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Teacher Appreciation Day

Mon, 11 Aug 08 00:30:38 -0700

Wrench Wench

Tue, 29 Jul 08 14:43:56 -0700

"That should do it." The muffled voice coming out of the open hatch was followed by the head and shoulders of a struggling female mechanic. "Now, I don't mind fixing things, but know that I'm good enough to spot the difference between mechanical failure and sabotage. I'm sure your commanding officer would love to hear that you willfully took your own vehicle out of service and wasted both the money for spare parts and valuable man hours of folks in maintenance--" She had freed the rest of her upper torso, which was squeezed by her leaning over for emphasis. "--just because you liked the view."

Super Science Part 4

Fri, 18 Jul 08 06:52:52 -0700

Super Science Part 4

That smile grew even wider when, like lights flickering on in a darkened city one by one, nerve impulses from her lower body began reaching her brain. Dana was awash in relief and took a moment to close her eyes and savor the familiar yet new sensations flooding in from all corners of her body.

She thought she was able to wiggle her toes, but this was impossible to confirm. Her breasts were rudely obscuring her line of sight. Good god they were getting huge. They were getting bigger than... well, something big and spherical.

It was hard to say what exactly because thinking was getting difficult. Her mind which had long been anxious, starved of sensory input, was now awash in it, and it was unsure how to process everything simultaneously. For example, Dana's limbic system, her pleasure center in particular, was receiving a gigantic backlog of data, the handling of which made anything beyond biting her lower lip to stifle ecstatic moans far too complicated.

Gradually though, this subsided. Dana felt spent. She looked around lazily, spotted the smoking wreck of the control console, and remembered the need to act.

This made her inability to do a sit-up all the more frustrating.

Super Science Part 3

Tue, 15 Jul 08 22:46:44 -0700

Super Science Part 3

No help came. Worse, it might never arrive. The console was still smoldering, the doctor nowhere in sight. Dana hoped he was OK.

Worrying about it couldn't improve her situation, so she tried to shove all the bleak scenarios where he wasn't OK to the back of her mind. Oddly enough, this wasn't difficult to do because there was something fascinating to watch: The Dana's Boobs Show.

That was the best analogy she could come up with. There was no way to interact with, and no sensation in her swelling breasts, so she just stared at them like they were a videotape stuck on fast forward. This disconnect allowed the panic to drain out of her even as she watched the bases of her nearing head-sized boobs spill over her fists like hungry amoebas. She remembered why she had subjected herself to this crazy experiment in the first place, and it was comforting to think that something about the ordeal had gone right.

She even forgot enough of the bad bits to crack a smile.

Succubusty

Sat, 12 Jul 08 23:24:58 -0700

Succubusty

Apparently demons have a sense of modesty. Who knew?

Super Science Part 2

Sat, 12 Jul 08 13:30:12 -0700

Super Science Part 2

Thump thump. Thump thump. Thump...

For the briefest of moments, Dana's heart stopped beating. Inhalation and exhalation halted. Then without any fanfare, her vital systems resumed functioning. Which was fantastic, really great, but voluntary muscle movement below the neck remained elusive. Dana panicked at the thought of being a paraplegic.

So she screamed, or at least really tried to. It came out like more of a whimper since her lungs were too busy breathing normally to supply her with sufficient air to make a respectable noise.

No moving. And even screaming was out of the question. What *could* she do? Dana decided to look down and inspect the damage the ray did to her sternum. She expected a smoking hole in her chest, so finding that all the stupid thing did was cause some minor inflammation came as a relief. Wait, the area was getting puffier. No, actually, those were her breasts billowing outward, unchecked.

Time to scream again. She didn't bother trying to be loud. For the benefit of any possible onlookers she just opened her mouth wide: the international pantomime for extreme distress.

Super Science

Thu, 10 Jul 08 06:15:19 -0700

Super Science

"You're being a weenie," Dana chided her boss as she made her way over to the corner of the laboratory. "It says in my contract that as a Sexy Assistant to a Mad Scientist I'm entitled to possess 'distinctive physical characteristics or exaggerated measurements that enhance the decorative aspects of the role.' The lower measurement is taken care of by my newly developed office-chair-ass." She said a little worriedly as her hands ran down the contours of her hips and then behind her, gripping her generous backside and smoothing her skirt as she sat on the army cot that was occupying the floor underneath a lethal looking piece of machinery. "I just need a hand with my bust line." Dana partially unbuttoned her blouse and brought back the bunched fabric away from her bare chest. She winked suggestively at the doctor.

He hadn't noticed. Apparently there were many dials to spin and buttons to press. One of these gave him a small electric shock. He bleated pathetically and popped the injured digit in his mouth, hoping to nurse it back to health. Which meant that he was now manning the console one-handed; hunting and pecking at a snail's pace.

"So... Whenever you're ready." She rolled her eyes and scowled at the ray above her as it began to hum. This would be a lot simpler if he'd just fork over the money for a boob job.

The scientist bent over the controls, throwing a long series of switches with as much drama as he could muster. Each one made the ray buzz louder. The last brought the noise to a raw piercing howl that was giving Dana both a headache and second thoughts about the whole crazy operation.

"You know what?"she yelled above the din, "I think I'm going to reconsid-" Then there was a terrific bang from across the room. Smoke was pouring from the console. She would have went over to help extinguish the blaze if her body felt like cooperating, which incidentally, it didn't.

She'd been shot.

Fourth Festivities

Sat, 05 Jul 08 09:56:34 -0700

Fourth Festivities

Just a pity the picture is so generic. Oh well, I can't improve after my long absence if I just keep discarding sketches and never post anything.

Anyways, hope everyone (here in the US at least) had a safe and fun holiday.

Check In

Tue, 10 Jun 08 12:27:26 -0700

Check In

I know I haven't been posting much lately (although I've been trying to (just not arriving at anything I'm happy with)). Anyway, I'll be gone till late in the month. Just thought I should explain my absence.

Sweet Relief

Tue, 27 May 08 06:33:11 -0700

Sweet Relief

Taking two steps at a time, Alice raced up the stairs and barricaded herself in the bathroom. Her blouse already hung open to the top button and she struggled with peeling off the many layers of sodden padding swaddling her chest.

Finally she liberated herself and knelt beside the bathtub, resting her heavy bosom on the edge, savoring the thrill the cold porcelain sent through her body. Now she could feel the milk leave her in slow trickles. Alice licked her lips. Things were about to get messy.

First she increased the flow by rocking forward, steadily compressing her chest, which responded by spraying the tile on the opposite side of the tub with jets of milk. Then she let up and wrestled her left breast until she could close her hungry mouth around the nipple. She closed her eyes and suckled urgently upon the limitless reservoir of warm richness. It would be easy to drink her fill, but she parted with the leaky boob to repeat the process with her right.

Of course, draining her breasts didn't bring total relief. The pressure had left her chest only to torment her sloshing belly.