Clones story, we have made some use of that concept, if not that world because there are inconsistencies. Basically Clones populate the ’harems’ but other girls outside that structure are fair game to be brought home for any use desired. These stories won’t always or strictly follow one world or set of rules, but intros or in-story exposition will substitute for what we establish before we start playing. Nixon is generally the harem master. These are just cleaned up copied straight from our play. I will get back to Nobles and Clones soon enough, but I thought I would share, as we often bang out an entire story in one sitting, and if we didn’t think they were fun enough to maybe be worth sharing, we wouldn’t bother. Hope somebody enjoys!  we'll post some more of these when we get the chance to play through them

Ps-these are not heavily edited, I just take our rp and quickly make it a narrative, there will be spelling, grammar, and punctuation errors, it’s just quick story for the sake of quick, cute story <3

Porkchop, Lin, and Codi

One of the forgettable cuties in our harem brings over a play date, Lin is Chinese and maybe 11, right at the cusp of puberty, old enough to have a training bra and be anticipating it, but not quite there, and completely adorable, and we quickly decide there's no way we can pass-up such a gift. We invite her in, her harem friend gives her a drink, spiked with booze, and she gulps it down, the drink sweet enough that she doesn't notice the alcohol, and light drug cocktail. Within 15-20 minutes, the petite Asian cutie is singing and sunken into the couch
The harem master has another youngster brought over, a girl affectionately known as ‘Porkchop’. She is 13 and chubby bordering on lightly obese, with bright red hair and an extremely huggable belly and pinchable cheeks, even if she doesn’t love her features as much as the harem master. She’s kind, but very quiet. She looks at Lin, not sure what to do.
Lin is on her 4th full drink, which despite the taste might as well be big glasses of vodka, the kid is well on her way to SMASHED.
She notices the chubby ginger looking at hering at her, stumbles over and hugs Porkchop, rubbing her cheek on the chubby cheek...'mmm, you're soft, and warm....' she looks at Porkchop with her cheeks pink from booze and embarrassment, slurring her words a bit 'can..I kiss you?'
Porkchop is shocked, she has confidence issues from her weight, this is a first. she can just nod quietly. moments later, the two loli are on the couches, soft lips locked, a few moments after that, they are fumbling at shirts
Porkchop, the more experienced of the two, not from having done things, but from having watched girls she considers prettier, lifts Lin's shirts and begins toying with the tiny girl's not even budding yet nipples. Lin let's out a loud moan, having never been touched like this before. She feels a strange tingle in her panties and finds her hand instinctively wandering into them, rubbing her most private place as the fat, barely older girl kisses and plays with her. Her free hand returns the favor, rubbing Porkchop's round belly before slinking up to her well-padded chest, amazed to experience what a larger breast feels like
Lin kisses Porkchop, this is her first kiss, and she is just giddy. her heart is racing a mile a minute, she doesn't know about the tiny amount of cocaine also in her drink for energy, or the other drugs for ‘other’ results. she breaks off the kiss, moving to her playmate's undeveloped but fat enhanced titties. kissing them, licking, nibbling at her nips, Porkchop is delighted, she doesn't know enough to realize that Lin shouldn't be breathing so hard, or turning so red...but Harem Master Nixon does, and recognizes the reasons, sending another loli to bring a message to some older girls

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I wrote this for this motherless threadhttp://motherless.com/V011D374

I would wait until she was home alone one night and then sneak in after she went to bed. I would sneak into her room, then rip the sheets off of her and taze her.

Repeatedly.

Once she fell unconscious, I would tie her up spread-eagled in her own fucking bed, and I would then proceed to fuck each of her holes bloody. After an hour or two of this, I would break both of her legs, and both of her arms.

I would prop her legs up on the side of the bed, and then jump on them, shattering them. Then, I would bend her elbows back the wrong way until they snapped.

At this point I will go and turn on the oven.

Now, I get an empty hypodermic needle, and after pinning her head down, I would insert it into her right eyeball. I then proceed to remove the vitreous fluid from that eyeball. Now, with her right, deflated, eyeball hanging loose from its socket, I would bring her head up to my rock hard cock. I would line up my cockhead with her left eye, and fuck it. After about three thrusts it would burst, but I wouldn't stop fucking your screaming daughter's eye socket. I would ejaculate in the mangled remains of "your little bundle of joy's" blue eye, my cum mixing with the vitreous fluid, which I would scoop out and feed to your now gibbering daughter.

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Getting a little frustrated getting myself to write Abby's story so I wrote this short story as a way procrastinating. Have a sort of world idea for it, so I may write more.

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She ran with a practised, predator's grace leaping over large stones low branches and high roots. At times it was hard to tell whether she ran on two feet or all fours, her body always low to the ground and her hands grabbing onto everything about them in order to pull herself forward as much as her legs pushed. She was quite a sight if anyone had been watching, dark brown skin glistening in the morning sun as her slender, muscled form pushed itself through the underbrush. Her hair hung nearly to her waist in heavy brown dreadlocks, not held back by anything simply bounding around her face while she ran. She wore little. a necklace of long bones hung from her neck, the only thing that covered her chest, a rough leather belt that housed a small though packed pouch, and a loop that held a stone knife with a leather wrapped bone handle. The last bit of covering could hardly count as clothing, two straps crossed between her full breasts, holding a long quiver filled with three narrow javelins with barbed tips and a single smooth spear as long as she was tall that had a strangely honed stone head, no hints of chipping to create the edge, as though the sharp stone had simply been found in that shape.

Before long she took to the trees, sprinting as easily along the branches as she had the forest floor, bare feet finding the trunks of trees for but an instant and launching her toward the next while her hands caught onto branches allowing herself to fly further than even her strong legs could throw her. This way, as only the most attentive would notice, she made much less sound, only the occasional scrape of skin on bark, rather than the snap of the scarcely noticed branch that would come from crushing the plants on the ground. The only sign of her quarry was a barely seen flash of antlers in the copse ahead, but it was enough to push her onward.

The chase lasted almost the entire day, the sun that had been rising in the beginning was orange and glaring through the trees by the time she caught up to her exhausted prey. The Hunter dropped to floor of the forest, the beast leaned against a tree, looking at the Hunter and panting heavily. It had been a good hunt, lasting most of a week, the Hunter finding her quarry's trail beside a river, following it to the beast itself over the course of a day and a half and almost managing to make a kill before her prey knew what had happened. The spooked creature however had bolted at the last instant, alerted by a misplaced breath. The chase that followed had varied in speed ranging from the initial energetic running to even loping with hardly a chance for the pair to rest.

The Hunter smiled down at the defeated creature. It was a doe, pale skin and hair with long pointed ears. The flesh instead of fur hinted at human heritage somewhere in her recent ancestry. She was much more soft and full bodied than the Hunter, antlers marking her as a reindeer grew from grey-blonde shoulder length hair that hung over purple eyes. She wore only a small strip of white cloth that hung from a wide brass collar. One that denoted station in the herd rather than ownership. Her large breasts rose and fell quickly, glistening with the exertion of the past several days running, as well as the wetness of a river they had run through half a mile back. Yet, despite her predicament she touched herself, fingers moving over, though not entering, her slit. It was damp and not just from the river and the chase.

“I don't want to die.” She said quietly with a quavering smile. Her voice was filled with lust and fear as the dark woman stood over her, looking over the soon to be kill with large brown eyes.

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Here's another one with this ridiculous OC. I'm going to try to have a little more variety in the next one i do, which will be Kamui Woods and Mt. Lady together. Thanks to everyone who bears with this ridiculous scenario!

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Shota Aizawa should have been able to disable her before she was able to get to him, but he doesn’t. He's only called in because they say he might have an advantage, but she kisses him on the back of the neck as she pulls something around his eyes, and he goes stiff as she ties the blindfold and lays him on his back.

“I knew I would get more popular now I killed Endeavor,” the Temptress murmurs. “I don't know if anyone will ever be as fun as him, but you're really sexy. In a gross way, like you kinda look like you need to shower more, but I dig that.”

“What's your game?” he asks. “Why are you doing this?”

“Cos I wanna fuck heroes,” she says, “and I want to break them and fuck them some more. I think you could be a lot of fun, Eraserhead.”

“How did you get Endeavor?”

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“Father, please!” Luke Skywalker begged as lightning shot through every opening of his body, causing his muscles to clench and spasm violently against the ground. He screamed over and over as his father, Darth Vader, stood by and watched. The Emperor was furious and he wanted to make his wrath known. Vader looked to his son, and then to his master, unsure of whom to help.

“Help me! Help!!!”

Through the cry of his dying flesh and blood, Darth Vader looked to his master and decided what needed to be done. He twisted behind the Emperor and attempted to wrangle him above his shoulders – but before he could even reach the Sith Lord, a red blade shot out of the air and rested swiftly into Palpatine’s right hand, lightning collecting around the saber. Vader was defenseless; he was unable to stop the weapon from slicing into his left forearm, severing the mechanical prosthesis from what remained of his arm. The apprentice bellowed in defeat as the lightning pierced through the opening of his armor, frying the inner circuitry and freezing movement of his suit. He collapsed as his suit failed, lying directly next to his son.

“I’m disappointed, Lord Vader.”

The barrage of lightning against Luke ended as he turned to address his former pupil. Skywalker moaned in pain as he rocked on the floor, his muscles still taut from the onslaught. “Father,” whispered the young Jedi futilely. He clawed over to his father with his mechanical hand, the one part of his body that continued to work against the current of pain.

“Father,” Palpatine mocked the boy, a second worth of lightning shooting out from his fingertips and into the youth. The boy screamed as the force of the lightning caused him to turn completely over, falling with his back onto Vader’s breastplate. “This is the legacy you are left with, Vader. A body unwilling to function without my support and a boy so feeble that even the weakest of the Jedi could defeat in an instant. How proud you must be.”

Luke wheezed as he struggled to regain his breath, wrapping his right arm around the shoulder of the fallen Sith Lord. “You can’t beat him,” he spat at the Emperor, his hips buckling atop his father as his legs began to recollect their strength. “My father, Anakin Skywalker, is twice the man you have ever been. Twice the Jedi. Twice the Sith.”

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This is my first time writing something like this in years, and my first time writing something with the victim being a canon character. The OC used here is essentially if Stain were a hot girl who just wants to fuck. I actually adore Endeavor, i know a lot of people want him dead for their own reasons, but I just think he's hot.
Anyway, here's this. I might write her fucking up more pros in the future, I don't know.
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The only thing Enji Todoroki can think about is how much of an idiot he is. All these years and all his training and all the villains he's defeated with minimal effort, and tonight had to be the night he let his pride trip him up, the night he finally faltered, the night he allowed himself to fall victim to someone he should have been able to defeat without difficulty.

She calls herself the Temptress, but she's only recently made a name for herself. Her Quirk is nothing special in terms of combat, but if she gets a hold of someone, she can be deadly. She's not the first person to have a sort of control over people, and she's been compared to the now out-of-commission Hero Killer, though her motives aren't nearly as easy to sympathize with. The Temptress targets only men, and, from looking at the victims, it isn't hard to tell what it is she wants with them.

All she has to do to get a man under her spell is kiss them, anywhere as long as her lips touch their skin, so the idea of someone like her getting the jump on Endeavor, with all his range, is laughable. But somehow, she does.

She's faster than he expects, or stealthier, or he underestimated a woman of her build, and believed that she would be small fry, that he could take her down without even trying. Now he can't do anything but look up at her, while she surveys him, a bright grin on her face. Slowly, his flames die out, and the only part of his body he can move is his face, but his words of intimidation do nothing to deter her.

“Ooh, you're so handsome under all that fire,” she says. “I mean, I guess I could always tell you were. You know, I've always had the biggest crush on you. Getting you alone tonight is like a dream come true!”


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This hasn't been around for a few years. I'll post it in sizeable sections, probably a dozen parts, or a few more.

This first piece is a 4 page Obituary Writer Hallie found on her desk one morning. It changed her life.


LIFE & DEATH IN THE D-RING
CUSTOMIZED RECRUITING AD
By REGIS

Application to Fight in Our Casinos


THE SPORT

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Here we go! Now Scarlet got the treatment, hope it's to the requestor's liking!

XXX

Corrin's forces breathe easy, having vanquished the rebellion in Cheve and taken many of their soldiers - including their leader, Scarlet - prisoner. Generally, prisoners of war are protected, and that's exactly how Corrin plans to treat them. Unfortunately for them, however, the princess can't be everywhere at once.

XXX

“On your feet, maggots. That is, unless you want to die seated?” a deep voice challenges. Hans, a reformed criminal serving as King Garon’s subordinate, strides into the center of the holding cells, oozing contempt. The group of men following him all appear to be cut from the same cloth. “King Garon wanted this rebellion crushed, not chastised, and I aim to finish the job.”

“Excuse me, ser, but we're prisoners of war. Wounded, and those who surrendered. Aren't we protected?” a blonde wearing all red armor asks. She'd be an imposing opponent, had her rebellion not been crushed only an hour before. Now, she stands in Cheve’s own dungeon, her cell set at the head of the block, offering full view of all of her compatriots. As such, it takes all Hans can muster not to laugh in her face. He can't deny she's pretty, however, and Hans would love to find out what's under that armor of hers.

“The face of the rebellion herself, eh? Scarlet, isn't it?” he says, sneering. “Soldiers are protected. Traitorous bitches who turn on their own country? They get put down.”

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Man I just powered through this. Hope it's as fun to read as it was to write!

XXX

“I’m honestly surprised you haven’t just given up yet, Luthier. I mean, you’re such a lost cause, and all,” Delthea says, during one of her brother’s forced training sessions. He is taken aback, not sure what it is she’s referring to. He assumes she means his inferior magical prowess, which is an incredibly low blow coming from someone as naturally gifted as his little sister.

“Do you mean my aptitude with magic? I may have to work harder than you, but I’d hardly call myself a lost cause!” Luthier retorts, doing his best to remain calm. He is trying to get Delthea to actually study, after all, the only true lost cause he can think of.

“Oh, well, yeah, that too! But I meant why do you bother trying to make friends? Nobody likes you, you’re so boring even at your best,” Delthea says, her tone one of brutal honesty. “And good luck ever finding a girlfriend. After the war, I’m going to go off to a big city, and find a handsome husband, and you’ll just be stuck back in the village.”

“I… W-what?” Luthier says, unsure of where this sudden venom is coming from. “Why would you say something like that?”

“It’s just the truth, y’know. You’re so lame, especially when you drag me off to practice magic like this. Like I need your help, I’m so much more gifted,” Delthea says, grinning wickedly. Luthier feels his rage boiling up, threatening to overflow. Still, he clenches his teeth, doing his best to contain it. Lashing out won’t do him any good, as he’s learned countless times with his precocious little sister.

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It's not complete yet, but here's part 1.

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Duke descended deeper into the alien lair that resided in the bowels of the city. With each passing minute, more and more slimers, octabrains and pregnators were creating a road of dead bodies along his way.

"How deep does this shit hole go?" he yelled in despair, blasting through waves of enemies with his trusty shotgun.

After about half an hour through his journey, he began hearing feminine voices. He could hear the desperate cries of babes echoing through the halls of the damp and dark alien lair. He kept pushing on, until after one turn he reached a big open chamber. There were at least two dozen alien eggs in the middle. He then looked around the eggs, and realized - much to his dismay - that there were kidnapped babes all around the eggs. There were 3 hanging from the ceiling, their feet trapped. They were looking at Duke, pleading to be saved. 4 of them were entrapped in vines along the walls of the chamber. They were all naked and voluptuous and Duke would have loved for the circumstances to be different. He didn't really have time to oogle at the hangin' tits of the ceiling trapped babes or gaze upon the sweet flesh of the others - suddenly 2 pregnators sprang from the dark corners unto two babes, clamping their marvelous and soft tits with their pointy mouths(?) and wasting no time to penetrate deep into their succulent cunts with their penises. Duke wasted no time and sprang into action, bashing the pregnators off the two distressed girls. In the process, their breasts were violently torn away, leaving their chests mutilated. Duke then stomped the pregnators and began destroying the eggs in the middle, before more of them hatched. His ripper machine gun made short work of them.

"NOT MY BABES. NOT IN MY TOWN." he shouted with rage, but it was too late - most of the babes were probably already fucked, literally.

He went over to the first attacked babe - a tall brunette with curly hair and good physique. She was probably not even 21. She was heaving and convulsing, clearly in shock from being raped by the pregnator.

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A quicky story done in a night, decided I wanted this cause of the whole Wendy craze so forced myself to write it out quickly less its never done :P.

Once again I manage to find a thing you won't find elsewhere, doom!

Chick breast nuggets.

Wendy brushed one of her red pigtails back absently with her gloved hand. The small tails were not really in the way, but it was just a force of habit as the hair ticker her neck, her other hand rested on the opening of the neckline of her white and blue striped dress with little white frills, fingers laying over the bare tops of her breasts. Her large e cups tits bulged out of the tight neckline, dotted by lots of little red freckles, the same for across her cute petite face, and really any part of her, frankly. She shifted a little nervously and more then a little from excitement as she waited for one of the more tech savvy coworkers to finish setting up the webcam. It was hooked up with a, quite honestly, a little crappy computer they had pulled out of the managers office and set up behind the counter of the fast food restaurant and it had taken some jury rigging The little webcam was attached to one of the little stand up plastic ad signs with a clip, the sign advertising their specials.

As the guy stepped back finally finished, she leaned forwards flashing the new Headbook's feeds viewers a smile. They had sent out a bunch of notifications to the subscribers to the stream a half hour ago as they setup for their new advertised special.

And that was her of course, the restaurants new product, fresh breast meat nuggets, right off one of their own employees. The franchise, thinking, with the new cannibalism craze, why not use the fresh breast meat attached to their few hundred thousand young female employees as both easily attainable, and even fresher then anything sent from a farm? Fresh was their selling point after all, never frozen, so on. Course the franchise wasn't going to force their employees to do anything of the sort, so it was up to a few busty volunteers here and there to help out with the special menu.

Volunteers like Wendy right now, as she looked down at the bulge of her freckled cleavage in the low cut white and blue stripped top, before with a little bit of a cutesy flourish, pulling down on the neck and reaching a hand in to flop her large breasts out into the open, to bounce and flop once or in the cold restaurant air.

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It's been a good while, but I've finally finished the next chapter to this story. For those who haven't read the previous chapters (or who have simply forgotten what happened), you should start by reading PogueMahone's original story at http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/Melatonin/20608/The-Interview and then read the first chapter of my continuation at http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/JestInPieces/20730/The-Interview-unofficial-continuation

All caught up? Then I hope you enjoy this next installment in the series. For those who enjoy audiovisual aids, you might want to play the following video when Carissa turns on her iPod, since it served as the inspiration for the scene that follows: http://www.eporner.com/hd-porn/vdNDWKtz8Ou/-Braless-Radar-Love/

As always, any and all feedback, criticism, etc. is appreciated.

The Interview
Chapter 13: The Gift

Sally had only been back at her desk for around 15 minutes when there was another knock on the door.

“Sally? Are you in here?” came the voice of Carissa from outside.


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Tell me what you think. A lot of what I do is furry right now.
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A little fox girl sits in a closet. She's comforted by the close walls. Her tail is hooked up between her legs, her knees curled up into her chest, and in her hand she slowly inspects a silvery, dark revolver, twirling it around in her soot black paws.
"I... don't know if I want to do it any more."

She speaks for the rabbit boy that stands outside the closet door, his hand on the wall and his expression a snarl as if he's waiting impatiently for the bathroom.

"You're in a lot of pain because you're a fox right?" He says

"I guess." She replies.

"It's not going to get less painful if you wait it out."


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With both a Persona 5 and a Persona 4 story, it was inevitable that I'd also write a Persona 3 story. A lot of thanks to Blau Sturm for the story idea and discussing it a lot with me.

Gekkoukan High School Reunion

Part 1

Yukari Takeba pulled a pink sweater on over the white shirt she was wearing. She stopped for a moment, wondering how Mitsuru had managed to find the exact model she used to wear 4 years ago, when the two of them were still students at Gekkoukan High School. The short black skirt she had on was also similar to the one she wore back as a student, and so were the black stockings that reached to her knees.
She was currently alone in one of the private rooms in a building owned by the Kirijo Group. The whole building was now the site of the Gekkoukan High School Reunion – an event organized with the resources of the Kirijo Group by Mitsuru Kirijo. People who went to Gekkoukan High School at the same time she did were finally given a chance to reunite in one big gathering. And to witness a grand performance – in which she’d play the main role. She blushed as she thought about it, and that’s when Mitsuru walked through the door.
The ex-Student Council President also wore clothes similar to what she did when she was a student – a white blouse and a longer black skirt, along with black knee-high boots. The whole meeting was her idea – as was the performance the two of them were about to give. When Mitsuru first proposed it, Yukari wasn’t sure, but after she convinced her it would give them a chance to reunite with their leader, who sacrificed herself those 4 years ago, she immediately agreed.

“Are you ready, Yukari?” Mitsuru asked her, and Yukari replied with a smile. “Of course, let’s go!” Yukari jumped from her seat and followed her redheaded friend through the door. The pair walked through a few corridors towards the main hall, until they ran into a group of former Gekkoukan students. It was a trio of men with their cocks out, and Chihiro Fushimi on her knees in front of them. She still had a black skirt on, but the top of her uniform lay discarded on the ground near them. She was sucking one of the men off, while her hands were giving the other two handjobs. By looking at her now, no one would be able to tell that those 4 years ago she was afraid of even talking to men. Of course, that girl was long gone by now – Chihiro replaced Mitsuru as the Student Council President after she graduated, and her expertise with men was obvious now.
“Please, hurry up Chihiro. You wouldn’t want to miss the main event.” Mitsuru spoke to the brown haired woman as they walked by. Encouraged by her, Chihiro sped up and as Yukari passed the corner, she could see Chihiro’s face being sprayed with semen.


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