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Franzis Diet(Butt expansion story)
Franzis diet(a butt expansion story)
Franzi is a tall girl, 1.81 metres high with some deep blue eyes and a beautiful face.
She got C-Cup breasts and a round ass. Although she got some meat in her waist region, she was quiet a sight to look at and most of the boys turned around to get a double look at her big butt.
Thats also what her boyfriend, john, a tall trained man, also looking quiet good and definitly the right partner for her, likes most of her. Although he said, that he cares for the character of his girlfriends mostly, he cant deny, that the figure and especially the size of the ass was really important to him as well.
As his girlf
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Needs and Wants (BE/AE)
THIS STORY CONTAINS VARIOUS TYPES OF EXPANSION, MAINLY BREAST EXPANSION AND ASS EXPANSION. If you don't know it, don't show it. To yourself or to anyone. Or at the very least don't view it with an air of negativity towards the subject that you have now been warned about. - NEEDS AND WANTS - I have been afflicted with a condition, since turning twenty. It started one day on a whim, at the college. I found myself wishing that my partner on-project would see me, would want me. And it began. My shirt became tense atop my suddenly-growing breasts, the buttons strained. My partner did not look. My jeans lost their slack and filled out with a bubble of ass-flesh and even some thigh. It caused me to gasp as I felt my clothes shifting, my nipples taut as arousal struck and my butt pulsing more, pushing over the brim of my seat. They did not look, but the tension was palpable. They knew and their breathing reflected that knowledge. The want to look was surging through them, the need to see rising fast. I am a tease. I abandoned them to gape at myself, to marvel at what I'd become. To wonder if I was in danger or... what? A magical being, perhaps. Sudden changes have a way of removing you from the moments and changing what you want. What I saw in the mirror was a slightly rumpled shirt and a vaguely shapely ass, but to no extreme. Normal again. I sought out my partner, having steeled and arranged myself. I did not grow again for at least a few weeks. - The next incident occurred one day at the gym. I was spinning and wheeling, and admiring the view of the room behind me, a mirrored surface before me which spanned the whole wall. And the view was a room, and the room was active. And in the activity of the room I could see tight clothes and bulging flesh, muscles and skin on all types of body. One in particular intrigued me the most, and I found myself lost in the routine of my spin, concentrating on nothing but drinking in the sight of that whole, rounded ass. Watching it rise and fall and sway and gyrate, wishing that mine was one to match. And then it was. My shorts became tighter, the thin material stretched and pulled itself inwards, even as my backside thrust itself out and beyond, the cheeks slowly consuming the garment as they pumped out bigger, bounding rhythmically as I pushed the pedals, grinding myself into the seat as it swelled. I barely noticed until it was almost too late, then the bite of the fabric convinced me to hop down, to sit in a pose and recover my thoughts. To ignore the stares of the few who had noticed but dared not say anything. I still wanted to show off. The view had not changed, and the original ass had not turned to see. They could not see that on which I had sat, and so my thoughts turned to breast mass again. What I wanted, I got. In total concentration I sat there, fully focused, trying not to moan as my sports bra squeezed my bust. As my breasts filled it up and pushed it out, only to then overflow it. Above and below, two hills up and a gravity-pulled swell underneath that inched larger with every breath I took. The bra now a band of increasingly overstretched opacity, holding my boobs in and forcing them to rise up and surge out around it, swallowing it with muffin-flesh. Too public. Too public! I fled again, begrudging my own embarrassment, and my requested audience never even saw me. But I will try again...
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In Search of Cursed Booty
"Are you there yet!?"
"Just a little more!" Vivian shouted to her friend Erika as she repelled down into a crevasse inside a cavern.
"Well hurry up!" Erika's voice echoed, shouting as her friend descended out of sight. She kept her hands firmly on the supports keeping the repelling ropes lodged into the rocky floor, sighing in relief once the ropes ceased to move as her friend finally reached the depths of the cave.
Slipping out of the harness once she reached the bottom, Vivian pulled out a flashlight and illuminated the path ahead of her. She shined it around the cave, light reflecting back at her from small purple crystals lodged in the ro
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'Ello everybody! ^w^
Now, I wasn't open for requests or anything, but I was sent an idea from , and I was just kind of in that mood to do a classic expansion story. I dunno
what happened, I just kept writing non-stop and essentially finished this in one sitting. It still boggles my mind since that never happens when I write anything. XD
Story brings me back to the good ol' college days...
Enjoy, and let me know what ya' think!
(Story contains Butt Expansion)
Now, I wasn't open for requests or anything, but I was sent an idea from , and I was just kind of in that mood to do a classic expansion story. I dunno
what happened, I just kept writing non-stop and essentially finished this in one sitting. It still boggles my mind since that never happens when I write anything. XD
Story brings me back to the good ol' college days...
Enjoy, and let me know what ya' think!
(Story contains Butt Expansion)
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I like the subtle implied pun in the sorority name. Nice play on words/letters.